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hopelessromantic423 · 1 year

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Same Time, Next Mission

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x agent!reader

Summary: You and Bucky keep running into each other during missions. What happens when a little flirting gets added into the mix?

Warning: teasing, flirting, fluff. No smut. Reader is kind of bad at their job. Time hops.

It was a normal mission. At least, it started off as a normal mission. You were currently situated on the left side of this huge warehouse where illegal weapons were being stored. Your task was to get a specific flash drive that held all the blueprints to these guns and lasers etc.

The room was in sight. A single small room with glass windows meant easy access. You heard your teammate whisper something into your earpiece which caught you off guard.

"What do you mean there’s a guy running around in blue spandex?" you whispered back in confusion.

Like clockwork, your eyes caught Steve Rogers running across the walkway from the other side of the facility. His shield caught the overhead lights beaming downward as he sprinted from one hiding place to the next. "Why is he here," you whispered to yourself while standing up from your hiding spot.

You mapped out your next move but you didn't go far when a loud thunk sound clamored behind you. Swiftly, you turned around to spot a man you had never seen before. He wasn't wearing the facilities uniform, so you took a wild guess and connected him to Captain America.

His blue eyes shot daggers into yours as you grabbed your knife from its holster. "Hey, buddy," was all you could speak before the man with short brunette hair started throwing punches at you. You huffed out an, "excuse me!" while continually fighting the mystery man. You couldn't lie, he was a damn good fighter. "I'm a good guy," you blurted out while dodging one of his knife jabs.

The man finally eased up and took a step back, still ready to pounce at any moment. "I work for SHIELD," you said as calmly as possible. It didn't go as planned when he rolled his eyes and went back to swinging.

"SHIELD is dead," he grunted out while gliding his leg behind you, kicking both of your legs from under you.

"No, it's not! Can we talk like normal people for five seconds," you negotiated while standing up from the cold metal floor. "Jeez, my ass hurts."

"Fine," he huffed, taking a step back and crossing his arms.

"Hi," you stated calmly. "I still work for Nick Fury, you know guy with one eye? Scary as hell?"

"Yea, yea. I know him. Keep talkin'," the man huffed again with a slight New York accent showing through his speech pattern. He looked so unamused, but it was better than dodging a solid metal arm for the next five minutes.

"Newly reformed SHIELD. Blah, blah, blah, you get the gist. I'm here to get info, not get in your way."

A look of frustration still covered the brunette's face as he stared at you like he was trying to read you like a newspaper. "How do I know you're not corrupt like the rest of them?" For the first time in the last ten minutes, his tone was a little softer and more humanistic. He actually wanted to know.

"You're with the Avengers mumbo jumbo," you questioned while sliding your knife back into its holster.

"Maybe," the brunette replied with crossed arms and a look that screamed, "yes but I'm not telling you".

"I used to work with your friend Sam, Air Force."

After one last exchange of glances, you brushed past the mystery man who had an amusing dumbfounded look on his face. "Nice to meet you too asshole," you murmured close enough so he could hear you and kept walking to finish your mission.

The next time you caught up with the mystery brunette was in Paris, France of all places. The city was absolutely beautiful, the only time it wasn't pleasant was when a familiar face made an unexpected cameo.

"Hey watch it!" Feeling a figure close behind you, you couldn't help but yelp while standing on the roof of a nearby pâtisserie. "You again," you sighed taking one glance at him and then turning back to your station.

"I believe it was an asshole to you, (Y/L/N)," the brunette said in a charming tone. You couldn't lie to yourself, your knees buckled slightly as he smiled at you.

Taking a few steps toward him, your hands found themselves fiddling with the straps on the chest of his suit. "You did your research, that's cute," you cooed in a teasing manner.

"Are you going to help or what?" The heavy rope you were currently trying to tie up to the building was giving you trouble and the help happened to be the charming man standing beside you. He jumped right into the action, knotting it in less than five seconds.

"Perfect, see you later James," you stated while using the rope to slide down to the second-floor balcony, leaving him dumbfounded with rosy cheeks.

You had done a little research of your own

The most recent time you had seen James "Bucky" Barnes, famed super soldier and the former assassin was at a gala in New York. Home turf.

Standing near the dance floor with a champagne flute in hand, you eyed the crowd looking for a specific mob boss that you needed to speak with privately. Everything was going smoothly, keyword: was.

"Would you like to dance agent," Barnes whispered right beside your ear with a smart-ass smirk on his face. His short hair was slicked back and he switched his navy leather suit for a sleek all-black tux for the night. He looked like a million bucks.

“We have to stop running into each other like this,” you chuckled while setting your drink down on a nearby table and allowing Bucky to guide you to the dance floor by the small of your back.

“Ditched the mission suit?”

“You could say that,” you murmured.

Bucky smirked, pulling you closer to him while swaying back and forth. His cheek brushed against yours as he whispered, “for a spy, you’re not very subtle (Y/N).”

You thought you had died and gone to heaven at that moment. Luckily, you stayed on your own two feet and continued eyeing the crowd from behind Bucky’s shoulder.

“When’s your next mission?” Bucky’s deep blue eyes found yours as he questioned.

“Why do you want to know? Planning to sabotage that one too?”

Bucky chuckled while spinning you away from him and back. “I was hoping to take you out on a real date. No bad guys or top secret weapons, just us.”

“I’d like that very much.” A smile plastered on your face as you glanced up at him. Your glance made its way to Bucky’s lips, hoping he’d take the hint. "You'll be the death of me won't you,” he smirked while leaning toward you.

Just as his lips brushed yours, he pulled away making you glance up in confusion. "I think I'll save that for later,” he smiled while wrapping his hand around your waist. You sighed while shaking your head, hoping that your rosy cheeks had disbanded at that point.

"Thanks for the dance, I've got eyes on the target,” you whispered pulling away from Bucky’s grasp. “Pick me up at 6 tomorrow night?"

"I don't know where you live,” Bucky mentioned trying to suppress his smile.

"You'll find it," you said fixing his tie so that it lay flat against his chest. "Good luck," you sang while turning to walk away. Your heels clicked as the distance between the two of you grew further, but you gave him one last glance only to see him staring at you still in awe.

Before Bucky could make the next move, Sam Wilson and Steve Rogers had made their way to each side of him. Sam gave his shoulder a shake just to make sure he was still mentally available.

"I've got a date tomorrow," Bucky said blatantly while turning to Sam.

"Really?" Steve's tone was surprised. "With who?"

"Agent (Y/L/N), from SHEILD."

"How did you manage that?" Sam looked utterly shocked.

"Should I back out?"

"No!" The two men screamed in unison as if the world was ending.

"I asked her out and she shot me down like no tomorrow. Tony couldn't even get her to look in his direction,” Steve mentioned, trying to save his ego.

"Did you trick her? Blackmail?" Sam’s tone was urgent as he questioned.

"No," Bucky chuckled defensively. His hand came up to his mouth to hide his smile. "We just kept running into each other. Maybe it was fate."

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x fluff #reader x bucky barnes #bucky barnes fluff #bucky x reader #james bucky buchanan barnes #sebastian stan #bucky barnes angst #bucky fanfic #bucky x you #bucky x female reader #james bucky barnes #bucky x y/n #bucky fic #bucky imagine

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exoticbuns · 1 year

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I HAVE SO MANY EMOTIONS

PYRRHA IN MAYA ENGINE IM SOBBING

NEO BACKSTORY EVEN IF ITS ONLY PAINTINGS YOU GET THE GIST

OKAY SO JAUNE WAS RIGHT THE CAT IS BAD BUT HOLY SHIT THAT WAS SO METAL

POOR RUBY GETTING HER ASS BEAT

POOR ME LOSING MY NEO REDEMPTION DAMMIT

POOR YANG HAVING TO WATCH HER SISTER WILLINGLY DISAPPEAR LIKE THAT 😭

Tbf we all know Ruby and Little ain’t dead, it’s just a matter of how they’ll come back (cuz the tree isn’t death it’s rebirth blah blah blah)

BUT FUCK

LITTLE 😭😭😭

#rwby #rwby spoilers #rwby9

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matchamabs · 2 years

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Layton Life Project Demo!

So, after I spent months combing through the absolutely tiny bit of gameplay I have (whilst getting distracted and working on future parts) I fiiinally decided to throw the demo out here for you to play!

For people who don’t know, I’ve been working on a tiny project that recreates the London Life minigame from Last Specter to something more... playable, lmao. It’s made pretty much entirely by me over the course of a year, and the demo is quite short, but it turns out making shit like this takes time, who knew? And the engine is wobbly anyway, so there may be a few fuckups but hey, part of the fun.

