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stevenbasic · 4 years

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I’d been nervous about this kind of moment since she’d asked to meet me for dinner. Since we’d arrived at the resort. Since I’d asked her to go to the conference. I’d been nervous that I’d be sitting with her, alone with her, and I’d feel like this. Exactly like this.

Jesus, I should be relaxed. The night was perfect, warm with a subtle shore breeze playing through the palms around the restaurant patio and animating the flames of the tableside candles and garden torches. Sunset was on us, salt was in the air, music drifted over the tables. There’s no reason I shouldn’t have been totally at ease, relaxing for the night after a day of classes. Dinner was even going to be paid for by one of the vendors at the conference; I didn’t even need to see a check. But, no...I was buzzing, I was too excited. It was dangerous; I’m a married man.

I mean, oh my god, Melissa was breathtaking that night. She’s everything I find attractive in a woman. She’s tall. She’s beautiful. Dark eyes, huge raven mane of hair. Her figure is beyond astounding, her breasts big and firm and full, cleavage in her black and white, floral, low-cut summer dress forcing me to struggle to control my gaze. Legs long, a huge shapely ass, and all of her so young and vibrant, healthy, strong.

And she’s just so goddamn pretty.

But she was my office manager. She worked for me. I had her down at this conference so she could learn a few things, network with others, look into some new software systems. This was a professional meeting.

And like I said, I’m married.

But fuck look at her in this dress. She’d been drawing eyes from the minute she stepped into the place - mine included. And now it was getting late, we were finished with our meals, we’d already talked about what we each did at the conference that day: I was mostly in classes, she’d had some management seminars and looked around the exhibit hall, talked to some vendors. But then she’d gone down to the beach, and had nearly tempted me to join her. Dinner together was going to close out our day. I’d ostensibly called it a meeting, at first, but it didn’t feel like that at the moment. We’d both had some drinks - me probably too many for my own good - and she was looking at me funny.

”Have I got something on my face?” I asked, finally. The booze, the calypso music, and her disarming perfume had already lowered my guard and I knew in my bones that if I didn’t get out of here I was about to say or do something stupid.

Melissa giggled. ”No, I just think you look totally cute...” she said, coquettishly nibbling at the straw of her tropical cocktail, “...all relaxed and casual.”

“Oh jeez,” I replied, immediately flustered, feeling myself blush. This felt familiar. I’d been with Melissa before while she’d been drinking, and knew how flirty she could get. But there had always been others with us, people we knew and worked with, to keep my behaviors in check. Tonight it was just us. Danger, Will Robinson. “Well...thank you. You picked this outfit for me...”

“I remember, I’m glad you wore it for me,” she smiled, her eyes glittering in the light of the sunset, both of us recalling our shopping date, the department store last week, “Good boy.”

My heart fluttered, and she watched me react. This had become a thing between us: hapless me needing her to take care of her disorganized, at times absentminded boss, and she more than willing to do so. It started out as a little game but I think she got a kick out of it, how helpless I could be, and was beginning to relish filling this maternal role in my life.

”Y-you look cu...you look nice, too,” I managed in understatement, “You got some sun this afternoon..?”

“Thank you. I tan easy, I always have,” she said, looking down and brushing something away from her bosom, already half-bronzed from a couple late-afternoon hours at the beach. For myself I took the moment to gaze, staring at the golden cleavage she’d boldly put on display for the night. “How about you?” she asked, as I looked away just in time, “You need some sun too.” At that she reached across the table and, as if to inspect me, took my right hand in hers. My hand suddenly looked pale, my arm thin. “Are you going to promise me you’ll come down to the pool with me tomorrow?” she asked, taking my gaze with hers, “I was really looking forward to hanging out with you this week, and I got so lonely today, all by myself…”

”uhh….” I stammered, suddenly feeling even more iniquitous. I pulled my hand away, reached for my wine. “I, umm…”

Melissa giggled, watching my face, allowing me a gulp of Malbec before speaking again. “What?” she asked, amused, knowing I was uncomfortable with the attention. Was she just teasing me here??

“N-no...it’s nothing,”

She smiled tolerantly. “You know, you don’t have to be embarrassed, being seen with me.”

“W-wait, what? N-no….I’m not…”

Her smile, obviously pleased, grew to a grin at my discomfit. ”Oh don't tell me you're not thinking it too…” she giggled, as she brazenly leaned in and reached across the table to fix my hair, running fingers through errant locks and then taking the chance to look me right in the eye. Below our gazes, her boobs rested heavily on the table, bare cleavage bulging up buoyantly into the neckline of her dress. “How everyone here sees us…”

“w-wha...what do you..?”

“What I'm saying,” she continued plainly, as she sat back up straight in her chair, set her shoulders and puffed her big chest out proudly, “is that I totally look like your girlfriend right now.”

!!!

My mouth dropped. Her smile, mischievously, grew and grew and grew.

“Melissa I’m married!”

“Shhhhhhhhh...I know that,” she laughed, biting her lower lip for the moment to regard me, “And you know that too. But no one else here does, or cares. They’re all strangers.” I watched her dark, beautiful eyes glisten, reflecting the candlelight between us through the growing darkness. “No one’s judging. No one else here really knows you, or your life back home, or anyone there...it’s okay, sweetie. It’s safe.”

Jesus, what was she saying? Unspoken between us, of course, was how unhappy my marriage had become. How tense things were with Sheryl.

