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lemondragoncheesecake · 6 months

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KFP 3 Rewrite

My ideas for a KFP 3 rewrite- because honestly, that movie really, really sucked- especially the “villain”, Kai (worst one there is, tbh). Here’s my re-edition of the film, starting with rewriting the major Kai scenes specifically, just to showcase how a simple dialogue change could have saved him (and the franchise).

In the Slammers’ Realm, Master Boobway floated under the spiritual manifestation of his peach tree, meditating. Pink petals drifted down serenely, gingerly brushing against his giant turtle dongles. In his mortal existence, he had been well known for them: the founder of the Valley of Peaks, and Grandmaster of the Palace of Jugs- a famed and respected model. Now, he lived in peaceful eternity.

“Inner peace,” he hummed to himself, “inner peace…”

A petal landed on his nose. “Itchy nose…”

He blew it away, and inhaled deeply. It followed the draw of breath, getting stuck against his nostrils. Boobway sneezed, blowing it away again, and his bubbalubbas bounced. He sniffed, the irritation resolved. His smile returned.

“Ah, finally, inner peace.”

A green mastectomy blade flew towards him, cutting the air with a wooshing sound. Boobway sighed. “Now what?”

It flew towards him, and he caught it between his coconuts. He opened his eyes, glaring outward, searching for his assailant. Another blade was swinging towards him. Boobway watched it, and then used his bonkers to toss the blade he held towards its twin. They bashed into each other, deflected. He landed.

“Kai, old friend,” Boobway said. His large funbags waggled in greeting.

In the distance, a bull stood. He also bore a large pair of bazoombas, clenched in anger. He pulled on the chains connected to the blades, and they retracted. He caught them both, and his boobies jiggled.

“Master Boobway,” Kai hissed.

Boobway smiled at him. “Our babs battle ended 500 years ago!”

Kai’s cans jiggled menacingly. They had gotten larger since then. Kai narrowed his eyes.

“Well, now we’re ready for a rematch.”

“Took you long enough,” Boobway chuckled. Provoked, Kai let out a yell and rushed towards him, boobs bouncing with each step.

Kai pounced, shooting out his blades, aiming straight for Boobway. Boobway dodged, floating into the air. The island Kai had smashed into drifted apart into debris.

“You’ve grown stronger,” Boobway remarked. He waved his slammers around, the ccs glowing golden, forming a symbol in the air. It flew off of them and slammed into Kai. He grunted, boobas jiggling in pain.

“500 years in the Slammer’s Realm,” Kai said, “You pick up a pair.” He stood, stretching and rolling his shoulders. His breasts stretched a little with the movement. Kai smirked and ran a hoof over the amulets on his belt.

“I have taken the chi-chis of every master here.” he said. His titties glowed with stolen ccs. Boobway realized and gasped. His tits trembled in horror.

“No!”

“Yes,” Kai sneered, “and soon I will have yours, too!”

“When will you realize?” Boobway said, “The more ccs you take, the less boobs you have!”

Kai wasn’t having it. He launched his blades into two large islands and they stuck. He leaped, dragging the islands with him, and then hurled them towards Boobway. He waved his golden globes around, forming another mystical symbol. It hit the islands, causing a massive explosion that sent Boobway hurtling into the ether.

He shook his head, trying to reorient himself- but then the two chains whipped out, snaring him and pulling him down. Kai pulled him closer, and then started to absorb his ccs.

“Once I have your chi-chis,” he was saying, boobas glowing green as he absorbed their power, turning Boobway into jade at the same time for some reason, “I will finally be able to return to the Melon Realm…and this time, you and your rack won’t be there to stop me.”

Boobway’s chest began shrinking. He smiled, just a little.

“Ah, it was never my destiny to stop you,” Boobway said, “I have sent another's cans on that path.” And then the jade crawled up his neck, over his head, fully enveloping him. With a gesture, Kai stole the rest of his ccs, and his tits got a little bit bigger. A jade amulet rested in his palm.

“Then I will find him,” Kai said, glaring down at it, “and take his chi-chis too.”

He curled his fist around the amulet, and then punched the ground beneath him, his tits jiggling with the motion. An explosion of green ccs encapsulated his form, and then he vanished from the Spirit Realm.

***

In a rural field somewhere in China, there was a light ring set up, and a tripod with an iphone 10000 propped up on it at a perfect, professional angle. It was recording, and it was capturing a rabbit and a goose doing some sort of new dance that was popular with the kids these days. They had been at this for several hours, but due to the contract they had signed, they weren’t allowed to stop until they had got at least 10000 gifts and 100 new followers. Plastic smiles were plastered to their faces.

Smiles that quickly vanished when an explosion of green energy that smelled like plastic surgery rocked the earth behind them. The tripod and lighting set-up was knocked askew, and both turned to see what had saved them from spending the rest of their miserable lives providing such mindless content- and then they were horrified again.

In the center of the massive crater was a hunched figure. It opened green glowing eyes and stared directly at them. Then it stood…and they saw the giant bazookas. Both tried to flee from the impressive sight (they could not comprehend the sheer size of those boobas), but then a glowing green blade attached to a chain swung out, carving a deep trench in their path, and retracted again, stopping them in their tracks. They turned, and the bull caught the blade.

He boobed very breastily towards them, holstering the blade. Then he stopped. He glared down at the two of them- though really his massive tatas were doing all of the glaring. The farmers couldn’t take their eyes off of them. The goose laid a bunch of plastic eggs.

“What is this place?” The bull’s large bonkers jiggled inquisitively.

“M-my brother’s content farm?” The rabbit answered, voice trembling. The goose clinging to him whimpered and laid another plastic egg. It popped open, and a cheaply-animated knock-off version of Po began to do a fornite dance. For the sake of the scene flow this was ignored.

“Ah,” Kai said. He leaned down, his boinkers hanging in the two little farmer’s faces. “If I squeezed you between my chesticles, would you die?” He asked casually.

The rabbit and goose both swallowed. They shivered, knees shaking- though really, both were thinking it wouldn’t be such a bad way to go.

“Y-yes?” The rabbit squeaked.

Kai grinned. “The Melon Realm,” he plucked an amulet out from between his breasts and held it up, smirking at it. “You hear that, Boobway?” He chuckled and grasped it tightly. “I’m back.”

He turned, raising his fists to the sky. His boobs bounced. “KAI’S KNOCKERS HAVE RETURNED!”

For a moment, the rabbit and goose stopped shaking. They tilted their heads, fear overwhelmed by confusion. “Who?” They asked.

“Kai,” the big-boobied bovine said, turning back towards them. “General Gadonkers Kai. Supreme Onlyfans Model of all of China.”

The rabbit and the goose looked up at his hooters blankly. Kai blinked at them.

“The Jug Slay-er,” he said proudly. When this produced no sounds of awe, he tried again: “Master of Peaks.”

They continued to look at his jubblies blankly. They jiggled in annoyance.

“You may know me as the Beast of Breasts,” he said. He paused, thinking for a moment, wracking his mind for his previous titles. Once more, he made an attempt: “Uhh…Breaker of Boob Windows?”

The little bunny and goose only continued to gaze blankly up at him in confusion.

Kai’s face was a flatline of disappointment. He shrugged, sighing, and finally made that last ditch effort, the one he knew wouldn’t fail: “I used to model with Boobway?”

“Oooh,” they said, “Boobway! We know him! He was a great model!” They conversed briefly amongst themselves of Boobway’s merits, ignoring Kai- and his temper began to fume. He grit his teeth.

“O-Ok-”

“Really great model,” the rabbit murmured appreciatively.

“Ok, enough-”

“He absolutely made that one edition of Playboy,” the goose agreed wistfully.

Kai couldn’t take it anymore. He bared his teeth. “SILENCE!”

The farmers cowered together, silent. Kai grabbed a few amulets off of his belt and tossed them to the ground. In a swirling flash of energy, they became a small army of warriors. They gazed up at him expectantly.

“Find Boobway’s students and bring them to me,” he said, a sinister grin breaking across his face. The formerly great Jug Masters, now reduced to flat-chested jaded statuettes, bowed to him before rushing away, towards the horizon, searching the land for the students of the Jug Palace.

“Once I am done with them, Boobway,” Kai said to the amulet, squeezing it in his palm, “There will be no one left who will even remember the size of your rack. HAHAHA! KAI’S HONKERS HAVE RETURNED!”

He threw his fist in the air. There was a crash of thunder- but it wasn’t thunder, but the sound of his massive badoinkers bashing together with a clap. Kai laughed maniacally. The rabbit and goose, horrified, ran for their lives.

***

Crane and Mantis scanned the desert below them.

“Tits of surveillance!” Crane cried. Mantis, perched on his hat, frowned.

“Why do you do that?” He asked.

“Do what?”

“Just because you say ‘Tits of’ before something doesn’t mean you’re doing a special move,” Mantis said. “It’s like me saying ‘Pecs of Power’, or…’TaTas of Making Sandwiches.’”

“Tits of disagreement,” Crane said irritably.

“Whoa! There-” Mantis said suddenly, pointing.

Crane’s eyes widened as they tracked the creatures (and their respective respectably-sized waps) through the desert- but none of them were green. He slowed down enough to come within earshot of them.

“Master Bear! Master Chicken! Master Croc! What are you doing out here?” Crane called.

They were some of the greatest models in China- and currently, some of the last. Master Chicken turned to look over his shoulder at Crane as he ran- though the size of his gigantic chicken breasts, fit to make several Sunday Dinners, made that difficult.

