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The Sweetest Beat - Set 6 *💿RE-RELEASE💿*

Pairing: Megumi Fushiguro x Fem!Reader,

CW: Daddy Kink, Praise Kink, Size Kink, Oral, BDSM, Unprotected Sex, Edging, Drunk Sex, Aggressive Sex, Overstimulation, NPD Abuse/Trauma, Intense Feral Megumi.

READER DISCRETION ADVISED: HEAVY Noncon/Dubcon Please DO NOT proceed if that triggers you. This is the Megumi I want to royally f*ck up my life honey. I couldn't find him in fics so I created him myself. Brace yourself.

Note: please block me if my work is not your cup-o-tea. I do not own any of the character art Reader is encouraged to listen to music mentioned for context :)

Total WC : 19.8K! (crazy work)

Wanna take it from the top? Start at Set 1🎶;)

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Hello there, Reader! I'm exited to say I've finally revamped this chapter. This is a re-release of set 6, complete with all the extras I originally had in mind, and as many edits as I could manage …😅 There was quite a bit I was supposed to add before the first release, so I had to decide if I wanted to leave this chapter as is or move forward with Set 7. I chose to do a combination of the two, resulting in making this one longer and saving some of the other stuff I was planning for later, which may not include any spicy bits (depending on my flow)… This chapter has gone from a word count of 12K to nearly 20K, complete with a brand new ending! So... If you've read it already, you might wanna revisit…🤭 I really hope you do, and I hope you enjoy! (please forgive any lingering errors. I legit need to hire a real editor or something 'cause I feel like I go blind to them after a while!🥺)

Synopsis: Megumi Fushiguro is the leader of a fresh new rock band. They're currently playing covers and gaining a following at an alarming rate, skyrocketing his career as an indie artist. But when his best friend introduces him to a beautiful someone and sparks fly, he's challenged to navigate her fear of loving freely.

..... Minors: You have no business here. Love you, but please don't ....

▶6TH SET LIST (Super long, I know) Waterfall (I adore you) – Yebba Nutshell – Alice in Chains Leaving Hope – Nine Inch Nails Every Kind of Way – H.E.R. Hrs & Hrs – Muni Long Back to Love – Robert Glasper (feat. SiR & Alex Isley) Pyramid Song – Radiohead Feel Something – Chris Brown ICU – Coco Jones Hunting Bears – Radiohead When We – Tank Love Song – 311 Fade Away – Lucky Daye Blood Money - Vancouver Sleep Clinic Something In the Way – Nirvana CPR – Summer Walker Not You Too - Drake (feat. Chris Brown) WTH – Jene Aiko Adorn – Miguel My Song – H.E.R. Big Feelings - Willow In Da Club – 50 Cent The Sweater Song – Weezer

Megumi flinched, his lids lowering into a squint as he processed your words. “E – Excuse me?” his reply came out in a bit of a huff as his eyebrows wrinkled in confusion. His radio played

Waterfall (I adore you) – Yebba

You paused, eyes fluttering a bit before you answered, “Oh, I think you heard me.” You drawled with full confidence.

“You... were bad.” you whispered, your eyes dropping down toward his abdomen, scanning his form until they reached his dark blues as you slowly bit your lip. You then gently cupped his face between your warm hands with a soft smirk.

Megumi chuckled under his breath, peering down at you in surprise. The beating of his heart, loud in his own ears as his eyes flicked back and forth between yours, taking in the way they burned in desire.

Your head tilted to the side, as you raised an eyebrow, challenging his presumption that you couldn't possibly be serious.

Your gaze then traveled downward, resting on his lips, following behind your fingertips as they slowly grazed his bottom lip, tracing the curve of his chin, trailing down his neck, across his broad chest, riding the highs and lows of his pectorals until they slid gently round his sensitive nipples, forcing another flinch from him.

They then glided even lower, pressing into his solid ab muscles, your fingers curling around his waist, your hands lightly gripping his sides.

Your gaze met his once more, savoring the nice, warm feeling building up in your core as you stared into each other.

You then turned your attention to the bedside table, reaching for your bag. You unzipped the pouch, and from inside, retrieved a long strip of blue fabric, the sheen from it reflecting the light as it came into view.

You moved gracefully, laying the pouch back down on the table as you addressed him. “Why don't you have a seat on the bed for me, hm?” you whispered, motioning toward the mattress behind him with an upward nod.

Megumi's tangible gaze raked hungrily across your beautiful, curvy silhouette, pausing at your lips before he finally moved, stepping blindly backward, then against the bed as he sat, his mind reeling, curious what you're planning. “What's go–”

“You seem to have forgotten sweetheart.” You interrupted, “I have no problem getting what I need from you.”

Megumi felt his dick twitch behind his pants as you spoke, his body exposing his excitement to see you in this state again. You were right. He recalled that first night, you sneaking feels of him as you squirmed around in the bed while he pretended to be asleep. He sat wide-eyed, studying your every move, the realization settling on him like a warm blanket, that whatever you wanted, whatever you asked for, he'd give it to you.

You stepped closer to him with the two strands of fabric, wrapping one around your neck, allowing each end to hang loose down the front of your body. You held the second piece in your hands, end to end.

He parted his knees as you drew closer, watching your curves move softly in the dim lighting, until you were mere inches from his face, his eyes now peering up intently toward you. His gaze always made your body tingle. There wasn't much else that felt better than Megumi's eyes on you.

Your heart skipped in your chest. “Close your eyes”. You whispered as you looked down at him.

He did as you asked, one of his legs swaying anxiously back and forth.

You reached up and tied the cloth around his head, covering his eyes. Your fingertips slid from the knot, gently down the back of his neck, then across his shoulders where they rested.

The tension in the room became as palpable as the body heat between you. Megumi, apparently unable to resist, reached his hands up in an attempt to place them somewhere on your body, yet they were met with a quick smack.

“No touching.” You demanded.

He huffed as he placed his hands back down flat on the bed at his sides, his lips disappearing into his mouth as heat spread out to each of his limbs from the heavy beating of his heart.

You stepped back a couple feet away, admiring how unbelievably sexy he looked blindfolded, especially as he was completely unaware of what you had in store. As you stood observing him, relishing the tingly feeling that coursed through your body, it was as if you could still feel him, regardless of the literal distance created between you.

Nutshell – Alice in Chains

played on his speaker. The sound of your voice remained soft and low as you muttered, “Can you see anything?”

Megumi turned his ear toward you, then his face toward the floor. “No.” he replied.

“What's your favorite color?” you asked.

Megumi paused a few seconds, switching the direction he faced to the opposite side. “I uh...” he huffed “I don't need one”.

You frowned, curious. “You don't need a favorite color?”

Megumi cracked a tiny smile, allowing it to fade on his lips as quickly as it formed, as both his hands squeezed the bedding on either side of him. He breathed, “I don't need a safe word.”

You stared at him for a few moments, the implication behind his words dawning on you, as heat spread through your body. Your eyebrows jumped as you grinned, sliding your tongue across your upper molars, entertained by what could have easily been construed as arrogance. But you knew better. You knew... that just for you... it was a display of reckless abandon.

“You sure about that?” You questioned.

He dropped his head down as if to give it a moment of thought, the stretch in the corner of his lips already melting you into a mess.

“Mostly. But I'm ... more than happy to risk it.” He replied. His overwhelming desire to receive whatever you had in store for him, overriding any intention to mute even the smallest part of it. Megumi longed for you. Just sitting here, knowing you wanted to touch him, to be with him, was a reward in and of itself. But to be made to ache even more for you, well, that was even better.

“Okay then.” You responded softly, as your eyes raked over him. All you kept thinking of, all you wanted, was for him to put his hands on you. So much so, it took a considerable amount of strength for you to hold back. “Take off your clothes”.

Megumi stood up from the bed, tall and still, as if to be certain you were paying attention. His cloaked eyes seemed to pierce straight through you as he reached for the hem of his tee. His solid ab muscles came into view bit by bit as they flexed under his porcelain skin, then his chest as he raised it, locks of his jet-black strands mussing about as you watched him pull it off and over his head.

From that alone, your core muscles tightened as your tongue peeked out the corner of your mouth, catching a drop of saliva that threatened to pass your lips.

He tossed the shirt onto the floor, pausing as he faced you. Megumi felt his own body begin to heat up as he savored the atmosphere. He balled each of his hands into fists, quickly releasing them before reaching for the elastic of his pants.

“I've always liked this feeling...” he uttered, almost inaudibly.

You glared a bit at him as you questioned, “What feeling”?

“... the feeling ... of you watching me.” He replied as he began to grip his pants, his bottom lip disappearing behind his teeth.

Your eyes remained locked onto his figure as he moved, and you could swear he was looking directly at you.

“You uh... you wouldn't be cheating now, would you?” you asked, a playful tone lacing your voice.

“Tch, and deprive myself of this?” He mused. “Never. I promise, I can't see you.”

He slid his thumbs into his waistband, pulling them down, allowing them to pool at his feet before he stepped out. He was wearing dark blue boxer briefs this time, black band.

You hissed softly, taking a deep breath and releasing it slowly at the sight of him, your heart squeezing inside your chest. “You know,” you whispered, as your gaze raked hungrily over his frame, “you were amazing up there tonight. You made momma very proud.”

Megumi made an attempt to hide his blush as his hands opened and closed into fists again, a means for him to release some of his pent-up tension.

“Lie back on the bed. With your head at the headboard.”

He did as you asked.

“Hands back against the pillows?”

He did as you asked.

Leaving Hope – Nine Inch Nails

hummed as you walked over to the bed. Your eyes grazed his slim, yet muscular form as you stood over him ... “You have a beautiful body, Megumi.” You breathed, as his blush darkened in his cheeks, halfway hidden by the fabric.

He flinched as you touched his skin, your fingertips gliding slowly down his bare chest, tickling him more as they reached his abdomen. Your hand moved to press into the bed as you slowly crawled over him, straddling his belly, your knees on either side of him as your thighs pressed into his sides, flush against his warm skin.

He lifted his hands again, reaching for you, but you gripped both of his wrists, pinning them down to the pillows all to easily as you leaned into his ear, “I said don't touch.”

Your breath was hot on his skin as you moved closer to the shell of his ear, lowering your voice to barely a whisper. “Be a good boy.” You said, as your breasts squished softly into his chest. Your parted lips glided across his jaw, your teeth grazing, then catching a grip on a bit of skin that made its way behind them.

Megumi's brow furrowed as he began to squirm underneath you.

You then leaned forward, allowing your clothed breasts to cover his face as you tied his hands together with the remaining fabric, tethering them to the headboard.

He turned towards your chest, opening his mouth, his tongue pressing outward kissing and sucking your smooth flesh as your breasts moved against his cheeks. Once he was securely bound, you slid your hands slowly down each of his arms, noticing his huffs becoming a little louder in your ears.

You leaned back, “You okay baby?” you asked, sweetly.

“I'm better than okay.” He answered, “but... I need you.”

“Awww... sweetheart.” You said, leaning in, cupping his face, then rubbing your nose against his cheek, nuzzling as you grinded your soft, sensitive sex against his belly, the tip of his dick just behind you, grazing your upper thigh as it sprawled across his hip. You drew closer, kissing his lobe softly as you whispered, “Don't worry, baby. I'll take good care of you.”

You felt his body shudder under your touch as he huffed harder, pressing his head back into the pillows.

Megumi could feel the tension becoming more difficult to bear, building the excitement within him, as he now wondered just how much more of this he could take. It felt like an eternity to him since he was last in this position with you, and he wanted nothing more than to devour you completely.

You pressed your body a little more firmly into his as your lips glided up the side of his neck, planting opened mouth kisses, the same as the ones you loved to receive from him, as you continued to grind yourself against him. You watched his face twist in agonizing pleasure as you took special care to avoid touching his middle.

“Are you excited?” you cooed, your hand massaging the other side of his neck, your thumb tracing the lines in his throat.

“Very.” He muttered, behind heavy breaths.

“What do you need, baby?” you whispered, your fingers from both hands sliding up the back of his neck through his hair, gripping as you continued to massage, nuzzling and kissing.

Megumi hissed, “I... ~haah~... I need ... you to untie me.”

“Oh yeah?” you breathed, “Already huh? And why would I do that?”

He turned his head toward you, “I'll ... make you feel good... I wanna take you... taste you...” he huffed, swallowing thickly as he tugged against the headboard, his biceps flexing, veins pressing forward against the skin of his arm.

“Hmm... that sounds so very nice.” ... you drawled. “But ... I'm not quite sure you've learned your lesson, love. He huffed, just before you laid another couple kisses on his collar bone.

You glided your lips over to his, pressing them together in a deep, warm kiss. You slipped in your tongue, humming against his mouth as you sucked his lips, teasingly extending the length of the kiss as you continued. His hips began to press forward as he moaned, the wet muscles inside your mouths dancing together in a warm, soft embrace, the sensation triggering your middle to produce more slick.

Every Kind of Way – H.E.R.

played as the sound of your kisses vibrated throughout your body, the tantalizing taste of his warm mouth, exciting you all the more. Megumi was beautiful. And seeing him like this made your heart race like nothing else ever had. It was a delight teasing him.

“You want me?” you spoke against his lips.

“Haah... yes...” Megumi's voice came out almost as a whine as his hips pressed upward into nowhere, begging for contact.

You began to slide your body lower, rubbing his chest as you peppered more kisses, your tongue gliding across his pecs, then against his nipples. You sucked each of them gently as he flinched.

His abdominal muscles contracted as you blew against his chest, his frown deepening as your hands then slid down lower, “Mmmh...” you moaned, feeding off of his pleasure, his body shuddering as you took in the sound of his moans. You licked your lips as you observed how rock solid his dick was as it pressed against the fabric of his boxers.

You hovered your face over his middle, your hands gliding up and down his sides at his hipbone. His cock was difficult to avoid as it hung sideways across his hip, thick, stiff and long, and there wasn't a shadow of a doubt that you wanted him just as badly as he wanted you.

You slid your fingers up his inner thigh, slipping them under the hem of his boxers, exposing more of his skin, so tender in this area, as you lightly scraped the flesh of his thighs under your nails, your tongue flicking out before kissing each one.

“Aaah fuck” Megumi plead, squirming underneath you. “Enough teasing ...” He panted, through clenched teeth, “I... haah ~ I've been waiting so long.”

You grinned, satisfied with his reactions as you pressed his thighs outward continuing to kiss them, massaging, squeezing and pressing his skin with the pads of your thumbs, inching closer to his throbbing middle.

Megumi's hips rotated, bucking forward as he frowned, his muscle flexed against his jaw as he clenched his teeth in an attempt to maintain his pride, his entire body betraying his calm.

Hrs & Hrs – Muni Long,

Hummed on the speaker as Megumi begged behind his blindfold, “Mmmh ~ more...”, barely above a whisper. “Just fucking let me have it...” he complained, pulling against his ties.

“So anxious, baby...” you whispered as you squeezed his thigh harder.

Megumi murmured through heavy breaths; “I wanna fuck you... deep ... so deep... I wanna ... bury myself inside you.”

Your heart thumped hard in your chest as you positioned yourself between his legs, his words stirring the fire already burning you from your core as you kneeled on the bed.

“You wanna bury... this... inside me?” you whispered, as you slid your fingers up his clothed shaft to the tip, the fabric already soaked with precum, as your other hand gently cupped and squeezed his clothed sack, evoking another flinch in his body and a guttural moan from his lips.

You gripped his length, stroking it back and forth, the fabric sliding between your skin and his. “You want ... this... deep inside me?”

“Yes... fuck!” Megumi moaned deeply, pressing his head back against the pillows as he pulled his tether tighter against the headboard, his hip movements now jerking, becoming more prominent.

Your heart fluttered at his neediness, your smile growing wider as you curled your fingers into the band of his boxers, pulling the front of them up toward you as you unveiled his beautiful, thick, throbbing member. He lifted his hips to assist you in removing them, and you casually tossed them to the floor.

As his hard veiny cock bounced freely in front of you, you leaned in, pupils blossoming as you took in the sight, your face mere inches from it as you hissed, sliding your hand up his thigh, then finally curling your fingers around the bottom of his shaft.

“Aaah...” Megumi's groan escaped his throat from even deeper inside him, as your hand gripped his thick erection, it's temperature a stark contrast against your hand, so hot you could feel it pulse along your skin.

“Mmm... Your cock is just beautiful, Megumi.” You moaned as you stroked it.

Megumi's breaths hitched as he murmured, “Inside...”

“Aww... sweetie...” you teased. “you're being so good for me. I just wanna spend a little more time with it okay?” Starting at its base, you leaned in, planting slow, open mouthed wet kisses along its length, humming as you moved upward.

He let out a breath that sounded as if he had been holding it for hours. “Aaaaaah!”

You stroked him lovingly a few times, “so fucking pretty”. You flicked out your tongue at the base, licking him all the way to the tip, which glistened with precum just before you sucked it clean, the soft inner part of your lips kissing it with a smack before releasing.

“Mmh... and you taste so good ...” you whispered as you teased.

Megumi trembled as he groaned, “Ngh! ... Ssshit! ... I won't last...” the delicious sensations sending tremors through him, intensified by him being unable to see you.

Back to Love – Robert Glasper (feat. SiR & Alex Isley)

set the mood as you giggled and continued, licking him like a lollypop, sucking eagerly as you reached its angry head. After just a few passes, your tongue flicked over the tip once more, you opened wide and shoved it as far inside your mouth as it possibly could go, gagging slightly as it reached your throat.

Megumi turned his face, burying it against his arm, his mouth opening into a silent scream, working overtime not to cum, his moans causing your core to clench harder every time.

You coated him with your saliva as you sucked, and sucked, and sucked him off, your hands stroking in tandem with the movements of your head, his warm, veiny shaft gliding smoothly across your tongue. It felt so good to please him like this.

“Fuck! ~ I can't take it...~” Megumi warned as he bucked his hips a few times, thrusting his thickness into your throat as your hand massaged his shaft. “Shit! ... I'm gonna come... I'm gonna ... fucking come.”

You hummed against him with pleasure as you sucked harder, your heart skipping beats as you deeply satisfied yourself by satisfying him, your cheeks caving as your lips and tongue glided along his hot length.

The thought of him, the way he makes you feel, his brilliance, his kindness towards you, his scent, his gorgeous face, his dominance, his talent, all stimulating you more as you pleased him, enveloping his sensitive thickness in your soft warm mouth.

You reached your other hand up to rub his chest as you stroked and sucked him... your fingers riding every bend and curve of his chest muscles. You then pulled it from your mouth with a pop, catching your breath, “Haah.... Not yet, baby...” you drawled, grinning as your hand slid down his chest toward his abs.

“Agh! ... the fuck!?...” Megumi whimpered with both frustration and excitement.

You snickered as you crawled up to meet his face, straddling yourself across his hips, careful not to nick him with your heels as his solid length glistened in the dim light and laid straight up against his belly. You sat up, pressing your clothed center on it as he bucked it against your clit, your hands resting across his chest, Megumi flinching and moaning as his dick rubbed roughly over your covered folds.

Pyramid Song – Radiohead

blended into the atmosphere as you rubbed your sex along the length of his hardness, nearly cumming yourself at the feeling, Megumi's mouth hung slightly open as he, thrusted toward you.

“Agh you fucking tease!” he whined, clenching his teeth.

You leaned into him, giggling as you reached up and placed both hands on his cheeks sliding them upwards, your fingers hooking underneath his blindfold to remove it.

As you unveiled his eyes and he slowly opened them to meet your hungry gaze, the contact sent pangs to your heart. The fire inside them was so prominent, so present. You slid your tongue, feather-light across his lips, then past them into his mouth for another deep, warm kiss, as they danced excitedly against each other.

Your mouth slid across his, slowly sucking his bottom lip, then planting one last peck on his chin as you leaned in, pressing your mouth against his ear to whisper, “Just a little more” your tongue flicking out as you sucked his lobe into your mouth.

You pulled back, only to see Megumi's heavily hooded gaze, his pupils blown out dark as he heaved, frowning deeply as he observed you. You pressed your torso up as you straddled him, giving him a perfect view.

“You like what you see?” you moaned, grinding against him as you locked eyes, your hair falling over your face, your lips slightly swollen and deep pink from sucking his cock. You threw your head back, strands of your hair tickling his legs as it swayed, your hardened nipples pressing forward against the thin fabric of your dress as his dick throbbed against your sex, pleading for entry.

Megumi was unable to take his eyes off you, feeling palpitations in his heart for this person, this woman, beautiful inside and out, that he's allowed to take over his emotions, his body, his life. “Fuck... yes...”

You flinched again shuddering on top of him from his angry cock ruffling your folds, the his length laid against his abdomen, pointing directly toward Megumi's face from under the warm covering of your pussy, moans spilling from your lips, as your hands slid up and down his chest.

His body quivered as he approached his limit, his chest rising and falling faster, his desire pushing past the boundary of excited toward feral as he clenched his teeth, hissing.

You leaned forward propping yourself up on your left knee, your left hand next to his shoulder for leverage, as you hovered your middle over his, your right leg stretched out across the remaining length of the bed, your feet still clad in your heels. You flipped your hair back over your right shoulder, meeting his gaze as you pulled your strappy panties aside, then gripped his heavy cock with your hand, rubbing the tip across your soaked folds.

