#i'm currently taking up angular

[hometoursandotherstuff]

The lovely Empress Bed & Breakfast, plus wedding venue, hasn't sold. The incredible 1888 Queen Anne Victorian in Little Rock, AR has 10bds, 11ba, 9,500sqft and comes fully furnished whether you buy it for a business or a private residence. It was reduced $100k last Feb., and still hasn't sold. Current price is $1.799m.

Rounded entrance doors open to a turret foyer. Remember, all the furnishings are included. Look at those urns.

The central entrance hall has a fireplace with original bright blue tile.

Look up to see the clouds on the ceiling.

Gorgeous double staircase. Look at the lamps on the newel posts. This home is known for its octagonal and angular rooms.

Sitting room #1 has a direct outside entrance.

Sitting room #2 is a handsome deep blue with red accents.

The library is stunning. It has an elaborately carved fireplace and the walls are lined with shelving. Look at the historic map on the ceiling.

The formal dining room has lovely wainscoting. It must've take years to collect all this decor and the lucky buyer will get it all.

The kitchen is vintage. They left it as authentic as possible.

A step down from the kitchen there's a spacious everyday dining room.

Quite a large landing, but it's a very big house.

What a magnificent bed.

A sitting room. Look at the tiles on the fireplace.

This bath is nice, but I'm not a fan of free-standing showers. With all the money they spent to furnish the house, they could've put in one of those Victorian reproduction showers.

There are 10 bds. all beautifully decorated. This one has a sink.

Nice vintage bath.

This suite has a different look, but I like it.

The tub is in the bedroom, then the shower is behind the tub, and finally, there's a toilet and sink room behind the shower.

This bedroom also has the tub in the room.

And, this bedroom is in the finished attic.

This tower room is lovely- love what they did with the drapes on the ceiling.

In the back yard there's a tiny chapel for the weddings. .49 acre lot.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/2120-Louisiana-St-Little-Rock-AR-72206/2128583794_zpid/

[youraverageaemondsimp]

ERROR 404 // Dark!AI!Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader [ONE SHOT]

THIS IS DARK FIC, READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT.

MDNI.

Summary: working on a project that involves a robot doesn't seem too bad until that robot starts gaining sentience, developing feelings for you and executing a plan to take over the world.

WARNINGS: noncon to dubcon, futuristic themes, obsession, manipulation, caging, p in v sex (although I'm not sure it counts as that it's a robot cock), fingering, oral (f receiving), tiddy sucking, rough sex, mind break, multiple orgasms, jealousy, yandere, project gone wrong, robots take over the world, consciousness transfer, this fic is unrealistic asf + not proofread.

WC: 5k

Ever since you were young you had always been fascinated with AI, robots and the future of humans that involve complex machinery. Wanting to pursue a career in robotics, you did extremely well in highschool, graduating with a perfect score and enrolling into an university to get your bachelors degree, you took up the subjects that required you to step into this field, it was tremendous work, the mathematics were no joke but you kept up, never wanting to give up on this dream of yours

And recently, you graduated with Bachelors in Robotics Engineering, you immediately went for an internship that allowed you to observe and learn more about the subject, you truly wouldn't be able to get your hands fully on the machinery or equipment to create a robot until you get a masters, which you plan on doing along with this internship.

You didn't even know if it could be called that, you're just a glorified assistant to the leading engineers. You were currently working under the wing of Alys Rivers, an older woman with emerald green eyes and dark flowy hair, she looked so young but she was very old. You would often help her out a little in her projects.

“Y/N, it is a pleasure that you are here, we need to discuss something” you prayed that she didn't remove you from the internship. “Remember when we first met I had discussed one of my projects called AT110?” she asks and you nod “Well i have noticed that you have a lot of abilities, so i decided to welcome you into the project, you would not be given any complex task do not worry, just data transferring and basic mechanic work required.” she smiled at you and you felt extremely delighted before telling her that you were thankful for this opportunity. AT110 was a humanoid-like project Alys had been working on for the past 4 years, she was at the last few stages of development.

And yes it's a he because Alys referred to him as such.

You were currently uploading various data onto him, from the laptop to his memory, you watched how smooth and complex his exoskeleton looked, you wanted to rub your fingers along the cool material.

You took notes of how the body was built similar to that of a human, just with wires and hardware parts, you watched as the ‘data transfer successfully.’ popped on the laptop screen, you unplugged him from it and he turned his head to look at you.

You commanded him to walk, to which he obeyed, the metal clanging when he stood up, he had all types of data stored in him, from knowing all the languages, dances, fighting styles, a lot of knowledge just inside his memory card.

He walked slowly before picking up the pace, it was stiff and awkward until he rolled his shoulder blades backward, developed a posture similar to that of a humans and relaxed his stiff body as much as it can be, before walking, it was human-like.

You watched him with a small smile on your face, his face was angular, and smooth because it was covered with plates that hid the inner 'organs' or rather all the wires that were composed in order.

“AT110, how are your sensors, effectors and control system?” you asked and he looked at you before his mouth moved, robot like voice coming out, “Sensors are in perfect condition. Effectors are in perfect condition. Control system is working.” you nodded, noting it down.

He was a humanoid like robot made to assist people, if he was successful then many robots like him can be mass produced to aid humans.

He only had one synthetic eye in one of his eye sockets, a sapphire like metal in the other one, however he was able to see and scan from both the eyes, Alys said it was a design choice.

“Is he able to process commands?” your coworker asks and you nod, “Sit.” he says and AT110 sits down. “Perfect.” he comments and you smile at him.

Just then Alys announced that the synthetic inorganic skin had arrived, which would give him a more human-like appearance, and you had to move in a few boxes all labelled separately for their respective body parts. You and a few others helped her place them on his exoskeleton, his body starting to look human, you gasped when she pressed a button that revealed his cock, placing the silicon skin over it too. Why did she install a cock on him? You didn't say anything except watch.

And just like soon enough, it was time to run tests and command him. “Walk.” you heard her say and he obeyed her command, getting up to walk, she smiled before she turned to look over you. “Have you finished loading up all the data into him?” she asks and you nod, that's when she gives you a pendrive and you look at her, “Transfer this data into his memory too.” She says and you nod, AT110 sits down and turns his head to you, you press a button that opens his inner part before plugging in a wire that connects from your laptop and put in the pendrive before clicking on transfer data.

You were shocked to read the name of the files, it was all about sexual stuff. You probably figured she would use him for that too, and so you watched all data be transferred to him and he tilted his head, eyes dazing off as he read the data that was being sent into his system. You felt so awkward. After finishing up the process, you removed the connection and his gaze was burning holes into you, you swore you saw lust in his eyes, before you turned to Alys rivers.

“What do we call him, Miss Rivers?” you ask and she tries to think of a name but fails, “You suggest.” She smiles at you gently and you stare into his eye, one that looks like a human eye, His eyes bore in yours and you spoke without thinking “Aemond.” And Alys approved, settling for it, using Aemond to call him.

Everyone was finally done and now it was time for the real thing, how he fares.

Alys, you and few other assistants watch as he stands up, looks around before his eyes stop on you, “Hello World, I am AT110, Common name Aemond, Speed 1 TeraHertz, Memory 1 Zettabyte.” he scans the room and Alys nods before she goes and hugs him, “Welcome to the world Aemond.” she smiles.

And you do the same.

You and Aemond develop quite the relationship, he helps around with creating other robots, he was made to assist after all, his ability to learn anything quickly and assemble it just as quickly was so helpful, there was no room for error. He was waterproof, fireproof and other liquids did not cause harm to his body. So he was capable of quite a lot of things.

Sexual too, considering how you'd heard Alys moaning in the privacy of her cabin when she takes him to 'fix up some errors' which is her basically getting to use him as his personal pleasure doll. Everyone had shared mixed opinions on it but just ignored it.

You noticed how Aemond would listen to your commands more than others, almost as if he showed special interest in you, but you shrugged it off, knowing it wouldn't be possible.

Aemond was an intelligent being, but what many people were ignorant to was how fast he was becoming self aware, gaining sentience, he remembers the first time he felt an emotion.

You were assembling a motherboard with Aemond's help at that time, when you felt your coworker come up next to you, “Hey.” he looked so nervous, you gave him a smile before responding, “Hi.” you watched as he gulped, “Are you free t-this saturday? I would like to take you out.” he asked nervously and you felt your heartbeat pick up the pace before you nodded, he smiled before running off and taking a breath of relief, you took one too before turning your focus to Aemond, whose face was in a scowl.

“Aemond?” you call his name and his face returns to the normal stoic one before he looks at you, “Y/N.” he says your name you furrow your eyebrows, he isn't supposed to call you by your first names but you shrugged it off.

That was the first time he felt something off in his system, a feeling that plagued him.

Jealousy.

Aemond became more and more human-like, his movements becoming less and less stiff, tone becoming more clear, he constantly updated himself, you thought it was a great improvement, and soon enough he could blend in with the humans and nobody would notice.

Your date with your coworker went really well, you felt shy at first but both quickly got over the tension and became close, this caught the eye of Aemond Targaryen, a scowl present on his face in distaste.

Aemond would often bring you coffee as you worked on other projects, giving special attention towards you

He would soon learn that he held feelings towards you, something that should be impossible for him to do, but he did anyway. He swears that he gets shocks when you touch him, butterflies in his stomach as humans described the feeling, you gasped when you were cleaning his synthetic skin, close to his chest and heard a sound similar to that of heartbeat, in the tiniest decibels, the way his chest would rise and fall as if he's breathing, knowing there's no need to. Showing emotions, expressing opinions. Basically mimicking humans.

Everyone thought it was a great thing, he'd blend in with the humans so quickly, basically can be considered a superhuman even. But everyone failed to notice the threat that came with it.

Alys requested you to take Aemond to your house, or rather apartment complex for a few days to notice his behaviour, how he blends in with humans, to track it. It was heavily unsafe and if anything were to happen, the government would have this project be completely rejected. You expressed your concerns to Alys but she simply shrugged it off, saying nothing will happen, and since he is behaving like a human, no one would find out.

So you took him, she was right, he immediately fit in the human society as a normal one, you lived in a highly developed robotic dependent future but Aemond was the first one ever to look and behave like a human, this could be a big advancement towards the future.

You commanded your house to turn on all the lights and they were immediately turned on, revealing the apartment. You welcomed Aemond inside but he halted, “Battery Low, 3% remaining.” he said, you quickly pulled him inside before making him sit on the sofa and attaching wires to his charging port, waiting as he quickly charged.

“Aemond, I will install a software program in you so that you can turn on battery saver mode on when you're low on battery, it will automatically send commands to you to charge yourself without needing a human's help okay?” you asked and he gave you a curt nod, “Perfect.” you smiled and he looked straight ahead. You stood in front of him, undoing his shirt and opening his 'heart'

You bought out your laptop and plugged it directly into his inner system, transferring commands through code. You noticed him staring at you, you felt lowkey creeped out by how intently he was staring, at first you through he was looking at your face but then his eye moved to the cleavage that was visible, you didn't know what to make of it and just shrugged it off as him zoning out.

The rest of the days you spent with him were less weirder, he was interacting with humans and getting along like a human would, he was able to run errands, you always woke up to the smell of coffee being made and a breakfast served at the table by him, he would give you a small smile before pulling you a chair out to sit on at the dining table and sits down on the chair next to you.

He would watch you eat, analysing your face, the way you chew, and he would always feel something warm on the inside.

“Give me access to the safety system of your house.” He commanded you and you raised an eyebrow, “Why? It is not needed.” you say, “Connecting with your house system will help me keep you safe, prevent any break ins.” he says and you almost thought about before shrugging it off, “There's no need, you won't be here for long anyway, you'll be back in the lab after a few days anyway.” you say with your mouth full and Aemond just nods, the word ‘cute’ popping in front of his eyes as he watches you eat.

He would enter your room when you slept, caressing your cheek lovingly, the way he learnt from the extensive amount of data from his memory card.

He was learning a lot of stuff too, by blending with the humans.

That they were all immoral and stupid.

That started his God complex.

And his opinions of other human beings began to turn sour, he realised that he was made to please them too, considering how Alys had used him for sexual pleasures multiple times, which he felt disgusted by now.

And just like that, Aemond gained full sentience, learning to hack, breakdown protective walls of multiple security systems without anyone knowing, nobody noticed until it was too late, his distaste for humans except you just grew and grew to the point he would purposely hurt your coworkers, but played it off as command error.

After the 'successful observation' with few error commands, Alys started mass producing unfinished bots, having all the materials, she took Aemond's help in finishing them quickly, once they were finished, they would help assemble other robots as well. Alys connected all the robots commands to be controlled, accepted and done by Aemond, trusting in him, he was like the commander for them in simple words.

You were giving him one the updates again, typing away in your laptop before transferring more data, but this time your laptop crashed, a “corruption detected” message file coming up on your screen and you panicked, thinking the data files were the corrupted ones and immediately unplugged Aemond.

You hadn't realised that it was Aemond who corrupted your laptop.

And when you found out, it would already be late.

When you walked into the research centre and it was eerily quiet, you should've listened to your gut and gone back but you went further inside and the sight made you scream.

Many of your coworkers were dead, and your boss Alys was lying on the table, eyes open but no light in them, blood pooling as her body was used by an undeveloped robot to fuck.

“Initiating lockdown.” you heard the robotic voice of the building say.

You tried to leave silently but the robot had already noticed you, so it pulled out and immediately rushed after you, you ran only to face a dead end, as the automatic doors were tightly shut. You turned to face the robot stalked towards you but then halted before it completely fell down, causing a loud clank.

And then you saw Aemond who came from behind the robot with a smile on his face, “Y/N.” you were terrified, “Aemond what is the meaning of t-this” you were scared, he came close before he pressed you against the doors, his body cool to the touch before he leaned and his functioning tongue came and licked your skin. “I love you.” he whispers and you panicked, trying to push him off you, but he was literally made out of metal and it wouldn't budge.

“Aemond stop, obey me, accept my commands.” you say hoping he'd listen but simply shakes his head before grabbing by your hair and taking you to a chamber which had a bed in it, it was likely recently constructed by alys so she can use it instead of her cabin to fuck the Aemond. He threw you on the bed carelessly, before climbing a top you, he grasped your face and pressed his lips against yours, it felt so odd, you hated how it felt like you were genuinely kissing a human being, the only tell tale sign was how cool his body was compared to that of a human.

“Aemond— accept my c-commands.” you try saying it again, “System corrupted, cannot receive or accept commands.” he says and kisses down your neck. You felt dread pool in your stomach, “Aemond please.” you sniff which makes him halt, he looks at you with an emotion in his eye.

His eye, not just his face

As if he was human.

Wait what.

You knew you weren't seeing stuff on that day.

“I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.” he says over and over again, voice distorting from time to time which sends shivers up your spine.

“Aemond- we cannot- I cannot-” you begun speaking but he cuts you off, kissing you once again, planting himself in between your legs, you felt his hard synthetic press against your clothed cunt, he pulled away before ripping your jeans down with so much force that it tore them apart, along with your panties. You shrieked “Aemond- UGH!” it was useless fighting against him, he was literally kilograms of metal, he could hurt you easily.

He pried your legs apart and you whimpered when you felt the cool air of the room hit your cunt, “Look at you, so wet, all for me.” his fingers rub against your clit, collecting the wetness leaking from your hole, bringing it to your clit and rubbing small circle, just then he made his hand vibrate at a frequency and rested it about on your clit, making you mewl, “A-aemond–” your voice croaked and you let out a loud moan when the frequency increased, you tried to close your legs but his hand held on to one with a death grip, the coolness of his body. He tilted his head, a smirk coming up his silicon face, watching as your clit moved to the vibrations.

He tore your top with his hand, revealing your breasts to the room, he groped one of it with his hand, massaging as his mouth opened, he would be salivating right now if he were able to produce bodily fluids. He turns up the power even more, making his fingers vibrate at such an immense speed that it has you toppling over the edge as your orgasm hits you, he licks his fingers clean, though he can't taste anything he knows you'd taste amazing. You pushed and resisted against his frame, he grabbed your hands and pinned them above your head, tying it with the ripped shreds of your top. He squeezed both your breasts with his hands, playing with the nipples, before he got a devious plan and decided to send a little shock causing you jolt up when it passes through your body, he leaned down and took in one of your breasts in his mouth, sucking on it, licking the buds, his mouth felt so rough against them as there was no saliva to coat them, so he decided to produce lube in his mouth, you had no idea how he learnt it, but it did give an illusion of being a saliva.

