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Warriors: The Prophecies Begin (Redraw: 2023, 2022, 2021, 2020) 

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[dotster001]

Househusband Au HC'S

Summary:Crewel/Crowley/Vil/Rook/Malleus/Idia x gn!reader

Requested by @stygianoir

A/N: my tag list is still packed so hopefully you guys find this 😂

CW:sus gardener Rook, discussions of Idia's depression and fear of death, but I think that's it

Part Two. Part Three

Most well dressed parent at the PTA meeting. Puts everyone to shame, and makes all the other parents and teachers jealous.

Cooks five star meals exclusively , and makes sure you get your proper intake of nutrients. He can't have his favorite pup lacking in proper nutrition!

One hundred percent coordinates your outfits for you everyday. You're the best dressed worker, all because your husband hand sews you outfits designed to blow the competition out of the water.

Pretends he's not snuggly, until nighttime, then he gets pouty. He'll be aggressively folding laundry, and not speaking to you until you come to bed and let him hold you.

You own twelve dogs. Each dog has an individual diet it is on, that is hand made by him everyday. He knows exactly what every dog needs, and makes sure to memorize what each dog needs.

If you want kids, you will adopt/birth at least three. He likes a full house. Majored in alchemy before he settled down as your househusband, and is more than happy to tutor not just your kids, but also their friends, in alchemy.

Sings like Roger from 101 dalmatians because I said so. Also he plays the piano like him. Because I said so. I'm weak okay!

They say he had an illustrious career as a model, then he met you. That's only half true though. He was planning on retiring anyway, and just happened to meet you around that time. He likes to let the tabloids believe it was all your fault. It makes him laugh. Vil Schoenheit bows to no one! Now drink your smoothie!

Healthy meals constantly. He somehow managed to make them all taste good though. It's a little suspicious honestly…what does he put in that smoothie? You never liked smoothies for breakfast before…

He likes to do your nightly routine for you. It's his love language. At 7 pm sharp, he clears his throat, and gestures for you to sit down. Then he brushes out your hair, does your skin care routine, dresses you in pajamas, and tucks you in, making sure to give you a kiss on the forehead before he joins you.

If you aren't home in time for your nightly routine, he goes to bed early, turned away from your side of the bed. He will not speak to you, even though you know full well he is awake. He knows deep down it's not your fault, but he has simmering rage and no one else to take it out on.

That said, when you do fight (which you do a lot) he'll storm out before he can be particularly nasty. But you'll wake up to a single rose on the pillow next to you, and a new pair of shoes to wear to work.

You have one fluffy white cat, or one child. It's one or the other in Vil's pristine house. This isn't a barn, for seven's sake.

Cooks, cleans, gardens…. he's made for this life. You don't even know where he gets the time for it.

Rook prides himself on having the best garden in the neighborhood. Your neighbors asked him what fertilizer he used, and he wrapped an arm around you and giggled about how it was "the most organic around". Considering the last time you had to do laundry there were red stains on his clothes, you choose not to ask questions.

If you have kids, there are three of them, each two years apart. He makes the perfect paper bag lunches for them everyday, with little french notes in them (raising bilingual kids in this family). As he drops them off at school he kisses each one on the top of the head, and jovially waves them off.

You have two dogs that he takes hunting with him on his solo weekends (they aren't often, because he can barely stand to part from you!) But you also have a rabbit. He gave it your name, and likes to tease you by saying how he "caught his lapin" and never saying whether he's referring to you or the rabbit.

Another one who makes sure you look your best at work. But his favorite thing is when you forget your lunch, and he "has" to bring it to work for you. This is when he is at his most dressed up, and your outfits compliment eachother the most. He loves the gazes of envy that come his way as he kisses you and hands you your lunch.

When he's not doing chores at break neck speed, he wants you to either be in his arms, or him in yours. He doesn't care which! Please, his poor heart needs you!

Trust fund baby. Born rich, then married you. Tried to convince you not to work, but you wanted to, for whatever reason, so he "allows" it. (Who is he kidding? He could never deny you anything, what a simp) he sulks all day though, moping like a lovesick teen until you come home. Heaven forbid you forget something and have to come back in before you actually left, because he has your boss on speed dial, and will call you in sick. Oh, you just left your wallet? Too late, he assumed you had fallen ill and had chosen to stay home with him! 

He's a little clueless on cooking and household chores (Lilia is no help) but he tries! Boy does he try! And it's not half bad. Not stellar, but not bad. You've only gotten food poisoning once, and he's only ever burnt a hole in two of your shirts with an iron.

Loves to serenade you with his violin on special occasions. You know the evening is going to be wonderful when he pulls it out. Oftentimes, it's a song he wrote for you, and sometimes he even sings along.  His deep timbre will often have you so relaxed that you start to drift off. He's fine with that! More time to cuddle!

Speaking of, he starts the night out by laying on his side of the bed, and by the end of the night he is wrapped around you like a koala. He also gets very hot at night. You often don't need a blanket. You asked him about it once, and he said something about "draconic internal temperature regulation", whatever the fuck that means.

You had to put him on a budget because he buys you every shiny thing he sees. He always goes over budget, and always insists it's the last time and it will never happen again. This, friends, is what we call a lie.

He's only a househusband in name, really. He still has an income/job in the form of streaming and YouTube videos. But he stays at home, and likes it when you call him your househusband. He gets all blushy and smiley. He likes the idea of being the one you look forward to coming home to.

Ortho lives with you both, obviously. And he does all the cooking and cleaning. But he and Idia have an unspoken agreement that if you ask, he helped too.

Calls you at work at least once a day. It's always during your lunch break though, so that you can "eat lunch together" You know his mental health difficulties are acting up if he calls you more than once though.You don't have to come home, he'll be alright, he just needs to hear your voice.

His stream only knows you as player 2. When you get back from work, he'll say "Oh player 2 just got home!" And get so excited. He'll run off stream to give you a kiss, and won't come back until you remind him he's streaming. His followers have been there through the whole progression of your relationship, and despite not knowing what you look like, and only hearing your voice off screen every once in a while, they adore Gloomy Samurai and Player 2.

You always have two cats at a time, usually the ones at the shelter or humane society that are bonded or siblings. He doesn't want to separate a family, and also gets nervous about the inevitability of death. So you always have two cats. That way if something happens you always have one.

Yes. You get him to start telehealth therapy, and medication. Why do you ask?

He tries, bless his heart. His cooking is not bad, but his cleaning skills are subpar. To be honest, he's not cut out for the househusband life, but you've heard horror stories about how he handled his previous jobs. So for the sake of the world, you do your best to ensure he stays here.

"He's so generous" 🙄 Any time he goes a little bit above what you expected from him, he drops that line. A particularly good dessert? How generous. He actually folded laundry today? So magnanimous. But it hurts his pride if you don't agree, and you married him for some reason, right?

He has an allowance, and usually spends all of it. Sometimes it's gifts for you, but a lot of times it's for him. Which, it's his allowance, so that's fine. But he buys the weirdest stuff and doesn't use it. It just sits around your home.

If you have to work on something on the home computer, good luck to you. Home is for loving him, not working! He'll slip into your lap, give you a sexy pout, and start caressing your cheek, and tracing shapes into your neck. Then he'll start talking about how you're neglecting him, just put the work away and come cuddle with him. 

Where he shines though, is if you guys end up with kids. He's a surprisingly good father, making sure they all are clean, safe, and well fed. He helps with homework, and is surprisingly good at it, he's good at seeing what their needs are, he knows immediately when one of the kids is sick, and is at the doctor right away… you don't know where these skills came from. But the second the kids are in bed, he's back to being your needy husband.

[xo2dee]

𝐃𝐨𝐥𝐜𝐞 𝐕𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐨

𝐣𝐮𝐣𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐮 𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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❦ Pairing: Nanami Kento x (Fem)Reader

❦ Warnings: MDNI/18+ only. smoking (nanami does it while reader secondhands), lap dancing, thigh riding, degradation, praise kink, dirty talk, daddy kink (it's said like twice maybe three times because i cant handle writing it too much), vaginal fingering, squirting, slight impact play, semi-public sex, rough sex, car sex, vaginal sex, finger sucking, unprotected sex, breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy, creampie

❦ Word Count: 15132

❦ Summary: There were various emotions swirling within his eyes, like his body and mind couldn’t figure out which one to grasp onto with you near him and there was an internal struggle with both parts of his mind trying to figure out what to do with you. You assumed you could feel flattered and prideful over that, getting the reserved Nanami Kento to swallow harshly at the sight of you and having him get jealous over you.

It made you want him all the more.

❦ A/N: yall remember this outfit

well it's what made me write this and made me think about ruining his pants as i rode -

❦ twitter - ao3 - discord 18+

It was too long of a moment before you realized he was watching you again – through his peripheral vision once more he had been eyeing you carefully in patterns. You could feel his stare crawling onto your skin like phantom itches despite not openly looking at him; call it an intuition, but you knew he had been watching you oh-so discreetly the entire night.

You wouldn’t have noticed if that hadn’t been your plan in the long-run, and he had been watching you for months in the same way you had been watching him out of the corner of your eyes for months. After that, it seemed to become a tangible game of cat and mouse, the both of you alternating between each player on the offense and on the defense to see who could catch who in a slip-up and corner them for the pounce.

(It was all in the eyes, and if you were being honest, he had you beat there.)

His eyes were as dark as the shadows he was bathed in, only the neutral pattern of his coat and powder blue of his turtleneck were visible along the edges of the darkness creeping in from the outside and the sheen of his blonde hair highlighted from the city outside of his car. His free hand laid between his spread thighs limp, yet there was an undertone of apprehension in them from the very way he had the other tightly gripped onto the steering wheel the entire ride to where he was taking you both, the shine of his Tag Heuer watch in the low light of his car making him seem all the more mysterious. You could count the veins that were protruding outwards in his hand and those visible in his forearm holding the steering wheel from his rolled up sleeves, could count each way he had shifted in his seat from the tense atmosphere, and could count each individual glance he had taken to you.

Though, that wasn’t to say you hadn’t been seeking your own glances to him the entire night.

The foot on the gas pedal of his car in all its sleek black glory pressed down harder, the engine purring in response to it as he sped up a fraction to get to the destination he seemed to have planned for you both – and you knew it wasn’t your or his apartment, you could see it in his eyes when he had approached you and pressed his lips to your ear, asking you if he needed to take you home or if you wanted to go elsewhere with him. You had obliged him, giddy in the way he had curled his fingers around your wrist and led you out of the club with a meaningful glare towards anyone else, away from everyone’s watchful eyes and the muted, giggling whispers about you two leaving together. It was like they were betting on it as much as you had been, wondering when all the tension would stretch to its maximum and finally snap for what had been brewing in-between you two for six months.

Pursuing him in your own right seemed to be the definition of a slow-burn; he was reserved as they came and preferred to keep things strictly work-related, but there were twists and curves in your ‘just coworkers’ relationship along the way as the friendly dinners and murmuring touches along each other’s arms became something more than just two people who were comfortable in each other’s presence. He could see it in the way you looked at him, all twinkling eyelashes in mascara and vision tinged in sapphire for your lust for him, but also the way you coated yourself in adoration each time he was around because you were sure what you were feeling was more than just lust if six months of pining over him spoke for anything.

And yet, you could see it in his eyes – something he had tried to definitely hide behind those silly little goggles he wore when you saw him most – in spite of your tinted vision of yearning. There was something else there hidden in those umber irises, something you couldn’t quite place your finger on since his eyes were at times too intense to even look into and you often shied away from in response. He had no problem meeting your gaze however, a master of making eye contact as he liked to look people in the eye as he spoke and a master of making you squirm as it seemed folly to try and decipher any meaning behind his eyes, leading you to believe that perhaps your desire was unwanted, or he was oblivious.

Nevertheless of that, you knew it was there, and his behavior that night further cemented it from the way he had glared at you over the rim of his glass of Whiskey while you eyed him as you danced, the amber liquid scalding like his gaze and rough like the way it felt in your throat when you teasingly took a swig from him in a chance to get him wound up. It had worked a fraction (a clenched jaw and a narrowed set of eyes as you only smiled, giggled at him, and poked your tongue out to lick your bottom lip in response before prancing off), but it was nothing compared to what made him slam his feet down off of his barstool, leaving a generous tip (and paying for you as well), and to come after you, the deep blue lights of the club highlighting and shadowing his features in a cutting edge that made you clench your thighs and hitch your breath in anticipation the longer he looked at you with that mask of indifference.

And at that moment then, it was only a question of whenever he would snap and give in to give you both what you had been skipping around the bush for in your not-so silent or unknown play of pining and sexual tension.

In your peripherals you watched as the hand that laid limp in his lap rose and dug into his pants pocket, fishing out a cigarette from his carton before addressing you quietly for the first time in several minutes. “Mind if I smoke?”

You curled your toes in your laced-up heels, nails painted white and knees feeling weak watching him raise his cigarette already to his lips, “Not at all.” He didn’t waste any time afterwards, the window rolling down a smidge as you watched him intently, quick in lighting it and pushing it to the corner of his mouth. Your mouth was dry then, discreetly staring at his lips before you wetted your own with a swipe of your tongue, “You’ve smoked an awful lot tonight…”

Kento didn’t answer you, only a hum leaving him as he focused on driving for the time being and made his way through winding roads and sharp turns out of part of the city where the club was located. He wasn’t in the mood to seemingly discuss that particular piece of information, possibly afraid that it would reveal too much of his true reasoning as to why he wanted to leave the club with you so early. You let your eyes fall away from him, a pitfall of anxiety and rushing excitement making home in your stomach as you waited for the inevitable while you let your gaze wander looking out the rain droplet-spattered window on the passing buildings and scenery.

Tokyo looked like a metropolis. The architecture was always interesting to look at – from grandiose skyscrapers to local houses with style made of tin. In Tokyo, the majority of the residential buildings there were compact. They were either small and very square, or tall and rectangular thin, existing in varying shades of coffee, caramel and grey and neatly placed together. Although Tokyo had its area of skyscrapers and modern architecture, the overwhelming feeling there was for design to be functional and straightforward was present, rather than used as a showpiece. Being nearly its own separate entity altogether and the capital, it was given personal art deco and art nouveau that was something utterly fascinating to you.

Though all of that was becoming was to become a sight on the horizon, the roads changing from being full of traffic to having stragglers of long-haul trucks and random cars alone, the view of the buildings changing to a seemingly endless forest full of darkness and winding roads. Tokyo was becoming a gleam on the horizon the more he drove on to pass free of any stoplights and stop-signs, the clock ticking towards midnight in a sign that whenever you two were going, you two were going to be very much alone.

In the corner of your conscious lulled by the humming of his car, you memorized the way the rain tinkled on his windshield and how the windshield wipers rapidly came up slapping the water away as you turned your gaze to it at the final stoplight before you assumed was your destination. The whole process looked oddly mesmerizing, to the point your eyes nearly began to droop and a frown slipped on your mask at your oncoming haphazard fatigue. You didn’t necessarily realize you had done it, nor did you realize when, but you had placed your feet upon his dash in a fit to make yourself comfortable and forgoing completely any manners and where you were as you lost your train of thought.

Kento’s voice broke you out of your thoughts once more.

“You shouldn’t put your feet on the dash,” he started off softly, until his gruff voice rose in volume with his next sentence, “and you should put your seatbelt on.”

He startled you at first, blinking as you left the trenches of your brain addled with wayward thoughts as you turned your head fully to look at him. His eye remained on the road ahead of him, yet you could not take your own off his visage in the crimson shine of the stoplight. It made him look… dangerous, a far cry from how he looked pliant and gentle underneath the blue lights of the club. The red contrasted and highlighted his features nicely; from the sharp crease of his jaw, the side view of his bottom lip plumper than his top with the cigarette hanging off his lip, the aristocratic nose, his dark eyelashes falling over his dark eyes, and the angled, nicely trimmed and arched brows overtop.

He looked… God, you couldn’t describe then. But he was so handsome, and it made you want to scream.

Regardless, you pushed those thoughts away – and the faint lingering of arousal beneath your naval – swallowing harshly before you piped up in another tease to let the awkward mood simmer away, “Oh yeah? ‘Traffic Regulation Number One’?” Even as you said it, you removed your feet and did not miss the way his eyes remained on the way your dress rode up on your thighs in the process.

Kento glanced at you again, a glint in his eyes that made you cross your ankles, “Not only that, if we were to wreck you would suffer more than I,” he turned his head to you then, challengingly staring into your eyes, “and I can’t have that.”

That time you stared at him as you considered his words carefully, only coming up short to why – other than genuinely caring for people, including yourself – he even mentioned it before you reached for the seatbelt and slowly put it on. You could blame your forgetfulness of it on always walking and taking the bus everywhere, though he didn’t seem to mind otherwise. Once it clicked, you looked up at him from under your eyelashes, “Happy?”

“Extremely.” He says with the world’s most monotone voice.

You tottered on further as the light continued to remain red, “I doubt we’d even get in an accident… you’ve been driving like ten under the speed limit.”

“It’s raining,” he argued back, a hint of exasperation in his tone, “and are you so surprised I follow regulations?”

