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luvyunjinxo · 1 year ago

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can't sleep at night? - hot girl huh yunjin x fem!reader

CW: alcohol, jealous yunjin, humiliation, rough yunjin 😻, not proofread, recording during s3x, blackmailing, & more lmk if I missed<3

NOTE: guys I am so sorry this came out very very very overdue please understand I am really busy with things right now 💀‼️ love you guys fr and enjoy reading. (also kinda rushed so so sorry).

Yunjin and you have been friends since the day high school has started. you both made eye contact during classes, quick glances, other shit like that. if you both were to be honest with each other, you both thought one another was hot as fuck.

yeah .. so you guys became friends to best friends and nothing more. It has been so fun hanging out with yunjin and you guys told each other anything no matter what. not to mention though, she would flirt with you A LOT. too much signals for you to handle and it was overwhelming. the list of things she would do to you literally

-whenever she hugged you and let go her arms would touch every single inch of your waist, rubbing it in a way

-would be jealous if someone got close to you

-only flirted with you and only you.

it was crazy to think how the hottest girl in the school was your best friend and every boy wanted her. you both made a powerful duo being the prettiest and drop dead gorgeous. at that point everyone knew you both.

after school you both made plans to hang out as always and it was a friday so you both obviously went out to have fun.

"Y/n-ssi! are you done getting ready yet?" she barged into your room with the spare key she had. holy shit. you were more stunning than ever. wearing a dress that complimented your body in so much ways and the makeup that made you look even more gorgeous.

yunjin looked you up and down and her jaw dropped to the floor, drooling over the sight of you. honestly you didn't know you were that hot but in her eyes I guess you were ..

and obviously now huh yunjin could now feel her underwear flood and literally about to drip on her thighs. she was so weak for you.

"o-okay lets go now?" she stuttered out and she held out her hand for you and of course you held it back as you guys left and made your way for the car.

whatever yunjin was feeling, it was getting worse and when she sat down to drive you both to the party .. it started to drip on the seat and she could do nothing about it.

the whole car ride she was just twisting and turning, literally could not stop moving the whole time because of how bothered she was. you couldn't help but ask if she was okay.

"yunjin are you okay? you seem uncomfortable in your dress do you wanna switch fits or are you fine?.." you said as your hand rested on her thigh concerned.

"yeahimfinedontworry" she blurted out fast due to the hand on her thigh 💀 . she didn't want you to know that she was feeling this way so obviously she tried to forget about it.

you guys got to the party and being the most well known girls in school, both of you started to say hi to everyone one by one. speakers blasting drowning out every sound everyone made actually.

this one boy in particular caught you eye though .. and for once it wasn't yunjin ? .. and someone you could actually shoot your shot with because yunjin would keep giving you mixed signals.

you made your way over to him at the small bar in the house leaving yunjin. she was now alone.

"can I have soju please?" you told the person working at the bar and looked straight at the boy.

"your cute what's your name my love?" he spoke.

yeah, yunjin was watching from afar. drinking on a couch while practically eyeing at you two yet still wet from what you did to her. taking shots every time she got jealous.

but anyways you were taking so much shots, gulping so much alcohol your body couldn't even take. So drunk and lost, you got the boys phone number as yunjin watched you waddle your way back to the couch where she was sitting on.

"how was you and that boy over there" she said coldly taking another shot. she had a blank expression on her face, and even though your vision was blurry you could see her looking I guess you could say mad.

"It was soooooo~~ good baby" you said drunkly as you collapsed onto yunjin's shoulder. 'baby?' yunjin thought in her head but suppressed her feelings towards you.

"I-i saw you were wet earlier you thought I couldn't see!?~" saying while playing with her hair now.

"I'm mad at you, not now y/n." "what did I do mommy?.."

mommy?. bye yunjin was down bad.

"let me show you how sorry I am~" you took her hand and pulled her into the crowd of people. everyone recognizing you both immediately, all eyes went on both of you.

your bodies start dancing to the music, yunjin not having it but is still dancing anyways because everyone is watching. your bodies collided and swayed with each other until your drunk ass decided to bend over.

you started throwing it back on yunjin??! crazy .. everyone was now recording and you knew it was gonna go around the whole school but who the fuck cares at this point. you started to grind against her pelvis as yunjin got that wet feeling again.

she looked at you so shocked and when you turned around to see her face, she was pale af. you stopped grinding and throwing it against her, and turned around fully to face you. you grabbed and started rubbing her crotch while making out with her and stopped when you both ran out of breath, while a string of saliva was seen. yeah, the whole school saw it and you two were fucked for sure.

as you guys let go of the kiss you both ran out of there, but to different places. you went back to the boy you were flirting with and yunjin went with her other friends. eventually, yun got bored so she went home feeling so disturbed she knew she had to take care of it. she also knew that you probably weren't coming home tonight since you were really drunk so she knew she could take care of herself.

yunjin arrived home crashed onto her bed and started to relieve herself obviously. unzipping her party outfit, she opened her laptop to watch the dirtiest thing you could ever see, I'm pretty sure you get the idea. she started to rub herself all over imagining it was you from what happened at the party.

now touching her sensitive buds, she started to pinch and roll them between her two fingers while her other hand made down to touch herself.

"fuck! y/n y-your the death of me"

she continued to watch the dirty video on her laptop close to coming thinking it was still you and once she finally climaxed the filthiest words came out of her mouth literally.

as soon as she finished screaming her lungs out she went to sleep naked, laptop fully open, and most of all cum soaked all over her body.

she thought you weren't coming home tonight? yeah she should've thought again. you came quietly through the front door and drunkly laid yourself next to yunjin on her bed. just staring at her nothing else.

seeing her curves and every other perfection of herself. thats it really. simple, you wanted her. badly. you needed her to fuck you and use you up like the slut you are yeah? mhm, I thought so.

so, trying not to, haha, and at the same time not trying, you started to touch yourself just like how yunjin did not to long ago .. having to cover your mouth and close your legs not to make any sound really.

you can just hear your muffles of screams that were audible, but never knew it would wake her up. every time yunjin would move, you let out a little scream because you never wanted your best friend catching you get off to her wouldn't you?

not fighting it anymore, knuckles deep into yourself, you let out your screams and was so close to coming, so close to the edge and close to finding the pleasure.

obviously it didn't happen. yunjin caught your ass.

"y/n? what the fuck are you doing fucking yourself on my bed huh? after what you did tonight?"

"such a fucking slut."

those words came out of her mouth while you screamed and let yourself go.

"I-im sorry."

"I-im sorry" she mocked you.

"yeah if your sorry bend over the bed, I don't care if you're tired or can't take it anymore."

"yunjin b-but were just best friends right?.." you really didn't wanna think that to yourself but you let it slip out of your mouth anyways.

"oh so that's all you think we are huh. let me show you who the fuck you belong to." as you bent over the bed, she sat down next to your ass and started to finger fuck you from behind.

"how would people think of this? getting fucked by her own best friend?" she started to record you.

"I'll show everyone how much of a slut you are if you misbehave once tonight" she slaps your ass as you whine. she shows the camera your face each time she hits your ass and you have never been more humiliated. "are you getting off to this?, your dripping babe."

she collected the slick on your pussy and licked it right off. slamming to fingers in and out of you again in such a rough pace. would never go in a consistent pace either.

slams in, and slides right out.

"yunjin! please~ I'll be good, I'm yours and only yours mommy please, please just make me come." lies was all that could go through yunjins ear.

"you would want that boy of yours to fuck you like this right? I might as well just leave and call him."

"no please! I just want y-you~"

well that was too fucking bad y/n. she walked away with a smug smirk on her face as she left the room and locked it, leaving you all alone still bent over with juices all over your thighs. so pathetic.

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blippymilk · 11 months ago

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Do You Have Something to Tell Me?

Veneer x GN!Reader

Summary: You’re a normal teen in Mount Rageous, and the biggest Veneer fan known to man. Everybody that knows you knows it too. Unfortunately it’s highly unlikely to date the celebrity of your dreams…unintentionally.

A/N: I’m working on the request but I’ve had this for a bit so I finished it today and uploaded it for the time being.Also please forgive me if I use a certain amount of pronouns. With other content I’ve made before I’ve usually made female reader content so if I say she, as in referring to you please forgive me.

Happy New Years 🥳🎉

“Seriously (____)?” one of your friends side eyed you as as you burst out in giggles in response. You had invited your two best friends over (Liliana and Romar) for your annual two night sleepovers, and currently you were killing time by watching Veneer and Velvet’s (mostly Veneer) latest concert footage. Well not really killing time according to you, it was a way of life.

“You seriously brought us over here to watch you drool over Veneer?” Liliana continued as your giggling came to a halt. “I did not invite you over here for that. Especially since I am watching Veneer AND Velvet, get it straight guys.” You replied as Romar got up and came over to your bed where you were watching on your MacBook. “Sweetie you literally zoomed in on him and cropped his sister out…” you started kicking your feet and giggling again. “This is insane, I’ve never met anyone with such an obsession over anybody ever. You don’t even pay your boyfriend this much attention.” Liliana said and Romar agreed. “Who?” You said still staring at the screen as your friends both leaned back and cocked an eyebrow at you. “Oh, Jalen…him…right.” You sighed closing your laptop.

It was silent for a while before anyone spoke again. “How about we do our favorite activity to do when we’re all together?” Romar asked as you and Liliana perked up. “SHOPPING!” You all shouted in unison.

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“Let’s do a challenge guys.” You said to your friends as you all entered the Mount Rageous Mall. “Let’s put outfits together with a budget, a timer, and a person to customize.” You said as your friends agreed. “Bet. But where will we get the details from?” Liliana asked. “A generator or something.” Romar grabbed his phone and typed in a few things. The results ended up being: a budget of 35$, 40 minutes, and Romar got you, you got Liliana, and Liliana got Romar.

“On a count of three…” Liliana started, suddenly both of you almost fell over with the quick take off of Romar running through the mall. “HEY! WE’RE NOT done y-yet…and he’s gone.” She said as you both simultaneously face palmed and took off two different directions.

Your first stop was a store that was highly underrated in your opinion. It had great and reasonably priced outfits and none of your friends knew about it (yes you were gatekeeping but who cares). You ran all up and down the store for something Liliana might like. ‘Her favorite color is green, that’s a start’ you thought. You finally found a green top in her size and were now looking for some bottoms. You looked at the timer ‘32 minutes left’. You had to hurry and find some bottoms because more people started to enter the store. ‘Huh, guess this store’s not too underrated anymo-” your thoughts were cut short as you noticed someone running at the same pace towards you, and quite literally collided with them.

��Sh*t that hurt’. The person you collided into let out a sort of high pitched “OW” that was very dramatic and dragged out. He almost sounded like…no. You sat up planning to apologize to the person, hoping it would roll over and you could be on your way. After all you only had 29 minutes left to checkout then hit up the accessory store.

“I’m sorr-”

“Ow, what the hell’s wrong with you?”

That shut you up real quick. What weren’t about to do was apologize to a blockhead. There was something weird about the way he responded. His high pitched voice had deepened when he came to his senses. “Excuse me?” You said standing up as he did too. The guy had a purple hoodie on covering his hair, but left some strands of it hanging, which was green. He had on glasses covering his eyes, pale white skin, and purple lipstick. He almost reminded of someone but you couldn’t put your finger on it.

“You should watch where you’re going next time.” The boy said dusting himself off. Now you were getting angry and the guy stuttered a bit. “Wait that’s not what I-” “Who do you think you are?” You blurted out.

“I was just saying…”

“Well maybe if you’d stop running your mouth every three seconds, your future altercations could be less painful.” And with that you grabbed your items off the floor, and made your way to the checkout leaving the boy stunned.

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After hitting up the accessory store you and your friends had planned to meet up in the food court. “I seriously think I won this, like no joke.” Romar said. “Absolutely not it was me!” Liliana said shaking him. “I don’t know Lili, the outfit I picked out for you was kinda cute.” You said as you three went back and forth.

“Y’all are exhausting and I’m hungry, let’s eat.” Romar said and the disagreement was over as you three frantically traced the smells in the food court. Once in line you told your friends about the interaction with the rude guy you’d met in the store you went to. “Girl I woulda beat his as*” Lili said getting rowdy. “Uh we don’t condone violence over here mam.” Romar laughed as you two chuckled.

Once you ordered Romar offered to wait for everyone’s food and Lili took a phone call. You decided to sit down at a empty table and scroll through social media to kill time. You had scrolled endlessly for a few minutes before a Veneer edit popped up on your for you page. You stopped and watched it again, and again, and again, and maybe another time.

It’s only when a sudden voice snapped you out of your daydream, “Hey.” You jumped quickly and looked where the voice was coming from. It was that rude dude from the store earlier behind you. Rolling your eyes you quickly got up to leave but he stopped you, “Wait please don’t go.” He said. ‘He thinks I’m really gonna stay after the way he was talking to me earlier’ you thought, but you did stay.

You looked up at him waiting for him to speak again, you also noticed him eyeing your phone. The Veneer edit was still on repeat. ‘How embarrassing’ you turned your phone off and laughed nervously. You wondered if he had been behind you when you had the edit on loop, or if you were almost drooling or flustered at all.

“What is it?” You asked him as he turned his attention back to you. “Oh right um,” he sat down in the chair across from you, “I just wanted to apologize for earlier. I don’t usually act that way I actually felt really bad.” He said as you eyed him, like you were scanning him. “I’m so serious, like what I was saying I didn’t mean for it to come out like that. I have a lot of things to think about right now and I guess I didn’t think too hard on how to approach the situation.” He continued. You “scanned” him even more, he seemed sincere.

Suddenly your face softened and you could to tell his worry dropped a little too. “It’s ok I get it, I’m sorry for not hearing you out I was just in a rush.” He smiled a bit at this. “So what’s your name?” He asked. “I’m (____). What about you?” You asked. “Oh I’m V-Victor.” He said almost as if he was thinking too hard. “Nice to meet you Victor.” “You too.” “So do you live around here?” You two were in such deep conversation you didn’t see your friends staring you and this boy down until the had to frantically wave at you. You let them know you’d be there soon with your face and they took off somewhere in a hurry. Actually a couple people did, there was a little crowd forming at the front of the mall.

“What’s going on?” You said looking at the front, mid conversation. Victor looked almost panicked for a moment but calmed his face. “Not sure but I think I have to get going.” He said grabbing his bags. “Ok I get it, do you mind if I ask you one more thing though?” you asked. “Hit me.” He replied. “Why are you wearing glasses, can I see your eyes before you go?” You chuckled as he did the same. “Not this time, maybe another time.” He smiled at you, grabbed his last bag, and just like that he was gone.

‘Another time?’ You thought. He’s gotta be stupid there’s like a one in a thousand chance you’ll ever run into him again at Mount Rageous. You looked down at your phone and on top of it laid a piece of paper. You opened it to find a note: “Call me sometime? ;)” with a phone number under it and Victor’s name. He was quick with it.

Was he flirting with you? Why else would he put a winky face. ‘Little does he know, I’m loyal to my boyfriend’ you thought. “And my future husband Veneer.” You thought out loud before quickly closing your mouth and hoping nobody heard you. That’s when you realized more than half of the people at the food court was gone.

Suddenly Lili came up to you and grabbed your hand, “Come on come on! (Name) you will not believe what’s happening!” She sqeauled. “What? Just tell me!” You shouted while she dragged you to the front of the mall. “No you have to see it for yourself.” She said. “Nope,” you stopped and pulled your arm back, “I won’t go until you tell me what it is.” You tried being stubborn and it was working, Lili’s eye twitched a bit. “Fine! You wanna know so bad, it’s Velvet!” She sqeauled loosing her composer. “Velvet? As in-” “THE Velvet! Superstar and sibling to your man Veneer yes!” But you had only heard up to the Veneer part because you took off.

