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[royalavera]

Hi! I'm a huge fan of your art and art style! I am an artist as well, but my style is aimed towards the anime art style. Although our styles are different, how did you master anatomy? I've been struggling with it for a long time!

Hi! Thank you so much! It may come as a surprise for you but I still have not mastered anatomy. I follow certain teachings and tricks to make my mistakes as unnoticeable as possible. I recomend you to practice a lot. I recommend you following Chuan Bin Chung's YT channel. he´s a taiwanese god in all anatomy related, I don't understand a word says but I learned a lot just by looking at his process.

Also use Pan's gallery on Pixiv, the account is a treasure of all kinds of poses and all come in different perspectives too.

And last, follow Taco1704's IG, they give the best advice in specific details, they make everything look better.

Hope this helps!

[belphies-cowgirl]

little things you do for them

word count: 500+

Lucifer 

sitting next to him on the piano bench and turning each page of sheet music for him while he plays.

sitting in his lap while cupping the side of his face and rubbing your thumb across his cheekbone in the privacy of his office whenever he's stressed out more than usual (he'll press his forehead against yours and let out a content sigh)

when he opened a package and foam exploded all over him (do better Satan, that was a lame prank) you started to wipe his face clean, but he scrunched his face and tried to pull away because it was embarrassing and "not necessary" (don't let him fool you, he likes it when you baby him like that)

Mammon

that one time you waited for him after one of his modeling gigs with a sweet treat and a kiss because he looked so pretty wearing a suit with his hair slicked back.

running your fingers through his hair despite protests about how he doesn't need to be babied (he does) and that "it's no big deal" after one of his brothers takes a joke a bit too far.

zipping up his jacket for him and warming his hands up with yours whenever it's a bit too cold outside (give him a few minutes to learn how to breathe again because you're holding his hands)

Levi

moving his headset back on top of his head when it starts to slide back during an intense gaming session

leaving little love notes on his monitors sometimes (he has a tiny crisis when he has to take them down)

taking notes for him without him asking you to when he misses class (it melts his heart knowing you took time to copy and colored code your notes again for him)

Satan

rubbing his back while he lays his head on your lap and rants about a heated argument he had with Lucifer.

when you split a cute cat-shaped cookie with him when he decided you should have it instead and that he would order something else.

staying up late with him discussing a book, having little debates about the characters and plot points (he finds it endearing when you go on tangents or talk with your hands)

Asmo

letting him hold your hand while he searches through clothes racks 

moving a few loose strands of hair out of his face when he’s focused on painting his nails 

liking all his devilgram posts when you have some free time to go through them (feels really appreciated when he sees you've spammed his notifications because he posts A LOT)

Beel

gently wiping food off his face because he gets messy sometimes and doesn't realize it 

handing him an ice-cold water bottle while he's working out and dabbing his forehead with a cool towel when he gets too sweaty 

giving him snacks between classes so his stomach doesn't growl too loudly during classes (poor baby gets embarrassed when it happens during an exam)

Belphie

putting a makeshift pillow under his head when he falls asleep on uncomfortable-looking surfaces

moving his hair out of his face when you're trying to wake him up (he playfully nips at your hand sometimes)

sleeping with a few of his blankets so they smell like you and he can bury himself under them when you're gone (2 hours running errands and he acts like you abandoned him) 

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[tyunni]

NISHIMURA RIKI B☆YFRIEND HEADCANONS...

ㅤㅤㅤㅤenhypen masterlist | library | ni-ki bf hc part 1

a/n: man when will it be may over riki era... probably never. anyways pt 2 to my riki bf headcanons post 😭 p.s. i DID post this on a side blog a while ago to try out tags so if u saw that no u didnt lol

genre: fluff ☝️ warnings: not proofread, kissing, if you want me to add anything please let me know!

idrk how to start this off so we're just gonna get str8 into it yeah lets GO

he is so whipped for you it's actually concerning. everyone can tell he is absolutely head over heels for you. from the way his eyes sparkle when he looks at you to the way he can't shut up about you, it's just so obvious.

he adores you, honestly.

he can't help but smile when he sees you, always admiring you. doesn't matter what you're doing; be it you brushing your teeth, eating food, putting your shoes on, or sleeping. doesn't matter! he's watching you with hearts in his eyes and a grin spread across his face from ear to ear.

his heart swells whenever you hug and/or kiss him. he may not act like it, but he is so soft for you it's actually insane. he melts in your arms the second you wrap them around him. feels safe and content, closing his eyes as he buries his head in your shoulder.

physical affection is very very important to him, it makes him feel special. he enjoys it more than he likes to admit, to be honest!

he loves loves loves kisses!! you littering kisses all over his face? he's down. him littering kisses all over your face? he's down. a kiss on his cheek? absolutely! giving him a big phat smooch on the lips?? you just made him the happiest boy ever!!!!!

(more under the cut!)

if you cup his face in your hands and just enjoy the moment as you get lost in each other's eyes he will get all mushy and lovey dovey. it's moments like these that make him realize just how in love he is with you, how much he cherishes you, and how he wants to show you he appreciates you.

riki isn't really the best with words, it's a bit awkward for him to verbalize his feelings toward you... and also impossible as well, because he simply can not describe the overwhelming amount of love he has for you.

but whenever the time calls, he can list a thousand reasons as to why he fell in love with you. from your beauty to your personality, he notices things about you even you don't notice, and it never fails to make you smile (which is basically all that matters to him)

3AM dates with riki? 3AM dates with riki.

it's a must, honestly. whenever he can't sleep he almost always messages you. he doesn't like to bother you, but he can't help it! he's so bored and you're his s/o, who else would he spam at like 2 in the morning??

he's always amused when you answer him & complain about how you were about to go to sleep and how he disturbed you. but he knows you're lying by the way you're refusing to leave when he tells you he won't mind if you go to bed and that he can always just go back to scrolling through tiktok.

"oh you're sleepy? okay 👍 i'll just go back to tiktok then" "NO DONT GO IM NOT GOING TO SLEEP YET"

and when he offers to go snack hunting at a 24 hour convenience store, who are you to refuse? and even if you were to refuse... too bad he's literally at your door right now, open up y/n <3

sometimes he doesn't even message you beforehand, he just randomly shows up at your house and the next thing you know you're taking a walk while everyone else in your neighborhood is sound asleep.

tries his best to be super cliche romantic with you. says he does it only cuz he knows you want him to do it, when in reality a part of him has always wanted to recreate those overused cute scenes in romance movies.

he will never admit to it, but sometimes he purposefully sets your dates on the days he knows there will be rain. he checks the weather beforehand just to make sure it's a rainy day 😭

but why? you may ask...

so he can take off his warm jacket and drape it over your figure when he notices you shaking and shivering beside him. so he can pull out his umbrella - specifically the smallest umbrella he could find at the dorms so he has an excuse to pull your body against his side and protect you from the rain droplets that slowly fall onto the top of your head.

and most importantly, so he can walk you home, discard the umbrella once he reaches your doorstep, watch as the rain drops glide down from your head to your face. and then he leans in and gently wipes them away from your features as he smiles softly when he notices your breath hitch at the close proximity. his hands then find their way to your cheeks, thumbs wiping away more droplets as the rain gets heavier and heavier. and at this point neither of you care that your clothes are basically drenched. all that you can focus on is how he's so gently holding your face in his hands, how he's looking into your eyes with so much love and adoration, and how he is so close to you that you can admire all the pretty moles that are scattered across his face, thinking that it's impossible for him to get any closer. but when he tilts his head and somehow shortens the proximity even more you can't help but flutter your eyes shut as you feel his lips lightly graze over yours. but he doesn't kiss you. he simply smiles before completely pulling away, grabbing his umbrella and walking off.

Yeah HE'S ANNOYING 😑😑😑👎👎👎

and when u run inside your house pull out ur phone and proceed to spam him telling him he can't just do that & that if he pulls that shit on you ever again ure gonna break up w him...

yeah he just smirks 🧍‍♀️ bcuz he knows u dont mean it- OF COURSE U DON'T- he's got u wrapped around his finger, there's no way out, i fear...

but let's not pretend he's not wrapped around your finger... cuz he is.

if you suddenly call him to hang out or tell him you miss him he is basically running to your location!!

but not before pretending that he's too busy and complaining about how you're so "needy" and "obsessed" with him, but in a lighthearted manner obviously.

he would rather step on a bunch of spikey nails with his bare feet than upset you with his words. and if he feels that his words affected you in a bad way he will kiss you all over your face and reassure you that he didn't mean it like that

he's soft but just for you 🫰

well... maybe not just for you but he's definitely the most comfortable showing you his soft side 🫶 you're basically the only one he doesn't feel awkward sharing his lovey dovey mushy thoughts with

even though he's confident now, just like the first few months of your relationship, he still gets shy around you. he thinks it's embarrassing, but you think it's cute :)

for example, when he tries to call you new pet names that you two aren't usually used to.

the second the word sweetheart left his lips he immediately turned away from your figure, hid his face in his hands and cringed at himself for even contemplating calling you that. you had to practically beg him to turn around because he was refusing to look at you for a good 5 minutes 😭

"that was so bad, y/n. why did i say that?"

and then he whines about it to you so if you want him to shut up you have to hold his face and give him a quick kiss

one time you tried shutting him up by putting your hand over his mouth... but it backfired. he licked your palm 🧍‍♀️ so naturally, you used his shirt as a tissue and wiped your palm on him while complaining about how gross he was

yeah... a kiss it is.

speaking of kisses, he loves them

more specifically, he loves catching you off guard with them.

you two could be play fighting with pillows, watching a movie, bickering, cuddling, simply talking and suddenly his lips are on yours?

mostly he pulls this on you when you two are playing video games and he feels that there's a chance he might lose to you

he puts down his controller, gently grabs your chin, squishes your cheeks so your lips pout and gently puts his plush lips on yours.

inevitably, you close your eyes. biggest mistake you've ever made.

with one hand still squishing your cheeks and his lips still moving in sync with yours, he uses his other hand to pick up his controller and beats your ass in the game

when you hear the victory cheers coming from the TV you quickly open your eyes and gasp in shock at the sight of the screen.

you call him a dirty cheater, which is true...

but is it really cheating if he's kissing you?

"you cheated!! you were kissing me just to distract me, what the hell?!"

"it's not cheating if you don't get caught 😁"

"that doesn't even apply to this scena-"

boom! he kisses you again.

he's a shithead. but he's your shithead.

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[mattslutt]

ALL NIGHT

m.sturniolo

contains: collage au, smut, bondage, pet names, dacryphilia, overstimulation, dom!matt.

summary: you fuck every other night with the most popular and smartest guy in collage.

I couldn’t focus in class at all. Staring at the paper sheet, at questions that I need to answer and they have to be done by the end of the class but my mind keeps tracing back to last night when I was a complete mess; moaning and whimpering his name while he rammed into me non stop, overstimulating me every single fucking time.

I am always craving for his touch on my skin, for his lips on specific places, for his teasing and slight humiliation cuz he does it so good. I’m always so lost after our nights but he seems to be doing perfectly fine.

I shorty glanced at him in class, he was already done with all of the questions and he was just chilling, he turned to look at me and the most sexiest smirk curved onto his lips, he grinned at turned around and typed something on his phone.

I received a nonfiction, my phone was next to me.

matt:

tonight. 7pm.

I looked back at him again and let out a quiet frustrated sigh but I smiled at him.

y/n:

not tonight. gotta study.

I turned the phone off looking at him, waiting for his reaction, he turned to look at me and he had that one expression on his face that said “c’mon, stop pretending”, something like that.

matt:

don’t wanna get your brains fucked out again?

I gasped at the message, my eyes went wide and I looked at him, to see him smirking again, giggling quietly.

y/n:

you’re getting me fucked up.

matt:

and i’ll get you fucked up tonight too ;)

I slightly blushed at the message putting the phone down on the table looking at him, he was already looking at me with the biggest grin on his face.

After classes…

I was walking in the corridors when I suddenly felt someone pull me by my hand and drag me into the nearest empty room. My breath hitched but I soon realised that it was Matt due to his hand placement. Matt buried his face onto my shoulder and he attacked my neck with kisses.

“Matt. You know we can’t be doing this right now.”

“I don’t care. I need you so bad”, Matt whispered with a raspy voice, he knew his raspy voice made me even weaker for him. I turned to face him.

“Pretty doll”, Matt teased as he played with my hair.

“Don’t call me that.”

“What? Doll?”

I nodded my head but i secretly liked it.

“I know you love it when I call you that. You’re probably already soaking wet in those panties.”, Matt teased as he got closer to me, pulling me closer to his body and almost touching my lips.

My breath hitched as I closed my eyes as I murmured “fuck” under my breath. Matt trailed his fingers around my skirt and I immediately pulled his hands away.

“C’mon, baby.”, in his mind he wanted to get rid and rip this god damn skirt off of you, he wanted to feel you and he needed to feel you.

“Just like you said, 7pm tonight”, I whispered teasingly, trying to leave the room but Matt was quick enough to grab me by my hand and kiss me. The kiss was very sloppy and hungry, I could feel how needy he was, his hands were on my waist pulling me closer every moment, he entered his tongue into my mouth causing me to let out a small whimper as our tongues collided together.

I pulled away from the kiss, both of our breaths were heavy. I smiled at him and then slowly opened the door to get out.

“I’ll see you tonight, doll”.

At 7pm…

Matt has been spamming me for the last ten minutes while im getting ready in my collage dorm. Tonight I wanted to tease him, drive him crazy so I was dressing up just like how he liked it, the jeans and the top that he loves. The jeans were flared and had greyish shades, the top was white with long sleeves and a cut out in the middle ; perfectly show off my chest. He didn’t care about makeup that much but he liked it natural so that’s what I did, but I didn’t do it all of this just for him, I of course did this for myself. His favourite fit on me was my favourite too.

I quickly sprayed on some good girl perfume on myself and straightened my hair, picked up my phone and dorm keys and stormed out. I knocked on his door, he opened the door and i almost passed out. He just got out of the shower, his hair wet and messy, a towel wrapped around his waist.

“You’re late”, he spoke.

I was so desperate that I immediately leaned in to kiss him pressing my lips onto his, he was quickly taken aback but within seconds he was kissing me back. He closed the door, not pulling away and he leaned me against the wall, grabbing my hands and pinning them above my head. The look of lust in his eyes made me want to moan on the spot. He brought his lips to my neck, biting and sucking before kissing. Soft whimpers were escaping my mouth.

He slowly pulled away as he was looking straight into my eyes

“You smell so good”.

“Your favourite perfume”.

“Fuck, you’re so good to me”.

He kissed me again, this time softly picking me up into his arms and placing me onto his bed. He started to slowly take off my top as his mouth immediately traveled to my chest, placing kisses everywhere.

“I need you so bad”, I whined.

With that being said Matt ripped the jeans off of me immediately as his fingers trailed around my thong.

“Such a slut for me.”, Matt teased me as kissed me on the lips.

“Please”, I whined again, I looked pathetic but I need him.

“Since you pissed me off today durning class, I’ll have to punish you somehow”, Matt spoke with a calm tone which scared me. I saw him grabbing ropes from his drawer, he pinned my arms above my head and tied them up.

He slowly spread my legs and leaned into kiss me while his fingers were teasing my wetness where I needed him the most. He slowly rubbed it, painfully in a slow peace on purpose which caused me to whimper and I felt him smirk into the kiss. As I deepened the kiss because I was that desperate I felt him slowly slide his fingers into me and pump them in and out, deeply.

I pulled away from the kiss throwing my head back and moaning loudly.

“You like that, doll?”.

I couldn’t speak at all because his fingers felt so good inside me, I couldn’t even talk.

“Answer me”, Matt demanded as he started to aggressively pump his fingers inside me causing me to moan loudly.

“Fu-ck”, please don’t stop”, I managed to mumble out as he leaned it to kiss me again while his fingers worked magic.

I felt that I was close cuz my legs were trembling and I squeezed my eyes shut.

“Look at me or I’ll stop”, Matt demanded.

I wasn’t even able to hear him properly. Matt shoved his fingers even deeper and before I was able to let out another moan he kissed me. My legs were trembling and with one last final push with his fingers inside me I squirted all around his fingers, thinking he would stop but I was wrong. He continued, tears were streaming down my face as I saw Matt with the biggest grin on his face, he leaned in to kiss my forehead.

“You’re doing so good, doll”.

“I can’t feel my arms”, I breathed out.

“Good, I’m not gonna untie them anytime soon”.

Another tear rolled down my face and Matt softly chuckled.

“You’re so cute when you cry”.

Matt slowly leaned it and started to untie my arms as he looked into my eyes the whole time.

“You did so good, doll. But let’s see if you’ll be able to handle this round”, Matt whispered as he kissed my forehead. He slowly tapped my mouth and spread my legs and lowered himself between my thighs. He slowly tied them to the bed and started teasing me. I need him there the most so I just grabbed his hair and lowered him. I felt him smirking but that was a sign for him to keep going so he immediately started swirling his tongue all over it, he slowly slid his fingers inside making me throw my head back and gasp loudly.

I didn’t even last a few minutes, squirting all over his fingers again. He looked up at me and removed the tape from my mouth.

“Stick your tongue out”.

He slid his fingers inside my mouth as I sucked on them, I was making a doe eye face expression on purpose. He slowly pulled his fingers out.

“I need to feel you, doll, please.”

I smirked at him because I needed him inside me more than anything

He understood my face expression as a yes so he spread my legs even more widely, pushing slowly inside me which made both of us throw our heads back, I heard Matt groaning and cursing under his breath. He started to ram into me as he wrapped one of his hands on my neck, the slapping noises were echoing the room as my moans were getting louder with every ram.

“Fuck. You’re so tight”, Matt whispered under his breath, fastening the peace.

I wasn’t able to speak at all anymore, I just nodded and let out whimper sounds as answers. He picked up the peace even more, resting his head onto my chest, bringing both of us closer to our edge.

“Cum inside me”, I breathed out.

“Yeah?”, he breathed heavily.

“Please”.

Matt wrapped his second hand onto my neck and rammed into me violently fast, I felt tears streaming down my face as I screamed, feeling his hot liquid fill me up.

He untied my legs and leaned into kiss me before pulling away.

“This felt so fucking good”, I whispered.

“I needed this”, Matt whispered back, playing with my hair.

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omfg. i feel like writing this was crazy but anyways. hope you enjoy it guys. i love you all 💗

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[wol-fica]

[ℝ𝔼ℂℍ𝔸ℤ𝔸𝕄𝔼]-ℙ𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘-

pairings - jennaortega x fem!reader

summary - simpy reader is back at it again with doing whatever Jenna wants, and we are here for it

warnings - fluff, jenna is such a sweetheart

an - summer is gonna kick my butt this year

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You yawned, rolling over in your bed to grasp onto the pillow behind you. Warmth from the rising sun coated your body, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin.

Your face was buried in the pillow, the faint smell of Jenna’s sweet perfume invading your senses. She has been gone for over five months with filming a new movie, details to you were unknown as she was required to keep her mouth shut about production until the release date would be announced.

To say that you were incredibly disappointed when you found out she would be gone for so long, would be an understatement. Hugging her goodbye at the airport was one of the hardest things you have ever had to do, besides burying your dog, but that sadness is on a whole other level that you can’t begin to describe.

The sound of your ringtone jolted you out of your half-asleep state, causing you to groan unpleasantly. You rolled over, a few joints popping the process, and blindly felt around your nightstand for your phone. Once you picked it up, you moved back into your previous position to see why your phone was ringing.

An unknown number appeared at the top of your screen, ringing from Venice, Italy. Initially, you ignored it and put your phone back, assuming it was a spam call. But after it rang two more times, you decided to pick it up.

“Hello?” You said, voice heavy with sleep.

“Hi, is this Y/N Y/L/N?” A soft male voice asked.

“Yes.” You replied, sitting up and rubbing your eyes before looking at your alarm clock, “Who is this? It’s 7:30 in the morning, why are you calling me?”

“I’m Jenna Ortega’s assistant, I’m calling to tell you that she is flying in to the airport and will be picked up in about an hour.”

You froze on the spot, your index finger in your mouth trying to pick your teeth.

“What did you say?” You asked, now much more awake and present.

“That Jenna is flying in and will be-.”

“She’s not supposed to be back until July 23rd.”

“Jenna wanted to come home instead of staying with her friend to celebrate for the last couple weeks, hence why she is going to be picked up in an hour.” He said, slight irritation in his voice.

“Why’d she not tell me this?” You questioned more to yourself than him as you stood up to head to your bathroom.

“I am no wiser than you, I’m just here to relay the message she gave to me.”

“Okay, thanks for calling.” You murmured, a ping of sadness in the back of your throat.

“Of course, have a nice day.”

You sighed, sliding your phone into your pocket and grabbing your toothbrush from the counter, running it under water before bringing it to your mouth.

Why would she not tell you she was coming home? What could she possibly be doing for weeks on end that would be considered ‘celebrating’? Who is this ‘friend’ she could’ve stayed with for that long? What was she not telling you?

“Fuck.” You said, spitting out the toothpaste and staring at yourself in the mirror.

Your eyes trailed over yourself, taking in your appearance and your flaws. Insecurities bubbled up inside of you, making your brain jump into an overthinking mode. You started to point out things about yourself that could and would potentially cause Jenna to not love you anymore; some being your thighs, your weight, and even your eyes which Jenna always fawns over.

You seemed to be staring for awhile, because the sound of a doorbell startled you out of your daze.

“Is she home already?” You mumbled, checking your phone to see the time, “Damn okay.”

You hurried to the front door, running your hand through your hair to look at least somewhat presentable before turning the handle and opening it.

There stood Jenna, dressed in adidas loungewear, a hat, and her infamous black headphones strung around her neck. Her many suitcases were behind her, plus a man who looked to be carrying more of her bags.

“Hey.” She said, a smile on her face as she stepped in to your shared apartment.

She pulled her suitcase behind her, gesturing to the man where to put her bags. He set them in the kitchen, eyed you in your oversized band shit and thankfully hidden underwear, and saw himself out.

“Baby.” You turned to Jenna’s voice, blushing when you saw her opening her arms to you.

You obliged, walking straight into her body, wrapping your arms around her to pull her into a tight hug. She was warm, and smelled of stale coffee but you didn’t mind. Her arms pulled you in closer, her nose burying into your hair as she inhaled your shampoo.

“I guess you missed me.” She noted, swaying you slightly as a calming method, “Am I correct?”

“Mmph.” You hummed, not wanting to let go of such a comfortable person, “You’re warm.”

Jenna giggled, music to your ears, and made an effort to rub your arms with her hands to heat you up. You groaned against her, tucking your face into her neck.

“Did I wake you up?” She asked, one of her hands sliding up your back and into your hair, “You look like you just did.”

“Your snappy assistant woke me.” You murmured, sighing when she started to massage your scalp.

“Oh Jack? Yeah he is a bit of a pushover.”

You snorted, giving her a squeeze before leaning back to be face to face with her. She gazed at you, her brown eyes searching yours as she bumped her nose into yours.

“C’mere.” You mumbled before moving forward and connecting your lips to hers.

She sighed happily, wrapping her arms around your neck to keep you close to her. Your lips slid against hers, the soft sounds of kissing filling your kitchen.

“Yeah, I missed you.” Jenna whispered between kisses, humming when you pushed her up against the counter so she would sit on it.

“Five months is way too long.” You said, squeezing her thigh with your hand, “Don’t leave for that long again, please.”

She nodded, tilting your chin back with her hand to press her lips to your neck before hopping off of the counter and heading towards your bedroom.

“Can you grab my bags for me please?” She called behind her, eyes cast down to her phone.

Immediately you did, grabbing her things and following her into your shared bedroom. She was seated on the bed, scrolling through her phone while you set her bags down and go to work putting her clothes away in her closet.

You organized it neatly, knowing that Jenna preferred her clothes to go in rainbow order from t-shirts to pants. As you worked, you failed to notice that she had laid down on her bed and was watching you.

“You wanna get some food later?” She asked, making you turn around to meet her gaze, “Just me and you?”

You smiled, nodding in agreement, and turned back to finish unpacking for her. Once you put all of her clothes away, she was quick to find an outfit for you that was suitable in her eyes, and then you both were off into the town.

The car ride was peaceful, windows down and a nice breeze flowing through. Jenna had your hand in her lap, her fingers intertwined with yours while your other hand held the steering wheel. Music played softly over the radio, a song that made your passenger hum along contently.

“Left at the next light.” Jenna said to you, her eyes focused on the directions on her phone.

You followed her words, turning your (actually Jenna’s) car down a narrow road until you found a parking spot to stop at. After you turned the car off, you hurried out and over to Jenna’s side so you could open the door for her.

She giggled when you did, leaning up to plant a kiss on your cheek and murmuring something about being such a chivalrous lady, before taking your hand and leading you along to where she wanted to go.

The restaurant she picked was gorgeous, a little cottage breakfast spot that had a great view of the beach below. Jenna asked to be seated outside, meaning you were down on the sand instead of inside the cozy restaurant.

“We’ll both take a water to start.” Jenna told the waiter as you both sat down, a sweet smile on her face as he walked away.

One of the many perks of being with Jenna, is that she knew you so well that she could speak for you almost whenever. You weren’t big on public social interactions, so Jenna took the role of talking for you and being your anchor while being out and about with her.

“What looks appealing to you?” She asked, her brown eyes scanning over the menu, “Anything?”

“Eggs Benedict sounds delicious to me.” You said thoughtfully, setting your menu down to give you full attention to your girlfriend.

“That does sound good.” She replied, her eyes glinting with excitement when she saw a certain meal on the menu, “Oooo Avocado Toast.”

You smiled, shamelessly admiring her from across the table. Under the golden glow of the early morning sun, she looked extremely radiant; full of light and joy that had your heart thumping like a drum.

How you got to become her girlfriend, it was beyond you to understand, but you were very aware of how lucky you were. Jenna is one in a million, and you were the soul person she chose to let into her closely guarded life. She made you feel wanted and cared for, and that was something you cherished everyday.

