#D&D writing continues to go well on pace to release at least a couple more things this year which REALLY helps the old emo-state

[mugglesauce]

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[kurinoot]

dinner’s ready

🎉 HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ISSEI “HORSECOCK” MATSUKAWA! 🎉

pairing: matsukawa issei x pussy-owning reader

themes: [shameless] smut, 18+ mdni, post-timeskip, birthday boy issei, sexting, [slight] daddy kink, oral sex (m! receiving), rough sex, creampie, implied breeding, some aftercare if u squint uwu, just Issei calling you ‘baby girl’

wc: 2.6k

note: I know I’m not done with the valentines’ specials and the upcoming white day specials, but I was too tempted to write this anyways bc it’s my bb issei’s special day today uwu he deserves some good food birthday gift. also, this is my first smut in YEARS so please bear with me whew. also, rated spg under the cut uwu. and ALSO, thank you to @india-katsuki, @karasunomygod, @ssrated1volleyballplayer​, and @fuckinuchihas from the hqhq server for checking and proofreading this one hell of a pussy clencher ack

chant: 🎼 drip by asiahn

“Finally.”, Matsukawa sighs as he straightens up his clothes, finally glad that his shift is coming to an end. He checks his things, finalizing for the next day as he packs up his bag to finish the day and finally get a good night’s rest.

Or so he thought.

The vibration of his phone in his pocket catches him off-guard as he walks on his way to the nearest train station, fishing it out as he opens it to the sight of your text message.

baby girl: happy birthday, Issei my love! Preparing your birthday present atm hehe hope ya like it ;)

A smile draws out of his face as he hastily replies, typing out an ‘I can’t wait, baby girl!’ as he approaches the train station in a hurry to try and avoid the rush hour as much as possible; In which his efforts proved to be futile as a massive flood of passengers all went into the train, rendering them like a full can of sardines. Barely but luckily, he managed to get a tight spot for him to fit in as the train door closed in on him before the train moved again and went on.

The trip was silent, with more grunts and voices of “Excuse Me!” being heard as people constantly squeezed themselves in the jam-packed train. Issei was no different, changing and adjusting positions one at a time as passengers came and went out each station up until there were actual seats for him to sit down. As soon as seats become available, he takes the advantage for him to at least get a couple minutes of rest before he reaches his station. In the meantime, he grabs his phone back from the depths of his pocket, which vibrates in notification as soon as his hand reaches it.

To his delight, you replied back with a photo, which he could only see unlocked which he did and the next thing he knew, he was looking at a photo of your legs spread, which unraveled your bare glistening cunt in all your glory for him to see. He feels all blood drain all the color on his face as he instantly feels it all rush down to his now throbbing cock as he grapples his sling bag to desperately cover his growing and straining hard-on. He turns off his phone in the meantime, afraid of draining all of his self-control in public, as well as becoming increasingly conscious of the possible prying eyes on the photo that is currently haunting and deeply imprinting in his mind. He waits a couple more minutes long before another slew of messages from you finally nails the coffin for him.

baby girl: dinner’s getting ready and the only thing needed left is Daddy~ ;)

baby girl: I’ll be waiting ;)

“Fuck, such a tease.”, he lowly mutters in frustration, half-way tempted to ease the pain on his crotch.

That’s it, baby girl. You are so going to get it. he growls in his mind as he makes it in his station just at the right moment, still in one piece. The situation doesn’t help his throbbing crotch as he inconveniently walks past the train door hastily, feeling its tight strain on his pants as he covers it with his sling bag.

He thanks the gods as he finally reaches the doorsteps of your shared apartment unit, breathing heavily both at the way he rushed over and at his cock that was now threatening to pop out of his pants. With a pant, he reaches for the doorknob, opening it to the direct view of you on your back, preparing in the kitchen sans clothing except a frilly deep red apron that barely even covers the peaks of your nipples.

And don’t get him started with your plump ass.

You immediately hear the door open to the sounds of Issei’s footsteps, not looking back as you still prepare dinner for both you and him.

“Ah, Issei! I’m still preparing our dinner but if you’d like there are some leftovers on the table-”

He cuts you off as he violently gropes your bare ass, deliciously cupping your already wet lips as his lengthy fingers graze on its lining. You let out a yelp as you dropped the ladle you were holding in accident, desperately gripping the kitchen counter edge as the sudden intrusion of his fingers left you trembling.

“I-Issei! I-”

“I just came home and I haven’t even fingered you and yet you’re this wet for me, baby girl? Were you too excited for Daddy’s birthday today?”, he hotly whispers in your ear, biting and licking your lobe as he continues his assault on your cunt, leaving you a crying, whimpering mess.

“D-Daddy-”

“Fuck, you’re getting tighter there, baby girl.”, he grunts as your walls clenched tighter on his grazing fingers. With the other unoccupied hand, he unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants, freeing his painfully swollen cock, leaking with pre-cum as he feels all the suffering and enduring from the train earlier lift off his crotch. Much to your disappointment, his fingers slowly went out of your wet cavern, but his next words left your knees weak and body shivering.

“Kneel.”

You silently face him, albeit still reeling from the assault on your pussy, keeping your eyes on him as you obliged, kneeling to the view of his protruding cock. He rubs his hard member with the strings of your slick left on his used fingers as he preps you, rubbing your lips together as he ushers you to take him with your mouth. Getting the cue, you open them only for him to thrust inside you with speed as he grips your hair tight, triggering your gag reflex.

Issei begins thrusting relentlessly into your mouth, reaching the back of your throat as he releases a series of grunts—a cathartic indication of his earlier pent-up frustration as he closes his eyes, relishing the warm, wet feel of your mouth. He feels the flick of your tongue as you take him deeper and deeper than you’ve ever had before, prompting him to release a loud moan in delight. He lets his instincts take over him as he leverages his grip on your hair to control your head on his cock. Once he was sure that your gag reflex was nowhere in sight, he started shoving into your wet mouth more roughly than before, getting even harder as he drinks at the sight of you looking at him with tears in your eyes and saliva dripping from your used mouth.

“You like that, huh?” He moans out to which you could only partly nod in response.

Trying not to lose grip of him, you clutch onto his thighs trying to grip your remaining vestiges of consciousness as you pump your head back to meet his thrusts, forcing out a moan from him louder than ever before.

“Yes, baby girl! Keep doing that! Do it for Daddy.”

The impending frustration from earlier takes its impending toll as Mattsun knew he wasn’t going to last any longer. He shoves with greater force, feeling the precipice coming closer as you can only moan in cries at the sudden change of pace. He cries out loud as he spurts his thick loads into your mouth, stuttering his hips and grunting in pleasure before stilling as he lodges himself into your throat. 

Like the good girl you are, you swallowed them greedily, sucking out everything and leaving no traces of it behind. After a full minute of intense breathing, Issei could only watch you dazed, breathing heavily as he became more turned on at the sight of his cum threatening to leak from your mouth as he tilted your chin upwards, forcing you to swallow it whole.

He pulls you up with your arms, moving you to a clearer space on the kitchen counter as he bends you over on your stomach, licking his fingers wet as he preps your scintillating folds.

“Just so you know, I’m not done yet, baby girl.”

“Y-You do k-know that—ah!—I’m still m-making—ah!—dinner, right?” You shiver as you feel his length rubbing against your dripping slit. You hear him scoff.

“Eh? But I thought this is dinner...”, he pants out as he slams his entire dick in one go, taking advantage of the already wet state of your folds as he turns you into a moaning and shivering mess at the sudden stretch of your core. He stutters his hips slowly and rhythmically, forcing you to feel every inch and vein of his cock as the sound of his balls slapping against you only makes you aroused even more.

He changes the pace as his thrusts grew in speed and rhythm, making you choke on your saliva at the intensity as his grip on your hips tightened, “H-Hold up t-there, Issei! N-Not so f-fast!”.

You could only grip whatever you could hold on the kitchen counter as he continuously stretches you balls deep, hitting and leaving his marks on your ass as he lets out a frustrated groan. 

“Jesus, what did you expect after sending me a picture of your cunt and then say ‘Dinner’s ready?’, huh?”.

You can only cry and moan at his statement.

“T-Thick—ah!” You wail as your knuckles turn white and you feel his thrusts increase in speed at the remark that heavily petted on his masculinity.

“Look at you taking all of me so well...”, he grunted as the developing sound of wet skin slapping increases in volume and fills your entire living space. Issei takes this as a sign as he starts rubbing your sensitive clit violently with one hand as he unties your sinful apron with the other, completely exposing your back to him.

“Oh my god, Daddy! I-I’m—ugh—wanna c-cum!”

“Then cum, baby.” He lowers himself to your ear and then leaves trails of kisses on your bare back, whispering as his words send shivers down your body. It makes you clench tighter on his girth.

The clench of your cunt against his cock leaves him desperate as he feels a coiling sensation in his lower belly, feeling that he won’t last any longer as his breathing pulsed quicker and his hips pushed further and faster, reaching out further to the deep unexplored nether regions of your walls that left you screaming and crying in bliss. 

You feel his grip tighten on your waist as he cries out your name one more time, cumming into you in thick globs as he stutters his hips at each release before he stills deep into you, making sure that each drop of his seed didn’t go to waste.

Your jaw flickers in pleasure at the increasing warmth of his cum flooding your insides as you feel him slowly pulled out of your folds, disappointed at the lack of your orgasm as he maneuvers your body face-to-face with him. He lays you down tiredly on your back at the kitchen counter as you feel achy and sore from your earlier position.

“Do you think we’re done, baby girl?” He imposes as he removes the dangling apron on your neck, throwing it on the side and finally leaving your oh-so delicious perky breasts bare to him. You swore you see his eyes darken at the sight, licking his lips as his cock stood still and hard, unbeknownst to you.

Your eyes and mouth could only bulge wide in surprise as he shoves into you impatiently for the second time around, groaning at the distilled passion of your clenching walls as he uses your combined evidence of coupling as a lubrication.

It didn’t help when Issei had started his assault on your neck, leaving trails of sensitive kisses all over up until he reached one of your pert nipples. He eagerly licks them teasingly before he devoured it all in his mouth, setting your body and mind on fire at the overstimulation.

How come he’s still hard after two orgasms?, your mind dazes.

Third time’s the charm, I guess?

“D-Daddy! Ugh! T-Too sensitive! O-Oh my god!”

Issei could only cockily laugh at your plight, sending down vibrations on your currently abused nipple which only made you cry louder in pleasure. It didn’t exactly help as he continues on his deep, torrid pumping on your already sensitive folds.

This jerk… Just because he has a thick cock...

But you weren’t complaining, really.

You cling onto his neck, graciously and tightly gripping on his thick hair as the constant waves of pleasure from the heavy pounding into your pussy leaves your eyes swollen red and throat sore. His hands threatened to leave a burning mark on your hips, grasping them tightly to keep you in place as his hips went harder and faster into you.

“Y-Yes, daddy! Right there!” You moan out loud as you felt his dick reach the more deeper, unimaginable recesses of your nether regions, ones that you never knew were reachable. With a muffled grunt, he makes sure to piston his cock in the same manner and pace, leaving you further crying and wailing in bliss.

His skillful mouth leaves your abused nipple, now thoroughly coated in saliva, exposing it to the cold air and making it harden more as his one hand leaves his vice-like grip on your waist, tending to your head as he swathes your sweat-soaked hair as he pushes his lips into yours tenderly despite the ruthless pounding happening otherwise. He feels your heart pound intensely against his chest as you felt your hard, sensitive peaks brush over his broad, muscular planes.

Your mind goes into a daze as you feel the sensory overload overwhelming you in the greatest sense. The scent of sweat and sex (and just Issei’s masculine scent, oh my Lord) as well as the sound of wet skin slapping against skin was just too much for you to process.

“I—hng—love—hng—you—hng—so much!”, Issei groans out, punctuating each word per thrust as he feels the all-too familiar burning and coiling sensation in his loins, only this time more stronger than the last time. You can only see him become more desperate for release, with his face shifting to borderline pain and his moans growing louder and desperate as you mewl louder at the sensation of his thick fingers rubbing your overworked and sensitive clit.

“I-I love you t-too, Daddy!”

“Cum with me, baby.”, he groans as spasms of pure ecstasy ran down his veins.

“D-Daddy, ugh yes!”

He releases an animalistic growl, biting down your neck in intense pleasure as he feels his cum gushing out of his system and into your femininity for the second consecutive time. Altogether, he feels the sprinkling sensation of your release as he presses your sensitive nub for the final time, with your walls clenching down on him further, leaving you both exhausted in pleasure. He stills his hips into you deep one more time all before he gently pulls his now flaccid cock out of you, with a trail of his cum threatening to spill from your overworked folds. 

With a gentle touch, he presses a couple of fingers to prevent them from spilling out before he touches your lower belly, basking at the thick amounts of his cum sloshing inside you. You moan at the gesture on your still sensitive body.

“Did that feel good, my girl?” He asks tenderly, kissing you afterwards as opposed to his animalistic behavior earlier.

“Mmmh”, you hum in agreement as Issei feels all his energy fucked out of him, laying down on your chest. You gently massage his head and went to play with his thick locks of hair.

“Well then you can say that I had a good dinner, then.”

“Well happy birthday to you, then.”

all writings in here is kurinoot’s original work. please do not repost or use it to create asmr content  ©️ 2021

[tooweirdforyou]

may I have sumn sweet smol spicy hcs w law and an so who loves giving him head on the daily, like, he could b in his captains cabin, studying medicine n s/o busts in "Baaaaabeeee 4 pm!! dick devour hour!!" hope its clear what I want thank you for ur writings 💕💕💕

Law With A S/O Who Gives Him Daily Head

a/n : well, this was interesting to say the least. Thank you for requesting and I certainly hope you enjoyed this as much as I did :))

Warning : NSFW ahead!

Summary : Law is in his office, working on some paperwork when his significant other barges into the room to give his daily head.

Note : I literally didn’t realize this person requested HEADCANNONS, Not a SCENARIO, until after I finished.

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“It’s already 3:54..”

Law let out a soft sigh as he did his best to relax in his six minutes left of his given peace.

Currently writing up some paperwork, Law decided to use this time to go over the list of items that the submarine was running low on, more importantly, the medicines they needed.

Focused on checking off the plenty stacked supplies from his clipboard, Law wandered around his office and along the shelves, losing track of time.

It wasn’t until the door to his office slammed open, causing the poor male to be startled and heard the all too familiar call.

“Law, babeee! It’s 4:00!” You grin widely and close the door behind you, lunging yourself at the doctor.

Knowing what you wanted, Law exhales inaudibly and shambles you away from him and onto the bed instead.

Falling onto the bed face first, you grunt a bit and felt the soft fabric of the sheets and furrow your brows, sitting up to see you were on the bed.

Realizing what happen, you puffed your cheeks out and pout towards the doctor.

“Oi! What gives?” You outstretched your arms, waiting for him to take you in his arms so you could give his daily head.

Law ignores you and continues to going through the shelves to see what needed to be stocked up, his backed turned to you.

“Lawww...” you drag out with a whine, legs spread and hands in your lap.

Receiving no reply from him, you huff once more before biting your lip and giving a small sly grin to yourself.

Carefully crawling off the bed, you snuck your way behind him.

Law could sense your movement but made no reaction towards it.

Grinning, you wrap your arms around the stoic doctor and instantly brought one hand down towards his crotch, the other going towards the hem of his shirt and sneaking under it to rub his torso.

Law stiffened at your touch as he scowls slightly. “What are you doing, [Name]-ya?..” he asks lowly, staying still as you began palming him through his pants.

“Hm? What do you mean?” You innocently question, leaning your chin on his shoulder.

You continued to palm his crotch before moving your hand into his pants and briefs, finding his already semi-hard member.

Law’s scowl only deepens at your innocent tone as he shifts slightly and felt your cold hands against his skin, rubbing against his toned abs a bit and your fingers wrapping around his member.

“Not today. I’m not doing this again, we already did it yesterday.”

You lick your lower lip slowly as you began pulling at his pants, lowering it just enough to show his v-line and spoke quietly into his ear.

“But that was yesterday, are you saying you don’t enjoy these daily pleasures?”

Tracing the outline of his hard cock through his pants with your fingers, which made Law gulp just ever so slightly.

“Do you really wanna stop?... I figured you could use the stress relief.” You hum softly, lowering his pants further, just enough to let his member spring free.

Exposed to the air, Law let out the slightest shiver as his breath hitches at the touch of your delicate fingers against him.

“Damn it..” Law curses as he felt himself become erect, which made you smirk at him in victory.

You pull your hands away, much to his dismay, and began pulling him towards the bed. “That’s what I thought. Now you just sit down, relax, and enjoy yourself.”

You shove him back so he sat down, legs over the edge as you completely pulled down his pants to his ankles and slid them off, positioning yourself in between his legs.

Biting your lip at the sight of his big, hard member, you began gathering up your hair and tied it back with ease, ( if you have short hair, you pulled it all to one side ).

Once your hair was up, you look up innocently at Law, who was slowly becoming impatient towards you. “Oi, [Name]-ya. If you don’t hurry this up, I’ll make sure you’ll get punished tonight.”

You couldn’t help but giggle at his impatience and his given threat and lean closer to his crotch, rising and gliding your hands over his thighs.

“Patience, doctor~”

However, figuring he had enough waiting, you wasted no more time and gripped the base of his cock in your hands, bringing the other hand towards the tip and gently rubbed your thumb over the top.

The slightest touch on the tip edged him, Law leaning back and supported himself up with his hands clutching the bedsheets.

You lean forward and starting from the bottom, gave a slow kitten lick all the way up to the slit on his tip. Law shudders at the sensation, the warmth of your tongue.

Doing a couple more similar licks, you could hear the breathy and shaky sighs coming from the male as you continued.

Then, you brought his member into your mouth, stopping just past the tip and swirled your tongue around it carefully, making sure you touched every spot.

Law moves one hand from the bed and grabbed a hold of your hair, gripping it tightly as he clenched his jaw at you.

“Enough with the teasing, already.”

He commands strictly and rather quickly, making you chuckle softly around him.

“Fine, fine~” With no hesitation, you ducked your head down further, feeling Law hit the back of your throat with ease.

Holding back a small gag, you pull away a tad bit and let your saliva drip down his cock as you began to bob your head.

As you began to suck him off, the base of his member where you couldn’t reach, you began to pump with your hands.

Closing your eyes, you could feel Law giving small thrusts into your mouth, letting him do as he pleased as his grip on your hair only tightened more.

Law wasn’t much for vocals, but you could hear the small pants from his lips and the quiet breathy groans.

Either you were just that amazing, or Law was feeling sensitive at this point, but he already felt himself reaching his climax soon.

Law pushed your head down a bit further, which you didn’t mind, just taking in the fact that Law was enjoying this.

“Shit, [Name]-ya..” he breathes, tossing his head back at the feel.

The small hum that was heard from your lips sent small vibrations around his member and through his body, making him groan out more in pleasure.

Quickening your pace a bit, you sucked him off a bit harder, tightening your hold on his cock more as well as you let your tongue glide all over him.

Then you stopped right at his tip and slid your tongue over his slit repeatedly, swirling it around the head once more.

“[N-Name]-ya-“

Soon enough, the overwhelming sensational pleasure edged Law and his quickly released his cum not too long after, straight into your mouth.

Small heavy breathes escaped his lips as he slowly sat up and watched as you pull away from him, letting a bit of his cum drip from your lips.

You open your mouth to show all of his white seed inside before closing it and gulped it down, swallowing it and proving to him that you did.

Law internally bites his lip at the sight, admiring the excess cum dripping down your chin which you only licked your lips and used your finger to bring back up to clean.

“Mmh, and did you enjoy that?~” you grin at the doctor, who only turns away in silence.

Law then stands up, making you hum in question before feeling him pull you up and roughly pin you down on the bed.

Widening your eyes, Law interrupts you before you could say a word.

This time, it was Law’s turn to smirk at the sight of your expression, as he leans down towards your face and hovered over you.

“Yes, I did.. and now it’s your turn to have some fun.”

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a/n: hii!! Hope you liked this! :D sorry for you wanted headcannons instead but it was already too late to change it back and I got lazy to do so, haha.

Sorry if it’s short or not what you expected, or if it’s not as great. Like I said, I don’t think I’m too great at nsfw like others are. Hope you still enjoyed! 🖤🥰

[yonqha]

—- 📞

speed dial

the light bulb in your room goes bust, and you needed someone to fix it fast. you had absolutely no clue on how to change a light bulb. but allen ma, your ex-boyfriend, knows how.

allen x reader oneshot (requested) // semi-angst, fluff (?)

word count: 1.9k words

a/n: this was just lightly edited (i got too lazy) lmao so pls excuse any errors >< and :D let me know if y’all want an alternate ending for this i might write and post one soon ^^

masterlist

heavy hands on the keyboard, the smell of coffee suspended in the air, and light illuminating your weary face. this was the current situation as you were busy typing away your report for work. your hours at the office were seemingly not enough for the amount of tasks you needed to do, hence the urge to continue work at home instead of taking your time to rest.

you gave yourself no breaks, wanting to finish this as quickly as possible to stay on track. the only breaks you considered were mini sips of the instant coffee by your side and fast trips to the bathroom. notifications from your phone didn’t bother you at all, you were that driven to finish this report as soon as you could.

but the main light in your room didn’t seem to favor that. after taking a sip from your coffee mug, it flickered a few times and decided to die on you. the room suddenly went dark, minus the light coming from your laptop. this made you groan in frustration. standing up, you went to the light switch just by the door to check. you turned it on and off but to no avail-- it’s a busted light.

a loud sigh came out of your mouth. out of all the things that could happen, your light had to die on you. you thought of just continuing to work without the light, but your eyes were starting to get strained from looking at the screen for hours. this made you regret not buying a desk lamp in the first place.

you had to think of a solution, you didn’t want to stall for too long as you might lose your energy to work. grabbing your phone from the desk, you opened your contacts to try and see if you could call an electrician. but upon seeing the time, you immediately gave up.

there is no way an electrician would go to your place at 2 in the morning.

plus, the time for them to get here? you couldn’t wait that long.

so you decided for plan b: going to wikihow to search how to change a busted light bulb. scrolling through the steps, you just got more and more confused. you don’t even know how to differentiate light bulbs, how on earth are you going to change one by yourself?

so you settled for plan c: finding someone on your contact list that knows how to change a light bulb (and is possibly still awake at this hour). you paced back and forth inside your room, scanning each name in your contacts to find anyone that can help you.

your eyes then fell on a certain name, making your feet halt immediately. does this person know how to change light bulbs? yes. is this person still awake at this hour? you’re definitely sure about that. does this person live relatively close to you? yeah, somewhat.

but are you sure you want to call your ex-boyfriend to help change your broken light bulb? no answer.

you didn’t want to bother him, probably cooped up in his studio busy producing tracks like he always does. but you have no other option, well, unless you want to cite the rest of the alphabet starting from the letter d for other plans.

you took a deep breath. ‘you have a report to finish, y/n. get yourself together.’

you dialled his number and put the phone to your ear. it only took a couple of rings before the male answered. “hey, allen? i need some….help.”

just a few minutes after the call, allen was already by your doorstep ringing the doorbell. you took one quick look at the mirror to fix yourself, thinking you might be a complete mess from doing work, and opened the front door.

your eyes met and you swear you could feel the butterflies enter your stomach. those same pesky butterflies that gave you that fluttering feeling whenever you were with the male. you mentally cursed. you thought you’re already moving on from him, but it seems not. your body can’t lie, what else could be a possible explanation for this? the coffee?

yeah, probably.