#fanfic #trolls #veneer x reader #trolls band together #trolls veneer #velvet and veneer #veneer and velvet #veneer x Gn reader #gn reader #enjoy :)

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finniestoncrane · 2 months ago

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KTJL!Boomer x Fem!Reader, word count: 850 sooooo long ago i was discussing with some people how disgustingly hot boomer would find beer if it was involved in sex, so... yeah. i'm not a beer person, so i'm pretending this is a wee can of tennents lmao💙 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: beer drinking, beer play/food play, suggestive flirting, reader has tits (kind of ample ones i guess!)

"Wanna see my party trick?"

It was all George could do to act cool. Underneath his seemingly permanent smirk, crooked smile, slightly upturned nose, raised eyebrow, you could almost make out the faint blush on his freckled cheeks, a little bit of a tremble on his bottom lip as he wondered what that party trick might be.

"Well?"

"Alright then, Sheila. Show us what you've got."

As you excitedly jumped up from the sofa and headed to the kitchen, he let his mind wander. He was an optimist, after all. Of course, he knew you were only trying to break the awkward silence between you as you lazed on his sofa. It wasn't the best date he'd ever taken someone on. But it was difficult to think of something romantic to do when his idea of a good time was getting too drunk to move and then having someone else jump onto his lap and do all the work. Three beers in and you didn't look like you were going to start jumping any time soon. So he would take excitement where he could. If that meant pretending that your party trick was unhinging your jaw like a python and taking all of him in it, then he was content to live in that daydream.

It would have been impossible for him to know you were feeling as tense and desperate as he was. Mostly, because it seemed impossible for anyone to ever be as desperate as George Harkness. You'd expected a bit more when he'd invited you over to his place for drinks, and you were determined to get it. A bit of overtly seductive flirting was what the situation called for, and you knew exactly what kind of trick would get him drooling.

You returned from the small, messy kitchenette with a bottle of beer in hand.

"That's your trick? Fetching a beer? It's not bad, but you're not winning Crufts any time soon, girl."

As you walked to the sofa you rolled your eyes, stopping in front of him with a half-hearted smile.

"It's a bit more impressive than that, actually. I need you to stand up though."

"Aw, what? I have to do something? It's hardly your trick then, is it?"

"George. Stand up. I promise, it'll be worth it."

The way your lips curled into a knowing grin sent a tingle of electricity over him, quickly travelling down his length. He was standing up, a move so quick you barely registered it. Ready for anything. And once he was there in front of you, you sank to your knees.

George's mind began racing as he stared down at you, catching your eyes looking back up at him from your position on the floor at his feet. Maybe he was right. Maybe your party trick would be unveiling an up to now hidden ability to take all of his impressive girth and length in your mouth at one time. Down to the balls, something no one else had ever been able to do before out of the very limited few who were actually willing to try.

Your fingers took hold of his belt buckle, working at it to undo it. But as he braced himself for you to undo his fly and free his cock, you stopped, instead gripping the buckle with one hand and reaching for the bottle of beer with the other.

Much to his amusement, you placed the cool bottle between your breasts, grimacing and shivering at the sensation of the cold, wet glass on your skin. And then, leaning in to him, pulling the buckle down and undoing the beer. As you sank back down onto your heels, the beer frothed up and foamed over the lip, liquid spilling out over the spout and onto your breasts. Without even realising it, George licked his lips.

Trying to stop the overflow of foam, you leaned forward and closed your lips around the long neck of the bottle, letting your mouth sink a little. He'd never considered before how entirely arousing it would be to bring beer into the bedroom, but you were inspiring him. His mind was racing, his face flushing with heat as his cock twitched against his underwear.

You sucked the neck of the bottle a little longer, removing your mouth with a pop. A quick glance down showed you the mess you had made. Your chest glistening with slightly sticky liquid. Once you had placed the bottle on the table, you lifted your hands to cup at your breasts, lifting your gaze to George, finding him focused on your body.

"Look at the mess I've made. If only there was someone who enjoyed beer who could clean it up for me."

He wiggled with excitement, like an enthusiastic puppy. If he'd had ears, they would have perked up, his tail would have been wagging. His tongue... well, his tongue actually was out, panting in anticipation of getting to lap at your breasts.

With a quick flit of his eyes to yours, you caught the mischievous glint as he moved to you.

"That was a good trick, Sheila. Now let me show you mine."

#shouting lager lager lager lager #captain boomerang #digger harkness #george harkness #captain boomerang x reader #captain boomer x you #captain boomerang fanfic #finnie writes #x reader

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eldritch-spouse · 11 months ago

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You know I think Breg would benefit from having friends, one : to give his drunk father figure some rest and two : to have people stop or encourage him in his bullshit. Obviously having monster friends would be better for him, so I made a list of the people I think he could along with (and the ones he would chomp without regrets)

Friends :

Santi: this one is easy, Santi seems to be an easygoing person and a good friend to have. When he's not drooling over Breg, I think he'd give some really good tips about life and how to deal with his obsession (after begging for a threesome and getting punched in the face), if they got close enough, Santi could even help Breg forget about some of his insecurities in the way that he would put him at ease.

Grimbly : by association, he'd be intrigued by Breg, for the first few times, their first conversations would be "You're so tall !! No you're like huge" , "Well you're small like a...bean", but they get along just fine.

Fank-E : He's friends with everyone and he'll put a bunch of stickers on Breg and he lowkey annoy the shit of him at certain times but it will end up in this semi-consensual kinda forced friendship (who's more insistant him or Breg ? I guess we'll never know)

Gallon : Him and Egghead would have talks that would leave Eggy scratching his head and staring into the void, but they're nice to each other, Gallon might be a bit condescending in reaction to a how simple Breg's mind seems to be.

Middle ground

Patches : I hesitated as putting him as friend but I think his scientific interests would put Breg off

Belo : Belo is too polite and uptight, and his fixated stare can make Breg feel uneasy, they talk just fine

Sybastian : Syb just kind of mind his bussiness and keep it pushing but there's rare times where he growls a "hello" to Breg and keeps walking

Nebul : Nope, this only reason why they're not enemies is because Nebul is civilized, but the potions and his dominating nature would make Bregory avoid him like the plague

No fucking way :

Morrell : Their interest for the same thing (human) is diverging in two different directions, Breg is like "Humans are friends not food ! 😡" and Morrell is like "yUM sTEaK !", it's their relationship on a very surface level and I think Eggy would leave it at that

Hellion : Nah, they would fight and Breg would just bite that head off his neck

Vinnel : That punk would try to pull a prank on Breg, he would fall for it, get mad and then catch Vinnel and try to squish him like a stress toy, Vinnel would be in pain for a little while and finally leave Breg alone (or plot a terrible revenge)

Did it actually turned into a scale of friends to archnemesis of TCE? Yes. Am I proud ? Yes.

Here's the thing though.

One of the first things said about Breg is that he dislikes monsters. He glorifies humans and has a general aversion to monsters, finding them generally untrustworthy. This isn't to say there can't be exceptions, like Fasma, but Breg would probably have a much bigger drive to acquire human friends.

The problem with human friends is that it wouldn't take too long for him to cross boundaries if Breg is yet to meet his obsession.

With monster friends, you're also forgetting that Breg refuses to set foot in The Clergy in general. He's been there once with Fasma, didn't like it at all, vowed not to enter it again- He'd have to meet staff outside. I sincerely don't think many of these would work out all that well, certainly not Santi. The incubus' insistence on wanting to fuck him would make Breg really aggressive really fast. Grimbly's manipulation and cute talk would fall on deaf ears and unfortunately things with Gallon would be more akin to one-sided mockery. Fank-E would genuinely irritate Breg, but since he's a machine and not a monster, things might work out given he's moderately quiet.

Belo's aura as an angel might make Breg slightly more at ease, yet somehow hyperaware of the power himself, which would probably confuse the breeder a little. Patches would get himself torn in two horizontally if he doesn't contain his scientific interest around Breg, as it could trigger really intense reactions from the ex-captive. Morell and him would just brawl, correct.

Ironically, I see him as possibly getting along with Glauk, even if there's a barrier there in the sense Breg doesn't know how to swim properly yet. Glauk is relatively small and can't say weird things to him plus seems eager to share all kinds of trinkets people dump in the aquarium. This is a bit of an impossible scenario, unless Glauk is being transported outside for some reason or another.

#Morell oc #Gallon oc #Belo oc #Patches oc #Nebul oc #Sybastian oc #Vinnel oc #Santi oc #Grimbly oc #Fank-e oc #Hellion oc #Glauk oc #Bregory

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bunnyywritings · 5 months ago

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i went out with two good friends for drinks tonight to like catch up and lowkey highkey spill the chisme…the gossip, if you will and this idea came to light

just to preface, i’m not drunk, i know my limits but after getting a nice buzz my lips tend to get loose

what i mean is that i’m a super super introverted person and even with people i’m close with, i tend to hold back for fear of being told i’m “too loud/obnoxious” but after a few drinks, i get comfortable and speak more without being self conscious

anyways

all i can think of is, joining nanami and your other co-workers for drinks after work.

being teachers at jujutsu tech was…interesting, to say the least. and it’s nice to unwind with drinks and friends.

everyone was overjoyed that you had finally agreed to join. always having received a, “maybe another night,” or “i’ll have to pass” from you.

as you all settled in at the bar that had been chosen by shoko this time around, you began to browse the menu, half listening to the rant coming from gojo.

reading through all the appetizer options and their chose of cocktails, menu shaking within your grasp.

you were a little nervous. you were surrounded by friends but this was really uncharted territory for you, and the fact that nanami had chosen the seat right across from you hadn’t helped one bit. it took every ounce of self restraint to not ogle and drool over him.

His tie was loosened, first two buttons of his dress shirt undone, suit jacket abandoned in the backseat of his car, sleeves rolled up just past his elbows, and his hair unkempt. Having ran his fingers through it a few times since he had clocked out.

as you read over the cocktail list for the millionth time, totally checked out, you missed when the lovely waitress had come by the table.

“(y/n)…” geto’s smooth voice from beside you had startled you greatly. your heart stopping when you realized everyone’s eyes were on you.

“o-oh what….uhm, yes?” your cheeks flushing when you made eye contact with the waitress.

ever so patient, she smiled softly. “would you like a drink to start with?”

“we ordered a few appetizers for the table, already.” geto informed you as your leg started to bounce underneath the table.

“oh! right-uhm right, yes. i’ll…i’ll take a uhm-“ you really wished the ground beneath you would open up and swallow you whole. “would i be able to do the-the moscow mule with…with tequila?”

“of course! is agave okay with that?”

“y-yeah, yes. agave is great.” you took a deep breath as you handed her your menu, watching as she easily stacked it with the others already in her arms.

“alright, i’ll have your orders out shortly.”

as she walked away, you groaned and buried your face in your hands. thoroughly embarrassed.

“you okay?” geto chuckled teasingly.

“m’just tired…” your voice was muffled but he understood.

he just smiled knowingly, patting your knee in comfort before turning to back to his conversation with shoko and urahime.

once everything was brought to the table, you relaxed.

“how have your students been as of late?” nanami’s voice rumbled over the loud volume of the music, eyes sincere as his thumbnail picked at the softening label of his beer.

“they’re uhm, they’re great, i was worried they wouldn’t take to me well but we’ve gotten along surprisingly well.” you sipped your drink, cheeks a glowing, rosy red as the tequila took its affects.

“that’s always reliving, isn’t it? they speak very highly of you, that’s quite the feat.” his praise made your heart swell, the thought of your students bragging about you was heartwarming.

“yeah…i guess it is. i mean, they don’t make it too hard.” he watched fondly as you preened, a gentle smile on your lips as you, no doubt, thought about them. “they’re quite the lovable bunch.”

as the night went on and you were a few drinks in, nanami enjoyed seeing how open you had been.

joining in on all the rowdy laughter and jokes, even going as far as playfully poking fun at gojo, who had been stone sober but had acted as if the total opposite were true.

“you know, (y/n), i’m surprised you’re still single.” mei mei sipped her drink, everyone glancing at the both of you in great interest.

“really? how so?”

“i mean, that so called ‘friend’ of yours seems quite taken with you.”

you frowned in confusion, head tilting aside like a lost puppy, nose scrunching as you stirred your drink. “what friend?”

“the one you brought to the last happy hour you attended.”

you searched your hazy mind for who she could have possibly meant. the last time you had gone out for drinks with everyone was when you first took the job, almost a year ago.

“i brought a friend around you guys?” the friendly fire brought a snicker out of geto, gojo laughing wildly beside him.

“you did. tall, handsome, dark hair. he was a…lawyer? if i’m remembering correctly.”

then it clicked. “ohhhh! oh! higuruma?”

nanami fought the urge to scoff. he remembered quite well. he thought that man was obnoxious and too proud.

“nah, he is just a friend. totally not my type anyways.” you finished the remainder of your drink, feeling wonderfully floaty as you sat back in the uncomfortable chair.

your candid and uncharacteristic reply had caught everyone’s attention, eyes bright and playful as they hoped to get an answer from you.

“what is your type, anyways?” gojo stirred the pot as he eyed nanami knowingly.

“he’s also not that tall, mei mei.” you giggled, totally trying to sidestep gojo’s question.

“your avoiding the question!” shoko pointed at you, chuckling as you rolled your eyes.

“oh i don’t knowww…” you drawled, unashamed as you let your eyes fall on nanami.

your gaze sent ice water through his veins. want and something he couldn’t quite place was swirling in your lidded eyes before you sluggishly turned back towards everyone else.

“hmmm well, he’d have to be tall. like-“ your gaze snapped back to the blonde, his eyes widened as you asked, “nanami, how tall are you?”

“uhm…i believe about six feet tall.”

you hummed in acknowledgment, turning back to everyone else. “he’d have to be about six feet tall…i think he’d obviously have to be a sorcerer or at least, like know about it. level headed, broad shoulders, gorgeous eyes-“

nanami had to look away to attempt to hide his blush. red crawling up his neck, past his face and to his ears, missing the rest of your description in straight up disbelief.

“-and, i guess maybe blonde but i don’t know…” you sipped on your, now, refilled drink and shrugging nonchalantly. “it’s not really a deal breaker.”

your group had burst our in raucous laughter. amused disbelief could not begin to describe how unbelievable this whole situation was. especially, since you were a little unaware as to why it was so funny.

“why? do you know anyone you could set me up with?”

gojo wiped a tear from his eye. “i think there’s someone i have in mind…”

content and unaware, you smiled. “well, send him my way! i can’t believe you’ve been holding out on me, satoru.”

one more round and a shot later, you were home and in bed by 2am.

a few hours later, with a slight headache and a clear mind, you almost exploded with embarrassment when you realized that intoxicated you had basically confessed that nanami kento was your ideal man.

“-how could you just sit there and let me expose myself like that!” you whined into your phone. suguru, who was on the other end of the call, simply laughed. his shrug almost audible through the speaker.

“you were so happy and incredibly drunk, i thought you knew what you were saying.”

“i wasn’t that drunk…some friend you are.”

“oh come on now, don’t be like that…” you could still head the amusement lingering in his voice. “he probably won’t even remember. if memory serves, he had drank a few more beers than usual…maybe it’s totally forgotten.”

as he said this, there was a knock at your door.

not thinking too much about it, you shuffled out, still in your pajamas. hair ruffled and face imprinted with the wrinkles of your pillow.

“still! i don’t think he was inebriated enough to-“

as you opened the door, your voice trailed off in disbelief.

there he stood. nanami kento. in casual sweat pants and a t-shirt, holding a take out bag with what smelled like mouthwatering breakfast sandwiches and a drink carrier with two coffees.

“(y/n)? hello?” suguru’s voice was muffled as your hand dropped to your side.

the only thing he heard was, “nanami…?” before you dropped the call.

