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agustdiv1ne · 7 months

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dom!tutor!yn x sub!stoner!cocky!beomgyu who doesn't even care abt college, only wants to get in yns pants

ada. you just kinda got a lil fic out of me with this one so i made it pretty n aesthetic (might have to make this an actual fic, like. a Long one bc this concept is doing smth to me....) honestly, this turned into more of a switch!beomgyu x femdom!reader thing so i apologize for that,, HOWEVER, he is submissive for most of this <3

wc: 1.8k

(MDNI!!!!!!! and please stop asking for a part 2)

beomgyu couldn’t give less of a shit about college. his parents are rich — they could buy his degree if he asked them to — so what the fuck is he doing? why is he not in his dorm right now getting high off his ass? why is he here, sitting in this musty study room in the library? for him, that’s easy to answer: it’s all because of you, the pretty thing that he’s roped into being his physics tutor.

you’re currently trying to explain a law made by some dude named ohm and all he can really think about is how nice your lips would look around his cock, how your pretty fingers that are playing with your pencil would press so perfectly into his thighs as he thrusts into your mouth, tears welling in your eyes as he uses you to his heart’s content. you’re a cute little thing, aren’t you? a bit quiet in class, kinda submissive as far as he can tell — and all he wants to do is bend you over this desk and fuck you ‘til you’re crying for him to stop.

with half-hazy eyes from the joint he snuck a couple huffs from before this study session started and a stupid smirk, he places a hand on your thigh and watches you pause, brows furrowing as he trails it up a bit higher and squeezes the soft flesh under the hem of your shorts. your nose scrunches up as you move your attention from your notebook to him. with a scalding glare, you hiss, “the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

woah. did that just come out of your mouth? for some reason, the words only make his shit-eating grin grow wider, and he squeezes your thigh again. “nothin’. something wrong, sweetheart?”

you stare at him for a moment, gaze cold and calculating, nothing like the wide-eyed look you wear on a normal basis. all he can think about is how fucked he is as soon as he feels you wrench his hand from your thigh and slam it onto the table. he yelps at the pain that radiates through his fingers, rubbing them as he looks at you like a wounded puppy. your lips purse. “i know your stupid game, beomgyu. either let me tutor you, or get the fuck out.”

“jesus,” he sighs, hands shooting up defensively. “fine, whatever. do your worst, i guess.”

beomgyu can’t deny the twitch in his cock at your cruel words. you’re more feisty than he thought; maybe he’d let you take the lead, if you even let him get in your pants in the first place. he was wrong, you seem like the type who’d want control. of course you did. you’ve never fallen at his feet like some of the other girls in your class, the ones who know he’s rich and good in bed and friends with the best plugs on this godforsaken campus. you’ve never wanted anything to do with him; your sore lack of interest just made him want you more, so to let you shut down his attempts to fuck you right here, right now? nah, not fucking happening.

so after a bit of actual studying to appease you, his hand sneaks onto your thigh once again—

oh, he’s hit the jackpot.

you’re standing up now, hand gripping his chin so hard that it hurts. the tick in your jaw is enough to indicate that he’s really pissed you off, a fire surging behind your irises as you glower down at him. he’s leaned back into his seat because you’ve leaned in so close, caging him in — and fuck, does he like it. he’s never had someone be so mean to him. they’ve always let him take the lead, let him use them, but you? you have different plans, it seems.

“what did i say?” your tone is sharp, dangerous. the air around him suffocates his lungs, yet he smiles. he likes this game.

“to let you tutor me, and i was, so what’s your problem?” he shrugs as if you don’t look like you’re about to incinerate him with your gaze right now. your head tilts as soon as you glance down at the hard-on in his lap, that unimpressed, calculating glint returning to your eyes. suddenly, you let him go, shoving him backwards into his seat as you resume your own. you look down at his lap again.

“y’know what? fine. i’ll make you a deal: i’m gonna jerk you off as you do this problem set. if you complete it, i’ll let you cum.”

oh. oh wow. did he hear that properly? you’re gonna jerk him off? he feels a little dizzy because honestly, this is just the first step to getting you to give in to him, to lose control and ride him until he’s a drooling mess for you, ‘cause god, you’d love to him like that, wouldn’t you? he can tell that you would. so—

he gives you another one of his trademark cocky smirks, and says, “yeah, sure. i’ll get it done in no time.”

and beomgyu tries. he tries so hard to focus, but he does not, in the end, get it done in no time. it’s been thirty minutes, and all he’s gotten done is two out of the ten problems that you’ve been assigned to complete by tomorrow. how can he with your hand stroking up and down his cock so slow that he wants to cry? whenever he stops working to try and thrust into your hand, gain any semblance of pleasure, you remove it. he can’t fucking win.

“do the problem,” you command, leaning against the desk with the most bored expression ever painted on your face, as if you’re not jerking him off beneath the desk right now. as if you don’t even want to be here. “you have an hour to finish these, y’know. i can’t stay here all night with your dumbass. i have better shit to do.”

his hips twitch up. fuck. fuck. he needs you to degrade him more. you sound so pretty doing it.

“c’mon,” he whines. “can’t you just let me cum? i’m never gonna get this shit in an hour.”

“sounds like a you problem.” and you go back to stroking him, thumb teasing the flushed red tip and spreading his precum all over, further lubricating your hand to make your movements smoother. he gets back to work, trying his best to ignore how fucking good it feels to be edged like this. to get so close, only for it to be torn away from him. by problem seven, he’s sniffling and whimpering for you to let him cum, “please let me cum. please? wanna fuck you so bad. wanna feel you pussy around me, fuck.”

all you do is give him a mean-spirited laugh. “you really think i’m gonna give in and let you fuck me? y’probably thought i was some submissive little bitch at first, didn’t you? well, you thought wrong — so either solve these fucking problems, or else i’m not letting you cum. and you’re sure as hell not getting to fuck me. you’re more stupid than i thought. how pathetic.”

he could cum right now, but he thinks you might kill him if he did. so he struggles through problem eight. and nine. and ten — and finally, finally he’s finished. finally, you start to pump him as fast you can, whispering mean little names in his ear, calling him a stupid little bitch for thinking you’d be that easy, a fucking idiot for even trying. twisting your wrist, you lean over with your other hand to squeeze his balls, manicured nails biting into the sensitive flesh and—

he spills all over your hand with a pathetic whine, his whimpers loud enough for you to slap a hand over his mouth and whispering to keep fucking quiet, or do you want to be caught? he doesn’t care though, it feels too good to let go after being tortured for so long, his cum spurting all over his shirt and jeans and all over your hand.

when he’s finally done, he feels you wipe your hand on his shirt, mumbling how disgusting he is as you grab some hand sanitizer, apply it, and start to pack up. wait, you’re leaving now? he doesn’t get to fuck you?

“where are you going?” he questions, watching as you slip your calculator into your bag, not even sparing a glance at his ruined state.

“home,” you bluntly reply. “like i said, there’s no way in hell i’m letting you fuck me. and i’m not tutoring you anymore. find someone else.”

okay, that’s enough to get him panicked. “what? but you’re the only one who agreed to do it!”

“you think i care? go to the professor, then.”

“wait,” he says. grabbing the sleeve of your jacket before you can walk out. you turn, judgment apparent in the way you scan over his cum-covered clothes. despite that, he pushes on, “aren’t you at least a little turned on? why don’t you let me help you?”

“as if,” you scoff, even though yes, you’re really fucking turned on and wanna ride him until he’s an overstimulated mess right now. you’ve never had a boy bow to you as easily as him, and you enjoyed it more than you’d like to admit, but at the same time, this is beomgyu you’re talking about. he’s terrible news, and wouldn’t be a good influence on your academics. you try to pull away and head towards the door. “i’m out of here.”

“liar,” he accuses, pulling you backwards. “you have to be a least a little turned on. c’mon, i know you want to fuck me, wanna see me all stupid for you. you seem like the type to like that.”

he’s stupid and cocky and infuriating, but he’s also right. you want to tie him up and use him for hours. you want to watch his pretty rich boy face twist up and turn red as he starts to sob and whine for you to stop. you want to see him brainless and pliant and willing to do anything you ask. staring at him, your mind feeds you scenarios of his fucked-out face, sweat rolling down his temple and mixing with his tears. with a deep breath, you wrench your wrist from his grip and fully turn towards him.

you’ve made your decision.

“fine,” you say. “i’ll make you another deal: get a 90 on the exam next week, and maybe i’ll let you.”

there’s no way he can do that, can he? it sounds impossible in his mind given his track record of 20s and a 15 percent on the last exam — but he finds himself nodding anyway. he has to do this, he's desperate enough.

“you have a deal.”

#txt smut #beomgyu smut #txt x reader #beomgyu x reader #txt scenarios #beomgyu scenarios #txt imagines #beomgyu imagines #txt x you #txt x y/n #beomgyu x y/n #beomgyu x you #txt hard hours #txt hard thoughts #beomgyu hard hours #beomgyu hard thoughts #💌 — gyu #agust.nsfw #kinda went off i'm ngl.....

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chronicallycouchbound · 8 months

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Rating names/terms for Ehlers Danlos Syndrome:

Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome: 10/10 Lawful neutral, it’s the official terminology, lets you know what’s up

EDS (in all caps): 9/10 Sometimes confused with other unrelated conditions and acronyms but usually works

EDs (‘S’ is lowercase): 2/10 Usually refers to erectile dysfunction or eating disorders, which causes a lot of confusion.

Ehlers Danlos: 8/10. Good shorthand while still knowing what’s going on.

Earers Daniel’s Syndrome: 1/10. I have only heard this once, from an ER doctor. He said it to me as he turned away from his screen (which was pulled up to the Web MD page for EDS) and proceeded to mansplain my condition to me inaccurately. At least he tried.

“Eyers Dan—“ *waves hand around*: -5/10 I’ve heard this one a lot from medical professionals. I just know I’m about to be malpracticed and am already planning the quickest way out of the situation.

Zebras: 6/10 I like the imagery, I like mascots, I like the story (when doctors are in med school they’re told “if you hear hoofbeats, think horses, not zebras” but them zebras are missed) however, I have two criticisms: a) more rare conditions are out there, and zebras technically refers to any rare diseases, not just EDS b) I feel sad when I think about how it basically calls EDS the “I was medically malpracticed disease”

EDSers: 8/10 a cute lil shorthand for “people with EDS”. Easier to explain than the zebras thing

hEDS/vEDS/cEDS/including subtypes: 7/10 I like the idea of being able to know what your subtype is and find people in your sub community, HOWEVER my only concern is that it can feel (and used for) invalidating people without a genetically confirmed subtype because of inaccessibility. I haven’t had gene testing because I can’t afford it— but I have clinically diagnosed EDS, which has been confirmed at multiple hospitals by multiple specialists. I score a 9/9 on the Brighton, meet all major criteria, and meet almost every other minor criteria for EDS on top of that. But I don’t know my subtype yet. I don’t hate/dislike people who use this term and I don’t discourage it, but I do encourage mindfulness about genetic testing accessibility and privilege of access.

Bendy disease: 10/10 a silly goofy joke I say with friends “I cannot walk up stairs on account of my loosey goosey bendy disease” which is always funny to me. Even with my serious things like “my life threatening cardiac conditions are rapidly progressing” you add “on account of my bendy disease” and bam theres my coping skill.

Ehlers: 3/10 a step in the right direction, but it sounds like “yellers” and dismisses half of the team that described the condition

“Double jointed”: 1/10 I was told my whole life until I was 18 that I was just “double jointed” for starters, it’s medically inaccurate. You’re hyper extending, subluxing, or even dislocating joints whenever you’re “double jointed” in a joint. There is not two joints there (unless you’ve had x rays and for some reason genuinely do have two joints in that spot). I honestly hate this term and it’s incredibly dismissive of the pain that happens with EDS while also making it seem like a super power that we’re encouraged to do

Contortionist: 1/10 [NOTE!!! some contortionists DO NOT have EDS and can just bend like that. Some have benign joint hypermobility. But many contortionists do have EDS.] In the context of people with EDS, I hate this term. It’s often the first thing people jump to when I explain my condition. They see my crippled ass in my wheelchair/powerchair or limping around with my cane/crutches/rollator, usually in multiple braces/supports (and thats just external noticeable-to-everyone things, let alone if you hear any aspects of my daily life) and their first thought is: “wow!! So you can entertain me like it’s a freak show!” And not “holy shit dozens of dislocations per day and countless subluxations per day must be excruciating”. I did contortions when I was younger to get praise and due to peer pressure. Fuck that noise I will not be your ugly law era freak show creepy cripple p0rn. Fuck everything to do with that actually.