“Loosen up, you can relax,” she casually continued, pausing for the moment to smile at the waitress, who’d come to top off my wine. Melissa had insisted I order a bottle for myself for dinner, while she drank colorful cocktails. “You can unwind, be yourself. We can hang out, have fun together,” she said, as the waitress drifted to the next table, “We might work together, you might be my boss, but here, this week…”

I breathed in, noticed how her pleasant perfume had suddenly strengthened.

“...Here we can just be friends, equals,” she said, “It’s just you and me. No one back home has to know…”

It...it all sounded innocent, I guess. A few days of relaxation, she and I. Dinners, beach, pool. But why did it feel so...illicit? ”b-but-”

“Aww…what’s wrong?” she pouted, seeing my struggles and stopping me, “don't want a twenty-something girlfriend?” At that she giggled, apparently pleased with my consternation, and reached out to grab my hands with hers. “Oh HONEY yes yes YES!” she she cried out, loudly, suddenly calling all the attention in our area of the outdoor restaurant to her, “Of course I’ll marry you!!!”

My eyes shot open, my mouth gaped. My blood chilled as the eyes of the surrounding tables all fell on us. Melissa just looked at me and smiled in glee as a small wave of polite applause grew, directed our way. She held my hands tightly across the table, bit her lip and watched my reaction. I was frozen, red-faced in shock, speechlessly waiting for the attention to fade. The clapping petered out quickly, thankfully.

“v-v-very funny, Melissa…” I muttered under my breath, trying to manage a smile but looking, I’m sure, like a bewildered sap. I glanced around, making conciliatory eye contact with several other diners, nodding my abashed appreciation. Melissa’s attention, though, was purely focused on me.

She giggled again. “Aww, you’re looking a little red,” she cooed, “Did I embarrass you?”

”Melissa people are all staring now...” I whispered, pulling my hands back, finally, from hers.

”Oh let them stare all they want…” she said with brash confidence, sitting up provocatively straight. With flourish, she dipped her head and tossed back her long, thick hair in a luscious, raven wave and re-set her shoulders to proudly present a chest in dramatic, ample contrast to her thin waist, purposefully drawing more eyes. She then threw her head back, exposing her throat and closing her eyes, allowing them all to get a nice long look, to stare.

I was outright gaping at how her bosom strained against her dress, threatening to burst it, when I realized I was doing it too, staring. I looked pointedly away just before she opened her eyes, looked back at me. Her eyes glittered.

“Don't be concerned about staring, I'm used to it,” she said, her hand reaching across the table again to firmly grab my chin, aiming my head right back at her. My startled eyes met her confident and forthright gaze. Immediately I found myself struggling to keep it as I thought: wow, her perfume is strong, and felt the primitive urge to glance down at her chest again. She watched my struggle, and the new crook in her smile seemed to know it.

“Really, it's okay," she said, holding my chin in her hand longer than she should. ”I mean it. I don’t mind if they look, if you look. Like we said, no judging, it’s just you and me here.” She drew a deep breath, her face, placid, understanding, tolerant. Another lungful of her perfume and my eyes wavered and in that moment, our gazes locked, something changed between us.

Without a word my eyes dropped into her cleavage, which was again bulging heavily on the tabletop. They stared for a second, quickly drinking in the incredible view - big, tan, full breasts squeezed together into two fleshy swells - and then they stared for a second longer, and then another...and another. I stared for too long.

And then I closed my eyes.

“Shhh it’s okay. I know...I know,” she whispered, tenderly, patiently, “I know the attention I get, because of how I look. I know what it...does to people. What it does to guys...“

Behind closed eyes, I felt my heart racing as her hand left my chin and affectionately began to caress my cheek.

“It’s okay if it does it to you too....” she spoke gently.

”...”

I had no idea what to say, what to do. I was too abashed to even open my eyes, and just passively allowed her to stroke my face.

“Dr. J..?” I heard her say, causing me to finally look at her again. Her hand left my cheek as she pushed herself back from the table.

I watched her begin to stand, to rise.

“Here,” she said, offering me her hand, “let’s go for a walk...”

#Growing Into the Job

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thirsty-x1 · 5 years

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Prove Me Wrong I | Lee Hangyul

|| Part II ||

Request:

badboy!hangyul x foreign exchange student!female sumthin (i leave the juicy stuff up to you lmao)

↬ Pairing: badboy!Hangyul x fem!reader

↬ Genre: Smut

↬ Warning: mentions of alcohol, explicit language, dirty talk, semi-public sex, slight hair pulling

↬ Word Count: 2k

Being new wasn’t really the best thing. However, it was good that technically ‘everyone’ was new, but being a foreign student... You were going to draw attention anyway. It was something you were already used to, introducing yourself over and over again, but it still brought some nervousness to be in front of everyone. Inhaling deeply, you entered the classroom, the professor wasn’t there yet and everyone was already interacting. Almost every seat was occupied, the only one left being at the back of the room. Taking notes would be harder then. Everyone stopped chattering as the professor came in. The class started quickly and for a second you thought you were lucky because he seemed to have forgotten about introductions and stuff, but he suddenly stopped dead on his tracks.

“Ah, right, we have an exchange student.” Fuck, no, really? Now? That was going to be even worse. He read the list and looked up squinting his eyes. Maybe there was another exchange student... “Y/n?”

