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Fontaine Siblings
#this was originally supposed to be posted on the day of Fontaine’s 1 year anniversary but whatever :p#my favorite fam#I love all three of them so much#thinking bout making this into a charm in the future#sorry for all the empty space idk what to put in the background💀#my art#shana’s art#procreate#artist on tumblr#lyney#lynette#freminet#fontaine siblings#fontaine big 3#genshin impact#genshin impact fanart
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What are the questions you hate??
Okay so I don’t really HATE anything (so far) but how bout an FAQ? There are some asks I’m kind of tired of answering lol. Such as;
• “FEED ME” For one thing, it’s not even an ask 💀 So I don’t love this energy, it’s -2 charm for me. Whilst I’m grateful that folks really like the art I share (like SUPER GRATEFUL!!) I am not particularly enchanted by a demanding aura
• “when is ____ coming out”? The answer is always “I don’t know” because I draw for FUN and I draw in my FREE TIME and that varies. So for the foreseeable future, unless I EXPLICITLY state otherwise, you can expect my next post to appear on your screen whenever I post it 🥰😘
• “what programs do you use”? I don’t have a problem AT ALL with inquiring minds, I just get this ask a lot and I’ve already answered it a few times (for the inquisitive minds, please consider checking the tag ‘answers’ on this blog to find information. I’ll tag this ‘faq’) Anyway, I use pens, paper, my iPad, Apple Pencil, and Procreate. I often use brush packs made by Shiyoon Kim and Kyle Webster. I find brush packs on the creative market as well. wanna learn Clip Studio Paint, but haven’t gotten to it.
• “advice on improving in drawing”? This is a beautiful question, and I’m happy there are people who want to improve their drawing skills! I am one of you. I frequently use “YouTube university” where I will find drawing focused channels that teach you this very thing. Andrew Loomis books on drawing are like textbooks that break down the fundamentals really effectively. Like any skill, you have to research, study, and practice. The more you do of each, the better you will get. I’m trying my best to improve and master the craft eventually. (A fool’s errand haha) anyway, have fun!
• “can I fandub this”? The answer is yes!! And I hope you have a lot of fun!!! Please credit me and no monetizing. 🥰
• “can I make fanfiction/fanart/cosplay based on your fanart?” FUCK YEAHHHHHH!!! I LOVE people being creative. We’re all having fun in this fandom and I think it makes life more exciting when we create! Same with fandubs, please credit and no monetizing 🥰
• “do you do commissions”? I am not accepting any right now, but that can change! Please trust that if/when I do start taking commissions, I will be letting y’all know!! And I really appreciate that you’d want to commission me 🥹♥️
• “in your comic, will ____ happen?” I’m not just gonna TELL you that lol. But clarifying what’s ALREADY happened is always a welcomed ask :)
I just want to thank everyone who tunes into this blog!! I really have a great time creating fanart, fanfiction, and comics and I’m VERY SHOCKED that what I’ve made has had the reception it has. It’s fun to be in this fandom with you all!
THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO SENDS ME SWEET ENCOURAGING MESSAGES ILYYY 🥹💖💘💞💓💝
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Pick a card
Their romantic fantasies about you 💜
♡ Take your time to choose.
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Pile I
This person fantasizes about being your Prince Charming. They imagine you with a broken heart, disillusioned with love, and them appearing out of nowhere to heal you and make you fall in love with them. They envision coming to you with an offer, giving you a gift, yet not knowing how to talk to you. This person creates dialogues in their head about how they should converse with you because they feel you have everything.
This person feels that even though you don’t have a relationship, they can see a bit of themselves in you. They think that both of you are individuals looking to write your own story alone on a journey of self-discovery, and it simply makes sense to them that you two would be together. They fantasize about showing you who they are. This person loves traveling, exploring new places, and has a deep connection with nature and other cultures. They dream of taking you to these places, traveling the world together, and leaving behind everything that hurt you.
This person is actively manifesting and wishing to be with you, hoping to make their fantasies come true. They believe that being with you would make everything else seem insignificant because they would have already achieved the most difficult thing. They have a strong desire to hug you. They think you must be a very adorable person and believe you look beautiful in dresses or more delicate, pastel-colored clothes. This person fantasizes about having a relationship with you one day, and who knows, maybe even getting married and having a house with a family.
Pile II
This person has many sexual fantasies about you. I think these fantasies are so impure that if you knew, you would be shocked at how much they imagine the two of you doing together.
They find you very beautiful. They also think your hair is incredibly beautiful. Perhaps some of you have blonde hair or it is dyed.
This person fantasies the two of you on the beach at night, talking and exchanging caresses. They watch you from afar, you know? Maybe on your social media, or maybe they know you in person.
They always find a way to check how you are doing.
This person is a bit uncertain, you know? I think there is a great degree of immaturity in them. While they want to be with you, treat you well, plan a family, plan a future, and win you over with words, kisses, and touches, they also want to break your heart. They want to make you suffer for them, for love, for this person.
They have this fantasy of making you happy, but at the same time, there is another side of this individual that wants to break your heart, want to make you chase after them. It’s a bit confusing how this person thinks.
Pile III
You and this person might be at a distance from each other, maybe you know each other through the internet, or perhaps you’ve drifted apart for other reasons. This person fantasizes about seeing you. They believe that in their fantasy, you would wait for them and reciprocate their feelings. This person thinks you are incredibly attractive and fantasizes about admiring you as a individual.
They really want you to meet in person soon, and this is their main fantasy. They wish they could touch you.
They want to have more intimacy with you and fantasize a lot about you having intimate moments together. They have sexual fantasies as well.
If you are a woman, they fantasizes about you being a mother, also they have this fantasy of you being married to them one day. This person fantasizes about having you in every way.
They think you are incredibly beautiful and attractive, your hair is very beautiful, the clothes you wear are very nice, but they also fantasize about you without clothes. Maybe they even dream about you.
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lost for words
pairing : lee jihoon x gn!reader
fluff , drabble , ultimate simp jihoon
warnings : none
word count : 0.6 k
requested ? no
a/n : this is what i imagine it would sound like if woozi wrote his own "shall i compare thee to a summers day"
Jihoon is nothing short of talented. A maestro amongst artists and a musical prodigy to his peers.
He can pluck strings until they sing and make his fingertips fly across piano keys in a way that makes them melt together into a symphony. He can breathe life into a school child's recorder that could charm a brewing storm and he can fit together words like a jigsaw to reveal a lyrical masterpiece worthy of the Louvre. Trust, Jihoon has no qualms over his musical competence.
But how is it that he struggles to find any combination of words suitable to the occasion? Why now does his brain falter when it thinks of ways to encompass just how much he loves you? Not a dictionary in the world would be adequate enough to measure that of which he feels.
Because what he feels for you could not possibly be contained to ink on paper, you're much too special for something as archaic as that. Everything about you is so breathtaking. An enigma he's simply been blessed to experience in this lifetime. Jihoon could carve your likeness into crystal under the moonlight and it wouldn't be nearly as mesmerizing as the real thing.
Jihoon believes you outshine even the brightest stars against a jet-black sky. He'd choose the ones in your eyes to stare at for hours over the Milky Way in a heartbeat. Your voice sings a sweeter melody than Apollo's harp on a warm summer day. One he wishes he could capture and play on a loop for all of eternity. If all of history's greatest composers put their minds to one piece, still, they could not conduct a symphony worthy of your essence.
And, oh, how you call his name has him hearing bells. You light a fire inside him like flint dragged across steel— like a bow across strings. Your hand fits into his palm like the bout of a violin and he can't get enough of the harmony you bring to his life. Just your presence alone grounds him in ways he never knew possible.
When he kisses your lips, Jihoon can taste a song so decedent it leaves him full for days. Soft and delicate touches that crescendo into passion personified pluck at the strings of his heart in the late hours. The feeling of his arms around your waist as you sleep provides an indomitable security. Your even breaths fan against his collarbone like a lullaby, easing him to sleep. Then, when he wakes, you're still there, greeting him like a songbird.
You are his muse, his life, and everything more.
Jihoon understands now why so many of history's greatest ballads are written for lovers. Because the human language is a fickle thing. Always changing, never quite perfect, unsatisfactory in the eyes of man. Music lives on for centuries beyond their composers. It is, by all definitions of the word, immortal. There will always be someone to enjoy its tune and pass it down for years to come.
A song is but a time capsule of the memories that brought it to life. And Jihoon is not a man selfish enough to deny future generations of your beauty. He would write a song a day if it meant cementing your memory in history.
If only he could find the words.
"Are you ready?" Seungcheol's deep voice pierces through the thin silence.
"Not at all." Jihoon inhales as deeply as he can in his suit that feels one away thread from being too tight, then exhales slowly. The parchment with his vows crinkles and folds at the bend between his fingers.
The words in his palm are no soliloquy, but his heart bled them with every ounce of love he could muster through shaky hands. And the gold band on his finger is a gentle reminder he has a lifetime to spend writing ballads in your honor. There are only two words he needs to worry about right now.
I do.
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𓆩♡𓆪 “oh, i’m falling, forever you and i,” – jock!jk
·˚ ༘ 💌 TAGS — MILF!OC, creampies, baby making sex, unprotected sex, oc doing kegels while he inside, horny!jk hours, domestic fluff, riding, light dirty talk, puppy!mc genes confirmed with the kids, quickie sex, light daddy kink, a lil sneak peek into the future ;)
It was pretty late when Jungkook arrived, he made sure to be as quiet as possible because the last thing he needed was waking anybody in the house up. He checked the digital clock on the fridge and inwardly cursed at himself for arriving this late, practically already the next day. He didn’t mean to though it was just his schedule being hectic and stuff.
With a cold water bottle in hand he left upstairs and down the hall to the one place he could hear calling his name. The first thing Jungkook noticed when he slipped into the room was that the lights in the closet were turned on with the door cracked open just a bit. His eyes found you in an instant and filled with affection/warmth when he saw the state you were in.
You’re curled up on your side with your leg tossed over the messy blanket arrangement because he knows you can’t sleep without curling your limb over something. You’re wearing this oversized sweater of his, not even properly zipped up because of your pretty tits sitting there hidden away from the world. To add to the charm Jungkook sees you (unintentionally) threw on his favorite pair of cheeky silk panties.
He chuckles under his breath and shakes his head, “Damn.” he whispers to himself. How did he get so lucky?
“Mm..” You quietly stir (you can thank your sensitivity to sounds for that) and roll onto your back to open your eyes, “Hi.” You softly whisper, rubbing your eyes with a sweater paw, “What time did you get back..was waiting for you but you took too long.” You pout sleepily at him.
“I just got here baby, work was a shit ton today.” He slides his shirt off and tosses his phone and water bottle onto the bed, “Why? Did you miss me?” He smirks as he walks over and slides into bed literally on top of you as he buries his face in your soft chest and hugs you tight.
“You know I did.” You bring your arms up instinctively around his head, fingers gently weaving through his silky hair. You’re already dozing off again, content with the warmth from how close he’s pressed to you. You make the mistake of thinking he’s asleep too when suddenly he turns his head and nibbles gently on the side of your tit, mouthing at the patch of soft skin there, “Kook?”
“Fucking missed you all day, couldn’t stop thinking ‘bout how pretty you looked in your little sundress this morning baby. Made me wanna bend you over the counter and fuck you there.” Jungkook whispers hotly into your skin as his fingers play with the zipper, inching it down slowly. “Thought about it at work too,” he tilts his head up and captures your lips in slow short kisses, “all. Day. Long.” He murmurs between each kiss.
You feel his hand slip inside the sweater to cup your tit and massage it, fingers dancing over your nipple as he pinches the bud gently. A soft moan slips past your lips and you open your hazy eyes to look back at him, “Are you gonna..” You trail off with puppy eyes as your legs fall open for him.
“Fuck yeah,” he breathes out as he rises off you quickly to slip his pants off, “always want you baby.” He climbs over you and slips his cock through the opening of his boxers, too impatient to take the thing off as he positions the head over your clothed pussy. “Tell me what you need baby,” he licks his lips and rubs his cock up and down against the silky fabric.
Your lips part, tongue peeking out to run over your upper lip as you greedily push up, “You. I-In me,” your breath hitches when you find a angle where his cockhead presses right against your clit, “need you to fuck me,” you softly whine.
Jungkook groans low at the tone you use with him, you sound like a cute little pornstar (his cute little pornstar). “Yeah baby? You want me to fuck you nice and deep?” He hooks a finger around your panties and slides it over to the side to expose your wet little pussy.
“Y-Yes!” You perk up visibly, excitement replacing any drowsiness you might have been feeling earlier. You smack his hand away and huff softly as you guide the head of his cock to your chubby little pussy lips. It slides through the dewy mess of slick you’ve made of yourself only adding more to the heat you’re feeling. “Don’t you wanna..? ‘S all wet for you,” you pout, “my fingers are too small see?” You let the tip catch at your hole, “Aren’t you gonna fix that….? Please Daddy?”
Jungkook’s mouth fell open at that, the whole daddy thing was something you guys were playing around with here and there nothing too serious but hearing you say it all on your own like that made his cock throb. He was gonna bust before he even got the chance to slide it in. He grit his teeth and pushes forward all the way, hearing a lewd breathy “Mmm, yeah,” slip from your lips.
He was clearly not God’s strongest soldier.
