#getting this scanned in was such a hassle you would not believe

[dreamtoge]

Impossible

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x GN!Reader - fluff & slight hurt/comfort

WC: 2k

a/n: lovesick gojo with a lovesick reader>>>

the notion of Satoru Gojo finding love was something that made others laugh in mockery.

how could the strongest possibly find love? they wondered who would put up with his incessant clingy behavior, his week-long missions, or the several unofficially adopted children he had. the list of how unlovable Satoru was could go on. he himself believed the thought as well.

the possibility of finding someone to irrevocably love him was simply impossible. it was a passing thought on good days, but kept him awake on bad ones. because despite what many say, Satoru was but a mere human. a human that craved love in such an intimate way yet knew he was forever meant to be alone. what foolish person would love him, and how foolish would he be to allow someone to love him?

they would be nothing but a weakness; someone to comfort him when his eyes hurt a little too much and when the pressure of his occupation seemed to weigh a little heavier. but they would be a vulnerability; curses, enemies, and the higher-ups would immediately find them; use them for their own selfish desires.

the notion of someone loving Satoru Gojo was simply impossible.

until he found you.

strong, fierce, and kind. you walked in on a rainy, bleak day as thunder cracked in the sky. you, he found, drenched from head to toe, hair sticking to your forehead messily, and yet, you were smiling.

he thought you were weird. what kind of person goes through such a hassle and smiles? even he would be visibly frustrated, despite smiling through hardships himself.

that was the first day you met Satoru Gojo. and the rest was history.

you broke down his walls, forced him to accept that he loved you, and promised him he could trust you; trust that you would never be a weakness, rather, you would be his strength. it was a lengthy process, but one year later you are still together and happier than ever.

“Sensei, why do you look so happy today?” Itadori asks curiously, head tilting as he watches Satoru beam at him.

Satoru looks around, seemingly trying to find something. “What do you mean, Yuji? I’m always this happy!”

Nobara looks somewhat disgusted with his joy, “Yeah, except you look like you’re about to descend into the sky any second now.”

the students are standing near the entrance, as per Satoru’s request. he claimed there was someone important he needed to greet under any circumstances.

“His partner is coming back from their mission today.” Megumi interrupts, looking rather stoic, though even he is also disturbed by Satoru’s behavior.

Megumi had known you, of course. he, too, had warmed up to you fairly quickly. you were joy in a person, though that did not stop you from being strong and knowledgeable. you were someone that not only meant a lot to Satoru, but meant a lot to Megumi.

“Partner?! Since when did you have a partner, Sensei?” Itadori seems to have stars in his eyes; if he had a tail it would be wagging.

Satoru giggles; he giggles. the three students pause at the sight, “Well… that’s a story for another time! Actually, they should be here any-”

“Satoru!”

four heads whip to you, looking rather happy for someone with cuts lacing their skin and bruises trailing up their arms. you wave, smiling giddily as you make eye contact with Satoru.

his eyes widen, mood dampening immediately as he stalks over to you with quick steps. his grin has vanished, his eyes scanning your form with a deep frown.

he lightly places his hands on your waist, “Baby… you need to see Shoko right now. Let’s go.” he turns to walk but you pull his arm, turning him back around.

“But I just got here, can’t I get a kiss first?” you pout. he sighs, bending down and pecking your lips softly.

“Okay, I kissed you. Now let’s go before I throw you over my shoulder and bring you there myself.”

you smile endearingly at his behavior, knowing he was simply worried and that you would be the same had the roles been reversed. “Okay, just let me greet the other students first, please?”

he stares at you intensely as you look up at him with wide eyes. a wordless battle for who will win before he breaks eye contact and exhales, knowing it was always a losing battle with you. and that was okay, he supposed. he would lose to you a thousand times over if it meant you were happy.

“Fine, quick introductions, and then we’re leaving.” he sulks, and you nod with a smile before tip-toeing and kissing his lips. he stands behind you as you turn to the students, hands wrapping around your waist gently as he holds you close.

you bow slightly, ignoring the shooting pain in your back and Satoru who is glaring at you from behind, “It’s nice to meet you, I’m [Name], Satoru’s partner. I’ve heard a lot about you, Itadori and Nobara.”

the two are simply looking at you with slacked jaws, not exactly comprehending a word you say. Satoru grumbles behind you as he knows they are simply stumped at your beauty. a fact that both boosts his own ego for having such a beautiful partner and yet frustrates him for the attention you gain due to how breathtaking you truly were.

you glance at Megumi with a sweet smile, “It’s also good to see you Megumi, let’s catch up later, okay?”

he nods, moving closer as you lift your hand to pat his head. “You should really head to Shoko now. Don’t worry about us.”

“I always worry about you! But you’re right, I should go before Satoru drags me there.”

you wave at the first years as you hold Satoru’s hand, him pulling you away as you shout out, “I’ll see you guys later!”

he walks with fast steps, causing you to stumble a little before he catches you. he moves his face closer to yours, standing for a moment, “Sorry, I’m just worried. Do you want me to carry you?” he asks with a cheeky grin, though the question is genuine. you breathe out a small laugh, “I get it, baby. No need though, we’re almost there.”

he nods, moving to walk again, but this time slower as he glances at you from the side. the two of you arrive, Shoko quickly patching you up and instructing you to rest for at least twenty-four hours before any practicing or missions.

Satoru nods seriously beside you as he listens, and you sigh fondly at the action. the way he behaved when around you was far too sincere compared to his usual flamboyant demeanor, and the thought makes your heart flutter.

the two of you walk back to his room, hand in hand as you swing your arms back and forth.

“Stop that, you’re going to reopen your wounds.” Satoru reprimands gently, and you stick your tongue out at him in response. he shakes his head with a chuckle, head bending down slightly and kissing your temple. once reaching the room, he opens the door and lets you walk in first. you slip your shoes off as he locks the door, taking in the familiar space after a month of being away, before you feel arms wrap around your waist once more.

you lean into his warmth, “Miss me?”

“I always do.” his head dips, trailing kisses up your neck. you tilt your head, allowing him more access as he pulls you closer, albeit still gently, and sucks softly where your pulse is. your breath hitches, and you turn to face him as he grabs your cheeks, cradling your head with care and pressing your lips to his own.

the sound of lips smacking fills the room as you walk backwards, legs tripping on an item of clothing on the floor as you tumble on the bed behind you.

you part from the kiss as you lay down, Satoru bracing himself above you as his flexing arms come into view.

“What did I tell you about not putting away your clothes?” you scold, but all Satoru does is smile fondly at the domestic question.

“Not to do it?”

you exhale beneath him, “Exactly.”

he chuckles, head bending down to kiss your cheek, nose, and forehead repeatedly before you’re a giggling mess and pushing him away. “Let’s change and cuddle, I’m so fucking tired and if I’m not in your arms within the next five minutes, I’m going to lose my mind.”

Satoru grins at your words, “Seems like you miss me too, huh.”

you sit up and begin unbuttoning your outfit, “Of course I missed you! I haven’t seen my boyfriend in a month, that’s way too long. I even miss your stupid habit of leaving clothes around everywhere.”

Satoru throws one of his large shirts beside you, and you pick it up before slipping into it. you watch as he removes his clothes, trying not to eye the ripple in his muscles as he stretches his arms above his head.

“It just feels empty without you.”

you crawl into the bed, bare legs sliding against the soft comforter and sighing as you sink into the pillows. all you needed now was Satoru. he climbs in next to you immediately, looking down at you before pecking your lips once more.

you smile into the kiss, hands making their way behind his head as you untie his mask. it falls off gracefully, and you stare as you watch him blink slowly, sapphire irises coming into view. you pull his face closer, kissing his eyelids as he blinks with each kiss.

“I’m here now,” he whispers, smile wavering as he continues, “I’m sorry I couldn’t be there with you.”

you shake your head at him, “That was out of your control, ‘Toru. I don’t blame you. Plus, I can handle myself, even if I did miss you like crazy.”

“What can I do to make it up to you?” he moves his face back to your neck, teeth scraping at the sensitive skin as you mewl.

“Just... stay.”

you breathe a sigh of happiness, pushing lightly at Satoru’s chest to look at him. “Stay with me. For tonight; for eternity.”

he smiles, looking enamored with you, and you feel your heartbeat stutter.

“That’s not something you have to worry about, pretty. You’re stuck with me forever, no one could take me away from you. Not even you.”

you roll your eyes with a breathless laugh, and Satoru kisses your lips one last time before holding you close. you move to lay your head on his chest, falling asleep to the comforting sound of his heart.

Satoru watches your eyelids slowly stop blinking as you succumb to sleep, feeling his chest throb at the sweet sight. as he glances at your hand intertwined with his own, he reminisces of a time when he thought such a pure love was impossible.

impossible for him, at least.

but here you were, clad in one of his oversized cotton t-shirts with messy hair splayed on his chest; you, who defied all odds.

you, who had treated Megumi as if he were your own child the moment you met him. you, who showed up during one of Satoru’s harder missions and helped him defeat the curse simply because you missed him and wished to spend time with him. you, who could handle yourself in battle to the point Satoru would brag about you to other teachers.

as for his habits, your needs aligned with his own, craving skin-to-skin contact, and daily calls where you talked about the mundane things in life. Satoru cherished the times when you would look at him with nothing but pure, undeniable love, caressing his face with a gentleness that he has only ever experienced with you.

in the end, Satoru Gojo finding love was no longer a mere passing thought. it was something real; his reason for getting up each morning, his reason for attending meetings on time. and most of all, his reason for coming home completely unscathed to see you.

and as he gazes at you one last moment before closing his eyes, one thought comes to mind.

it seemed his impossible love was not so impossible anymore.

#gojo fluff #gojo satoru fluff #gojo x gender neutral reader #gojo x reader #gojo x y/n #jujutsu kaisen x gender neutral reader

[dyslexic-mess]

Suits and Stars AU part 2

(Part one)

Suits where not really Dannys thing.

For one, the shoulder pads made him look much too square for his liking. The fitted waist was all to exposing and three layers? Absolutely not. As he approached the building, a shimmering skyscraper that practically screamed ‘you can’t afford to look at me’, Danny decided it wasn’t worth the hassle and took off his blazer. A vest and tie where enough, right? Besides, its not like he actually worked there. The dress code wasn’t really his problem beyond looking vaughly like he fitted in.

The stiff fabric hooked over one arm, he strutted into the building with all the zeel of a man who worked a wall street office job.

“Nicholas Halden” he said to the receptionist, putting his hands in his pockets as she clicked on her computer. “Your not on the system” she replied, eyeing him suspiciously. “First day.” he countered, easily. “Inturn?” damn, what was this girl, a cop? Danny brightened his smile a little more “new P.A, actually”

She gave him one last look over her glasses, scanning him. “I don’t have any ticks or fleas. Promise.” He crossed his heart with that, leaning into his smile so it became more of a smirk. The woman finally cracked a little, huffling through her nose with an up turned lip before flipping through a folder. She handed him a lanyard “make sure you keep it that way, Mr. Halden” Danny took it and began to walk backwards in one motion, towards the security gates. “Nick” he offered. She finally smiled at him. “Nick.” she corrected in a slightly warmer tone. “Get a proper security pass before next week”

“Will do!” He responded as he turned to walk properly, shooting a finger gun over his shoulder as he did.

Receptionists. They held the keys to the castle and they knew it. Thinking about it, Danny would rather get grilled by a cop. They where easier to charm.

The office itself managed to be both claustrophobic and far to big. Rammed with people in suits of varying quality, tapping on keyboards and scribbling on paper. They chattered to each other about one thing or another and it was absolute murder on Dannys over sensitive ears. He fought the urge to cover them as he made for the office at the top, of course, that was sectioned off by a glass wall and a door twice as big as it needed to be.

He recognized his employer inside, looking more commanding in his own set of shoulder pads and dress shoes. Danny would almost believe you if you told him this guy and the tussled looking dude from last night were different people. Almost.

They were still the same in some very key ways. The tightness in his movements, the way his eyes scanned his surroundings so he noticed Danny long before he approached and, of course, that scowly tilt to his brow that darkened his features and shadowed those mottled blue eyes.

It was a shame, really, and Danny found himself, briefly, wanting to make the man smile.

He did not smile when he clocked Danny. Infact, that serious scowl seemed to deepen slightly as he waved him in, dismissing the other men in equally stuffy suits he'd been talking to.

"You got past reception?" He questioned, seeming surprised. Danny shrugged "don't panic, most people wouldn't"

Tim just hummed, positioning his laptop so it faced away from his office facing window. He pulled up a very official looking document with 'Nicks' ID and employment files. "Nicholas Halden. That's a little on the nose" Danny crossed his arms. "Does that make you Burke?"

The other man snorted "yeah. It dose." He handed Danny another lanyard, this one looking more official than the 'guest' card he was wearing. "I'm not dumb enough to let a known criminal walk around without keeping tabs-"

"-I'm not known" Danny butt in, a little prideful. Tim waived a hand at him.

"I know. In any case, this'll track your movements."

"Your not a convicted fellon so you can leave it at the door at the end of the day but if your on the clock, your wareing this."

The way Tim was debriefing him made Danny wonder if the nervous, flighty looking man he'd met last night had been a mask. This guy was clearly no stranger to being in authority and had no problems dolling out orders. It was, in a way, reassuring. He just hoped Tim could back up his thunder.

He directed his attention back to the computer, where Tim pulled up work schedules, fake contact details and a bit of fabricated history for nick. Just in case.

"Nick is my new P.A, employed with good recommendation, on a probationary period. That gives you clearance to do most things on the grounds I asked for it. Just don't go abusing the privilege-"

Danny rolled his eyes, Tim didn't bother acknowledging it.

"You work the job. You find my rat. When we've tied the loose ends, Nick starts underperforming and we let him go."

It was Dannys turn to hum as he looked over the startlingly good fake documents. Damn, even tucker would struggle to produce something like this! Did it make him curious? Hell yea but for now he was gonna mind his business.

"Its a good plan" he commented, flicking through the tabs a few more times as he did. "Though I don't remember you mentioning I'd have to do actual work around here when we spoke last"

Tim glanced at him "What, think you can't handle it? Or do you just have an aversion to legit work?" Danny huffed and rolled his eyes again "whatever, sure. Book you a taxi and reserve you a restaurant between actually doing what you're paying me for. Piece 'a cake"

"Better be" Tim sighed, closing his computer. "This has a time limit. The-"

"Yeah, yeah, the longer they get away with it, the more confident they'll get in what they leak. I got it." Danny finished and Tim raised an eyebrow. "Don't do that infront of the other employees. You might not answer to me but Nick does." He dead panned.

Danny just gave another one of his easy smiles, picking up his new ID, which felt more like a tracking collar, and spinning it on one finger. "You got it, pretty boy"

Tim puffed out his cheeks in the biggest expression Danny had managed to get from him, pointing a finger in his direction as Danny went to leave. "And don't call me that either!" He called after him.

Oh yea. This was gonna be a fun couple of weeks.

(Part three)

#dpxdc #bek writes #struggling for an au name on this one? #Office AU maby? #idk. #eather way Im vibing with it #who knows how far this one will go #for now Im likeing it #I decided #Suits and Stars AU

[tessenpai]

Kono Oto Tomare Chapter 128 Scans and Rough TL

Disclaimer: Please DO NOT use this translation to make your own TL of the chapter!! The KOT TL group works very hard to give you the most accurate translation, that does as much justice to the original script as possible. This is a ROUGH translation. That means is faulty and there must be mistakes in certain places. This is just for impatient people like myself to get a grasp on what is going on in the chapter! You can REFERENCE my TL if you want to discuss the chapter but never USE it as it was your own.

Scans: https://klz9.com/jxsh-kono-oto-tomare-raw-chapter-128.html

Page 1

Sign: Judge's Waiting Room.

Side Text: It's Tokise's turn. The competition's second day begins...

Chapter Title: #128 Dull Footsteps

Judge Tatsumi: !

Judge Tatsumi: Agata-sensei, Kurokawa-sensei. Good morning. You are both early, I see.

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Judge Agata: No, we just arrived ourselves.

Judge Tatsumi: Did you get enough rest yesterday?

Judge Agata: Well, yes.

Judge Tatsumi: I was so excited I didn't sleep a wink!

Judge Tatsumi: To think high school clubs would display such high level!

Judge Tatsumi: And today Ichiei, the best in the nation, will play. I truly can not wait.

Judge Kurokawa: Certainly, they have won for 5 consecutive years.

Judge Tatsumi: Exactly! That is amazing---

Judge Kurokawa: Then again, Ichiei's members are all children who aim to become professionals, so it's to be expected that they are at a completely different level.

Judge Tatsumi: You may be right about that but... Yesterday's Meiryo and Chibana's performances were perfect

Judge Tatsumi: I can't imagine what could possibly surpass that.

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Judge Tatsumi: ---Also, there is one school that has picked my interest.

Judge Kurokawa: !

Judge Kurokawa: Aah, you mean that problematic school...

Judge Kurokawa: They are out of the question, I would say.

Judge Kurowaka: How could they cause such a commotion and not get suspended?

Judge Tatsumi: They did explain to us that the students weren't really at fault for the incident.

Judge Kurokawa: Where there is smoke, there is fire. It's detrimental to the other students as well.

Judge Kurokawa: At least we, the judges, should give a proper and fair evaluation---

Judge Agata: Are you not planning to judge them solely based on their performance?

Judge Kurokawa: Eh...?

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Judge Agata: Excuse me but, it sounded to me like you are planning on lowering your rating over areas irrelevant to the performance, so…

Judge Kurokawa: ...I'm sorry you see it that way. To begin with, I don't believe you can separate the performance from the performer.

Judge Kurokawa: For instruments and music... Attitude. Courtesy, Respect... I believe those things are included in the performance.

Judge Kurokawa: And I will most definitely consider them in my judgment.

Judge Kurokawa: --Well, I don't know if you would understand this, Agata-sensei, since you are a musician who always does new things, like collaborating with other genres and using unusual performance methods without respecting the traditions.

Page 5

Judge Agata: I have never disrespected tradition.

Judge Arata: I am trying to explore all of its possibilities while cherishing it.

Judge Tatsumi: Now, now.

Judge Tatsumi [thoughts]: Man... These two are a pain in the ass as per usual...

Judge Tatsumi [thoughts]: ---Then again, the school in question... I feel sorry for the Tokise kids.

Judge Tatsumi[thoughts]: Even in the unlikely event that they make it to the top

Judge Tatsumi [thoughts]: I can clearly see the bashing we would receive from other schools and their parents.