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ohanny · 8 months

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dangerous romance: main couple mania ep. 1

so i love how sailom's instroduction is this is a budgeting king, in debt eating stolen rice porridge. he has a very pre-kinn broke ass porsche-chay dynamic with his brother (?) which is very sweet and also means it won't last five minutes.

oh okay so we get this ship sailing with a wall slam and a classic "do you understand my father funds your scholarship you poor piece of trash" and alksdflkfj

i know i am supposed to see sailom as the victim but he is like full on pete-ing this. he never breaks eye contact. he is like daring kanghan to escalate with his entire body and kanghan did not just go full "since you're my class mate i will be generous and forgive you if you get down on your knees" like that is a) spicy as fuck what the hell and b) going to backfire so hard

HE DID NOT JUST BOW 90 DEGREES JUST TO SPIT ON KANGHAN'S SHOES AND WALK AWAY WITH A SMIRK

he is puzzled by both sailom's actions and by what is happening inside his uniform shorts

honestly, kanghan is the villain here but i struggle to take him seriously as the bad guy because perth a) always looks like he is about five seconds away from bursting into tears and b) has bangs that form a literal heart. no matter how nasty kanghan tries to be - and he tries a lot - the inherent bitch baby-ness just shines through.

literal heart bangs what did i say

this entire car shop sequence is just pure gold for so many reasons. 1. kanghan shows up in his business leather pants looking like he walked off the set of enhypen's blessed-cursed music video and he's driving a mercedes. like honestly, with all that talk i was expecting a lamborghini. 2. sailom's boss actually like... needing some evidence instead of just bending over backwards to please a rich client 3. sailom fucking uno reversing that credit card sneak and humiliating kanghan with the smuggest lil good boy smile and THAT is why chimon is the ultimate snake-cat like he has a face made for scheming.

i am really loving sailom because he keeps his head, is really resourceful and will not take any shit. boy does not hesitate to drag this bastard for filth every chance he gets, beating kanghan in his own game without ever stepping down from the high road.

ooh, we are meeting kanghan's family and they are... both not as trash but also as trash as i expected? like i kinda thought more mafia vibes but if laws of attraction - and real life - has taught me anything it is that politicians are garbage.

on the surface his dad seems almost a jolly good fellow but the conversation with this random girl just confirmed there is something so much darker lurking under the surface. as much as it hurts to have a hyper critical parent, having one who has seemingly completely given up on you can be just as bad.

he's basically been called stupid twice in under five minutes. someone save him.

sailom will not be fooled by a shady ass phone call and neither will he leave a friend behind. this boy will not be distracted by tits with a side of toast. he is a man on a mission.

the way i gasped when i saw this court set up and i have so many questions. do the students just have a cardboard gotham in the basement or - based by the fact we see loose boxes and a shopping cart - did kanghan build this just to prove how big his dick is to sailom ???

chimon's acting is honestly a+ and he is carrying this show. the tension! the absolute rage that is bleeding through! the way he doesn't have to go big with gestures and expressions to convey everything sailom is feeling perfectly - and not just that. you know what sailom is feeling AND you can see his brain working.

kanghan, sweetie, you might want to take a moment and reflect on your obsession with getting this boy out of his clothes and making him kneel.

not gonna lie, i kinda saw this move coming because tropes but god was it satisfying :D the reactions of kanghan and sailom's friends are hilarious (10/10 i am evil tea, he totally ships it) and then the camera pans and you can see all these bystanders just standing stock still, filming giving major horror movie vibes and aaaaaaah

side notes:

i love how his best friend is just "auto." like his parents were "we are poor, naming the kid a vehicle will be fine. no need to bring brands into it."

auto's mom is an actual queen

the teachers are so fucking infuriating but also, that is kind of a sad truth? even when it's not like RICH rich people involved. like for too many adults, it is easier to it off as kids being kids and boys being boys over having to deal with the why and the parents and the drama of it all.

i was bullied in school so like this bubble tea waterboarding makes me feel some type of way? like some of the bullying is very oof-spicy-trope but a lot of it is actually cruel and i really wouldn't recommend this show to anyone who gets triggered by stuff like school violence.

#dangerous romance #dangerous romance ep 1 #kanghan x sailom #episode recap reaction whatever #this show is gonna become a guilty pleasure i can tell #can't wait to witness kanghan's journey into being pathetic

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threadsun · 8 months

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Oh for sure, in cult au Joseph is terrified of himself. He accidently killed his own father at 14, you don't just forget that shit. It's not like he even really liked his dad but Joseph's always been a good guy, even when he was in his gang he knew the shit he was doing was wrong but the praise and attention was worth it

The key thing about Joseph is that he has no spine. He needs people to like him, and he hates how fucking big he is and how easily he can bend some of the metal in his workshop. He just wants to be small and cute and loveable and yours

Fuck, he needs to belong to you so bad, he needs your praise and touch and love, but he'd never ask for it, he doesn't want to sully your purity with his blood covered hands. You have to be the one to come to him. He'd never say no to you, ever, not for money or anything, your word is law to this man and he must obey

Joseph is probably one of the most devout in your harem right next to Ian, honestly he might even surpass Ian on that front. You have to be careful about how many gifts you give him because he refuses to leave them on a shelf. This man will carry any gift you give him on his person at all times, yes I do mean anything, yes that does include stuff that's heavy as shit.

And yes, this does mean you can make him your little fashion doll if you want. Honestly he'd love to be your doll, just all tiny and cute and helpless. If you find some of those weird plants in the forest you can actually make it happen too. You'll have to get him actual doll clothes because his regular ones don't shrink with him but oh my you he loves being literally tiny so much. I might make that it's own drabble sometime...or a short fic, my love for this man knows no bounds

This was supposed to be a few sentences, where am I?

OUGHHHHHHH YESSSSSSSS JOseph deserves to be a cute lil doll who's soooooo loved and cared for and adored!!!!!!!! I love him, my favourite traumatised lad 🥺

#sunshine #cult town au

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spiritcatcher · 3 years

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Well this was dumb but it was fun XXD

I don’t often draw my characters in relation with each other height wise, but here they are. Wanted to draw them in sleepwear, then realized Loim and Merryll sleep naked and now they have something on so I don’t have to draw frontal naked people (also Tumblr wouldn’t approve) >>.<<

I cannot draw Matt and Loim in the same drawing without them hating each other apparently, oops.

Funny thing: there is nobody who identifies as female in this mess. I realized that halfway through drawing it.

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sugar-petals · 2 years

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⊹ sub!levi’s kissing style ♡

⇢ GENRE | modern au

↳ NOTE this turned out as an essay on his self-care routine if he lived in this day and age 😂 if you want to know about his 10,000 shaving methods and levi’s philosophy on chapstick, this post is for you.

words. 4.7k

warnings ⚠️ dom!reader (not specified), domestic steamy bits, making out, light corruption kink, finger sucking, STI mention, oral sex

⊹ read it on ao3

To get the obvious and seemingly trivial out of the way first. As absolutely everyone expected: Levi brushes his teeth more than just religiously. Way longer than the recommended two minutes. He just goes above and beyond. All techniques, at every angle, in every corner, because he treats his dentist’s word like the gospel. Plaque gets no chance, baby. Flossing is a must. Levi’s motto is, if you wanna do something romantic, something unromantic has to be done first. Always has a mint ready when you’re out and about together. Without his chapstick, Levi feels practically naked. Bruised or dried up lips are an absolute no-go for him, which is why he applies it as soon as he feels even the slightest bit of ruggedness. He fights his urge to bite them quite successfully. Although: He’ll let it slide when it means he can look sexy to you doing just that. He’s figured that out in two seconds. Levi has great lips to begin with. A perfect middle mark between very puffy and very slim. Feels good, and fits perfectly all over your body. He doesn’t seem like the type to get nasty, but Levi knows best how to follow some proper instructions, so.

His chapstick rule also happens to be his guideline for potential stubble. The enemy! You don’t care about a lil’ mustache situation going on, but he does: Adamantly so. Because his hair is so black and shiny, it always shows by sheer contrast. Levi’s beard growth is by no means super extreme, but he’s still paranoid about it. Other people’s body hair kind of fascinates him, but on himself? Everyone thinks he can’t grow a beard at all with the meticulous process he’s got going. With his typical ‚pure concentration‘ face, Levi Ackerman can shave on the passenger seat with you hitting 60 miles per hour. Of course, not anywhere above the speed limit — gotta obey the law at all times, unless the law is legitimate shit of course. His personal shaving laws are unbreakable, though. He has a GQ Man of The Year routine and the crisp suit fashion to back it up.

In any case, he takes all his sanitized razor items with him wherever he goes. No exception. An extremely stylish collection of bags frequently serves as his go-to cosmetic treasure chest, unless he stores his shaving lotion within the mysterious insides of his perfectly ironed tuxedo. That tux really holds an entire parallel universe of cleanliness inside of it. Levi is the most high-maintenance boyfriend on the planet, but he has his reasons, and you get them. Kissing with a beard? Completely unacceptable to him. A crime. „Only over my dead body!“. Hell, when it comes down to it, giving head? In his mind, a beard would be an absolute taboo. He would hate to scratch you in any way, considers it „especially dangerous, tch“. Levi does not like to talk smooth but he shaves smooth: Count on it.

Any friction to your face, little skin tears from negligent shaving… not on his watch. No, no, and no again. He will bend over backwards for your extra dose of comfort. He considers your face a holy ground. You frequently retort his face is the holy one, beautiful as it looks after all, and given the amount of wellness treatments it’s subjected to. Sometimes, you massage his features with some rose hip oil, well, just because. Wearing super soft gloves, of course. Levi is very well aware that you feeling up his little softie cheeks and that cute but very well-defined nose makes you go a little… wild for him. And it’s couple bonding time, touching time, you know how intimate those things are. It usually escalates into something completely unhinged anyway, since Levi is just alluring head to toe, you just wanna mount him.

Truth be told: You have a habit of being either very passionate, horny, or rough on him, or everything at once, which is why Levi will insist on banishing even the lightest 5’o’clock shadow on his perfect jaw. He considers lasering it all off, actually. He loves how there’s technology for that, and he’d pay for fast results. But since he’s noticed that you like the way his beard looks, he’ll only do the pits, and waxes his pubes anyway. This man seriously likes pain, can handle the sting, and it’s such a radical messy-to-neat method, why else would he do it. For all other emergencies, Levi is ready to trim all stray hair with an expensive chrome-plated safety razor, which tells you how seasoned he is with his upkeep. Expert skin care 5000. His face is top tier touchable from all the cleanliness that goes into it. Levi’s doing all of that like clockwork to the point where he tells you: „Just take it for granted already. I’m not gonna walk around like a fuzz ball on legs, the fuck“.

Let me tell you: That aftershave smells heavenly. He specifically consulted a barber to pick out the best balm for him. Levi could be considered a professional in the field himself, but he always looks for a second opinion. If the salon is squeaky clean and therefore trustworthy, that is. But we digress: Heavenly aftershave. Not too spiced or in any way acerbic, but woody and just right, so refreshing. Unless cleaning fluids are concerned in his kitchen, Levi hates aggressive scents that are disturbing to the nose and skin. Too harsh, too damaging, and not at all pleasant when kissing. Your man has no intent of getting high on the fumes, either. He prefers some lighter products that resemble sage and patchouli lotions rather than using a full-on cologne. Not applying it on the neck area though, because you like to bite and lick him there. It’s only for the spots that keep you on your toes. Long story short… Levi invests a lot in smelling great to you, and it works.

All that shaving and teeth brushing— And you never saw him with any chewing gum on his own accord, though. Levi thinks that’s not so classy. After you passed him a strip from your own supply, ‚cause you think chewing it looks so cool, Levi would cave in and blow some bubbles. Yes, he would. Absolutely disgruntled, but if it looks cute to you and no one else is looking, he will do things like that. Anything to make you laugh, as long as the chewing gum doesn’t get stuck on his face when it bursts since „that’s just disgusting“. You take a forever-memorizing photo of it and call it a day once Levi complains how the whole thing is tasting kind of stale. You stick with chewing it yourself, and Levi being a anti-gum representative for the most part.

Fancy lil’ man he is, he even carries a tiny stick of concealer and a special instant-tincture to get rid of any blemish, bump, or uneven spot on his face. He might have trouble sleeping sometimes, but the heavy shadows under the eyes are dealt with. Unruly brows get combed in shape with a little brush he bought, too. Having your two faces up and close when you kiss, and his brows are a messy mess? He can’t accept it. Everything needs to be taken care of and presentable, full stop. Levi is the last person to tag his weekly instagram snapshots — no, portraits — with #onfleek, but he does pay special attention by plucking them properly into his thin signature 1920’s brow lines. Stray hairs, not a chance. He thinks that’s absolutely barbaric. The bathroom mirror, Levi’s pocket mirror, and the top-of-the-ceiling passenger seat mirror are his territory. You’re checking out Levi, and Levi checks himself out. As you may have guessed, he’s not above slandering other guys who look whack and would have the opportunity to do much better. Levi is a certified gossip man, always cursing: „How could someone wear a full fucking neck beard and dare eat any food with that“. Hell hath no fury like a Levi disgusted.

Last time you went to a bar together in the hopes of spending a relaxed evening, he got so worked up he recommended a beard shampoo to the bartender himself, outraged at the state of hygiene in this establishment. Levi’s perfectionism truly knows no limit, which is why he’s one powder puff away from beating his face from ear to ear in the morning. There’s no such thing as a crooked eyeliner stroke when he gets to work. Always neatly drawing across his waterline, he has a set routine here as well and always wants to look the same. Jesus, he’s a smooth man to a fault. And believe me, the products he’s using are not cheap. He feels bad spending a lot of money on it, but would hate to settle for low quality combs and gels and exfoliants. No wonder he looks so good and put-together 24/7. Which is why Levi is kissable all around the clock. After all, he’s always preparing to be prepared. It’s sweet seeing him fuss with his little lip balm until he’s happy with the result. These lips are inviting, you can’t lie, it’s almost frustrating. In your eyes, Levi is always the best-looking man in the room, no objections.

Levi does all that grooming and moisturizing and brushing and cleansing to look extra handsome, which seriously worries you. A handsome man making himself even more handsome is a menace to your daily state of mind. What to even do when he’s so sexy and distracting head to toe. You can barely work from home without always turning your head when he walks by sweeping the floor or comes fresh out the shower (Lord have mercy). And Levi does two sets of five-minute blitz showers everyday, morning and night time. That means he’s walking around with just a towel and pristine white slippers not once but twice. You can’t just say to your eyes, come on you folks, don’t look at Levi all times of the day. That’s just not possible. He’s very much eye candy, and provokes a certain level of jealousy wherever he goes. With his latest addition to his beauty collection — insoles — he has reached a literal new height of being extremely hot. You tried to talk him out of disliking his petite stature, but kissing like this is also nice. Sure, you have to get used to the change, but it’s minimal anyway, and Levi prefers kissing when seated, hugging. Or half-lying down. Delicious.

The topic of teeth. Oh boy. Among his efforts to polish them to an unattainable ideal, and despite the fact that Levi never shows his teeth to undeserving humankind, it’s a big ole deal. Levi spends time reading up how to go about their very existence. When it comes to kissing, he wants to find out how to safely ‚use‘ them, and as far as oral sex is concerned, he wants to know how to delete them from his mouth entirely, these sharp little bastards. Levi thinks it’s kind of unfair how many parts of lovemaking involve that many risks lurking left and right. He would not bite down on your tongue even if you told him to, and Levi is generally the most obliging person ever.

