#it's actually fluffy like that white thing looks like cotton i love it

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I Guess You Don’t Love Me Anymore (Gaara x Reader)

Synopsis: Your normal nighttime routine with Gaara

Word Count: 0.8k

Tags/Warnings: Fluff, Gaara puts his whole weight on Reader, Fluffy Couple Things, Reader is Picked Up/Tossed

Notes: On the Gaara brain rot train

When it came time to turn in, Gaara wore his nightshirt. The garment, traditionally worn by men of Sunagakure, was woven out of a light, tan fabric and featured three white buttons that led up to a scoop neck collar. Gaara pinched the front of it, almost to remind himself of the shirt’s looseness as he fanned himself. You watched as he cracked open a window from your shared bed, musing to yourself over how the fabric draped over Gaara’s shoulders. He always seemed more relaxed at night, like he could finally breathe after a day of work as Kazekage. Perhaps it was from wearing his armor all day…

“What?” His rough voice cut through your thoughts. You blinked, locking eyes with Gaara as his forehead crinkled in acute curiosity. “What are you looking at?” You sat up, leaning on one arm as you tugged him forward by the hem of his shirt. You leaned up to kiss him.

“Am I not allowed to admire my handsome fiancé?” you said, a playful vibrato in your voice. Gaara planted a firm peck on your lips. You fell back onto the thin sheets and Gaara unceremoniously plopped the entirety of his body weight on top of you. You let out a dramatic groan and the corners of Gaara’s lips twitched upwards from above you.

“You are,” he conceded, his nose touching yours. His elbows dug into the bed around the opposite sides of your head and he rested his cheek on his palm. “But you’re a mischievous one. I don’t know what goes on in that head of yours.” He gave your temple a light tap with his opposite hand.

“I was thinking about your shirt.” Gaara’s lips formed a tight, misshapen line. A light puff of air escaped his nose: Gaara’s rendition of a snicker.

“My shirt,” he repeated, stretching as he lifted himself off of you. By the time you sat up, he was already beginning to settle under the covers. “What about my shirt?” A hint of mischief of his own glinted in his tired eyes.

“I think it’s a nice look for you.” You flung the sheets over on your side and rested your head on Gaara’s shoulder. You tossed a leg over his. “It’s very… farmer.” You looked up at him, dragging your cheek across the light cotton of his nightshirt as you nodded. He looked down, chin beginning to scrunch up by his neck.

“Is, uh… I reckon that’s a good thing.” You couldn’t laugh at the innocently lost look on his face. No one had ever really joked around with Gaara before you. Between the stigma around his Jinchūriki status as a child to his drastic promotion to Kazekage, you figured that most of the villagers thought of him as too serious.

“I’ll have you know that farmer-Gaara is easily in my list of top fifteen Gaaras.”

“Ah, I see…” He hummed, straining to reach over to the bedside light. You always said things like that to him and he never understood. But he liked you, and so he had long since learned to simply roll with it. You wrapped your arm around his middle as darkness suddenly overtook the room.

You both shifted. You nestled deeper into Gaara’s side as he traced the outline of your ear. Gaara kissed the top of your head. The silence of the night filled the air. It had been a long day for the both of you.

Gaara’s chest rose steadily as he breathed. You played with the buttons on his shirt, his heart beating like a metronome in his chest. His fingertips drew little circles on your skin as the night grew darker.

As time passed, you couldn’t tell if you actually fell asleep. But in a half-awake trance, you felt Gaara move. He turned on his side, taking half of your portion of the blankets with him. You looked over at his broad shoulders and his messy hair. You clutched onto what little blanket realestate you could.

“Oh, I see how it is.” Your tired voice cut through the stillness. “I guess you don’t love me anymore.” Even just barely awake, you still found ways to joke with him.

Almost immediately, Gaara shot up in bed, resting his weight on his elbow away from you. He paused, almost as if he had to take a moment to process what you said. You giggled quietly to yourself, always one to be amused by your own jokes. But your laughter was quickly knocked out of you as Gaara, now laying flat, snaked one arm under you. And with one movement, he flipped you completely over his body. With you now on his left, he turned back on his side, holding you to his chest and burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“Go to sleep,” he muttered and held you close as the both of you fell asleep.

Thank you to all who liked, reblogged, followed and otherwise supported. Your support means so much and is greatly appreciated. 

Notes: I think I once found a tweet that was like “When your partner turns on their side in bed and it’s like wow I didn’t know you didn’t love me anymore.” Ever since I showed my boyfriend that I say that every time he turns over until the one time I did it to him and he went “... wow I didn’t know you didn’t love me anymore” hahaha

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Batter Up: Chapter 2 of 5

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Rated: Explicit

Summary: This fluffy story is about Baseball Player Steve Harrington, meeting Rock Star Eddie Munson and the whirlwind 1-week romance turned committed relationship. They're instantly obsessed with one another, but neither knows how to take things to the next level. Enjoy Steve being a love-sick idiot! (The story turns explicit in Chapter 4, other chapters are all fluff). In this chapter, we get to read Eddie's POV and how obsessed he is with Steve, too. Chrissy is here to cheer him on.

Read Chapter 2 below, or [read it on Ao3]

Big thank you to @thefreakandthehair for beta reading for me and helping me with my NBA terms!

Graphic made by me!

”I want to bite his ass like it’s a fucking apple,” Eddie gritted out, his hands tense and clawing at the air as he seemingly held back unfathomable amounts of sexual tension. “Gross!” Chrissy trilled, bouncing the squash ball in her hand against the ground to warm it up. “You don’t need to be so crass, Eddie.” “You don’t understand—” Eddie hissed, sitting forward in his seat as he spoke to Chrissy through the plexiglass. She gave him an unimpressed look, saying ‘really’ silently with a twisted lip and a raised brow. “Okay, you understand— just! He’s so fucking hot, and I swear to fucking God if he lets me near him, I’m going to go berserk,” Eddie groaned, sighing dramatically as he bounced his leg. “Don’t you have a date tomorrow?” Chrissy asked, squeezing the little black ball in her hand a few times before casually starting to bounce it against her racket. “That’s the problem! Chrissy! Jesus Christ—he’s like… fucking Adonis. How am I—I clam up like a Mongolian death worm every time he gets near me. I can’t—I can’t even get close to laying the moves on him ‘cause I’m, like, fucking useless. It isn’t even a date tomorrow. It’s like a poorly concealed, deep-fake, seduction attempt. I don’t know! You know I’m fucking useless at actually flirting with guys unless I’m off my fucking rocker, high out of my mind,” Eddie lamented, finally standing up and beginning to pace. Chrissy’s shoes squeaked on the floor as she served and started to play a single game of squash by herself. She was listening, Eddie knew she was, this was sort of par for the course with them. He was on Chrissy’s time, and he wasn’t going to complain about being stuck inside a squash court with his best friend, even if it smelt like an old sock. 

Alright, maybe he would complain a little bit.

“But we’re not—” Chrissy puffed, exerting herself as she kept up the conversation, “—going to get high—right?”

“No, I’m not going to get high,” Eddie groaned, feeling his fingers twitch against his leg. He had given drugs up—or at least he hoped he had—but that didn’t mean that it made existing without them easy. “I don’t want to depend on drugs to flirt, I just—I wish I was starting out with a smaller-fry, you know? First big thing out of rehab, and I’m smacked in the face with Steve Harrington? Why didn’t you tell me about him earlier? He’s just—-ugh! Chrissy!” Eddie whined, his stature devolving as he crumpled to his knees on the squishy floor. 

“Not my fault—you refused every invite—to baseball before—now,” Chrissy retorted, the bang of the ball against the wall making it a bit difficult to hear her. “You didn’t tell me my fucking Achilles heel of men existed in cotton spandex pants, and a baseball cap,” Eddie complained, crawling back over to the bench to pull himself up onto it. “He looks so fucking good, Chrissy. God… it’s like the gods sculpted his ass and put it inside white sheets woven from the strings of fate itself.” Chrissy missed the swing and puffed, putting her hands on her hips as she caught her breath. “You’re really….” she sighed, finally looking over at Eddie and smiling at him, “... into this guy, Eddie. You going to write poetry for all the boys you get a crush on? It’s pretty cute, actually.” “Don’t call me cute,” Eddie huffed, rolling his face toward the bench to hide from Chrissy. “I just… don’t want to fuck this up, Cece…”

Eddie heard the door to the squash court open and the muted sound of Chrissy’s shoes against the mats. It didn’t take long for her to get to the bench and sit down with him, her fingers instantly in his hair. It was soothing, and Eddie only resisted for a moment before he inched forward and put his head in her lap. 

“You won’t mess it up…” Chrissy repeated, tailoring her reply so she wasn’t swearing as well. Chrissy was sweet, and Eddie was no stranger to this sort of kindness from her. They had dated, once upon a time, and Eddie could confidently say that Chrissy was the only person he had been with that he had really loved. He still loved her, even though they weren’t together, and he didn’t think he could ever not love Chrissy Cunningham, but the attraction they had once shared was void now. They just weren’t meant to be romantic, but Eddie knew that losing that intimacy with Chrissy had destroyed his heart. Still, he was more than grateful to have her as a friend. No one knew him better than Chrissy, and he didn’t hold out hope for them to get back together. It had been the drugs that had broken them up, but it had been Chrissy’s confession that she was more attracted to women that had kept them apart. 

He didn’t begrudge her, but Eddie had never been able to shake the feeling that he had been the one to fuck everything up for them. That it was his shortcomings that had poked holes into an already sinking ship. He was great at that kind of stuff— an expert at ruining a good thing. 

“I don’t know… if I’m ready,” Eddie confessed, his necklaces clinking together as he rested his head on Chrissy’s thighs. 

“Ready for what?” Chrissy asked, her voice gentle as she continued to pet his hair away. “A relationship…” Eddie sighed. He had been single for years now and had only really pursued flings or one-night stands. Even then, he had gotten out of rehab a few months ago and he hadn’t even tried to hook up with anyone since getting out. It was too intimidating to flirt when he didn’t have drugs to rely on, and now he was being blindsided by the prospect that he didn’t just want to sleep with Steve. 

“You really like this guy, huh?” Chrissy smiled, her tone so caring it made Eddie’s heart ache. 

He hid again, rolling his face into the crisp white of Chrissy’s uniform. She looked tooth-achingly sweet in it, and Eddie only let himself feel a little bad for getting eyeliner on her skirt. 

“Oh, Eddie…” Chrissy lamented, still petting his head. “You’re allowed to want things, sugar.”

Eddie let out a held breath, his fingers clenching at the soft fabric of Chrissy’s outfit. “But what… if I fuck it up?” He asked again, the fear edging into his voice as he let himself get vulnerable. “How would you mess it up?” Chrissy asked, sounding more like a mother than someone Eddie’s own age. “I don’t know,” Eddie whined, “open my mouth and speak? Show him the fact that I’m a giant fucking nerd with an ego the size of Australia and daddy issues that span the Atlantic Ocean?” 

“You’re being dramatic,” Chrissy sighed, her tone remaining gentle. “Even if that was true, if he doesn’t like or well… accept that kind of stuff about you, he’s not going to be a very good boyfriend.”

Eddie groaned softly, knowing that Chrissy was right, but hating the idea that they could just not work out, and he would have to let go of the idea of Steve Harrington. “What if… he’s just looking for something… short term?” Eddie questioned, feeling his heart and stomach clench in unison. “Well, then you get at least one great night of sex with playboy, Steve Harrington,” Chrissy replied matter-of-factly.

“Chrissy!” Eddie gasped, lifting his head to look at her. He was only mildly scandalized that she would say something forward like that, but he amped up his reaction to get a smile out of her. 

“Lots of ladies are frothing at the mouth to get a date with him, you know,” she continued, grinning. “And you’ve gotten, what? Four dates in the last week?” Eddie breathed a laugh and put his head back down, smiling at her reassurances. She was right. They had been flirting pretty relentlessly, and Eddie was certain Steve was interested in him. So, for flirting to extend over the course of a week… that had to mean Steve wanted more than just a fling, right? 

“You really think I have a shot with him?” Eddie asked, his voice quiet as he turned the idea of just kissing Steve over in his mind. 

“I really think you do,” Chrissy concluded, tugging Eddie’s earlobe until he hissed and sat up. “You’re a catch, Eddie.” He smiled bashfully at her and looked away, rubbing his ear. “Really,” Chrissy offered, patting his thigh. “If you’re just you, really you, without any of the fame or drugs or anything like that… he has to fall for you. If he already likes you enough to ask you out, I have no doubt that he’ll like the real you, Eddie.” 

Eddie frowned, still unable to look at Chrissy as she placated him with compliments. The worst part of it was that he knew she meant it. They weren’t in love, but he loved her. “You’re succeeding in helping my ego take over New Zealand, too,” Eddie teased, sniffing as he tried to hide how touched he was by Chrissy’s comment. She gave his thigh a good pat and then stood up, tucking the frills of her skort behind her as she walked back toward the squash court. 

“Who knows, Eddie,” Chrissy chimed, “maybe this is the makings of real love.” She flashed him a little smile and then slipped back into the court, picking her racket up and starting to warm the ball again. 

Eddie blinked at her, and then slowly felt his cheeks flush as he took those words in. Real love, huh? He really liked the idea of falling in love with Steve. 

Chapter 3

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October 2: Friends, Family, Loved Ones

It was Harry’s birthday, and as much he felt embarrassed when a big fuss was made over him, he loved that Draco had planned him a party out in the manor grounds, a big white tent lit up with sparkling fairy lights.

The food was good and the company even better. All of his friends, family, and loved ones gathered around playing games and telling stories; then once they were drunk enough, singing karaoke. He was giggling into his glass of wine (his favorite: Draco had given him an entire bottle just for him) as Hagrid finished a mopey ballad.

Draco was looking unbearably smug about how happy Harry was and Harry couldn’t help but find the smugness horribly endearing. He leaned over and pressed a kiss to his rosy cheek, warm from wine and happiness, “I love you,” he murmured before tucking his nose against Draco’s neck, “thank you for a brilliant birthday.”

“Sap,” Draco accused with a soft tsk, but he was pulling Harry closer, pressing kisses into his hair. “I have one more surprise for you,” he said, and Harry could hear the quiet undercurrent of nerves.

He kissed Draco’s neck, pausing to suck lightly at it just to hear him gasp and feel his body wriggle, “you’ve spoiled me rotten today already,” he said and he’d meant it to sound accusatory but it only came out ridiculously pleased and terribly fond, his whole chest like spun cotton candy, fluffy and light, and sticky sweet.

“Well,” Draco said, “this one is a little bit selfish.”

Harry hummed and just cuddled a little closer so that he was more in Draco’s chair than his own.

"I have to get up to give it to you," he said, chuckling softly and pressing even more kisses into Harry's hair.

With a heaving sigh, he forced his body upright once more with a piteous groan.

His boyfriend leaned down and pecked his lips, "Love you," he murmured against his mouth.

"Mmmh," he hummed, wrapping a hand around Draco's neck and drawing him closer.

"Menace," Draco murmured, kissing him, kissing him, kissing him, like there was nothing else that he'd rather do.

Harry grinned up at him when he pulled back, trailing the tips of his fingers over Draco's flushed cheeks.

"Tell me you love me," Draco requested, soft and sweet, smiling and open.

"I love you," he said, soft and sure, the truest thing he's ever known.

With a mischievous smirk, he gave Harry a wink and sauntered off. It was a couple minutes later when Draco appeared on stage, wearing a sequin top and a pair of short white shorts, tummy peaking out as he pulled the microphone out of the holder.

He cleared his throat, "I wanted to thank you all for being here to celebrate my very favorite person," he said and Harry's face stretched into a smile so wide it made his cheeks hurt. "And also for bearing witness to what's about to happen," he added as the choruses of 'awws' and whistling died down.

Draco gave a nod to Blaise who was standing at the ready by the karaoke machine waiting to hit play. And then Draco started singing, looking out at Harry with a huge grin.

"The moon is high, like your friends the night that we first met," he started.

And Harry laughed at the memory, they had all been high that night after they'd graduated. Lounging about or dancing around the club, causing all sorts of chaos.

"Now I've read all of the books beside your bed," he continued with a wink. Harry grinned up at him, because that was true too, they'd read most of them together, actually, curled up under the duvet. He hadn't been read to as a child, but Draco more than made up for it with the voices and the dramatic way he read.

"The wine is cold, like the shoulder that I gave you in the street. Cat and mouse for a month, or two, or three," he sang on, twisting his body to look at Harry coyly and Harry remembered the months between when he’d started to feel attracted to Draco and when Draco had started to believe him, "now I wake up in the night to watch you breathe."

There was another round of 'awes' and some pretend wretching but Draco rolled his eyes and sang on. Meeting Harry's gaze once more as he sang, "I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings," and Harry's heart flew into his throat at the implication, did he mean it? Was that even possible?