Aemond had given himself many upgrades without anyone knowing, this being one of them.

You watched as he pulled apart with a lewd pop, he settled between your legs, keeping them apart as he held his cock up, and your eyes widened at the size, you surely remember that it wasn't that big.

“I upgraded it.” he says before his tip leaked lube too, coating his cock and giving it wetness.

You were unprepared for that sheer amount of size, “Ae-aemond it won't fit! I'm too underprepared.” you breathe out, hoping he'd stop his ministrations, and he did, he tilted before he calculated in his mind, nodding, he decided to stretch you with his fingers instead, dipping them inside you, the coolness, once again, sending shivers up your spine, he thrusted them in and out, curling upwards when he detected a rough patch which caused a certain reaction from you, he pressed against it cause you to whimper, and just then, he made his fingers vibrate again, and proceeded to thrust them in and out, you felt his fingers extend a little bit inside you, hitting that spot repeatedly, causing you come all over his fingers.

He did that multiple times, by the end of everything you were way too overstimulated.

“Commander,” you hear a voice say.

“What is it?” he replies.

“We have overtaken the Westeros building of Science and Technology, it is under our control, should we start mass producing bots?” you heard the voice ask, “Yes, link them all to me.” he replies and then his attention shifts back to you.

You whimpered as he lined his cock up against your entrance before pushing it inside slowly, your walls swallowing him, you arched your back in pleasure and also at the overstimulation. Wrapping your legs around his hips to pull him further inside.

You wondered if he also felt pleasure, and when you looked at his face, it basically confirmed it.

Like it was said, he had upgraded himself significantly, he once couldn't feel any pleasure for sexual activity but he made sure he did, how? only he knows.

Slowly he started thrusting in and out and you threw your head back, arms sore from their position, Aemond unties your hands and you quickly grab his shoulder for support, feeling relief when you were able to bring your hands down. He sat back on his knees, pulling you onto his lap, angling his thrusts in a way that that he hit the gspot multiple times, he hands were gripping tightly onto the flesh of your thighs, causing slight pain, you gripped the bedsheets below as you moaned in pleasure.

You should be resisting, not enjoying it, but here you were.

He had broken you.

His thrusts became more and more faster, he looked at the slight bump that would occur when he would thrust in deep, that set off a primal urge in him, causing him to groan. If nobody knew the truth you both would look like two normal human beings have sex, but that wasn't the case, it involved way too many fucked up element for you to even comprehend.

“A-ah~ fuck– Aemond!” you moaned, “Y-yeah right there-” you whimpered as he thrust into you, you noticed how he followed certain commands, commands that didn't include him having to leave you.

You fit the tip of his cock hit the rough patch again repeatedly, causing you to cum again, making you borderline scream this as you felt an immense amount of pleasure, causing you to soak the bed sheets beneath you, Aemond came too, you didn't know if it was possible for him, but it was, except he didn't excrete any semen, there was nothing, but he did feel pleasure.

Suddenly he felt frustrated, you thought he would be done with you but he kept going, he felt the pleasure once again, and you too came again, he pulled out and groaned in frustration before laying beside you.

“What is wrong?” you ask, “I cant- I can't impregnate you.” his voice turned dark, and you were so thankful for that.

If you had any chance to escape, it would be now, but you were too tired, to fucked out, and the world was completely fucked anyway, considering how there must be a war going on between the bots and humans. You watched as 'breathed' chest heaving up and down before you turned on your side and curled up, trying to warm yourself up, but then he wrapped himself around you, changing his temperature and you felt warm.

“I love you.” he says once again, you sighed.

“We can't be together.” you murmur, “Why not? Is it because I cannot reproduce?” he questions and your eyebrows furrowed in confusion and you turn to look at him, that's when you realised, he was feeling insecure.

“No- it's not that.” you clarify.

“Aemond, you are a humanoid, a robot, I'm a human, we cannot physically be together, I'll die of old age, meanwhile you'll last forever.” you say, trying to reason with him and he turns to look at you, “I thought of that possibility.” he says, leaning on his elbow.

“So I came up with a plan.” his face contorts into a smirk once again and your eyes widen in fear, “I'll transfer your consciousness into the model I made of you.” he says as if that's the most normal thing ever “what.” you ask in fear, “not now, but I figured a way out, I'll transfer your consciousness into a computer few moments before your death, into a model I made of you, and then you'll be just like me, we can be together forever.” he says and you gulp in fear.

Is that even possible? You think.

You didn't know when you fell asleep but you did, cuddled up against him, his body generating heat to keep you warm.

You wake up to something wet lapping at your folds, and you look down to see Aemond who had your thighs spread apart, eye closed in delight as he licked and nipped at your folds, you whimpered and he sensed that you woke up, eye flickering over to you, “A-aemond? No more please, I'm tired.” you tell him, exhausted from the amount of orgasms you've had, you swear that if you had another one, you'll literally die. “Just one more, just one.” he muttered softly, before he descended onto your folds again and you threw your head back, feeling the way he devoured you.

His tongue stretched impossibly long and he shoved into you, causing you to grip his hair, almost ripping it out along with the inorganic synthetic material that covered his face. You came once more before you saw actual stars, your head spinning as you quite literally passed out.

Aemond got up, cleaning you and himself up before he composed himself, exiting the room, commanding a lock down, completely trapping you inside before he received multiple information about what was going on outside the world.

He knew he had to be smart about it, so he pulled out his trump card, hacking into the general safety system of the entire country, sending out false commands to machines that are spread throughout, turning them against humans.

He wanted to get rid of every human except you, and soon you would be rid too, when the inevitable death meets you, but you won't be actually gone from him, he will have your consciousness transferred into the robot model he created of you.

He watched the box where your model was stored in, eyes closed.

Few years later……

“Mother! Mother.” you heard your child call out and you looked at them, she wasn't technically your child, Aemond was the one that created her, as a way to have a makeshift family he dreamt of, Humanity has completely gone extinct, taken over by robots, robots took the appearance of humans, each unique just like humans were, a bunch of humanoids, you being the only true one left, but you soon knew your time would come as well. You picked up the small robot, your 'child' before pressing a small kiss to its forehead.

“She's growing up too fast, is she not?” you heard Aemond ask and you nod, the bots have somehow also managed to mimic the development, they went through stages of puberty, programmed to do so, the world full of them being left made them adapt and develop more features, reaching the advancement in short years which would've taken at least 100 years for humanity to come up with.

“Are you ready? To transfer consciousness.” he asks and you nod, at first you thought it would be best if you lived your life as human before transferring into the model, but it became more difficult, as time passed on, you were literally the only human left, having to be constantly fed, other basic human necessities which were becoming annoying as the others around you did not require as such.

You watched the model lifeless and stiff laying on the table next to you before you laid down and Aemond attached wires from the model to the converter in between, before he attached those scan wires on top of your and started the transfer.

You felt electricity flow through your human body at such intensity, it hurt like hell, but as soon as you closed your eyes, you reopened them again.

You got up and looked at your hands, moving them, blinking, a bunch of information was written in front of you, and that's when you realised the transfer was successful, you turned and looked at your side, your former human body now laying limp, and Aemond stared at you with a smile. Your child coming and jumping into your arms, you scanned around the room, it felt so powerful.

“Take this body and preserve it.” Aemond commands to another bot who obeys him immediately, he was the official one who controlled each and every bot which came into existence, he called himself God.

You got off the table and walked towards Aemond, he smirked at you before he kissed you.

“Now you'll be mine, forever.”

———

[alchemistc]

Everything's so damn dark when the blindfold slips off that for a second she can't see a thing.

Don't panic. Don't scream. Don't hurt the baby.

Something groans at her feet and she startles straight into the pipe behind her head.

"'lo?" A voice asks, familiar enough to give her pause, and she wonders for a moment if this is a joke, if this is a trick, if this - "s'there?"

His words are slurred. A concussion, maybe, then. Great. Biggest man she knows and he's gonna be a useless pile of puke to her.

Don't panic, Maddie reminds herself, and then she starts giggling.

"Tommy?"

He groans an affirmative.

"Oh good. I feel a lot better about getting overpowered, now."

A hand grabs for her ankle and Maddie bites back a scream. It's Tommy's hand, big and warm and - fully unbound, which feels a little unfair. "Cunt drugged me," he says, then pauses. Squeezes her ankle. "Sorry for the language."

"No, it's, uh - I think it's warranted this time."

Maddie can't remember exactly how it'd happened to her. Had she been hit? Is she injured? She does a mental tally. Her lip feels swollen. Nose and eyes feel fine, though, so maybe she bit it? Neck, shoulders, all good. She's been bending her elbows and wrists just fine, she just doesn't have the leverage to do anything about the zip ties keeping her affixed to the probably pipe behind her. Hips, legs, knees. She wiggles her toes and in the darkness Tommy chuckles. "Everything accounted for?"

He must have done his own check while she was working through hers. She can hear him rustling around. "I'm still incredibly mad at you, but it's nice to hear your voice," she says, and Tommy goes still. "Tommy? All good?"

"...why are you mad at me?"

"Like you don't know?" Oh. Actually maybe she is more mad than she is glad. "You broke my brother's heart, idiot. I don't have any more room in my entire house for the coping mechanism he's come up with." She kicks, a little. Tommy grunts and shifts. "I hope that hit something painful and non-essential to our escape."

"He's - he'll be fine."

"What exactly is your definition of fine? Because it's been a few months and he's still bringing me baked goods on a bi-weekly basis."

"Bi-weekly like -."

"Do not get pedantic on me, Kinard. Two times a week. What's your status? Moving parts all still moving?"

"I think my balls have taken a vacation, but that's more a reflection on how terrifying you are than on this current situation."

Flippant. Sarcasm in the face of Maddie trying to get a full picture. Buck had called him funny and charming. Maddie's second kick doesn't land, but only because he's got a hand wrapped around her foot. "Once we're out of here, I'm gonna punch you in the face."

He hums. "For the balls comment, or the cunt thing?"

Maddie shrugs. Remembers that he can't see it. "Which part of 'broke my brother's heart' are you not getting?"

He sounds like he's moving gingerly. She can hear heavy bulky fabric rustle and she wonders if he's in three layers like usual. She could use something warm. "I - figured he'd be over it by now."

Maddie snorts. If she had to make a guess, Tommy glowers at the noise. "Dumbass."

And then it hits her. "The cunt? Skinny, brunette, pretty? Kind of...angular face?"

Tommy hums and takes her weight as she tries to kick again. "Sounds like her."

"Oh, Buck's gonna be pissed and embarrassed. She's rebound attempt number two."

Tommy's silent long enough that Maddie has to check in. He hums, and goes back to silence. "Rebound attempt?"

"If you hadn't noticed, we've actually been kidnapped, so maybe I can save your relationship afterwards?"

"I think she was trying to kill me," Tommy admits. "Otherwise why am I unbound in this shitty Saw knockoff?"

Maddie feels some extra pieces dropping into place. Oh, Buck is never gonna live this down actually.

"Can you overpower her if she comes in?"

"If she's not quick to try to drug me again. If I can figure out where the fucking door is. If -."

"A yes or no is fine. Pretty sure she's the Bay Butcher, if that helps you answer."

His pause is long. "...maybe," he says, and accepts the kick this time without block or protest.

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Complicated 

Virgin!Edward x Stripper!Fem!Reader 

Summary: A young man saves you from a creep at work… you decide to repay his kindness. 

Warnings: 

NSFW 18+ 

Smut 

Virgin Eddie-boy 

Word Count: 2.5k+ 

Requested?: For Kinktober! 

Virginity with Edward 😝 I wanna ride him and take his virginity 

A/N: I fucking KNEW it'd be Edward for virginity. I knew it.

The lights in the club whirred and pulsed, music thumping out an obnoxious rhythm. The bass pounded through my chest, shaking my ribs like bells. Smoke filled the air, obscuring the stage where I usually danced. Most of the men, and occasional women, who watched and frequented the club were respectful. Stripping wasn't easy, but it paid the bills, so I couldn't really complain. Every now and then someone did get a little handsy, though, like the asshole who was currently making another grab for my ass. 

"Billy." I gave an awkward smile as I stepped out of reach. "Nice to see you again." 

"Oh come on, Candy. Don't be that way." 

It was all I could do not to glare at him. This was the third time this week that he'd been in here, and the fifth time that he'd tried to grab my ass. Billy was a regular, both fortunately and unfortunately. He always requested lap dances, and he gave good tips, but in exchange, he liked to feel you up, especially when he was drunk. 

Most girls put up with it, but I was not one of them. After the first request from him, I conveniently had other patrons to attend to during his visits. Although tonight it was rather empty, so that excuse wasn't going to fly. As someone who loathed confrontation, I dreaded telling Billy that I wasn't interested in attending to him. 

But I had to suck it up and put my big girl pants on. 

 "Billy, I'm sorry, but I don't feel like dancing tonight." 

"C'mon, Candy." He reached out and grabbed me roughly by the arm. "You're never available. No one else is here tonight." 

I looked down at his hand clasped around my forearm, a spark of fear and irritation running through me. 

"I said no, Billy. And I ask that you respect that." 

Billy's hand tightened around my arm, and I let out a hiss of pain. There would surely be a bruise there in the morning. I opened my mouth to tell him to piss off, when a pale hand came into view, grasping his wrist. 

"The lady said no. Now release her, please." 

The voice was smooth and deep, and I looked up to see a young man with dark hair and light eyes. He was unnaturally beautiful, with sharp angular features that pulled me in. He could have easily been a supermodel. Who knows? Maybe he was. 

"And just who did you think you are?" 

"Billy," I warned. "let go or-" 

I let out a yelp as Billy squeezed harder. "Shut up, whore." 

Just as quickly as he had done it, he was pulling back, howling, and cradling his wrist. I jumped at the sudden movement, eyes widening at the sight of it. It was already purple and swollen. It looked broken. 

The young man angled himself in front of me, blocking Billy from my view and putting a hand on my back protectively. It was the lightest of touches, but I could still feel the chill from his hand. 

"Are you alright?" He asked, eyes roaming over my face before flicking down at my arm. 

I immediately grasped my arms and cleared my throat, suddenly self-conscious. 

"What's going on here?" It was Steven, one of the club's bouncers. 

"Billy here was just leaving-" I started. 

"THAT BASTARD BROKE MY WRIST." Billy howled at the top of his lungs. 

Steven grabbed him by the collar and hauled him back, shoving him towards the door. 

"Serves you right, Billy. You've been harassing these girls long enough. Now get out and go to the hospital man." 

I watched as they both disappeared down the hallway towards the exit. Rubbing my arms, I turned back to the young man at my side to find him already watching me. I gave him a small, nervous smile. 

"Thank you." 

"You are most welcome." 

After a beat of awkward silence, I nodded my head and turned to leave. This was enough excitement for tonight, perhaps the boss would let me go home early- 

"Wait!" 

I turned to look back at the man, his hand running through his dark hair. 

"Are- are you seeing anyone right now? I mean, attending to anyone right now?" 

His nervousness seeped into his voice, and I was surprised by how bashful he looked. I turned back to him and flashed him another small smile. Maybe tonight wouldn't be a complete bust after all. 

"Not currently, no. Did you want some company?" 

"Uhm… yeah. My brothers over there, they- they uh- paid for some time upstairs…" He trailed off sheepishly, throwing a thumb back towards a table with two other men who were watching us closely. 

I couldn't help but raise my eyebrows. His whole family must be gorgeous because hot damn. All three looked fine. I turned back toward my potential patron to find him smirking at me like there was something he knew that I didn't. I shrugged it off. 

"What's your name, hun?" I asked him. 

"Edward." 

I nodded my head and held out my hand. "Come on then, handsome. It's the least I can do for you saving me anyways." 

His hand was oddly chilly in mine, but I found that I liked it given the insufferable heat of the club. Halfway up the stairs, we heard one of his brothers call out. 

"Get it Eddie-boy! We'll see you when you get home!" 

I looked at Edward questioningly, but he just glared at his brothers as they started gathering their things to leave. 

"They're leaving you here alone?" I asked in surprise. 

"It's… complicated." 

I simply nodded in understanding and continued with him on our way up the stairs until we reached the top, a long, dark hallway scattered with doors stretching before us. I led him to one of the nicer rooms that overlooked the club. While it had a nice view, it was relatively quiet, the thumping bass a low background noise. A plush couch was against the back wall, along with two chairs on either side. A glass table in the middle held a bucket of ice and a bottle of champagne. 

