#the annoyance is just a me thing: ever since i was a teenager i've HATED it when

[crimeronan]

finished iwtv! it was good. the ending mildly annoyed me but thankfully there's another season coming that will immediately undo everything that annoyed me about the ending. i hope daniel and armand play psychosexual and overtly sexual evil torture games together forever. amen 🙏

[loisfreakinglane]

Top 5 things/people you love about the buffyverse?

oh THIS is a fun retrospective. i haven't yet started buffyverse rewatch 2k24- but it's happening SOON. i've given myself a new edict to scrub away 27 years of btvs/ats opinions, loves, hates, fandom histories, annoyances, EVERYTHING- and go into this rewatch totally fresh, to let opinions form as organically as they can for a universe so near and dear to my heart since i was. god lol 6 years old. i'm personally hoping characters, ships, and plots that i've found hopelessly aggravating before, i find blazing passionate love for now. WOULDN'T THAT BE FUN THO??? i'm sick of negativity, i wanna embrace joy.

before i scrub myself clean, it's nice to remember why i was invested for so many years in the first place. SO. TOP 5 THINGS/PEOPLE I LOVE ABOUT THE BUFFYVERSE!!!!!!!!! not exactly my favorite 5 EVER about the buffyverse, but an assortment of 5. 5 separate top favorite things.

cordelia chase- my love my life my soul my queen c. the thing is. i adore her. i adore her as a bitchy mean girl, using her wealth and her beauty and her status to squash down our heroes. i adore her as a broke struggling actress, using a vampire detective agency as a stepping stone for international stardom. i adore her as a genuine hero, embracing her destiny, choosing to be a demon, and fully throwing herself into fighting the good fight because it fills her soul with purpose, belonging, and fulfillment. she has an utterly flawless character arc, one that parallels buffy's own in so many ways. (and fyi as a sidenote i am ENTIRELY POSITIVE that in ats s4 amnesiac cordy was 100% cordy, jasmine did not take over her body until she had the vision of the beasts eyes, and then it was real cordelia again in you're welcome. there's not question or ambiguity about it for me personally, not anymore.) my love for cordelia is all encompassing. i love her more than anything.

buffy&dawn, angel&connor- probably my favorite plot for both buffy and angel was when they each gained a kid who automatically became the most important part of their life (while my ultimate buffyverse otp is angel/cordy, i am very fond of bangel- and my biggest proponent for a postseries reconciliation revolves around this shared life experience) there is so much i love about both characters getting an auto-grown, magically created, blue eyed brown haired impossible teenager dumped in their lap (with bonus world-altering magical memories making their existence assimilated and accepted). giving them both not just another person to love, but another human being that is entirely reliant upon them specifically for love, protection. one person with the power to uplift or destroy them, through their own actions or the actions of another. buffy and angel both went through phases of being willing to destroy the whole world just to keep them safe- buffy in the gift, angel in forgiving. i just think it's NEAT. i probably spend more time thinking about angel & connor bc i do remain frustrated with a lot of choices made wrt them in s4 (the decision to lean far harder into whiney ungrateful teenager and less into feral hellchild raise by ultrareligious 18th century man in a barren wasteland of demons was in fact frustrating to me!) but hey, i still love connor in all his messy angsty ways. and origin/not fade away put a pin in that conversation in ways i will adore FOREVER.

the concept/importance of families of choice. for as much as i've waxed poetic over two of the series core biological relationships lol, the real center of both shows is always that love between a group of unrelated misfits. i've gone back and forth over the years on my opinion of many of the relationships within the buffyverse, and how successful those families can be- but it is still something i really love. and it's especially at the heart of what has been my 2 favorite seasons- buffy s5, and angel s3- which, only hitting me now, is also when dawn & connor are introduced, which brings the group much closer together. it's unfortunate tho, that in this world of two separate families of choice, with an assortment of characters from a large variety of backgrounds, that we only got one main that's not white. forever the biggest problem with both shows. and also why i won't shut up about how kendra should have been brought back. SHE ONLY DIED A LITTLE!

wolfram&hart as a main baddie. lawyers are evil. we know this. LOL BUT RLY THO. god! a perfect PERFECT villain, perfect way to use the fuckery of the legal world to impose your will upon broke private detectives. lawyers are everywhere, i'm p sure there's more lawyers in california than in any other state. we are very litigious. the mystery behind ~the senior partners~ that is always hanging over our heads, the horror that can be inflicted by these very human lawyers engaging in blood sacrifice, murder, every evil thing under the sun- and the fact our heroes can't exactly run around killing them because a. human and b. there's way fucking more where they came from. of course they were never defeated, of course they are a main villain from beginning to end. i have less fond memories about the state of wr&h in s5, but that's less about them and more about how our heroes try to utilize their resources (badly, it's badly). lilah morgan, one of the best antagonists EVER. holland manners, linwood murrow, gavin park. they come at angel investigations from every angle- sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. but they. never. stop. 10000% perfection.

okay this one is more...... idk. this is a random thing i've been thinking about. and it's set design. lmfao. maybe it's because these shows have been part of my life for so many decades, because i grew up watching and rewatching and rewatching, but there's so much i love about their main sets. the hyperion hotel is one of my favorite locations on tv ever. the magic box! the sunnydale high library! i feel like i too lived in these locations. and i wanna go BACK!!!!!!!

[kittenlover614]

Sorry for anyone who does read this. This is going to be a really long post.

I don't normally like to put my family drama out in public, but I'm really pissed off at my mom.  So some background, my parents got divorced in 2012, right when I started 5th grade. I didn't know what was going on. One day I was just being a kid minding my own business, next thing I know my dad is moving out and going to live with his parents. I was upset since I always had a better relationship with my dad.

At some point in High school, my dad got an apartment to be closer to me and my sister. Meanwhile, my mom is getting married to a friend, Mike, of her cousin's husband. Btw my mom's side of the family has a history of divorce so said cousin was remarried to said husband while I was in 5th grade. My dad thinks my mom was cheating on him before the divorce with this guy, Mike, and she says otherwise, so idk nor do I care.

I never liked my new step dad. He's always drunk and partying, and he has no idea how to take care of kids, especially considering I was a teenager and my sister would soon be in middle school. My mom was always trying to get me and my sister to get along with Mike and kinda push us away from dad. My dad wasn't really helping either cause he'd say terrible things about my mom. He was an angry man which is understandable considering he tried to make the marriage work and my mom didn't care.

Anyway, eventually it gets to college admissions. I wasn't sure what I wanted to do and currently regret my college choices. I should have went with something in art, but I chose forensics since I had a fascination with it at the time. I also chose a small college that was 6 hours away from home by driving. The pandemic just started when I got to college too. All three of those things made college hard and I got really depressed, so I dropped out in the middle of my third year which was at the end of 2021.

Now, I'm struggling to pay my loans and get a better job. I finally had an interview last week that looks promising. My mom was pissed at me all last year for not getting a full-time job as if it's easy to get one. The whole time I'm living with her, I feel like I'm not being listened to, supported, and I'm being left out a lot. She never called or texted me to see how I was in college. My dad called and texted me every week while I was in college, sometimes to my annoyance.

In October, we had an argument which ended with her telling me I had a week to pack up and go live with my dad. I asked her if she loved me and if she'd even miss me cause it felt like she wouldn't. She told me to stop try to manipulate her. Ever since I moved out, she has not called or texted me once. I've texted her, but I'd barely get a conversation out.  The only part I hate about living with my dad is he's kinda transphobic, but that's for another post.

Now, my sister is still living with her to my worry. She's in the process of getting college applications out now. She has her license and a car, unlike me. She is also more sociable than I am, with a lot friends and even a boyfriend. I'm not so worried about her feeling alone, but I'm afraid she'll be dropped by my mom. My mom is also trying to move to Virginia because living in New York is costly.

Ever since I moved out, my mom has been on 3 vacations. A week trip to Virginia to look at neighborhoods, a three day trip to D.C., and now this easter week, a trip to Florida. She doesn't tell me about these trips, doesn't invite me, nothing. I only find out when my dad gets an email about it from my mom.

TL;DR: My mom's a bitch and she didn't tell me or ask if I wanted to go on yet another vacation she's going on with my sister ever since she kicked me out to go live with my dad.

[sebastianorion]

These thoughts get scary and sometimes I only ever feel understood on the page, on a page filled with words and letters and dots and drawings and doodles. Why would someone want to ruin that for me? Hoping the weather is nicer tomorrow, I enjoy the rain but the aftermath is always a mess, the water rushing down the street drains into the sewers, flooding the teenage mutant ninja turtles hideout. It's like you hang me up to dry, know you've probably heard this a thousand times. That's the problem being that guy though, that guy that they know and they know and you know and it just never works out the same. Thinking about the things my friends say. Interested and intrigued about the possibilities of things, did you cast a spell on me ? I knew it, I KNEW IT ! It was that chapstick wasn't it, I knew it, something was different about that night. I don't know if you do that often, you've never done it since. I think it's because you realized it doesn't make you feel better, or at least how you thought it would've. I don't know, you ruined the intimacy of that moment afterwards.

They always want to fix you they always see something wrong or something intriguing or different and they take it as a quirk or something to work through and maybe it is but other times it feels like an experiment, like how far can this infatuation be lead on and thought of, played with until it is time to actually get serious. Then you have to think about getting serious about getting committed and evening everything out, a relationship you always have to think about how your actions could affect the other person and I was never good at that because usually I never think about how my actions could affect myself most of the time.

Just upset I guess, just worried, just curious, just moving at a continuous pace with no thought of stopping or slowing down, maybe even speeding up. I want to hurl myself at a wall, down the stairs, down a small hill or a cliff face. It was windy today, and raining as I mentioned. The wind howled like it usually does. I don't know why I am trying to be descriptive about the day I've lived for the past couple of months more or less. Just with a varied amount of hurt or anguish, annoyance or gratitude. In need of more things to do in person, more things to hold on to and continue to practice. More things besides things that trap and bog me down into nothing. Like that guy Gym. Just ideas though nothing really more, like they'd ever be acted on, sure I have a lot of hobbies, know about a lot of different things, do a lot of different activities and am invested in many different ideas but that's all it ever gets to be huh. Crazy how it works out. Taught you about the absurd last night, it's like a curse being passed down over and over, wonder how Rees sees it though. I love hearing you say "oh how absurd."

SEE I CAUGHT MYSELF THERE. I SHOULD REALLY STOP BECAUSE THE LAST TIME I BEGAN DOING THIS I REGRETTED IT A COUPLE WEEKS AFTER AND I HATE THIS FEELING NOW, LIKE I NEVER KNOW WHAT I CAN BE ABLE TO ENJOY WITH NO REPERCUSSIONS. THE TRANSPARENCY DOESN'T WORK ON YOU ANYMORE AND YOU MAKE ME FEEL SO GOOD BUT SO BAD AFTERWARDS. I HAVE GOT TO GET MORE OF YOU AND I HAVEN'T.

[citadelsanchez]

Heyyy could you possibly do one where Rick loves to surprise hug the reader from behind. I love your work so much😭💝Thank you<333

Alright, couple things! Firstly, thank you for the kind words! Secondly, I've had writer's block for this past week or so, my apologies to everyone. This is a bit short as a result. And lastly, I'm not sure that I followed the request to its full extent as I still picture Rick as being unrelentingly stubborn. (But still slipping his sweetness in there.) Okay that's it, thanks for reading!! Xx

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You strummed your fingers along the dilapidated work bench and bounced your leg in annoyance. You suppressed a sigh and checked your phone mindlessly once again. You'd been waiting for Rick in this same spot for over an hour.

[Meet me in the garage at 8. No exceptions.] he'd texted earlier, making you scoff. It wasn't very often that he didn't just jump straight to the point in his endeavors. When this happens, he's clearly got something up his sleeve. And he always strings you along this way, kicking your adrenaline into overdrive and then making you stand by until he deems the right time. You can't stay upset for long though. Especially when sometimes you're so baffled at how you managed to claim a spot in his whimsical world, even if it's not a big one.

Although recently Morty and Summer have been trying to convince you that you're special to Rick, claiming that he only shows moments of vulnerability with you. You recall the conversation from a couple of days ago.

"Oh my gosh, Y/N, you're totally just ignorant if you don't see how Rick thirsts after you" Summer sassed.

"I hate to agree with that but y-y-yeah Y/N, he really seems to care for you" Morty says, nodding with his sister.

You'd blushed bright red and physically facepalmed at both of them. "He's- no, we're just good friends. Or like, allies. Really."

Summer rolled her eyes. "You're insane, he is in love with you Y/N."

"L-like come on, he checks in on you at night and kills anyone w-who hurts your feelings when we adventure. H-h-he even hugs you."

You shake your head. "He's just nosey! And that 'hug' was one time Morty! Or, twice. I can't remember how many times. And it was because he was blinded by the Galorp haze. I-it wasn't like it was him actually wanting to."

You dismissed their ramblings as teenage nonsense alongside the fact that Rick isn't emotional with anyone- why would you ever be the exception? A pang of hurt singes your chest at that thought. You can't deny the ever growing euphoric feeling of being around Rick. It started with the harsh insults that turned playful and insolent glances that are now tolerant. And now as of late, accidental grazes of your arms or waist and hugs that were "uncontrollable" and not of his own accord. True Rick fashion.

You're so far into your thoughts that you don't even hear the sound of Rick entering the garage and brushing himself off with a defeated, somber look on his face.

You're also stood with your headphones in, slightly dancing to the beat coming through, with your back to the usual portal sound. Since Rick was inconsiderate and late to his own meeting, you've been indulging in one of your favorite past times, which is snooping through his newest inventions.

You place a strange hat with several antenna back into the box. "What the fuuuck even is that?" You speak out loud, still unaware of his presence.

Rick is watching you rummage through his drawers blankly before a small smile starts appearing on his face.

You stop to change the song playing on your phone when you feel two arms envelop your frame and a head resting near the top of yours. You gasp in surprise but know who it is immediately from the slight green apple smell mixed in with alcohol.

"Rick.." You speak out softly, feeling both surprised and overwhelmed with bliss. "This can't still be the Galorp haze."

His hands rest on top of yours as his chin digs into your head some. "We're not gonna talk about it."

[likeastarstar]

My Little Monster Pt. 5

(A/N: LONG AWAITED PART FIIIIVE! LIke I previously mentioned, Yoongi and OC broke up (sorry) so this is Jungkook x OC. Consider this my apology to everyone left heartbroken after the last part....feedback is appreciated!)

WARNING! Rated R, penetrative sex, OC x Jungkook, ex-bf!Yoongi, fmf threesome, vaginal fingering, fxf type shenanigans, kissing, spanking, oral sex, mentions of death, slight angst, loveable yet messy af OC

Prequel, Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four. masterlist.

It had been months since you left Yoongi. Or since he had left you- the details weren't important and hurt too much to think back on. You didn't know your heart could hurt even after you died- you weren't even sure demons had hearts.

You spent a lot of time alone, you spent a lot of time with Jungkook. He didn't say more than you wanted him to, didn't ask any questions or push you to do anything out of your scope of reason.

You got better eventually- things got easier. Slowly, the fog that followed you around with Yoongi, the lovesick cloud that tinted everything pink and red, lifted gradually and left you with a clarity. It was the first time you hadn't been weighed down by anything- anger or spite or love.

It was light and airy and you didn't know what to do with yourself.

"Is it bad that I don't feel worse?" You asked one day, stretched out on the chaise lounge Jungkook kept in his living room.

Moving back in with him felt like coming home, a feeling you initially felt reluctant to accept. Jungkook was more than happy to have you- he always said the two of you belonged at each other's side. Jungkook looked up from the guitar he was putting new strings on, an expression of concentration still on his face. He pursed his lips thoughtfully for a moment, humming in that silvery tone of his.

"No, that part I understand," He shrugged, "That's how I felt too."

You frowned, narrowing your eyes at him, "What do you mean?"

He smirked, setting down the guitar and settling into his place on the carpet, back leaning against the couch opposite to you, "I forget that you haven't always been with me. I guess that's stupid, since I'm the one who changed you from human to demon."

You grumbled in response, feeling vaguely like a teenager. He laughed and continued, sighing wistfully.

"I too was victim to the charms of a human once," He flourished in a wistfully dramatic tone, "She was like a drug to me- I did everything for her, even went hunting for a way to turn her into a demon so we could be together forever like some twisted shakespeare shit."

You laughed softly, rolling onto your side and propping your head up with your palm under your cheek, full attention turned towards him now.

"So what happened?" You asked eagerly, "Am I just the millionth girl you've turned in hopes of a girlfriend or something?"

He laughed and shook his head, hair bouncing around, jet black locks seemingly completely unaffected by gravity in the way yours was. Yours ran past your shoulder and pooled by your elbow, tickling skin on the way down.

"No, you're the only one I've ever turned." He said lightly. "And I'm never doing it again- you're it."

You raised your eyebrows in surprise. Part of you wanted to ask more- pry into his mind that he rarely let you in. He didn't say anything more, going back to restringing his guitar.

You let out a puff of annoyance, whining dramatically, "I hate not being able to know exactly what you're thinking- Yoongi was always so easy to read, I could always tell what he was feeling and what was going through his head. Now all I can feel is my own fucking emotions and I don't what to do with them."

Jungkook snorted and gave you a pointed look, eyebrow piercing catching the light as he raised his eyebrows, "That's how people normally work- ironic, right? You're forced to act more human when you're with other demons and you don't have to constantly be aware of someone else's feelings and thoughts."

