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kiiboslostahoge · 30 days

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A Tech-Demon's Weakness

Summary: Vox is much more angry than usual now that Alastor's back, and it's causing issues with the WiFi. Velvette makes Valentino calm him down, and the man decides to have some fun in the process.

Notes: These guys are supposed to be the most evil mfs even compared to the other overlords, why tf was their scene in the finale so cuteee agghh,😭😭😭, approx 1.5k words

Valentino had a problem. A large problem, in fact. One that he never usually had.

Vox. Vox was too angry to do his fucking job. It made no sense - Vox was supposed to help calm him down, not the other way around!

"That bitch keeps ruining my connection, Val! Some employee lost a day's worth of editing because it couldn't save!" Velvette had said before shooing him off. "Go calm him down so he stops making everything buffer! At this rate, we'll have another blackout."

Couldn't she do that herself? Valentino wasn't meant for these sorts of affairs! If only Vox was here to calm him down - he always did such a good job with that.

Wait. Vox couldn't calm him down, Vox was the one who needed calming! God, why was Vox so angry? The Alastor thing was cute to watch, but not when it ruined their Internet speed.

"Ugh, but I wanted to-"

"Shoo," Velvette said. "Do your job."

Velvette wasn't sympathizing at all, not like Vox did! Valentino was going to get back at that flat-faced man for causing him such a headache.

From Vox's lair, he could faintly hear swear-filled shrieks.

God, this was going to be such a pain. Valentino almost wanted to make Velvette do it but instead, but she'd just yell at him to calm down, and knowing how blindly rageful Vox was right now - that statement would only make him more angry, and the WiFi would only get even worse. Valentino didn't think he could handle the WiFi getting worse than it already was.

No. Calming Vox down would be easy, he knew it. He'd just need to resort to- Unconventional means.

What were the means in question? Valentino would decide that when he got there. He had a small mental list, though.

He sauntered downstairs, where Vox was hissing, furiously eyeing the screen, tracking Alastor like a cat would a laser pointer.

"That old-timey fucker doesn't know shit about this fucking-"

At some point, it had begun to seem like Vox was swearing for the sake of it. The action made sense, though. He had quite some anger to get out, and swear words were an excellent method of expelling anger.

"Vox," he crooned, because he was going to have fun with this. Unlike some demons who happened to have a flat face, a hatred for radio, and hypnosis powers, he wasn't an uptight little bitch.

"What is it?" The reply came instantly. "I'm busy."

And though that was ordinarily true, right now, Vox seemed like a typical chronically-online easily-trolled loser rather than the CEO who had almost all of the Prie Ring under his thumb.

"Relax a little, would you?" Valentino said, pinching at where Vox's cheek would've been were he not a TV screen and earning himself a slap of the wrist. "I hear you're getting a bit worked up over the radio demon."

"Of course I am! He's a-"

Before Vox could introduce anymore colorful swears that even he'd likely never head of, Valentino poked him in the stomach pointedly.

"Ah-ah," he said, unable to be anything other than endlessly amused by this. "You have to calm down, Vox! Can't you see you're acting irrational right now? Why, Alastor could never-"

He was cut off by Vox's static-filled rage.

"Oh, don't even start!" Vox said, but before he could continue his rant, as Valentino's hand accidentally grazed the back of his screen, he let out a static-filled yelp.

Valentino couldn't help but grin. Right. That was one of the best ways to force Vox to calm down.

The thing about the tech demon was that he was ridiculously, mortifyingly ticklish. And with that ticklishness came mortification. Emotional and physical sensitivity? There was nothing more exploitable than that.

"I almost forgot, darling! How could you possibly have let that happen?" He said, and though his statement had little elaboration, Vox knew what he meant.

A gulp was heard.

"V-Val, don't you fucking dare."

Really, though, how could Valentino possibly have forgotten about this? Vox's reactions were much too amusing, and Valentino hadn't even touched him yet! He'd have to do this more often.

"What should I refrain from doing?" He asked, savoring moment of this. A poke to Vox's side, followed by a velp. "This?"

"Prick," Vox said, looking away.

There was really no point to being insulting, was there, now? But this was an opportunity for Valentino.

"I'm hurt!" He said, feigning a pout. "You're so mean to me."

Vox grit his teeth at that, but before he could retort with whatever string of insults he had in mind, Valentino took the chance to dig his fingers into Vox's neck.

Already, Vox was struggling to hold in his laughter."

"I- haah- f-fucking-"

And then, Valentino reached his antenna.

"H-Hahahate you! Gah, fuhuck!" Vox squirmed futilely, namely, it was futile he wasn't actually moving away. Valentino hadn't bothered to hold him down, because for some reason, Vox never did manage to actually pull himself together and actively attempt to leave.

"Aww," he crooned, not bothering to give Vox a break. "Is big bad Vox so ticklish he can't help but lose his mind at the slightest touch? You know, I wonder what Alastor would think if he saw you now!"

Any hope of Alastor taking him remotely seriously would be crushed at that moment. Vox pouted, and at that moment, Valentino couldn't help but wonder.why he found a literal Flat screen television's pouting so adorable.

"Shuhut u-up!" He laughed, more giggled like a child, and it was, in all frankness, quite difficult to take him seriously. "L-Lehet me go, or I swear, I'll-"

Valentino prodded at a small wire end sticking out, and Vox's laughter devolved into pure static.

"There we go," he said.

After a while, Valentino finally had his fill, letting Vox go. Now, it was time to get his work out of the way and-

Wait, what was he here to do again? He'd forgotten.

Nevertheless, he was faced with a huffy, pouty Vox. What could be better?

"Come on, darling!" He said, placing a condescending hand on Vox's back, patting him as if he were a child. Because really, that was exactly what Vox was acting like right now. "Did you really loathe it that much? It isn't my fault, you know how I am. I just had to exploit your complete and utter inability to move away properly."

"Don't bring that up again," Vox said, voice low, almost a growl.

Valentino just tilted his head in amusement.

"What? Your utter inability to escape my clutches? I couldn't possibly do that!" He said. "It was much too amusing. You, completely able to leave at any moment, and yet you couldn't even muster up the brainpower to recognize your obvious escape! Honestly, if I didn't know much better, I'd even believe you were enjoying it!"

Vox slammed a fist on the table, eyes wide with embarrassment.

"S-Stop talking, prick!" He said, and the dots quickly connected in Valentino's head.

Oh. That was what was going on.

"You liked it, then?" He asked, though he already knew the answer. It was just funny watching Vox squirm.

"No I don't," Vox said, attempting to regain his typical demeanor - and succeeding, though Valentino knew him too well not to notice the shakiness of his voice. "I'm not even ticklish. Really-"

His right eye spiraled, and for a second, Valentino felt his thoughts cloud.

"Don't you trust me on that, Val?"

Vox's hypnosis wouldn't work that easily. Valentino quickly put an end to that by reaching for the loose wire, completely breaking Vox's concentration.

"G-Gah! You-"

"I should tell Velvette," Valentino said with a chuckle, because he knew how fearsome the thought of anyone knowing Vox's newfound secret would be, especially someone with as much of a penchant for blackmail as Velvette.

"D-Don't," Vox said. "Please."

Vox used the word 'please'? Miracles, it seemed, were not to miraculous after all.

Nevertheless, the mention of Velvette reminded Valentino that he, sadly, had things to do other than mess with Vox. Like get his WiFi back up to task.

"I won't," Valentino said. "If you stop watching the princess's hotel all the time."

Vox's eyes widened.

"And stop watching for that fucking Radio Demon? I don't really know why you think I'd ever do that."

"Then I suppose I'll just tell Velvette-"

"No, wait! Deal," Vox said, eyes filled with panic. Valentino smirked, drawing up the contract.

"Sign here, darling!" He said, and Vox hastily scrawled his signature onto the contract. Those things were good for more than getting souls.

"Fuck you," Vox said. Feisty once again, it seemed. Though he'd likely calm down shortly after. Hopefully with that, swear words would regain meaning to Valentino. It didn't feel ad gratifying to use them anymore - Vox had been using them so often they'd begin to feel like ordinary words.

Valentino just stayed silent, feeling his face stretch into a grin. He could vaguely make out Vox shooting him a concerned look.

Whatever. He'd discovered a new weakness of his dearest Vox's. And oh God, he was going to have so much fun with it.

#hazbin hotel tickling #lee!vox #ticklish!vox #ler!valentino

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xbabyd0lli3x · 2 months

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Innocence

A/N 1-this is not how reader is depicted, reader has done no sexual things either , the cat it there tho, No use of y/n, female genital pet names( sweetheart, doll)

A/N 2- Reblogs, comments and request are greatly appreciated<3

↳ Pairing: /Reader- Colby Brock x inexperienced/innocent!Reader

↳ Reader Gender: Gn!reader but afab

Warnings-fingering,bad smut, ,creampie, unprotected sex(don't do this), , Begging, Dom!Colby, Sub!reader,female genital

You and Colby have been dating for little over 2 years, Its fun and all plus you like the ghost adventures that you go on with them but every time someone asked you about how my sex life is you can't say good because you haven't experienced that yet.

Fast forward

Colby had just got home and you was playing with my new kitten, Gary,"Oh hey baby, welcome home, how was your day"? I had asked because he seemed upset.

"Oh, it's nothing,just I wanted to know why you don't ever want to yk, have sex, not that I am going to pressure you, just wanted to know". Colby asked you, your face had gone bright red and my eyes were wide

"w-well, i-is not that I don't want to, just that I am a virgin, like completely, I have never touched myself or anything". you managed stuttered out, kinda embarrassed that you have never done these things and some scared that he won't like you anymore

"Well would you want me to show you sweetheart". His voice got all husky and deep, you whimpered, because you were intimidated, not in a bad way just, Colby is normal sweet and never like this."well doll, you have to speak up." Colby's voice broke me out of your trance,"Please, please show me what to do."

you felt his lips yours on , kissing you, It felt so familiar, that it hurt but in a good way, my breath had become more drained and Colby's muscles have tensed up, you felt Colby ask against your lips if he could take my shirt off then his, you said yes.(always ask for consent)

you whimpered and whined as Colby's kissed down your neck to your sensitive parts, you covered my sensitive parts with your hand, til Colby took it away, "let me see that pretty cunt, such a small cunt, can't wait to ruin it". I felt Colby thumb your clit, "look at you so innocent but you are moaning like a whore."

Colby gently put his middle finger in you tight hole, just lightly thrusting it in and out, just now adding the ring finger."c-Colby, m'cumming, fuck me, please". Colby pulled his fingers out just you could cum, slapping your clit."yeah, you want me to fuck, turn over, ass up, face down." you did as you was told, Colby pulled his boxers and pants off, pumping his dick one good time before gently pushing it in. "sweetie, you are so tight, you are going to have to wait to get used to it, or it will hurt." Colby had told you, after getting used to his dick, Colby started slow thrusting into you."faster Colby, please, want you to ruin me". you were at this point also mindless babbling, Colby had started going faster, harder to the point were you couldn't think straight

"M'going to cum, please Colby, let me cum, I need it please." you felt colby slap my ass, telling you to cum, and that he was right behind me, your walls clenched around him, my breathing hitched with every thrust Colby did, you came all over his cock, as you felt Colby cum inside me.

Colby pulled out, rolling over, asking you. "so how was that,did you like it ?" "yes, that was amazing, but I am tired.", you told him, wanted to go to sleep, but he had picked me up and told me to have to pee so you don't get a infection, after you peed, we had laid down and just cuddled till morning

#colby brock x reader #strawberrytalks .⋆🪼⋆. ⭒#colby brock x y/n

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lurkinglurkerwholurks · 5 months

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If the Sky Comes Falling Down (For You)

First posted: January 25, 2019

Focuses on: Jason Todd and his various siblings

Favorite bookmark: "A variety of permutations and flavors of Robin h/c featuring Jason! The Baskin Robins of BatFam h/c, if you will."

Second favorite bookmark: "and so, step by step, the prodigal stray coaxes himself home."

Tier: #3 in hits & kudos & subscriptions, #4 in comment threads, #2 in bookmarks

This is my “behind the scenes” series where I indulge myself horribly by annotating my fics. Link to the fic itself above. Individual chapter notations below the cuts.

Chapter One

First, to note, the title came last and is from "Hey Brother" by Avicii because it was already on my BatFam playlist and gave me strong sibling feels, so it worked!

Okay if I remember correctly, this fic came about because 1) I had jotted down story ideas, all surrounding Jason, that were all just a bit too similar for me to feel comfortable doing them as one-offs, and 2) it was late 2018 when I start writing so I was deep in 5+1 IronDad fics.

This fic was so deeply indulgent from start to finish, which I think might be why people liked it so much? Like, if you're into the tropes into this fic, you're really into them. It scratches the itch just right, because it's my itch and I wrote it for me.

The plan was to do like I did for my other multi-chapter fics (except Nature and Nurture, RIP me) and write it all out before posting anything, so I could be sure that I would actually finish. I don't have that kind of self-restraint anymore. But it was a fun challenge to figure out what should happen to whom and in what order.

Jason didn’t sleep much anymore. He’d always been a rough sleeper, his years spent in low-security public housing and then on the street grinding away at his ability to rest with ease. He slept lightly, his consciousness skimming just below the surface, ready to spring awake at the softest noise.

As I've said before, sometimes I have an idea for a fic but then, when trying to start it, a sentence pops up immediately as my opener. That's always a wild ride because sometimes it seems to have nothing at all to do with where I want to go, so then I have to backtrack and figure out but why tho????

Moving to the Manor had helped some, after he’d assured himself that no one was going to scratch at his door or steal his shoes. The cold mornings had been the best, spent curled under a mound of the softest blankets imaginable atop a mattress so perfectly contoured to his bones that it’d felt like floating on the surface of a pool. He’d slept, truly slept, at the Manor.