“Flat-chested Jade Creatures attacked our villages!” Master Chicken clucked, “We tracked them here-”

“Stop!” Master Bear cried suddenly, skidding in the dirt to slow himself, paw raised. His tits stopped swinging a moment afterwards.

Before them, disturbingly, loomed the wreckage of a large ship. It’s tattered red sails flowed in the hot, dried breeze like ever-flowing streams of blood in stark contrast against the dust-ridden sky. Master Bear growled low.

“They must be in there,” he said, “without their tits.”

They gave a collective shudder. It took a moment for their tatas to stop jiggling.

“Master Shifu strongly advised us-” Crane began, only to be abruptly cut off my Master Bear, who cried out, badonkers shaking to add a clap to his war cry, and pulled out his maces, rushing into the wreck.

Master Croc gave his own cry (and respective titty jiggle) and rushed after him. Crane looked on, his face falling in exasperated disappointment.

“...Not. To engage,” he sighed.

“We’ve got to get in there,” Mantis said.

“But Master Shifu said-”

“Are you seriously afraid?” Mantis scoffed. “Even Master Chicken is risking his titties going in there! And he’s a chicken!” He said, gesturing to where Master Chicken jiggled his way very boobily into the wreckage, drawing out his blades fearlessly (and boobily).

But no sooner had he disappeared into the shadows, then they heard some sort of noise, like suction, and a green flash of light. Master Chicken let out an alarmed cluck. Mantis gasped, tiny itty bitty mosquito bites jostling.

“That’s it,” he said, narrowing his eyes, “I’m going in there.”

“Mantis!” Crane cried, “We have orders not to-”

But Mantis wasn’t listening. All he could think about was the felled breasts of their big-boobed brothers in arms. “They need our help! Come on! I’ll go high, you go low!”

“Wait!”

Mantis rushed for the wreckage. In a few insect hops, he was inside the wreck. “Fear the Jugs of the Bug! Alright you little-tittied…Uh-oh.”

There was a flash of green light. Crane flapped his wings (and titties) in alarm. “Hold on, buddy, I’m coming!”

“BOOBA BLAST!” Mantis cried, and then there was a new flash of green. Mantis cowered away from it. “AHHH IT DIDN'T WORK!”

“MANTIS!” Crane shouted. Fear fought against him, but his concern for his friend powered him onward. He landed in the shipwreck, already prepared to attack, even if his bird titties were too small to be effective; but they would have to do, if he meant to save Mantis…if he could save him.

It was silent. Empty, save for debris of broken pottery, torn sailcloth, and remnants of barrels in various states of decay. Crane crept through warily.

“Mantis?” He called softly. No response. He swallowed and tried again, even softer. “...Mantis?”

He suddenly had a feeling of the ‘he’s right behind me, isn’t he?’ variety. Crane turned, and there were Kai’s big milkers staring him down. Crane gasped, giving a fearful little jolt that made his tiny tits jiggle.

Kai smiled at him. It was not a nice smile. His boobs glowered menacingly, as if hungry for his ccs. Crane gazed up at them both, and then slowly lowered his hat over his eyes and turned on his heel, whistling nonchalantly. Kai grabbed him and pinned him to the ground. Crane’s tits were squished underneath him.

But he wasn’t down for the count, yet. With a grunt of effort, he managed to use his leg to flip Kai and his honkers and make a small break for a bit of fighting distance between them. Kai landed on his feet, his tits taking a moment to settle, and smirked at Crane with a snort.

“Your chi-chis are strong. Just like your friend’s, the bug,” Kai said, smirking as he pulled out a little green amulet in Mantis’ image…without his mosquito bites!

Crane gasped in horror. “Mantis!” He threw a grief-stricken glare Kai’s way, tits bristling, and lunged for him.

Kai smiled. Crane tried to attack, but then Kai’s cans started glowing green with the power of stolen ccs. Crane paused in a mixture of awe and horror- and then they blasted him- they were cannons! They jiggled.

Crane hit the wall and fell, then tried to rise to his feet again, gasping.

“Don’t worry Little Booby,” Kai said, “I’ll put your cc’s to good use…Destroying the Jug Palace and all the Bustless Bitches in it.”

A sinister smile spread across Kai's face. He made a slow approach, blades glowing green, ready to perform the mastectomy.

“No!” Crane cried, tiny chicken breasts trembling beneath his feathers in horror. He reached for a nearby weather-worn barrel with his talon and kicked it towards the towering monstrosity before him.

It broke against his massive mammaries, making them jiggle. Kai smirked. Crane tried to flee out the broken deck of the ship, but Kai’s chains followed, wrapping around him and pulling him back towards him. He glowed, prepared to absorb Crane’s ccs.

“Boobs of…REGRET!” Crane cried as he was pulled into the darkness. Kai laughed.

***

Meanwhile, at the Jug Palace, Shifu was going over several messages of extreme concern. Monkey arrived with another recent arrival clutched between his pecs. He pulled it out and handed it to his master. “It’s from the Eastern Province,” he said.

Shifu opened it. Tigress placed another one down near his feet- one he had already read, and she had only then reviewed. Viper slithered up, placing down a cup of tea for him. Shifu shook his head, his badonkers jiggling in grief.

“Master Lizard, Master Ox, Master Eagle…All of them, in every village from the sea to here…every jug master in China has vanished.”

“Maybe they are all at a party,” Monkey offered, trying to break the tension. Viper glared at him.

“Monkey!”

Monkey rubbed the back of his neck. “I didn’t get invited, either.”

“Kai has taken their chi-chis,” Master Shifu said. “We’re all that stands between him, and the modeling knowledge Master Boobway has left in our care,” he said, casting a glance over the Jug Palace. He got up, heading towards the Master Garden. Tigress, Monkey, and Viper followed.

“The villagers- evacuated?” He asked.

Tigress nodded. “Done, master.”

“Crane, Mantis?”

“Still nothing.”

Viper looked up. She gasped, eyes lighting up. “Wait-It’s them!”

Everyone turned to look- and then they saw the glowing green eyes staring back at them- and the disturbing lack of tits. Their gasps turned into those of horror.

“No!” Shifu cried.

Crane and Mantis landed in very carefully choreographed poses on either side of a path. A green light lit the sudden darkness, and tinged the sudden smoke from the smoke machine green as well. An absolute banger of a theme song started up. Kai walked out of the smoke, funbags jiggling with every step, mastectomy blades swinging in perfect synch. Shifu glared at him.

“Kai,” he said.

Kai ignored him. He was looking up at the Jug Palace and its decor with a critical eye.

“Nice,” he said, and then immediately changed his mind: “Very tacky.”

Shifu’s tits quivered with his rage and fear. “How dare you set foot on these grounds!”

“Look at you flat-chested fools,” Kai said, “groveling at the feet of Boobway and his Mega-Milkers.”

“You are not fit to speak of them,” Tigress growled.

Kai raised his brows. The chains wrapped around his arms as the blades swung around, and he caught their hilts in his palms. “I am not fit, Little Tits?” The action made his breasts jiggle, and he smirked.

Tigress actually growled. All four of them braced to attack.

Kai ignored them, pointing one of his blades at the statue’s massive cans.

“I modeled by his side,” he said, almost to himself, “I loved him, like a brother…and it turns out…His…Weren't even natural.”

Kai's blade shook in his grasp. There was a shuddering inhale, and Kai closed his eyes. An expression of deep betrayal and pain briefly crossed his face, before he inhaled again, banishing it as if it never was. He smiled, slowly beginning to swing his blades, building up momentum.

“Well…Now I will destroy everything, HE AND HIS IMPLANTS HAVE CREATED!”

Kai's expression once again melted into one of pure fury as he launched his attack. The four immediately dodged.

“Go!” Shifu cried, and they all launched themselves at Kai and his naughty funtime pillows of bouncy pillowy goodness. In a very booby way, I might add.

But no matter what they did, they were no match for Kai and his giant badonkers. His bubbalubbaloos deflected all of their attacks, his mastectomy blades swinging to and fro so that they were forced to dodge, and they could not land a hit; but then, Tigress activated a spark of her chi-chi’s, blasting Kai back.

“How’s that for little tits?” Tigress said.

Kai rose again, his eyes (and cans) gleaming. The Crane and Mantis jombies then sprang into action and joined the fight, keeping Viper, Monkey, and Tigress occupied. Shifu took the opportunity to fight Kai melons-to-melons.

“I will not let you destroy Boobway’s modeling career!”

“Why not?” Kai growled, “He destroyed mine!”

Monkey, meanwhile, caught the Mantis jombie between his peaks. “Mantis!” He cried, trying desperately to get through to his friend, “It’s me! Your breastie!”

But it didn’t work. Mantis grabbed him and started slamming him by his slammers. Then he threw him into Tigress and Viper, who were fighting the jombified Crane. Shifu meanwhile, leapt into the air over Kai, attempting a booba blast from above, but then his eye caught on something.

The amulet squished between Kai’s massive cans…

His eyes widened, the horrible realization dawning. Kai grinned at him and flung one of his blades at him. Shifu was hit with the flat end of it (because this has a certain rating, after all), and went flying, landing in the shadow of Boobway’s stone boobs. Tigress rushed to his side.

“Shifu!”

“Bring their busts to me,” Kai said, boobs jiggling threateningly. The jombified Mantis and Crane brought Viper and Monkey to Kai, and he absorbed their ccs, his tits bouncing even more boobily than before. He laughed.

