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kswlust · 1 year

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crazy what alcohol does.. | k.sw

sypnosis : drunk bestfriend!sunoo tells you about how much he likes you and how much he wants you to rip off his clothes and do whatever you want to him, so you do just that.

pairing : bestfriend!sunoo x afab!reader

contains : underage drinking (don't do this!), reader cheats on her boyfriend with sunoo, age gap (reader is 23 and sunoo is 19), lots of swears, making out, hickies, sub!sunoo and dom!reader, oral (m . receiving), reader fingers herself, unprotected sex (not recommended unless ur ariana grande and want them babies), edging/orgasm denial, they get caught at the end.

'ding dong!' you heard a faint voice shout, along with the doorbell. you looked at the time, making a questioning face. your boyfriend, heeseung said that he was not gonna be home until 3 am and it was only 1. you got up and went to go check it, when you opened the door, to your surprise, you saw sunoo.

"hi, y/n!!" he said happily. he looked so messed up, his cheeks a cherry shade of red, his eyes half opened, his hair all messy. "sunoo?? what are you doing here.. it's 1 am- why do you look so fucked up..?" you asked, genuinely kinda concerned.

"I just went to a party and someone drugged me, fun, right??" he said, obviously joking. he just decided to rebel and underage drink. "haha, very funny." you said sarcastically and pulled sunoo inside, dragging him to sit on your couch.

"why the hell did you drink?? you're not old enough t-" he stopped you, placing a hand on your face and telling you to shush. you giggled slightly before pushing his hand off your face. "I'll get you some water, wait here. don't go anywhere, alright??"

you asked and waited for sunoo to nod before you got up to get a glass of water from the kitchen. you came back to see sunoo chewing on the neckline of his sweater. you stared at him in shock before running over.

"seriously, you had nothing else to eat?!" you yelled, pulling the neckline away from his mouth and handing him the glass. "drink this, quickly-" you said and he immediately followed your order, drinking the glass whole before putting it down on the coffee table and coughing.

"now, will you explain to me why you were drinking?" you asked nicely. the man shook his head as a no. "I wanna tell you something." he said, looking kinda nervous. you furrowed your eyebrows as you stopped the movie that was still playing. "go on.."

"okay, I don't know how to say this but I like you! I know you have a boyfriend and you love him so much but I don't think I can bottle up my feelings inside me anymore. I've liked you ever since the time you tutored me. you just look so fucking pretty and you are so nice to me. you helped me pass my grades and then became my comfort person. you make me so mad because I just can't get myself to tell you that I just want you to rip off my clothes and do whatever you want to me! you looked so hot in that black dress a few days ago, I couldn't help myself but be jealous of your boyfriend. fuck, if only you were mine. seriously, I'm going mad, I'm gonna go fucking mad if I don't get to kiss you right now!" he blurted out, his hand in the air, resisting the urge to pull you closer to him by your shirt.

your mouth dropped, eyes widened, face a pretty shade of baby pink. "but I can't do that, because I don't want to ruin your relationship and our friendship." he said, dropping his hand on his lap.

you were in pure disbelief. there was a very obvious frown on his face. "sunoo, i-" you didn't know what to say. "I'm sorry, y/n, I'll leave." sunoo said, getting up. you felt a pang in your heart. this was so weird and you really didn't know how the hell to react.

the things he said about you kept playing in your head nonstop. you grabbed the bottom of sunoos sweater, stopping him. you pulled him back onto the couch and got on top of him, immediately starting to kiss him like crazy. you could literally taste the flavor of the alcohol as he started kissing back.

you pulled away, staring into his eyes for a few seconds. "y/n.. we shouldn't be doing this, you have a boyfriend." he said as you started tugging at the waistband of his pants. "weren't you the one who wanted this a few seconds ago? you're gonna have to defend me if heeseung finds out about any of this."

if you were honest, you kinda liked sunoo aswell. I mean, he's kim sunwoo, who the hell doesn't like him??? you loved your boyfriend, heeseung, of course but.. sunoos unresistible.

"but if you don't wanna-.." you said, immediately getting cut off. "no, no, please, I do-!" he begged cutely. you smiled, immediately pulling off his pants and boxers in one go, going down and taking him in your mouth.

sunoo threw his head back, letting out the prettiest moan you've ever heard. you started slowly bobbing your head up and down, sunoo resisting the urge to thrust into your mouth. "y/n- please! faster.." he said, gripping onto the couch.

"what'd you say, baby?" you asked, stopping. sunoo whined, a hand going to grip your hair. "faster!" he said, looking down at you. the sight was so fucking sinful. you smiled slightly before going back to bobbing your head, way way faster this time.

sunoo started moaning so loudly, his toes curling. "oh-oh fuck! im close- I'm clo-se.." he alerted you. as soon as sunoo looked like he was about to come, you immediately pulled off him.

"no.. wh- whyd you do that..? thats so mean.." he said, letting go of your hair and trying to sit up, but failing as you pushed him back down and got on top of him. "you said I can do whatever I wanted, so, why don't you behave and take it like a good boy?"

you smiled innocently, sunoos face turned even redder than it already was. he nodded, keeping his mouth shut. you got back on top of him again, rubbing your clothed knee on his dick. sunoo moaned your name over and over again.

"sunoo, I never imagined you as a sub. it's funny how you're under me, behaving so nice and obediently right now. yeah?" you asked, unbuttoning your shirt but leaving it on, just showing your beautiful body. you pulled off your pants and panties aswell, throwing them to god knows where.

sunoo didn't answer, just watching you undress in awe. his dick even harder than before as he stared at your body on top of him. "I asked you a question." you said, pulling him up by the same sweater neckline he was chewing on a few moments ago.

"yes, it- its-" he didn't know what to say, just trying to think of something while panicking was so overwhelming for him. "hush, baby, don't worry.." you said, letting him fall back on his back.

you reached your hand down to your pussy, immediately shoving a finger inside yourself. you moaned softly, sunoo stared at your pretty face as you moaned, pleasing your self. you fingered yourself as a bit of prep.

you pulled your fingers out and stuck them in sunoos mouth, the same mouth he used to confess how he thought about you. you then gon onto sunoo, balancing your self ontop of him before slowly sliding him in.

sunoo moaned so fucking loud, your tight and warm walls just clenching on his dick, making it even harder for him to breathe. you moaned aswell, it felt so fucking good. if honest, better than heeseung.

"y/n, oh my god.. move, move, please!" he mumbled, your fingers still inside his mouth. you took them out and wiped them down on his sweater before starting to move up and down on his perfect cock.

the two of you were making so many lewd voices, it was crazy. this was better than porn. seriously, so much better. you moved fast, kinda desperate for a release too. "y/n, I'm close!" sunoo alerted once again and you smirked. "hold it."

sunoos eyes widened, this was absolutely crazy to him. literally, for so long, you kept telling him to hold it and he was trying to damn hard for so long. he found it unfair how you got to release whenever but he didn't.

"y/n, please.." he begged again, and again, and again, but you never really gave in. you continued cumming whenever and torturing him. now, the only sounds that were heard were you guys' lewd ass noises and wet squelching from your cunt.

you were so busy pleasing each other, that you didn't even notice heeseung walk into the room. "babe, I got you chick-fil-a—" heeseung said with a smile, but his smile dropped as he looked up, immediately dropping the bag in his hands.

you stopped, eyes widened as you turned to him. sunoos heart started beating so fast as he looked at heeseung. well, they were kinda fucked now but the situation didn't stop sunoo from releasing in you when he had the chance.

A/N : OH MY GOD THIS IS SO BAD I'M SO SORRY I'M CRYING I SWEAR I'LL WRITE SOMETHING BETTER NEXT TIME 💔💔💔

#kswlust #dior speaks ♡❀☆#kpop #kpop smut #enhypen #sunoo #sunoo smut #enhypen smut #fanfiction #fanfic #slay💔

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roryintheir90s · 4 months

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Something is wrong…

From the moment Jimmy woke up, he felt like something was missing; something important. But he doesn't know what's wrong.

He did the only thing he could think of and asked Martyn about it

“What'd ya mean something's wrong?”

“I mean something's wrong”

“Well then, what is wrong?”

“I don't know! I know that it's something important, but I just cannot for the life of me figure out what's wrong!”

“Alright… now, you're losing me. What about a different question then, why is something wrong?”

“Why- I- what?”

“Describe what you feel and why you think that there's something wrong”

“Okay- umm, well, something's like- missing? I think. And everything feels off, like- Ugh! I don't know! It's just this deep sense in me that's telling me that somethings wrong- like my soul is telling me that i'm missing something”

“Yeah, no, I don't know how to help with your predicament. Maybe you could ask someone else?”

Jimmy tried to think, ask someone else? Who would he even ask? Grian? No, not Grian, he'd probably laugh at him. Tango? Tango… could work. Yeah! He should ask his soulmate. Tango knows him more than he does sometimes

“Okay then, I'll ask someone else, I'll be going out okay?”

“Alright, be careful though, you made a lot of enemies last week and we haven't gotten our tasks yet”

Jimmy made his way to the Heart Foundation to talk to Tango, strangely enough; the indescribable feeling was increasing as he neared his soulmate's base. The island was empty except for the hundreds of cherry blossom petals that scattered the area, but he does see some movement in the giant heart shaped tree in the middle of the heart island

“Tango! Are you up there!? I need to talk to you!”

Instead of hearing his beloved rancher’s voice call out from the heart tree, Skizz's voice rang out as he quickly scaled down the ladder of the tree

“Woah, woah, woah! Back up there Jimmy, don't think I've forgotten about what happened last week! What makes you think you can come up here after what you tried to do huh?”

“Look Skizz, I just really need to talk to Tango right now, is he here?”

Jimmy wanted to get out of here as soon as possible, that gnawing feeling he's been feeling since this morning is now suffocating him for reasons he can't understand

Skizz opened his mouth to retort, but another voice from the top of the tree responded

“Skizz? Who's at our base and why are you yelling at them?”

“Uh- Tango, buddy, could you come down here real quick? Jimmy wants to talk to you”

The weird feeling just increased tenfold when he heard Tango. What happened to him? Why is his voice like that? It sounds exactly the same as last week, but it still felt wrong wrong wrong wrong wron-

The sound of petals crunching under someone's shoes brought Jimmy back to reality, but the second he laid his eyes on the blazeborn, his mind and soul screamed at him

That is not Tango

Somewhere else on the server, someone felt oddly at peace, like a puzzle piece has just come together... He should probably meet up with the other Heart Foundation members

I've decided to give you a headcanon in the form of novice writing! Just like how Joel recognized Lizzie in Limited Life. Jimmy can tell that whoever is walking around looking like Tango is not his soulmate. Meanwhile, someone else hasn't seen their soulmate yet, but I'm sure he'll recognize him when he sees him :)

OK NO YOURE GONNA MAKE ME GO FERAL ABOUT THIS

This is such a good idea, I love it.

Jimmy feels the connection between him and his soulmate being gone, not even realizing it being there in the first place. Only to have a huge urge to find tango, but he just isn't right....

Meanwhile both Ren and bigb would finally feel at peace.

For either of the perspective it just seems cruel

Whether it is Jimmy's, bc he now would be restless and straight up desperate.

Bigb and ren bc they going to have to see their soulmate only for it to be ripped out from them once again

Or even tangos, who's gonna return to feel exactly that void feeling jimmy felt bc Jimmy's dead.

Yucky, love that a lot

#any askers???#jimmy solidarity #solidarity gaming #solidaritygaming #tangotek #renthedog #rendog #bigb #bigbst4tz2 #bigbstatz #traffic smp #trafficblr #trafficshipping #traffic series #secret life #sl

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wolfoftheblackflames · 1 month

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I had plenty of fun doing this fic, and once again I spoil you my misfits as I give you more. As I said before I plan to release the full thing on Ao3 so enjoy the parts as I create them.

The Devil and the Innocent: Pt.3

Vaggie watched as the blonde Devil came back over growling softly. “Come…” She ordered as Vaggie nodded.

“Why should I?” The smaller woman asked glaring.

“Do you want to stay in the dungeons? I'm offering you a chance for a room at least.” The Devil replied growling

“Fine..” With that Vaggie followed the Devil.

The two walked in silence but Vaggie couldn't help but noticed how well dressed the Devil looked, in a worn out red suit with ripped slacks that showed those powerful legs ending with red hooves, a flowing white and red cloak draped along those broad shoulders, and a neatly button up white shirt that was open slightly to allow some blonde fur to peek out. “You never told me your name…” Vaggie asked cautiously since she knew this beast could easily throw her around.

