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possessionguy · 2 years

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The Ghostly Trio’s Possession Party

It had been months since the ghostly trio had possessed and had fun inside any fleshie hunks, and these ghosts were really needing some time off from all the haunting they do. The ghosts decide to try throw a Possession Party. A possession party is an event for the ghosts to all find, invade and inhabit unsuspecting fleshies. Once all the ghosts take control of a hunky bonebag of their choosing, these ghosts all meet back up as their fleshie and have a some fun.

Stretch, Stinky, and Fatso all are excited for a weekend of fun and adventure as they prepare for the party. The ghostly trio decide to split up and search for their fleshies on their own. Fatso decides to go searching at a villa. Stinky decides to search for his fleshie at a restaurant. And Stretch begins his search for a suitable host at the local gym.

Stretch flies into the gym with a wide grin on his face and his hands rubbing together as he searches for a fleshie that fits his taste and size. Stretch searches for a while invisibly flying past a lot of fleshies that Stretch would gladly slurp into, but Stretch is looking for a fleshie that will put fatso and stinky into shame when they see eachother’s conquers.

Stretch feels like has searched through the entire gym and seen every sweaty and muscular man possible when he hears a loud grunting sound coming from a private room he missed while searching. Stretch phases through the wall when he immediately begins to grin again as he sees a fleshie that is perfect for the party.

Stretch almost melts into a puddle of ectoplasm when he sees his prize. This hulking man looks taller then every other man in the gym and has a face that screams cockiness. “Oohhh yeaaaa! Now this is what I’m talkin’ about! Stinky and Fatso got nothin’ on me once I take you as mine big boy!” Stretch immediately begins to close in on his target as the fleshie does his weights when another fleshie walks in. Stretch backs away as another gym bro comes looking for Stretch’s soon to be body.

“Hey Joe! Are you almost done with your reps?” The gym bro says as he eyes down his friend. Stretch notices this and thinks to himself, “I see I’m not the only one who wants you Joe! Hehehe!” Stretch snickers to himself at what a mess this gym bro is when talking to Joe.

“Sooo… Whats up dude? We’re you gonna ask me something.” Joe asks this after a silent few seconds of his friend looking at his legs and abs.

The gym bro remembers what he came into the room for and asks, “Bro, are you coming to the party tonight? There are gonna be some many hot chicks!” The gym bro says this as he humps the air awkwardly.

Joe quickly answered back, “Yea of course! I am ready for a good time tonight! My body is ready! Haha!” Joe’s questionable friend leaves the room trying to hide his boner as Joe begins to stretch after his work out.

Stretch perks up when that gym bro finally leaves and says to himself, “Well well well Joe, your body is ready… ready for me!”

Stretch immediately locks the doors shut which causes Joe to look around confused as he hears a cackle that almost sounds like it’s from a New Jersey. Joe turns around and sees a long blue ghost with a wide grin stare him up and down as he goes wide-eyed and scared.

“Hey there you sexy bonebag! You ready for some Stretch?!” Stretch cackles.

“Uhhhh Wha… What do you want?! What are you?!” Joe yells in fear.

“Let’s just say I am looking for a new ride… and your muscles are the perfect prize!” Stretch says while eyeing down Joe.

“A ride?… what do you mean?” Joe says this as he steps back to make distance from the ghost.

“I need a fleshie for some fun… and you are the perfect host! NOW OPEN WIDE CAUSE STRETCH IS COMING THROUGH!”

Stretch flies towards Joe as Joe begins to scream in fear. Stretch grins seeing the perfect entrance and slams into Joe’s open mouth as his head and body begin to slurp into Joe’s hulking body. Joe screams and is frozen in fear as he feels Stretch enter his mouth and begin flowing into his throat and stomach. “Hehah! Let Stretch in and show your sexy body a good time!”

Stretch fully slurps into Joe’s mouth as Joe’s mouth involuntarily closes with a pop and Joe feels Stretch inside him. Stretch immediately begins to cackle and hoot as Joe’s arms begin to fly up and move as Joe loses control of them. Joe is terrified as he can feel stretch put him on like a fresh suit. Joe gets tossed around and hits the wall and bench as Stretch takes more control of his limbs and muscles, “Almost got you Joe! Get ready for the time of your life! Or should I say… MINE! Hahahaha!”

Joe feels Stretch’s head fill out his own as he gets dizzy and fades away as his terrifies expression turns into a wide grin and cocky laugh. “ Ohhh yeaaaaa! Now that’s more like it!” Stretch feels his new muscular body all over as he cackles and hoots to himself over his conquer of this fleshie. “Haha! The juicy pecs and big biceps and hands are the best I have ever had! I am so ready for a good time tonight! Let’s see what fleshies Fatso and Stinky got for themselves to be fucked by me! Haha!”

Stretch begins to leave the gym in his new form as he walks past his gym bro and winks, “you look sexy in those shorts bro!” Stretch slaps his admirer’s ass as he feints in shock and stretch walks out of the gym cackling.

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Stinky has been flying all throughout the restaurant looking for fleshie to takeover and add his own stench to.

“Now where are you fleshie? I need to find a good fleshie!”

Stinky sees many fleshies he would normally go for, but wants to find a fleshie that would be fit for a possession party. Stinky is about to loose hope and go look somewhere else when he sees in the corner of his eye a fleshie that is perfect for him.

This sexy stud muffin is rushing to the bathroom as stinky follows him in ready to takeover. Stinky slips through the doors as he sees the fleshie rush into the stall and hears him sit in the toilet.

“Perfect… I LOVE a toilet possession… my favorite entry!” Stinky giggles to himself as he goes through the stall wall and sees his hunky host relieving himself. Stinky disappears ready for his attack.

“Aww man what was in that food?! My stomach is a mess!” As Zach is finished going and feels much better, he begins to smell a stench so horrid he is going to vomit. “UGHHH what is that smell?! Is that me?! What did that food do to me?!” Zach looks down and sees green gas begin to emit from his toilet and out through between his legs as he gets scared of what is going on? “What is that gas?! Did I fart?”

“No you hunky fleshie that’s me, Stinky, and prepare yourself for entry!” As soon as Stinky announces this the toilet underneath Zach begins to vibrate and shake and Zach is terrified.

“3..2..1 BLAST OFF!” Stinky blasts out of the toilet and into Zach’s asshole as Zach yelps and screams in shock as he flies off the toilet with a blue transparent tail sticking out of his ass.

“WHAT THE FUCK!? GET OUT OF MY ASS!! ERGGG AHHH!” Zach screams and shakes as he tries to reach behind him to grab whatever is intruding his anus. As Zach tries to grab Stinky, Stinky yanks his tail fully inside as Zach’s eyes go wide and leta out a sudden moan as stinky’s form rubs against his G spot while squeezing into his stomach.

“Heheh hope you liked that stud cause there is more to come once Stinky is in control!” Stinky fully collects in Zach’s stomach as he giggles and releases some gas that flows out of Zach’s mouth involuntarily.

“Get ready to do the Stinky shimmy!” Zach immediately feels a lurch in his stomach and begins and flail around kicking his legs in and out as his muscular arms shake and spin. Zach feels like he has no control as his face contorts and shakes side to side and he spins in circles. During all of this Stinky is giggling and moaning and Zach screams and groans. “Oooh fleshie you feel amazing from the inside! Can’t wait to use you to full Stinky extent! Hahaha!”

Zach looses all control when he trips off his fallen jeans and hits the floor. As this happens Stinky fully gets control as his head pops into place in Zach’s chiseled one.

Stinky now in full control inside Zach’s sexy body immediately gets up off the floor in a quick and giddy fashion as he giggles and releases a puff of green gas from out his mouth. As the green gas leaves his perfect lips, Stinky shows off his new smile and feels himself all over as he is over the moon in his new body.

“Man! This fleshie feels amazing! These washboard abs and tight ass are fleshielicous!!!” Stinky jumps and wiggles around as he puts back on his clothes and head out of the restaurant leaving a trail and stench behind him as customers and workers hold their noses in disgust.

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As Fatso flys towards the villa to find a fleshie for the possession party, Fatso has an idea. Fatso always has to possess the fat guy in a group or setting due his larger ghostly size, but since this is a possession party and Fatso wants to show out to Stinky and Stretch, Fatso makes a big decision.

“Forget the usual chubby hubby I always invade! This time I am going to inhabit a studly hunky bonebag and make Stinky and Stretch go crazy over me!”

Fatso knows this is going to be challenge having to squeeze his ginormous ghostly form into a tight muscular fleshie, but it’s possible and Fatso will do what it takes for this possession party.

As Fatso gets closer and closer to the villa, he expects to search for a while to find a fleshie that is exactly what he is looking for, but unlike Stinky and Stretch, Fatso immediately finds the fleshie he wants as soon as he floats above the villa.

Fatso looks down and almost accidentally reveals himself in front of a crowd from the shock he is put in when he sees this Greek god of a fleshie.

“Hubba Hubba! Now that’s what I call a Slab-Of-Meat fleshie! Ooooh you poor hunky man, get ready for a visit from Fatso!”

Fatso is practically drooling while watching his soon to be body walking around the villa pool. Fatso waits for a while for this muscle hotty to get alone so he can finally pay a visit.

The stud cake finally finishes relaxing in the sun and heads inside to change in his room, little does this fleshie know that Fatso is right behind him ready to attack.

The fleshie which goes by the name David as seen embroidered on his shorts heads into his room and sits on his bed shirtless.

Fatso floats through the door behind David and is in heaven as he watches David’s giant muscles and juicy pecs move and flex as he sits on his bed. Fatso is one sexy flex away from just fully going ham on David.

“Man this villa is nice, it’s just me, myself, and I here and I don’t have to worry about anything, especially girlfriend.” David lays fully on his bed at this point and puts his hands behind his head as his toned pits make fatso almost howl out loud.

Fatso can’t take it anymore and says out loud while invisible, “Ooh you poor hunky piece of fleshie, it is just you, yourself, and Fatso!”

David immediacy looks around and says, “Hey! Who said? Show yourself!”

Right before David gets up from the bed Fatso stops when he says, “Okay Bonebag, if you ask nicely!” Fatso reveals himself to be right above David and David looks up at Fatso wide eyed and pale as Fatso yells, “Cannon Ball!!!!” Fatso immediately slams himself on David’s abs and his gut is holding David down as he can’t move and is stuck on his bed.

David in shock yells, “WHAT THE FUCK??! GET OFF OF ME!! AHHH!”

Fatso releases a heavy deep laugh which rumbles the bed below them and gleefully states, “Oh David, you can’t do nothing, just accept that you belong to Fatso now and enjoy the fun!”

David looks confused and asks, “Wait what? What fun?!”

Fatso smiles with a grin, “This!” Fatso immediately begins to make out with David as David tries to move his face but he can’t because Fatso is sucking on his face like a vacuum.

David manages to slap Fatso off his face and Fatso looks slightly irritated, “Oh David, Fatso is here for a reason. I need a hunky fleshie to show off to my ghostly partners and you are the winning host!”

“Host?” David looks terrified.

“Yes! A host! As in I’m gonna take your body for a ride! COMING THROUGH!”

David screams as Fatso slams into his face and his head slurps into David’s mouth.

“That’s right! Slurp daddy Fatso in! Nice and slow!”

David groans as he feels Fatso enter his throat but gets a burst of strength out of nowhere and begins to push Fatso away from his mouth as hard as possible.

Fatso begins to slowly leave David’s mouth and pops out angrily, “Hey! You are supposed to let Fatso in! Guess It’s going to be the hard way buddy!” Fatso eyes down David’s pants and yanks them off revealing David’s cock.

“Why hello there little or should I say BIG buddy! Why don’t you make way for Fatso?” Fatso begins to fly up to the room ceiling and slams down head first into David’s penis causing David to yelp and scream as Fatso’s head is instant slurped into his member.

David immediately gets a hard on from the unexpected entry and begins to moan and groan as he feels Fatso pushing hard into his crotch. David terrifyingly watched as Fatso’s arms slurp into his crotch slowly and as Fatso’s gut keep slamming into his dick over and over trying to fit itself in like balloon through a glory hole.

Fatso laughs deeply as he slowly pushes into David and David puts his hands on his stomach as he feels Fatso enter it.

David yells, “NO FATSO DONT DO THIS PLEASE!GET OUT OF ME!!”

Fatso only answers in a laugh as his gut manages to finally fully squeeze in and all that’s left is Fatso’s chubby tail. David groans and moans as he feels Fatso more and more in him and he feels more and more full.

Fatso’s tail finally slurps into his cock as Fatso laughs, “Ooh I am IN! Ooh David get ready for Fatso time! Don’t mind if I take the driver’s seat for a little bit?”

David immediately feels a churn in his stomach and begins to convulse on the bed as Fatso begins to move and wiggle inside him trying to fill him out. It’s a struggle since Fatso can barely move while inside David due to the limited space.

David twists and turns while groaning and falls off the bed as both David and Fatso groan in unison, “Hey! There is precious cargo in here! Watch it bonebag! It’s already hard enough in here since I can barely move an inch inside you!”

David continues to groan, moan, squirm, and twist as Fatso spreads throughout him trying to take control of his chiseled body. David is able to get up and walks to mirror and sees himself.

Fatso sees that David is looking at himself and teases him, “I’m gonna enjoy that face David! Can’t wait to make all the MEN drool over me! Hahaha!”

David groans when hearing this and is in incredible discomfort for 15 minutes when suddenly Fatso’s head pops into David’s and Fatso’s face pops through David’s for a moment before David looks away for a moment and looks back with a huge grin.

“Now that’s more like it baby! Fatso is in the building! Hehe more like in the FLESHIE!” Fatso deeply laughs and feels himself all over as he is in heaven in this new fleshie suit.

“Can’t wait to show off this hunky body to Stinky and Stretch! They will never get over my muscles and beautiful new face! Thanks David!”

Fatso decides to meet back up with Stretch and Stinky shirtless as he walks out of the villa with all eyes on him. Fatso is having the best time of his afterlife!

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All three ghosts in their fleshie hosts meet up back at their haunted house and all go crazy for each other as they immediately begin having an orgy without saying a word.

THE END

(This was my first ever story, hope you guys liked it! Don’t be afraid to send me ideas and fleshies you can see being possessed by the ghostly trio!)

#stinky #fatso #stretch #the ghostly trio #storytelling #possession

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itzsana-kiddingmenow · 8 months

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can you post some skz lee headcanons? I would love to know what you hc on all the members. Make sure to take your time!

omg yes! let me know if you want ler hcs too!