"And I hate accidents, except when we went from friends," he gestured between the two of them, "to this."

His heart burst, Draco did so hate the unplanned, abhorred surprises. That proclamation-

"Darling, you're the one I want in paper rings, in picture frames, in dirty dreams-" a chorus of laughter and whistling broke out and Draco's cheeks flushed bright red but he kept singing, staring at Harry with a naked devotion and affection.

He couldn't breathe with it, his heart rattled painfully around his chest.

Draco sang the next verse before jumping down off the stage and making his way to Harry, bending down as he sang "kiss me once, cause you know I've had a long night," Harry leaned in obligingly and kissed his cheek. "Kiss me twice cause it's gonna be alright," and there were those nerves tingling from Draco's consciousness and into Harry's. He leaned in and kissed his cheek again. "Three times, cause I've waited my whole life." And this time he leaned in to press a hasty kiss to Harry's lips like he couldn't help himself while they counted him back in.

He sang the refrain again, climbing into Harry's lap as he melted into the bridge, "I want to drive away with you, I want your complications too, I want your dreary Mondays-"

Harry's throat went tight around those words, around the way that Draco loved him when he couldn't make heads or tails of the darkness that threatened to overwhelm him.

"-Wrap your arms around me, baby boy," he said, giving one of Harry's arms a little tug.

He repeated the bridge, wrapping an arm around Harry's neck and carding his fingers tenderly through Harry's curls, making Harry tear up again as he stared up into those beautiful silver eyes.

Draco moved into the refrain again, slower and a little sweeter, like a promise. "I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings." Harry gripped him a little tighter, "you're the one I want," he sang softly. "And I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this, uh huh, darling.”

He jumped up, Harry’s fingers trailing after him as he went, singing the refrain again as he made his way to Pansy who was holding out a small box for him. “In paper rings, in picture frames, in all my dreams,” he sang as he made his way back over and dropped to his knees. “You’re the one I want,” he sang, looking up as he opened the box to reveal a gold band.

Harry’s hands flew to his mouth, like a complete cliche, “Draco,” he whispered as the crowd around them went unnaturally still.

“Marry me?” he asked, eyes tight around the edges like he thought Harry could possibly say no.

“Yes, of course yes,” he said, “you silly, perfect man. Of course.”

The room erupted into cheering but Harry could hardly hear it, too wrapped up in his love to notice.

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Written for @flufftober prompt 2 “friends, family, loved ones”

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Bloodstains in the Snow

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: Violence, swear words (I think), little fluff.

Word Count: 1.5K-ish

Summary: After a late night job, Billy wanders through the snow, figuring out how he feels about you.

A/N: I wrote this pretty quick but I actually think it’s pretty good, maybe even one of the best things I’ve written. I love writing fluffy Billy but every once in awhile I really enjoy violent/unhinged/unapologetic Billy. But he’s still soft for the person he loves. I hope you like it and hope you all enjoy your holiday season! ♥️

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

The late night city sounds were muffled by the heavy flakes of snow as they fluttered quickly to the ground. After the job was finished, he just wandered along the sidewalk looking down at what looked like a carpet of cotton beneath his feet.

His leather and black shearling coat collar pulled up to block the snow from touching the hot skin of his neck and his black beanie covered his ears to protect him from the savage wind that assaulted him from all directions.

He closed his eyes and remembered how much blood was spilled tonight.

He passed bar patrons that had ducked outside quickly for a few drags on their cigarettes before running back inside to get away from the bitter cold.

The scent of ash mixed with the fresh scent of the snow occupied his sense of smell even after he walked past that strip of bars. Stifled music coming from inside the bars was only clear when someone would open the door and muted again once the doors were closed.

Sometimes the desert overseas would get cold at night, but it would never get New York City winter cold. Blood looked brighter against the colorless shroud of snow than on top of the desert sands but spilled blood was spilled blood and it all came from the same source…evil.

Overseas, he spent some nights trying not to die and he flirted with death on more than one occasion. He had wondered if he would die never knowing what it’s like to be truly loved by someone and would he ever have what his best friend Frank had…a loving wife and kids.

“Only the dead have seen the end of war” and Billy Russo wouldn’t go down without fighting. He had done it his entire life…he was a survivor and a fighter. He fought for his life and for his country in wars at home and war overseas but he still didn’t know if he was worthy of love.

If he deserved love, then why did she leave him? Why did she abandon him? He was just a little boy. Did she love him at all? He didn’t know the answer to that and he would never know. Now, he wondered if anyone could love him for who he really is, even with all the things he has done.

Maybe you could be the one to love him.

The picturesque snow drifts were a perfect white under the glow of the city street lamps, his mind then flashed to ribbons of red running through the snow cradling the bodies of the would-be assassins. They had come for the state representative Billy and his team were protecting.

His last thoughts had been of you when he had the large arms of a mob boss wrapped tightly around his neck before Frank put a bullet in between his eyes.

Billy didn’t think twice about killing them all, no regard for any of their lives. He didn’t know if any of them had families or children and he didn’t care. All he knew was he had a job to do and he wanted to go home to you.

The goon had said something in Billy’s ear that caused his muscles to stiffen and his face to flush with rage. “You gotta real pretty girl, Russo. After we’re done with you, we’ll pay her a visit at your penthouse.”

They had threatened you.

It wouldn’t have bothered him if he wasn’t attached to you like he was. Billy was very much in love with you although he didn’t realize he was until your life was endangered.

What if they had taken you away from him? He couldn’t live with himself if that happened. Billy Russo didn’t lose fights and he would fight off the entire world just so he wouldn’t lose you.

The hollow cold stung his lungs as he inhaled the mid-winter air and let out a long exhale when he glanced down at the blood on his hands from the scum who’s throat he had just ripped out. Blood poured out quickly; it could not be contained. That man was now lying in the snow gasping for air he would never get. Billy saw nothing but red until they were all dead.

The rage burned like white hot fire in his veins as he sliced them all from groin to sternum, spilling their insides, disrupting the blanket of white underneath them and then it was over.

A devilish grin extended across Billy’s mouth, his doll-like eyes shined against the stark white snow as he watched their lives fade away forever into the cold; he enjoyed killing even though he knew he shouldn’t.

As he continued to walk against the powerful wind, his lips curled up into a slight smile. You were safe and warm back at his penthouse…probably sound asleep.

Billy didn’t want to think about it but he wondered what it would be like if he never got to sleep next to you again, or you reaching for his shirt collar in your sleep so you could nuzzle into the crook of his neck to keep your nose from getting cold.

When he had nightmares, you didn’t get scared. You were only scared for him and hoped you were doing enough to comfort him. It was more than anyone else had done for him and he welcomed it.

But what if he never got to hear you laugh or see your beautiful smile again? He was never going to give those up; he was never going to give YOU up. Billy started to walk faster into the large snowflakes falling quickly from the sky toward Anvil to get his car.

The walk to clear his head was done and he was ready to go home.

Finally, he was inside the car and out of the smothering cold, he looked at his hands as they grasped the steering wheel. Wind burned and blood stained, it was difficult to not look at them as he carefully drove home.

The snow-covered streets were nearly empty as the clock on the dashboard flashed 2 AM; he drove slowly, being extra careful not to slip and slide all over the road. Billy didn’t survive a night of mob bosses and thugs just to be taken out in a car accident.

When Billy arrived home, he inhaled sharply, unlocked the door and stepped inside. As he closed the door behind him, he exhaled forcefully and removed his boots.

The chill in his bones lingered until the hot water from the shower pelted against his skin, and the scent of your shampoo still hung inside the confines of the shower doors. It was silly but he loved to wash your hair and his mouth went tight with anger when he realized he didn’t get to do that for you tonight.

His tension eased however when he remembered that because you were safe, he would be able to do it the next time. It took a little effort but Billy removed the blood from his hands and from underneath his fingernails; they returned to their normal color and his long skilled fingers, along with the rest of his body, were no longer cold.

He could not wait to hold you.

The soft orange glow of the salt lamp illuminated your face just enough for Billy to see you were fast asleep. You stirred slightly when he pulled the blanket back and let a low whimper escape your lips as he carefully inched closer; he did not want to disturb your sleep.

You were wearing one of his old Marines t-shirts when he reached for you, his hands slipped under the blanket to touch your bare thigh, and your warm skin was soft from the lotion you applied earlier.

The tip of your nose touched the base of Billy’s neck and you wrapped your fingers around the collar of his shirt. The bristles of his beard brushed your shoulder as he pressed his lips against you.

He had never been more relieved to be home.

“I don’t deserve you, sweet girl. The things I’ve done…” He said in barely more than a whisper.

But he did. Billy did deserve to be loved, he was worthy of the love he craved and desired. He had to fight and kill to survive, to live; that didn’t make him a bad person. And now he had another reason to do what he does best…for love.

He did love you, he was sure of it now. “I love you.” Said Billy, softly against your ear.

And you loved him.

As long as there are men like that out there, Billy will always have a war to fight. He will make it his mission to destroy any evil that could take away the love he’s wanted his entire life.

As the snow continued to fall outside your window, the dreamlike picture below outshined the carnage shed outside on the streets tonight.

The tomb-like silence was music to his ears as he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep while the blanket of white piled up high, cloaking the red stains left behind. “They won’t be missed.” He said to himself.

“Only the dead have seen the end of war.” -Plato

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Ranking 7 photos algorithmically served to me attempting to aesthetically stage a Gilmore Girls rewatch

7. Coming in dead last is this disgustingly tragic and confusing combination of frozen mini pizzas and what appears to be a stemless wine glass full of orange juice??? positively hanging on for dear life to a thin, cracked cutting board that looks like it started its life in the Target dollar spot. I can't imagine a more nightmarish stain on my bland white sheets or frustrating debris to try and drain from my laptop keyboard than the pukey combination of marinara sauce and sticky juice, nor can I imagine a more depressing excuse for a comfort meal. Praying this person is a 12 year old trying to feel fancy by stealing a stemless wine glass from their mom while they were distracted by an episode of The Bachelor. Also, can we not find a single vibey Ikea lamp to turn on? Not cropping out the cable in the top right corner is an extra ominous choice. Bonus point for the gay sounding caption caught on screen though. 1/10

6. All I can think of looking at this cursed image is innocently uncrossing my legs and flipping the entire set-up over, spilling sugary milky foamy pumpkin coffee all over my twee cotton sheets, crushing burnt cookie crumbs all up in my grill, poopy melted chocolate chip stains everywhere, and setting my fluffy synthetic pillows ablaze. Making sure the food items are resting unwisely on your laptop but straight up nestling two Glade clearance candles right on your bed is extremely unwell behavior. 2/10

5. These cookies look like hamburger buns with jam and I hate thinking of the texture of them in my mouth but at least the hearts are trying and the waffle knit of the blanket looks cozy. The plate looks like it's resting on crossed legs rather than an actual bed this time. Good job with no open flames!!! 3/10

4. This looks like a second attempt from #6 - these cookies look like an upgrade, even down to the cutesy plate. They're livin' on the wild side with black coffee directly on the bed this time, but I guess that's less insane than multiple lit candles. I'm imagining this poor girl applying lipstick to kiss her list of things she loves which include "2000's movies", "stars/moon", and "pretty clothe" and I realize I am mocking a very lonely little girl and now I feel bad. Keep on binging GG, friend, you need it!!! 4/10

3. First off, trying to post ~aesthetic GG content with tea instead of coffee? Who are you, Luke Danes??? Points subtracted immediately. You're expecting me to think you're just casually whipping up a batch of cinnamon rolls, watching GG AND reading a novel? You're either watching or reading, doll, I simply refuse to accept both. That book is stressing me out. Get a bookmark! 4/10

2. I had to really study this one and decide if it was the same person as the previous photo. It may be, but this one features some important upgrades - that mug may possibly be coffee, the gray sweater looks fuzzy and comforting, cute manicure, and the cinnamon rolls are positively drowning in icing which I respect. I am once again judging your casually open book you fucking liar, but I enjoy the natural lighting and practical desktop surface. I refuse to entertain the thought that a GG rewatch can hit even a little bit on a tiny propped up iPad though. Give me a big TV and a couch/bed or nothing. 5/10

Now this is what I'm fucking talking about!!! Commit to the bit, people. This person put their whole pussy into making that delightful looking drink and stuck to the pumpkin theme. There's some pleasant mood lighting going on and I buy that this could be a tablescape rather than a crowded obstacle course on a twin bed. I am actually curious to try one of those cookies and the sweater weather candle is no doubt contributing positive vibes to the room. All precarious items are safely crowded onto a tray. Still hate the iPad but whatever. 8/10

[cophene]

007 | california king bed.

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pairing : jojolion x gn reader summary : the heir to an limitless fortune goes on a vacation to morioh to find their true love. seems easy enough; only, if that they're unable to find their love, they'll lose not just their fortune, but their life. notes : multi-chapter fic, sfw, doesn’t follow canon plot word count : 2.9k+

★ . . . KARERA HAD NO PROBLEM GOING to sleep, time zones be damned, and so her snoring kept you up the entire night. You must have dozed off at some point, because when you next opened your eyes, light was filtering in through the window and Karera was gone.

You groaned and reached for your phone before pausing. It was now officially one month before your nineteenth birthday. One month for you to find your true love and claim your family’s fortune.

Or one month until you died, depending on how you looked at it. 

KARERA: Oi, headed over to your villa. You can stop by before you head off with pretty boy to drop off your things. I'll wait until then before i go out. Wouldn’t want to cockblock you kekeke

Hope you didn’t forget about the sightseeing. You’re supposed to meet at 11.

PLEASE DONT SLEEP IN OR I SWEAR. AND DONT LET THE PRETTY BOY FORGET EITHER. YOU HAVE HIS NUMBER RIGHT??

Y/N: Don’t get an ulcer, i have his number.

I'm gonna be fine, don’t worry. Pretty sure josuke won’t make me do anything weird.

Actually, what time was it? You bolted upright.

It was already ten thirty.

You hastily got your clothes and crossed the hall to take a quick shower. Why hadn’t you set an alarm? You’d been too cotton-headed from talking to Josuke to remember. Still dripping water onto the floor, you rushed back to your room to pack a small bag. You would’ve gone outside right then if your stomach hadn’t loudly declared it was empty. 

You had virtually no energy. If you didn’t eat something you’d collapse before you and Josuke left the mansion. The Higashikatas wouldn’t mind if you grabbed something from the fridge, would they? 

You went into the kitchen. Gleaming marble countertops and shiny appliances greeted you, as well as Daiya and Kei at the kitchen island.

“Morning,” you croaked, wincing at how crusty you sounded.

“Morning, Y/N!” Daiya chirped. “Did you sleep well?” A pair of teacups sat in front of her and she pushed one toward you, almost as though she’d been waiting for you.

“Didn’t sleep at all actually, but thanks for asking.” You gulped down the tea. A little sweet but it helped.

“Good morning, L/N-san,” Kei said. She was drying plates and replacing them in the cupboards. She didn’t quite smile at you. “Would you like something to eat before you go out with Josuke?”

“Don’t bother, I can just grab whatever you have from the fridge.”

“It is not a problem. Norisuke-san gave me directions to look after you during your stay.” With that, Kei whipped out some breakfast foods in a flurry. In no time at all, there was a bowl of miso soup, a rolled omelette and a bowl of fluffy white rice in front of you. Despite your protests, Kei began cutting cubes of cantaloupe and watermelon too.

You glanced at your phone and began shovelling food into your mouth. No time to argue. If you spent a minute on each dish, you should be able to make it.

Daiya watched you eat closely. Extremely closely, her eyes squinting a little as though she had trouble seeing you. “You’re going out with Josuke today?”

“Mhm.” You downed the miso soup in one gulp.

“Slow down. You’ll choke. Are you in a hurry?”

You nodded. “Hard to explain, but I need to be out of here by eleven.”

Daiya hummed. After a beat, she asked, “Y/N, what do you think happiness is?”

You didn’t have time to chat with Daiya right now, but you felt bad ignoring her. “That might be too deep for someone who just woke up.”

Daiya rested her head on her hand. “That’s fine. Just tell me what you think happiness is. I won’t make fun of you.”

You glanced around discreetly for Kei, hoping she would divert the conversation for you. She had disappeared, though. You thought you heard the sound of a vacuum being fired up somewhere.

“Well, I guess … happiness is security. Knowing that you're safe and that things won’t catch you off guard and … ruin everything,” you mumbled to your omelette.

Daiya’s dark eyes glittered like marbles. “That’s interesting. I wouldn’t have expected that from you.”

You shoved the omelette in our mouth. Looks like you wouldn’t have time for the fruit. “I should get going,” you said, trying to break off the conversation as gracefully as you could.