You stretched your legs out, “It’s only raining a little. And I wouldn’t say ‘surprised’, maybe… a bit of a cliché for you.”

“’Cliché’? How so?”

“Have you seen yourself? Everything about you screams ‘punctuality’, and your willingness to follow all the rules. I feel like you need to loosen up…” you trailed off eyeing him up and down unashamedly, aware he could probably feel it.

Kento abruptly grinded out his cigarette in his ashtray sitting within the cup holder, a bit of a slight underlining of his true strength showing through as he did it. “’Loosen up’…” he practically hissed the words out between the cracks of his teeth; the sound making it nearly like he had tasted a horrible beverage and was trying to get the taste of the liquid off of his taste buds. He glanced you at once more and both hands were on steering wheel, tight in the way he held it. “You’re saying I’m predictable.” He wasn’t asking, he was just repeating your statement back to you in a different fashion. He was curious then.

“Sometimes, but I’m still trying to figure that out… Though from your behavior tonight, maybe I don’t really know.”

His head slowly turned to you, eye half-lidded over that molten gaze and sending a sharp, shrilling tingle down the ridged bones along your spine. You held his gaze however, not one to be so easily one-upped and having your fair share of looking men in the eye so effortlessly to get them at your mercy, yet it was different with him. He was… dangerous, all the more giving off that feeling the longer you gazed openly at him in blood-colored lighting so much like the nearly visible tension between you two as you realized you might have been completely wrong about him being horribly uptight and haughty.

His little performance in the club was enough evidence to back that up, buuuuuuut you were in a teasing mood again and had piqued his interest in the matter. Gone were your nerves thinking of how you two were supposed to remain strictly platonic in the way coworkers were supposed to be, in was your lust clawing away at your brain like a caged beast for something you had not felt in so long. Metaphorical vines straight from the sinful garden were ensnaring you in and blooming with azure roses in comparison to lust’s color association, slowly crawling out around your limbs and reaching for him.

You wanted him.

And you had a good guess that he wanted you, though it was just matter of playing your cards right to get your answer.

Kento finally answered you, a languid blink on his eyes before he sent a slow look down the course of your body, “I supposed you don’t.”

You hummed leaning slightly forward and slowly beginning to raise your hand, a new idea born within your mind, “Call it an intuition. Though…” The air shifted between you two once more, the lingering taste of seduction about as you stretched your hand out further to him, “I don’t think it’d kill you to have a little fun for once and loosen up…?”

Your hand landed on his thigh, to which he suddenly tensed up from the contact and his grip on the steering tightening up to point you thought he may have ripped it off if he wanted to. You had landed up closer towards his hip, feeling his quads flex and twitch underneath your smooth glide to let your sit your hand closer to his knee. Then, only for a moment, you dug your nails through his skin and into his pants.

However, he kept his composure for that moment, regarding you carefully after a particular hard swallow that made his Adam’s apple bob, “Did I not come to club tonight after you begged me?”

You rolled your eyes at him and sent him another sultry look from underneath your eyelashes with a small pout on your lips, “Yeah, but all you did was sit in the corner and drink sips out of one glass of Whiskey; sulking, and even when I asked you to come dance with me you wouldn’t.” You made it a point to sigh dramatically after finishing your sentence to give him a clue that you were somewhat hurt by him, circling your finger along his pants while you mulled the entire night over in your mind.

When you first saw him standing outside your apartment door for the night, you hardly even recognized it was even him at first.

Nanami Kento was known for dressing to the nines every day for work, as he usually wore a three-piece suit with shining Oxford shoes to match; the suit crisp, free of wrinkles, without a single piece of lint on it, and his shoes looking like they had been newly bout despite him having bought them two years beforehand. Though, what he showed up wearing for the night… he certainly dressed for the club.

You knew Kento had name-brand clothing, and you figured that they were just his tailored suits and expensive shoes, but the moment you spied the particular set he was wearing and realized you had seen it once flicking through a magazine at the Dentist’s Office while chomping gum you weren’t supposed to, thinking nothing of it then on the model but appreciating it, yet seeing it like you were… It was all the more appealing on the eye from the way he seemed to model it without trying, and how the fabric layered onto his sculpted body to accentuate his complexion and hair perfectly underneath the low light of your apartment’s hallway. He looked… stunning (not like he never did anyway).

Kento dressed himself purely in Dolce & Gabbana; a neutral, double-breasted overcoat, and in plaid-like pattern was what caught your eyes first, buttoned once in the middle and a brooch pinned onto the left collar of it with a pretty, powder blue turtleneck underneath it. His pants looked crisp and in the same fabric of his overcoat and his shoes were new too you noticed, black with shiny golden emblems atop them. You knew he had still had that watch on too, he never went anywhere without it, and his hair looked styled all the more from his usual day of work; he truly had went out of his way.

(Sometimes you wondered truly how much money he ended up making at his office job.)

You had taken to shamelessly looking him up and down, an eyebrow lifting up and your throat hot as panties were suddenly too uncomfortable for you even wear any longer.

“You look handsome.”

Kento had done the same to you, passionate eyes free from his usual goggles, and he took in your silvery and glittery mini-dress that had the world’s most plunging V-neck and free of a back and split up on each side of your hips. The laced-up heels were just for fun, but you liked the way he looked at them.

And from how he drug a slow, dreamy course look up your body back to your face with his own challenging eyebrow raising, you knew he liked your outfit just as much as you liked his.

“You’re beautiful.”

Briefly, you had wondered if he purposefully left out ‘look’ but decided not to look too much into it since it set your belly spiraling and thighs twitching.

It was a defining moment that you actually got him to come with you, Kento never being one to go out where there were crowds and preferring to stay at home to read a book. Not like you didn’t like that about him anyway, but the moment Satoru asked you if you wanted to go out for the night that was supposed to be just bar-hopping on your behalf while he sat back and watched your alcohol intake sipping on his water, turned into him insisting you go to some club the moment he learned you were tagging Kento along with you, you knew you had made the right choice in doing so. You could vividly still see the wide Cheshire grin that stretched across his lips abnormally wide the moment he saw you in your dress and heels with the straps twirling along your calves up to your knees and Kento trailing behind you dressed to the nines in Dolce & Gabbana with his eyes only for you and only on you, you knew then you were in for a Hell of night.

You sighed inwardly though as you remembered the way Satoru had snickered in your ear about Kento watching your every move and telling you he had plan that could work, knowing good and well the plan would either fail horribly, or work tremendously. You were iffy in following in with whatever he had planned, as he was not someone who had not even ever been in a relationship (sans if you wanted to count the soulmate bond you knew he had with Suguru) and couldn’t talk to women to save his life as he literally had not ever pursued one that much and preferred to complain about how scary they were. Though you supposed that if he knew how to rile Kento up, he knew how to do it well.

In the end, you had little to no drinks for the night, wanting to remain sober on the behalf of not wanting to humiliate yourself in front of Kento, and after the moment he declined dancing with you Satoru had swooped in and came to your aid. He asked you to dance as his sunglasses slid down a fraction allowing you to see those luminous eyes with a knowing glint and wink you were only able to see, and you took his hand and let him take you to dance floor. After that… well, that was the moment Kento had swiveled around on his stool and stomped after you the second Satoru stepped away from you after the small dance and asked you to leave with him.

You knew then that his little plan to make Kento jealous had worked, and you wouldn’t have been in his car with him brewing with extreme sexual tension and want if you hadn’t followed along.

You’d have to thank him if everything worked out.

Kento’s eyes darkened and hardened, the memories of everything coming back to him all at once and you watched his jaw clench before the harsh words were tumbling out of his mouth, “You seemed more than content enough to dance with Gojo.”

You rolled your eyes again, repressing the urge to giggle at his blatant jealousy and walking two fingers along his thigh, “Is that what this is? You're mad that I danced with him after you rejected me? You can’t blame a girl for trying though, which is exactly why I said you need to ‘loosen up’,” you hissed those last two words out, gripping his knee again and batting your eyelashes at him.

He stared at you for a long moment, his eyes revealing more than perhaps he would’ve liked and you nearly felt like shrinking as the seconds passed without him moving a muscle and only gazing at you. There were various emotions swirling within his eyes, like his body and mind couldn’t figure out which one to grasp onto with you near him and there was an internal struggle with both parts of his mind trying to figure out what to do with you. You assumed you could feel flattered and prideful over that, getting the reserved Nanami Kento to swallow harshly at the sight of you and having him get jealous over you.

It made you want him all the more.

It was a few more moments before you let go of his thigh, sitting back up into your seat and keeping your eyes on him, a finality in your words as he let off the gas when the stoplight turned green and resumed on with a left turn. “I’m here now, aren’t I?”

He glanced at you once more, a sharp, matter-of-fact one as he turned the wheel once more with just his palms and slowed the car down until it came to a complete stop. You discreetly looked around as you eyed a smooth and rippling lake from the patter of raindrops stretched out below the both of you situated on top of a hill, gleaming a shining silver and a deepening onyx in the night and in the presence of rain. Delicate pine trees lined the horizon of what you could see, edging around the lake and fading into the darkness of the night and rainfall the more you looked at them. It was a gorgeous sight, and the moment Kento killed the car engine you heard an owl hoot in the distance, the lonesome sound surprisingly peaceful and adding to the atmosphere.

As you looked on, he only offered you two words. “We’re here.”

The more childish degree of you wanted to pout at his swift dodge of not answering your question, though ended up humming in acknowledge and bringing up his choice in taking you both, “A secret little lake? Wasn’t expecting this…”

You heard him grunt as you eyed the water, fixated on the way it rippled with each hit from a drop of rain before he quietly responded with an air of distraction about him. “I would come here sometimes after long shifts at the office, it’s a nice place to clear your mind up from everything. And I’d like to think no one knows it’s out here.”

You sat quietly for a few moments, eyeing the dark forest surrounding you both and wondering what brought it about for him to take you there. Deciding to lighten the mood, you teased him a fraction, wanting to bring him out of whatever dampening mood he seemed to be in, “Did you bring me out here to kill me and dump my body in the water?”

Kento snorted, “Hardly.”

You hummed again to his gruff admission, taking notice that he had turned the car off but he had made no moves to get out of the car. Though you briefly became startled whenever he suddenly undid his seatbelt before sitting himself further into his seat, your eyes sliding over to him as you realized he had already been staring over at you. You subtly fiddled with the hem of your dress, sensing the electricity in-between you two after the stunt you had pulled.

Not that you were complaining.

You stretched in your spot and sighed, feeling your back pop along with your neck as eyed him once more, “So what’d you bring me out here for?”

He was quiet, and his gaze nearly frightened you (but you never did scare easy), before he swallowed again, “To talk.”

“’Talk’?” you repeated back, a hum leaving your chest as another smirk played along your lips, “You know you could’ve talked me at the club too, right?” you turned slightly to your side to face him better, making a show to rub your thighs together and relishing the way he watched the movement.

“Too distracting, and too many people there.”

You swung your right leg up, giving him a peek of your panties as you propped your leg up atop his thigh, the heel of your stiletto digging into his pants a bit, yet not enough to harm him. He was quick to curl his fingers around your ankle, his thumb rubbing the bone to make sure you kept your foot placed there. “Really? Could’ve sworn you were more than intent enough with the way you had been staring at me all night, but maybe it’s not me who was so distracting…” You shot him a knowing look, realizing you had hit the nail on the head whenever his brow wrinkled, and his mouth thinned. Sighing, you continued on, thinking he wasn’t about to reply to that, “Don’t be like that, Kento. You know you can’t be jealous over Satoru for taking my attention from you..."

“For once, you’re wrong,” he said, voice taking in that commanding tone that made you snap your mouth shut the moment you heard the first syllable leave his mouth. “More-so annoyed with myself over declining you like that,” he continued, two fingers tickling along your calf all the way up to the bend of your knee, “There’s no reason for me to be jealous,” he curled his hand underneath your knee, lifting your leg up and leaning his body over so that his mouth closed in on your ankle, his breath tickling your skin as he spoke more, “Why would I be jealous when I know you’re already mine?”

The moment he pressed a kiss to your ankle your skin erupted into goosebumps, nearly losing your composure to keep up your attitude for his bold-bold claim that tickled your insides and made your cheeks warm. “I’m yours? That’s a bold claim…”

“Please,” Kento started with a sharp look up towards your face, keeping his gaze locked with your as he pressed another kiss to your calf, “You’re hopeless if you think I haven’t noticed.” His hand moved to curl around your calf once more, another kiss placed to your shin that time as hum vibrated out of his throat, “And you’re completely obliviousness if you haven’t noticed my own feelings at this point.”

Necessarily, you hadn’t been too oblivious in thinking so yet thinking back to everything you realized perhaps isn’t all about lust and more emotional than you realized. “Oh.” Had been your quiet response, a whisper that made him hum into your skin again.

“You have chills… I wonder why.”

He knew damn well why, and he released your leg to let your bring back into your space, eagerly as well anxiously awaiting your response for him. You swallowed down the thick tension, eyelashes ghosting over your eyes in your cute blinks as you regarded him for a long moment before speaking. “So, what do you wanna do about that now, Kento?” Your tone was sly and mischievous, yet shaky in want.

Kento was giving you his own version of the Stanley Kubrick Stare with less murderous intent and more seduction pooling into his eyes, and longer you both stared at one and another the antsier you got in you want to know exactly what he was thinking. Fortunately, he finally spoke back up, curing you of the itching want to know what was on his mind and the tingling along your inner thighs.

“Do you want this truly?”

It was soft, vulnerability laced within his voice as he asked you for permission first before doing anything else. It warmed you, but he should have known what your answer would always be for him.

“Yes.”

Kento languidly blinked at you, eyes falling on the way your coat was still covering your body somewhat until they made towards the way you had your thighs pressed together and your hands then placed neatly into your lap. He lingered on your legs until he rolled his gaze back upwards to your face, leaving behind the specter of lava in his trail and mimicked you by marginally raising his eyebrow in question to yours. It made you bite the inside of your cheek, almost feeling like shrinking under such an intense stare from him as the atmosphere in-between you two boiled to a blistering degree as the small space in separation only seemed to close in on you both.

You briefly grew aware you still had your coat and seatbelt on, wanting to take both off to help with the growing heat until he broke the silence again and froze you from making any movements.

“Come here.”

He spoke with refined poised, yet an underlining of uncontrolled gruff that churned a sharp, familiarity in your lower abdomen as you let his words sink into you to understand where he was going with it. It seemed his little display of annoyance from before was more of his display of biting back for control in your teasing and making slip over the edge. Nevertheless, your lips twitched as you realized where he was trying to go with it.

Truth be told, you’d secretly been hoping he’d pull a stunt like that.

Your anxiety about the earlier worry of what possibly caused him to seek you out like that was out of the window, the window still spattered with rain highlighted into the shadowed car by the neon lights of the car console so perfectly underlining his features and making him all the more handsome that you couldn’t resist. You didn’t necessarily care for the bigger topic at hand at that moment, and neither did he – which may have not been the smartest decision, yet the scorching friction between you two was increasing beyond belief and you both desperately needed to settle it.

And for that, you chose your next words carefully to see if Kento was biting at what you thought he was.

“Play some music for me.”

He held your gaze as his arm lifted, his hand coming up next as he deliberately pointed a finger out to mess with the radio until he got it to a low volume loud enough for you both to hear and to feel the vibrations from the bass rumble throughout the car and into the seats for your bodies to feel. You watched him keenly the entire time, trailing your gaze from his finger still sitting atop his radio, over the skin of his exposed forearm and the sleeve of his blue turtleneck, over the bulge of his bicep and up to his face still impassive in its expression, yet his bright and dilated the longer he glowered at you. You felt your lips twitch upwards for a smirk, heart pounding and gut curling despite the excitement you felt for what you were about to do.

All the teasing glances, soft touches, hushed whispers and hot stare downs were finally all coming down to the head of the sexual tension that spilled over like magma breaking free from a volcano. The lava was free to ruin, your body and mind succumbing underneath its scorching weight as you sent him a candied smile and obliged him.

“How can I say no now?” You shrugged your coat off, letting your bare arms and shoulders come into view – to which he ate up at the sight of more exposed skin – before you leant over to undo your heels and stopped just as quickly as your slid a finger under the winding straps below your knee.

“Keep them on… The dress too.”

Kento spoke authoritatively, leaving you no room to even consider to take either of the articles off as you sat back up straight in your seat and looked over to him with a slow blink. “Okay,” you eventually answered, finally doing in and unbuckling your seatbelt as it was the final thing separating you both. And once that bind was free, you knew there was no going back.

At that, Kento leant back up, arms outstretching for you and eyes heavily lidded, “Come here then.”

With an intake of a long inhale and your heart pounding inside of your skull akin to thunder rolling, you made you way over to him, warmth spreading throughout your body the moment he slipped both hands under your arms and around your back, sliding them down to glide over your ass for a second before gripped you on the back of your thighs. You wrapped your arms around his neck in return and leaned into him, nearly sighing aloud as the warmth of his body had your own body propelling into another round of arousing sensation, the smell of his cologne (Armani you were sure; more specifically Armani Eau de Cèdre that you had caught a whiff of on some of the more prestigious of men. The woody tones with the spicy nuances mixed in with a mouthwatering tea note were so very familiar to you and you personally enjoyed the smell. It was sophisticated and elegant, something that matched him just perfectly you thought) intoxicating you and spiraling you into a descent of nirvana.