“It's a name forgotten by time but… If you must know it's Charlie.” The Devil replied looking sad. “Everything besides the west wing is available. This is your room.” Charlie opened a door to a rather cozy looking guest room. “Goodnight.”

“Hey.” Vaggie replied as Charlie looked at her. “To answer your question. I'm Vagatha, or Vaggie for short.” She looked at Charlie who blinked. “Goodnight Charlie..” She vanished into the room, closing the door.

Charlie lingered there for a moment, her eyes falling to where Vaggie once stood. She soon turned to leave trying to ignore the guilt that rose up since she was forcing the brave woman to stay. “See it's already workin’ on the giant.” Angel smirked watching the princess look a little calmer somewhat.

“I wonder if this is the one who'll save her broken heart?” Alastor replied, looking a little annoyed. He didn't like the fact his blood thirsty mistress was turning soft again.

“Well she fuckin better be, I can't stand being this stupid ass monkey!” Cherri growled, waving one of her symbols.

“Patience Misssy, we'll be normal soon enough.” Sir Pentious added but winced when he saw his crush turn away crossing her arms.

Husk sighed but couldn't help but wonder if what Alastor said was right. “First time she's let someone actually stay. Even if it's forced..”

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Inside the rather nice lavish room, Vaggie sighed sitting on the comfy bed. She wondered if Carmilla got home alright. Though those thoughts were interrupted by a soft dull pain. A knock came as Vaggie blinked heading over since it was something to distract her. “Hello?”

“Hello darling, my name is Rosie. I've come to see if you'd like some tea, and maybe some snacks?” The beautiful teapot spoke, causing Vaggie to back up.

“What the fuck..” The Latina uttered bumping into a red and purple master dresser.

“Oy watch the merchandise!” A shrill British accent popped out of it as Vaggie blinked, falling onto the bed.

“Velvette dear, try not to spook the guest.” Rosie scolded.

Velvette huffed as Rosie poured some tea into Niffty’s cup form. “Not another woman… Can't I just go clean instead?”

“Not right now darling. Now be a good dear and listen to your mother.” Rosie nudged her with her spout.

“Fine..” Niffty casually hopped over not spilling the tea mixed with sugar.

Vaggie blinked but she noticed the little cup waiting for her. “I'll admit you're kinda a pretty little cup..” She picked up Niffty who blinked at her.

“I like to squish cockroaches with my body.” Niffty added making Vaggie wince a bit.

“That's nice…” She hesitantly drank the tea but blinked as it felt nice and warm.

“Don't mind Niffty darling. I always give her a soap bath when she does that.” Rosie added.

“Well I ain't staying in this ugly bitch’s room.” Velvette casually hopped away making Rosie look annoyed.

“We'll get you a new less chatty dresser darling. Sorry for that one.”

Vaggie sighed. “It's been a long night. Might I just sleep?” She groaned softly as Rosie nodded. “Of course darling. Though I couldn't help but notice you're holding your eyepatch.”

Niffty had already zipped out once put down happily running down the halls. “Just something from the past…” Vaggie muttered but blinked seeing a little table scamper in with a bottle on top.

“It's a small thing, dearie, but it'll help with the pain.” Rosie bowed and hopped off.

Vaggie just blinked as she took the small bottle into her hands with some odd clear liquid with herbs inside. “Um thanks..” She replied as the table followed Rosie out, leaving Vaggie alone. She couldn't wrap her head around this strange place, talking everyday objects, ruined old portraits that litter the halls, some which had depicted a family at some point, but claws had torn them up, and that monster, the Devil. Vaggie sighed softly and took some of the potion offered. It really did help with the phantom pain, much to her surprise. “I suppose it won't be so bad here..”

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It had been only a day since Vaggie came to live at the castle, she didn't mind it but a part of her missed her routines with Carmilla, or the snarking banter of Odette and Clara. She sighed softly wandering around, the many demonic looking statues along the walls and halls gave her the creeps. “The West wing..” She looked over at it. It was the one place Charlie forbade entry too despite everywhere else being free roam. She later returned to her room once she was done exploring.

Charlie walked towards the guest room and knocked. “How are you liking it here..? I noticed you left your room earlier. Are my staff tending to you well enough?” She asked, still being growly.

Vaggie blinked, surprised hearing the Devil, no Charlie being so attentive. She didn't feel like leaving the room, after all it's still a prison if not a neatly decorated one. It's what a murderer like her deserved. “Why is she…” Vaggie muttered sitting on the bed. “I don't understand this at all..”

“Hey blondie, invite her to dinner.” Angel nudged as Charlie gulped.

It came out more forceful than she wanted it to be. “You'll join me for dinner, it isn't a request..” She growled as it left feeling so awkward. “Shit shit shit!” She growled as she's sure it must've scared Vaggie.

“How about no?” The Latina replied.

“What?!” Charlie snapped growling.

“Try uh being lesss growly?” Sir Pentious asked.

Charlie looked at the little objects but grumbled. “She's being a little difficult, understandably so… But fine.” The Devil sighed and gulped. “Would you like to come down to dinner?” She tried not to sound growly but it came through regardless.

“Try adding a please.” Sir Pentious smiled.

“Please Vaggie?” Charlie added, still sounding growly but she started to fidget.

“I already said no.” Vaggie replied looking slightly annoyed.

“You can't exactly stay in there, you know?” Charlie growled, fighting back her demonic urge to rip the door off.

“A la mierda eres un terco.” (Fuck you're a stubborn one.) Veggie hissed softly. “I can and will, after all it is my room now right?” She snarled, adding some sass.

Charlie couldn't hold back the cursed beast from roaring out. “Fine then, go ahead and starve!” The Devil growled huffing before turning towards the others. “If she doesn't eat with me, she doesn't eat at all. Understand?”

“Yesss…” Sir Pentious looked away as Charlie stormed off.

“Oh good the demon came out again.” Alastor grinned.

“Not now radiohead.” Angel stated glaring.

“How about you stay here and keep an eye on our guest?” Husk stated as Angel nodded.

Charlie went into the west wing and tried to hold back her anger. “Of course it had to fucking come out. This damn curse…” She growled but then went over to a small bowl resting on the table. “Show me Vaggie, please…” She spoke looking down into the water. It shimmered with soft magic and showed Charlie what she wanted.

Vaggie leaned on the windowsil looking out at the forest below. “Baap!” A friendly little goat plush waved at Vaggie.

“Baap baap!” Another came beside her.

“Look she fucking took my mentor hostage, and now I'm stuck here. I can't even see my family again because of this deal.” She growled looking away. “I don't want anything to do with an asshole like her.”

Charlie started to tear up slightly and lightly scratched the image in the water away. “I'm sorry… I guess I'm only going to be a monster to you huh…” She fought the urge to cry. “What can I do to make things okay… There's still hope, right?” She muttered, releasing some tears. “There has to be..”

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Vaggie pinched her nosebridge. “What the hell are you playing at?” She couldn't figure the Devil out. But she then blinked, searching the leather bag she had on her for the book. “No fucking way…”. It had been a short children's story to keep the little ones from venturing into Hellfire forest, but now that she was here, it started to make sense. The Devil who looked so monstrous and spoke so viciously was indeed the princess who lost her heart to the prince.

“I see you're one who likes to read.” A voice piped in as Vaggie blinked, turning to the speaker. “And seems gears are turning in your head, eh?” She heard it say she couldn't believe her eyes. It was a white and red rubber duck with a slicked back hairstyle and white top hat.

“Uh… Who the fuck are you?” She blurted as the duck looked offended.

“Why I'm the cursed King of course! Lucifer Morningstar of the Pride Kingdom, at your service.” He politely bowed.

“As in the king who vanished, leaving his only child alone?” Vaggie looked angrily at the duck.

“It wasn't by choice, I swear! My lovely wife went missing seven years prior to all this, and I was held up in the East Wing of this place. Then some old crone enchantress decided to turn me into this, and my baby char-char into a monster!” Lucifer squeaked, flapping his plastic wings.

Vaggie looked skeptical. “So everything here is under a spell?” She asked not buying it.

“Yes! Oh please miss, save my little applepie, I'm powerless in this form and that stupid witch cursed me so all I can do is quack around Charlie and the others!” He took her hand into his own little wings. “She doesn't deserve to suffer anymore…”

Vaggie gave a soft look and gently picked up the duck. “Alright fine, but I'm shit at lying and even worse at comforting people.” She started and narrowed her eye. “So how the fuck can I help the princess?”

“Well you're literally all I got. So figure that out, and hurry. I don't think we have a lot of time left.” Lucifer stated “Now attend that dinner Maggie!”

“It's Vaggie..” The Latina replied looking unamused. She plopped Lucifer down and went to change behind the dressing screen. The ducky stayed put, being polite as he waited for his comrade.

Lucifer smiled sitting with the goat dolls. “These two are Razzle and Dazzle by the way. I also heard you denied going to dinner?”

“Yes? Because she was literally being an asshole.” Vaggie replied casually from behind the screen.

“Oh please go down and talk to my little sweet baby, she's just a lonely little girl with a broken heart.” Lucifer pleaded.

“Baaap!” Razzle added his voice pleading as well.

“Baap bap!” Dazzle sounded sadden.

Vaggie looked over at the clothes that had been laid out for her. She sighed softly. “Alright, quit sounding so pitiful, I'll go down and see her…” She groaned, putting on one of the many outfits.

(Thanks for reading this part my misfit ^^ Don't be afraid to leave a comment, I love feed back and such ^^)

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afyrian · 15 days

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ch. 2 - august 24 masterlist

loud music blares through the bar and suffocates your ear drums. the band stands under the colored lights, playing a cover of some rock song that you'd hear over the radio. you sway a little to the music, sitting at the bar with an empty shot glass in front of you. the bar tender leans over the bar a little and tries to gain your attention.

"someone down there ordered you a little gift!" he hands you a glass of something, a cherry resting on the top of it.

you raise an eyebrow at the older gentleman at the end of the bar. watching as he gives you a slow wave and a wink, a whirlwind of nausea fills your stomach. to appease his clearly slimy intentions, you give him a soft smile and take a drink of the alcohol. it's strong, immediately burning your throat.

instead of drinking it fully, you set it down and cover the top with your hand. for a second, you look around the bar and wonder where rintarō could've ran off too. for the past month you’ve tried to stay together while going out. however, his lack of presence makes you hyperaware of the people around you. the chill of the glass beneath your hand, goosebumps running up your arms.

suddenly, a loud voice echoes over the band, right near your ear, "how you liking it here, honey?"

you bite back the urge to roll your eyes. the voice is unfamiliar, grimy, and way too close to you. you take in a deep breath and look over at the guy. his hair is slicked back into a greasy looking bun, clothes are slightly ripped and packed with grease stains. for a second, you wonder if the grease in his shirt is the same stuff he used for his hair.

"i said-"

"i know what you said! why don't you go pick on someone a little more your style!" you shout back through the noise, heart beating a little quicker than normal.

his eyebrows furrow as he sets one of his hands on the back of your barstool. his thumb just barely grazing the back of your shirt. chills run up your back and your jaw clenches, free hand forming into a loose fist. "darling, i think you're exactly that for me. i mean, you're absolutely beautiful. those hips of yours, that mouth-"

"who the hell do you think you are?" a voice finally drowns out that of the man who just can't seem to walk away.

standing there is rin, his arms crossed in front of his chest, back straight. he holds a scowl on his face that you don't think you've ever seen before in your years together. unbeknownst to you, he's switched one of his rings to his ring finger, fiddling with it in front of the creep standing beside you. "someone who wants you to mind your own business!"

"well considering she's my wife..." he pauses, looking over at you, gaze softening to one you can recognize, "i think it is my fucking business. now walk away or you won't be able to walk away."

the man mutters something about you not being worth it. however, his hand still touches your shoulder as he walks away, wanting to get one final 'fuck you' in. you bite your cheek and take in a deep breath through your nose. your gaze stares down the guy as he walks away, only being pulled away from the vicious thoughts plaguing your mind by rin.

rintarō gets closer to you, hand reaching out to rest on the bar, "are you okay?"

you look back up at him, shoulders dropping. you've dealt with people like him before, it's nothing you're not used to at a bar. but having someone like rin there made it so much easier. the way he stood there, gaze unmoving from the man, you can't help but stand up from your seat and wrap your arms around his chest.

for a second, you can feel him tense slightly, hands hovering over your own back. however, he's quick to return the hug, letting you rest your head on his shoulder. if it weren't for the strong smell of alcohol and people sweating profusely, this could've been a sweet moment. especially when he backs away from the hug and rests his hands on your shoulders.