Judge Tatsumi [thoughts]: I want to avoid that kind of hassle.

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Judge Tatsumi [thoughts]: But that doesn't mean I wouldn't be conscience-stricken if I lowered my ranking because of that.

Judge Tatsumi [thoughts]: At the end of the day

Judge Tatsumi [thoughts]: It will be fine as long as Tokise's performance is not that good.

Judge Nanba: Good morning---

Judge Tatsumi: Nanba-sensei, Iwagaki-san, good morning.

Judge Tatsumi [thoughts]: --My... to think I could be so calculating and cowardly.

Judge Tatsumi [thoughts]: I think I have become one boring adult.

Page 7

Isaki [thoughts]: I was a bit late to leave. I wonder if I can still ambush Takaoka-kun.

Isaki [thoughts]: Also, I wonder if Uzuki will be waiting for me

Isaki [thoughts]: If not… well, that's the path he chose for himself.

???: Isaki.

Page 8

Isaki: Eh?

Tetsuki: ...

Tetsuki: ...Whatever, I've already gotten used to it. This pattern.

Tetsuki: Alright, fine. I will get in.

Page 9

Isaki: ...Takaoka-kun, sorry.

Tetsuki: Eh?

Isaki: For every time I've taken you forcibly on a drive, I have not once felt an ounce of regret about it. If anything I enjoyed seeing how much you hated it.

Tetsuki: What?

Isaki: But today

Isaki: I regret it from the bottom of my heart. I'm very sorry.

Tetsuki: What's with that, suddenly? I'm scared now.

Isaki: Well, first off, get in.

Tetsuki: I reaally don't want to...

Isaki: Just do it

Tetsuki: Whaa---...

Page 10

*No text*

TL/N: Welcome to spooky season.

Page 11

Tetsuki: ----... Uh... umm...

Tetsuki [thoughts]: Don't... tell me

Tetsuki [sfx]: Turns

Isaki: Yup, as expected you are quick on the uptake.

Isaki: -----

Page 12

Isaki: That's Chika's father.

Chika(?): No joke, the air is so crisp and clear the moment you arrive at the venue!

Mittsu(?): It feels like something is about to happen

Satowa(?): Aren't there more people than yesterday?

Chika(?): Ah, you are right.

Suzuka: Well, it's Ichiei's, the Nation's number one, turn. Also--

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Student 1: Aren't those the Tokise people?

Student 2: Woah, they are.

Student 3: They do kinda stick out like a sore thumb...

Student 4: They really came...

Sane: Ri... right...

Suspicious men: Did you take it?

Chika: !

Satowa: Kudou?

Tsukaji: Hello, you guys!

Tsukaji: How are you feeling?

Page 14

Chika: Old man!

Tsukaji: Did you get proper sleep yesterday?

Chika: Ye- yeah

Suspicious guy 1: Who's that dude. Get outta the way---

Komaki: Whaaat---

Komaki: Are these Peeping Toms what I'm seeing here? Oh gosh, scaaryy-

Tsurugi: Security, over here--!

Suspicious guy 1: Shut up. What the hell!

Suspicious guy 2: Hey, let's just go.

Tsurugi: What? You shut up!!

Tsurugi: Are you ok?

Suzuka: I'm sorry. Thank you very much.

Student 1: Even voyeurs.

Student 2: Well, isn't this their own fault?

Page 15

Student 3: Isn't it because Tokise has come that people with no civility have gathered here?

Student 4: This is really bothersome.

Tsukaji: Ugh---

Chika: Old ma...

Sane: It's all good, Tsukaji-san.

Sane: I don't mean to brag here, but we are used to playing in hostile fields

Page 16

Mittsu: You really are bragging---

Satowa: Well, we have certainly got used to it.

Satowa: To people (audibly) talking behind our backs and being looked at with disdain.

Takezou [thoughts]: They really do have thick skin... Should I be happy about that...?

Hiro: Hozuki-chan is growing so fast.

Takezou [thoughts]: Ah but, what about the first years---

Atsumu: I used to get bullied! The fact that you guys are with me now makes me feel so at ease!

Natsu: I don't care about other people.

Takezou [thoughts]: Aah, so strong.

Sane: Wahaha we know, Momoya.

Page 17

Sane: Well, that's how it is. So you don't have to---

Tsukaji: I'm so touched...

Sane: Whaat--...?

Tetsuki [thoughts]: ...Isaki-san.

Isaki [thoughts]: ...Yes.

Page 18

Tetsuki [thoughts]: What is this ride from hell?

Isaki [thoughts]: Sorry. I'm really sorry...

Isaki [thoughts]: My brother didn't even contact me, he just suddenly appeared...!!

[flashback begins]

Chika's Father: ---Isaki

Isaki: Eh?

Isaki: Wai- what!? Bro- brother!?

Isaki: Wha- no way. Why are you here!? Don't tell me you came to listen to the performance!?

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Chika's Father: ...

Isaki: Ah, no.

Isaki: Sorry, I totally thought you were not coming. You gave me a start.

Chika's Father: I'm going back.

Isaki: What!?

Isaki: Now, wait a second. Why are you so bent out of shape over this? Didn't it take a lot of determination to come here!?

Isaki: And didn't you come all the way to where I'm staying hoping I could give you some room with Chika!?

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Chika's Father: ...I haven't really thought about something like that.

Chika's Father: I don't want to see him.

Isaki: ...Then why did you come all they way to this place.

Chika's Father: ...

Chika's Father: ... ....

Isaki [sfx]: Pissed

Isaki: Whatever, I gotta go pick those two up. For the time being, just get in the car, Brother!!

[end flashback]

Isaki[thoughts]: Maybe I was too reckless---

Page 21

Isaki [thoguths]: No, but if I let him like that, I'm sure Brother would've gone back...

Isaki [thoughts]: Even so, this atmosphere is so heavy---

Tetsuki: Um.

Tetsuki: Is today perhaps... your day off from work?

Isaki [thougths]: Takaoka-kun...

Chika's Father: No...

Tetsuki: Ah, that means you took a vacation day to come here, then.

Chika's Father [sfx]: Glare...

Tetsuki [thoughts]: Woah

Isaki: Hold on!! You drop that rude attitude towards Takaoka-kun right now, you stupid brother.

Chika's Father: !

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Isaki: He has always been beside Chika supporting him, and the reason he is able to smile now is because of Takaoka-kun!

Isaki: Instead of glaring at him shouldn't you be thanking him?

Chika's Father: ...I ...See.

Chika's Father: ... ... Sorry...

Tetsuki: Ah, not at all...

Isaki[thoughts]: A man who won't say"Thank you"...

Page 23

Chika's Father: ...Are you also his... friend?

Tetsuki & Isaki: !!

Uzuki: ...No. I'm...

Uzuki: The person who vandalized Chika's Granpa's place and then framed Chika as the culprit.

Tetsuki & Isaki [thoguths]: Geh....!!!!

Page 24

Chika's Father: Wha...

Uzuki: Also, recently, to make Chika look bad, I edited a video where he was helping out a kid from being harassed, posted it on social media, and it became trending.

Tetsuki: He- Hey, Uzuki Are you serious...

Chika's Father: ..Wha

Chika's Father: What... Are you saying...?

Chika's Father: You mean that incident, it wasn't the guys he hung out with---

Isaki: I don't know how many times I've told you, Chika had nothing to do with it.

Chika's Father: But... The fact that he was the cause of it is true, isn't it!?

Isaki: ...Trying to become happy... He grabbed onto Dad's hand, that's all.

Chika's Father: Hu...

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Uzuki: Fu ...If you had really looked at Chika.

Uzuki: You would have easily known that.

Isaki: Uzuki-kuuun?? You are right, but that is not something you should be saying, is it?

Isaki: You have no right to reproach my brother.

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Uzuki: ... I'm sorry...

Tetsuki [thoughts]: ...What is this ride from hell... (Second time)

Isaki [thoghts]: I promise I will invite you to eat expensive meat.

[flashback]

Chika's Father: You are a disgrace!!

Chika's Father: In your 3rd year of middle school, and you can't tell the difference between what is right and what is wrong to do!?

Isaki: Wait, Brother! Stop it, we are in front of Dad.

Chika's Father: You stay out of it!

Chika's Father: What's with those eyes. If you have an excuse, then say it

Chika: ...Nah, not really.

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Chika's Father: What did you say?

Chika: Whatever, I don't care.

Chika [memory]: Dad

Chika [memory]: Dad

Chika[distorted]: D a d...

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Chika: I don't give a shit about what you think about me anymore.

Chika [memory]: I'm sorry for being born.

[end flashback]

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Chika's Dad [thoughts]: Even if there is a person right next to me who framed my son for a crime.

Chika's Dad [thoughts]: Even if that person spits sarcasm at me.

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Chika's Dad [thoughts]: The right to be angry about such a thing.

Chika's Dad [thoughts]: I don't have it.

Sane: I'm glad we can sit together.

Kota: Riight?---

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Takezou's Mom: Takezou! Takezou!

Takezou: Ah

Chika: Your mom and dad?

Takezou: Yeah...

Chika: Wahaha You look just like your mom!!

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Assistant: Ichiei High School, you have 10 minutes before leaving.

Kifune-sensei: Yes, thank you. Ok, guys, let's get ready to leave---...

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Kifune-sensei: Mi...

Luka: Miran, it's time.

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Akira: If I remember correctly, Ichiei was playing 4th, right?

Suzuka: Yes.

Akira: Um... Did you notice? Ichiei's parts. Before, they---...

Suzuka: Aah, yes.

Program:

Solo - Luka Chevalier

1st Koto - Hoshou Sao

2nd Koto: Hanahata Imari

3rd Koto: Saotome Miran

17-Stringed Koto: Takamura Togo

Suzuka: Apparently, they have no intention of giving up first place this year either.

Side Text: The new interpretation of [Tomfoolery] that Luka and Miran's exchange has sparked is---...

---Kono Oto Tomare! will continue on the next issue!---

#kono oto tomare! #kono oto tomare #kot #sounds of life #stop this sound! #kot! #rough tl #kono oto tomare 128 #kono oto tomare! 128 #kot 128 #kot! 128 #spoilers

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Teacher!Zhongli x Reader

/TRADING FAVORS/

cw: nsfw/mdni , power imbalance , mild dubcon , creampie , oral(m!receiving) , "Sir" and "Pretty Girl" are used a few times

word count: 4,5k

taglist for the teacher x student series: @kithewanderingme @rvisn @celestarvs @arraxthatsonjah @riarelyn @scaramoochie2657 @ll34hh @pussymode / idk why the rest wouldn't tag but i'll try in the comment section

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Everyone knows that Mr.Zhongli takes on offers from his students. If you're really desperate for your grade(example being the end of the semester) he'll make a deal that satisfies the both of you.

And that's perfectly fine, he's respectful, patient and never pushy. He won't ever be the one suggesting it, and you can always change your mind, maybe that's why nobody fired him yet.

He believes in exchanging favors, he reckons that it's the only way you make connections throughout your life. He offers extra tutoring if you actually want to prepare for his test but a man has needs and he doesn't mind taking advantage of lazy students that would be happy to find a way around studying.

So there you were, fidgeting around in his office, waiting for him to finish sorting some papers. Your friends reassured you countless times, just be straightforward and truthful and there won't be any problems.

You were desperate to keep your scholarship, and even with your hardest efforts, you couldn't seem to get an A in his class. Your dusted cheeks were a cue to him, and he already knew why you were there, sitting all pretty across his desk with your thighs pressed together, buttons on your shirt loose and your eyes peering at him, all doe and innocent.

"Ah, I see..." he mumbles, scanning over your scores on his computer.

"A high achiever If I may notice" he comments, a gentle smile directed at you. You nod, not really having the courage to say anything.

"No need to be shy, I understand...Scholarships are hard to keep, even getting one is a hassle" he tries to relax you, placing his glasses on the table. You clear your throat, urging yourself to speak up.

"Yes, uhm...I currently have 81%...I need at least 91 to keep it so that it totals correctly with my other classes...I was wondering if there was....anything that I'm able to do since all of the exams are over..." you try to smile but the nervousness just makes it awkward so you decide to look away.

"Mhmm...of course, now I don't usually have students ask for A's, I'd say that those would take a bit more effort this late into the semester...don't you think?" he muses, getting up from his chair.

Your heart is pounding against your ribcage, his large form coming dangerously close. You think about bailing and never showing your face again, but the damage has been done, your image is already compromised just from you sitting right here at this exact moment.

"Yeah...that would be alright" you nod, meeting his eyes. Zhongli's mind was racing, and keeping himself calm took great effort. You're delicious, soft and timid yet right here in front of him, something he never would suspect after teaching you this whole year. Usually, he can tell, or at least speculate about who'll be crawling to him at the end of the year. You? Never in a million years.

It was very obvious that you weren't used to dressing like that, and judging by the way you tried to seamlessly cover yourself let him know that you were quite uncomfortable.

"Do you maybe want to come around some other time?" he mused, taking your hand in his, inspecting it as your fingers shook from embarrassment.

"It's urgent, the documentation needs to be delivered by the end of the week" you mutter, swallowing a lump in your throat. He nods, moving away so that he could lock the door.

"I see that you're uneasy, how about this...." he thinks for a little sitting back in his chair.

"You may do whatever you want, anything you have in mind and I'll agree, and if I'm satisfied I'll up your grade....don't worry, I'm not greedy" Truth to be told, he sometimes is, but scaring you off is the last thing he wants to do, after all, you made him feel some kind of tension he hadn't felt for a long time. You're not aware of it, but you could just breathe against his lips and he would round your grade to a 100 in a heartbeat. Maybe he's sadistic, he thinks...was it because you were so hesitant compared to everyone else? Because you looked inexperienced and he wanted nothing less than to defile every surface of your being? He scolds himself for thinking about seeing you again after this. Maybe when all is said and done, he can suggest something else...no...he shouldn't, he already crossed enough lines and he can't put his job at risk any further. He should enjoy it now that the opportunity is laid out right in front of him.

Truthfully, it's not the job he cares about, would he call himself too nervous to be bold with you?

You caught his eye before, yet he never gave it much thought, but there was always a need clawing at him beneath the surface. He remembers the way your eyes would follow him around the classroom, drinking every word that left his mouth as your pen worked overtime to catch up with his sentences.

He got lost in thought, and as he snapped back to present, he saw you getting up from your chair. On shaky legs you made move for the door, double-checking if it was locked. With a slow, self-encouraging breath, you turned back to him.

Excitement bubbles in his chest, his cock stiffening as you approach him with unsure steps. You stood out because you were timid, so curse him for being the stereotypical pervert that gets off on that.

You are so close to him and he can feel your shaky breath on his face. Your fingers move to his shirt, steadying yourself while you tower above him, pressing your soft lips against his.

If you thought your heart was going to jump out of your chest before, goodness knows how fast it's thumping now. You feel lightheaded, but being pulled in his lap brings some sense of relief for a split second. His lips part, deepening the kiss.

You're overthinking still, what if your lips are too dry, what if your kisses are too messy, what if someone catches you...The last one is being pushed as far back to your mind as possible in order to keep you sane.

None of it seems to matter once his rough tongue scrapes against yours, causing your mouth to open wide to let him reach whatever he wants to taste. Low grunts get absorbed, echoing in your throat. Despite your pride, you feel yourself getting more and more aroused, calloused hands reaching to the back of your neck and holding you in place.

You feel the outline of his cock against your panties, twitching up whenever you suckle on his tongue, swallowing the spit pooling in your mouth. His other hand is secured tight around your waist, gently guiding your hips in rhythm with his small, held-back thrusts.

Boldly, you unbutton his shirt, struggling a bit since your eyes have been shut tight ever since you started kissing, peaking ever so often to check if he's enjoying himself. Sneaking your hands over his now exposed chest, you feel up the defined, warm figure under your fingertips. He's taking sharp breaths whenever you tickle over any particularly sensitive spot on his lower belly, his moans getting a tad louder.

The hand on your neck disappears, only for you to feel it trail down to your hips, finding purchase on them from each side. Zhongli is getting a bit impatient, his pants now uncomfortably tight and he hopes you'll do something soon, but at the same time he'd like to keep being engulfed by the warmth of your lewd mouth, sinful whines and pleas rolling off your wet tongue each time he bucks his hips into you.

Finally, he lets you go, watching as you gulp for air, eyes glossy and half-lidded. You hesitate to grab at his trousers, feeling up the large bulge that immediately throbs against your palm. His calloused hand rests atop of yours, guiding you to press harder.  You adjust to sit on one of his thighs, your legs cramping from your previous position. Placing your hand back on him, you squeeze gently, eying the way he bites the inside of his cheek.

If you exclude the fact that he's your teacher, you'd probably rate this as one of the hottest affairs you ever had. Or maybe it was especially because he's your teacher...which you deep down know is the truth. You give him a knowing look, briefly tugging at the belt he was wearing.

He unbuckles it for you, unhooking the button underneath as well. He feels the warmth of your pussy on his thigh, imagining how it looks under the thin panties you're wearing. He'd guess that they're thin by how soaked they are, enough so that he can feel the wet spot on his pants.

His curious hands never left you, hiking up your skirt and stealing glances of your plum thighs, along with a few firm glides of his fingertips between your legs, never touching but always getting agonizingly close to where you began to crave him most.

He traces the outline of your panties, teasingly just tugging at the edges before resting them on top of the armrests, deciding that he has guided you enough.

"I know that all classes are long over, but I wouldn't mind if we up the pace of this, a man can only hold out so long" he suggests, flicking his eyes to his hard-on, like he wants to admit how uncharacteristically impatient he's getting, and the relief of having his belt undone didn't satiate him enough.

Truth be told, he wanted to fuck you a moment ago, right there in his lap, but he likes teasing himself, seeing for how long he can keep his cool before manhandling you around and taking what he wants. It wouldn't be the first time he surrendered to his needs, bending students over the desk and holding them down until he's all empty and milked dry, giving a few clicks on his computer after and leaving the room, letting them stay there, ruined,  messy and all alone in his own office.

You heard those rumors too, and at this point, you'd rather take that over having any kind of control right now. You want to be told what to do, that's just how you always were... But if you look at this like just one more order, maybe differently formulated...but it's an order nonetheless. A request to be bold, tempting and pleasing all the same, in the ways you best knew.

Getting down on your knees, you tug at his boxers, regaining his attention. He helps you by raising his hips, letting his underwear and pants pool at his ankles.