“Such a fuckin’ tease,” he hisses out as he slaps his hips against yours, “the fucking mouth you got on you.” He settles for slow but deep thrusts, ones that have you curling your toes and wrapping your legs around his waist. “Couldn’t even wait, baby just had to open her mouth huh.” He grunts and watches your tits bounce rhythmically, his mouth waters in anticipation and he eagerly dips down to capture a nipple in his mouth.
You moan loudly and slip your hands in his hair like before releasing a string of “yeahs” as you angle your hips. Jungkook moans around your nipple and pulls back to give the other one the same treatment, leaving them both swollen and puffy when he’s done with them. His cock strikes deep, brushing up against all those good spots that have you seeing stars.
“Oh fuck.” He breathes out as his cock throbs. Your tight little cunt clings to his cock making it hard for him to backstroke everytime he tries to pull out. “Loosen up for me, shit.” He pants out.
You mewl in pleasure and reach up beside your head to grip the pillow your head lays on. “Daddy,” you whimper out with teary eyes.
Jungkook’s abdomen tightens, he fucking knows what you’re doing. His heart races even more as he watches you reach down with one hand to lay over your tummy. Jungkook’s balls tighten and he suppresses a long moan, watching as you go in for the final blow.
“Inside,” you moan, “C-Cum in my pussy daddy.” You softly breathe out.
“Fucking hell.” Jungkook groans as he rolls his hips in quick yet hard thrusts, balls swinging and slapping loudly against your taint. Your moans turn into breathy high pitched noises, an array of “yeahs” leaving your lips as you watch him with hooded eyes.
Jungkook grips the sheets tightly, fisting them tightly as he grits his teeth and tries to hold off his orgasm for a little bit more. You’re making it so hard though with your lewd noises and face expressions. Your tits aren’t helping either, not with them bouncing in his face like that. “Baby I gotta-” he gasps, “I gotta pull out.” He moans, he really doesn’t want to but he doesn’t have a condom right now.
You lick your lips seductively and right when you think he’s about to cum you wrap your legs around his waist and hold his hips to yours. You refuse to let go as your pussy tightens rhythmically around his cock, like you’re trying to milk him for all he’s worth. Jungkook’s mouth falls open as he cums hard, long moans leaving his lips as his cum fills your cunt.
“All better now.” You cheerfully smile at Jungkook as your legs slowly untangle from him and you lay there in a jelly-like state.
Jungkook’s eyes open and he pinches your nipple meanly, ignoring your cute little ‘owie!’. “That was a mean ass trick baby,” he glares, “and you know damn well why I can’t cum inside of you.” He ignores your “but-but” in favor of rubbing over your tummy, “I mean..unless you’re thinking about what I’m thinking baby.” He murmurs.
You stare at him with glossy eyes, “Let’s make another baby?” You timidly ask, smiling softly as he presses his forehead to yours, “So..yes?”
“A million times yes.” Jungkook smiles back and kisses you tenderly.
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“Okay sweetie, do you see your mommy anywhere around here?” The teacher softly says to the child standing behind her legs, looking around with her pretty little doe eyes. “Did mommy say she was going to get you or is your daddy coming?”
Jeon Moonbyul scanned the crowd of children and parents in search of her beloved mommy, she juts her lower lip out in a pout, “I don’t see my mommy anywhere.” She softly says, “Mommy comes in a big black car, and she smells super good too! My mommy is the prettiest too.” She boasts proudly.
“Big black car… hmm let’s see Moonie.” The teacher smiles.
“Mommy!” Moonbyul happily yells as she points over to the SUV pulling into the parking lot, “There she is Ms Kim!” She’s practically bouncing in her spot, little pigtails moving along with her as she squeals in pure happiness.
“Your mommy little one-?” The teacher is cut off, jaw going slack when she sees just who Moonbyul’s mother is.
You come out of the car, black shades over your face and pink handbag over your arm. You’re dressed in a baby pink tracksuit outfit with a white top that ends right above your belly button. Your hair is styled in a bun and you’ve got some hoop earrings bigger than the teacher’s dreams and hopes combined. “I-Is that your mommy little one?”
“Yes!” Moonbyul begins running towards you happily, “Mommy!” She smiles brightly.
A smile breaks out and you crouch down with open arms for your precious little baby to come into. “Hi Moonie,” you softly coo, “did you have fun today?” You trail off and begin to ask a string of questions, it’s apparent Moonbyul gets her ditziness from you because the little girl has a hard time staying on one topic, much like you.
“Bye Ms Kim!” Moonbyul waves.
“Bye..”The teacher waves back, still in awe over how beautiful you were, she would have never guessed this was the infamous Mrs Jeon everyone was talking about. And that said a lot given everyone’s track record of lusting over Jungkook, it seemed like you were going to be their next eye candy/talk of the school.
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“Juno say ahhhh, c’mon baby you like mangoes,” Jungkook says as he stares at his defiant toddler, “here, daddy’s gonna try some and then you are too okay?” He smiles. Juno stares blankly back at him and purses her lips, turning away once more in refusal.
“One..two..three, ahhh.” Jungkook makes a show of tasting the mango baby food, grimacing because it was bland as shit. “Mmmmm, so good. Now your turn.” He holds the spoon out.
Juno looks at the spoon and then at Jungkook, her face contorts into a frown and she smacks the spoon away in anger as she babbles angrily. “No! No! No!” She yells.
Jungkook flinches as he drops the baby food altogether and watches Juno have her daily meltdown. “Fucks sake.” He whispers under his breath as he looks at the ceiling, praying for some patience. “Daddy!” Moonbyul comes running in like usual, climbing onto his lap and happily babbling about her day at school while Juno went quiet watching the interaction with curious eyes.
You follow in suit and coo over the youngest as you bend over to press kisses to her cheeks, “Hello my precious little one, mommy missed you so much did you have fun with Daddy?”
Jungkook’s eyes flicker over to your bent over form, eyes landing on your plush ass and pretty tits. God he was so lucky to call you his wife, he was glad he had tied the knot with you years ago. He had a pretty little wife and two of the cutest babies ever, maybe three if you managed to get pregnant soon given that you were trying for another.
“I missed mommy too.” Jungkook says with a sly grin as he squeezes your ass sneakily.
You turned to give him a look as you hoisted Juno on your hip and pouted, “You’re not playing fair..”
“How so?” He licks his lips. You give him another look instead of answering as you turn on your heels and head out of the room, walking towards the doorway as Jungkook whistles lowly, “Goddamn.” He smacks you once more.
Moonbyul sends Jungkook a weird look, “Why are you hitting mommy? I’m going to call the cops if you do that daddy.” She frowns.
“Moonie baby I saw that they added all the Barbie movies, let’s go put it on for you yeah? Daddy has to talk with Mommy.” Jungkook carries Moonbyul down to the living room as he sets her down, “Barbie sounds exciting right?”
“Right!” Moonbyul smiles cheerfully, “Daddy can I also have Luna with me too?” She softly pouts, “Promise I will watch her carefully!”
Jungkook can’t ever say no to those puppy eyes that resemble yours so much, “Of course baby.” He kisses her head and heads off to prepare Moonbyul’s movie time.
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Juno? Asleep. Moonbyul? With Luna watching movies probably asleep by now. The baby monitors are on and the door is locked, had about a good hour give or take.
The computer chair creaked slightly from the weight and pressure both you and Jungkook put on it. You were seated so pretty in his lap only clad in your baby tee. Your tits ached in your bra and you were half tempted to tell Jungkook to make it feel better.
“Fuck,” Jungkook sighs as he watches you bounce leisurely on his cock. Quickies like these were scarce and hard to come by, Juno’s naps never lasted long and Moonbyul was a daddy’s girl through and through. So that leaves sex as a night time luxury, and you say luxury because one of you is always knocked out cold before nine pm.
So having you here out in broad daylight fucking yourself on his cock certainly did wonders to him. His hands settled over your bubbly ass, gripping each doughy cheek in his hands tightly. You had your arms wrapped around his shoulders and your tits all up in his face.
“Mm..mm..” You bite your lip in an attempt to muffle your moans, head leaning back as you close your eyes in pleasure.
His cock pokes at your g-spot from this position, striking deep over and over again which certainly has your little pussy weeping. “So good,” you breathe out as your hips slow down and you circle them in a figure of eights.
Jungkook hisses softly as he buries his face in your chest and holds you still over his cock, bucking his hips a few times to get that angle in. “Oh fuck.” He moans out.
You whine quietly and switch your bouncing to grinding back and forth on his cock. “Can feel you so deep,” you whisper out, “mmm, all the way in here daddy.” You nibble on his earlobe gently, feeling goosebumps erupt all over his body as he shivers.
“Yeah?” He breathes out, “You gonna let me breed you baby? Fuck another baby in you?” He turns his head to mouth at your neck and leaves love bites.
“Yeah.” You moan out, “C’mon, fill me with your cum.” You grind faster.
Jungkook bites his lip and tightens his hold on you. “Fuck, like that baby, keep going for me.” He whispers, “Boutta cum in your little pussy babe.” He gasps out, cock twitching with interest.
“Cum,” you whisper softly and turn to lock lips with him, “please.” You add softly.
He can’t deny you, not when you ask so sweetly like that. His muffled groans fill the room as he makes you come to a stop right when he spills inside of you. His orgasm pulses through his entire body as he sags against the chair and relaxes.
You idly grind against him, not moving too much in fear of overstimulating him or something. “Sleepy..” you softly mumble.
“Nap?” Jungkook hums back as he opens his eyes to look over at you.
“Mmhm.” You nod, “Carry me to the bathroom please.” You yawn softly as you lay your head on his shoulder.
“Yeah, yeah,” he breathes out patting your back gently, “I got you baby.” He smiles.
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The premium version of human is here to wreck house, mfs.
[Twst x Obeyme!AFAB!reader]
CHP. 1.1: The start of the Blood Rose Tyrant.
Thank you, my amazing readers, for all the likes, comments, and reblogs🥹 It makes so happy, like– almost nothing can top the joy of seeing y'all liked my work :)
Btw, If you have any questions about my tagging and/or literally anything you wanna ask me bout the fic, just reach out to me and I'll try my best to answer you.😊
CW: Cursing, Idk what else... There's also the pronoun schtick I've been yapping about since pr. 1. (i.e MC will get mistaken for a pretty guy a lot -Mc is AFAB referred to as they/them- because the NRC cast have come to expect only boys to be in the school. Excluding the paintings ofc.)
(My pic)
Fun fact: While all of your ornaments act as containers to very *nom*-able amounts of magic, such a thing can be dangerous as it may give away your location if you need to hide or run away from someone.
Therefore, all of them were cast with a special spell developed by Solomon that makes it so that people can't sense that magic unless they're really close to you physically.
(Not to mention, only exceptional mages can actually have the hope of picking up on that magic as your all jewelry were also cast with a heavy magical concealment blessing from both Micheal and Luke.)
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'What the hell is this?'
You think as you fiddled with the fancy pouch in your hands.
You had opened the gift box to find the pouch containing some basic skincare products and just went; ( •_•)..?
Like– What the hell? Who does that?? Are they saying that you're ugly and needed to start taking care of your face?! Well excuse you, I'll have you know –whomever you are– that this face was approved by Asmodeus himself you rude lil' shi—
*Ehem*
So like any sane person is supposed to do in that situation, you checked if the products were cursed or charmed and then pocketed it to maybe sell it in the future for some cash. (Lovely gift but you were taught never to use/ingest things given to you by strangers.)
Leaving the infirmary, you venture into the botanical garden, hoping you'd find some edible plants that you and Yuu can nibble on until you can procure other food options and some all important moneh. (Ugh, if only that damn crow didn't escape and hide away from you, you would've extorted his cowardly-ass and bought some food instead of needing to resort to this bs.)
'Trying to find a stone in a long abandoned mine is simply a fools errand.'
You thought as you absent-mindedly skipped past a certain tall, dark, and handsome man with horns, unknowing of the look of pure curiosity pointed at your back as you continued your musings.
'But oh well, they wanted to try so they might as well be those fools.'
You're not gonna stop them if they wanna try to fix things even though you've mostly stabilized the situation. (Not that they know.)
Damn, you also need to go to the library later so that you can learn what changes you'd need to do in order to adapt and know the problems you'd likely experience in this world.
Knowing yourself and your history for being a magnet of chaos, It'd probably involve almost dying more times than you have fingers and unearthing some deeply-buried soul-crushing trauma in which the only thing you'll get in return are the friends you've made along the way.
Aside from that though, you'd need to gain yourself a foothold in this society.
Preferably, there would be a lot of rich and influential people in this school to suck up to, but if those aren't enough then maybe you can venture into industries where you can kiss-ass in peace.
As much as you'd love to be optimistic, Crowley is the almost literal embodiment of a dead-beat dad barely pays child-support and your own search for a way home may take years before coming to fruition.
Tsk. You can feel your stress levels transcending the mortal plane of existence again as you can already envision the figurative mountain-range you'd need to climb just to achieve stability in this place.
$°\•m°n.. p/€∆$3.. H€\₱ m£...
Times like these just make you wanna curl up onto the floor in a fetal position and let the earth consume you whole.
Oh! And you also need to obtain a stronger blackmail material against Crowley to make sure he won't try anything remotely against you.
'Hmm... But maybe...'
You think as you took a quick and discreet glance to a security camera that had been "coincidentally" pointed at you.
Well, not really a coincidence.