Before you were more than warm and relaxed just sitting beside him, completely content with his presence alone yet getting him so close to and holding you was another thing altogether.

Kento handled you like he handled that fine, China vase filled with lilies at his apartment on his dining table; delicate in the way he let his calloused hands find way on your body and lifted you like you were something completely precious to him that he didn’t want broken. Despite the awkward angle as well, he picked you up from your seat effortlessly and you pulled your legs up to bend them to not knock them or your pretty heels along his stick shift or knock over the ashtray in his cup holder. He maneuvered you over with ease into his seat, finding yourself hovering over his lap for a moment as he removed one hand to fiddle with the seat so that he could recline it back to let you to be comfortable. A second later you felt the seat move, his body leaning as far back as he could while holding onto you still before his hands returned to rubbing along your bare back, soothing to let you know he was done, and you could move whenever.

You were more than ready too if the slightly damp panties were anything to go by and the heat within your lower abdomen.

And with that you plopped down onto him, the misjudgment of where you were hovering over him and how he was holding you slightly off as you landed atop his thigh with your own straddling it and tightening up around whenever his muscles flexed and pressed up against your clothed cunt. However, it was fine for the time being, you wanted to egg him on further, and by the looks of it he wanted you to as well.

You sat back away from him as you slid your hands to lay atop his shoulders, meeting his intense gaze and relaxing your body and mind and letting it move to the low hum of the music playing in his car. You began in slow erotic rolls, satisfaction building within when you watched his nostrils flare.

His hands slid down to grasp onto your hips in a firm hold, his reclined form with you beginning to swing your hips across his thigh feeling all the more inviting as you watched his eyes follow the movements of your hips with indifference marring his expression. He was playing nonchalant, like he didn’t get jealous at the club, drag you out to a secluded location and all but ask you do to what you were doing.

You sighed tapping your fingers onto his shoulders to catch his attention, only speaking once his gaze flitted back up to yours, “If I had known this was what you wanted, I would’ve let you take me a lot sooner… But,” your slid an index finger diagonally before plucking the button of his overcoat free, exposing chest and abdomen and gently scratching along until your nail was tapping onto the bone protruding from his collarbone through his shirt, “I liked seeing you get a little jealous and drag me out yourself…” you titled your head and pressed your breasts closer to him, mouth quirking up at side when he only continued to watch and listen, “Maybe I should’ve done that a lot sooner if it would’ve ended up like this.”

A huff left him, “Is that why you were flirting with him? To just make me jealous in the end and get what you want?”

“And if I said yes?”

“I wouldn’t believe you. You flirt, but you flirt to tease,” his free hand fell to his pocket, retrieving his carton of cigarettes as he laid onto the center console for a brief moment. “You tease me and then you run off for the chase.”

Damn, he could read you like an open book.

You lifted your hands from his shoulders to dig them into the seat’s headrest just behind him, your hips rotating slightly faster as you watched his nostrils flare from the action, “Attentive, aren’t you?” you drummed your fingers onto the cushion, tilting your head at him more as you lowered yourself further down onto his thigh, “You don’t like chases?” Your voice breached off at the end, higher pitched as an all-telling dampness settled within your panties and a coil grew inside of your abdomen.

He had another cigarette between his index and middle fingers, beginning to fish out his lighter as he continued the banter with you, “It’s my job to chase really. I chase… then I capture…” he let the double meaning echo out into the car, an eyebrow cocking back up at you for your little, ‘Hmph’ as he finally found his lighter deep within his pocket.

You weren’t done, however. “Smoking again, Kento? You’ll contract a lung disease at his point, and doing it while I’m in your lap too?”

He had placed it in-between lips by then, not lighting it in that moment as he spoke around the stick and let it bob from the movement, “You told me you didn’t mind smoke, and right now I’m about due one and I’ll try not to blow it in your face.” You can blow whatever you want in my face.

You leant forward into his face, freezing him in his actions as your mouth came to rest against the tip of his cigarette, “I wanna taste,” you murmured with your lips slightly closing in around the cigarette.

“Thought you didn’t smoke,” he slowly and roughly mumbled back, eyes on your lips once more.

You hummed leaning back away from him and slightly arching your back, “I said I don’t really smoke, but sometimes maybe I want to.” Your hips were slowing back down to grinding against thigh, the low vibration of the music rumbling the car and the brewing sexual tension encouraging you to slow down and work at him in a build-up.

Though from the feeling of the hardening cock below you, you didn’t have to do too much.

He lowered his eyelashes, a dark brow arching as he laid eyes on what was exposed of your chest, “You really want to smoke?”

“Only if it’s yours.”

He didn’t answer you after that, continuing to study you for a moment and you took that initiative to lift up a hand to snag the cigarette from between his lips. You didn’t get very far though, his head tipping further back out of your reach with a grunt leaving him as he did so, and you nearly went to say something but his plucking the cigarette out for himself and then –

He pressed the stick against your lips, maneuvering it around to pry your mouth apart until he sat it between your lips with his fingers trailing down off of your bottom lip once knowing it was securely there. Your heart was pounding then, intensely watching as he rose his lighter up to the end of the cigarette and flicked it for a small flame that lit up both your faces in the low lighting for him to light your (his) cigarette for you.

He held it there for a few moments until he knew it was properly lit before releasing his thumb and pocketing it away along with the carton, both hand returning to your hips as he waited for you to take a full drag. You did so, keeping the heavy eye contact you two had been making the entire time you had been together as you felt the tobacco burn the back of your throat from the long inhale you took. He watched the end of it burn for a few seconds, before his hand was rising back up and his long fingers were brushing across your lips again until he was grasping it free of your lips and raising it back to let his own close around it for a long, meaningful inhale.

You pushed out the smoke with a heavy exhale from your mouth, the smog of wisping against his face while you felt his legs underneath shift out further and a, ‘Mmm’ leaving him whenever your rocking picked back up. Your throat felt dry as you felt his thigh tense and flex underneath you – and perhaps from the cigarette since you really didn't like to smoke – and your mind clouded with pure lust spurred you on to keep finding ways to prod at each him.

However, Kento beat you to it that time.

“You look good like this. Gorgeous,” he rumbled out, hands sliding along the length of your body before gently skimming across your breasts. The action brought a full-body shiver from you, something he took note of as he smirked slightly around his cigarette, “You like this, don’t you? Playing with me until I get you how I want you?”

You sighed and rocked your hips faster at his words, the friction pure ecstasy that had you rolling your eyes back underneath your eyelids, the thin, wet lining of your panties practically useless as your clit so easily rubbed against his clothed thigh. “Mhm, I do.”

“I know you do,” his hands moved back to rub along your sides, thumbs pressing into your ribcage and voice soft like the drizzle of the rain pattering against the window, “You like this much better than grinding your ass against someone else, don’t you?”

His voice took a hard edge at the end, fingers digging into your flesh through your dress as he guided you to rock faster, the first little moan pulling free from your mouth whenever that tickle spread up from your clit throughout the rest of your body and you glided easier against his thigh from how wet your pussy and panties had gotten. That warm ball was growing within your belly, your cunt pulsing in tune with each way you leisurely grinded up onto his thigh whenever he flexed it for you, and when you quickly rolled back down whenever he bounced it for you. The heat in the car grew tenfold, your combined heavy breathing beginning to fog up the windows as you quickly tried to fight back a response to his question.

“Mm, maybe… Though it sounds to like you were a little jealous, huh? Jealous I grinded on him before I grinded on you –”

A squeak left your lips whenever one hand left your side and landed on your ass in a hard smack, the action causing you to roll your hips particularly hard and a low moan to tumble free from your lips at the pleasure it brought you. The stinging on your ass transferred over to the pulsing in your cunt, Kento’s hand leaving the harsh grip he had on your ass to take the opportunity of your open mouth to stick his thumb in there. You took that chance to close your mouth around his thumb, curling your tongue around it and licking it before puckering your lips and sucking on it like you knew he wanted.

He regarded you with a hum, bouncing his thigh up into you and relishing in the muffled whine he felt vibrate from your tongue and the way you wiggled atop him more, and sighed around his cigarette while he watched you nearly crumble above him.

“You can be such a brat sometimes… All talk like I couldn’t feel your pussy throbbing the moment you sat down on me and the little looks you give me,” he pressed his thumb down onto your tongue, forcing you to stick it out a fraction before he hooked it into your left cheek and leant forward into your face, “Even now you’re completely ruining my pants; soaking them through with your pussy. These are expensive too, but I suppose it can't be helped with how pretty you look doing it.” You felt your eyes roll back at his words, your stomach curling harder as you watched him pull his cigarette free and leaned closer into your face.

You moaned unashamedly whenever Kento blew his smoke into your mouth, lips puckered and so close to kissing you that it made you almost whine at the same it made you roll your hips on his thigh harder, your eyelashes fluttering in ecstasy as you greedily sucked in as much as you could from the blow of smoke that can directly from his mouth. He watched you in his own satisfaction, placing the cigarette back onto his lip and gripping your hips to goad you on further.

“Brats like you shouldn’t deserve anything. Especially with how you behaved tonight,” he hissed, fingers gripping your harder onto your hips and breaking his face away from yours to throw his head back onto the headrest, “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? Like it when I treat you like the brat you are and let you get yourself off on my thigh, yeah?” His hand came down onto your ass again, making you jolt forward and whine from the pleasure that prickled through your body because of it.

Your expression scrunched up at the sinful whisper and the slap, another hot lick of pleasure shooting through your nerves straight into your awaiting clit at the language. Fuck, did it have you drunk off pleasure and another harsh twist finding its way your naval.

He wasn’t about to let you not answer him though, and with his hand helping guide your rolling as he was back to mouthing off to you, “Tell me, sweet girl. Tell me, and I’ll give you what you want.”

You were so wet, and his thigh felt so fucking good rubbing against you, but the words were nearly sending you into a frenzy. You let your eyes focus back onto his face that was eagerly looking back with bright eyes (too bright for their shade) at you, his pupils enlarged while he waited for you to tell him the words back that he wanted to hear. Mind hazy and body feeling like you were intoxicated, a hitched moan left your lips when he bounced his leg into to bring your attention back to him while your tongue rolled over the syllables in your mouth to let him hear them, the choice of words falling out of your mouth before you could even think them over.

“Ah – I love being a brat for you, Daddy.”

Something in the back of your mind told you that perhaps it wasn’t wise to say that so soon, and you nearly wanted to curl up back into the passenger seat after you let that little word slip out for him to hear that you didn’t think he’d even particularly like, yet Kento proved you once more that he still continued to surprise you the entire night with his behavior.

He barely kept the groan in his voice as his fingers became bruising on you and forced you ride him faster and hard, his voice all but a growl mere seconds after you said it, “What did you say? Call me that again.”

The warmth inside of you expanded, lust teeming within you to the brim over his eagerness to the name, and you repeated just as fast as you rode his thigh long and hard.

“Mm, Daddy.”

It was butchered, slurred and perhaps not the best articulation, but he seemed pleased by it from the grip he had on you narrowing and letting your grinding increase.

“Good girl,” he praised you in a way that had your cunt clenching around nothing but your clit answering in a harsh pulse. His voice was so… exhilarating, almost as if you could taste the sugar-sweet flavor right on the tip of your tongue and the vibration of it sending a pulse back into your lower body. “You look so pretty right now; my gorgeous girl. How can I ever resist you?”

The words made a strangled noise leave your mouth, your nails falling down to claw into his coat as he pushed your hips harder and faster as a fleeting thought of wondering if he would mind a lap dance passed through your mind. You weren’t given time to think too much of it when he was helping you ride down into your impending orgasm faster by forcing your body to roll more on him and whispering his heavenly voice into your face. When his hand left your hip to slide back to grip your ass to follow after the shivers he caused, his breath began to mingle back into yours with the tease of a kiss and you were ready to beg into his mouth, “Please, I want it.”

A kiss was placed onto the corner of your mouth, “Want what?”

God, his voice; his voice. You were sure you could cum alone with just him whispering in your face like that. You rocked faster and doubled down harder into the grip you had on his thigh between yours, “I wanna cum, please.” It was so hot, everything smelled like him again and you had one track mind split into thinking of cumming on his fucking thigh and just him in general.

Kento’s teeth bit at your lips, a tease in it as he hissed once more into your face, “Say it nicely.”

Your fingers clawed into his coat, ready to slam your mouth onto his, but you held yourself steady and gave him what he wanted to hear since you knew the payoff would come just as nicely.

“Please, Kento, let me cum. Touch me.”

The answering groan was in your favor, his hand leaving you for a moment to take another drag of his cigarette before placing it back into his mouth and tapped your thighs lightly to stop your grinding before squeezing, “Lift up for me.”

You obliged and lifted up a fraction, Kento’s hand diving up into your dress and pulling your panties to the side not a moment later as he sunk his middle finger first into your pussy before letting his ring finger join when he realized there was no friction and unease from your end. His thumb found your puffy clit and began a harsh roll on it, his fingers in your drenched pussy quick and hard as they curled to stretch you and the sounds of your actions invaded the confined space.

“Hold your dress up. Let me see you,” he groaned, rewarding you with a squeeze onto your thigh with his other hand whenever you obliged him with a whimper. You lifted up your dress high enough to let him watch himself finger you, the obscene squelching of your pussy louder over the low music and slight rain from outside as he kept you steady and viciously finger-fucked you. “Look at you; dripping and ready to cum just from me. You’re a delight,” he rasped out, voice teetering on a heavily ledge the longer he watched his fingers disappear within you and the juices from your pussy splashed out and covered his hand and clothing alike, “I don’t think there’s a more beautiful sight than you right now.”

You moaned louder at his talking, nails digging into his clothes for leverage and the knot in your stomach ballooning outwards and heavier than from before as he curled his fingers harder and faster against the furthest point within you that had your thighs quivering from the rapidness of his fingering and his words. The pushing and pulling back and forth was becoming too much for you as your body began to feel way too hot and your muscles began to constrict, causing you to slightly lean your head back and your spine to arch at all the pleasing sensations. His fingers were so fucking big and thick, the callousness of them more enjoyable than you ever would’ve thought as they helped you reach your haven.

The tension he was adding onto your clit combined with his soft praises egging you on had you spiraling into that electrifying want, your hips wiggling in the same tempo to how he fingered you. His fingers were demanding as they were stretching and curling against you and apart on your insides, the slapping wet noise of your pussy making your cheeks warm and your chest beginning to heave when you felt the stretch behind your naval pull too far. “Kento,” you sighed out into the air above you, “I’m – Don’t stop. I’m gonna – cum.”

It was hard to speak as you sputtered out incoherent whine and your brain sloshed around inside of your head from the pleasure you were receiving, but he didn’t seem to mind at all. “Yeah? You’re going to cum on my fingers like this?” his voice dropped another octave as he continued to watch you squirm, roll, and grind onto his fingers, ignoring the fully hardened presence of his cock straining his pants as he was too focused on getting you to your high first. He pushed his fingers up into you in a mouthwatering tilt as he flexed them harder and pressed down harder against your clit in counter time with when you were swaying back down for another grind, a curse leaving his mouth whenever a louder moan escaped you, “So pretty.”

It was right there – right there, right there, right there. You just needed one extra push, one harder touch onto your throbbing clit for you to cum, as you watched the hood of his car above you swarm with colors until you had to shut your eyes from your oncoming release on the cusp. You wanted to hear his voice once more; just another scalding whisper in your ear or a silky praise for your actions, you really didn’t care what it was. The pressure was too much and weighed heavily within, a warning you were close and it was more than an ordinary orgasm.

“Please – oh fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

The answering sigh made your cunt tremble around him, his eagerness to see you do it triumphing as he gravelly replied and sped up a fraction while taking to speaking for that final shot to get to cross the finish line for your climax.

“Show me how pretty you and this pussy are whenever you cum for me.”

The pressure was distributed fast and had you releasing from the hold on your ecstasy to fall forward and grasp at his shoulders, your hips and body jerking harshly as much as you could as you fought through that undeniable force gushing all beyond your body and out of your cunt. Your pussy clenched and unclenched hard around his still moving fingers, but the throbbing leftover from the action was eye rolling as you felt his hands, his watch, his pants and parts of his car get soaked in your juices from the way you squirted and grow saturated from your trembling orgasm. His name was gasped out in the throes of it once before you became a garble of gasping, your brain addled with just jumbled thoughts pertaining to him and how fucking good you felt from doing all of that, while he goaded you through with tender squeezes and sweet words.

The ecstasy in your veins was loud as he continued to fuck you with his fingers in jerked movements to fully diminish it until he could slow to a stop and you could slacken your thighs from the harsh hold you had on his hand. Your breaths finally calmed down as you relaxed the grip you had on his shoulders while leaning back to see his face once your brain wasn’t just pure gush, finally blinking through the fog of vivid bliss as he pulled free his fingers from you.