Dear lord, the way he's sitting forces you to squeeze your legs together. He's looking down at you, praying on every exposed skin of your cleavage, his legs spread out confidently, muscular thighs flexing as cold breeze tickles the tip of his leaking cock.

Before you move to grasp it in your hands, you unbuttoned your shirt, letting it fall off your shoulders. Your nipples were already prominent against your thin shirt, but now that he sees everything, he has to grip on that armrest a bit tighter.

He can already see them covered in his seed, dripping between them and down your stomach, some landing on your collarbones as well. He wouldn't want to cum down your throat...you're too precious for that...but having your skin stained in his release seems much more appealing. By what logic he can't explain, but he's already squirming in his seat.

You search your brain for more things you could do before touching him, biting your bottom lip in thought.

"Mr. Zhongli, would you mind getting up?" you ask, resting your hand in your lap as he shuffles around, kicking his trousers off fully before sitting up from his chair.

With big doe eyes, you thank him, looking up at him. He's shameless, able to be as naked as the day he was born in such a public space. His hand comes down to grip at his cock, giving it a few slow tugs toward your lip, the comes trails below your chin, inching you closer, loosening your jaw with his fingers.

"Ohh...that's a precious sight indeed, what else are you able to show me?" he asks, tenderly rubbing his length across your cheek. You hum, letting him guide your head before you finally stick out your tongue, curiosity getting the better of you. You were shamefully eager to have a taste, placing the purpled head inside your warm mouth, suckling and swallowing around him, just to daringly look up at him.

His breath was ragged, words cut short when you slowly slid him down your throat. Your hands were balled into fists, nails imprinting moon-like crests into your palm. You struggled not to gag, fighting back tears while you bobbed your head.

"Shhh...look" he huffed, grabbing your hair, guiding you off of him. He held himself at the base, a large hand covering half of his dick. As you relaxed your mouth, he slowly thrusted inside, your lips bumping softly against his fist as he pumped himself in sync.

Your tongue was lolled out, your mouth filling up with spit, coating his dick thoroughly as strings of sticky saliva lubed up his fist. He's being considerate, and for some hell sent reason it makes you respect him and hate him at the same time.

The pretty sounds of your glucking throat leave him in a daze, ragged moans rushing past his lips. Your cheeks are so full, and he makes sure to prod the inside of them with his cock ever so often.

"Breathe..." he whispers, pulling out so that only the tip of his pulsing length is resting on your tongue. You do exactly that, closing your mouth around him to relieve the ache in your jaw.

He wipes his hand against your cheek before joining it to the one already tangled in your hair. You feel the eagerness in his touch, bracing yourself, you grab onto his thighs.

Pushing your head towards him, he slips to the back of your throat, keeping you there for a brief moment until you get used to him, swallowing your gags.

"There you go, such a pretty girl, look up..." he hums, rutting his hips. You fight the urge to cough, eyes teary as he slams into your throat, his navel pressing against your nose with every thrust. He tries to keep looking at you, yet he can't help but throw his head back, closing his eyes as he chases his pleasure. He zeroes in on the rhythm of his balls slapping against your chin, your weak arms pushing at him to no avail. He needs you to hold on a little longer though.

He stares at his ceiling briefly, his own moans spurring him on as well. He should feel guilty, shouldn't he? He ponders over that for a moment before he feels the knot in his lower stomach tightening, heat coiling through his muscles. Who cares if this makes him a terrible, gruesome man, if it was wrong it wouldn't make his dick so hard.

He looks back down to see you digging your nails into his thighs, and your eyes are filled with fear. You're starting to feel dizzy, vision blurring. You're trying to pull off but his hand keeps a stern grip on your head for a few long thrusts before he pulls out, fisting his cock. Deep grunts and groans buzz inside your head until he pulls your head a few inches back, aiming his release toward your naked breasts.

You watch hypnotized as he fucks into his fist, his strokes now short and fast-paced as his knees buckle.

"Hah....fuck..." and it dawns on you that you never heard this man curse, just as he paints your chest white in his seed. It suddenly reminds you who you're really doing this with.

He holds onto your head a bit tighter, trying to ground himself briefly. His eyes are many shades darker than earlier and you've been treated nicely long enough. It's not that you mind, and you don't know when but this stopped feeling like an exchange of favors, and more like a forbidden hookup. The shift in mood was evident, and even Zhongli doesn't seem too keen to keep his composure.

His cock is still stiff, jerking ever so often as your breath ghosts over his sensitive head.

He wipes his hand against his thigh, offering the other to you. Your calves ache from the position and he holds you up for a moment before pushing you back, hoisting you onto the table. You can still practically feel him in your throat, especially when he wraps his fingers around your neck, his hungry lips bruising yours.

His hand trails under your skirt, feeling the soaked fabric of your panties. Your face is flushed...you're not sure if he can feel the needy throbs of your clit against his fingertips, but he can for sure feel and hear the gasps coming from you, considering he's the one swallowing each and every one down.

He twirls the fabric in his hand, balling it together before pushing it to the side, exposing you.

Moving the hand from your neck, he lowers it against your hole, dipping only slightly to see just how much you're desperate.

Pressing his forehead against yours, he slowly slides one of his slender fingers inside, adding the second one with ease.

"There...How badly do you need that grade, show me?" your brain is mush, his voice eliciting constant shivers down your neck and spine, making your toes curl. This tone was new, voice raspy and rough.

You wrap both of your hands around his wrist, burying his fingers deeper, mewling when they start curling and prodding against the softness of your pussy.

"I thought you said we will do whatever I want" you protest, trying to call him out for being a liar.

"Is this not what you want?" he taunts, whispering in your ear.

"You want me to stop?" he questions, snaking his other hand under the small of your back for support before he starts slamming his palms into you, lewd slick sounds of your pussy against his hand filling the room. You feel like you can't catch a proper breath, each slap against your clit knocking the air out of your lungs with its intensity.

"No!" You moan, spreading your legs further apart until your thighs strain and the seams of your skirt loosen with painful ripping sounds.

"No?" he dares, gasping with you.

"This does feel good, doesn't it?" He can feel the burn in his shoulder, but he speeds up nonetheless, pulling out only to give a few filthy taps on your clit, spreading the slick from your cunt all over.

You slowly turn into a broken record, stuck on repeating syllables of his name, choked by incoherent whines and sniffles.

Your knuckles are turning white as you grip the table with great force, nails scraping against its edge.

"That's a pretty girl, it takes this little to rile you up huh?...No sweetheart don't cry...you can take it..." you feel overwhelmed, you're not even sure if you can cum from the sheer intensity of his thrusts, but it's so addicting and you welcome the water welling up in your eyes.

"I don't think I can cum like that Sir, please...Jesus....fuck" you whine, your legs tensing.

"You don't have to..." he encourages. "Just enjoy it until it's too much, yeah?" his considerate words are followed by a harsh slap against your pussy, making you jolt in his grasp.

You pull him close, burying your head in his shoulder, nodding.

He has to admit that his hand began to ache a while ago, and he can't feel his fingers anymore, the thrusts turning sloppy and mismatched in tempo as he tries to keep up the intensity.

You twist your fingers into his thick hair, desperate to anchor yourself. You're tearing up, your body shaking as it struggles to keep up with how good and bad everything feels at the same time.

He shows mercy soon, pulling out his fingers. You grip onto him tightly, feverishly grabbing at the strands of his hair.

"Please, I need-" you mumble, too embarrassed to articulate anything else, hoping that by some magic he'll read your mind.

His hands find purchase on your skirt, turning you around and guiding your ass against his dick.

"Is this what you're whining for? Or is it something else?" he asks, prodding the tip of it inside.

"I-" you start, trying to defend yourself, but the slow drag of his length stops you, stretching you so much you fear you might split in half. No...that's not it, it's not the sheer thickness of it that makes you tremble, it's the fact that when you turn around he's barely in yet and you already feel like you can't fit an inch further.

He felt big in your mouth but this is different.

"Gonna fuck you until you're spilling out sweetheart...and you're gonna come over here again if you want your silly little grade okay? And you're not going to tell anyone about it..." he threatens, grabbing handfuls of your ass and spreading your cheeks apart so that he can truly see how you're taking him in. He pulls out briefly only to spit in his hand, leathering his dick with a few sloppy strokes.

He pushes into your cunt with a punched-out moan rushing out of his mouth, "such a tight greedy pussy...listen to how nice it takes me..." he praises, giving sloppy thrusts to prove his point, the plapping noise urging him to grind into you harder.

He leans down, angling his hips so that his cock prods even deeper, his shaft finally disappearing fully.

Sneaking an arm under your belly, he slides his hand to cup your wet cunt. You want to respond to his previous threat, but you can't, every word of disagreement would be a blatant lie.

He twirls your clit with his fingers, pinching and flicking over it with each meaningful snap of his hips.

He stills, pressing his hips flush against your ass before pulling you up into his chest, turning your head to the side to distract you from the burn in your core, the change of position intruding in places he didn't press against a moment ago.

Your brows furrow, adjusting to the feeling. "Mr. Zhongli, it hurts, please-"

Grabbing a handful of your breasts, he pins you even closer, your arms flying up to hold onto his forearm.

His fingers are still circling your clit, easing the dull ache in your lower tummy.

"It'll feel better..." he whispers, moving the hand from your pussy and tugging at your wrinkled blouse.

Your eyes are half-lidded but you nod, dropping your arms to your sides for him to slide it off of you. You're breathing heavily, huffing with every minor tug of his dick, jolting ever so often when he sinks snugly against your cervix.

He spreads your legs with his feet, pushing you back down mercifully.

"I'm so nice to you... am I not" he grins, tugging on your hair once he starts fucking into you again.

You can't see it but his eyes are dark with lust like he was an animal locked up behind the bars with someone swaying a juicy piece of meat in front of his nose, and he was finally let out.

His hidden obsession with you was concerning, he wanted to beg and selfishly take you at the same time, and all you ever had to do was smile and nod at him to get him this whipped. He just couldn't understand how it slipped his attention.

He'll make you drunk off his cock, so much that you never want to look at anyone else ever again.

He sways between gentle adoration and toxic possessiveness he can't control, altering amongst sweet promises and hushed groans of claim over you whole.

Only now does he realize how badly he needed to do this, the laid-back facade crumbling over once he feels like he's close, the need to release so deep inside you until he's sure you'll end up knocked up with his kids. He knows he's thinking out loud, especially when you grind into him harder, ridden of last traces of sanity.

All other words are stuck in your throat, but the warm feeling in your belly fully agrees with him, eager to have him release inside you.

He's pounding ruthlessly, knocking you off your feet with each thrust, making the wooden floors creak under the two of you.

You gave up on holding onto the table, letting him hold you up by your hair and the hand that never stopped torturing your pussy, the same intense feeling you had when he fingered you present all over again, only this time you were closer, the ghost of an orgasm spreading through your muscles.

"Don't stop, please..." you whine, being pulled back against him so that he can dig his teeth at your pulse, leaving marks on your neck as he muffles his own screams.

Your toes curl, knees buckling when your high comes crashing in waves, the slaps on your clit sending your mind into a frenzy. You can feel the warm load spilling inside you, with a sharp thrust to your cervix, he makes sure he releases flush against it, fucking his cum in thoroughly.

Gasping for air, you hold onto each other, his hands wrapping possessively around you. Digging his nails into any part of your skin he can reach.

Once you can hold your own weight, he lowers you to the ground, pulling out of you. You hiss at the uncomfortable feeling, sitting up on the table to rest your sore legs.

Zhongli wipes the sweat off of his forehead with the back of his hand, moving the hair out of his face.

You untangle the mess of your skirt and wiggle it back in place, inspecting the marks it left from biting into you for so long.

Shame settles in fast, and you can feel the tears stinging your eyes. How did you allow yourself to get to this point, you're not sure, but you feel nauseous once he adjusts himself within moments, sitting back down in his chair like nothing happened.

"Same time tomorrow Miss Y/N" and yeah, some of them get the nice, simple exchange, but you? You end up having to come to his office every day for the rest of that week, yet for some reason the habit picks up well after your grades are settled.

[A/N]: Hi! Thank you for reading and sorry for the wait! I just forgot how to exist for a second there but yeah, I hope you enjoyed 💕 once again minors do not interact w me even if you actually read this thank you <3

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[svtminji]

secret milan meetings

pairing. jeonghan x oc

word count. 874

date set. late-september 2023

warnings. foul language, pda 🤢, room service #i hate ordering it, fluff, alcholism #no graphic detail, do they smash..? #sexual undertones #late night talking more like late night pillow talking am i right guys..?

an. babe wake up new jeongmi drabble from svtminji on tumblr just dropped. what do you mean it’s been posted? i swear they just posted it

follow up instagram post. 9/27/23

headlines were all important when you’re in the entertainment industry, especially when you’re in a male-dominated group. mizuki always knew that and she had always managed to appear strong in the times she had to do solo activities. in a country without her members and her fiancé, not understanding or knowing the language spoken, and with fans everywhere, she could barely leave the country with a stable piece of mind.

having to leave her home country for a fashion week was pretty difficult as well, though having her members a few countries away, or hours, was easy enough to handle. mizuki would never admit it but she had some serious attachment issues with her members. she headed to her first place of comfort, her hotel room. the walk to her hotel room wasn’t far from the market place and she had her manager with her at all times, so it wasn’t much of a hassle. with the occasional fan-greeting and stopping by stores, her days were filled with fun. upon arriving at the hotel, she couldn’t help but look around the hotel stores placed inside of it.

“ah mizuki, we should start heading to the hotel room. it’s getting quite late and crowded, so it’s best for us to head back to safety.” her manager pulled her aside from the store, motioning towards the path.

“hm? oh right, we should start heading up. did you manage to get the hotel room key? i think i left it there since we were in a rush; though i should check my bag,” mizuki replied and scanned through her bag, “nope, didn’t pack it. i swear i did.”

the manager took one look at her conflicted state and smiled, “i have it, don’t worry. it’s been a heavy week so i took at chance on obtaining the key today.” the manager took it out of her pockets and used a swiping motion towards the female idol.

the female idol sighed. what would she really do without her manager? “thank you unnie~~ i’ll make sure to repay you with room service~~” mizuki said as she expressed her regards. though soon stopped with the sudden laughter of her manager. mizuki, not wanting to look like drunks, quickly rushed her and her manager into the elevator.

“sorry,” her manager muttered, “i just realized there’s a present for you at your hotel room. it was delivered by room service i believe.”

mizuki stared at the elevator numbers going up, what was the present? could it be something from prada or could it be food that her manager could have ordered before arriving? her thinking was cut short due to a small push. the female idol turned to her manager, who motioned to the open elevator door. the pair made their way towards mizuki’s hotel room in the dim-lighted hallway.

“they could have recorded the stanley hotel here.. it’s so fucking scary.”

“they could’ve if ‘stanley’ wasn’t in the name of the movie.”

room 407. they were here and mizuki placed her key card inside the hatch. the door beeped and the room was dark. she turned to her manager, “did you want to come in or are you not wanting that offer of room service?”

“oh don’t worry, i appreciate the offer but i think you’ll like this room service better.” her manager pointed to the empty room and turned on the lights.

in the room standing still was jeonghan. no sentences or thoughts were said or processed, only the word “jeonghan” came out of mizuki’s lips. like any cliché romantic movie, she ran up into his arms and hugged him tightly, to which he greatly accepted it.

“woah there, didn’t think you missed me that much, huh? bet you couldn’t live without me.” jeonghan told her as he brushed the messy hair from her face. the questions were answered with a slight pout from her face as she pulled away.

“of course i missed you. did you seriously think i wouldn’t miss my favorite person in the world? do you even take me seriously? actually, i think you do because why else would you want to book a flight to it-” mizuki replied to his questions with more questions but was soon cut short.

jeonghan knew if he stayed quiet for another ten seconds it would lead to nothingness and he did the best thing in that situation, a kiss. the kiss was short but it did manage to stop the rambling coming from mizuki. she sighed and muttered, “i really did miss you and i hope you know that.”

“i know, how about i make it up to you? we could order ro-”

the sudden cut-off from mizuki was another kiss. he was stuck in place and began to pout. “so now you decide to kiss me at the wrong time. i was actually thinking of ordering some italian cuisine.”

“ay amore mio, we know that we won’t order room service. let’s drink some vintage wine and have some late night talking.”

“wouldn’t we still have to order room service for the wine?”

“i bought some at some winery. i did some wine tasting and this was the best one.”

“well, i’m fine with any you like, mon amor.”

you guys are getting FED with the jeongmi content. this is actually just a jeongmi fan account. can you tell i want a jeonghan in my life.. this is actually jeongmi btw

svtminji est. 2023

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[antariies]

Late Winter in Divinity's Reach

Summary: Winter and Urlae are invited to celebrate the Lunar New Year's festival in Divinity's Reach.

Characters: Winterlayt, Urlae Summer, Lily Summer, Verdanzy

Notes: Winter's POV (2nd person); fluff; 1.2k words; this is my 2024 secret santa red envelope gift for @ruderubicante! happy new year!

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The charr have this theory about humans, that they insist on being so noisy all the time to make up for their dull sense of hearing. You’re inclined to believe it. You’ve only just arrived in the Crown Pavilion and the cacophony of firecrackers and joyous shrieks bombards you from every angle, unrelenting. This was a bad idea.

“This was a bad idea,” Urlae remarks, echoing your thoughts. “We should leave.”

Well, now you obviously can’t leave. That would be letting him win.

“You can leave, if you’d like,” you offer, perfectly cordial. You even give him this sort of sympathetic look you’ve been practicing.

Urlae sees right through it. “You can drop the holier-than-thou act. I know you hate this racket just as much as I do.”

Your reply is as pleasant as spun sugar and just as substantial. “Hm? I don’t know what you’re talking about.” A gaggle of human teenagers rush by, and for some reason, every single one of them feels the need to knock their bony elbows into your legs as they pass like you’re some Dragon Bash piñata. “Ow,” you intone with the same lofty cadence.

Urlae crosses his arms, unimpressed. “Winter, I can see your eye twitching.”

“You should get yours checked then, Doctor.”

“You’re acting like a huge prick right now.”

“And is that your personal or professional opinion—”

“Dad! You made it!” A new voice interrupts your bickering. Urlae turns faster than you, eyes scanning in the direction of the familiar shout until he spots a young charr squeezing her way out of a sea of humans. The tension bleeds from his shoulders as his daughter makes her way over to the pair of you.

“Oh,” he murmurs, a fond smile stretching across his face, “Lily, you look stunning.”