#nanami kento x fem!reader #nanami kento x reader #jjk x reader #no warnings/tags #maybe later lol

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pascaloverx · 1 year ago

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Strangers?

Part Two

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Author's note: This fanfic is set in the creation of Jenny Han. Conrad Fisher and other characters mentioned in the future do not belong to me. I hope you like this fanfic, depending on how it goes, I'll decide if this fic will have more parts or just this one. This fanfic is recommended for all audiences, there will be no adult content in it, only possible inappropriate language and alcohol consumption.

You arrive at the beach some time later, and you realize you might have dozed off on Conrad's shoulder. Embarrassment washes over you, and you quickly move away.

"Tell me you didn't hear me snoring…" You know there's a real chance he heard your snoring or that you drooled on his jacket. Great first impression.

"You know, you do this funny thing with your nose when you're sleeping. And if you want to know, the snoring wasn't that bad." He says while smiling, and you feel like you could dig a hole in the ground and bury yourself in it. Your day is getting better and better.

"I'm so glad we're finally here. I can't wait for the ice cream, although it's probably melted by now." You say, incredibly excited, but Conrad seems to find it strange.

"Why would you be happy that your ice cream melted?" Conrad asks as we get out of the car. He grabs the groceries, and I close my car and grab a blanket I had in the trunk.

You both sit on the beach, and you realize you have no idea where you are, and for some reason, that's comforting. You feel like you've spent your whole life trying to find yourself, never allowing yourself to enjoy the feeling of being spontaneous and lost. You grab the tub of ice cream and a plastic spoon you bought from the little shop, while Conrad takes the beer, and you both watch the sun begin to set.

"Want some?" You say, pointing to the tub of chocolate ice cream in your hands, offering it to Conrad, who seems to be realizing that the ice cream wasn't the only thing that heated up during your car ride.

"I don't know how warm beer and melted ice cream affect a person's stomach. But judging by the way you're digging in, I guess the ice cream must be great." He says between sips of beer, and you try to clean your mouth as soon as you realize you might be making a mess.

"How's it now?" You ask while trying to clean your face; he then reaches out toward your lip and wipes it on the left corner. You just watch him, feeling a certain intimacy in this gesture. Suddenly, you shake yourself to stop deluding yourself.

"Now it's perfect. Tell me something, what made you so lonely that you wanted my company? If I may ask, of course." He add, trying to steer the conversation toward you, hoping to uncover the reasons behind your solitude.

"If we're going to do this, we have to do it right. I propose a truth or dare game." You suggest, trying to lighten the mood and make the situation more comfortable.

"Okay, truth or dare?" Conrad asks nonchalantly.

"Truth." you respond, almost whispering. You gaze out at the sea, taking a moment to gather your thoughts. You already know what he wants to hear, so you sigh and begin to explain the twist your life has taken in the last 24 hours.

"I was working as a babysitter to pay off the student loan I took, and like any foolish young person, I fell for the sweet words of the eldest son of the family I worked for, who happened to be the father of the baby I was taking care of. We were the same age, so naturally, one thing led to another. But I found out yesterday that I was part of a social experiment. Someone he used to show his parents that he knew how to handle life. So I decided to come here to contemplate life since now, besides being single, I'm also unemployed." You say it all at once, hoping your foolishness goes unnoticed.

"You know..." Conrad starts, a faint smile on his lips, "sometimes life throws curveballs at us when we least expect it. But it's how we handle those curveballs that define us. You've shown incredible strength by facing your situation and taking charge. You're not alone in this, and hey, who knows? Maybe this unexpected turn might lead you to something even better."

"Is that something even better you?" You say while smiling truly extravagantly. You apologize quietly for the almost-laugh that escaped you.

Conrad chuckles, a genuine smile appearing on his face. "Well, who knows?" he replies, a playful glint in his eyes. "Life is full of surprises, right?"

"Enjoy the fact that you're in a good mood and tell me why you were having a mental breakdown in that convenience store earlier. I imagine your story is as good as mine."

"Oh, believe me, my story is not as eventful as yours. I was just having a classic existential crisis in the middle of snack aisle, questioning my life choices and wondering if I'll ever find true happiness." Conrad replies with a half-smile, trying to downplay his own troubles.

"It depends on what you think true happiness is…" You say, taking another spoonful of ice cream.

"Isabel Conklin was my happiness. Or still is. Do you know when the person you love stops being your happiness?" He asks.

"I think happiness shouldn't entirely depend on another person. Perhaps, when we learn to find joy within ourselves, the people around us become complements to that happiness, not exclusive sources of it." You respond, contemplating the question of happiness and love.

"I don't know if it helps or makes it worse. Either way, truth or dare?" He directs the question at you, attempting to steer away from the subject.

"I'm inclined to choose 'truth' again." You respond, observing his attempt to change the topic. Deep down, you're starting to believe that it's more than just a matter of a broken heart.

"It's not fair for you to choose only truth. Where's the girl who told me to move out of her way so she could drive past?" Conrad says, trying to tease me.

"Alright, hit me with your best shot, big guy." You try to sound fearless, but deep down you know he won't ask for anything crazy, right?

"I challenge you to take a plunge into that sea and have a nice swim in that probably freezing but invigorating water." He says, pointing towards the ocean. What a tease. You're definitely going to catch a cold here.

"Come with me?" You say as you strip off most of the clothes you have on. If you go in with this many clothes, you might get sick anyway. Conrad seems to ponder for a moment but eventually joins you.

For a few moments, it feels like the two of you get lost in the water, as if it's blissful. Then you look at Conrad and ask, "Truth or dare?"

Conrad responds after a dive, "Dare." You look into his eyes and smile. Then you say loudly, "I dare you to do something spontaneous, I don't know. Whatever comes to your mind first… if you need suggestions, I have a few."

For a moment, you both lock eyes, he thinking about what he wants to do and you observing what he will choose. You imagine him stepping out of the sea and approaching the elderly couple nearby, asking for a photo, or perhaps he'd ask for the phone number of the beautiful stranger walking towards the beach. But he manages to surprise you. Before you know it, his lips are on yours. Gently, he gives you a peck. A peck that starts to linger, maybe because it's the first time your lips meet his. You grab his hair, pulling your face closer to his. You're only interrupted by a couple shouting his name near where you left your clothes.

#conrad fisher x reader #tsitp fanfic #conrad x reader #strangers to lovers #conrad fisher fanfic #belly conklin #jeremiah fisher #reader insert #Spotify

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hiskillingjar · 1 year ago

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we love only the person we can eat

Relationship: Strade/Reader Rating: Explicit Contains: Gender-Neutral Pronouns, Vaginal Sex, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood and Gore, Cannibalism, Amputation, Love Confessions Length: 4600+ words:

Summary: “For us, eating and being eaten belong to the terrible secret of love. We love only the person we can eat [...] Eat me up, my love, or else I’m going to eat you up.”

Hélène Cixous (1998) Stigmata: Escaping Texts. pg. 78.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48093946

Loving someone shouldn’t feel like this, you think.

It should make you feel warm and fuzzy inside, it should feel like butterflies fluttering in your tummy, it should feel like safety, security, warmth and worship. It should be a feeling of girlish innocence and infatuation, bunny rabbits and taking the first steps past the gates of Disney World.

It shouldn’t feel like a virus or a disease that made your insides turn into poisonous mush and bile and spit, and threaten to spill out of you in a puddle of toxic vomit every time you opened your mouth.

It shouldn’t feel like your stomach and your brain were itching with insects and creepy-crawlies, maggots and worms, turning and squirming in your guts and never letting you feel a moment of stillness.

It shouldn’t feel like a life-encompassing obsession that convinced you that he would stop caring about you or even stop existing altogether if you stopped looking at him, stopped talking about him, stopped thinking about him, for even a second.

It shouldn’t feel like this.

But then again, you’re not sure if you even really felt love before this, before he saw you at the bar and took you for his own.

So maybe, this was exactly how love was supposed to feel.

“Ah…there you are. You’re waking up.”

It wasn’t often that you let yourself be underneath him, let yourself be taken so willingly, bare skin against skin. It wasn’t often that you allowed such a deliberate invasion of your space or exposure of your innermost vulnerabilities.

Not like you had much of a choice.

That night, you felt sluggish and slow and heavy, like you had a ton of weight strapped around your neck that kept your hazy eyes locked towards the ceiling, your neck pinned down to the bed. The pain you traditionally associated with being awake and living was replaced by an overwhelming numbness, so much so that it made your body feel cold and still, like a living corpse.

You assumed that your sluggishness was probably due to the drugs in your system. Strade was always pretty sloppy when it came to chemicals.

Not that you could blame him, though. He was more of a hands-on kind of guy, after all.

"Hey, buddy," He said with a slight tilt of his head, a playful lilt to his voice as he peered down, a slow smile spreading on his face as he considered you with a hungry twinkle in his golden eyes. "You doing okay? You were out of it for a while."

"Ngh," You attempted to speak, to make some kind of vocalisation (in either agreement or disagreement, you weren’t quite sure), but your tongue felt as heavy as your head did, loose and lousy behind your teeth, inside your skull.

He chuckled affectionately as he knelt up on the bed, the mattress dipping low underneath his weight (he had packed it on in the last couple of years since things had slowed down on his end of running the streams), pushing a hand through your hair. He wasn't gripping it just yet, he wasn't hurting you (a surprise in its own right), as he gently urged your head forward, your neck straight, and your eyes to meet his.

"Ah, I think I gave you too much sedative." He mused thoughtfully, raising his other hand to gently caress your cheek, his thumb tracing over your parted lips where a thin stream of drool was running down your chin, down your neck. "Whoops. My bad, I guess." He then said with a laugh. “You know me. I’m lousy with anything stronger than chloroform.”

In a moment of uncharacteristic gentleness (maybe he was in an especially good mood tonight), Strade started to kiss your cheek, down your neck, across your collarbone, practically doting on you and making your slack body tremble and shiver.

"I mean, I didn't have to sedate you," He then said with a casual shrug, giving your cheek (a smear of wet still clinging to your skin from his kiss) a few light taps, as if he was trying to wake you up from a deep slumber, wake you from your sluggish fatigue. "That was just me being nice, really. So I think a thank you is well deserved…”

He then brought his face closer to yours for a moment, raising a single brow with a silent question. A quiet reminder of just how dangerous he was capable of being, if he wanted to be.

“Don’t you?” He then said, his voice low.

“Mm,” You hummed, giving your head a little shake as you tried to kick yourself out of your sluggish daze and be as lively as he wanted you to be (and you were getting so tired of being lively). “T…thank you…”

“You’re welcome.”

His smile lines were deeper than they once were, and the corners of his eyes wrinkled and softened handsomely as he smiled, in a way they didn’t when you first met.

He was aging gracefully, he didn’t even have a single grey hair yet, and he had given you the privilege of aging alongside him. You could only guess the number of people who hadn’t been given such a privilege.

“Why did you sedate me?” You then asked, though your words were more of a mumble than anything else, your tongue still heavy behind your teeth.

"Oh, I wanted to do something special.” He replied, his voice a touch softer than usual as his smile softened too. “It’s our big day, after all.” He traced a thick finger along the curve of your jaw, down your neck, tracing the line that he had previously kissed. “I mean, it's kind of like an anniversary, don't you think, fräulein ? Seven years is an awfully long time for two people to be together. We ought to celebrate it."

Together.

He said the word so easily.

He implied a togetherness, a quasi-relationship that wasn’t built off a sadomasochistic need for fear and pain that was so terrifying and obscure and truly sublime in the most Gothic sense of the word, with such conviction that you were almost certain that he was joking, that he was teasing you.

And you were so easy to tease. You and your wide-eyed hopes, your romantic dreams, your tragically romantic books that depicted darkness and lightness in tandem, your cheesy romcoms that he bought for you and made fun of.

Together.

Were you?

He took a quiet moment to consider you further, his fingertips brushing tenderly over every scar that marred your shoulders, your chest, your barely exposed sternum, every cut, scrape or bruise, with such care and compassion despite him being the cause of the majority of them.

“I think we’re worth celebrating,” He brought his face close to yours, pressing a quick kiss to the corner of your mouth as his big hands mapped the span of your body as if he was trying to devote it to his memory, like he was afraid of possibly losing it. “ You’re worth celebrating.”

Really, when he spoke like that and touched you with a gentleness he never showed to anyone else ( because you’re special, you’re special, you’re special, that’s why he kept you, that’s why you were still alive ) , it's no wonder that you were keening up against him (the best you could), chasing his mouth with your own, wanting to be so close to him that your bodies merged together.

Loving someone shouldn’t feel like this, you think.

But you don’t want any other kind of love anymore.

Finally, he brought his mouth to yours in a deep kiss, one strong hand cupping your cheek, his grubby nails digging into the soft flesh as the other reached down and dug into your hip, groping and squeezing. When you gasped against his lips, he took the opportunity to press his tongue into your mouth, suffocating and all-consuming, and your eyes rolled back into your skull as you let yourself be so thoroughly invaded.

If it were possible for him to consume you, wholly, you would have let him, you think.

You knew that impulse came from something fucked up and Freudian, a wanting to be consumed by a man you should have hated but loved so deeply and intimately that it made you want to throw up, but that didn’t stop you from yearning for it.

You yearned for Strade to devour you with his sharp cannibal teeth , to tear flesh and muscle, to rupture skin and fat, and be devoured himself, in the truest sense of the word, in the unity of shared skin, bones, body, and blood.

But, because he couldn’t devour you (not in the literal, all-consumptive sense, at least), you, instead, pulled away from the kiss, raised your head, and bit his collar-bone to fill that violent yearning that haunted every dream and waking nightmare, marring his skin with rough indentations and pinpricks of blood welling at the surface of his tan skin.

Strade didn't mind.

“Ngh, scheiße !” He sucked in a pained hiss through his teeth, though that didn’t stop a dangerous grin from coming to his face as you dug your teeth in even deeper. “Ah…ahhh, little devil, this is how you want to play, ja?”

If anything, the pain made him all the more excited as he growled out his arousal and pressed himself even closer to you with another firm and invasive kiss, his cock hard through his slacks and rubbing against the soft mound of your cunt through your shorts, open and weeping and already begging to be stuffed to the very brim with his cock.

Gasping your own arousal against the deep kiss, your thighs parted with an unspoken invitation as you reached up (with shaking hands, the sedative hadn’t worn off just yet) to yank his shirt open, popped buttons shooting aside, and push it down his shoulders and his arms.

Despite the weight gain, and his general lack of strenuous activity as he had gotten older, Strade’s arms were still strong and well-defined (the strength gained from years of lugging around dead bodies didn’t go away that quickly, it seemed). You allowed yourself an ever-indulgent moment to stroke up and down them, feeling the warmth of his tan skin, the slick of the sweat clinging to him, and reveling that he was alive, he was real, you could touch him.

“So needy,” He teased with another grin, his words whispered against your parted, kiss-bitten lips as your shaking fingers traced over his tattoo, stripe-stripe-arrow (you’d never even asked what it meant). “You’re so desperate for me, fräulein. You never change.”

As he spoke, he reached down to unbuckle his belt and unzip his khakis, idly squeezing and groping his cock through his underwear, a damp spot of pre-cum soaking the thin fabric. Your mouth watered for him (literally, from the way you were still drooling down your chin).

“You don’t want me to change,” You replied, letting your lips trail down his chin and to his jaw, pressing a quick kiss to his scar before kissing down his neck, relishing in the low rumble of pleasure he let out as you did so. He really did like it when you paid attention to him. “Not really.”