Nonetheless, I hope you check it out and see what I’ve been up to! Blah, blah, blah support is nice, feedback is lovely, you get the gist. It’s been a fun project for me!

So go play the demo here! Play it right now. Immediately. Takes ten minutes. Go do it. (Though due to engine shittiness, this demo is only playable on Windows :( but a browser version can be made available later on. Or if anyone can hack it go ahead lmao) > https://www.dropbox.com/sh/01w1gvcohlukxt7/AAABLa7hAgIuRRSCPFOYrcfSa?dl=0

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jalluzas-ferney · 4 months

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WAIWAEAITIWIAA CAN I TOUCH ON THE SUBJECT OF SOME PPL THINKING KAI IS SOME KIND OF BULLY TOWARDS JAY OR SMTH AND HOW STUPID THAT IS

like tbh lately I haven’t seen really any of that LATELY - but I remember some time ago someone had posted a gif of like the fight between Kai and Jay in Crystallized and like I think specifically the part where Jay starts the fight by fucking kicking Kai across the room (for accidentally dropping a glass of water and who btw gen apologized for immediately 😁)

Okok so some, if not a lot of ppl, in the comments/reblogs were like “ouh yeah way to go jay 🤗🥳” “It doesn’t surprised me that he’s finally standing up for himself after all that bullying from Kai after so many years 🥺” “oh Kai deserves it for always teasing-“ yeah yeah BLAH BLAH BLAH you get the GIST

and OOHHH that RREAAALLY pushed some buttons for me cuz WHAT💀💀💀💀💀BAHAH BE SO FUCKING FR IM SORRY BUT WHAT😭😭😭

Y’all the ninja have always made fun of each other like- the whole series. And if it looks like Kai goes especially after jay or whatever- yeah- it doesn’t surprise me that he would be poking even more fun at the man dating his sister 😭😭ESPECIALLY knowing him? Like hello 💀

But he’s even SUPPORTIVE of their relationship - are y’all forgetting how he literally helped Jay practice to propose Nya to be his Yang 😭😭😭😭

And OHH - have we perhaps forgotten ab how when jay was fucking DROWNING while he was trying to get out of the situation- he LITERALLY thought to himself “what would kai do?” LIKE BRO HE LOOKS UP TO HIM 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 BEFORE THINKING- “oh what would master Wu do or Zane do” -he was like- “no- what would Kai do?”

And YAALLLL wanna erase this bond they have 😨😨 NUH UH NONE OF THAT - y’all are not about to pretended Kai is some kind of huge bully towards your “little baby boy jay “or whatever as if they don’t love each other at all (as brothers/bsfs)

(I’m kinda scared of posting this cuz I don’t wanna come off as aggressive but this legit makes me laugh so damn hard cuz of how STUPID it is 😭😭)

#I get that Kai can be an arrogant little piece of shit at times srs 💀#but dude it was never that deep 😭 they obviously care for each other and support each other #like I get it- that one hoje for example where he was like #Jay had to save me back there! Jay! 😨#and jays like #well that’s a strange way of saying thank you 😃#but y’all it was never that deep 😭#No one’s saying he’s in the right cuz like damn way to say that u think he’s the weakest 💀#but overall their whole banter is…normal…it’s normal older younger siblings behavior in way uk #like just admit Jay just kicked Kai across the damn room cuz he was actually convinced Nya was in that damn glass of water #and that he overreacted at kai doing one small mistake 💀#not because #oh he has finally snapped at him after all that teasing 🥺🥺🤯🥳🙂😣😣#like I’m so sorry but that is NOT THE CASE💀💀💀💀💀#ninjago #lego ninjago #ninjago kai #kai Ninjago #kai smith #kai jiang #jay ninjago #ninjago jay #Jay walker #jay gordon #Lego #rant

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finneyblakes · 2 years

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my favorite contrast between rinney and brance is that usually during your standard cool-down and first aid session after a fight it always starts the same until they start talking about the fight

u get the gist with rinney. like “you know i really don’t like it when you do this it’s not necessary you could get hurt or in trouble blah blah blah” and robin’s always like yea ok i’ll try to tone it down a little

and then with brance it’s usually like. vance tells him why he got in said fight and if it is justified bruce is like “damn!! i’m glad you beat his ass fuck that guy!!!” and vance is like “THATS WHAT IM SAYING” and if it’s over something stupid he just laughs at him relentlessly. he does not tell him to stop in either situation

#it’s really not a cool-down session at all with them #bruce is either adding fuel to the fire or pissing him off 😭#he’s an enabler it’s true. especially if its funny #love them #finney blake #robin arellano #vance hopper #bruce yamada #the black phone #tbp #rinney #brance #text #mine

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diluclover300 · 2 months

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Just One Week (1)

Gojo Satoru x Female Reader

Also posted on my ao3 account: diluclover300

CHAPTER INDEX:

I H8 U

My Kinda Fun

Balance

{S] Awake

Eggs and Rice

Wait, but I'm broke

Couple's Discount

CHAPTER 1: I H8 U

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Ha. Ha. You roll your eyes, arms crossed before they unfold again. The elevator opens and you're back at the lobby of the building again. Ha. Ha.

You hate this place. Normal was so ordinary. So predictable. So boring. Blah!

Whatever, whatever, whatever. You just want to go home already. It's been a long day at work.

You walk, as the general population does, because even though you're special, and so different, you're human before any of that bull crap. Genetically, you're a programmed sheep. Mentally, you stick out like a sore thumb.

And you walk with the help of wired earbuds, ones that you grabbed at the nearest department store. You understand why people can't leave the house without these babies. They're so convenient, a socially accepted escape from the real world.

Selfishly, as it should be, you're listening to the same sickly sweet, syrupy-lyric filled song. Generic, yet so stupid catchy that even a zombie would dumbly mumble it in its sleep. With it's unintelligible voice, muddy and groggy as it lowly moans the melody. Like pure mush, frothing with spit.

Love. Love. Love. A boyband, the popular one you've loved since highschool, is singing about what sells— sex. Oh, baby. I want you. I love you. Give me all of you. Kiss me until I can't breath, wrap me with your heat.

You understand the gist of it, don't you? Because you certainly do.

Bouncy, your steps are, almost preppy that you feel like everyone else. You suppose that's fine for now. You're forcibly, undeniably put into a swarm of people. People that will always be like you. Vise versa. It's the way of life.

Same old.

Beep. Your lanyard scans across the kind of thing you'd see in a new-york subway. Too bad you're across the globe in Japan, in some remote town, so you don't live miles away from the famous–or was it infamous– you don't know, times square. Boring.

You suck in a hefty amount of hair, and it's humiliating when you push the door that so politely–and obviously— asks to be pulled. Wow. You turn back to confirm that no one has just seen you do that. But you're suddenly biting back another heap of cringe mixed with embarrassment when you realize that someone behind you blankly stares at you. Probably to hurry up so that they could get out too.

"Oops." You laugh, but they don't. "Sorry about–"

"Are you going to open that door?"

"Oh, uh, yes. I am."

Right. You pull the handle of the door that you've touched thousands of times.

The breeze hits you and as physics do, your hair whips across your face, sprawling over your dry, cracked lips. You push on, steps now long strides. You're fighting with the wind and it's terrible.

Welp. That was life. Mother nature wasn't, never was, kind to you.

Another idiotic event, another "let's make a fool out of Y/N" moment. You fold your arms underneath the crevice of your chest, that white button up so thin you're sure that you've developed hypothermia in the last few minutes you've been walking.

Another sigh. Then you realize it looks hopeless, and stupid. Then you wipe your cheek, holding your lips together and realize that looks equally awkward. Damn.

Incident after incident. Mistake after mistake. Everything feels like a math equation, and it's all adding up to make you look a fool.

At least nothing too terrible happened today.

Then, as if it was clockwork, an ominous feeling began to settle in the depths of your heart. As if your instincts were telling you to run.

You don't. Your hopes of a normal day, your suspicions of having a great day are so terribly...

Wrong. You look up and see the face that you don't want to see. The face that looks back at you like a mirror, the face who's lips turn up into a slight smile. The face who's glasses tip down his rather long, yet socially accepted nose. The face who's eyes are freakishly blue, who's eyes would receive the predictable comparison– "Hey, your eyes look just like the sky."

This can't be real.

This can't be happening.

Maybe today wasn't destined to be a good day, but there was no way in hell, no way that things could go this south.

A bad day was when you got in trouble during work, when someone's kid spilled your burning hot coffee all over your new white clothes. Bad was when...

Bad was when Gojo Satoru wasn't here.

Terrible was when he was.

"Hi." He holds his hand up, palm open, fingers spread into a wave. "It's been a while."

Your chest tightens, air contracting the thing like a damn accordion. He's definitely a fair distance from you, standing beneath the trees, far from the stairs leading up to the building behind you both. Traffic bustles a couple more feet away, and that same song, on repeat, buzzes in your ear like a mosquito.

Love. You seem to feel everything but that at the sight of his face.

"Gojo." The breeze slaps against your skin, stinging as it leaves it's harsh marks. Your fingers travel down to the hems of your skirt, and you fidget with the cloth.

You're anxious, not as you envisioned the hundreds of other times you mulled over this sort of situation. Instead of holding your head up high, you're cowering, heart wrenching, the lines you so carefully wrote, seared into your mind escaping your tongue.

"Gojo?" Ha. Ha. Real funny, you think as he mocks you.

It makes you angry. Why did he, how did he have, how was he not– where was his shame? After five years? Did he just realize you were gone after all this time?

You don't want to ask, but you do.

"Why are you–"

"What happened to Satoru? Don't be so formal. It's only been five years."

"The name disgusts me."

You're silent as he steps forward, a bouquet of flowers tucked underneath his armpit. He's decked out in all black, not that you care, or that it's any different from how he was a few years back. If anything, he's the exact same. Unchanged.

It makes your blood boil.

"Ah. Look at you. You've changed."

He chides, crouching down as if he's trying to taunt a child. You bite back the strange croak in your throat.

"Your turn. What about me? Say something."

No. Please. "Don't do this to me."

His lips, as if pulled by a set of strings, ghost a smile. Those eyes exposed, bare through those glasses as they reflect the pathetic image of you. Your expression which tries to hard to look expressionless. The scrunch of your eyebrows as you look down at him.

No, he's looking down on you. Even though it should be the opposite.

"You look the same." It's robotic, the usual cadence of your voice he so remembers void of emotion.

It's true. He does.

"Oh? You're cold. So cold." He tilts his head, a strand of hair falling in between his eyes as he gives you a slight pout.

And, you? You're not the same as you were before.

"I know." You step back. "People tell me that all the time."

You feel so... so...

Was pathetic the right word? It didn't even do the situation justice.

Wow. Honestly, you never wanted to admit this, but you've always imagined this sort of thing happening. A reunion, to put it simply and you'd always imagine such witty responses, such great comebacks.

However, you're no different from everyone else. Not underneath the umbrella of fear. However, you're not even shielded from those raindrops of confrontation.

You're soaked. The umbrella's defective. You can't bring yourself to say the words you practiced, to put an end to the tortuous fire in your heart.

Because as much as you want to hear those answers, you're afraid of the void that lies beneath them.

"Is that something to brag about these days?" He straightens up, the plastic lining of the bouquet crinkling.

You shrug as answer, but your eyes stick onto the floor like a piece of gum. They've rolled out of their sockets, breeze guiding them along the concrete.

Satoru whistles for a moment, eyes careful as they study your figure.

A white button up shirt, tucked into a pencil skirt, glasses that usually wouldn't suit you because you were the contact lens type, flats because he could never imagine you walking down a flight of stairs in heels.

Though you've fallen to the inevitable concept of change, you're still...

Oh. He's forgot to mention that you've been listening to music this whole time. It's noticeable now. Partly because you're wearing wired headphones, and partly because he can hear the faintest bit of singing coming from your direction.

"Whatcha listening to?"

You peek up, and for the first time in years, he's properly– no, you're making eye contact with him.

"It's the new XXX song. Do you remember when I..."

What the hell?

He never tried to stop you back then.

Why would he remember a single thing about you?

"Nevermind." You look away, and he swears he sees the faintest film of water pooling against your eyes. "You wouldn't know."

Yeah. You're the same as ever.

"Oh. You still like that group?"

You nod, and he swears he can see the faint image of you from highschool. Nodding along to the sound of your mp3 player, busted around the corners as it rests on the edge of your desk, threatening to fall. And when it did, he'd usually catch it before pulling out your earbuds.

Then you'd grumble at him, call him a "bastard" or a "piece of shit". And he'd laugh, loud enough that people would turn their heads.

Weird. A wave of nostalgia hits him.

"Ha." The thought of it makes him snicker. God. He was such an asshole. "Haha."

Look at how the tables turned. It's painful that you're so rough around the edges now. You're barely smiling, and now there's an offended look trespassing your lips and eyes.

You're angry again. So angry that the image of your smile is trampled on, dirtied by a frown.

It's like throwing away a perfectly good slice of cake.

Satoru decides he hates it. The look of it is sickening, the thought of it is unappetizing, the existence of it is...

"What are you–"

"Come back to Jujutsu High and help me teach."

As he expects, and the revelation behind it frustrates him, you've gone completely unresponsive. What he's realized is that you're just existing through your life.

You've been wasting time. And now you're just going to ignore him. No matter how right he is.

"Y/N. Can you hear me?"

You don't answer for a long while, slowly ripping out each earbud as you stuff it into the pocket of your shirt. The question, the request is... it's...

Disgustingly selfish. Did he only think for himself? Did he only care for himself?

Of course he did. Of course he did.

He's Gojo Satoru.

"Why did you come here? Go home."

"For you. Come back and be a Jujutsu sorcerer again–" He doesn't waste a singular second, as if he was reading off a script to some terrible horror movie.

You feel sick.

"No." You spit out. "You don't know what I want, you can't tell me what to do either."

You want to laugh, you can't believe all this bullshit.

You can't believe that after all the trouble you went through to fit in, you're going back to square one. Like a baby trying to learn how to walk all over again.

All the trouble you went through to convince yourself that you were still special despite being so, despite living so normally now.

All the trouble you went through to ignore those cursed spirits.

All those sacrifices you made, those risks you took.

You can't believe that it's all going down the drain like this, like your struggles are the water to someone else's shower.

Could you be easily discarded like that? Like trash?

Wrong. Incorrect. Wrong. Nothing could be more... wrong.

No, you're different. Important. Nothing like trash. Incomparable. If there was a mold, you'd break it. If there was an expectation, you'd exceed it. If there was...

If there was...

There's nothing because he... he's...

Gojo Satoru is stepping on your sob story like it's a piece of gum, smearing it with the sole of his shoe.

He tries to intervene with your peace, picking apart at your facade, your play-pretend act of tranquility.

"I know what you want–"

You don't even give him the chance to finish.

"It's been five years."

He knows. You don't have to remind him that it's been that long.

"So?"

"You don't know a thing about me, Gojo."

"I do." He steps forward. "And what do those people back there know about you?" Then he points back at your workplace.

You grimace, aware that what you're about to say is an obvious, a bitter lie. He knows it too, but you say it anyway.

"They know a lot about me." You bite back, desperately trying to save face. "So much more than you do."

When you force that out, it dawns on you. The fact that you have to lie about something so insignificant to prove that you're doing just fine to some asshole you haven't seen in five years.

"Like what? Your favorite member in that stupid boyband?"

"They're not stupid! Okay? They're– They're...!" You stumble over your words, voice coming out louder than you anticipate.

Damn it. Now everyone around you is staring like a bunch of sheep, the same kind back at work, relishing in an argument– no, a conversation – that they had no rightful part in.

"They don't know anything about you, do they?" He whispers, a pitiful expression on his face when he sees how worked up you've gotten. "Be honest with me then. What do you want?"

"Honest? You want me to be honest?"

"Well, yes. I'd like that."

"Fine then. I want to fight you right now because I hate you."

"Sure."

"You make me sick."

"Okay."

"I want to–"

"I already said okay."

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#fanfic #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #enemies to lovers #friends to lovers #eventual smut #eventual romance #romance #angst #drama #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer

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mkfluffluv · 2 years

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He Doesn’t Mind

MARC SPECTOR X GN READER

prompt : marc didn’t plan on falling for your loud mouth but he does anyway.

hello it me, back at it again with the writing. english isn’t my first language blah blah blah you get the gist. likes and reblogs appreciated!! leave me requests and i’ll (probably) write it :D

warnings : maybe slightly ooc? i don’t know, id like to imagine marc would be a nervous wreck when around the people he likes. other than that, this is just more fluff

word count : 2334

italics is steven and bold is jake

masterlist

Marc Spector doesn't usually go on dates. After the events of Ammit and his divorce with Layla, it's been hard for him to really commit himself to relationships. Sure, he's had his fair share of drunken hookups that earns him a good and loud nagging from Steven with Jake snickering behind him whenever he's there, but long-term relationships have just never been something he looked for. There are too many risks, too many complications what with the two other men living in the body, and his nightly job of serving Khonshu as his fist of vengeance. Marc doesn't have time for relationships, and neither does Jake. Maybe Steven does but the man is as smooth as sandpaper so the chances of that are slim.