“Here is your waters.” Your waiter said, appearing out of absolutely nowhere, “Have we decided on our orders?”

“Avocado Toast with some tomate slices and vinegar,” Jenna said, peering at the menu, “And an order of Eggs Benedict with the pepper on the side, please.”

Your waiter nodded, finishing jotting down your orders before taking your menus and walking away.

“It’s nice out.” Jenna noted, staring at the waves rolling over the sand, “I bet the water is warm.”

“Do you want to go swim or something?” You joked, sipping your water with a grin.

“We should, it would be nice.” She said, turning her eyes back to you.

“You just wanna see me in a swimsuit.”

“I’ve seen you in less.”

You blushed, your nose scrunching up while your face flushed red. Jenna suppressed a laugh, holding her hand out for you to take while she tried not to giggle.

“It’s nice having you here, Jen.” You said, resting your hand in hers, “I did miss you.”

“I promise those long filming times will be cut a lot shorter.” She mumbled, chin her in her hand as she lovingly gazed at you, “I have more important things that doing a movie.”

“Like what?”

“Like you.”

“Oh my god.” You pulled your hand away, hiding your face while Jenna properly laughed this time.

“Seriously though,” She said, taking a sip of water, “I’ll be with you much more often from now on.”

You nodded into your hands, only sitting up when your food arrived. The meal was delicious and perfectly subdued your growling stomach from lack of food earlier this morning. Once you both finished and Jenna paid the bill, she took your hand and pulled you onto the beach for a walk along the shore.

She tucked herself into your side, pulling your arm around her shoulders while her own went around your waist. Every now and then, she would lean up and press a few kisses to your jaw while you walked, causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach. You soon realized she was doing it when people walked by, putting on a little show of how much she adored and owned you.

“No need to be possessive baby.” You reassured, stopping when she cupped your cheeks, “I’m only for you.”

“Better be.” She murmured lowly before stepping on her tiptoes to kiss you.

You recuperated immediately, slotting your lips into hers. She tasted different from this morning, hints of cherry lipgloss and a breath mint were on her tongue, but you weren’t complaining.

“I love you.” Jenna said after pulling back to catch her breath, “I love you so much.”

“I love you more,” You replied, leaning into her hand, “And most.”

Her eyes softened, a genuine gentle smile on her face. She pulled you in again, giving your lips a kiss that was only ever reserved for you; soft and loving that made your heart flutter pleasantly.

“Te amo, mi amor.” She murmured against your lips.

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i need a new tag list :/

[ccbunnv]

HI, I LOVED WORK U DID OF VILLAIN BILL!! COULD U MAYBE DO THAT BUT IT'S LIKE SOFT, GENTLE SMUT? LIKE SHES EAGER AND WHINING FOR MORE WHILE HES JUST BEING GENTLE WITH HER

my first smut in a long while,,

˖°🦇ִ ࣪𖤐 villain! bill x fem! reader smut

it was night, the moon remained proudly in the sky, displaying it amongst the sea of stars who shined just as brightly as she did. you slept comfortably in your cushy bed, your head buried in the soft pillows when your phone buzzed with a notification.

awoken by the vibration, you reached over and grabbed it. you were sure you had silenced it before going to sleep, but perhaps you had forgotten it. you were expecting just spam mail, but you weren't expecting a message from your boyfriend, Bill Kaulitz.

a few weeks back, he had left for an auction at a secluded island somewhere in the north sea, because the hosts were auctioning off a book filled with confidential secrets about the city council that he could use in one of his plans.

he had messaged you the image of the book he acquired with a follow-up on when he was going to reach you and his place. well, you wanted to surprise him then. a couple of ideas spring out of your sea of thoughts.

𓆩♱𓆪

awkwardly, you stood in front of the bedroom mirror, slowly caressing the bump of your breasts down to the curve of your waist. you massaged your hips, wondering if the new matching pair of underwear worked well on your figure.

the dark red, shadowed by the black lace, and an intricate teardrop-shaped rhinestone that hung betwixt both cups, really brought out the shape of your chest. it made you feel sexy, and you knew he would love it.

the sound of keys turning made you jolt, wondering if he was home already. you threw on a t-shirt and shorts to hide your lingerie underneath, and quickly exited to greet him. his long dreads rest on his shoulders, and he immediately responds to your greeting.

"meine schatz!" he said enthusiastically, opening his arms to welcome you in them. he kissed your lips happily, "I've missed you."

"I missed you too, love." you whispered, nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck, taking in the scent of his cologne.

"weeks without you," he mumbled, "hellish. I don't know how I've been able to live before I met you."

you snickered at his comment as he kissed the sides of your face, as if enjoying every inch of you that he didn't get to kiss while he was away.

he buried his face into your neck, placing delicate kisses as his hands snake under your shirt, touching every centimeter of your skin, savouring its texture under his fingertips.

his kisses were continuous, worshipping your every bit and piece, his hands creeping upwards towards your breasts. he whispered, "I need you, Maus, do you think you can give yourself to me?"

"please." you responded breathily, to which he smiled.

he lead you into the bedroom and shut the door, while you sat yourself on the bed. you could feel the mattress sink as he climbed onto it, his body towering over yours as he leaned in.

his cold hands entered your shirt, fingertips brushing against every nook and cranny of your body, each curve and surface. eventually, he pulled it off and threw it to the side.

your sensual bra now exposed, his breath hitched and a smile crept onto his lips. he whispered, "darling, all this for me?"

you nodded, waiting for him to do more than just caress your body.

"my, how gorgeous." he pressed his lips against your midriff, slowly trailing his kisses down to just slightly below your belly button. his hands toyed with the waistband of your shorts, before he slid them off and threw them aside.

he grinned at the sight of the matching panties, and let out a loving sigh. he pushed you down by your belly, and whispered, "what a lucky life I live."

"hm!" you let out a moan as he pressed his finger against your clothed pussy, his lips now finding settlement upon your inner thighs.

he was slow and gentle, savouring you, while you wanted him to simply rearrange your insides.

his hands lifted your thighs, your calves now resting on his shoulders as he nuzzled his nose into the wet spot of your panties, eliciting another moan from your lips.

his teeth dug into the elastic band of your underwear, and he pulled it down, his hands leaving your thighs momentarily to tug your panties off and throw them aside.

one they were off, he took in the sight of your wet pussy. he seperated your folds with his middle and index finger, and he groaned at the sight of your cunt dripping with arousal.

"fuck, so pretty..." he praised, leaning in to lap up your juices. he thrusted his tongue into your hole, enjoying every inch his tongue could reach.

his hands found its way back to your thighs, and he gripped it tight in your hands to stabilise himself. his fingernails dug deep into your plush thighs, leaving crescent shaped marks in its place.

your hands reached down and tangled themselves within his dreadlocks, gripping them tight as he indulged in your taste. his cold metal tongue piercing brushed against your warm core with each thrust, and you would whine out whenever it did.

he would leave grunts of enjoyment to accompany the sound of his tongue delving in and out of your hole, and it would only fuel to the burning pit in your stomach.

"uhn...I'm about to cum, p-please..." you whimpered out, arching your back slightly as your hips bucked upwards into his mouth.

his hands moved from your thighs to your hips, holding it down onto the bed as he continued to savour your essence, drinking it down like he was some thirsty beast.

"f-fuck!" you whined, writhing under his grip, your legs lifted slightly as you came all over his face.

he pulled away shortly after, his nose all the way down to his lower lip glistening with your nectar and your cum. he licked it up and hummed, "delicious..."

"so good for me, hm, schatzi?" he mumbled, getting up and taking his shirt off. he threw it to the floor, following your shirt and shorts, to be forgotten until the sun rose to grace the skies.

he undid his studded belt, discarding it to the side. he unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, but he doesn't take them off just yet. he teased you with the prominent bulge in his pants, just to see you squirm and whine.

leaning over once more, his hands unhooked your bra swiftly and throws them aside, freeing your breasts from their confinement. he groaned, taking one of your nipples into his mouth while his hand played with the other one.

his tongue brushed against your sensitive bud, pressing against it as he rolled the other one in between his thumb and index finger, pinching it and pulling on it slightly.

you wrapped your legs around his waist, letting whorish moans slip out of your lips as he gave you pleasure just by something as mundane as that.

he grinned as he pulled away, now noticing how puffy they had gotten. "cute." he murmured, playing with them a little bit more until he noticed your eyes drifting down to his cock.

"...you want it?" he asked softly, toying with the elastic waistband of his Calvin Klein boxers.

you nodded, biting on your bottom lip.

"fine, just because you dressed up for me." he cooed, kissing your forehead. he tugged his pants off and threw them to the floor, the tent in his boxers no longer restricted behind his tight leather pants.

god, another minute longer and you would've ripped them off.

he chuckled as you watched eagerly, your eyes practically sparkling as he slowly pulled them off. his dick sprang out, gracing your eyes. each vein that trailed up to his tip was like a stairway to heaven.

well, you're certain you wouldn't end up in heaven but, you know.

the slit at his tip was oozing precum, glossing over his skin, and you couldn't help but swallow the lump in your throat. he chuckled again, bringing you back to your senses.

with a gentle push, you ended up on your back again. he lifted your legs, and lined his cock against your pussy. he whispered, "ready?"

you nodded breathlessly, and you managed out one simple word while your heart drummed in your chest, "please..."

he bit his lower lip, savouring the fact that you were begging for his dick. he laughed, "alright, calm down, schatz."

he pushed the tip in and you winced, feeling it stretch you open. you didn't get to have him in for weeks, and the dildos weren't cutting it, they just weren't his size.

slowly, he pushed it in furthur, and you felt full already even though it was only halfway in. a few more seconds in, and he pushed his entire shaft inside. you let out a choked gasp, relishing its girth and length.

a little bulge showed just a little bit under your belly button, and he smirked. his manicured hand trailed up from your pelvis to the area of the bulge, and he pressed it down, drawing out a sultry moan from the depths of your throat.

he laughed a little, "so cute, Maus."

he pulled out a little and pushed it back in, picking up speed along the way. the way his dick entered and exited, the pounding only increasing in strength and speed, it was all you've ever wanted.

your hands found refuge in the sheets, gripping it tightly as he thrusted into you, the salient bulge disappearing before reappearing. moans escaped your lips, even when you tried to seal them shut.

you tilted your head down, and the vision of his thick length pounding right into you was making your stomach churn. the tight feeling in your lower abdomen was only growing tighter with his every thrust.

a choked whimper escaped your throat and a soft laughter was its reply. each sound that left you was stifled, the sensation growing to be too much to your body. with a loud cry, the tension in your lower tummy snapped, and you came all over his cock.

he continued to thrust into you, grunts escaping his lips while he fucked you through your orgasm as he had yet to reach his. this was such a big ego boost to him, ravishing you whilst cooing praises.

"ngh..." he grunted as his hips staggered, his movements growing sluggish as his orgasm approached. you felt yours coming too, and you let out a whine in response.

"cum with me, love." he mumbled, his back arching as his cock twitched inside you. you nodded, your hips thrusting upwards to match his pace.

he leaned down and buried his face into the crook of your neck as you came again, your thighs trembling as your third orgasm washed over you. ropes of his cum spurted out, decorating your insides with a milky white.

he pulled out, leaving a trail of his seed behind. he inhaled and exhaled, "I needed that."

you nodded tiredly, slowly flipping to your side. he smiled warmly, crawling to your side and and bringing you into his arms. his body was sticky with sweat and so was yours, the heat radiating off his body only growing tenfold.

"I love you." he mumbled against your shoulder.

"I love you too." you responded, your eyes growing heavy.

it didn't take you long to fall asleep. everything else aside, you were glad he was home safe.

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[popponn]

bring your boyfriend to work day. (bachira meguru x reader)

summary: aw you forgot something, but it’s okay your boyfriend who rarely has an empty schedule—has an empty schedule right now! aren’t you happy he is visiting you at your workplace? (bachira ver.)

notes: no warnings except minor curse words, just a clingy bf bored by an empty schedule, 'baby' as pet name from bachira, gn!reader, kisses ❤, post canon / pro player au.

other version: (tba!!!) sae ; rin ; isagi ; chigiri ; nagi

“Baby!!!” Meguru threw himself at you the moment you step out of the building.

Like a trained and seasoned Bachira Meguru catcher, you easily wrap your hands around him and caught him without a stumble. “Meguru!” you greeted back with a light squeeze as you let Meguru buried his face on your shoulder. For a moment, you nearly forgot the spam of crying emojis and messages in uppercases full of typos. After a moment of laughter and affection, you shifted your smile into a calmer, more dotting one, “So, what did I forget?”

Meguru quite literally plucked his face off you as he jolted at the reminder, “Right!”

Then, with the hands that were still wrapped around your waist, he pulled you towards him and pressed a light peck on your lips before quickly placing another round of kisses on your cheeks, forehead and nose. Under the flurry of his kisses, you could only blink in confusion, “Huh?”