You had half a mind to be embarrassed that squirted all over his car and him, getting his expensive watch and his suit covered in your pussy juice, but given from the way he laid there with such an enamored expression staring at his fingers coated in your climax, you really had no room to be embarrassed when he seemed to like it. All the more with his next action that had your body erupting back into chills and your cheeks warming as another prick of arousal brewed within you at the display.

Kento stuck those two fingers into his mouth after retrieving his cigarette in his other, a slow stroke as he sucked them and maintained eye contact all the while, his fingers falling out with a ‘pop!’ before he ran his thumb along his bottom lip to swipe for any excess. He rose an eyebrow at you and narrowed his eyes, “You taste good. Next time, you’ll have to let me eat your pussy,” he paused as he put the cigarette back into his mouth, the attitude leaving for a moment as he regarded you, “Are you okay?”

Despite everything, you still felt your body heat up from the play of his words and his actions and you lifted your leg back up to situate it on the other side of his hip to fully straddle him, coming down onto his lap fully as you felt the full brute of his cock press up against your pussy. Kento grunted from the touch, cigarette bobbing in his mouth and hands coming back to smooth circles onto your hips with his thumbs as he awaited your answer. You knew what it was he was asking along with actual concern over you, and you were ready to tell him that you were more than okay but settled for another approach.

“Still okay, but…” you trailed off for the moment as you slid your hands down his shoulders, gliding meaningfully past his pectorals and flexed abdomen as you came atop his belt buckle, tapping it a few times with your nails before brushing gently over his hardened cock in his pants, “You’re hard.”

His expression wrinkled at the touch, a break in that indifferent mask that had you thinking that you could’ve easily made him putty in your hands by just getting him in your hands or your mouth, and his jaw clenched down to leave his teeth indenting into his cigarette. He eyed you carefully, taking in your form for any other emotions before speaking lowly and gravelly, “It’s all because of you too. What are you going to do about it?”

You hummed and pressed your arms together to accentuate your cleavage, rubbing and palming his dick through his pants as it already felt hot and heavy through the cloth and thick from one touch alone. It had your body buzzing with excitement, your pussy already gaping and throbbing at the thought of getting him inside of you once and for all and sealing the deal in-between your two for good. Your sentimental emotions swelled with your lust, batting your eyelashes at him and leaning forward for a sultry whisper.

“Whatever you want, Kento.

Kento’s expression wrinkled again, brow deepening and eyes hardening once over the name as he let go of one hip and pulled his cigarette out of his mouth to blow out the smog once more into the air, a lethargic manner in his actions as he placed his stick back onto his lip and gave you a slow look over before speaking with finality that had your body shivering.

“Take my cock out.”

A shaky breath left you at the command, adrenaline pumping through your blood rushing within your veins as you blinked a few times and answered quietly, “Okay.” You shifted and leaned back as much as you could in the confined space, fingers moving to undo his belt and get his cock before both his hand curled his fingers around your own to stop you with his thumbs rubbing along your knuckles. You looked back to him and paused at the sheer vulnerability showing on his face, a side of Kento you rarely ever saw as it made your want settle for the moment to hear him out.

“Wait – Are you sure you’re okay? You sound nervous. We can do this another time, or I can drop the play… I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to, and I want you to be comfortable –”

You interrupted him by leaning forward and placing that long-awaited kiss you had been dying for the moment you knew you had feelings for him onto his lips. It was as chaste as they came, your lips molding around his bottom as you puckered and feeling him kissing you back mere milliseconds later when he realized what you were doing. You broke away from him after only a few moments, a soft smack after your lips separated and a sweet smile gracing your lips when you saw him dreamily blink at you like you were some fantasy he had just awoken from.

You giggled and pulled your hands free, flipping the hold to have your fingers curled over his wrists as you lifted to them to sit back onto your waist and you returned to his belt buckle, settling there for the moment as you spoke. “I like what we’re doing, and I'm comfortable, and…” you leant back forward, pressing another sweet kiss to his cheek before whispering into his ear, “I’ve wanted this for a long time.”

Kento slightly shivered underneath you, his swallow being heard from your closeness as you leant back away and let him scrutinize your expression and eyes for any signs that you were lying, and when finding none his eyes warmed back over and he graced you with one of his rare, small smiles at the confession for your want and the kiss. He hummed and lowered his eyelashes, thumbs starting back up that slow roll on your hip bones as the heat in the car simmered around you two.

“So have I.”

You hummed and teased your finger over his zipper, “What do you want me to do?” It was better right then to give your consent as you asked for his that way to get the show rolling faster as you didn’t know how long you’d be able to hold out, nor how long he’d be able to from how ready he felt underneath you.

The flipped switch right back to how it was before, the sentimental emotions being saved for later in a silent agreement between you two from your eyes alone, and he fixed you with a hard look before repeating back that command from earlier before the tension ate you both alive.

“Take my cock out for me.”

You obliged him eagerly, confidence from his compassion and the way you both admitted what you two had been skirting around for so long as you deftly unbuckled his belt in clangs and undid his zipper just as fast. Pulling the front of his pants away allowed you to see the shape of his cock through his briefs (designer too, of course), the front darkened from the presence of his precum as you dipped a finger in the elastic and drug them down far enough to allow his thick cock to bounce free into its fully aroused state. You had been right to assume he was pure girth; a fat cock that was reddened at the tip and ready to get inside of you as you gently curled your fingers around it, squeezing it for a reaction before stroking him a few times to see how he reacted.

Kento hissed through his teeth and gripped your hips harder, bucking upwards from the seat into your hand as you watched the precum ooze out more from his tip and heard the growl he gave in rebuttal. “Don’t tease,” he grunted, using the hold he had on you to slightly lift you upwards, “Let me feel you. I want to be inside of you.”

You sighed at the words as you returned your hand for both of his shoulders, his one hand leaving your hip to grab his cock and slap it against your clit a few times, each soft ‘pat’ of it against you making you squirm from the stimulation and dig your nails into his shoulders in anticipation. “Kento,” you moaned, circling your hips in the air, “Please – I want you.”

“I know, and look at you,” he groaned, giving one harder slap of his tip to your clit and moving to rub along your pussy instead, “You’re still dripping all over me… Just can’t help it, can you?”

You couldn’t see the what he was talking about, but you believed him from how wet your pussy felt again from your earlier orgasm and how aroused you were once more. The car by then was smoldering, the hum of his radio still playing and the rain pattering against his windows and hood as the night went on outside of you two; the world nothing as of then as you two only had room to think of each other for the time being. You moaned and tried to catch him in your cunt, but he was quick to slide away as he waited for your answer.

“I can’t, not when it’s you.”

“Mm, I know, darling, I know. And I wouldn’t want you to either,” he cooed out, making your pussy clench around nothing and your clit tingle with the thought of getting more pleasure. He sighed as he caught himself on your opening again, the heat from you transferring over onto him and making both of your minds hazy with lust for what was to come finally after six months of pining and waiting.

You felt dizzy, but it was mainly from the inflation of emotions warping around your mind and heart, and you moaned again whenever he pressed the tip of himself to breach into for only an inch and his hand left his cock to join the other on your hips again. You waited for him to speak again, savoring the tension and anticipation between you two as it was about to quickly unravel and be replaced with a rushing storm of emotions for the awaited moment that had been brewing for months. And when Kento spoke, he didn’t disappoint.

“Sit on me; nice and slow.”

Eyes nearly rolling back and heart pounding from his command, you listened to him, taking him slow into you as it still did slightly sting no matter how wet and ready you had gotten for him. Perhaps it was because it had been quite a while since you actually had sex and you weren’t getting yourself off with your fingers or with the vibrator you kept hidden under your bed, but you knew what was to be expected since you had taken cocks before and that fear and distress of losing your virginity was long gone. You supposed it was to be expected with him having such a thick cock too.

Inch by inch you slid him into you, biting your cheek and practically holding your breath the entire time as it was a few more moments before the entire brute of him was pushed inside, a gasp falling from your lips as you felt your walls stretch, constrict and throb once you got him where you wanted him. He felt… amazing, and perhaps it might have just been from long you had gotten laid and missing the actual heat of another person – along with the warmth of a cock – but you began to feel your clit and cunt pulse at the mere entrance of him.

“Mm, you’re so thick,” you gasped out against his mouth as he did the same, both your lips continuing to skim across one and another in a fight of the other to give in and go for a kiss. “Feel so full,” you managed as you came back down to sit atop his lap with him completely inside of you.

Kento’s fingers tightened onto you, blunt nails ready to rip through your dress as he hissed at the feeling of your pussy coating him in your heat and wetness, looking up back to your face with his cheeks flushed in a nice blush and his eyebrows arched sensuously along his forehead as he tried to balance the cigarette between his lips still, “Feels good?”

You rolled your hips once, twice and three times before you found a nice rhythm for you both, his cock prodding your insides perfectly and your clit rubbing along his pelvis as you went in smooth motion as you fell deeper into brimming satisfaction and flooding emotions you couldn’t even decipher. “Feels perfect.”

He heavily blinked a few times, guiding your hips the same way he had been doing whenever you had been riding his thigh and you could feel his body relax from its tautness as he watched you ride him while continuing to puff on his smoke. “Yes, that’s it. Such a good girl,” he breathed out, his head falling back to lull on the headrest again as he watched you through lidded eyes, “Just like that. You’re doing so good.”

You moaned at the praise, arching your back and picking up the pace a fraction as your confidence doubled from his words. You nearly felt like you were spinning, your face finding way into his neck as pushed yourself against him to easily rub your clit along his pelvis, wetting his skin in the process from how completely drenched your pussy was. You did smooth roll downs onto his cock, clenching around him to hear him hiss and groan each time he was completely inside of you, and quick roll ups to unclench until you were at his tip and sliding yourself back down to bury himself back inside of you. His cock felt as good as you dreamed it did, each fantasy not even comparing to the actual feeling of him inside of you and the way he throbbed and how hot he felt inside of your soaked cunt with a protruding vein along his cock sliding against your walls so deliciously, you couldn’t help but to start babbling.

“Kento,” you moaned, sliding your hands onto his chest to pinch at his nipples showing through the tight turtleneck as he jerked underneath you and hissed again. You continued on knowing he was listening, angling your head onto his shoulder to look up at him as turned his head fraction to see you better, his cigarette burning mere inches from your lips. “I’ve wanted this for so long. Thought about you and your cock so much.”

Your little confession earned you a groan, locking eyes with him as he took another drag from his cigarette and let a hand come up to cup your jaw as the other one smoothed over your bare back in a rub holding the stick outwards between two fingers to not burn you. You opened your mouth eagerly waiting for the smoke, Kento’s mouth descending onto you not a moment later as the smoke engulfed your mouth the same time his tongue did. He squeezed your jaw as he blew the smoke into your mouth, a moan you gave muffled by the searing kiss and the taste of his harsh tongue that of tobacco and Whiskey. He broke off from you after a few moments, a string of saliva connecting you two as you stuck your tongue for him to press onto again before he retrieved his cigarette and placed it back into his mouth, hands gliding over your back while you remained riding him.

The haziness of the car had your mind spiraling, a quick glance around letting you see the windows had completely fogged over as your hands fisted into his shirt the more you leisurely rode him. It felt sticky and debauch in all its intentions, but neither of you were willing to care and the moment that you had squirted all over him and his car spoke for the both of you for how messy you two were willing to get. Kento spoke again for your attention, calloused fingers rubbing into your shoulder blades and the dip of your back each time you rolled and rocked atop of him.

“Tell me more,” he encouraged, voice getting raspier as you felt his cock pulse within you.

You sighed into his neck, your noises still mellow for the time being, but knowing that was perhaps going to change with the sliver of mischievous inside of you to indulge him in some of your many fantasies that you had. “Thought about you at night a lot, touching myself to the thought of you and wondering how good your cock would feel stretching me open like this.”

Kento rumbled underneath you, his chest vibrating with the low groan as his hands smoothed their way back to your hips to grab onto, a single word leaving him for you to continue. “More.”

“Thought about getting down on my knees and crawling under the table at meetings to let you fuck my throat – making you stay quiet so we don’t caught until you make me swallow all your cum.” Your voice began to get breathier as you increased to pace of your grinding, your clit tingling from the rubbing along his pelvis and his dick snugly inside of you stretching you full all but asking you to enhance the friction and intensity at which you two were going.

He didn’t speak at that time, the grunt doing the most for him as he planted his feet firmly on the floor and pushed up into you abruptly for the words. His head rested back onto the headrest more, his jaw sharp and clenched as you whined from the rough treatment but felt that familiar spark within your pussy for more. However, you continued, one last little fantasy you had spilling out of your mouth in a sultry whisper to his ear to perhaps get him to snap.

“Want you to bend me over the desks at the schools; fuck me hard and make me yours and you cum so much inside of me there’s no way I don’t get pregnant – I want it all, Kento. Please, I’ll do anything.”

He hissed at your bold words as his fingers turned to bruising, stopping your rolling and roughly grinding out his cigarette in his astray before guiding your hands back to sit atop his shoulders as he glared down at you, “You want me to fuck you?”

“Mmm, fuck me, Kento. Give me more.”

Kento groaned the loudest he had done as he slammed up into you again, a squeak leaving you from the harsh thrust as his cock slammed up into your cervix and prickled your spine, before he hissed through his teeth as he goaded you on. “If that’s what you want… Bounce on my cock then and let me see you.”

You panted at the command, brain turning to mush and your need and want for him fueling your body and mind as you wanted to do nothing more than please him. You lifted up away from him and shifted onto your knees again, digging your nails harder into his coat and pushing yourself down experimentally in a swift pace before you resorted to bouncing, his cock breaching further and further inside of you as the slaps of your thighs against his filled up the car and the obscene sound of your pussy squelching with each hit made your cheeks warm. He watched you intently the entire time, fingers still using your hips as leverage to help you bounce up and down harder and faster as his eyes alternated from watching your face, your tits, and his swollen cock sliding in and out of you.

It was so hot, all of your senses completely overtaken by everything that pertained to him as a series of pants, whine, gasps, and moans left you as your pussy greedily swallowed his cock and you bounced on him to his and your own liking to appease you both. You arched your back as your eyelashes fluttered, your stomach tickling with phantom butterflies the longer you took his cock as your second climax was on the brink, leaning your head back with a soft moan fully aware of how hard he was watching your every move.

“Look at you,” he started, a venomous edge to his tone the more you bounced yourself on and off of his cock, “Taking me so easily and pretty – You could’ve been bouncing on my cock sooner, but you wanted to play games, didn’t you?” One hand left your hip, sneaking forward the rub along your clit as you squirmed atop him and felt that coil burn harder. “Wanted me to chase you until you made me give in and now look, you can barely hold yourself up.”

It was true, your thighs were beginning to quiver with the warning of your climax and you resorted to placing your hands behind you atop his knees to steady yourself, finding it easier to bounce that way as Kento’s hand slid along your front to grasp your tit through your dress, kneading one as it made you fall deeper into your paradise in the disguise of your orgasm. “I can – take it,” you huffed out in tune to your bouncing, your face burning at how hard he felt and his filthy talk.  

“Oh? You’ll let me cum inside of you like you want and take it all?”

“Mm, yes,” you moaned louder that time, your back arching harder and your nails beginning to claw into the fabric of his pants as the coil in your abdomen began to unravel at an alarming rate and your clit throbbed underneath his thumb.

“Tell me,” he hissed out again, the glazed look in your eyes warning him you were mere moments away from cumming on his cock, “Let me know how you’ll take my cum.”

Your eyes rolled along with your head, looking back down to him and meeting his eyes as you spilled out that fantasy again in your final moments before climaxing. “I’ll take it all – make you a daddy from how good I take it and keep it inside of me and let you put as much as you want inside of me.”

The answering groan had you bouncing faster, your arms beginning to shake from all the pleasure and your thighs shaking for what you knew what going to be another soul-reaching orgasm. Kento’s fingers dug into your tit through your dress, his thumb speeding up in a punishing pace atop your aching clit as you whined and felt your muscles begin to tense up and your pussy to tighten up around him harder for the impending climax.

“You want me to fill your pussy with cum? Cover your insides in white so that there’s nothing but my cum inside of you?" he all but growled, hips lifting off the seat once more to meet you for each bounce to push you further into cumming. “Want me to stuff you full to the point you can’t hold any more? Pump you full and get you pregnant?”

It was too much, your brain was nothing but complete liquid and the fire behind your naval burned bright one last time before utterly diminishing into a flood of rushing water as keened for him a final time in the throes of your pleasure in a form of babble to give him what he wanted.

“Oh, fuck yes! I want it, Kento. Let me take it!

Your second climax had you rolling your eyes back, back arching dangerously and head falling back into your shoulders blades as a near gospely cry of his name echoed throughout the car from your panting mouth. You could feel yourself shaking like you were cold, your legs and body collapsing atop his chest as they longer could hold you up as your body turned to liquid gold while he continued to fuck you through it. Your world spun in a different array of dyes and euphoria taking ahold of you making you nearly numb, but the only thing keeping you grounded being him. You felt your pussy gush around him, the feeling like nothing you could’ve ever imagined as you pulsed around his cock in a fit of trying to keep yourself steady, yet having little to no success whenever every nerve in your body felt like it was electrified and buzzing along the inside of you. Your thighs were still shaking as you came down through it all, duly noting he was still going to achieve his own as he had resorted to quick, hard bursts of his cock into you that made your hips bounce off of his own from how hard and fast he was going.

You gave a pitiful moan from his cock practically drilling up into your guts, him fucking you so hard like he wanted your head completely empty and only filled with the thought of him, and listened to the curses leaving him about how you had cummed so hard around him and how pretty you looked doing it. Your clit twisted at the praise; his hands hard on your hips as he angled his head down far enough to catch your mouth.

“Kiss me,” Kento begged, “Kiss me one more time before I –”

You didn’t give it another thought, smacking onto his mouth for a fierce kiss with the undertones of hidden message within from the way you both fit each other’s lips so perfectly. You took all of what he had to offer in the kiss, giving what you could in return as you swiped your tongue across his own and moaned into his mouth –

The groan that vibrated your mouth startled you, but the feeling of his cum spurting inside of you and making you feel warm and full completely drove away any other feelings. You eagerly accepted it all, Kento continuing to keep his mouth connected with yours as he came inside of you so hard and so long that you worried that you might’ve not been able to actually take it all from the moment you started to feel full of it all. His thrusts had become slobby and uncoordinated, stabbing you all but with his cock in short, fast jabs upwards before he stopped completely, chest heaving with pants and sweat lining both of your brows as you laid there in the aftermath of sex. He broke free from the kiss seconds after that, head lulling back and blush scattered across his face as his hands moved to rub your back again.

Content to lay there for a minute or two in catch your bearings, you both sat in silence with one and another, the unspoken words about in the sticky air of what was to happen, but the neither of you speaking on them for the time being since you two had already confessed to the mutual desire that was there that wasn’t only just sexual want. The endorphins that had submerged your brain were somewhat harrowing, but you knew if you had Kento there with you it wouldn’t matter since he could easily guide you through if you asked for help. You hummed and snuggled closer into his chest, listening to his heartbeat that was still calming down and noting the completely fogged up window.

You felt Kento legs stretch underneath you, a soft grunt leaving him when his knees from the prolonged sitting and you distinctly felt his cock softening within you, yet not he nor you made any moves to remove yourselves from each other – too enamored with being so close to each other. He sighed a second later and his soothing murmur reached your ears, “Still okay?”

Pressing your nose into his chest to breathe in his scent, you hummed again, feeling drowsy and mumbling back to him. “Always.”

“Are you about to fall asleep?”

“Maybe.”

“We can’t sleep here, we can go back to my apartment. Though… I’m sure they’ll wonder where we are.”

“Like they don’t know.”

He started to knead your shoulders, the action making you all the more ready to start drooling all over his expensive shirts (not like you hadn’t ruined other parts) as you tried to keep yourself above the weighted water of sleep to hear what he had to say. “It seems like his little elaborate plan worked in the end… Not like I wasn’t going to finally pursue you tonight anyway.”

"Pursue me... You make it sound so old-fashioned," you snickered at his tone, lifting your head up a fraction to place a peck onto his mouth, “I think jealousy looks good on you, and we both got what we had wanted for a long time.” You slid your hand up his chest to cup his cheek, dopily smiling at him and the apparent adoration present in his eyes as he looked down at you.

Kento regarded you for a long moment, eyes searching your expression again for anything that may have turned him before he found nothing and leant into your touch. His eyes lidded as he continued to take in you still lying before him like you were, almost like he couldn’t believe you were really in front of him while you watched his expression soften drastically. “You know what this means? I’m in this for the long-run,” he murmured, curling his fingers around your own to pull them off his cheek to kiss your knuckles.

A sigh left you as a tremendous heat busted outwards from your heart, your feelings being recuperated making you grin like an idiot, “Of course, I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

His lips twitched with another small smile, leaning back to press another of the many kisses you two would share before he sat back and basked in the all the emotions and post-coital bliss. It was quiet for a moments as you closed your eyes and nearly nodded off if it weren’t for him speaking up again with a twinge of concern in his voice.

“Please don’t ever try and make me jealous again. I don’t think my heart could take it.”

“No worries, but you have to fuck me like you’re jealous every so often.”

“Deal.”

[why-animals-do-the-thing]

Hi! Your baby lion post made me think of a question. How do zoos tell the difference between animals? Obviously if a cat or dog has kittens you can put a collar on them or some animal safe dye so you can tell the difference, but zoos can't do that for like 99% of their animals.

Do they just take lots of pictures and figure out identifying markings and then just hope they can keep track of which animal is which as they're growing?

This really depends on the species, and the specific animals.

With adult animals, distinguishing features are generally used (although I'm not sure how this works for fish / insects, or if they're even tracked as individuals). Sometimes, though, I've seen zoos use other things: when I went to the Oregon Zoo around Halloween last year, their female polar bears each had a different paw with a shaved patch. It was part of their medical training, but the different location also allowed the staff to tell them apart much more quickly at a glace.

For animals like hoofstock who live in large herds or are very visually similar, colored ear tags can work like the collars you mentioned. They're commonly used in other animal management industries, and while they might not look the most appealing to guests, they're functional and minimally invasive compared to other options.

We've got lots of current and past zoo people on tumblr, I'd love to hear what else your zoos do!

[mwahkazu]

୨୧ synopsis: — you wake up to find your phone flooded with messages from your close friends, all of whom are seeking to the spend the day hanging out with you! how and who will you decided to spend your day with?

꒰ characters: ꒱ wanderer, kazuha, heizou, venti, xiao

꒰ tags: ꒱ gn reader, intended as platonic relationships but is free for interpretation, wanderer is referred to as kunikusuzhi (kuni), college setting

꒰ note: ꒱ a stealing the spotlight special to celebrate this blog reaching 100 followers! as usual i have tagged those from the series to this post encase they’d be interested. thank you all sm again for the endless support <33

golden threads of sunlight filter through the curtains, painting your stilled room in soft orange and yellow hues. a mellow summer breeze sneaks its way in through the small opening of your window, one you had mistakenly left open from the previous night’s endeavors of sneaking out onto the fire escape to get some fresh air after hours of being cooped up in your room studying.

the distant sound of traffic noise and passing metro trains reaches your ears, making you stir in bed as you gradually start to wake up from your deep sleep. at first, you’re thinking it’s still too early for you to be waking up. after all, your alarm hadn’t even gone off yet, so surely you’ve still got another hour or so of sleep left.

but just as you let your head fall back down into your pillow, that cursed sound of your phone’s alarm blares all throughout your room within the next second. so much for getting more sleep.

restraining yourself from throwing your phone against the wall, you shut off the alarm and begrudgingly pull yourself out of bed. once your feet meet the floor, something soft begins to tickle at your skin, the sudden sensation enough to startle you awake as you look down to see the source.

“rosseland?” the cat simply meows in response, affectionately rubbing itself against your legs and emitting soft purrs. a small smile finds its way to your lips. “decided to stick around for a bit longer? well, let’s hope whoever your owner is isn’t freaking out right now…”

you crouch down to give the small feline a few gentle pets on it’s back before beckoning him to follow you into the kitchen for breakfast.

most of the time you find yourself skipping breakfast in the mornings, usually due to the fact that you end up sleeping past your alarm and thus end up in a hurry out the door in order to get to your classes on time. today seemed to be your lucky day though, as not only did you actually manage to get out of bed at the appropriate time, but you got to indulge in a full and gratifying breakfast—cereal.

after serving rosseland a small portion of cat food into his bowl, you walk over to the fridge, grabbing the carton of milk out to pour into your own bowl of cereal. just as you do so, your phone buzzes on the countertop behind you. probably just a random notification from an app you don’t even use.

after a minute, it buzzes again. and again. and again? archons, what in the world is going on?

heaving out a sigh, you walk over to grab your phone. on the homescreen, you’re greeted with several messages, all from five different individuals whom you know all too well. how strange that they all decided to text you separately. there is a group chat with everyone in it so why not text through there?

feeling too tired to question such behavior, you decided to just brush it off and begin going through each person’s messages one by one.

━ ꒰ MSG FROM: KUNIKUZUSHI ꒱

━ ꒰ MSG FROM: HEIZOU ꒱

━ ꒰ MSG FROM: KAZUHA ꒱

━ ꒰ MSG FROM: XIAO ꒱

━ ꒰ MSG FROM: VENTI ꒱

welcome to the 100 followers special for stealing the spotlight !

this is no ordinary event, but one that i have exclusively planned to center around the characters from my smau series that has and continues to receive constant support from all you lovely readers~

therefore, i figured it was only fair to make a special event in which you the audience can have some power in how the story goes. engagement in this event is quite simple.

after reviewing the text messages you received from each character, your job is to accept one character’s offer and then name an activity you’d want to do for the day. once you’ve made your decision, you will submit your choices to my inbox where i will then write out a little headcanon piece for you based on your choice and how i think that will play out :3

IMPORTANT: this event only has 5 slots available, one for each character. there is no guarantee that i will pick your submission as due to time constraints, i can only stick to doing five. once i’ve made the selection, i will compile all five pieces into one post. on there i will be tagging the user that requested, announcing the activity they wrote for said character and then the written headcanons i came up with.

SUBMISSION DEADLINE: march 26 2023

taglist (open 29/30) ; ━ this taglist is dedicated to my smau only! if you are interested in being added to the taglist for the smau, you can either comment on the masterlist post or send to my inbox!

@peaceindreams , @miwafei , @whipped-for-fictionals , @blissfullyapillow , @yotraumainthebuilding , @reixtsu , @almond-t0fu , @quacking-simp , @kika-a , @kookiibun , @silentmissinghallucination , @sleepyeri , @xiaossocksniffer , @14-paradise , @kaitfae , @cupid-spams , @semi-orangeapple , @scarletttcroww , @sl-vega , @ethiy , @swivy123 , @ceneid , @kunikuzushis-darling , @beasalmeh , @enjisthings , @lloovvv , @sn1perz , @dreamyysouls , @glxssmemories

[a-edgar-allan-hoe]

Wild Horses

Part 4

Simon “Ghost” Riley x Doctor!Reader, other characters x reader

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3

A/N: I hope y’all like this chapter and I apologize if it took long! Reblogs and feedback are much appreciated, I love hearing y’alls thoughts. Don't be afraid to stop by and say hi and if there are any ideas you guys would like to have in this story, just let me know! And as always, I hope you lovelies have a beautiful day! 💜💜💜 Also I apologize if some of the tags don't go through, I make sure to add each and every one of you lovelies but the tagging system here sucks ass.

Story Summary: Imagine being the new physician assigned to the team and a certain masked individual takes a new keen concealed interest in you. The two of you are too awkward to function.

Chapter Summary: 🎶Don't be suspicious.🎶

Warnings and notes: language, violence, blood and gore, fluff, angst, slow-burn, mentions of sexual themes

(Quick Disclaimer: I am not a doctor nor have any professional knowledge or experience involving surgical procedures. I am just a student studying in the medical field who has just started taking courses that are more degree-related. So I apologize if some of the stuff may be inaccurate.)

🍂Simon Riley. Simon MOTHERFUCKING Riley. The only man to exist that has managed to accomplish aggravating you in every possible way imaginable. For a woman known to have a great deal of patience, he sure as hell didn’t even need to lift a finger to break that record. Might as well put him in the Guinness Book of World Records for ‘The Most Stubborn Asshole Man Alive’ because you’re pretty sure if you looked up the words stubborn and asshole in a dictionary, his face would pop up.

🍂All you did was help stitch him up from a gunshot wound that could’ve gone way south if not done correctly. And when you tell him to come to you if he has any injures or illnesses because you want to help him, what does he do? What does this asshole of a man do? Insults you! Right to your face! I mean sure it wasn’t a direct insult nor were any of his words particularly insulting, but it was still rude and it offended you.

🍂“Meh don’ bother. I’m a big tough dummy and I eat rocks and tea for breakfast. I don’ need your help.” You mock with a shake of your head and a widened stance, mimicking both the voice and stature of the masked English soldier. The little ‘altercation’ had left you nearly fuming, pushing you to go outside to get some of that chilly night air in order to cool off. “I bet you use Gorilla Glue on all your wounds and call it a day.” You scoff, returning to your original posture. You better pray Ghost isn't lurking around somewhere unless you want your ass beat.

🍂Your dad had always taught you kindness and patience, being the down-to-earth soul he was, but boy was this man absolutely testing the everlasting shit out of you. You almost had to mutter out a small apology in your father’s honor for the obscene and colorful language that fell from your lips. But the more you thought about the absolute 6'4 idiot of a man, the more you became frustrated over it. All that body mass and not a single ounce of a brain. How he has managed to come this far without dying of an infection, you have no clue.

“Hope you like that fucking sour apple Dum-Dum you lollipop thief. You’re lucky I don’t dye your stupid mask pink.” You don't know what came in you in that heated moment but next thing you know you were practically planning your funeral and writing a will of your inheritance for your cat back home. Because if there's one thing you shouldn't do, it's kicking a random metal can just lying around on the street. Let's just say you were fucked because the sound that came out of you was equivalent to the screeching of a dying narwhal. The way the throbbing in your big toe had you clutching the wall and wheezing like a fish reeled right out of the water begging the creator for mercy was enough to produce some sweat out of you. And just your luck, as if the night couldn’t get any worse, Price had heard the noise and went to investigate it. Shouldn't this man have better things to do?

The face you pulled would have risen some concern from your colleagues back at the hospital in the states, a widened smile and pain-filled eyes, and you can’t help but to thank the poorly lit lamp streets for obstructing it. You swear you feel like your head is about to explode from the way you tried to keep it all together. But as Price asked if you were alright, looking over your stiffened and awkward stance, one hand out on the wall and your injured foot crossed over the other, all you could do was nod frantically and let out a wheezed ‘Yup. Finer than frog hair split four ways’. You pray that he doesn’t think you’re constipated or something from the strain in your voice. Coward. I would have faked a fall and had him carry me over the threshold.

Price of course doesn’t get American lingo and has no clue what the fuck you just said but takes it as a yes. Just you wait till he goes back in and tells the others what he heard. The man practically opens up the computer and searches up the phrase that you uttered just to find the meaning, all while the others crowd around. And after scrolling through a bunch of different articles involving different American slang, they collectively decide to learn a bunch of them in order to communicate with you. I lied. Because literally from this day forth, they randomly spit out different words and phrases just to tease your American accent. Actually Soap is the only one who does that………….just Soap.

Anyways……..

When Price finally closes the door behind him, you’re back to gritting your teeth and cursing at the pain in your toe and blaming it for your misfortunes, waiting a couple minutes so as to not run into the captain or the others before hurrying limping back into the building and into your room.

What did I tell ya. Should have just asked for Price to carry you back.

After inspecting your toe as what felt to be broken, you were glad to find out that it was just a grade 1 sprain. As painful as it was, for a successful recovery all it needed was some ice, taping, drugs, and a lot of rest. Rest......right. Like you were gonna get any of that.

Should've just reported it to Price.

Guess you can add one more injury to your list of things that are in the process of healing. The men come back from the mission bloodied and bruised with gunshot wounds, and you…….well you sprain your toe from trying to kick a can of beans or whatever the hell that stupid metal cylinder was filled with.

As if you weren't stressed enough before. Now you had to worry about hiding this tiny injury from the rest of the team to prevent them worrying about you. Also because you don’t want them to start asking questions about how it happened in the first place and find out that a can of beans was the culprit behind it. Hm, sounds a lot like someone else.

When you finally laid in bed that night, drugged out on melatonin and pain killers and wearing an oversized tee and a pair of shorts, you couldn’t stop drumming your fingers against your stomach, your injured foot propped up on a pillow with your big toe wrapped and taped up looking like you borrowed Fred Flintstone’s foot. Now just how were you going to hide that? It’s not like you can just grab a pair of those circus clown shoes or an orthopedic boot or some crutches and hope no one notices. And while you stared up at the ceiling, the drumming of your fingers coming to a stop as you contemplated on the idea while waiting to crash out from the melatonin you took, there is only one thing left that came to mind. So, in one swift motion, you grab the spare pillow closest to you and scream into it. A really long, really shrill scream that would have put the banshees to shame. Yup. You can now say you had officially reached your breaking point.

And what happens when you’re stressed? You have strange dreams, like really strange dreams. I’m talking weird vivid outlandish shit that feel too real kind of dreams. Because when you wake up the next morning, sweat beaded at your forehead, you can only think about the very explicit dream you had last night. The one involving you and the team and a series of very……………how can I say this, rated porn shit. It all felt real, too fucking real, because when you move your legs over to hang off the side of the bed, there’s a tenderness there and well………….everything else that comes with it.

“Yo what the actual fucking shit.” You groan, resting your elbows onto your thighs as you shove your face into your hands and rub at your forehead and cheeks.

How the hell were you going to face the team after waking up from something like that? You could almost paint a picture of the entire sequence as if it just happened, and boy was the image going to be burned into the back of your mind like the searing of a branding iron.