“Do you know what I think happiness is?” Daiya asked, oblivious. “Sharing your memories with someone. A fluffy cake shared together, or huddling under an umbrella. Waking up on a lazy afternoon in each other’s arms. I think sharing those little memories with someone is true happiness. They’re more precious than anything.”

One breath and you’d be out the door. “That’s pretty romantic of you, Daiya.”

“Do you think so?!” she gasped, leaning towards you.

“Yeah, I mean—I guess.”

“Can I tell you something?” Daiya smiled softly. “The truth is, my eyesight is pretty bad. I fell into the faults when I was a toddler. I can’t see more than a few inches in front of me. Dad’s always worried about me, but I just tell everyone to treat me normally. I don’t want people fussing over me.”

Guilt knifed through your heart. You were being such a jerk right now. Daiya was doing her best trying to have a conversation and all you could think about was leaving. 

Daiya gasped as she pitched forward suddenly. Her arm reached out to grab the counter but it knocked over your teacup instead. Without thinking, you reached out to catch her. The teacup shattered.

“Y/N…” Daiya murmured.

“Careful. You could’ve hurt yourself.” You looked down at the floor, grimacing at the shards of porcelain.

Daiya raised her face. She was so close you could count her individual lashes. “Y/N … are you fussing over me?”

“What?”

“Didn’t I tell you not to? I don’t want to be fussed over.”

“I wasn’t. I just didn’t want you to—”

Between one blink and the next, your perception went wonky. It was the strangest thing, but it felt as though something dropped out of your eye. You didn’t have time to see what it was before Daiya caught it in her palm.

You tentatively let go of Daiya. You scrubbed at your eye, blinking rapidly. “What was that? Did you just do something?”

Daiya ignored you. Even if she couldn’t see well, she picked her way over to the living room with the ease of someone who knew where everything was. She stopped in front of a game of chess and considered it.

You followed after, feeling light-headed. The board only had a handful of large black chess pieces, each with a sphere inlaid in it. When you looked closely, you thought you could make out symbols in each of the pieces. The piece that Daiya put down was a bishop, the profile of a person faintly visible in its sphere.

There was a nagging feeling in your skull, like you had just entered a room and forgotten why. You rubbed at your eye again, the confusion like cotton stuffing. Your body urged you to get going, but why?

“You’re missing a lot of pieces. How are you supposed to play?”

“The number of pieces isn’t important.” Daiya laid her head on the chess board, touching each chess piece in turn. “This one is a memory of someone playing in a flower garden. And this one is of riding a bike. Oh, and this one is of a cute little kitten!”

Memories? Inside the chess pieces? You peered at the bishop Daiya had just set down. The guy inside the sphere had his dark hair hidden under a sailor cap. His quiet smile tugged at something in your mind. “So what’s this one? Who’s that guy inside of it?” Why did you feel like he was important? You’d never seen a sailor cap like that before, but you couldn’t get rid of the feeling. 

Daiya giggled. “You have no idea.”

“I feel like he’s important. Like there was something I had to do.” You rubbed your eye again. No matter how hard you smacked your brain, you just couldn’t remember who the guy was.

“Fairness is rules, and rules are power,” Daiya said in a sing-song voice. “And in the spirit of being fair, I’m going to explain my Stand ability to you, okay?”

In a burst, Daiya’s Stand appeared behind her. It was bright and colourful, with a head that resembled a travel cushion and five other connected units, all with smiley faces on them. “My Stand’s name is California King Bed. If you break a fair rule of mine, I get to extract a memory from you.”

It felt like the floor dropped out from under you. You rushed to the chess board, snatching up the bishop. “You stole a memory from me?”

“Mhm, and I’m not going to give it back. I told you not to fuss over me. That was the rule.”

What the hell? You shook the chess piece, panic rising up your throat. You tried to twist it apart, break open the sphere. This guy was part of your memories! No wonder your head felt so fuzzy.

“Be careful with that,” Daiya chided. “If the piece breaks or gets lost, the memory will disappear forever!”

“Give my memory back!” you yelled. “Daiya, this isn’t funny. Give it back, right now!” You didn’t have a clue what the memory was, but Daiya wouldn’t have taken it if it weren’t important.

“Hm, I wonder what time it is,” Daiya said, grazing the watch on her wrist.

“Time?” You looked at her watch hands. It was nearly eleven. But why did that matter?

Your hand brushed against your pocket, and even through the material, you felt the chill of your bone dice. You jolted at the realization. You had made a bet yesterday with someone! They had rolled higher than seven, and so you had to do whatever task they set out! But who had it been? You had to do it by twelve, but what had the task been? 

“How do I get my memory back?” you asked Daiya, gripping the bishop in your hand. “There has to be a way, right?”

“There is,” Daiya said. “The fairness of rules is power, so I’ll tell you California King Bed’s weakness too.” She smiled wickedly at you. 

“If I happen to step on your shadow, then …”

Daiya’s foot grazed over your shadow on the ground. All at once, the chess piece on your hand hissed, a crack running through it. White mist escaped the sphere, trailing towards your head before Daiya snatched her foot back, giggling. Just as quickly, the mist zipped back into the chess piece and it became solid again.

“It’s going to be a lot harder than that to get me to step on your shadow,” Daiya teased. “Where all of the lights are, the windows, even the sun’s position … I’ve got it all memorized! If you need true love to break your curse, I’ll do it! I’ll be your true love! We’ll share all of your memories and have true happiness!”

You gaped at Daiya. Yesterday at dinner you’d brushed her off as the ditzy little sister. Obviously, she was a lot more cunning than that. You had to get outside. You were meant to do something at eleven, you just couldn’t remember what the hell it had been. Did it have something to do with the guy on the chess piece? If you told Daiya about your Stand and the dice, she might be willing to give your memory back. But what if she used it against you? You could ask her to roll and force her to return the memory with Dancing’s Done, but you genuinely weren’t sure what number she would roll. Your Stand had surprised you once; you couldn’t afford to owe a task to Daiya.

“If you wanna go sightseeing, I can take you,” Daiya said. She tapped your nose. “You’re dressed so sloppily. Why don’t we go back to your room and we can pick something better? Ooh, maybe we could match!”

You gritted your teeth as Daiya skipped toward your room. You looked at the chess piece again, willing anything to come up. Would Dancing’s Done attack you still if you couldn’t remember the task? Did that count as opposition?

“Are you coming?”

You walked slowly to your room, trying to calm yourself. Daiya would be at a loss if your fingers started falling off, but you couldn’t do anything about it.

The best bet would be to get Daiya to step on your shadow somehow. But even if her vision was impaired, it was going to be hard as hell.

When his phone read a quarter past eleven, Josuke wasn’t overly worried. Y/N said they would suffer jet lag and Josuke himself had gotten to the mansion five minutes late. He sent off a text that he was outside but to take their time. At least he had time to plan out what they would do.

His phone went off then and Josuke answered, thinking it was Y/N.

“Hello?”

“Oi, this is the pretty boy, right? Are you and Y/N out and about already?”

It took a second for Josuke to place the voice. “Is this Karera?”

“Ding-ding-ding.”

“I’m still waiting for Y/N. We haven’t left the mansion yet.”

The other end was silent for a second. “Wait, what? You’re still at the Higashikata mansion? Do you know what time it is?”

“It’s not like we have a schedule or anything. We don’t even know where we’re going today.”

“YOU IDIOT!” Karera screeched. Josuke winced, pulling his phone away from his ear. “Did you completely forget about the dice? You rolled a nine. If Y/N doesn’t get their ass outside right now, their Stand is probably pulling them apart already!”

Josuke’s blood turned icy. Shit. He had completely forgotten. Today’s sightseeing was because of Y/N’s Stand. According to Joshu, his fingers and then his entire arm had fallen off when he’d defied the Stand’s task. Josuke strained to see beyond the mansion’s gate. He didn’t know if the same would happen to Y/N considering they were the Stand’s user, but if it would, then where were they?

“I don’t know where Y/N is,” Josuke said to Karera. “Could they have left already?”

“They were asleep when I left for the villa,” she said. “They would’ve told one of us if they’d gone somewhere!”

Josuke’s insides went wobbly when he thought of Y/N suffering their own Stand attack. If he had known that could happen, he would’ve given Y/N a simpler task. Then again, Joshu had been yelling his ear off about it, but you learned to tune Joshu out after a while.

“Are you still at the villa? Could you help me find them?” Josuke asked.

Karera didn’t answer right away. “I’m … a little held up with something. You’re on your own, pretty boy. I’m gonna hope that since you and Y/N didn’t decide on anything specific, Dancing��s Done will be a bit more lenient. But if it isn’t and Y/N is bleeding out, you’d better count your days.”

“It’s not like I wanted this to happen,” Josuke muttered. “I’m going to try and figure this out. I’ll call you back.”

Karera grunted and Josuke ended the call. He craned his neck to take in the gated wall. Could he scale it? Or maybe he could use Soft and Wet’s bubbles to lift him over…?

Thankfully, the gates slid open. Josuke frowned when he spotted Joshu’s hair but rushed forward anyway.

“Joshu, do you know where Y/N is?”

Joshu clicked his tongue. “Why do you wanna know? Trying to improve your chances?”

“Improve my chances?”

Joshu strutted towards Josuke and jabbed his finger into his chest. “You and I are both going after Y/N for their money. I’ve got the means to back it up. You don’t. You should just forget it.”

Josuke’s mind briefly buffered. “Are you talking about the true love curse?”

“I’m gonna get Y/N to fall in love with me.” Joshu smiled smugly. “Then I won’t have to bother with the fruit company because I’ll be filthy rich.”

Josuke couldn’t help laughing. “That’s never going to happen.”

“Says you. You didn’t even know who the hell you were a year ago. You still don’t. I’m fully in control of who I am and what I want.”

“Keep telling yourself that.”

“You’re just worried they’ll actually fall for me, aren’t you? I got Yasuho to do it.”

“Yasuho was never in love with you.” Josuke didn’t even know why he was talking about this. He wasn’t vying to be Y/N’s true love, but a part of him rebelled at the thought of it being Joshu. 

“Can you just tell me where Y/N is? I completely forgot about their dice yesterday and they’re supposed to come with me to go sightseeing. I don’t want their Stand to attack them just because I was late.”

Joshu’s eyes widened. “That’s right.” He turned back to look at the house and began running. “Fuck! If they died because they couldn’t go out today, I’m gonna lose that fortune! Where the fuck are they? And why were you just standing there like a dumbass? Do you want them to die?”

Josuke scowled and rushed after Joshu. Why did everyone keep asking that?

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[wildfire317s-oc-box]

My nicknames for the demon slayer / kny characters (probably gonna be edited as time goes on):

Tanjiro: checkers, fox-cub, country bumpkin #1, cannon-ball, simba, glitched eevee

Nezuko: dynamite, foxlette, bunny-rabbit, local cleric

Zenitsu: bug-zapper, sparky, thunder, lightning bolt, zen-, simp lord, timone, pikachu

Inosuke: piggu, oinker, boar-boy, country bumpkin #2, mankey, pumba

Murata: squeaker, lucky clover, mister nine lives

Genya: fluff-ball, grumpy gills junior, half 'n' half, hyena-boy, beastie

Kanao: lucky-flip

Aoi: lapis, sky blue

Sabito: sabi-, fire fox, soggy/sabi-fox, fox-boy, the ginger, local red-head, short-stack, short-king, secret weasly

Makomo: momo-chan, sky-fox, quick-silver, shorty, daisy-chain

Giyuu: shadow, shadow-fox, fox-fox, espresso-depresso

Urokodaki: fox-dad, old man river

Kyojuro: Ren-, K(i)yo, Phoenix, fire-chicken, owl boy, (my apologies in advance) donut man

Shinjuro: mega butt-lord, maltov, head-butt practice, gunpowder fuse

Senjuro: owlet, Sen-, baby-phoenix, sweet bean

Kanae: monarch, lilac, sweet one

Shinobu: lavender, butterfly, grumpy one, chihuahua

Sanemi: feral-ass, gremlin man, feral pomeranian, cottonheaded ninimuggins, cotton poof, grumpy gills senior, shouty mc-lionmane the second (the original being nishiki from tokyo ghoul), deranged dandelion, dunkass

Uzui: loud-mouth, gaston knock-off, bastard ass, obnoxious mf, tryhard ninja, man-hoe, rich prick, pickpocket-bait, spoiled jackass, captain crack-head, testiclies high dumbass of testosterone

Muichiro: Mui-, -chiro, misty, cloudy-boy, spacer, space-cadet, pedo-buster, smol-bean

Mitsuri: love-bug, melon-stripes, best-girl (of the humans), cat-girl, sweet-girl

Iguro: snek, sneky-snek, snake-boy, snake-charmer, zebra-stripes, duo-chrome, dress boy (you all know the dress i mean if you look at his entire color-palette), icyhot, sneaky simp

Gyomei: gentle giant, beastie-tree, tibetin-mastiff, the tall one, prayer beads, mister budda beads

Kaigaku: Kai-, evil-sparky, local rogue, invert-color-zenitsu, black-lightning, gender-bent azula, tiger-cub

Kokushibo/mitchikatsu: koku-, mitchi-, -shibo, sixer, moony, Kaigaku's dad, ponytail

Douma: frosty, blondie, ink-splat, great-dane, daki & gyutaro's dad, rainbow-brain, lounge-lion, kaleidoscope eyes

Akaza/Hakuji: cat-boy, tabby-stripe, raging-bisexual, pinky, -kaza

Nakime: Naki, rapunzel, mademoiselle noir, Naki-nak's

Hantengu: -tengu, murder-hobo, bird-brain, lord of bullshitery, han-, mousey

Gyokko: shape of water, fish for brains, dollar-store axolotl, house-plant, shitty-wizard, pedo-fish, off brand anish kapoor

Daki: material-girl, alt-timeline barbie (if you know you know), miss wears pink on wednesdays

Gyutaro: pretty paint-splatter boy, cutie-spots, pretty pretty gyutaro, floofy-hair, sharky, snarky-shark, gyu-, taro-taro, hyena-shark, hyena-man, mantis, floof-floof-cotton-poof, paint/ink splatter cutie

Enmu: enmu the tank engine, train-boy, emu, goat-eyes, (^w^)/OwO face, crazy-train, (in reference to his disembodied hand alone) off brand thing, HMS (his majesty's simp), the OwO translator

Ubume: n/a

Rokuro: geode, lower moon dad 2, rock-uro

Hairo: grouchy wolf, grumpy guns, dollar store cowboy

Wakuraba: elf-ears, off-brand legolas

Mukago: fuzzball, whiskers, fluffy-horns

Rui: spidy, spider-boy, ru-ru, rui-ru, web-slinger, tiny bean, smol gremlin, precious pain in the ass, adorable lil shit, squishy, squishy-cheeks, raging ball of white fluff, spidy/spider-paws

Kamanue: baby-dragon, kama-kama, kama, nue

Kyogai: tiger-stripes, tiger, kyo-, looks like a dad (not even kidding he looks very similar to my actual dad just put a goatee on him), mister its a kilt, captain funky music, big drummer-boy, lower moon dad 1

Tamayo: tama-san, tama-tama, the science queen

Yushiro: bratty-cat, simp king

Susumaru: maru, susu, maru-chan

Yahaba: triple a, mister hand-eye coordination, off brand death the kid

[littleeggrock]

some songs that remind me of the qsmp, it's gonna be a long one haha

Malmo - Mook

Imagery of a train station throughout , "the kind of place you mean to pass through, before you know it it's home" - pretty obv but they cant leave the island,

"it's a Saturday night in june and im waiting by the tracks to get out of this place" - the smp started in March, but the lore really started to pick up in June, things only snowballing from there. Also the imagery of train tracks, could connect that to the outcome of the puzzles after the timer event leading up to the nether

"there's something about the language, something about these people who look an awful lot like me" - there's the very obvious language barriers, and the fact that while all of the streamers on the island are very different, many of them agree on the same principles like that the eggs come before anything else, elquack bad, federation mostly bad, etc

"you laugh and I agree, that this thing has got the best of me" - many of the streamers have become so emotionally invested in their eggs that they care for them like actual children, and All of them realize this about themselves

The kids don't stand a chance - vampire weekend

do I really need to elaborate lmao.

"The pin striped men of morning, are coming forward to dance, with pure Egyptian cotton, the kids don't stand a chance" - the federation, a seemingly untouchable, perfect group, commonly depicted wearing suits, gave us the eggs, but also threw them and the characters into an incredibly difficult situation, two lives per egg, an insanely dangerous island, with the ever present threat of human error, the streamers cant keep this up forever.