I like the idea of, even at Jason's most toxic and vitriolic, the Manor itself still representing safety and comfort. Maybe sometimes he would twist it into stifling or grossly indulgent, but I think deep in his stomach he would know that distortion was a lie. The Manor was safer than anywhere else, even with his mom.

Those days of rest were long gone. The Pit had done a number on his brain—intensifying and altering his emotions, erasing some old habits and dialing up others, leaving dark chasms where memories should be.

I've seen other fics play with the idea of the trauma of Jason's injuries, death, resurrection, and the Pit all combining to some degree or another to swiss-cheese his brain (a phrase I lovingly borrow from Quantum Leap.) And that of course leaves a bunch of really fun room to play with—how much does Jason know he's missing vs. how much is gone or totally distorted without him even being aware? (Again, another thing I tease out in various fics like N&N.)

It was like someone had jammed a stick in his skull and given his brain a good stir. Or maybe that was just the crowbar. Ha.

I made myself snicker with that one. It's so voiceily Jason but also that ha is so guttural and specific in my head, you all will never know.

He was making progress with his budding criminal empire—splashy progress, as displayed on the crusting cuffs of his sleeves and the splattered toes of his boots, but also more subtle progress, too. The subtle form was harder, so much harder, but he knew its changes would be more permanent, in the long run. Splashy got people talking. Subtle got them bowing.

Jason! Todd! Is! No! Thug! He is smart and cunning and uses violence to make an impact and that's that on that.

And though he’d heard her speak before in the careful neutral of the middle-class, the sounds being beat out of her now were Crime Alley crooked.

I like the idea of Steph and Jason growing up in the same neighborhood. It's not a hill I'd die on, but it makes for some interesting fic.

The girl put up a good fight. She was rough, no finesse, no real training. All knuckles and elbows and feet and knees. He spotted some of the Bat basics pop up in the way she ducked and spun, but she wasn’t lithe like Nightwing or crafty like the Replacement. She was a brawler. And she was losing.

She is who he might have been, without Bruce and Alfred and Dick. A decent fighter, stubborn, willing to brawl it out, but ultimately destined to lose.

It sucked in an abstract way, the way it sucked that someone was going hungry halfway around the world, the way it sucked when a stranger missed his bus. It sucked, but it wasn’t Jason’s problem, and he couldn’t really bring himself to care. B needed to learn to pick up his toys.

Starting with Steph made the most sense to me. She wasn't (and isn't) a member I know super well, with so much of her canon backstory being things I have no interest in, and she's part of the Family but in that awkward "we're maybe siblings but also I have a mom and also I dated one of you too??" ways, so she's got a little bit of distance, for me as a writer and also Jason. She doesn't have the emotional heat of the others. He doesn't hate her, just what she represents. He also doesn't care what happens to her, except—

The knife glinted in the amber streetlight and cast a shadow across the yellow emblem on her chest.

She's not Batman. She's not a Robin. She's Batgirl. And that's a different thing entirely.

Jason knew what they saw when they looked at him. He was big now, broad-shouldered and massive in a way he had only ever dreamed of being as a scrawny, malnourished street kid. His helmet was blood-red and gleaming, its angles sculpted to subtly suggest a skull. And his clothes were still stained with actual blood. He was an Alley myth, a nightmare with more bite than the Bat, because he wasn’t afraid to do real damage. He was death.

Jason Peter Todd is scary smart, and he knows how to make the exact impact he wants.

“I don’t know you, but I know your colors. You’re Ibanescu’s boys.”

I had to google Gotham crime families. I know literally nothing other than the name.

It was one thing to let her get the snot beat out of her. And even if someone else had taken a shot at her, he wouldn’t have minded. But he couldn’t. Not in that suit.

“It’s not about you,” Jason repeated, his voice gravelly and rough. He pointed toward the yellow symbol on her chest, the symbol that, in the world he’d left, the world he remembered, belonged to someone else. “I owe her a debt. And now it’s paid.” Jason was a murderer. A thief. A criminal. A drug lord. He had no illusions as to his own goodness anymore, no hope for redemption or grace. But he had his values, the few precious things that he would not allow. One of those, it seemed, was watch a man restrain and stab a Batgirl while he did nothing.

Someday I'll write more about that. The partner and friend and maybe mentor who was still reeling from trauma and hadn't yet found her way when Jason was snuffed out of existence.

Jason was tired, but the night was just beginning.

So that's where it starts. Jason tired, literally caked with dried blood, stepping in not because of love or hate or curiosity or concern but because he felt he owed a debt to someone else and that debt instead landed on the person in front of him.

#fanfic bts brain dump #fanfic #batfic #batfam #jason todd

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astrowaffle · 6 months

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Wow you guys really seemed to like the steampunk AU, that post got way more attention than I was expecting, so here's some more information and stuff:

-The world is still like a videogame that they got trapped in but now it’s a steampunk adventure-y type game with circus elements

-The adventures are probably a bit different

-They’re probably more like, fantasy adventure video game style things with like puzzles and fighting? Idk I'm not a big gamer I've never actually played any steampunk video games. What are those like?

-Instead of circus tent, there is a big wagon thingy that I'll draw eventually

-there's still not much of a story and I'm not sure If there'll ever be

-I'd also kinda want to make some mini comics for this au but I suck at coming up with ideas :/

Pomni:

-She likes to craft things

-friends with Gangle and Ragatha

-still very anxious but less anxious then normal Pomni?

-has a very logical mind and is good at puzzling things together but also doesn’t do well under pressure and typically panics in stressful moments where these skills might be useful

-She can play the flute because flutes are good, they are the best instrument. (I am totally not biased just because I play the flute in marching band)

-My headcanon for regular Pomni is that she’s less anxious than she initially is in the pilot after getting used to things, like, beyond the anxiety, her actual personality is very cheery and friendly, also very logical, because idk it just fits her somehow? So yea, that headcanon also applies to this au

-but of course she is still an absolute nervous wreck because yes

-How else is she supposed to react in this situation

-also look at those fingerless gloves I want those

-the gears in her eyes turn when she is thinking

Gangle:

-Also likes crafting things

-friends with Pomni, Zooble, and Kinger

-she often borrows sewing needles from Ragatha to sew her comedy mask back together when it’s torn, and also constantly tries to craft new ones

-She really likes her boots

-I don’t blame her those are some nice boots

-Ok wait a minute what if that little wing bow thingy on her head is actually a pen/quill that she can use to write stuff?

-ooooooh yes I like that

Caine:

-✨monocle✨

-He can control the time of day with the clock that’s on his hat

-It’s a lot harder for him to heal injuries in this world, he can’t just instantly fix anything anymore it requires a bit more effort

-I’m doing this because I like when injury and pain and suffering

Bubble: um- idk it’s just bubble but now they’re a robot I guess

Kinger:

-ok but what if he had a collection of mechanical insects? Omg designing mechanical insects would be so fun-

-The clock that he wears is broken but he doesn’t notice. And Time is irrelevant anyways

-damn those gloves are fancy

-they probably feel really silky

-and his robe is also very silky because mmm good texture

Zooble:

-They are a robot now

-also a mechanic/inventor because nobody else is and somebody had to learn how to make new robot parts

-their right arm can go s t r e t c h

-bonds with Gangle over their hatred of Jax

-they’re also kinda protective over her

-I lowkey ship them (this ship is so underrated)

-No but seriously why do see zero art of this ship

- Zoob’s in denial about their feelings and still pretends not to care because they’ve had such a “I don’t give a shit about anything” attitude that suddenly developing feelings for someone has caught them off guard cause they suddenly are giving a shit about something and they don’t know how to handle it, But if Jax does anything to Gangle they will rush in to protect her in a heartbeat and just try to play it off as it just being because they don’t like Jax BUT WE ALL KNOW THE TRUTH ZOOBLE JUST CONFESS ALREADY-

-ok that got way too rambly let's just move on now

Jax:

-MY FAVORITE

-he likes shiny things

-He will collect those shiny things

-He also very fast because look at those LANKY RABBIT LEGS

-I mean technically that’s already cannon, did you see how fast he ran away after seeing abstracted kaufmo? He just z o o m e d outta there

-those keys on the chain are only a small portion of his collection

-his room is definitely full of weird steampunk knick knacks because yes

-He uses them to prank people

-the centipedes he has to scare/annoy Ragatha are mechanical

-I’m so excited to design mechanical centipedes I love bugs so much guys you have no idea I finally have an excuse to draw insects and maybe people will actually care because it’s fandom related now

-He does not like getting wet. At all. (this is also just a general headcanon for him but especially in this au)

-floofy

Ragatha:

-the seams of her fabric are prone to tearing so she always carries a needle and thread to sew herself back together. she's good at sewing

-My main headcannon for normal Ragatha is that her button eye is a parallel to an eye injury she had in real life before joining the circus, but in this AU she probably acquired the injury in this universe.

-she’s good at using tools and weapons but not in like, a mechanic sorta way like Zooble but in a defense sorta way

-like, she’s very kind and caring but also sorta tough and even though her body is good at falling apart, she knows how to use strategy to fight and um wait what would they even be fighting-

-idk I haven’t thought about that yet

-Gloinks?????

-do those exist in this au???

-wait it’s my au why am I asking this

-overall she is very, “tries to help everyone else and seems very tough on the outside but is prone to falling apart both physically and mentally but just gets good at quickly patching it up and ignoring it until it become too much for her to bear”

-pls help her she needs therapy

-they all need therapy

-I’m pretty sure we’ve all established that at this point

-but I’m just making sure you know that it’s still a consistent factor in this au

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foxythesimp · 2 years

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KOKICHI FLUFF ALPHABET!!

(Sorry if the “art” is wonky i am in desperate need of ✨ibispaint X✨ Also I did have to find this from like 50 different blogs (to like get the copy and paste for the Alphabet) so Credit to all of them!)

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about their partner?)

Your Hands. When he holds your hand it assures him your not leaving or going anywhere, it’s also fun to just grab your hand and drag you around.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

I feel like he would want a family. Not like a big big family maybe like a kid or two, but be warned because as soon as these kids are born/adopted he’s molding them to be a mini-him already. Teaching them pranks and probably trying to give them panta which you have to make sure he doesn’t.

C = Cuddle (How do they like to cuddle?)

Kokichi likes to sleep basically on top of you, he’s pretty short and doesn’t weight much so it isn’t that uncomfortable. He likes to have his head on your chest, while the rest of his body is half on top of you and half awkwardly sprawled off of you.

D = Dates (What kind of Dates do you go on?)

Kokichi really loves going in Carnival Dates He loves Going on rides, eating Cotton Candy, drinking Panta, and Playing games with you at the Carnival (Bonus Points if you decide to help him out with a prank or two for Unsuspecting Victims.) But sometimes he just wants to spend time with you alone in your room, cuddling, watching movies, or really anything like that.

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…)

You are my Second in Command!

F = Feelings (When did they know they’re in love?)

When you Offered to Help out with some of his Pranks. That moment when you were laughing alongside him, he could’ve sworn you looked so angelic and his heart fluttered. At that moment he knew he was in love.

G = Gratitude (How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their S/O does for them?)

Oh boy, he is so grateful for you. I mean like- Your his second in Command, His partner in Crime. To say he’s grateful is an understatement.

H = Honesty (Do they have secrets they hide from their S/O?)

Obviously, he’s Kokichi Ouma. No matter how deep you two go into your relationship, there are some secrets he will never spill to you.

I = Impression (First impressions?)

At first, he’d think nothing of you, see you as another target but after a bit he starting thinking your more interesting then you look.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous? How do they deal with it)

oh this boy gets so jealous. Not always, but definitely a lot. When he starts feeling jealous his first attempt to get your attention is to try and pry you away from the person your talking to.

“s/ooo! I’m boredd…Let’s play a game together okay?”

He’d say with his signature grin, only to groan in annoyance when you wave him off, telling him ‘Later, I’m busy’ or something. When he starts to get desperate it’s really Just him fake sobbing and pulling on your arm

“WAAAAAAAAH, S/O DOESNT LOVE ME ANYMORE”

he’d Yell until you give in and pay attention to him.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss you? How do they like to be kissed?)

Around the others (D.I.C.E) he enjoys giving you random pecks throughout the day, just to fluster you, But in Private he’ll wrap his arms around your neck and pull you in for a passionate kiss that he’ll definitely tease you for. It’s mainly just because of how much blush you have but also to draw more attention to your face then his raging red cheeks.

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

he probably says it a few times before, in a joking matter, until one day you seemed particularly down. He pulled you aside to see why his Second in command was acting so strange and when you explained your problems, his toned dropped and his face went serious

“s/o, Yknow I love you right? And I don’t like it when people I love feel bad.” he’d say before immediately going back to his normal tone and smiling. “So why don’t we take the day off, I was getting bored anyways.”

M = Memory (What’s their favorite memory together?)

You weren’t feeling good, and as Kokichi’s Second in Command, Feeling Down is a No-Go. That night you and him stayed up til 3:00 am drinking Panta and playing random games. You were the first to fall asleep, Leaning onto Kokichi as you lightly snored. It’s those little moments Kokichi Cherishes

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

Well Kokichi Certainly isn’t the wealthiest, but he isn’t overly poor either. He’ll probably spoil you with things like snacks or drinks he knows you like.

O = On Cloud Nine (What are they like when they’re in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?)

It’s really hard to tell if Kokichi actually likes you or if he’s just being an obnoxious little shit. He starts to get bolder and teases you a lot more. Nothing terrible, just- like teasing you in the flirtatious way. He also wants to be around you 24/7 like a clingy toddler.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

Second in Command, Partner in Crime, Dear, Babe.

