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astermath · 1 year

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“So? Whatever.”

pairing: dave lizewski x popular!fem!reader

summary: The preppy girl that just about everyone admires has more in common with Dave than he expects. He doesn’t quite know how to handle this information, but it excites him nonetheless.

word count: 2K

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notes: I haven’t written something like this in a good while, so please bear with me if I’m rusty or there are some mistakes here and there. Reader is referred to with she/her pronouns, I tried to be as non descriptive as possible about her appearance. I do love writing a bit of a mean reader like this, but don’t worry, she’ll warm up to him. This fic takes place in senior year for age purposes, I’m pretty much fully ignoring the timeline of the film. Comments and/or requests are super welcome btw!! Hope you enjoy!! <3

(ps this will get a part two don’t worry xx)

To Dave, girls like you were unreachable. You could hear about them, you could listen to them talk in the hallways, sneak a glance their way… But talk to them? Any single one of their group would consider that social suicide. The only reason any of them even looked in his direction was to ask him to do their homework. So why in god’s name were you at his locker? Why were you acknowledging his existence at all?

“What’s that?” You leaned against the locker next to his, pointing at the piece of a comic book panel he’d taped to the door. It pictured Spider-man putting on his mask for the first time, something Dave looked to when he needed some motivation for the day.

He struggled to get basically any words out, still not fully registering that you’re within such close range. He could smell you… God that was really weird to think about, he felt like a creep already, but you just… Smelled really nice. Like vanilla, mixed with something sweet. He realized he hadn’t answered your question yet and was just staring in front of him like a weirdo. “O-Oh, yeah, that’s uh… That’s Spider-man. It’s this… This superhero I like.” He adjusted the strap of his backpack to keep his hands busy.

You smiled and rolled your eyes. “Duh, I know who Spider-man is, please.” You couldn’t help but think he was doing anything to avoid looking into your eyes, as if you’d turn him to stone if he dared to do so. Which, yes, was exactly how he felt.

“I wanted to know which comic that was from. The art style looks a lot different than the ones I’ve seen.” Now this part was pretty much making his teenage brain short circuit. He probably didn’t hear that right, there’s no way a popular girl like you read comics, right? This had to be some kind of elaborate joke, like you were trying to pull a prank on him by making him ramble about his favorite superheroes. However, he wasn’t close minded. Even if this was a prank, at least you were talking to him, right?

“Yeah, sorry, I uh… Forget he’s a pretty popular character sometimes. This one’s from a collector’s edition. One of the pages was kinda falling apart so I just… Taped my favorite panel to my locker.” Again, he tried to look anywhere else, but it felt rude not to be making eye contact with the person who’s trying to give you a chance at a conversation. His eyes met yours and he realised he hadn’t ever actually seen you up close like this. You were really pretty, he knew that, but he never noticed these particular things about you before. The way your hair framed your features so nicely, the little beauty mark that seemed to be somehow perfectly placed, or the way a dimple appeared on your right cheek when you smiled.

“Hopefully you didn’t pay too much for it, those things cost like, a fortune.” You followed, snapping him out of his haze as you twirled a piece of hair between your index and middle finger. Dave was much taller than you, so you had to look up to match his gaze, which was already hard since he kept avoiding your eyes. You never realized how much he’d matured since freshman year. He looked pretty cute… Really cute, actually.

“S-So, uhm, I really don‘t wanna be rude, but…” He closed his locker before looking at you with a rather awkward expression. “Why are you here? Why are you… talking to me?” Honestly, not an unjustified question. Dave was often the subject of bullying, and the popular girls clique made no exception to that rule. He doesn’t remember you specifically doing anything, although... He has a vague memory of you being in the car with those jocks when they threw spoiled milk at him.

“What? A girl can’t talk to her fellow classmate? This is a free country, you know.” You pretended to be a little hurt by his assumption that you were probably just here to make fun of him. In all honesty he was still a little dumbfounded by this whole ordeal, and the fact that half the people that passed you were giving you two weird looks really wasn’t helping. “You know I sit behind you in English, right?” He responds by nodding. He is painfully aware of this fact, as your friends had expressed their empathy for you when your seat was assigned behind him, though you honestly didn’t mind. And also the fact that he got a fair share of gossip from you and your best friend always whispering to each other. “Well,” you flipped a bit of hair over your shoulder. “I saw you had a copy of Birth of Venom in your backpack, and I... Wanted to ask if I could borrow it...” You looked to the side, muttering the last part. As much as you tried not to care what people thought, you did have a bit of a reputation that you were stuck to. Liking comics wasn’t for you, you were a cheerleader, you went to parties, you liked shopping. Okay, you secretly liked comics.

Dave looked at you with a puzzled expression. “I-I’m sorry, can you repeat tha--”

“Can I borrow your stupid comic or what?” You interrupted him, clearly looking a bit embarrassed.

“Oh!” His face was getting hot, this conversation was lasting way longer than he imagined it would. Usually he’d have his face shoved into his locker by now. “U-Uhm, sure! It’s a bit expensive, but... Well, just don’t damage it, please.” He took his backpack off his shoulder and was about to pull it out before you grabbed his arm.

“Not here you dumbass! Just, like... Ugh, meet me at my car after school’s over, you can hand it to me then.” You were acting like this was some kind of illegal drug deal, but this truly was something important to you. Your dad had already made it very clear that he didn’t want his little girl becoming some kind of tomboy and have her mind run rampant with superhero stories. Especially with this Kickass guy running around...

The bell rang and you silently thanked it for doing so. “Look, I gotta go. White Corvette, by the vending machines.” You walked past him, and a waft of that lovely vanilla scent hit his nose. He damn near melted into the floor when your arm brushed against his. “Later, Lizewksi.”

You leaned against the hood of your car, scrolling on your phone as you waited for the brunette to show up. You couldn’t help but feel a little guilty that you were just meeting him in secret like this. It’s not like you were embarrassed to be seen with him, or that you didn’t like him, it’s just that liking comics and superheroes was just about the dorkiest thing anyone could be into. Especially with Kickass running around, and, well, kicking ass, people would probably be thinking you’d be into this whole vigilante business yourself. Sure, you thought it was cool that people were doing something about all the crime, but you’d rather die than mess up your hair beating some thug’s ass.

You noticed someone approaching and noticed that Dave wasn’t alone. With a bit of a disgusted expression, you gestured to his two sidekicks. “I don’t remember inviting the entire geek entourage to come see me. This isn’t some kinda meet and greet, you know.” Todd and Marty seemed, just like Dave before, a little shocked that you were talking to them.

“S-Sorry, they just uh...” Dave began.

“We didn’t believe him.” Todd followed.

“...believe what?” You questioned, crossing your arms.

“That a chick like you was into comics.” Marty said, before Todd smacked him on the back of the head. “Dude! Don’t say it like that!”

You got a bit flustered, and looked at Dave. “You told them!? What the fuck, Lizewski?”

“I-I’m sorry!” He held up his hands. “They were asking me what we were talking about, and... I panicked.” They were more so insinuating that he was flirting with her, and he didn’t want that rumor going around, in case your jock brother caught wind of that and beat his ass for flirting with his sister.

You sighed, looking down and pinching the bridge of your nose before waving your hand out in a dismissive manner. “It’s... whatever, just leave. Before I change my mind and throw a bitch fit.” His two friends gave him a suggestive look before heading out. “Those two better not snitch or I’ll cut off their shrimps.” He nodded, just a little intimidated by the threat.

He got out his backpack and handed you the comic. “I’m still surprised I uh... I never knew you were into this stuff.” His breath hitched in his throat when your finger brushed over his as you took it from him. You flipped through it, keeping your eyes on the pages.

“Yeah, well... There’s a lot you don’t know about me, as much as I’m sure you guys love to assume.” You realized you hadn’t even told him your name, so you looked up at him and held out your hand, introducing yourself. You know, out of courtesy.

“I-I know your name, but uhm... I’m Dave.” Your hand felt so soft, your beautifully manicured fingers being a real juxtaposition to his. His hand was much bigger and rougher than yours. You wondered why his hand was so calloused anyways... He didn’t look like he did many sports.

“Wait... Your name isn’t Lizewski?” You chuckled. “Christ, my bad... I always thought that was just your first name.” Your feeling of guilt for the boy before you flared up a bit again. He was being really nice to you, offering you something personal of his that he probably spent a pretty penny on. And you didn’t even know his actual name before. No wonder some people thought you were a bit of a bitch, you thought to yourself.

“Hey, uhm... I know you got a bunch of these, and my dad would kill me if he knew I was reading them. He hates vigilantes, and he thinks reading comics will get me into the whole thing. Stupid, I know, but... He takes it surprisingly seriously.” You put the comic away carefully. “So I have a proposition for you.”

His eyebrows rose a little. A proposition, alright. No big deal. Could be literally anything though.

“Come to my house this Saturday, bring a bunch of these, and I’ll tell my dad you’re coming to tutor me for physics or something.” You tilted your head a little, your locks falling gently over your shoulders. “I’ll pay you. Money’s not a problem. It’ll be like I’m renting them from you.”

He thought for a second, but in all honesty... How was this not a total win/win situation? He got to be in a pretty girl’s room, read comics with her, talk about them and make money. What kind of idiot would say no to that? “Yeah! Sounds good to me, uh... What do you want me to...” His words trailed off as you pulled out a pen and reached for his hand, writing a string of numbers on the back of it.

“I’ll text you the address, and which series I like. I’ll let you do the picking. Oh, and Dave?”

“Y-Yeah?” He felt like his heart was going to beat right out of his chest. This is the closest you’ve ever stood to him.

Your grip on his hand tightens, and you look up at him with a death stare. “Not a word to anyone about this.” You followed with a cutesy smile. “Alrighty?” You let go of his hand and put your stuff away before pulling out your car keys.

Dave stands frozen in place, a faint blush already spread across his cheeks. He swore you were going to be the death of him. He looked down for a second and realized that what you wrote down wasn’t just some random numbers. It was your phone number. It all just suddenly felt very real to him, he’d never gotten a girl’s number before. And you were just about the last person he’d expect it from too.

You got in your car and turned on your engine. “See ya on Saturday, Lizewski! Don’t be late or I’ll kill you!” You smile, before driving off at a totally normal and acceptable speed.

He gave a nervous wave before he looked back down at his hand. There was a little heart scribbled behind the phone number. It probably meant nothing.

But boy did it make his heart flutter.

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sluttywonwoo · 11 months

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Here me out- a San/wooyoung threesome

making a deal with the devil choi san

details: bf!san x fem reader x bff!wooyoung

warnings: smut (18+;mdni), threesome, fingering, cliff hanger

word count: 1.8k

“tell my girlfriend she looks pretty, woo.”

wooyoung coughs abruptly like he wasn’t expecting to be addressed and stutters out an unconvincing “you… look pretty,” making both you and your boyfriend shoot him an unimpressed look.

“say it like you mean it,” san prompts again.

“you look really, really pretty,” wooyoung says automatically. you don’t have any trouble believing him this time.

“baby, what do you say?”

you duck your head bashfully. “thank you, woo.”

wooyoung grins at you shyly.

“get on the bed with her,” san orders him. wooyoung scrambles to obey.

he perches himself next to you, careful not to let any part of his body brush against yours. he won’t touch you until san gives him the green light, even though you can tell he so desperately wants to.

neither of you are quite sure what’s going through san’s mind right now as he stares the two of you down… he’s never been keen on sharing you in any manner— you’ve caught him glaring at the other guys when they make you laugh too hard for christ’s sake, so why is he letting his best friend fuck you?

you had both thought he was joking when he mentioned it, laughing at the mere thought of a threesome.

“i’m serious,” san insisted, making you both pause. “i know you want to. unless you’ve changed your mind?”

“san, what is this about?” you’d asked. he ignored you.

he stared straight past you at his best friend. “overheard your conversation with yunho.”

you turned your attention to wooyoung and watched the color drain from his face.

“i can explain-”

“i don’t really see how someone could misunderstand someone saying ‘yeah, man, i’d give anything to fuck her— if her boyfriend wasn’t my best friend and also someone i’m convinced could get away with murder.’”

wooyoung pursed his lips. “okay, well when you put it like that…”

“you put it like that when you said it to yunho in the middle of our kitchen!”

wooyoung whipped his head over to you as if he’d only just remembered you were also there. “i’m really sorry, y/n. you must feel so… grossed out. and objectified. and… god, i’m so fucking sorry.”

“she likes it,” san said, shrugging.

you gasped, affronted. “san!”

“only telling the truth, baby. bet you’re already making a mess in your panties over there.”

you didn’t grant him the satisfaction of confirming nor denying (lying) his claim. instead, you simply rolled your eyes at him and crossed your arms over your chest like you were frustrated with him over something silly, something like groceries or laundry, not him telling his best friend what turns you on.

“so… what are you saying?“ wooyoung asked nervously.

“that if she wants to, you can have sex with my girlfriend. in front of me.”

“are you fucking with me? is this how you’re getting back at me for what i said?”

san shook his head. “i’m serious. but it’s up to her.”

now wooyoung is on san’s bed with you, awaiting further instruction. you’re practically vibrating with anticipation. no amount of deep breathing or counting to ten can calm your nerves.

san had known about your kink for a while now. you never expected him to indulge it aside from maybe a dirty comment here and there in bed. and you certainly didn’t expect for him to fully play into your fantasy and make into a reality.

“kiss her.”

wooyoung nods, acknowledging that he heard san, but doesn’t move. you help him out by leaning in his direction, hoping he’ll meet you halfway. with another nod of approval from san, he does, pressing his lips to yours so chastely you want to laugh.

it’s over before you can even register that it’s happening. wooyoung pulls away almost immediately.

“we really don’t have to do this, woo,” you assure him, hand finding his own and squeezing comfortingly.

“no, i want to,” he’s quick to insist. “trust me, i want to. i’m just so fucking nervous.”

“i guess i’ll just have to show you how it’s done,” san says with a sigh.

your boyfriend joins you on the bed, pushing wooyoung aside so that he can have you all to himself for a moment.

he slots his lips with yours, instantly pushing his tongue into your mouth. you moan, body going slack.

san catches you and lays you back on the mattress. he gets you to wrap your legs around his waist as he continues to make out with you, grinding against you through his pants.

wooyoung watches through lust-clouded glasses. that could’ve been him right now if he hadn’t been a coward. would san even let him touch you at this point? was the deal off now?

“help her get her pants off,” san tells wooyoung when he finally breaks away for air.

this time, he jumps into action. he scoots himself closer to the two of you on the mattress and slides his hands in between your body and san’s, searching blindly for the button of your jeans.

he finds it eventually and tries not to think about how he’s also brushing against his best friend’s dick as he fumbles to undo it. with that done, it’s easy to do the rest. you help him by arching your back and pushing your hips off the bed so that he can get them off without any trouble.