You were embarrassed just thinking about it. Every time you closed your eyes, you were reminded of the way their hands and lips roamed every inch of your body, the way their skin almost burned against yours, the stubble of their facial hair grazing against the sensitive skin that lined your inner thighs and the wetness of their tongues, the sounds of their low grunts and moans that escaped from deep within their chests that mingled with your soft ones as their heated breaths fanned your neck, the sharp smell of metal that paired with the rhythmic swaying of their dog tags as they dangled above you with each movement, and the pulling sensation in the pit of your stomach after reaching your high with each of them.

And then there was Ghost, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest, the way he looked you over with disgust while you were on your back when each of them hovered over you. And when he finally stood in front of you, when there seemed to be no one else, glaring down at you from under that mask of his, and uttering one single phrase, 'you harlot of a tart', you woke up. Typical ole Ghost. An asshole in reality and an asshole in dreams.

You needed air, a shower, and a change of clothes, desperately. Price had given you the day off when you finished patching the men up last night. And that is exactly what you were going to do. But first you needed to clean yourself up, preferably with holy water if there was any, and then........well...you needed to get out of this building and get some fresh air because what in the 60s psychedelic orgy was that.

Lazily getting up from your bed, you quickly tie your tangled hair up in a simple bun and slide on a pair of slippers over your fuzzy socks, throwing on your plush Grogu and Mandalorian patterned robe over your sleeping clothes and pulling the hood of your robe over your head to provide extra warmth. Today was a much needed day off after the shit storm that was yesterday. As part of your regular morning routine on the days you didn't work, you grab your other mug that you finally found after rummaging through your things; the one shaped like the head of Kermit the Frog and decide to make yourself a cup of coffee to wake yourself up first and foremost.

Making sure to balance your weight on your uninjured foot, you wobble over to the kitchen, your empty mug in hand and your bottle of pain pills in the other that rattled slightly every time you dragged your feet across the floor. Your eyes tear up as you let out a long and dragged out yawn, squinting in the process which prevents you from seeing just what you were walking into as you place your mug on the countertop with a high-pithed clink.

If you thought today was going to have some mercy on your poor soul........................well you're wrong. Because while you have your back turned to the dining table behind you as you try to start up the coffee machine, you had forgotten that the thing was still broken in the first place, and also the fact that you live with five, now six, other men, and their eyes were now all on you. Girl if you don't turn your ass around-

"Mornin-"

"Sweet baby Jesus!" You nearly jump a foot into the air, spinning around in a frenzy with a wild look to see that the whole crew had been at the dining table the entire time and that you weren’t the only one scared out of their wits.

Did you just say ‘sweet baby Jesus?’ They haven’t heard that one before.

You stare wide-eyed in fright at the men seated at the table, your hair a mess and your heart so close to bursting out of your ribcage you swear you'd have to chase after it as you clutch the counter behind you.

There is an obvious awkward silence in the air as everyone stares at the inharmonious mess that is you and your startled state, curiously eyeing the large Grogu ears that were attached to the sides of the hood of your Star Wars plush robe and your bare calves that peeked out from underneath the hem down to your fuzzy socks that had cats all over it. You're practically following their eyes as they look over to your bottle of pills and your Kermit mug on the counter beside you before looking back at you. Oh to be able to read what went through their heads.

Despite your clashing wardrobe that made him question your taste in attire, there was one thing Ghost had focused on more, one that was obvious to those who knew it, a dainty tattoo of the unmistakable silhouette of a rose along the side of your calf. Was that the same rose off of Depeche Mode's 'Violator' album cover? It sure was, because right in the center of the stem where the rose was cut off, were the words 'violator' in cursive. Be still his heart. Is this man planning a proposal and your entire wedding? He was almost curious to find out what other bands or artists you listened to. Maybe he'll sneak a peek at your playlist-

"Howdy! You eh...........ya look worn slap out......I reckon." Soap smiles, trying to mimic the southern American accent but failing miserably, which only earns a round of groans of agitation at the table as the team roll their eyes. All but König of course, he's just as clueless as you are. He wasn't there when the team were searching up American slang.

You-what? The hell is this man on about?

"Jesus-" Price rolls his eyes at Soap's antics as he goes to take a sip of his coffee.

"......................" You're still mute. Your eyes dart between each of them, your thoughts only replaying the pornographic images of your dream as this sudden irrational fear begins to develop that they might be able to get a glimpse of your thoughts. Make a run for it-

"................Ye awright there wee lass? Yer lookin’ a bit peely wally." Soap's smile drops.

You're lookin a bit what?

"Mate, shut up." Gaz whispers to Soap after noticing your disconcerted expression. It was making him nervous, no doubt, and the fact that you weren't saying anything only made it worse.

The whole team were practically waiting for you to say something, but all you could do was stare. Girl either you say something or just take your clothes off and let them have you right then and there on the dining table, bandaged toe and everything if your dream distracts you that much-

"Guten morgen schatz (good morning love)." König sent a wave in your direction to try to ease the tension only to drop his hand back down after seeing that you did not respond. Poor dude is worried you’ve fallen ill and is practically sitting on the edge of his seat, analyzing every detail of your body language and ready to leap to your rescue in case you show any signs of falling unconscious.

Even Ghost couldn't stop the annoyed sigh/huff that escaped, shaking his head at the uncomfortable and nuisance of a situation as he took a sip of his tea, the motion catching your attention. That is when you first noticed that he had the lower half of his mask lifted up to his nose. Was this the first you had seen of part of his face? You found yourself tracing over the outline of his jaw and the cool-toned, medium blonde stubble the color of pale sand after a storm that lined the skin there, following along the curves of his lips and noticing the small scar that traveled down until his words from your dream echoed in your head, the same lips that said to you 'you harlot of a tart'. And as you lifted your gaze to his eyes, you found them narrowing at you. Shit.

"There's uh.......there's a cuppa coffee for you in the fridge there." Price nods towards the fridge near you, hoping that would snap you out of whatever trance you are in. I mean if you don't want it, I'll take it.

"....................." You had this overwhelming urge to puke and the last thing you wanted was to unload your stomach's contents of microwaved pasta right in front of everyone.

"Eh....estas bien amor? (you alright love?)" Alejandro's words pull you out of your thoughts. Oh what I would give to have this man ask me if I'm alright-

Bitch just say something-

“Блядь (fuck).”

Wha-what? That’s not what I meant-

The men quickly give each other a glance from the side of their eye. Did you just blurt something in Russian?

".................sorry what?” You squint with a scrunch of your nose, pulling the collar of your robe over your braless chest as a faint heat rose to your cheeks, utterly terrified to look them in the eye lest you'd get flashbacks. Should've just made a run for it when you first saw them-

More silence, nonexistent chirping of crickets that makes you want to crawl into a hole and decompose. Then there is the sound of someone slurping. Who-NOW WHO'S SLURPING?

"Sorry." Gaz utters a quick apology, dragging his tongue over his lips as he places his cup of tea down on the table.

"The coffee machine is broken love." Price adds.

"I know that." You state with a blink, startling the men on how quickly you suddenly respond as if nothing happened as you shove your bottle of pills in the pocket of your robe before unplugging the machine from the wall and tucking it under your arm.

The team can't help but watch as you leave the area with your mug in hand and the coffee machine in the other, each of them as confused as the next. What in the-

"What the bloody hell was that?" Price blurts out.

"Don' know. Anyone know what's the matta' with her?" Gaz watches you go with concern in his brow.

"Ah dinnae ken." Soap shrugs as he takes a sip of his coffee. "Ah think some nugget-lavvy-heid meid her up tae high doh."

"Mate," Gaz rubs his face. "English-"

"Ah said." Soap translates. "Ah think some eejit has riled her up."

The way Ghost nearly snaps his head to glare at the Scot. Why does he have a feeling he was talking about him in particular? There's absolutely no fucking way-Wait. The lollie. The fucking sour apple lollie. Was that some kind of an insult?

"Well that's a load of rubbish." Price comments. "If ye ask me, she's just knackered from mending yer sorry arses up."

The way Soap, Alejandro, König, and Ghost glare at him.

"Yeh but......why'd she take the coffee maker?"

"She's prolly gonna give it a fix." Gaz answers Soap's questions with a shrug.

Soap sits back in his seat with a pause, pondering on what Gaz had just said before turning to him with a confused look. ".................but ah thowght she's a doctor."

"Fuckin' hell Soap."

By the time that you return to your room, slamming the door behind you, you're already cussing yourself out for acting the way you did back there. Now they definitely were going to think that something was wrong with you. And if they did, what would you say? That you had a dream y'all were playing multiplayer adult twister? No. HELL NO. You'd almost prefer them to think you were a spy and take you out-and I don't mean take you out as in dinner, I mean take you out as in a firing squad take you out. All the waterboarding and the fingernail-pulling in the world could not pry that info out of you. If only that dream did not affect you as much, if only.

Hm. You know what, maybe Ghost IS to blame in all of this. You only get wacky dreams when you're stressed. After all, he was the one who got under your skin, not Soap, not Gaz, nor Price, definitely not Konig, and not even Alejandro.

There was only one other person who ever managed to get on your nerves the first time you got to know them, only one person who never failed to make you roll your eyes every time they opened their mouth: your ex. But even then, at least the two of you got along no matter the snarky comments you made towards each other. And as annoying as he was at times, he always found a way to bring a smile onto your face no matter how hard you tried to hide it. Ghost on the other hand, well…….he’s something else alright. This man literally has you wanting to rip your own hair out and hike to the Himalayas to seek some kind of therapy yourself.

"God I'm such an idiot." You growl between clenched teeth, tossing the coffee machine into the trash before limping around your room with your hands on your hips. You definitely needed to get out of the building or else you just might go mad. And with the men there who just witnessed you at your most vulnerable and natural self, the last thing you wanted was to be within their vicinity. Changing out of your sleeping pajamas, you threw on an oversized hoodie and a pair of sweats, grabbing one of your beanies and tucking your hair into it before throwing on a pair of sneakers. You’re already cracked out on pain meds so you might as well run a few errands while you're out, as well as grab a new coffee machine because god knows that's the only thing that keeps you sane these days. You’re so caught up in the process of rushing to get the hell out of there that you fail to notice the masked soldier standing right beside your door a foot away.

“Holy fucking-!” You jump in your skin, hand clutching your chest once you notice Ghost leaning against the wall in the same exact stance like in your dream. Jesus fucking Christ. “Ghost! I uh did not see you there. You nearly had me rushing to the hospital for heart failure haha.” You laugh nervously through your teeth, trying to maintain your polite manners as to not anger the contracted killer. What the hell is he doing here and what does he want? Sending the man a polite smile in hopes that he would just go about his business, you pull your keys out of your pocket, the jingling of the metal making up for the extreme silence that filled the dusty air between the two of you.

“………………………”

Jesus fucking christ. He's just standing there isn't he-

"Uh. Can I help you?” You ask, turning to the man who only stared in your direction, as still as an unused puppet. Only he seems to ALWAYS have something up his ass. At least a puppet talks.

Damn that fuckin politeness of yours, Ghost thought to himself. “......................You're bein’ dodgy." He did not like the way you were acting back there. It was as if you were hiding something. And being the person he was, he found it suspicious.

Oh if he were to see the reason behind it. You're pretty sure it would make his mask blush.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." You press your lips together, fixating on your keys in your hands as you try to lock your door.

"Your behavior. You're up to something."

Ah yes. Good ole Ghost. Trusting no one but himself, the little shit-

"Says the one standing right outside my room." You mutter to yourself, cursing under your breath at the way you fumbled your keys and were unable to lock your door due to how he glared at you as if you had put salt instead of sugar in the queen's tea. You bet your bottom you probably looked like a shmuck struggling with something as simple as locking the fucking door. If this dumbo doesn't scram-

"Come again?"

This man was really starting to get on one of your last nerves. “What? Didn't anyone ever tell you it’s rude to lurk outside a lady’s door? You can get your ass tased for some shit like that.” You snark before letting out a quick breath of air at finally getting your key in the lock. One step closer to getting the hell out.

There it is, the real you. Ghost almost can't help the way a slight amusement builds within him at watching you get riled up like this, the faintest hairline of a smirk begging to pull at the corner of his mouth. But despite his little fragment of entertainment from the show of emotion he had managed to string out from you, he had to remind himself the real reason he was here. “The hell are you up to?”

“Nunya.”

“Nunya?” Ghost narrows his eyes, not sure what you were getting at and at the same time not liking where this was going. He swears if this is one of your little tricks-

“Nunya damn beeswax that’s what.”

“What-“ Ghost straightens himself off the wall, hands lowered to his sides. Okay now you were just annoying.

“How was the sour apple lollipop?” You remark, not being able to hold back the snide comment that slipped from your lips. You prayed he would get the meaning behind your little 'token of gratitude' from last night.

You should not have said that-

Bitch I’d become a track star in the fraction of a second-

“You-“ Ghost takes a step towards you but stops from the way you whip your head towards him.

“I know you did it, you little burglar. What, you think I wouldn’t notice that some fish-and-chips-eating crackpot was ransacking my lollipop stash?”

Da foq did you just call him? Ghost is stupefied as he stands there blinking at you, hands ever so slightly tensing. How the bloody hell did you find out? Did you know about the apples as well? Please don't know about the apples- And as he tries to open his mouth to say something, you don't even give him a chance.

“You know, for someone that is known to be stealthy and whatnot, you sure do leave a mess of your Sephora eyeshadow everywhere.”

Oh now you’ve definitely popped a nerve.

“What? You gonna stab me?” You quirk a brow at watching him tense up. “Please, be my guest. Just make sure it’s quick and that I’m officially dead so my student debt disappears.”

Bitch don’t give him a reason tf-

Jesus you talk a bloody lot when you’re nervous, Ghost looks at you confused as he cocks his head back. Well he sure didn’t expect that answer. Doesn't change the fact that he's pissed though.

“You know, you should be glad I didn’t write your Skeletor ass up for not only neglecting medical treatment but also stealing my damn treats.”

“Ye’ve got some nerve ye little tosser-“ Ghost grabs you by your upper arm and yanks you to him as he glares down at you.

Your poor toe-

“Ow! Someone outta teach you some manners.” You sputter, surprised from his sudden and forceful movement. And yet, you can’t help but find yourself flustered at being manhandled no matter how much you tried to preserve your vexation towards him. Ohhh, were you attracted to this? Wait, am I attracted to this???? Nah-

“Yer a real pain in the arse you know that.” Ghost can’t help but to roll his eyes, knowing damn well he did not handle you that roughly to begin with, despite your reaction.

But you and I know it’s just your toe-

“Yeah no shit. I’ve been told.” You roll your eyes in a dramatic manner. “But if you wanna be real, you’re like a bad hemorrhoid if we’re being honest.”

Did you just-

“Whot the bloody hell did yuh just call me?” Ghost snarls as he yanks you even closer to him, your chest bumping into his. Did you just call him a fucking hemorrhoid?

The jerky movement elicits a small gasp from your lips, pried right out of your lungs before you glare back at him with as much as you can muster; your jaw clenched, brows drawn together, and your eyes shooting straight up into his even more menacing ones. You try not to think about those nonexistent slander of words he uttered to you. Dream or not, that shit hurt. And as you think back to the dream you had, you were swiftly brought back to the circumstance right in front of you, immediately aware of the lack of distance between the two of you and the way your chest was pressed up against his.

A heat starts to form in the pit of your stomach, slowly making its way from your core and unfurling out to every inch of your skin, like being brushed over with a velvety feather under the warmth of the sun. His grip on your arm is almost revering if it weren't for its threatening nature as you stare up at him, and you swear you could feel the subtlest shift in his fingers through the thick fabric of your hoodie from the way his thumb ever so slightly grazes across. Your sharp gaze softens, admiring the way the sun's rays from the nearby window lit up his lashes like wisps of gold, like the feathers of an oriole bird soaring over the deep brown valleys that resemble his eyes.

He smelled like last night’s whiskey, a hint of the cigarette he smoked this morning, and his cologne that smells of sandalwood and pine trees. It’s almost refreshing. And in this moment, you don’t even care that you literally look like a teenage boy with your hair tucked into your beanie, wearing a pair of converse and your vans baggie hoodie and sweats. There was only one thing on your mind, one thing only.

“Let go of me.” The only words you managed to breathe out.

“Or what?"

“…………..I’ll scream.”

*cue Princess Leia's theme*

Kiss him. *insert Emperor Palpatine voice* Do it-

You found yourself burning for this innate desire, this need for him to push you against the wall and have his way with you, to have him lift the bottom of his mask and feel his lips on yours, traveling down to the angle of your jaw and your neck and just about everywhere there was you, all of you. Simon had noticed this sudden shift in your demeanor, the way your biceps loosened under his fingers through the course fabric of his gloves, the way your lashes fluttered against the ridges and deep ravines of your irises as you stared up at him with a far-off look that yet seemed so close. Were you-no, can't be.

The way you looked under him appeared to lure him in, not to mention your scent, that same perfume that seemed to have dug its claws into him since the moment he first met you. His eyes now lowered to your parted lips as he found himself focusing on their shape and the short shallow breaths that drifted through, wondering about how they'd feel, their softness, their taste. And as his head lowered just the smallest inch towards you, he noticed once more the small circular scar on the side of your neck. Only this time, he was finally able to make out what it was, and it reminded him too much of his own past. How that scar came about to form on your skin, he had no clue. But it was none of his concern, he had to tell himself. Clenching his jaw, Ghost drew himself back, once again returning to that cold and forbidding presence that was there before.