If the mf behind these creepy-ass cameras —that have been watching you since your arrival here, mind you—, can lend you a hand then that would be the optimal outcome. There are a lot of security cameras after all...
Though there's also a large possibility that the fucker wanted you dead because of either boredom, simple bloodlust, money, vengeance (for some reason), your organs or all of the above.
You sighed as you entered the botanical garden, telling yourself to just worry about that later and focus on finding food.
If you get in trouble for taking plants here, you'll just throw Crowley under the bus. (figuratively and literally if he decides to be a bitch about it.)
• • • •
Yuu, Grim, Ace, and Deuce stumbled out of the mirror, finally away from the creepy forest and back into the college.
They all flinched and turned their heads back when they heard a dramatic 'Tsktsktsk–' from behind them.
"Well well well~ Look who finally decided to show up at–"
*checks imaginary wrist watch*
"46 minutes past midnight.. Huh.. If you all got any curfew for your dorms then you're both toast. Can't believe y'all spent more than five hours looking for a single rock..."
You said, referring to the two first years who flinched under your words and judgemental eyes.
"You all look like shit by the way."
Yuu awkwardly scratched their head.
"Thanks?"
*Sigh...*
"You're welcome, bbg."
"Just hurry up and give that rock to the fuckin crow already so that you all can spare the world from having to witness anymore of your gross, sweaty, homeless-lookin selves."
Deuce shrunk even further behind Yuu. (funny because Yuu was at least half-a-head shorter.)
Ace meanwhile, has too much ego to not say anything back.
"We wouldn't be looking like this if you at least helped!" He snarked.
"Why should I?"
You Dwayne-the-rock-Johnson raised your eyebrow at him.
"I don't owe any of you a smidgen of literally anything so why should I help?"
It wasn't a question, but a statement. Because why should you help? They should be grateful you even talked Crowley out of expelling them immediately. Not that they know but still...
But of course, audacity is gonna audacity. Because, Ace really had the nerve to look offended by your words, as if you weren't saying something as truthful as the sky being blue, the grass being green, and your ass being a literal masterpiece from god.
"Don't even try to pass off the blame, Weasley-wannabe. I know it, you know it, your mom knows it, your dad if you have one, your entire bloodline and your non-existent cow knows it, there's literally no point."
Ace literally almost snarled at you like a damn dog, pft– That's what he gets from pissing you off by existing earlier.
"Oh shut up!"
He then looked like he was about to start a rant of how unfair his life was and how he totally didn't deserve any of this and blahblahblahblahblah–
You swear on Diavolo and Luci's fruity man-boobs, you'll hang this bitch upside down like a bat if you had to hear another complaint about things being unfair for him.
What about you? or Yuu? Isn't life more cruel and unfair to you two? Taking you both away from loved ones and shoving you into a world where you two need to fight for a temporary sanctuary as you both try to go home with no real proof you'll actually be able to make it back?
Isn't life more unfair to you? Right when you almost finally achieved the start of your happy ending.. You were taken away from the people that you fought tooth and nail to be with.. And now, they're all too far away for you to reach... again.
Deuce elbowed Ace, thankfully making the jab to the ribs painful for the annoying ginger.
You dramatically sighed again, turning to Yuu and Deuce.
"Remember kids, don't copy Ace's attitude okay? Lest you want to end up single and with no bitches for the rest of your life."
Ace's right eye twitched erratically, shouting at you to shut up and to stop messing with him.
• • • • •
Talking with the crow is an annoying affair as expected. At least now, Yuu is finally an official learner of the school. Even if they're just half-a-student with the loud talking cat. (That kinda reminds you of Mammon, now that you think of it. Also very funny because the cat's name is grim of all things..)
Oh, and you're a prefect now. You're definitely going to make that everyone's problem. Hehehehehe~
"So the abandoned dorm we were supposed to live in is fixed now? How? Hasn't it only been like– a day?"
You ominously beamed at the question, releasing a sinister little giggle that caused Ace, Deuce, and the now wide-awake Grim to subconsciously shiver while Yuu refrained from asking further questions and just wisely snickered instead.
Unseen by everyone, you sent a quick devious little smile to a wall where a certain electrical device was mounted, biting down a snort when you saw the security camera suddenly snap into another direction, as if it was a person embarrassed that they got caught by someone they were staring at.
You then had to hold back a cackle as you remembered how easily this newly made stalker friend of yours snitched on the headmaster, like– you literally didn't even do anything, the flustered boy just gave you the blackmail material that you needed. Well, maybe you did corner him a little bit by using his own electronics against him but you're pretty sure he enjoyed it for some reason if the way he literally blurted out 'mommy-' at you was anything to go by—
Haha, the benefits of having a hacker as a fren :3
• • • •
Kicking away the two idiots and telling them to go back to their dorms already, you dragged Yuu inside the now newly fixed dorm.
The two of you needed to talk about a few things and arrangements..
• • • •
Quickly opening the door in hopes that the fucker that was banging on it gets mash-dabbed face-first, you saw nothing but disappointment as the bastard — Ace — had actually moved away from the door in an impressive display of intuition and spidey-sense before you had even wretched the door open.
"What the fuck do you want, you ugly punyeta?"
It hasn't even been a few hours since this mf parted ways with you and Yuu, so what could be the problem now?
. .. . . . . ..
"No, you're sleeping on the couch."
"What?! But why?!! There are perfectly good rooms here!"
"All the other rooms besides the one we're using are still unfurnished. The beds in them are yet to be assembled and the floors are dusty because of the quick renovations." Yuu stated, rubbing the bridge of their nose.
"Ughhhhh! Just let me squeeze in, I promise I won't take up too much space!"
"Nice try but no."
"Tch, You're all so stingy and inhospitable.."
"Yuu, Do you hear that?" You said, theatrically cupping your ear with a hand.
"Yes, It seems that a forever virgin is talking." Yuu answered with a smirk.
"Hey!"
"Sorry, you oompa-loompa lookin ass— we unfortunately can't understand the language of people who can't pull."
"You guys are the worst."
"Thanks bbg." you and Yuu paused.
"Pft–"
"Oh dear~ It seems you're starting to take after me."
"Indeed it seems." Yuu replied, even subconsciously copying the fancy accent you used.
"Oh no, you're multiplying. :0"
"Haha, we're still dragging you to apologize to your Housewarden later."
"Aww shucks.."
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early bird
request: hii i love scandalous and was if would you ever write a poly ozzie/fizz/reader fic?? no pressure or anything, i really love how you write and after the angst (and the more to come from future chapters) something cute and soft would be needed lol (also fizz in suspenders💞💞 😔)
You jolt awake at the sound of a horn. That fucking horn. No matter how many times you throw it away, Fizz, somehow, finds some way to have another one the next morning. You don’t think it’s too far-off to suspect he hides a secret stash of them somewhere in the house.
You groan, shoving a pillow over your head to conceal the noise, but it’s to no avail as Fizz pulls it from you.
Ozzie stirs, and he gently pulls your head off his chest so he can sit up just to glare at Fizz. “Could you not?”
“I think you know the answer to that.”
“Why’d you wake us up so early?” You question. “None of us has to be up until 9 today.”
“And how do you know it’s not 9?”
“The sun is literally still rising,” you tell him, pointing at the big window across the room.
“Well I woke up and I had to go to the bathroom and then I couldn’t sleep again and I tried! But I couldn’t. And I don’t wanna be the only one awake…” he pouts, and he’s obviously trying to get pity points with that so as to not get further complaints about the horn thing.
It gets Ozzie immediately. “Oh don’t make that face you know I can’t resist it.”
“Uh-huh, that’s why I make it,” he crosses his arms over his chest and smiles, tongue poking out a corner of his mouth.
You roll your eyes and suppress a smile of your own. Can’t argue with that flawless logic. “What do you even wanna do so early?”
Fizz moves his body towards you by extending his legs, getting his face impossibly close to yours as he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. You get the hint, and laugh before planting a kiss on his forehead. “You’re cute. But no way. Still too tired.”
He exaggerates an eye roll. “So lame!”
“And yet! You still love me.”
“Barely.”
“HA!” Ozzie laughs at him sarcastically.
“Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You’re a simp, Froggie.”
“Am not!”
“S-I-M-P. Simp.”
“So are you!”
“Never said I wasn’t,” Ozzie defends himself, putting his hands up in surrender.
“Okay, okay, everyone’s a simp. Now can we go get some breakfast or what?”
“Thought you said you were too tired.”
“I’m never too tired for breakfast, Froggie,” you pinch his cheek.
“Hey!” Ozzie complains, pretending to take offense to you making fun of his nickname for Fizz, despite it being a routinely occurrence since forever, and pulling him in a tight embrace.
Fizz squeezes himself out of Ozzie’s embrace, laughing, and you all get up off the bed. “Soooo what are we having?” He asks as the three of you exit the bedroom, and you both look up at Ozzie, expectantly.
“Why am I the one who has to make it?”
“I mean, I can make it if you want,” Fizz says, and the three of you laugh at the absurdity of the suggestion.
“Yeah, no.” Ozzie affirms, serious, before looking at you with a raised brow. “How ‘bout you?”
“I’m just soo, soo tired, baby, look,” you pretend to yawn, and Fizz tries (and fails) not to laugh at it.
“You help me or no deal.”
“No fair! And Fizzy just watches?”
“Thought you liked it when I… watched… you two.”
“Your charm can’t get you out of everything, you know that?”
“It’s been working so far.”
“You’re too smug sometimes, Froggie,” Ozzie comments as he crosses the kitchen to get something, not turning around to say it.
“I already said I can cook if you really want me to!”
“Not after last time!”
“See?” Fizz tells you. “He won’t let me!”
“Oh and you’re obviously sooo bummed about it.”
He smiles, and Ozzie nudges you with a pink spatula. “Here.”
You realize he’s put on his frilly, tiny baby blue apron, and smile at the sight. “You’re so cute.”
“I’m thousands of years old and, like, three times bigger than you.”
“And so what do we say?”
Ozzie lets out a giggle. “Thank you, babe,” he pulls you towards him by your waist, placing a quick kiss on your cheek.
“Okay, so what are we making? What do I do with this?” You wave the spatula he handed you around.
“What do you wanna eat?”
“Waffles!” Fizz yells out.
“Ohhh, yes!” You agree.
“I could eat some waffles,” Ozzie decides.
“Hell yeah!” Both you and Fizz exclaim at the same time, high-fiving each other.
You didn’t care about being woken up so early anymore.
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18+ (suggestive), drabble (577 words), reader wears panties
Zhongli who occasionally "charms" your boss down at the docks early in the morning while you're still sound asleep among his silk sheets – buttering him up with (real) promises to put him in touch with Hu Tao for future sponsorship opportunities, as well as praising his assortment of baked goods (often purchasing some in bulk) – all to finish his little quest by off-handedly mentioning that you're feeling a tad "under the weather".
Your boss is quick to reassure him that you can take the day off and pick up a shift another day to make up for it, none the wiser to the smug grin that curls at Zhongli's lips before he hastily parts ways to return to you.
On the other hand, you know exactly what sort of day awaits you when you feel your boyfriend shuffling underneath the many blankets, hands eagerly reaching for you as he drags you close to his warm embrace.
"Zhongli..." you warn, more like whine, through your half-awaken daze, "where were you?"
A rhetorical question, really. Both of you are well aware of his shenanigans, but he provides his usual answer nonetheless, "I was merely going for an early morning stroll, dear, but coincidentally I happened to saunter right past your boss-"
"-and blah, blah, blah, he gave me the day off...right?" You're wide awake now, eyes no longer bleary as you shoot him a pointed look.
But, surprising to absolutely no one, he's entirely unphased, "Precisely."
"You're unbelievable," you scoff, but find your resolve crumbling (as usual) as he lets his golden fingertips drag along your jaw, "you could just ask me to spend the day with you, or we could plan a day together when I'm already off from work."
Zhongli continues to make his argument, eyes half-lidded as he watches his thumb press at your bottom lip, "I once read in a novel that one of the many essences of mortal pleasures is spontaneity."
“One of many mortal pleasures?” You reiterate, allowing yourself to fall for his little game once and for all.
He lets out a soft hum in acknowledgement, shuffling the two of you until you’re pliantly beneath his larger frame. You appear ethereal before him; his button down that you adorn poorly attempting to cover your chest, your flimsy panties digging into the plush of your hips, the cor lapis necklace that he forged for you glimmering oh so beautifully against the morning sun's rays. Zhongli doesn’t think he could be more in love, that in all the years he has walked upon this soil he has never felt such a way for any single living being.
But now is not the time for such strong declarations of his utter devotion to you, he chuckles to himself, swiftly falling back into this “little game” of his with practiced ease, “Yes, many, would you care to explore these other mortal pleasures? It would be my honor to demonstrate for you, dearest.”
You’re quick to nod your head, keeping another bout of laughter from Zhongli at bay as you lean up and smack your lips onto his. Sure, eventually you’re going to have to convince this man to learn how to properly plan days for the two of you to share together that don't involve his scheming, but it’s really difficult to complain when he goes through all that effort just to spend the morning with his head eagerly between your thighs…among other things.
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Just for Tonight
Pairing: Genma Shiranui x Fem Reader (Smut)
WC: 7k
Summary: You run into an old friend, he invites you to come over and get high like old times.