Q = Quaint (What’s their favorite non-modern thing)

I don’t know if this counts but Kokichi really likes going to Arcades, if an Arcade even CROSSES his line of vision, you best believe all of the plans are cancelled and your spending the rest of the day in the arcade with him.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

Rainy days are kinda like Lazy days for him. He’ll probably just host a big movie night for everyone as you all drink random drinks and watch childrens movies. At the end of the night he’s normally cuddled right up at your side.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/S/O up?)

He tries to lighten the mood. Teasing you a little, but if it’s really something bad he’ll bring over his Switch and a four litre bottle of grape Panta and clay down with you while you two play games and drink Panta to clear your mind.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

Pranks and things that fall into that category, that’s excluding you. He doesn’t like taking about you, he LOVES talking about you- or more specifically, bragging about you.

U = Understanding (How well do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?)

Kokichi probably knows you better then you know yourself. It’s almost as if his emotions are in tune with yours. When your uncomfortable in a place, he’s uncomfortable, your getting pissed off, hes getting pissed off, ect.

V = Value (How important is the relationship to them? What is it worth in comparison to other things in their life?)

you are VERY important, and so is your relationship. Sure Kokichi isn’t very open and sure he keeps secrets but it’s all to keep you safe, and partially so you don’t hate him. Of course D.I.C.E still matters, their practically his family! but that doesn’t mean you arnt important!

W = Wedding (When, where, and how do they propose?)

You two would be at a Carnival date. he’d literally force you onto the Ferris wheel, wait til you two are at the top and hold your hands, flashing a small smile as he slips the box into your hands. He watches you open the box, then when you look up, he’s smiling lovingly at you as he says 5 words in probably the most sincere tone you’ve ever heard him.

“S/o will you marry me?”

X = XOXO (How affectionate are they? In public/in private)

he is very adamant on PDA, unless your really uncomfortable with it then he’ll dial it back a few notches. Of course if your not and are also a firm PDA lover, he is all on you, jumping on your back for piggyback rides, kissing your cheeks, holding your hands, hugging you tightly, all of the things you can imagine, he’ll be doing. In private his affection is like dialed up to 1000 because this man will be all over you, your hanging out in your bed, cool but remember that your his personal pillow, oh your eating? Well he wants a kiss, Literally is all over you and he just wants to kiss he living face off of ya!. Kokichi does have intimate moments though! Sometimes he’ll just lay with you, put on a movie and mumble how much he loves you as he lightly peppers your face with kisses.

Y = Yearning (How well do they cope when they’re separated from their S/O?)

Well Kokichi HATES being separated from you, your like- His other half! He can’t survive without you! He ends up complaining a lot to dice and crying for you all the time. When you come back he’s already on top of you and hugging you, saying how you can never leave him again.

Z = Zeal (Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship?)

Kokichi would take a bullet for you, he would protect you with his life and that’s a fact. No if’s, and’s, or but’s. He loves you too much and cannot stand losing you. If you and him get into an argument, he’s already regretting it. if he really hurt you or ends up driving you to tears, he’ll instantly be by your side, apologizing in a joking matter and start kissing your tears away.

AAAAND DONE!! This took me a while and I’m really sorry if there are any grammar mistakes or if this is really shitty- I struggle with motivation a lot, and it’s hard to write digitally because of autocorrect and sometimes words just cross my vision or I misread something and miss the error! Anyways thanks for reading and don’t hesitate to request!!

#kokichi x reader #danganronpa fanfiction #kokichi ouma x reader #kokichi alphabet

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 5 months

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AITA for calling my best friend a slut?

Ok, I know it sounds bad, but please hear me out. The story is more complex than it seems.

My best friend (20F) and I (20F) met in middle school and became inseparable ever since. Back then, I was more extroverted while she was really shy, so I guess I could say I was more "popular" than her? Although I don't like this word. During high school, I started to attract some male attention and even had one or two boyfriends, while she hadn't even had her first kiss yet. I knew that bothered her; she would say it was because I was so much prettier than her, while I knew that wasn't true. She was always beautiful, she just needed to get out of her shell.

And that's what happened in college. We applied for the same university and rented together a small apartment near campus. The dynamics between us really shifted after that: since she was away from her very religious and strict family, she was able to open up and become more confident in her own skin, while I was more focused on my studies, since I have a scholarship and need to always have good grades. That didn't bothered me, tho, I was happy she was having fun and discovering herself.

Then, at the start of this year, she started dating this amazing guy which we will call A (23M). He was very attentive and loving with her, so I was elated she finally found someone who cared so much about her. A was my best friend's first official boyfriend. He had an older brother too, let's call him B (24M) who would go with A to our apartment and we would all hang out together. B and I hit it off immediately; he had an acid sense of humor but managed not to be offensive, and he wasn't bad in the eyes either. I noticed my best friend would send us some weird looks while we were talking sometimes, but I didn't think anything of it.

Things went south when B and I hooked up one day and, when I told my best friend about it, she became furious. She said I was a terrible friend because, apparently, she was in love with B and I should have noticed. I was shocked; I noticed the weird looks but she and A seemed to be happy. I told her that and she said she was very confused and didn't know who she really liked it, but I should end whatever I had with B because the situation was bad enough.

I ended up doing what she said because I didn't want to have any problems with her since she's my best friend and we live together, and also because there wasn't anything serious between B and I. It's not like I was in love, so I wouldn't fight with her because of it.

Months passed. My best friend started to see B behind A's back and was always promising she would break up with A to stay with him, but she never did anything about it. She would also keep teeling me details about her intimate life with B, although I would always ask her to cut it off. She would say: "Why does it bother you? Do you like B?" And when I would say no, she would keep talking about it. She never said anything about her sex life with A, tho.

Then last month A found out about my best friend and B and broke up with her. B was also tired of this situation and ended things with her. Now she's single and the brothers don't talk to each other anymore.

Meanwhile, I started to see this guy from one of my classes which we'll call C (21M). He's also on my best friend's circle, but they're not close. We were good friends and, two months ago, he asked me out on a date, and we've been seeing each other since then. I decided not to tell my best friend about it, because after the whole B situation, I had a bad feeling. Until last month when C and I decided to go official and my best friend found out through her friends in common with C. She went after me, completely furious because, guess what? Exactly. She was in love with C and I was a terrible friend for not noticing.

I asked since when and she said that it was for months now, but she had just broken up with A and B. I told her that and she simply said it was complicated, but I should have known and now I should break up with C. This time, tho, I just laughed it off and said that in no way that would happen again. I gave up on B because it didn't matter, there was just attraction there, but I actually like C. She accused me of stealing her man and, in fear of saying something I would regret, I left home and went to C's. There I told him the whole situation with my friend, including her saying she was in love with him, and asked him if there was any flirtation or if he noticed something. He just laughed and said they never even had an one-to-one conversation before. After cooling off for a while, I decided to go back to my apartment and finish that conversation.

My best friend was waiting for me when I got back and I told her what C had said to me. She got furious that I told him about her being in love with him and accused me of trying to sabotage her. She also said I was jealous of her because I wasn't the prettiest friend anymore and that was why I would go after the boys she liked. She said she was only single because of me. Fed up with the whole situation, I said: "You're not single because of me. You're single because you're a slut." She got really hurt by it and started to cry. We didn't talk anymore during that day and, in the following morning, she announced she would look for another place to stay.

I don't think I'm TA for standing up for myself and not allowing her to spoil my relationship, but I think calling her a slut was out of line. However, I was angry and so tired of that whole situation that I just wanted to hurt her a bit, too.

So, AITA for calling her a slut?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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alienisticxo · 2 years

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Before the Fever

{Master Chief x Reader series - TV based}

{A╱N} Hi there!

I know you guys were used to other kinds of fics from me but I had to give into impulse here with a Halo fic.

I’ve played the games for years, they’re my favorite! But this series, and any future fics I write in this fandom, will be mostly based off of the TV series. I know plenty of people had their opinions about the show, but for what it was, I absolutely loved it.

That being said, this is my first Halo fic ever, and it’s all mostly not canon compliant.. I don’t know every aspect of the lore by heart, but I’ll try to research what I don’t know as I go along to add more to the atmosphere! I appreciate your forgiveness for any mistakes or things that make no sense though, again not canon!

So I guess what I’m trying to say is, this first-person POV/reader insert is purely for fun, take it for what you will if you decide to read it! This is also on AO3, my username is simply “alienistic” ♡

I am still working on my other WIPs, thanks for being patient, but I run through hyperfixations like water so sometimes it takes a little while!

enjoy! ♡

Extra note: I used a little Sanghelli! Because the dictionary I found is kind of limited, I pieced together the word for ‘my’ and the word for ‘love’ to create a pet name. V soft, much sweet.

Chapter One - Thrill of the Chase

“It’s been three days since we’ve had any decent money. I’m hungry,” Astra complained, her blonde hair falling in her face as she dipped her head into her hands.

She looked over at me as she sat back against the wall of the small nook we’d taken cover in, her wide green eyes shining under the twinkling lights that seemed to be everywhere you turned in The Rubble’s streets and alleyways. They seemed to expose your secrets, leaving nothing to hide. The deepened purples and blues of her orbital sockets made her look far more exhausted than usual, and my heart sank in my chest at the sight of her. She wasn’t wrong, and my own stomach growled at the mere mention of being hungry.

The hustle and bustle of people made it easy to hide in plain sight despite the lighting— not that we were in need of any kind of concealment. The Rubble was home to every misfit and ne’er do well-er that happened to mosey into that sector of the galaxy, along with survivors that managed to make it out of Madrigal and other humans who belonged nowhere and to no one. Astra and I were really no different from any of the others. We had to steal what we could, sell it to eat; barter to get what we needed, and, when we had a particularly good streak, what we wanted, too.

“I’m hungry, too,” I sighed, {e/c} eyes drifting downward.

We’d been living off of scraps for years, taking food where we could without pissing off a merchant or a pirate. Life wasn’t easy anywhere anymore, especially when you had the UNSC closing in at every turn to defeat The notorious legend that was ‘The Covenant’ wherever they landed. It was claimed that both parties tended to destroy everything in their wake.

But when Astra and I found each other, it was like kismet. We were both the same age, both orphans, and both completely jaded by the system that seemed to be set in place by a corrupt technocracy. The Rubble was lawless, and we liked it that way. Though when trouble came knocking, we had nothing else to fall back on but each other. She was like a long lost sister to me and I to her, someone that I immediately knew I’d never have to go through life without the moment we spoke. I took solace in the notion, especially after having gone through so many empty, lonely years bouncing from place to place, trying to fill the void in my heart and change the hand I was dealt in life.

Chewing the inside of my cheek, I scanned our surroundings for anything that looked valuable— valuable enough to fetch some money or at least a decent trade. But no matter where I looked, there was nothing to be had. Everyone who passed kept their belongings too close to the chest, and while I was adept at pickpocketing, I could only do so much when everyone else was, too.

Leaning against the wall, my back went rigid as I slid downward to sit beside Astra, eyes still trained on any unsuspecting person or item. Feeling slightly defeated, I rested my head against her shoulder, thinking about where else we could try to find some kind of currency instead. Maybe down a different alley, or in one of the bars… On another asteroid? Sneaking into a party might–

But before I could string my thoughts together, my head instinctively popped back up, my line of sight honing in on what looked like a metal briefcase that swung at someone’s side. I clamored to lean forward as though it would help me get a better look at the object, and almost head-butted Astra in the process of my newfound hope.

“Hey!” She whined, leaning away from me with a confused expression.

But I couldn’t pull my eyes off of the item of interest, my brow furrowing as I continued to shift in my place on the ground to get a better look through the legs of the moving crowd. It wasn’t until the sea of people began to nervously part that I realized just what kind of hand held that intriguing case.

“Holy shit…” Astra drew out, obviously having chased the direction I was looking in on her own, her voice nearly a whisper. “A Spartan… ”

Slowly– very slowly, I let my gaze trail upwards, over the sturdy hand, up the alloy-plated arm, over the broad shoulder, and to the bare face that was exposed to anyone who happened to lay eyes on him. That was something very unheard of in his kind. A clear view was now the only thing to be had as I sat back in my spot, completely still and extremely intimidated.

Taking notice of the dark green, near black alloy that covered every inch of the soldier’s body, I swallowed hard. I’d never seen a Spartan before— not in person, anyway. I’d only heard the stories; been warned of what would happen if they finally had business on Rubble. They were the best of the best, trained and deadly. And there one stood, like nothing, beside a pirate I’d seen in the area quite often, chatting about while curious and fearful eyes kept steady watch as they passed. He held his helmet in his free hand and seemed a little less like the terrifying tales I’d heard as I watched him carry on the conversation— in that moment, he seemed more human than machine, the way they’d painted Spartans out to be.

“Maybe we can ask him for money!” Astra exclaimed in a whisper and tapped my shoulder excitedly, ripping me from my train of thought. “I bet they pay him pretty well!”

I could only shake my head, breathing a soft laugh through my nostrils. The inability to look away from the man that stood towering over everyone else was stirring. I wondered what he was visiting Rubble for, what sat beneath the confines of the large case he held. It could’ve been a stretch, but I knew someone of his caliber was not going to be carrying something of little worth, no matter where he was in the galaxy.

“No.. Whatever he’s holding, it looks important,” I hesitated then, pondering on my decision for just a few seconds longer. “I’m going for it, Astra. This could be what finally changes our lives. Maybe it’s something that’ll be worth everything.. And then we won’t have to live like thieves anymore.”

Her eyes nearly popped out of her head, and I could see her looking over at the armored man and then back to me from my peripheral vision. Still, I sized him up, uselessly, of course. I had no chance against him, and if he caught me I was as good as dead, or at least in a heap of trouble.

“Are you insane? You can’t steal from a Spartan! Do you want to die?” Astra squealed, concern written all over her features.