You smirked a bit, teasing, “is this what you want?” you asked, pressing the head ever so slightly into your wet opening.

“No...” Megumi's brows formed a hard line, eyes screwing shut as he hissed, “noooo no, no...” steadily pulling against his bondage as his body shuddered. “C'mon baby, let me out.” he plead again, pressing his face against his bicep.

“No?” you questioned, tilting your head, confused at how that was his answer. “Are you sure about that?” You teased, easing his tip past your slick folds, sinking it slowly inside you, moaning a bit with every inch.

Desperate to take care of this on his own, Megumi fought against his desire to watch yet couldn't tear his eyes away as he witnessed his thick length slowly stretch you open, slipping smoothly into your hole, disappearing inch by inch inside your sweltering heat.

Megumi wailed the loudest he ever had since you'd known him, overwhelmed with pleasure as you rested your body on top of him, your walls wrapping around him as warm as a velvet blanket.

“Haaaah FFUUUUCK!”

Your eyes fluttered shut, rolling into the back of your head as you settled almost completely on top of him, your hands trembling as you moved them to rest on his pale, muscular chest. You doubled over, burying your head in his neck, barely able to contain yourself, air hitching in your throat as it passed your lips. His speaker played

Feel Something – Chris Brown

Megumi's heart pounded as hard as a bass drum as he watched your reaction, feeling you shudder on top of him as his length reached into the innermost secret and deepest parts of you, aching to beat himself even further inside until you could take no more, until he reached the sweetest spot, until you screamed his name.

His member hardened even more as you hovered with him buried in your depths, nearly to the hilt. You moaned loudly as your core squeezed him even harder, your chest heaving. It took everything for you not to cum at that moment. Your eyes opened slowly, meeting his hedonistic gaze.

“Don't move... let me out.” He begged with suppressed urgency, his expression that of a chained wild animal, desperate to devour his prey.

“No.” you whined, leaning your lips toward his, causing more friction from your quivering core against his aching cock.

Megumi's frown deepened as your torso inched closer to his, biting his lip, nearly breaking his flesh, trying as hard as he could not to release inside you immediately.

You smirked as you flicked out your wet tongue and licked one long stroke from his chin to the top of his lip. “Be a good boy and cum for me.” You whispered into his mouth, gripping and pressing your hands into each of his biceps on either side of him.

You leaned back slightly, then pulled your ass upward and his dick out a bit, then thrusted hard back down on top of him, whimpering from the excruciating pleasure as you threw your head back, “haa~aah!”

“Nnngh!” Megumi panted, his head jerking back as you repeated your thrusts, over and over, his dick gliding beautifully and smoothly in and out of your heat, the friction just delicious against your gummy walls.

You pressed down on him repeatedly, now flicking out your tongue against his neck, your hips working miracles against his stubborn dominance, your slick heat firmly gripping his hot cock, milking him, the head pounding into your cervix.

Your hands migrated up toward his neck as you gripped each side, “You like that baby?” you whispered into the shell of his ear, “Letting momma ... ngh... u – use you like this?”

You very much preferred being underneath him, but this position was beyond amazing. To see him at your mercy like this as his reactions goaded you on was so enticing, so irresistible that you just couldn't help yourself.

Your body tremored from your very core, as you moaned out in a sensual whisper, “haaahhh! ~ I'm cumming baby...” as you thrusted even faster.

Megumi yanked against the headboard, pulling and grunting, his eyes rolling back, heavy breaths exiting his mouth at each of your thrusts, a violent tremor suddenly shaking his entire being until he finally came ... hard.

You melted on top of him as thick ropes of his hot semen coated your insides, your core releasing arousal all over him. ”Ha~aaah! You heaved with satisfaction as you turned your face toward the heavens.

His body convulsed as he spilled inside you, his veins pressing out along his arms. He came so much, that after a few moments his seed found its way out of your hole, flatlining as it dripped down the bottom his shaft, yet you continued to move your hips slowly along his oversensitive member.

Megumi kept his head held back as he heaved, having enjoyed every second, somehow so goddamned proud of how well you managed him, allowing his high to wash over him. He then pulled harder against his tether as he trembled. “Please... Haah...~ haaah... Please let me out, baby...” He plead quietly.

You giggled cutely, also pleased with yourself as you looked down at him in his weakened state, leaning in to untie his restraints.

The moment his hands were free, he sprang forward, sitting up, his right arm wrapping around your waist, his hand firmly gripping your thigh as his left arm held the back of your head and his lips slammed into yours.

His tongue lashed around your mouth greedily, the warm, soft contact with the inside of your body exciting him. He easily flipped you over to lie on your back.

“Such a badgirl”. He quipped, his hand threading through your hair. “That was fucking incredible, princess.” He whispered. “And now... it's my turn.”

You bit your lip as you chuckled, both of you exhaling huffs as you took in each other's features. He leaned in for another kiss, this time much slower, as his hands began to explore your body.

They slid down your side against your matte silk dress, sliding to your breasts, where his fingertips gently grazed over your hardened buds, rotating them slowly, the soft fabric separating your skin from his as it glided across, making you shudder as he became hard all over again between your legs from being close to you.

Coco Jones – ICU

began to play as he pulled back from his kiss. Your big, pretty eyes met Megumi's, and his forehead rested against yours as you lay still, just feeling him. Your gazes exchanged fire, your chests heaving, his body warm and firm as he encompassed you.

“Hey there, sweetness... you ready for me?”

Megumi moved his body down, his eyes linked with yours until he relaxed his face between your breasts. His long fingers curled gently around each one, squeezing as he kissed them, inhaling your scent.

His hands slipped under your dress, exposing your pretty skin inch by inch as he lifted it up and off. Having him restrained accentuated the difference feeling his hands on you made, reminding you how you longed for them. His touch never failed to set every one of your senses on fire.

He slid his tongue lightly across your lips once more, as yours pressed forward to meet his, the taste of him, sending tingles to your core. His kisses glided down to your breasts, the wet smacking sounds and deep moans vibrating in your ears.

His darkened blues flicked up as he sucked, making contact with yours, his pupils blown out black, glazed over, piercing as they raked across every one of your secret places.

His hands and body weight pressed down on you, evoking feelings of protection and desire, as the fragrance of soap and incense wafted up from his body, hair tickling your chest as his jet-black strands snaked across your sensitive flesh.

His mouth locked on to you as his lips pursed softly around your nipples, suddenly pulling hard to suck them in, the warm softness of the flesh of his lips, juxtaposed against the tinge of pain behind each suck making you shudder to your core.

Each time your gazes met, it was as if your heart had been squeezed inside your chest, each beat pulsing a surge of electricity through every limb.

Megumi's cock was now rock solid as the head rested at your entrance, still coated and leaking from before.

He maintained eye contact and, gripping your neck with one hand and your ass with the other, he slowly pressed in, watching your face contort in pleasure. You lifted your legs, pressing your calves against his back as he tunneled inch by inch into your velvety soft core without stopping until he bottomed out. His eyes fluttered shut as his lower lip trembled slightly, the both of you moaning upon entry, the glide as smooth as silk.

He loved making a mess of you, until you were writhing and helpless underneath him as he handled your body this way, hurting so good from taking his cock. It made him fucking crazy, feeling himself buried deep inside your warmth like this, knowing you lived for him to fuck you.

Yet, in this moment, neither of you moved, your collective eyes closed as he held that position inside you. Megumi's face nestled in the crook of your neck, his tongue lapping at your throat as softly and desperately as a divine dog, his kisses sopping wet, his breath hot on your skin as he pressed the bottom of his shaft against your clit, and his throbbing head against your cervix.

You waited for the wave to calm, trembling, releasing some of the tension from your lungs through heavy, stifled breaths, but your body betrayed you, the sheer force and power behind his hold on you making you cum immediately. You wailed out, gripping the back of his neck with one hand, scratching red marks into his back with the other as your walls gripped him so tightly that you forced an even louder moan from him.

Hunting Bears – Radiohead

cooed as your body seethed beneath him. The fire that Megumi lit inside you, seared through your veins as the deepest and most concealed, cold, hardened corners of your heart melted like hot wax, and sweat seeped from your collective pores.

He reached down to grip your ass firmly, one cheek in the palm of each hand, your legs opening obscenely wide for him as he pressed in even deeper, his face still buried in the crook of your neck and a perfect curve in his back as he licked and sucked at your throat, gliding his warm tongue up to your ears.

Megumi was molding you, shaping you as an expert artisan, his hands, his rock-hard member, making you, sculpting you into a form intricately tailored for his satisfaction alone, the secret cave of your heat, carved out perfectly by and into the shape of his tool.

Likewise, you had carved a space from his heart that only you could refill. Everything about you, from your person to your beautiful voice, the gleam in your eyes, to the way you received him, gently yet unintentionally massaging his ego and his manhood, you had locked him down into a den of pleasure that he had no desire to leave.

He growled against your skin, now thrusting into your gushing cunt over and over, the sound loud and vulgar in your ears. “Mmgh, everything about you is mine.” He hummed, rocking his hips repeatedly into your core.

As he pulled back, slowly opening his eyes, he waited to see yours. You kept your face turned sideways as your eyes screwed shut. You whimpered through heavy pants, overwhelmed. He felt so good, your body couldn't help the response, so much so... that you just ... couldn't...

“Look at me” Megumi insisted.

His reached a hand up to rest on that comfortable place at the base of your neck, his fingers curling around your pulse point, your body trembling uncontrollably as he pulled out a bit, then thrusted back in, and again, dragging his length against your walls, pressing in slowly, deeply, his forefinger turning your face toward him.

Your hooded, hazy, round eyes rested on his face. His beautiful face.

“Keep looking at me.” He whispered his words between huffs, “Only look at me... ngh... I love to see you cum” he breathed behind thrusts.

His eyes darkened, lids falling slightly as his hand left your ass, flattening against your skin as it glided across your hip to your belly. He slid the pad of his thumb down further, covering your swollen clit as it perched above your stretched opening. He massaged it, slowly rubbing tiny circles around it as the most sensual moans escaped your lips.

“Do it again.” He punctuated his sentence with a hard thrust. He hit you so deep that your entire body convulsed as his tip kissed the entrance to your womb.

“Ha~aah!” you wailed as your body tensed, your hot cum coating his stiff cock all over again, your breaths vibrating against his other hand as he gripped the back of your neck, nearly inflicting pain.

Your pleading face washed red... your mouth gaped open as you took the entirety of his thick length deep inside your heat, tightening even more around him as the next song hummed.

When We – Tank

“I'm making you feel this way.” Megumi drawled into your ear. He continued his deep thrusts, “It'll ... always be me.” He moaned, drilling himself into your ear and your throbbing pussy, then pulling out, feeling the residual heat from your insides before he plunged in again, his hand tightening its firm grip on your ass.

He picked up the pace, thrusting harder, faster, skin on skin slapping, beating relentlessly as the lewd sound echoed off of the walls of his loft, forcing louder moans from your lips.

“That's it, sweetness... ~haah ~ yeah~...” He pressed his face against your cheek, his breath wafting down your neck, jet-black strands tickling your skin, sending chills up and down your spine.

“Open up that pretty pussy... let me in... I'll die inside.” he gripped your neck tighter, his strong arm locking you in place as he beat his name into the depths of your core.

He moved to lightly press his open mouth against yours as he held your throat and you both exchanged air, bodies shuddering from the intensity as you moaned, “Ngh!!!” unable to say anything more.

Megumi breathed directly into your mouth softly, “God, I missed you... you're doing so good, baby.” he purred, “Cum ... let me feel you cum again for me.”

You began to sob underneath him, oversensitive and overworked, but dying with pleasure as he commanded you, rutting hard into your heat as he dipped his tongue into your mouth, sucking at your swollen lips, then slid his wet muscle slowly down your chin, massaging your throat with hot kisses, back up your jaw, to your cheek, then back to your lips.

You whimpered softly ... “Me~gumi ... ha~ah... haah” behind the warm tears seeping down the sides of your flushed cheeks.

“You're so fucking sweet...” he praised as he rocked his hips into you, “So good and so sweet…” he continued, feeling you tighten around him. “You remember being on your knees for me, hm?” he whispered into the shell of your ear, “Being a good little slut for me? ... Lemme hear it...”

It hit you again like a tidal wave “y–yes ... s–sir... you murmured, as your pupils pulsed with hearts. “I'm ... I'm cu–cumming! ... Fuck... y-yeeea~ah!”

Megumi released your neck, gliding his fingers into your hair as you came, fisting it into the top of your head as he fucked you silly and filled you with spend, the warmth coating your insides beautifully as you milked him dry.

This man was unequivocally yours. And you really were his. Ask him to do anything, he'll do it. Your name was branded onto his heart and his body melded into yours.

And you, you couldn't imagine being without him. Where could you go and not desire him? He fulfilled you in a way that no one else could. He was IT for you. And it was not hard to recognize.

You were head over heels in love with him.

You loved and wanted every bit of him. His quirks, his faults, his issues, his blemishes, his love. All of it. He supported you, cared for you, regarded you, considered you, and made you feel fucking amazing.

So you let go and allowed yourself to fall. And as afraid as you were, you realized you already had. Deeply.

Megumi remained inside you, refusing to disconnect, resting in your warmth as the high washed over you both. He pressed his face against your cheek and breathed,

“I love you.”

*~*~*~*~*

Your eyes parted, a bit of light shining through Megumi's large window, the curtains pulled open, revealing the dark morning sky. You were slightly disoriented, having awakened in his room. The moment you recalled where you were, a feeling of deep satisfaction washed over you. Happiness.

Being with Megumi Fushiguro like this in his home, you felt so ... safe. No rush to leave, no pressure to go home, no awkwardness or confusion, no feelings of being out of place or unwelcome as has happened other times in your adult life. There were no questions or doubts. Just comfort, safety, and peace.

You took a deep breath as you peered through the mostly dark at his pretty sleeping face. The man that you already know you have decided to give yourself over to. How long has it been since you've felt this? Have you ever felt like this?

Love Song – 311

played softly on his speaker as you reached your hand over to brush your fingers through his hair. You smiled warmly as you took in his not-so-subtle beauty, the feeling of never wanting to leave this spot, weighing your body down comfortably.

Your fingers slid slowly up and down his muscular arm, and you reluctantly turned away from his face, moving to exit the bed. His hand suddenly wrapped around your waist, stopping you.

“Where are you going?” he asked in a muffled, sleepy voice.

You turned back to him, “To the bathroom, babe.” You whispered, kissing him on the cheek, your lips lingering on his face as your fingers curled around his neck.

“Mmmh...” Megumi moaned in deep relaxation. “Don't leave.”

You smiled warmly. “I wouldn't dare.” You whispered as you turned to look at his clock, noticing it was just past 7am. You got up and grabbed your phone, wandering off to the bathroom.

Megumi watched as you slid it off of the bedside table, unable to sate his curiosity regarding who you'd possibly want to contact at this hour.

Regardless, he couldn't deny himself the pleasure of enjoying your presence with him right here and now, after you had just given him one of the best and most gratifying nights of his life. He usually spent every night here, or at his studio, alone, waking up to only his body, the quiet of his personal space, with only reminders of his accomplishments and hard work to keep him vaguely warm.

But, having someone, you specifically, to share his space with, to wake up to, someone he knows well, someone who really gets him and shares his likes and his life, is so fulfilling, it'd be a true crime to go back to the way it was.

And just how was it again? What was it like before you?

You turned to peek at his beautiful form as he lay under his black blankets, his soft, pale skin and pretty blue eyes peering back toward you in your birthday suit as you stepped into his oversized adidas slides and your robe you brought.

The look of him warmed your heart as you fought the urge to jump back into bed and wrap yourself in his arms, forcing yourself to look away.

You disappeared around the frame of his room door, crossing the hall into the bathroom, then closing the door behind you to be sure you could have the conversation you wanted without it reaching his ears. You turned on the shower, sat on the toilet and dialed the number.

“Hello?” she answered.

“Maki?”

“Girl... It's SO early!” she huffed, her voice laced with annoyance.

“I know, I know! I'm so sorry.” You whispered. “I had to take an opportunity since he's not close by. So, when can we do this?” You asked, cupping your hand over your mouth. “It's so close... I wanna be sure to finish in time.”

“Definitely tonight for sure.” She answered. “The guys agreed to practice what you sent, and they think they're ready for your first visit. Also, I talked to her, and she says she's cleared.”

You suddenly feel butterflies fluttering in your belly. “Oh my god, I'm so nervous!” you squeaked, “I told him I had to work later. How can we keep him from the studio?” You questioned, turning toward the door in case he barged in.

“Yuji promised to manage that. And Ino will be here with us. He's gonna take care of the drums.”

“Yes!!” you giggled, almost too loud, shrinking quickly, covering your mouth again. “Agh! You're the BEST! Okay! I'll see you at three, right?”

“Yup. Three sharp! His birthday is in a week.” Maki replied, “Oh, and be prepared. He's not gonna like that we did this.”

You rolled your eyes, smiling. “Yeah, I figured as much, but you know I don't care, right? I can't wait to piss him off a little.” You said, with a wrinkle in your nose.

“Oh my God girl, you're exactly right for him. Ha-ha!” Maki says, joking but serious.

You suddenly hear a light knock on the door. You turned, slightly startled, per your attempt to be sneaky. “Yeah?” you answered.

“Hey, you want waffles?”

“Yum! Yes! Thank you!” you said to Megumi, then turned back toward the phone to reply to Maki, whispering, “Okay I gotta go! I'll see you later!”

“Okay, don't accidently spill the tea.” she answers.

“Hehehe... I'll try not to.” You replied, ending the call.

A warm feeling slowly engulfed your heart as you gently squeezed the phone in your hand, plopping it down in your lap as you exhaled, then slowly inhaled the lingering smell of Megumi on your skin, and in the bathroom from his soaps and personal belongings in this space as your eyes floated around the room.

A smile spread across your face as you hurried and stripped down, hopping into the shower so as not to appear more suspicious than you already did.

*~*~*~*~*

Fade Away – Lucky Daye

now played on his flat screen. So, you have to work later, huh?” Megumi asked, stuffing his mouth with a forkful of waffles that had no syrup.

“Yup” you answered. “Those have gotta be dry.” You teased, frowning.

“Yea, a little.” He shrugged. “But they're already sweet. And I have coffee.”

“True. They're also tasty though. I didn't realize you were such a good cook.” You said, smiling.

“I had to cook a lot as a kid. I learned pretty early. My mom didn't spend much time at home with me and my sister before she passed, and my dad wasn't around ... until he was.” His eyebrows jumped as he stabbed another bundle of waffles onto his fork before his eyes flicked back up at you.

You gazed at him thoughtfully, considering that you had actually not had many conversations with him about his parents. Or his sister. “Are you and your sister still close?”

“We are. We don't talk as much as we'd like to though, since she's studying abroad and pretty busy. I'd say we chat like...” he squinted as he shook his head slowly, “two to three times a week?”

A smirk curled into your lips as you nodded slowly, his vulnerability making your heart flutter a bit. You watched him eating, that relaxed, pouty, blank look on his face ironically enveloping you in more warmth. He was always so adorable, and you couldn't wait to embarrass him to pieces.

You recalled talking to him a bit about his parents yesterday before the show at “dinner”, and he told you that he got along well with them both. He mentioned that they all had a hard time after his mom passed, and Toji disappeared for a while, leaving him alone with his sister. When he finally came back, he worked hard to get closer to Megumi and Tsumiki and earn their trust again.

Regardless of it all, Megumi grew up to be a beautiful person, caring for his sister under difficult circumstances, and still becoming a powerful presence, now on his way to being a full-fledged star. Which, you already felt he was. You loved everything about him, whether he was the leader of a rock band or a janitor.

“Do you think I could meet her sometime?” you finally uttered, curious what he thought of it.

“I don't mind at all. And I think she'd like that.” His lids fell over his eyes ever so slightly as he peered over at you, slowly chewing the last of his waffle, leaning back in his seat. “So... what do you wanna do until you have to go to work?”

“Hmm... I dunno. It's too cold to go out at the moment. And I still have quite a while before I have to be there. Wanna watch a movie?”

“Yup.” He replied.

“Okay. I'll get this, you get the movie?” You said as you stood to grab the dishes from the table.

“Cool. I'll get a quick shower while you do that and come right back.” He said.

You watched out of the corner of your eye, stuffing the dishwasher with your plates as he reached for the remote, choosing a romance film.

~*~*~*~*~

You were surprised at how exhausted you were with all the work you'd been doing, but you gathered that it must be the adrenaline keeping you afloat as you walked quickly toward your office building from the train station.

It had already been 4 days since you saw Megumi last, and today, you had to run in to work to grab a few things before heading to his studio, hopefully long before he showed up with Yuji.

When you texted, you told him you were working, and it was already about six twenty-five. You were scheduled to be at the studio by seven. You were in quite a hurry, hoping you could grab your drive from your desk and head back. You stepped off the elevator and turned the corner to walk the aisle to your desk, only to see someone already sitting there.