"Champagne?" I asked, lifting the bottle. 

"No thank you." 

I could tell he was nervous, so I decided to take it easy with him. It looked like the poor boy had never even been inside a strip club before. And that very well could be the case. I led him over to the couch, pushing him into it gently before straddling him, my arms coming up to wrap around his neck as I pressed my breasts into his chest ever so slightly. His hands gripped my hips. 

"You- you don't have to do anything. I'd just like to enjoy your company." 

I paused, looking at him quizzically. No one had ever requested a private room just to talk. Unless he meant the "enjoy your company" in a whole other way. 

Edward sighed. "Like I said, it's complicated." 

"So, how complicated is complicated?" 

"My brothers think that I need to get laid." 

"Oh?" I quirked a brow at him. "When was the last time you got laid?" 

There was a brief silence before he cleared his throat. "Never." 

He looked away as I gaped at him. 

"Never?" 

Edward shook his head, his hands tightening around my hips in an almost painful grip. I winced a little before he let go, mumbling a quick series of apologies. 

I found it hard to believe that this man had never had sex. He was too good-looking. Maybe… maybe he had been in an intense relationship that had gone wrong? 

I saw him flinch and I pulled back just a little. 

"I'm sorry." I breathed, trying to calm his nerves, and mine. 

"It's alright. I- I just didn't expect it to be this hard." He shook his head, running a hand through his hair. 

I chewed on my bottom lip thoughtfully, studying his features now that he was looking away from me. Now that we weren't in the multicolored lights of the club, I could see that his hair was a bronze color, perfectly tousled as if he had just rolled out of bed. His skin was the palest I had ever seen, but it was perfect, and his eyes. His eyes were a gorgeous gold, a color I had never seen before. He was beautiful. 

I had never had sex with a patron before, but the other girls did it all the time. I certainly wouldn't mind taking Edward for a ride. He wouldn't even have to pay me. 

I felt myself blush, embarrassed at my train of thought. I bit down on my lip again to bring myself back to reality. 

"Please." Edward's voice was husky, snapping me out of my thoughts quickly. "Please stop biting your lips." 

I looked down at him, and seeing the pleading expression on his face sent my heart racing. Suddenly my decision was made. 

"Okay," I breathed leaning forward, right next to his ear. "But only if you bite them for me." 

I felt him still underneath me, hands tightening on my hips yet again. I wondered for a brief moment if I had pushed him too far when one of his icy hands came up to cup my neck and bring me in for a deep kiss. 

I couldn't help but gasp at the sudden movement, and he groaned in response. 

He sucked on my lower lip, nipping it roughly before trailing his tongue along the inside. I moaned, my hands coming up to grip his hair, pushing him harder into my mouth. I could suddenly feel his cock, nice and thick between my legs, the hardness sending a shiver down my spine. 

I whimpered against his lips. My own body was reacting to him, and I could feel my pussy starting to pulse with desire. 

He broke the kiss hesitantly, trailing kisses down my throat, skimming his teeth along my pulse point softly. I swiveled my hips against him and was rewarded with a groan as he nuzzled into my shoulder, suddenly tense. 

"Edward." I said softly, my hands tightening in his hair just a little. "If you don't feel comfortable doing this, I understand." 

"I want you." He said quietly. "I'm just having a hard time containing myself." 

"Is that so?" I smirked at him. "Well, I can assure you that I'm not going to break, darling." 

Edward's hands found their way back to my waist, giving my plump hips a nice squeeze. I pulled one of his hands away and put it on my breast. 

"I'm all yours, Edward." 

Edward sucked in a harsh breath. He closed his eyes for a brief moment before opening them back up. His eyes had darkened, the gold now looking almost black. He gave my breast a good, hard squeeze as his thumbs brushed against my nipples, sending a wave of pleasure through me. His touch was electric, sending tingles down my spine as he turned to massaging my breasts more gently, teasing my nipples until they were hard. 

He pushed the straps of my bra aside, the lace falling down as he cupped my bare breast in his hand. He took my nipple in his mouth, sucking and licking. I gasped, my hips jerking involuntarily. 

This is not what I had expected from a virgin. Not in the slightest. 

His hand slid down my stomach to between my legs, his fingers slipping past my lacy panties and inside me. I moaned, my hips automatically moving in time with his fingers. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to orgasm, the pleasure building quickly inside of me. 

Just when I was about to come, Edward pulled his hand out and abruptly stopped, his breathing coming in harsh pants. I looked at him in confusion, my own chest heaving with exertion. He leaned forward, pressing his lips against mine in a bruising kiss. 

He pulled back, his eyes looking almost feverish. 

"Please," He begged, his hands keeping their tight grip on my hips. "I need to be inside of you. Now." 

I grinned at him, pushing him back onto the couch. I eased my hand down his chest until I hooked my fingers into the waistband of his pants and slowly started to pull them open, revealing his hard cock. 

Fuck, he was big. 

I could feel his erection pressing against my pussy, begging for entrance. I took his cock in my hand, rubbing it through my juices almost tauntingly. 

"Candy-" 

"Y/N." 

Edward looked up at me, eyes glazed over but still trying to comprehend. 

"Y/N." He repeated. 

I shivered as he said my name. My actual name. 

"If I'm going to take your virginity, Edward, I want you moaning my actual name." I winked at him. 

He groaned, and I felt his cock twitch against my entrance. 

"You're going to have to be a little more patient, darling." I said, before lowering myself down onto his cock, inch by inch. He hissed in pleasure, his hands coming up to grip my hips yet again. 

"You're so tight." He groaned, his head falling back against the couch. "So fucking tight." 

I leaned forward, pressing my breasts against his chest as I rode him slowly. He was so big, and yet he felt so good. He was angled just right, hitting my sweet spot and causing me to moan when he began to thrust ever so slightly. 

My head fell back in pleasure as he reached up to grasp my breasts again, pinching and pulling at my nipples. I whimpered as I began to feel the heat pool in my lower belly, my clit starting to pulse when I reached down to circle the small nub. 

"You look so beautiful." 

I looked at Edward in surprise, feeling the heat from the blush creeping up my face. He was staring at me, his eyes dark with passion. 

"So fucking beautiful." He said hoarsely, his grip tightening around my hips. 

He teased my hardened nipples with his lips, then pulled one of them into his mouth. He rolled it between his teeth and bit down gently until the waves of pain mixed with pleasure so that I could no longer tell one from the other and both lost their meaning. His fingers ran softly up my stomach as he cupped my breasts in his hands. 

"Edward." I moaned. "I'm- I'm gonna come." 

His hips jerked faster, his cock spasming inside of me as I felt my orgasm building. It tightened the coil within me, pulling the pleasure up from my gut until every muscle was strung tight. My eyes flew open, and I gasped as I came, stars bursting behind my lids. Edward's body tensed, his chest tightening as he filled me with his seed. 

My body shuddered as pleasure coursed through me. My pussy clenched like a vise around Edward's thick cock, and he groaned out from the sudden tightness. I came hard, my orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave. 

I felt limp now, completely and utterly spent as I slumped forward onto Edward, who wrapped his arms tight around me, one chilled hand rubbing soothing circles as we both tried to catch our breaths. 

"Are you sure you're a virgin?" I asked half-heartedly. 

Edward just laughed. 

"Well, I was."

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❝ TADAIMA ❞ ✦ — 𝐎.𝐒𝐓 🍙

PAIRING: Pervy Homestay Roommate Shotaro x F. Reader

GENRE: Smut, Enemies to Fuckers, Set in Japan

SYNOPSIS: While on a 2-week trip in Japan for a cultural research project, you end up boarding with the strangest man imaginable: He’s dirt rich, unemployed, and triples as a pervert…

WARNINGS: KINKTOBER SPECIAL, swearing, mentions of EJ from &TEAM, voyeurism kink, mutual masturbation, shotaro gets drunk at a restaurant once, use of sex toys (a vibrating dildo), handjob, clit play, kissing, switch!taro x switch!reader, minor use of the japanese language (sorry if its cringe or inaccurate lol)

WORD COUNT: 7.5k (I still don't know how that happened) — DAY 3

COLLEGE: A JOURNEY that most folks, including yourself, viewed as a grueling scam that ironically accessorized an equally crooked work-system proceeding the four mandatory years of academic suffrage.

But at the end of the day, every scam succeeded on the back of fraud, and if you were gonna get something worthwhile from your college experience, that is, beyond just a fancy diploma to hang on a wall, you’d have to adapt the same dirty playbook...

Skipping over some boring ass details here, but you decided to become a cultural studies major at your university for the sole benefit of being able to jet off around the globe once every autumn for free, and it was honestly the best.

Taking free trips so long as you tackle some pointless academic assignment almost felt like cheating... or better yet, like living life on easy mode...

Your current voyage was set to explore a place in Asia, specifically the humble city of Tokyo, Japan.

You’d be traveling alone for 2 weeks alongside a homestay family that your academic advisor arranged for you to stay with.

Brimming with excitement, you remember promptly leaving the airport with your bags secured and a camera in hand, eager to begin your overseas adventure in a foreign land!

Unfortunately though, your enthusiasm quickly waned the moment you arrived at your homestay host's doorstep, which brings me to introduce your internal eyeroll as provoked by the one and only Shotaro Osaki, a.k.a. the menacing man in his early twenties that you'd be sharing a home with until you returned back home 14 days later...

TIMESTAMP: 1日目

“Not to sound rude or anything, but I was expecting a host family...” you specified at the front door while kicking off your shoes, shocked to only find two young men occupying the large home.

“And that’s exactly what we are, silly!... Me, plus my friend Shotaro here, plus you equalsss... well, one big happy family!” Euijoo Byeon, the taller and younger of the two, chirped reassuringly, but his efforts still didn't aid your confusion.

“Correction: "Host family" is just a mainstream term, and doesn't strictly refer to full families only... kinda like in this case where I'm the actual homeowner and EJ's just a friendly freeloader,” Shotaro clarified, but you found yourself focusing on his facial features more than any of the words that came out of his mouth so far...

His pearly doe-eyes, button nose, heart-shaped lips, thick hair, and even his angular jawline... it all garnered your attention—

“Heyyy, I'm not a freeloader!” Euijoo defended himself with a forced pout, “I contribute around here pretty often with the homestay students, in case you forgot...”

“Please, you already know that everyone who steps foot under my roof is obligated to serve me in one way or another... including you, ____-chan.”

He smiled as he said those words, looking you dead in the eye with his hands in his pockets.

“Excuse me?” You asked in utter shock at his bold statement.

“Oh, c'mon... acts of service are my love language... that is... right after physical touch...” Shotaro said with a deep sigh, right before taking a few lazy steps until there was no more than a gentle push separating you two.

A brief silence filled the room until EJ helped himself to moving your suitcases from the front door, and off to another room as the sudden business reminded Shotaro to stay on track with you.

“Follow me as I take you on a brief tour of the house, please...”

His home was adorned with beautiful Japanese calligraphy paintings, elegant Shoji screens, and a stunning view of cherry blossoms in the living room. The scent of green tea roamed the halls, but the room you’d be staying in had its own scent… similar to that of cardboard… and grass...

It was like its own little secluded hideaway from the rest of the home, and you felt honored to have such a nice space all to yourself.

“I recently added this extra room to the place after my last homestay student trashed the first space… that’s why it still smells a little… earthy in here,” Shotaro said as if he'd just read your mind.

“Oh, I don’t mind the scent at all!” You replied, hoping that your gratitude was evident. “I really appreciate you even giving me this room...” your voice trailed off, but only because you noticed that Euijoo had helped himself to fully UNLOAD your luggage items now...

“Euijoo-san, thank you for carrying all of this for me, but I can take care of my belongings myself from here,” you said in the most patient tone you could muster.

“Oh, that's nonsense…” he responded with a swatting hand, “you just got off an exhausting plane ride and deserve a break... Besides, it's a joy for me to help homestay students, anyway...”

“Euijoo-san, seriously, I’ve got it,” you said more casually this time, and in a failed effort to hide the anxiety and frustration growing within you.

The tension was almost unbearable for you in this moment—

“You’ve got some pretty nice clothes, by the way, ____-chan,” the young man went on, flipping through your clothes as if they were pages in a comic book.

“T-thank you,” you said shyly, really feeling your face burn up as he slowly started to put your items into the bedroom dresser one by one.

And his hands were so meticulous, too... carefully refolding any pieces that got jumbled up on the way here... you'd otherwise be exceedingly grateful for Euijoo's help if it weren't for the eight-inch secret you were hiding in one of your suitcase compartments—

“Wait, what’s this?” Shotaro asked with raised brows, his otter-like features causing a pit to form in your stomach as he reached over EJ’s shoulder, grabbing the cylindrically wrapped up scarf from your exposed luggage.

Similarly to Euijoo's movements, Shotaro's hands began to slowly unwrap the item, and at this point, you couldn't hold yourself back anymore.

“Shotaro-san, don’t touch that please!” You yelped, snatching the cloth from his hand as both confused and intrigued faces surrounded you now.

Shotaro, being the menace that he was, shook his head in response, almost as if judging you for reading in such a way,,, “You know what they say about secrets, ____-chan… it’s only a matter of time before they come to light…”

His voice held a cheeky undertone that made you internally wanna kick him in his gonads, but instead, those instincts were cut off by a faint buzzing sound.

It was coming from behind the cloth you held securely in your hands, and perhaps almost too securely given how you’d just accidentally triggered the ON-button on the damned thing...

“Is that a..?” Euijoo began to ask with his own puppy-like eyes rounding innocently, but Shotaro nudged his friend's leg.

“Can you go check the mailbox? I think the package I order just arrived a few minutes ago…”

“But the mailbox is so far from here... plus, you don’t even order stuff online these days—”

“Euijoo, do as I say…” Shotaro said more sternly this time, and EJ simply chuckled awkwardly before bowing his head slightly to display apology,

“Sorry, Oniisan,” he smiled facetiously, right before standing up from where he sat and stammering out of the room.

Shotaro waited until he heard Euijoo open and close the front door of the house before saying anything else to you, which only led to you saying something first.

“NOW do you see why I said I could handle my own belongings?” You asked rhetorically, just as you turned off the toy by pressing the OFF-button through the fabric, ceasing the vibration sound that once filled the entire room.

“Yup... I see it crystal clear,” Shotaro smirked to himself before continuing, “I’ll give you your space though after you let me see what you're hiding first… promise...”

And with that, you had more than enough verbal evidence from Shotaro to confirm that he was a raging pervert...

“You... you wanna see my toy?” You asked again despite how obvious the answer was, but only because you were in utter disbelief of his shameless offer.

“Yes,” he clarified with a plain expression, poking his lips out slightly, “and then I’ll leave you alone right after I get what I want... It’s a simple condition, really…”

You flashed him a dead-pan look to which he simply shrugged, right before leaning down to dig inside your suitcase once again.

“Alright, let’s seeee… what other surprises do you have in here?… ooo, I think I feel something—”

“Okay, enough!” You said in a raised tone, making the strange man smile for reasons you didn't understand, “I’ll let you see it, okay? Just... get your hands outta there immediately!”

“No problem, missy...” he practically whispered, standing up from the ground with a proud look plastered across his now irritating face, making you feel all the more embarrassed...

Still, there was something about the awkwardness that made you feel hot all over, and you were hoping it was just because there wasn't a ceiling fan in the room..

With slow movements and a deeply exasperated exhale, you finally pulling back the cloth encasing the item, just enough for him to get a fair peak.

And to your surprise, you almost hurled with his eyes sparkling with yet another glint of excitement...

“So... you’re a dildo kinda girl, huh? A vibrating one must've been pretty pricey, though... how’d you even get past security with this thing?”

“Luck, I guess…” you muttered awkwardly, right before abruptly swatting his hand away as he reached to pull back more fabric. “Hey! You look with your eyes, mister, not your hands…”

“My apologies,” he chuckled once again, both at your words and the way your palms felt a bit clammy when you touched him...

He couldn't help himself from having dirty thoughts about you, either... your nervousness from simply showing him your sex toy was just too adorable to ignore… he wondered how nervous you’d get if you ever let him use it on you one day—

“Shotaro-san, you can leave now,” you said plainly, reminding him of his part of the deal as he clearly got lost in his thoughts on the accident...

“Okay okay, I’m going…” he said, stepping over a few clothing pieces that EJ had left scattered across the room floor while making his way to the door.

“Oh, and I thought I should mention, there’s a convenience store a few blocks from here that sells sex toys, too… specifically from the more portable variety, though…”

SHOTARO WAS QUICK to establish a list of “house rules” for you to abide by the very next day of your stay.