A real laugh escaped me then. Half of the fun of the steal was the risk; the adrenaline rush you got from the act. If there was any way to get your heart racing, it would’ve been this. And maybe it was a bit more stupid than anything else I’d pulled before, but desperate times did call for desperate measures, and I would’ve been lying if I said I wasn’t looking forward to the challenge just a little.. No matter how it ended up.

With a deep breath, I faced Astra. Glancing back and forth between her eyes and the item of interest still firmly imprisoned in the Spartan’s grip, I held onto her shoulders tightly and spoke concisely.

“If anything happens, don’t come after me. Find a new place to be, eil monerasha. Don’t live like this forever.”

A moment of silence hung between us, and I could almost hear what she was thinking as she held my flickering stare. But in true Astra fashion, her next words were so inexplicably her.

“I think you’re being a little dramatic,” she smiled.

But her jaw was visibly clenched, and I could see the faltering in her expression, hear the worry that laced her voice. She always tried to laugh in the face of danger, but the small heist this time seemed to be pushing it, even for her electric spirit. Spartans were killing machines, human (if that) weapons for the UNSC. One wrong move around any of them, and it was lights out if they saw fit– or so we’d been told.

“Or maybe…” she began again, her own hands moving to grip my biceps.

I kept glancing between the item and her face, still focused on her words just as much as I had been on my thoughts. I knew if I continued to hear her out, she might be able to talk me out of what I was about to do.

“You shouldn’t try it this time,” she continued. “I’m not that hungry, I can probably go another day or two, easy. We’ll find someth–”

“Whatever’s in there must be important. It’s my new mission to find out,” I cut her off, shaking my head, courage coursing through my veins all at once.

I had to take advantage of the sudden bravery and run with it, or I would’ve lost the drive to do it altogether.

The tiny blonde’s lips parted to speak, but before she could manage another word, I cupped her jaw gently, giving her face a soft squeeze before darting off into the alley. In one of my glances, I’d noticed the metal case had been set down beside a young, human girl with black hair. I hadn’t noticed her prior, but assumed she was with the soldier, though he turned his back on her to speak with the pirate in a closer manner.

I wondered what secrets were being told amongst the two as I stopped in the middle of the crowd of moving people, quickly planning my next course of action. In a snap decision, I lunged forward, my feet carrying me toward the prize without my mind having much time to catch up. I held my hand out as I prayed to whatever gods the universe may have contained that I wouldn’t miss the handle that sat ungrasped atop the case. People fell out of my way, being pushed and shoved without my realizing it as I ran. Life simultaneously sped up and slowed down as I felt the handle connect with my fingers, a smile immediately touching my lips at the next step being a success.

My thought immediately after was if I really was stupid enough to think I could outrun a Spartan.

“{Y/N}!” Astra called out behind me, clearly having started to follow me despite my clear instruction. But her voice was already a faded sound that fell into the atmosphere; simply background noise.

“Hey!” I heard a girlish voice cry from who I assumed was the girl who was in charge of the case.

“Stop!” A booming voice followed from behind me as I darted through the crowd, heavy footsteps of each stride he took behind me seeming to shake the ground.

Goosebumps rose on my flesh at the sound, at the danger, at the threat that permeated his voice and presence despite the lack of any actual warning. Pure adrenaline and lack of any other thought filled my mind and body as I pushed myself harder, instinct searching for a way out of the trouble I now found myself in. It was fight or flight, and flight was definitely more predominant once I noticed a motorcycle just ahead, running and ready, its driver still seated.

“Wait!” I screamed, my voice panicked through my labored breathing, hoarse already. “Hey, wait!”

I gripped the handle of the case and sped forward, my heart pounding in my ears the only real sound I could hear. The motorcyclist noticed me first, and then the menacing alloy-covered man behind me. With a look of terror and a quick hand, he revved the engine and began to roll forward, clearly trying to get away from the scene.

“No!” I screamed, before I felt something hard and cold grasp at my back, tugging at my shirt.

I didn’t dare look behind me, I didn’t dare risk a misstep and fall to the mercy of the man chasing me. I’d always been fast, faster than anyone I knew, and I deeply began to hope that my little talent could at least carry me out of this situation -almost- unscathed. My lungs burned, my feet felt as though I was stepping on knives with every footfall. By some kind of miracle unknown to me, I managed to throw myself onto the back of the motorcycle as it sped off. Dust and dirt flew around us, and I suddenly felt sick to my stomach from the rise and fall of the endorphins I’d used up as I gripped onto the stranger in front of me for dear life.

I could barely feel the metal case against my chest, the item being securely held between myself and the back of my new getaway driver.

Trying to quickly take inventory of my limbs, I hoped they were all still there and intact through my moment of overdrive. As I attempted to calm my breathing, I remembered the cold sensation against my shoulder blade just before I reached the vehicle, taking notice then of how raw and sore it felt.

With a faint roll of my shoulders and a glance behind myself, I took slight solace in the fact that I was unable to see the Spartan any longer through the dust cloud that’d been kicked up by the motorcycle. Peeking at my back some, I could only see red streaks and the fabric of my top torn where, I realized all too quickly, his fingers must’ve grabbed me. That’s going to leave a nasty bruise, I thought, deciding I’d get a better look later if I could.

“Where am I going?” The stranger finally posed over the roaring of the engine as we found ourselves in another area entirely.

I hesitated. I couldn't go back to Astra, that much was certain. I couldn’t lead a Spartan back to her– I had to wait for the heat to die down. But it was then that I realized it may never die down. I’d stolen this mystery item in hopes that we could escape the impoverished life we’d been living since we were kids, but now it became all too real that it may have finally been the thing to separate us instead.

If what I knew about the UNSC was any sort of true, I was about to become public enemy number one regardless of what happened. I was lucky enough to outrun a Spartan once– and I wasn’t even sure I outran him so much as he decided to cut the chase short and take harsher measures to find me and the case I’d acquired instead. I held no hope that it would be possible to do it again, or to fight off a team of them when they decided to deploy on the mission of getting back whatever this thing was. Even if I sold it, traded it away, I was sure I would still be on their shit list for lifting it in the first place.

I silently damned myself for my lack of any important thought before jumping into this venture.

“Take me to the nearest airlock,” was all I could say as my mind raced with any idea of just what I was going to do next.

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tiannasfanfic · 2 years

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Love is Colder Than Death

Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader (Angst)

Summary: After a string of failed relationships, your best friend finally confronts you about one that changed you. (Crossposted to AO3)

Rating: General Audiences

A/N: No pronouns used in story (f, m or gn). I wanted to try my hand at some angst and was inspired by a line in the “Unrequited Love” prompt list I reblogged the other day.

C/W: Discussions about breakup and ghosting, emotional hurt for Reader, cigarette smoking, alcohol mention, general talk about sex (no details).

Word Count: 4,012

“Why do you keep focusing so hard on relationships that will never work?”

It was a blunt and very direct question. But your best friend, Terrence, was not a person that has ever been known for his subtlety.

“Why do you always seem ask me that?” you asked, pointing your fork at him. “Every single relationship I’ve had for years now, you ask me that question.”

“Because every relationship you’ve had for years now has been a shitty one,” he retorted, pointing his fork at you in return. “I swear, it’s like you’re not even TRYING to find a halfway decent man anymore. You’re just going out with anyone so long as they have both a pulse and want something more than a one-night stand. I swear, Y/N, you are-“

Terrence continued, but you tuned him out. You already knew what he was saying. He’d said it all to you before. And he was right. You were bouncing from one meaningless relationship to another just so you wouldn’t be lonely. You knew going into each one knowing they wouldn’t last yet did it anyway.

But what else were you supposed to do? None of these guys were the man you really wanted. The man you really wanted; you couldn’t have.

For today’s lunchtime ass chewing, Terrence had brought you to Fennel Fields. That was just the icing on the cake of what was already a shit day. You had been dreading this for days, ever since you got a phone call, not a text, an actual phone call from, Terrence. Terrence never called. He also never offered to come pick you up to take you to lunch AND pay for it unless he had a few things to say. While he always gave you the option of saying yes or no to these luncheons, you could only put him off for so long and you’d learned a long time ago that it was just better to get it over with as soon as possible.

You sighed and started paying attention again.

“-don’t know why you won’t let me try setting you up with someone again,” he was saying. “I’ve got a couple of coworkers I think you’d really like. I don’t know what happened last time with that guy from up here that was so bad, but it had to be just a fluke. You know me, I usually have a good eye for matches, or at least fun times.”

Oh, it was a fluke, all right, just not in the way Terrence thought.

“It wasn’t bad, really,” you shrugged. “It just didn’t work out.”

It was the truth, more or less. And that was as much as people needed to know. Or, at least, that was as much as you were willing to tell anyone.

Six years ago, Terrence had been staying on your couch in the one-bedroom apartment you had at the time. He had started college a bit later in his 20’s after taking a few years off after high school. He had been doing a fairly decent job of working his way through it up until he lost his job due to a fire. It wasn’t too long after that he also lost his apartment. You had given him a place to stay until he got back on his feet so his schooling wouldn’t get interrupted. It was a while before he actually found anything good, but, until then, he ended up waiting tables for over a year at the very same restaurant you were sitting at today.

It had been so long ago that neither of you expected anyone he knew to still be working there. But there was one person still there and, of course, it just so happened to be the one person in the world you would’ve actively paid money not to see.

You and Terrence were seated just a few booths away from the back and you were facing the door to the kitchen. You could easily see people come and go without looking over at the door, it was right in your line of sight. As if summoned by your discussion, the door to the kitchen swung open and Adrian Chase hurried out, a tub for dishes under one arm. You kept your attention on your friend.

As he approached the booth you were seated at, he stumbled slightly. Your heart sped up, but you didn’t look at him, choosing instead to take another bite so it didn’t look like you were just playing with your food. Which is exactly what you had been doing ever since it was brought out. You almost looked up when you saw his pace slow, but he ended up walking right by your booth to start clearing down the one right behind you.

You felt like an idiot. Especially a couple of seconds later when you felt a stinging along your lower lash line, and you realized you were on the verge of crying into your spaghetti. You quickly snapped your attention back to Terrence to get your mind away from that.

“-never could figure out what you see in that guy. John is absolutely no good for you at fucking alllllll.”

“I know,” you said with a frustrated sigh. “Which is why I broke up with him last night and he came by this morning to get the rest of the stuff he had at my place.”

Terrence froze with his fork halfway to his mouth and blinked at you.

“…Bitch, why didn’t you fucking say that when I first brought that douche up? You’d have saved me a tangent!”

You shrugged, listening to the clatter of dishes behind you as Adrian dropped them into the tub. For a second, you thought you heard a stifled chuckle among the clanking glass.

“You were barely letting me get a word in edgewise,” you pointed out, while pointing your fork at him again.

Terrence took his bite and thought it over.

“Fair point,” he said after he swallowed, pointing his fork at you again, too. “So, what’s your plan now?”

You shrugged, not really wanting to say much on the topic while Adrian was still nearby. You doubted if he was listening, but the proximity still made you uncomfortable.

“Come on,” Terrence pressed at your silence. “You’ve got to have some idea.”

“I don’t really need a plan,” you said, shrugging again. “It’s not like we were actually living together. He just had some stuff over there for overnight stays. He didn’t even have a key. His departure isn’t screwing me over financially. The only thing that changes is now I’ll be alone at night again.”

Terrence nodded. “You always were the smart one out of all of us on that shit. You never rush into anything like living together.”

“Never have, never will,” you agreed, your heart hurting for a moment after you said the words.

You both were quiet for a few seconds, each of you taking bites of food. You heard Adrian clearing away silverware and glassware before starting to wipe down the table. The worse part of this though? You could smell his cologne now. It wasn’t very strong, but he was moving around just vigorously enough that it wafted the smell your way. You were sitting just close enough, to get whiffs of it. It filled your stomach with butterflies and also made you feel nauseous. You were hoping he’d be done soon. You didn’t know how much longer you could keep the tears at bay. That fact really made you angry.

Wasn’t five and a half years fucking long enough to be over this shit?

Apparently not.

“Good,” Terrence said firmly, pointing at you again. “Now, you are going to stop dating for a while and you are going to take some time for yourself. Take as much time as you need. Weeks, months, years, whatever. Hell, I’d be fine with years so long as you get your head on straight!”

You couldn’t help but chuckle.

“But, in the meantime, you, my friend, are going to become a dick ho, like me,” Terrence continued. “You don’t need a relationship, but you still need dick. Trust me on this. I’ve been single for years and single life really isn’t that bad. Once you have access to a steady stream of dick that’s always on call and ready to pound the shit out of you at a moment’s notice, you won’t want a boyfriend, or the drama they come with, ever again. I know I certainly don’t.”

There was a loud clatter of dishes at the table behind you that made you both jump. It sounded like Adrian dropped the tub, resulting in a few broken glasses inside. Before you could be tempted to turn around and see what happened, Adrian rushed past carrying the tub back to the kitchen. You didn’t look at him, just sighed in relief that he was gone.

Terrence, however, turned to watch Adrian depart, then turned back to you with a raised brow.

“One of these days,” he said. “You really need to tell me what the fuck happened with you two.”

You shrugged. “Like I said, it just didn’t work out.”

“Horse shit,” Terrence snapped at you. “Nothing about the energy that flew between you two right then said, ‘it just didn’t work out.’ Something happened.”

You shrugged again, going back to playing with your food rather than eating. Terrence didn’t say anything, but you could feel him watching you as you stared down at your plate. You finally heard him sigh with resignation.

“Babes, I’m not trying to pry. Honestly, I’m not,” he said, lowering the volume of his voice as his tone changed from the cocky, sarcastic, overconfident gay man act he put on while out in public to just being Terrence, your best friend through thick and thin for 17 years. “I’m just really worried about you. You haven’t been the same person in years. Not since you were with him.” He gestured over his shoulder with his thumb towards the kitchen door. “And that really fucking worries me since you weren’t together for that long. Just a few months, about seven if I remember right. And it’s been, what? Six years and you still won’t tell me what happened?”