“nice job,” san praises him, rolling off of you. “now, kiss her.”

he props himself up on his elbow, not quite sure how to just lay himself on top of you like san had, but you don’t seem to mind. you turn onto your side to face him properly, smiling reassuringly. wooyoung feels his heart do a somersault in his chest. you always seemed to meet him where he was at, no matter where that might be.

he kisses you with a bit more confidence this time, copying the way san had slipped his tongue into your mouth. you moan, eagerly welcoming the change of pace.

his hand cups your cheek automatically, and he finds himself leaning into you, more and more until he’s hovering over you.

“touch her,” san says from his corner, making wooyoung jump.

he’d already forgotten his friend was there.

“where…” wooyoung trails off.

“anywhere,” you gasp.

“over her panties,” san directs, giving wooyoung a much more specific instruction.

wooyoung parts your legs with his hands and traces the shape of you over your underwear, shuddering when he feels your arousal coat his fingers. earlier, after he’d taken your pants off, he had been able to see just how wet you were. you’d gotten even wetter since kissing him and now you were making a mess of the bed too.

“take them off for him, baby,” san tells you after a few minutes. it’s the first time he’s spoken directly to you in a while.

you smile at your boyfriend and slide them down your legs, holding them out for san to take. he does, and then tucks the article into wooyoung’s jacket pocket.

“a keepsake,” is all he offers as an explanation.

wooyoung feels the back of his neck heat in embarrassment and he hopes you and san can’t tell how red it’s just gotten as a result of your soaked panties being placed into his pocket. his cock twitches in his pants at the idea of what he could do the… gift later.

he’s not sure what he has permission to do at this point but he figures fingers must be fine so he goes back to what he was doing, now without the barrier of your underwear in the way.

you spread your legs even wider for him and moan softly, watching as he pushes his middle and his ring fingers inside of you.

“fuck,” wooyoung groans.

“she feels perfect, right?”

“so fucking perfect.”

“add a third finger,” san advises. “she’ll lose her mind.”

“yeah?”

“she might even squirt for you if you can hit it right.”

“for real?”

san nods. “it might happen even if you don’t hit it right, just because she’s so excited. right, baby?”

“san,” you whine.

“sorry, baby. i won’t spill any more of your dirty little secrets.” (lie) “wooyoung will figure them out on his own soon enough.”

wooyoung’s determined to get you to cum on his fingers— he doesn’t even need you to squirt (although he’d like it very much), he just wants to prove to himself that he can make you fall apart. he’s dreamed about it for so long already.

the dream comes true for him soon enough. it doesn’t take long at all for you to start chanting wooyoung’s name, begging him not to stop as you release all over his hand.

he’s still got his fingers inside of you when you sit up and start clawing at his sweats.

“i need you to fuck me now. please, god, get inside of me.”

wooyoung chuckles, can hear san laughing more distantly too, but is quick to give in to your pleas.

he realizes he’s actually still fully dressed. san is too. meanwhile you’re completely naked from the waist down. tits covered, pussy out. they might have skipped a few steps. oops.

wooyoung shucks off his windbreaker, then his t-shirt. he pulls his pants and briefs down in one go.

while he’s undressing, you seem to realize you also still have your shirt on so you yank it off and toss it in the direction of wooyoung’s pile of clothes. san re-enters the scene to help you take your bra off and then he’s stepping back into the shadows again.

wooyoung’s so hard at this point he almost forgets to feel self-conscious. almost. it’s difficult not to feel self-conscious when you’re completely naked in front of the girl you have a crush on and your best friend.

you seem to like what you see at least, judging by the way your eyes get wide when your gaze reaches his dick, and that’s enough for him.

you beckon him forward and he rejoins you back on the bed, now full of nervous jitters. but he doesn’t have time to overthink it because you’re pulling him back on top of you. wooyoung cradles your thigh against his hip as he kisses you, nudging your clit with the head of his cock. you’re still sensitive from cumming the first time but you don’t shy away from the extra stimulation.

“i’m gonna fucking cum the minute you’re inside of me,” you moan.

me too, wooyoung thinks to himself. then, “san, what about a condom?”

“oh, you won’t be needing one of those,” his best friend answers casually.

“what?” you and wooyoung ask in unison, both sounding shocked.

“you won’t be cumming inside of her,” san continues. “not her mouth, nor her cunt.”

“but what am i supposed to-”

“you can cum on her,” he explains. “wherever she’ll allow you to, but cumming inside is for me… and if you think you won’t be able to control yourself, well, then i guess you’re out of luck.”

#answered #anon #ateez smut #atz smut #san smut #choi san smut #wooyoung smut #jung wooyoung smut

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judeswhore · 1 year

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WRITE A GOAL DEDICATION BLURB

♡ okay ask and i shall deliver, based on this pic

your heart was in your mouth, fingers of both hands crossed as you watched your boyfriend set up to take the penalty. you couldn’t see his face, just focused on the steady rise and fall of his shoulders as he readied himself, the ball situated firmly at his feet. his mum was beside you, slightly less nervous than you were, a half teasing smile on her lips as she patted your leg.

“you’re more worked up than he is.” you huffed a light laugh but didn’t take your eyes off the pitch. jude shook his hands out just a little, twisted his neck and then took one last deep breath.

“i just don’t want him to miss.”

“he won’t.” the run up was small, the connection of his foot to the ball swift. he didn’t miss. it was embarrassing how quickly you were out of your seat, smile so wide it hurt, cheering a little too loudly but you cared little about the people around you as you clapped. jude was celebrating immediately, rushing from the goal to the corner of the pitch, sliding across the grass with his hands out at his sides.

you knew how much it meant to him, how elated he must be feeling as his teammates bombarded him with shouted praises and claps on the shoulder. gio had dived on to his back and almost knocked the both of them over and even from your spot in the stands you could make out jude’s blinding smile. he was laughing, trying not to drop his friend as he turned, his body fully angled to where he knew you were sitting.

he let gio slide off his back and searched the seats for a few moments, brows furrowed and you knew he was looking for you. his smile grew wider when he finally spotted you and your heart tugged, chest heavy with adoration, the need to tell him how proud you were almost overwhelming. his smile slowly turned smug. his gaze was zeroed in on you, both of you momentarily oblivious to the sounds of thousands of people around you.

you watched with bubbling emotion as he raised his hand and kissed his pinky finger, eyes locked on yours. you knew immediately before he did anything else that it was for you, a dedication that he knew few people would understand. from the start of your relationship it had become a tradition that the two of you would link pinkies when making promises, no matter how big or small. it had started off as a joke, he’d promised one time that he’d bring you home some ice cream and you’d forced him into a pinky promise. it had stuck since then.

it had also somehow found it’s way into his match day ritual. you’d tell him you loved him, pinkies linked together, and he’d kiss you in return. he never left until it had happened. the fact he was acknowledging it in the packed out stadium made you buzz with energy, throat closing as happiness zipped inside of you. you weren’t sure why you wanted to cry, maybe it was because it was the first time he’d publicly dedicated a goal to you but you were feeling more than a little choked up.

jude grinned a little wider and blew you a kiss, dropped his eye in a wink before he was spinning on his heel and jogging back into position. you gave a breathless laugh and shook your head, tried to ignore the curious glances of people around you as his mum bumped your shoulder. she threw her arm around you as you both fell back into your seats.

“he definitely knows how to cause a scene.”

#hey jude :)#jude bellingham #leigh’s baby blurbs #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham one shot #jude bellingham blurb #jude bellingham smut #jude bellingham fic #jude bellingham fluff #jude bellingham x reader #sinclaiirs baby blurbs

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zippitty · 1 year

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mp100 finale spoilers

It really got me how “Shigeo” was all “Reigen has never given a fuck about me so I don’t give a fuck about him” but it’s the fact that Reigen proves that he cares and is willing to kill himself trying to own up to his lies and tell the truth that finally gets the halves of Mob to reconcile because that last piece of emotional dissonance (believing in his master being a good person and giving him good advice and confidence vs doubting his motives and if he’s ever told the truth or is going to) surrounding one of the biggest pillars of his life was finally resolved. This normal ass man owning up to his normal ass mistakes is what gets the boy with the power of a god to accept the part of himself he’s scared of. (And for Reigen, the god-boy who he’s been abusing the trust of accepts HIM for all his good and bad parts.)

Shigeo was really so sure that going full throttle in the other direction (leaning into his powers and doing whatever he wants with them, rejecting Reigen’s core advice) was the right way forward for “them” but it’s Reigen who gets him to realize he was wrong. Because even that part of Mob wanted Reigen to truly believe in him and care for him and accept him for all he is. And when Reigen is fully honest, he can finally believe him. To Shigeo, Reigen has only ever been telling Mob to ignore that part of himself unless it was for Reigen’s own gain. But then Reigen does something truly selfless and tells him “it’s okay, you’re ready, you can do this, you don’t need me anymore, you’re your own person and always have been” and that’s what brings Mob back and gets Shigeo to let go.

Reigen’s last bit of selfishness is that although he’s ashamed of his lies he’s thankful they brought Mob into his life, not for the financial gain but for all the good and all the other people he’s brought into Reigen’s life. That he values Mob for who he is and not just what he can do, and that Mob should value that too.

We joke about this grown man being besties with a middle schooler but the whole show has been centered around their friendship that’s sometimes difficult, always weird, and incredibly important to both of them.

Back at the end of the separation arc, Mob gave Reigen an out when he tried to confess. Mob recognized that Reigen was already beaten and bruised and forced to his lowest and that wasn’t the right time to acknowledge it, it wouldn’t have done anything for either of them. But Shigeo forced Reigen’s hand, made him confront everything he’s done wrong or overlooked when it came to Mob - and Reigen didn’t turn tail and run (“It’s okay to run away when things go south” anyone?), didn’t try to blow it off, didn’t back down from his earnest desire to help Mob even when there’s nothing in it for him but danger and pain. He loves that kid and he needs Mob to know it.

Then at the end of it, Mob was able to safely let out his emotions for the first time in a long, long while - and he trusted that with Reigen. Because he finally felt safe and whole and fully his own person - someone that all the people in his life would accept, starting with the first person that gave him hope after that traumatizing incident.

As Mob said in the fan book - Shishou will always be Shishou.

#mp100 #mp100 spoilers #mp100 season 3 #welcome to emotional rambling hours #talk tag #idk how coherent this is #I really want to rewatch the episode

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i520u · 11 months

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star-crossed ✩°｡ ⋆⸜

five. resist

You weren’t able to focus on any period that was scheduled before lunchtime. Honestly speaking, you couldn’t even fully grasp why you were so worried about having lunch with Gyuvin— and his friends, of course. Your stomach felt like it was going to be ripped out of your body every time you picture yourself sitting at the same table, and the possibility of Ricky sitting right across the table from you, where it would be obvious if you were avoiding his gaze.

You had a total of 8 minutes before the bell would eventually ring, sealing your fate of having to eat lunch with three highschool boys. What other worse fate could there possibly be for a teenage girl? You tried exhaling in an attempt to calm your nerves, only to realise how shaky it was. It shouldn’t be that serious. It’s just lunch. Gyuvin is your friend, and Gunwook is a nice honours student. You will be fine. You kept chanting those words in your head like a prayer.

Lightly slapping yourself — quiet enough so no one would be able to notice you did something so weird — you finally came to your senses to focus on the class that was currently commencing. You started writing down short notes of whatever you thought was important, and it did a great job distracting you from the gut-wrenching feeling you’ve been experiencing the entire day.

When the bell finally rang, the short-lived distraction you had was gone yet again. You saw Gyuvin, all the way at the front (because he sits next to Gunwook who actually wants to learn) immediately turn his back around to look at you. He had a bright smile on his face and you could almost immediately tell that he was excited to have lunch with you. Gunwook followed Gyuvin’s gaze shortly after, flashing you a friendly smile.

Your worries seemed to disappear a little bit, relieved that Gunwook doesn’t completely loathe the idea of having a stranger join him for lunch. You let out a sigh of relief, half of your worries felt like it was lifted out of your body by such a small gesture. “Hey, you’re joining us for lunch today, right?” You almost jumped at the familiar voice. You tried to look calm as you turned around. You were supposed to ignore him today, but you can’t just ignore him when he’s talking to just you, right?

You thought about it for a good minute or two, whether you were going to just ignore him and make your way to the other boys, or to at least acknowledge his existence. The silence wasn’t long, but seeing how his question was awkwardly hanging in the air as it awaited your answer, it was a little bit embarrassing. You finally gave him a nod as you stood up from your chair. Ricky flashed a smile at your non-verbal answer.

The two of you made your way to the Gunwook and Gyuvin, who immediately hushed themselves up when you got close enough to them. “Who’s a hungry boy?” Gyuvin said, breaking the silence. You stopped yourself from morphing a look of disgust from his choice of words, “me, me!” Gunwook replied, before the two of them started giggling among themselves over their stupid joke.

You couldn’t help but spare Ricky a glance, curious if he was just as disgusted as you were at what had just happened. Ricky didn't give much of a reaction, just a confused smile that lasted for about 2 seconds before he was back to his default resting face. “I hope there’s something good on the menu today.” Gunwook continued as he walked out with Gyuvin, practically leaving you and Ricky behind.

You quickly caught up to the two boys, you didn’t want to walk with Ricky as you were on a mission to ignore him. You decided to make conversation with the two boys, but they oddly looked flustered with your presence. You weren’t sure if you were misinterpreting what you were witnessing, but you had definitely caught them stealing glances with each other as if trying to send signals to each other.

You tried ignoring the uncomfortable gut feeling that was telling you that they definitely hated you, and continued conversing with the two. As Gyuvin was replying to what you had just said, a student who looked fairly young – probably around Yujin’s age or younger – came up to the four of you. “Mr Scott wants to see you two.” The young boy’s words stopped you in your tracks. You could practically feel the lump in your throat forming when you came to the realisation that it was going to be just you and Ricky.

“O-oh!” Gyuvin laughed awkwardly, Gunwook started to act weirdly too. “Dude, it’s probably the, uh, thing that we were discussing about with Mr Scott!” Gyuvin continued as Gunwook started nodding in agreement. “Yeah, we should definitely get going now.” He added, putting his hands around Gyuvin’s shoulders as the two walked away. “Guess you’ll have to eat lunch without us! We’re gonna be gone for a real long time.” Gyuvin spoke as he looked over his shoulders whilst making his way – undoubtedly in a hurry.

You raised an eyebrow at the sight that had just unfolded before you. They were acting really weird and unnatural; there was no way you were hallucinating on that. You did not want to start a conversation with Ricky, though. He needed to acknowledge that he had been pissing you off the entire week. You kept your head straight as you began to walk again, the cafeteria wasn’t too far anymore. “So, it’s just us, huh.” Ricky muttered, you could feel him staring at you, but you refuse to lose to the likes of him. You were going to win this war. Whatever war may that be.

