#yes i had to add sparkles!

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Happy Vampire Bobby Day! 🧛✨

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Lmao got home and the first thing I do is open a package that has some new Rita faceplates

[tender-rosiey]

hello, love! i hope you're doing great! i love reading your works and thank you so much for writing such beautiful pieces 🫶🏻

soooo... i was thinking of making a request! i'm not sure if you've written about this or not and please feel free to ignore it if you're uncomfortable with writing it or if you've already written it but here's the request:

satoru with newborn twin daughters 🥹

i noticed that there are almost no twin dad gojo fics and we already know that he's a girl dad. plus, i love your writing style. hence this thought. again, thank you so much for your hard work, rose! stay hydrated and have a great day! byeeee!

twin girls (and gojo ig) — gojo satoru x f!reader

a/n: i cant believe it took me like 7 months to finally post this; i am so sorry 🙏 BUT i am so so happy that you like my works and srsly thank you for your sweet words. they mean the world 🥹 hope that you like this as well! have a wonderful day!! 🫶🫶

the only thing worse than having one girl you can’t say no to is having two.

add to that the fact that satoru is already a softie when it comes to his daughters, and it’s a recipe for disaster—if you’re not there to intervene.

"papa, I want a dress!" one of your twins looks up at satoru with wide, sparkling eyes, her hands tugging at the hem of his shirt.

her sister quickly chimes in, her voice a little shyer but just as determined. "I-I want a dress too, papa!"

satoru crouches down to their level, hands on his knees as he looks between his two little girls, his white hair falling messily into his eyes.

“two dresses, huh?” his voice takes on a faux-serious tone. “what kind of dresses are we talking about?”

“sparkly!”

“twirly!”

“pink!”

“blue!”

their voices rise with excitement, and satoru’s grin only grows wider as he listens, nodding as though their demands are being carefully cataloged in his mind.

you can’t help but smile from the doorway, watching the scene unfold. his enthusiasm when it comes to them is both endearing and ridiculous.

"satoru," you call out, interrupting his train of thought. your arms are crossed, and a teasing smile plays on your lips. "we agreed they only need one dress each, remember?"

he turns toward you with a playful pout, the twins following his gaze.

“they’re my princesses, wifey! how can I deny them a little extra sparkle?” he says, completely unbothered by the parental negotiations you both agreed on just yesterday.

you raise an eyebrow, taking a few steps closer and placing a hand on his arm. “you’ll be sleeping on the couch if they come home with more than one each.”

satoru's expression shifts immediately, an exaggerated look of surrender plastered on his face as he straightens up, holding up his hands. "alright, alright. one dress each. promise."

later that evening, when you return home, your twin girls are twirling around in front of you in two dresses each—one sparkly, one twirly, naturally.

your gaze falls on satoru, who stands casually leaning against the wall, hands in his pockets, whistling as if he’d done nothing wrong.

“satoru,” you pout, “I thought we had an agreement.”

he gives you a cheeky grin and a shrug, completely unbothered. “they were on sale,” he says as if that justifies everything.

the girls, oblivious to your exasperation, giggle and show off their new outfits, spinning around in excitement.

"mama, look! don't we look pretty?"

"yeah, mama! we look pretty, right?"

you press your lips into a thin line, but the fondness in your eyes betrays you. you sigh and ruffle their hair, "yes, very pretty, both of you."

the girls squeal in happiness and run around the house in their excitement. your husband nudges your arm gently with a teasing smile. you quirk an eyebrow before pushing him away with a chuckle.

you can never deny that you love seeing them so happy, even if it means satoru has bent the rules—again.

of course, life with your husband and your twin girls is a whirlwind. even bedtime is an adventure (read: a battle).

one night, the girls are bouncing off the walls in their matching pajamas, their giggles filling the room as they run circles around satoru, who’s sitting at the edge of the bed, utterly failing to get them under control.

"alright, time to settle down," he says, his tone light but lacking any real authority. the girls shake their heads as their dad is simply not cut out to be the strict parent in their eyes.

however, when he opens his arms, one of the girls takes the chance to climb his lap. his hand ruffles her hair, and she hums happily .

"papa, can we have three stories tonight?" the twin on his lap asks, looking up at him with pleading eyes.

her sister, not wanting to miss out, rushes over and clings to his other arm. "no! I want four stories!"

satoru sighs dramatically, glancing over at you for backup. you are sitting like the boss you are on the loveseat in the room. you look up when you feel your husband's eyes on you.

“they only get one story,” you remind him, trying not to laugh at his predicament.

satoru looks between the two girls, their wide eyes fixed on him. “alright, alright,” he finally concedes, holding up two fingers. “two stories. that’s my final offer.”

he hears you groan, and his heart breaks at disappointing you, but he can’t just say no to them. the twins cheer as if they’ve won a war, grabbing their favorite books from the bedside table.

it takes you a few moments before you smile helplessly as you watch him negotiate with them like it’s a high-stakes sorcery mission. it's not long before your daughters fall asleep. satoru's voice has always been comfort incarnate for them.

"you’re too soft," you tease as you walk over to him, pinching his nose—he yelps as quietly as he can, so you plant a soft kiss on his temple.

he leans into your touch for a moment, closing his eyes. "can’t help it," he mutters, "they’ve got your charm.”

afternoons are no less chaotic, especially at the park, where the twins drag satoru toward the swings, their little hands gripping his fingers as they bounce excitedly.

"papa, push me higher!" one demands, already settling onto the swing.

"me too! higher!" her sister echoes, scrambling onto the swing beside her.

satoru stands behind them, cracking his knuckles.

“higher, huh? I think I can manage that.” he gives the first swing a firm push, sending one of the twins soaring up, her laughter filling the air.

you sit on the third swing, smiling at the scene.

satoru looks over at you, his grin softening as his eyes meet yours. the way their laughter fills the atmosphere fills your heart, and you can tell that satoru feels the same.

at least, until he decides to push you and make you take full 360s on the swing.

“wow, mama is swinging!”

“in a circle!”

“satoru, I will kill you!!”

"waiting for that, wifey!"

dinner, as always, is an ongoing fight. tonight, the twins are in full protest mode against their vegetables.

"I don’t like broccoli," one twin pouts, pushing her plate away.

"me neither," her sister adds, crossing her arms as if this decision has been made final.

satoru, ever their ally in mischief, leans back in his chair, his expression far too relaxed. "well, I guess no one’s eating broccoli tonight," he says, clearly enjoying this little act of rebellion.

while you're proud of your girls backing each other up, you rather it not be right now. you shoot satoru a warning glance, shaking your head with a sigh. "they need to eat their veggies, satoru."

he shrugs, smirking lazily as he glances at the twins. “they’re gojo kids. I think they’ll survive without a little broccoli.”

the twins giggle, clearly siding with him. but you know how to play this game too; otherwise, you would have never been able to handle the man child beside you. “okay, fine,” you say with a sly smile. “no dessert if they don’t eat their veggies.”

the girls’ eyes go wide in horror, and they quickly turn to their father, their last hope. “papa, no! we want dessert!”

caught between you and the twins, satoru sighs dramatically, like he’s being asked to sacrifice everything.

“alright, alright, princesses,” he concedes, hands raised in defeat. “but you’ve gotta eat the broccoli if you want dessert. we gotta listen to mama.”

the twins reluctantly pick at their plates, eyeing the broccoli with disdain, but determined to make it to dessert.

you exchange a triumphant smile with satoru, who just rolls his eyes playfully.

and in the quieter moments, when the twins are asleep, and it’s just the two of you, he wraps his arms around you, pressing his lips to your forehead. “I don’t know how you do it,” he murmurs softly. “keeping us all in line.”

you smile, leaning into his touch, “someone’s gotta make sure we don’t end up with a house full of sparkly dresses.”

satoru laughs quietly, pulling you closer. “what can I say? I’m weak when it comes to you three.”

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day 7: monkey d. luffy [eating out]

࿓ synopsis • why not using his devil fruit ability while eating you out?

―❦ nsfw, opla!luffy, f!reader, pet names, swearing, licking, biting, kissing, fingering, oral > f receiving, inappropriate usage of abilities/power, strength using, hair pulling, praising, ‘is all! • 0.9k • & concluding the first week of kinktober 2023 with our cute captain luffy! the week was soo fun & hope you liked it too. so, once again, enjoy & see you soon in the next week! [kinktober m.]

“mmhh – y/n – shiiii – pussy’s so goo – mmhh,” luffy says, his full attention on your pussy that his tongue is inside – licking it, kissing it, and eating it as if it’s the most delicious meal he has ever had in his entire life, and you swear it really is because he’s eating you so passionately that you’re losing your mind thanks to it.

“delicious,” he adds as if he hears your mind – maybe he does through the way you’re moaning his name over and over again, tongue curling only to leave the beautiful voice you have to announce he’s making you go crazy.

leaving your wet clit, since you have cum already, for a moment, putting his head on your naked thigh, pulling the skirt higher, exposing you completely. you look into his eyes, chest raising up and down rapidly, making your visible breasts through the dress take luffy’s attention before saying as he looks up at your face with wide sparkling eyes, “the most delicious pussy – ohh – how I want to reach until my tongue’s tip reach at the end of it!” he chuckles, fingers playing with folds, then, picking the wetness of your cum with his long fingers only to put it into his opening mouth – showing off you how he licks his fingers from tip to end, “mmmhhh –“ closing eyes for a certain time.

opening his eyes again, he chuckles at the sight in front of him – his pretty girl becomes breathless, nipples get hardened, the lip is bit, heat rushing to the face; the meaning of beauty for him.

then, an idea hits his mind like a ring while he kisses your inner thighs, fingers entering in and out, taking out the last bit of your cum. “yes! of course,” he speaks to himself more than you, but he turns to you when you catch him taking the tip of his tongue with his fingers, face has the confusion that makes luffy laugh, “stay still princess, the captain has a great idea!”

“about wha – oohhh – lu – luffy!” you moan his name louder when he goes back to what he was doing a moment ago, differently now, he’s more daring, more hungry, and looks like the idea that is in his mind drives him crazy because he holds your thighs, opening your legs wider, looking up to your face and winking at you when he realizes how you’re trying to understand what he’s doing – why he’s like that! and then, it hits you –

“ooohhh my – luff –!” you even can’t finish your sentence when his tongue gets into your pussy, slowly yet effectively getting longer inside your fucking pussy! “are you out of – agghhh – your – shiii – luffy!”

he chuckles – intense sensation coming out of your pussy to your entire body rising up with the radiations his chuckle sents; a hand finds his hair, pulling them, pushing his head closer to you – an instinct that screams as the opposite version of what you’re saying, “’is too much – luffy, ‘is too much!”

without realizing any of it, you begin to cry as his hot tongue twists inside you, a feeling you have never tasted before sending both of you into oblivion – you find yourselves wanting more and more each passing time, and you don’t care that your legs cage his head between your thighs by closing around his shoulders, or how luffy’s grip on your swifts from your thighs to under your ass, picking you up, pulling you to his tongue further by the ass while using his pure strength.

 you no longer have the ability to think straight – only breathing and moaning his name, it goes out of your wide open tongue as a melody – as a pray into luffy’s ears, making him moan in sync with you, doubling the feeling of being fucked by his tongue up until you begin to lose your consciousness.

his tongue hit the end of your walls, the place even you never reached on your own, and he’s not done yet.

the realization becomes knowledge when he adds his fingers along with his tongue, eyes opening and looking into yours, your dried tears refresh with new ones the moment his fingers begin to grow longer in length – he smirks, taking off his fingers back, and shoving them into you harshly – you throw your head back, “AAGGHHH – fuuuck! luffy, luffy, luffy –“

eyes go white as they roll back, hands grip his hair harder, legs shake within the rest of your body, and then you cum into his tongue – dripping into it and to the ground from there.

he sucks the flesh, drinking all the juice your body has made with such delight, you watch it with blurred vision even though you’re one step away from passing out because of how his tongue made you so weak.

“yes, princess?” he mocks, licking his lips, eyes sparkling, a smirk on his cute yet attractive face full of the glow of your cum and juice – worth it, definitely worth it. “you will not blame me for eating my favorite taste, will you?”

you shake your head, eyes closing, a hand finds his shoulder, pulling himself to you, “you’re crazy luffy.”

picking your exhausted body up, walking to the bed he will fuck you into now after you get a bit of rest, he chuckles, “for your pretty pussy, babe? always.”

with the newfound kink of using his devil fruit’s ability on you while fucking you, luffy is sure fucks you so good in that bed too.

❦ tagging: @lilvampirina & @snowprincesa1 & @dookiemeshibear *cuties*

[katsukistofu]

peanut butter and jellyfish

contents ౨ৎ ⋆ h. shinsou x fem reader. 5k words — fluff. cursing. comforting insecurities. friends to secret lovers.

⭑ shenanigans with your not-so-secret boyfriend ft. sleepovers with eri, a cat eating pizza on you at 3am, your classmates being nosy, and an aquarium date.

note: your quirk is forensic sight! so ur gc name is the way it is bc ur eyes lol get it

You choke back a laugh as a very focused Eri puts yet another sticker on Hitoshi’s face. 

Snacks and pillows are strewn around the inside of the blanket fort the three of you finished building moments before. Stiller than a rock, your calm best friend sits there cross-legged so that Eri can give him a makeover of unicorns, stars, and rainbows. 

“Do you think he looks pretty yet?” Eri tilts her head at you.

“Like a real-life princess.” You giggle. “Good job, Eri!” 

“Yay!” She happily high fives the hand you hold up for her. “Do you feel pretty yet, Hito-nii?”

“I feel so bonita.” Hitoshi deadpans, sending you two into another fit of giggles.

“You were pretty already, Toshi,” you coo, rubbing a thumb over the sticker of a cat making sushi on his cheekbone. Mr. Aizawa must have bought that one for her.

Hitoshi pretends to shyly gaze at you from under his long lashes. “Aw, really?”

His lips curve into a lazy smile, and a heat that you’re all too familiar with rises up your neck, you turn away–a little too quickly, to Hitoshi’s amusement.

“Nevermind you’re ugly.”

He laughs and the heat creeps up to your cheeks.

Such a simple sound, yet that soft, husky voice of his always manages to make your insides a mushy mess, even when you had painfully tripped over his cat, Celery, when he transferred and first moved into the dorms with your class.

The normally stoic, reserved purple-haired boy had doubled over with an uncontrollable wheeze, supporting himself on the sofa as your groaning self was sprawled across the floor. 

God, they were lucky they were both cute.

Yet, you couldn’t help but smile as he reached a hand out to help you up, the other still covering his mouth. 

That was the first time you made him laugh, and now, you’ve heard it so many times that you could finally stop counting on both your hands’ fingers but you still wanted more.

“Want me to paint your nails, Eri?” You ask, scooting over to your bedroom’s drawer. 

You open it, your own light blue nails painted a color that reminds you of the sea against the pastel pink of the treasure box you take out. It had a heart-shaped diamond on the latch. 

The heavy box was filled with a collection of nail polish the girls in your class usually used for their sleepovers as well, and new bottles, mostly varying shades of apple red, started mysteriously appearing the day after Eri said she had never gotten painted her nails before. 

“Yes!” Eri’s eyes sparkle. “Can I please have matchy nails with Hito-nii?”

“Of course, sweetie.” You smile. She was adorable. 

Hitoshi rubs the back of his neck. “You sure you want yours black this time, Eri?”

“Yes!” She huffs stubbornly. “Like dad’s clothes and those things under your eyes!”

“Hey!” He protests. She shares a mischievous look with you and you both giggle, catching the pillow Hitoshi gently throws at you. 

“Oreo wouldn’t treat me like this.” Hitoshi reaches out to ruffle Eri’s hair and she squeals in protest, batting his hand away. 

Eri holds up the oversized panda plushie he was talking about. It was comically bigger than her, and you had to bite back a laugh.

The moment you two spotted it in the claw machine outside Shinsou’s favorite cat cafe near campus, you knew you had to win it to add to her ever growing collection of stuffed animals.

With a grin, you remember the huge sigh of relief Shinsou let out when it finally fell into the chute.

“Duh he wouldn’t ‘cause you’re his twin!”

Hitoshi mock gasps. “Take that back.” And tickles her neck, barely dodging as you throw the pillow he threw earlier back at him. 

“Woah!”

Except much, much harder.

“Don’t worry Eri, I'll protect you!” You grab another nearby pillow and throw it at him, which he easily catches in mid-air with one hand like it was a frisbee.

“Aw.” You pout. Mr. Aizawa was training him a little too good now.

Eri pats your arm to console you. “It’s okay I appre-shee—apree-shee—“

“Appreciate?” You offer, and her face brightens as she nods.

“Appree-shee-ate. You. For trying.” She finishes shyly.

“Aw, thank you Eri. I appreciate you too.” 

Hitoshi’s eyes soften at the sight of you two. 

“What about me?”

You scowl. “You can go duck yourself, Toshi.”

“Love you too.”

Eri suddenly gasps. 

“Dad says that to Uncle Zashi too!”

Despite already knowing the answer, Hitoshi and you turn to look at her suspiciously.

“…Which one?”

As if he knows you’re talking about him, Aizawa yells down the hallway.

“Eri, brats, pizza’s here!”

───────── 

“Can I have another hug?” Hitoshi asks coyly after class one day. 

The bell had just rung, and you roll your eyes at his leaning form on the wall of the almost empty hallway. 

Everyone was leaving for lunch.

Except you two, but that was Hitoshi’s fault.

“I just gave you one!”

“Oh no.” He places a dramatic palm to his forehead. “I think I’m going to pass out because of someone if I don’t get a hug in the next five seconds.”

“Greedy ass.” You sigh, wrapping your arms around his waist. 

He hides a grin, shuffling closer to close the gap between your bodies. 

Hitoshi smells like fresh linen with hints of sunshine, probably from his daily bike ride he took around campus before class started, and the coffee he brewed this morning. 

A sense of comfort settles into your bones as the familiar scent envelopes you, and you breathe it in. 

He softly tucks your head under his chin as you nuzzle your face deeper into his chest, your headache from taking the quiz in Ectoplasm’s class earlier now long gone.

“Did you know that when cats see that it's raining outside a window, they go to another window in the same room to check if it's still raining outside?” Hitoshi randomly whispers.

“I did not know that.” You giggle. His lips feel ticklish on your hair. “Does Celery do that too?”

“All the time.” Hitoshi grins. “I have a video from yesterday’s storm, I’ll show you in the cafeteria.”

“Ooh okay!”

He straightens, and takes your hand, your fingers easily lacing through his as you both start to head in the direction of the dining hall. 

When you trip over nothing, he snorts, already expecting it, and catches your waist before you take a fall that will be difficult for your ego and your knees to recover from.

“Careful,” he says as you clutch onto his school uniform in relief, and you swear that already deep, smooth voice of his drops an octave on purpose, almost sending you to the ground again.

Hitoshi’s thumb is still tracing small circles on the back of your hand as the both of you join the line for the traditional school lunch. You could try a different cuisine tomorrow. On today’s menu was miso seaweed soup with a side of grilled fish and a milk bread roll along with, of course, rice.

You feel a vibration on the side of your leg, and for the umpteenth time this school year you thank UA for adding pockets to the school uniform’s skirts as you slip your phone out. The jellyfish charm Hitoshi got for your birthday last year dangles from your case.

Surprise, surprise, it’s the class group chat.