That, at least, you can agree on. Her hanbok is gorgeous in its simplicity, consisting of a pale green chima, an even paler yellow jeogori, and as she gets closer, you spy little white flowers embroidered on the goreum. Combined with her soft, well-brushed fur, she looks like the last frost before spring, in spite of her namesake.

Speaking of spring. Verdanzy is next out of the crowd, the blue-and-orange ribbons of their hanfu fluttering wildly behind them in their hurry. Their beizi is light and delicate, long sleeves billowing around their body like a cloud.

“Hi, Uncle! Hi, Dad!” they cry, and now it’s your turn to smile. Which, to everyone else, looks like an infinitesimal uptick of the corner of your mouth. It seems like a hassle for them, having to constantly dodge lanterns and paper dragons and the occasional stray sparkler because of their height, but when they skid to a halt in front of you, it’s clear that nothing short of an apocalypse could ruin this day for them.

“Wow, Uncle,” they start, breathless, “you look great!”

Pleased, Urlae gives them a short bow. He’s wearing an áo dài himself, a long-sleeved peach-colored tunic embroidered with matching blossoms over black trousers. The whole ensemble is made of silk, and the reflection of the warm lantern lights in the fabric creates an illusion of luminescence.

“Thank you, Verdanzy. I’m glad at least you two understand the importance of dressing well,” he says, shooting you a sidelong glance.

You look down at your extra lumpy sweater. It’s a thing of beauty—in your humble and unbiased opinion—made of eye-catching (though some would say eye-searing) red and yellow wool. “I’m told these are the traditional colors. Very auspicious.”

“But not traditional dress,” Urlae says, picking at a loose bit of yarn on your shoulder. You slap his hand away.

“When did you get here? Have you eaten? Just in case you haven’t, we got something for you!” Lily manages all in one breath. “Here!”

She shoves a paper carton under your noses. Yours, literal, and Urlae’s, figurative. The gentle reminder that you two can’t eat regular food dies on your tongue when you open the container.

“...Is it human custom to eat raw meat during this festival?” you ask instead, staring down at the chilled pile of—you sniff the meat—uncooked pork.

“Nope!” Verdanzy chimes in, “We just asked if we could have some of the, uh, what’s it called?”

“Bánh chưng,” Lily provides helpfully.

“That. We asked for some of the filling before they cooked it. They didn’t even charge us.”

“You’re kind to think of us,” you say, taking the small wooden skewer that Verdanzy holds out to you. The raw pork strips are soft and marbled with fat, yielding under your teeth with surprising ease. Seasoned well with salt and pepper, but unlikely to make you sick later. It’s not bad. Urlae gives you a knowing look as he chews slowly on his own meat skewer. It’s rare the two of you get the opportunity to actually enjoy the food you eat.

“Have you two been enjoying the festival?” Urlae asks after swallowing. 

“Yeah!” Verdanzy nods fervently. “We’ve been having lots of fun at the game tables. I think one of the dealers is using loaded dice, though. I lost a handful of silver there.”

You reach for your gun.

“Dad.”

“That was humor,” you clarify, holstering your pistol. What, did they think you were actually going to shoot someone for your kid? …Hm. Unconvincing even in your own thoughts.

“I liked your joke, Uncle Winter,” Lily reassures. “And you two are just in time for the lion dancers! They’re about to start, c’mon!”

You and Urlae are unceremoniously dragged through a throng of people and all the way to the front of the crowd. Some people glare up at Verdanzy, who can’t help their height, but quickly find other places to look after catching a glimpse of your glower. A crash of cymbals and rhythmic drumming pierces the air, and cheers erupt as costumed dancers bound into the middle of the circle.

They don’t look like any lions you’ve ever seen, but what do you know? Perhaps Canthan lions are much more friendly and colorful than their Elonian counterparts. Admittedly, they’re growing on you. The puppetry is impressive, and for most of the performance you even forget that it’s two human dancers under there, and not one giant, fuzzy beast.

A little ways to your right, Lily urges a reluctant Urlae to offer a cabbage to the lion. “Quick, Dad, he’s coming back around, hold it out! He’s not going to eat it if he can’t see it—”

The lion considers the offering for just long enough that you can see Urlae’s patience wearing thin, then takes the whole head of cabbage into its mouth, making a show of chewing the vegetable with great vigor. Abruptly, it stands up on its hind legs, opens its mouth—

“This is my favorite part,” Verdanzy whispers.

—and begins spitting cabbage leaves back into the crowd. Before you can move out of the way, Verdanzy holds their arm up above your head, protecting you from being pelted by the chewed-up cabbage. To your endless amusement, Urlae is not so lucky. As soon as he peels a cold, wet leaf off his face, he’s immediately hit with another one. And another one.

“It’s supposed to bring good fortune, apparently,” Verdanzy explains, grinning. They look down at you, eyes bright with unrestrained mirth. You would give the world for them to be this carefree all the time.

“Is that so?” you say instead of voicing that thought, “I suppose I am feeling rather fortunate right now.”

“Yeah? That’s good. Happy New Year’s, Dad.”

“Happy New Year’s.”

#gw2 #guild wars 2 #our server had too much goin on in december so we turned out secret santa into secret red envelopes for the new year instead! #my writing #ruderubicante

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

Don’t Look Under The Bed.

What happens when you don’t believe in your imaginary friend anymore?

PART TWO

Kinktober Fest Submission

Monster!Erik x OC

Warnings: Smut, Exhibitionism, Auralism, Helplessness kink, Amaurophilia, Spectrophilia, Size Kink, Somnophilia, Erotic Wrestling

kinktober fest fic challenge  part one

“Because…there was always this small part of you, Sasha, that still believed…that still wanted me around. If you truly didn’t believe in me anymore, then the bogeyman would have fully consumed me…and I would have eaten you. That’s what the bogeyman does, Sasha, it crawls from under your bed at night…snatches you in your sleep…and takes you back to their realm where they…they eat you.”

Waking up the next morning was a hassle, not because Sasha is lazy, even though that’s true, but because she was up all night tossing and turning. What happened shocked her in a multitude of ways. She went from fear, to arousal, to frustration all because of this bogeyman. The bogeyman; the monster beneath her bed; was her imaginary friend. He was now an imaginary monster often believed by children. Sasha could remember her parents using the bogeyman to threaten her into going to sleep on time. It never actually worked by the way.

Sasha looked over the edge of her bed until she was peering beneath her bed upside down. Her eyes scanned from left to right, staring at nothing but clean space. Where did this bogeyman come from? Did a portal just open up beneath her bed at night? there was no trace of a bogeyman hibernating beneath her bed. No claw marks. No smelly monster ooze. Nothing to indicate that a bogeyman lived under her bed.

The bogeyman has a nearly endless number of incarnations, as anything frightening or repulsive will suffice.The monster is usually said to live under a child's bed or in the closet and to appear at night, although in some regions of the United States, he scratches on the window of a child's room. Usually, the bogeyman is more or less humanoid, although he may be much larger or smaller than regular people. He is often dressed in black and may carry a sack or basket with which to kidnap children.

Sasha checked her walk-in closet and there was no sign of him. Sitting on the edge of her bed now, speechless, Sasha couldn’t get the image of the bogeyman crawling towards her, or feeling his lips and tongue all over her pussy out of her mind. He’d probably wanted to do that for so long. She wanted him to finish but he’d edged her instead and it pissed Sasha off. The best goddamn head she’d ever gotten, putting all of her exes to shame. Oral sex from a monster. A kink Sasha never knew she really had—well, technically she has a thing for Venom, Werewolves, and Sex demons showing up in her dreams.

A hand clamped down over Sasha’s mouth. She had a eureka moment. If the bogeyman had been under her bed all this time, then it must have witnessed her having sex. Of course he would know that she liked to be choked. Her ex-boyfriend did it often—in missionary with her legs over his shoulders, in doggy-style with both hands wrapped around her neck from behind while he pounded into her opening, from the side at 5am while he whispered into her ear. The bogeyman probably watched with his coal-black eyes over the edge of her bed, learning what she’d liked for his time with her. Probably felt the bed dip lower in a repeated motion when the sex got rough.

Night fall couldn’t come fast enough. She plans to confront oogie boogie herself and demand answers. After sitting for an hour, Sasha got up to get herself together for a productive day at her studio. She switched on the light in her master bathroom and expected to find a message waiting for her but the mirror was clean and the only thing staring back at her was her reflection. Sasha freshened up and dreaded looking through her unpacked clothes for something appropriate to wear.

“Perfect! Just perfect, Evan, you’re doing great!”

Sasha moved back and forth, camera flicking from different angles to capture the new male model that officially signed a contract through the agency she worked for. He was serving Afro punk realness with his long, slender locs, septum piercing, and chiseled jawline. Sasha couldn’t stop snapping pictures of him.

“I think we have plenty to choose from now. You were made for the camera, Evan,” Sasha let her camera dangle from her neck, “you want to take five before the next shoot?”

Evan stood with his arms out while the oil girl did her job covering his ripped torso with grape seed oil. He peeked over at Sasha through his curtain of locs and flashed a charming smile made for the camera.

“Nah, we can keep going. I’m amped up.”

Sasha nodded her head and turned to her crew to get the set ready for a new shoot. This one required Evan to be damn near naked. It will be black and white.

“Sasha,” Evan’s hand pressed into her lower back, “I should thank you, really, you’re like…the best photographer.”

Sasha’s fingers fumbled clumsily with her camera when Evan started running circles into her lower back. Even through the thick material of her sweatshirt she could feel his long fingers.

“No problem, Evan,” Sasha gave him a weak smile, “Let me know when you’re ready.”

“Oh, I’m ready,” He spoke with a hushed tone that made her shiver, “Just let me know when you’re ready, baby.”

Sasha felt like they were talking about something else entirely. One perfectly threaded brow arched in question and Evan chuckled slightly.

“…let me know when it’s cool to take you out to dinner. I really want to spoil you, Sasha.”

A blush crept up Sasha’s neck and she giggled. Evan smelled so good and he was so handsome. Sasha couldn’t even stare him in the eyes for more than two seconds without looking down at her feet or playing with her hair.

“Just say the word and I’m there.” Evan said.

Why not? Sasha was single and she hadn’t been on a date in a while. There was no telling where things would go. If Evan wanted to come back to her place, she would agree. If Evan wanted to drink some wine and talk for a while, Sasha would be down. If he wanted to make her cum with those smooth, moist lips of his she would be ready and willing—

Fuck, the bogeyman, Sasha thought.

“You okay, gorgeous?”

Sasha focused on Evan’s worried expression.

“Oh! I’m cool. Just spaced. Thinking about something I have to take care of—”

“You ain’t gotta explain yourself, beautiful.”

Sasha made up her mind.

“You can take me out tonight, actually,” Sasha said bashfully, “Are you busy?”

“Shid, not for you,” Evan licked his lips, “I’ll pick you up around 7pm?”

“Good with me.”

Evan was called back to set but he didn’t leave Sasha’s side without grabbing her hand and placing a kiss on it like he was Prince Charming. Sasha felt tingly all over and especially between her legs. Fat mama didn’t want to behave!

After the discovery of Evan’s interest in Sasha, whenever she took a picture of him, it felt intimate. Like he was posing for her. Especially during one particular shoot. He wore loose, flowing, black linen pants that were soaked from water and his third leg sat chubby and semi erect against his thigh. The black and white didn’t help situations because it made his dick print pop out of the photograph like it was 3D. She wasn’t the only one on set with a wet pussy and hungry eyes for Evan apparently. His stylist was extra with every touch to his skin whenever he went to switch wardrobes. She acted like his woman and Sasha wondered if he’d given her some long dickin’. Before shutting everything down for the day, Evan and Sasha exchanged numbers. She could feel envious eyes on her back from almost every woman in that studio.

When Sasha got home after, she found a pile of packages from Wayfair, mostly decorative things for her living room and home office. She had some time before her date so she decided to unpack as much as she could before getting ready. Box cutter in hand, Renaissance on repeat, Sasha went to work. As the day stretched into night, the bogeyman beneath her bed appeared. His shadowy body remained hidden while he listened to Sasha sing off tune.

A part of him wanted to eat her alive, and another part of him wanted to wrap his imposing arms around her and snuggle her close. If only she knew how much he needed her. He took a whiff of the air in her bedroom and took her scent into memory. Shea and vanilla. His claws began to drag along the legs of her bed frame. His monster dick expanded and lengthened rapidly. Sasha entered her room wearing the shortest pair of sleep shorts and a tank top that’s been cropped so high you could see under boob. Her loud, shaky voice bounced off of the walls as she walked back and forth in her room. The bogeyman watched her pretty feet move across the carpet, waiting for her to come a little closer to her bed.

She’d grown up to be…words couldn’t describe. Her curves looked soft and firm at the same time. Her lips reminded him of Betty Boop. Her eyes were big and dreamy. Her skin was perfectly smooth and reminded him of cinnamon. She really grew to love herself and appreciate her beauty. The weight she put on suited her and she looked happy. Happier than she’d ever been. When she was with her toxic ex-boyfriend, she hardly ate and her slender frame didn’t look healthy.

“Evan! Hey!” Sasha said with an obnoxiously joyful voice, “I didn’t even realize what time it was…it won’t take me long to get freshened up. Just let me know when you’re here and I’ll buzz you up…okay…see you soon.”

Sasha stopped at the foot of her bed, only centimeters away from oogie boogie’s clawed hand. She did a little shimmy and her shorts dropped to the floor. A second later her tank top joined the pile. As his sharp, deadly clawed hand reached out to wrap around her narrow ankle, Sasha walked away and in the direction of her bathroom. He growled deeply and instead dragged her clothes beneath the bed with him. One monstrous hand brought the crotch of her shorts to his nose and took a big whiff. Tangy. Slightly sweet. A pleasant musky scent that felt damp to the touch with a faint stickiness. Was she aroused? He could smell it through her pheromones.

Who the fuck is Evan?

Sasha took one last look at herself in the mirror of her walk-in closet, happy with the result, before switching off all the lights. 

Grabbing her bag, she did one final sweep of her room to make sure everything was in order just in case something went down. In her bathroom, Sasha cleared away makeup, not even recognizing a new message written in the condensation on the mirror. A slither ran up her spine and something told her to look up and when she did she went as still as a statue. There was a heart drawn on the mirror, then the words I Love You.

The bogeyman. Sasha grabbed a paper towel and rubbed the mirror down until it was nothing but smudged glass. She didn’t have time to entertain the monster beneath her bed. Stepping back into her room, only the light from the bathroom illuminating her space, she stared at the darkness beneath her bed with trembling fingers. Her glossy lips lined with brown lip liner parted and a tiny breath escaped.

“Erik…I know you can hear me. Listen, could you please behave this one evening? I have a date with a nice guy and…I just want things to go normal…at least until he leaves…okay?”

Silence is all she received in response.

“Are you messing with me right now?” Sasha spoke with a shaky voice, “Answer me, bogeyman!”

Sasha wasn’t prepared for what happened next. She was lifted from the ground by the darkness itself. Her eyes snapped shut and the sound of deep beast-like growls flooded her ears. She opened her eyes slowly and stared down into the shadowy face of the bogeyman with his sunken, onyx eyes and threatening body.

“Who is Evan?” He spoke with a very deep voice.

“Just a friend from work who wants to take me on a date!” Sasha replied frantically.

She could hear buzzing from Evan ringing for her. Sasha began to panic.

“Tha–that’s him. I–I have to go. I promise, I’ll be back home and we can do whatever you want! Just don’t hurt him!”

Sasha gave her best pout and sad eyes in hopes that the bogeyman would sympathize with her. He stared at her for a long time, and Sasha was afraid Evan had left because she didn’t respond. When he finally let her go, Sasha was placed on her feet gently and she backed away with wobbly knees.

“You’ll be back?” He questioned, his voice laced with anger.

“Yes.” Sasha replied.

“Then I suggest you go now before I make you stay. And if I were you, I wouldn’t bring him back here. Unless you want me to kill him, Sasha.”

Sasha left her room and grabbed her things from the kitchen island. She checked her phone to see three missed calls from Evan. Sasha returned his call and as it rang, she took calming breaths.

“Hey sweetheart, everything alright?”

“I'm sorry about that Evan. Why don’t I meet you downstairs?”

“Anything you want, love.”

Sasha took one final look down the hall and into her pitch black room before turning away to leave it all behind for now. When she found Evan, he was waiting by a parked all black Acura. He gave her a hug before opening the door for her to get inside. The ride over to COTE Korean Steakhouse was filled with questions. Evan wanted to know everything about Sasha, from where she grew up to what made her become a photographer.

“I was born and raised in Newark, New Jersey…my is a teacher and my dad is a retired veteran.” She said, “I always dreamed of living on my own in NYC. I saved enough money and worked two jobs to be able to afford my first apartment in Brooklyn.”

Evan told her a little bit about himself. By a little, she meant very little. He shared that he was born and raised in Philly and that he went to an HBCU. He didn’t seem to want to share his childhood or past in general. Sasha found that to be odd, like he was hiding something.

She’d told him that she always had a love for photography. Her father used to take pictures often and he had his own studio and development room at their house. Her mother got her into modeling as a child, and she even recalled being on a few perm boxes. She had long hair to her waist and that alone landed her modeling gigs. Sasha then took more interest in being behind the camera when she was gifted her first digital camera for her birthday.

“…Photography has become the main outlet for my self-expression. It relaxes me, it helps me escape from the stress of daily life and the boredom of routine. It calms my nerves and allows me to be present to the moment. Photography is like meditation for me, and it makes me happy.”

She didn’t realize how much she’d shared from the car to their reserved booth seat.

She sipped her Martini while listening to Evan talk about his time during Fashion Week and how amazing New York City is. He definitely did spoil her. Whatever she wanted from the menu, Evan would order it. He even bought her a bouquet of white and red roses. He’s very touchy-feely, always reaching for Sasha’s hand or stroking her arm. She noticed he had expensive taste, which she didn’t have a problem with. She liked to dress in designer too.

“You know, you should definitely consider modeling, Sasha,” Evan said between sips of wine, “You have that face and the body for it.”

“I do. It’s just…I enjoy being behind the camera more.”

Evan licked his lips, “I’d like to be your photographer sometime…just me and you.”

He didn’t hold back at all.

“Oh, really?” Sasha giggled.

“You think I’m playing?” Evan teased.

“No, I don’t think so,” Sasha’s eyes fell to her lap.

They ate their food and talked, Sasha getting looser from her three martinis, the primitive part of her brain stimulated from the alcohol. Her sex drive was on another level and she wanted to fuck Evan. Nothing soft and intimate, but hard sex with her face in the pillow.