Tigress braced herself to make another effort to attack, but Shifu grabbed her arm, stopping her.

“No, you must warn Po!”

“Master, please-”

But then Kai sent a cannon blast their way, sending them both flying because they couldn’t handle the amassed power of such huge mammaries. Kai wrapped his blades around the now unguarded statue.

“I will show you the true power of chi-chis, brother,” Kai said, and then with another booba blast knocked the statue down with his knockers. Shifu watched in horror as it went through the entire Jug Palace, and finally the legendary boobs broke off and landed at the end of the steps that led to the Jug palace.

“Boobway, please, forgive me,” Shifu whispered to himself, bowing his head in grief. Kai, who was approaching very boobily in a very very gloaty sort of breasty way with boobs that smile, chuckled. He squeezed the amulet between his knockers.

“Hmm, what do you say, Boobway, do you forgive him?” Kai said mockingly. He laughed again. Shifu turned to glare at him. He struggled to lift himself from the ground, and only just barely managed it. His naturals boobed weakly, but his glare was strong.

“You may have destroyed the Jug palace,” he coughed, “but you will never succeed. There will always…be someone with bigger jugs…to stop you!”

“Who?” Kai chuckled, cans bouncing in amusement, “the panda? His chi-chis are strong, but…it won’t be enough.”

He grinned. Then he leaned in, squeezing Boobway’s amulet tighter. “...He and his tits will meet the same fate as you,” he said, low, almost a hiss.

“No,” Shifu coughed, and tried again to get up. Kai began to absorb his ccs.

“And so will every pair of jubbaloos in that village,” he said, and then took his ccs.

Unbeknownst to him, Tigress had watched the whole thing. She gasped in fear. She found the exposition scroll on the ground and picked it up.

“Po, I hope you’re ready,” she whispered, clutching it between her peaks and running away.

***

“It took me 500 years to take Boobway's chi-chis,” Kai said. “I will have yours if it takes me 500 more!”

“Chitty-chitty-chat-chat,” Po mocked, boobs jiggling mockingly, “Chit. chat.”

Kai growled and launched himself at him, preparing to absorb his ccs- but this is what Po had wanted.

“You want my chi-chis so bad?” Po asked, “Then take them!”

He then motioned, and all of the ccs the panda village and all of his friends and family had donated began to flood into Kai’s boobas instead. Kai froze at first, confused, but then he began to grin.

“YES!” Kai roared, drunk on the ccs coursing through him, “THE POWER! IT'S MINE!”

But then he realized something was wrong. It was too much! The amulets started popping off of him, blasting away because of the sheer size of his honkers.

“Wait..NO! It’s too much! IT’S TOO MUCH! NOOOO!”

And Kai learned the hard way that sometimes less is more. He went splody, returning all the stolen ccs to all of the jug masters, including Boobway. He and Po floated together in the Slammer’s Realm, blah blah blah boobs and talking and more boobs.

Now this:

“And my true successor.” Boobway held out his triple cc implants.

“Wh-Wha-No, I-I can’t take those,” Po stuttered.

“Take them,” Boobway said, pressing them gently into the panda’s paws. “I have bigger ones.”

And that’s it because I don’t feel like putting more effort into an April Fool’s day joke.

#kung fu panda #kfp3 #rewrite #I put it on the wrong blog but whatevers #general kai #kai the collector

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quirkwizard · 2 years

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I have some questions about Comic. What if he does an animal sound like buzz or moo? Does it just constantly make the sound or does it summon the animal or what? I saw some ideas for comic and I wanna know if it’s possible: Ping makes a tracking device to locate allies, Splash makes water, Blaze makes fire, Woosh makes wind, and Brr makes ice. Why do people not talk about it? This is like the most versatile power at least in terms of elemental attack. Honestly this could have fit into class 1a.

The way "Comic" works is that Manga makes a sound effect and brings it into effect, forming physical, stylized words to carry it out. For example, we’ve seen that saying "boing" could bring up words that are bouncy to block an attack and "zap" can make works that are electrified working as a powerful. Naturally, this opens a variety of effects, potentially on the same level as Quirks like "Manifest" or "Creation" if used correctly, though more limited given the sore throat drawback keeping the user from speaking too much. While this does give Manga a lot of potential uses, we haven’t seen anything super complex from the words, just simple effects contained within the words. Given what we’ve been shown. I think all of the elemental ideas could be used in some fashion, like "blaze" makes a hot word or "woosh" makes a blast of wind centered on the words. I'm not sure about using "brr", but I think he could make ice somehow. However, I think that "ping" would only make an annoying noise that could attract attention and not act like a tracking device. On top of that, I doubt he would summon anything like an animal, but rather make some effect associated with that animal. If he mooed, it would summon the words with horns and cow-like splotches on them, throwing them forward and ramming into anyone that might be in the way. Buzzing like a bee could make floating words with a large stringer on them.

#My Hero Academia #Quirks #Manga Fukidashi #Comic #MHA Meta #MHA Theory

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gazrgaley · 2 years

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Manifestation of a Monster (chapter44)

Amy awoke with a headache and the feeling that her body was fighting a cold, and she didn't recognize anything around her at first. As she gazed around the meeting room, the previous hour came back to her. Justin was lying next to her. They were in the same position as before they passed out. Ma'at, on the other hand, was now seated in her chair between them and the door.

"What will it be?" Ma'at said, her steely eyes fixed on Amy's. "Will it be me or him who converts you tonight?" Amy was about to respond when she heard a loud wooshing sound from behind her. followed by the horrifying stench of burnt flesh

The two young women exchanged glances toward the doorway. To begin with, Amy was terrified that one of the zompires had broken loose. As soon as Milo entered, though, a wave of relief washed over her. She considered him among the scariest things she'd ever seen the night before. However, at this point, that was irrelevant. Happily, he was there to save the day.

Milo walked into the room, his eyes blazing with anger. "Ma'at, what have you done?" he growled. "What are you planning?"

Ma'at sneered at him. "I can do whatever I want, Wakhakwi. Oh, that's right, you don't go by that name anymore do you?" She turned to Amy. "I wanted to turn her, but sadly you have seen what happens when I try. I'm going to make the boy do it."

Milo moved ahead a few steps. "You will not do such a thing; you cannot compel someone to do so for your own personal gain."

Ma'at burst out laughing, and a nasty snap rang across the room. Ma'at's smile had completely disappeared. "You made me break a rib," she said to MIlo as she turned to Justin, then to Amy. "I'm curious why he's here; surely he's not come to help you; it's a bit of a coincidence, don't you think?"

He turned to face Milo, who was inching closer. "Is Alu with you, or is he too scared to face what he's done?"

Milo shook his head, his eyes never leaving Ma'at's face. "Alu is not here, and he has nothing to do with this. This is between you and me, Ma'at. You have no right to try and convert anyone against their will. They are not your pawns to manipulate and use for your own gain."

A coy smile formed as she looked up at Milo. "Pretending to be the hero are we now?" She gave a quick glance to Justin and then back to Milo. "Isn't that what you did to him? The only reason you care is that you two still have a bond and you're afraid if he turns Amy before that bond is severed it will harm you."

Amy's mind was racing, trying to come up with a plan to get them out of there. She didn't know what Ma'at was capable of, but she knew that Milo was their only hope of escape. She whispered to Justin, hoping to wake him up. "Justin, wake up. We need to get out of here."

Justin stirred, groaning softly. He opened his eyes and looked at Amy, confusion etched on his face. "What...what's going on?"

"Ma'at is trying to turn me into a vampire, and Milo is trying to stop her. We need to get out of here, Justin. Can you move?"

Milo moved forward for Ma'at at that same moment. As he rolled her charge, she flinched. He was on one knee, facing her. Turning her so the door was no longer visible to her. Quickly eyeing Justin and Amy, then the door he came from. Grendel had been very visible. Waving her and Justin to follow.

Milo had now positioned himself he was eye to eye with Ma'at. "What are you playing at? What do you get from any of this?" Milo asked his ton back to his normal subdued manner.

"Anser your question?" Ma'at scoffed. Are you not even going to consider mine?"

"How did you do it? You were entombed. There should have been no way for you to communicate with anyone."

"It's simple. The same way you can take control of people's sight." She caught his gaze, "I can project my thoughts into someone's mind." The last words never left her lips, but instead, were automatic in Milo's own mind. "That's not all I have learned.

She turned from Milo just in time to see Justin and Amy making their way across the room. Milo attempted to catch her attention but she wouldn't budge. A moment later a thud came from behind the door. As Grendel fell to the ground.

"Didn't you say he wasn't here?" Ma'at inquired, a wicked smirk on her face.

When Ma'at grabbed Milo, he instantly stood up. "What exactly did you do?"

"He'll be just fine. I simply raised his blood temperature. It only serves to make one dizzy."

Milo rose to his feet but collapsed to one knee before he could get off the ground. She was doing the same to Milo, to a lesser extent. Amy felt a wave of fear strike her like a tonne of bricks. They were not going anywhere.

The door behind Ma'at opened just as Amy was about to give up hope. A huge man who looked to belong at a door outside a strip club walked in. He gazed around the room, first at Ma'at, then at the rest of the individuals.

"Take these three," Ma'at remarked, indicating Justin, Amy, and Milo. "I've got plans for the other."

"Who are you and what do you want with us?" Justin asked the large man.

"I am a servant of Ma'at, and she has commanded me to take you to her

Malachi," the man replied.