That is, until one day, Marc switches in the middle of Steven's morning shift as a gift shopist and is greeted by the sight of well, you. You were rambling about these weird-looking jellies that you waved around in your hand, talking on and on about their inaccuracies and irrelevance to Ancient Egypt history. He distinctly remembers Steven rambling about the same thing one moonlit night. Marc doesn't know why or how he switched in but this situation was not one he wanted to be in. But he stays anyway. You intrigue him.

"What I'm saying is that jellies weren't even invented at the time! They could've done anything else but jellies? It's ridiculous!" You continue to ramble, your hands flailing about as if that would help get your point across. When your gaze eventually looks away from the offending jellies and towards himself, Marc feels his breath blown away from his chest.

The glare that you send his way as if he was the one at fault for the sweet treats is, for lack of a better word, adorable. You have your arms crossed in front of your chest, nose slightly scrunched up, mouth pulled down into a frown, and brows furrowed deeply. Without Marc realizing it, he was staring with a stupid grin on his face.

When your head tilts to the side, Marc snaps out of his thoughts, mentally slapping himself. "Right, sorry. I don't handle those kinda things." He says. Your previously angry face contorts into one of confusion.

"You're American?"

Fuck. Sometimes Marc forgets that his other alter is British. Now see, he would love to attempt a British accent, but the last time he did that, an old lady had smacked him across the face, thinking he was mocking her. So, Marc decides to try and lie his way out of this.

"Yes."

Well, that wasn't really lying now, was it?

Marc mentally tells Jake to shut up, to which he does after cackling at him for a bit.

Marc clears his throat and tries to gain his composure back after his slip-up. Best Steven impression it is then. "Sorry. What was your complaint? I'll be sure to pass it over to my boss." He says, his attempt at a British accent possibly not as bad as before as you seem to shrug the matter off immediately.

"Never mind that I'll just talk to your boss myself." You say, before stomping off towards wherever Steven’s boss is.

After Marc sees that you're out of hearing distance, he quietly calls out Steven's name. He has a favor to ask.

Apparently, according to Steven, you are a regular visitor, always coming to the gift shop to complain about certain souvenirs to his boss, Donna, whenever she's there. Steven never interrupted them, only listened intently as you pretty much talk her ear off. He'd always found it amusing, but when you came to complain about the jellies to him, he panicked and switched with Marc.

Marc, wanting to see you again, asks Steven for a favor. At first, Steven did not want to be a part of whatever scheme he was trying to do but Marc then told him that it was to make up for switching with him when he wasn't prepared in the slightest, and Steven, after a few more minutes of convincing and an offer to talk to his boss about getting him the tour guide job, begrudgingly agreed.

The next day, you walk into the gift shop, and Steven switches with Marc. The plan was that Marc would talk to you and get to know you more like a normal person, but despite popular belief, Marc is not a normal person and is instead a nervous wreck when it comes to talking with people he may or may not be...interested in. ("Steven, I refuse to call it a crush, that is just childish.") So, all he does is gawk and stare as you talk and talk and talk, complaining about everything to Donna, starting with the jellies from before to whatever else there is to complain about the museum. Donna mostly ignores you though, seemingly used to this behavior from you.

Marc does eventually get the courage to talk to you though. Once you finish your complaining and Donna walks away from the gift shop, Marc clears his throat and greets you by going "So, jellies huh?" of all things which is so lame, that he briefly thinks Steven had taken over for a second. You're taken aback of course, probably by the American accent that seems to come from a man you previously thought was British. But you seem to completely brush it off and let out an exasperated sigh, though smiling at him nonetheless. "Donna never listens. I've told her so many times that the merchandise is wrong but she completely ignores me like I'm just some kind of annoying bug," you continue to ramble with Marc only half-listening to your words, nodding and shaking his head when necessary.

It is then that the friendship between you two really started. Conversations start short but as you get to know each other, they start getting longer and longer, with you doing most of the talking and Marc chirping in with his own opinions and stories now and then. Marc had come to really enjoy your company which is odd for him since he usually was not a big fan of people who talk too much. But for some reason, as long as it's you who is doing the talking, he doesn't seem to mind at all.

After a few weeks of doing this, Marc noticed that his interest in you ("Still not calling it a crush, Steven.") had grown stronger and, if Marc's body language reading is to be trusted, then you've been showing reciprocating feelings as well. So, one day, he asks you out.

It starts like any other day with you complaining to Donna about the usual stuff and Steven switching with Marc. It's started to become sort of a routine really, one that Marc very much appreciates Steven for doing with him. Maybe Steven just likes the fact that he doesn't have to deal with Donna because of this. Either way, Marc appreciates it.

After babbling to Donna and her leaving, you stomp over to where Marc is standing and talk his ear off, the anger visibly showing in your face as you punch the air and scream into the palm of your hand now and then to not disturb any other guests in the museum. To any other person, you would look insane but to Marc? You just looked very endearing and he just couldn't help himself.

"Would you go on a date with me?"

Your body stiffens, fists pausing mid-air-punching and mouth agape. You blink. He blinks. Everything is still for just a second before-

"WHAT?!"

Marc flinches at your loud and booming voice, the people around you two immediately turn their heads to stare, including Donna who is glaring daggers into your soul. Marc glares back and Donna visibly startles, but quickly puts on her usually cocky composure before scoffing and walking further away.

He then turns to you again and watches as you profusely apologize to all the other visitors and workers in the museum for your ruckus, polite "Sorry"s and "My apologies"s pouring out your mouth. When people finally look away and focus back on their work and the artifacts, your head snaps back to him so fast, Marc is concerned for the well-being of your neck. "Yes. Of course, I'll go on a date with you." You quietly proclaim, a wide and happy grin on your face. Marc can't help but let out a quiet coo which earns him a light slap to the face from you.

After exchanging numbers, (Jake scolds him for never asking before and Marc ignores him, as usual.) you tell him that you don't want the date to be something too big as you’re not very used to big crowds or fancy dinners. Steven advises Marc to invite you into their humble abode and watch a movie. Marc tells Steven "That's a stupid idea, our apartment is a mess, no thanks to you." He says, his eyes drifting across the room where a variety of Steven's books and other miscellaneous items are carelessly thrown around the small studio. Steven scoffs and offers to clean up the room for him to which Marc stares at him suspiciously but agrees anyway. Jake tells him to watch your favorite movie since apparently, Marc has bad taste in movies. He can't believe they're wingmanning him right now.

So, he texts you their address, asks what your favorite movie is, and sets everything up for your small movie date. Not Marc's ideal kind of date but, it's your favorite movie. You're bound to talk a lot and Marc loves hearing you talk.

He'll tell Khonshu he won't be going on patrol today, and he will accept it as it is no matter what.

You never stop talking while watching the movie, pausing and commenting on every little detail that appears in each scene, and usually, this would annoy the fuck out of Marc. He likes watching his movies uninterrupted. But when it's you, and you're giving him these looks and these smiles, with your hands waving about as you explain how a certain shot was filmed, he finds that he doesn't mind. He thinks that he wouldn't mind listening to you talk and talk all day long if you would let him.

He's got it bad

Oh definitely

"Shut up." Marc quietly mutters at the annoying idiots inside of his head.

But then he hears your mouth snap shut, the comforting sound of your voice gone, making Marc turn towards you in concern. Your eyes that last shined with excitement is replaced by a gloomy look and your mouth is pulled tightly downwards into a frown. You didn't continue talking. He tilts his head in confusion at your sudden silence but before he could ask, Marc's eyes widen at the realization that you've heard him and misunderstood. He raises his hands in an act of showing comfort, his gaze automatically softening. "Not you." He says, then hesitantly grabs your hands that you had clutched close to your chest and held them in his. "God, no, not you. Please continue, I like hearing you talk." His voice is quiet at the last sentence, the tips of his ears growing red at his straight-forwardness. He doesn't take it back though when he notices the abashed look on your pretty face, the faintest pink dusted on your cheeks. Your mouth is hung open and your eyes are looking at him with so much love and adoration. If this wasn't the first date, he would've given you a short peck on the lips with how adorable you absolutely looked. Kinda reminds him of Gus a little bit.

Marc stares into your eyes for a while, the warm feeling in his heart growing warmer and warmer the longer he stares. You look beautiful like this. All of your small imperfect details glow perfectly under the light that emits from the TV. He can hear Jake urging him to "just kiss already" in the back of his head but he knows better than to listen to the man. Again, this is the first date after all.

