#worrisome. but COOL AS FUCK.

[antiv3nom]

NEW INTRO......

[moe-broey]

Anyways I'm back from The Labyrinth and Philadelphia (may or may not qualify as a labyrinth itself)

[samantitaswrld]

thibking abt college frat boy bf Ron im spiraling he so fine i wont him🙁

frat house rules | ron weasley

warnings: underaged drinking, 18+ characters, it gets a little steamy

|an: yayyy this is a lot of plot kinda not enough dialogue but pt 2 ganna bc sm better & steamier i swearsiez this is also lowkey based on real events LOL

w.c: 1.2k

part one part two

“oorrrr…we could pregame here.” you said, finalizing the last few touches of your makeup, slight worry was laced within your words, evident to your best friend beside you, who was straightening her hair. 

“yeah, OR we could drink with a bunch of hot frat boys surrounding us,” your friend said, looking at your face for a response, which she received in a worrisome facial expression. a large sigh from her filled the room before she spoke again, “c'mon, we need to get out there more. and the guy i’ve been talking to is actually really cool. i don’t think it’s one of those freaky frats.” she’d said, already up and changing into her clothes for the night with you following her lead. 

“yeah, okay, well, i'm ready, so let’s just go.” slightly frustrated, you finished lacing your sneakers and huffed out in feigned annoyance. your friend, knowing you, smiled and rolled her eyes as you smiled back. although the thought of getting drunk with a bunch of random guys left you a little anxious, you were still excited to party with your best friend. 

“it’s all a part of the college experience, babe. i’ll be right there with you, eevenn if my tongue is shoved halfway down dean thomas’ throat.” you felt your worries begin to subside as you let out a laugh at her statement while you both walked, arms linked, out the door.

“i’m telling you, ron, total BOMBSHELL! you’ll see when she gets here for the pregame…and i think she’s bringing a friend...” dean said as he looked at ron and raised a brow.

ron laughed and shoved his friend as let out a laugh, beginning to work on inserting a tap into their keg of beer. 

“i don’t know, dean, i just got out of that weird situationship with lavender… i don’t want to seem like a man-whore or anything.. of that nature.” ron said, turning the tap clockwise into the insert until it was snug enough to his liking. 

“you mean your snogstuaonship? come on, mate, i don’t think it was that serious.” dean said, chuckling and clapping ron on the shoulder, trying to convince his friend. the only response he received was an unsure look from ron. 

“listen, man, offers on the table. i could set you up if you meet her, and if all goes well.” dean offered with a sympathetic smile, leaving ron to sit with his thoughts as he exited the room to join the other brothers in setting up for the party. 

“i think i'm going to throw up.” you told your friend as you walked up the stairs to the door of the frat. anxiety bubbled in your stomach as you heard the music that was already blaring through the walls, but the lights were still on. 

“you’re not gonna throw up.” your friend said, rolling her eyes in feigned annoyance, calling dean on the phone to let him know you guys were there.

you waited a few moments before the door swung open and the music, once muffled, was now damn near deafening. 

“girls! come in.” dean said, moving to the side and staring only at your friend with the biggest fuck-me eyes you’d ever seen. it was going to be a long night for you, you could tell. 

the pregame had gone well so far; you mostly kept to yourself and spoke only when spoken to, making light conversation as you stood in a group with your friend, dean, his friend ron, and two of their other brothers from their frat. 

you were drunk, however not drunk enough to not realize how absolutely ridiculously hot dean's friend ron was. as a matter of fact, you thought the drunker you got, the easier it would be to talk to him.

little did you know that ron felt the same. when you and your friend walked in, he gawked at you a bit before elbowing dean and giving him a sly smile. elated, dean slapped him back before mouthing an ‘i told you so.’

ron stared at you in awe, feeling a bit nervous before shooting his shot in the form of pouring you all your shots. declaring himself as your ‘drinking buddy’ for the night and taking all of them with you. He decided it would be easier to make his move drunk off his ass as compared to stone-cold sober.

you and ron were getting along so well, feeling the liquor invading both of your senses; you started getting progressively touchier as you engaged in random conversations together that derived from topics the group mentioned, because he didn’t care about what everybody else had to say, he just wanted to know more about you.

then all of a sudden, the boys decide it’s time as people start pouring in from all openings of the frat. shutting the lights off and turning the music up just a bit louder, if that was even possible. your friend immediately grabs your hand, ripping you from ron and leading you to the dance floor. 

as the night progresses, so do yours and ron’s drunken states, as you both start eye-fucking each other from the separate groups you’re in on the dance floor. feeling a warm heat pooling between your legs, as well as a surge of confidence, you decided it was time to make your move. 

your move being making eye contact with him, then looking at the bathroom a couple feet away and cocking your head toward its direction. he got the memo and shot you a goofy grin, nodding his head in agreement. 

you shuffle your way through the crowd and walk past him, stealthily grabbing his hand on the way, ripping him from his friend group, which went pretty unnoticed from his friends, and pull him into the bathroom.

“were you going to keep eye-fucking me all night or make a move?” you stated with a smile before he backed you up against the wall farthest from the door, slotting his hands under your arms and around your waist, pressing your hot bodies together. 

“regardless, it seems like i got you right where i wanted you.” he said before connecting his lips with your own. you sighed into the kiss before bringing your hand up to tangle your fingers into his red head of hair; his grip on your waist tightened as you pulled slightly on the hair laced between your fingers. 

eager for more, ron dragged his tongue along your plump bottom lip, asking for permission to elevate your kiss. you gladly let him in and let the heated kiss became messier as the sounds of smacking lips and moans filled the room. 

ron pulled away for a moment to attach his hot, wet lips to your neck, licking, sucking, kissing, and biting at the flesh as you began to whine and work on the belt of his jeans. 

knock knock knock 

you both instantly froze in your positions. fear stilling your movements as you thought, ‘maybe they’ll go away if we stay really quiet.’

knock knock knock 

“ron? you in there, man?” he heard seamus’ voice from the other end of the door. ron muttered a ‘fuck’ before remembering the rule that was introduced to him the day he was initiated.

“roonn, 10 minutes is up. you know the frat house rules, dude.” the smirk plastered on seamus’ face could be heard from behind the door.

frat house rules? 

[allfearstofallto]

College au is so delicious bc you can have Childe having to deal with the fact that you don't like him. Whether it be his sus vibes or how...dead his eyes look, you just don't like him. So you avoid him like the plague to save the both of you from any trouble.

But the thing is, he likes you and he's sure he can make you feel the same way about him. You'll come around, he's sure of it.

Just Childe engaging in pest behavior is all I can think about for this au

-🐇

Writing Childe without his power and assets is so goddamn challenging, but also so fun!

He's such a pest though. That pretty face can get him so damn far, I'm sure of it. I have to think about how easily I fell for Childe before it was revealed that he was super fucking evil, so obviously it wouldn't be hard for him to develop a pretty powerful influence with enough smiles.

Childe <3

College AU

Yandere! Childe x Fem! Reader

You don't like Ajax? Or Childe as they called him. A stupid nickname, but one he apparently earned. Where he got it from to even who he was, you truly didn't care. You didn't like him and apparently that was a problem with everyone, but you.

You were okay with not having a relationship with him. The campus was big enough where you didn't have to see him if you didn't want to and you both studied different majors, although you put more time and effort into your study. He spent most of his energy on being the life of the party.

People didn't understand why you didn't like Ajax, apparently just saying that you found him creepy wasn't enough of an answer.The Ajax who made an effort to always invite you out? The Ajax who always wanted to walk you to and from classes even though you never told him your schedule? The Ajax who was the only person to buy you gifts for Valentine's, heart shaped, lavish chocolates and a bouquet bigger than your head, even though you weren't romantic with him? The Ajax that called and texted you at random hours of the night to “check on you” when you didn't give him your number? No. Not that Ajax. That Ajax wasn't creepy at all.

The worst part was his dead eyed stare. You wondered how people enjoyed his company when he had the eyes of someone with no true compassion, the eyes of someone who was obviously faking their emotion. Was everyone just pretending to not notice how his smile didn't reach his eyes, or had you truly gone crazy?

The dim, setting sunlight hit your note pages as you sat in the library to study, a typical thing for you to do when you had hours between your classes. And Ajax, the one who was failing almost every single class he took, decided to sit only a few tables over from you, pretending to be nose deep into a book for a course he didn't even take.

You could feel his eyes on you as you tried to focus on anything, but him. The books, the clocks, your phone, anything but him, where he sat unmoving. Why was today the day the library had to be empty? Where was everyone else who was supposed to be studying? Why were you alone with him, only a few tables between you.

A weight lifted off your shoulder when you heard someone stomping up the stairs to the library, calling his name loudly, “What are you doing here man? I didn't even think you knew what a library was!” they ostracized him while playfully smacking him on the back. They were obnoxiously loud, something that would've annoyed you any other day, but today you were grateful for their rudeness.

He was distracted. You could tell because you could no longer feel those eyes on you. This was your chance to scoop all of your books up and toss your bag over your shoulder, running out the door before he had the chance to notice you were gone. You breathed a sigh of relief, feeling the cool autumn air against your skin eased you more than the tense air of the library.

It was worrisome how much more you'd been seeing him these past few days. More than usual and not in the coincidental way. It was like he always knew where you were going. You tried to brush the thought from your head as you walked to your next class, trying to focus on anything else, but that feeling was back. The feeling of eyes on you. And not just any eyes. Those dead eyes. He was nearby.

You stopped in your tracks and turned on your heels with your eyes closed. In your mind, you were silently praying that it was just the nerves and your mind was playing tricks on you. That it was making you imagine the feeling, but sure enough, there he was, messy orange hair, charming smile, and lifeless eyes.

“You're jumpy today,” he said playfully. You took a hesitant step back, but he still closed the distance between you, with little hassle. All it took was two steps from his long legs and suddenly you could smell his oaky cologne. He tossed an arm over your shoulder and pulled you back into his chest, “You left pretty quickly back there. I didn't even get to say hello.”

“Sorry,” you muttered beneath your breath. His baggy clothes hid it well, but he was built firmly beneath them, all muscle with little to no fat. He wasn't choking you with this arm, not yet, but you could feel his ability to. And it would be easy for him to do.

His orange hair tickled your cheeks as he leaned down to be closer to your face, “You didn't answer my text,” his voice just barely above a whisper, his tone playful, but you could feel the malice behind it. He was annunciating each syllable of each word, speaking slowly so you couldn't say you didn't hear him correctly.

“T-text?” You stuttered back. Which text? Ajax texted you all hours of the day and night. Was he actually taking your dry, one word answers as replies? Was what you were doing to try to push him away only making him push back harder?

With an arm still around your neck, his other hand trailed down your body. His fingertips traced every curve of your clothed person, until they landed on the hip. He took this time to squeeze and groped your lower body before slipping your phone out of your pocket and typed in your password.

The blood drained from your face while you watched him scroll through your apps. No one knew your password. No one. Yet he typed it in like it was a regular occurrence for him.

“Didn't even save my number,” he whined, “Don't worry, I've got you.”

His name was changed from a string of numbers to “Childe <3” not giving you the chance to protest.

“You really are a bad girlfriend,” he muttered again, not caring about your lack of a response to him. Girlfriend? Since when were you his girlfriend? You felt like you were spinning in place and your head just felt so heavy. He was saying everything so casually, like you were supposed to agree with it, like you were the one who was wrong.

“Ajax, I think you've misunderstood something,” you said a little too quickly, but your lungs felt like they couldn't get any air in them.

It seemed like he ignored your words completely as he continued to scroll through his messages to you, where he was practically talking to himself, “See? Right here. I asked to take you out for coffee,” he held the screen up to your face.

Sure enough, he had. But you never responded and that text was quickly swallowed up by the myriad of other texts he'd sent you. His flirty messages were ignored by you, more often than not you only replied out of what felt like obligation and fear. Anyone who said you were lucky to have the oh so popular Ajax crushing on you, obviously didn't look into those empty eyes enough.

He sighed and using that arm around your shoulders, began to drag you in the opposite direction from where you were going. You tried to stop him and pull away, but his strength only made you stumble over your own steps, falling into his arms.

“Where are you taking me?” Fear was laced in your words as you continued to struggle in his grasp, but he didn't stagger.

“Coffee.” He spoke with ease as he continued to drag you along with him, that well built, muscled arm shifted ever so slightly to your neck and starting to choke, “I think we need to talk.”

[dreaisgrayte]

HEHHEHEHEHEH WHATS UP MY BBG? I hope you have had a good day/night! I have this idea in my head that I'm ITCHING to get out but you can feel free to ignore❤️

Can you do what would happen and what would Sanemi, Giyu, Tanjiro, and Obani do if reader got turned into a demon during a battle?

LIKE I SAID FEEL FREE TO IGNORE!! YOU DA GOAT BBG❤️

GEHEHE I'M DOING SO GREAT! 🫶🫶I HOPE YOU'RE DOING EVEN BETTER THOUGH 😡🥹 It was raining here all day and I was a worrisome parent and got soaked going to check on my kitties🥰🥰. (also why would I ignore such an angsty request MWAHAHA😈)

Includes: Sanemi Shinazugawa, Giyu Tomioka, Tanjiro Kamado, and Obanai Iguro CW: pretty much reader dies in all scenarios, but... yeah no my heart hurt writing these so there's no hope for any of us. Death, angst, sadness.