"Why does he want us?" Amy asked, feeling a surge of fear and confusion.

"That is for her to know and for you to find out," the man said, gesturing for them to follow him.

Milo struggled to his feet, still feeling dizzy from Ma'at's magic. Justin and Amy helped him up, and the three of them followed the large man out of the room and into the unknown.

Ma'at felt a warmth bubbling up inside of her. The man who had once been her husband lay in front of her now. As she sat on the ground next to him it would be as simple as a push. A push of the knife into his chest. It was as simple as that.

He'd be unable to move. She wasn't concerned that he'd be able to get up and stop her. However, she was concerned about her own strength. He may be powerless to intervene. But that didn't mean she'd be able to get the knife through his chest on the first try.

"I can help you. Just get us out of here. I know people." His pleading was pitiful. He should have done something a long time ago if he could. And it would have been worse if he had the authority to act but did not. It was too late for him now.

She stroked the knife around his chest slowly. The razor-thin lines vanished as quickly as they appeared. Healing to fast in order to leave no signs of blood. But he always flinched. That alone made it worthwhile.

All she needed to do was get to his heart. And their past was irrelevant. After all, he hardly resembled the man she married. His hair had grown lighter and shorter. and he. He still had his small button nose. When he grinned, she wondered if it still curled up. She was curious if he still had that warm, inviting smile. Or had the years worn him down as much as they had her?

For a brief moment, she wished she could see it again. The first several years had not been easy. But there was once pure love between the two of them. She'd almost forgotten about it. But now, at that precise moment. She almost forgot what she was doing with his head in her lab. The want to pat his head and run her fingers through his hair was strong.

That would not suffice. Keep in mind what he did. Years of isolation finally caught up with her, and her hatred for him resurfaced. She was on her deathbed before all of this and might have made it to the afterlife if it hadn't been for him. She may have been at peace if it hadn't been for his selfishness and unwillingness to outlast her.

Instead, she stabbed him in the chest with the knife. She went deeper than she believed she could. He moaned in agony. But he was too weak to move. It was either now or never. She would get his heart one way or another.

#warm blooded vampires series #chapter 44 #wattpad #gothic horror #vampires #vampyr #gaz042

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woosh! depression and demotivation begone 🧚

I’m manifesting it 🤩

(To at least get better lol)

#anon #asks #personal #about me

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so there was one of those big project posters in my math class and it was shaking really hard because of a draft, so ~naturally~ i thought it was a really angry ghost and doodled them

“hobby ghost” comes from the poster title, “what is your favourite hobby?” and the postits are answers, so now im thinking this ghost is an amalgamation of a class/students and the hobby they really cared about

#doodle #doodles in math class #<- i might make that a thing #vex draws #i guess #GHOSTS!#funky paper ghosts that woosh of the wall #this is like the most physical manifestation of hobby ghost #they’re not limited to that paper #you can hear them in band rooms #keyboard clacking #paint tubes toppling #the sound of distant running from a track team your school doesnt have anymore

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reminder to ship firetiger for clear skin

#like to manifest #woosh

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(Audio transcript under the cut for HOH/audio processing accessibility)

Audiobooks are now live and ready for download on Payhip! Huge thank you to everyone who has supported me and waited very patiently for their arrival.

The audiobooks are priced at $18.99(+) to celebrate the start of Pride and will go up to $24.95(+) on July 1st. (These prices should also roll out across other platforms to reflect this, though I don't think any of the links apart from Audible have been posted yet.)

As noted, the Payhip "pay what you want" feature remains in place by request, but I hope you'll take advantage of the lowered price and enjoy yourself some vampire-werewolf bisexual polyam romance this month 💖💜💙.

Audio transcript:

Nathan was about to open his mouth to reply when the door behind them swung open with a dramatic woosh. Walking backward into the room was a young-looking man who was talking animatedly to whoever was on the other side.

“Yes, Mrs. Collins, of course, I remember. No, I assure you I had not forgotten about our meeting. I assure you, the peonies are my top priority. Swithin? Swithin?” The man’s eyes landed on the manservant barely visible through the open doors. “Ah, there you are. Please show Mrs. Collins to the Glaucous Drawing Room, thank you. I will be there shortly.” The doors slammed shut, and he leaned against them for a moment as though he’d like to barricade himself inside. “Good Gods alive, undead, and those merely sleeping.”

Seeming to realize he wasn’t alone, his shoulders straightened, and he whirled about. The vampire—for there was no mistaking him for anything else—was tall, dark-haired, and dashingly handsome. Genetics had seen fit to gift him with exceptionally good cheekbones and the complexion of cut marble. He was dressed formally but was sans jacket, his shirt sleeves rolled up to reveal pale, slender arms. The cut of his waistcoat was daringly modern, and it gave him a slightly rakish appeal, an effect no means lessened when he smiled, the wry curl of his mouth revealing a gleaming hint of fang.

It was alarmingly attractive.

The vampire seemed to flicker for a moment, then glided toward them, arms spread wide in greeting. “Gentlemen, so sorry to keep you waiting. Fiddildy, old boy, how are you? How’s your leg?”

“Much better, thank you, sir. Only aches when it rains.”

“Ah, so only on days ending in ‘Y’ then, jolly good.” He gave Fiddildy a friendly clap on the shoulder before turning the full focus of his glittering attention on Nathan, who was suddenly desperately aware of his own heartbeat. “And this must be our new Captain. Welcome to our little island, Captain Northland. I’m the Viscount, but everyone here calls me Vlad.”

“Vlad,” Nathan echoed, still a little dazed. He grasped the other man’s hand when it was offered. A little tingle of something flowed through Nathan’s hand when they touched. The vampire’s handshake was firm and surprisingly calloused for someone who looked like they spent their time following the latest fashion trends and gambling away the family fortune at the card tables. They stood there for a second, each eyeing the other, before Nathan reluctantly dropped the Viscount’s hand.

Seemingly unbothered, the vampire gave him a tight-lipped smile, his fangs carefully hidden. “Yes, a family name, I’m afraid, but I’ve learned to be dead with it. Please, take a seat. You made good time in getting here; I hope your journey wasn’t too terrible. The weather can be a tad unpredictable.”

“No, not at all,” Nathan lied, ignoring the damp chill that still clung to his shoulders from his brief trek through the storm. His rain cloak had been about as effective against the elements as a chocolate tea kettle.

“Good, I am so very delighted to hear that.” To Nathan’s surprise, the vampire perched on the edge of his desk rather than sitting behind it. He was close enough that Nathan could smell his cologne: a subtle, warm scent with hints of spice and myrrh; it reminded him of warmer climes. “I trust they’ve made you welcome at the guardhouse already?”

Nathan felt Fiddildy stiffen nervously behind him.

“Like a house on fire,” Nathan offered. The wry glint of a smile flitted across the Viscount’s face before the vampire carefully hid it away again.

The Viscount’s dark eyes flickered rapidly over him. “My, what an ambiguously phrased thing to say,” the vampire drawled.

Nathan hoped the sudden flush of warmth he felt rising in his chest wasn’t visible on his face. It has to be a glamour, he decided. Vampires were notorious for such vanities, and there was just no way someone could be that devastatingly handsome. It just wouldn’t be fair.

#Hunger Pangs audiobooks #hunger pangs: true love bites #Joy Demorra #alt text provided

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stupidxnerd · 2 years

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I wish the universe creates a real manifestation of the fictional boyfriend you love

✨ Woosh Woosh Woosh ✨

#Aaron blackford #adam carlsen #Rhys larsen #Alex volkov #Christian harper #Aiden graves

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There's a Will; There's a Way (Book 1) Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven: Kidnapped by the Port Mafia

Dazai and (Y/N) were walking around downtown Yokohama. Like he had promised, he was going to treat her to lunch. However, he also had ulterior motives for going around the city. If everything went according to Dazai’s plan, he would get information on who was paying the bounty on Atsushi’s head. He was hoping that his plan would begin after his time with (Y/N). Unfortunately, life had never favored the brunette. He and (Y/N) were accosted by a young girl in a red, traditional outfit.

“Huh? Can we help you?” asked (Y/N). She was concerned for the sudden appearance of the teenager.

“Found you.” There was a dangerous tone in the girl’s voice. She suddenly flipped around (Y/N), and before the detective could retaliate, she wrapped a blindfold over (Y/N)’s eyes and flipped open her ringing phone. With that, her ability manifested.

Dazai grabbed (Y/N)’s shoulder, so she knew where he was and went to take off the blindfold. He stopped when a shadow loomed over him. “This isn’t good…”

“Dazai’s gone missing?” asked Kunikida. He wasn’t very concerned.

Atsushi nodded worriedly. “He’s not answering his phone, and he hasn’t returned to the dorm. And the same thing has happened with (Y/N).”

“Dazai’s probably messing around somewhere and dragged (Y/N) into it. He does that quite often,” replied Kunikida.

“But it’s true he’s targeted by the Port Mafia. It could be that…” Atsushi sweat-dropped at how unperturbed Kunikida was.

“That man’s ability to sense danger and stay alive approaches nightmarish proficiency. And (Y/N) is perfectly capable of handling danger as well. The two of them can work out any trouble they get into,” said the blonde.

“Just think about how he’s as healthy as can be despite so many suicide attempts and how (Y/N) manages to keep pretty calm during stressful cases!” said Kenji cheerily.

“I doubt the Port Mafia alone will be enough to get the better of them, especially if they’re together,” said Ranpo.