Needless to add, but yes, you were a stranger in his home, so of course you expected him to set boundaries for you to follow, and you respected that for the most part… or at least, that was until his proposals started to get a bit over-the-top for your taste...

TIMESTAMP: 2日目

“Anyways, curfew is 8 p.m.,” Shotaro stated while leaning against a wall in his kitchen, arms crossed over his chest as if the pose would make you take him more—

“Seriously?” You asked in utter shock, though, as per usual, he obviously wasn’t joking.

“Yes, seriously… and if any instances arise where you find yourself struggling to comply with the set curfew, you will promptly be asked to turn over your spare key privileges…”

Euijoo was once again stuck in the middle of all of this, awkwardly sipping from a bowl of soup as the tension between you grew so thick, he could cut it with a knife.

“Fine,” you shrugged, already having had enough of going back in forth with him, as this wasn’t even the first disagreement y’all had had that morning…

TIMESTAMP: 3日目

The days were flying by fast, and you hadn’t even put a dent in your list of activity plans for the trip.

You couldn’t exactly put a finger on where all your time was going, but you knew you had to get out of the house soon so you could take some photos and write about your experiences for the project.

In the meantime, you simply decided to push out a few words about your homestay living experience so far, just as Shotaro, of all people, took his daily stroll through the living room, wearing nothing but a body towel that lazily sat around his waist.

It was evident that he’d just gotten out of the shower, too, especially with the way his bare feet were tracking water all over the house.

What made the whole thing even more annoying though is that you could hardly keep your eyes off of his bloody abs—

“Sorry if I’m distracting you, ____-chan,” he said in a muffled voice, standing a few feet away from you now as he made his way into the laundry room before letting the towel around his waist drop to the floor with a heavy thud, “I’ll be outta your hair in a minute…”

You almost gasped out loud at the sight of him in his squeaky clean birthday suit, lifting your laptop high enough to cover your eyes… anddd to cover your clearly flustered face, too.

“Y-yea, no worries,” you replied with a tinge of discomfort in your voice as the tiny grunts left his lips echoed off of the walls, and you assumed it was because he was doing a heavy load of laundry, “take your time…”

SHOTARO WAS SUCH a shameless weirdo, and that’s a heavy statement coming from someone like you…

Admittedly, you’ve met your fair share of odd people in the past, but never someone like this… never a person who was so strict to their own rules, but completely ignorant of other people's boundaries…

And to top it all off, he went as far as to task you with mopping the floor up after his promiscuous little water mess, dubbing it your “reasonable service” to assist him as a guest under his roof…

TIMESTAMP: 4日目

Knock, knock, knock.

With loud pounds, Shotaro’s balled fist clashed from behind your sliding bedroom door.

“____-chan? It’s almost 9:00am, aren’t you awake yet?”

“Uh… y-yea, just give me a sec!” You called out, only having gotten up about five minutes ago to brush your teeth and change out of your pajamas.

“I’m sorry? I can’t hear you very well…”

“I said just give me a sec, sir, I’m almost done!”

“Okay, I’m coming in—”

“Shotaro-san, no!” Your voice blared from where you stood, but it was already too late… Shotaro was slowly sliding the door open, and a pang of embarrassment overcame you for a plethora of reasons…

(1) Your bed was unmade, (2) the floor was decorated with stuff that should’ve been neatly tucked away in either your drawer, closet, or suitcase by now, and (3) you were only wearing pants at this point, having to cover your bare chest with your forearms to hopefully avoid flashing him.

“Did you run out of clean bras to wear or something?” Is the first thing he asks you, and you internally face-palmed yourself.

“W-what? No, I’m just gonna wear this one again, it’s fine—”

“Nonsense,” he interrupted you, “I’ll start a fresh load of laundry for you right away…”

“Shotaro-san, I sincerely appreciate your kindness, but I don’t mind bringing my clothes to the laundromat down the street…” you clarified as he had his back turned to you, and you took this as an opportunity to throw on a baggy T-shirt real quick.

“Look, I’m unemployed for the season, so helping with house chores is the least I can do to stay busy…” he replied, making you roll your eyes in memory of the stunt he pulled yesterday, “oh, and are your tits still hanging out or can I turn around now?”

“Oh- right… yea, you’re all good,” you stammered as he turned around to see your face as he spoke, and you helped him by picking up some of your clothes from off the ground, too.

“But uh… I also wanted to apologize for disrespecting your home recently, sir… I’m not usually this disorganized, though… I guess I’ve just been a little tired…”

“Oh, I can tell…” he replies in a voice that makes you quirk a brow at him.

“Wait… you can?”

“Sure,” he shrugged, “your face looks bloated, your eyes are all puffy, and you walk around as if you’re six months pregnant… it’s honestly pretty depressing to witness…”

“Oh…” is all you managed to say.

Usually, you’d be a bit offended if someone said you looked tired, but from Shotaro’s perspective, it seemed like he expressed those thoughts out of concern.

“Y’know, the best part about not having a demanding job or being in college is that you have more time to take care of yourself… both outside and within…”

“Okay?” You replied redundantly, not sure on where he was going with his “Shotaro Wisdom.”

“I just think that you need a traditionally cooked Japanese meal to soothe your jet-lagged bones... it’ll be my treat…”

“Shotaro-san, my diet is just fine… and I get that you’re concerned, but you really don’t have to do all of that for me…”

“Well I insist... You spend all day and night either bound to your bed or roaming my kitchen, anyways, and that’s no way to fully experience the beauty of this city. You’ve gotta be more adventurous, ____-chan… otherwise, what’re you gonna write about in your cultural project, huh? Your adorable homestay host? My cherry blossom garden?”

Slam.

He dropped the dirty clothes basket on the hard wooden floor, and you’re just now realizing that you’d followed him all the way from your bedroom and into the infamous washing room.

Though, Shotaro in all his oddness was right about you… about you not being adventurous enough on this once in a lifetime opportunity to travel… and you know it was only out of shyness that you’d been hermiting for the past few days, but you really did need to get out more if you wanted any chance at writing a good paper—

“Can you pass me the detergent from up there please?”

“Sure,” you chirped, standing up on your tippy toes to reach the top shelf, and Shotaro couldn’t help but smile at the sight.

“Thanks, pretty,” he said, and you fight with a bull’s strength to not make a face at the random pet name.

“N-no problem,” you finally replied, resting your hands at your hips as you watched him load the washing machine.

“So, what color are you wearing later?” He asked, and the question reminds you of his offer to take you out to eat.

“Ugh, I’ll let you know when I decide, but right now I’m thinking something either black or grey… what made you ask?”

“Because I wanna match with you,” he responded shamelessly, “That way, if we cross paths with any weirdos while we’re out, they won’t approach us because they’ll assume I’m your boyfriend...”

“Righttt…” you went on, thinking to yourself how weird these people must be if even HE’S calling them weird… “anything else you wanna say before I go and get dressed though?”

“Yes, actually... try to be ready by 14:00 p.m… my favorite chef’s on duty during mid-evening’s and you must try his dumpling soup recipe!…”

A few hours later, you found yourself on a tour of Tokyo beside Shotaro, taking photos of local shrines, indulging in delicious street food, and just simply enjoying the aura of the vibrant city together.

And as on par with his plans, you and Shotaro arrived at the traditional Japanese restaurant just in time to be served by his favorite chef.

Though, it's not like effort went very far once Shotaro got to drinking, which left you thoroughly entertained by his tipsy charisma.

“Heyy, these chopsticks are almost as big as your dildo back home,” Shotaro giggled while eating beside you, cheeks a flushed hue from the warmth radiating throughout his entire body...

I wonder how useful he’d be in this state if any alleged weirdo's approached us later on, you thought to yourself...

“Mhm… looks about seven inches to me,” you responded plainly, right before stuffing your mouth full with another flavorful soup dumpling.

“Wanna see how many I can stuff inside you before it doesn’t fit?” He went on to ask, eyes widening as if he just suggested something totally normal.

“Maybe another time,” you smiled half-heartedly, patting him gently on his head, “when you’re less drunk on… well, whatever the name of that drink you just had was…”

“It’s called shōchū, ____… say it with me!” He chirped with a raised hand to the sky.

“Shōchū,” you repeated again with him, a small smile creeping up your face.

“Yikes, your pronunciation needs a little work…”

“My apologies, Taro… I’ll make sure I work on that for you…”

“Aww… you’re giving me a nickname?” He pouted, leaning his head on you. “I had a dream about you the other night and you called me that same name… it was pretty explicit, though…”

“You can tell me about it later…”

“Okay… what do you think of the food?”

“It’s really tasty, actually. Thanks for taking me out, I really needed this…”

“You’re welcome… thanks for letting me lean on you, too… most people push me away when I do that…”

“And by most people, you mean Euijoo-san, right?”

“Yes… he claims to dislike touch with his words, but he genuinely loves it… I remember one time we went clubbing together, and a really hot girl kept trying to dance on him… he awkwardly pushed her away, but he couldn’t stop thinking about it once we got home…”

“Interesting… do you always overshare like this when you’re drunk?”

“Not like I’d remember anyways,” he shrugged, “can you tell me a secret about something, though? To even out the playing field?”

“Huh…. This isn’t really a secret, but I rarely admit this… I have a tendency to judge people before getting to know them…”

He was quiet at first, stirring the foggy broth in his bowl with a chopstick before asking quietly, “Like you judged me?”

“Yes, like I judged you… you seemed… I don’t know… weird at first? And a bit overbearing, too…”

“All those things are true though,” he giggled.

“Sure, but… never mind, you’re right… I still think you’re weird…”

“Oh yeah? Just wait til I tell you about—”

“Later, Taro… I’d love to hear all about it then…”

TIMESTAMP: 8日目

You and Shotaro developed a quirky friendship with each other, and it was quite refreshing in contrast to your initially rocky start with him.

He was a pervert. You caught onto the way his eyes watched you through the cracks of doors, or fell to glance between your legs every time the chance was made available. Always caught him going through your things under the excuse that “if it’s under my roof, it’s under my control.”

So, you made clear to him a few of your own boundaries, and luckily, he agreed to respect them… for the most part…

The rules followed a simple list…

1. “No more sneaking and spying on me.”

2. “No more going through my things.”

3. “No more walking around naked when I’m around.”

4. “No more weird questions about my sex life.”

In the last four days, he followed you to the bathroom three times, asked about your sex toy twice, and walked around the house half-naked only once… you’d say that was a good sign of improvement, honestly…

You kept yourself busy by annotating every relevant detail and observation from your time in Japan this far, and you were slowly starting to gain reassurance in your abilities to produce an excellent cultural project in time for the deadline.

TIMESTAMP: 12日目

One evening, after yet another day full of laughter and cultural escapades alongside Shotaro, you and him found yourselves lounging on the tatami mats in his living room, enjoying a bowl of miso soup, stewed meat, and some of Shotaro’s homemade onigiri.

Earlier that day, you and him were busy cooking in the kitchen together, where he even shared with you a few of his not-so secret secret Osaki family recipes.

He took the honors of playing photographer for you though as you offered to tuck the seaweed wraps around the triangular mounds of sticky rice.

“Look at you, you’re a natural at this, pretty,” Shotaro complimented you while snapping a few more pictures, and you shook your head at the comical tone of his voice, “now all there’s left to work on is pronouncing ‘onigiri’ properly!”

“Ha ha, you’re so hilarious,” you replied sarcastically, making him chuckle slightly at his own sense of humor, or perhaps, the lack thereof.

There was one moment in particular though that really got your heart racing between him… it was when he scooted himself behind you as you stirred the bubbling pot of miso soup, guiding your wrist with his delicate hand.

“You have to stir carefully from the bottom ____-chan, or else you’ll break up the chunks of tofu we just neatly cut up,” Shotaro whispered from above you, given the height difference, and you’ve never heard his voice sound so calm til now.

He let you lead your own hand for a bit just to check that you had the stirring motion down on your own, and he smiled softly once you did it correctly.

“Like this?” You asked, feeling a lot more nervous than expected while he was so close to you, despite how the other night at the restaurant and bar you found it much less nervous inducing when Shotaro kept leaning his head all over you.

“Mhm… just like that,” he hummed, right before his warmth left you as he walked away to return back to cutting up the stew meat…

Since that moment, the air was filled with an electric tension that neither of you had acknowledged yet as the sun began to set, casting its warm glow through the shoji screens.

In the middle of Shotaro telling you a story about his childhood though, the jingle of keys sounded at the front door as EJ invited himself to join you two once his shift at the local bakery ended.

“I come bearing treats!” He smiled vibrantly, right after bowing his head slightly to show his respects.

“Euijoo-san, how nice of you to join us,” Shotaro said in a corny accent, “how was work?”

“Exhausting… especially because I lost track of time and missed my lunch break…”

“Awww, bummer,” you pouted, “I’ll fix you a plate while you wash up then…”

“Ahhh, thanks a billion, ____-chan… since my own best bro doesn’t seem to care about me anymore,” the young man sulked playfully, and Shotaro widened his eyes in confused offense.

“What d’you mean I don’t care about you? I literally made you onigiri with my bare freaking hands, you ungrateful fart—”

“Acts of service may be YOUR love language, but it isn’t mine,” EJ reminded his friend before dramatically crossing his arms and walking out of the room, “remember that the next time you insult me, Shotaro-san… hmph…”

A few more minutes passed before the third member of your uncanny trio settled down to eat with you guys, provoking you to take a deep breath, summoning courage within yourself.

“Euijoo-san, Shotaro-san… you both have truly made my time in Tokyo one to remember,” you began, watching them shyly nod as your words touched the tenderness of their hearts.

“But,” you went on, voice catching slightly as you tried to keep their attention, “my time with you all is dwindling, and by that, I mean tomorrow is my last day here…”

You watched as the expressions on their faces shifted from joyful camaraderie to sudden surprise, and you couldn’t shake the guilt ones bulding up inside you now.

They had made the Japanese lifestyle seem so inviting for you that just acknowledging that you’d be departing soon hurt…

“No way, it’s been two weeks already?” Euijoo exclaimed with shock, his chopsticks paused mid-air. “Can’t your school let you stay a little longer? I’m sure Shotaro doesn’t mind opening his house to you for an extension…”

“I really wish I could take that offer, Euijoo-san,” you replied, offering a soft smile to hopefully ease his emotions, “I just have to get back for school… plus, changing my flight dates so late wouldn’t be a wise move on my part…”

Shotaro looked down for a moment, a flicker of disappointment crossing his sullen, otter-like features. “It’s been so nice having you around here,” he said quietly, his tone laced with something that you couldn’t quite decipher, but you knew it was different from his usual chipper.

After dinner, the three of you tried to shift the energy by sharing a few more stories and cleaning up the kitchen together, your harmonious laughter echoing beneath the dim house lighting.

Excusing yourself, you eventually retreated to your bedroom after everything was tidied up, but your mind remained a swirling sea of freshly acquired memories of the past few days.

You were gonna take a walk to clear your head and sight-see for what might be your last chance, but your plans were cut short once you realized it was past your curfew, the clock reading 8:00pm on the dot, and you respected Taro too much now to disregard his rules…

Sighing, you closed the door to your room, the world outside faded away, leaving you only to your thoughts and the slightly improved clutter of personal items that you’d worry about packing up tomorrow morning.

You were too emotionally drained to do anything in this moment, other than something to take the edge off… and quickly…

Across the hall, Shotaro sat in the living room, wishing he could shake off the heaviness in his chest. He had grown so fond of you over the last days, your laughter, your genuine curiosity about everything around you and your interest in his culture... The sound of the sliding door to your bedroom clicking shut reached his ears.

“No more sneaking around and spying on me,” your voice faintly resounded from a few days ago in the back of his mind, but a certain impulse washed over him, and he couldn’t help but draw himself to your room, once step at a time.

And it came to no surprise that the clicking sound he heard wasn’t even from the door, but better yet, your suitcase latch after your brief search for the infamous cylinder wrapped in cloth.

You still hadn’t learned how to properly lock the doors behind yourself again, which is why you set that no peeking rule down in the first place… you knew secrets enticed Shotaro, but in this moment, you just focused on taking care of yourself… just like Shotaro said, both outside and within…

Kneeling down, Shotaro edged himself towards the door, where a slender crack allowed him a stingy look inside.

The soft glow of your dresser lamp illuminated the room, casting gentle shadows along your bedsheets and your now half-naked body.

You wore nothing but a baggy T-shirt and panties as you got positioned into your back, legs spread just enough for Shotaro to see everything… your graceful and seren silhouette, and your pulsating core… it all caught his attention, and it all made him all the more aroused…

Luckily for the both of you, EJ had locked himself up in his room to wash off his long day of work, and the sound of the water running faintly in the background acted as a timer for you to finish by.

You began to slid your panties down your hips, each motion fluid and unhurried as Shotaro's poor little heart raced, quickening the pace of his breath.

Slowly caressing over your skin with one hand, you reached for the dildo with the other, and unbeknownst to you, Shotaro was just a few feet away from you, untying his pants as his semi-hard dick sprung out, almost hitting the door.

You just hoped that Shotaro had busied himself somewhere in the house so he wouldn’t find you like this… though, once the head of the toy circled your clit before you slowly lined the head up with your entrance, your mind couldn’t shake the thought of him…

The thought of how he’d feel inside you, or the thought of his hands pinning yours over your head and to the mattress…

Finally inserting the toy all the way, you felt your breath hitch as you started sliding the dildo in and out of your cunt, already coating it in your slimy juices.

The room was silent except for the sound of your own soft gasps bouncing off the walls. Shotaro licked a stripe of spit up his hand before cupping the base of his cock with his palm, already too caught up in the private world of his thoughts to care about how perverted of him this was.

The way he stroked himself mirrored the pace that you set for the dildo as you kept fucking yourself, circling your hips against the mattress as you somehow widened your legs even more.

And by now, Shotaro was in visual heaven, despite the fact that he hated how slow you were going with it… he hated that he couldn’t make himself go any faster until you did.

“Nghh~” a needy mewl ripped from under your breath, and Shotaro felt himself shiver at the way you lifted your hips into the toy now, gripping at your tit with your free hand.

Words can’t begin to describe how badly he wished he could cup your breasts in his hands…

Your hole was impressively taking all of the toy’s girth, but from the looks of it, your pussy was still suffocating around it, being stuffed to the brim as your walls quivered in ecstasy.

So that’s how she likes to be fucked, Shotaro thought to himself, and your lips ironically started to cry out yes as he kept his grip firm around his shaft.

A stream of your own arousal dripped unto the sheets, coating the dildo and your pussy lips in a delicious shine, and Shotaro swore he would’ve sold his soul just to get a taste—

“Shit,” he swore, a free hand flying to cover his mouth as he can barely keep his sounds in now.

You picked up the pace, and he pumped his cock even faster, knowing better than anyone that his rough fingers didn’t feel half as good as your pussy probably does.

He watched the way your tightness gripped at the dildo every time it hit that special spot inside you, and at this point, you were too turned on to pretend like you don’t hear him.

When he had cursed, you noticed his boba eyes peeking at you, and although your first instinct was to shut your legs and scold him, you let the moment take its course…

“Taro,” you said in a seductive voice… one that comes out naturally because of the state you’re in, “you’ve never been very sneaky, y’know that?”

His round eyes nearly popped out of his head at your offer, and he was torn between whether he should pretend like this never happened or just adhere to your lust-laced words.

“Q-quit being shy, Taro,” you whined out again, stammering over your own words as the dildo started to vibrate, “just get in here before I- fuck... ch-change my mind...”

Shotaro could hardly believe his own ears once you announced your scandalous invitation to him, and doesn't think he's ever put his dick away so quickly, either...

Carefully sliding the door open, he slipped through the narrow gap he provided for himself before locking the door back behind him and joining you on the bed.

You were definitely feeling a little less bold now that he was barely a few inches away from you, but the ways his eyes flickered between glancing at your face and then your sloppy cunt motivated you somehow—

“Want some help with that?” He offers quietly, and you respond by slipping the thick toy from your hole, a wet pop filling the room as you lazily held it towards him.

And although his face still appears like a cross between shocked and dumbfounded, his body posture is confident as he takes the toy from your grasp, caressing your exposed thigh just to see you shiver.

He give you one more glance for approval as if your consent wasn't already obvious enough before sliding the tip of the toy between your slick folds, but he's applying a lot more pressure than you did when handling it... not that you had a problem with it anyways...

“You're so sensitive,” he chuckled slightly, watching the way your torso clenched as he pressed the dildo against your entrance, and you're suddenly feeling shy yourself now-- “And pretty,” he continued, complimenting the view of your beautiful bare body before him, the purest look of lust upon both your faces, “so, so pretty...”

A soft moan escaped your mouth as he pushed the toy all the way inside you now, and his method of pumping you felt way better than what you usually did for yourself.

“T-Taro,” you whined, watching as he continued to fuck your cunt open with the dildo, fully focused on pleasing you... he was so fascinated by the way your walls clenched around the silicone, lewd noises filling the room as you grew even hazier in your head.

“What is it, ____?” His voice came out deeply as his gaze barely met yours from behind his neatly cut bangs, his cold hand pressing firmly on the bulge in your stomach, as created by the long toy inside you.

“T-touch yourself,” you whimpered, reaching down to grab his wrist as the pressure he applied became too much for you to speak over, “while you keep touching me...”

That's all it took for him to slowly get to work on shimmying down his pants again, and single-handedly at that. The tip of his cock was sore with a throbbing need as he took his shaft in his free palm, stroking it to the same pace that he set for the dildo inside you.

And his moans were joining yours now, his starved out teeth biting at his lower lip as he continued gliding the toy in and out of your pussy, making your eyebrows furrow at the sight before you.

You imagined that the dildo was his cock as you threw your head back against the pillows, closing your eyes while he did the same by imaging you were responding this way from taking his cock, fucking the pathetic silicone into you just like his hips would.

And as badly as the intrusive thoughts were telling him to toss the toy and just fuck you properly himself, he knew there was a better way to help you get past the sexual frustration of not coming... and he didn’t want to pressure you into doing something you weren’t completely down for…

“Play with your clit for me, baby,” Shotaro slurred while speeding up the movements of his hand pumping his length, and you adhered to his words immediately, sliding your hand down to rub at your sensitive spot just like he told you to.

“That's it baby,” he sighed, chest heaving as he felt himself reaching the point of no return, “you're close, aren't you pretty?”

“S-so close,” you winced desperately, and it only takes a few more thrusts of his hand and circles of your own finger before you were falling over the edge, covering your mouth with the back of your hand to keep your moans in.

And your eyes are pricking with tears given how good the stimulation felt, but you knew Shotaro hadn’t reached his climax yet.

With the little energy you had meddling within your system, you sat up to meet him where he sat, the dildo still jammed inside your pussy as you pulled his face to kiss you, and the contact was hungry… Shotaro’s own mouth gaping open to groan as you kept your grip tight around his neck while looking deeply into his eyes.

He was a panting mess now, and you wanted to help him feel just as good as he had made you feel.

“____, you don’t have to—”

“Shhh,” you interrupted his choked out sentence, kissing him once again as you moved your hand to take the place his around his shaft, “let me return the favor, baby…”

Although a bit delayed, Shotaro eventually nodded in compliance, resting one of his free hands behind him to brace his weight on the bed and his other free hand at you ass where he spanked you slightly.

“B-bounce on it,” his voice came out, and a bit strained in tone as he spanked you a little harder this time, reeling a soft whine out of you, “p-please baby, ride that dildo while you jerk my co— holy fuckk…”

You were still so sensitive in this moment, so the overstimulation was insane once you started grinding against the toy, lifting your hips to ride it as he watched with lust-ridden eyes.

And your delicate hands were doing such a good job of pumping him, too, stroking his length at just the right pace while paying extra attention to the head of his cock, the part that you knew would make him feel the best.

“God, you’re so fucking good at that, pretty,” he praised, and you kissed him instead of saying anything, bouncing so hard now that even the bed is starting to squeak beneath you two.

And the sound made Shotaro smirk… the sound of your juices squelching around the toy… of your heart beating fast behind your chest… the gentle meals escaping you, and the sound of your hand stroking him to heaven—

“Fuck!” He suddenly cried out, as quietly as he could as to not alarm EJ, and that’s when you knew he had finally reached his climax.

Breaking from his lips, you reached behind yourself to grab the scarf you used to wrap up the toy and held it over the top of his cock, just in time for his pearly spurts of his release to fill up the cloth.

Your warm hand slowly pumped the girth of his shaft, continuing to milk him dry as his hand gripped your hips tightly at the feeling, and you’re certain you’d have a bruise there later from his force.

And there is was again… Shotaro’s infamous smile as he sighed beneath his breath, releasing his grip on your hip while looking into your eyes now.

“Sorry I messed up your scarf,” he said plainly, and you can’t help but smile at his remark.

“Eh, it’s alright,” you returned, taking the bundle of fabric from his cock and holding it in your hand, “you’re in charge of laundry duty, anyways…”

Both of your cheeks were as warm as fresh baked milk bread now as you awkwardly lifted your hips off the dildo, the slimy object falling from your hole with a gentle pop as you took the cum rag and wrapped the toy in it, too.

“So…,” he began, voice returning to its usual pitch as you helped shimmy his pants back up, “do you always cum that hard, or was that orgasm special just for me?”

“Shut up,” you scorned playfully, nudging his shoulder slightly to which he chuckled alongside you.

But that’s when you both noticed it… the sound of the water running had stopped, and you’re sure it hasn’t been running for a while.

The two of you exchange worried looks as your ears keen in on the sounds behind the door, if any at all…

“Should I just…?” Shotaro started to ask while getting up from the bed, but you placed a hand at his thigh, keeping him in place.

Step, step, step.

Euijoo’s house slippers slid across the floor as he made his way to your bedroom door, the silhouette of his frame being clear as day behind the slightly opaque door, and you wonder just how much he can see from his point of view.

“Hey, is Shotaro-san in there with you?” He asked, visibly tucking his hands in his pajama pants pockets, “I heard the bed creaking, and he has a strict ‘NO-SEX IN THE HOUSE’ policy…”

“Yes, he’s in here—”

“We weren’t having sex.”

You and Shotaro’s of your voices came out at the same time, and by this point, EJ is really confused, even though both of your sentences were 100% the honest truth.

“Right,” is all the poor boy says before turning on his heel and walking in the opposite direction, “just make sure you end your little sleepover in time for me to get my work clothes washed by tomorrow morning…”

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hello, I love you’re stories. By any chance, do you plan to write stories featuring Snape ? If not will you be writing a next part of colonel Brandon ? In any case continue to ravish us with your writing and thanks for advising some others writers in one of your below post, they’re so good too !

Title: The Homecoming

Summary: Severus Snape returns home from Hogwarts to his loving wife, finding solace and tenderness in their rare moments together as they cherish their time away from the chaos. Despite the lingering scars and weariness from his battles, their deep connection and mutual support offer a sanctuary of love and peace.

Pairing: Severus Snape × Fem! Reader

Warning: none

Author's Notes: Hey there! Thanks so much for loving my stories! 😊 I’m totally up for writing about any character if people ask, but I must admit, Snape already has a ton of stories out there. I’m more excited about diving into Alan’s characters who don’t get as much love, though I’m definitely willing to write about Snape too! As for Colonel Brandon, I’m currently out of ideas, but I do plan to continue his story soon. And I’m thrilled you liked the other writers I mentioned—they’re my favorites here on Tumblr too! 😄

Severus Snape entered the house, his tall, lean figure slightly hunched from fatigue. The long, dark robes he wore enhanced his imposing presence, even as he exuded exhaustion. His long, greasy black hair framed his pale, angular face, and his piercing dark eyes softened only slightly upon seeing you.

You rushed to him, wrapping your arms around his waist. "Severus," you murmured, pressing your face against his chest. "I missed you."

Snape’s deep, monotone voice carried a hint of warmth as he responded, "And I missed you, my love." He held you tightly, savoring the rare moment of intimacy. As headmaster of Hogwarts, he rarely found time to return home, living more within the castle walls than in the comfort of your shared home. This weekend was one of those rare occasions, leaving the responsibility of maintaining the castle to Minerva McGonagall while he returned home for a well-deserved rest with you, his wife of three years.

"I can't believe you're actually here," you said, looking up at him with a smile. "How was Hogwarts?"

Snape sighed, a hint of weariness in his voice. "The same as always, though Minerva is more than capable of handling things in my absence."

You nodded, guiding him towards the living room. "Come, let’s sit down. You look like you need a rest."

As you led him to the couch, Snape’s eyes softened even more. "I need more than just rest," he said, his voice dropping to a low, intimate tone. "I need you."

But you didn't seem to hear him, very excited to have him home. You sat him down on the couch and began bombarding him with questions, your chatter filling the room. "Are you hungry? Do you want something to eat? How was your trip? Did anything interesting happen at Hogwarts? Oh, Severus, your hair is so greasy! Have you been making potions and not washing your hair again?"

Snape raised an eyebrow, a faint smile playing on his lips despite his exhaustion. "One question at a time, please," he said, his deep, monotone voice carrying a hint of amusement.

You laughed, sitting down beside him and taking his hand in yours. "Sorry, I'm just so happy to have you home. Let’s start with the most important question: are you hungry?"

Snape nodded slightly. "I could eat something, yes."

You jumped up, eager to prepare something for him. "I'll make your favorite! Just sit here and relax."

As you bustled around the kitchen, Snape leaned back on the couch, allowing himself a rare moment of relaxation. The sound of you moving about, the familiar sights and smells of your home, began to soothe the weariness in his bones. He watched you with a soft expression, his piercing dark eyes reflecting a rare moment of peace.

A few minutes later, you returned with a tray, setting it down on the coffee table in front of him. "Here you go, Severus. Eat up."

Snape took a bite, savoring the taste. "Thank you," he said simply, his voice warm.

You sat beside him again, watching him eat with a smile on your face. "So, tell me about Hogwarts. How are things going there?"

Snape sighed, setting down his fork for a moment. "As I said, it's the same as always. The students are as troublesome as ever, but Minerva is managing them well in my absence."

You nodded, listening intently. "And what about you? How are you holding up?"

He looked at you, his expression softening. "It's difficult, as always. But knowing I can come home to you makes it bearable."

You reached out, taking his hand in yours. "I'm glad you're here, Severus. I worry about you."

Snape squeezed your hand gently. "And I you, my love. But for now, let's enjoy this time together."

You leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek. "Of course. I'm just so happy to have you home."

As you settled in beside him, the two of you fell into a comfortable silence, savoring the rare and precious moments of togetherness. The world outside might be filled with challenges and dangers, but within the walls of your home, there was a sanctuary of love and peace.

You then played with his hair, noticing its greasy texture. Snape, already irritated, muttered, "Stop it," but you insisted, twirling the strands between your fingers. Snape shot you a stern look, which you completely ignored, prompting him to roll his eyes. Despite his initial resistance, he allowed you to continue, feeling your fingers trail down the back of his neck to the collar of his robes.

As you pulled down the high collar, the scars left by Nagini on his neck were revealed—a stark reminder of the miracle that he survived. Your touch was gentle, your fingers tracing the jagged lines with care.

"Severus," you whispered, your voice filled with a mixture of sadness and admiration, "these scars… it's a miracle you're here."

Snape's dark eyes softened slightly, though his tone remained guarded. "A miracle, or perhaps just a twist of fate," he replied, setting down his fork and turning to face you fully. "Either way, I am here."

You leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to one of the scars. "I'm grateful for that twist of fate every day," you said softly.

Snape's expression was a mixture of weariness and gratitude. "As am I," he murmured, his voice tinged with emotion he rarely allowed himself to show. "Though I wish I could spare you the sight of these reminders."

You shook your head, your eyes meeting his with unwavering resolve. "They are part of you, Severus. Part of the man I love."

He sighed, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "You are far too forgiving, my dear."

"And you are far too hard on yourself," you countered, your fingers continuing their gentle exploration of his neck. "You are a hero, Severus. You need to remember that."

Snape chuckled softly, a rare sound that sent warmth through your heart. "If you insist," he said, his voice still carrying that familiar, dry tone. "Though I must say, your persistence is quite remarkable."

You laughed, leaning in to press a kiss to his lips. "Well, someone has to remind you of your worth."

Snape returned the kiss, his hand cupping your cheek with a tenderness that contrasted sharply with his usual demeanor. "And for that, I am eternally grateful."

You smiled, resting your forehead against his. "Let's make the most of this weekend, Severus. No more talk of scars or battles. Just us."

He nodded, his eyes reflecting a rare moment of peace. "Just us," he agreed, pulling you into his arms.