Warnings Under the Cut
Warnings: mildly dubious consent (they're both high), porn with feelings, body worship, fingering, blow jobs, p in v, riding, floor sex, extremely light angst, friends to lovers
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“Funny seeing you here,” a voice rang out behind you, “it’s been a while.”
You turned around, a gentle smile spread on your face when you saw him.
“Yeah, it has, Genma.”
You never would’ve expected to see him at the market, you had hardly seen him at all over the past couple years. Things weren’t like they were when you were teenagers anymore, you had both grown up and were now in your early thirties, basically living in different worlds at this point. You mostly worked at the academy training the next generation of ninja, hardly going out into the field anymore. You wanted to settle down and start a family, while he remained one of the most active shinobi in Konoha. You had never even given thought to the idea of him grocery shopping, with how little he was around. You figured he just lived off of the rations and food pills he received on missions. Yet here he was.
He stood in casual attire, simple black pants and a turtleneck. You didn’t think you had seen him like this since your early twenties. He still wore his bandana with his signature senbon hanging from his lips, though. He hardly looked like he had aged at all, his face was still smooth and youthful, unaffected by the stress of the job. He looked at you with soft eyes and a relaxed smile.
“It’s the first time I’ve gotten a couple days off in forever, so I figured I’d run some errands like a normal person,” he let out a slight chuckle. “I know it’s been a long time, but I couldn’t resist the urge to say hi to an old friend, so,” he trailed off, “hi.”
“Hi,” you replied. You couldn't help but fall into his charm.
“So, how has the academy been treating you?” he asked. “I know kids can be a handful, so I applaud you for putting up with them,” his tone was lighthearted, a bit more sweet than you’re used to with him.
“I’ve been doing fine with the kids,” you chuckled, “you’re right, they can be a handful at times, but these children really are incredible. I can already tell the future of our village is in good hands.”
“Well, you have always liked kids, I’m surprised you don’t have any of your own yet,” he remarked.
“I would if I could, but I haven’t found the right guy yet,” you explained, “ I wanna do it right, ya know?”
“Yeah, I get it. I know you’re the type of woman who would do anything to give your children a good life, I guess making sure you find a good dad for them is pretty damn important,” he replied.
You wondered if Genma ever thought about having a family. He always struck you as the lifelong bachelor type, never settling down. He seemed to really care about his job, always active and busy, but he never seemed too stressed. He liked helping people and protecting the village, he was born to be a ninja.
“I think you’ll find him though,” Genma continued, “I think any man would be lucky to have you.”
“Thanks Gen, I appreciate it,” you smiled. You didn’t expect him to ever say anything like that, but his words warmed your heart. He had always been a genuine guy, but he tended to be a bit more of a smartass. Maybe it was the casual setting, but you liked this side of him.
“I’ve got a few more errands to run and I know you have to get your groceries home, but I was wondering,” he trailed off for a moment. “If you aren’t busy, do you wanna come over to my place and light one up like old times?” he asked. “I still live in the same apartment,” he added.
You thought about it for a moment.
“Yeah, that’d be nice,” you replied, “just give me a time and I’ll be there.”
“How ‘bout 8?” he suggested.
“Yeah, that’s good for me.”
It had only been around 1pm when you ran into him, but something made you want to finish your shopping and get home as soon as possible. Somehow, seven hours didn’t feel like enough time to get ready. Maybe you were just excited to go to an old friend’s house and hang out, not confined to the setting of a mission. You hadn’t been to his apartment in almost ten years. Sure, you had seen him plenty of times since then, you had often been assigned on missions together. You really only stopped seeing him over the past two years, since that was when you transferred to the academy. It was only natural that forgetting about the stresses of life and relaxing with a friend sounded appealing, but you couldn’t help the way your heart rate picked up thinking about it. After all, when you were younger you’d hang out with all of your friends at his apartment, but now it would just be you and him.
Once you got home and put away your groceries, you headed to the bathroom for a much needed shower. You spent a bit longer than you usually would, but you were basically operating on autopilot with your shave-day routine. After you finished in the shower, you got out and put on a nice outfit, then you proceeded to dry and style your hair. Finally, you finished up by applying your usual makeup. As you looked at yourself in the mirror, you couldn’t help but feel pretty.
It was still only 6:30 by the time you finished getting ready, so you cooked up a light dinner and ate. You knew that you and Genma would be having snacks later, so you didn’t want to overdo it. After you finished eating, you checked yourself in the mirror one more time, smiling. You looked at the clock, it was 7:30, exactly the time you needed to leave to arrive at his place by 8. You were a very punctual person, after all.
You felt nostalgic as you walked the familiar streets. You reminisced about your younger days when you and all of your friends would head to Genma’s to get high after a night of bar hopping. The next day when you showed up to get your mission briefing, you’d all be hungover. The Hokage would always chastise you all for your irresponsibility, yet you’d always end up doing it again. Eventually though, you did end up quieting down and everyone found their niche. You don’t remember when it happened, but one day everyone just got too busy to hang out, all of the shared meals, cheerful banter, and partying just stopped.
‘I guess we all had to grow up someday’ you thought to yourself.
Soon, Genma’s apartment building came into view. You didn’t know why, but nervous butterflies started flying around in the pit of your stomach. You approached his door and knocked. After a few beats, he opened it.
“Perfectly on time as always, come in,” he invited, stepping to the side so you could pass him. His tone was relaxed and casual as usual, with a slight drawl.
You smiled at him and stepped in. His apartment hadn’t changed at all in the past decade. It still had the same posters and artworks covering the walls, you wondered if he just never had the time to change the place up since your early twenties. He had the lights dimmed with the radio playing quietly in the background, it was the same atmosphere that always made his apartment the best place to get faded.
“I’m sure you already have some, but after I ran into you, I decided to buy some extra snacks. I know you always get the munchies really bad, so I hope your favorites haven’t changed in the past ten years,” you laughed.
He smiled, shaking his head to signify that they hadn’t changed. He then gestured to the kitchen bar for you to put down the grocery bag you brought.
“Thanks,” he said, adding in your name, “feel free to make yourself comfortable while I roll up.”
You nodded, complying. You walked over towards his bed, sitting on the floor with your back against it. Somehow, the floor always felt the most comfortable. You watched as he walked over to the desk under his window, opening the drawer. After all this time, he still kept his weed in the same place. He proceeded to grind up the flower and then expertly rolled up the joint. It reminded you of the time when you asked him to teach you, but your sad attempt of a joint ended up just falling apart. You tried again and again, but eventually decided to suck it up and let him keep doing it. You never quite got the hang of rolling.
You studied him as he placed his senbon on the desk and picked up the joint, bringing the paper to his mouth. You were hypnotized by the way he darted his tongue out to lick the edge, adhering the rolled joint together. A slight flush rose to your cheeks, but you shook your head to snap out of your trance before he turned around to come sit by you. Once he settled on the floor to your left, he set the ashtray that had previously been on his desk between you and passed you the unlit joint.
“What a gentleman,” you teased.
“Anything for you, sweetheart,” he smirked, lifting his lighter to the end of the joint between your fingers.
After it was lit, you dropped your head against the bed, brought it to your lips, and took a long drag. You felt the tension that had been plaguing your body lift as you exhaled the smoke. You were beginning to feel the most relaxed you had in a long time. Then, you smiled over at Genma and passed him the joint.
You watched as he angled his head back against the bed the same way you had to take his own drag of smoke. He had heavy lids and his jawline was partially obscured by the hair that his ears separated from the back of his head. He was the embodiment of relaxation, perpetually in a calm mood, even before feeling the effects of the weed. He pulled the joint away from his mouth, and after a beat, he parted his lips, blowing out the smoke towards the ceiling.
After he handed the joint back to you, Genma got up, heading to the kitchen. He grabbed the family size bag of chips from the bag of snacks you brought and opened it, eating a couple as he walked back to join you on the floor again. You took your drag, and then he traded you for the bag. You weren’t too hungry, so you didn’t eat any of the chips, but you still accepted it to free up his hands.
After a couple more puffs each, you guys finally began loosening up, transitioning into lively chatter. You told funny stories about your experiences at the academy, like all of the times your students said wildly inappropriate things. You explained how hard it was to reprimand them, since it took all of your effort to not just burst into laughter.
“Damn, kids really do say the darndest things,” he chuckled, “where do you think they’re learning how to talk like that?”
“I have no idea,” you shrugged. “I guess we weren’t too much better in our academy years, but it does seem they’re learning more and more over time. I don’t think we were that bad, though,” you added, with extra emphasis on ‘that.’
He then told you about the time he was sent on a mission to take care of an old lady in one of the neighboring villages while her family was traveling.
“It was the worst. She was pretty easy to take care of, but I did have to bathe her and help her dress. She just wouldn’t stop flirting with me,” Genma explained, “you thought the mouth on those kids was bad? That’s not even a fraction of what this woman was like. Imagine me trying to do my job and put clothes on a fully nude 85 year old who won’t stop talking dirty and ‘flaunting’ her body at me.” You were trying so hard to hold in your laughter. ”’Oh, you’re such a handsome boy, and a ninja?! I bet you have a great body under there’,” he mocked in his best old lady voice, “‘I bet big boy Mr. Ninja could make ‘ole granny feel like a young woman again.’” You were practically rolling with laughter. “She’d be running her old lady hands up and down my vest while batting her eyelashes. Do you know how hard it was to get a bra on her? It was such a nightmare to get her decent, and every time I got something on her, she’d try to pull it off again, like I’d fall in love with her or something if I saw her naked constantly. Now that I think about it, maybe she was just an exhibitionist. The worst part was, before her family left after I arrived and when they returned, she’d revert to this quiet, helpless, sweet old granny persona. They had no idea what she was really like!”
There were tears of laughter beginning to well up in your bloodshot eyes. “I forgot that for as many dangerous missions there are, there are even more silly and mundane ones.”
He took another hit and smiled. “Yeah,” he sighed, “I want to say it’s not what I signed up for, but sadly, it is.”
The joint was starting to burn too low now, so Genma snuffed it out in the ashtray he placed between you earlier. He got up and walked to the kitchen again, this time pouring you each a glass of water. He passed you one of the glasses and walked back over to the desk to roll another joint. There was an unspoken vibe between the two of you that you both wanted to get too high to worry about anything else.
“Thanks, Genma,” you praised, raising the glass to your mouth for a sip.
He hummed in acknowledgment as he worked. His back was turned to you, but you were still captivated by his movements. Your mind wandered in your haze, thinking about nothing and everything all at once. You were too spaced out to notice when he walked back over to you.
“Here,” he spoke up, catching your attention.
In the time your mind was wandering, he had already sat down and lit the joint. Now, he held it up to you. Instead of taking it with your own fingers, you just leaned into his and took a hit. You were a bit too dazed to really pay attention to your actions, not noticing as he watched you with heavy lids and a lazy smirk. You weren’t looking at him, just gazing at the wall across from you. Once you were done and exhaled the smoke, he leaned back and did the same thing.
“Thanks for inviting me over, Genma,” you mumbled, “you’re really sweet, I’m glad you’re my friend.”
“Always,” he replied, a smile evident in his tone.
It wasn't long before you began rambling about your life, the things you wished you did with your friends, your worries, your dreams. The weed was making it too hard to shut up, you just had to get out everything that was on your mind. You both stared blankly at the wall, but Genma still listened to you intently.
After a bit, you decided you had enough and stopped smoking, but he continued to smoke a bit longer. Once he felt satisfied, he set the joint on the ashtray between you. You don’t know how long you were rambling to him, but eventually you stopped and fell into a comfortable silence.
Neither of you knew how long you sat in your shared daze, just slowly blinking at the wall. At some point, you rolled your head to the right and saw the clock above his stove. You could at least make out a 1, but you weren’t sure if it was midnight or 1am.
After you stared at the clock for a while, you slowly rolled your head back over to the left and looked at Genma. He felt your eyes on him and soon, rolled his head to look at you as well.
Your heavy-lidded, bloodshot eyes made contact and you studied each other. You had no idea what he was thinking, but you couldn’t help but admire him. His pretty, brown hair fell around his face perfectly, his soft skin was illuminated by a beam of moonlight that escaped through a gap in his drawn blinds, his expression was completely neutral, but it still managed to draw you in.
He began to slightly lean in towards you, you wouldn’t have even noticed the fraction of an inch closer he got if you weren’t paying extremely close attention. Your heart fluttered and picked up a beat, but you couldn’t stop yourself from mimicking his movement, leaning in a tiny bit closer to him.
The tension in the air was so thick, you could hardly breathe, but you were too high to get flustered. He leaned in another fraction of an inch, and so did you.
His face was expressionless, but you didn’t need to read his face, you could practically hear his thoughts.
You glanced at his lips for a second as he leaned closer and you realized how bad you wanted this. Your heart was pounding in your ears, but you moved your gaze back up to his. His look said it all.
Your eyes fluttered shut and you both leaned in, closing the gap.
The second his lips met yours, a jolt of electricity buzzed through your skin. Maybe it was the weed making you sensitive or maybe it was because Genma was the person you were kissing, all you knew was that it felt like heaven.
He leaned further into you, deepening the kiss while bracing himself with his right palm on the floor behind the ashtray. He reached his left hand across his body and cupped your cheek, fingers threading their way into your hair. Soon, he nipped at your bottom lip. You opened your mouth for him in response, allowing his tongue to meet yours. The smell of weed and the taste of him was utterly intoxicating. You wanted more and more, but you didn’t know if it was possible to get enough.