Sanemi Shinazugawa

The demon’s claws slice through you, tearing your skin apart. You fall to the ground, crumpled and bleeding

“San-Sanemi,” You choke out, the life draining from your beautiful eyes.

A vengeful scream erupts from his throat, burning his very vocal cords as he rushes the creature

Its head falls to the ground with a gruesome thump, Sanemi dropping to his knees next to your corpse. “YN...I’m so-”

Your eyes, they’re open and your pupils pull into slits. His next breath catches in his throat. “Sorry,” He breathes, his eyes stinging with hot tears

He picks up his nichirin blade, using it to help him into a standing position. Sanemi’s choked sobs echo through the forest valley. The glint of fresh sunlight reflecting off of his blade as he plunges the tip into your heart. The sun is cresting over the mountains in a new dawn.

Your garbled noises nearly drive him to the brink of whisking you off to a shadowy haven, but you wouldn’t want to live out your life being the very thing you fought so hard against. 

As the ashen belongings of your body blow past him he feels like he’s just stabbed himself through the heart.

“Sorry…so sorry.” He cries, but the sunlight dries his tears. 

Giyu Tomioka

He was by your side one second then cornered off by a second demon. He wants to remain close to you and protect you, but as he lands the final blow to the demon in front of him he catches the tail end of the demon lifting you by your throat. 

His blood runs cool, the demon’s features twisting in a cruel sneer as it makes you lick up the blood from his wounds. 

Too late, too late, too late

Just like with Sabito, Giyu was too late to save you. His head spins, running through possibilities to somehow not fuck up again

Tanjiro and Nezeko were a special case, who’s to say Giyu would break through to you? And when he didn’t? Would his heart finally go numb? The risk was too great.

The demon has dropped you and ran off, leaving you panting on the ground. You touch your throat, hacking up the blood it tried to feed you. A glimmer of hope sprouts in Giyu’s chest. Maybe you had saved yourself? You meet his gaze, tears rolling down your cheeks.

“Giyu,” you smile, the one he’d grown accustomed to seeing every morning when you greeted him. “Giyu, I need you to be strong,” you start, but he can’t hear you. He doesn’t want to.

“No, I’m not strong,” His voice is trembling. His body aches with the knowledge of what you’re about to request of him. He couldn’t do it. You meant too much to him and he was a selfish man. When everyone else ignores him you see through his suffering to the little boy underneath, scared of being seen for the fraud he was. 

There’s that smile again. “Giyu. You’re a Hashira, you’re more than strong – you’re kind. You know what you have to do. Please, before it’s too late.”

Giyu’s body feels limp as tears mix with his sweat. He was too weak to save Sabito, but he could still save you. He yells into the night, a pained scream that rustles the birds from their branches.

Your head thumps to the side, fanning into dust as he sinks to his knees, sobbing over your remains. Turns out – he wasn’t numb after all. 

Tanjiro Kamado

You’re bloody, a demon standing over you, it’s foul stench dripping round droplets onto your wound

“Let’s see if you have the heart to kill one of your own, slayer.”

Tanjiro had been through this before, with his younger sister Nezeko and things were turning out alright with her.

Would his bond be strong enough to snap you out of the demonic craze? You had acted like an older sibling to him, watching over his progress and always cheering him on. Often he thought the gods had blessed him with you so he would have someone to look after him when he had no one. 

“YN!” He screams, the demon slipping away into the night. “YN talk to me. If you can still talk that means there’s still time.” But the veins on your face bubble and contort your expression to one of hatred.

Tanjiro falls back on his hands, heart loudly echoing in his ear. “YN, please… it’s me…your little brother.” But it’s far too late to work on your once human heart. As you rise to your feet Tanjiro stumbles to his as well

His katana is shaking in his grip. You were a demon, but also his friend. He can’t see through his blurry vision. 

“Pathetic,” you spit, then before Tanjiro can will his heart to do what he knew he couldn’t, you spill into the shadows

His vow to cut the head from Muzan Kibutsuji’s body grew a thousandfold that night

Obanai Iguro

You had been on this mission for weeks now, fighting side by side. Obanai had grown fond of you.

That was until a demon stole you away, reminding him that fondness sprouted weaknesses. However, he tracks you down regardless.

The demon had set up in a cave, the dawn making this rescue mission easier, but as he steadily slides into the heart of the cave he finds you’ve been tied up, dried green blood on your lips

“Fuck,” Obanai hisses into the darkness, searching around for the creature that did this to you

“It’s gone Obanai…” You drawl, your voice raspy and strained. He winces at the state of you.

He rushes to untie you, hoping it’s not too late and the insect Hashira can work some miracle cure on you. If Obanai was fond of you he couldn’t even imagine how the corp members felt about you. 

It had been a while of your fighting off the urge to turn, there had to be hope for you. If only he could get you back to headquarters fast enough…

As if reading his mind you shake your head solemnly. “Please, let me see the sunrise one last time,” you croak, gaze drifting to the sunlight filtering in from the cave’s entrance. 

Obanai squeezes his eyes shut, the electric buzz of his heart making it hard to fulfill your request. He was stagnant, breath quickening as you pleaded with him.

He offers you his hand, willing his chest to return to steel. He leads you to the outside world and your grip tightens as you step into the sun. Obanai’s body aches with unrelenting sorrow. If only he’d kept a better eye on you.

Soon enough, a faint ‘thank you’ blows past him on the wind, and he rushes away from the spot, not willing to look at what he had so carelessly taken for granted. 

[hxrsheykisses]

Howdy hey again! I was just wondering if you would write something with the ETC boys with a reader that’s rich? Like, reader hangs out with them on occasion because they think the boys are funny and will occasionally lend them huge amounts of money or will buy something for the boys because they’re just being nice in general :p - 😈❤️

Awe this is a cute one!!! Thank you so much for requesting!!!💋♥️♥️♥️♥️

Why do I feel like they’d definitely take advantage of you. Like deadass I feel like they’d lowkey only let you around just because you’re rich…

Cause let’s analyze this, these boys aren’t some harmless nerds who don’t really have it all financially. No, these are HARMFUL boys who would lowkey steal their parents money or try to sell off their parents shit in order to have some money to spend on countless of things. So imagine them with a rich friend who will give them money no questions asked.

They’ll need money ALL THE TIME. Like they’d hunt you down immediately if they are low on some fucking limited edition figure that they really want. They are so worrisome like honestly. They may even only talk to you for fucking money…like they don’t give a shit about anything else, all they know is that your rich and you have a shit ton of money.

You on the other hand? Could careless. You don’t care if they only hang around you for money cause when you have a ton of money, you can buy whatever shit you want. But after you already bought the shit you want, now you just kinda have money left over—TOO much money left over. So what do you do? Act like a grandma who constantly gives her grandchildren all the money they want.

You like hanging around with them too, they are funny to hang out with and they have some pretty cool interests. So, on most days you’d get yourself tied with whatever they’re doing that day and after that’s all said and done, you’ll treat them to a fucking shopping spree. It’s really fun for all of you! You love seeing how happy they are with all the stuff they’ve gotten and it just warms your heart. You love it so much that every Friday, you and the boys would head to Joe’s comic shop and spend, spend, spend!

Then some days, you all would go out to eat and get so fucking fat because you could buy everything off the menu.

If yall read the comic, you’d know how I think they all stayed up to watch the Twilight Zone(???) and before that they got all of these drinks and snacks and shit??? Well, let’s just say that you were up in that too. They took you along and you paid for everything before heading to Josh’s house.

Now, let’s say they do something that pisses you off and you put them on fucking punishment. You tell them to not appear on your fucking doorstep and ask for money until they act right…let’s lay out some boundaries cause what?

If this ever happens, after like a fucking day they’d appear at your house and immediately butter you up. Do they actually say the words “Sorry”?? no. But it’s enough to show that they had time to rethink their decisions…

“You’re looking good today on this fine morning!” “…” “Yeah! Did you get a new haircut? Damn it looks good!” “…Okay fine let me get my wallet…” “LETS GO‼️”

Your basically like their fucking Sugar Mama/Daddy LMFAOOOO

[angelicsjn]

Hi can I request your oc reactions to their gf cheating on them? If you're not comfy with writing cheating then they think you cheated on them but it was an old pic/video

YOUR SEVEN YANDERES.

A N: I won't write cheating, but I will write that there is a miscommunication in it.

A B O U T: They think you cheated, you didn't.

W A R N I N G S: Verbal abuse, of course. Anger and angst.

— ROMAN BEAUREGARD.

Roman is cool and collected. When you come back he's at the table, waiting.

You feel the air around him, and it's cold as he looks at you in scrutiny.

"Is it true?" He asks, leaving you complaining lost. What does that mean?

He shows you his phone, a photo posted on an F1 wag account, and you kissing your ex-boyfriend before you met him.

"Roman, that's my ex." You say, reassuringly. "It's an old photo."

He visibly relaxes before nodding, looking at you appreciatively before calling his manager up, requesting to have to rumour flattened and the photos removed.

He doesn't want to see your ex all over you. You're his now and will be forever.

— LATEN REED.

Laten bangs at your door, and when you open it, he's wild with rage. It's the first time that you've seen him so... serious.

"Who the fuck is it?" He spits your way, even though he wouldnt even think of laying a hand on you, he would to them.

He was out for blood.

"W-who?" You ask, confused and shocked. Also, slightly scared.

"That bastard my friends saw you with today?" He growls, the vein in his neck about to pop.

You begin laughing.

"Laten. That's my childhood friend. He's gay." You laugh even more as he freezes.

"Oh." He mutters. "I thought you were cheating..."

His green eyes look sad now, and as you pull him into a hug, he feels better. All anger is washed away as he stuffs his face into your neck.

— JAE 'NIKO' LEE.

Dear God. He's throwing stuff around. Screaming. Ranting. Raving.

"I could ruin my reputation because of you." - "after everything that we've been through." - "you've fucked me over, you're a waste of fucking time."

He goes off.

He storms out and leaves you to clean everything up. He's gone for days.

He only sees that it's all a lie when he finds out that toxic fans created lies to break you up, only then does he back with his tail wagging between his legs like a sad puppy.

— KAIDAN WOLFE.

It's not even true, but his delusional all would believe it was fake even if it wasn't.

You could have fucked his best friend and he wouldn't believe it. Even with proof of it.

"It's okay, baby." He smiles. "I know it's all fake." And he asks them to remove it because it's all fake.

He might even make a story about to, trying to stop others from ruining your perfect and healthy relationship.

— HAYDEN WEST.

He damn near has a heart attack.

He loses his mind over it. Does he tell you, ask you? What if what he saw was real, wasn't just in his head? Is it best not to say so he doesn't get hurt?

Then he blurts it out a few days after, "I saw you with someone the other day... are you, like..."

"Cheating?" You ask with a laugh. He looks mortified as if you confirmed it.

"Come on, Hayden. You know I love you." You press a kiss against his lips before laughing, "he asked me to help him study, that's all. It's nothing."

He worries, still, after that. The guy is better than him in every way — maybe not academically... but still!

He plays sports, is good-looking, is popular, is funny, talented, and he's the whole package. Why wouldn't you like him.

What was his name again? Oh.. yeah. Laten Reed...

— JOSHUA WHITE.

Loyalty is a big thing for him. So he asks you straight up, sort of like Roman, really. Just more worried as his voice wobbles.

"Are you cheating?" He asks gently with a worrisome crease in his forehead.

He provides the 'proof' and hears you out.

You actually have a lovely conversation where he thanks you for being honest and for being able to communicate with him, and of course you're happy and relieved that he didn't blow up over it.

— BLAKE CROSS.

Blake sees red. Actually, no. Black. He full on loses his shit.

"Do you know who I fucking am, huh?" He seeths. His fists clench the collar of the guys shirt, and you attempt to pull him away.

"Fucking come near what's mine again and I'll fucking kill you, go it?" He pushes the guy against the wall, his head hitting off of it with a thud as Blake rips away his hands in anger.

Looking your way, he looks like a completely different person. His eyes, usually a warm brown, are now black, and his features are hardened in marble.

"Are you fucking that piece of shit?" His tone cuts into you as he backs you up against the wall. You see the lingering of betrayal in his eyes.

"No, no. Blake. He's doing a project with me." You shake your head and even though you're scared, you know that he wouldnt ever hurt you.

His eyes closes as he rips at his hair in frustration, "fuck! Are you telling the truth. Don't lie to me."

Suddenly, he looks as if he's about to burst into tears. You pull his hands from his hair and kiss his knuckles before nodding.

"Fuck," he whispers. "I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry. I dont want to lose you..." he shakes his head, his eyes brimming with emotion.

"Especially to some guy that smells of cheap aftershave and wears 100% polyester clothing, that's disgusting..." he laughs a little, attempting to brighten the mood — he meant it, though.

[anantaru]

"i need you now." kaveh wasn‘t silent about his aching hankering concealed by the dark alley right next to his home, "so please— please baby." and a gentle blush— as gentle as a calming breeze, extents over his entire face, the coolness of his scarlet eyes long since gone.

kaveh was feeling impatient and could barely wait to bury his cock inside of you, until fully settled and rubbing at every inch and square of your sloppy walls, so he can brand himself into you.

as far as he was concerned— kaveh appeared to be the complete opposite. you had not seen him like this ever, so eager and pining, both restless and impatient.

he pulls your behind against his bare cock, flexing his muscles with ease, slipping into your panties to pull them aside as he lines himself up, yet not before leaning over just a bit to spit on his tip— spreading the saliva with a deep heave, he draws his length past the tight, wet opening, moaning out heavenly when you engulf around him just right.