-forklift uncertified -

it’s barbie bitch 

guysss guess what i sawwww

invisi-girl 

IS IT TODOROKI IN A PINK TUTU

 

pikachew

girl what 

invisi-girl 

u guys don’t get the vision

i saw it in a dream last night

the rock 

nah i get it dude

that would be so manly

ice spice 

I would not be completely opposed to the idea

invisi-girl 

SEE

it’s barbie bitch 

it’s even better >_<

it’s barbie bitch 

hitoshituckingyourhair

behindearwithasoftsmile.png

mochi cheeks

OHMYGOD!?1?2?2

SOCUTEEEEETES

airpods with wires

i saw that

airpods with wires 

can yall not flirt before lunch 

next time i’m gonna throw 

up before i get to eat

sue you 

AWWWW OUR LITTLE BABYS ALL GROWN UP

forensic balls [you]

FUCK U GUYS IM 17

yaomomo

exactly

a Baby :)

forensic balls [you]

yaoyao ur supposed

to be on my side </3

yaomomo 

sorry my love i cannot 

deny the facts </3

pikachew

Nahhh only shinsou can call her that guys ;))))

airpods with wires

wah wah wah

forensic balls [you]

one more word and i’m gonna change the gc name to fornite jiggle physics 

sue you

NO

yaomomo

No thank you

my chemical romance

what a mad banquet of darkness

it’s barbie bitch

babe look me in the

eyes this isn’t like you 

forensic balls [you]

try me. 

pikachew

DO ITTTTTTT

forensic balls [you]

ok just bc u told me to 

i won’t now 

scotch tape 

dayum rip denks

forensic balls [you]

also not my fault u guys 

have early ass birthdays smh

shirt guy

Senior citizen core fr

forensic balls [you]

ily midoriya

shirt guy

ilyt pookie xx 

kazoo-ki

Girl u aint slick

shirt guy

You’re so late omg

pikachew

bro has us on mute

kazoo-ki

shut up dunce face

kazoo-ki

How tf do I change my name

mochi cheeks

LMFAO

wiki-how

Bakugo it is fairly simple. 

wiki-how

First you click on your profile, then your personal settings. 

wiki-how

From there you press “Change Display Name” and you should be able to enter your name of preference. 

kazoo-ki 

K

better than you

Thanks glasses ig

wiki-how

You are very welcome.

kiri the rock

nice one dude!

sue you

wow egotistical much

better than you

You wish yours was as big as mine

pikachew

that’s what he said

it’s barbie bitch

omg it just hit me

it’s barbie bitch

the first person to 

finally get bitches in our class 

it’s barbie bitch

i’m so happy i could cry

pikachew

I GET BITCHES

sue you

yeah over the screen 

we're talking irl

pikachew

leave me and my otome games alone

forensic balls [you]

real 

forensic balls [you]

AND IM NOT DATING HITOSHI

it’s barbie bitch

HITOSHI????????

airpods with wires

first name basis is crazy

forensic balls [you]

fuck i mean *shinsou

scotch tape

y’all smell that

the rock

peeeyew

pikachew

smells like sum bullshiiii

kazoo-ki

Could’ve fooled me

yaomomo

You aren’t??? :(

yaomomo

But I wrote a reminder to wish 

you two happy anniversary and 

even bought tea to celebrate!

forensic balls [you]

….for what date

yaomomo

April 1st :(

forensic balls [you]

………………

airpods with wires  

@ it’s barbie bitch we can see u

across the cafeteria u are BAWLING

eyebags

what the fuck

Hitoshi bites back a laugh as your widened eyes meet his, glancing up from your phone.

“Not dating, huh?” He grins.

You groan and pinch his arm. “I panicked okay! I didn’t know what to tell them.”

“Hmm, do you want me to?”

“I mean, only if you want to.” You shyly play with his fingers. 

“I kind of like us being a secret from them for a little longer. It feels… nice.”

Hitoshi smiles. “I know what you mean.” He wrinkles his nose. “Though they’re so nosy it looks like they figured it out already.”

“Pffft, yeah.” Mina could definitely sniff out a relationship from miles away, no matter how much PDA you tried to sneakily do in empty hallways.

Hitoshi squeezes your hand in reassurance.

“I like it too.” He leans over, and your eyes are forced to meet the dark violet of his.

The side of Hitoshi’s soft-looking lips, courtesy of the strawberry chapstick he stole from you before class this morning, quirk up as he looks down at you with soft eyes, the ones he reserves for you and random cats he sees on the road.

“Chapstick thief,” you mutter.

“Oh, you want it back?” Hitoshi grins. “Kiss it off me then.”

Your cheeks grown warm. “Not here!”

“Good,” He smirks.

“I prefer keeping you all to myself, anyway.”

   ───────── 

“What’s wrong?” 

He’s crouching down so that your eyes have no choice but to meet his from your spot on the bean bag.

He gently pushes the switch in your hands down to your lap and pokes your thigh. You squirm away ticklishly. 

“Tell me.”

“No.” You huff, picking your switch back up. “I just wanna play Stardew, leave me alone.”

“Darling.”

Your face flushes at the pet name, and he smirks. His secret weapon still works without fail. Hitoshi didn’t even need to activate his quirk to have you under his thumb. 

“You’re not going to feel better if you keep it in. Tell me what’s wrong.”

His nails are still pink, you faintly notice, trying to distract yourself from your very attractive, very insistent boyfriend in front of you with his comforting hands placed on your thighs.

You painted his left hand, and Eri painted his right at the last sleepover you had together. She had insisted that he should match nails with her this time, since she matched with him last week.

It was already terrible and impressive that Hitoshi was a people-reader, even worse that he knew what to do to make you fold so easily and open up.

Curse you Hitoshi, you and your disposition for healthy communication.

You should have never recommended that therapist to him.

“I don’t know,” you finally mumble. He tilts his head, showing you that he’s listening. 

“I just feel like I don’t deserve it.”

“Deserve what, sweetheart?” He asks. The softness in his voice is unbearable and what you've been bottling up for weeks finally spills out.

“I feel like I don’t deserve it when good things happen to me.”

Hitoshi blinks, then lets out a snort. Which turns into a full blown laugh coming from his chest.

You shove his face away and he falls on his butt, still chuckling. 

“You’re making fun of me!” You say indignantly.

“Sorry, sorry, I just–” He coughs, and takes a breath to recollect himself. 

“You say a lot of dumb shit and I think that's the worst thing I’ve heard you say.”

You pout. “I’m feeling very invalidated right now.” Hitoshi rolls his eyes, and his hands reclaim their spot on your skin, except this time he’s gently cupping your face in his hands. 

He’s not used to comforting people, but you can see that he’s trying.  

“You’re beautiful,” he whispers, and you inhale sharply. “You’re kind, you’re intelligent, and I see you try so hard everyday. You always do a good job when you set your sights on something. Why don’t you deserve good things?”

“I don’t know.” Your gaze is numbly pinned to the silver chain around his neck, the one with a little crescent moon on it that he wears everyday, not even taking it off when he goes to sleep. The one you gave to him. 

“That’s okay.”

His thumbs caress your cheeks, and you think you can breathe a little easier. 

“Let's think of it this way,” Hitoshi says, still cupping your cheeks, grounding you. “It’s not about whether you deserve it or not. Do you want it?”

You finally meet his eyes, and answer with a voice shakier than you’d like it to be. 

“I do. I want good things for myself.”

“Atta girl,” Hitoshi says with a proud quirk of his lips. 

You stare at him, your heart suspended in your chest, feeling better but still looking a bit unsure.

Hitoshi notices this from the way you start biting the inside of your cheek, and he leans his forehead against yours. You freeze. 

He smells like fruit, like freshly washed blueberries and those ripe strawberries in the kitchen in the dorm’s fridge. “That’s more than enough. We can work from there.”

There’s still a worried furrow between your eyebrows.

“Come on, sweetheart. We can go to the aquarium you love this weekend.”

He smirks as you perk up at that, drinking up the rare, shy expression suddenly on your face again, and leans down to your ear. 

“You’re so easy,” Hitoshi whispers. 

You grumble, you could hear that stupid grin in his voice.

“Sorry, I can't hear you with your face in my chest.”

You raise your head to glare at him and his heart soars. There was his girl.

God, his smug face was starting to irritate you more and more. "I said that if you were my husband I'd poison your tea!" 

“If you were my wife, I'd drink it."

   ───────── 

-thot pockets -

it's barbie bitch

omg guess who i just saw 

cuddling in front of the tv

it's barbie bitch

youwrappedlikeaburritoinhitoshisarms.png

dating allegation #1 

MINA WTF DELETE THAT

dating allegation #1 

WHY R U STALKING US

[dating allegation #2 saved an image]

dating allegation #1 

BRO WHOS SIDE ARE YOU ON

dating allegation #1 

PURPLE MINION LOOKING BITCH

dating allegation #2

ok forensic penis

dating allegation #2

who changed my user

pikachew

me

cuz u guys are NOT beating 

them :laughcry::laughcry:

ice spice

I am just confused as to why 

you two are sitting on each other 

ice spice

When the rest of the couch 

appears to be unoccupied

ice spice

Perhaps this is a new 

procreation method?

mochi cheeks

TODORKIWHATHAHVDHSHA

pikachew

LMDFAOOOOOOOOO

ice spice

? 

dating allegation #1 

WHATTHEFUKC

the rock

never change bro 

sue you

IACTAULKYLCANT BREATHE HELP

it’s barbie bitch

ME NEITEHHR

dating allegation #2

Whenever my eyebags get darker

dating allegation #2

Just know I blame it on all of you

   ───────── 

“Celery?” You mutter, rubbing your bleary eyes. “What are you doing?”

“Mrow.” The cat continues eating the slice of… pizza? On your chest.

It looks like the one that you and Hitoshi ordered earlier after quizzing each other for Present Mic’s exam.

 

“I love you so much but I am so confused.”

You reach for your phone to text Hitoshi, your still-asleep hands fumbling a bit on the nightstand.

toshi <3 [12 hrs ago]

us 

you [12 hrs ago]

literally us <3

toshi <3 [12 hrs ago]

want to order takeout and 

watch ouran highschool after

we study for tmrws exam

you [12 hrs ago]

yes please omg

you [now – 03:24]

hey

can u explain why ur daughter

is eating pizza on my boobs

at 3am

toshi [03:30]

whar

?

toshi [03:31]

OHfMGOD

CELERU

Not even five minutes later, he’s knocking on the door to your room. You open it, and the sight of a very sleepy looking Hitoshi greets you. His already unruly bedhead is even messier than usual and you’re pretty sure he’s wearing his shirt backwards. Did he put it on before coming over? 

Wait.

You blink, long and hard, banishing the thoughts of a groggy, very shirtless Hitoshi lying in his bed, with the light of his phone screen illuminating his handsome features as he replies to your text. Those four hours of sleep must finally be hitting you.

Hitoshi sees you blinking, and takes it as a sign you’re still in shock at the pizza monster in your lap.

He gives an awkward pat to your shoulder in reassurance.

“I think this is just how she shows affection.” Hitoshi stares down at Celery fondly.

The way you stroke her fur so softly makes his chest feel warm and tingly.

“Does she eat leftover pizza off your chest at three in the morning?”

“...No.”

“Hah. She said she likes me better. ” You smirk victoriously. “Isn’t that right sweetie?”

The calico cat purrs as you scratch her ears, a bit of tomato sauce under her chin. Hitoshi exaggeratedly puts his hand over his heart at this scene of betrayal.

“Seriously? Celery, I took you off those streets and raised you like I was the one pregnant with you for nine months.”

“Mrow.” She bumps her head against your hand.

“Pfft, give it up Toshi. It’s time for you to hand over the adoption papers.”

Hitoshi rubs the back of his neck. “Or we could just share custody.”

“What?” Your cheeks grow warm. “You want me to be her mom?”

“I mean you kind of already are. Look at her,” he says, eyes softening as he looks at the two of you. 

Celery has her paw on your arm. After eating until her little tummy was full, she was already starting to doze off.

“She takes after me.”

You let out a derisive snort.

“Yeah you looked just like that after our binge marathon today too."

“Not in that way.”

He smirks at your confused reaction.

“Then what do you mean–”

At that moment, Celery decides it’s the perfect time to snuggle into your tank top, smearing what’s left of the pizza on her face all over it.

Hitoshi’s eyes widen. He laughs, covering his mouth.

You’ve never been so glad you chose to wear black to sleep.

   ───────── 

“Trouble child, you’re here.”

“Hi Mr. Aizawa.” You roll your eyes. “When are you going to stop calling me that, it’s getting old.”

“When you stop getting into trouble.”

“Okay, that’s fair.”

“The kid’s almost ready.” He snorts. “About damn time. Been up since six.”

“He has?” Your eyes widen. “For what?”

Your teacher smirks. “Nerves. Isn’t this his, what, tenth time taking you out though?”

A flustered Hitoshi suddenly appears from behind him with a light pink dusting his cheeks and steers Aizawa back to the door. “O-okay dad that’s enough.” 

He’s cutely dressed in a soft-looking grey cardigan over a white shirt and black wide-legged pants. 

This had to be the most boyfriend he’s looked, ever, and he looked very boyfriend all of the time. 

“Hitoshi?” You do a little twirl for him in your own outfit. “Fire or nah?”

He looks up from his phone, where he’s googling the bus route to the aquarium, except his eyes linger. Without skipping a beat, he responds.

 “Fire.”

“Toshi, you’re staring.”

“Of course I’m staring.” He says it with a tone like 'what else would I be doing?'

You shyly fidget with the edge of your shorts. “Why?”

“Because you’re beautiful.”

Hitoshi reaches out a hand, like he hasn't just casually left you breathless, and his own eyes soften as he notices your starry-eyed look. 

“Let’s go, you crybaby.”

“Damn. I was going to say you look handsome too, but I don’t remember being the one who sobbed my eyes out watching Your Name last night.”

The tips of his ears turn red.

“Shut up.”

“Was like our fifth rewatch too.”

“Shut up before I kiss you.”

"Is that a threat or a promise?"

"Both."

‧₊˚ 🐚 ✩ ₊˚ 🌊 ⊹ 𓇼

Hitoshi’s lips twitch as he sees your eyes light up at the sight of the sign pointing in the jellyfish exhibit’s direction. “You’re adorable.”

“Thanks.” You grin. “You’re slow.”

You take him by the arm, your brain faintly registering how muscular his bicep is despite holding it so many times, and drag him along. 

In their tanks, the glow of the moon jellies fills the darkness in front of them as other visitors murmur around you two in awe. Blue light reflects off the water and through the glass, illuminating your boyfriend’s dreamy features and you can’t help but admire how pretty he looks.

Hitoshi turns from watching the jellyfish to face you, fingers now lacing through yours. You don’t look away. 

A soft smile flickers across his face when he catches you staring at him.

“This reminds me of when we first met.”

You smile. You remember. He was the one Mina relentlessly teased you for staring at, which you completely denied at the time.

“Why’re you so thirsty?” You remember her whispering into your ear at the Sports Festival in your first year. The both of you were sitting in your class’s designated spots in the stands.

Your eyes had widened, scandalized. 

“I am not!”

“Please. You’re totally staring at him.”

“Who?”

“Shinsou Hitoshi.” She grinned. “Cute, right?”

Of course she paid attention when they announced his name specifically. 

You could never remember anyone’s, and she probably saw you looking at his picture for a little too long when it appeared on the Jumbotron’s screen, announcing that his match with Oijiro was about to begin. 

“Not really,” you lied, a bad attempt at feigning disinterest. 

Like your eyes hadn’t been trailing down his lean figure the moment his next match started. 

Or noticing how attractive it was the way he casually folded his arms when he taunted Midoriya, or wondering in your mind if his perpetual bed-head was as soft as it looks. 

Mina turned to you, smirking at your slightly dazed expression.

“Really? Then you wouldn’t mind if I told him you had some questions about his quirk and wanted to talk about it after this, riiight?”

“What?” You shake your head furiously. “I mean his quirk is really interesting but–ugh Mina, no!” 

“For the plot!” She waggled her eyebrows.

You nudged her knee with a huff. “I’m breaking up with you.”

“Nooo, I’m kidding, I’m kidding.” Mina eyed you cheekily. “I won’t call him over.”

“Oh thank god.”

“But only if you admit he’s your type.”

You groan. “Okay fine. I think he’s hot, happy?”

“Very.” Your best friend laughs, pure happiness indeed written all over her face. You can see the matchmaking gears already turning in her head. “I just know you too well, babe.”

You roll your eyes. “Sometimes I really wish you didn’t.”

“Come on, you guys would be so cute together though.” She sighs dreamily. “Forensic sight and mind-control? Plus you’re both hot as fuck? Talk about a power couple.”

“....I think I’m going to go sit with Yaomomo instead.”

Recalling the memory, you laugh. “I know, we kept accidentally making eye contact after your second match because our seats were right across from each other.”

“That awkward prolonged eye contact in the stands might’ve been how I started crushing on you.”

You smirk. “You had a crush on me? That's so embarrassing.”

“I know.” He rolls his eyes, softly tucking a stray hair behind your ear. “Worst decision of my life.”

You hold Hitoshi’s hand tighter as you step closer to his side to get a better view of the tank. 

“Glad the feeling is mutual.” 

You spot it before he does.

“Oh my god Toshi. We need to get this for Eri.”

He spins around from the collection of the aquarium’s official shirts for sale, a shirt with a print of a whale shark in his hands. 

“Wha–oh my god.”

Hitoshi stares at the giant penguin plushie you’re holding in front of you. 

It was bigger than you–no, bigger than him even.

“Not sure if it’s going to fit on the train home, but we’ll make it work.”

   ───────── 

"Can you teach me how to draw a unicorn too, Eri?" Hitoshi asks.

You had already asked Eri before him seconds ago so you stick your tongue out at Hitoshi, mouthing ‘copycat,’ and he tilts his head down to quickly kiss your neck, making you giggle. 

He still has a pink bow wrapped around his bicep from when you three played dress up an hour ago, and you fight the urge to laugh again at how silly he looks.

Eri is too focused on her drawings to care about either of you, and after she scribbles around a little more, she turns to face her older brother.

“Yeah!” She hands him a red crayon. “Okay, so first you draw half of a circle.”

Hitoshi follows Eri’s instructions.

He lifts his hand, which nearly covers the paper, to reveal a red ‘C’ that looks like it got run over by a truck.

“No, no not like that! Erase it.” She frowns disapprovingly, hands on her hips. “You’re really bad at this Hito-nii.”

“Please Eri-sensei. I'm trying my best.”

“Try harder!” She turns away with a huff, then peers over at your paper. 

“Ooh yours looks so good!” Eri claps, and you smile proudly. 

“It’s all thanks to you, Eri.” You reach out to fix her pigtail that was starting to slip out of the cat-patterned scrunchie, and she giggles, holding still for you. 

Hitoshi grumbles. “This smells like favoritism.”

“That’s ‘cause your unicorn looks Celery’s poop!” Eri chirps. Then she runs away to the kitchen right before you double over in laughter at Hitoshi’s extremely offended face, clutching onto his broad shoulders for support. 

“She said your drawing looks like shit!” You snort, and he groans.

Celery’s ears perk up in Hitoshi’s lap and she meows, looking in your direction. You hold out your arms. “Celery, you want uppies?”

She ignores them and decides to sit in your lap instead, purring softly.

“Mrow.”

“Yeah? And then what?” You coo, gently rubbing her fuzzy forehead, and her eyes close in contentment.

She mewls again, pawing at your sock and you laugh.

“Okay, okay I’ll tell him.” 

Looking up at Hitoshi, he tilts his head the same way Celery does when you talk to her. 

You bite back a laugh, you’re not sure who’s the cat in the room at this point.

“What did she say?” He asks you curiously.

All you do is blink slowly at him in response.

Hitoshi’s brows knit in confusion.

Then his eyes widen, a soft pink starting to color his cheeks.

Shyly, he slowly blinks back.