“hey, y/n.” allen greeted, giving you a small smile.

“hey.” you replied back. sensing the forming awkward atmosphere, you moved aside to give allen space to enter your unit. it honestly felt weird for you to be letting allen in like this, especially when you’re used to him just entering the unit without your help. after all, this used to be allen’s apartment as well. the both of you lived together in this space you both could call home.

without hesitation, allen headed to the room just by the kitchen. “everything’s still here, right?” he pointed at the door. standing by the kitchen counter, you nodded in reply.

“i never really touched that room, you were the one who took care of it after all.” you commented as allen turned the knob. he opened the door to see that his arrangement of the supplies inside remained as it was. he let out a chuckle. “i can definitely see that.”

after getting the brand new light bulb and a flashlight from the stockroom, the two of you headed over to your bedroom to have the light bulb changed. allen grabbed a spare chair from the room to stand on and proceeded to work. you sat on your office chair, taking a sip of your already cold coffee.

“just an idea but, i think you should be teaching me how to change a light bulb,” you set down your mug. “or any home repairs in general.”

“i’d be willing to offer you lessons,” allen replied as he unscrewed the broken light bulb. “that’d be 5 bucks per lesson. deal? we can start now if you want to.”

you kicked his leg from your seat, and the two of you laughed at the exchange. “i can’t believe you.” you muttered and shook your head.

it was just like how it was before— exchanging jokes, having playful conversations. except, you two broke up. it reminded you of how the two of you first hung out together, enjoying each other’s company through hours of talking and joking around. but that reminder came with the small pang in your heart, another reminder that it is now just a memory living in your head. something you don’t experience as often as before, and something you have to get used to not having.

allen took out the new bulb out of its box, and broke the momentary silence. “so, how have you been?”

it took you quite a while to answer, coming up with something that isn’t about you thinking about your breakup and starting to move on. “i’ve been….well. just busy with work as usual. you?”

“just the same. i’m finishing up an EP, just a few final touches and it’s ready for release.”

hearing that made you smile instantly. allen’s music was your favorite, and hearing that he’ll be releasing new songs soon brightened up your mood. “oh? that’s great! finally, i have something new to listen to.”

“and something new to have on repeat for hours.” allen remarked as he started to screw on the new light bulb. you rolled your eyes at his words and at how he still remembered your habit of leaving songs on repeat.

“okay, done.” allen turned off the flashlight, got off the chair he was standing on and went to turn on the light. the room was illuminated, and that meant you can finally start working again.

“thank you so much, allen. i’ll treat you to a meal for the help.” you stood up from your chair, watching as allen returned the chair to its earlier position.

“no need, y/n. but thank you.” he flashed you a smile and exited the room. you followed shortly behind.

allen went to return the flashlight back in the stockroom. closing the door once he was done, he suddenly searched for something in is pocket. seeing as he couldn’t find it, he faced you and asked for a favor. “can i borrow your phone? i think i left mine in the car. i just have to make a quick call, if it’s alright?”

“oh, sure, it’s in my room.” you replied as you made your way to your room, grabbing your phone from your desk and heading back to allen. you unlocked your phone and handed it over to the male.

as he was busy inputting the number and making the call, you awkwardly looked away and gave him the space to make his call.

soon after, you heard a phone ring beside you. you turned to face allen who just fished out his phone out of his back pocket. the confused look on your face made allen chuckle.

“here, thanks.” he handed back your phone. “i placed my number on speed dial. so if you’re ready for those lessons, or just need some more help in general, just give me a call.”

taking your phone from his hands, you smiled. “thanks, allen. i appreciate it.”

allen paused, gathering his words, and spoke. “i…know you’re trying to move on and maybe you don’t wanna see me,” he started. “and you’re probably still a bit sensitive from the breakup. but i hope you know that i’m still sorry for the way i acted that day.” his eyes met yours, showing how much he means it. “we both weren’t in the right minds to talk, and it led to...this. maybe it’s for the best, but, i wish i could’ve handled my emotions better. and i’m truly sorry for that.”

as if on cue, your brain played the memory of that day. two stressed individuals fighting with each other under the control of raw and ugly emotions. you both decided after that it wasn’t working anymore, and it led to a mutual breakup. it still hurts for you, though. someone you held so dear to your heart suddenly leaving just like that. the two of you didn’t meet ever since that day. well, until your light bulb decided stop working. is this fate doing its work?

“as cliche as it may sound, i hope we can stay friends at least.” allen smiled at you, hoping you would agree to the idea. it hurts for you knowing the most you two can become are friends, but you thought that maybe this is for the best. maybe this is what it should be. and i guess it’s better than losing allen in your life. besides being your partner, he was like a best friend to you. why waste this chance?

“can i still be your best friend?” you asked after a short while, and allen gave a lighthearted laugh.

“that would be great, y/n.”

the thick air between the two of you dissipated, and the heavy feeling in your heart started to fade away. meeting allen one more time was what you needed all this time.

you escorted allen to the door and bid him goodbye. the apartment was now empty again besides your presence, but it felt much more lighter. like the invisible cloud of black smoke around your unit was finally gone.

with a light feeling in your heart, you went back to your room. you headed to your desk, the laptop screen flashing for you to finish the report. after giving it a good stare, you closed it.

you deserve a break. the report could wait.

[bluehairedtracii]

Too Good For Me. || Din Djarin X Jedi! Reader SMUT*

Part of the Best Obsessions AU!

Masterlist

Requested: aksjdjksld

Warnings: Swearing! full blown Sex, oral both male and female receiving, unprotected (pls be safe irl!),edging, anal, slight degrading, kissing, some fluffy aftercare, No helmet Din,  Blindfolded for some parts, touch starved Din, Force reacts inappropriately sometimes with reader, established partnership, made something up so I could kinda waltz around the creed’s code, shh dont hurt me pls. (hopefully I didn't miss anything)

Parings: Din Djarin x reader

Authors Note: Okay so now this is really my first time writing a full smut. I hope you enjoy, I low-key was imagining that one gif of Pedro in Narcos for this. I hope this is good!The Next parts i want to be full of angst, jealousy, fluff, and lots of more kinks and fantasies to be played out (cough cough I might add a daddy kink into it but shhh))) 

Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist! :) 💕

Summary: Din kept his promise and he wants you to know just how much he’s been thinking of you. Training went well, but after what you did to him, he wants to throw scouting out of the window and show you everything now.

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“Good, again.” You jumped over his back and rolled over his shoulder. Ducking under his punch and you strike him in the shoulder, your knuckles only slightly bruised. and he snips you on your side. “Watch your form!” He snarls at you and tries to trip you by sweeping his leg, but the force favors you and tells you “Jump!”, so you do. His grunts were seeping into your ears. Unbeknownst to him, sleeping that night after he left was nearly impossible. So you were fired up but nearly exhausted, this was almost your 6th round training with Din today. You clipped his body with your side and tossed him down.

When he hit the floor he let out a grunt and then laughed a bit. You straddled him and laughed, both of you taking a moment becasue of how out of breath you two seemed to be. “Another round?” you huffed before realizing your position and quickly get up to help him by holding out your hand. He took your hand and raised himself, once up he put his free hand on your upper arm squeezing tightly. “Nah, let’s take a break.” “Freshen up and meet me in my cot, I have to show you something.”

“o-okay” was all you could muster out. He left, leaving you there dumbfounded. your mind was racing, what was so important? He never stops training this early, the sun is still out and the moons are far from setting. 

So you do what he told you, you freshen up by splashing your face with cold water and you let your hair down. Just for now as you think that you two will continue training later. 

It felt good to be back on the ship for now, it felt like home. Sure you like Sorgan and it feels good to be on a somewhat stable planet. but you can’t beat the feeling of where you spent majority of your life for the past couple of months with your makeshift family. 

You sigh and exit the refresher making your way into Mando’s room. You knock once and hear the modulated voice respond “Come in.” 

when you enter you can’t seem to find him. “Turn around” the force calls out faintly. You try, but you feel a hand on your shoulder. “Don’t turn around.” he says.

“Y/n? Do you trust me...?” he says statically. “Of course, always.”

 “Good.”

“Now I need you to trust in me, blindly...” His arm reached in front of you and he showed you a black makeshift blindfold. “Will you do this for me?” 

That sent a shiver down your spine. “y-yes”

“Good.” 

He wrapped it around you and you were enveloped into darkness. you heard multiple things going on around you. Was this part of training? Are we gonna go scouting soon? 

Your mind was racing

Then you heard a large bang of metal hitting the floor. 

It scared you to say the least, but nothing in you was alerting you to anything bad, it was just a quick scare.

“D-din? I-” you were shut up when you feel kisses up your neck. “u-uh” you tried to hold back a moan, but it came out louder than expected. you feel a hand snake up your thin tank top and it sends shivers down your spine.

 “That night...” he said in between kisses, his fingers rest on your breast. “I know what you really wanted...” “Maker... I think you may have known what I wanted too...” he gave it a gentle squeeze over the lace bra.

He gets to the most sensitive part of your neck and your whimpers bleed out of you. “I-I did?” you breath out. He stopped and pushed you gently against the wall. You could feel him right on top of you and he plays at the hem of your shirt. 

“I want you...” 

“Do you want me too?”

“I want you so bad...I need you.” you moan into the words as they drip from your mouth.

He grunts and presses his lips to yours, you kiss back and tangle together. Finding his soft locks with one hand and trail to the tent in his pants with the other. 

Then you realize; His armor... the beskar is gone. Maker you hope that this isn't a dream and you’d wake up any moment. You wish you could see his face. But just feeling him on top of you made everything worth it. 

He asks you for permission to undress you and you audibly said yes. He took off your shirt and you helped him shrug off your pants and undergarments.

“Fuck. look at you, look at how fucking perfect you are...” he trailed off, if you weren't wearing the blindfold, he would have seen your eyes light up and the lust turn deeper in you. You were embarrassed, but in a good way, and the force felt it in you. It manipulated the blind fold and tried to lift it past your eyes, but you took your hands and brought the blindfold back down before you saw anything.

Din chuckled “It’s okay Cyar’ika, I trust you.” he lifted your chin with his finger and he slipped the blindfold off of your head. You kept your eyes closed. “But what about-” “I can show my face to those I have a strong and deep emotional connection with. Someone I trust in more ways than one...” “So, open your eyes cyare..” 

You do and the first thing you do is catch his brown eyes... 

In awe, you bit your lip and your eyes sparkled as you took in his face. You closed the gap in between you both and wrap your arms around his neck. “Fuck you’re so so hot...everything I've ever wanted... everything I ever imagined.”

That’s what set you both off and he threw you onto his bed as he stripped from his clothes, leaving on his boxers. He crawled onto you and went down into your heat.

“Din…Din please..” you moan and drag out the last word gripping the sheets of Din’s bed. You gasp and and grip the sheets harder as you look down and see him in your heat, a pile of dark curls on his head as he works his magic in between your legs. You move your hands to his hair, pulling on his curls and he grips your hips tighter. You can feel the way he moves and it’s nothing like you've ever felt before. 

Suckling on your clit and then he circles it. Your legs shake and you curse. “O-oh Ssshit!” Everything he does and every way he moves puts you deeper and deeper into a trance. Even his facial hair adds to the immense pleasure you feel.

You feel your climax and moan louder than before. “D-din i-im” he picks up the pace moving one hand to your heat and using his fingers to help you finish, but before you came he kissed up your body to your neck his soft lips moving with vigor. Pumping in and out faster and faster. You really hope that this isn't another dream...You tremble and he kisses your jaw. You melt into him and your high is near. 

 “what do you want?” he snarls out. You try to respond but you’re a mess. He slows down causing your climax  to be stopped and you whimper. 

“Again, what. do. you. want.?” 

“Y-you Din... I-I want you to fuck me...” That sent him off the edge and he drilled his fingers into you. His grunts filled your ears again. You were in euphoria, a complete mess and he helped you ride out the high. “Fucking fuck.” you breathe out. He laughs lowly, and cleans you up with his fingers. “You’re so good for me...” you turned him around and climbed on top of him. 

“I’m about to show you how much better I can be.” bringing down his pants, his cock sprung from underneath the fabric and you bit your lips. God it was like you were ravenous...nearly aching for him to be inside of you in all of his length.

You finally saw that your dreams were a reality.

giving him a tease you circled the tip and could already see the magic you were causing in him. Pre-cum was already sitting at the top with you only having touched him slightly. He was melting in your hands. cupping his balls, you took him in, making a show out of it. 

He tensed up and moaned out “fuck yeah baby, that’s my good girl y/n...” He was tensing up and you could feel that he was close to his high by the way his cock twitched in your mouth. 

So you teased him by stopping for a bit.

It was your way of payback for what he did to you moments ago when you were about to reach your high, but he stopped you. 

“c-c’mon cyar’ika.. please.” He begged you. To be honest you liked the way he was begging you, maybe you’d drag it on a little longer. 

wiping your tongue across the tip made him growl like a beast. Maybe he;s had enough now.

while finishing him off, he grabs your hair and helps you by thrusting his hips farther into your throat. Now he’s the mess. He lets out one last grunt and he releases himself into your throat, the hot and sticky mess you gratefully take and swallow. He releases with a sting of lewd curses. 

Maker, you didn't know how but that turns you on even more.

Again, he’s everything you’ve ever imagined him to be and he tastes fucking fantastic. 

He pants “Oh, you’ll pay for that.” he flips you to lay on your hands and knees. You feel him hovering behind you. One hand cups your throat lightly and the other is on your hip rubbing your ass. “you were such a good girl.. but you turned naughty... All to see the look on my face. Tell me Cyar’ika, was that punishment for what I did to you?” he whispers into your ear and lightly slaps your ass. You moan to reply.

 ”Well, you know how we make up for that right?” 

“With your cock?” you moaned while biting your lips. “There’s my smart girl...” 

In a blink of an eye he inserted himself into you slowly. His length filled you and he let you adjust, while he kissed your neck and positioned himself to fit you by placing both of his hands on your hips.

He started to move in and out. You couldn't even think straight. The room was filled with moans, grunts, and swears, almost like a symphony. Then he came by your ear again. “Tell me y/n, is this what you dreamed of me doing to you all those times?” he thrusted harder into you. “Oh you have no fucking idea.” you gasped when he brought you up and kissed your neck while thrusting at full speed. “Fuck yeah, right there Din f-fuck!” you bit your hand trying not to spill anymore slurs and brought the other to frame his head behind you holding onto the back of his neck. 

His words were right in your ear the whole time. Your highs were approaching. 

“D-Din!” 

“That’s it be a good girl and cum when I tell you, but I want to hear you, let this godforsaken planet know you’re mine.”

yo both moved in unison the sound of pleasure seeping out of the room, his hips where ramming into you at full force and you were about to collapse from the pure pleasure. He felt you twitch, your walls starting to tighten around him. 

“Good girl, not yet...”

You whimpered needing to release on him and he chuckled lowly seeing you ache in pleasure was his favorite. 

“Now.”

you gasped and slurred, releasing onto him, basically screaming his name, and a mountain of pleasure took over your body, the knots once in your stomach were now undone.

Then Din let himself out, “Oh maker, Y/N” you both collapsed on each other trying to catch your breath.

He kissed you again and you rolled off one another, cleaning each other up and smiling. He place you under the covers and snuggled up to you. wrapping a strong arm around your waist, and kissing your forehead. “wow” you both let out and unison and laughed. “I've been dreaming of doing that forever.”

“really?” you questioned him with bright eyes. “I mean, so have I, but we hated each other at first... I never thought you’d feel the same way...” 

“Maker, it’s true I couldn't stand you at first, but then, i guess it escalated into something more in my heart after really getting to know you.” 

You giggled and kissed him, but when you pulled away you lingered, just staring at each other and admiring him in all of his beauty.

“Not what you expected?” “More than what i expected, I've always been so close to seeing you in my dreams, but would always wake up, but a dream cant make up this much handsomeness on one face...” he smiled and brought you back down for one more kiss. you yawned and nuzzled yourself into his chest.

You drew circles on him, 

“So Din, what does this make us?”

Best Obsession Taglist: @kiaralein​  @captainskyline @thisis-theway​  @answer-the-sirens  @spaces-geek  @laviipopii

[kpopblurbs]

Kinktober Day 9 - Nipple Clamps

Pairing: Woojin/Chan Word Count: 1.9k Tags: Nipple clamps, angry sex, face fucking, dom!Woojin, sub!Chan, angry woojin Kinktober 2019 Masterlist AO3 Link

(A/N: Normally I try to write aftercare if my fic is a complete scene but this one doesn’t have any bc it didn’t fit so like... Also I’ve written 19 of the prompts so far and this is my favorite one.)

Chan nervously played with his fingers in the passenger seat, he knew he was in for punishment when he got home. To tell the truth, he had been purposefully pushing Woojin’s buttons all night, flirting with random strangers at the bar, dancing with them shamelessly in front of Woojin. The last straw seemed to be when he let a perfect stranger run their hands all over his body, as soon as Woojin saw what was going on he stormed over to Chan and grabbed his wrist, roughly pulling him out of the bar. Now they were almost home, Woojin was silent for the whole ride, his jaw set in anger. He finally spoke when they made it home, “We’re gonna go inside and you’re gonna go straight into the bedroom, I expect you naked and waiting for me, got it?” he said, not even turning to look at Chan who nodded, “Chan you know I expect you to respond.” Woojin warned.

“Y-Yes sir.” Chan said shakily. Upon hearing Chan’s response, Woojin silently got out of the car, Chan scrambling to keep up, not wanting to upset him any more by moving slowly. Woojin unlocked the door to their apartment and stepped inside, immediately heading to the kitchen, allowing time for Chan to do as he was told. Chan walked quickly into the bedroom and closed the door behind him, he stripped himself of his clothes, putting them into the laundry basket so they wouldn’t get in the way. He crawled onto the bed, kneeling in the center and placing his hands on his lap obediently, his dick was already hard but he did his best to ignore it. After what felt like ages, the door opened, Chan fixed his posture, straightening his back to seem and trying to make himself seem as obedient as possible. Woojin entered the room and immediately walked to the closet to pull out their box of toys without so much as a glance at Chan. He brought the box over to the table next to their bed and began to look through it, thinking carefully about each toy before pulling out a delicate chain. Chan flinched internally at the sight of the nipple clamps, knowing that Woojin only brought them out when he was feeling particularly upset at Chan. Woojin placed them on the bed next to Chan and continued searching through the box, he pulled out two more toys and placed them next to the nipple clamps. One was Chan’s least favorite, the cock ring, reserved only for when he was truly acting out, and the other was a small but deceptively powerful vibrating butt plug. The toys on their own Chan knew he could handle, but in combination with each other they were positively deadly.

Finally, Woojin stepped away from the box and walked over to the end of the bed, he gestured for Chan to move closer, “Bring the toys.” he added, his commanding tone sending a shiver down Chan’s spine. Obediently Chan gathered the toys and maneuvered over to the end of the bed, he laid the toys out in front of Woojin and returned to his position on his knees with his hands in his lap right behind them. Woojin reached out and ran his fingers through Chan’s hair, moving his hand to the back of Chan’s head he gripped the base of his hair tightly, pulling Chan’s head back aggressively and causing the boy to gasp at the feeling. “You thought you’d be a slut tonight, huh?” Woojin growled.

“I’m s-sorry, sir.” Chan gasped out.

“If you were really sorry, you wouldn’t have acted that way.” Woojin said angrily, “You wanted to piss me off didn’t you?” Chan only whimpered in response, “Answer me, slut.” Woojin spat out.

“N-no, sir.”

“Then what were you trying to do?”

“I-I just w-wanted your attention.”

“Well you have it, now what?”

“I d-don’t know, sir.”

“Of course you don’t, you’re just a dumb slut aren’t you?” Chan let out a high pitched whine in response, Woojin pulled his head back further, “I asked you a question.”

“Y-yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes I’m a d-dumb slut.” Chan whimpered out, Woojin released his hair and reached down to pick up the nipple clamps. He held one end of the chain in one hand and reached out to Chan’s chest with the other, he pinched one of Chan’s nipples between two fingers and pulled gently, attaching a clamp to the nipple before releasing it from between his fingers. Chan hissed at the sensation as Woojin tugged gently on the other end of the chain before reaching out and doing the same to Chan’s other nipple. Woojin hooked his finger around the chain and gave it a good tug, Chan cried out from the pain.

“Is this what you wanted, slut?” Woojin asked, giving the chain another rough tug.

“I-I..” Chan trailed off, distracted by the way Woojin had begun rhythmically tugging at the chain, the pain sending shivers down his spine.

“What’s the matter, slut, are you having second thoughts?” Woojin asked, punctuating his question with another sharp tug on the chain.

“N-no, sir.”