"kaveh—" you cry out, chewing on your bottom lip, "what if— fuck! what if someone sees us?"

well, your question was justified, yet more or less ignored of the way that your boyfriend cannot think or register worrisome thoughts right now. his stiffened cock bulges in and out of your slicked up pussy, and kaveh pulls himself so far up against your back, that you were squished in between the cold wall and his warm, clothed body.

you breathe shakily, sweat stricken forehead resting against the cold wall as kaveh unfolded right from behind you, his clammed hands and strong arms curling around your figure for additional stability as he stretches your insides, the fullness of his pulsing cock eliciting a glow from each corner of your eyes, the stimulation you went through wasn't able to be put in words. he was still buried in you, fully enclosed and keeping him plugged up in your pussy.

and you knew that you wanted him to cum inside, reaching your hand behind you to pull his face towards your shoulder, so you could half way turn around and kiss him sloppily, words spoken without a tone, your sweet winces, shudders and squeals blossoming a spreading emotion of pride under his chest as kaveh fucked you through your orgasm.

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[am-i-interrupting]

How about Vox trying to befriend one of Alastor’s close friends, to know Alastor’s secrets and weaknesses. Months later Vox falls in love and forgets about the plan. Then Alastor reveals the secret plan to make Vox look bad. Your choice if you want it to be a sad or happy ending.

Vox was tired of losing. He was done. That is when the brilliant idea came to him. Find Alastor’s weakness but how?

He saw Alastor enter a tailor’s shop, right in front of one of his store displays and he saw you.

He recognized you from his casual spying on Alastor. The two of you were together more than Alastor was around most people.

Vox tore his claw down one of his suit jackets and brought it to you.

He wasn’t shocked your recognized him.

“Get out.” “What a show of hospitality! But regardless, I don’t think I will. I require some assistance.” “Isn’t one of you Vs a fashion designer? Ask them for help.”

Vox had to squash down the offense at the phrase “one of you Vs” and even more so that you didn’t know Velvette’s name.

It took a lot of convincing and you only did it to get him out of your store.

You returned the wrong suit. You did it on purpose. It was bright red instead of his cool blue.

He returned again and again and you continued to give him the wrong jacket suit.

Over time the hostility turned to playful teasing.

“Oh, back so soon? It’s only been a week? Did you miss me that much?” “Oh, but of course.” “Predictable, men as self absorbed as you are so easy to rope in. Make them feel special and then they just won’t leave you alone.” “Maybe I’d leave you alone if you’d give me my jacket.” “What jacket?”

One day Vox walks in and sees you bent down at the skirt of some demon’s dress, with a needle between your lips.

The demon saw him and called your name several times but you were too absorbed in your work. A trait he found admirable. It wasn’t until they hit your shoulder and you stabbed yourself that your focus was broken.

“Ow! Shit! Mare, what the fuck?!” “The TV demon.”

You looked over your shoulder. He quickly replaced his soft(-ish) expression with a smirk and a wave.

“You can wait,” and he did.

It wasn’t long after that day he asked you out for dinner.

The dinner was a lot more upscale than you were used to and he could tell you felt out of place. With a seat in the back and some carefully placed words he got you to relax.

Afterwards, he walked you back to your shop because you refused to let him walk you home. He placed a kiss to your hand and didn’t walk away until you were inside.

Dates became somewhat common between the two of you. Both of you only able to clear your schedules once or twice a month for it to happen but it was something to expect.

He learned from his mistake the first time and made sure to make things more mundane.

On the second date, he brought you flowers.

On the third date, he insisted you try some of his food and brought the fork to your lips, only letting it down when you took the bite.

On the fourth date, he took you dancing and managed a kiss at the end.

On the sixth date, he tripped into a pile of blood so you took his suit to properly wash it. He had it back the next day.

On the seventh, he walked you home.

On the eighth, he told you he loved you.

Alastor came to you to commission a suit for an upcoming event.

The two of you were talking about everything and nothing as you were prone to do when he casually mentioned:

“I’ve heard rumors about you, my dear. They’ve got me worried.” “Oh? And what is the rumor mill saying about me that’s so worrisome, hm?”

You were sure it was going to be something silly. Alastor had pulled this number before because yes, he was one to follow the gossip train but he never got aboard. He never believed something until he had reason to.

“They’ve been saying you’ve been getting close to a certain picture box.”

You felt your heart stop. “Oh, really?”

“Yes, quite the rumor, indeed! Now, I know you’d never be so thoughtless as to do such a thing but still, one worries nonetheless.” “Oh, you don’t need to worry about me, Alastor.” “Ah, but I do. Especially since it reminded me of something I overheard some months ago, why— No! It’d have been over a year ago actually. To think, the gall of the man to say his plans right in front of the radio.” “What?” “Let me see, I do believe I have it stored somewhere, just for my own amusement.”

A moment later Vox’s voice sounded through Alastor’s microphone, “It’s easy. Just go in and try to get some information out of them. That’s it. You’re a master manipulator. It’ll be easy and if they put up a fight? Well, you’re an overlord. It’ll be fine. Okay? Okay. Let’s get this over with.”

A few days passed since then when Vox came back to the tailor shop. He was befuddled to see a sign.

Closed Until Further Notice

He came back several days later to a new sign.

For Sale

He got worried. He started looking for you but no matter how hard he searched, he couldn’t find you.

Sold

Four and a half months passed until he got an answer. There was an overlord meeting after the extermination.

Alastor strolled out of it with Rosie beside him.

Vox didn’t pay much attention to Rosie. He paid as much attention to her as he did other overlords with the occasional sight of her when he was spying on Alastor but he noticed Rosie’s smile seemed tense. He caught her glares at him.

“Ah, Vox, my dear man! What a stunning suit you’ve got on today. No match for my own but I had a very good friend make it for me. Wonderful craftsmanship, don’t you think?” “What did you do?” “What did I do? Oh, no, no, no. What did you do?”

The knowing smile and glimmer in Alastor’s eye made it clear he knew something, something that Vox should know too.

It took a minute for Vox to remember, to remember the day he met you and all the things he’d said as well as the fact that your shop wasn’t just in front of a television but a radio too.

A fight broke out. It was big and catastrophic and took hours to finish. But in the end, Vox won or Alastor decided that he was bored. It was always hard to tell.

Rosie came up to Vox at the end of it.

He’d never spoken to her outside of a business setting but that strained smile and those looks were well deserved, he realized.

“I try to keep out of yours and Alastor’s feud but you just had to go too far, didn’t you? You know, they never told Alastor about ya but they did tell me. I feel so foolish to have told ‘em to go after you.”

She shook her head and reached into her bag. She pulled out a folded blue suit jacket and handed it to him.

“Where are—“ “You don’t get to ask that, Vox.”

He unfolded the jacket, uncaring that his blood covered hands stained it. It was mended so why did he wish it was torn?

[th3casscad3]

A First For Everything

Lute X Virgin! Male Reader (Smut)

Every Since Your Arrival In Heaven You've Been Chased After By The Other Charming Woman. Adam, Being The Dumbass First Man Becomes Jealous Of The Attention Your Getting. So, When He Finds Out Your A Virgin He Wastes No Time Spilling The Tea. Later That Night You Hear A Knocking On The Door, To Your Surprise Its Lute. I Suppose There's A First For Everything.. Warnings: Smut, Slight Bullying, Readers First Time, Playing With Wings, Kissing, Cursing, Not Fully Naked, And Blow Job. Part 1 - Part 2 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You Had Been In Heaven For Quite Some Time And Its Fair To Say The Ladies Had Quite An Eye For You. You Didn't Mind The Flirting And Conversations As Much, But You Wouldn't Let It Go Any Further Than That. Not Because You Didn't Want To, But Because You Were A Virgin. You Just Hadn't Found A Reason To Have Intimacy On Earth And There Shouldn't Have Been A Problem With That. Sure, You Had Desires And The Need To Make Love. But, It Just Didn't Happen. Today Was Just About A Day Like Any Other, You Were Walking Around Heaven, Giving A Wave To All The Females Whom You Past And Chatting It Up With The Guys. The Next Extermination Wouldn't Be Coming Up For About Another Month So The Angel Count Was Higher Right Now. That Also Meant Adam Was Back. Great, That Man Had No Problem Fucking Every Single Woman Here In Heaven If He Felt Like It. And Boy, Felt Like It He Did. It Always Set You Off. You Could Understand Why Lilith And Eve Left Him, He's A Total Womanizer. You Sighed When You Heard His Voice Nearby. The Woman Around You Took Notice Too. Mere Moments Later Adam Was Face To Face With You, Slurping A Near Empty Soda. " Wassup, Man. " He Said With A Chuckle, Pointing Finger Guns At You. The Nerve Of This Guy, For Real. " Hey, Adam. What Can I Do Ya For? " You Spoke With A Slight Irritated Tone, He Was So Loud. Every Time He Came Around You It Feels Like Going To The Stoe With A Crying Toddler. " Nothing Much, Man. I Just Keep Noticing You Stealing All My Bitches, And That Is So Not Cool. " He Finished Slurping The Rest Of His Drink And Threw It At You. He Then Adjusted His Wings. You Noticed Lute A Few Seconds After, Standing In Her Military Pose. She Didn't Really Speak Unless It Was Backing Adam Up. But You Had Liked That She Wasn't One Of Those Ladies That Clung Onto Him. You Grunted When The Cup Landed At Your Face And Sighed. You Picked The Cup Up And Threw It Away " Adam, First Man, I Am Not Trying To Take Anyone Of These Respectable Ladies Away From You. Chill, Dude. " " Whatever Fucker. You Know That I'm The Original Dick! All Your Dicks Descend From Me, I'm Fucking Adam! Don't Go Thinking You're All High And Mighty Cause You Got Fair Looks. " He Shouted With A Scoff, Pointing His Hand To His Member. " Yeah! He's The Original Dick, Go Fuck Your Own Ass! " Lute Said Pointing To You Before Standing Back Into Position. " Lute, Fuck. Chill. Bitch. " Adam Scoffed. He Then Proceed To Laugh At You Before Leaving With A Few Females In His Arms. Lute Following Behind Him.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You Weren't Aware At Forst Until You Noticed The Snickering Coming From The Extermination Females. You Raised An Eyebrow And Shook It Off, But The Worrisome Knot In Your Stomach Didn't Go Away. The Men Had Been Laughing At You Every Time You Passed Them. Finally Thats When You Overheard What Was Being Talked About. " How Does This Man Pull Anybody, He's A Virgin " One Guy Laughed. The Other Male's Followed Behind With More Whispers And Snickering. Embarrassed And Highly Annoyed You Made Your Way Back To Your House. You Knew Exactly Who Had Managed To Pull This Stunt And To Say You Were Enraged Wouldn't Even Begin To Describe How You Were Feeling. This Was Suppose To Be Heaven, Yet The Way Everybody Was Suddenly Treating You Because You're A Virgin.. Really Makes You Feel Like You're In Hell. You Hadn't Came Back Out Of Your Quarters At All That Day, Figuring You'd Need Time To Let The Talk Of The Town Die Down. You Hadn't Confirmed It To Be True So Hopefully Nobody Will Continue To Worry About It. You Sighed Sitting On Your Couch. Just When You Thought You Were Going To Have A Regular Day. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Evening Turned To Night Quicker Than You Realized. You Were Disrupted From Your Tv Show By A Knocking At The Door. You Stood Up And Flew Down, Opening The Door To Be Greeted By Lute. Your Expression Is One Of Utter Confusion As She Makes Her Way Inside And Sits On Your Couch. You Takle A Second To Process Her Arrival Before Groaning And Closing The Door Behind You. You Make Your Way In Front Of Her. " Why Are You Here, Lute? " You Said With Slight Irritation. You Knew Adam Was The Cause For The Rumor And Lute Was Always At His Feet. " I Hear You're A Virgin..? I'm Here To Change That. " She Speaks As She Crosses Her Legs. Her Arms Crossed Against Her Chest. She Wasn't Kidding. " You Aren't Going To Laugh At Me, Or Beat Me Up About This. What's In It For You, To Go Run To Adam As Proof That I Am A Virgin " You Scoffed, You Could See She Was Serious But You Needed More Proof " Adam Doesn't Know I'm Here. I'm Just Wanting To Help You Out, Okay. We've Had Our Fights So Its Not Like I'm A Stranger. I'll Be Gentle. " Lute Looked You In The Eyes And Spoke In A Stern Reassuring Tone. You Wont Lie, The Idea Of Having Intimacy With Lute Was Everyman's Dream. You've Even Thought Of It. So After A Moment Of Thinking You Nodded Your Head Yes. Lute Smiled And You Two Made Your Way To The Bedroom. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Before You Could Truly Process What Was Happening, You Were Seated On The Bed And Lute Was In Between Your Thighs. She Was Gently Caressing Your Member, The Feeling Of It Hardening Sent A Shiver Down Your Spine. This Was Really Happening, You Felt Your Hard Member Press Against Your Pants. " Let Me Know When It Becomes To Much, Okay. Just Relax " Lute Spoke As She Took Your Pants And Boxers off, Exposing Your Hardened Member, You Had Pre-Cum Already Leaking Down. Lute Gently Started To Rub Your Member. Her Soft Hands Rubbing You And Down. You Closed Your Eyes, Enjoying The Sensation Being Given To You. Your Virgin Dick Twitched. She Brought Your Head To Her Mouth And Slowly Started To Tease Your Tip. You Grunted And Threw Your Head Back. Buckling Your Hips. Lute Smiled And Took You In, Swirling Her Tongue Around Your Cock As She Bobbed Her Head Up And Down. You Let Out A Couple Soft Moans, Just Enjoying The Feeling. Lute Was Gentle And Wanted To Make Sure You Felt Everything She Was Doing. She Jerked You Off Until You Felt A Knot In Your Stomach. You Had Never Experienced This Before But Your Cock Twitched And Felt The Need To Thrust Your Hips Into Her Mouth. Gripping Her Hair As You Shoved Yourself Inside Of Her, It Didn't Take Long For The Knot To Snap As You Came In Lutes Mouth. You Moaned Out As Lute Cleaned You Up. " You Did Well. Same Time Tomorrow? You Still Have A Lot To Learn "

[emmy-dekarios-bg3]

Heart of the Weave - chapter 44

After a worrisome journey, we finally arrive in the area that was once the Shadow lands, and I’m relieved to see that the shadow curse is still lifted despite Ketheric being resurrected from the dead. Moonrise is such a short distance away, yet I’m less anxious than I was previously. Is it possible I’m coming to terms with Gortash’s fatal fate? Whatever the reason, I’m feeling a surge of confidence and an urge to obliterate the evil that remains standing.