"you want to get out of here? there's a twenty-four hour ramen shop down the street," rin tries to yell over the loud music, not wanting to shout your ear off.

"yes!" a wave of relief washes over you, the thought of leaving all of this and just hanging out with him sounds so comforting.

the two of you quickly gather your things and squeeze through the crowd of people, reaching the front door and making your way into the fresh air. suddenly, everything sounds so much more quiet and surreal. the puddles of water still on the road and the neon signs lighting up the buildings. you take in a deep breath, letting your heartbeat return to normal.

"thanks for being the best husband ever," you lean against him, wrapping your arm around his.

he smiles to himself, not wanting you to notice the giddy expression he holds. he'd probably never tell you about the feelings that he so deeply feels for you. however, hearing the words that melt his brain so easily makes it hard for him to resist the fluttering in his stomach. "well, i did vow to help through sickness and health, so i think this counts," he mutters, only letting you hear it.

“then you’re doing a phenomenal job and you will some day when you get married to an equally phenomenal woman.”

for a second, rintarō urges to ask if that woman is you. to get down on one knee and ask if you want this marriage to last the rest of your lifetimes. despite all of this, he just keeps walking with you attached to his hip, replying that he sure hopes so.

#the longest contract #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fic #haikyuu fanfic #suna rintaro haikyuu #suna rintaro x reader #suna rintarō #suna rintaro #suna x reader

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ofoceansandtombsanew · 26 days

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Do you mind if I ask your top 10 favorite characters (can be male or female) from all of the media that you loved (can be anime/manga, books, movies or tv series)? And why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before.....Thanks...

no worries at all, i've never been asked that actually! i really apologize for how long this took to answer because i was thinking so long and hard about characters in media that have touched my heart in different ways.

but in no particular order my top 10 favorite characters are

honda tohru

haruno sakura

narancia ghirga

rengoku kyojuro

bakugou katsuki

iwakura mitsumi

yamada asaemon tenza

nijimura okuyasu

furina

sokka

+ 2 bonuses for fun

the protagonist of fruits basket, my girl tohru. my fellow clumsy queen. if i were going to list down 4 characters i related to the most in animanga, tohru would be one of them. maybe it won't be too much of a surprise she's on this list because one of my highest ranking posts is literally a deep dive into tohru as a character. shameless self promo read here, but this would definitely explain all the reasons i love her so much. but the amount of love this character exudes despite all the painful things she's been through, how i relate to how she tries her hardest to present herself as bubbly to hide her loneliness from even herself, there's just so much i can't help but love about this character.

sakura is one of my girls from now until forever. she's the reason i love cherry blossoms so much. if i had to pick only one character from naruto to call my favorite, it would go to sakura hands down, no questions asked. i'm a first generation sakura fan (lmao is that a thing?) where i liked her from her very introduction to naruto. i loved her pink hair, her green eyes, how she carried herself and you will always see me in the trenches defending sakura as a character and what she supplied to the naruto series. maybe it's because i also related so much to sakura growing up and growing up with the character as well, so there's a lot for me to love here.

narancia is honestly one of the most beautiful characters in jojo for me and i'm not just talking about aesthetics. off rip he comes off as a dumb, violent gangster when in actuality, in spite of the more obvious aspects of his characters, there is a strange purity to narancia. in his loyalty, in his straightforwardness to even how his stand ability manifests as a toy army plane. the implications of the child soldier narancia very much became, his efficiency in being able to kill while very much so still being that kid whose biggest fear than anything was being alone. narancia truly believed he was going to die alone in that alley. his death in jojo is honestly still to this day, one of the hardest hitting. because it was so brutal and unexpected and in a lot of ways so unfair even if the rationality as to why he was targeted made sense (i've talked a number of times with my mom who has seen jojo about how all of the characters who die in pt 5 are core members of the 'heart' of the bucci gang, narancia ofc being one of them). in that moment, everyone cried for him whereas prior he was the one who cried on behalf of the party for the loss of abbacchio.

rengoku lwk just might be everyone's fav in demon slayer but i don't care, same here. his owlish design, his vibrant energy, the conviction to stay behind his principles and even die by said principles? i can't not admire the guy and how despite his short appearance in the story, you still feel the ripple effect of it throughout the story. sasori, maybe deidara had a point when he said true beauty is fleeting and an explosion.

katsuki honestly stole the whole show of bnha for me. hell i was out here enjoying him even when he was just an irredeemable bully because i could see early on the complexity of the character and was honestly curious to see where such a belligerent personality came from. how he's reflected on himself throughout the story, becomes better than the person he was the day before, all of that is really admirable to me. it's lwk honestly gets to a point where if katsuki isn't the focus of an arc or episode, i lose interest. show me the explosion boy please. i also feel like even with the great aspect of the character, there's a lot of disservice towards him regards to how the way his parents treat him is swept under the rug, the way they completely brush over the fact they muzzled and chained him on live television due to his refusal to accept an award and presented a strong student as mentally unstable to the masses (something that led to his very kidnapping, mind you). but my gripes with those things honestly make me love this guy even more than i already do.

mitsumi from skip & loafer is another relatable character for me. from the older trans woman figure in her life (one of my moms) to the clumsiness. like mitsumi, i too am always falling over and because of that i've gotten good at picking myself up. characters like mitsumi, you can't help wanting to follow the model of. i love her straightforwardness, her open-mindedness and appreciate how she views life and those around her. i can only hope to be more like her, among some other characters i love, in my daily life. i love how it doesn't really matter who someone is in relation to her or someone else she knows, she makes her own fair assessments of that person and judges based off her experiences with that person.

tenza is the best character in hell's paradise. argue with a wall i can't be argued against here. damn did we lose when his fine ass got axed early in the storyline. i deadass almost stopped reading hell's paradise after chapter 21 because i was that upset about his death. i'm a sucker for a character who dies saving the rest of the group, and the way he went out in a blaze of glory. already dying, already bleeding out but still deciding he'd spin his last few minutes of life buying time for his comrades. his final thoughts wondering what his life could have been like if he weren't dying in that moment. the students he could have had. the wife he could have had. the visceral reaction i had seeing his body get tossed over like he was nothing but garbage? still feel that. he's another example of a character who didn't have long to shine in the story in terms of number of appearances but the way you feel his presence in the story after his death? how it fuels shion and nurugai's quest for vengeance. how that vengeance almost very well destroyed one of them. how tenza in spirit gave nurugai the will to save shion's life. i really, really loved it. it was such a subversion of expectations seeing the pupil die rather than that master.

okuyasu is definitely my favorite character in diamond is unbreakable. he comes off as just comic relief, which to be fair, okuyasu is very funny. however comma, there's so much to depth to the character that you really appreciate as the story goes on. he's a follower by nature, you can see that from the very first episode you meet him where he follows his brother's orders. that once keicho died, he immediately found someone new to follow in josuke, our jojo for the part. but you see him slowly starting to take those steps towards becoming someone who doesn't just follow, but leads. someone capable of deciding for himself what he wants to do. especially after his brother dies and he becomes a caretaker for himself and his father. how he wants to put large windfalls of money into his savings. how he is able to work around his intellectual shortcomings with his strengths. okuyasu is dumb but he isn't an idiot. he is actually quite astute in a lot of ways one doesn't expect and that he doesn't give himself credit for. so all of this made his grand decision not to follow his brother into the afterlife so satisfying.

oh how i loved furina from day fucking 1. from the moment her design got leaked i knew where my primogems were going. when she entered the story officially? i was even more in love just due to how different she was as an archon. i could understand why she wasn't for everybody but she was everything for me and that's all that mattered. then we get the level 4 tragic backstory, her 500 year long opera where she alone is on the stage? it wasn't enough just to pull for furina, furina deserved everything my account had to offer. her story quest really made me want to shove paimon and the traveler into a blender but regardless, this character has my whole heart and i will eat up any content that pertains to her as i fucking should. she deserves my everything.

sokka. absolutely sokka. seeing sokka finally get his fucking flowers during the atla revival during 2020 brought so much joy to my soul. i've loved sokka since back when atla was still airing on tv. he has been my favorite and honestly i think some of my humor and sarcasm of today relates all the way back to the guy with boomerang. i got both of my moms into atla and it really made me happy to see the guy they initially saw as the dumb funny one in the group when they just glanced at the tv when i was watching it, is actually arguably the smartest on the team and a literal genius who grew into the man he wanted to become since episode 1. that he was actually the most logical member of the team and the most practical when it came to their long term goals. he was humbled and realized his misogyny was an incorrect way of thinking, he learned from his mistakes an even with his insecurities about where he stood on the team, he never let that get him down for long.

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ojamajo doremi is coming back, so i gotta mention my two of my fav girls from the series that i relate to the most. first up, harukaze doremi or i'm doing myself a disservice. doremi is a character that has a lot of shortcomings from her clumsiness to her . and i relate a lot to her because of that. whenever i learn something new, i'm never the best at it. especially handicrafts and seeing others around me being good at those things definitely sucked. so seeing a character like that was great for me at that age. but one thing that is just so great about this girl is, to quote caribou-kun on youtube (please watch his video essay on ojamajo doremi on youtube) "she is the greatest friend in the entire world". and i don't say that lightly, she's like the tohru honda of majou shoujo. she would literally take off her shirt and give it to someone to throw up in if they needed it. the way she can connect to people. how she supports them when they most need it even if she doesn't know what is the right thing to say or even if it is at the cost of her own feelings. when i say i want to be a good friend to someone, doremi is one of the faces i picture.

and finally, senoo aiko. she was my favorite favorite of the ojamajos growing up. initially because, well, she was the blue one and blue has been my favorite color since before i can honestly remember. because damn did certain parts of her character also really relate to me. divorced parents (although in my case, they got divorced when i was very young and have been that way since my earliest memories) and doing your best to handle that situation even if you want your parents to get back together. my parents never got back together like aiko's but honestly, she i was happy to see that old dream of mine be realized through her. she has had to be the prince for herself and others in her life for most of her life, and when you finally get to see the moment she can just be the princess is wonderful.

there are other characters i haven't mentioned due to the limitations of just 10 characters but these are some characters that immediately come to mind for some major favs.

#look she's answering #fruits basket #furuba #jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #bnha #mha #skip & loafer #hell's paradise #jigokuraku #genshin impact #atla #ojamajo doremi #animanga thoughts

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 2 months

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More TEXT CONVOS!! (Also I want you to know that you can disregard the drabbles ! I just hope you're doing well and taking care of yourself 💗💗) 💺 anon

🍊) My little (brat) princess

🍊: I hid a bag in our closet. If you find it, do not open it. 🍒: Well now I kinda want to look for it 🍊: Please don't. 🍒: :( 🍊: I'm serious. 🍒: What even is inside? 🍊: It's a surprise.

🍒: About to take a bath, alone 🍒: No one here to wash my hair for me 🍒: Or leave kisses on my neck and shoulder 🍒: Or run their hands down my body 🍒: HOW ARE YOU AT THE FRONT DOOR ALREADY??

🍊: My love for you is like diarrhea 🍊: I can't hold it in 🍒: Am I supposed to say something nice?

🍊: How would you feel if I shaved? 🍒: Please just tell me you didn't 🍊: Well... 🍊: Yeah I was just kidding love 🍊: WHY DID YOU TELL LEMON WE'RE GETTING DIVORCED?