Actually it’s a good thing you didn’t try to score a smooch. You’d probably just get WWE body-slammed-

“Can I go now?” You clear your throat. “I’ve got chickens to tend to and errands to run.”

"What errands?"

"Why? You gonna help me pick out some zucchinis?" You cock your head back. "Now if you could release that lego grip of yours I'd appreciate it."

Ghost lets out a hmph, the only thing he can do despite his frustration as he loosens his grip just as you tear your arm away from him.

“Thank you." You give him a condescending smile before reaching into your tote bag to grab something while Ghost watches you intently, hoping it’s not another lollie. Lies. Y'all know he wants one-

“Here are your blood results by the way since you refused to stop by my office to go over them.” You slap the papers onto his chest, which earns you another glare from him. “So don’t come whining to me when you don’t understand a thing it says on there.” You snark one last time before heading off to the front entrance.

"Oh and another thing." You turn back around. "I'd cut down on the smoking and drinking if I were you."

All Ghost could do was watch you walk off with the slightest stomp in your step before breathing out a “Fuckin h-“

“Goddamn son a bitch.” You grit your teeth, stuffing your hands in the pocket of your hoodie once you step out of the building. You swear that man goes out of his way to annoy the everlasting shit out of you. “Fucking shitbag cumguzzler ass-OH MY GOD!”

You stop suddenly at the sound of a small animal, your eyes wide and mouth hung open as you look towards the ground to see a tiny tabby kitten trotting in your direction from the bushes, it's tail fluffed straight up in the air as it was excited to see you.

“Hi there little guy.” You coo at the small ginger ball of fur making its way towards you before bending down and reaching a hand out. "What're you doing here all by yourself huh?"

The kitten stares at your outstretched hand, giving it a sniff before finally rubbing its head against your palm with its eyes shut. You almost had to bite your tongue from the squeal that just ripped out of your throat. I lied. You did squeal.

“Ahhh omg." Your smiled, your heart swelling at seeing the kitten warm up to you as it came up even closer and lifted its tiny paws to rest up on your bent knees. It was as if you had completely forgotten the mayhem that was today, as if it was just you and this tiny kitten and no one else.

"Oh you’re coming home with me.” You carefully pick up the kitten with both your hands before cradling it against your chest, stroking your tired fingers through its soft and yet dusty fur.

“Mew.” The kitten let out another meow, the small rumbling in his chest vibrating against yours as his pupils widened, nearly blackening out his pale yellow irises as he stared up at you.

“You know what." You gasp. "I shall call you Spot." (Kudos if you know where the name is from.)

“Mew”

“You don't have any siblings hiding out in the bushes ready to jump me and steal my credit cards do ya?"

“Mew.”

“Shit.” You mutter out, your smile dropping as a realization comes to you. How the hell were you going to hide the kitten?

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[nexysworld]

Summary: While away on a business trip, your hybrid boyfriend decides to surprise you upon your return home. Pairing: Hybrid!Leon x Fem!Reader Tags: NSFW, MDNI, Smut, use of sex toys, pussy eating, hybrid smut

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A/N: I dedicate this one shot to Kenny @dollfacefantasy. She's the best, you should check out her writing, without her inspiration this one shot wouldn't have been possible. Love you Kenken!!

Honorable mentions to @explorevenus, @kaitkatme, and @gigabyte-flare for supporting my work and being awesome too! Also @ghostkennedy and @tosuckmyweenis <3

For the longest time a hybrid hadn’t been something you considered getting, but recently having to relocate for work, you found yourself often feeling lonely hauled up in your apartment each night. Toying with the idea of a traditional pet, it just didn’t seem like the exact type of companionship you were looking for –  you needed something more. The concept of a hybrid was just so strange to you though, they were sentient, capable of nearly all things people were, but spliced with animals to aid in things like companionship and work. 

There’d been a lot of back and forth in the media between whether or not hybrids were ethical to begin with in addition to if adopting them was even morally correct as well. It was something you hadn’t put much thought into until you stumbled into the local shelter one day, peering around. 

The best way to describe it was like a jail– if each cell was its own little apartment. The cement walls and flooring, along with the barred doors were very reminiscent of a traditional shelter, but inside each room were individual hybrids with their own little decorated room. As you walked by, most ran up to you, tails wagging, excitement written on their face as they shouted greetings at you. 

Puppy hybrids with their tails wagging like helicopters, cats with their ears twitching eyes narrowing as you passed them – even bunnies bouncing up and down at the prospect of an owner. As adorable as it was, none of them really caught your eye, at least not enough to commit to taking home. 

Close to the end of the fluorescently lit hallway, you found what you almost thought was an empty kennel until your eye caught the glimpse of someone sitting in the corner. He was unlike anything you’d ever seen before, sky blue eyes, a face framed by fluffy blonde hair. The bomber jacket he wore suited him so well. “Leon, huh?” You asked, after peering over at the informational plaque on the wall. 

The sound of your voice caught his attention as he shot you a weak smile in return. “Uh yeah, that’s me alright.” “I like that name.” Glancing back over to the plaque you could see that he previously worked for the government, was well behaved, and was good at adapting. “Leon, how would you feel about coming home with me?” His cool demeanor didn’t change, but you could see the shocked written on his face, there only for a second before his iced it back over with his neutral expression. “Are you for real?” “Of course I am, why wouldn’t I be?”

Hesitantly, he made his way over to the bars that separated you two, tilting his head to the side he looked you up and down processing for a moment. Finally a smirk came over his plush lips. “If you’re sure, I’d be happy to keep you company.” 

***************

That was three years ago. 

Since then Leon had become more than a close companion to you. His corny jokes and dry sense of humor lived rent free in your head any moment you were away from home. Loneliness was a thing of the past when you could curl up with him on the couch and fall asleep to the ambient sound of the tv playing in the background.  Leon had opened himself up to you as well, explaining that unlike most hybrids he wasn’t born this way. Several years back he had to escape from a place called Raccoon City after a massive bio disaster occurred – you’d never even heard of that place before, but the seriousness in his voice had silenced any questions or lingering doubt. After said incident, was when he was forced into a government program, trained to be a federal agent. Once his contract was over with, he could no longer return to a regular human-lived life, the shelter was the only other option.  His story made your heart ache, but you settled on being content with the idea of finally being able to provide him with a happy home filled with love and relaxation.

At some point, not that you could remember when exactly, your relationship had changed. There was an unspoken tension that neither of you dared act on, until it built and built into a volcanic level eruption between you. One bad day at work was all it took for him to have you bent over the couch, rutting into your wet folds with abandon as you cried his name out, desperately clawing at the furniture beneath you. Suffice it to say, Leon became your companion in more ways than one. 

***************

The moment the front door swung open you nearly tackled him to the ground in a hug. “God I’ve missed you, Lee.” “Missed you too baby.” He said with a chuckle, wrapping you into a tight hug. It’d only been a week, but that business trip had lasted far too long in your opinion. The only saving grace was you managed to get back to town just in time for your official one year anniversary of dating.

Finally letting go of him, you stood back and gasped once you really got a good look at him. “Lee where’s your–?” He cut off your question with a deep kiss, pulling away before pressing another to your cheek. “Shhh baby, no questions yet. Not when I have a present for you.” 

You wanted to protest but the excitement in his eyes prevented you from doing anything but following him down the hall, now laced with pink and red flower petals, to the bedroom. Excitement flurried around your stomach as you barely contained your giddiness. 

The bedroom was dimly lit and the scents of lavender and vanilla wafted into your nose, the bedding had been swapped out for a satiny red set. In the dead center was a heart shaped box, a huge bow on the top. 

Leon stepped out of the way so you could move forward. “Go on, open it.” 

Hesitantly you pulled one end of the ribbon undoing the bow, carefully pulling the lid off. By now you could feel Leon’s hot breath on your neck as his hands came up around you, cupping your breasts through your shirt. “Faster baby, I wanna see you get to the good part.”

“Ok, ok!” You exclaimed shuddering under his touch, wetness already forming a spot in your panties. Parting the tissue paper inside the box, there it was an ivory colored dildo. Confusion hit you first as you gently picked it up. It looked exactly like Leon’s, from the thick shaft even down to the shape of the balls, decorative swirls and designs were carved into it, giving it a ribbed texture. The material wasn’t something you recognized initially, as the outward coating made it feel like glass, until it hit you. “Leon… is this?” “Sure is.” He replied nuzzling into your neck again, sucking a bruise into the skin. The feeling of his whiskers always sent delightful tingles down your spine. “Didn’t want you to have to miss me while you’re away anymore.” 

“But your tusks?” “They grow back.” He said nonchalantly, turning you to face him. “What do you think? I carved it myself.” “Lee, it’s beautiful…god I can’t wait to try it out.” “Why wait?” A devious smirk came to his lips as he pushed you back onto the bed. “Wanna see you enjoy your present.” Leaning on top of you he brought his lips to yours one more time before sitting up to yank your bottoms down, pulling your panties along with them. 

He wasted no time in yanking you towards him, legs tossed over his shoulders as he dove into you like it was the first meal he’s had since you’d been away – lapping a line through your soaked folds. The thick whiskers tickled at your thighs, making you squirm against his flattened tongue, the mix of pleasure and tingles making you whine. “There we go baby, so wet and ready.”  He pressed a teasing kiss to your clit before pulling back just enough to reach over and grab the tusky dildo from you clenched hand. He held it against your folds, running it up and down, swirling the tip over your clit making you jolt as firecrackers of pleasure sparked from your core to your fingertips. 

He slid it into your hole slowly, careful to not hurt you and to allow you to feel each ribbed indentation before it was bottomed out to the base. “That’s it baby, that’s my good girl.” He cooed, pumping it in and out of your hot little pussy setting a rhythmic pace. He marveled at the way your back arched and head tossed back before he returned to lapping his tongue over your clit, in tandem with the movement of the present in his hand.  The overwhelming sense of pleasure coupled with your neediness for him made you grasp at his blonde locks to ground yourself. Toes curling with the oncoming orgasm that was so close, you choked out a cry, tight walls clenching around the porcelain coated tusk buried in you. It was a sensation like no other, and soon the pressure that built up exploded – white splotches filled your vision and your legs shook as pleasure consumed you in waves. Little aftershocks tickled along your skin, nerves a livewire.

He left the toy inside of you as he began to kiss his way up, first your thighs then your hip, before planning a kiss to your tummy. This time the feeling of his whiskers pulling a giggle out of you between panted attempts at returning your breathing to normal. Stopping for a moment only at your chest, he gripped your shirt that he’d pushed up before lapping at one pebbled nipple, sucking it gently into his mouth.

He pulled off with a pop capturing your lips once more in a tender kiss. “Happy anniversary baby.”  “Happy anniversary.” You replied, bringing your thumb up to rub over the spot where his tusks had been shaved down. The skin surrounding the ivory mounds was soft, leaving only the flattened discs of where his tusks used to be. Leaning up you gave him a kiss on his flattened nose. “My handsome little Walrus.”

[shares-a-vest]

@steddiemas Day 19: Steddie as Dads (Trope Tuesday)

wc: 1.4k | Rated: T for suggestive language and flirtatious banter | cw: Eddie is trans in my Joanie Munson AU and gave birth to Joanie. This fic contains one mention of pregnancy and the possibility of having a baby.

Tags: Steddie Dads, Trans Eddie Munson, Growing Family, Getting Interrupted, Christmas Night, Christmas Presents, Kid Fic

Note: I knew Joanie's Furby would have to make a reappearance after I wrote THIS drabble for Black Friday. Also, I started drafting this fic for Day 3 (Needing to be Quiet) but it ran away from me so it has aspects of that prompt too.

Christmas Night, 1998

“Okay…” Eddie sing-songs, stirring Steve from his very sleepy post-Christmas state on the couch, “Our precious bean is asleep… The old man is in a food-induced coma…”

He skips to the couch and flops down, mussing their makeshift bedding.

“Huh?” Steve mumbles, looking up to find a mischievous grin painted across his partner’s face.

He should have known Eddie was up to something with their sleeping arrangements. He had insisted they spend Christmas Night on Wayne’s couch, giving up the bed in Eddie’s old room to Joanie for the evening.

As Eddie continues grinning like an idiot – and adds a wiggling, suggestive brow for good measure – Steve attempts to smooth out their blankets. He shimmies upright, yawning as he yanks at the corner of the blanket trapped beneath Eddie’s ass.

“Nope!” Eddie says, chopping his hand through the air, “No yawning, sugarplum.”

He dives for the remote teetering on the edge of the coffee table and points it at the television, reducing It’s a Wonderful Life to a quickly fading speck in the middle of the screen.

“Jimmy Stewart, off!” he declares, voice high and nasally in mock impersonation as he tosses the remote to the side.

With the living room lit only by the lights of Wayne’s Christmas tree (decorated the moment they arrived with Joanie), Steve feels his eyes droop.

He scrubs a hand down his tired face, his unstyled hair flopping forward as he does so. Eddie is soon on him, combing it back before picking at individual strands like a monkey looking for fleas.

“How are you not tired?” Steve whines, dipping his head to avoid more prodding.

But Eddie then reaches to remove his glasses.

“Christmas adrenaline, sweetheart,” he explains, carefully folding the glasses and setting them on the coffee table within reach.

Eddie leans back again, elbow propped on the couch, his chin resting against his hand enough that it squishes up his cheek.

“The Furby was a hit,” he continues, his teasing dimples out on full display now.

“Please don’t talk about it,” Steve grumbles, sinking into the couch at the thought of Joanie’s newest toy, now out of the box and operational, ready to wreak havoc.

He can only imagine the reaction the cats will have to those soulless eyes when they get the retched thing back home…

“It’s cute,” Eddie shrugs, not at all innocently picking at the bottom hem of Steve’s flannel button-up, a Munson family relic turned pyjama top.

“It looks like a Gremlin,” he deadpans, “Ready to chew our faces off with that weird robot beak.”

He hopes his frown will also remind Eddie that if said demon-spawn does rise up against them, he can be the one fully responsible for dealing with it. And, now that he thinks about it, Steve is sure Eddie allowing their daughter to watch Gremlins at Halloween surely contributed to her desire to obtain this year’s latest kids' craze.

As they glare at each other, Steve holds onto some hope that Eddie (might) think back to that sleepless Halloween night when Joanie woke up at 2 am in tears and thought Ozzy’s prowling in the shadows was an evil after-midnight Mowgai.

“And where is it now?” Steve asks, breaking their seated stand-off.

“Tucked under the covers with our precious Joanie-Bear,” Eddie says, dramatically closing his eyes with a chirpy hum.

Again – Gremlin!

Steve bites his tongue as Eddie opens his eyes again, those big brown orbs now glowing with mirth like a warmer, more cherubic (but equally devilish) version of their five-year-old’s prized Christmas present.

Eddie clicks his tongue, looking everywhere but directly at Steve as he fidgets with a handful of blankets, entirely conspicuous as he buzzes with clear anticipation.

Steve puffs out a laugh and shakes his head. As always, Eddie has other plans for their ‘quiet’ night in…

“What?” Eddie asks, catching him staring.

He tilts his head to the side like a curious puppy.

“I love you,” Steve replies, leaning into his side.

He looks at the Christmas tree as Eddie presses a featherlight kiss to his forehead.

But the sweet moment only lasts for a split second because, in a flash, Eddie flips back their bedding, the blanket half falling to the floor between the couch and the coffee table.

“Good,” he grins, swinging his leg over Steve’s lap to straddle him, bracketing his legs, “Put a baby in me.”

“Ed!” Steve splutters, frowning as Eddie claps a hand over his mouth to shush him.

“Quiet!” he stage-whispers.

“You be quiet,” Steve warns, smiling into his palm.

“Made you perk up, didn’t it?” Eddie teases, leaning back to look him over and they both giggle away, “Anyway, come on, tick-tick. Christmas miracle, all that shit...”

He hurriedly jabs into his shoulder.

“Need I remind you we are in your uncle’s living room?”

“We’ve done worse,” Eddie offers, raking his eyes over him, “Remember Thanksgiving 1989 when – ”

“ – We boned in Claudia’s powder room,” he finishes, nodding.

Eddie looks off into the distance – or perhaps just right behind them to the wood panelling. He sighs, all wistful and longing.

“Yeah,” he hums, “And you knocked Claudia’s good handtowel straight off the rack and into the toilet…”

Steve leans back and cocks his chin. Well, if Eddie isn’t going to be subtle about it, either...

“Take your pants off, baby.”

Eddie beams and gives a two-finger salute. He quickly begins shuffling about, lifting onto his knees so he can hook his fingers under the waistband of his black sweatpants and pull them down. Meanwhile, Steve lifts their blanket up and out to protect Eddie’s modesty.

Or, at least that’s what he intends to do. Eddie only gets his pants down to his knees when Steve catches Wayne’s bedroom door opening.