“Ah, memories. It’s so beautiful here. I love seeing the life flowing through the flowers and trees, the blossoms brightening the surrounding areas, and the sun reflecting through the waters of the pond,” Halsin comments, admiring the serene nature that was once a disastrous area consumed by shadows and death. I’m still in shock that this beautiful place was once so deadly and filled with lost souls searching for peace. Too many lost way too soon.

I stare down the path ahead that leads directly to Moonrise, feeling the broken pavement crumble beneath my feet. I eyeball Jenevelle as she lies with contentment in her stroller, trying to convince myself she’ll be alright and our worries are once again about to fade away.

“The tower is up ahead. Is everyone ready? I have the vials of invisibility potions,” Gale assures with a quiet tone. He pulls the potions out from the pockets of his shirt and hands one to each of us to use.

“Let’s do this! Emmy, you stand back–” As Karlach begins to speak, she’s interrupted by a slow clap behind us, and of course my worst fears come to life. I feel my heart sink and accelerate as I turn around to notice Gortash, Fanden, and Ketheric standing just a few feet away.

“Ah, Emmy. It’s been awhile, my dear. Too long. I knew you’d come, you’ve always been true to your word…well, other than killing me, of course.” Gortash’s voice is ominous and deep as he tries to get beneath my skin.

“Shit… You were supposed to be in the tower,” I mumble under my breath as I stand here in shock, swallowing the confidence that’s no longer there. “Where’s Rolan? Our friend?” Gale immediately grabs Jenevelle from her stroller and holds her tightly against his chest. Ketheric and Fanden approach Gortash’s side.

“Ha! I never abducted your friend. Though, weird how eager you were to blow up the tower knowing he was abducted. However, I did send my only son to keep tabs on you. Every second of every day, my dearest daughter.” Thank the Gods Rolan is alright. To be fair on all accounts, we know for a fact he wasn’t in Moonrise. Gortash glares at Karlach, yet appears to be completely thrown off by her presence. “Ah, Karlach. It shocks me you’re still here.”

“Yeah, you bucket of bolts. I found a way to fix my engine, thanks to Wyll and, ha, even Avernus. You thought you had the last of me. Well newsflash, traitor, I’m still here you pathetic fuck.”

“Tsk tsk. You still have such a way with words.”

“Get to the damn POINT,” I mutter impatiently as I clench my fists. He takes another couple steps toward me while his hands are behind his back, smirking as he stares at me with piercing eyes. His very presence sickens me.

“I tracked you down to make amends with you. To apologize to you for not being in your life as you were growing up. All those years, I had no idea I even had a daughter, let alone any children at all. To have you and your brother here means a lot.”

“Give me a BREAK!” Karlach shouts, her face expressing rage, her body ready to charge at him any second.

“I was talking to my daughter. Please, Karlach, don’t be rude.” I close my eyes, trying to contain my cool as I anticipate his next words to me.

“Tell me the real reason you want me here. Revenge for when I killed you? Or, let me guess - you want something from me.” I detect curiosity on his face as he raises an eyebrow, wondering how I would have gotten the idea he wants to use me. He studies my face, realizing the truth of my anger and hatred toward him.

“Nonsense. I wanted to formally apologize to you and meet my granddaughter. She looks like you, you know.”

“You don’t deserve to breathe near our baby. We know exactly want you want, Gortash,” Gale comments sternly, his brows furrowed as he makes intense eye contact.

“What are you on about? I want nothing more than simply a discussion with my one and only daughter. It’s time we address this chaotic situation.” My eyes look past Gortash and I notice an evil smirk on Fanden’s face as if he’s up to no good, and he appears to be exchanging looks with Ketheric. They’re planning something diabolical. While my eyes are focused on Fanden, it appears Ketheric has vanished. Gortash used us as a fucking distraction! I turn to face Gale, and before a word could escape my lips, Jenevelle gets snatched by Ketheric, who then becomes visible that very second. He must have taken a potion… Gale and I widen our eyes in terror as we catch our daughter being taken by this cruel, evil man in front of us. I feel my chest burn with anger as I feel an empty void fill my heart as I watch my child be taken from us. I can’t explain this horrible feeling within me, but it’s sickening, like nothing I’ve ever felt. I grit my teeth as tears form in my eyes.

“NO!!” Him and I both scream, trying to bolt toward Ketheric but Fanden jumps in front of him to stop us.

“YOU BASTARD!” I shout, my hands shaking as I try to bolt toward my baby. “Give her back!” Karlach and Wyll then charge at Gortash, pouncing on top of him. While Wyll has him in a headlock, she beats him with the intensity of her warhammer. My blood boils and tears escape my eyes as I try to once again reach out to Ketheric, but he pushes me away with his right hand with extreme force, holding Jenevelle in his other arm. He proceeds to cast ‘sanctuary’ so he is unable to be harmed.

“GIVE US OUR BABY BACK!” Gale’s voice is like thunder, causing me to tremble, simply because I’ve never heard him yell or raise his voice before. I can see veins pulsating through his forehead as anger courses within his body. “No one takes my daughter from me!”

Fanden proceeds to charge at me so I can’t unleash the holy power within me, but Halsin casts ‘hold person’ on him, causing him to be in a state of immobility. Wyll proceeds to use Eldritch Blast on him, which drains a significant amount of life from his body. As this is happening, I hear our baby cry, and she’s completely terrified as she notices us fighting to get her back.

“Say goodbye to your daughter before the soul chains suck her dry of her immortality,” Ketheric grumbles, followed by a chuckle that instantly pisses me off. Gortash kicks Karlach off his body, revealing bruises and blood across his entire body, soaking his white shirt.

“Now, Ketheric, even I’m not that cruel. We’ll get what we’ve been after, just hand me the baby,” Gortash demands, his eyes intimidating Ketheric into submission. “I won’t allow harm to be done to her under any circumstance.”

“Please, hand her to us. I’m begging you,” I whimper, gritting my teeth as I watch her helpless body being held by my tyrant father. Tears drip off my chin, and I notice Gale is crying as well. It pains us horrible to watch her out of any protection. At this moment, I finally feel it: the unstoppable and vicious power within me, ready to unleash. I notice it within Gale too.

As Fanden becomes unfrozen from the spell, Karlach and Wyll both stomp on his back so he’s unable to get up. Gortash stares at our daughter, smiling at her as her bottom lip quivers. She’s trying to stop crying.

“Ah, my lovely little granddaughter. There’s so much potential within you. I could take that immortality from you and grant you the experience to grow up. Then, once you’re old enough, you can have it back again.”

“NO. If she dies at any point before you grant it back, her soul is debted to the Hells and she will be tortured. We had no choice,” I say calmly, trying to contain my power while my daughter is still in his hands.

“What a shame. It can never be simple, can it?” Right then and there, Gale charges directly at Gortash, but Ketheric stops him by gripping his shirt, causing it to rip. “My dear daughter, I know how badly you want your baby back. I’ll give her to you if you can make a deal with me. Let me make up all those years that have been lost. Allow me into your life. Let’s…catch up, per se. Forgive and forget the haunting past.”

While it’s true he may want to be a part of my life, I sense deceit in his words. I have a feeling he wants me to trust him so he can find a way to use me for his selfish gains and immortality.

“You may have been a decent man at one point, but you’re a manipulator. You will never gain my trust. Power is too important for you to care about anything else.”

“I hear the hurt in your voice, darling. You want to love me, you want to respect me. You can.” Gaslighting is what he’s good at, and he’s either telling the truth, or masking his intentions very well.

“I don’t know what to believe anymore.” Gale places his hand on my right shoulder, his eyes saddened as he realizes I’m being sucked into his trap.

“Love, he’s willing to keep our baby locked in soul chains if you don’t obey him. Do not believe a single word he says.” Gortash glares at him, then sighs, but a hint of sadness is lingering in his breath. It’s so hard to decipher his intentions.

[pabit]

LOVE…?

WELL, I CANT SAY FOR SURE. RATHER, ALLOW ME TO SHARE A MEMORY FROM MY TIME WITH HIM IN THE APARTMENT; ONE THAT HAUNTS ME NOW.

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I FOUND VINNY SLEEPING IN MY BED ONE NIGHT. I THOUGHT IT WAS ODD, NOT UNDERSTANDING WHY HE WAS DOING IT. I ASKED HIM, “DID YA MISS ME?”

AND HE REPLIED: “i was worried about you.”

I HAD BEEN GONE FOR NEARLY A MONTH, BUT I HADN'T CONSIDERED HE WOULD FIND THAT WORRISOME. I CHUCKLED, AND HE TURNED AWAY. I STOPPED LAUGHING THEN.

I GOT INTO THE BED NEXT TO HIM. HE WOULDNT LOOK AT ME, LIKE HE WAS EMBARRASSED. MAYBE HE WAS ASHAMED. HE SAID HE WAS TIRED AND HE WENT BACK TO SLEEP. I STAYED BY HIS SIDE UNTIL REST TOOK ME AWAY AS WELL.

IN THE MORNING VIN WAS GONE, AND THE EMPTY SPACE BESIDE ME HAD LONG GROWN COLD IN HIS ABSENCE. 

I LAID THERE WITH MY ARM RESTING IN THE CHILLY IMPRINT LEFT BY HIS BODY, THINKING FOR A LONG WHILE ABOUT HOW HE MUST HAVE FELT IN THE HOURS BEFORE I CAME HOME.

HAD IT ONLY BEEN HOURS? OR DAYS? THE ENTIRE MONTH?

I FORGOT TO EVEN ASK. I GOT OUT OF BED.

I FOUND HIM IN THE KITCHEN NEXT, FUMBLING AROUND WITH THE POTS AND PANS AND THE STOVE IN THE PURSUIT OF A MORNING MEAL FOR TWO. I HEARD HIM CURSE UNDER HIS BREATH AS I SAT DOWN AT THE TABLE.

BREAKFAST WAS SIMPLE: EGGS AND FRENCH TOAST. BUT FOR SOME REASON ON THIS MORNING, THEY TASTED ESPECIALLY GOOD.

WE ATE WITHOUT SAYING A WORD TO EACH OTHER, AS IF TOO STARVED TO TURN AWAY FROM OUR PLATES AND WASTE OUR ENERGY ON IDLE PLEASANTRIES. 

HE AND I WERE LONG PAST THAT PHASE.

WITH OUR STOMACHS FULL, HE WHISKED AWAY OUR DISHES TO THE SINK PROMPTLY, THEN HAD TO WAIT A MINUTE OR TWO WHILE THE TAP HEATED UP.

THE WATER TURNED SCALDING HOT - I COULD SEE THE STEAM RADIATING OFF HIS ARMS AS HE BEGAN TO RINSE OUR MORNING AWAY, COMPLETELY UNBOTHERED BY THE HEAT.

SOMETHING SHATTERS.

“shit!”

I STOOD UP AND MADE MY WAY TO HIS SIDE. THERE I SAW THE BLOOD POURING FROM THE PALM OF HIS HANDS. SHARDS OF THE DRINKING GLASS LITTERED THE BOTTOM OF THE SINK AND BLOCKED THE DRAIN. I TWISTED THE FAUCET CLOSED.

“YOU GOTTA BE MORE CAREFUL, CHAMP.”

HE GROANED WITH DISMISSIVE IRRITATION. I GRABBED HIM BY THE WRISTS, BEFORE HE COULD TURN AWAY FROM ME JUST LIKE HE HAD THE NIGHT BEFORE. 

VIN STILLED HIMSELF THEN. HE LOOKED FRIGHTENED, EVEN THOUGH MY GRASP WAS LIGHT.

I INSPECTED HIS INJURY.