“ Ja, that’s true.” He hummed, his free hand reaching down to your left thigh, spanning over the soft flesh and kneading it idly as he continued to grope his cock. “I picked you up exactly how I wanted you to stay forever. Hungry,” He sighed with pleasure, digging a canine into his bottom lip as you teased the bites on his collar bone with your tongue. “Needy, and so eager to please. Ha!” He barked out a gruff laugh, giving your thigh a slap and making your entire body flinch (despite the still-flowing sedative in your blood). “Let’s see if we can keep you like this for seven more years, hm?~”

At the very idea (and kind of promise) that he would be keeping you for at least another seven years, you dig your teeth into him again and again ( and again and again and again) , decorating his soft chest with bloody declarations of ownership (as close as you were going to get to ownership, anyway) and possessive love.

It was clear that that was enough to encourage Strade to take a scarred hip in each hand and effortlessly slide his hard cock inside of you, your loose shorts pushed aside and clinging to your puffy labia, groaning at the ease, the warmth, and the hot, tight heat of your cunt.

A flicker of discomfort came to your face as Strade started to fuck you, but it subsided as quickly as it came as he gradually built up a steady rhythm of shallow thrusts, barely giving you enough stimulation for pleasure (you liked to be teased in that way) and demonstrating only an interest in pleasing himself.

It’s a good pace, you thought as you reached down to circle your erect clit, standing tall and proud, with one hand, making yourself gasp and whimper, and one that Strade had to learn in the seven years since your initial capture.

He’d been a lousy lay at the beginning, seeking only a warm hole to sink his dick into when he was in the mood (whether it was a consenting hole or not), but since then, since coming to know each other and learning about each other’s bodies (in a way that was wholly consenting, albeit not at all safe or sane), he’d gotten much better.

Biting your lip as pleasure slowly started to build in your core, you took Strade's sweaty face in your free hand, staring up at him intently as he continued to relentlessly fuck you.

His face was uncharacteristically flushed and his eyes, the colour and sticky depth of honey, were hazy, half-lidded and incredibly hungry. His lips were kiss-bitten and parted to let out short breaths of exertion as he kept moving and gradually picking up the pace like a brutal machine, slamming his full hips against yours, his belly straining against the still-clinging buttons of his shirt.

“ Ich möchte dich verschlingen, ” He panted out, a bead of sweat trickling down his cheek and dripping down on your chest as he fucked you, before he brought his face closer to yours, his teeth bared. “ Meine fleisch, meine liebe~”

His mouth watered to tear you apart with his teeth, because he was only half man, not so much, and the rest fiend .

But he couldn’t do that, not yet, not truly, so he pressed a hungry kiss to your mouth instead, biting your lips and pressing your tongues together in a grotesquely erotic merge of fluids and flesh.

Strade's pounding cock brushed against a tight bundle of nerves deep inside of you, making your entire body, suddenly alive and brimming with energy and burning, aching fire, flinch and tremble. You were instantly compelled to throw your arms around his neck and sink your nails into his back, marring his skin even more with bloody lines and crescent moons dug into his flesh.

“Ah-hah!” Your once hazy eyes shot wide open and bloodshot as a prickling, electric shot of pain shot through your entire body and made your spine arch and bend. “F-Fuck-!”

The sedative had worn off, well and truly, and suddenly, the intense pain of your amputated leg ( your amputated leg, he FUCKING CUT YOUR LEG OFF HEFUCKINGMAIMEDYOUFUCKINGMONSTER) is the only thing you can feel. The deep gash on the bottom of what used to be your knee throbbed and burned, your very bone aching and burning in the meat of your thigh, and you had to dig your teeth into Strade's shoulder to stop yourself from screaming out in pain.

“Oh, there it is. That’s it,” He panted into your ear with a filthy grin, running his tongue over your ear and digging his teeth into your lobe, the same as you did. “Feel it, meine liebe . Feel the pain and remember what I did to you .”

You whimpered helplessly against his shoulder, clutching onto him and wrapping your leg around his full waist, trying desperately hard to ignore the consistent throbbing.

"Do you remember how it tasted?" He then growled into your ear again with a cruel smile, pushing himself as deep as he could inside you, spearing you on his cock and watching intently (his golden eyes wider than you had ever seen them) as you writhed and squirmed beneath him. A pinned-down butterfly with a needle through its middle, an animal skin waiting to be filled, a rabbit thrashing for freedom beneath the jaws of a wolf, foolish enough to consent to their capture. "Remember how you begged to taste yourself on my tongue, meine liebe ? What a sick, little freak you are."

"Nnoooo-" You whined helplessly as you tipped your head back with a desperate groan, your hips pushed back against his cock as he wrapped a hand around the stump of your leg and pulled you closer to him. "No, no, noooo..."

"Yesss~" He drawled with a mean chuckle, his honey-coloured eyes half-lidded as he used his grip on your thigh to pull you down onto him, as if you were a toy, a doll in his lap. "And you loved it, didn't you? You loved that I cared about you enough about you to eat you, to devour you and hold you inside myself forever...ah, fräulein, what a poor creature you are."

"S-Strade," You gasped, whining out a broken gasp of pain and pleasure, his thick cock filling every inch of you and making you shake and tremble with desperate, yearning want, despite the excruciating pain that was now shooting from your scalp to the very tip of your toes. "Please, please, I can't-"

"It's too much, isn't it?" He cooed softly, as the hand not on your thigh reached up to idly grope your chest, rolling the piercing through your nipple between this thumb and pointer finger, listening to each of your whimpers and whines. "All too much for a sweet, little thing like you to handle.”

All you could do was try to jerk your head away and look somewhere else, the ceiling, the wall, the fucking carpet for all you cared right now-

“Hah, you know, I would have thought you'd built up a bit of an endurance to it after seven years!" He laughed again and pinched your nipple cruelly, tugging at the hoop with a teasing grin when you let out a shrill shriek of pain at the motion. "You always have a way of staying soooo interesting, meine liebe . That's why I like you so much~"

He then dipped his head to indulgently run his tongue over your chest, nipping at the hoop through your nipple and giving it a mean little tug as he continued to relentlessly fuck you.

"That's why I love you."

And for whatever reason, just hearing those words, everything around you fell into place.

You stopped shrieking, and crying and twisting away from him. Even the pain stopped, in the traditional sense, replaced with a burning ricocheting through your trembling body as you stared up at him, like you were staring at an angel, a twisted kind of God, and not the fucking Devil himself.

“Because I do,” He continued, meeting your eyes with his own as he looked down at you. “I do love you. Very much.”

“I love you too,” You gasped out, feeling a cold sweat clinging to your forehead as you reached up to cling onto him, digging your nails into his shoulders like you were scared of being pulled away from him, scared of losing him. “I love you, I love you, I love you-!”

You were tethered, you thought, as you dipped your head and tongued one of the bites you had left behind on Strade's shoulder, like a dog tongued an enemy's lacerated throat, as Strade fucked you deeper, earning more scratches and cuts down his back, not even a modicum of the pain he inflicted on you so easily, so readily.

“This is all for you,” He then murmured softly, his voice low and even gentle sounding as he brought his face closer to yours again, every hard edge of his features softened by the low light of the setting sun, to the degree that he almost looked as harmless and charming as he did on the very first night you met.

“So be sure to savour it.”

You kissed him again, desperately hard like you were a man starving, and in your frenzied haste, you bit down too hard, somehow managing to rupture the thin skin of Strade’s bottom lip, a rivulet of blood suddenly streaming down his chest and staining his mouth, his lips, his teeth.

It was a perfect taste, you thought, as you thrust your own tongue into his mouth, wrapping yourself entirely in him as he pushed his cock even deeper inside of you.

You didn’t like sex before this, not really, at least not in the traditional sense because you had always liked what you and Strade had done together (no matter how grotesque, repulsive of wrong), but you like how inseparable your bodies have become through this erotic unification.

Is it your own thigh that you’re touching, or is it Strade's? Is it Strade's blood that’s spilling across your tongue or your own? Is Strade's cock inside of you or has it always been there, a part of you?

In the light of the setting sun, sealed away from the eyes of anything normative or traditional, the lines between you and Strade began to blur and were replaced by a mass of writhing, sweaty flesh, and you liked that.

You preferred being rendered monstrous through your own actions to being deemed monstrous by those who cannot see them.

Because you were a monster, in the truest sense, and he had seen the monster in you and loved you, not despite it but because of it.

Strade kissed you again, fiercely, thrusting so deep inside of you, inside of your pulsing cunt, that you could practically feel it in your lungs (you wondered, for maybe a moment too long, what that would actually feel like, Strade thrusting his cock into your vivisected chest), pressing your chests together, smearing the blood that was still dripping down his chin against your pale skin and tethering your bodies even more.

After a few more short, erratic thrusts, you could feel your core tighten and throb around Strade’s still-thrusting cock, and your entire body trembled and shook from pain, pleasure, and sheer exertion.

Like a mean form of payback, Strade suddenly bit down on your lower lip (with his sharp cannibal teeth), and a burst of blood coated both your probing, writhing tongues and trickled down your chins, painting your bodies even more so in brutal pleasure.

With Strade's hands on your hips, grubby, bitten fingernails digging into the soft flesh, your pale skin, he pushed himself even deeper with one final thrust and ejaculated deep inside of you, pushing you, himself, over the line of orgasm and into a world of white-hot, mind melting ecstasy.

Maybe it’s poetic that you came together so often. Romantic.

The one rendition of romance you had, barring the cannibalism.

You were the first to pull away, nearly collapsing back against the bed and letting out a deep exhale as you run your tongue over your wounded lip, hissing at the sensitivity of it.

What was another wound, though? It paled in comparison to the still burning, throbbing pain of your amputated knee.

Strade took a moment to indulge in a rare vulnerability, not even trying to detangle himself from you and opting instead to cage you down against the bed underneath his weight, resting his head on your chest and his slowly softening cock, still weeping, pressed to your right thigh.

He reached up to idly stroke over the lacerations that ran down the center of your sternum, a poor man’s attempt at vivisection when he was feeling particularly ambitious, and you ached for him to push his fingers past those scars and penetrate you even deeper.

You ached for him to devour even more of you, for him to reach into your chest, to pull out bones, flesh, and organs and tear into you, engulfing you completely and carrying you with him always, no matter what he did to you.

That way, you would always win//

"I left your prosthetic downstairs," He murmured softly after a long moment of comfortable silence, before he sat up on the edge of the bed and pressed a quick kiss to your temple, nestling his face against your soft hair (longer than it had been when you first met). "How is it feeling? Still painful?"

"Y-Yeah…it hurts," You said with a soft hiss as he ran his fingers over your gash, your body trembling a little at the pain but trying hard not to flinch or cringe away. You could endure it. "Can I have another dose?"

"Hm?" He hummed a non-verbal question, his voice an ever-playful lilt as a teasing smile spread on his face. "You want another dose of sedative, is that it?"

"Please," You pleaded softly, keening into his touch, your cheek pressed into his palm. “For our special day?”

"Mm, I'll think about it," He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your other cheek as he idly pushed his fingers into your hair, petting you like a dog, a cat, or an animal in his bed. "I'll go get your prosthetic for now.” He fished in his pocket for a moment and took out his phone, checking the time with a swipe of his finger. “I think Ren should be finishing up on the stream by now, so we can have a late dinner together to celebrate. Okay?"

You couldn’t think of a reason to try and argue against him.

"Okay." You nodded and smiled the best you could, despite the pain, leaning up to chase after a kiss as he stood to his feet, buckling his belt and buttoning up the (remaining) buttons of his shirt.

He gave the kiss to you readily, reaching forward and cupping your face gently with his free hand, his thumb tracing over your chin, and your bottom lip as he pulled you into a soft, close kiss.

Just as he gave his love to you readily now.

“ Meine liebe, ” He whispered softly against your lips between kisses, his eyes deeply fond as he stroked his thumb up and down your cheek. “You’re mine, sweet thing. Mine to kiss and to fuck and to devour, and to love, however I want . Remember that.”

“I’m yours,” You whispered in a reply, pressing your own kiss to his smiling lips. “Always.”

Strade didn’t say another thing. He didn’t need to when he smiled so proudly and kissed your cheek, running his fingers through your hair for an indulgent moment of softness before he stood to his feet and left you in the bedroom, idly shouting for Ren as he paced down the stairs.

You fell back against the bed with an exhausted huff, your body a mess and your lip, your neck, your shoulders, and your leg throbbing in pain.

Loving someone shouldn’t feel like this, you thought, as you looked down where your leg used to be, the dark gash marring the tattooed skin of your right thigh, a cruel reminder of his ownership over you.

But he was right. It was the perfect kind of romance for the two of you to share.

A perfect romance and a perfect meal.

Loving someone shouldn’t feel like this.

But you didn’t want any other kind of love anymore.

Not ever again.

#boyfriend to death #btd #you kill me every time #ykmet #strade btd #strade ykmet #strade x reader #IT'S BEEN SEVEN YEARS #MOTHERFUCKERRRRRR #i don't want to fix him i want him to EAT ME #ray's fics

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mlmvoreconfessionals · 1 year ago

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Can we get some more bob velseb vore? Perhaps a continuation of the prompt you did for him before?

Yeah, definitely! I presume this one is asking about this story, so that's what I'm working with.

Barry still couldn't quite believe that this was actually happening. He'd been quiet the whole way there, letting the deranged cannibal simply drag him along. Now they're sat down at a restaurant for a dinner he'd reserved with his boyfriend. Except...his boyfriend is just some sludge pumping through the killer's bowels, and instead, he can only watch as Bob greedily tears into his third steak.

""Mmm..." Bob gulps the last bite down and licks his lips. "Now, this place knows how to make a steak. Haven't had one that good in a while." He chuckles to himself and pats his stomach a few times, which lets out a noisy groan against his hand. Barry can't help but stare at it.

"But..." Bob slowly rubs along it, his near-perpetual grin widening just slightly. "...I'm still starving over here. Guess those treats at the haunted house weren't enough, even with the steak." Barry finally looks up from the killer's stomach to meet his eyes, seeing the light of a hungry predator gleaming from them. "Wouldn't want our first date to end on a hungry stomach, would we?"

"F-First?" B.arry asks hesitantly. Is he implying more? Why the hell would he go on more dates with this guy?! He should be calling the cops! Why hasn't he?! Bob has gone unnoticed so far since everything just thinks its a costume, but surely the police will listen and--

"Of course first!" Bob exclaims with a laugh. "I'm your boyfriend now, you think you can get away with taking me on just one date? You didn't treat the other one like that, did you?" He rubs over his gut slowly and tilts his head. He stops when it lets out a noisy groan. "Speaking of...I'm still starving."

Barry shrinks back in his seat slightly as he watches Bob summon the waiter over with a gesture. With a slurp of his lips, the cannibal yanks the man down, drooling maw opening impossibly wide to take him. in. Actually watching Bob eat a man whole was...quite the experience for Barry. He already knew the killer could do it, but that's different from seeing it happen. Bob's jaws stretched so easily over the thrashing waiter, each gulp sucking him down the hatch as easily as it had those bites of steak. In no time, kicking legs are disappearing with a wet slurp, and Bob is licking his lips again as his belly bloats outward with its latest snack.

Bob lets out a thick belch and pats his gut a few times. It's pressed tightly against the table now, gurgling up a storm. Barry finds himself staring at it again. "I don't mind if ya wanna touch it," Bob says with a lax smile. "Go ahead. I don't bite."

Touch it..? Why the hell would he want to touch it?! This is disgusting! It's wrong! It's...It's...really soft. That's the first thing Barry thinks when he does put his hand against Bob's stomach, feeling it squish with all the fat already on it. It's warm, too, especially thanks to the digestive process going on inside. Barry can barely feel the waiter inside through all the heft...he can barely hear the man, too.

"How about...we get some food to go and we finish this up at my place?" Bob offers with a big grin. "And you can spend tonight gettin' real personal with the ol' tank here." He pats the side of his stomach a few times and chuckles darkly. For some reason...Barry likes the idea.