He keeps on fretting and he keeps on overthinking. You finally tell Levi, first: Just ask me and not a random dudebro online article, and second: A little nibbling never killed nobody. „Yes it did,“ is how he’ll exaggerate his worries, so you end up with the only logical solution: distributing the roles. Levi doesn’t attempt any form of love bite except clamping down on his own lip sometimes, but you do. That way, things are balanced, and everyone does what they want. Your boyfriend, brilliant on the receiving end as ever, is a lot more biteable than he looks. All over, in fact, and can handle a lot of your appetite. Long as his concealer can keep up with the hickeys the next day, it’s fine, he’s okay with it. Now you know why he wears a cravat and doesn’t show any skin.

Initially, Levi was too insecure going beyond a simple, ultra chaste little peck. No tongue. No head tilts. No furious slobbering and moaning. No making out. No hand action. No out of breath stuttering. No nothing, just a little brushing of surface for basically half a second. He would often lean in with his eyes anxiously closed, waiting for something to happen. You would rise to the occasion and cup his face for a Levi-friendly forehead kiss. Which was greatly received, and had several benefits. It caught him by surprise, was harmless enough, and thus left him aching for a little more. It’s kind of funny because it really made him think, „Wait. Is that it? Did it happen already? Wasn’t that fast?“

Contrary to popular belief in his friend circle, Levi does not have a raging inner closet pervert waiting to be unleashed. He’s loving and he’s longing, but he’s not a crass lover, and most certainly not dirty. Sure, anyone is aware, he might have a direct way of talking, but in the bedroom, talk is cheap and he’s a virgin. The pervert in this relationship, that’s you. Look at you thirsting over this comely little gentleman. You can’t deny it. Corrupting, ruining, and toying with Levi is your job, as much as it is to romance him a little for good measure. He does the rest. But you do the move of pulling him on your lap to put a hand up his shirt, or to tip him over into your sheets so you can be all over him. If you want to use tongue and hear him moan, he’ll step up when the moment arises.

Levi has no clue what kind of making out would be appropriate for him to initiate, so he’s happy if you show him the way. Freshly shaved and perfumed as he is, things can’t go wrong, really. Kisses glide just so much better when there’s chapstick involved. Levi has to grow into the idea of using some lube in the future, but the prospect of sucking on your fingers just won’t leave his thoughts. You suggested it, he thinks about it. At first, he thought it was going too far. But after a good night’s sleep with the scenario in mind, it dawns on him that it could be whatever he wants. He imagines how your thumb and digit caress his lips all around, and how good that feels. He’s ashamed about his fantasy, but he has met his match. You have no qualms to spoil him, and ask him out loud what he’s been deliberating about. Seducing Levi is so gratuitous, he already feels so much that he is yours.

His own kissing style, when prompted that is, can be best described as accurate, tense, surrendered, and deeply emotional. Watch out because he will shed his tear. It’s really welling up inside Levi all day. He’s absolutely feeling it. You can hardly stick with an impersonal quickie there, Levi needs plenty of dedicated attention. Where he was only comfortable with brief and shallow contact at first, Levi is now tangled up in minute-long French style tonguing down, the absolute never-let-you-go-again kind. Your guy’s back of the pretty head will be buried in one big pillow, and Jesus Christ does he hold on tight to your sleeves. That’s the tension I was talking about. Levi’s body freezes shut in the moment to hold all the feeling, the way it is. You can tell how much suspense releases all at once. Hence the crying. That Levi is so feely and dependent, man he just has to let it out. The degree of your obsession with him is the degree of his neediness. Levi. Just. Needs. You.

Stoic in daily life, bedtime kisses Levi becomes almost helpless. That’s why repetition is your best friend. Too much variety would scare him. Slow and intentional kissing is right up your alley as a couple. The same, and the same, and the same, and the same movements follow up one another. Predictable sex is what Levi enjoys the most. So, kissing, whether it’s foreplay or aftercare or in between, is just like that at best. Which is a bit at odds with you liking to shower Levi with pleasant surprises, showing him new things, or having your way with him. Talking it out is difficult because Levi is taciturn, shy, and moody, but the body never lies. That’s the easiest form of communicating to you. No worries about it, then — you will notice when he feels self-confident enough to follow along with something. And it’s not like keeping your kissing constant is a bad thing.

The opposite is true. It really builds up and makes you feel like you’re ready to explode. The intensity is just mind-blowing. Frequently, it just leaves you speechless. Levi is not an average kisser anymore when the head tilt comes in. You teach him by example how to move his tongue back and forth or all around, and subtle ways to avoid the teeth clashing (oh my is Levi grateful about that), while at the same time having that incredible string of eye contact below some very heavy lids. You’ll be surprised at how fast his legs will wrap around you. Levi’s trusting.

The more you pin him into the mattress, the more it’s gonna feel like an absolute rush. Even if you kiss in slow motion. Levi can’t handle the absolute onslaught of hormones, so he’ll wind up a muffling and groaning mess who needs to lie down in your lap from exhaustion way afterwards. On the one hand, you love the thought of wearing him out a little, but also… you don’t want to overwhelm him entirely, my god is he susceptible to those heavy emotions, they just take over. Except either party’s passing constant gas from some very extravagant food (guess why Levi has a particular style of cooking), which would make Levi run for the hills, spooning is never a bad idea. To come back to earth and just ground this. Levi’s often dizzy. He can’t comprehend what he just witnessed. He’s impressed by you, and feels like you really managed to body talk to him like that. Kissing so deeply is a proof of love to him, and Levi himself wants to be dedicated so badly, it hurts.

In terms of oral sex, Levi is the unsurprising, undefeated authority of cleaning you up with his tongue. It’s not like he’s the most whimsical headmaster of all time so the mess won’t be extreme in the first place. Levi’s definitely on the calm and collected side in the way he moves, he’s got tunnel vision. No rush here, it’s well-thought out. But you know he’ll go the extra mile to keep you stimulated. Hands on your thighs, Levi can make this last for a whopping 30 minutes if you want to. The magic thing is, he has an uncanny ability to work with his partner’s stamina, whether it’s good or decent or non-existent. The high art of making a well-placed pause every now and then. Taking a break lifts you on that high, and it’s peak edging which Levi is all into. He knows the pleasure is better if he draws it out and makes you cum in the right moment, when you’re all fired up from minutes of Levi lip service.

Unlike with regular kissing, your boyfriend is a fast learner here. Nobody would possibly expect that, but it’s true. Once everything is nice and squeaky after a shower together, he’s confident and he’s ready for a taste. He’s picky with the kind of wash he’s using on you, but it’s what he does best: No need to crook a single finger, Levi cleans you up beforehand, all on his knees for better access. You’re worried he’ll slip or hurt his legs, so he stays rested on a soaking wet pillow with the warm rain of showerwater streaming down from overhead. He does his job, and he does it well, and off you go after towel-drying. He really takes his time. Phone switched off, and late in the day so nobody comes knocking on the door.

You’d think it would make him more antsy than kissing, but no. It’s a paradox. Not being face to face takes off the pressure and nervousness. He does what you say, and he does it with delight, but he can also figure it out on his own. Legend has it that Levi takes to the the interwebs to research some techniques to level up. Your man is not above studying an infographic. He’s tried watching videos, professional and amateur, but ended up being grossed out and bored because it’s always the same. But his main concern is: It’s not you he’s looking at, but other people’s business. And these actors are tearing each other down with hate and force which is clearly not love to him. Instead, Levi winds up reading e-books and personal blogs to see what people extract from their experience.

He’s not bombarded with sticky close-ups he’d rather not want to see, or some awkward body functions, but still gets a detailed account. Making some mental notes each time, and oh yeah he has good memory, Levi tries his best not to be naive and blue-eyed. Sex is a serious topic to him, and he knows people think oral doesn’t have to be protected, and he wants to be in the know about the do’s and don’ts way beforehand. At first, reading those things had him so flustered, and he couldn’t believe that he’s investigating all that, and typing in all of those lewd things. He still does it in secrecy, but you can tell he’s looked something up when his mouth does something it hasn’t done before.

It’s clear to you that Levi is researching all over the place, and a mysterious package that arrived some time ago contained a bunch of books. Books! Who knew, in this time and age. They stay locked in Levi’s desk until further notice. With fountain pen and red markers, Levi weeds through the pile of information after his lunch break, and compares it with the writings he searched up online. Having his own opinion and viewpoint is very important to Levi, although he obviously won’t contest a hard fact. That’s why he keeps on reading and reading. His friends think he’s an absolute nerd for knowing the pH of your cum, but just you wait. Being literate definitely shows in the sheets. We stan an educated man. Soon enough, Levi really knows what he’s doing and that’s hot. He’s figured out the sweet spots and no-go areas faster than you can say microfiber cleaning duster (his favorite household item, but we digress).

Levi really has it down, that mouth is really working some wonders. He’s not uncontrolled, and he’s not boring. He’s as focused and proper as you think he’ll be. You’ll be teasing him of licking like an absolute kitten cuz it’s true. A kitten drinking his milk is what sums it up best. For the record, though. Levi is not childish. It just looks so cat-like because his head is very small and rounded, he’s got those feline eyes, and his shiny hair really doesn’t help. He frequently ties it back so it won’t obstruct him, which is why his undercut isn’t really kept that short anymore. Gotta stay sophisticated. A steadfast hair tie is Levi’s best friend. He doesn’t mind to leave it open when you kiss in a more casual setting (he’s insanely pretty with long hair, but who didn’t anticipate that). But when it comes to doing the do, nothing should be out of place.

Levi turns up at the clinic two times a week with his sleek black car and nothing can stop him. Always testing, always check-ups. Levi knows his doctors by their first name, and knows their pets’ first names, and he has a whole blood bank of his set up there. He once ran into your impossibly slutty neighbor Eren, who promptly — and full of worry— asked you the next day if Levi is fucking someone else when you met at the garage. You said relax, Levi just looks after himself a bit more than the average person, he just picked up his PrEP today. Eren is totally bewildered as to what exactly Levi is prepping there in broad daylight. You say my God Eren you ignorant little manlet, those are pills for 99% HIV prevention. Why are you at the clinic and not requesting that, you’re fucking Armin and Mikasa.

Eren is as good as back at the doctor’s office again to catch up, and you tell Levi to give this wilding brat a pep talk some time. Cleanly as he is, STIs are just about Levi’s masters degree. He can tell you the difference between Hepatitis A, B, C, D, and E without even flinching. Eren didn’t even know that C, D, and E existed, assuming it’s a joke. You have a boyfriend to be proud of, and even if Levi overdoes it with the hygiene, sex is a good time. Recently, Levi has been requesting some seemingly naughty things from you. Turns out he just read about getting spit in his mouth. „It’s good for my immune system. Do it. Those are enzymes.“ Seriously. He’s hilarious. Whatever scientific experiment that’s supposed to be, Levi can really stick his tongue out wide for being such so correct about any sexual things. This madman doesn’t even break eye contact. You better aim well.

Being preoccupied with your spit and its benefits isn’t the only thing on Levi’s mind. He is clueing ways to keep up with your insatiable sex drive, man. Look at you touching and groping Levi whenever and wherever. PDA is restricted to hand holding and gentle kissing, but once you’re back in that car? All over him again. He’s just too tempting in his shirts and tuxes. The motto is: No reason to clean when you’re just not filthy! You wanna give Levi a reason to tidy himself up back at home. It’s no fun otherwise, and looking at him alone makes you want to act like a born degenerate. Geez, be honest. You want to strip him of his high and mighty morals, and strip him off that cravat to look at the marks you’ve been leaving, too. Levi knows he signed up for a possessive partner and has no problem with the fact that his ass is faithfully owned.

The life of sin and depravity, baby. This honey boy just looks far too good. His latin dancer body just provokes utter debauchery, legs legs legs, shoulder shoulder shoulder, waist and more waist. Oh my god, he’s the entire menu. Levi is so small and nimble, while at the same time being stable, you can twist and turn him around to your liking all day. Any pose will do while you’re kissing, your man is flexible to an extreme. Although nobody will ever catch him, Levi can do the splits and break his back having his toes touch the back of his head. But let’s not talk too much about his arch — this post is about things he can do with his lips. So. Whether it’s cuddling kisses or heated kisses, Levi is gonna mold himself into your arms.

He’s not picky where he’ll kiss your face, but he likes to do it one at a time. No messy shit. Purposeful is the word. Levi wants to savor the moment. Fuck sloppy, he needs goosebumps. Levi is one desperate romantic and a bit of a relationship scaredy cat: Let him have his pace. He has a habit of nodding himself into a rhythm. You can count on both these hands being wrapped around you very tightly. Levi’s not immune to romance, long as nobody else knows how you kiss each other.

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depressedhatakekakashi · 2 years

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A Friends Gift

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For: @sage-quinn-itani

Disclaimer: Quinn and Itani do not belong to me. they are the creation of @sage-quinn-itani beautiful mind and I just borrowed them for a lil fic

Snow coated every visible inch of the world around Itani. A stark difference from the lush green forests he had grown used to around Konoha. With every step he took, snow crunched under his feet. Every direction he looked, it fell from tree branches and decorated mountain tops off in the distance. In sixteen years of life, Itani was certain he had never seen a place more beautiful than the Land of Iron.

Even if he couldn’t step foot inside of the borders to purchase top-quality weapons for his sister, he could at least visit once in a while for a good view and an escape from the busy life of a shinobi. Even just a few minutes of peace was well worth the days of journeying he had to make out here.

The company wasn’t too bad either.

“What are you reading?” Leaning over his spot, Itani craned his neck to look at the book in the other man’s hand, grumbling when it was snatched away from the sight before he could even catch a glimpse of the title. “Come on, if you’re going to ignore me you can at least tell me the book you’re ignoring me for.”

“I’m not ignoring you,” the Samurai assured him, keeping the book out of his line of sight. “I can read and keep an eye on you at the same time.”

“Right,” settling back into his spot on the ground, Itani sighed. The Land of Iron was beautiful, but he still wished he was allowed past the border. All he wanted was a few weapons for Quinn, why was that so bad? “Anything interesting in that book?”

“You’re not going to let it go, are you?” Shaking his head, Itani watched as the Samurai brought the book back into view, even holding it out towards him so he could see it better. “I’m not having another spar, so you get this instead.”