“Um... May I help you?” you asked with a frown, tilting your head to the side as you tried to get a look at the stranger's face as he sat typing at your computer. You were considerably surprised at how he managed, since it had been locked.

The stranger didn't turn to look at you, his demeanor devoid any regard for the fact that he was absolutely not supposed to be all up in your personal space. “No, I think I can manage. Thanks.” He replied in a deep voice, quite nonchalantly.

You huffed, “Perhaps you can, but ... what exactly are you doing at my desk?” you asked, rolling your eyes from behind his back. He appeared to be extremely well built, tall, and had tattoos all up and down his bulky, muscular arms, most of them hidden behind his barely transparent white oxford which he had rolled halfway up his forearms.

“Last I checked it belonged to the company.” He replied rather rudely, still without even bothering to turn and look at you.

You scoffed, now irritated. “Pardon me, but who are you?”

He sighed as if tired of being asked any questions. “I, am Sukuna.” He answered, still seated in the opposite direction as he continued to type away. “And who, pray tell, are you?” he asked, squinting as he leaned in toward the screen, rummaging through your apps.

“I'm the owner of all the belongings you're currently hovering over and the files you've invaded. I'll need you to please remove yourself from my desk.”

Sukuna turned himself around to face you finally, seemingly annoyed as he frowned, his expression softening, and morphing from irritated to slightly amused after setting eyes on your face, shocked at your audacity as he leaned back in your seat, crossing his arms.

You crossed yours in response, raising your eyebrows, blinking a few times with pursed lips as you waited for him to comply.

He chuckled, locking eyes with you “Well well...” he huffed as he finally stood slowly, towering nearly a foot above you, his eyes widening. “Looks like we have a live one in this department.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa...” Geto chimed in, power walking over from around the corner to explain what's going on. He quickly introduced you, “this is Sukuna. You remember we spoke briefly about him coming by to help us out here, right?”

“Mmmm” you replied, your eyes flicking from Geto back to Sukuna, looking him up and down as he smirked back at you. “I wasn't aware my privacy would be in question upon his arrival.”

“Oh, it isn't. I politely offered my services since you're a little ... overwhelmed.” He seemed to love the sound of his own voice as his words drawled from his mouth past the pretentious look on his face.

“Well, um ... 'Sukuna', is it?” you replied, “that tends to happen when a single person is processing the work of five. But we appreciate your assistance. Were you looking for something in particular among my personal belongings?”

Geto took a deep breath as he noted the obvious tension between the two of you, “My apologies, we needed these documents,” he handed a piece of paper over to you with a list, as your glare continued to cut into Sukuna's gaze.

“You happened to be the only one who had them downloaded. I apologize for not calling you about it sooner, but we're on a deadline and needed them quickly.” Geto explained.

You gently took the paper from him, taking a quick peek before handing it back to him, moving toward your seat which was directly behind Sukuna. “If you'll ... excuse me?” you requested.

Sukuna motioned, stretching out one of his hands, granting you access to your own desk, the corners of his lips turning down a little in the corners.

You sat for a few moments, taking a deep breath as you felt their eyes on your back. You quickly pressed a few keys, pushed your mouse around, hit a few clicks, then swiveled in your chair back to Geto. “All done, and all sent to your primary. Is there anything else I can get for you?”

“Uh,” he paused, his eyes flicking to Sukuna then back to you as he pressed his lips into a hard line. “No, I think that'll be fine for now”.

Sukuna continued to glare your direction, with his large arms crossed, “Except... I'll need you to hang out here for a few hours to answer some questions about that project.” He uttered as his eyes traveled up and down your frame.

“Yeah...” you shook your head and shrugged, “I'm afraid that's a commitment I'm unable to keep at the moment since I have prior engagements.” You replied sharply, nodding at the end of your statement with a tiny smirk. “Also, that's a request generally made by management?”

He paused for a moment, seemingly entertained by your snarky disposition. “Well, unfortunately for you, one of the requirements of this position is to be available for overtime at the request of management ... which I currently am.” He retorted, squinting slightly as his lips turned up slyly at you.

Your eyes widened as you turned them toward Geto, hoping to hear reason escape his lips.

“I think we can manage without her just this once, huh Sukuna?” he chuckled in a way that you hardly found funny, patting Sukuna on the shoulder who maintained his curious gaze at you as you cut your eyes toward Geto.

“Well, I just came by to pick up a few things.” You turned to grab your jump drive that you hadn't realized you left inside the port in front of your computer. You yanked it out, turning toward Geto. “See you tomorrow?”

“We most certainly will.” Sukuna answered, regardless of the fact that you weren't talking to him. You rose from your desk, the feeling of his eyes resting on you making you shudder with discomfort. His gaze remained locked on you as it followed you around the corner, until you disappeared back to the elevator.

*~*~*~*~*

Blood Money - Vancouver Sleep Clinic

played on the studio speaker as you sat on the couch. “I wanted to kick his smug ass.” You said to Nobara, rolling your eyes as she sat next to you behind Ino's panel.

“Shit, I don't blame you. What the hell is up with Geto these days? He seems to be leaning on you quite a bit for the well-being of that office. Maybe it's time you asked for another raise.”

“Yeah, no kidding. That Sukuna character is gonna be a real headache for sure. Thank God I didn't have to actually stay there today. I told Megumi I was going to work, now I don't have to feel bad for lying to him. You chuckled, I actually did have to 'work'.” You said, shaking your head.

“Well, he's out with Yuji now, they won't be here until around 9, so I think you're in the clear.”

“Nice.” You replied.

“Hey lady, you're up!” Ino called, spinning around in his chair toward you and Nobara.

You smiled over your shoulder at your bestie before heading over to the sound booth and the live microphone.

“Don't freak out, singer.” Choso teased. “We got you”.

You scrunched your nose up at him and smiled, then spoke into the mic to help Ino adjust it to your voice. “But it's only been a couple days.” Your voice reverberated off the walls beautifully after speaking into that expensive microphone. “You guys have this memorized already?”

“Who you think you're talking to?” Choso quipped, and they all chuckled. “Nah, I'm just kidding, we're good though.” He continued. “We have the track here if we screw anything up, but we've gone over it quite a few times at home separately and together, so don't worry.”

You breathed a sigh of relief, cringing a little at his pretend arrogance, but he was right. Your music was hardly anywhere near as complicated as theirs, but you still wanted everything to be perfect. Megumi deserved for you to try your best, though you knew he wouldn't care if you did the whole thing wrong especially in a situation like this. He would love your singing.

“Okay lets do this.” you said, as you waited for Ino to queue you in.

*~*~*~*~*

The rehearsal was a success. A million pounds of weight seemed to be lifted from your shoulders after it was all done.

You went down the line, hugging each of the band members for working with you so well. You couldn't believe how fast they grasped the material, though they are all experts, so it really shouldn't have surprised you as much.

“Are you guys sure you're comfortable singing backup for me?” You said to Maki, after hugging her last.

“Not uncomfortable in the slightest.” Choso replied, “I figured you had chops, but damn, girl!”

“For real.” Yuta interjected. “I'm gonna love playing for you. With vocals like that? It's an honor.”

“Fire.” Toge chimed, as he nodded.

“Seriously, quit worrying.” Maki reassured. “It was perfect.”

“And it will be perfect, no matter what.” Ino chimed. “Who wrote that anyway?”

“I did.” You answered. “I had it all in my head but couldn't play all the parts the way I wanted to, so I just roughly attempted them on the guitar.” You shook your head. “You guys brought this music to life in a way that I never dreamed I'd hear it. I'm so grateful.” You said, holding your hand up to your mouth as tears came to your eyes.

“Megumi's just ... I want him to love it.” you looked around to them all, “And I couldn't have asked for a better sound in a million years. Thank you so much you guys.”

“Anytime.” Ino replied, as an adorable smile graced his face. “No, seriously. Any time. You must be planning to finish an album, right? That voice and that music can't go to waste. I won't allow it.”

“Oh my god, I can't afford you, Ino.” You muttered behind a nervous laugh.

“Girl... you heard me. You're on deck.” He said as he gathered his things.

You looked over at Choso as he nodded in agreement with his eyebrows raised, along with the rest of the band, their expressions a warning that you'd probably better get your shit together while they're all on the same page about supporting.

“Seriously, y'all are gonna make me cry!” You said, as you turned to walk quickly out the booth door toward Nobara with a huge smile on your face, and an equal amount of embarrassment.

Ino shook his head at you, snickering as he said his goodbyes, in a rush to leave out the back door early to avoid Megumi seeing him since he wanted to surprise him with his visit.

“Girl! That was fucking amazing!! I'm so excited for you!” Nobara said, smiling widely, and extremely excited.

You plopped down on the couch next to her, covering your face with your hands. “Thanks, love. I'm really freaking out right now, but it's gotta be done.”

“Tch... You know he's gonna kick your ass, right?”

“Hehe, yeah... or kiss it if I'm lucky.” You mumbled as you looked at her out the corner of your eye.

Nobara's entire face opened up in shock as she laughed. “Ahhh!! Oh my god, listen to you!” She pushed your shoulder off of her as she teased you, and you both giggled.

Just then, your phone rang, interrupting your moment with a call from a number you didn't recognize.

You finished giggling as you explained, “I think I might have to take this. Gimme a sec.” you held out your finger as you stepped out of the inner studio to the open area.

Something In the Way – Nirvana

played on the speaker as you answered.

“Hello?”

The caller asked if you were available without bothering to introduce himself, in a deep, stern voice.

“Speaking, how can I help you?”

“This is Sukuna. I'm calling to inquire about the overtime we discussed.”

You flinched, considering you must have misheard the name. “Who?” you replied.

“I'm pretty sure you remember me. It's Sukuna. Your manager?”

You paused in disbelief. Waiting to hear something reasonable come from the other side of that line.

“Our deadline is fast approaching, and it seems we need all the help we can get on this project.” He continued.

You couldn't believe this man had the mitigated gall to contact you on your private line, actually demanding work from you on your day off.

“I'm sorry to disappoint you, but again, I won't be available until tomorrow morning as scheduled.” You frowned angrily, your tone firming, “Just exactly how did you obtain my personal number?”

“I requested it from Geto. I'm making calls to our subordinates, offering the opportunity to acquire more income as well as –”

“Excuse me,” your eyes pressed shut “did you just say, subordinates?” you scoffed. Geto never spoke to his employees that way. Though you did work “under” him, he was far more likely to use the term “team member”. It was clear that this man was already bringing down the morale in the workplace and now doing the same in your personal space outside of that.

“Yes,” he continued, “we are your superiors are we not? There are a few who've agreed to work a few extra hours tonight as we have quite a bit to accomplish and will require as many hands as possible.”

“I'm sorry, but... were you not hired for this very reason, Sukuna? As a longtime employee of this company, I'd like to suggest you take this as an opportunity not only to legitimize your position there, but to reinforce Geto's faith in your abilities.”

Your phone began to ring just then from another line. You glanced at it, noticing yet another number you were unable to recognize.

“Now, if you'll excuse me, I have another call coming through. I'll be happy to speak with Geto at a later date if you'd like to discuss this further. Have a good evening.” you rolled your eyes as you ended the call abruptly, answering the next one.

“Hello?” you answered, your tone possibly a little too curt.

“Hello? ... Um... this is Tsumiki? ... I'm calling for –”

“Oh hi!” You introduced yourself, your voice softening immediately. “Tsumiki! I'm so glad you called. I'm happy to hear from you! I want to thank you for being a part of this.”

“Oh of course. It's not a problem in the least! I'm glad someone is doing it because as you probably know, he would never.”

You chuckled a bit. “Not in a million years. I just hope he doesn't kill me after.”

“You and me both.” She replied with a giggle.

“So, you'll be able to make it? I mean, it won't put a strain on you, right?”

“Not at all.” She replied happily, “I'll be there with bells on. I'm ecstatic to see him. It's been too long. It'll settle my mind to know how he's been doing all this time. To see all his friends, and to be sure he's well. And It'll be great to meet you, too.”

You hear the door open to the studio from outside the building as Yuji and Megumi stumble in, Yuji, teasing him about something silly. You turned back toward the phone covering your mouth as you spoke.

“Oh my God, same! I'm so excited but he's here I gotta go!”. You whispered with your hand over the phone, regrettably rushing her off as you turned toward the boys who seemed too distracted to notice you.

“Okay! I'll shoot you a text when I land.” She replied before she hung up.

Megumi and Yuji arrived at around 9:30, far more than just a bit tipsy as you could tell by their conversation. Yuji worked to keep Megumi facing his direction to distract him as you ducked by. You'd hoped to escape his view as you rushed back to the control room from the foyer where they'd entered.

You scurried over to where Nobara was sitting and plopped down next to her on the couch just as the boys wandered into the room.

“Where the hell have you guys been?” Nobara asked as she got up to hug Yuji.

Megumi did a double take as he noticed you, staring down at you with a wrinkle in his forehead as he turned the rest of his body your direction.

“Aaand what are you doing here?” He asked, quietly, holding his liquor almost as well as he holds his drumsticks.

“Hey. I'm just hanging out.” You shrugged. “Don't mind me.”

He stared at you for a beat, his eyes looking you over in that way. “What are you up to?” he asked, his face scrunching in suspicion.

“Up to?” you replied, your eyebrows pressing upward into your forehead as you looked around, puzzled. “Me?”

“Yeah. YOU.” he huffed, “You've been acting weird lately. What's up with you?”

“Uh...” you chuckled. “Nothing... I'm just hanging out with my friends!”

His gaze minimized into a squint as it bored into yours. “Commere for a sec.” he leaned in, reaching for your hand, waiting for you to place it in his so he could pull you up from the couch.

“Whats up Megz?” Yuji asked, as Nobara leaned closer into their hug.

“Nothing...” Megumi replied as you gave him your hand. He scanned your body out the corner of his eye with slightly pursed lips as he pulled you toward the door. He was quite wasted... and severely uninhibited, likely triggered by your unexpected presence.

“Megumi... what are you –?” you asked as he led you toward his office, pushing your body in front of him as he pressed you into the room with his, closing and locking the door behind him.

Summer Walker – CPR

played on his system as he walked slowly toward you with both hands behind his back. “You're up to something.”

Ugh... Fucking smartass.

You thought, as you stumbled around to his glare with him an inch away from your face, slowly forcing you to step backward, deeper into the room.

You scoffed, crossing your arms, eyelids fluttering as you licked your lips. “You have a problem with me being at your studio Megz?” You asked, shifting your weight from one leg to the other.

“Tch. No, I don't, and you know that.” He replied, a sway in his step and his eyes still little as he peered at you. “Now, tell me what the fuck you're up to.”

You snickered at his misplaced seriousness, your mouth gaping open at him cussing at you, as you found it terribly amusing how his well-put-together, relaxed demeanor was in a bit of a mess, his cheeks beet red from his drinks.

“I told you, I'm not 'up to' anything.” You replied, in a huff, uncrossing your arms, holding your hands out, palms up as if to prove they were empty. “Noby told me you went out with Yuji and would be back here, so I came after work!” You rolled your eyes and sighed. Look, I’ve had a long day. Can we just go back now?” you said as you attempted to bypass him, heading toward the door.

He quickly gripped your arm, pulling you back as he continued to peer down at you, “You're lying” he said with an upward nod. He hadn't raised his voice, but it was clear he was skeptical, scrutinizing your features and behavior, wheels clearly turning in his head, obviously oiled by the alcohol.

“I heard you secretly giggling on the phone in the bathroom at my place the other day, and again just now. You didn't spend all night at work because I saw you in town at six-thirty. The fuck are you tip toeing around for?” He went on, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he took another step, far too close to you.

You huffed, snickering at his attitude. “Megumi...” your voice nearly a whisper as you challenged his concern. “Fucking relax, okay? You're intoxicated. Chill. I'm just here to hang out with you at the studio.” You kept smiling, so entertained by his behavior you practically gave yourself away since it made you appear to be lying all the more.

His gaze lingered on you for a moment, his eyes bouncing between each of yours before he grabbed your wrist, walking you from the doorway of his office to the empty portion of his adjacent wall that displayed less of his trophies, and contained enough space to fit your bodies.

“I'll say it one more time. Tell me what you're doing.” He demanded again as his fingers slid up your forearm from your wrist, curling around your bicep as his gaze traveled across your breasts.

“What the fuck, Megumi? I'm sus for talking on the phone?”

“No,” he said, glancing up. “You're sus for making your conversations a secret.”

You paused, staring back. “Are you kidding me? You're too smart for your own fucking good you know that?” you mumbled, your heart beating faster by the second as you swallowed thickly, having some idea where his head was at.

He pressed his left palm flat against the wall behind you to the right of your head. “Maybe I am, but you'll pay for it.” he drawled as his head cocked to the side and his glassy eyes scanned your figure.

“And … what the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“It means I'm holding you accountable.” He leaned in even closer to the shell of your ear. “Turn around and pull your skirt up.”

You suddenly let out a breath you had no idea you were holding as you cut your eyes toward him, only able to see his neck from this angle as he buried his head in the crook of yours, inhaling you. The aroma of soap and incense swirled in your senses as his right hand inched up your shirt from the waist. “Clearly, you're a little … anxious right now … Megumi … “you breathed, your skin tingling hot and sensitive where he touched.

He scoffed, leaning back, flashing a mischievous grin. “You're a terrible liar.” He murmured calmly as his sleepy eyes continued to rake over you. “Now do what you're told.”

Your eyes fluttered as you felt your core clench. You surveyed his features, finding nothing but resolve and hunger in his eyes as you anticipated his next move. “You don't trust me?” you said, literally standing your ground as you peered up at him through your lashes. “I'm … hurt …”

Megumi's stepped the last inch toward you, closing the gap between his chest and yours as your back pressed flush against the wall. He turned his head down toward your ear, “I'll get it out of you.” he spoke, pressing his knee between your legs. You flinched as his thigh brushed against your clothed clit, your skirt hiking up almost completely, his hand moving higher from your waist until it cupped around your breast over your bra.

You could feel your body succumbing, heat pooling in your core as he trapped your nipple between his index and thumb, tugging the sensitive nub as it slowly grew harder. He squeezed as he watched pink fill your cheeks. With each flinch, your clit was teased even more. His left hand curled around your neck, as he buried his face in the other side and his jet-black strands brushed against your skin.

Not You Too – Drake (feat. Chris Brown)

“Wh – What are you doing?” you whined as he pressed his body harder against you, your hands gripping his sleeves on each side, pressing forward into his biceps in a futile effort to push him away. “There's nothing to... fucking talk about...”

He huffed as he flicked out his tongue, planting a wet open-mouthed kiss to the base of your neck, then slid one long stroke up to your earlobe, sending a sharp tingle down that entire side of your body, eliciting a whimper from your lips.

Your breathing intensified as he continued, both of his hands moving to grip the bottom of your shirt, pulling it up and over your breasts. He buried his face between them, his hands moving to grip each side as he pressed them into his cheeks he sucked hot pink blotches into your smooth skin. Tinges of pain pierced through you as you struggled to maintain your composure, your clit rubbing along the rough grain of his jeans.

Megumi seemed to disappear into his very own world, wetting your chest with his hot tongue and saliva. He curled his fingers around the hem of your bra, pulling down each side, both of your hardened nipples bouncing out toward him. With a low groan, his lips immediately pursed around one, sucking feverishly, his cheeks caving as your entire areola disappeared into his mouth while his other hand gripped and pinched the opposite nub.

As your moans grew louder, he seemed to grow more desperate as he continued, his mouth giving attention to the other side, your tender nub now exposed to the chill in the air as the pad of his thumb now slid across the slick he'd left behind. “Me~gumi...! Ngh!” You whined, fisting his shirt even tighter as you tried to keep quiet.

Megumi sucked hard one last time, then looked up from your soft chest, “Ah … I love that pretty voice.” He grumbled as he moved his other leg between yours, spreading your thighs wider. His left hand moved between your legs as he lifted your thigh, propping it up with his arm.

His breath ghosted down your neck as his right hand squeezed each part of your body it passed as it made its way to your matching cotton panties. “I love this pretty pussy, too...” he breathed as his long fingers slid across your clit in circular motions as they moved further down, teasing your entrance as his palm rested on your pubic bone.

“F-fuck, Megumi!” you whispered, breathing heavily as he pressed his torso into you, and your head pressed back against the wall. “Our friends are out there.”

“And? They'll be alright ... these rooms are soundproofed.” he held your thigh up along in his left forearm as he gazed at you lustfully, his hand squeezing your ass from under your leg as he toyed with your middle in the other. “and I said start talking.”

“Ngh... No!” You refused. “We need to stop…” you whimpered.

“No?” he spoke into your neck as he bent down further, pushing his knees against the wall and his hips between your legs, spreading them even wider. His soft lips planted a warm, wet kiss on your neck as his hand slipped under the hem of your panties, dipping past your folds, soaking in your slick as he glided his fingers slowly back and forth. “You say that” he whispered, “yet here you are again, being my sweet little slutty girl...” He drummed in your ear. “C'ept now you're in trouble.”