#v.ore #male vore #mlm vore #m/m vore #gay vore #vore story #oral vore #digestion #fatal vore #bobvelsebvore #slashervore #ask

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asinfullangel · 1 year ago

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1 Welcome

What could I write for something as open as welcome? I can go for a classic: the pizza man wasn’t part of your order.

A delivery boy was doing what he had been doing for the past few night shifts, but time to change things around just for the night (and a few more to come right after). So then, on another delivery run with just one order in the car and it was pretty big. A dozen meat lover pizzas with stuffed cheesy crust toasting his backsides as he drives up to the place. Ending up at an apartment building on a quiet evening. A dozen pizzas would probably be used to feed a party someone was hosting somewhere in this place, but that thought was answered, “I guess not,” from the lack of music or people chatting as he hopefully closed in on the right floor…

After a few attempts he found the right floor & apartment number, and he reached the top floor of the place, almost as quiet as it is outside the building. The last door down the hall looks like this person loves pizza because of all the empty pizza boxes left outside (and is not picky about where they are getting more from, so many pizza logos). He could smell the old grease coming off those pizza boxes as he knocked on the door…

“Hello? Did someone order a dozen meaty and cheesy pizza specials? This better not be another prank order.”

Then the door opens to a man built like a bear kinda body in their off season, beard and furry as one.

“Good, I have your order here in under 30 minutes and still hot to the crust. Your order come up to 25-”

“Yea yea, I got the cash inside. Come on in.”

In with the delivery man and this man close the door behind him without a creak of the door. The boxes were set down on the table (so many beer bottles and a handful of them aren’t completely empty). The bear-like man didn’t have any cash in hand though he was about to have his first bite all in one go, wink.

“So then your order came up to 25-” though his words stopped when a hand turned him around by the shoulder and pulled into the man's now bare chest, his legs lifted off the ground and this bear’s manly musk filling his lungs. He heard clearly that this man was hungry for his order, but the way he was drooling told this unlucky delivery man a different answer.

“Sir, I’m sorry to say, but I’m not part of your order and my body is off limits.”

“Well… I did order for delivery and you did deliver my whole order, you included. I wasn’t going to carry you in myself.”

So without much waiting around he got to enjoy the delivery man all to him before munching on a few slices. The little man kinda helped satisfy his hunger though the manly bear just wanted a free meal (and this delivery man was a nice addition).

In the morning the same delivery boy will wake up back in bed, naked and questioning if that was a nightmare he experienced last night. He’ll get an answer once he clocks into work late and receives loads of questions as to why he didn’t show back to work to clock out. While for the bear man he’ll be calling up some of his fellow bear bode buddies over for a game night, already planning to order in more pizza and hopefully to have the “extra treat” to himself.

#male vore prompts #vore prompts #voretober #male vore

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shutupheathersorryheatherr · 1 year ago

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”Captive heart”

Summery: You meet yeonjun when walking home one evening and a he’s “the perfect stranger” you’re instantly hooked and as it turns out, much to the both of your surprises so is he. After bonding over disappointments you decide to start a “friendship” that consists of more coupley things than the both of you can handle while still being able to call each other your friend. But A “wild passion that drives away the cold” is just what the two of you needed. So maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. Correction: it wouldn’t be so bad if the both of you weren’t drooling over the other person whenever you were together.

A/N: this fic is based on the song captive heart by Selena because I didn’t have any other inspiration but then I listened to this song and it all suddenly came to me lol. This as stated before in the release date post, it’s for the lovely @itz-yerin but I really hope everyone else who reads enjoys it! This fix MIGHT have a “lost scenes and epilogue” as sorta a part two in the future. warnings and info: strangers to friends to lovers but they’ve had a thing for each other since day one, cursing, some very mild angst, making out? I guess idk but they kiss a bit, mentions of “sobering up” but no mentions of actually drinking they were just really tired of that makes sense. Bad spelling and all around shittyness lmao If I missed something please let me know!!

~this is simply a piece of fiction. My imagination onto “paper. This is in no way is mean to be taken as an actual and real representation of anyone.~

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You’ve just fixed your shoe for what seemed like the thousandth time in the time you’ve walked from whatever place it was you had come from. At this point it didn’t matter when you saw him. The sun was setting so you didn’t want to take that long. But he made you brake your concentration on the walkway ahead in you. Eyes seemingly moving on their own as a man almost stomps lathargicly down the concrete steps of a small corner eatery. Head hung heavily and body swinging along with his steps like he was either half asleep or a piece of jello. He looked mildly disappointed as he raised his head. Running his fingers through his light hair, his hand stopping at the back of head as he turns his attention to you. A smirk appearing on his face, pulling his lips and eyebrows up like how you suddenly feel looking at him. Even for a second, you already felt like your feet were lifting off the pavement. Hovering over the reality of the situation that you would probably never see him again. You already felt like you were flying. It wouldn’t have been more tv worthy if there was a romantic song crescendoing in the background. He looks away from you, now seemingly searching for something across the street. But, here you are, having to walk past the man as he nods at you like he has a cowboy hat and is tipping it at you. God, he’s look handsome in a cowboy hat. Once you’re past him he takes another look both ways. They really weren’t showing up, huh? Probably his fault. He really was looking to apologize, seriously, but of course they didn’t believe him. Maybe he really wasn’t around enough. Though, judging from the exceeding the expectations of beautiful person he just saw walk past him, maybe this day wasn’t that much of a disappointment.

He shrugs, not as uninterested as it might seem. and with a shake of his head, he returns to his seat inside. He puts his head in his palms, running his fingers through his hair. Maybe it was his fault for picking such a run down place. But he isn't one to get oo caught up in maybes and what ifs. What's done is done. Just like how his ex has apparently shown their former relationship to be.

You stop at once your cross the street, turning your head back towards the guy who was no longer at the door of the eatery. Looking at the sky, you're trying to remind yourself how late it is. But it wasn't working. now all you're doing is trying to plan out how much time id take for you to grab a water or something and sit down because you really did need to rest your feet. and while you were in there itwouldnt hurt to stare at him a little longer, would it? You nod to yourself, you should have enough time. You take another longing look at the sky, remembering how you felt like you were dancing in it when you saw his face, and head back the way you came.

you spot him instantly, pretty hard to miss, even from the back. At least for you with his silk black hair tickling his neck, sleeves of his shirt hung across shoulders anyone would die for, and smith skin that somehow seemed to lift your hands towards him. In a sort of muscle memory you didn't know you even had. You smooth our your clothes and take a breath, not wanting to linger at the door too long. gladly nobodys at the counter as you make a b-line for the drink cooler on the back wall, your eye already on the drink you want and-- "shit" you mutter to yourself. The door was stuck. Of course the door just had to be stuck. Cause you couldn't just quickly take your drink and sit and the booth directly in his eye sight and have your fun like you had planned. Because just like your shoes, today you just weren't going to get your way.

you feel a tall pressance behind you. the smell of some faded cologne and something else you couldn’t quite place…. Was it fuity? Earthy floral? But that’s what we now. It didn’t really matter as you turned around just in time to catch his lips moving ti speak. “Forgive me if I’m wrong but, I think you have to pull it.” Your eyes go wide, you try to look away, but not before the knowing smirk on his face is replaced with a big smile. “No no! It’s ok. I’m kidding! I swear, that thing was glued shut as a joke or something.” He laughs, his hands shooting up to hover over your shoulders. You can feel the warmth of his hands, welcomed since, being so close to the fridge you were starting to get a little too cool for comfort. But you relax at his statement, eyes going back to their normal size. You chuckle, ��god you had be worried there for a second that I’d just embarrassed myself.” He shakes his head like at a past memory. “Listen, if it was anyone who was embarrassed it was me earlier when there were people in here and I tried for a good minute prying it open and fell flat on my ass….” He suddenly gets grim, and you almost are worried before you realize hes winding up for another joke. “And, sad to say, there’s really not much cushion to break the fall.” You start to snigger as he cocks his head at you, faking shock. “Oh my god! How dare you!” He puts a dramatic hand over his chest. His heart secretly beating hard under his hand. You try to contain your laughter, wanting to play along but the hand over your mouth is only going so much. “Worse part is I didn’t even know what I slipped on!” God you were so early to laugh with. How was this happening to him? “Proves you can actually try too hard.” You shrug, already fully enamored. He was only a few feet away from you but you wanted him to be closer. Somehow he had made this whole embarrassing situation a great experience. He had turned you wanting to run out is there and never come back to you laughing with him at what he had done earlier. Maybe it was just knowing someone had done the same thing, maybe it was who exactly was explaining what happened to him was. Yeah that probably had something to do with it. But however he achieved it he achieved it well. And right now that stupid drink you’d probably never be able to taste now was a mile away in your mind. “I honestly wanted to curl up in the back and never leave.” You raised an eyebrow. Was he like an owner of this place? “Speaking of: I’ll go get you a drink!” He shoots you a quick smile and bolts off towards the back kitchen. A minute later coming back with the exact drink you wanted and a cup with ice. “How…” you wonder aloud. “Oh this? I’m friends the owner and his son. Used to come here almost every day after school to see my friend and get and a free ice pop from his dad.” Now that you're inknabout it, yeah, this place has been in business for as long as you’ve been there and from the looks of it it’s even older. You nod. “And this?” He holds up the drink you had your eye on from the cooler as he puts the cup down at the opposite bench from his at his table. “I saw you looking at it. Good choice. I’ve had to have tired every other flavor and drink here and that ones the best.” Your eyes fall to the two and a half empty bottles of it on his side of the table. God he’s really been sitting here for a while.

“I can see that.” You take a seat as he scoots the other bottles to the side. now you're suddenly wondering why he sat you by him. But you figure it's noting as you try to strike up a conversation. "You've been here for a while, I'm guessing." you gesture to the drink bottles piling up. and you hope he's not like that in his home life. he rubs the back of his head, acting like you've caught him red handed. But suddenly looking down, up, anywhere but your eyes that already seemed to drive him up a wall with how enchanting they were. "Yeah.... about that..." he laughs nervously, and you wonder if you've struck a sensitive spot. cause, with the way he's acting, seems like it. he shrugs nonsheluntly then raises his head. "Yeah, so my ex didn't show up when I asked them to meet me here. Not to tell you my entire life story or anything but… uh I was gonna stop waiting cause and hour with no call seems a little much to just be getting out your door late. You know I’ve never gotten stood up before. It’s kinda a weird feeling.” He tries to joke, and you can’t tall if he’s serious or not. But You nods, now understanding his situation. “Ans what made you…. Stay?” You ask. “I was disappointed at first, but now, I think it might’ve been the best. Cause hey, I got to see you.” He smiles, cheeks puffing and perfect lips curling until you start to smile too. “Yeah and meet me too.” You stand up a little and reach your hand over to him. “My names y/n”

after talking with him a little bit more, and him getting you another drink. In which you followed him with your eyes as he came and went. You feel comfortable enough to share more with him. “I sorta understand what you feel though.” You breathe, body feeling surprisingly relaxed when thought you just met the guy. But with the way he wrapped your attention to him and him only, you happily decided not to think of much else. “What? Your last relationship was a bust too?” “No, but, I understand how you feel with getting disappointed.” He looks you dead in the eyes, making heat creep up into your cheeks. “I hope you’re not disappointed now.” You smile, shaking your head with a firm no. “Far from it.” He muttered a “me too” under his breath, winded a little too much to get stronger words out. a bit later and you two are cleaning up the table from empty bottles. “…but yeah, kinda like what you said I keep wanting to do things. Experience things…. But random and very inconvenient road blocks keep popping up. Wrong place, wrong time. It’s starting to happen even with smaller things. It’s annoying honestly” you think back to not long ago today when your stupid shoes just had to have a problem when you were walking home. Yeonjun dusts off his hands and takes a deep breath. “Here’s my proposal: we both seem to have been at a standstill when it comes to these things. What if,… together, we seek out what happiness and all the things we’d both want in a relationship.” “What’s in it for me?” You ask. Thought barely even caring. You were already trying to make an excuse to spend more time with him. Seemed like an interesting guy who had some things to say you were actually interested in listening to.

he smiles again. Pulling up jazz hands next to his face. “Experience.” He jokes, beat later and he’s not serious “Also, we’d get to hang out.” You think for a moment. It didn’t sound like a bad idea. “So…. Like a date? Is that what you’re saying?” Getting to be close to someone like that, “it’s just…. a chance like his doesn’t happen all the time and I know this is a weird thing to ask but let’s get close, yeah?” you think for a moment. "get close" you've never heard it put like that. what the 'it' was you were even referring to you didn't know. but whatever he meant you didn't really care. cause here was something, right in front of your grasp, asking for you to come closer. no road blocks, noting keeping you further than you longed for. the both of you wanted someone to be close with. this was perfect, right?

that night you wonder what in the world you exactly meant by “experiences” or whatever else the fuck you told him. You knew what he was asking of you. You knew what you had agreed to barely any questions asked. And you don’t regret it, but a small part of you really wants to have talked about what exactly is on or off the table. But Yeonjune had just gotten out of a relationship. So did he really want to spend all his time with you doing vaguely couply or friendshipy things? Turns out he didn’t mind it in the least. In fact, the next day he calls you unexpectedly to go out to a cafe of your choosing. “We like the same drink. So I trust you with these things now.” You smile and though he can’t see you he hears it in your voice. “Wait why did you want us to go there?” “Well we’re going to because friends aren’t we? Both of us are seeking something without a road block and preferably a human companion and not an allergy. How else are we supposed to become close friends if we don’t spend any time together?” You say yes but, deep down you’re thinking about all the other terms for the two of you he could’ve used other than friends. Eh you figured this was where it was gonna go anyways. But it didn’t mean you didn’t want to spend time with him.

Yeonjun on the other hand was currently wallowing in self pity once you two got off the phone. He rocked back and forth with his knees to his chest. “Friends?” Really? Why did he have to be so blunt about it? People were starting to stare. God usually he wasn’t like this. Or… in a way maybe he kinda was. Beating and around the bush and shit.was that the right decision though? He’s just gotten out of a relationship and he aided in braking. Maybe being friends for a bit wouldn’t be so bad. The problem was, he didn’t know now if he could stay far enough away like friends do. Well and least the friends who actually are just that only.

You meet him at the place. Well, meet as in hes five minutes late. He stumbles in the place looking like he’s been awkward log enough to have hallucinations. But when he sees you the hardness on his face disappears. “I have something for you.” He says in a sing songy tone. Both his hands are in front of him. You look outside. “Where?” He looks genuinely offended as he pulls a small tube out his pocket. “A token of my appreciation for keeping me company.” Hopefully for a while longer, too. He thinks. You wait for him to open his palm to you.

“come and get it.”

you look around, thankfully he’s quiet enough so as to not draw all the attention towards the two of you. You grasp his tightly closed palm with two hands and start prying. Really? Did he really have to be so difficult? A moment later and you open the jaw like clamp that was his hands right before he could tease you about taking so long. “Glue?” “Yeah super glue” he puts infusus on the super part to make it seem better than it is. you made me do all of that? for glue? “Why are you—“ “it’s not even used! Still is the package!” “But it’s…. Glue.” He places it in your palm, closing your hand around it. “Glue that can be used to fix your shoe you wore yesterday.” He realized it was starting to need fixing? It was that obvious? He must see your wheels turning. “Get it now?” “Oh yeah, thanks.” Still surprised he even payed attention to that.

he walks you home that day and the both of you want to say more but you hold back, not wanting to go there just yet.

next time he calls you it isn’t just a five minute transaction of where the both of you wanted to go or if you were busy. He was originally just calling to see how you were doing but it turned into you saying you were hungry. Then him asking what you had in your fridge cause you needed to eat. Then you groaning “notiiiinnnnnggg” as your roles over onto your stomach on your bed. “Really?” He sounds worried through the other side of the phone. “Actually noting?” He was already grabbing his keys so he can run to the store to pick you up a basket full of whatever you wanted. “No, no. Not really. Just don’t have what I want.” Which then turned into an hour long debate of what brand and type of Raman was the best and lots of “how the fuck can you stand to eat that shit?” Laughing, and eventually the offer to go and get some right then and there. “It’s about dinner time anyways.” You reason, stepping over to where your clothes were.