Not with the bogeyman under your bed, Sasha, She thought

He wanted her to come home tonight. If she decides to go home with Evan and not return to her apartment, that would anger him. She didn’t want to find out what he would do if she didn’t. For now, she would have to calm her lust until she could take care of it herself.

Or, the bogeyman could take care of it.

Why was she thinking about that long tongue on her pussy while sitting across from her date?!

“Sasha, you good?”

Sasha blinked rapidly to snap out of it.

“Yeah, all good.”

“Finished,” Evan pointed to her half-eaten food.

She hardly ate her Filet mignon.

“I think I’ll take the rest to go.” Sasha said.

After paying the expensive bill, Evan and Sasha went back to the car. He asked her if she would like to go out for drinks and she kindly declined, checking the time on her phone and seeing that it was past ten. Evan drove her home and insisted on walking her to her apartment. On the elevator ride up, he crowded Sasha’s personal space and started kissing her neck.

She closed her eyes and let the feeling of his soft lips on her neck take over her body.

“I can tell it’s been too long since you’ve had a man kiss you like that, Sasha,” Evan whispered against her ear, “Maybe I can put my lips in other places…”

His hand with long fingers and trimmed nails palmed the under cuff of her booty. He was convincing her to let him stay the night in her bed. The bogeyman wouldn’t hurt him. He had plenty of opportunities before to cause bodily harm to her ex-boyfriend.

“Your ass is so soft, Sasha,” He murmured.

She felt her clit jump.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened to her floor. Evan grabbed Sasha’s hand and walked her towards her door. She let go of his hand to get her keys while Evan made himself comfortable behind her. She could smell the cherry champagne on his breath and it was sweet and pleasant.

“I guess this is goodbye for now,” Sasha turned to face Evan, her eyes raking over his body, “Thank you for everything Evan. I love the flowers too.”

Evan stretched his arms out and braced himself in the archway of her door, leaning in to take a peek at her new apartment.

“Hmm, looks spacious,” He smirked at her, “Plenty of space to use every surface…”

Sasha tucked her chin bashfully. Evan reached out to lift her chin so that she could focus on him.

“Just say the word and we can make it happen, gorgeous.”

“I—”

Sasha was cut off by Evan’s lips pressing into hers. He engulfed her mouth with skillful lips and a thick tongue. Sasha fought for control but the more Evan kissed her, the more she surrendered to him. One of his hands rested against the side of her neck and he surged his tongue in her mouth deeper. Evan started pushing himself against Sasha, attempting to enter her apartment, but one of Sasha’s dainty hands stopped him in his tracks. She broke their kiss with a loud smack and stared him in the eyes.

“I can’t tonight, Evan.”

As much as she would love to let this man do things to her body, she couldn’t risk him finding out about the monster living with her.

“What? You have no furniture right now. So?”

He leaned in to kiss her again and Sasha allowed him to give her a chaste kiss.

“Did I do something wrong? I thought we were vibin’ love. Are we not?”

His thick brows snapped together.

“We are, we are! I’m just…so tired. I promise, I like where this is going. Maybe, another date can end with us in bed, or on whatever surface is available.”

Sasha played with the end of one of his locs, rolling it around her fingers. Evan exhaled and gave her a gentle smile before planting a kiss to her forehead.

“All good, baby girl. No worries. So, that means there will definitely be a next time?”

Sasha nodded her head, “Definitely.”

Evan groaned and it caused Sasha to laugh.

“You promise?” Evan said with the cutest pout.

“I promise.”

Evan kissed Sasha on her hand before backing away towards the elevator, still watching her from her doorway, uncaring if he knocked into something or someone in that hall. Sasha noticed a bulge in his jeans and felt bad that she had to send him away. She had to tell herself that it’s all good. Next time, Evan can have ALL OF HER.

When he finally left, Sasha closed and locked her door. She pressed her back against the door and took some time to gather the courage to confront the bogeyman. Thanks to him, her kitty will be without dick again. No, a vibrating dildo didn’t count. A real dick. Sasha folded her arms and on her way to her room she made a stop in the kitchen to grab a bottle of water since she was tipsy. Sasha left her flowers on the counter in her kitchen and made that eerie walk towards her darkened bedroom, preparing herself for another encounter with her bogeyman.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are…”

Sasha kicked off her heeled mules and sat her purse down on her dresser. She knew that it hated too much light, so she only kept the light on in the hallway. Sasha stood there, heart beating so fast, waiting for the monster to show himself. The sound of heavy breathing ghosted over her like chilly air and she shivered. She could hear his claws scratching at her bed, the sound growing louder the more he surfaced. What she hadn’t noticed until now, was smoking billowing from beneath the bed.

Sasha was stunned when the monster finally stood at its terrifying height, almost making her fall to her knees. She should be scared right now. Similar to last night, he’s cold-blooded, shadowed, and his body hovered over hers. His hand quickly moved up, a long, inhuman finger with the sharpest, blackest claw pressing against her glossy lips for her to keep quiet and not to scream. His dark eyes scanned her face intensely before staring deeply into her eyes once more. His finger on her mouth kept her quiet.

If it were anyone else, they would have run for the hills. The reason she didn’t, despite her situation, was because she knew who the bogeyman was before he’d turned into a monster. Her friend, Erik, was once so kind and loving. Maybe, if she believed again, she could help him. A strong manly smell wafted from him and it wasn’t unpleasant. Suddenly, he leaned down, his lips nearing her ear. Sasha began to shiver in anticipation when feeling his short breaths fan her neck. Her hand instinctively reached up to grab his shoulder, but was instantly stopped by his cold, gruff hand gripping her wrist and pushing it back down. The finger against her mouth slid down her cheek and caused a soft whimper to escape.

He softly chuckled, and it embarrassed Sasha.

“What’s so funny?!” Sasha cried, lips trembling.

“Your attempt at being unaffected by my presence. I know better than you know just how much I turn you on, Sasha.”

“Please,” Sasha said with a weak voice and a roll of her eyes.

He backed off to show her his whole stature. Yes, he does have a male body. Sasha scanned his entire body from head to toe, his body very toned with a muscular build. It’s true when they say sex appeal can change your mind instantly. Sasha was near drooling after eyeing him up and down for a good minute. Too bad those torn up pants covered his lower half.

“Point proven,” He chuckled, his voice still very frighteningly deep and feral.

Sasha held her breath when the bogeyman walked around her, leaning over her bare shoulder, taking one claw to lift her necklace.

“Isn’t this the gift that your grandmother gave you before she passed?” He asked with a low, guttural sound.

“It is…you said you wanted to make amends…what does that mean?”

The monster made his way back around to face her.

“It means that I want things to be what they used to be. I want to be your friend…your lover…”

“You were never my lover.”

The bogeyman growled.

“I know…you let some inexperienced boy take your innocence. Then, he broke your heart and you cried for days after that in your bed. I wanted to kill him.”

Sasha closed her eyes. She wanted to forget that piece of shit.

“That could have been me,” He said.

Sasha rolled her eyes with frustration and confusion, “How could it? You don’t truly exist. And what would you know about pleasing me?”

Sasha attempted to walk away but the bogeyman gripped her by the elbow. She looked up at him with wide eyes.

“What you fail to realize, Sasha, is that I’m a part of your imagination. Whatever you want, I can do. And you willingly opened your legs for me last night. Do you need a reminder?”

He didn’t give her time to respond when his sharp claw cut her top and skirt in half. The fabric fell to the floor in shreds and Sasha was just standing there in a black, lace, push-up bra with matching panties.

“What the fuck?! Why did you do that?!” She exclaimed.

“I did what you truly wanted me to do, Sasha. And you smell like him…like Evan.”

Sasha’s bottom lip trembled. She was sweating profusely. Sasha flinched when his cold finger caressed her chin tenderly.

“Did you have sex with him, Sasha?”

“No!” She yelled, “I only kissed him. That’s it!”

Even the knowledge of her kissing him angered him.

“Good thing he didn’t come in. I would have clawed a hole in his chest.”

“But you didn’t kill my ex…why?”

The bogeyman gave her a sharp glare, his black eyes searing right through her. Sasha’s heart stammered as he moved in on her closer. Desire swirled around her, deep into her core as he finally placed his hands on her waist and lifted her up to straddle him. Memories of last night were scalding in her mind, flashing across her body like a furnace set in flames.

“Were you thinking about Erik when you were with your ex? Remember, I am a part of your imagination. That part of you is what’s keeping me around, Sasha. I’ve always been here, just weaker…unable to act.”

The bogeyman placed Sasha on the bed, his body over hers. She stayed very still, nervously waiting to see what he would do next.

“You wanted to have sex with him, didn’t you Sasha?”

Sasha remained silent. But the answer was written all over her face.

“It’s been too long for you, Sasha,” his claw lightly dragged between her breasts and down the length of her body, “I can give you pleasure, Sasha. I can smell your scent…I can still taste you on my tongue.”

That tongue he was referring to poked out at her and it was as long as Venom’s if not close. She gasped at how wet and slimy it looked. His tongue disappeared and he smirked devilishly. There was a small part of her that told her not to do it, not to give into this monster's request. But, Sasha couldn’t ignore how aroused he made her feel. She wanted him to eat her pussy and possibly fuck her brains out.

When everything felt overwhelming, Sasha pounced, kissing him. He seized her, aggression in his actions before meeting her with a hot-blooded kiss. Heat burst inside her as she grabbed him, her hands roaming his ripped body, feeling every inch of his throbbing muscles. Sasha wrapped her legs around the boogeyman's waist and practically melted underneath the kiss that seemed to go on forever. It was a rough, penetrating kiss that was going to leave her lips bruised.

Sasha moaned when his long tongue slipped inside her mouth, tasting her. Her eyes went wide when she felt the tip of his snake-like tongue at the back of her throat. His teeth pricked her bottom lip and now Sasha could taste blood. She needed him to soothe the heat growing between her legs. Goosebumps crawled around her body, forcing the tiny hair to stand straight as the monster pressed her down, against her own bed. His giant hand stiffened around her jaw as he brushed his lips over hers. Her skin prickled, and his touch became unbearable.

Sasha pulled away for a second to catch her breath but he grabbed her face and slid his tongue back inside of her mouth, meeting with hers and tasting the sweet martini she had an hour ago. She was lost and all she could think about was how monster dick would feel inside of her. Sasha saw hunger in his eyes when he pulled away, and removed her bra with one rough stroke. She didn’t bother covering up. He wanted to see, she would let him. Her breasts, the size of honeydew melons with pretty brown nipples, stared back at him.

“I’m pleased that you didn’t hide yourself from me,” he growled in her ear before his tongue flicked her earlobe.

Taking hold of her hips, the bogeyman’s claws hooked into her lace panties and with a small tug they were ripped from her body. Taking hold of her legs, he dragged her back to him and hovered over her. His head went down to her left breast and that tongue of his licked all over her breast from top to bottom. A soft breath came out of her as his tongue flicked over her nipple. Her stomach dropped at that sight and her pussy clenched hard. His teeth grazed over her nipple and he pulled it into his mouth. She was afraid he’d bite down harder but he was careful not to.

Sasha gasped again when he started on her right breast, body crawling back. The bogeyman didn’t allow her to move. He grabbed her throat and kept her in place before going back to suck and lick her nipples. Sasha’s hips began rocking into his, rubbing her bare self against him. She closed her eyes and parted her lips, silently begging him to go lower. He growled in response and kissed his way up towards Sasha’s neck.

The monster smiled against her neck and murmured, “Don’t worry, I’ll stick my tongue in your pussy next…only if you’ll be a good girl for me, Sasha.”

“Yes!” She shouted, “I’ll be a good girl. Just please, bogeyman, do what you did to me last night…and finish this time.”

He lifted one leg over his shoulder and knelt down, “I’ll finish…but you have to take everything I give you, Sasha.”

Just fucking eat this pussy already.

He drove his slimy, long tongue inside of her wetness and thrashed it back and forth, sending waves of coaxing pleasure down her thighs. The scent of her arousal was thick and he could sniff it out. Sasha held her breath as his tongue twisted inside of her like a tentacle. She clenched tightly around his appendage repeatedly, walls convulsing out of control. She squirmed and grew wet at the feel of his tongue teasing and exploring every crevice down there. He grasped at her hips, lifting them off the bed as he buried his face deeply into her pussy. She ran her fingers through the ragged hair he had on his head, pushing his mouth against her pussy more. He licked and suckled away at her until she was putty in his hands.

“Fuuuck!!!” Sasha couldn’t find another way to express how good it felt.

The monster growled and grunted deeply in response.

He gently pressed the flesh of her labia between his lips, pulling gently, running his tongue back and forth across the tender surface. The monster pushed her thighs up and out with force, her hips lifting from the bed slightly, thrusting his tongue deeply into her, more deeply than she would have thought possible, exploring and tasting, unleashing sensations previously only dreamed about. He slowly extracted his tongue and drew it up to tease her clit. That beastly tongue of his loved in a languorous circle, Sasha’s breathing quickening and tiny jerks consuming her body. So much of her natural lubricant flooded his tongue.

“Fuck…oh fuck…oh shit…oh…fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

Unable to resist any longer, Sasha came helplessly and sweetly into his insistent mouth. Her back arched and she gave a strangled cry and spread her legs wider, affording him a better taste of that which he had worked hard to release. She was quickly spent, he violently pushed her legs to her chest, exposing the glistening folds of her pussy, engorged with blood and electric with sensation. He hungrily thrust his tongue into her slick warmth, savoring Sasha’s flavor. Her core thrilled.

“Please…please stop,” Sasha’s words landed on deaf ears, “I can’t take anymore…oh…no…please…oh god!!!!”

The sound of his growls and grunts and the obscene slurping and licking the bogeyman was doing between her legs had her nipples stiff and her cum dripping from his lips. Even the sound of his claws dragging along her sheets aroused her. She was so small and fragile and all she could do was lay there and let him continue. She couldn’t count how many times he made her cum with his tongue. Sasha couldn’t feel anything between her legs and he hadn’t fucked her yet.

“You’ve been such a good girl for me, Sasha….”

Her eyes lids dropped shut and she drifted off to sleep.

Sasha moaned in her sleep slightly as her head lolled to the side. She was asleep on her back with her thighs slightly parted and her pussy exposed, freshly waxed and swollen, clit peeking out, and soaked. The cool air of the room had her nipples hard. She looked delicious. The bogeyman watched her sleep for fifteen minutes, enamored with her beauty. Monster dick throbbing, he leaned forward to kiss Sasha. He was careful not to scratch her with his claws as his hand slid up her thigh.

Sasha moaned into his mouth and the insistent throbbing of his dick was killing him. Almost unbearable was the urge to touch her silky folds and bury himself up to the fucking hilt. A few more strokes to her thighs and he stopped caring that she was out cold. Unable to wait any longer, he tore what was left of his pants from his body and straddled her. Sasha was dead weight in his arms as he brought her legs to his broad shoulders, the difference in size between them intimidating. The biggest dick she’ll ever take arched towards her pussy and his swollen head twitched at her entrance.

She was too weak and too tired to fully engage him, but the way her body squirmed beneath his touch told him that she desired him even in her half sleep state. Fuck, she tasted so good. And there was something about how he could just lap at her folds, over and over again. Like she were on display just for him. He could still taste her on his tongue and now he wanted to feel her wrapped around his big, veiny dick. The bogeyman pulled Sasha’s legs up one by one and hooked them over his arms. His enormous dick head slid up and down her slit, wetting it.

Sasha’s face scrunched and her eyes opened slightly and before she could say a word a deep breath released from him before he pressed into her soft opening and her pink insides yielded to his penetration. He only had an inch inside before sliding out. Sasha was fully awake now and her thighs shook out of control. He wasn’t going to let her go and he wasn’t going to stop. The bogeyman thrust back inside two inches or so, then pulled out again. Sasha’s moans were loud and each time he went to enter her again she shivered.

“Sasha…you need to keep still for me to fit as much of this dick as I can inside of you…”

Sasha gawked at the dick in question. There was no way all of that—girth and all, would fit. The veiny ridges were threatening on its own. His balls were as big as her fist. His dick was curved upward and throbbing viciously. He was almost as thick as her wrist. If she had to guess, he had to be twelve inches long or more.

“That’s so much dick…it’s so big…” Sasha spoke with uncertainty.

“You will open up for me, Sasha. Just stay on your back and keep your legs open wide for me…good girl.”

The bogeyman had her by the ankles and pushed in again and again, adding another inch or so to every thrust. Soon, he had ten inches inside of her and that was enough to fill her to the hilt with monster dick. He rested his weight on his arms on either side of her as he pushed in and out, his eyes never leaving her face. Sasha’s entire body convulsed and the way she was clamping down around him felt suffocating. She couldn't form words or speak full sentences. Only sounds and uneven breaths.

“That’s it, Sasha…take me…cover my dick in your juices…you feel so good, Sasha…you’re so warm and wet for me…such a deep pussy…”

In and out, in and out, his pace would increase as he fucked her. Sasha ran her hands across his chest. In and out, he fucked her. In and out, in and out. He rotated his hips and Sasha’s mouth dropped open and her eyes crossed. Her nails scratched at his sides and the bogeyman arched his back and pushed inside her so deep. She gasped, he repeated the deep penetration several more times, going slowly inside and pulling slowly back out.

Fuck, yes,” Sasha choked out, shuddering.

The bogeyman pulled out for a second and then thrust back in so deep. Sasha felt her insides shattering along with her soul.

“Look at me, Sasha,” he said, ordering.

Sasha did her best to meet his piercing gaze. She felt lightheaded. He pumped into her faster now, listening to her breath quickening and watching her breasts bounce. His thrusts caused his hips to snap into hers sharply. At this point, Sasha was taking his dick like she’d done it before.

“Feel me…feel me in your stomach, Sasha.”

“I feel you…fuuuck, I’m about to cum!”

“Cum for me, Sasha,” He spoke with a growl.

Sasha cried out and clear liquid pushed him out of her pussy and all over his chest. He didn’t give her time to recover. He wanted to see her do that again. The bogeyman entered her with his curved dick and pulled out, a long stream following soon after. Her hips jerked on a loop and stream after stream covered him.

“And you were going to give this to Evan? When I can make you do this?”

He was back inside of her and bottomed out until she squirted on him again. He watched her body convulse as she orgasmed. No man has ever made her do that. She did it on his monster dick.

“I’m going to turn you over now, Sasha,” The bogeyman wasn’t asking. He turned Sasha around and put an arch in her back so low her ass was high in the air, “Don’t run, Sasha. Just give in to what you want and cum as many times as you want.”