So he takes your hands and slowly brings them up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your knuckles. The rest of your face goes bright red at this and you quickly pull your hand away and turn your face to go back to watching the movie. If Marc wasn't paying attention, he would've been offended at this gesture but it was obvious to anyone that you were simply only flustered at his flirtatious antics.

He lets out an amused huff of laughter and continues to sit and pretend like he's paying attention to the screen when it is obvious that the only thing his attention is on, is you. You and your flailing hands and beautiful voice ramble on and on, completely drowning out Jake and Steven's teasing coming from the mirror behind him.

There are a million other voices in his head, not belonging to any of the other guys but simply his own, yelling at him that this is a bad idea, that getting attached to you is a bad idea, that even being around you right now is already a danger to your life. But, Marc doesn't focus on that. Not right now. Right now, he focuses on you and the way you've just paused the movie again, pointing at one of the characters and spouting out whatever complaint or praise that you have for them.

Marc only stares with love-struck eyes, not paying attention and thinking in his head about how terribly screwed he is for falling so fast for your loud and non-stop babbling mouth with his stupid grin that never seems to leave his face when he's around you.

So what if he's acting like a lovesick fool right now?

If it's with you, he doesn't mind too much.

#marc spector x reader #marc spector #x reader #steven grant #jake lockley #marc spector x reader imagine #marc spector x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader #moon knight x reader

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ant1quarian · 1 month

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phoenix crimson x dust ideas... fuel my brainrott the fire is dying (not really lol but still! I wanna know what you come up with!)

I shall attempt to think up ideas

I can imagine Dust (after he gets over his engrained fear of Crimson's fire) snuggling up to them randomly whenever he gets a bit chilly

I feel like sometimes Dust likes to create igloos on the rare occasions the edges of his territory get snow.

( Snow in avian territories is different. Something about the magic lacing the borders affecting most rain-and-snowfall, blah blah blah yeah you get the gist I assume )

These igloos or little snow caves are heat-resistant enough to not melt for a long while, so it'll become a technical nest for a while.

Dust loves the cold, but he also loves to cuddle up against a certain Cosmos made of fire.

Sometimes Dust will prance around the place if he's in a good mood. It's out of habit- something he did when he was younger. Back when he was a cocky little shit

He also likes to show Crimson his wings when he notices something has changed, or he's begun to molt. He likes his wings quite a bit

Will actively challenge Crimson to races, as they're the only one that can actually fly faster than he can- something practically unheard of

#undertale fandom #crimsondust my beloved #they're so silly #arian's avians #arian's asks #avians #aviantale #dust sans

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u/bottlemaking

AITA for leaving everyone behind on a dangerous Island ?

To make the story as short and concise as possible I, [ early20something M ] went, and set sail to an Island just off the border of the Ecclesia sea called The Faction Isles. It's whole schtick is to choose one of the 4 factions [Herons, Kestrels, Nightingales, and Kites] . Seems to be fine and dandy right? Make friends, go on adventures, sing some shanties, all that lavish stuff yada yada.

Well turns out, the Faction Isles we find out that it is essentially a food farm for a power hungry Cult Leader, and God. It's kind of the main reason on why several people went missing over the passing months..... because they got kidnapped. That being said I also got kidnapped once and saw so much people die in front of me [one of them being my best friend]. Oh forgot to mention someone released the horrors so that's that. So much happened that I cannot just summarize it down in one page but that's the gist of it.

After ... everything. I decided to just to, you know, leave, get the fuck out. Witnessing this much is really bad for the noggin, speaking from experience. So I brought my good friend, lets just call her L [f 20plussomething] and prepare to set sail. I mean it was a "wonderful" experience on the Isles I will admit , but it's high time to end this chapter of my life, besides The Isles are too much for my liking. Before I left though , I wanted to say goodbye to all my fellow pirates. The reception was ..... mixed. Some respected my decision , bid Adieu, and hope we meet again [we won't].

The others called me selfish for leaving "after all we went through you just leave blah blah blah myeh myeh" you get the idea.

It's been days since Me and L left the Isles. I think I made the right choice lest I be die a horrible death, but I still think about their words sometimes and it made me feel a tiny bit [a small regular amount] of guilt [just abit though]. But for the most part I almost regret nothing.

So AITA , for leaving everyone behind? I need to know.

Edit: So You may never guess, but I went back to the Isles. I just want to go back to see thing play out, nothing more, nothing less. I just heard that everyone, want to fight God, and I want to see that okay? Now if you guys don't get an update I'm probably most likely dead. [Oh yeah L is fine by the way she stopped by one of the towns far away from wherever I am]

Post submitted by an anonymous user!

#pirates smp #owengejuicetv #mcytaita #piratesaita #submitted post #20+ votes #results: jah

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thatsokayy · 2 years

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“I’d Probably Still Adore You With Your Hands Around My Neck” - Sou Hiyori | Shin Tsukimi x Fem Reader

You've got something Sou wants, so you offer a trade. The stress of all that's happened really starts to pile on two horny young adults who have a lot of heated tension.

Tagged:

he's addressed as sou bc this is before his name reveal and you're in the game blah blah, takes place chapter 2 part 1, enemies to enemies with benefits, Barebacking, Creampie, Doggy Style, Wall Sex, Riding, Cowgirl Position, Vaginal Sex, Breeding, long intro with equally long sex scenes, Begging, he's vocal, Whining, Reader-Insert, he calls you "miss", Female Reader, Vaginal Fingering, Hickeys, Bruising

6,620 words

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37517044

full fic under cut

The ruined corridor was extremely eerie. You hated being in there alone, especially with Kanna's trial room at the end of the hallway, disturbingly similar to your own. It felt as if you were presented with the puzzle ages ago, and when because of you that stranger you were paired up with…

You trudged one with heavy steps. You had a mission and you were determined to go through with it.

You heard the confrontation between Keiji, Sara, and Sou a little while ago. You were in the dark about a few things, but some eavesdropping let you in on the gist of what was going on… Kai's laptop found on the first floor was discovered again. Keiji, Q-taro, and Sara lost it and Sou got it back somehow, and he had the charger for it. Keiji and Sara seemed to be having some conflict with each other, which could be a real issue for everybody since they were the backbone of most operations.

Everyone else tended to float to their side. Sou was a bit of an instigator, with the suspicion upon him that he influenced Joe’s card in the last Main Game and generally being an asshole to everyone who even tried to converse with him.

You felt terrible for Sara. You couldn’t even get close to imagining what it felt like to lose your best friend to something that was uncontrollable. Just having to see a complete stranger die brutally was sickening itself, but your best friend? She was so young too.

Regarding who was on whose side, you were more in the middle of the bunch. Sure, you agreed with Sara and her group’s ideals; everyone ought to work together to get out of this hell hole. But your distrust of the others, especially that shady Keiji guy, made it hard to stick around with them. You were definitely not on Sou’s side, that was for certain. Just thinking about how he’d been manipulating poor Kanna to do his bidding made your teeth grind. He was shrewd, rude, and had even convinced you that he was a good guy when all of you first met. His change in face hurt you more than you’d like to admit; you’d taken a real liking to him and considered him a close companion… at least, as close as you could get to someone after knowing them for only a short time.

The introduction of the Me-Tokens enticed you, especially with the opportunity of uncovering Sou’s secrets. You had formulated a plan to get some of his Tokens, which required you to give him a taste of his own medicine. Your excellent snooping skills provided you with a boon that he would without a doubt try to get from you. He knew more about this terrible game than he was letting on. Maybe his Sou-Tokens could give you some insight?

All this is what led up to you wandering through the ruined corridor, seeking out Sou.

The creepiest room, but also the most likely one to find him in, was the room with its entrance covered in rubble. No light came from within it, but there was an odd buzzing as if something electrical was powered on. As you carefully edged around the corner, you began to hear the clicking of typing on a keyboard.

It had to be Sou, no doubt about it. It was too dark to see anything clearly, but the outline of a person hunched over a laptop was sitting in there. You had to be quiet and cautious. If he caught wind of you sneaking up to him, he’d run out and your plan would be foiled.

It would require some physical strength to hold him down so he couldn’t escape. You weren’t worried about that part because Sou was surely not capable of fighting back against you. You were mostly concerned that he would yell out and scream, but that wasn’t likely because he wouldn’t want the others to come in, considering a certain group of people may join in with you by holding him immobile as they stole the laptop, leaving your own end of the scheme unresolved.

You crept slowly, making sure you wouldn’t accidentally trip over any rubble, which got easier as your eyes adjusted to the darkness. You suspected Sou would be more alert considering everyone hated his guts and letting his guard down could mean life or death, but he didn’t turn around as you approached slowly, your calves aching as you tiptoed agonizingly slow.