He had a point- but that was also the problem, wasn't it? Ever since you had separated yourself from Yoongi- your mind was full of thoughts you couldn't control. Before Yoongi, you were all consumed with thoughts of disgust for humans, surrounded by their negative feelings of dread and hate. Then, when you met Yoongi- it all switched to obsessive love that left no room for anything else.

Now that you were alone, your mind couldn't help but wander. Your eyes did the same now, lingering on Jungkook and the way his fingers stretched and flexed around the neck of his guitar, winding thick cords around tuning knobs.

"Well how am I supposed to know how you feel about things then?" You ask obliviously, feeling like a child. You had gotten so used to always being in control of the situation but here was Jungkook, throwing you for a loop.

"Ask me," He challenged, sitting upright and staring at you. "I'll tell you the truth, don't you trust me?"

"More than anyone else," You mumbled under your breath, barely above a whisper.

"Good," He said softly. The two of you stared at each other, eyes drifting over each others' figures. You hummed, an intruding thought wondering when Jungkook got so...

Jungkook narrowed his eyes at you in humorous suspicion, a small smile on his face, "We've been getting along too well lately, haven't we?"

"Wanna fight instead?" You joked, grinning at him.

He didn't- but he did want to eat. The two of you found yourselves at the club you used to frequent before you went psycho-killer.

"Do you want to share?" You asked, raising your eyebrows expectantly at Jungkook.

He smirked, sizing you up with a surprised look in his eye. You didn't like to share- it was a historical fact that had led to a million arguments between the two of you but here you were, asking for it. He shrugged, taking a deep breath like he was about to embark on a treacherous journey.

"We haven't done that in awhile, sure you can handle it?" He teased, gaze flicking between your eyes and your lips. You felt your body warm to the idea and your hands tingle, nodding quickly. You were sure- you were ready. He sucked in a quick breath and reflected your nod back to you, placing you directly in front of him, so close his chest brushed against your shoulder blades and you could feel his breath warm the shell of your ear, "Let's go dancing then."

You had forgotten how dangerous dancing with Jungkook could be. His solid chest anchoring you as warm hands closed over your waist. It was getting hard to breath, his hands steading you as you rocked against him to the beat of the music blaring in your ear. There was so much palpable energy in the air- it was the one reason Jungkook referred to clubs like this as demon restaurants.

Everybody gets horny when they dance, he would say with an annoying laugh.

You were simply along for the ride, swayed by the sweet cotton candy taste of lust melting on your tongue. It wasn't enough- you needed something closer to feel truly full, but it would do for now. You thought of it as an appetizer, spinning around in Jungkook's arms so that your hips were pressed together, letting him slip his thigh between your legs and push up.

His fingers dragged up your sides to your shoulders, trailing back down the length of your arm. You shuddered at the light touch tickling your skin, letting him entangle your smaller hands in his. Jungkook knew what you liked, swaying you around like a puppet on strings. His touches were unpredictable, the two of you moving around like magnets. The top you were wearing didn't cover much and your pants hugged close to your curves, giving you direct contact with Jungkook's searing hot skin- why did he run so warm?

"Missed this- dancing with you like this," You confessed, looking up at him. He had an unfocused look in his eye that only sharpened when he noticed your gaze on him, pupils blown out.

He watched you out of the corner of his eye, grinning openly, "Feels right, doesn't it?"

It felt like your pulse blended into the bass of whatever song was playing, unaware of much beside the way Jungkook felt against you. The two of you had done this a million times and synced your movements seamlessly, hands pulling and pushing each other. Jungkook laughed, spinning you around twice rapidly, the room blurring out.

You steadied yourself against him, smiling more genuinely than you had in months. You let out a shaky breath, hands squeezing at his thick biceps as your tits pressed into his chest. You hadn't bothered to wear a bra- you were sure he could tell and you rested your forehead on his shoulder just to avoid the look that must be plastered all over his face.

"Good job, you've already got a few good options staring at us," He mumbled in your ear, his hand coming up to push your face up to his. He dipped down to bite your earlobe, making you jerk in reaction and grind down onto his leg, still swaying to the music. "Did you want a boy or a girl?"

"W-Which do you want?" You stammered, looking at him with wide eyes.

He smiled a little, just enough to make his dimples pop out. It was the kind of smile that reached his eyes before his mouth- your favorite one, "Tonight's about you. You decided you wanted us to do this, you can choose. Just relax and blow off some steam, don't you think you deserve it?"

No- you didn't. The thought of being close to another human still made your stomach turn- made you feel weak and foolish. You wished this was enough- being here with Jungkook. It was strange, your own feelings and emotions weren't at all affected by his. You thought it would make you feel lonely, not having Yoongi and his moods to dictate your own- but it felt different, clear. Like cool water running over you.

"Girl," You said decisively, "Girl."

He grinned, nodding before spinning you around sharply. He pressed into your back, his thick erection pushing into the small of your back. You panted, having to physically stop yourself from moaning as you felt him grind into you. The room felt a million degrees hotter- like molten lava cracking and fizzing with the energy flooding the air around you, coursing through you and Jungkook.

You drew an arm above your head, reaching behind you to cup the back of Jungkook's neck, liking the feeling of his tongue gliding down your neck.

"Do you see her? Across the room- tall, long legs, blonde?" He mumbled, voice barely above a whisper.

You blinked hazily, eyes skating over the hundreds of faces in the club before falling on the girl who was practically drooling watching Jungkook and you. You narrowed your eyes, noticing the slight smirk on her face when you made eye contact. You sighed, looking a couple feet over until you spotted another pair of eyes on you- jet black straight hair down to her ass, an almost disinterested look on her face until she noticed you looking back at her. She cocked an eyebrow and finished her drink, starting to walk over in your direction.

"Fuck the blonde- not my type," You said quickly, "Look at her."

"Oh fuck yes," Jungkook said gleefully, following your line of sight. He was about to say more before you cut him off and tugged him by the neck to kiss him. The angle was wrong and you had to tilt your head too far back but he tasted good and pressed you impossibly close to him. His tongue pushed and pulled against yours with an aggressive ferocity. He pulled away from you abruptly, confusing you until you straightened out and saw her.

She stood in front of you with an innocent smile, looking from you and Jungkook with a shy energy. She felt good- you could taste her from here and you hadn't even touched her yet. You sized her up and smiled, pleased with your choice. It didn't really matter what she looked like or what she kissed like- she was the meal and nothing more- but she kissed well.

Her lips were soft on yours and you smiled against her touch- kissing girls was an entirely divine experience. You felt Jungkook's lips on your neck while yours remained on hers and hands were everywhere on you- all at once. You were already wet and you wondered if Jungkook could tell, his knee still pressing up in between your legs as you swayed your hips against the meat of his thigh.

Was this wrong? Enjoying this so much? You should feel guilty- right? You squeezed your eyes shut- trying to drill it into your head that Yoongi didn't even remember who you were. He wouldn't care, it wouldn't hurt him.

This won't hurt him.

You pulled the girl close to you by the waist and liked that she was so transparent about her reactions- the flush of her cheeks and the trained gaze on you made you hungrier.

The three of you danced like that for awhile, swaying impossibly close with both of them pressed to either side of you. There was barely enough air between you to breathe but you liked it that way, liked the way she rolled into you as Jungkook pushed back- ebbing and flowing like fluid water. Jungkook kept his attention on you, liking the rare glimpse of you letting go completely. He told you as much, whispering encouraging words in your ear. You looked back at him, "Kiss her."

Jungkook's eyes widened, taken aback for a moment before nodding. You made a pleased noise and watched as he leaned over you, pinning you in place so that you couldn't move from in between them even if you wanted to. You tracked his eyes as he looked to the girl for confirmation, touching his lips to hers in the softest motion. She kissed him back, almost politely at first. You frowned, wondering if he was holding back to make you more comfortable and nudged him, pushing him closer to her.

Jungkook grunted in response and put more weight behind his lips, kissing her more intently now as she matched his energy. You felt the girl's hands tighten around you, holding you closer to her front as your chest pressed up against hers. She held you close by the hip, delicious friction distracting you for a moment. Jungkook was the first to pull away, nudging you towards her.

"You guys are a pretty couple," She mumbled, biting her lip.

"Thanks," Jungkook smiled before you could correct her. "Wanna get out of here?"

You weren't sure when it was decided that this was happening- normally you'd just make out with someone until you were satiated and then you left them high and dry. Jungkook clearly operated under different rules- not that you protested much. Suddenly the girl from the club was splayed out on your bed, legs parted as Jungkook undressed you behind, pressing kisses to newly exposed skin, "Is this okay? Are you okay with this?"

You nodded dumbly, eyes hazed over. How was she giving off this much energy? You felt enchanted, possessed by the familiar feeling of human lust. It was like you were an addict, relapsing after one tiny hit. You froze, turning to him, "Are you gonna let her touch you?"

You weren't sure why you asked or what you meant by it- but it was out there now and there was no taking it back.

He paused, looking back and forth from you to the girl clearly within earshot, "N-Not if you don't want me to?"