“Good.” Woojin lifted the chain up as high as he could before letting it drop back to Chan’s chest, “Turn around and stick your ass in the air.” Immediately, Chan did as he was told getting on his hands and knees facing away from Woojin before lowering his head to the bed, resting his cheek against the comforter. He looked back at Woojin to see that he had stepped away to grab the bottle of lube from their dresser. He brought it back over to Chan before opening it and drizzling some over his fingers. He closed the lube and tossed it onto the bed, he brought a finger up to Chan’s hole and began to push it in without warning. Chan cried out earning a slap across his ass from Woojin’s clean hand, “You’re lucky I’m prepping you at all, I bet you’d love to take it dry, a little pain like that is nothing for a slut like you.” Chan whimpered and Woojin spanked him again, “I don’t want to hear any more noise from you.” Woojin slowly began pumping his finger in and out of Chan, the toy was thin so he knew Chan didn’t need much prep. He added a second finger slightly earlier than Chan was ready for but this time he held in the noise, “Look at your greedy hole, taking my fingers so well.” Woojin commented, “I wonder how many guys this hole has pleased.” Chan swallowed the whine that he felt building in his throat, “Yknow, normally I don’t give sluts the time of day, I guess I just thought you were better than that.” this time Chan let a little whine slip, earning himself another hit. Woojin pulled his fingers out of Chan and picked up the butt plug with his clean hand, he used the rest of the lube on his fingers to slick up the toy before slowly pressing it into Chan. He fucked it into Chan a couple times before finally letting it settle into place.

“Get off the bed and on your knees in front of me.” Woojin commanded, Chan scrambled to obey, whining as the plug shifted with his movements. Once Chan was in position, Woojin grabbed the cock ring off of the bed and crouched down in front of him, he reached down and slipped it onto Chan’s cock, the boy moaning at the sensation, “Listen to you, one touch and you’re moaning like a whore.” Woojin said before standing up so that Chan was eye level with his crotch. Woojin reached into his pocket and pulled out the remote for the butt plug, immediately flipping it on to the highest setting and putting the remote back in his pocket, causing Chan to jolt and cry out. The vibrations wracking his body as Woojin reached down to unbutton his pants, he pulled them down just far enough to pull out his dick, stroking it a couple of times before reaching out and grabbing Chan by his hair again, “Come on slut, put that mouth to good use.” he said before pulling Chan’s head forward and pressing the tip of his dick to his mouth. Chan opened his mouth eagerly and Woojin pushed his dick inside, pushing him to take it all in one go. Without thinking Chan brought his hand up and grabbed Woojin’s thigh. Immediately Woojin yanked Chan back by his hair and slapped him, “Did I say you could touch me?”

“N-no sir.” Chan gasped, bringing his hand back to his lap.

“Dirty sluts don’t get to touch me, got it?”

“Yes, sir, I’m sorry, sir.”

“Damn right you’re sorry, who knows where those hands have been.” Woojin spat at him. “Now that you’ve learned your lesson, get back to the only thing your good for.” Chan whined as Woojin pushed his face back towards his dick, opening his mouth and taking it all once again. Woojin held his head in place as he reached into his pocket, pulling out the remote again and flipping the plug to its lowest setting, drawing another whine from Chan at the loss of sensation. “Shut up, slut, you’ll take what you’re given.” Woojin said before pulling Chan’s head back slightly. He brought his other hand up to help stabilize Chan’s head before pulling his hips back and snapping them forward, fucking himself into Chan’s mouth and setting a rough, unforgiving pace. Chan choked and tears immediately welled up in his eyes, he did his best to breathe through his nose, too focused on trying not to choke to see Woojin lift up the remote and flip the toy back up to its highest setting. Again Chan’s body jolted, he choked again and cried out as best he could around Woojin’s dick. Woojin let out a low moan at the sensation, he began playing around with the settings on the vibrator to see what noises he could draw out of Chan. Soon enough Chan was moaning and whining around Woojin’s dick, tears streaming down his face, Woojin’s thrusts got sloppier as he got closer to his high. Finally he pulled out of Chan’s mouth and jerked himself quickly, shooting his load all over Chan’s face, some of it landing into his open mouth which he swallowed obediently. Woojin looked down at Chan, admiring the fucked out expression on his face, “Do you wanna cum, slut?” Woojin asked, Chan nodded frantically, “Do you think you deserve to cum?” Chan immediately shook his head, “What, you don’t deserve it but I’m just supposed to let you cum anyways?”

“P-please.” Chan gasped.

“Please what, slut?”

“Please let me cum, sir, I swear I’ll be good, I’ll never act like a slut again, please, sir, please.” Chan begged.

“I suppose you’ve been obedient enough to earn some release.” Woojin said before crouching down and slipping the cock ring off of Chan’s dick, “Now, tell me when you’re close.” Woojin said before switching the plug back to its highest setting.

Chan cried out “I’m close, I’m - ah - so close.” Woojin watched him intently waiting until the last second as he saw Chan begin to fall over the edge he flipped off the toy, the loss of sensation ruining Chan’s orgasm. He cried out as the disappointing and almost painful orgasm washed over him.

“That’s the only kind of orgasm you deserve.” Woojin said before getting up and leaving the room, returning in a few seconds and throwing a towel at Chan, “Now clean yourself up slut, you look like a mess.”

“S-Sir?” Chan croaked out.

“What?”

“T-the plug.”

“Leave it in, I’m sure you’ll enjoy feeling full for awhile.” Woojin said before leaving the room.

[bittysvalentines]

How to deal with your ex like the adult you are

From @yoshiscribbles

To @thatsclassicsbaby

Rating: G. Relationships: Bitty/Parse, past Jack/Parse, pre Bitty/Jack/Parse. Tags: coffee shop au, trans bitty, trans parse, developing relationship, established relationship.

I hope you enjoy this fic! I had a lot of fun writing it and tried to incorporate elements you seemed to like, so enjoy :D

The door to the kitchen of the coffee shop slammed open and Bitty turned his head to see his boyfriend plastering his back against the door. Most of Kent’s face was blank, but there was a look of utter panic in his eyes that nearly made Bitty abandon the puffed pastry he was working on. Kent opened his mouth before Bitty could ask what was wrong.

“We can’t work here anymore.”

Bitty blinked, because that made absolutely no sense. “What are you talking about sweetpea, you love it here.”

Finishing up, Bitty folded the pastry before moving to put it back in the refrigerator, which incidentally brought him closer to Kent. The other boy had pushed himself off the door and was now pacing agitatedly in Bitty’s kitchen. “Okay, you can still work here. And so can I, I guess, but I can’t go back to the front.”

Bitty chanced a look at the front through the small round windows in the double doors that led to the kitchen, but there didn’t seem to be anything special going on. Certainly nothing that would warrant this reaction from Kent at least.

"The guy,” Kent said helpfully, though he still didn’t move from his prostrated position on the ground. “With a square jaw and stupidly blue eyes and that perfect fucking hair and-" 

Kent stopped himself with a groan, but Bitty felt like it wasn't because he had run out of material to talk about. The description was perfect though, because wow, the guy near the corner did have a perfect jaw, and hair that looked soft, and when he raised his head Bitty ducked under the windows too because those piercing blue eyes sure were something.

"So it's not just me, is it?"

Kent's commiserating voice let Bitty breathe properly again as he realised that his heart was beating far too fast for no discernable reason. "Does he always look at you like-"

Bitty couldn't find the words to express the feeling, but Kent and him were on the same wavelength  as usual. "Like you're the sole focus of his attention, yeah."

And this time, Bitty realised that something was wrong, because Kent usually never sounded despondent when they were both noticing a boy like that. He stood up and moved closer to his boyfriend. 

"Okay, what did he do?" Bitty asked in all seriousness. He pulled Kent into his arms and the other boy moved easily enough. The tension in Ken's sturdy frame seemed to lessen as Bitty breathed with him, and he eventually answered the hug.

"We... used to date, Kent said eventually. And it hadn’t ended well judging by the way Kent was still refusing to look Bitty in the eyes.

Bitty chased every good thought he'd had about the man's attractiveness out of his mind. "Want me to kick him out?" he asked, though he wasn't expecting a positive answer. After all, Kent knew how much Bitty abhorred confrontation, and kicking that guy out without due cause would certainly count as such. As he’d expected, Kent shook his head in refusal.

They stayed like that for a few more moments, and it thankfully seemed like the ex wasn’t planning on staying in the coffee shop for long. The next time Bitty looked through the windows, Kent’s ex was gone, much to both their relief. 

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Unfortunately, it seemed like the appearance of Kent’s ex wasn’t a coincidence the first time, but was instead the beginning of a new habit. Bitty usually wouldn’t mind, except that this was Kent’s ex and Bitty was thus contractually obligated to hate him on principle. This also wouldn’t be a problem if it wasn’t for the café’s dreadful lack of clientele at 7 in the morning, which coupled with Bitty’s southern upbringing, forced him to make small talk with the man under pain of disappointing his mental mama Bittle. Actually talking to the guy emphatically did not improve things however.

“All of this would be so much easier if he was actually rude,” Bitty eventually complained to Chowder, who had the misfortune of being the only person in the vicinity other than Kent once the ex left.

“But he isn’t?” Chowder asked, but Bitty was too busy moping over how terrible of a boyfriend he was being to try and process what undercurrent of emotion the other boy had added in his tone.

“But he isn’t.” In fact, Kent’s ex – and Bitty was determined not to call him Jack despite having been given explicit permission to do so by the man himself – had been nothing but polite to Bitty, and even tipped generously, the bastard! How was Bitty supposed to hold on to his dislike in such a case?

“Talking to Kent might work?” Chowder’s reply had Bitty realizing that he must have said part of his inner monologue out loud and he flushed. Chowder waved away his attempts at apologies and simply continued. “That’s his ex, right? If they broke up, Kent must have tons of reasons as to why it didn’t work, and they might help you like him less.”

“Chowder, you are a genius!” Elated, Bitty engulfed the younger boy into a hug, nearly choking him with the force of his embrace.

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Kent looked up as the doors to the apartment he shared with his boyfriend opened. He would usually have waited for Bitty to be done so that they could leave the coffee shop together, but he’d had an appointment with his endocrinologist that afternoon and had to leave earlier. Bitty crossed the threshold, arms laden with groceries and looking slightly dumbfounded. Kent chuckled and moved to help him.

“You look like you’ve discovered the answers to the universe, what gives?”

If Kent hadn’t been looking at his boyfriend, he might have missed the way his expression faltered slightly before coming back to normal. As it was, he had nothing to distract him from Bitty’s face and he didn’t much like what he saw.

It seemed like Bitty had learned that there wasn’t much he could do to keep Kent from finding out what he was feeling, for he relented. He greeted Kent with a kiss and crossed the room to put down the groceries in the kitchen.  “It’s about your ex.”

Kent grimaced even as he tried to ignore the pang in his chest that resurfaced every time he thought about Jack. It had been years already – 3 years and 7 months, not that Kent was counting – and yet his reaction still hadn’t abated.

He knew Bitty wouldn't push, especially not if Kent insisted, but maybe it was time to face his problems instead of spending another two weeks hiding in the kitchen like his life depended on it every time he caught a glimpse of Jack. "Shoot," he sighed, though he put on a cocky smirk to put his boyfriend at ease.

Bitty didn't seem impressed, but he still continued. He seemed to hesitate over his words, strangely enough. Kent briefly wondered how terrible the question he was going to ask had to be to cause this reaction. "I need you to give me all the reasons you can think of to hate him," Bitty said in a rush, as though the words were fighting to come out of his mouth.

"You... what?"

Kent's nonplussed answer must have opened a dam, because Bitty transformed under his widening eyes. The other boy spoke too fast, moving his arms so much as he ranted that the sleeves of his shirt slid down to reveal the strap of his binder. Kent managed to catch something about Jack, and nice, and too much hockey, and tips, and polite maybe? By the time the rant was over, he did have a very good idea about what the problem was, and grimaced slightly as he considered his answer.

"Yeah, Itsy?" Bitty turned, facing Kent again, and he opened his mouth. "Yeah, he's not-  I can't really help you with that." Kent admitted wistfully. "We didn't break up because he was terrible or anything, it was..."

He raised his hand to make some kind of gesture, to try to illustrate his feelings, but eventually let it fall down after it having hovered in the air. What was there to say? That they’d broken up because they were both in terrible states, which in turn made them terrible for each other? He sighed, before leaning against Bitty’s shoulder, who’d approached to stand at his side. Reaching out for his boyfriend’s hand, Kent looked at their entangled fingers and tried to voice his thoughts. 

“He hated himself and closed himself off, I hated myself and lashed out, it built up along with other factors until…” Kent interrupted himself, not wanting to be the one to tell Bitty about Jack’s overdose. It wasn’t his place after all, and Bitty really didn’t have to know.  “Something happened,” he continued instead. He shrugged. Turned his head to look Bitty in the eye. “We never officially broke up, I guess, but we never saw each other again and eventually moved away.”

Kent had thought he’d gotten over the whole train of events, but even years later there was still an ache in his chest when he thought about Jack. That, and he had to admit that his inability to face Jack didn’t solely come from the awkwardness of facing an ex.

“Nonono, Kent!” Bitty was pleading in that way that let Kent know he was being a drama queen rather than genuinely distressed. He even swooned toward Kent, and Kent couldn’t help the small laughter that escaped him at the sight. It was far too obvious that he was trying to dispel the tension, but Kent still felt grateful for it, ridiculous as his boyfriend was being. It was working after all. 

“You were supposed to help me hate your ex, not make me feel sad for the both of you” Bitty protested, though he was also smiling slightly now that the tension had been released.

Kent shook his head fondly and lowered his face to Bitty’s hair, breathing in his familiar scent. “Sorry Bitsy, he’s just that great.”

The tranquil atmosphere couldn’t last for that long though, not when Kent knew he’d let too much of his feelings show with the way he spoke.

“You still love him,” Bitty said eventually, and Kent flinched as he realised that it wasn’t a question. And he couldn’t in all honesty deny the statement.

“I love you,” he said instead. Even to his ears the words sounded like an exrather than honest, even if he meant every single one of them. 

Still, Bitty didn’t push him away. He didn’t even let go of the reassuring hold he had on Kent’s shoulder. Instead, he kept holding Kent close and used his free hand to guide Kent’s chin until they were locking gazes together again. 

“I never doubted that for a second, Kent,” Bitty said, and the words were fierce in a way that made Kent’s eyes mist over a little. “And I love you too, no matter what your feelings towards Jack may be.”

Kent couldn’t keep looking Bitty in the eyes like this. Not when he felt like his heart had grown three sizes and he had to bite his lip to keep it from trembling. Not when the weight and guilt he’d unconsciously felt piling on his shoulder seemed to have lightened with his boyfriend’s tacit approval and unconditional love. Not when he knew Bitty would support his decision no matter what it would be. 

Sniffling a little, Kent engulfed Bitty into a hug and hid his face into his boyfriend’s neck, relishing in the soothing motion a steady hand on his back. 

“You should talk to him,” Bitty whispered near his ear. Kent couldn’t see his face, but his voice was tremulous, like he was holding back tears too. “There’s enough place in your heart for more than just little me, and you could see where you want to go from there, alright?”

This time, it was Kent’s turn to pull back a little until he could press his forehead on Bitty’s own. “You’ve never been “just” anything to me,” he whispered hoarsely against Bitty’s lips. He closed the distance between their mouths to press them together gently for a few moments. “And if there’s a future out there that doesn’t include you I don’t want it. 

“Kent Parson!” Bitty exclaimed with a tearful burst of laughter. “You are not allowed to make me cry in my own goddamn apartment!”

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It took a while for Kent to put Bitty’s advice into action. Bitty didn’t even push, even when Kent kept conveniently finding tasks to do in the kitchen where he could remain out of view of the customers. Jack must have seen him at least once by this point, unless he had truly become more oblivious to the way he affected people with time. It had to come to a breaking point eventually though.

“Okay, this can’t go on like this I’m going out.”

“Kent, are you-”

But Kent didn’t let Bitty finish his sentence before he’d headed off towards the table that had become Jack’s usual since his first visit to the café. Jack didn’t look up as Kent approached, nose buried in what was probably a history book, knowing him. He did raise his head however when Kent stopped near his table and didn’t move.

“Hey.” The word left his mouth like a prayer and a curse all at once. It was also like exhaling a sigh of relief, and Kent felt all the better for it even as he felt his senses narrow until everything outside of Jack and himself felt dulled.

Kent had been very careful about not stalking Jack on the various kind of social networks available to him, and maybe this was why he was so taken aback by the intensity of those blue eyes. Jack’s eyes looked Kent over with a clinical gaze for a few moments, and Kent felt ice begin to cover him as he pondered the possibility that Jack might have forgotten him entirely. After all, it had been years since they’d seen each other, he’d gotten on hormones since he’d broken up with Jack and though he wasn’t unrecognizable there were still some sizeable changes there. What if Jack had never tried contacting Kent because he truly didn’t care? This entire thing was a terrible idea, Kent should have remained in the kitchen after all.

After what seemed like too long, Jack finally opened his mouth, recognition replacing the confusion in that cold gaze. “Kenny?” said Jack, looking him up and down, and Kent felt the full weight of that stare on him. He didn’t answer verbally – couldn’t get his voice to work suddenly – but his expression must have talked enough for him because Jack suddenly looked both relieved and deeply uncomfortable. They stared at each other in silence, neither of them willing to break it.

“You, euh, you have thighs,” Jack eventually said.

Kent just. Stared. Well no, that wasn’t exactly what he did. He looked at his thighs first and noticed that yes, he did in fact have them, but then he let his gaze climb back up and stared at Jack. To be fair, the other man seemed as confused as Kent about the words that came out of his own mouth, so Kent decided to give him some leeway. Before he could speak, Jack hastened to correct himself.

“Not that you didn’t before, it’s just-” Jack gestured vaguely in the direction of Kent’s legs, and Kent couldn’t believe he still felt some sort of fondness for that awkward mess of a boy. “They got bigger since we-”

“Yeah,” Kent interrupted before Jack could mention their failed attempt at a relationship. “Um, I took up hockey again? And I work out too so…”

They lapsed into an uncomfortable silence, and Kent couldn’t take it anymore. He broke their staredown and turned on his feet, speed walking out of there as fast as he could. 

Bitty was hands deep in a new batch of what looked like croissants when Kent opened the door, so Kent hovered at his side and waited for him to finish before he spoke. “Okay, we need to move on to plan B.”

“Plan B, what plan B?” Bitty asked confusedly. Then his face split up in a delighted smile. “Oh, you talked to Jack! How did it go?”

Kent waved his concerns away. “We talked, but now we need plan B,” Kent repeated, and he couldn’t believe Bitty hadn’t understood him the first time. “Which is the one where you talk to him in my place, because I can’t focus when his face is just… Right there!”

“Oh honey,” was Bitty’s answer, accompanied by one of Bitty’s commiserating faces and a hand pressed over his heart. That’s when Kent knew that his plan of simply avoiding Jack until Bitty fixed his relationship would not succeed and he’d have to actually talk to the man himself. 

[ncityofangels]

NCT 127 + U Reaction : You Being Under Anesthesia and They Tell You Things They’ve Never Told You Before

a/n: this was requested and took really long but it was so fun to write because I’ve never written a reaction before so yay! Anyway....I included 127, U, and Kun in this reaction so have fun. Hope you guys like it :D

Genre : Flufffffff x10

below the cut because I’m nice like that ;)

Taeil

I could definitely see him being one of the more emotional ones whenever you go to get your wisdom teeth out

He’s definitely big worried about you

I don’t think he would really express it to you though

HOWEVER

Don’t think that he won’t be taking funny pictures of you during your procedure to blackmail you with later

Once you were completely under though he’d turn into a big softie

Would wait in the waiting room all night just to make sure you’re okay

Constantly talking to the doctors to make sure everything was going according to plan

“How did I get so lucky?”

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N”

Johnny

Today was the day you got the procedure done to donate your kidney

He comes to the hospital with you (of courseee)

Brings hella snacks for both of you

but like

Not healthy snacks. Probably a lot of chocolate.

Watches YouTube videos with you on his phone while you wait

Once you get called he gets a little nervous

The entire time the procedure is being done he’s like pacing in the waiting room

Doing that knee bounce thingy people do when they’re anxious

After the procedure is done and you’re in your room, the biggest smile erupts on his face

“I totally knew you’d be okay babe”

“You’re the strongest person I know”

Taeyong

first off

big baby 1/4

He was already hella concerned when you broke your leg but when he found out you’d have to get operated on

This boyyyyy was freakin out

I definitely see him being one of the most anxious ones

Highkey tries to teach you a choreo he thought of while you’re in the waiting room to calm his nerves

“Oh right, your leg is broken. Sorry babe. Let’s find something else to do then”

Doesn’t want to be separated from you when they take you back

After the operation they tell him he can go back to your room and he could not get their faster

Definitely has a whole conversation with you while you’re still under

“Hurry up and get back to me”

“I love you too much”

Yuta

Why do I picture him being so chill the whole time

Like not in the way that he doesn’t care 

but

He trusts you’re in good hands with the doctors

You’re definitely more nervous than he is

“Babe, you’re just getting your wisdom teeth out, it’ll be okay.”

Plays a game on his phone while your waiting

Or reads one of those magazines they always leave out for patients

Buys flowers after they take you back

I feel like without a doubt he spent at LEAST 15 minutes in the hospital gift shop picking out what kind of flowers to get you

Probably asks the people working there for advice too

The procedure didn’t take too long so he was able to see you pretty soon, even though you were still under

“See babe I told you everything was going to go good”

“You’re so beautiful when you sleep”

Kun

Very similar to Johnny imo

Plays with your hair while you’re in the waiting room

“You don’t need your tonsils anyway”

This makes me soft

Tells you fuckin dad jokes to calm you down like the nerd he is

ALSO

FLOWERSS 

this boy will go all out because he really loves your ass

Expect your room to smell good af after you get up

Why do I feel like he’d order take out for you before you wake up so it’s ready for you when you come to

ik thats like kInDa weird but I just feel that in my soul so

ANYWAY

Lowkey wants to cuddle you the whole time you’re under

“I’ll never leave your side”

“You’re so adorable like this”

Doyoung

Alright this is my bias y’all sooo

I definitely feel like he’s kind of similar to Yuta

a LOT more chill than some of the other members

“I’ll see you in a bit”

“What do you want to eat after this?”