Closing your eyes and taking a deep breath you raised up your hand. The next five minutes were about where you came from, what differences had you noticed, how long had you been living there, and so on until he continued with the class. You couldn’t really see one of the words in the board and the context didn’t help, so you looking to your right to ask someone but the girl sitting next to you seemed extremely focused...So you turned left and noticed for the first time the guy sitting next to you. He was wearing rather flashy clothes, at least compared to the rest of the students in there. He seemed to be already distracted by his phone, so it was better than your other choice.

“Sorry, I can’t really see what’s on the board...” He didn’t even bat an eye. “Um, excuse me...” He finally directed his attention to you, his expression showing he was...annoyed?

“Heard you the first time. Can’t see shit. Stop bothering me.” His informal talking plus the swearing took you by surprise. It wasn’t something very usual in their culture... What was wrong with him? You tried again.

“Ah, sorry, but I really need to take these notes...”

“Why do you keep talking to me? Shut up already.” You clenched your fists and gave him a sarcastic smile. You were going to find someone later and ask them.

“Fucking asshole...” The curse left out your lips before you could even think about it. You knew you had to be respectful and all but why with someone like him? Although it seemed like he heard you, because he scoffed at you and mumbled something back. You stared at him and he maintained the eye contact. You weren’t going to back away, you had many of these shitheads back in your hometown and if you didn’t stand up firm from the beginning, they would annoy the fuck out of you. However, the smirk that crossed his face wasn’t something that you were prepared for.

At the end of the class the professor took attendance and you paid attention to the moment he would mention the guy’s name. At almost the half, you heard it. Lee Hangyul. You had to keep it in mind.

A few weeks had passed and you were getting used to everything around. You made some friends and to see the cultural differences was interesting. Tonight you were going out for some drinks with the whole class during the orientation period. Music sounded in the background as you applied make up and got into your clothes. Even if it was a casual meet up, one of your friends suggested that you changed for a party since some of them were going to a club nearby. You were already slightly panicking: what could you wear that was appropriate for both a casual meeting and a party? Giving up easily just put a dress on and some high heels not too flashy but not dull.

The meeting was fun and seeing the rest of the class get drunk rather quickly, but the face you wanted to see the most wasn’t around.

“Hey, that Hangyul guy... He doesn’t get along pretty well with the class, doesn’t he?” What was there to lose?

“Ah... He is a weird one. Doesn’t hang out with anyone at University, gets into fight sometimes but isn’t really the bully kind of guy, you know? He has some bad reputation around here so it’s not really the best thing to hang out with him.”

What a long description to end it up like that. It’s not like you were super curious about him, but... There was something off. Like, why did he attend every single day if he didn’t care? Sure, money and grades were a thing but if he was such a ‘bad boy’ shouldn’t he just... drop out? You forgot about him as you swallowed the soju and beer shot.

Not long after the meeting, you were dancing at the club. It wasn’t too different, maybe there was less straightforward people but that wasn’t a bad thing. You were going to the bathroom when you bumped against someone on the way, the drink they were holding now dripping down their clothes.

“Oh, sh– I mean, sorry!” The flashing lights made it hard for you to see the stranger’s face. Their strong hand wrapped around your wrist as they dragged you to the bathroom, took you inside and locked the door. Fear ran down your spine until you saw their face. “What... You are here?”

Hangyul looked at you annoyed. “Fix this.” You questioned him as he signaled his black shirt.

“It was your drink and you spilled it on you, there is nothing for me to fix, now if you excuse me...” You were aiming at the door when he blocked it, staring you down with hooded eyes.

“You bumped into me. Was it on purpose?” Rolling your eyes wasn’t even remotely close to show your irritation. “So you planned all this, didn’t you? Ah, I knew I could be attractive but not to this point...”

“Jeez, egocentric much? Give me the shirt so I can get the shit out of here.” He seemed pleased as he took it off, unbuttoning it to a slow pace, seeming to enjoy the slight blush that spread on your cheeks as you saw his toned body. Snatching the piece of clothing from his hands, you threw it on the sink and turned the water on, closing it after a few seconds. “Done. Now let me go.”

“Why do you keep pretending you hate me, huh?”

“Who said anything about hating, just let me–” he pressed against you, his skin hot against your hands as you pushed him but still he didn’t move an inch.

“Let’s have some fun, I know you been asking around for me, why don’t you let me show you who I am and what I can do?” His voice dropped low and you couldn’t help but to feel shivers all over you. Maybe it was the alcohol hitting in but a random hook up didn’t seem like a big deal...

“You are all talk.” You stared right back and he arched an eyebrow.

“Let me prove you wrong then.”

His lips smashed against yours aggressively, his hands roaming down your body, the heat between you growing intense each second. He tugged on your bottom lip playfully and hissed as you palmed him over his pants, the feeling of his hardening member turning you on. Steps and a soft knock on the door distracted you.

“Y/n? It’s me.” Shit. Shit, shit, shit. “Is everything alright?”

“Ah yeah! Everything is–” You had to hold back your moan when Hangyul slipped his hand down your underwear and started rubbing your clit harshly.

“Are you sure? Wait, I’m going to get in...” The handle moved but the secure didn’t let anything happen. Hangyul smirked as he felt you getting wetter.

“No! Uh, it’s a mess in here, just...” His middle finger slid inside of you and your breath hitched up.

“Quite the exhibitionist, aren’t you? Getting off at the possibility of someone seeing you like this, completely wrecked...” He whispered in your ear as he fingered you at an extremely slow pace, adding a second finger and stretching you out.