You looked back towards the girl, smiling at her. She smiled back at you and sat up, taking your hands and kissing up your stomach, "It's fine."

The thought of anyone besides you touching Jungkook didn't bother you much- not when she was basically a meal for him. You pictured instead the girl Jungkook had alluded to earlier- the human who he fell for- and you got nauseous. The thought of that was worse, the thought of that girl who you knew nothing about bothered you a lot for some reason.

So you pushed the thought away, telling yourself that it didn't matter. You body was flushed, hot to the touch as Jungkook said nothing more, pressing a hand flat on your back until you were forced to bend over, hovering above the girl.

"Can I touch you?" She asked, hand hovering over your exposed chest. You nodded and asked her the same, smiling at the polite tone she used in an all too impolite situation. Her fingers grazed your tits and rolled over yours nipples, getting more daring after a moment and beading them between her thumb and middle finger.

You kissed her to have something to do, pushing her lightly by the shoulder so she crept up the bed until your knees hit the bed frame. You anchored yourself to the bed with your hands on the soft comforter, jumping slightly when Jungkook dragged a finger under the elastic of your underwear, beginning at one hip and circling your leg until he got to your pussy, fiddling with the wet spot soaking the lace of your panties before ripping them off completely. You gasped when he began playing with you, erratically moving from your clit to your sticky, honeyed hole and back again.

Your body wasn't used to anyone else's touch- a long drought after Yoongi broken by Jungkook's familiar hands. He's touched you like this before, shared you with a human before- none of this was new and yet every brush of his skin against yours felt surprising, throwing you off kilter. Something felt different about it this time, something felt different about him.

"I don't normally deal with cocks, are you gonna walk me through this?" The girl beneath you joked, looking behind your shoulder towards Jungkook.

Did the human he loved look like her? Did she look like you?

You felt a tugging in your gut and wondered what response he gave- it wasn't anything he said aloud, but she seemed satisfied by the answer. You distracted yourself and kissed from her neck to her chest, taking one breast in your mouth and licking over her nipple. She moaned and sunk a hand in your hair, pushing you down further until your lips hovered over her pussy. You looked up at her, checking in quickly until she nodded and you latched your lips around her clit. Jungkook did the same to you instantly.

You touched her like you touched yourself, like you knew you liked so she must like it too. You mimicked Jungkook's motions, moaning against her pussy and trying to remember exactly what he was doing.

Jungkook's fingers dove into your pussy, spreading your folds and making your vision white out for a moment. His tongue licked at your clit, sucking it into his mouth and pushing against it rhythmically. Your hands were shaking and you felt overwhelmed as he handled you firmly and confidently. He tongued at your clit and you felt him circle around, switching between a pointed tip of his tongue and flattened, broad licks.

"Look at her- look at how good you're making her feel," Jungkook said softly behind you, words vibrating against your skin. "You like being in control- I can tell by how wet you are."

You moaned loudly in response- withering against his hot tongue tracing shapes against your clit. Jungkook's touch on your body was more confident than yours was on the girl who's name you hadn't even bothered to ask. Moans filled the air and you could barely distinguish which were yours and which were hers but she came first, squirming underneath you so harshly you had to pin her hips down.

"Good job," Jungkook congratulated behind you, making you laugh as he slapped your ass.

"Yeah, holy shit," The girl panted, releasing her grip on your hair. She pushed your face up to hers and kissed you.

You felt Jungkook pull you up and against his body, lips mouthing at the back of your neck, "Feels good?"

You nodded silently, afraid you couldn't articulate full words at the moment, his fingers digging circles against your walls and hitting a different angle deep in your pussy.

"Why are you being so quiet then? I don't remember you being so docile in bed- what, do you want me to take care of you? Make you feel good while you just do whatever I say?"

You whimpered before you could stop yourself, withering beneath him as he pumped his fingers into you, pulling out completely and circling your hole before sinking back in, "Y-Yeah, wanna feel good- please."

"Please," He repeated in a soft tone, "Okay- yeah, sure. I'll make you feel good."

"Fuck my mouth," You mumbled, words slurred and jumbled.

Jungkook clicked his tongue idly, releasing you of your hold and letting you fall forwards, barely catching yourself on your elbows before crashing into the other girl's chest, "No."

"No?" You whined, trying to look back at him. Jungkook slapped your ass again and you yelped, confused as hell. Jungkook usually wasn't like this with you- normally he kept things pretty simple when it came to sex with you, limiting the chances of either of you carrying on sexual attraction past the odd night the two of you ended up in the same bed.

"No," He confirmed, voice flat and serious, "I said I'd take care of you so stop arguing and keep your legs spread."

You felt an animalistic urge to swipe at Jungkook rise in your chest but lost it once his free hand rubbed at your back soothingly, as if he was playing two characters at once.

You were distracted almost instantly by Jungkook's fingers filling you up, slapping your ass again with his other hand. You clenched instinctively around his fingers and felt sharp pleasure course through your pussy to the rest of your body. He moved impossibly fast and ignored your whine until you were cumming too, legs shaking and threatening to send you crashing down onto the bed if the girl from the club wasn't holding you up.

"Want you-" You hissed, snapping your face back towards Jungkook so that you two met heated eyes, an almost angry intensity in your gaze, "Want you now."

"There's the girl I remember," He smiled, pushing down the waistband of his pants and stroking his hard cock, fingers that were just sunk deep into you now pinching at the spongy head of his cock. "Sure you can handle it?"

"Y-Yes," You stuttered, pushing your ass up to him in a lewd show of arousal. The other girl had scooted away to sit up against the headboard.

You really weren't a great person- you felt guilt weighing down on you, aware that you had completely sidelined the girl who was currently touching herself, eyes trained on Jungkook pushing into you.

"Fuck you're tight," Jungkook breathed, thrusting into you fully. You moaned, reaching back a hand which Jungkook took instantly, wrapping his hand around your forearm and you did the same, bridging the two of you.

Jungkook kissed down your spine, leaning over your body and covering you in him as the two of you rocked back and forth. You could feel him stretching you to your limits, filled to the hilt by a thick veiny cock that twitched against your walls delightfully, "That's it gorgeous, take me- take my cock."

"S-So full," You moaned, dropping your head between your shoulder blades, "You feel so good."

"Yeah?" He mumbled, sounding pleased before he straightened out, bucking his hips against you. "Let go- I wanna see you fall apart."

Your back arched for more and he pushed into you harshly, slamming his thighs against yours as his balls slapped against your clit. He fucked you like he owned you, possessing your entire body but influencing none of your headspace. That was all you and all of it screamed how much you wanted this- wanted him. He pulled out sharply and you hissed, about to snap at him until he pushed you onto your back, gripping your hips in his large hands.

No- it was better this way. You could see him like this, see the hazy look in his eye and the tattoos covering his skin. He stared down at you, hooded eyes blinking slowly as he pushed into you once more. You moaned, pushing your hips up to meet him, "Keep your eyes on me." He mumbled, dragging a hand down your torso and closing his hand around your lower stomach possessively.

You said nothing, obliging his order as you reached up, hooking a hand around his neck and pulling him down towards you. He kissed you feverishly, hips bucking in a rapid pace.

"Jungkook-" You moaned against his lips, tongue entangling in his.

"I'm gonna cum just watching you two- he's fucking you so hard," The girl moaned, triggering something massively performative in you, wanting to push him harder- make him go harder.

You blinked up at him and he had a mischievous glint in his eye that matched yours. He drove his hips into yours, hands touching you everywhere and anywhere. His body felt like a machine against yours, moving with a fluidity you hadn't known before. You arched to meet his thrusts, legs wrapping around his hips tightly as he reached a hand back to cup your thigh securely, driving his knees into the mattress to pin you down.

You were practically bent in half, knees shoved up into your chest but barely felt the stretch- burning desire erasing everything else.

You looked up at him, unable to tear your eyes away from the depths of his onyx pupils, heavy with desperation in chasing his own high. You felt your fingers entangle in his and let him pin your arm above your head against the sheets, rocking against your body. He leaned down, soft lips grazing your skin cut off by the hard metal of his lip ring before he said something you could only barely make out, too quiet for anyone else beside you to hear.

"I wish we were alone," He mumbled, "Wish I was with you like this, just us."

You gasped in response, eyes flashing towards him. Jungkook just smirked and drove his cock into you harder, fucking you fully now as if you could take him any deeper. His body felt hard on top of you, pushing you to your limits and demanding more from you then you thought you had to give. You couldn't think of anything else but how badly you wished it was just the two of you as well- you wanted this moment with Jungkook to be pure, unpolluted of anyone else but him.

He ground against your clit with every thrust, your clit throbbing as you felt heat spread through your body. You angled your hips up and dug your heels into the small of his back, pinning him to you until he had no choice but to slow his pace, reduced to small grinding circles against you as you fell apart beneath him.