Lots of hugs before you go back

Roams the gift shop while he waits

Probably gets you some small little thing that made him think of you

“She’ll like this”

Sings to you in your room while you’re still asleep

WOW im in love with this boy

Checks in with the doctor to make sure things are going well

Doesn’t leave your side once they move you into your room

Not in the way that he is worried, he just likes being close to you

Treats you to dinner after you’re released

“I never knew I could care about someone so much”

“Take your time babe, I have all day”

Ten

veryyyyy touchy

big baby 2/4

not really worried at all though

Will be all over you before you go back

Just very affectionate in general, regardless of the situation

When you told him you had to get your appendix taken out he was like “okay, lets go get that fixed”

brings snacks like Johnny

When it’s time for you to go back he holds your hand and tells you everything is gonna be okay

Brings you food

Updates the members on your condition (idk that’s just something I think he’d do)

Probably ends up falling asleep in the waiting room tbh

“Are you really under anesthesia or are you just messing with me?”

“I’ll always take care of you”

Jaehyun

wow we love ANOTHER bias

Okay so

Brings his airpods and a speaker so yall can listen to music together while you wait

this is so cute i’m literally crying

why do I see him packing a lunch for the both of you

Does the MOST

“Hurry, you have to eat this before they take your wisdom teeth out”

Big softie

A tiny bit concerned, but knows you’ll be fine

Can’t wait for the cuddles that he’ll give you after your release

repeat after me… TAKES. CARE. OF. YOU.

Most likely ends up feeding you at home too because you’re a mess and can’t do anything for yourself

Once they let him back to see you though he just melts

So proud of you tbh (even though you literally didn’t do anything”

“That’s my baby”

“I can’t wait to marry you”

Winwin

big baby 3/4

Would quite literally do anything for you

Lots of backhugs and reassurance

Jokes around with you to calm you down

definitely shows you memes from the NCT group chat to cheer you up

“I’ll be right here the whole time, don’t worry”

Speaks Mandarin for you because you find it relaxing

lil cuddles in the waiting room

I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH

Y’all have the softest relationship

Expect this boy to literally never leave your side during recovery

Won’t let you do anything but rest because his baby has to be in top condition

As soon as he sees you after the operation he gets a little emotional

Most likely just has a regular convo with you while you’re under

“What do you think about this outfit, Y/N?”

“Yeah, I don’t really like it that much either”

“You’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met”

“I can’t wait to grow old with you”

Jungwoo

big baby 4/4

a lot like Taeyong tbh

aegyo to make you feel better

For some reason I don’t see him worrying too much though

Like he loves you soooo much and you will never question that but he’s just chillin once you go back

Misses your presence once he’s alone in the waiting room

“How long does it take to take an appendix out?”

Probably is wayyy too into a game on his phone when the doctor comes to tell him that he can go back

“Aw baby, you look so cuteee”

“I just want to hug you until you’re better” 

Lucas

honestly

big meme boi

Roasts the shit out of you for having to have your wisdom teeth out

You try and explain to him that it’s literally a common thing but nope

he still make fun

“Don’t worry, even though your body is failing our relationship isn’t”

Asks the doctors soooo many times how much longer it is going to take

Just because he can’t wait to show you some meme he found or tell you some joke he made

Don’t mistake his teasing though because this boy will wait all day in that hospital for you

Goes to get food while he waits

Forgets to get you something and gets mad at himself for being so wreckless

Flowerssss 3.0

idk I just love the idea of Lucas getting you flowers leave me alone

not like this big bouquet tho, very simple. Like maybe a couple roses

Playfully sings to you while he waits for you to wake up

“My ladyYyYyY”

sorry y’all i had to

“I love you so much it hurts”

“I can’t focus when you’re around”

Mark

Jaehyun 2.0 tbh

makes you listen to this new song he found on SoundCloud (yikess we love him tho)

probably raps to it because we been knew he’s a dork

sings to you if you want him to

big cuddler tbh

worries when they take you back

just doesn’t want to be away from you in general

Likes his space but also whiny when he’s in the mood for some time with you

wow i’m really whipped for him, let’s continue

I don’t really see him buying flowers for you but I think he’d roam the gift shop for a trinket you would like

Runs home to get one of your stuffed animals or something to remind you of home and make you feel comfortable

When they let him see you he gets super excited

“Hey baby, long time no see”

“I’m so in love with you”

Haechan

This mans gonna tease you the wholeeee time

Kinda like Lucas but more like a loving tease

Pinches your cheeks a LOT

“My baby is getting surgery todayy”

Your procedure is like a whole event tbh

Gotta pack a lunch

Some snacks for AFTER lunch

lots of drinks

pillows maybe a blanket

Very extra in general

Also very worried when they take you back

Texts the members about how worried he is

“I just love her so much, I don’t want anything bad to happen to her”

Is super relieved when he gets to see you again

“Hello my angel”

“I think i’m falling in love with you”

[skiesoftwilight]

Partners (Vergil)

I’m sorry for the title, I’m really bad at naming my pieces lol. This was a fun one to write cause it gave me somewhat of a base to establish a plot and everything. Thanks for the request! :) I hope you all enjoy!

Requested by: @spirit-of-the-void

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“Oh my—how long has this been sitting here?”

Picking up the greasy pizza box off of the couch, you slowly lifted the lid to see there was half a pizza still inside. Your nose was assaulted by the foul stench that crept out from the box and into the air around you; you did your best to not gag as you tossed it into the trash bag beside you, tying it up as quickly as you could and walking it over towards the back door to join the other bags filled with half-eaten pizza, greasy napkins, and outdated bills.

A heavy sigh left your lips as you wiped the thin blanket of sweat from your brow before going to Dante’s disorganized desk to open another bag to continue cleaning up the trash that the Legendary Demon Hunter left behind just for you. 

Your body tensed when you heard the sound of the hinges creaking on the door opening up to the office. You carried on cleaning the mess in front of you, but when you heard the door close and then silence, your dominant hand brushed against the handgun in its holster, sending a visible warning to the person behind you that you were armed and ready for a fight. After a few moments of silence in the room, you decided to take action.

You quickly unholstered your gun and pointed it right at the perpetrator, your eyes staring down the sights at your target which appeared to be the one and only Morrison. Your eyes grew wide with fear and embarrassment as you looked at your gun and then the old man before lowering it and placing it on the desk behind you.

“Morrison! I told you to never sneak up on me,” You set the trash bag down and walked over to greet the man with a firm handshake and a firm grip on his shoulder, a smile growing on your lips, “I could’ve blown your head off.”

“I knew you wouldn’t, but I won’t do it again.” He smiled at you before releasing your hand to look around at the almost spotless office space. Silently nodding his head in approval, he walked around you towards Dante’s desk where he placed a single white envelope on top of the clutter of current bills and job reports.

“I see you got stuck on desk duty…and cleaning duty as well?” Morrison asked, moving his hands about the room to gesture to the slightly clean desk and the clean spots around the room; you simply nodded as you picked up the trash bag to continue cleaning, “Those two crazy bitches—I mean ladies, I’m sorry—here with you? Or are they out too?”

You laughed at his jab at Trish and Lady, “Yeah, it’s just me here, along with Dante’s brother, Vergil,” A yawn crept into the middle of your sentence, “Dante paired us up as partners for the time being—He says it’s to get the tougher jobs done quicker and doubling the income for each job, but I think it’s just bullshit, but what can I do? It’s not bad having a partner, especially if it’s him.”

Morrison chuckled, already getting an idea of Dante’s logic for having partners but he didn’t comment on it. The minute he was about to say something, the blaring ring of the telephone on the desk echoed throughout the vast room. Dropping the trash bag, you sprinted to the desk and picked up the receiver and held it to your ear with a kind smile as if the person on the other end would see it as well.

“Devil May Cry.”

“Dante, Dant—” The voice stopped in the middle of Dante’s name, but you recognized that high-pitched voice from anywhere, “(Y/N)? Is that you?”

“Yeah, Patty, it’s me,” Pinching the bridge of your nose to stop yourself from snapping at the young girl on the other end, you tried to maintain your smile for the sake of your mood and voice, “Is something wrong?”

“Oh, nothing…Is Dante there? I have a message for him.”

You turned to Morrison, rolling your eyes at the obnoxious girl on the line, “Uh, no, unfortunately, he isn’t. I don’t know when he will be back, but can I possibly pass the message on to him when he does?”

“Sure! My twenty-first birthday is next week and I was inviting him…you can come too, I guess.”

You did your best to not hang up the phone right that minute, “Yeah, I’ll tell him, Patty, thank you, bye now.”

You slammed the receiver down hard and let out a stressed sigh before standing up and placing the palms of your hands on the edge of the desk; turning to Morrison, you shook your head, “Dante owes me big time for just picking up that phone.”

Morrison laughed out loud before turning to look at the stairs, “I was going to ask you, where’s Vergil?”

“He’s upstairs supposedly sleeping in my room,” You cast a brief glance at your door on the second floor, “but I already know he’s lying, I keep hearing thumping every once and a while, but nothing else. He’s a strange one and I’ve definitely got my eye on him, that’s for sure.”

Nodding slowly, Morrison pushed himself off the desk and made his way to the front entrance, “Well, it seems like you’ve been doing fine with everyone out of your hair,” taking another long look around the room once more, he turned to you with a kind smile, “Don’t go tellin’ anyone I said this, but since you’ve been taking care of this place, I’ll take only a quarter of your earnings.”

“Thank you, Mr. Morrison! Goodnight!” You waved to him goodbye as he walked out the door and continued to round up the scattered papers across the office. 

While cleaning, you began to hear a soft thumping and rapid footsteps coming from the second floor. You stopped for a brief moment, listening to the rather strange sounds before returning to cleaning. They stopped for a while but then resumed after a couple of minutes. You finished up with your current trash bag and made your way up the stairs to your room where Vergil was staying.

You pressed your ear to the door and gave a listen, hearing Vergil walking around the room and his voice mumbling something that wasn’t coherent through the thick wooden door. Your brows furrowed together, your mind going back and forth between knocking on the door or just walking away. Before you could come to a conclusion, you raised your fist to the door and knocked softly, waiting for a response.

Nothing happened. Curiosity took over your body, causing your other hand to slowly turn the doorknob and pushed the door open just a crack. You peeked through the crack to see the room was dimly lit by the white moonlight coming in through the blinds, but there was not a single light on in the room itself. 

“Vergil?” Pushing the door open a bit further, you called out his name, barely a whisper on your lips as you feared that he would react violently by your invasion of privacy. When he didn’t respond to his name, you opened the door just enough for you to slip in. Cracking the door behind you, you turned to see Vergil pacing back and forth at the foot of your bed, the Yamato sheathed but gripped tightly in his hands.

Looking at him in the moonlight, you took note that his eyes were still closed, yet he walked around as if he clearly knew the room like the back of his hand. Looking around the room, you saw that your pillows and chairs had been sliced through with such precision, none of the feathers hand escaped their casings. With your brows furrowed, you decided to reach out for him to see if he was truly awake or just sleepwalking. 

Your gloved hand slowly reached forward towards his upper arm and just when your calloused fingertips barely grazed the fabric of his coat, his free hand slammed against your chest, the force being enough to knock you into the wall; before you could even move out of the way, he unsheathed the Yamato and thrust it forward, nicking the side of your abdomen just enough to cause you to bleed little by little.

Vergil’s eyes finally opened to see the damage he had done. You stared at him, your eyes narrowed in confusion and shock at what just happened, but you didn’t dare move. His piercing blue eyes made note of where his blade struck you but showing no emotion or warning, he withdrew the Yamato and looked at your blood on the blade. Without speaking a word, he eyed you as he pulled out a cloth and wiped your blood from the blade.

“I…what…D-did you just?” Peeling yourself off the wall, you looked down at your side as saw a crimson patch growing across your white shirt; feeling the tips of your fingers just graze against the soaked fabric caused a wince to fall from your lips. Vergil’s eyes narrowed and his brow furrowed at your state; his chest tightened, yet his mind dismissed your injury as unimportant.

“I did—” He began, but the moment he saw you raise your bloody hand in the air, he was immediately silenced.

“You know what?” You looked at him, at his sword, then the room around you two, “Don’t worry about this, any of this…If you need me, I’ll be in the kitchen tending to this.” You gestured to your side before reaching for the door and pushing it open and making your way down the stairs and towards the kitchen. Vergil was left in the room, staring at the bloodied cloth in one hand and the Yamato in the other.

His mind was trying to stop himself from leaving the room, but the feeling in his chest was stronger and it made his feet carry himself towards the kitchen where he stopped in the doorway, seeing you without your shirt on in just your bra, watching you carefully pierce your delicate skin with a small needle, hearing your soft winces at every poke. He didn’t know what to say, but his chest ached at seeing scars scattered across your back.

“Instead of just standing there, can you at least toss me my shirt?” Picking up on his tense presence, you turned to face him, folding your arms over your chest to cover yourself; He pulled your shirt off the back of the chair and tossed it in your direction, you catching it and putting it back on quickly.

“You weren’t my intended target.” He began. His voice quiet, yet assertive.

“Then who was?”

“My…demons.”

His response made you chuckle; you didn’t care if he was attempting to make a joke or not, but hearing his response changed your perspective on him, he seemed to be more human. Sitting at the table, you told him to take a seat before carrying on the conversation.

“That whole sleepwalking thing…you develop that while in the Underworld?” He stared at you, trying to figure out your motive for the intrusive question; narrowing your eyes, he gave you a curt yes before turning away.

“I don’t blame you for it,” you spoke softly, trying to capture his attention by placing your hands on the table, “I know what it’s like to having to sleep with one eye open and your guard up every second of the day, hell, I still do it.”  

Vergil turned to you, something unfamiliar gleaming in his cold eyes, “I handled being down there by myself for so long…by myself…” he paused, slight anger rising in his eyes, “Having Dante beside me didn’t change anything. I was always ready for a fight and I still am.”

“I was left for dead by my friends after they literally and figuratively stabbed me in the back,” You threw your thumb towards your back, letting a nervous sigh leave your lips, “Laying out in some concrete alley, I thought that I couldn’t trust anyone and that I was going to die alone. I wouldn’t be here if your brother didn’t see me. He took me in and from that point on I haven’t really trusted anyone else besides him. When someone stands behind me, it scares me.”

Vergil looked confused as to why you were telling him your fears; his mind kept telling him to get up and walk away, to stop wasting his time, but something was telling him to stay, cherish the moment and be bold. Without any warning, he slowly reached for your hand on the table and took it in his, staring at it for a moment before slowly giving a firm squeeze to test the waters.

“We don’t gotta go through our troubles alone, Vergil,” You told him, looking deep into his eyes, “There’s always someone there for you. I see now why Dante paired us up as partners. We can help each other.” With a small smile, you gave his hand a gentle squeeze.

“Thank you, (Y/N).” You were surprised to hear him say that; he used to rarely speak to you, but after what happened moments ago, something changed in him. 

Turning to look at the clock on the wall, you note that it was going to be dawn soon, you turned back to Vergil, your hand still in his, “Let us get some rest before the rest come back; once they do, I’m sure we both will need the energy to keep us from beating them, plus I don’t think anyone but Dante’s admirer Patty will be calling any time soon.”

Your words caused a smirk to form on his lips as he gave you a soft gaze. “Lead the way.”

Standing up from the table, you let go of his hand to walk out of the kitchen and towards the stairs. You looked over your shoulder to make sure he was following before continuing up the stairs and entering your bedroom. The room was a mess, but being too tired and in pain to clean it up, you tossed the destroyed pillows on the sliced chair and stole pillows from Dante’s room. 

When Vergil entered the room he came to sit on one side of the bed while you were on the other. Laying down flat on your back, you turned to look at Vergil who stared at the ceiling. He felt your gaze and turned to see what you want, but your cheeks turned slightly pink before saying what you were going to say.

“C-Can I hold your hand again?” You asked sheepishly, looking away before regaining the courage to look back at him, “You kind of sliced up my comfort pillow during your little “sleep fit” so now I got nothing”

Vergil cast a small glance at the chair that held your worn pillow; it’s feathers spilling out of the cut. With a nervous sigh leaving his tightly sealed lips, he said nothing but held his hand out towards you for you to take.

With a small smile, you grabbed his hand and intertwined your fingers, letting your hands bounce back onto the mattress as you lay on the bed together. Wishing him a good night, it didn’t take long for you to fall asleep. Listening to your soft snores, he turned his head to look at you sleeping peacefully beside you. Taking a glance at your hands, his cheeks burned, but he couldn’t figure out why. With his mind telling him to ignore his feelings, he chose to ignore the voice instead and felt himself drifting off too.

“Lady! Get over here quick!” Dante whisper-shouted to his friend, excitement clear on his face. Lady speed-walked towards Dante who stood by your bedroom door. When Lady was going to ask him what he wanted, he shushed her and quietly opened the door and shoved her face through the crack.

In the room was you and Vergil, still sound asleep, but you two were facing each other, still holding hands from earlier in the night. Your head was nestled into the crook of his neck while his free hand was resting on your hip. Dante was struggling to keep his laughter on the down-low but failing miserably. Stepping out of the room, he shouted into the hallway with Lady trailing behind him, “I need to buy a camera! This is twice in two weeks!”

[jungkookiebus]

Hiii, omg I love all your fics! Could you please write one Taehyung and the reader have a really big fight , and she wants to end it, but tae assures her he still loves her and then he makes sweet love to her uwu! Please? And thanks! Also, I'm going to send this again cuz tumblr app eats all my asks, so ignore it the second time okay!

Thank you so much!! Here you go, bb!! :D

This had been the fourth day in a row you had tried to get ahold of Taehyung. You knew what you had signed up for getting into this relationship.His lift was way more hectic than yours and there would be months at a time whenyou couldn’t see him. All these factors had never affected you, but here latelyyour constant bouts of depression were becoming too much for you. You knew inyour heart you were being selfish, but there came a time when he needed to makesome sacrifices too, right? You had been stewing in your own self-pity when aknock came at your door. You hadn’t been expecting any deliveries, but youopened the door anyway expecting someone to be at the wrong apartment. Stoodbefore you was Taehyung, your boyfriend of two years, dressed to the nines lookingas if he had just walked off a movie set.

“Tae?”

“Who else?” he said stretching his arms outward towards you.

You stepped back into your apartment, avoiding his reach.

A frown crossed his face when you ignored his advances. “What’swrong?”

You sighed. “I’ve been trying to talk to you for the pastfour days.”

“I’ve been busy, _______.”

“Too busy to at least let me know you’re okay?”

He flicked your forehead as he walked past you and into yourapartment. “Have you not been watching tv? I’ve been on shows the past few days,haven’t gotten a lot of sleep; hell, I just came from a show.” He was now gesturingtowards the suit he was wearing.

“I’m tired of this,” you sighed.

His brows furrowed. “What do you mean, tired of this?”

“This!” you gestured in his direction wildly. “I don’t seeyou for months on end, I’m lucky if I get to talk to you more than two days ina row, and I never know how you are or even what you’re doing. I’m constantlyin the dark and I just don’t feel like you love me anymore.”

“Are you fucking kiddingme right now?! You knew what you were getting yourself into when you starteddating me.” He had rushed forward so quickly that you found yourself backing upagainst your door as he towered over you. “You knew my lifestyle, you knew thelimited time I had, and you knew thiswouldn’t be easy.”

“I’m sorry. It’s just taking too much of a toll on me, Tae.I don’t think I can do this anymore.”

Tears started to well in his eyes. “Too much of a toll? Howdo you think I feel 24/7, _______? Doyou know what it’s like to be constantly watched? I don’t have a private life anymore. Know how I got to come here today? Ihad to lie to our manager. I lied to him and told him I didn’t feel well so Icould come and see the one person who made me feel sane and you’re going tostand here and say my life is taking a toll on you. ______ you don’t know the half of it.” His tears were fallingfreely now. You felt like the biggest asshole, but then again, you needed tolook out for yourself too. Right? This was your mental health as well. Tae’slarge hands came up to frame your face as he looked down at you. His eyes werered, and his usually boxy grin was turned down in a sad plea. “______ pleasedon’t do this. What we have is good. I know sometimes I suck at communication,but please know that my busy life wears me down. I don’t do these things to youout of lack of love. I do these things because I’m physically and mentally exhaustedall the time. You know how bad it hurts that I can’t see you every day?”

You willed yourself to stay strong in your decision, butyour resolve was breaking. You truly were selfish.

“I remember the first time I saw you.” He sniffed and smiledslightly, looking up as if recalling and seeing the memory before him. “Youwere so beautiful in that sundress. I thought to myself, ‘If I can work up thecourage to talk to her, then at least I will have accomplished one good thingin my life.’ You knew who I was, but that didn’t change how you treated me thatday. You were way less nervous than me and so, so fucking relaxed. I had to pinch myself when you agreed to see me again.”Tears cascaded down his cheeks and onto the lapels of his suit. “I still thinkabout that day when I’m missing you and how lucky I was that you gave me a chance.I’m sorry my life is too much for you, ______, but I really am trying.”

Yes, you were selfish. Why you even thought it was okay touse that as a reason made you feel like the biggest dick.

“Please don’t leave me,” he whispered.

That was it. Your resolve broke as you lunged forward andthrew your arms around him.

“God, Tae, I don’t know what I was thinking. I’m such an asshole. I was just feelingsorry for myself and…I guess I got jealous how much others got to see you and I’malways here alone, but you’re right. Your life isn’t easy, and I’ve seen whatthis industry has done to you. I’m sosorry.” You now let your fat, selfish tears escape your eyes as you both criedin each other’s arms.

Taehyung pulled back to look at you once more. “Please letme show you how much I love you.”

He grabbed your hand and pulled you down the hallway to yourbedroom.

“Tae, you don’t have to do this. I was being such a dick,”you said while shuffling along behind him.

Once he stepped foot in your room, he turned to look at youagain. “But I want to.” He smiled sadly at you and you hated that you were thecause of it.

Tentatively he grabbed the hem of your shirt. “Can I?”