Hours had passed in the dungeon where Dazai and (Y/N) were being held. A large block stood in the middle of the room. The pair were chained on the block by their hands. (Y/N) was blindfolded, and the chains were made to restrain movement of her hands. Both factors kept her from using her ability.

“You can’t do a double suicide alone…~” sang Dazai for about the thousandth time.

(Y/N) sighed heavily, hearing him start again. At the same time, however, she was glad to have something to focus on. With the blindfold and restraints, she felt powerless and unsure of herself without her sight. It was reassuring hearing Dazai seem fairly confident despite their situation.

Footsteps echoed down as somebody descended to their cell.

“But you can do it with two…~” The brunette sang on even though he could see and hear someone coming.

A sudden woosh sounded through the air and grabbed (Y/N) by the throat. She gasped in alarm and squirmed against it. It was gone in a moment though since it was an ability and had also touched Dazai.

“Oh, you were here?” mocked Dazai to whoever had come down.

“I believe you know what manner of fate awaits those who are chained here,” said the voice, which (Y/N) identified as Akutagawa.

“This brings back memories. I remember when you were a rookie,” said Dazai, still keeping a teasing tone in his voice.

“You have committed grave sins. You suddenly abandoned your mission, vanished, only to reappear as an enemy to the Port Mafia. It’s hard to believe, coming from a former executive,” growled Akutagawa.

“And from your former superior?” (Y/N) could practically hear Dazai smirking. She widened her eyes under the blindfold as she heard a punch land on Dazai’s face.

“Not even you are invincible,” said Akutagawa, “As long as I don’t use my ability on you, I can hurt you. And for your partner—” He activated Rashoumon, and (Y/N) could feel it on her neck, ready to kill her. “—my ability is still helpful.”

(Y/N) leaned her head back against the pillar, trying to avoid the deadly ability. She couldn’t see, but Dazai eye’s narrowed dangerously at Akutagawa as he threatened (Y/N). He decided the best way would be to get Akutagawa attention on him again.

“I see. You’ve climbed up through the ranks,” said Dazai, “I’ll say this to you now, but it was a challenge to train you.” This would focus Akutagawa’s ire on him, which is what the brunette planned. “You were a slow learner, and you always disobeyed instructions. Not to mention that useless ability of yours…” It was risky to mentioned Rashoumon while it was poised to strangle (Y/N), but Dazai had to follow his intellect.

“Your fake bravado will only last for a few more days,” growled Akutagawa, “In that time, we will obliterate the Agency and seize the weretiger. Your execution will follow.” He deactivated Rashoumon.

(Y/N) let out the breath she’d been holding. Dazai also felt relieved his ploy to get Akutagawa to act even calmer and pretend to be more “professional” than his former superior had worked. Akutagawa was forcing himself to be relatively civil to prove Dazai’s negative opinion of him was wrong.

“Look forward to learning of your organization and your subordinates’ demise. Then you’ll get to see her—” He clearly referred to (Y/N). “—die in front of you,” said Akutagawa.

“I wonder if you’ll actually manage that,” commented Dazai. The thought of having to watch (Y/N) die did scare him, but he wouldn’t admit it aloud. Picturing (Y/N) dying in front of him like Odasaku was incredibly painful. Nightmares often woke him in the middle of the night; seeing (Y/N) die like Odsaku was one of them. Dazai had to keep a hold on his smug façade, though. “My new subordinate is far superior to you.”

Akutagawa punched him again before storming away angrily.

“Did you have to antagonize him so much?” asked (Y/N) once the footsteps were gone.

“It got him distracted and change his actions, so yes,” said Dazai. There was a pause. “Are you okay?”

“Other than not being able to see and having been kidnapped?” asked (Y/N). “Oh, yes, I’m doing fine.”

“I’m sorry you were dragged into this,” said Dazai.

“Yeah, well, I’m guessing you are making a plan to get out if you haven’t already, so I’m not too worried,” stated (Y/N) honestly. “I don’t like being kidnapped, but at least I was kidnapped with you.”

Dazai smiled even though she couldn’t see him. “You trust me a lot, are you sure that’s smart?”

“You haven’t screwed me over yet,” said (Y/N), “At least, screwed me over too much.”

After everything I’ve done…you still trust me. I don’t deserve you in my life… thought Dazai, eyes softening as he glanced over at her. He would make sure they both got out of this ordeal.

Hours passed, and Dazai was almost ready to doze off but knew the next phase of his plan was about to begin. Footsteps sounded on the stairs.

“It’s about time,” he said. His eyes widened when he saw who had arrived.

“Plotting as usual?” said a voice.

(Y/N) couldn’t see them, but it was safe to assume the person was dangerous.

“That voice…” Dazai said.

“This is nice. This is a great view,” said the male voice. “You and your friend completely at my mercy. It rivals even a masterpiece worth ten billion. Don’t you agree, Dazai?”

“Gross!” muttered the brunette in disgust.

(Y/N) groaned. Dazai just couldn’t resist antagonizing Port Mafia members, especially ones he knew personally.

“I like your reaction,” said the person in an angry tone, “It makes me want to strangle you.”

“You haven’t changed at all, Chuuya,” said Dazai.

(Y/N) furrowed her brown. She had heard of Chuuya Nakahara: the powerful ability user and dangerous Port Mafia executive. And yet Dazai continued to annoy him. Hopefully, he had a plan of some sort. Otherwise, they were in trouble.

“Oh?! What’s that supposed to mean?!” growled Chuuya.

“I’ve always wondered about this,” Dazai continued unheeded, “but where do you get your embarrassing hats?”

Hats…?! I swear to God, thought (Y/N), if he doesn’t have a plan to get us out, I don’t care how much I love him, he’s going to get more trouble from me than the Port Mafia.

“Say what you want, vagabond,” said Chuuya. He walked over to (Y/N), who listened carefully to his steps stop in front of her. “I bet he’s still going on and on about suicide and as usual dragged people into his messes, right?”

“You know him, too, so take a guess,” said (Y/N) calmly.

“You told her your past? Man, never thought you’d do that…” said Chuuya to Dazai. “She’s an Agency Member, right?”

“If you’re going to talk about me, at least let me answer. I’m (Y/N), and I think you’re rude.” She was nervous but kept a strong face up. If (Y/N) was going to die, she would have some dignity (and sass).

“God, all you detectives are so annoying,” drawled the short man.

“That’s what makes us so talented! People can’t help but confess after we annoy them long enough,” joked Dazai while smirking at (Y/N)’s feistiness.

“At least pretend to deny that,” said Chuuya, “But now you two are just sad little prisoners. It’s enough to make you cry.” His tone dripped with sarcasm. Then it became serious. “No…it’s actually a little too convenient.” He grabbed Dazai’s hair. “You may be able to deceive that apprentice, Akutagawa, but not me. After all, I’m your old partner. What’s your play?”

Partners? thought (Y/N), Man, Dazai is 2/2 for angry partners who get easily annoyed by him.

“My play?” commented Dazai, “It’s just what it looks like. Get caught and wait to be executed.”

“Bullshit,” said Chuuya, “You wouldn’t get a partner—friend—killed with you. It’s not your style anymore. Plus, you don’t just get caught on accident. You were never that foolish. If you were, I would’ve killed you a long time ago.”

Dazai knew Chuuya was right. He would not be selfish enough to die if (Y/N) was going to be killed with him. He played it off, however, keeping to his plan. “You’re overthinking this. Besides, why’d you come here in the first place?”

“To harass you. To cause you trouble. You toyed with me all you wanted back then. But…” He whirled and used a circle kick. The force of the kick broke Dazai’s chains and did the same to (Y/N)’s. Her blindfold flew off in the wind, but the constraints on her hands kept her from using her ability. “There’s usually payback for it ten times over later,” finished Chuuya. “I don’t know what you’re planning, but fight me, Dazai. I’ll crush you and her.”

“Chuuya…” said Dazai seriously. He snapped his fingers and the remaining cuffs around his wrists fell off.

The redhead chuckled dryly. “So, could’ve escaped any time? Poor (Y/N) must feel so betrayed you made her suffer.”

“He does what he wants. And he has a plan, you know that. Like you said, you were his partner.” (Y/N) shrugged. She didn’t care about what Chuuya thought of Dazai. She loved and trusted the brunette. The words of an angry man wouldn’t shake that.

“Your exactly, right, (Y/N)! Come on, Chuuya, you, stop my plans?” Dazai smirked deviously. “You must be joking.” He revealed the hairpin he had used to pick the lock on his cuffs. He smirked.

That was hot, thought (Y/N). Then she felt like slapping herself since this was not the time to fantasize.

“Heh.” Chuuya crouched and three off his coat. “I’m liking this turn of events!”

He attacked Dazai. The brunette blocked him and punched him back.

“You call that a punch?!” said Chuuya. He kicked Dazai, sending him flying into a wall, causing it to crack.

“Dazai!” cried (Y/N) in alarm, hands straining against the cuffs.

“It doesn’t even count as a massage.” The redhead was condescending. “Your martial art skills are below average for the Port Mafia.”

(Y/N) was angry and twitched her fingers inside the cuffs. A slight pull on Chuuya’s jacket pulled him back a tiny bit. Unfortunately, it wasn’t strong enough to help in the fight. Damn it! (Y/N) was upset she couldn’t do anything. I have to think of something! Even if it only helps a little! Her own strength, especially while weighed down by the remaining on the restraints, meant she would lose going up against somebody as strong as Chuuya, and with her ability disabled, she couldn’t help from far away either.