“Ah, I see... I’m not feeling too well so I’ll get going, yes? Tell me when you get home.” Did she notice? No idea, but you simply hummed out a response and she left.

“Fuck... Stop that...” You finally let out and he complied, burying them and stopping his movements, having you become a whining mess.

“Can’t wait to feel this tight pussy around me.” His lips attached to your neck, sucking harshly as you grind your hips to feel some kind of friction.

“Then do it already.”

He lifted you up and placed you on the cold marble surface, you hissing at the contrast between temperatures. He pulled a condom from his back pocket and now it was your turn to raise an eyebrow, to which he simply shrugged without giving any explanation. He unzipped his pants and took out his cock, your mouth watering at the sight of his fingers putting the preservative on. He looked at you once as if to ask for permission to which you nodded and he filled you, being careful at all times.

“So tight... I’m going to fuck you so good.” The dirty talk was really getting the best of you.

“You keep talking but not showing anything.”

He gave a quick thrust, a pleased sigh coming out of your lips. Soon he was ramming into you hard, your arms around his shoulders, your ear right next to his mouth, listening to every grunt he left out when you clenched down on him. He pulled down your dress strips and unhooking your bra, his hands quick to cup your breasts and massage them. You hid your face on the crook of his neck, trying to muffle the sound of your voice against it.

“Let me hear you, let everyone hear who is fucking you so good.” The slight shake of your head was enough for him to pull your hair and make you stare at him, his gaze making you feel exposed to your very core. “Do as I say.” His hips snapped even rougher than before, his pace becoming slower if you broke the eye contact.

“I-I’m... close...” Your words were barely audible but he seemed to understand them perfectly.

“Cum for me, princess.”

That’s all it took. Your nails scratching his back, your moans falling of your lips uncontrollably as your whole body went numb. He smirked and his pace faltered, spilling inside the condom as he groaned against your neck. You didn’t move and he didn’t either, both trying to catch your breath. Finally he pulled out of you, throwing the condom in the bin as you put your bra back on and fixed your dress. You checked yourself in the mirror just to realize the mess he made of you: your neck and chest full of red marks that would soon turn into purple ones, your lips swollen and your lipstick smeared all around them, not to mention your hair. You sighed and tried to fix your looks a bit, eyeing Hangyul in the corner zipping his pants and appreciating his slightly tanned skin and his muscles, unconsciously tying up your hair and washing your face a few times. Once you looked good-ish, you walked over to the door.

“You’re not going to say goodbye?” He laughed as he leaned over on the wall.

“Uh, goodbye.”

“Now you are feeling shy?” You resumed your actions ignoring him. “This was too good, we should repeat it.”

You thought about it for a few seconds. “Maybe.” You opened the door and as you were going out, he called you again.

“What am I supposed to do with his?” He pointed at his wet shirt. You shrugged.

“Not my problem.”

You walked away giggling as you listened to his complaints, thinking about the next time you would see each other.

I’m not too happy with this one but hey, what you gonna do. Also thought of maybe making a second part to put more detail into his bad boy image and its origins 👀

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~Nani

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ikesenlemonadestandstories · 4 years

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Level 4

How is everyone doing? Are you enjoying the seasonal shorts? I hope so :) I’m getting ready to head out of town for the Holiday’s but never fear! I’ve got everything all cued up for your viewing enjoyment!

Tagging: @loudartanimeeclipse

Master List here or check the tag Ikesen AFK.

Warnings: None

Happy Reading! T~

Level 4

You logged yourself in at 6:35pm. Deciding that it would be a good idea to get all your shopping done before you were supposed to meet up with everyone. You didn’t want to be the only one unprepared. Then Yuki’d really never let you hear the end of it, and you super didn’t want to deal with that. With the flick of your joystick, you headed for the market to grab the lance you’d been eyeing for a week now. Making sure to snack between conversations with the shopkeepers.

Once your business in town was finished, you headed to your meeting point, arriving with five minutes to spare. After a few moments of fiddling around with your headset, your control began to vibrate.

*Nin-nin0217 has invited you to a group chat.*

With a smile on your face, you happily accepted.

Braves6Coins → Yo! Where you at?

Nin-nin0217 → She’s sitting over there. Near that bush.

With a smile on your face you prompted your avatar to wave. Sticking your tongue out at Yuki when he flipped you the bird.

Ur a child. ← WildCyt0m3try

TigerOfKai681 → Oho, she’s got spirit. I like it. The name suits you, Wild.

God_of_War → We’re wasting time. Let’s go

RoseW@terHeals010 → Were you seriously about to leave with out me!? Jeeze, hold your horses wouldya

God_of_War → The only one here with a horse is Brave, and you and I both know he’s got no clue how to ride it.

Braves6Coins → Hey! Wth man!

God_of_War → Are you done? Can we go?

RoseW@terHeals010 → Oh my gosh. @Brave6Coins did that hurt? Do you need ice?

Braves6Coins → Shove it!

TigerOfKai681 → Now, now. Is that any way to talk to a lady?

Fine_as_art1156 → Technically no, but how can you be so sure Rose is, in fact, a lady? Depending on stat growth, it makes more sense to play as a female character if one wishes to have access to the gremory class later on.

RoseW@terHeals010 → Now that’s just uncalled for. I’m a bonafide female. Both Brave and Nin can vouch for me there.

Brave6Coins → Who said I wanted too?

Nin-nin0217 → Rose is indeed a female.

RoseW@aterHeals010 → Thank you Nin! At least someone here wants to be healed today.