“Yes, do whatever you want. I’m so sorry.” You knew he wasunsure because of your fight. Deep down inside he was still wondering if youwanted to end all of this.

He slowly pulled your shirt over your head, leaving you onlyin your underwear before moving to remove those for you as well. Instinctively,you crossed your arms to cover yourself.

“Please don’t hide,” he said softly. He pulled off his jacketbefore undoing his cuffs, unbuttoning his shirt, and shrugging it off. You hadforgotten how much you missed him when you saw the soft contours of his body.He undressed the rest of the way before leading you over to your bed.

“Can I make love to you?” He acted as if he had to askpermission every step of the way; he was being careful with you.

“You don’t have to ask, Tae. I’m sorry for all the things Isaid.”

“Let’s not talk about it anymore,” he said as he guided youto lay down.

He was slow as he placed a soft kiss on your lips. You twinedyour fingers through his hair to pull him down to you and deepen the kiss. Howcrazy were you to not want this again? As your hands moved to his shoulders youfelt the tension there release as he relaxed into you. He moved to kiss your jawand to the soft spot below your ear.

“I was so worried I’d never be able to do this again,” hewhispered against your skin. His voice was sad and your felt your stomach twistwith guilt. He moved his kisses down and kissed along the side of your breastand to the skin underneath. His hands moved down your sides and one glidedbetween your legs to experimentally dip there. You opened your legs wider togrant him access. At this point, you would let him do whatever he wanted; yourguilt had you submitting to him fully. He ran his slender fingers (those handswere the first feature you noticed on him) up and down your folds before hesheathed one inside of you. You gasped at the old, familiar feeling of hishands; having not been with him for some time. Tae was always like coming homeand you basked in his glow.

“Does that feel good?”

“Yes. I want more.” Your back arched slightly off the bed ashe added another finger. His pace was slow, testing what he could do. Hebrought his thumb to your clit and started to rub slow circles on it. This timehe brought his face back up to yours so that he could kiss you more fully. Histongue prodded at your lips, requesting access which you gave freely. His handstarted to pick up its pace inside of you when he added a third finger. Thistime he ground his palm on your clit as his fingers were thrust deep inside youfinding that special spot.

“I want to be inside of you,” he said against your ear. Youshivered as he licked a trail from your ear to the base of our neck.

“Then please do it.” You weren’t going to be able to takemuch more of this before you were going to come undone.

He slowly slid his fingers from you and inserted his pointerinto this mouth, sucking hard and pulling it slowly from his mouth. The pop whenhis finger escaped those wet depths had a fresh wave of arousal coursingthrough you.

“Sweeter than a strawberry,” he smiled.

He leaned back as he grabbed the back of your knees, pullingthem to a ninety degree angle at his sides. He released one of your legs to grabthe base of his cock and guide it towards your entrance. He slid in a couple ofinches as you clenched around him.

“Relax, baby.” You let your body sink into the covers as hecontinued his journey inside of you. He brought his hand to the back of yourknee again as he started to slowly thrust inside of you, all while watching hiscock disappear inside of you. His mouth hung open as he watched you greedilysuck him back in each time.

“You were made for me,” he said looking up at you.

“Tae…” you started. He had dropped your legs before comingdown directly in front of your mouth, using his hands to support himself.

“Don’t talk,” he said against your lips. He leaned backagain, but this time held onto either side of your waist as he quickened hispace inside of you.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” All the whilehe was switching his gaze from your cunt to your face. “You’re all for me and no one can have you.”

You moaned at his earnest proclamation. From any otherperson it would have bothered you, but the sincerity and love behind his wordshad every nerve ending in your body tingling.

“From this day forward, I’m going to worship your body everychance I get.”

Your toes curled at his sides.

“And I’m going to show you how much I love you.”

Your breath quickened as you gripped his wrists.

“And I’m never, evergoing to let you go.”

His thrusts were deep now; his body almost never leavingcontact with yours. He was angled just right into you to hit your g-spot andrub against your clit.

“Everyone is going to know you’re mine.”

You gasped for air as your orgasm hit you hard and fast. Taehyungquickened his pace to ride you through and as you continued to flutter andclench around him, you felt the warmth of his come paint your walls as yourcunt greedily took as much as it could. Taehyung ceased his movements as heleaned down to bring his forehead to yours.

“I love you, _____.”

“I love you, Tae.”

“I’ll make sure you know it every day, with every fiber ofmy being.”

“I don’t expect that from you. I want you to take care ofyourself.”

“Taking care of you fulfills me. I’ll never let a day go bywhere you ever feel lonely again.”

“I’ll return it tenfold.”

He laughed lightly while placing a kiss to your nose. “Iwouldn’t expect anything less.”

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[verai-marcel]

Inescapable Rapture (RDR2 Fanfic, Ch. 1 of 5, 18+ ONLY)

Summary: In another timeline, Deputy Arthur doesn't have any qualms about keeping you. In fact, he wants to tie you down even more now that he has you in his grasp.

Author’s Notes: Red122 on AO3 asked if I was open to writing an alternate version of A Fortnight Of Falling, my initial idea before it became what it did. So I thought about it. And yeah, I was open to writing it, so here it is. Super trigger warning for non-con elements, dubious consent, Reader slowly falling prey to a very dominant, very possessive, low honor Deputy Arthur.

Tags: Low Honor Arthur, D/s, non-con elements, dubious consent, rough sex, dirty talk, blow jobs, facials, outdoor sex, dark erotica

Also find it on AO3 here.

Chapter 1: Welcome Home

Notes: Alternate timeline GO! Also starts right after Sinful Payment.

WC: 1738

You lay in the jail cell, naked and exhausted. Arthur sat on the cot and put your head in his lap. Casually petting you like a cat, he hummed softly as you fell asleep.

You woke up, bundled up in a blanket, curled up against his chest. Feeling the rocking of being on horseback, you blinked and looked around you. It was still dark, but it was the kind of dark that heralded the sunrise in a few minutes. In the distance, you saw the dim outline of a cabin surrounded by the forest.

“Where…?” you trailed off as you looked up at Arthur, noticing how his eyes gleamed with an unknown emotion as he looked down at you.

“My place,” he said. “Went to yours first, got your things.”

You leaned back, relieved that at least you’d have some of your own clothes. Then you went rigid. Did he find…?

“No, I didn’t look under the third floor board at the foot of your bed,” he said, chuckling.

You slumped in his arms. Of course he knew.

***

He let you wash up and put on some clean clothes, while he sat in the one chair in the main room, writing in a journal. When you were all ready, he took you to town on his horse, explaining on the way the cover story: you were staying with him until the disturbance near the south of town, near your cabin, had been investigated. You scoffed, but agreed to go by his rules.

“I'll pick you up after work,” he told you as the doctor's office came into view.

“Sure,” you said flippantly.

He gripped your chin, forcing you to look straight at him.

“Don't even think of runnin’,” he said in a low tone. Swallowing, you nodded. Satisfied, he let you go, got off his horse, and helped you down. He escorted you inside, and then after exchanging a few words with the doctor, he left.

You rubbed your jaw and scowled before starting the work day.

***

Arthur brought you home, and you immediately started preparing dinner, just to put some space between you two. When you started searching through his cabinets for items, he pointed out where everything was before heading out to get fresh water for the basin and to wash off. By the time he came back, you had managed to make a nice roasted rabbit.

As you put the food on the table, you eyed the one chair. And you glowered at Arthur as he sat down in it.

“You want to eat?”

Your stomach growled in response.

“C'mere.” He gestured for you to come closer to him. You did, wary of what he wanted. He quickly pulled you into his lap, not giving you a chance to protest. Reaching around you, he tore off a piece of meat and held it up to your mouth.

You glared.

“Fine,” he said, and popped the morsel into his mouth. Chewing slowly and watching you, he kept eating, waiting for you to give in.

Finally, the smell and your hunger was too much, and you unconsciously let out a whimper. He held a piece up you, and you took it delicately in your mouth. He stared at your lips, wrapped around his fingers as you sucked the juice off. You hadn't meant to do it, but something low in your body responded to the look in his eyes. He kept feeding you by hand, and though you didn’t suck on his fingers again, he did trace your lips at the last bite.

As soon as the meal was done, you hurried off his lap to clean up. You heard him laugh softly at your escape as he helped you take the dishes to the sink, to your surprise. You had expected him to just sit back and let you do all the work. But with his help, it made the clean up twice as fast. For a moment, you wondered why, and then with a sinking feeling, you figured it out: the sooner you finished, the sooner he’d take you to his bed. As you finished putting the last plate away, as slowly as you could, you glanced over at Arthur, who was watching you expectantly. When you were done, he walked away to the bedroom.

Swallowing, you followed him.

***

Arthur stood at the doorway, ushering you in, and then closed the door behind him. Not even a moment passed before he was right behind you, guiding you towards the bed.

“Strip,” he said in a low tone. You slowly unbuttoned your blouse and skirt, throwing them aside. You started to remove your chemise, but Arthur was impatient. He spun you around, grabbed the thin fabric, and tore it open. He tugged the ribbon from your drawers and pulled that off too, letting it pool at your feet.

Staring at you with unbridled lust, he took off his shirt while you watched, your mouth going dry. Yeah, he was a good looking man, but he was also a scarily strong man, with muscles that could no doubt break you in half. He grabbed you by the waist and pulled you close, taking your mouth in a greedy kiss. He walked you towards the bed, making you stumble backwards until you fell onto it, with him falling upon you, his legs straddling yours.

Nibbling on your earlobe, and trailing nips down your neck, he breathed in your scent. His hands were all over your body, stroking, squeezing, while he grinded his hips into you. The rough fabric of his jeans rubbed against you, and you moaned despite your best efforts to stay quiet. He softly chuckled.

“Let it all out. I want to hear everything.”

Then he got up and unbuttoned his fly. You scooted back on the bed as you saw him release his cock, gripping it by the base and stroking it slowly. Your eyes stayed on his movements, your pussy pulsing with a need that you tried to ignore. Reaching out, he pulled you into his arms and sat down on the edge of the bed, making you sit in his lap, facing away from him. His cock rested between your legs, and he gripped your hips, moving you against him. A moan came from you, unbidden. You did not want to enjoy this, but your body craved his possessive touch.

“Better cooperate, kitten. You want this to feel good, don’tcha?” he rumbled as he rubbed your pussy lips, teasing you by not quite touching your clit. You wriggled your hips, but he just gripped you tighter and bit the back of your neck, making you yelp. He slowly pushed one finger into you, stretching you as he stirred you up, making you twitch in his arms.

Then he shoved two fingers into you, and hummed when he heard your panting. He pushed his thumb against your clit almost too hard as he fingered you, his other arm around your body, his hand wrapped around your throat. You choked out a cry as he kept his grip on you, his fingers curving deep inside of you.

As if he had flicked a switch, you convulsed in his arms as a wave of pleasure overtook you, making you give a loud, long moan. He held you tight as you came, his lips against your shoulder and murmuring praises.

“Good girl, that’s right, let go for me…”

When you felt the wave drift away, he lifted you up and positioned you over his cock. You felt the head of him push on your entrance, and you clenched up.

“I’m takin’ you, so just let me in,” he growled as he pulled you onto him. You cried out, he was so big, stretching you. But he wouldn’t stop, just slowly lowered you down until you were fully seated in his lap, his cock deep inside you to the hilt.

“Ride me,” he commanded, and you moved slowly at first. He groaned and let you go at your own pace for a couple minutes. He slapped your ass and growled about going faster, but you couldn't do it; you were sluggish from your first release and your body not used to such an invasion, even after being loosened up by him earlier. So he gripped your hips and started pounding upwards into you at a quicker pace.

“Makin’ me do the work, you’ll pay for that,” he snarled, his thrusts going faster, harder, his hand going back to your neck. Your strangled cries just made him more excited as he fucked you mercilessly, losing whatever restraint he had. Feeling his breath against the back of your neck and hearing his moans turned you on, despite your best efforts to remain neutral.

His other hand went back to your clit, rubbing furiously. You shrieked, it was too much stimulation at once. He overloaded your senses; his touch was possessive, his cock taking you with abandon, his hand wrapped around your throat. Arthur’s voice, wordless sounds of encouragement, low and husky in your ear, drove you mad.

“Come for me, kitten,” he demanded, and you screamed as you came once more, your body spasming with the force of it. He didn’t let up his unforgiving rhythm, continuing to hammer into you from below, until your legs trembled and you almost slumped over.

He threw you onto the bed and kneeled in front of your face, stroking himself leisurely.

“Open your mouth,” he commanded, and when you did, he grabbed your hair and sped up his strokes, coming with a loud moan as his spend shot onto you. You flinched as most of it fell in your mouth, but some on your face. He reached down and smeared some of it around your lips, then forced your mouth shut.

“Swallow,” he said, and you did. He suddenly gave you the most fiercely proud smile.

“Such a good girl,” he whispered, stroking your cheek. “Takin’ all this so well.” He got the blankets over both of you and pulled you against him. He gently massaged your aching legs and kissed your forehead.

“I’ll take real good care of you, don’t you worry,” he whispered. “You’re mine, after all.”

You weren’t sure how you felt about this, but as you drifted to sleep, you knew one thing for sure.

Two weeks of this was going to break you, one way or the other.

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Part 2 is here.

[frostclawdragoon]

Prompt #29: “Sticking to the Plan” (Extra Credit)

((Since @verdantbard‘s birthday fell on the same day as Extra Credit, I decided to write her a story about our dumb cat boiz with the prompt of her choice, and she chose one of her favorite tropes. SO HERE IT IS! :D

IT’S SUPER LONG so its all hidden under the cut.))

How did I get myself into this mess…?

Dressed in his finest suit, R’ouros stood idly in a large room filled with people as he unintentionally zoned out at the hyuran couple talking animatedly in front of him. In one hand, he held a sparkling drink of some kind that he hadn’t taken a single sip from, on the other hand… Well. His arm was currently hooked around the arm of an equally fancy dressed Khamri’a, who seemed far more interested in the conversation than R’ouros was, or at least, he was pretending he was far more interested in the conversation. Regardless, it was fine, the couple were talking to him mostly anyway.

R’ouros, instead, was staring off distantly as he recalled every step that had gotten him in this position, which wasn’t a bad position by any means, it was just... A flustered position, one he thought he could handle far better than he actually was. He remembered being in his room, working on his latest painting, when Khamri’a had come in with an expression of intense determination and... What seemed like a hint of coyness.

“You need me to what?” R’ouros had asked, stunned by his request. Khamri’a had definitely hid a grin behind a hand at his reaction, causing R’ouros to blush furiously.

“I need you to pretend that you’re my boyfriend.” Khamri’a answered after clearing his throat to cover the chuckle that had escaped. “I have leads that a man in Ul’dah is up to some… Inappropriate dealings with Garlemald, and I have to get into his home office to find proof. Fortunately, he’s carelessly throwing around his gil and hosting a party at his estate. Unfortunately, it’s a couples-only invitation, and I’ve been invited but--”

“YES!” R’ouros spat out without hesitation, causing Khamri’a to lean back in surprise. R’ouros sat in silence afterward, the corners of his open mouth twitching in realization. “I mean. Yes, of course I’ll help you!”

Ah… That’s right… He was here because his feelings for the man had taken control for a split second and made him automatically agree to the plan of pretending to be Khamri’a’s romantic escort for the evening.

“Just one problem…” R’ouros had said bashfully after the fact, his blush returning to his cheeks. “I’ve--... I’ve never actually been in a relationship before, so I don’t know how to act like I’m in one.”

Khamri’a shrugged, apparently undeterred from his choice in R’ouros as an escort. “You’ve got three days, just study up on the subject and you’ll be fine.”

R’ouros had taken his advice and spent all three days researching, reading and watching couples in the wild and in Windsong. Needless to say, by the day of the party, he wasn’t anymore confident in his romance skills than when he started.

As they had approached the estate, Khamri’a had leaned in close. “Now, remember, we met at an Ul’dah gala two years ago and have been in a relationship since.”

“R-right...!” R’ouros stuttered with uncertainty. Khamri’a seemed so much more confident than he did, was he not at all flustered at the idea of pretending they were romantically involved?

When R’ouros had spotted the other couples entering the estate, and how most of them had their spouses hanging of their arm, he had quickly grabbed Khamri’a by the wrist and tucked his arm around his own, startling the Keeper. He put on his best, charming smile to play the part as best he could, and Khamri’a immediately looked away and refused to make eye contact until they had gotten into the building. R’ouros had wondered if he had done something wrong, and had repeatedly asked if he was okay, but Khamri’a only reassured him all was perfectly fine. After that, Khamri’a proceeded to mingle with the party attendees, all part of the plan to establish an innocent presence.

“Beloved.” “Darling.” “Dearest.” “My love.” All of these pet-names were used to introduce R’ouros to people Khamri’a apparently knew to some degree, and every single one of them repeatedly made his heart explode in joy while simultaneously sending him into a mental cardiac arrest. This was supposed to be an act, but Khamri’a sounded so convincing in his performance as R’ouros’ partner that it was impossible for him to tell the difference between a truth and a lie… Or, rather, he wanted to believe the lie was truth, and it was taking all his mental focus to not become a literal puddle of swooned goop in Khamri’a’s arms. This was an act, not reality.

So now he stood here, silently regretting and delighting in the fact he agreed to this. He regretted it because he knew it was fake, it absolutely was, that was the plan. To fake their romance to throw a badguy in prison. But he delighted in it, because of how badly he wanted Khamri’a to notice him in this way, to be His Beloved, His Darling, His Dearest--

“So how did you two meet?” Asked the wife, snapping R’ouros back to reality. Oh right they were in a conversation.

“At a gala about two years ago.” Khamri’a answered smoothly as he hugged R’ouros’ arm closer, causing him to tense up slightly when his head rested against his shoulder lovingly. “He’d been so hopelessly charming that I couldn’t help but fall head over heels.”

“Is that so?” The wife smiled warmly as she looked at R’ouros.

“Yes!” R’ouros squeaked out, his face running hot with blush as he felt Khamri’a nuzzle into him. “We’ve been married ever since!”

Khamri’a’s nuzzled stopped and he pulled back slightly to give him a pointed, curious look of confusion.

“... You eternally bonded right after you met?” The husband questioned curiously, his own eyebrows raised in surprise.

R’ouros stared at the pair across from him, realizing once again that his stupid, stupid feelings put him on autopilot and made him say things he wasn’t supposed to. They weren’t supposed to be married! Khamri’a had specified they were romantically involved, nothing more than that. And yet, he just took that idea and threw it as hard as he could out the nearest window and changed up their whole dynamic because he spaced out at pet names!

They were all staring at him, waiting for him to continue. He needed to explain himself and fast.

Think, Ouros! You’ve studied for this!

“... It was love at first sight.” R’ouros answered as calmly as he could. He looked at Khamri’a and smiled the softest and most loving smile he possibly could, a move he had caught Nalin doing once to Caoimhe. “After our first chance encounter, I knew from that moment on that I wanted to spend the rest of my life at his side, to cherish and adore him for as long as we both lived.”

R’ouros noticed that Khamri’a’s face had turned a particular shade of pink, and he quickly averted his gaze back to the couple before them and smiled kindly. Ah, this reaction again… Cute as it was, he still didn’t know what it meant.

“... He… Proposed the following day.” Khamri’a answered. R’ouros noted his tone was slightly strained as though he were trying to keep his voice steady and calm. “To which I gladly accepted, of course.”

“Oh how romantic!” The wife sighed as she leaned against her husband, who, in return, leaned his head against hers. “True love at first sight is so incredibly rare it’s practically unheard of!”

“Indeed.” Khamri’a said before he gave a slight tug on R’ouros’ arm. “If you will excuse us though, I am feeling a bit parched and need to fetch something to drink.”

Khamri’a dragged R’ouros away from the couple and crossed the room toward the refreshment table. R’ouros stumbled a bit, trying to keep up with the rather quick pace that Khamri’a was walking at, all the while trying not to spill the drink he had taken earlier from a server. He didn’t honestly want it, but he didn’t want to be rude and turn down the offered drink either, so he was just carrying it everywhere and wasn’t sure what to do with it.

“Married?” Khamri’a whispered at him as they walked. He refused to make eye contact, but R’ouros could see the blush on his face was still very much present. “That wasn’t part of the agreed plan, R’ouros.”

“I panicked!” R’ouros whispered back. “I got stuck staring at them and thinking about marriage that it just blurted out of me!”

“Don’t. Change. The plan. When the plan is in motion.” Khamri’a explained firmly. “You only make adjustments when it’s necessary and that was not necessary.”

“What do we do then?!”

“The only thing we can do: Keep up the act.” Khamri’a murmured. “So we’re married now.”

R’ouros was quite thankful to have arrived at the table of refreshments when they had, because the moment Khamri’a released him to play his part and get a drink, R’ouros himself set his sparkling glass of whatever-it-was and grabbed the nearest glass of whatever didn’t smell alcoholic and downed it. His heart was already going absolutely bananas with Khamri’a hanging off him like a doting spouse, so hearing the words “we’re married” whispered in his direction was not doing his volatile emotions any favors.

He just… He just had to keep in mind this was all an act and not reality. That, like a fairytale, as soon as the clock struck midnight they’d be back to the way they were: Good, close friends. No romance between them. He glanced off toward the side of the room, his eyes landing on the chronometer hanging on the wall nearby. Three more hours until midnight. He could last three hours at least, right? He could keep up the act and be as convincing as Khamri’a, right?

A soft jab in his side caught his thirsty attention briefly. R’ouros looked over to Khamri’a who pointed out at the room in response as he took a swig from his glass with the same hand. R’ouros glanced over and across the way and saw another hyuran man. He was leisurely strolling through the room, black hair slicked back, a thin mustache and had more jewelry on him than should be allowed possible; a flaunting of wealth, he knew. The man was greeting guests, laughing loudly and gesturing wildly, as if he wanted any and all attention on himself.

Immediately, the overwhelmed flustered feeling that had plagued R’ouros since this night began vanished instantly. He leaned in toward Khamri’a as he watched the man from across the room, his focus honed.

“That him…?”

“Roderick Archer.” Khamri’a answered into his glass. “Looks like he has far too much wealth for a man with a mysterious job, don’t you think?”

“What exactly is he giving Garlemald?”