Sasha wasn’t going to fight him. He sinked into her in one motion and even though she felt his dick in her chest she didn’t move. A single tear rolled down her cheek and he bottomed out so very, very deep.

“Are you filled now? Daddy are you done pushing inside of me?” Sasha asked with a panicked voice.

She felt a bulge in her belly and whimpered. More tears flooded her vision.

“Yes,” He hissed out, claws resting against her hips, “very filled.”

Sasha stretched her arms out in front of her and gripped the sheets. She smashed her face into the sheets and cried. Her tits swung from the force and her hips snapped forward as it ricocheted. The monstrous and deafening growl of the bogeyman was music to her ears. He loved her pussy.

“Oh, Fuck! Oooooohhhh!!!!!!”

Sasha cried out, up on her hands now, biting her lip, taking his dick. He could feel her pussy throbbing around him, pulsing with her fourth big orgasm of the night. He tried to undulate his hips so that he was still stimulating Sasha but she pushed at his abs. He grabbed her by both of her arms and pounded into her pussy for trying to stop him.

“I told you to be a good girl for me, Sasha!” He roared.

“UHHHH!!!!” She cried.

Her breath came out harsh.

“What’s wrong? Can’t take it anymore? Too bad…You’re going to take this dick until I fill you with my cum.”

“Please! Cum for me! I want you to cum for me!”

He withdrew his hips and Sasha fell to the bed in a heap.

“We’re not finished, Sasha, until I get mine,” He reminded her.

Sasha turned onto her back, body aching all over. The bogeyman pressed forward, picking her up with his arms hooked under her knees, lifting Sasha into the air. He tilted his hips and brought her down and around his dick in one motion. Sasha grabbed him by the neck and he laughed at her attempt at choking him. He bounced her in the air, dick filling her up so much. He had her folded in half, legs over his shoulders and his hands cupping her butt.

“Mmm…mmm…mmmm…” He moaned.

Sasha could do nothing but allow her body to sink down on his dick. She was like a rag doll. He rocked her body back and forth, controlling her motions. Despite how exhausted she was, that angle made her feel the length of his curve stroke her g-spot. Heat crept up her body and she seized, her cum coating his dick.

“Th–this feels so good,” She said, moaning when his tip hit an angle inside of her.

“Good…that’s what I want…I want you to feel good, Sasha…now, I’m going to go faster…I need you to cum for me one more time…I’m so close…”

On the edge of the bed now, he instructed her to hold her pussy open as he thrust his hips to fit as much dick inside of her. Her mouth finds him and they kiss, his tongue causing her to gag. Carefully, he reached up to wrap his hand around her neck. He didn’t apply too much pressure, which was the proper way of choking her. The bogeyman fucked her hard, his forehead resting against hers, his powerful hips moving at a pace Sasha couldn’t keep up with.

“I’m gonna cum!!!! Fuck me with that big dick!!!! Uuuhhhhh!!!!!!”

Sasha gave a weak cry.

“Oh…oh, Sasha…this good pussy…here it comes…keep that pussy open…Good girl…good girl!!!!”

“I BELIEVE IN YOU!!!”

The words left her mouth so fast.

“I BELIEVE! I BELIEVE!”

His hot jizz painted her walls. It was a lot, so much that when he slipped from inside her, more hot spurts painted her pussy lips. Sasha played with his cum with lazy strokes, eyes closed and body utterly spent.

“That…that was…that was…so good.”

The bogeyman stared at her with shock and what he felt was a complete transformation. Right before her, his appearance changed with a glow, all going unnoticed by Sasha once again put to bed by the monster beneath her bed.

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silly question but, 1) how often does aggression have to manifest/be present to be clinically significant/be considered a symptom throughout ones life 2) in a brain with ASPD + DID, is it normal for alters to have varying levels of aggressiveness? i.e. some are more pacifying/fawning/fleeing types rather than instinctually aggressive. sometimes aggression is selective too especially in situations where i'd get caught or hurt. 3) is it possible for me to be aggressive if im nonverbal + physically disabled + physically weak/frail. when i punched a wall it hurt for 3 days lol. how would you suppose this could manifest/present as (if u have any idea)

1 - The aggression symptom is so misunderstood by professionals honestly. There is a reason the phrase "physically aggressive" exists - there are other types of aggression. To answer your question in relation to what I'm guessing your asking about, because of the nature of physical aggression, I would say if it's directly combined with the "low/no remorse" symptom, the "reckless disregard for wellbeing of self" symptoms (started a fight you knew you'd likely lose), or the impulsivity and/or heightened reaction to anger symptoms (started a fight either over literally nothing or something that even you believe to have been very insignificant), etc along those lines, I don't think it has to have been extensively recurrent, if recurrent at all.

Physical aggression comes with high consequences in many cases - socially, if nothing else - and that is very inconvenient and impractical. PwASPD generally value convenience enough that we will restrain from other symptoms to protect it - redirecting aggression or at least keeping it non-physical, avoiding breaking rules/laws in ways you would easily get caught for, teaching yourself cognitive empathy, etc - because after everything we've been through that caused a severe trauma disorder, most of us honestly just want a goddamn break and will do what we can manage to get by without too much more hassle.

That means that many pwASPD entirely don't react with physical aggression or eventually learn not to, especially after reaching the age where legal punishment becomes common and/or harsher. I would honestly say it's common for that particular symptom not to manifest through someone's entire life.

2 - Oh, definitely. Firstly, because sometimes alters are specifically made for the purpose of being a symptom holder for ASPD or aggression, and they will be pushed forward when that reaction comes. Also, in systems where that isn't the case, personality (and thereby personality disorders and the symptoms thereof) is still affected by life experience - that's the case for everyone, system or singlet. In systems with more amnesia, it is possible that some alters had such limited experience with situations that would cause an aggressive response that they may entirely not have that particular symptom. And even outside of that, as the psych community currently understands systems, the alters access different parts of the brain. Brain scans tend to light up differently based on which alter is out even in the exact same situation. It definitely tracks that that would extend to aggression and other ASPD symptoms. While everyone in a system has ASPD, if any of them do, that doesn't necessarily mean they will all show the same symptoms. Some may not show any outward symptoms at all and only deal with the internal ones like issues with boredom, muted emotions, low empathy, etc.

3 - I would say so. An aggressive response limited by other factors is still an aggressive response. Just *wanting* to physically harm someone outside of extenuating circumstances where there is a genuine need to for your or someone else's safety is aggressive (and I want to stress here that pwASPD are not in any way the only ones that have aggression - every person does). The instinct and subsequent action of punching the wall were both aggression (bonus points on the ASPD scale/j /lh for the "reckless disregard for safety/wellbeing" of yourself there). Yelling, throwing things (yes, even light things), and other forms of intimidation are also usually considered aggressive. Even so much as trying to imply that you would cause harm to someone as a reaction to something is usually considered aggressive, too. Many pwASPD cope with aggression by redirecting it onto things such as violent games/movies/tv/true crime/etc. If you're doing that in response to something upsetting you with the intention of basically living vicariously through the violence or being calmed specifically by the discussion or simulation of violence, you might just be redirecting aggression without being conscious of it because of your limitations. Again with the convenience point, it's very much within the realm of possibility that your desire to not spend 3 days in pain may outweigh your willingness to give in to the aggression.

Everything you've described here definitely can fit within the realm of ASPD aggression (more accurately, clinically significant aggression not necessarily just associated with ASPD in particular), in my very much non-professional opinion.

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1 - The aggression symptom is so misunderstood by professionals honestly. There is a reason the phrase "physically aggressive" exists - there are other types of aggression. To answer your question in relation to what I'm guessing your asking about, because of the nature of physical aggression, I would say if it's directly combined with the "low/no remorse" symptom, the "reckless disregard for wellbeing of self" symptoms (started a fight you knew you'd likely lose), or the impulsivity and/or heightened reaction to anger symptoms (started a fight either over literally nothing or something that even you believe to have been very insignificant), etc along those lines, I don't think it has to have been extensively recurrent, if recurrent at all.

Physical aggression comes with high consequences in many cases - socially, if nothing else - and that is very inconvenient and impractical. PwASPD generally value convenience enough that we will restrain from other symptoms to protect it - redirecting aggression or at least keeping it non-physical, avoiding breaking rules/laws in ways you would easily get caught for, teaching yourself cognitive empathy, etc - because after everything we've been through that caused a severe trauma disorder, most of us honestly just want a goddamn break and will do what we can manage to get by without too much more hassle.

That means that many pwASPD entirely don't react with physical aggression or eventually learn not to, especially after reaching the age where legal punishment becomes common and/or harsher. I would honestly say it's common for that particular symptom not to manifest through someone's entire life.

2 - Oh, definitely. Firstly, because sometimes alters are specifically made for the purpose of being a symptom holder for ASPD or aggression, and they will be pushed forward when that reaction comes. Also, in systems where that isn't the case, personality (and thereby personality disorders and the symptoms thereof) is still affected by life experience - that's the case for everyone, system or singlet. In systems with more amnesia, it is possible that some alters had such limited experience with situations that would cause an aggressive response that they may entirely not have that particular symptom. And even outside of that, as the psych community currently understands systems, the alters access different parts of the brain. Brain scans tend to light up differently based on which alter is out even in the exact same situation. It definitely tracks that that would extend to aggression and other ASPD symptoms. While everyone in a system has ASPD, if any of them do, that doesn't necessarily mean they will all show the same symptoms. Some may not show any outward symptoms at all and only deal with the internal ones like issues with boredom, muted emotions, low empathy, etc.

3 - I would say so. An aggressive response limited by other factors is still an aggressive response. Just *wanting* to physically harm someone outside of extenuating circumstances where there is a genuine need to for your or someone else's safety is aggressive (and I want to stress here that pwASPD are not in any way the only ones that have aggression - every person does). The instinct and subsequent action of punching the wall were both aggression (bonus points on the ASPD scale/j /lh for the "reckless disregard for safety/wellbeing" of yourself there). Yelling, throwing things (yes, even light things), and other forms of intimidation are also usually considered aggressive. Even so much as trying to imply that you would cause harm to someone as a reaction to something is usually considered aggressive, too. Many pwASPD cope with aggression by redirecting it onto things such as violent games/movies/tv/true crime/etc. If you're doing that in response to something upsetting you with the intention of basically living vicariously through the violence or being calmed specifically by the discussion or simulation of violence, you might just be redirecting aggression without being conscious of it because of your limitations. Again with the convenience point, it's very much within the realm of possibility that your desire to not spend 3 days in pain may outweigh your willingness to give in to the aggression.

Everything you've described here definitely can fit within the realm of ASPD aggression (more accurately, clinically significant aggression not necessarily just associated with ASPD in particular), in my very much non-professional opinion.

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Entanglement Chapter Twenty-Two

**In Tir Asleen

The atmosphere throughout the land could only be described as cold. The castle was in uproar with the princess still missing and no word from Kit or Amara about their progress on the search. All through the castle people walked on eggshells around King Aiden even his own family. The King has grown even more angry in the days that have passed more than he once was before. It didn't help when a letter was delivered to both King Aiden and Queen Sorsha with shocking news. As they read over the contents the rage on the King's face was evident and everyone in the meeting room was terrified of what would happen next.

"Dear King Aiden and Queen Sorsha,

It seems that the union between both of your daughters is an obvious ploy for you both to come in and conquer my land. It seems that the peace treaty is null and void which means nothing is stopping me from coming to destroy Tir Asleen along with Zemira. It did not have to be this way but now I have no choice but to declare war on both kingdoms.

King Larksion"

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME", his voice boomed throughout the room making a few people jump.

"What is it Aiden", Raina had asked leaning over his shoulder to look at the letter.

"King Larikson has waged war upon us", Sorsha exclaimed throwing the letter across the table as Queen Raina picked it up. Raina read over the letter and her eyes widen with horror.

"I don't understand why would he do this? We have a peace treaty in place", Raina exclaimed.

"I'm guessing he figures that since our children's union the alliance we have is to take his kingdom", Aiden said clenching his fist.

"It makes no sense we have no reason to take his kingdom", Queen Raina said falling into the chair next to her husband.

"Logic doesn't matter to him it never did he only sees what he wants to see. There is no way we are going to be able to change his mind it was a damn hassle to just to get him to agree to the treaty", James said.

"Exactly. If Larksion wants to wage war upon Tir Asleen and Zemira then so be it. Though he is going to have the fight of his life", King Aiden said and turned to Queen Sorsha.

"We will need to gather the troops it is most likely he will attack soon most likely in a couple of weeks."

"If he is likely to attack in the next two weeks it will most likely be the place where the woods end and the clearing near the border begins", Sorsha said.

"Ok, we send out the troops there while we figure out what to do next", Aiden stated and everyone in the room agreed with them.

Unclear to them that someone was listening outside the door the individual made haste down the corridor into the castle's library and locked the doors. Scanning to make sure no one was there they took out some parchment and a pen where they began to write a letter.

"Dear Princess Y/n,

I am sorry that I revealed your location to Kit I know it was wrong of me and I am truly sorry for what I have done. I hope that you will be able to forgive me one day in the future but I am writing this letter with grave importance. It was discussed in the meeting room by your family and Queen Sorsha that King Larksion has declared war upon us. Larkison believes that your union is a ploy to take his kingdom where he in turn decides to vacate the peace treaty the kingdoms have between them. Your father believes the attack will take place in the next couple of weeks and has sent troops to where the woods end and the border begins in Tir Asleen. Your family needs you princess please come back.

Sincerely,

Willow"

Rolling up the letter and tying it with some string I walk to the window to open it to summon a raven. I carefully tied the message to the raven's feet and I sent it off to Dristarya hoping it would make it in time before the battle could happen.

**A Few Days Later in Dristarya

Ever since we have been here I have tried to talk to her over and over again. It doesn't matter how hard I try to work this out between us but whenever she sees me she walks in the opposite direction or makes some excuse to leave before a conversation can begin. I know that this marriage is not what either of us wanted but she was willing to try unlike me. I was cold and even heartless towards Y/n and now that we are married I can't keep doing this. I know I said that I would be better but in my heart, I can see that I am the same person I was when I met her that first day: a cold-hearted bitch.

"Hey", I hear Boorman say as he comes to sit next to me on the ground.

"Hey."

"How are you holding up?"

"Pretty terrible. Y/n won't talk to me and I understand why. It also doesn't help the fact that her and Amara have been spending these past few days together", I said throwing the stick I had been fiddling with.

"It may take some time but I am sure she will come around", and at those words I turned to look at him.

"Oh really? Would you 'come around' if the person you married kissed someone else in front of you knowing that they told you they would do anything to earn back their trust", I said and Boorman turned down his head.

"Yeah, I didn't think so", I said.

"It may feel hopeless now but give her some time she may end up forgiving you", he said trying to reassure me.

"Even so, would she ever trust me again", I questioned looking at Boorman.

"That I don't know but from what I have seen from her she seems like someone who does not trust easily. However, she does seem like the person who believe in second chances", he said.

"That's the thing Boorman she has already given me a second chance and I blew it. At this point, I don't think she wants to have anything to do with me."

"Don't say that", he told me.

"I don't know maybe I should just go back to Tir Asleen and face the wrath of her father. Y/n doesn't want or need me here I think it would just be better if I were to get out of her life", I said with sadness evident in my voice.

"Are you really going to give up when things get tough? That's not the Kit Tanthalos I know and have fought alongside before. It may be shit now but just to give up like that on her is complete and utter bullshit. If you truly care about Y/n fight for her make sure she knows that you aren't going anywhere and you are going to do everything you can to mend things between the two of you", he said standing up and outstretching his hand. I grab his hand and he helps me up where we are face to face.

"Don't give up on her Kit on your marriage. Fight as long and as hard as you can to win her back", he said and I nodded my head. It was then that we heard Ser Easton cough interrupting our conversation.

"You both need to head back to the castle now", he said with urgency.

"Why? What's going on", Boorman asked.

"Did something happen to Y/n", I asked him with the worry shown all over my face.

"She is fine. It's Tir Asleen that is not going to be if you don't move your asses", he said heading back to the castle. Boorman and I looked at each other with a questioning look where we then followed him.

**Y/n's POV

This cannot be happening not now not when all of this shit has happened. I kept rereading the letter sent by Willow and each time my stomach would churn making me want to puke. I couldn't stop pacing back and forth across the throne room and Amara could see that I was very worried.

"Everything is going to be ok. Try to calm down", Amara said taking ahold of my hands.

"How can you say that? King Larkison has declared war on not only Zemira but Tir Asleen because of my union", I said.

"There are ways to stop a war without bloodshed. Peace treaties and alliances they will find a way",she said.

"We tried that King Larkison has broken the peace treaty we already had in place and because of his paranoia thousands of people will die. It seems that the only way to put a stop to this is beat him in battle."

"Then that is what we will do", with those words the double doors opened showing Ser Easton, Kit, and Boorman.

"Have you told them what is happening", I asked Ser Easton removing my hands from Amara.

"No, I figured it is best to tell them", he said and I walked towards them handing Kit the letter. As she read over the letter her eyes widen and she raises her head to look at me.

"This can't be true", Kit said handing the letter back to me.

"Unfortunately it is", I said.

"What are we going to do", I hear Boorman say.

"We have to go back. Tir Asleen needs us. Larkison has a large army even bigger than our kingdoms combined", Kit stated looking at me. For a moment I was going to agree but there was a part of me saying stop.

"She is right Y/n. Zemira's army isn't even present in Tir Asleen and even if they got there it wouldn't be in time. Tir Asleen would fall in less than a day", Ser Easton said.

"Maybe not", I hear Amara say and we all turn to look at her.

"What do you mean", Kit asked with narrowed eyebrows.

"We have something that they don't have", she said and looked at me.

"We? You can't possibly be suggesting", I started.

"Why not? One single dragon could wipe out an entire army", she said and Kit turned to look at me.

"What is she talking about", Kit said.

"Tell her she is going to find out anyway", Amara said and I turned to look at the three of them.

"Hundreds of years ago dragons were used in wars. Dragons breathe fire and as many of us know fire destroys everything in its path which is what the rulers back then counted on when fighting in the war. Thousands of people died and kingdoms had fallen in hours just from dragon fire", I said.

"If that's the case then what are we waiting for", Boorman said.

"Take the dragons to Tir Asleen and you them against Larkison's army", he said and I looked at him ready to let my anger loose.

"Are you fucking kidding me, Boorman? Dragons were once forced to burn and kill everything in its path and you want me to do the same thing to to them. No way in hell!"