God_of_War → If you don’t plan on doing your job, why did you even bother showing up?

RoseW@terHeals010 → I came specifically to piss you off.

TigerOfKai681 → Ladies, gentlemen, War...we have a guest, we’re being very rude.

You’re being hysterical, is what you’re being. xD You guys are crazy! ← WildCyt0m3try

TigerOfKai681 → Happy we could entertain you, my lady. *bows*

You rolled your eyes at the wall of text that quickly began turning into another argument. At least this wouldn’t be boring. How did they find the time to get anything done bickering like this? You wondered as you followed them out of town and into the swap map. At least you’d get to take out a few good beasties tonight.

The group of you weren’t on the map long before you got the notification to turn your headset on.

“Is everyone here?” A voice you knew to be Sasuke’s asked over the intercom.

“Yes.” A deep baritone came through your speakers. It came out a low rumble though a bit domineering, instantly commanding your attention. Who the hell was that?

“Tiger of Kai also present.” The light tone of his voice made you smile, that certainly wasn’t what you had been expecting. At least his response narrowed down your question.

“Fine Art is here.” His voice lower, yet slightly more nasally than Tiger’s, though he spoke slower with a draw on his vowels.

“Brave checking in. I’m all good to go!” Yuki’s voice played, urgent and familiar as ever.

“Rose here, reporting for duty.” The soft soprano of your friend’s voice was in stark contrast to the voices she followed.

“Wild is present.” You spoke into your microphone, choosing to speak after everyone else had gone through the roll call, oddly nervous for them to hear your voice.

“Oh, see! Wild most certainly is a girl!” Tiger exclaimed in excitement. “No, a woman. With the voice of a goddess!”

“Uh, I think that may be a bit much.” You responded, wondering if this guy was for real. Then again, Rose had warned you at lunch he was a major flirt.

“She’s a boar is what she is,” Yukimura called out over Tiger’s ramblings.

“So you know Wild as well then?” Art questioned over the ensuing argument.

“Does it matter?” The man you assumed by now was War asked, the exasperation clear in his voice. “Can we get on with this quest? Or do you all plan to just stand around and blather all day?”

“I’m just trying to get to know my teammates,” Tiger responded defensively.

“Best not to let him get to know you too well, ladies,” Sasuke responded, sending the whole group into a tizzy. It wasn’t often that anyone got to hear him use that tone of voice.

You were so busy enjoying the conversation the group had to offer you almost missed the change in music as you pushed forward through the swamp.

“Uh guys, beasties. Twelve o’clock.” You called over the mic. Taking down a low-level monster that had come careening through the forest in your direction.

The entire group sprung into action, moving around the map to better defend yourselves and the area. It didn’t take long to take care of the surprise attack, and the intercom system came back to life quickly as everyone became less concentrated on using their unit for battle.

“So, you’re not completely useless.” War commented as you hacked at another enemy.

“Uh, thanks. I think?” You responded in near confusion as a new mission header popped up across your display.

*Mission: Defend the base for 12 turns, or defeat all of the enemies. Fail: The base falls, all units defeated.*

It looked easy enough, but that didn’t mean anything. This game was quickly becoming known for its ridiculous curveballs. With its initial success and players becoming more and more adept at defeating the challenges, the creators had become increasingly creative at taking down the higher ranking players. So it was better to watch out. Especially with someone in a Master Class on the team. The last thing you wanted to do was be smacked across the swamp by some weird-ass beast that regenerated every two turns if you couldn’t defeat it fast enough. Not on your to-do list for the evening.

As each player accepted the mission, positions were distributed, and the map was enlarged in the top left corner of your TV. So you had all been separated.

“So, what’s the plan? It looks like they divided us to the far corners, with Art being the closest to the base. Are we all bee-lining to take defensive measures, or do we just want to cut down anything we come across?” You asked wondering how your new team wanted to go about this.

“A beautiful voice and brains! Where did you find this woman?” Tiger asked in a sing-song voice.

“In a dungeon. Can we please move on?” Yukimura seethed. Technically he wasn’t wrong. You and Rose did work in the basement of the hospital, it was an apt nickname for the lab.

“I say we split the jobs.” Sasuke cut in. “Tiger, you’re not going to make it very far, so I say you do what you can and obliterate anything that’s dumb enough to get near you.”

“That I can do.” The smile was evident in Tiger’s voice.

“Art, are you okay to hold down the fort? Blow things away from a distance? We’ll send Wild in as back-up. Her movement stat is exceptional, and she can cover the most ground the fastest.” Sasuke suggested, and you preened internally at the compliment.

“I would love back-up. Wild, whenever you can get here would be wonderful.” Art spoke through his mic.

“Rose, you should work your way towards the middle of the field where that forest is. You can hide in the terrane while also healing using your wide faith magic range to your advantage.”

“Roger that,” Rose responded with enthusiasm.

“Brave, since you’re on the horse do what you can to take out as many beasts as you can before they reach Rose. Once you get there and the forest is secured for her, make your way around the field.” Sasuke suggested.

“So take down as many beasts as possible for Rose. Got it.” Yuki replied, a little too smug.

“War, please feel free to do as you always do,” Sasuke spoke, quick to interject the fight that was bound to start with Yuki and Rose.

“Of course.” His voice was drawn out, and you could sense the smile. War was going to enjoy this.

“I’ll wander the map, open up any gates and chest I see before making my way towards the base. Sound like a plan?”