You didn't recognize the noise that left your lips but you heard the one Jungkook made, a low pitched grunt as his brows furrowed, eyes squeezed shut as he came inside of you- a chain reaction to the pulsing of your pussy. Your head lolled to the side, barely registering the look the other girl was giving you as your eyes fluttered shut, Jungkook's lips pressing attentive kisses to any exposed skin he could reach.

"Don't let me pass out," You mumbled, a weightless feeling in your body.

"Why on earth would you pass out?" The girl said softly, hand running through your hair.

"Small appetite," You heard Jungkook say with a chuckle. You didn't even have the energy to say something snappy back, settling for a soft squeeze of your thighs around his waist. "It's okay, you can sleep. I'll take care of everything else."

What did that mean? Did that mean he was going to sleep with her? What if he fell in love with her like the human he mentioned earlier?

Don't fall in love with her.

[aenngelic]

I will protect her at all costs (chapter 2)

Disclaimer: please don’t hate me for it, if you don’t ship them please just don’t read it ok 🥲

contains: slow burn, Sniper falling in love with Kuon, Snipers view/thoughts, sexual fantasies, nudity, lemon stuff overall

It is a very long chapter I’m sorry

Note: please feel free to message me if you have certain romantic moments to include in the story! (Already running out of ideas oops)

It did not take long for us to find a bag of supplies. It was on a coffee table in some sort of lobby area. It seemed as if this building probably was meant to represent some kind of hotel, which I thought was a good thing, because that meant that there would be beds and showers to be found here as well. To our surprise, the bag contained mostly candy, which I wouldn't interpret as a balanced meal. However, the girl seemed to like this finding. It was only a matter of minutes before the chocolate residue stained the corners of my companion's mouth in a brown color. However, I preferred to smoke a cigarette at first and watch the girl devour her own body weight in the form of chocolate.

" This is fantastic! It feels like forever since I last ate chocolate! I faintly remember dieting before I entered this world too, so this must have been probably weeks since I held chocolate in my hand." Kuon said with delight. It was amusing to watch her enjoy sweets. Kuon's carelessness may be a burden at times, but her innocent character makes up for it.

" you partly remember your life prior to this, don't you?"

" Yes, not much to be honest. I'm sorry you can't," Kuon replied in a concerned voice.

"Tell me about it."

She gave me a visibly puzzled look before straightening her back so that she was sitting as straight as a candle on the sofa across from me, staring at her hands somewhat lost in thought. She seemed uncomfortable that I had now brought up this topic. Unfortunately, I could not take back my question. "Well," she began, "to be honest,the life I remember has not been the greatest, I guess." Kuon abruptly shook her head. " That's not true either. I was born into a rich family and had many privileges. My father owned a large company and had very high expectations of me from the very beginning. One day I was supposed to take it over. I was probably pretty lucky compared to other people. I was probably a big disappointment for him. My character was just not strong enough in his eyes. I also remember not really having any friends either, because I was privately educated. And anyway..." I could literally hear the lump in Kuon's throat as a tear began to stream down the girl's cheek.

" i'm sorry. You know, I didn't really mean to end up crying."

I felt my heart break once again, watching the girl grieve. I was surprised now, though, to find out that this yet seemingly uncomplicated high school student was actually carrying a lot of emotional baggage. I did not hesitate as I jumped up from my seat to calm the blue-haired girl. I really hated it like the plague when she cried. Trying to preserve my Coolness, however, I grumbled, "oh girl. What's wrong?"

I placed myself to her left, and pressed her against my shoulder while running my hand over her hair a few times. There was no way I could bring myself to face her, though. It would be too embarrassing and, after all, I was far from being the Prince Charming who would dry her tears with a silken tissue. Besides, I could not withstand the sight of her teary eyes. So there I sat, a weeping teenage girl wetting my blazer with salty drops of grief on my right, awkwardly staring off into the distance.

"It's, it's..." she stammered, not being able to form a word. "You're the first person I've been able to trust, and because of that, I'm kind of..."

She took a deep breath, "It makes me so unbelievably happy."

Almost for the second time that day, a cigarette nearly got stuck in my throat, but this time I was able to suppress my urge to cough. The girl seemed to really like me. But did I like her too? I would be lying if I said I did not care about her. And if she got killed, I could never forgive myself. It was astonishing how one could form such a strong bond with another person in such a short period of time. However, pouring out my entire feelings in front of her would not come close to the cool lifestyle I was pursuing.

" i'm also happy to have met you, Kuon.", i finally decided to answer after a moment of figuring out how to respond.

Kuon's face, which was still streaked with tears, started to smile again, which made me feel much relieved. However, it took her a while to completely stop her wailing . We remained in this position for a while, until at some point I realized that the girl had fallen asleep. Her head had lowered in the meantime even further toward the ground, so that after some time she was no longer leaning against my shoulder but much rather against my belly. When I noticed this after some time and looked down to the girl, a cute sight presented itself to me. Admittedly, on the one hand it felt nice to act as this girl's pillow. On the other hand, it triggered an immeasurable amount of embarrassment in me. But cool guys do like to take care of girls' comfort, don't they?

Therefore, I decided I'd rather not wake her up and hardly moved at all. I looked out the window to my right, watching the sunset and reflected on certain issues. I was thinking about Rika as well as the two girls we were trying to find and, of course, about Kuon and so many other things until my eyes started to close.

When I regained consciousness, the night must have settled in. Before I could even perceive my surroundings properly, I swiveled my head once to the left and once to the right and let my gaze wander through the room. Because the moon was particularly bright this night, everything around me had taken on a deep blue tone. It was so quiet around me that I could have heard a pin drop. In the next second I realized that I should not have fallen asleep in the first place. Somebody would have had to keep watch, after all! Crap! If an enemy would have come along the way, it certainly would not have been good for me and Kuon. I looked down to my thigh where the blue-haired girl was supposed to lie. I felt her place her head on my thigh at some point during the night, but when I looked down at my thigh, I could not find any girl. Where the hell was Kuon? A rational thinking person, as I was one, could of course assume that my companion did not necessarily have to be in danger, but could also have simply visited the toilet, for example. Nonetheless, my alarm bells started ringing immediately. Kuon was, after all, a young girl who, apart from the "rail gun", did not posses many possibilities for self-defense. So of course I was worried.

Without thinking much, I hopped up from the sofa, on which I had been napping a few moments before. In quick stride I wandered through the poorly lit hallway without really having a clue where I was heading. My head was foggy from the idea that the girl might be in serious danger. A few days ago, I probably would have accepted the fact that she was suddenly nowhere to be found and continued my journey. And now my stomach was already twisting at the thought of her getting in trouble.

Nevertheless, a short moment later, my heart pounding madly from the ever-repeating scenario in my head, I heard a noise at the end of the corridor. A soft, high-pitched humming was heard, drowned out by the pattering of many drops. Light emerged from the crack of a door on the left. Was she taking a shower? The feeling of relief spread through my chest, followed by some degree of annoyance. Why did the girl not wake me up? I took a few steps towards the door, but before I was about to reach for the door handle, I remembered that I should not do so. A gentleman never violates a lady's privacy. So I decided to wait.

I leaned against the local wall, one leg bent. Then I let my thoughts wander, while the pattering of the raindrops in the bathroom right next to me showed no indication of stopping anytime soon. A lady of high society must spend quite a bit of her life showering, I thought to myself. And before I knew it, the image of Kuon suddenly popped up in my head. In my imagination I pictured her body, wondering what it looked like completely naked. A bar of soap running over her plump breasts, leaving traces of foam on her soft, wet skin. A body swinging under the hot rainfall like a leaf in the wind, presenting its vivid buttocks. I wonder if she was shaved? Hardly had I been able to finish this dirty thought of mine and get mad at my filthy thinking when my ears picked up the sound of footsteps in the distance. And they were coming ominously closer.

Damn, I thought to myself and was about to reach for my rifle, only to realize that I forgot it next to the sofa where I had been sleeping. I had been so upset about her disappearance that I could seriously forget the most crucial item for our survival.What was I going to do? For a brief moment I was at a loss. Escape proved almost impossible at this point, since I was at a dead end and I could not force the approaching enemy down with any surrounding objects. Besides, if I escaped, it would only be a matter of time before the enemy would track down my helpless companion. In the next moment, almost instinctively, I reached for the door handle that led to the bathroom that Kuon had still claimed. Perhaps there were objects in the room that were suitable for fighting, or perhaps we could be lucky and not be found, I speculated in the heat of the moment. So I tore open the door and rushed into the bathroom, greeted by a hot haze that took over the entire area.

"Kuon!" I called out in a hushed tone.

Without hesitation, I pushed my way through the door that separated the shower from the rest of the bathroom as if I was walking through nothing. Until that moment, I had hardly given a thought to the circumstances of this situation. But at the latest, when finally the naked body of a schoolgirl jumped into my field of vision, I quickly realized this again. I was just about to violate Kuon's privacy. An obviously shocked girl looked towards me, that from 1 second to the other tried to cover herself desperately.