🍒: How much until your cute ass gets home?? 🍊: I'll be there in less than an hour ❤️ 🍒: Prepare yourself because the moment you step in I'm gonna jump in your arms and attack your pretty face with kisses 🍒: I can't wait to cuddle and hear you complain about the mission 🍊: I'm so in love with you

🍊: [1 image attached] 🍒: Screaming, crying, shaking, shitting, pissing, banging my head againts the wall, ripping my hair out, clawing out my heart, slamming my fists on the table 🍒: You look lovely

🍒: Hello my mandarin 🍊: We're not doing this

🍒: I think Tan hates me 🍊: Excuse me? What made you believe that? 🍒: That was meant for Lem 🍊: Why would you tell him you think I hate you? 🍒: Because he's very funny and I love to gossip with him 🍊: I'm funnier than him actually. And that still doesn't answer my question 🍒: You didn't ask me to be your valentine :( 🍊: That's because we've been married for 8 years, I assumed you're already my valentine 🍒: You have to ask :( 🍊: Fine. Will you be my valentine? 🍒: Yes :) [Tan reacted with ❤️]

[Unknown number]: Hello my beautiful wife. I am curently writing this message to apologize and ask for your forgiveness. Please unblock me. Yours, Tangerine. 🍒: ENOUGH

🍋) Silly goofy guy

🍋: How's my favorite person in the world doing? 🍒: What did you do? 🍋: Jumping to conclusions I see 🍒: Lemon what did you do? 🍋: Promise you won't get mad 😆 🍒: I promise 😊😊😊🔪😊😊 🍋: I broke your heels 🍒: ... 🍒: Well did you at least take some photos?? 🍋: You know it 🤪 🍋: [5 images attached]

🍋: Should we play minecraft? I wanna finish our train 🍒: Tan said he doesn't want to :( 🍋: Tell him to mind his business

🍋: I was drinking bubble tea and choked on the balls so I spilled the drink everywhere 🍋: Now Tan won't even look at me

🍋: I've been looking for my gun for 2 hours only to realize I don't have it anymore 🤣🤣🤣🤣💃🥳😆😼😼

🍒: He's my little anal ☺️ 🍒: ANGEL 🍒: ANGEL I MEANT ANGEL 🍋: THE WAY I SCREAMED 🍒: DON'T SHOW THIS TO HIM 🍋: HE'S LOOKING AT ME NOOO 😭😭

🍊🍋🍒) The fruit bowl

🍒: Do you ever just 🍋: Yeah, but 🍋: Yk? 🍒: Damn man I sure do 🍊: Is this why you two created this group chat? 🍋: Actually it's so you can like and subscribe 🤯👽❓ 🍒: But first, a word from our sponsor!! 🍊: I'm so done with you both

🍋: Should I dye my hair? 🍊: Absolutely fucking not 🍒: Pookie no it won't look as good as it does now!! 🍋: Love you guys 🫶 🍋: I already bought the hair dye 🍊: WHY DID YOU EVEN ASK? 🍋: I'm in a silly goofy mood 🍋: So green or blue? 🍊: I will smash your head through a window 🍒: LEM LISTEN TO US!! 🍋: Yo I kinda look like the joker

🍒: [2 images attached, it's photos of Tan and Cherry hugging] 🍒: These look so good! 🍒: Lem best wingman AND photographer 🍋: Fucking finally. It was getting annoying 🍊: Would you stop it already? 🍒: Yeah, it wasn't THAT bad 🍋: [1 image attached, text convo of Tan talking about Cherry to Lem] 🍊: DELTE THST RIGHT FUCKING NOW 🍒: 🤣 🍋: Oh I know you're not laughing Cherry 🍋: [1 image attached, text convo of Cherry gushing about Tan to Lem] 🍒: THAT'S MESSED UP

+ bonus 🍊: Made her laugh today and I can't get it out of my head 🍊: It's driving me nuts 🍊: I must've looked fucking stupid the way I just stared at her 🍋: Talking about her again? 🍊: Who else do I ever talk about you nob 🍋: So did you ask her out? 🍊: What do you think? 🍋: I'm thinking no because you're a pussy 🍊: Fuck off

🍒: Ok so I was talking to him earlier today and he just put his hand on my shoulder and got really close to my face but I feel like he was mostly looking at my lips. Maybe it was just my imagination 🍒: Anyway, does he do this to everyone? 🍋: Girl

hii angel!!! I really do want to be able to write them for you, I’ll keep them in my inbox and will def try to do one of them, but if not, keep them noted down and I’ll get around to them eventually 💓💓

THESE ARE SO FUN!!!?? loved them all, especially..

^ why would he tell us if he doesn’t want us snooping??????

^ lem would be the mediator, trying to rationalise tan not to shave (even if he was messing) he doesn’t want to see his bro with a baby face

^ ALL OF THAT😭😭 and then, you look lovely. I HAVE A PICTURE IN MY HEAD AND I NEED TO ADD IT bc it works well and obviously bc it’s hot 😩😩😩😩😩😩

^ tan would be acting like he doesn’t know lem😭

^😭😭😭😭😭 we just have random half conversations (but we each no exactly what the other is thinking) and it just annoys tan sm. “what did you think about that thing?” “that was so crazy. what did you think about that other thing? not that thing but another thing?” “holy shit man, but did you see?” “RIGHT? and then?” “omg😭”

^ lem got the receipts 😭😭😭😭

^😭😭😭😭 “bc you’re a pussy” and “girl” lmao

#ask #💺#tangerine headcanon

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totally-a-different-person · 4 months

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Idfk if fic requests are still open lmao, but I've been kinda into transmasc Edd lately and maybe Tord can affirm him by calling him "my handsome man" while making love to him 🥺

Sure! I love this, sweet affectionate sex is underrated I think (nsft past this point proceed at your own risk)

So in all seriousness this might not be the best call, it's been said a million times that banging your friends only complicates things and makes it awkward. But Tord was really convinced that he and Edd were different, and that it would be fine. They had done everything together since they were little kids, so why not this too.

They were both a little drunk, which definitely helped move things along, and he couldn't stand seeing Edd all needy and squirmy with nothing to help him, he was terrible at hiding it especially while he was tipsy. So that's how they got from being in the living room watching a movie with the others and sharing a bottle of vodka to Tord's bed.

In all honesty he was a little surprised Edd was so willing, he knew he had issues with his body, especially the parts that are for sex, and had expressed before to Tord that he felt like it made it really hard for him to have a good sexual experience and made him really hesitant to that stuff.

He felt sort of special, like Edd trusted him. It made perfect sense to him, maybe the whole reason he was so hesitant with everyone else is because he didn't know if he could be comfortable around them, but he knew he'd be safe with Tord.

He had Edd properly wrap his legs around his waist, trailing his hands up his thighs slowly tenderly, absolutely relishing in the sweet little moan the brunette gave into the kiss. Was it bad to say he had wanted this for a while? To be able to hold the little brit like this and hear his little noises, it was wonderful.

He felt a hand tangle into his hair, very gently pulling him closer as Edd kissed him deeper. He seemed so desperate, his other arm wrapped around Tord's neck. The kiss broke and he took a few breaths, not letting go. "P... Please, Tord... I want it so bad" he seemed embarrassed, but more desperate than anything.

Clearly he didn't want to wait, even if they had just started. The norsk just stared for a moment, enjoying his red, bashful expression in the dim light before nodding "don't worry, I'll take care of you" he was taking Edd's pants off as they spoke, dropping them off the side of the bed.

He didn't waste any time getting his tops off too, running his hands up the brunettes now bare sides and watching the way she shuddered slightly. "So handsome..." He mumbled leaning down to kiss his neck, slipping his boxers off finally.

The boy bit his lips and spread his legs, he was soaked already. Tord's heart skipped a beat and he gave a little breath. It wasn't fair to make him wait any longer, but he loved watching him like this. He pulled his own shirt off, and took off his pants with one hand while he opened the drawer and fished out a condom with the other. Even if Edd had been on testosterone for a while now and wasn't ovulating anymore, better safe than sorry. Tord figured at least. It was a bright cherry red, that was the only kind he bought.

Edd was wiggling impatiently, watching closely as Tord removed his boxers. If he was sober he would have been more embarrassed about staring like that, but it didn't even cross his mind. He's seen Tord's dick a few times, it happens when you know someone as long as he's known Tord, walking in on each other, skinny dipping, they do a lot of dangerous stuff in which clothes get ripped.

"would you put this on for me?" He was snapped from his thoughts by Tord handing him the condom with a little smirk, blushing a little more, he nodded quickly. He took it and sat up a little, Tord sitting back a bit on his knees with a soft smile. There was something weirdly intimate about the way he gently rolled it on, biting his soft pink lips before giving a little breath as he was done, looking up at Tord for confirmation that he'd done well.

The norsk chuckled softly and kissed his cheek, mumbling "good boy" before gently kissing him again. Edd kissed back right away, whimpering softly into it and pressing a little closer to his lover.

Eager to continue, while also not wanting to move away, Tord gently had Edd spread his legs, the other hand holding his hip. He just pushed into him in the position they were in. The brunette moaned sweetly into the kiss and held him tighter.

The taller started moving his hips slowly at first, the kiss breaking with a huff and he pushed Edd to properly lay down. He watched him, mumbling "so perfect, Eddy" he began speeding up and getting harder, Edd moaning and whining more, his chest rising and falling quickly. "My handsome man" he rubbed his hip.

His partner melted so much at all the praise, just softly begging him not to stop and to keep fucking him, wrapping his legs around Tord's waist. The norsk took it as a sign to go harder for him, electing a cry of pleasure from his partner. The brunette was twitching and gasping as he was fucked, not clear minded enough to think to be quiet.

Even if he had been sober, Tord was just slipping him further and further into sub space and that made it terribly difficult for him to think clearly. He couldn't think about Tom and Matt, or anyone really other than how good it felt, how good Tord was making him feel.

Tord was panting softly as he thrusted, one hand on Edd's hip and the other gripping the blanket as he thrust into his friend's perfect tight pussy. It really was so tight around him, he was practically drooling, getting harder and harder without even realizing at first. He only realized what it was he was doing when he heard Edd screaming.

He seemed like he was absolutely on cloud nine, back arched slightly as he held the blankets desperately, drooling a bit "f-fuck- Tord!~" he let his head fall back, moaning out loudly. Tord felt himself blushing deeply watching him, the room full of his noises, and the sounds of skin against skin.

It was a slight struggle to keep his eyes open but it was so worth it, watching Edd writhe in pleasure, the pleasure that Tord was providing him. Absolutely fucking magnificent. He held onto Edd's hips with both hands now, keeping him in place so he could be a bit more precise.

The shorter man panted and drooled, giving little broken moans "T-tord, oh my god" he let his head fall back, moaning loudly "It feels s-soo good- ah!~" he was trying to push his hips forward as if that would help him feel it deeper, biting his lips and giving little moans.

He was starting to get close, and he didn't even say anything, but it was like Tord knew somehow. He let one hip go and instead used the hand to very gently stroke his little clit while thrusting, it was plenty erect already by now after all. His lover nearly screamed, hips jerking slightly as he arched his back, whining and crying.

He came hard, squeezing even more around the norsk's cock as he held the blankets for dear life. "O-oh god" he breathed out, letting his eyes flutter shut as Tord stopped for a moment, his hips stuttering as he came as well, panting and filling up the condom.

They just stayed out for a second, he couldn't have pulled out even if he wanted to, Edd still hadn't taken his legs from around his hips. Seemed he liked him being so close. So Tord leaned in and gently kissed him, the brunette just giving a soft hum and very carefully and sweetly wrapping his arms around his neck.

Everything was so sweet and soft and warm for the time being, he moved away slowly, kissing his cheek and jaw instead "you did so well Eddy, such a good boy, my handsome man" he coed watching the smaller blush, looking up at him. He slowly pulled out, Edd letting his legs fall against the bed.

He took the condom off and just threw it away, laying down and wrapping his arms around Edd when he shuffled closer. This was fantastic, if Tord could pick a single moment in his life to pause time and live in it forever it would have been right now. He ran his fingers through the boy's hair, Edd's head tucked just under his own, chin resting on Tord's shoulder.

"Du er så kjekk, kjære" he whispered, kissing his forehead sweetly. Edd didn't know what he said, but it didn't matter. He just gazed up at him like he was the only thing in the world. They both fell asleep like that, naked and tangled together under the wonderful blankets.

#sinsworld #sw edd #sw tord #sw tordedd

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noa-ciharu · 1 year

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Seisub red ridding hood AU 🌸🐺

As I promised @jimekki I wrote 4.4k of wolf!Seishirou stealing red riding hood!Subaru's basket and innocence. It's mostly pwp but with some humor and fluff. Don't ask in what state Subaru arrived at his grandmother's house or what her reaction was - let's just say she dialed local hunters right away. Hokuto was delighted although.

Subaru was left daydreaming whether he can domesticate his 'friend' local wild wolf but Seishirou left encounter wondering if he should kidnap Subaru, shows him so much pleasure he turns into beast too and decide living in woods beside him is a great idea.

I saw that middle pic and just had to make aesthetic board 🐺❣since NSFW entire fic is under cut

Tree bark behind him tree. In front one he’s been warned to watch out for. Be careful Subaru I heard there’s a dangerous big wold out there in the woods – Subaru recalled Hokuto’s warnings and wondered just how did he get into very trap he was cautioned about.