Ricky noticed how quiet you’ve become, although you were quite chatty just a few minutes ago with the rest of his friends. He frowned at that thought, he wasn’t going to let this plan fail so easily. Maybe you’re just shy with him because he’s just extremely handsome compared to the other two. Or the opposite.

When you’ve both finally reached the cafeteria, Ricky offered to go together – though you quickly declined. You noticed how his smiley features dropped almost immediately and it genuinely broke your heart that you did that to him. Maybe just like what Taylor Swift said, maybe you’re a pathological people pleaser. You felt extremely bad at the thought of letting Ricky down, even if Ricky’s practically a stranger.

“Maybe we can go get the drinks together after?” You suggested out of impulse. Purely out of guilt. His round cat-like eyes lit up again, and you felt yourself heave a breath of relief. “I’d love that.” Ricky’s voice sounded soft and excited when he replied to you. Unconsciously, a smile crept on your face at the sound of him talking. Maybe you’re just happy you didn’t cause him to be disappointed.

When you came back from getting a tray of lunch, you could see Ricky with his legs crossed eyes focused on his phone, but with no tray of food. You raised an eyebrow and wondered if he was skipping lunch. Placing the tray down, Ricky immediately put his phone into his pocket. “You’re back! I was starting to miss you.” You knew he was just joking, but you couldn’t help but feel your cheeks burning up from it.

You tried ignoring what he had just said, you weren’t going to make the hangout weird with your lack of interaction with men. “Sorry, the line was really long.” You replied, as you two started walking together to the vending machine. Ricky chuckled at your answer, casually caressing your hair briefly, “no need to apologise. It’s alright.” His voice sounded extra soft – it could almost be described as delicate when he muttered those words. Your eyes diverted to the floor as you let your hair fall to your face, hoping it’ll hide the fact that you were definitely blushing at the sudden physical contact.

Luckily, Ricky did not notice any changes on your face. He was too busy racking up his brains to get you to talk to him comfortably, he really wasn’t sure why you were so meek when it’s just the two of you. Was it his unbelievably strong charisma? Or was he just a loser who doesn’t know how to create a comfortable space for people to act normal? He was stuck between these two possibilities. “What would you like to drink, Y/N? It’s on me.” He offered, his gummy smile on display.

You looked at the options in the vending machine, and decided to go with the cheapest options. You’d feel bad if you made him get you the more expensive options. “This one.” You pointed to the strawberry milk option, which got a reaction from Ricky. “You like strawberry milk, too? It’s my favourite!” He exclaimed happily as he pressed the button for the drink. “I love it because it’s pink.” You stated, smiling proudly at Ricky as he handed you your drink.

Ricky bought himself the same drink as you, you figured that you were going to do something nice and hand him his drink for him as a way of returning the kindness of him paying for yours. You didn’t realise that Ricky’s hand also reached into the vending machine to grab his drink.

As the both of you reached for the milk, your hands inevitably touched each other. You retracted your hand back in shock, but so did Ricky. “Oh, sorry,” Ricky mumbled before reaching back for the milk, although you also had the same idea.

Once again, your hands were touching each other. Your heart skipped a beat at the contact once more, although you paid it no mind and brushed it off as your being flustered with how awkward the situation was. “Let me get it for you,” you finally managed to say. Ricky nodded, slowly retreating his hand from the machine. You passed the milk to him, not giving him a glance to avoid yourself from having any other ‘he’s kinda cute’ thoughts.

Ricky gave your shoulder a light pat, “thanks, Y/N.” He said before he started walking away from the vending machine as there was a line behind the two of you. It was such a small gesture, and yet, you found yourself getting flooded by ‘he’s so cute’ thoughts. You clenched the box of milk in your hand as you started walking together with Ricky. You really couldn’t believe yourself, one second you were swearing left and right that you were angry at him, and the next you’re suddenly admitting to yourself that he’s attractive?

The two of you passed by the hallway that displayed some of the students’ award-winning artworks, and Ricky excitedly told you that one of the artwork was his. As you watched how proud he was about his art, you couldn’t help but notice other things about him – he had a little habit of doing something with his mouth, probably as a result of having braces in the past, he also put his hands behind his head whenever he got flustered from boasting too much about his art – although you would never think of him as such.

You sighed softly, Ricky was definitely not as horrible as you made him out to be. Maybe if you confront him straight to his face about the entire English project, instead of acting all passive-aggressive with him, he wouldn’t go all ballistic and punch a hole in the wall. It’s worth the try.

When you two finally reached your table again, you found yourself playing with your food for a minute while you thought of a way to confront him nicely. You weren’t sure why, but you were afraid he’d be angry at you, and lash out at you for trying to stand up for yourself.

After a minute of convincing yourself that Ricky was not going to rage at you, and that even if he tried throwing a chair at you, there would be hundreds of people that could protect you from getting harmed – you finally mustered up the courage to look him in the eyes. Ricky was already looking at you, although he immediately pretended to read the labels on the milk packaging when you caught him staring at you.

“Ricky,” you called out, still a little hesitant. “Yes?” He answered, trying to pretend that he wasn’t literally checking you out just a second ago. “Can I ask you something?” You asked, your heart rate started to pick up on its pace, you really weren’t sure why you were so scared. When you saw Ricky’s nod of approval, you decided that you would try your best to sound as nice as possible.

“Why haven’t you helped out on our assignment?” It felt like your heart was going to fall to your stomach, your eyes were frantic as you tried to look for any signs of anger from Ricky. But your search was unfruitful. Nothing in Ricky’s demeanour changed except for his facial expression – and even then, it wasn’t anger, it was more like embarrassment.

You watched his hands going behind his head again, a sign that he was flustered. You were honestly shocked that he wasn’t the slightest bit angry, and you honestly felt a little bit silly at how dramatic you were acting. Of course he wasn’t angry. You shouldn’t have assumed every man you’ll ever meet would be just like your father, who is on the other side of the world. “Y/N, I’m so sorry, I genuinely forgot about that,” he sounded guilty, his hands reaching out to yours as he gently held them between his own.

Your breath hitched from the sudden contact, purely out of surprise. You confronted him, yet he was holding your hand gently, you couldn’t seem to grasp the reality that was unfolding before you. “You probably think of me as useless now, I’m so sorry for forgetting. I know how irresponsible I sound like, but I don’t wanna make up excuses. I’m seriously sorry.” He continued, and you realised you have got to say something in return. You weren’t used to this – you’ve never gotten this far in confrontations with a man before.

You simply nodded, but you weren’t really sure why. “It’s okay. I’d appreciate it if we started working on this together, though.” You admitted, your face looked a little sad as you said that. Ricky’s grip on your hand only got tighter, “yes. Of course! Let’s work on them this weekend at my house. Is that okay with you?” You nodded at his response, still half surprised with how well the outcome turned out to be.

“Sounds perfect. I’ll pick you up from your house then,” he continued with his offers, although you had to decline. You couldn’t let him go the extra mile just for some group work, the last thing you wanted was to be a chore to someone. “It’s alright, I’ll go on my own.” You assured him with a smile, Ricky nodded in response to you, his hands slowly letting yours go.

You felt a little sad that the warmth that surrounded your hands slowly started to fade, but the feeling immediately turned into relief as you see Gunwook and Gyuvin walking over to you guys. You were glad they didn’t see the two of you practically holding hands, you wouldn’t know what to say if they did.

“Who missed me?” Gyuvin greeted as he took a seat next to Ricky, “not me.” He replied, you watched Gyuvin pouting at Ricky’s response. “Aw, you two got matching drinks,” Gunwook pointed out, giving Gyuvin a look that you couldn’t seem to interpret. “Well, you guys have around 15 minutes before lunch is over, you should hurry,” you told them, only to be met with a reaction you weren’t expecting. “We’re not really hungry…” Gyuvin laughed while Gunwook nodded in agreement. The whole thing didn’t make sense to you, who wouldn’t be hungry after meeting up with a teacher who took up a majority of your lunch time? You were extremely sure now that the two of them were hiding something, but you just couldn’t figure it out.

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synopsis ↯ in which you are paired up with ricky shen, who fully convinced himself that you purposely became his partner in order to date him.

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next chapter is gonna go crazy maybe (if i don’t end up changing and editing it 29272927 times in a row)

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a-short-alien · 1 month

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WALLY!!!!! I feel like I know so little about him but I love him so much…. I didn’t draw him in his suit because in the actual context of comics and fanfics with Clown it’s very rare that he’s ever suited up so it felt unnecessary.. so instead he gets a crop top

Being best friends with both Dick Grayson and Robin for a number of years, Wally had at least heard a bit about clown but not much. Dick tried to keep them separate from each other, resulting in Wally becoming an avid Clown HATER. Dick did tell Clown a lot about Wally though, resulting in Clown becoming a huge Wally fan. The only time the two ever interacted outside of the rare overlap between hangouts (which Wally always thought were fights or clown causing trouble), was at Dick’s funeral. They both sort of acknowledged each other’s pain about the loss of their friend and from that point on, just kind of ignored each other. Cut to Dick as an adult, Wally does his regular checks (as referenced in Nightwing #91? I may be wrong but it’s either that issue or one close to it) and starts noticing odd things and even sees him with someone he can’t quite recognize at the speed he checks on him. One day he goes to visit unannounced and hears someone call out to Dick from his bedroom. He teases him about having girls over and goes up to say hello, finding Clown in his bed, wearing his clothes. Suddenly the odd behavior, suddenly crowded apartment and that incredibly panicked look on his face when he started heading upstairs made sense. It takes a while, a few weeks, but after some long explanations the two sort of “start over” and begin to properly get along.

After becoming friends, the two often bond over stealing Dick’s clothes and pulling little pranks on him that make him regret introducing the two

Wally always often made jokes about him and Dick being gay together for a long time and now that he’s in a real relationship with a man, it made him question if it was a little more real than he originally thought (lead in him to come out as bisexual not long after..)

Wally genuinely thought Clown and Dick were enemies when they were young and when first hearing about Clown in Blüdhaven, genuinely worried for Dick’s safety and began checking more often

Wally was a bit mad he had hid this friendship from him for so long, especially after seeing how well he and Clown ended up getting along but fully understands why he couldn’t have told him

Wally buys everyone his own merch for Christmas and Clown ends up wearing it all the time and even makes a public appearance with Dick, wearing a flash Tshirt

At first Wally was a bit jealous and annoyed that Clown knew Dick almost about at well as he did and even knew a few things he didn’t (like partner stuff) but after realizing Clown felt kind of the same, they began to bond and soon became Dick Grayson haters (lovers) together

I honestly don’t know much about Wally so if anyone has any suggestions for this AU it’d be greatly appreciated :)

#batfamily #batman #batmanau #art #batfam #batmanoc #comics #oc #dc #nightwing #dick grayson #wally west #flash #the flash #dc oc

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Just had a thought, adding onto Soap being temporarily placed elsewhere…When he comes back he’s been replaced but not as in like, fully replaced by like personality and stuff but like as a sergeant. Soap and this new sergeant who will be going back to his actual team, the one Soap was with, they hit it off. Like they become very close with each other, made friends with the team (well, this new sergeant didn’t, none of 141 would look at him less try to initiate a conversation)

Ghost glaring at them as he watches Soap and this new sergeant laugh together, bent at the knees as they joke around even more. Ghost had to walk away because it all came to a head when Johnny clapped his hand on this new sergeants shoulder just like he used to do with Simon and Ghost just feels his heart break. That was supposed to be him. Not this new sergeant.

Gaz gazing at them both with his arms crossed, he feels horrible as he watches them both spar. They are scoffing at each other and making remarks but still are grinning through it all, when particular hard punches or kicks land, they’re both so close to each other checking on the other. Just like how Gaz and Soap used too. And when Soap accidentally throws the new sergeant forcefully down on the ground, a pathetic wheeze knocked out of him, Gaz’s guilt tenfolds as he smiles at the unfortunate state of the new sergeant, he shouldn’t be feeling happy about that. Gaz’s heart stops and shatters when he sees Johnny bend down, faces almost touching as he hauls the new sergeant up and carries him oh so gently to the Medic. Gaz feels like he’s about to throw up.

And don’t get me started on Price..Sure he had to talk to the new sergeant but it was strictly professional. No joking about football, blowing up things and scolding him for tormenting ghost, none of that. (Well the sergeant never tormented ghost but oh well)

Price sighs, standing outside Soaps door and instead of knocking and checking in with him like he used to do, he just stands and listens as Soap and the new sergeant are talking deeply about things and conversing about their past, life in the military and so and so. Price feeling his heart sink as his place is taken, this new sergeant comforting Soap through his nightmares which Price used to do, would have Johnny come to his office and have a chat. Maybe some tea. But no, this new sergeant swept in and stole his place. Took one of his boys. Price feels unaccomplished, he failed at recognising the damage that LT2 did and now he’s paying for it. They all are.

I think this invisible thread of just observing the new sergeant and Soap breaks when Soap and the new sergeant are sparring and Gaz, Ghost, and Price are training together, sparing spiteful glances at the two on the sparring mat when they hear the new seargent call Soap, Johnny. And Soap doesn’t correct him, just grins

Gaz whips his head around so fast that his neck protests violently for the next few days. He ignores the pain, it’s a punishment. A punishment for not being able to acknowledge Johnny’s torment and ignoring his off standish behaviour throughout it. If Johnny replaced him, he deserved it. He thought, though it shattered him to realise.

Ghost stops mid workout to just stare hard at the ground, his back is bent which does a good job at hiding the solemn sadness in his eyes. His back aches for the rest of the day and he basks in this feeling. He tells himself that he’s ready to go through so much pain just to feel an ounce of loneliness that Johnny did with LT2, if it helped Johnny he’d do it.

Prices eyebrows shoot up to his hairline, he recovers first though his eyes are deep in thought for the rest of training. He has to erase and restart paperwork as he keeps getting distracted by the thought of being replaced, his eyes hurt from lack of sleep and he tries to finish all the paperwork, for Johnny, he repeats like a mantra.

Another thing is that Soap isn’t even avoiding any of those three, they are avoiding him and Soap guesses it’s probably out of guilt so instead of talking to them head to head he just writes letters, redoing them over and over to reassure them it’s not their fault and they couldn’t have done anything (well they could have but they didn’t know). Except the letter starts looking like a different type of letter..if you know what I mean..And when Johnny slips the letters under their doors and it just happens to be the night when he won’t be in his room as he gives his goodbyes to the new seargent outside. Ghost breaks down Soaps door and surveys the room before his heart leaps which was rapidly beating in his chest leaps up to his throat at the absence of Johnny. Gaz is rapidly sprinting up and down the corridors and out every exit and in every entrance, trying to figure out where Soap could be. Price is in his office, doesn’t know about any of this until Ghost and Gaz is wildly throwing open the door, panting and exhausted as they try to explain through teary eyes that Soap might have killed himself.