You pushed your hands against his chest to move him away as electricity coursed through your body and spread through every limb, but he pressed harder against you, resisting. “Megu–”

“Don't say shit unless you're gonna come clean.” he breathed through his teeth as he watched your face flush hot pink, and his middle fingers moved faster, catching your tingling clit between them as you squirmed.

He smirked as he watched your reactions, yet irritated by the barrier of fabric between you. He moved both hands to the thin strap of your panties, the fabric on your opposite hip, digging into the surface of your skin as he easily ripped the strap apart, allowing them to fall along your leg to the floor.

Your body shook as you whimpered, “O-oh my god... ~mmmfuck!~”

Megumi opened his mouth and pressed it against your whimpering lips, the tip of his wet tongue inching past them teasingly, gliding against the tip of yours as his fingers played with your now sopping pussy. Your propped leg bent around his opposite elbow, tensing as his hand pressed hard against the wall, locking you in place.

“~Haaah...” Megumi breathed, his eyes rolling back as his mind numbed, the pleasure from the sensation of your wetness on his digits hypnotizing him. He continued to glide his slippery tongue across the front of your lips, refusing to sink it deeper as of yet, the lingering flavor of Guinness barely making it to your tastebuds as his fingers mimicked its ministrations, swirling messily around your wet folds.

“Y– you're... gonna m– make me cum!” You warned as your hips jerked under his aggressive hand.

“Mmhmm...” He grunted, the pads of his fingers slipping around your clit, then dipping suddenly as he plunged them deep inside you, curling perfectly into your sweet spot. “so hot … and so fucking tight” he hissed.

“Aaaah... fuuuh~! Your lower lip quivered as you clenched around his fingers, your juices now dripping along his veiny hand.

“I told you to address me as, ‘Sir’”. He spoke into your lips as he removed his hand from the wall, gripping your thigh to lift it a little more around his waist, which you reflexively squeezed into place around him.

You felt yourself coming completely undone; his fingers working your insides forcing heat to pool in your core, your hips jerking uncontrollably, your bottom lip quivering against his as he spoke “I have... N-nothing to say...!” it was coming, and coming fast. “Ngh!”

It was so hard to resist him. He could truly be a menace if he wants to apparently, but somehow it just didn't fucking matter.

“Tch” ... Megumi scoffed, “nothing huh?” he griped as his eyes locked with yours for a moment just before his lips crashed eagerly into yours and he plunged his tongue down your throat.

Your moans becoming more desperate as the lewd, squelching sounds rang with sheer vulgarity in your ears as he sank his fingers inside you to the knuckle. Your pussy throbbed as your sopping canal tightened around his long fingers. He quickly lowered himself under your leg as he propped it over his shoulder, your other thigh widening in response as it stood shakily on the tip of your toes.

He peered up at you, pupils blown out dark as he locked his mouth around your pussy, his tongue making maddening circles around your clit as he plunged his fingers in and out of your hole.

You reached for purchase along the wall behind you, finding none, then swiftly moved to grip the black strands of his hair, wailing out as he fucked you relentlessly with his mouth and fingers. “N – no! Mmgh! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!” you warned as your core erupted fiercely and your hot juices poured into his mouth from beneath you.

Megumi hummed with explicit satisfaction as he drank you down, firmly gripping your ass, pulling your body against himself as you fisted his hair between your fingers and literally rode out your high on his face. Your mouth gaped open as you trembled, your quivering body unable to come down as your eyes fluttered shut.

Megumi peered past your breasts with you still in his mouth, the view of your beautiful face making his dick even harder as he watched you cum. He passed multiple strokes across your pussy with his tongue, licking and sucking you clean, sliding it up from your opening through your folds with each pass, then planted a wet kiss to your clit before he stood, wiping his mouth with the palm of his hand, then licking his lips.

He leaned in with a sly grin. “Just look at that pretty face.” He purred with utter satisfaction on his. “I'm sure you're ready to obey now... unless you want more...”

Dazed, you peered at his reddened face through your lashes. “I ... t – told you...” Your breath hitching between words. Your body was growing limp, trembling all over as you propped yourself against the wall.

WTH – Jene Aiko

played on his speaker. His left hand moved up to grip your neck as he pressed his lips into yours, the taste of your arousal lingering on his tongue as it lashed around your mouth and the clinking sound of his belt coming undone rang loud in your ears. “I guess I'll just have to take that sweet little pussy then huh?” he drawled as he peeled you from the wall, wrapping his arm around your waist as he, turned you to toss you onto the couch.

He plopped down on top of you, his voice drumming low and slow in your ears as he sucked at your lips, his uncharacteristically sloppy kisses hindering your access to oxygen as he then yanked at his boxers with his remaining hand, eager to release his throbbing dick from its confines.

Megumi pulled his pants down past his thighs, lifting your leg up to grant himself access. His opposite hand gripped his rock hard cock as you suddenly felt its hot tip pressing eagerly against your entrance.

… “I'll make an honest woman outta you … “he warned, as his hard, angry head inched further into your soft hole, both his grip around the back of your knee, and your core around nothing, tightening in anticipation. He pressed in harder, your folds blossoming for him as his large member stretched you deliciously.

Your entire being shuddered as he made his way inside, your body responding to the warmth of his tongue, the feeling of his hot breath ghosting down your neck, and his strong hand wrapped around your thigh… You couldn't help it. Shouldn't you be embarrassed? Shouldn't you tell him to stop? It had become too easy. You, had become far too easy for him. As far as you were concerned, he could do no wrong. Or … maybe he could … if you weren't such a fucking masochist.

He pressed his body weight against you, pinning you down, your slick overflowing, allowing him to glide in with ease. “Ngh ~ so … fucking good...” he moaned, sinking deeper inside.

“S'too … big … hngh!” You whined to no avail as your trembling hands gripped the fabric of his shirt into crumpled balls behind his neck and at his waist. His hand curled under your other leg, lifting your thigh around his forearm, both of his hands now firmly gripping your ass, your legs now propped over his shoulders.

“Why are you so fucking wet?” he grunted into your mouth, thrusting his hips aggressively forward, pausing inside at the end of each to savor the feeling of hitting so perfectly inside you. “You're ... dripping while I'm ~ haaah ~ doing this shit to you?” His words droned out between thrusts. “The fuck is wrong with you... huh?”

You muffled your whine, and your core gripped him like a vice, even more so as he mocked you. “So fucking nasty” … he moaned hot into your ear, your arms wrapped around his neck as he drove his rock-hard cock into your sloppy cunt. “Yeah… you like being a n~nasty little slut f'me…”

All that could spill from your lips was a whimper as he pounded into you, his voice and words arousing you, making you crazy.

“Mmhhhh that's it... you know better... open up for daddy” he prompted with a roll of his hips, rocking himself unbelievably deeper into your core.

“Meg~gumi! Ngh!!” You screwed your eyes shut, your mouth gaping open into a silent scream his fingers slid down from the fat of your ass, inching closer to your pussy, widening your openings as the sounds of your juices squelching hummed obscenely through the quiet of his office.

Megumi drawled as his hot cock tapped your sweet spot repeatedly, each time, bringing tears to your eyes. “You're … ssshit … haah ~ giving my pussy away?”

“N ~ never!” you moaned, “Fuck you! … M~more!”

His body bobbed up and down as his glazed over blues pierced into your eyes behind his fierce frown, your insides massaging his length so good as he fucked you closer toward the edge.

You wailed out, moving one of your hands to cup your mouth, ensuring no one standing outside his door could hear you. Your core tightened fiercely as he thrusted one last time, pulling out just as you were about to cum.

“Haaah~fuck! Mmmmh! No no no … Please! Your whimpers tickled his ears as he watched your pleading face and your pink lips.

Megumi leaned in, mushing his face into the side of yours, his lips at the shell of your ear, “You're so pretty when you beg... Please, what?” he dragged his mouth along your jaw, then planted wet kisses on your lips, sucking in your bottom lip again, “Mnngh...” he whispered, “Don't fuck with me.”

“How … dare you … think that.” You huffed, short of breath, your bottom lip quivering, “Are you … f ~ fucking crazy?” You griped, water pooling in your eyes as your entire body trembled in his arms. “Please... don't stop” you whispered.

You couldn't imagine wanting anyone, anything more. He was insane to think something like that would ever cross your mind.

Megumi's gaze moved to your lips as he smashed his mouth into yours, plunging his tongue inside, your head tilting back as you opened your mouth wider, offering yourself up to him, your empty core squeezing nothing, begging him to reenter.

You whimpered as he pulled back from the kiss a moment, mumbling in a whisper, “Haah ~ give it back...”

“Give what back?”

“I … need you, Megumi.” You swallowed thickly,” I need your … cock... f~fuck me … please...” you whispered.

“Good girl.” His solid dick, standing at attention, needed no assistance as he aligned the tip with your hole, pressing in just a touch. He reached his hand around to grip it, sliding it around your slick folds up to your clit, teasing...

“Megumi... please” you whined “don't do that to me … hurry.”

He smirked, plunging back into your wet entrance, tunneling in to the hilt, your body in a full on mating press.

“Haaahhh! Fuck … yes!”

“Mmmgh...” he growled “Can't fucking get enough of this pussy...” as he drove it in harder, faster, chasing both your release and his. “I could stay inside you forever.”

“Ahhh yes! Yes! I'm coming... I'm … coming!” You wailed, as he forced himself into you again and again, your liquids oozing along the soft skin of his sack as it slapped against your ass, your hands finding their way up to his hair, his black strands tangling between your digits again as you gripped him.

He pressed in again, the base of his cock flush against your swollen entrance as he fucked and emptied his hot seed deep into your core, filling you completely. A guttural moan erupted from deep inside him as his entire body shook, and your arousal coated his oversensitive member.

He bowed his head, pressing his sweat soaked forehead into your cheek as the both of you caught your breath. His aroma wafted up your nose on your inhale, filling your entire body with him.

You both lingered for a moment, his head dropping into the crook of your neck as you ran your fingers through his damp hair and you both slowed your breathing, your mind completely relaxed and satisfied, yet slightly uneasy per the possibility of your friends still being in the next room over.

Megumi partially put himself back together and stood, walking over to his desk where he pulled a container of wipes from the drawer. You watched as he pulled some from the package and brought them back over to you. He kneeled back down, warmed them for a moment in the palm of his hand and wiped you clean.

A small smile spread across your lips. “I can do that you know.”

“Tch,” Megumi's gaze flicked up to yours as you smirked at his sweet gesture. “Yeah, but why?” he huffed. “I got you into this mess. Literally.” He said as he balled up the wipes, tossing them into the trash can against the wall.

He sat up on his knees, stretching his arm across your thighs as you lay on the couch, his chin resting on your leg. “Look ... If uh” He looked down and away, as if preparing himself for what he was about to say. “... if you've got other stuff going on, you can just tell me.”

You flinched at his words as your heart pounded loud in your ears. “What?” You couldn't tear your eyes away from his as faint shudder tremored through you. “Even after all that? … Are – are you serious, Megumi?” you asked, as he looked down at his hands fidgeting with the hem of your wrinkled skirt.

“Sorry. I feel like I could be pushing you too hard. But I don't want you to feel pressure. If … we've moved too fast, and you don't … wa–”

“Stop.” you squeezed your eyes shut as his words seemed to generate actual pain in your chest. “No. There's no way.” You shook your head. “Regardless of whats going on with me, that's the absolute last thing on earth it would be.” Your eyes scanned his face. “I love you, too, Megumi. More than anyone, or anything else on this earth.”

You lifted his pink pouty face with your palm, peering into his eyes as tears formed in yours out of genuine concern that he may actually be crazy enough to believe you'd leave him. “I don't care how long it's been. If I could reach into my chest and remove my heart to give it to you, I would.”

Megumi leaned toward you, dropping his head into the crook of your neck, inhaling heavily as if to breathe you in, his black strands tickling your skin. “It's late. You have work in the morning, right?” he said as his hand rested at the base of your neck.

“Yup. Noby's giving me a ride... if she's still here, that is.”

“Good. Cause you know I can't right now.”

“No. You can't.”

*~*~*~*~*

You were so glad you didn't need to see Sukuna's face for the next few days at work, since he was called away and ended up stuck working the projects he was hired for. You spent the next few days there, then rehearsing at home, making sure your performance would be flawless.

It was finally time to celebrate. You arrived at Nanami's with Nobara and Tsumiki. You walked toward the building, ecstatic to see exactly what would come of this surprise that you know will likely get you into a ton of trouble.

“Everyone's here” Nobara said, smiling over at you from the bar. “Nanami let us take over the place for the night, so Megumi's assuming it's gonna just be another dress rehearsal for their next show.”

“Okay, perfect!” you said, your voice squeaky and excited.

“Yuji says he's on his way. They should be here any second.” Todo said as he walked over to the three of you at the bar. Everyone was present, including many of the bar's VIP's that never miss a single one of their shows, most of them recognizable by Todo, Yuji, and the band.

“I'm so fucking nervous.” You said, as you took a deep breath, turning to look at both Tsumiki and Nobara, each of them sitting on either side of you as you shook out your hands and fidgeted with them anxiously.

Tsumiki rested a hand on your arm in reassurance. “Don't worry! I'm sure you'll be great! Nobara told me how good you are. Just trust yourself and everything will be perfect.” She said with a warm smile.

You exhaled quickly, “Yeah... Just relax...” you repeated her words to yourself.

Nobara squeezed your forearm. “You've got this. He's gonna love it.”

Adorn – Miguel

played on the speaker. You smile at her as suddenly everyone in the building began cheering the moment Megumi walked in with Itadori at his side.

Todo spotted them and immediately called out on the speaker from the front of the bar, “Here he is! The birthday boy, and the greatest rocker around, Meguumiiiii!”

You watched as air filled his lungs and his eyes widened in shock, then simultaneously roll as he shook his head, dropping his face toward the floor, then cutting his eyes up at Yuji, who grimaced, stepping a foot or so away from him slowly.

“I'm gonna fucking ki –” Megumi stopped mid-sentence as he watched you saunter over toward him, with his sister.

You watched as he caught her in his sights, stunned and wide-eyed. Your heart nearly melted at the look on his face, as it was more than obvious that he was happy to see her.

“Tsumiki...?” he said, almost as if he didn't really believe she was there. As she reached up to hug him, a huge smile graced her pretty face.

Just as he formed his lips to ask “What –?”, shaking his head, he turned his attention toward you, meeting your gaze, then back and forth between you and his sister. The wrinkle in his forehead disappeared as he realized you were the one responsible.

His eyes smiled at you as his lips disappeared into his mouth and he averted his gaze, trying hard to hide the blush on his cheeks. It was the most adorable thing you'd ever seen.

Of course, you weren't as good at hiding yours as he was. You couldn't help but stand there admiring his pretty face, unable to contain the heat spreading outward through your body from the bottom of your heart.

“She's an amazing woman, Megumi.” Tsumiki said, smiling over at you as you continued to blush.

“Yeah.” He answered. “Yeah. She is.” He raked his gaze over you, taking in how hot you looked as the blood rushing to your cheeks rivaled your makeup.

He reached one arm up to cup the back of your head and kiss you once on the cheek as he leaned into the shell of your ear, “Be prepared to be paid back for this with interest.” He whispered, sending a shiver down your spine.

He turned and slammed the shot Yuji stuffed into his hand seconds earlier, then to Tsumiki as she began to chat with him.

You smiled as you made your way back over to Nobara at the bar, glowing with happiness to see Megumi so pleased. You sat for a moment, watching people make their way over to speak to him, and him, really, really wanting to avoid all the human interaction. It was awfully funny and cute, and you were more than happy to suffer whatever consequences he had in store for you for putting him in this position later.

“He looks happy” Nobara observed, pushing your Blue Moon over toward you.

You smiled, “Yeah.” overjoyed that you were able to make him feel this way. You took a few gulps of your beer to help calm your nerves a bit as your eyes flicked toward the stage and the boys prepared to begin. Choso gave you an upward nod, queuing you to come up.

Though Megumi hadn't caught his signal, he presumed he would just go up and get ready to play. Yuji grabbed his arm just as he was about to pass your special seat, the one that allowed you to see him so clearly onstage.

You felt like your heart would beat clear out of your chest, but you peeled yourself from the stool, eyeballing Megumi, biting your lip as you smiled that shy smile, then made your way over to the stairs beside the stage. Megumi watched as you walked over, his eyes then shooting over toward Yuji in total confusion.

“Have a seat.” Nobara said to Megumi, patting the cushion, which was still warm as he sat, watching in shock as you continued up the stage right stairs.

“What... in the hell... is going on?”

“Just relax. Here.” Yuji said as he slid a bottle of Guinness over to him at the bar which he took several gulps of before setting it back down. Tsumiki smiled warmly as she sat next to him, a huge grin spreading across her face, excited.

You'd finally made it backstage, the thick curtain shrouding the crowd on the other side of it as you stood behind it, trembling. Your eyes closed as you breathed in and out, hoping to regulate your nervous system. You felt a couple of strong hands squeeze your shoulders and you open your eyes to see Choso grinning down at you as he reassured you.

“It'll be perfect. No worries. We've all got your back, just sing. You can do it.” You smiled and nodded, still feeling as though you'd never be able to stop the vigorous tremoring in your nerves. He walked across the stage to join the rest of the band, taking the mic as everyone cheered.

“Thank you, guys for coming out!” His voice rang out across the room. “We're glad to be here celebrating our leader’s birthdaaaaay!” he raised his bottle of beer, the entire venue roaring in approval as Megumi cringed. “But … we have a couple gifts for him that you all will get to take part in. A special guest will be singing with us tonight, so give her a hand as she comes to the stage.”

You swallowed thickly, slowly strutting across the stage as you made your way over to the microphone. Anxiety shot through your body like electricity, your gaze directed out toward the crowd as the lights shone bright on you. Of all the times you had done this, nothing could have possibly prepared you for this experience.

Singing for this man, was the epitome of intimidation. The only way you could convince yourself to go through with it is to remind yourself that it wasn't about you. It was your gift to him. And he deserved to have the best you could give.

Megumi's eyes were as wide as a deer in headlights as he sat completely flabbergasted that you were there on stage in front of him in this place. Clearly, you had been up to a lot more than he had given you credit for, and he couldn't have been more proud of you. His approval had shown all over his face as his embarrassment was replaced with pure admiration.

“Thank you all for having me.” you said, your sweet voice echoing across the room as you smiled widely, directing your gratitude toward Choso and the band, as well as the audience. “And thank you, Megumi,” you turned toward him peering past the small sea of people as he sat in your seat, “for being such a breathtaking artist, an amazing inspiration, especially to me, and an even more amazing partner. I love you, so very very much, and we hope that you'll love our performance tonight. This is for you.”

The lights dimmed, and the crowd quieted as Toge queued you in with a few notes.

My Song – H.E.R.

Began to play, as you sang the song directly to Megumi and everyone quietly listened. You sang from the depths of your heart, as every word made you think of him. He has been the light in your life, one of the only people to love you past your flaws, to stick around regardless of how many mistakes you feel you make and is willing to be here for you.

You were comfortable with him. So comfortable that it scared you, the irony of that being that he was exactly what you needed. He wasn't just the safe choice for you, he was secure. He made you feel secure with him. Secure in a relationship without fear or major concerns.

His drive, passion, and inspiration had helped you become stronger in everything you've tried to do, and you couldn't imagine being this close to any other man. Everything about him made you happy, and you felt you could be in this place with him, in this space with him, forever.

Maki and Choso helped beautifully with the background vocals, supporting you as you expressed yourself perfectly, and Toge simply could not have played it better. You recalled that first night you spent with Megumi, when Toge's piano played so beautifully as the two of you drew closer.

Megumi sat almost perfectly still as you sang to him, barely blinking, barely breathing. He carried the same expression he did as he watched you sing at that wedding, the same admiration, adoration and confidence in you as you've always seen. It was as if he gave you wings, and you loved him so much for it. You were able to believe freely without doubt, to dream freely without fear, to hope without despair, and to love freely without pain as long as he was by your side.

You believed in him, and he believed in you.

His eyes locked onto yours, and when your gazes met, it was as if you could feel his heart beating just for you. Even from where he sat from far across the room. Megumi was so amazing that you simply couldn't imagine your life now without him. He needed to know it. And everyone else needed to know it too.

The last chord rang, and the crowd cheered as his gaze remained fixed on yours. The cheers seemed to last a full minute as all of Megumi's friends looked toward him witnessing just how happy he truly was.

As he ripped his eyes away from your beautiful image on stage, he took a deep breath, inhaling as he snapped out of his daze, his eyes now scanning the room, noticing the entire venue gawking at him. He hated it. He propped his elbows up at his knees and interlocked his fingers, burying his head inside.

Tsumiki, Nobara, and Yuji laughed as Tsumiki patted his back, pressing her lips into a hard line. He was totally fine with making an entire band, supporting everyone else, being brilliant and sitting behind a huge drumkit while everyone screamed for him, but the “spotlight” was never something he felt he looked forward to. Even if you were the one shining it on him. Even if everything was beautiful, he was still Megumi.

“Mm'sorry Megz” you said quietly into the mic scrunching your nose as you turned and giggled toward the band. You peered into the crowd as you blew a kiss to him, his eyes peeking back from under his fingers. God, how can he be so cute? You thought as your smile reached his blue gaze.