SKZ Lee Headcanons: By Me!

this gif is one of my favorites its so 🥺

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Chan:

a pretty good ler-leaning switch

like a pretty solid 70% ler, 30% lee

that 30% lee though

usually either tickled by lee know or changbin

changbin being the only one able to keep his arms up 🙄

weak to pokes

like if you manage to place some well positioned pokes he will literally be a giggly mess

laughs are so squawky <3

loud HAHAHAs

so cute honestly

3racha tickle fights

all i have to say

his worst spot is def hips

8/10 ticklish

EXTREMELY VULNERABLE TO FEATHERS (specially on his abs ykyk)

Minho/Lee Know:

no one expected him to be ticklish

but he is

one

of the most

ticklish

members 👏🏻

100% will shout at whoever is tickling him

VERY SQUIRMY

have fun trying to hold this one down

mostly tickled by chan or jisung

ya know

the only ones who would even dare

you have to catch him off guard

constantly suspicious of every movement

sweetest giggles ever 😭

worst spot is v line

dont even try to argue

9/10 ticklish

not AS vulnerable to feathers but get him in the neck with one and it's over

Changbin:

my baby 😭

definitely one of the lesser tickled members

his muscles aint for show

needs multiple members to pin him down

first few laughs are a little breathy

but once you really start working on his upper body

he will be the cutest cackling mess ever

upper ribs and armpits are prolly his worst spot

cannot handle even the lightest tickles to his underarms

careful not to get punched in the face if you do

he loves it tho

lower body is definitely not as ticklish

but aim for his knees and find out

probably tickled most by chan and jisung

again

3racha tickle fights

i can't really see anyone else aiming for him

8.5/10 ticklish

not very sensitive to feathers anywhere except the stomach

cutest giggles 😭😭😭

Hyunjin:

one of the biggest lees to ever lee part 1

there is literally no spot which isn't ticklish

not even his head

remember that head massager?

yup

tickled most by minho

but practically gets tickled by everyone

poor kid can't catch a break

tries to tickle back but there's no ler in him

loud screams rather than laughs

like his laugh-screams are so loud

another armpit weak bby

cutest thing ever

"AHHHHH HAAHAAHAAHAA"

10/10 ticklish asdfghjkl

Han Jisung:

what a giggly mess honestly

cute gummy smile

legs are one of his worst spots

nowhere specific

just everywhere cause he's that ticklish

there and his sides

he's always tickled there in the videos

giggles are one of the purest to exist

tickled most by chan as he is chan's baby

followed by minho and then changbin

3racha tickle fights 😭🤚🏻

waist is so ticklish it's an absolute delight if you manage to get him there

snickers >_<

hear me out

squeaks

9/10 ticklish~

pretty feather ticklish around everywhere

Lee Felix:

definitely feather ticklish

idk i just imagine that to be the first thing about him

worst spots are probably stomach and sides

he will be screaming

ears are pretty ticklish

its pretty adorable

tickled most by minho or hyunjin

i just see tickle fights between hyunlix

high pitched laugh

brightest giggles ever

8/10 ticklish

Seungmin:

thinks of himself as more of a ler than a lee

definitely has his share of ticklish areas though

for example, his neck and ears

idk i just find little giggles the cutest thing ever

worst spot is prolly armpits

i think we all agree

tickled most by chan

we all saw that one hug tackle video ok 🙄🤚🏻

loves loves LOVES cuddly tickles

will never admit it

will 1000% get back the person who tickled him

"haahaahaa"

cutest laughter

7/10 ticklish

i can only see him being feather ticklish on his armpits or neck

Jeongin:

one of the biggest lees to ever lee part 2

literally ticklish everywhere

just like hyunjin

literally insanely ticklish

sides? screaming

neck? screaming

armpits? screaming even more

worst spots? armpits and neck

we all agree come on

tickle fights with seungmin

loses 99.9% of the time

walking tickle spot

mostly tickled by everyone

being one of the most ticklish and the maknae

practically guarantees all members will not stop bothering him

cutest giggles ever

again, 10/10 ticklish

FEATHER👏🏻 TICKLISH👏🏻

EVERYWHERE

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hope you enjoyed! please check my intro post before interacting! love youuu 💖💗

#sana's brainrots #sana's rants #midzywannabeitzy #kpop tickle #skz tickle #skz #stray kids

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professionalbratqueen · 2 years

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Hello, Neighbor

18+ only, please.

Originally posted by darkling-er

Every year, you and your best friend head to her parent's beach house for three weeks of summer fun. This year, there's a new neighbor.

Pairings: Ari Levinson x female reader

Media: The Red Sea Diving Resort

Warnings: Ari Levinson is a warning in and of himself, blatant objectification, awkwardness, no filter, manhandling, oral sex (m and f rec), unprotected sex (honestly, don't do that), squirting, fluff, don't trip on that second sentence, not beta'd

Word Count: 3,827

Notes: Omg, I done it! It only took me months more than it should have. 🙄 I feel like this could be a fluffy little series about the three week vacation or even later but I don't know. I guess it depends on if anybody likes it. 💕

Read it on AO3.

The beach house had become a tradition. Every summer since the two of you had met at orientation your Freshman year of undergrad found the two of you sharing your best friend's parents' summer home that lay on the coast within sight and walking distance of the water.

You took a deep breath, smelling coffee from the machine you'd just turned on and clean ocean from the open window. It was a bright, beautiful day and the first of your three-week vacation. When the coffee finished, you poured yourself a cup and doctored it to your liking before stepping out onto the front porch.

There were voices in the next yard. Nobody had ever been in residence the entire time you'd been coming here but you remembered Melanie's dad mentioning it had been sold recently. Trying to hide how nosey you were, you hid behind one of the porch pillars while peering over at the two men standing in the grass.

"Oh, my God," you breathed, eyes helplessly locked on the demigod in short swim trunks talking to another neighbor who'd been on his morning run. "Oh, my God, what is going on?" Your numb fingers tightened on your coffee mug in an attempt not to drop it, every other possible bit of brain-power draining somewhat south. "What is happening?"

He was gorgeous. He was beyond gorgeous, the word didn't even do him justice. From the top of his head crowned with pretty, silky hair that just begged your fingers to run through it to the tips of his toes which were strong and well-formed--and what the fuck, you noticed toes now? From this far away? What kind of useless--?

The screen door opened with a mild screech behind you and Melanie stepped out onto the porch.

"Help," you whimpered, eyes taking another leisurely stroll down your new neighbor's perfect body. Sun-kissed skin and rounded, soft-edged muscles, all tucked into a broad, tight package that screamed strength. A smattering of hair over his chest and belly. And what a belly. You could write sonnets to those abs. You wanted to press your face into his skin and chew. And his thighs. You'd do some terrible, horrible things to have those thighs choke you to death. "Oh, God, Mel, please help."

"Honey? What’s the matter?" she asked, immediately concerned.

"He's so pretty, Mel. He is so pretty, I am going to die. Please help, it's been like five minutes and I can't look away and he's going to catch--" You whipped your head toward her with a yowl when she pinched your side, body flinching the opposite direction. You missed the way Gorgeous And Godlike turned toward the sound, blue eyes narrowing. "Ow! What the fu--why are you such an awful person?!"

She was laughing at you while she calmly sipped her coffee. "What? I helped! You're not staring at him like a crazed stalker anymore." She giggled into her cup before getting herself together.

"I hate you," you told her sincerely, finally remembering your own coffee, grateful you hadn’t spilled it all over yourself. "So much."

Melanie tsked and shook her head. "Well, that's rude. Better find your manners, he's heading this way." You choked on the warm liquid, sputtering and coughing as she cackled beside you.

"Ladies...everything all right here?" His voice was deep and friendly and things tingled when you heard it. "Need any CPR?"

Melanie slapped your back hard enough to break your paralysis and you cleared your throat. "Hi! Uh. Yeah, we're good. I just sometimes forget I'm still not a mermaid." You cringed internally, absently wondering where your brain-to-mouth filter had gone. "No...uh. No CPR necessary," you told him, eyes widening because you knew it was coming and for the love of all that was holy, you could not stop it. "Unless you just wanna practice?"

His eyes were very pretty, an ocean blue with a beautiful little sparkle that was still there even when he was blinking at you in surprise. You could feel flames coming from your cheeks and you winced, helplessly blinking back at him.

Melanie cackled again, sounding more like an evil witch than your best friend. "Oh, I see you two are gonna get along great. I'm Melanie, she's Y/N."

He smiled at her--a very nice smile--then went right back to staring at you. "Nice to meet you, I'm Ari. I just moved in next door."

"Oh, we know," Mel snickered and danced out of the way of your blind smack. "I have to go inside and do something else now, you two enjoy."

The screen shrieked closed and silence descended upon the porch. Ari was still down on the grass, looking up at you. You fiddled with your mug, looking away because now your body decided to be shy. "Um. So. Just moved in, huh?" You cringed even as you were saying it, throwing him a desperately apologetic glance.

He smirked at you easily, not seeming put off at all. "Yeah. Didn't bring a lot with me, though, so unpacking is already all done."

"That...that's good," you mumbled, shifting from foot to foot and trying to keep from ogling him again. No. Up, up, stay on his face! Bad eyes, no cookie. "Unpacking's the worst."

"Sure is." He grinned up at you and you felt your breath stop; he was too pretty to be allowed. "Want to come and see the house?"

"Yes, yes, I do, thank you," you blurted, abandoning your coffee on the porch railing as you flew down the stairs. He laughed and caught your hand, leading you over.

His hand was huge, fingers calloused but not painfully rough. Up close, he smelled like citrusy bergamot, floral neroli, and earthy musk, overlaid with clean, salty seawater. His skin was warm, blood hot against your perpetually cool fingers and you squeezed unconsciously. He saved you from burgeoning embarrassment by squeezing back.

All of the houses in the area were custom-built, not a single one exactly like another. Where Melanie's parents' house had a distinct Cape Cod bent to it, Ari’s was ultra-modern, looking like various-sized boxes stuck together, some glass, some entirely enclosed in metal siding with windows. The downstairs looked like several rooms from the outside but when you followed him in, you saw one huge space with an open kitchen, a dining area, an entertainment area, and an area that looked like it might be a library someday.

You looked around with lifted eyebrows. The light was, frankly, amazing in there; any wall that was plaster was covered in framed art, otherwise, it was all glass. The view of the beach was gorgeous, especially from the dining table. The stairs came down in the middle of the room and there was art on the outside of them, too, no space wasted.

The kitchen was a chef's dream. You didn't even cook that much but found yourself salivating at the extended island, the commercial reach-ins for the refrigerator and freezer, and the Viking range. You paused and whispered, "It has a grill," in awed tones and Ari chuckled softly, right behind you. You didn't turn, not exactly surprised at his proximity. Instead, you leaned forward to touch the water spigot against the wall, arching your back a little and pushing your ass out. You didn't quite touch him, it was more an invitation than anything else. You were close enough to feel his body heat against your thighs and through your shorts, though.

"You like to cook?" you asked, struggling to keep your voice steady.

Ari took the invitation and ran with it, pressing his groin against your ass, hands on your hips. "I do when I get the time." His voice was deeper than it had been outside and he was obviously glad to be where he was, pressing hard and hot between your cheeks.

You braced your hands on the edge of the stove, eyes half-closing, your tongue automatically licking your lips. If he was as big as you thought he was… "Don't get the time often?" you asked, unable to keep from sounding anything except breathy.

His hands wandered up your sides and he pulled you back to stand straight, then further to lean back against his glorious chest. He was a wash of delicious heat from your shoulders to your thighs. You shuddered, basking in it as his scent enveloped you in bright citrus, orange blossoms, and that deep, musky note that made you feel like you'd had a little too much to drink, even though it was only 8 something in the morning and you'd only had coffee. "Not as often as I'd like," he murmured, right in your ear, proving that you didn't care what he said, you only cared about his voice, as goosebumps ran down your arms.

You gave an honest-to-God whimper and then pretended you hadn't. "Shame," you whispered, shivering.

"Would you like a tour of the upstairs?"

"Yes, yes, please, I would," you answered in a rush. You grabbed his hand and headed for the stairs, towing him behind you as he laughed, warm and deep. You led him up his own staircase, then stopped in the upper hallway, uncertain which room was the master.

He scooped you up into his arms bridal style like you weighed nothing, causing you to squeal in surprise and loop your arms around his neck. He laughed as he headed for the last door on the right. "This way, sweetness." You hid your face against his neck and grinned at the nickname.

He gave you a little toss onto the bed and you landed with a bounce, giggling as you pulled your top over your head. Ari tugged your shorts over your hips and down your legs, leaving you in your cute little sunshine yellow bikini. He raised his eyebrows at you and you shrugged, stretching into an arch, arms above your head. "We always end up at the beach."

The bikini was held on with strings that tied into cute little bows. "I can appreciate that," he murmured. "Let me get a condom."

You extended a leg to stop him with your foot on his hip. "I'm clean, tested last week for this vacation, and I'm on birth control."

He met your eyes, that beautiful blue gazing at you like you just saved the world. "I'm clean, too," he offered, voice a little rougher. "You sure, beautiful?"

You smiled at him, warmth spreading through your chest. "Yeah, I'm sure. Nobody's called me beautiful. I like that."

"Yeah?" He crawled into the bed, hovering over you, caging you in. "You must be with some stupid people because you are gorgeous." His fingers touched your hair, his eyes staring into yours with an intensity that made you squirm.

His fingers tugged at the bows that kept the bikini top on, pulling the yellow fabric away from your chest. His eyes flicked down to it and stayed there. Big, warm hands pushed you flat on your back before they cupped your tits reverently. He squeezed them a little, pushing them together, then looked back up at you. Keeping eye contact, he leaned down and sucked a nipple into his mouth.

His tongue swirled around it and you arched, breathing out on a sigh. He moved from breast to breast, sucking and licking your nipples, biting the soft flesh around them, too. A sharp little nip made you gasp and jerk and he licked the spot in apology, looking back up at you.

He crawled higher up your body to kiss you, hips getting between your thighs, one hand leaning his weight on the bed near your head. His kisses just confirmed the sex god status you'd suspected and you squirmed under him, just to feel all the places where his weight was leaning into you. He kissed away from your mouth, down to your jaw, then your throat. Exploration found that sweet spot you had just behind your jaw and below your ear. Shivers spilled down your spine as pathetic little needy sounds escaped your mouth and your hands came up to clasp at his back, fingers digging into his lats. He smiled against your skin before he sucked gently at the area again.

You lifted your hips with a little cry, trying to rub against him for friction. He made a pleased sound but started back down your body. His hands came to your hips to hold them still as he went back to worshiping your chest. Slow kisses moved further downward, over your tummy as he slipped off the bed to the floor. His hands got busy, tugging the strings to your bikini bottom until the bows unraveled and he could tug the scrap of fabric out from under you, tossing it aside.

Ari on his knees between your legs was a revelation. You couldn't help but stare as he kissed down along your hip, then across your pelvis. He reached up to push his hair back, one eye looking up at you. You sucked in a breath, getting wound tighter and tighter as he approached your pussy. He flashed you a smile as he pressed a sweet little kiss on your mound.

He hugged one thigh to him and pushed the other out to open you up. He kissed along the outer lips of your pussy, then nipped along the inside of your thighs, ratcheting the tension higher. When his tongue finally touched the slick valley between your thighs your head fell back against the bed with a little moan. He gave it a wet, open-mouthed kiss that let him explore from your opening upward, then settled on your clit.

He stared up at you, tongue lapping and swirling, flickering back and forth over the little bundle of nerves. He closed his lips over it and sucked and your head fell back again, arms above it in complete surrender. All the little noises he coaxed out of you got louder and more intense as he worked. Your hips jerked and he gripped them gently, keeping you exactly where he wanted you.

He pulled back a bit and spit on your folds, fingers rubbing it against your clit and you squirmed, giving a strangled little sound. His hands pushed your thighs back and flat, going back to sucking and licking at you like it was his damn job.

Once he was sure you'd keep your legs open he reached up with one hand to slip his fingers into your mouth and you mimicked his rhythm around the tips with your tongue. When he took them back he played with a nipple, slick digits stroking feather-light before he pinched and rolled it between them and his thumb.

His other hand moved between your legs, a finger slipping inside you easily. He moved in and out, slowly at first, then faster, adding another and canting them up to catch your G spot. You couldn't help the sound that came out of your mouth then, hands slapping down on either side of your body to curl in the duvet. You kept lifting your head so you could watch, but then he'd send electricity shooting up your spine and it would fall back again.

He sped up, fingering you fast and hard enough to get your tits rocking a little. He licked and sucked at you like a fiend and you writhed under him as your orgasm crashed over you, loud little cries of his name spilling from your mouth like a melisma.

He eased up, then pulled back entirely, wiping his mouth and beard with his hand, both wet with your juices. Standing, he pushed his swim shorts down over his hips and lower. His dick sprang out and slapped his stomach and your mouth practically watered. Long and thick with a cut head that was wet with precum. He had no tan lines, all the same shade of golden bronze the sun had made him. You sat up happily and maneuvered onto your hands and knees at the edge of the bed. He put his hand on the back of your head as you took him into the warm cave of your mouth, just resting, not restraining you.

The weight of him on your tongue made you groan and you bobbed your head to take as much of him as was comfortable, hands coming up to stroke the rest of him and play with his balls at the same time. Precum leaked over your tongue and you swallowed while making a happy sound. He chuckled softly and pet your hair, curving his big hand over the contour of your head affectionately. "Yeah? Good?"