IT DOESN’T TAKE A FUCKING GENIUS TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO DRESS A WOUND, SO THE MOMENT WAS BRIEF. IN THE NEXT, I SWUNG OPEN THE CABINET UNDERNEATH THE SINK AND RETRIEVED THE LOOSE FISTFULS OF FIRST-AID MATERIAL.

HIS FRESHLY WRAPPED HAND STILL IN MINE AND SILENCE BETWEEN US, HE LEANED INTO ME (NOT AWAY)…AND RESTED HIS HEAD ON MY SHOULDER.

“sorry.”

I DIDNT UNDERSTAND WHY HE SAID THAT. SO I ASKED HIM:

“WHAT FOR?”

HE LET OUT A DRY CHUCKLE, AND MOVED BACK JUST ENOUGH TO LOOK ME IN THE EYES - EASIER TO DO WHEN I’M WITHOUT A HAT, AS I HAD BEEN THEN.

“making you care about me. or– at least, forcing you to pretend like you care.”

THIS CAUGHT ME OFF GUARD.

“I'M NOT–”

HE LAUGHED A LITTLE HARDER, CUTTING ME OFF.

“its cool, habit. you gotta keep the lie alive or whatever, i get that. its crueler this way, isn’t it? making me think im safe with you—”

I PUSHED MYSELF AWAY FROM HIM, FEELING AN INDIGNANT ANGER WASH OVER ME. ANGER OVER WHAT, NOT EVEN I WAS ENTIRELY SURE. HE LOOKED AS SURPRISED AS I FELT INSIDE.

THEN I FELT SHEEPISH UNDER HIS GAZE, AND I TURNED TO THE  COUNTER, WEARILY RESTING ON THE EDGE WITH CLAMORING HANDS.

“CRUELER? CRUELER…YES. FOR US BOTH.”

HE SAID NOTHING MORE. I LEFT THE HOUSE IN THE NEXT HOUR.

LATER IN THE NIGHT, AFTER HANDLING SOME MORE TEDIOUSLY VIOLENT BUSINESS, I RETURNED TO THE APARTMENT.

VIN WAS ASLEEP IN MY BED AGAIN.

“HEY, UH—“

HE AWOKE WITH A START AND SAT UP, COVERS PULLED OVER HIS BARE CHEST IN MODEST FASHION.

“um…hey.”

I MAKE FOR THE BED. HE DOESNT ATTEMPT TO LEAVE AS I SLIDE IN UNDER THE BLANKET AND SIT NEXT TO HIM. IT WAS DARK, BUT I THINK HE COULD SMELL ALL THE BLOOD.

HE LAID BACK DOWN AND BREATHED IN DEEP.

“...who was it this time?”

I CURLED UP AGAINST HIS BACKSIDE.

“YOU PROBABLY WOULDNT KNOW ���EM.”

I WAS PROTECTING HIM…BUT WHY? HE DIDN’T SEEM THAT BOTHERED BY MY PROCLIVITIES AT THIS POINT, BUT EVEN STILL, I CHOSE NOT TO SAY ALOUD WHAT I IMAGINED WOULD BE AN UGLY, PAINFUL TRUTH.

I CLOSED MY EYES AND ATTEMPTED TO ENTER THE VOID OF SLEEP ONCE MORE, IN SPITE OF MY SPIRALING THOUGHTS.

YOU ASK ME...IS IT LOVE?

I DON’T KNOW. FOR A CREATURE BORN ONLY TO CAUSE SUFFERING, HERE I HAD BEEN, LONGING TO DO THE OPPOSITE. IS IT LOVE TO WANT BETTER FOR SOMEONE ELSE...?

MOMENTS LIKE THESE OCCURRED MORE AND MORE FREQUENTLY AFTER THIS. WE RELISHED IN OUR CLOSENESS; WE SHARED OUR MEALS, OUR LAUGHS, OUR STRUGGLES, OUR BODIES…

AND THEN NOTHING AT ALL, VERY SUDDENLY. THE REASON, I WOULD SOON FIGURE OUT, WAS BECAUSE VINNY HAD BEEN SCHEMING BEHIND MY BACK TO RELEASE WHAT YOU ALL WOULD COME TO KNOW AS THE PRINCETON TAPES.

…

I COULD ONLY THEN ASSUME THAT WHATEVER I HAD BEEN FEELING...VINNY DID NOT SHARE IN IT. HE HAD USED IT AGAINST ME. AND IT WORKED.

THE END NOW IN HIS SIGHTS, VINNY LEFT ME THERE. and despite the hurt i felt...i was worried about him. is that love?

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[skellymom]

"Vagabonds" Chapter 15 "Get In Losers"

Ongoing fanfic Hunter x Reader/Fem Reader/OC

Hunter meets a smuggler Nomaadi Star Woman with a powerful force sensitive teen who changes the trajectory of CF-99's lives...as they ALL try to escape from The Empire together.

ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰɪᴄ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ 18+ ᴅɴɪ

To read Chapter 14 "In Confidence":

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Word Count: 2.7K (sorry, tried to keep it under 1.5, but failed this time)

Background: A message from Cid which gives Hunter has some character growth. The crew of the Marauder and Beldame sit down for a meal and a fun card game. Basically some fun fluff in-between all the action and angst...but the memory of Crosshair won't be forgotten! And...Tech has an important message for Hunter!!!

*The card game CUTTHROAT is a combination of Gin Rummy, Poker, and Uno with differing/ever changing House Rules depending on where you play it. It's meant to be a high stakes betting game that is played ruthlessly and obnoxiously. Cheating is not against the rules, either. A favorite of Arc Troopers, Bounty Hunters, and card game casinos but the Nomaadi have their own version, usually less fatal (people have been shot dead during hands played by Bounty Hunters-think old Western card games) and a LOT more fun!

*Hammer, Datapad, Cutting Torch! is TBB equivalent to Rock/Paper/Scissors...as paper and scissors don't seem to exist in this universe...

Warning: Star Wars Canon Violence, earth swears, bodily functions (boys being silly), hints at horniness/sexual innuendo/humor.

(Credit: Cool moving star dividers by @4ngelic-wh1spers )

Recap:

Sil put his hands up to his face in shame.   Echo could barely make out the next muffled statement from Sil. 

“I’m happy that man is dead.” 

Wrecker, who had been sitting nearby playing on a datapad, and unable to NOT hear what was being said turned to Echo with an extremely horrified expression. 

Echo met Wrecker’s expression with a mournful one. 

Sil broke into loud sobs and let the tears overtake him. 

“Does he need a hug?”  Wrecker whispered. 

Echo shook his head.  “I don't’ think he wants ANYONE to touch him right now.” 

Wrecker nodded.  “I’ll...uh...go make a fresh pot of caf.  Ok?” 

“Good idea.”  Echo replied.  “Going to be a very long night.” 

"Get In Losers"

Awhile later Mad and Hunter Emerged from the back of the Marauder and made their way to the front of the ship. 

An incoming communication alerted Tech, and he sprung up from the game of Balaans he was playing to sit in the cockpit. 

“Hunter, Cid is attempting to contact us.” 

Hunter stopped with a mistrustful look on his face. 

“Should we even answer it?” Echo asked.  “Empire has probably taken over Ord Mantell.” 

Everyone eyed each other, waiting for Hunter to make the final decision. 

“Tech, if we answer the comm how long before our coordinates can be traced?”  

“Approximately 60 seconds.  Anything over that we have a high probability of detection.” 

“Hunky, you DON’T have to do this!”  Mad was worrisome. 

“I do.  Let the comm through.”  Hunter was determined. 

A blue hologram projection of Cid appeared in the middle of the Marauder’s cockpit.  She looked PISSED. 

“BANDANA!” Cid shrieked.  “Where have you boys been!  Need you to do another job for me.” 

“We’re DONE working for you, Cid.” Hunter seethed. 

Then Cid noticed Mad standing with the Batch.  “I should’ve known.”  Cid crossed her arms.  “The love birds flew the coop... after ALL I've done for you!”   

Cid’s eyes betrayed her.  For a second, they flitted offscreen...as if SOMEONE was urging her to keep them talking to give up their position. 

“That’s a load of Bantha Shit, Cid!”  Hunter was about to give the signal to end the comm. 

But Cid wasn’t done.  She had ONE more petty thing to say: 

“And WHERE is my expensive settee from The Oasis that’s been missin’ since you two were up there???” 

Hunter sneered “WE FUCKED IT TO DEATH AND BURNED WHAT WAS LEFT!” Then signaled to Tech to immediately cut the comm. 

The LAST expression ANYONE saw from Cid was a look of wide-eyed disgust.  Then the hologram disappeared. 

“Transmission terminated before detection.” Tech remarked. 

Everyone else was silent for a few seconds...then erupted into laughter. 

Hunter leaned down to face Omega.  “Sorry you had to hear that, Kid.  Was uncouth of me.” 

“I’m not sure EXACTLY what you said...but I think you got the desired reaction.”  She grinned. 

“OHHHH!  I NEED DETAILS!!!”  Wrecker slapped Hunter on the shoulder. 

Hunter blushed deeply and glanced up at Mad.   

She had that devil-may care smirk on her face. 

Echo chimed in at Hunter “No wonder the Empire found us!”  Then turned to everyone else on the ship. “They sent a HUMPING BEACON!” 

Hunter covered Omega’s ears.   

It didn’t matter as Tech was recording EVERYTHING.  She’d see it sooner or later. 

Everyone was slap happy having escaped a terrifying situation...and for some crew members possible death... 

“Coming and going” Love Force signed with a silly face. 

“Breaking and entering” Sil added with a deadpan expression. 

“Get in loser...we’re busting stuff up!” Omega chirped, staring RIGHT at Hunter with a snarky smile. 

Wrecker slid off his chair and laid on the floor in a laughing fit.  Tiggy jumped up and down on him in glee. 

Hunter sighed...” Trying to keep her innocent here!” 

“Good lucky, Hunky.  Ain’t gonna happen with this bunch.”  Mad ran her fingers through his hair. 

After the laughter EVENTUALLY died down, Mad made an announcement. “Whoever’s hungry come downstairs to the ‘Dame’s galley.  I’ll whip up something good.” 

She made her way to the bottom entrance of the Marauder. 

Hunter took his hands off Omega’s ears “I had such high hopes for you...” shaking his head at her, then winked. 

Omega beamed back, then hugged him.  He squeezed her back, then got up.  “I’d say keep out of trouble...but that isn’t gong happen, is it?”  Glancing at her, Sil, and Love. 

Everyone nodded innocently “No”. 

“Well...can’t say I blame you.  Remember four brothers who were troublesome kids, too.”  Hunter glanced around the cockpit, then followed Mad. 

A feeling of melancholy hit Hunter in the heart...while he meant himself, Wrecker, Tech, and for right now Echo...even though Echo joined their squad later in adulthood... 

...he couldn’t help but think of Crosshair.  His most favorite troublesome brother.  They got into so many fun shenanigans while on Kamino thanks to Crosshair.  He was SUCH an instigator... 

Where was he?  What was he doing right now? 

Mad noticed the faraway look on Hunter’s face. 

“What’s bothering you, Hunky?” She stroked his jaw gently. 

Hunter popped back into the present.  “Just a memory...nothing...” 

Mad stared empathetically into Hunter’s eyes.  She could relate.  So many memories...so many FEELINGS. 

“Proud of you telling Cid off like that.” 

Hunter beamed.  “Felt REALLY good.”  Then feigned a badass expression. “Fuck her.” 

“OH MY!  Angry Hunter is sooo HOT!!!” 

He chuckled.  “Alright...let me climb the ladder FIRST.  Then I can help you down.” 

“Whatever you say HOT STUFF.” 

The ‘Dames small galley pantry was almost empty. 

Everyone had filed down from the Marauder into the Beldame, looking for a meal. 

Wrecker apologized “I ate a LOT of what was in there...sorry.” 

“You don’t have to apologize, Wrecker.” Mad poked him in the belly playfully.  “A ship this size can store more than that dinky pantry.  Love, show them what I mean.” 

Love floated towards the back of the ship, past the cabin bunks and Mad’s stateroom.  From what the Batchers could see were only engine compartments and miscellaneous mechanical panels. 

They bumped several of the panels with their fist and an entry door slid open.  Lights flickered then snapped on, illuminating a hidden larder of food, weapons, and other miscellaneous items.  Mad stepped in followed by The Batchers. 

“Extraordinary!”  Tech exclaimed. 

Tiggy ran past him and yanked a bag of grain meal off the shelf, shaking it furiously. 

“Drop it!”  He ordered.  She immediately dropped the bag, with a hole now in it, white grain powder coating her snout. 

“You are SO dumb.” Echo looked down at Tiggy. 

“She is technically a very normal puppy.  Full of energy and mischief.” Tech corrected Echo. 

“My bad.  You are SO normally troublesome.”  Echo teased. 

“Wow.”  Hunter glanced around.  “Must sustain you for months.” 

“Depends on how many people are on board.  Believe it or not, the amount of people staying on this ship currently is NOTHING close to how many people we’ve crammed in these spaces to smuggle them out of danger.  And fed them for weeks.” Mad explained. 

Sil added from the doorway. “There’s another secret pantry flanking the other side of the ship, too.  But that one isn’t as full.  It’s mostly for hiding people.  Occasionally animals, too” 

Then there is the top crawlspace above us. Love signed.  Another hiding space for people and supplies up there.   