He turned his blushing face toward the bottle of Guinness he pulled suddenly from the bar, then took another few gulps before rolling it between the palms of his hands.

You took a big sigh as you felt your warmed heart skipping beats. You flicked your eyes over to Maki, who nodded toward you, signaling you to continue.

“Thank you so much everyone.” You expressed with sincere gratitude, noticing the crowd had grown significantly in front of you which you thought was unusual since the venue was supposed to be reserved for people close to Megumi and the band. There was one face among them that you thought you recognized, but as your eyes quickly flicked back to that spot, you could no longer see him.

You suddenly tensed up a bit, your nerves shaking your confidence until your sights finally settled back on Megumi, who's gaze was now burning into you with his fingers interlocked in front of his mouth. You allowed that image of him to relax you as you addressed him from the mic, no longer considering the crowd.

“One more Megumi, okay?” you blushed shyly behind the microphone. “We're gonna do another one for you, an original by me that, without the help of your amazing band, I would never have had the ability, let alone the courage to execute. I hope you like this one, too.”

He tilted his head sideways, his brow furrowing in confusion, as he pursed his lips and squinted, his brain reeling at how you managed to get all of this done in what felt like the shortest period of time.

Ino emerges from the curtains behind the stage, strolling across, throwing up a peace sign toward Megumi as he positioned himself at the drumset.

Megumi's eyes widened in surprise, “Ino's here, too?” he murmured, his head whipping around toward Tsumiki and Nobara, then back toward the stage as his friend made himself comfortable at his kit. Toge played a few notes, starting the song they practiced with you.

Big Feelings – Willow

You belted out the lyrics, gripping the microphone in one hand as the adrenaline from performing in such a huge crowd filled you. You closed your eyes as you sang, moving passionately in your high-top converse, swaying to Ino's perfect beats and Toge's perfection on the keys. Your hair flailed behind the microphone as you danced, Megumi's wide eyes driving your performance all the more.

Maki came in perfectly with you on the chorus, sounding so good you couldn't help how your body reacted to the excitement and overwhelm.

Ino beat the shit out of the drums while Yuta killed it on the bass, and both Choso and Maki blended their guitars, following Toge's piano which complemented your melodic voice beautifully. All of them making your song sound like you'd been singing it on stage for years.

Megumi was now standing, with one hand tucked under his opposite bicep as the other covered his mouth. He was in awe of you. And of his own band. The fact that you executed this so quickly and so well was impressive, even to him. He was enthralled, fascinated by your beauty and talent, even felt the sting of jealousy that he wasn't the one playing drums for you. He'd be sure to fix that later during your next ‘conversation’.

You blew him away. Especially since nothing about this performance was remotely basic. It had rock, jazz and funk elements, and the sound was strong and full, from the harmonies in the vocals to the chords. Let alone your phenomenal voice, and the fact that you were responsible for creating it.

During the last couple of verses and the chorus, you bounced around so freely, it was as if the band was all yours, and you were a headliner. Megumi watched intently, unable to understand how you couldn’t have already become a star with the talent you have, but was beyond ecstatic to see you like this, and excited to see more immediately.

You all ended the song, and the venue erupted in a roaring applause of approval, Megumi included. You took your bow, then blew more kisses at him across the crowd. “Happy birthday baby.” you spoke into the mic with a childlike smile, then turned back toward the band, clasping your hands together as you bowed to each one of them in gratitude, while Choso held out his hand toward you. You quickly turned to head offstage, eager to get back to your man.

Choso grabbed the microphone, “She was fucking awesome, right? Yeeah!” he said, allowing the audience to continue to display how much they loved your performance by their lingering applause.

You finally made it off the stage, passing through the thick crowd, some of the people tapping you as you walked by, praising you for such amazing singing. You thanked them, anxiously heading straight toward Megumi's seat.

Choso continued. “One more and we can let the birthday boy off the hook for a minute. Let's get this party starteeeed!” snickering behind the mic as Megumi shook his head, a vein practically popping out of his forehead.

Tsumiki leaned into Megumi as he watched you make your way to him. “You loving your party?” she asked.

“The music is excellent.” he answered. “The party's a bit much though.” he huffed, cutting his eyes over toward her.

She muffled a laugh, “Don't be too hard on her Megz.” she pleaded.

“Yeah, yeah.” he replied, turning his face back your direction, squinting through the crowd as you got closer. “How did you even get here?” he asked Tsumiki, shaking his head “When?”

She smiled as she pressed her lips together. “Your lovely girlfriend got my ticket for me.”

Megumi's lips parted a bit in a miniature jaw drop as he frowned, “Are you kidding me?”

“Nope ...” she replied. “But of course, I don't plan to let her take full responsibility.” She smiled warmly as she too, watched you travel across the room. “Don't worry. It was a joint effort. We all wanted to be here for you.”

He shook his head, turning around just in time to see you walk up and stand in front of him. He sized you up with his hooded blues, sitting back down on his stool as he widened his legs and reached out a hand to grab your arm, pulling you close. He wrapped one arm around your waist and cupped the back of your head in the other hand as he spoke into your ear, “You, were fucking amaaaazing.”

You pulled back to see his face, full of fascination and astonishment. “I knew you were good but...” He shook his head. “that... was incredible”.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you gripped the sides of his tee hugging him again. His expression remained straight and serious as an arrow, as if to be certain you understood what he was saying to you.

“It was all for you”. You muttered, biting your lip as your tears fell from your eyes. You were terrified to perform in front of him, but you were so happy to see that he received his gift, and that he was pleased.

“Tch,” he leaned into your ear again, “I'm all for you though.” he replied as he wiped the couple of tears from your face with one hand as he squeezed your waist with the other as his arm remained wrapped around you. “Uh, yeah that reminds me, why would you do something so extravagant?” he asked, suddenly frowning as he nodded toward Tsumiki. She'd leaned over to talk to Nobara as you approached.

You titled your head to the side as you spoke, pursing your lips first, “Because I wanted to”. You said as you leaned in too close to his face.

“Don't do things like that. It's too much.” he said, holding you close, pushing your cheek to the side with his face in order to position his lips close enough to speak into your ear. “I can just take care of it.”

“Already done.” You said as you leaned back, peering through your lashes at his frown, then leaning back into his ear. “And you can't tell me what to do”.

He paused for a moment, raising an eyebrow as he hooked his arm tighter around your waist, his hand squeezing the opposite side. “Oh, so you've already forgotten who you're talking to huh?”

You gripped his face with one hand leaning in to kiss him on the cheek, then pressing your lips into the shell of his ear as you hummed, “You're not the boss of me, Megumi Fushiguro.” Just as

In Da Club – 50 Cent

played on the system. Megumi grimaced yet again as he turned toward Choso and Toge who stood on stage smirking after they started it.

You grinned mischievously, dancing as you swayed teasingly directly in front of him, mouthing the first lines as he glared, shaking his head at you. Regardless of his refusal to give in to the moment, you continued to dance with a huge smile on your face, biting your lip, giggling over at Nobara and Yuji as they laughed.

You raised your hands to wrap them around his neck as he sat gawking, swaying your body in front of him in your black low-cut halter, your long locks of hair dipping between your cleavage and brushing his shoulders as you leaned into him in your denim cutoffs, fishnets, and converse.

Your Very Good Girl Elixir wafted up from your skin into his olfactories as his lids fell over his blues and he watched your lips mouth the lyrics, your gloss sparkling under the venue lights.

He was unable to do much more than tolerate the situation and all the attention he was getting, but you? You made it far better than he would ever have been willing to deal with had you been anyone else.

Tsumiki couldn't help but chuckle as Megumi's cheeks reddened and he tried to hide his face behind your arms and hair as they curled around his neck. He wasn't tipsy enough to completely relax in this moment, which made it all the more entertaining for you.

Nobara grabbed another bottle for him from Itadori, along with a small, rolled up piece of paper with something herbal inside. She brought it over to him, sliding it in his cargo pocket as she placed the bottle next to him on the bar.

Megumi's eyes flicked to her, then to Yuji who winked at him, granting him a quick upward nod in return.

You leaned into him again, “You got anything else to say birthday boy?”

“Yeah,” Megumi gazed at you with that special look in his eyes. “I am the boss of you.” he muttered with absolute confidence as he took the last swig of his first beer, his blues scanning your body as if they had lasers inside.

You smirked as your fingertips curled downward from his neck toward his back, sliding across his nape under the neck of his shirt as you leaned into his ear, “Prove it, daddy.” You challenged, then backed away, continuing to dance as he leered at you. You moved your hips, teasing and giggling as you grabbed each of his arms to wrap them around your waist.

He sat trying hard not to let you make him too excited, periodically eyeballing everyone in the room to be sure they weren't watching you as intently as he was. As the song ended, the crowd applauded as Ino queued up another one.

Weezer – The Sweater Song

The audience roared in excitement as Megumi sat on “your” stool, raising his beer to his friend. Ino nodded toward him as he started.

More people came over to speak to Megumi, so you stepped away for a second, grabbing another beer from the bar as he said his hellos. You'd recognized a few of them, some of which had been here many times to see his shows and some when you and Nobara had come here alone.

Ino and Choso both acted out the lyrics, and the first verse. The crowd enjoyed the song, bobbing their heads and hands up and down as the chorus began.

Maki chimed in on the second part, the entire band having a great time playing this classic and, of course, she also took the guitar solo.

You, Nobara and Tsumiki all wailed out the lyrics along with the entire venue as the music blasted through the atmosphere.

As you turned back toward Megumi, the bundle of admirers had dispersed from around him. You smiled sweetly at his handsome face as he bobbed his head, watching his friends on stage. It was nice for him to see things from this perspective, to be able to sit back and watch the show without the stress of the performance.

You huddled with your friends, observing your beautiful boyfriend as he sat in his baggy jeans that hung over his black and white chucks. His midnight black v-neck shirt had long sleeves that he kept scrunching up to his elbows, revealing his slim, yet muscular arms, his veins creating tiny threadlike shadows along his forearm that trailed to his long fingers which wrapped around his dark bottle of Guinness.

Your eyes traveled up to his neck, where his Adam’s apple, cloaked behind his pretty porcelain skin, bobbed as he took a swig, and his lips kissed the tiny round opening just before he pulled it away. You couldn't help but want in that very moment to feel one of his delicious open-mouthed kisses against your skin, finding yourself almost jealous of the bottle he nursed.

Your tongue peeked out the corner of your mouth as you bit your bottom lip, your eyes finally making their way up to his blues, which you didn't realize were staring directly at you.

You couldn't break your gaze as your eyes met his, his nearly imperceptible smile curled into his lips sending a tingle through your body. You blushed, finally averting your gaze toward the floor, then back to him, only to see him grin slyly at your adorable face.

He casually turned toward the end of the bar noticing something as he froze. His eyes widened, and a deep wrinkle carved between his brows. Your smile faded as you caught his expression, then followed his eyes past Yuji, who was also staring in that direction, toward whatever it was they were looking at. The moment you caught it; you couldn't believe your eyes. There was a guy standing at the end of the bar.

The second the person caught your attention, he flashed a devilish grin, raising his glass of hard liquor toward you as if you had asked him to be there.

Megumi turned toward you in shock, frowning even deeper in total confusion, his rounded eyes flicking back and forth between the two of you before he asked,

How do you know Sukuna?

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bartoszsims3 · 6 months ago

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BEAR TORSO | FORMAL & FIERCE

🎩 Bear Torso Edition

Hey everyone! I’m thrilled to share two revamped EA formal tops, now fully adjusted for the Bear Torso. Whether your Sims are attending a glamorous gala or a chic dinner party, they can look their best while embracing their unique builds.

These are just the beginning — I plan to tackle more EA outfits to make them Bear Torso-friendly. If there’s a particular outfit you’d love to see adjusted, let me know! Top Vest: 🐻 | download: simfileshare / mediafire Blazer: 🐻 | download: simfileshare / mediafire

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sunflowerrosewood · 1 year ago

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Let Me Between Those Thick Thighs ~ Alastor

Author's Note: Since my other account @cheekyredwillow got deleted. I am adding some of my favorite fanfictions to this account and revamping this one with new ones. I hope to make an actual list of fandoms I am still a fan of! NO requests for the time being.

Warnings: This is a smutty story. Minors DNI. Read at your own risk. Reader is AFAB and plus size.

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You have been dating Alastor for a couple months now. It was interesting how you two got together because it had to do with Charlie. Apparently Alastor had been harboring a crush on you since you arrived as a maid for the hotel. As silly as it sounds, you looked very soft and like you did not belong in Hell. It had to be one of those mistaken identities again. But when Alastor watched you pick a large demon over your shoulder and threw him down the stairs for making sexual comments, he realized that there was no mistake.

He had watched you from afar and loved every minute. Charlie knew how much Alastor liked you because he got drunk one night and began to delve into his desires to protect you, love you, and even have you under him. He bragged that having a plump stomach made you look soft yet strong. Your large ass was so full that he would love to squeeze it as he walked by. And he loved how the maid outfit showed the stretch marks on your body. Charlie made it her mission to get you two together because then you confessed how much you loved Alastor.

You two got together after Charlie asked you to clean Alastor’s room. He was going on and on how to ask you out to Niffty as she was sitting and avidly listening. You had walked in when he said you would not love a man like him and you just had to confess. That’s how you two became a couple.

But since you two have been together for going on three months, you two haven’t had a whole lot of time together. It was always him running the hotel while you were cleaning it. You never had to worry about unwanted guests as Alastor would usually torture them. But you two really wanted time together.

You were thinking of how Alastor always promised when you were ready to worship your entire body. It always made your panties wet and sometimes you just had to walk around with them soaked. Alastor would always get off in his office just thinking about your large breasts and plump stomach bouncing as he pounded into you.

It was also your 4th month anniversary in the next week and Charlie and Vaggie knew how much you two needed time off. So they gave you the next week off and told Alastor to take the next week off. Even with his stubborn attitude, he took time off. And as soon as Charlie gave you two time off, it came just as quick.

The only thing that began to bug your mind was the night of your anniversary was the next day. You were hoping to tell Alastor that you would like to have your first time with him but the little voice in the back of your mind said to not say anything. You are fat. Why would Alastor want your body?

“Y/n? You ready for bed? Tomorrow is our anniversary.” Alastor said softly as he bent down to kiss your temple.

“How did I get so lucky?” You sighed as he squeezed your ass and caused you to gasp.

“You mean that the other way around. I’m one of the most vile demons in Hell and here you are loving me like a teddy bear.” He teased as he kissed your lips gently.

You got into bed and Alastor immediately held you against him. His face was burrowed into your neck to breathe in your scent. Your mind still raced with the thought of Alastor not wanting to be sexually with you. You sighed and fell asleep.

As you woke up the next day, you smelled fresh breakfast and noticed Alastor with a tray of food. He must have not woken up that long ago because his hair was standing on all ends.

“Morning Love.” Alastor said in a deep voice. You felt a chill go down your spine.

“Morning Al.” You said lovingly as he sat down to eat with you.

The entire day was just you two staying in bed and talking about everything. Luckily television was a thing and you two could watch whatever shows you wanted to. As you two were laying in bed, you felt Alastor’s hand run under his oversized shirt you were wearing to rub your thick thighs. You blushed as Alastor began to pepper your neck with kisses.

“Alastor.” You whimpered.

“I won’t push you darling.” Alastor whispered against your neck.

“Are you sure you want to be with me? Like sexually?” You asked as you felt something hard press against your ass.

“I have been thinking about it for a while how much I wanted to make love to you.” Alastor growled in your ear and massaged your thigh. Wetness pooled into your panties as Alastor smirked. “And I can tell you have been thinking about it too.”

His hands began to go deep between your legs and you felt him tap your panties. He began to rub softly as his other hand was kneading your breast through his shirt. Your nipples perked through the shirt and you let out a moan.

“Tell me you don’t want this and I’ll stop. But if you do not say a word, I won’t be able to stop.” Alastor growled as you spread your legs.

“Please Al, have me.” You whimpered as Alastor’s lips met yours in a harsh kiss. It warmed your body up immediately. Alastor pulled you to him as your eyes widened.

“I’m too heavy!” You exclaimed as Alastor yanked you onto his lap. His hard cock pressed against your panties.

“Fuck I can’t wait to show you how much you mean to me.” Alastor growled as he nibbled down your neck. He nibbled until he found a soft spot just where your neck met your collarbone. His sharp teeth bit down and you let out a deep moan. The blood dribbled as Alastor lapped at your neck. He left a large bruise on your neck as he left more hickies down your neck.

Alastor was already unbuttoning your shirt and your large breasts dropped out. You saw Alastor lick his lips as his red eyes blew with lust. He pulled you forward from the middle of his chest down so he could suck and nibble on your breasts. You felt more of your cum coating your panties as he began to leave hickies on your breasts.

“Al please.” You whimpered as he squeezed your thighs.

“I am going to love every part of your body and I will show you.” Alastor growled as he tugged your panties off. You whimpered at the cold air as Alastor pulled you to straddle his face.

“But Al-”

“If you say you’re heavy one more time. I will have you begging for release.” Alastor growled before pulling you down onto his mouth. “Now let me between these beautiful thighs.”

Before you could think twice, his tongue began lapping at your pussy. He held your thighs tight against his face as he drank your cum like a man who needs water. He laps at your clit as his long fingers delved into you. He began to thrust his fingers in and out of you.

“Oh Alastor!” You moaned as he began to use his sharp teeth to nip at your clit. You were squirming as you felt a tightness in your stomach. You began to hump his face looking for relief as his fingers curled to hit your g spot.

The dam broke as you let out a scream and came hard. Your cum dripped into Alastor’s mouth as he continued to lap all of your juices. You were squirming away as you were oversensitive. As Alastor pulled back, he pushed you down onto the bed and his hard chest met your breasts. He bent down and kissed every part of you. From your inner thighs, to your plump stomach, to your perky large breasts, to the soft lips of yours. You could taste yourself in the kiss as Alastor began to drop down his pants. You noticed his red and engorged cock drop out and precum leaked from the top.

Before you could ask him to let you up so you could pleasure him, he slammed his cock into your pussy. You yelped as it was your first time and Alastor began to kiss your tears.

“I know it hurts love. Tell me when to move.” Alastor said as you were digging your nails into his back.

“Please move! God Alastor move.” You begged as you saw his smile turn into a smirk.

“Never knew my girl was such a begger. I’ll have to do this more often.” Alastor said as he began to thrust. “But now, I want you.”

His thrusts began to speed up just so Alastor could watch your body bounce with his thrusts and your eyes roll back. He spent most of his time thrusting and kissing every part of his body.

“You are so beautiful Y/n. You are bouncing so nice on my cock. I love watching your breasts and stomach bounce. I love you so damn much Y/n. Fuck you are so tight and warm around my cock. I can’t wait to cum in you.” Alastor growled.

His thrusts got harder as you were trying to meet his thrusts. Another orgasm ripped through you and caused you to scream his name. You were babbling his name as he rubbed and scratched your body to leave his marks. Alastor was growling your name and other dirty words as he came. A flood of his seed gushed into you and filled you to the brim. Alastor’s thrusts got sloppy as he sighed. He leaned down to kiss you as he pulled out.

“You look so divine dripping in my cum. I’ll give you a break for now but there will be more rounds.” Alastor said as he nipped your earlobe.

You sighed as you felt his cum drip out of you and down your thighs. He continued to leave kisses down your neck as fingers were rubbing your clit softly. You whimpered as Alastor continued to kiss you.

“Shush my dear. I will satisfy you for this entire week.” Alastor growled in your ear before kissing the first hickey.

That entire week you were left satisfied and unable to walk. Alastor usually brought food and water to bed or to take a bath. You two would have to ask another week off just for you to recover and to keep Alastor sedated.

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wwooyology · 7 months ago

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ᕤ 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓 ᕦ

hi everyone, I come with a heavy heart today. this has been something that has been thought about multiple times now, but I have officially decided that it is time that I retire from enhablr. when I first came here, it was a fun and safe place I could escape to; however, the longer that I was here, the more toxic and not so fun it became. from everything that went down this past summer to all of the bullying to now with everyone at each other's necks because of the ai thing it's just not a place that I feel comfortable in anymore.

I love each and every one of my enha readers and moots that I have met and interacted with while I've been here. you guys have made this experience all the more bearable, but it is now my time to say goodbye.

my plans going forward are pretty simple, I don't plan on making an entirely new blog because that would be far too much work and would get exhausting trying to explain to everyone. I plan on changing my username and will be writing strictly for ateez now. I will be leaving my enha fics up because I know a lot of people enjoyed them, but going forward, I will NOT be writing for enha anymore. there might be a day that I come back, but for right now, this chapter has finally closed, and it is now to start a new one.

with all this being said, my whole page will undergo a full revamp. I will be deleting my enha perm. taglist, as well as any wips that I had posted. while I'm converting everything, my page might get a little messed up, so please bear with me. I won't change my username until I have everything else in place. then, when I do change my username, I will probably make another post.

thank you to EVERYONE who has tagged along in the journey with me. I appreciate you all so much. I hope that you all will continue to follow me on this journey, but if not, then I completely understand and wish you all the best. I love you all so much and will forever hold each and every one of you in my heart.

but for now, alvojake is signing off, and maybe one day we will meet again, until, then, farewell, and I hope you all do well now and in the future.

sincerely, - kayla (aka @/alvojake)

p.s. I will tag a few of my moots just so I know that they are aware. if anyone has any questions, please feel free to reach out. my inbox will still be open during this transition!!