Suddenly, the gray-haired girl comes back from the kitchen, apples Aizawa sliced like rabbits for her on a plate in her hands. 

You’re still slowly blinking at each other as she walks through the door.

Eri looks at the both of you weirdly.

“What are you two doing?”

“Mrow.”

teehee hitoshi’s the pb to ur jelly(fish) get it

[jobean12-blog]

Boom Clap

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader

Word Count: 1,063

Summary: Before tonight you wouldn't have been able to label your relationship with Bucky but after he gets home earlier than expected from a mission and shows up at the bar everything changes.

Author's Note: Just because, I love him and this look ends me every time and it's lightly based on this song Boom Clap by Charli XCX. Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you 🥰

Warnings: it's just Bucky being irresistible and soft too

“Well, something clearly more interesting than this conversation is going on in your mind. Would you like to share it with the rest of us?”

Two pairs of glittering eyes stare at you, twin knowing smiles gracing your friend’s lips and you frantically try to recall what the three of you had been discussing.

“There’s only one thing that can be giving her that look,” Nat laughs. “A man.”

“And not just any,” Wanda adds.

“Bucky,” both women say simultaneously and with devious grins.

You sip your drink to hide your smile.

“You must miss him since he’s been away on the mission all week,” Wanda muses.

You don’t say it but you do miss him. A lot.

“So what exactly is going on with you two?” Nat asks

With a nonchalant shrug you sip your drink again and try to figure out how to label your relationship with Bucky. Your friends wait, expressions expectant but playful.

If you had a definitive answer you would share it but ever since the two of you started hanging out neither of you had given it a label. You were just enjoying each other. In every way. You were happy being with him, that much of which you were sure.

“Umm…” you start.

That’s the only word you get out before you see Wanda and Nat’s drinks pause halfway to their mouths. Their eyes are trained on something just beyond your shoulder, toward the entrance of the bar.

Several other women at the bar pause their own conversation and you sense the shift in energy.

He’s here.

You place your drink down on the bar and turn. Bucky stands just inside the doorway, his black jacket draped over his broad shoulders and his covetous blue eyes focused on you.

Awareness races across your skin coupled with a heat only he can set ablaze. Your pulse quickens and you fight the urge to run into his arms.

He wears all black, from his tight fitted shirt down to his leather boots and his strong jaw is shadowed with dark hair. When he walks toward you at the bar, he moves with such sensual purpose that you notice another woman swooning.

He looks hungry and determined.

And he’s here for you.

You reach out and grab your drink, downing it in one long sip.

Without removing his gaze from yours, he takes your hand and brings it to his lips, turning it over and kissing the inside of your wrist, then your palm, then finally, your fingertips.

This time, you hear the breath woosh from Nat and Wanda but Bucky shows no reaction, appearing oblivious to anything else but you.

“Guess he’s back,” Nat whispers to Wanda. You barely catch the words as Bucky consumes your every thought.

“I missed you doll,” he whispers against your wrist.

“I missed you too,” you reply breathlessly.

He lowers your hand from his mouth and keeps hold of it between your bodies. With a soft tug he brings you closer, leaning into your neck and whispering along the shell of your ear.

“Come home with me?”

“You don’t even have to ask,” you murmur.

“Yes, I do doll. I would never take you for granted.”

Your free hand slides up his chest to his jaw, tracing the outline before you softly press your lips to his. His eyes fluttered closed and he breathes you in.

“I’m just going to use the restroom and say goodbye to Nat and Wanda. Meet you back here in five.”

“Hurry,” he murmurs, letting his eyes sparkle with words of unspoken want.

You rush off toward the bathroom, Nat and Wanda right behind you and after relieving yourself and filling your friends in you search for Bucky’s tall figure.

You find him standing at the bar, taking to someone. As you get closer, you see that the woman is standing close enough to brush against him. Unable to see Bucky’s face, you watch as she runs a hand along his arm with a gentle squeeze of his bicep, smiling at him flirtatiously.

Your heart drops into your stomach and you feel your eyes well with unshed tears but you can’t stop your forward movement. Bucky’s face comes into view. His eyes aren’t on the woman but furiously scanning the room. He looks uncomfortable, backing away from her and saying something you can’t hear.

You consider turning and running out but that wouldn’t be fair. You and Bucky have no official label, have never agreed to be exclusive. You can’t even blame the other woman for approaching him. He’s impossible to resist. You should know.

But then his eyes meet yours and you see all the emotions rushing through them, but mostly you see relief.

Taking a deep breath, you continue to walk forward. Bucky holds his arm out, his eyes begging you to walk into his embrace.

You slide into his side in time to hear him say, “here she is. This is my…”

“Girlfriend,” you finish, smiling and extending your hand with your name. “Nice to meet you.”

“Wow, lucky girl,” the woman says as she shakes your hand. “You deserve an award for landing a man like this.”

“I don’t need an award. I’ve got him,” you say as you reach down and take his left hand in yours.

Your eyes meet Bucky’s. “Ready to take me home Buck?”

“Always doll.”

Your hand stays tightly tucked in Bucky’s as you walk down the street toward his apartment. You turn toward him, the warm breeze caressing your skin and the city lights dancing in your eyes. His breath catches in his throat as your lips spread into a wide and reassuring smile.

He stops walking in the middle of the sidewalk and pulls you flush against his chest, his eyes wandering over your face.

“Are you really mine?” he asks as he dips his head. “You’re really my girl?”

“Yours Bucky. I have been from the beginning.”

His fingers spread across your lower back and he slowly drags his hand along the curve of your spine, every inch he covers pressing you closer against him until he reaches your neck and traces the delicate column before cradling your cheek.

He sweeps his thumb along your skin and holds your lips just centimeters from his, whispering, “mine,” as his eyes close and his mouth captures yours.

@randomfandompenguin @hiddles-rose @goldylions @kmc1989 @blackwidownat2814 @buckysdollforlife @lizette50

[dixonsbrat]

𖥔 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𖥔

summary ; eddie finally admits that he can't get you, his best friend, out of his head.

notes ; potential cussing, mentions of weed and the reader having hair. let me know if i forgot anything !

do not transfer, translate or share my work to any other sites.

it was midnight on a friday, now turned saturday, and the low sound of rain hitting the roof of your trailer had been accompanying you as you watched your film. usually, eddie would be with you, curled up in your bed, watching whatever movie it was that you had picked out with his hands trailing through your hair because he knew you loved it. 

the sound of knuckles rapping on the trailer door drags your attention away from the movie, and it's not until then that you eventually pull yourself from the sheets. there was only ever one person that would come knocking so late at night, and the small "open up, my ass is freezing" that follows, only solidifies your thoughts. 

eddie was your best friend — he was also the best friend you could ever ask for — protective, compassionate, understanding. he saw the world in you, much like you did him, and it had been that way ever since you were kids. 

giggling to yourself, you straighten out the shirt you were wearing, an old one of eddie's that he no longer wore, and opened the door to see him leaning against the frame. a smirk is splayed across his lips, his unruly hair slightly damp and covered in tiny raindrops as it fell over his dewy brown eyes, and he pulls something from his back pocket. 

"wanna go for a drive?" he wriggles his brows, holding a joint between his pale fingers. 

"and by 'drive'... you mean?"

"getting high in the back of my van." he answers almost immediately. you don't respond, instead, you narrow your eyes at him for a second. the hint of a smile makes an appearance, and he takes the little roll of your eyes as a 'yes'.

you give him a light shove, though he adds to the theatrics and plays along as if it had actually hurt before inviting himself in and closing the door. "i would've come by earlier but hellfire ran a little later than i thought it would, and then i got carried away planning out next weeks part of the campaign." he plants himself on the sofa, kicking his feet up on the coffee table as you search through your basket of discarded laundry to find some pants. 

"have they worked out you're bringing vecna back, yet?" you ask, sifting to the bottom of the pile and plucking out a pair to slip on. 

"no, but dustin made a huge move tonight and i think they could be close to finding out." 

as eddie continues to relay the events that had unfolded at hellfire, you head to your room to grab a jacket, though upon your return, you notice he had suddenly gone quiet. there wasn't but a murmur or an utterance that fell from his lips. 

he remains on the sofa, his head lulled back against the cushions as he stares at the roof. something had shifted in his demeanour. his eyes no longer sparkled with passion like they had only moments ago, and his ever-so-lovable smirk had disappeared.

"you okay, eds?" you ask, adorning a now worrisome frown, and you sit on your side to face him. your knee hits his thigh, and the chain on his pants clangs together, but he doesn't answer, his mind a million miles away. "eds?" you poke him gently. 

"hmm, what?" he clicks back to reality, eyes wide when he sees you're beside him now. he blinks back whatever had been plaguing his mind, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose, and looks to you once more. "what were you saying?"

"i wasn't saying anything, you were, and then you went quiet." you give a lopsided smile, leaning your arm against the back of the sofa to rest your head on. "what's going on inside that pretty little head of yours?"

he blushes, relishing in the way you call him pretty, and his head sinks with a sigh, "m’just thinking."

"you? eddie munson? thinking?" there's another tug at his lips, the ghost of a smile appearing before it's gone once again. he lets out another sigh, eyes avoiding you now, and that's when you know something is truly bothering him. "okay, sit. tell me what's wrong." you pat your thigh. 

obliging, eddie moves to rest his head on you, your fingers immediately finding his hair and entangling among the curly locks. ever since you were little eddie had always been an open book to you, constantly telling you what was on his mind, never keeping anything hidden. more times than not, you knew what was wrong with him before he did, but this... this seemed different. 

it takes him a moment, but eventually, he opens his mouth to speak, the gears turning in his head, "do you ever think about getting out of here?"

"out of hawkins?"

"yeah. like just packing a bag and leaving?" 

"like.. every day."

"where would you go?" he looks up at you through the shaggy mess of his bangs, a quirk in his smile as his dimples peak through now. 

you shrug, "anywhere is better than here. what about you?"

"oh, i'd pack up my van in a heartbeat. take my guitars, my tapes, my dnd stuff and just take off. don't know where, but as long as i'm on the road, i don't care." it was hard not to notice the way his eyes lit up as he spoke about hitting the road, though the pang in your chest that followed after him mentioning leaving, set a wave of fear over you. 

for so long eddie had been a part of your life, the one constant you had as you grew. it was hard to ever imagine a life without him because... you didn't want to. after spending so many years by each other's sides, running to one another in your times of need, being the only person the other fully trusted — a life without eddie would be an empty one. 

there's a flicker of fear in your eyes that eddie catches sight of before it's quickly gone. a tug between your brows as worry etches across your forehead because while the thought of leaving hawkins had crossed your mind many times, you never intended to leave eddie behind, nor would you want to. but with the roles reversed, you weren't entirely sure if you held the same amount of importance. 

this hurts even more when you take into consideration the flourishing feelings you had for him. it was bound to happen — practically inevitable — but you couldn't bare the thought of him ever finding out. 

a blanket of silence falls over the two of you, eddie's ringed fingers dancing across the material of the sofa until he reaches yours and pulls your hand towards his chest. he doesn't say anything, just fiddles with the ends of your fingers, before abruptly sitting up and turning to you. 

there was a shift in the way he was looking at you now, almost like he had something to tell you - something that was on the tip of his tongue. he prods at the sofa nervously, before planting his hands in his lap and shuffling closer to you. 

"there is one thing that i know i wouldn't be able to leave without though." he says in a way, that both confused and intrigues you. "well, i should say 'someone' rather."

"rick." you joke. 

a soft chuckle leaves him, "no. though, now that you mention it-" he stops short when you playfully hit his shoulder, an array of laughter falling from you both. "i'm kidding. i'm kidding. obviously… it’s you."

"you mean that?" there’s a coy smile on your lips, unsure if his words were sincere or if he was simply saying it to make you feel better.

his brows pinch together, "of course, i do." 

"what if… you get sick of me?"

"i could never get sick of you, you muppet." he ruffles your hair.

"what if i get sick of you?"

"I’m going to pretend that you didn’t just say that."

another silence falls over you both, smiling at one another, thinking of scenarios in your heads of the two of you on the road. iron maiden playing at an alarmingly loud volume as eddie sings along with the wind blowing through his hair, and he wears the biggest smile you had ever seen as you drive through the prettiest of landscapes.

"do you... do you ever think about... us?" he hums the question though there's a shakiness to it that you don't think he meant to let off.

"what? like hanging out? we already do that."

"no,” he exhales. "i mean... people say that you're likely to fall in love with your best friend. do you ever think like that about us?" the question takes you by surprise. did he somehow know of your feelings for him? your sudden silence seems to stir something in him. "uh, y'know what? just forget i said anything."

"no, eds," you reach for his hand but he moves it before you can. "do you think about us... like that?"

he peels himself off the sofa now, pacing a little on the other side of the coffee table, "no — i mean, sometimes. i just — mike said something that got me thinking and, i know that i shouldn't let that little shit get inside my head. but, i don't know, lately, i just can't seem to keep you… out of it."

you were unsure as to what eddie was implying — saying he couldn’t get you out of his head — did he mean it the same way you did? or did he just mean he had been thinking about you like he always did? "what did mike say?" your voice is low, almost too afraid to ask. 

"oh, he was just being a smartass as per usual,” his brows raise as he rolls his eyes. “when i said i had to check-in with you first about whether or not we could fit in an extra hellfire session this week because we had already made plans, he said ‘why is she your girlfriend now?’ of course, i denied it, but then jeff started saying that i act like we’re a married couple, or that we’re domesticated, or some shit. and then, of course, dustin just had to chime in saying that he sees the way we look at each other — what does that even mean? — and then gareth and jeff started saying all this bullshit and-“

“-eds,” the sound of his name falling off your tongue hits him like sweet honey, stopping him mid-ramble as his head whips back to you. you stand to join him around the other side of the table, his eyes watching you with wonderment as you slowly approach him. “… i do too.”

“you do too, what?” he asks, bemused, and it’s not until you tilt your head and raise a brow that he catches on. “wait… you do?” you nod, tracing his features as he does the same to you. his eyes illuminated by the moonlight as his bangs fall in disarray, and you reach up to gently brush them back into place. “what are you doing?”

"i wanted to see your face." you say, lowly, your hands now falling to land on his shoulders. 

"why?" he asks. 

"i wanted to see your face..." you pause briefly, a shiver of anticipation rolling down your spine. "... when i do this." you lean forward now, arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him closer. he's quick to catch on to what you meant, and he meets you halfway, pressing your lips together with pent-up urgency. 

"y/n," he mumbles your name against your lips before slightly pulling away, leaving you breathless as your chest rises and falls dramatically. "are you sure? i don't — i don't want this to ruin anything between us." he smiles through his eyes, though there's a sadness deep within him begging for reassurance. 

"what did you say to me before? about the someone you wouldn't be able to leave without?" you ask, leaving him with more questions than the ones he already had. 

he exhales, his tongue swiping across his bottom lip as his hands rest on your hips. "i said... it's you." 

"exactly." 

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

[3:17 pm]

(cw: dad!Jaehyun, children)

You turn to your daughters from your crouched position in the hallway, "remember, quiet. Like spies, ok?"

Your twin daughters nod, hands over their mouths to muffle their giggles. You all move toward the living room and more specifically, a distracted dad!Jaehyun, on the couch. Jaehyun's eyes are locked on some action movie playing, completely engrossed and unaware of the three people heading toward him.

"Go!" You exclaim. In a flash of pink and tulle Jaehyun is suddenly trapped as one daughter sits on his lap and the other sits on his feet.

His eyes widen in surprise before he laughs, "what's going on!"

"Makeover!" you all cheer.

He sighs and pretends to struggle, but he knows there's no escaping your three pairs of hands. You begin working on his hair, massaging and lightly scratching his scalp. His eyes fall shut as he lets himself enjoy the scalp massage.

One of his girls begins to paint his fingernails, when he peeks an eye open he sees that her polish of choice this time is a glittery blue. The girl on his lap begins to brush on blush on his cheeks and forehead. It actually feels pretty relaxing, even if he knows he'll look like a mess after his makeover.

He can hear random explosions from the movie as he becomes "pretty."

"Appa, you want purple or green?" The makeup artist asks.

"I want purple," Jaehyun answers, his eyes still closed.

"No, Appa wants green because the green eye shadow has sparkles like the nail polish," his other daughter adds.

"Oh yeah, green is good," the first replies. Jaehyun wants to laugh, what was the point of even asking him?

He can feel the eye shadow brush moving roughly over his eyelids and even into his eyebrows. He can feel wetness from the nail polish halfway down a couple fingers and he can feel you pulling sections of his hair into small pony tails all over his head.

"Are you girls making me beautiful?" He asks after a few minutes.

"No talking, Appa. Time for lipstick."

"Yeah, and no moving your fingers, you're messing me up!"

Jaehyun huffs out a laugh. Sure, that's what's messing her up, not her still developing fine motor skills.

"One more bow and I'm done," he hears you say.

“So beautiful! Appa’s nails are done too!” The younger of the twins adds with a clap of her hands.

He hears a hum and then, “I’m done too! I want a picture with Appa!”

“I don’t get to see myself first?” Jaehyun asks as he finally opens his eyes to fully take in the sight of his daughters in their matching princess dresses and cute buns in their hair, no doubt done by you. They had bright pink blush spread across their cheeks and a bold blue eyeshadow that went onto their foreheads. It’s an adorable sight.

You move from your spot behind the couch with your phone in your hands as the girls clamber on either side of Jaehyun. They all give you their identical smiles with a chorus of “cheese!”

You smile to stop yourself from laughing at the picture on your screen, “you all look so pretty!”

You pass the phone over to Jaehyun, who notes the matching blue glitter smeared on your own nails. As his eyes focus on the picture his jaw drops as he fights hard to keep a deep laugh from escaping him. He looks like a clown, an avant garde makeup look, maybe from far away it would look better. He instead chooses to say, “wow… I look so…”

“Beautiful!” His daughters exclaim in unison.

“Yes, that’s what I was going to say,” he replies. In response you give him a light shove to his shoulder as he sends himself the picture you took despite his thoughts on his makeover. These days with his little girls weren’t going to last forever.

[tpwk-formula1]

Lando Norris, Thin Crust, Red Sauce,Pineapple, BBQ Chicken , Vodka redbull, Sparkling Water, Coke, Yes

With a plus-size reader, if you can. I fear there's not many plus-size fics out there with lando. If you could please and thank you. 🧙‍♀️

Lee-Lee's Pizzeria Menu

thin crust brother's best friend red sauce rough sex pineapple "Look so pretty wrapped around my cock" bbq chicken “Gonna let me cum in you? I know you wanna have my baby” vodka redbull squirting sparkling water spitting coke spanking dessert yes served by Lando Norris

Lando x Plus size Fewtrell! reader

TW unprotected sex, squirting, spanking, creampie, rough Lando, talks of insecurities

WC 1600+

Y/N POV

"Love, I'm not feeling the best. I think I'm gonna stay in for the day," I tell Lando softly while he was talking to my brother about the plans for today.

"You were okay this morning, what's going on? What are you feeling?" Lando asks clearly getting worried.

"It's nothing major just think I ate the wrong thing this morning," I tell him softly not wanting the whole house to hear the conversation.

"Do you need us to get you anything?" Max asked clearly being worried. I just shake my head no before turning on my foot and heading towards Lando and I's room that we have been sharing while here on Holiday for summer break.

"Hey love, what's really going on? I can see this perplexed look on your face clearly showing me that you're overthinking something," Lando asks me after he had followed me into our room.

"No I promise I'm just having tummy issues," I continue to uphold the lie. Said lie falling from my lips far easier than it should, but I was used to faking illness to get out of something.

"Love, drop the act," Lando says softly making me groan at being caught.