You stared at the table, silent. So, Terrence continued.

“I honestly don’t know if I should drop it like you keep telling me, round up some guys to go fuck his ass up, or what the fuck I’m supposed to do,” he paused to watch you for a few seconds. “It’s obvious he hurt you, and he hurt you bad. I’m just very, very concerned now about the how of it.”

You looked up at him then. Terrence had an expression of concern on his face that you didn’t see very often. This meant he was serious, and you weren’t going to get out of this without some sort of explanation. You were going to have to give him something, whether you wanted to or not.

You sighed.

“I don’t even know where to start,” you finally said after a period of silence.

“Let’s start with the end,” Terrence said. “Why did you guys break up?”

“No fucking clue,” you said instantly, dropping your fork on your plate and settling back in the booth with your arms crossed. “I still ask myself that same damn question sometimes.”

Your best friend blinked several times.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Terrence said, a baffled expression on his face. “Weren’t you there for it? It was your relationship. You should know why it broke, especially with how happy we all thought you two were.”

“It means exactly what it sounds like it means,” you said, with a frustrated tone. This is why you never told anyone. “I literally have no idea why we broke up. And we were happy. Everything was fine. Fucking fantastic even.” You sighed and closed your eyes. “Terrence, we were even talking about moving in together. He had already suggested looking at rings.”

Terrence’s eyes flew wide, his jaw dropped.

“No fucking way,” he said, in awe. “Seriously?”

You nodded.

It was a rare moment for Terrence, but he was actually speechless for a moment. It was a fleeting moment, but it still happened.

“Y/N, you’ve never moved that fast with anyone,” he finally said, slowly. “Like…ever. What gives?”

You shrugged. “Because I wanted to. It felt right. All I’ve ever done when it comes to relationships is follow my gut. For once, my gut told me it was okay to be reckless.”

Again, Terrence stared at you, speechless again. You knew what this all sounded like. You had always been the responsible one. Usually this was the shit him and your other friends were doing, not you. He was right to be shocked because it still shocked you.

“Anyway,” you said, wiping your eyes once more. The watering had stopped, but your lashes were a bit damp. “Doesn’t really matter now. The last time he came over, he acted really weird. Kinda cold, like he was mad, but he wouldn’t talk to me about it. He didn’t stay the night either, which was also weird. He just said it was because he had something he needed to do. He left, then he just stopped talking to me.”

Terrence blinked a few times. “What do you mean?”

“After he left my apartment that night,” you said, a knot in your throat. “He basically never spoke to me again.”

Terrence was staring at you. “He fucking ghosted you?”

You nodded. “He started leaving me on read that night. After about a week, I finally sent him a message asking him if we were broken up. A few minutes later, he texted back with a yes. I replied with, ‘okay.’ And that was it. I haven’t spoken to him since.”

Terrence looked like he wanted to cry.

“Oh honey…”

No, now you remembered. THIS was why you hadn’t told anyone before. The stupid sympathy you knew you would get. While you were fine with normal breakup sympathy, this was a different kind of sympathy you didn’t want. Especially from the people who knew you really well, like Terrence. They understood what this meant and the impact of all of this as much as you did. But at least you didn’t actually have to say the words “I finally fell in love and now I'm broken inside.” At least that part, more than anything else, was easily understood.

“Don’t do that ‘oh honey’ shit with me, you know I hate that” you said, a little harsher than you meant to then sighed. “Sorry, but this is why I didn’t want to talk about it. I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not,” Terrence pointed out.

“No, I’m not,” you agreed, feeling anxiety start to clutch your throat in its iron grip. “But there ain’t a damn thing I can do about it. I love him, he doesn’t love me, and I can’t seem to get the fuck over it. I don’t know why I can’t, I just fucking can’t. Now, can we please get out of here and go somewhere else if you’re going to insist on continuing this conversation?”

Terrence could see your panic attack rising up and now it was right under the surface of your calm facade. He nodded, taking his keys out of his pocket, and sliding them to you.

“Go wait in the car,” he said. “I’ll get everything squared away here. You want a to-go container for your food?”

Shaking your head, you grabbed the keys off the table and stood up.

“Nah, you can have it if you want it though,” you said, then headed for the car.

While you got in the passenger seat like normal, you went ahead and started the car to get the AC and radio on. It was in the middle of lunch rush, the restaurant was packed and shorthanded, so it might take Terrence awhile to get out of there. Fortunately, he had left his cigarettes in the car, so you rolled your window down and helped yourself to one. You didn’t smoke and never had, but you did have one occasionally to calm your nerves. This was your first cigarette in months. It wasn’t the healthiest way to deal with your occasional panic attacks, but oh well.

Within a few minutes, the music on the radio and the cold menthol burn in your throat had calmed you down. You even found your mood turn good as one of your favorite songs from childhood came on. Turning up the radio so you could hear every beat of the 80’s pop song, you quietly sang along just under the volume of the music.

This was why you didn’t hear it when someone tried to get your attention until they had to practically scream at you through the window.

“Hey Y/N!”

Jumping in surprise, you dropped the lit cigarette into your lap. This resulted in a few frantic seconds of trying to grab it before it burned your clothing while also trying not to burn yourself, only for you to drop it to the floorboard and have to repeat the process all over again. Finally, you got ahold of the filter end and chucked it out the window in aggravation. The person standing outside barely managed to get out of the way of the cigarette as it went flying.

You leaned forward and turned the radio down before looking out your window to see who yelled for you. Then you froze. You felt sick to your stomach. While he was standing upright and you were eye level with his hips, you would recognize that jacket/Fennel Fields uniform combo anywhere.

Adrian stood there for a second, then bent back down to look into the car. Your gaze met his and your heart nearly stopped.

He was just as gorgeous to you now as he was back then. It didn’t look like he had aged much in all this time. he even still wore the same style of glasses and had his hair styled the same. But you could tell he was filling out his work uniform a bit differently these days. The baggy clothing might hide his muscle tone from your average person, but not from you, someone who once had intimate knowledge of the body underneath it. You could see the difference in how his uniform fit him before and how it fit now, even if no one else could.

It definitely was not a bad look for him, but you pushed that thought away.

Adrian seemed nervous.

“Hi,” he finally said.

“Hi,” you replied.

It was quiet after that. You waited for him to speak, but he didn’t. He just stared at you like he was suddenly questioning all of his life choices.

“Did you need something?” you finally asked.

Adrian shook his head slowly. You saw him swallow heavily, then he finally spoke.

“I just wanted to see if you were okay,” he said, a bit if hesitation in his voice. “I was leaving and saw you smoking. You only smoke when you’re freaked out or upset.”

You blinked, your stomach clenching harder. He still remembered, even after all these years.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” you said, keeping your voice steady. Panic was taking ahold of your throat again, but you kept it at bay. “It’s just been a bad couple of days.”

“I heard you talking about that,” Adrian said, nodding, but then quickly stopped and added. “Not that I was eavesdropping, I wasn’t, I swear. I just overheard you by accident while I was working. I wasn’t trying to listen in on your conversation or anything. Why would I? That would be a completely insane thing to do. So, no, I wasn’t eavesdropping.”

Adrian’s face had turned red. You forgot how cute it was when he accidentally tattled on himself like that. You bit down on the side of your tongue to keep from smiling.

“It sucks, but that’s life,” you said, shrugging. “What can ya do, ya know?”

He nodded in agreement. Your phone vibrated in your pocket, so you fished it out to look at it. Terrence was just letting you know he was waiting to get his card back and would be out soon.

You set your phone in your lap then looked back out your window. You half hoped Adrian wouldn’t still be there when you turned back, but he was. Rather than looking at you though, he was staring at the ground, brow furrowed.

“What about you?” you asked him.

“Hmm?” he said, your words snapping him out of his thoughts, his gaze swiveling back to you.

“You look disturbed,” you said. “Or like you want to say something.”

Adrian started to shake his head, then stopped, sighed, and looked at you.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “From before. For being an asshole before, I mean. You didn’t deserve that. You deserved better than that. I should’ve just told you, I was just so fucking sca-“

Adrian’s mouth clamped shut and he turned an even brighter shade of red.

“I’m sorry,” he said again after an extended period of silence.

This time, Adrian left his apology at that.

You stared at him, your emotions shutting down to get you through the rest of this. You prayed Terrence would hurry up.

“Thank you,” you managed to say, then looked down at your lap.

Neither of you said anything else. You didn’t look at him again, instead choosing to start messing with the strand of beads Terrence had wrapped around the stick shift.

“I should go. I gotta get to my other job,” he finally said. “See you around. I guess.”

“See you,” you said, not looking up.

You heard him start walking away, only looking up when you were sure he wouldn’t be looking. You saw him getting into his Sebring. He had just gotten it when you met him, so it wasn’t a surprise to see he still had it.

Quickly looking away before he could catch you, you turned the radio back up. You hesitated for a second then grabbed another cigarette. Terrence opened the driver’s side door at that moment and got in.

“I’d ask how that went,” he said, watching your hands shake as you lit it. “But I think I already know the answer.”

You took a long drag off the cigarette. “Has he left yet?”

Terrence looked over towards where the Sebring had been parked.

“Yeah, he’s long gone,” he said, then reached over, taking your free hand in his and squeezing it. “Liquor store then my place?”

You nodded.

He nodded, letting go of your hand to put on his seat belt and start driving.

As your emotions crept back in and what Adrian said sank in, you felt the desire to scream start to rise in your throat. You swallowed it down for the moment, but that did stop the tears from welling up in your eyes. You hastily wiped them away with the back of your hand.

This was as close to closure as you were ever going to get. You knew that. While you still had no idea why it happened, or what happened even, at least you knew that he meant his apology. Adrian still couldn’t lie worth a damn. This was proven when he tried to lie about eavesdropping. It wasn’t much, at all, but at least it was something.

It also reopened all those old wounds you’d tried to convince yourself were just scars now. They weren’t healed at all, as it turns out. You’d never given them the proper chance to, really. They were still just scabbed over.

Once you were done with your cigarette, you leaned against the door with your elbow, covered your eyes with one hand, and finally let six years’ worth of tears fall.

There was no sign of them stopping anytime soon.

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deathfavor · 9 months

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@raytm said: ❛ gun . wield a gun at my muse . kisaki to hanma c:

loud & deafening silence

Years came and went, and one would think that it would make someone used to Hanma's antics. But Hanma was Hanma through and through. Somehow he always found a new way to push limits and test matters. If anything, perhaps it only had become more shocking and outrageous because of how how Kisaki had climbed and yet it never seemed to phase Hanma or his plans.

" Oh? " Hanma's disinterested stare suddenly brightens and sharpens as he watches the gun lift to point at his face. He lifts his hand to pull off the glasses - more for the stuffy presentation shit that Kisaki likes than for any real use - and it instantly draws a more dangerous look to him as he breaks into a sharp grin. " Did I scare you? Not expecting anyone waiting for you ? " He giggles, knowing damn well he makes for a terrifying sight to come by surprise. Much less in dark halls of a building late at night. ( Kisaki only had himself to blame for working so late as far as Hanma was concerned. )

" Ki-sa-ki ~ " Hanma leans closer to the gun, unfazed by the danger. It's fun to push at his buttons even now. And if he does pull the trigger? Well, it won't be Hanma's problem anymore so who cared. " You are really all stressed out from that meeting earlier huh? " C'mon play Kisaki. He was so fucking bored these days. Mischief swims in his eyes as he examines the barrel of the gun for a moment like he's considering doing something less than proper just to incite a reaction. You could put Hanma in a fancy suit, but Hanma was still Hanma at the end of the day.

" Need some help relaxing ? " He asks, and offers a false look of obedience. " You know I'm always right beside you , boss ~ Always here to help. " As if he wasn't causing some of the sources of stress at times. " You can keep the gun, makes things exciting. " He winks - and then laughs. And it feels so good because he's been stuck doing boring as shit jobs lately while Kisaki's been doing boring meetings. But with Kisaki back around it feels like he's alive and breathing again.

#raytm #FHDFJHG HE CHOSE MENACE #as if there was ever any other choice #god they are SUCH a pair #᛭ — [IC] death follows in the wake of the reaper [SHUJI HANMA]

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thomasxsides · 1 year

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Resolve

Fandom: Sanders Sides Ship: M/M, Lomas (C!Thomas x Logan) Words: 2201 Rating: E for Everyone Warnings: Wine is mentioned Tags: angst, fluff, angst-to-fluff, fix-it fic, post-WTIT, first kiss Characters: Logan Sanders, C!Thomas Sanders, Nico Flores, cameo appearances by Virgil, Roman, Patton, and Janus

A/N: Started on this fic FOUR FUCKING MONTHS after WTIT and it took me a total of FOURTEEN to finish it. Abhorrent. Anyway. It’s done now. I’d also like to note that while I personally do not like Nico, I have no issue with other people liking him and my dislike for him and the Nicomas/Karrot Kings ship has NOTHING to do with my enjoyment of Thomas X Sides. I do not accuse Nico of “getting in the way” or “ruining my ships” or anything of the sort. I know that no Sides-inclusive ships will ever become canon nor would I ever want them to be. I simply ship them for fun. My issue with Nicomas stems from the fact that it seems forced and rushed (by the characters, not the writers. I think Thomas and his staff are doing phenomenally) and it seems like Nico is not good for Thomas. That’s just a personal opinion that again, I do not push onto anyone else nor does my dislike for Nico extend to his actor. Thank you.

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The door clicked shut, and just like that, Thomas was gone. Obviously, that wasn’t going to last long- the separation- because the Sides went with him wherever he went, but it certainly didn’t take the sting away from being left standing alone in the messy apartment. They’d just started to make progress, too. Taking a deep breath and hiding away his feelings as usual, Logan hugged his notebook to his chest and went with the others, following Thomas to his impromptu date with Nico.