Price felt his heart fall down to his feet, nausea building up on him as his mouth started to salivate at the mere thought of one of his boys taking his own life because of something Price only realised too late, and even then it wasn’t Price, it was Ghost. Price is shaking although not like how Ghost was, he was twitching like crazy or how Gaz’s eyes were darting around the room, but somehow through it all Price asked them how they knew, what happened. And of course to see the letters.

Soap is giving a hug to the new sergeant, waving him off, patting his back and telling him to keep in touch as his new friend boards the helicopter to go back to his own task force. Soap watching the helicopter leave and then making his way back to the base, albeit at a slow pace as he enjoys the breeze of the wind on his face and he reminisces about his nice time with the new sergeant. Soap being oblivious to the mental breakdown going on at the base, so he just walks even slower. Back at base, once Gaz and Ghost actually manage to fucking speak a word, Price looks as white as paper though his mind races with possibilities before he looks down at the paper he was currently filling out and had to tell Gaz and Ghost that Soap was actually out sending farewells to the new sergeant who is leaving. Price has to reiterate it a few times for Gaz and Ghost and also for his own sake. Then Price observes Ghost and Gaz’s trembling forms, stinking of sweat and shaking and he states that this really isn’t healthy for them and they all need to talk. Once they find Soap of course, who just got back to base and is bombarded by Ghost and Gaz.

Also imagine the new sergeant being the same age LT2, maybe acting the same like being friendly, trustworthy (if LT2 managed to get Ghosts trust, he must’ve been trustable) except this new sergeant isn’t anything like LT2 in the negative way, and he helps Soap heal from all this stuff.

I just realised how much i’ve written i’m so so sorry - (Can I be 🫀⚡️ anon?) Also Idk why but this whole LT2 thing reminds me of Winter by Edwin Morgan. Especially the last stanza. about ice that sees nothing and nothing that sees.

AHHHHHHHHHHH!!! Oh the pain is just what the doctor ordered!!

#🫀⚡️#i got it just brain frazzled #ya’ll are killing it with this lt2 #never stop!#call of duty #cod mwii #modern warfare ii #john soap mactavish #ask #thanks for the ask <3

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Oh, Nandor. Time to try and rattle your head around again so I can figure out that weird little brain of yours.

There are so many things to say about 4.04, and I feel like over the next week I will end up saying them, but what I keep coming back to is the very weird way that Nandor thinks of Guillermo here. Or rather... doesn’t think of Guillermo.

1. He does not think of Guillermo as a normal familiar. He just takes it for granted that Guillermo could kill any familiar there (and probably all of the vampires, too), and doesn’t seem worried at all that Guillermo might possibly lose or get hurt. He listens to Guillermo’s plans and worries (particularly when he has to fight the vampire champion) and he acquiesces to Guillermo’s initial refusal in front of other vampires until he gets all het up over the perceived insult towards him and Guillermo. Like he straight-up allowed his familiar to tell him no in front of other vampires! That’s crazy!

(Side note: He used almost identical phrasing here as he did when Guillermo killed Carol, saying that he wasn’t worried about Guillermo! He just didn’t want Guillermo’s murder to reflect badly on him! Here he’s not upset that they’re insulting Guillermo! He just thinks it’ll reflect badly on him! Yeah, okay, you can tell me you’re not being protective and reactionary all you want. I didn’t believe you then and I don’t believe you now.)

2. He does not think of Guillermo as a normal and mortal human. Now, this one has come up a few times in the past, most blatantly in the super slumber ep. It’s like his brain slides away from acknowledging Guillermo’s mortality. He knows Guillermo is a human. He knows humans die. But he will not think about Guillermo’s ability to die. He never once even considered that Guillermo might lose a fight and that Nandor might lose him. It’s just a non-starter in his mind... until he pushes Guillermo off that balcony and he doesn’t immediately get up. You can see it, that creeping knowledge, that slow realization, the mounting anxiety as he realizes -- holy shit. I may have killed my friend. Guillermo can die.

3. He does not think of Guillermo as a normal vampire slayer. He even says it himself -- he forgets that about him sometimes. He’s weirdly proud of Guillermo’s fighting abilities and he’s more than aware that Guillermo uses them to kill vampires. But it’s hard for him to conceptualize Guillermo as a vampire killer. Because, you know, Guillermo is... Guillermo. His familiar. His comrade. His soldier. His best friend. Guillermo would never hurt him, and vampire slayers would. Up until this episode, I’m not sure Nandor had ever fully accepted that Guillermo could hurt him. But he knows it now.

And that’s what I’m leading up to here. Nandor has all of these things that he refuses to think about with Guillermo, but those illusions have just been jarred severely, if not broken entirely. He’s assigned Guillermo this very nebulous role in his mind that he still calls familiar, but he obviously doesn’t actually think of him as a familiar anymore. Like... we almost never see Guillermo even doing familiar shit anymore. Nandor never even considered telling Guillermo to identify himself as his human familiar, despite human familiars obviously being welcome in the Night Market. He made up some weird lie about an orc instead. Weird move, Nandor!

So then Nandor gets into this familiar fight club and tries to push Guillermo into the most familiar-y role of all, though I’m not sure he’s consciously thinking of it like that. I keep joking about it, but it’s true. This man is trying to order him around like a goddamn pokemon! He’s trying to assert a vampire’s right to rule over his own familiar’s body, life, and death. And Guillermo takes that from him in a brutal and very public way. Nandor can no longer ignore that Guillermo is absolutely not subservient to him anymore. Guillermo is no longer a true familiar.

He also was forced to confront his weird illusions about Guillermo’s mortality. He went into this as weird as he always is about Guillermo’s perceived immortality (which he has neglected to give him, might I add, whole other essay there) and just... refused to even think about the possibility that Guillermo could die or even get seriously injured here. He really does seem to think of Guillermo as invulnerable... because he has to. His brain will not let him think about the possibility of Guillermo dying.

Until Guillermo didn’t get up. Like wow, you could really start to see dark and potent reality starting to leak into that silly little brain of his. And like... for a second, there was real fear there. Nandor was no longer able to ignore Guillermo’s potential mortality, either. Guillermo can die.

Finally, Nandor had to confront the fact that Guillermo is a literal vampire killer, and he could kill Nandor if he so chose. Nandor seemed to be laboring under the delusion that he let Guillermo win last time, and Guillermo put that one the fuck to bed, didn’t he? Guillermo just proved spectacularly and without doubt that his tiny body is made for killing vampires -- Nandor included. Nandor can no longer ignore that Guillermo can -- but, and this is key, won’t -- kill him. Guillermo is a slayer.

Up until this point, Nandor has been clinging to the last vestiges of normalcy that they had between them. He was holding onto their old roles, refusing to acknowledge that it was a bit like grabbing onto the shed skin of a snake. That shit is brittle as hell, Nandor, and hell if it didn’t just break! I think it was sort of those broken illusions that had him so beaten down at the end of the fight. Yes, he felt embarrassed to be beaten by a “familiar”. But I think he was also upset to lose the illusions he’d been clinging to. The very foundation of his life has been rocked.

And sure, they managed to push past it for the sake of getting out of there. But Guillermo’s got to be mad at him, and Nandor’s got to be trying to figure out how to build those illusions back up. (He’s so fucking good at rebuilding mental walls.) I suspect he’ll just try not to think about it like he’s been trying not to think about it for years. But things are coming to a head, I think, and I don’t know how much longer he’ll be able to ignore it.

And, for that matter, I think he won’t be able to ignore what a bad fucking idea this wedding clearly is, either. All of Nandor’s carefully-built illusions are starting to crumble before him, and we all know how Nandor gets when he doesn’t know what to do with himself...

This is long as hell so I’ll cut myself off here but like! It’s so fascinating to see the world that Nandor has carefully constructed in his mind! The world he intends to live in! It’s so crazy to see him forcibly pulled into reality! Because Nandor is one of the worst characters at acknowledging reality that I’ve seen in a long, long time! And I don’t think he’s gonna have a good time with it!

*puts Nandor’s head down* okay I’m done

#nandor the relentless #guillermo de la cruz #nandermo #wwdits #meta #wwdits s4 spoilers #wwdits meta #long post #¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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It's 1990 & Steve's finally comfortable in his career. He's planning to put his head down and create more art but Eddie's return to the shop changes everything. Not only are his tattoo wants to die for, Steve is still so desperately caught in his feels for his first real client. Catch up on chapter 1 to build up the anticipation before you check out chapter 2!

He must’ve been obsessing over it hard because Wayne eventually jolted him from the dark hole of artistic concentration. “If you add anything else to that, you won’t have any room for a little freedom on the skin. What do I always tell you about hyperfixating?”

Rolling his eyes, Steve repeated one of Wayne’s well used slogans. “It ain’t good for nobody. Especially an artist.” Pushing the sketch pad away, Steve sat up with a sigh. “I know that but I can’t help it… or stop myself. I want it to be perfect.”

The look on Wayne’s face softened. “He asked for you specifically, Steve. That alone is something. Don’t sweat it, buddy. It looks good. I am half tempted to have you do a couple of those characters on me, even.”

Affronted, Steve covered his drawing haphazardly. The idea of sharing Eddie’s masterpiece made Steve’s stomach turn. Not even Wayne, who felt like a father to him, deserved this particular effort.

Wayne laughed then, not even try to stop the punched out chuckle as it bubbled up. “Easy there. I’m just joking with you.” Shifting on his feet, Wayne peeked at the design over Steve’s errant hands. “Are you thinking black and white or color?”

Glad to be back on a more recognizable foot, Steve moved so Wayne could see the drawing fully. “Black and white, I think. At least to start. Color could be a nice finishing touch at the end if requested.”

“Stick to your gut. It’ll impact better with the shading you’re so good at doing.” The compliment rolled so easily off Wayne’s tongue, though neither of them acknowledged it. The rough disposition was just a cover. Wayne, underneath it all, was a big teddy bear. No one wanted the behavior to end, so everyone pretended it didn’t exist.

Ignorance, it seemed, was bliss for everyone.

Read the rest of chapter 2 on AO3!

Tagging (please let me know if you want to be added to the taglist for chapter 2 by comment below!): @writer-in-theory, @zerokrox-blog, @whatthefuccck, @patchworkgargoyle, @estrellami-1, @thefreakandthehair

#steddie #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #eddie munson x steve harrington #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve harrington/eddie munson #eddie munson/steve harrington #steddie fics #steddie au #tattoo artist steve #bobbie writes #the architect of this cage

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spacebatisluvd · 2 years

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I have a few reasons why I think Horde Prime's mistreatment of the clones isn't addressed in an Overly Direct Children's Show way when most other instances of even lesser mistreatment (Catra bullying Scorpia, Shadow Weaver manipulating Adora, etc.) are. One, Horde Prime is very obviously evil, and isn’t redeemed, so it isn’t going to be… “why did they not address Bad Thing X when they redeemed this character? That’s bad writing.” Two, the structure of it. The people in charge of doing the Overly Direct Children's Show thing are almost always those on the receiving end of the mistreatment (“You’re a bad friend…” “You’re bitter and cruel and you’re the one who used me…”) and the clones cannot do this because they’re brainwashed. Three, Horde Prime is just too scary to be in a children’s cartoon about the power of friendship if you think deeply about the things he does, so we’re not allowed to say anything. It’s expected that… if you get it, you get it, and you’re probably an older child or a young adult, so we don’t need to point it out to you. But if you don’t get it, you’re probably a smaller child, and, well, at least he doesn’t ruin the TV-Y7 rating. Like, there is a certain limit on the level of abuse, and the capabilities that other characters have, and Horde Prime goes beyond that. Which was intentional on the writers’ part. Observant people like yourself can notice it, but Horde Prime is so terrifying that the show cannot acknowledge it. Maybe you’ve already thought of these things. I don’t know.

I mean…I hear what you’re saying, Anon. I’ve heard it before. I’m still going to think it’s bad writing, for reasons I feel I’ve already laid out.

They didn’t handle the themes they introduced in the last season well. They very much could have used Wrong Hordak to address the suffering of the clones in an accessible, child-friendly manner. I’m not saying they should discuss the rape metaphor in blatant language—but simply treating WH’s breakdown as anything other than a joke would have been an improvement.

I think children could have understood, “Oh. Wrongie is hurting because Prime was really mean to him. He was mean to Catra and Adora too. And to Wrongie’s brothers! He was even mean to Hordak!”

That widening circle of empathy is something we start to piece together in childhood. We start to see that the things that hurt me also hurt other people. Even people who don’t look like me or who grew up differently than I did.

It’s an important step in building empathy. Children at 7 can and should be shown that other people—especially people that aren’t exactly like them—can feel pain and deserve empathy. You can show that without fully dissecting how horrible living under Prime is. They sure as shit did it with Catra.

Hence my frustration. It’s like the show is incapable or unwilling to examine the pain of people who don’t fit a specific mold. It’s honestly even beyond just Prime and his clones. Glimmer, Entrapta, Mermista—lots of major characters are short-changed in favor of either ignoring their pain or treating it like a joke.

Sorry, Anon. I’ve considered your points—even before you sent in your ask. I don’t agree. You’re free to enjoy the show, free to be happy with it, but I’m a writer. Storytelling is part of who I am. Pulling apart bad storytelling is part of that. And this? It’s badly handled and I’m entitled to hold that opinion.

#and no #i’m by no means perfect in my storytelling #a story can be enjoyable without being perfect #but this specific issue is like a thorn in my paw or a crack in my tooth #I can’t see past it #I’m glad you can anon

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cupoftrembling · 1 year

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Brazen

May I tell you my favorite joke from the Celestial Civil War?

Unlike many of the aggrandizement and hyperbole of the other stories from such a terrible, miserable war, this one has something I consider to be much more illuminating than the propaganda. Something that is of so much more use to us as investigators. Unlike the rest of the war, this joke actually has somewhat of a punchline.

So, can you allow me the pleasure? I don’t get to tell many jokes anymore.

…

Thank you, dear reader.

The Autumn Court had just accepted the Wolf’s Bargain. On the horizon, to the west, the sky burned. Castle Elphame was, of course, sheltered from this raging inferno. But each of the Summer Court knew that war would, eventually, be on their doorstep. They readied themselves for it. They brandished bronze blades, hardened wood into spears and armor, and steeled themselves to die in their Queen’s Name. Even Queen Titania, Queen of Storms, could feel it coming.

She was reclining on a golden throne within the heart of Castle Elphame. All of her servants had either fled or been pressed into service. And so, she had to feed herself her grapes. She looked out the western window as the person who was to become Durandal played idly with a toy soldier at her feet. When her son entered her throne room, she didn’t even acknowledge him. Simply waved her hand dismissively, as if that was enough of a greeting.

“You called for me, mother?” Her son asked. He was a stout man. A red cap by the name of Tallulah Brightsky. His hammer was bigger than he was and it was sheathed on his back. Mattered and matted with autumn blood. His cap had been dyed red, his armor dented and burnt. It was as if the entire autumn court had turned feral all at once.