Wolf closed in. Subaru tensed, shiver ripped down spine. Strangely thought of fighting for freedom not once crossed mind. Cheeky grin on wolf’s face sent additional shiver down spine; yet oddly heated up in same breath.

Subaru brought basket closer to chest and stuttered - “Umm, e-excuse me but I really can’t give you my basket…”

He glanced down to basket, tilted head curiously and let out sardonic chuckle. Blush raised to Subaru’s cheeks. Despite danger he was in he couldn’t help admiring wolf’s appearance, especially when so up close. Few buttons undone at top revealing strong collarbones, broad shoulders, too attractive smirk, strong musky scent, striking predatory amber eyes and – wait, what was he doing? Admiring the one who preyed upon him? Oh gosh. So improper. Subaru flushed further and tore eyes away from predator cornering him. This so wasn’t like him!

Panicking inside he didn’t notice when wolf closed all distance between them and barricaded him between forearms. Subaru’s pupils dilated, breath hitched up in throat. Wolf leaned in to sniff content of the basket; licked lips in manner that made Subaru feel things definitely not appropriate given the situation. Were those butteries in stomach? Why did his heart beat this fast? He hoped wolf heard none of it, discerned none of his apprehensions.

Ah, he definitively should protect the cherry pie from the wolf (although since when wolves go for sweets?). Subaru lowered basket to knee level and hoped grip on handle will be solid enough. Wolf tipped his chin. Why he allowed to be cornered like submissive prey, Subaru had no clue. All he can think of is how uncharacteristic it is for wolf to have such soft hands.

“I’m afraid it’s not the basket I want anymore”, he hushed, eyes wandering all over Subaru’s body. Then leaned in and -

“What a-are you doing?!”

All protests went ignored. Wolf kept on sniffing his neck; sensation tickled, was borderline disquieting yet Subaru found he couldn’t push away. From corner of eye he noticed wolf’s tail wagging like on common household dogs. Maybe… just maybe, this was all false alarm? Maybe this wolf wasn’t as dangerous as cautionary tales warned.

“Taking in your scent so I can find you again”, wolf whispered into his neck and switched to other side, like he hasn’t sniffed enough.

Bad idea. Actually disastrous idea to allow this person means of tracking him down anytime. Danger in bold and italic. But… something intrigued; allured forwards. Cast aside all warnings and reasons. Logically Subaru knew he should fight back and run away as fast as legs carry him, but heart told him to remain right where he was; frozen in place and submitted to will of his predator.

Subaru squirmed and whimpered once wolf pressed in too close; he smelled so attractive, Subaru couldn’t help being mesmerized by such strong muscular scent. Wolf gripped him by hips and held in place. He blushed bright red; save for his sister noone ever touched him, let alone sensually like this. Subaru had to tighten grip over basket, his hands were quivering way too much.

“Umm… wolf-san?”

“Just call me Seishirou”

Sniffs turned into tender presses of lips. Subaru shivered in both fear and something still unlabeled. Neck is such vulnerable area, he shouldn’t allow to be touched so freely there; yet he did almost naturally, despite knowing those teeth could tear his neck apart in a heartbeat.

“You never told me your name little red riding hood”, wolf – no, Seishirou hushed once more.

“I…”, Subaru began and thankfully sealed lips shut.

Just what in the world was he doing? Trusting a complete stranger, wolf he was cautioned about to the boot! Unbelievable. He was ambushed by this person for heaven’s sake! What will he tell Hokuto later on? He bet she’ll scold him and be immensely disappointed; as she should be because Subaru too was dumbstruck about how docile he was acting around Seishirou despite knowing him for literal five minutes. Yet… he couldn’t deny the magnetic attraction, feeling like he knew this person whole life; something allured him towards Seishirou like moth to the flame. Subaru knew this was disastrous idea, knew on rational level; but deep down something did fall into place. Situation both felt oh so right and very wrong. He couldn’t resist giving in.

Seishirou glanced up. Something in those amber eyes rooted him on spot; penetrated through skin into very core; enkindled. Subaru swallowed and tried putting body in check; no good to let Seishirou know just how thrown off loop he way. Still, mind short-circuited, Subaru never felt this lost in his life; never felt so alive.

“I’m Subaru…”, he heard himself say, lips moving and forming words on their own.

Grave mistake, yes in all likelihood. Seishirou regarded him with cheeky grin; once more his tail was wagging left and right. Must be excited, Subaru concluded somewhat curiously. Suddenly he found he didn’t mind giving his name away at all; if anything was glad he did.

“You smell so sweet Subaru-kun”, Seishirou praised hoarsely. Even let out a muffled growl; in turn Subaru felt electricity flash through whole body.

“I wonder if you taste just as sweet” – he added and flickered tongue over one particular spot on neck. Electricity turned into scorching heat.

Subaru bit lower lip in hope of containing moans and whimpers. This was almost too much, noone ever touched him like this! Oh gosh, what does he do? How does he react? Good thing Seishirou kept him in place because Subaru had a hunch he’d have collapsed long ago. Licks intensified, combined with wet sucks. Subaru snapped legs shut and tried to keep himself in check. It would be beyond improper if he got arou -

Fangs sank into skin. Pain ignited right away.

“Ahh!”

But what Subaru didn’t expect was for ache to blend into pure ecstasy.

Screamed echoed through the woods. Subaru hoped there was noone nearby to hear his high-pitched scream (wait - hunter wandering nearby would definitely save him but issue was Subaru wasn’t sure whether he wanted to be ‘saved’). What was even more embarrassing was how all blood in body rushed south. Pants already too tight, if this goes on Subaru had no doubt he’d get fully hard very soon. So shameful, so improper. He hoped cape would cover most of his embarrassment hence Seishirou won’t notice.

“I was right, you taste sweet” , Seishirou purred and licked trail of fresh blood; closed lips against the wound and sucked.

Oh gosh. Sharp stab of pain did entice, but nowhere near enough sensual licks and sucks did. Either Seishirou somehow knew precisely how to spur him on or maybe he was just way too sensitive; way too untouched. Subaru squeezed eyes shut, gripped bark behind him and tried centering himself as each suck made sweet ache in his groin more and more unbearable. This was so indecent, he was sure Seishirou would either tease him or be repelled if he found out he got aroused by being turned into prey; or both. For real, just what was wrong with him? Never in his life he acted so deviant.

Subaru tried to repress his desires. Alas, his situation became only more and more urgent. He was throbbing already, precome dampening cotton underwear. In retrospect, denying his own physical needs all these years might have been not so good idea. He’s too touch-starved. That had to be why he’s so pent up now and –

Seishirou bit him again. Another scream broke out.

He could feel Seishirou chuckling into neck in response; warm breath ghosting over bruised skin (just what will he tell grandmother later on? Oh no…). Subaru could no longer contain mewls and moans; saliva trickled down chin, he tried to wipe it off but arms refused to comply. Skin too sweaty, clothes too tight, vision blurry. He was trembling so much basket slipped from fingers.

No, he should definitely retrieve the basket. That’s the reason he departed on this trip after all. What will he tell grandmother if pie got too damaged?

“Ah, w-wait Seishirou-san! The basket - ”

“- which I couldn’t care less for right now”, Seishirou cut in and gazed up.

Half-lidded amber eyes, predatoriness clear as day in them; as well as something more ardent and untamed, ironically almost more dangerous than desire to hunt him down. Frightened yes, but Subaru couldn’t help being turned-on by being preyed upon; by being wanted. Just how sick he was, to let complete stranger, wolf he’s be cautioned about, do this sort of thing to him? Physical touch this intimate should be scarce and yet…

Yet…

“I have a sweet tooth for something else”, Seishirou teased and licked saliva of his chin. Subaru was sure he outshone redness of his cape.

Seishirou smirked at him, playfully slid palm down cheek to neck; being enchanted by his eyes Subaru didn’t notice Seishirou undoing his cloak; only when red cloth fell onto grass did Subaru become aware of cold air over sweaty heated skin; consequentially of what he allowed to happen. Before he could say a thing Seishirou lowered head and returned to sucking on his neck.

Wanton moan accompanied by grinding of hips – no, Subaru could no longer control himself. His hands flew up, fingers tangled through Seishirou’s hair. Guttural groan of approval, Seishirou rewarded him with series of butterfly kisses; stuck as tender, pulled wool over eyes. This man was nothing but wolf in sheep clothing, it’ll do Subaru no good to forge – ah, how tantalizing those sucks felt, he snapped eyes shut and writhed against the tree.

Seishirou’s palms were everywhere; from shoulders to waist down to thighs. Each ruthless grip set all nerves aflame. Each place touch landed burned; marks imprinted through skin, into very soul. Arousal ate Subaru alive, he could no longer care about the consequences; like he was an animal here he gave into primal needs. Subaru groaned and tugged at Seishirou’s hair; urged him on. Seemed like that worked as Seishirou groaned into his nape and began grinding back a bit. Despite knotty here and there his hair was soft. Subaru wished gloves weren't there, that he could feel it under bare hands.

Sharp bite had Subaru’s eyes flying wide open; back arching and hands trembling. Sweet desire blossomed into tantalizing ache, Subaru wasn’t sure how long he could hold on. Oh damn he was drooling over himself; so mortifying, Subaru had no clue how Seishirou reveled in this whole messiness. No, he couldn’t give up control like this. Focus! First thing that caught Subaru’s eye were fluffy ears and tail standing stiff. Being an animal lover he knew canines usually despised tail pulling. But petting ears couldn’t hurt? Another gentle stroke through hair, then Subaru tried slowly stroked Seishirou’s ears.

Reaction was immediate. Seishirou tensed in his arms; gripped his hips so tightly it hurt. Then growled and thrust their groins together. Subaru’s pupils dilated, pulse sped up; he almost came from that grind alone! Oh gosh…

Seishirou glanced up – flushed face, disheveled sweaty hair sticking to temple, pupils dilated, dangerous glint in eyes. Subaru’s breath stuck in throat, image far too endearing yet arousing at same time. Still, he didn’t know what to make out of Seishirou’s reaction. Was he sensitive there? That growl sounded way too attractive, Subaru was tempted to pull his ears again just to make the beast snap for real.

Considerations and kindness got the best of him however - “I’m sorry! Did I hurt you?”, Subaru stuttered, voice cracking.

Seishirou’s eyes widened at that; he appeared befuddled. What was he confused about? Subaru hoped he hasn’t hurt him too much. Or maybe hidden message flew over his head, maybe this was about something else altogether?

Something clarified in Seishirou’s eyes, realization flashed across face. He smirked in way that made Subaru’s body heat up even more. What allured him so much in this wild sly wolf, he had no clue.

“You’re such an innocent and naive little one, aren’t you?”, Seishirou teased and dragged fingertip down his nose to lips.

Smile turned feral. Subaru caught glimpse of fangs – did those bite him minutes ago? Should have hurt far more, maybe Seishirou held back? Somehow idea of him holding back the entire time petrified; but also intrigued, uninhibited part of him wished to see beast get unleashed. Truly sinister.

Touch slid down chest to stomach; predatory fixation in amber eyes, not for a second did they wander from his face. As if hypnotized, Subaru couldn’t tear gaze away. Seishirou tilted his chin with other hand, then murmured softly - “Beware of big bad wolf Subaru-kun, he might just tear you apart”

There was nothing soft in amber eyes. Just prurient desire. In a flash shirt ended up hoisted up chest. Subaru yelped and instinctively pushed Seishirou away. He didn’t budge at all, just smirked; then lowered head and flickered tongue over left nipple.

If Subaru thought he was aroused before, it was nothing in comparison to level of lust he felt now. Back arched from tree bark, eyes rolled back into skull. He trembled and moaned when Seishirou took nipple in mouth. Tongue swirled around already erected nipple, fangs grazing as a warning; danger only enticed further. Underwear was soaked already, he was so aroused it hurt. This was way too much, he was blushing so hard he thought he might pass out. All novel, he’s never been touched in such sexual way. Each sensation overwhelmed.

Yet not for a second he wanted Seishirou to stop. Whether this was due to heat of a moment or magnetic connection pulling them towards one another, Subaru couldn’t decide. That allure, intangible but ever-present – he wondered if Seishirou felt it too.

Seishirou gripped his waist and dragged chest closer to his face; tilted head and licked left nipple few more times. He pulled away with lewd pop, sound making all blood in Subaru’s body rush to head and swollen erection. Saliva tangled between his skin and Seishirou’s lips, messiness of all this embarrassing and enticing. Then he closed lips over right nipple and started sucking right away. Subaru’s vision blurred, knees felt weak; groan after groan slipped from lips. He gripped Seishirou’s shoulders for support. Whether accidental or thanks to subconscious mischievous impulses, Subaru’s other hand ended in Seishirou’s hair; more precisely over ears.