Khamri’a glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, then finished off the rest of his drink before setting his empty glass down. He placed a hand onto R’ouros’ elbow and, with a gentle push, led him away from the table to walk again, taking care to hook his arm around his to pull him in close, his head resting snuggly on his shoulder. It sent R’ouros’ heart into a set of flips again, which he tried his best to ignore. Stay focused!

“Supposedly he’s dealing information and weapons.” Khamri’a whispered as he nuzzled into his shoulder to play up his part. It wasn’t helping R’ouros’ fluttering heart any. “He’s known though for picking sides when it benefits him and right now, trading with the Garleans apparently benefits him.”

R’ouros frowned slightly. “So definitely a bad guy.”

“Certainly wouldn’t want any information regarding the Eorzean Alliance leaking to the Garleans, to be sure. Especially if that information involves the Warrior of Light.”

“Where is his study?” R’ouros asked as he looked up and around the room without moving his head.

“Second floor.”

R’ouros glanced over his shoulder at Roderick. He was caught up in conversations with far too many people to notice anyone other than himself practically. Good, it meant an easier time for them to slip up the stairs that Khamri’a was so kindly guiding them toward. There was a guard posted at the bottom of the stairwell, but it was easy to slip by them with the ol’ faithful excuse of “looking for the restroom.” In a matter of seconds, the two were on the second floor, making their way toward the bathroom and waiting until they were out of sight of any party attendees or guards before they broke apart and made a beeline straight for Roderick’s study.

As soon as they reached the door, Khamri’a pulled out a set of small tools tucked away in one of his inner vest pockets and picked at the lock. “You keep watch.” He instructed quietly as he unlocked the door quickly and pushed it open. “I’ll get the evidence.”

“Right!” R’ouros acknowledged with a nod of his head.

The two dipped into the darkened room and, carefully, R’ouros closed the door until nothing but a visible crack was seen, allowing him to peer out into the hall without being entirely obvious. His ears flicked on occasion, listening to Khamri’a go through various drawers and sift through piles of parchments. The room had also lit up faintly, no doubt from a spell Khamri’a had cast to aid in his search.

Minutes were ticking by.

“Find anything?” R’ouros asked, his anxiety bubbling up the longer Khamri’a took to dig through documents.

“Not yet--” Khamri’a’s voice trailed off and R’ouros glanced back at him. He was holding up a letter he unfolded, an intense and curious expression his face under the low light provided by his cane.

“What is it?”

A pleased grin spread across Khamria’s lips. “Proof.” He continued to read the letter further. “... Roderick had information regarding the Scions of the Seventh Dawn and had planned to meet up with a representative of Garlemald to exchange information tomorrow… Yes, this is exactly what I need to finally get him off his throne.”

Khamri’a refolded the letter into its envelope and tucked it away into his vest. He flicked the light spell off his cane and started making his way back toward the door. He was only a few steps away, likely prepared to inform R’ouros that they could leave, before R’ouros spotted a shape down the hallway coming toward the office. A small gasp escaped him, and he whipped around, grabbed Khamri’a and shoved him up against the wall beside the door, pinning him there. Instinctively, Khamri’a froze up, hands sparking with electrical energy, but when he saw the apologetic and worried look on R’ouros’ face, followed by a finger pressing to his lips in a hush, he stopped.

“--office is right this way.” Came the voice of Roderick from outside the room.

Both of their ears shot upward in surprise and, as the door began to open fully, R’ouros began to inwardly panic. If they got caught in here without a good excuse, they’d surely be thoroughly questioned and thrown to the authorities and the last thing either of them needed was Caoimhe bailing them out of prison; she did that enough for the twin Dragoons already. He looked from the door to Khamri’a, hoping he’d have a plan for this predicament.

He saw that his mind was working, trying to come up with a solution quickly, but nothing was coming to him right away. R’ouros tensed, they were running out of time. He gently squeezed Khamri’a’s shoulders to catch his attention, his expression tense as his heart raced.

“I’m very sorry about this…!” R’ouros whispered with a slight cringe of worry.

“What--?”

R’ouros shoved his head forward and mashed his lips against Khamri’a’s in what he mentally deemed as the most unromantic-looking kiss ever recorded in history. He had no idea what he was doing, he’d never held a person’s hand for longer than a minute, let alone have any experience kissing someone. But if it meant they didn’t get caught red handed, then it was a much needed adjustment to the plan. And if there was one thing he learned from his study of romance, it was that walking in on two people having A Moment was the best kind of distraction there was.

… Plus it meant he got to kiss Khamri’a, which wasn’t a bonus or anything. No sir. This was certainly only to save their hides from being thrown in the nearest dungeon. Never mind the fact that Khamri’a, after a second of complete stunned stillness, dropped his cane to the floor, flung his arms around his neck and pulled him in tightly, returning the kiss with an intensity that R’ouros was not expecting. Not that that was a bad thing, quite the opposite, he rather liked it. He rather liked it a lot. So much so that, for a moment, he had forgotten what it was they were actually doing and, instead, went for a much more loving and passionate kiss because he’d, once again, let his emotions run wild.

“WHAT IN THE SEVEN HELLS?!” Screamed Roderick.

Immediately they broke away from the kiss to look at Roderick and the two guests he had brought with him into his office, all of which were staring in stunned shock. R’ouros stared back, face heated with blush and eyes wide with surprise. Oh yeah, the plan! That was an adjustment to the plan!

“UuuuUUhh--!” Was all R’ouros managed to say.

“Our sincerest apologies Lord Archer,” Khamri’a said suddenly as he adjusted his vest and quickly swept his cane up off the floor. “We didn’t think anyone would be in this room.”

“HaHA! Yeah!” R’ouros blurted out with a nervous laugh. “Newly weds and stuff! Hahaha--!”

“PLEASE escort yourselves out!” Roderick snapped as he pointed to the door, his face furious with shocked embarrassment.

R’ouros only grinned in apology at Roderick and his two guests before Khamri’a yanked him out of the room and into the hall, where the door slammed shut behind them, causing them both to tense up. They stood there a moment, tails bristled and ears straight up. Aside from the music playing joyfully for the party downstairs, there was an awkward silence that hung in the air.

“... Uh…” R’ouros said after a long bout of silence, his eyes shifting toward Khamri’a. “So…  About that--”

“A necessary adjustment.” Khamri’a answered after a clearing of his throat and a wiggle of his shirt collar. He, once again, did not make eye contact, but R’ouros could see the deep red staining his cheeks. “Let us return to the party, shall we?”

The two awkwardly walked back to the party, silently agreeing with each other that the kiss was definitely a necessary adjustment and nothing more. R’ouros once more took Khamri’a’s arm with his own and Khamri’a, of course, did not object and after a few moments to collect himself, he was once more in the swing of things and back to his regular socializing for appearances’ sake.

The rest of the night was relatively uneventful. The two of them had spent the last few hours hanging around the food table, idly waiting for a contact of Khamri’a’s to show up so he could pass on the evidence to them. And pass the evidence on he had, for as soon as the chronometer struck midnight and the chimes of time echoed throughout the hall, the spell of the magical evening for its attendees faded when the law enforcement of Ul’dah stormed into the building to arrest Roderick for his crimes. It was quite a spectacle to behold, one that both Khamri’a and R’ouros had ensured to stay long enough to watch as Roderick kicked and screamed all the way out of his home and toward the nearest prison cell.

A subtle fist-bump was most definitely shared between them.

As they exited the estate with the rest of the attendees, R’ouros pursed his lips thoughtfully, his hands tucked behind his head. “So now we go home, right?” He asked.

“That was the plan.” Khamri’a answered.

“... What if we made a necessary adjustment to the plan?” R’ouros questioned as he looked at him.

Khamri’a raised an eyebrow at him. “What do you mean?”

“Weeeelll…” R’ouros started with a smile. “... I know of a place that sells some really delicious sweet drinks and ice cream, and they stay open late.”

Khamri’a gave him a thoughtful glance. “... A celebratory dessert?”

“Heck yeah! I paid a lot for this outfit, I at least want to get my gil’s worth!”

And there it was. Khamri’a’s small, delightful laugh that always sent R’ouros’ heart spinning toward the heavens. He couldn’t help but smile even bigger at the sight, his cheeks flushing pink as his chest pooled with a warmth he’d become quite familiar with in recent days. Khamri’a caught his gaze, his small laugh fading at the sight of R’ouros soft, lovestruck expression that sent his own heart aflutter. The two stared at each other for a moment, both quietly wishing that they could try that kiss a second time, only this time acknowledging that it was real, that there were no masks or walls between them…

Someone bumping passed R’ouros sent him stumbling closer to Khamri’a, causing them both to tense at the sudden closeness again as their lips nearly collided again. After another pause and a wide-eyed stare, they both backed away bashfully and chuckled with uncertainty and shyness. Khamri’a gestured for R’ouros to lead on, and the two of them made their way down the street toward their celebratory dessert.

[lolzcollz]

W I L D

Can I tell you a secret? I think someone’s trying to kill me. Actually, I know they are since they told me point blank they would kill me if I ever told anyone about this. But I have to tell someone.

I’ve always felt…different than everyone else. In high school I was the kid who didn’t fit in with anyone, not even the misfits. I was the one lone wolf and no one wanted to be friends with me or talk to me. I got bullied. Not a whole lot, but you know, enough to make it mean something to me. I always wondered what was wrong with me. There’s just something that makes people think I’m a werido and a loser. But that’s why when I’m online I can be something…else. People don’t know me as me, you know? They don’t know Calvin the weird guy who doesn’t have friends. They know C.C Andre, the esteemed smut writer.

I know what you’re thinking: a smut writer? What the fuck is that? I write stories about sex. People having sex with each other, people having sex with household objects, people having sex with animals, animals having sex with animals, etc. Basically anything that can have sex with something else, I’ve written it. I get people emailing me requests for stories all the time. I don’t actually want to write about someone fucking their pet dog but people idolize me. They tell me how great my stories are and how rock hard they get when they read my words. That’s all I’ve ever really wanted. I feel like I’m almost needed, you know?

I know, I know. It’s fucked up. I decided recently I was going to stop writing them altogether. And I swear, I was going to but then I got an email from someone. It was an anonymous email, most of them are, but that wasn’t the weird part. I’ll just copy and paste what this person sent me:

“C.C. Andre,

I hope this email finds you well. I have a request for you to write a story. I’ve attached a file to this email. Watch the video. Memorize the video. I would like for you to transcribe every single detail. I mean, every single detail, down to the last hair. I am entrusting you to not share this video with anyone else. I hope I wouldn’t have to threaten you but if you do share the video I will know, and I will kill you.

I am willing to pay any price you name. I look forward to hearing back from you.”

None of this was really strange to me. I mean, sometimes people send me pictures of their furry suits to use as reference but no one had ever sent a video before. I had just assumed it was a at home porno some couple made. I opened the link without thinking twice. What I saw on that video…it was…it was something else.

The video opened up in the woods. There were trees all around, you couldn’t see past the thick bunches of leaves. The camera was shaky. Whoever was holding it seemed nervous. You could hear their heavy breathing. They walked further into the woods and eventually came upon a clearing. They put the camera down on a tree stump and stood in front of the lens. The person was a man and seemed to be in his early forties. When he got in front of the camera he stopped for a couple seconds. He looked like he was listening for something. When he was satisfied with whatever he was waiting for he began to undress. He slowly unbuttoned his shirt and folded it. He started a pile of his clothes next to him. Next, he took off his jeans. He too folded those and added it to the pile. He waited for a second before taking off his boxers. I could see his boner through them already. I didn’t know what to expect from this. Maybe he was just in the woods alone and filming himself jacking off? Also not the most unusual request I’ve received. Finally, he took off his underwear and released his throbbing cock. It sprung over his boxer’s band with full force. He added those to the pile.

Once all the man’s clothes were folded neatly and he was stark naked in the woods, he slowly got down on his hands and knees. He stayed in that position for a long time. I waited five or so minutes before I started to skip ahead to see what would happen next. I finally saw motion behind him, in the woods. The leaves had moved just slightly. I played the video and waited again. I saw a hand or…a paw or something move the leaves. I couldn’t see a face. The hand receded back into the woods. I could hear a sound. It was like a grunt or like a snort. It sounded almost pig like or a noise only an animal could make. The man in the video heard it too and a grin broke out across his face. He started to work his cock in his hand, pumping up and down at a fast pace. The grunt happened again, closer this time as if whatever was making the sound was behind the camera. The man looked up at the camera and moaned. It sounded more like a battle cry than a moan. There was a noise then that sounded like a bark. The man immediately stopped touching himself and looked down at the ground. Nothing happened for another ten minutes. I waited and waited but there was no more noises and the man was as still as a statue. I almost thought the video had frozen because of how still he was. Eventually though, whatever was standing behind the camera, whatever had been making those noises started walking towards the man. I don’t know what that thing was. I can’t tell you with any confidence or surety but I can tell you what I saw.

The thing was huge. I’m talking seven or eight feet tall kind of huge. Mother fucker was big too, at least a couple hundred pounds. I thought it was a bear at first with all the hair it had. It was covered head to toe in brown hair. The hair looked a little straggly. It seemed almost like a combination of human hair and fur. I guessed it must have been a furry suit someone created. Kinda weird, but again, nothing I haven’t seen before. The weird part is what happened next. The creature or the man in the furry suit or whatever the fuck that thing was mounted the guy on his hands and knees and started to fuck him. When I say it started to fuck him, I cannot emphasize this enough, it fucked him. I could have sworn there was something wrong with the file. The thing moved faster than any normal human could have. It continued for forty five minutes. I’m not kidding. I watched every single fucking second. I tried to see if there was some kind of loop happening but it wasn’t on a loop. It was real time happening for forty five minutes. Eventually the guy started to bleed basically everywhere. There was blood streaming down from his ass, blood was coming out of his eyes and nose. Halfway through, he wiped his face and saw the blood covering his hand. He didn’t seem worried or scared he fucking smiled. He took his bloodied hand and started masturbating with it. I was disgusted. I couldn’t watch another minute yet I watched the whole thing. Then I watched it again, and again. I had to make sure I was actually seeing what I was seeing.

When the creature was done fucking the guy it, I’m assuming from the insane growl it let out that it had come inside the man. The creature moved backwards to remove itself from the man’s ass and put its hands on the man’s waist. It flipped the guy onto his back and with one swipe it opened up the man’s midsection. His intestines spilled out of his body and the man screamed. He screamed and screamed. The creature grabbed the intestines and shoved it into the man’s mouth to muffle his screams. The man continued to scream through his own organs and tried to shake the creature off of him. But like I said, this thing was fucking huge, there was no way this man could buck it off. Eventually the man stopped screaming and he stopped fighting. He lay still and silent. The creature pulled the intestines out of the man’s mouth and put them in its own mouth and started to eat. It slurped it up like it was a plate of fucking spaghetti. When the creature was done it got up off the man and walked to the camera. I could finally see its face. It looked like the combination of a dog and a human. It picked up the camera and looked right into the lens. It growled one last time and the screen went black.

I don’t know what the fuck any of that was. I watched it over and over trying to decipher it but I couldn’t find any indication that it was a hoax. I started to do my own research. I felt like a fucking fool googling this shit. I looked up any creature I could think of and in my mind I’ve come to a conclusion. I think…that video is of big foot fucking a dude. I don’t know who sent it to me or how they got their hands on it but I can’t just fucking sit here and do nothing. This needs to be seen it needs to be researched. If anything, I need to know if it’s a fake so I can sleep better at night. I can’t be the only one who’s seen this.

I just heard someone open my front door. I think they’re coming for me. Please, I need you to watch this. I might not be alive anymore by the time you’ve finished watching and if you don’t hear from me send this to everyone you know. Reporters, bloggers, your friends, everyone needs to know the truth.

  10/24/2019

Colleen Burke

[thepermanentrainpress]

POST-MODERN CONNECTION – CREATIVITY IN UNCERTAIN TIMES

Like all good origin stories, Post-Modern Connection came to be following a chance encounter at a university party.

It’s the story they’re sticking with, because it’s what they’ve been told happened.

“It sounds plausible. I threw a lot of parties in my first year,” lead singer and guitarist Tega Ovie said with a laugh.

They’re pretty sure Georges Nasrallah was playing guitar at the party in question and that Ovie – a frequent at open mics at the time – asked him to fill in for a friend at an upcoming gig. They started writing together soon after, diverse musical and cultural backgrounds spinning into something thoughtful, warmly paced, and unexpectedly energetic.

That was four years ago now. The two have finished their post-secondary studies – Nasrallah in computer science and economics and Ovie in business. When I caught up with them on a Thursday evening, they’d gotten off their day jobs just a short time prior.

“I actually don’t mind my 9-to-5. I like stability, so it’s perfect for me,” shared Ovie. Not having to plan around midterms and group projects has allowed them to really ramp up band endeavours; they aim to finish their debut EP this year, and take it on tour in 2021.

Ovie pens most of the lyrics. Him and Nasrallah typically build the framework of their songs before bringing them to the rest of the band – Steven Lin (bass), Mitch Howanyk (violin/keys) and Cam Wilks (drums) – to flesh out even further.

“At our next practice, Mitch will add his violin… maybe change our minds and we’ll do an entirely different riff in that section,” Nasrallah said. “Cam adds his drum beats. I’ll write, like, a basic bassline, then Steven makes it a trillion times better because I’m definitely not a bassist.”

“In some bands, everyone can do what the others do just as well, and I think it’s nice that we can’t [do that],” Ovie said. “Georges is the best at playing guitar, I’m the best at singing, Mitch is the best at violin, Steven’s the best at bass, Cam’s the best at drums. It forces each person to bring their own personality to the table.”

“Drowning” – the group’s latest single – is a testament to that. There is such an ease to Ovie’s vocals, propped against swooning guitar lines and vocal chants. Think ’70s high school prom with a more synth-y, but mentally exhausting disposition.

The emotions of the song are tied to a series of hardships faced by Ovie, his family, and his home country of Nigeria. “Being in university made the whole thing come to the surface and blow up… kind of like what COVID-19 is doing to the rest of world now,” he analogized.

They filmed the music video in a commercial space behind Bright Jenny Coffee (formerly Canoe Coffee Roasters). Directed by Teaghan McGinnis, its Wes Anderson-esque, vintage tones pair well with his resourceful takes on the song’s themes.

Jade of Wolfette Styling coordinated the very cool set decor and outfits.

“We ordered the overalls on Amazon. They’re actually women’s overalls because they’re the only ones that would fit properly,�� Ovie said of the band’s matching tie-dye getup – which has already seen stage wear since.

They raised $1500 to produce the video via Kickstarter, and acknowledge the importance of community support for smaller artists like themselves.

“It’s nice to see. Music [streaming and album sales] do not pay the bills; shows are pretty much an artist’s main source of income for continuing to produce content,” explained Nasrallah.

And while these past few months have underlined the challenges of pursuing music full-time, it is still a conversation the group has, “at least once a month.”

“We do have goals with our music, but we’re also not going to say this is all we want to do,” Ovie said. The plan is to move to Vancouver in two to three years, once they’ve widened their fanbase enough to avoid starting from scratch in the western Canada hub.

Prior to Post-Modern Connection – PMC, for short – Ovie was in a couple high school choirs and Nasrallah a couple high school bands. Both learned the piano at a young age—not necessarily by choice, though Nasrallah admits having the theory background helped when he finally picked up the guitar.

“I hated it so much so I don’t remember anything,” Ovie laughed. “We had to do friggin’ Beethoven. I was like, why are we studying Beethoven in Nigeria? What is the point of this?”

Both moved to Kelowna without their immediate families, but are embracing the opportunity to pursue their own interests.

“My mom has always been like, this is your life – you need to be smart with it. I’m not gonna control it for you, but I’m gonna at least get you to a point where you can stand on your own two feet,” said Ovie.

Nasrallah listened to a lot of metal growing up. For Ovie, it was a mix of Afrobeat, rap, and Coldplay. Jazz chords are a staple of their sound, but they also trail into psychedelia and moody rock breakdowns. No two releases have sounded the same and the EP will be no different.

“We try to not make things boring,” said Nasrallah. “We want to start off by setting that expectation.”

Officially joining the band last October, Howanyk gives their sound a classical tilt that sets them apart from many of their indie soul counterparts. He shifts between violin and synths during their live set—the latter something they’d use often in the studio, but never live when they were a four-piece due to the challenges of juggling both it and their guitars.

They will be bringing in additional material on their laptops to further boost the live experience.

“I am super excited,” Ovie said. “It’s our next form.”

Unfortunately, the group had to postpone summer gigs as far east as Manitoba due to COVID-19. Neither Ovie or Nasrallah are particularly fond of Kelowna’s favourite outdoor pastime – hiking – but have been spending time reading fantasy novels, biking, and playing D&D.

They’ve also been using their platform to encourage discussion on Black Lives Matter and meaningful change in the music industry.

“I want to see more people of colour on the board of directors, more people of color labels… more community,” Ovie elaborated. “Blackout Tuesday and The Show Must Be Paused thing doesn’t help anybody. We can do better than this.”

On if they see social commentary becoming more prevalent in their own music, Ovie says he’ll continue to write from personal experience, without the pressures of a narrative.

“To be honest, I don't think I could do it artistically enough. But if my feelings are prevalently caused by what's going on [in the world], then that's probably what I'll write about.”

#PMCeats is a segment on their Instagram stories that started as a jab at each other’s cooking skills.

They’ve branched into rating restaurant food as well, but have no shame in denoting who has the laziest flavour profile in the band.

“Steven brought lentils and white rice to the [“Drowning” video] shoot,” said Ovie. “Unseasoned. I was like woah, what’s going on? Where’s the sauce?”

“Steven’s more of a critique rather than a cook,” Nasrallah added.

Segueing into our signature question [if you could be any ice cream flavour, which would you be and why?], Nasrallah went with Haagen-Dazs coffee because he loves coffee and it feels like part of his Lebanese heritage.

They think Mitch would be something sweet and sour, like lemon or salty caramel. Cam would be a calming flavour like vanilla.

“Steven would not be able to choose, because everything would be 8 out of 10,” joked Nasrallah.