Logan couldn’t understand what was so special about Nico. A nerd who wore glasses? That didn’t make him unique. Logan was a nerd who wore glasses. So what? Why did Thomas listen to him? Why did Thomas drop everything and run to him? Though he stood mostly surrounded by the others as they watched over Thomas, Logan felt alone. The feeling in his chest was like a gaping dark hole composed of feelings he wasn’t taking the time to identify and making it hard to breathe. He couldn’t remember having felt so vacant before. It hurt in ways he’d never experienced. Thomas was enjoying himself with Nico. It was nice standing there and admiring art with him after so much worrying and anxiety over what the status of their relationship was. The fresh air felt nice, filling his lungs and clearing his mind. He needed this. Everything else could wait. He could feel Roman absolutely gushing over this moment and it just seemed perfect. Though as he listened to Nico eagerly infodump and read off information about the artworks before them, he felt a strange nagging sensation. It was so familiar. He glanced at Nico and back at the art and his smile faded into a sort of troubled expression. Suddenly, it felt weird when someone other than Logan was eagerly spilling loads of info about a subject. That was new. What on earth-? “Thomas? Are you okay?” “Hm?” Thomas snapped out of his own thoughts for the moment and looked at Nico. He put his smile back in place. “Yeah, sorry. Just got distracted for a second. It’s been… a weird day. Uh! Up til now, I mean!” But as Nico continued on and Thomas followed, his heart wasn’t in it. He’d been really horrible to Logan, hadn’t he? Logan had been so patient and helpful… and he just ran off. God, what Logan must think of him. “What? No! No no no no no! This is all wrong,” Roman wailed, immediately distressed. “He’s not happy anymore! He’s not… he’s not blossoming and shining! It’s like a storm cloud just moved in over the picnic, blocking out the sunlight. And out of nowhere!” He rounded on Virgil. “What did you do?!” Virgil, looking panicked immediately, defended himself. “Me? Nothing! The fuck? I was just as eager about this as you! I’m not in charge of his sadness or whatever! Maybe,” he spat, gesturing at Patton, “you should ask The Great Protector whether he even had permission to change his mood!” Patton looked wounded by that remark. “No! I… I mean yes! Of course Thomas can change his—! I—! I didn’t do this. And… and he doesn’t need my permission to change feelings or—!”

“Oh yes, everything is going marvelously. Don’t worry. Thomas is fine. It’s fleeting,” Janus offered from his position in the tree. “He’s definitely not mentally checking out of the date and things will continue swimmingly, I assure you.” He shifted his eyes from the group and gave Logan a look that the logical Side couldn’t quite comprehend. The date did, in fact, carry on some moments longer, but not as swimmingly as Janus put it. Thomas was rather distant and melancholy. Not on purpose, of course, but Nico took notice and it’s not very fun being on a date with someone who isn’t present. “Hey, Thomas. Why don’t you head back home, okay? I’m sorry. It’s not on you. You just look really bothered by something. We can pick up on another day, when you’re feeling better,” Nico offered.

Thomas gave a sad, silent nod in agreement. That maybe was for the best, because his heart was definitely somewhere else at the moment, even if he didn’t quite know where. He sighed as he and Nico returned to their parked cars and they parted ways.

Nico called out, “Text me if you need anything!” And he drove off with a friendly wave.

Returning the wave with a sad smile, Thomas sighed yet again and sat in his car for a moment, feeling his heart slowly sink into his stomach like it was made of concrete. Eventually, he did get the frame of mind and focus to drive home.

Home felt all wrong at the very moment Thomas returned over the threshold. He felt such a pit in his stomach that he was nearly sick. His heart felt so weighed down and sluggish that it was a miracle he didn’t just curl into a ball on the kitchen floor. He poured himself a generous glass of wine and picked up where he left off, cleaning the kitchen. He chipped away at the mountain of dishes between pensive sips of merlot.

“Well, we’re a little behind schedule, but— when I say ‘little’, please note that in this instance it’s a purposely reductive exaggeration.” Logan adjusted his glasses as he reviewed his notebook. “Anyhow, we should still be able to complete the kitchen and living room tasks this evening. We may have to move laundry to tomorrow as we can’t have you skipping dinner. Then we—“ He looked up from his notebook. “Oh. Thomas… you’re crying.”

Thomas wiped his eyes and sniffed. He cleared his throat before answering. “Maybe a little.”

“Are you making a purposeful reductive exaggeration?”

“…”

Logan nodded. “Fair enough. Would you like me to retrieve Patton? Or perhaps Roma—“

“No! God, no, Logan. Please. I can handle a few tears. Wouldn’t be the first time. I can’t deal with how disappointed in me Roman must be right now.”

“I understand. I’d love to reassure you, but I do not know what anyone is feeling at any moment, let alone anything Roman may feel at this moment.” Logan materialized a handkerchief from the pocket of his jeans and handed it to Thomas, who gratefully used it to wipe his eyes and nose.

“I can’t expect you to, Logan. It’s not your job.”

“Hmm. Well, I do believe now would be a good time for a brief recess. We can sit on the couch while you gather yourself a bit.”

Thomas didn’t want to argue as he didn’t feel like doing dishes anyway. He picked up his wine glass and shuffled into the living room, making himself comfortable on the leather sofa and watching as Logan sat at the opposite end.

Logan cleared his throat softly. “Would it be alright if I asked you what has caused you to cry? I was under the impression things with Nico were going well and even after things went less than optimally today, it seems he wants to see you again.”

Thomas felt his heart twist and he hesitated for a good while before correcting Logan. “It’s not Nico…”

“It… it isn’t? Then wh—“

“It’s you. Or rather… it’s me. I’m sorry, Logan. I… really let you down today and I… god, I feel awful about it.”

Logan blinked, surprised and doing his best to process this unexpected information, but he listened attentively and didn’t interrupt.

“You don’t ask for much. Truly, you don’t. You just want to be listened to. And for good reason. And I… I was so quick to leave you behind. To ignore you and… choose my heart. I… geez, I haven’t even known Nico very long and I’m neglecting important work… neglecting taking care of myself and my things and my surroundings… just for even a crumb of his attention.” Thomas gestures to the messy apartment at large. “Because I have this… need to be loved. In ways that… family and friends just… can’t fill alone. I know you don’t understand, but I want to fall in love again. It’s been a while and I’m ready. I want to dance… to be held… to open my heart. And I was hoping Nico could come with all of that.”

Logan took in all of Thomas’ words carefully and turned each one over in his brain until he was sure he understood it all. “I want to start by saying I forgive you. I know I’m not the only one with a job to do. And you’ve always been such a whimsical romantic that I’m not surprised. But I understand, perhaps more than you suspect, the desire to be loved. We, your Sides, Thomas, have just as complex of emotions as you. And we experience them in different ways and at different intensity levels from each other.”

“Mhmm. Well, you did used to smile a lot more. I wish you still did.”

Logan looked down, as if ashamed. “Yes, well. I have less reason to smile these days.”

Thomas felt his heart break for the logical side. “I’d do anything to get you to smile the way you used to.”

Deep inside of Logan’s chest he felt the flutter of a neglected heart. “If I come up with anything, I’ll let you know immediately.”

Thomas nodded and inhaled deeply. “Can I kiss you?”

Error 404: Logan not found. Sanders_Side_Logic.exe has stopped running. “What?”

“Sorry, sorry. May I kiss you?”

“You… want—?”

“…to kiss you. Yes, Logan.”

What does he say to that? He’d be an idiot to decline. But then what happens after? And what about Nico? Oh no, Thomas is looking at him expectantly with those soft, brown eyes and perfect pink lips. He needs to answer. “You… you may. Yes. Please, in fact.”

Thomas moved closer, sitting closer to Logan instead of three feet away on the opposite end of the sofa. He leaned in slowly, but instead of feeling lips against his own, he felt a firm hand on his chest stopping him. He gave Logan a puzzled look.

“I’m sorry. You still have my consent. It’s just… I have to ask. What about Nico?”

Sighing softly, Thomas backed up just a little. “Well… what about him? He’s not my boyfriend. I met him in a mall and we went on one… well, one-half… date. I— he reminds me so much of you, Logan. As I was listening to him talk at the art installation… it just made me think of you. And that’s when I realized I’d made a huge mistake. I felt so immediately awful for the way I left things. And… it made me realize that I was chasing something- someone- I already had.”

Logan took a deep breath and played Thomas’ words through his head again carefully. “I believe that you’re implying you have romantic feelings towards me. How could you have been sure that I would return your feelings?”

“I wasn’t. I mean… I hoped, but I wasn’t sure. I took a big risk asking if I could kiss you. But since you said yes, I… assume you… do…?”

Nodding, Logan assured him, “Yes. I very much do. What would you have done if I didn’t?”

“Well, I don’t like to think about that, but I would have given you your space. And after a little time to recover, stuck with the next best thing.”

“And I assume Nico…?”

“Nico would be the next best thing, yes. I like dorky guys who wear glasses and speak at length about things they know a lot about.”

The softest trace of a smile crossed Logan’s lips. “Dorky is rather debatable.”

Thomas laughed softly. “Sure. Let’s debate it another time. I would still like to kiss you.”

It was Logan’s turn to move in closer, his knee bumping Thomas’ thigh as he sat at an angle to face Thomas.

There was no way to know who reached for the other first, but they seemed to fit in place like a two-piece puzzle or a pair of Lego bricks. Logan’s left hand gently cupped Thomas’ cheek as his right hand settled on Thomas’ waist. Thomas lightly combed his fingers through Logan’s hair until his left hand came to rest on the back of Logan’s head, his right hand laying against Logan’s chest.

They moved in together as if this was a well-rehearsed dance and not a gay couple’s first kiss. Only when their lips finally collided did Thomas realize he’d been holding his breath as it caused him to inhale softly. It was warm, soft, and sincere, making it perfect in every way, and even better than Thomas had ever pictured. The feeling of Logan’s uptempo heartbeat under his hand was the only thing reassuring him this was real and not just another dream or fantasy.

Logan’s mind quietened and he melted into a world where there were no schedules, no Sides, no Nico, and no expectations… only himself and Thomas. And love. Oh, what an abundance of love.

As they parted ways, Logan felt a bright expression on his own face that hadn’t been at home there in quite a while.

Thomas looked at him and his eyes began to water. “There’s that smile I’ve missed so much.”

#thomas x sides #thomasxsides #lomas #thomgan #thomgic #logan sanders #c!thomas #c!thomas sanders #character thomas #character!thomas #character!thomas sanders #character thomas sanders #fluff #first kiss #sanders sides #sanders sides fanfiction

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neneeeen · 10 days

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Baysangur😍

I was walking to work stressed. My long hair falling down my back. I had missed the buss and had to walk. My work was a nurse in a fighting club. I was like a little sister to most of them and to others just a normal nurse.

I was wearing my grey loose sweatpants and a matching grey hoodie with a white shirt underneath. Out of no where I hear a honk. I turn to the side and see baysangur there. I usually called him Baki though. He motions for me to come inside his car. It’s a bmw m4 matte black with tinted windows. I walk to the passenger side and open the door.

“Thank you Baki. The weather is so bad”

I said trying to hide the nervous feeling I get around him. Somehow someway this man made me sooo nervous and flustered. His eyes are always so intense.

“Yeah I know. Why are you walking don’t you usually take the buss?”

My mouth opens slightly. Did he know I took the buss? Basically no one knows that.

“Oh yeah I missed it though”

The way his muscles and veins move in such detail as he turns the steering wheel. He does it with one hand as the other one is connecting the Bluetooth.

“Typical you to miss things”

His accent kicking through. He was teasing me for the time I missed an entire wound on his shoulder. I was busy so I didn’t notice. And he still makes fun of me til this day.

“That was one time!”

I said slapping his arm accidentally lingering for a bit. Clearing my throat as I pulled it back.

Baki parks at the membership parking lot. It was quiet between us. I’ve helped Baki a lot with injuries but I’ve never really known him like that. He seems like nice guy though, and somehow I always end up meeting him when I’m out with my friends.

“Thanks for the ride”

I said smiling towards him. He smiles back kindly and says that it was no problem. We both walk together into the club and go out separate ways.

I was talking Tyler a well known guy at the gym when i felt a pair of eyes on me. I look around trying to find the source but fail. Oh well. Probably nothing.

I fucking hated Tyler. He thinks he can talk to my girl? He’s a pathetic creep. And I’ll make sure he won’t be talking to her anytime again. I mean I wouldn’t call myself a creep. I only check up on her from time to time. Maybe some light shadowing nothing else. It’s not that bad right?

I hug Tyler goodbye and go into the locker room. I was one out of six girls so I had the entire locker too myself. God it felt good. I hear a creek and stop moving. Who and what was that?

“Hello?”

I get no answer back decide it probably nothing and keep changing clothes. I change into short leggings that fit my ass perfectly and a tight zip up long sleeve. I turn around and catch a shirtless Baki standing there. Sweat dripping off his body. Oh. My. God.

“W-what are you doing here?”

I ask looking around feeling a blush creep up my cheeks as I couldn’t stop looking at his big biceps and chest.

“You know Tyler is a well known creep here right? I don’t think you should be talking to him anymore.”

He said, not even answering my question. His voice alarmingly aggressive. Though it turned me on I gulped. I didn’t have anything to say as we held eye contact. His eyes roaming my body shamelessly.

“Thanks for…warning me I guess?”

I said. I liked seeing him jealous. He took two steps and closed the distance between us. Leaning in to whisper in my ear.

“I don’t think it would end good if you don’t take my advice.”

I felt shivers down my spine as I was quiet. He stood back up tall again and walked out as if nothing. I released a breath I didn’t knew I was holding as he left. My heart beating a thousand miles per hour.