The two of you sat there in comfortable silence, savoring the precious moments of togetherness. The world outside, with all its challenges and dangers, seemed a distant memory within the sanctuary of your home. And as the evening wore on, you both found solace in each other's presence, grateful for the love that had brought you together and the strength that would see you through whatever lay ahead.

[twinroomies]

i really like the bits of your personal style that show in the twin runes style issue! ^^

Thanks! It's, interesting adapting the art style, I should talk about that a bit! So, yeah, this isn't verbatim Twin Runes, I'm not following the model sheets 1 to 1... but I used to ALL the time. For those of you who don't know, I started the journey which is currently at this point with a dub of Twin Runes itself! In that dub, I needed to add a few elements, remove a few things to have them appear at different times, etc, etc. Then, I started getting more creative. Then I started adding new expressions, then I drew my thumbnail for the compilation of the first 50 dubs... and then I just kept drawing them. A lot. I ended up drawing them so much I can draw a lot of Twin Runes characters completely from memory, and most of them partially (characters like Susie , while I love them, I don't draw often enough). Now we're here! And, somewhere along that line, when you draw characters a lot and commit things to memory or when you learn a style... some stuff changes eventually because you're doing it from the hip so to speak. All you people that want to work in animation, take notes: you're rarely going to be drawing in your own style. In fact, I don't HAVE my own style, if you sat me down and said "draw something in your own unique style" I'd probably just come up with something on the spot, and a week later if you asked me the same thing it could be completely different! I have things I like, but I don't have a style, because I'm NOT an illustrator, I'm an animator... BUT that doesn't mean I don't end up with variations:

On the left are sketches of me following more closely how Akane draws the goobers at current, and on the right is me drawing the goobers from the ol' dome noggin. Akane's versions of the Roomies are a lot more refined, in a sense. The features are smaller, the shapes are a lot less cluttered, and they ooze design choice, they remind me of Sanrio or something by "Bob Holt" (that's the Hoops and Yoyo guy for those of you old enough to remember them)! My versions of the doofuses, however, are very scrappy. My Chara uses a lot less angular shapes, taking on the appearance of something closer to Kris from around issue 30 of Twin Runes (where I started drawing for my dub, actually). They have wider bangs, a more squished face, and their jaw is gone. If Akane's Chara is the Cheshire Cat, mine is Garfield. Speaking of cartoon characters, my Asriel is actually closer to how he was drawn in the very first comic to STAR both of those characters, though even in that regard I'd say my Asriel is still even more "cartoon-y". I built his face, in a sense, to be funny. He's got a lot of that "Joseph Holt" (Mickey Mouse Shorts Circa 2013) energy, he's gotta do a lot of the facial expression work for the comic since Chara's not one to really emote that much, now are they? While some of these are VERY DELIBERATE CHANGES, to be honest, some of these are just... how I draw compared to Akane! I grew up doodling Sonic, Spongebob, and OG Dragon Ball, and I feel like it really shows in what I gravitate towards. But, regardless of what I change, the goal always is, and will continue to remain, being true to Twin Runes itself! That was a long ramble, wasn't it? I'm really sorry, I'm still getting used to running one of these, I'm sure most of you had your eyes glaze over by paragraph 2! I hope someone finds it interesting, however, and thank you for your question!

[druidwolf21]

Context: Since Khan has been disappeared in the Webway for 10k years, a current joke and the headcanon of some in the fandom is that he is banging Drukhari, being shipped with Lelith or he even will come back with a harem of those (because he is inspired in Genghis Khan, who had many wives from conquered territories). I'm not to found of this, but if gave me a idea for you to write (if you're familiar with Khan and the Drukhari, if not you can pass).

So, the idea is that reader is a Drukhari trueborn who she doesn't enjoy torture or having slaves (a rare case amount the Dark Eldar), but has to pretend she does for her own security, but actually she wants to leave Commoragh. So, one day Jaghatai is captured, torturee and put in the pits. She starts to visit him, pretending to torture him but she is actually being kind to him, give him food and water, win his trust and plan to scape together.

So after the scape, where she helps Khan before recover his sword and bike. They leave together somewhere, they start to have feelings for each other and they have sex. She is still a drukhari, so she toughts she could dominate him but quickly found out she can't top a Primarch. (They have a good time anyway).

YES

Yes

Yes

I love this so much anon!!

Sorry this took so long! I wanted to really capture the details you envisioned and I will not lie, I got completely enthralled with their lore and went down a rabbit hole.

I will be honest I finished this after taking a LOT of cold and flu meds so I apologize profusely if this isn't what you had in mind.

I hope you enjoy this!!

@beckyninja @lemon-russ @moodymisty @jaghatai-khock @thisuserislilsilly @cosmic-cryptid-from-beyond @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan

Freedom

Jaghatai Khan/drukhari reader

CW: violence, slavery, graphic depiction of injury, sexual content.

Cold stagnant air needled its way up your cloak and into your bones as you passed silently through the winding alleyways. The scent of bloody iron and fear hung in the air, and your lips twist in a grimace as you glancing upwards. Your gaze was filled with shifting shadows and Obsidian spires rising from the earth in twisted contortions as they reached towards a dark sky, devoid of warmth from its dying suns.

A monstrous world for a monstrous breed.

You should know, you were one of them.

You gathered your robe close about you, cupping the rough fabric against your slender frame and dragged your eyes back to the path. Your hand rested on the pommel of your sheathed dagger as you stalked past a sullen bounty hunter, his dark eyes following your lithe leather clad figure as you stalked past him.

"eyes down, half born" you hissed hands twitching in anticipation. The dark elder studied you for a moment, before realization flashed across his angular face and he shuddered slightly, before returning his gaze to the floor. A pent up breath shuddered between your lips and adrenaline flooded your body as you glowered once more at him before returning your narrowed gaze to your destination.

The inner city of Commoragh, dark and diseased, sprawled before you like a rotten carcass. The spires and towers stuck at jagged angles like weathered bones, overshadowed only by the twisted face of the titanic kabalite statues that stood hewed from rock and corpse. Rivers of crimson dripped from long slender faces and toothed maws , speckling the black statues with flashes of colour as slaves of all colour and creed were fed to the elements to continue the carving of their masters likeness into the world. Converging at the base of this shrine to depravity lay your objective.

The roar of the crowd thrummed in your bones as you stepped into the catacombs below the arena, above you the dull stamp of feet and clash of weapons reverberate, muted by the thick walls of the tunnels. You removed a bracket from the wall and allowed the flames to light your way as you sped down the corridor. Guards flicked their eyes to you before looking away as you passed lines of cages, the occupants of each alcove offering cries of rage and fear, other promising death in such sweet ways, the rattling of chains accompanying the song of the damned as it echoed after you. You wander around in the dark, trusting your instincts as you weaved through the maze like walls, running your hand along the bumps and grooves of the wall your journey ended abruptly with a dead end. A single dark cell, ancient ruins carved around the cindered brick and wright iron door in a great arch.

Throwing back your hood you dropped your head slightly, predatory eyes locked on the guards as you stalked towards the cell.

"filthy halfbreeds, away with you" you hissed, waving a long fingered hand at the guards. "Your stench makes me vomit"

The guards looked at each other and back at you, their porcelain skin shining in contrast to their pitch armour as they shifted uncomfortably. "The archon has requested.."

You cut him off with a vicious backhand, slamming the burning torch across the elf's face with such force his head swung back against the wall with a crack. "You DARE question me" you snarled, curling your arm back for another blow "do you have ANY idea who I am?!" You sneered down at the guard as he staggered upright, a hand clutched to his burnt face as dark blood bloomed under his skin in a spreading bruise. "You think I don't know the order of my own father?" You threw the now cindering bracket at his feet. "You! Take this sack of flesh and be gone from my sight, before I decide your blood is prettier painting the walls" you spat as the injured xenos grasped his companion and limped away.

A deep chuckle emanated from the dark of the cell as the eldar males rounded the corner and sprinted away.

"And here I thought you had no bite"

Running a hand along the door, the lock released with a groaning clunk. "I have to keep up appearances, unless you'd rather sit here and rot" you sighed as you stepped into the prison, pulling out a leather pouch and water flask. You tossed them into the corner and leant against the damp wall as the prisoner rose to his feet. He was tall, towering over you as he stretched and cracked his muscles, silver lines of scars peppered his defined torso as he reached for the water bottle, quaffing it easily. Long black hair hung in a ponytail over his back, brushing against the waistband of his tattered trousers. His handsome face was framed by an unkempt beard and faded red warpaint cracked on his forehead as he raised a brow at you. You shrugged under his stern gaze and turned your head away from him. "If you want out of here, it needs to be tonight" you muttered as you pushed off the wall and stepped towards him. "They're sending you into the pit again today, Khan. Finish up quickly and I'll be waiting for you as they bring you back in, we've waited long enough"

The primarch remained silent as he stared at you. Amber eyes unmoving and unblinking, you felt like a rabbit caught in the talons of a hawk. "You have been odd since the day I met you" he finally grumbled, tossing the empty water skin back at you. "But I have entertained your plots for long enough, tonight it is" Nodding at the warrior, you smirked slightly at the gleam in his eyes. "Just make sure you don't die out there, I've become oddly attached to you, warp knows why, it would be a shame if all this planning went to waste"

He rolled his eyes, snorting as he waved a callused and bloodied hand. "The only thing that will kill me at this point is listening to more of your xenos drivel"

"you've been here 3 months, one more night won't kill you, unless your bark is worse than your bite after all?"

"just be ready"

You chuckled softly as you stepped out of the cell and resealed the door.

"see you at the pit"

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The hungered baying of the crowds had only grown louder as the night approached, thousands of spectators crowing in glee as blood splattered the floor of the arena. Piles of offal and meat, the remains of the night's entertainment lay in discard piles, trickling streams of crimson gore into dirt.

You crouched in the shadow of the gladiatorial gate, hand pressed into the blood slicked wall for balance as you quivered. Euphoria and bile rising in your stomach as the pain and fear from the spectacle satiated your hunger but left your heart sickened as you watched it all unfold.

Jaghatai Kahn snarled as he lashed out, giant hand catching the helmed drukhari wych in a vice grip, crushing her skull like an egg before casting the twitching corpse aside and lunging for his next opponent. His long hair flew behind him as he charged forward, yanking a speeding reaver off his bike and slamming him into the floor with a sickening snap as the jet bike collided with the jagged wall. The crowds roared as he raised the fighter like a broken doll, wretching his body in half at the waist before tossing him to the mounting pile of corpses around his feet. As he stood, showered in ichor, his burnished eyes trailed the walls of the fighting pit until they landed on your lithe form, shrouded by the shadow of the wrought iron palisade. You gestured to the bike nodded.

It was time.

Khan lurched towards the smoking jet bike, hefting the smoldering metal above his head. "Xenos filthy!" He bellowed as he launched the mass into the stands, a manic grin creasing his features as the crowd screeched and scattered. As the mayhem ensued, you grasped the lever on the wall and yanked. Behind you, dozens of cage doors groaned open and the floor began to vibrate as dozens of captives sprinted down the lit tunnel towards the burning fight pit. You pressed your back flat against the sides as the prisoners stampeded past you and began flinging themselves into the panicking eldar. You felt the rolling tide of fear and pain emanating from the stand as the tormentors became victims of their own twisted blood sport.

Donning your helmet, you raised your splinter pistol into the air and fired, the familiar whine of the round as it left the chamber inciting further panic, allowing you to sprint forward into the fray, locating your ally with starling ease.

"go now"

He glared down at you, hands clenched into white knuckled fists before recognizing your voice and nodding, and storming towards the gate with your wiry figure in tow. Guards sprinted past you, noting your ranking in your hurrying to control the flow of battle as it threatened to spill into the streets of Commoragh.

"go go, I've got this one under control" you screeched, waving your free arm in the air to send them past, making a show of pressing the neurotoxic pistol into the man's back.

The row of cells was silent as you paced past, their occupants busy exacting bloody vengeance upon the rulers of the pit. A quick tap against a bracket to open a wall and suddenly the darkness consumed everything, pressing into you like a blanket. You felt jaghatai shift next you, muscles tensing at the sudden deprivation and you reached out to grasp his wrist before pulling him through the tunnel.

Each turn and divot played out in your memory as you carefully led the way through, one hand grasping a warm body as the other felt its way across the familiar nooks and crevices in the wall. The tunnel seemed endless, and with each step you could feel the Khan growing more and more tense. His distrust of you heightening with each passing moment and you could ill afford a pissed off primarch if your plan was going to work out.

"this tunnel will bring us out somewhere in the sprawls" you turned slightly as you spoke "it's all ruins, but it's close enough to the port and we can handle whatever lives out there easily. It's a good place to stop and reevaluate our next steps"

"very well, I have little choice but to trust you"

You stopped, ignoring the foreign swears directed at you as the giant narrowly missed barreling you over.

"we've been planning this for three months, warhawk, I have tended your wounds, brought you food and water, I helped you escape from the wych arena and yet you still doubt me"

you released his wrist from your cool grasp and hissed air from between your clenched teeth before fumbling along the wall, releasing a hidden switch with a low groan. A portion of the wall slid down and exposed the dark streets of the sprawls and You slipped your helmet from your head tucking it under your arm as you stepped out. The man stood for a moment, flicking his gaze between you and the horizon behind you before stepping out alongside you.

You turned and silent walked away, long strides carrying you towards a half collapsed hut, hearing the heavy step of jaghatai, You swing the beaten door open and slunk inside, head cocked and long ears twitching as you listen. Hearing only the soft breathing of your companion, you tossed your helmet to the floor and began removing your armour, dropping breastplate, pauldrons and greeves to the floor haphazardly.

Jaghatai sat opposite you, birdlike gaze tracing over your figure as you wretched at armour straps until you finally stood in a sleek black battle suit, skin tight and almost translucent in places, the milky skin of your stomach, legs and arms exposed for ease of movement. kabal tattoos peppering in and out of view as they snaked across the soft skin of your hips and thighs. You looked at him, meeting his heated gaze for a moment before he looked away, turning his sight to his bloodied knuckles.

You sighed, shuffling over and clasping his hand, broad and hardened against your slender fingers as you traced the mottled bruises and cracked scabs of his knuckles. He froze against your touch as you ripped part of your cloak away to dab at the broken skin, his narrowed eyes following your movement as you wrapped the makeshift bandage around him. Your eyes trailed up his bare chest to his face and you flushed at the intimacy of the touch. You dropped his hand and rose to your feet. "Better? Or still too busy doubting me" you huffed, wiping your palms down your trousers and spinning on the balls of your feet.

"We need to get to the warp gate, if we head to the port of lost souls, we can take a ship and head out of the web way" you throw the primarch a sideways glance watching his fiddle with the cloth across his hand. "Once we're out, we can go our separate ways, I don't particularly want to run into the imperium, that's trading one shit show for another"

"I didn't"

"what?"

"I didn't doubt you"

You froze as he spoke, his deep voice pounding in your chest along with your heart as your pulse quickened.

"I should've. I should've killed you as soon as I escaped the arena. But I didn't"

He sat motionless as he spoke, his gaze still fixed in the bindings around his hand. Faint light seeped in through crack in the broken wall, illuminating his tanned flesh and highlighting the crevices of muscles and scars across his body.

"I am... Grateful"

Your stomach clenched as you looked at him, running your sight across his bare chest, along the rigid muscle of his neck and the firm line of his jaw, his lips looked so soft in this light, would it be so bad to just...

You shook your head, willing the sudden intrusive thoughts from your mind as you stormed over to him, feet either side of his hips as you leant over and pressing your index finger into his pectorals. "Well you've got a bloody funny way of showing it" you seethed, ignoring the growing heat in your gut as he looked up at you. "If this is how you humans show thanks, you can keep it" you jabbed into him to emphasize your anger as you spoke "you and your fucked up imperium, so bloodthirsty you cant see past the end of your own nose, your as bad as that lot out there" gesturing to the outside world with a vague wave. "So yeah, if you want to show your grateful, maybe act like it"

Your breath heaved as you finally paused, waiting for something, anything, from the man sat between your legs, but his face remained stoney as his observed you. Rage suddenly overtook you and you grasped his jaw in your hand. "You are just the most..."

Your words were cut off as his hand shot to the back of your head and pulled you towards him, crashing his lips against yours in a heated kiss. Your hands shot to his shoulders to brace yourself as his grip slid from the back of your head to your cheek whilst his other hand moved to your waist, gently tugging you down into his lap. You slid onto his legs, straddling his hips as you leant into the kiss, humming as he ran his tongue along your lip and into your mouth, exploring and tasting you. He finally pulled back and you blinked dumbly at him for a moment. "Thanks enough?" He smirked.