Queen Titania did not respond to him, not fully. “Look, my child, look at our kingdom.” She muttered. Tallulah was unsure of whom exactly he was talking to.

“The war goes well.” He responds. He wishes he could tell her that they will win. He wishes he could tell her that there is hope. These both would be lies. And he knows better than to unmake himself for such petty falsehoods. “My scouts predict that it will be over by the end of the day.”

“The day seems so long, my dear Brightsky.” The Queen turns towards him, the light of a burning Elphame on her face. She puts a grape in her own mouth like a child, like a pauper. “Isn’t there some way to expedite the process?”

“The Wolf ignores our missives. Our scouts return empty handed, if at all” Tallulah cringes. He does not tell her of how he found the scouts returned.

“Maybe the Goddess of Revolt needs a bit of a regal hand?” Titania rejoins.

Tallulah blinks twice. “Mother, I don’t think I understand.”

Titania rises from her throne, brilliant as a crack of lighting. She floats towards a nearby table. It is filled with all sorts of fruits and fine wines. Expensive treats and goods. Underneath it was a golden platter. It reflected the lights that haloed Titania’s head. She brings one of her thousand limbs down across it, knocking all the finery onto the ground with a brutal clatter. Tallulah flinches. From her belt, she draws a sword and places it upon the platter. She then uncouples the sheath from her belt and places it next to its sister. She then lifts the platter up and hands it to Tallulah Brightsky.

“I still don’t think I follow.”

“Think of it as a brazen gift, my child.” Titania responds, smile sharp enough to crack lightning. “We see the Wolf as madness. As roil and as chaos. But what if she is to be reasoned with?”

“I don’t know if Isosa would care for such talk, mother.”

Titania continues smiling. Tallulah flinches. To the west, the sky continues to burn. “If she takes the sword, she is braced for war. And there is nothing we can do but defeat her.”

Tallulah looks at the sword on the platter. It is the sword that she promised him if he was to win this war. He looks back at his mother. “And the sheath?”

“The sheath means that she accepts our gift. And that she has the capability to listen to peace. That her war is not with us, but with Titania.”

Tallulah paces slightly in his spot. “And what do we do then?”

“We reassess!” Titania exclaims, too excited for her own good. “We see what we need to do to survive, like we always do.” She hands the platter to Tallulah. Durandal is now standing in the window, hands barely tall enough to reach the bannister. He is old enough for war, yet not yet Durandal as we understand him to be. He is wearing the garb of a child, stretched out far too much. It does not fit him anymore, despite his mothers protestations. He is growing older.

“Is this your will, my queen?” Tallulah asks, almost begging.

“It is.” She responds, turning back towards Durandal.

Tallulah sighs. He blinks once at Durandal. He blinks back at him. “Then I will do it.”

Titania does not see Tallulah until Castle Elphame falls.

The walls have started to burn and she sits in the same throne room that he left her years ago. Durandal sits at her feet again, now a blade forged. He gleams in the light, silver with an iron grip. He burns to even look at. Tallulah looks beat. Tallulah looks bruised. Tallulah walks now with a limp. His hammer was dented and worn, dripping with void and blood. How many autumn fey did he kill to get here, I wonder.

Titania barely even looks at him.

“Mother, where has-” He starts to ask.

“What did The Wolf say?” She interrupts him. “Did you find her?”

Tallulah flinches again. “I did.” He looks at Durandal.

“And?” The Queen asks again.

Tallulah pulls the sword from out of a bag. It is pristine and unused. Titania breathes a sigh of relief.

“Oh thank goodness, then this all wasn’t for naught. Then Durandal didn’t-” And then Tallulah pulls out the sheath from the bag on his back. Titania’s words drip from her mouth, unsure of what combination of shock and anger is adequate. “I thought you said you met with her?”

“I did.” Tallulah responds.

“Then why do you-”

“Mother, she took the plate.”

#cup of trembling #creative writing #fantasy #writing #dnd writing #fantasy story #dnd #mariposa #Brazen #Bonus

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prickly-bulbasaur · 2 years

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I see you

The entire class of 1-A was having a rare day off and they were taking it to the fullest. The girls were at the mall buying clothes and whatnot, and Kirishima and Bakugou were at a sports store looking at weight equipment. Kaminari, Sero, and Tokoyami were looking at video games, one of them was looking for the most recent Outlast games, wanting to wallow in the dark, while the other two were getting the new Pokemon games, Scarlet and Violet. Everyone was doing things together, including Midoriya and Iida with quirk research, except for Toru Hagakure.

Toru was currently hiding in her room, crying as she saw the girls leave without her, again being left out of their social gathering. It was not the first time this has happened, nor is she sure will it be the last. The only way for them to ‘see’ her was either in her school uniform or when she speaks out and every time they would joke or say ‘didn’t see you there Hagakure, you need to stand out more!’

Stand out more with what?? Her Quirk makes her invisible and not even her shadow is seen, her body just absorbs or reflects any light. Hell, even her Hero Costume is designed for stealth, not to show off like the current blonde Bakugou.

Even though her family hasn’t fully interacted with her, they did not think she was worthy of joining the hero course and just pretty much ignored her. She is the only member of the family to have this ‘curse’, or so they say. Toru sobbed even harder when she remembers being accused of taking family items, something she had never done nor will ever do.

She just wanted to be acknowledged, and have attention without resorting to pranks. Why is it so hard to just be…herself?

Meanwhile, Shoto Todoroki was in the dorms as well, not wanting to hang out today as learning to be social takes a toll on him, especially when he was forced to not be social by his bastard father.

He had decided to clean the dorms to keep himself busy and started working on the girl’s side, as he knew it would be cleaner and faster to get that over with than the boy’s side. He shudders to think how bad their bathroom will be if he ever gets to it.

Shoto just landed on one of the floors and stopped briefly when he heard crying from one of the doors. The tag next to it read Toru Hagakure. The heterochromia teen blinked a few times as he remembered the times Toru talked, and she always sounded so happy, enthusiastic, and loved to prank people. So why is she crying?

He decided to knock on the door and immediately the crying stopped, and silence fell. Was he imagining things? Was there someone in the room? Shoto waited a few seconds to listen and there, sniffling was heard, trying to avoid being noticed. He knocked on the door again.

“Hagakure? It’s Shoto, is everything all right?” He asked, and waited for her response. Nothing. This time he deadpanned. “I know you are in there, Toru, please open the door before I pull a Bakugou and break it open.”

“DON’T YOU DARE!!” Toru screamed and Shoto slightly smirked in triumph as he finally got a reaction. “Fine! You can come in!”

Shoto entered the room and saw Toru sitting on her bed, a pillow in front of her and it looked like her head was resting on it by the look of its depression. It was also slightly discolored from the tears that were falling on it. He sat right next to her and tried to look at where her eyes might be.

“What is the matter? Why aren’t you with the others today?”

Shoto was caught off guard at the angry snort that came out of the girl. “They left me behind, like they always do. Oh, Hagakure is invisible or she is not here, she does not want to hang out then. Why didn’t you want to go, Hagakure? Oh you did, then why didn’t you speak up? WELL WHY DIDN’T YOU ASK ME IN THE FIRST PLACE!! I WANTED TO GO SHOPPING BUT NOOOO, INVISIBLE HAGAKURE IS AN IGNORED HAGAKURE!!”

The heterochromia teen backed away a bit and stared at her with slightly surprised eyes, but inside he was scared of her outburst. The girls must have hurt her.

“I don’t see you as invisible, Toru.” Shoto said soothingly, and he heard her breath hitch in surprise. “In fact, I always look for you when class starts.”

“T-then why don’t you talk to me as often?” Toru hiccoughed and he had a jolt of guilt. “If you liked my company, why don’t you ask me to hang out?”

“It was because I thought you were with the other girls, and you liked hanging out with them. I didn’t know they were ignoring you, and for that I am sorry.”

Shoto then felt something wrapped around him and pressure was against his chest, his nose tickled at the invisible hair. “I…tried to hang out with them but I always felt like they were ignoring me, like I wasn’t there. Out of sight out of mind, ya know? It still hurts…”

Shoto then wrapped his arms around her and petted her hair, and he felt her lean into it. “From now on you will talk to me, I see you as more than just clothing. You are kind, energetic, and have a personality that is hard for me to ignore.”

Toru giggled and leaned further in. “Is Shoto Todoroki flirting with me? This is the best day of my life!”

The heterochromia teen blushed and gave a light chuckle. He then had a thought. “Since we are the only two in the dorm, and they won’t be back until sundown, why don’t we rest a bit. I know crying can take a lot of energy out of you.”

Toru had an invisible blush but agreed, and they both just cuddled on her bed and Shoto chilled the room to comfortable levels. It was the best day of their lives, and it would be better for them in the near future.

#my hero acedamia #shouto todoroki #tooru hagakure #day 3 #flufftober #flufftober2022 #flufftober 2022 #sleeping together

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secretariatess · 1 year

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Arvek 20

A cool breeze blew across the balconies of the castle, speaking to the first signs of the coming frost. Arvek sat tucked into one of the chairs placed out on his balcony, feet propped up on the banister as he watched the quieting city below.

If had looked down at this view only thirty hours prior, he would have viewed it as one preparing for his reign. It was going to be his kingdom, and the responsibility for caring for it would soon rest on his shoulders. But now, after the conversation with his father, it was hard to see it that way.

He couldn’t even comfort himself with the thought that when he took the throne, he would be able to rule the way he saw fit. Masitof had set in place, and still was setting in place, lines and boundaries he expected Arvek to follow. As though Masitof hoped to reign beyond the grave.

He thought he heard a faint knocking at his door, but he decided to ignore it. Perhaps whoever it was would assume that he gone to sleep already and leave him alone.

It turned out to be a vain hope. He heard the door creak open and someone softly step in his room.

“Arvek?” He recognized the voice to be Cor’s. He didn’t respond. Cor was going to find him anyways.

The patter of steps came closer and Cor stepped out onto the balcony. He paused at the doorway, seeing if Arvek was going acknowledge his presence. When Arvek continued to ignore him, he cleared his throat.

Still not getting a response, Cor finally said, “So. Didn’t actually get the chance to congratulate you on your upcoming nuptials.” He maintained an even tone, neither showing disdain or excitement over the matter.

Arvek may have grunted something, but he wasn’t entirely sure. He wasn’t fully focused on anything Cor had to say.

“I suppose that will make things interesting,” Cor said. “I do not know Princess Rovyna all that well, but she at the very least seems rather diplomatic. Though if she’s here, that means that King Tyrovo is let loose, saying whatever he wishes to say.”

Arvek didn’t even smile at the joke.

Cor let the silence sit for a while before bringing up the real reason he sought out Arvek’s company. “Where does this leave Selim?”

“What do you mean by that,” Arvek said flatly. He didn’t have the energy to put it in question form.

“Well, you only have a couple of months before you have to stand up at the altar,” Cor said. “That doesn’t give a lot of time to try to go back to the Veil and look for him.”

“I cannot go looking for him,” Arvek said. “Father said he sent a letter to the soldiers to keep an eye out for him, but not to take any action.”

Cor stared at him incredulously. “Not to take action? You’re just going to leave in the Veil?”

“What do you suggest I do, Cor?” Arvek said coldly. “Going to search for him the first time didn’t bring any results. Just got us as far as Chester, and then we were taken back home.”

“We didn’t have to,” Cor said. “We could have ignored him and kept going.”

“Yes, that would have gone over well.” Arvek shifted himself slightly in the chair, tilting his head away from his brother. “’Father, I am not going back home with you to meet with the king of Phrompt.’”

“I mean, you might as well have,” Cor pointed out. “He apparently did not care if you were there or not at the negotiations.”

Arvek glared at him. The comment stung more than Cor knew.

Cor just shrugged. “Do you want me to pretend that his actions today said that he thought you were important to the matter?”

Arvek continued to glare at him.

Cor narrowed his eyes in return.

“You wouldn’t get it,” Arvek snapped, turning his head away again.

“I don’t get it,” Cor confessed. “You were so anxious to see Selim home that you were willing to sneak out of the castle for like the first time ever, but now you’re just alright with Father sending a letter to the soldiers saying to just keep an eye out for him? You don’t have the desire to go after him anymore?”

“I have to stay here and play prince,” Arvek said through gritted teeth. He wished that Cor would just walk out and leave him alone. Did he see that he already had enough on his mind? He couldn’t do anything to help Selim now. “Wait for this marriage that seals an agreement I wasn’t a part of and who knows if anyone will actually tell me what it entails. I can’t go looking for him. Father doesn’t want to bring him just yet. This was the compromise.”

Cor crossed his arms. “Really? That’s it?”

“You know what- you can go back out there. How’s that sound?”

“So you’ve given up. One try and you’re done?”

“It’s not about failing or giving up. It’s about not being in a position where I can do anything.”

“Unbelievable,” Cor muttered.

Arvek wanted to retort, but he had nothing in him at the moment. He was too bitter with his father to say anything more.

Cor was about to turn to leave when he stopped and walked over to the balcony. He peered down, his brow furrowed together.

Eventually he said, “Is that Veran?”

Sighing heavily, knowing that Cor would not leave until he looked himself, Arvek took his feet off the banister and stood up to see what Cor was pointing at.

There, near the entrance of the garden was a figure that looked about Veran’s height. But from where they were and with the lack of light, it was difficult to tell who it actually was. Arvek leaned on the banister, trying to make out any features that would give away the identity of the person below.

“I don’t think that’s Veran,” Arvek said after a while.

“I could shout down to him,” Cor said. “Then we’ll know.”

As they watched, a second figure joined the first. This figure was obviously older, as it walked slightly hunched over. Its head was covered by a hood. The second stopped next to the first, and the two appeared to exchange greetings. After the greetings were exchanged, they entered into the gardens.

“It was probably just a couple of the servants,” Arvek said. “Really no concern of ours.”

“I’m quite sure that was Veran, though,” Cor said. “But what would he being doing out at this time? He’s usually in his own room making sure he’s all set for tomorrow.”

“If you’re quite sure it was Veran, then why are you expecting him to do something so wildly out of his own nature?” Arvek pointed out. “Go on. It’s time for you to be in your room anyways.”

“Oh, can’t do that now,” Cor said, waving a hand dismissively. “My balcony doesn’t overlook the garden.”

“You’re not staying here to spy on them,” Arvek said incredulously.

“On the contrary, I am,” Cor replied. As if to solidify his point, he leaned over the banister and stared intensely at the entrance of the garden.

“And what if I wish to sleep myself?” Arvek argued.

“We’ve shared a room before. One much smaller than this, not too long ago.”

“That’s not the point.”

“If we’ve done it before, we can do it again. Especially in a room that’s much larger.”

Huffing in irritation, Arvek stalked off the balcony and to his bed.