A peek at an old book wasn’t the same as another shot at seeing the Samurai in action, but Itani knew better than to argue. The man was dedicated to his job and a fight was distracting. If he missed something because he was preoccupied with Itani he may never allow the Shinobi to visit him again. It wasn’t a risk worth taking.

So instead, Itani focused his attention on the book. Taking in the worn, faded cover with a bend in the crease that told stories of a well-read book. A treasure kept near and dear to the Samurai’s heart.

“A History of Konoha,” the title caught him by surprise. To find a Samurai reading a book about a Shinobi village was unheard of. A person raised in an isolationist country, immersing himself in the history of land he would never see. It just didn’t make sense. “Where-”

“A gift,” it’s the only answer he receives, and somehow it’s enough. If he was a friend of the dutiful Samurai watching the borders of his home, surely there were others. Shinobi was respectful enough to follow the laws of the Land of Iron and stay outside of their borders, but interested enough in the whispered tales of the White Wolf that they hung around. Attempted to learn something about the man who could slice deep into his enemy’s bodies with a blade infused with White Light Chakra. “I’d say you could read it, but I don’t think you’d find it all that interesting.”

“Well, you could tell me something about it,” Itani offered, a soft smile on his face. “Oh, like who’s your favourite Hokage? I’m going to guess Lord Fourth, though I think Lord Second might be a close second. You seem to have a similar ‘take no shit’ attitude,” he dared to chuckle at his own words. “Come on, Samurai-san. Who’s your favourite?”

“Lord Fourth?” With his answer received, Itani prepared to talk about the Legendary Fourth Hokage, a user of the Flying Thunder technique. “This book only goes up to the Third Hokage.”

Itani’s brain came screeching to a halt.

A book that only went to the Third Hokage, it didn’t make any sense to Itani. In fourteen years since the Kyuubi’s attack on Konoha there had been no new books on Konoha’s history introduced into the Land of Iron? Was it such an isolationist country that they didn’t even allow new books in past their borders? If so, how had someone even managed to get their hands on an old copy of Konoha’s history to gift it to a Samurai?

There were so many questions running through his mind, but all of them quickly washed away with the tap of a finger against his nose. “Pay attention,Itani,” the Samurai whispered, his attention focused towards the north. “There’s company. Make yourself scarse.”

Knowing better than to argue with the Samurai, Itani gathered up his things and left. On his way out he couldn’t help but notice some hounds running through the snow. Not a single one of them payed him any mind, darting past him and straight for the Samurai.

Whatever danger was coming, he was certain the Samurai could handle himself. He wasn’t one to admir anyone who couldn’t handle themselves in a battle, and the Samurai had more than proven himself a capable warrior the one time Itani had clashed with him. There was a reason Itani liked to hang around in the Land of Iron knowing he would never be allowed inside of the boarders. That reason was the Samurai who so diligently watched the boarder. Never wavering from his job, no matter what he was faced with.

Konoha was beautiful when winter rolled around. With a light dusting of snow on the roof tops and just enough on the ground to create an adequate snowball to pelt Quinn in the back of the head with, Itani couldn’t complain. It wasn’t as beautiful as winter in the Land of Iron, but that was one area he figured the Samurai would always have Shinobi beat in.

“ Hey, Tani,” a finger prodded him in the side, forcing his attention onto Quinn as she bounced in her spot, wound up with more energy than her body could ever hope to contain. “Come on, I thought we were going to Ichiraku’s for lunch. Why are you dragging your feet?”

“I’m not dragging my feet,” smacking her hand away from him, he rolled his eyes when she stood there glaring at him. “I was just thinking…”

“About your Samurai?” Quinn teased. “Gosh, you really are hooked on that hero worship, arn’t you? I didn’t think it was possible, but you went and found someone you admire. It’s impressive.”

“Like you’re one to talk,” he huffed. “You’re Gai-san’s number one fan. Just seeing him in person turns you into a puddle of goo.”

“That’s not- shut up!” her hand came down on his shoulder hard, causing him to yelp while jumping a few feet back. “I do not turn into a puddle of goo!”

Preparing a perfect comeback in his mind, Itani opened his mouth to respond when something in the corner of his eye caught his attention. Forgetting all about his current argument with Quinn, he focused on the object.

A small book on display in the shop they were standing beside. Nothing special in look, but he understood immediately why his brain had picked it out among everything in the street. The title.

Konoha: A History.

The same title of the book the Samurai had been reading, but a new copy.

“Tani?” Quinn waved a hand in front of his face, frowning when he grabbed her wrist. “Hey.”

“I’ll meet you at Ichiraku,” he promised, stepping past her and heading straight for the book. “I just have to do something really quick.” Sounds of protest followed him on his way to the small shop, but he paid them no mind. Quinn would forgive him, and probably tease him, when he explained himself later. First, he had to get the book.

A gift, just like the one his hero already carried around him. Except this gift would be much newer, and from Itani.

He only hoped it was something the older man would like.

Itani wasn’t sure how long he had been holding onto the book for. Life had gotten in the way, demanded so much of his attention. For months a trip to the Land of Iron was simply out of the question, but finally, there was an opening. A chance for him to make a quick getaway and visit the Samurai. With his gift in hand, Itani made his way to the snow-filled fields.

Just as beautiful as the last time he had visited, he looked around in awe at the freshly fallen snow. Not a hint of mud or water in sight for miles, the unpleasant summers his friend had spoken of long gone and replaced by a new layer of winter.

Coming to the border, he tilted his head when he was greeted by a pug dog instead of the Samurai. “I’m guessing he’s off doing other work,” he sighed to himself. “All this walking for nothing.”

“Not nothing,” Itani just about crawled out of his skin when he heard the Pug speak to him. “If you have a message, I can deliver it.”

“You- since when…”

“Always,” the pug huffed. “I just try not to around Shinobi. Samurai aren’t known for their summons.”

“Summons?” Itachi frowned, mulling over the word for a moment before a realization hit him. “You mean, you’re a summoning animal? Like a Shinobi’s summon?” The only answer he got was a short, quick nod of the Pug’s head. “Wow…I didn’t think…”

The Land of Iron’s White Wolf had Summons. A Samurai, using Shinobi Jutsu’s to call up Animal Summons. There wasn’t much Itani knew of the Land of Iron, though he was certain Animal Summons was not a common occurrence within the borders.

Pushing aside his questions, for the time being, he stuffed his hand into his pouch and took out the book. “I have something for him,” he explained, kneeling in front of the Pug and holding the book out towards him. “Do you think…I know you’re busy but would you be able to give it to him?”

Stepping forward, the Pug gave the book a quick sniff. “Mmm, seem’s fine,” he grunted, sitting down in his place. Put it in the bag on my back and I’ll make sure he gets it.” Doing as he was told, Itani reached over and carefully unzipped the small back strapped across the Pug’s back and placed the book inside. Once it was in, he zipped the bag back up and stood once more.

It was a little sad to think he had made the journey all this way and would be unable to stay, but if the Samurai he had gotten to know wasn’t around it meant there might be someone else coming by soon. Someone far less forgiving of his presence.

“Thank you,” he waved towards the pug. “I’ll be back soon, I promise.” No matter what he had to do, he would make it back for another visit before the end of the season.

“Mmm, I do not doubt that,” glancing over his shoulder, the pug sighed. “Get out of here, kid. I’ll make sure he knows you visited.”

With that promise in mind, Itani turned away from the border and started on his journey back home. A long journey that felt a lot more empty without a few hours in his hero’s company, but a journey he would gladly make knowing his gift would reach its destination.

Jumping up onto the bed beside Kakashi, Pakkun grunted when the man set a hand down on his head. “How are you feeling, pup?”

“Like shit,” Kakashi chuckled, immediately regretting the laughter when his body screamed in protest. “Just…a little wounded.”

“You were hit by an avalanche,” Pakkun reminded him, digging his front paws into the bed to make a comfortable spot for himself. “Of course, you’re wounded. Anyone would be,” satisfied with his work, the Pug settled into his spot and sighed when Kakashi began to scratch him behind the ear. “You had a visitor.”

“Oh?”

“That Shinobi kid, Itani,” Pakkun continued. “He left something with me for you. It’s in the bag.” Once the words had left his mouth, Kakashi removed his hand from Pakkun’s head to retrieve the gift, humming when the Pug glared up at him.

“I’ll continue in a second,” Kakashi promised as he unzipped the bag. Retrieving the small book that Itani had tucked away inside, he couldn’t help but smile when he saw the title. “Of course…”

“Something interesting?” Bisuke sat up by Kakashi’s left leg and jumped forward, sniffing the book with excitement. “What is it?”

“Konoha: A history,” the Title fell from his lips with familiarity, and was immediately met with a chorus of groans from the Hounds. “Including the fourth and fifth Hokage.”

“Fifth?” Shiba lifted his head off of Kakashi’s leg. “There’s a fifth already?”

“I guess so,” turning the book over, he began to read the summary on the back. “Not so boring now, Is it?” A week. That was how long the doctor had told him he had to rest. With his Master, Father, and San all watching over him, Kakashi had no doubt he would be getting every second of rest he required.

Thankfully, he had a new book to keep him occupied.

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deans-baby-momma · 3 years

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Truth or Dare-Part 8/20

Summary: The Winchester sibling trio has been through so much in the last decade. From the night of their parents’ 30th wedding anniversary party where Sam and Dean eased Y/N from her innocence to Sam becoming a happily married lawyer with a kickass nurse of wife to the three of them now living in the same town they grew up in under the same roof where each of them came of age. Y/N is a working mother of three, her days spent helping the townsfolk make proper and suitable financial decisions while bustling about escorting her two oldest to school and her youngest, Mary Ellen, to daycare; Dean’s garage is the premiere body shop for classic restorations and car maintenance; people from other state’s bring their vehicles to them to be repaired. Business at Winchester Wheels is booming; Sam is the legal council for Winchester Wheels and has been since he moved back home almost 5 years ago. He has his work cut out for him dealing with the people Dean pisses off and threatens to sue the garage on at least a monthly basis.

After one lust-filled night, the siblings become more than family. They become lovers. The three of them, together and separately.

One big loving family.

So when Y/N’s boss calls for her to take a much needed vacation, the six of them hit the road. What will happen? Will it bring them closer together or break them apart?

W/C: 1556

Warnings: talk of body changes, SMUT, fluff, Sammy being “saucy”

I would be lying to say the idea of being Dean's one and only, to know that he was bound to me, isn't enticing and exhilarating.

Although, even now we are already practically a married couple. We basically live together; he hardly ever goes to his apartment and never sleeps there. He is in my bed, snuggled up to me each and every night. We raise our children together, making sure all their needs are met. We have sex. Sure sometimes Sam is involved but there are times when Dean and I get some one-on-one time. And let me tell you, as passionate as it is with both of my brothers, when it is just Dean and I, it's more sensual, more intimate.

So, yea I let jealousy get its claws in me tonight and that monster made me believe that I wasn't enough for Dean. I'm such an idiot.

"I'm sorry," I say quietly, looking down at my lap. "I got jealous."

I look up at my lover through my lashes and see the smirk on his face. Cocky bastard!

"Don't be so smug asshole," I tell him but the sides of my lips lift. "It hurt. I thought you were tired of me or that I wasn't enough."

"You will always be enough for me and I will never, ever tire of you," he tells me as he slides off the bed to the floor and walks on his knees to me. "Lisa was exactly what you called her, a whore. Hell, her pussy has probably been fucked by so many dicks, it'd feel like a hot dog in a hallway."

I couldn't help but laugh at his analogy. Dean Winchester sure had a way with words sometimes.

"You're probably right. What about mine?" I ask, feeling those desires creeping back up my body. "I'm sure I'm not as tight as I used to be. I have pushed three humans out of it."

Dean smiles up at me and lifts his hand, pushing my hair behind my ear.

"Baby girl, your pussy feels exquisite. Squeezes my dick just right. They, uh, they shrink back after you give birth. Not right away, but eventually."

"What?" I laugh. "How the hell do you know that?"

Dean blushes and clears his throat. "I might have done some research when you were pregnant with Isabella. I wanted to know what I should expect."

"So I'm still tight?"

"Well not as tight as before you gave birth, but baby you fit my cock like a glove. Sammy too. Hey, we talk!" he defends at my raised eyebrow. "We don't always just talk shop at work. I know about what happened when you tried…."

"Okay. Okay," I cut him off, feeling embarrassed about the time Sam and I 69'ed the first time. I actually tried to deep-throat Sam and actually ended up puking on him instead. The man's dick was lengthy!

"Y/N?" Dean says as he looks into my eyes. "Can I please make love to you now?"

I nod and breathe out, "Yes. Please."

Dean puts his hand on the back of my neck and pulls me down, capturing my mouth. He immediately requests access that I grant it by parting my lips for his tongue to snake through.

I can already feel my clit tingling as I squirm on the chair, trying to find some friction. Putting his hands on my hips he stills my fidgeting; his tongue battling against mine.

He pulls me from the chair and I land on his thighs as he sits back on his heels.

“Can’t wait to get inside you,” he whispers against my lips.

“Can’t wait to cum on your dick,” I reply.

Dean pulls my legs to wrap around his waist and somehow manages to stand up from the floor with my body wrapped around his. I squeak and curl my arms around his neck as I deepen the kiss.

He lays me gently back on the bed, never breaking the connection as he lays right beside me, his hand running up and down my body, squeezing periodically.

We slowly work at undressing one another and when we are both bare, he takes no time in taking his spot between my thighs.

“I love everything about you Y/N,” he tells me, looking into my eyes. “I love your voice, your laugh, the way you walk, the way you talk. I love watching the way you take care of my children, the way you take care of me and Sammy. I couldn’t imagine anyone else I’d want to do any of that with.

“You have had my heart since I was 16 years old and realized how I felt about my little sister. It might be wrong but it felt so right. Now,” he continues after bending down and pecking a kiss on my lips. “I’m going to enjoy fucking you into this mattress because I really love doing that.”

“Go for it,” I respond and promptly turn my head to the side, burying my face in the pillow and screaming as Dean slams into me. He is fully sheathed and throbbing inside my pussy and it feels so good. So good!