Eddie notices too and yelps, plopping back down onto Steve’s lap – hard.

“Don’t mind me,” Wayne says, walking along with the stiff gait of a man with a bad hip (one that he still won’t do a thing about), “Just goin’ to take a leak. My bladder isn’t what it used to be. The older you get, the weaker your bladder...”

“Can you please stop saying the word ‘bladder’!” Eddie squawks over his shoulder, but his uncle simply waves him away.

“I didn’t see nothin’!” Wayne grumbles, “Carry on.”

Eddie rolls his eyes as they both watch in awkward silence as Wayne disappears into the bathroom, a light soon cascading from it.

“Christmas sucks!” Eddie dry-sobs, resting his chin on Steve’s shoulder with a disgruntled ‘hmph’.

“Just wait a minute,” he whispers, wrapping the blanket tight around Eddie’s partial nakedness.

Steve moves to give him a reassuring kiss but Eddie gasps, stilling on his lap as his eyes grow wide as saucers.

“What the fuck was that?” he gulps, his voice at full volume.

Eddie jolts again, his hands flying up to grip Steve’s shoulders tight, giving him no choice but to hold onto for dear life – even if he has no clue what’s got him so rattled…

“I can’t hear anything,” Steve says, looking around as his heart quickens.

Eddie scoffs and claws at a lock of his hair, just behind his right ear.

“God damn it, Stevie!” he spits, his head on a swivel as he whips it from side to side, likely looking for Steve’s abandoned hearing aids.

Steve is about to point to the end of the coffee table and thus ignite a squabbling match about it when Wayne reappears from the bathroom.

“What in the heck is that sound?” he grumbles.

“What is it?” Steve demands, looking between the other two.

“Some…” Wayne says, tilting his head in search of the sound, “Machine…”

Steve moves his head about to dodge Eddie as he squirms around in his lap, muttering what he can only assume is a string of expletives as he attempts to search for the noise too without straining his back or exposing himself.

“Damn it, Eddie,” Steve snaps, lifting his partner when he suspects he is about to get kneed straight in the goddamn balls.

“Jesus Christ, darlin’!” Wayne exclaims, bringing a hand to his chest.

Steve finally manages a glance over Eddie’s shoulder to find Joanie standing just inside the living room, her small frame silhouetted by the bathroom light.

She’s holding something with big eyes that appear to be blinking.

Now Steve can hear the robotic snoring sounds that have half the household scared out of their minds.

“Don’t worry, Pa,” Joanie says, stepping forward and holding up her Christmas present, “It’s just my Furby.”

More of Joanie Munson

[roo-bastmoon]

So privacy has been violated OR...

... a smear campaign has begun.

Let's just get this new dating scandal out of the way so we can get back to buying and streaming...

Listen, I don't share unofficial content, but by now everyone in this tag knows there's a video going around that's supposed to be of JK in his apartment with Bam, walking around back-hugging and perhaps kissing a girl. Folks say there's the same couch, same wall panel, and a mood lamp.

I'm side-eyeing this because it's super grainy footage, the windows are different, the wall panel seems to be in different places in the two videos, the guy is shorter than the girl, and he's wearing a mask indoors. Plus, the account that dropped the videos supposedly posted then promptly closed up shop, which seems like they had the intention for deliberate sabotage instead of clout chasing as a sasaeng.

But people say the apartment set up seems really similar and the man has a similar hairstyle to what JK had in the beginning of 2023. So I guess it's Schrodinger's cat at this point.

(Isn't it curious that apartment-related scandals seem to happen on the day new content drops? Hmm... I digress.)

Look... If Jungkook (or Jimin) ends up dating someone else, I'm still going to support them as individuals. I'll be sad of course, because Jikook had AMAZING chemistry and I was really rooting for them to be together forever and all... but, I want them to be happy and fulfilled more than I want them to fit into any fantasy or ideas of my own.

That being said: at this very moment, half of Jimin's insta feed is about Jungkook. Most of Jungkook's lives for 2023 have JK mentioning Jimin, or even being totally focused on Jimin. There's years of super duper sus history between them. Right up to and including yesterday, where Jimin very heavily implied they are sharing Chuseok together.

It feels really weird to me that Jimin would want to tie JK's hair back neatly, call JK baby, beg JK to stay longer at his rehearsal, and joke that he can handle seeing JK naked -- but JK can't come over to shower and visit b/c Jimin says he just isn't that easy... if JK were in a relationship with someone else.

It also feels really weird to me that JK would light up like a super nova any time Jimin commented on his lives, would beg Jimin to hang out, would sing all of Jimin's songs and memorize Jimin's interview content, would travel with Jimin for his debut, then roll around naked in bed grinning and blushing while flirting with Jimin on live... if JK were in a relationship with someone else.

That would make Jungkook kind of a shitty boyfriend and Jimin kind of a shitty friend.

I know Jungkook is cultivating this cool guy/ladies man image right now and that is kinda baffling. I know friends can play-flirt, too... but to do all that on lives, after all their history together, knowing what half of Korea and ARMY thinks? Hm.

That's not "fanservice;" that's really toeing the line of queerbaiting. And it's really hard for me to imagine Jimin or Jungkook doing something like that. Jimin said he hates fake bromance stuff. (I guess anything is possible. It's a new chapter, after all. Maybe it's par for the course in idol-world.)

Hey, maybe Jikook had an amicable break up but are still really close and are fine teasing each other? Maybe they always liked to flirt but never were together? Maybe I've been reading it all wrong this whole time? Or maybe this is a bullshit video?

Whatever the reality is, I'm prepared to acknowledge it. At any time.

I'm not in a cult. I don't have to convince myself of anything. Jikook's behavior had made me think Jikook were in a relationship. If JK is dating someone else now? Okay then. I will just stop posting Jikook content and continue to help OT7 and celebrate my bias with all my heart.

No need for elaborate conspiracy theories or coping histrionics. If JK is in his Loving Women Era, good for him. Go with god, my brother. (Personally, I'd never recover from losing my chance to be with Thee Park Jimin, but that's me!)

But something about this just doesn't quite feel right. I wonder if he'll address it at all, like he did when folks filmed him in his gym or sent food to his home? Because if this is somehow real, it's a HORRIBLE invasion of privacy; home is supposed to be a safe place, and stalkers are scary.

And if it's not real, then someone is going to an AWFUL lot of trouble to overshadow Jungkook's release and upcoming album and that is unhinged. The kind of trouble that reminds me of apartment break-ins and tampered mail.

In any case, like I said: I'm ready to accept whatever the reality is, once the reality becomes clear.

I really love Jungkook. I really love Jimin. I really love BTS. They were there for me at the darkest, lowest point in my life. So whether I was right or wrong about Jikook, it doesn't really matter. In the end, I support them as far as I can.

But also, I sorta think this video may just be bullshit. So let's let them have their privacy, and focus instead on voting for Jimin and buying and streaming for JK instead, hmm? Eventually the truth will come to light.

No matter what happens, let's behave in a way that would make Jimin and Jungkook proud.

Love, Roo

[54bpm]

Tips For Vtubers

Howdy there, I’m Liv and I’m a vtuber much like you, but I’ve been here the whole time so I’m here to compile stuff for you to help make your transition less scary.

To start, here’s is a post with a lot of tips for general tumblr use and here’s one for giving your blog a custom theme.

Beyond that here’s other things that aren’t mentioned but are gonna be relevant for you:

If you’re coming back to tumblr know that you can’t follow from your sideblog, if you want to follow back it will be from your main, as will your likes, replies, asks. Decide what to do with this information now before you settle into a blog.

Fully explore the settings, there's a ton of stuff hiding in there. AND do it on PC at least once, some stuff is not in the app.

Blogs have individual block lists, no idk why either. So if you want someone banned from everything you need to do that manually.

 Also enable tumblr Labs! It’s got reblog graphs which are rad (my beloved orbs) And alternate dashboards, the Blog Subscriptions one is my fave because it means all you have to do is turn on notifications to get all your fave guys in one dashboard.

Contrary to popular belief there is still a porn and adult content community here, if you want to get anywhere near them you have to have age in bio or they’ll smite you. EDIT: I posted more about how to navigate lewdposting here.

Tiktok embeds don't play nice with tumblr for some reason, if you also do tiktok then just reupload your videos and link your account there underneath.

The link post type will show up for your followers but there’s a chance it won’t show up in any tags, so don’t do going live posts like that.

BUT you can straight up embed your stream into your posts! As long as you're using the New Post Editor you should see this menu:

Click the video camera, link to your twitch and bam. There it is. You can also do this with the video post type! If you're ever worried about your post format getting bonked just go through the tags and see what posts that DO make it are doing. Together we can overcome spaghetti code.

General "tumblr culture" is to not comment on posts but its not one thats set in stone, your fellow small vtuber account is probably dying for interaction so comment on posts! scream in the tags! send funny asks! Getting interaction right now is going to be a big comfort during a weird time.

Oh yeah we have ask boxes built in, no marshmallow needed.

ALSO we have pinned posts just like twitter, but as long as you want! Put your ref & socials & art tag (yes you can keep your fanart tags) & your minors DNI & a picture of your cat if you want.

OH I do suggest picking out tags for your personal content if you plan to also do reblogging, makes it easy for newcomers to find what you're doing.

#vtuber and #indie vtuber are full of fanart for the big guys. If you wanna find each other use #vtuber uprising

Okay this post is getting so long but final tip: check out custom pages. They're on the custom theme menu and they're basically mini webpages on your blog that can have their own coding. You can do Literally Whatever. Lore! Credit page! Ref sheets! I once put a choose your own adventure where you navigated by clicking specific parts of a picture on tumblr pages. I Mean Anything.

That's all for now, please add other tips if you want. And please reblog! Not just this post but other peoples too! This will all be way less of a drag if we can find each other. 💖

EDIT: One more thing, lolisho shit Does Not Fly here. They are some of the only tags that tumblr has actually shadowbanned and there is a reporting criteria for it to get taken down. It also doesn't fly on my blog! Begone!!

[factual-fantasy]

23 asks! Thank you!! :}} 🎀

what

Originally I added the bandages to mirror my real hands being covered in Band-Aids when I made my sona. :0 (It was due to cat scratches and dry skin don't worry-)

Now they represent my "artist hands".... and my still really dry skin XDD

Oh yeah absolutely. His crab arm is so heavy that if he falls into the water he'll sink 😬 he cant move it fast enough to help him swim to the surface.. good thing Blue Beauty is always nearby! <XD

It also takes a lot of energy to move and he deals with sore back/shoulder muscles a lot. The way the crab arm formed, its like all the muscles in his back are used to lift and operate it. When he walks around he kind'a uses it as a crutch or a third leg. His legs each take a step and then his crab arm lifts forward and clunks on the ground.

"tap tap.. CLUNK. tap tap.. CLUNK."

Despite all this though, Louis still really likes his new arm and isn't bothered much by all the hardships it brings :)

@neo-metalscottic

Thank you so much!!! :DD I'm hoping I get over this soon 🥺

As for Grim's eyes, I mention that coloring mistake in the tags of this post. It was simply a matter of me misremembering what Gengar looks like :// But I'm thinking I'll keep his white eyes anyways. He looks a lot more friendly that way :}}

THEY HAVE SPARKS?? THEY'RE INDIVIDUALS?? I thought they were just mindless clones! Man.. That makes things in the show even darker-- <XDD

And ohhh, yeah I can see it. I wonder why they decided to add him of all characters? He does have cool shades tho XDD

@holly-opal

Yeah, that's the idea. <:/ I have yet to plan out how she died tho-

@glitchhayden418

There she is!! :DD She looks great!! :}}

And thank you, I'm hoping I get well soon too 🙂💔

She never has to stop! I've decided that my characters can eat as much as they want, whenever they want, however they want, and suffer absolutely no consequences what so ever.

Cici just seems to be taking advantage of this ability more than the others <XDD

@artblock200322022

:DD Thank you!! I'm so glad you like my interpretation of the Octonauts! :}}

@possibly-astraeus

Oof. Always disappointing to hear people finding me through stolen artwork..

But yeah, you're at the source now! :} Just remember, if you find my artwork anywhere else other than here? Its stolen ://

@shallow-isles

I simply misremembered what Gengar looks like and colored his eyes wrong :/// (I talk about it in the tags of this post) But I think I'll keep them white. He just looks so friendly and soft with white eyes.. 🥺

As for Sylveon, I like to think that tying his ribbons around others like that is his way of giving them a hug :}} Since Grim is so r o u n d, there's not many places the ribbons can comfortably tie and not be in Grim's way. His ears are the perfect spot! :}

@tallchest13-blog

THANK YOU! :D WOULD YOU BE UPSET IF I GAVE THIS TEA TO CICI THO? SHE REALLY WANTS TO TRY IT :((

@aishutoon

Ohh! They look so round and cozy!! :333

@yourstrulylightstar283 (Referencing this post)

Thank you! :}}}

@circadiananomaly (24k post in question)

Thank you! I'm hoping this is all over soon as well. :'(((

@candyglumboy

Like, my Pokémon Violet team? :0 There will not be any new members no.. you can only have 6 Pokémon in your party at a time!

...Then again there's Patty.. the Hoppip that Anastasia replaced.. I miss her.. 🥺💔💔💔

I hope I feel good too.. 😔😔😔

@graminos

:DD Thank you! I'm glad you like them!! :}}}}

(Post in question)

Me reading this ask ksjnakjn 🥺🥺💞💞💞 that was all basically on point!! :DDD

@youlikwjazz004

I'm afraid I have absolutely no idea how to explain that :'(( 💔💔

The very best I can explain my art process is; "I just.. draw it. And if it doesn't feel right, I just draw it differently until it does feel right." Its all down to muscle memory and drawing what "feels" right. I don't think I'm able to explain that-- 😭😭😭 I'm very sorry! <:'(((

@askladyinwhiteandfam

Woah! What a critter! :00 ✨✨It looks great! :DD

@square-the-cyan-idiot542

WAAAHGG THANK YIU!!!- Oh crap you ok tho--

@littlelightfish (Post in question)

:DD Thank you! I'm so glad you like him!! :}}}

@beryl-shade

He'd be amazed! :00

[bubuslutty]

Angel on Duty (serie)

pairing: 141 team x demon/angel!fem reader (+König, Horangi, Alejandro & Rodolfo)

tags: semi-canon compliant, a bit of angst, fluff, but mostly smut, reader is described as having a tail and horns but calls herself 'Angel', do what you will with her real nature but she's simply sent down to fulfil a wish, no use of y/n, reader is referred to as 'Angel', 3rd person pov, minimal description of appearance

warning: warnings will be provided individually for each work if necessary

long summary: What do you know about prayer? About wishing? Blowing birthday candles and wishing upon a star?

Ever since the beginning of time, it was men’s nature to wish, hope and pray. To who? That has always changed and shifted throughout the centuries, with prayers sent to different deities, angels, ancestors and so on.

But what humans don’t know is that all of their prayers, all of their wishing, if it was strong enough, if they really want it, really bad, their wishes just might become reality. And that was all done through a meticulously built system in another realm, where what humans considered angels worked day and night to realise them.

short summary: the 141 boys have a fantasy to get captain price the fuck of his life, but also share it amongst themselves, a shared cumdump if you will. which basically translates into "we need a woman to break our miserable old man, and break us in the process and rebuild us again just to do it all over again." they're just miserable and pent up and horny and want to be taken care of, that's all :)

Chapters:

the first meeting

Day 2: I 💜 DILFS

Day 3: Cat Crisis

Day 4: baked salmon

Day 5: progress report

Day 6: do you wanna be the Queencard?

Day 7: pretty in a skirt

part 8: coming soon

Extra:

I made Angel on Picrew

I drew Angel

Art by @bobastayhigh

[ghostalservice]

If you haven't taken a chance on wanna fly away, @petrichorca and my Animorphs AU, now's a great time to dive in!

A selection of endorsements from the comments:

i need a tag for “fics that wormed their way into my brain and moved right in and redecorated a bit and maybe adopted a cat or something”

Each chapter update in my email was a soothing balm to my soul. There is just so much love and detail in the writing and I'm so sad that it's finished but filled with inexplicable joy that I got to experience this beautiful fic.

This is honestly in the top 5 fic for this fandom hands down and I've read a lot of fic. Laughter. Tears. The whole range of human emotion.

The raw (perhaps even obscene) joy of being with stedeth and co. on this journey of gender and identity and belonging and intimacy is overwhelming. How am I gonna explain to people that animorphs changed me and also I have never read a single word of an animorphs book.

I’m so grateful for my autistic gender-species-fucky alien and my adhd gender-species-fucky human and my whole crew of gender-species-fucky randy queers.

The word I keep coming back to is catharsis — just how incredible to have a lifetime of not feeling comfortable in your own skin, and then to not only find the one individual who gets you more than anybody, who sees you in all your shapes and at your most vulnerable, and LOVES you.

SWEET JESUS HE FUCKED THAT BLUE ALIEN i know you promised it and i knew it was coming but i was somehow UNPREPARED for how incredibly hot it would be???

We wanted to tell a story about family and identity and gender and love. I think we did that <3

Come hang out with our blue guy and maybe save the world along the way.