“Your ability to neutralize gifts is a nuisance,” said Chuuya, “but I don’t even need to use mine at this point. Get up. The party’s just getting started.”

“You’re not the Port Mafia’s top martial artist for nothing.” Dazai chuckled dryly. “Whoops,” he said as he jumped up. He began stretch his arms. “I thought my blocking arm would get torn off.” An attractive smirk graced his features. “We’ve known each other a long time. I’m totally familiar with your moves, pacing, and habits. I wouldn’t have been a proper partner otherwise, right?”

“You do that will all your partners?” asked Chuuya sarcastically.

“Sure does,” answered (Y/N) while jumping towards him. She swung the metal restraints into, making him move back.

It did damage to him, but it also annoyed him. Chuuya used his ability to slam her back into the wall. (Y/N) gasped in pain. Dazai narrowed his eyes dangerously.

“I bet he saw that coming too,” commented Chuuya. He forced (Y/N) into the wall and held her by the throat. “You thought you could beat me, Dazai, just because you can predict my moves?” growled the redhead. He held up a dagger to her throat. “Tell me before she dies. Why’d you let yourself get caught? What were you waiting for here?” Chuuya demanded. “You give me the silent treatment, and I’ll have fun torturing you and her.”

“The main reason…is Atsushi,” said Dazai, answering so Chuuya wouldn’t harm (Y/N), who was glaring at the redhead defiantly.

“Atsushi?” asked Chuuya.

“The weretiger you’re all so obsessed with,” said Dazai, “I want to know who put the seven billion yen price tag on his head.”

“You wanted to know badly enough to put your and your partner’s lives on the line?” Chuuya was unsure whether or not the brunette way lying.

“Don’t worry about me, I’m doing great,” said (Y/N). She would not be the reason Dazai’s plan fell apart. She could handle threats; she had handled much worse in her life.

“Look where you ended up…are you sure this is worth it?” Chuuya asked Dazai. “Guess even geniuses end up less than average, eh, youngest executive in the mafia’s history? Well, you’ve been deserted by lady luck. After all, you got caught the very day I got back from suppressing squabbles in the West. From my perspective, it was a stroke of luck.”

Dazai chuckled softly.

“What’s so funny?” growled Chuuya.

“Let me tell you something that is good to know,” said Dazai calmly, “There will be a meeting between the top five executives tomorrow.”

“Impossible!” Chuuya let go of (Y/N)’s throat and turned fully to Dazai. “That’s a meeting of critical importance that only occurs once every several years, to determine what direction to take as an organization. If there were going to be one, I would’ve been notified.”

“The reason it’s happening is a certain letter I sent the other day to the upper echelons of the organization,” said Dazai simply but with full awareness of how important that information was. “So, I’m going to predict this now. You’re not going to kill me. You’re not going to kill (Y/N), either. Moreover, you’ll tell us where to find information on who’s paying the weretiger bounty before leaving this room. And when you leave, you’ll walk and talk like a little rich girl!”

(Y/N) deadpanned. I know Dazai’s a genius…but what type of prediction is acting like a little rich girl?!

“What?” Both (Y/N) and Chuuya spoke in tandem.

Dazai’s face had remained completely serious and devious. “My predictions always come true. You both know that.”

“What can you even hope for in this situation?” asked Chuuya, walking closer to the brunette. His eyes widened. “Wait, a letter? You mentioned a letter?”

The sadistic glint of victory was bright in Dazai’s eyes. “The letter said this: ‘Should Dazai fall, all of your secrets will come to light.’ Of course, they will also be revealed if you kill (Y/N) right now.”

“You bastard, you didn’t…” said Chuuya.

“So, now you’ve caught a former executive turned traitor and an Agency member,” said Dazai, “But the package included a letter to the upper echelons that, if I die, and now if you kill (Y/N) right here, all of the organization’s secrets will be disclosed. If the public prosecutor’s office gets ahold of those secrets, all the Port Mafia executives can be executed a hundred times over. That’s more than enough to trigger a meeting.” Because they had taken (Y/N) with them, Dazai had made sure to stipulate that Chuuya could not kill her here, not now. He knew they may target her again in the future, that’s what happens when you’re an Agency member, but she would not die here. Not today.

“The Port Mafia aren’t so feeble that a threat like that’d make them wait and see what happens,” growled the short redhead, “You’ll both die! There will be executions!”

“I might die at some point, true,” said Dazai, “But that’ll be the council’s decision. If you execute me before that decision without permission, your unsanctioned act will be considered an act of betrayal. And if you kill (Y/N) and I release the information, you’ll be to blame for the executives’ executions from the government. You’ll be discharged or, at worst, executed.”

“And even if I look past all of those factors and kill you, you’ll just be happy because you managed to die. If I killed her, it may be worth it so see you suffer a bit…But then you’ll release everything.” Chuuya frowned in annoyance.

“So, yeah, go ahead if you want,” said Dazai, waving his hand lazily, “Come on, hurry.”

Chuuya was about to lash about but suddenly turned around. He picked up his coat and threw it over his shoulder.

“Aww, not going to do it? ‘Chuuya driven out of the organization because of me’ had a ring to it, too.” Dazai faked sadness while he celebrated his intellectual victory.

“Dazai…” (Y/N) groaned as he continued to antagonize Chuuya even after winning his mental fight against the mafioso. He really was sadistic at times.

“Don’t tell me…” said Chuuya, recalling how Dazai had said his main reason for all this was for Atsushi. “So the second reason was to force me to make that impossible choice just now?” The bandaged man smirked. “I thought I was having a chance to harass you, but in actuality, you were waiting to harass me!” growled the redhead.

Dazai strolled casually over to (Y/N). Using the hairpin from earlier, he freed (Y/N).

“Thank you,” said (Y/N).

Furrowing his brown, his heart clenched at the bruises forming on her hands and neck. He quickly put on his teasing façade, however, and helped her up. “It’s a reunion long in the making,” said Dazai to Chuuya, “A surprise of this caliber is only fair.”

Chuuya turned around, his coat billowing behind him. Irked, he snapped, “I’ll have you die…I’ll have you die someday…I swear.”

“By the way… You’re the one who broke our chains and freed me,” mentioned Dazai, “If we just run away now, you’ll be suspected of aiding our escape~!”

“You bastard!” cried Chuuya angrily.

“If you do as I say, I could make it look like someone from the Agency came to rescue me,” sang Dazai.

“Why should I believe you?” questioned Chuuya.

“He doesn’t lie during these kinds of negotiations,” said (Y/N).

“No, I do not. I think you know that,” agreed Dazai.

“Bastard…” muttered the short mafia executive, “What do you want?”

Dazai answered, “I said it earlier.”

“If it’s about that weretiger, Akutagawa’s leading the operation,” said Chuuya. “He should have records in the communications storage room on the second floor.”

“I see. Well, I had my guesses about that,” said Dazai cheerfully.

“Just finish what you came here for and get out of here, you ass,” declared Chuuya, turning and walking away.

“I’ll make sure he does,” muttered (Y/N), exhausted from all the nonsense and drama she has had to deal with.

“Aww, you’re so mean, (Y/N)~!” pouted Dazai. “Oh, and Chuuya. I have one correction: my dream right now is to find a beautiful woman. To commit double-suicide with her, of course. Being kicked to death by you wouldn’t make me happy in the slightest.” He had almost slipped up. He did still want to die, but he was going to say he wanted a beautiful woman. (Y/N). But Dazai couldn’t say that. Especially not in front of an enemy who could use it against her.

“Uh-huh,” scoffed Chuuya. “I’ll try to find a beautiful woman willing to kill herself next time.”

“Chuuya!” Dazai’s eyes sparkled. “I had no idea you were such a good person!”

“It’s my way of saying ‘go to hell,’ idiot!” said the redhead, mounting the stairs out of the dungeon. He paused for a moment and turned back. “Let me tell you this, Dazai. Don’t think this is the end of it! There will be no second chance!”

(Y/N) deadpanned. Are all Port Mafia members this dramatic? No wonder Dazai fit in.

“No, wrong!” called Dazai. A giant irk mark appeared on Chuuya’s head as Dazai continued to tease him. “Don’t you think you’re forgetting something? Don’t~you~think~you’re~forgetting~something?”

Begrudgingly, Chuuya buckled his knees and pointed at Dazai. In a little rich girl’s voice, Chuuya said, “There will be no second chance!” Silence. “N-n-no second chance.” Silence. “Hey! You should at least be laughing!” That at least was in his usual voice. (Y/N) was trying desperately not to laugh as the mafioso fumed angrily. He stomped off angrily, grumbling under his breath about Dazai the entire time.

“Well, let’s go!” said Dazai cheerily, grabbing (Y/N)’s hand playfully.

(Y/N) turned red and would have liked to continue holding his hand, but the bruising was still quite painful so flinched and pulled away.

Brown eyes softened at her reaction. He understood it was from the still-strong bruising, but he couldn’t help but remember how many people he’d harmed in the past and how similar their reactions were to hers. If Dazai caused (Y/N) to be afraid of him, it would hurt him more than he wanted to imagine. He dropped is hand to his side. “Are you okay?”

“A couple scratches and bruises, but nothing too bad. They’re just fresh. I’ll be fine in a couple minutes.” (Y/N) shrugged it off.

Dazai frowned. “I’m sorry you got hurt. I thought they’d take me when I was alone, not when I was with a fellow Agency member.”