"Itadakimasu!” He says as you take your first spoonful, not waiting to sit down.

and he's Looking way to cute for getting ramen. And later once you two sit down on a nearby park bench to enjoy the packaged goods, you tell him just that. “Aren’t you like, too cool for going to go get ramen from a convenience store?” “I like to dress well.” You stare blankly at him “my clothes or?” He asks. “Just you. Not just the nice clothes.” You’d be a hipacrate if you said it was weird to dress decently to be here. “I dunno, you just…. You have this- this was about you. How you conduct yourself, I mean, seems a little two high end for eating like this.” You didn’t know if you were on point or not, not knowing him for long would really do that to you. What he says next you’re not ready for, and really he doesn’t know if he is either. But he says it none the less. Wasting no time getting into his own head, a place he also wasn’t too ready to go into. “I’ll try to be more open with you, then.” He pulls at a stray string from his pants. Weirdly enough, he had accedentally matched you. And also weirdly enough you and all your “this is not a date” “this is not a date” jitters did not know what to do with that. You look up at him, body wanted to freeze but mind wanting noting more than to scoot closer to him in intrigue. “I know I’m—“ he started, placing the cardboard cup to his side and holding the ankle that was slung over his knee “I’m glad you think I’m cool and shit. But I need to understand that’s not everything to me. Sure,it’s a lot. Do you know how long it took me to pick out this outfit?” Yeonjun laughs. He looks at a loss for words.

“It’s not everything. Got it.” You nod, “and you’re not too cool for ramen.” He shakes his head with a smile. “I know we just met and what you said was probably a joke but, i never wanna come off as better than you. Or too good for something you’d like to do. Or anyone for that matter. Slap me if I do, please.” You realized something right then and there as each word came out of his mouth: he was telling th truth. And telling it to swine he hasn’t known for long. He wanted ti push himself out there. You realize that. But he also was careful not to only show one side. You felt honored.

you learn a lot of things about each other with your legs brushing against each there’s on wood bench that couldn’t be any less comfortable. But once you stoped focusing on it and starting on him. It was like you felt the clicks of mores code inside your head. Even though it was only you rocking back and forth in the squicky chair, it still felt like something bigger. You and him sitting here. Some sort of code telling you something. A subliminal message that bubbled under the surface. Words or a feeling cast into your mind without you realizing it. Something about all this telling you that his was right. He was right.

you learn that he likes fashion

That he’s the type to give his jacket to you when you’re cold. Cause he did. and no, you definitely didn't feel a jolt up your spine when he did that

you learned that oh yeah he’s definitely a fuckin flirt

that he doesn’t want to be viewed as some one dimension being. A robot, who only knows one thing and that’s how to save his face. He doesn’t want to be viewed as an airhead who should care about more things than he does. Cause it seems like he does care. Does think about a lot of things. And it sounds like he’s had the experiences to talk about it when he explains how He doesn’t wand people to look at him and only see him. Some guy and want to know all about him. He really wants people to try and get to know what makes up him on the inside too.

he learned a lot about you, too. listening intently whenever you spoke. like hat rain flavor you could eat until you died and what good smells and flavors you remember from childhood that whenever experienced again now, bring you back a hole flood of memories that feel like new

you learned, most importantly that you liked spending time with him a whole lot and he did too

“Ever feel like you want a moment to last forever?” He asks, looking deeper into your eyes than he has intended. Stupid back of his mind coming to the front. You look to both your sides as if there could be someone else he’s talking to. “Yeah that ramen in my mouth.” He scoots closer to you. Just want you wanted but couldn’t say. “Want me to take your picture?” You raise an eyebrow. "I mean, you do already have your camera out." he notes.

the next most memorable time you spend with him is at your place. you joke he looks like a wreck and he admits he hasn't gotten much sleep in the past couple days. he takes a look at himself in his phones camera. and then tries to smooth down his hair. "I really do look like it. I might have to stay here forever, I can't go back outside looking like this." and he actually looks desperate. you ponder for a moment, wondering what the hell you were going to do with him. "are you thinking about a way to help or how expensive it would be to keep me here?" he laughs. an idea pops into your head and you jump up to the bathroom. it wouldn't be so bad, he thinks, spending more time than he ever has with you. he's smiling jut thinking about it as you, unaware and running, come back to him with a razor and shaving cream. a blank look quickly shifts onto his face while you're sitting there across from him, most generic and lifeless smile on your face, blinking your eyes manically. he backs away like you're holding a weapon. (TECHNICALLY--)

"oh no, no no no no no-"

next thing he knows he's sitting on a chair with shaving cream on his face, trying not to shiver every time your hand comes closer. "Im telling you." you try to reason, "the only thing that's making you look like this is... this." you gesture to the lower part of his face. he humphs still. "as much as it'd be funny to see you in a handlebar mustache I think that's contributing to making you look like a zombie." "are you calling me pale?" he accuses, his neck shrinks back into him like a turtle. he doesn't know why he agreed to this. he does... though. he agreed cause you're you and he'd almost never say no. and as much as he'd like to lie to himself and cover it up, he wants you closer. physically, mentally, whatever you'd like. and maybe him saying he wants to do cute little friendshipy things together wasn't entirely true. he still wants to do these things, always has, but he wanted the both of you to view them as more than something small. he wanted them to go down in history in the both of your minds as the day you felt your hearts flutter and skip a beat and your mind spin in the best way possible.

"no, im calling you..." youre suddenly at a los for words on how to exactly describe him. "let me just do it." he grabs your arm to hold you back. and from then on the both of you are locked in the game he started. you try to force it out of his tight grasp but its no use. "let go!" you laugh, struggling, "you said youd let me do it!" you yell as he laughs. eventually he stops, letting go and letting you do your thing.

"does this even count as sorta friends seeking what we want from a relationship or friendship or whatever?" he turns around at your words, suddenly serious as you stop what you're doing to say that. "firstly, wow offended. sorta friends? I thought we were much more than that." you probably shouldn't hang on that sentence. but you do. more than sorta friends could just mean friends. all there could be to it. but since you have no idea, you choose to from now on think about it way too often and settle for the butterflies in your stomach. "also, were seeking happiness, right? we're smiling, aren't we?" he nods like: that sounds about right to me. you smile at him, his face going back to where you had him where you are facing his side.

"I think we make really good choices together." Yeonjun tells you, you’re heart nearly stomping at the sound of his voice, a smile creeping out your face as he nearly trips over a crack in the sidewalk as his words slur together. this was his idea, you remind yourself. "um nope. I didn't make the choice." but you did, he suggested it and you went with him without thinking twice. you reach down to fix your god forsaken shoes again and look to the left to see the same eatery you'd met him at. "I thought it'd be cute." he sulks, not wanted to stop talking there. but I ended up letting us get like this cause I was scared. I wanted us to have fun, he thinks, walk down "memory lane." take you to where we first met and where I think I started believing in forever. and he fears he's messing things up, again.

"oh." you say under your breath. and he just smiles as if he didn't just tell you a whole lot more than what you were expecting. but you just act like you didn't hear it. "Why'd you want to do something cute?" you ask him, your arms around each other shoulders feeling heaver now. "because you deserve it." and he wanted you to see him in a different light, not just the freind he though you only saw him as. but hey, now with the both of you half asleep and stumbling, a fresh new light is deffintitly what you're seeing of each other. just, not the one he had wanted. "aw, you deserve it to."

you both had agreed to "sober up" at your place before he went home. somehow that had turned into you laying down, head on his stomach and him drawing random shapes onto your collar bone. "sober up", meaning drink some coffee or anything to get your energy back up and try not to go to sleep just yet. He'd gotten entirely too tired entirely too fast and here he was paying for it. Not being able to talk to you as much as he had wanted. He felt kinda stupid, letting himself get that way just because he had no idea what to say. Or even if this was a good time.

Somehow that had turned into you laying in between his legs on your tummy and him staring entirely too long at your lips. his eyes half shut, he looks at the clock on his phone and stretches. "leaving already?" you sensed just what he was thinking. "I don't know if I should stay." it comes out more of a question than he had originally intended. maybe you were too willing, looking for someone like him, even. but this was how you just were: falling quickly, hard, and frequently. but when he touched you, it felt so real and grounding that you knew you weren't going to go anywhere. its only fair for him to match and stay here too, right?

"well," you inched closer, higher up on him, tiredness taking over and clouding your mind, "you should. at least a little longer." "a little as in five minutes or...." he's asking to tease now, really. he knows you wouldn't mind however long he's planning on staying. you roll your eyes at him. "god, what am I gonna do with you?" you laugh. you're about to look away, shift away, when Yeonjuns eyes catch yours, making you linger on his face for another minute. "whatever you'd like." the words come out of his lips almost too perfectly for you to focus anymore. suddenly this was getting real and the shock of it made you want to say something about it. or at least do something-- agree somehow? you weren't sure. "I mean, Im so tired. what are we--" his hand is on top of yours now. and this time the only thing your mind can think of is to lace your fingers with his. the scene was kinda funny; him looking at his hand like he was in awe while you stared at his jawline and realized it really can't go on like this. with the both of you longingly staring at the other and barely controlling yourselves. heart fluttering a little too much for staying just friends. but really, you reason, were you ever?

your elbows are both propped up on your mattress. he looks back at you, eyes shining more than before and you chuckle. "bro, are you blushing?" he looks at your interlocked hands and then back at your smiling features. as much as he'd like to linger on it and memorize this new smile you have, one he's never quite seen before, he also wants to make it even bigger. "Dude," he nearly whines, long and drawn out, "did you call me bro while we're holding hands?" and it worked, you're smile is a 3x bigger now. but what he didn't expect was to get the sudden urge to kiss you. at least not right now.

as his brain was short circuiting just thinking abut it, you're sitting up, hands still wound tightly together like someone had taken ribbon and tied it to the both of you. he comes up with you, your head finding its perfect place in the crook of his neck. and a second later, with him right above you like this... you're thinking of kissing him too. you also feel like going to sleep right here right now. your face unwashed and pjs not on. "we just gonna stay like this?" "I wouldn't mind. you?" he cranes his neck towards you. "someones gonna have to--" he leads you by the hand closer to him. if that was even possible. now you're more face to face. and when he leans back a little you follow. half sitting he brings a pointer finger to hook gently under your chin, sighlently asking if he could bring you closer. you nod and his lips are on yours in an instant.

now his free hand is traveling up and down your torso as he deepens the kiss. his lips are soft, plush, and warm and way too fucking comforting. your other hand is fidiling with the hair at the nape of his neck, forearm on his shoulder and wrist crooked as his arm circles your waist, brining you impossibly closer to him. it felt like the hole world was right in front of you. and his hand held the keys to you feeling extrdenary, to your heart opening and letting him in. you finally pull away, but only because of the need for air. if it was up to you you'd be staying in his arms, lips pressed together his pure bliss for all eternity. "...Turn off the lights." you finish. he starts to move away from you and your eyes widen. "that wasn't an invitation to leave." you say. and his hand stays laced with yours the whole time he gets up to turn off the lights. he strains and the tips of your fingers were the only thing that could stay together but it was still sweet.

he climbs in bed next to you again, resuming his previous position. and pulls out his phone to switch on a dull flashlight, putting it in a space where you two aren't blinded but can still see. you look at him like: why? "wanted to see you." he says simply. you start to wonder why but he's a step ahead of you, leaning in to show you why. the hand that was on your waist before is grasping the side of your face gently as the two of you lay further down. his eyes are closed but fuck, all he sees is you. all he feels is you. and all he's thinking about is you. no worries about what he's gonna say or how it'll come out. somehow, you've opened the flood gates of his emotions in a way he doesn't think he's ever felt before. he starts peppering kisses along your jaw, neck, cheeks, then eventually when he's had his fill he moves back to your lips. And now with your lips in sync and closeness heating the both of you up to where all you needed and wanted in that moment was each other, everything that you two could think about was how right this feels.

the next morning and he's you wake up with limbs tangled together and him behind you, breathing tickling your neck. But once he wakes up and the worries are back, he shoots up, no longer feeling dangerous and free. His head is started to pound from thinking about this. about you, about the both of you and what happened last night. what was he going to do? he collects his phone from your extra charger you plugged into the wall for him at what had to have been early morning. when all he could think about was how you felt next to him and how he never wanted to leave.

"Where you going?"

he doest even want to turn around. he barely even recognizes what he's doing. he doesn't even want to.

Now you're actually starting to get worried. had the both of you moved too fast too soon? was letting yourselves go the night before even a good idea? you were starting to dought the both of your decisions. god, you don't know what you'd do if this actually affected him as much as it seems like it did. maybe you should've thought through answering him with a yes when he asked if he could stay. or at least put some difference between he two of you! and besides, what did this even mean? were you two just going to go back toeing friends who look at each other for too long and replay that night over and over in your heads? or did this mean he just needed a moment to collect himself? cause you knew what you wanted, alway have. but for some reason he seemed always in the dark about ti. like he was caught between two different lives.

but you hated the way he was on the fence. you wanted to shout at him to hurry up and pick one. it'd been a while since you've started this bizzar relationship anyways. so why was he making eyes at you, being this close, and now kissing you apparently, and then not saying what that means to him or how he wanted to proceed?

you're following him through your place now. "I was just starting to like this." you liked how firm it felt. how definite it all was. and you thought he felt that too. but now he's finally turning around before your door. and backtracking towards you. he steals one last surprisingly sweet kiss before he leaves and mumbles angainst your lips, "me too. im sorry... just, give me a bit of time?" you still don't fully understand, and maybe thats ok. but you do understand that you need to give him a minute. leave him be for a little until he comes to you. and you can respect at least that.

a day of thinking later and he's reaching for his phone. sticker you'd picked out together from one of your little outings still holding onto his phone case. they looked so cheep you were sure it'd fall off in a day or two. hm, he should probably update you, right? but more than that, he misses talking to you. or, at least sending a good morning and good night text on the both of your ends. he wants to sulk. he really does. but he knows that won't be doing either of you or the current state of your relationship any good.

but...

he doesn't know how to put it to you so should he just not? but its... you. and suddenly, for what felt like the first time in ages, he didn't want to mess around with these things and drag his feet and whatever else he's done in the past that feels like a lifetime ago ever since seeing your face. he's falling. and falling hard. he actually admits how deeply he is into you this time. you've gotten each other into the palm of the others inviting hand. he doesn't feel-- no, he can't, mess around this time. you've made him realize that these types of things are way to important. you're way to important to take so long with. You've captivated him. as he has you. Took each other into your arms and held with such a force that didn't suffocate nor shatter but instead, made you both feel comforted and warm

he picks up his phone to call you, smiling. yeah, he knew exactly what he ws going to say.

after calling you to see if you’re home to talk, and knowing word for word what he wants to tell you about what he feels, sparkling eyes show up at your door in record time and this time the exact shoes you were wearing the day you two had met behind his back to replace the broken pair.

~End~

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Danganronpa V3: Despair's Last Legs. Chapter 1, Day 1

Kaede let out a long sigh as she rose from her slumber, she looked around her room and confirmed that what happened yesterday was, in fact not just a bad dream born from staying up too late practising for a concert.

DING DONG BING BONG

The Warriors of Hope appeared on the monitor in her room, sitting together on a couch.

“Hey, you bastards! It’s 8 AM now! Get up and go get breakfast or our Exisals will rip you to shreds!” Masaru yelled.

“There’s no actual rule against not eating, but did you know that not eating for weeks on end has many weight loss benefits?” Kotoko turned her head.