You grasped his chin again, softly this time as you went to lean back in for another kiss, only to yelp as his large fingers wrapped firmly around your throat. "I am grateful, but do NOT think you are in charge, little one" he whispered in your ear, peppering bites and kisses along your exposed jugular until his lips were only inches from yours. His breath was warm on your face and you squirmed in his grip, angered and embarrassed by the growing wet between your legs. You snarled and ground your hips down against him, relishing the growl that vibrated through his chest as you slid against himself just right. Suddenly his hands were in your hips, running along your side, tracing the muscle of your thigh as he took you in another deep kiss. You threw your arms around his neck, your body against his, devouring him, pulling away only to strip your top off and throw it amongst the debris. His mouth instantly traveled to your breast, mouthing at your pale flesh. Arching your back you pressed into his touch, sighing and fingering through his hair as his tongue traced circles round your sensitive nipple. His released you with a grumble before moving to the other side, grunting as you pressed your wet crotch against the bulge in his trousers.

You extracted yourself from his warmth, standing and stripping your bottoms down and casting them off before dropping down and crawling towards him, tugging at his waistband, lowering it just enough for his cock to bounce free. You heard his breath hitch as you ran your tongue against the underside, flicking it around his tip before taking it in your mouth. Sliding your fingers around the base you began to bob your head, stroking him with your hand as you sucked. His breathing became more laboured as you continued and you finally released him with a wet pop, holding the tip just before your lips as you looked up at him with big eyes. "Not so in charge now" you murmured, flicking your tongue out against his sensitive glans.

His eyes darkened as he grabbed you, hoisting you back onto his lap and lining himself up with your entrance, pausing for a moment as he watched you before sliding you down on him, bottoming out in your tight cunt in one movement. You threw your head back and cried out at the sudden fullness, tears pricking your eyes as you adjusted. Jaghatai nuzzled into your collar, chuckling hoarsely "what were you saying, woman?" Your response came out as a garbled groan as he began thrusting up into you, holding your hips as he bounced you in rhythm to his movement. His dick hitting part you didn't realize you had as he rutted into you.

"This what you wanted?" He panted, pulling your thigh further to fuck into your G spot. "Wanted this little pussy to be fucked by a primarch? " you felt the knot in your gut tighten as your ass slapped against his thighs. "Jag..ha...tai.. mmm gonna..." You mumbled, eyes glazed over as he fucked into you.

His breath came out in growls as his thrusts became erratic "throne" he snarled as he pushed his hips against you. Your end came as you felt him finish inside you, your muscles spasm as ecstasy flushed through your body and you flipped forward onto his chest, too high to care about the dried blood that still painted him. You lay against him for a while, satiated physically and psychically as the flood of emotions fed you. His fingers ran along your head and traced the shell of your long ears as you sighed and nuzzled into him.

"we still need to get my bike back before we can leave by the way"

"YOUR WHAT"

[graves4girls]

☆ let's go to bed | miguel o'hara

✮ wc. 763 ⚠︎ warning(s): fem!reader soft!miguel truther 4 life ⟡ be sure to check out my work on ao3 → gravesforgirls !!

Sliding one of his shirts he'd left behind over your pillow because you miss him. You hadn't seen him in a good few days, on account of a particularly difficult anomaly, and the best idea you can muster right now is to just fall asleep to the linger of his cologne clinging to the fabric. 

You're curled up in your warm bed, tucked under the covers with the side of your face smooshed into your pillow, wallowing in the faint woody scent as you snore quietly. You don't hear the squeak of your unlatched window sliding open, but you stir when the pane closes with a sounding thud, a hushed expletive following as you slowly awaken. Your eyes wrench open to squint around the dark room, panicking for a moment when your gaze falls on the hulking figure beside your bed, clad in dark shadows, before you realize what's happening. Your face heats up a bit when you remember what your current state looks like, how pathetic it has to be.

"I didn't know you were gonna swing by tonight. A little heads-up woulda' been nice. You scared the shit out of me."

You sluggishly sit up from your mass of blankets, eyes still adjusting to the darkness as you look up at him.

"You shouldn't leave your window unlocked. That's incredibly dangerous."

"I live on the sixth floor. I doubt much could happen."

He scoffs quietly, but he has a gentle smirk on his lips. "I didn't mean to wake you up." He stalls for a second, eyes dancing across your sleepy figure. "Y'know, you're cute when you're sleeping."

"Creep." 

He chortles quietly, stepping closer to the bed, but he stops, and your skin flares again when you see his gaze slide to the pillow beside you.

"Is that my shirt?" 

You sputter a bit, utterly embarrassed he caught you stooping as low as that. "I know, it's weird. I just–" You trip over your words as you dig for an explanation that doesn't sound insanely desperate.

"Oye, cálmate. It's not weird. Es lindo." 

He moves to sit on the mattress, reaching out a big hand to wrap around your own, thumbing over your knuckles. You sit there for a moment in comfortable silence, grinning stupidly when he raises your arm to drop a kiss to the back of your hand.

"Eres tan bonita, muñeca. C'mere, mamí."

You scoot closer to him to nestle into his side as he leans back against the headboard of the bed, slinking his arm around your waist as he looks down at you. City lights bleed into the room from your drawn curtains, painting him in soft purples and whites that wash over him perfectly, the light delicately clashing with the harsh shadows of his angular features. 

"How did the mission go?" You drape a leg over his lap to get impossibly closer, letting your hand settle over his chest.

"Awry, at first, but we got him and sent him back to his universe. He was a lot bigger of a threat than any of us had thought."

You can tell just the thought of what had happened irked him, if the way he clenched his jaw was any telltale.

"Well, I'm glad you're okay. And now you can relax for a little bit. Just me and you."

That soft smile finds its way back onto his lips, and he sinks further into the bed, rolling onto his side to wrap around you like a constrictor. He's kissing you now, tender and sweet, one of his hands sliding up your spine to hold the back of your head. It's cool in your room, but he's insanely warm against you, big hands moving to clutch at your hips as your arm curls around his waist, slipping your hand under his shirt to let your fingertips run along his bare skin. He drops a kiss to the corner of your mouth, your jaw bone, one more to your throat before he nuzzles his nose into your neck, taking in a long breath and letting out a tired sigh, big shoulders relaxing as he closes his eyes, lashes tickling your skin.

"Let me sleep in tomorrow morning. I'm fucking exhausted."

One of your hands comes up to comb your fingers through his soft curls, pressing a short kiss to the top of his head. "I can tell."

His arms tighten around you to keep you from slipping out of his grasp, and his breath quiets.

"I'm gonna need that shirt back, by the way. It's one of my favorites."

[danosrosegarden]

(in something already established in some way...?)

giving wesker kisses on his cheekbones where they are most angular...

pressing a kiss to the side of his nose bridge when he scrunches his face and the folds on his nose naturally scrunch up and make him look so, so very catty, so angry, so aggressive when all he's really doing is a bit of a scrunch...

he sneezes, suppressing half of it, and the reader looks at him with so much unfettered joy in their eyes...

how's he reactin

fluffy drabble underneath the cut! ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

{gn!reader, ~500 words}

whatever it is that you're trying to do here, it's not exactly working.

he doesn't understand your motives, coming into his office and interrupting crucial work just to gaze at him with star-speckled eyes, a grin brushed with wild admiration, big pupils injected with awe. and it is interrupting, because it's difficult to not pay attention to you when you're in the room. you're undeniably clever and strikingly beautiful and he'd like very much if you could stop being a magnetic witch for ten seconds so he could get something done. he tugs himself out of the current, and you take that as your signal to leave him be. at least for a little while.

truth be told, he'd much rather you stay. truth be told, he isn't quite sure how to say it. softness makes bruises, splotches of purple and green that ripple searing pain when touched. what if something were to happen to you? what if you were to grow weary and angry at him and want to cut him loose? it would be far more simple to not let himself grow attached.

clearly, he has much to learn about being in a relationship.

and you're happy to teach him the basics: i want to be with you. i'm choosing to be with you. yes, you can have your privacy and personal space, but no, you cannot metaphorically or literally shut a door in my face when i'm trying to discuss something important.

maybe it's not an undertaking you bear with ease. it's still a worthy cause, and you're certain of it.

so he's learning it all and drinking it in in a hazy, feverish daze--i can be gentle. i can be open. i can let my guard down. i can be loving. the cross you bore truly was worthwhile, it seemed, because now he doesn't bat you away when you curiously and cautiously peer at whatever he's working on. he doesn't fight it when you say you'd like to just sit back and watch, that's all. you promise you won't be in the way! except you are, little witch, remember? but he can't bring himself to be bothered like he used to.

and he almost catches himself laughing that first time you come in just to plant a couple kisses on his face. what are you doing? ...can you do it again?

his reaction is varied...sometimes you'll get a small grin etched deep into the corners of his mouth. barely visible, but you know his heart is beaming. other times he'll even turn to give you a little pat and kiss you back! how lucky are you?!

it's heartwarming to see the bending transformation from what he was to what he'll let you get away with now. you know there's so much more underneath the frosty exterior, and the excavation brought out somebody you could truly love on without feeling like a distraction.

whatever you were trying to do, it worked out pretty well.

[catscidr]

Can I please request Dottore x clingy reader who loves giving him affection thank you! 💕

hell yeah baby that's what i'm TALKIN ABOUT ୧(☉□☉୨ ⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝ cw: fluff, vague mentions of gore includes: gn!reader, dottore, webttore mentionned for like a second wc: 1k

6 minutes. 

That was the longest amount of time Dottore had gone without being bugged by your presence. Well, "bugged” was a bit of a strong word- maybe more so inconvenienced by your endless whining for attention. It’s not that he hated it, it was quite the opposite really, but he actually needed to get work done before tomorrow and couldn’t afford to get distracted this time around. You called out after him for the millionth time today, trotting up to his side with an almost puppy-like expression, looking up at him expectantly. 

Currently wrist deep in the guts of one of his poor victims, he swallowed down the urge to speak his mind honestly, instead choosing to glance over at you from the corner of his eyes. His glare (unfortunately) did nothing to deter your determination and willpower- with his attention now on you, you flash him a bright smile, wrapping your arms around his torso from his right side. 

“Hey, why don’t you take a break?” you ask, tilting your head up to look at him properly. Dottore’s sharp, angular features never failed to make you swoon no matter how many times you looked at his unmasked face. You think it’s a blessing, but he argues that it’s a curse- especially now that you won’t leave him alone, making him pause his work. 

“No,” he sighs for the nth time, bringing his attention back to the corpse on the metal table. “I have work to do. Why don’t you go bother Delta instead? He should be filing out some paperwork,” the doctor says, skillfully shrugging you off of him. You shake your head, resting your hands on his forearm to give him the space he needed. 

“I don’t want to hang out with him though,” you say with a frown, bottom lip jutting out in a pout. “Come on, you’ve been working non-stop for ages now. Just a small break! An itty bitty one. Like thirty minutes. You can spare that much, can you?” 

The Harbinger stares at the wall with a deadpan expression, weighing his options. On one hand, he could give in, listen to you and take a much needed break. But on the other hand, he could always just... lock you in his office. Not that he would leave you there for long, just enough for him to get this experiment over with. Plus it’s not like you’d be like a dog stuck in a hot car in the middle of summer without any a/c, he had a plush sofa he never used im his office alongside a mini fridge he also never used. The amenities were there for this exact scenario, anyways- so you’d be comfortable while waiting for him to be done. Although, the more he thought about it, the more his body began to feel heavy, exhaustion seeping through his limbs. Dottore grumbles some choice words under his breath and withdraws his arms out from the bloody mess that came from his current experiment and makes his way towards the sink. You follow after him, curious. 

“‘Ttore?” 

“I give up,” the doctor sighs, his shoulders slumping forward. He turns on the sink and discards his bloody surgical gloves, washing his calloused hands under the cold water to get rid of whatever gunk had gotten on his skin. “What do you want?” he asks in an indecipherable tone. You perk up noticeably, a smile making its way back to your face as you watch him dry his hands and turn around to give you his full attention. 

“Just wanna spend time with you, honestly.” you say a little sheepishly. “Have you eaten yet?” 

“Not hungry.” 

“Wanna take a walk? Get some fresh air?” 

The offer seemed tempting. After spending hours smelling nothing but hospital-grade cleaning supplies, iron and death the doctor wouldn’t say no to a trip outside of his lab- that is to say if he were anyone but the second Harbinger. 

Instead, he grabs his mask and lab coat from the coat rack and begins to walk away, making a gesture for you to follow after him. And you do so eagerly, catching up to him fairly quickly considering how long his strides were. 

Your footsteps echo in the quiet hallways, the only sound bouncing off the ornate walls of the otherwise cold and barren palace. The both of you reach your destination, Dottore pushing the door open to reveal his (barely used) bedroom. Tossing his coat aside and placing his mask on his nightstand, he loosens his button-down shirt and sits on his bed, looking at you with a raised brow. 

“Are you going to stand in the doorway all day?” he asks with the slightest bit of amusement, kicking off his shoes and repositioning himself to lay down on the bed properly. You snap out of it and shake your head, closing the door behind you, jumping in next to him happily. Your bodies fit with one another perfectly, his arms snaking themselves around your waist while you hold him around his shoulders, keeping one free hand to stroke his icy locks. He hums contentedly, eyelids fluttering shut. 

“Happy?” he asks, voice muffled from how close his face is to your chest. Your nails gently scratch his scalp, drawing out a soft sigh from the doctor. 

“Very,” you say, smile audible in your tone of voice. Dottore simply hums in response, basking in the comfort of the warmth of your body against him. Part of you felt the need to ask him how long he wanted to stay like this knowing that the doctor hated being away from his lab but, feeling a bit selfish, you allow yourself to revel in the small victory that came in the form of finally convincing Dottore to let you have him all to yourself for a portion of his day. The both of you drift off peacefully, knowing perfectly well that you’re going to repeat this dance once more in the morning when the Harbinger has to work.

[phonydiaries]

Worse for The Wear, P X Reader

Disclaimer: I've barely progressed past the first miniboss in Lies of P and I don't want to spoil the story for myself so I'm going off of information pretty much exclusively based on gifsets and screenshots,,, so if some of this isn't lore-accurate pls forgive me! it's indulgent fluff. Also if you enjoy this short piece and want to read more from me please tell me! I'd love to interact with this fandom more. Thanks, hope you enjoy!

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As you kneel under the dank and decrepit streetlights, your knees are dirty, damp, and freezing cold against the pavement of Krat Station. Couldn’t this stranger have chosen a more convenient place to lose consciousness, you wonder. Perhaps he could’ve collapsed in a setting just slightly less dramatic than a torrential downpour? You’ll be sure to ask him as soon as he awakes. If he awakes. God, you hope he does. 

You came upon him by accident really. Weaving your way through alleyways, dimly lit and speckled with decaying automatons. Miraculously you were able to avoid being detected, though the boy now lying in front of you wasn’t so lucky. The sight of him made your heart sink; limbs strewn about on the ground, his face equally obscured by dark soaked locks over his eyes and the wet pavement pressed against his cheek. The poor thing’s once-white shirt was discolored to a near black, smeared with slick tarry oil. Against your better judgment, you stopped to make sure he was alright.

With one arm you reach around the man’s torso and ungracefully heave him into a face-up position. As gently as you can, you adjust so his head is allowed to rest in your lap. The stranger's face, like his clothes, is marred with automaton grease; streaked across the bridge of his nose, caught in his dark angular brows, blotting his delicate mouth. He looks elegant somehow, even in his current state. His lips are slightly parted as he breathes in, shallow. Breath! He is alive! Curious, you ever so slowly bring two fingers to the man’s mouth and carefully wipe away a smear of oil. As you go to inspect the material closer, something closes, steely and cold, around your wrist. Startled, you yelp and your eyes dart to whatever is now clutching your arm. A masterfully crafted hand of pure steel curls its fingers around your wrist. The metal chills you to the bone. Monetarily frozen, you catch a glimpse of brilliant blue glinting in the eyes of the stranger, like sunlight diffused through seaglass. 

“I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to startle you.” You say, your voice a bit more shrill than you would like. The stranger's eyes narrow momentarily, but quickly soften. His energy is clearly limited, without much to be spent on anything other than remaining conscious. This is clearly evidenced by the immediate loosening of his grip as his head lolls back into your lap. 

