#tell me you don't want to pet it and I'll call you a liar

[mysecretlittlelibrary]

One Last Lesson

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: okay so there's some switching on both sides but mostly dom!Spence, oral (f receiving), age gap (reader is over 21), teasing, pet names, marking a lot, p in v sex, praise/minor body worship, yk I love some dirty talk so- that's there, multiple orgasms, riding, marking- I hope I got everything??

Genre: Just fluff, Just smut

Summary: It's been a year, Spencer is yours, but it seems someone just won't back off at the alumni gala

A/N: I wasn't planning on a Pt. 3 for this yall it was a duology lmao- I saw the demand but I had nowhere to take it; so you can thank @shan-yee because their comment inspired the continuation of this saga :)

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Spencer walks over to you and places his hands on either side of the counter you're sitting on. You're spending the night at his place and right now he's cooking dinner.

"You know, it's been almost a year now." He says kissing your neck.

"Since what exactly?" You ask him.

"Since you graduated is what I meant, but also since we made it official technically." Spencer squeezes your hand and then grabs a spatula from a drawer and walks back over to the stove.

"Oh yeah, we're a few months off from it I suppose." You hum.

"The alumni gala is this weekend. Do you- plan on going?"

"It's this weekend? Really? I didn't even realize."

"Oh." He says, his back is facing you but you're positive he's leading up to something and that answer didn't give him the lead up he was hoping for.

"Why are you asking?" You smile.

"Well I was thinking that if you were planning to go we could go together. I mean I'll be there regardless but like- it'd be nice to go as a couple. If you wanted to do that." He shrugs.

"Do you want me there Spence?" You ask.

"Of course I do. I always want you by my side."

"Then I'll go. We'll go. As a couple."

"You're sure?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" You frown. Spencer turns around to look at you.

"Well you know, I don't want you to be uncomfortable if people say-"

"I don't give a fuck what anyone might have to say. I like you Spencer, I like being with you. Nobody's random opinion is gonna make me stop feeling that way." You shrug. Spencer's eyes soften, adoration shining in them.

"Okay." He smiles.

"Oh, but when we go we should change the timeline a little." You say.

"What do you mean?"

"Instead of telling them we've been together almost a year, tell them it's only been a couple of months." You shrug.

"So if we've only been together a couple of months what's like- the rest of our story?"

"Well we can say we ran into each other at a bar a few months ago, got talking, and realized we had a lot in common- decided to see where things go and it's been great so far."

"Okay." He nods.

"I know you don't particularly like lying but it's for you. I don't want anyone doubting the ethics of our relationship and calling into question your job. So stick to that story and try not to oversell it with details. The more complex the harder it is to keep things straight."

"Well, what if they ask for details?"

"I can't imagine we'll spend a lot of time apart at the gala so chances are I'll be there to handle that for you but if you find yourself alone and they ask you something you don't want to risk complicating- just tell them 'things are still new and you don't wanna risk jinxing anything' and then find a way to change the subject to literally anything else."

"Things are still new and I don't wanna risk jinxing it- okay sure. You're a- good liar."

"I've thought about it before, in case anyone started asking questions- at least for the next few years. After a while, no one will care but you know, for now. I don't want you to lose your job or anything because of me." You shrug. Spencer walks over to you and tilts your head up to look at him. He kisses you sweetly and quickly.

"That's sweet of you to be that concerned about it but you shouldn't stress too much about my job." Spencer says.

"I know, I know, but I care about you, Spence. Of course, I'll worry about that sort of thing."

"You're so cute." He chuckles, returning to the stove to finish cooking dinner.

"Yeah, I know." You say jokingly, making him laugh harder. A few minutes later, dinner is finished and you move from your spot on the counter to the living room to eat and watch TV with him.

~*~*~

When the day of the gala comes around that weekend, you spend more time getting ready than you usually would. Your dress is a gold floor-length number with no sleeves and a dangerously high slit. You pair it with black lace gloves just because you can and your makeup is killer if you do say so yourself. Not that you have to, Spencer's reaction when he comes to pick you up is more than enough confirmation that you look drop dead.

"Woah." He breathes out, his eyes wide.

"Hello to you too Spence." You chuckle stepping into the hall and locking your apartment door.

"I- hey. You look stunning baby."

"Thanks, you don't look too bad yourself love." You wink at him as you loop your arm through his. He's wearing a black dress shirt with gold detailing which you didn't know he was planning on wearing when you picked your dress but how convenient that you match. You notice he's forgone a tie and left the top couple of buttons undone and part of you wants to skip the gala altogether, but you got all pretty so to the gala you will go.

By the time you arrive, it seems the event is already in full swing, the hall is full of familiar and unfamiliar faces between faculty, alumni, and current students- who apparently are welcome and encouraged to attend these things. In fact, you're barely there for 10 minutes before some of your former classmates get a hold of you and drag you away from Spencer. So much for being together most of the night. It's fine, you remind yourself, he's a big boy, plus he's got his script. You focus on the conversation you're part of, a few guys and girls from your department are playing catch up, everyone sharing the most important news from their lives post graduation. 

You find yourself in several more of those kinds of conversations with various groups of people over the next hour or so. Side effect of being half part of so many social groups during college you suppose. Every once in a while you steal glances at Spencer, who mostly seems to be enjoying himself with his colleagues. You know Spencer was expecting this night to be a sort of debut for your relationship at his job so you wanted to be with him most of the night but maybe this is fine, him with his people and you catching up with friendly acquaintances you haven't seen in a while.

Just as you're settling with that idea you catch Professor Greene beelining towards Spencer and you can't help the internal eye roll when she walks up to him with a megawatt smile. You split your attention between the conversation you're currently part of and Spencer's interaction with Professor Greene. With things official between you and Spencer, you're much less worried about her honestly but you watch Spencer for signs of discomfort so you can rescue him if needed. You haven't heard much of her from Spencer since your little stunt last year with the hickeys so you're surprised to see her so friendly with Spencer. When you catch her place a hand on Spencer's arm and he awkwardly breaks the contact you decide to step in.

"I am- so sorry to cut this conversation short, I just- it looks like I need to rescue my date from a conversation he absolutely does not want to be part of but I will find you again to finish this before the night ends okay?" You tell Jordan, a friend of yours who you had classes with literally every semester of university.

"Girl don't even worry about it go save your man." He chuckles waving you off.

"Thank you babes, if I don't catch you again tonight, I'll just text you." You rush out before making your way over to Spencer and Professor Greene. You keep your pace light so as to not look vexed but you reach them rather quickly.

"Spencer! There you are! I've been looking for you." You smile, placing your hands on his arm gently. He relaxes with you at his side, matching your smile with one of his own. You turn to Professor Greene, still tucked against Spencer's side. "You're Professor Greene, right? I'm y/n." You stick an arm out to shake her hand and she takes it albeit a little hesitantly.

"Have we met before?" She asks with a curious frown.

"Not formally." You smile.

"I'm- gonna grab a drink. Y/n, do you want anything?" Spencer asks.

"I'll have a mojito if they can make one. If not then I'll just grab champagne from one of the trays floating around the room." You tell him.

"Professor Greene? Would you- like anything?"

"No thanks, Spencer." She says with a tight smile.

"Okay well you two wait here, I'll be back in a sec." He says jogging off. You can't help but smile as you watch him go.

"He's so sweet." You say before you can stop yourself.

"Oh that's cute." Professor Greene says.

"Sorry?" You turn to her.

"Are you one of Spencer's students?"

"No, I've graduated. Almost a year ago now. Why do you ask?"

"Well, it's just- perhaps I'm assuming but it seems like you have a bit of a crush on him." She says and you can't help the surprised chuckle you let out.

"Excuse me?" You ask with a smile.

"I'm not judging or anything. It's cute and totally not unusual! That's why I asked if you were one of his students, I mean- not that anything would come of it but having a crush on your professor and all is pretty common despite the- taboo around it. I one hundred percent get it." She explains.

"Oh, do you? You get it? See- the thing I get is that you have a bit of a crush on that professor but I'm fucking that professor so I'm not sure you one hundred percent get it seeing as we are not in the same boat." You say, your tone deceptively cheery.

"Excuse me?" She blinks at you incredulously.

"I'm not daft Professor Greene and neither is Spencer- it's quite obvious you fancy him which is totally not unusual and not that anything would come of it but I one hundred percent get it. See you don't need to placate to me because I'm the person he came here with. I'm the person he'll be leaving with." You say. Professor Greene's eyes narrow for a moment before widening.

"Wait no you have definitely been a student of his, I remember you. A plucky thing- sat in the front row."

"Surprised I left an impression." You cross your arms.

"Spencer always seemed particularly concerned with you."

"I was his best student." You shrug.

"Oh I'm sure you were. Extra credit will do that." She scoffs.

"I didn't need to suck his dick to be the best in his class I'm just that good. We only started seeing each other a couple of months ago not that it'd really make a difference he still wasn't interested in you at any point. You'd think by now you'd get the hint." You say and she levels you with another glare.

"Did you know they make flavored mojitos? The guy at the bar asked me what flavor you wanted. You didn't mention a flavor but I know you like passionfruit so I hope that's okay." Spencer's arrival doesn't break the tension between you and Professor Greene but you shoot him a sweet smile as you take the drink from him.

"Passionfruit's perfect baby, thank you." You tell him. "I was just telling Professor Greene here about how we got together."

"Yeah, Spencer, I didn't know you had a girlfriend!" Professor Greene says with a smile that's too wide to be genuine.

"Oh! Well, yeah things are still pretty new, I haven't made it a point to go around announcing it. Plus it's not like we're close or anything." Spencer shrugs and puts an arm around you casually, pulling you closer to him.

"Well yeah I know I know it's just- well that's kind of a big deal, isn't it? A girlfriend. You've got a bit of a bachelor reputation you know." She says and you let out a sharp disbelieving laugh.

"Do I? That's news to me." Spencer looks at you with a chuckle.

"Oh you know what I mean Spence."

"Not really but I guess it doesn't matter. I'm pretty private about these things, even though I'm obsessed with her."

"Aw you're so cute." You gush with a hand on his chest.

"Well you do make quite an interesting pair. If you'll excuse me, I see Darla and I've been trying to track her down all night so I'll leave you to each other." Professor Greene dismisses herself and rushes off to start another conversation elsewhere.

"'I didn't need to suck his dick to the best in his class'? Are you insane?" Spencer turns to face you with an incredulous smile on his face.

"To be fair it didn't start there!" You say.

"Oh yeah? Give me the breakdown."

"You left and she made a snide comment about me having a crush on my professor that 'wouldn't go anywhere', I got a little snippy with her and then she implied the only reason I was one of your favorite students is because you were screwing me but like I'm smart I don't need to fuck you for an A I already had one before you even touched me so- I was basically just telling her that."

"When you say a little snippy-"

"I honestly don't think you want to know." You shake your head.

"What did you say to her?"

"TLDR, I told her she has a crush on you and I am fucking you so we're not really in the same boat which was- probably escalating but she started it by trying to patronize me." You shrug and Spencer sighs though you can see his shoulders shake in silent laughter.

"You are-" he stops to laugh again. "Incredible."

"Thank you baby." You smile.

"Honestly that was very uncomfortable but I will admit there was something... captivating about that battle of wits you had going on." His head dips to press a kiss to your neck.

"Captivating huh." You hum.

"Yeah, you're hot when you get all territorial." He smiles down at you.

"You're saying that now because this time I didn't take it out on you." You chuckle.

"I mean, I certainly wouldn't have been against walking in tonight covered in hickeys like last time." He mutters.

"Naughty boy. Keep that up and we'll have to leave early you know." You muse.

"I mean I've spoken to everyone here I need to talk to." Spencer's hand slides down over your ass for a moment.

"So worked up so quickly."

"Come on princess, let's get out of here. I owe you one hell of a thank you for dealing with Professor Greene." Spencer mutters in your ear trying to sway you.

"If we're going to leave early, you'd better make it worthwhile professor." You tell him pulling him through the party towards the exit. He stops you just outside the hall to pull you into a kiss.

"Don't I always?" He winks at you and takes the lead then, walking you to his car and helping you into the passenger side. Once he pulls out of the parking lot, you put a hand dangerously high on his leg, rubbing up and down his thigh 'absentmindedly', watching the way his fingers grip the steering wheel tighter with each passing moment. At red lights, you lean over to kiss and nip at different spots on his neck, you didn't mark him up before going out but there's no reason you can't do it now. By the time you're back at Spencer's apartment, you can tell your teasing did exactly what you wanted when he rushes you through the lobby and into the elevator. He hardly lets the elevator doors close before he corners you against one of the walls. Spencer kisses you, rough and hot, his hands gripping your upper arms.

"You'll be the death of me one of these days." He breathes out. The elevator doors open then and you drag your fingertips up his thigh with a dangerous smirk before getting off. You can hear him let out a harsh breath before he follows you to the door. Spencer unlocks the door and lets you in, barely shutting the door before he pulls you against him in another searing kiss. One of your hands tangles in Spencer's hair tugging lightly which he rewards with a grunt and a nip at your lip. Eventually, you pull away from him, grabbing his chin a bit to tilt his head out of the way of his neck.

"Hm- they're not great but- by the end of the night I'll mark you up so well it'll be like a signed my name on you." You hum kissing him again.

"Whatever you want princess. Tonight's about thanking you, any particular way you want me to show my gratitude? Because personally, I'd like to peel this dress off of you and bury my tongue between your folds." Spencer mutters, trailing soft kisses across your neck and shoulders.

"That- that sounds like a great way to start." You say.

"Perfect." Spencer pulls you down the hall into his bedroom. His hands drag down your arms, pushing the sleeves off and subsequently dropping your dress to the ground. He lets one hand grab onto yours to help you step out of the dress and immediately drops to his knees in front of you. Spencer pulls one of your legs onto his shoulders, grips the back of your thighs tightly, and buries his head between them. You jolt forward as his tongue swipes through your folds, catching your clit and you tangle your fingers in his hair to steady yourself.

"Oh god." You gasp as Spencer pushes his tongue inside you, thrusting in and out, caressing your walls all while moaning at the taste of you and the feeling of you pulling his hair. Spencer can feel your legs start to shake and tightens his hold on your thighs when he drags his tongue up to focus on your clit. "Fuck!" You squeak, actually squeak, when Spencer flicks at the bundle of nerves with practiced precision that has you trembling in his hands. 

"Spence." You moan his name in warning, your orgasm building quickly. He increases the pressure slightly, just enough to push you over the edge with a cry, your fingers tightening in his hair, holding him against you as you ride out your orgasm against his mouth. As the aftershocks of your release ease, Spencer eagerly laps up the juices flowing from you, his nose brushing your clit with each draw of his tongue. You gasp when Spencer hooks his arm under your leg still draped over his shoulder and presses his hand at the small of your back as he wraps his lips around your clit and sucks harshly on the little button. You jerk against his ministrations but his hold is steady- even as he releases your other leg to bury two fingers between your walls. He pumps the digits quickly and you can feel another orgasm building.

"Holy- shit that feels good." You whimper and you feel Spencer smile around your clit for a moment before he continues to suck on it feverishly. Spencer pulls your second orgasm from you so quickly that you don't even realize how close it is until you're screaming from the force of it. Spencer works you through it, his fingers slowing but not stopping until your walls ease up against them. He gazes up at you as he licks his fingers clean before kissing just below your belly button. He kisses his way up your body, hands trailing over your skin until he's at his full height.

"One hell of a thank you baby." You say breathlessly. Spencer laughs and leans down to kiss you, cupping your face with his clean hand. You use the time to pull his shirt free and undo the buttons, then focus on his pants, tugging off the belt and shoving the slacks down his legs. You let Spencer walk you back towards the bed and lay back when your legs hit the edge of it. You watch as Spencer finishes undressing himself and crawls over you.

"I'm not done thanking you yet princess." Spencer says kissing your neck. He lines himself up with your entrance and sinks in with one thrust. He groans against your skin at the feeling of your wet heat engulfing him. "If I believed in heaven this would be it." He breathes out and you giggle a bit. That is until Spencer cocks his hips back and rocks them into you pulling a moan from your lips effectively ending your giggle fit. Spencer sets a dangerous rhythm of sharp, deep thrusts that have your back arching off the bed.

"So good- Spence, feel so good inside me baby." You moan, your nails marking angry red lines down his back as he takes you.

"I know princess- fuck I know." He grunts reveling in the sting of your fingers clawing at him. Spencer can feel his balls tightening as you drip down his shaft and he leans back to toy with your swollen clit. The sudden extra stimulation has whines and mewls falling freely from you as your third orgasm rushes you. The feel of your walls spasming around him sends Spencer into a frenzy, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chases his own release. Your mind clears just in time to catch the signs of his impending orgasm and you muster enough strength to flip Spencer onto his back. He blinks at you in shock but only for a moment as you start riding him and his face scrunches up in pleasure. Spencer throws his head back and you lean forward to darken the hickeys you left earlier and add more as promised. He lets out a string of curses and grips the sheets so tightly you think he might tear them as you bounce up and down his length. When you feel his muscles clench beneath your hands you sit up, examining the marks now covering his neck. You're more than satisfied with them. You thread your fingers into Spencer's hair and tug, forcing him to look at you.

"I wanna watch your face when I make you cum Spence. Don't look away." You tell him sharply. Spencer tries to nod but your hand in his hair stops him.

"O-Okay. F-fuck, whatever you want- please just let me cum." He begs.

"Go ahead baby." You tell him and that's all it takes for him to let go, hot ropes painting your inner walls.

"I was supposed to be expressing gratitude here." Spencer says after a few moments of silence, when his breathing is settled.

"I feel plenty thanked don't worry love. It's way more fun having you beg me to cum anyway." You say turning your head where you lay just enough to kiss his chest. Spencer lets out a small disbelieving chuckle and you can feel him shake his head as his hand strokes down your back.