Your boyfriend pressed two kisses on each of your eyelids before finally stopping and cupped your cheeks to let your gaze meet his. With a face that was too serious and adorable, he said, “My kisses! My morning kisses! How could you just left me like that?”

You blinked once again, trying to remember this morning. Then, you laughed at the memory of Meguru, bundled up inside your shared blanket. Affectionately, you placed your hands on top of his, “I kissed your forehead, you know. Though, you were sleeping at the time.”

“Oh,” Meguru said.

“Oh,” you chuckled, in return.

“Well, then,” Meguru bounced back to his own pace after a beat. “Think of that as ‘work hard and well’ kisses from me!”

��I will,” you couldn’t held back the blooming lovesick grin away from your face. “Thank you, Meguru.”

“Nye he he!” Meguru grinned back in return and pressed another kiss on your lips. When he parted, still with a bright face, “Well, then, see ‘ya, Baby! Will pick you up later!”

Before you could tell him not to, Bachira Meguru walked away with joy in every steps he took. With a sigh full of fond exasperation, you could only silently let him and walked back to your work. At least this time you got an extra motivation to finish early so your boyfriend could return sooner from whatever he would do soon.

(additional notes: Bachira Meguru went off and visited some of his acquaintances out of blue within 5 hours before returning to you and walked home with you hand in hand as he dribbled a soccer ball, that appeared from somewhere as it wasn’t with him before, along the way, somehow. It was a happy ending if you discounted Itoshi Rin and Barou Shouhei cussing the hell out of him in the group chat. Isagi Yoichi tried to be a mediator and got chewed alive instead.)

[bad268]

Hi 👉👈

Could I maybe request something similar to the confession piece but with a fluffy (maybe fluffy/suggestive if that's cool 👀) first kiss or a fluffy first serious/real "I love you" with our beloved frog boys (or just Grizzy, Pezzy or Droid solo, sorry Puffer 😅)?

Sober in Love (Frog Boys X Reader(Separate))

[Blank] in Love Pt 3

Fandom: RPF/Miscellaneous

Requested: Clearly (Kinda made it a part 2? But also not really?)

Warnings: Talk of lasik recovery (Droid's). Language (Cunt in Grizzy's)

Pronouns: They/them

W.C. 1604 (about 400 words each)

Summary: 'I love you's from the Frog Boys.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

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<-Part 2

Puffer

It was cold. San Antonio winter was never that bad, but for some unknown reason, it decided to rage harder than normal this year. I had on one of Puffer’s hoodies, sweatpants, and fuzzy socks, and I was under a thick blanket. Yet I was still freezing. I was going to have to take some drastic measures.

I would need to get out of my cocoon to find Puffer.

Thankfully, I did not have to wait long as Puffer walked out of his office and climbed into my mountain of blankets. I immediately buried my face in his chest since he was a literal heater. He just chuckled before wrapping his arms around my shoulders and rubbing my arms to generate heat while his attention turned toward the show I had playing on the TV.

My hands were still freezing, so with a smirk, I moved my hands under Puffer’s hoodie and placed them flat on his back.

“Aye, woah!” He shouted, pushing me away. “You’re hands are freezing!”

“Why do you think I put them on your back?” I asked as if it were obvious. He just looked at me in disbelief, keeping me an arm’s width away. “Please? As my boyfriend, it is your responsibility to be my personal heater and right now you're doing a shitty job.”

“Fine get over here,” he sighed, pulling me back into his chest. I chuckled as I put my hands back under his hoodie and wrapped my legs around his waist, putting almost my entire body weight on him. He shook his head with a laugh before whispering, “You’re lucky I love you.”

“Awe, you love me?” I teased, looking up at him.

“Don’t make me take it back,” he threatened.

“You loving me or letting me put my cold hands up your shirt?”

“Both.”

“Well then, I was going to say I love you too, but I don’t like how you threatened me,” I joked as I slowly started to pull away.

“Oh shut up,” He pressed, pulling me straight back to his chest as he held one of my arms, so I couldn’t tear my hands out of his shirt.

“And I’m the clingy one?”

~~

Pezzy

Pezzy was streaming. It was a really random steam because he was bored. I was visiting my family since my sister just had her baby, so I was helping them out for the week. Pezzy wasn’t able to come with me, so I promised to send him loads of pictures.

“Guys, guess what,” He asked rhetorically to chat as he smiled at his phone. The chat started spamming random answers or emotes, so he flipped his phone around to show them. It was a picture I sent him of my outfit for dinner. “Look at them, chat. They’re so cute. They’ve been visiting their family, so they’ve sent me pictures every day.”

Immediately, the chat started filling with heart eyes, jokes about how I’m hot, or calling Pezzy a simp. He saw those immediately, and despite me calling him a simp all the time, he took offense to his chat picking up on it.

“Guys, I am literally not a simp. I am actually not a simp. I just love my significant other. So what?” Pezzy said fast as chat filled with more simp-related messages. He took a deep breath before shouting, “Guys, stop calling me a simp!”

I decided this would be a good time to call him since I was watching the stream on my laptop before dinner. I dialed his number and waited for him to answer as I continued to watch him frantically explain himself to chat.

“Guys, stop. Look, they’re calling me now! They’ll tell you I’m not a simp,” the stream audio came through just as Pezzy picked up the phone and greeted me.

Knowing he put me on speaker, I decided to tease him a little, “Hi my favorite simp. How’s your stream?”

“Not you too!” He shouted, taking the phone off the speaker as the chat started sending laughing emotes. “I swear, you’re watching the stream aren’t you?’

“Can’t I just call my favorite simp and tell him I love him too?” I asked innocently.

“I never said that,” He replied quickly, not believing that he confessed he loved me in front of five thousand people.

“I think chat has a clip somewhere,” I laughed.

“Chat if you can find a clip where I said I love Y/n, I’ll stream with them next week,” Pezzy said over the stream, and that’s when I noticed he hung up on me. It didn’t take long for chat to start spamming a link to the clip, causing Pezzy to sigh. “Ok, maybe I am a simp.”

~~

Droid

My eyes burned so much. One thing that no one told you about Lasik surgery was the first couple of hours after. My eyes burned so much, and I could not tell if it was from the surgery or from the lights in the kitchen. Droid promised to take care of me but completely forgot that Puffer, Pezzy, and Grizzy were coming over to film a cooking video in our new house, so that is where they were. The plan was a one-handed challenge, but it turned into a ‘make the best food for Y/n, so they don’t have to feel guilty that they’re disrupting their recovery’ stream.

“Is it pasta?” I asked as I walked into the kitchen with my eyes closed to get my antibiotics. I started patting around the counter, trying to find the bottle without opening my eyes. Droid saw my struggle, so he stopped cutting the chicken to wipe off his hands before grabbing the bottle from the cabinet. He opened it, dumped out one pill, and grabbed a glass to fill it with water before handing it to me. “Thank you.”

“No problem, and yes. Chicken Alfredo,” He answered, taking the glass and putting it in the sink once I finished it. “We’re actually almost done, so I’ll bring it over to the table.”

I groaned as I leaned forward where I thought Droid was. Apparently, he was not there, but he jumped back in front of me just in time for me to collide with his chest. “Do I have to do a taste test for the stream?”

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he whispered, walking backward to get us out of frame.

“They’ll be mad at me,” I whined, starting to tear up before trying to calm down and not irritate my eyes more than they already are.

“They’ll understand,” He reassured. “You just had surgery today, and you are not 100 percent, so they won’t be upset if you don’t feel up to a full review.”

“I don’t deserve you,” I cried, leaning further into his chest. “I love you. Thank you for putting up with me.”

“I love you too,” He laughed. “You’ve dealt with me through crazier shit! This is nothing!”

~~

Grizzy

“What time did you guys get to the airport?” Fitz asked after we got to the Misfits’ house in Melbourne. We had to fly into Melbourne because we were attending PAX AUS, and knew it would be fun to come a couple of days earlier to hang out with our friends. However, the universe had different plans.

“4 AM Pacific,” Grizzy groaned, collapsing on the couch and pulling me down after we dropped our bags off in one of the rooms. “We had an overnight layover in LA, but the original flight was delayed. We just slept at the airport 'cause it was only like two hours before we would’ve needed to be back at the airport.”

“Those chairs were not comfy,” I complained as I curled up on Grizzy’s lap. I yawned as I leaned into Grizzy’s neck, attempting to hide my drowsiness from the guys. “I couldn’t sleep at all.”

“It’s a good thing we don’t have anything till tomorrow,” Swagger laughed as he walked in from the back patio. “You can chill out 'cause I bet the time difference didn’t help either.”

“No, it does not, and to make it worse, there was hella turbulence on the way over,” Grizzy added as he offhandedly ran his fingers through my hair. “We couldn’t sleep at the airport, couldn’t sleep on the plane, and now it’s technically four hours earlier than what we’re used to. This is shit.”

At some point during his rant, I gave in to the temptation of sleep. No one noticed until Toby came into the room.

“Why are you cunts talking so loud?” She asked. “Y/n is literally asleep.” With that, the room’s attention flipped to me. No one said anything for a couple of seconds, unsure of what to say until Grizzy started to stand up with me in his arms.

“I’ll take them to our room. It’s probably a good idea for us to get some sleep,” Grizzy whispered. “Dinner tonight, yeah?” The guys just nodded, so Grizzy took that and left the room.

When he walked into the room, he immediately set me on the bed, so he could set an alarm for later in the afternoon and changed both of us into comfier clothes. Just before he climbed into bed with me, I woke up slightly, not really recognizing where we were.

“We’re in our room. The guys said we’ll go to dinner later, but we can sleep for now,” Grizzy explained in a soft tone.

“Okay, I love you, Grizzy,” I whispered back and fell back asleep.