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#. . . 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓 #this has been a long time coming I'm ngl #I have slowly drifted away from enha for a few months now #but this fandom has ruined my bond with them #people are just mean and spiteful #its sad but this is for my own peace #this has gotten so bad that I even dropped my Jake collecting #maybe one day I'll come back #but for now #this is the end of alvojake #it was fun while it lasted #and thank you for joining me #I love you all #mwah #<33333

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trashcanwithsprinkles · 5 months ago

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ok i'm gonna revamp the masterlist so bear w me while i make the posts lmao

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bobthedoctor27 · 11 months ago

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Dekar Revamp

Quick little MOC that was rattling around in my head for a few months, this is Dekar built in the style of a 2008 Matoran!

Immensely happy with this in my own way. I’ve always loved Matoran and Dekar himself has always been very special to me.

Who should I build next in 2008 style? Any 2008 Matoran who deserves a classic treatment? Please met me know with a thoughtful comment and bear with me while I ease back into regular content!

#bionicle #bonkles #barraki #biovival #biogram #bioniclerevamp #bioniclemocs #lego #bionicledekar #legobionicle #toyphotography #dekar #matoran #mahri nui

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cloveroctobers · 1 year ago

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IN WHICH YOU GO CAMPING! | The Bear —[Summer Writings]

A/N: i haven’t done some somewhat lengthy preferences in a while and I miss it. They’re direct and quick which is why I like reading them as much as I like writing them lol. I think I’ll blame the caffeine (and gorgeous weather) for dropping two works in a week but I’m also excited for season three so there’s many reasons for this! Hope you guys like 🖤

WARNINGS: language & feels?

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ 𝄞

SYDNEY: when you brought up the idea of going camping (staying in a cabin) over breakfast at Sydney’s place, she paused from putting her fork into her mouth as she stared over at you with her round eyes. “…you mean…outside?” You laugh with a nod of your head, “well where else are we supposed to do it? We’re in the city so we need to be one with nature! With greenery and not bozos who think they can drive.”

Sydney listened to you talk, putting her phone down to give you her undivided attention. She noticed how excited you seemed to be about getting away, bringing your own phone out to show some Airbnb that was ready to be booked and that you could even invite the rest, if they were willing to take two to three days off for a little “summer fun.” Now with the bear being revamped and carmy being even more of a pain in the ass, it would be hard to convince everyone to go and taking Sydney had Carmy doing a big exhale. He knew he had a lot to make up for and since Sydney had a contract to go over he bid his farewell with a quiet, “have a good time…and text me when you get back.”

You didn’t dwell on that too much since you were just glad you got to spend time with your girl. Fak and Marcus even tagged along and that seemed to ease Syd’s worries about the stay turning into a whole, “Friday the 13th murder scene.” And not because they were men—you knew how to use a shotgun—but there was always strength in numbers. Now fully booked it was go mode with a check list of making sure you had everything prepared and packed on days leading up until it was time to go. It excited you that Syd seemed to be down for the trip until…it came down to fishing and there happened to be an angry snake in the boat, causing panic and a flip of the boat sending the both of you crashing into the water together. Fak didn’t notice anything because he was too busy taking advantage of the whole painting outside with his back to the water while he went into air drummer mode to some music with headphones on.

Marcus knew he heard something but he was messing around in the kitchen and didn’t think much of it. He spun back around just in time as a soaked Sydney went stomping by, he looked at you with a tilt of his head along with a frown as he pointed in Sydney’s direction, “she good?”

You sheepishly smiled with a shake of your head, whispering to him that you’d, “tell him later,” before sprinting forward to a huffing and puffing Sydney upstairs. After your showers, You helped her blow dry and spray down her braids so they wouldn’t get frizzy, avoiding her burning gaze in the reflection of the mirror. “So…that was adventurous.”

The creaking of Sydney gripping the sink so tight could be heard as she questioned through clenched teeth, “I thought you said there weren’t any snakes!”

“I mean does anyone truly know what’s in the water?” You asked while Sydney slowly turned to face you and if looks could kill…you wouldn’t have to worry about Jason Voorhees at all.

CARMY: you’ve been talking about camping since forever. You first brought it up as a thought to spend Christmas together, away from everyone possibly in a cabin or even renting a RV, and thought that the snowy landscape would be a pretty view and you knew that was one holiday carmy hated. He would commonly brush it off, letting it go in one ear and out the other keeping his focus on any and anything else. He didn’t mean to do it on purpose but he wasn’t exactly keen at the idea either. There was so much to do and camping wasn’t one of them. Carmy barely had free time and it was a miracle that he wasn’t fucking up his relationship with you. You stood ten toes down for your man but when you got the call from sugar (at a surprisingly good day at work) where Carmy refused to take an ambulance ride after passing out from an anxiety attack at the bear? you had enough.

“I’m fine.” He started but you whipped around to him, a fire so bright in your eyes.

“Are you fine with the fact that you could drop dead from cardiac arrest one day?”

This situation wasn’t that but carmy wouldn’t be surprised if that was how he went out one day. He couldn’t even tell you when’s the last time he had a physical and his own father passed from a heart attack due to heart disease when he was young.

He blinks, his hair greasy and pointing in all sorts of directions, “…if that’s how I’m meant to expire then there’s not much I can do about it then.”

Wrong choice of words to say to someone like you. The tears were hot from the corner of your eyes as you gripped carmy by the collar of his shirt, yanking him so that you were nose to nose. “I’m telling you that I’m willing to take care of you since you won’t do it yourself and this is how I’m going to do it: You’re leaving the bear behind for a couple of days to Syd and Nat for a change of scenery.”

Carmy scrunches up his face, “Are you out of your mind?!”

“Yeah and so are you!” You knocked your forehead against his in warning while he moved his from yours, “I will fucking drag you Carmen, try me.”

The side eyes were strong as he drove down to Plymouth, Indiana while you’re singing along to the radio and tearing up a bag of veggie chips. He’s been all over the world seeing some stunning sights and even tried out for boys scouts way back until…Donna ruined that. Carmy always preferred the city, the noise was much easier to drown out when everything was too much at times compared to the slow and quiet. Silence was something he didn’t think he could ever get used to. To put it simply, Carmy wasn’t thrilled about this trip and knew he wouldn’t live it down from everyone at the bear once he got back.

He had plans to check in during: prep, opening, rush hour, and dinner but as soon as you started walking the woods shirtless he was on his feet. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?! You don’t know what kind of sickos are out here.” His hands are shaking as he’s trying to keep his eyes trained on your face, yanking up his red rain coat to wrap across your front while he peers around the trees only hearing the birds sing and the running of water from the river out east.

“Well maybe it needs to be free the nipple time for you to spend quality time with me and not your phone. I’m surprised you still have signal out here anyway.”

Carmy sighed, “I’m sorry…I just want to make sure things are running the way it should.”

“Uh huh and you worry too much. We’ve only been out for three hours and you’re still thinking about everything back home…which means I’m not doing my job enough so.” You attempt to get out of Carmy’s arms as he’s still shielding you from any hikers or killers.

Carmy tries to reason with you, “alright, okay! Can you just put a shirt on, please? I’ll make us something and we can take a walk along the river after to talk?”

You lift your chin, pretending to think about it before smiling, “I’ll get the flameless candles.”

Carmy puffs out a laugh with a shake of his head, you peck his cheek, ready to slip from his grasp but he’s still holding the jacket. You scoff as you slip your arms through it so it’s fitting backwards against your frame, holding your fingertips out the too wide of a jacket to show that you’re secure, Carmy steps back with a scratch of his brow and a dip of his head. He watches as you make a show, strutting back to the tent, which is not far from where you two stood and even tease him a little, letting the jacket slip while glancing at him over your bare shoulder.

“Y/n…” he warns while you just laugh and continue on.

Soon you’re sitting by the fire you both manage to put together, you wanted to use the utility lighter but Carmy already had some smoke going by the time you found it. You got comfy on the log beside Carmy as he got to work making some veggie fried rice that you knew would taste as good as being back at home. You were dating an award winning chef here! you had no doubts about the taste as carmy was always in his zone.

Crossing your ankles over each other you watched him work, knowing just how much pride he put into his craft. The stress was what Carmy was used to and you knew that but you were also ready to give him balance. To show that there was more you can have outside of the hustle of being a chef. That’s what this was and as you wrapped your arms around Carmy’s right arm, you nuzzled your cheek against his shoulder letting him know that you were still here.

To teach him.

He’s stops bouncing his knee a bit as he settles back against the log, letting the rice cook down some more. The both of you watch the flames beneath the pot, the two of you had the fire inside, with yours being beneath your feet and Carmy’s being in his heart—or maybe it was the constant heartburn? It wasn’t meant to be dimmed by each other or tamed it was meant to be worked with.

Carmy slightly turns to you then, brushing his lips against the top of your head, which you briefly close your eyes to at his affection. He shifts to rest his on top of yours and exhales. If this wasn’t love…then it was damn near close.

RICHIE: “get your ass over here, Richard!” You chased the lanky man around with the camp fork.

His laughter echoes off the trees as he’s doing his damn best running circles around you. You were doing him a solid, coming out here camping because it was his ex-wife Tiffany’s idea. Which then led to her fiancé putting it into motion and then Eva wanted Richie there—although they were all there to get to know each other—but then richie thought it would be cool to ask you to tag along. You didn’t really want to be outside in the woods unless it was a lake house or even a damn cottage! But Richie lied to you telling you it was combination of both of those things and this is how you ended up here.

Surrounded by grass.

He thought it would be funny to throw a raw sausage at you across the fire. Of course you can take a joke, you had to half of the time with a guy like Richard Jerimovich! What made it worse was him squeezing mustard at you right after. The both of you got here earlier since Tiffany had a last minute situation she needed to take care of and just pinged the area for you two to go ahead and they’d catch up a little later.

It was much later.

“Aw come on pork jizz is funny!”

“It’s childish is what it is and Eva isn’t even here!”

“Well thank god for that because I was thinkin’ we can break in that tent before everyone gets here, whadda say?” He wiggles his eyebrows while you catch your breath.

You peered at the lopsided tent, “I think! I should not only kick your butt for doing that and ruining my favorite lollygagging frog shirt but for also lying.”

“Sweetheart, you wouldn’t have thought twice if I told you the truth. I need you here, okay! Is that what you want to hear?” Richie asks.

You tilt your head to the side, “you need me?”

“Is it not obvious?! I’ve been shitting myself thinking about this Frank guy being not only in Eva’s life but ours. What if he’s—

“Nope! We’re not doing that.” You step towards Richie who steps back, puffy blues locked on the weapon, which you cackle at before tossing it to the side and holding your hands up in surrender, “don’t go back to bringing yourself down for some guy we barely know when you’ve shown nothing but personal growth. Your greatness doesn’t have to come at the expense of other’s past versions of you.”

Your hands are locked across his waist now as Richie closes one eye to think about what was being said, “…so what you’re saying is: I’m pretty fucking great?”

A smirk spreads over his face while you roll your eyes with a groan. He leans down to press a scratchy kiss against your slightly sweaty neck but he doesn’t mind. “Nah but all jokes aside, that means a lot coming from you.”

“And it’s nice to know that I’m needed.”

“If I ever gave you that impression then I dunno what the hell I was smoking that day, baby!”

You laugh a little before taking the mustard from your chin to smear right on the corner of Richie’s unamused lips.

Eva’s voice cuts in before Richie can retaliate and it’s a sight to see Richie beam up at the small blonde, “Daddy!”

He steps around you as you inhale and also turn to watch him bend to catch the running girl into his arms. Tiffany’s fiancé drags their own equipment and bags where your set up was while the beach waved woman awkwardly makes her way over to you. She waves, which you return as she stands beside you to follow your sight of richie with Eva.

“We’re late, I know! I’m sorry about that. What have you two been up to?” Tiffany starts with her dark doe eyes.

You turn your head to her, hands on your hips, which makes her look down at your chin and the graphic v-neck, “it’s Richie…I shouldn’t even have to ask right? I’ve got some tide to go if you want it?”

“Would you be so kind?” You two share a laugh, “The stench of mustard is actually starting to make me gag.”

And with that you two make your way over to their set up in process, making yourselves comfortable around each other.

MIKEY: The rough taps against your face brings you back to your senses. You blink the water from your lashes but feel a chill run up your body until a warm breeze glides over you and makes you realize you’re in the arms of someone.

“There you are! I’ve got ya.” Michael’s voice is heard from behind you and you should have known.

Keeping your low-lidded eyes locked on the rolling water you rasp out, “did I just drown?”

“Almost honey, you didn’t take any water to the lungs i don’t think. It took me a minute to find you after the boat got away from us.” Michael tightens his hold on you while you try to move around, “take it easy, will you? You got a nasty bump on the forehead and I managed to get your nose to stop bleedin’.”

It’s like you didn’t feel any of that until Michael mentioned it. A shaky hand went up to one of your nostrils, feeling the crust at the end and wince at the ache from the top of your brow. “Mike, what the hell happened? We were fine, the water was good.”

You’re much more of a water person than Michael was, being deep into water sports since you were younger and carrying it into your adulthood. Your family had their own sailboats, you were on a white water rafting team where you’ve competed in championships all over the world, and your parents were into windsurfing and all that jazz. You knew to respect the water at all times but you couldn’t remember how you got to this point.

Michael always missed out on majority of your championships even if they were in the states but would always ask questions (even if it was local and played on tv at the restaurant or he found a link to stream from his phone) and be ready to hear you tell him every detail so he figured it was time to see you in action out here. That was starting to look like a mistake now. He just didn’t expect this outing to end up with your kayak in pieces and being swept under with the current.

“It was crazy, we didn’t have time to figure anything out. The wind was picking up, you got whacked by a too low hanging branch because I was trying to show you the animal, I saw a fucking bobcat just watchin’ the show from the sidelines as a whirlpool basically grabbed us by the balls!” Michael was getting heated now as he rubbed at his jaw in irritation, “I need a cigarette and to keep you far from this water.”

You looked out towards the mentioned liquid, “what happened to the kayak?”

“What do you mean what happened to it? It’s gone, evaporated into the water where it got damn belongs!” Michael gruffed out.

You sigh as you lightly touch Michael’s arm, “freak accidents happen all the time, Mike.” You started, making the man lean back to look at you in disbelief while you continued, “I’m okay though, did you get hurt?”

“Yeah I did get hurt honey, by losing sight of you!” Michael exasperated with a, “Jesus Christ,” thrown in underneath his breath.

You’re craning your neck to get a good look at the clean shaved man, not taking his word of not having any physical injuries, “So I guess it’s safe to say you won’t be out on the water with me anymore?”

Michael huffs, “and if I had a say in any of this, you wouldn’t be out on it anymore either.”

“Glad you know me so well.” You laugh then wince again at moving too many muscles in your face, “that’s just like me taking you away from Chicagoland.”

Michael sighed as he reached another hand to caress your face, eyes locked on the lump above your brow, “it’s just a place to past the time…but i don’t wanna waste any of mine without you.”

You knew the highs and lows of the family restaurant so those words weren’t a shock to you. Of course Michael had love for the family business but when you take everything on your shoulders you learn to become uncomfortably comfortable with it. Sure he had dreams of what it could be but things never worked out in his favor so he just kept on pushing the best way he knew how.

He shouldn’t be dependent on anybody because he never had to be but whenever you were in his arms? made life just feel a whole lot better.

Worth something, even.

“Was that a line, Mikey bear?” You tease while the man rolls his eyes, swiftly gripping your jaw to peck your lips.

He winks playing into your humor, “Did it work? Naaah but I mean it, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me and I don’t know what I would have done if I didn’t—

You shush him, “so don’t think about it. I love you, mean it.”

“I love you too, honey.”

“You mean it?”

“Always.”

“Good, now get me outta here before we become bobcat food.”

Michael doesn’t hesitate getting to his feet (although he’s had his own sticks ready to battle if the bobcat did ever show its face up close) and scooping you into his strong and loving arms. You try to protest but he’s not trying to hear any of it, getting you far from the water and into safety.

LUCA: “I knew it! We’re lost and I told you compasses are nothing but lies and set ups!” You dramatically fling yourself against the 10,001 tree you’ve seen today.

The golden blond shakes his head at you, blues locked on the device rather than your complaints. “I’m going to get us out of here.”

“So you finally admit it, we’re lost.”

Camping in Copenhagen was much different than in the states. They give you camp sites and everyone can lounge around like it’s some big festival with their tents or vehicles or you could venture out on a hike to find your own secluded spot. You should have never let your on and off again boyfriend fling? talk you into this.

Luca continues to ignore you, turning each and every way. He pauses for some time, eyes locked on the sky. “That doesn’t look good,” he mutters before waving his hand at you, “we need to find shelter and quickly.”

You’re already on your feet and say at his back in close proximity, “what is it? Do you see a bear?”

He says over his shoulder, “No…a storm is coming.”

You just about collapsed at those words. This was just what you two needed! to be lost in the woods that probably had Blair witch lurking in them along with a storm deciding to rip through. You wanted nothing more than to strangle the beautiful Brit in front of you.

Should have never let him hike his way through your trail against one of these trees, further delaying your path to an overlook but regardless you probably would have gotten lost since the both of you were out of your elements.

Luca nods his head in the direction you would be going, expecting you to follow. You do but not without grumbles and constantly looking over your shoulder to make sure nothing was lurking and ready to attack. In summary, you were not much of an outdoorsy person. You would have much rather spent your time at a pool or spa but Luca asked you to spend the weekend with him…which wasn’t necessarily random but you two were “off” in your relationship.

So you thought.

Luca wasn’t looking for a serious relationship due to the heights he continued to reach at the restaurant and he’s been your on going rebound after being cheated on. Why did that completely change after months of having an intimate relationship? It was a total cliche that you always kicked yourself for whenever you thought about Luca.

Not watching where you were going, your ankle was yanked back while you were walking thanks to being too much in your head, which sent you tumbling right into the dirt. You yelped, feeling the pain radiate through your ankle and the soreness circling in your belly now.

“Oh, what have you done? Can’t walk and daydream at the same time can you?” Luca says, making light of this situation while you managed to toss the dirt in your hands at his own feet.

You hiss as you try to sit back on your knees and there’s concern in Luca’s natural arched brows. He’s squatting, eyeing the swell of your ankle. “That’s not good.”

“Ya think!?”

“Your attitude I’m not loving today.”

“I probably just sprained my ankle and we’re going to be eaten alive by a storm! Or worse being possessed by the witch! So I don’t care!”

Luca exhales as he makes quick work of taking his backpack off to find the first aid kit. He’s wrapping your ankle, grabbing your water from the side of your bag and forcing you to drink. “Nothing is going to get us if we keep moving, yeah? At a much slower pace now but we make work with what we have. You’ll hold my hand and this stick to support your foot.” He hands over a large stick, “slow and steady wins the race I guess. I won’t leave you because if I really wanted to…i don’t think I would have invited you out here and would have done so ages ago.”

A glare is send right to a grinning Luca while you swallow your water, making him pinch your chin which you slapped away. “I don’t know why I like you or put up with you.”

“Just like you said, you actually like me. Really like me.” He continued to pick with you, helping you to your feet, “stop being a negative Nancy and look at the bright side. It’s not a completely bad day…once we find shelter I’ll share your favorite, The Romsnegl.”

You perk up at that as Luca intertwines your fingers now, “you made some?”

“Course I did.” Luca casts a glance over at you as you start moving or in your case limping, “I knew it would be only a matter of time before you went into your rants about hating nature so it was my task to make the treats.”

“Sounds like you really like me too.” You say after some silence, lightly bumping Luca’s arm who snorted with a roll of his eyes.

It’s drizzling now but in the distance you both lock eyes with a structure that you knew Luca would deem as shelter. The lightening blinks through the sky, making you two pick up some speed in your steps. You wait outside the hobbit like cave as Luca checks it out just in time as the downpour pelts down.

Plopping down right at the entrance but out the way of the rain, you stretch out while shining your own flashlight around the small cave while Luca is searching through his own bag.

“Luca…what’s that?” You shine the light at the back of his pink neck.

He turns back to you with the container of pastries, “What?”

“You have something on your neck, babes.” You pointed with a scrunch of your nose.

He shrugs,“It’s probably from my other lovers.”

You don’t feed into that considering the vents from earlier, “I’m serious, Lu.”

He slides the container your way while he takes a hand to brush against the side and back of his neck. Frowning he asks you to take a picture and starts to scratch at it once you show him.

He deeply sighs, “This is either poison Ivy or some other sort of bug bites.”

“Welp there goes the Romsnegl.” You shuffle off your bag and grab some spray, motioning for the tatted man to face away from you.

Spraying him down and waving the air to help it dry the both of you turn to face the storm.

Luca leans towards you over the thunder, trying his best not to scratch,“okay…I officially agree. Camping fucking sucks.”