Another growl; vibrations felt right over nipples, Subaru had to squeeze legs shut and hope he won’t cum from depth of Seishirou’s voice alone, How come he was spurred on by subtle presence of danger? Just what was wrong with him? Much to Subaru’s dismay Seishirou released nipple and raised up. Once more his cheeks were flushed, dangerous glint in eyes ever-present.

“Don’t tempt me Subaru-kun, I’ll eat you alive”, he half joked half threatened, voice equally husky and ragged. Instead of being frightened by blatant display of held back animalism Subaru was aroused. Truly depraved…

Still, looks he wasn’t the only one affected here. Yes, there was matching hardness grinding against his, Subaru realized delightfully. Once more, he should be alarmed; was intrigued instead. He didn’t have time pounder on whether it was proper to touch Seishirou back or not as Seishirou slid hand down his body and cupped him. Oh gosh, how electrifying touch felt, all Subaru could do is throw head back and moan. He heard Seishirou chuckle, felt another lick down neck. Before Subaru could decide if enough was enough Seishirou undid closure of his pants and shoved hand inside.

“What are – oh gosh!”

Nothing could have prepared him for that amount of raw pleasure. Initial touch so overwhelming Subaru had to clench all muscles to not cum right there; it’ll be so embarrassing, only expose how untouched he truly was. Seishirou glided sharp nail over tip of his cock, pressed right over slit and smeared precome. Touch ached a bit, yet all of pain blossomed into pure ecstasy.

“You’re so wet already” – hoarse voice, husky tone, intentional humiliation, that sadistic grin on lips – Subaru reveled in it all way too much. Lust boiled within blood, not once in his life was he this aroused, this yearning.

Seishirou glided free hand back to nipple; rolled right one between fingers, then squeezed tightly. His hands were so big, size difference between them served as additional turn on. Every now and then cold sharp nail caught against his heated skin. Subaru grinded teeth and hissed. Soft chuckle, pinches grew rougher; then Seishirou twisted hand around and pressed thumb over nipple. Subaru’s lips fell open, nothing but moans and saliva coming out; eyelashes fluttered against flushed cheeks. His cock pulsed uncontrollably, more and more precome rushing out. Seishirou surely took note of that.

“Did you have this done to you before?”, Seishirou teased hoarsely; warm breath ghosting over Subaru’s lips. Yet no kiss ever arrived, just sadistic amusement and mockery.

Subaru shook head, furious blush over cheeks. He squinted for a second and noticed Seishirou’s tail wagging once more. Did his virginity really spur him on that much? Happy like a dog really, except his ‘dog’ was anything but tame and obedient little puppy, quite the contrary – wild sly predator.

“Then allow me honor of stealing your innocence” – basically a purr. Seishirou finally gripped him properly and began stroking. There was no withholding that wanton moan.

Dignity be damned, he’d go insane out of pent-up frustrations at this rate! Subaru gripped Seishirou’s shirt for leverage and thrust into his hand like crazy. Saliva dripped down lips, thighs trembled; heat pooled down lower stomach at alarming rate. But Subaru couldn’t stop, banish mere thought of that! True he’s done this to himself few times before, but nothing could compare his sloppy amateurish strokes to swift ferocious way Seishirou was jerking him off.

Subaru was aware he should attempt to hold back a bit because given how uncontrollably his erection twitched he knew he’ll cum in next to no time; but friction felt oh so sweet, forbiddance of this meeting only spicing ardency up. Tight grip over base, swift glide over shaft to tip; fingertip teased right underneath head, thumb glided over slit. Other hand pressed and rolled nipples, toyed with them as he pleased. Subaru never played with himself in this liberate manner, he had no idea this much sexual gratification was even achievable. But oh how he craved for more, it was animalistic; for touch to never stop.

Seishirou squeezed him roughly and that’s all it took for passion to topple over edge. Eyes rolled back into skull, tremor ran through whole body. Subaru moan incoherently and start cumming hard over Seishirou’s hand and inside pants.

World went black. Ecstasy shot through every nerve, hormonal bliss so powerful it separated Subaru from himself for a second. He was aware he was trembling to the core, cock still pulsing and pumping more seed; but all numbly. He never had orgasm neither this long nor self-shattering. Subaru’s knees went weak, vision still blurry. Good thing Seishirou was holding him otherwise he would have collapsed.

“That was fast”, Seishirou commented with mid curiosity. Chuckled, released him and eased hand out of his pants. But he didn’t step away.

Eventually Subaru came to himself. First thing he noticed was Seishirou leering at him and licking lips. Then glanced down semen-stained hand and added - “And a lot”

Subaru wished ground would open and swallow him whole. He blushed red as cherry. Underwear soaked completely, he really climaxed a whole bucket; it looked really thick to the boot. Repression did its thing, there was no other.

Seishirou abruptly stepped away, no warring whatsoever. Still tranquil from post-orgasmic bliss Subaru didn’t have enough strength to support himself. He fell down on knees on top of leaves and grass.

Sardonic chuckle from above. Only then has it dawned on Subaru – he was being seduced like a naive boy then used like a toy. No amount of sugarcoating will help put veil over plain brutal truth. Yet still, he didn’t find it in him to feel betrayed or angered; post-coital rapture still desensitized, left him psychically and emotionally disorientated. Subaru glanced up and Seishirou, silently begged for an answer he knew deep down he won’t get.

Seishirou brought hand to lips and licked it clean, all while maintaining eye contact; avidity and insatiable hunger in his stare burned through skin.

“Looks like it’s not just your blood and saliva that taste sweet”, he murmured huskily with cocky grin and half-lidded eyes.

Oh gosh. Subaru blushed for nth time in last hour; wasn’t… that supposed to taste foul? Especially so gushy. Maybe his senses were different from regular humans. Or maybe he was lying for some additional ulterior motive; who knows with sly wolfs.

Subaru fell from euphoria high just enough to realize he should have arrived at grandmother's house long ago. Damn, she and Hokuto will be worried sick because of his inability to resist temptation! He yelped and frenziedly readjusted his clothing. Uncomfortable to be going around in wet underwear but there was no other, he had to endure. Subaru fetched red cloak only to notice it’s been torn at sides a bit. He gulped; surely questions will be asked, he’ll have to come up with plausible explanation on his way to grandmother's house.

Of course, that’ll all turn into pipe dream if Seishirou refused to let him go. He’s been freed on Seishirou’s own volition sure, but there was always a possibility that was part of grander scheme. Subaru glanced up a his… something. After what just happened they were something, right? Disheveled appearance, messy sweaty hair, prurient glint in eyes, ears standing tall, tail rapidly wagging, tent at front of pants till discernible. Right, Seishirou didn’t get to climax yet but everything screamed he was eager to. Should… he offer to return the favor? Subaru wasn’t confident in his skills but kindness nudged he should at least try. Given how Seishirou was all over his lack of experience Subaru had a hunch he’d revel more in amateurish hand-job than skillful one.

Subaru properly gazed up at his predator. Cleaned throat to capture his attention and buy time to gather courage. Then opened mouth to offer to -

Wolf had his basket.

Unbelievable! He promised he’d leave the basket alone if Subaru, well, offers himself. Damn did that sound cheep, like he sold himself for one cherry pie. Although he had a hunch he would have given in even if it wasn’t for stupid basket.

Still, Seishirou promised. And wow what a fool he was to believe wild wolf would stick by his words.

“You promised me you won’t steal the basket!”, Subaru yelled and swiftly got up to feet.

In a flash Seishirou was kneeling beside him. Instant flinch. Before Subaru could back away Seishirou gripped his chin, leaned in and pressed lips over his.

Kiss ended in before he could react anyhow; whether he wanted to kiss back or push Seishirou away, Subaru couldn’t tell. He traced thumb over lips, mind blank – that was his first kiss. Subaru didn’t know how to feel about something so scarce being stolen; both kiss and first sexual experience. Still, deep down it did strike as right. Beside being bewildered he was sure he was red as cherry; triumphant grin on wolf’s face sobered him up a bit. Damn, he should at least attempt to get the basket back, not be seduced like this! Alas, before Subaru could even come to his senses Seishirou already raised up.

“Mistake of yours to trust the big bad wolf”, Seishirou teased and paced few steps backwards. Basket hooked over arm, piece of cherry pie in hand; he took a bite (apparently now wolves prefer sweets over meat) and flashed best nonthreatening smile. Subaru knew better than to fall for that plastic grin.

“Until the next time Subaru-kun” – he crooned and ducked behind the tree. Subaru ran after him but both wolf and his basket were long gone.

Much to Subaru’s dismay Seishirou managed to get out of sight in a heartbeat; was too fast to follow, let alone track down. He was in Seishirou’s natural habitat, of course he won’t have an upper ground here. Subaru knew he’d be fighting a lost battle so he gave up. He sat on a stump and sighed.

Understatement he was left feeling torn about the whole ordeal; also about Seishirou himself. On one hand Subaru wanted to hate him but couldn’t; oh no, he knew right away that wolf was bad new, there was nothing unequivocal about that. But whole experience left him conflicted, reprimanding himself on one hand and being blissful at other. He shouldn’t have let Seishirou take advantage of him like that but deep down Subaru didn’t regret what happened; he wished to be touched in special manner by special someone for way too long. Oh well… it was a onetime thing, so he should forgive himself and forget Seishirou altogether, right?

Except Subaru had a hunch wolf won’t leave him alone so easily. If that turned out to be the case and they cross parts again Subaru surely won’t let this encounter repeat. Yes, no matter how much his heart and body screeched for more sensual gratification. He had more dignity than that!

It was already getting dark. He should rush to grandmother’s house as fast as legs carry him. Subaru got up abruptly; vision swam, legs buckled underneath him. Mind oddly tranquil for once yet body way too weak. And not to mention persistent ache on neck – wait, that has to be from when Seishirou bit him. What if wound is visible? What if all hickeys become visible in the morning? Wound, stolen basket, dirty clothes and ripped cape he could explain somehow but love-marks? Not a slightest chance.

Just what does he do?

Subaru dragged palms over face and groaned. What will grandmother say when – what was that smell? Strong musky one, almost earthly – is that Seishirou’s scent? Where was it coming from? It took Subaru couple agonizingly long seconds to realize it was oozing off him. In short: he got marked in every way possible by that wolf. Unbelievable! Just what gave him a right to do that? Okay maybe not every way possible since there surely was very define way left that – gosh, why was he thinking about that? He got turned into a pervert by that perverted wolf, there was no other!

Blush returned to cheeks; he cupped face and groaned once more. In half an hour his whole world got turned upside down. Subaru already dreaded the moment grandmother and Hokuto lay eyes on him. But oddly he couldn’t help looking forwards to next time he’s sent on trip through the wood.

#seisub red riding hood au #deserves whole tag cuz idea is top notch #tokyo babylon #seisub #seishirou sakurazuka #subaru sumeragi #in my mind these meeting became regular encounters

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Hi uhm hi!! I want to quickly say your writing is amazing.its serotin producing. And let me request something for the battle of the resturants stuff with my silly little guy yuuku parfait and ace trappola 😘

Yuuku is a very introverted person who absolutely loves desserts and stuff. They cant work as the cashier because they stutter. A LOT. Like bro cant hold a conversation with strangers. They act cold and mysterious and serious all for the sake of people not wanting to interact with them but is actually. A SWEETHEART. They have a lil' silly crush on Ace and almost everyone but Ace himself know

Thats all! I need to ramble abt them for a bit! Remember to take breaks, drink water and stay safe!!

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Yuuku's hands shook slightly as they did their best to swirl the frosting correctly around the cupcakes. Siren did her best to teach them the art but really, it was more of a feeling you had to get right.

...It didn't help when they could feel Ace Trappola's scrutinizing yet curious stare on them from miles away.

"Yah," He pointed to one of the cupcakes. "Why did you use purple instead of green for this cupcake frosting?"

Yuuku gave him a cool shrug. "I wanted a mermaid kind-of theme. Purple complemented blue better than green. What, you don't like it?"

'Idiot!' He scolded himself internally. 'You just had to act cool and tsundere, don't you??'

"Jeez Yuuku," Ace huffed, shoving his hands in his pockets. "It's just a question."

Without a single pause, Yuuku retorted with a quick "What do you want?"