You looked up at him and deliberately made your eyes wide and innocent, watching it hit him like a blow to the head, his face going slack with lust and a deep groan coming from his chest. You managed a muffled, "Mm-hmm," and then really went to work. Each dip of your head took more and more of him in, little choking sounds escaping your lips as you got him to the edge of your throat. He gathered your hair into a ponytail, holding it for you without forcing your head down or changing your pace. Saliva overflowed your lips and you used it to slick the rest of his cock and even down to his balls. Every now and then, you'd pull back and spit on him, rubbing it along his length, until your hands on him almost felt as wet as your mouth.

You knew your limits and you took him there, just edging down into your actual esophagus with the tip and no further. The urge to choke tapped insistently at the back of your awareness, along with the contractions of your stomach muscles. Your gag reflex wasn't particularly sensitive but Ari was a little bit bigger than your experience allowed. You pulled back with a gasp, blinking tears from your vision that spilled down your cheeks.

"Shit, beautiful," Ari murmured and used his hold on you to drag you up into a kiss, heedless of the mess your face was at the moment. "Gotta stop that for now or this'll be over before I want it to be."

You laughed and wiped the drool off your face with the back of your arm. Ari used his thumbs to gently brush away your tears, smiling at you. "Wanna go for a ride?" When you nodded he climbed on the bed, then manhandled you on top of him, clearly enjoying the squeak that produced.

You sat up straighter and bore down on him as he sank inside you. He was thicker than anyone you'd ever taken and it burned a little in the best way possible. You braced your hands on his glorious chest and started rolling your hips in a sinuous undulation that shifted him back and forth inside you. You lifted up and went back down on every back sway, aiming for and finding the spot way up near your cervix that nobody ever seemed to hit.

He stared up at you the whole time, his hands wandering your body and occasionally gripping your hips but letting you be in charge. His cheeks were flushed and that just made his blue eyes that much brighter. You whimpered and mewled through it with zero concept of pride, not caring how pathetic and cockdrunk you sounded as long as that end shimmering in the distance found you.

The closer it got, the faster your hips went until you were writhing on top of him. He curled those big hands around the back and sides of your head, bringing you down to touch foreheads. It was the most intense eye contact you'd ever experienced period, let alone during sex. "You gonna come?" he asked, voice quiet.

"Uh-huh."

"Yeah? Gonna soak my dick, sweetheart?"

"Uh-huh, yes, please, please…" You couldn't help begging, eyelids fluttering as your eyes rolled back in your head. The orgasm drew up high to tower over you before crashing down like a tsunami, leaving you to shout your way through it, hips losing all rhythm.

Ari cursed and grabbed them hard enough that you knew you'd have some marks the next day. The idea made you warm and squirmy inside. He held you still and planted his feet on the mattress, jackhammering up into you hard and fast.

You cried out as you felt another swell rising in the distance before your first orgasm had even finished. You closed your eyes against the bright blue of his, the potency of his gaze threatening to catapult you into that second climax too soon.

"Oh, my God!"

He watched you, laser-focused on every microexpression. You shook your head, not exactly sure what you were denying but Ari seemed to know, nodding in counterpoint. "Come on, honey, you can give me one more."

You whined and squeezed him tight in automatic reaction but shook your head again.

"Oh, I think you can," he practically purred. "Come on, gimme just one more, there's my sweet girl, cum for me."

You whimpered his name, eyelashes wet with tears as you shook apart on top of him, fluid gushing out of you in one of the most intense orgasms you'd ever experienced. He let out an actual growl and thrust up into you faster, losing his rhythm as he chased his end. He dragged you down and shoved up into you, holding you there as he came, staring up at you, mouth open as he panted.

You both hung in the moment, suspended in bliss before you collapsed down against his chest like a fallen tree. "Oh, my God," you repeated, face buried against his neck.

He laughed a little, breathless, and nodded in agreement, hands running up and down your back, warm and soothing. After long moments of afterglow, Ari asked, "How long is your vacation?"

"Three weeks," you murmured sleepily, fingers toying with a lock of his hair. It was just as silky as you'd imagined it to be and you made a mental note to check out what conditioner he used before you left.

"Hmm. Three weeks. That's a long time. Need company?"

You pushed yourself up to see his face, smiling slowly. "Why? You offering?"

He grinned up at you and it was like the sun shining, bright and happy. "I'm offering." He kissed your forehead. "Asking." The tip of your nose. "Begging." The corner of your mouth. You giggled and he squeezed around your middle in a hug.

You gave him a sweet, closed-mouth kiss, letting your eyes close as you lingered. "I think we could work something out. Wouldn't want you to be lonely."

He chuckled and drew you back down into a kiss that was much less chaste than the one before, settling in for a lazy makeout session. After all, the day was just getting started.

#hello neighbor #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson x you #ari levinson smut #ari levinson #chris evans #my writing #the red sea diving resort

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emilio-the-dumb-wrestler · 1 year

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Stereotypical : return to the gas station

The old man returned to the gas station a week later and was surprised to see that the place was pretty well kept up. Nothing seemed to be out of place and what even more off was that the man behind the counter seemed as if he hasn’t changed all to much from the time he had left him. The old man too one look at him and spat on the floor after slamming the door. He walked up to the counter and slammed his fist down on the counter “what in the hell are you doing!” The Arab looking man behind the counter looked afraid. “I’m sorry I should have met you outside to get you’re gas. L…let me get it for you!” He said abs quickly turn on the pump. His body looked like it quit gaining muscle and fat after the old man has left him that day in the store. He was coming around the counter and the old man stopped him. “No ! I want to know what YOU are doing! What’s wrong with you! Why haven’t you changed ! ?” The man was afraid and began to back up back toward the bathroom. The old man waived his hand and the shirt and pants disappeared from the arab looking man. “We good. We good you don’t have to do this !” He began to shout.

The old man grinned. “Ahh. I see. I need to put a little extra push into you. Seems like I didn’t give enough magic that day to push you into that full stereotype I know you to be!” The man just screamed no right before the old laugh and waived his hand sending a final ripple of magic through the air the man couldn’t avoid. All directed toward him forcing him to change once again. Only this time the old man stayed to make sure the changes completed. The man felt his body began to swell once again only this time no muscle formed. The o ld man cackled “gas station owners are fat and lazy. You are now exception!” And as if the old man’s words were true his once firm muscle gut he been cursed before ballooned outwards and fell flabby. Covering itself in thicker hair than he had ever had before. His hair began to recede even further while his skin darkened and his chest hair grew in thicker. Now no matter what shirt he wore the hair would always find a way to poke through. His feet beefed up and got wider while his clothing began to change. A wife beater shirt formed dirty with grease with a button up flannel. Shorts formed on his chunky hairy legs that continued to get hairier by the second. Soon you couldn’t even see skin through all the hair. Sandals formed on his hairy feet. He didn’t know it but hed never wear anything other than sandals again. His stereotype wouldn’t let him. His beard became thicker becoming a permanent fixture on his face while he aged from his early 20s to his late 40s. English becoming a second language for him. A bald spot formed at the crown of his head. When he stood up he had tears in his eyes when he realized just how large he was now. He had to be at 275 of rounded fat. Hard fat. Covered in a thick forest of hair. “There’s the gas station owner I wanted! And just remember that wife beater is a life saver ! It’ll help control that fur! Now come find me up you fat beast !”

The man tried to keep the tears from welling up in his eyes as he rang up the old man who has just ruined his life. But the tears streamed down his fat cheeks and into his chest hair. “Now my near man. I expect the next time I come in here I will see a proper gas station that is owned by you. And I will see that you will be eating properly too!” He said pointing at the salad. “No more of that. I’m think of that..” and he pointed deep fried foods that were pictured on the wall. “You certainly don’t look like a salad eater anymore!” He said as he laughed walking away from the counter. “Plus. You don’t wanna change again do you!” And with he opened the door and left. The man didn’t know why to do. He was not a stereotypical Arab gas station owner. What else could he do. Other than open his phone. And order some deep fried food as he was told to do. Or else he would be forced to change again. He shuddered watching his hairy fingers scroll across food delivery apps.

March 16th, 2022 8:45pm stereotypical

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“Okay, and final announcement.” Xisuma said, consulting his clipboard. “We now have a dog park. This note, which I found under my office door this morning with no signature, said to tell you all to ‘bring all of your puppers and pets down to the dog park so they can frolic together’. So that’s a thing. Uhh, anyone want to take credit for this or…”

Scar raised his hand. “I’ll take credit for it if it’s a success.”

Xisuma sighed and rubbed his temples. “You know what, it’s fine, it’s just a dog park, what’s the worse that could happen. Town hall is now ended.”

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The dog park was a walled area right in spawn town, which seemed to have appeared overnight.

“Who on earth decided to tryhard a giant dog park overnight?” Cleo wondered, holding her pig on a leash.

“You know, I’m not sure. I was up late last night and these walls didn’t exist. Honestly, I’m not the biggest fan of the walls either… I support free roaming play.” Joe replied. He had his two shulker pets in a red wagon he was pulling along.

Cleo opened the gate, and they went inside to find a lush green grass, with some water and trees dotted about.

“Its pretty, but not pretty enough to be exclusive and walled.” Joe complained, carefully setting down the sulkers. “Alright mimics, now don’t go off by yourselves. Make sure we can always see you, alright babies?” The sulkers instantly teleported away. Joe sighed in loving annoyance.

“Listen.” Cleo knelt down and held her pig’s face in her hands. “If you dig up some bugs we can share them for dinner. Go hog-wild.” The pig took off, rooting up the ground, which made Cleo cackle.

Grian came walking in a little later, chatting to Pearl. They sat down on a bench, and Bdubs jogged over to them.

“Pearl, where is your pet? I didn’t even know you had a pet.” Grian asked.

“Oh yeah, she’s right here.” Pearl smiled and held out her pearl egg from the Easter egg hunt. “This is my baby. She likes to sit in the sun.”

“That isn’t a pet. That’s an egg, Pearl.” Bdubs pointed out.

Pearl flipped him off and turned back to Grian. “So, which one is yours?”

“Oh, that big one over there.” Grian pointed into the distance at the Entity, who had something in one of its spindly legs.

“HEY! That’s Mi Amore!!!” Bdubs took off, yelling and screaming cartoonishly.

“His horse is his love? That’s weird.” Grian commented as they watched bdubs jump pathetically to try to get the horse down. “I didn’t think horses and humans could be in love. Speaking of, do you remember that super weird app that was like a girl and a horse with a guy’s face fell in love-”

“Well, well, well, it seems like I am the most attractive person at this dog park.” Scar interrupted, sauntering over to them. He didn’t have a shirt on, for whatever reason, but he was wearing his fake abs. “Pooter, these are poor and ugly people with poor and ugly pets.” He spoke to the dog he had with him. Scar lowered his sunglasses and looked around the dog park. “Am I the only one who brought an actual dog? I mean, how low-class! A horse? A The Entity? Shulkers? A pig? Pearl, are you holding an egg? You people really don’t know what a real pet looks like.”

“Speaking of pets, we were just talking- does anyone actually know who built this dog park?” Joe and Cleo wandered over, and the five gathered hermits watched Bdubs still failing to get the horse from The Entity. A chorus of no’s answered the question.

“It’s curious, really.” Grian said, tapping his chin. “I mean, this is Hermitcraft, entire mountains can spring up overnight. But this is weird. It doesn’t really fit, almost. I’d never even consider bringing a pet to a specific place to let it play.”

“Yeah… it’s like it’s not from this universe or something.” Pearl mused.

“Oh Pearl, you and your alien stuff again!” Scar chuckled.

“I’m not an alien!” Pearl rolled her eyes and grinned.

“Wait… you’re not an alien?” Joe asked, sounding really confused.

The group dissolved into arguing about if Pearl was an alien or not, and laughing at Bdubs. The dog park was forgotten. Which is how it preferred to be.

#May 21 2022 #fic #hermitcraft #s9 #yes like the dog park from nightvale #long post

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give me 2 lifelines

Loki Laufeyson x female reader x Nuada (SMUT)

Anon asked: I don’t know if you’re familiar with Prince Nuada from Hellboy but I was wondering if you could do a piece that’s Prince Loki and Prince Nuada fighting over Fem Reader but end up sharing her. Lots of angst and NSFW content. I love a good sub/Dom dynamic. It would be AMAZING if you could whip something up 😊🥰❤️

SMUT AHEAD, 18+, sir/king kink, threesome MMF, dominant vibes,ah, you know the drill

!WARNING! THIS IS MY FIRST THREESOME WRITING IF IT'S BAD, PLEASE, BE GENTLE WITH ME! (p.s if you like it support me with a KOFI)

I am not the best at grammar so if there are any mistakes, sorry! Now, enjoy!

"Tell me about him."

"About who, Loki?"

"Your past lover with the fairly peculiar name."

"Nuada? Why?"

"You said his name yesterday in your sleep, dove."

"Sorry."

"Why for? Now, was he comparable to me?"

She giggles "A little. He held himself to the same elevated royal regard like you."

"Oh."

"But that was his downfall."

"Oh..."

"That was years ago. I am certain he forgot about me. I love you."

"I love you too, princess. However, you are untrue about one thing."

"About what?"

"Whoever you cross paths with, you leave an irreplaceable print on their lives. I am sure that Nu-a-da feels the same."

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"Nuada..." her words echoed off the magical glass and into his ears picking up the sad tone his eyes picking up only the cold wall he faced. "I am leaving. I need to go back Hellboy told me that being in this world is bad for me I need to go back to MY home. I will NOT see you again."

He stands up seeing the form of his former lover disappear in gold flakes with his hand raised. "Y/n.'"her desperate name befalls off his lips.

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Nuada stands up walking towards his today's visitor, his twin sister. Nuala. "Brother." he retorted "Sister."

Her hand reaches her chest. The thin fabric mashing into her narrow fingers. "I feel a tremendous distress from you."

"Ha, that gloom followed me when you betrayed me for the big red rock." he argued his attitude spiteful.

Nuala shakes her head "No, this sadness is beyond comparison. Unexplainable." she refuted moving closer to the shield her hand on the magical glass."This is heartbreak. For a certain being." Nuada's eyes gazing at her eyeing her mouth "For a human girl." His eyes twitched.

"That is forgone now. My actions are-" she cuts him off "-Are empty. Wanting nothing more than to have her back your arms wanting to do to everything and comprise everything to be with her. Since no price is too imperial for her."

"Enough!"

His turmoil echoed in the cell his kin standing her hand moving through the glass, his eyes cleared in shock.

"You could have run but you didn't, your powers exceed far more than mine. But you stayed for her, to pay the dues and to show in front of her a new creature. A new man how the humans would say."

Nuada walks striding out of the cell inquiring her with a breathless "Why?"

Nuala only cackles giving a minor shudder "Go... Find her."

Nuada steps off the stairs and moves out of the prison. His silver hair lifting off in the air that breezed through the long stands she caressed each night before they slept. His eyes that Y/n swore were made from molten gold searched into the area searching for his swords. His steps falling silent as he hears a small swish of magic, he turns to find a portal laced with green hues. He looks at the portal seeing no one only hearing the faint whisper of someone he yeared for.

"I am telling you. Bruce would manage to lift the hammer if he was in the elevator. No one can change my mind."

Y/N.

With no attending thoughts in his brain, his legs strode in front of him and into the portal that lured him so deceivingly in. The thick air that resided in his lungs was no more as he saw the same room he used to sneak in. The same cabinet he stubs his toe too many times and the small long mirror that was placed on the wall in front of the bed. He was here. Nuada was present in Y/N's room. The door opens and he sees her... and she sees him as the loud clang of swords fall from his pale blue hands. Y/n's steps coming to a halt. In front of her stood the former lover, the hair she kissed and braided was now much longer almost touching his buttcheeks the high cheekbones still current as ever the same markings on his skin stayed.