“Move! Move! Dammit Dean, MOVE!”

Dean obeys and begins a hard and fast pace, pumping into me over and over. His grunts are just as loud as my moans and whines.

“Fuck! Baby girl, this pussy will be the death of me. Goddamn, it’s so tight; squeezing my dick so good. Oh, you’re close aren’t you? You gonna cum on my dick? Yea you are. Come on. Cum all over my cock. Let me feel you. Let go.”

A sharp thrust causes the tip of his dick to hit that one good spot inside and I see stars! I cum so hard that I think I forget how to breathe, how to do anything, as my climax rushes through my body and releases around him.

“Fuck, Y/N. You squirted all over me,” Dean says in awe. Once I get my bearings back, I become aware of just how wet it is down there. The squelching sound as he keeps thrusting into me is heard throughout the room, along with the slapping of wet skin.

Dean’s pace begins to falter and I know he is close to his own orgasm. “Fill me up Dean. Put all that cum in my pussy. I want to feel it leaking out of me for days. Come on, cum inside me, all over me, wherever you want. Mark me as yours!”

Dean growls. He growls like a bear right before he wraps his arms around my back, causing me to arch. His hips are going at a maniacal speed as he grunts and pants in my ear.

“Oh shit!” he exclaims, as he pushes in as far as he can, his whole dick inside my cavern as he throbs and spurts and spews; his cum splashing against my walls and filling me to the brim.

We lay on the bed, still joined for what seems like hours. Dean’s dick softens inside of me but he doesn’t move. His body on top of mine keeps me grounded and I lay there and think about what happened tonight.

Dean and I had our first official date as a couple, he took me to a nice buffet and then at the bar he tried to impress me by breaking the record on a mechanical bull. I got jealous and went off on some bitch who was trying to flirt with him, to us coming back and him professing his undying, unyielding love for me and telling me he wished I could be his wife!

I get pulled from my reminiscing as Dean pulls out of me with a squelch. I immediately feel his cum running out of me and down my ass to the sheets. Dean looks down and smiles.

“I love seeing you pour my cum,” he says then hops up and goes to the bathroom, returning with a damp washcloth. He cleans me up and then wipes himself off before throwing the rag back into the bathroom.

We climb into bed together and he pulls me close; my head on his chest and his arm wrapped around me. Our hands join on his abdomen and we just lay there, cuddled together.

“I’ll try not to get jealous again,” I whisper and kiss his skin.

“I like it when you’re jealous,” he says. I raise my head and look at him, confused. “Shows that you do care, you do love me. And it leads to some ah-mazing sex!”

We laugh and I return to laying on his chest. “I have to agree there.”

When we do finally doze off, we are closer than ever before.

There is a knock on the door between the two rooms way too early for my liking, but I can tell by the impatient rapping it is RJ, ready and raring to go.

Dean and I get dressed before opening the door and rejoining our family. Sam gives us both knowing grins, which I later find out is because he heard us fucking and actually jacked off to the sounds.

Thankfully the kids all slept through it all. That would be a terrible way to start a vacation!

A/N: Lil fun fact for you. The analogy Dean uses for Lisa is something my brother-in-law said once and it kinda just stuck with me. He was an idiot. R.I.P.

@lostinaseaoffictionalbliss @spnbaby-67 @tftumblin @sea040561 @delightfullykrispypeach @larajadeschmidt13 @atc74 @vicariouslythruspn @squirrelnotsam @death-unbecomes-you @sandlee44 @blacktithe7 @hoboal87 @mogaruke @deanwanddamons @onethirstyunicorn @supraveng @deandreamernp @akshi8278

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logicgunn · 3 years

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🌝 🧠 💻 💭 🖊

🌝 Who is one character you haven’t yet written for that you would like to?

Oh, oh, oh, Lindsey Novak! I love her to bits. I just hadn't found a good place for her yet in a fic. She might end up debuting in my Serial Killer fic...

Also, I want to do more of the Rodney & Daniel reluctant friends dynamic. I touched on it in We Have A Situation and I'm intrigued.

🧠 What’s an idea you have that you can’t quite call a WIP yet?

I have a fic idea written down involving the South Atlantic Anomaly. Rodney's a researcher at the Tristan da Cunha Observatory, and John's the military liaison sent there to keep him on task. Or maybe to rescue him? Bad shit happens, they kiss, the end. lol

💻 Do you do research for your fics? What’s the deepest dive you’ve done?

I research literally everything and agonise over the small details for weeks. Even when I have to bend the laws of physics to get them to stick. Actually, especially when I have to bend the laws of physics to get them to stick.

As for the deepest dive? Pretty much all the prepper research for The Long Dark. There are some very compelling arguments to have a bunker. I asked my wife if we could have a Bug Out Bag, but she said "No." so that was the end of that.

💭 What is a headcanon you have about your own work?

I don't have any, but my wife has a headcanon that J and R get rescued in The Long Dark...

🖊 Post a snippet from a current WIP.

“This had better be the most important call you’ve made in your life!”

“Hey Rawdney.”

“John?! What the hell are you doing calling me at this hour?”

“Was just thinking about you.”

“Think- are you nuts? This is a monitored line you- wait. Are you drunk?”

“Lil bit.”

“Are you driving?!”

“Yep.”

“Are you suicidal? Wait, don’t answer that. Here’s what I want you to do. Check your mirror, and when it’s safe pull on to the shoulder.”

“Okee dokee.”

#Asks

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pastelninjaimagines · 4 years

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Fast Lane | Tomura Shigaraki x reader

Summary: You convince Tomura to go on a little outing outside of town, however Kurogiri is unavailable to warp you there, leaving the only option to drive. And ofc Tomura wants to be the one to drive...even though he’s never been behind a wheel before irl. You may have to give him some pointers.... (I had the idea while driving the other day that Tomura likely does not know how to actually drive a car, and then this lil ficlet popped out haha)

“Tomuraaaa,” you hugged Tomura Shigaraki from behind as he sat at the bar, “can we go here?” You thrusted your phone in front of his face.

“Huh?” He took it carefully in his hand, liking the warmth that your arm brought draped around his shoulders. Displayed on the screen in front of him was an article about a festival outside of the city. “What’d you wanna go there for?”

“It looks like fun! C’mon, it’s summer, the weather’s great…let’s get outta here and go do something!”

He blinked at you, turning his head to the side so he could get a good look as he put the phone down on the bar’s counter. Those puppy dog eyes in combination with the pouty lips gave him pause. It was a one-two hit combo that always k.o’d his resilience. “Look, I don’t mind going I guess. But Kurogiri’s out on an important mission.”

“We don’t need to bother Kurogiri! It’s not like we need a babysitter.”

“Uhhhh, then how’re we getting there, genius?”

You shrugged, slinking your arms from around his shoulders and going behind the bar, bending down and pulling out a chilled glass, filling it with some ice and soda. “We can just drive. I know that’s a more boring way than traveling via warp gate, but ya know it could be fun! A lil’ road trip and a summer festival. Can’t get much better.”

“No. We can just stay here. Play some games, I dunno…fuck around.”

“Oh, but we can do that any old time! C’mon, the festival’ll be fun, I swear!”

He deadpanned. “Gimmie an actual reason. Otherwise I got no reason to go. Fun isn’t tempting enough.”

You leaned across the counter to be nose-to-nose with Tomura. “If I promise to do whatever you want later, will that change your mind?”

Smirking, he said, “Now you’ve got my attention. Don’t regret it later.”

Together you were walking down the street towards the car which was parked a few blocks down from the bar. Shigaraki was slinking next to you, hands deep in the pockets of his sweatshirt. You got out the keys from your pocket and were about to head for the driver’s seat when he said, “I wanna drive.”

“Okay, sure,” you tossed him the keys and he caught it, letting them dangle between his thumb and forefinger.

You both got in and he started the ignition. And sat there.

“Tomu…are you gonna go?”

“Yeah…gimmie a sec.” He was looking around, a hand tentatively on the steering wheel and the other on the shift. He looked out the passenger’s window and then fiddled with the rearview mirror unnecessarily, mind working, and then jerkily shifted the car into drive. Without looking, he pulled into the lane and immediately a car beeped at you as he cut them off.

You began fiddling with the radio as you eyed Tomura. He cut off another car as he sped down the street, nearly blowing a light. His movements were jerky and the he hit the break hard. The hard stop made your hand fly out in front of you, gripping the dash. A sneaking suspicion began to bloom in your mind. Both of his hands were on the steering wheel, his knuckles white from the overbearing grip. He tapped the wheel with one finger as he stared down the light, willing it to change. And once it did, he floored the gas. Your hand was hanging onto the door handle as if that would keep you stationary as he took a harsh right turn, making the tires screech.

“Tomu, you’re driving like this is GTA!” you laughed nervously, knowing how much he played the game in reference.

He shrugged, his body visibly tense as he changed lanes, cutting off another car narrowly missing colliding with them and earning another beep. “Can’t you change the music? I hate that poppy radio shit, just connect my phone.”

As you unlocked Tomura’s phone and pressed shuffle on his playlist, you asked as nonchalantly as possible, “Did Kurogiri teach you to drive?”

“No.”

This brought pause, making you blink. “Then who the hell taught you?”

“Look, I know how to drive! Do you know how many hours I’ve put into GTA? And you can’t come close to me in Mario Kart.”

“Please tell me that this is not the first time you’re behind an actual wheel?” You said slowly, your words very measured and even as your eyes went wide, staring at the congested lane ahead as he once again had to hit the breaks hard, bringing the car to a jerky stop.

“So what if it is?” He said defensively.

“Oh. My. God….and I’m the fool who gave you the fucking keys!”

“Why would I have ever driven before? That’s what I have Kurogiri for…and look, I wanted to try it!”

“That poor man has no life of his own.”

Tomura glared at you. “You’re the one that wants to go to this damn festival outta town! I could just dust this fucking car and we won’t go at all.”

“Don’t take your eyes off the road! Look…it’s fine to try it out, but it’d be bad if we got pulled over or if you hit someone. Lemme just give you some pointers, okay?” When he glared at you again, his eyes narrowed to little lethal slits, you hastily added, “You’re doing really great! I just wanna help is all!”

“Fine whatever,” he spat out, eyes turning back to the road.

“Okay, so put your hand a little lower,” you reached over and guided his hand carefully down the steering wheel, “it’ll be more comfortable that way. And when you change lanes, look out your side mirror, don’t just do it. You’ve almost hit two cars like that.”

“You’ve almost hit two cars,” he said in a higher-pitched, mocking voice. “They weren’t even close!”

The GPS called out for him to turn. “Okay, you’re gonna wanna slow down and roll into the turn since you have the green light. You were taking the turns a little fast before,” you put gently.

He rolled his eyes. “They were fine!” But he took his foot off the gas and the turn was smoother.

“That was a lot better!”

Smriking, his body seemed to relax as he leaned back in his seat. “I’ve been told I’m a fast learner.”

“Mmmm, I’m sure by loads of people.”

“Hey be grateful! I could just turn the wheel to dust and we’d be doing what I want.”

“You’re enjoying driving too much to do that.”

“Semantics.” And he blew a red.

Your eyes popped. “I think you did that on purpose! You actually gotta stop at reds, Tomura!”

He snorted, “Yeah, okayyy. You think I’m gonna follow traffic laws?”

You shook your head, unable to contain a laugh. “It’s your way or the highway, I guess.”

“Now you’re getting it! Remember I can turn this party right back around.

“This is gonna end in a fucking car chase. Not sure why I’m surprised.”

“Where’s the fun if we don’t break a few rule?” As he said that, he cut off another car, but this time you did catch him checking his mirror. He just chose to be an asshole.

Little victories had to be acknowledged. “I’ll admit you are getting better.”

He turned onto the freeway, and swerved in and out of lanes until the road was clear and he could speed down, the speedometer pushing past 70, then 80, then began pushing close to 100. “Okay, this is kinda fun.”

“I’m gonna have to close my eyes and brace myself when you try to park,” you sighed. “And forget reversing. We’re gonna get into a fender-bender by the end of the day.”

Tomura shrugged. “Semantics.”

#shigaraki tomura #shigaraki x reader #bnha #my hero academia #mha

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vancilocs · 3 years

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2-10 21-27 34-38 for karma and goose?

a businesswoman and a relentless dumbass

2. How easy is it for your character to laugh?

Among friends, pretty easy. At work, with enough money. With people she's not good friends with she'll smile but not laugh easily.