"You criticize the practice, by murdering their plants, ignoring all the history, denying them romance" - the feds have little regard for what the streamers do on the island, so long as they comply with their rules and standards, but when a streamer does do something "illegal" the consequences can be extreme, pac and mike being arrested, Cellbit in general, multiple people have been shot, the list goes on. They don't care if someone or something is important to you, if it gets in the way they Will deal with it accordingly

"I didn't like the business, but that was at first glance, your pillow feels so soft now, but still you must advance" - many people have and are actively working with the feds right now, (cough jaidens gone cough cough), they may not like it now, if they ever did, but for many its too late to back out without consequences so still they press onwards

"the kids don't stand a chance" - repeated many times throughout the song, many of the eggs never stood a chance at all, trump was abandoned, tilin and flippa died to people they loved and trusted, and bobby got in over his head and the lag took him, there's almost no way for Any of the eggs to defend against the code(s) on their own, and even with streamers they were still put in almost an impossible situation, it's very difficult to log on every day and take care of an egg, poor philza lmao

Comfort eagle - cake

"we are building a religion, we are building it bigger, we are widening the corridors, we are adding more lanes" - the feds like to make structures, this reminds me specifically of the main base, where quackity walked through before he was kidnapped and where jaiden "toured" briefly before disappearing. They also are recruiting people to work with them, it's not quite a religion but they are awfully focused on making things perfect, and really like the color white which is often made out to represent holiness or godliness

"To resist it is futile, it is useless to resist it" - the feds get what they want no matter what, you may refuse them once and they leave, but they will not stop until they get what they "need". They also aren't afraid to play dirty, manipulating Cellbit and bad and leaving them absolutely miserable

"And the fluffy white lines that the airplane leaves behind, are drifting right in front of the waning of the moon" - french plane crash. Do I need to say more

"We are building a religion, we are making a brand, we're the only ones to turn to when your castles turn to sand" - the feds like to recruit people while they are desperate, (Jaiden, foolish, quackity, etc) trying to appear reliable so they can manipulate you further

"There's no need to ask directions if you ever lose your mind, we're behind you, we're behind you and let us please remind you, we can send a car to find you if you ever lose your way" - again, the feds strike when the streamers are vulnerable, physically and emotionally

There's a lot more little details I could connect to individual characters but I am very tired rn so we will stick to general stuff

This was probably mostly rambling but I needed to get these thoughts outta my head somehow before school starts again, I need space to think about an education and not just my various hyperfixtations lmao

Sorta unrelated but I have a Spotify playlist that's half stolen from other people's qsmp themed playlists and recommendations and tailored to my personal tastes, I've also added stuff I've found that i think belongs there too, feel free to check it out if you are interested

[la-nightraine]

I Like a Lot of Aesthetics,

I wrote this on June 13, 2023 at around 23:41 my local time. For some reason, it stayed in Keep and never got posted, even though I say I like how I wrote it every time. So here you go now, enjoy!

Right now, I like cool-colored neon and synthwave. It's so dreamy and reminds me of "Lavender Haze" by Taylor Swift, and everything else from her album Midnights. It reminds me of stars and the dark and a much needed silence in the world at 2am. They sound like sparkly, twinkling ideas and I feel like strutting amongst them like spotlights on a big concert stage, and I feel like flying up.

Sometimes, I do feel like lofi and rainy days. Not necessarily warm colors, but low-saturated ones that put me to sleep kinda does the thing. It's all about sitting by a window bobbing your head up and down and getting lost in daydreams underneath the blanket you carried over on your shoulders. Maybe it screams lazy energy or that of a slow, calm day---not necessarily productive, but why not try to be while everything's paced nicely.

Other times, I feel pastel and dream pop---pink cloudy skies and Blue Neighbourhood by Troye Sivan. They are days spent playfully in a world of melted cotton candy and never-ending sunsets. Everything feels light and in flight, including me except, well, I've never been high. And it's when you feel so fluffy you could lay on a giant powdery fur and stay there forever.

This doesn't mean I never feel glittery, though. Of course I still do! Sometimes, pop makes you feel like the prettiest girl in the room and when that happens to me, I make sure my gestures show that I'm the prettiest girl to walk down this street today. I may look a little shy from time to time, but that's part of acting like a cutie. Deep down, I'm confident I look nice and that confidence will take a verbal criticism to put down. It doesn't have to be an actual fit of glitters, you just have to feel like you're glimmering under the sun like the winks of an idol.

On select occassions, I'd also feel hot. And by hot, I mean all eyes on me kinda thing. It makes me uncomfortable most of the times, I'm not gonna lie, but for times when it doesn't I do kinda feel like I'm dressed up for revenge. It's all about black and electronic music with a hint of trap, hiphop, or dance, which reminds me a lot of All Out by K/DA. It's like badass neon and powerful but teasing movements, the exact opposite of miss lazy lofi.

Another favorite vibe I have is guitar heavy and good hair days. Is it acoustic swaying with the wind to teach it how to dance? Or is it electric trying at the top of my lungs? I haven't played guitar in ages but I will never forget how it made me feel that one time I played my song onstage and feeling it while also nervous. And it's not like I don't know what it must feel like when I see people enjoy it on their own stages. It can be so alive that it physically tires me, but it can also be just sitting on a chair feeling the feels. I just love it.

The rarest of them all is ethereal and theatrical, because this is something I'm not usually fond of. But when it does happen, it's attempting to act like an angel. I say attempting because, why would I be cast as an angel with a voice like... this? Anyway, it feels more divine than royal, more white than gold, more cherry blossoms falling than freshly bloomed lavender bushes. The feeling of flying is because you have wings, not because the wind is taking you. It's trying really hard to act like you're on top of the world when in reality, you're just a smol bean among 8 billion more beans.

I must admit, there are moments that I can't associate with colors or aesthetic. Just the warmth of the feeling along with the smile that escaped. A little like warm, creamy coffee that makes you melt on your seat. Although sometimes it's more like a push of a button, that of a sudden flush of serotonin, that automatically raises both sides of my lips, narrows my eyes like the happiest kid in town, and commands me to twirl and skip around like a princess in a musical movie--a little like title track Fearless by Taylor Swift, which is by far the sole song of hers that makes me feel this way.

I like a lot of aesthetics and genres. I am not a master nor a jack of all trades; I'm just a mosaic of all the things that I chose and allowed to define me. To most people, it's a bunch of belief systems and physical evidences. To me, it's what paints everyone's eyes colorful and everyone's ears harmonious.

[frozenbound]

Shimadacest headcanon #41:

(Continuation of Shimadacest Headcanon #29, #30, #31, #32, #33, #34, #35, #36, #37, #38, #39, and #40)

Genji tries to latch onto him the moment Hanzo closes the door to his bedroom, but Hanzo instantly has his big, broad hand on his chest.

"Brush my hair," he commands, and Genji is so thrown by the non-sequitur that Hanzo is actually able to leave him there by the door as he goes to his bedside cabinet and fetches his hairbrush. He sits at the foot of his bed and looks back at Genji and holds it out.

"You're serious?" Genji asks, a flurry of complicated emotions working across his face.

"Come here, sit down, and brush my hair," Hanzo commands again, and his tone brooks no argument.

Genji drifts over, slowly takes the brush from Hanzo, and, when Hanzo decidedly turns away and displays his damp, snow white hair pouring down his back, he sits and begins drawing the brush down in slow, firm strokes.

It's partially because Hanzo knows from experience that damp hair tangles easily during sex and brushing it will help it dry faster.

It's partially because Genji has always loved brushing Hanzo's hair, and Hanzo now suspects it's because he can be so close to Hanzo, smell Hanzo, touch Hanzo.

It's also one last chance.

If this happens, a lot will change.

Under Genji's regular, gentle touch, Hanzo turns a lot over in his mind, and the minutes tick by in silence until his hair is glossy, dry, and fluffy.

"Brother..." Genji begins.

"Turn around," Hanzo says, overriding him.

He waits until he feels Genji turn before he turns, and his eyes trail over the white cotton robe still stretched over his little brother's broad, strong shoulders.

He reaches past Genji's side and takes the hairbrush, and Genji breathes out a little puff of surprise when Hanzo brushes out his green hair. It's flat and slightly matted since no one has paid any attention to it whatsoever since Hanzo rinsed Genji off in the baths, but it's short and soft without any of the product that usually makes it stand on end, and Hanzo can't help but twirl his finger and wrap a lock around it, like Genji so often does, though he can barely get one or two curls while Genji can get literally dozens.

Then Hanzo speaks in a low, calm voice.

"Genji. Are you sure about this?"

"Yes."

Amazingly, Genji doesn't burst into rapid-fire blabber or desperately beg or anything.

The single word apparently suffices.

Hanzo licks his lips, thrown, but he quickly gathers himself.

"You could have anyone you want, Genji. Anyone. Are you sure you want an austere, old, solemn stick-in-the-mud like me?"

In the end, his thoughts centered on one thing: Genji is young and brash and vibrant. He has so much to look forward to and has been chomping at the bit to go out and explore the wide world and experience it all for the first time.

Does he really want to stick so close to home for this?

Genji turns around.

His eyes are steadfast and open.

He reaches out with both hands.

One combs through a handful of silken white threads of Hanzo's hair and draws it towards him.

The other cups Hanzo's cheek, his fingers stroking along the white bristles of his beard.

"I could have anyone, brother," he says quietly but earnestly. He breaks eye contact to look at down at Hanzo's long hair woven through his fingers before he brings it to his lips and presses a kiss to the strands.

He locks gazes with Hanzo, his eyes intense but honest and clear.

"There is no one I'd rather be my first except you."

[only-lonely-lovers]

09.06.2022

tags: blowjobs, public sex, pantomime, kissing

notes: notably sentimental ~first time~ for twins. this is PART 1, there's a little more in PART 2

つ：-pretends the white line continuing up isn't just lighting but is amane's yukata parting all the way up his leg showing up to his thigh-

あ：Just a little flash for you all a taste

つ：licks from your knee to your hip in a long line

あ：so that's what we're doing…

つ：HIEEE

あ：I'm listening though

つ：we're getting... cotton candy.....

あ：sounds nice… Are you excited?

つ：hai it comes in two colors

あ：It's whimsical like that. all colorful and fluffy. really food meant for an event like this

really just suits the night. It's like how it's exciting to just get a little of everything, the yakisoba is more exciting to have on a night like this. and we can meander with it or sit down and eat in da grass….

つ：un un

あ：and we get to do this all for… hours…!! into the night

You really get the impression Amane was in a good mood all night

つ：yes.. so pep in his step, loving another year's tanabata festival….

a boy with no problems, nothing on his mind but enjoying the night. it must have been so exciting to see the dinosaur masks among the options and both get one. i wonder who saw them first

whether amane sees them first… and buys 2, places one on tsukasa… or whether tsukasa sees them first, and is so excited, while amane simply walks to the vendor and pays for 2 while he's ogling them excitedly and rushing to put it on…

saying something like "we have to pay for it first….!"

あ：either is kyooot… you could imagine Tsukasa spotting it first and being simply overstimulated by his own excitement on Amane's behalf

it-- it's am… it's amane's favorite thing out of all themasks here… he would definitely want this one!!!

Amane handles the transaction… but after taking a sec to look it over, it's like hell yeah though aw, tsukasa these ARE cool…

つ：THESE WEREHNT HERE LAST YEAR THEYRE NEW

あ：an emotion like. nods. that's right sweetie. [puts it over face for a sec] [poses] RHHH….

つ：RUSHES TO PUT ON HIS fumbles a little. gets it on. it crunches a little in his hands, the thin plastic, indents from how he holds it firmly RRRURURUR!!!

あ：[peeks one eyeball out] Woow…. [this is exactly what i wanted yes.] Pretty good though i think mine was better. still good though. [leans in and tonks the noses together]

つ：nuzzle nuzzle nuzzle nose [guy at booth staring] [wishing you'd move and make room]

あ：obnoxious children time [throws head back] [headbutts]

つ：POH nearly falls into the booth display. Amane catches his wrist quickly. NOW the festival stall vendor shoos them out for being troublesome and we run out, holding hands. skeedaddle style

あ：deemed pests… appropriately…. i bet they really are like rats running around, to many people. weird bug eyed twins

つ：you do not like to see two unattended kids….

a funny trajectory for the night is actually like. SEEING some young couple doing stuff behind a booth while trying to just like running away from the vendor all silly. youve got your masks on half-way falling off and you stop and pant, pretending you've been like, running from something more dangerous cuz its exhilarating. then you stop and look up and theres some blowjob teens staring at you where you wandered to.

tsukasa is just like looks cluelessly. amane is like OBSERVING THE HAPPENINGS COHERENTLY WITH BRAINCELLS

あ：experiencing . the sight

very much like hyuEUGH but also i think its like. stands there completely silently like . when griffin is like we're in enemy territory

つ：maybe a good vibe would be to… grab tsukasa's wrist and run in opposite direction like a madman, and be like. . . [gets.. manic actually] HA HA HA HAHAHAH!!!

HAHAHAHA!!!! running like madman thru tanabata with tsukasa dragged along cluelessly

the adrenaline of having already been running, and then…. this…. its way too funny. overstimulating. horny

あ：sounding hysterical for a sec lol. just really like… going to run into your lungs burn and you're catching your breath loudly scampered away from the crowds

つ：got yourself sequestered away… then clamp your hands on your knees for a second.. then maybe, on tsukasa's shoulders….? just to be like HAW HAW in his face a little kflsd;g blast him with your hot breath

i think seeing amane out of breath and running so hard always makes tsukasa feel feelings…

あ：wait its like my drawing. this emotion

crazy guy voice UAHHHG FJKDGH

つ：JUST HORNY AMANE THINGS!!!

あ：ahaha… I C.. i cant believe w- hhh….[ruffling own hair fervidly]

but you know ithink amane is weird and genuinely also likes feeling like wheezy and his body burning in a moment like this… you can feel a bizarre nostalgia somehow, for coughing heavily and being all hot in the face well, you just feel GOOD rn….

つ：TSUKASA! THOSE TEENS WERE…. having… ………………. [quiet] s*x……….! …… hahahahaahaAHAhaha ears burning, hot across face mmm… tsukasa just likes to observe him like this….

あ：sucking in breath in sharp gasps sometimes. swallows audibly. wipes sweat off face. grabs tsukasa by the front of his yukata, rocks from side to side, like bouncing on either of his feet makes you wobble

s-- ss*x…… ah ah, i bet they had to, ah, sneak to do it, they probably cant do it anywhere else, this is probably theirbest chance huh…. hahah….

つ：best chance? sneak?

あ：gets like this

well yeah… I mean, there's no way their parents would let them do it Otherwise, they'd just be doing it at home, right but -- but you're not supposed to til you're older… And all that.

You know how people are about, sex, don't you…? [uncontrollably] baka. ww [grabs either side of cheeks and plays with face]

つ：un…. [thinking, while amane holds him] [sticks tongue out, thoughtful, looking around] is it fun to do it at Tanabata? [thinking about 'cant do it anywhere else' and 'sneaking' and stuff… but does that mean it isnt fun?]

pulls candy apple he's been holding up to his mouth and starts mouthing it, stimming, hardly meaningfully eating it

あ：Ohhh… [releases, just rests a hand atop his head] it's fun. It's fun anywhere.

[thinking more himself… hums.] I mean, if they're doing it in the first place, they must at least feel like it's worth it. The risk might make it more fun…

I bet they feel… clever, like "oh, everyone thinks we're just out here playing games… but really… we're…." [sticks tongue out]

つ：amane is thinking so abstractly to tsukasa, tsukasa is like. thinking. is the weather nice for it. like is it warm. are the lights nice and the fireworks. like is it a good environment for that. much like one would wonder if its good to like do any activity in any random place

people probably do it inside but is it nice feeling outside. he's thinking but amane's answer addresses none of this, so he's like hmmmmm…. it's fun anywhere…? wow….. thinking …. risk? more fun? trying to compute….

[stupidly] are they gonna do it all night? or do they stop

あ：poor tsukasa. Your brother jumps to thinking about… things like underhandedness. gomen.

gets kinda spaced out thinking all night like geez… [8 yo thinking] Iii…. [voice gets smaller] i dunno if you can do it all night… maybe. if it's good. if they're good at it. ?

つ：[sortof thinking] [mouthing apple] should we do something we can't do at home? [amane's so interested….]

あ：uh…………………… ah………………………………. m………….. [feels . confused. ] ….. like what…?

its suddenly like. wait. what can we do that we cant do at home. [is like horny so these are difficult things to parse]

つ：ah, I dunno, something…… [literally thinking completely vaguely, brainless] like that? or something you wanna do?

あ：[just stares]

つ：[receives nothing, has no empathy, just looks around mouthing apple]

あ：… [shakes head] [stretches arms behind back] Ah… Sorry. I'm just still thinking about it. [quickly] the sex. stuff.

I can't think of anything that exciting anything, AS exciting, you know? Mnn. [crouches. flops back onto the ground. sticks legs up]

つ：looqs gets on hands and knees to join, observing

あ：ahh, it's not fair though, those kids were older… [rambling, mind wandering] it's always, like high schoolers doing stuff, you know. or middle schoolers. but we're not there yet… [sighs]

つ：[leaning on elbows, on stomach, looking at Amane] but its already not allowed, right? you said. for them. you have to wait to break rules? but people can't know theyre doing it, you said?

あ：Huhm. well, no, that's not it. chigau chigau. um, I think it's just easier, cuz…

つ：may as well tell tsukasa you cant steal until you are 16.

あ：………………………………………………. [talking out his ass] cuz………. there's more uh. there's more people who wanna do it…? you need two bodies. [seriously] at least.

つ：oh.

あ：i guess… i guess i don't know if our classmates ever think about this stuff… [makes a face, like ew lol] but uhh, it's not like we even know anyone…. so it wouldnt matter… its uh, complicated, i guess

つ：we gotta know someone? [tilts head] we're two people thats enough, the amount? isn't it?

あ：[it's so direct that. like amane actually cannot even feel anything about this. it's just like, tilts head and kinda lopsided smiles] Tsukasa…

つ：[mouths]

あ：like: oh honey…

つ：he's comically direct… thinking so simply about the rules of this

あ：It's enough, yeah. hahh. [just laughs. but like rolls to his side.]

つ：rolls with him, opposite way, just enjoying the grass… the, candied apple gets grass stuck to it…. he looks at it, then abandons it sortof carelessly….

あ：but like. [you know what? i'm not even going to address the fleet (brothers. incest. 2 boys)] … Tsukasa. are you really thinking about it

[almost like, i gotta own you a little bit about that thing you said actually]

つ：[very simply] I wanna have fun at the festival [picks some grass, looks at it]

あ：Don't we all.

つ：[the grass has become candied a little, some red off the apple melted off onto it… candied grass… wow]

I want you to have fun at the festival, Amane [looks up from grass blade]

あ：[i face you seriously and i grab your face] but think about it You remember what you saw right. yeah? [nods your head for you]

つ：looks into eyeballs

あ：Do you really think we could do that?

つ：ueh-- [i mean he didn't see it well or coherently. its like. a kinder version fo birds blurry memories of wieners all sortof distorted]

did they have something we don't? [like… a tool or toy… thinking] you dont need anything else, right? they didn't have anything else?

あ：no, that's not it… Wait, I'm wording this poorly. Let's try again I think you're thinking too much about , like technical stuff … but would you like it?

つ：[thinks… about how excited Amane's been… about this, how much he was laughing… it's like he saw people playing a really exciting game and got excited…] [nods, nods, nods, nods]

あ：[walked tsukasa all the way here himself but feels like. a little slow when he just nods.]

つ：I'd like it! Amane would like it?

あ：[covers face with hands] [turns away wordlessly]

つ：[its funny, the other foible is they dont know what side of it the other is imagining…] it might be a lil complicated for amane, lol

あ：We're not discussing it no. its like eughdfjkghdf

つ：like . you dont wanna-- 'do' all of it

あ：[dramatically] I'd only like it ONE WAY though [crosses leg] [is in denial about this conversation like. i've mentally filed this away as , just some silly weird convo we're having]

つ：[oh no, i made Amane… mad?] we can do it your way you can show me what to do! [PROPS self up on palms over him, giiiiiiiiiiii's down]

あ：[face starting to burn again… but it's not, uh, exhilarating this time. it's… embarrassing.]

No, iii don't gotta do that. i KNOW for a fact actually, you-- you must be imagining it wrong… you don't really know what you're talking about, you wouldn't like it

つ：[spiritually, ears going down. then springing back up] But I would! … and Amane can teach me! [thinking… very hard… touches, own lip] [trying to visualize] it was… a kind of…. 'chu'…. right? [there was a mouth thing going on…. and a kissing face]

あ：ohmm time to . blood pressure drop. hmm…. mouth dry… but kinda like. braindead. nods

in own mind, replaying it. seeing the… the silhouette… fsszzzz…. echoing words of tsukasa earlier, proposing they do something they can't do at home. pulse getting louder between ears. starting to feel like… suspended

つ：Its a secret thing, right? [looks around] I won't tell anyone. it can only happen at the festival, right?

あ：blinks heavily. nods.

つ：we should do something we can only do at the festival!

あ：looks around. we are indeed, away from everyone and everything. and no one is going to come looking for them.

つ：and maybe amane can even think.. that... he'd... do a better job playing it off/recovering, than those stupid teens.....

あ：my little pea is sizzling. my own stupid thoughts. of like. who would even expect it. we were supposed to just be playing games. blah blah…

つ：they're brothers, so visibly, and young, it… maybe it would be even easier to pretend anything else was going on indeed, who would… suspect it

あ：it's like everything he said is loaded into a gun who would… who would…? think….?

つ：you see one teen girl on her knees before a boy… you know what is going on… but….. …… it wouldn't… 'look like' anything… ….if it is only teens who do that stuff… not…. little kids adults would just think they were sneaking some cookies or something

あ：temptation and impulse… it is descending on him like a cinder block on the chest but I like the atmosphere of going from being so foosy and like ugh to like. just getting 100 yard stare and silent has no instructions

but … clutches . the front of yukata the… PLACES FINGER OVER OWN LIPS AND THEN OVER TSUKASA'S LIPS. WORDLESS SHHHHHHH.

つ：STARES

あ：Ehmm you like the reality of Amane having NO GRACE... fumbling mentally, like, pos.. positions....

つ：suddenly its like cant talk gotta steal gotta steal fast

あ：its descending upon me how easy it is for my yukata to shuff out of the way like oh my god i'm just wearing little boy shorts [ahmm my tummy is so tight from da apprehension ohhh]

つ：tsukasa is like ouhh the quicktime event uhmng. ? raises to, raises onto knees-- oh-- wait one was standing, one wasn't, amane.. is standing, so I……

あ：I think at least, Amane assists, like… going to pat Tsukasa's head and kind of, indicate, knees yeah… this height…

つ：crawls to... closer... thinking like ah, it IS familiar... it WAS like this [picture in brain becoming less fuzzy]

あ：[grabby hands... give me your face]

つ：ooouhh… I get to…. ….. I get to be the …. 'chu'…. one…..? little sparkles in eyes, thinking this….

あ：kiss boy….

つ：amane really feels excited….. grabbing him so much, wao… its really that kind of hands-on sortof game…! ahhhh as nearing the yukata happens, its so warm…. its like a window in summer, with the curtains drawn, when you can feel the sun baring down on the back of the curtains….

あ：radiating heat, like a beacon…

つ：thoughtlessly, he rubs his face into the material of the yukata simply 'cuz he's nuzzly…. and its warm

あ：heep-!!! sucks in a sound. gets really STIFF, and more on toes, like standing to-attention. if he weren't so tongue tied, he'd be like tsssuuuKAS!A!! but I think Amane really has a lump in his throat. hands grapple around restlessly on tsukasa's head, pattapatpat

its just like jesus…. tsukasa is really bringing his face closer…?? is he really that ready… i mean, what if he didn't like it…. [suddenly] oh but, i'll, kill him, he'll have to deal with it djkshg IDC…..

つ：I'll make fun of him for it being his idea if he doesnt like it i'll be like. well what did you think, baka i warned you!

あ：I told you so.. ugh… you owe me!!

つ：you should think before you talk, when you don't know what you're talking about!

あ：[thinking all this but looking like a scared rabbit slipping hands under own yukata]

つ：contentedly rubs head against amane's warm thigh while amane's hand fiddles under the yukata…

after a beat is like oh, [distantly] right, it's…. sex… so it involves his…….

あ：it is such a can't talk gotta steal sitch… ughh i gotta… i gotta….

lol the thought of tsukasa being like 💭I will help! reaches under and tugs down shorts but to Amane it feels so. like being pantsed. but sexual

つ：suddenly becomes proactive

あ：😭like what the hell

つ：RIGHT THAT PART…! suddenly thinks harder about what sex is just reaches under bottom of yukata and tugs. like s. so firmly that amane's cock catches on the fabric and it pulls against it, which is like HIEIEIKGHK. Amane makes a noise and Tsukasa quickly puts a finger to his own lips🤫

あ：…….💢 ugh this is going to make him impatiently grasp for his own cock and grab tsukasa by the jaw and cram a thumb in to pry mouth open. SHOVE.

つ：get back at you!!!! you cannot outpace me DONT YOU TELL ME TO BE QUIET finger in mouth does shut tsukasa up. chuu….. slides tongue against thumb while hooked forward

あ：, experiences this. ah tongue across finger sensation, distracting in its own way. like a little zap

つ：gazing up at Amane's response…..

あ：actually cute to think abt just getting distracted for a sec…

つ：is this part of… sex…? don't know…. are fingers involved? he doesn't remember…. rolls tongue over knuckle…… salty… a little grass-blood, a bitter hint of that from amane rolling around…. scent of dirt on his palms

ah, can feel his fingernail, smooth… traces tongue over that, it glides so smoothly…. ah, wait… chuuu… its a chuu thing…. wraps lips around… kisses, they make you pucker… like you're eating lemon!

あ：Ah, it's cute, it's like even this little gesture could feel complex to Tsukasa, such a tactile experience. many senses stimulated Amane watches… rubs the pad of his finger against seam of gums and teef…

つ：and from the mouth of his yukata, the sleeve, blooms the heat of Amane's body, with every movement of his arm.. its like being in front of a very dull, dying hairdryer, sometimes a hot breeze puffed out as the sleeve sways or compresses

tsukasa looks at the patterning on it, the nice dark colors…. Amane was suited to the dark color

あ：Everything scarily oscillates between feeling like it's happening in a rush, to achingly slow, grinding to a halt…

Thoughts race, as much as they are just vanished, head is an empty auditorium, silence. Just having a moment where he is touching the inside of Tsukasa's mouth. It's so weird… this doesn't feel too unlike… an interaction they could have, outside of this

…. tugs Tsukasa forward, and more decidedly positions finger to prop his mouth open. get it… get it over… Bring your mouth over, upon..

つ：ah, this isn't the final kiss, right, right…..

あ：Going to feel scary, once the wetness from Tsukasa's breath is felt, the humid exhale… reigniting that sense of-- heep-!!

つ：it smells so different from the rest of Amane…. not only unfamiliar, but not an everyday scent… not the usual sweaty scent, not like his body, nor his hair…

not even like when his arms are held over his head sleeping beside tsukasa in summer… not even that scent.. a really different scent. audible sniffs.

feels like the cloud of his own breath meets the cloud of amane's… body part, it's vaporous all around

あ：s-sniff?? smell??? smelling it-??? the sm.. the smell...??

つ：the inside of his yukata…. also is a prison of the smell, and every movement wafts it out, too.

hard to believe he couldn't smell this before, actually, even standing beside him

so distinct, and so much of it. hot in the air. maybe the yukata traps it all…. oh, his shorts, too

あ：An extra layer, hugging it all against his body… Accumulated scent….

… Tsukasa surely doesn't mean to but, lingering and drinking in details really leaves Amane feeling teased, like, mhgh…. he's really not… uhh, mentally prepared for this sort of thing, hasn't actually thought hard about self IN sex, it's only just starting to crystalize you know… puberty… so i don't think he can repress a whine… but it feels unfair.. like.. ugh but it shouldnt be me who needs to be reminded to keep quiet… YOURE. ..,, why i cant … if you just. hhurried up…

つ：like what, aren't you, serious, about doing it….

あ：[hissing whisper] Tsukasa…! … just put your mouth on it….

つ：[snaps out of the haze] [goes to say 'hai' but realizes he's supposed to be quiet] [simply, ………… kisses it] … and then rolls tongue out under it, peering up at Amane

well, the finger…. he was touching my tongue….. that was like an example, I get it the finger is like a thingie

あ：The foolish thing was, thinking that this would 'help'. Amane nearly has to bite his tongue to choke back more sound -- LOUDER too, crackling up his throat. body shivers…

ahm, but, his eyes roll back dramatically too, it's like sss..

つ：WHOA--! looks possessed!! whoa!! what'd his eyes do……

ah, wraps lips around it, wait, kiss, proper…. the kissing motion naturally sucks amane a little further in ah, how much goes in, I don't know… --AH it tastes, saltier than his finger, ah, it's really, really warm……

the skin, smoother than the ribbled divets in his knuckles, pliable, moves over the shape of it.. right, right! [forgot. he has one of these] yea the skin does that sortof thing, it can move… sortof…. experiments with it, right…. it's this part…. slides tongue firmly over and back, feeling skin tug……

あ：It f. It feels good. It feels good. Unfathomable, the immediacy of the intensity, it's-- he's just not ready to, feel so much, concentrated, feeling, in his cock. Everything at the tip feels like it sends pulses of heat, p.. pain? to the gut, up your spine, you can't stop fidgeting!! A-ah. Hot. the mouth his hot. It feels like Tsukasa drank tea. but he didn't… that's just, that's just the mouth, lips… Sssoft. Soft? Never really consciously thought a boy could have a, nice soft mouth, it's not what you think. [stupid, reductive]

Shifting weight on feet, it kind of makes Amane pivot, sway like he's in a dance -- it pulls himself out of Tsukasa's mouth a bit, rests more against the edge of his mouth. Brushes against lips lightly, side to side… but even that feels really good, since… when does it feel this good. It's a body part that's always on him, it's always been known to be like, sensitive, taxonomically, yeah, it is… But what is this-? Scary. But magical…

つ：pauses, letting Amane move it against him as he wishes, imagining its another tutorial, just like the finger….

あ：It's a magical sort of evening, actually, isn't it…? Beautiful sights and… exciting moments, ah, so much fun had… with… Tsukasa… [reduced] It felt good, to be with Tsukasa, all evening, never wanted to be too far away. It's… it's nice to have… this focused attention, time… It's like, they're in their own little bubble.

Shakes head. Trying to gather self, ah, eyes squint. It's like there's a warm fog… Ruffles Tsukasa's scalp. … what a familiar gesture…! Astounded by it, dumbly. Ruffa ruffa ruffa

つ：oouuuo i like a ruffa IT MEAN I DO GOOD??? wiggles a little. tugs hands on the draping cloth of amane's parted yukata, against his either thigh. he's having fun, isn't he…?

あ：Maybe this is fine… Mmmaybe Tsukasa could just, grant him this little taste of excitement. Why wait… and ah, why not… like this, what more trouble would there be to get into-? Right? [not thinking very logically…. getting wrapped up in own pleasure]

つ：nobody has to ever find out, and its only for Tanabata....

あ：Tries to focus… Slooowly… pushes hips forward… Like the- like… hump gesture… yeah… Pull hips back… move them forward…

つ：like the colored chicks and the masks, it'll go away after today, when the stalls disappear in the morning….

あ：An indulgence… like, as much as maybe mom or dad wouldn't like how much food you guys bought and ate really or, this and that, too many sweets… but who needs to know…

つ：tsukasa tries to keep up… take the hint, of pressure, as it pushes against lips, I'll kiss it into my mouth, again, then…..

あ：Catching up mentally for a sec like, ugh , wait, s. sex. SEX motions… mghh… shove.. ah, wanna do it… like, like TEENS do it, not tepid!! but n. but no, I could do it more…

つ：what is even the point of doing a risky thing carefully

あ：I could do it better [has nooo metric for what that would even mean]

つ：a risky thing. it's already a risk whether it's full force or weak, it's the same degree of risk, it's the same--! he could do it better than teens

あ：all this swirling around in his head… while he clutches at Tsukasa's face, two hands planted firmly. and bucks forward -- though.. for all the resolve, it's quite clumsy, he's not… thinking to make sure they're lined up. but it's probably entirely exciting for Tsukasa -- Amane seems so purposeful nonetheless

Cock kind of crushes against outside of lip, clumsily bumping up Scent is coating Tsukasa's skin…

つ：scent is so strong…. all he can smell anymore, the grass is gone, the festival booths are gone, the fried oil scent and the candied apple nearby, gone, nothing but this new fog….. pushing into his skull, vision blurring, it's like a steaming window inside of his head

exciting to be held, to be directed-- want to be directed.. please show me don't have to be polite while showing me, can always push me around, just want to know what to do, don't want to mess up, don't want to be called stupid….. want to do it well, make it nice, it's only for Tanabata

why did Amane want to know if I'd like it… it doesn't matter does this mean Amane is liking it?

so purposeful-- is it because-- he is frustrated, or, because it's good… these thoughts finally make tsukasa's throat make a small noise, which buzzes around amane

mysteriously… more overwhelming than usual, and he doesn't know why… the feeling of wanting to do something well, for Amane

the feeling of anxiety inside of him, is not unusual…. but it accosts him differently. pulling his chest a little… its like all the things that can't fit in his foggy hot brain are tangling in his chest with nowhere else to go

あ：Focused boy… just really thinking about… his performance. Ehmm, wanna be impressive… Shuffling about, adjusting his posture ever so slightly, trying to adjust how he's balancing his weight. Scuffing zori against the ground. Bump, bump… He has the looping gif of the teens in his head, though they're comically becoming less vivid in Amane's mind, like guff, like your brain can't retain too much about them. They've given you the information you need… becoming slippery in your mind… Just reduced to silhouettes, motions. But it's also being used to think about what the two of them must look like right now…

The idea of discretion is actually carelessly discarded, in favor of obsessing over how much their postures, everything, must undeniably resemble sex right now. Tantalizing. Looks just like it….

