#the other is oh god I barely escaped with my LIFE huh

[turtleblogatlast]

Big Mama must have lost some serious standing in the yokai underworld because it’s gotten apparent that she keeps being beaten by a small group of teenagers and the occasional rat man, and when it’s not them then she’s taking L’s from her own schemes working against her.

And in the ensuing power vacuum, the Hamatos accidentally become the most feared crime family known to all the big bads of the Hidden City.

After all, they’ve publicly outplayed Big Mama multiple times, a couple of them have taken out the heads of two of the most well known criminal organizations, one took out Heinous Green, two are responsible for the destruction of Witch Town, they have ties to both the infamous Baron Draxum and Captain Piel, they won the Doom Dome death race, they’re Battle Nexus Champions, they’ve displayed insane feats of power and defeated impossibly strong enemies, most of them have been to jail, and they regularly mingle with humans.

You can just imagine the notoriety they’d accumulate from word of mouth alone.

[loveandpeaceanddoughnuts]

I’m just a kid (and life is a nightmare)

dad!Nanami & kid!Yuji

commissioned this amazing piece from @yuutaguro for chapter two of my teen papamin au in which Nanami reluctantly adopts Yuji right after graduating from Jujutsu High and leaving the sorcerer world! [chapters 1-3 on ao3]

Everything had been going so well. Nanami would begin his office job on Monday, the same day that Yuji’s school year started. He had just taken Yuji to buy his uniform, and a shiny new backpack. It wasn’t until he was going back over the supply list and dress code that the trouble started.

“Yuji, you have to cut your hair! It’s not me, it’s the school’s stupid rule.”

Yuji stuck out his tongue and ran around the table, avoiding Nanami’s grasp. “Don’t wanna!” He shouted back.

“I know! But you have to anyway!” Nanami chased him back around the other side. “It’s not up for debate!”

“DON’T WANNA!”

Nanami stopped running and covered his face with his hands, taking deep breaths. The kid was driving him crazy. Hell, he agreed with him. He probably would’ve been just as pissed about cutting his hair at that age, but damn if it wasn’t frustrating on the other side. “Look, I’m sorry the dress code is annoying. I am! But you’re gonna get in trouble if we don’t tame that pink mop on your head!” God, I sound like my dad, Nanami thought glumly.

Yuji flung himself around the corner and peeked out. “But I don’t wanna , Nanaminnn!!”

“I know.” He gave a long sigh. “Can you tell me why?”

“I wanna look like you!”

“You- what?” Nanami was thrown for a loop. Yuji could barely see through his hair at this point, it looked nothing like… oh no. Nanami skidded into the bathroom and stared in the mirror. Yuji came hurtling behind him, just barely able to peek over the countertop on his tiptoes.

“See, Nanamin? We’re the same!”

The kid had a point. Nanami stared at his face, noticing for the first time that he had let his hair get quite long. It just didn’t seem like a priority, not after…well. He shook his head, tossing the long shock of blonde hair out of his eyes. Yuji peered up at him, looking annoyingly smug.

“See, you see?”

“Yeah, I see, Yuji.” Maybe it was time that he matured his look. At least a little. “I guess I have a mop up there too, huh?” He couldn’t help but chuckle at the way Yuji imitated his nod. “I have an idea for how we can fix this.”

Everyone in the barbershop couldn’t help but smile at the strange pair that walked in, the serious, blonde teenager and his hyper, pink-haired companion.

“Awww, is this your little brother?” The receptionist cooed.

“Uh, no, this is my…Yuji.” Nanami cringed at himself, but the kid holding his hand beamed.

“Yeah, I’m his Yuji!!”

The two boys politely requested the same haircut, and Nanami went first to reassure Yuji. “See? Doesn’t hurt at all, okay? Bet you’re gonna look cooler than me.”

Nanami watched himself in the mirror as the barber went to work. It wasn’t like he was attached to his look or anything, at least he told himself so. But change was weird. By the end of it, he could see more of his forehead than he had in years. He looked older, like a salaryman.

“What do you think, kid?” Yuji looked at him thoughtfully.

“You look like a grown-up, Nanamin!”

“Yeah, I guess I do.” He laughed. “Your turn, Yuji. Think you can be brave?”

“Yeahh! Brave like you!” Yuji slid into the seat and reached out a hand, which Nanami held tight.

By the end of it, Nanami’s hair was slicked into a deep side part, with a few stubborn strands escaping into his eyes. Yuji’s hair still spung up at all angles. It suited him, though. And more importantly, fit the school dress code.

Nanami took Yuji out to their favorite bakery on the way home as a reward. The boy eagerly gobbled down a pink-frosted doughnut with extra sprinkles while Nanami sipped coffee with a slice of lemon cake. “We did well today, huh kid?”

Yuji nodded proudly with a faceful of frosting. “Yeah, we did great! And we still look the same as each other!”

Nanami squinted at him, but couldn’t bring himself to burst the kid’s bubble. “We sure do. Maybe we could switch places, and you could go into work for me!”

Yuji doubled over with laughter. “No way Nanamin!”

“You sure? I could go to school for you, do all your homework…” he teased.

Yuji appeared to be considering the offer, then shook his head, still giggling. “Nuh-uh!”

“Ah, well.” Nanami pretended to sigh. “Worth a try.”

[hearts4sturniolo]

𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐨, 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨

where your love for a very specific accessory does wonders for you

warning: foul language, oral f!receiving, p in v, rough sex, degradation, praise, use of pet names, overstimulation

notes: happy halloween sexies, guess whose back ;) story fully written for my wife, her inspo brought me back from the grave <3

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you didn't consider yourself a weak person by any means, mentally and physically. life had thrown enough at you and you had handled it with grace until now. you were a few dates in with a guy you had just recently met, attire usually casual clothes and nice, fixed hair that usually ended up messy by the end of the night. after some time spent alone on this friday evening, you get a call from said guy asking to come to his place for the first time and how he was on his way to get you.

simple enough right? wrong.

matt pulled up to your house as you are locking your front door. his windows were tinted so you could never really see inside until you were opening up the passenger door. when you did, you practically turned into a puddle as you found out your one weakness.

very attractive men in backwards hats.

which led you to where you were now, half naked on this mans bed, straddling his lap as he sat against his headboard. "fuck honey," matt groaned, hands gripping your bare thighs as you sucked his neck "what's gotten into you tonight?"

"mm nothing." you whimpered, his hands forcing you to grind down on his dick. the panties you had on doing very little for you as they were soaking wet, just causing you to feel him in a more intense way.

your lips pressed into his as an act to get him to shut it, tongue pushing its way into his mouth. a groan escaped matt's lips as he continued to grind against your pussy, his fingers digging into you with brutal pressure. you didn't give a fuck if he left bruises, you were an empty canvas begging to be turned into art.

his tatted arm came up to grip your jaw, "you gonna tell me the truth or are you gonna keep lyin' to me."

your face turned beat red and in that moment, you wanted nothing more than to turn away and hide but his grip on you remained steady. his cock flush against you making it harder to think by the second, but you mustered enough courage to mumble incoherently.

"what was that baby? cmon speak up for me." matt spoke gently, thumb stroking your cheek as he used the other hand to slowly grind you back down on him.

your head spun in circles as you tried to ground yourself and take control back of the situation, "that slutty fuckin' hat."

"what?" he questioned, jaw slacking up.

"don't make me say it again matt, please." you pleaded, desperately trying to squirm out of his grasp but to no avail.

"my hat huh?" matt questioned again, moving to hold you as he flipped you onto your back, caging you to the bed. his lips trailing kisses down your body between sentences. his fingers intertwined with your lacy panties as he dragged them off you. "gotta watch that pretty mouth though."

"it's true though, 'knew what you were doing when-" his mouth enveloping your core, cutting you off and causing a strangled moan to come out of you.

he messily sucked on your clit as your hands flew to grip the sheets next to you. "told you to watch it, mouthing off isn't gonna make this go any quicker." it felt like within seconds you were already so close to finishing. "fuckin' soaked f'me baby, god, i wanna ruin you."

his words definitely weren't helping.

"ruin me, please." you begged, his eyes looking up at your from his place in-between your legs. his backwards cap still sat nicely around his head as you nearly came from the sight.

he propped himself back up, away from you, as he threw his hat somewhere in the room and pealed off the sweatshirt from his back with one hand. smirk plastered on his face as he began to tug off his sweatpants and boxers in one motion, cock springing free. "oh baby, if this is how i get you, i'll wear that hat every fucking time i see you."

you whined pathetically as you watched him stroke his cock, hovering over you. there was no possible way of hiding your arousal now, you were soaked just from the sight of seeing him in a hat and now you were whining at the slightest glimpse of his dick. grabbing a pillow, he lifted your hips off the bed to slide it underneath you. beads of sweat starting to form just barely between his eyebrows as he zoned in on you.

he tapped his tip against your clit, smearing his precum and mixing it with your slick. your eyes fluttered closed as he eased himself into you, sighing with content as he pushed himself to the point of bottoming out. the way you squeezed around him could've caused him to cum on the spot, your scrunched up face making him painfully harder. he thrusted into you at an antagonizing pace, "atta girl, fuck, this pussy was just made for me wasn't it?"

"mhm, all yours baby," matt's thrust became more rapid as he positioned himself closer towards your body, "god, fuck me."

your legs wrapped instinctively around his back, pulling him even closer towards you as he pounded into you. his hands flew to your waist to hold himself stable and to hold you in place, fingernails digging into your skin. the sound of skin slapping echoed through the room as you felt him hit your g-spot. "fuck."

"so fuckin' tight, so fuckin' perfect." his eyes roamed up and down your body. tits bouncing back and forth as one hand grabbed your thigh to pull a leg over his shoulder. the feeling of his dick throbbing inside of you, repeatedly hitting your sweet spot, was sending you into a blissed out state.

"matt, please, g'na cum soon." you moaned, legs clenching around his figure.

"take it, that's my good girl, fuckin' take it." the pace he's fucking you at forms that familiar tight coil in your gut, threatening to spill over at any second. matt reaches down and thumbs your clit, your thighs tremble as your orgasm rushes over you in an instant. you try to wriggle out of matts hold on you, but he continues to thrust in and out of you.

he grunts as he speaks, "you're funny if you think that's the only one im gettin' outta you tonight, wanna call me a slut? you're gonna see what its like to be treated like one."

taglist: @sweetangelgirl7 @hanbinics @mattscoquette

[disgustingtwitches]

A Rose in Harlem

Simon Riley is an enigma—a brooding, complex man with a shadowed past that he can’t escape. You’re just an ordinary person until he claws his way into your life and you can't help but give in to him. The only problem is that you try to keep things casual, while Simon's never been one to settle for that.

Long live the rose that grew from concrete, when no one else ever cared.

Masterlist

PART 3

(He longs to be) Close to you

***

You freeze, heart pounding, the moment shattered. Who the fuck is that? You think to yourself, panic creeping in. Another knock then a familiar, playful voice from the other side of the door.

“Bitch! I know you're home!”

“Oh my God. Ishta.”

You completely forgot about your little watch party with her. This can't be happening now. Of course it's happening right now.

“Hm, that a girlfriend I don't know about?”

Simon murmurs, nuzzling his face to your neck.

“You need to go.”

Your voice is low, urgent, but it only seems to amuse him. His hands wrap around your waist, pumping his hips upwards, rubbing himself against your soaked underwear.

“What, you're kicking me out? Just like that?”

He nips at your neck, making you yeep. He tightens his hold, long arms locking you in.

You tense, trying to wiggle from him but him and his stupidly defined arms aren't budging.

“I'm serious; you need to leave, now.”

You twist in his arms, your anxiety growing as Ishta's knocking gets louder. She's never been patient.

You can feel his lips curve into a smile.

“You're tense, should relax a bit.”

“Relax?! Oh my God, I'm gonna kill you.”

You snap in a hushed tone, yanking yourself free (well, more like he finally relents and lets you go). You tug your shorts up while he follows suit, much more leisurely than you. He quips while letting you drag him towards the fire escape,

“Can't believe I'm the other woman, thought I was special, angel.”

“You're not making this easy.”

“Mistresses rarely do.”

Simon smirks, while you pull him to the window. Ishta knocks again, louder this time.

“Stop jerking off, the ice cream is melting!”

Simon snickers and you push him through the window onto the fire escape. His large frame steps out, stretching out while he turns to you.

“What? No kiss goodbye?”

“Simon!”

He doesn't budge until you lean out the window, planting a quick, chaste kiss on his scared lips. His hand cups the back of your neck, practically shoving his tongue down your throat, before you wrench yourself away.

“Bye.”

The words come out harsher than you mean while you shut the window, watching him slip into his place, not trusting him to sneak back into yours.

Ishta's voice whines from behind your front door. You smooth out your clothes, pasting a sheepish, wide smile. You take a deep breath before opening your door.

“Hey girl! Sorry I-”

“Was jerking off thinking about your neighbor? I know girl. Get that nut in friend.”

She empties her tote, sets some wine bottles down and grabs two cups from the kitchen before bending to sit on the couch. You wince watching her try to sit where his bare ass was.

“Oh! No don't-”

She looks at you curiously, frozen mid-squat— your brain scrambling to find something remotely plausible.

“I spilled tuna juice there earlier.”

She narrows her eyes at you, searching your face. She must be satisfied with what she sees because she shrugs and moves to the other side.

“Can't smell fishy. Got a date later.”

She pops open a bottle, pouring a generous amount into each cup. You grab the one she offers and take a seat on the arm of the couch.

“A date, huh? Is it that finance guy from last month?”

She rolls her eyes, turning on the TV.

“Oh God, no. He was so fucking annoying, trust fund baby.”

You laugh a little, grateful for her not pressing you on the couch thing.

“So who's the lucky guy?”

She waves her hand vaguely, her attention already on the TV, looking for a show.

“Met him at the park. He was jogging—shirtless, obviously—and tripped over his own fucking shoelaces. Adorable. Total himbo vibes.”

You raise an eyebrow, smiling into your glass.

“Thought you liked nerds.”

“That's the thing,”

She turned to you, grinning like a fool.

“Ok so, we were talking about showers,”

“Naturally.”

“Naturally. Anyways, he starts going on about different hypotheses of 'the shower curtain effect' with this dumbass smile on his face. I'm trying not to stare at his tits and just ask him if he wants drinks before I start drooling. Obviously, he says yes, and here we are!”

She finishes her glass and helps herself to another. You lean closer to her.

“So what's the plan? Drinks, talk about nerdy shit, and then stumble into his place and ogle at his star wars figurines?”

“First off all,”

She raises a finger.

“He’s an artist, so get it right. And secondly, he's Scottish. So like, the accent makes everything hotter.”

You hum curiously.

“My apologies, I clearly underestimated his international flare.”

“You did. Also, you're welcome for letting you live vicariously through me, by the way.”

She flips her hair over her shoulder.

“Oh, oohh my goodness. Thank you for your graciousness.”

You say in mock appreciation, hand over your heart. Her eyes twinkle when she winks at you.

“Freely granted, my dear. I'll text you all the juicy details.”

“Lucky me.”

You say dryly, swirling your wine glass. Ishta lightly hits your knee.

“Look at us. You got your English guy, I got my Scottish one. Just gotta snatch up an Irish and Welsh one, and we've got a whole set!”

“Please be serious, girl. Also, he's not ‘my guy’, he's just a neighbor.”

“Uh-huh, keep telling yourself that. We'll see how long that lasts.”

***

You've been more moody lately. From Ishta unintentionally cock-blocking you, to work being particularly demanding, and finally, Simon terrorizing you relentlessly.

Ever since ‘the incident’ he's been on you like white on rice. He'll stop you in the mornings in the foyer and casually talk about how he came to the thought of you last night or stand behind you in the elevator and grind up against you, laxly apologizing.

“Sorry. It's just such a tight fit here, right angel?”

You silently thank God Simon has the sense to pull these stunts when no one else is around to witness his brand of debauchery (he doesn't, you just got lucky no one's there when he pulls that shit).

You're barely holding onto your patience. Every word he says, every deliberate touch grates on your nerves. He has you on edge, dangling by a thread. A simple nudge could send you tumbling— yet he never quite gives it. Instead, he leaves you like this, toeing the line.

Waiting. Waiting on you to make the jump.

It kind of surprises you, given the whole…incident. You expected him to follow you into your apartment one day and finally consummate whatever twisted, simmering thing you had going on. But he didn't. Seemed to enjoy making you squirm.

***

You could almost forget about him during the day. Almost. Work has been a circus lately, thanks to your boss—the museum curator who seems to thrive on chaos. She’s brilliant, yes, but she’s also impossible. Barking orders, demanding perfection, treating every missed detail like a personal betrayal. You spend your mornings running errands and your afternoons fielding phone calls from artists who need their egos stroked. The only moment of reprieve is when you’re in the gallery itself, away from the madness, the artwork pulling you into a quiet, timeless space.

But even that doesn’t last. Today, you spent hours installing a new piece—a massive, fragile sculpture—and as soon as it was in place, she decided it needed to be moved six inches to the left. Six inches. By the time you got home, your nerves were frayed, your patience long gone.

He’d been waiting in the lobby when you arrived, as if he knew you’d had a long day. His presence suffocating, his voice a low murmur in your ear as he stood too close, his hand brushing your hip when you reached for the elevator button.

“You look tense, angel.”

“Simon, please.”

“‘Please?’ Wow, must've been really bad today.”

He chuckles to himself, like he's so fucking funny.

You rub your eyes, the tired dryness a reminder of the day you'd had. He sees this as an invitation to step behind you and wrap his arms around you. Large frame towering over you, long arms sliding around you.

“Not in the mood for this today, Simon.”

You mutter, void of its usual bite.

You don't even have the energy to push him away when he plants a kiss on the side of your neck, softer than the last time his lips touched your skin.

“So sweet when you're tired out. Wonder if you're like this after-”

The elevator dings and you pull away, pushing his head off your shoulder and trudging to your place. At this point, you're too drained to care about his games, too tired to rise to the bait.

If he wasn't going to stop playing, wasn't going to do anything but pussyfoot around, you had better things to do—like collapse on your bed and sleep for 12 hours straight.

You reach your door and fumble with your keys, cursing under your breath when they decide now is the perfect time to be elusive in your bag.

“Need help?”

You don’t jump. You’re too used to that voice coming from behind you, low and amused. His words echo in your head more than you’d like to admit these days.

“No.”

You say, sharp enough to bite through the air as you finally fish the keys out and shove one into the lock.

It sticks. Of course, it sticks.

He says something you ignore while he leans against the side of the doorframe, watching you struggle. Your head lands on the door with a soft thud, forehead pressing against the cool metal.

“You’ve been quiet tonight. Not like you to let me have the last word.”

“I’m too tired for this.”

“For what?”

“For your bullshit.”

You spit, jiggling the key rougher than necessary.

Simon hums, entertained.

“There she is. Was worried I lost you for a minute.”

The key refuses to turn. Between him looking over your shoulder and the fucking door mocking you, your patience starts to shred, gossamer-thin.

When the door finally opens, you turn to him.

“Do you ever shut up?”

He shrugs.

“Not when I’m having this much fun.”

“You call this fun?”

“Watching you fight with a door? Yeah, a little bit. Had my money on the door though, unfortunately.”

You swear his grin is almost audible under that mask.

Your eyes narrow, heated.

“Don't you have somewhere else to be?”

He doesn't miss a beat.

“No, actually. Not tonight.”

“Of course not, when do you ever?”

You mutter, yanking your keys out of the lock.

“Just keeping the schedule free for you, love.”

“Free to annoy me?”

“Something like that.”

Your eyes drift from his face down to his arms crossed over his chest. His compression shirt doesn't help, the material stretching in a way that feels obscene.

Then while he watches you stare, he flexes subtly.

It pulls a laugh out of you, the sound slipping out before you can help it,

“Whore.”

He pulls his mask down, showing off his own smile. His canines sharp and slightly crooked, but somehow it makes him more attractive. Like he doesn't just accept his imperfections, but wears them proudly, fully aware of their charm.

“Just for you, angel.”

“Your persistence is coming off pathetic.”

You huff half-hearted, crossing your arms.

“Doesn't seem to bother you much.”

Simon goads. You think this is the happiest you've ever seen him.

“It does.”

You lick your teeth, feigning irritation. He mirrors the movement, finishing it off with a smile that makes your face hot.

“Go on then,”

His voice drops lower, thick and languid, molasses poured slow on a hot day.

“Tell me how you really feel.”

It's quiet for a moment. He tilts his head, eyes glinting and the edge you've been teetering on crumbles underneath you, all reservations and restraint gone. You grip the strings of his hoodie and pull him down to your face.

“You're insufferable.”

“Yes.”

“A tease.”

“Mhm.”

“Worst neighbor I've ever had.”

“Ouch.”

He says, though his tone is anything but wounded. If anything, it sounds downright gleeful.

“Makes me wanna do awful things to you.”

You say in a hushed tone, a newfound energy pumping through your veins. The space between you grows smaller as you tug him even closer, his hands instinctively finding your waist, steadying both of you.

“Yeah,”

His voice is low, molten. A scorching heat that flows from his mouth down your chest and stomach.

“Probably use those pretty little hands, leave marks. Bruises I'd feel every time I breathe.”

You twirl the strings around your fingers, leading him into your place. It feels like tugging on a leash tied to a dangerous dog— wild and unpredictable, tethered to you and you only. He catches the door before it slams shut, closing it without looking, dark eyes honed in on you. Makes your stomach do flips.

“You'd like that, wouldn't you?”

His silence is answer enough, a smirk playing on his face. You muse, shoving him toward the couch with a playful push,

“Maybe I'd keep it simple, knife to the heart. If I could find it.”

He spreads out on the cushions, pulling you to him, making you straddle one of his thick thighs.

“Sounds painful, tell me more.”

“Maybe I'd tie you up. Make you beg for your life.”

When you say that, he groans— an honest-to-god groan and his grip on your hips tightens.

“It’d be hard, getting through all that muscle and bone,”

He grabs your wrist, making you press two fingers on the hard, fast pulse right under his jaw.

“Be quicker and easier to hit it right here. Faster way to go out.”

You cock your head to the side, biting back a moan feeling the beat of the vein under his skin go impossibly fast when you hum.

“Think I'm gonna go easy on you?”

His response is instant, almost desperate if you thought he was capable of that emotion.

“I hope to God not.”

He wraps himself around you, pressing you up against his solid frame like he's trying to meld his body to yours.

***

He's been at this for long, too long. He hasn't even taken off either of your pants, all too happy to have you grinding your pants against his denim. It's got you so pent up, you're half crazed, panting in the crook of his neck and mumbling pleas for relief.

“Want you, Simon.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He shakes his head and you groan in frustration.

“Been a real brat lately, can't reward that kind of behavior.”

“Pleasepleaseplease-”

“Sound so pretty, begging for me.”

You're trying anything at this point. Anything but ripping his clothes off. Or yours.

“Don't you wanna feel good too?”

Your tone is so dulcet, it's almost too sweet in your mouth, words dripping with a carefully calculated innocence. You play with the waistband of his jeans, before you can get too far he takes hold of your wrist.

“I know what you're trying to do.”

There's a pause while you pull back to look at him, a sheepish smile on your face.

“Is it working?”

“Hmm…”

“Simon!”

You huff, almost whiny. He relents, only a little, bouncing you on his thigh once before forcing your hips to grind down harder on him. It makes you lean into him again, he presses a soft kiss on your temple, the kind of gesture that feels almost like he's mocking you with a false sense of soothing. As if he feels bad for you—his touch gentle but somehow condescending.

“Poor thing, could've gotten it sooner if you wanted to. Closed mouths don't get fed, you know?”

He sounds amused, lips still brushing against your temple. Your mouth finds its way to his neck, he lulls his head back, giving you more access to it. It's sweet, tender, starting at his collarbone and moving up slowly until you get to the artery he made you press up against earlier. The moment your teeth press up against it, he comes undone.

“Gaggin’ for it that bad?”

The sound of his belt clicking makes you downright giddy, you lick his neck, feeling his heartbeat under your tongue.

“Mhm…”

He grabs your hand to shove it down his pants and your brain goes static for a moment.

“Had me waiting all this time, and now you want it?”

It's growled into your ear, something about the way it's almost spat out, mean—it sends jolts of electricity between your legs.

“C'mon, show me how much you missed it.”

Your face heats up at his words and he lets out an entertained huff.

“He missed you too, ya know.”

A breathless giggle escapes you when he flexes, making his dick jump in your hands. You pull him out of his pants, eyes going wide. You've felt how big he was before, but seeing it was a whole different thing. Made it all real. Something about the way his pink tip peeked out made you laugh a little, a fleeting thought of him blushing everywhere, even on his dick.

“What?”

He furrows his brows a little, curious.

The truth tumbles out of you before you can stop it. You think you've made a mistake until you see him. His face is unreadable at first, and you brace for some sharp quip or a look of annoyance.

But instead, Simon’s reaction is… different. His ears go pink first, followed by a deep flush creeping up his neck. You want to laugh again but he creeps a hand up your spine to the back of your neck, guiding you into light kisses. You still manage to slip out a few giggles in-between, a smile creeping up across his face. It's such a warm moment, you almost forget about holding him until he twitches in your hands.

“Got the prettiest laugh.”

“Is there anything that you don't think is pretty about me?”

You ask, teasing him.

“No.”

His answer is quick, unwavering, and so serious that it makes your breath catch. You search his face, expecting the usual smirk or a sly remark, but there’s nothing there but honesty. He clears his throat, the faintest flicker of vulnerability flashing in his eyes before he tries to mask it.

“Right, let's get these off.”

He guides you off him so you can stand, he shimmies your pants and underwear off. Once you kick off the fabric pooled around your feet he leans forward, breath hot on your mons.

“Missed her.”

He says so quietly, almost to himself.

“Your pretty girl?”

You run a hand over his buzz cut, and he grips the sides of your bare thighs.

“Yeah…my pretty girl.”

A wet kiss on your most sensitive spot makes your legs tense up. He traces slow, indulgent circles, like this was more for him than you. The tension in your body mounting with every flick of his tongue.

He goes on like this until your knees almost give way from a quick, hard suck. He holds you up with a strong grip under the crease of your ass.

“Think you can stand on your own for a minute, love?”

You’re far past the point of throwing a smart remark his way, your body humming with the tension he’s left simmering under your skin. Instead, you nod quickly, eagerly.

“So good for me, angel. How'd I get so lucky, hm?”

It’s less a question and more an indulgence, the kind of thing he says to soak in the moment while he shoves his pants down to his thighs. When he pulls you towards him, guiding you to settle on his lap, just brushing his tip over your slick entrance, you follow without hesitation—soft, pliant, docile.

“Such a sweet thing. Only for me, right?”

Before you get to answer, he drags your hips down, pushing himself inside you. The stretch borders on discomfort—not just because it's been a while, but because he's thicker than anyone you've ever had before.

It's all so overwhelming— his voice, his touch, his body—all glut and heavy with want. The weight of it crashes over you, leaving you dizzy, untethered. Every word he speaks seeps into your skin, warm and lingering, while his hands, firm yet reverent, treat you like something both fragile and fiercely desired.

When he slides you down more, you tense up. Thighs flexing, clenching around him. It draws a curse from him,

“Fuck…yeah, only for me.”

The moment is so much softer than you imagined it to be—aside from him trying to lick the inside of your mouth. It's coos and words of encouragement,

“Look at you, taking it like a big girl,”

“Bet you needed this as much as I did,”

Big, rough hands gliding up and down your body, squeezing gently. Slow, deep strokes sink into you until you're a shaking mess, arms wrapped around him, clinging onto him like he's your lifeline, mumbling nonsense into his neck. He's taking full advantage of the moment, of course, his voice low and dripping with amusement as he watches you come undone for him.

"Gonna be like this all the time now, pet?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Only like this for me, yeah?”

“Mhm.”

You whisper, the words spilling out as easily as your control.

“No one else gets to touch you like this, huh?”

“Uhn-uh.”

Your lips brushing against his neck, your heartbeat hammering against his chest, sweat slick against the skin.

And it goes on like this, making empty promises with the devil. Signing yourself away with no hesitation, no second thoughts. Because he kisses you so tenderly it makes you flutter everywhere. Because the way he lifts you up just to buck his hips up into you makes your brain leak out of your ears. Because here, pressed against him, drowning in his voice and touch, there's nowhere else you'd rather be.

He hits that spot that makes your nerves taught. You're a string wound up too tight, his name spilling from your mouth again and again, each time more ragged, a little more whiny and desperate, until it finally snaps. You shatter, the force knocking the air from your lungs while he throws his head back, your name leaking out like it's the only word he knows. You're overstimulated, thighs burning and shaking while he ruts into you. You're pushing him with flimsy arms, whining about how ‘it's too much’. That only seems to egg him on, though, spurring him to murmur filth between honeyed kisses,

“Gonna ruin you for anyone else,”

“Split you apart everyday and you'll fucking thank me for it, won't you?”

He doesn't even look for an answer from you, more than happy to bask in the mess he made of you. A few more strokes has him choking mid-sentence, sinking so deep inside you think he might've been serious about splitting you apart.

It's quiet for a moment, save for the heavy breaths shared between the two of you

“You with me, angel?”

He sighs, his lips press against the skin right over your heart. He lingers, sucking softly, the kind of pressure that's going to leave the skin tender for days—a reminder of him.

You nod, barely able to find your voice, but he waits-patient, his hands wrapping around yours.

"Yeah…”

You finally manage, squeezing a hand that completely engulfs yours, brushing against it with your thumb.

"Good,"

He whispers, his lips brushing against yours again.

"That's all I need.”

And in the back of your mind, as his touch lingers, there's a small fleeting thought:

Oh, you're fucked.

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[targaryenluvs]

Idk if you are taking requests currently, but if you are…

Could you write a similar fic to our little dove, where Coriolanus doesn’t kill Lucy. I would’ve loved to see more of them arguing over who gets to spend time with the reader, and all three of them spending time together.

Or maybe a different ending where Lucy takes reader to pick up katniss with her. And whilst Coriolanus is in the cabin lucy convinces reader to run away with her… but Coriolanus finds both of them and takes them to the Capitol with him.

OUR LITTLE DOVE,, ALT ENDING

pairings: dark!lucy gray x fem!reader, dark!coriolanus snow x fem!reader, coriolanus snow x lucy gray

summary: you reunite with your dear songbird after the games, but it seems the capitol has followed her home, and taken an interest in the two of you. but it seems lucy gray is willing to share you with a certain peacekeeper, even if you aren’t.

a/n: here’s for all who wanted a different ending! the full fic is here ( our little dove )this is just a detour for everyone who wasn’t happy with the ending! DONT READ IF YOU HAVENT READ THE FULL FIC!!!

the trek back to town had you dying. it usually didn’t take so long but with coriolanus’s arm practically glued to you, the sun beating down on your trio and your dress sticking to you? fainting seemed very fun right now.

the entire routine was rushed, food stashed, no goodbyes to your family nor friends, just lucy and coriolanus wanting you on the train asap. they’d sprung their plan of going back to the captiol on you quite abruptly once you reached town but at this point you had no hope in your body of escaping them. so you obliged and followed like a lost puppy.

being in the capitol was worse.

you were completely and utterly alone. coriolanus was busy running the country, lucy was always working and you always seemed to be stuck on your windowsill. staring out onto the streets as the world passed you by. stuck in a prison of marble and luxury.

at first you had to endure lucy and coriolanus’s never ending arguing, always over you. when you still had an inkling of freedom. “are you kidding me? you chose what she wore yesterday lucy. will you just back the fuck off?” lucy’s jaw was dropped open, “excuse me? she was my-” coriolanus’s head tilted back as he dragged his hands over his face, “oh my god how many times are you going to use that? who the hell got her here huh? who provides for all of us? sure as hell not you. now don’t make this any harder. she’s wearing the red dress.” you sat there the whole time, just waiting for someone to notice you.

it always led back to you. but apparently kidnapping you and uprooting your life wasn’t enough since after time the duo fed off of eachother, delusions enlarging. seemingly everyone was out to get you, be with you, but you were theirs. coriolanus wasn’t president long enough yet to go around killing people without raising suspicion and alert towards him and as much as people did respect him, he couldn’t exactly go around killing everyone who looked at you and lucy even if he wished to. so he settled for the next best thing. keeping you away from them, out of reach.

and here you ended up, alone.

you had everything you’d ever dreamed of yet it all meant nothing. you were a shell of your old self and the two of them knew it. but all they cared was that you were with them. whisperings of the president having two lovers were imminent, lucy gray the victor, and the other. the unknown. and you weren’t sure if they’d ever know you. if anyone knew who you were, what you looked like let alone your name. even the staff of your prison did what was necessary, nothing more nor less. food, water, changed bedsheets and drawn baths was all the interaction you had with people that weren’t corio nor lucy.

you wanted to die, anything was better than living the same day over and over. the little flickers of hope came in the form of broken promises whispered during the dark nights, barely heard over the heaving breaths originating from yourself and the other two. promises of people, of the sun and temporary escape from here. but you’d learnt not to believe them.

“sweetheart, it’s not good for you to sit there all day. come, eat.” coriolanus asked demanded from the doorway of your library. the book at your feet long forgotten. coriolanus led you to the dining room where lucy was already eating. “there you are baby. somethin’ wrong?” lucy’s eyebrows were creasing as she took you in, empty eyes, emotionless face, slumped shoulders. you were nothing like the girl from twelve.

y/n l/n. sweetheart to almost everyone. a smile on her face as she went about her day. opening up to people and allowing others to lean on her. making sure her friends were okay when she noticed the slightest shift in feelings. always the lover. the carer.

but the girl who stood in front of her was so different and it broke her heart.

but she knew if she wanted to repair you she’d have to let you go. and as the three of you cuddled together in bed, your soft breaths lulling coriolanus and herself to sleep, she knew it was worth it, as long as you were here.

how selfish! she thought, but at the end of the day.

you’re our little dove.

[mrs-hwangh]

a boxers heart.

chapter two

Kim Geonwoo x Fem!Reader

summary: one day was enough to change your lifes forever. Geonwoo is your best friend, you help his mother with her coffee shop and became part of a legendary trio with Geonwoo and Woojin. However.. nothing will ever be the same again after the Smile Company entered your lifes.

wc: 2,7k

an: I did not proofread this yet.. bare with me- aaaand... there's going to be some action in the next chapter ✨️

enjoy

The roads were busy, people wearing masks walked by each second as he came closer to his destination.

Opening this door.. it was the best feeling for him. Entering the place where he can work on fullfilling his dreams.

The gym.

Geonwoo mimicked the blows he'd train on as he punched against the air while he went up the stairs.

He was soon greeted by the last door that seperated him from his freedom.

However.. there was a note.

"Huh?"

Temporarily closed Due to a confirmed covid-19 patient

They had to be joking.. right??

He called his coach seconds after, hoping to get the permission to train a little bit on his free day.

'We had dinner last night with some of the other members at the gym'

'Apparently, one of them tested positive'

Geonwoo sighed.

"Oh.. do you think I should get tested too?"

'No, you're fine'

'Anyway, your match was just yesterday. Why did I hear that you're back at the gym?'

"To work out. Why else?"

His coach didn't know if he should be proud or worried at that moment.. isn't that kid.. tired?

'Geon-woo.'

'Please take a week off and rest.'

Rest? Why? Was there a need? All he knew was working hard each day to keep his disciplines up.

Why should he rest all of a sudden if he wasn't even tired?

"Rest doing what?"

His coach wished he could facepalm his student right now.

'Nothing. If you're doing something, you're not resting.'

'Just don't do anything and try to relax'

So.. no keys.. no approval of his coach.. man he really had to rest huh?

Geonwoo gave in.

"Okay"

He ended the call and was left alone standing, waiting for some miracle he knew would not happen.

The boy turned to the staircase and sat down.

He took a deep breath thinking of his options. What could he do.. wha- wait..

How didn't he think of it sooner??

"Come on pick it up already.."

The phone rang a few times until he saw the calls icon change into the timer.

"Uh.. what are you up to??"

Woojin was confused. He had the best sleep since a long time.. getting a call at this early hour confused him already.. having him check the callers ID twice before picking it up.

His eyes were closed, his phone lazily placed on his ear as he groaned.

'Sleep'

"Huh?"

'Sleeping'

Geonwoo was amazed. He didn't hear that right.. no no

"Uhh, I can't hear you"

'Sleep. Sleeping. I am sleeping'

"Well, do you want to work out?"

'No'

"Ah, but I'm bored"

Woojin could not believe his ears. Who in their right mind would wake up that early. The exact day after a win.. just to work out more??

'God, so clingy so early in the morning'

'Can't you ask y/n? I bet she'd love to wake up this early'

"She's helping my mother out.. they're at the coffee and the shift won't end until much later"

'Did you try?'

".. well no, she's busy and I didn't want to disturb her"

'Yeah I figured that much.. oh man'

Geonwoo wouldn't take a no as an answer. Who would he be if he gave up?

"Let's hang out. Hmm?"

Woojin sighed. This dude wouldn't let him rest huh..

....he gave in

'I'll send you my address. Come.'

A light chuckle escaped Geonwoo after hearing this. After all he did have company for now.

"Okay, sounds good"

They ended the call and Geonwoo stood up, leaving the heavy bag in one of the shelves before he left the building.

The door closed and he was greeted by a soft breeze of the wind. He opened his phone to enter the location but something else caught his attention.

Some older man was running down the street, yelling for help. Weird.

Just a few seconds later, another person appeared.

Someone dressed all in black chased him down.

Geonwoos instincts kicked in as he joined the chase to hopefully save the man from his attacker.

The road lead to another neighborhood but he couldn't see them anymore. Shit. Did he really lose them?

A few moments passed by as he stood there, gasping for air thanks to the sprint he did while wearing the mask.

He looked around, sharpened his senses and actually caught kn something.

A sound.

Wincing.

It was time to run once again, not long after he found the person lying down on the street, breathing heavily.

The attacker was already leaving the scene but Geonwoo wouldn't let the person get by that easily.

Their eyes met and the person started running away. Geonwoo was not losing any time, not wanting to get lost again.

He quikly checked the mans state and took off to catch the other stranger.

The chase lead him through tight alleyways, different openings of streets he never got to see until the person dissappeared between the bricks and doors.

Shit.

Shit where did they go??

He didn't stop and soon got to regret this.

A sudden pain surged from his side as the stranger attacked him from a hiding spot.

Was it.. did they.. was this electric?!

Whatever it was sent him on the floor and the stranger on top of him.

He groaned in pain and his breath was very uneven.

His eyes widened in shock as the strangers look turned from serious to disappointed when they saw him.

They took their mask off.. it was a girl?

"Who?"

....

"..huh?" "Why did you follow me? Who sent you?"

Her tone was serious and she put the electronical device dangerously close to his throat.

He was panicking, trying to get his neck as far as he could from that device.

"To help"

She pushed that thing closer.

"Help who?"

He was trying to keep his cool, not looking at the dangerous thing that was activated by now, ready to strike a very very vulnerable spot.

Closing his eyes.. starting to stutter.. this fear.. this was new to him.

"I thought that man was being chased, I didn't know what was going on"

A sudden sound caught her attention. It came from him.

Shit. It was his phone-

"What is that?"

"Was someone following you? Answer me!"

He shook his head as much as he could, facing the painful thing that awaited him.

"Show me the contact. Now."

"Okay.. okay but please-"

She came dangerously close. It came dangerously close.

"T-Take that away.. just a few inches- please"

Geonwoos voice was shaken but she listened, leaning back to give him the needed freedom.

He took his phone out, seeing the name that usually lit up his mood.. but today.. now he was worried.

"Don't wait? Turn it to me"

He hesitated but did as he was told to.

The display was facing her now and the caller indeed didn't seem like someone who'd harm people.

' y/n :) '

There was a picture of you, that smile, these eyes.

No, he was telling the truth. The girl she saw looked way to innocent to actually work for someone like him.

"God fucking damnit"

She shook her head in frustration.

"..huh?"

His eyes slightly widened at this while he noticed that you ended the call.

"That asshole is a fake.. Just butt out of things you don't know, Motherfucker"

She was pissed. Threatening him with the electro shocker and sighing once again before she stood up to leave.

Here he was, lying on the ground.. trying to calm himself from whatever happened right now.

- "Hmm.. he didn't pick it up"

You were cleaning the floor while Geonwoos mother prepared some sweets.

She asked you to call Geonwoo, wanting to know if he wanted her to prepare a special sweet for him.

"It's allright, thank you.."

.....

"So.. how was yesterday? Geonwoo told me a little about the day, but he didn't mention much because I was tired"

Her voice was filled with such kindness.. may this woman never have to suffer again..

"Hmm.. where do I even start.."

You recalled every memory you had from yesterday. From hearing Woojins voice at the call to walking back from the delicious food.

"He introduced me to Hong Woojin.. the one he fought against during the finals. Then.. well no no first I called him and then I heard the other guys voice. It was funny because he was mocking Geonwoo for not answering his question."

His mother smiled softly upon hearing this.

"Which question?"

"The first thing he asked was who he was talking to.. but he kind of ignored it. Shortly after he asked him if he was talking to a girl.. well, he obviously did and then he started saying something about Geonwoo smiling but that was the moment when Geonwoo turned to call off"

She was amused by her sons reaction.

"He also cursed at the guy.. first time I heard him say 'Damnit'.. like genuinely"

You tried to copy his voice during that moment, failing miserably which made his mother errupt into a heartfilled laughter.

"Cursing? Geonwoo? That was unexpected huh"

His mother went on listening to your yapping. You might have not realized it yet.. but she certainly understood what was happening to her son right now, and she was glad that he had you hy his side to support him.

"We should go there together some day, it's really fun"

"I'm pretty sure of that... now.. should we spoil ourselves with some sweets to kill the time?"

Sweets? Made by her godly hands? Oh yes.

You two sat down on one of the seats and enjoyed the lunch break together... ohh how you loved this place.

-

The sun was starting to set as Geonwok and Woojin sat on the rooftop.

They prepared something warm to eat, talking about different topics such as their favourite boxers.

"I do want to get money though, this is part of why I box"

Geonwoo and he compared their idols until they came to the conclusion that both of them had a different point of view.

Woojin though took Geonwoos words in.

"A boxers heart.. this.. this is important to me"

How was he this wise but still younger then him??

".. yeah.. you're right"

The noon went by as they continued their chatter.. they changed the topic.

Well.. Woojin did.

"The girl from yesterday.. who is she?"

Geonwoo was caught off guard, did he forget?

"You mean y/n? Didn't you just talk to her yesterday?"

Ohhh this dude was so oblivious..

"No.. I meant who is she, someone special to you?"

He smirked because he saw his friend slowly getting flustered.

"Oh man I knew that something was going on from the moment she called you"

"Oh shut up-"

"Bro you were smiling wiiiide, tell me! Is she your gi-"

"As I said, she's helping my mother out. This is how I came to know her"

Woojin did not believe anything of this though.

"Yeah yeah, oh man you're helpless aren't you?"

Geonwoo let out a chuckle and punched him lightly on the shoulder.

"Don't get me wrong, she is special.. but don't you dare say anything in front of her"

"No sir!"

Was he for real? A salute?

"You're going to be the end of me"

"Yes sir!"

-

The suns light gave in to the night.

A familiair darkness filled the streets and you and Geonwoos mother knew that the time had come.

Another day has come to it's end.

"The shift is over. Will you wait with me until Geonwoo returns?"

"Of course"

You too stood behind the counter and missed the black cars which drove up to the entrance.

The wooden door creaked as a man stepped in. Someone you didn't recognize.. but judging by the woman's reaction next to you, she did.

"Oh.. hello! Good evening"

The mans walk was slow but powerful. He was dressed in a black suit, elegant glasses reflecting the lights shine.

His look seemed annoyed, angry even.

"Why didn't you keep your promise?"

Your gaze shifted to her, a confused look spread across all over her face.

"..what?"

"You agreed to an extension fee"

"In exchange for an lowered interest rate"

"uh... what..?"

"But you needed to pay that extension fee which is 10% of the principal"

He walked closer, a few steps being already to many for your comfort.

"withing 24 hours of signing"

"It says on the contract, but because you failed to do so, your extension has accured to 40 million in interest."

His demeanor changed, the serious look turned into a manic one, wide eyes and a voice getting louder with each sentence.

"Not to mention your credit score has dropped so your interest rate has gone up to 20%" He chuckled.

"We really... started with the purest of intentions.."

He laughed.

"You ruined everything, damnit!"

His sudden yelling scared her and snapped you out of your thoughts.

You didn't know what he was talking about but judging by Geonwoos mothers face, the growing unease in you stomach and that guys appearance all together, he had to leave. Now.

"I'm sorry sir, but you have to leave now, I think there's a big missun-"

"Don't you dare to interfere!"

He snapped at you, pointing his finger towards your face and making a face you'd surely see in your nightmares.

This silenced you, but you still stepped closer to your best friends mother, shilding her from him.

"What are you going to do now? Do you have that kind of money?"

She looked at you, then at him.

"I.. I will call the police"

"Police?'"

He was unfazed.

"Yeah"

Silence.

Nor did he say or do anything.

Just standing there, staring at both of your faces until he took one.. then two.. and then many steps back to leave the shop.

Both of you left a breath you didn't know you were holding once you heared the door close.

"What the hell was this.."

She didn't answer you, instead calling her son.

"Oh my God.. oh my God..."

You saw the man standing outside the door, staring at you.. which made you panic a bit.

'Hey mom?'

She was relieved upon hearing his voice.

"Hey son, where are you?"

' I'm almost there'

"Okay, I'm at the store, with y/n"

His face lit up when she mentioned your name.. but not for long.

You.. You saw more of them getting grouped infront of the door.

"A bunch of strange people came over.." 

'Strange people? Who?'

"They're still here"

She wanted to tell him more but one of them suddenly threw a stone against the glas, shattering it completely.

You two flinched and shrieked from the sudden noise, shielding yourselves from what was happening.

'Mom? Y/N?  What's going on??'

All he could hear were your fear filled screams and the loud noise of glass being shattered, wood hitting the floor and people destroying the place his mother established with so much love.

Neither her or you could continue the call, the danger was way to high and your priority was to keep each other safe.

The counter..  the only thing shielding you two from the group of the men.

Wincing and flinching at every sound and glass dropping right next to you, a nearing shadow caught your attention.

Two men forcefully pulled you up, restraining you from moving.

You saw them going to get Geonwoos mother next.. she was shivering in fear..

"Don't you dare touch her! What the hell do you think you're doing in here anyway?!"

The guy holding you pushed you harshly to the wall and slapped you across your face.

A stinging pain filled your senses as you heared the muffled screams of the frightened woman you wanted to protect.

-

Unbeknownst to you.. the call didn't end when you both fell down.

Geonwoo could hear everything.

He was already sprinting, a rage burning deep within him against whoever attacked his special people.

But when he heard your voice? Wanting to protect his mother?

He got goosebumps.. not the good ones.. the ones you get when you're awaiting something bad.

Which happened.. he heard the sound of the slap. The scream of his mother as soon as she saw them hurt you.

He was furious. And one thing was sure. Whoever dared to lay his hand on you two would end up in the hospital today.

-

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[iwriteiguessandiloveit]

THE LONG AWAITED 'PART 2'

HERE WE GO GUYS

BJ's gift (part 2)

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BAM! You hit the ground hard, scratchy plastic grass stuck into your palms and you looked around, getting your bearings. You knew you were in the model, you expected it but everytime it was still a shock. 

Two arms grabbed you from behind, pulling you to your feet. 

“Hey, Babes. Welcome back to my home away from the Netherworld.” The specter grinned at you, throwing his arms up and spinning in a circle. “But not anymore, no, because I've got free reign over where I go now, thanks to you, Doll.” He was talking frantically, leaning in uncomfortably close. 

You stepped back a bit, a small flush across your face. “Yeah, um, you’re welcome. Have fun. Now, you-you said something about a gift?” You raised your eyebrows and put your hands on your hips, determined to either find out what it was or call his bluff. 

“Rightrightright-A deals a deal.” His already wide grin stretched even farther, baring all his sharp, yellow teeth. “Here it is.” 

He pulled you close to him and dipped you, causing a startled “-aoh-” to escape from you-

And then he kissed you.

His long fingers gripped your head and tilted it back, the other hand around your waist pulling you closer. His damaged lips met yours, The stubble from his scraggly beard tickled your cheeks.

 A gargled noise bubbled up in the back of your throat, turning into a low moan. The smell of moss and earth and faint cigarette smoke emanating from him, why on earth didn't you hate it? 

Your hands were on his chest, able to push away at any second; But like they had a life of their own, they stayed where they were. 

Despite your better judgment, you closed your eyes and leaned into him, feeling what you assumed was his tongue pushing past your lips and entering your mouth. another hand sprouted from his side and ran its fingers through your hair, tugging on occasion. 

Your heart was beating faster-this wasn't so bad maybe-just this once-how long had it been since you’d kissed someone-

He pulled his head away.

Stunned into forgetting all the things you were gonna yell at him, you just stared as he raised his eyebrows and ran his fingers through his hair with a goofy grin on his pale face. 

“That’d be enough to stop the old ticker-, y’know, if it was still beatin’. He pounded his chest and coughed for emphasis. A giggle bubbled up and spilled out of your mouth, a hot flush creeping over your face and neck. The strong taste of earth and smoke was still in your mouth, making it hard to think. 

He leaned on the plastic mailbox with a triumphant smile. “Tongue-tied, huh? I tend to have that effect on women.”

 “Yeah, c-cause your smell blocks t-their airways.” It was a weak jab, but the only thing you could think of right then. Your mind was still on his hand around your waist, his lips on yours, and there were a thousand other places you wanted those long fingers besides just in your hair-oh god no we’re not going there. 

He slung an arm around your shoulders, making you flinch. ‘There we go, back to your old self. Now, I'll be around, but I'm gonna get my stuff from the Netherworld and stick it into those poor soul’s faces that I get'ta go back and they don’t. See ya real soon, Babes.”

He winked, snapped his fingers, and ‘poof’! He was gone. 

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-Rea

[grlzluvmyswag]

"Oh, my god, come on." You stand before him in the staff lounge, gritting your teeth and making a mental note to wipe that shit-faced grin right off that pretty-boy face of his soon. You irritably grab two fistfuls of your uniform shirt, as well as the lacy bra beneath it, and yank them both upwards so that they’re bunched up above your bared tits. For him, this should be adequate. It was adequate the last time, right? Men love boobs, surely he’ll just appreciate the gesture and give you what you need…? You almost groan in exasperation at his unpredictable nature and the apprehension it brings along with it. The man slinks back into the most ridiculously expensive chair you've witnessed the like of with a lazy sigh, proactively making you wish you could dropkick his lanky frame to the cold, hard floor.

"Ehhh..." Gojo taps his chin with a slender finger, giving the impression that he is "thinking about it", albeit in the most unconvincing way possible while making a face at the sight of his student in the same scenario she was in the previous week. At once, an apparently innocent smile brightens up his face, and those keen eyes peer up into yours as though you happened to be having a normal discussion. "Yeah, no, not good enough for me."

"Huh…!?" is what you yell in reply to his selfish conclusion. Naturally, you could've called that response, but that doesn't make it piss you off any less! Please, who does this cocky bastard think he is? Given the taboo element of your budding relationship, he should consider himself so lucky to be seeing your tits for the second occasion in a row.

Gojo, who was hoping for that exact reaction, grins more enthusiastically than ever. He shifts back in his chair, sets his polished boots on the desk in front of him, and interlaces his fingers behind his head. He looks a little too proud for your liking, you think to yourself with a scowl.

"I said... not good enough." He shrugs his shoulders, making fun of his agitated student and all that she's trying to do in order to acquire additional training sessions with him. His claims are contradicted by that dumb smile of his, but he'll keep this up just a while longer for the hell of it. Maybe he can get more than he originally bargained for?

"Why." you promptly ask, planting your fists firmly on your hips as you continue the heated interaction, playing right into his game. Gojo is determined to have you as on-edge as possible, and it's evident in his sparkling blue gaze.

"Why is this not good enough?"

"Yeah, why."

"You're asking me for more one on one training. You know that's gonna eat into my personal life, right?"

You sigh frustratedly at the way he forever finds a way and a will to skirt around the answer you expect from him, palms slamming upon the polished surface of his desk in a futile attempt to intimidate the man. Your movement is carried with such ferocity, yet all it accomplishes is to lure the idiot’s interest back to those exposed tits. They sway and jiggle a small distance from Gojo's face, and he finds himself beyond turned on. Enough that even his leg is beginning to bounce as a way to cope with the overwhelming urges he's suppressing inside.

"Can you ju-" you cut yourself off suddenly, frozen as ice once you register the sensation of your tender nipple being delicately rolled between his knuckles at the same time his other big, veiny hand squeezes at your chest. You swiftly shift forth for him in search of more touch even when your body's instinctual need to jolt away from the stimulation is activated. "Huh, w-wait..." before you can stop it, a soft whimper manages to escape you, and this automatically motivates the teacher to insist on continuing with an air of smugness up until you fiercely slap his hand away.

The sorcerer chuckles breathily at your harsh behaviour while he tilts his head. And to really gain your sympathy, he shamelessly adjusts and briefly strokes the throbbing bulge in his slacks, because look at him... he's already painfully hard at the sight of your perfect tits! You just have to let him get his way after what you've done to him!

"Oh dear, just drop that god-awful attitude already, would you? What I'm sayin'... is while the sight is good, more would be good enough."

"...What are you playing at, Satoru Gojo?" Your tone is cautious, slightly breathless as you gather yourself. It's only a question of making sure. You know he loves to take every advantage he can just to get under your skin. He’s already had the pleasure of fondling you just then, so maybe it’s only acceptable for him to want more from you. That’s what he wants you to think, anyways. The man huffs impatiently, crossing those long, lean arms of his.

"Tch. Come onnnnnn. Do I seriously have to spell it out for you?" He groans like an impatient child, a slight pout contorting his lips. "I want you to let me suck on your tits. Play with 'em."

Yep, there it is. Ever so determined to cross the line, isn’t he?

"…you’re kidding." You blink at the man. Once, twice. 

Gojo is bewildered. No, he's not kidding at all! If he didn't intend to act on  it, why would he state something so obscene? You look at him as though he were known for abusing your feelings or something... it’s almost hurtful!

"No, I’m not." He expresses his annoyance with an exaggerated sigh, running his fingers through locks of snow white, pushing back the strands that messily rest over the frames of his shades.

Oh, wow. He’s truly not kidding. What is this… self-entitled, utterly infuriatingly handsome man’s issue?! He must really enjoy the thrill of greedily sinking his teeth into more than he should chew, mustn’t he? And he’s just so shamelessly rude about it! Yet somehow that’s barely enough to keep you from actually, actually, considering the price he wants you to pay. What really gets you thinking about it is a quick peer at the teacher's (effortlessly aggravating) mouth. You have to admit that with those perfectly pink lips sucking, kissing and everything in between, your view could certainly gain just that little bit more oomph. And oh, you can only imagine how absolutely delectable that silver tongue of his would feel, lapping at your hard nipples till you feel weak. On top of that, the task ought to shut him up for a moment or so! A highly appealing aspect indeed.

But damn it all! If what you were doing were to be discovered by an unsuspecting member of staff or a fellow student who hadn't left yet, what in all hell would you do? Really, what would you say? "Sorry, I was just letting Gojo-sensei here suck on my tits so he'd continue to supply me with the additional training I need"? God, no! You're practically gasping for air at the mere notion of something so probable occurring, however you're struggling to determine if this is due to that sinking sensation of dread or… arousal.

"Thirty seconds." you place a time limit in a stern tone of voice, not wanting to allow the smug bastard to think he has the upper hand in this little negotiation.

"A minute." Gojo counters almost immediately, a challenging smirk curving the edges of his mouth much to your displeasure. It’s only natural for him to push the limit, after all, so how could you snap at him over something of such common knowledge. It’s not like you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into here, is what he’s thinking.

"Thirty. Seconds." Yes, that’s right. Stand your ground, you! Show him who’s boss right here and now—

"Minute and thirty seconds."

"Deal."

He could have been so considerate as to try concealing the certainly antagonising snicker behind a hand, or at least disguising it with a little cough! But not even the most meager attempt!  Without so much as a small slant of his head to keep you from catching it, it simply slips by those sparkling pearly-whites. He knew you would cave eventually, but this quickly? Brilliant, really. No, truly! Brilliant. Ugh, and if you had thought ‘that ego couldn’t possibly get any more obnoxiously huge!’, it’s very well proven by that fucking smile that yes, yes it can get any more obnoxiously huge. Of course, the man can’t help but smirk at the dirty scowl on your face as you simmer, taking off his shades to get a better look.

I am your most strongest, most incredibly attractive downfall, sweetie. Those are the words that his sultry gaze conveys as he beckons you closer, firm thighs spread out on that damned rich-prick-vibe chair to accommodate your body between them. Having forgotten that your chest was bared free, you’re abruptly reminded once his open-mouthed breaths lightly fan over the soft and sensitive skin, not failing to direct your attention to his actions. Shit, the view’s pretty. It’s all so very pretty. Bright blue eyes peering up at you, sparkling and enthralling enough to the point where you study them too intently and catch your own reflection. Rosy, full lips that fluidly mould against the shape of your breast, planting slow kisses with his cupid’s bow prominent and glistening with a thin sheen of saliva. Stray locks of pure white that fall across his forehead, the ends getting caught on the tips of his long lashes when he blinks up at you. Flawless, yet such an entitled asshole.

With minimal thought, you carefully brush the flyaways from his face, carding your fingertips through the perfect mess that is his hair. It's so soft — soft enough that it could be mistaken for the feathers of an angel's wings.

"Mmph, fffuck… again." the sorcerer groans lowly against your dampened flesh, dancing his eager tongue around your areola and barely making contact with the stiffened bud at the centre, just enough to have your breath hitching. The heaviness of his palms caressing your waist is fucking dangerous, something you feel you could get addicted to very easily. Could? Will.

"For god’s sakes…" with a deep sigh and a roll of your eyes, you let him feel your nails grazing his head once again and gently tug on a loose fistful of hair, earning a genuine moan sent straight from the back of his throat. Oh, the noises he makes are downright delicious, you could just… "Ooph-…!"

Gojo swiftly pins you between the staff room’s large desk and himself, carefully bending you backwards until your head could rest on the surface if it wanted. The teacher’s deft hands leave no distance when it comes to your bare skin, greedily rubbing up and down over your ribs and stomach like nobody’s business. He’s thriving for the overwhelmed yet delightfully pleasured expression on your sweet face, chuckling to himself before happily leaning over and wrapping his warm lips around your nipple to suck on it.

"Uh, mnn..." you moan quietly within the otherwise empty lounge, nails instinctively sinking into the nape of his neck as his tongue swirls around your sensitive bud. He’s super into it now, teeth grazing and suction differing, so many techniques directed at one area until he decides to switch to your other nipple, only to mess around with your fleeting reactions. Every nibble, every hot caress of that silver tongue has you reeling. Even your toes curl at the sensations he brings you, causing you to feel more than ashamed of yourself for genuinely enjoying Satoru fucking Gojo.

He’s hovering you above the desk, marked papers, stationery, folders and god knows what else being knocked off by the force of his passionate movements. A string of little gasps, oh’s and ah’s escape your mouth, twitching and jolting in a pair of strong arms in response to his advances. It’s so sexy, the manner in which he goes about handling your body. Rough but not too rough, quick but not too quick for you still find yourself yearning for much more of him than you would ever like to admit. Realising you’re about to start thinking of him in a different light, you forcefully lay a hand on his chest and attempt to push him off. You’re way too paranoid about being caught right now, you lie to yourself for an easier, less aggravating excuse despite having just remembered where you were only a few seconds ago. Damn it, he’s too good and it’s tempting your inhibitions to jump out the window.

"Hold on, hold on-" the man murmurs in a concentrated state as his teeth are almost taken away from your sweet flesh, chest pressing against your hand in order to get closer again since he’s clearly not done the time. Actually, Gojo’s almost a little offended that you think he’d miss the chance to get the last few seconds in on such a perfect pair of tits.

"Hey, what the hell!" a vexed whisper leaves you when he doesn’t comply, kicking your legs in the air in a half-assed attempt to strike him.

"Four… mmff, three." he counts down the remaining seconds out loud and pays no mind to your thrashing, desperate flicks of his tongue and short, gruff moans occasionally interrupting the sequence of numbers, "Fu- two… mmnnn one."

Finally, he stops sucking. However, his warm mouth trails up to your neck as you reluctantly hold your shirt and bra as high as they can go for his access, and its only after the last couple of open-mouthed kisses that he allows his slicked lips to detach from your body. Gojo can feel his pulsing cock trying its very best to escape the irritating confines of his clothes now, pushing and jumping against the fabric as he effortlessly continues to hold you, a sign that he needs to leave before he lets himself get too carried away.

"Minute and a half, bam."

"A minute and thirty-seven seconds…" is what you retort snappily in return, glaring at that dumb smile he’s sending your way.

"Training on Monday." The man purrs in your ear before carelessly dropping you against the desk, humming obnoxiously as he strides out into the hallway on those string bean legs you’d love to kick in as of right now.

"Ugh!" you grunt loudly when your head bumps upon the hard surface, immediately scrambling to sprint to the doorway with a hand rubbing the bruise that’s definitely forming as you shout, "Prick!"

"…You say somethin’?"

[raineandsky]

#108

The girl in the closet entrance throws the pair inside a smirk. “This should be good—I’ve seen you guys staring at each other all night.” She raises her eyebrows at the villain. “Tell me all about it afterwards, yeah?” It’s a whisper, but she’s too drunk for it to actually be quiet. The hero pulls a face across from the villain.

And with that she slams the door with finality, throwing the tiny closet into shadow. The villain can barely see in here; she can just about make out the hero shuffling awkwardly opposite her.

She waits until she hears the bedroom door shut to ask the question that’s been rolling around her mind since she first spotted the hero downing shots several hours ago. “What the hell are you doing at a civilian party?”

“Some of the other heroes wanted some attention and dragged me along.” The villain can imagine the hero squinting at her suspiciously. “And what’re you doing at a civilian party?”

“Friends of friends. I actually have a life outside my work, unlike you.”

The hero scoffs dramatically and falls right into the villain trap. “I have a life outside of work, thank you.”

“Like what?”

“This,” comes out of the hero’s mouth a little too fast.

The villain laughs shortly in the way she knows pisses the hero off. “This one party consists of your entire social life?”

“No, that’s not—” She stops when the villain snorts amusedly. “You’re doing this on purpose, you asshole.”

“So what if I am?” The villain’s smile is loud in her voice. “What you gonna do about it? You gonna try and kick my ass in this tiny cupboard?”

There's a moment of silence where the hero seems to be weighing up her chances at the prospect. Then she clearly comes to the decision she’d win, because she lurches up from the wall to throw herself at the villain.

It catches the villain a little off guard, honestly—she wasn’t expecting her to actually do it. The hero shoves her back into the opposite wall, her hands balling in the front of her shirt. “What if I do?” she snarls.

Oh god, oh fuck, the villain’s had way too many drinks to be dealing with this. She leaps on the first survival instinct she can get a hold of.

“Then I think we’re in for a very passionate night.”

Fuck. Wrong instinct. The hero lets out some short breath of disbelief.

“I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” She pushes the villain down, settling her weight on her to pin her to the closet floor. “Bet you love the idea of seducing the enemy into submission, huh?”

Words are not exactly running through the villain’s mind right now. The hero’s hands are warm where they’re brushing against the skin of the villain's neck, her face much too close.

The hero doesn’t seem to mind the lack of reply; she’s more than content to continue into the villain’s silence. “Let me show you why that wouldn’t work, [Villain].”

The hero leans down before the villain can even process what she’s said, pulling her in by the collar slightly to push their lips together. It’s boring, it’s painfully chaste, and fuck, the villain’s hands are on the hero’s face. How did they get there? What is she doing?

The hero pulls back with a ghost of a smirk. “And I’m no more inclined to turn to evil,” she says softly.

Fucking hell, the villain might be in love. Or drunk. It’s very hard to tell at this point.

“That’s a shame,” the villain says weakly. She misses her own drunken confidence from two minutes ago. “We’re just going back to whooping ass, are we?”

“The moment I sober up I’m arresting you,” the hero says matter-of-factly.

The closet door sweeps open, and the hero pushes herself away so hard the villain somehow meets the ground harder than the first time. The hero’s bolt upright by the time their captor’s peering in, and the villain’s still winded on the floor.

“Hm,” the girl says approvingly. “Do we want me to… come back later?”

“No,” the hero and the villain say in unison.

The hero escapes the closet first, and she doesn’t hang around to watch as the girl hauls the villain to their feet. “So?” she asks pointedly.

The villain’s aware that she's a little breathless. Dishevelled would be a nice way to describe her right now.

“Yeah,” is all she can be bothered to give the girl. “Good.”

The villain makes her own break before she can see the girl's reaction. She doesn't need to, certainly doesn't want to.

Fuck, she needs a glass of water. 

[aliypop]

For The Heart

Word Count: 959

Writers Note: I've no idea what to write so I thought why not this! Also, I think it's time I jump on the 70s E train! Sorry it's short!

Warning: Fluffy SMUT

Pairing: POC OC x Elvis

Plot: After an intense night of shows for Cecelia and Elvis the two only have one thing on their minds

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Las Vegas 1970

"Alright Nat, Alright Jerry... See you two tomorrow," Elvis smiled, walking into his hotel room. His knees nearly gave out from all his dancing. It was his most intense show yet, but he was ready to celebrate, "Alright, Midge, Cheryl, same time tomorrow!" Cecelia smiled as she walked in and closed the door behind her, her eyes barely staying open, "Hey baby," Elvis smirked, pulling into him as he kissed her forehead, "Hey sugar..." She blushed at him as she looked at his messy hair and felt the remaining sweat on his skin, "Had a good show?" they asked each other, 

"A fan threw her necklace at me." Elvis smiled, "What about you?"

"Panties, men's underwear, and a bra?" Cecelia laughed as Elvis chuckled, "Some crowd," He joked as he unzipped her dress, his lips on the nape of her neck as she moaned, "Elvis, we're both sweaty..." She groaned,

"Adds more flavor." He kissed her cheek as she felt her dress fall to her knees, 

"Besides, we should be celebrating tonight..." 

"Sure, if you can keep your eyes open, Mr. Presley..." She joked as she lightly pushed him towards the bathtub. "Wait for me?"

"I make no promises!" She joked as she threw her bra, Elvis catching it as he winked, 

"I'm keepin this."

"ELVIS!" She laughed, buttoning up his silk pajama top. It was one of those nights where she didn't feel like putting her nighty on. Laying on the bed, Cecelia watched TV as she kept nodding off and waking up. It was as if the adrenaline from the show was keeping her up,

 "El, you okay in there?"

"Yeah, what's wrong, honey?"

"Adrenaline rush..." She playfully sighed, 

"You too, huh?" He chuckled, drying off as Cecelia handed him his pants, "See, you took the top." she shrugged, patting a spot next to her. Elvis was lying on her chest as her hands tangled into his hair, 

"What day are you going to see my show?" Elvis asked,

"I wanted to surprise you..." She sighed,

"Well, then I'll surprise you too." He kissed her wrist as she giggled,

 "El..."

"Hmm..."

"you ever wonder if there's life on Mars?"

"Cece?"

"Hmm..."

"Go to bed." He laughed,

"But I can't," she rolled over as her top road up, showing off her silk panties, his bottom lip under his teeth as he swatted at her ass, "El!" she blushed as he pulled her onto him, "Yes, honey?" He pretended to be clueless as Cecelia playfully swatted at him, 

"You think sex might..."

"It's the answer to everything." He winked as he kissed her with a firey, passionate frenzy. Her eyes closed as she gave him the same intense kiss back. His hand was massaging her breast as the other was on her thigh, 

"Still wanna celebrate?" Cecelia smirked,

"Do you have to ask?" He winked as she blushed, "Not really," She chuckled as Elvis trailed kisses down her neck, another moan leaving her sweet lips as he shuttered,

 "You know something..." 

"Hmm..."

"Every time I make love to ya. I feel like I'm young again,"

"Oh, Elvis..." She blushed, "You mean it?"

"Would I lie to you..."

Well... Oh!" She gasped as she felt his fingers plunge into her soaking wet cavern, small mewls and sighs escaping her. Sliding in and out between her thighs, Elvis had stopped, leaving her lips lonely as he then crawled between her legs,

 "Baby, you don't have to ah~ Oh~ God~" She began to drift off in between her moans as she felt him sucking on her clit. 

"Honey..." 

"Hmm?"

"Is my eatin putting you to sleep?"

"No, you've just got a soothing tongue is all," She giggled as Elvis smirked, "First I've heard that," He laughed kissing her inner thigh, "Should I keep going?" 

"Please..." She yawned as Elvis was wired for sound, taking his pants off and pulling himself out, he slid himself inside as his wife looked at him with a tired sexy haze,

 "Ready..."

"Ready." Thrusting his hips into her, Elvis could hear her soft moans, sweet and gentle, just like his thrust, "More..." she had begun to moan as Elvis was revved up like an animal in heat, "Like that baby..." He kissed her face, "Mhmm..." Picking up his pace he began to hear a sound he hadn't recognized from his wife before, her eyes were closed, and her stomach going up and down, she was asleep, and here he was buried deep inside his wife, pulling out Elvis went to the bathroom to finish off and clean up as he heard her whimper, 

"Yes, baby?"

"Come back..." She murmured, as Elvis held her close, the TV playing in the background. His fingers in her curls as she mumbled, 

"Love you~"

"Love you too..."

*Bonus* 

7 am

The birds began to chirp outside as the TV rushed back on with news about the Presleys in Vegas, but wired for sound was Cece who was kissing Elvis's kneck,

 "Baby... You up..."

"Hmm..." 

"Thought we could have round 2..." She said in his ear as he grumbled a bit from lack of sleep, "Baby we didn't even get to round one last night..." He flopped back into the pillow, 

"We didn't?"

"You fell asleep as soon as I got inside," He laughed as she blushed, "I did..." He nodded his head, Elvis wasn't much of a morning person due to his bad insomnia, but that would soon change, "Well, baby I'm gonna go back to-" Elvis felt something wet as he heard slurping noises his blood rushing through his veins as he jolted up, "Who's sleepin now..." Cecelia smirked looking up at him from under the covers. 

"Neither of us if you keep doing that..." He blushed,

[skylarstark4826]

warmth burns against pavitr's skin as he pants, running through the dark streets of mumbai, the sun beating against the bright colors of his suit as his hand grips his side. dark crimson blood bleeds through the brightly colored suit as he pants heavily, swinging through the city. he can feel the blood sticking to his body and he can't possibly imagine the pain of ripping the fabric apart from his raw skin. 

he can't handle any of this pain with the burning on his skin, the stinging of the blood against his own skin, the sounds of the bustling city, the wind blowing past him as he runs and swings away from danger. a whimper escapes pavitr's mouth as he limps to one of the many alleyways in the huge city that he called home. 

pavitr drops his exhausted body to the ground beneath him as he clutches at his wound, his hand stained with his deep red crimson blood. his breath hitches as the liquid drips off of his fingers, bleeding onto his suit. he feels like he can't breathe. 

his breath is shaky every time he inhales air, his ribs are sore and the skin above is probably littered with forming bruises. pavitr can't focus on anything but the burning of his skin as he tries to focus on anything else that would make his pain lessen but he can't– it's too much. 

he tries to think about how quickly he could get home from here without collapsing but that'd be impossible. he can barely stand without getting dizzy, let alone swing across the city. he doesn't even want to attempt it in the case that he gets attacked again or he just straight up collapses. he can't do anything except sit in silence and wait for himself to somehow limp himself over to his house that's on the other side of the city or just die. 

pavitr rests his head against the graffiti filled brick wall against him as he sighs, his body hurts. he feels a stinging pain everywhere he can feel. he's scared he might die, he's horrified at the fact. he hasn't done anything in his life– he hasn't graduated school, he hasn't told gayatri he loves her. he pauses as cold travels through his body– oh my god, gayatri. 

if he died, what would they tell her? that he just randomly bled out one day? or that he was spiderman and risked his life? she probably wouldn't believe them– she'd probably laugh at the news. she wouldn't believe anyone about that, he was doing just fine hiding it.

glass crunches closely in the distance, the clinking of the glass shards against the concrete. pavitr tenses up as he clutches his abdomen, trying not to groan in pain as he attempts to stay quiet. 

"pavitr?" a familiar soft, lively voice calls out for him. 

pavitr pauses in confusion– why was she here? how did she know he was even here? pavitr had so many questions but it's not like he could possibly ask them without explaining why he had on a spiderman suit and why he was nearly bleeding to what he assumed was his death.

he hears her shoes moving and soon she pops her head into the alleyway. 

"oh, there you are." she says and pavitr freezes in his spot, he feels like he can't possibly move at this moment. 

"huh?" pavitr asks as she walks closer to him, he wants to tell her to leave, to go– anything. she can't know. she can't. but a part of him wants her to stay and hold him closer than ever before. 

"i got worried about you." she says as she crouches in front of him, "you were fighting so well, pavitr." she chuckles softly as she ruffles his hair.

"i don't–" pavitr coughs as gayatri still stares at him as if he had hung all the stars in the sky, "who?"

gayatri stares blankly as pavitr pretends not to know that spiderman was himself. 

"i'm not stupid, i know you." 

pavitr nods slowly as she smiles at him and he knows she has won already. 

"do you, though?" pavitr asks and she rolls her eyes as she groans then she grins widely as she glances out of the alleyway before looking back at pavitr. 

"you don't." pavitr affirms her.

"really?" she lifts a brow, "let me see you then. without the mask, obviously."

pavitr hisses and he shakes his head, "defeats the whole purpose of the mask, you know?"

"i just need to confirm something, please." she says and pavitr can't help it. he knows that he has the mask for a reason and he can't have anyone knowing it's him but gayatri has him wrapped around her finger and he can't really resist her anymore. 

"i–" he stutters, unsure of what to even say, "i can't." 

"okay." she speaks softly before she eyes the wound on his abdomen, "let me see that."

pavitr can't resist her as she presses down on the wound with light touches and yet he's still hissing and flinching from the pain. gayatri looks up at him with her round eyes that remind pavitr of everything good in the world but he can't really say that, can he? 

"thank you." he says as she rolls down his suit to see a mess of his bloody injured torso. he watches her face, expecting her to tense up or even run away in disgust– but she doesn't. all gayatri does is stare at it as she examines it without ever touching it. her eyes are focused as she squints and stares at his bruised and bloody torso covered with his own and other dark crimson blood, but mostly his own. 

she purses her lips as she moves to roll the sleeves up on her blouse and pavitr freezes, "what are you doing?" 

gayatri furrows her brows, "helping you…?" she's clearly confused as she brushes his concern off.

"i don't want you to stain your clothes." pavitr says quietly. he thanks god that he still had the mask on because if he didn't gayatri would surely see him flushing so badly that his skin was practically painted pink.

"oh, how romantic." gayatri cooes and pavitr swears he can see her blush for a solid second before she continues, "well, i own a washing machine thankfully so i don't have to worry about that!" 

"right." pavitr nods, "of course." 

gayatri pulls something out of her purse that he had not even noticed she had with her. she purses her lips as her eyes trail over his scarred torso, his torso littered with small scars, yellowing bruises and two large scars underneath his pecs, those were definitely not from battle, she knows that. 

gayatri pulls out small wipes from her purse and pavitr doesn't even know why he tries to rationalize what she has or doesn't have in her bag at this point. her fingertips are pressing down around the wound, wiping off the excess blood of the wound as he hisses softly in pain, his eyebrows are eyes scrunching up at the pain. 

"sorry." she mumbles as she swipes the blood off of his skin. pavitr nods and mumbles something about it being okay even though deep in his heart it really wasn't because it hurt like hell. 

"i'm going to clean the actual wound now, okay? it's gonna hurt more now but i'll be here, okay?" she affirms pavitr who simply nods. he's already in pain so he can't possibly imagine how much worse it could possibly get. 

he watches as she pulls q-tips out of her bag and some sort of ointment for him. pavitr glances at it nervously and he watches as she looks up at him with her round brown eyes. 

"just breathe." she says as she demonstrates, breathing in and out slowly as pavitr shakily nods. 

pavitr is not excited as he watches her swipe the tip of the q-tip against the tube of ointment. she breathes slowly as she inches near pavitr's wound and as soon as he sees her breathe slowly in, he can feel the searing burning pain in his side. 

"shit!" pavitr whines as he grips on to gayatri's bicep, "gayatri, i can't do this. it hurts." 

he can only feel the searing pain in his side as she swipes at the wound. he can feel her pause before she speaks once more, "pavitr?"

he gasps out, "what?" 

"i never told you my name." she says and he swears he can hear a smirk on her lips, knowing she's caught him. 

"fuck!" he shouts both in pain and the fact that he accidentally just revealed himself without meaning to. the pain stops as she removes the q-tip from his body and tosses it into a nearby trashcan. 

pavitr peels off the mask as he watches gayatri grin, not in shock but from the pure fact that she was right. 

"how long have you known?" pavitr asks as she unravels the gauze in her bag. how big was her bag anyways? 

she shrugs, "a year, i think?" 

"that's the exact amount of time i've been spiderman." pavitr sighs as she leans over to wrap the gauze around his waist. 

gayatri shrugs, "you were never that good at lying, you know."

"that's not true." pavitr says and all she can do is lift a brow. 

"oh, it most certainly is." she grins as pavitr gasps in shock. he can't believe her, he's the best liar he knows. 

gayatri purses her lips, "it was kind of obvious without you even lying, though. i would see you with bruises and marks and it'd worry me until i realized that he has the same injuries that spiderman does so…" 

"okay that's just an insane reach now." pavitr laughs as she chuckles as well, tucking in the gauze and cutting off the excess. 

she nods as she leans against the wall beside him. it's silent between the two– only breathing is heard in the silence of the night. 

"i was worried about you." she says softly as she scratches at the skin around her nail, "i don't want you to die."

pavitr chuckles as he glances at her– the light bouncing against her warm golden brown skin that made her look like an angel. he couldn't think of life without her. 

"will you still kiss me, even when we're ghosts?" pavitr says and he watches as gayatri's eyes falter at his words before a breathless chuckle escaped her lips.

"i would." she smiles softly, "but i hope that you stay safe so i wouldn't have to do that."

"okay." pavitr nods, breathlessly, "i'm fine with doing that." 

"good," she says, "lets get you home now, hm?"

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Mindfuck

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Alright so y'all remember how i mentioned last chapter this story would include smutty stuff? yeah that starts here lol.

we're back to jordyn's POV! it hasn't been that long but i still missed my girl :) Btw if this chapter reads a little bit like an anatomy textbook, please know that was intentional. Jordyn knows her anatomy but she doesn't have any other frame of reference for stuff so when it comes down to it she's gonna use the anatomical terms lol

anyway i hope you all find the title as funny as i did when i came up with it. Enjoy!

CWs: sexual content, masturbation, existential crises, minor cosmic horror, hallucinations, seizures, minor medical whump, eldritch whump ig? man tagging for cws is hard

Mindfuck

Wind whipped through my hair as I looked out at the sunset over the bay. Salt stung my nose and the breeze made goosebumps spread over my bare arms, but between the relaxing sound of the waves, the breathtaking sparkle of sunlight across the water, and the warmth of the woman standing next to me, there was no place I’d rather be. Anxiety churned in my gut as I thought about what I was about to do. The odds of her saying no were miniscule, but still. It was nerve-wracking nonetheless.

“Maddie?” I asked in a voice similar to mine, but not quite the same.

“Hm?” The woman next to me looked over with a questioning glance. It was the one Father told me to stay away from. She looked younger, though. Her hair was longer, tied into a ponytail over her shoulder. Madeline.

I took a deep breath and turned to her, reaching into my pocket. Madeline’s eyes widened as I got down on one knee and pulled out the box, opening it to reveal the ring inside. This was it. The moment of truth.

“Madeline Holmes, will you marry me?”

For a long moment, everything was silent. Madeline stared down at me, eyes wide as dinner plates and mouth hanging open. Then, she started laughing. Dread seeped through my body.

“Oh, man. What are the odds, huh?” She reached into her pocket and pulled out a box of her own. Inside was another ring; inset with a sparkling red jewel. “I was just about to ask you the same thing.”

The dread crumbled to dust and pure elation took its place. I leapt up and wrapped my arms around Madeline’s neck, laughter bubbling up from within me. Madeline picked me up and spun me around, holding me close. I couldn’t believe my luck. It was actually happening!

We stopped spinning and I settled back on the ground, still holding on to Madeline’s neck. She smiled, bending down until our foreheads were touching.

“How could I ever say no to you?”

She leaned in and pressed her mouth to mine, and I knew everything would turn out alright. 

—

Her tongue streaked across my neck and I shivered, a moan escaping from my throat. Light from the full moon streamed in from the window, illuminating the scene of our bodies tangled together in the bedsheets. I could do nothing but hold on for dear life as Madeline’s fingers traced down my belly, through my pubic hair, and slipped between the folds of my outer labia. The sensation was instant and intense, especially when combined with the softness of her mouth on my throat.

Her touch travelled down to my vaginal opening, rubbing teasingly over the outside of the hole before moving back up, sliding two fingers on either side of my clitoris and squeezing, very gently. I jerked, letting out a gasp. Madeline smiled against my skin.

“So sensitive…”

“Sh- shut up… Like you weren’t a wh-whiny mess when I fingered you.”

Madeline paused and leaned up on an elbow. The moonlight framing her face made her look ethereal. She grinned.

“Well, if you’re gonna be like that I guess I’ll-”

She began pulling her hand away. Immediately, I squeezed my legs shut and grabbed her wrist, trapping it there. 

“If you stop now I swear to god I’ll set your hair on fire.”

Madeline laughed. Her gaze held so much love that it was hard to breathe. “If you say so.”

She leaned back down and her lips touched mine again, her tongue sneaking into my mouth. I groaned, shifting my hips up as her fingers started moving again.

Things became a blur after that point. Between the intoxicating feeling of Madeline’s body on top of mine and the unimaginable pleasure she was conjuring between my legs, the finer details started to seem unimportant. Something was building at the base of my spine, and it seemed like Madeline could sense it. The movements of her fingers became focused; pumping in and out at a steadier rhythm, pressing and sliding in all the right places to make me squirm and keen.

Madeline’s teeth sunk into the skin of my neck, and a jolt of pleasurable pain shot through my system. That was what did it. That incredible thing that was building finally reached its peak and spilled over, sending waves of electricity through my body. Heat flushed under my skin and I cried out as all of my muscles tensed up from the sheer ecstasy coursing inside of me. It was amazing. It was the best thing I’d ever felt. It-

—

I opened my eyes, doused in cold sweat and breathing heavily. The room was dark, illuminated only by the dim light above the mirror. I must have forgotten to turn it off before going to sleep. The hum of the ventilation system rang loud in my ears. My head was throbbing, and my entire body tingled with the remnants of the dream, coalescing in the same spot that dream-Madeline had been touching, right between my legs. What the hell just happened?

Overcome with curiosity, I reached down, slipping my hand under the waistband of my pants. Something cold, wet, and slimy had coated the inside of my thighs and drenched my underwear. I frowned, probing further. 

“Oh!”

Wow, I was sensitive right now. But… just like the dream, it felt good. Obviously, I’d touched my own genitals before, but it never felt like this. My entire vulva had become slick with fluid, and my clitoris had become erect; a hard, sensitive nub peeking out from under the hood, throbbing in time with my heart beat. Maybe… Maybe I could replicate the feeling from the dream? I swallowed, nerves filling my throat, and put two fingers to it just like Madeline did.

Too much! That was way too much pressure. I was on the right track, but I needed to be more careful. I tried again, much softer this time.

That was it. My muscles relaxed and I let out a sigh as I gently circled my fingers around my clitoris. Everything around me melted away until all that remained was the pleasure between my legs and the memories of that dream in my head; the images fueling my movements. It was all too easy to imagine that I was back in the dream, and that Madeline was the one touching me instead of my own hand. I didn’t even know the woman, but something about it just felt right; like things were settling in where they were meant to be.

The woman in my mind sank her fingers lower and I followed, tracing around the edge of my vaginal opening. In the dream, Madeline’s fingers had slipped in with ease, but I was nervous. I’d never done this before, which meant I needed to be careful. I didn’t want it to turn out like the first time I tried to eat solid food; choking because I was too eager and didn’t chew enough. 

Slowly, I slid one finger past the entrance, biting my lip at the feeling of my inner walls parting for it. Once I got it about as deep as I felt comfortable with, I experimented with thrusting it in and out.

“Ngh!”

Wow, that was good. My body craved more; heat spreading under my skin and making me sweat. I swallowed my fear and gently added another finger in. The stretch of my hole burned slightly, but for some reason that made it even better. I shifted over onto my side, curling my body and finally pulling my pants off to allow myself more leeway with my movements, and really got into it.

“O-oh, g-g-god…”

It was incredible. The palm of my hand sat directly on top of my clitoris, providing delicious pressure and friction as I pumped my fingers in and out. I could barely stifle the noises escaping from my throat as every thrust sent a jolt of electricity through me. Drool dripped from my open mouth onto my pillow, but I couldn’t find it within myself to care.

It was building again, just like in the dream, only so much more intense. I squeezed my eyes shut and focused, straining my wrist to move harder and faster to reach that amazing peak again. The rise felt like it would never end, but every time my muscles began to tire, another spike of pleasure would shoot through me and motivate me to keep pushing. Compared to my usual training, this was practically a cakewalk.

Finally, it came. I bit the pillow to stifle my cry as my entire body seized and spasmed, my walls clenching around my still-pumping fingers and my thighs tensing up to an almost painful degree. Warm liquid gushed against my hand, spilling down onto my sheets. It was at least twenty seconds of pure bliss as my vision flickered black and shadows writhed up and down the walls.

I laid there for a good minute afterwards, not moving, just catching my breath and reflecting on what had just happened. I seriously needed to remember how to do that, because wow. I was almost disappointed I hadn’t figured it out earlier. I gently pulled my fingers out, wincing at the slight overstimulation. Unsurprisingly, they were covered in a transparent, viscous fluid that stringed together when I pulled my fingers apart. It smelled tangy. 

Curiosity overcame my common sense, and I tentatively gave my fingers a lick. The taste wasn’t as bad as I was expecting. In fact, it was kind of good. Sweet but a little tart. Maybe if I’d been more lost in the heat of the moment, I would have just finished what I’d just started, but now that it was all said and done, I would rather just wash my hands off in the sink.

As I put my pants back on and got up, my mind started to wander. Where did that dream come from? Most of the time, my dreams were nonsensical mish-mashes of things I’d seen throughout the day, disappearing from my mind not long after waking up. It wasn’t uncommon for me to see people I know, especially Father, but something about what I just saw felt… different. 

For one, it actually made internal sense. It wasn’t just a slideshow of random events and images; it was a consistent storyline that followed a linear narrative. First, I was at the bay with Madeline, and I asked her to marry me. (Could two girls even get married? I’d heard about it between a man and a woman from people in the facility as well as Father, but no one had mentioned two people of the same gender getting married before. I couldn’t see why it wouldn’t be possible, though. I supposed I would just have to ask Father about it at some point.) Then, it was later at night, and I was with Madeline in bed, and all of that happened.

Another weird thing was how different Madeline looked from how I remembered her appearing during the day. In the dream, her hair was long instead of shaved and shaggy, and her face had a certain roundness to it that it currently lacked, making her appear younger. Usually, in my dreams, people just showed up how I remembered them looking in real life. It just didn’t make sense.

It was when I was washing my hands in the sink that the thought occurred to me. What if it wasn’t just a dream? What if… What if I’d finally remembered something?

For as far back as I could remember; from the moment I woke up and coughed the green out of my lungs, my past had been a blank slate. Father said I lost my memories when I was hurt, and beyond that I never really questioned it. I never wondered who I used to be before waking up in the facility, because it never really felt like it mattered. I was right where I was meant to be, so who cared what I’d done with my life before that? Only now, it seemed like something had finally come back; a lingering vestige of an interaction I had at some point with Madeline. But… What did that mean? 

Father always wanted what was best for me, right? He knew what was best for me, and he was always guiding me towards that target, even if it hurt sometimes. But, if that was the case, then how did Madeline fit in? He ordered me to stay away from her. Especially her, over all of the other Union heroes. According to the dream/memory/whatever, though, I’d been close with her at some point. Close enough to ask her to marry me, even. Did something happen between us that Father was trying to protect me from? It was all so damn confusing!

I looked up at the girl in the mirror. I saw her shaved head, the sallow tan of her skin, the dark holes of her black irises and the bags beneath her eyes. I saw the scar cutting across her cheek and onto her nose. That scar was from a training accident. That, and most of the rest of them. There wasn’t a single scar on my body that I couldn’t remember getting. Where were the remnants of the injury that supposedly changed my life forever? What about injuries before that? Was whatever Father used to heal me so strong that it literally erased all of my scars? If that was the case, why had I been forced to bear the remnants of my pain all this time when Father could just heal them away? 

I gripped the cold porcelain of the sink, staring hard into the mirror. What was real? Was what I saw really a memory, or was it just some hyper-realistic dream? Why was my body so damn inconsistent? Why couldn’t I remember anything from my past? Why was Father keeping me away from people who might know me? Who…

“Who am I?” I muttered to the girl in the reflection, anxiety clawing at my throat. “Who are you? Are we… Jordyn? Seven? Someone else? I… I- I don’t know…”

Pain shot through my head like someone driving a knife into my temple. Cold fingers of sensation rippled across my brain. Something warm dripped from my nose, and some primal thing inside of me shrank away in fear. I got the horrible feeling that I was being watched. I could feel the eyes all around me, looking in. My entire being screamed in alarm at the threat of a predator; the ancient prey instinct inside of me thrashing uselessly against its bonds. A petrifying self-awareness settled over me, and I knew – I could feel that some powerful, terrifying presence was observing not just me, but the very thoughts inside my head. 

I felt those cold fingers pry into my mind, digging through my memories and throwing images of my life up before my eyes. The pain was immense; overwhelming. My knees buckled out from under me. My ears popped, and more warm liquid dribbled from them. I could feel my skull cracking as my brain expanded, pushing against the boundaries of its container. The pressure at the back of my eyes was building. I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that my head was going to explode.

Then, all of a sudden, everything stopped. The pain and the screaming and the vivid memories all ceased to exist in an instant, replaced by the cold tile floor and the hum of the ventilation system. I blinked, trying to process what had just happened as I slowly climbed back to my feet.

There was a girl in the mirror.

She looked like me. Almost identical, even. She had the same eyes, the same nose, the same mouth. Only, her skin was a little darker, unmarked by my training accident scar, and her hair was long; tied back in a ponytail. She was dressed in a costume not too dissimilar to the ones I’d seen Madeline and Vivienne wearing; a skin-tight black patterned material, with red highlights. There was a hole in her chest.

She looked panicked, confused. Her eyes darted around the room, searching for a threat, until she found me. We stared at each other for a long moment. Her mouth moved, but no sound came out. I grabbed the sink, leaning forward. She reached out to me, but her hand stopped when it reached the mirror.

“Are… Are you me?” I asked.

—

I opened my eyes.

The girl had disappeared, along with the mirror and the rest of my room. I recognised the ceiling above me as the one in the medbay. There was an oxygen mask over my mouth, and a heart monitor beeped along rhythmically in the corner. My head was throbbing again, and my throat stung like I’d swallowed a handful of nails. Everything ached.

Father sat at my bedside, leaning over with his eyes closed, mouth hidden behind his steepled hands. A bead of sweat ran down the side of his face. Mr. Sadler stood at the far wall behind him, facing a computer screen.

“Fa… Father…” I coughed.

His eyes shot open and he stood up, bending over me. He looked genuinely worried, which was an expression I didn’t think I’d ever seen on his face before.

“Jordyn! Are you alright? I thought we might have lost you.”

I groaned, realising just how sore I was as more of my body came back online. It felt like I’d been in a fight, and lost badly. “What… What happened?”

He frowned, sitting back down. “You had a seizure. We’re… not entirely sure, but it seems like the Godling might have psychically attacked you. What do you remember?”

I thought back, trying to recall. Everything had become a little hazy. “I… I got out of bed to wash my hands, and then… looked in the mirror, I think? I don’t know…”

Father sighed, rubbing his face. He mumbled something under his breath, but all I could make out was “turn the camera off for ten goddamn minutes…”

“What does… psychically attacked mean?” I asked, my voice croaking weakly.

“You remember what I told you about the Godling? That Its presence is what causes monsters to form so frequently here? Well, it’s not too uncommon for It to deliberately target Its influence at some of the city’s inhabitants, as well. It entertains Itself by peering at their memories and showing them visions of things they desire, often causing great damage to whoever was unlucky enough to be Its target. You’re lucky that we keep an eye on your vitals, or we might not have noticed anything was wrong until it was too late.”

“Speaking of which,” Mr. Sadler chimed in, “Your readings are looking normal now that you’ve stabilised, so there shouldn’t be any permanent damage to worry about. You should still take it easy for a day or two, though.”

Father frowned again. He turned to Mr. Sadler. “It won’t be good for our numbers if she disappears so soon after her deployment. What limits are we talking about here?”

Mr. Sadler looked uneasy. “I… I guess it would be fine if she went out, but she’ll probably be a little unsteady. It might affect her performance if anything big happens.”

Father thought about it. He nodded. “That’s acceptable.”

I zoned out as Father and Mr. Sadler continued their discussion, staring at the ceiling. The memories of what I’d seen standing in front of the mirror were already fading, but the question that had sprung up in my mind still sat right where I’d left it, eating at my thoughts like a parasite.

“Who am I?” I muttered to no one in particular.

Father and Mr. Sadler shared a look. Father leaned closer to me.

“You are Jordyn de Vygon. You are my daughter, and a superhero. That is all you need to worry about.”

The assurance was like a soothing balm on my soul. I was Father’s daughter, and a superhero, and I didn’t need to worry or think about anything else. I closed my eyes and relaxed, a smile spreading across my face.

The question was still there, of course. It hadn’t gone away; I still didn’t know a thing about my past, and my curiosity hadn’t been entirely silenced. But… It was just so easy to forget about all of that when Father reminded me of what was important. Maybe it was just a weird dream after all? If the Godling had been taking an interest in me, then perhaps that was all it was. Why look deeper when an answer sat right in front of me?

Because it’s not the truth.

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Jordyn is so real for fingerblasting herself into oblivion and then immediately having an existential crisis in front of the mirror. She's so me.

anyway not gonna lie i did not expect the last part, it kinda came out of nowhere but i'm happy it happened tbh.

will probably take a bit of a break before the next chapter. I wanted to finish all of these chapters taking place roughly at the same time quickly, but i've been neglecting my book a bit so i wanna work on that for a while. probably won't be longer than a few weeks.

thanks for reading! lemme know what you thought and if you wanna be added/removed from the taglist! byeeee!

[gayuu-the-necromancer]

Chapter 4

The Grim Reaper Waits At The Palace Of Death...

(I can't escape....)

These 8 mysterious men, put me inside a carriage, which gracefully rode through the night town.

Beyond the window, I see the cityscape of London.

The palatial palace flew away.

And before I knew it, the carriage is pushing forward into the dense forest.

(Where are we going? And.....what's going to happen to me?)

I left my delivery at the mansion, but I don't know if I'll get paid for it...

On top of that, I'm actually worried if I can return home alive.

(The fact that they are all working in a group and heading to the same place must mean that they are some kind of an organization)

(Then if I have to guess....they must be taking me to their leader)

The Grim Reaper of the Palace of Death...that's what the red-eyed man, William said.

(If that's true then, I....)

The flashbacks of the bright red scene comes back to my mind and a shiver ran down my spine.

Gentlemanly man: "Miss Kate."

Kate: "Yes....!?"

I looked up quickly and saw a gentleman with a mysterious smile pointing out the window.

Looking out the window, the carriage is before I know it, already passed through the forest and crossed a drawbridge over the water.

Gentlemanly man: "We're here. This is the stronghold of evil that could be the end of your life...not our base."

Kate: "Mm...."

(What is this place?)

As soon as I get out of the carriage, the gothic castle that appears before me takes my breath away.

Surrounded on all sides by forests, and ponds to avoid being seen, the bright and brilliant pagoda piercing the night sky radiates an overwhelming presence.

It is so majestic that it makes me want to prostrate myself.

(Never thought there would be a castle like this in London....)

Kate: "Is this...real life...."

Gentlemanly man: "Yes, unfortunately. It is neither a dream nor an illusion. It is a painful reality from which there is no escape."

(Reality....or didn't this guy just say something outrageous?)

(The end of life or the root of evil...oh god, my head)

Feeling dizzy, I became unsteady on my feet.

Then accidentally, I bumped into someone and turned around in a hurry.

Kate: "Sorry, I didn't mean to."

Man with blond hair and blue eyes: ".....I don't mind....are you okay?"

(He's so close...)

The man who held me by the shoulders peered at me. His delicate-looking golden hair just close enough to touch.

(This guy....is so beautiful, that it's scary. He looks like a bisque doll)

Among the art-like forms, only the dark eyes, barely perceptible stare at me with a creaturely temperature.

Kate: "I'm fine. Thank you."

Man with blond hair and blue eyes: ".....I see."

(U-Umm....)

Man with blond hair and blue eyes: "..........."

(Please let go of me sir....)

As I was puzzled, a hand reached out from the side and poked the blond man's hand.

Man that looks like a cat: "Master El, no running away."

Man that looks like a cat: "Miss Kate, you can talk to me. I'd like to get to know you better."

(Huh....)

My other hand was entwined by a cat's tail and I was flabbergasted because I was sandwiched between two men from both sides.

Man with a gun: "Now you guys. You two can save that for later. Right now your priority should be reporting to Victor, okay?"

Man with a gun: "After deciding what to do with her, we all will have enough time to get to know her."

The man who offered to help was a great man with intelligent appearance.

The rational eyes behind the glasses and the calm appearance of the person, eases me a little bit.

(Maybe this guy is easy to talk to)

Kate: "....What's going to happen to me?"

What I had wanted to ask for a long time came out of my mouth without thinking.

Man with a gun: "You will know. Because we're the ones deciding that."

The egoistic grin on his face made me erase the sentence 'Maybe this guy is easy to talk to' from my mind.

William: "Kate. Come here, follow me."

Kate: "....Yes, Master Rex."

William: "Ahahaha! You don't have to be so formal. Just call me William."

Kate: "Okay....Master William."

..........

(Wow...amazing)

Stepping into the castle, it was as if the world had changed for me.

(I never thought I'd set foot in a place like this, even once in my life....)

The castle is as magnificent as its exterior, and it is no wonder that it is said to be owned by the British Royal family.

A dangerous, mysterious and beautiful unknown world spread out before my eyes.

(Only the bastions of those who might be criminals....)

(....So beautiful)

William: "I see you liked it."

Kate: "!?"

A shiver runs down my spine as I hear whisper in my ear.

I quickly turned around to see a giggling and amused Master William.

William: "Let's go now. The Grim Reaper is waiting impatiently."

Chapter 5 - Grave Secret

[crystal-master-raz]

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[...] He was alone, in a small secluded area of the map. He couldn't tell where though, he was too dazed to tell. He just saw lots of purples blues and teals in the area around. Eventually he came to his mind and looked nearby.. he saw a figure and in his daze he came towards it. "Raz? RAZ- Oh my god are you okay? Hey- talk to me-" "Huh..?" Raz looked up at the figure and realized it was.. her. "I said talk to me dumbass, not 'huh.' What's wrong? Why do you look like that?" "Look like.. what? Why are you- how are you even here? I'm more concerned about..-" Raz stuttered in confusion. How could Nadia even be alive if he did what he did? "You're bleeding man, and you got strange like.. cuffs on your wrists. You look like you've been through hell and back, love," She grabbed his wrists and examined them, glancing at them and the wounds on his chest, then back to his hands, fidgeting with a pretty ring on his finger, the same ring present on her hand as well. "And why am I here? Well.. I've been looking for you, Raz. It's been months since we've even seen each other. What happened?" "Nadia, I- is this even..." He paused to think and sighed. He finally realized what was happening, this had to not be real cause.. He shook his head, he should just play along, maybe appreciate the fact that he can at least.. pretend she's here. "I.. Just IO? Things and stuff, it's a lot, really." "IO? ...I.. huh. I see. Interesting.." She stepped away, deep in thought. "Nadia? What are you thinking about?" "Nothing, I'm just confused why the IO would do that.. I could swear they were goo-" "CAUSE THEY'RE EVIL NADIA!! What don't you understand?" "But they were.. good- er- Yeah yeah.. Okay.." "..." "We should get you some medical attention." She spoke with a turned back, still obviously thinking. "I.. I don't get it.." Raz mumbled to himself with flattened ears, wondering why she was suddenly so distant, even if she wasn't real.. this doesn't make sense, surely? "Yeah.. but where are we even?" "I'm not sure, I remember some people were figuring out it's name. Things like 'the Life Tree' 'The Saving Bloom' and my personal favorite, 'the Reality Tree' so I guess if you want a name, there. Point is, it's a big tree." She spoke with a smile, disintegrating Razs concerns. "Oh! It's very nice then." He spoke with a smile as well. He remembered what actually happened when he finally escaped in real life. He was so injured he could barely talk, which is still true in this case.. maybe he should ask to get some assistance.. but he remembered collapsing near the tree. It was the most beautiful thing he ever saw. Still is. He asked for some help, to which she quickly went and helped, and they walked for a little it until Raz felt his eyelids close slower and slower, until when he blinked and looked to his side for a moment.. She was gone, and he had fallen to the ground. The world around him was grey and cold. He looked around in terror and saw the same bloodied walls he grew so used to at this time. He glanced to the ground of the stained room and saw a small piece of what appeared to be chromium like from the Spire. It was a shard of her armor. The same shard he had used to pick his locks all those times ago. The same shard he remembered seeing that vision of her pointing out to. Except no vision was to be seen, instead nothing but grey and the cool nights light. [...] *He blinked again and suddenly he was back on Avas couch, the world warming up again and color coming back to his vision. He was visibly shaking and scared but he managed to shake himself calm again.* Nadia- ...I'm so sorry.

*Raz got up and went to make tea. Maybe it would stop himself from thinking about things. But he glanced behind himself to see the same vision he's used to now. It wasn't the real Nadia, it wasn't possible. So like always, he just ignored it until it fades away.. like always.*

[chaotic-on-main]

jkjk

uhhh tell me a story about you!!!

what are ur top 5 reasons for thirsting for levi 👀

Top 5 reasons why I'm a Levi slut first and a person second (your words not mine):

1. Himbs eyes, I love his eyes. They're so aljdksjf yanno. I always describe them as hooded lmao, but I really love them. And the color of them too. might collect them and put them in a jar

2. His ARMS OH MY GOD. They're so toned. I just want him to choke me, maybe kill me a little. As a treat.

3. His voice (yes I am talking about his English dub fight me in a Walmart parking lot IDC) Matthew Mercer as Levi just does things to me okay? Okay cool.

4. His thighs. Like guys COME ON. ALDJKSJD I AM BITING. I AM CHOMPING. RIGHT INTO THEM.

5. His personality overall. This should actually be the top of the list but I just needed to get the feral thoughts out of the way. I love how cold and aloof his exterior is but on the inside is actually very caring and compassionate for others. He will protect those at the cost of his own life. Too bad for them, this stubborn idiot refuses to die.

A story about me huh? Hmm.

Tw/cw: alcohol, sexual soliciting (?), underage drinking, illegal affairs

I'll tell you about one of my favorite memories: Accidentally getting drunk then having to chase my friend's dog back into the house at 7 in the morning lmao.

This was the summer after I graduated high school. My best friend, S, and I decided to throw this little party for our just turned seniors friends. So we decided to all go bowling and then have a sleepover at said junior's house, J. Unfortunately our other friend, B, couldn't make it because he was grounded (this is important to note) so it was just the 3 of us. Everything is fine, we all suck at bowling, cool. We all start to drive over to our friend's house for the night.

EXCEPT WE WERE MISSING OUR FRIEND B SO WE DRIVE OVER TO HIS HOUSE (who lives in the same neighborhood as the friend we were staying over with) AND SNEAK HIM OUT OF HIS HOUSE. IT IS 11PM AT THIS POINT. HE BREAKS HIS WINDOW SCREEN TO ESCAPE AND JUMPS IN OUR CAR AND WE JUST DRIVE OFF.

Once settled, J (the one who we're staying with who by the way of course still lives with her parents since she's 17) then pulls out 3 half filled WATER BOTTLES (yes those plastic disposable ones) of liquor. I don't even know what was in them but it's all horrible. Anyways, I - being the mom of the group - barely have any why these two girls and one guy down it. And we're vibing. But we realize quickly that we're RUNNING OUT OF LIQUOR.

So we're coming up with a game plan to get more. Long story short (because I don't remember how it happened exactly) B says he has a contact that can get us more alcohol but we'd have to drive over to get it. Well this is a conundrum because two friends (S and J) are wasted and one doesn't know how to drive, which left me. BUT I ONLY HAD MY DRIVERS PERMIT AT THE TIME (this is a whole different story of why I couldn't legally drive until I was 18, not important right now) but I am their only option so I was like fine.

We sneak outside to S's car and try to leave but for some reason her car won't start? Like it kept stalling and then I accidentally triggered her car alarm so it was going off for a couple minutes before we were finally able to shut it off. We sit there for a couple minutes in silence, afraid we just woke up J's parents.

We didn't.

But now we're out A CAR. then our other friend B mentions we can just use his car. Which is great BUT WE HAD TO WALK 10 MINUTES TO HIS HOUSE TO GET IT. We forgot to put shoes on S's feet too apparently, I don't remember that but she does. We get to his car finally and drive off. This is my FIRST TIME DRIVING AT NIGHT. I WAS SO SCARED. BUT WE MADE IT TO THIS RANDOM STRANGER'S CONDO

So B handles it, he goes in to grab the liquor. But he's in there for a VERY LONG TIME. He finally comes back with a bottle of skyy vodka and we're like "B what the fuck too you so long." YALL. HE GAVE THIS CONTACT A BLOWJOB IN ORDER TO GET THE LIQUOR AND THATS WHY HE WAS GONE FOR SO LONG. anyways.

So we're back, we're all drinking and having fun. Might have made out with each other idk. After a while, S needs to go potty and the bathroom was actually right next to the bedroom so when you open the door, you can look into it. So she goes, she takes a while to come back. I'm like what the fuck. I'm periodically opening and closing the door to make sure she's okay and she's just throwing up in the toilet. Mind you I'm drunk, so everything is kinda running slow for me. She said she's fine when I ask so I keep checking in on her

At one point, the next time I open the door, J's mom is STANDING IN THE DOOR WAY STARING DOWN AT ME AND WHAT DO I DO?! I FUCKING CLOSE THE DOOR IN HER FACE AND LOOK OVER TO J WHILE LAUGHING AND SAYING "DUUUUDE YOUR MOM IS RIGHT OUTSIDE THE DOOR" IN THE MOST FUCKED UP SLURRED VOICE.

anyways panic ensues, mother mode takes over. S is sobbing as she usually does when she's too drunk to handle and I'm stripping her and putting her into the shower because she's a fucking mess okay? And J is drunk off her ass and her mom is trying to damage control her by making her shower too. I'm pretty sure she threw up on herself and at one point ran down the stares ass naked? I don't know. B is passed out on the bed by the way.

There's also this point in time but idk where it lines up but J's dog got out and we had to chase it through the neighborhood while being drunk off our asses at 7am. A running couple came by and asked if we needed help and I was like "nah we're good" but I'm pretty sure they could tell we were drunk. Like we probably looked like a fucking mess. This happened before J's mom found us tho. The sun was fucking out y'all.

We didn't get home until maybe 3pm because we slept in. our cover up story of why we felt and looked sick to our parents was because of food poisoning from the bowling alley.

Anyways. Long story short kids, drink responsibly. I wanna note I am no longer this person, btw.

I uh. A lot has happened to me before the age of 21.

[devilofthehounds]

God Eater 3 Character Novel | Spinning Bonds: Chapter 2

[image id: A novel cover. Zeke Pennywort from God Eater 3 stands with his back to the viewer, his scarf billowing in the wind. Overlaid within the scarf is an image of a young Zeke with his four brothers, smiling happily. The text, when translated into English, reads “God Eater 3 Character Novel | Chapter 4: Zeke Edition | Spinning Bonds”. /end id]

This is a fan translation. Original text here.

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When we were kids, we used to travel around from one satellite base to the next.

But there was no telling when a base would get swallowed up by the Ashlands. It happened time and time again. There were also times when we'd barely escape Aragami attacks.

There were times when, no matter how far we walked, all we could see was empty wilderness.

There were times when our food rations, lighter and lighter by the day, felt like a lifeline.

When Neal would quietly cry, worried and anxious.

When Keith, frail as he was, couldn't stop coughing for days on end.

As their big brother, I knew I had to do something, but there was nothing I could do.

I was frustrated and scared. Whenever I felt like I wanted to throw something, to scream into nothing—

"No need to worry!"

"Everything will be okay. We're all here, together."

It was always my big brothers that managed to keep my heart together when I thought it'd break into a million pieces.

Everywhere I looked, the town was in ruins; I didn't even know the name of it.

In the corner of town, no signs of life, my brothers' voices echoed, their scouting complete.

"Right, left, front, back, up, down, all clear! Not an Aragami in sight! Let's go, guys!"

With his chest puffed out, Saul, the eldest of us five brothers, gave the order.

"Yes, yes, nice job on the recon, Saul. ...Right. Zeke, Neal, Keith, you good to go?"

As Saul approached briskly, behind him was Rhys, the second oldest, smiling gently and beckoning us over.

Neal, Keith, and I popped our heads out from behind the rubble.

We'd gotten used to traveling like this to hide from the Aragami.

"Zeke! You want to be captain today? Walk out in front and if you see something, let everyone behind you know with a hand signal. You remember how to do it, right?"

"I'm the captain?! Yes! Leave it to me, I've got this!"

I nodded with a big grin as Saul ruffled my hair.

My big brothers really could do anything.

They were good at fighting and trading supplies. They were smart, dexterous, and always found a way to survive.

Up until now, my big brothers had always supported me, but... one day, I'd be strong enough to do the same for them.

With that aim in mind, I was excited to be allowed to take the lead for the first time, and so I pressed onward through the desolate town, my footsteps light.

"...Huh? ...Oh!"

Not long after we set off, I spotted something up ahead.

Immediately, I gave the signal. Treasure found, gather up!

"What's up, Captain Zeke? Find something?"

Saul caught up with me and ruffled my hair again.

"It's... a satellite base! Nice find, Zeke! Although... the armored wall looks pretty beat up, and the repairs seem shoddy. Doesn't look well-maintained..."

Saul carefully assessed the state of the base, but then—

"Guys, quick! It's Keith..."

Running up behind us was Rhys, looking out of breath.

As we turned, we could see Neal holding up a pale-faced Keith.

"Keith, what's wrong? Do you feel sick?"

"So—*cough* *cough* Sorry... I... I'm okay..."

"Don't push yourself. Rhys, any medicine left?"

"...Just a bit."

Keith continued to let out painful coughs. Saul quickly lifted him onto his back and turned his gaze to the distant base.

"No time to waste. Let's get to that base!"

We nodded to each other and set off toward the satellite base on the outskirts of town.

Luckily, the five of us were welcomed into the base.

The ones who opened the armored wall were kids about the same age as me.

"Is there any medicine left at this base? We need..."

In response to Saul's question, the kids dejectedly shook their heads.

"...We're the ones who need medicine."

I looked around the base again.

There wasn't a single adult in sight. Only row after row of dilapidated buildings, emaciated and sickly-looking kids dotting the area.

"There aren't any adults here... Only about twenty of us are left. Sometimes, an old peddler comes by and sells us food and medicine, but it's expensive and there's not much of it..."

"...I see."

"We can't really do anything for you, but... you can stay if you want."

The one who looked to be in charge sighed as they spoke.

This place didn't seem like somewhere you could live long, either.

Anxiously, I looked up at Saul. But then—

"Right. Thanks for letting us stay when you already have it rough. We'll take care of things from here on, so if there's anything we can do, just let us know!"

With a gruff smile, Saul laughed and ruffled the kid's hair.

Their eyes widened in shock. They bit their lip, looking embarrassed, then ran off.

"For now, that peddler's our best bet. Zeke, you and Neal find someplace for Keith to rest. Rhys and I will scope things out."

With that, our big brothers entered the base.

Neal and I searched around for an uninhabited house and found a two-story with a rooftop at the edge of the base.

The furniture was still in relatively good condition. We managed to get Keith to lay down in the bed.

"It'll be okay, Keith. We'll get you some medicine."

Neal tried to comfort Keith, who still seemed to be in pain.

Even if the peddler brought medicine, the kids here would probably fight over it.

Saving Keith wasn't up for debate. But what if another kid couldn't get medicine because Keith did?

"What's the best way to do this...?"

I couldn't think of a way to solve the problem without anyone getting hurt.

A little while later, after Keith had fallen asleep, Saul and Rhys returned.

"So, this is where you three ran off to."

"I knew it. I figured Zeke would pick a house like this."

Even though we hadn't decided which house to live in yet, Saul and Rhys knew exactly where to find us.

"Keith fell asleep, huh? Zeke, Neal, we need to talk. Come on."

Neal and I tilted our heads and followed our brothers out onto the roof.

"After listening to everyone's stories, we have a general idea of the situation at this base."

"It seems everyone was living their lives as usual here until recently... but then a large Aragami attacked and wiped out all the adults. The kids had taken refuge in an underground storage facility, so they managed to survive."

Was that why the base was filled with kids?

"Since then, it seems the kids here have managed to survive by working together, but... there's something that's been bothering me."

As he spoke, Rhys took a small ampule from his pocket.

"There's a hospital on the outskirts of the base. Well, there's no doctor, so it's just a place to gather sick kids, but that's where I found this. It seems to be the medicine sold by the peddler."

Rhys kept going, staring coldly at the ampule.

"I couldn't find out the exact ingredients from my medical kit, but... this medicine, the label on it, the contents; it's all made up. It's fake."

Neal and I gasped at the same time.

"What's more, it seems the peddler is advertising this medicine as some wonder drug that even God Eaters use. In other words, he's a scoundrel conning kids by selling them fake medicine."

"What?! Are you serious?! We can't let him get away with this!"

I couldn't help but yell, rage building up inside me.

"Quick on the uptake, I see. You're right, Zeke. We can't let him get away with this."

"Still, to the kids here, that peddler is their only hope. If outsiders like us just beat him up and send him packing, it won't help anyone."

"So, we're going to do something about it. Want to help?"

Seeing the look on our brothers' faces, Neal and I immediately nodded.

A few days later, the peddler arrived at the base in a big trailer.

In no time at all, the kids from the base had gathered, forming a small crowd around the trailer.

"Come one, come all! I've brought lots of food and medicine today! I know you don't have money, so as usual, we'll be dealing in valuables. First come, first served!"

A small, chubby man got out of the trailer, grinning as he spoke.

The first ones to break through the crowd were me and Neal.

"Sir, our little brother's not feeling well! He needs medicine like this!"

I showed the peddler the medicine Rhys had given me.

"Hm? Haven't seen you lot around here before. New faces, then? Got anything to trade?"

The peddler didn't even bother checking the medicine as he looked us over.

"...Here."

Neal opened the package he brought.

Inside was a treasure trove of God Arc parts we'd gathered over the course of our journey.

"God Arc parts fetch a high price, right? We'll give you everything here, so please, just give us all the medicine you can!"

"Holy...! Alright, alright, let me take a look... Let's see here..."

The peddler, his eyes lighting up, took out a fake ampule.

"Huh? Just one? We need more!"

"This is a valuable medicine that's used by God Eaters. I can't give you too much."

The peddler smiled dubiously as he spoke.

"Heh, how about we put that to the test?"

Rhys came forward with a big grin and snatched the medicine right from the peddler's hand.

"Alright, everyone, pay attention! The medicine that God Eaters use reacts to Oracle Cells, so when you sprinkle it on a God Arc containing those same Oracle Cells, the color will change!"

As he spoke, Rhys held two different ampules in the air.

"Here I have a genuine ampule, same as Gleipnir uses! If we apply it to these God Arc parts here..."

As it came into contact with the God Arc parts, the medicine turned blue.

The kids around us were abuzz with surprise.

"Yep, just like that. Next, let's see what happens with the medicine from this nice old man..."

Once again, Rhys sprinkled the medicine on the God Arc parts.

But this time, nothing happened.

"As you can see, no reaction. Sir, could you please explain? Just what is going on here?"

The kids, gathered in desperate hope of salvation, had now become a barricade, preventing the peddler from escaping.

"T-That's ridiculous! I've never heard of a—a color-changing medicine!"

"In that case, you won't mind letting me take a look at your merchandise, right? What do you guys think?"

In response to Rhys's question, the circle of kids closed in, silent.

Saul stepped forward and faced the dismayed peddler.

"Give it up, old man. You got yourself into this mess because you thought you could hoodwink some kids, not taking any of us seriously."

".........Crap!"

The peddler pulled a stun grenade out of his pocket.

"Aw, geez! Neal!"

"Right!"

Just as we'd rehearsed, Neal and I jumped on the peddler's arms and legs at the same time.

"Give it up!"

Saul slammed his fist into the staggering peddler's face.

As the peddler fell over, his eyes rolling into the back of his head, Saul raised his fist and grinned.

I grinned, too, confident in our victory. But the other kids looked around worriedly, their expressions clouded.

I could tell they were at least vaguely aware they'd been duped.

But without the peddler, it seemed they weren't sure what they'd do from here on.

The heavy silence conveyed their despair more clearly than words ever could.

"There's no need to worry!"

At that moment, it was Saul who spoke up first.

"First things first, I promise we'll split everything in the trailer equally amongst everyone! And from now on, we'll take over the old man's job! We'll make him squeal on his trading routes, his business at other bases, everything! Then, we'll stock up on all the food and medicine we could ever want!"

He spoke confidently about the future ahead. Little by little, the light returned to everyone's eyes.

"...R-Really?"

"Yeah, trust me! Rhys, Zeke, Neal, you guys good with that?"

As Saul turned to us brothers, I grinned once again.

"Yeah! Of course, Saul! Keith would say so, too!"

Both Rhys and Neal smiled and nodded.

"Then it's settled! Now then, everyone... I'll be counting on you from here on out!"

This time, we were surrounded by warm cheers, without any trace of fear or worry.

There we stood, with a huge trailer and its cargo.

And a new home, with lots of new friends.

Amongst the trailer's cargo was some genuine medicine. He had to have some real stuff on hand; otherwise, he couldn't gain people's trust enough to trick them.

Thanks to that, Keith's condition improved, and we got to have dinner together that night.

Us five brothers sitting on the rooftop eating dinner together, watching the kids in the base having fun—I couldn't help but smile.

We did good. Of that, I was certain.

But even so...

"Saul, you're too soft, just letting him off the hook like that! You should've stripped him naked and let him fend for himself out in the Ashlands!"

I munched on my bread as I complained.

"Ahaha! If I did that, the old geezer definitely would've died."

"So what? That guy was the worst!"

"I know it's annoying, but... it's true that everyone here only survived until now thanks to him. Everyone agreed with the decision to take him down, so there's no need to kill him, right?"

A bad guy like him deserved to suffer more.

As I sulked, Saul smiled and ruffled my hair.

"Everyone's struggling to survive these days. Sometimes people take advantage of each other, but... as long as we cherish the connections we make, maybe they'll come back to help us someday. I want to believe we can all be friends one day."

As usual, Saul was too nice.

No way that rotten peddler would ever be any help to us.

That was how I felt, but I kept it to myself.

"I believe that the strongest weapons in this world are the connections between people. Like us brothers. There's nobody in this world that should just be left to die, okay, Zeke?"

I didn't want to deny Saul's smile, or his words.

Everyone you see may one day become your hope.

That way of thinking could always turn kindness into strength.

"...Alright, I get it, Saul. But more importantly, Rhys! How did you know sprinkling the medicine on the parts would make it change color?"

"Oh, that was a lie. That stuff changes color when exposed to air; a nifty little trick."

"Huh?! Then it was all just a bluff!"

"You could say that. But the conclusion we reached was correct, so who cares about the details?"

"Heheh, that's just mean, Rhys!"

"I am honored to receive your praise, Captain Zeke."

Rhys smiled gently at me. I smiled back.

"Anyway, things are gonna get pretty busy from here on out. Split amongst everyone, that cargo won't last long. We'll need to find some trading partners, and fast..."

Saul smiled as he stood up.

"But now we have a new home and new friends! We're pretty lucky! The five of us will make this a great place to live!"

"Yeah! We'll do everything we can, Saul!"

Everyone smiled at Saul.

A place where the five of us brothers could live together in peace—we'd make that dream come true.

Under the light that held us brothers close, our new life began.