Masaru pouted. “No fair, you’re not meant to tell them when I’m being blatantly wrong,”

“We literally are,” Nagisa deadpanned. “Please ignore most of what Masaru says, everyone,”

“Hey-”

“Have a good day everyone!” Monaca smiled into the camera, a complete lack of light in her soulless, green eyes.

“Uh, yeah right!” Masaru gave a thumbs up. “Get killing soon!”

The monitor shut off.

Kaede looked both frustrated and confused at the Teacher’s antics… any further thoughts were interrupted by her stomach grumbling. She decided to head down to the Dining Hall.

Kaede didn’t encounter anyone her way there, as it turns out literally everyone had the same idea to head to the Dining Hall at the same time.

Most of the people were calmly eating, some were doing other things though: Angie was praying, Tenko was fawning over Himiko’s existence, Kokichi was talking to (bullying) Keebo in a corner. Everyone seemed to have something to do!

“Kaede, you’re finally here!” Kaito smiled widely as the Pianist looked around.

Kaede chuckled. “Well, I kinda have to eat, y’know?”

“I know that, but that means that everyone’s in the Dining Hall now,”

“Ah, yeah,” Shuichi spoke up as he walked next to Kaede. “I uh… only just noticed that,”

“Only now?” Kokichi turned his head curiously. “For the Ultimate Detective you sure aren’t very observant,”

“A-Ah, sorry…”

“Kokichi!” Kaede scolded. “Shuichi you don’t need to apologise,”

Kirumi sighed. “Please behave yourself, Oma,”

“Ooooooo, you’re calling me by my last name! That means you hate me!” Kokichi suddenly began to violently cry. “WAHHHHHHHHHHH, KIRUMI HATES ME!”

Everyone ignored the Supreme Leader as he basically instantly stopped crying.

“So, now that everyone’s here, I guess we can discuss the events from yesterday,” Rantaro said, a calm smile still on his face as he put his hands on the table in front of him.

“Yes, yes!” Angie smiled widely. “There’s much to discuss!”

“Nyehhhh… talking is a pain…” Himiko complained.

Tenko patted the witch on the shoulders. “Don’t worry Himiko, just wh-whisper in my ears and I’ll tell them what you wanna say!” She drooled a little, which Himiko noticed and seemed to be just a bit uncomfortable about.

“What’s there to talk about? We already know none of us are gonna fall for this Killing Game shit,” Kaito said.

“Oh, I wouldn’t be so sure…” Kokichi smirked. “I mean, we’re all pretty on edge, aren’t we?”

“Well-” Tsumugi mumbled.

“What are you getting at, Kokichi?” Kirumi quirked an eyebrow.

Kokichi’s face went back to that of a child’s. “Getting at? I’m not getting at anything, just stating what’s obvious,”

The Dining Hall quickly fell silent.

“He’s got a point,” Ryoma broke the silence. “It’s not like we know each other very well, I personally don’t got much out there to kill for, but if someone else here does then…” The former Tennis Pro trailed off.

“Then what?” Kaede interrupted. “Are we all just gonna give up and kill each other, because some stupid bear told us to?”

The group stared at Kaede most looked confused, while a few looked at the woman with admiration.

“Ugh… I’m not great at speeches, admittedly, if it were up to me I’d be playing an inspiring song for us all. March of the Valkyries would do wonders for all of our spirits!” Kaede proudly declared. “But besides that, fragmenting off, and letting ourselves start to mistrust each other is only going to lead to us doing what Monokuma wants!”

“I guess that’s plain to see…” Tsumugi mumbled.

“Took the words right outta my mouth,” Kaito chuckled.

“No she didn’t,” Maki chided the Astronaut, who sweated and chuckled uncomfortably in response. “Still, I guess it did instill a bit of hope in me…”

“Weeelll, I guess it’s better to work together… for now, nishishi!” Kokichi chuckled.

“I agree, and so does Himiko!” Tenko shouted.

“I didn’t even say anything, but I guess so…”

“Nyahahaha, what a divine hope that has filled us,” Angie held her hands together in prayer. “I wish for Atua’s luck to rain upon all of us!”

“I guess you gotta make up for that flat chest somehow…” Miu mumbled, Kaede elected to take that as a compliment.

“Gonta do his best to help us escape!”

Rantaro walked up to the Pianist with the same calm smile still on his face. “For someone who’s said they aren’t good at speeches, you’ve sure managed to rile us up,”

Kaede smiled. “I’m glad, we need to work together to escape this place,”

“Th-That’s right!” Shuichi adjusted his hat to look Kaede in the eyes. “We’ll need to find something soon,”

“That’s right, Shuichi,” Kaede nodded. “I can feel everyone’s heart beating together as one, as long as we work together, we’ll have no problem getting out of this Killing Game!”

“Ah… cooperation, the thing that’s let humanity survive this long…” Korekiyo whispered. “So beautiful!”

“You have a distinctly creepy way of saying it, but I like your attitude!” Kaede smiled, Korekiyo probably did too under that mask.

“Kehehe, I’m glad to be apart of this cooperation, it’ll be so interesting to watch…”

“I’ll do my best to help!” Keebo declared.

Kokichi looked at his hand. “And it’ll still not be enough,”

“Hey!”

Kaede shook away the urge to scold Kokichi, and cleared her throat. “Well, if no one has any objections, then I guess we’ll start working on-”

“I have one,” Maki said, menacing yet monotone as ever. “We have no starting point,”

“A-Ah, well-”

“Actually Gonta think he find something that could be exit,” The large man spoke up. “Gonta go to back of school last night looking for bugs, but only find manhole cover instead. Maybe it’s way out?”

“That’s… actually very smart of you Gonta!” Tsumugi smiled.

Kaede smiled. “Yeah Gonta, we should head there. It’s our best bet for escaping this place!”

“Aww, it nothing everyperson, Gonta just being gentleman!”

“It would’ve been gentlemanly to mention it beforehand,” Maki muttered under her breath.

Kokichi gave Maki a quick smirk and then turned his head to Gonta. “It is kinda weird that you didn’t mention it before, but that sounds like a super fun idea!”

“Well, what are we waitin’ for?” Kaito clapped his hands. “Let’s get going!”

And so all sixteen students headed out into the courtyard, and towards the back of the school into a small, open area.

Gonta lead the students to the middle, and showed them the manhole cover.

“Here it is, now how do we open it?” Kaede looked deep in thought.

“Ooooo, Kee-boy should use a super robo rocket kick or something to kick it open!” Kokichi went wide eyed at the robot.

“He can do that?” Tsumugi looked equally fangirly.

Keebo shrugged awkwardly. “Actually… I don’t have that function, Professor Ibadashi only gave me the strength of an above average elderly person,”

“Really?” Kokichi looked dissappointed. “Keebo, why are you always so lame?”

“I’ll have you know that I have studied over 100 years worth of entertainment! It’s scientifically impossible for me to be lame!”

It would’ve probably been easier to just… watch any TV Show, or movie, or… anything.

Ignoring those thoughts, Kaede continued to ponder at the Manhole cover until.

“Up you go!” Gonta said casually as he lifted the 200 pound manhole cover, holding it between two fingers like a frisbee.

“Jeez, that’s some strength you got there, big guy!” Kaito chuckled.

“Thanks Kaito!”

“Where do you plan to put that, Gonta?” Kirumi asked.

Gonta shrugged. “Gonta put it over there,” He said as he tossed the easily 100 kilogram metal frisbee at a wall, it flew a good 10 metres before it hit the floor.

“Grrr… degenerate males always being so careless!” Tenko complained.

“Gonta, please be more careful with that sort of thing,”

Gonta looked down sadly. “Gonta sorry,”

“Don’t worry about it for now!” Kaede patted the big guy on the back. “Let’s head down this manhole cover, check for an exit!”

“Yes ma’am!” Kokichi sarcastically saluted as he climbed down, the rest of the gang quickly followed suit.

The manhole led to a pretty dreary room, cramped and nearly featureless except for a large tunnel at one end, and a sign pointing to it that said

EXIT

“Well that’s convenient,” Kokichi chuckled.

“Almost a little too convenient,” Ryoma said.

Maki, ever the pessimist chimed in too. “Yeah, it’s a wonder that Monokuma hasn’t interrupted us yet, this seems to easy,”

“Are you saying that this is a trap?” Kirumi asked.

“Kehehe, it would be quite malicious of our captors,” Korekiyo whispered. “Get our hopes up to maximise our despair,”

“Hey,” Kaede called out. “Don’t let Monokuma get to you, I’m sure we found this on our own. We’re gonna use this to get out of here, and then… I think we should all remain friends,”

“Friends…?” Maki quirked an eyebrow.

“Well, yeah; we don’t know each other very well, but we’ve been through a lot together,” Kaede smiled brightly. “So I think when we get out of here, we should all be friends!”

“Nyahaha, what a divine idea Kaede!” Angie somehow beamed brighter than the Pianist. “And then you can give me that pint of your blood once your anemia clears up!”

“Um… that’s not how anemia works,” Tsumugi said.

Kaito spoke up. “That sounds like a great idea, Kaede, now gimme a hug!”

“Wha?”

“What, we’re friends,” Kaito chuckled uncomfortably.

“Classic degenerate male,” Tenko made a weird face, the offense/confusion one again. “Trying to get a woman to press her breasts up to you,”

“Wh-Wha no, it’s not like that at all!” Kaito waved his hands around.

“You say that like you were thinking about it…” Himiko mumbled.

“Wha-Wha-What? N-No, it’s not like that at all!” Tenko waved her hands around in the exact same manner as Kaito.

Shuichi tapped Kaede on the shoulder, the Pianist turned around to look at her friend.

“I like the idea of staying friends once this is over,”

“Thanks Shuichi, that’s why I came up with it!” Kaede smiled.

Tsumugi walked near the Pianist too. “I’d also wanna be your friend, by the way… if you want that,”

“Of course, everyone means everyone!”

“Well, I guess that settles it,” Kirumi said. “We should head in,”

“We’ll have each other’s backs!” Kaede declared brightly.

“I’ll do my best!” Keebo smiled.

Kokichi smiled back. “This is the only time I actually believe that!”

“I could totally invent a way outta this, but taking the scenic route’s prolly more fun or some shit,” Miu shrugged.

“Hopefully this works,” Rantaro said.

That was that, the sixteen Ultimate students entered the tunnel into the Death Road of Despair together as a unit.

…

If only they knew the tragedy that would befall them next.

The Death Road of Despair was a distinctly painful, cruel trap designed to wear down the hope of the Ultimate students.

The weakest members had to leave first, covered in scratches, scrapes and bruises, and already tired from the traps that lay within.

The stronger students soon fell one by one, passing out from sheer exhaustion and pain from the tunnel, but worst of all was the fact that no matter how far they went; they still felt no closer to an exit, no indication of progress. It was torture.

Kaede felt herself pass out…

…

“Ugh… wh-what happened?” Kaede mumbled as she woke from her slumber, limbs still sore from her attempted escape, she looked around the room.

Each and every student, once bright eyed and confident were sitting around in utter despair and exhaustion: wincing, stumbling, and on the verge of tears.

“Oh h-hey, you finally woke up,” Shuichi mumbled as he wearily helped Kaede to her feet.

“Wh-What happened?”

“Your plan failed, that’s what happened,” Maki said.

“Or perhaps we’ve fallen into Monokuma’s trap… get our hopes up about an exit, and then…” Korekiyo chuckled.

“How… horrible,” Tsumugi groaned as she laid down on the floor.

“B-B-Bingo!” The group heard the grating voice of the bear as it appeared in front of them, alongside the Warriors of Hope.

“You totally fell for our totally awesome trap!” Masaru shouted.

“Too many totallies,” Kotoko criticised. “But yeah, this entire thing was a trap,”

“I made the traps, if you need another reason to hate me…” Jataro smiled.

“I was surprised you feel for this stuff,” Nagisa chided. “I expected more of them,”

“As did I, puhuhu,” Monokuma laughed before he and his teachers left the room.

“Th-This whole escape route was a trap?” Kaede mumbled.

“Gonta get tricked?”

Kokichi stood up with a surprising amount of energy. “It’d make sense, the people running this game wouldn’t let us just end the fun so easily?”

“What are you *khh* getting at you degenerate?” Tenko shouted as she winced.

“Nyehhh… pain… agony, even…”

“Don’t worry Himiko! I’ll get you healed up soon!”

“Mwehh…”

“Nyahahaha, I am in untold agony!” Angie said, still somehow smiling.

Kaede’s knees buckled a little as she stood up. “C-C’mon guys, we need to try again soon. We can’t-”

“Didn’t you heard Monokuma? That thing’s a trap,” Kokichi turned his head. “And you completely and utterly fell for it,”

“K-Kokichi…” Shuichi mumbled, extremely out of breath.

“I’m right, aren’t I?” Kokichi let out a breathy chuckle. “If you wanna go in there, you can go ahead, but you can’t force the rest of us to go along!”

“H-Huh?”

“I agree, I’m gonna be going to my dorm,” Maki sighed. “Thanks for wasting my time, Kaede,”

“I wanna take a nap, Tenko carry me…”

“Kyah! Of course Himiko!” Tenko beamed.

“Count me out,” Ryoma said.

“If everyone else is leaving then I shall too, sorry Kaede,” Kirumi made a small bow.

Kaito looked around the room, tired anger clear on his face. “You’re all giving up that easily?”

“You call it whatever you want, we are not going through that again,” Maki said, conviction clear in her voice.

“I-I need my beauty sleep anyway, so I don’t end up lookin’ as bad as Cowtits,” Miu weakly laughed.

Kaede’s fists clenched in anger, she wanted to say something back but… let it go, she let out a frustrated sigh as one by one the majority of the students left the area. The only remaining students within the room were Kaede, Shuichi, Kaito, Tsumugi, Rantaro and Gonta.

“Cowards…” Kaito mumbled under his breath.

“Gonta sorry for leading everyone to dead end…” The large man looked down like a child being scolded, poor guy.

“I-It’s nothing, d-don’t worry,” Kaede mumbled.

Tsumugi patted Kaede on the back, equally as tired as her. “D-Don’t beat yourself up Kaede, it’s plain to see that you tried your best,”

“Yeah,” Rantaro nodded calmly. “Only a couple of them are mad at you, most are just mad that the escape didn’t work,”

“Doesn’t make it right to take it out on Kaede!” Kaito shouted.

“Y-Yeah, sorry about what everyone said, Kaede,”

“Y-You don’t have to apologise, I messed up by getting everyone’s hopes up…”

“Don’t say that, man,” Kaito patted the Pianist on the back. “You were only doing what you thought was good for the group, there’s no shame in that,”

Kaede looked up at the man and smiled. “Thanks…”

“You’re welcome,” Kaito said as he yawned. “We should probably all hit the hay now, we’ll work together better if we’re well rested,”

“Gonta agree!”

“I’m just plain exhausted,” Tsumugi sighed. “Gonta, can you carry me?”

“Gonta is glad to!” He smiled as he picked up the woman and climbed up the ladder.

The rest of the group climb out of the room, Kaede looked up into the night sky, pitch black and filled with pretty stars.

“Jeez, I kept you guys down there for pretty long, huh?” Kaede said as she turned to Shuichi, who she was leaning on for support. “Thanks for helping me up by the way, you’re pretty handy when it counts, Shuichi,”

“A-Ah, it’s nothing Kaede,” Shuichi sighed.

“Shuichi, it’s really helpful of you,” The woman chuckled. “Don’t discount yourself, okay?”

“I-I’m sorry,”

“And don’t apologise for stuff that isn’t your fault either, ugh,” Kaede rolled her eyes as she was lead back to her dorms.

Kaede collapsed onto her bed the instant she entered the room, not even bothering to lock the door.

Tomorrow was another day.