"I love you." He says.

"I love you too." You say with a smile. How lucky you are, to have your crush work out so perfectly. Although if you ask Spencer who the lucky one is he'll surely say it's him. Luck is the only explanation for him to now have the object of his desires for months in his arms like this every night. Thank goodness you called him out that day in his office, or he'd have never gotten this far.

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Part 2

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[cerisesakurainspring]

OIKAWA x READER

~~He is someone who calls you pet names~~

"Tooru, you repulsive little male mynx!!"

The chocolatey-eyed lad came running towards the bathroom, where you were screaming his name. Worry evident in his alluring features.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"You are what's wrong! I told you to put the toilet seat down." Waking up on the wrong side of the bed didn't help with the small frustration bubbling inside of you. It was a very simple house rule, and your charming husband seemed to always 'forget' about it.

The pro volleyball player relaxed his shoulder, and a sheepish smile soon replaced his concerned one.

"Sorry, gordita-chan. I'll remember that for next time." He goes closer to you for a kiss on the cheek, but you don't let him; instead, you push him into the bathroom. "I don't want you to remember. I NEED you to actually do it."

Tooru turned around and pouted at you in an attempt to be charming.

"Nope. Not gonna work on me. Clean everything here this instant. Don't forget to scrub the bathtub, too." you ordered, and when it finally registered that he called you your least favourite nickname, you crunched your nose in disgust. "And you need to stop calling me gordita!"

"Noooo," he dragged on and proceeded to squeeze your cheeks, "How can I not bring attention to your cute chubby little cheeks?? You're like a conejita, oh my cute little bunny!" Tooru started sucking at your cheeks playfully. It began to hurt, so you had to bite his wrist to stop him.

"Ouch! Okay, okay. Then, how about mi changuita?"

"What does that mean?!"

He waved his pointy finger in the air with a proud expression, "It means 'my beautiful wife!"

His mischievous smile did not go unnoticed, and you lightly kicked his shin, "Liar! It's probably another stupid sweet-nothings. I don't want it."

Tooru did not want to tell you it really meant little monkey. It reminded him of how you would desperately clung onto him like a monkey whenever he leaves for his away-games, and he'll keep calling you that until you find out the true meaning. And when you do, he'll just come up with another cute pet name for you.

"Why can't you just be like a normal husband and call me something like mi amor or mi vida?"

You notice his naughty smile ease into a sincere one, "Tu eres mi precioso tesoro, y siempre estare encantado por ti, mi cielo."

"Do I even want to know what that means?"

Tooru just looks at you lovingly and smiles his signature grin.

"You think you can get away with anything as long as you smile, huh?" You placed your hands on your waist, giving off a sassy look.

Tooru revelled in your beauty, and he couldn't help the sudden flurry of butterflies in his stomach. Though you two have been married for years now, you have never failed to tickle his heart.

"You're supposed to say you love me back. Do you not love me anymore?" The setter pouted.

You rolled your eyes at his question, "You didn't say te amo, so why would I?" You sighed in slight frustration for not understanding the Spanish sentence he uttered earlier on. "I let my love for you be the one to decide to marry you. I didn't consider how much you would drive me nuts."

There was a slight arch on Tooru's brow. "Do I really drive you crazy in every aspect of your life?"

"Very much so." You looked at him accusingly, hoping your stares reached the recesses of his soul.

Tooru leaned his body forward to meet your eyes. A slight smirk danced on his lips. A look that made you shiver in delight. Not that you would ever admit it out loud.

"Then, does that include our nightly sessions?" His voice showed a hint of tease, and you turned beet red at his suggestive question.

In shock and embarrassment, you ran out of the bathroom and closed the door, leaving your husband behind.

Laughter didn't fail to escape Tooru's mouth, and it reverberated through the door.

"You're not leaving until you clean the whole bathroom!!" You screamed in shyness and frustration.

Smile slowly eased unto your lips as you held your hand on your chest, where your heart was beating too fast.

"I'm glad I married you, mi amor." You whispered to yourself.

~~~~~

Translation:

Tu eres mi precioso tesoro y siempre estare encantado por ti, mi cielo. / You are my precious treasure, and I will always be enchanted by you, my little heaven.

This is part of a one-shot series and is available for reading on AO3 and Wattpad under Haikyuū Husbandos

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[waywardrose]

THROUGH A GLASS DARKLY 28

stranger things

eddie munson x reader

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Eddie would have to wait until his lunch break to see this new, hot, weird chick. He wondered which flavor of weird she was. Art weird? Theater weird? Band weird? Weird weird? He shrugged. He liked weird. In other words, you’re the new girl in town, and Eddie is intrigued.

note: This is it, my dudes! The final chapter. No epilogue, because I don't think this story needs it. Thank you for all your comments, likes, and reblogs! Your support has kept me going. I'll post a masterlist directly.

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Today’s volunteers had been abuzz with the news of Chief Jim Hopper’s miraculous return from the dead. The story was he’d uncovered a terrorist plot and worked with the government to thwart the radicals. Starcourt Mall had been the unfortunate backdrop of the confrontation.

It was also unfortunate a surviving radical had recognized Hopper. Since Hopper had been in danger, he’d been put in a protection program until the threat had been eliminated.

Rumor had it he’d been involved in defeating the rest of these radicals, who had something to do with Hawkins National Laboratory.

You didn’t bother to point out the specific government agency had been conveniently omitted. Same with the terrorist organization. Over sandwiches in the courtyard, Steve said Hawkins Lab had been closed for over a year when Starcourt’s fire occurred.

Nevertheless, while there had been casualties at Starcourt, they’d been few. Everyone considered Hopper a local hero.

A few volunteers discussed Eddie, too. They felt sorry for him and insisted they’d never believed those ugly rumors. Eddie was an orphan who’d been taken in by his uncle Wayne. Wasn’t that sad? Why, they’d known Wayne Munson for years! Wayne was an upright person. A veteran, too. There was no way he would’ve tolerated Devil-worship under his roof.

Those horrible classmates — bullies, really — must’ve targeted Eddie because he was different. Being different wasn’t a crime! Besides, Eddie had never hurt anyone. He performed at The Hideout with his little band all the time. One volunteer knew The Hideout’s owner, Cliff, who said Eddie was a good, if weird, kid.

You’d nodded and hummed in agreement while sorting donated home goods. There was no point in calling them hypocrites. Perhaps some of them weren’t. You wished you’d gone to that town hall meeting with your parents. Then you’d be able to pick out the liars.

On the way home in Steve’s car, Robin turned in the front seat to face you.

“You know, people want to be on the winning side. They like to think of themselves as smart enough to know who’s telling the truth.”

“But they were blinded by fear,” you said in agreement. “And looking for someone to blame.”

Steve said, “Like the pilgrims burning all the witches in Salem.”

You and Robin shared a look. He was close enough.

“Yup,” she said.

He appeared proud to have contributed to the conversation.

Robin rested her chin on her forearm.

“Eddie’s lucky you found him before anyone else.”

“Outside of the military, yeah, I guess.” You offered a bitter grin. “Who knows what they would’ve done to him if he’d survived Vecna.”

Though you don’t think he would have. Most likely, he would’ve dropped dead with the rest of the hivemind. If you hadn’t died from taking part of Vecna’s curse earlier, you might’ve shared that fate.

Steve said, “God, I’m so glad that fuckface’s dead.”

“Me too.”

“Me three,” Robin said with a grin.

Once at Steve’s, you three talked about dinner. Steve had pulled everything this morning to make a pan of baked ziti with roasted broccoli on the side. Robin made a disgusted face at the mention of a vegetable. You laughed at her scrunched nose and tongue poking out. Robin exclaimed eating broccoli was like eating green farts while Steve opened the front door.

Classical music played from the sunroom’s stereo system.

“Hey, Munson,” Steve said, projecting his voice as he tossed his keys into the bowl on the foyer table.

The music cut off, leaving a silence that felt as if you needed to pop your ears.

Robin kicked off her shoes and hung her jacket on an empty hanger in the closet. She reached for yours as Eddie jogged across the living room.

“Hey, good day?” He didn’t wait for a reply as he said to Steve, “I know this is a pain in the ass, but would you take me to my van? I want to do it before it gets dark. It’s on Coal Mill.”

“Dude, I gotta start dinner.”

Robin held up her hands when Eddie looked at her.

“No license. And the last time I tried to cook in that kitchen, I almost set everything on fire.”

Steve smirked.

“It wasn’t that bad.”

“Yeah? Tell that to your smoke detector that wouldn’t shut up for fifteen minutes.”

You snorted to hide the pang at being Eddie’s last choice and shrugged your jacket back onto your shoulders.

“I guess that leaves me.”

With a pat to your pockets, confirming you had your wallet and keys, you left the house. Eddie bumbled out the front door a minute later, swinging on a navy sport coat that was a size too big. It clashed with his green track pants and untied blue sneakers.

You kept your comments to yourself as you unlocked your car and got behind the wheel. Eddie sat in the passenger seat as you started the engine. The stereo came to life. The Sisters of Mercy simmered through the speakers. You hit the power button, cutting them off.

Sounding amused, Eddie said, “I haven’t heard that in a while.”

“I was in the mood for them the other day.”

“You can turn it back on, if you want.”

“No, it’s fine.” You shifted the car into Drive. “How do I get to Coal Mill?”

“Uh, take a left. We’ll go the back way.”

You nodded and pulled onto the street. He tied his sneakers. At the first intersection, he directed you to go left. The evening sun’s golden light flickered between the trees. This far from the nexus, the woods appeared unaffected by the poisonous ash. You mentioned it. Eddie asked how downtown was faring.

You lifted a shoulder.

“It’s like a war zone and a natural disaster had a horrible, mangled baby.”

He laughed. “Vivid.”

“There’re construction crews all over, and the school gets dusty overnight. We have to cover everything with sheets before we leave. People sleep with masks on.”

“What a nightmare.”

You nodded as you passed the turnoff to Sattler’s Quarry.

After that, the road narrowed and twisted. Eddie navigated you through more intersections and over train tracks. You passed farmhouses with fields of growing corn and pastures for cattle. He had you take a road into the woods where squat houses sat close together.

The road dead-ended with Coal Mill Road T-ing into it. Behind the houses, sunlight reflected off rippling water. He advised you to park in the gravel at the side of the road; his van wasn’t far. You found a wide, flat section and stopped the car. The peaceful neighborhood didn’t seem the place to stash a van.

You then recognized the house reflected in the rearview mirror as the one from the broadcast identifying Eddie as a suspect. That had been a shitty day. Even for you.

Eddie opened the passenger door. You blinked out of the memory, unlatched your seatbelt, and got out of the car. He was quiet as you came to his side. His grim face had you reaching for his hand.

He stiffened at the touch.

You recoiled and looked away. Rather than the quiet hurt you expected, though you were hurt, this white-hot feeling spread through you. Your jaw locked and vision narrowed. Each inhale became deliberate. You wanted to claw at his pretty face.

“Okay, what the hell is your problem?”

That pretty face became dismissive, and he stepped onto the road towards the woods.

Over his shoulder, he asked, “What do you mean, what’s my problem?”

“You’re…” You struggled to find a word as you followed, but the only one came. “Skittish. I don’t know.”

“I’m not skittish.”

A few yards down from your car, he separated two shrubs to reveal parallel tire ruts in the grass.

“You are!” You waved a hand at his back. “You are. You won’t sit next to me. You won’t touch me. Not that I expect you to be all over me, but you don’t reach for me.”

He stepped between the shrubs and held one back for you.

“I—”

“I take your hand, you flinch.” You tramped into the underbrush and onto a rut. “I sit next to you, you make sure there’s plenty of space between us. I make a move, and it’s always wrong.”

“You’re not doing anything wrong,” he said, letting the shrub go.

“Really?”

He went to the other rut. You stopped to glare at him.

Did he not see the irony of maintaining four feet of distance?

“Really?”

“I…” He frowned, though he continued walking. “I don’t want to crowd you.”

“Eddie, you’ve had your dick in me.” You resumed walking. “And I’ve never pushed you away.”

In fact, you had only pushed him away when he’d been under Vecna’s control. When it was just the two of you, the thought never crossed your mind.

He sighed.

“I’ve needed space.”

“Then tell me that. I don’t want you to feel pressured.” That heat inside you vanished. “You’re not obligated to… to do anything.”

“No, it’s not that.” He stopped and glanced at you. “I haven’t felt like myself since…”

“Yeah.”

“No, not like— It’s like…” He sighed again, his face twisting up. “There’s this emptiness.”

What could you say to that? You wouldn’t diminish his experience by saying plenty of people felt that. His was different. It wasn’t anything one could ignore or fill. You remembered dissolving into silence, and how it had swallowed everything.

You said softly, “Like a hunger.”

He met your gaze. In the sepia light and dusty shade, his brown eyes appeared darker and more vulnerable than you’d ever seen them.

“I don’t want it to touch you.”

You shook your head.

“It’s not a stranger.”

He looked away, into the trees, chin quivering. The tip of his nose turned pink. You wanted to kiss it, kiss him, make it better somehow. You took a hesitant half-step to take his hand, at least, but he walked farther into the woods.

With a deep breath, you followed a couple paces behind. The ruts curved around a dead pine and disappeared behind a thicket. Eddie knelt at the far side of the pine to dig into the rust-colored needles. An old camouflage net covered his boxy van from roof to tires.

You pushed up your sleeves while circling the van.

As you came around, he said, “Look, I know you’re too smart to believe the shit Vecna said.” He pulled something from the needles. “But I want… I want you to hear it from me—”

“Eddie.” You shook your head again. “That’s—”

“No, let me get this out. Every shitty thing he said — I said — was a lie.” The metallic jingle of keys punctuated his statement. “I don’t believe any of it. I never thought it.”

While you didn’t doubt Eddie, there was a part of you that wondered if Vecna was right. You were privileged. Your parents could afford to send you to any college. They’d even set up a savings account for you. You didn’t have to worry about a part-time job. You had a car. You’d been protected from the banal cruelty in the world. You’d taken so much for granted over the years. On top of that, you were a witch.

He straightened and looked at you.

“I don’t know how to prove it. All I got is my word.”

“No, no, I believe you,” you said, holding up your hands.

“I don’t know how I’ll ever repay you.”

“What?”

“You saved me, sweetheart.” A corner of his mouth quirked. “Kinda feels like a blood debt.”

You grinned.

“Is that a real thing?”

“I don’t know. You tell me.”

“I don’t know, but, Eddie…” You drew closer to him. “You owe me nothing. You’ll never owe me.”

The keys rattled in his hand. His gaze darted away.

You continued, “I know what I did spooked you, but I did it because I love you. And it’s okay if you don’t…”

You couldn’t finish the sentence. It was hard to breathe or think or control the swelling sob in your chest. A tear rolled down your cheek, and you swiped it away.

Eddie’s head tilted in sympathy, lips thinning. He stepped near and offered his empty hand. It was the first time he’d done that in days.

Your vision prismed with fresh tears as you grasped his hand. The callused pads of his fingers scuffed against your skin. Your sob transformed into a long exhale.

“Vecna took you from me,” you said, and sniffed back the wet clog in your nose and wiped at your eyes. “I did it because you’re mine. Because he hurt us — hurt me.” You barked a laugh. “Now that I say it out loud, I hear how fucking selfish I am.”

You met his red-rimmed eyes. He shook his head like he couldn’t accept you were selfish. Regardless of his belief, you were, but you’d try not to be with him.

You whispered, “Even if we don’t stay together, you’ll never owe me. You’ll always be special to me.”

He tugged you near and put your palm on his sternum with his hand covering yours. His chest rose and fell because he’d pushed Vecna out, because you’d brought him back. That was something you’d never regret.

His voice was a hoarse whisper as he said, “I love you too, and you didn’t spook me. Don’t… don’t hide from me.”

As gently as you could, you said, “I’m not the one who’s been hiding.”

He stared at your stacked hands.

“Jesus Christ, I’ve been fucking up so goddamn bad.” He shook his head, his hair obscuring part of his face. “I hadn’t protected you. God, I actually hurt you. I can’t give you what you deserve. I can’t even fucking graduate.”

If his last statement was an obstacle, you would’ve tripped over it.

He couldn’t graduate? That made no sense. Nothing was official yet, of course, but Dr. Owens hadn’t balked at the party’s insistence of all the seniors graduating. Had no one told him? Hadn’t it been mentioned in conversation?

“Wait,” you said, trying to remember if anyone had brought it up.

He watched you from under his bangs, eyes so fawn-like, a little furrow between his brows.

You said, “I thought Steve told you about the party’s demands.”

He angled his head.

“No…?”

“One was all the seniors graduating, regardless of standing.” You took hold of his coat’s lapel. “What did you have in O’Donnell’s?”

“A low D.”

“D’s passing.” You grinned. “You’re graduating, anyway, but you passed her class. That’s all you needed, right?”

His eyes went wide and lips parted as he nodded. You glanced at his full bottom lip while scraping your own between your teeth. You hadn’t kissed him in ages.

You stepped closer and slid your hand from his lapel.

“Congratulations,” you said before rising and pressing your lips to his.

He gasped. His lips dragged against yours. Then he jolted, pulling away.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Why would you hurt me?”

His gaze slithered from your lips to your neck to the neckline of your shirt in an invisible touch.

“What if I lose control?”

You studied his worried face in the dimming light.

“Is it the emptiness?” you asked.

He nodded, casting his gaze to the side.

You remembered how predatory Eddie had looked with the MP’s blood on his chin. That hadn’t been Eddie. Not entirely. That had been the hivemind of bloodthirsty carnivores.

“Is it…” You didn’t know how to be tactful with this. “Do you want my blood?”

His tongue worked in his mouth, licking his canine, before he said, “I don’t know.”

You cradled his jaw over the scar and eased his head forward. His focus remained to the side.

“Please, look at me.”

His irises swung to meet yours. A flicker of sunlight illuminated them cinnamon sweet. His dark lashes fluttered as he blinked.

“I know you don’t want to hurt me,” you said. “But if you want to try—”

His posture went rigid as he shook his head. His hand pressed yours tighter to his chest.

“No.”

You pressed on.

“If you want to try my blood, I’ll let you.” You grazed the corner of his mouth with your thumb. “I’m not scared.”

He closed his eyes, mouth pinching and brows furrowing.

“Honey, don’t be scared.” You stroked his cheek to his clenched jaw. “It’s just me and you here.”

“Yeah, it’s just me and you.”

You sighed.

“What, you think you can kill me? You think I’d let you? You think I don’t know my limits?”

He opened his eyes, which blazed with anger and frustration and panic.

“What if I don’t know mine anymore, huh?”

Gritting your teeth, you said, “Then we’ll discover them together.”

With your hand on his chest, you pushed him towards the van. He bumbled backwards, dropping the keys. His back collided with a dull clunk. You slid your hand from his chest to the van, boxing him in, and pressed your front along his.

“Fucking trust me.”

“I do.”

“Do you want me to kiss you?”

He nodded, throat bobbing with a swallow.

“Are you sure?”

Again, he nodded.

You closed the distance with a hand on his nape. He angled his head, lips moving counter to yours. The kiss stole your breath and thought. You ravaged, biting his bottom lip. His hands cupped your ass and drew you against him. He plundered, groaning as your tongues slid over each other.

Teeth scraped your lip, yet it didn’t frighten you. Let them break skin. You didn’t care.

Trembling hands snuck under your shirt. He pulled at your waist, making your back arch. You mewled into the kiss and plunged your fingers into his messy hair. His tentative palms skimmed up your back.

You shivered as your nipples pebbled.

You broke the kiss to whisper, “Touch me. It’s okay. I trust you.”

His eyes gleamed as he drew his swollen bottom lip between his teeth. He spread his feet and maneuvered you between his knees. The firm mound of his erection pressed into your belly. He trailed his hands down to your ass. His fingers met at the central seam of your jeans.

“You’re so hot here.”

“Because of you.”

He caught your lips in another kiss. You gripped his hair as the woods went fuzzy. His hands, more confident, skated up your ass, under your shirt, and up your sides. Cool air swept over your skin. You inhaled as he found the band of your unsexy bra. The earlier work at the school hardly warranted anything fancy.

Eddie didn’t seem to mind. A hungry noise came from his chest as he fondled the underside of your breasts through the bra. He sucked on your bottom lip, and the sensation flowed through you like water. Your nipples tightened further. Your cunt clenched.

“God, you’re so soft.”

You caressed the warm skin at his nape, saying, “I’ve missed you.”

Without waiting for a response, you kissed him. His fingers dragged across your breasts until he pinched your nipples between his thumbs and sides of his palms.

You gasped at the wicked frisson, angled your face up to catch your breath, and writhed. You pressed your hips to his, the thick seam of your jeans rasped between your legs. He rocked his erection against you. New heat zinged down to your toes.

Voice husky, he said, “Fuck, I missed you, too.”

He kissed the side of your neck. Each kiss became more open-mouthed. His tongue moved as if he tasted more than your skin. He pulled his sharp teeth across the big tendon in your neck, like he was teasing you both. The threat of a bite had your heart beating double-time and eyes rolling back.

He pinched your nipples harder, making your lower body squirm from the ache. You kept your chest and neck still as you waited to feel what he’d do. He groaned and mouthed his way to the artery under your jaw. He sucked hard at the skin there, mouth scalding. You gasped at the delicious pain.

“Jesus,” he said between pants against the sore spot.

As his saliva cooled on your skin, you swooped down to kiss him once more. His tongue slid over yours as his hands left your breasts. You held his head in place by the hair, losing yourself to the decadent back and forth.

He folded his arms around you when you held his smooth cheek. There was no panic here. There were no monsters. It was only you and him, sharing breath and touch.

“How do you feel?” you asked.

“Good.”

You stroked his cheekbone.

“That’s all that matters.”

“I didn’t… freak you out there?”

“By giving me a hickey?” You smiled with a chuckle. “No.” You brushed your lips against his. “I like wearing your mark.”

His cheeks pinked further. He made a happy sound and buried his face in your neck once more.

“Gonna give me another one, baby?”

Muffled against your skin, he said, “I might.”

Tightening your hold in his hair, you pulled his head back. He looked at you with hazy eyes. His red lips parted, breaths shallow.

“Gorgeous,” you said.

His gaze drifted to the side. He wanted to shy away, but you wouldn’t have it.

“You act like I haven’t seen you, but I have.” You traced the scar on his jaw. “And nothing’s changed for me.”

He met your eyes, his own bright with conviction.

“Me neither, I swear, milady.”

You smiled at the endearment you hadn’t heard in too long.

“Then no more hot-and-cold, good sir.”

He nodded as much as he could.

“I’m with you.”

“No half-assed crap, either. I mean it, Eddie,” you said, relinquishing your grip on his hair and lacing your fingers behind his neck.

His spine straightened as if coming to attention.

“Whole-ass-ing it from here on out.”

“Good, I like your ass.”

“I like yours, too.”

His eyes lit with mischief, reminding you of the Eddie you’d first met. The one who quoted the Scorpions during roll call, who always answered the phone, who howled during concerts.

A hand gripped the underside of your ass-cheek and gave it a squeeze. It put to mind him holding you against the cold wall behind The Hideout and fucking you with hungry desperation. You wanted that with him.

“Wanna go home and prove it?” you asked with a quirk of an eyebrow.

He gave you a toothy grin.

“Absolutely.”

He didn’t release you, nor you him, despite the blue of the sky having faded to ginger and blushing violet. Rose-gold sunlight graced the tree tops. Once gentle shadows were now hard-edged and inky.

You liked the heat radiating from under his thin t-shirt and all the evidence he was alive. He’d survived. You had as well. He must’ve had a similar idea, because he surveyed you with loving eyes.

You swayed.

“Let’s go, Muffin Man.”

He groaned and let his head flop back.

“I swear to God, that’s adorable when we were high, but you cannot say that in front of our friends.”

“Not even—”

His head shot up.

“No.”

“You didn’t let me finish,” you said with an exaggerated pout.

“Oh, well, please continue, sweet lady.”