Really easy, easiest joke will do it. However also does a nervous laugh, so if he's uneasy he will chuckle abt it

3. How do they put themselves to bed at night (reading, singing, thinking?)

Have something to help her sleep, do a calming facemask, listen to calming music, meditate a lil, put on an eyepatch and go to bed. Knocked out pretty soon

Thinks about if pigeons have feelings for a long while before he falls asleep

4. How easy is it to earn their trust?

Not very easy, she's wary of especially those she meets at work. Also depends on your age and gender, trusts old men the least

He's not super trusting right off the bat, but he's friendly and gaining the trust from then on is fairly easy

5. How easy is it to earn their mistrust?

Pretty easy, do something that slights her and she will remember forever and make it hard to regain any trust

If trust has been gained, he usually needs someone to point out there's something up to start being mistrustful. If just met, it's easier for him to feel like there's something wrong

6. Do they consider laws flexible, or immovable?

Very flexible, she avoids breaking them outright and specializes in just finding ways to either bend them or find legal ways to screw someone up

He doesn't deal with law much, but they should be flexible, like if someone is hungry and a food vendor would be throwing that bread away anyways where's the harm in getting that bread

7. What triggers nostalgia for them, most often? Do they enjoy that feeling?

Old music from her childhood, doing anything desk job adjacent like budgeting or even seeing an excel spreadsheet

Flavors from around where he grew up, sometimes hearing seagulls it reminds him of how it was to listen to them when he was small

8. What were they told to stop/start doing most often as a child

Start smiling more, stop doing your classmates' homework for money

Sit down and read more books, stop stuffing yourself into nooks and crannies in the coast rocks you're gonna get stuck

9. Do they swear? Do they remember their first swear word?

She swears quite a lot, doesn't really remember the first time

Doesn't swear too much but still does, got a scolding from his first swear word so yes he remembers

10. What lie do they most frequently remember telling? Does it haunt them?

The most common lies are "yes, that feels good" or "you're so amazing" or "I love you" and she doesn't think twice about saying them

Either "oh I get it" or then a sadder "it's ok" when someone's rude to him, he's a lil sad abt it but the trick is to just avoid people who are rude to you

21. Why do they get up in the morning?

Has a job to do, has friends she loves to hang out with, she looks hot and wants people to see her, has vengeance to exact

Lots of things to see and pretty rocks to hunt and husband to kees

22. How does jealousy manifest itself in them (they become possessive, they become aloof, etc)?

She gets short-tempered and passive-aggressive, kinda possessive too, doesn't wanna say what's bothering her when asked

He gets kinda sad, like... you like hanging out with them? It's ok it's fine you go on ahead tell me when you're free so we could maybe hang out then later

23. How does envy manifest itself in them (they take what they want, they become resentful, etc)?

Kinda pissy for a moment but then she thinks she's too good for that and gives herself what's needed to not feel envious anymore

He's not really envious much, at most it's like "that seems really cool..." in a wistful way, but he moves on quick and even quicker if he's allowed to have some too. I think the biggest source of envy is feeling dull and inadequate -> finding a conch that gave him some magic powers too

24. Is sex something that they’re comfortable speaking about? To whom?

She's very comfortable with it, in a suitable conversation, with anyone who gives their consent, she talks about it Gabe all the time, her flirting is very sexual, you'll find out her favorite position before you find out her age

Not really? Those conversations are only with Elk

25. What are their thoughts on marriage?

She doesn't have any specific desire to get married, is totally fine never getting married, might change her mind with the right partner but it's not important to her

It's wasn't like a super important life goal but he does love being married and was so happy to do it, wouldn't change it for the world

26. What is their preferred mode of transportation?

If she goes anywhere, it's in the back of a limo

Feet or carried by husband

27. What causes them to feel dread?

Cops in her establishment, rude patrons threatening her workers

The feeling that he fucked up real bad and caused other people harm

34. How hard is it for them to shake a sense of guilt?

Depends. Small lies, crimes, making someone a lil pissed she will brush off easily, but if innocents get hurt or are in danger she will feel kinda guilty (and then do something about it, after that she will wash her hands of it because she did what she could)

Very hard, he's been constantly guilty for things so it's a feeling he really hates and wants to get rid of immediately

35. How do they treat the things their friends come to them excited about? Are they supportive?

She's supportive, might not understand what they're excited about but she's willing to listen, ayoooo we'll drink to that

Very excited and supportive and encouraging, that's so great, that sounds so cool, that's amazing I can't wait to see

36. Do they actively seek romance, or do they wait for it to fall into their lap?

She's wary about romance at the moment, deliberately shields herself and uses her job to just get what she needs out of other people, if someone wants to try they're welcome to.

He's seeking friends more, romance kinda has to be initiated to him for him to get it but after that if he's interested, he will show it.

37. Do they have a system for remembering names, long lists of numbers, things that need to go in a certain order (like anagrams, putting things to melodies, etc)?

She has secure apps to remember passwords and such, some long numbers she remembers through short melodies. Gabe is the one who coins passwords from Bible passages

He doesn't remember shit. Not a fuck.

38. What memory do they revisit the most often?

Remembering being dumped and thrown out gives her the right dose of righteous anger to get through her day

Nice ones, cuddles, weddings, kisses

#heh both go by nicknames #long oc thing

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ladyshandioftheendless · 4 years

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Baby Demon

@ashestoashesvvi has done it again ya’ll!! A Demon origin story we never knew we needed~ I love him being such an adorable little terror~ >3 Um..slight infant abuse warning.. ^^;

“You don’t have to go.” He told her surrounded by the low lighting of the lava pits, “The eggs are supposed to hatch tonight, I thought you would’ve liked to see your first born before we claim heritage to all the little hatchlings.”

Why did she have to go? Why did she have to leave to go on patrol? His mentor was the only female demon to leave with patrol, all the others were either too young, or wanted to stay and watch the eggs hatch, find their own children and hold them for a moment before having to claim parentage to them all. It was their law, and as soon as a demon was hatched, it became a part of one big family rather than single family units.

The dark haired demon ducked his head and placed his hands on top of his head as silent tears streamed down his cheeks. He had tried to talk her out of it, but she promised she’d be back before the hatching took place.

He let his mentor go, and she smiled at him as she stretched up and wrapped her arms around his neck, her huge black wings moved from her shoulders to wrap around his armor covered torso as one hand started gently stroking his black and silver streaked hair, “Oh, Blackie… You’re such a child, even now after two hundred years.” she breathed out as he moved his own arms and wings around her, his hand cupping her head gently.

“Be good, I’ll be back.” he heard her whisper to him, and he smiled softly.

“Like I’ll ever be good.” He laughed.

The demon suppressed a sob as he grit his teeth and shook his head in disbelief; his mentor had left with five of their brothers to patrol the upper limits of the pit where they were ambushed by rogue mages looking to harvest their blood for their dark rituals and spells.

Five of their kind, dead.

His mentor, one of them.

One of his demonic brothers had escaped with magical burns, and his wings torn. He ran as fast as he could to reach him, where he collapsed on the ground before him and gasped out about his five other companions dying at the hands of the corrupt mages.

“I’m so sorry, my brother…!” the beaten demon huffed as he stared up to meet Blackie’s dark gaze with huge, apologetic eyes, “If it helps, your mentor… She put up a brave fight and slayed many of them…” he had said before a long coughing fit took hold of him. Blackie had remained stoic as he told him, then motioned for him to leave and heal in the blood pits.

“Brother…?” Rod asked him, sitting up on a ledge next to Banali and Holmes. “Blackie…? Are you alright?”

Their leader shut his eyes and turned away from them, his heart heavily laced with pain as he watched the surviving demon get up and leave. Why couldn’t she have been the one to live…?

Now Blackie, having told everyone else, including his closest brothers to leave him be; sat on top of his domain, bloody tears streaming down his face and his heart aching painfully at the thought that he would never see his mentor again…

He felt alone. Truly alone for the first time since his hatching…

His head shot up, his hands falling away from his head as he came to a realization, “Her hatchling…” he whispered, he still had a small piece of her left.

Standing up, he stretched out his wings and jumped off his perch, gliding down to the caves below the most fiery ponds and lava streams.

Blackie ignored all the demons and imps that were jumping around in excitement over all the newborns. He wiped at his eyes to get rid of any evidence that he had cried. He walked through several bumpy rock formations, caping his wings as he went, walking to the last place he’d remembered seeing his mentor with her egg. She had said she had wanted it to be as warm as possible and near fire and flames, saying it would guarantee her youngling would grow big and strong.

Blackie moved towards a nest where his mentor had laid the egg. The nest was only ten feet away from him when he heard the sound of small growls and playful snarls that could only belong to a small hatchling.

He walked the rest of the way to the nest and stopped in the front at the sight of the youngling.

Blackie found himself eyeing the baby as it stumbled about, nosing the air to find his mother, then growling when he was met with just hot air. Compared to other hatchlings he had seen, this one was much bigger but not too big. He had the proper markings of a pure fiery demon of KISSteria just like his mother.

Bending down, he gently picked up the hatchling and raised him up to eyesight. He stared into the hatchling’s eyes as the child stared into his own. Blackie couldn’t help but picture his mentor as his eyes roamed over the young one once more. The hatchling looked exactly like her in every way minus the obvious gender.

Swallowing the sudden lump that had formed, he brought the now struggling child closer to himself, cradling the young one in his arms, calming him.

“OUCH, YOU LITTLE FUCK!!”

His parental instincts had only begun and lasted a moment. They died as the child sunk his razor sharp teeth deep down into Blackie’s arm. In retaliation, Blackie scowled at the little monster and tossed him into a pit of fire.

“Baby time’s over, you little shit.” He huffed, turning his back to the pit. “You’re on your own now. I just came to make sure you were born and not eaten by a lava snake.”

A black and white face glared at him as the baby poked its head out of the fire, completely unharmed.

“Don’t gimme that look.”

The glare deepened.

“Well, fuck you. I’m leaving.” Blackie hissed, stomping off. Why had he even bothered? What good was this? All hatchlings are absorbed into the family after they’re born. He should’ve never made it his business to even poke his nose around. Someone would’ve found the kid and helped him up. He should’ve never come down here.

He growled when he felt a pair of stubby hands grab his boot. He snorted a puff of hot air from his nose, then looked down. “Fuck off.” he growled, then punted the baby off and into a different fiery pit this time.

The cycle repeated itself endlessly until Blackie arrived back at his domain. His brothers watched with amusement as he struggled to banish the little demon from his leg.

“Found a new pet have you, Blackie?” Banali laughed.

“Heh, no, he’s found a new type of lava leech.” Holmes smirked, watching his brother stumble forward and land in the entryway.

“Brothers, no! Look, he’s found her hatchling!” Rod pointed out. “Lookit those markings.”

“Ooohhh, yeah.”

“Fuck, he’s right.”

“Who cares?” Blackie growled. “I shouldn’t have gone down there… I just have a little tumor attached to me now…”

“Blackie, you don’t mean that.” Rod smiled, gliding down to help his brother up. “Look at his chubby face~ He’s so cute.”

“He’s clawed through my armor and boots to bite me several times.”

“Didn’t we all do the same to our mentors when we hatched?” Banali said.

“Mentor… oh! Brother! Blackie, you can be his mentor!” Rod said, grinning wildly.

“Be his….!?” Blackie growled, about to throw a fit. But then he stopped. He huffed and glanced down at the baby demon clinging to his leg with all his might. A strong baby… Already she would’ve been so proud of him… “A mentor…?”

“Oh, why not?” Banali shrugged. “Not like you’re doing much else.”

“Fuck off,” Blackie snapped, feeling the hatchling’s grip get tighter on his leg as he shouted. “You're… ugh, you’re making me scare the kid…”

“Aww!! The blood demon does have a heart!!” Holmes teased, moving out of the way as Blackie spit acidic blood his way.

“Shuddap,” he sighed, bending down and picking the baby demon up. “You’re such a little Demon…” he said, his eyes tracing over his face markings. “But I’ll do it. I’ll try to keep your ass alive…”

“You say that…” Rod laughed, “but then he’s gonna bite you again, and we’re gonna see that baby fly right out the window.”

“Well, if lil’ Demon is anything like her, then he’s gonna be a hell of a flier with some huge wings.” Blackie smirked, patting the kid’s head. Little Demon giggled at him, then blew fire at his face. Blackie dropped him and let him hit the floor as he wiped the flames away. “YOU LIL’ BRAT!!”

“Well, at least things are interesting around here now,” Banali laughed, watching Rod scoop up the hatchling as Blackie stomped and cursed wildly.

#I love this soooooo much!#totally canon now just sayin'!!#KISSteria guest writings!#submission

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crapitskizaru · 5 years

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I was wondering how would Marco, Law, X drake and maybe kid, would react to being caught off guard by their crush or s/o accidentally hitting their privates (maybe enough to send them into a hunched up ball of pain) in front of everyone? I love your writing by the way it always makes me chuckle and squee when i see an update! Thank you!

Trafalgar the Fucking Law

🏌️ of course, Traffy feels all that ache and death spreading around his lower parts, but he either ignores it or turns it against his partner, to make them feel bad about it

🏌️ “You just sterilized me, (Name)-ya. Congratulations.”

🏌️ since he’s temporarily immobilized, he stays in one place, trying not to bend in half and scream - after all, he has to take care of his edgy image

🏌️ he just raises an eyebrow at the mortified expressions of his crewmates who are both scared of his reaction and taking desperate attempts to muffle their laughter

🏌️ if his partner asks whether he’s feeling alright, he gives them a smug smirk of contempt, as if they didn’t know real pain

🏌️ “Never been better.”

Marco the lil Bird

🏌️ he’s the one that would laugh through pain, desperately trying to massage out the ache while dribbling in one place - all while the rest of the crew, with Ace out front, makes videos and pat themselves on the back, as if they’ve just done a good job

🏌️ it takes some time for it to fade, during which he crawls his way to the galley and pours tons of water into himself, as well as lays down, both defeated and wanting the nausea feeling to go away - trying to ignore the laughter of his crewmates around him

🏌️ Marco’s the only one who would think of putting ice on it, just in case; he wouldn’t hold a grudge against his partner though, the man knows how to keep his chill at all times

🏌️ “It’s fine, yoi.”

DINO DADDY

🏌️ “Oh, crap!”

🏌️ immediately bends in half with a quiet, prolonged groan; although he’d love to brush it off as soon as possible, to spare himself the embarrassment and somehow prevent everyone from noticing the redness on his cheeks, he simply can’t - since he’s not able to straighten up, no matter how he tries

🏌️ the Dino’s just there, on his knees, clutching onto the railing and praying to Jesus himself for a quick death by smite, so that at least he won’t have to face the rest of the crew - of course, they’re either already snickering among themselves or ridiculously zooming in on their curled up ball of a captain on snapchat

🏌️ if his crush apologizes or asks if he’s okay, he’ll respond after a short while, forcing out a smile - “Don’t worry about it.”

The Red Devil

🏌️ John Cena is Kiddo in the first seconds after The Hit - when he’s still contemplating whether to make a scene or act as if he didn’t feel anything

🏌️ if he chooses the latter, he tries to play it cool, making sure everyone saw how invicible he and and his balls are even though he’s paralyzed from the waist down

🏌️ “That’s right. You can’t get to me, babe, they’re iron.”

🏌️ However, if he goes with the first option, where he’s in no state of mind to care about bragging or simply has no audience that he could impress, he turns into pure Mr. Anger

🏌️ ”Fuck! Fuck, fucking shit, fuck!”

🏌️ it will take a while for him to eventually calm down, when he swears and covers his crotch, feeling as if he’s gonna throw up any second

🏌️ “You gotta give me a goddamn massage now.”

🏌️ “We don’t have to use condoms no more, I’m officially infertile. Thanks.”