A few days later

Two people in our club won the championship so we all went to a well known club like restaurant. Of course one of the fighters had to be Baki. The most talented guy here. I was wearing a tight dress that fit right over my ass. Was it to make Baki jealous in hopes that he takes action? Yes. I’m on the dance floor dancing with one of the other girls in the club when Tyler come up to me. He invites me for a dance and I say yes knowing Baki is watching from somewhere. I look over Tyler’s shoulder as we dance and see him.

God he looked good. Wearing a black button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up his big forearms. We stared at each other and I saw the little anger swirling in his eyes. His fingers twitching. Plan succeeded. He stands up and walk through the crowd of people all while looking into my eyes. Baki grabs ahold of Tyler’s shoulder and kind of rips him off me making me yelp.

He says something in Russian before grabbing my waist and arm. Pulling me into him whilst he walked towards the bathrooms

“Let go of me! I was actually dancing if you couldn’t see that”

I whine rolling my eyes to flare his temper even more. He grabs my throat lightly as he pressed me against the wall.

“What did I tell you? Hmm?”

He says. His face right in front of mine.

“I can talk to whoever I want to!”

He squeezed my waist and said my name as a warning.

“I won’t hesitate to bend you over that sink and make you watch in the mirror as I fuck you.”

My breathing gets heavy at the thought of him doing it as I feel his chest press against mine. I make the mistake of looking down and seeing a tent in his pants making a little whine fall out of my mouth as I imagined he was good at using it.

“Then do it”

I challenged. I didn’t have time to react before he manhandled me infront of him and bent me over. Humming in approval at the sight of me bent over for him.

“Wore this dress all f’me tonight? Making you look slutty just to get fucked by me?”

He asks playing and teasing with the straps of them as he slowly puts them to the side making my breast fall out. He groans at the sight as he lifts my dress up. Pushing my panties to the side as he smirks at the sight of my wet cunt.

“Answer me”

He said. His voice demanding as he spanks my naked ass.

“Yes! Yes all for you”

I begged. I was tired of all the tension between us. I needed him. I wanted him.

“Good little slut” He said, kissing the nape of my neck. Collecting my hair in his fist and tugging it making my back arch. I hear the zip of pants and then one of his hands on my body disappeared.

“Baki” I beg. I needed him to hurry up I was desperate. The only warning I got was a quick hiss as he pushed his tip inside me. I let out a moan as he slowly pushed more and more inside me. Wanting me to feel every vein on his dick and feel every inch inside me.

I moaned as he filled me to the hilt.

“You think Tyler can do better than this?” He asked breathless while tugging my hair back and watching my face in the mirror. My eyebrows furrowed and my mouth opened with my breast spilled out the dress.

“N-no” I stuttered out as he started moving back and forth. He started a ruthless pace making my moans uncontrollable. The lewd sound of me moaning his name and his groaning as he kept fucking me.

“Such a slut f’me” He spanks me and the pleasure becomes to much. I feel a bundle of pleasure start to build in my lower stomach

“I-I’m going to-“

I don’t have time to finish my sentence before I climax. He groans as I clench around his dick and pulls out. My legs shaking as both of us are panting. He looks at me through the mirror and I can see his eyes roaming my body once more. A blush on my cheek and drool about to fall from the side of my mouth.

He grabs some paper and cleans me up and helps my fix my look as he fixes the way my dress fit me.

“I don’t want you talking to him again. If you want to get fucked. Just say that.”

He said, grabbing my hand and leaving the bathroom as we sat down with the rest of the team. Using the excuse that I felt like throwing up and he was there to help me.

#baysangur #fanfic #Baki baysangur #x reader #ufc #y’all I’m sorry

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petalsxfallen · 5 months

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Despite her loudly declared dislike of Christmas, Petal had once again joined the Smith family for the holiday. This time it wasn't as unexpected as the previous year, since everyone had been suspecting that she would have been their guest once again, but no one mentioned it.

No need to get on her bad side by pointing out how she seemed to enjoy the festivity deep down.

Summer and Morty had been prepared this year. They had gotten their present for her a couple of weeks in advance, which meant that they also had the time to wrap them properly.

Summer was the first to approach the Gem, dropping a purple package in her lap. There was no thread or ribbon, nothing that could suggest a connection to Christmas. Inside, there was a black T-shirt, slightly ripped on the sides and under the collar, punk style, sporting a bright pink inscription that spelled "Queen Bitch".

"Merry random day of the year," the redhead exclaimed with a giggle, clinking her beer can against Petal's, before working away to leave room to his brother, so that he too could drop off his presents.

"Uh, I-I'm not making a big deal about it, j-just I wanted to get you a present. 'C-Cause I felt like to," Morty rushed to say, very well aware that, by wording it in that way, he was definitely putting the accent on that specific occasion, but he still hoped that the pearl wouldn't call him out on it. "S-So, uh, happy...un-Christmas?"

His gift was wrapped in emerald green paper and was bigger than Summer. Under the paper, there was a cardboard box, filled with accessories for Midnight. A new bowl, some high quality dry and wet food and a few interactive toys. He knew that the Gem had never bought her feline companion anything, so he had figured that he could do it for her.

The last to approach her was Rick. The scientist dropped down next to her on the couch, wordlessly passing her a fresh can of beer, before taking a swing from his own. His free hand slipped underneath his lab coat and he pulled out two tickets written in an obscure alien language.

"I-If you wanna bail this boring shit after dinner, w-we could go and have a look at this," he offered with a shrug. It was a place he had meant to check out for a while, but he had preferred waiting to have company. It seemed the kind of thing that could be more fun with a friend.

"I-It's like a super kinky sex dungeon, b-but you can choose between sex and violence for every room you pick. P-Plenty of options. I-I know a guy who's been there, s-someone who's not easy to impress, an-and he fuckin' loved it. T-Totally worth a try, if you ask me."

@countlessrealities

Though petal would never voice it outloud she had looked forward to this celebration. Deep down her hatred for christmas came out of jealousy. Others being able to spend the holiday surrounded by others that cared about them. It took awhile for petal to accept but now she knew. She wasn't alone anymore.

Meeting the smiths had been the best thing that ever happened to her. Sure she wouldn't voice that exactly but at this point she had made her feelings known. Either by doing countless favors for the three of them or saving their asses on more than one occasion. Not to mention all the fun adventures she'd taken them on.

Petal was more than appreciative of the gift summer decided to give her. A grin stretching across her face once she ripped apart the paper. Laying her sights on the shirt in question. "Killer." She replied as she gazed admiringly at the ripped garment. "Totally fits with my style. Thanks summer." She replied before taking it and placing it in her pocket dimension for safe keeping.

"Yeah sure whatever you say morty." She responded with an eyeroll but it was clear from her more relaxed expression that she wasn't teasing him too much. A warm smile graced her features once she opened his present. "Oh nice! Midnight is gonna love this." Right on cue she reached into her gem. Pulling out the cat from her pocket dimension.

A lot of the time she just had the cat chilling in there. That way the petals inside her gem could take care of him. Plus it offered him more warmth and comfort than the cave they'd lived in for the longest time. She had only started looking for apartments now since she kinda had a new lease on life after having her memories wiped for all those months.

"Here you go little buddy. Look what morty got you." With that she just placed him in the box to chill alongside his new toys and various other cat items. So far petal had been mostly feeding him fish. Not fish flavored cat food but literal fish that she'd caught with her bare hands.

"You're a fucking lifesaver rick." She spoke as she grasped at the tickets. "I'm totally bailing with you. I just know jerry's gonna be playing the most corny christmas shit known to man. Hopefully I can play some actually half decent movies for you guys but I'm not gonna be here to suffer through your dad's worst picks." She laughed shrugging afterwards. "This might end of being one of the better christmases I've had."

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nanagoswife · 2 years

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Tense

Version One *SFW* | Version Two

Summary: Gojo practically kidnaps you because of how tense Nanami seems to be

W/C: 4.4k

Warnings: unedited😅, suggestive themes, technically breaking and entering, praise kink, oral (f receiving), a bit of roughness, overstimulation?, unprotected sex, cockwarming, shower scene, I think that’s it

A/N: Hey👋🏻😅 so, I’m not the best at writing stuff like this. So, I apologize for how bad it possibly is in advance

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A scream tears past your lips as Gojo Satoru suddenly appears by your side. You were in the middle of brushing your teeth, causing you to nearly choke on the foam.

You spit it out, turning towards the man ready to scold him about how you told him to stop doing that. He often did it just for fun because he loved to scare you and tease you about it. Though, after warping in during a… compromising scene between you and his friend, you made him swear to stop it. The teasing about the situation from Gojo was an unstoppable force, though.

Before you could get the words out though, you notice that his usual smirk is not there. Instead, his lips are pressed into a thin line. If you didn’t know any better, you would think that he’s worried.

“Gojo. What’s going on? I thought-”

“Yeah, yeah, no warping in randomly anymore. This isn’t for my entertainment this time,” he says before grabbing your wrist and pulling you along with him. He better be thankful that the two of you are long time friends and, if that weren’t the case, you’d have punched him senseless by now. Though, it is tempting.

Instead, you try to pull your hand out of his grip instead of going willingly. “What the hell, Satoru?”

“It’s Nanami,” he says, not looking back at you as he continues to bring you to the front door of your apartment.

Worry immediately fills you. Unlike you, Nanami didn’t have a day off and had to tend to the jujutsu world. Though, he did mention that he was just helping around the school and possibly helping out with the students. He never said anything about going out on any sort of mission. Did that change? Did Gojo drag him into his own mission when you knew fully well that he could’ve dealt with it on his own? He is the strongest sorcerer, afterall. You just wanted to know what happened.

“What happened to him?” you ask after he, thankfully, let you at least put on shoes before stepping through the door.

Gojo doesn’t answer you, just continues to pull you along until you see your surroundings change. You nearly stumble, not expecting the surface you’re walking on to change from a flat surface to cement stairs at the Tokyo Jujutsu High.

That’s when your friend turns around with a smirk curling up the corners of his lips. It’s a teasing look that tells you that you should be disappointed that you’ve fallen for his antics again.

You groan, scrubbing your hand over your face as he begins to chuckle. “Well, at least I knew you weren’t with Nanami this time,” he teases and, if he wasn’t wearing his blindfold, you swear you would’ve seen him wink before turning to walk up the steps.

All you do is roll your eyes before catching up to him. You know that, even if it was to go back to the old ways, he wouldn’t have brought you to the school for entirely no reason. There was something he wanted.

“What is it about then?” you ask, strolling the school grounds with Gojo. You notice he’s bringing you to the field. “I swear, if you brought me here on my one day off to teach the students I will punch you right now.”

He gives you a cheeky smirk. “You can certainly try.”

You roll your eyes before stepping through the arch so you can see the field. The first and second years are all together. Megumi, Maki, and Toge are in the middle of a conversation. You assume they’re discussing some sort of sparring technique as Megumi and Maki both hold staffs. Panda and Nobara are doing their usual ‘falling’ practice.

Then, you see the back of a familiar blonde head who seems to be discussing something with Yuji. You don’t know what it’s about, but the boy has a smile across his face. It makes you think, despite how much Nanami may deny it, that he’s truly good with kids. You don’t think you’ve ever really seen Yuji in Nanami’s presence without a smile. Plus, if he can deal with Gojo, he can deal with anything.

“To finally answer your question,” Gojo starts as he leans his shoulder into yours, “he seems a little tense. Thought you could loosen him up.”

The teasing lilt his tone takes on makes you scoff. Despite that, you can see there’s actually truth to his statement. Nanami’s posture seems more rigid than usual and you can tell he’s trying to force himself to relax. A flash of guilt flutters through your chest as you think you know the reason.

You and Nanami haven’t seen each other in a week. You had been on an assignment in Sapporo and you got back last night. Sure, there were calls and texts, but you wanted to be able to see him and he wanted to see you. However, Nanami was busy with exorcizing a curse here in Tokyo. By the time he was done, you were already asleep, exhausted from your own time away. You knew he didn’t want to wake you, so he didn’t come over. Even if he had the spare set of keys to your apartment.

Both you and Gojo stop at the top of the stairs to watch for a moment until a pair of brown eyes catch sight of you. The boy’s smile widens as he waves and calls out, “Gojo-sensei, Y/N-sensei, hi!”

Everyone turns at Yuji’s call to look at you and Gojo. Though, it’s one specific sorcerer’s gaze that really has you smiling as you begin to make your way down the stairs.

Nanami looks at you as if it’s the first time and you have to hide the way it makes your breath hitch. You’d never hear the end of it if the man beside you caught it.

So, you silently wish that he didn’t have his glasses on so you can see the way his eyes glow in the sunlight as you walk down the stairs. Though, the light smirk spreading his lips is enough for now.

It seems like he’s focused on you and only you. Meanwhile, you don’t miss the teasing glances and whispers the students pass around. You roll your eyes as you know they’re joking about the usually serious, stoic man becoming soft every single time he looks at you. If you were being honest, you’d be joking along with them if you could.

“Hello everyone!” Gojo calls out in response, continuing to the group as you stop in front of Nanami. Yuji had followed Gojo which left the two of you alone.

“Hi, Kento,” you say softly, laying your hands on his chest, his hands coming to your waist as you step up to him.

He sighs contently, smiling a little bigger before saying, “I thought you had a day off.”

“I did,” you start, bringing one of your hands up to brush away a hair that fell out of place, “but Gojo mentioned something about how a certain grade one sorcerer was a little tense today.”

You let your hands trail to his shoulders, massaging them gently and you realize that he’s even more tense than he looks. Maybe Gojo was right to be concerned.

Though, with your touch, you can instantly feel him relax.

A remark you overhear that’s followed by a few giggles destroys any and all progress you made. Not only that, but the softness your boyfriend once had is now tainted and you can’t help but sympathize for the man. He had just been able to loosen up until the reminder that you weren’t alone brought reality screaming back.