“I was going to say, not even—” You imitated his dramatics as you said, “The Muffin of Demonic Charm!?”

He laughed. “I only like the ‘muff’ part of that.”

You backed away with a giggle, sticking out your tongue. His hands went to the sides of his head, pointer fingers out, and stuck his tongue out at you.

You said, “You won’t get any part of that out here.”

He fluttered the tip of his tongue.

“Tempting, but no.”

He spread the sport coat and posed like a centerfold to entice, hip canting to the side and his chest arched.

“Oh, if only I had a camera, baby.” You found the forgotten keys amongst the pine needles and dead leaves. “You’d make Goodwill a lot of money in their annual calendar,” you said and tossed the keys at him.

He straightened to catch them, juggling them to his chest.

“I’ll have you know—” He swept his empty hand down his body. “—all of this is House of Harrington.”

“How chic.”

“Very exclusive.” He pointed to the corner of the van for you to help gather the netting. “Not just anyone can say they’ve worn Steve Harrington’s tighty whities.”

You laughed and lifted the corner of the netting.

Together, you uncovered the van. Eddie gathered the netting and kicked it under the thicket before going to the passenger door to open it for you.

“I’ll drop you off at your car.”

You thanked him and climbed into the stuffy van. The scent of old smoke, warmed plastic, and upholstery seasoned with boy invaded your nose. You rolled the window down halfway after he closed the door.

With a glance at the vacant back, you thought of Corroded Coffin’s equipment there. You’d seen little of Jeff, Gareth, or Dougie at school. You hadn’t asked Eddie if they still played at The Hideout. You hadn’t asked him about a lot of things. There was so much you’d missed since New Year’s.

Eddie opened the driver-side door and hopped in. He made a face, then rolled down his window.

He turned all the air-system controls off, saying, “Cross your fingers she’ll cooperate.”

He shoved the key in the ignition and turned it. The engine sputtered and whined and chugged until something aligned, and it roared to life. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, throwing you a laugh.

You smiled back and fastened your seatbelt.

He shifted into Reverse and maneuvered away from the thicket. The tires spun in the layer of pine needles and budding grass before finding traction. The van lurched forward. You hung onto the seatbelt and prayed the van wouldn’t get stuck. It was too old for off-roading. He steered onto the ruts, tires kicking up dirt as they bit into the earth.

Your prayers were unnecessary or maybe something out there listened to you, because a minute later the van was on the pavement and next to your car.

“Your noble steed, milady.”

With a smirk, you said, “I thought that was you, stud.”

He leaned in, eyes sparking.

“I’m at your beck and call.”

You bent close enough to feel his breath on your lips.

“Get me home, sir, and I’ll show my appreciation for your fealty.”

His eyes darted to your lips.

“I can do that.”

Tilting your head as if to kiss him, you said, “I know you can,” and moved away to unfasten your seatbelt.

His head drooped.

He looked at you when you opened the door, expression amused.

You said, “Don’t go too fast, honey, wouldn’t want to get pulled over.”

“Depends on who’s doing the pulling over, sweetheart.”

You smiled, shaking your head at the cheesy line, and left the van. His attention stayed on you as you crossed to your car, like fingers trailing down your spine.

Once in the car, you made a U-turn and followed him to Steve’s. Eddie was something of a lead-foot, but you could keep up easily. He parked in front of the garage at Steve’s. You stopped next to him and locked up.

He met you at your trunk and offered his elbow.

“Not too fast for you?”

You snaked your arm around his bicep.

“I’m here, aren’t I?”

He hummed in agreement as he walked with you to the front door.

“Um, I know this is out of left field,” you said, “but I thought about the rest of the band. I hadn’t seen them at school, except in the hallways sometimes. Like, I don’t share any classes with Jeff or Dougie.”

“Last time I saw them was during the last Hellfire meeting.”

“Maybe you should call them? Now that your name’s cleared, it’s safe for all of you.”

“I don’t know…”

“They’re probably worried about you.” You squeezed his arm. “And unlike me, they can’t use magic to track down your ass.”

He bobbed his head once.

“I’ll call them tomorrow.”

“Good.”

You stopped him before he could make his way to the front door. He turned to you, gaze searching.

The blue hour painted him in shades of purple. Warm light from the porch sconces and nearby kitchen window caught in the waves of his hair. He was a fallen angel, halo stripped yet seraphic nature undeniable.

That felt like a line from someone more imaginative. You were no poet, though you wished you were.

Softly, he asked, “What is it?”

You shook off the thought and grinned.

“Nothing, I just… I just like you like this.”

He glanced at himself before giving you a wry look.

“In borrowed clothes with dirty hands?”

“No, butthead.” You jostled him by the arm. “I like you here — with me.”

That wry look disappeared. His eyes rounded, earnest and affectionate. He drew you in with a gentle hand on your nape and kissed you. His lips were tender on yours in silent relief, as though you’d surprised him. While he’d withdrawn after Vecna’s defeat, and you’d been uncertain about a future with him, you still loved him. That had never changed.

You threw yourself into the kiss, wrapping an arm around his shoulder. Blood rushed through your veins. Your cheeks burned as the kiss deepened. His other hand clutched your hip to guide you against him.

It was easy to lose yourself with him. It was easy to love him, and he made it easy to let yourself be loved.

He cradled the back of your head like you were priceless. He held you like he couldn’t get close enough. The mark on your neck was a brand of sweet possession.

At an inevitable pause, you said, “Let’s go inside.”

“I can’t sit through dinner.” With a small shake of his head, he said, “I can’t wait.”

“Then we won’t. We’ll go straight to your room.”

“What about…?” He gave you a meaningful look. “Condoms?”

“I got it covered.”

“Sounds like I’ll be saying that later.”

You laughed, playfully shoving at his shoulder. He looked pleased with himself and trotted to the front door. Hand on the doorknob, he glanced back to make sure you were behind him.

You whispered, “Wait,” and drew energy up your body. It had been so long since you’d obfuscated your presence to sneak around, you’d nearly forgotten it as an option. You laced your fingers with Eddie’s, including him in the silent bubble you created.

“Keep close and avoid making too much noise.”

He nodded before easing the door open.

A top-40s station played on the radio in the sunroom. Robin and Steve’s voices floated from the kitchen. They remained out of sight even after you gently shut the door.

You directed Eddie to the stairs and remained a tread behind him as you both climbed. Once on the second floor, you ushered him to his room. He left the door ajar and lights off. You padded to your room, pocketed the couple of condom packets you’d stolen days ago from Steve’s nightstand, and slunk to Eddie’s room.

He sat at the head of the bed, blanket hiding his lower half with his t-shirt covering the upper. You closed the door and locked it. By the meager light coming through the window, you found the nearest lamp and clicked it on.

“You okay?” you asked.

“Yeah, sure, fine, why?”

The sport coat and track pants draped across the armchair. The sneakers and socks lay jumbled by the bathroom door.

“Just asking.”

You crossed the room and set the condom packets on the nightstand at Eddie’s side. He remained motionless, hands hidden in the rumpled sheets. You perched at the edge of the bed while he stared at the condoms.

Something was off. He should be flirting or reaching for you. What had happened between kissing you, saying he couldn’t wait to be with you, and now? Most guys would be naked and panting like a dog for sex.

With a minute shrug, you said, “If you don’t want to…”

“No! No, I do. Trust me, I do.”

“But…?”

He exhaled.

“I don’t… You should know, I don’t look the same.”

“I’ve seen you in only a towel. I’m aware of what you look like.”

“That’s not up close and personal.”

“You think I’m going to run screaming from some scars?”

He said, “Look, baby, I’m a horror show under this,” and plucked at the t-shirt.

You let out an exasperated sound. “Are you trying to push me away? Again?”

“No—”

“Do you not want me?”

“Oh my god, I want you.” He scooted to you and cupped your face. “I’ve wanted you for weeks. Months!”

“Well, me too!” You held one of his wrists. “Anything you got under there is gonna work for me, okay?”

He scanned your face, gaze roaming from your eyes to your lips and back.

The protective blessing you’d placed in his handkerchief had failed you — and him. Your magic had been nothing compared to Vecna’s power. Eddie had pushed out the hivemind on his own. He was so much stronger than he gave himself credit for.

Through a constricted throat, you said, “Your blood soaked through your clothes.” Your eyes pricked with tears. “You di-died in front of me.”

Eddie leaned in, crushing your lips together. You forgot about tears and the feel of his blood thick between your fingers. He tilted your head. His lips, puffy and slick, glided across yours.

“I’m here,” he said, and kissed you again. “I’m right here.”

You kissed him in reply, letting your greed and relief guide you.

You shimmied your jacket off your shoulders. His hands went to your arms to help tug it off. You grinned into the kiss when the fabric caught on your forearms. He huffed, amused, before yanking at the sleeves. You shook your arms free and flung the jacket.

Planting a knee on the bed, you crowded him back onto the pillows. He put his hands at your waist and pulled you onto him. You straddled his hips, the linens bunching between you.

He hauled you up his body to tuck his face against your throat. He mouthed and bit at your neck, all hesitation thrown to the side. You encouraged him with a whimper and fingers gripping his hair. His soft lips left a fiery line as his hands grabbed your ass.

You arched your back. Your ribs pumped with every rapid breath.

“Wanna eat you alive,” he said. “Fuck, you taste so good.”

“Want you, too.”

Teeth scraped under your jaw, catching on the sore hickey there. You gasped, yet refused to shy away. Let him bite and draw blood. Let it hurt. You could heal yourself.

With a groan, he dug his teeth midway down your neck. The sting made your spine melt. His palms slid up your back, taking your shirt with them. Then he sucked, and you felt it between your legs.

You ground against him — as much as you could through the layers of fabric. You needed to feel his heat, taste his skin and scars. Because he was alive, and you were in his bed.

When he released your skin, sensation beyond pain, beyond heat, bloomed through your neck. It rang in your ears, fisted a groan from your lungs, stole your strength. He folded his rangy arms around you and grazed his lips over the spit-wet spot.

You closed your eyes with a hum.

He kissed you from jaw to cheek. He even kissed your chin. You curled to catch his lips in a languid kiss. It went aggressive in a handful of seconds. You couldn’t tell who set it in motion, but you’d follow it through with sucking on the tip of his tongue and biting his lip. He shivered and squirmed and held onto your waist.

You broke the kiss to leave him reeling.

“You’re mine, aren’t you?”

He nodded, eyes half-closed.

“Then let me take care of what’s mine.”

Again, he nodded.

You directed Eddie’s hands to the pillow, letting your fingertips linger on the silky insides of his forearms. His t-shirt sleeves slipped up to expose scarring on his upper arms. You pressed your lips to the delicate scar tissue.

He inhaled sharply.

You whispered, “It’s okay.”

He closed his eyes with a brief nod.

You kissed the scar on his jaw and the faint one at the side of his neck. He angled his chin to expose himself. In reward, you kissed his lips. His muscles unspooled. You brushed your thumbs over his cheekbones.

“I got you.”

“I know.”

You wiggled down his torso and sat up. Oh-so slowly, you skimmed your hands under his t-shirt to his sides. The jagged edge of a bigger patch on his torso peeked from under the t-shirt’s hem. The uneven texture of the scars didn’t feel ugly or rough. They were interesting, and you wanted to see them.

He clapped his hands over yours.

You met his uneasy gaze and waited, keeping your expression open. While you could offer platitudes or compliments, they’d ring hollow. He knew how you felt and how you viewed him. It was only a matter of time for him to gain confidence — or at least trust you.

His hold relaxed, then gradually drifted away.

You followed the taper of his torso until you held his undulating ribs. With the t-shirt bunched at his pecs, you could assess the havoc the bats had wrought. Beyond the patch on his lower torso was a line of bites and healed sutures on his left. A wedge of pink scar tissue defaced the right side of his ribs. Between the larger patches were claw and teeth marks.

You traced them with a light touch before looking at his face. His teeth dug into his lip as his gaze jumped from between your bodies to the side to your face and back again.

“So, this is the horror show you promised?” you asked with a playful look.

He frowned, mouth opening.

Before he spoke, you asked, “Can you feel my touch?”

He wet his lips and nodded.

“Yeah?”

“Then that’s all that matters.”

“You don’t—”

“No, I don’t whatever. I’m not grossed out.”

To prove your point, you bent to kiss the bite mark on his sternum. The satiny, pitted skin wasn’t disgusting. It was just skin — that smelled like him. You nudged the t-shirt higher to get at his left nipple. You teased it with your tongue, and he stilled. You pinched it between your teeth, and he arched against your lips. You soothed the tiny hurt with a kiss, and he gasped.

You inched the t-shirt higher until you propelled his arms up. He took over and snatched the t-shirt over his head. He dropped it beside the bed as you caressed his chest.

Only fragments of his demon-head and black-widow tattoos were visible around a darker scar. You followed the scar’s border with your fingers and pouted at the loss of the tattoos. Not because they were the most beautiful you’d ever seen, but because they’d been Eddie’s.

“You can have these redone.”

“Nah, I’d rather get a cover-up.”

You smiled before bending to pepper kisses on the scar.

“That’s going to be a big cover-up, honey.” You kissed your way from the scar to the dip of his throat. “Maybe I can hold your hand through it.”

He tilted his head back with a soft groan. You angled his chin to the side and sucked at the hot skin of his neck, giving him a faint hickey. You kissed your way up to his ear and sucked on the lobe.

With a near growl, he said, “God, I can’t—” and pulled you into a burning kiss.

You opened for him as he teased your tongue with his own. He kissed your hot cheeks and your forehead. His hands surged down your sides, then under your shirt. You straightened onto your knees and stripped off your shirt and bra. Your nipples puckered in the cooler air.

His hips jerked as his hands gripped your hips. He stared at your chest and licked his lips.

Instead of asking if he wanted to touch, because that seemed obvious, you bent and guided his hands to your breasts. You encouraged him to support them, squeeze them, while you watched his flushed face.

He circled your nipples with his thumbs, his touch graceful yet electrifying. A feeling like goosebumps trickled through your gut and had your thighs tensing. You curved into his caress in encouragement. Your underwear’s saturated cotton grazed your pussy, and you wished it was his cock.

Eddie held your ribs and rose to bury his face between your breasts. He mouthed at the valley between them and kissed the beginning swells. You held the back of his head. He sucked at one nipple, then the other. That goosebump feeling intensified until you were a quivering mess.

He undid your jeans, and your eyes popped open. He looked at you through his pretty lashes. There was a voracity in his dark gaze that said only you could slake his need — and you wanted to be the only one to do it, too.

“This okay?” he asked.

You nodded.

“Y-yeah.”

With no hesitation, his hand slithered between your stomach and underwear. It burned a line down the curve of your belly through your pubic hair. His middle and ring fingers glided between your wet folds. You gripped his shoulders, hard muscle moved under his skin.

The first long stroke to your clit had your nails digging into his skin and sucking air between your teeth. You couldn’t stop the tiny sound you made. He nibbled at your collarbone, teeth scraped your skin. You leaned your weight against him as your watery legs trembled. His free arm held you upright by the waist.

Rather than circle your clit, he kept stroking. The first wash of pleasure fueled you to move your hips counter to his fingers. His calluses pulled at the hood of your clit, then drove it down. He pressed harder, sparking a sensation deeper than your clit.

Your focus narrowed to your rising orgasm and the thought of his cock pumping deep inside your juicy cunt. You wanted to feel his strong hands restraining you, his sweat-slick skin on yours, and his lush mouth between your legs.

An animalistic keen left your throat at the jumble of images. Your heart hammered in your ears. You rode that knife-edge of climax. It was right there.

“C’mon, baby, fuck those fingers.”

You moaned, doing as he ordered, until ecstasy forced its way through you — so hard, so deep. The internal throb of it stole your strength as it went on and on. You crumbled, putting more of your weight on him. He held you without protest.

“Can feel it,” he said, petting your oversensitive clit.

You writhed in his arms and begged for something you couldn’t put words to. He kissed your throat as he lay still pressure on your clit. Your cunt pulsed strong enough that your hips moved of their own volition.

After a moment, he pulled his hand from your underwear and brought his fingers to his mouth. You sat on his thighs to watch him suck at his wet fingers. He hummed in satisfaction. Your cunt pulsed one last time, as though it hadn’t had enough.

Maybe it hadn’t.

He met your gaze and offered his flushed lips for a kiss. You cradled the back of his head and kissed him with unexpected fervor. You tasted the tang of your own come on his tongue. He held your face, sticky fingers on your cheek, and pushed into the kiss. You sucked your flavor off his bottom lip, pulling a moan from his chest.

“Take the rest off,” he said, falling onto his back.

“You too.”

He smirked.

“Not much more to go.”

You let your eyes track from his chest to the wrinkled lump of blanket covering his groin. Despite knowing, intimately, what was underneath, getting him naked continued to be a thrill.

“Good.”

He blushed, and his smirk softened.

You climbed off him to sit at the edge of the bed. You untied your Docs and wrenched them off. Your socks followed. Eddie kicked the blanket away. While he wiggled out of his briefs, you hooked your thumbs in your underwear and jeans, rising enough from the bed to slide them down your hips and off your legs.

You pivoted on a hip to find him reaching for a condom. His eyes went wide with a question. Or like you’d caught him doing something he shouldn’t. You bent a leg on the bed and plucked a condom from the pile before he could.

“You know,” you said, holding the condom like a cigarette between your fingers. “I think I need to get on the pill.” You got on all fours. “Or get an IUD, or something.”

Sounding on tenterhooks, he asked, “Why’s that?”

You crawled between his legs. He spread his thighs to make room for you.

“So I can have you raw.”

He let out a breath, cheeks reddening further, and wrapped a hand around the base of his cock. A thick bead of precome pearled at its slit.

“Would you like that, honey?”

“Shit, you know I would.”

You gave him a playful wink before hunching to lick the tip of his cock. He groaned through a smile, squeezing his cock. You savored the salty taste of him.

You tapped at the back of his hand.

“Let go.”

“I swear, I’m gonna blow in, like, ten seconds flat.”

You sat on your calves with a self-satisfied shrug. He needed to feel as good as he’d made you feel. If that happened quickly, that was fine with you because—

“We got all night,” you said, and tore open the condom packet.

He still hadn’t released his hold.

“Eddie, honey, let go.”

“Just—” He swallowed. “Get it halfway down first.”

You pulled out the lubed condom and discarded the wrapper. He bit his lip, looking as though you were about to perform surgery on him. Keeping your touch light and at the minimum, you pinched the tip of the condom and rolled it over his shaft until it met his fingers.

He shuddered with eyes closed and a crease between his brows.

You said, “Let go.”

He exhaled and thumped his fists to the bed. You wasted no time in rolling the condom the rest of the way down. He panted and keened. His cock twitched in your hand, but you wiped your palms on the sheets before he could embarrass himself.

With a gentle shush, you caressed his hips and ran your thumbs in the shallow groove of muscle on either side. You kept at it until his breathing slowed and tense thighs relaxed.

You maneuvered your knees on either side of him and balanced yourself with a hand on his chest.

“Ready?”

When he nodded, you reached between your bodies to brace his erection. You were so ready, so wet, for this. Even the feeling of the condom didn’t turn you off. You found your hole and eased onto his thick cock, inch by slick inch.

Once you settled, you had to give yourself a moment. You sat with hands on your thighs while you adjusted to the fullness. He felt perfect and delicious. You looked at Eddie to see him watching you, bottom lip between his teeth and fingers digging into the mattress. Emotion filled his bright eyes.

You wanted to soothe him, but if you moved, it would set off a chain reaction he’d been trying to suppress.

“Don’t think.”

Through gritted teeth, he said, “Trying not to.”

If you didn’t take the initiative, he would torture himself for the rest of the evening. You rotated your pelvis. The simple movement made you gasp. It had been so long, and you were so eager for this with him. Under you, he choked on a desperate sound.