"Mr.Ma-", she was about to say, but I interrupted her raised voice by pressing my hand to her lips as quickly as possible.

While I was still in the act of stepping into the shower, I flicked the light switch in the same movement so that no sign of our presence could escape from the room. Maybe they would not find us here, I hoped at this point.

"There's someone out there," I whispered to the naked girl in front of me.

" if we are quiet, maybe we won't be found. If we are, then..."

Kuon replied to me with an unintelligible "Mmm" , which resembled the sound of a frightened gasp. My body had pressed so close to hers by now that I could feel the wetness of her skin soaking through my shirt. I had directed my face facing away from her so that I could sharpen my hearing for the footsteps I could hear. Furthermore , I did not want to add unnecessary tension to the whole situation. It was uncool enough to interfere with a naked girl taking a shower even if it was an emergency. My hand was still resting on her lips and even though I was wearing gloves and looking away, I could clearly feel the warmth building up in Kuon's cheeks. She was obviously blushing in this moment. But having her pressed against the bathroom wall while forcing my hand tightly onto her lips and not even keeping a distance of not 2 inches, I could not blame her.

For quite a while, we did not move at all. We listened closely to the footsteps, which came a little closer and finally slowly moved away from us again. Temporarily it was even so quiet in this bathroom that we could hear each other breathing. Kuon's breathing was fast and almost verged on hyperventilation in this situation. Because there was hardly any distance between our bodies, I could literally feel her chest rising and falling in short intervals. With each rise, her breasts brushed my upper body a slight bit. I tried, as always, to keep my composure and block out the fact that Kuon was completely naked. Only when several minutes had passed did my posture loosen and I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay, we should be safe for now," I stated and let go of the girl.

I flipped the light switch and had to swallow.

Kuon had been naked before too, but it was only now that the danger was gone that I could really comprehend this fact. She had tried to cover her breasts with her hands and had simultaneously crossed her legs, looking down with a shameful expression on her face. However, the concealment attempt seemed to be unsuccessful for her. Although I only caught a glimpse of her appearance before I turned away from her as quickly as possible, I saw her entire beauty for a moment.Her breasts were in relation to her otherwise so petite body, large and plump. She had a narrow waist and perfectly shaped legs, in combination with her smooth, fair skin. And so she shaved, I could still tell. What remained most imprinted on my mind, however, was the look on her face.I of course preferred to see her friendly smile a thousand times more than this face that expressed pure shame. But I could not help but adore the sight of her big sparkling dog eyes looking at the ground helplessly.

My breath stopped for a moment, but then I quickly cleared my throat, my gaze already averted from her, scanning the room for a towel. I tried to hide the fact that I actually wanted to slap myself for the thoughts I was having. Luckily, my embarrassment was not visible through the mask. I had to change the subject immediately before the situation became even more awkward:

"Sorry, Kuon." , I mumbled. I was surprised myself by my harsh tone. It took me a while to recollect the words.

"You should let me know next time you decide to go somewhere else."

"Oh yeah right. I didn't mean to cause any trouble.", Countered the girl who also seemed to be a bit embarrassed. So it wasn't just me who was feeling uncomfortable about this situation. Without giving my companion another look, I threw a towel right over my head at her. I had a precise aim.

" I'm going to get my rifle. I forgot it in all the hurry near the sofa."

Just as I was about to open the door to step out, the girl interrupted my process by grabbing my arm with unusual intensity.

" can you come back here afterwards? Please?"

"That's what I was planning on doing anyway. I'll be waiting right outside the door," I replied, a bit puzzled by this question.

" but I have -." she interrupted herself, shaking her head slightly before continuing.

Then her facial expression regained its former composure, whereupon she gave me her typical, beaming smile. I could tell, however, that she did not mean it honestly. How I could tell that, I had no idea myself though. But did she want me to stay here with her?

" no you're right. I'll hurry up and be done in a few minutes," she said. While she was talking, she wrapped the towel around her body in a quick movement, fastening it in front with the help of a knot.

I had meanwhile turned my gaze back to her. Although Kuon was now dressed, it was difficult for me not to inspect her from top to bottom. Her entire body was still drenched in a hint of wetness, so that her skin was reflectingthe bright bathroom light. It was also slightly red from the hot shower water. I wondered if the red tint to her cheeks was also caused by that, or if I was responsible for it.I could not help but notice the way the towel just managed to hide all the places it was supposed to cover and yet was far too tight. If she bent over, a special view would present itself to me. Immediately I dashed this disgusting thought from my head. If I continued to reduce myself only to her appearance this could end in negligence on my part and I would not be able to protect her properly.After all, that was the most important thing. I also discarded this thought. Had this strange girl really become so important to me? Nevertheless, there was no place for interpersonal relationships in this world.Before I could get any further into this train of thought, I turned away again and finally walked out of the room. I was in need of a cigarette.

[dungeondicedivaarchieve]

A few months ago I typed up some comments about the anime-only scene between Otogi and Honda on the blimp. Found here.

Well... now I'm here to talk about what happened before that scene. Because I read so much more into it.

Let's take a walk.

Please keep in mind that a great deal of this speculation comes from the belief that, despite Mr. Clown not being seen in the anime, he still exists and his relationship to his son is very similar. Also please keep in mind that this is all speculation from someone who has spent waaaayyyy too much time looking into everything Ryuji Otogi says/ does.

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We join our heroes shortly after Yugi's Duel with Bakura. Ryou has fallen unconscious and the stab wound he sustained earlier has re-opened (unless you're watching the dub where blood doesn't exist.)

Otogi's first line comes after Shizuka has asked Kaiba to land the plane, and the camera cuts to her making a pose that demonstrates both uncertainty and discomfort. Kaiba stares at her and Honda and Otogi both get between them... to Honda's annoyance.

More on this in a second.

Kaiba ignores this and turns his attention back to Jonouchi and Yugi, telling them that it was Bakura's choice to Duel and that he will not be held responsible for the repercussions of another's mistake.

This causes Shizuka to shout (probably for the first time in her life.)

Otogi makes this face. Personally, I think it looks like a combination of surprise and concern. But why would he be concerned?

Because Shizuka is a lot younger, a lot smaller, and a lot less powerful (both physically and financially) than Seto Kaiba.

He is fearful of what Kaiba will do in retaliation, ans so.

He gets between Shizuka and Kaiba in hopes of transferring whatever Kaiba's about to do to him instead of her.

Because Ryuji Otogi is an abuse victim that knows what happens when you challenge someone bigger and more powerful than you. They put you back in your place.

Also Honda continues to not like this. Otogi is cutting him off each time he tries to speak, and while this could be seen as Otogi trying to one up Honda (and the dub absolutely took it that way) I can see it taken a number of ways. There's a chance he's trying to team up with Honda and hope that Kaiba won't start anything if it's two against one. It could also be that Otogi's not paying a lot of attention to Honda. He does see Shizuka and start moving in front of her before Honda moves into the frame the second time.

Going on a small tangent here but...

Keep in mind, Otogi stepped into a fight against four other guys and got himself involved in the fight against a cult to protect Honda and Shizuka. Sure, you can say that he did that to have a chance with her, but that's a lot of risk to have a chance with a girl he knows nothing about... especially for a guy who could have any number of girls with minimal effort. He will also shortly after this put up his own body as a gamble to protect Shizuka from a creepy old man that wants to wear her body like a suit. Personally, I don't think Otogi has any romantic feelings towards Shizuka at all, since each time they interact, he isn't so much flirting as he is trying to protect her. He treats Rebecca in a very similar way when he joins the duel between her and Varon under the assumption that Mai is also dueling, and that Rebecca will be outnumbered (and the correct assumption that a 12-year-old is about to pick a fight with a cult member who has the power to steal her soul. I've heard critiques that Otogi is very sexist because he won't let Rebecca nor Shizuka fight their own battles, which, yes, that's one way to take it... or you can take it as him stepping in when people significantly younger than even he is (Shizuka is 13) are put into incredible danger.)

That was lengthier than I meant for it to be, I'm sorry, back to the actual post.

So, despite everyone's best attempts, Kaiba's not landing this plane. Now get out.

Shizuka makes this face as they leave.

She's not having a good time.

Again Honda tries to talk to Shizuka and again Otogi cuts him off. He also grabs her hands and makes a very dramatic show of himself.

He makes this ridiculous face (that the dub skips because right after it, Shizuka blushes, and the dub really wants to portray Duke as the bad option in this love triangle. So we can't let it be known that she's happy he's doing this.)

This. This is not a face you use when you're trying to be suave and impress a girl. Heck, this is not a face we'll ever see him use again. We've seen him be suave and flirtatious, we know what it looks like, and folks, this ain't it.

To me, he knows he's being ridiculous and over-the-top. That's the point. He's trying to make Shizuka smile or at least stop making that face.

Now... this is where things take a turn.

Disclaimer: This might come across like I don't like Honda. I don't dislike Honda at all! It's just the nature of this scene.