"Nuada? Wh-what are you doing here?"

She doesn't know how to acknowledge knowing that her present lover will come by any time soon. Her mind belonged to Loki. But what about her heart? Was there still room for Nuada to stand proud in?

"She told me to see you. She felt my eternal heartbreak that was left between us."

He steps closer, his hands reaching for her, her holding hands daily not yet remembering how rough he was. Y/N froze. There was no better way to explain it. Her brain worked overtime like a hamster in a wheel while her heart thudded in her ears and throat.

"I don't know what to say. We broke up. ever since you went to prison."

"I want to remove that, that memory. Seeing your face in vast anguish was something never I desired for."

Y/n flinches as her hands move away from his. Retorting with a small sigh "Still, we can not be together, Nuada, I am from a different world. Remember what Abe said:

"If you say here for too long your body will not manage to live here. It will kill itself slowly and who knows maybe that portal which you travel through will not open one day and you will lose all your loved ones."

"You can not stay here Nuada. You need to go back."

She wanted to shift away but his warmth and his authentic hands gradually and agonizingly pulled her in, her head resting on his shoulder. They stayed like that in silence while Nuada explains himself "My jewel, will you let me rewrite the wrongs of my life? Will you let me come back in and try to find the peace that you carry within you. I am lost without you?"

Y/n derides as her hand nudges against his chest tears probing outside of her eyes "What do you think felt like? When I came back after you were taken I had to rebuild myself, my job which I lost as I was traveling too much between realms and had to mask it. I had very bad thoughts that took a toll on me. you cannot ask for me to 'open my heart and welcome you with open arms. If it wasn't for Loki-"

"-Who is Loki?"

"My current BOYFRIEND. My lover."

Nuada footed back not even thinking that maybe she moved on with her life and found love with another. He didn't think how much damage he did to her heart that was already harmed.

"And who are you, stranger?" Loki's voice stirs through Y/n's ears and Nuada's, as well as both of them, turn to the god himself.

"Loki!" Y/n moved towards him already fearing what he thought "Nothing happened, I swear."

His finger reaches up to her cheek caressing the supple skin as she leans into his warm touch momentary closing her eyes. Not going unnoticed by the long-haired creature himself. "I know, lover. It is alright." he strides past her walking towards Nuada his green suit being slightly knowledgeable to Nuada.

"Have you-" "I assure you stranger, we are meeting for the first time. What is your name? What are you called?"

"Prince Nuada."

Loki swivels to Y/n "So that is him. dove? Perplexing..." Loki gazes at the creature noticing his marks on his body while his hand points to the marks "Are you a warrior? A bad one?" he grins seeing the small twitch in Nuada's eyebrow.

"I have spoken before my title is that of a prince. And what are you?"

"I am a God."

Loki walks back to Y/n holding her hand in his own bringing it up to his lips giving it the small peck she needs to zone back into reality and feel the gravity of this situation.

"Shall we?" "Yes..."

Nuada gazes and he feels the words jump out "I WILL DO ANYTHING TO BE WITH YOU, MY JEWEL!" they both halt turning to look at the elf "My pride is nothing compared to that to be kissed by your lips and to be filled by your love."

"Nuada, please... Stop this."

Nuada was a dominant creature of pride his name was not to be said without a shiver running down the spine of the person who said his name. The dangerous exterior and the harsh demeanor changed as Nuada kneeled, his pride stowed away not to see the light of this day.

"I still love her. She STILL possesses my heart."

Loki chuckles while he resolves, holding Y/n's hand

"What can we do about it? She has my heart as well."

Y/n subsisted in surprise staying between two of the same coin not already feeling the familiar tinge of arousal going through her body. Loki turns to Nuada indicating with a grin.

"Let us share her."

"Loki!!!"

He turns back to her kissing her lips saying in a bare hum "What else do you want me to do dove? You can see who much he IS willing to go through just to have a taste of your nectar. We can stop if that is what you wish for."

Y/n gasped out feeling Nuada pressed flush against her backside his hand traveling across her back.

"No."

"Then it's determined."

Loki looked at Y/n flushed eyes her iris almost despairing while she felt Nuada's long lost lips on her neck kissing and attending to her every carnal need she was deprived of. Loki took no more than a second to unbutton her shirt as she moaned at his cold fingers "No, use your magic." she barely managed to say it.

Loki takes it into account snapping his fingers as Y/n's, Nuada's, and Loki's clothes despair off of them leaving them naked. Nuada snatched her back onto the bed letting her softly sit down as Loki went behind her letting her rest her head on his abs. Nuada one more kneels looking solely at Y/n's

"May, I taste you, my jewel?" she nods as Nuada lets his lips open his tongue coming out and landing softly at the bottom of her folds tracing slowly up hearing her moans that he missed dearly. Loki kept an eye on her seeing her head drop against his stomach her eyes shut closed while her nipples begged for him to attend to them. His hands glided down giving her a message turning the nubs softly following the rhythm of Nuada's pace. As Nuada went up he found the one thing that gave her the nickname she carries for him his finger gently removing the fold and showing her clit "My only jewel." he mused seeing the deep red blush on her cheeks her eyes squinting not wanting to show her full-blown eyes his lips land around her clit sucking the delicate nerve bundle pulling slowly back giving her more depth to her passion. As her moans filled the room, Nuada HAD to rut his hips into the edge of the mattress wishing for just some sort of friction he craved for. Loki was nothing different either.

Y/n could feel his tip at the bottom of her head hard and quivering in rhythm with her moans each of the being anguish.

"I am close."

Loki answers sternly "Nuada, stop."

Nuada obediently ends peeking at the God, knowing he needs to play nice or otherwise he won't feel Y/n around him. "Let's fill her. Would you like that my beautiful Queen?"

"Yes." she rasped out "Yes, what?" "Yes, My King."

"Now, turn on your stomach. Nuada, we will swap our positions."

Nuada asks trying to hold still some ropes of authority "When will I feel her?"

Loki walks to him grabbing his chin forcefully "You, prince, will have your turn but for now, you will get her sacred mouth. Do you mind that Y/n?"

Y/n shakes her head between the power play that was in front of her "No."

Nuada kneels on the bed seeing Y/n beneath him, his cock twitched wanting nothing more than to take her and kill the god that was playing the power play over his royal birthright. Loki stood at the bed seeing her slick wet and pulling, taking his member into his hand pushing in, giving Nuada the head nod as Nuada places his cock in Y/n's mouth feeling her tongue beneath his cock while he slid further down listening to the audible gag reflex.

Y/n didn't know how to explain being throat fucked by a former King of Elf's and being fucked by a God of Mischief, feeling her both holes stretched with no remorse... And thriving in the fantasy.

"Can I move, pet?" Loki begged as he hears the audible Mhh from the bottom of her mouth. Jerking back from her pussy the tight walls would want nothing more than to hold him inside as Nuada continued to feel every inch of her mouth.

"Now, ah, Y/n your rule. You are not to cum until myself and Nuada cum inside you. You understand?"

At the command, she felt a powerful shiver in her body as rather of her voice her body replied as she became wetter at the demand. Loki chuckles as he looks at Nuada seeing his hand in Y/n's hair griping guiding her to a pace he knew she could take.

"Are you alright with that, Nuada? Having her being filled by mine and your seed."

"Yes. I can't wait to see her filled with our milk."

A few more thrusts and the men that were subdued at her body came. Y/n trying to hold in her orgasm. Loki pulls out feeling the cold air on his warm cock. While Nuada pulled slowly seeing her mouth full with his cum her eyes teary.

"Thank you... Sir," she said as a small smile was on Y/n's face. Loki looks at the two of them chuckling "She is all yours, Nuada." Loki and Nuada once more switch places as Loki attentively wipes the mix of drool and saliva pushing it back into her mouth giving her a sloppy kiss.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, my King." she smiled. Nuada feels inching his cock to her folds pushing in. Her walls clutching at the tip he halts feeling the mix of Loki's cum and her own giving him silenced in. Closing her eyes she feels Loki's hand travel past her breasts, stomach and halting at her clit playfully flicking it.

"Loki!" she cries as the nerves shock her. "Do you like it, while play with your jewel while Nuada is thrusting in you, hopefully breeding a child in your womb, Y/n? Do you like it? To have a child and to share it with me and Nuada as fathers?"

"Yes!!! Nuada, fill me up well! Places!" the level she stooped to screen to out she didn't know she had it in her. Nuada thrust feeling her pull him only further in her walls clutching him for all she is worth. Loki pulls his hand back seeing the tears stream down Y/n's cheek.

"Do you wish to cum pet?" "Yes!"

Loki looks at Nuada seeing him give a nod and he responds "Then cum."

One more time and y/n doesn't see her lover only a white light as her orgasm rolled out of her. Talia felt Nuada ruts his hips into hers and as he slowly pulled out she felt full and replenished with their cum something filthy felt so powerful.

Wow, need holy water on my eyes. thanks for reading. tell me what you think. Hope you liked it.

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intheticklecloset · 2 years

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Get Got, Tickle Monster! (Big Windup!)

Summary: The Nishiura boys decide it's high time they get revenge on their resident tickle monster, Tajima!

Word Count: 934

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From the first moment the Nishiura baseball team had begun tickling each other in the dugout during games to relax, Tajima had proudly taken on the role of the team’s biggest tickle monster. Beyond games and practices, he’d find opportunities to pounce on his friends no matter where they were.

He’d jumped Izumi in the cafeteria, Suyama in the classroom (right in front of everyone!), Oki in the gym, and once he’d pounced on Hanai when they were hanging out in the park on a weekend. He’d been elated to tickle the poor captain into absolute hysterics, so it wasn’t surprising to anyone when Hanai began recruiting the others in a plot to catch Tajima off-guard for a change.

The cleanup hitter had no idea what hit him when it happened.

One moment they’d all been doing their standard warm-up stretches before practice in the early morning, and the next Hanai had shouted, “Now!” and everyone collectively jumped to their feet and rushed him before he could react, shoving him into the grass as fingers found various ticklish spots, making Tajima yelp and sputter out a few surprised giggles before bursting into laughter.

“Whahahahahahat’s going ohohohohohon?!” he cried, squirming and kicking until someone sat on his legs, immobilizing him.

Hanai got right up in his face, reaching into his underarms, grinning triumphantly. “Revenge!”

Tajima clamped his arms down, cackling helplessly under the collective forces of most of his teammates, all of whom were grinning and teasing as they dug into his ribs, scribbled across his belly, squeezed his knees – everything at once.

“How’s it feel to get got, tickle monster?” Mizutani laughed, pinching his sides.

“Gahahahahahahaha! Abohohohohohohout tihihihihihihime!” Tajima shot back, still managing to sound cocky and confident even while at the mercy of his teammates. “I thohohohohohought you’d nehehehehever fight bahahahahahack!”

“You hear that, guys?” Abe asked loudly to be heard over the cleanup hitter’s laughter. “He wants us to tickle him into submission!”

Hanai shouted, “Get him!”

And just like that, everyone ramped up their efforts. From the dugout, their coach crossed her arms and watched them all with a smile, glad that they were able to have fun with each other like this. And – if she was honest – it was refreshing to see the team’s star player finally be on the receiving end of the boys’ playfulness for a change.

Hanai glanced up at one point and noticed Mihashi hovering, glancing back and forth as though looking for an open spot to go after himself. Remembering the time he’d come across Tajima teaching their pitcher to tickle back if he wanted to, the captain abandoned his rival’s underarms and grabbed his wrists, pulling them above his head and pinning them down, further exposing the cleanup hitter to more tickling.

“Ehahahahahahahahahahaha! It tihihihihihihihihihickles so bahahahahahahad!” Tajima squealed, desperately wishing he could kick or roll around or something, but with all of his teammates on him like this, there was no escape and he knew it.

“Mihashi!” Hanai called over the ruckus. When the pitcher looked at him, he grinned. “You know where to get him good, right?”

Mihashi looked relieved and excited as he knelt down where Hanai had been moments before, hovering over Tajima’s upper ribs for just a moment before descending, digging in gently but firmly, and – to everyone’s surprise – that’s when their star player finally began to crumble.

“GAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! NOHOHOHOHOHO, STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP IT!! NOHOHOT THE RIHIHIHIHIHIHIBS!! PLEASE!!” Tajima squealed, trying and failing to pull his arms down protectively.

“Not the ribs, huh?” someone teased, moving up to pinch his bottom ribs in tandem with Mihashi’s tickling. “You just gave yourself away, Tajima!”

The others redoubled their efforts wherever they already were, and within seconds Tajima’s face had turned a dark red as he laughed so hard he began to wheeze, shaking his head desperately. “STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!! PLEASE STOP!! I GIHIHIHIHIHIHIVE UP!! GUYS!!”

Sensing he was serious, Hanai released his wrists and shouted, “Let him go! He’s had enough.”

At their captain’s order everyone released him and sat back, watching with huge smiles as Tajima rolled onto his side and curled into a ball, giggling hysterically even without the tickling fingers all over his body.

“How’s it feel, Tajima?” Oki laughed, nudging him playfully. “You had to know we’d come after you eventually with as much as you mess with us.”

The cleanup hitter burst into laughter again for a few moments, seeming to get the rest of it out of his system before finally coming down from his high and gasping for breath, shakily pushing himself up into a seated position. He was grinning like the Cheshire cat and mirthful tears stained his cheeks, but he wiped them away and replied, “I kept expecting you to fight back eventually, but I wasn’t prepared for all of you to do it at once! Jeez, guys…”

Everyone laughed, helping Tajima back to his feet and brushing the dirt and grass from their uniforms. Hanai caught Coach Momoe’s expectant smile out of the corner of his eye and cleared his throat, going back into team captain mode. “All right, that’s enough goofing off for now. We still have the rest of our warm-ups to do, and then batting practice. Let’s go!”

“Yeah!” the team shouted in unison.

“And Tajima?” Hanai said before his rival could take off with the others.

Tajima glanced back at him, still winded but smiling. “Yeah, boss?”

Hanai punched him playfully. “If you don’t hit really well today, I’m coming after you again when practice is over. Got it?”

Tajima smirked and punched him back. “I’ll hold you to that.”

#fanfiction #tickle fic #big windup #oofuri #tajima yuuichirou #hanai azusa #nishiura #tickle monster #revenge #playful #teasing #tickling #ticklish #tickle

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limitlessgojo · 3 years

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Blood Bound: Blackened Bond (Ch 17)

Warnings: Action, Coarse Language, Fighting, Descriptions of Blood, Death, Gore, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Japanese Mythical Folklore, No Major Character Death, !Character Suicide!

Previous Chapter: Non-Standard

Next Chapter: 百鬼夜行 - Hyakki Yakou

Word Count: 3k

Tags: Kamo Noritoshi x Reader, Soulmates AU, Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Fem!Reader

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Extra Notes: PLEASE CHECK THE TAGS!!! This is one very loaded Chapter. Some might get triggered over the graphic depictions of violence. This is close to a bit of gore.

Chapter 17: Inferno: Flames of Hell

You wake up in the infirmary. Hiroki had healed you beforehand. You abruptly sat up, looking around the room, before finding him, cleaning some medical tools. “Thanks Niichan.” He smiled as he came over to hug you and messed up your hair.

“It’s okay. I didn't think Satoru would push you this hard. He’s a good teacher for you, much as I hate to call him a good teacher. Did you consider going to Tokyo Jujutsu Tech instead? You could’ve gone ya know, we wouldn’t hold you back.”

You mulled it over. “I think I’m staying here. I’ve settled in and everyone around me is amazing. They’re like a second family to me.”

He smiled before looking a bit annoyed. “Yeah well, glad you like them at least. Someone’s been waiting all this time for you. Rude if I don’t let him see ya, right sis?”

Hiroki walked over to the door and opened it, revealing Noritoshi with one hand up as if to knock.

Your mouth opened and closed.

“Y/n.” He was still so determined. What makes him have so much faith in you? You looked back to Hiroki, but he only gave you his trademark "Get your shit together" look and waved you off.