You laugh, sending Luca a knowing glance before throwing yourself back against the ground with your arms thrown over your head.

Continue with my summer prompts & writings here.

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plutaztix · 1 year ago

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Finished first draft designs of the hazbin cast- Alastor., Charlie, Angeldust, Nifty , and Vaggie.

Some of them got minor redesigns while others got revamped, so I’ll be going down the line and discussing my reasoning for each one (please note, these are not perfect, and probably are not animator friendly, I did this for fun, and a lot of the decisions I made were because I felt like it. Do not throw a fit if you don’t like them)

Alastor- when redesigning alastor I focused on 3 major details: that he was from the 1920s-1930s, he was from the south, and that he was a “radio demon”. I took away the voodoo stuff cause that felt like a really weird way to associate him with Louisiana culture, and instead went for the more “southern gentleman” feel using the slicked back hair and simple clothes. I also replaced his monocle with a full pair of glasses, because I think not being able to see his eyes makes him more menacing, same thing with the straight teeth. I made his color palette into warm browns to kind of give the vibe of an old timey radio- with a highlight of gold as well. Side note: I like to imagine he doesn’t open his mouth, and instead it just lights up like an actual radio- cause I think that’s cool character flavor. I also kept his deer motif cause ,apparently, it was supposed to connect with how he died- plus I’m always a sucker for the kind of evil character that has an innocent animal theme, super fun. (Also his microphone is sentient and does change the text depending on the situation)

Charlie Morningstar- I think Charlie is a lovely character, she’s one of favorites, but she felt pretty plain in some aspects. I learned that she was kind of inspired by porcelain dolls, which gave me an interesting idea of making into kind of a “devils Pinocchio”- because what’s more innocent than a doll imbued with the power of her father’s dreams? So I really leaned into the soft friendly doll look, giving her ball joints and large eyes that stare into your soul. I softened a lot of her colors and gave her rounder shapes as well as leaning into the goat aspects of her character, because i thought it could be fun to have her play off the deer motif that alastor has.

Angel Dust- My boy , my good lad. He is also pretty solid when it comes to design , however- HE DID NOT LOOK LIKE A SPIDER. I had no idea that his freckles were supposed to be eyes until I rewatched it. Soooo I definitely tried to make him more spider like by making his eyes more prominent and giving him pointy side burns that act as mandibles. I also gave him him his spider butt and some weird ass legs. Oh and , unrelated, I like to imagine he does burlesque.

Nifty- MY FAVORITEE , I love nifty guys, she’s my POOKIE bear. When going into her design I knew I wanted to make her look older since I thought it was weird how much she was infantilized so I gave her lipstick and pearl earrings to make her look more like a refine 1950s housewife, as well as give her an apron and cleaning gloves to make her feel more like a maid. I also leaned into her subtle bug theme by giving her antennae, and giving polka dots on her dress for a very subtle lady bug theme (cause she’s my little lady). Some more small things I gave her a little swirl in her bangs to call back to victory rolls, as well as some subtle hints of green to call back to the uranium craze of that time.

Vaggie- she was difficult. Initially, I had no idea what I wanted to do with her, but I think that’s also because she’s not a very fleshed out character? Her whole story is kind of , Support Charlie and be a fallen angel.(still love chaggie tho) So I took some creative liberties, and gave her a more mature look- with some periwinkle to act as a subtle hint to her angelic nature. I also gave her the monocle from alastor design cause I thought it made more sense for her? Like, if anyone is gonna have the one eyed visual aid it’s gonna be the bitch with one eye. It also makes her look more matured? And I gave her a moth broach to call back to her moth inspo.

Annnd that’s it! I’ll be working on the next batch soon, which will likely have husk and sir pentious, if you have any other people you wanna see lmk!

#hazbin hotel #hazbin #hazbin art #hazbin hotel oc #hazbin hotel redesign #fypシ #helluva fanart #helluva boss #angel dust #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel vaggie #hazbin hotel nifty #fyp

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the-glorious-evolution-fanart · 7 months ago

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Was watching schnee's video essay on why arcane's characters are lonely from around 2 years ago and at the 1:17 timemark we see a scene from s1 where Heimerdinger praises Stanwick Pididly to Jayce. I was like why does he sound familiar? Then went yooooo it's that bitch who stole credit for making Blitzcrank from League Viktor!!!!!!

Damn, Viktor really is the opposite of a creator's pet.

Got a complete revamp instead of just getting an Arcane skin like the other champions that were in Arcane, was written in a very ableist way in both seasons, doesn't have his disability or terminal illness named even though it's a big part of his character, lost his agency for most of season 2, got confirmed as ace after the show ended because one of the showrunners hated jayvik, didn't form any meaningful relationships in the show outside of Jayce, isn't properly credited for making the Hexgates in the show, had actually cool concept art for his transformations into the Machine Herald just to have it scrapped and now the guy who wronged Viktor the most in his lore and is the actual reason why he started to self-harm as well as the main reason he completely embraced "Glorious Evolution" is treated like an outstanding dude 🙃

Plus it's not just Viktor. They deleted Jinx's schizophrenia in season 2 and screwed over any complexity Vi had in order to get her back together with Cait by act 3.

Yeah, Stanwick Pididly was an NPC in old league lore who not only stole the credit for creating Blitzcrank from his doctoral students, he also stole Viktor's earlier research and designs for prosthetics and used those in the process of revival and reconstruction of Urgot in the collaboration with Noxus's Bleak Academy, of course presenting those as his own. He also went to Piltover to advertise "bringing Urf back from the dead" while Piltovians were mourning Urf's passing. Unsurprisingly, he was kicked out. He later became a councilor on Zaun's Board of Directors. An absolutely deplorable person.

And what did Arcane do? It turned him into a hero, a founder of Piltover way back in history and Heimerdinger's friend.

One could argue that a viewer would have to think about worldbuilding to come to conclusion that whoever was involved with Piltover was directly involved in creating and perpetuating suffering in Zaun, thus Pididly is portrayed as a villain... and that theory could hold water, if literally any Piltovian was actually fully held accountable by the narrative for what they did to Zaun. Yet none of them, other than Marcus (whose crime was also hating Caitlyn!) was. Heimerdinger is a silly little goofball who might have been too serious earlier and "stuck in his old ways", but he felt sad when he went to Zaun (once? For the first time since Piltover started oppressing Zaun?) and narrative instantly treats him as fully redeemed. Jayce's moral dilemma disappears in S2. Caitlyn is not held accountable.

Arcane does a very poor job of actually following through with its portrayal of brutality Piltover enacts on Zaun which was shown through enforcers in Season 1. It is shown, yes, but the narrative doesn't always frame it as bad. Oftentimes it behaves like it's the case of "it is what it is". Which means there's no strong basis to say that Stanwick Pididly was portrayed as anything other than a hero.

For the rest of your points, I have nothing to add because they're all true, other than the ace argument - bear with me - if you view it through the lens of "it's a tool to deny jayvik", it may seem to you as something bad. But ace people are real, one of my best friends is ace and as an orientation it's not good or bad, it just is. It really shouldn't be used as a negative in ship wars.

#viktor league of legends #arcane viktor #arcane critical #anti arcane #old 2011. lore

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ribghoul · 6 months ago

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Hi All :)

I miss Tumblr a lot! So I'm going to make a modest effort to become active on here again. I'm going to start by filling my queue, but it probably won't post as often as it used to.

I also want to make an effort to post more updates, art, etc. And I might revamp this blog if I get the time. I also probably won't be updating my side blogs or taking commissions at this time.

I've been out of touch with Tumblr for a while, so bear with me if I'm behind on news, site updates, etc.

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whatifitookalilnap · 9 months ago

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Die With A Smile

Chapter 1: I Could Be A Good Avatar, If I Could Get Out Of This Place

(Pairing: Korra x Asami)

(EQUALIST ASAMI AU IS FINALLY HERE!!!! I combined this with a slightly revamped version of my corrupt White Lotus concept. Also just me in general doing a whole ass LOK rewrite because why not? Asami and Korra’s antics WILL be ridiculous up in here. Prepare yourselves for a LONG fic. Feedback and comments are always welcome! The ao3 link is posted right before this!)

“Oh yeah! Hit him where it hurts, Korra!” Delak yelled as Korra managed to bend fire right at her opponent’s chest with her fist.

“FLAY THAT SUCKER! ARE YOU OLD CRONES SEEING THIS?!?! THAT’S MY GIRL KICKING ASS OUT THERE!” Kyuka hollered.

Korra bit back a laugh as Rakin scolded them for her best friends’ vulgar cheering tactics. She was very quickly snapped back to reality when her opponent threw fire at her face. Thankfully, Korra managed to dodge in the flames in the nick of time. Better actually pay attention to the fight now.

In her defense, the fight is basically over. Her opponent was breathing heavily, there was a slight shaking in his legs, and his movements were much more erratic and much less precise. After one well timed kick, Korra had won the battle.

"Haha! Yes! Finally!" Korra excitedly cheered.

Then she took a quick glance at the unamused faces of the White Lotus members and quickly straightened out.

"I mean, thank you all for believing in me," Korra said respectfully while bowing.

Kyuka dragged Delak by the arm and rushed down from the bleachers to meet Korra. Almost immediately crushed in a bear hug by her two best friends.

Also, her only friends, but the point still stands.

"Don't get ahead of yourself Korra. We haven't decided if you've actually completed your firebending training yet," Rakin warned her.

Korra took in a deep breath in an attempt to not totally flip her lid. These old crones have been putting off her completion of firebending for weeks. Every time they claim something will be the final test, they say something along the lines of 'oh, just kidding, you will be training even longer'! It's driving her insane! Just let her airbend already, damn it!

"You can't be serious, you've been saying that for ages! I mean how much is enough-" Kyuka glared before Delak nudged her harshly.

While Korra did appreciate Kyuka riding for her so passionately, it really wouldn't do much to help her case.

"Look, the reality of it is that Korra may be excelling in the physical aspects of being the Avatar, but she's completely ignored the spiritual side," Rakin glared.

"Well, yes, airbending is when I learn about spirituality. When I start my airbending training, I will actually have the opportunity to get into the whole spirit situation," Korra deadpanned.

There's no way she had to actually spell it out for these old guys. Sometimes it seems like they purposefully drag out her training. Ugh, but that doesn't even make any sense. They'd have no purpose for doing that.

She just needs to remind herself that this is what Avatar Aang wanted. Who knows more about being the Avatar than the one right before her?

"Korra's ready. If anyone can teach her about the spirits, it's Tenzin," Katara smiled.

The four White Lotus members did not seem to appreciate that statement. If Korra wasn't a super composed and mature adult, she would be jumping with joy right now.

Okay, fine, she's bouncing on the balls of her feet just a little.

"Maybe we should discuss this further," Rakin started before thankfully getting cut off by Katara.

"There's no need. Kyuka does have a point, you've been holding out on the poor girl for weeks. Korra's completed every task you've thrown at her with grace and precision. She's earned her title of firebending master," Katara nodded.

Korra smiled excitedly at her mentor's words. No one can argue with Katara.

"Well, I suppose that's that. We will collaborate with Master Tenzin in order to begin her airbending training," Tala relented.

Did any of the White Lotus members look particularly happy about Katara's verdict? No. Did Korra have the decency to care now that she's finally a firebending master? Also no.

"Yes! Finally! Oh, we have got to celebrate! Dinner's on me tonight!" Kyuka exclaimed while linking arms with Korra and Delak.

"You know the rules," Rakin told the trio with narrowed eyes.

"Yes, Korra will be back before sundown. I can assure you no harm will fall upon the Avatar while she's with us," Delak sighed.

"Kids these days," Rakin sighed as his way of letting them go.

Before Kyuka could yank Korra away, the Avatar rushed up to lightly hug Katara. The older woman laughed before hugging back.

"No need to thank me. Go have fun with your friends," Katara grinned once Korra pulled away.

Korra beamed at her waterbending master before hurrying over to where Kyuka and Delak stood. They'd need to get out of here as fast as possible if she wants to make the most of this day. After all, the Avatar has a curfew.

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Korra is so past curfew right now. She blames her stupid friends.

Thankfully, by the time the Avatar returned to the compound, the White Lotus weren't waiting for her like the stalkers they are. Instead, the man in charge of opening and closing the gate merely gave her a scolding look before letting her back inside.

Once the Avatar awkwardly started shuffling back into the compound, she heard several voices speak in the conference room and none of them sounded pleased. When she glanced into the window, she saw the White Lotus speaking to Tenzin and some woman Korra's never met before.

Now Korra's mind is racing a mile a minute. How in spirit's name did Tenzin get here so quickly? And why was he by himself? He usually brought his wife and kids when he visits the Southern Water Tribe. Did he know that Korra's training would soon come to an end? Is it a mere coincidence? Just what is going on here?

Well, Korra should probably just quietly get to her room, she was sure she would have been called if she was needed.

"-and that is why we seriously need the Avatar's help," the unknown woman stated.

Korra's jaw dropped at the admission. She thought about what to do next for a moment before simply deciding the best course of action was to eavesdrop. Hey, she's not a perfect person.

"I appreciate the, complexities, of your situation, but I must decline your request of bringing out the Avatar," Rakin firmly stated.

Both Tenzin and the unknown woman seemed shocked by the response. The unknown woman grit her teeth and curled her hand into a fist. In her defense, the way she looks is exactly how Korra feels whenever she has to talk to Rakin.

"I am the chief of police in Republic City. I was raised by Toph Beifong. If you could not tell by those two facts alone, I am not a woman who is willing to ask for help. But my city needs their Avatar," the Beifong woman insisted.

"Please, Rakin, the situation is only getting worse by the day. Besides, Korra needs to go to Republic City to learn airbending anyways," Tenzin added.

"Korra should not be dealing with such a major crisis until she is a fully realized Avatar. You need to find another way to solve this issue," Rakin trold them.

"My father was twelve years old when he ended the Hundred Year War, surely Korra-," Tenzin began.

The airbending master was very quickly cut off by Rakin slamming his fist down on the table. It surprised Korra greatly. In all her years of knowing him, he never once broke his cool exterior.

"No, the Avatar must stay here. Her airbending training will be postponed until this little incident is taken care of," Rakin spat.

"Lin, we did what we could, but their decision is final," Tenzin told the scowling woman.

Despite Tenzin admitting defeat, even he didn't seem to love Rakin's decision. He looked irritated, but he's significantly more composed than the chief.

"I don't really see the point in having an Avatar if she can't actually leave her home!" the woman Korra could now identify as Lin huffed.

"Korra's just barely turned eighteen, give her some time. I can assure you-" Rakin began, but Lin was already leaving.

Korra yelped and immediately started running, knowing she'd certainly get caught if someone walked through those doors. Korra did not slow down until she was safely tucked away in her room.

The Avatar's brain was going a mile a minute. There are dozens of questions going through her mind, but only two seemed to really matter. What is going on in Republic City? And why exactly is Rakin so against Korra doing her literal job by helping them?

Something told Korra she wouldn't get any answers from Rakin. Tenzin and Lin didn't seem to be in the mood to talk either. There's only one person Korra can think of that would be able to help her in these trying Avatar times.

After very quickly escaping the White Lotus compound, Korra used her waterbending to get to Katara's door home at lightning speed. The Avatar didn't even need to knock before her waterbending master opened the door.

"I was wondering when you would make your great escape," Katara grinned.

"Katara, I need some serious old lady wisdom right now," Korra admitted.

"I'll make tea. Talk to me," Katara told her.

Once Korra explained to Katara the whole situation, the older woman looked troubled. That is not a good sign. When she mentioned the Lin Beifong woman, Katara's jaw dropped.

"I'm sorry, did you just say that Lin Beifong came to the Southern Water Tribe to ask for the Avatar's assistance?" Katara asked.

"Yes, that's correct," Korra confirmed.

"Oh, you need to leave immediately," Katara confirmed.

"Is it really that bad?" Korra grimaced.

"If Lin 'I'll stitch my own stab wound with no healer' Beifong is asking for help, then she really needs help," Katara nodded.

Korra's entire body slumped in pure relief at Katara's approval. This woman is her idol. Korra wants to make her proud so badly the pressure of it all almost consumes her.

"I'm glad I at least have you on my side. I want to be the kind of Avatar people want to come to for help. I want to make sure the era of peace Aang brought to this world stays intact," Korra insisted.

Katara gave Korra a soft smile. She took Korra's hands into her own and squeezed them tight.

"Aang's era is over. My brother and many of my friends are gone. It's time for you and your generation to take on maintaining balance in this crazy world. There is no doubt in my mind that you will be an excellent Avatar, Korra," Katara smiled.

The younger woman quickly drew her into a hug, partly to hide her tears. She's really doing this. Korra is really going to go to Republic City.

...wait a damn minute.

"Katara, super quick question for you. How does one, ehem, get to Republic City at such an hour?"

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Once Korra called Delak and Kyuka from Katara's house to explain the situation, she decided she had to stop at her parents place in person before she left. Though they were reluctant to let her go, their worries eased significantly when they learned Katara signed off on it.

"Really? You're going to let me go? Just like that?" Korra asked hopefully.

"We always knew you'd have to go to Republic City eventually. We also knew that it would be a good chance we couldn't come with you," Senna told her.

"Not only are you the Avatar, but you're also an adult. I'm glad that you're taking charge of your own life," her father kindly stated.

At once, Korra swelled up with emotion. For the first time in her life, she was going to go off and learn to bend a new element without her parents by her side.

The Avatar quickly squeezed her parents into a tight hug. She felt two pairs of arms wrap around her. She stood there to simply bask in the presence of her parents for a moment. Oh, she is going to miss them terribly.

"Uh, before I forget, could I, oh gee I don't know, have some money?" Korra asked hopefully.

Tonraq sighed a very tired, fatherly sigh. He then looked rather dramatically off into the distance.

"The day I've been dreading for the past eighteen years has finally come. My daughter is going to run my wallet dry. How I mourn you, gold coins," Tonraq said, feigning sadness.

"Oh for spirits sake, you'll be fine old man. Give me a moment Korra, I'll get you some money," Senna told her. Korra's mother then quickly left the room to find the satchel with the coins.

"I don't know why you're looking so sad, Pops, no one has ever once said that having a daughter is cheap," Korra smirked.

"Let a man grieve in peace, Korra," Tonraq immediately countered.

Korra's eyes rolled so far back into her head that she's pretty sure she could see her own brain. Senna then walked back into the room with a full coin purse. The Avatar made her final goodbyes with her parents and then she was ushering Naga to start running at the speed of light.

From what Katara said, Beifong tends to travel by boat and there should only be one docked right now. Korra is hoping and praying that the chief is still there. It'd really suck if her sudden rebellion was all for nothing.

The spirits must be on her side because Korra saw the chief's silhouette walking up to the boat.

"Hey! Chief Beifong! Wait up!" Korra yelled.

The chief paused and turned around with a raised eyebrow. Yikes, this woman is incredibly intimidating.

"So sorry to bother you, it's just that I'm the Avatar and word on the street is that you need my help," Korra said.

The chief looked Korra up and down, then crossed her arms. She did not seem amused.

"Given the fact that I literally just spoke to the White Lotus and they told me they wouldn't be sending the Avatar out, I find your claim a little hard to believe," the woman scowled.

Ah, that explains the odd look she gave Korra. Well, this is an easily solvable situation.

Korra waterbent a sphere right above her left hand. Then, she tilted her head back and breathed fire from her mouth.

Lin Beifong's eyes widened a bit and her lips ever so slightly parted in shock. Korra assumes this is the most extreme emotion she'll get from this woman.

"I can assure you I'm no fake," Korra smiled.

"How on Earth did you manage to get out here then? The White Lotus seemed very set on not letting you off your leash," Beifong asked once she recovered from the unexpected surprise.

"Yeah, I actually talked to them! They, uh, had a change of heart," Korra ever so slightly lied.

Lin narrowed her eyes at Korra's words. If she found Korra's words to be suspicious, she ultimately didn't comment.

"In that case, let's get a move on. If we don't get on that boat right now, we don't leave the Southern Water Tribe," Lin said.

Korra nodded and quickly followed behind Lin to board the boat. They were quickly ushered onto the ship and shown to the room they'd be staying.

"So, what is the situation with Republic City that needs an Avatar's help?" Korra decided to ask once they got settled.

"I'll give you a more detailed run down when we get to the station. It's easier to absorb certain information with all the documents right in front of you. The condensed version of the issue is that there's an up and coming movement for nonbenders. They call themselves Equalists. They're a bunch of nonbenders that are pissed off over being treated unfairly in comparison to benders," Lin explained.

"I mean, that doesn't sound so bad. If there's really an issue of nonbenders getting the short end of the stick, shouldn't it get addressed?" Korra questioned.

"The issue isn't so much the Equalist cause itself, more of who's the face of it. His name's Amon and he's an extremist psychopath. Unfortunately, the desperation of nonbenders is so bad that they don't particularly care about how Amon goes about spreading equality, they just want results," Lin told her.

"So he's making benders out to be the enemy?" Korra guessed.

"Correct. He's twisting a movement that could be used to inspire actual change and is instead making it a hate campaign against benders. It's been getting rapidly worse these past few months," Lin confirmed.