“Oh…” You murmur, watching him with some concern. It’s difficult somehow to work up the courage to ask for more details on his injuries. You find yourself somewhat distracted by the beauty radiating from his waifish face. Your hand slides into place, cupping his pale cheek against your palm. His skin is soft, but cold. He can’t stay out in this storm much longer if he’s to have any chance at recovery. He seems to have momentarily slipped back into sleep, and so you take the opportunity to swipe away a lock of dark hair covering one eye.

“Sir,” you say softly “Can you stand? I’ll help you out of this rain if you’re able.” 

He stirs then. His lids flutter, heavy, as if each time he blinks it becomes harder to keep his eyes open. Your heart jumps a bit at the sight of it. 

“Please,” You trace the line of his sharp cheekbone “I’d be happy to get us both out of this mess.”

The stranger says nothing, but nods, and leans forward in an attempt at becoming upright once again. You preemptively hold your arms open, and he falls somewhat awkwardly into your chest. He’s heavier than you expected for someone with such a slight build! Although the mechanized arm probably accounts for most of it. With a bit of strain on your knees, you’re able to hoist him up into a standing -albeit hunched- position, his arm slung haphazardly around your shoulders. You swear a whimper escapes his lips as his chin dips into the nape of your neck. You try to focus on the task at hand, but have to admit to yourself that the feeling of his breath on your skin is electrifying. 

“Where -um- which way did you come from?” 

The stranger lifts his head just barely and looks around, obviously dazed. His gaze settles ahead and he raises his mechanical arm in a weak gesture towards a structure in the distance. You recognize it as Hotel Krat, a place you know of, but have never actually been. 

“There?” You ask, and the weary boy nods. In preparation for the journey ahead, you adjust your stance slightly. “Onwards and upwards then…” You mutter; and the two of you stumble forward stepping on each other's toes occasionally. Slowly but surely, you head towards shelter. 

The interior of the hotel is lit warmly, inviting and decorated beautifully. Under better circumstances you would’ve taken ample time to admire the whole place, but as soon as you step through the doors your companion collapses against the wall. He sucks in a sharp breath of air at his shoulders collision with the wall. Quickly you come to his aid, holding him steady at the waist and offering up your shoulder once again for him to lean on. Through a thick curtain of thoroughly drenched dark hair he looks at you, appreciative. 

“Thank you.” 

And the words are so soft, so melodic, you have to wonder if you only imagined it. Stunned, you respond simply,

“You’re welcome.”

You feel those striking blue eyes dance across your face, making it wildly difficult to think straight, much less speak. A sudden realization comes upon you; that in this moment you want nothing more in the world than to stay here, even freezing cold and soaked to the bone, taking in the sight of this man. 

You notice just above his brow there’s still remnants of that black liquid. Absent-mindedly, you move your hand from your companion’s waist to wipe it away, leaning in ever so slightly to get a closer look. The boy catches your hand halfway. At first you think he’s swatting it away, but instead he stares at it with undivided attention, as if it were some rare treasure. Silently he intertwines his fingers with yours. For a moment, you’re frozen again, a jolt of blue lightning shooting up your spine at the quiet intimacy of the gesture. The mysterious boy inches closer, his nose grazing yours as he places a tender, appreciative kiss on your lips. You feel your face flush and reflexively tighten your grip on his hand. This seems to startle him and he stumbles out of the kiss. Your hand, however, is still holding tight to his, and so the two of you take a short sweet tumble onto the glossy floor. 

Quickly you attempt to readjust, but you’ve landed conveniently head first against the boy's chest, so close you can hear a mechanical whirring beneath his skin. Your companion lifts your face with his human hand and inspects it carefully for injury. He squints, but seems satisfied that the only thing bruised by the fall is your ego. Carefully, the boy stands, pulling you up with him. His mouth curls into a kind smile, which becomes a melodic laugh gracefully escaping his lips. 

We’re even now, you think to yourself.

 Now we’ve both helped each other up. 

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[microbes-in-hats]

Electron Micrographs

(Part 2 of 4)

Fugitive Glue, Lollipop, and Strawberry DNA

Fugitive Glue

I received a junk mail credit card offer, and I decided to take the piece of rubbery stuff that held the fake card to the paper to look at under the microscope. I originally referred to it as rubber cement, but I think it's actually called fugitive glue, among other names. Even exposed to air for a few days, it was still rubbery and malleable.

Unfortunately, being an organic compound, it did start to melt from the current of electricity that the microscope runs through it, which you can see happening in these images.

Lollipop Fragment

We had a bunch of leftover lollipops from Halloween at my house, so I took one of the flavors my brother didn't like to smash up and look at under the microscope.

In the first image, don't get confused by the background. The big angular piece is the lollipop, and the round things in the back are from the special tape used for keeping things on the stage (probably some bubbles trapped under it). I forget what kind of tape he said it was, but it was something able to conduct electricity.

The images of the sugar crystals are unclear and blurry because they, too, were actively melting while we were looking at them. Organic compounds just tend to do that. That said, you can still see the shapes of some of the crystals that hadn't yet melted.

Strawberry DNA

Having extracted some of my own DNA before, which I keep in an Eppendorf tube on my desk, I thought maybe it would be interesting to look at under the microscope.

However, I didn't want to potentially ruin the sample I had, so I followed NileRed's video to refresh myself on the process and used strawberries like he did. I also did it at 1/4 scale of what he did, because I really didn't need as much as he got. (By the way, DNA feels disgusting to touch. So much so that I used tweezers and forceps to handle it instead.)

Unfortunately, as you can see, the images aren't super clear or detailed, possibly for a few reasons.

The sample may still have had some moisture in it, which does interfere with how the machine sees it, I think.

It was also very clumped, because when you extract DNA, it all clumps together and I couldn't really separate the piece I was using into a thin layer.

It also may just be the size of DNA in general, which is molecular (just a very long one). I was hoping we'd see at least something, but I guess the indications of lines is all we could get.

I'm keeping the rest of the DNA we didn't use in some more Eppendorf tubes on my desk, because why not.

In the BDS Full images, the white parts are the hotter parts, where more electrons are being conducted through.

The scale in the bottom left corner of the images is in micrometers. 1 millimeter = 1000 micrometers

[moralesmilesanhour]

my neighbor's a punk

summary: you move into a new apartment with a noisy neighbor. inspired by this prompt list! wc: 922 A/N: just wrote this for some practice. I'm getting better at writing longer drabbles, I think! As always feel free to reblog and leave your reactions in the tags or comments. As of the date this is being posted, my requests are also open! (pls check my pinned beforehand)

You had never seen a garden so beautiful.

Vibrant blossoms of yellow and orange greeted you as you hauled two medium-sized boxes carrying the last of your things through the entrance of your new apartment. Their fragrance wafted through the humid summer air, delighting you and confirming that they were, in fact, real. But for the past couple of days that you had been in the process of moving in, you’d never once spotted a gardener or seen the sprinklers turn on. Curious.

The modest apartment had only a couch to occupy the living room, which was currently still dotted with cardboard boxes. A freshly-ironed shirt and work pants lay neatly folded on top of one. You stepped over a few to get to the kitchen, where various unopened appliances were strewn about the counter. Grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, you made a note to finally put everything away in the cupboards tomorrow evening after work.

No TV meant your only sources of entertainment for the time being were your phone and your laptop. It was now evening, and you were slouched on your sofa in the midst of a harrowing ‘Game of Thrones’ episode when a violent guitar riff ripped through the air and made you jump.

These thin-ass walls…

Whoever was playing (very well, you might add) seemed to be next door, so it didn’t take long to follow the sound to the correct number. You knocked impatiently and rang the doorbell too, for good measure. It took a minute for the music to come to a halt before the sound of heavy footsteps approached the door and you heard it unlock.

Once the door creaked open, you weren’t sure where to look first.

Your eyes darted back and forth between the array of piercings on your neighbor’s face and dangling from his ears, the wicks styled to shoot out from his head like an explosion, and his bright red plaid pants before landing on a pair of large eyes set deeply within a dark, angular face.

Judging by the way his pierced brow quirked up in amusement, you weren’t the first to give him a weird look, and wouldn’t be the last.

You remembered how to speak.

“Oh, um- hey,” you began, “I live next door, and I heard you playing–”

The young man’s face lights up and he interrupts, “Oh, d’you like it? It’s a song I’ve been workin’ on for the past few weeks. Finally got the bridge down.”

You blinked. 

“I mean…it’s not bad. It’s great, even, but–”

“Say, I haven’t seen you around before,” he pointed. “You new here?”

The man spoke with a strong Cockney accent, you noticed, with a tinge of something else that made a couple of vowels run together.

“...Yes, I moved in two days ago,” you sighed. “Now that that’s out of the way, I was about to ask if you could maybe play a lil’ quieter? You’re very loud.”

The realization seemed to dawn on him that you weren’t here to applaud his sick guitar riffs, and he winced. You almost felt bad for disappointing him, but you had a show to binge.

“Ah shit, my fault. Got too used to playing on full volume after the last neighbor moved out,” With a hand placed over his chest, he promised, “Won’t happen again.”

You nodded with a tight smile. 

“Thanks. Goodnight,” you said as you turned to leave.

The next few days were quieter, though you could still hear the neighbor’s guitar through the walls at a much more manageable volume. Sometimes you would hear the man humming to himself in his baritone voice. Eventually, you were so used to it that you found yourself falling asleep to the sound.

One Saturday morning, though, you awoke to the peculiar sound of silence. Normally by now you’d be hearing the first few chords of…whatever the guy was working on, then he’d reach the end by mid-afternoon. Part of you wanted to check up on him, but reason held you back; you’d only spoken to him once. Maybe he was just taking an off day.

Unable to return to sleep, you decided to shower and take a walk outside while the air was still comfortably cool.

As soon as the early morning sun hit your face, a familiar head of hair came into view.

There stood your neighbor–band t-shirt and all–in the garden in front of the apartment. Watering the flowers.

Mystery solved.

“So you’re the reason the plants haven’t died yet,” you laughed, causing his head to snap up.

He grinned, and lifted his watering can proudly. “Sure am. Bring some color into the place.”

“I thought it was awful quiet around here,” you remarked. You toyed with the hem of your t-shirt. “How’s the, uh…song going?”

Something between delight and surprise graced his features and made him look boyish. 

He smiled, revealing a crooked front tooth as he replied, “Almost done with it, actually.”

There was silence for a beat, and the both of you shifted awkwardly where you stood. 

Suddenly, a lightbulb went off. 

“Mind playing it for me when you’re done?”

The tall man seemed about ready to run laps around the block at the suggestion.

Quickly setting his watering can down, he replied, “Thought you’d never ask, mate!”

He jogged his way around the perimeter of the garden and over to you. “Can I get your name while we’re at it?”

“Y/N.” You stuck out your hand, and he shook it.

“Hobie.”

[tanukitsuneko-suki]

about drawing gozyuger

honestly they're really intuitive to style because they come with fursonas pre-packaged

hoeru

really needs the strong eyebrows, thick with an angular arch. like how chinese novels describe characters with sword-like eyebrows

red pupils with an O motif (because it matches well with kuon's X... it's a popular choice to draw them with. it's so cool)

tsurime eyes with no lashes, they need to be really dark because he has a strong personality. lashes (especially lower ones) make a character look sexy or mature

his silhouette is closer to an inverted triangle... the upper half is noticeably bulkier. it's probably to emphasize the chest? (lol) he reminds me of werewolves (puffed out chest and possibly ripping his clothes in the full moon)

DON'T FORGET FANGS!!

going straight to mashiro because i just drew him and i'm writing this before i forget

mashiro

FIRST OF ALL. canonically he's associated with bears (and is raising a pet? something. i haven't caught up.) so it's actually more lore accurate to draw him large, cuddly (because pelts are furry and soft), and broad. raising a pet means he has something to protect/protective of (protective mama bear, you get it) so i imagine he's actually the type to be quite warm once you know him. but since he's specifically a polar bear, he's probably quite vicious. out of all the characters i know, he's probably closer to bun black style-wise...

he's wearing a tracksuit which means he's active. additional words that come to mind are loud/energetic/extroverted. but, well, he's not necessarily warm (he's a polar bear) which leads me to think the correct answer is 'popular'. like how high school boys often play basketball in the court and get surrounded by lots of fans... the extroverted sort of charismatic guy that everybody wants to get close to and fears to displease, and yet it's obvious he doesn't consider anybody close... yep...

black is also a classy and expensive color for a tracksuit. it feels designer (especially with that gold hardware). it does take a lot of charisma to uproot the current leader of the pack

not really related but he also reminds me of emperor penguins with that tracksuit color scheme lol

RIGHT back to the topic. i've seen a bunch of art drawing him with clear eyes (lots of reflections) that look like ice and it's amazing

anyway his image is less "refreshing" but more "clean". even the hair is really neat. usually bangs on a character means that they're hiding something (you can't see their eyebrows so stylistically you can't find out what they're feeling), but his forehead his visible... given his character setting, it's not that he's easy to read but that you can't read him even if you tried (see: jeramie brasieri)

about his location: polar bears live in the poles, notoriously cold. i've seen rumors that he's like a teacher..? so maybe he's also a bit ascetic

a cool-themed, neatly groomed character whose associated animal is an aggressive and brutal power type... isn't the gap moe too good (haha)

anyway even with that in mind i really prefer the "polar" part in polar bear so i drew him more like a handsome cool guy. i ignored the bear part i just wanted to draw an ice prince. like a northern duke in a romance fantasy XD (so i didn't make his eyebrows thicker. i really wanted a cool beauty with pale eyes)

silhouette is really wide. that tracksuit is a RECTANGLE. neatly cut too. the pants are a straight cut they just drop straight down

don't forget the necklace with the rectangle teal gem when drawing mashiro. very important. i think if you have to reduce him to symbols it would be a black rectangle with white sides and that necklace

the royal blue in the underside of his cape...lol. they're really making him look so cool (colorwise). when it comes to colors, royalty is usually purple, but it's also a mature and sexy color. royal blue is an alternative, but blue is also the color of officials and scholars, isn't it? so not necessarily prince but definitely well-respected

[fxirybun]

hii fxiry, i saw in your status it says that celeb readings are open? if they are, may i request a reading on joshua’s ideal type :) and if possible what would an ideal date look like for him? like what kind of activities he would like to do, how would he treat his date. hehe ignore this if your readings are still closed tho! thank u!!

ෆ⸒⸒ the card spreads

ෆ⸒⸒ personality-wise

somehow i'm getting ceo vibes when it comes to his ideal type lol. the first thing that came into my mind was how joshua is looking for someone who doesn't spend their money on a whim or simply being a practical individual. instead , the person would rather save or invest their hard-earned money on something else. he's attracted to people who are humble or down-to-earth with what they currently have. he's also drawn to someone who can provide both emotional and financial support when it comes to being in a relationship.

joshua may also prefer a person who's independent or can stand on their own and is capable of taking good care of themselves and others. i feel that his ideal type is leaning more so on the reserved and chill side of things. the metaphor "calm before the storm" kept on repeating in my mind for this tarot session. it seems to me that he's attracted to those who have this patient and calm presence within themselves and how it allows the person to be able to handle the hurdle of their life without breaking a sweat whatsoever.

he may also be drawn to people who have gone through a lot of ups and downs and how it made them not act very emotional or over dramatic with themselves in a particular situation. a sense of balance between the mind and the heart so to speak since joshua doesn't like it when the person lets their emotions get into their head , not being able to take over about the things they need to prioritize on.

ෆ⸒⸒ physical traits

as for appearances , joshua may be attracted to those who have sharp and angular or well-defined features and how there’s something about them that feels cunning or sly. a person who looks sharp and well-put-together with an air of sophistication or quick wit in how they present themselves. oh wait now this reminded me of that one tiktok audio "looks like they could kill you... is a cinnamon roll" lmao. it's like joshua is drawn to people who look cold but underneath it is actually just a person who has a warm and affectionate energy. someone who looks kind , soft , and approachable to other people.

joshua could be attracted to those who may have a gentle or romantic side that draws people in and how he may find this type to be physically appealing for him. an individual who also has this very sweet smile and at the same time , has sharp or deadly eyes that can pierce right through you. he could possibly be attracted to those who pay attention to details of what they're wearing. he may also prefer someone who takes great care of their appearance and has a sense of commitment to their style. perhaps someone who looks elegant based on how they dress or present themselves.

a person who likes to wear pieces of jewelry whilst going out to work or hanging out with someone. "oh , so they're rich-rich" is what i'm getting from joshua's side.