You walked up to Noritoshi by the doorway, and he stood back to let you through. You both ended walking quietly side by side in the hallway.

Noritoshi smiled, you didn’t run away from him for once.

"Y/n, can we… talk if you're up for it?" He asked quietly, a small sad smile on his face.

You took a deep breath, turned to face him and were thrown into a vision.

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"They've found us, run for it, love." Hotaru dragged you away from the small inn you were both staying at.

You stumbled after him and ran off. A member of the Abe clan had seen the both of you in the midst of fighting curses at an abandoned shrine. They tried to chase the both of you down, but you both fought back and ran further away until they’ve lost sight of you.

But currently, you are facing a much larger problem. A shadow in the distance. Just the silhouette of the curse was enough to etch despair deep in your bones.

With four large arms, two faces and a gigantic body, Ryomen Sukuna could be identified easily. You grabbed onto Hotaru and tried to push you both forward with your technique.

"Uraume. After them. I've heard rumours about a fated pair. It seems as if they are the ones." Sukuna smirked.

"As you wish." Uraume quickly caught up to the both of you.

They quickly froze your escape path, sealing you both in a circle of ice. Hotaru held you as you activated Inferno to break the ice and continued running. You were both dangerously running low on cursed energy. Especially as Hotaru had just fought over a dozen of curses.

"Hooh?? The woman does have power. I want her." Sukuna's eyes lit up madly. He shot a flaming arrow, forcing you to push Hotaru behind you.

Sukuna focused and slashed both Hotaru from behind. Uraume shot shards of ice towards you, but Hotaru shifted your positions.

You watched in horror as your lover took the attack for you. He was bleeding profusely and even his technique couldn’t help him from anemia.

“No no no no no, stay with me.” You screamed at him.

“Misaki, my love, for you I’d burn down the world, travel across thousands of miles, and kill anyone who tried to hurt you. I love you and I’m sorry we can’t be together much longer.” He teared up while cupping the side of your cheek.

“No, don’t go.” You leaned down to press your lips against his, trying to give him a bit of air. But it wasn’t enough. His hand fell limp and he breathed his last. Kamo Hotaru died in your arms.

"Hotaru, no." You sobbed out painfully, hugging his cold body to your chest.

"The talk of the town huh? You must be the soulmate pair judging by the marks on your hands." Sukuna stepped up with Uraume right behind him.

He was a terrifying sight upclose.

You froze as he knelt down and lifted your chin, "What a beauty you are. I wouldn't mind playing with you for a while and having you all to myself, before eating you up." He licked his lips lavisciously.

"So young, and such soft skin." Sukuna's hand trailed down your cheek and squeezed along the curves of your trembling body.

You never felt more dirty in your life. A man other than your lover, touching you like this. "Be my toy, would you? Your lover is dead after all. Why not humor me?" Sukuna jeered. He didn’t care about your silent sobs, even relishing in how you looked right now.

Utterly destroyed. With a monster claiming he wants you for himself.

He grabbed your chin roughly and forced a kiss on your lips. You snapped out of your shock, feeling your anger overcome your fear.

‘I'd rather die than let him have me.'

And so, you pushed Sukuna and Uraume far away and built a solid air barrier around you and Hotaru.

You thrust a hand out and an oil lamp came flying your way. It broke in front of you. Inferno was activated to spread the flames quickly. 'We are meant to stay together, my love, even if it means death.' You quickly slit your throat with a harsh cut, not wanting to die a slow death in the flames.

You choked out blood as Sukuna came near. He shattered your barrier easily with Dismantle, reaching for you. You panicked. You weren't going to die in time.

And you did the craziest thing you could think of. Activating Niflheim simultaneously with Inferno. Freezing everything around you, except for the still burning flames consuming you and Hotaru.

It didn't help too much. Sukuna produced flames out of his hand, while Uraume easily manipulated the frost.

Lightning shot out of your hands dangerously in your confusion. You don't know what you just did. But it didn't matter. You were quickly losing consciousness.

Crimson splattered onto the ground and over Hotaru’s corpse. You burned past the limits of your cursed energy, releasing bolts of lightning.

Sukuna’s hand reached out and activated his reverse cursed technique on you. “Not so fast.” He looked angry.

He was able to seal the cut, but with the last of your energy, you used Inferno on your body, bursting into flame before Sukuna and Uraume.

They were forced to back away and stared as you and Hotaru both turned to ash, the heat an insane temperature they couldn’t approach.

Sukuna threw his head back and cackled, "The lengths people go to for love. What fools Jujutsu sorcerers are!"

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The vision ends. You and Noritoshi gasp harshly. The hallway is covered in ice.

You slowly realized you unconsciously activated Niflheim. You swiped your palm through the air. All the windows along the hallway simultaneously opened.

The vision was far too vivid.

You covered your throat with your hands as though to stop a wound from opening, remembering how the dagger dragged through your neck bones. The flames felt painful as they ate at your body without your cursed technique protecting you from them.

Noritoshi kneeled down and touched his gut. He felt the poison of Sukuna's slash and Uraume's ice eat his body. After his past soul had died. Hotaru's spirit watched the events transpire from above you. So he was able to see it from a 3rd person's point of view.

How Sukuna had wanted you. How you ended your life for him.

You staggered back from Noritoshi, face as white as a sheet, running for the bathroom with bile rising up your throat.

That vision was eerily reminiscent of how Sora-nee died in your arms. You were on the borderline of hyperventilating.

Noritoshi ran after you, “Wait!”. You stumbled into the girl’s bathroom, opened a cubicle door and vomited everything out into the toilet.

The sounds of retching were loud even from outside. Noritoshi halted in his tracks when he saw that you’ve gone into the ladies room.

Fuck manners. If it was to take care of you, he doesn’t care about being gentlemanly or if he was called a pervert. He rushed in, wrapped his arms around you, pulled back your hair and rubbed soothing circles on your stomach.

You were vomiting pretty hard, to the point where it hurt your abdomen. “My dear angel, shhhh it's okay, I'm here.” You continued heaving and reached back with one hand to push him away. But Noritoshi was incredibly stubborn, not letting go of you.

“Noritoshi I literally smell like shit, please leave.”

“Nope. I don't care. I will take care of you. As your soulmate I’m responsible for you.”

Your eye twitched at that.

Both of you were still trembling from the aftermath of the vision. How terrible and cursed it was, that past life.

You closed the lid, flushed the toilet, then lifted it again. You leaned over with heavy breaths, but it looks like you’re done puking. Noritoshi just sat behind you, his hands stroking your belly, keeping your body warm.

It was nice. But he’s not yours anymore. It was only then you felt something wet on your shoulder. Noritoshi was crying.

“It almost… felt like I just lost you… My darling...” loud hitches of breath echoed in the bathroom.

You froze, not knowing how to comfort him at a time like this. You patted his head, and he leaned into your hand.

Even as you close your eyes, the images keep racing through the back of your eyelids. Flames. Blood. Lightning. Hotaru.

“I need to wash up in the sink.”

Noritoshi gave a soft grunt in reply, arms tightening around your waist. You stood up and half dragged him out of the cubicle. He never lets go. His arm is still around your waist, making you half waddle around the bathroom with him like a penguin with its child.

You brush your teeth with the spare toothbrush Jujutsu High has for its guests and rinse your mouth with several cups of mouthwash, the strong scent of mint hanging in the air. You spat it all out, but you still felt nauseous.

You turned and wiped away his tears with your sleeve. He bent down and tucked you under his chin, breathing in your scent. You were both alive. It was fine.

You pulled back when the door slammed open. It was Momo and Mai.

“......”

“.....”

The four of you had a stare off before realizing Noritoshi wasn’t supposed to be in there.

“Kamo kun, you’re in the wrong bathroom. Have you dumbed down so much you’ve forgotten?” Momo asked with wide eyes.

Mai stared at you and noticed how sick you looked. You just shook your head at her and quickly walked out of the bathroom, shrugging Noritoshi’s hand off of you.

'To hell with all this.', you thought to yourself

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"Wait!"

Noritoshi caught up to you in the hallway, grabbed your hand and turned you around to face him. He stopped caring about where he was.

"I'm never giving up on you. I won't, because I love you and I know that now."

You sniffed hard, tears running down your cheeks. You've had enough of this confusion. If you're being truthful to yourself, you missed him.

You missed Noritoshi and his kind words. His touch and his kisses. His soft bits of encouragement and picnic dates.

You want him back. It was just as Hiroki had said, you were pushing Noritoshi away without giving him a chance to explain himself.

But the vision completely broke you. You pulled your hand away, "Don't touch me. Don't follow me. Don't come near me." You whispered.

Noritoshi swallowed hard. "Why won't you let me explain myself?" But you just shook your head.

"Maybe we weren't what we thought we were." You didn't mean it, but you still forced the words out painfully.

Noritoshi flinched, "Why would you say that? You believed in us. I still believe in us. In you."

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, "That vision. Why did we have it? We could be dooming ourselves by staying together, Noritoshi, I can't do that to you. Maybe I am cursed to hurt the ones I love."

He scoffed. "Preposterous. They are our past lives, but they aren't us. We are different people with different choices. You’re not cursed Y/N, since when have you become so narrow minded?"

You stiffened. "Maybe I have always been so. I'm just tired of everything now. Plus I need to take down that damn curse, even if it kills me." You spun on your heel.

Something inside Noritoshi snapped. He now understands how it feels to be pushed away like an outsider. He grabbed your wrist, ignoring your angry whispers as he single-handedly dragged you back into his room.

This man was strong. Not even your hardest tugs threw him off balance. He slammed the door shut once you were both inside and you felt a bit shaken, not having any place to run.

"Why are you trying to do this all by yourself?! You may be a Special Grade Sorcerer, but that doesn't mean you're invincible! A war is not won by one person. Can't you trust me?" He hissed.

"Trust you? Trust you?! How about me? Big words from someone who didn't even want to let me meet or know the people he holds dear to him."

This was the most idiotic argument you had in your life. You didn't even mean half the words that you were saying. Just wanting to win a pointless argument you wished never existed in the first place.

"I thought you agreed to speak to me if that was still bothering you. You said we would work things out together." Noritoshi shook your shoulders.

You held your tongue not knowing what else to say. Noritoshi was still so sweet after all this mess. Pulling you into a warm embrace, patting your head as he cries into your shoulder.

"Will you stay with me at least? During the war.”

"Of course." You didn't even think as you agreed. Even Noritoshi looked surprised at your lack of reluctance. "I won't lose you."

You both stood awkwardly there, not knowing what to do. Noritoshi didn't want you to leave yet, wanting to bask a bit more in your presence. His mark cooled down as his hand slipped into yours.

But you stepped and turned away from him, ignoring how his fingers desperately clung onto the hem of your shirt. "I'll go then… Don’t want to intrude... "

"Would you like to stay for dinner and talk?" He called out hopefully.

"Thank you for the offer, but I'll be with Hiro-nii in my room." You purse your lips.

"I love you." He said once more. There was no room for hesitation in his voice.

You paused, temples throbbing heavily from the onset of a headache. Too many thoughts raced through your head and not all of them were good.

"I don't know what you heard the other day, but I will never take in any concubines. You're my one and only, Angel."

You only half believed him right now, his words going in one ear and leaving through the other. ‘People can lie. He is capable of lying.’ your shitty brain just makes every situation sound worse each time. This type of negative line of thinking was so unhealthy.

He must have understood your thoughts.

"My love please," he's begging you now. You turn to him, face full of confusion and hurt. You opened your mouth, and thought better.

This wasn't the best time to run your thoughts.

"I’m sorry for being in a really bad headspace right now. Are you willing to wait for me?" This time it was you who asked him this. Noritoshi studied your face before nodding. “That’s okay. As you have with me, I will do the same with you.”

You sucked a deep breath, eyes watering. “I’m scared.”

“It’s okay to be scared, we are just kids. We aren’t supposed to bear the weight of saving a nation this early on.”

“I don’t want to lose anyone anymore.”

“You won’t. We won’t.”

“I’m sorry for being such a pain. I know we need to talk about all of this, eventually.” You couldn’t help the whimpers that came out of your mouth.

“I love every bit of you. Even if you're like this… No... Because I understand how you feel. You have a right to be angry, because I held back a lot of things from you. But that doesn’t mean I don’t miss you or love you.” He carefully put out a palm facing up, allowing you to make a choice. You slowly put your hand over his.

“For real?” you whispered so quietly, he had to strain his ears to hear you.

“For real. Since when have I lied to you?”

‘Not once.’ you numbly thought.

Who knew a man could be so delicate. He held your hand lightly, not daring to squeeze it. Just a sign of openness and faith. He lowered his head towards you, eyes hooded.

You shivered as his lips brushed against the back of your hand. Soft, warm and plush. Like the first time he kissed you on the cheek. Shaky yet loving.

"Get some rest then, good night." You left the room.

He wondered if you still loved him now. Gone were the nights you soundly slept in his arms. He could barely pull himself together as he readied himself for dinner and bed.

Back in your room, you sobbed into your pillow. It hurts so much, because your faith in Noritoshi isn’t what it used to be. You wish for yourself to trust him like you did before. It’s frustrating.

There are times you wish you never heard that conversation. But that means staying ignorant to his familial affairs which won't do you any good in the long run.

Love is painful. Love feels like you've filled your lungs with water and you can't breathe. Sometimes it's like that icy inhale of the cold morning air on the winter solstice.

But it also keeps you going. The warmth of being in Noritoshi's arms earlier was more than enough to convince you to stay.

Blood Bound: Table of Contents

#kamo noritoshi x reader #blood bound #blackened bond #red strings of fate #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #jjk x oc #jjk fanfic #kamo noritoshi x you #kamo noritoshi #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jjk imagines #noritoshi angst #noritoshi fluff

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impagines · 3 years

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Falling for you!

(Childe x Reader one shot)

Content Warning: blood mention, concussion, mild violence typical to genshin.

Summary: You asked the traveler‘a team to escort you through some of the more dangerous part of Liyue. Of course, things don’t go according to plan. But at least Childe is there to soften the blow!

Childe and you are out with the traveler’s exploration team. As an archaeologist, you may not be a fighter but you’re still curious and adventurous. Thus, leading you to being escorted by everyone.

Childe played up his role as escort, going as far to say that he was “your knight in shining armor” for the afternoon much to your chagrin. He even takes your hand and hovers his face over it while over-exaggerating some kissy noises.

Everything was supposed to be fine. Until, of course, it wasn’t. Somehow, the Traveler and Childe always seem to be attracting trouble to themselves. This time the trouble came in the form of three abyss mages; one hydro abyss mage, one pyro abyss mage, and one cyro abyss mage.

Your group was now stuck in a cavern, trapped in by the trio of misfits. You were standing behind everyone, at the edge of a harsh cliff side leading into a deep, dark ravine below, trying your best to not get in the way of the group. However, this doesn’t prove to be useful in the face of enemies that can teleport straight towards you.

A cryo abyss mage appears in front of you and cackles at your fear. With a yelp, you barely dodge a stray icicle it unleashes, stepping backwards in the process. You stumble, and look behind you to see there’s little to no space between you and the cliffedge. One step forward means getting caught up in the abyss mage, and one step back means falling straight off, there’s no way you’re getting out of this without being hurt.

A little more luckily, Childe had seen your distress and immediately sprinted towards you and the abyss mage. Even if the element matchup was horrendous, he was still determined to keep you safe. A quick shot of hydro from Childe is enough to get the abyss mage’s attention. But it’s not enough to draw it from its position, where it starts to dance and chant. Your eyes widen at the barrage of icicles that are about to rain down upon you. You close your eyes tight, wishing that at least it’d be a quick death.

Childe is at your side in an instant, holding onto your waist, pushing your head into his chest and… leaping down the ravine?

You let out a scream of pure terror, trusting a fatui with your life had to be the worst mistake you’d ever made!