Wrecker, Echo, Tech, and Hunter stared back at Mad incredulously. 

“Hey, I can’t take all the credit.  This ship belonged to my Uncle Taavi before I owned it.  He designed and built the Dread Beldame himself.  He was quite the smuggler back in the day.  Now, he just builds stuff for fun and money.  The ‘Dame was a gift from him when I had Love.  We needed a home...and he gave us one.” 

Mad smiled.  Then wiped a tear just forming from her eye. 

Mom? Love signed.  Are you ok? 

“Yeah.  Just hit me right in the feels.  I’m not sad.  Just miss that scruffy nerfhearder.  Anyhow, l need help restocking the galley pantry and fridge.  Then we’ll throw together some grub.” 

You didn’t have to tell everyone twice.  They set to work IMMEDIATELY. 

Dinner consisted of a hearty stew and fresh baked bread, made from ripped grain meal package.  Mad had help cooking and baking from Hunter and Sil.  Wrecker put together dessert: nondairy whipped topping and cookies on the verge of going stale.  Omega got together plates, napkins, and cups.  Love found something to drink for the kids.  And something to drink for the rest of the adults who could imbibe in alcohol.   

Echo brought down the rest of the caf from the Marauder.  Then poured a mug for Mad. 

Tech, while setting the table, henpecked Echo for pouring such a large mug. “She shouldn’t ingest too much caffeine.” 

“Oh, I’m sure those Jedi eggs will be just fine!” Echo rolled his eyes. 

He handed Mad the mug.  “Thank you Echo.”   

Echo omitted to Tech how much sugar and creamer he loaded into the mug.  Tech would have a cow.   

Mad threw back a mouthful of caf while stirring the stew.  Then grimaced and spit the caf back into the mug.  “This taste...gah...HORRIBLE!  Like...soil!!!”  

“Oh, NOW I'm OFFENDED!”  Echo scowled.  “Fixed that cafe EXACTLY like how I drink it.”  Echo addressed the caf drinkers in the room “Was your caf horrible.” 

“No.” Wrecker, Tech, and Sil answered in unison. 

“Let me have that.” Hunter took a sip from Mad’s mug.  “If you mean horrible by ALL the sugar and creamer Echo put in it.  I agree.  But the coffee portion is just fine...” 

“Ohh...Mr. It’s Not Coffee Unless It’s Black...” Echo teased. 

“Right.  It’s not coffee.  Just sugar sludge.”  Hunter teased back. 

“Time to eat, children!”  Mad turned the burner off on the galley stove.  Then handed the mug to Wrecker, who downed it like a liquor shot.  “I appreciate the thought, Echo.  My tastebuds are just crap tonight.” 

Everyone dug into the food like they had never eaten before. 

The meal was decimated.  Everyone sat around in a food coma.  Tiggy passed out under the table.  The kids had other ideas. 

“We need to break out the cards!” Sil suggested. 

Love nodded and floated away towards a storage locker. 

“Music too!” Omega blurted out. 

Tech perked up “I have a collection of antique recordings...” 

“NO!” Echo cut him off.  “NO MORE of your antique folk songs.  Maker, you had them on REPEAT since Ord Mantell!!!” 

“WHY?  They are entertaining AND educational.” Tech attempted to explain. 

“Can we PLEASE have a break from something...educational?” Hunter threw in his opinion. 

“How EXACTLY do you suggest we decide on WHO picks the music selection.” Tech groused openly. 

“Hammer, Datapad, Cutting Torch!”  Wrecker blurted out.  “READY!” 

“I’m NOT getting involved.”  Hunter leaned back to watch the shenanigans. 

“One, two...” Wrecker started 

“Wait!  This is completely arbitrary.  Echo...YOU CANNOT USE YOUR SCOMP...it is UNFAIR!” Tech tried to stop the process but couldn’t catch himself from mimicking his brothers and sister’s hand signals. 

“THREE!!!” Wrecker bellowed. 

Three hands and a scomp slammed onto the table. 

“I WIN!!!” Omega yelled with glee. 

“Ugh...WHY are we resorting to childish games of chance to make decisions???” Tech rolled his eyes.  “Because...” Echo bumped him “It’s fun!” 

“Hand it over!”  Omega wriggled her fingers at Tech’s datapad. 

Tech sighed and handed it over.  Omega scrolled through playlists to find “her music.” 

Mad leaned into Hunter and laughed “You guys REALLY are siblings...”  

“Heh, this beats the OTHER childish game we used to do...were MUCH younger then...” Hunter trailed off. 

“Should I ask?” Mad was curious. 

“I DEFINITELY wanna know!” Sil leaned in. 

Tech perked up “As young cadets we would urinate off the platforms of Kamino into the ocean to see who could eliminate the furthest.” 

EVERYONE around the table gave Tech a dead eyed stare...except for Hunter who chuckled, and Wrecker... 

“I could pee the FURTHEST!” He preened proudly.  “Crosshair was the MOST ACCURATE if we threw something in the water for target practice!!!” 

Good ole’ Crossy, Hunter thought.  He was SUCH a HOOLIGAN! 

Omega’s hand shot up in embarrassment.  “I. Uh...wasn't involved AT ALL!” 

Echo eyed his brothers strangely “Yeah, glad I missed THAT one, too.” 

“As I recall Hunter and I were neck and neck as far as distance.” Tech reminisced. 

“Uh...huh...that’s NOT weird...” Echo quirked an eyebrow at them. 

“Was all fun and games until we did it on a windy day.  Really spoiled it.” Hunter joked. 

Sil couldn’t hold back “It TOOK a windy day for you guys to figure that out???” Then burst out laughing. 

Mad snorted with glee. 

Love returned to the table and tossed two decks of cards onto the table.  Tonight we play CUTTHROAT! 

“OH!  Haven’t played this since my Academy days!”  Echo excitedly blurted. 

“What’s Cutthroat?”  Wrecker asked.  Tech leaned in to listen curiously. 

Mad interrupted “If you play this on the Beldame, there are Special House Rules.  We are a betting House, and we add new rules ALL the time.  Keeps the game fresh and everyone ready to play like a...” 

“CUTTHROAT!!!” Sil yelled with a crazed expression. 

Love pumped their fist in the air. 

“OHHH YEAHHH!!!” Wrecker shouted excitedly.  They had gotten HIS attention. 

“Sounds Intriguing.  I’m in.” Tech excitedly pulled out the cards from the box and started to shuffle them. 

Omega put on her tunes and turned up the datapad’s volume to max, which wasn’t much with all the talking and noise. 

“Omega, hand that to me.  I’ll plug it into our speaker system.” Mad offered. 

The brothers stopped stunned. 

Mad smirked.  “Hey, we LOVE our music...and Uncle Taavi installed them all over the ship BEFORE he gave it to us.”   

She got up, set the datapad into a docking station and jacked into the Beldame’s sound system.  Upbeat pop/club music emanated through the ship with a crisp bass beat. 

“NICE!” Wrecker and Echo jammed to the beat. 

Tech bobbed his head and tapped his feet while taking instructions from Sil on dealing cards.  Omega and Love were teamed up with love hovering behind to oversee and instruct her on gameplay. 

“You guys in?”  Sil asked Hunter and Mad.   

Hunter nodded “I’ll pass this time.  Think someone is getting sleepy.” 

“I’m not sleepy...just...don’t want to do anything that requires TOO much thinking.” Mad mumbled. 

“Suit yourself.  Gonna be a WILD game.  These guys are CRAZY!!!”  Sil seemed genuinely excited and happy. 

Hunter and Mad leaned back cuddling in their seats watching the game. 

And, true to Sil’s observation, the game was indeed WILD!  It started out as each person having their own hand, then as players had to fold, those “out” chose sides.  As it progressed, snacks and drinks broke out.  Kid friendly drinks for Sil, Love, and Omega.  Spotchka for everyone else, which worked to their advantage, as the kids seemed to be whipping the adult's butts.   

Tiggy had awakened, wandering around the table begging... 

...she was also an effective card mule.  Both sides covertly tucked cards into her collar as she crawled under the table to deliver them...and was rewarded with a treat. 

The Betting Pile was indeed growing larger as time went on: Credits, a bar of expensive Coruscant chocolate, death sticks that SOMEONE stole from the secret compartments (nobody on the Beldame smoked, but Mad always kept a couple cartons for trading purposes when they ran out of credits), Lula, Echo’s scomp, a full roll of toilet paper, and other odd assorted objects that made NO sense whatsoever. Wrecker helped Echo with his cards since...he was down one working appendage.  Tech tried to use his vast intellect and strategy, but The House Rules befuddled his Spotchka infused brain. 

“Hunky...” Mad whispered. 

“Hmm?” He hummed into her hair. 

“I’m gonna go lay down.” 

“You ok?” He seemed concerned.  She seemed more tired than usual...and his senses picked up a slight difference in her body chemistry the last 48 standard hours during the time she had passed out. 

“Yeah.  Not really tired...just...I don’t know.” 

“You want me to come with you?” 

Mad smiled.  “I SHOULD say stay and watch the game or play a hand.”  Then she stopped, concentrating...  

“Hey...” Hunter noticed an uptick in her heartbeat, then caught a faint whiff of...  “Oh...hey...” 

Mad smiled recognizing Hunter’s expression “Yeah...horny...kinda out of nowhere.” 

“Well, let’s get you to bed.” 

Hunter helped Mad stand.  “Lads, kiddos, we’re off to bed.” 

“Goodnight, all” Mad nodded. 

Everyone bade them goodnight as Hunter and Mad made their way towards Mad’s stateroom.  The whoops and hollers amid dance music intensified as Echo gained some ground, but Omega blocked him with a hidden card. 

“Hunter?” Tech had left the table and followed them. 

Hunter turned to see his brother’s expression slightly uncomfortable, yet soft.  He could smell the booze on Tech’s breath. 

“Eh, what is it, Tech?” 

“I... uh...need to speak to you...privately.”  Tech shifted pushing his goggles up the bridge of his nose. 

Hunter turned back to Mad “Go ahead and get comfortable.  I’ll be in shortly.” 

Mad nodded. “Goodnight, Tech.” Then wandered into her cabin, closing the door. 

“Goodnight Maadienne.” Tech flustered, realizing he had called Mad by her “proper name” NOT the one she preferred. 

When he had Hunter’s full attention, Tech reached down under an instrument panel, pulling out a small metal box and handed it to him. 

Hunter, awaiting an explanation and getting none, opened it... 

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My danganronpa v3 chapter 5 pre-investigation running commentary:

“you’re such an optometrist. can you prescribe some rose-colored glasses for me too?” might be my favorite line in the game and certainly my favorite thing himiko has ever said. the play on words, the cleverness, and of course the underhanded sick burn

laughing at maki saying “if this weren’t a killing game i would’ve already fucking murdered kokichi” lmaooooo

oh i can’t believe i was WRONG about the black and white door being to kokichi’s lab, it was actually to kaito’s. but i was RIGHT that the astronaut lab would be COOL as SHIT

LMAO himiko to kaito saying she’d never wanna be in a vehicle he’s driving bc of his reckless confidence. you know what she’s probably right

please tell me the astronaut lab actually leads to something that can eventually be piloted that’d be fucking sick

you know i have a feeling i know whose lab is behind the suspicious red door

nope I was wrong it was not kokichi’s, it was rantaro’s. and i can’t even get in?? booo!!

“that sorta unexpected development can only happen in a real killing game like this one.” REAL killing game? what exactly do you mean by REAL killing game?

“what a waste. i can’t believe that idiot killed [rantaro].” hey that’s a rude thing to say about kaede!! and i thought you WANTED us to kill each other, monokuma!

shuichi brings up a great point - what DOES happen when construction is done?

what in the SHIT is that giant thing next to miu’s lab? that wasn’t there before, was it???

cyber courtyard? uhh okay. this definitely doesn’t feel like someplace i’ll be chased out of!

my new genius plan: shuichi, kaito, maki, keebo, and himiko each pilot one of the now-abandoned exisals, we shoot monokuma, and we bust out of here! a flawless plan!

aw i love that keebo has nice memories about miu (it seems like he’s the only one who does). apparently they must’ve bonded while shuichi wasn’t around (and i mean more than just the not-sex scene i witnessed)

“rust in peace” keebo plz

keebo don’t put yourself in danger why are you putting yourself under the hydraulic press if anything happens to you i will not be able to handle it

listen i know he just wants confirmation about how alive he is and how much of a soul he has which breaks my heart but still do not do that please

where is there a bathroom in the exisal hangar? and why the FUCK can’t i investigate the absolutely insane-looking toilet come on shuichi you can’t tell me you aren’t at least a little suspicious about that

me and kaito need to make up IMMEDIATELY i can’t stand this

i’ll be honest i had a suspicion the letters in the courtyard had something to do with kokichi before they were even complete, i could kind of see his name before we got all the letters

“shuichi, your words make me extremely happy” once again keebo i would fucking die for you

bro why do miu and kaito’s skills cost 6 slots but keebo’s costs 32????

very worrisome that kaito wants to learn about weapons. he definitely doesn’t wanna shoot kokichi or anything

oh he’s comparing kaito and maki to himself and kaede ❤️ parallels 🩷

sooner or later maki is going to force me and kaito to wear our “getting along” shirt

“i have to make up, for kaito AND for maki” this sentiment is sweet shut up

ah it’s finally time for the love key! monokuma woke me up so aggressively

hm i’m not sure about the moral and ethical implications of this key. oh well

oh no i got himiko?? tenko i’m so sorry about this

shuichi wasn’t very good at listening to the “stay in character” instructions he kept asking questions

that was alright but. i know who *i* wanna fuck (keebo) and i know who *shuichi* wants to fuck (kaito), so we’re gonna go back to a previous save file and try this again

oh hell yeah i got maki this time! kaito i’m sorry in advance for fucking your girlfriend

aw maki’s fantasy is that she never became an assassin and she’s in a long-term relationship? that’s sweet and a little heartbreaking

damn i can’t believe maki roleplay marriage proposed to me before fucking me

me to kaito the next day: “bro i swear it was a one-time thing, it didn’t mean anything. i’m pretty sure she was thinking of you the whole time!”