(Y/N) smiled gently and looked into his brown eyes. “It’s not your fault. I’m okay. These are minor. I was more worried for you since you kept antagonizing Akutagawa and Chuuya.” She chuckled slightly. “I thought they would actually kill you. I’m really glad you weren’t. Let’s make sure we get out of here before you actually do get yourself killed.”

Dazai chuckled and nodded. Together they headed up to the communications storage. (Y/N) kept watch while he searched the computers.

“So…” Dazai tapped away at keys. “Who in the world wanted to spend seven billion to buy a tiger?”

“Obviously, someone rich. Probably one of those exotic pet collectors or someone who wants Atsushi for his fighting ability. Either those or some other weird reason,” answered (Y/N), shrugging. “When it comes to bounties on ability user, all sorts of reasons can come into play. I should know,” muttered (Y/N), remembering how she was kidnapped for her ability.

“Hopefully, we will be able to narrow it down,” said Dazai. He didn’t say anything on her comment about getting kidnapped since it wasn’t exactly a pleasant memory. Finally, the screen displayed who was offering the bounty. Dazai’s eyes widened. (Y/N) reacted similarly after looking over his shoulder. “They’re…” said Dazai.

“…the Guild…” finished (Y/N), frowning. “We should hurry and report this to the Agency.”

“Let’s go,” agreed Dazai.

Quickly, they snuck through the building and escaped. Night had fallen on Yokohama. (Y/N) and Dazai didn’t stop walking until they were several blocks away. Finally, they could slow down.

Dazai hailed a cab. “We can ride back to the Agency from here.”

“Alright,” said (Y/N). They both got in, and the brunette told the driver the address.

As they drove and a barrier was up between them and the driver, Dazai began to speak. “I’m sorry about today. I had planned for us to have fun and make up for the Azure Messenger ordeal, but then my plan for information started faster than I anticipated.” He sighed. “And then you got hurt because of me, and I know you had work to do. I’m sorry for all of this…We can try again tomorrow for lunch if you want—.”

A weight fell onto his shoulder. Dazai halted and looked over. It was (Y/N). She had fallen asleep, and her head had fallen onto her companion’s shoulder. A smile graced his features. Stray hairs covered her face. Tenderly, he reached out and brushed them out of the way. His hand lingered for a moment on her cheek. He would let her sleep. Dazai would tell President Fukuzawa about the Guild; (Y/N) could sleep. Dazai wouldn’t ruin that.

At the Agency, Dazai gently woke (Y/N), and they went to the office. (Y/N) started towards Fukuzawa’s office, but Dazai stopped her.

“You rest. You didn’t sleep well last night, and you’ll only get a few hours tonight, too.” It was clear that Dazai wouldn’t budge, so (Y/N) sighed and sat down at her desk.

“Fine,” she grumbled and yawned, “But you better get me up tomorrow for our case.”

“I will,” said Dazai. As she laid her head down on the table, Dazai went to speak with Fukuzawa.

In the office, Fukuzawa addressed him. “Did you discover any pertinent information?”

Dazai nodded. “Apparently, the American group called the ‘Guild’ is behind the bounty on Atsushi.”

“I had my suspicions after they contacted me today,” said Fukuzawa. “I will be meeting with their leader, Fitzgerald, tomorrow.”

“Will you want some of us to be here with you?” asked Dazai.

Fukuzawa shook his head slightly. “No, we will have plenty of agents in the office already. And Fitzgerald is intelligent enough to know attacking us during a meeting where we are on high alert is foolish.”

“Understood, sir.” Dazai bowed and left.

There were only a few hours left till dawn. Dazai sighed and strolled to his and his team’s desks. He smiled seeing (Y/N) sleeping soundly. He took of his jacket and draped it over her. Glancing up at the clock, Dazai decided to waste time until he inevitably was dragged into work by Kunikida. He leaned back and closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep. In the quiet calm of the Agency at night, next to (Y/N), he slept more peacefully than he had in a long time.

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Sugar Sugar (Jack Dante x Trans Masc Reader)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: smut, cock/cunt/pussy used for the readers junk

+ I tossed in some cyberpunk ‘77 lingo because Death Machine is so deliciously cyberpunk I couldn't help myself

Read on AO3 or under the cut!

Standing outside of the large metal doors, you have two thoughts. Firstly, who the hell spray paints their name on the entrance to their office, and secondly, Scott goddamn Ridley better fucking not be sending you down here on a wild goose chase.

It was beyond frustrating that you had to cash in the favor he owed you for something as stupid as clearing your record, but you were at the end of the line and there was no other way out. Besides turning yourself in of course, with the hopes of getting a sentence lesser than life without parole.

You give the door a few sharp raps before leaning back, smacking your bubblegum noisily. No response, of fucking course. After a bit more incessant knocking, you hear a strangled, angry noise come from the other side, and suddenly it wooshes open.

Oh. This guy definitely looks like the type of person to tag the outside of their office like a kid writing on their sneakers.

“You Jack Dante?” You blow a pink bubble and let it explode with a pop. It draws the man’s eyes straight to your lips and you smirk when he licks over his own. He nods, shaking some of his long, greasy hair out of his face. “Well then, it’s my lucky day.”

“I didn’t hire a joytoy.” He responds bluntly, and you chuckle in response.

It’s a valid enough assumption- you weren’t exactly dressed for cold weather. Ripped-up fishnets, tight shorts that barely covered your ass, and a battered, metallic-looking crop top. Paired with your smeared eyeliner and leather jacket, you looked like the product of an LSD-fueled fuck fest between a rockerboy and the physical manifestation of kitsch, not at all like someone who’d be allowed into CHAANK’s headquarters.

“Your boss sent me.” You push off from where you’re leaning in the doorway and saunter inside, forcing him to step aside for your entrance. “And I’m not selling. At least not right now.”

Dante stares at you for a moment before throwing up his hands. “You his new secretary or something? He still upset about me not going to the board meeting?” He hits a button and the door whooshes shut. “Did he send you down here to punish me?”

“Do I look like a secretary?” You turn just in time to see him leering at you, and you can’t help but snort at the implication. “Let’s just say he owes me a favor. I gotta issue that I need… taken care of, and he said you’re the man who can make it happen.”

“Ya know usually I would tell him to fuck off,” The man’s trenchcoat swings as he takes a seat at his desk, the wheels on his chair spinning. “But since you came in looking so… nice,” His eyes rove over your scantily clad body before he hums in appreciation. “I’m willing to help you. Let me guess, you need your debt to disappear. Or a criminal record cleared? Some illicit security footage needs to be deleted?”

“Bingo on the second one.” You swing yourself up onto a semi-clean section of his desk, perching close enough that you could reach into his lap if you wanted to. “Though I wouldn’t say no to getting rid of some debt.”

“Mmm sure. Righty-o, your wish is my command!” He taps a few things into his keyboard before asking for your social security, which you give to him without thinking twice about it. If Dante turns out to be some bullshit creep that can’t do what Scott says he can, you’ll be going to the slammer and it won’t matter that he has your info.

He finds what he’s looking for in the same amount of time you’d use to butter toast.

“Oooh, someone’s been a very naughty baby. An active warrant for your arrest… What’s this, attempted first-degree murder?” He wolf whistles, still clicking away. “They’ll definitely lock you up for that one, sugar lips, I know from experience. Cops are so fucking dramatic, ya know? Some people just deserve to get offed.”

Averting your eyes away from the screen, you focus on picking at your fishnets instead. What happened that night was far from your finest moment, but it was all just a big misunderstanding. Sure, you may have caused that guy some damage, but he survived! And it’s not like you actually had a plan to try and murder him- in all honesty, what you did was practically self-defense. But you’d have to be stupid to think that any cop, judge, or jury would take your word over the guy who fell into your knife ten times.

“Ah, well. No harm no foul!” With a final click, he leans back in his chair. “All gone. Your record is squeaky clean.”

“Really?” You let out a loud sigh and shut your eyes. It’s almost like you can feel the tension in your shoulders dissipate, the shaky ball of nerves you’ve had since that night fading into something close to giddiness. “Fuck, I don’t know how you can do this, but thank you. Seriously, thank you.”

“I can sprinkle my magic pixie dust over your debt as well, make it go POOF.” Jack laces his fingers together and arches his palms, popping the joints in his knuckles. “But this time you’ll owe meee.”

“I’d take you over a debt collector any day.” You lean back a little, careful not to knock anything over as you spread your legs, exposing the inside of your fishnet-covered thighs. Usually you don’t immediately jump to offering sexual favors, but judging by how he’s been eyefucking you since you walked in and the number of porno mags strewn around his abode, you highly doubted that there was anything else on his mind besides getting his dick wet.

His laugh sounds more like a cackle as he goes back to his computer, bashing at the keys a new black screen is pulled up, filled with blocky green numbers that make no sense to you.

“Geez, that’s some debt. You got a shopping addiction or something?”

“If I had a shopping addiction, I wouldn’t be wearing ten-year-old shoes.” You laugh. “It’s just this city, ya know. Shit piles up.” You wave your hand vaguely, hoping that he’d leave it at that. The city really did eat people up, especially the ones it saw as little- average people like you who do everything they can to scrape enough together for rent every month. Without a job that offered benefits, there was nothing you could do besides promise to pay the bill later when an emergency struck.

He shrugs in an apathetic way, his eyes still fixed on the monitor. It’s only then that you take the time to fully look around the room. It’s… lived in, for sure. It certainly doesn’t look like any work environment that you’ve ever seen before- it looks more like a bedroom.