#between the veil and crown #arvek #rough draft

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bratdesire · 3 years

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Your Dad, My Daddy

Pairing: Ukai Keishin x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ smut, age gap, older man/younger woman, barely legal, squirting, rough sex, daddy kink, alcohol mention, questionable ethics, d/s dynamics, overstimulation, degrading language, touch of subspace, unprotected sex, breeding kink, slight dubcon if you squint but it’s all consensual, Ukai’s dick is pierced, exhibitionism(?)

Genre: Smut, just so much smut

Word count: 9.4k

Author’s note: Here is my contribution to the new HQHQ collab!! You can find the masterlist right here! Big big thank you to @sempiternal-amour and @inaflashimagine for beta-ing this monster fic, ilysm <3 This is so incredibly self-indulgent, I even inserted my nickname ~for spice~. Anyways, enjoy my incoherent screaming uwu

Summary: When you go over to your friend’s house for a study session you don’t anticipate meeting her very attractive father, and you surely don’t anticipate the very same man fucking you over their couch.

“Hey, I apologize in advance for anything weird my dad says or does. You know how dads are,” Hitomi explains as she pulls into the driveway of her house.

It’s small but nice and well-manicured, situated in the cul de sac of a middle-class suburb.

“Dad, we’re here,” she shouts up the stairs, setting her keys on the small table next to the front door. Hitomi’s gaze drifts to the tall, dark haired man sitting at the kitchen table and your own gaze soon follows. “Oh, there you are.”

She quickly pecks the man on his cheek before walking over to the shiny silver fridge, pulling out a couple bottles of water. “Dad, this is Bunny, Bunny this is Dad,” she gestures between the two of you.

When her father glances up from his phone to give you a nod of acknowledgement, you’re taken aback by how handsome he is.

You can tell from the slight wrinkles around his lips and the crinkles by his eyes that he’s definitely a much older man, but other than that he’s flawless. The angle of his jaw is sharp but soft, lower face darkened by his five o’clock shadow. His chocolate brown eyes are complemented by plump, pink lips that would look even better swollen and shiny with saliva. Dark, shiny locks are gathered into a low ponytail and you wonder how they would feel fisted in your fingers. He’s gorgeous in a rugged, mature way that boys your age aren’t and could never hope to be.

Hitomi never told you her dad was hot but then again, why would she?

“Mr. Ukai, it’s nice to meet you,” you greet him.

He waves his hand in the air dismissively, “Ah, you can just call me Keishin. No need to be so formal.”

Hitomi mutters a frustrated “shit” under her breath and it takes you a few moments to tear your eyes away from the man in front of you.

“I left my textbook in the car, I have to go grab it,” she sighs then turns to her dad. “You, don’t scare off my friend, please.”

Keishin puts a hand on his heart, a falsely serious expression on his face. “I won’t, scout’s honor.”

She just rolls her eyes, exiting the kitchen the same way you entered. The front door slams shut, leaving you alone with your friend’s very hot dad.

Keishin looks up at you then quickly looks away, unsure how to interact with his daughter’s friends. “So is, uh, Bunny your real name?” he asks, nervously rubbing the back of his head.

Leaning against the table he’s seated at, you fold your arms across your chest, fully aware of how low cut your top is. You don’t miss the way his eyes briefly flicker down to your cleavage then back up to your face. “Wouldn’t you like to know?” you challenge, raising an eyebrow at him.

“I… I’m just trying to make conversation,” he laughs nervously.

“Hm, well, the short answer is no. You’ll have to get to know me a bit better before I give you the long answer.”

He snorts, pushing his chair back and rising to his full height. “What gave you the confidence to speak like this to your elders?”

Taking a step towards him, you twirl a piece of hair around your finger and shyly peer up at him through your lashes. “I don’t know, but maybe you can teach me how to behave.”

A light blush colors his cheeks and his eyes widen with surprise. “I-I don’t know what you’re implying, but it’s not... appropriate,” he stutters, taking a step backwards to try to put some distance between you.

You sidle up to him, reaching out a hand to caress his well-muscled arm. When he makes no move to stop your petting, you bite your lip and get on your tiptoes to whisper in his ear. “Who said we had to be appropriate?”

His mouth is slightly agape, lips moving every so often, as if he wants to say something but doesn’t. “I—” he starts.

The sound of the front door slamming open makes you both jump apart, trying to appear as casual as possible.

“I got it! We can go study now,” Hitomi proclaims, waving the book around in her hands. She glances at you, then at her father and notices the way you’re completely turned away from each other. “Oh my God, Dad, what did you do?” she groans.

He holds up both hands in surrender, shaking his head emphatically. “I didn’t do anything! Why do you always think I did something?”

Your friend strides over to lightly punch his shoulder, a disapproving but loving expression on her face. “Because you’re weird and lame. Besides, between you and Bunny, I’m always going to assume that you’re the guilty party.”

You find yourself chuckling at their banter, touched by how close they are. It’s evident that Hitomi and Keishin care a lot about each other, regardless of how much they tease each other and guilt twists in your gut when you remind yourself that you were flirting with him. She likely wouldn’t forgive you for trying to sleep with her dad and it would cause a great deal of damage to their relationship, possibly beyond repair if she knew he was into girls her age. To make matters worse, you’re two years her junior. What man would sleep with a girl younger than his daughter?

But your morals are tossed right out the window when you take in the sight of Keishin’s radiant smile—all straight, white teeth and eyes that shine like pools of dark honey. It’s in that moment that you decide you’re going to seduce that man if it’s the last thing you do.

Sorry, Hitomi. Kind of.

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“Okay, so L-Tyrosine is one of the twenty amino acids used by the body to synthesize proteins. It is also an aromatic amino acid derived from phenylalanine by hydroxylation in the para position—oof!” Hitomi’s droning is cut off by the pillow you send hurtling towards her head.

You sit up on her bed, squealing obnoxiously as you stretch. “Hitomi, I love you, but please shut up. My brain is melting. We’ve been at this for three hours now, can we take a break?”

She closes the textbook in her lap and pushes it to the edge of her desk. “Fine, fine. We can take a twenty minute break, but we have to go right back to studying because finals are this week and I cannot afford to fail,” your friend warns, despite how she whips out her phone at lightning speed.

Picking at a stray thread on the comforter, you gently try to get her attention, “Hey, Tomi?”

“Hm?” she responds, barely glancing up from the video she’s watching.

You’re not sure how to broach the subject, but you’ve never been one to beat around the bush so you just come right out and say it. “Has anyone told you your dad’s kinda hot?”

That makes her stop, her head jerking up from her phone at lightning speed. “What!? That old geezer?” She sounds dumbfounded, incredulous at the prospect that someone would be interested in her father.

“Yeah girl, he’s a total DILF,” you confess, making a little fanning motion with your hand like you’re burning up inside just thinking about him, and it’s not that far from the truth.

Hitomi makes no effort to hide her feelings, disgust clearly evident in her delicate features. “Ew! You have to be joking. Please tell me you’re joking.”

“I’m not joking! He’s really sexy,” you muse dreamily.

She claps both hands over her ears, yelling at the top of her lungs to drown you out. “I never want to hear you say that my old man is ‘sexy’ ever again!”

You childishly stick your tongue out at her. “Hey! I’m just speaking the truth. You have to have had friends say the same thing.”

Removing her hands from her ears, she brings one up to stroke her chin, seemingly deep in thought. “Now that I think about it, back in high school my friends were a lot more enthusiastic about coming over once they met my father.”

You feel vindicated by her personal testimony, even if she thinks you’re gross. “See? I’m not the only one who finds your dad ridiculously attractive.”

Hitomi gags dramatically as if she’s going to puke and judging by the look on her face, she just might. “Please, no more, I’m begging you.”

“Fine, fine I’ll stop, but don’t act surprised when I become your new stepmom,” you tease, wiggling your eyebrows at her.

“You’re younger than me, don’t even joke about that,” she shudders in horror. “Okay, with that we need to get back to studying amino acids and proteins.”

“Whatever you say, future stepdaughter.” You muster your best motherly voice, sickeningly sweet and a touch passive aggressive.

This time, it’s Hitomi’s turn to throw a pillow at you.

---

Since the day you met Keishin, you haven’t been able to get him off your mind. Even when you’re in class trying to learn about the sodium-potassium pump, you find your thoughts drifting to his hands, his lips, him. He’s simply become too distracting to ignore.

More times than you care to admit, you’ve fucked yourself with your fingers to thoughts of how his fingers would feel pumping inside you. You fantasize about how his hand would feel around your neck, squeezing with just enough pressure to make your vision hazy. His name is always on the tip of your tongue when you orgasm and when you finally let yourself moan out ‘Keishin,’ you know enough is enough. A man his age has to know exactly how to make a woman scream and writhe in pleasure, but you need to experience it for yourself or you’ll die trying.

You’re not oblivious to the way he looks at you with hunger and longing in his eyes, you know he wants you too and you’re not above using dirty tricks to show him just how much you want him.

If he’s too proud, too noble to give in to his urges, you’ll just have to break him. His resolve may be strong, but yours is stronger.

Your efforts begin innocently enough, gently probing him for more information about himself so you can get to know him better.

“I’ve noticed you don’t wear a ring. Is there a Mrs. Ukai in the picture?” you ask innocently.

Keishin clears his throat a bit too loudly, refusing to meet your questioning gaze. “Nah. It’s just me and Tomi, always has been.”

“Any… future Mrs. Ukai in the picture?”

The corners of his lips twitch slightly, the barest of smiles tugging at his handsome features. “Can’t say there is. Between the store and coaching volleyball, I don’t really have the time to date.”

You nod and make a noise of acknowledgement, relieved by the confirmation that he is in fact very, very single. You’re a lot of things, but you’re not a homewrecker.

On another occasion, you’re seated on their plush leather couch and Keishin’s in the well-worn La-Z-Boy recliner to your left. You’re watching some Adam Sandler movie on Netflix, but it’s paused while Hitomi is in the bathroom.

You take your alone time together as an opportunity to question him more, toeing the line of what would be considered proper. “So, Keishin, how old are you? I know Tomi’s twenty-one so you must be…” you trail off, hoping he’ll humor you.

He takes a swig of the beer in his hand and your eyes instinctively flicker down to watch the way his Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. “Old.”

You roll your eyes and prop your chin up on your hand, readjusting your position on the couch so you’re leaning closer to him. “Obviously, but just how old?”

“Why do you want to know so badly?” he asks, head tilted and a well-groomed eyebrow lifted questioningly.

“I was just wondering if you’re older than my dad,” you tease.

His shoulders shake slightly as he chuckles, amusement dancing in his eyes. “I’m forty-four. Do I have him beat?”

“He’s forty-two, so just barely.” Your steady, unwavering eyes lock onto his own, which are glassy and unfocused from the alcohol. When he brings the bottle to his lips once more, you nonchalantly add, “Maybe I should call you Daddy instead.”

Keishin coughs and sputters in surprise, causing him to choke on his beverage and a spray of sticky beer splatters across your face.

Apologies tumble out of his mouth as soon as he realizes that your cheeks and hair are dripping with the craft IPA he was drinking. “I-I’m so sorry! I’ll get you a towel,” he blurts, shooting up from his chair.

In his panic and embarrassment, he rushes toward the linen closet and you can’t help the giggles that escape your mouth at how uncoordinated he is, now several drinks in. “Hey, it’s okay. It’s not that big of a deal,” you reassure him, wiping your face with the back of your hand for emphasis.

He returns from the rummaging around the hall closet, a dark blue towel in his hand, which he offers to you with a nod of his head.

No matter your protests and assurances that you’re fine, Keishin is even more insistent in offering you the towel to clean yourself up. When you refuse to take the towel from him, he kneels down next to you and leans in to dab at the foamy liquid that has soaked into your hair.

Your breath hitches in your throat when you feel his fingers on your jaw and you almost squeak at his close proximity. He hasn’t let you near him since your first encounter and now he’s right in front of you, so close that his breath curls around your cheeks, smelling of malted hops and the slightest hint of peppermint. You can map out the slight freckles on the bridge of his nose and each long, curled eyelash that brushes his cheeks each time he blinks.

He’s truly a beautiful man, all sharp angles and rough stubble and you can feel your cheeks warm when you realize that he’s right there. If you leaned forward just a little bit more, your noses would brush against each other.

A deep, rumbling voice interrupts your daydreaming. “Kid, are you even listening to me?”

You blink a couple times, coming to the realization that he’s been trying to talk to you for the last few minutes, but you were too busy admiring his beauty.

Keishin shakes his head as he leans back on his heels, using one hand to rub his face wearily. “As I was saying, you can’t just… say things like that. I know young girls sometimes have fantasies about older men like me, but I’m telling you now that it’ll only end badly,” he sighs. “I’m not a righteous man, I have my vices. God, do I have lots of them, and I don’t need another one.”

He mumbles the last sentence, barely loud enough for you to hear, despite how close you are.

Another one? Is he admitting that the attraction is mutual? You have to know, you just have to. Your body practically aches from how badly you want him.

“Keishin, I—” you start, reaching out to touch his arm, but he stands abruptly and quickly turns to shuffle away from the couch.

“This just isn’t a good idea, kid. Just forget about me, alright?” he says, his back to you. A tinge of regret and hesitation seeps into his words, as if he wants to take back everything he’s said.

After the beer incident, the man is even less receptive than he was before, making every effort to avoid being alone with you.

Even still, you’re not discouraged because he never outright rejected you. If he had, you would’ve stopped your pursuit weeks ago, but he only seems to be trying to maintain his composure as a righteous man.

Righteous men are wolves in sheep’s clothing, always putting on a facade so they can claim plausible deniability when they’re caught with their pants around their ankles. But no matter how honorable or virtuous a man tries to be, none of them can resist a wet, willing pussy laid out in front of them and Keishin is no exception.

That’s why you’ve shown up to their house the last few weeks in skirts far too short to be considered decent, flashing little peeks of your underwear each time you move too much or bend over too far. Each time you bend over to grab a pencil or a piece of paper off the floor, Keishin is always conveniently positioned behind you so he gets an eyeful of your pretty lace panties and the little dark spot where your wetness has soaked through the fabric.

After you retrieve your item from the ground, you look over your shoulder to make direct eye contact with him and say ‘oops,’ without a hint of regret in your voice. You revel in the clenching of his jaw and the way he exhales loud and heavy through his nose, frustration mounting each time you try to provoke him.

When your ass and clothed pussy are on display for him, you make sure to wiggle your hips a bit, an open invitation to fuck you the way you both want to. It never fails to elicit some sort of reaction from the older man, ranging from a few groans and a choked cough, to making a very hasty exit, a book or some other object held over the front of his jeans.

Without fail, Hitomi expresses her concern each time her father storms out of the room, red-faced and breathing heavily. He just waves her off, telling her he’s not feeling well, but you know the truth. He’s painfully hard, painfully hard from you, even if he doesn’t admit it.

Truthfully, if you weren’t trying to get him to fuck you so hard you can’t walk you would applaud his self-control and restraint. Even after weeks of teasing and provocation, the man refuses to give in to his desires.