"Lando, I- um- I'm just a little worried about the hike to the clay. I'm not sure I'll be able to do it as fast as the rest of you guys. Don't wanna hold you back," I tell Lando softly making his face drop in realization.

"Baby, no one cares if we have to take it slow," Lando tells me making me groan and shake my head.

"You don't get it love, you're an athlete surrounded by other athletes, your 'take it slow' is basically my sprinting," I tell him softly trying to hold back tears.

"i'm sorry. Maybe I'm not the best fit person for your lifestyle," I add softly watching Lando's face snap up and turn into a dark expression.

"Hey Max I think I'm gonna stay back with Y/N and take care of her," Lando walks to the bedroom door where he opens it and shouts to my brother.

"Okay! Maybe we can go again tomorrow if Y/N is up for it," Max shouts back before Lando is closing the door and striding towards me.

"Do not turn this into our breakup. As a couple it is our job to figure out how to make our lifestyles mesh. I don't give a fuck if you're not some Olympic athlete, I don't care if a one mile walk took us 100 years to complete, that's 100 years spent with the love of my life, so I'll be fucking damned if you think you're not 'good enough' to be with me," Lando stays while striding closer to me.

"Lan, I just think you might be happier with someone who can keep up with you and your friends," I tell him softly. I wasn't trying to argue and I sure as hell don't want to break up but it's a tough conversation we need to have.

"I've grown up with you and Max our entire life, I'm used to walking in the back with you, not because I was that slow but because even at 12 I genuinely liked you and any time I could spend with you I would," Lando tells me making me think back to when we were younger and he really would walk in the back of the pack with me always the last two to arrive. Even having Lando defend me a few times against my brother and his teasing words.

"I'm sorry I've just really been in my head a lot lately," I tell him softly making him hum and pull me into his arms.

"I know I could tell, but I thought it was cause you were stressed with work not because you had been stressing about our relationship," Lando tells me softly before placing a kiss on my forehead.

"I'm sorry for not talking to you sooner. I was just embarrassed," I admit making Lando scoff.

"I'm embarrassed that my own girlfriend was too worried to talk to me about what was bothering her pretty little mind," Lando tells me while kissing my forehead and leading us to the bed where we climb into it and throw on a random movie to watch.

Midway through the second movie Lando leans down and places a kiss on my lips and climbs into my lap.

"Lando, right now?" I questioned in a hushed tone as if anyone was still home.

"No one is here, and I need to show you who you belong to," Lando tells me while starting to pull his shirt over his head leaving me to start at his tanned chest.

Once Lando had discarded his shirt somewhere in the room he made quick work of pulling off my shirt leaving us both completely bare from the waist up.

"Fuck, love these tits so much," Lando mumbled before leaning down and sucking one of my nipples into his mouth.

"Oh, Lan," I moan softly while arching my back bringing my tits even closer to his face.

Lando pulls away and roughly flips me onto my stomach where he pulls me up by the hips so I was presenting myself to him. I was only wearing a flimsy pair of sleep shorts I had thrown on a little bit ago to get more comfortable. Lando just yanks them down my legs and lets the pool at my knees where he starts slapping my ass.

"Ow, what is that for," I whine when I feel the continued spanking.

"You need to realize how fucking beautiful you are. I'm not gonna let you walk around thinking you're anything less than perfect. So everytime you sit down for the next day, you will be reminded," lando explains with a cocky smirk.

Once Lando had reddened my ass to his liking hi quickly yanks his briefs down before roughly burying his cock into my pussy and giving me no time to adjust before he is roughly thrusting into my sopping wet pussy.

"Look so pretty wrapped around my cock," Lando groans while still keeping the brutal pace.

"So good, Lan," I whine burying my face into the pillow to try and muffle my moans but lando roughly grips on my hair and pulls me face up.

"I wanna hear your screams," Lando tells me while thrusting harder and faster to try and pull the loudest noises from me.

"Fuck," I scream out when Lando continuously hits my G-spot only bringing me closer to cumming.

"Cum for me," Lando groans when he feels my pussy clenching around his cock in anticipation.

I let go almost instantly cumming all over Lando's cock and squirting all over the bedspread.

"Fuck such a messy girl," Lando groans while helping me ride out my orgasm before he picks up the pace again.

"God, I love when you get like this," Lando groans.

Lando pulls out suddenly before he flips me over onto my back and roughly starts fucking me in missionary.

"Fuck Lando," I scream at the new angle not fully prepared for the way I was feeling Lando.

In the midst of my loud moans, I feel Lando lean down over my face before roughly spitting in my mouth. Most of it went straight down my throat but some of it sprayed my face making me whimper slightly.

"Fuck, I love seeing your tears, the way you take my cock, opening your mouth like a good slut to take my spit, fuck you were made for me," Lando groans before starting to place with my sensitive clit again.

"You're gonna cum with me this time," Lando groans while speeding up his actions making me feel the build-up of my orgasm again.

"I'm gonna cum," I warn Lando knowing I wasn't gonna be able to hold back much longer reaching the point of no return far quicker than I would have liked.

“Gonna let me cum in you? I know you wanna have my baby,” Lando groans out.

"Yes, fill me up Lando, wanna have your baby," I beg desperate to cum again.

"Cum with me," Lando groans before his hips started to falter from their rough thrusting before I feel his cum start to paint my walls making me cry out in another squirting orgasm.

"Fuck," I scream as I feel my squirt spray all over Lando and I making a proper mess out of our bedding.

When Lando and I finally come down from the highs of our pleasure Lando is softly pulling out of my pussy before watching his cum leak from my gaping pussy with a smirk on his face.

"God, I love making you mine," Lando groans before leaning down and placing a soft kiss on my forehead.

"So good," I mumble out before turning into Lando's chest for comfort.

"Did so well, gonna have to clean this up before everyone gets home," Lando tells me with a smirk on his face making me groan in embarrassment.

Lando quickly got out of bed before turning the bath on where he let it fill up before coming to get me and he gently placed me in the bath before going into the room again to clean up the bedding so we had fresh sheets for when everyone arrived back.

After about 10 minutes Lando climbs into the bath me, letting my beck rest against his chest.

"I cleaned up all the evidence of how messy you get for me," Lando tells me with a smirk clearly laced in his voice. I just groan and try to hide my face in his neck while he just laughs.

"On a real note though, next time you feel like that promise me you'll talk to me," Lando tells me softly making me turn my head to face him.

"I promise," I tell him softly before leaning up and placing a kiss on his lips.

"i love you," I tell him softly making him smile before he tells me he loves me too.

[insertdisc5]

hihi!!! i absolutely adore isat and it inspired me to start making my own rpgmaker game, so i had a quick question for you! if you haven't talked about it before, how did you personally go about finding a publisher? im pretty early in my own development process but it just seems like a daunting thing to find one :o

i hope you have a wonderful day!!! :3

I'm so good at bideo game that they came to ME (sparkles) thanks start again a prologue for showing publishers I can do game good

Here's some advice for finding publishers tho (source: I have eyes, and I've taken classes about this):

-first, ask yourself: why do you need a publisher? Money, marketing, producing, all of the above? There are lots of options out there that aren't getting a publisher. You can just hire a producer (like my producer Dora Breckinridge <3)

-have a pitch ready!!!! you can find examples of pitches online, but I highly recommend looking at the Bear & Breakfast one for example. At the very least you should have concept art, if not mockups of what the game could look like, if not actual screenshots

-making a good pitch is art. Highly recommend having someone look it over. Rami Ismail has consultations available just for that purpose and he knows his stuff (all the advice I have comes from him! I took a great class of his a couple months ago)

-once you have a pitch ready, email it to literally every publisher out there. yes I know you're making an rpg and this publisher is only looking for platformers, but send it to them anyway. They will not blacklist you for this lol, worst case scenario is that they won't look at it.

-if you get zero answers, redo your pitch. If you get a couple, that's the ticket. Look at their offers and take the best one. Only say no to the others once you got that shit signed. If you get a BUNCH of answers, it means your idea rules and you could probably self publish it and don't need a publisher. But take one anyway if you want (especially for your first game!)

-having a vertical slice is always good for pitching, but not always needed? (AKA a slice of your game that shows off the story, gameplay, etc... aka shows you know how to do this)

-once you get a publisher contract, ASK A VIDEO GAME LAWYWR TO LOOK IT OVER. NOT JUST A LAWYER. A VIDEO GAME LAWYER. ITS YOUR BABY!!! FUCKING DO IT

-you should probably add a clause about if the publisher goes down. Reminder also that the video game industry is in shambles right now. Manage your expectations

-you can also self publish. It is a thing you can do. Patreon is here. Kickstarter is here. You have options!!! If you can't get a publisher it's not the end of the world!!!!!!

-I'm just a humble dev and those are my own humble thoughts as someone who got very lucky with their publisher. Armor Games was very good to me during the dev of isat!

[planetpedri]

Sailor song — Leah Williamson.

Pairing: Leah Williamson x Fem!Reader

Summary: Everything about Leah had encaptivated you since the second you met, even more so now that she was your girlfriend, and the feeling was completely mutual.

Word count: 534

Disclaimer/s: this is wlw, fluff, gay gay gay gay gay

A/N: I am so in love with her you guys don’t get it like im genuinely so sick about it please guys like she’s my wife.

Snuggling into your girlfriend’s side with the snacks you’d just grabbed from the kitchen, your eyes zero in on the TV. “Babe, what are you watching?” You ask curiously, not recognizing what was playing on the screen.

Leah glances down at you, her arm pulling you closer. “‘Dunno, it came on the suggestion’s and I had nothing else to watch.” Her smile is full of adoration as she looks down at you, examining your face.

She did that often, look at you that is. She wasn’t always the most outwardly affectionate person, her love language consisted of staring at you with clear admiration, or cuddling when you two were alone.

You liked that though, just being together simply and casually. You weren’t that big on outward affection either, so the two of you were on equal ground when it came to that aspect.

Recently though, you’d been craving it more and more. Frequently feeling the urge to just kiss her and kiss her until you couldn’t breathe.

Leah had noticed too. Your lingering touches, your subtle grazes, the way your eyes stayed on her lips when she talked.

“Baby?” She whispers, her hand coming up to cup your cheek, thumb rubbing your flushed cheekbone.

Stomach fluttering with nerves, the good kind of course, you lean into his touch, eyelashes fluttering at the comfort. “Yeah?” You ask, quietly. Eye’s struggling to not stare at her lips, forcing themselves to stay on her eyes.

She smiles softly, “I love you, so much.” Her words were simple, yet held so much weight. Leah had said those three words, the first to say it.

And needless to say, it caught you off guard. Your breath hitched in your throat, your heart pumping twice the speed it probably should be.

“I love you, too.” You finally choke out and Leah lets out a breath of air she must’ve been holding. A look of relief in her eyes as she pulls your face closer to hers.

“May I kiss you?” She grins like a teenager. A teenager experiencing this strong of love for the first time in their life. The innocent kind, as if you hadn’t been dating for nearly five months.

A huff of laughter escapes your lips. “Yes, Leah, you may kiss me.” As soon as the words leave your mouth, Leah pulls your face to hers. Lips connecting in the purest form of affection.

Lips molten together, like you two were the only people in the world. To Leah, you were the only thing that mattered right now. You and her, lips together, solidifying everything you two felt.

Reluctantly, Leah is the first to pull away, sucking in a deep breath of air. “Fuck.” She breathes out, “we should do this more often.”

Chuckling lightly, you nodding. “I couldn’t agree more.”

“You taste like strawberries, by the way.” Leah adds, giving your lips another peck, causing a wide grin to spread across the both of your lips.

“It’s the chapstick you got me for Valentines day!” You wiggle your eyebrows, “i’m running out, though.”

Leah shakes her head in disappointment, “I guess I’ll just gave to get you more then.” She sighs, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

DTS , @halfwayhearted @spidybaby !

[ryescapades]

Hii! Can I have a request for Soshiro Hoshina with fem reader? They're both childhood friends, Soshiro as a kid made a promise that he would marry reader when they both grow up.

As they grew up as adult, both promoted in third division. Reader thinks Soshiro would forget their childhood promises and thinks it just a puppy crush, but Soshiro really mean it and fall for her as well.

sweetheart | hoshina soshiro

genre/warning: fem!reader, fluff, childhood friends to lovers, hint of angst but it's not heavy at all, reader is lowkey a little dense lol, there's like one curse word i think, not sure if i characterised hoshina correctly in this one hm a/n: kinda long fic below! listening to my fav mafiyami playlist while i'm writing this teehee also i'm bad at writing smooching scenes so don't mind me writing the bare minimum

"soshiro, i heard from your father that you want to work in the defense force... is that right?" seven year old you had asked one day when you were lounging at one of the many engawa's in the hoshina's family estate.

"oh, that! yeah, i'm gonna grow up and become an officer in the defense force! the coolest of them all, in fact!" soshiro, your best friend boasted as he threw you a wide grin. you frowned, feeling your imaginative ears drooping slightly, "but is it not scary though? what if you die fightin' the monsters? you're gonna leave me alone that way,"

soshiro's grin dropped, a pensive look marring his round, chubby-cheeked face. his little mind did quite the thinking before he turned to look at you, eyes bright and sparkling. "if so, let's get married."

you had choked on your saliva, thinking your little admiration for him had been exposed somehow. "w-what do you mean get married?!" soshiro only looked at you with a certain look, as if the answer wasn't obvious already. "well if i'm goin' to die anyways, shouldn't we be spendin' all the time we have together? that's the easier way, right?"

the way he said it sounded so simple, like learning the alphabets or understanding the sky is blue. be with him until he dies, that's what you'd understood and it did not sit well with you, so you declared, "then i want to become an officer together with you! if you die, i die!"

at that, soshiro's grin returned. "so it's settled then." you gave him a smile as a response before feigning a pout, "but you better not forget about it when we're old enough though!"

"yes, yes, i won't. i promise i'm goin' to marry ya when we grow up!"

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promises are meant to be broken.

at least, that's what you'd grown to believe now that you're an adult with a respectable yet demanding (and risky) job. promise to hang out with an old friend, only to be cancelled when duty called. promise to try out that one restaurant that was newly opened, only for it to be destroyed in a kaiju attack. promise to change the broken thermostat at your apartment, only to leave it unfixed because you're rarely ever home anyways.

and promise to be married to your childhood best friend when you're older, only for it to be forgotten by said friend.

it's pathetic, really.

why are you the only one falling, the only one whose feelings got more intense as the years went by? sometimes you even struggled with your own emotions, not knowing how to handle yourself around the one who has been in your heart for god knows too long. but knowing that he's there, still close by even to this day, soothed your pain just a little bit.

after being appointed as the third division's vice-captain, you had successfully followed in soshiro's footsteps by being scouted by captain ashiro herself to transfer into the same division, though with your average combat power, you were only at the officer level.

you've been working hard since then, of course. your captain even complimented that if you had asked of her, you could be assigned to the platoon leader position soon enough. not to add soshiro had also occurred the same thing and more, which had you blushing to the tips of your toes.

if anything, being a high-ranked officer in the same division just means being in the vicinity of your crush more often and with how you've been holding on mentally, you don't think you're ready to take on that problem as of yet.

it's not like you and soshiro grew apart. no, gods no. as a matter of fact, you two grew even closer, especially now that you're working in his division. and that's exactly the thing; you can't go a day without thinking about how attractive he looks that day, or how nice his voice is when he talks, how beautifully lethal he becomes while fighting off a kaiju or how good he's been to you the past few years. as if he wasn't when you were still a child.

however, you believe that's only because the two of you have been friends for so long. you know him— or at least you'd like to think that you do. if he holds you in the same regard that you do for him, he'd tell you himself. this is soshiro we're talking about; intuitive, easygoing yet determined soshiro. hence, if he's never brought up about that promise, it's either he all forgot about it or he simply doesn't feel the same for you.

get over this puppy crush first. that way you can fully focus on doing your job if you're ever to become a platoon leader, you think as you finish the last of your training, standing upright to wipe the sweat from your forehead.

you walk over to the shelves, about to put your weapons back in their place when a call of your name startles you. you turn around, eyes wide. "holy shit, soshi- vice captain! don't scare me like that, please. i'm holding dangerous stuff here as you can see," you chastise after seeing your best friend at the door of the training room, gesturing to the weapons in your hands as your heart thuds loudly in your chest, although this time it's not because of the earlier jump scare.

soshiro laughs. "sorry, didn't mean to surprise ya." he says. you roll your eyes playfully before you stare at him for a moment, waiting for him to voice out whatever it is that he's here for but he stays quiet, gazing back at you leisurely with his slanted eyes. you try not to flush under his scrutiny, swiveling back around to eventually put aside your weapons.

"i told ya to call me soshiro when we're alone, right? why the sudden formality?" he starts, voice tinged with a hint of teasing. "well, you are my superior. it's a must to address you properly, no?" you casually brush off. you don't notice the way soshiro's jaw uneasily move at your statement, currently too busy checking the notifications in your phone.

"anyway, are you here to train? i'll pass you the room keys if you are." you say, still not looking at him. when once again he doesn't give an immediate reply, you peer up at him with an eyebrow raised. soshiro then offers you small smile, "walk with me?" he asks instead.

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you somehow find yourself going on a stroll with your vice-captain (who's also your best friend and longtime crush) in the street just outside the tachikawa base. "any particular reason why we're out here when i should be inside taking a much needed shower after my workout?" you jokingly ask, staring at the people walking by and nodding politely towards those who greet you.

soshiro gives you a side glance, smiling. "just needed some fresh air." he simple states, making you throw out a skeptical look. "yeah, nice try. if that's the reason, you could've opened the windows in your office. you got a lot of them," you point out, nudging his shoulder which he returns, and now the two of you are having a mini nudging competition until eventually your giggles die down, "no, seriously though. why are we here, soshiro?"

the foxy eyed male exhales a small puff of air before shrugging, "maybe i've been missing you." your head spins to him, eyes blinking a few times, trying to keep your mind from thinking more of what he probably meant by that before you send a smirk his way. "hah! i knew you couldn't live without me bugging you, hm? what are best friends for, right?" you almost grit your teeth, the words feeling like venom in your mouth.

unbeknownst to you, his responding chuckle is almost reluctant. "yeah, you're right." soshiro utters. "apparently the presence of your annoying ass is crucial for me to keep livin'," he sarcastically says, making you jab at his side. "excuse me, you're annoying!" you laugh.

your eyes lock with his crimson ones, and your breath stutters at the soft, almost fond look he's wearing. "w-well, now that i'm here, surely you can go about your incoming days with no trouble!" you play it off, feeling the slight embarrassment creeping up. the fog seems to lift from soshiro's gaze as he faintly shakes his head, his smile now looking all the more cheeky. "uh-huh, i sure hope so."

"yeah, you better be! but don't come crying to me when something minimal inconveniences you or something. i'm just your friend, after all. not your mom."

"....please stop saying that,"

his slow reply had your steps faltering, taken aback. "d-did i... say something wrong?" you stammer in surprise, not expecting him to suddenly sound so... upset?

you catch sight of soshiro's downturned face, "sorry, whatever it is that i said—" you try to apologize but he instantly cuts you off, "right, you kept talkin' like being my friend is a job."

you freeze in your place, "pardon? no! that's not what i meant when i—"

you're about to snap when he interrupts you again but his next words have you recoiling in shock, "did you forget about our promise?" he asks in a low mutter.

wait, what...?

"excuse me?! i thought you had forgotten about it!" you exclaim, genuinely offended.