Once you were close enough, you observed what he was doing. He was on the lock screen of the laptop, trying to guess the new password. He sat with his head resting on his chin, deep in thought.

This was your chance, and it might be the only one you get.

With swift movements, you tightly snagged his wrist and pushed his shoulder against the back of the chair, making him unable to turn and see who his attacker was.

“Fuck!” Sou’s tone was one of complete shock, but he was smart enough to hush himself down. He was cunning and good at smoothly talking his way out of things, but that wouldn’t work now if someone walked in considering most of the other participants would rather see him dead.

“Listen, don’t yell. I wanna talk to you,” you mumbled. His shoulders seemed to untense a moment after recognizing your voice, or he was so weak that he couldn’t put up a fight anymore after only a few seconds of struggling.

“Talk to me? Sure,” he replied. “If you’re trying to get the laptop back, don’t even bother.”

You eased your grip on his shoulder and he sucked in a breath through his teeth as he rolled it. “I’m not interested in the laptop. Like I said, just a talk is all I’m looking for,” you said.

Sou laughed, but it was a bitter one and you anticipated a snarky comment to follow it. “Yeah, just a talk. Right.” He turned his head up to look at you, eyes narrowed in a scowl. You caught a glimpse of his collar tucked under his scarf.

“If you want a talk with me, let go of me. You’re gonna leave bruises,” he said as he yanked his arm and you complied. He shut the laptop, standing up and shaking his now-freed hand in the process.

He leaned in closer to you as he talked as if to intimidate you. It didn’t work very well, considering you were surrounded by taller-than-average men ever since you got to this game who were much more unnerving with appearances alone. Sou was unpredictable and cunning, which was menacing in its own way. At least he had that going for him.

“Are you here to be Miss Sara’s little spy? Interrogate me on what I know? I told you all already that I’m just as much in the dark as the rest of you,” he sneered.

You wanted to slap him silly, tell him to back up a little. That would get you nowhere though. Instead of responding, you pulled out the smartphone from Kanna’s trial room from your pocket. Sou’s aggravating smirk quickly changed to a frown and he lunged for the phone. You were quicker than him, however, and kept it out of his reach.

“I knew you wanted this,” you said. Earlier, you witnessed Sara and Kanna heading to the sickening trial room at the end of the hallway and Sou arriving with Alice. That was suspicious in its own right, but after seeing Sou and Sara each eye the room as they passed, you went in on your own to try and figure out what was in there.

From the exclamation Sara gave when she went in with Kanna in tow, you expected to see her sister’s mangled body or traces of it. Luckily, the room had been cleaned up. However, you spotted the smartphone under the bed with a disturbingly horrible message meant for Kanna’s eyes: a goodbye message from her sister telling Kanna to go to hell for ditching her.

You figured this is what Sou wanted and snatched it up before anyone else could enter the room. This is how you ended up with it, and you were evidently right about your assumption. Sou stared at you in distaste, accepting that he couldn’t steal it out of your hand and avoid any bartering.

“You’re real sneaky. Someone like you has a real chance of winning this game, huh?” He paired this comment with a slight smile, the same one he gave you when he first introduced himself as the timid job hopper.

Whether you had the skills to win or lose wasn’t your top concern, although it would come up eventually, wouldn’t it? It was unavoidable. You felt a pit in your stomach when you realized this is how he so easily got people to trust him; snide comments that hit you right in your weak spot.

“I want to make a trade. Your Tokens for the phone. How about that?” You said.

Sou’s eyebrow cocked. “You just had to get yourself into something that didn’t involve you, Miss (y/n).” He readjusted the laptop under his arm. “Alright, I’ll trade you some. Don’t expect me to fork over all—”

Voices from the hallway grew louder as they got closer to the room the two of you were in. You recognized Q-taro’s booming voice and Keiji’s smooth mumbles.

“Look, I know y’all probably don’t wanna talk t’me right now, but I just wanna say I’m sorry,” Q-taro said.

You couldn’t hear Keiji’s response, but it seemed to aggravate Q-Taro since his tone got considerably louder.

The air left your lungs as Sou swiftly pulled you against him, hiding behind the wall so that the men wouldn’t spot you two if they decided to check the room. His hand covered your mouth as his other wrapped around your waist, holding you close.

His palm was sweaty against your lips which made you grimace in disgust, but the pressure of his chest rising and falling against your back and his quick breaths tickling your ears made your heart pound. You hated Sou, you really did, but being this close to anybody would naturally get a reaction out of anyone. You could smell the scent of the communal bath's shampoo, he was incredibly warm, and your body held against his with no discomfort or awkward angles.

He didn't move an inch as he listened to ensure Keiji and Q-taro weren't in the corridor anymore. His fingers dug into your hips, holding you flush against him.

Sou emptied all the held air in his lungs with a large sigh and moved his hand away from your mouth once he judged that the coast was clear. "We'll talk in your room. If anyone asks, say we're trading our Tokens. Do not mention the laptop or the phone. If you do anything to mess with our deal…" He paused to give you time to assume what he meant.

You pulled away from him and gave yourself a few feet of distance. Goosebumps remained on your arms and you tried to calm your heart from exploding out of your chest. You realized how cold the room was now that he wasn't holding you tight against him. "What're you gonna do?" You mocked.

“Don’t play around with me,” he replied. “We’ve got another Main Game coming up.”

The fact that he could say such heartless things without hesitation made your stomach twist. Sou was more determined to get out of here than anyone and was prepared to drag everyone down with him if he couldn’t win. You thanked whatever cruel higher power that was watching you that he was the only one who seemed to have such evil intentions out of all the people here.

The walk back to your room was silent. You trailed behind Sou, making sure he didn’t try to do anything suspicious. Now and then he’d turn around to scoff at you or see if you were planning something, but otherwise, he kept quiet. The two of you didn’t encounter anyone on the way to your room. You opened the door for him and nodded his head as thanks.

You locked the door and sat on the bed while Sou took a seat on one of the chairs. He removed Kai’s laptop from the inside of his jacket and took out his wallet, jingling with Tokens. You held the phone tight in your hand.

“Tell me why you wanted my Tokens,” he said. “Otherwise I refuse to give them to you.”

Wasn’t it obvious? What else are they for? “Take a wild guess, Sou.”

“I have to make sure you’re not in cahoots with that damn policeman and his little friend,” he said. He tugged on his scarf to adjust it.

“When’s the last time you saw me talking with them, hm?” You stood up in front of him. “I’m not trying to trade them to anyone else. Give me fifty for the prize exchange.”

Sou cocked an eyebrow. “Oh, you wanna know what my profile says about me? I’m just as curious as you.”

Good, you thought. He seems to be open for a trade. “I’ll show you what’s on it if you trade the Tokens for the smartphone. Otherwise, I’m keeping the phone.”

You had no idea what his intentions were for the phone. Did he want Kanna to see the message her sister left for her? Another way to break her and command her to do his bidding? He seemed to want it pretty badly; he was eyeing it in your hand through the entire conversation.

“I can’t let you see what's on my profile,” he mumbled. The sudden change in his tone made you wary of him.

“Why not? Maybe you’re tied to this game in some way. We already know our kidnappers are capable of creepy realistic dolls and accurate AI. Who’s to say they can’t give you some kind of amnesia so you forget what you knew about them?” You said.

“Aren’t you at all suspicious as to why Kai had Sara’s family name as the password? The emails? If you want to know something about the Game, get her Tokens. I won’t have anything about it in mine.” Sou stood up now to match your position. He leaned close, head tilted to the side. The laptop was placed on the chair, so even if you did try to lunge for it, he could easily reach it before you.

He was being logical about that. But Sara’s profile wouldn’t have anything about her family, other than where they lived maybe. It’d only have information about herself. Unless she was a crazy good liar and as willing as Sou to let people die, especially her very own friend Joe, you didn’t expect her to secretly know anything about the game either.

“You’re being pretty stupid,” Sou said bluntly. “Give me the damn phone. I’ll make sure to not throw you under the bus later on. Unless… you’re willing to put Gin’s life on the line too? Maybe poor Sara's?"

At first, you paused to make sure you heard him right. The realization that he meant what he said forced a shocked laugh out of you. “Don’t bring them into this! They're just kids!”

“Oh, I shouldn’t bring them into this, huh? You’re saying this to me and not the sick fucks who put us and innocent kids into this Game?!” He brought his hand up to your chin, gripping it hard to make sure you wouldn’t turn away from his gaze. He stared into your eyes, the corners of his mouth upturned in a malicious smile.