"I'll grab a chocolate milkshake and one cherry pie to go."

He just stared at Ace.

"What??"

"Recite your order to Melody," Yuuku pointed to the red-and-blue-eyed girl, who was busy with Cater's order. "She's the cashier, not me."

"Nah," Ace leaned in with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I want you to do it. Not her."

Holy Seven- Yuuku could feel his heart pounding like a blastcycle. Out of everything he could have been feeling flustered by, it just had to be Ace's snarky words.

"S-Sure," Yuuku cursed himself internally for stuttering but Ace's little head tilt and grin made up for it...slightly.

"Melody!"

The purple-and-black-haired girl gave him a hum in response, fiddling with the zipper of her purple hoodie. "Whatcha want, Yuuku dear?"

"He's just going to input my order," Ace cut in, shooing Melody away. In response, Melody looked left and right before giving him a middle finger.

"Sevens- just say so. No need to be so rude," She huffed before giving Yuuku a look filled with pity. As if to say "this guy? really?"

Yuuku only shrugged as he slid in, yet he could feel the tips of his ears burn. "Would you mind reciting your order?"

"A chocolate milkshake and one cherry pie to go."

He nodded before scurrying away. He could still hear Ace's chuckle and once again, his cheeks felt as if they were burning.

"He's so cute..." Yuuku heard Ace murmur quietly and he combusted into flames. He can die peacefully now - RIP YUUKU PARFAIT

"Y-YUUKU?!"

"SOMEONE GIVE HIM SOME WATER!!"

#battle of the restaurants #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #ace trappola #ace trappola x oc #twisted wonderland oc #twst oc

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nightfang22 · 27 days

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The Norski and the Themby-Chapter Two

A/N:Hi again!I hope you guys can enjoy a flashback to my older writing with me and see how much it has grown!I hope you guys enjoy and again,a special thanks to all the people who make what I do possible.Especially @p34ch-tr33!Enjoy!

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The final bell came and it was time for me to meet Frost out by our bikes so we could ride home together. As I was about to close my locker, Tord stopped me. "Hey, Lyric. Wil je langskomen? Ik heb bandtraining maar ik kan je daarna helpen met je Engels." ("Would you like to come over? I have band practice but I could help you with your English afterwards.") He smiled. I bit my lip, looking at my watch. "Ik moet Frost ontmoeten bij onze fietsen om naar huis te rijden." ("I'm supposed to meet Frost by our bikes to ride home.") As Tord and I were talking, a couple of girls walked by staring at us. More specifically, they were staring at me. "Look at her. She can't seriously think he likes her. She's such a freak. I mean she can't even speak English." The other girl snickered. Looking back at Tord, I noticed him sneer. "What's your problem, Caroline? What? Are you jealous that you can only speak English? It's the most basic and boring language out there. You're just a bitch." He spat at her. She stood there with wide eyes and red cheeks. "B-but Tordy-" He cut her off. "Larsson. It's just Larsson to you." That's when he put his arm around my shoulders, closing my locker and walking away. I looked back over my shoulder to see Caroline crying. "Gaat het?" ("Are you okay?") I nodded and blushed, looking down. I felt tears spring to my eyes and I tried my hardest to hold them back. Tord held the door open for me, signaling with his hand as if to say ladies first. I bowed my head in thanks and he followed me to my bike.

Frost was already there and waiting for me. When he saw me, he engulfed me in a hug. He eventually took notice of Tord and looked at me with an eyebrow raised. "Frost, dit is mijn vriend. Hij gaat me bijles geven in het Engels." ("Frost, this is my friend. He's going to be tutoring me in English.") Tord held his hand out to my brother. "Hallo, ik ben Tord." Frost looked between Tord's hand and his face. "I speak English perfectly fine. No need to try to impress me." My brother spoke with venom dripping from his words. I elbowed him in the stomach. "Frost!" I don't know why he's acting like this but he needs to cut it the fuck out. He's embarrassing me. I pondered on how to say my thoughts in english. "I'm sorry about him, Tord. Frost, I am going to hang out with Tord so he can teach me how to good Engels." Frost looked like he was about to argue when I cut him off. "Nee. I'm going. You can't stop me." He sighed heavily. "Fine. Be home by dinner." He hopped on his bike after giving me one last hug. I looked up at Tord to see his brows furrowed and his fingers twitching. "Are you…prepared?" Tord snapped his attention over to me and nodded with a smirk. "Ja. Volg me." ("Yeah. Follow me.") I walked my bike over to Tord's car. He had a cherry red Impala. He grabbed my bike and set it in the trunk. He opened my door for me and got in on the driver's side. I curled my legs under myself and buckled in. Tord switched the radio on and Seven Nation Army started to play. I bit my lip and giggled. Tord glanced over at me and then back at the road. "You like this song?" The smirk on his face when I excitedly nodded and bounced a little in my seat only grew as he turned the volume up a bit. He started drumming his fingers on the steering wheel as he drove. That's when it happened. I completely lost myself to the music. I started to sing.

I'm gonna fight 'em all,

A seven nation army couldn't hold me back-

My heart beat in time with the music as I tapped my foot and drummed my hands on my lap.

They're gonna rip it off,

Taking their time right behind my back-

I smiled as I started to sway in time to the music, completely immersed in my own world.

And I'm talking to myself at night,

Because I can't forget,

Back and forth through my mind,

Behind a cigarette,

And a message from my eyes says leave it alone,

Don't wanna hear about it,

Every single one's got a story to tell,

Everyone knows about it,

From the Queen of England to the hounds of Hell,

And if I catch you coming back my way,

I'm gonna serve it to you,

And that ain't what you want to hear,

But that's what I'll do,

And a feeling coming from my bones says find a home,

I'm going to Wichita,

Far from this opera forevermore,

I'm gonna work the straw,

Make the sweat drip out of every pore,

And I'm bleeding and I'm bleeding,

And I'm bleeding right before the Lord,

All the words are gonna bleed from me,

And I will think no more,

I felt eyes on me but I elected to ignore it.

And the stains coming from my blood tell me go back home-

The song came to a close and I opened my eyes again with a gigantic grin plastered to my cheeks. Tord chuckled lowly and I could yet again feel his eyes on me. He gave out a low whistle. "Du er virkelig noe annet, ikke sant?" ("You really are something else, aren't you?") He had a smirk on his face as he bit his lip and examined me. His eyes traveled up and down my body but it didn't feel physical. It was almost as if he were looking through me, right through to my soul. He must've realized how long he'd been staring because a scarlet blush dusted his cheeks and he cleared his throat. "Uh, we're here. Come on. I'll introduce you to Paul and Patryck." I gulped, swallowing the slowly growing lump in my throat. More English speakers. Yay. Tord must have noticed my discomfort as we got out of his car because he ruffled my short brown hair and said, "Don't worry. They speak Norwegian like me. We grew up in Norge together." I visibly untensed as he said that. I don't know how much more I could take of constant translation. Tord grabbed my hand gently, leading me into what I assumed was his garage. He opened up the large pull door to reveal what looked like a normal teenage boy's bedroom. "You sleep in…garage?" I asked, taking my time to find the right words. Tord smiled and nodded. "I sort of just always have the house to myself. My parents travel back to Norge for my father's work a lot and I'm an only child." This seemed quite bizarre to me. "What does your father do?" I questioned. It had to be something rather diplomatic to leave your only child in a whole other country that often. "My father is a military man." Oh. That made sense. I nodded as I tossed my bag on a chair and sat down. My eyes carefully scanned the room. There were band posters of Norsk artists and a few framed photos on the desk. The more impressive thing was the stage set up on the other side of the room. Tord suddenly took his shirt off and my hands became quite interesting. Tord took notice of this and laughed. "Sorry. I probably should've asked first." He grabbed a shirt and some cargo jeans from his dresser and went into what I assumed was the bathroom. That's when a door that led to what I'm guessing was the inside of the actual house opened. Two boys around my age walked in , joking and laughing. This must be Paul and Patryk. "Hey, Tord! You ready for this awesome jam sess-" They stopped dead when they noticed me sitting there. Oh no. Fuck, Tord wasn't back from the bathroom yet and I have virtually no clue who these guys are. I started to internally panic.

"Oh, uh…is Tord here?" One of them asked. He had shaggy hair and a 5 o'clock shadow. He was holding a cigarette. I bit my lip and scrambled to my feet awkwardly, trying to find the right words in English. "Umm, y-yes. He's in the…potty room?" I stuttered and stumbled over my poor English phrasing. The taller one with olive skin laughed a bit. "Potty room? What? Can you not speak English?" I blushed in embarrassment and hung my head, shaking it. "N-not well…" I said, biting my lip and holding back tears. The room fell silent. That's when the bathroom door opened and Tord walked out, tossing his dirty clothes from school into the hamper. "Sorry about that, Lyric. I never stay in my school clothes when I come home. So, are you-" He looked up at the scene before him: My head hung low with tears in my eyes and his two bandmates standing in the doorway. "Lyric. Hva er i veien?" ("Lyric. What's wrong?") He quickly crossed the room to me, holding my arms. He tilted my chin up, making me look him in the eye. Eye contact makes me uncomfortable so I just looked the other way. He saw the tears in my eyes and growled. Turning his head to Paul and Patryck he asked, "What did you two morons do? I was gone for like 10 minutes!" He held me to his chest and I buried my face there. Tord was a good bit taller than me, about 5'11". "Pat laughed because she can't speak English very well." Paul immediately fessed up his comrades actions. Glancing at Patryck, Tord raised an eyebrow. "Pat, is this true?" He waited for a reluctant answer. "I swear, it was just a reflex! I didn't mean it." Tord grumbled some curses in Norsk under his breathe. He petted my hair and sat me on his bed. I curled in on myself, hiding my face in my knees. Tord walked over to the two and whispered something angrily in Norsk. Whatever it was, Pat squeaked and when I looked up, he was nodding fervently. I wiped the tears from my eyes and took a couple deep breaths. Tord kneeled down in front of me. "Are you okay?" He asked. I searched my brain for a minute, trying to understand before nodding my head. "Good. Pat has something he'd like to say to you. Don't you, Pat?" Tord cut a cold glare his way. "Yeah, I'm really sorry. I had no idea. I never intended to hurt your feelings. I'm not a malicious person. Especially to someone so beautiful." I blushed at his apology. "It's good." I mumbled shyly. "Okay. Now that that is out of the way, allow me to introduce everyone. Paul, Pat. This is Lyric. They're a friend from school. I'm going to be tutoring them in English. Lyric, these are my childhood companions and bandmates, Paul and Patryk." I held my hands out to shake and I think they misunderstood because instead, they hugged me. When they pulled away there was a look of shock and a pastel pink blush on my cheeks. If you can't tell already, I'm very easily embarrassed. "Any friend of Tord's is a friend of ours." Paul said. "Now, Tord. Are we going to jam or what?" Tord laughed and grabbed his guitar. "As soon as you guys get set up." He grinned and began messing with the strings, tuning the guitar. "I didn't know you play guitar." I said. He smiled sheepishly at me and nodded. "Yeah. I've been playing since I was a child."

The boys set everything up and got tuned up. "1,2,1,2,3,4!" Paul yelled. Paul apparently played the drums and Pat played bass. Tord played guitar and did vocals. They were playing beautifully. It was a cover, a song in Norsk. I recognized the language. It was a song entitled Fy Faen by Hkeem and Temur Ahmed.

Tord:

For vi lever for å dø,

Til vi smelter bort som snø,

Og de ser etter feil,

Men jeg flipper finger'n,

For jeg lager min vei,

Når alle ber deg stoppe opp,

Glem det og fokuser og jobb,

For sjalusien, den brenner,

Skjønt at mange broer må brenne,

Så alle e'kke venner,

Fy faen, fy, fy faen,

Alle de er snakes, så det er helt normalt,

Fy faen, fy, fy faen,

Ingen her har tid til en mislykka dag,

Fy faen, fy, fy faen,

Alle gir meg hodepine nå om da'n,

Fy faen, fy, fy faen,

Dette her er budskapet gjennom min sang,

Noen få snakker mye,

Mye bak min rygg,

Snakker mye på mobilen,

Fortsatt på den og de sløser bort livet,

Forandring må skje,

Vet det er klisjé,

Dette ekke film,

Så sett deg ned og hør på når jeg gjør min ting,

I let myself close my eyes and sway to the music. That's when it happened. I started singing.