"i hadn't. i have never. not when—" the violet-haired man in front of you furrows his eyebrows, feeling troubled for a while before he speaks again. "not when you've been such a constant in my life, y/n. you're my one and only best friend, and i've been in love with you my whole life..." he trails off, looking away to the side in agitation.

it's quiet. the park where the two of you have arrived at a few minutes ago is silent, save for the gentle whoosh of the breeze blowing, making the leaves rustle gently around you. however, it's loud in your head. you ears feel deafening. million thoughts are running through your head, overwhelming you all at once.

hoshino soshiro... is in love with you? it's not one-sided? what, how, why, since when? have you been missing the signs all these times?

soshiro peers at you, gauging your lack of reaction. he tries to catch your gaze but the sight of your unfocused eyes and red cheeks had him smiling softly. "do i need to kiss ya to prove my feelings?"

it seems impossible but your body heats up even more, finally getting out of your previous stupor. "w-wait, what the hell! y-you can't just drop that so casually, what?! explain yourself! why didn't you tell me that sooner? especially about our promise!" you point a finger accusingly at him.

he stands with his arms behind his back, looking like the cunning fox he's always known to be with the pleased expression now growing on his face. he then takes a few steps towards you, taking your hands in his. "what else is there to say? i love you, sweetheart. and i've never forgotten that promise we made when we were younger. hm, actually... how about we make good on our words and get married right n—"

at this point, your insides are combusting with how fast your blood has been flowing in your body. "okayyy, i love you too but i think that's enough embarrassment for today!" you pull a hand away and push your palm in his direction, wanting to stop his face from getting closer.

soshiro lets out a relieved laugh, dodging away from your hand before slowly putting his forehead against yours. you glance down at his lips distractedly. "actually, you know what? maybe you should kiss me. uh, you know... as proof... or whatever," you whisper, watching the corners of his mouth tilts at the corner. "yeah? ya think so too?" he murmurs.

your little "mhm," is the only reply he needs before he leans in, connecting his mouth with yours. fireworks spark in the depth of your stomach when soshiro cradles your face affectionately, tilting his head to deepen the kiss as the two of you move in sync, wanting to etch the feeling and taste of the other's lips into your minds.

when you finally pull away, none of you make a move to get out of the embrace as he props his head back against yours, inhaling sharply. "fuck, you don't know how long i've been wantin' to do that," he groans as your lashes flutter slightly at the sound of his thick accent. he makes a move to dive in again but you suddenly grab his shoulder, putting a distance between you two.

"alright, as much as i love how this turned out, i really need to take a shower. i stink, soshiro." you grumble, reluctant to ruin the mood which makes him snicker. "okay, okay, fine. let's go back for now. i'll find ya again at dinner. how's that?" he inquires, intertwining his hand with yours as you two make your way back to the base.

"yeah, sure thing. also, does this mean i'm your girlfriend now?"

"oh? and here i thought we already established that we're married?" soshiro questions, his free hand coming up to rub his chin in exaggerated contemplation. "what? no, we didn't. stop being hasty, will you?!" you reprimand lightheartedly.

he sighs dramatically, "that so? well, i guess ya just have to stick with bein' my stinky girlfriend then."

"hey!"

©🅁🅈🄴🅂🄲🄰🄿🄰🄳🄴🅂. do not steal, translate or repost my work anywhere else !

[sturniolo04]

Mini Me- M.S.

Husband!Dad!Matt x Wife!Fem!Reader

Summary: just a collection of cute shared moments with your daughter Lily.

A/N: If you don't like the preadded name in my stories, you can either add your own name or not read it; it's up to you :)

* @spicymuffins03 wanted me to post it today*

"Lily time to go"

you yell to you daughter as you and matt finish packing everything to take for the road trip you guys were about to take to visit lily's grandparents in Boston.

"Baby girl"

you call out for your daughter again seeing you didn't get a response from your four year old. Lily eventually makes her way to the living room where you and matt were getting ready to load the car.

"momma i cant find m'shoes"

she mumbles fiddling with her fingers looking at her feet in her nike socks her uncle chris insisted on buying her.

'what do you mean mama"

matt questions as you look to see if you left anything in your bedroom.

"I I have one of m'shoes but i'dont know wher'the other one is"

"okay where was the last place you had it"

matt questions her kneeling down at her level. Lily grows quiet seeing that her answer was firm no.

" how about we check the playroom yeah you were in there last right"

Matt asks his daughter grabbing her hand leading her to the playroom and low and behold the nike sneaker she was looking for.

" did you guys find it"

you ask coming down the stairs.

"yes and daddy helped me"

you daughter giggles

"what are my two lovely girls doing"

matt asks the pair walking into the kithcen.

"i'helping momma make dinner"

your daughter responds continuing to put the cut up vegetables in the bowl. As you look at matt with a look of she's doing so good.

"oh yeah and what are we making lils"

you ask your daughter continuing to stir the noodles in the boiling pot.

"p'sta"

she slurs still intently focused on stiring the not needed to be stirred vegetables she had placed in the bowl. You shaking your head from side to side seeing she had gotten distracted from the task at hand.

"can i have a try lil"

matt asks his daughter standing next to her attempt to kneel down a little at her level. She inaudible agrees holding up a chopped up carrot to his lips as he opens his mouth eating the carrot in her hand. Lily quickly jerked her hand away because of the uncertainty of the fact she didn't know if matt was going to bite her fingers.

"is it good"

she asks matt as her eyes sparkle with hope towards her dad.

"so good baby"

he gleams kissing her forehead.

"MOMM!!"

your daughter screams as she is sitting on the couch in your guys living room.

"yes baby whats going on"

you hurriedly rush out worried.

"my tummy hurts"

lily sobs out curled up in a ball in the corner of your guys couch, breaking your heart.

"aww baby girl how bad does it hurt; what does it feel like"

you ask her kneeling down next to her at the foot of the couch running your fingers through her messy brunette hair as she continued to sob.

"like really bad"

she chokes out, hiding her face in her arms that were laying in front of her supporting her head on the couch.

"aww baby"

you coo out. You guys sit there for a minute or so as you noticed your daughter's face morphs into a very readable face.

"mom i-i gon-"

she gasps out

"you gonna throw up"

you ask her quickly as she quickly nods her head

"bathroom lets go"

you breath out as you and her make your way into you and matts shared bedroom to the bathroom.

"lily wh-"

matt trails off surprised by his daughter's and wife's entrance into the room but realizes what is going on when he hears the audibly sound of throw up spilling onto the floor, meaning she didn't quite make it to the toilet.

"lilyyy"

you gasp out seeing that she threw up all over the marble tiled floor, you knelt down behind your daughter rubbing her back and gathering the hair out of her face as she continues to release the contents in her stomach now in the toilet.

"matt"

you call out as his face appears in the doorway fo the bathroom with a concerned look, then going into the kitchen to get the cleaning supplies and returning momentarily.

"thank you"

you mouth to your husband as he simply just nods his head and kisses you and your daughters heads.

"you get it all out"

you ask your daughter as she nods her head as you gather all of her tying it away in a messy bun on top of her head.

"you wanna go lay down in mom and dads bed"

you ask as she nods her head again.

"dadd"

you daughter sheepishly squeaks out from the backseat of the car.

"yess lilyy"

matt responds dragging out the 'y' playfully with you giggling next to him in the passenger seat

"i h've to g'potty"

"okay babygirl hold on dad is going to find a potty"

you reply to her as matt changes his speed, knowing his daughter has a small bladder.

"momm i have to go potty"

your toddler drags out kicking her feet in the car seat in the back as a few minutes pass. As you turn in the passenger seat reaching your hand out to lilly for her to hold.

"i know lils almost there think about puppies to take your mind off of it"

you giggle at you toddler in repsonse.

"i cant im only thinking of water because we are going to the beach today and its not helping"

Lily whines out. As Matt and you chuckle at your daughter.

"baby lily whats going on"

you ask your now 13 year old as you rush over and sit next to her on her bed rubbing her back as she raggedly breathing.

"i-i-i d-d-dont k-knowww"

she chokes out a response

"MATT"

you call out for your husband as he come running into his daughters room coming over to the pair.

"whats going on- lily baby girl whats wrong talk to me"

matts asks her kneeling down in front of her on her bed.

"dad i-i-i cant b-b-breathe"

she sobs out as he reaches out and grabs his daughters hand pressing it against his chest

"baby girl its okay yes you can match my breathing okay"

he responds as she raggedly copies his breathing.

"i-it's not working i cant"

she chokes out.

"yes you can look in-"

you trail off taking a deep inhale with your daughter and Matt.

"and out"

you continue exhaling along with her while still rubbing her back comfortingly.

"there you go"

matt calmy states once he see she is breathing normally again.

"im sorry i dont know what happened"

"hey hey you dont have to apologize it happens to all of us"

matt coos out taking a seat next to her as she lean her head on his shoulder.

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[bones4thecats]

Whoops! I forgot to add an emoji, sorry!

I'm the anon who made the Record of Ragnarok request regarding a goddess of fortune and luck s/o. I'd like to be called 🐢 anon, please.

RoR w/ Goddess of Fortune + Luck! S/O

Characters: Poseidon, Qin Shi Huang, and Hades Requester: 🐢Anon A/N: This was a nice thing to write, each of them have their own story, which basically never happens anymore, lol. Anyways, hope you like this! And have a sparkling rest of your days/nights! ⚠️ Spoilers/Trigger Warnings for: Mentions of death, insinuated assault, SWEARING in Poseidon's part, murder, blood, and slight description of death (tiny gore warning) ⚠️

Disclaimer: The Reader is a FEMALE and based on Yaoshi (HSR)

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╚═════ Poseidon ══════════════════════════════╝

🔱 You were his beauty to his beast. While that might not be physical on his behalf, his emotionless and cold demeanor made everyone, including his own family, believe him to be a devil in an angel's skin

🔱 On average, you would visit your believers in your temple, waving each ahead before gifting them with luck and a small fortune every time. But, as your reputation grew, so did your follower's egos

🔱 Poseidon was pissed when he found out one of your long-time followers had a son whom was trying to get into your pants so you would gift him with an unbelievable fortune and unbelieving amounts of luck just for being 'yours'

🔱 He decided to visit your temple one day, stabbing his trident into the stone flooring as he walked, alerting all that surrounded the area, and making them bow in respect to the God of the Sea. Poseidon just scoffed and kept walking, not giving any human any glance, they, in his eyes, did not deserve a perfect being like himself's attention

🔱 As he strode through, he found Aphrodite and Heracles outside of your temple, watching over the many children in the surrounding garden. They smiled as they caught Poseidon walking, as he just asked for your location

"Y/N went to her chambers with this guy... I think he said his name was... Dolion?"

"Yes, that was his name Heracles. They've been gone for about 10 minutes, I was about to send Heracles to check on them, but since you're here!"

🔱 Poseidon nodded and walked to your chambers, his trident making the same clack noise as he heard a man yelling at someone, which made your husband furrow his brows slightly as he listened in

"Get out of here, Dolion."

"Oh go fuck yourself, you whore! Just manipulating my emotions like that?! Making me feel such a strong connection just for you to take it away because you're married to that bastard, Poseidon?! How could you?!"

"Dolion. I will not tell you again. Get the fuck out."

"Don't tell me you never felt the connection with me, Goddess of Fortune and Luck? Come on, Y/N."

"You have no right to call me by that name. Do not make me kill you where you stand."

🔱 The sound of you screaming made Poseidon burst in the room, his trident pushing against the male's neck as you fell to the ground, your long hair pooling around your small frame on the ground

"You have five second to apologize, worm."

"Who the fuck are you?!"

"Five."

"Seriously, man! Who are you?!"

"Four."

"Oh for the love of Olympus. Answer me!"

"One."

🔱 You closed your eyes as Poseidon stabbed the man's neck, plunging his trident's three tips into the stone wall and causing blood to begin drip down the body of the now-deceased young male

🔱 Standing up and listening to your chain-wrapped foot hit the ground as you hugged Poseidon from behind, your grip tightening around his stomach, making him look back at you and breath out, providing your ears with the familiar echo of his breathing. He then grabbed your arm and wrapped his own around your midsection, keeping you in a protective grasp

"Thank you, 'Seidon."

"Hmm."

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╚═════ Qin Shi Huang ═══════════════════════════╝

👑 Qin Shi Huang knew that you and him being in a relationship was bound to start some kind of controversy within the Einherjar, as they distrusted pretty much any God they came across. Yep, that means they distrusted Buddha for quite a while

👑 You merely sat up with the rest of the fighters as Qin fought, and you smiled gently as Hades walked in, causing Leonidas to look at you with narrowed eyes

"What are you smiling at, Goddess?"

👑 Chuckling at his animosity, you reached outwards, pointing towards the tall, white-haired God of the Dead before speaking up again

"That man caused many issues between me and my old human friend, Tamaki. Honestly, seeing such an enemy fight against my husband is a fight I cannot tear my eyes from for a second."

👑 Kojiro smiled as you spoke, looking back down at the Emperor. He then looked at you and asked you how you had met the royal and gotten into a relationship, after all, being a Goddess of such a high-caliber in the Shinto Pantheon must have been hard to deal with a human

"It's quite the detailed story. But if you wish to know so badly, Sasaki, I shall tell you the shortened version."

👑 The others adjusted their positions to listen to you, curiosity spread through their tough and chiseled forms as you began to speak, recanting your love story with your husband

"One night, I had decided to take a walk through a garden, but this garden was owned by the Emperor's family. It was there that I noticed a young man walking around, a blindfold over his eyes, much to my confusion at the time. I walked to the man and asked him if he could see and needed assistance, the man, whom I later learned to be Qin Shi Huang, had merely waved me off with a smile before asking if I needed help since he never saw me around the building."

"Wait- he can see through that thing?" Buddha asked.

"Correct, Buddha. But, after I left, I had given him a peony and a orchid. The peony, in Chinese culture, stands for good fortune, while the orchid stands for wealth and fortune. I began to come by nearly weekly, which allowed us to grow closely before he proposed and we married. I revealed my identity as a divine being a mere few days before he proposed, so imagine my shock when he asked for my hand in marriage!"

👑 The others chuckled as you finished your story, allowing you to look back down as your husband readied his form for the fight. You allowed a single tear to fall down from your eye, but before it hit the ground, you picked it up and tossed it onto the ground, making a four-leaf clover pop up from the flooring. Grabbing it, you blew it to your husband, in your own, silent way to wish him luck in the battle for Humanity's safety

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╚═════ Hades ════════════════════════════════╝

💀 As you pat the young deity's head, your husband watched from a distance. You had been bonding with Zeus' family a lot more after the birth of Ares, his youngest brother's oldest son, and after Hermes' birth, you had just doubled down on your Auntie-responsibilities, even as the two aged

💀 Hades smiled as you looked at the middle of Zeus' boys, using your magic to tie tiny golden fabric-strands onto his body, around the arm like a bow for Hermes, he lightly adjusted it to his style while you smiled and pat his head lightly

💀 Laughing as you saw Ares began to mess around with his father, Zeus, as he tried making a speech as if he was going to lead another army to battle, you gave one of the most beautiful smiles in Olympus

💀 Hermes then told you he needed to go visit with his mother, you nodded and allowed him to go speak to Hera. You then clasped your hands in front of your hips and walked towards your husband, stopping by his side and laying your head on his shoulder

"Good afternoon, my love."

"Good afternoon, my King of the Netherworld."

💀 Chuckling and laying his head on your own, Hades smiled gently. He could feel your welcoming and warm aura pulse through his own cold and noble one, and it was a feeling he didn't want to let go of anytime soon

"Aunt Y/N, Uncle Hades! It's good to see you both!" A voice rung out, snapping both you and Hades out of your peaceful moment.

💀 Looking back up, you saw two of your three nephews. Heracles and Ares walked up and shook their Uncle's hand while they hugged you delicately, making sure they didn't accidentally damage any of the golden accessories that dawned your figure

"It's good to see you both as well. How has training been?" Hades asked.

"Alright. Dad almost destroyed the arena last week, though." Ares answered while Heracles nodded with a tired expression.

"Well that sounds like fun, calming your father down and all." You teased, making the three guys smile and chuckle at the thought of Zeus acting like a child in need of discipline from his parents.

"Y/N!" Aphrodite yelled out, waving you over to her and her nymphs.

💀 You peered back at your husband, who just nodded and kissed your forehead, allowing you to walk over to your old friend. Aphrodite was excited about something, and he knew you were naturally a curious being

"You really love her, don't you, Uncle?" Heracles asked.

"That I do. That I do..."

[nc-vb]

DONT FORGET ROT FOR THE MALE MOANING AUDIOS

My dear, I'm going to use this ask of yours as a catalyst... All of my personal favourite ASMRs, vids, etcetera... beneath the cut. Not all of them are only male moaning! Literally just all my faves I've collected LOL.

Links will not only be audios; a majority of them are videos.

Links will be from any of the following: Twitter, the Hub, Audiomack, Soundgasm, and likely other sites, so be prepared because they're not labeled, lol. And sorry if any of the links are repeated; my bad.

BUT YES, THE MALE MOANING AUDIOS UGH 😮‍💨

BLUE TEXT MEANS NEW LINKS HAVE BEEN ADDED.

Links with sparkles are my personal faves.

Edited, more added July 21, 2023

CerberosVA Now, if y'all like your man extremely vocal, if you like whimpering, or lowkey, you like the whole subby bf thing, PLEASE, THIS MAN, I cannot recommend his shit enough. He's on twt, the hub, probably the mack; please support his official work on Patreon, if you can.

x | x | x | x | x | x | x | x | x | x | x

softxwarm (hub) This guy does both asmr and stuff with his girlfriend, but his solo ASMRs are pretty coo'. I'll just share my top three since you can just sift through his videos, anyway.

one (video; solo) | two (video; solo) | three (video; solo)

moonxx911 (twt) ANYTHING by this man. I won't even both being specific; I listen to his shit on repeat, rotated.

Akiradubs (hub) He mostly does character dub audios, but he has some simpler ones that I enjoy, like this one.

one (audio, gn!; sub male, ig?)

RedactedASMR I haven't gotten so deep into the lore of it, but Redacted has a whole series of ASMRs that tell long ass stories, so if you have the time, I recommend searching him out. I believe most of them are on YouTube? Personally, Lasko is my favourite (he's so cute with the stuttering, ughhhh). I'm just going to link my personal Redacted playlist I've started, rather than link specific ones. You can find him on more platforms, but I don't think his n/sfw ASMRs are on Youtube... idk.

ncvb RedactedASMR playlist (the mack)

SeikyuuVA (hub; also on the mack) Look, Seikyuu isn't everyone's flavour... there's only a couple specific ones I enjoy, just because he really goes over the top with the sounds and aggression sometimes, LMAO, and it gives me second hand embarrassment...

Lxvesickk (twt) Just found him, hehe. Just listen…

WickLuvsU (twt) His audios are... immaculate.

X | X (play these both at the same time... you're welcome.)

Video Links, general

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 ✨ | 19 | 20

21 | 22 ✨ | 23 ✨ | 24 | 25 ✨ | 26 | 27 | 28 ✨ | 29 ✨| 30 31 | 32 | 33 | 34 | 35 ✨| 36 ✨| 37 | 38 | 39 ✨| 40 ✨

41 | 42 | 43 | 44 | 45 (mmf✨)| 46 (aud✨)|

Video Links, mlm

I had to put these links in a separate post because I reached Tumblr's 100 link-per-post limit? Didn't know that was a thing. So, please find them here! There's about 80+ links.

Video Links, wlw

1 | 2 | 3

Characters Like, the fake dubs. I dunno what they're called.

Hanma Shuji (hub, audio; Akiradubs) Zhongli (hub, audio; Akiradubs) Akira/Joker (hub, audio; Seikyuu) Take this Audiomack link, too; it's my other personal playlist that has a shit ton of character ASMR dubs on it, and then some...