You could feel your heart drop into your stomach. You could easily pull away from his grasp, but you were struck with such strong unease that your body wasn’t responding to your brain’s signals to move! Push him away!

Bringing your hand up, you gripped his wrist and clenched your jaw. “Don’t try to scare me with your silly little threats,” you replied.

Your response caused him to cock an eyebrow. He let out a huff. “‘Silly’, Miss (y/n)? You think I’m talking out of my ass?” He slowly turned your face to the side, then to the other as if he was observing you and getting a good look at your features for the first time.

“Sure, you got away with it in the first Main Game, but are you strong enough to do it again this time? Or are you gonna pussy out of it?” You managed to give him a smartass smirk to really push in your point.

The next few events happened so fast and so unexpectedly that you couldn’t process what was going on until it was well underway. After his features flashed with abhorrence, just for a split second, Sou moved his hand from your chin to the back of your head, fingers intertwining in the roots of your hair as he pulled back. Not hard enough to cause severe pain, but enough where you cried out with a yelp and thought, what a fucking dick! Playing dirty! Is he seriously going to get physical just because I called him a pussy?!

His face leaned into the crook of your neck and you felt the unexpected pain of his teeth biting down on the sensitive skin, then suckling on the same spot.

Your pained cries forcefully turned to staggered whimpers, because although you had no idea what the hell he was trying to accomplish with this, you were begrudgingly enjoying it. His other arm wrapped around the small of your back to steady you, more like keep you from pulling away, as he burrowed his face into your neck and shoulders, nipping and sucking till you were sure you’d have a big ugly patch of red and purple trailing down the right side of your neck.

You knew you’d eventually collapse if he continued his attack on your skin. Your legs felt like jelly and your gut was twisting with giddy butterflies. Sou suddenly pulled away and shoved you to the side against the wall. Your palms met the wall with a smack, and you felt the ebbing pain similar to that when you fall on your ass and use your hands to catch yourself. He gave you no time to turn around and retort because he was upon you again, his fingers interlocking with yours above your head as he held you pressed against the wall.

You realized that you had dropped the smartphone by this point, but that was the least of your concerns right now. His knee nudged and pushed against your clothed cunt from behind, giving it just enough friction to cause your breathing to come out in quick, heavy huffs.

When you craned your neck around to try and look him in the eyes, he moved in, smashing his lips against yours fervently and rather rough. His hands pushed down on yours, making your wrists ache and skin sting.

Sou pulled back for a breather and looked at you with a dumbstruck look on his face. His eyes trailed the bruises on your neck, then he met your gaze.

You took this opportunity to finally voice the thoughts in your head, although you didn’t actively try to pull away your hands. You very well could, if you wanted to. Curiosity of what was to come and his intentions got the best of you. “What the fuck are you doing? Are you trying to get me to admit something?! Y—”

“Oh my god, just shut up, Miss (y/n). You’re so noisy. Too damn noisy,” he said with a chuckle under his breath. The feeling of his breath hitting the nape of your neck sent a dizzying shiver of arousal to your cunt. He leaned in again, and you could tell this time he tried to not be so rude and pushy with his kiss, waiting until you initiated the movement and prodded your tongue against his lower lip before he continued. His hand trailed down to get under your shirt, making his way to your tits, thumbing your pebbled nipples and squeezing the flesh tight. His hand was cold and provided an interesting sensation that you guiltily enjoyed, clearly, with how you couldn’t help but grind against his thigh pushing up between your legs.

The smartphone was nowhere to be seen, neither of you paying any mind to it now considering the situation presenting itself. You’d gotten into this intending to get something useful out of it; gaining his Tokens, any information Sou had been withholding from the rest of the group, or even an answer on why he wasn’t collaborating with the others. But all that escaped your mind as he fondled your breasts, fingers tracing over your sensitive nipples, his lips pushing against yours as if you’d back away if he held off even a bit. He pressed against your ass, the growing pressure of his cock insistent and pushy as the two of you got more intimate.

You bit his lip, demanding him to go deeper, farther with the kiss, but he pulled away, leaving you hot and bothered. Either he was teasing you or didn’t know what he was doing, but it was getting really annoying having to stop when it was just getting good.

Sou moved his hand down to unbuckle his belt, tossing it to the side without care as to the noise it made when it hit the floor. He unzipped his pants and lowered them, and you suddenly felt shame at what the two of you were doing.

Just a bit ago you swore you wanted to punch his stupid face in. Now, you could feel your cunt anticipating his entrance, fucking you hard against the wall, hearing his annoying voice whine your name with an affectionate “Miss” before it. Even the mere thought of what he could do to you in such a compromising position caused your legs to clasp together as your pussy clenched with delirious lust. Sou was leaning his head against your shoulder, watching your eyes slowly shut as your imagination ran amok.

“What are you waiting for?” You heatedly asked. “Is this your sick idea of a joke?”

“Yeah, ‘cuz I’d be pinning you against the wall and groping your chest as a joke. You’re real dumb, Miss (y/n).” Sou reached to grab your hips and pushed his growing hard-on against your ass, burying his face into the crook of your neck with a jagged sigh as you cooperated and pushed back against him.

His fingers slowly moved to the front of your pants, where he unbuttoned them and began to pull them down along with your panties. He let them fall to your ankles, but before his hands returned to your hips he dragged a knuckle against your throbbing clit, forcing a strained whine from your throat.

The whole situation wasn't very romantic, rather a step-by-step process as he grew more adventurous and pushed his boundaries. Sou reached to grab the meat of your ass, nails digging into the crease of your thighs. You couldn't do much except stare at the bare wall in embarrassment, sure that if you were facing him you wouldn't be able to look him in the eyes.

“What happened to you giving me daggers, hm?” A slight jiggle as he clutched your cheek in his hand, but you held your tongue. “You weren’t afraid to talk back. What happened?”

He smacked your ass without warning, making you suck in a quick breath through clenched teeth. He laughed at the reaction and gripped it once more before he slid his hand to your soaking cunt, two fingers pressing tentatively at the entrance.

You eased your feet apart, although you didn’t do it consciously, to give him more room as he pushed in, the slick from the prolonged tension making it an easy task. His fingers were slender and he prodded your walls, gauging your reactions with each push. When he got a quiet moan out of you, he began to finger-fuck you vigorously and you gripped the wall for support to no avail.

“You take it so good, (y/n). So wet for me. Was it from the arguing? My pervy touches? Do you like being cornered like this?” He paused to breathe, the action of fingering your tight pussy taking a lot out of him.

“You’re so annoying. I could say the same about you. I can feel how hard you are when you're grinding against my ass,” you whispered as the tips of his fingers careened against the bundle of nerves, sending a fresh wave of lustful intoxication to your head. He favored the spot after that and moved his other hand to press down on your clit and rub small circles over the bud.

Your inner thigh muscles began to strain as you approached an orgasm. You reached for his wrist to try and steady yourself, feeling distressed at how much you enjoyed Sou’s fingers spreading open your cunt.

“You're gonna make m- me… cum,” you said, your voice warbled with the pressing build-up of your orgasm, coated with a thin layer of shame at how easy he brought you to it.

With no control over your body anymore, your thighs snapped shut as you came, slick coating his fingers as he fucked you as best as he could while your walls clenched around his digits. You squeezed his wrist tight in an attempt to cull his motions on your sensitive clit, the feeling borderline painful as you rode down your climax and he pulled out his fingers.

You panted heavily, wiping at your mouth to make sure you hadn't drooled during your delirious state of mind while you only focused on the feeling of Sou's fingers curling up into you. He left you winded as your pussy slowly clenched around nothing, waiting and begging for more.

Behind you, Sou was pulling down his underwear, stroking himself with your cum still on his fingers. He didn’t give you a chance to rest before he prodded your pussy with his tip, leaning in to bite the lobe of your ear.

“Bend over for me more, ‘kay?” He mumbled, slowly rubbing his cock as he pulled back on your hip, trying to make you push against it and meet him halfway.

Rather than a response, you brought your hand back and began to pump his cock quickly, making him stutter out an exclamation. He dug his nails into your hip, trying to keep his cool and hold down any urges to whine.

“Ah, fuck,” he whispered, having the ability to pull away from your grasp but choosing not to. “Qu- quit it, or else I’ll tell them how you begged me for this, begged me to fuck you.”

You figured it would only be fair to get him off without the help of your cunt surrounding his achingly hard cock, but a flash of thought about him pushing into you made you decide otherwise. As much as you hated to admit it, the only thing you were craving right now was him thrusting into you, his snide comments mumbled into your ear as you took it like a good girl, just as he wanted. He sure was good at manipulating your own feelings; he made you hate him one moment and desperate for him to fuck into you the next.