This is all occurring before Tsukasa makes a sound, I think. Because that sensation is a new thing to feel overwhelmed about -- vvv… vibrations…!!

BUz..z… buzzing…!! All around…!! Feels like Tsukasa hummed all throughout his body…!! it reverberates… creates a shiver, while he really leans on his tippy-toes. startling… but ah, sssso cool. [braindead] h.ttt..t. h… hot. hot hot. It's muffled, because… cock is in his mouth… blocking the sound…

Pat pat pat pat pat… Pets hair, dances hands all around. Uahhg.h….

つ：uueuueee hhhe feels excited, Amane, he doesn't move like that any other time….

WISH I KNEW WHAT INCREASING THE THING MEANT, how to do it more harder better…. doing something so cluelessly is difficult for Tsukasa!!! the feeling in the chest is so much!! like worms wriggling tickling his lungs and heart, hah, haaahhhhg.. whines again, like an overstimulated puppy

he likes it he likes it, right? not, , impatient because i'm-- too slow, it's because Amane is excited?? I don't wanna be quiet--!! pulling at his yukata…. mmm but i gotta be quiet… thats the only thing he told me

あ：Ugh… Amane is just soooo… pleased, on this evening, he's more open and receptive in ways. He's also just so young, and sexuality is so new… I think the end result is feeling like UAHHh uahhh i wish i could hug tsukasa right now. you're doing me such a favor lol-!!!

ah poor Tsukasa though… Even experienced adults can struggle during sex, and they have more communication going on….

つ：amane's role is simply to feel like god this is fucking awesome tsukasa is such a trooper i would not do this AOAUooo hmmmmmm

あ：your brother is no help… He thinks that, maybe you, somehow understood the noises were hot-? doing them more…? feelszzlzz goood hhghhgf.g…

つ：he really isn't getting grossed out and stopping

あ：shoves harder…

つ：can't help but make a sound in surprise, O-okoh, faster, or, d, deeper!! its nto deep enough-- ITS SUPPOSED TO BE IN ALL THE WAY, IS THAT IT? SWALLOWS TO BASE, closes the small gap until his face is pressed flush to amane's torso before him

あ：this is awesome > this is agony cock experience. but its still awesome. I think he comically was not going as 'deep' bc of like, already overwhelmed with it all. but mgngh but also oh god all the mouth… scrabbling, clawing hands grasping at Tsukasa and tugging at the fabric of his own yukata. Let's out his own whine… starts out quite strained, but is finally a sound that really escapes him. mirroring your overstimulated puppy status

really. coughs. slaps palm over own mouth for a sec.

つ：--AMANE MAKE SUCHA SOUND TOO ARE WE FEELING SAME THINGS KINDA?

あ：panting heavily into his own sweaty palm… feeling the way moisture just traps against…. feels like if you both peered at each other, you'd be… pleading eyeballs

つ：looks up so quickly with such thoughtless ferocity that Amane's cock pops clean out of his mouth with a noise that rivals the fireworks, then feels like AHH OH NO and immediately swallows it back down

あ：angh, [rub rub rub rubs own face]

つ：when your cock is small. it easily pops out and back in. such is the way of the little boy didnt think about that when you decided to have preteen sex

あ：I did not remember my baby cock.

hmm thinking… I kinda like the thought of like. amane genuinely starting to buckle so much it slike gdhf.gh. fumbles backwards to rest back against the back of a stall… or some sort of structure… but this is like a. [grabs tsukasa by the hair and moves him with me] deal

つ：need support oh god the blowjob has become dangerous and life threatening can 8 year olds die from blowjobs

あ：ahmm but you like the look… shoulders pressed back, legs more out.. chest rising and falling quickly

but i st. but i still push into mouth god help me continues whining. hiccups. maybe this is a way to die

つ：ah… agog… it. really looks like amane is…. feeling the same things….

i wish i could tell amane, that i like it and it feels good and he smells nice. can we talk now? he's talking. sortof . i want to let amane know!! I-- !!! [BRAZEN IDIOT WILLL] "Ahmah-- ne," cock drapes, drags, against his lower lip as it slips out, but he keeps it close, as close to it as he can, muffling just a little, "Ilike, it--feels, good! its good! you-- aha--!" aaouhh my head is so dizzy…. "I-- I like it, Amane!" he was worried he wouldn't, right? ah.. and tsukasa…. he wasn't even thinking about liking it, that wasn't … why…

あ：Watches on, feeling awed genuinely, at the look of it all, Tsu... Tsukasa just talking around, it, and ah, as it's out in the open air... it feels cooler, because it's wet... from Tsukasa's spit... Tsukasa's words pelt him, the tone makes him blink slowly. It takes longer to process what is being said

Tsukasa stopped to, breathlessly tell him that he liked it…? Mmh… Such a, such Tsukasa thing to do, really, get all caught up in the moment and stop what he's doing thoughtlessly. He's out of breath too… well, that makes sense, aha… Marvels as well, at the ways they feel similar. Tsukasa's face is flushed too… [reaches out and touches it compulsively] It's so much hotter than his palm… His bangs are sticking to his forehead from the sweat. The hair has gotten more ruffled, from all of Amane's grabbing and tousling… Looks fluffier… It's honestly, a messiness that suits him though. What a picture this is-! Framed by the pale of his yukata, so pristine by comparison, bright and light and delicate…

[exhales] this is, a safe space and also this Amane cannot read the commentary. but i think you could describe him as feeling something like, love struck… ugh, but he's really feeling it all, you know!! A night with your best friend. It's like fireworks in your chest!! And then getting to do something like THIS, this thrilling, and, Tsukasa likes it… ahahah…

laughs aloud. Aha….! Offvvv. Of course-! you do…

eyes squinch I was overthinking it….

つ：its simple, finally the familiar feeling of comfort comes into play, just hearing him talk as simply and directly as always....

あ：mm mmm…. crouches! touches foreheads rubs… back and forth

つ：LEAAANSS!! M!!!! "Amane….!"

あ："… haha. You smell like me." [voice low]

つ：>:o "I DO!!"

あ："It's weird…"

つ："its really strong" "its everywhere"

あ：…………………………………… [closes eyes.]

つ：[dumbly] "it all smells more right now." [beams, pleasantly]

あ："You're smelly too." defensive. "It's hot out." what do you want from me!!!

つ："I am?! oh."

あ："Yeah. I can smell you alot." [inhales.] [gets. dizzy.]

つ："I can't tell." "I can only smell you"

あ：imagine he tucked his face closer to like, crook of neck to whiff

つ：stiffens a little at being sniffened like a dog at a dog park

あ："Well, I'm letting you know, your stink is in there too."

つ：ah. well. brazenly nuzzles against Amane's cock, because there's no reason not to. feeling so pleasant. I like that Amane said he could smell himself on me… mmmm…. mmm i want. smell….

あ：cough cough ahghh ahckg hacl hakc

つ：as amane is crouching the idea of getting even lower to do this is funny tbh

あ：you duck between his legs like a cartoon ostritch

the way the dynamic simply seamlessly continues. even if you make me horny sighs. but like gets back upright pat pat.

つ：its just tsukasa…… amane while he isn't literally immediately experiencing the blowjob: it's no big deal amane in 2 sevonds experiencing the blowjob: AHAOUEUGOHGG

あ：OOO UUHE AHHH OUHGHH ouhghh eve six. somehow haughtily is just like eh whatever…. Oh it's just messing around. like whatever.

つ：tsukasa is just having his simple little good time isn't he…. hehe

ah but so pleased to have talking confirmed okay…. "Amane..!" nuzzle, nuzzle ahhh anxiety gone resolved amane… love meeeee, happy with me, playful, we are having fun

あ：rubs your shoulders "Tsukasa." curtly.

つ：SHUDDERS BUT DOESN'T KNOW WHY

あ：[tilts head.]

つ：why things feel different right now is an enigma….!

あ："…? Tsukasa…? You… okay?"

つ：laughs, breathily, "uh huh! un" paws at Amane's yukata… "I wish it was OK to do this at times other than a festival." matter of fact

あ：[looks at you with immense pity] [but then the concept like stirs around in his skull and a tumbleweed blows through amane's brain] opens mouth closes mouth opens mouth

つ：tsukasa thinks but oh well, and licks your cock

あ：aghh fh oh not again

Tsukasa you don't know this but that's actually well played. i think amane was just going to be enigmatic and quiet but feeling tongue on cock again is like ohg of hgjfkd

"Ahhgh mmmmaybe wec an just get good at sneakingg" like oh my god im not ready to leave it "It'ss hgjust gotta be a secret"

つ：mouth is hung open w cock resting on tongue, tsukasa doesn't understand what he is quite hearing. hm?

あ：hic

つ：….. …. "ih-- duhn't havf be , fessval….?"

あ："Maybe there's other eventssor….g h…." [feeling like lungs are filling up with water] "or….f fffff….. no one sns… home….?" [bumps hips]

つ：for the first time of this event simply holds amane's cock with his hand like he's never thought of this, to lift it a little away but. ilke keep it. warM? held? odd impulse and not thinking about it

ah, he bumps into tsukasa's hand…. wah, the skin movement, felt it there--! so interesting

あ：simply keeps dipping in and out of Tsukasa's palm, even as he is trying to pause

つ：…. "… we can do it at home?" wide-eyed, head tilting. hand pumps a few times on sheer instinct

あ："Mhm mh mhmh" voice gets unflatteringly high. OH ANYHT GUIHNF stamps feets

つ："really????" pumps cluelessly, its like momentum more than conscious action at all

あ："Un, un, home… at home wh. i m. ah. if we're alone and…" [eyes rolling] "I dunnno maybe w'ell just get good at it..g…h…" teeth chattering holds tongue between teeth pads out the motion

つ：ouuhhhg also feeling gassed by this..a aaouuhh…..? gets… visibly dizzied "good at it… I wanna be good at it…." wobbling a little "for Amane…."

turns… back to his cock in his hand, thinking about this simple phrase, which is satisfying to think about…. ah, a skill… something to do, beyond just… existing, with Amane, something he could practice…. that Amane wanted to do, mentioned, first….

Amane really seems to like it… I don't see him like this….. it's so different. it doesn't have to be just Tanabata….? thats so much to think about….

あ："You…" swallows, squeezes eyes tightly, before opening them, and they're less hazed and lost but more… focused, suddenly, affixed. Staring down at him. Thoughts were swirling, trying to conceptualize… variables of, house, home, hours? School… time alone? Parents? How does it all come together…

But-- it all gets knocked out, hearing that reply. Squints… "Tsukasa." swallows again, licks teeth. "You… you'd really like that…?" voice getting quiet. "This…" punctuates, sliding in and out of hand…

つ：mmmmezmerizing…. looks at hand like oh i didn't know i was doing this. whoa whats going on here. watches wetness bead out… leans forward to lick it on instinct, just as he would tears

あ：breath quickens… sounds like he's hyperventilating…

つ：doesn't taste too dissimilar from tears….. saltiness…..

ah, distracted by the taste hitting and buzzing brain/tastebuds, so he forgets a question was asked, falling out of time, instead getting back to putting it in his mouth, thinking: wait, its supposed to be mouth…

i got distracted talking… supposed to…. do this, right now

becomes very focused, for the first time in all of this, for some reason. perhaps doing a few pumps taught his hindbrain something intuitive. bobs on his own, over it, in-out

fingers still wrapped around the base a bit, but more out of thoughtlessness-- like holding something while you leave the room unnecessarily….

brain is…. leaving…..

i really wanna be good at something. for Amane i really want to be good at this, if he likes it

あ：It's just so easy to derail one another, mutually. It's all so pressing and distracting, isn't it? Watching Tsukasa's mouth enclose around it, the motions, feeling… graceful…. Stomach-turning kind of grace… It looks natural. ah, it's pretty….

Isn't it weird to think… pretty… But, ah, what about it isn't pretty…. Like the yukata… It's made of nice fabric, print… Our shared face, there's nothing wrong with that… Look at it, all day, don't we.

つ：its the serene devotion emanating

あ：Having focused more, Amane's able to drink in more details… The concentration… the lack of hesitation… … there's no way the people earlier were experiencing something like this, actually… [becoming strangely certain…]

つ：probably just some . fffucking…. stupid teens, barely know each other barely doing anythin,g, barely wanting it

あ：What, some classmates? If, even that

つ：no way. no way she. told him shelikes it no way

あ：She couldn't have looked so into it. Must've felt like a chore… her mouth would just get tired and… that'd be that…

They aren't going to go home, to the same house, at the end of the day. They're not going to take a bath together.

つ：they are not in matching yukatas amane i assure you that

あ：[exhaling] "You really do. You just do like it…" muttering… fills in the blanks himself…

つ：humms in reply… feeling serene being told a plain fact

ah, i do like to think it's… somehow become bizarrely graceful bobbing. hit a stride… reached pure bliss

あ："If you could do it more… you'd do that?" ah, squeezes pea. mnn wait ugh… "For me? Like you said…."

つ：comprehend the rhythm-- motions-- experienced it enough, subconsciuosly logged it

あ：ugh, chest squeezes to see…

Unfiltered admiration… It's, it's impressive. Tsukasa is being impressive. Fff… feels good… ahh… teeth what to chatter, feel overwhelmed. Tingling all across the skin.

つ：humms... "for Ahmma-ne"..... thinking the words to self. ah, feels good to do things for Amane.... swirls tongue around

あ：Chases after, trying to sync rhythm with own motions now… though, they're understated, slow pumps… He's trying to not lose his thoughts. Though, what comes out is less… thoughtful than he means

"It'd have to be for me. Like this. Iiii. I wouldn't wanna do, what you're doing." huffs…. "- ssso… you'd have to keep doing it…" "Like this…"

つ：ah can barely understand but is a dizzy mess and nods obediently. heard 'you'd have to keep doing it like this' and that sinks in. feels like a bell rung.

あ：presses palm heavily against one of his eyes

つ：wants me to do something....

あ：… can't help but get severe, suddenly… "If we do this, you couldn't back out. O-kay. It ff… itffffeeels really good, it wouldn't be fair. You can't. Say you're gonna and then… change your mind…"

Muttering under breath at times, rubbing own mouth. it's not liable that tsukasa will hear or understand all of it, but Amane is moreso talking to himself

つ：its so high concept. its unthinkable for tsukasa to even consider the imaginary concept of changing his mind or backing out

あ："Seriously…" sucks in saliva. "If this is… going to happen outside of Tanabata…" still struggling with such a thought. looks down. "It's only fair…" huffs. "You're." huffs…. h-hhaha…? "You're."

"You're already good at it…" losing. faculties.

つ：aaoaooguooououououawo whiiiines WANNA BE GOOD A T SOMETHING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

あ：heep…. eyes roll back again -- do eyes DO that this often?? feels like they are spinning… can't- can't even control them… do they just DO that… what the hell… why would your eyes do stuff…

つ：ahhh overstimulated but determined to not stop but struggliiiiingggg, whines.... whiiiines

あ：Starting to open-mouthed pant…

つ：aahhh good at it. . not only for tanabata. going to be good at something. pppraised. aahhhhh please

あ：Ohhm… he's freaking 8 years old…

"Tss…. tsu.. tsukasaa…." whines back… parallel… IT'S OVERWHELMING, WE'RE ALL OVERSTIMULATED ACTUALLY BY THE THOUGHTS. feels a LITTLE nauseaous. but also it's the. feeling close. to coming. antsy.

つ：I MUST KEEP MY MOUTH ON HIM NO MATTER HOW DIFFICULT IT GETS

degrading into just whining… back and forth. ahhh name is, love to, hear it, like this, why?? what does it mean, if amane whines it? mm nn no, wait, ah I'm whining rn, ah… didn't notice, oh, it's the same feeling again….

there's. no way amane feels like this….. the same, really?! nnn.. bbbut he's the one saying good things. whiiiness

to tsukasa he's, on the better end of things. spoiled here praised, played with, tasting smelling so much…. a dream

あ：There are ways it feels like a whoole experience surely, hard to imagine what Amane is getting out of it, by contrast… Not being talked through the experience or pet…

つ：FEELS LIKE THE LITTLE PRINCESS HERE CANNOT IMAGINE WHAT AMANE IS GETTING FROM TSUKASA JUST DROOLING ALL OVER HIM AND WHINING

BUT IF IT COULD BE SO SIMPLE I CAN DROOL AND WHINE ALL DAY

あ：But that's just the bias, feeling like Amane is all enchanting… on Amane's end I think at this point Tsukasa is lke scary, my scarily capable and sexually potent otouto actually, i'm starting to preemptively feel afraid at the thought of experiencing a taste of this and somehow this not going well later. DON'T YOU DO THIS TO ME. THIS IS RUINING ME AND IF EEL IT SO HELP ME…

I think it'd be cute actually if he came while rushing to cover his own face… hide… and then also immediately FALL. slide down to the ground. lays on the ground like a rabbit shot with an arrow bleeding out

つ：tsukasa would be so shocked by fluid and dealing with that WHOA if its dry though its like what is happening i dont know excessive twitching and squeezing and then amane dying

あ：one likes either option… romantic first fluid nut on tanabata

つ：destiny

あ：ohhhh ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh the moon and stars

つ：either way its like its suddenly become more alive than ever which is startling and slightly scary. like its doing everything. then spits in his mouth then just slips clean out as Amane flies away to the ground

left on hands and knees processing liquid in mouth, dripping down chin….. takes a second before moving it around with tongue, feeling odd thickness to it, no idea what it is at all, spit? it spit in me? it did something…..

kiss me… back? i drool all over it it drooled in me

あ：whoa. so mysterious feeling bodies can do so much

つ：uhm uhm… swallows it.

あ：amane is kind of writhing. i think the mania is also getting to him like thrashes kicks legs

つ：licks lips. looking like birthday table boy swallowing licking and then looqing

あ：hmmm. this is one of those. like. post nuts that just isnt graceful. GROANS AND KICKS. and moans. OHGHHGH

つ：watching amane like a very interesting bug. whoa

あ："FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

つ：!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW WE'RE REALLY NOT BEING QUIET ANYMORE

あ：rolls over and rips up grass claws at the dirt

つ：blinks. whoa! "whoa….."

あ：somehow im thinking about him getting up though and looking at tsukasa like. flushed. panting. about to cry. and yet menacing. "YOU'RE going to keep doing that later."

つ："yes."

あ：[closes eyes] "Good." keels over again

つ：[stupid] "…. do you want more now?"

あ：hm……. "I w…" [quiet] "………. yeah………….. b-but."

つ：crawls towards accidentally menacingly

あ：HIEHYGF crawling backwards like its a zombie movie MATTE MATTE matte matte matte ahh nnn TSUKASA!!!

つ：tilts head. why go

あ：My st. my tu… my tummy hurts. w.. wait!!! wait aminute

つ：sits

あ：and my… **** feels sore.

つ：!! ah!!

あ：[holds hand over it like its a wound] s…. so… not right now…

つ：IT SPAT something at me, is that 'cuz it got hurt??

あ：…………………….. I GUESS? [RUBS FACE] chigau.

It um… [i dont fucking know the science of come.] It did the thing Cuz it felt really good, actually. Umm… Like.

Well it was all good. [serious.] but that part.. um… [looks around] like.. LIKE!! like the "pop" [hands close and open] part of the firework

つ：whoa…..

あ：… it felt like… it felt like that… I think… even the.. the part like.. up up up… going higher… [frazzled, ruffling own hair] like, uh… yeah… and then… pwhhh…

つ：[listening to attentively]

あ：[wiggles fingers]

つ：…… oh its a thing you can do too much. like eating or running. or something. are you tired?

あ：………… nods.

つ：we could go home now

あ：… aren't you tired…

つ：NO!!

あ：… Your mouth isnt tired…?

つ：[WIDE AWAKE] [sortof. testing jaw out. messing with it] …. no!?

あ：mh. [… well then i wont feel bad about anything wtf…] Sure… okay, then. Let's just go home. =,= ……………………………………………… i wanna bath….

つ：beamssssss we'll take a bath!!!!

あ：you run it…. [yawns] saying this and dusting self off… settling things back in place.. ah, but mindlessly hold hands at the end of it all

つ：as we always do. walk home hand in hand

あ：Gonna sleepily slump on tsukasa in da tub Gonna be like mghh tsukasa….. Get me… a snack… Before bed… fetch

つ：he will be so fetcheth you things master. and amane will feel so justified the penis incantations i have been weakened. tsukasa is fine. i almost died. inch of my life out there on the grass

あ：You got allll hot and sexy sucking coxk for no reason and it almost killed me. i need to learn to forgive you for that

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つ：Tsukasa: [laying on tummy, idly asking after a few sessions] does it really feel good for Amane…. ?

Amane: of course it does [annoyed]… it's you who's the confusing one… [defensive] what do you even get out of it…

Tsukasa: ? you pet me and tell me i did it good, i always like that!

Amane: [got so horny hearing that he got nauseous-- yeah you like that, don't y-- but then recovered quickly and doesn't like the statement anymore, in a pragmatic way] is it really like anything then? for you? it's not different? [sortof … a little reserved about this… suddenly like: wait I…. maybe don't like it if Tsukasa isn't horny whatsoever and its just me]

Tsukasa: …. [no mouth] no its different from stuff [no idea how]

Amane: ok. it feels different, right. but how. I'm not touching you. you know?

Tsukasa: no, you pet me [literal]

Amane: NO-- I mean. y. [sighs] okay … do you… does it feel like… [realizes this takes more.. braincells, to talk about. and that he has a real question in his heart right now! how to tackle it…] [clutches…. own shirt] like here… it goes fast [heart] … and. it's hard to breathe…

Tsukasa: [mystified that Amane is confirming, aloud, the synchronous feelings] hai….

Amane: [nods] and… its. tingly. All. over.

Tsukasa: IT IS TINGLY!

Amane: [doesn't like this conversation but does] [you dont' like Tsukasa Not being horny and you also don't like him being confirmed horny.] yeah, and. and it's different. it's different. uhm. its even different-- hearing. listening. to. uh. each other. like- like, say, names….

Tsukasa: whoa, you're right. [staring at nothing]

Amane: [also staring at nothing] yeah. [shakes head, knocks out of it] wait, so you really feel that stuff? just doing it? I thought it was just, what you did to me that made me feel that. I don't get it.

Tsukasa: why not?

Amane: [frustrated] its like if-- I ate a sandwich and YOU got full! or something! like why would that happen? m- [struggling] my body. feels new. and weird things. 'cuz of. you know. you're. touching it.

Tsukasa: mhm.

Amane: but why would just you touching it make you feel weird

Tsukasa: I dunno. It's special?

Amane: [flinches. mrngh ugh no… lame, to say that. ew] I guess…

Tsukasa: [simply] I've never heard you make noises like that. Or look like that

Amane: [feels called out] you make new noises, too…. [defensive]..

Tsukasa: [oh true, the whining is so new-feeling] do you like them?

Amane: ………………….. [puts a pillow over Tsukasa's head] [has no pupils or mouth]

just like thing in my brain last nite/this morning the way convos could be so casual and so stupid is funny to me, the charm of being way too familiar

あ：kawaii… Whimsically I was enjoying the thought of, like later just getting to rap about stuff, talk about the details i was thinking of Amane just being like. so……….. what's it. taste like. [uncontrollably curious] Like… is it just, whatever. is it neutral. or is it a little ah.. weird but…. like Tsukasa just is good at working past that.. or.

つ：Tsukasa the world's biggest freak: oh it reminds me of your tears! but its a lil different [touches finger to lip] bi..tter? like… [thinking] … tea? [thinking] if you put tea and sweat and crying together ina cup

あ：LOOKS………………….. [but says nothing.]

so if you put all of those in a cup, you would drink that.

つ：if Amane wanted me to

あ：oh one of those moments where Amane just pities you. like, Tsukasa… clicks tongue

I worry about you, you know. [holds your face condescendingly though]

Would you really drink anything if I made you. [going to get horny about the sureness of tsukasa's reply]

つ：hai.

あ：ooooooooooooooooooooh youve made me so. [redacted]

I was really enjoying thinking of the immediate aftermath of this sitch where. They have almost like an entirely normal night and Amane passes out so hard snzzzzz…. And we just fall into our routine so normally it's like w/e, we have breakfast, oh another day. Like Amane's brain just suspends from the events and you're just eating dinner with your parents. I actually was kind of thinking about, like a whole 2 days passes by or something, a lot of time just doing normal stuff. but then you're both alone in your room and you process your parents went to do some errand, or you're not going to be really bothered for hours, and it's like …………………………………. [the room darkens]

Looks around

つ：darkness descends upon you

あ：Sensing… opportunity its like ah god i wasn. i wasnt really thinking about it

つ：you have blowjob vessel with you at all times

あ：Tsukasa innocently fiddling with some toy has a plastic dinosaur wordlessly walk up to and be like. tug tug. but after this it's really like the cumrotting. OHH ITS JUST SO EASY!!!

つ：for tsukasa it is also like oh fell out of my head haven't been sminking about it but its like-- THE SMELL is back

whoa i can just smell it again. though i do like to think after blowjob tsukasa is suddenly vaguely atuned to cocksmell wafts when they happen. like you guys get into the bed and the sheets plume as they do and youre like snf.

あ：There's a good smell here :) I'm sure it's just ilke a-ah… there it is…! It actually exists normally, I just didn't know that was the smell…

つ：now i recognize a new color

あ：And the world. became a little MORE special of a place.

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つ：

あ：I actually had a bunch of miscellaneous thoughts within this scenario… like, random little conversations where Amane is curious what Tsukasa is experiencing/feeling, but also since the "nut and keep sucking" experience is on my mind, thinking about Amane dealing w frustrations of penis limits. feeling like, but i want it more and longer. trying to overcome this. it's also like, he doesnt like feeling as though someone Tsukasa has more stamina, it's always me prying Tsukasa off… huff huff. [want to be impressive]

Just bemoaning to Tsukasa outright, about wishing it could last longer. which could be interesting for Tsukasa to hear bc. [memories of Amane ripping him off abruptly] its just interesting these desires could exist, conflictingly

つ：oh. then why do you pull me off. sortof mindset about it

あ：[finger to mouth innocently] Especially when its like. pries off. AND. is like. dont touch me ouhh dont lay on me

Amane both petulantly, flippanyly huffing about wanting this outside of it happening, but then also agonized whining for it during… Much for Tsukasa to digest

Tsukasa, who always wants Amane to get what he wants. like hueue…. how do i halp…

つ：its like awe… what do do i keep going or not…..

あ：Which Amane do I listen to…😰 But one day Amane just humbles himself and tasks you with a mission Sits on my knees in front of you we are facing each other sitting

つ：tsukasa listening to this like. hmm…. so. I listen, to the Amane, now but I don't listen to the Amane, later. but what if the Amane later wants me to listen to him….?

あ：Like Amane is underestimating his own reaction here I'll just power through it I'll just…. want it

つ：when the time comes he's going to get scared when tsukasa doesn't stop easily and does indeed just bare down and continue

あ：The resistance. It can be scary We make, some new noises today

Thinking about the Amane tasking Tsukasa with this like. Trying to emphasize, like, we'll just experiment. I wanna see what it feels like… maybe we could just make it last a bit longer… I'll just like… try and focus. But if you're not tired, you should just keep at it [not expecting to tear up from fear]

つ：brain is like nOOO I'M UNDER ATTACK HELP!!

あ：you cave and are just like ST. STOP!!! STOP!!!

I actually like the dramatics of saying "stop" and "no" aloud its really ilke. well its the part where its noncon

i think it would be interesting whether or not tsukasa listens… like i think it's cute if he's just so good boy brain and like :< about it and does let up… but then you have amane meditate on it and is like. wait. no. i mean. i thibk. i think we're ontos oemthing [hand over mouth, thinking]

つ：i imagine the first 'try' tsukasa doesn'thave the werewithal to continue ignoring once he keeps pulling and asknig stop and sounding upset

maybe only lasts a little while… then is just like…. amane….. do you really want me to stop….. i know what you said before….

あ：He's just so programmed to listen…. er, and, I mean, the second Tsukasa lets up, amane will shove him awayand pull his hips back like. >_< [wheeze] So… its not like… reassuring at first

つ：just be like.. mm. p. pets. pets. you… did it good…. tsukasa [straining] uhm, i just wanted to. uh feel it. right its … hard…

あ：mutter an apology. its like. sorry… its confusing…. but you were doing what you were supposed to

つ：you just want to do what I say, don't you…… 💭I… need to get better.. at not saying…. no, or stop….

あ：See i like the thought of Amane having to problem solve actually you meditate on it… it was an educational experience

Actually i think a babystep could be like… just… staying completely still… and letting it rest in Tsukasa's mouth… we just breathe here

Maybe if we go… reeeally reeeeeeally slowly…. but I think this is more soothing for Tsukasa as well, like. just getting pet repeatedly. Amane can have more mental faculties to be like. [swallowing] "um, you're doing fine…"

つ：when he starts hissing and flinching, having a mind to pet

あ：Maybe you still just have to tap out, but you feel better about how far you got… crawls over and just nuzzles

… without all the primal terror… you can report that this time it was um um… interesting… it's, it's nice, it's.. intense but. like… feels good still….. It was better that time…

つ：fidgeting. I like that it lasted a .. a long time. tsukasa is just wigglewiggle uuuu ah good…. did it good…

あ：[quietly] It's fun.

つ：I'LL DO IT AS LONG AS YOU WANT! we'll get really good at it!! we'll do it for hours! I know you can, Amane! if you want it you're good at difficult stuff

あ：chokes coughs blood spiritually. ohhh you think i can be your little blowjob champ get real good at getting a blowjob. help

つ：a part of amane like . we shouldn't ought have hadsex at the tanabata

あ：I have a feeling it was a mistake.

つ：meestake

あ：I think this is why. People don't have sex. With their siblings It's too easy, isn't it Teens need… to sneak out of the house to do it It must be good for you. Growing up

つ：to have to wait for the festival times and then to sneak theres gonna be a day. in the middle of the night amane is like. wait it could happen now. if we're quiet

あ：That's when you'll really be broken I also feel like. when you discover. just pantomime. its over part 2 invent humping. uahhhhhhh [brain disintegraets]

つ：ahh i was thinking about inventing humping… to one day be like. tsukasa. there's something else we can… do. like what we've been doing. something. teens typically do if we're already doing this…. i figure why not…. if we don't like it. we just won't try it again

あ：Scuffs shoe It's whatever you know. Just. We'll take our temperature on this

[the air increases humidity as you both feel the, like vibe of 'marking property' that humping gives]

つ：something neither of you can begin to articulate, to yourselves or each other. amane would see it as simply a physical transaction-- like the BJ, it's just about acquiring a sensation and being horny….

there's some subtle feelings of ownership to a BJ, but not too much, and its easy to handwave, I feel.

あ：The ahh part where, cock makes you weak, a blowjob makes you feel. weak.

being so young and tender too, you're more often just whimpering and clinging while getting sucked off

つ：it's the act of it all, you cant have many thoughts during.

あ：it can often feeeeel like tsukasa is just doing you a favor…

つ：he is fanning you with a big leaf now and again

when you get into…. baring down on Tsukasa…. grabbing him in place, squeezing him steady, pushing him against the floor, humping….. it feels… different….. and tsukasa feels it, too. it's just… visceral. forceful.

あ：It is simply different to… grab, move, squeeze, shove against Tsukasa's whole body… pin him against a surface… You're also more ah, coherent. for it

In the first place, I think instructing Tsukasa to get into position already feels like "."

つ：face away from being the logical first attempts.. lets not make this awkward

amane also like. fidgeting. look. if you dont like it-- or wahtever-- just. tell me later okay. and don't. laugh or…. I'll do something

あ：Eheh yes, especially since we're trial running… Can't deal with Tsukasa having his very focused little pinpricks. dont look

つ：I don't want you to talk. just-- put up with it. for. this first time.

so awkwardly…. having tsukasa maybe palms against a wall. standing or on knees, i wonder…. but its comforting to have tsukasa pressed to something, so he really can't move much….

あ：I like the vibe of against a wall Let me… approach this

つ：holds.. hips hips. i imagine it would be like… mmm… awkward. just looking, thinking. but actually starting is like. ffffine ok ok here i go uhm. just. does it

grabs. bumps against… more uh, cartoonishly at first pull to, and away from not knowing the actual hip-movement

あ：A lot of it just feels awkward and, like "is this anything"… is it going to feel like anything, for either of us.. but some part of you vaguely is like, interested, seeking something. so…. persist

Kawaii. like approximations it really takes a second to figure out how. like. to get a rhythm It can feel sort of wrong… like… isn't it smoother… it should just be like. bump bump bump

End up feeling like, it was essential to instruct Tsukasa to not look or say anything. Feel like he would turn around and leave , to be interrupted rn

But mm… I believe in Tsukasa's gracefulness and , also eagerness, just going to be receptive and quiet. Maybe wiggle… Whatever Amane is doing is interesting

つ：bumpbumpbump.. it feels interesting… more of his body is involved in this….. can feel that thang up against him. amane wants to rub it places….