Except for the fact you weren’t exactly plummeting, instead you seem to be making a slower descent than you initially thought. You peek up from Childe’s chest, where you not-so-discreetly were curling up, to see that his glider had been pulled out and a cheeky grin was plastered onto his face.

“Scared?” Childe teases. “I promised I’d protect you already, and I can’t just back out of a promise.” He readjusts you in his arms, which is a lot more horrifying when you’re midair and the only thing you can latch onto is him. “Hold still, this is gonna be a rough landing.”

You brace yourself for impact, your jaw still managing to find a way to knock into a rock and reverberate the pain through your skull. Although you have a minor migraine, your fall has been mostly cushioned by Childe, who groans in pain below you. Despite his masochistic tendencies, it doesn’t look like he’s enjoying himself.

Quickly, you scamper off of his body and check him over. You pull his hair back with your hand, looking on in horror as you spread blood through it like it’s a gel. You wipe the blood off your hand and onto his uniform.

“Oh my archons, Childe are you alright?” Putting the slightly-bloody hand to his cold cheek as you inspect his face for any injury, he half-heartedly laughs at the concern.

“Aw, you don’t have to worry about a guy like me,” He pats the hand on his face. “I’m tough as nails. “

“That doesn’t mean anything, where does it hurt?” You continue to nag slightly, and he takes a moment to process the question before answering.

“It’s blurry,” he starts. “My head hurts, ears are ringing.” He gives another pat to your hand. “But I’m all good.”

“I think,” You squint at him, carefully looking into his eyes, and watch as his pupils dilate further. “You may be concussed.”

“Am not.” He slurs unconvincingly.

“Follow my finger with your eyes.” You hold up a finger, waiting for Childe’s eyes to latch onto the digit, and slowly move it from left to right. His eyes lag behind and he squints at the air dubiously.

“I’m no doctor but I think, at the very least, something is not right here.” You sigh and settle for unbuttoning his coat. Childe lazily pushes at your hands.

“Woah, woah, isn’t this a bit fast?” He wiggles his eyebrows, or at least tries to. It still gets a reaction out of you in the form of a flushed face and a scowl.

“You’re freezing, Childe. Or do you not remember the Hydro and Cryo Mages?” You bat his hand away and with shaky hands you unbutton the rest of the coat. Once you push the offending piece of cloth off of his shoulders, a shiver racks through him once exposed to the cool air. A droplet of water rolls down from his neck, going down the middle of his chest and into the crevices of his muscles before you catch it with your hand and wipe it away. His abs tense up for a moment before he relaxes, but he’s still shivering.

“Here, put your arms out so I can put you into this.” You request while taking off your own coat.

“Don’t need that,” Childe insists. “Won’t fit.”

“It’s oversized on me anyways, and you need it more. Just stop complaining already and let me help you.” You insist.

It’s a struggle to pull Childe’s arm through before he gives in. Once he’s in the overcoat, he seems much warmer once you button it up. On you it swamps your shape, but on him it’s a better fit, and he seems comfortable in it, albeit grumpy.

“Better?” You ask with genuine concern, eyeing up the apparent red spotting in his hair.

“‘M a bit cold, maybe a kiss will warm me up!” He makes an annoyingly exaggerated smooching sound as he looks up at you with mirth.

Your tongue swipes at your bottom lip and a copper taste fills your mouth. Your lip is totally busted from the whole ordeal.

“Sorry, I can’t do that. My lips are-.” You manage to catch yourself a little late, and your face heats up. Obviously Childe was kidding with you, even if it was a lot slower of a quip, but that was just due to the nature of a concussion!

Childe straight up giggles, it’s giddy and childish and you briefly wonder if this was a sound his family heard a lot growing up. “Your face, you should see the look on it,” Childe’s hand comes up to your cheek this time, and you know he can feel the heat because your face feels uncomfortably warm in this frigid cave. “Ah, my own personal fireplace.”

You have half the mind to scold him, but you figure it’s not worth the energy and you just slump against him carefully. Your arms come around Childe’s form and you hear his breath hitch in your ear.

“Is this warmer?” You ask quietly, but you know he caught it because you’re right next to his ear that is slowly turning red.

“Yeah.” He chokes out. Dare you say it, he seems nervous when he wraps his own arms around you and returns the embrace. You smile into his neck.

“Thank you for saving me. The others will certainly come looking for us. So we can stay like this for a while, yeah?”

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↳ Summary: Your life is in monotonous tones of grey, day in, day out. Nothing matters besides your sister, the only thing you remember is seeing fireworks before waking up to Tokyo abandoned . Soon enough you are properly introduced to the deadly Borderlands where you must fight for your life in Games to survive. When things can’t possibly get worse soon division arises and rivalries are made. No matter what though, you are constantly plagued by a blonde who, no matter how hard you try, just can’t seem to go too far without.

↳ Pairing: Chishiya/Reader

↳ Genre: Angst, smut, thriller

Word Count: 9.5k

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Trigger Warning: ⚠️ much like the manga/Netflix adaptation this will be a dark fic which includes mentions of prostitution, attempted murder, child ab*se, sexual harassment, heavy grief and attempted suic*de among other things. Additional warnings will be added for chapters when triggers are brought up. Please read with caution if these are triggers for you or just skip all together!

3rd Day Sojourn

“Looks like we got a smartass here don’t we?”

You felt torn on whether to intervene or not. Chishiya, was by no means a hero or a prince charming. You didn’t need to know him to know he was going to be the last person to save you out of good will. Not like you needed saving regardless but you couldn’t help but wonder what his motive was.

Chishiya still had that cold smirk on his face, as if extremely amused at the furious Niragi you had held him up by the jacket, even face to face he not once had a change in expression, as if he just genuinely didn’t care about whatever Niragi felt.

“Probably because I am smarter than you.” Chishiya lifted his chin a little a devious icy smile on his lips like he was getting a rise out of the way Niragi simmered and growled at him, his hands tightening around his jacket and you were briefly worried if Chishiya didn’t shut up that he was going to be beat into a pulp. No matter how smart he was, he couldn’t outwit his way from getting throat punched. Although...you wouldn’t deny a secret part of you would find that mildly funny. You also wanted to throat punch him on certain occasions.

“I believe that’s enough Niragi.” Everyone paused at the sight of someone new arriving, Ryu had gotten out of the pool to stand next to you and Hiroko as he whispered, “That’s number three, Kuzuryuu. He often keeps everyone in their place when Hatter isn’t around.”

Niragi stuck his tongue as he began to cackle, letting go of Chishiya. Breathing in relief you relaxed a little as everyone did the same. Just within a split second though you could hardly comprehend the sight of Niragi immediately decking Chishiya right across the jaw who was knocked off balance. People were already intervening as you stood there gaping. You didn’t think Niragi would actually punch him.

You had thought Chishiya’s expression would’ve changed but much to your disbelief it was as if he was even more settled into his resolve, grabbing his jaw as a viscous smile appeared on his lips, spitting out blood as he goaded, “So you agree then? Anyone with half a brain would be able to reply instead of resort to violence.”

Did this man really wanna die on his first day in the Beach?

Niragi was pulled away and back to his group with steam practically pouring out of his ears, attempting to get back to Chishiya before he was yanked back by perhaps the most physically intimidating man you had ever seen, “That’s number 2, Agni, the leader of the militant sect.” Hiroko clarified to you but it fell on deaf ears as you hurried over to Chishiya, now feeling immensely bad that regardless of his intentions he was hurt for what? Gloating? Was his ego truly that big, “God are you insane!?” You cried out in a whisper kneeling down, your maternal instincts on overdrive as you grabbed his face immediately checking for any bruising.

Chishiya almost like a cat that didn’t want to be touched pulled away from your grip unappreciative, “I don’t like annoying or stupid people.” He replied immediately, his eyes leering ungratefully, “And he was ruining a perfectly good day for me. If you think I’d care for someone like you then you’re more delusional then you look. Besides it’s just blood, it’ll go stop.”

Ouch.

You rolled your eyes at him deciding to not take his words to heart though a tiny part of you wondered if he only said that due to the conversation you both had last night. Or maybe he just really didn’t care. Regardless it didn’t matter, “He had a fucking rifle!” You whispered angrily, “I get it, we aren’t best friends but I don’t wanna see you get shot you asshole.”

“We aren’t friends at all,” Chishiya replied coolly, his eyes analytical and calculating, his gaze like ice that glared you down as if you were his new target for a reason unknown, “We aren’t even acquaintances. We’re just strangers and I’d prefer to keep it that way. I don’t need your concern or care, so stay out of my way.”

You felt thoroughly indignant at his words as you clenched your jaw, “You know what? I doubt you’ve ever had anyone care for you and I can see why. I hope he hits you harder next time you jerk.” This man drove you utterly insane! And you couldn’t even understand why. Chishiya was so cold and for no reason…!

Walking back to your pool chair you snatched your shorts, “Y/n…! Y/n! Are you okay!?” Nanami hurried to your side, you had forgotten all about your sister being in full range of the horror show she had just finished watching between you and Niragi. Probably too scared to try and intervene and you didn’t blame her. Had it been anyone else besides your sister in your shoes you would’ve kept to yourself as well.

“I’m fine, I’d say you should check on Chishiya but apparently he doesn’t need anybody!” You flailed your arms before plopping down on the seat still mad, “What a…! A…! Pathetic, bitter way to live! He’s so conceited!” You curled your fists as you pulled your shorts up before buttoning them as you grabbed your sheer cover up jacket.

Nanami frowned as she grabbed her hands, “Well…” You whipped around in anger, silently staring at her, just daring her to try and come up with some excuse for this guy. Nanami, was a soft hearted person, she never wanted to judge a book by it’s cover and always gave the benefit of the doubt. You admired that about her, but you sometimes wished she was a bit more….realistic with people, “I’m sure he’ll come around.” She decided to not pursue her original words as she offered a weak smile.

“You can deal with that if you want, but I’m done with him. Anytime I try to be relatively nice, I just get spit in the face.” Huffing you crossed your arms, “I’m going on a walk.” And true to your words you did, you needed to be by yourself for a while to clear your head after what had all transpired just minutes ago.

“Originally I helped run a ranch but I wanted to see all the sights so I moved out of my pops and came here to the city!” The music was loud in here and so many people were dancing, makeshift stripper poles had been made and honestly. You understood the Beach was supposed to be an escape, but that didn’t make it a bit of a pathetic sight to see people attempting to swing around and accidentally break it. Multiple times.

You were currently sat at the table with Akari, Hiroko and Ryu everyone having a fairly good time and the longer you talked to Hiroko the less intimidating she became, “I don’t really remember much to be honest,” Akari scratched her head as she hummed, “Just that after I finished putting groceries up I saw fireworks out of my window.”

You straightened up in curiosity, you had seen the same thing! “Yeah we all did,” You slumped at Ryu’s words as he frowned, “Nobody can remember anything after seeing them except waking up here in the Borderlands.”

“What were you guys before this…?” You asked, not wanting to linger for long on just where you were, in a city that was a replica of Tokyo with only a handful of what? A hundred people, maybe a little more? You didn’t have the mindset right now to even try and grasp what was going on or what had happened.

“I was a lawyer,” Hiroko answered first, her expression clearly proud and you’d imagine why, this meant she was older than you! “I did quite a bit of traveling around and dabbled in attorney work for awhile...That’s what my dad wanted me to go in as,” She rolled her eyes, “But I found I’m better at building a case.”

Somehow...you weren’t surprised, you smiled regardless wrapping your arms around yourself, the more you talked to them the more comfortable you began to feel, “One morning I was late to getting to the courthouse and this idiot ended up spilling coffee on me,” Hiroko’s words may have been harsh but she looked Ryu with the softest expression you had ever seen her wear.

Obvious fondness in her eyes, “It was by chance he did that I like to think it was by fate I ended up meeting him again except he was behind the counter at the coffeeshop I always went too.”

Ryu’s cheeks dusted pink as he gave an awkward smile, “I worked evening shifts but got switched over to mornings, best decision I ever made! I’m currently in my last year of college for being an art curator!”

“A cure what now?” Akari cocked her head to the side and for some reason the three of you busted out laughing at her as she parted her lips, “Hey don’t laugh! I’m being serious! Is that some kind of professional coffee maker?”

You closed your eyes giggling as you shook your head, “What about you Y/n? What were you before all of this?” You paused for a second at Hiroko’s question as the table quieted down, suddenly your memory swiped back to the night of the fireworks. What happened at work, how you were supposed to go to class the next day. How your night ended early.

“Ah…” You rubbed the back of your neck as you sheepishly smiled, unsure of where to even begin. It wasn’t that...you were ashamed of your work you just- felt often misunderstood by people. Anytime you said you were a sex worker you either recieved wild looks and suddenly you were treated lowly or people- men in particular would begin to send you uncomfortable innuendo’s.

“Ah…! Y/n!” You straightened up at the muffled screech that sounded like your sister as your eyes shot around the room only to find Nanami fumbling towards you with a whine, suddenly hiding behind you as you frowned standing up, “Good! Good! I’m glad you’re here!” She chuckled nervously as your expression contorted.

“Where is that bitch!?”

Oh...why did this seem vaguely familiar, “What did you do?” You hissed as you turned to Nanami as she rubbed her neck sheepishly only for you to whirl back around again at the sight of a raging woman, the most notable feature her breasts nearly spilling from her loose bikini top as she pointed an accusing finger at your sister, “Why don’t you stop being a slut trying to get with MY boyfriend and take it up with me!”

“Nanami!” You hissed as she cowered behind you, her lips tugging into a pout as she poked both her pointer fingers together with a frown. You had an obligation as a big sister to at least try to defend her before feeding her to the wolves, “Maybe you should give that energy to your boyfriend...Wasn’t he the one supposed to stay loyal?” You raised your brows as you spoke.

You shrieked as you ducked down, a beer bottle flying above you as the girl raged on.

“That’s Kokona, resident miss possessive.” Hiroko leaned back in her seat as she sipped her drink, obviously this wasn’t too odd of a sight as she shrugged, “You might wanna run.”

You brows raised at her words only to see Kokona gathering three other men around as Hiroko snorted, “She’s got a whole pack of guys willing to do her bidding.”

“Y/n…!” Nanami whined, grabbing your arm as you watched the three men approach, you looked between Nanami and them as your lips parted in a half sincere apology.

“...Sorry Nami that's what happens when you try to sleep with someone's boyfriend!” You shoved past her as you heard her yelling at you as she split off on the other side of the room. People did nothing to effort to try and move out of your way as you shoved between them, ducking down as weaved through the crowd in hopes of attempting to lose them, you really didn’t want this to become a reputation for you and your sister.

Diving into a booth seat you felt the stares of two men as you offered an awkward smile, “Don’t mind me, I’m just trying to not get killed…” You offered a quirked smile as you grabbed the long island tea off the table, tipping it towards them as they all bubbled out cheers as you took a long sip, your eyes carefully watching over the crowd as you spot the one guy that must’ve been sent after you.

After all you weren’t the one that Kokona wanted to kill, it was a pretty common occurrence you had experienced except...at least the woman before wasn't psychotic enough to actually try to kill you. You supposed the Borderlands were different. Very different.

“Hey you should totally hang with us! We got your back babe.” You looked up at the dorky grin of the man you had sat next to your lying figure, which you were trying to use the table as coverage, “No extra cost needed beside a good laugh!”

You offered a weak smile, “I’m Y/n!” You introduced, endeared at the oddly innocent smile on his face as you awkwardly shifted, “My sister tried to sleep with someone's boyfriend and I somehow got dragged into it.”

“Kokona’s a mean one,” The guy across the table hiccuped as he lifted his glass, “I’d stay away from her if I were.” You lifted up onto your elbows as you glanced up at him, his eyes heavily dilated before you realized he had obviously been as high as a kite and drinking...No wonder they looked so out of it.

Watching the three men rally back together you quickly pressed back against the seats as you closed your eyes, “Yeah, I can tell...Is she like this with everyone....?” You grabbed the glass once more for another sip, needing something to take the edge off of this whole day. If your sister wasn’t so horny you wouldn’t be in this position right now!