Genma reveled in the sweet little sounds you made as he made out with you. He slowly began to push you back, gently moving towards laying you down parallel to the bed so he could crawl over you. However, before he could get very far, you put your palm on his chest to stop him.
He pulled away, a string of saliva still connecting your lips to his. He gave you the cutest confused look you’ve ever seen in your life, but you just gave him a sweet smile in response.
Slowly, you began pushing him back towards his original seat against the bed. He allowed you to move his body freely. Once he was in position, you crawled over to him and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. Then, you put your hands on his shoulders for support and lifted your right leg to swing it over his lower body. Now, you were straddling him.
Genma looked up at you, a cocky grin spreading across his handsome face. You lifted your hands from his shoulder to the back of his neck and pulled him into another kiss. He could feel the happy grin on your lips as you kissed him and he couldn’t help but smile back into you. He moved his hands to rest on your hips, thumbs dipping up under your shirt and rubbing soothing circles against your skin.
Genma couldn’t believe how right your lips felt against his, it was like you were made for him. You’ve known each other for over two decades now, how did it possibly take you guys this long?
You had been straddling him with your knees rigid. Your hips had been hovering above his as you held yourself up, but you decided it was time to lower yourself down. Butterflies shot up through your stomach and you let out a soft sigh as you felt his erection against you.
Genma couldn’t help but use his hands on your hips to help guide you back and forth against him, letting out his own little groans of pleasure as you continued to kiss him deeply.
Your fingers slowly moved themselves up from the nape of his neck into his hair, one hand reaching up to slide his bandana off his head. He didn’t mind as it fell off and onto the bed behind him. His hair was disheveled, but you didn’t care. You figured it would only continue to get messier.
As you continued to lazily grind against him, Genma pulled away from your mouth. He then leaned in to start leaving love bites across the column of your neck. In response, you angled your head up to give him easier access. You moaned out as you felt his teeth graze against your skin, your fingers fully entangling into his hair.
You felt so warm. Every single one of his touches sent sparks across your skin. You could only imagine how wet you were getting as his clothed cock rubbed against you. You were trying to remember if a man had ever made you feel this good before, but you couldn't think of any times. Genma has barely touched you and it already feels like he’s the only other person in the world, like he was made for you.
Once he was satisfied with his work on your throat, he moved one of his hands from your hip to up to pull the neck of your shirt to the side. His lips met the junction between your throat and shoulder and he began to bite and suck there. You didn’t care that he was stretching out the neckline of your shirt, and you didn’t care if he left visible marks on you for all to see. All that mattered was feeling him against you.
The hand that remained on your hip moved further up under your shirt and he began gently rubbing up and down across the warm skin of your side, his fingertips grazing the bottom of your bra.
After a moment, Genma decided that he was satisfied with the purple bruises he littered across your neck and shoulder. He moved his fingertips to the hem of your shirt and tugged. You got the message and stopped grinding your hips against his, finding balance. You untangled your fingers from his hair and lifted your arms up, allowing him to slowly lift your top over your head. He dropped your shirt and rested his hands back on your hips, looking up at you with lust-blown pupils as you straddled him in only your bra. You needed him to touch you, you needed to get rid of the barriers between you, so you brought your arms behind you and unclasped your bra, allowing it to fall from your shoulders onto his lap. You quickly reached down, grabbing it and then tossing it into a random section of the room.
“So pretty,” he praised, once again sliding his hands up your bare skin. He now allowed them to rest on the underside of your breasts, thumbs grazing over your hard nipples. “Can’t believe it took this long…” he trailed off.
“Genma, please,” you don’t know what you were asking him for, you just needed more.
He leaned into the apex of your right breast, latching onto your nipple. He gently massaged the area around it with his hand, kneading your other breast with his other hand as well.
You cried out as he sucked, your hips again jolting into his. He couldn’t help but meet you with tiny thrusts of his own. You couldn’t believe how collected he appeared, you were falling apart over him and he didn’t even seem to mind how little you were touching him. If only you knew how much worshiping you got him off.
Eventually, he decided your right breast had enough attention for the time being and he switched to the left. His fingers slid easily across the spit-soaked skin of your right breast as he moved to knead it. You could hardly handle the feeling as he rolled your abused nipple between his fingertips.
It was all getting to be too much, you had to feel him. Your fingers dug into the fabric of his turtleneck against his back as he sucked you. You needed it off, you needed to touch him.
He soon got the message and pulled off of you, quickly discarding his shirt.
You sat back on his hips as you studied his body. You giggled to yourself, remembering the story he told you about the horny old lady he had to take care of. Her prediction was right, he really did have a perfect body under his baggy clothes. He was lean, not super massive, but still toned and fit. There was a dusting of light freckles across his shoulders and a smattering of tawny hairs down his lower abdomen. He leaned back and gave you another cocky smile with heavy-lidded eyes as you ogled at him. As much as he wanted to take care of you, he didn’t mind the attention.
You reached out and lightly ran your fingers down the contours of his chest. You felt lines of tight scarred skin under your fingertips at points, but his scars were a lot like yours, long since faded. You were so grateful that he didn’t seem to have any recent wounds. You knew it was part of the job, but the idea of him being injured made a tear begin to well up in your eye. Working at the academy, it was rare for you to get injured now. You were really only in danger during emergencies, since of course it was still your responsibility to protect the village as a ninja. But Genma, he was still on active duty, he could be called out on a mission at any time, he could get injured at any time, he could die at any time. He wasn't yours, you had barely even seen him in two years, but you couldn't bear to lose him.
You managed to break yourself out of your negative thoughts almost as quickly as they began. You think Genma noticed the slight falter in your expression, but he didn't say anything. You were usually a pretty positive person, so you attributed the weed to making you a bit more emotional.
You brought your arms to drape around his neck and kissed him again. In response, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you flush against him. As you sat on his lap, chest to chest, heart to heart, your kisses were deep and sensual.
The room was filled with hums and sighs of pleasure, along with the sound of the ambient radio playing in the background. You felt his hands drift under the waistband of your pants and underwear to grope at your ass as he guided you across his clothed erection. It felt so good, your eyes rolled every time you even thought about what was hiding under his pants.
Lucky for him, your waistband was stretchy. Genma didn’t even need to pull your pants down, he just angled his wrists out and they slowly rolled down on their own. Once the entirety of your ass was revealed to the air you lifted your legs up one at a time, allowing him to help you completely discard your pants. After they were fully off, he stopped kissing you and angled his jaw to the side so he could rest his chin on your shoulder. He reached his right hand between your legs from the back and ran a finger through your sopping wet cunt.
“Gen-!” you cried out, practically falling limp against him. You could almost feel the smirk he had on his face as he moved to pump his index and middle finger in and out of you. You couldn't see him, but you knew his mannerisms well enough to get a good idea of what face he was making. His left hand was groping your ass as he worked you with his right. You were involuntarily pushing your hips further onto his fingers, you needed everything he could give you.
“You're doing so well for me,” he purred, his voice low and erotic.
You were quiet, biting your lip as you tried to muffle your squeaks of pleasure. Your hands were buried in his hair as if it was the only thing grounding you. Your nipples were being stimulated as they rubbed against his bare chest, blessing you with yet another wonderful sensation.
After a few moments, he pulled his fingers out of you. You whined in annoyance, but he gently shushed you, kissing your shoulder in comfort. He then reached further under you until his middle finger came in contact with your clit, his thumb now replacing where it had been previously.
You sobbed out a high pitch moan as he rubbed circles around your clit. He found the perfect angle and you could feel your impending orgasm bubble up. You were panting and mewling as he worked you.
Genma knew you were getting close by the way you were squirming against him, it only egged him on. He kept a steady pace as he rubbed gentle circles around your clit, knowing consistency was the easiest way to make a woman cum. He had found the perfect angle for you and he wasn’t going to waste it.
“You’re doing such a good job,” he whispered into your ear, enunciating your name at the end. “It’s okay, sweet girl, you can cum for me.”
You nodded your head vigorously
“Wanna cum for you, Genma. Wanna be your good girl,” you babbled between moans.
Your heavy panting soon picked up speed and you stopped being able to hear anything over the beating of your heart. Your body was already trembling as you approached your climax.
Genma continued to praise and coo at you, he knew this was it.
“Gen-, gonna-,” was the last thing you managed to get out before your orgasm hit you. You let out a choked scream as your eyes rolled back. You saw stars as Genma worked you through your climax with more gentle circles on your clit. Soon though, you started trembling really hard and you were beginning to get overstimulated. Genma didn’t want to be mean, so he pulled his hand away from you and you slumped against him.
Now it was his turn to groan as he felt your bare, soaked pussy land atop the outline of his clothed cock. He knew how ready you were for him, your slick had dripped down the back of his hand all the way to his wrist as he fingered you earlier. He could hardly wait to feel you around him.
Genma lightly held you, bringing his right hand up to pet your hair. He didn't even care that he was getting it sticky with the release you dripped onto his hand earlier.
“Hey, hey,” he cooed, coaxing you out of your slump.
You pulled away from him and looked up at him with your pretty, bloodshot eyes. You backed up off of his lap, fully nude and perfect. Genma was entranced by your beauty, his high making you seem nothing short of a goddess. He watched as you reached out and placed your hand over his cock. He groaned out and lightly bucked up into you as you palmed him.
“Genma, I wanna see,” you drawled.
“Anything for you,” he smiled in response.
He moved to hook his hands under the waistband of his pants, lifting his hips to roll them down. You watched him intently, slowly blinking as he revealed the rest of his body to you. He was absolutely perfect.
Your mouth watered at the sight of him. His hair was disheveled and sticking to various parts of his flushed face, his chest was rising and falling with heavy inhales, and his perfect, thick cock bobbed against his lower abdomen. He swallowed as he watched a drip of slick from your cunt roll down your inner thigh.
You reached your right hand out and wrapped your fingers around his cock, rubbing small circles over the head. His cock was heavy and warm with a drop of precum threatening to roll down the tip. Genma groaned and sighed as you familiarized yourself with it.
You leaned over, maneuvering yourself to rest on your stomach. You couldn't bear to not taste him, so you allowed your tongue to lick over the tip, picking up the bead of precum that had been resting there. He tasted absolutely divine.
You gently wrapped your lips around just the head of his cock, licking and sucking the tip. Your hand pumped the lower part of his shaft. Your movements were slow and lazy, his panting and groaning encouraging you. You knew you could easily stay here, sucking his delicious cock for hours, but today wasn't the day.
Genma moved his fingers to your head, lifting you off of him. He proceeded to guide your lips up to his again and you crawled up to meet him.
His kisses were so soft and deep, you never thought he would be such a sensual lover. You always figured he'd be more of a player, quick and rough, just from his personality. But he never actually talked about his sexual exploits, not even when you and your friends were all young and horny. Right now, he was treating you like he loved you, it warmed your heart and broke it all at once.
Now you were straddling Genma again, this time the both of you were fully nude. Your slick pussy caught against his cock every once in a while as you moved against him. His hands came down to rest on your waist, helping guide your hips back and forth over him.
Soon, you began getting impatient. You reached between your bodies and grabbed his cock, angling it towards your cunt. But before you could sink down on him, he stopped you. You looked up at him, meeting his eyes.
“I-,” he stuttered out, “I don't know if I could ever be the man you're looking for, the man you deserve,” he trailed off, “but maybe just for tonight.”
His words made your bloodshot eyes well up with tears. You just smiled at him and leaned in to kiss him again. He brought one of his hands to your cheek and wiped away the stray tear droplets.
As you kissed Genma, you still held his cock angled towards your core. You sank down on it, and both of you sighing in relief as he bottomed out. He filled you up so perfectly, stretching you in all the right ways.
You pulled away from the kiss and wiped the stray strands of hair away from his pretty face. His eyes were closed and his brows were furrowed as you began riding him, small moans were escaping his mouth.
You were letting out sounds of pleasure as he ran his hands across your body. Everything felt absolutely perfect, and your shared high made you so sensitive, increasing your pleasure exponentially.
Genma soon opened his eyes as he guided you up and down. He noticed your gaze was fixed, watching his cock disappear in and out of you. Eventually your eyes made their way back up, locking with his.
In that moment, a wave of images flashed through Genma’s eyes. He saw how you looked when you first met, how you teased him growing up, even though he only ever played along, never giving you the satisfaction of successfully messing with him. He saw your pretty smile when you and your friends went on a picnic, he spent that whole day trying not to let it slip that he was absolutely enamored by the beauty you exuded in your sundress. He thought of the way you laughed loudly when you were high, not caring about anything else. He saw the bittersweet expression you gave him the day you told him that you were going to transfer to the academy, no longer joining him on missions. He even saw memories of things that never happened. He saw you on your wedding day as you walked down the aisle towards him, he saw you pregnant with his baby, and he saw you surrounded by your shared children.
Genma was absolutely in love with you. He wanted to be the man you chose to spend your life with, but right now he didn’t have a life to give you. It hurt, the idea of you settling down with someone else, but he couldn’t hold you back for his own selfish reasons. He had to let you fly free and make your own choices, it wouldn't be fair to prevent you from building a family now by making you wait for him.
His face wasn’t showing the complex emotions he was feeling, it just conveyed the pleasure of great sex. Genma couldn't help but pull you flush against him again. If he couldn't have you forever, if this was his only chance, he needed to feel all of you right now.
You were mewling and whimpering against him, pussy tightening as he thrust up into you. He felt so amazing and you couldn't get enough.