“I can’t wait to feel you without any barriers,” you said, rotating your pelvis again. “Feel you come deep inside me.”

He grabbed your hips to propel your movements.

“I’ll fill you up,” he said.

You planted your hands on his chest with a groan and rode him like he wanted you to. You rose only to sink down a second later, never letting him slip out. His hands glided up your sides. With a hum, you encouraged him to touch you — touch you anywhere, everywhere. You couldn’t get enough of his cock, of his nimble hands, of his body tight against yours.

Your need ramped to a boiling fever, some thrilling sickness. You bent to kiss him, sucking on his lip and tongue, as you rolled your hips in a frantic rhythm. Your skin slapped against his, but it wasn’t enough. You hid your face in his shoulder and whimpered when you found no relief.

His arms looped across your back, as if you’d try to escape. Like you could get away from this desire.

You stilled in time for him to roll to the side and on top of you. He pushed his cock deep. You mewled, your thighs stretched around his hips.

His gaze roved over your features.

“I’m gonna fill your sweet pussy.”

You nodded.

He said, “I’ll make you come.”

You closed your eyes as you imagined it. Hands all over you, gripping you, going between your legs, holding you steady as he worked your body. Your cunt clenched at the image.

“Because you’re mine, too.”

You nodded once more.

He adjusted his stance, knees dipping into the mattress. He grasped one of your shoulders as you held onto his arms with shaking hands.

“Look at me and tell me you love me.”

You stared into his eyes. It was all written out there for you to see: no denial, no hiding, and no more doubt.

“I love you.”

He caught your lips and kissed you so thoroughly you forgot anything beyond him. His hold tightened. His hips minutely rocked. His heavy cock kindled that heat hidden inside.

You moaned against his lips and pulled at him. He needed to move. You’d been wanting him for what felt like years. You’d both gone through hell, seen oblivion, and returned to each other’s side. You needed him to move — now.

He buried his face in your neck, lips against the marks he’d left. The rocking of his hips descended into grinding, then full-out thrusting. He fucked you hard. His cock dragged at the underside of your aching clit. The bed springs whined every time he bottomed out.

You couldn’t catch your breath as his thrusts became desperate. He yanked at your hair to bare your throat. His long hair — that smelled of your shampoo — veiled your humid face.

He kissed his marks and murmured something you couldn’t make out. You agreed anyway. He groaned in reply, driving you down while he thrust up. The sheets stuck to the sweat on your back. His hips snapped forward over and over, his cock ramming deep. You tried your best to move with him, but he was too fast.

Then you couldn’t move at all. Your belly quivered and your thighs tensed. His cock was too much. You strained against him, with him, until that fever broke. You shook in his arms. Your jaw clenched. Orgasm burned through you like a geyser. It sizzled up your spine. You couldn’t catch your breath. Hot tears trickled over your temples in rapturous agony.

Eddie fucked you through it, holding you tight. Your cunt throbbed and clamped around his pistoning length. He cursed in needy growls until he seized, breathless. His voice cracked. His thrusts slowed, yet remained fierce, as his cock pulsed with each thrust.

He stuttered a jumble of cut-off thoughts, all of them flattering and loving. You grinned and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, hugging his sides with your thighs. He mouthed at your neck lazily.

After a tranquil moment, he kissed you, gentle yet demanding. You felt him — every bit of him. His lips tasted of salt. His hands sheltered and cradled. His gaze warmed you. You could only respond in kind. He melted as you smoothed his hair away from his flushed, glowing face.

He kissed you one more time before steadying the condom and slipping out of you.

You relaxed, allowing your tired limbs to sink to the bed. He rolled to the side and dropped the condom on the heap of his dirty clothes. You wrinkled your nose, but didn’t comment. He flopped beside you and pillowed his head on a bent arm. The heating system kicked on. Your sweat cooled as you contemplated getting out of bed. Instead, you tucked your feet between the folds of the blanket.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Eddie said.

You hummed in acknowledgement and glanced at him.

“I was thinking, and you might not be into this, but you want to go to LA? With me?”

You stared at the ceiling.

Los Angeles: broken glass glittering in gutters, live music every night, fluttering neon, cars with their tops down, a bland apartment with a mattress on the floor, your feet warmed by sunshine as you read the newspaper’s entertainment section, Eddie writing songs at the kitchen table.

A smile spread across your face.

“Hell yeah.”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson smut #eddie munson #stranger things #em tagd #waywardrose writes

[artzychic27]

Hello. I ❤️ your blog especially your science kids. May I see where one of them calls Marinette out like how Quagmire does it. Sorry for the awkwardness. This is my first time typing to somebody. 😊😊

Yes, honey! Yes! I have been waiting for this!

Simon, my favorite Irish tech geek, take the stand!

Marinette: Well, you don't need to look for somebody new. I'll hang out with you guys.

Marc: Yeah, you know, I don't think that's gonna work out, Marinette, 'cause of the whole Simon thing.

Marinette: What Simon thing?

Marc: Oh, you know, just that he hates you.

Marinette: Simon hates me?

Marc: Hates you.

Marinette: I... I don't get it. Why... why wouldn't Simon like me?

Marc: Because he thinks you're annoying. Like people who never shut up about their pets.

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Marinette: Hey, Simon, what a coincidence. You and me just runnin' into each other. How, how ya doin'?

Simon: Fine.

Marinette: So… *Noticed Simon’s aunt at the checkout* Is that your mom? She’s beautiful.

Simon: That's my aunt, Marinette. My mother is dead to me, as is my father, and I hope they rot in their prison cells.

Marinette: Oh, God. I'm... I'm really sorry.

Simon: I got cousin who beat her husband. Wanna ask me about her, too?

—

Alya: Hey, what are you getting all dressed up for?

Marinette: I'm treating Simon to a night out.

Alix: Really? I thought he hated you. How'd you convince him to go?

Marinette: I tricked him. Sent him a phony card. He thinks he's going on a romantic date with Denise.

Myléne: But instead, you're going to show up.

Marinette: You got it.

Rose: Yikes.

Juleka: That's a recipe for disappointment.

—

Marinette: I'll bet you got... how do those things work?

Simon: What? My music videos? How does a music video work?

Marinette: Yeah.

Simon: … You want me to sit here and explain to you how a music video works?

Marinette: I don't know. Yeah.

Simon: You want to maybe just go?

Marinette: Simon, come on, I'm really trying hard here.

Simon: Who asked you to try hard?

Marinette: Nobody, but all... I'm trying to establish a friendship with you. All I've done is try to be nice to you, and you still don't like me. How can you not like me?!

Simon: … Okay. I'll tell you…. You are the worst person I know. You simped after Adrien while you were dating Luka and while Adrien was dating Kagami. The guy was writing you a song, gave you his favorite guitar pick, gave you free therapy, and that was how you repaid him? And to add insult to injury, you rubbed your love for Adrien right in his face. And you're so insensitive. You basically tried to kick Luka out of Kitty Section and make Adrien the lead guitarist? What the fuck? And what really bothers me, is you pretend you're this perfect girl who can do no wrong when all you are is a hypocrite, liar, and a word that’d make the Priest blush. Yeah, I lie; who hasn’t? At least I come clean about it in the end. I don't go on about how I hate liars and then stalk Lila trying to lie her way into Adrien’s pants, and then brag about how I’m some perfect angel trying to look out for everyone. You’re not a perfect angel. You’re a spoiled little, manipulative brat. You use those stupid dough eyes, tears, and sob stories about how much you love Adrien to get people to go along with your stupid plans. God, you make me sick! And you only delude yourself by thinking you're the greatest thing since slice bread, when you’re honestly just as bad as Chloé and Lila. Actually, you know, I should have known Denise didn't write me that note. Yeah, they actually have the guts to say things to my face without stammering like you do around Adrien when you’ve known the guy for almost a year! And I think what I hate most about you is your hypocrisy when it comes to Adrien’s love life, how he "deserves better," how Chloé is a spoiled brat only after Adrien for his looks, how Kagami is too controlling. Well, what have you done to prove that you’re not like them? I’ve only heard you obsess over his looks and “perfection.” Never heard you once talk about interests that Gabriel doesn’t force on him. You wanna get to know the guy? Talk to him! And, by the way, knowing Lila is a liar doesn't make you Jesus Christ. Yeah, I know about the Lila situation! And I don’t care! You wanna basically ruin your relationships with your friends by screaming in their faces, “Lila’s a liar!! Believe me, because I’m better than her!” Go ahead! Who the hell are you to act as if though you were in the right? Your impulsiveness in trying to expose her got you expelled, which isn't nearly as bad as how you treated your parents! Did you ever pay them back for what was meant to be a family trip to Shanghai? But you know what? I could forgive all of that, all of it… If you weren't such a bore. That's the worst of it, Marinette. You're just a sad, pathetic bore… *Sighs* Well, see ya, Marinette. Thanks for the fucking steak. *Leaves*

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #mlb oc #Marinette salt #marinette dupain cheng #answered ask #ask me stuff #family guy

[fsfghgee]

Wow It's so them! I love it!

Caught the teacher giving his eyes to a student Thought, "He pretty cute" and she bit her lip back to him Chewing on her nails and her pens while she's dreaming of him And he's fucking in sin (you know he is)

She said, "It's for all the right reasons Baby, don't care 'bout grades, just call me your lady If I pass this quiz, will you give me your babies? Don't call me crazy You love me, but you won't come save me You got a wife and kids, you see them daily Don't know why you even need me"

Teacher's pet If I'm so special, why am I secret? Yeah, why the fuck is that? Do you regret The things we shared that I'll never forget? Well, do you? Tell me that I know I'm young, but my mind is well beyond my years I knew this wouldn't last, but fuck you, don't you leave me here Teacher's pet If I'm so special, why am I secret?

She's feeling like a spider in a cage You liar, you were her desire Now she wants to light you on fire But fuck it, she'll still give you a call And a lighter when you wanna get hot And mess around 'til you get numb

She said "It's for all the right reasons Baby, don't care 'bout grades, just call me your lady If I pass this quiz, will you give me your babies? Don't call me crazy You love me, but you won't come save me You got a wife and kids, you see them daily Don't know why you even need me"

Teacher's pet If I'm so special, why am I secret? Yeah, why the fuck is that? Do you regret The things we shared that I'll never forget? Well, do you? Tell me that I know I'm young, but my mind is well beyond my years I knew this wouldn't last, but fuck you, don't you leave me here Teacher's pet If I'm so special, why am I secret?

Gimme back my money Didn't learn a damn thing, honey, from you Except how to lie and cheat while inside the sheets Stop calling me your bunny I won't hop and you don't own me Do you? I bet you think you do, well, you don't

Teacher's pet If I'm so special, why am I secret? (Why am I? Why am I?) Yeah, why the fuck is that? Do you regret The things we shared that I'll never forget? Well, do you? Tell me that I know I'm young, but my mind is well beyond my years I knew this wouldn't last, but fuck you, don't you leave me here Teacher's pet If I'm so special, why am I secret?

Teacher’s Pet

Melanie Martinez

#mortal kombat #bi han #tomas vrbada #bitomas #noobsmoke #mortal kombat 1 #lin kuei #smoke mk #subzero mk1 #mk spoilers #mk1 spoilers #smoke mk1 #subsmoke #mk1 #mk2023 #mk smoke #bi han sub zero #bihan #bi han x tomas

[faustquillpen]

Apollo Justice x Reader from Apollo's POV, writing style to emulate the game

Warnings for death mentions, injury mentions, pretty much what you would expect from the game. Let me know if I need to tag more.

[There will be a dog mentioned in the story, but a cat or other pet can fit too if the reader desires!]

Chapter 1: Ruff Day (sfw)

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Apollo: Red

Apollo's thoughts/muttering: (Red with parentheses)

Trucy: Blue

Reader: Purple

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N - No! Get away from me!

Heheh, I'm just tryna get a lookacha

Fuck off!

Augh....!

Crash!

Is he... Dead?

Someone call the cops, I saw them push that dude!

No! He must've lost his footing or something, please...!

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April 18th, 7:00 AM

Wright Anything Agency

New case, Apollo! But you miiight not like it...

(It's been a bit since the last case... Whatever it is it's better than cleaning this place for the 100th time) Oh yeah?

Yeah... They denied it at first, but now they're saying it was them! Daddy thinks they're hiding something... And Daddy usually is good at guessing!

(Hiding something by taking credit for a murder? That doesn't seem right.)

He was some sorta creep anyway, the "victim" I mean. Known for harassing people of all genders. A sleezeball with a record.

(Sigh, I guess it's better than nothing.) I'll at least talk to them I guess. Your Dad better be right about this though.

He's always Wright! ... Eh? Eeeh???

Shut up. You've used that joke before.

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April 18th, 7:35 AM

Detention Center

Visitor's Room

Well, we're here.

I wonder where the defendant is?

....!

(Oh!! It's... I-it's)

You're that sweet guy I met last week ... Apollo I think?

(They remembered my name!!!!!) OH hey!!! (oh no oh no oh no I am not prepared for this!!!)

Ummm...

(Oh yeah! This must seem weird) Oh! I'm a defense attorney!!! Defense attorney Apollo Justice that's me hah

You mean Jupollo Astice...?

(shut up shut up shut up shut up)

*Giggles*

(Oh no, they're still really cute...!)

Ah-em. I'm Trucy, the best assistant and magician, and we're gonna defend you!

(Wait I hadn't agreed to that yet!!! I... Can I defend someone who I feel this way about...? It's so hard to focus when they're around... Augh!!! They're looking at me again!)

But I uh... I really did it. Yeah.

Hmmmm kinda sus to me, bro

(They won't look me in the eye, there's something extra going on here... How can I show them I know for sure they didn't do it?)

[Present Paper Ladybug]

Take That!

Huh? Oh! It's...

Do you remember this?

Y... Yes

You cried when you thought you killed a bug. I really don't think you'd ever be able to kill a person.

Okay... *Sigh* I'll tell you the truth. It happened at around 3 in the morning at my apartment, I had invited him in since he was the landlord and said he needed to fix something. He started to try to touch and flirt with me... It was.... It was my dog... They were protecting me! The police will kill them if they find out!!!

(The... Dog...?)

Awww, so you're trying to protect your puppy!

I don't want [Dog name] to be punished!! They were protecting me from that creep!!! But he fell over from the momentum when they bit him on the arm... Plus...

Plus?

I heard... There was a witness walking past my open door who said I pushed him into the table on purpose...

(Liar!!!)

Woah Apollo, you look really intense right now! Like you're gonna rip off a chunk of the table!

Oh-uh... S-sorry (I guess I just got really mad for a second...)

Woah... Cool...

(... They think I'm cool!!!!? F-face... Flushing... I think I hear Trucy snickering at me...)

So... You're going to defend me then?

YESOFCOURSE IfYoullHaveMe... You don't have to say yes or anything ahah...

... I.. I'd really like that...

OKAY!!! *cough* Okay. We'll uh... Start on the investigation and... See you tomorrow!!!! Aaaah!!!

Well... There he goes... Well! Goodbye [name]! Don't worry, we'll get you an innocent verdict!

I... I trust you guys. Thank you. Oh and uh... Will you go to my apartment please? My poor dog is probably hungry and confused....

Sure thing!

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April 18th, 9 AM

[Name's] Apartment Complex

So... Why exactly are we here?

Well, you'd know if you weren't such a dork and ran off!

... I... Had a thing I had to do, okay!!!

Apollo, I found you holding your chest trying to calm your breathing down right outside the detention center.

... Shut up.

Heheh, whatever you say.

(Why me...)

Okay, we're here! They said the food was on top of the fridge...

(Food...? I thought we were watering some plants of someth-- EEK)

Woof

(That's the murder dog!!!! And it's... Licking Trucy's face and wiggling)

Wuf wuf!

Hehe! They said you were sweet as long as we were friendly. Good dog!

(I guess I'll keep this in mind in case I need to "defend" the dog too...)

Snooping time!

Wh- Nonononono we can't!!!

Ooh, a diary~

Put it down put it down put it down put it down

C'mon Polly, maybe it'll give us info on the night of the murder! If could be important! We'd of read it during any other investigation! If you didn't have a crush on the defendant.

IDONTHAVEA--

Awww, the night of the murder is blank. Hmmm....

Trucy. Seriously. It's not right to go through it

Relaaaaax, I'm just looking for one particular day... Ah! Here it is

Trucy....

April 6th....

...!

Went to the art fair today, got some cute dog sculptures.... Blah blah...

We really should put it down--

... Aaaand today I met a really cute guy!

WHAT?! LEMMESEE!!!!

Oh yeah?? What about it being wrong? Heheh

Well-- it is but I... ugh

Hahaha! Your face is soooo red!!! Anyways I was joking, this is a completely blank notebook.

Oh.

Aw, now I feel bad. You look like you just deflated. ... Just kidding it's hilarious.

Mehhhh...

[End Chapter]

Next chapter will be a nsfw fantasy/dream so I have an excuse to do nsfw before you two actually have time alone together!!! WOO!!

#apollo justice x reader #apollo justice #ace attorney #ace attorney apollo justice #ace attorney fanfiction #fiction #fanfiction

[phoenixradiant]

OC Interview Tag

My thanks to @tildeathiwillwrite for the tag! I promise I'll get around to the OC interaction one eventually, I just can't decide who to do it with!

I did Cellic and Maiph last time (and they spent the whole interview flirting very badly), so I think this time around I'm going to do Magrom and Lutian Karven.

Are you named after anyone?

Magrom: He shrugs. "Some ancestor a dozen generations back. No one of note."

Lutian: "My mother's dead best friend. I was going to be named after Father's mother, but a week or so before I was born Mother's friend died and they agreed to change my name."

When was the last time you cried?

Magrom: "Last time a con called for it. Last time I cried for real? I don't think I've ever done that."

Lutian: "When- when F- whenfatherleftandsaidhemightnotbebackforoverawholeentiremonthandhe'sstillnotbackandI'mworriedandIthinkhemightbedeadand-"

Magrom: *gestures furiously to move to the next question*

Do you have kids?

Magrom: "Rai, no!" He pauses. "Unless Lutian counts. She's Keidor's kid, but I did most of the raising."

Lutian: "I don't even know where I'd get one. I thought you ate them and then they grew in your stomach but when I tried to find one to buy Allor told me that's not how that works."

Magrom: *gives her a surprised glance*

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Magrom: "No, the wordsmith who has no problem offending people and rolls lies off his tongue like a river down a mountain never uses sarcasm! It's undignified!"

Lutain: "I learned it from him."

What is the first thing you notice about people?

Magrom: "How strong their shame is. Figure out what people are afraid of, what they're ashamed of, and you can control them, or imitate them to a t. Everyone's ashamed of something, except me. That's why I'm a god among men."

Lutian: "Whether they can be trusted. It takes a right good liar to evade my watch, even Kar can't do it!"

What is your eye color?

Magrom: "Naturally it's brown, but I change it so often that I doubt anyone else could tell you that."

Lutian: "A light goldish color. Apparently my mother had this same color, and her sister, my aunt, has an even more angelic color."

Magrom: "That's the only thing angelic about your aunt."

Lutian: "Take that back, she's right nice!"

Magrom: "Fine, fine, I take it back! Angelic is a strong word anyhow."

Lutian: "HEY!"

Scary movies or happy endings?

Magrom: "Eh. I don't get scared easily, and happy endings are boring. Give me a good tragedy!"

Lutian: "I haven't seen anything scary or happy, he's taken me to most of my plays, so they've been tragedies."

Any special talents?

Magrom: "Lying. Anything I say after that can't be trusted, and a conman never reveals his secrets, so might as well stop there, eh?"

Lutain: "I'm naturally good at pretty much everything. Except animals. They don't like me for some reason."

Where were you born?

Magrom: "Dunno. Royal family's secretive like that. Raised in Knithren, though."

Lutian: "Same as him."

Do you have any pets?

Magrom: "That's the kind of thing that hinders taking on new identities. No thanks."

Lutian: "Lots! None of them seem to like me, though. It's a real shame, 'cause I'd treat 'em kind if I had the chance!"

What sort of sports do you play?

Magrom: "I'm more of a 'games' person than a 'sports' person. Only so many different ways to trick somebody trying to get a ball from here to there."

Lutian: "No one ever wants to play anything with me except Kar. They'll talk honest enough, but no one wants to beat me. I settle for playing tricks on my minders instead."

How tall are you?

Magrom: "Tall enough that I could feasibly imitate a tall person with thick enough boots."