🏌️ “You better think twice before doing this shit to me again.”

#eustass kid #trafalgar law #x drake #diez drake #marco the phoenix #op headcanons #xoxobb #op imagines #one piece imagines #one piece headcanons #one piece imagine #eustass kid imagine

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praphit · 4 years

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Queen & Slim: Just another night on Tinder

I was excited when I saw the trailer for this movie. Finally, we're gonna get some more black superheroes! Some people might say "You've got Black Panther!".

So, black people only get one? There are enough white superheroes to cover a football field, but we're supposed to be happy with just one? I know there's some lesser black superheroes, but I don't wanna hear about no Luke Cage (who has impenetrable skin).

He ain't nothing, but cheap target practice.

Falcon?

SO FAR (I know Disney+ stuff is coming), he has only been good at carrying Capt's shield. If Capt forgets his shield at the beach or something, we all know who he is going to call.

No, we just have BP! - but he's busy fighting big time enemies like Thanos... and merchandising:)

(respect)

We need some heroes (super or not) on our level to keep it real!

Queen and Slim are out there for the people!

Shooting up cops who shoot up black people - at least that's what some might take away from the trailer. There are two camps here:

Those who are rah-rah, as I am, that we're getting new heroes to root for, and those who would say "What about the cop? What about the cop's family and friends? Besides, those two probably aren't totally innocent anyway."

Both sides, in this case, are wrong.

These two aren't really heroes; they didn't ask for any of this. They're not like Batman, who DECIDES to put on the costume, saying to himself "Time to save the day!" (Let's be honest, it's prob more like "Time to beat the hell out of some people, until I feel vindicated". But, whatever.) Queen and Slim were simply on a Tinder date.

Queen (played by Jodie Turner-Smith) is an attorney. She is obviously smart, she is confident, picky, a lil bitchy, a lil lonely, and way out of Slim's league. Well... I don't like to say that... they're just in different leagues.

Slim (played by Daniel Kaluuya) is a polite, some what naive, romantic, cornball. He's all about helping people.

It's not like these two are out looking for trouble or hanging out with a gang or something; just two regular people on a date that's going horribly wrong.

The climax of this horrible date is Mr. Sturgill Simpson. If that name sounds like a country singer's name to you, that's because he is. He plays the cop.

(Wow, he is feeling it! He’s rockin that song! Or maybe he’s just tuning very passionately idk)

Now, to those who would want to run to their programmed stance of defending the cop - #1 (Bleep) that dude. He was the worst! He was definitely abusing his power. #2 It was self defense on the part of Q&S #3 which movie would you rather see - this one? or the movie where Sturgill's family and friends (all white and southern) make this racist/abuser a martyr, and set out (as protagonists) to hunt down and kill two black people? No one can feel good about watching a film like that! Well... You know what?? - I'll just move on.

This movie is actually a romantic drama/road trip flick. As seen in the trailer, they shoot the cop and are now on the run. BUT, they find time to stop for snacks, ask for directions, see some friends & family, crack some jokes, check out the sights, all while trying to avoid the law:)

The acting is very good, and the chemistry (and how they end up falling in love thru all of this) between Queen and Slim is well done. The movie shows what an inspiration a story like this can be for the black community. I don't mean in real life (although that too, to a degree), but in the movie, black people are helping Queen and Slim out around every turn - this is kinda like their super power. Now, they DO show the dangers of how protesters, in their anger (though valid) could possibly lead to big problems, if not checked. The movie pulls back A LIL BIT in this way (from F**K THE POLICE), especially for those of you looking for some balance. That being said, it ain't like this a #bluelivesmatter message movie. We all know why we're here - to cheer on Marvel's newest additions.

I will say that there are some contrived parts during their escapes, and the fact that most of the black people in this movie are bending over backwards to help Queen and Slim out is a little unrealistic. We look after our own in these types of situations, but... EVERY BLACK PERSON THEY MEET? Entire rooms of black people? All of them?! Even those on the police force?! I'm just sayin. Although, our shared trepidation and frustration concerning cops and the justice system MIGHT cause this overwhelming united reaction. Like I said, it's their super power. It wasn't just black people helping them - my man Flea was out there for the cause as well.

I really wanted him to take off his shirt and bust out a random bass solo; even though it wouldn't have made any sense in the story, I wouldn't have cared.

Written by Lena Waithe and Directed by Melina Matsoukas.

I thought the pacing was kinda off at times, and the movie is too long, but all in all, pretty good. There were times when the audio of the people in the scene are being heard, but the people aren't moving their lips. This is a love it or hate it move by the director. I thought it was a huge editing error at first:)

The ending will send a different message to different people. A part from that, the other message I took was that this could happen to any of us. From a bad tinder date to "Queen and Slim". Tempers flare and shit happens. Another message is to make sure that you keep stopping for food if you're on the run from the police. I guess you'll need your strength. There's a whole lot of eating going on in this film. Make sure you bring snacks to the theatre, cuz it'll make you hungry.

I wonder if Tinder could capitalize on its part of the movie. Maybe add a "Queen and Slim Challenge" button to their app. Actors could be sent out to ruin your date and hunt you down, and hopefully the two of you will fall in love... or go to prison.

I give this movie a solid B

If you're a black couple and end up with Queen and Slim's exact sitch, I don't know that you should come my way. I might help you, but I don't know. This is real life. I don't know you! You could be involved in some 6ix9ine nonsense.

Yeah, def don't show up at my step looking like that, expecting help.

Now, Black Panther, I'd help! No matter what he allegedly did. We've gotta protect our one superhero at all cost.

(aaaaah, I couldn't resist. This poster makes me LOL. “BP2: White Devil attacks.” Marvel, please make that happen! Look, White Devil has already appropriated the suit.

#queen and slim #john praphit #praphitpropductions.com #movies #Movie Reviews #praphit #Daniel Kaluuya #Jodie turner smith #marvel #racism #sturgill simpson #flea #cops #trayvon martin #black community

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p-st · 5 years

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my "unkillable" quirk oc's hero name (villain? just for fun civillian name?) would absolutely be "Casualty"

a lil joke based on their casual view on death and well. death

dunno if theyd be a hero, villain, or civillian! theyre all pretty fun to explore. a vigilante would also be cool but i dont think theyd be a super morally upstanding one. definitely theyd kill a villain to restrain them bc "theyre totally fine! yeah, they're definitely dead, officer, but theyll walk it off in a few hours so it's no big!"

okay actually..thatd be a fun universe 🤔

hold on lemme just. type out loud here

Casualty: The Undying Hero! (or is it the other way around? idk how hero titles work) their wounds heal faster than most and if they “rejuvenate” you (crowdsourced name), one quick nap later you'll be good as new! (bc they also heal faster when out though not as fast as them) they will only "rejuvenate" people who have given their full consent or there is no other option (heros they work with sign contracts that give the okay and for what circumstances)(civillians give spoken consent and can request a full contract at their agency if theyre frequent fliers)

casualty decides case by case what the best course of action would be because, unfortunately, they do come across several suicidal heros and civillians alike that just want to know what its like to die. they have several connections with mental health professionals!

like eraserhead, casualty's quirk doesnt give way to much combat ability (pretty good for defense tho is still hesitant to kill someone. villain or not. some ppl can get addicted to the feeling) they compensate during fights with support tools! this isnt something ive thought about so idk what kind of fighting style theyd gear themselves towards but i think id like something pretty versatile.

also kinda looking for the secret to their death since yeah their own body can kill them but they dont really get sick and, while not immortal, they'll likely outlive everyone of their generation

Casualty: The Killer Villain! (do villains even have titles like this lol?) just THINK of the way torture would go! they can drive right up that edge and when they push a little harder and you come out the otherside unscathed you still arent safe bc youre under their whim! not a big bad with huge showy villainous actions but arguably much worse than those who make headlines.

more of an information broker! theyre the one u go to if u wanna make someone break. also takes "assassination" jobs (the PERFECT person to help you fake your death. deals identities like cards) not much in the way of morals and will give you a quick death fix but mostly to get you off their back (thinks ppl who wanna die are pretty disgusting and they revel entirely in their longlasting life. slow and steady, babey) has people contracted to kill others for them.

definitely looking for someone able to kill them. it's a big daring exciting joke to them! fellow villains will make attempts and theyll critique their effort later. also they make a very good partner for ppl trying to test out how much a new move would hurt (other villains come to these spars and time how long casualty stays down. theres a leader board for the longest time down bc it means their move was incredibly violent)

Casualty: A Name as Feared as it is Revered! (okay this one is just for fun) being able to kill but it not sticking is PERFECT for them in their mind. in this universe they couldnt think of another path being better for them (because of their black and white view of “heros save” and “villains kill” and that their quirk fits neither. not really)

theyve got a hit on them from everyone and it makes their days exciting! they compliment the more creative attempts and will drop by the place of person who killed them and leave a sticky note with a full review lol. as mentioned above, kills as a way to restrain! it's to the point where it's so common that whenever it's mentioned that they were involved w a crime a special crew comes to take care of it (you gotta be trained to compartmentalize seeing so many dead ppl that wake up kicking. it does smthn to ya)

theyll target everyone alike! heros, villains, civillians! it doesn't matter youre all ripe for the pickin! theyve got ins with a wide range of ppl and if they cant deal with them personally theyll follow what they see as the best course of action. some people deserve to be publically demolished by a hero, some deserve the horror of a villain, and some deserve the cold hand of civillian law. theyve got a little (major) god complex and believe they have the right to be the judge jury and executioner (in spirit lol) obviously this mindset isnt well received by the public (coughstainchough) but unfortunately they make good judgement calls and they usually dont get the final say in what happens to someone anyway (unless they kill the person and that person learns their lesson or whatever)

does however have a personal vendetta of reforming systems and being very against the pissing contest that are hero rankings. this occasionally makes their judgement calls biased.

the most consistent things would be:

connections. lots of them and the types of connections depend on what path theyre on. theyre good at talking

outside support in the form of weapons or people to "finish the job"

general belief that their choice is more than likely the right choice

loose morals. comes with the territory of a death based quirk

controversial in any universe (except maybe a bonus one where they claim their quirk is not being able to die and not also not being able to kill? that universe would be steeped in self hate and either a bitter death or a life dedicated to putting a mental health support system in place for people with "villainous" quirks)(actually their quirk would still be controversial bc thats the point lol)

permanent casual view on death. doesnt see the big deal

very hm. unconnected to living? sure theyre just excited to be here! but they have the most solid grasp on the inevitability of death while also not super getting that when someone dies they get to stay dead? theres also the tiniest bit of envy there

probably either never got the death talk or got it very late. no one knows how many kids were at risk while being friends with them while young bc they wouldnt put the effort into saving them from life threatening situations (bc casualty always got back up, why wouldnt anyone else)

(bonus story for above would be that once while they were a kid a friend fell off a tree and hit the ground in front of them and they just walked away to keep playing then they came back later and the friend was still there so they went to either their own parent or the kid's parents and told them "[name] is taking a long time to get back up, i wanna play again." queue the sad ending here im aiming for)

upbeat sometimes in a near manic way. genuinely happy really often and finds joy in the smallest things like a slug in the grass or a wildflower coming out of the sidewalk (life in all kinds of places in all kinds of ways!)(theyre big fans of mushrooms. in death theres life or life gives way to life or whatever. idk it's fake deep. i just think mushrooms are cool and wanna project)

anyway this is like. long as shit lol! is anyone even reading this? i love you if you are. i might try to take this character and bend it to fit some of my own worlds bc wow i think theyre cool BUT if any bnha fans ARE reading this please feel free to include them in fics or stuff if you want! link me if you do id literally fall in love (u can name them what u want, dress them how you want, give them whatever pronouns you want, etc.)(dont claim them ofc but using them is fine!)

(and if you want me to idk... flesh out a character for you? 😳 lol id be very open to that! i love worldbuilding!! you dont have to.. aha... unless..?😳😳)

#bnha posting #death ment #child death ment #<<(it's the nine bullet point if you wanna skip)#this is. so self indulgent of me

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solaneceae · 5 years

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MFKZ OS 10: Flowing

Climate change was no joke it seemed.

Vinz awoke drenched with sweat, his blanket -the one with little tigers leaping around, his favourite- pooling at the foot of the couch. He groaned in faint disgust as he hurriedly sat up, hating the sensation of moist fabric against his back. Gross. He rubbed the crust out of his eyes and looked towards the window; the sun had barely began to peek out over the horizon.

Uuuuugh. Only in DMC one could wake up to suffocating heat at 8am in the middle of november. The world truly was going to shit. Good thing the flames atop his skull were only hot if he wanted them to be, however that worked.

He sighted. Even with their new president doing her best to undo a decade’s worth of damage on environmental laws, it would be a long time until things started to change for the better.

“Wow, you look like death!”

The hothead turned around to huff at the other couch, or rather the half-alien laying upside-down on the back. His socks don’t match, Vinz noted distractedly. Heh. What an airhead.

Angelino flashed him a shit-eating grin, seemingly unbothered with the humid heat taking over the neighbourhood. Vinz glared back; his roommate’s freaky genetics must’ve granted him some kind of resistance to high temperatures. Lucky bastard. “Dude, shut up. S’too early for your sass.”

“What? I’m just being a concerned friend. You don’t look so hot after all.”

“Oh my fucking god.”

The skeleton jumped to his feet and hurried out of the room, eager to get out of earshot of his best friend’s terrible puns -the dumbass radius as he called it- and cool down in a cold shower. Which one he wished for the most right now was up for debate.

***

He didn’t step from under the delightfully freezing water until his fingertips turned blue and his body seized up in uncontrollable shivers. He should be set for a couple of hours.

The young adult entered the kitchen in a much better mood, finding Lino munching on cereals right out of the box, not-so-sneakily dropping some on the floor for his roaches to feast on. “Took you long enough, thought you drowned or something.” the hybrid stated, passing the half-empty box to Vinz’ awaiting hands. He smirked, a teasing glint in his inky black eyes. “Did you have fun in there?”

The hothead half-groand half-snickered. Christ, the hothead could almost hear the italics. What was he, fifteen? “Well I didn’t die. Glad you still care.”