“last night with maki, was that a dream?” i am genuinely not sure, shuichi

okay i’m at maki’s 4th FTE. she’s talking about a girl she was friends with in the orphanage, whom she played House with. is this the person she was fantasizing about in the love suite????

yo where the fuck is kokichi’s lab? that’s the only one we haven’t found yet

i’m wondering who’s gonna get murdered. i REALLY fear for keebo, since i think kokichi is out for blood and they’ve been feuding since the start. i fear for himiko too, since i didn’t think she’d last this long anyway and i still hold my belief that all 3 girlies are gonna end up dead

“the outcome will settle once and for all how miu perceived me” aw keebo

a theory: maybe kokichi anticipated that the hammer will disable keebo and then he could swoop in and try and kill him. but maybe he DIDN’T anticipate how close keebo and miu had grown and didn’t see that miu would ensure the hammers wouldn’t hurt keebo. she DID program him as a living being and not an object in the virtual world, after all. we’ll see if they work on him or not

hey after a few tries i finally made it through the passage level! and on my successful attempt i only lost one student! RIP shuichi

damn i thought that door looked like the door in DR1, and then they lined us up like the poses at the end of DR1

something about this outside world backstory don’t smell right. i am very skeptical about everything they’re telling me

i appreciate kaito’s determination to punch kokichi in the face

did shuichi lie in bed for a whole day-plus?

oh? who’s come to my door to save me from killing myself?

of course it was maki

oh!!!! we’re getting the TRUE lore dump now!!!!!!!

the JOLT that ran through me when the name makoto naegi came on my screen. i even predicted i’d see that name a second before i did and i still felt that

i TOLD you makoto naegi was haunting the fucking narrative!!!!!! i could feel it!!!!!!!!!!!

okay while this seems more believable than what kokichi said, you cannot convince me that MAKOTO NAEGI of all people chose to abandon earth. and i do not believe it’s currently hundreds of years in the future

bro if this whole thing is about a disease killing the world, and this game came out before covid, the propheticness is unreal

the one thing i don’t believe is that kokichi’s cult was the remnants of despair. cause…i know things the characters here don’t. everyone in-universe knows everything that happened in DR1, but if I recall correctly the events of DR2 are like a dirty little secret that the general public doesn’t know. so they wouldn’t know that the remnants of despair were rehabilitated. unless they grew beyond class 77-b, but idk if that’s what they’re talking about

my new completely out of left field theory: the professor built keebo in the image of makoto naegi. idk how much time has passed DR1 (or DR2 or the anime) and how old makoto is now, but he’s old enough to have rebuilt the academy by now. and keebo’s super short, he’s got the ahoge, he listens to his inner voice of hope. it’s not the worst theory i’ve ever had

okay another thing that doesn’t sit right: “only a genius can overcome nature.” wasn’t that also kind of against makoto’s whole philosophy? he was a normal dude, who had hope. and didn’t he restart the academy with the idea of it being for EVERYONE? if i remember right? something about this doesn’t feel quite right either

where’s monokuma? and what about that secret door in the library?? did we just forget about that?????

“all four” exisals? shuichi are you dumb? there were 5 of them!

that felt suspiciously like a goodbye to kaito and i don’t like it. if something happens to him i’m suing

i have a sinking feeling something will go wrong and someone might die on our mission to rescue kaito

Annnnnnnnd I’ll be back after investigating this so-called murder!

[bellasimos]

Tea & Confess (18+)

ɢᴏʀᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇᴍᴜʀᴀ x ᴠ(ᴏᴄ)

You can read it on Ao3 ( x )  Words Counting: 9,291 Warning: Smut, Eventual Smut, My First Smut, oral (giving), Face-Fucking, Vaginal Fingering, Overstimulation, Missionary Position, Confessions, Unprotected Sex, slightly brainwash mentioned, idk what else to add  Summary: After hacking into Arasaka's float in order to reach Hanako, Vaike had alternative ideas to tell her personal problem with Takemura, which only lead to worrisome of regaining some of her memories, one particular that he is holding out hope for her to not forget about him.  Note: A disclamation, English is not my first language but I tried my best to edit and change grammar that makes sense. A little feedback/critique is alright, negative feedback/criticism is not the way to help writers to improve better. Enjoy :) Original was posted on my main but is now move fully here

"V, take the roof!" Exclaimed Takemura via the comm.

On a night mission to hijack the float to one step closer to meeting Hanako. To expose the real truth of who murdered Saboro rather blame a merc thief. Vaike, the real name, is helping out to get the truth out to save her sister and figure out how to save her life from the biochip that is taking possession of Yua's body. The only thing that Vaike has remains her family. As she glanced up at the roof opening in the Arasaka building. Vaike wasted no time in getting there, silent and quick. All thanks to Takemura for teaching her, she jumps twice so that she can sense the air. One more step and she is out, as her hand touches the reel of the roof; using her strength to pull herself out of the inside building. Vaike was met by a cool death at night but the sound of Arasaka's alarm remains. As she sighs, blink her eyes to resume the call with Takemura and Yua.

"It's done."

"Abouuuut time! I was worried that you would get caught!" Said Yua, who was hiding on the opposite side of the building.

Her cheerful voice still seemed the same, Vaike thought of that.

"Excellent job, V. With this, we can approach Hanako without any problem. I will discuss the next part of the plan tomorrow." Takemura explained.

"Alright, you can leave, for now, Yua." Vaike said, rolling her eyes as she already knew where Yua was going after this.

"No question where I'm going or?"

"No, just go. I'll pick you up first thing tomorrow morning, to discuss the plan."

"Huh, weird gesture but alright. I'll see you tomorrow then."

Vakie sighed as the call ended with Yua, things between them have been on and off ever since she got influenced by Night City, the heist mission costing TBug and Jakie’s life over a soulchip that currently is reprogramming inside of her. A loud, clear throat brought her sense back, realizing Takemura is on the other call on the line,

“I’m sorry, I dozed off. What’s the next step?”

“We wait for tomorrow, you’ve done an excellent job today. Do you need an escort back to your apartment?”

It was a long way to go back, a car ride with Takemura ain't a bad idea. Unlikely the last time it happened with Arasaka's troupe chasing them after retrieving Yua.

"Yes, I don't mind a car ride. Where are you at?"

"Opposite the Arasaka building, it's not hard to miss."

"Affirmative." Vaike hung up the call with a single shot.

From the room to the floor, she kneeled with support at the bottom of the boot. Years in training with Arasaka but Goro as her mentor. Taught her every single combat with hand maneuvers from swords to mantis blades. Especially on flexing and controlling the weight of your body in need of stealth missions. She does give her gratitude to Takemura for teaching her but not gratitude to Arasaka. Yua has helped her to see the truth of Arasaka but there is a chain that she cannot break from. Being away from them, they tug more and more until she cannot move on. Vaike is drowned by their corruption, fighting back to not kill her sister whenever the voice scratches her brain. Taunting her, filing false idealism of Yua is using her to destroy the Arasaka corporation.

Vaike shook her thoughts aside, not noticing her body move on its own to reach the other side of the building. Her ruby eyes scan the parking lot for a larger van that he came in from, the very own man itself sitting in the driver seat. Lost in his own world, perhaps plotting out some backup plan in case this one comes to fail. But she knows him, his plan never fails. Vaike carefully walks up to the driver's door, lifting her hand as it contacts against the windows. A couple of touches interrupt his brainstorming as he glances up.

He opened the door and gestured to the opposite door. “I’ll get it for you.”

“I- well thank you.” She gave her gratitude as Takemura opened the door for her.

Vaike hopped in the van while waiting for Takemura to get on and turn on the engine for a long silent ride to her apartment. To which, she stands to correct only half of it. It was a long ride, silence along with little jazz music playing on the radio. Vaike never had an idea of what Takemura's music would be. With a hint of relaxed energy filling in between their space, she lifted her eyes at Takemura, eyes glued on the road while his hands were in two and eight steering wheels. Her eyes trailed to his long, large hand on it, smooth but firmly on it, she continued to trail on his outfit all the way up his jawline. Perfectly structured jawline irresistible to leave kisses on. All the way down to his neck, the Arasaka chrome neckline, is so expensive to obtain a chrome like that. As Vaike continues to trail her eyes from the neck to his top outfit as it can be seen visible as he breathes in it. Her pupil grew slightly at the sight of him.

“What’s on your mind, Vaike?” He mumbles gently as he stops the van from a red light.

She immediately ripped her gaze away from him, trying to put her focus on the window as her face grew embarrassed. “It's nothing, uh, yeah.”

“Cat caught your tongue?” He chuckled as he started to move the van when the light went green. “I knew you were staring at me, V.”

“Oh, I, uh, I’m sorry?”

Takemura shook his head. “I cannot blame you, beauty and looks are meant to be seen. I don’t understand what you see in me.”

Vaike pressed her lip into thin, searching for words to say something. But she’s afraid it’ll come out more embarrassing. “We could discuss it back in my apartment.” She told him, slower and quiet.

Takemura nodded. “Privacy, that's the correct way to discuss.”

The silence crawled between them, reaching to Corpo Plaza Apartment as Takemura parked in front of the entrance. He turned his attention to Vaike, her eyes glancing at him.

“Go, I’ll meet you soon. I must hide the van.”

She nodded while opening the door to hover her leg on the street floor. Closing the door behind Takemura drove off, hiding the van somewhere else. Unknown were but she shook the question's thoughts away. Her sight glanced at the building, black tinted with red on the corner with the Arasaka logo. Surprisingly, none of the employees tried to warn Arasaka about Vaike living in this apartment. Traitors living under their noses sound about right. Vaike chuckled at her thought, for once, she found it funny.

She sighs, it was getting late as per usual, and not even once stepped inside to be in her own comfort space. As Vaike took one step, she felt a weight on her wrist, causing her to turn back but yet to find the Arasaka dog. Goro Takemura.

“My apologies, I took too long to find a place to set my van. Did I make you wait that long?”

His hand was smooth, gentle as she recalled. He wasn’t this gentle before, back when he was her own mentor. No pressure to stop her from walking, just his ghostly-feel-like touch made her stop. And, personally, she wishes he could use those hands on her face, waist, arm, anywhere where her mind lingers more.

She shakes her head. “Not at all, we should go inside.”

He nodded, as his hand slipped off her wrist. The warmth was replaced with a cold feeling, but his hand was secure on her back. Sending shivers down her spine but maintaining a blank expression. Takemura guides her inside, passing by the metal red light security for any false identification. Vaike was clear to go so she waited for Takemura to step in. Surprisingly, he was clear, he thought he was gonna get caught for sure but security in this was awfully strange. Unless Vaike had something to do about it; he hasn’t forgotten about Vaike’s blood relative of her descendants' parents. The couple entered the elevator, and Vaike pressed the button to thirty floors in her room. The bell sounds from the elevator while it slides shut in front of them as it pulls up to their destination. Takemura narrows his eyes and gazes at the young woman standing next to him. Giving a good look at the side profile with that golden chrome on her face. It was indeed in Arasaka 's best interest to keep her up to date, with the latest chrome beauty feature as such. Dare he say, but she was one eye-catching that he ever laid his eyes upon. If he was younger, roughly around the same age as she is, he would simply ask her out.

But how can he, he is not worthy of a date. He’s only Saboro’s bodyguard, he only knows how to obey, do the job and protect. Takemura never fit the idea of being someone else's partner, trusting, loving, and capable of being there for them. He is more of a killer machine working under the greatest and most well-known from Arasaka. Something definitely made him feel when Vaike came into his teaching. He wondered what it would feel like to be once in love with her.

“Are you alright, Takemura? You’ve been awfully quiet during this ride.” Her smooth voice interrupted his furrowed thoughts.

He blinks, looking straight at her. “Oh, um. Yeah, I’m alright. Just thinking about the plan.”

Vaike turned to his attention. “To get straight with Hanako?”

He nodded. “Yes, that is correct.”

“She’ll listen to us, I promise you that Takemura.”

His gaze softened at her promised word, sincerity made his heart beat a skip. Takemura lifts his hand and places it on her back. “Thank you, Vaike.”

Vaike felt a warm feeling on her skin, his hand being touched on her back made her heart skip a beat while she nodded. “You’re welcome.”