"But Y/n, they could help us win against them and Tir Asleen would not need to fear", Kit said trying to reason with me.

"No! I will not make them do something that they were once forced to do. They were used a toys among the rulers back then to win their wars and it will not happen again!"

"Y/n, if you will just consider the-"

"Enough, Amara! I will not use them and that's the end of it", and with that everyone went silent.

"I will be staying on Dristarya for the time being. I know that you are leaving for Tir Asleen as soon as possible before the attack happens. I will see you off", I said and made my way out of the room leaving them all dumbfounded.

**A Couple of Hours Later (Still Y/n's POV)

Boorman, Kit, and Amara packed what they needed for the journey back not really caring if they left stuff behind that wasn't essential. We were all standing on the beach and Boorman along with Kit were putting their things on the ship. In the my rearview vision I could see Ser Easton approaching me with a rucksack along with a sword attached to him and I knew what this meant.

"I assume you are going with them", I said refusing to look at him.

"Yes, before I was your protector I was sworn to guard and defend Zemira with my life", he said and I slowly turned to him trying not to tear up.

"I understand but you have to promise me something."

"Yes, Princess?"

"Don't get yourself killed and come back in one peace I beg of you", I said and he let out a little laugh.

"I can promise you I will come back", he said and I hugged praying that this wouldn't be the last time that I saw him again.

After we separated we said our goodbyes and he went aboard the ship. It was then I could see Kit walking towards me with determination in her eyes.

"I need you to know something in case we never see each other again", she said.

"What would that be", I said.

"I know I have done terrible things to you in the past and have hurt you which I wish to god that I hadn't. I get that there is not even the slightest chance I will earn your forgiveness or trust but I would give up until I do", Kit stated.

"You have done terrible things to me and have broken my heart. Perhaps one day you will earn my forgiveness but my trust I guarantee you will never get back", I said and the expression on her face was one of sadness. With those final words, she walked back to the ship to board with the others. The sound of the ship along the water told me that their departure had come and I would have to wait to see how the battle plays out.

**A Week and a Half Later

It feels like torture that's what I can only think to call it. Waiting like this knowing that there is nothing I could do. I have been reading over dragon lore and history to get my mind off what is to likely happen in the next few days. As I read over them one thing particularly stuck out to me. There was a section in the book that Willow gifted me that listed commands to dragons in the old language. The command that jumped out at me was the one for strike. In the book, it was called 'volaris' in the old language for that command. After a few more pages of reading, I needed to get some fresh air. I set the book down and made my way to the grassy terrain where Tyrax, Aeras, and Calyx were. As I approached them they started to wake up from their slumber. Tyrax and Aeras moved away from Calyx where they took off to the skies flying over the castle.

I walked up to Calyx and rubbed along his scaly snout and it seemed to enjoy it. It also calmed me in a way but not enough that I couldn't stop worrying about the war. It's almost as if Calyx could sense how I was feeling because he looked at me with an expression of one that is worried. I started to break down right then in there confessing everything that had happened in the past week and a half. I felt like I was having a panic attack it was hard to breathe but it wasn't until sound came from Calyx almost one of comfort.

"I don't know what to do Calyx. My family needs me and so do the people of Tir Asleen but I can't. I cannot use you to fight a war that you have no part in and never should have had years ago", I said and with that he nudged me. Not knowing what he meant to relay he lowered his body to the ground giving me access to climb on top of him. I didn't whether I should do so or not but when I looked into his eyes I could see that he was allowing me to do this as though saying it was okay. I carefully climbed on top of him and he took a running start where he leaped up into the skies to go to Tir Asleen.

**Two Days Later

The journey back to Tir Asleen was smooth I guess that is one perk of being on dragon's back. Calyx was flying high up in the clouds to make sure that we weren't seen coming in. As we got closer to the kingdom I saw a large crowd thinking it was the people of Tir Asleen but really it was King Larkison's army below. On the opposite side of them were Tir Asleen's soldiers and from what I could tell they were outnumbered by a lot.

As if on cue the battle had begun with soldiers from each kingdom fighting to hold their own. I could see many of our men were dying while only a few had from Larkison's. It was then that I directed Calyx to fly closer but not too close. I wanted to make sure that when we arrived the opposing army would not expect us. Calyx took a nose dive where he proceeded to fly above the surrounding water.

It was then that I had a clear line of sight on the battle and I could see Ser Easton along with Kit fighting infantrymen of Larkison's. As we got closer to the field I gave Calyx the command hoping that this would end in victory.

"Volaris!"

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[rev-wrath]

Liar 2

Dick Grayson x Reader

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Summary: Former anti-hero Tig is now in prison, courtesy of one Dick Grayson (former best friend) and his family. Safe to say the two are not on great terms, and he has to deal with the fact the siblings he saw die are supposedly alive and now being taken care of by Dick’s family.

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He’s not at all surprised to see Dick Grayson on the other side of the plexiglass. There are very few people who would visit him. Well, that might be a bigger list now that his identity has been exposed. Hopefully they also covered that in their big plan to take him down.

He sits down on the chair with his arms crossed, eyes fixed on a point on the wall. “Hey, how are you?” He gives Dick a pointed look and a raised eyebrow. “Yeah. Can’t say I didn’t expect that.” He looks away again as Dick scans over him. There aren’t bruises or worrying marks. He’s not holding himself like he’s injured. “Look-”

“Are my siblings okay?”

Dick’s eyes soften. “Yeah. They’re in a foster house right now. They’re adjusting. Natalia is doing great in school, she’s a smart kid. So is West but he knows more about people. It’s kind of unnerving but that’s kids for you.” West was 5 last he saw him. It’s been six years now. Oh god, his little brother is 11 now. “And Kiva is a whirlwind.” He nods, holding back the tears. Yeah, that sounds like them.

It’s been six years. Six years. His siblings are 15, 11 and 9 now. So much has changed but it sounds like some things haven’t. He wants to see them so much but he’s not letting them anywhere near here. The important thing is that they’re safe, and somehow alive. He’s still having trouble believing that one honestly.

“Look, I’m sorry. I…” (Y/N) tunes him out. It can’t be too different than what he’s already said. It’s only when Dick is silent again does he glance at him. His eyes still shine, mouth slightly pulled down, eyebrows slightly curved upwards. His shoulders are still pulled up though. He’s upset and trying to hide it. “If I can somehow make it up to you…”

“Just look after my siblings, Grayson.” He uncrosses his arms and stands up, ready to leave.

-

Days later he sits in front of plexiglass again. Surprisingly Jason sits across from him now. He wonders if Tim is going to show up at some point.

“Sorry about them. They’re a hassle, I would know.” He snorts. “Honestly I had no issues with what you did. Not my people so not my problem. But you know how B is. I still think you’re really fucking cool. Loved that job you did back in March 2 years ago with the paint.” He snorts and turns his head trying to hide his smile. Of course Jason is complimenting him on his work now. “Your siblings are doing great by the way. They run circles around Dick sometimes, it’s great.” Jason pauses. “Sorry about him by the way. Guy feels like shit but that’s on him.”

It is absolutely on Dick. Ignoring that part he softly asks, “My siblings are alive?”

Jason softens too. “Yeah. They ran DNA tests, asked about you, they’re your siblings.” He nods. Jason wouldn’t lie to him, not about this.

“You’ve talked to them.”

“Yeah. Figured I would once I found out about them. Also for the record I only found out about them after you ended up here.” He probably would have told him beforehand otherwise. Or at least asked about it.

Now that he thinks about it… “Did you know? That everything was a lie?”

“Not really. I heard them talk about you but I didn’t know they were talking about you. And I was told not to get too close to you, which was weird but I was too busy to dig into it. Then I saw you more so it was harder to not want to dig into it. Was too late by the time I started.”

“Well, thanks for not throwing me in prison then.”

“Like I said, I don’t have any issues with what you did. I’m not a hardass.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Is it just gonna be you and Dick or do I have to prepare myself for Tim too?” He doubts Batman has time to come visit him. Or cares enough to.

Jason snorts at that. “I couldn’t tell you. I think you’re good for now.”

“Good to know.”

“Well, I gotta go. One of us has to go take down some asshole. See ya, (Y/N).”

“Bye, Jay.”

-

It’s been over 2 months since he’s got here when Dick says, “I brought you something.” He pulls out a small white rectangle, flipping it out around so (Y/N) can see. His breath gets caught in his throat. Either they found some really good lookalikes or they’re really alive. Looking at it there’s no way that’s not them. Dick had described them pretty well and here they are 6 years older.

He reaches out brushing his hands against the glass. They’re alive. They’re alive and he doesn’t know how. He swears they all died on the ground while he was being restrained, kicking and screaming. He had gotten his supposed revenge though. Those bastards were all dead before he turned 20.

He makes a choked sound before withdrawing. Dick doesn’t get to see him like this, not anymore.

“(Y/N).”

“Don’t.” His voice is still sharp.

“I can mail this in if you want.”

He’s quick to respond. “No. I don’t want it in here.”

“Okay.” He says softly. Somehow he gets the feeling Dick knows exactly what he means by that.

(Y/N) stands without another word, and heads to the door, the guard standing there escorts him out.

-

“You’re literally the reason their brother is in jail!” Jason harshly whispers. The hallway’s only source of light is the living room. A few rooms over are the kids, whom Dick was talking to not even 10 minutes ago.

“They don’t need to know that.” Dick’s guilt-twinged voice is much softer than Jason’s.

“You didn’t grow up the way I did, or the way they did. They know things, you don’t need to skirt around it. He thought they were dead for fucks sake!”

Dick doesn’t let Jason know that he had watched his siblings “die”. It wouldn’t help his case.

“If they actually knew what he did, which probably isn’t too different from what he did before, they probably wouldn’t mind.” Gotham is hard, it’s rough. They all knew this but none of them had lived in it like Jason had. Jason lived in the cold, unforgiving streets of Crime Alley, pickpocketing and stealing to survive. He had learned who was who and who was where on the smaller scale out of necessity. Sure the ones in costumes are bad, but the everyday people are exactly that. Everyday.

“And now you’re here, telling them about all the things you did with him until Batman got him and how sad it made you when you found out.” Dick bows his head.

He can recall it. West asked where (Y/N) was now. Dick had to tell him and the girls that their brother was very busy but they would be together as soon as they could but until then Dick and his family would help as much as they could. Then when he ended up in jail Kiva proclaimed that their big brother was a good guy, that he helped people, that he helped them and never liked the mean people so there was no way he was a bad guy. She demanded that Dick and Tim help get their big brother out of jail so that they can be together again.

“That’s not how it works, sweetie.” He told her. West then said he hated Gotham, while Natalia quietly murmured something to Kiva.

“I can’t tell you what to do but these are Gotham kids. These are (Y/N)’s siblings. Play nice if you want.” They probably need it honestly. “But you don’t need to skirt around what (Y/N) did or pretend like you two are still best friends.”

There’s a thick pause before Dick quietly confesses, “I think I’m in love with him.”

Jason makes a sound between a laugh and an exhale, either way the disbelief in it is clear. “Way to fucking go, Dick. God, I knew you were bad at relationships but this is a new low.”

“I know, I know.”

Jason sighs and rubs his face with a hand. “I’m going to help because there are kids involved and (Y/N) deserves better than this shit.” And because you’re my brother. You’re my big brother and I care about you.

Dick looks at him with what Jason calls his big-brother-look. This one is mixed with some sadness and gratefulness.

-

“I want to call them.” It’s not spoken like a question, but it still feels like he’s asking for some reason. “I don’t want them to come here but I want to be able to talk to them.”

Dick is mentally making arrangements for a landline phone at the house. “I can get you a number to call.” He looks at Dick, eyes just a tad wider with joy and hope. He’s been far less expressive since he’s gotten here, Dick’s noticed. He’s been like that since that day.

The look is quickly gone and so is his gaze on Dick. Overtaken by slightly scrunched features.

“I wouldn’t be able to adopt them.” Mostly he’s thinking out loud. “They’ll all be adults by the time I get out of here,” Realistically, he’ll be in here for a couple years and then maybe get out early for good behavior. With all the work that went into putting him in here he doubts Dick will or can help. Though they both know adult adoption is a thing, after all Dick went through that process with Bruce. “then I doubt they’ll let a newly released prisoner adopt 3 people.” He just wants to look after them. To know that if anything happens to them again, then he’ll be able to step in and take care of things without too much of a hassle. He’s already accepted that he most likely won’t get to witness any of the big moments, like school dances, graduates, scaring potential partners. The normal things they didn’t even really have before. “Do they have all their documents? I don’t even have all my documents.” Growing up in their part of Gotham made sure of that.

“They have all their documents, don’t worry about that. I’ll see what I can do about yours.” Dick assures him. There’s a “thank you” on the back of his tongue. It’s a heavy weight and he doesn’t quite like the taste of it.

It never leaves his mouth.

-

They’re doing it again. Dick stares at him while he stares at anywhere other than Dick. That’s usually how it goes. Sometimes when he’s in the mood to challenge Dick he stares right back at him with fire in his eyes. They do that and sit in silence. It happens all the time. It’s happening now.

“I miss the guy that would call my puns stupid but still laugh at them, the guy who would make fun of me while-”

“Yeah well, apparently the guy I knew was a lie anyways so guess we both lost someone.” Neither are aware of the slight heartbreak the other had from that night. (Y/N) didn’t know the heartache every time Dick went to Bruce or was sitting with (Y/N) and suddenly remembering he wasn’t actually supposed to be feeling these things. “If you miss me you have no one to blame but you and your family. You’re practically holding mine against me.” And to think that when they had died no one would be able to do that again.

“It wasn’t a complete lie. I liked you, I liked being with you, the Dick Grayson you knew is Dick Grayson.” Originally a more likable, airhead but somewhere along the way he just became comfortable and he was just him.

“Did I know Dick Grayson?”

“You still know.”

“I don’t know if I do.”

Dick’s heart breaks a bit more like it does with each visit.

-

“Ya know, I broke my best friend out of prison once.”

“I’ve heard.” Jason gives him a look. He just gives one right back. “No. If I wanted to leave by now I probably could have.” He’s not entirely sure. This isn’t his typical stint. “But I’m staying put for my siblings’ sake. If I broke out I would just be where I was before, maybe even worse. I can’t do that to them. I would need to find an actual job and a new place, a decent one that’s big enough for all of us.” A two bedroom, one bath place would be enough. “They need stability, they deserve to have someone who’s always going to be there for them.” He knows what it’s like to sometimes be somewhere and wonder if his friend was dead or severely injured. Now that multiplied by at least 5? That being your older brother? That being the person you depended on? Yeah, no way was he doing that to them.

Jason’s eyes hold something he can’t describe. “You’re a good person.” Yet here he is.

-

(Y/N) leans against the rough, gray wall. Cold plastic is pressed against his ear.

The phone rings, and it rings. It picks up.

“Hi.” He says with a careful joy.

There’s a gasp and a squeal. “(Y/N)!”

#dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x male reader #dick grayson imagine #dick grayson imagines #nightwing x reader #nightwing imagine #dc #read reed

[sunnyx07]

Pm Boss! Dazai Osamu x reader

Request?: No Summery: Yokohama shined the brightest at night, but this night, even the port mafia had a little hope of shining.

A/N: Hello! Its been a while and I brought you guys a Dazai Osamu Fanfic, In all honestly Its Kinda OOC and its not my best work, but I hope you guys like it regardless. Any requests are welcome!

Yokohama shined the brightest at night, at least, that’s what you always thought.

You are used to the odd hours your job, Stay up till 5 in the morning and continue work at odd hours of the day. It’s something you have accustomed into your life.

At a young age, you were alone. Your parents have been killed in an accident involving the military, as they both were secret agents working for the special division for unusual powers.

It made you an orphan, surviving on the streets, fighting for the basic needs that a human ever needed. Life was really unfair.

A year after the death of your parents and living on the streets, was the day you was taken in. Only were you debating if it was a curse or a blessing. It all started when you stole some food from a small group of men, they looked like they owned the place around, with their hygiene clearly been taken care of.

You sneaked around the base, looking for some sort of resources, and finally found what seemed to be a break room, quickly grabbed the stuff that contained either water or food and ran out of there, grabbing a random bag as you ran away to safety.

Only back then, didn’t you realise exactly what and who you stole from.

Being in the ‘safe’ home you made for yourself (cause lets save it, its far from being a safe home) You looked through the bag you had stolen from the base, grabbing the food and immediately eating like some kind of animal. You looked into the bag, as your eyes widen.

Documents, Lots of documents, and they looked like they were important too.

The color in your face slowly drained of your face, making you pale as a ghost. You grabbed the files, scanning through them. Things as Deals of the black market, selling jewellery, gems, guns etc were revealed into these files.

You put too much on your plate, you couldn’t possibly handle this.

You jumped at an unfamiliar sound outside of the little abandon warehouse you had stumbled on. You grabbed the little pocket knife, for protection against whatever lurked outside the warehouse.

‘’Such a shame.’’ A voice suddenly spoke, making you immediately turn your head to the owner of the voice. ‘’All this hassle just for some girl, Boss really ought to hire better people and not some randoms off the street.’’ A boy, maybe around the same age as you, maybe even older, stated. 

‘’I believe you have something of ours.’’ The boy questioned, but it really didn’t sound like a question at all. Behind him, were armed men, ready to strike as they seemed to follow orders of the teenager in front of you.

‘’Give the documents over, and your death will be a quick one.’’ He told you, as your hands were slightly shaking, as you quickly grabbed the bag. ‘’Not a chance asshole.’’ As you ran to the window, jumping out as the glass cut your already worn out clothing and skin. You landed on top of the buildings as you sprinted on the rooftops.

You jumped down, landing in an alleyway as you could hear the mysterious men scream in the distance. You sighed as you hid, and ran the other way the men were, bumping into a tall man with a white coat and a little blonde girl by his side.

You had no choice but to beg for safety, as you grabbed his sleeve. ‘’Excuse me sir you got to help me, I’m being chased and I really have to get to safet-“ As you were about to finish your sentence, The armed men suddenly surrounded both you and the man.

“She’s a quick one boss.” The boy from earlier showed his presence, as the men with the guns bowed down in front of the Man, who was the so called boss. “Would be a shame if we killed them off like that. They stole from the Port mafia and Almost successfully ran away, twice.”

Your eyes widen at the name of the organisation, your legs trembling slightly.

You really outdid yourself by stealing from the port mafia. “I’m sorry! If I knew I wouldn’t have-“ You plead but the boss just looked at you and cleared his throat, making you go dead silent.