“A very good one.” You replied, excited for the battle to begin. The muddled confirmation of your teammates could be heard in your headset. You couldn’t make much out with everyone talking at once, but that didn’t matter to you. This was still going to be a blast.

#ikesen #ikemen sengoku #ikesen afk #ikesen modern au #ikesen gamer au #ikesen long fic #ikesen reader insert #my story

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unholyhelbiglinked · 7 years

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Infernum | 1: Limbo

No doors, no windows, no way out. There was a sharp silence to the air that helped lull me into a trance as I tried to be anywhere but here. I was at the car with Hannah. I was in home with our dog cuddled up on the couch. I was sharing a meal in the restaurant that I proposed in. I wasn't here.

I couldn't be here.

Yet I was. I felt the warped wood groove under my bare back. I heard the slight dripping of a pipe in the corner, hitting the hot ground as it sizzled on contact. The pain that was around my wrists had an unpleasant heat to it as my blood made itself known where I had tried to pull away from the restraints with no avail. There was no way out.

I could feel sweat begin to form on my brow as I let out a strangled breath, sniffing as I kept my gaze focused on the covered light above me, staring at the only source of comfort until my eyes almost dried out completely. I wracked my brain, trying to remember how I got here. Trying to pull memories from my mental filing cabinet, but I couldn't.

Lifting my head slightly, I took note at how half naked I was. I thankfully still had jeans on, and a bra. But the rest of my skin was covered in a brine of sweat and dirt. I watched my stomach rise with each breath I took before slumping my head back against the table, awaiting whatever fate was in store for me.

My eyes quickly closed as the cast iron door creaked open with a loud groan. The soft footsteps of another intrigued me. They were too light to be that of a man, but also too heavy to be those of a woman. I involuntarily flinched as a cold hand stroked its way up my arm. Defiantly a woman.

I swallowed roughly allowing my eyes to open, only to be greeted by the back of a woman's head. She was tall, as far as I could see. A brown aviator jacket hugged her sides as she fumbled around with whatever stole her interest away from the table I was strung out on. Her hair was tinted a deep red to match the walls around us. I drew in a sharp breath, not seeming to stir her from her task.

"W-where am I?" I managed to stumble out before my voice went silent once again. It sounded foreign to my ears, dry and humbled. "Hello,"

"I heard you," The girl responded, moving her hand up in the air as if to wave me off. "Jeeze, calm down alright?" she grumbled.

Calm down? She wanted me to calm down. Great. A stranger mumbling to a girl shackled to a wooden table was a sure fire way to keep my anxieties in check.

"I can feel your anger from here," She said, catching my attention further as I bit the inside of my cheek, feeling a light metallic taste coat my taste buds. "You might want to simmer down sweetheart, that rage will get you nowhere down here."

"Down here?" I asked, craning my neck to see what she was clambering with. It sounded like metal against metal, giving me a queasy feeling. I remembered that sound. Why did I remember that sound? "Where is here exactly?"

"Limbo." She responded as if it were no big deal. "A place where lost souls go in order to find out their true place in the afterlife."

I shook my head slightly, feeling a small ache pull against my temple. Afterlife. That means I had a life before this that I just didn't remember much of. I knew I had a wife. I was a cop. I love my wife. I love my job. Other than that, I was drawing a blank.

"I'm dead." I sounded out the words like I had never spoken them before. I have... just not in the same sentence. Not in the same odd area that smelled thick of iron and limestone.

"Mm," The figure responded as she finally turned towards me, her hair falling into her shamrock green eyes. They contrasted with the rest of the dank area, taking me aback slightly. She was beautiful. My own gaze wondered down to cloth in her hand. It was cut out into long strips that could easily wrap themselves around the entirety of my body. The held twine in her other palm, a large needle stuck into the side of it. My eyes widened as I instinctively pulled up at my restraints, cursing the sudden movement as pain shot through my forearms.

The girl dropped her shoulders slightly as if she felt some sort of a pity for me, she opened her mouth to speak, her eyes filling with remorse, "I'm trying to help you here Grace."

"Help me how?" I snapped, "By turning me into a quilt?" I shoved up with my hands harder, not caring of the pain much anymore as she stepped closer.

"No," she chuckled "I don't think you understand," she was standing over me now as I pressed the back of my head into the wood hard enough to feel every dip in its surface. No. I didn't understand, and if learning had anything to do with that big ass needle, I didn't want to.

She placed her cool hand on my arm, a small once of calm flowing through me, but not enough of it to settle my nerves as I tug at the restraints once more before letting out a grumble and falling back. The girl just watched me closely, her eyes never leaving mine.

"You have sinned, Grace." She said in a low voice before moving her chin towards the cloth that I could now see clearly. It was more like a silk fabric that had little ridges lining the cross sections like teeth. It looked anything but welcoming.

"Yeah, hasn't everyone?" I spit back, not really remembering the sins she spoke so heavily of. None the less, I felt the quick need to defend myself.

"Everyone else doesn't matter here," She said, not changing the soft tone of her voice. She pursed her lips as she let out a sigh "do you want to save Hannah?" She asked a little louder.

I stropped struggling once again to glance towards her, not noticing the hot tears that were still cooler than the room we were in. "yes." I choked out a response. "How?"

"This," she held up the cloth, "is your ticket into hell. You can't get through the first set of doors without bearing your sins on your chest."