“I love you too.”

~~~

Part 4 ->

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if you send me a question but it's buried under paragraphs, i will also feel anxious about posting it if i've already posted a lot that day, so i might take a few days to answer

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[pupphe-additions]

✬Evie’s Closest Male Idol Friends pt 1✬

Evie x Wooyoung (Ateez) 10/10

Quote: “Sometimes, home is a person.” Dynamic: Soulmates

His contact in her phone is “My Soulmate”

They often send each other stupid selfies.

Constantly telling each other “I love you” whenever they can.

Evie enjoys clinging to Wooyoung and will often take a lot of pictures with him of them hugging.

They are constantly bullying and teasing one another. Evie says it's her love language. 

They constantly flirt to the point the other members of their respective groups tell them to get a room after a while.

Wooyoung likes when Evie buries her face in his chest when they hug after not seeing each other for a while.

Wooyoung easily flusters Evie and he uses that to his advantage when they are together.

Wooyoung often praises Evie, his favorite is “good girl” because it makes her blush.

Evie has two of Wooyoung’s hoodies and she always gives them back when they stop smelling like him, he always gives them back to her after he washes it and sprays it with his perfume/cologne.

Evie sends pictures of herself in his hoodies when she misses him, in these photos she’s always pouting showing her naturally cute side.

Wooyoung enjoys it when Evie randomly sends him selfies especially if it’s a silly one with one of the members of Skz.

Wooyoung calls her “angel” a lot and it always makes Evie blush.

They are absolutely obsessed with one another. 

They are very loud and crazy together.

Evie often falls asleep with her head on his shoulder when they sit next to each other.

They make pinky promises when they want to make sure they won’t break it.

Constantly complimenting one another no matter what they are doing.

Emoji spam when they don’t have anything in particular to talk about.

Evie winks at Wooyoung often and blows him kisses.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Evie x Chanyeol (EXO) 9/10

Quote: “We were a family of weirdos, I had to admit.” Dynamic: Big Brother Little Sister

His contact in her phone is “Crazy Bro”

Met when Evie was still a trainee under SM, as soon as they met Chanyeol basically adopted her on sight as his little sister.

They don’t hang out in person a whole lot maybe once or twice, however they message each other often to keep in touch.

Evie always promotes EXO’s comebacks on her instagram.

Chanyeol enjoys spoiling Evie especially on her birthday.

They made each other friendship bracelets.

When Evie surprised Chanyeol by going to an EXO concert the other boy cried as he hugged her saying into the mic “I’m surprised that my little sister came to see us tonight. Thank you so much Nari, I missed you so much. I hope life has been treating you well.”

Fans adore seeing the limited interactions they get from these two as it’s always goofy and wholesome.

Evie always goes to Chanyeol when she needs to be cheered up, he always picks up when she calls.

Chanyeol always speaks highly of Evie when he mentions her and has always called her little sister when talking about her.

They’ve done a photoshoot where they just goof off and have fun. Most of the photos are extremely blurry but they adore those photos.

Chanyeol jokes about stealing Evie’s dogs because he finds them to be so cute.

Chanyeol has gone to a few Skz concerts to show his support for the younger girl. Everytime she spots him she tries even harder to make her performance perfect to try and impress him.

Evie accidentally video called him while she was pooping and it went viral after she talked about it on her Instagram, she was very embarrassed and hung up immediately after she realized he had picked up. 

Everytime Evie sees Chanyeol she just smiles like an idiot and her mood is instantly lifted.

She’s said that Hudson (her biological brother) has personally thanked Chanyeol for helping take care of Evie while she was an SM trainee and for making her feel like she has a safe place to go when he’s busy.

Chanyeol always teases her for being short.

Evie bullies Chanyeol every chance she can.

Chanyeol has given her a hoodie before because he knows she enjoys 'stealing' people’s clothes and she keeps it in her closet next to the hoodies she stole from Wooyoung.

She calls Chanyeol often when she can’t sleep and will talk nonsense till she passes out.

[tenjikubaby]

you have one (1) new message!

s62 (+ kakucho) texting/messaging HCs

Rindou: The “whats up” guy

Fair emoji use, texting abbreviations, and slang. Can’t care less about proper capitalization or spelling words correctly unless he really wants you to leave him alone. He can be a bit dry as a texter because he prefers to tell you stuff in calls or in person. Usually takes hours or even days to reply unless you’re special to him (you only need to wait minutes if so). Being an extrovert, I think many people messaging him so sometimes your messages might get buried under everyone else’s, and he’s usually too lazy to check everything. 

Ran: The “Good morning. How are you?”  guy

He wants to sound formal and intelligent over text, so he’s got complete sentences, good grammar, proper punctuation and capitalization even if you’re close. Rare emoji use, and if he uses one it’s only the basic smiley/sad faces because he’s too lazy to check out the other emojis outside that. Would likezone you on Messenger or send you those sparkly gifs and it doesn’t mean anything! He’s just kind of a boomer. Leaves you on read often but that also doesn’t mean anything because he might have a) fallen asleep, b) started zoning out, c) just forgot to reply. 

Shion: The "WHAT" guy

WACKY. Lots of emojis (his favorites are the fire, 100, and devil emojis), abuses Caps Lock, may spam you when excited. Sometimes, you might wake up to 35+ new messages from him, a lot of them different variations of “[NAME] WAKE UP BRO CHECK THIS OUT 🔥🔥🔥” (and it’s just a screenshot of a scammy “Congratulations you won a new iPhone!!” message from a free movie website. He already put his details in.) Reply speed is FAST unless he's in a fight or meeting. Laughs at the memes you send like 'HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA' because he doesn’t believe in lol or lmao or rofl. He’s quite fun to talk to because his reactions are so enthusiastic and extra. 

Izana: The “yes? 🤯” guy

Heavy emoji user. Uses emojis that sometimes mismatch the tone of his message so he can be confusing to talk to. It’s just one of his quirks though. You’ll know immediately if he likes or dislikes you because if he doesn’t like you, he just sends something like “shut the fuck up 😄”. Doesn’t abbreviate too much, but adheres to proper punctuation and types complete sentences. The type of person to respond to you with pictures instead of typing. (Like, if you ask “Where are you?” he sends you a close-up of his face and just above it you can see the sign of the restaurant he’s about to enter). Likes to send memes and reaction pics as well.  Reply speed is quite slow but doesn't exceed a day. 

Kakucho: The "hello :)" guy

Refuses to use emojis, prefers to just type out his smileys/sad faces. No caps. Abbreviates a lot of words but still uses proper punctuation because he doesn’t want to sound monotone. His texting is quite informal but still very much polite unless you’re close friends (he’ll be less polite then). He apologizes if he took too long to reply to you, which happens every time because Kaku isn’t on his phone much. If it’s really urgent, you’re better off calling him. If you send him a meme, he might not get it because he’s also not much of an internet person (unless you sent something that’s universally funny, to which he’ll reply “haha :D”). 

Mocchi: The "sup" guy

It’s really much better and easier to talk to him in person or just call. This guy’s phone is almost always dead. He plays lots of mobile games and spends so much time on YouTube, then forgets to charge his phone. When he does reply, he sounds so lazy: 1-3 words and little-to-no-effort in continuing the conversation at all. You see abbreviated words and no emojis, punctuations and caps. This is not because he doesn’t like you, but it’s because he prefers to talk to people face-to-face. 

Mucho: The plain "Hi" guy

Sounds way too serious in text. He’s not one for perfect grammar and punctuations in text, but you still feel his seriousness. Another slow replyer—barely on his phone because he actually touches grass. He prefers to talk through call, but when you do call, make sure it’s really important or you’d hear a deep sigh on the other end before he says goodbye and hangs up. Would likezone you just like Ran because these two are boomers deep down. Leaves people on read if he thinks the message is not worth replying to. 

[junicai]

message incoming.

| summary | woken up in the dead of night, Johnny answers a terrifying phone call. 

| part | one, part two: message received.

| word count | 1.4k

| warnings | descriptions of a panic attack, stalking

| era | circa. late june, 2017

The small hours of the morning are usually peaceful in the 127 dorms; the sun not risen enough to disturb those that spent their nights tucked into mismatched beds, chasing rest as a balm for their perpetual exhaustion. Soft breaths keep the silence at bay, the two boisterous boys gone quiet under the allure of sleep.

The scene is altogether tranquil, undisturbed by the pressures and stresses that accompany every waking hour. Still, hushed, and fuzzy at the edges like the world has yet to quite wake up alongside those that lie in repose under the darkness. 

The shadowed room flares up into brightness as the face of a phone lights up with an call. 

Johnny groans as he rolls over onto his side, hand yanking the covers over his ears at the incessant ringing blaring through the bedroom. 

“Donghyuck,” he complains, dropping his pillow over his face to drown out the light burning into his eyes. “Answer your goddamn phone.” 

Donghyuck only grunts a reply, not moving from his cocoon of blankets, face invisible from Johnny’s vantage point. The phone keeps ringing. 

“Donghyuck!” Johnny rolls over again to throw the pillow in his grasp at the ambiguous shape of the boy asleep in the bed next to him. “Pick it up!” 

Any reply offered is garbled into the pillow Donghyuck has his face buried in, but he does begin shuffling beneath the covers; a hand appearing to slowly creep its way towards the phone laid on top of the bedside table. 

But before Donghyuck’s hand can snag his phone, the call cuts out - a cool silence filling up the room once again. 

“There you go,” Donghyuck mumbles sleepily, his hand waving about aimlessly and then darting back under the covers again. 

Johnny drops his head back down onto the mattress - now sans a pillow - and sighs. His eyes are wide open at this point and his limbs are filled with the fight-or-flight response that any ringtone injects your veins with in the middle of the night. Without a drop of sunlight to speak of though, he could only imagine what time of the night it was, and contemplates the merits of just throwing in the towel and getting up to start the day now. 

Another phone ring breaks Johnny’s mourning of his sleep.

“Donghyuck!” Johnny barks, patience wearing thin. 

“S’not mine, hyung!” Donghyuck groans from beneath his pile. This is true. Donghyuck’s phone had been knocked to the floor beside the bed, the screen facing up and altogether blank. 

Johnny looks over at his bedside table, only to realise that this time it is his own phone lighting up with a call. 

His hand meets the cold metal, fingers grasping the phone and lifting it to his face to allow him to squint into the bright light to check the caller ID. Presumably, it is a spam call - or a sasaeng that had managed to get their hands on another one of his phone numbers (he had only replaced it the other week?). None of his members would be calling him at this time of the night (morning?), Johnny is certain of this. They all understand the importance of sleep in this industry, and would be reluctant to disturb another member without the wrath of the devil himself chasing them down. 

Moreover, Johnny knows that at this exact moment, all his members are in their own beds right down the hallway. He had watched them go, one by one, after finishing up a movie they had all watched together, curled up on the couches and the floor. 

Eyes finally adjusting, Johnny takes a closer look at the phone in his hand. 

Aria’s contact name flashes up at him like the glint off steel, and a cold spike of dread slips down Johnny’s back. 

He scrambles to accept the call while simultaneously shoving himself upright in his bed, the covers falling to his waist forgotten. As his thumb slides over the accept button however, the call has already ended and silence swallows up the bedroom once again. 

Johnny can’t call her back fast enough, confusion and concern melding together in a strangling blend of panic. His call is picked up almost immediately, quiet panting down the line from the opposite end. 

“Aria?” Johnny has the phone up to his ear between one second and the next. “What’s wrong? What’s happened, why are you calling me?” His voice is rough with sleep, undercut by the bitter taste of alarm. 

“Oh- oppa, thank god-” Aria chokes herself off with a stuttered gasp, the wetness in her voice causing Johnny to swing his legs out of the bed, feet on the ground before he even realises what he was doing. “Thank you for picking up, thank you thank you thank you-” 

“Aria, what’s happening? Talk to me.” Uncaring of his sleeping roommate, Johnny is on his feet in a moment, banging around the room to tug on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, one foot already out the door. “Where are you?” 

“I’m- I’m in the dreamies dorm,” Aria’s voice is hushed but still audible, like she is cradling the phone up close to her mouth. Laboured breaths accompany each silence with an ominous air. 

“Why are you there?” Johnny questions, startled, knowing full well that he had watched Aria slink back into her own bedroom in the 127 dorms at half past ten, claiming she wanted to finish up a chapter of her latest book and heading to bed early. “What’s going on, Aria?” 

“I forgot- I forgot to get something that I needed for today- for filming and it was important! So I went to go, to go get it from my bedroom here but-” Aria cuts herself off again, breath coming in much panicked gasps. 

A soft thunk sounds down the phoneline. 

“Aria? Angel, what happened? Are you still there? Aria?” Johnny has one foot in a shoe, and is tugging the other one on impatiently with the laces still tied, phone trapped securely between his ear and his shoulder. “I need you to talk to me, tell me what’s going on, can you do that for me baby?”

On the other end of the line, Aria chokes herself through the beginnings of several cut off sentences, her breath coming shorter and shorter with each wet gasp, a rasp accompanying each rattling sob. “I think- I think there’s-, Johnny-” 

“You think what?” 

Aria goes silent, breaths cutting out entirely. “I think someone’s here.” 

Blood frozen in his veins, Johnny abandons the idea of grabbing a hoodie and swings himself out the front door of the dorms without a passing thought for their neighbours. 

“Someone? Someone asides from the members? Someone you don’t know?” He fires questions down the phone, cursing whoever assigned the 127 and dreamie dorms to separate floors of the same complex. 

Aria whimpers, the sound soft and scared. “Oppa, what do I do, please I’m so, I’m so scared, please please, help.” Her voice cracks over the final words, begs fading out into muffled sobs as she slaps a palm across her mouth. 

Heart threatening to beat right out from between the space in his ribs, Johnny feels something in him crack at the echo of her voice down the line. “Baby, okay, listen to me. Everything is going to be fine, okay?” he sooths, trying to calm his breath while he paces down the stairs at a dangerously fast speed. “Are you safe? Are you hidden?” 