That’s okay. If he’s not going to come to you, you’ll just have to take matters into your own hands.

----

It all reaches a tipping point when you’re unable to go home for winter break and Hitomi offers you their guest room to stay in for a few weeks.

Apparently she never asked her father for permission, if Keishin’s shocked, slightly panicked face when you walked through the door with your suitcase was any indication. When he tried to question Hitomi about whether or not it’s such a good idea for you to stay, she wasn’t having any of it and told him that you’re a friend in need.

Hitomi’s so sweet and caring that you feel a twinge of guilt for plotting to seduce her father in her house when she’s none the wiser. She just wanted to lend a helping hand by letting you stay with them, oblivious to your true plans, but what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.

Now that you’re under the same roof, all you really want to do is ambush Keishin as soon as possible, but you have to plan around Hitomi’s schedule so you have bide your time. What’s the saying? Good things come to those who wait?

And wait you do. You wait for two whole weeks, in fact. But then the stars align so perfectly that some otherworldly force must be looking out for you.

Hitomi is gone to work and won’t be back until the middle of the night when her shift is over, while Keishin is home reviewing footage from his team’s latest game.

He told you he does this right before a big game so he can tell his players what they need to improve on and get in that last bit of refinement before the day of. When he clued you in on his strategy you just nodded and hummed, not really listening, mostly focused on ogling his muscles through his thin t-shirt.

Your nerves have been buzzing since you woke up this morning, sensing the heaviness in the air. You’re wearing your prettiest lace panties and its matching bra and frankly, you’re feeling pretty damn confident. You look good and you know you look good. If you were trying to seduce any guy your age, they’d drop their pants as soon as they got a little glimpse of your underwear, but Keishin’s not any guy your age. He needs a little convincing, a little push in the right direction, and you’ll be the one to help him.

You’ve flitted around the house all day, just trying to find the right moment to pounce.

Currently, Keishin is sitting in the living room watching the recording on the big flat screen in the living room. He looks preoccupied with taking notes on the notepad in his lap, but it’s now or never, you suppose.

Before you try to talk yourself out of it, you stride over to where he’s sitting and put your hand on his shoulder to get his attention.

“Hey. Did you need something? I’m kind of busy analyzing my team’s last game.”

Not wanting to lose your nerve, you wordlessly swing one leg over his, then the other, planting yourself firmly in his lap. His entire body goes ramrod stiff, hands jerking away from your body as if you’ve burned him.

“W-what do you think you’re doing?” he stutters, alarm evident in his voice.

When he makes no move to throw you off his lap, you wrap your arms around his neck and lean into him, pressing your chest to his.

“What we both have been wanting to do since the day I met you,” you purr, lips barely brushing against the shell of his ear. He shivers when you gently nibble on his earlobe and your confidence only grows as you discover that he wants this just as much as you do.

“I d-don’t know what you’re talking about. This isn't right. I’m your friend’s father and I’m... old enough to be y-yours,” he mutters, running a hand through his already messy hair, conflicted with how to proceed.

You can’t tell whether he’s trying to convince you or himself, so you decide to give him a little encouragement.

Leaning back slightly, you run your hands down his chest and bite your lip. “Are we going to keep playing games or are you gonna fuck me? Because if not, I’ve got several guys back at college who—”

You’re cut off when Keishin’s hand wraps around your throat, the other braced against your back to pull you flush against him.

“You think your little stunts are cute, don’t you?” he growls, his minty breath washing over your face.

“What, you don’t think so, Daddy?” you pout, batting your eyelashes at him innocently.

His eyes flash with something hot and primal and you can feel the gush of wetness between your thighs. “I’m getting a little tired of them,” he growls.

“This,” you palm at the bulge straining against his pants, “Tells me otherwise, you know.”

The hand around your throat tightens, cutting off whatever bratty remark you were about to make. “I’ve had enough of you prancing around my home in tiny skirts and flashing me your panties when my daughter is around. It’s unbecoming.”

“Then t-teach me a lesson,” you gasp, struggling to speak with Keishin’s fingers so firmly wrapped around your throat.

The way he grins is downright sinful and it stokes the fire already raging inside you. “Careful what you wish for, little girl.”

With some manhandling on Keishin’s part, you’re shoved toward the couch then pulled back onto his lap, but this time you’re on your stomach and both your wrists are pinned behind your back.

“Before we go any further,” he starts, trailing his fingers down your spine and leaving goosebumps in their wake. “I have to ask… How old are you?”

You twist around to look him in the eyes, a defiant smirk on your face. “Old enough.” Your mischievous giggle is cut off by a swift, firm slap to your ass.

“Watch the lip, brat. I need a little more reassurance than that.”

“Since you’re just so concerned, I’m nineteen. Perfectly legal and more importantly, legally fuckable,” you say, punctuated by an enticing wiggle of your hips.

“Jesus, you’re two years younger than Tomi. What am I doing?” He seems lost in thought as the honorable side of him fights a losing battle against his baser, carnal instincts. Whatever reservations he has are thrown aside when you start to wiggle in his grasp, maneuvering yourself over his crotch to grind yourself against his hardness.

Keishin gathers your hair around his fist, harshly jerking your head so far backwards that your spine aches from the unnatural angle.

“Stop fucking squirming. You just don’t know how to behave, do you?” It’s phrased like a question, but he shoves two of his fingers in your mouth so you can’t respond.

You knew Keishin would be the perfect dom, but the ease with which he settles into the role makes your head spin and your insides throb. Latching onto his digits, you lick and suck like the good girl you are, coating them in saliva as he hums in appreciation.

“Foo wans tuh behav wen thith is wutt I ge fo bein ba?” you ask, garbled and muffled by the fingers massaging the back of your tongue.

A series of harder, heavier spanks make you squeal and squirm even more in his lap. He gently rubs his hand over your warm, stinging flesh as he speaks. “Such a troublemaker. Just what am I going to do with you, hm?” He tries to sound admonishing, but you can tell he’s smiling behind his words.

His hand leaves your ass, no doubt raised to spank you again, but before he can, you bite down on his fingers. Not too hard, just enough for him to jerk them out of your mouth. “You can do whatever you want to me, Daddy.”

You jolt when his thumb rubs against your pussy through your panties. They’re soaked with your slick, the material clinging to your skin uncomfortably. The barest touch has you gasping and pushing your hips back for more. You’re so sensitive from the teasing and you’re so turned on you just might pass out if you’re not filled up soon.

Keishin just laughs darkly at the pathetic humping of your hips and you can feel the rumbling in his chest. “This is what I love about girls your age. So sensitive…” He pulls your panties aside and gently eases a finger inside you, then another as you moan and shake in his lap. “And so reactive. I bet you’d cum just from me putting my cock inside this tight, wet cunt, wouldn’t you?”

He speaks with a hint of condescension that has you clenching around his digits, coating them in sticky, syrupy strands of your arousal as they pump in and out of you. You’d almost be embarrassed at how worked up you are if you had more self respect, but you don’t. All you can focus on is the way his fingertips curl into the little spongy spot inside you that makes you whine.

“Why don’t you try it and find out?” The challenge in your voice is severely dampened by how breathless and wrecked you are even though you haven’t really even done anything.

His fingers pull out of you with a lewd squelching sound and you can hear him suck them into his mouth. “You taste even better than I imagined, but I want to taste that sweet pussy of yours. Up, little girl.” He coaxes you from his lap and onto the couch so your back is nestled into the cushions.

Sweat is making hair stick to your forehead and you’re breathing so heavily you’d think you just ran a marathon, but Keishin is looking down at you like you’re the most beautiful thing in the world and it nearly steals what little breath you have left in your lungs.

Oxygen is the last thing on your mind when his lips slot themselves between yours, soft yet demanding as they suck and lick. The movement of his lips doesn’t falter when he pulls your shirt over your head to reveal your light pink bra. Keishin pulls back to kiss along your collarbones, neck, and chest, his teeth occasionally nipping your sensitive flesh and leaving goosebumps in their wake. He expertly removes your panties with one hand so you’re left in just your plaid skirt, exposing your heated flesh to the coolness of the living room.

You’re nearly naked but he’s wearing far too many clothes for your liking, so you blindly grab at his shirt, but your fingers are shaking too much for you to get a good grip. Once he realizes what you’re trying to do, he puts his hands over yours and helps you take off his shirt. You nearly start drooling when all of his hard, rippling muscles and smooth, tan skin are finally revealed to your greedy eyes that can’t seem to settle one thing. You don’t know if you’ll get this opportunity again and you want to remember everything in painstaking detail, especially Keishin’s gorgeous body.

He momentarily disentangles himself from you to remove his jeans, leaving him in just his Calvin Klein boxer briefs. The outline of his cock is evident as it strains against the blue material and you reach out to stroke it, but he just takes your hand in his.

He brings it to his lips, then kisses up your arm until he reaches your lips. “All in due time, sweet girl. I want to taste you first.” Your mouth is claimed in another hungry, bruising kiss and you squeal when Keishin takes your lip between his teeth and bites, blood rushing to the surface of your skin.

His head dips down to leave featherlight kisses and teasing licks down your chest and stomach before he’s resting between your thighs. You whimper pitifully as he spreads your legs, awaiting the feeling of a wet tongue or his fingers against your folds. When he doesn’t move for several beats, you come to the realization that he’s just watching the way your cunt twitches and clenches around nothing and the wetness that drips onto the couch each time your muscles contract. You quickly bring your legs together to hide yourself from his scrutinizing gaze, but he simply pries them open with little effort.

Keishin grabs your chin so you’ll look right at him, squirming from the intensity of his gaze. “Don’t you dare hide this pretty pussy from me, do you understand? I am going to devour you until I’ve had my fill and you’re going to just lie back and take it.”

You nod obediently, your impudence quickly dying, giving way to the burning ache between your legs that can only be sated by a long, hard fuck.

With a satisfied hum, he settles at the apex of your thighs and licks a long stripe from your quivering pussy to your swollen clit and your hips jerk from the contact. Strong hands pin your hips to the couch as you writhe in his firm grip. He gives your clit a soft, quick kiss before he takes it into his mouth and sucks. You grab fitfully at his hair, back arching and hips pressing into his mouth as you gasp and groan from the incredible feeling of his tongue on your sensitive flesh.

His tongue teases your entrance and your cunt twitches, anticipating the first thrust of his warm, wet muscle inside you. He occasionally dips into your hole, but never breaches your entrance and you think you might go mad if he doesn’t give you more.

“I-I need more, give me more,” you manage to gasp, grabbing a fistful of the pillow underneath you as the tightening in your belly gets stronger.

Keishin removes his mouth from your cunt just long enough to admonish you for your lack of respect. “You need to have more manners if you’re going to demand things of me,” he says, before latching back onto your swollen, twitching clit.

“Daddy, pleeease I need more. Ah! I want to cum!” Your voice is so high-pitched and whiny you almost don’t recognize yourself, but you’re nearly delirious from pleasure and your impending climax that’s been dangled over your head for what feels like hours.

“Now who am I to deny you when you ask so sweetly?”

He thrusts two of his digits inside you, reaching deep inside you and rubbing against your g-spot as he sucks your clit back into his mouth. You’re almost screaming at this point, clawing at his hair and humping your cunt against his face. The familiar tightening in your belly signals that you’re about to cum and your moans and cries get faster, louder as the promise of white hot pleasure is just within reach—

It’s almost embarrassing how fast you’re teetering on the edge of climax, as if you’re a virgin school girl that’s never touched herself before. But maybe that’s the difference that years of experience can make.

Not that you care. You just want to cum.

“Fuck, Daddy, I—I’m close!”

Sensing your impending orgasm, the man uses his free hand to slap your cheek then grabs your throat. “Uh-uh-uh,” he tuts, “Ask Daddy for permission to cum.” You’re clamping down on his fingers impossibly tighter as he fingers you even deeper, and the way he sucks on your clit renders you incapable of speech. Each time you open your mouth to try to speak, more desperate, wanton noises escape your lips.

You’re about to fucking burst at the seams and you feel like you’re on fire, but you want to be a good girl for your daddy, so you use the last bit of brain power you have left to ask for permission.

“P-pleaaase Daddy may I ahhh! May I cum!” you ask, but you can’t even hear Keishin give his approval from how loud the blood rushing in your ears is as you finally cum.

You try to muffle your cries with the back of your hand, but he grabs your wrist and wrenches it away from your mouth.

“Don’t do that. I want to hear you scream.” His tone is clipped and short, not caring how rough he is with your delicate flesh.

If you weren’t already cumming, you would have from the pleasure that’s so intense, it’s almost painful as your body is wracked with tremors. Your legs snap around Keishin’s head and you grip his hair even tighter as wave upon wave of your orgasm washes over you. You hear someone screaming and wonder what’s happening, when you realize it’s you, you’re the one screaming as you ride out your climax.

He greedily slurps and sucks up every single drop of your release that you can give him, as if he was stranded in the desert for a thousand years and your juices are the first sip of water to hit his dry, parched tongue. Your cunt is already so sensitive, painfully clenching around his fingers, but he just. Doesn’t. Stop.

“Fuck, K-Kei, wait ‘s too much,” you weakly protest, but your body is too spent to resist so you just lie there, twitching and gasping as he keeps sucking on your overstimulated clit.

His lips detach from your poor, abused bud and you almost sigh in relief before the fingers inside your cunt pump faster, stimulating every inch of your gummy walls.

Keishin leans over your sweaty, exhausted form, one hand braced on the couch, the other buried inside you. His fingers are hitting a spot inside you that makes you feel the urge to pee, so you try to push his hand away but it’s futile with how much stronger he is than you.

“Hold onnn, I’m g-gonna—” you slur, panicked, but it’s as if he didn’t hear you.

His digits are relentless, rubbing and stroking and you’re a fucked out mess. You don’t know what he wants until an uncomfortable tightness shoots through your cunt. You cry out as clear liquid gushes out of you, splashing all over you, the couch, and Keishin. If you were more coherent, you might be mortified because you just… pissed on him—

To your surprise, he’s laughing as he removes his hand from inside you, ignoring your halfhearted groans. “I was hoping you’d do that,” he says, holding up his hand, shiny and dripping with your juices.

“D-Do what?” you pant, unsure of what just happened and why Keishin seems so smug.

He uses his discarded t-shirt to wipe his hand off, then dabs at your stomach where a sizable puddle accumulated. “Squirt,” he responds. When he sees your confused expression, he follows up with, “It’s not piss, if you’re worried about that.”

“Ooookay.” You’re too dazed and exhausted to argue with him or question him further, so you just flop into the sofa and close your eyes.

“C’mon, little girl, don't tell me that’s all you’ve got. You were talking so much shit earlier and I have so much more to give you.” Despite how tired you are, his words spark new arousal in your belly and defiance revitalizes you, movement returning to your limbs.