Lutian: "Kid sized. I'm never going to be taller than Father and he's not getting me any siblings, so I don't care enough to keep track."

What was your favorite subject in school?

Magrom: "Politics. It's great to scam someone out of their coins and then learn later in the week that that was the duke of here or there."

Lutian: "Acanics. I can make things explode! For school! Also poetry, but none of that flowery stuff. I like the insulting ones. There's this really great kid from King Falder's kingdom who writes stuff for the People's Missives every month, and he has the most acerbic sense of rhyme I've ever read!"

What is your dream job?

Magrom: "Me? Honest work? Imagine!"

Lutian: "What Father tells me a queen should be- smart, kind, honorable- sounds a lot better than what my minders tell me a queen should be- prim, proper, minded- so if I could be the kind of queen Father wants me to be, I'd be that."

#writeblr #writing #kelovir #magrom karven #epic fantasy #fantasy #oc interview

[snitchesnsneeds]

Bethany's Bizarre Miraculous Reviews Episode 3-24: The Expulsion Episode (aka Ladybug)

Alright, for research purposes I decided to watch Volpina just to go back to season 1 and see if I was being too harsh on Marinette. The results I came to were that Marinette was partially motivated by Lila being a crappy person. But yeah. Big Lila episode. Big salt episode. I bet the expulsion portion's going to be gone through in no time flat.

Long-ass dinner table. Seriously, man. Do you want yourself and your son to be that not-even-metaphorically distant just so you can have the edge seats of your dinner table with too many goddamn seats? Do you ever have any big occasions where a bunch of people come over and have dinner these days that would put this table to use?

...Marinette's having another birthday party so soon? It's getting even harder for me to believe that thi-wait a minute! This is a flashback!

Lila just conveniently being in a building near where Marinette's birthday party is taking place.

Gabriel's just like "What's the hold-up, Lila? You're supposed to be relevant to the plot, remember? You declared war on Marinette."

Oh god I'm getting secondhand embarrassment from how poorly Marinette is handling this. I can't watch.

Lila's mom isn't even there while Marinette's is lmao

I was right. It did go fast!

The funniest anticlimax. "Time for a massive battle royale! Sike! Natalie's sick from using the Peacock Miraculous like Hawkmoth knew would happen when she first used it!"

Alya's majorly looking out for Marinette. What an amazing bestie. Those fics were wrong. Marinette's parents seem to believe her too.

Natalie you doofus simp

So is Duusuu supposed to be like that or is that the effect of a broken Miraculous or?

So the Peacock Miraculous just needs an object? Not a separate person or anything?

...And none of the heroes said anything about Mayura even after she appeared on-scene? No one noticed either?

Another clone shootoff so soon?

Natalie killed sapient life when she couldn't fufill her purpose anymore. Points docked.

Well, he's less "grandpa" and more "pa" if you catch my drift, Cattablack.

And there's the lying disease. They should really tell that to the class so they don't fall into any misinformation pits.

Well, at this point I don't know what to say here. That if Marinette should be expelled, it should be for creeping on Adrien or something? This is getting tiring. And the next two episodes are Chloe's character execution.

You know what? Here's something.

I might've said this before, but the reason why I'm getting so into Miraculous in the first place is to write a fanfic where I enter the world of Miraculous as someone completely OP and suplex and utterly defeat Hawkmoth. I'll also be doing other work, such as breaking down the lovesquare and outing other evils in the Miraculous world such as Chloe's karen of a mother, and also Lila. Except instead of suplexing her, I'll have to get tricky. Psychological warfare. Lila is a smuggie and hates being called a liar, so I know she'll get fuming if you say she's bad at lying! Like, seriously. There are a thousand other pets Jagged Stone would be more likely to own than a kitten. Not to mention poking holes in her lies or busting out alibis or people that have a sixth sense for others' personalities!

#miraculous ladybug #miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir #miraculous #marinette dupain cheng #miraculous marinette #ml ladybug #adrien agreste #miraculous adrien #chat noir #ml chat noir #gabriel agreste #hawkmoth #natalie sancoeur #mayura #alya #alya cesaire #miraculous alya #lila rossi #miraculous lila #sentibug #is that her name? #I just feel bad for her honestly #fanfic writing

[hoshi-y]

WAIT I DIDNT KNOW YOU ADDED SUMIRE 🥹💖 I KNOW I MADE A REQUEST BUT IGNORE IT (so sorry 😭) Can I request Sumire, Kou, Mitsuba, and Yashiro (hopefully that’s not too much) with a S/O that’s like Power?

(Take your time and have a nice day/night ^^)

S/O that acts like Power from Chainsaw Man

Genre : Fluff

Characters : Akane Sumire, Minamoto Kou, Mitsuba Sousuke, Yashiro Nene

TW : None

A/N : So sorry that it took me awhile to make your request, I tend to avoid things that are a bit difficult for me hehe, I could tell you really wanted me to do your request already so here it is

Just a bit of a warning, I can't guarantee that the personality and attitude will be the same but I'll try my best

I hope you enjoy 💗

Powers Personality :

Childish

Greedy

Rude

Entirely self-motivated

Cares for a select of friends

Has severe PTSD (Afraid of being alone)

Feels that people should clean up after her

Often claims she is capable of doing things she cannot actually do

No problem with gossiping and talking about her friends behind their back

Compulsive habitual liar

That's all the info I can find about her personality

Liar liar pants on fire

You were an absolute HANDFUL to watch over.

You'd sometimes run away creating minor trouble

I mean you blew up the science lab I don't know where minor came from.....

In your excuse, you thought you could do it—

After you met Kou, your life just turned a full 180

He would follow you everywhere

Making sure you don't get hurt

But mostly to keep you out of trouble

It was driving you nuts! You couldn't skip class to chase butterflies anymore

It was hard since both of you were in the same year

But you did found out something about him

He was very gullible.

You grumbled as Kou was pulling you back to his and his friends lair, it wasn't too bad around them, you just didn't wanna help clean up that stinky bathroom—

You had to escape. And fast

"Koouuu... I don't like it in theerree.." You whined, He didn't budge which made you click your tongue. And an idea came to mind.

"Kou, I just got a text from my mom saying that.. My dog died.." You put up your best sad acting in hopes he would fall for it, and he did. He stopped in his tracks as he looked back at you "What?! Toshiba died?!"

Kou absolutely LOVED your pet dog, he would use all types of excuses to swing by

You nodded your head sadly "Mom wants me back home so we can bury him.." Kou gently let go of your hand as he sighef softly "I'll swing by to say my goodbyes to Toshiba.." As soon as he gave your backpack back, you had a cheeky smile on your face

"Thanks!! Bye!!" You ran

"H-HEY. GET BACK HERE!!"

You were too fast for Kou, eventually he just gave up. He has to stop being so gullible

Ugh how dare you call me ugly!

Everyone envied you for your clear ang glowing skin

Anyone would need sunglasses it was that clear

Everyone wanted your secret but you didn't budge

Why? well you just wanted to be the only one with fair skin

Amongst those in tge ctowd wanting your skincare routine

A pink haired gentleman also wanted a grasp at your secret

I mean how can he keep being cute with such flaky skin?!

So he pulled you aside to ask but you were a bit too hard headed

Mitsuba groaned as he held on your arm "Come on! Just one product that you use and I won't bother you anymore!" He begged but you went silent pretending he wasn't there

"HEY. I KNOW YOUR IGNORING ME" Mitsuba yelled

You checked your phone time and continued to pretend he wasn't there. "What about this, I'll buy you WHATEVER you want, for just one product"

"Mud"

"Mud Mask?!" His face lightened up as he was probably the first you told your super secret fbi skincare

"Yeah, its good for the pigs skin after all"

Mitsuba gasped "How DARE you call me a pig! Look at yourself first skeleton!" He fired back

"Oh yeah Barbie?"

Mitsuba didn't wanna back down as he soat all sort of names at you

But you won, obviously

He pushed you out of their classroom as Kou, Satou and Yokoo witnessed the entire thing.

We're you grown on soil?

When Yashiro first met you, her first impression of you was that you were pretty Childish

Not that she hated it, She absolutely adored it

For.... some odd reason....

The way you act and talk like a child

You were so cute in her eyes!

but of course we know that every child is super curious of things right?

Well you started asking a bunch of nonsense to Yashiro

Like, how do fish swim, how do cars work

"Does tinkerbell exist?" Stuff like that

She sometimes questions how you got in the Rank 3....

"Nene-chaann~" You cooed as she stopped shoveling and looked at you "Uwaahh [F/N]! I thought you went home already?" She dropped her shovel and took off her gloved and walked up to you

"I got you an Ice Pop!" You gave her the green colored one as you ate the purple one "Thanks [F/N]! I was needing something to cool me down"

You scanned the field and noticed a bunch if holes she was digging, what was she gonna do? was she gonna plant? look for worms? DIG TO ANOTHER COUNTRY?

Or... Is she gonna plant her legs?

"Nene-chan, are you gonna plant your legs in their?" Yashiro coughed as she almost dropped her ice pop "W-WHAT?! I-I'M NOT!!"

"Ehh?? Isn't that how you got your daikon legs?"

Yashiro crumbled on the spot as she looked like she was needing any god out there to take her

After that, Yashiro forced you to go home as you watched her sulk from afar

I can do it see?! ahh.. Nevermind...

Sumire always enjoyed your company, and your help

Despite you fucking up every now and then she appriciates the company

Sometimes she'd tell you not to force yourself to do something you couldn't do but you never listen

Your excuse??

"I can do it don't worry! I'm a pro at this"

You ended almost burning the food, or knocking down something

So she just lets you stay back at home

You were one of Sumire's servants, although she didn't treat you like a servant

She treated you more like a friend now.

Sumire and Hakubo watched from a far as you messed up picking up flowers. You were pulling them by the stem and not digging to get the roots and ended up having a very withered out flower

"Are they dumb?..." Hakubo deadpanned as you continued to pluck withered out flowers, Sumire giggled as she placed down her tea cup and walked up to you to help

You saw her from the corner of your eyes walking up to you but you were signaling her not to come, but she did anyways. "Your flowers are withered now [L/N]"

You pouted "I said I could do it.."

"You clearly can not, here let me teach you how to harvest flowers" Sumire smiled at you

For the rest of the afternoon, she taught you how to pick up flowers, and make flower crowns. You've mastered them by now with the guidance of Sumire.

Now that she's gone, the only thing you could do without messing up

Was making flower crowns.

I caved

IM SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG 😭😭😭, I also apologize if I the personality does not match up, I really dunno who Power is LMWODHWUD

#toilet bound hanako kun #jibaku shoujo hanako kun #tbhk x reader #jshk #tbhk #Yashiro Nene #mistuba sousuke #kou minamoto #sumire akane

[animeyanderelover]

Prompt 40 for HxH Machi please?

I'm craving for holidays as always. Studies are a drag.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possesssive behavior, abduction,

Prompt 40

"How long are you going to lock yourself up inside of there?"

There was no answer from the other side of the door and Machi swallowed down the sigh that she felt building up inside of her. She was frustrated with your recent rebellious behavior yet knew very well that she couldn't have expected anything else after the abduction. It was entirely her own fault that she hadn't noticed you back then when she had found out that some hunters had found out about you and had gotten into a bloody fight. out of worries what Chrollo would do to you and her fear that you'd tell others about her identity, she hadn't been left with much of a choice but to kidnap you. The only thing she was thankful for was that the troupe had helped her with the search for a new place where you could be kept. Chrollo seemed partially fascinated with Machi's small obsession, had been lenient and allowed you to stay alive.

"(y/n), please answer me for once." she said to the closed door, her foot tapping impatiently against the wooden floor. It had been like this for the entire last week, your ignorance. Machi was sure that she was someone with a good amount of patience but she felt how you slowly broke it down with your touchy behavior. As justified as it was, you were only making the whole situation more complicated. All she wanted to do was to talk with you.

"(y/n), open the door or at least talk to me or else-"

"Or else what? Are you going to threaten me, break the door open or use your strings to kill me like you did with those two men?"

You snapped at her before she could even finish her sentence and your tone gave your entire bitterness, betrayal and resentment away. The pink-haired woman paused, she didn't like the accusing tone in your voice. Whilst it was true that she was a criminal and had killed people, she wasn't fond of being called only a mindless killer with a lust for blood and no heart, she had her own morals.

"I only want to talk with you like a civilized person but I can't if you continue to act like a bitchy child." was her quick response and she couldn't completely hide the ever so slightly present tone of annoyance in her voice.

"Oh, I'm sorry for reacting like a bitchy child after finding out that my supposed partner is a murderer and internationally wanted criminal who kidnapped me after I found out her secret and keeps me like some sort of prisoned pet in the middle of nowhere so I won't tell anyone!" you hissed fiercely back, her own annoyance only fueling your own temper as you were in disbelief how she had just told you that she only wanted to talk. What was there to even talk about?! It was all her fault.

"(y/n), I am not treating you like a prisoner. If you would be seriously considered a threat for them, you would have been dead already. It's only because I pleaded to let you stay alive because I love you that you're still unharmed. You don't want to know how we handle people we consider a threat for us." Machi replied in a low tone as if she really wanted to scare you right now. She heard shuffling behind the closed door and in the next moment she heard a lud slam from the other side as you hit your flat palm against the door.

"Am I supposed to be thankful now?! For having to stay the rest of my life as a imprisoned person with you?! I don't give a care anymore how you feel about me! You're just a liar and a murderer and nothing more! You killed people in cold blood and expect me to believe you and your promise that I'll be fine! Why don't you just kill me now?! That's what you and your friends can do best after all, can't they?!"

Deep down you knew that you were on thin ice with your words but you just didn't care anymore. You wanted to hurt her as much as she had hurt you with her lies. You had genuinely loved her at one point, had believed her to be better than your previous ex yet she was even worse than him. He was a scumbag but she was just a criminal who had gotten you into this situation where you would be killed if you would try anything. What a wonderful relationship it was!

You didn't hear her answer after that, you could only hear your own enraged breath and heartbeat. Initially you didn't care but after a few moments of nothing, anxiety started to fill you. Had you gone too far and truly triggered her? You hadn't meant it when you had said that you'd rather be killed now, you still valued your life and didn't want to be killed by the hands of the Phantom Troupe. You knew the rumors about them being cruel and heartless. You silently pressed your ear against the door, halting your breath to listen to any sounds from the other side. Still nothing.

"You want me to kill you?"

You flinched back when you heard her icy tone, your heart beating as your body was filled with anxiety. You made as much distance between the door and you as possible and only moments later that turned out to be the right decision. A sharp sound suddenly filled the silence and in the next moment the door suddenly opened itself with a loud bang, hanging afterwards only loosely where it was supposed to hang. You could see that the door handle outside had been broken, the slight glimmer of razor-sharp threats which had successfully cut through the material like it had been butter and Machi who was holding the threats. Her eyes landed instantly on you, took in your terrified form.

Your eyes were wide with horror as you cowered against the wall. You could feel the tears springing into your eyes and your breath quickening and tightening your chest. Machi didn't move, instead both of you continued to stare at each other.

"You're such a monster, you know? You expect me to forgive you after what you've done to others, to me? Are you going to kill me now like I expected you to do?"

Your tone was shaking and high-pitched as you choked on your own tears, still looking at her with your quivering pupils. For a short moment you saw something flashing across her features, a look of guilt or maybe even sadness. Her facial expression was just as fast to harden again and you didn't truly believe that she'd be able to feel like that after you had seen her taking lives with such ease as if it was nothing anymore to her. She turned around on her heels and walked away with quick steps and you only watched her walking down the stairs. You didn't move, not even after hearing the door slamming downstairs, hinting strongly that she had just left the house. You were too terrified, afraid that she'd come back to really finish you off. It took you about 10 minutes before you dared to carefully and cautiously move again.

---

You had told yourself that you'd be fine without her, that you wouldn't worry after she had scared you, threatened you like this. It had been fine the first three hours but after five hours you had started, despite your better judgement, to question when she'd come back. If she would even come back at all. You had gone to bed with a troubled mind despite your attempts to push all your worries down, only got a few hours of sleep before you woke up again and stayed awake for the rest of the night.

When she still hadn't returned in the morning, you had started to feel truly uneasy which had led you to walking around in panic in the living room. She wasn't here and you had time to run away if you would have wanted yet the still present fear of being killed in gruesome ways from the Phantom Troupe held you back.

After a while you had started to search for some kind of phone in hopes of being able to call her even if you didn't even know if she still had the phone from back then when you hadn't known the truth about her. After a while of just rummaging around in all drawers, you had indeed found some sort of cellphone. It seemed like an older exemplar which you couldn't unlock and you instantly assumed it was because otherwise you might try to call someone. The only thing this device seemed to be able to do was to call someone, you didn't know whom though.

You just held it in your hands for a while, thought with jittery nerves whether or not you shold risk to call this emergency number or not. It was in this house so you could have assumed Machi had left it for you in case you'd be in trouble but you weren't completely sure. What if you would end up calling the boss of hers, the worst from all? After weighting out the pros and cons for a while, you decided with a heavy and nervous heart to press the function to call the number.

You only received the long beeps which made you feel more and more on edge, instant regret filling your mind. What if a completely unknown person would answer you? Just as you were about to press the red button to end the call, someone picked up and the sudden lack of the beeping sound startled you more than it should have. No one on the other side of the line answered though as if they were just listening and so you held the phone against your ear with sweaty hands, contemplating whether to say something or not. You still didn't know who it was.

"What is it? Why did you call me via the emergency phone?"

You stumbled back out of relief when you recognized Machi's voice, still sounding cold and distant, but it was her nevertheless.

"Where are you? What are you doing? You haven't come back since yesterday evening?" were the first things you blurted out to her.

"...What I am doing? I'm punishing myself."

This answer took you back quite a bit as you didn't know what to say after hearing her saying it.

"...Why? Why would you do that?" you decided to ask after a moment of silence from your side, your voice giving away how unsure you felt.

"Why? Because I upset you earlier. I do know that it's my fault and that I can't expect forgiveness anytime soon. Instead I only scared you even more, didn't I? I lost my temper which shouldn't have happened. Especially not with you."

She mumbled the last part in a softer tone and you really thought that you could hear the regret in her voice in that moment.

"Ah..." was the best thing you could reply with, you didn't know what else you could say. You couldn't deny that you were a bit worried but your anger was far from resolved either. Another silence filled the two lines afterwards and somehow you could feel that both of you didn't have to say anything else to each other, or rather both of you didn't know how to.

"I see, I guess both of us need to calm down a bit. Be careful." you said halfheartedly before ending the call. You stood there for a couple of seconds more though, with the phone pressed against your ear before you put it back in the drawer.

#yandere hunter x hunter #yandere hxh #yandere machi #yandere machi komacine