“No, I feel like Steve is more on Cam’s wave… he’s very subtle, but there are a lot of undertones with Steve,” said Ovie. “So instead of just vanilla, strawberry vanilla.”

Ovie couldn’t decide on one flavour, but had some love for local establishments Parlour and Moo-lix—the latter in particular for their waffle cones.

Choosing a band name is a daunting task. When it was just Lin, Ovie and Nasrallah, they considered the Smooth Service (before a friend said it sounded like an escort service), and Triple A – ‘because there was an Arab, an Asian and an African in the band.’

Fortunately, neither name stuck, and when Ovie started thinking about postmodernism, parallels to their charismatic makeup were hard to ignore.

“The whole concept of postmodernism is to reject previous school of thought. To reject labeling, boundaries, and fitting into anything else. That’s kind of [our band] here in Kelowna. We don't fit into anything and that's what we want to keep, too.”

I wouldn’t expect anything less.

Written by: Natalie Hoy

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Naruto Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jiraiya/Tsunade (Naruto) Characters: Jiraiya (Naruto), Tsunade (Naruto), Orochimaru (Naruto) Additional Tags: Implied/Referenced Character Death, young sannin, Alcohol, A date that's not a date, Writer's Block Summary:

Jiraiya has recently returned from Ame, and he's scheduled a book deal with his publisher for his newly-titled Icha Icha series. A bout of writer's block has him stuck before a deadline, and he hopes that spending a night on the town will bring his creativity back. Tsunade does her best to help him write a better story, giving him a little more inspiration than she had planned.

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With a precise, deliberate move of his fingers, Orochimaru released a drop from the pipette onto a glass slide, which he slid underneath the microscope. He fiddled with the lenses to bring the sample into focus. “I’m busy,” he stated, looking away from the specimen long enough to scribble some notes in the book to his right. “I don’t have time.”

“Come on,” Jiraiya prompted. He held a jar in his hands, examining the human eye suspended in liquid. With a grimace, he set it back on the shelf, unsettled when he swore it looked at him. “You’ve been in here for days. Have you even eaten? You’ll die if you don’t eat.”

“That’s why I have Anko,” Orochimaru reminded his teammate. “Lab assistants do more than sanitize the workspace.” She hadn’t been working for him very long, but she showed significant promise. Regrettably, he had sent her home for the night without thinking to have her bring him dinner from a nearby restaurant. At least he had some food pills tucked away, somewhere.

“I need my wingman! It’s a Saturday night, I’m back, and we should celebrate.”

“I can’t stop in the middle of an experiment.” He knew he had told him this a hundred times before. “I can’t leave and come back to it later. The process will continue with or without me, and if I’m not here to record my findings, I’ll have to start from scratch.” He turned away from the microscope, sorting through various dyes he had organized on a nearby table. “Can’t you ask Tsunade?”

“What?” Jiraiya laughed. “You think she’d come out with me as my wingwoman? She’d scare any girls off! None of them would come near me if I was with her. Besides, she’d never agree to that.”

Orochimaru shook the bottle of blue dye between his fingers before carrying it back to his station. “You know as well as I do that she’d do just about anything if you pick up her bar tab.” He paused while he wrote something down. “I won’t be done here for at least another three hours. You’re welcome to stay, if you like, but you’ll have to be quiet, so I can focus.”

Jiraiya huffed exaggeratedly. Three hours wasn’t terrible. That would put them at midnight. They would still have a few hours to hit the town. Well, he might as well entertain himself. He walked to the far side of the room, where a large, cylindrical tank bubbled as oxygen enriched the water supply. It appeared empty, but he couldn’t be sure. He gave three sharp raps on the glass with the knuckle of his index finger.

“If you can’t keep yourself from touching the equipment, you need to leave,” Orochimaru hissed, eyes still focused through the lenses of the microscope.

“Alright, alright. I’ll keep my hands to myself.”

“You’re a terrible liar, and you’re a distraction. You need to go.”

“But-”

“Out.”

“You suck,” Jiraiya grumbled, crossing his arms as he walked to the door. “You know, you have to hang out with us sometime. You’re pale enough as-is. Get some sunlight, have a drink.”

“I will, when you manage not to interrupt my process.”

“Fuck your process,” Jiraiya grumbled.

“Out.” Orochimaru pointed at the door, lowering his hand only when he heard the door to his lab click shut.

Jiraiya exited the building and looked up, trying to guess the time. It was only about nine. He hadn’t heard from Tsunade, so she was either out gambling or at her apartment. It was a death sentence for his wallet if he found her in the gambling den, so he played it safe by deciding to check her residence first. With any luck, she’d be there, and willing to entertain him for a few hours. He’d had writer’s block for almost a week now, and he had to do something to get him writing again. He had three more chapters to write before his next deadline.

He didn’t have to think about where to go; his feet carried him through the familiar streets. God, it was good to be home. As much as he cared for those kids, it had been a long couple of years out there, alone. Well, not alone, but without anyone older than half his age. He’d missed the smell of Konoha, the people, and, most of all, the sun. He’d have killed for just one day of sunlight in Ame. He did his best to push Konan, Yahiko, and Nagato from his mind; the night he had planned for himself in no way involved children.

It involved alcohol, a good time, and, if he was lucky, some company.

He stopped in front of a familiar door and knocked three times in a rhythm. He waited for a minute before he knocked again, this time calling, “Princess! I know you’re there!” He didn’t, but it was worth a try all the same.

With no response, he began to knock on the door rapidly. She couldn’t stand when he did that. If she was home, he’d earn her ire, but she would inevitably open the door. As expected, Tsunade jerked the front door back, taking away his instrument. She was dressed in sweat pants and a tank top, and her hair was down. He looked up at her face, and she was angry. Oh, fuck, she was pissed.

“What do you want?” she snapped, crossing her arms below her chest.

He had to play his cards carefully. If he could make the right moves, maybe he could get out unharmed and convince her to join him. Starting the verbal dance, he began, “Can I come in? You’re not going to make me stand on your porch, are you?”

Her lips drew into a thin line as she looked up at him, studying his face. Apparently, he passed her test. She stepped back into her apartment, turning her back on him as she walked into the kitchen. Jiraiya let himself in and shut the door. So far, so good. He followed her, surprised to see her digging through her almost-empty cabinets.

“Everything I buy goes bad before I get to eat it,” she complained aloud. “I’m just going to stop buying food.” She tossed an unopened box into the trash for emphasis.

“You sound like Orochimaru.”

“You take that back.” She looked at him over her shoulder. “Why are you here?”

“I was hoping you’d want to get a drink with me. It’s a Saturday night, and it’s been years since we went out.”

“Whose fault is that?” Tsunade grumbled, flipping over a pack of noodles to check the expiration date. It joined the box in the trash. “I planned on finding dinner, watching a movie, and going to bed early before my shift at the hospital. Why should I go out with you?”

Jiraiya continued to watch her, smirking when he realized her predicament. How did he not figure it out sooner? “You lost all your money again,” he stated his conclusion.

She wheeled around and narrowed her eyes. “Don’t make fun of me,” she snapped, gesturing at him with an unopened granola bar.

He ran a hand over his face, doing his best not to laugh. “What am I going to do with you?” He shook his head and started to walk down the hallway.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she demanded, stalking after him. “Hey!” She threw the granola bar at his head, and he dodged the attack. “I’m talking to you.”

Jiraiya opened the door to her bedroom and began rifling through her dresser drawers. He tossed various articles of clothing at her, stating, “What I mean is that I’m taking you to dinner, Princess. You need to eat, and I need the company. Now get dressed.”

Tsunade looked down at the clothes in her arms, weighing her options. She had to set her pride against her stomach, and her stomach won. “Fine,” she relented. “Get out.”

“Do I have to?” As soon as the playful words left his mouth, he knew he’d gone a step too far. He slipped out the door before she could reprimand him, escaping her wrath. He walked back into the kitchen and took up the task of sorting through the cabinets, getting rid of almost everything. The woman was worse than he was. It was remarkable that neither of his teammates had died of starvation while he was gone.

“Let’s go,” Tsunade suggested as she reappeared, tying a ribbon around her hair to keep it in place. “Where are we going, exactly?” she added, realizing that she had no idea what she was getting herself into. The bribe of food took precedence over the rest at first.

“Where do you want to go?”

“Don’t do that to me.”

“Do what?”

“Offer to buy me dinner and then ask me to choose where we go.”

“Most women would be happy about that, you know.”

“What’s the catch?”

“No catch. Have a little faith in me, Princess.”

“You know this isn’t a date.”

“I know.”

She eyed him warily. He seemed genuine enough. “Sushi?”

“Yeah, I can do sushi.” He grinned down at her. It wasn’t their usual haunt, but the change of pace might be nice. He wouldn’t have much of a chance of meeting women at a sushi bar, but there was plenty of time for that as the night went on. “Shall we?” He offered her his arm dramatically. Used to his behavior, she swatted him lightly on the bicep before taking it, aware that he wouldn’t relent until she did.

The pair went in search of their late dinner, weaving through the crowded, main streets as they entered the middle of the village. Tsunade stopped in front of a restaurant, but Jiraiya’s hold on her arm took her with him, despite her protests.

“What’s wrong with you? We agreed on sushi!”

“If we’re going to have sushi, we’re going to have good sushi. You’re no fun when you’re sick, and I’m not taking that risk.”

“Jiraiya!”

“Indulge me.”

She bristled, but she did as she was told. They walked down several more streets before Jiraiya found what he was looking for. They entered the small restaurant and seated themselves at the bar, needing no time to decide what they wanted.

“I’ll take the tuna,” Jiraiya ordered.

“The squid, and a bottle of sake.” Tsunade smiled at their chef.

Holding up two fingers, Jiraiya corrected, “Two.”

Tsunade filled her saucer and took a sip before speaking. “I know you didn’t come to my apartment to buy me a pity dinner. What’s really going on?”

“I wanted to see if you had plans, and if you wanted to go to the bar. The whole food thing was secondary, but I’m glad I stopped by. I had to throw almost everything out.” He frowned, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. “How’d you lose it this time?”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” she mumbled.

“Princess…”

She sighed. “I was winning. Really! But, you know, I got cocky…”

Jiraiya bit back a chuckle by finishing his saucer, enjoying the burn down his throat as he filled it again. “And the fact that you were winning didn’t tip you off?”

“Hey, I can win every now and again.”

“Really?” He snorted in amusement.

She broke apart her chopsticks and snapped them near his nose.

The chef placed their plates in front of them before turning back to his work, preparing the next orders for the other guests. Tsunade picked up a piece and put it in her mouth. “Mmm.” It had been so long since she’d last had a satisfying meal like this.

“Good, right?” Jiraiya asked with a grin. “And you wanted to go to that chain restaurant.”

“Alright, I was wrong. I admit it.” She waved her hand dismissively before drinking more of her sake. “Now, be honest with me. You’re spoiling me, and I want to know why. I already told you that this isn’t a date.”

He shrugged, more than willing to admit the truth. “I missed you. I missed this. Is that so bad?”

She was flattered, although she refused to show it. All she allowed herself to say was, “It’s good to have you back.”

He grinned. “You missed me.”

She scoffed. “Right. Whatever you need to tell yourself.”

He lifted his saucer to his lips and took a drink. “Yeah, you definitely missed me.”

They both knew he wasn’t wrong. Trying to change the subject, Tsunade asked, “So, those kids. How did that go?”

Jiraiya thought back on the last few years of his life, summarizing, “It was interesting, to say the least. Not what I thought I was signing up for. They’re good kids, though. I’m sure they’ll do fine on their own, now.”

“Orochimaru and I thought you were out of your mind.”

He clicked his tongue. “Yeah, well, there were a couple of times you wouldn’t’ve been wrong.” He shook his head. “But I don’t want to talk about Ame. Tell me what’s been going on here.”

“Not much, to be honest. Oro’s spending all his time in the lab. He’s taken on an apprentice, you know. Weird little girl…” Tsunade shrugged. “It’s just been more of the same. Shifts at the hospital, missions, that sort of thing. Sensei’s kid just made chunnin.”

“Good for him.” Jiraiya upended the last of his sake into his saucer. “And what about you?”

“What about me?”

“Anything I need to be updated on?”

“I’m not half as interesting as you think I am,” she complained. “Trust me, there’s nothing exciting happening in my life other than my shifts in intensive care.”

“I found a publisher,” Jiraiya informed her. “My book, the one I wrote in Ame, is going to come out sometime next year. They’ve already slotted me for a second one.”

“A sequel?”

“Not exactly. I pitched a new series, and they bought it right away. But, now, I have to work on a schedule. I’m really bad at that; I need three more chapters by next week, and I’ve been stuck for days.”

“Can I help?”

Surprised by her offer, Jiraiya had to gather his thoughts before telling her, “Not really. I just need to get creative again. I sit down to write, and, just… nothing.”

“Come on, what inspires you? What makes you want to write? What helped you write in Ame?”

“The first book was completely different. I had all the material I needed, and the kids kept me so busy that when I sat down to write, it just worked. But the new series…” He drew random shapes in the air with his chopsticks as he tried to think. “It’s not the same. I can’t rely as much on personal experience. It needs a little more… finesse.”

“That’s how I’m going to pay you back for dinner,” Tsunade decided. “Let’s pay and get out of here. I’m going to make you write those chapters if it kills us.”

Jiraiya didn’t argue; having someone make him sit down and write, to keep him focused, was probably what he needed. He threw some bills on the counter to cover their tab, leaving the change for the chef. As they stepped out into the night, he asked, “Just go easy on me, okay? It’s not as easy as it looks.”

“Trust me, I know. I can’t write to save my life, and that’s just counting memos and letters. You and your books… not even close to my wheelhouse.” Tsunade smiled at him, and he soaked in her compliment. He didn’t get very many. “I can provide sake, some company, and maybe a little motivation.”

“That’s more than I could ask.” He hadn’t had someone sit in on his writing process before. The material of his book was, say, sensitive, but if there was anyone he could trust to give him honest feedback, it was Tsunade. She might crack a few jokes, but she wouldn’t change her opinion of him just because he was trying to write a romance novel.

He flicked on the lights to her apartment, and she opened the cabinet above the refrigerator, bringing down a bottle of sake. He snorted, quipping “At least alcohol takes a while to go out of date.”

“I could just not give you any.” She narrowed her brown eyes, like she was staring through his soul.

“I’m sorry.”

“Mm-hm.” She grabbed two glasses and walked into the living room, throwing herself down on the couch. She uncapped the bottle and handed Jiraiya his glass when he sat down on the opposite end. “So, let’s hear it. What do you have at this point? Where are you stuck?”

He pulled a notebook out of his pocket, hesitating before he opened it. “You have to swear that you won’t tell anyone. Not Oro, not sensei.”

Tsunade put her hand over her heart. “I swear. Now tell me!”

“Don’t laugh, okay? I pitched it as a romance series. You know, guy-gets-the-girl. But it’s from the guy’s point of view, you know? Something different that isn’t really done in the genre.”

“I like that,” Tsunade told him, her voice genuine. His ability to think of these things was what made her believe he had a career in writing. Those little nuances could make or break a book. She would have never thought of something so simple, but revolutionary. “That makes it different.”

“Exactly. But I can’t let that alienate the audience. Guys aren’t my only demographic, here. At least, I don’t want them to be. So, that’s where things have gotten a little tricky. Let me think of how to put this… I need the guy to go after this hard-to-get girl without looking like a total asshole.”

“So, don’t make him an asshole.”

“See, you say that like it’s easy. But us guys, if we like a girl, and she isn’t interested, we look creepy if we keep trying. There’s no sweep-you-of-your-feet moment for us; we have to do the sweeping. So, it can be really hit or miss.”

“Well, does she like him?”

“He doesn’t know yet.”

“Okay, but you should. You’re the author. You need to know what you’re working with here. Is she interested? Is she annoyed by him? And do you want him to grow on her? You have to get inside her head.”

Jiraiya tapped his pen against the notebook. How had he not thought of that? “She gets annoyed sometimes, and that’s genuine, because he can be a little forward. But, other times, she thinks it’s endearing. I think that’s what keeps him guessing? He can’t figure out the pattern. What do you think?”

Tsunade tucked her feet underneath her and turned to sit sideways on the couch, facing him. “Well, that’s not much to go on, but if I had to guess, I’d say she likes him. I don’t know that she loves him, at least not yet, because it’s early in the book. But if a woman does that, it’s usually a sign that she’s into someone. Maybe he’s someone she doesn’t want to like, or thinks is relationship material?”

“So, you’re saying that she might be into the main character, but either doesn’t know it or doesn’t want to admit it?”

“Yeah.”

“Hmm.” He wrote down several lines in the notebook as he took this in. “I think I’ll go with doesn’t know it, and then move on to doesn’t want to admit it.”

“Sounds about right. So, here’s the big question: does he get her?”

“I don’t know.” He faltered. “I hadn’t decided.”

“No wonder you’re stuck!” She threw a decorative pillow at him, which he caught before it hit his face. “Idiot. You can’t write a book if you don’t know how it’ll end or what your characters are thinking!”

“Okay, okay!” Jiraiya drained his glass and held it out for her to refill. “I get it. I jumped in too quickly.”

“You can work with this, though. You could have your character trying to figure out what you’re asking me. Does she like him? Why does she get annoyed? You know, that type of thing.”

“That could add to the conflict. I was thinking about having her be in love with another man.”

She reached out and smacked him on the chest. “Don’t you dare pull that cliché shit. A woman can be uninterested if she’s single. If you have him win her away from another man, I will personally take your book and put it where the sun doesn’t shine.” There was a bit of fear in his eyes. Good. Fear was healthy. “We’re not all fragile creatures. Sure, she could have had her heart broken, or pine after someone else, but there are plenty of reasons a woman might not want to be with a man.”

“Like?” he asked, genuinely trying to get answers.

“She’s trying to figure herself out. She doesn’t want to be tied down. She’s not looking for a relationship. She lost someone. She doesn’t trust people.” Tsunade ticked off each point on her fingers, listing just a few. “But,” she raised her index finger, “that doesn’t mean that she isn’t interested in something simple. She could be looking for friendship, or even just sex. It doesn’t have to be complicated. Women aren’t as hard to figure out as you think, if you know what to look for.”

Jiraiya’s pen scratched across the paper, writing down everything she said. She was incredibly helpful, and he thought that she might have pulled him out of the rut he was in. “Give me a second,” he told her, flipping the page and continuing to write. She moved to the middle of the couch so that she could look to see what he was writing down.

“I can’t read your handwriting,” she complained, her brow furrowing.

“You don’t need to. This isn’t even a rough draft at this point.”

“So? Read it to me.”

“Keep it in your pants,” he grumbled, continuing to write so that he didn’t lose the words. He’d filled another two pages before he stopped, a smile on his face. Maybe his block was finally gone. “Okay, tell me how this sounds:

He placed a hand on her hip and cradled the back of her head with the other. With a strong pull, she fell against him, and he captured her lips in a passionate kiss. Despite her protests, he held her there until she melted into the sensation.”

“That sounds like a terrific way to get your ass kicked.”

“What?”

“That has to be the first time he kisses her, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Any woman in her right mind would slap him and walk off. It doesn’t matter if they’ve been flirting, or if there’s tension. Unless she’s drunk off her ass, which it doesn’t sound like she is, there’s no way she’d let him get away with that.”

“Okay, Miss Expert. What would you have him do?”

“He’s got to come in slowly. Just… here, let me show you. So, he should take his hand like this,” she took Jiraiya’s hand, movements mimicking her words, “and put it against her cheek. He could brush her hair back or stroke her cheek, something to get some contact going. Now, if she likes it, she’s going to smile or lean into it. Make her seem relaxed. If she’s fighting, she doesn’t want it, and that’s not somewhere you want to go.” She waited for him to nod in understanding. “Good. Now, what he does here can vary, but you can keep his hand on her hip if you want. I’d say he should move it to her lower back. See? Flat palm, enough to guide, but without physically grabbing her. You don’t want to make her feel trapped.”

His mouth felt dry as he looked straight at her, his brain doing its best to function in the current situation. His hands were on her. It wasn’t like he’d never touched her before; they’d sparred, and they’d leaned on one another after many a night with too much to drink. But this was different. Even if it was a demonstration, she’d put his hands on her. She was letting him. He didn’t realize she was speaking to him until she shouted.

“Jiraiya!”

“Huh?”

“I’m trying to help you, here. The least you could do is listen.”

“Right. Yeah. Okay.”

“Like I was saying, if he wants to pull her to him, have him apply a bit of pressure to her lower back. Draw her in, don’t pull her. Go on.”

He followed her prompting, subconsciously holding his breath when she was pressed against him. Sitting on the couch, their height difference wasn’t as pronounced. He was only a few inches above her.

“See the difference? There’s nothing wrong with getting a little rough, but that’s a big no for the first kiss. If he wants to get another chance at it, he needs to come in with a peck, linger for just a second, and then kiss her again. No tongue unless she starts it.” She grabbed his notebook and pen off the arm of the couch, moving her face from his hand so that she could write. “Let me put this down for you so that you don’t forget. I’ll be pissed if I read it and you use that shitty line in the final copy.”

“You want to read my book?” He didn’t conceal his surprise.

“Yeah? Why wouldn’t I?” She snapped the notebook shut. “You’re talented, and you know it.”

“I’m just surprised that you’d be interested in a romance novel written by me, of all people.”

“If you keep coming up with crap like this, I’ll make you add me on as a co-author. You’re going to need my help to write this book. Of course, I want to read it when it’s done.”

He crinkled his nose. “I guess I’m not as smooth as I thought.”

Tsunade did her best to fight back her laughter, but she failed. He was insulted, yet she couldn’t stop. She waved her hand, excusing herself before wiping the tears forming in the corners of her eyes. She downed the rest of her glass to compose herself. “No, no, you’re not.”

“Don’t make fun of me,” he protested. “I’ll have you know, I have no trouble getting women.”

“You ‘get’ women because you’re hot and you buy them alcohol until they stop listening to you.” She snorted as she raised her glass to her lips. “Trust me, you don’t exactly have a silver tongue.”

“You think I’m hot.”

“Hm?”

“You just told me I’m hot.” He grinned widely at her, and she rolled her eyes.

“Please. It’s an objective observation. Don’t let it go to your head. I could have said the same thing about Oro.”