“I’m like, tucked behind the uh, the cupboard in the bathroom.” Aria whispers, sucking in small breaths between the words. 

“Good, that’s good baby, I need you to keep breathing for me. Can you do that for me?” Johnny coos down the phone at her, blood pounding in his ears. 

“Johnny, Johnny oppa I’m scared-” 

“I know you are, but I promised, okay angel? Everything is going to be okay-” 

A splintering crack echoes through the tinny speakers, Aria’s ear-splitting scream following in the next second. 

The phone call drops. 

[beastranpo]

Someone messaged my curiouscat recently asking about it, so I figured I'd make a post here as well, though this account is more or less invisible to the best of my knowledge:

All of my Dazai/Ranpo fanfics have been privated (and, not long after, I decided to simply private all of my BSD fics entirely), and they will not be unlocked until the spam fic situation on AO3 has been fixed. I have just started keeping a timer within the week to see just how many spam fics we get per day, and in the span of 48 hours, there were 18. This of course means that everything before that, and after those two days, makes the number obscenely high and the fact writers have to be buried under this bullshit constantly is hurtful and damages our motivation to keep writing. Especially for writers such as myself, who write for rarepairs.

Anyone who is familiar with 'rchimedes' or 'beastranpo' or 'rukimedesu' knows that i am more or less 90% of all the english fandom's content when it comes to Dazai/Ranpo. I'm always commissioning them, always writing them, have spent well over 60,000 dollars into merch and art of them, and counting. To have this love stepped on by careless, childish people who don't understand what the archive is even meant for fucking sucks, and to have these feelings brushed off as being sensitive or overreactive doesn't help either.

I didn't want my works to be associated with the current environment of the fandom because of their actions. This has been a growing problem for the BSD fandom and ignoring it is NOT going to help anything. It will just mean an even bigger problem will occur later. We can't keep turning a blind eye just because it doesn't affect us personally. Because when it does, and no one joins in to help or understands your frustration, you'll feel as if there's no point in staying in the fandom.

For my readers who are disappointed they can't read my works for the time being, I hope you will respect and support my decision. I have said this on my twitter already, but you are free to message me to ask for PDF's through email of my works until this is over with. A handful of readers have already done this already, way more than I ever expected, and I'm very grateful for the kind words.

For the time being, I have been posting all my DaRan fics on my patreon. Rest assured, it does not charge monthly, and only charges when I update main project chapters (Blooming Nexus), as I charge by those posts exclusively. Everything else is free to view at your leisure.

I will do my best to check my tumblr more often, but if you have anything to message me, it would be more reliable to message my twitter @beastranpo or send a message to my curiouscat.

Thank you for your time. Dazai and Ranpo are boyfriends and eternal, by the way. The last episode was so legendary for these telepathic boyfriends. Please have a good day ♥

[clacefe]

Lifeline

Helmut Zemo x gn!reader

Summary: Your husband comforts you after a terrible experience.

Warnings: Descriptions of sexual assault, hurt & comfort.

(This happened to me a couple of months ago, and I didn't have a Zemo to comfort me. Please, if you have any troubles regarding SA, my messages are open.)

You did your best to hold in your hiccups as you walked back to your shared apartment. Your form was trembling slightly as you clutched your handbag closer to you; a form of security, perhaps even comfort.

With every look a random man on the street gave you as you passed them, you immediately turned your head and started walking a bit faster. Once your apartment building got into view, you almost ran to the front door.

You spammed the lift button, praying it’d come sooner than usual. The doors opened smoothly with a ding, and you dove in, immediately pressing the button of the uppermost floor. 

Your breathing started to pick up again, the metal box appearing smaller and smaller with each inhale. The doors couldn’t have opened soon enough, and your hands shook as you tried to find your keys. 

Your legs gave out on you, and you slid down the wall, gasping for breath. Your eyes caught the glint of the doorbell, and praying that Helmut was already home, you rang it. Again. And Again.

You were about to push it for the fourth time, until your husband opened the door, mumbling about the impoliteness of the person ringing the bell.

But then he saw you, eyes red-rimmed and body shaking. He immediately crouched next to you and started talking. You saw his mouth move but couldn’t understand what he was saying. It felt like you were underwater, drowning, unable to hear, unable to breathe with just the burn in your lungs accompanying you.

“Helmut,” his name escaped your mouth with a whimper, it being the only thing you’re able to say. 

The moment that he picked you up from the floor, you looped your arms around his neck, burying your head there as well. 

He sat down on the couch with you in his lap. Being in his arms made your breathing even out a bit. Like the water was being pulled out of your lungs, and you could finally breathe again.

“Mīla, what happened?” his voice was dripping with concern.

You closed your eyes tightly, the pit in your stomach deepening as you recalled what happened.

“I- I was on the metro, like usual, you know? Of course with me being stupid, I took it during rush hour. And well, it, uh, it was packed. The- the man behind me–” you had to stop, screwing your eyes shut and burying your head once again in Helmut’s neck.

His grip tightened on you, and after inhaling deeply, he asked, “What did he do, mīlulis?”

“He- he started grinding his… his–” You burst out in tears again, clinging to your husband as if he was your lifeline.

Zemo didn’t need to hear anything more, he understood what happened, and he was murderous. But the killing could happen at a later date, right now he had a wife to take care of.

He put his finger under your chin and tilted your head to meet his gaze. The tears swimming in your eyes made him want to hide you away from this cruel world.

“Oh, mīla, I’m so sorry I wasn’t there. But I’m here now. How about I run you a bath?”

You nodded silently, wanting that disgusting man’s touch off of your body.

You held his hand tightly as he led you to the lavish bathroom in the penthouse. He set you down on a stool near the bath and opened the faucet, letting hot water rush down.

Then he turned to you and gently started to undress you, opening the buttons of your blouse one by one and letting it slide down your shoulders. Once you were fully rid of clothing, he took your hand and helped you sit down in the bath.

He started with your favourite soap first, the smell soothing you as well as his touch. Then he used the shampoo, and in no time you were towelled down and ushered into the softest pair of pyjamas you owned.

You two lay down on the king-sized bed, the sheets rustling beneath you. For a moment, there was only silence. Just the two of you, and nothing else.

“It’s all my fault,” you whispered your voice hoarse, “if I’d just stayed half an hour extra at work…”

Helmut climbed on top of you and cupped your cheeks, “Hey, this isn’t your fault, you understand?”

You looked at him, still unconvinced.

He kissed your forehead. “You’re strong.”

Then your cheek. “And brave.”

He started trailing kisses all over your body, whispering encouraging things after each one.

And by the end of the night, as you lay naked next to your husband, you couldn’t help but feel that he was right after all of his loving touches.

[yuujispinkhair]

Kabukicho Love (Chapter 08)

I don't wanna check into the Tokyo Love Hotel. I just want your love all to myself

Successful but lonely businessman Sukuna gave up on love. Why put his heart on the line when he can just as easily buy "love" from the prettiest escorts of Tokyo? But why does this supposedly fake love feel so real when he's with the new boy he booked?

Chapter 1 ++ Chapter 2 ++ Chapter 3 ++ Chapter 4 ++ Chapter 5 ++ Chapter 6 ++ Chapter 7

Pairing: Sukuna x Escort!Yuuji Genre: Escort AU, smut, fluff Word Count: 5k Playlist: Sukuita Escort AU Warnings: 18+, smut, sex work, age gap (Yuuji is 21 and Sukuna 30), oral, fingering, rimming, anal, cumshot, cum eating, alcohol, light angst, mention of a side character's death in later chapters, mutual pining. All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

There is art now for this series! Thank you so much to @/silverink58 for drawing this beautiful picture of Sukuna and Yuuji for me! I'm so happy that you let me commission you!

Thank you so much to Liz @/lizarts01 for drawing this super hot and super cute picture of Yuuji + Nobara as sexy bunnies!! I am losing my mind!!

As much as Sukuna tries to distract himself with work, he can't get Yuuji out of his head. It's been two weeks since he last saw him.

His bed feels too empty, and the pillow next to his still smells like Yuuji's hairspray. He doesn't know what's worse. Catching himself drifting over to that pillow at night and waking up with it wrapped in his arms, face buried in the soft material breathing in Yuuji's scent? Or the cold empty feeling that washes over him when he sees the notification that his housekeeper wants to deep clean the bedroom tomorrow, knowing that Yuuji's warm smell will be gone forever?

In the last two weeks, Sukuna drowned himself in work, staying in his office until late at night. Or he spent hours in the gym working out obsessively to tire himself out, so he managed to fall asleep instead of staying up obsessing over pretty honey eyes and a sunshine smile.

He even accompanied some business partners to a hostess club, trying to distract himself by getting drunk on champagne that was too sweet and letting a pretty European girl sit on his lap.

But the moment she leaned closer to kiss his neck and whisper to him, "Want to take me home tonight, daddy?" he turned her down and gently but firmly pushed her off his lap.

It felt wrong. Her body felt wrong. Her weight was too light, her hair was too long and had the wrong color, her voice was too high, and her perfume made him sick.

She wasn't Yuuji.

To Sukuna's annoyance, Gojo keeps spamming his phone. Sending him text message after text message demanding to know where Sukuna is and whether he wants to have another date with sweet Yuuji soon.

Sukuna tries to ignore him. But of course, Gojo Satoru has never been someone who just leaves Sukuna alone. And so it doesn't even surprise the CEO when he is having lunch at his favorite restaurant, and suddenly his old friend strolls towards him with a shit-eating grin on his face.

Gojo plops down on the chair across from Sukuna without waiting for an invitation.

"Ahh, such a coincidence to see you here, Sukuna! How is life?"

"Great."

"Aww, are you sure? There are some dark circles under your eyes. Having problems sleeping? I can help you with that. You know, Yuuji has time tomorrow night. You should invite him over, and he will take good care of your sleeping problem. He is always so sweet with his mouth. It does wonders against insomnia!"

"Do you have any new boys?"

This earns Sukuna a raised eyebrow from his old friend.

"You want a new boy? I thought sweet Yuuji makes you happy. Is there a problem?"

"There's no problem. He is amazing. But I want something fresh. More variety."

Sukuna always thought his poker face was perfect, but unfortunately, Gojo Satoru can read him too damn well.

The white-haired man uncrosses his long legs and leans across the table to eye Sukuna over the rim of his ever-present sunglasses, smiling that infuriating smug smirk.

"Oh, I get it. Our little cutie managed to melt that cold heart of yours, huh? And big bad Sukuna, who turned his back on love after his fiancee left him, doesn't like to feel things again. It scares you, doesn't it?"

His words feel like a punch to Sukuna's gut. Is he that obvious? Does Gojo know about his feelings?

Sukuna takes a sip from his water, acting unbothered, and shakes his head with a laugh.

"You are wrong, brat. Now hurry up and show me your boys. I don't have all day."

Yuuji's POV:

Yuuji knocks nervously on the half-open door leading to Gojo's office in the back area of the Infinity Club. He has a weird feeling about this. Usually, Gojo never asks him to come to his office.

His boss looks up from his current work with a wide grin on his handsome face. Looking like the cat from Alice in Wonderland.

"Aww come in, Yuuji baby! Take a seat, sweetheart!"

He points at the leather chair in front of his massive desk, which is overflowing with a chaotic array of photos, folders, and empty candy wrappers.

Yuuji does as Gojo tells him and sits down, playing with his fingers in his lap as he looks at his boss with big eyes.

"Hey, um, why did you call me here? Is everything ok?"

"Of course it is! Listen, honey, I just wanted to know whether Sukuna asked for your phone number or something? When was the last time you saw him? You are not in trouble at all, by the way! No matter what you answer."

"Oh! No, it's not like that! He... he didn't ask for my number. We aren't meeting in private. I wouldn't do that! You know I am very grateful for working for you! I wouldn't break the rules!"

Yuuji's heart is racing. What is this about? He doesn't want to lose his job! He will never be able to afford his grandpa's residence if he gets fired!

But Gojo laughs, and one of his elegant hands makes a gesture as if chasing away a fly.

"Aww, sweet baby, don't worry, your cute little mind, ok? Everything is fine. I just wanted to know. Because you see, it's uncommon for my old friend Sukuna to not contact me. Did something happen?"

"No, not that I know of, at least. I've been wondering about it too. I am so sorry if I messed up. I... I miss him."

"Oh? Is that so?"

Gojo's blue eyes are boring into Yuuji's, almost as if he can see right into his mind. He cocks his head curiously and watches Yuuji with a thoughtful expression while one long elegant finger plays with his bottom lip.

"Well, Yuu-chan, I don't think you did anything wrong. If at all, it was rather that you did your job too well."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"You're so cute, honey. Don't worry about it. Just leave it to me. I would say we have to lure our dear Sukuna back to our club and back into your loving arms. And I already know how to do that. Tell me, Yuuji, did you ever dress up as a bunny?"

Sukuna's POV:

Another night trying to forget his stressful job and fight his loneliness. Another night in the neon lights of Kabukicho, sitting in a VIP booth in one of the most popular nightclubs in Tokyo.

In the end, Gojo recommended another pretty college boy to him, and Sukuna booked him for tonight. Gojo insisted, though, that Sukuna had to book a private booth in the Infinity Club, and cute Toge would entertain him here.

"It will be good for you to go out! Drink something and enjoy the music and the atmosphere! I know what's good for you!"

That's why Sukuna is here, leaning back against the backrest of the comfy dark-blue leather couch and swirling the ice cubes in his longdrink glass around as he waits for a pretty boy who will hopefully take his mind of Yuuji.

He has to get this longing for a sunshine smile and honey eyes and a strong muscular body under control. Maybe Toge will help him with that.

Sukuna looks at his Rolex. Half an hour until his date. He lets his gaze stray through the club. Tonight is Bunny Night. All the hosts and hostesses are dressed in sexy bunny costumes, which show more than they hide.