#danganronpa v3 #danganronpa #kaede akamatsu #tsumugi shirogane #shuichi saihara #warriors of hope #monaca towa #kotoko utsugi #danganronpa fanfiction #danganronpa au #kaemugi

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drysdalehansenswhore · 11 months ago

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Oh gosh, never in my life I thought i'd do something like that but unfortunately we're surrounded by immature and ignorant people in this world and some of them better seek therapy.

*big sigh* let's begin!

You Captdelusional and your minions are so damn ridiculous words can't even explain. The way I'm feeling second hand embarrassement. Can't believe you made a whole post "are you still a CE fan" and captioned it "that's what you got when you do PR instead of acting classes" that's so sad because you're a grown woman and act like a 10 years old and I'm being generous here.

Not to mention how you and your minions think tumblr is the only platform ever where he has fans 🤣🤣🤣 and the way you're so proud of yourself for obtaining only 220 replies as if it makes a whole fandom when it's not even half of it, but guess math is not your thing either. Careful, ignorance is showing 👀 and btw, somone who gets called "best part of the movie" by the gp and got preached by one of the best directors in the industry for his performances and people literally regret his departure from a franchise does not need "acting classes" (unless you're referring to someone else I won't name) I get that you're hurt but at least avoid saying bs for your sake. But since you act like a kid and put your fave on a pedestal , I'll do the same and reveal you that me and a good chunk of people prefer his acting over your fave which is always the same thing, kinda annoying yk? To get hooked on a character, we need truthfulness, spontaneity. Not repeating the script as it is. It just shows to me that "fans" like you can't recognize talent and it makes me laugh that you even dare to judge. Poor clown.

To each their own, ig? Anyway, sorry to break it to you and your other delusional minions but that A lister and I repeat A lister as you probably think actors come down of their position when they do sth that you don't like 😭 still has million of fans all over the platforms: X, tiktok, ig, reddit, tumblr, you name it but of course for y'all with a very low IQ only tumblr and IG exist. How ironic.

You know what else is so funny and ridiculous at the same time? before he ended up in this "pr" as you call it (which we don't know the reason and you act all almighty bec you think you have contacts in the industry but you don't even know that Hollywood force celebs to do worse things than PRs like parties with p*dophiles where your fave willing or unwilling participate in. or you think he's a saint 😇 lmao) you were all drooling over him like sl*ts. Immaturity showing big time. Clowns.

And btw, funny how you muted replies and reblogs so that no one could call you out, too bad I found a way... Finally, y'all need to stop infantalize grown up woman who can pay bills and make decisions for herselves like to have a family with grown up men who don't even care about your opinions. Wake up kids, it's 2024 and you still can't distinguish an adult woman from a kid. What now, looks? now bec someone is blessed with youthful looks can't get married bec she will always look like a "kid"? oh please, y'all need therapy and you need it asap! "child bride" you know there actual child brides (unfortunately) or your very low IQ can't get you think about it ? 🤔 stop calling "child brides" literally adults, that's disgusting and makes you a low person and a disgusting cr*ep.

GROW TF UP! At your age you should focus on work, family and your partner, if you even have one but I doubt it because with people like you no one would ever want to spend a dime on. Let alone be with you. And before you wonder, I'm no team this nor team that, I'm just patiently waiting for it to end but immature and delusional people like you showing up on my dashboard makes it all difficult.

#can't believe I'm doing this #IQ of a child #idgaf about that woman but y'all need therapy #embarassing #🤡 behavior #y'all need therapy #A lister #Chris Evans #chris evans pr #pr shitshow #queueanon #captregina

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thin-line-between-us · 10 months ago

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Morals

Alexis Drazen x Reader

Word count: 2924

Pt. 2 of what is now definitely turning into a series

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I sat up startled in bed, panting and covered in a light sheen of sweat, he died. I could’ve sworn that that felt real and he died in my living room. The early morning sun shone right at my eyes and I hurried into the room, finding not one trace of the man I had left sleeping on my couch last night. Did I dream the whole thing? No, the folded up bedding was still on the armchair where I had left it. Did he leave? Maybe. Only after my thoughts had stopped running at the speed of light did I notice the smell, that delicious mouth watering smell of coffee and eggs. Turning around I saw the delicious looking food and a small folded paper with a simple thank you. I guess he had left, but the food was getting cold and I was hungry so I sat and enjoyed every bite of it letting out shameless sounds at how good it tasted.

“Usually I get those sounds from women in the bedroom, but the kitchen works for me too” I choked on the piece of deliciousness in my mouth at the sudden intrusion of what I thought was a private moment. Catching my breath and trying to control the blush on my face from his comment I finally manage to croak out “Where were you? I thought you were gone since you scrubbed the place clean.” He leaned on the wall with a cup of coffee in hand “I was on your balcony, it’s warm outside, needed the fresh air” he replied nonchalant as if he wasn’t on the verge of death less than 12 hours ago, his face was less ghastly now and the shirt had loosened around his shoulder getting stretched out over night. “But that’s in my bedroom… Didn’t I tell you specifically to not go into my bedroom?!” I tried to stifle a laugh since I really didn’t like my personal space invaded. “You drool when you sleep” he smiled as he looked away, probably picturing the ridiculous scene he sneaked past to get to the small balcony with one chair and a pot of flowers desperately begging to be watered. “And that’s exactly why you stay out!” I felt bad wasting such perfect food but I flicked a piece in his direction hoping to hit him in his distracted phase.

He caught it. It was a good shot going straight for his cheek and he was not looking, but somehow his hand had quickly caught the small piece of seasoned egg before it could make contact and threw it in his mouth. “See now I’m pretty sure you’re either a russian spy or a ninja” my speculations got his attention for a solid second before he chuckled and shook his head at my ludicrous accusations. “I’m Serbian, actually” it was my turn to tilt my head with a perplexed expression “Okay, Serbian spy or ninja?” I was still trying to crack through his defenses but it didn’t seem to be working as he simply sat down on a chair next to me fiddling with his half finished cup of coffee. Behind all my jokes was still amazement at his skills. I was a light sleeper so knowing he managed to get into my room without waking me was a tad concerning, but I chose to focus back on my meal.

Before I knew it I was all out of food and the silence got heavy with unanswered questions once again. “So… how long you planning on staying on my couch? Not that I mind the company, wouldn’t want you running into crazy stabbing lady and have to save your ass again” I felt the awkwardness radiating off of myself. I didn’t know why but I didn’t want him to leave, his presence made the morning a little better even if our meeting was a little sketchy. “As long as you let me? I made some calls this morning and it seems I’m out of a job and out of a home, my father always said that I would get in trouble with women” he half smiled before bringing his eyes up to mine “he was right” something in his eyes portrayed sadness. Once again I let the instinct to make people feel better take over and pulled him in for a hug before thinking about what I was doing. He stiffened and his hands ghosted over my back telling me to let go but right before I could his arms tightened around me in a way that knocked the breath out of me and his head dipped down to rest on my shoulder. We held on for what seemed like forever but when his grip loosened it still felt too soon. “I really did want to thank you, no one has looked out for me like you did in a long time” he said as he picked up the now empty dishes and brought them to the sink turning his back to me. It gave me a moment to recover from the sinking feeling that the loss of contact and his words had caused to stir up deep inside me. “Hey if the food is always this good I might have to keep you, a stay at home Alexis? Feels right” I tried laughing it off until he peeked over his shoulder as if to tell me that he knew what was going through my head.

I sat and watched him wash up for a moment before a god awful yawn escaped me and told me that that was not enough sleep, “I think I can permit you in my bedroom this once but on one condition” his eyebrow quirked at my dramatics “I get to pick the movies and you keep those” I point very closely to his hands “you keep them to yourself, personal space and all. Deal?” I extend a hand for him to shake as he’s wiping his on a towel. “I’m not supposed to touch you but you seem to want to touch me” he looks at my extended hand with a smirk on his face “deal” he shakes my extended hand before I can take it away from him. Next thing you know I’m searching through my extensive DVD collection for the one movie I had in mind “Ah! Found it! I knew I had it. What do you think?” I held out the case for him to look at and hopefully approve, even if the deal was that I get to pick the movie I didn’t want him to be bored.

“License to kill? Haven’t watched it, I never really had the time before” he leaned back into the ridiculous amount of pillows on my bed looking around himself and touching the different fabrics before squeezing one. “Oh I think you’ll love it, you radiate James Bond with all your sneaking around and superhuman reflexes. I can see you in a suit with a gun already” I ramble as I put in the CD and press play before settling in under the covers knowing I might fall asleep due to my constant lack of sleep. The silence lasted a few seconds and the movie began.

I realized how right I was about being tired when I opened my eyes and found that the sun had begun to set. What I didn’t expect was to find half my body on top of the gorgeous man in my bed. I took a minute to admire his features before carefully starting my escape from my own bed “For someone who likes her personal, you seem to really enjoy mine too” I scrunch my face finally sitting up fully to look at the slightly disheveled man, “I was just resting my eyes, don’t worry you didn’t wake me” I swore at that moment he had read my mind. “I wasn’t- I didn’t mean to- You need a shower” I got up before I tried to deny what I obviously did do again. “Is that your way of telling me I stink?” he had raised himself slightly now resting on his elbows and tilted his head. Adorable, I thought and just as quickly proceeded to scold myself for not staying focused. “No, just that you still have a giant wound on your body and it needs regular cleaning to prevent infection. I thought you’d know that but I guess dumb blonde comes in male form too, now go, there’s a clean towel in the bathroom and I’ll find you something new to wear” I promptly turned to walk to my closet and started looking for a fresh set of clothes.

A sudden knock at my front door had all my thoughts instantly out of my head. Alexis was already in the shower and I was still wondering who would be here at this time, but the nagging feeling that I had forgotten something was growing stronger with every step towards the sound. I didn’t even hear the absence of running water as I swung the door open to find Mark, flowers in hand and dressed for what was supposed to be our first date. I did forget something, not like I was preoccupied at all. “Shoot, hi if you could give me a couple of minutes I’ll be ready” I rubbed my temple, moving to the side and letting him walk over to the couch. He just nodded, placing the flowers in an empty vase on my coffee table before sitting down. Realization finally set in as I looked down at my wrinkled sleep shirt and shorts and after shooting Mark a smile I quickly retreated to the bathroom. In there I found a mostly naked and very confused looking Alexei. “Who-” I abruptly placed my hand over his mouth not wanting to make the whole thing more awkward for Mark than it already was, “Keep it down and stay here for now, I’ll be back in a couple of hours at most. I have a date that I completely forgot about thanks to you mister” I whispered an explanation and moved onto washing up myself trying to keep my eyes off the looming figure next to me.

Letting my hair down and slapping on the best makeup I could in a rush did a lot to improve my sleepy appearance. I could feel a pair of blue eyes boring into me the whole time and he seemed to take the quiet part seriously as he didn’t say a word the whole time, gently resting against the counter with a smirk on his face. I passed him a fresh bandage before turning to leave. I paused for a moment to take in the image of Alexis in nothing but a towel and wondered how bad it would sound if I canceled now at the last moment. I couldn’t, I wouldn’t have a good reason and worst case scenario he suggests staying in, leaving Alexis stranded in the bathroom even longer. Snapping myself back to reality was hard and obviously the blonde before me had noticed, shaking his head with a full smile on his face now. I finally stepped out of the bathroom and into my bedroom, grabbing the first clean and wrinkle free dress I could find and slipping it on. A pair of strappy heels and some accessories later I was ready to go and it had only taken me about 20 minutes. The click of my heels had Mark’s head spinning towards me and a soft wow left his mouth. “You look amazing. Ready to go? Our reservation was for…” he took a moment to look at his watch “10 minutes ago, but I called to tell them we’ll be late” his smile was dazzling and not one feature on his face was off which made sense considering every person at work had swooned over Mark at one point or another.

“I need another moment, would you mind waiting downstairs?” I stepped closer and played with the loose collar of his button up to hopefully persuade him to do as I say. It worked like a charm and I was left alone in seconds which allowed me to step back into the bathroom. “We’re leaving, I left you clothes on the bed” I turned to Alexis as I closed the door behind me. His bottom lip was between his teeth and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, there was a glint in his eye that made heat rise inside me but I wouldn’t dare to let that show. I turned around slowly showing off the dress since he was staring. “What do you-” this time his hand was over my mouth and his hand was tight around my waist to keep me stable. He leaned down and I could feel his hot breath on my ear “Stunning, now go. Wouldn’t want your boyfriend getting suspicious” and just like that he had let me go causing me to stumble over my own feet. A couple deep breaths later I felt stable enough to stand without clinging to something, “He’s not a boyfriend” was all I said feeling the need to clarify, before turning on my heel and leaving, not bothering to lock the door behind me knowing my apartment was still occupied by someone.

“I’m starving” I said, stepping up to Mark’s car and patiently waiting whilst he opened the door “what a gentleman”I sat and placed the seatbelt on. Once he had situated himself in the driver's seat we took off. “I had to ask around to find the best place in town, hopefully it’s as good as they say” a hand was now on my thigh and all of a sudden the man sitting next to me didn’t seem as enticing as he did when he asked me out. I pulled my crossed legs over to the other side causing his hand to drop and gave him the sweetest smile I could muster up to hide the fact I had just shook him off. He didn’t seem too bothered by my actions and soon enough we were at our destination. The restaurant was luxurious, definitely out of my price range and suddenly I felt underdressed for my environment. The host had seated us by a window that had a wonderful view, champagne was already in our glasses and the menus in our hands. “So tell me about yourself?” It was my attempt to fill the tense silence that turned into a mistake. Once he had started, not a minute went by where Mark wasn’t talking about himself and whilst my glass of champagne was already getting refilled before our food had even arrived I had a feeling this was going to be a very long dinner.

Two bottles of champagne and a mediocre dinner later I was stumbling back into my apartment, disappointed at myself for wasting 2 hours of my free time entertaining a scumbag trying to get into my pants. With the door now closed behind me I leaned back on it letting a giggle out at the whole situation “Honey, I’m home!” I purred, hoping Alexis would come out of whatever corner he was hiding in. He sure did with his hands behind his back and in only the boxers I had left on my bed earlier in the evening. “What have we got here?” I try to snatch whatever was behind his back but he’s faster to duck down and tuck it into his waistband “Nothing you should worry yourself with sweetheart” he’s still squating as he starts undoing the strap on my heels and I use his shoulder for support as he gently slides the shoe off. “You still don’t know my name do you? That’s what all those cute nicknames are about. Wow, how long have you been here already? That’s kinda rude” I had lost my filter due to the intoxication and words were coming out before I could stop myself. “Almost exactly 24 hours and I do know it, I just like seeing you get flustered” there was that look again that made the blood rush everywhere but my brain.

“How?” was all that came out as he stood up to his full height, both of my heels dangling in one of his large hands for a second before he placed them in the overfilled shoe rack by the door. I got no answer as he looked over my body slowly head to toe and back up “How do you know? I didn’t tell you” I pressed harder wanting an answer this time and took a step away from the door still supporting me. Another mistake as my legs felt like jello and I was expecting to land on my ass, but as I closed my eyes and braced myself for the impact all I felt were firm arms lifting me with little to no effort. He was soft and warm which was a nice contrast to the chilly air I experienced outside, so I didn’t fight or question him as he carried me to what I assumed was my bedroom. My sheets felt great against my skin but they were cold, I missed the warmth I felt from Alexei and again I couldn’t stop my mouth from moving. “Stay” came out as a quiet plea. “I was not leaving, I will be right back” I hummed in response to his answer, but sleep overtook me before he had returned.

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The story is now also on AO3. I will try to keep it updated frequently as long as life doesn't get in the way.

Morals by Gaelic1216 on AO3

Isn’t he just gorgeous? How could they?

#misha collins #alexis drazen #24 #alexis drazen x reader

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