Honda volunteers to go look for the Millennium Ring. Yugi agrees that they should all look. Honda says no, Jonouchi and Yugi should focus on their duels.

We cut to Otogi (still holding Shizuka's hands, I think she's okay now buddy you can stop) and he asks if Shizuka wants to help him search (he does not speak for her like he does in the dub.)

Honda insists Otogi come with him and very forcefully shoves/pushes Otogi away from Shizuka (who does, admittedly, look relieved.) When Otogi tries to protest that this isn't what he wants, Honda grabs his face to silence him.

This is not the first time someone has silenced Otogi by forcefully touching his face.

And this is not the expression of someone who is at all comfortable with the person touching him.

Honda then proceeds to drag a flailing Otogi away from the group while covering his mouth.

Otogi is doing everything in his power to communicate that he does not want this without being able to speak or break the guy's hold around his neck and no one is recognizing this as a sign of distress... or they are and they're just not stopping it. Heck, Jonouchi thinks Honda is being nice.

We can also see in this still that Honda's got a few inches on Otogi. Not a lot, Honda is 5'11 and Otogi is 5'8, but that's a considerable difference when you're intimidated.

Honda drags him to the top of the blimp and, while Otogi is looking about the blimp for the ring (what Honda claimed they were going up here to do) Honda stays still. Directly in front of the door. Blocking Otogi from being able to get away. (I can't post any more images in this post I'll have to rely on hyperlinks now.)

Otogi can't get away and he's been pulled away from the group. He is very aware this guy has a problem with him and can very easily overpower him.

So Otogi does what I've dubbed activates smug mode.

I'm going to make another post elaborating on activate smug mode (this one's long enough as it is) but, basically, Otogi only acts this way when he's trying to get the better of someone or when he's feeling threatened. He is also incredibly smug when he approaches his father to tell him that he lost to Yugi, knowing full well how his father will react to that news. It's a defense mechanism. Honda's taller and stronger than Otogi, all Otogi can really do is badmouth him and make him feel smaller in hopes that that will make Honda back off.

He then makes this pose.

I'm no body language specialist, but I worked as a counselor at a battered women's shelter for a while, so I was taught a few things.

1. He turns to his side. When you're intimidated by someone, you don't face them directly. You tilt your body away to give the illusion of distance, and to keep your vitals out of their direct reach.

2. He folds his arms in front of his stomach. Remember, Shizuka crossed her arms in front of her stomach when she was facing down Kaiba. Otogi is masking it a little by pointing and propping his elbow on his hand, but folding the arms over the chest or stomach remains a typical sign of insecurity/fear.

3. He is clutching his arm. This is something people do during severe bouts of anxiety in an attempt to ground themselves.

In conclusion, yes, Otogi sounds very confident and like he's egging Honda on. He sounds confident. Because that's the only thing he really has over Honda. Honda seems insecure about his appearance when compared to Otogi, thus why he gets deeply irritated whenever Otogi gets close to Shizuka. Otogi taps into that and uses it because it's his only defense in this situation. Maybe Honda will get fed up and leave to go lick his wounded pride.

It doesn't work. They throw hands. Well, Honda throws hands. Otogi stays in a very defensive stance the entire time. Fun fact: Keeping your arms raised close to your face and blocking your chest is one of the main stances in the more defensive based martial art of Tae-Kwon-Do.

In conclusion, my name is Axel and I think about this way, way, waaaay too much. I am of the belief that Otogi is very intimidated by Honda. I was going to attach images here of all the times Honda grabs Otogi's shirt/ threatens to punch him in the face but since I can't attach any more images and hyperlinks are a pain, I'll save it for another post. There are at least five instances.

No, I don't hate/dislike Honda, in fact, I'm pretty sure if Honda knew about Otogi's background, he'd feel terrible. The fact is they're both insecure teenage boys, Otogi because of his home life and Honda because of his family's social status and perhaps his lack of success as a duelist.

And... while I've thought about this scene a lot ever since posting that other post, I never realized how sad it makes me. Otogi's not hiding that he's not okay with being manhandled and dragged off, and his friends just sorta. Let it happen. Again, I don't blame any of them. Both Yugi and Jou have a lot on their minds and they don't seem to notice that this is a problem. Probably because 1. Honda and Jou are very physical/ playfully threatening people, that's just how they are. 2. No one knows about Otogi's homelife. They have no way of knowing he would have issue with any of this. They do it to one another all the time.

I have a lot of feelings.

Thank you for coming to my TEDTalk.

[turbulentt]

Detention

genre: smut | joshua!teacher x fem!reader!student

word count: +2.6k

warnings: explict content, dirty talk, sir kink, public sex

summary: your english teacher has been getting on your nerves since the first time you’ve met. hopefully, things get sorted out after your detention, where you get to be alone with him.

It had been probably the worst school year you've ever had, everything only because of that bloody English class. Your grades were totally fine at all subjects, even math which you had a great problem with, but English had to be the death of you.

And not because of being difficult, which, at least for you, it was not. It dammed you because your teacher never gave you the final grades you deserved, even with straight A's on all tests and quizzes, he would always fuck up everything.

Not just that but he, annoyingly, would also straight up ignore you during the entire time. He asks a question; you raise your hand to answer; he looks at you and you think you're going to be picked; no, you're ignored and he demands the answer from someone else. Annoying, annoying, annoying! God damn you, Joshua!

But he pays the price. His classes are never peaceful, at least not when you're there. Since you're not picked for anything you tend to slightly fuck around. Making jokes about some things Joshua says, throwing paper balls everywhere, saying unnecessary things that make everyone laugh and take Joshua's patience to the limit. 

"And don't forget to read the article I gave you!" the teacher warns while everyone is packing their materials "Class dismissed. Have a good day, everyone."

"Yeah, good day my ass," you whisper to yourself while trying to fit your books into your backpack. When failing to do so you grunt in rage and roll your eyes. While thinking that your day couldn't get worse, you feel Joshua's shadow blocking the light.

"Do you need some help?" he kindly questions and you look up at him. "No, thanks," you answer small as if his presence scares you. "Can I ask you something?" he sits on the table next to yours and crosses his arms. Seeing your little nod he continues "Why are you always playing around and disturbing my class? I've spoken to the other teachers and they said such good things about you."

"I don't know," you lower your head and let out a sigh when finally fitting your books in your backpack "I just feel like it."

"That doesn't seem like a legitimate answer." he approaches your table and rests his hand there "Try again."

You close your eyes tightly in search of spiritual forces to help you say everything that has been on your mind.

"Okay, I'm going, to be honest. Your class fucking annoys me. I'm one of the best students, if not THE best, and you act like I don't exist. Whenever I raise my hand to answer a question I'm never the one who's picked and it really makes me angry. So yeah, that's why I fuck around and do nothing in your classes. Maybe if you gave me more attention I would behave better." you let everything out like your life depends on it.

"You are my best student." he brushes his hair with his fingers with a slight grin on his lips "And I never pick you because I know you're going to answer correctly without any problems. I could never ignore such a top student."

"Then why do you give me shitty grades?"

"Can you please stop using those kinds of words? That's not appropriate, Y/N." he says firmly, almost in a groan, with a serious expression "And I don't give you better grades because of your behavior in class."

"Well, it is your fault." you huff at his response, and the annoyance can be seen in his eyes. "You're making me really mad. Stop saying it's my fault. You're the one acting like a brat." he says, dangerously close to your face. "But it IS your fault, what can I do?" you talk back enjoying the unsatisfied look in his eyes.

"Here's what you can do, you can meet me in detention in fifteen minutes." he slams his hand on your table and leaves to his', ignoring your whines and apologies.

Fifteen minutes never went by so fast like those, and you couldn't be more depressed. You just wanted to get it over with and go home to rage about how frustrated you felt because of your teacher.

When the time came you entered the class and sat at the back of the room with your headphones on and looking at the window. Probably no one would appear at that hour to have detention, it was too early. Which means you would have to be all alone with Joshua. "Great. My biggest dream." you ironically mumbled to yourself.

"What's your biggest dream?" A loud voice echoes through the room making you jump on the chair "It's just me." he giggles at your startled expression. "I wasn't expecting." you pouted like a little kid and got back to your music.

Joshua just sat by his table and took some things out of his case. You didn't even want to glance at him, but for some reason, he looked so attractive with his glasses on and the rolled-up sleeves of his shirt. You couldn't help yourself, you had to take in his beauty for just a moment.

He could be annoying and do unfair things to you but you couldn't deny how fucking ethereal that man is. You feel blessed by his beauty honestly, although his personality haunted you. 

To your surprise, he raised his head suddenly and stared back at you. He only gave a chaste smile before paying attention to his work again. Embarrassed, you just set your eyes back at the view outside.

Not even ten minutes into the detention and you were already grunting as if it was physically hurting. Being on your phone didn't distract you enough and the tension inside that room was too strong. Due to the hot weather, it got incredibly hot inside and Joshua needed to undo one of the buttons of his shirt. At that moment things got even hotter, and it was definitely not the classroom.