Sukuna has to give Gojo that. The man has a knack for aesthetics. His nightclub is one of the most exclusive establishments in Tokyo's red-light district.

A club that provides the right service for any needs. Hostesses and hosts, both catering to all genders. Touching is allowed if you pay enough. You can get anything you want. A private dance is available, a night just spent in charming company is possible. But also a night full of sex, either in a love hotel or in the comfort of your own home if you wish.

Everything is perfect here in the luxurious Infinity Club. It looks opulent. Fancy couches and armchairs made of the finest leather. Magnificent chandeliers that reflect the neon lights. It's an alluring mix of modern and royal-like decadence. Something for the eye. Something where the rich and powerful feel at home.

The Infinity Club is a private club. The monthly amount of yen you have to pay is outrageous. But it's worth it. Nowhere else will you find a club so pleasing to the eye, including the eye candy that the boys and girls working here are.

Suddenly a familiar pastel pink hair catches Sukuna's eye.

He draws in a sharp breath. He didn't know Yuuji worked in the club tonight! Usually, he is only available for private bookings, during which he meets his clients at restaurants or in love hotels. It's rare that he still waitresses. Is it because of Bunny Night?

Sukuna stares at him wide-eyed.

Yuuji looks gorgoeus. He always does, of course. But that cute little bunny outfit is perfect for him. He is shirtless, his muscular bare torso looking so enticing with the glitter sprayed on it. His buff muscles flex seductively with every move.

The cute bunny ears in his pink hair bounce with every step, and his pretty smile is so dazzling that he draws all eyes to him.

And those tight skimpy hotpants he's wearing are sinful. Hugging his cute round ass snuggly. The same ass that is so sweet and tight around Sukuna's cock anytime he fucks Yuuji.

Today that cute hole is stuffed with an anal plug with a fluffy bunny tail attached to it. The hotpants are conveniently cut out to show off the naughty detail.

Yuuji looks so cute and sexy that Sukuna gets hard just from looking at him.

His unhelpful mind provides him with all the dirty things he would like to do to that cute bunny right now.

He wants Yuuji on his lap. Wants to pull out that anal plug and tell that sweet bunny boy to ride his cock right here in the private booth. He wants to hear Yuuji moan his name. Wants to see him mess up his little hotpants because he can't hold back when he has Sukuna's cock inside him.

"Oh, dammit!"

Sukuna curses loudly. He has to get a grip! Keep that horniness for the new boy he booked. He'll make sure to bend Toge over this bench and fuck all his frustration into him until Sukuna forgets about bunny Yuuji.

But to Sukuna's dismay, Yuuji doesn't disappear again in the throngs of people. Instead, the guy working behind the bar waves him over. Sukuna forgets to breathe momentarily when Yuuji leans against the bar counter, bending over and giving the CEO an even better view of that firm round ass with the cute bunny tail.

The bartender says something to Yuuji and hands him one of the mini Ipads the Infinity staff uses to take orders.

Sukuna watches with growing horror as Yuuji smiles and makes his way toward the VIP booths.

"This can't be true. Are you kidding me?"

Sukuna mutters under his breath. Why does it have to be Yuuji who is in charge of waitressing tonight? One could almost suspect Satoru has something to do with this!

But before Sukuna can think more about that, Yuuji has already reached his booth and peeks inside, bunny ears bouncing cutely on top of his pink hair.

"Good evening! Do you desire anything from our menu, sir?"

His gaze lands on Sukuna, and his face lights up in pure delight. He makes a cute surprised sound and beams at the CEO,

"Oh, Sukuna! It's so nice to see you!"

His free hand immediately flies to the golden necklace with the little tiger charm. Even tonight, when he has to wear a costume that requires him to be shirtless, he still didn't take off Sukuna's gift. Sukuna's heart clenches as he stares at the way Yuuji is twirling the charm between his fingers.

The boy is still babbling, sounding so cute and excited.

"I was waiting for a notice from you. You must have been very busy with work, hm? I'm so sorry about that. I hope it wasn't too stressful! It's nice that you can have an evening to relax. If you like, I can keep you company and help you let go of the stress. Oh, and I have a new movie I really want to show you! I can tell you about it, and maybe we can watch it when you have more free time!"

Yuuji steps into the booth, smiling that happy sunshine smile, and for a moment, the whole world is ok again. Sukuna feels so warm, bathed in Yuuji's radiance.

For a moment, he forgets why he wanted to avoid the boy. For a moment, he is tempted to just give in and ask Yuuji to join him. And later on, Sukuna could take his angel home, fuck him, watch movies with him, feed him strawberry cheesecake ice cream and hold him all night.

And then Yuuji sees the little notice on the glass table in front of Sukuna that says that Toge is booked for the next two hours. His face falls. It makes Sukuna's chest ache.

Yuuji is quick to cover it up, though, trying his best to stay professional. He smiles at Sukuna. But it's not a genuine smile. For the first time, Sukuna can see that it is just an act. It's too bright, too fake. It doesn't reach Yuuji's eyes.

"Oh, I see you booked Toge tonight. That's great! I think you will have a lot of fun with him. He's very pretty and a sweet guy. Enjoy your night, sir. I hope our services are to your pleasure."

He bows his head but not before Sukuna can see the disappointment and hurt in those pretty honey eyes.

It breaks Sukuna's heart. He cannot take this hurt look on Yuuji's pretty face, knowing that he was the one who put it there.

All his instincts scream at him to make it ok again. To comfort Yuuji, reassure him, shower him with praise, and let him know he is still Sukuna's number one! Not just number one... Sukuna's only one.

Because who is he trying to fool here? Does he really want to have someone else? Will it really help him to fuck another ass, to kiss another pair of lips? Or isn't it more likely that any boy he books will just be a desperate and unsuccessful attempt at trying to forget Yuuji? After all, none of them will ever be like Yuuji. They won't even come close to Yuuji.

So who is Sukuna trying to fool?

He knows the answer. Himself. He is trying so desperately to convince himself that he can just forget about Yuuji and move on.

But it's not true.

Sukuna can't just forget Yuuji or replace him. It will not work. Because he likes this sweet boy standing in front of him in that sexy bunny outfit.

The boy who is currently biting his lips and looking like he's going to cry despite the smile plastered to his pretty face. And it's all Sukuna's fault.

"Yuuji...no... this must be a mistake. I didn't book anyone. Someone must have mixed something up. I want to cancel that booking, please. If it's too late, just put it on my card, but I don't want to meet Toge. I'm just going to finish my drink and leave."

Yuuji nods and grabs the booking receipt to rip it in two. But his hands are shaking. He knows Sukuna is lying.

It makes even more guilt wash over the CEO. He didn't want Yuuji to find out about this. He didn't want to hurt the boy.

For the first time in a long time, Sukuna is at a loss for what to do or say. His mouth opens and closes again, unable to come up with the right thing to say.

Before he can find his voice again, a third person peeks inside the booth. A girl with ginger hair and a pair of boobs so plump that they almost spill out of her little bunny dress. She wraps a hand around Yuuji's buff biceps, leaning against his side, pressing those tits against him.

"Here you are! Come on, that guy in booth 5 saw us and wants to meet those cute ginger and pink bunnies. Hurry up, dumbass! He is a good tipper! Don't ruin this for me!"

Her gaze drifts over to Sukuna, smiling at him and cocking her head flirtatiously, all professional again,

"I'm sorry, sir, but I have to kidnap this cute bunny now. But you can book him another time. Me too, by the way! Or both of us at the same time. Just ask for Nobara and Yuuji. We can fulfill your every fantasy! Have a nice evening!"

She blows him a kiss and then yanks on Yuuji's arm impatiently.

Yuuji nods dazedly and lets her pull him after her. His golden gaze swipes one last time over Sukuna. He still looks sad, and the smile still doesn't reach his eyes when he mutters a good night in Sukuna's direction.

Sukuna is lying in his dark bedroom, rolling restlessly from side to side, unable to fall asleep.

He has a lot of regrets about this evening. He regrets thinking it would be a good idea to book another boy. He regrets letting Gojo convince him to come to the Infinity Club. And most of all, he regrets that his actions upset Yuuji.

Sukuna practically fled the club after his unexpected meeting with Yuuji, driving much too fast and cursing himself all the way home to his penthouse. He had been such a fool!

His right hand wraps around his half-hard cock, leisurely stroking it to full hardness. Maybe it will help him if he jacks off. He needs the stress relief an orgasm can give him.

Unbidden, a picture of Yuuji in his sexy little bunny outfit comes to Sukuna's mind, and a loud moan falls from his lips as his hips jerk.

There is no turning back now. His erection is throbbing needily in his palm as more images of Yuuji flood the CEO's mind.

He wraps his fist tighter around his straining cock, pumping his hard length faster now, with more need, more vigor. Fucking himself to the thoughts of pretty honey eyes and cute bunny ears in pink hair, the glitter on those defined buff muscles, the tight round ass that looked so seductive with that little bunny tail.

"Ah, fuck!"

Sukuna's hips buck wildly.

He wants to go back to the club and replay that moment. Wants to make it right. He wants to tell Yuuji that he is the only one Sukuna wants. He wants to fuck Yuuji. He wants to claim that sexy bunny, make him scream and cry and cum for Sukuna like the perfect little pet that he is.

His eyes close, and he gets lost in fantasies about sexy bunny boy Yuuji on his knees, bending over the leather couch, wiggling his cute ass as he looks back at Sukuna with his big golden eyes full of desire and need. He imagines Yuuji begging Sukuna to take him and cum inside him.

"Please fill me, Sukuna! Fuck it all into me. Please make me yours!"

"Am I the only one you let cum inside your cute ass?"

"Yes, only you!"

The dirty fantasy is driving Sukuna wild. His moans echo loudly in his bedroom as he fucks his fist frantically. He is losing his mind over the idea of Yuuji taking his cum in his ass.

In his mind, Sukuna pulls out of Yuuji's creampied ass, watching his cum slowly trickle out of the boy's hole before Sukuna puts the anal plug with the bunny tail back and pushes it lovingly into Yuuji's sweet cum-filled hole.

"Keep it all in, baby. I want you to have my seed inside you all night. You are mine, all mine. You know who you belong to, right? Say it, Yuuji."

"I belong to you, Sukuna! I'm yours!"

White lights explode behind Sukuna's eyelids when he cums all over his fist, crying out Yuuji's name over and over again.

An hour later, Sukuna is still wide away. He sighs and sits up in his bed, running a hand through his disheveled hair. Now that his earlier desire has cooled off, he gets filled with a new wave of regret.

The only thing that makes him get rid of the image of Yuuji's pretty face clouded by disappointment is to drink so much vodka that the picture in his mind gets blurry, and Sukuna can finally slip into a restless sleep that is filled with neon lights and golden eyes.

Sukuna is in his office drinking his third coffee when he gets a call from Gojo. His old friend sounds far too smug:

"Did you enjoy the bunnies last night?"

"Fuck you, Satoru. Was that your idea? Dangling him in front of me like that?" 

"Aww, what do you think of me, Kuna-chan!? As if I would do that! But you know it's kinda disappointing that one of my best clients and closest friends, I might add, doesn't make any bookings anymore. Our establishment misses you!"

"I hate you. Don't call me again."

"No, you don't hate me. You hate that a cute boy could make you feel something and that no matter how hard you try, you can't stop thinking about him. Just give in, Sukuna. Just come back. I'll cancel the date sweet Yuuji has scheduled for tonight and give it to you instead. Hmm, what do you say to that?"

"I am ending this call now."

He hangs up on Gojo, sighing as he leans back in his office chair. This is one of the things he finds the most annoying about Satoru. As carefree as he acts, he always sees through things and people and quickly grasps what is happening. He somehow has the gift of knowing everyone's weak spots.

And Sukuna's weak spot are his feelings for Yuuji.

He feels a headache coming up, and it's not because of the vodka he drank last night.

Yuuji's POV:

Yuuji doesn't understand why Sukuna doesn't book him anymore. Since that night in the club where the CEO had scheduled a date with Toge instead of Yuuji, things have felt wrong. There's a constant ache in Yuuji's chest. A lump in his throat, and it's harder than usual to smile his sunshine smile.

Why doesn't Sukuna want to see him anymore? Did Yuuji do something wrong? Was he too unprofessional? Yes, maybe.

It had been getting harder and harder lately to hide his feelings for Sukuna. Maybe the other man sensed something and was disgusted by it. By the fact that a whore loved him.

The thought makes tears well up in Yuuji's eyes. He wipes them away angrily. It's not fair to accuse Sukuna of this. He never treated Yuuji as inferior or as if his profession was something dirty.

But it's still obvious that they don't feel the same. Why would a successful and gorgeous man like Sukuna be interested in him besides the services he books Yuuji for? Of course, Yuuji knew that all along! But he can be so stupid sometimes...so naive. He hates it.

When Sukuna didn't book him as usual, Yuuji told himself his favorite client was just busy. Surly Sukuna had a lot of work, and that's why he didn't have time to meet Yuuji.

It was stupid to think this. After all, in the past few months, Sukuna had always told Yuuji that he helped him let go of his stressful job. So it didn't make sense that Sukuna would not book him.

Gojo had also sensed something was wrong. That's why he called Yuuji to his office.

He said something about a plan, and the next thing Yuuji knew was that he would participate in Bunny Night.

And during that event, the bartender sent him to VIP booth 3 to take an order from the patron there.

That's how Yuuji suddenly found himself face-to-face with Sukuna. 

Had that been Gojo's plan? If yes, it clearly didn't work because Sukuna left without Yuuji. And Yuuji had to spend the next two hours entertaining a businessman in booth 5 who was nothing like sexy and caring Sukuna.

Yuuji sighs as he rolls over onto his back and stares at his bedroom ceiling.

The worst thing is that he has gotten so used to spending time with Sukuna. He misses those happy moments they shared. Those moments where they weren't client and escort but just two people who got along well and enjoyed spending time together.

All the nights he spent at Sukuna's apartment, watching movies with him, cuddling and laughing together. Falling asleep in Sukuna's strong arms afterwards. Making breakfast for him, feeling so appreciated when Sukuna hugged him from behind and held him the whole time. Feeling so taken care of when Sukuna drove him to his college in the mornings, smiled at him, kissed him goodbye, and told him to please take care.

Somehow Yuuji had constructed this little fantasy in his mind, where he thought they had a real connection. Where he could pretend what they had was almost a relationship.

And that's why this feels strangely like a breakup, even though Yuuji wasn't dating Sukuna for real.