You glance over Nanami’s shoulder to see the others smirking as they watch the two of you. You lightheartedly shake your head before turning back to Kento.

“How much longer do you have?”

He groans. “Too much.”

You offer him a reassuring smile as you continue to massage his shoulders. Thankfully your efforts have allowed him to loosen up enough that he should be able to make it the rest of the day. It didn’t matter that you would have rathered him come back with you now, he would most likely insist that he sees this through.

So, you bring a hand to cup his jaw as you say, “I’ll leave the door open,” before taking a few steps away. Before you could fully turn to leave, trying to ignore the way Nanami’s bright eyes make you feel, you remember something.

“Satoru, you’re my way home. Get over here.”

When Nanami gets to your apartment, you’re in the shower. You had expected him to be here some time after six. So, since it was five, you assumed it would be a good time to shower before he arrived.

However, you hear the bathroom door open followed by a familiar, “May I join?”

You chuckle at the thought of him asking. The two of you were well beyond that point. You knew it and he knew it. Though, this is a little more teasing as you know that, no matter your answer, he’s going to join you. Not like you would ever say no.

“Of course,” you manage to say before you push the curtain to the side to reveal your boyfriend. He’s leaning against the wall as he unbuttons his shirt. A smile splits his lips when he sees you and you think he works faster with the buttons than before.

He doesn’t take much longer to join you, pulling you against him by your hips, kissing you as the warm water showers over both of you.

It’s all so sudden but all so welcomed. You desperately had wanted to kiss him at the school and you’re sure he did too. However, with the students and Gojo watching, it wasn’t the time.

So, now, Kento wastes no time as his lips move with yours. His strong arms are moving to hold you close, waiting no longer to deepen the kiss.

The tension from earlier is quickly disappearing and you can’t help but smile. You were right.

“Nanami,” you try to say through the kiss as he shows now signs of stopping. In fact, it seems like he’s hellbent on, not only continuing, but taking it further bad his hands begin to roam.

“Not my name, love,” he mutters as his lips trail from your to your neck. Your breath hitches as his lips brush a sensitive spot in his trail.

You smile, one hand coming up to comb your fingers through his now wet hair. “Kento,” you indulge and you can feel how he smiles against your skin, “you should be resting. You were so tense earlier and-“

Before you can finish, his lips swallow anything else you were going to say.

“This is what I want,” he mumbles into your lips before pulling back so that you can see his warm, chestnut eyes that look at you as if you’re the most beautiful woman in the world. “You are what I want,” he finishes before returning to laving your neck with his lips and tongue.

You can’t help the way you smile at that. He’s always been like this, clingy after prolonged periods of not seeing each other. It’s almost a tradition, him worshiping your body the second the two of you are alone. You’d bet your life savings that, had you been able to drag him away to an empty classroom or dorm, he would’ve taken you without hesitation.

Now, though, it guarantees that the two of you are alone and can take as long as you want. You know that’s what he's going to do now.

“Shall we take this to the bedroom?” you ask as you feel just how much Nanami wants this. You know he would take you right here and now, but, last time, that didn’t end too well and left both of you with a couple of bruises and Nanami with a gash on his forehead.

Nanami doesn’t say a word. He just turns off the water and guides you to where your towel lay waiting. Though, he doesn’t let you dry off for long before he’s lifting you, hands grasping the back of your thighs as your legs wrap around his waist. With your arms wrapping around his neck, you kiss him while he carefully walks in the direction of your bed.

He gently sets you down, taking no time at all to start kissing a hot trail down your chest, between your breasts, over your belly button, and down to your thighs but avoiding the area you ache for him the most.

You can’t help the whine that escapes your lips as both hands shoot to his hair the longer he teases.

“Kento,” you lightly scold, causing his eyes to meet yours. There’s a smug grin crossing his lips as his dark eyes look into yours without saying a word. There’s a fondness in them that you think you’ll never get tired of whenever in this situation. It sometimes makes you wish you would be sent away more often.

Thankfully, though, he’s not making you wait much longer when his tongue licks it’s way from your entrance, all the way up until it just barely flicks your clit. He does this again, and again, and again, and again until you’re writhing and pleading for him to stop the teasing and give you relief.

It isn’t until you plead, “Kento, please,” that he groans and dives in, lapping at you like a man starved.

That being said, no matter how invested he is in tasting you, he doesn’t take long to get you to the point where you're nearly screaming in pleasure. He knows everything there is, the best ways to tease you, how to make you writhe, but especially how to make you scream his name as he sucks your clit into his mouth.

He knows the best ways to edge you, the ways to make you cum in mere seconds, the ways that make your highs feel the strongest.

By the way he finally slips one and then another finger into your aching cunt, you find you’re not sure which way Nanami wants to go tonight. You know that, once he’s down down there, he won’t let you do the same for him and the thrusts will be deep and slow and loving. Now, though, is the one time where he will do anything and usually has a plan. Today, you notice he must not because he seems to be going for different outcomes all at the same time.

Your thoughts are cut off as he sucks your clit particularly sharply, almost bringing you to the high he’s bringing on.

Nanami’s eyes peer up at you just before your head presses into the mattress. You feel him smile as his fingers speed up and his mouth only pays attention to your clit. Before you know it, your screaming his name into the room as your fingers clench in his hair. His groan vibrates into you and you find your hips bucking up at the sensation.

Kento chuckles as he leans back, slowly dragging his fingers out of you before licking them clean. “You always taste so good,” he mutters before crawling over you.

This look of his, his lips and chin glistening with you, his hair mussed up from your fingers, the dark but loving gaze he gives you as his fingers curl into the flesh of your hip, it’s one that you always find so endearing no matter how lewd it is. It’s a constant reminder that he is yours and you are his and you’d have it no other way.

“Such a good girl,” he says quietly, one of his hands brushing hair from your face as he smiles. You smile before pulling him down to kiss you. “Always… love hearing… you yell my name like that,” he says between kisses.

“‘S so everyone knows I’m yours.”

That causes him to kiss you just a little bit deeper as his free hand moves between your bodies. He lines himself up with your entrance, eyes never leaving yours as he tilts his head to the side. “Should we continue that theme? Or shall we continue the tradition?”

“Well, you are a man of tradition, are you not?“

He ponders for a moment, leaning in to press a kiss to your jaw. “Sometimes a tradition can be broken,” he whispers into your ear, hot breath fanning down your neck.

You chuckle. “To think that, just a few hours ago, you were so tense that I thought you’d become a statue.”

“To think that just merely seeing you gave me the motivation and energy to get to the moment.”

You smile before directing his head so your lips could meet. Yes, the two of you don’t always have soft sensual sex, but that’s what it was always like when being reunited. This was the first time he’s ever thought of breaking that tradition and you weren’t really sure which you wanted.

Even though you never answered him, Nanami starts to press into you, stretching you wonderfully. Maybe he’s doing this to elicit an answer from you as you moan from the feeling. Your hands grip his biceps tightly as he works himself fully into you.

Once his hips are flush with yours, he leans over you, one hand coming to squeeze your breast, fingers rolling your nipple while his mouth works on the other. Your chest arches into the touch which causes Nanami to groan at the shift. You can feel the way his cock twitches inside you and you realize he’s not going to make a single move until he gets his answer.

“I need you, Kento,” you whine as your hands come to gently tug at his still damp hair.

“Tell me how, baby,” he mutters as he trails his lips from your breast to your collarbone and shoulders. “I need to know. Otherwise I’ll be quite content warming my cock for the rest of the night,” he teases.

You playfully slap his shoulder, causing him to chuckle as he sucks a mark on your collarbone. Right then is when you realize he’s showing you what you could have with either option.

One, there’s the soft side. Gentle kisses with long, slow thrusts that could last for blissful hours. His worshiping would be accompanied by sweet whispers and light and intoxicating touches that lead to a wonderful climax.

Or two, a slightly rougher approach where he sucks these marks into your skin. His fingers will dig into your thighs, possibly leaving marks as he goes with a rougher pace. It would lead to him circling your clit, not satisfied to let himself finish until you’ve cum at least twice. It would be accompanied by showered praise as he makes you speechless and reduces you to pants, moans and cries of his name.

Usually, you would want to stay with the usual. Right now, though, not only does the new option arouse you a lot more, but you can see the way the prospect drives Kento to have a certain glint in his eyes. It doesn’t matter if he’s tired, he would give you anything you want and you can see that it could work out more tension and frustration than your usual.

So, you pull his head from where he’s kissing along your shoulder so that he can look at you. You lean up, letting your lips just barely graze his ear as you whisper, “Shall we break tradition, then?”

You feel how he shivers from your words before kissing you with force. It caught you off guard for a moment until you melt into it. One hand cards through his hair while the other grips at his muscular back, tugging him down to be as close as possible.

One of his hands grips at your thigh while the other rests by your head. It isn‘t until you begin to whine and wriggle, trying to get any sensation from the man who’s currently content with staying still, that he’s groaning from the sensations and pressing the shallowest thrust to make you stop.

“Someone’s impatient today,” he teases, pressing his fingers sharply into your thigh.

“Says the man who was too impatient for me to finish my shower,” you retort, smiling when he pulls back to look at you.

His chestnut eyes are beautiful as he smiles, the corners of his eyes crinkling adorably.

The moment, despite the mood, turns soft as you brush a loose strand of his hair away from his forehead. He turns his head to press a light kiss to your wrist, eyes never leaving yours. Your chest warms with just how much you love the man that’s hovering above you. By the way he looks at you now, you think he may just be thinking the same thing as he moves to press one of the softest kisses to your lips.

“Kento,” you say into the kiss, refusing to part completely, “need you to move. Please.”

His lips curl into a smile as he continues to kiss you. “Anything for you, my dear,” he says before finally dragging his hips back before snapping them back, causing you to whine at how good it feels.

With the moment you had, you were almost tricked into thinking that he was going to revert back to the usual. However, as he continues to do these long pulls and quick snaps; with the way his fingers are once again digging into your hip, you know that that isn’t the case.

This continues on for a while longer, causing your moans to grow with each snap of his hips. Though, with the way he hikes your one leg around his waist, you know it’s not going to last like this.

With one more thrust like this, you find that you’re right. Nanami is leaning over you as his pace picks up, the tip of his cock brushing that spot deep inside of you so wonderfully.

His head dips to your neck, laving it with attention while you feel the hand that was once on your hip trail between your bodies. Before you know it, he has you arching into him as his thumb circles your clit while his hand presses down.

It allows you to feel him so much better than before. The sensation has you approaching your high much quicker than you thought as you feel it so tight that it could snap at any second.

However, as Nanami brings his lips to graze your ear, you swear that his voice as he whispered a, “Good girl,” into your ear was what made you cry out his name as the coil in you snapped.

You feel the way he smiles against your ear as he continues his steady pace, pressing a kiss to the area of skin just below your ear. He knows what he does to you, and his deep, low, sensual voice doesn’t help when you’re wound up this way.

Your fingers are curling tightly against his back as he sucks another mark on your neck. His pace picks up a bit, thrusts a little sharper, as he refuses to let you have any sort of reprieve. The most you get is him pulling his hand away, your swollen, sensitive clit getting a break as he licks your juices from his fingers.

“Mm, you always taste so good,” he breathes out, breath hitching as you press a kiss to his Adam’s apple.

“Always for you,” you mutter as you give his neck and collarbone the attention he did for you. The groan he lets out vibrates against you as his chest presses down more. You can’t help but smile as he buries his face into your shoulder as you continue your attentions. It makes it even better when you feel how his hips falter when your lips press certain spots.

He groans with a shiver as one of your hands slide down his back, your nails digging into the skin as one sharp roll of his hips nails the spot inside you.

“I missed this,” he mutters, nudging your head away with his own so that he can rest his forehead against yours.

You chuckle. “It was only a week, Kento,” you tease lightly.

“Doesn’t matter,” he says before kissing you and bringing his hand back to your clit.

You moan into his mouth, fingers digging into his back again as he makes a small adjustment. An adjustment, you might add, that told you that he wasn’t going to let you for a lot longer than you originally thought.

Nanami doesn’t spill into you when he makes you cum a second time. No, he doesn’t show any signs of finishing until you’ve lost count of how many times you’ve tightened up around him. That exhaustion you saw on him earlier is non-existent as you’re sure you’ve been at it for at least an hour and a half. Instead, it seems as if he only just continues to get more energy every time you call out his name while your walls clench around his cock.

It isn’t until you’re begging him for a reprieve from all of this that he smiles before his hips stutter. He’s spilling into you with a heavy groan as he praises you about how good you were for him, his fingers releasing their tight grip on your ass as your leg drops from his waist.

He doesn’t pull out, not right away. Instead, he stays there, leaning down against you just a little more. You don’t care how hot both of your bodies are, sticking together with sweat. The feeling of him on top of you is one you’ll never grow tired of and you end up pulling more of his weight onto you.

“I believe I owe you a shower,” Nanami huffs into your ear with a chuckle.

You giggle in turn, your fingers curling through his hair as he presses light, sweet kisses to your neck and shoulder.

“As long as you’ll actually rest afterwards.”

“If it’s in your arms, then I will.”

You laugh as you roll your eyes. This man, one who’s usually such a realist, is more clingy than you ever thought. If you told anyone, they would never believe you. Yet, you love the way it’s like your little secret.

“I love you,” he mumbles into your skin, burying his face in your neck.

The smile on your face grows as you manage to kiss the side of his head. “I love you too, Kento.”

So, as you lay there for a few minutes longer, aching wonderfully, you trace your hand over his shoulders. Any and all tension is gone as he continues to relax further against you. His breathing is steady as he hides in the crook of your neck. You smile, glad that there’s no more need to worry. The two of you are here together and you will be until you both have to work tomorrow. Even then, you’ll be able to keep a close eye on him.

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