I swallowed, nodding as she continued to speak. My gums were beginning to ache as I clenched my jaw tighter. I didn't understand any of this, but from the first mention of Hannah's name, I wanted to.

"Hell, why is Hannah in hell. She's the purest person I've ever met." I sighed "it's the gay thing isn't it."

"No," The girl chuckled at that, lightening the atmosphere "she is pure. That's why she was taken. On your behalf."

"My behalf," I closed my eyes as the girls cold hands moved across my arm. She was looking for something, I just didn't know what.

"Your behalf," the girl said "the poor girl made a deal that you would stay faithful in exchange for your safety."

"I was faithful," I snapped again, hushing my tone as her eyes moved up to mine. It was a blatant lie. I couldn't remember if I had been faithful to Hannah or not. I knew the love I felt for her now would suggest I had done anything but lay with another.

"Hold this," she said softly as I lulled over my thoughts she forced my palm toward the ceiling, instructing me not to curl my fingers around the cloth until she told me to. "And stop thinking so much, it's not going to ease the pain, Grace." She paused once more "your name is ironic, you know that right?"

I grunted in response as she pulled away from me. The fabric felt hot against my skin. It was rough as the ridges brushed against my flesh. "I still don't understand,"

"You will," the girl replied her voice becoming smoother, if that was even possible; it was pleasurable to the ears. "Now, I want you to hold onto that cloth as hard as possible, like your life depends on it." She paused, smiling to herself "who am I kidding, it fucking does. Don't let go of that fabric even if the pain becomes unbearable, let it do its thing."

I nodded as if I comprehended what she was saying, even if I didn't. Slowly I let my hands curl around the coarse fabric, not anticipating the immediate response.

The teeth that lined it slowly dug into the my flesh as if a thousand needles were pushing against me as it began to slither up my arms as if it had a mind of its own. I let out a strangled cry as the cloth wrapped itself around my arms tightly, the snake like object making its way to my chest as I let out another cry, looking to the girl for help.

She closed her eyes as if it pained her to watch this material wick itself into my skin. I drew in a sharp breath as I glanced down, noticing that each part of this fabric was covered in illegible words. I didn't know if they were in a different language, or if I just couldn't comprehend them over the pain.

The rest of the fabric stretched towards my stomach, creating a straight line towards my waistline. I screamed as the edges embedded into my flesh. The other line of cloth wrapped up my right arm in a similar manor before stretching across the length of my chest to create a bloodied cross as it settled into my skin.

I heaved in a breath, the pain found its way from my body as quickly as it plagued it. I tried to steady my heart rate as the pain faded away. I began to get feeling back in my fingertips as I relaxed my body, letting myself fall into the table again as I sobbed in pain.

"What the fuck was that?" I asked as I panted, not daring to move further, afraid the rigid teeth would dig further into my stomach.

"That," the girl responded as she moved a cool finger across a line of the blood that resided on my stomach where the cross made itself known, she pressed it between her fingers, rubbing the liquid around the pads of her fingers. "Was the start of your journey."

#GraceHelbig #Hannahhart #hartbig #mamriehart #fanfiction

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wingsofmelete · 7 years

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Burning Food for the Gods

Esme watched in quiet fascination as her house burned down.

Oh, she thought, looking as flames engulfed the wood that had kept her safe for the past thirteen years: Oh, oh, oh…

Her mother sat somewhere else, crying her eyes out. Esme couldn’t dredge up the energy to go and find her; she was feeling the after-effects of a bit of shock herself, and couldn’t be bothered to be the comforter.

I’m the child, she thought, a little mutinously, as ash brushed past her face, I should be the one comforted.

Still, her mother was – at best – eccentric, and – at worse – utterly incapable of logical reasoning. She had once walked onto a busy street because she had forgotten to check the lights. She had contracted a nasty rash across her arm when she had forgotten she was allergic to dogs.

She had almost starved to death after she had forgotten to eat for a month.

Yes, Esme thought, She needs a keeper.

The fire continued to burn, bright against the darkening sky, despite the firemen’s best efforts. Esme clutched at her blanket tighter and tried not to cry. Somewhere in there, her lovely china-doll collection was melting; somewhere beneath the blanket of fire, her bedframe was cracking and her posters were curling against the heat. Her stuffed rabbit, which she had treasured dearly for all her life, was turning to little more than ash. Her computer would be exploding.

“Hey, kid,” a hand pressed down on her shoulder, and Esme looked up. The boy who looked down at her was lovely, with dark eyes and hair the same colour as the flames that were destroying her world. His face was delicate and fine, but not the least babyish, and Esme found that she wanted to reach out and poke him to make sure that someone who looked like that really existed.

“What do you want?” she asked, subconsciously straightening her shoulders in response to his perfect posture. He was wearing strange clothes; everything was black, a sharp contrast to his snow-pale skin.

“You should be dead.”

Esme felt herself freeze up. Oh, oh dear…

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said, defiantly sticking out her chin at him. He couldn’t prove anything…

“I saw you. You walked out the back of that building without a scorch-mark on you.”

Esme clutched the blanket tighter. “I didn’t.”

“You were in the middle of that. You should have burnt to death,” he smiled, then – and it wasn’t a nice smile. He still looked lovely, but Esme suddenly found that she didn’t want to poke him anymore. “At least, you shouldn’t be able to sit here and talk to me.”

“It’s very hot,” Esme said. “I barely got out before it really caught on.”

“No,” he said. “You should have burnt to death.”

Esme felt tears start to sting. “That’s a horrible thing to say!”