“Nah, mainly girls.” The one beside you waved a hand, “She’s pretty cool otherwise, a little ruthless though. She gloats about her speciality being hearts a lot so she thinks it makes her automatically superior since most of us are spades or clubs players.”

Sitting up a little you tilted your head in confusion, holding the drink you now claimed as yours as you drank it once more, “Specialty? Are venues specified towards…? What? A certain type of suit?”

“No! No! Nothing like that, specialty just means what you naturally have a knack for! All games are still random at each venue,” The guy beside you sloshed his drink, obviously semi drunk himself as he explained, “That's why Hatter sends a team of four or three where each person has a specialty in each suit- except there isn’t a lot of hearts player, because we haven’t really encountered any…”

Jiggling your drink you looked down at the ice that was slowly melting as you hummed, “Okay that makes sense.” You nodded remembering Hatter mentioning this was well, it would only be natural that the longer you survived you’d have a preference for a suit.

“Hey aren’t you new?” The guy across the table pointed a sluggish finger at you, “Shouldn’t you be a little more...freaked out…?”

You offered a weak smile as you glanced away, “Oftentimes in traumatic situations hysteria doesn’t always hit first, it’s likely that my psyche is still in shock and hasn’t fully processed what I’ve seen the past day…” The guy across the table squinted his eyes as he nodded with his lips parted as if in awe at your words, “It’s a mental thing,” You waved at your head, “To try and keep the psychological state of my mind in one piece.”

You wouldn’t deny, there was a certain part of you that felt numb to everything and a smaller part of yourself wondered how you could intake all this information without going hysterical. But...the way you saw it was if this was your reality now, there was nothing you could do to change it. It was better you just got as much information as you could and try your best to adapt if you were going to live on.

Glancing out over the crowd you noticed the men had disappeared once again as you offered both the guys a smile, “Thanks for letting me stay! But I’d better get going.” You gave a small nod, getting up as you held the glass, looking down at it as you frowned...You really hoped this wasn’t laced with anything or else it was going to be a very long night.

Pushing through the crowd you couldn’t find Nanami anywhere but you did spot the girl you had sent three guys after you both like a fucking dog. Squeezing the glass you took a long drink as you approached her, “Kokona,” You called out with a smile as you waved, her eyes sharp as she immediately glared you down, “Listen…” You approached her with an easy smile, “I’m not here to make enemies, my sister is young and she probably didn’t realize it was your boyfriend…But like I said, you don’t really want a guy like that around…”

“Listen here you walmart knock off barbie,” Kokona pointed a sharp nail at you making your lips part a little in surprise at just how aggressive she was, “I don’t give a fuck. I don’t have the time or patience, here of all places. I’m sure you understand right?” She offered a gritty smile, “So tell that bitchy little sister of yours to stay out of my sight if she doesn’t want her hair ripped out.”

Pressing your tongue to your cheek you looked away for a second before down at your drink...Well, she asked for it.

You without a second thought held the drink up before splashing it all over her, “Say what you want about me I don’t give a fuck,” You stepped closer to her as you offered a gritty smile of your own, “But don’t ever say anything about my sister. I’m sure I’ll see you later.” You waved a hand as you turned around, walking back to the table where Akari, Ryu and Hiroko looked like they were all preparing to duck for cover at the show Kokona had put on for them unknowingly.

Setting the glass down at the table you collapsed in your chair as you whined, “Why are women so unfriendly here!?”

Hiroko snorted as she shrugged, obviously not bugged like you were about it, “In this world it’s either kill or be killed, a lot of people don’t have time for niceties anymore. You’ll get used to it. Besides, Kokona is just a bitch to everyone. Don’t take it so personal.” She shrugged, “While you and Nanami were getting chased down we were talking…”

You frowned as you looked up at all three of them as Akari smacked the table, “We should all go out for a game tonight! I know! I know, counterproductive especially with our visa’s stocked for the next few days but I think it’d be fun!”

“Fun!?” The three of them paused as you sat up in your seat, looking at them all like they were insane because they obviously had to be, “Fun!?” You repeated again with even more emphasis, “Guys…! You- you could die!”

“We could die just trying to breath here,” Hiroko scoffed as she shrugged, nonpulsed at your reaction as she picked her nails, ‘Besides you don’t have to go, I get it. We were all like this when we were new too. But I figured we’d make a good team logically. My speciality is diamond, Ryu’s is clubs and we just found out Akari is spades. And we have you, our wild card to figure out what you’re good at. It’s unlikely we’d die. By statistics at least.”

You rubbed your neck, feeling a little more at ease with Hiroko’s rationality as you mumbled, “Well what about Nanami…?” Your eyes washed over the crowd, finally spotting your sister against the wall sipping something trying to act like there weren't three guys after her.

“I doubt you’d want her to go?” Hiroko raised her brows, “Besides she still has three days left on her visa, she’ll be fine. Again, I’m not gonna pressure you into going, if all you’re gonna do is panic you probably will get lynched.”

Her words made you puff your chest a little as you looked back to Nanami before back to the table, well...if they all had a strong suit then why not? “Alright, I’m in!” Who knows when you’d get the opportunity again to get more days on your visa in a considerably safe group.

“I get it you’re like a walking model but seriously?” Hiroko leaned against the bathroom wall as she sighed picking at her nails, “You weren’t even in a full bikini.”

“This has nothing to do with vanity and everything to do with comfort!” You called back, pulling up the loose sweatpants, “I’m not going to possibly go into a game that makes me run while wearing swimwear, I don’t hate myself that much!” You pulled the loose t-shirt over your head before pulling out the maroon jacket as you walked out, stuffing your swim attire in the bag. You had been at the venue for the past five minutes now, having not crossed the threshold but you still have time before it closed.

“How many people have showed up?” You asked as you stood next to Hiroko who dropped her hand as she looked at you rolling her eyes as she sighed, standing up as you both walked to where Akari and Ryu were discussing the possibilities of what the game would be tonight.

“Eh, like four? Maybe? I think that guy you know is in there.” Hiroko shrugged casually, “Looks like a good setup for a spades game, they typically have a bigger group number.”

“What?” Your brows furrowed, what guy? Your mind drew a blank briefly as Ryu stretched out with a nod.

“Well if we’re all ready to go then let's head inside it’s almost six.” Ryu nodded once more as everyone followed behind him, you tossed your bag against the wall, it’s not like you had to be worried about anyone stealing in this climate. Your heartbeat picked up as you crossed the threshold.

Noticing indeed four other people here before your lips parted and your face screwed into irritation, “Really!?” You muttered under your breath, immediately turning away from the familiar white hood as you stubbornly crossed your arms, “Hiroko why didn’t you say it was him!?” You hissed a whisper to her.

Hiroko looked between you and Chishiya who was on his phone, earbuds in and ignoring the outside world before she tried to hold a laugh, “Did you two fuck or something?” You immediately flailed at her words making both her and Akari start laughing at both your misery and anger as you glared at her in unappreciation.

“You think i’d fuck someone like him!?” You hissed out, “No, he's a total jerk! I…! Why can’t I go anywhere without him showing up!” You groaned as you crossed your arms, “Whatever, maybe he’ll get his guts ripped out tonight.”

“Ouch, that’s a little harsh.” Ryu frowned, innocent as ever as he held his hands together, before offering a cute smile, “I’m sure he’ll come around, we’re all a part of the beach after all.” You sourly crossed your arms as you looked at the clock, striking six just in time for you to get tonight started with whatever death trap awaited.”

Somehow, you doubt Chishiya held any loyalty to any of you at all just because you all slept in the same hotel…

The TV on the wall lit up as everyone's attention turned to it, obviously nobody was new here tonight as no one spoke to each other.

Game

Difficulty: 3♡

“A heart's game?” Ryu mumbled, his brows furrowed as he looked between you all as you gave a little shrug, your face twisted in concern as you wrapped your arms around yourself, “Well at least it’s a low difficulty! I’m sure it won’t be too hard to solve!”

“The game you will be participating in is Blind Man's Bluff. Everyone will be required to wear a blindfold for one minute where the tagger will pass their tag off,” The screen depicted a faceless man passing quite literally a name tag off to one sitting down “Tags pertain to who is a player and who is the tagger. You will have twenty minutes to complete the game. It’s a Game ‘Clear’ if the tagger is discovered before the end of the last round, it’s a Game Over for the players if the tagger remains undiscovered.”

Rules:

After each tagging sequence players will remain seated to take off their blindfold and find out if they have been selected as the tagger.

Blindfolds must be worn and kept on for the whole minute during the tagging sequence or it’s a Game Over.

Violence against other players is strictly prohibited and will result in a Game Over.

Players must remain seated for the whole time period of the tagging sequence or it’s a Game Over.

Game Clear conditions: If the players find out who the tagger is before the time runs out or it’s a Game Over for all players.

Tension had risen in the air a little as you felt your throat become dry, everyone immediately looked at each other somewhat suspiciously as the doors opened to the school gym, it was dark and empty outside of eleven chairs lined in a circle, all backs facing each other.

“It could be worse.” Hiroko whispered to you as everyone grabbed a blindfold off the table that stood off in the distance, “As long as we just keep passing the tagger off to someone else we should be fine.”

“Unless one of us gets picked by the end?” You quirked a brow as you rubbed the back of your neck, chances of that happening was one in ten but still, “I don’t like those odds Hiroko.”

Hiroko only snorted as you both walked up, grabbing a blindfold as your eyes darted to the tags that laid out. Your brows furrowed at the stuffed bear with a blindfold on, his name tag ‘Rikku’ that took up his whole stomach, grabbing a tag as you turned back to face Hiroko.

“All we have to do is get a confession out of the tagger, it can’t be that hard.” Hiroko shrugged as she grabbed her blindfold as you puffed a breath of air, you hadn’t known her for long and despite knowing she was a lawyer before all of this...it was just still hard to imagine unless she was pressuring. Not exactly your method of going about stuff like this.

Walking to a chair towards the left side of the room you sat down, crossing your legs as you looked up at the two clocks, one at twenty minutes that began ticking away and another holding at one minute.

Looking towards your left your gaze immediately snapped back forward as your lips curled a little at the insufferable sight of blonde hair who made no effort to try and speak to you.

Was he just sitting here purposely to annoy you? Because if you got tagger you would most definitely put it on him next.

“The one minute for the tagging sequence getting ready to begin, blindfolds on.”

Putting on your blindfold you tied it in a loose knot as you relaxed back into your chair, not being the tagger was perhaps the boring part of this game, the whole minute passed by and you briefly felt something press against your blindfold before it left.

“Blinds off. Ten second cool down starts now.” Taking off your blindfold you flipped it over only to find the tag player stuck on it, attached magnetically as you pulled it off, proceeding to wait the ten seconds before the scoreboard went off and everyone stood up.

“Maybe we should start easy and just show who has a name tag?” Ryu coughed a little as he scuffed his shoe against the ground, rubbing his neck as he frowned, everyone, as if it was possible, became all the more tense.

You looked around at all the blindfolds that were being held, “I don’t think that will work, we've most likely all been provided a nametag, the only odd man out is the one with tagger. But they’ve most likely hidden it. All we can do is just take a guess of who it could be.”

Nobody spoke for a moment making Hiroko heave a sigh as she cracked her neck, “Alright I’ll do it, I’m used to this in court. What about you!” She suddenly pointed to a shorter girl who had been fiddling with her skirt, suddenly jumping at the accusation.

“What!? I’m- I’m not the tagger!” She squeaked out, nervousness suddenly on her expression and many of the wolves of the group were definitely preying on her right now as Hiroko puffed a breath crossing her arms.

“Then why do you look so nervous?” She raised an accusing brow, making you shift in your spot, crossing your arms, you couldn’t agree with Hiroko’s approach to this that was just stoking fire to an already stressful atmosphere where everyone was quickly beginning to pin the blame on each other.

You could only stand there and watch as everyone began to argue as you pinched the bridge of your nose, “We’re never gonna get anything solved if we go about it like this.” You muttered to yourself as you sighed.

“If you’re that confident in doing better then you should assert yourself more.”

You turned to Chishiya who was also standing not quite close enough for you to say he was next to you, but close enough. Your eyes squinted into a glare as you spoke, “Right and how do I know you’re not the tagger?”

“Because I would’ve tagged you next if I was.” Chishiya shrugged casually making you clench your fists as you let out a noise of irritation, you hated that…! Annoying smirk of his! Despite not knowing him for long you could get the idea he obviously got off on annoying you and it only fueled your irritation that much more.

“The feelings are mutual, stranger.” You hissed as you crossed your arms, “And I’ll have you know I am not going to insert myself into...that!” You waved your hand at the sight of two of the men now shouting at each other, the taller one immediately grabbing the other by the shirt, “Because at that point you’ll just be accused with any sort of logic.”

You puffed a breath as you wrapped your jacket around yourself, “And besides, this chaos is a great scapegoat for the real tagger to just sit back and watch everyone pick each other off-” You paused as you turned to Chishiya as you silently berated yourself, why were you even rambling to this guy!? He was a total jerk and you were not about to let go of this morning where you were only trying to help, “Why are you even talking to me? Didn’t you want us to...what? Stay strangers?”

“I’m...not talking to you?” He raised his brows, his lips quirking into an infuriating half smile as if he had a point making your lips pucker together and your jaw clench in effort to try and keep your obvious anger to a minimum, “It’s not my fault you won’t shut up.” He had the audacity to shrug.

You couldn’t help but stomp your foot as you glared at him, “You know what!? I get the feeling if you didn’t care you would’ve gone and sulked in the corner the whole game. In fact, I bet you like listening to me ramble. After all the whole day and a half I’ve known you that's all you do other than instigate unnecessary fights!”

Chishiya’s gaze narrowed a little and you watched his body coil a little away from you at your words, “In what world would you think I care to listen to you?” His lips twitched into cruel smirk as he spoke, “Besides your irrational anger and blabbering, you don’t have an ounce of sense or logic in your body. You're probably best suited for hearts because all you do is spill emotion.”

“That is not what hearts are about!” You retaliated as you threw your hands even more frustrated, “Why are you so defensive the moment I say anything in relation to you possibly not being some emotionless humanoid!? I get it,” You flailed your arms as you spoke louder, “I was a total dick for comparing you to a sociopath! Okay? I can admit that, and usually I can understand where people are coming from but- but you!? I genuinely don’t get you! At all! One moment you wanna pretend like everything's cool between us and then the next you wanna act like a total asshole! And that’s not cool!”

Chishiya had looked away from you heaving a loud sigh making you stomp your foot again, here you were exerting all of your emotion into him and he really…!

Your fists curling only to realize just how silent it was...you turned to look at the crowd of people who all had stopped fighting and...Oh...you felt your face become hot as you wrapped your arms around yourself in embarrassment...Were you really that loud…

“If you and your boyfriend are done arguing we have more important things to solve!” A man pointed a finger at you with a hiss making you curl away, your ears burning at his words as you snapped back, “He is not my boyfriend! Besides you aren’t getting anything done just yelling at each other,” You turned away from Chishiya now unable to even look him in the eyes at the moment, “The real question is who has been silent up until now? The tagger would obviously sit back and watch because why would they insert themselves when you’re doing a great job at killing time.”

“The one minute for the tagging sequence getting ready to begin, blindfolds on.”

Clenching your jaw you sat in your chair as everyone proceeded to do the same, it was now silent as you put on your blindfold, now angry and not even at the game. You wasted your whole time, not even arguing with Chishiya which somehow made you feel even more angry.

It was like talking to a wall.

Crossing your legs you curled up against yourself, mad just...Why were you even mad? You shouldn’t be letting someone like this get under your skin. You briefly wondered why it bothered you so much. Come to think of it, you supposed it was for the exact reason you said.

Chishiya, puzzled you to no end and you had never experienced that with someone, ever. You couldn’t figure out what he was thinking nor find an understanding as to why he was so back and forth with you. Maybe it was your misinterpretation? But...You shook your head a little despite your gaze darkened from the blindfold, it wasn’t that.