I'll have more to add along the way; keep an eye on the update date!

[mechaknight-98]

Gathering Episode I: What do you mean they banned crypt, dockside and jeweled lotus? (Very NSFW) FT Jiheon, Magenta

Operator’s notes: I finally did it I got to write Magenta My “Favorite Idol” for reasons you'll probably understand as the story progresses. Also @existslikepristin I finally did that lewd Gathering chapter if you still care.

I woke up to a warm and wet sensation around my crotch. I gather my wits about me to see Jiheon is riding my cock. She's all smiles as she bounced up and down. As my eyes adjust I stare at her hungrily as the layer of sweat coating her magnificent body makes her sparkle in the sunrise light. I watch as her body shines in the early morning light. Her petite breasts jiggle joyously as she continues to ride me. I reached my hand out to caress one of her breasts. She mewls as she melts in my touch.

“Yes touch me all over,” Jiheon says before cumming all over my cock. I laugh as she hops off of me.

I smile and say, “What are you just gonna leave me horny and hard?” Jiheon smirks.

“Yes because when we fuck again later I want a nice big load,”

“So, you’re just using me for my body?” I ask, my tone half-serious, half-mocking. Jiheon’s smirk widens, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she nods casually.

“Obviously,” she replies, her voice dripping with playful sarcasm. I roll my eyes and push myself off the couch, stretching dramatically.

“You know,” I begin, glancing at her sideways, “Arin and Jeewon have crushes on me. I could easily have them replace you.” I let the words hang, expecting her to bite back.

Her frown is brief before it’s replaced with another smirk. “You could,” she admits, “but you’re too altruistic for that. It’s cute.” She leans back, crossing her arms as her teasing smile grows. “Besides, who knows? Maybe I want you and Arin, or Jeewon, to get together so I can have both of you,” she adds, her voice lilting with an edge of amusement.

I blink at her, unsure if she’s joking or testing my reaction. “Wait, what?” I stammer, genuinely confused. Before I can process it further, my phone buzzes. I glance down, my eyes widening as I see the commander ban list has been updated.

I quickly open the notification, skimming through the list. “No way…” I mutter.

“What is it? The good news?” Jiheon asks, leaning forward with interest.

I nod, still staring at my screen. “Awn, I can’t believe they banned Crypt and Dockside,” she laments.

I shrug, still caught up in the news. “They were problematic cards that I’m glad are gone… sucks about Nadu, though.”

She tilts her head, her brow furrowing as her curiosity piques. “Wait, why do you say that?” she asks, her teasing tone shifting to something more genuine, eyes narrowing as if she’s genuinely trying to understand.

I turn to face her, surprised at her sudden interest. “Well, Dockside is just a better Primeval Titan, and Primeval Titan is banned, so Dockside should’ve been, too.”

Her eyes widen, intrigued but still puzzled. “Why?” she presses, clearly wanting more details now.

“Do you even know what Primeval Titan does?” I ask, raising an eyebrow. She shakes her head, looking confused but intent on understanding.

“Well,” I explain, “it’s an 8-drop or maybe 6—can’t remember right now—that, when it enters the battlefield and when it attacks, lets you search for two lands and put them into play.”

Jiheon blinks, absorbing the information. “Wait? That’s banned, but there’s so much stuff that’s stronger now.”

“Exactly,” I respond, nodding. “It’s crazy.”

She nods thoughtfully. “Okay, what about the other cards?”

“They swing the game in such a toxic way. If you’re good at the mulligan part of the game, you can get so far ahead that no one can catch up. Like that game, I won yesterday? No one had anything to stop me.” Jiheon nods, still focused on my explanation.

As we finish getting dressed to head out, she smirks and leans in, planting a teasing kiss on my cheek. “Have fun with Arin today,” she says playfully, her smirk turning sly as she watches for my reaction.

I roll my eyes, but my grin betrays me as I get up and head out. My mind still buzzes from Jiheon’s teasing. It isn’t very clear—fun, sure, but I wish she’d be clearer about where we stand. Is this just playful banter, or is there something more?

As I walk through the hallway, I spot Connor and Yunjin chatting near the elevator. They both smile when they see me.

“Yo, you hear the news?” I ask, stepping up to them. “Mana Crypt, Dockside, and Jeweled Lotus. All gone.”

They both react instantly—eyes wide, jaws dropped.

“No way!” Yunjin gasps, shaking her head in disbelief. “Dockside? That’s insane.”

Connor runs a hand through his hair, thinking it over. “Guess I gotta rework my deck… again.”

Yunjin chuckles. “Same here. I’ve been relying on Dockside way too much.” She turns to me, curious. “So, what’s your plan for updating your decks?”

I shrug, already contemplating the inevitable changes. “I guess I’ll go back to sans black. It’s been a while since I ran a clean strategy without it.”

Connor nods thoughtfully. “Oh right, you play that,” he muses. “Probably a good reset.”

“Yeah,” I agree. “Feels like it’s time.”

We step into the elevator together, the conversation drifting into potential replacements for Dockside and how the bans will shake things up. But despite the game talk, my mind keeps wandering back to Jiheon. Yunjin seems to pick up on my distraction because as we exit the elevator and walk toward the breakfast area, she gives me a knowing glance.

“So…” Yunjin starts, a sly grin creeping across her face. “What’s up with you and Jiheon?”

Connor perks up at that, clearly interested. I sigh, stuffing my hands into my pockets as we make our way to the cafeteria. “Not much to tell, really,” I say, but it sounds hollow even to my own ears.

“Come on,” Connor presses. “We’ve seen you two together. She’s practically glued to you half the time.”

I roll my eyes, though I can’t help but chuckle. “Yeah, but it’s confusing. Like, one moment she’s super close and teasing me, and the next, I have no idea what she actually wants.”

Yunjin raises an eyebrow. “So… have you asked her? Straight up?”

“I mean, not exactly,” I admit. “It’s not like she’s giving off super clear signals either. I like her, don’t get me wrong, but I just wish she’d be more direct. Tell me what she wants, you know? Then I can have the right expectations.”

Connor nods. “That’s fair. It’s tough to figure things out when the lines are blurred like that.”

Yunjin smirks. “Maybe she’s waiting for you to make the first move.”

I shrug. “Maybe. But still, I’d prefer if she were straight with me. Suppose she wants a relationship, great. If not, I’m fine with that too. But the limbo is… frustrating.”

I shrug as we enter the cafeteria. Arin waves from a table, smiling brightly. We make our way over to her, and I sit next to her, while Yunjin and Connor take the seats across.

“You’re always late,” Arin teases, nudging my shoulder lightly as I settle in. “What took you so long? Flirting with Jiheon?”

Her tone is playful, but there’s a spark in her eyes that makes me wonder if she’s being a little more than just playful.

I laugh it off, though. “Nah, just running late. Gotta keep everyone guessing, you know?”

Arin grins, leaning in slightly, her voice dropping a bit. “Well, don’t keep me guessing too long. I might lose interest.”

Her flirtation catches me off guard for a second, but before I can say anything clever, she gives me a wink and turns to grab a pastry from the tray in front of her.

Yunjin notices and smirks, glancing between the two of us. “You’ve got quite the fan club, Hiro.”

I roll my eyes, but Arin just laughs softly, clearly enjoying the banter. “Well, it’s not my fault he’s so popular,” she says with a light tease.

Not five minutes later, Dexter bursts into the room, flustered and breathless. “Guys, you won’t believe what happened yesterday!”

The sudden entrance shifts everyone’s attention, but Arin shoots me one last playful look before turning to Dexter. She moves closer to me as he begins his story.

Flashback scene

Dexter and Eunbi sit happily in his hotel room as they make out aggressively. Eunbi moans lightly as her tongue is overpowered by Dexter’s as she wraps her arms around his neck.

"I am so glad you came for me," Eunbi said smiling as she began grinding on Dexter's crotch. Eventually after a few minutes of Eunbi doing what she wanted Dexter reminds her they have a dinner date they have to get ready for. Eunbi sighs and gets ready

Dexter adjusted his cufflinks in the mirror, glancing over at Eunbi as she finished putting on her earrings. They had planned this dinner for weeks—an upscale restaurant, just the two of them, away from the chaos that seemed to follow their lives lately.

“You look stunning,” Dexter said, unable to hide his smile as Eunbi turned toward him. She wore a sleek black dress that complemented her elegant features, and her eyes sparkled with anticipation.

Eunbi gave him a playful grin. “You clean up pretty well yourself.”

They stepped out of their hotel room, arm in arm, ready to enjoy their night. The hallway was quiet, the plush carpet muffled their footsteps as they made their way toward the elevator. Dexter leaned down to whisper something to Eunbi when his eyes caught a figure ahead of them—someone moving swiftly but with a strange, almost mechanical grace.

It took a moment for recognition to settle in, but when it did, a chill ran down his spine.

“Wait…” he muttered, his grip on Eunbi’s hand tightening. “Is that—?”

Eunbi’s eyes followed his gaze, landing on the woman in the hallway. Carla Radames.

The infamous bioterrorist, known for her ties to numerous deadly outbreaks, was walking down the hall as if she were any other guest. She wore a fitted white coat, her long hair cascading behind her as she moved with a disturbing calmness. Her face betrayed no emotion, yet there was something unsettling in the way she carried herself.

Dexter instinctively stepped in front of Eunbi, his mind racing. What was she doing here? They weren’t supposed to run into anyone like Carla tonight. This was supposed to be a normal, peaceful evening.

“Should we—?” Eunbi started, but Dexter shook his head slightly, his heart pounding.

“Act normal,” he whispered. “We can’t afford to draw attention right now.”

Carla hadn’t noticed them yet, or if she had, she didn’t care. She passed them in the hallway, her cold eyes sweeping across them for a brief moment before continuing toward the elevator.

Dexter and Eunbi stood still, the weight of the moment heavy in the air. As soon as Carla turned the corner, Eunbi let out a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding.

“That was her, wasn’t it?” she asked, her voice low.

Dexter nodded, his mind still racing. “Yeah… That was Carla Radames.”

The mood had shifted, the excitement for their dinner date now dampened by the presence of someone so dangerous. Dexter checked his watch, trying to collect his thoughts. “We should report this. But not now—not here.”

Eunbi gave a curt nod, her eyes still flicking to where Carla had disappeared. “Right. We can’t let this ruin the night, though.”

Dexter forced a smile, pulling Eunbi close again. “Let’s just focus on us tonight. We’ll deal with whatever Carla’s doing later.”

But as they walked toward the elevator, the uneasy feeling stayed with them, Carla’s cold gaze lingering in the back of their minds.

End of the flashback scene

“So what do you want to do about Mrs. Radames now?” I asked, casually stirring my coffee. The group turned toward me, surprised by my lack of shock. I raised an eyebrow. “What? You thought I’d freak out?”

Connor exchanged a glance with Dexter before responding, “Well, yeah. It’s Carla Radames we’re talking about.”

I shrugged, leaning back in my chair. “I ran into her yesterday.”

That got everyone’s attention. Their eyes widened, and I could feel the shift in the room.

“Wait, what?” Connor’s voice was tense. “Were you not going to tell us about this?”

I nodded calmly. “I fully expected to kill her before it became an issue.”

Dexter stared at me, half in disbelief. “Wait… really? How?”

“Originally, I figured overwhelming violence would do the trick. But now, that’s out of the question.”

Arin, who had been silent until now, leaned in, her voice a mix of curiosity and concern. “Why not?”

“Well,” I began, glancing at Connor and Dexter, “now that you all know she’s here, I can’t just disappear for ten minutes, take care of business, and come back. These two—” I gestured at Connor and Dexter—“will want to get the BSAA and proper authorities involved.”

Connor and Dexter both flushed, glancing away, their discomfort evident.

Before the awkward silence could drag on, Yunjin chimed in, cutting through the tension. “Isn’t the point of the BSAA to stop these kinds of attacks? Why wouldn’t we involve them?”

I nodded slowly, weighing my words. “Ideally, yes. But with the speed and frequency of recent attacks, they’ve become more reactive than proactive. So, if Carla decides to start something, we might already be too late. We’ll be caught scrambling.”

The table went quiet, each of them mulling over the gravity of the situation.

Dexter broke the silence first, his voice measured. “That’s… a good point. Okay, Hiro. We’ll leave it to you.”

I gave him a nod, appreciating his trust. The rest of breakfast passed quietly, each of us absorbed in our thoughts, but the tension lingered in the air. Afterward, I prepared to head to the set, but Arin caught up with me as we left the dining area.

“Hey, Hiro, can I ask you something?”

I glanced at her, noting the hesitation in her voice. “Yeah, sure. What is it?”

She fidgeted with the hem of her jacket, avoiding my eyes. “Um, are you and Jiheon… together?”

I raised an eyebrow, curious about where this was going. “No, why?”

Arin bit her lip, her face slightly flushed. “Well… I was thinking about asking you out, but I don’t know… I feel like we’re better off as friends.”

Her words hung in the air for a moment, and I just nodded. “Okay.”

The simplicity of my response seemed to catch her off guard. She blinked at me as if expecting more, but I had nothing else to add. I wasn’t going to force something that wasn’t there.

As we parted ways, I made my way to the set, where I spotted Sakura and Siyeon chatting by the entrance. They noticed me and waved me over.

Here’s the revised version with Siyeon and Sakura inviting Hiro to a double date after filming:

“Hey, guys. How’s it going?” I greeted Sakura and Siyeon as I walked over to them.

“We’re good!” Sakura replied, her smile bright. Siyeon gave me a nod in agreement, though there was a glint in her eyes that made me think they were up to something.

“What about you?” Sakura asked, her tone laced with curiosity.

I sighed, rolling my shoulders. “Eh, I’m okay. Girl troubles, you know?”

Sakura’s smile turned sly as if she had been waiting for this moment. “Oh? Is it Jiheon or Arin?”

“Both,” I admitted with a tired grin. “Jiheon, I’m pretty sure, only wants my body. And Arin… well, she wants me to be normal, whatever that means.”

Siyeon’s eyes widened, intrigued. “Wait, Jiheon actually said that?”

“Not in so many words, but I can tell. She’s been giving off that vibe. And Arin… I don’t know. She basically said she’d rather we stay friends, but it feels like there’s more going on.”

Sakura and Siyeon exchanged amused glances, like they were in on some joke I wasn’t privy to. Siyeon gave me a knowing look, crossing her arms. “Hey, Hiro, how old are you again?”

I raised an eyebrow. “I’m Kura’s age. Why?”

They both shared a smirk, clearly entertained by the whole situation. I could practically hear the gears turning in their heads. Whatever they were planning, I wasn’t sure I wanted any part of it—but they clearly weren’t going to let me off the hook.

Before I could press further, Siyeon changed the subject smoothly. “Hey, after filming wraps up today, you should come hang out with us.”

“Yeah,” Sakura chimed in, a mischievous smile tugging at her lips. “It’ll be a double date. You, me, Siyeon, and… someone we know you’ll get along with.”

I blinked, not sure whether to be suspicious or amused. “A double date? With who?”

“You’ll see,” Sakura teased, giving me a playful wink. “Don’t worry, it’ll be fun. You need a break from all this drama.”

Siyeon nodded in agreement. “Trust us, it’ll be good for you. Meet us at the café near the hotel after filming. We’ll take care of the rest.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle at their scheming. Whatever they had in mind, it was better than dealing with Jiheon and Arin’s mixed signals. “Fine, fine. I’ll be there.”

Sakura grinned, pleased with herself. “Good! It’s a date, then.”

With that, we wrapped up our conversation, but their teasing smiles stayed with me for the rest of the day. I had a feeling this “double date” would be anything but simple. During filming, though, the thought of it somehow kept me grounded, despite everything going on.

Arin and her older bandmate, Yubin, seemed to notice my unusually calm demeanor. I caught them whispering to each other as they walked over, hesitant but curious. Arin, ever the cautious one when it came to me lately, stood just a bit behind Yubin as if using her as a shield. Yubin, for her part, held a composed expression but glanced between me and Arin, clearly aware of the tension between us.

“Hey, Hiro,” Yubin greeted, offering a smile that was polite but guarded. “Arin and I were wondering… what’s going on with you? You seem, uh, pretty relaxed.”

Arin’s eyes widened slightly at Yubin’s directness, but she nodded, adding, “Yeah, you’re not usually like this.” There was an underlying nervousness in her tone.

I smiled calmly, hands in my pockets. “Let’s just say I’ve been dealing with things. But today? It’s a good day.” My words hung in the air, and for a moment, both of them just stared, as if expecting something more. They seemed almost startled by my nonchalance like they were bracing for something darker.

“You’re sure everything’s fine?” Yubin pressed, a mix of concern and curiosity in her voice.

“Yeah, all good,” I assured her. “Just taking things one step at a time.”

Yubin nodded slowly, exchanging a look with Arin, who still appeared a bit unsure. Before either of them could continue, Magenta’s familiar voice cut through the air.

“Hey, kiddo!” Magenta strolled up confidently, a wide grin on her face. Unlike the others, she had no hesitation. She walked right up to me, ruffling my hair like I was her little brother.

I smirked, raising an eyebrow. “Magenta, you know I’m not a kid, right?”

“Oh, please. You’ll always be the little guy in my eyes,” she teased, her tone affectionate, like the favorite older sister who knew exactly how to get under my skin in the best way.

Yubin and Arin looked on, their surprise evident. Magenta’s casual and affectionate approach contrasted sharply with their earlier hesitation. It was like she had no fear, while they weren’t sure how to handle the version of me that wasn’t brooding or intense.

Magenta leaned in slightly, her voice dropping as she asked, “So, what’s going on with you and that double date Siyeon and Sakura roped you into?” I noticed Yubin and Magenta looked at me curiously at the mention of a double date.

I chuckled, shaking my head. “Let’s just say it’ll be interesting. I’m trusting them with the details.”

Magenta laughed, clapping me on the shoulder. “Good luck with that, Hiro. You’ll need it.”

The girls watched as Magenta sauntered off, leaving them with a brief wave. I could sense the shift in their mood like they were trying to reconcile the different sides of me they’d seen. Arin opened her mouth to say something, but she hesitated, seemingly unsure whether she wanted to dive deeper into whatever was going through her mind.

Before the conversation could go any further, filming wrapped up, and Jiheon approached me with that all-too-familiar flirty tone and look.

“Hey babe, so what are you up to tonight?” she asked, eyes dancing with playful intent. There was no mistaking the fact that she wanted to spend time together, but I already had plans.

“I’m going to trade some cards to get better ones, and then I’m going on a double date with Sakura and Siyeon.” I kept my tone casual, but her eyes widened slightly, clearly not expecting that. I noticed Arin and Yubin scurry off after that.

“Oh, good for you.” Her smile wavered for a second, almost like she was processing this new development. “Do you know who this mystery woman is?”

I shrugged, playing it off. “No clue. I’m trusting Siyeon and Sakura’s judgment on this one.”

Jiheon’s smile returned, but there was something calculating behind it now. “So, you’re really going on a blind date, huh? You’re full of surprises today.” She took a step closer, her voice dropping just enough to make the words feel more intimate. “I was kind of hoping I’d have your attention tonight.”

I raised an eyebrow, amused. “You know I’m not the type to cancel plans last minute. Besides, you seem to enjoy toying with me more than anything.”

She laughed softly, her fingers brushing lightly against my arm. “Maybe I do, but that’s because you make it so fun.” Her eyes gleamed as she added, “So, what about Arin? What’s going on there?”

I sighed, letting out a small breath before answering. “Well, it seems like she’d rather not have The Emperor of the Empyrean as her significant other.”

Jiheon’s eyes widened in surprise. Before she could ask the question hanging on her lips, I nodded, confirming what she was thinking. “Yep. But could you keep it on the down low? You and Ava are the only ones who know about this little secret.”