His heart clenches painfully, and he has to wipe some fresh tears away. What did he do wrong?

Sukuna's POV:

Sukuna hates to admit it, but he lost this battle.

As much as he tries to fight his feelings by avoiding Yuuji, he can't stop his every waking thought from wandering to his pink-haired cutie.

He can't stop his chest from feeling too tight and his heart from being too heavy.

He didn't expect it to be that hard to stop thinking about a pretty boy with honey-colored eyes. But here he is, filled with a terrible yearning.

He misses that pretty face, that sweet smile, the sparkle in those honey eyes when Yuuji gets all excited while telling Sukuna about his favorite movies. All the big gestures with his hands, his voice getting louder every second in his excitement to share his thoughts about the things he loves.

He misses seeing Yuuji in his kitchen, making breakfast for them. Smiling so genuinely happy when Sukuna complimented the food Yuuji prepared for him. He misses the warm feeling of driving to work with Yuuji by his side in the passenger seat, chattering to Sukuna about all kinds of things, and kissing Sukuna so sweetly goodbye before exiting the car a few streets away from his university building.

He misses their dates at all their favorite restaurants.

He thinks back to all the hours they spent together. He thinks about all the small details that somehow made him like this boy so much. 

And he finally sees it clear as day: Yuuji stole his heart without Sukuna even realizing it until it was too late.

Love happens unexpectedly. It lays its roots in small, trivial moments.

Like when they had food delivered to Sukuna's apartment. Sukuna went to get more wine from the kitchen, and once he walked back into the dining area, he caught Yuuji holding the plate to his face, licking it clean to get all the delicious sauce out of it.

The boy made a surprised sound and quickly put the plate back down, blushing and looking sheepishly at Sukuna, muttering an apology for his bad table manners. It was so endearing.

Gojo must have told him to always act appropriately in front of his clients, who all belonged to the circle of Tokyo's richest and most successful people.

Sukuna had smiled at Yuuji and cupped his blushing cheeks, and kissed him slowly. Reassuring him that it was ok and that the sauce was really to die for. Sukuna decided at that moment that he would order the same meal again next time for Yuuji if he liked it so much.

He wishes Yuuji was here now and Sukuna could order all his favorite meals. Could make sure the boy has everything he needs.

Sukuna thinks about Yuuji visiting his sick grandpa, caring for him, and making sure to give the old man the best possible life.

Sweet Yuuji. He is so kind and cares for others so much. Yuuji with his heart of gold. So warm and sweet.

Sukuna remembers a moment of slow lovemaking in his bed before he had to go to work. Yuuji opened his beautiful honey eyes to look up at him, and he didn't take his gaze off Sukuna again. Instead, he caressed Sukuna's cheek and looked deeply into his eyes while Sukuna moved on top of him.

He remembers how beautiful Yuuji looked that morning with the sunlight dancing over his pastel pink hair and the tender expression in his eyes. He remembers thinking he wanted to capture this moment and keep it forever. That he never wanted that morning to end. He remembers thinking at that moment that maybe he wanted to spend forever with Yuuji and wake up with him every morning for the rest of his life.

Sukuna gets pulled out of his thoughts by a knock on his office door. A moment later, his assistant looks inside and informs him that his meeting is about to start.

He gives her a curt nod, waiting until the door closes again before he groans softly and runs a hand through his hair, smoothing it down even though it already is perfect.

This is crazy. He keeps drifting off, thoughts always occupied by warm tan skin and golden eyes.

He knows this has to stop. And he tried to stop it. But it seems to be out of his control.

Sukuna is used to being the one in control. So realizing that there is something that he cannot control is driving him up the wall.

But that isn't even his biggest problem. Because even harder than the irritation is the pain. His chest feels too tight when he thinks of Yuuji.

He swore he wouldn't develop feelings again after his fiancee left him. He wanted to keep his heart safe. But he failed.

His heart isn't his anymore. It's Yuuji's now, and Sukuna has to accept it and learn how to live with the pain this brings.

He was so stupid. He was such a fool to let things get this far. But he was an even bigger fool when he decided to run away from those feelings and erase Yuuji from his life. That's what he knows now.

Maybe there would have been a chance for them. For this to work. For it to become more. If Sukuna had just accepted that he couldn't fight his feelings.

But it's too late now. Sukuna feels like he fucked this up deeply. It's too late to confess his feelings. Especially after the way Sukuna acted during the last few weeks. He hurt Yuuji. He pushed him away. It wouldn't be fair to go back to him now.

He will stay far away. He will give the boy a chance to be happy.

And one day, Sukuna will be able to move on too. Time will heal this wound. All of this will pass.

But he can't stop the doubt from seeping into his thoughts. He can't help but wonder.

What if it doesn't pass?

Thank you so much for reading the new chapter!! Ngl I cried while writing this :( Sukunaaaaa, what are you doing?! I feel so bad for Yuuji baby, but also for Sukuna. Gojo was doing his best!! But hey, Kuna is a stubborn guy. Let's see what the future brings for the broken hearts in Tokyo. Also, how did you like bunny Yuuji? I understand Sukuna's reaction. I was losing my mind a lot too while writing sexy bunny Yuu :) Please let me know what you think! Comments and reblogs make me very happy!

Chapter 9

[clanofjones]

Ghosts of Our Days - Chapter Two

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This chapter, like all of them, was co-written with @theosb0rnway!

Chapter Two: Iced Iced Baby

"Fuckin' creep." Casey wished that Donatello would find a hobby besides spying on his friends and family, especially since Casey Jones didn't want to be seen by anyone.

Okay, he wanted to be seen by Shredder in his nightmares, but it's not like he'd willingly tell anyone that, or tell anyone anything.

If the others found out about Raph, Casey knew he would be blamed for panicking and very clearly following Raphael's orders to run. Sure, Raph never told him to take his body, but no way in hell was Casey going to leave Raph to die with Super Shredder. Master Splinter was in no shape to fight, so Raph was a laying, stabbed, broken target that Saki could easily stab again.

'He's still dead anyways' a voice muttered in Casey's head.

"Shut up."

'You let him die, you made things worse.'

"Shut. Up."

'If it wasn't for you trying to save HER he'd still be alive-'

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

It took Casey a minute to realize he was talking to himself.

Alone.

On a roof.

While dismantling all the electronics he owned.

Sorry, Angel, big bro would have to get another phone and spam you with another crappy "New phone who dis?" message at 2 am.

Angel.

Casey faltered for a second, trying to think of a way to tell his precious baby sister that her favorite tea party playmate was now laying face up in a pool of his own blood, a loving expression still on his lifeless face.

"At least he's... happy..." He whispered, walking to over to finally shut his eyes and officially lay Hamato Raphael to rest. He took a moment to cry and wiped his tears before getting back to work.

The vigilante's mind raced with ideas of what to do next. He was almost done destroying any evidence of his existence, but he couldn't go home and he CERTAINLY couldn't go back to the lair.

Then there was the matter of Raph's body, which he desperately wanted to keep with him, crossing hotels off the list. He could find an abandoned building for now, maybe one by some of his favorite dumpster haunts so that food and clothes were always nearby. He knew he had to sneak home, but that was at the bottom of his current to-do list.

He put that at the bottom of his ever growing list:

1. KILL THAT FUCKER

2. Get Raphie a new home

3. Food.

4. New dumpster territory?

5. Raph's things from lair

6. Get un-Donnie-fied phone

7. Angel

8. Raid room for all things

Casey Jones was a man of few words, mainly because when he tried big words they all came out screwy. He liked big words, but the gap in his mouth sure didn't. This is why he resorted to physical ways of communication.

Currently, his fist was communicating with his broken phone that today was the worst day he'd ever had and that ripping things apart felt good. He pulled out the last wire on the beat up old thing and smashed it with his boot, throwing everything he destroyed over the edge of the rooftop before grabbing Raph's heavier body and honing his expert searching skills.

For all his vigilantism, Casey wasn’t sure what to do with a body. Especially not the body of someone you cared deeply about, and especially not the body of his lover. But he had to do something with Raph’s body, and he wasn’t taking it back to the lair. Even as he thought it over, it stung to realize he’d referred to Raph’s body as an ‘it’, no matter how correct it was.

He knew that bodies were sure to rot if left unattended for long after, and he couldn’t let that happen to Raph.

It wasn’t as if he could just as well bury him, either. Cremation was also out the window. Until he decided on what to do with it, as he got his breathing under control for a third time that night, he knew he needed a box freezer. Ice and cold kept a body fresh, right? He hoped so.

In some odd twist of fate, luck smiled on him, after everything, after keeping him out of commission, after killing his boyfriend, after forbidding him from reaching his boyfriend in time to save him, and he raided an unoccupied apartment for their box freezer.

If tonight had been a normal night, he would have felt the strain of pushing a box freezer up a flight of stairs, to an apartment he knew would always be empty, due to the crushed wall that the HOA or whoever never bothered to fix, after running up over twenty levels not two hours ago.

But tonight was not a normal night, he registered after plugging the freezer into an outlet. And as he lowered Raph into the freezer, his lover’s face almost uncharacteristically soft and affectionate to all who hadn’t known him, really knew him, Casey found that he couldn’t physically feel much of anything at all.

Even as he sank next to the freezer, his body was overtaken by belated sobs, the cold from the freezer seeping into his veins. This was the man he loved, dead, laying in a fucking freezer who knows where, with his whole family miles away probably out looking for him.

Did Casey feel bad for this, for doing what he thought was right to save Raph?

For leaving April, Splinter, and the boys to deal with Super Shredder on their own?

A couple hours ago, Casey would've said yes, would've stayed to protect his friends and finish that fight fair and square, but then Oroku Saki just HAD to get his boyfriend involved and Casey couldn't think about friendship or protection or anything but the horror in front of him.

So he did what Casey Jones always does when he's scared.

He ran.

Ran as far as he could until he finally dropped, and then he had to watch the love of his life slowly die in his arms. It was almost laughable, how many times he had to keep his breathing in check, to refrain from hitting the already brittle wall.

The hardest thing in the room was probably the freezer, and he couldn’t do that, no way in hell. Raph was there. Even if he was dead, he was there. And nobody was going to take that from Casey with their head still attached to their neck.

But, he reminded himself, now wasn’t the time to decapitate anybody, nor was it the time to lose himself – he had to do things methodically.

Rationally, he knew that Super Shredder was too strong for him to fight on his own, and coupled with the inevitable presence of Leo, Donnie, Mikey, April, Slash, Splinter, and Leatherhead in various places around New York, and they’d all be crowding at the hotel sooner rather than later.

Oddly enough it took a few days of hanging around the apartment, with nothing but the freezer, Raph’s body, and his own mind for company, until he got properly hungry.

Long ago, in happier times, he’d mapped out a small grocery store three blocks from the apartment complex, and after determining that there wasn’t a single crumb in the entire room, while expired food wasn’t one of Casey’s biggest worries, per se, he really needed to not die of starvation.

So, he opened the freezer, pressed a kiss to Raph’s cold forehead, told him he'd be back soon, closed the lid again, and climbed down via his grapple line.

He wasn’t sure if the trek had been easy or if he was slowly becoming desensitized to all but everything. Either way, he slipped inside the convenience store with minimum stares. It was the early hours of morning in New York, after all.

He snatched anything that didn’t look like it would give him food poisoning that would last relatively long. Specifically foods that he'd known Raph to like. Memories had to be kept alive somehow, and what better way than through food, right? At least until the fucker that killed him was properly dead, no resurrections allowed.

He still had to live long enough to make sure Shredder died, and stayed that way, this time, and to make sure that Angel would be okay without him. However, this was counterproductive, because as he stood, he was also broke.

All his savings were back home, and he hadn’t put a resounding amount of thought into getting back there. Truthfully, he hadn’t put much thought into much of anything besides killing his newest nemesis.

He managed to grab a few boxes of poptarts, microwavable pizzas, canned soup and fruit, and a few handfuls of granola bars. It wasn’t exactly a good meal, but it was edible, he supposed. Reasonably priced, given the economy.

‘Casey,’ the voice whispered in his ear.

“Shut the fuck up,” he bit back in a mutter, and the voice offered no retaliation, as if it had only time to whisper one foreboding thought to him alone, before running off to torment another poor soul.

He thought it odd that the voice had called him by name. And that the voice sounded as familiar as it did. Almost like-

“Casey?” He blinked three times, before turning to the source of the noise, which actually hadn’t been a disembodied voice in his ear.

It was April O'Neil, looking about half as awful as Casey, he was sure.

“Where have you been? I haven’t seen you in–” This was bad. Casey had no way to explain to April anything that had happened without any possible incorrect conclusion not only being jumped to, but tackled and put in a headlock.

So, for the second time that week, Casey did the thing he was best at in crisis – he ran. Even as April called his name, chasing him, demanding to speak with him, that this was IMPORTANT, CASEY, but he didn’t stop, not at the checkout, and as alarms rang that someone was robbing the store, he rammed the door with his shoulder.

“Casey! Have you at least seen Raph, we–”

What.

He chanced a glance back at April, as he felt his eyes widen from behind his mask, and his knuckles turn white from the pressure he was exerting on his stolen wares.

April was saying something else, a hand extended, but he couldn’t, there wasn’t time, there wasn’t a way he could, not when Shredder was still alive.

He left as quick as he could, not bothering to turn around and taking the longer route back to the apartment. After all, he had a very important job to do.

Then he’d see about April and the others.

Eventually.

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A/N: FYI, this is a canon-dependent fanfiction written by two dummies (aff) who don't have access to TMNT 2012 in its entirety.

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