It was obvious, for whatever reason, he was holding himself back, From what? You didn’t know, but for now…

“Blinds off. Ten second cool down starts now.”

Pulling off your blindfold you looked at it, the same tag remaining of Player on it. You needed to focus on finding out who the tagger was, really this was like a game of hot potato, chances of the tagger getting killed was just as high as all the players dying, and who would want to take that chance?

Maybe some, you stood up after the scoreboard went off and the original clock resumed as you turned around facing everyone to judge their reactions, Hiroko and Ryu were the same and so was Akari to your knowledge. Your eyes briefly flickered to Chishiya who had remained seated, his hands in his pockets, he also...You doubted yourself briefly, you couldn’t rule him out.

“Who here wasn’t talking last round?” You asked, looking around at everyone, who obviously everyone immediately began speaking much to your frustration, you couldn’t expect someone to answer honestly which only meant...Puffing a breath, “Alright, how about this, let’s all trace a conversation with one person we talked too last round.”

...You’d just have to manipulate the tagger into confessing

First you’d need to trace who was absolutely not the tagger and narrow it from there, “I’ll go first as an example since everyone seemed to hear last round,” You looked away briefly, a somewhat awkward smile on your lips, “I was talking to Chishiya about why he’s such an asshole. You don’t need his confirmation given everyone saw it, but typically you’d need someone to vouch for you in order to confirm you were talking. Now to those that didn’t talk, it doesn’t make them guilty, just more suspect.”

“Me and Ryu were talking to each other about who the possible tagger was.” Hiroko spoke up, pulling a hand around Ryu’s waist who looked a little flush as he nodded, semi shy as you nodded yourself. That answer wasn’t too surprising.

“Well I was talkin’ to this fine gentleman here about how I wasn’t the tagger.” Akari waved a hand to the guy beside her, who still leered but nodded in confirmation which cleared the both of them. You had hoped...this would keep civil, but as everyone went around, there was bound to be some who just genuinely didn’t remember because they were arguing with everyone, and those who were lying…

Which meant by this deduction things were narrowed down, for most people the chance of being found out you were the tagger is too stressful to be worth possibly being the only one to live in the end, thus handing it off, which meant there was...what? One in third chance each round the tagger was someone new? There were a few people you had to suspect that could have held the tagger without giving it up.

The guy towards the middle who was very strangely calm during all of this with very empty looking eyes, and then there was the other man more towards you left who had been calmly de-escalating the situation but you didn’t miss the undertones of manipulation. It was one in third chance they could be holding it. Which meant you’d need to make sure they weren’t.

Walking over you stood more near Hiroko and Ryu as you watched two guys begin arguing again, “Every time I think we’ve made progress, it always ends up getting disturbed.”

“Well that is the way of the world.” You kept a straight expression at the man who offered a smile that looked so unnatural to his empty eyes, you couldn’t help but feel a bit creeped out at how...insanely calm he was. You could get a sense of tension from at least Chishiya, granted it was most likely from you.

“I’m Y/n,” You introduced, “Sense we should all be working together I figured it’d be best we at least learn each other's names.” You offered a sweet smile as you wrapped your jacket around yourself in effort to try and look unsuspecting.

“I see how much anger you have inside you know? It’s quite obvious, from the way you lash out at others when you don’t get the response you want to the way you feel entitled to everyone's feelings, that’s not good for your health you know?” Your lips parted a little at his words, not even offended because...while he was right in some ways...he was very wrong in others, “But I understand your nature is tedious and complex, for all we not the same way?” Okay...this guy was definitely a psychopath, “I’m Sunato Banda, pleased to meet you.” He offered another smile.

Empty eyes, disturbingly calm demeanor, even with your lives on the line he wasn’t disturbed at all, it wasn’t that he didn’t care. He just wasn’t affected, at all, like this could be a walk in the park for him.

Psychopath, definitely.

You’d need to be careful if tagger got in his possession otherwise he’d lie straight through his teeth and he’d never blink twice about it and you and everyone else would be unsuspecting about it.

“Well, us humans are very complex,” You nodded offering yet another smile making effort to look almost starstruck at his very poor deduction skills, again, somewhat correct, otherwise wrong. Afterall, how could someone who feels no remorse, truly understand the complexity of human nature? “Do you by any chance know who the tagger would be?”

You’d need to make yourself look weak, pliable, if you were to get any use out of this guy, all he knew was how to do was take advantage of people, obviously, Banda offered a sly smile as he looked out over the room, his eyes washing over everyone, “Him,” He pointed a finger, “He keeps adjusting his coat as if he has something placed in there that’s uncomfortable.”

You followed his line of sight to what looked like a business man in a suit and bowler hat, he did in fact, look quite nervous, “And why not call him out?” You asked, tilting your head exaggerated as you brimmed with curiosity.

Banda turned to face you, a bright smile on his face as he closed his eyes, “Well I personally hope he’ll tag me next, I quite enjoy seeing a large build up in bodies.”

..Oh...oh wow…

You gave a small nod, forcing a smile as you held yourself before excusing yourself from him, well, at least it definitely wasn’t him for now. Otherwise you’d be in trouble right now. And now you had a prime suspect. Some could overthink that and argue that perhaps he was lying just to get you off his trail. But personally? There was no way it’d be him, he wouldn’t do something like that. You got the feeling Banda, was a simple man.

You turned to find the two guys from before who were tussling suddenly growl, one throwing a punch and before he could even fully hit the guy a deep red laser broke through the ceiling, you were frozen for a half a second at the sight of it shooting through the top of his head. Everyone was quiet as they looked down at the sight of a now dead body.

Right...that was a rule, violence was prohibited.

“The one minute for the tagging sequence getting ready to begin, blindfolds on.”

You scurried back to your seat, sitting down as you pulled up your blindfold, “It’s that guy wearing the dumb bowler hat.” Your head looked towards you left despite not being able to see, Chishiya’s voice was quiet as he spoke, “While you were busy wasting time, I watched the real tagger- that school girl place it in his back pocket.”

“The tagger can do that during the round?” You whispered back perplexed at the idea, how could you have missed that? Unless...she placed it right as you approached Banda? Thus him seeing the man realize he had been tagged and now nervously adjusting himself?

“There aren't any rules stating otherwise, makes it fair game.” Chishiya replied, he immediately quieted at the sound of footsteps tapping on the floor, they were definitely on your side of the ring. Your breath hitched a little at feeling something press against your forehead. Oh shit before the sound of footsteps walked away.

“We just need to watch for him next round.” Chishiya spoke once more as you leaned back in your seat, trying to find a reason for why you just felt what you did.

“Blinds off. Ten second cool down starts now. Final round will be next round”

You hurriedly took yours off as you flipped it over looking down at it,

Tagger

Motherfucker.

You quickly grabbed it off, at first trying to push it into your pocket only to realize they were fake. God you hated women’s clothing, your eyes shot to the clock that only had five seconds left, with nowhere to put it you shoved it down your bra as you collected yourself. Okay you...you could make this work.

But now you were presented with a plethora of options. You honestly didn’t think it would be passed off to you. But now...you...you could keep it...You stood up as the scoreboard went off, but...Everyone else would die. Or...you could confess and you’d die. These options were not great. Next round was the last round, so if you gave it up...you’d be reassuring someone’s victory.

You stood next to Chishiya as his eyes kept with the man from before with the bowler hat, “He might have gotten it passed back to him.” His eyes narrowed a little onto the guy.

Do you find a way to discreetly tell him? Or would that also count as a confession…? It wouldn’t be a confession if you made yourself suspect. But...you couldn’t honestly trust Chishiya, not after his unstable display of distrust in you.

“He could be,” You replied, leaning in a little as you watched him, he appeared relieved once more, he was the one freaked out about this after all...you felt a brief wave of guilt inside you at what your mind had suddenly come up with.

With Chishiya’s suspect still on the man, all you needed to do was plant it back on him and pressure a confession out of him next round.

You were very much going to hell after this.

“He was the one that started accusing last round too and made someone die,” You hummed as you stuffed your hands in your pocket, “That guy also thought it was him. He’s definitely good at reading people,” You thought back to the way he tried to read you, which was somewhat accurate, but people like you and him, you couldn’t always accurately read each other. Except you weren’t insane like him, “At this point we don’t have much to lose.”

You could see the cogs turning in Chishiya’s head as he stared menacingly at the man who looked at him and jolted a little at such an intense stare, “If I were the tagger by this point,” You were treading on very thin ice at the moment, “I’d keep it just for myself, instead passing it off. He’s gone this far without anyone really pressuring him. It’d be the smartest move by now.”

“Then we’ll settle on him.” Chishiya replied, his gaze cold as he glared down at the man who mindlessly fixed his tie, trying to look cool despite being intimidated, clearly. He had a weak mentality, if you couldn’t break him next round, Chishiya most definitely would.

“The one minute for the tagging sequence getting ready to begin, blindfolds on.”

You supposed he was good for something even when you couldn’t trust him.

Sitting down in your chair you put your blindfold on and waited a second before taking it back off, standing back up as you carefully stepped as quietly as you could, pulling the Tagger out of your bra before you walked over to the man who had just tagged you before pressing it against his blindfold, you watched his lips quiver as he let out a quiet, “Please…!”

Your expression went cold as you turned around, glancing at the clock before you walked away and sat back down in your chair, putting your blindfold back on as you waited for the announcer once more.

“Blinds off. Ten second cool down starts now. Final round.”

You took the blindfold off, looking down feeling content at the Player tag as you stood up along with Chishiya who’s eyes went between you and the man before he pushed his hands back into his pockets, “If you’re all done pointing fingers and wasting time,” His gaze became a little more cool as he spoke, “Then we should go ahead and show who the real tagger is.”

Both you and Chishiya glanced at the man who was now looking insanely nervous, sweat dripping down his neck and if this wasn’t life or death, you would’ve felt a little bad...Some parts of you still did, but it was either all of you or just him.

“He does look pretty nervous.” Hiroko narrowed her eyes on him and from this moment forward you knew it was game over for him, quite literally. With all three of you there was no way he’d survive, crossing your arms you lifted your chin a little, “Say, weren’t you the one who got really defensive when the finger got pointed at you last round?”

“I’m…!” He flailed a little, wiping his brow with his hand as he suddenly pointed an accusing finger at you, “It’s her you want! She’s a manipulative bitch!” You pressed your hand against your chest in fake hurt as you raised your brows, “She’s the one pitting everyone against me when she’s really the tagger. She’s going to leave you all to die.”

The majority of eyes fled to you as you shrugged, “Why would I do that when I could just give it to you?” You gave a wickedly sweet smile as you giggled a little, “And watch it all go down. I mean, you must be agreeing now?” You raised your brows as you goaded, “About being the tagger?”

“I…!” He struggled with his words, now glaring at you as you raised your brows once more as you shook your head, “I…! Now you’re just doing this on purpose! Trying to get into everyone's head and make everyone die! Can’t- can’t you see what she’s doing!” He cried out as he backed away from everyone.

“I dunno’ you seem pretty guilty to me.�� Akari shrugged as she poked her tongue into her cheek, not looking the least bit remorseful for the guy as she leaned her weight onto one side.

“I get it,” You shrugged as you laughed a little, “You’re probably that kinda guy who’s never really stood up for himself, you probably got bullied as a kid and let yourself get run over by people all the time, even now, and now in desperation you attempt to hold your own and yet...” You tilted your head with a frown as you mocked, “You still can’t do anything right. I guess that goes to show, that people like you just never have a spine. If you can’t assert yourself now with your life on the line, you might as well die now. Because let’s face it, people like you only end in two ways, either spineless pathetic existence or you become the abuser out of a sick need to regain what you lost as a kid.”

Reverse psychology, worked in the most simplistic ways.

That seemed to get him to snap, you watched his eyes dilate and pure unfurled rage cross his expression as he shrieked, “Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! You know nothing about my life! You know nothing about me! And because I’m the tagger I’ll get to watch all you pathetic people die! Who’s in control now!?”

It’s a shame he couldn’t take control of his life in any other circumstance.

Everyone paused and even he himself paused at the realization, his eyes welled with tears that made something deep in your heart lurch, your eyes squinting a little as your expression wilted a little as the red laser broke through the roof shooting him straight through the top of his head. His body crumpling to the ground.

‘Game Cleared’

Everyone was still for a moment before you looked down at the blindfold and then to your hands, the memory hazy yet the memory of red staining them still so clear as you felt ringing in your ears and your vision blur for a moment as you let the fabric slip through your fingers. Running a hand through your hair you wrapped your arms around your jacket as you walked past the body, briefly looking at the once timid man who obviously let others run his life.

“Sorry.” You whispered quietly as you stepped over the corpse, “Come on, let’s go. I don’t wanna stay around here.” You looked towards the other three who nodded, also looking semi apprehensive as well.

Now that the moment was over, the cruel reality was back to remind you that you just gaslit someone into admitting their own suicide. It was hard to not feel innately disgusted with yourself despite your reasoning that you and all of your friends would’ve died if you had. Still, what you did was okay. You were supposed to help people like him, not encourage them to snap.

If you didn’t feel conflicted before you certainly felt conflicted now, looking at the register you ignored the visa print as you grabbed the playing card off the table.

And as if mocking, this was only a three of hearts. You couldn’t imagine what higher level games looked like with this. You’d definitely need to be careful in the future, “Y/n! Come on, let’s go!” You looked behind at Hiroko nodding towards the exit.

“You guys go on, I’ll catch up later.” You looked down at the card again, Hiroko frowned at your figure, wanting to say something but she understood, the first few days of the Borderlands were never easy. With that, she left. Besides you needed to get changed before you headed for the beach again.

Walking out of the exit you grabbed your bag that was, just as you anticipated, still against the wall, leaning down you opened it up as you began digging through to try and find your bathing suit top. Stuffing the card inside you furrowed your brows, why did the electricity have to go out so soon?

“You could’ve kept the tagger and won but you didn’t. Why?”

You paused your search at the sound of Chishiya’s voice, sounding like he was- not interrogating you but definitely investigating. You resumed once more as you shrugged, “I could’ve.” You agreed, and it did cross your mind after all, “I thought about it,” You admitted right after as you pulled out the swimsuit top, “But maybe to some degree you were right,” You stood up as you turned to face him, “I am spilling emotion constantly. And if there was a chance I could’ve saved all of us in turn for one? It didn’t seem like that big of a reach to do really…” You looked away from him as you grabbed your neck, feeling a bit sheepish, “It was by chance you had spotted him before and it was by luck that I was given tagger for the last round. I knew all you needed was just mutual confirmation in your assessment before initiating the end.”

You sighed as you looked down at the elastic material in your hand as you frowned, “For what it’s worth, I would’ve probably done it to him regardless of whether he had been the tagger or not. It doesn’t take much to break the weakest link. That’s probably the saddest part to be honest.”

You grabbed your backpack off the ground as you looked up at Chishiya before back towards the entrance where others slowly began to filter out, “I doubt he even realized the trap I set him up for,” You smiled wryly as you shook your head, “People are so easy to mislead, I forget sometimes, the power that can hold.”

You turned around, intending to go change, “What were you before all of this?” You looked back at Chishiya, his gaze cool as ever and his eyes scanning over you as if in search for an answer that didn’t exist. Briefly your heart jumped in nervousness, did you dare tell the truth?

Laughing you let out a sigh what was the use in hiding in this world? There were no laws and honestly, who could judge you? “I was a prostitute.” You looked away, feeling somewhat bashful as you awkwardly rubbed your neck, you could tell that was not what Chishiya had been expecting you to say.

“Oh…!” Your lips parted suddenly feeling even more stupid at the realization that was not what he meant by his question, “You...You probably meant what I’m majoring in...sorry. Uh-” You gave him an apologetic smile that was more out of your sake of humiliation as assuming. Clearing your throat you turned back over your shoulder as you gave him one last look, holding up the three of hearts as you answered, “I’m a major in psychology ♡ ”

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