For a brief moment, fear flickered in her eyes, but then her expression shifted again, this time to something more curious, maybe even conflicted. “You’re this big, scary guy,” she said, shaking her head in disbelief, “and yet here you are, being nice to all of us. Why?”

I chuckled softly, shaking my head. “I wouldn’t say I’m completely evil… per se. Nor would I call myself particularly scary.”

Jiheon narrowed her eyes, clearly not buying it. “Okay, then. Well, I’m declaring that you’re the Temur player, and I’m the Sultai player. Because I heard the stories about the Nexo with the sword that eats fire and how you slayed 1,000 men.”

I sighed, rolling my eyes at the exaggeration. “That’s slander. Those people weren’t even alive to begin with. They were androids or corpses moved by micro-machines. No one got hurt. And for the record, my blade doesn’t eat fire—it absorbs energy.”

She smirked, clearly enjoying the banter. “Whatever. While you’re updating your cards, make one of your decks Temur, because I’m going Sultai.”

I raised an eyebrow, amused by her declaration. “You’re really getting into this, huh?”

Jiheon stepped closer, her eyes locking onto mine with a mischievous glint. “You know what? I’m going with you.”

I paused, slightly surprised. “You sure? I thought you wanted some alone time later.”

She shrugged, a playful smile tugging at her lips. “Maybe I do. Or maybe I want to keep an eye on you. Can’t have you running off with some mystery woman now, can I?”

I let out a small laugh, knowing better than to argue. Jiheon always had a way of getting what she wanted, and tonight was no exception. “Alright, suit yourself. Let’s go.”

As we walked out together, her flirtatious energy continued, her arm brushing against mine every few steps. There was something in the way she looked at me now, a mix of intrigue and something else—something that hinted at a conflict within her. Maybe she was starting to realize who I was, beyond the surface, and it didn’t quite fit with the mental image she had of me. Whatever it was, it made our dynamic even more complicated, and I had a feeling it wouldn’t be the last time we’d have a conversation like this.

As Jiheon and I made our way to the card shop, the mood between us had lightened. Her usual teasing and curiosity were still there, but after our conversation, she seemed more relaxed, maybe even intrigued. We walked into the shop, greeted by the familiar scent of cardboard and the quiet hum of shuffling cards. The shop was cozy, with a few other players scattered around, hunched over tables, deep in their own deckbuilding worlds.

“Alright,” I said, nodding toward the counter, “time to get serious.”

Jiheon followed closely as I approached the display cases, her eyes scanning the rows of cards as if trying to understand the appeal. I grinned, knowing she was in for a show. This wasn’t just some casual trade session—I had plans, and tonight was the night I started rebuilding.

“You’re really into this, huh?” Jiheon commented, leaning against the counter as I started going through the cards.

I smirked. “You have no idea.”

I began sorting through potential trades, setting aside cards I didn’t need anymore. There was something therapeutic about it—the process of letting go of the old and making room for the new. I could feel my focus sharpening as I calculated values, considered synergy, and visualized the kind of decks I wanted to build. First up, the four-color sans black deck. I had some ideas brewing.

“So, you’re dropping black altogether?” Jiheon asked, tilting her head.

I nodded, glancing at her. “Yeah, for now. Going back to basics with something more balanced. Black’s strong, but I need a reset. Something that can handle a variety of situations.”

As I sifted through the cards, I started pulling together the framework for the four-color deck. Jiheon watched me with quiet interest, her usual banter giving way to genuine curiosity. Every now and then, I’d explain a card choice, going into detail about how it would function in the new meta. I could tell she was trying to follow, even if she wasn’t fully immersed in the game. But what surprised me was how relaxed I felt. Talking about potential new commanders and combos made me feel more at ease than I had in days.

And then, there was the Temur deck—Kalamax, the Stormsire. My eyes lit up as I found a few key pieces I’d been missing. Jiheon must have noticed because she leaned in closer, watching me more intently now.

“This one’s going to be fun,” I said, pulling out the commander card. “Kalamax, the Stormsire. It’s all about copying spells and getting huge value from each turn. I’ve been waiting to rebuild this one.”

Jiheon’s eyes flickered with amusement. “You’re like a kid in a candy store right now.”

I laughed. “What can I say? Building decks is the best part. There’s so much potential, so many ways to surprise people.”

As I continued piecing together both decks, Jiheon’s demeanor softened. She wasn’t just watching anymore—she was observing. Seeing me excited about something other than the usual chaos seemed to put her at ease. Her earlier worries, the tension that had hung between us, faded as she saw this different side of me. I wasn’t the Emperor or the guy with a sword that absorbed energy. I was just Hiro, geeking out over a card game.

After an hour or so of trading, pivoting strategies, and reshuffling cards, I stepped back from the counter with two deck lists nearly complete. I felt a rush of satisfaction, knowing I was setting myself up for some seriously fun games.

“Alright,” I said, turning to Jiheon, “all done. Ready to go?”

She smiled, her posture more relaxed than it had been all evening. “Yeah, let’s go. It was actually… kinda cool watching you do all that. You really know your stuff.”

I chuckled, gathering my cards. “I’ve been at it for a while. It’s not just about playing—it’s about creating something that can stand up to anything. Kind of like… well, everything else in life.”

Jiheon nudged me playfully as we left the shop. “You’re such a nerd, you know that?”

“Yeah, but it’s part of my charm, right?”

She rolled her eyes but laughed. “I guess so.”

As we approached the meeting point where I’d be dropping off Sakura and Siyeon, Jiheon gave me a sideways glance, her expression more thoughtful than before.

“You know,” she started, her voice softer, “seeing you like that… it’s not what I expected. You’re usually so serious. It’s nice to see you enjoying something. You really come alive when you’re into something, don’t you?”

I shrugged, offering her a small smile. “I guess I do. Sometimes, it’s the little things that keep you going.”

She seemed to mull that over for a moment before nodding. “Yeah, I get that.” Then her playful smirk returned. “So, this double date. You think Siyeon and Sakura picked someone good for you?”

I grinned. “Guess we’ll find out. But hey, if it doesn’t work out, I’ve got two new decks to test.”

Jiheon laughed, shaking her head. “Good luck, nerd. You’ll need it.”

With that, she gave me a light pat on the back and watched as I headed toward Sakura and Siyeon, who were waiting for me nearby. I waved to Jiheon as she turned and walked off, her steps lighter than before. Maybe she didn’t have to worry so much about who I was—or what I was. At least for now, things felt… right.

As we left the card shop, Jiheon seemed a little quieter than usual, but I could see the wheels turning in her mind. I had mentioned making a Temur deck for her earlier, but now, it seemed like she had other ideas.

“You know,” she started after a bit of silence, “I was joking about what I said earlier, about you going Temur. But I don’t know… Maybe I want something different, something that suits me better.”

I raised an eyebrow, glancing over at her as we walked. “Different how?”

She smiled slightly, giving me a sideways glance. “Sultai. I want to try Sultai.”

I couldn’t help but grin. Jiheon had a competitive streak, but Sultai was a more control-heavy color combo, focused on getting value from resources in the graveyard and making strategic plays. It was a perfect match for someone who liked to outthink and outlast their opponents—just like her.

“Alright,” I said, turning toward her, “Sultai it is. Got a commander in mind?”

She thought for a second before asking, “What’s that one you mentioned before? Muldrotha?”

I nodded, impressed with her memory. “Yeah, Muldrotha, the Gravetide. She’s a powerhouse in Sultai. Every turn, you can cast a permanent from your graveyard—creatures, artifacts, enchantments. It’s all about getting value from what’s already gone, basically never running out of resources.”

Jiheon’s eyes lit up. “That sounds like my kind of thing.”

“Alright, let’s do it,” I said, pulling out my phone to jot down a quick deck idea. “We can build around Muldrotha—lots of cards that fill the graveyard, plenty of recursion, and some control to keep things under wraps. It’ll be a strong mid-to-late game deck. Plus, with Sultai, you’ve got access to some great green ramp and blue control.”

As we brainstormed, Jiheon’s excitement grew. She didn’t just want to play to win—she wanted to build something that fit her personality, something powerful but methodical. We made a quick detour back to the card shop, where I helped her pick out some of the core cards for the deck.

“You’re going to want a few key pieces,” I explained, showing her some of the best cards for a Muldrotha build. “Things like Sakura-Tribe Elder for ramp, Satyr Wayfinder to fill your graveyard, and cards like Eternal Witness to get things back if you need them. And of course, you’ll want some big, nasty creatures to bring back from the grave. Maybe Tatyova, Benthic Druid to gain life and draw cards every time you play a land.”

Jiheon nodded, soaking it all in. “Okay, so I’m getting the hang of this. Just keep cycling through the graveyard, right? The more things I can throw in there, the better.”

“Exactly,” I said, flipping through a few more cards. “Muldrotha’s strength comes from the sheer value you can generate. You can even sacrifice your creatures or artifacts knowing you’ll just bring them back. It’s all about patience and knowing when to bring back the right cards.”

As we put together a rough deck list, Jiheon was visibly more invested, asking questions, throwing in her own ideas, and getting a feel for the kind of plays she could make. I loved seeing her engage with it—she wasn’t just tagging along anymore. She was genuinely interested in making this work.

“Alright, we’ve got a good start,” I said, sliding the decklist across the counter. “We’ll fine-tune it as you play, but this is a solid foundation.”

Jiheon glanced at the list, then back at me, her expression a mix of gratitude and excitement. “I didn’t think I’d get this into it, but now I kind of want to beat you at your own game.”

I chuckled, shaking my head. “You’re welcome to try, but Muldrotha’s no joke. Once you get the hang of it, you might actually have a shot.”

She laughed, lightly punching my arm. “You better watch out then.”

With the deck sorted, we left the shop again, heading toward the spot where I’d be meeting Sakura and Siyeon for the double date. Jiheon’s mood was lighter, and I could tell she was already thinking about how she’d play her new deck. It was nice seeing her like this—confident, excited, and, for a moment, not worried about the bigger things weighing on her mind.

As we got closer to our destination, Jiheon slowed down a little, her expression thoughtful. “You know… I didn’t expect to enjoy this as much as I did. I mean, building that deck with you—it was kind of fun.”

I smirked. “It’s more than just a game. There’s strategy, creativity, and a bit of chaos. But that’s what makes it interesting.”

Jiheon nodded, her lips curving into a small smile. “Yeah, I can see that now. And thanks, by the way, for helping me with all of this.”

“Anytime,” I said, shrugging. “Besides, if I’m gonna lose to someone, it might as well be you.”

She rolled her eyes playfully but seemed pleased with the compliment. As we approached the spot where Sakura and Siyeon were waiting, Jiheon gave me a quick pat on the back.

“Alright, nerd,” she teased, “good luck on your little blind date. I’ll be rooting for you.”

“Thanks,” I replied, giving her a mock salute. “Enjoy building that Muldrotha deck. I expect to see it in action soon.”

With a final wave, Jiheon turned and headed off, leaving me to my evening with Sakura and Siyeon. But as I watched her go, I couldn’t help but feel like we’d both come away from today with something more than just cards.

As I walked up to Sakura and Siyeon, they both gave me knowing smiles. The way they exchanged glances made me a bit suspicious, but I didn’t say anything. We made our way into the cafe, ordered, and sat down.

“Sorry, your date’s going to be a little late,” Siyeon apologized with a playful grin.

I shrugged it off, feeling relaxed for the first time in a while. “No worries. I’m just happy to hang out.”

After a few minutes of small talk, I felt a presence slip into the seat next to me, a familiar energy that instantly clicked. Before I could even turn to confirm it, I felt a light kiss on my cheek.

“Sorry I’m late, guys. Had to finish up a few things with my girls,” a bright voice said. The tone, the confidence—it was unmistakable.

I turned to see Magenta smiling at me with that trademark mix of pride and playfulness. My confusion must have been clear, because she immediately laughed, leaning in a bit closer.

“Oh, what is this handsome man doing here?” she teased, her eyes sparkling as if she had just won a game she hadn’t told me we were playing.

I narrowed my eyes slightly in confusion. “Magenta? What’s going on?”

She grinned wider, clearly enjoying my reaction. “I didn’t know we’d hit it off as well as we did, so when I found out I liked you, it was too late—because, well… I kind of put Arin and you together. But that should be fine now, right?”

I blinked, trying to process her words. “Wait, what? You liked me? And set me up with Arin?”

Magenta chuckled, leaning back in her chair with an amused expression. “Yeah, I thought you two might hit it off, but then I realized… oops, I like him too. Funny how that happens, huh?”

I stared at her for a moment, piecing it together. It made sense now—her casual teasing, the way she’d always found a way to be around me, even when Arin and I were talking. There had always been a connection, something unspoken, and now it was all out in the open.

“So… what now?” I asked, trying to keep up with her pace. “What are you looking for?”

Magenta didn’t even hesitate. Her smile grew softer, more sincere. “A boyfriend. Specifically, someone who I can dote on, have fun with, and who’ll take care of me. Someone who vibes with me, you know? Who can keep up.”

Her confidence was infectious, and I couldn’t help but match her smile. “I’d love that.”

Without missing a beat, Magenta beamed. “Well then, you’re my boyfriend now.”

I nodded, feeling that strange rush of excitement mixed with warmth. It was sudden, but in a way, it wasn’t. Magenta and I had always shared this easy, natural connection, like two pieces of the same puzzle finally clicking into place.

As if on cue, Sakura and Siyeon, who had been silently watching this whole exchange, burst into laughter.

“Oh my god, you two are so alike, it’s scary,” Siyeon said, clutching her stomach.

Sakura nodded in agreement, wiping a tear from her eye. “I told you, they’re like… the same person. It’s almost too perfect.”

Magenta gave them both an exaggerated shrug, as if to say, Well, duh, before turning back to me. She rested her hand on mine casually, her touch as familiar as it was electrifying.

“See? Even your friends approve,” she teased, leaning closer. “Now, what are you gonna do about it?”

I laughed, shaking my head at her playful challenge. “I guess I’ll just have to be the best boyfriend you’ve ever had.”

Magenta grinned, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “Oh, you better be. I’m not easy to impress, you know.”

Sakura and Siyeon continued to laugh, clearly entertained by our back-and-forth. They didn’t need to say it, but it was obvious they had planned this whole thing. They had seen what Magenta and I hadn’t—or maybe what we had both been ignoring.

“Just so you know,” Sakura said, still giggling, “we totally called this weeks ago. We knew you two would end up together.”

“Yeah, it was only a matter of time,” Siyeon added, smirking. “You’re both way too competitive and stubborn for it to go any other way.”

I looked over at Magenta, who raised an eyebrow at me in challenge. “Guess they were right. What do you say?”

I gave her a smile, feeling more at ease than I had in a long time. “I say we make this official.”

Magenta’s grin widened as she squeezed my hand. “Good answer.”

Magneta follows this up by scooting closer and whispering into my ear. “I expect to have my hair pulled and my tits played with tonight,” I felt my cheeks burn

“That can be arranged,”

Magenta smiled happily and said, “I'm counting on it,”

As we focused back on the date the conversation between us flowed, Magenta’s hand absentmindedly drifted to my arm, her fingers lightly brushing against the sleeve of my shirt. She raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by something she felt beneath the fabric.

“Wait a second…” Magenta said with a teasing smirk as she tugged at my sleeve. “What are you hiding here, mister?”

I chuckled, lifting my arm slightly to let her roll up the sleeve. As she pulled it up, the tattoo on my right bicep became visible—bold lines depicting a drill bursting through the sky, the unmistakable symbol of Gurren Lagann.

Magenta’s eyes widened, and she let out an excited laugh. “No way. You’re a Gurren Lagann fan?”

I nodded, grinning as I watched her eyes sparkle with recognition. “Yeah, it’s one of my favorites. It’s a reminder to always push forward, to never stop fighting.”

Magenta ran her fingers lightly over the tattoo, her touch sending a slight shiver up my arm. “I love that. ‘Believe in the you who believes in yourself,’ right?”

I laughed, impressed. “You really know your stuff, huh?”

She grinned proudly. “Of course I do! I live for this kind of thing. Actually…” She paused for a moment, her expression shifting as if she had just remembered something. “What are your thoughts on SSSS.Gridman and SSSS.Dynazenon?”

My eyes lit up instantly. “You’re into those too?”

Magenta’s grin turned playful. “Oh, big time. Gridman was a trip, but Dynazenon—man, I think that one really pulled everything together.”

I couldn’t help but laugh, amazed by how easily we were clicking. “Exactly! Dynazenon gave so much more depth to the characters, and the way they handled the kaiju battles—so good. It felt like they took everything great about Gridman and cranked it up.”

Magenta leaned in, her excitement palpable. “And Gauma? Don’t even get me started. That guy was such a wildcard, but he made the show so much more fun.”

I nodded enthusiastically. “Right? And his backstory—talk about tragic. But the team dynamic was just perfect. Yume’s arc hit me harder than I expected.”

Her eyes gleamed as she continued. “Oh my god, yes. Yume’s journey from this closed-off, aloof character to someone who finally opened up—it was so well done. And those emotional moments with Yomogi? Ugh, I was dying.”

As we geeked out, our conversation shifted naturally from one topic to another, the energy between us growing more animated. Every time she brought up a new detail, I found myself even more drawn to her. She was sharp, passionate, and her enthusiasm was contagious. It was like we were building on each other’s excitement, feeding off the connection we shared through our love of anime and giant robots.

Magenta leaned back, crossing her arms with a playful smile. “So, tell me—if you could pilot one of the Dynazenon machines, which would it be?”

I raised an eyebrow, thinking about it for a moment. “Easy. Dynasoldier. You get all the mobility, plus you’re the core component for the bigger mechs. Best of both worlds.”

She laughed, clearly impressed. “Not bad, not bad. I figured you’d say that. Me? I’m going with Dynawing. I’d love to just swoop in and rain down fire from above.”

I gave her an approving nod. “That fits you. You strike me as the type who likes to make a grand entrance.”

She smirked, leaning in a little closer. “You’re not wrong. I do like to keep people on their toes.”

I chuckled, enjoying the way our banter flowed so effortlessly. “Guess I’ll have to watch out for that, huh?”

“Better believe it,” she teased, her fingers brushing my arm again, this time lingering a little longer. “So, boyfriend… do you think we’ll ever see another Gridman universe show?”

“I hope so,” I said, leaning back in my chair. “They left so much potential there. There’s a lot of lore to explore, and I’d love to see where they take it.”

Magenta nodded, her eyes still locked on mine. “Same. I think there’s more to dig into with the kaiju and how they’re connected to human emotions. Plus, I could always use more kaiju battles in my life.”

I grinned, feeling more comfortable with her than I ever expected. “You and me both. It’s not often you meet someone who can keep up with all this.”

Magenta’s smile softened, her gaze warm as she looked at me. “Well, now you’ve met me.”

Before we left the café and headed to the card shop, Genta and I were deep in conversation, our drinks barely touched as we talked animatedly about Ultraman. It started with a casual mention, but quickly spiraled into a passionate back-and-forth that drew in Sakura and Siyeon’s occasional chuckles from the sidelines.

“So,” Genta began, leaning forward with that spark of excitement I loved to see in her eyes. “Who’s your favorite Ultraman?”

I grinned, knowing we were about to dive into a real discussion. “That’s a tough one. I’d have to go with Orb, though. He’s got this perfect mix of power and adaptability with the whole fusion thing, and his backstory? Man, it hits hard.”