[flowers-and-pollen]

Honestly I just hope all of you evil zionist fucks die. It's so sickening how you just lie and lie and lie to kill people who just want to stay in their homes.

It's disgusting that y'all have the audacity to use apparent antisemitism as an excuse for genocide. Anyone with a functioning brain can see that Israel doesn't represent all Jewish people.

Ok I'm going to go through this hate anon sentence by sentence. imo anon hate in general is cowardice because you'll tell me to kms but not show your face? Coward. Look me in the eyes as you threaten and maybe then I'll take you seriously.

So! first sentance.

'Honestly I just hope all of you evil zionists fucks die.'

What do you think I did that makes me evil? Or are you just saying that because you're racist?

Do you even know what zionist means? Yeah I'm a zionist, yeah I'm proud of it, no you're not using it correctly. You're using it as if it's a slur, it's really really not, every zionist i know is proud of that fact

Hope all you like it's not gonna make it a reality

If you're looking to speak to all zionists, this is not the place. I am a single person who cannot spread your message even if I wanted to

Second sentance:

'It's so sickening how you just lie and lie and lie to kill people who just want to stay in their homes.'

Tbh if i could lie online I wouldn't be here

I didn't know the act of lying was actively killing people, pretty sure that's what weapons do

You think Israelis don't want to stay in their homes?? 134 hostages in Gaza who'll be happy to be back home, even though most of their homes were burned to the ground and destroyd by Hamas. So many families stuck living in single rooms because their homes were also burned to the ground and destroyd by Hamas. People who evacuated their homes from fear of being hit by rockets sent by Hamas.

We're the liars? Check again who bombed their own hospital, killing 471 of their own people, injuring 314 more, then blamed it on the IDF. Spoilers: it was Hamas.

I don't remember myself killing anyone. Again, I am not all of Israel, I am a single person.

Onwards to third sentance!

'I'ts disgusting that y'all have the audacity to use apparent antisemitism as an excuse for genocide.'

What genocide? Do you know what genocide means? It's against a race. Not a land. The Holocaust was a genocide, because no matter where the jewish people went the Nazis followed. this isn't a genocide. This isn't against the Palestinians, if they leave Gaza they will not be followed and killed. Stop calling what's going on here by names that don't fit.

'Apparent'? It's not apparent, the antisemitism jews face all over the world and have faced all over history is very true and real and painful.

Who's using antisemitism as an excuse? I've never seen anyone do that, I genuinly want some sources for that

Fourth (and last) sentence!

'Anyone with a functioning brain can see that Israel doesn't represent all Jewish people.'

I??? Never?? Said that israel represents all Jewish people???? Of fucking course it doesn't????

33.1% of Israel's population are atheists (Hilonim), 18.1% are Muslim, 1.9% are Christian, 1.6% are Druze, 4.8% are unclassified or other. Only 40.4% are Jewish, that's less then half.

There are 6.3 million Jews in the USA, that's almost half of the total 15.7 million in the whole world. Israel itself has 7.2 million Jews.

Then this means that a great chunk of the worlds population don't have a functioning brain, seeing the fact that jews all over the world are receiving hate, threats, and violence because of what's happening in Israel and Gaza

What I really wonder about here is that you said that anyone with a functioning brain can see that, yet you can see it even though your brain doesn't seem to be functioning.

In conclusion:

Go outside and touch some grass, pet a cat, watch the sunset, take a shower, take care of yourself, go to therapy, and for G-d's sake, stop spreading hate and misinformation. You are not immune to propaganda.

ובנוסף, לפחות תעשה קצת מחקר לפני שאתה פולט שטויות מהפה שלך. אתה סתם מפזר שנאה בעולם שלא צריך עוד ממנה. צר לי שהחיים שלך עד כדי כך עצובים שאתה מחפש לריב באינטרנט סתם כי אתה משועמם, חסר חיים, וגזען. אני באמת מצטערת בשבילך, צר לי שמישהו פגע בך בצורה בלתי הפיכה שגרמה לך להיות איך שאתה, אדם שונא שהעולם כנראה יהיה יותר טוב בלי. נראה אם בכלל תלך לגוגל לעשות לזה תרגום, מגיע לך להבין את זה. אבל בכל זאת, תודה ששלחת את זה. זה עזר לי לבריאות הנפשית. לצחוק עם חברים על כמה מטומטמים פרו פלסטינאים יכולים להיות, רוב החברים שלי התפקעו מצחוק כבר במשפט הראשון. תענה בתוך עוד שאלה אנונימית אם אתה רוצה, אני אפרק אותה משפט-משפט בדיוק כמו שעשיתי עם זאת.

#ok let's get down to the tags now #israel hamas conflict #israel palestine conflict #israel gaza war #israel gaza conflict #israel #gaza israel war #israel hamas war #hamas war crimes #hamas massacre #idf #israel 🇮🇱 #witchy answers #anon hate #anon harassment #hate anon #hamas crimes #kibbutz be'eri #kibbutz kfar aza #פלסטין #ישראל #מלחמה #המלחמה בעזה #ישראבלר #תעזרו לי פה ישראלים אני מזמנת אותכם

[ragnarokhound]

tagged by @hardlycats! :D

name: Elizabeth! I've also gone by Fenris while online, haha - old username habits die hard :)

pronouns: she/her :) also down with she/they

where do you call home: the pacific northwest owo

favorite animal: a toughie, because I like Many, but zebras were my favorite when I was a kid, and wolves are a big one (...clearly >.>) Dragons tho. If we include mythical animals then dragon hands down, no question

cereal of choice: REESES PUFFS REESES PUFFS (peanut butter chocolate flavor) this was for the joke (insert kombucha girl meme here) fr fr I like rice krispies/choco krispies, if I eat cereal at all

visual, auditory, or kinesthetic learner: kinesthetic probably haha - often people will show me and then tell me a thing, but I really have to just. Try it myself to really Get It. In one ear out the other with me sometimes OTL

first pet: Smokey the goldfish O3O I think...I may have been responsible for Smokey's untimely demise. 4 y o me dumped a little too much food in the aquarium :') RIP Smokey 😔

favorite scent: hm! I don't usually think about this - probably sandalwood, or pine. Fresh cut sawdust :)

do you believe in astrology: I am versed enough to get by with the folks who do lol i'm a libra sun, gemini moon, leo ascending u_u and i kind of know what that all means lmao

how many playlists on spotify/apple music: oh no. ohhh nooo. don't. don't look at me-- oh god. oh no look i've dropped them oh god now i'll be here all day *starts shoving them back into my backpack

(if we don't count other people's playlists that i follow. 285)

sharpies or highlighters: sharpies no contest

songs that make you cry: i don't cry at a whole lot of music! but if we want the same vibe then Little Fall of Rain, On My Own & Empty Chairs At Empty Tables from Les Mis (the london cast recording, not the movie lol) and Vagabond by Misterwives, Andra by The Ghost Of Paul Revere, Liar by the Arcadian Wild, Id by Charlie Allen, I Need My Girl by The National...listen I have a playlist for this lmao

songs that make you happy: Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go by Wham (reminds me of my little brother :)) & Cardiac Arrest by the Bad Suns, Talk Too Much by COIN, Almost (Sweet Music) by Hozier...Listen. I Have A Playlist For This

do you write/draw/create: i write fic! I also went to school for art education and am endorsed to teach art (to high schoolers when I get the chance lol). I was a girl scout arts and crafts specialist for a camp two years in a row, and recently I subbed for a high school ceramics teacher for the last quarter of school and made a bunch of ceramic stuff, it was really fun! I also paint, draw, crochet, cross stitch, and if I had a sewing machine I'd probably sew haha.

I am at the whim of ADHD brain tho (probably >.> squints in undiagnosed) and only post things online sporadically. My JayTim phase is actually the Most active I've been and also stayed in any online activity that involves me making things and also posting them lol

tagging but no pressure: oh yes um! only if you want to! @shineyma | @beanboop | @listen-to-the-inner-walrus

#tag games #:3 #about me

[i-am-just-here-for-zenitsu]

Just some gender swap kokoshinbo x douma

Kokoshino X Douna

(no such thing as punctuation and there is probably spelling mistakes but i wrote this over a span of a month soooo)

Kokoshino walked through the woods holding a book and a box filled with sweets she was heading towards dounas cult her mind was racing as she walks forward she went through the window, knowing that the woman's followers wouldn't be to appease when they saw a six eyed woman, just walking through there, wanting to see their "Lord and Savior" as soon as she got into the biggest building at the site, she walked around until she saw a beautiful looking door with a sign on top of it saying true beauty and elegance room. She assumed it was hers. She walked in seeing three men sitting in front of douna with their hands class together as they looked like they were praying to her "Ah Kokoshino-dono come in come in what brings you here"

(Just read stroll from misunderstanding phycopthay)

As douna continue to talk kokoshino stoped her "as much as I love to hear your short rambles. What are you really like?" The higher raking women ask feeding her another sweet douna's face quickly became cold as she looked at kokoshino "why do you want to know me so badly? Why are you doing on this? Tell me now-" she was cut off by kokoshino pulling her onto her lap there facing inches from each other "do you want to know the truth then fine douna I want you to be my girlfriend no I want you to be my wife." She said sternly douna giggled a bit "your wife you don't even like me no one does" she said annoyed douna thought this was a prank imposed by kokoshino and anaza

"Oh i've seen the real you darling i've seen the you that everyone fears and i love it as much as i love the fake you so please marry me" douna still didn't believe her "what do you like about me depending on your answer I'll marry you" Kokoshino put a cocky smirk on her face then spoke "you are an impulsive liar a psychopath, and Absolute and utter monster you are a snake Nobody likes, but you are also so beautiful you know how to perfectly put on a fake smile and you can hide your emotions so well, and you can create new ones out of the blue you are deceitful and you are stupid but you're so smart while doing it and that is why I love you. You are perfect. You are perfect for me And that, my love, is precisely why I am drawn to you. You are flawless. You are the perfect puzzle piece that fits seamlessly with me. It's not just a want; it's an undeniable need." She admitted, as all six of her eyes stared back into the woman on top of hers douna face softened and it started to become pink she hid her face in the crook of kokoshino's neck she tightened the grip on dounas waist "is that a  yes my love?" Kokoshino asked already knowing the answer douna nodded "no no no use your words pretty girl" Kokoshino said to douna while raising her head up with her hand "yes yes i will marry you just please keep calling me those names" she confessed and begged "well of course my darling wife will always have pet names that i will give her we will have a enormous wedding but i don't want you to let anaza hit you anymore if she hurts you tell me I have been looking practically begging the gods for a reason to kill her" Kokoshino said merely as her hands moved and caressed her new founds wife's face "but she is just playing around she doesn't mean too" douna said pouting "No she does mean to you are so smart but you are gullible as shit my love she hates you and I don't fucking like that.* Kokoshino said grabbing her face and forcing her to look at all 6 of her eyes "if she hits you again kill her or call me you are her superior act accordingly my love" Kokoshino released her grip on dounas face douna stood up and walked over to the golden door and locked it then turned around and smiled at her "come here honey" douna made a motion with her fingers kokoshino quickly stood up and trotted too her kokoshino grabbed douna by the waist and pulled her close "I think you know what I want you to do and trust me I don't fucking beg" Douna said wrapping her arms around kokoshino's neck "I won't make you beg but I sure as hell will make you whimper" Kokoshino whispered into dounas ear before kissing and biting her neck earning soft yelps and moans from douna

#kokushibo #douma #douma x kokushibo #gender swap #at this point #i've given up

[toloveawarlord]

Ch. 2

♥ Pairing: Kumi Hirayama x Kazutora Hanemiya (Eventual) & Ran Haitani x Kumi Hirayama x Rindou Haitani

♥ OC summary: Kumi thinks she understands love. Her relationship with Ran Haitani is exciting, thrilling, full of luxury, and occasionally, a little bit frightening. But as her relationship takes a turn, testing her so called love, she meets Kazutora at her brother-in-laws pet shop. A boy who challenges her definition of love and self-worth.

♥ Tags: @luka-ali

♥ Story Warnings: 18+ Sexual Content; Themes of Manipulations; Dubious Consent; Unrequited love; Gang Violence;

♥ Chapter Warnings: 18+; Smut; Fingering; Exhibitionism; Choking; Public; Penetration;

♥ wc: 3k

♥ a.n: Kumi is slowly becoming one of my favorite ocs ever. Enjoy!

Something smelled really good.

Kumi had decided to return to her own apartment when Ran inevitably had to return to work. The hours that he had spent with her were amazing. He woke her up with sweet kisses and a dozen roses as an apology for leaving her. They'd drank the most expensive wine. He'd kissed every inch of her body and the sex was hours of pleasure.

She had plenty of marks on her skin as proof of how much he loved her.

Kicking off her shoes, Kumi had expected to find her annoying older sister in the kitchen, ready to lecture her about something stupid, no doubt. But instead, it was him... the boy from the pet shop with the unforgettable golden eyes.

"Kana didn't tell you, did she?" Kazutora asked, noting the way that his new roommate looked at him like an intruder. He was a little uncomfortable with the entire situation. Of course, he was grateful to Kana and Chifuyu for being so generous and helping him adjust to life outside prison, but moving in with her little sister was...

Difficult.

He disliked how much she'd affected him after meeting one time. Kana trusted him a lot more than he trusted himself.

Ah, so that's what all those missed calls were about. "I don't answer her calls when I'm with-" She caught herself. Never... when with Ran. Kumi had kept her relationship with him a secret for various reasons. "...my friends."

Golden irises flickered to the hickey on her neck. What a horrible liar. "Do all your friends leave marks on your neck?" Clearly, she was taken, which meant he had absolutely no right to look at her with intent. She was just so pretty.

Oh shit. He'd definitely pissed her off.

"Fuck you. Why are you in my apartment, cooking a meal like you live here." Kumi wanted to storm off, like she always did. But who the fuck storms off in their own home with a stranger inside? A very handsome... very fuckable, stranger... but still a stranger. The girl hadn't had such strong physical attraction to anyone since Ran.

He was her everything. Gorgeous. Sweet. Loving. A god in bed.

Somehow, Kumi imagined that Kazutora would be the gentle type.

Kazutora had nearly burned his rolled egg, too occupied with stealing glances of her. "There was a problem with my place. Kana offered... insisted, that I take her old bedroom for the time being." Living with a beautiful girl, who was also taken by another guy... nothing sounded more miserable. But he'd needed a place to stay.

"Of course, she did. She doesn't live here. She can't just make decisions for me." Kumi frowned. Giving her sister a piece of her mind would only be a big headache. Kana treated her like a child, incapable of making any decisions. She was much too tired to deal with any of it.

As the quiet fell between them, her stomach growled obnoxiously loud. Wine and sex hardly filled the stomach. God, how fucking embarrassing is that? Kumi wished nothing more than to melt into a puddle on the floor and disappear.

"Here, I'll make another." Kazutora offered the rolled egg, hoping it to be some kind of peace offering. He couldn't blame her for being mad. Who would want to be a roommate with someone like him? Even if she didn't know what he'd done...

"This doesn't mean that I like you." The words left her mouth without much thought. So fucking cringe. No wonder everyone thought she was a bitch. Her soft side only came out around Ran. Everyone else was noise that she ignored. Her heart protested, as if she desired to have him like her. "I mean... thanks."

He could recognize a part of himself in her. The younger him that pushed every person away because it was safer to be alone.

"Is that your gaming computer?" He'd been instructed to move it by Kana, but it didn't feel right to take apart a custom-built gaming station.

The egg tasted so damn good, probably because she was starving and a little hungover. Stuffing another bite into her mouth, huffing a little to not burn her tongue, Kumi nodded her head. "I guess I should find a new place for it." It would be strange to hang out in his bedroom even if he were there.

Him lounging on his bed in only some loose sweatpants, casually watching her play the latest first-person shooter game in her skimpy pajamas. He'd get interested and suddenly be right behind her. Voice in her ear, giving her some advice. They probably kiss.

"Kumi?"

Oh fuck, was she staring? Fork halfway to her mouth, looking much like a bitch in heat. Getting a hold of herself, she cleared her throat. "Yeah, it's mine. I'll move it out of your room." To where, she had no idea. Sure, the apartment was huge, but she couldn't game just anywhere. The conditions had to be perfect.

"It's a cool set up. I can tell you built it from scratch." He'd love the chance to build his own gaming computer. Although, he was likely out of touch with all the new components. He didn't have much access to the latest articles and magazines with updated information. He liked that she had those skills.

She shrugged her shoulders. "It's not done. The graphics card could be upgraded, and I need way more storage in order to download the latest games and not have any lagging." It was a never-ending process, but she liked doing it. Especially since Ran gave her a black card with his blessing to buy whatever she desired.

Kumi wasn't the kind of girl to run around shopping all day and spend thousands of dollars on the daily. Sure, she bought more lingerie than the average girl, but most of her purchases were gaming related.

This was it. This was his in. Kazutora could be a friend to someone, if only gaming partners. "Maybe we could play sometime."

"Sure. I'm down." It wouldn't hurt to have a second player. Her online buddies would definitely welcome him. Pushing the empty plate away, she yawned, standing from the stool. "I need some sleep. Uh... later, I guess."

Having a Kazutora as a roommate was going to be fucking challenge.

<< << << << << <<

Buzz. Buzz.

Kumi slapped her hand around the mattress until she found her phone. Her other arm was numb. She'd slept hard. Even with her eyes closed, the screen burned her eyes. "Hello?"

"Did I wake my kitten up? I'm sorry."

"Ran!" Her heart leapt at the sound of his voice. Kumi sat up, throwing the covers off her body and stumbling from the bed. "I'm awake."

The desperation in her voice was amusing. "I'm close to your apartment and thought we could go out for dinner. It's alright if you're too tired, kitten. I know I kept you up late." He wanted to make her frenzied, distraught at the very thought of missing a date with him. Ran had her on a tight leash without her even knowing.

"I want to go! Please come pick me up-"

"Wear that little white corset dress I bought for you and some pretty heels for me. I'll be there in fifteen."

The phone call ended abruptly, but Kumi was brimming with delight. A date! They were going out on a date. Ah, that sounded wonderful. His work had become increasingly busier, and the pair mostly met at his penthouse.

Dressing in the exquisite white dress with off the shoulder straps, Kumi found her favorite pair of red heels to add a little color. She wanted to stand out when with Ran. Girls were constantly throwing themselves at him. And who could blame them.

A god among men, really.

Fifteen minutes was hardly enough time to properly do her hair, but Kumi made do. A straightener easily used to add just a little curl to her bright, blue locks. She was one cloud nine, humming to herself.

Until she remembered.

Kazutora.

She doubted that Ran would appreciate another man living with her. It set panic into her. The night would be ruined if she told him, but not telling him was just as scary. What the fuck was she supposed to do?

Not tell him.

No, she couldn't deal with a confrontation tonight.

Rushing down the stairs, Kumi paid little attention to her roommate lounging on the couch. It would be best to meet Ran outside, to make sure there was no chance he saw Kazutora, the boxes, or anything that would bring him inside.

Kazutora, however, had a hard on after watching her strut around in those heels and skimpy dress. She looked like a goddess. Whoever had her was one lucky guy. He needed a fucking cold shower.

Outside, Kumi nearly smacked right into Ran coming through the front door of the building. "Oh-"

His arms encircled her, steadying the girl. "This is unusual. You're never ready when I arrive." Hell, she was stunning. The perfect little piece of ass he needed. It was easy to see that something had gotten her in a rush. Violet eyes narrowed, attempting to discern what may have been the cause.

Lie. Lie. Lie.

"Well, I-" Kumi bit down on her lip, wishing that she'd had an excuse thought up. He'd usually lean against the bathroom door, simply observing her finishing dolling herself up for him. "I didn't want to make you wait."

"Kitten," Ran cooed, hooking his index finger under her chin to lift her head up. This was new. Kumi hadn't ever tried to make such poor excuses. Whatever it was, he'd have to teach her a little lesson about lying to him. "You've one more try, and if I don't believe you, you'll not like the consequences."

If he found out now, god only knows what he'd do. Kazutora could wind up dead.

"I was rushing because I didn't want to risk you getting called into work again."