Korra cringed at the concept of benders and nonbenders turning on each other. Kind of makes her wonder who would even win. Sure, benders had some pretty crazy power since they manipulate an element, but there's much more nonbenders out in the world. Plus, with all the new machines in this day and age, Korra imagines it'd be a pretty fair fight.

Seriously, why is she even thinking about this? The whole point of her presence is to stop the Equalist issue from getting to that point.

"Well, this is certainly one way to start off my thrilling Avatar career," Korra sighed.

Okay, nonbenders are naturally upset that they are treated lesser than in comparison to benders. Nonbenders follow Amon despite his radical views because he actually causes change. Korra needs to step in and find a middle ground so that everyone goes home happy.

Now how the fuck is she gonna do that?

"Out of morbid curiosity, how did you manage to convince the White Lotus to let you run off to Republic City? I've spent months trying to convince them to get you there," Beifong inquired, effectively snapping the Avatar out of her thoughts.

Korra kind of forgot about the fact that she's basically a runaway right now. Oopsie daisy.

"So, uh, you're going to laugh when I tell you this," Korra nervously started.

"Oh, what the flameo did you do?" Beifong glared.

Spirits, this woman is terrifying when she glares.

"So the White Lotus don't actually, how do you say, know that I left," Korra weakly told her.

Lin stared at Korra for five seconds straight. Then, she took in a deep breath.

"Are you telling me that I just, for all intents and purposes, kidnapped the fucking Avatar?" Lin eerily asked her.

"No I am not! I turned eighteen last week, so I'm an adult leaving a place on my own volition! Plus, it's not like they're going to think I just vanished! I told my parents and Katara I was leaving! They'll be the ones to let the White Lotus know what's going on tomorrow," Korra frantically told her.

Chief Beifong took in a deep breath while she rubbed her eyes. She seemed to be thinking for a moment before she let out a long, drawn out sigh.

“You know what? I don’t think I care about those old hags anymore. Your parents will deal with the aftermath. No one would bother going against Katara's judgment. The White Lotus completely fell apart when Iroh died anyways,” Lin huffed.

Korra pursed her lips at the comment but ignored it. The White Lotus has been getting a lot of jabs lately. Sure, they're stuck up jerks and sometimes their methods make absolutely zero sense, but that doesn't make them terrible people or anything.

"Wait, do you happen to know where I'll be staying when we actually get there? I kind of forgot about sleeping arrangements. I was in a bit of a rush to meet you," Korra said in an attempt to change the subject.

Also, she really does need a place to stay.

"You'll be bunking with Tenzin and his family. You need to stay there to learn airbending anyways, it was always the plan from what I've heard," Lin stated.

"I figured as much. Never hurts to check," Korra said.

Once those words left her mouth, Naga decided this was the perfect time for the all powerful Avatar to become a chair. Naga proceeded to lay her entire body on Korra. Helpless to stop this obvious attack, all Korra could do was accept her fate as she was smothered in fur.

"You alive down there Avatar? I can't have you suffocating until after you've fixed my city's problems," Lin said.

For the first time since Korra's seen her, the chief of police actually sounds amused. So suffering is what makes Lin Beifong have a light laugh.

Honestly? It checks out.

"Yeah, I'm good. It would appear Naga thinks she's still a puppy," Korra managed to get out.

"Get comfortable inhaling all that polar bear dog fur, it'll be a while before we get to Republic City," Lin said in such a way that it was obvious she's smirking right now.

Naga must be encouraged by Lin's words because she put even more of her weight on Korra. That's just perfect. It looks like Korra's first time in Republic City she'd be sporting a couple of cracked ribs.

No one ever said being the Avatar would be easy.

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Korra may have once been Avatar Aang about eighteen years ago, but she does not have her previous life's patience. She was practically jumping off the walls by the time they docked at Republic City at midday.

"It's about damn time. If you asked my one more question about Republic City, I was going to throw you overboard," Beifong scowled.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realize it was a crime to be curious about my home for the foreseeable future," Korra pouted.

"I should make it one. Tenzin's going to be in a council meeting that'll last pretty much all day. I'll call him when he gets out. I've got to make up for the time I missed at work so I'll be unreachable for at least the next couple days. Feel free to roam the city. Be back here at sundown, Tenzin should be here by then. Don't do stupid shit. I swear if you get into trouble," Beifong warned.

"What? Trouble? Me? I'm the pinnacle of good behavior," Korra indignantly stated.

"Somehow I don't buy it. We'll discuss the Equalist issue at a later time, I need to get back to the station. Again, do not do anything stupid," Lin sternly told her while walking away.

"Pinnacle of good behavior! That's what I am!" Korra yelled after.

Either Beifong didn't hear the Avatar or she simply did not care. It doesn't really matter because now, Korra is standing alone in front of a major city she's never been to.

Well, Korra has approximately four hours until she has to be back at the port. While she contemplated what to do, her stomach decided to give her an answer by loudly growling. She's pretty confident in the fact Naga is probably hungry now too. Okay, food it is.

As began her journey through this gigantic city, Korra's eyes were like crazy to see as much as possible. All the buildings she could see were miles tall. Cars were streaming right past her, people were bustling around trying to get to their destination, and there was some type of loud sound coming from every which way.

To put it bluntly, Republic City is a tad overwhelming.

As Korra continued her very scenic view of the city, a loud feminine voice caught her attention. She glanced over her shoulder to look at the source of the volume only to see a swarm of people crowding a girl on a stage. The megaphone the girl held accounted for the shockingly loud voice. It would appear the Avatar accidentally walked right into one of those Equalist rallies the chief talked about. Korra considered her options for a moment before deciding to get in closer. She may as well scope the scenery out.

Besides, as an Avatar, it would be in her best interest to understand both sides of the issue. She has a pretty solid idea what the benders think of the whole Equalist movement, so maybe this speaker will give Korra some perspective on the nonbender side. Despite the hunger ever brewing in Korra's stomach, she walked to the rally.

The closer Korra got to the Equalist rally, the prettier the speaker on stage began to look. Once the Korra made it to the edge of the Equalist gathering, she decided this speaker might just be the most beautiful woman she's ever seen.

She had long, flowing black hair that went right down to her waist. Her hair was secured in a top knot above her head as an ode to her Fire Nation heritage. The gold band and pin in her hair looked very elegant on her. Her purple eyeshadow made her bright green eyes stand out in the most wonderful way possible. Even her voice is soothing to listen to, even if it's amped up the megaphone.

Due to the fact that Korra is a very disastrous bisexual, she had a hard time focusing on the speaker's words due to how gorgeous she is. Because of course the first person Korra acknowledges as super attractive in this city happens to be an Equalist. Ugh, whatever, it's not like Korra ever needs to do more than listen to her.

Thankfully, Korra started to really pay attention to the woman's words and can honestly see where the Equalist movement is coming from. The Avatar honestly wanted to hear more, but Naga began nudging her shoulder. Her poor girl was probably starving.

Naturally, Naga ended up attracting a bit of attention as a polar bear dog in a place where they are not typically seen. A few people were glancing over their shoulder and began wearily eyeing Korra's massive companion. The Equalist speaker just so happened to be one of the people that became interested in Naga's appearance.

Yikes, it is so time for Korra to get up out of here. She ended up making eye contact with the speaker. Korra, unsure of what to do, simply smiled at the woman before guiding Naga away from the rally. This dog needed to eat, and fast.

Korra made it down to the end of the block before she realized she did not, in fact, know where she was going. It probably would've been smart to ask Beifong for a map. Or at least ask for the directions to get one. Oh boy.

"You alright? You look a little bit lost," a very pretty voice asked her.

Korra turned to see the woman who was talking to her was the speaker at the Equalist rally. This is certainly an unexpected development. Deciding to ignore the fact that this girl is even more stunning up close, Korra told her the truth.

"It's my first time in the city and I have zero clue where I'm going. I can't even find a map," the Avatar unfortunately admitted.

Equalist girl laughed at her very honest response, and Korra felt a little bit proud she got this girl to laugh. Only a little bit though. She has to maintain a small amount of self respect, after all.

"Oh, you poor thing. It's not easy to navigate this city by yourself, especially without any prior knowledge. Where are you trying to go? I was born and raised here, I'm sure I could help," the woman smiled.

It's genuinely embarrassing how Korra's stomach flipped at the 'poor thing' comment. Yeah, she needs to get her shit together if she has any hope of being a competent Avatar.

"I just need to find a decent place to eat. Preferably a place with a lot of raw meat. My polar bear dog has a big appetite," Korra explained.

"What a coincidence, I was on my way to get lunch too! There's a bunch of little vendors with the best food down the street. You can just follow my lead if you like," the woman offered.

This is genuinely incredibly convenient. Maybe the spirits are on Korra's side today.

"Thank you, I really appreciate the help," Korra sighed in relief.

"No problem. My name's Asami. And what is the name of the girl I'm dragging around Republic City?" the taller woman asked.

Damn it, her name is as pretty as she is.

"It's nice to meet you. I'm Korra. And this polar bear dog who I swear is friendly, is Naga. I understand the teeth can be a bit intimidating, but she's a total sweetheart," the Avatar replied.

"Naga is pretty cute. Just like her owner," Asami casually stated.

What. Like. What. Who. How. What.

"So, uh, what kind of food do these vendors serve?" Korra asked in what she hoped was a normal way.

Maybe Korra just imagined the compliment. Yeah, that's probably it. She's hungry, auditory hallucinations are perfectly plausible. Right?

"Oh they've got pretty much everything down there. My personal favorite are these dumplings specifically from one of the Earth Kingdom vendors. I swear they're magic," Asami told her.

"Dumplings do sound pretty good right about now," Korra noted.

Thankfully for her, she did not need to wait much longer. Her nose was hit with some of the most delightful smells she has ever experienced. Asami must have sensed her very strong desire to eat because she led Korra directly to the vendor with the most amazing looking dumplings on this planet.

"Miss Sato! Back for me I see!" the man cheerily exclaimed upon seeing Asami.

"Of course, your food is simply too delicious. We'll take two of the number five, please," Asami smiled.

"Coming right up!" the man happily agreed.

In a split second, there was two bowls of dumplings right in front of them. It only processed in Korra's mind that Asami was paying for her food when she handed one of her bowls to Korra. Oh spirits, did she think Korra is like, broke and homeless or something? That would be so embarrassing.

"Oh, I can pay, I have money on me," the Avatar insisted.

"Don't worry about it, it's my treat. Think of it as a welcome to Republic City," the very pretty woman smiled.

"That's very generous of you, thank you," Korra said.

"Of course. What does Naga eat? I'm sure she's jealous we've already got lunch," Asami asked.

Korra, who is currently very flustered, practically jumped at the chance to keep moving to distract herself. Asami paid yet again for Naga's meal even when Korra fully pulled out her coins, so that was another nice gesture. The two girls, three if you count Naga, sat down on a bench near the vendors and dug in.

"Sweet spirits you were not kidding about these dumplings. I think my life has been changed forever," Korra muttered in awe after just one bite.

"I told you I know what I'm talking about. Say, while I've got you here, what did you think of the rally I put on? I like getting opinions from the crowd. Strike a chord? Make you feel all hyped up? I'm also more than open to constructive criticism," Asami questioned.

Now this is something Korra was unsure of how to answer. Given that she doesn't know a lot about the Equalist issue yet, she would like more information before she can give any form of criticism, that's for sure. It's best to keep it broad for now.

"I didn't get to listen to much of it, but from what little I gathered it seemed to go really well. You're an eloquent public speaker and you certainly looked like you knew what you were talking about. Although, I don’t think I qualify as your target audience," Korra admitted.

The woman's brows furrowed in confusion for a moment before a certain realization came across her face.

"Would it happen to be because you're a bender?" Asami with a small grin.

Given the fact that she's not detecting any major hostility from the woman in front of her, Korra sheepishly nodded her head yes.

"I realize my opinions are rather controversial, but I believe the Equalist message is for everyone. We need benders to realize that it is unfair nonbenders get treated the way we do, especially since so many benders are in positions of power that can actually make change," Asami explained.

"That is a very good point," Korra agreed.

Well, it looks like this particular Equalist doesn't align with the extremist agenda, which is something.

"Would it be correct of me to assume you're a waterbender?" Asami asked.

That feels like a bit of an abrupt change in topic, but alright then. Even though this girl is perfectly receptive to the fact that Korra's a bender, she's not eager to find out about Asami's reaction to learning Korra's the Avatar.

"Yeah, I'm a waterbender," is all Korra decides to say.

"Makes sense. Your eyes are the most beautiful shade of blue I've ever seen. They remind me of the lake near my house," Asami smiled.

Korra's cheeks immediately burned at the compliment. The Avatar is not used to...whatever in spirits name is going on right now. In Korra's defense, the White Lotus did not prepare her for this kind of situation.

"Thank you. You have very pretty eyes too," Korra said before hastily taking another bite of her dumpling.

She is way too bisexual for this shit. Korra just needs to calm the fuck down. This Asami chick probably just has a bit of a flirty personality. It's not uncommon for girls to be naturally kind like this.

"You're very sweet, just like that smile of yours. It's infectious really. Your smile is so pretty I couldn't help but smile back up on stage," Asami giggled while resting her chin on her right hand.

This is fine. Asami is just a very nice girl. This is fine. Korra is going to ignore how red her face definitely is right now. This is fine.

"Hmm, you don't say? So what other food places do you recommend? Clearly I can trust your tastes," Korra said in an awkward attempt to change the topic.

Thankfully for her, Asami seemed to let it happen.

"I know a really nice restaurant a few blocks north of here. A bunch of Water Tribe cuisine there that I'm sure you and Naga would love," Asami told her.

Just when Korra was about to ask the name of said restaurant, she heard a pained cry that sounded awfully human. She frowned and stood up to see what the issue was. It was a bit difficult to see with the vendors blocking her sight of the street, but she managed to see who let out that cry.

Some poor older man looked absolutely terrified of the three other men surrounding him. It could very well be nothing, but that older man looks like death is knocking on his door. It's best to swing by to be safe.

"Hey, I've got to head out, places to go, people to see, all that. It was nice meeting you!" Korra said over her shoulder.

Beckoning Naga forward, Korra lightly jogged over to the block where the poor old man is. The situation did not look any better up close.

"Ah, Mr. Chen! My good man. Tell me, do you have this month's rent? I hope the answer's yes! If not, then I may be unable to protect this fine establishment," one of the three men said with feigned kindness.

A rather scary looking man with a scar on his face used firebending to light up his palm. Sweet spirits, they wanted to burn that man's place to the ground.

"Please, business has been slow, I do not have any money right now," Mr. Chen begged.

Korra paused for a moment, unsure of how to approach the situation. She could fight the guys and claim it to be self defense. But then again, Lin did say not to get into trouble. Something tells Korra that the literal chief of police is not someone to cross. Maybe she can help in a more discreet way other than an outright brawl.

The Avatar looked around to see if anyone was watching before she used her earthbending to encase those three jackasses in earth. The earth's encasements went up to their chin so they can't bend anymore. Suckers.

Mr. Chen, knowing a good thing when he sees it, hightails out of there with his merchandise still intact.

The three men were yelling and screaming about how someone was going to pay for this, blah blah blah. They couldn't even see Korra was the one who did it, the damn morons.

The Avatar then went into the nearest shop and in the most polite voice, said the words, "do you mind if I use your phone? I need to call the police."

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Korra is beat. After she made sure those trio of jerks got taken away in cuffs, she simply roamed around the city until the sun began to set. Now she's just sitting on the docs and is considering the day's events.

Republic City is...well...a lot. That is to be expected, of course, but it's certainly different experiencing the city firsthand than just anticipating how it really is. Equalist rallies, overly kind women, run in with a bunch of stupid benders that though they were above the law, all around a pretty exciting day.

Korra's contemplations were cut short when she saw Tenzin and his kids approach them. She hastily stood up in order to greet them. Yikes, he did not look happy. The kids, on the other hand, seemed utterly ecstatic to see her. Hopefully Korra can work with that.

"KORRA!" the three airbending kids exclaimed as they launched themselves onto her.

Jinora was clinging to her back, Ikki was placed comfortably on her left side while Meelo was on her right. Man, she missed these kids.

"Korra I learned this super cool new airbending trick! Check it out!" Meelo exclaimed.

"It's been forever since we've seen you! Are you really going to live with us? Are you finally going to learn airbending? How will you-," Ikki rambled.

It was never boring with Ikki and Meelo around, that's for sure.

"Please tell me you're staying, these people are driving me insane!" Jinora hopelessly whispered into her air.

Korra laughed at Jinora's desperation. The Avatar can see how it might be a tad exhausting being constantly surrounded by two people much younger than you as your only form of social life.

"So are we going to talk about why you, the Avatar, decided to frolic to Republic City without telling the White Lotus? You know, the people that my father decided would take on the responsibility of your care?" Tenzin glared.

At once, the three children released their grip on Korra and floated right back on the ground. They knew that Korra is in some serious trouble. A small, weak part of her wanted to purposefully hide behind Tenzin's kids in hopes their father will loosen up.

"Do I acknowledge the fact that maybe running away from home was not the best plan of action? Yes, yes I do. But I would like to remind you that Avatar Aang ran away from home and what do you know! He stopped the Hundred Year War! Yay running away from home!" Korra cheered.

"Must you bring my father into this?" Tenzin sighed.

"If that's what it takes to convince you to let me stay, then yes," Korra nodded.

"The White Lotus are not pleased," Tenzin warned.

"I can deal with Rakin and his hissy fits. I'm not worried about him. What I am worried about is the state that Republic City is in. I can't just turn my back on people who need me," Korra confidently told him.

Tenzin let out a very long, very tired sigh. Then, he turned around and started walking to his air bison.

"Come along then, Pema should be finished with dinner. The White Lotus will be expecting a call from you before you go to sleep," Tenzin informed her.

Korra's relief of being able to stay was nothing compared to the excitement of Jinora, Ikki, and Meelo. The Avatar simply smiled and nodded as the children kept rambling on about all the fun stuff they can do together while she's on the island. At least some people are happy to see her in Republic City.

Once they got to Air Temple Island, Korra practically inhaled her dinner. Pema knows how to cook, that's for damn sure. Korrra figures that she may as well call Rakin now that she's eaten. No point in prolonging her own torture.

Admittedly, Korra is not listening to Rakin scolding her. She's tired, alright?

"-do not think for one second this action will not have consequences, young lady! You must remember your duty as the Avatar," Rakin snapped.

"I know who I am. I plan to live and die for the Four Nations, just as you've been telling me for years. I may as well have those words etched on my skin with how many times I've said it," Korra huffed with a roll of her eyes.

"You exhaust me," Rakin simply stated.

"Walking fifteen steps exhausts you, old man. On that note, I gotta hit the hay. Later hater!" Korra smiled.

Despite Rakin's yelling over the phone, she still hung up on him. It's really funny making him mad. Now Korra's going to call people that don't give her a migraine. Most of the time.

It only took one ring for Kyuka to answer her call. To Korra's convenience, Delak was already with her. Upon Kyuka's request, Korra told them every detail she could think of about her brief time in Republic City.

"Spirits Korra, that's an insane first day," Delak muttered on the other end of the line.

"You're telling me," Korra sighed as she tugged the phone cord.

"So. The Equalist girl was hot," Kyuka said into the phone.

"Seriously? I have a run in with a trio of bending freaks and you focus on the fact that I chatted with some girl?" Korra scoffed.

"You literally just said she was hot, she kept complimenting you, and she paid for your food. She's totally into you. Besides, this is the definition of a forbidden love story! On opposite sides of the same war, will love prevail?! Stay tuned to find out more!" the waterbender teased.

"Delak, do not let her watch anmore drama plays while I'm gone. She's confusing fantasy with reality," Korra snorted.

"Duly noted," Delak chuckled.

"You two are no fun, I swear! Is it so wrong to want Korra to have a thrilling star crossed romance? My life is so boring with just Delak for company, I need to live vicariously through you!" Kyuka whined. Both girls very pointedly ignored Delak's indignant 'hey!'.

"Uka, I love you, I really do, but I beg of you to be realistic. Asami's just a random woman I met and had a small conversation with. I know nothing about her but her name. Believe it or not, Republic City is huge. I genuinely don't think I'm ever going to see her again," Korra scoffed.

"You wanna bet on it?" Kyuka asked with a mischievous tone in her voice.

Korra genuinely had to laugh at her friend's words. Did Kyuka really think that Korra was just going to bump into the same woman twice in a place packed with tens of thousands of people?

"Can I get in on this too? To be so clear, I'm on Korra's side," Delak chimed in.

That was in his best interest. Korra can not remember the last time Kyuka has won one of their friendly wagers.

"Deal. Okay, mom's birthday is in six months, so I'll definitely be coming back home for that. Delak and I bet you ten gold pieces each that I won't see the Equalist girl again until at least after I visit on my mom's birthday," Korra boldly declared.

"Oh you are so on!" Kyuka laughed.

The Avatar went to bed that night under the assumption that she would be ten gold coins richer in six months. If only Korra knew just how fast she would lose that bet. If only Korra knew.

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