Elevators made their stop as the door slid open to be greeted by the hallway where some Arasaka employees were sitting on the sofa and another across this room. As they walked in, Vaike took off her boots as Takemura followed, it was rude to walk around with shoes inside the apartment. He taught her it brings bad luck, and spirit if she believes it. The decoration is fitting for a rich kind with black and red to match Arasaka. But, honestly, Vaike prefers her own kind of taste in decoration. He had seen it, and somehow, he does wonder how come she remembers a little bit about it. The decoration matches a Nomad, freely with your own taste along with your family. It still outstanding him due to the fact she was brainwashed. Guess he will never know. Vaike walked up to her entrance and slipped her security code for it to be open. The door slides open, her attention returning back to Takemura as she enters. Motioning her finger at him, he thought it was more spell-like. The way that this woman has him wrapped around her hand.

“Suit yourself, Takemura, do you want some tea or alcohol?” Vaike asked, making her way to the counter where the tea cup was sitting to make some.

Takemura looked at her and thought about it. Tea sounded like a good idea to settle down some nerves. “Tea sounds pleasant, thank you.”

Vaike nodded, focusing on preparing the tea. Takemura took his welcome to sit down on one of those stools next to the counter, his hand gently rubbing his thighs while waiting patiently for the tea. Taking the opportunity to observe around, the window next to the kitchen is the view from the apartment; he thought about how it would look waking up every morning to look at people walking in the street, how many troubles have passed by while consuming your morning drink. He then looks at the bed to his right, assuming that’s where she rests. If Vaike ever rests, Takemura has secretly readied her health. Barely got any rest ever since she has reunited with her only family alive. It was a concern for him but he never forced her to get rest. Not his position to tell her either way.

He ripped his thoughts aside to return to focusing on the woman in front of him. Setting his cup of tea on the counter table. Vaike has made a set of herself as well.

“Thank you.” He said, bowing his head and taking the cup directly to his mouth.

She smiled warmly, taking a small sip of her tea.

To his surprise, it tasted the same tea that he had drank once. The hint of warmth of his home with a sweet taste hint brings him time when he remembers bits of his family. He furrowed his eyebrows, how did Vaike know his kind taste of tea? It rather shocked him to find out that Vaike knew his personal taste in tea. Perhaps asking wouldn’t hurt so he settled the cup down and glanced at her. Vaike quickly noticed and lowered the cup from her lip.

“It’s everything alright?” She asks.

“The tea was marvelous, Vaike. But how did you know this is my favorite taste of tea?” He raised an eyebrow.

Vaike chuckled, waving her hand in front of him. “I took some studies from that time, reunion with your master, you remember?”

He scrunched his nose a bit. “Was it a personal business reunion?”

“The very one, yes.”

“Well, I’m not sure what to say but, good job.”

She shrugged. “Take it as a way of me repaying you back for teaching me.”

“You seem troubled.” He changed the topic, not being rude. He just felt a little embarrassed but grateful for her for trying to repay him, despite it being his own decision to train her.

Vaike sighs and puts her cup down as her hand holds the edge of the counter table. “It’s nothing, I don’t want to bore you with my problem.”

“Vaike, I’m here to help you. Trust me.” He reassured her as he stretched his hand to her, grasping gently with a force.

“It’s my sister, Yua. I feel-No, I believe she does not trust me. With the truth that I don’t remember anything about my parents; only I know that she is my sister, probably the old me made sure it was protected and secure before the brainwashing.”

He nodded. “I’m sure she trusts you, Vaike. It still feels fresh for her to fully trust you. However, I understand her concern about Arasaka-“

“That as well, since she lost TBug and Jackie in that heist mission. I still truly believe it was Dex's plan to fuck her up. But, I just want her to trust me; I still don’t know how I can approach her to tell her.” Vaike added.

“May I suggest but you deserve to know this as well.” He started. “But you can regain your memories back, however, there will be heavily guarded by Arasaka. Only the Arasaka family can enter.”

Her eyes light up as she grabs his hand, each of her hands holding it. “I can get my memories back?”

“As I said, yes, I’m not sure what would be the downside once you’ve restored your memory back.” He turned his attention to his empty tea cup.

“Huh, what do you mean Takemura?” Vaike took his chin as she guided them back to her face.

Takemura opened his mouth but words couldn’t get out, he was struggling to find the correct sentences to make it make sense. How can he, Takemura is not some attractive and well young look for Vaike, she probably won’t accept to date him. At this stage of his age, that is, still, his heart ached when he thinks in that way. Many possibilities pour into his mind as his voice froze. He cannot simply remain in eye contact with her any longer. It’ll hurt his only Moonlight.

“What I mean, Vaike.” He paused as his hand grabbed her wrist, guiding them to the top surface of the table. He adores the soft touch of her tanned skin, how he wishes to kiss those skin of hers. Worship every inch of her, tell her how goddess she is. Oh, his poor heart is crying.

“Yes Goro?” she lowered her face to look at him once again.

“I’m afraid if you restore your memory, of any chance, you’d forget about me and our moments together. I treasure it with all my heart - I, uh, I wasn’t where I was going with this.”

There was a smile, poking on the corner of her lips. Along with a warm, fuzzy feeling on her cheek. “I don’t think I would lose any precious memories about you, Goro. Is this some kind of confession?”

He was caught by a surprise, eyes grew wider as his face flushed embarrassingly about it. Takemura tried to recollect himself. “More or less.”

Vaike laughed lightly. “That’s really cute of you, Goro. I thought you wouldn’t like me or confess this way.”

“I don’t follow.”

Vaike stood up while his eyes followed her every move. “I’m in love with you, Takemura.”

Her sentences made his heart freeze for a moment, as his eyes lit up with hope and surprise to hear it coming out from her. For years and months, he thought she wouldn’t feel the same way, and share the same feelings for each other. All his emotions flushed in at once, Takemura only thought as it commanded his body. Kicked off the stool with his hand aside from the corner table and pulled her against his body. His lip captured her, and for a couple of seconds, it took her to realize what was going on. Goro Takemura was kissing right in front of her while frowning his brows. No loose attachment as she slipped her hand up from his chest to his shoulder then around his neck, gladly returning the kiss. Just as he exactly pictured it, her lips were soft and craving, with a hint of the tea they both were having with. He ran his tongue across her lips for permission entrance, but she had another idea, denying his permission by taking his bottom lip with her teeth. Takemura let out a groan into the kiss and understood what she was trying to do. He had another idea in his hand. He grabbed some pile of her hair while dipping the back of her head, exposing more skin on her neck. Leaving her swollen lip to trail down his wet kisses to her jawline into her throat. Flustered by his kisses, she rubbed her thighs together. A small mewls slip out from her lip after he gives a small nibble on the sensitive spot area in her neck. His lip curved, focusing on the tender spot with his tongue before sucking the spot. Leaving a wonder of his own mark on it, love bites as he continues to every inch of her neck as he could.

Vaike let out a long, string breath as she shook underneath him. Him being towered on top of her gave him empowerment to dominate her. He hummed while dipping his mouth in her collarbone, guiding his tongue on top of her skin. Feeling her body shudder at his touch once more fills his satisfaction. Yet it allows him to know her body reacts the way she wants to be touched. Takemura let go of her small pile of hair while he ran his hand down to her lower back, slipping his both hands into her rear ass as he pulled her into him. Vaike let out a harmless laugh while holding onto him, carefully taking her away from the kitchen to the bed that was not far. Her body made contact on a soft surface, her head dug into her pillow feeling his warm left on her, hovering on top of her. Eyes filled with lust and love, he wants to take all in and leave none, but Takemura wants to take it slow as well.

[angelmichelangelo]

For the ask game:

" Grow up for fucks sake." And "When did you get so unemotional?"

As far as leaving dinners go, Leo’s one sucks. Donnie is hovering by the entry way, spewing out an entire reel of apologies to April and Casey, like it were rehearsed at this point as the three of them exchange worrisome glances towards one another. Raphael has since stormed off, sulking down one of the man sewer tunnels he’d often allow himself to get lost in for hours at a time, a trail of unkind curses lingering behind him where his voice had traveled up and down the tunnel. Leo had since retreated to his room, chest heaving with a budding frustration, Mikey had followed him in there, hot on his heels to find him already stuffing his backpack with various items out of temper. “Hey. You don’t need to pack for another three days,” his brother reminds him gently from where he stands in the doorway, his thumb in the jam to keep him grounded. Leonardo doesn’t bother to look up towards him, instead he spins around his boxy room like a furious unchanging hurricane, shoving things into his bag with his face drawn tightly. “No, I do,” Leo tells him. “I’m sick of this. Sick of him.” There was no denying who it was he were referring to. “I’m outta here. Like, tonight.” Mikey swallows thickly, like he’d just drank his heart all the way down the bottom of his gut, he shifts uncomfortably, his fingers still curled protectively around the splintering wooden door frame. “What?” He squeaks quietly, unsure if he’d even heard his brother right. But Leo just repeats himself, loud and clear. “I’m leaving tonight. I’m not waiting.” He watches as his brother continues to put things in order – his room was always the one that was kept in best check, as opposed to the rest of his siblings. There wasn’t much work to be made to ensure it was in good condition before he left, but he quickly straightens out his bedsheets before he stands, finally looking at his brother. “You can’t mean that,” Mikey says, trying to reason with him. He allows his hand to fall by his side. “Just– let Raph cool off and then–” But Leo shakes his head, like he’s physically ridding himself of the suggestion, his face is still screwed up with the same angered look he’d been wearing when he’s stormed off from the dinner table. “You don’t get it, Mike,” Leo spits, venomously. His brow bone creases as he stares down his little brother as if it’ll get him to move from where he stood in his exit. “You don’t get what it’s like to have to constantly put up with something like that.” A short, abrupt laugh bubbles out of Mikey before he can stop it; something sour in the back of his throat but once again he’s forcing it back down with the rest of his rising emotions. “Course I do. I got three of you, don’t I?” Leo shakes his head again, swinging his bag over the back of his shell, he’s got a firm grip on the strap. His knuckles are white. “That’s different,” he says quietly. For a split second, Mikey believes this to be the wedge; the place he can worm between and work his magic as little brother. The time and place he can get in and glue back together. The part where he’s supposed to stop Leo, make him laugh and watch him set his bag back on the bed and wait for Raph to come home together where they’ll say sorry without even uttering the very word itself.

But Leo’s face in unchanging. “There’s a boat leaving in about thirty minutes,” he tells Mikey. “If I leave now I can make it.” Mikey’s heart seems to have climbed its way back upwards, this time settling somewhere in the back of his throat where he feels it pulse hard. “How… how do you know when the next boat leaves? Your boat is supposed to be leaving three days from now.” His voice wavers between disbelief and hurt. Leo’s eyes fall from his gaze and that there is his answer. Without more of those stupid words. “You were never gonna stay, were you?” Mikey says, voice full on trembling now. His vision is momentarily blurred with tears. His heart isn’t in his throat anymore but his thundering pulse is working its way around his skull where it rattles his brain and makes the room fuzzy. “You just wanted an excuse. You just wanted a reason to leave as soon as possible.” Leo fiddles with the strap of his bag. “I was leaving either way,” is his response. “You knew that.” Mikey shifts. With a blink, his face is wet. “I had stuff planned,” he tells him, voice raw. There was a stack of off their favorite movies carefully selected on the bedside table in his bedroom ready for tomorrow. He was gonna ask Leo to take him out for one last run about the city the night after that. How could he? “Yeah. Well.” Leo’s voice is flat, no longer looking at him, but through him, it makes Mikey feel icy. “When did you get so unemotional?” Mikey asks. “Is… is this some kind of way to distance yourself? So you don’t feel so bad about leaving?” Leo sighs, angry now, he’s looking at him again, eyes narrowed, a face he usually reserves for Raphael or even dad on a bad day. “Grow up, for fucks sake, Mike.” He says, taking a step forward. 

Mikey doesn’t budge but Leo isn’t going to just stand there, so he moves past him, clipping his shoulder with his, Mikey spins around to face him just as Donnie comes back, looking worn and worried. “Fuck you,” he says, more big, ugly tears welling up in his eyes. Donnie, watching on, shocked, goes to Mike first, as he always does. “Woah. Hey, don’t let Raph get between you guys,” he says, desperate to keep some semblance of the peace. Mikey sniffs, eyes unable to tear themselves away from their eldest brother who’s stopped short on the walkway, head bowed down. “Doesn’t matter, Don,” he says to their brother. “Leo’s leaving now. He’s had enough. Of all of us, apparently.” Donnie steps forward, past Mikey, to land a hand gingerly on Leo’s shoulder. He stiffens at the touch but makes no such effort to turn and face him. He doesn’t face any of them. “You can’t just leave, Leo. It’ll be so long til we’ll see you again.” His throat bobs, perhaps swallowing down his own swelling emotions. “Don’t let this be how our last night together goes.” His eyes are round. “Please?” Leo doesn’t turn to face his brothers. He doesn’t look back to see their twin features, so full of hurt and concern and desperation for their big brother to give them that look that tells them that everything will be alright. He doesn’t. He shrugs Donnie’s hand off and takes a step forward. “I have to go if I wanna catch that boat.” His voice is raw, perhaps with his own unshed tears. “I’ll write when I get there.” Donnie stands numb, unmoving, planted to the floor as Mikey whips around and storms off to his own room with a sob caught in his throat. “Don’t bother!” He calls out. And with that, Donnie caught in the middle of the aftermath, Raph slunk off to another corner of the city and Splinter hushed away in his room, Leo slips away from his family.