You slide a hand down your stomach and spread the puffy lips of your cunt, sliding a finger through your wetness. “Of course it’s not. I’m ready to take that hard cock of yours, Daddy.”

“Attagirl, that’s what I like to see,” he praises, dropping his underwear and sliding them somewhere you can’t see.

His cock is gorgeous, but that doesn’t come as a surprise, considering the man it belongs to. It’s thick and curved in a way that you know will reach the deepest parts of you.

What you weren’t expecting is the many piercings adorning the shaft and the one that goes through the head. A long curved barbell enters through the tip and exits through the underside of his glans. Three evenly spaced rings are embedded in the skin where his shaft meets his balls. You’ve never seen so many piercings on one man, let alone in such a sensitive place, so you gawk at the smooth metal rings that shine in the overhead lights.

“You’re… You have…”

He grins widely and it’s so devilish you think he might swallow you whole and honestly? You’d let him. You’d let him do whatever he wants to you. “Haha, yeah I get that reaction a lot. Never seen a pierced cock before, huh?”

“No, but there’s a first time for everything. I’m dying to see how those,” you point to his piercings, “Feel inside me.”

Keishin wordlessly climbs on top of you and rubs the head against your wetness, spreading it along his shaft to ease his entry. “They’ll feel fucking incredible, but you’ll have to beg for it.”

You scoff, reaching to grab his hips so he’ll fuck you already, but he scoots backwards so you can’t touch him.

“Naughty girls that misbehave don’t get fucked, so you’d better smarten up quickly,” he warns, making you gasp as he thrusts his cock against your clit.

He lazily nudges the head over your flesh, occasionally letting it catch on the tight ring of muscle around your hole. When he slots between your pussy lips, you try to wiggle and hump your hips in his direction, in hopes that he’ll slide right in.

But he doesn’t, and you’re about to go mad with his cock so close, but so far away.

“Please fuck me Daddy. I need your cock so bad!” You’re on the verge of tears, the buildup of the last few weeks overwhelming your senses.

Making a noise of sympathy, Keishin pets your hair affectionately and kisses your cheek. “All you had to do was ask.”

His hips pull back, then he’s thrusting inside you, sheathing himself to the hilt in your tight heat. You whimper and whine at the sudden intrusion, but any pain you feel is overshadowed by the way that his cock is filling you so full. The burn and stretch hurts so fucking good that your orgasm hits you like a freight train, fast and hard and blinding. Keishin fucks you through it, his cock touching all of the sensitive spots inside you and the pleasure is so strong you have to screw your eyes shut as you cry out and fall apart around him.

When you open them again, the man is staring down at you with the most shit-eating grin you’ve ever seen. “See? I said you’d cum as soon as I put my cock inside you.”

Using all the strength you can muster, you slap his arm. “Shut up and just fuck me.”

“You still haven’t learned your manners, but I just can’t wait to shoot my cum deep inside this cute cunt of yours,” Keishin groans, pulling almost all the way out before burying himself back inside the hot, welcoming clutch of your pussy.

You can feel each of the metal rings on his cock, foreign and strange, but the odd feeling soon fades to little shocks of ecstasy each time they brush against your insides.

The lewd slapping sounds of skin on skin are all you can hear besides the occasional moan or hiss from the man fucking you within an inch of your life, not that you can focus on anything else right now.

You nudge at Keishin’s shoulder and he stops the rapid pistoning of his hips, an almost annoyed look on his face.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, but you just smile and push him backwards onto the couch, just like you were. He grunts in surprise as he falls backward, but he quickly quiets down when you climb on top of him and sink yourself back down on his length.

You both moan in unison as he fills you once more, the tip of his cock pressing against your cervix each time you force your cunt back down on him. His hands wander to your tits, grabbing, squeezing, and pinching the sensitive buds of your nipples.

Ever the troublemaker, you can’t resist making a jab at him now that you’re on top. “I wonder what she’d do if she knew you were with me right now. What would your daughter say about you taking advantage of a young, helpless girl?”

Keishin takes that moment to pull you against him, thrusting hard and rough into your gummy walls that never stop pulsing around him. You’re shaking and gasping, your tongue lolling out of your mouth in your pleasured delirium. “With the way your greedy, sloppy cunt is clenching around me, I wouldn’t say I’m taking advantage of you,” he points out, only slightly out of breath. “But you get off on this, don’t you? Letting an old man like me fuck you. I’m old enough to be your father.”

“Like you’re any b-better,” you bite back.

You cry out when Keishin starts rubbing your swollen clit in tight little circles, your third orgasm fast approaching.

“Fuck! I can—urgh, I can feel your pussy pulsing around me. I’m g-gonna cum,” he grits out, thrusting impossibly deeper inside you. He's pressed so far into you, he’s just thumping the head of his cock against your cervix. You scream and write in his arms, seeking to relieve the sharp burning in your womb just a little bit, but he has you firmly locked in his clutches. “Be a good little girl and cum for Daddy.”

Almost on command, you shake and moan, loud and long, as you cream all over his cock and coat the base in milky white. “Oh fuck, oh god! D-Daddy I’m cu-mming!” you wail with the last of your energy.

You’re so exhausted you go limp against him and let him use your body as a fuck toy until he reaches his climax. Keishin follows soon behind you, his thrusts growing sloppier and less coordinated as he mumbles obscenities under his breath. “Shit shit shit, fuck I’m cumming! I’m gonna—fuck!”

With one last thrust into your fluttering, over stimulated cunt he orgasms, his legs shaking as he shoots rope after rope of cum into your quivering womb.

You both lay there for several minutes to catch your breaths. You’re so sore and boneless you can barely move, but you manage to extricate yourself from Keishin’s long limbs. Leaning into the arm of the couch, you let your eyes flutter closed and allow sleep to take you.

You’re awoken by a warm, wet washcloth rubbing against your sensitive folds and you whine, sleepily wiggling your hips to get away from the discomfort. “Kid, I know it doesn’t feel good but, uh, it’s kind of a mess down there. You can go back to sleep, just let me clean you up.” Keishin’s familiar timbre comforts you so you settle back down, still half asleep.

“Mmm, Keishin?” you mumble, making grabby hands at the man.

He takes one of your hands in his. “Yeah?” he responds as he wipes the washcloth between your legs with his other hand.

You rub your face against his hand before placing a sloppy kiss on top of it. “Thank youuuu,” you slur.

Keishin just chuckles and rubs his fingers over your knuckles. “Yeah kid, you’re welcome. Just get some rest, alright?”

You’re asleep before he even finishes the sentence.

----

When you awaken it’s dark, most likely the middle of the night. There’s a blanket thrown over your unexpectedly clothed body, which is now covered in a worn, oversized shirt. It smells like fabric softener and musk, so you figure it must be Keishin’s.

Looking around, you bolt upright when you realize you’re not on the living room couch anymore, you’re now in a large, comfortable bed.

The sound of a deep, rumbling voice draws your attention to the bathroom connected to the room you’re currently in. “Oh, you’re finally awake,” Keishin says sheepishly as he emerges from the bathroom, then points to the nightstand next to you. “There’s some water and ibuprofen, you should take it. Even if you’re not sore now, you will be later.”

You chuckle tiredly as you stretch your overworked muscles. “I’m already sore, so I’ll definitely be taking these.”

He sits awkwardly on the side of the bed, unsure how to treat you after your little encounter. His brows are furrowed, a deep frown on he’s seemingly deep in thought.

“Whatever you’re thinking, just spit it out.” His head immediately snaps to you, eyes guarded and unreadable.

“What we did downstairs, it’s… not right. I’m supposed to protect young, impressionable girls like you. I’m a father—I would die if Tomi was after a man more than twice her age.”

You pull the blanket off of you and climb over to where the older man is seated on the mattress. “Keishin, let me ask you something.” He lifts his head, expectant. “Did you enjoy what we did? Because I did.” He nods slowly, still unsure what you’re getting at.

Taking his face in your hands, you tell him what you’ve been thinking for weeks. “At the end of the day, we’re two consenting adults who partook in consensual activities. Even if someone wants to clutch their pearls because you’re older than me, who cares?”

“Yeah, I get that, but… It has to be some sort of ethics violation on my part. You’re younger than my daughter, Bunny.”

“Even if it is, you have to allow yourself to live a little. Life is too short to deny yourself pleasures the world has to offer, and I don’t know about you, but I was very pleased by our… tryst.”

A cute blush spreads across Keishin’s cheeks as he remembers everything he said and did to you. “Aha, I was too. So, um… Would you want to do that again, sometime?” he asks, running a hand through his hair like he always does when he’s nervous.

You giggle and tackle him on the bed, wrapping your arms around him and squeezing. “Of course I do. We can even do it now, if you’d like…”

A couple hours later, just before Hitomi comes back, you limp across the hallway to your room and pass out, falling into a deep, dreamless sleep.

And that is how your little arrangement begins.

Most of your time is spent with Hitomi, mostly shopping and going out to eat when she has the day off, or just watching Netflix in her room when you’re both too tired to go anywhere.

However, in the wee hours of the morning when you’re sure that she’s asleep, you sneak up to her father’s bedroom and get fucked so hard and so good you can barely make it back to your bedroom before the sun rises.

It’s a good arrangement, you think, you both get what you want and your friend is none the wiser. You figure no harm, no foul. At the end of the winter break, Keishin will likely want to cut things off with you and you’ll go back to your college dorm as if nothing happened.

But the winter break isn’t over yet, and you plan on making the most of it.

Keishin has been fucking you into the mattress for so long, time no longer even makes sense anymore.

You’re sweaty and exhausted, muscles so sore and shaky, but the thrusting between your legs shows no signs of stopping anytime soon. The harsh grip on your hips will likely bruise, but luckily you can hide them, unlike the few close calls you’ve had with poorly-placed marks on your neck.

Despite your exhaustion, you continue to meet Keishin’s thrusts by humping your hips back at him.

He gives your ass a harsh spank and fucks into you harder, making you whine and clench around him. “You’re an insatiable little thing, aren’t you? So fucked out and dripping with my cum, yet you still want more,” he says, but all you can do is gasp in response. You’re too far gone to produce any meaningful response. “What am I going to do with you?” If you had the energy, you’d tell him whatever he wants, but you don’t and the familiar tug of an orgasm is too hard to ignore.

“Fuck Daddy, I-I’m—”

Suddenly, his phone comes to life, Hitomi’s face lighting up the screen as it vibrates. The pistoning of his hips slows, then stops completely as he reaches over and grabs it off the nightstand.

He suddenly pulls out of your sore, abused cunt and you almost whine at the loss before he buries himself back inside you. The way your face is pressed into the mattress makes it difficult, but you manage to turn your head to see what Keishin is doing behind you.

Your eyes widen and you try to wriggle out of his grip when you figure out that he’s going to answer his phone as he keeps fucking you.

A hand wraps around your neck, lifting you up from your position on the bed and you have to follow its movement to prevent your windpipe from getting crushed. You’re pressed against Keishin’s hard chest, and his cock is nestled right against your cervix. “If you know what’s good for you, you’ll just stay still and take it like a good little girl.”

The harsh grip on your neck releases and you’re shoved back into the bed, falling onto the comforter.

Keishin sounds completely normal when he answers his phone and it almost pisses you off—how can he be so unaffected when you’re at your wit’s end?

He chirps into the phone, “Hey sweetheart, what’s up?” The only indication that anything is amiss is the slight breathlessness in his voice and the occasional curse under his breath.

He forces himself even deeper inside you so forcefully that you’re afraid he’ll punch straight through to your womb. You know it’s not possible, but with Keishin, it just might be. He’s always full of surprises, especially when it comes to your body.

“Oh yeah, sure I can drop it off to you later. I’m just a little… preoccupied at the moment,” he says with a sharp thrust of his hips and you can’t help the moan that escapes your lips. Keishin stiffens above you, waiting to see if Hitomi heard you through the phone.

“No, Hitomi, I’m not watching porn! But hold on a second, I think someone is at the door.” He sets the phone on the bed, muting the call as his cock hits your g-spot and you’re shaking, practically shivering in his arms. A couple of hard, coordinated rubs of your engorged clit and you’re cumming, gushing around him and keening as your muscles clench uncomfortably. You scream silently and fall limp onto the bed, unable to hold yourself up any longer.

You’ve lost count of how many times you’ve cum, but it’s to the point that each successive orgasm borders on the edge of pleasure and pain.

“Better keep quiet, wouldn’t want my daughter to hear you getting your pretty little cunt stuffed full of my cock,” Keishin snarls into your ear and you feel yourself clench painfully around him. Your body is just so worn out, but you know he won’t stop until he’s satisfied. “Or do you want her to know what a slut you are for her father?”

You shake your head vehemently, but the man inside you just chuckles as he keeps fucking you.

“Oh my god, oh fuck I-I…” You’re babbling nonsense to no one in particular.

“Ahh it was just-fuck, it was just some dude trying to sell me security cameras. Anyways, I’ll see you later honey, I love you.” His last few sentences sound rushed, urgent and you can tell from the twitching of his length that he’s close. The moment the phone is hung up, Keishin cages you between his body and the mattress. “Your cunt feels so fucking good, I’m gonna fill you up with my cum. Would you like that?”

You try to nod and make a noise akin to ‘mhm,’ but you’re not sure what it sounds like. You’re not really sure of anything right now, but what you are sure of is you want him to cum inside you.

“I could never deny you anything, sweet girl,” he groans.

Keishin fucks into you harder, faster, and it feels as if he’s quite literally rearranging your guts, he’s so deep inside you. He reaches down between your legs and pinches your sensitive bud between his fingers. “Think you have one more in you, hm?” he asks, but he doesn’t wait for your answer. Of course you do.” He rubs your sore clit the way he knows will have you shaking and coming apart around him.

“Fuck Daddy, fuck I’m cumming!” you squeal, writhing and squirming from the painful, aching tightness of your orgasm as it builds once more.

“Ergh, fuck yeah, cum on Daddy’s cock as he fills you up. You’re such a good fucking girl for me, I love this sweet pussy.”

You shriek as you cum, your climax so strong that your vision blurs at the edges and you convulse, sore muscles twitching with overuse.

“Daddy’s gonna breed his sweet little girl, fuck, feels so fucking good!” Keishin groans, burying himself as deeply as he can inside you and shooting his cum into your quivering hole. You sigh in relief at the feeling of his warm cum flooding your womb, thankful he finally came because you couldn’t have lasted much longer in your state.

He flops next to you on the bed, sweaty and exhausted from your hours-long fuck marathon. Throwing an arm over your waist, he pulls you to his chest and buries his nose in your neck.

Hitomi’s not supposed to come back for several hours, so you both deem it safe to fall asleep as you are. Just when you’re about to drift off, your phone buzzes from the bedside table.

You reach for your phone, expecting it to be some spam email.

Your heart stops, the whole world seems to freeze when you open the text message.

From: Tomie <3

So when were you going to tell me you’re fucking my dad?

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