Fy faen, fy, fy faen,

Mange av gutta mine har begynt å hustle om da'n,

Fy faen, fy, fy faen,

Slanger kommer og går som en boomerang,

Fy faen, fy, fy faen,

Skal vise alle sammen, for jeg sitter på en plan,

Fy faen, fy, fy faen

Dette her er budskapet gjennom min sang,

Jeg skal vise mine enemies,

Mens de er på fest og drikker hennessy,

Har bare day ones, ingen frenemies,

Jobber 24/7, du veit at vi baller,

Lager musikken som de spiller når vi scorer,

Skal skyte gullfuglen, du veit at det er over,

For treigt ut, veit at du sover,

Fy faen, fy, fy faen,

Mange av gutta mine har begynt å hustle om da'n,

Fy faen, fy, fy faen,

Ingen her har tid til en mislykka dag,

Fy faen, fy, fy faen,

Skal vise alle sammen, for jeg sitter på en plan

Fy faen, fy, fy faen,

Dette her er budskapet gjennom min sang,

Dette her er budskapet gjennom min sang-

The song came to an end and I opened my eyes as the last chord rang out. My blue eyes fluttered open to see all three Norskis staring at me with wide eyes and dropped jaws. I dropped my head a bit and smiled awkwardly. Tord smirked and shoved his hands in his pockets. "Boys, I think that we just found our new female lead vocalist."

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shadowlight501-2 · 2 years

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Red scaly eyes coated the walls, ceiling, floor, everywhere I looked I'd see an eye staring at me. When I closed my eyes in hopes to escape all I could see was eyes staring back throughout the darkness. Watching me watching me it's always watching me. Eating, bathing, sleeping, it haunts me following me anywhere I go. I can't breathe as warm hands gently caress my neck, a pressure of someone on my chest. Opening my eyes a figure coated in black, stares. Everywhere was eyes, dark crimson glowing eyes. Hands slowly wrap around my neck as I can't move. I can't take my eyes away, a pit in my stomach, my insides twisting and turning into knots. I could no longer breathe everything hurt so much so much so much. I can't breathe, I can't breathe. Move move. My vision is hazy, my cheeks are soaked, my head blurred, my feelings are swarming. I can't stop, why am I smiling? I can't breathe. Is this what I want? Isn't this what I deserve the feeling of pain, pleasure, sorrow, longing, anger, obsession. Everything was mixed, what is true, what is supposed to be real, make sense make sense can't anything make sense. Can't something that isn't destructive make sense. Neck burning, crushing, hurting, yet it's just a gentle pressure.

I can't see where the eyes are, where is the pain? Wasn't I supposed to be punished more? My chest is drowning, my heart is ripping itself slowly over and over. The pressure is still there, a breath by my face, a cold welcoming sensation. I open my eyes and see an annoying creature half laying on me half on his side. An arm wrapped around my head and shoulder. My head rested on his upper arm, his fur warm. A hand was around my neck gently holding it. The palm was warm like fire burning my skin, the fingertips cold as frostbite.

Emotions attack, breath quickening, memories flooding, my fault my fault. Forget me, please just forget what I was, forget I'm now good, crush me, burn me, shatter me, destroy me. Punish me for the me that caused your pain. Eradicat this parasite. Look at me look at me look at me, I know you're watching me I know you see me see me don't see me please, am I not still the same? Your heartbeat is a pleasant sound, a painful salt, and a hypnotizing remedy. You're awake. You're awake aren't you? I'm staring aren't I…

Harsh shaped Scarlet eyes with a golden hue worriedly gazed up at the dazed black and white Monkey. He was lost in thoughts, lost in the emotions and the lack of complete visual recollection to go with these evocations. His six ears twitched at a sudden low rambling echo, his entire body slightly tensing in a small quick shiver. His violet and grey eyes let reality resurface into focus. Ruby blood eyes stare at him. "What are you thinking about?" The copper haired king repeated in a drowsy mumble. Thoughts stampeded through his mind making every word too loud to speak. "Not sure…" was the only thing that could be squeezed out. It was almost visible how his lounges swelled up with some kind of poison, a poison he desperately didn't want to coat any one of the words he ever spoke. A gentle contact on his lips, slight pressure along with what tastes like peaches seasoned with salt and cinnamon to one, the other tastes cherry plums with mangos. As the stone monkey pulled away his hand glazed the other's soft face to cup his cheek. No words were shared as they watched each other. It was as though they were watching the other's soul dance and flicker like the fire that laid between them, each touch acting like flint 'n steel. Breaking the silence like glass "You're allowed to talk to me." The shards always seemed to fall into the shorter ones eyes. "Even if you want to yell or cry, don't hold it in… not this time around." Heat grew on his face, he didn't have words, he wanted to express his feelings, the feeling of a bubbling hatred paired by a desire to be hurt in what he could only call some distorted form of "love", triggered by a memory he couldn't describe. "I'll listen. I'll let you do anything to me. I'll even just watch." Eyes burning, overflowing, all he could think all he could do was to show. Shifting their bodies he positioned the other as their eyes grew softer almost like an understanding full of sorrow flooding them. The king sat on his loyal shadow's chest, careful not to crush him. His hands were guided swiftly to the other's neck, forced to place a slight pressure onto him. The two starred. It felt like the entire room watched them.

The feelings he had towards his lover was a mixture of remorse and love, But the dark monkey couldn't remember why.

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First attempt at this so idk if I did this good. Was in a mood and just came up with this story as I was writing randomly, then an idea that Macaque lost all his memories at some point, rather this is after S3 or before S1 I'm not sure yet but I like the idea.

Basically I'm thinking that he felt drawn towards SWK and simply followed him around until he was called out on it. Which he then pops out and asks if they know each other. SWK no matter how many attempts would not be able to get rid of this stubborn amnesia monkey who seems to have a very low care for his own life, shown by him being completely unfazed by any kind of threat he might have been given.

The two would proceed to end up in this weird relationship at some point where the monkey still can't remember much of anything clearly but knows he genuinely loves Monkey King, so he doesn't fully care.

He feels a constant need to be punished by the king and he has no idea why, he feels weirdly guilty for doing something he can't recall but knows was wrong towards the king, but he again doesn't really know why. He can't remember clearly and probably never will. I've honestly yet to decide. I like this idea. It feels fun! Even if I don't know how to write this.

I could come up with more but it's getting late so maybe later.

Also in this AU SWK has an immortal peach tree garden because that sounds fun & cute.

Might make this apart of the other AU idk yet.

#LMK AU #Lego Monkey kid #LMK SWK #LMK Macaque #LMK Six Eared Macaque #LMK Monkey King #Shadowpeach #Amnesia Macaque #Posibly going go be apart of the ShadesOfGrey AU ive uet to decide

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Oooh kiss prompts! Kissing as a dare for Sweet Tarts please!

If looks could kill, they'd be dead as dogs.

It's all coming from the girl, too. At a glance, she's just another primadonna soc girl, but she holds herself in a way that promises there's a bite behind her bark.

She's—interesting.

Her eyes keep cutting between Reggie, Luke, and Willie, sharp as knives. She won't take any licorice from Willie, lips pursed in disapproval as her—friend? brother? It's hard to tell, they're both gleaming and blond and have that whole haughty, snobbish soc thing going on.

But he takes the candy from Willie like a shy horse hoping for sugar, shedding more of his haughty armor, blue eyes bright as their fingers curl together for far longer than necessary and Willie laughs low in his throat, easily answering his truth question.

Willie's not fucking with him, either. He tells him about how he ran away from his creepy foster dad and his club.

The girl—Cherry, maybe? She'd snarled their names so quickly, but it would suit her. Her mouth is a blood red gash, and it only twists more severely as she scoffs.

She doesn't speak, stayed by a pleading glance from the boy, but her eyes flash to Reggie’s, snaring him, still with her damn lip curled. He rips his gaze away, fiddling with his candy as his heart hammers.

She could wound him with that mouth, he's sure of it.

So why are they sitting here playing this stupid game, giving a couple of golden soc siblings a ton of ammunition?

Reggie ought to have more faith in Willie, probably. He's gotten them out of more scrapes than Luke can get them into, and Willie could charm the pants off of damn near anyone, including the blonde girl's brother. Unlike her, he's unsprawled more and more ever since Willie aimed that first easy smile at him and shook out his hair.

Hell, that's why they're sitting here with their asses parked to the lip of the fountain, sharing candy and playing this dumb game instead of trying to knock one another into the freezing water.

Or worse.

Luke rips off a bite of licorice. He savors the stuff now since Julie hates it when he smokes, but she loves the black licorice they sell at the counter of her mother's diner. It stains his obnoxious grin an inky black, and he aims it right at Reggie.

Which, honestly, is probably for the best.

"Alright, Reg. Truth or dare?"

He hastily swallows his licorice.

"Isn't it Willie's turn to ask?"

"He asked me." Luke's grin grows in a way that can only mean trouble. "Don't tell me you didn't notice when I took my shirt off. I was all slow and sensual about it for you and everything. Where's your head been? Have you replaced me, baby?"

"Oh—" Reggie shoves at Luke's —yes, his bare arm. Reggie's face is aflame. "Fuck off, or I'll tell Julie that you were messing with my heart and she'll kick your ass."

Luke shrugs. His eyes dance with mischief as he takes another bite of licorice.

"Who doesn't want a woman who could kick their ass?"

Reggie scowls. "Nice try, but I never picked truth. I'll go with dare."

Luke must've decided that he's needled Reggie enough, because he gives him a pretty tame dare. That doesn't mean that anyone else is safe, though, and when the game makes it back to Luke, he picks her.

Carrie, she says. C-A-R-R-I-E. Not Cherry.

Luke bares his teeth in an unabashedly filthy, cheeky licorice grin, and says—

"You think you're too good for our candy? I dare you to kiss Reggie. He's the sweetest thing around, and you'll change your tune soon enough. If not, you'll at least be putting your money where your mouth is."

What. The fuck. What's he doing?!

Reggie grips the edge of the fountain.

Sure, she's beautiful, and fiery, and maybe there was some truth to what Luke had said about women who can kick your ass and maybe he can't stop staring at her prim-petal-thorn-pricked mouth—

"It sounds like you want to kiss him," Carrie shoots back, tossing her golden curls dismissively. She ought to be cold in that dress, but the fury that tinges the tops of her ears red must be keeping her warm. "I'd rather kiss a dog. It'd be cleaner."

Luke tsks, shaking his head.

He's very good at pissing people off. She bristles even more as he continues.

"For the record, I already have. He'd probably ruin you on all of those boring, proper prince charming types with their chaste little post-date pecks. But if you're scared and you want to keep living in your drab little cookie-cutter world—"

She growls, springing up and striding over to Reggie with all the grace of a lioness.

She fists the front of his shirt and hauls him free of the fountain and right into a kiss. Their mouths meld with scorching intensity, harsh and deep and she's definitely getting lipstick all over his face.

Fuck, but it's good. He can't help but melt into it, clutching her waist, and she makes a needy noise low in her throat, snaring his bottom lip between her teeth. He buries an equally embarrassing sound in her mouth, and when she releases him, chest heaving, wild-eyed and face smeared like a starving thing, he dives back in to kiss her again. She claws at his back and runs her tongue over his teeth and he'd let her wound him a dozen times over.

A low whistle reminds them that they have an audience, and when they whirl on their friends, they're all watching them with similarly amused expressions.

The golden boy—Alex—starts to speak, but he doesn't get any further than "okay" before Carrie growls again.

"Oh, shut up! Yes, you were right. At least I've actually kissed the greaseball I like."

Willie swoops in before Alex can curl in on himself, offering to fix that, and Luke looks like the cat that got the canary, smirking at everyone as he munches on his last piece of licorice. Reggie clears his throat, turning back to Carrie.

"I don't put just anything in my hair, you know. I splurge for the good shit. And I love to shower, along with the occasional bath. Most greasers aren't actually, like—greasy. I'm not a burger."

Her lips twitch with the hint of a smile. She still looks disheveled, and he aches to kiss her again, to press her into the backseat of his car before it finally gives up the ghost, to mess her up more. She gives him a real smile, then, one with a glimmer of teeth, as if she knows. They're also stained with lipstick, and it's sort of driving him crazy.

"I could go for a burger. Maybe a milkshake. I'm in the mood for something sweet, after all."

As it turns out, her death glare is great for killing any judgemental stares, though she does level Reggie with the latter when he stirs their milkshake with some licorice.

She still keeps kissing him, though.

#jatp sweet tarts #reggie x carrie #kiss prompts #this got so long and I don't know where it came from #ficlets with ash #julie and the phantoms

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