Genma began peppering kisses against you, against your face, your neck, your shoulder. He then brought a hand between you and started rubbing circles around your clit again.
You were practically sobbing against him as you bounced on his cock. He knew he wasn't going to last long either. Your name escaped his mouth, and his escaped yours. You were babbling praises and he was showering you with affection.
“Where do you want it?” he asked as he strained against you.
“Inside, Gen, please I need it inside,” you cried out.
“Are you sure? I won't do it if you aren't sure,” he choked out.
“Yes Genma- please, I need it, I trust you,” you responded.
His heart fluttered at the sound.
The feeling of him inside of you and the pressure he was putting on your clit was too much, you were about to cum. You could tell that he was about to as well.
You screamed out as your orgasm hit you, his hitting at the same time. He pulled your body as tightly against him as possible as he milked himself into you, letting out a mixture of praises, expletives, and your name.
He couldn't remember the last time he came this hard, and neither could you.
As you came down from your shared high, your heartbeats slowed and your bodies relaxed. He hugged you and rubbed soothing circles on your back.
He wanted to tell you he loved you, but he knew he couldn't. He knew saying it would come with expectations, expectations he couldn't meet. The last thing he wanted to do was break your heart and hold you back from your dreams.
You leaned back, pulling Genma in for another deep kiss, his cock still buried inside you. This kiss was gentle, it wasn't a kiss of lust, but one of pure love.
He melted into you, smiling.
“Genma, thank you, thank you for taking care of me,” you praised. You wanted to tell him you loved him, but you knew it would only put a pressure on him that he didn't need. You really had always loved him, but you never acted on it. You knew he would always be just out of reach.
Eventually, you began to get up, smiling at him as you pulled off. You found your panties and pulled them on, along with your shirt. Once you were slightly decent, you walked over to his bathroom to go take your post-sex pee and freshen up.
As the bathroom door closed, he got up and found his briefs, pulling them on. He picked up the ashtray with the half smoked joint and put it on his desk, he also cleared away both of your discarded water cups.
He was undeniably tired, the late hour mixed with the weed was starting to hit him. So, he crawled into his bed.
After a few minutes, you walked out of the bathroom and saw him in his bed, pressed up next to the wall. He left his covers folded over, inviting you to get in.
“Come here,” he smiled, “ I’m not gonna make you walk home at this hour, especially not in the state you’re in.”
Your face lit up with joy and you ran over to crawl into the bed with him, settling with your head against his chest, his arm wrapped around you. You both breathed in a slow, steady rhythm, quickly drifting off to sleep.
You woke up with sunlight filtering through the gaps in Genma’s closed blinds. For a moment, you forgot where you were, but you quickly remembered. You were engulfed by Genma’s scent, his heart was beating under your ear, and his arm was still wrapped around you. You smiled to yourself as you blinked away the sleep.
You slowly angled your head up to look at him and his eyes met yours, he was already awake. He smiled at you with pure adoration.
Looking at you waking up next to him, Genma swore to himself that if you still weren't married by the time he was ready to settle down, he would do it himself.
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january 12 - stretch || @jegulus-microfic || wc: 787 || pt 2, pt 3
James felt sunlight dance over his face and hands as he pushed his glasses, charmed to become sunglasses according to the level of light in the room (hours of work, but he was proud of the finished product), up into his hair. He sighed. He could feel eyes on him again, which was fine, he didn’t mind being watched really, but it was Regulus—he knew without even opening his eyes—and this had happened every day since it had gotten warm enough to leave the castle and hang out by the lake.
James had half a mind to open his eyes and catch him in the act, but he knew Regulus would immediately retreat, and he didn’t feel like waiting until tomorrow to try and actually speak with him. He stretched leisurely, for show, before packing up his things and heading in the direction of the castle, pulling out the map surreptitiously on his way. Regulus was where James knew he would be, right on the edge of the forest and tucked behind a dip in the lake that most people walked right past.
He looked around before he doubled back, grinning to himself at the prospect of sneaking up on Regulus, maybe watching him go red at being caught. Nothing serious, but he had a free hour, and a flustered Regulus was always fun to talk to.
He walked around the back of the clearing and leaned against a tree, watching Regulus read one of the countless books that he always kept miniaturized in his pocket. He huffed a laugh to himself– Regulus wasn’t the only one who watched.
James shifted his weight from one foot to the other, preparing to walk further into the clearing, but before he could, Regulus looked up, caught James’ eye, and froze completely. James would have laughed if he didn’t know how painfully shy Regulus was, and how much anxiety a single interaction could give him. Sirius felt the same way sometimes, though he hid it behind boisterous energy and charm that had been bred into him since he could talk. Regulus hadn’t been given the same attention.
“Hi.” James decided to get the ball rolling the best way he knew how– going with the flow.
Regulus didn’t say anything, choosing instead to flick his eyes from James’, down to his lap and then back up again, lip curling up derisively but a hint of nervousness still evident in his demeanor.
“Whatcha doing over here?” James tried.
“Reading, Potter. New fad, doubt you’ve heard of it. Please go away now,” Regulus replied all in one breath.
“Okay yeah cool, not a problem,” James said, grinning. “I was just. You know. Curious if you wanted anything from me.”
Regulus flushed immediately, his pale skin not doing anything to hide his reaction. “I don’t want anything to do with you, actually. Thanks for asking.”
“So you’re just staring for fun?”
“What are you talking about?” James didn’t realize it was possible for Regulus to turn any redder, but his blush deepened, spreading across his neck and down under his collar at James’ question.
“Oh it’s just. I see you, you know. You’re not exactly covered by anything. And generally, staring is considered rude. I don’t mind, being the benevolent soul that I am, but you might want to–” James tapped his head twice at this last bit. “--keep that in mind. For future…staring purposes.”
“Merlin,” Regulus huffed, seemingly over his bout of embarrassment at being caught out. “Thank you for the tip, oh Benevolent Master, but I won’t be needing it.”
“Oh?”
“No.” Regulus cocked his head to the side, giving James a full once-over before speaking, his voice now soft, verging on sultry. “What makes you think I didn’t want you to notice?”
James’ mouth went dry, and instinctively, he took a step closer to Regulus, drawn in by some force— the same one that had derailed this conversation so entirely from what he’d been expecting. Regulus laughed once, a bright, sharp thing, as he gathered his things, stood up, and made for the castle. He turned around right before the edge of the clearing, backlit and a little bit breathtaking. How James had never noticed this before, he wasn’t sure.
“See you tomorrow, Potter. Same time, I assume,” Regulus tossed at him before turning back around. He was halfway up the hill by the time James had gathered the wherewithal to say anything at all.
“I guess so, Regulus,” he muttered under his breath, feeling like he had just lost a game he hadn’t even known he was playing. He started his own trek across the grass as he thought. Regulus had his attention now. And James loved a good game.
#this feels like it might need a part two but. i'm not sure#we'll see what happens#anyway#benevolent master james- at your service#regulus is so embarrassed#he's perfect#jegulus#james x regulus#jegulus microfic#sunseeker#starchaser#marauders#marauders fic#my writing#vee's microfic
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This is... Very much self-indulgent and for my own comfort right now. So, excuse anything that may be off, or a bit OOC. TW: Apathy crisis, existential crisis.
Cronus Ampora x Reader - Apathy
Cronus was never the smartest fish in the sea when dealing with people, especially when it is other's feelings. He may seem like the emotional type of guy (he has cried multiple times for human love songs), but dealing with others is way out of his league. He - and the rest of the Beforus trolls for that matter - keep wondering how he managed to actually score one. He was used to shooting his shot at others and missing by well over a mile, so his oh-so-not-smooth flirts actually hitting a soft spot for you made him lose his composure, and get fidgety. An adorable view, truly. Though in past times his bluntness and lack of emotional knowledge never affected you, it seemed as though fate had other plans. Apathy. Something all 13 of you have become used, almost acquaintances to. Sadly, being used does not mean it is easy to deal with. Some of you, like Meulin and Rufioh, have mastered the art of surrounding yourself with others to get better. Latula and Porrim tend to dive into hobbies to lessen the effects. You? Oh... Even after what seemed like thousands of years, it is a mystery what actually helps you. That is why, this time, Cronus went too far for you. It was simple, you were faking till you got better, but he ran his mouth too much. "Heyy~ hot stuff, are ya mad at somefin? Did'ya stub yer toes? Ya so dry it shorelly must'vwe been somefin goin' on." A pause, and an answer "I don't know what you're talking about Cro." "Huh? C'mon, bae~ Lemme guess... Meenah talked shit 'bout yer hair?" "Is... there something with my hair?" "wvah- NONONO! No it, uh, it looks as great as ya! Like alwvays, I just, uh, y'knowv howv she can get, haha!" You knew he was not trying to make you mad, yet... He didn't seem charming when being a dork, this time. Your pause, the look in your void white eyes that stared at his, and your look at the distance. That showed him something really was up. And also that he fucked up big time by running his mouth today. "Hey... Hey, look at me." "What?" "Y'knowv ya can trust me, right? Ya been here for me, wvhat good of a matesprit wvould I be if I didn't do the same?" ... "It's the... the thing, again. This stupid thinkpan of mine can't seem to co-work with my bloodpumper. It's like... Y'know how, like, sometimes the reality hits us? that... that we are gonna be here, forever. We will never grow old, travel the world, or... or have a life, again. We are stuck in the bubbles, and we don't have a future ahead of us anymore. Any... certainty we had once, from the moment our session ended, it will never occur, like, ever again." "Wvoah..." It took a while, the two of you staring at the abyss, on the edge of the dreambubble you two have been sitting on, a special place for you, as this is one of your bubbles. No one said anything. You couldn't feel uncomfortable, at that moment. The lack of emotions took a deep toll on you, but you instinctively looked at Cronus. When he looked at you, however, he didn't seem worried. Or afraid. He took his goofy fake 'human' cigarette put it on the corner of his mouth, and gave you his side grin. Not the smug one, the one he puts whenever he is really confident about what he is going to say. "I mean, ya not wvrong, by any means but... heh... Do ya think it is bad? I mean, hey! Wve are gonna be all here forevwer, so that means wve can at least, like, be together for eternity or wvathevwer. I used to be pretty damn bad wvith these apathy shellnanigans but... I'm not really that afraid anemonemore. I havwe the best fuckin' matesprit in the wvhole 'bubbles and, like, I'm pretty damn shore I can live the rest of a boring eternity if I havwe ya to make it interestin'!" As you two stared to the far, far void of nothing, outside the bubble, you instinctively reached a hand on top of his, which, as always, sent his face into a violet blush mess, and managed to drag a smile and chuckle out of you. "Can't complain with that, really."
#TW: apathy crisis#TW: existential crisis#homestuck#homestuck x reader#cronus ampora#cronus ampora x reader#cronus x reader
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Borderlands: Debt or Alive
"You seem to misunderstand who you're talking to," I growled. "We did this to save you. We're the good guys." "Funny," Fittzwiggins said, a cruel smile curling his lip. "I seem to remember one Handsome Jack saying much the same thing."
Things I was expecting from Borderlands: Debt or Alive--my girls, guns, and fun.
Things I got from Borderlands: Debt or Alive--my girls, guns, fun, Rhysha goodness, Fiona being Very Gay, existential crises, and class revolution.
A solid entry into the Borderlands universe, Anthony Burch doesn't disappoint, returning with the same wit and charm to his writing that made me fall in love with Borderlands 2. Fast-paced and action-packed, this isn't your standard novel and reads almost like a movie script, but it's so much fun, and, well, so MUCH FUN!!!
(If you haven't played Borderlands 2 and Tales from the Borderlands, this book might not make much sense or be enjoyable for you, just a head's up.)
After running and gunning for so long, when con artist sisters Fiona and Sasha finally get their Big Break, they find themselves wallowing in apathy, missing...what, they're not quite sure, but whatever it is, it's preventing them from enjoying their new life of luxury. It only takes Sasha's second death, Fiona's first death, Deathtrap's destruction (don't worry, he gets rebuilt!), Gaige's torture (twice), and an uprising against Eden-5's uber wealthy Elite for them to figure it out, but they get there!
I was hoping--PRAYING--for some Rhysha goodness, and Burch more than delivered; in-between bouts of dealing with her own mortality and the cold realization that nothing awaits her after death, Sasha examines her life, where she's at, what her future holds, and where Rhys slots into it all. I've compiled the following list of Rhysha moments:
Chapter 1 p. 13-14 - Taking place during the last battle with the Guardian, Sasha reflects over the events of Tales, with an emphasis on how she developed feelings for Rhys (and vice versa), largely due to how loyal he was to his friends and the lengths he'd go to protect them. p. 16 - Sasha's death scene, where Rhys is sobbing uncontrollably (described as "heartbreak" by Fiona) and Sasha thinks to herself that he's "[d]umb as a rock" but that he has a "big heart".
Chapter 2 p. 20 - Fiona wonders if she's going to be stuck in the Vault forever while Rhys is free to go and hit on her sister. p. 25 - Sasha's eyes light up with joy, something they haven't done since they were kids--and, Fiona adds in a footnote, since Rhys started flirting with her (she tries not to think about that though). p. 27 - Sasha wishes for a Vaultlander collectible from the Vault, something she learned about from Rhys. He told her about them when she "accidentally brushed my hand against Rhys's arm and he got so nervous he wouldn't stop talking about these things for twenty minutes." Fiona tells her that she can do better, to which Sasha tells her to stop being "such a mom" and that Rhys is "a nice guy".