“You have two options, Resist and die here, or come with us.”

You didn’t like the dying part, so you just nodded as you held onto the back bag,

And from that way on, your life changed completely.

You learned that the man who went as the name ‘Boss’, was named More Ogai, as the teenage boy at the time was called Dazai Osamu. They took you in, and made you become a killing machine. You were the partner of Dazai and the boy you later met by the name of Chuuya Nakahara. As they became known as Double black, your reputation is known as ‘Double blacks poison.’

Slowly you grew on them, Having an Sister-brother relationship with Chuuya, but your relationship with dazai, is a bit more difficult. It starts playful, but the tension of a rivalry has always been big between the two of you, at some point its so thick you can cut it with a knife.

You always tried to become better than Dazai, much to his amusement, it became a little game between the two of you. And slowly small bets and little mind games grew in between the relationship between you and Dazai.

When the time came that Dazai took the tradition of killing the mafia boss, which later on Dazai trusted you enough to tell that Mori didn’t die, but has started an orphanage somewhere away from Yokohama to live the rest of his life there, He became the new port mafia boss.

Which meant you were his Right hand Woman, next to His right hand man, Chuuya.

And so you are in this position, Standing in The boss his office, looking at the small city lights and the busy streets of yokohama. It was quite a view, you had to admit, as it looked over every part of yokohama.

“Are you staring off in space again?” The voice of her boss, shook her out of her thoughts. “I have told you that being lost in your own memories again isn’t the greatest thing you could have.” Dazai spoke, as you faced him once again.

He had become quite mature over the years, taking care of a business like this isn’t for some childish people, but his relationship with Chuuya and You has never changed, even if he became mature and handsome over the years.

Suddenly you felt your chin being lift up with a hand belonging to your boss.

You looked straight into his eye, the one that wasn’t covered in bandages, as a smirk covered your face. “How sweet, does the boss need his daily attention?” You challenged, hearing a chuckle escape from his lips.

“Your remarks have always been entertaining my belladonna.” He smirked. You just rolled your eyes, a taunting smirk displayed on your lips. It has always been like this and you wouldn’t dream of changing it in any way.

“Tell me Y/n” He suddenly spoke, sparking your interest, as you looked at him. “Would you die for me?”

The question itself sounds so absurd, but knowing the man behind the question, You knew exactly where this could lead. Gathering all the courage you could, you looked him straight in the eye and said.

“Yes.”

He just chuckled, still having your chin lifted up with one hand, while the other hand had grabbed your hips, pulling your closer to him. “That’s a dangerous game your playing Belladonna, But You like playing with poison. After all, you inflict others with yours and I think you poisoned me too, Belladonna~” The Name suited you, and never in a million years would you think that you would be put in this position with him.

You chuckled as you pulled yourself closer to him, looking at his lips. “Then..” You spoke as you leaned in a little, “I’ll gladly Play this game a take the risk.” You whispered as your lips met.

For that night, Yokohama shined a little brighter.

#bungou stray dogs x reader #dazai x reader #Dazai Osamu x reader #beast dazai x reader #bsd #bungou stray dogs #dazai x y/n #port mafia #Osamu dazai

[forevfangirlwrites]

Hey! I really love your how to handle fame series! I was wondering if you could do a fic where annabeth finding out percy can skate or is a swimmer (or both!) and she's like what the hell? how does he get even hotter? You don't have to, I'm really sorry if I sound rude or anything

“Woah…”

She glances over at him with a smile, watching his wide eyes take in everything around them.

“I know, right?” she agrees. Even she’d been surprised when she’s first visited Jason’s place. (Granted, Jason’s was the first celebrity home she’d really been to at the time when she was just starting out. She knows now it can get even wilder).

“What do you even do with this much space?” he asks, looking around, still wonderstruck.

She shrugs. “I don’t know. That’s why I didn’t go this hard when searching for my place, this looks like a hassle to upkeep.”

They get out of the car and though Percy’s eyes are still roaming around, his hand finds hers immediately as if he just knows where she is without looking. It’s incredibly sweet. She swears this man never fails to make her stomach flutter.

“Hey guys!” Jason is walking up to them with a wide smile “Welcome to Casa de Grace!”

She shakes her head. “You think that’s a joke but that’s literally what their mom named it.”

Percy lets out a low whistle. “Damn, this place is huge.” (Whistling is not sexy right? Then why did she just think it is when Percy did it?)

“…pool, and skate park.” Jason is evidently finishing listing out the attractions of the house when she zones back in.

“Skate park?” Clearly, Percy’s attention has been piqued.

“Yep, it’s Thalia’s thing…she’s probably over there now actually. Want to see it?”

“Yes!”

His excitement is so cute she can’t help but smile again as she walks hand in hand with him, following Jason’s lead towards the back. A small lock of his hair falls in front of his face, and he brushes it aside quickly, listening with rapt attention to whatever Jason is saying.

“Right, Annabeth?” Jason asks.

“Right…” What was Jason saying again?

He raises an eyebrow at her, as if he knows she wasn’t paying attention. (It’s not her fault her boyfriend is distracting).

Thankfully, he doesn’t comment on it further and simply shoots her a teasing smile (proof that though Percy might not have noticed her looking, Jason definitely did.)

“We have arrived,” Jason announced with fake grandeur as they step onto the concrete. It’s a small skate park, a few rails, a ramp and one of those bowl-like things.

Sure enough, Thalia is there, riding a skateboard up the ramp. The three of them watch her as she jumps and comes back down.

“Would you believe me if I told you she claims this is how she stays in shape?” Jason comments as she starts to ride towards them. “The modeling agency is quaking.”

“Hey,” Thalia calls out in her usual intense way. It’s something that she had to earn her way out of when she first met her. And right now, all the intensity is focused on Percy.

“So you’re the boyfriend…” she says, looking him over. The critical eye that makes her stand out in fashion industry is now scanning her boyfriend and Annabeth finds herself squeezing his hand in support.

“Yep…” Percy chuckles nervously. “You’re good,” he nods towards the ramp.

Thalia shoots him a half-smile. “And you’re decent at making coffee.”

“I’m decent at skating too,” he replies, shocking both Jason and Annabeth. She turns to look at her boyfriend, he’s never mentioned this before.

Thalia, though, simply lifts up an eyebrow. “Go for it.”

She hands him her skateboard and Percy lets go of her hand to grab it. He walks a half-step before turning to shoot her a small smile.

She’ll admit her heart leaps into her throat as he hops on the board and slides down the curve. God, she hopes he knows what he’s doing and not just trying to gain appro—

He comes back up the ramp at a high speed and manages to do a kickflip on the edge before skating back down again.

What. The. F—

KEEP READING ON AO3

A/N: Thank you so much for this prompt! It was too cute, and don’t worry you don’t sound rude! I hope you liked it! Thanks again!

#percy and annabeth #percabeth #percabeth au #how to handle fame #percabeth fic #actress annabeth #barista percy

[snaileo]

Hi so im up to chapter 62 in atb from manga websites online and ive been wondering where i can read the next? Im having trouble finding chapter 63 and beyond, thank you ..

so yourwelcomescans, as per their TOS, will drop a manga once its picked up for english localization, which ATB was. The volumes are coming out every two months, so far 3 volumes have been released, which is FAAAR behind where the fan translation dropped, so you if you want the english ATB you will have to wait

The other options would be to access the Japanese raws, which there are several ways.

-ebook sites such as ebookjapan or through any other ebook site that holds international/manga titles. costs money (i buy the volumes through ebookjapan but its a huge hassle making an account. i believe bookwalker is another ebook site that actually carries atb but im not sure)

-Heros Site. heros is the publisher for atom the beginning and its where you can buy the chapters individually for points (you buy the points) HOWEVER Heros is also where we are getting each new chapter of ATB, every new update is free for a whole month!!! right now chapter 104 is up for free. And once in a blue moon, they unlock all the chapters to read for free, for a limited time. Heros Site HERE

-the only other way i can think of getting atb is finding a site that uploaded the scans and you download them for free, but idk which those are, i know they exist tho.

EXTRA: tbh im always down for discussing ATB in little tidbits, as I have all the volumes that have yet to be translated, so I do have access to chapters 63 onward (aside from part 2, since no volume from part has been released yet)

hope this helps

I will give you the best moment from chapter 63 tho, no context

#atom the beginning

[easysap]

Pros and Cons of Warehouse Automation

Implementing warehouse automation systems in your production line is definitely something you should consider. If you are looking to lower your overall costs or would like to be more productive, warehouse automation can solve these problems, and much more! For some people, this may be something you have never heard of, and so I am here to help. As a person that runs a warehouse, a know all the ins and outs of warehouse automation, including both positive and negatives. In this blog post, I have listed the pros and cons of warehouse automation, to help you decide whether your business needs it or not.

What is warehouse automation?

So first of all, what is warehouse automation? To be honest, it is exactly what it says on the tin, it helps automate warehouse operations, to move stock in and out of your warehouse with little human assistance. It can help to reduce repetitive and physical work that your staff member may have to undertake daily, also including reducing manual data entry and analysis. All in all making work functions a lot easier and less strenuous on the human body. Warehouse automation generally is replacing manual tasks with software, such as mobile scanning devices, barcode scanners, sensors, and even automatic guided vehicles. Many companies offer products and services to improve your supply chain, click here.

Pros

Cost-effective – implementing automatic systems can help employees to focus on other productive tasks, whilst the software systems do all the other manual work. Warehouse automation also removes the need to hire more people, or to expand your workforce. You don’t need to worry about staff members leaving or being off sick, the automated systems will do the rest for you.

Little human error – particularly when it comes to data input and analysis, human typos and errors can be very likely. Mobile software and scanners offer precise data input, promoting a more efficient work environment.

Optimised warehouse space – automated vehicles are designed to make better use of space, as they are smaller than your traditional forklift truck, to fit down narrower isles.

Increased safety and well-being – intensive manual labour can cause staff members to feel tired, emotional, and distressed, which can lead to injuries both mentally and physically. Automated systems, on the other hand, do not get tired or emotional, and will complete the job with no interference.

Increased efficiency – as automated systems and software are programmed to complete specific tasks, there is a reduction in waste and an increase in output. Damage to inventory, processing errors, and delivery traffic jams can all be avoided.

Cons

Big first investment – in the long run having an automated warehouse will save you costs and increase efficiency however, first installing all of this software and automated machinery will cost you a lot at the start. If you are looking to achieve warehouse automation, you might want to start saving!

Requires training – as with all jobs, training will be required to work and run these systems. Unfortunately, that does mean retraining all of your staff to be able to use all of the equipment, which can be time-consuming.

Better suited to repetitive environments – obviously, robots and automated systems can’t do everything! If you work in an environment with unpredictable days and tasks, then automated vehicles and software might not work for you. Constantly having to change presets may cause you more hassle.

Expensive repairs – warehouse automation requires a lot of modern and up-to-date technology, which can be very expensive if they break or need repairs.

I would say warehouse automation is a very innovative and effective solution to create a productive working environment. Yes, it can be expensive, but I do believe it will benefit you greatly in the long run! I would suggest weighing up the pros and cons of this blog post, to see whether warehouse automation is the one for you.

https://theconfigteam.co.uk/

#supply chain #sap #warehouse automation #warehouse #automation #software #robots

[notalwaysright]

Don't Sell The Wine If You Can't Commit The Crime

https://notalwaysright.com/?p=259256 Retail is a chaotic environment, especially when you’re understaffed and unexpectedly busy. Two of four registers are open, our manager is handling the delivery from our warehouse, and the other two staff members are sprinting around the busy store trying to fulfil [Popular Delivery App] orders before the drivers show up to collect them. Then, the school kids show up. We’re queued around the store, but a group of them manage to sweet-talk their way to the front of the huge queue with only a handful of items. Some have sweets, a few of them have some fizzy juice, and a couple of them have large glass bottles of [Brand], a totally non-alcoholic grape drink that looks a lot like wine. I scan them through as fast as I can and then call on the next customer. Me: “Next on till one, ple—” Customer: “You just sold those kids alcohol!“ Me: “Wh… Oh… No, that was a bottle of [Brand]; it’s totally non-alcoholic.” Customer: “Nonsense! Those were clearly wine bottles! I demand to speak to your manager!” Attempts at further explanation whilst I desperately page my manager to come up the front just make her angrier and angrier. She demands to know why I didn’t chase them when she “pointed out [my] mistake” and berates me on the strict Scottish licencing laws, as if I don’t already know them. My manager finally appears and tries to calm the woman down. She’s yelling loudly about how she’s going to get me arrested for selling alcohol to minors, spinning tales about how I was probably “in league” with the kids. She goes on and on until the manager gets fed up and demands she leave. Thankfully, she does. A good twenty minutes later, things are finally starting to calm down when we spot a police car pull up outside. That’s not unusual; they sometimes stop in for milk or snacks for the local police station. The officers leave their car, enter the store, and stride right up to my register. Officer #1: “We got a report that a cashier here wilfully sold a minor alcohol. Can we speak to the manager, please?” I sigh audibly and roll my eyes before responding. Me: “We had a crazy woman in here earlier who saw me sell some schoolkids [Brand] drink. She thought it was wine and wouldn’t believe us when we tried to explain it.” Officer #1: “We still need to speak to a manager, and we need to ask you some questions.” I page the manager again and get a quicker response as it’s quieter. He explains the situation the same as I did, but there’s a procedure to follow. I’m walked into our back office by the officers. One goes to speak to my manager and review the CCTV and the other starts asking me questions. Officer #1: “Okay, how many kids were in the group?” Me: “Four, maybe five. They come in as a big group and split up more often than not.” Officer #1: “What alcohol did they buy?” Me: “They didn’t buy any. One member of the group bought a bottle of [Brand] drink, which looks like wine but isn’t wine.” Officer #1: “We have a witness that says you sold them a bottle of wine.” Me: “The witness is wrong; there was no alcohol sale.” Officer #1: “The witness says that you are friends with these kids.” Me: “I am not. They mill about the store, and I see them for a minute tops maybe once a week. They gather in groups, make a lot of noise, and often cause hassle. I just want them out the door as fast as possible.” Officer #1: “What is the name of the person you sold the alcohol to?” Me: “I don’t know any of their names! And I didn’t sell any alcohol to them. I’ve not had a single alcohol sale all day.” The officer narrows his eyes at me and scribbles something down. Officer #1: “You know, you’re looking at a £10,000 fine and three months in prison, right? This would be a lot easier if you just told the truth.” Me: “Wha… But I’ve not done anything!” Officer #1: “Just tell me who you sold it to!” Before I can stammer out a reply, the door opens and [Officer #2] sticks her head in. Officer #2: “I just checked the CCTV and till logs with [Manager]. It was [Brand] drink, not alcohol.” They look over at me and see me shaking, pale, and on the verge of crying. Officer #2: “What the h*** is going on in here?” Officer #1: “I thought he was lying.” Officer #2: “Get out of here, [Officer #1]. Now.” Without a word, [Officer #1] stood and shuffled out of the room. [Officer #2] sat down across from me and did her best to calm me down. My manager stuck his head in and told me to take the rest of the day off. I told him I quit. Source: https://notalwaysright.com/?p=259256

[k1ttyb0t]

          ✱ [ ✉︎ ➜ 𝗥𝗘𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗩𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗠𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗔𝗚𝗘 ] :     Vox chose to stretch! Stretches his limbs, feeling pleasantly fatigued after a passionate encounter...  /  @kakodaimones

          ━━━━ Being used by the Vees is not new or out of the ordinary ( it’s actually part of her maintenance, if one were to believe it… ) Despite belonging to him, Valentino didn’t use her as one ‘should’ use a sex robot. He has other uses for her. All part of the ‘glamorous’ life of being their property — Kitty doesn’t complain… she’s not supposed to. Perform her ‘duties’ with a smile; pretty, prim and proper. When any of them tell her to jump, she inquires how high, how fast and what position she should land on…

          Every now and then, Vox would fulfill the requirement ( and fulfill thoroughly, he did; the Overlord is not a man of leaving tasks half-assed ) — and Kitty, as programmed to do so, never denied such requests. It’s her job, after all, to keep things in working order from her end. But due to the silence, Kitty wonders if she had been supposed to ask Valentino. She herself had even forgotten… perhaps that’s why she’s been glitching lately.

Idly caressing the sheets beneath her, Kitty switches to battery-saving mode. This results in the light of her eyes and mouth dimming; limbs now able to retract in place and relax. The sex had been just enough to maintain her upkeep and to provide release for him as needed. Kitty is about to inquire Vox if he wants to implement a steady schedule. The Robo Fizz doubts he wants to be the one in charge of her maintenance like this. Should she apologize? Yes, Vox commissioned her; all her documents and such are under his name, but she had been a gift for Valentino. Sometimes these sorts of matters can get a bit confusing… even her programming teeters between the two, deciding who has more ‘authority’ depending on the situation. Her gaze lingers as he stretches, lightly scanning for any health problems or changes in physical conditions…

          “« 𝚄𝚂𝙴𝚁 𝙸𝙽𝙿𝚄𝚃 𝚁𝙴𝚀𝚄𝙸𝚁𝙴𝙳 : 𝙿𝙴𝚁𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙼 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙻𝚃𝙷 𝚂𝙲𝙰𝙽? »          Would you like me to schedule a health scan once I’m fully recharged, Mister Vox?” It’s not like her voice to be this quiet or otherwise sound so strangely… conflicted ( she’s ignoring the feelings that arise when she lays with anyone else that’s not Valentino; she doesn’t understand what the heaviness in her ‘stomach’ is, or the dull ache in her ‘chest. She doesn’t want— )

          After a pensive moment, something odd occurs; there’s a crack to her quiet voice, like the system is failing. “...Do you want me to leave?” It’s fleeting, however, and Kitty’s gaze goes back to the ceiling. Her outfit had been torn, and she’s ‘bleeding’ from her upper thighs; no doubt, she’d have to clean up herself and the area. What a hassle this is. “« 𝚄𝚂𝙴𝚁 𝙸𝙽𝙿𝚄𝚃 𝚁𝙴𝚀𝚄𝙸𝚁𝙴𝙳 : 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚂𝙰𝚃𝙸𝚂𝙵𝙸𝙴𝙳 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝚂𝙴𝚁𝚅𝙸𝙲𝙴? »”

#kakodaimones #➔ 𝗥𝗣.𝗗𝗢𝗖𝗫 / 🎔 ━ in character #➔ 𝗥𝗣.𝗗𝗢𝗖𝗫 / 🎔 ━ answered