Trying to fade away these thoughts you laid your head on your backpack, which laid on the table, and closed your eyes. At least that way you wouldn't be looking at your teacher and wouldn't seem like a thirsty teenager.

Ten more minutes passed and you felt a gentle hand caressing your head. Not actually realizing who was its owner you leaned into the touch and almost purred out of satisfaction.

"You look just like a kitten." his low voice whispered on your ear and your only reaction was too raise your head slowly and blush aggressively at the sight of your teacher. "You looked really peaceful but I can't let you sleep here," he spoke gently, as always, his gentleman side got you soft and you smiled agreeing.

"Mr. Hong?" you called softly and he smiled at the sight of his name exiting your lips. "Yes?" he raised an eyebrow but kept his smile on. "Can you do that again?" you blushed, shy for making such a stupid request.

"Do what?" he was slightly confused at the beginning but understood when you looked at his hands. "Oh.." he raised one and stroked your hair again "This?"

You nodded smiling and closed your eyes. It actually felt good. His strong and soft hand caused so many different sensations. They made you forget how much you hated him, at least at that moment.

Slowly you felt his hot breath dangerously close to you and, in a split of a second, you felt the texture of his sweet lips. Not regretting a bit you leaned closer to his touch and kissed him back. It was so wrong but felt incredibly good.

Not letting the kiss continue he got away from you and stared at your lips as if he just did something terribly wrong and wanted to do it again. "I'm really sorry." he didn't seem to have the words to express what he was feeling at the moment so he just smiled like he usually does, which made you get a little bit mad. "If you were really sorry you wouldn't have kissed me. And if you regret it you wouldn't be staring at my lips like you wanted to kiss me again. If you really want to do so, then be a man and fucking kiss me."

Something in your words made his personality shift and an intense gaze could be seen in his eyes as if he was a hunter searching for his prey. Desperately he attacked your lips and started a dominant kiss. And wow, he did know how to be dominant. The position you were in was quite uncomfortable so he just sat on the chair next to yours and, without letting go of your lips, he pulls you to his lap.

His sudden change of behavior kind of scared you in some way but you really enjoyed it. Actually, it was a big turn on. So, there you were: sitting on your teacher's lap as you kiss him and almost moaning at the touch of your skins.

Needing some air you ended the kiss, only to start leaving wet kisses all over his pale neck. "What are we doing?" he chuckled throwing his head back feeling aroused just by the touch of your lips on him. "We're having some fun, Mr. Hong." you said innocently looking at his eyes, which were filled with lust "Don't tell me you don't want me because your hands don't say the same."

And, in fact, they didn't. They were grabbing your hips strongly, keeping you really close to him, as if he never wanted to let go of you. "Well, I can't say I haven't dreamt about this once or twice." unprepared for his sentence you blushed intensely and hid your face on his neck.

"Don't be so shy. I saw the way you were looking at me just now." he grins and gets up carrying you with him. "Where are we going?" you ask confused. 

"To my table, so we can have more space." he raises you slightly and grabs you by your ass. You moaned at his grip and ground on his body asking for more attention. He laid you on the table and quickly got on top, kissing you harshly this time as if he remembered something that got him furious.

Your hands were at the back of his neck caressing and mildly pulling his hairs. His hands were each by the side of your head sustaining his body. He pulled away and looked you dead in the eye "I should punish you for being such a brat, Y/N." he lowered his head, and between soft bites on your neck he kept talking "I didn't really enjoy the way you talked back at me today. You need to know your place, kitten."

You moaned at the nickname, it sounded so good coming from him. Slowly he unbuttoned your pants and lowered them gently as if he could break you just by doing so, he was back to his gentleman side. Eagerly he kisses your inner tights making you throw your head back in anticipation, you could already imagine what wonders his mouth is capable of.

Seeing your wet panties he smirks and raises his eyes to yours "So wet already, kitten?"

You look away in embarrassment and he grabs your thigh firmly. "Stop playing, Joshua." you let out almost in a moan.

"Did I give you permission to call me by my name?" he scoffs and presses his thumb on your clit making you gasp loudly "It's sir for you." he takes his hand back "Understood kitten?"

"Yes, sir." you saw his pupils dilate the double just because of what you said. He never seemed like the kinky type, but know that you see it, it really suits him.

With his glasses on the tip of his nose and his shirt almost all undone and wrinkled he stod in front of your lower parts facing your core. "Tell me, kitten." he slowly grabs your panties with his teeth and lowers them to your knees "Do you think you deserve to be well treated?"

You nodded aggressively holding yourself up by your elbows just so you can look at Joshua. He lets out a tsc before getting rid of your underwear completely. "I don't think you do," he smirks and you pout, whining in response.

"Please, sir. I promise I'll behave." there it was, what he wanted. Now you knew your place, and you would do anything for his touch. Now Joshua knows he has you in his hand. 

That said you just feel his warm tongue on your pussy and moan loudly Joshua's name out of pure pleasure. Your hands run through his hair and push him slightly more to you, his skilled tongue playing with your clit was making you see stars and you could feel your body warm up more and more. His eyes never leaving yours making you even more aroused.

"Oh God, yes.. yes... Josh... Joshua..." you moaned loudly as he sucked your clit. "Are you almost there, Kitten?" he backs away for a bit to ask you when he sees your body twitch with pleasure. You nod and he stands up "Then bend over for me, fast."

You get out of the table and do as asked, bent over the table, ass up and legs wide open for Joshua. At the sight in front of him, he slowly walked his hands through your whole body making you shiver since you were still so sensitive. You rub your ass on his pants making him groan at the feeling of your body on his boner. "How bad do you want it, kitten?" he asks huskily in your ear as you hear him unbuckle his belt.

"I.. I want it all inside me, sir," you say panting. He quickly undoes his pants and gets them off, the same with his boxers, and stands behind you. "Then be sure to take it all well, kitten." he kisses your neck while rubbing his hard cock on your heat. You nod eagerly and watch as he gets a condom from his wallet. The sound of Joshua's grunts and low moans only made you want him inside you even more.

So, your wishes were fulfilled. He started entering you slowly, caressing your hips to distract from the pain, and made sure to only move when you told him to. After listening to your first moan he knew he could start and firmly moved inside you. His steady pace became more and more irregular as he increased his rhythm and you thought you were going to hit your limit right there at that moment. "You feel so good, kitten." he grunts as he watches his lenght move in and out of you "You love my cock don't you?"

"Yes.. oh yes... I love it.." you say between moans. Suddenly Joshua discovers your sweet spot and starts ramming into you hard and deep, hitting it multiple times, making you almost scream. "Oh, I'm so close.." he kisses the back of your neck, never losing his pace "cum with me, kitten."

It only takes a few more hits to make you release all your juice and right after Joshua does the same.

Panting, he comes out of you and smiles as he helps you both clean yourselves. After you're fully dressed and back to normal he looks at his watch and smiles "Detention time is over."

You smirk and take your stuff to walk away from the classroom. As you're leaving you hear him call your name once again.

"Don't forget. You have detention tomorrow, kitten."

[babbushka]

Hi! Since it's nearning October, my all time fave month, I've been watching horror movies all week. The 70's were definitely the best era for that genre in my opinion! Which leads me to thinking of going to the movies with Flip. I was wondering if you had any headcannons for him going to see those movies to the cinema with the reader?

Oh I absolutely have headcanons, I hope you enjoy them!! :)

Flip does not like horror films. 

He kind of hates Halloween, actually. Too many dumb fuckin’ kids pulling pranks that get the cops called on them, too many sinister deeds happening all the time for him to ever really relax. 

Horror films are just more of the same, he thinks. He deals with too many real life serial murderers in his line of work to want to go watch them on screen. 

But, he loves going to the movie theater, especially with you. 

The two of you used to go to the drive-in when you were just dating, but now that those have fallen out of popularity, the theater is just as good of a setting for heavy makeouts in the back row lol

He always buys a stupidly big bucket of popcorn, feeds you pieces as you watch whatever movie you’ve picked. He likes when you feed him pieces in return, he always tries to bite your fingers playfully

He’s a talker in movies, giving his two cents in a hushed voice right in your ear. You don’t mind, because you love him, but the people around you get annoyed, so now you two only go during odd hours when the theater isn’t so packed

Flip’s favorite movie-candy are redvines

His legs are far too long to be bunched up behind the seat in front of him, so he always props them up much to your annoyance lol

Sometimes you go to a movie just to be stupid and make out, fondle one another like you’re teenagers again, the thrill of being alone but not, in a pitch dark room

You talk about the movie afterwards -- always. Didn’t matter that Flip gave all his opinions and comments during the screening of it, he always wants to hear what you have to say, if you liked it

But his favorite thing is when you lean your head on his shoulder during the romantic parts of a movie, how you intertwine your fingers with his, how you’ll sigh to yourself happily because you’ve found your happily ever after, right there with him :)