“Okay, okay. Let’s make a deal. Hmm…” He taps his chin thoughtfully. “How about I make all your money issues go away with the power of hacking, and in return, you let me tongue that pretty pussy of yours.”

You blink a few times before giggling, unsure if you heard him right. “You want me to pay you back by you eating me out?”

“I want,” He rolls his chair over until he’s between your dangling legs, his hands coming to rest on your knees. “A taste of your sugar, baby.”

The way he speaks is odd, almost cringe-worthy in a way, and yet you find yourself growing hot from the dirty talk. You lick your lips and wiggle slightly on the desk, pulling down your shorts until they reach the middle of your thigh. He takes the initiative then, throwing aside all pretense of gentleness as he yanks them off and tosses them over his shoulder.

From the way he starts off, you can tell he isn’t the most experienced. But what he lacks in learned-skill, he makes up for in sheer enthusiasm.

Pulling your hips closer, he shoves his tongue deep inside of you, groaning deliriously as his nose rubs at your clit.

“Yesss,” Your hand flies to his hair, smoothing down the messy tangles on top of his head as he eats you out. “So good, so fucking good,”

The praise revs him up like an engine, and he doesn’t wait before sucking and licking his way up to your stiffening cock, suctioning his lips around it before flicking his tongue.

You whine, all thoughts of logical statements leaving your mind as the pleasure overwhelms you. Maybe it’s been too long since you’ve had a partner as excited as he is to get you off, but you know that you can only take so much of this before you cum embarrassingly early.

When he pulls away, his eyes are wide and his pale cheeks are ruddy with excitement. His chest heaves as he groans, pressing reverential kisses to your inner thighs.

“Tastes like heaven,” His voice is hardly a rumble as he moves his lips against your skin, licking a stripe from your thigh to your core. He pulls away with an obscene slurping noise, smacking his lips together afterward as if he’s tasting a delicacy. “Fucking sublime, top-quality pussy,” He rambles on, his hips jerking every so often despite the lack of friction he’s getting. “Better than cocaine and doughnuts for breakfast, gonna eat you for every fucking meal.”

“Please,” You tug at his hair when his tongue slips between your folds again, lapping at your cock. “Please fuck, I need something, need- ah, I need it,” Cohesive thoughts are beyond your grasp as he pulls away, his breath hot against your soaked cunt. “Fuck me, fuck, need you inside me, 'm not gonna last,”

Your hole clenches around nothing at the sound of his zipper, and you shimmy your hips in anticipation. When he finally pulls himself free, you can’t help the breathless noise you let out. His wide eyed-stare finds you instantly, and you send him a grin in return.

“Fuck, I thought you had a gun in your pocket, didn’t realize you’re just,” You bite your lower lip, close to drooling as you take in his girth. “Fuckin’ huge.”

Without missing a beat, he reaches into his left jean pocket, pulling out a handgun and casually putting it down on the desk next to you. “How ‘bout both?” He matches your grin as he strokes his cock, taking a step closer to you and rubbing himself against your folds.

Logically, you know that this is the reddest fucking flag in the history of red fucking flags. But at the same time, you’ve never been known to make good choices when you’re horny. And you need to be fucked so bad it’s making your teeth ache, so you settle on ignoring the warning sign. Whatever. You’ve always thought that danger was a bit of a turn-on, anyway, “You’re full of surprises, aren’t you? I like it.”

He shrugs, but his attempt at a casual demeanor fails as his shoulders shudder from the little taste of praise. “Got a lot more goodies where that came from,” He leans down, licking and sucking on your neck quickly before standing back up. “Stick around and I’ll give you the tour.”

You laugh, but it’s quickly turned into a yelp as he thrusts into you without warning.

He exhales through his nose roughly before grabbing your hips, squeezing the chub he finds and relishing in the feeling.

“Fuckk, so fucking tight,” He watches as you writhe against him, shifting your hips as you get accustomed to the stretch. “Greedy cunt, fucking greedy, ah, fuck, perfect,”

“Dante,” You groan, pressing your hips towards his desperately. “Move,”

“Where're your manners now? No more ‘pretty please’, huh?” He exhales heavily when he pulls out a bit and thrusts back in shallowly. “I’m gonna wreck this pussy, gonna make you cream so hard you’ll cry, and then I’ll keep going.”

You briefly wonder if it’s physically possible for this guy to stop talking, but the thought gets punched out as soon as he begins to pick up the pace.

It’s sloppy and fast, with Dante’s entire desk shaking from his efforts, whatever trinkets and pieces of machinery he has clanging and threatening to fall off of it.

You cum before him, practically howling with pleasure as your orgasm pulsates through your body. He doesn’t relent as he fucks you, if anything the way you clench around him makes him go harder. Slamming into you with all of his might, bruising your hips with how tight he holds onto you.

“Gonna fill this fuckin’ pussy up so good, gonna stuff you with my cum,” One of his hands leaves your hip, slamming down onto the desk right above where your shoulder rests. “You want it? Want my cum? Wanna be my good fuckin’ boyfriend and take it for me?”

Dante grabs onto the back of your neck, hauling you up so your back is pressed against one of the monitors. He slams your foreheads together so hard you can nearly feel your teeth rattle, forcing you to look into his glinting pale eyes.

“Yeah baby, I know you fuckin’ want it, I’ll give it to you, I’ll give it to you, I’ll give it to you so fuckin’ good, gonna make you my whore, gonna treat you so fucking good, gonna -” He cums as he rambles, his words stifled by moaning as he paints your insides white. You groan, sinking your teeth into the junction between his shoulder and his neck as he rides out his orgasm with sporadic thrusts.

It doesn’t take long before he’s pulling back, just enough to get a proper view of your face. You examine him in return, taking in his unkempt hair, pallid skin, and dark bags under his eyes. Well, now you know what sex with death warmed up feels like.

"Next time I'll fuck that pretty, sugar plum mouth of yours," He pants as he touches your lips, dragging your bottom lip down with his fingers. "Gonna shoot my load right down your throat, make you guzzle my jizz." Dante grins like the cat who's got the canary, and despite how godawful his words are, you can't help but return the smile.

"Next time, huh?"

"Yeah, we're gonna be interfacing on a regular basis, I know you want it just as bad as I do." He moves his hand down to your throat, giving it a little squeeze that's practically gentle in comparison to the damage he really could do. "You're mine now," He sing-songs the last bit, not phased in the slightest by what he’s implying will happen if you don’t get with his program.

“You didn’t even ask me out…” You grumble, but wrap your arms around his neck regardless. Even his clothes are cool to the touch, soothing against your flushed skin. He drops his hands from your throat and joins in your mock-hug, settling his arms around your waist.

“You’re right, I ate you out.” He smacks his lips obnoxiously and gives his hips a final thrust, still seated deep inside you. You yelp, making him cackle before he pulls out, tucks himself back into his ripped pants, and flops back down into his chair.

You lean forward, elbows on knees, and work on catching your breath while Dante chatters away at some nonsensical thing. He really never did stop talking, did he?

When you move to get off the desk, he whips his head to the side at a record speed. “Where’re you going?”

The look he gives you is priceless. All big, pleading eyes and confused, drawn in eyebrows. Seeing this strange man pouting like a child left at daycare would’ve usually made you laugh, but somehow from him, it feels more endearing than embarrassing.

Well, maybe just a little embarrassing. And definitely clingy, but not in a bad way. Call you desperate, but it’s been a while since someone wanted you around, especially after having a quickie. Logically, you know that this guy can’t be all good news. He worked for CHAANK after all, and acted like keeping a fucking gun in his pocket was something casual. If you were smart, you’d grab your underwear and leave. Giving him another look, you shake your head in defeat. Fuck it, thinkings for losers.

“Nowhere. You said you’d give me the tour, remember?” You hop off the desk and grab your shorts, slipping them back on before stretching your arms over your head, groaning when your back cracks. “Fuck, it’s been a long time since I’ve come that hard. Even longer since I’ve been come in.”

Dante’s puppy-dog expression morphs into one of smugness in seconds, and he leans back to get a view of you while you stretch out your sore limbs.

“I think you fucked the energy out of me,” You yawn dramatically, not bothering to cover your mouth with a hand. “Is it cool if I chill here for a bit? Maybe we could order takeout or something…”

His enthusiastic nodding makes you smile, your heart doing a little flop in your chest. Dante was cute in a strange, fun way that you just know your family would disapprove of. You were liking him more and more by the second.

“C’mere,” He reaches out for you, making grabby motions with his hands. “Be my cuddly marshmallow bunny.”

Laughing, you kick off your shoes haphazardly, not thinking twice before straddling his lap. “Marshmallow?”

“Cause you’re sweet,” He squeezes your waist and brings you in for a kiss, which is almost gentle before he sticks out his tongue and licks your lips. You pull back and laugh again, smacking your hand against his chest as he cackles. “Like a peep!”

“You’re crazy, Dante.” You grin, leaning back down for a proper kiss.

“Oh, you’ll see.” He murmurs against you, his lips a fraction away from yours. “Just you wait for the tour, then I’ll really show you crazy.”

I wanna give a massive thank you to my bestie and beta reader, @bestbi-electronics who is an absolute icon for helping me with Dante’s gross dirty talk & for coming up with him saying he wants to ‘see you guzzle his jizz’ + thank you for also being attracted to greasy, evil men & screaming about horny stuff with me ily <3

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