Chapter 4 p. 39 - The sisters discuss the Vaultlander, Rhys, and whether or not Rhys has ever taken his Vaultlander figures out to play with them (he told Sasha that he hasn't because they're a "sound financial and artistic investment"; the sisters both think he has though).
Chapter 6 p. 50-51 - NOT Rhysha related, but just one--and the most significant--of the many sections that screamed "FIONA LOVES WOMEN!!!!" to me. There is no hetero explanation for the amount of detail with which Fiona observes Holloway. NONE. Chapter 9 p. 71 - Sasha says that meeting Rhys couldn't have been for nothing. Chapter 10 p. 79 - Sasha is able to get a debt cuff off of Fiona because Rhys taught her how to hack. This comes in handy several times throughout the book. Chapter 15 p. 111 - Fiona notes that Sasha ECHOchats with Rhys almost every day. Chapter 16 p. 114-116 - Half of this chapter is Sasha talking to Rhys. Both admit that they miss each other, even if they're in a weird are-we-or-aren't-we place. Sasha thinks that Rhys is a kind, handsome himbo with ambition. Rhys blushes while saying she means a lot to him and Sasha realizes that she likes him. Chapter 31 p. 220-226 - Soooo much happens in these pages! The first thing that comes up is that Sasha notices the beginning of Rhys's mustache and that he's altered his voice. The tone turns serious when Rhys asks if he can call her his girlfriend, to which Sasha apologizes and says that she's not ready for that until she knows that she can promise him with certainty the future that he deserves. Rhys understands and is willing to do whatever is necessary as long as she's happy, to which Sasha admits to herself that she can see them being more--eventually. Things take a MORE serious turn when Rhys asks her how she's doing and Sasha tells him the truth--the full truth, which isn't something she normally would do, but feels comfortable doing so with Rhys because she cares about him and actually wants to let him in to her life. Rhys helps the sisters get back on track and renews their fighting spirits. Chapter 32 p. 227 - Fiona once against questions why Sasha is crushing on Rhys when his brilliant idea to disguise the guns he sent to them is by writing "Not Guns" on the pallets. Sasha says that his heart is in the right place, to which Fiona responds, "[w]here his brain should be." p. 228 - Sasha quotes Rhys ("Mustaches are a facial accoutrement that convey trustworthiness, masculinity, and culture without ever needing to leave the cozy confines of one's upper lip."), much to Fiona's horror, and when his parroted words succeed in swaying the secbot to let the "mustache wax" (pallets of guns) through, Sasha gets an air of "see-Rhys-can-be-useful-who-looks-silly-now" about her. Chapter 34 p. 237-242 - Taking up the bulk of this chapter, Fiona and Sasha argue over Sasha and her inability to make up her mind when it comes to whether or not she wants to be in a relationship with Rhys. Fiona points out that they're not living out of a caravan anymore, not constantly on the run, and that Rhys is a "decently handsome idiot who worships the ground you walk on", going so far to admit that she--Fiona--even likes him. She encourages Sasha to make a decision one way or the other--it's only fair to the both of them. Chapter 36 p. 255 - Fiona hands Sasha a note that Rhys handwrote for her that he sent with the gun shipment. A "big, dumb smile" appears on Sasha's face. Epilogue p. 308-309 - Fiona sends a text-only ECHOcomm to Rhys. Fiona thanks Rhys for everything he's done for her, and for being good to Sasha (of course, she follows up by saying that if he's ever NOT good to her, she'll hunt him down and fill his brain with bullets). She reluctantly congratulates him on officially being Sasha's "long-distance boyfriend".
…and there you have it! RHYSHA GOODNESS IN THE YEAR 2024 THANK YOU ANTHONY BURCH!!!!!
Even without all that Rhysha goodness, Debt or Alive is a solid book and a wild ride with plenty of love, laughs, and anarchy. (Side note: The sisters' last name is Dillon? Dillon?????)
#fiona dillon#fiona the con artist#sasha dillon#sasha the kid sister#gaige dimartino#rhys strongfork#rhysha#borderlands: debt or alive#tales from the borderlands#borderlands 2#borderlands#musings of a siren#text
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Helloooo
Hope you’ve been doing well!!
So I’ve been on a manhwa binge recently, reading a lot of villainess isekai into otome/novel, I’m such a sucker for those, I mean pretty dresses and harem of hot guys sign me up hahhaha ,and idk whether if you’ve read them, but do you have any favourites??
Was thinking of a villainess isekai plot with bsd haha, like dazai can be the crown prince, either the cold tyrant or playboy flirt, like he can fit either bill hahha. Chuuya can be the dragon duke/knight commander/bodyguard ??? Idk he can fit a lot of roles. And reader is the poor lucky soul that gets isekai as a villainess
Those isekai have such good romances, thinking bout the sweet moments you can have with dazai or chuuya hahah sometimes it gets cliches but I can’t help but love it
Can be a classic plot of reader who finds out she isekai into the villainess who’s arranged engaged with the crown prince that kills her in the future and tries desperately to break of the engagement and dazai who is at first apathetic towards the reader but after seeing her changed unexpectedly and becomes a mystery to him, he gains a interest in her that turns into love and now he’s the one desperately trying to keep the engagement hahah
Just thinking bout a otome game with dazai as a love interest urghhhh, he’s got so many red flags but he’s so prettttyy hwjdhjd hahhah, maybe he’ll be one of the harder love interest to capture, so many chances for a bad ending
Its been on my brain for a while so here’s a doodle of prince dazai
I HAVEN'T READ ANY BUT I'VE BEEN MEANING TO, DO YOU HAVE ANY RECS ???
omg ... crown prince dazai & knight commander chuuya ... reader isekai'd as the villainess GUYS, ARE WE ADDING ANOTHER VERSE TO THE DAZAIVERSE ????? okay wait because also kaifhiuashfsadiuf don't these manhwa's usually have like a character that would have been the female lead because LODFKJASIOFHSAOIDFH that WOULD turn me into the villianess if dazai is going to be itnerested in another girl SORRY LOLLL
okay but no lets talk about this
crown prince dazai -> i don't think he'd be the stereotypical crown prince, he's probably apathetic toward his duties - if he doesn't outright disregard them - and he probably resents villainess because it's his duty as prince to marry her. eventually something happens between the two of them that leads to her execution and BOOM reader is isekai'd as the villainess at the beginning of the plot again. reader as villainess is NOT interested in her engagement to dazai and tries to convince her 'father' to call it off. THIS catches dazai's attention because it's the typical 'wdym she doesn't want me?' and that makes him want HER. so now he's desperately trying to charm her because she wants nothing to do with him and is actively trying to break off the engagement
knight commander chuuya -> he's all duty, duty, duty. maybe the villainess/reader is from a foreign kingdom that they'd been at war with so he's on edge the entire time her and her family are at the castle.... BUT ... but what if, in the original game, knight commander!chuuya was the only one to really get to know the villainess and was one of the few against the execution and cared about her. maybe he stumbled upon her one day while she was in the gardens upset over how her engagement w dazai is falling apart because the man actively despises her, and he's like oh wow... she isn't just some cruel bitch she's just a girl that wants to be loved. now when reader is isekai'd she obviously doesn't tell anyone BUT i imagine chuuya might be one of the ones she knows she might be able to rely on because she knows from the og game that he's genuinely a decent person
omg .... TUMBLR USER CHERERRRY SEND ME UR RECS AND I MIGHT READ THEM AND BE TEMPTED TO WRITE AN AU
ALSO UR PRINCEZAI HAS ME SOOOOO CHARMED I ADORE HIM SO MUCH <3333
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𝗼𝗵 𝗺𝘆 𝗴𝗼𝗱 𝘀𝗵𝗲’𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗳𝘂𝗹
𝘃𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝗸𝘆𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘃!𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀
𝗮/𝗻, 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 : ‘𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝗺𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸' 𝗯𝘆 𝗯𝗼𝘆 𝗽𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗺𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲, 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱.
"staring at her, can't help it, thinking 'bout her 'cause oh my god, she's beautiful"
“are you fucking deaf?”, his classmate's voice is heard, but tuned out. of course, you’re in front of him, it makes sense. your body moving swiftly as you turn to pick up your jacket from your chair, grab your bag, make your way out the door and give a smile towards your teacher, you didn't feel real, but more like an angel that had arrived from the heavens, a goal given to knock his breath away. sure was working a charm.
– matsuno chifuyu, inui seishu, mitsuya takashi, baji keisuke, hanemiya kazutora
“i never understood, why me? ‘cause she’s just so good, my god she’s beautiful”
clinging to him, him. not anyone else, just him, on his bike, fully occupying his thoughts. he wishes you would never let go, he knows if he said this out loud, he’d be made fun of till his end, but the truth was the truth. he speeds more past the other cars just to impress you, taking a glimpse in his rearview mirror to see your glowing face admiring the view of the bridge you're crossing over. sharp turns take place and he fucking loves it when you subconsciously hold onto him tighter, he loves you trusting and feeling safe around him.
– haitani rindou, kawata nahoya, hanma shuji, ryuguji ken, sano manjiro, sano shinichiro
“but what if she finds out i’m a loser no, i don't wanna lose her to someone else, i hope she loves me”
he sometimes wonders, no, it’s something that plagues his mind every day. he thinks about why you chose him, there were definitely other people who would pine over you constantly. thinking about you when they saw your favourite food, or your favourite song would start over the radio, and they’d turn it up just because it reminded them of you. but he never doubts the things he’d do just to see you smile another day. he never doubts the things he’d do to make sure you’re kept safely by his side and never in fear of him. all just for you.
– hanma shuiji, hanemiya kazutora, sanzu haruchiyo, kurokawa izana
“figure out how to ask her if we’re on the same page am i allowed to be thinking ‘bout forever? don’t wanna waste her time.”
it was just supposed to be one of the midnight walks you’d both take to the local convenience store until a little friend showed up. your giggles filled his ears as the cat that had approached you pushed its head further into your hand. god, you looked and sounded like a pure angel. your excited claims continued to reach his ears as his usual thoughts about the future you would both have plagued his mind. he wanted to start approaching a more domestic phase, slowly thinking about maybe looking for a new home, a home you both choose and a place where you maybe make your relationship official by law. it all sounded like a dream, something way too far out of his reach, something you may not agree to for more than a few reasons. but he knows damn well it’ll be a great idea if you agreed.
– kakucho, haitani ran, mitsuya takashi, shiba hakkai, sano shinichiro, haitani rindou, kokonoi hajime, ryuguji ken
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SoapGraves: Something Might Be There
(Onesided SoapGhost, mentioned/past RoachGhost)
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He noticed small things here and there. Lingering stares, and if they brushed fingertips passing something off Graves would take his time pulling away. A pat on the back felt warm, affectionate. Ghost noticed too and when they were alone, he brought it up.
"He's taken a liking to you."
Soap scoffed, "Sure he has."
It was like as soon as Ghost said something, Soap started to notice it more. He swore he caught Graves just daydreaming while he looked at him, just slightly smiling. Soap didn't say anything, he wasn't sure what he would say if he did. Graves was attractive, charming. Much more attainable than Ghost. Whenever he tried to be friendly, Ghost brushed him off. Sure, sometimes he would laugh at his jokes or even make dumb jokes himself, but didn't seem to really mean anything to him.
It was like Ghost, in the beginning, was cold and uncaring. Then he began to open up, started to put down his walls. Then, without warning, the walls came back up. Soap never stopped trying, but it was getting more and more discouraging. One evening, after a mission that went sour (thanks to Soap ignoring a direct order), Soap tried to ease things over with Ghost after getting chewed out by Price.
"How 'bout a drink, yeah?"
"No, I have files to fill out after you botched the mission."
It was such a cold exchange and Ghost shoved past him so harshly that Soap almost lost his footing. Soap knew Ghost was mad, but he didn't think he was that mad. His words had stabbed into Soap's heart. So he decided he would go have that drink... Alone. Soap made his way to the local bar in the town neighboring the base. He saw a few fellow taskforce members and Shadows there, plus some of the locals. Soap found himself a isolated spot at the bar and got himself a drink.
Apparently Gaz was there and noticed him. The man made his way over after excusing himself from the table he sat at.
"Hey, man. You look like you had a rough day. Or should I say week?"
Soap knocks back his drink before asking the bartender for another.
"Week has been shit, but today makes it seem like that was a walk in the park."
Gaz sucks in some air through his teeth before sitting next to him. Soap gets his drink and doesn't waste time downing half of it.
"Slow down! It's not going anywhere."
Soap humorlessly laughs, "Plan on downing as much as I can before I have to go back to the base."
"Shit, what happened?"
"Fucked up on the field. Pissed of Price and Ghost. Especially Ghost. And the good lord and everyone and their mammy knows that Ghost does not let shit go easily."
Gaz winces. He sits there silently and Soap decides to talk. To rant, actually.
"I feel like no matter what I do, if I fuck up or not, Ghost just doesn't care. He pushes me to the side whenever he doesn't have to interact with me, sometimes he doesn't even acknowledge me on the field!"
Gaz has a look on his face that was full of pity. Soap finishes his drink and asks for another.
"God, we were doing so good for a bit. Felt like there might've actually been a connection! Like he was opening up to me! Then in a blink of an eye he's back to acting like- Like-"
Soap groans loudly in frustration before hitting his head on the bar counter. Gaz pats his back, shaking his head.
"I know you like him, but I don't see it going anywhere. He's too hung up on the past to focus on the future."
"Roach died fucking ten years ago!"
Soap winces when he realizes how loud he said that. Gaz glares at the people who stared until they looked away.
"Look, he needs a therapist. That much is certain."
Soap laughs, "Damn straight."
The rest of the night goes by quickly. Soap ended up getting cut off and in his drunken state became royally pissed off. Gaz did his best to herd Soap out of the bar with the help of some buddies but the Scotsman was proving difficult. Right as they got to the door, Soap whipped around and pointed at Gaz.
"I-I'm not going back! I live here now!"
"Johnny-"
"Don't call me that! Don't you dare call me that!"
Gaz stepped back as Soap stepped closer, a fire in his eyes. The bell rings as someone walks in and Soap turns to see Graves. It was surprising to see him considering he almost never went out to drink unless he had something to celebrate. Much like Price.
"Easy, soldier."
Gaz turns to look at the Shadows who had gathered at a couple pushed together tables not long after Soap started to get rowdy. Two of the Shadows pointed at one of them who held up his phone and shrugged. Seems like Soap was at that point where the Shadows thought it was necessary to contact their superior officer. And it did seem necessary.
"How 'bout we go out and get you something to eat, how does that sound?"
Gaz was almost surprised to see Soap visibly calming down in Graves' presence. Graves looks to Gaz and the others and waves them off in a "Everything is under control" manner before turning back to Soap. Soap was swaying in place, and if a strong breeze were to flow by, he might tip over. Over a long silence, Soap nods. Graves wraps a arm around the man's soldiers and leads him out of the bar.
Soap was practically leaning his full weight against Graves as they walked down the street. They went to a Mexican restaurant and Graves got Soap some tacos. They sat at one of the outside tables, Graves figuring the cool night air would help Soap sober up. Though he doubted that he would be sober at any point in the near future.
"How's the tacos?"
"Fucking delicious," said Soap, mouth half full.
Graves takes a tip of his drink as Soap eats. Once he got to his third taco, he spoke.
"Did you drive to town?"
"Walked."
"Ah. Well, I don't see you walking back. How about I give you a lift."
Soap starts to laugh loudly, "I'm not that easy!"
Graves snorts at the combination of Soap's thickened accent and the slur in his voice.
"Not like that, Soap."
"Nuh uh. So is!" Soap leans close like he's trying to tell Graves a secret, "I see how you look at me."
Graves flushes and Soap laughs again. He then winks, "I don't mind. You can look all you want."
Graves shakes his head as Soap finishes his tacos. Graves helps Soap stand who found it hard to get out of the chair, "C'mon, let's get you back to base and in bed."
"Wow! You can't wait, can you?"
Graves seems to ignore him and leads him up the street to where his car is parked.
"Y'know, maybe I will be easy. Just this once."
Graves keeps quiet as he let's Soap ramble. At first it was very, very bad and corny pick up lines. But it turned into Soap just talking about whatever came to mind. The night sky to the cracks in the sidewalk. When they got to Graves' car Soap pointed at Graves, his finger inches from the American's nose.
"You're drunk! I'll drive!"
"Sure, fat chance."
After several minutes of struggling to wrangle Soap, Graves manages to get him in the car, Soap finally gives and sits. As Graves reached over him to buckle him in, Soap gropes his bicep and whistles.
"When we get married, you're carrying me down the aisle."
Graves mutters to himself, "Lord give me strength."
"Think he already did."
The drive to the base seemed impossibly long considering they had to stop several times for Graves to get Soap in the seat after he took his seat belt off. When they finally got to base and were walking in, Soap stopped and grabbed Graves by his shoulders.
"Let's go on a date."
Graves shakes his head, a fond look on his face, "Try asking me that again when you're sober."
Soap stares at Gravea before he twirls in place. After spinning three times and almost falling, he stops and turns to Graves.
"I'm sober now! How about a date?"
"Soap, you're still drunk."
Soap frowns, "Oh..."
Graves laughs and puts a arm on Soap's shoulders, "C'mon, time for bed."
It was safe to say that they did not make it to the barracks with Soap's dignity in tack. Graves felt bad for him as he managed to get to Soap's room finally. He had to take Soap's shoes off and force him to lay down in bed. Soap kept insisting that he wasn't tired, but as soon as his head hit the pillow, he was out. And when he woke with his head pounding and a sense of dread, he knew he acted like an idiot the previous night.
He tried to piece together what all had happened the night before but after his fifth drink everything went black. He remembered Gaz being there so he decided to go talk to him about what happened. It took him a minute to find him considering his phone was dead, but he eventually found him in the gym. Gaz noticed him quickly and walked over to him.
"Hey man, how you feel?"
"Like shit. Listen, I do not remember shit about last night. Do you know if I did anything stupid?"
A Shadow laughs loudly, "Did you do anything stupid?"
Soap turns and Gaz glares, "I got this, Rico. Go mind your own business."
The Shadow holds his hands up and leaves them be while snickering. Soap turns back to Gaz, "What happened?!"
"Well, you had a bit too much and, um, started to get a bit much to handle so, uh, someone called Graves to come get you. That happened after you made several comments about Ghost being um... Actually, I didn't really understand what you were saying."
Soap's eyes widen, "No..."
"Yea..."
"Oh god... What else happened?"
"Don't know. After Graves got you no one knows what happened except when he took you to your room. Farah said you were singing. Quite horribly, might I add."
Soap covers his face, "I was an ass to Graves, I just know it."
"Most likely."
Soap groans. Something tells him his actions from last night were going to bite him in the ass.
#john soap mactavish#kyle gaz garrick#phillip graves#fanfic#call of duty#i wrote this instead of sleeping#one sided feelings#past relationship#soap x graves#soapgraves#simon ghost riley#ghost x roach (mentioned)#modern warfare
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The premium version of human is here to wreck house, mfs.
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CW: When MC gets mistaken as a guy, they get referred to as he/him, but the problem is that there's too many males around the MC.
So, I've decided to color the pronouns blue when it's MC that's being addressed. Just to avoid confusion.
CLARIFICATION: The headmaster, and MC knows that Yuu is from another world, so MC decided to play along and pretend that they're from the same world as Yuu. (The human world where MC came from is mostly similar to the human world that Yuu describes. i.e. landmarks, cultural, knowledge, current trends, anime and manga are all mostly the same.)
REMEMBER: Read this before the chapter.
Experience changes people.
If you see MC doing something you think you won't do and you decide to complain about it, remember this:
• You act the way you do because of the things that you've gone through in your life.
• MC is the same.
• They experienced a lot of traumatic events and almost lost their lives a fuck-ton of times.
• Because of that, they've changed. They've diverged from being you into the MC that they are now.
• The life you're living now shall be treated as the MC's canonical past.
• Also, because The Obey Me!cast feels bad from all the times you suffered and almost died because of them, they tend to overcompensate you.
• You get dressed in the finest of fabrics, most luxurious jewels, as well as housed and fed with the best things that the three realms have to offer.
• You don't take them for granted, but years of living with that lifestyle had raised your standards to new heights and changed the way that you act towards certain things.
• You're free to make up your own head canons if you don't like mine, also y'all can give me feedback if you want so I can improve my work.
• This story will be set a few years after the canon of the Obey Me games.
• • • • •
Who would've thought that it would be a bad idea to try to trick someone who literally reeks of luxury to live in an old, bout-to-fall-apart dormitory?
Well, certainly not Crowley.
That fact became known when 'The shady looking dorm leader™' and also, the tablet decided to tag along with you, Yuu and Crowley, but then had to help Yuu in holding you back so that you wouldn't beat the ever living crap out of the headmaster the moment he dared to bring y'all in front of this rustic establishment and say "It had charm". (Too many You's)
Oh really? really?? Oh you'll see real charm when I beat you straight into the afterlife you greasy son of a bitc–
*Ehem*
It did not end well.
So instead of that, the headmaster had to temporarily put you and your fellow stranded-in-dis-school-human into the infirmary as your temporary abode and promised to fix the shoddy dorm so that it can safely house people in it. (Grim will appear in the future, dw)
*Que Azul tryna make you stay in Octavinelle and you vehemently declining that offer.*
Also, you're starting to get creeped-out by the floating tablet that keeps following you around and won't stop with taking pictures. there's also the small maniacal giggles coming out of the device.
• • • • • •
So there you two are, two people that've been kidnapped by this school's fuckin carriage are now bonding in the infirmary and distracting each other by venting about problems back home. (You two are too wary to be able to sleep properly.)
Like, yes Yuu, I'm in a polyamorous with more than a dozen problematic individuals.
Yes, it works out. somehow
Damn, three assignments due tomorrow all from the same subject? Have you ever tried cheating off of your classmates?
Oh— wait what?! a classmate from biology was caught fucking with a professor in a classroom!? Seriously??
No, I unfortunately no longer have a grasp on the concept of private space and poverty.
Yes, maintaining a relationship with a lot of people at the same time can be hard.
A lot of them are rich.
Wait, a seatmate of yours really gave two free expensive sketch pads just because you asked?? Where can I find that person??
Yes they all act like my sugar daddies and my man-children in one way or another.
No, don't you dare pimp yourself out, okay? There may be a lot of people in my life but the important thing is that we all love each other.
We support, comfort, protect, and guide each other to the best we can.
No— that didn't happen in a day, I had to bend over backwards and almost die a shit-ton of times before I managed to wiggle myself firmly into the hearts of those fuckers.
...Q- Questions about our sex life will be automatically ignored.
Just.. be nice to others, even if it's seemingly stupid.
Unless they are absolute scum then just maintain distance.
You just gotta eyeball it to figure out when to stop being nice to someone.
Never and I mean NEVER treat anyone badly unless they did something unforgivable to you.
Don't call me kind. It's easier to have a grasp on other people if you're nice.
Pft— You once saw a book called "How to be a sugar baby 101" in the school library?! And you saw your principal reading it?!
Sure-sure, I'll help you with your math homework— wait a second.. Seriously?? We've been kidnapped, I ain't allowing you to do math. Where the hell did you even hide that thick-as-fuck test sheet anyways?? Up your ass?!
• • • •
You sigh for the third time this hour, looking at Yuu who's making a "Mom.. I threw up in the carpet... I'm sowwy🥺" expression as they stand beside your bed.
"What happened?"
Yuu winced, feeling embarrassed as they hear you talk to them like a disappointed parent, they had failed to appeal to Crowley about becoming a temporary student of this school and now had to be a janitor/errand kid.
"The headmaster said that I'll be the handy-man of the campus while he searches for a way to get us home..."
You feel a vein in your head throb and your eye start to twitch by of the sheer audacity being shown in front of your face.
You are now feeling the immense urge to hex that bird-bitch.
Satan sat straight in his seat, speaking out to the others in the meeting table.
"I can feel irritation and the urge to curse someone again." He said.
It would've been funny if this was another situation.
"That's definitely from MC, isn't it? You mentioned being half-asleep and feeling MC get agitated through your pact mark, right?" Diavolo asked.
"Yes, at least our pacts are still intact..." Satan nodded.
"Great, we can use this to monitor MC even if they're far away." Lucifer stated.
Countless search-parties and interrogations have already been conducted, but they're still clueless on where you can be or who could've taken you.
Even Barbatos couldn't see what had happened.
They're starting to get agitated, MC..
• • • • •
Jade watched as Azul frantically drafts and redrafts a new plan of his.
It seems that something caught the eye of their housewarden in the ceremony today.
"What could be so eye-catching that you're in such a hurry to obtain it, Azul?" Jade couldn't contain his curiosity and asked.
"It's a new student, Jade." Azul started.
"He possesses such a large amount of magical artifacts in his hands, It's unbelievable! They were all high quality too!"
Jade blinks.
"Don't you have enough magical artifacts around?"
Jade is confusion.
"You don't know it because you weren't there." Azul narrowed his eyes at Jade.
"I first thought those jewelry of his were similar to the ones that you can buy with enough money in annual auctions, but then I realized that it's very likely that those jewelry are customized."
"...How so?"
"So I decided to try and take a closer look, but when I actually got closer and almost touched one of them, I felt a strong thrum of magic that I haven't felt before!"
Oh?
Now that got Jade's attention.
Azul has been exposed to a lot of strong, powerful people and magical artifacts over the years that he and his twin were following this dormleader of theirs and yet there was actually an artifact so strong that he can feel strong waves of magic by just almost touching it?
How curious..... If the magic of the artifact was so strong, why didn't Azul sense it up until he literally almost held it in his hands?
Seems like this year won't be boring, after all..
• • • • •
BONUS: Someone has a crush.
"Brother, Your package has arrived— What are you... Are you making fan art of Mr. [L/n]...?"
Idia screams like a dumb girl in a horror movie as he tries to block the screen with his body.
"O-ORTHO?! WH-WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT KNOCKING FIRST??!"
"And... what's with the pose?"
Ortho tilts head innocently, confused on why his brother is drawing a new student in a pose that can often be seen on videos that are called "Thirst traps". he's still confused about why they're called that way.
Idia: "O- ORTHO THIS ISN'T ANYTHING BAD I SWEARAHGJSI—"
*Starts to fuckin steam*
"brOTHER YOU'RE BURNING THE CHAIR!"
"AH CRAP!"
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