She nodded, clearly impressed with my choice. “Orb’s solid. The fusion aspect definitely makes him stand out, and he’s got that ‘hero on a journey’ vibe that’s easy to connect with.” Her eyes lit up, and she leaned in a little closer. “But for me? It’s gotta be Ultraman Justice. He’s got that moral ambiguity—like, is he really on the right side? Plus, his dynamic with Ultraman Cosmos is just…chef’s kiss.”

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Justice, huh? So, you like the complicated ones.”

She smirked, her voice dropping playfully. “What can I say? I like depth in my heroes. Plus, Justice has that whole ‘redemption arc’ vibe. And don’t even get me started on Ultraman Dynas. He’s so underrated.”

“Dynas is pretty great,” I admitted, nodding. “He’s got that old-school charm but still packs a punch. Not a lot of people give him the credit he deserves.”

“Exactly!” Genta exclaimed, her enthusiasm contagious. “Dynas has that ‘classic hero’ energy but with a little more grit. People always sleep on him.”

“I can respect that.” I tilted my head, thinking. “You’ve got good taste, Genta. Justice and Dynas? Those are solid picks.”

She gave me a proud smile, her fingers lightly tapping the table as she leaned back. “Thanks, but I wanna hear more about yours. You said Orb, but who’s your second favorite?”

“Victory,” I said without hesitation. “I love how he’s this fierce warrior, but he’s also deeply connected to nature, like the Kaiju are his allies, not just monsters to be beaten down. He’s a protector in more ways than one.”

Genta’s eyes widened, clearly impressed. “Victory, huh? I didn’t expect that, but it makes sense. He’s got that quiet strength and loyalty—kinda like someone else I know.” She flashed me a teasing smile, her foot nudging mine under the table.

I laughed, shrugging. “What can I say? I like the ones with a strong sense of duty.”

“I can see that,” she said, her gaze softening as she looked at me, her expression shifting from playful to something more tender. “Victory’s a good choice. It suits you.”

The compliment caught me off guard for a second, but I just smiled, feeling that easy connection between us settle even deeper. “Thanks, Genta. But hey, your picks are pretty reflective of you too. Justice? That’s got you written all over it—fierce, determined, and not afraid to make the hard choices.”

She grinned, her cheeks flushing slightly as she waved me off. “Flatterer.”

“Only when it’s true,” I quipped, making her laugh.

Sakura and Siyeon exchanged knowing glances, clearly entertained by the whole conversation. Siyeon shook her head, laughing quietly. “I love how you two can just geek out over Ultraman and make it sound like you’re talking about life philosophy.”

“Hey,” Genta said, flashing Siyeon a playful look. “Ultraman is serious business.”

“Yeah,” I added, grinning. “Heroes and their struggles? That’s basically the foundation of any great story.”

Genta’s hand brushed against mine on the table, her touch casual but electric. “You’re right about that, Hiro. And you know, if you like Orb and Victory, I’ve got a few episodes of Ultraman Justice you might wanna watch. Maybe we could… binge them together sometime?”

I glanced at her, catching the subtle invitation in her tone. “I’d like that. A lot.”

Her smile widened, her fingers tapping mine lightly before pulling away. “Then it’s a date.”

And with that, the conversation shifted, but the connection between us felt stronger than ever. Genta had this way of making even the simplest moments feel like something special, and I couldn’t wait to see where our next conversation—or date—would take us.

After we finished up at the café, Genta and I arrived at the card shop with Sakura and Siyeon tagging along. As soon as we stepped inside, the shopkeeper looked up, a knowing grin spreading across his face.

“Well, you’re quite popular today,” he said, his voice filled with amusement.

I returned his laughter, feeling a little lighter with Genta by my side. “Yeah, well, everyone’s scrambling since the Rules Committee decided to finally do their job.”

The shopkeeper chuckled. “True, but at what cost, ya know?”

I shrugged, glancing over at Genta who was already eyeing some of the card displays. “The right thing should be done regardless of the external circumstances. Those cards were never going to be healthy for the format, so they needed to go.”

“Fair enough…” He nodded in agreement, then added with a grin, “Now I get why that girl you were with earlier kept asking why you weren’t playing Temur all this time—your mentality aligns with their stand-strong-in-the-face-of-adversity vibe.”

I started to brush it off, but before I could say anything, Genta popped up in front of me, her presence assertive, her eyes sharp. “What girl is he talking about?” she asked pointedly, a fiery edge in her voice.

I could sense the subtle wave of jealousy rising off her, and honestly, it was kind of hot. The way her cheeks flushed slightly and her eyes narrowed with that intense gaze—it made my heart race a little. But I kept my cool, my tone even and reassuring.

“I was helping Jiheon earlier,” I said, watching her carefully. Genta’s possessiveness was obvious, but it was endearing, the kind of reaction that showed she cared. I tilted my head, letting a playful smile tug at the corners of my lips. “But I assure you, Genta, nothing else happened. Besides, she doesn’t like me romantically. She just wanted me for my body.”

Her eyes widened, and I couldn’t help but chuckle at her reaction. The way she was processing that statement, her jealousy quickly replaced by curiosity. “And I don’t live like that,” I added with a grin, hoping to ease her mind.

Genta’s fiery expression slowly softened, her eyes warming up as she let out a small sigh of relief. “I mean, who wouldn’t want you for your body?” she teased, her voice dropping into a flirtatious tone as she took a step closer, her fingers brushing lightly against my arm. “But I want all of you, not just the outside.”

I raised an eyebrow, feeling a little spark of heat between us. Her confidence, the way she owned her feelings and didn’t shy away from her possessiveness—it drew me in even more. “Good to know,” I replied with a smirk, leaning in a little. “Because I’m all yours, Genta.”

Her lips curled into a playful smile, her eyes dancing with mischief. “Oh, I know.”

I chuckled, enjoying the way we naturally slipped into this banter. There was something about Genta that made me feel at ease, like I didn’t have to put on any masks or pretend to be someone else. She just got me, and I liked that.

As we moved further into the shop, Genta stayed close, occasionally glancing at the different decks on display but always circling back to me. “So, what were you helping Jiheon with?” she asked, her tone a little lighter now, though still curious.

“She built originally built Magus Lucae Kane but she moved over to Muldrotha the gravetide,” I explained, grabbing a few cards from a display and thumbing through them. “I was just giving her some pointers. Nothing too serious.”

Genta nodded, clearly satisfied with the explanation. “You’ve been helping a lot of people with their decks lately, huh?”

“Yeah, I helped Sakura and Siyeon with theirs originally too. I like helping people get the most out of their builds and helping them be more in touch with said builds because while I know that commander is just a card game their is a philosophical aspect that really helps me understand others better.” I glanced at her, feeling a little proud that she noticed.

“Hmm,” she hummed, leaning against the counter, her eyes never leaving mine. “You really are something else, aren’t you?”

I chuckled, turning to her fully. “Only for you, Genta.”

She grinned, her playful energy shifting to something a little more serious. “Good. Because I don’t share well.”

I stepped closer, closing the space between us, feeling that magnetic pull that seemed to exist whenever we were together. “Neither do I.”

The tension between us was palpable, and I could feel the heat of her gaze on me, the possessiveness still there but now mixed with something deeper—something more intimate.

Sakura and Siyeon, who had been watching us from a distance, burst out laughing. “You two are ridiculous,” Siyeon teased, shaking her head.

Sakura crossed her arms, grinning from ear to ear. “Honestly, it’s like watching a slow-burn romance novel unfold in real-time.”

I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t help but laugh too, turning back to Genta. “Guess we’re a good show.”

Genta smirked, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “Well, let’s give them something to talk about.” Without hesitation, she leaned in and planted a quick kiss on my cheek, her lips soft and warm against my skin.

I blinked, surprised but definitely not complaining. “You really don’t hold back, do you?”

“Not when I see something I want,” she said with a wink, her confidence radiating as she pulled back slightly, her hand resting on my arm.

I couldn’t help but admire how easy it was with Genta. No pretenses, no games—just a real connection that flowed naturally between us. With her, everything felt simple and right.

after that we walked back to the hotel in the lobby I saw Connor anand Yunjin cuddling together. I smiled as Sakura Siyeon and I all approached them. We all sat down together

After the impromptu game Genta and I were in my hotel room watching the newest Ultraman series she was cuddled up close to me content. Her hands ambiently tracing my tattoos. As the episode winded down and we were caught up to the current series Genta got on top of me straddling my crotch. She smiled merrily.

I smiled back. She leaned in and whispered in my ears. “Touch me,” with that my self-control broke my hands went straight for her perky round tits as I massaged them. Genta moaned. Groaning she lowers my hands to her ass and says, “give me a second,” I nod as I massage and grope her equally full and perky butt. . Slowly she lifts her top up and shows me her bare breasts and they are some of the best I've seen.

“Do you like mommy’s tits?” she's asks seductively I chuckle.

“Oh you like being called mommy huh?”

Magenta nods and moans as my hands go right back to her breasts I grip them firmly and rotate my wrists in a clockwise motion as I watch her moan and grind on my crotch. I can feel her wetness through her jeans as she drips onto me. I take my hands off her tits and cup her face.

“I like all of Mommy,” I say before bringing Genta in for a kiss she greedily accepts. Her tongue dips and fights mine for dominance. She wants me to surrender to her to let her lead but her desire triggers something deep within me. This need to be her equal not submit to her so my tongue fights back and ours fight for dominance until we break the kiss.

“Can mommy suck your cock?” Magenta says as she starts kissing my neck. “Mommy just wants to dote on you all night. Pretty please Mommy will give you the best attention.” feeling her eagerness I nod and Genta smiles as she pulls down my pants. She smiles as my cock springs to life.

“Oh what a lively cock my boyfriend has,” Genta says proudly before making a slow lick of my shaft from left to right. She smiles as her tongue wraps around my head before she pokes the slit a bit I groan as the pleasure intensifies. She slowly rakes her tongue all over my cock before bobs down out. As she bottoms out and has me resting in her throat her eyes hold that same competitive fire and it ignites something similar in me. I pull her off my rod and tell her to strip.

“Oh! “ Genta yelped in surprise as her voice dropped the lurid mommy act. I got up and took the rest of my clothes off before repeating my instructions

“I said strip.” my voice was filled with lustful anger I couldn't really control. I had never been this horny before this riled up so everything about not being inside her was grating on me. Eventually Magenta nodded and stripped before bending over the bed. I grabbed her slutty waist and rammed myself into her. Magenta moaned as I bottomed out.

“Fuck. You really wanted Mommy huh?” she says as her voice takes on that same lurid tone. I pull her hair and bring her close to me. As I spoke a competitive and possessive fire raged within me.

“Yeah I wanted Mommy, I love Mommy's little slutty waist and Mommy's big tits. I relentlessly pounded into Genta. After pulling her hair I went back to groping and massaging her tits.

"You are mine all mine." I said possessively and she moaned.

"You want mommy that much?"

I growled in response, "You have no idea." I said as I kept pounding and pounding into it. I felt something build within me. Magenta moaned.

"Oh are you gonna cum."

My brain wasn't processing anything correctly and in that, I said the following, "So what if I am? Your pussy is mine and I'm gonna paint it white."

Magenta moaned enraptured then said, "Well then what are you waiting for? Do it cum in me. Mark your territory." Her words sent me over the edge as I exploded inside of her. I had never experienced an orgasm so violent so aggressive, but Magenta loved it.

"Oh god yes fill my pussy," she said as her walls milked me for more. I groaned as I kept thrusting into her prolonging both of our orgasms.

"Fuck I needed that, and by the feel of it so did you." Magenta said happily. I nodded feeling this wave of calm but also that wave of fire slowly mixing inside of me, as we fell to the bed together exhausted.

The next morning There was a knock on the door. I groggily got up and opened it to see Jiheon’s smiling face. She looked at me surprised.

“You look like you had a long night,”

I nodded and said, "what do you want?”

“Well, I wanted to know why I didn’t have access to you tonight but judging by your grogginess and presence whoever your date was is still here.”

I nod and say, “yes she is now I’m going to say this once. You’ve had your fun with me but I really like this girl and I don’t want to ruin that so our little trysts end here.” Jiheon looks shocked

“But what about us? I thought we are friends,”

I nod and quantify, “We are just without benefits.” Jiheon pouted

“She’s changed you. You’re not a doormat anymore. You're standing a little taller, a little meaner. more focused. she brings out your ferocity.”

“So did you,” I say nodding before closing the door.

I turned back to see Genta staring at me possessively. Her nude body was partially obscured by the morning darkness. She beckons me closer. I walk over to her and ease my rod inside of her drenched folds.

“Fuck. I’m still sore from last night but please fucking rail me,” she says in between moans. Her walls hold me with a death grip. I fold my girl into the mating press position and watch her lose it.

"You're so sexy! You know that right?" I say as I really dig into her tight little cunt her insides clawing at me to not leave as I thrust in and out of her methodically.

"And you're an animal but I like that. I love how deep you are inside of me. I love how you feel like you can't be outside of me for longer than a few hours because your lust demands you to take me." I grab my girl's waist and thrust harder. I watch as her eyes roll back into her head and she gets tighter.

"Oh is mommy close? Does mommy need to cum?" I tease. Magenta rasps out a moan Demanding I keep my pace. I watch her breast jiggle as I fuck her harder.

"Do it then mommy, cum for me. cum all over this cock you love so much." I encourage and Genta loses it. She screams as she squirts all over me. I smile watching her lose herself to the pleasure. Watching my girl be so thoroughly dicked that she can't even think straight. I pull out and smile as she is almost brain dead as he legs lifelessly plop down.

As I stepped out of the shower and got dressed, my thoughts drifted back to Genta. There was something about the way she smiled, that spark of mischievous energy in her eyes, that made it impossible not to think about her constantly. By the time I made it down to the lobby, there she was—leaning casually against a chair, chatting with Yunjin and Connor.

She caught sight of me and instantly brightened up, that familiar merry smile lighting up her face. Yunjin and Connor were sitting across from her, the two of them clearly engaged in some light banter. When Genta saw me, though, she perked up and came over, sitting beside me with a sleepy, content look. As she leaned into me, her body warm against mine, she slipped her hand into mine, the gesture subtle but intimate.

“Mine,” she whispered softly, her voice barely audible.

I glanced down at her, a grin tugging at the corners of my lips as I whispered back, “Yours.” She let out a quiet, satisfied sigh and rested her head on my shoulder, clearly comfortable and at ease.

Yunjin, who had been watching the whole exchange, suddenly widened her eyes in realization. Her gaze flickered between me and Genta, and it finally clicked for her. She gasped dramatically and shot up in her seat, pointing at us as if she had just uncovered the biggest secret of the century.

“Wait, wait, wait—are you two dating?!” Yunjin’s voice was a mix of excitement and disbelief, loud enough to catch the attention of a few people nearby. She beamed, practically vibrating with energy as she jumped up. “Oh my god, Hiro! You’ve got yourself a girlfriend! And not just any girl—a total beauty like Genta! I’m so proud of you, oppa!”

Her excitement was contagious, though slightly embarrassing, and I couldn’t help but chuckle as her enthusiasm bubbled over. Meanwhile, Connor, sitting beside her, shook his head with a smirk and muttered, “Yunjin, calm down. You’re acting like he just won a Nobel Prize or something.”

Yunjin ignored Connor’s comment and continued her gushing. “Seriously, you guys! This is huge! My older brother finally found a girl, and she’s gorgeous. Hiro, you really leveled up!”

Despite Yunjin’s teasing, Genta made sure her physical mannerisms spoke volumes about her claim. She subtly tightened her grip on my hand, her fingers intertwining possessively with mine. With a slight shift, she pressed herself closer to me, her body language making it clear to everyone—including Yunjin—that I was hers.

There was something so effortlessly cool about the way Genta marked her territory. She didn’t need to say a word. Her actions spoke for her. She glanced up at Yunjin with a playful but confident look, as if to say, “Yeah, he’s mine. And I’m not letting go.”

“Can’t say I blame him,” Yunjin added with a playful wink in Genta’s direction, clearly picking up on the unspoken message.

Genta smirked, her usual teasing demeanor kicking in as she leaned back slightly, still not letting go of my hand. “Well, he is a catch, but let’s not forget who’s the lucky one here.” She looked up at me with a cheeky grin, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

Connor rolled his eyes good-naturedly. “Alright, you two lovebirds. Don’t make the rest of us feel too single.”

"What are you talking about? Mr Lovebird 1 and Mrs Lovebird 2" I reply. Connor laughed as I shot Connor a knowing glance, chuckling softly, while Yunjin continued to beam. Genta, though, kept her cool—her playful confidence and the subtle possessiveness in her touch were all the reassurance I needed.

As I watched the man at the entrance being held back by the guard, I felt something was off. There was something deeply unnatural about him—the way his chest heaved with every ragged breath, the sickly hue of his skin, and the veins crawling up his neck like twisted vines. He looked… wrong.

“I’m sorry, sir, but this is not a hospital,” the guard said firmly, though his voice carried a note of concern. The man whimpered like a cornered animal. Before anyone could react, he lunged at the guard, tackling him to the ground.

Then came the sound—the most horrific, guttural noise as the man vomited forth a torrent of vile bile, an acidic, molten substance that instantly began to eat away at the guard’s flesh. His screams ripped through the lobby, sharp and agonizing, echoing off the walls like a banshee’s wail. People froze, their faces twisted in horror. But I didn’t.

I was the first to react.

In a fluid motion, I sprang up from my seat, my eyes locking onto the grotesque figure as I summoned Calibur to my hand. My blade shimmered in the light for a brief moment before I took off, sprinting toward the scene. My pulse quickened, but my mind was focused. There was no hesitation, no second-guessing. Only action.

The man—or what was left of him—turned to me, his eyes now glowing a sickly orange, his mouth drooling molten bile. He was barely human anymore, more like the infected walkers from old nightmares. His body twitched unnaturally as he lunged at me, claws swiping through the air with a feral growl.

With a single, clean slash, I severed his legs from underneath him, sending him crashing to the ground in a heap. His body spasmed, still trying to crawl toward me, leaving trails of molten bile in his wake, hissing and sizzling as it burned through the floor.

My friends moved to approach, but I held up a hand. “Stay back,” I ordered, my voice calm but carrying an edge of iron. This wasn’t something they needed to get involved in.

The creature—because that’s all he was now—continued to drag himself toward me, growling low in his throat, bile spilling from his gaping mouth. It was clear that whatever humanity he once had was long gone. His existence was pain, a twisted puppet driven by whatever malevolent force had corrupted him.

I had no intention of letting him suffer any longer.

Gripping Calibur tightly, I swung the blade in a wide arc, gathering the kinetic energy as I moved. The blade hummed with power, vibrating in my hand. With a final, decisive movement, I released that energy in a concussive wave. The impact was immediate. The wave slammed into the man with the force of a collapsing building, disintegrating him on contact. His body crumbled to ash, dissolving into nothingness.

The lobby went silent.

All eyes were on me, the weight of what had just happened sinking into the room like a heavy fog. I could feel the tension in the air as people stared, some in shock, others in fear. But I didn’t care. I sheathed Calibur and turned, my gaze landing on Dexter, who had just stepped into the lobby.

His eyes widened as they took in the scene—the guard still writhing on the floor in agony, the remnants of the creature I had just dispatched, and the scorch marks left behind by my attack. But none of that mattered. I walked toward him, my voice cold and unyielding.

“It will be okay,” I said before stabbing him in the chest. Hopefully ending his misery. I then noticed Dexter had entered the lobby and my attention turned to him.

“Where is Carla?” I demanded, my tone leaving no room for negotiation.

Dexter hesitated, clearly caught off guard by the sheer ferocity in my voice, but I didn’t give him the chance to stall. My eyes bore into him, a silent warning that I wasn’t in the mood for games. Whatever was happening, Carla was involved, and I wasn’t going to let this pass.

“Answer me,” I growled.