“Is it?” he looked startled for a second. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it that way.”

“How was I supposed to take it?” the tears started to spill over her cheeks, and Esme quickly tried to wipe them away in horror. She didn’t cry – she hadn’t cried in a very, very long time. “You think I should be dead!” her voice rose to a wail.

“Shh!” the boy suddenly looked panicked, glancing around. “They’ll hear you!”

“Who?” Esme started up at him, sniffing rather pathetically.

“The humans! If you draw attention to me, I’m going to have to leave.”

“Stay,” Esme urged, though she couldn’t have said why. “No one wants to talk to me.”

“They’re trying to put the fire out,” the boy said. “They won’t have much luck. It’s going to burn itself out.”

“I hope it doesn’t spread,” Esme said anxiously, glancing to her neighbours houses. Though she had never been particularly fond of Mr. Blake and his enormous family (they always seemed to insist on bringing around badly-cooked meatloaf, for one thing, and trying to set her mother up with Mrs. Blake’s brother, for another), she had developed quite an attachment to little Faith Brandt on the other side of the hedge.

“It won’t,” the boy said.

“How can you know?”

“I know,” he said, like she was stupid not to take his word. Esme scowled, but just couldn’t be bothered to argue with him, so she let it go.

They settled into a comfortable sort of silence; her sitting, him standing next to her. His had had yet to move from her shoulder, but Esme found that she didn’t mind the contact as much as she did with most people. The heat from the house-turned-bonfire singed at her cheeks and made her sweat, while her back felt uncomfortably chilly.

“I should go find my Mum,” she finally said reluctantly. She didn’t want to move; she wanted to stay here and watch her world burn, because she was never going to able to see this again. Her house was gone. Her paintings – the ones she had spent hours agonizing over – were gone. Her computer, her desk, her bed…

Gone, gone, gone…

“Stay,” he said.

“I really should go…” Esme bit her lip, but made no move to leave. Her mother would be fine, for the moment; there were so many people, someone would notice if she ‘forgot’ not to run into the burning wreck of their home.

“Stay,” the boy repeated, tightening his grip on her shoulder.

“Ow!” Esme tried to jerk away from his grip, but it was too strong. A tendril of unease began to worm its way into her belly. “Jeez!”

“Sorry!” he said, quickly releasing her. “I’m sorry!”

He sounded genuinely apologetic, but Esme hesitated to forgive him. She had never been a particularly tolerant person – unless it came to little Faith, but she seemed to be the only exception – and her shoulder really ached. There were probably going to be bruises.

“It’s okay,” she finally said, grudgingly, when it became obvious that he was waiting for her to say something.

“Good,” the boy exhaled, running his now-free hand through his burning-red hair. “I’m glad,” he added at her scornful look.

“I’m going, now,” Esme said, scowling. “I need to make sure Mum’s okay.”

“Is that what you want?” the boy moved in front of her, kneeling so that his face was just below hers. He looked older than her, maybe sixteen, and Esme suddenly felt very uneasy. “Really?”

“Yes,” she snapped, leaning backwards. “Really.”

He stepped backward and straightened up, giving her an almost mocking bow in the process. Esme’s scowl deepened.

“You died,” he said, still bent at the waist. His left arm was twisted behind his back, while his right was clenched over his heart. He should have looked silly; somehow, Esme found that he didn’t. “In the fire. It covered you from head to toe and tickled at your skin like an old friend.”

Esme stared at him, frozen.

“It lapped at your face,” he continued, not blinking. “And you screamed and you screamed when you realised that you were going to die.”

“I didn’t die,” Esme whispered.

“No,” the boy agreed, finally straightening up fully to tower above her. “And don’t you find that at all strange?”

Esme hugged herself tight.

“There have been an awful lot of explosions recently, don’t you think?” the boy smiled at her. He meant it to be nice, but Esme found herself shrinking further back. She looked around, but no one seemed to be paying much attention to them. “Three down in Penshurst. Five up in King’s Cross.”

“You did it,” Esme breathed, body trembling.

The boy smiled again. “I like you,” he said. “I don’t like many people. I’m glad you’re one of us.”

“One of us?” Esme repeated.

“My baby!” someone wailed. “Where’s my baby? Where’s Esme? Esme! Esme!”

Esme felt her eyes widen as though she was a million miles away. Her head whipped around, desperately searching for where her mother was. “Mum!”

She felt lips brush against her cheek. “I’m Fox,” the boy said quietly into her ear, before pulling away.

Esme watched him with wide eyes.

“This isn’t the last time we’re going to meet,” the boy – Fox – gave her a quick, informal salute with his right hand, and then scampered back. “You’d better hurry. Your Mum sounds worried.”

“Y – you!” Esme lurched to her feet and tried to grab onto his jacket, but he was too quick.

“See you, Esme!” he called cheerfully, and then melted almost abruptly into the crowd. Esme tried desperately to follow him with her eyes, but it was as enough he had simply disappeared.

“Esme! Esme!” her mother cried again, voice raw and low and desperate.

“Mum!” Esme whirled around. At the moment, it didn’t matter who that boy was. It didn’t matter, because her mother was worried, and Esme was frightened, and she wanted nothing more than to run into her mother’s arms and hug her. “Mum!”

All in all, Esme concluded, it was the worst birthday ever.

#welcome to my world of words #unfinished #fire #1.5k words #titled: That phase I went through where I wanted really REALLY badly to burn things down

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