“I always care!”

“I know. Remember that storm back at the orphanage? I went outside to see and you got so scared my flames would go out and I’d die. You cried for like an hour.”

Angelino tensed up in protest. “What? Bullshit, I didn’t cry!”

“You so did. You didn’t want to go outside cuz you’re scared of thunder -don’t give me that look, I know it still makes you flinch-, and when I came back you were screaming about Charmander. Ring any bells?”

His best friend looked like he just bit into a particularly sour lemon. He was fidgeting with the edge of his sleeve and was definitely avoiding his gaze now, his cheeks a darker shade than the rest of his pitch black face. Vinz wished he could take a pic to immortalize one of the rare moments he managed to shut his roomate up.

The image of a much smaller, younger Lino sobbing into his shirt, his tiny fists clutching the fabric came to the forefront of his mind. S’okay Lino, don’t cry! he remembered laughing. My flames are magic, see? Stupid water can’t hurt me!

He felt himself smile. Granted, he couldn't actually smile with his lack of skin (and facial muscles. And lower jaw.), but the way his eyes squinted and his flames turned to a vivid green were good enough indicators. He teasingly grabbed his pouting roommate and trapped him into a ruthless noogie. “Don’t worry you lil’ shit, I’m not kicking the bucket anytime soon. Someone gotta watch out for your scrawny ass.”

The hybrid hissed in discomfort and wrestled out of Vinz’ grip, rubbing this head. “‘Scrawny’?! Fuck you, yours is bony!”. He then proceeded to trip the other with a swift little kick. The hothead yelped as he hit the ground -thank god for the shitty carpet-, his rival cackling evilly. Angelino used the other’s stunned state to sit cross legged onto his back -earning a strangled oof in the process-, grab his right arm and, with a triumphant smile, twist it against his clavicle.

“- Ack! Lino, the fuck?!

- That’s what you get for screwing with me! Now yield!

- Hell no, you motherfucker!”

Vinz didn’t quite know how it had come to this, him face planted into the faded orange carpet with his best friend sitting on top of him and basically asphyxiating him. It was all in good fun though, he could feel the tremors of uncontrollable giggles rattling his chest.

“- You gonna say ‘uncle’ yet? No rush, you make a good seat.

- Ngh… thought I was bony?

- A bony seat is still a seat.

- So deep. Ten outta ten, truly inspiring. You gonna write a book on that?”

The half-alien just smiled wider, pulling on his arm a little harder.

“Ow, ow, okay ow, fine, you win!” the hothead wheezed from under him. “You win! Now lemme go before I burn your ass!”

Lino let go of his arm, chuckling. “You wouldn’t dare. My ass is a national treasure.”

Vinz repressed a certain thought immediately after it came to existence, letting out a deep sigh and glaring over his shoulder. “Right, keep thinking that. You gonna get off or what?”

His roommate didn’t respond, still sitting crossed legged in the small of his back. He was staring right ahead, head tilted to the side and brow furrowed, like he was trying really hard to figure something out. The skeleton squinted. “Lino, not that I don’t appreciate you, but it’s a little hard to breathe here and I’m getting sweaty again so-”

“You think that place is still there?”

The hothead’s voice trailed to a stop at the interruption. The young hybrid had turned to look at him, something fuzzy and familiar in his bug eyes. He blinked. “...Well, it’s not like a place can actually go anywhere… else... than where it’s at. You talking about the orphanage? Cuz I’m pretty sure it’s still where it’s always been.”

“Not that, dumbass. I mean the stream.”

Vinz’ eye sockets widened, a glint of recollection in his yellow pupils. “Wait, that stream? The one with the little waterfall overhead?”

“Yeah.”

“The one where we ran off to when it was too hot and we wanted to piss off the old broad?”

“Yup.”

“The one where you hit your head while trying to do a flip and you almost died of hypothermia?”

“Uh, I don’t-”

Now Vinz was just fucking with him. The skeleton’s tone took a teasing edge. “The one where I went to get some water and came back to find you-”

“YES. Yes Vinz, that one.” Angelino quickly cut him off and jumped off him, voice going up an octave. His victim dramatically rolled onto his back and took a much-needed gulp of air, as the other sneered from above him. “Fucker.”

“Bitch.” Vinz responded, flipping him off. He sat up against the bottom of the couch and cracked his joints. “So, our old secret place. What about it?”

His friend grimaced. “Don’t call it that, what are you, five ?”

Yeah, five inches deep in your MOM. Oh how Vinz wanted to quote that iconic vine. But he refrained from doing so, given who stood in front of him.

“I was thinking…” the hybrid began, plopping down next to him. “It’s early, it’s warm as all hell and we got fuckall to do today. Maybe we can go back. To see if it’s still there. And not, y’know, bulldozered and shit.”

The skeleton stared at him. “...What, ten years later? Why?”

“Why not? It’s a bit far, but I remember how to get there. And with how we originally found it by complete accident and all, pretty sure no one but us knows it exists. Could be worth it.”

Huh.

Vinz hummed. Maybe it would, as the alternative would be to spend the day either under cold water or complaining about global warming. Why the fuck not. He turned to an expectant roommate, determination steeled in his features. “Okay. Let’s go.”

***

Angelino finally stopped at the edge of a huge grey rock, chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. He didn’t remember the way up being so steep. Vinz wasn’t far behind him, his heavy breathing and cursing catching up to him. Given the colorful words leaving his mouth about the “fucking piece of shit trees that don’t have anything better to do than fuck up my day”, he guessed his companion must’ve had tripped on a root at some point. In any case, the hothead finally hauled his way up the rock and bend forward, panting in exertion as his best friend sat down, legs dangling over the edge.

“Shit.” Vinz wheezed out, wiping the sweat off his skull. “I think we need to work out more, I feel like passing out.”. The hybrid snorted, not tearing his eyes away from the scenery below. “Yeah, fuck that noise. I’m doing fine, you’re the one who needs to go out more.”

The skeleton made a noncommittal grunt and popped his back into place, sighing in relief. He opened his eye sockets and took in the sight below them.

It felt… weird. It was the same old place he remembered, but not? Kinda? The thin waterfall dropping down the red stone cliff was the same. The deformed bean-shaped basin at the bottom was the same. The clear water (hallelujah, it was still clear after all those years) overflowing from said basin was the same. But everything else seemed to have shifted slightly, and the whole place felt scaled down. Smaller.

Eh. After more than ten years it was probably normal.

They stood still for another minute, silently letting fleeting memories and faint nostalgia wash over them. Then Angelino looked up at his best friend and smiled softly. “Wanna go down?”

***

“- I remember it being a lot bigger, don’t you?

- Nah dude, you were just short.

- Shut up, you were even shorter than I was, and that’s saying something.”

The hybrid ignored the jab at his petite frame, staring at the sky peeking out from between the foliage. He was floating on his back, half immersed into the basin. Cold water lapped at his ears now and again, drowning the world the low hum of moving water.

The basin wasn’t that deep, two meters at most, and only wide enough for about two grown adults to do the starfish without bumping into each other. So, wide enough for two of each of them.

Thanks to that and the sun heating up the stones all day, it wasn’t too cold, juste pleasantly chilly. Vinz had insisted on preparing some heating runes and sigils for some reason, and Lino had indulged him with a shrug. And even though, deep down, the hothead had been intrigued by the strange (worried?) look Angelino kept giving him while he worked his magic (heh), he decided not to ask.

The half-alien closed his eyes and filled his lungs with relatively pure air, at least compared to DMC’s usual smog.

In. Out. In and out, again.

His lead felt clear, quiet, a welcome reprieve from the constant outside noises and the numbing buzz of his own thoughts. It was nice.

Had it been worth the two-hour long bus trip full of rude and sweaty people? The forty-minute trek through the wilderness that left them breathless, dusty and bloody in some places?

Heck. Yes.

“Vinz?” he called out, eyes still closed. His voice was quiet, most of his energy having been sapped by the heat and the climbing.

His friend only acknowledged him with a hoarse, inquisitive hum. Sounded like the hothead wasn’t faring much better. Angelino took a deep breath.

“Why did we stop coming here?”

A few seconds of silence. Thinking Vinz needed him to elaborate, he kept talking. “I mean, this place is amazing. S’always been this way, our own little thing, you know? It was hard to get there, I remember that much, but it was always worth it in the end. Sure, we got older and life kinda kept kicking us into the ground, but it was still here, just a few hours away. So why-”

“You mean you don’t remember?”

Angelino cracked his eyes open; Vinz was staring at him with a tired but sharp look, slowly drifting onto the surface of the water. He blinked in confusion. “Remember what?”

His roomate let out an airy laugh, running a now chilly hand against his face. “Figures. Don’t worry it’s fine, s’not a life-or-death kind of info. Uh, do you remember earlier when I told you you almost died here once?”

The hybrid lifted an eyebrow. “Yeah, when you were fucking with me this morning.”

“I wasn’t. It happened, for real.”

“...Oh.”

His best friend was staring at the sky now, hands folded casually in his lap. He continued. “I think we were like, ten? Yeah, sounds about right. We knew this place like the back of our hands by then, so we stopped paying attention to everything so much. We got uh, reckless.”

Hid hands fidgeted with the hem of his soaked shirt. “It was kinda cold and rainy that day, so not the ideal weather to go for a swim, but we didn’t give a shit. It was still better than being with the other stupid brats.” He lifted his arm and pointed to the top of the thin waterfall, about four meters above them. “Happened riiiight there, on that ledge. Take a guess at what happened.”

Angelino rubbed the back of his head, an uncomfortable ache pooling under his palm. “Knowing us, we probably did something stupid and someone fell down.”

“Close enough. Some dumb bets were made, doesn’t matter what they were about, I slipped off the ledge and we both fell. Cuz you tried to catch me.”

The hybrid’s eyes widened. He truly didn’t remember these events at all. And the ache wasn’t going away, even if it wasn’t getting worse either.

“So yeah, we both got knocked the fuck out. Think I busted my ankle too, it hurt like a bitch for days afterwards. Anyway, I think I woke up about ten minutes later? It wasn’t too bad really, just a concussion.” Vinz distractedly ruffled a tree branch hanging low over the basin. “Still, I was pretty damn cold, and the wind had picked up so it wasn’t making anything better. But uh, I realized pretty quickly that I was just peachy compared to you.”

“That bad, huh?”

“Dude. You slid into the basin when you fell and just, soaked there in freezing water for ten minutes. Good thing you were on your back.” He shook his head. “But the thing is, spending that amount of time in the cold is bad for everyone, okay? If you’re really unlucky you get a pneumonia or some shit. You looked like you were dead. Blue skin and everything.” The hothead slid a knowing glance at his friend. “Yeah, that shade of blue. Even without the uh, context we know about now, this was pretty fucking terrifying. Also your nose was bleeding, so there was a nice big head trauma on top of everything else.”

Lino stayed silent.

“I’m not sure how I managed to get us back to the main road, because I was so numb and cold and my leg hurt and i felt like puking my guts out. And bro, no offence but you weren’t exactly a lightweight for me at the time. But we made it somehow, so that was good! But then I uh, passed out again.”

Vinz linked his eyes with Lino’s again, his tone lighter. “But hey, someone found us and got us back to the orphanage, so no one died! …Obviously, I know, shut up. I was really sick for a few days after that -heck we both were, you were out for like a week- but I got over it. The whole incident thing.”

He looked up again. “You uh, didn’t. Not completely. After that, everytime I mentioned this place, or what happened, you got really weird. Like, all distant and jumpy and not all there, you know? Some serious PTSD shit, but I was ten and dumb so I didn’t know shit about that. So I stopped mentioning it, and then you just uh, came back to normal at some point.”

The young man hummed, squinting. “...Aaaand that’s it. We never brought it up again, life kinda happened, freaky shit happened, and now we’re back here. So yeah, I was a bit worried when you told me you wanted to come back. But it went well in the end, right?”

Vinz reached out, lightly touching his best friend’s shoulder with his fingertips. His flames were a cold blue, anxiety radiating from every inch of him. “You aren’t gonna freak out on me, right....?”

Angelino hadn’t stopped looking right at him. Something warm settled onto his features. “Nah. I’m good.”

“Oh thank fuck.”

Vinz let out a nervous chuckle, covering his eye sockets with his arm. “That’s, that’s great. Because I missed this place so fucking much and I’m really glad we came back.”

The half-alien bumped their shoulder together with a small smile. “Yeah, me too. Sorry I got you in trouble.”

“No you’re not.” his childhood friend replied without malice before turning back to the sky, eye sockets slowly closing.

Angelino did the same, darkness filling his vision. The headache was gone. Not in a “I just had an epiphany and remembered everything” kind of way. He still didn’t remember. But that was fine. He was fine. He had to be.

And he sure as shit intended to stay that way, because he knew that that moron would get himself killed trying to help him if he didn’t. He understood the reasoning behind the heat sigils now (watching your friend almost die of cold twice would make anyone paranoid he guessed), but that didn’t mean he had to accept it.

He wasn’t stupid. Coming home one day to find Vinz drained and barely conscious on the couch, the very same day one of his little voodoo -wicca or whatever- thingies stopped a truck from hitting him? It didn’t take him long to put two and two together. That shit could kill him, he knew that.

He wouldn’t let Vinz put his bony ass in danger for him, not if he could help it. By not ending up at death’s door every few days like the dumbass he was.

“Hey Vinz.”

A quiet hum. Quieter than before.

“...Thanks.”

“...Dun mention it. Didja ‘member?”

Vinz was slurring. Count on this weirdo to fall asleep anywhere.

“Nope. Sorry.”

A short silence. Their hands almost touched.

“...S’okay...”

Almost.

“...can ‘member for th’both of us.”

The water was cold, but the sun kept his core warm. Vinz’ slow, even breathing, not far, never far.

He was fine.

*slaps hands on table* 28 STAB WOUNDS-

jk, nothing that extreme. but it did take me eight hours to write this, cuz those two keep escaping me how the fuck do they keep doing that.

also DON’T do what those jackasses did and fall asleep in the sun. you’ll just end up with a monster headache and sunburns.

imma go eat now bye

#mfkz #vingelino #mutafukaz

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