You were sure he wouldn't tell the others about your little get together, but you wordlessly complied, moving to place your hands up on the wall, jutting out your bottom slightly to give him a better vantage to fuck you, and it took it as an invitation to get right to it. Lubing up his cock with your juices, he dragged in along your folds, making you let out an exasperated huff.

You were getting impatient, the teasing almost unbearable. If he kept this up, soon enough the others would start to look for you two and you’d have to part ways for the time being. Who knew when you’d get a chance to be alone again? And would he be willing to do it again?

The fact that you even thought that bothered you, although you weren’t surprised anymore. By this point you realized you liked him, really liked him, at least in a sexual way.

Which was a real shame, considering how much of an asshole he was.

You were about to turn around and complain to him, sarcastically tell him to keep taking his sweet time, but he pushed into you without notice and you felt the air you didn’t realize you were holding leave your lungs.

Sou mimicked your exhale, taking a moment to bask in the feeling before he slowly bottomed out, watching himself disappear into you. He held his hands on your waist, holding you in place. After a moment, he raised his head to look at you, a smug smile on his face.

“You feel awfully good, Miss (y/n). I wouldn’t complain if we happened to be alone again and you were up for it,” Sou said.

It’s as if he read your mind. “Oh yeah?” You mused. But that was all you would say to encourage him.

He slowly moved your hips against his as he worked up to the pace he wanted, sliding in and out of you with ease. The position he had you in made it so his cock slid against your front wall as it pushed in, making your clit jolt slightly as your spongey G-spot was gently massaged with each thrust.

Sou adjusted once more; he wrapped his right arm around your pelvis as if he was hugging you from behind, and the other snaked up to grip at your tits. He gave your nipple a small pinch and you whimpered at the touch.

That seemed to trigger something for him because he picked up his pace, his newfound arm position allowing him to pull you against his own thrusts, your ass meeting his thighs as the skin slapped with hollow claps. He rested his head into the crook of your neck once more and you could feel his hot breath fan against the skin on your nape, a million nerves lighting up at the sensation.

He rutted into you without care as to how you felt. The searing ache of being fucked hard with reckless abandon was dulled by the surge of hormones you were feeling, your pussy being stretched out for the first time in a while. You were sure you’d be aching by the time you went to sleep. Lewd squelches came from you as he pumped into you, and your deep breaths turned into strained moans as his cock continued to brush past your frontal wall.

Moving his hand from your tits, he brought it down to your clit once more and rubbed his fingers against your sore bud, begging for some kind of attention. Your muscles were aching and weak from the constant strain of being near orgasm for so long, your head dizzy from the haze of arousal.

You could hear hints of whines under Sou's breath as he exhaled against your neck. The realization that his uncontrolled utterings were your doing made your cunt squeeze around his cock, which caused him to moan, his lips brushing against your neck.

“Damn it,” he said. “You’ve already got me close.” He paused to take a breath. “Y- you feel so good. So good, (y/n).”

He continued to rut into you, but his pace began to get sloppy as he neared his own climax. The irregular, rough thrusts into your G-spot paired with his slim fingers attacking your swollen clit, along with his soft mutterings of your name against your neck brought you over the edge and you came once more, coating his dick with your creamy release.

The tightening of your pussy dragged him to his climax, and he tightened his grip on your pelvis with a heavy moan as he fucked into you once, twice, three times, pushing his hot load deep into you.

He remained in you for a bit, panting against your skin, although now he moved to rest his forehead against your shoulder blade. He didn’t have the strength in him to make a clever comment. He pulled out after his breathing returned to normal and began gathering his clothes.

You stood against the wall for a moment before moving towards him, grabbing his arm and pulling him to the bed.

“What do you want now?” He questioned, but he followed you and let you move his body.

“Lay down on the bed,” you replied.

Sou raised an eyebrow at you, moving to lay down and adjusting the pillows behind his back. You moved in, positioning your knees next to his hips. He suddenly had a bashful look on his face, although he kept up his cocky tone.

“You��re taking the reins now? You sure you can handle it?” He teased.

In place of a response, you lowered yourself down onto his dick, grinding your wet core against his shaft. He gaped as you slowly dragged in between your folds, moving his hands to your hips to give himself a better vantage to push up against you.

Sou struggled to keep his composure, biting his lip as his fingertips pushed into the flesh of your hips.

“You don’t like the teasing very much, do you?” You braced your hand on the headboard behind him. A particularly deep grind had both you and him releasing a gasp.

He shut his eyes and tilted his head back. “Please, Miss (y/n). Don’t make me wait any longer.”

That did it for you. Lifting yourself up, you reached between your thighs to align his hard-on with your entrance before slowly lowering yourself down.

The sound he uttered as he entered you was heaven to your ears. It made your cunt flutter with anticipation, and you hurriedly settled your weight on top of him.

You were hyper-aware of how he felt in you, from the slight curve and pressure in your lower gut. He kept his eyes shut, his fingers pinching the skin of your hips. You wanted to tease him and make him wait just as he did to you, but a primal urge to let his dick slide into you was overwhelming. Using your hands on the headboard and his chest to balance yourself, you began to move on top of him. The bouncing was already making your thighs sore from exertion, but you ignored it. You paused now and then to grind down on him, your clit rubbing against his pelvis, slick with a mixture of your natural lube and his load from before slowly leaking out of you.

Sou groaned with each thrust, and you could feel him pulling down on your waist to help aid your pace. After you arched back once more to grind down on him, he let out a deep moan and adjusted his legs behind you. He pulled you down for a kiss, tilting his head to the side to deepen it. With you leaning down to meet his mouth, he thrust up into you. His arms hugged your waist as he rut into you, his tongue pushing against yours. Your hand moved to grip the roots of his soft hair, plastered to his forehead from the sweat. In any other situation, it would’ve been pretty gross. But now, it intensified your lust, and you probably looked just as disheveled as him.

The slap of skin on skin echoed in the room, and your moans accompanied it as he increased his pace, nails digging into your sides. His cock pushed and dragged against your walls, stretching you painfully. You didn’t care about much else except reaching an orgasm, having his hot seed coat the inside of your cunt, already layered with his load from before.

He pulled away from the kiss and you rested your forehead on his. “Fuck, (y/n), don’t stop,” he whined. “I’m close, I’m really close. Don’t stop, please let me cum in you again.” His voice was strained, interrupting himself as he panted and huffed. “You feel so good.”

Sou’s vocal praises were enough to bring you to your climax, letting out a whine as your vision went white with heavy arousal. You couldn’t move anymore, your thigh muscles twitching and aching as your cunt squeezed around him, attempting to milk out all he had in him.

“Just like that,” he muttered. “Oh, Miss (y/n).” With a few more unpatterned thrusts, he yanked you down so you were flush against his hips as he came in you, his cum spreading in your pussy.

You felt it drip from you, the sheer amount of it too much as he pulled out of you. You laid on top of him, your head in the crook of his neck. Your chests met as you heaved and panted, the heat of his body almost overwhelming combined with your own. His scarf had been tossed away somewhere in the moment, although you weren’t sure when. It was all a blur, heavy desire blinding you and focusing your thoughts on one thing only.

He rubbed your back slowly as the two of you calmed down. After a bit, he gently slapped your back to tell you that he wanted up, and you rolled over to let him get up.

You lay atop the covers, watching him get dressed. You felt gross and sticky, but you were way too tired to care about that at the moment. He shot you looks as he dressed, but not the same ones he had given you before: rude ones meant to piss you off. He watched you stare at him.

"Don't think this was some kind of favor," Sou said. His voice reminded you of when the two of you first met; calm and timid, a little bit shy at the prospect of talking to a girl. "I think we both needed some kind of release like that. I'd rather you go to me for it than… Keiji, or Alice, or Q-taro." The last part was hushed as if he didn't want you to hear it.

If you two hadn’t been in a killing game, you’d be offering to let him stay the night. Tell him you’d call him soon for another meetup. Promising to make him breakfast in the morning. In another life, you really wished that was true and that you two were having a normal hookup, not a horny fuck prompted by the heat of the argument. The stress piling on and on from this sick game had a strange effect on people, and evidently, sex is what you and Sou demanded to help ease it.

But once he got everything together, he went to the door and let himself out.

Before he completely left, though, he turned to you one last time. “Listen, Miss (y/n). Don’t try snooping for information about me. You won’t find anything worthwhile,” he said. “And try asking Safalin for something to help with…” He gestured to his neck, and you suddenly remembered the barrage of bites he laid on your neck in the beginning, no doubt large bruises by now.

He shut the door behind him, and you realized that in his hand was the very same smartphone that you were going to use for your end of the bargain.

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