That wasn't a lie at all. Kumi hated when their plans were derailed by his job. She wasn't aware of what his work actually was. Of course, Kumi knew that he was a Bonten executive, but she never asked questions. Growing up around all the gangs in Tokyo, she wasn't so stupid as to inquire about Bonten's business.

Violet eyes peered into pastel blue ones, judging the sincerity of her words.

He'd accept that answer.

Whatever else she was hiding, he'd soon reveal. She'd meant what she said, and that would be enough for now. Perhaps, he'd make a game out of it. It could surely serve as a way to get Rindou what he wanted. It was deliciously adorable how she perked up when she assumed that she'd fooled him.

Kumi melted into the tender kiss that she received. Thank god, he believed that was all. "Can we still go?" Her heart fluttered at the charming smile that he gave her.

"Of course, kitten."

A private, corner booth in the VIP section of a new five-star restaurant.

Ran brushed his hand through her light blue locks, tongue sliding over his lips. "Did you do as I asked, kitten?" Drinks hadn't even been brought to the table, but he had to punish her a little. What better way than this?

And her head bobbed so happily, not aware of what he had planned at all.

"Good girl. Now, bend over the table. I'm going to fuck you."

Kumi watched as Ran easily shoved the table closer to the other side of the booth to give her plenty of room. Her gaze shifted away from him, eyeing the rest of the restaurant. No one could see them...

"Three... two..."

He chuckled at how she nearly leapt up from the seat, bending her body over the clothes table. The short dress rode up, revealing that she hadn't worn any panties. Exactly how Ran wanted it. At least she could follow directions.

"Spread your legs."

Each command followed like the good kitten that she was.

Ran lazily reached up to play with her cunt, fingers dragging through her folds and dipping into her pussy. She had a nice body. Small enough that he could pick her up and throw her around. Decent size breasts, not the biggest but enough to play with.

"Ah-"

"Excuse me. Can I get you any drinks?"

Kumi's eyes went wide, mouth open from a soft moan. Ran didn't stop, either. He simply pumped his fingers in and out of her wet pussy, asking for a Mont Blanc as if his girlfriend was bent over the table with her ass up.

"And for the lady?"

"Go on, kitten. Tell him what you want." He curled his fingers, finding that spot that lit her up. Kumi let out a filthy mewl, already close to an orgasm. The little quiver in her legs told him exactly that.

She wanted to hurry and tell him so that he'd leave, but for the fucking life of her she couldn't remember a single drink that she liked.

Ran sighed, removing his fingers and wiping them on a napkin. "She'll have a glass of chardonnay, whatever you recommend." He waited only for the server to step away before slapping his hand against her ass. "That was rude, kitten."

"I'm sorry-" Her eyes rolled back as he sank his cock into her. Kumi shuddered as her walls stretched to accommodate him. A high-pitched moan fell from her lips, fingers gripping the cloth of the table to have something to grab.

"You can make it up to me. Fuck yourself on my cock, kitten. I want you to do all the work tonight."

God, it was fucking pathetic how quickly she started to push and pull herself on his dick. Ran had imagined that she would hesitate, knowing there was a restaurant full of people that would surely hear her.

This kitten was all his.

"That's it. Make a mess, pretty girl."

He was so big. Kumi struggled to keep a steady pace, but her mind was gone. It wasn't enough to be split open. Harder. Faster. She wanted him to break her. "Ran- Ran-"

"You feel so fuckin' good, kitten." He smacked his hand against her ass that jiggled every time she pushed back. Her cunt so wet that it was dripping down both their thighs. "Naughty little kitten, desperately fucking yourself on my cock in public."

Kumi dropped her head down, only to have his hand entangle in her locks and jerk it back up. She choked out a moan, a poor attempt to keep her voice from radiating through the restaurant. The thought that the others could hear her both mortified her and also excited her.

Ran kept a handful of her hair in his fist, forcing her back to arch. "You made it," he greeted his brother with a grin. This was another step toward molding her into the perfect little cocksleeve for the two of them.

"Jesus, is she in heat or something? I've never seen something so fuckin desperate. Couldn't wait till after dinner to have your cunt filled?" Rindou slid into the seat across from them, eye to eye with the barely dressed Kumi. Her tits nearly falling out of the dress, mouth parted with drool dribbling down her chin.

It was impossible to look anywhere else. With Ran holding her head up, Rindou was all that she could see. That muted expression of disgust on his features. Kumi felt heat flood her cheeks.

The sound of his cock entering her pussy over and over filled the space, skin slapping against skin. She had to cum. Even with Rindou right there, all Kumi could focus on was how fucking amazing Ran's cock felt. "Mm- n’- Ran! ‘m- s’close."

"Were those even real words?" Rindou cocked his head to the side, tongue pressed into his cheek. He was fucking angry as hell that he wasn't the one fucking her right now. One measly blow job wasn't enough. "Your slutty kitten wants to cum."

Slutty kitten.

Kumi gasped for air when Rindou's hand latched around her throat. His face only inches from hers. "Do us all a favor and fuckin cum already so I don't haveta listen to your fucking whining." He spit in her open mouth. "Swallow it."

"Alright, kitten. I'll give you what you want. Here's a lesson for you, Rindou. Sweet little Kumi can't cum without her clit being touched. Isn't that right, kitten?" Ran released her hair, moving his hand down to rub harsh circles on her clit.

Fuck. Rindou was even fuckin more pissed off that he hadn't gotten to fuck her now. He could edge her all he wanted with his cock and make her beg. "Hey, Kumi." He waited until her gaze focused on him. Ran had told him to be nicer to her. "You're pretty cute, for one of Ran's kittens."

That was enough to fry her brain. The table creaked as Ran took over pounding into her, abusing her swollen clit. She couldn't mutter out a response at all, nor process that Rindou that actually complimented her. No, only garbled nonsense spilled out from her mouth while she clamped down around his cock.

It felt so fucking good. Kumi lost all sense of where she was. If it weren't for Rindou's hand squeezing her throat, she'd be crying out for the whole place to hear. Her vision went white, unable to breathe.

Ran settled the girl on the seat beside him, arm wrapped around her waist to hold her close. Her drink sat untouched on the table for some time, the brothers having a conversation like Kumi hadn't just been fucked over the table.

"I'm tired of waiting," Rindou said, shifting uncomfortably from the damn hard-on that he had. The way she was the moment, she probably wouldn't even know it was Rindou fucking her if he did.

"It won't be long. I suspect that a few little gestures will get her to come crawling to you. It'll be so much more satisfying when she wants it." The seed had already been planted. Ran could use whatever she was hiding to push her towards Rindou. Make her trust him.

And then she'd be fully trained. The perfect little fuck toy for the Haitani brothers. Willingly do whatever it takes to keep them happy.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo rev #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo rev smut #tokyo revengers oc #tokyo rev oc #kazutora hanemiya #ran haitani #rindou haitani #ran haitani smut #kumi hirayama #long story #chaptered

[jedi-bird]

I made it through yesterday.

(Warning for death mentions and depressive episodes below cut)

I made it through yesterday. I made it through easier than I expected honestly. The days leading up to it were not good. Yesterday, I was busy and had other things to occupy my attention. Today though, not so much.

Yesterday marked seven years since my grandfather died. He was the last of my direct family and the last one who actually cared about me. I didn't get to see him or talk to him for the last four months; a combination of too much work, weird hours, and my family giving me the wrong number for him. I got blamed for everything that happened. I used to be his full time caretaker, while still working a full time job, until I had a nervous breakdown and it became either someone else take care of him or I was probably going to kill myself. At the time he moved away (because care facilities here were more than we could afford and where he went meant that he had most of his family close and visiting daily), he was the healthiest he had been in years despite the repeated strokes. In four months, he'd be dead.

I miss him a lot lately, even though we fought constantly. I was the odd one out in the family. The only one who wasn't fully white, the only one willing to take care of people, the only one who had spent half their life being abused. My grandpa wasn't great, but he tried. He kicked my stepfather out of the house and banned him from ever visiting again (his exact words were I'll burn the house down before you step foot in here again). He took me to rodeos and bought me my first hat. We went to petting zoos and the movie. He taught me to garden, though admittedly it was more what not to do since half his stuff died immediately. We raised chickens together. We used to sing along to the sound of music every year, even after I got my job and spent most of my time trying to catch up on sleep; I'd come home, exhausted and hungry and just needing to be alone for a bit but still stop and sing edelweiss with him (I can still hear his off-key voice whenever I hear the song).

My grandpa was a liar and a jerk and treated my grandma horribly when they were younger. I miss him despite it all.

The year he died, my partner was also in the hospital. They didn't know what was wrong or if he'd make it. I got the call right before going to see him before I had to leave for work. I remember being numb, just not being able to focus or cope. I called my job, begging for the day off because I was afraid to drive and afraid to think and I needed to be with someone who understood. They told my no and said I needed to come in early. So I had to leave the one person who still loved me, who was sick and needed me, to drive almost two hours in traffic to find out I wasn't even necessary that day. I broke down, screaming at my manager in the break area in front of everyone. I was hysterically. They tried to backtrack, telling me they misunderstood and that I could go home. But what was I going home to? Two more hours in traffic to miss visiting hours, to have to go to an empty house full of memories that I couldn't acknowledge yet. I spent most of my shift sobbing in the back areas, no one really knowing how to help me. During all of this too, my family kept threatening to make me homeless. I didn't want to go on.

I don't know how I made it through that time. No one spoke to me for months other than my partner, who did get better eventually. I never got to cope with any of that, or my grandma's or mom's deaths. I just had to keep going.

So I made it through this year. Today is hard but I made it. In a few weeks, it'll be fourteen years since my grandma died, the woman who loved me unconditionally and raised me, and that's going to be hard. I'm afraid that this year, my stepfather will finally find me and I can't deal with that again; he's the reason more than anything that I hate my birthday and just wish it didn't exist. Then I'll be practically alone for the first month of the year and then the numbness will lift for a bit until spring, when I'll have to confront my mother's death again. I've been in therapy for years and it helps but sometimes it's not enough. I know I'll be fine, because I've kept going this long and I can go a bit longer. Each day is a step and breaks are allowed.

But fuck I'm tired right now. I miss the numbness.

[baekhvuns]

Bestie I'm gonna send you another ask later to briefly talk about my fan call, because I'm dying of fever (Hwa's effect?) let me just say I felt like shit (I still do obviously), but he made my morning so much better, he also teared up a bit 😭 and loooked so so pretty, but what's new. I was like "pls let him change, not the MuCore outfit" it was distracting 🥴

Lmaoooo 12 points is better than the infamous 0 jshdhshshsgshsgs. Because MuCore is more difficult to win I was once again robbed of Lino x Ateez interactions, Jungwoo too, I wanted to see Hongjoong and Yeosang with him again :/ Skz doesn't attend The Show, so no MC Yeo x Skz moments either :(

Yes Soshi showcase was so fun, I didn't watch the whole thing, but it made me emooooo. Agreed, the song is simple in quite boring way, but anyways at least it's not unlistenable! I hoped the MV would be more interesting though. I've ordered their albums and the packaging especially of the Deluxe edition is so pretty!

Right I'm afraid of the ads, because it's too good to be true seriously 😭

Can't wait to exist in your universe as a fursona who wants to bite Seonghwa

Noddy always seemed like a boy name to me, I met two people with pets named Noddy too and they were boys... poor animals

I'm really lucky when it comes to kpop albums, but that's about it sjsuiamasbhsshbs. Now when I think about it I remember some Ateez members telling me to hydrate, because it was hot and I was like "yeah, ok" like a liar <3

EXCUSE ME WHAT ENDING?! Nvm I don't need that villain fic idc bring the cute runner Hwa one 🙂🙃🙂🙃🙂

Ngl I only listened to SuperM songs a few times, cause I was so pissed at SM for dragging some of their most talented people (minus you know who) and giving them an NCT type of track 😭 but yeah some songs are pretty ok

Bestie do not get me started on hwips and hwaist...😳 hegs lmaooo but yeah we love a long boy. I always say it's Hwa's era but tbh how can I not. Mingi has achieved his final for I'm afraid and it's deadly

Lmao now everyone needs to pass the NOSE TEST 🤭

I saw a tweet that said it should be illegal for bad things to happen to Seonghwa - exactly, you're mean to my Seonghwa? Instant death

I support Real Madrid and I know Jongho got me, I also support Arsenal 🥴

I like the changed format of the Showterview, the one with Jessi was based more on shocking behaviour from Jessi, lots of simping and chaos which was fun, but here I feel like we can learn more about them and some questions were 👀

Truly, everywhere I go I see HIM. Everything reminds me of HIM. Not complaining too much, but I would like to be normal for a sec... RIP to your WIPs of other members, but I believe you can fight your Shinestar urges (couldn't be me but good luck!)

Idk if I'm ready to read for anyone that isn't Hwa or someone I stan, but I'll keep that CEO series in mind 👀 anything about uber drivers you recommend?

Holy shit?!?!?! Those beach photos you posted, while I'm a strong MILF Hwa enthusiast he does occasionally look DILFy and that's a good example.

Bestie sometimes my browser marks your quiz links as potential fraud and I'm always like "miss Baek wants to send me a virus" Anyway girl what is this 😭😭😭😭 I got little miss princess, some of the things were accurate, but some 💀 what did you get?

THE MINI LIGHTSABER I'M KMS-ING - DV 💖

hi hello!!

Bestie I'm gonna send you another ask later to briefly talk about my fan call, because I'm dying of fever (Hwa's effect?) let me just say I felt like shit (I still do obviously), but he made my morning so much better, he also teared up a bit 😭 and loooked so so pretty, but what's new. I was like "pls let him change, not the MuCore outfit" it was distracting 🥴

omg of course!! BDMWHDNWHDKW NAUR I HOPE U FEEL GOOD 😭😭😭 he wooed you fr fr,,, OH 😭😭😭 DID U GUYS CRY TOGETHER 😭🤚🏼 IN THE MUCORE FIT??? FUCK BESTIE HOW DID U SURVIVE THAT PLS ARE U OKAY /// ?????

Lmaoooo 12 points is better than the infamous 0 jshdhshshsgshsgs. Because MuCore is more difficult to win I was once again robbed of Lino x Ateez interactions, Jungwoo too, I wanted to see Hongjoong and Yeosang with him again :/ Skz doesn't attend The Show, so no MC Yeo x Skz moments either :(

NO LITERALLY DHDJDJ but he’s so funny 😭😭 NAUR WE COULDVE HAD LINO AND HWA INTERACTION AFTER THEI DATE DURING KINGDOM FBFBFB 😭😭🤚🏼 the only time we get interactions atp is at mama 😭

Yes Soshi showcase was so fun, I didn't watch the whole thing, but it made me emooooo. Agreed, the song is simple in quite boring way, but anyways at least it's not unlistenable! I hoped the MV would be more interesting though. I've ordered their albums and the packaging especially of the Deluxe edition is so pretty!

nO BC CBDBDBD KEY DID IGAB??? yeah! simple but there wasn’t that oomfp in it,,, but when hoyeon said “we are forever” PASSED OUT GIRLIES RLY CAME BACK TO DELIVER WHAT EXACTLY KPOP IS DBDBD but they looked so goof and all!! OH MY U DID?? SHIT I HOPE U PULL A YURI BC SHES SO PRETTY THIS CB 😭😭 personally their holiday album was so nice, with all the memories in it and miss jessica 😵‍💫😵‍💫 the deluxe version is so pretty!!!

Right I'm afraid of the ads, because it's too good to be true seriously 😭

no literally im afraid they’ll take it down one day and i’ll mourn so bad 😭😭 like with no ads?? how’s that even possible??? and crisp video quality??? 😮‍💨😮‍💨

Can't wait to exist in your universe as a fursona who wants to bite Seonghwa

FURSONA IM SCREAMINGDNDJDJD DV ANON FURRY CONFIRMED AFTER ALL

Noddy always seemed like a boy name to me, I met two people with pets named Noddy too and they were boys... poor animals

poor animals inDEED WHO TF NAMES THEIR ANIMALS NODDY??? 😭😭🤚🏼 im so surprised i told my mom noddy was a boy and she gave me stank face dvdbdb

I'm really lucky when it comes to kpop albums, but that's about it sjsuiamasbhsshbs. Now when I think about it I remember some Ateez members telling me to hydrate, because it was hot and I was like "yeah, ok" like a liar <3

no u are so very lucky!!!! aS YOU SHOULD,,, HELP THTBRNDH THEY TOLD U TO HYDRATE AND U DIDNT 🔫🔫 😭😭😭😭 YOU LIAR FBFBFBFB

EXCUSE ME WHAT ENDING?! Nvm I don't need that villain fic idc bring the cute runner Hwa one 🙂🙃🙂🙃🙂

WHO WILL DIE WHO WILL LIVE THATS SOLELY UP TO MY BRAIN ATM FBFB pls enjoy the ending <3 i have started witting the first part of it on the side!!

Ngl I only listened to SuperM songs a few times, cause I was so pissed at SM for dragging some of their most talented people (minus you know who) and giving them an NCT type of track 😭 but yeah some songs are pretty ok

yeah!! tbh i kinda liked the concept bc it was rly cool seeing a mega group to be formed but everyone hated it 😭🤚🏼 HDJDJD YEAH THE NCT TITLE TRACKS DBD tiger inside was rly good!!

Bestie do not get me started on hwips and hwaist...😳 hegs lmaooo but yeah we love a long boy. I always say it's Hwa's era but tbh how can I not. Mingi has achieved his final for I'm afraid and it's deadly

HWIPS??? IN DEJA VU??? MAAM. FIRST THE NOSE. NOW THE HWIPS DONT DO THIS TO ME IM WRITING A YUNHO FIC I CANNOT GO WRITE A HWA ONEFBFBFB

Lmao now everyone needs to pass the NOSE TEST 🤭

FBWNBDKW DID U SEE HIS NOSE AT THE FANSIGN IM ASSUMING ☺️☺️

I saw a tweet that said it should be illegal for bad things to happen to Seonghwa - exactly, you're mean to my Seonghwa? Instant death /// I support Real Madrid and I know Jongho got me, I also support Arsenal 🥴

THAT IS SO TRUE NOTHING BAD SHOULD EVER HAPPEN TO HIM NUH UH shinestar’s will put instant death fbdbdb 😭😭😭 oHHHHH MADRID DBDB IM W MANCHESTER UNITED

I like the changed format of the Showterview, the one with Jessi was based more on shocking behaviour from Jessi, lots of simping and chaos which was fun, but here I feel like we can learn more about them and some questions were 👀

actually you’re so right this one seems a bit more laid back and comfy than jessi’s,,, NO UR SO RIGHT ON THAT !!! oh some of them questions that one that yunho didnt answer 😀😀

Truly, everywhere I go I see HIM. Everything reminds me of HIM. Not complaining too much, but I would like to be normal for a sec... RIP to your WIPs of other members, but I believe you can fight your Shinestar urges (couldn't be me but good luck!) /// Idk if I'm ready to read for anyone that isn't Hwa or someone I stan, but I'll keep that CEO series in mind 👀 anything about uber drivers you recommend?

RIP TO MY WIPS BC I MADE ANOTHER WIP FOR HIM TODAY 😭😭😭😭😭😭📉📉 “but I believe you can fight your Shinestar urges (couldn't be me but good luck!)” LMFAOOOO EHQJEJWHDEJ everywhere it’s Him every time i see a group photo of ateez my eyes??? immediately on seonghwa 🔫 OH PLS DO READ IT ITS QUITE GOOD !!! here’s your daily uber driver recs ☺️☺️ do u perhaps fancy a uber driver who models?? or a ceo?

Holy shit?!?!?! Those beach photos you posted, while I'm a strong MILF Hwa enthusiast he does occasionally look DILFy and that's a good example.

SOMEONE SAID THAT PHOTO SET REMINDS THEM OF DIVORCE HWA THE HUSBANDY LOOK 😭😭😭 I CANNOT ANYMORE FBWMFBWK

Bestie sometimes my browser marks your quiz links as potential fraud and I'm always like "miss Baek wants to send me a virus" Anyway girl what is this 😭😭😭😭 I got little miss princess, some of the things were accurate, but some 💀 what did you get? /// THE MINI LIGHTSABER I'M KMS-ING - DV 💖

LMFAOOOO 😭😭😭😭 OTS ACTUALLY ME TRYING TO GET UR PCS NOT FRAUD fhwkdhek I got

Art Bitch <3

You probably love to create things, art, clothes, films, books, etc etc. You hide behind all the things you make, you look for a escape in these things, you were probably the art or book kid growing up. You probably used art/books to get away from the things going around you, to bring yourself into a new world. You never grew out of this "phase", you probably want to be a writer, director, artist, etc etc when you grow up even if people tell you to get a real job, you probably felt left out during elementary career day because they never had creative jobs just firefighters and cops. Your favorite class is probably art or creative writing/english, you haven't found your people yet. But someday you will be surrounded with people that KNOW you, and it's going to be the best feeling ever. And you are going to never want to let those people go, keep making your art, share it with the world or keep it to yourself, its your art, your stories, and how ever looks/reads it is going to love it! I believe in you, and I'm proud of you.

🧍🏻‍♀️🧍🏻‍♀️ ???

IM YELLING THIS IS SO TRUE

is this your type of stompers

#✉️ : ask #dv 💖 anon