“Nah. See, Oro’s pretty; remember, we agreed on that word for him before I left. But you just said I’m hot. There’s a big difference.”

“Just take the compliment, Jiraiya.”

“Oh, I am. See, I know I’m hot. It’s just a fact. But you said it.” He poked her playfully in the shoulder, laughing at the annoyance on her face.

“You know what? This is your problem. You push. You just can’t leave well enough alone, can you?”

He leaned back and picked up his glass. “Some people would call that settling.”

She shook the empty bottle from side to side, frowning to herself. She peeled herself off the couch and sauntered back into the kitchen, where she threw the bottle into the trash. On her toes, she reached into the cabinet above the refrigerator, groping where she couldn’t see. “Little help here?” she asked over her shoulder.

Jiraiya remained seated, watching her with a quirked eyebrow. “Only if you admit it.”

“Fuck you,” she grumbled, turning back to the task at hand. She improvised by climbing up onto her countertop, clinging to the top of the cupboard for balance. The way she had to contort her arm was far from comfortable, but she succeeded in reaching the bottle at the back of the cabinet. In victory, she withdrew it, moving a little too quickly for her inebriated state to pace. She slipped, but she fell for less than a second before she was steadied.

“Easy there, Princess.” Jiraiya lifted her off the counter and set her back on the ground with infuriating ease. “I think you’ve had enough.” He took the bottle from her hand and sat it on top of the fridge.

“I’m not drunk.” She crossed her arms.

“I know. Believe me. But that doesn’t mean I should enable you.” He placed a hand on her shoulder and maneuvered her back into the living room. “I can’t have my writing partner wasted. We still have two more chapters to get through. You promised, remember?”

“Why did I do that?” she asked herself ruefully.

“Doesn’t matter; you’re locked in, now.” He sat back down on the couch and patted the cushion beside him.

“Fine, but I’m laying down.” She stretched across the sofa, her knees hanging over the arm and her head against Jiraiya’s thigh. By the way he looked down at her, she knew he was amused, but she couldn’t care less. “So, you have the guy kiss the girl. Then what?”

He settled back against the cushion, draping his arms over the back of the couch as he thought. Absentmindedly, his fingers traced lazy circles and swirls on her thigh, just above her knee; it surprised her that she didn’t swat him away. His chin was tilted up as he looked at the ceiling. “I guess he’ll figure out that he needs to be patient to win her over. She’ll probably keep rejecting him, but he’ll keep trying.”

“That isn’t romantic. Are you sure you’re writing for the right genre?”

He grinned down at her. “You see, that’s where you’re wrong. I’m writing realistic romance. That dime-store crap old ladies read has nothing on my work. That’s all fantasy. I want mine to be life. The ups and the downs, with everything in between. It’s never that easy. People fight, they get jealous, they get rejected. But, they keep trying. That’s what I’m going for.”

She nodded thoughtfully. It may have been the alcohol talking, but she agreed, “I see what you mean. Well, if you want to talk about a fucked-up love life, you don’t have to look further than our team.” Her laugh was bitter.

“What’s Orochimaru been up to that I don’t know about?” he asked, more than a little concerned by the thought. “Oh, my god, Tsunade. Please tell me that you and Oro didn’t…”

“No!” She reached up and put a hand on his forehead, forcing his head back up. “Pervert.”

“I had to ask.”

“No, you really didn’t. God. He’s like my brother.” She shuddered at the thought. Orochimaru was dear to her, and she loved him, but she certainly wasn’t in love with him. He was a friend, a reassuring presence, and a shoulder to lean on. “And if you want to know what he’s been up to, ask him, not me. You know how private he is. I have to respect that.”

“Now I’m really curious.”

“Too bad.”

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

“Anything I missed while I was away?” he asked. “No new beaus I have to fight off?”

With a glint in her eye, Tsunade sat up and turned to face him. “You heard that the feudal lord died, right?  Well, his son thinks he wants to marry me.”

“His son?”

“Yeah. Something about my Senju blood, and all that crap. But, you have to see this. Hold on a sec.” She jumped up and rushed down the hall, returning a moment later with a cardboard box, a square foot large. “He,” she said as she sat back down, crossing one leg beneath her, “has been sending me useless little trinkets for ages, now. I kept sending them back, but he’d return them. I pawn most of it.” She laughed, taking delight in how her admirer was unknowingly funding her gambling habit. “But, but, he sends these little haikus with them. I was saving them so you could look at them when you got back.” With glee, she handed Jiraiya a folded piece of paper.

He smoothed the paper out and read aloud:

“Tsunade Senju Won’t you please accept my love And this sake set?”

Jiraiya cackled, but Tsunade waved her hand to silence him as she read off another piece of paper.

“I have seen your face Only in a photograph You have nice cheekbones.”

“You’re fucking with me.” He took the piece of paper from her and read it himself. “He’s gotta be on something. I mean, he has to know how bad this is, right? No one’s that self-absorbed.”

“Oh, but he is. I have a year and a half’s worth of these things. And you want to know the best part? I’ve never replied. Not once. But these things just keep coming in the mail!”

He gave a low whistle. “Damn. He has it bad.”

“Thank you! God, no one else thinks it’s funny. Sensei wants me to write him and tell him one way or the other. Oro just doesn’t care. A year and a half of these things, and I finally get to laugh with you about it!”

“So, I take it you’re not interested.”

She snorted. “I’d rather die than be a politician’s wife. Hell, I don’t think I want to be anyone’s wife. Not for a long while, anyway. Sure as hell not to someone I don’t even know. It’s a stupid construct, anyway.”

Jiraiya bit his tongue before he reminded her that she didn’t always feel that way. Bringing up Dan was probably the worst thing he could do. Instead, he added his own opinion. “I think it might be nice in, what, twenty years? You know, when I’m retired, and all this bullshit is behind me. No war, no missions, just me and my books. When I’m not just living day by day. By then, I should have enough from my royalties to get myself a nice place, maybe with a view. Enjoy myself. Maybe then, I’ll settle down. But, for right now, we don’t get to be that lucky. We’re ninja.”

“Exactly,” Tsunade agreed.

“You know what? What do you say if, in twenty years, we’re both alive and very much alone, we tie the knot and get the hell out of here. Just say ‘fuck it’ and find somewhere away from this village and all this ninja bullshit.”

“Only if you’re rich enough to support my drinking and gambling.”

“Princess, no one could ever have that much money.” He deserved the punch he received on the arm. “Come on, yes or no?”

“I don’t know. What if you get old and ugly? Or if there’s no spark? I don’t want to promise you something I don’t want to keep.”

“Okay, first of all, I will never be ugly, and the fact that you would even think so is insulting. As for our compatibility, I think we’ve got that covered.”

“Making out in a cave eight years ago doesn’t count. We were in a war; nothing counts when you’re fighting a war.”

“Fair enough,” he had to admit. She was right, and he knew it. Even when he was eighteen, he knew that they’d pretend it never happened. It was one of the biggest disappointments of his life. “Damned shame, too.”

“What do you mean?”

“It not counting. I was using all my best moves, too. I mean, looking back, they weren’t great, but it was what I had.” He grinned at the thought. “You punched me in the jaw because I grabbed your ass. It was worth it.”

“I forgot about that…”

“Well, I sure as hell didn’t!” He laughed.

It was completely on impulse that she caught him by the collar and pulled him down, silencing him when she pressed her lips against his. She tried to keep him there, but he pulled back, looking down at her in confusion. “Whoa, there,” he stammered, eyes wide. His hands loosened hers from his collar and moved them away. “Tsunade, look at me. How many fingers am I holding up?”

“Two, jackass,” she snapped. “I’m not drunk. I’m lucid. If you want to be a prick about it-” The rest of her sentence died when he leaned back in, closing what little distance remained. She fought not to laugh when he placed his hand on her lower back; at least he learned quickly. When she deepened the kiss, she realized that this was the first time she’d allowed anyone to get close to her in this way since Dan. The thought didn’t bring heartache with it this time, which was a pleasant twist, but one that still stung.

But this was Jiraiya, for god’s sake. It wasn’t like she was replacing Dan. She hadn’t moved on, so she refused to feel guilty for her actions. This wasn’t about Dan, or filling the void he left. There was already a place for Jiraiya in her heart when Dan worked his way in; she didn’t have to reduce his space to make room. They had no secrets from one another. He knew that Jiraiya loved her, about the incident in the cave, about everything. But he was never jealous; he wasn’t that type of man.

When she knotted her fingers in Jiraiya’s hair, when he fell with her, on top of her, to lie on the couch, it was entirely different. What she had with Dan was light, almost spiritual. He was her one. Sometimes, she wondered if he even belonged on earth. He was the high she didn’t want to lose.

With Jiraiya, it felt more like she was sinking, being pulled down to a rock bottom she didn’t want to climb out of. He knew her deeply, intimately, so much so that she couldn’t wear her mask. He knew every scar and every mark because he’d witnessed them form.

She realized she hadn’t been breathing when she broke away, gasping for air. His lips grazed down the side of her neck, and she shifted beneath him. Immediately, he lifted himself up by placing his hands on either side of her head. He searched her face for any negative expression as he asked, “Too far?”

“No.”

“If you’re uncomfortable, all you have to do is tell me. I get it.”

“Stop being a good guy and get back down here.”

“Because if this has something to do with Dan, I don’t want you to do anything you might regret. I don’t want to be that guy.”

She groaned and ran a hand over her face. He’d taken the moment out back and killed it, so she might as well clarify. “No, this has nothing to do with Dan. I’m not repressing or escaping. I would have broken down by now if I was. Now, stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like I’m going to break. I’m not. You can either accept that this is a completely lucid, consensual situation, or don’t, but you need to decide.”

“I need you to swear it to me. That this isn’t going to hurt you, or us.”

She wished she could take away the look in his eyes. He was being cautious, and she couldn’t blame him. When he’d left, she’d been far from okay. She placed her hands on his cheeks and pulled his head down, resting his forehead against her own. “I swear.”

Satisfied with her answer, he kissed her with fervor, holding himself up with one forearm, leaving the other free to roam down her side. She threw her arms around his neck to keep him close. Calloused fingertips brushed beneath her shirt, against her abdomen, and her hips bucked involuntarily in response. She could feel his self-satisfied smirk and bit his lower lip in retaliation. Her fingers worked against the knot in his belt, trying to loosen the fabric. Of course, he couldn’t just tie a simple knot. She should have known better.

“Why are you such a pain in the ass?” she murmured against his lips, trying to focus. She grinned at her victory when she finally released the strings of fabric. Her hands pushed his jacket off his shoulders, and he moved his hand away to reach over his back, grabbing the hem and pulling the article up and off his body, shifting his weight to free his other arm.

“There’s no way we can stay on this couch,” he complained as he tossed his jacket to the floor. “It might work for you, but I’m going to fall off.”

“Then get up,” she prompted, pushing against his shoulders. He stood up, and she followed suit, walking off down the hallway. For a moment, he stood in place, dumbfounded and confused. “Are you coming?” she called, tossing something down the hallway. He bent over and picked it up, realizing with a start that it was her shirt.

It took his body a moment to catch up with his mind. It was only when she said his name that he jumped into action.

“Jiraiya?”

Nearly tripping over his own feet, he stumbled down the hall, clumsily pulling his own shirt over his head as he went. He bumped against the wall hard enough that he’d probably end up with a bruise, but at least he knew he wasn’t dreaming. It had taken six years to get her to kiss him, and another six to get this far. He’d rather die than miss this chance, and, hopefully, he wouldn’t have to wait six more years before he could have her to himself again. In fact, he would make sure that it wouldn’t be that long.

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Gamescom 2015: Microsoft Conference - Cosmos Video Gaming

Published on Tuesday, August 4, 2015 Entering into Gamescom, Xbox fans wondered how Microsoft would follow up their great display at E3 2015. A few notable games were missing out on from Microsoft's E3-- Scalebound, Crackdown and Quantum Break-- so Xbox head Phil Spencer quickly confirmed they 'd exist, however what about the rest of their line up? Clearly we 'd get some more footage of Halo 5: Guardians and Increase of the Tomb Raider, however what would fill the staying time? Equipments of War!.?. !? Surprise statements? Well, we type of got a little both. Phil Spencer has been preaching exclusives and Xbox showcased a lot of very first and 3rd party exclusives.

Quantum Break:

Phil Spencer quickly started the show with a nod to Rare Replay-- which releases today-- but very little was shown. Following that, we got our first huge look of a game-- Remedy Games' Quantum Break. Quantum Break is an extremely ambitious game that will also have a TV tie-in. As star of both the game and TELEVISION, actor Shawn Ashmore (of X-Men fame) reveals that the video game will focus on the heroes and the TV program will focus more on the villains. Not an incredible quantity is understood about the TELEVISION show yet (aside from a little snippet) but the video game will (FINALLY!) launch on April 5, 2016. The TELEVISION show is set to feature a cast of great stars consisting of Shawn Ashmore, Lance Reddick, Dominic Monaghan and Aiden Gillen.

Crackdown:

I was never a huge fan of the initial Crackdowns, and mainly purchased Crackdown 2 for the access into the Halo 3 beta, however the reboot (or Crackdown 3, as they described it throughout the presentation) looks surpringly enjoyable and offered its ecological destructibility, I'll absolutely be paying closer attention to it when it releases in 2016.

Scalebound:

Like Crackdown, we had not seen much from Platinum Games' Scalebound prior to today, aside from a CGI statement trailer at E3 2014. Today we had actually get our very first dosage of real gameplay and the game looks insanely fun. It's not as severe as it when appeared and just appears like a fun time. Platinum Games also announced that it would have 4 gamer co-op. It wasn't pointed out (or if it was, I missed it )whether the whole video game was co-op or just particular areas( like the huge manager in the trailer )but I can't wait to play this with my friends if that's the case. Scalebound will release specifically on Xbox One Vacation 2016.

DVR Performance, Chat pad and backwards compatibility:

After coming out swinging with the 3 exclusives, Microsoft took a fast minute to speak about some brand-new functions coming to Xbox One in the next year. First, we were treated to the news of new DVR performance, which will introduce in 2016 and will be complimentary for everybody. "record free-to-air TELEVISION, schedule recordings and take it on the go," said Mike Ybarra, director of program management for Xbox. Not a significant quantity of detail was given, however this might give individuals much more reward to cut the chord when it concerns their cable box.

They also announced a new chat pad peripheral that plugs into the controller for quick messaging and typing. Pretty uncomplicated. No prices or release date details as of writing this, however Microsoft states pre-orders start today.

Lastly, to touch on the bombshell announcement from their E3 2015 conference, Microsoft continues to broaden the games concerning their in reverse compatibility program this fall. They revealed that all future Games with Gold video games will be in reverse suitable, so you'll genuinely get 4 games monthly on your Xbox One console. While all first party video games will obviously be part of the program, they unveiled a huge list of 3rd party publishers who are going to be on board come November, when the service launches. The List they showed throughout the conferences reveals off:

Bandai Namco Bethesda Capcom Codemasters Deep Silver Disney Electronic Arts Koei Tecmo Majesco Sega Square Enix Ubisoft Warner Bros Interactive 2K

Many new games will include free copies of their predecessors, consisting of a complimentary copy of Fallout 3 with a new copy of Fallout 4 and free copies of Gears of War 2, Gears of War 3, and Gears of War: Judgement when you buy a copy of the upcoming Gears of War: Ultimate Edition remaster. The service will release in November.

Killer Impulse:

The third season of Killer Instinct will release in March 2016 and will include Battletoad Rash if you have actually purchased Unusual Replay.

Bloodstained: Routine of the Night:

Bloodstained: Ritual of the Night will have complete cross-play on Xbox One and Windows 10.

Cities: Horizons and Train Simulator:

Both video games are coming to console first on Xbox One... at some point in the next year.

Worms W.M.D:

A teaser trailer is revealed and that has to do with it. I played it for some time when it was totally free with Games with Gold and I'll gladly play the new one if it's anywhere near as enjoyable.

Ark: Survival Evolved:

Ark: Survival Evolved will be coming to Xbox Sneak Peek Program this winter season! I've been excited for this game since the first trailer was release and I can't wait to lastly try it out and see if it's as fun as it looks. TIME TO HUNT SOME DINOSAURS!

Dark Souls III:

Dark Souls III gets its official gameplay expose. Will launch in 2016.

ID@XBox Montage:

Like news of Halo and Gears, it's basically a guarantee that at every big Microsoft conference, they'll put in the time to showcase video games in their ID@Xbox program.

Thimbleweed Park:

"Thimbleweed Park is a classic point & & click adventure from the creators of Maniac Mansion and Monkey Island that takes you on a classic journey to a strange town lost at the end of a dirty stretch of highway. Switch between 5 playable characters while uncovering the dark, satirical and bizarre world of Thimbleweed Park, a town where everybody seems to be concealing something and a dead body is the least of their issues."

Cobalt:

"Shoot, roll, punch, and leap your method to slow-motion success in Cobalt-- a couch multiplayer and action platformer from Oxeye Video Game Studio. Control in regional or online multiplayer projects, or co-op your way through Cobalt's story video game mode as a cyborg sent to discover the mystical disappearance of a human colony on an alien planet.

With over 30 multiplayer maps, 6 different gameplay modes, three dozen types of weapons and distinct gameplay elements such as auto-slow-motion and rolling, Cobalt offers limitless discovery and home entertainment. Oh, and ridable huge area hamsters.

Cobalt is available exclusively for console gamers on Xbox One and Xbox 360 As on PC. Cobalt is rolling into the Xbox Store in October, 2015."

We Pleased Couple of:

"We Delighted Couple of is the tale of an adventurous lot of moderately awful people attempting to escape from a lifetime of pleasant rejection. Embed in a drug-fuelled, retro-futuristic city in an alternative 1960s England, you'll have to blend in with its other inhabitants, who do not take kindly to people who do not follow their not-so-normal guidelines."

Just Cause 3/Rainbow Six: Siege Gameplay Montages:

We got quick gameplay montages from Simply Cause 3 and Rainbow Six: Siege.

Homefront: The Revolution:

After going through numerous, lots of developmental issues including studio closures and residential or commercial property acquisitions, the future of a once-bright open world follow up appeared doomed. The good news is, Deep Silver took control of the job and has actually seemingly gotten the ambitious follow up back on track. While we 'd seen bits of gameplay in the past, it's been over a year and the graphics do seem pretty dated. That said, I like what I'm seeing so far despite visual downgrades. I'm still enthusiastic that the game meets expectations. While we only got a look of some more single gamer, Deep Silver did announce a co-op mode. Homefront: The Transformation will have an exclusive multiplayer beta this fall on Xbox One.

FIFA 16:

With a heavy focus on content exlcuisivty-- the legends mode-- Xbox also announced 2 Xbox One packages consisting of FIFA 16, EA Gain access to memberships (one month and one year subscriptions, depending upon bundle) and a 1 TB hard disk.

Halo 5: Guardians:

One of the years most expected releases (and the most ecstatic I have actually been for a Halo video game considering that Halo: Reach), Halo 5: Guardians is forming up to be among the years most significant and finest video games. The video game got a dosage of single gamer protection at E3 2015, but Gamescom focused more on what most of individuals will play-- the multiplayer. More particularly, the deeply competitive arena mode which includes a well balanced playlist of slayer and goal based video game modes (Capture the Flag was revealed) in paced 4v4 battle. Halo 5: Guardians launches October 27, 2015.

You have actually likewise got the sick Halo 5: Guardians custom console and separate (however similarly as hot) custom-made controller too.

Forza Motorsport 6:

Forza is truly the only racing game worth playing. Both graphically, and gameplay, nothing touches Forza and Forza 6 appears to raise the bar even higher with elemental affects such as rain making a huge influence on your racing abilities.

Rise of the Burial Place Raider:

After dropping the bombshell at E3 2014 that Rise of the Burial Place Raider would be a Microsoft timed special(later announced that PC would get the game early next year and PlayStation gamers won't get it for a complete year), we saw a great gameplay clip from E3 2015 and now Crystal Characteristics hits the phase to display some of the video games signature guerrilla battle. For half the demonstration, the gamer decided for the stealth side of fight, selecting off opponents one by one from the shadows and at the end displayed improvised bombs and full out warfare. Both designs of play through look appealing and satisfying, though I'll take pleasure in playing more stealth. I imply, there's simply something fun about slipping up behind someone and after that stabbing them in the neck, right? Rise of the Tomb Raider launches on Xbox One November 10, 2015. (Note: Trailer quality isn't the very best for either of these next two trailers)

Halo Wars 2:

When Phil spencer finished his closing statements and handed the reigns back to Bonnie Ross of 343 Industries to announce something new, I kept hurrying through possibilities in my head. Halo 6 already? Halo: Reach remastered? A brand-new TV show? Practically everything entered your mind other thana follow up to 2009's real time strategy video game Halo Wars. While I've never ever been a big fan of RTS games, I was truly engulfed in Halo Wars when I played it. The battle was available for noobs like myself and the cut scenes and story produced by Ensemble Studios are a few of the very best the franchise has actually seen (and still hold up 6 years later). The game has a bit of a cult following that's desired a sequel, however it never looked like it was going to happen ... till now. Not a ton of info has been released, however we will see the game in 2016 (probably in November).

Final thoughts:

With Sony choosing to save their conference for Paris next week, this was a chance for Microsoft to actually construct on the momentum they started at E3 2014 and larger strides at E3 2015. They invested their entire conference (conserve forfive minutes) talking about video games, and most significantly exclusive video games and material and genuinely lived up to their stance that this is the finest year line up in Xbox history. It was terrific to see some more from Crackdown, Scalebound and Quantum Break while also seeing Rise of the Burial Place Raider, Halo 5: Guardians and Forza. If you're an Xbox fan, it's a good time for you. While I've got games coming out for all consoles this fall, my Xbox line up is going to be specifically meaty and I couldn't be better about that after an uninspired launch year in 2013. 2014 started the wheels churning and 2015 and 2016 look like banner years for the business. The about-face that Phil Spencer has been able to make with the console in two years is genuinely impressive. RIP wallet, fall 2015 and 2016 are going to brutal on you. To view the entire instruction, click the video below-- it starts around the 15 minute mark: