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darkyuffie-blog · 7 months

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18+ One Shot. Billy Hargrove (stranger Things) X OC Rubie. Minors do not read, k thanks. CHEERS TO US Rubie normally wasn't one for parties, but she had just caught her boyfriend cheating on her last week and needed something interesting to take her mind off the bullshit of a wasted two-year relationship. She walked in dressed in a above the knee blue and black plaid skirt, black fishnets, her black and white doc marten boots, and a tight fitting Metalica T-shirt. Her eyes were a lovely grey blue color, a smokey black eyeshadow and some mascara was the only makeup she wore. Her long black hair was pulled into a ponytail with a strand lose on each side to frame her pale face. She had a small blue metallic hoop in her lower lip right in the center and a tattoo on her thigh of a crescent moon with a black raven standing on it. A nod to Edgar Allan Poe who she had always been fond of reading.

She quickly found her a spot out of the way in the dining room. She leaned up against the wall by the back door, beer in hand sipping at it as she watched the other people around her mingle. Some girls were dancing in front of the entrance to the dining area, lewdly grinding on one another, drinks in hand, with some guys watching on in dumb struck awe. She rolled her eyes and slipping out the back door sitting on a soft lawn chair and pulling a book out of her bag. A collection of some of Edgar's best works, by the condition of the spine of the book, it was well loved. When she was done with her beer a guy came out and handed her another with a wink like he knew she needed the alcohol. She looked up at him and knew who he was though they never really spoke, had one class together in College this semester. She knew he was a bit older than her. Billy…that was his name. She nodded and mumbled a thank you before cracking it open drinking down half of it then went back to her book. "Need another come find me and let me know baby girl." She nodded and Billy went back inside.

She remembers him having anger issues back in high school but again, she never really spoke to him then either being a grade under him. She finished the beer he had brought her bringing her total to four now. She felt a little better, thoughts of her cheat of an ex Tyler completely fading from memory. She leaned her head back against the cool brick of the house and sighed. She heard someone sit in the chair beside her, assuming Billy had come back out to find her. Her eyes stayed closed as she talked. "Come to bring me more alcohol stud?" The laugh in response had her eyes popping open. That was NOT his laugh. She felt a warm hand against her thigh and shot daggers into the man beside her. Carver… smug bastard was one of Tyler's friends from basketball. "What do you want Carver…" he squeezed her thigh with a dark smile. "Well, Ty told me his goth bitch of a woman dumped him. Something about you catching him with Carol? Surprised ya didn't catch him sooner. He was cheating on you for an entire year babe. Ya know, I could take your mind off of him."

"The drinks are doing plenty to take my mind off him. You being here only makes it worse actually because you knew he was stepping out on me Carver." She rolled her eyes at the man beside her. His hand slid beneath her skirt and she jumped up slapping him across his face with a loud SMACK. "You have a girl Jason! Chrissy is a good chick and deserves better than your dirt bag ass!" She stomped away to go inside but he yanked her back with a tight grip on her wrist and an angry scowl. She looked at him realizing she had cut his chick with one of her black painted nails. "shit…" He grinned down at her darkly. "Yeah shit! You fucking made me bleed cunt… no one makes me bleed without consequences." He rose up a fist to hit her but then there was a crack to the side of his head and he went down with a loud groan. Rubie swung around seeing a rage filled Billy Hargrove standing there. He shoved her behind himself to block her from Jason. "Best for you to stay on the fucking concrete if you know what's good for you Carver. I will break your fucking face…"

Jason spit blood on Bill's boot and went to stand up, unsuccessful as Billy kicked him in his chest making him fall back over with a grunt and a gasp for air. Rubie pulled on Billy's arm and he turned to her his rage filled blue grey eyes looking down on her, they softened when he looked at her grey eyes seeing her sadness there. "Billy…can we just…get out of here please. I don't want to be here anymore." He looked back at Jason on the ground and nodded once he saw he wasn't going to cause more issues. He took Rubie's hand and led her back through the house and the crowd of people and then out the front door and down the block to his Camaro. "Him or one of those other cocks ever give you issues again…you come fucking get me. Got it." She nodded and he continued to look at her expectantly. "Y…yes sir, come get you, understood." He smiled and leaned down kissing her cheek. "Good girl. Now get in the car. I'm getting you the fuck away from here." She nodded and slid into the passenger seat when he opened her door. He shut it behind her and she buckled in, putting her book back into her purse and setting it in the floor.

Once he was settled in he turned on the radio "Rock You Like A Hurricane" by the Scorpions came through it. He drummed his fingers on his steering wheel to the beat of the music. His other hand rested on her thigh unless he was shifting gears. She looked over to him, he was smiling to himself and she blushed a bit. He looked even more perfect when he smiled. His blonde curls framed his face perfect and he had a dagger shaped earring hanging down from his ear. He looked like a damned model. How can one man look so damn flawless. The small scar through his brow somehow just added to his looks. She knew enough about Billy to know that he knew he looked good to. In high school he had a different girl hanging off his arm every week. She bit her lower lip a bit, teeth clicking against her lip ring. He smirked to her and gave her a wink flashing her his gorgeous teeth then turned his focus back to the road.

A lake came into view, Lover's Lake to be precise. She hadn't been here since her first date with fucking Tyler where he got handsy with her in his truck. The night ended in nothing for her and him cumming in her mouth, ugh… he never focused on her during sexual encounters now that she thought about it. Which made her even more pissed now because when she had walked in on him and Carol she had been sitting on his face. Fucker. She balled a hand in a fist and huffed as Billy parked in between three rather large tress and killed the engine. "Hey, you are here with me baby girl, not fucking Tyler. You deserve better than that anyway. Don't bother thinking on him anymore. He threw away something really good for a whore who has slept with most of Hawkins at this point. She isn't shit in bed either."

"Well they are fucking perfect for each other then because neither is he. Never was good in bed at least not with me. Holding the good shit out for her I fucking guess." She rolled her eyes and winced as she felt something wet in her palm. "Shit…" She mumbled. Billy took her hand in his forcing her hand to lay out flat pulling her fingers away from her palm seeing the blood dripping from two small nail cuts. He leaned down and licked slowly up her palm chuckling when she gasped. "Didn't think you were the type of guy into blood play there Hargrove?" He looked up at her. licking the blood off his lower lip. "I'm not generally but, I found I kinda liked the taste after getting my ass kicked so many times growing up. Yours is better than my own though." He smirked at her wide-eyed look at him. "Wanna get in the back baby girl?" He gestured to the back seat with his chin and she nodded as she quickly climbed over the center console into the back seat gasping when she felt a hard smack against her left ass cheek hearing Billy chuckle behind her.

He got back in the back with her and pulled her into his lap. "Fuck you're so pretty. Goth chicks are always so damn hot." She looked into his blue eyes seeing a cloud of lust behind them. "Oh yeah Hargrove? My type get your rocks off huh? Never seen you with anything but preppy bitches." He grabbed her ass with both hands. "Yeah I looked at you all the time in school though. I got with them because they were easy baby. You though, you are that sweet treat I have been aiming for. For years in fact." Billy pressed his lips against hers roughly making her moan a bit into it, him grinding his hips into her in response with a low growl. She bit his lower lip almost hard enough to bring blood but not quite. He leaned down pushing her hair off her shoulder and tilted her chin up with his thumb to expose her neck to him. He bit in with a growl the mix of pain and pleasure made her whimper and grind down against him. He chuckled at her again flashing those gorgeous whites at her. "What is it baby girl? Am I getting you needy? I have pictured you in this position on my lap more times than I can fucking count Rubie." She squeaked in response unable to form words. Instead she just roughly pressed her lips against his again and shoved her black painted nails into his hair pulling at those perfect blonde curls softly. He groaned into the kiss and bucked his hips lightly against her.

He shifted their positions putting her on her back and lifting her skirt. Putting one leg over each of his broad shoulders. He quickly undid the buttons of his silky red button up exposing his chest to her. He looked down at her fishnets with a devilish grin and made intense eye contact with her as he tore them open with barely any effort at all. He hooked a finger on the edge of her panties and yanked them to the side swiftly. "My my, look at you baby girl. Already glistening with excitement for me huh?" She nodded and bit her lower lip again sucking in a gasp of air as he shoved his index finger knuckle deep inside of her and started to thrust it in and out, curling it just right to hit the spongy g-spot inside her. She arched her back and moaned out for him. "Fuck you sound so pretty making those noises for me baby. Tell me, how longs it been since a man made you cum huh?"

"There is a first for everything right? Always h…fuck…had to get myself off with my exs." She groaned as he shoved in his middle finger now as well thrusting and curling both fingers inside of her, wet noises of her excitement ringing out in the small space around them. "Fucking shame. Well, that won't ever be a fucking problem again baby girl cause I am going to make this pussy mine. Anytime we fuck I am gonna take really good care of ya."

He leaned in and ran his tongue through her folds finding her clit quickly. He started tracing numbers and letters over her clit making her moan out his name and grab a fistful of his hair. He scissored his fingers inside her to stretch her a bit to ready her for him knowing she had never had a guy his size before if they couldn't even be bothered to make her cum. He captured her clit between his lips sucking roughly at the bundle of nerves. "F..fuck! B…Billy so good.. oh god!" He chuckled and looked up at her as he worked his fingers in and out of her. "Oh baby girl, God isn't here and if he is we are going straight to hell. When I am done you will be calling me your god sweet thing." He captured the bundle of nerves again and sucked harshly at it making her buck her hips against his lips more. "D…Don't stop Billy I am so so c…close oh shit!"

He started thrusting his fingers in and curling them more in a punishing pace as he suckled and licked at her clit even giving a few nibbles to it that made her make the most gorgeous pornographic noises he had ever heard. One more thrust and a curl of his fingers pressing on her G-spot and she was done for. She arched her back her core snapping and bursting with heat as her orgasm ripped through her. "Billy! fuckfuckfuck!" She screamed out as she roughly pulled his hair. He fingered her through the harsh waves of her orgasm and finally stopped when she shoved at his hand nearly crying from over stimulation. "How was that baby girl? Good for you?"

"Oh gods yes Billy… fuck I have never came like that before in my fucking life." She laughed still feeling the after effects of it all. He sucked her cum from his fingers and released them from his mouth with a pop. "Need….ugh….Billy." He smirked at her and licked her thigh. "Need what baby girl? You're gonna have to tell me or you won't get what ya want." She whimpered and looked up at him with a pout. "You Billy, need you! Deep inside me. Cumming inside me. Filling me up. Need all of you pleaseplease." He chuckled and nodded as he undid his belt, zipper, and button of his jeans yanking them and his boxers down releasing his hardened cock with a slap as it landed against his stomach. "Oh fuck Billy you're gonne break me in half…" She gasped as she looked at him. Her mouthwatering at the sight. He smirked down at her. "Don't worry baby you will love it, promise." He lined himself up with her. "Sure you don't want me to get a condom babe?"

She nodded. "No condom. Wanna feel all of you. I have never fucked without a rubber before but I don't want anything keeping me from the full experience of this Billy." She blushed and that was all the approval he needed as he pushed his drooling cock head into her, stretching her around him. It stung and she hissed a breath out wincing as he shoved a bit deeper. "Gonna put the rest in now baby, ready?" She nodded and he shoved in sinking his full length into her. Stopping for her to adjust to him. It stung in the best way possible for her. Tears stung her eyes as she breathed and adjusted. A couple of minutes passed and she nodded. "Okay y..you can move now I can take it." He smiled and pulled out almost completely and then slammed back into her. He started slow at first then pushed her legs up, holding them in place with his hands with a grip that was sure to leave some beautiful bruises on her thighs tomorrow. He started slamming in at a punishing pace after a few more slow thrusts. The change from sort of gentle to rough made her scream out for him. "FUCK Billy! Oh gods Baby yes!" He growled and leaned down biting her breast leaving teeth marks. "Taking me so well baby girl. Sooo fucking well." She clenched more around him nearing her second orgasm now.

"Hmmm that's it baby girl. Ohh sweet girl, need you to cum with me baby." He whispered into her ear as he fucked her so hard the car rocked heavily. Leaving nothing to the imagination of any unfortunate passerby. A mix of skin slapping together, and moans and low growls filled the inside of the car. He continued to slam his cock deep into her. Hitting all the right places. He shoved his hand between them rubbing at her sensitive bundle of nerves making her scream out. "That's it baby, let go, cum with me." His words sent her hurdling over her edge. The snap happened again as her orgasm flooded through her even harder than the last making her see fucking stars. "Fuck Billy!!! oh god fuckfuck!" He moaned out for her as his own orgasm shot through him, painting her inner walls with his thick ropes of cum. "Fuck yes Rubie! Fuck been wanting to fill you up like this for so long!"

He collapses ontop of her both of them breathing hard panting breaths as they came down from their sexual highs together. After awhile he grabbed some tissues from the center console and cleaned her up as best he could discarding the cum coated pieces of cloth into an empty bag he had in his back seat floor. She fixed her clothes and opted to just take off her torn apart fishnets. They were a lost cause. "I will uh… buy you some new ones baby. Sorry bout that." She chuckled and kissed his cheek. "No worries baby, I am sure we are gonna have a heavy hit to our wallets over fishnets if I wear them more."

"Eh, I can afford it baby. No big deal." He kissed her again then pulled two shot glasses and a small bottle of vodka from his center console. Pouring them both a shot handing her a purple shot glass holding his own black one. "Seal the deal with a toast baby. You're my girl now. Tyler n Carol can eat their fucking hearts out when they see you on my fucking arm come Monday at college." She chuckled and kissed him softly. "Your girl. Yeah I like how that sounds. Billy Hargrove and Rubie Matthews. What a fucking pair." She grinned and clinked her shot glass to his. "Well, Cheers to us!" She said excitedly as they both threw back their shots before heading back to her apartment that was right next to Tylers for round two.

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lokisasylum · 7 months

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"'This Is Jimin' Jimin Releases 'Face Off' Choreography Video, Tops Worldwide + Korea and U.S trends.

Jimin has showcased his irreplaceable main dancer charm through a captivating and beautiful choreography video.

On the 23rd, Jimin revealed a choreography video for 'Face-Off,' a track from his solo album 'FACE,' on his Instagram, along with the hashtag '#ThisIsJimin.'

'Face-Off' has already received critical acclaim, having been selected as the 'Best K-Pop B-Side Track of the First Half of 2023' by the American music media outlet 'Consequence Of Sound.' In the video, Jimin captivates the audience with his extraordinary aura.

Walking forward to the rhythm of poignant emotions encapsulated in the lyrics under dim lighting, Jimin, who was admitted as the top student into the Busan High School of Arts dance department, proved his reputation as the 'King of Dance' through a performance that incorporated elements of contemporary dance.

In particular, Jimin, appearing barefoot, mesmerized viewers with his expression, utilizing his entire body from his fingertips to his toes, as if he turned into a butterfly. His unique genre of performance, which no one can imitate, provided a distinct sense of catharsis and emotion.

Immediately after the release of the choreography video, fans warmly received it, causing the hashtag '#ThisIsJimin' to trend worldwide and take the number one spot in both Korea and the United States.

This heat continued into the next day, the 24th, remaining at 7th place in Korea's real-time trends even 20 hours after its release. On TikTok, the hashtag '#ThisIsJimin' was used over one million times, and the view count for Jimin's Instagram video has already exceeded 20 million views, showing its soaring popularity.

Meanwhile, Jimin had previously mentioned in an interview that he wanted music videos for all four songs from 'FACE,' but unfortunately, only 'Like Crazy' and 'Set Me Free Pt.2' were produced. After the release of the 'Face-Off' choreography video, fans are also hoping to see a full music video instead of just short clips."

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sadomas0chist · 2 years

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bitter

MINORS DNI // +18

genre: nsfw

pairings: eren jaeger x female reader

tags/warnings: jealous ex bf eren, mating press, f. receiving orgasm, unprotected sex, slight slapping (tits), mentions of weed.

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synopsis: spin the bottle with a tint of weed created the perfect daring atmosphere for you to get back at eren for being nonchalant about your relationship.

“truth or dare y/n?” jean popped the question, the bottle cap hinting towards your direction. soft r&b was playing in the background, the smell of weed hovering over you making everyone feel light. you’ve been playing this game for almost ten minutes -at least that’s what you thought since time was running slowly- and nothing exciting was happening. the only tension present in the room was the one between you and eren, your ex-boyfriend who would eye you every now and then, still not accepting the fact that you broke up over a silly argument. misunderstandings were pretty familiar in your old relationship with eren. he was always so impulsive and would refuse to communicate when you’d start acting like a drama queen like he used to tell you. well, that was until you decided it was enough and broke it off without giving him the chance to fight for you. you left as quickly as you could.

your friends asked you multiple times if it was okay with you to see him again since the wounds were still recent and fresh but you convinced them that it was fine and you needed a breath of fresh air. celibate fresh air. “dare.” you reply shortly, jean looking towards connie with a sly smirk, the pair communicating with their eyes, obviously up to something ridiculously stupid. “i dare you to kiss the best sex you ever had in this room.” connie snickered hitting his blunt before passing it to sasha who was tagging along, hitting his side with her elbow. you could see eren watching you closely from your peripheral vision, anticipating your next move. everyone here knew what was up. and by that, they knew about the casual little sexy times you had with jean, reiner, porco, and eren. except porco was never anything important since it was the consequence of seven minutes in heaven and reiner was just a hookup that happened after a drunken night. if he were here tonight you probably would’ve kissed him to tease eren knowing he was always bothered with the fact that reiner had a minor crush on you. a lustful one.

it was your moment to spice things up and annoy eren for being a dick. you were single after all. plus, he didn’t need to know he was the best dick you ever had, even if it was true. you smirked, glancing at eren swiftly then crawled to jean, your hands squeezing his broad shoulders and pressing your lips to his, rounds of ‘oh’s’ filling room coming mostly from connie and sasha. you pulled away, meeting jean’s cocky smile, reading your thoughts, and deciding to play along with your little game. “always knew i was your favorite, little thing.” he reached to kiss you again before you heard the sound of the bottle spinning on the wooden ground. you turned around and caught eren’s hand moving away from the bottle as it stilled between him and hitch, internally laughing at his sudden move. “that was y/n’s turn jackass.” hitch crossed her arms, lifting her brow in annoyance.

“oh i’m sorry i thought she stopped playing to focus all her attention on kristein.” he mocked glaring at me. “and since when do you decide for me?” you stared back at him, still kneeling in front of jean who was going to burst out in laughter any minute now, clearly enjoying eren’s childishness. “okay let’s calm down yeah? just ask him the question hitch, y/n will spin the bottle after this round.” marco spoke up. you sat back next to him and watched eren. he looked good. really, really good. half of his hair up in a bun, the rest falling on his neck and forehead, showing off his earrings. he was wearing his usual chains and tank top accompanied with a leather jacket and black pants. his top was squeezing his pecs perfectly, your mind drifting away for a while before you composed yourself again.

“so jaeger, truth or dare?” his hooded eyes never leaving yours, mesmerized by the way your dress was complimenting your beautiful body and he wanted nothing else but to hold it against his. “dare.” he replied shortly, hitch hitting him with the same dare you had, already bored with the lack of spice, except it was only required to kiss anyone in the room.

you knew eren better than anyone else, and if anyone loved the bitter taste of vengeance and teasing, it was him. which explains the way he pulled mikasa to him, kissing her, looking at you mid-kiss only to catch you rolling your eyes at him. mikasa sat back in her place, looking at you apologetically, not liking the way eren was trying to get back at you. but you had also started it and couldn’t defend yourself for acting petty.

it wasn’t long before you were getting sleepy and tired, most of your friends already dead asleep on the couch or back in their apartment. it was your turn to leave so you made your way carefully upstairs, not wanting to wake anyone up, to grab your stuff from the guest bedroom and head home. you turned around and gasped, your hand flying to your chest and your eyes squinting shut. you exhaled and opened your eyes to glare at eren who was leaning against the door frame, crossing his arms and looking at you with lazy eyes. he had now taken off his jacket, his tattoos and muscles visible to the naked eye. you shook your head and hissed at him. “you can’t creep up on me like that! i thought you were asleep jesus fucking christ. almost gave me a heart attack.” he remained silent, unfazed by your scolding. “the great silence strikes again.” you wave your hands in the air sarcastically and shove your other shirt down your bag before zipping it.

“jean huh?” he snickered, grabbing your full attention. you set your bag aside and turned around, ready to argue with him for the millionth time. “mikasa huh?” you replied with the same sass, your arms crossed lifting your breasts that were about to perk out of your dress any moment now. he chuckled, knowing you got jealous as well even if you did your best to hide it. he walked towards you, his hands resting on your hips as he looked down at you, tonguing his cheek. he wanted to kiss you, grab your throat and pull you closer to him, but he refrained from doing so when you tried to pull his hands away. keyword: tried to. you huffed when he wasn’t budging and squeezed his fingers into your hips keeping you steady.

“eren let go.” you barked hitting his arms and chest. he laughed at your harmless gestures, fueling your anger, then moving his hands up your sides until they rested against your warm cheeks. “you know i don’t believe you eh?” he teased squeezing your cheeks together, your lips round and pouty. “you’re so cute,” he smiled. you frowned, not liking the way your heart sunk in your chest at the compliment. you missed him, and so did he. but both your egos were too large to accept defeat and confess. he wanted to conquer you again, regardless of the fact that in his head you were still together.

“i wanna kiss those sweet lips of yours,” he trailed his thumb over your bottom lip, his other hand grabbing the nape of your neck. “do you know how hard it was not to fuck you in front of everyone to prove you’re still mine?” he breathed, his nose touching yours. “especially in front of that fucker who thinks he has a chance with you just because you banged him years ago?” his grasp tightened. your thighs clenched together making him smirk. keeping a hold on your neck, he lowered his hand down your chest to your heat, pushing it between your thighs. he could feel you throbbing, the familiar pulse causing him to get hard. “you’re so nasty, know that?” he moved his hand against you, a low hum leaving your lips. fighting back was pointless, so you let him do what he needed to do, enjoying the way he was getting you back. “‘m gonna make you mine again, just be a good girl for me and try not to wake them up.” he grinned, lowering himself on his knees then slowly pulling up your dress. he groaned when he spotted the thong he got you, his tongue giving it a lick. you gripped on his hair, the unfamiliar feeling exciting you.

it felt nasty and you were in for it. he kissed your inner thigh, leaving small bites here and there, and went back to making out with your pussy through your lace thong. “fuck,” you whimpered, your hand tugging at his hair while the other gripped onto the edge of the bed to keep you still. eren was enjoying the wetness seeping through the thin material onto his tongue, moreover the sweet sounds you were making for him. “eren, more,” you whined, craving to feel his tongue fully on your spasming cunt. he hummed against you, sending vibrations to your core, before pushing your panties aside and lapping at your sensitive bud. your ecstasy was soon interrupted when you heard footsteps approaching and it was only then that you realized the door was still wide open. eren didn’t seem to care when you tugged at his hair trying to push him away. instead, he pushed his fingers inside you, your breath caught in your throat as you did your best to repress your moans. he watched you closely, not giving a fuck if anyone caught you.

“man i’m so fucking high!” connie exclaimed, limping his way up the stairs. “fuck- almost fell, jean!” he laughed passing right next to you, your brain too dumb to process how this was happening. “man is that door open? fucking hell not with my paranoid ass.” his hand flew to grab the handle, his back facing you before shutting it close. that was a close one. his voice slowly faded away once he knocked out on his living room couch, giving you more freedom to moan as you rocked your hips against his face.

“eren, shit,” he wiggled his fingers then curved them up, brushing your spot. your eyes were crossing and your legs were about to give out any second now. eren kept licking and sucking on your cunt, adoring your cute reaction to it. his fingers began gushing in your tightness, indicating you were close. you’ve felt this way before with him, which led to a big mess. he didn’t though hence he was doing everything to make it happen again. “is my baby gonna squirt?” he taunted, smirking up at you. you furiously nodded, your head clouded with your approaching orgasm. “lemme taste you again c’mon.” he sucked your clit, his fingers still thrusting deep in your hole. you squealed, closing your eyes and coming on his face, his mouth wide open to take it all in, not wanting to waste your arousal. eren licked your thighs and cunt, cleaning you from your orgasm before standing up and crashing his lips on yours.

you hummed, tasting yourself on him. “fucking good.” he stated, pushing you on the bed then climbing over you, delicately removing your dress, your bare chest catching him off guard. “no bra? even better.” he grinned and lowered himself, fondling with your breasts then slightly slapping them before taking them one after the other in his mouth, giving them equal treatment. you were still dizzy from your previous orgasm and the way eren was rubbing his hips against you was making you tingle even more. you moved your hips up, showing him how needy you were for his fat cock to fuck you senselessly.

“i gotcha baby, i’ll give it to you be patient.” he sucked on your tit then pulled away, a small pop leaving his lips then he reached for his pants, pulling them down while he maintained eye contact. “jean,” he scoffed, his erection in his hand now. he gave it a few rubs then pushed your panties aside and in one harsh move, slid himself in. “oh fuck!” you yelped, your nails digging in his back. “my ass,” he mocked, watching your fucked out face as you grabbed onto him and stretched around his cock. he moved his hips, slamming them against yours, his tip kissing your cervix in exquisite pain. you moaned in his shoulder, his thrusts hard and harsh, showing you that no one will ever fuck you like he does, you belong to him and only to him. “you’re mine y/n,” he breathed in your neck, “so is this sweet pussy of yours.” he grunted, your cunt spasming around him, choking him. “shit-“ he cursed pulling your knees up and pressing them to your chest.

he was unbelievably deep now, his strokes filling you so well. “if i get you pregnant, everyone will know that you belong to me.” he held your legs down as he rasped. “let’s make a baby yeah?” cockdrunk, you nodded, not expecting eren to fill you up to the brim, your orgasm coating his cock with your sweet arousal. you felt his cum in your hole and his breath against your face. “you’re mine y/n. we fuck it out.” he whispered. kissing your lips tenderly, he then pulled away and added: “now let’s get the hell out of here. it will take much more than one round to get you pregnant.”

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tosikoarts · 4 years

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SFW Alphabet | Sugimoto Saichi

You can check tosikowrites tag for more. Hood guy is next in line. Warning: there’s a lot under the cut.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

The more cruelty you encounter in life, the more efforts you put into bringing something to oppose it and establish the balance. Perhaps, this is why Sugimoto is so caring in relation to his partner. He treats them with warm affection as he does with Asirpa or Shiraishi. They are his friend and one of his second family, not by blood but by spirit.

At the very beginning, Sugimoto is terribly awkward: to hide the blush, he has to pull his favorite cap directly over his eyes and turn away. If he does something and the person he is interested in is watching, everything will surely fall apart. It does not matter how good Sugimoto is in his work, he is cursed to disgrace himself in front of them. But, on the other hand, he is so happy to see their broad smile and hear them burst into laughter. That’s why he loves to sneak up and mercilessly tickle them until their eyes fill up with tears.

Sugimoto rarely uses words to show his affection, at least not in a classical way. “I care about you”, “I like you”? No. First of all, if he ever tried to say that, Asirpa or Shiraishi or (worse) Ogata would pop out of nowhere and ruin the moment. Second of all, why be so trivial, when you can veil the same meanings behind the intimate conversations about life and death, war and peace, friends and enemies? Sometimes he inserts phrases with implications that make sense only to Sugimoto himself or someone close to him. You know, that would be nice to share dried persimmons after gold hunt ends…

Oh, the other special way of showing his love is being dumb together! It's always nice to mess around, prank someone (try not to get shot tho), simply grimace and stick tongue out to show cruel world that you don’t care.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Time spent with Sugimoto is divided in three equal parts: in first part you need to get him out of trouble, in second part he has to bail you out, and in third you both stuck in the weird situation in which role of savior is passed to someone else. Pleasant bonus: everything ends well with no people harmed. Usually.

A type of friend that will follow you through the thick and thin. Even in questionable situation, Sugimoto will stay by your side. It is important for him that person remained true to their promises as well and stuck by him no matter what happens.

With a wild and unpredictable life, Sugimoto needs friendships that do not require constant contact. One day he disappears to knock on your door months later but established ties have to stay there. Every reunion ends up in huge celebration with consequences of The Hangover.

How would the friendship start? There is a plenty of options but the most possible ones are: a) Sugimoto’s group stays in the new city and person happens to be one to host them; b) Sugimoto manages to lost all of his belongings including clothes and money and person happens to pass by. Second one is more likely

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

“I can't protect you without holding a sword. I can't embrace you while holding a sword.” This proverb works well with gun and riffle too. Sugimoto prefers to cuddle only in complete safety when there’s no chance for uninvited blood-thirsty guests to interrupt them. Prefers sitting positions in which he can rest his chin on the top of their head and, also, pet their back. He is such a sucker for good cuddle session that he can’t stop smiling all the way through.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Yes, sure! Small cozy house surrounded by fruit trees overlooking the river is his little secret dream. All Sugimoto wants is sitting on the sun-warmed porch with loved one, holding hands, fingers intertwined, no poisonous thoughts on the mind. He is mediocre cook, knows some recipes but like any soldier cooking they lack finesse. There are few favorite dishes he rotates like miso soups, udon, fried fish, and onigiri. He doesn’t care about cleaning so you can expect bare minimum in sweeping and washing dishes.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He doesn’t seem like a person who takes it easy so ending relationship is something he is afraid to do. Hell, running under the rain of bullets and blood wasn’t that hard. No matter what words he chooses result will be the same: they will be hurt, they will hate him, they won’t want to see him ever again, and conscience will gnaw Sugimoto for his harshness. He just takes one deep breath and spills everything in under the minute, ending monologue with a deep bow and “I am so extremely sorry” in a loud desperate voice.

After years, Sugimoto keeps their dimming photo as a reminder of all they had. If their passes cross again, he won’t be able say a word because of a lump in the throat. He may fall for them one more time.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

After six months of relationship, Sugimoto is ready to slip some questions about the marriage in the dialogue and ask them about the vision of future together. If they are positive, he would propose on the first anniversary. If not, that’s okay too, he can wait until they are ready for a next step. When the day comes, everybody knows about proposal. They whisper and giggle behind Sugimoto’s back because he looks like a mess, happy grinning mess, walking from side to side with the most expensive pawnshop ring clenched in his fist.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Hurting someone he loves is Sugimoto’s worst nightmare. His whole being was dragged through hell and back and sometimes hidden pain can splash out on loved ones. You can physically feel weird aggressive aura coming from him in those rare vulnerable moments. That’s when Sugimoto surpasses emotional baggage and presses them tightly against his chest. No soldier can be soft baby, not after what they’ve seen, but Sugimoto does his best to be gentle with them in every way.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Sugimoto uses hugs as greeting, as comforting, as apology. Wherever possible, he will pull his loved one in hug. They are very warm and tight, accompanied by stroking on the back and pressing his cheek to the other person’s cheek. Truly, in the beginning you can feel how he trembles with joyful excitement and holds himself off in order not to come off too needy. After a long time apart Sugimoto may just knock them down in bear hug, completely forgetting about hectic world around.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Around the same time he is ready to propose so half of the year. However, Sugimoto never says the coveted three words aloud, replacing them with simpler ones “Well, yes, I like them very much... I really like them. Well, you know” when talking with others. At some point Asirpa will surely begin to actively push him towards confession, as well as Shiraishi. It all turns into the game in which they both keep an eye on Sugimoto and his loved one: Asirpa keeps swearing in ainuic because Sugimoto is such stupid indecisive sisam, and Shiraishi gives him thumbs up like. Bro. Just do it already.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

You don’t want to make that man jealous. If he notices anyone hitting on his loved one, he’ll by their side in an instant, frowning, with small dark wrinkle between the eyebrows that does not bode well. Sugimoto immediately strikes a confident pose between possible rival and significant other, jokes passively-aggressively, and if this poor soul insists, he will take them out to have Mano-a-Mano moment. On the other side if it’s loved one who acts flirtatious Sugimoto will act childishly. Almost petty. Oh you a want a kiss? Go ask that man you talked to type of petty. He doesn’t really mean it but he definitely expects both explanation and apology.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Sugimoto’s kisses vary from slow and passionate to fast and shy depending on the situation. Through the day trying to avoid unwanted attention he may give them peck on the nose or cheek. In more intimate atmosphere Sugimoto doesn’t care where to kiss. He just does. From head to toes and all that jazz. Taking into account how many scars there are on Sugimoto’s body and how sensitive they can be (nerve damage is a bitch) he loves to be kissed along these darkened lines. Gently and with cautious.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Initially, when encountering child, Sugimoto is overwhelmed with enthusiasm. It slowly dies down when he realizes how capricious kids can be and how loud they can scream. He tries his best with babies (fails) but has more luck with older children, like Asirpa’s age because, thankfully to acquired experience, there is already a rough understanding of their psyche. Anyway, Sugimoto still needs someone to reminder him that not everybody is so independent, and smart, and self-sufficient. And, yes, it’s one of his dreams to become father, and not just father, but amazing, proud, cool dad. He will 100% cry when his kid makes first steps, says first dada, and smiles at him too.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Even after Sugimoto decided to settle down, his heart desires adventure. No matter how lazy the morning is, which, incidentally, is not often, he will find a moment to offer to go somewhere. Incredibly beautiful sandy coasts and crystal clear water beckon to the south, Kanazawa looms with magnificent castles and temples in the west, the capital of Tokyo beats with life in the east. North is always calling, north is much more than a direction. In the mornings, Sugimoto likes to talk about the future, about plans, while breakfast is getting cold in the pot. He never leaves home without a morning kiss goodbye.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Usually Sugimoto comes home tired so he needs time alone, but after this, he is ready to start household chores while talking about his day. He likes to embellish events to make his loved one have a good laugh. Otherwise, evenings with Sugimoto are spend on the fresh air: he is one of those people who jump into the yet cold river to open the swimming season, or go look for mushrooms in cool weather to enjoy the forest view.

When one of the acquaintances pops up on the horizon, he always goes with them and his loved one to a diner for a strong drink and latest news. Sometimes such nights last longer than expected. Tipsy merry Sugimoto stops right on the doorstep of the house, turns around, crushes on the ground, and invites them to do the same. Does he remember the names of the constellations? No. Will he show off and introduce them to a loved one? Absolutely.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Pretty open about his past from the beginning because he never had a dark mysterious background at the first place. Any questions you ask Sugimoto will answer with straight truth. Well, maybe, he’ll hold back some facts that may put person in danger or distress like extreme violent incidents from the army days. In addition, Sugimoto doesn’t need special moments of revelation to open up, he is just consistently outspoken.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

In everyday life, Sugimoto appears laid-back, you need to try hard to piss him off. Little troubles don't bother him much, he quickly cools down if unforeseen situation occurs. However, once someone starts to bully his loved ones, his hair spikes up and the formidable Sugimoto the Immortal shows up. Trust me, he is not averse to shouting and kicking some ass.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Either way he is inattentive or his memory is that bad but Sugimoto manages to forget almost everything about his loved one. It is not on purpose, you can see him listening very carefully to your words, but it happens. After conversation ends, his brain goes in “no thoughts, head empty” mode, and, no matter how long he stands in front of grandma’s flower stand, Sugimoto can’t remember your favorite flowers. Don’t start me on dates. Reminders the day before are essential if you don’t want to hear “Wait, what do you mean what day is it today?” on your anniversary.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

First meeting. He giggles nervously when talking about it since not only Sugimoto got to show off in the buff but also brought menace in the form of 7th division on their place. Who knows what was more shameful? While apologizing for unfortunate inconveniences, Sugimoto felt a spark between them, subtle chemistry, that was growing stronger the longer he watched their lips moving. On the day of departure he pulled a cap lower and promised to see them again but this time he was going to bring something more pleasant than Tsurumi’s hellhounds.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Sugimoto is as protective as a personal guardian. He is sensitive to a change in general atmosphere and can easily sense evil intentions even if person hides behind a mask of geniality. In that case, Sugimoto warns his loved one about his misgivings and refuses to leave their side. For example, he’ll be extra wary around Ogata and you can tell he is almost waiting for a mistake to stab him between the ribs. Sugimoto doesn’t expect to be protected by anyone but if they do shield him, he’ll have one more reason to be proud and give thanks to heaven for such amazing partner.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

With his hectic lifestyle, Sugimoto has no other option than to make every meeting special. There is not much he can do to surprise them with expensive gifts, like jewelry or clothes, but he can pick a modest bouquet for them or save unique things from endless journeys. Even if it’s just outdoor recreation or evening spent in each other's arms Sugimoto tries to make it unforgettable. If he remembers about anniversary (see Quizzes), he will involve other people in order to do something exceptional. As an absolute sweetheart, Sugimoto puts a lot of effort to make his partner happy, happier tomorrow that today, every day.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Do troubles follow Sugimoto wherever he goes or does he choose the path with the highest number of adventures? It doesn’t matter because either way his life is a mess consisting of dangerous ventures and questionable acquaintances. It may be fun in the beginning but if you are not ready for continuous strength tests and psychological thrillers, relationship with Sugimoto will become a pure torment.

In addition to this Sugimoto never makes plans for the future. He has assumptions about where he will be tomorrow and, possibly, the day after tomorrow but nothing more.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Sugimoto doesn’t give his looks a lot of thought. He tries to keep clothes in wearable condition and wash them from time to time, especially beloved scarf and cap, but if there are some spots on the outwear, Sugimoto won’t give that much attention. If we talk about overall appearance, uncountable scars do not bother him either. One more, one less, at some point you stop noticing their present, even on the face. Complement Sugimoto on how scars adorn a man and you’ll get a smug smirk in response.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

So heartbroken and dejected that Sugimoto can’t contain himself and seeks confrontation with everybody around. No matter if they had to leave him or they were deceased, he seems to be on the edge all the time. Irritated. Overthinking. He looks for a time alone, subjects himself to extreme challenges to get all negative emotions out. Sugimoto gets attached easily, no wonder he feels so torn. Takes about three months to cool down and year more to stop thinking about them. If anyone dared to take significant other from Sugimoto the Immortal, he will find this person and make them pay. Sugimoto is merciless in his revenge.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Sugimoto has a clear understanding of his own mortality. Screaming lungs out doesn’t cancel it, layered wounds do not give him resistance as cumulative effect. So one of his wish is in case of his death during the skin-hunt, he doesn’t want anyone to bring this message to his loved one. It may seem cruel from one’s perspective, but he wants to support an established name of a warrior whom death itself could not defeat.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Unreasonable blind violence, both to people and animals, disgusts Sugimoto to the core. Protecting yourself from the attacking soldier, bandit, bear is one thing, justified and valid, but taking anger out on innocent stranger or scared animal that did nothing to deserve such suffering is too much. If person is also proud of it, they will receive unbelievable amount of backlash.

Egocentrism and mind-games. First one comes from the bitter experience. You can't expect the universe to revolve around you, there are millions of people, thousands of fates, and they all depend on each other, they work just because another one exist. Show him a person that acts like a center of the world and Sugimoto will run run run. Second one is tightly connected to egocentrism since to force world build around yourself, you have to force it. Often it’s done by manipulation. If person tries to have him wrapped around their finger, Sugimoto will confront them once. There won’t be a second time.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Military orders are so ingrained in Sugimoto’s brains that his organism automatically shuts down at the same time every day. He wakes up at dawn, fresh and full of strength, and there’s not a chance he will fall asleep again.

Never remembers dreams and is thankful for this. He has no dreams but gloomy nightmares, filled with people who are no longer alive, sounds of firing canons and harrowing screams, bombed-out trenches and blackened bunkers. They force Sugimoto to jump up in bed in the middle of the night, covered in cold sweat, breathing like a cornered animal. At such moments, he checks for loved one by his side and watches their chest going up and down with each breath. It calms him down a little but not enough to put him back to sleep.

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dayas · 4 years

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15 + jiara

15. “Don’t tell me you’re fine, I can see the blood!”

Ah yes, the angst. The angst meant specifically for me. K’s angst.

NO BUT FORREAL ty for sliding me this! The moment I saw it I was like YESSSS.

So let’s get it!

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Kiara Carrera is many things. A coward isn’t one of them. She likes to think she’s one of the best of the Pogues when it comes to being under pressure. The honor of Baddest Motherfucker With The Coolest Head goes to John B, seeing as he doesn’t ever let panic blind him. He’s quick on his feet, always lurching forward.

Kie’s second merely because her jitters tend to show a little bit. When she gets scared, she’s a little antsier. Far from bouncing off the walls like the Maybank pride and joy she knows and tolerates (read: way more than tolerates, but that’s beside the point). She tries to stay calm and keep everything under wraps, but she’ll glance around, run her hands through her hair, little things.

Pope is third, because despite his ever present, “We’re gonna die!” whenever shit gets a little too real, he’s eerily cool and calm in a crisis when he needs to be. Anything medical he can handle, slicing through his panic like he will when he’s got a coroner’s scalpel in his hand one day. Kie’s gotta hand it to him; when Pope is truly needed, he always shows up.

That leaves JJ, and the reasons go as follows. One, that boy cannot keep a cool head to save his life. Panic seems to engulf him, sharpen him in some ways, soften him in others. His regular fidgeting and antsiness turns up to a thousand, and it’s all he can do to keep himself from sprinting off and leaving them in the dust.

(She doesn’t realize until much later that he stays with them because he would rather face whatever comes together. Even with the choice to run away, he stays.)

Two, his movements. They become grainy, lost in translation muffled by shaking, creating the first rains for a hurricane of panic. He’s always jumpy for a few moments after the danger has passed, too. Kie’s spine doesn’t soften until he exhales afterwards, head back, eyes closed.

Three, the final storm. The hurricane of panic, when it blows, is as gut wrenching as it is illuminating. It’s a different sort of torrent than when he’s angry and brings a firestorm in his wake. He closes in on himself, makes himself smaller. It’s kind of funny in a sick way, Kiara thinks, because JJ can never be small. He’s too big of a person to hide, and she figures that’s why he fights. Even if he’s freaked out, his fists will fly and land, consequences be damned. They always come, but if it calms him down, she can’t be too mad. She hasn’t quite figured out a healthy way for him to release all that anger yet.

But this isn’t about him. At least, not entirely. It’s about her, and it’s about fear. Kiara’s chilling at the Chateau when her phone lights up in a text. Then another, and another, and pretty soon it’s dinging every second. She scrolls through, heartbeat slowing when she reads them all. It’s just JB and Pope in the groupchat, trading puns and jokes. JJ’s silent, but then again, he could be off doing a JJ Thing. So Kie rolls her eyes (both at herself and her friends), sends off a few remarks and laughing emojis before settling back in. The book she’s reading is for school, which is a little out of pocket for her. Doing her homework at The Chateau isn’t Kie’s style. This place is Pogues Only; Kook trinkets aren’t welcome here, be they backpacks or books. But she hasn’t been able to put the story down.

And yet, she can’t concentrate.

Every time her phone lights up, she checks it. At the slightest noise, she’s glancing around. Is this what paranoia feels like, she wonders bleakly as she attempts to return to her book.

You need to calm the fuck down. Now.

She takes a few deep breaths, remembering a few exercises from a project she did on stress her freshman year. God, that was ironic. It takes an hour and a half, but she’s finally to the point where she can read without her brain scattering at every wayward thing in the background. At least, until the door damn near pops off its hinges as it bursts open, slamming against the wall.

Kie’s book flies off of her lap, open pages fluttering as the spine hits the ground when she leaps up off of the couch. She turns quickly, exhaling in relief when she sees a flash of blonde.

“What the fuck, JJ, you scared m — ” she begins to exclaim at his back, following him into the kitchen, only to stop dead in her tracks when he turns around. There’s a gash on his forehead the length of her hand, fingers to wrist. From what she can see, it isn’t deep enough to need stitches (Thank God) but it’s still able to be considered serious. He’s favoring his right leg over his left, left arm awkwardly cradling his side. The pieces click in Kie’s mind as she traces the bruises she can’t see, and one hand reaches up and yanks on her hair.

“What happened?”

She curses the way her voice quivers, but she can’t help it. This looks really bad, all of it.

“Nothin’, Kie,” JJ shrugs, swallowing. She catches a dot of red on his lips and steps closer, shaking her head vigorously. An exasperated sigh escapes her lips, snapping out through the air like a rubber band.

“I’m serious. Don’t worry about it.” His words do nothing to tamper her sudden blaze of attitude.

“This is not nothing, JJ.”

“Dude, chill out. It’s cool, I just got into a nasty brawl with some kooks, and one of those fuckers pulled a knife on me. But it’s all good.”

“What about this is fucking ‘all good’?”

“Everything, Kie! I’m fine!”

“Don’t tell me you’re fine, I can see the blood!”

Siezed by a strange urge, she rushes up, grabbing paper towels and pressing them against his head wound. It’s still bleeding, and she knows they bleed a lot and she knows Pope would be better at this and she knows she still has to clean him up but she can’t leave well enough alone and right now, she’s all he’s got.

Kiara’s trembling now, with rage, with frustration, with fear. Panicking around a person who needs help is never good, but she’s understood since they were kids that when it comes to JJ, every single rule gets thrown out the window. She’s closer than she needs to be, her body gently pressing his back against the edge of a counter while she applies pressure through the blood soaked paper towels.

“Did your dad do this?”

She has to know. It’s none of her business and it won’t change the situation, but that doesn’t stop her from asking about it. They’ve never really talked about what his dad does to him, but he’s never come home as fucked up as this.

Kie watches a tear fall from his eyes and she forgets about what she’s doing. Red and white hit the floor as she wraps her arms around his neck, holding onto him. She doesn’t squeeze, mindful of the injuries that could be underneath his shirt. He doesn’t seem to care, arms curving around her waist and pressing her to him. She cards her fingers through his hair gently as he shakes in her arms. Her hair is a little wet, but she couldn’t care less about it.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers to him, and it’s not about pity. It’s about how fucked up it is that the person who’s supposed to love and protect their child could almost kill them himself. It’s about the fact that he has to face this and there’s nothing anyone can do about it, because if you live on The Cut and the DCS comes knocking, nothing good ever comes of it.

“Me too,” JJ mumbles into her hair, and she fiercely responds, “Don’t ever apologize for that bastard. Ever.”

“For scaring you,” He ammends quietly, and her Oh reverberates around the room silently.

“You didn’t scare me,” she lies and she thinks she hears some remnant of a chuckle when he says, “You damn near ripped your hair out when you saw me like this. You were scared shitless, Kie.”

She doesn’t let his words sink in, because if she does, she will be tempted to do something both of them will regret. Even so, the little rebellious part of her brain tilts her head and presses a kiss to his neck. She thinks she feels him freeze so she holds him tighter, and she hopes her gesture is forgotten. It’ll live in her head rent free for the rest of the week at least, but if it makes her friend feel better, she can deal with the fallout.

After an eternity, she pulls away. Their hands link as she leads him to the bathroom, cleaning him up. He’ll be limping for a couple days due to the injury he sustained on his leg, but it should heal up fine.

When Sarah finds them tangled up on the futon together the next morning, she doesn’t say a word. She pulls a blanket over them both and heads out to distract John B and Pope until they can wake up.

It’s a strange sort of feeling, panic. Sarah felt it walking in and seeing them. Not for herself, but for them both. Panic is what curls Kiara against JJ. It keeps their legs interlocked and her head on his chest. Sarah doesn’t have to know what went down to know what two people holding onto each other for dear life look like. She and John B had the same thing after the Phantom went down. So she goes out of the Chateau and does what she needs to do.

In her sleep, Kiara smiles.

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That’s all for this ask! Thanks for asking!

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zuffer-weird-girl · 4 years

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"Ice skating" Overhaul/Chisaki Kai x reader

You had to bite down on your cheek hard to not laugh at the scene you were savoring just now...

Since it has been so long that you haven't put your feet on a rollerblading you gave the idea to your boyfriend to go on a nearby frozen lake. He had looked at you like you had grow another head for a second.

"Pretty please?" You asked, holding your hands together and preparing to bring that weapon you knew he couldn't say 'no'.

"Are you out of your mind? Just look at the weather outside (Y/N). You're going to catch a cold surely." He said, returning his attention to his papers but immediately cringing when he felt your shoulder touching his own as you poked him a little.

"I refuse to look." He groaned, already knowing that he was close to losing the argument. You poked again and he only sighed out loud and ignored your presence.

Ok, time for plan B.

You sniffled sadly, getting away from him and stopping by the door. Already noticing the way he had lifted his head up in worry.

"Guess I will only go with Chrono and Mimic then... and without my boyfriend on this cold evening... so sad..." you stiffed your giggles as you heard a groan and the sound of papers hitting the desk.

"Let me grab my coat and scarf... fucking brat..." he murmured passing past you quite abruptly as you clapped your hands in excitement.

"You're the best!" He only waved you off as he murmured some incoherents words.

Now you were slidding the lake graciously and laughing at seing both Mimic and Chrono shouting curses at their inability to even stay still without trembling as Chisaki stayed rigid as a rock.

"FUCK YOU (Y/N)! FREAKING SHOW OFF!" yelled Mimic as he tried to steady himself on his human form on the ice.

"Language." Chisaki growled, but still with his eyes piercingly firmed to the cold material beneath his feet.

That shit was going to crack, he just could feel it.

"Ok. I think I get the hand of it." Said Hari, surprisingly slidding through the ice with no more difficulty than before.

"FuCKinG TrAiTOR ArrOw HAIreD BaSTarD!" Yelled Mimic again as he placed both of his gloved hand at the ground.

Chrono let out a smirk at Mimic words before he catched up with you.

"I'm surprised." You said looking at him "Isn't your first time skatting?"

"It is from all of us. But its more simple than it looks."

"MoRE SiMPLE My AsS!" You laughed before Mimic returned to his black thing form.

It seemed that like this, he could move more easily.

"TAKE THAT FUCKING SKATTERS!"

You giggled before you saw your boyfriend, still not even daring to move a muscle as he stayed with his hands in his pockets. Looking at it he seemed that he wasn't even breathing...

"I will go catch him." You murmured, hearding the curse that Hari shouted at Mimic for hitting on him, consequently making him fall.

"Kai?" You asked, trying to not laugh at the way his serious yet terrified eyes stared at the ground.

"You condemned me to death. This thing is going to crack. And it will be all your fault." He said irritated, he shotted you a hot glared when you started to laugh.

"Is your first time skatting right? Is normal being afraid at first, here." You offered your hand at him but the brat only scoffed and outted his hands out of his pocket to gain some balance.

"I will make you eat those words at even daring to say I'm afraid of some ice... pathetic." He went to take a hesitantly step but almost dropped abruptly on the floor if it wasn't his constant waving of his arms.

"Do you need help?" You asked giggling, already used to the ugly glares you were receiving.

"Why don't you go show off or something?" He mumbled irritated as he again try it to slide carefully one foot of his...

He ended up doing falling on his back... His ego was the most hurted at that moment. Especially when your laughing only increased.

He was at least thankful that his coomurates were too busy trying to kill each other.

He buffed a blow of air and got up to be at least sitting. Glaring already at your gloved hand standed at him.

"Come on, is not that bad to have me to help you a little, is it?" You asked smilling sweetly at him. You contained the urge to say 'yay' when he sighed and grabbed your hand.

The pink on his face was because of the damn cold. Just because of the cold. He hated this already.

"Ok." You grabbed both of his hands and holded firmly as he wobbled a little to keep his balance. "One feet each time, alright?" You said slidding slowly and bringing him along.

"One.. two.. three.. one.. two.. three.." you mumbled as you mantained your whole attention on his rollerbladings as you notice his confidence getting back.

At some point you let go of his hands and the bastard just was skating faster than you and Chrono together... daring even to jump and land perfectly on your side.

"One, two three, one, two, three-" he mumbled as he circled around you in oure mockness "Looks like I got it." He said monotonously but sended you a mocking smirk as he bosted through the lake.

You could only laugh at his actions, you knew Chisaki's childhood wasn't the best so at least it was good to see him enjoying himself like that... even if it is rubbing his now skating skills straight at your face.

You took a glance at the sky and noticed the slight mixture of pink and orange on it.

"I think is time to get back then?" You asked out loud and Chrono soon was close along with a conplaining Mimic that the bastard put his foot in front of him o n purpose.

"Boss shall we go now?" Chrono called as Chisaki stopped not much far away from you three.

Mimic and Chrono didn't notice the slight hint of disappointment on his face when he take a look at his watch. But you did.

Jesus christ, your boyfriend was handome and yet so adorable.

He looked up again and demanded

"You two can return to the base. Me and (Y/N) will be going in a few minutes. Now go." The two man nodded and left without much of a word as you only crossed your arms and waited for him to make his way to you.

"What? Going to show off even more that I'm a good teacher?" You asked sarcastically as he only scoffed in return.

"Pardon me angel, but I didn't saw you moving just as fast as I was." He said with a serious tone of voice, but the arrogance was evident on his words and the way he looked down at you.

"Geez, alright expert." You said in mocking hurt as you tried to made your way out of the lake. But his hand stopped you as he twirled you around to be in front of his chest.

"Here." He slided his gloved finger from your waist at your hand as he leaded you through the ring at his speed instead. You laughed when he pushed you a little bit to be in his front as he circled you around him with ease before letting go of your hand and simply skatting right by your side.

"K-Kai! Kai! Kai wait! Too fast! Too fast!" You warned woriedly as the bastard only speeded and even dared to skate with his chest turned in front of you.

"What's even wrong about that?"

"KAI THERE'S A TREE IN THERE!" You warned as you speed your way to him faster and luckily catched him and got out of the way of the tree... but both of you guys skates hitted the snow and dirt, consequently making both of you almost fly and hit the soft snow.

You ended up laying on top of Kai ass the poor man had took all the weight in the ground as he groaned.

"Jesus Christ honey are you okay?!" You said quickly trying to get up, but his strong arm prevented you from doing it as he let out a laugh.

Not a chuckle, not smirk... it was a laugh... It was so rare that Chisaki would laugh, only expressing when he is happy by quick smirks and low chuckles, but his laugh was glorious and so warm...

Although you were quite woried, the man was just crushed by you on the snow... and he was laughing.

"Not bad for a first time ice skating." He said after he quieted down with his laughter.

He got up, bringing you along with him. You giggled as some snow were still stuck in his dark brow hair as you patted some of them away, while he did the same thing with yours, but a bit more of force.

He bringed his mask down for a passionate and warm kiss before scooping his mask back on.

"Surely now we will catch a cold." He said darkly as you two made your way back to the base, watching the snowflakes carefully and peacefully fall.

"Hmm... but you did have fun." You singed as he rolled his eyes while scoffing "Admit it! It wasn't that bad!"

He grabbed your hand and placed along with his inside of his green jacket pocket.

"It was... a interesting experience to say at least."

You blushed while smilling up at him, giggling at the way he averted his eyes quickly after he notice that you got his eyes staring at you with admiration.

Well, even the grinch himself can have some fun.

Bonus:

"What in all heavens happened with you two?" Pops asked in shook at seing his sucessor and you completely soaked in snow.

"Ice skating. This brat wouldn't shut up about it." Kai said as he hanged his coat and made his way to the bathroom quickly.

Pops stared at him for a few seconds before returning his glaze at you, trying to contain his chuckles.

"What is the next thing you're going to convince him now? That this world isn't sick and dirty? For God's sake you just are in this level my dear!"

"I don't make miracles mister." You giggled.

"... he had fun didn't he that hard head?" Asked the elder.

"He did."

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aijee · 3 years

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To Trust or Not to Trust, That is the Question

TW: themes of abuse, bullying

So many mixed feelings surrounding The Situation with MG right now. It’s so difficult to trust allegations made against idols/celebrities because of the frankly vicious Internet culture in Korea (netizens have too much god damn power) and an ingrained sociocultural competitiveness that breeds the desire to tear people down. This much is evident in many cases of celebrities being wrongly accused yet still facing serious consequences. But there ARE obviously cases in which K-celebrities have and probably still do legitimately and legally shitty things, and pass them under the rug because of fame and money. Considering how “trendy” it’s been to put idols in scandals these last few days, too, makes me very skeptical. There will always people who have it so out for celebrities because they present the most public and, therefore, accessible form of success.

As an American with mixed cultural values, I hate having mixed feelings about this. I have long been on the side of the victims because (a) it takes so much damn courage to speak up, (b) abuse of power is disgusting, and (c) I am a victim of abuse and people who aren’t do not understand how hard it can be to talk about, especially if you thought your experiences were “normal” for so long. Having very close friends who grew up in Korea, I am further well aware that the social side of school life there can be fucking brutal. International fans don’t understand that some of the shit that goes down cannot be frivolously passed off as “It was just high/middle school!!” It can be so dehumanizing sometimes. Where is your sense of humanity and empathy for those who could have been traumatized and are dealing with the repurcussions? Imagine being abused to the nines and seeing fans of your abuser forgive them that easily? Abuse also doesn’t just mean the most extreme things we know of (sexual, physical)—just saying mean things, verbal abuse, is indeed abuse. Yes, we are naive as kids and adolescents and are fully capable of learning to be better. But age and immaturity don’t absolve the effects having done shitty things. It’s only part of the explanation.

With all this said, however, there are just so many things that muddy up the water that make having judgments so difficult. I rarely take neutral sides in these types of accusations for the reasons above. But the unique nature of Korean entertainment, and the culture it’s entrenched in, pushes me towards neutrality. While the reality of Korean society is very harsh, that harshness has been equally unfairly used as fabrications of reality against celebrities. I am fully aware that this string of scandals could be throwing dirt on a clean resume (and that really sucks because it harms the legitimacy of REAL accusations). It’s important to not be definitive about anything until things are resolved, which I hope to the gods these companies can grant their artists at the very least.

I am of the firm belief that we don’t really know our idols. If you do, you need a reality check. The nature of idol culture is to breed that sense of familiarity for profit, and it is all well and good to indulge in healthily, which is to say in moderation and self-awareness. A similar principle goes for really admiring or having great affection for people in your life whom you haven’t really gotten to know: like people in your workplace or other students/teachers you only talk to in specific social environments; individuals on the internet who you constantly talk to or interact with but don’t know in real life.

I also think it’s admirable that we try to see the best parts in people, but the fact of the matter is that human beings make mistakes and do shitty things. All of us. What we have to do is own up to and grow from them. It’s fucking scary to have as wide-reaching of a public platform and voice as idols/celebs, and the risk of losing an entire career or audience sounds paralyzing, especially given the trajectory of so many idols wronged by false accusations (e.g. Wonho, B.I.). Following a voice for so long and trusting in the light they provide you makes questioning that light source even harder and more painful. I get it, god I do.

But never forget your roots as a human being. You are a person first, fan second. As a victim, it’s so painful to see blind, unwavering trust of fans in those who do so much wrong and get away with it. It’s not just about MG or K-pop idols, it’s about a far bigger picture of power, abuse, social hierarchies, justice, truth, empathy, self-awareness, and reality. I’m not saying that we aren’t allowed to continue loving and appreciating MG, or seeing him as a fundamentally good person who can grow. In fact, I fucking hate cancel culture like you wouldn’t believe, especially for singular or rare fiascos (with exception, of course, on a case-by-case basis; VIPs who still support Seungri are beyond reality at this point imo...) But god knows fans in K-Pop can be so wrapped up in their love for their faves that the idea of them being imperfect in more serious ways is absurd. And the fact that we think it’s also our business is an entirely different can of worms.

Take care of yourself in these times. Step away from the Internet (especially Twitter, good lord) if you must. Stay vigilant, critical, and never forget your roots. We love and respect Seventeen and K-Pop in this household, but we should also love and respect human beings in general.

#aijeepost #anthill brain go chirp chirp

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