あ：It is interesting to feel it like this. Something you've been getting familiar with Can't see it but know it…

I think any sort of… like, receptive, or playful sort of wiggle/sway from Tsukasa is good incentive. it ah. make you horny to feel/see [grips tighter]

… it's all… not nothing… I always think the way a curved spine contours very artfully against the chest, when you're looming from behind. it feels so neat. like ah, bodies… its nice to rest your face against shoulders/back too…

つ：i like to think of amane getting an increasing urge to press closer…. pull harder… at first being sortof like, ah, at a distance-- more similar to like, how we casually hump at fridge

bump. bump…. not wanting to immediately be too overinvested, a reserved amount of involvement like if you did just this and felt really embarrassed you could just, forget about it…

あ：Uhuhm… noncommittal enough. not even holding onto Tsukasa that firmly or anythin…

Light pressure. just ah, getting a feel for the territory but as a result it's cute, the spike of interest and intensity…

thinking about him really leaning face against and rubbing between shoulders. i always feel like this is just comforting. inhale Traps hot breff against Tsukasa's back

つ：feels tsukasa shudder from the breath and feels sadistic

あ：Man when I remember how little self control we had before though. how much it felt like goootttta do it... gotta hump until we're sore

つ：my creep goosebumps are manifesting m.mmm

oh yeaaahh babyyy. my spine and his muscles and hips.. unlike BJ you can really hump for a long time, especially if you dont really have apointed goal to it and aren't coming….

あ：Oh you can feel like such a creep all loomed from behind. tbh the quality where you can't see the other's expression….

つ：first session could get pretty ribbled and last a long time.. despite the start. wrap arms around his waist. really make him feel like. fklsgjlfh….

oh, this one really involves more than, just my mouth or something….. if the other thing is a kind of kiss, this is like a kind of hug

あ：oughh. the way you see the world but youre not wrong

つ：more firm…. shallow… quicker humps. i dont need to pull away all the way, he thinks… ah, its like the BJ…. its nice to do it shallow and stuff…. it doesnt have to go in-out full length every time….

あ：Sometimes doing staying really close and against is nice… mm…

つ：… but it is fun sometimes….. mmm… experiments with shallow, short humps close to tsukasa's body… then pulling away, holding him by a hip at more distance, and slamming into

あ：Really exploring the territory hmm i fjsdgh i do think it's just easier to feel like. egotistical about it. maybe its hard to leave it due to this as well

つ：stands still. like ah hm, wait a minute... he moves his head to me sometimes.... hmmm.. grabs tsukasa and pulls HIM towards, but keeps himself still.. moves tsukasa to his hips. brain pops fizzles

あ：Drags you upons… the collision can feel so dramatic!! impact…

つ：tsukasa himself easily sorta wobbly and not sure wtf is happening, trying to stay steady, has to get a better stands on the ground to not be shaken

あ：All the partition of clothes and stuff really helps keep it from being as, overwhelming and raw as a bj. but still very satisfying

つ：amane can see the utility of it all…. that you can be harsher, and the 'target' is so broad, its not like trying to aim for mouth… so you can really pull away, and pull back, and slam….

it all feed into itself though-- doing this like. mmm but i should try to do some slam with the other thing too, can't i do some…. not exactly like this, but…. more than I have

あ：Getting more comfortable and aware of yourself. yabai

つ：[pulls tsukasa over harshly a few times repeatedly, until tsukasa is panting trying to stay steady, and jostled] Amane, despite being the one requesting silence as always, is like…… [way too careless, because he expects how tsukasa will answer, by now] you really don't mind even if it's so rough?

shakes his head. he's try to be GOOD BOY UNLIKE YOU and was told to be quiet again…

[sneering behind him] can I get even rougher. [knows how you willl answer but wants to fuck with you] …. tsukasa nods, of course

あ：He is shitty like that

つ：horrible brain: i will make you regret agreeing so easily

あ：Maybe you should think twice. sticks tongue out

つ：finally a situation where maybe i can make tsukasa blanch first really awful harsh slamming repeatedly awful porno manuevers and he's amane, so he really can be tongue out THIS . HO

あ：Making Tsukasa pant is exciting… any involuntary sounds made are, like. It makes Amane feel like he "won" =,= he sucks

つ：little stops and hiccups and ah-- hhg--khk-- scritch scritch, feet unstable on the floor hands scratching the wall….

あ：Squeezes your middle so hard you squeak… and so on fucking. he's amane also so. he laughs

つ：tsukasa is . very surprised just by all the-- roughness. amane isn't really such a… ah, he's not your, jock brother in such a way, you know, he's not like headlocking you or something….

he's not. wrestling you to the ground typically…you have your little games, and when younger you had some rowdy ones, but…. he's not a frat boy! he's not usually just. i mean hitting you or something. just slamming is wild!

tsukasa thinking… so he wants to be rough….? he wants to be this rough….?

あ：We're.. weird little guys, we're typically sentimental and hand-holdy, the familiarity just lends to some playfulness, but… I think even the rougher rowdier games were under the pretense of, some RP or imaginative play. we're at most liable to get wily in the pool or something

I think the lack of proxies is really interesting… it means, Amane, just wants to be rough with, Tsukasa so Tsukasa has to process…. you want to do that to me…? He wants to hear me make these sounds…?

つ：its all so. very blank while this is all going on. despite panting physically mouth open stares at the wall

あ：… I think it's uniquely overwhelming for Tsukasa to process…. simply because it is not typical of Amane to do this… Like mnn… because it's not just in his general nature to be aggressive like that. What is this… [radio static]

つ：i think it would be really funny if Amane was having fun being really gnasty tongue sticking out snarling a corner of his lip slamming tsukasa and then unexpectedly comes and is like. stills.

forgor it could happen. didn't. wasnt trying dont feel strong anymore

あ：How do you play this off You feel the come leaking down your leg

つ：going from crushing it to just still is incriminating

あ：the wet spot. its just like. i mean theres no good options bc weakly bumping and then being like hue is also like. i think tsukasa understands What happened

You simply linger. still. hand on tsukasa. and then cough. [jenny's awkward christian grey voice] Well, that was great. (edited)

つ：maybe its just like. walks. away. goes to bathroom to like. handle this. like. wipe cock down just came all over yourself. its just. covering your cock in your shorts. soaking

sssmmmmallest spot of soaked-thru come on tsukasa…. he simply rubs his hand against the spot and brings it to his nose while amane is gone, licks it tooo…. like ah. it is the stuff.

あ：incriminating… It's interesting to think, that even without umm… mouth stuff… wetness… it could happen just force… rubbing against…

つ：he liked it as much as the other thing…..

a dokis moment alone against the wall still, unsure also if he should move or not.. its cute for amane to come back in and tsukasa has not moved an inch.

dokis of. ah he-- mm… we'll do this more, then… if he liked it.. we might start doing this too…. regularly… whenever we can…

あ：[gets dizzy]

つ：and... if we dont have to take off any clothes or, get anything out...... that seems easy

あ：[rubs face.]

つ：really don't understand his own feefee, but it's the odd ownership feeling of it… feeling, branded… roughed with treated like his… just can't have that thought formed, yet

あ：This stage where everything is just percolating…

Ah for the humble little Tsukasa I think there are dokis to be had, also, at like -- oh, yay, another thing I can do… that Amane likes… two whole things. a frog in a well like me… maybe feel a little spoilt. How did I get here…

つ：and, uhmmm it was my, suggestion sortof in the firstplace… that we could do it… so….

あ：._. me do something good 👉👈💦…

つ：i do think dryhumping is a new problem eventually, but at least at first maybe amane is a little like. avoidant of doing it again for a Second

like i. cant think about how i was there immediately >> whyd i come so hard so suddenly

あ：It's kind of embarrassing. To reflect on.

つ：and you gotta come back into the room and be like-- … tsukasa…. tugs pulls him away from the wall its over, tsukasa…

you. [through teeth] did good… pets…. ruffles hair.

あ：Trying to balance, wanting to breeze past this/move on but affirm it was good >> Like ah. that was good. maybe it's something we can do together, too. Oh uh, you can talk. now.

つ：[EXHALES LOUDLY AS IF HE WAS HOLDING BREATH] turns around and beams at Amane

あ：[looking put off] ….

つ：...... [OPENS MOUTH WIDELY] [has nothing coherent to say immediately] [looks around] [thinks so hard]

あ：............................................................. [im choosing to not be mean.... so i wont tell him to actually be quiet again....]

つ：HOLDS amane's hand in both of us suddenly it-- was-- fun! really fun! [SHAKES HAND AROUND]

あ：[resigned] Mhm…. [sigh] Good to hear you had fun. [but like… stretches leggy out] It was… interesting. [kinda kickin leg out, crosses it behind other] It gave me… ideas~ ^^

つ：sparklinggggggg

あ：[feeling smug again finally] So, look forward to.. the future~ [tongue sticky outy face]

this does feel like. its time for sadist brother to percolate thinking about. fucking you hard. sorry here it comes

つ：going to dream about slam now that i know the slam going to bleed this into the BJ stuff its like. but tsukasa has been such a good sport. and he doesn't. mind so. why should I… hold back

あ：going to treat you worse during it

つ：start really moving tsukasa's head forcefully. get more creative with positions.

あ：if tsukasa likes it so much…. really. grab by the hair. freely move you over cock the… objectification

つ：like moving over top of m.

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あ：Hm the appeal of this scenario is like watching Amane like, real-time evolve into horrible pervert naturally as he gets more confident and acts rougher its like… gets more talkative during.. starts. dirtytalking. im sorry tsukasa.

つ：ITS GONNA BE ROUGH FOR TSUKASA!!!

あ：Like oh. he's saying so much Since this stuff started so 🤐 its … an unexpected shift but also its like wjfdgjhf when the dialogue is like [warped voice] you like that don't you, you little

つ：oh its all gonna be. tell me you like it. wanna do it. more tell me don't you wanna do this for hours?

あ：I can tell you're thinking it [out of breath]

つ：you like it more than you can say. i can tell. cuz of how you. hhlook at me

あ：you should tell me though. how you want it. don't you think i should hear it. it's just you and me here. why hold back

つ：LIhkKE-- [Amane hooking a thumb in his mouth to make it harder to talk. kind of just as a bullying thing. coming out.]

あ：hooking thumb in mouth, tilting head side to side

つ：Wannit! Wanna-- lihkk-tt do it! aaahahaaa.. I liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiike… I lliiiiiiiiike when… Amane…. ♥ isssz, rrrough, haha like this… he's rougher when we do this, you don't hold back

あ：Mmm oh he loves to hear it…. it's just like [nastily] That's right The way you are means, I don't have to hhold back. at all! aha You're easy like that

つ：I want, to be the person Amane neeverr holds back with.... [dazed, out of it...]

あ：Hahaha… hahah, aww, Tsukasa… [mock scandalized tone] You want to be special-? You want to get what no one else can… ?

つ：eeouuuhhmm… squints one eye . kicks at floor nnhnnnn.

あ：[tilts head] Hmm, it would be nice, wouldn't it…

つ：it sortof hurts to hear….

あ：[going on] getting to be special… mmm… I can see why you would want it…

つ：Amane…. I like when, Amane looks at me… [wobbly] you look at me more since starting this I like that

あ：[simmers…]

つ：touch… [paws at a sleeve] me more…. since….

あ：Amane is stupid, he doesn't expect to have words pain him… but it's like ahh.. The sincerity… I think it's a real balance of being horny about it and getting chest pain

つ：and feeling condescending, as he does amane with his capacity to pity the little creatures

あ：Yes. like ah. Tsukasa is… being pathetic….💔 Holds face in both hands

つ：is that what's under tsukasa's surface… tsk tsk… hold my little dummy

あ：[lower voice, pitying] It's nice to be looked at, and touched, isn't it…

つ：nodddddd… no mouth gazing at. pitiably

あ：Well, as long as you always listen to me… if you keep being, just like this. [pat pat] Thennnn why would I ever hold back…? You got this far, right?❤️

つ：mmmmm. nuzzles into hand for a moment, sortof restlessly. presses face into palm by turning himself

I WANT Amane to do whatever he wants!! I want [thinks about these words.. Amane was asking him about whwat he likes and stuff…….. its so hard to think about things in terms of whatever he's wanting…]

I want… Amane [gets still and looks around at the floor] I do like it [thinking harder.] it tastes good because it's you and it all smells good I like it.

[very simple. but it is going to sound the way it does] I like that I can swallow something from Amane and put it in me and I have it in me all day

あ：It's so simple and yet. amane really needs it to be so blunt. rghhhg…. that IS what's hot about it, isnt it…!?! rhgh

You like it cuz its me… JUST me… it. [becoming severe] it couldn't be just anyone, right-? You wouldn't like just any person… You wouldn't get on your knees for someone else. right.

つ：[FLABBERGHASTED] NO!? NO ONE?! no….! no….. no one else-- ?! no! [getting caught in it] I dont wanna smell like someone else!!!! I dont wanna put someone else in me!!

あ：spiritually Amane is steepled fingers pleased and simmering thats right…………………….

つ：only Amane!!!

あ：but you know like. thinks about it for 1 second as well and is like ugh. no. fufjghf.g never anyone else's come. oooh. OOOH. ONLY me. Never anyone else, okay?

つ：possessive guy discovers an inch of his fetish

okay!! yes! never ever! never!

あ：I don't want you to smell like anyone else either

つ：no! gross

あ：You don't need that

つ：no! never need it!!! [very definitive. firm] only AMANE. [but childishly so.]

あ：Good, good. I like the sound of that

つ：if Amane stops doing it it'll never happen again [surprisingly intense statement but said very plainly]

あ：Im-impressive… this is actually kind of high concept for amane. the future? houh….

つ：never ever. not even at a festival [as if festivals are places you just have sex. tsukasa's conceptualization of being a teen]

あ：Never... ever, even if years pass...? [quiet]

つ：never ever til I die [so easy for tsukasa to say things like this]

あ：impressive good boy otouto wtf… ah. kinda got blasted with a beam by this [breathing 1 inch from your face] That… that is how it should be… why- why should it be any different? Til.. til we die We'lllll [getting manic] WE'LL JUST do it lotssss then cuz whoo.. who cares !!

つ：oh in his miasma. staring. breathing shallow uh. uh huh.

あ：Who cares… who cares!! It's just us… hhahaha-!! ah…

つ：hehehe.hahahhehehaha.

あ：but it's always just us… isn't it?

つ：mhm.........

あ：mm…. [rubs face on face]

つ：!!!!! RUBS FURIOUSLY

あ：ohmmm my amane brain. im inventing the thought of kissing its happening what are we doingggggg [tongue lolling] its almost funny we havent gotten here but if i have your undying loyalty. idk lets fuck around

つ：its always funny how its not a thought between them it has to be like, amane thinking like….. ah. i always feel like… it's amane…. pitying tsukasa…. in a way… in the way he pities yashiro for clearly being into him…. the feeling of ahh… poor little thing…. really likes me, huh? hmm..

あ：ah, if the only way you're going to experience anything is through me… I grant you a little somwthing

つ：the easiest way to crack into it isn't as an earnest confrontation of his own love, but pitying tsukasa for being. madly in love with him it would seem

I like the thoguht of it being like a little pin drop for Amane… like ah Tsukasa… is a little weird about me.

あ：i think he's sick

[suddenly entering a 1000 yard stare state as i think harder about kiss] … ah, but I do like it being out of some sense of pity, ohhhh pity for your circumstance… In the middle of nuzzling their faces together, it occurs to him suddenly, the impulse. A real spur of the moment thing, where Amane holds Tsukasa's face and tilts it, firmly, aligns their moves. Soft press for a second, while Amane peacefully lids his eyes shut, then swipes his tongue out, over Tsukasa's mouth. Kisssss with tongue… that real stuff, like teens do. Won't be satisfied until it feels properly 'adult', tongue meets tongue. Though it doesn't end up lasting very long (still childish in this way) — it's exciting nonetheless… makes it feel like there are sparks in Amane's throat, very low in it. Crackly. Exhales heavily into Tsukasa's face.

"A little something. Siiiince, you won't be kissing anyone else, either." laughs. evilly. "I don't want my little brother to die a kissless virgin though." [you have my pity voice]

i am, throwing you a bone.

つ：stares with tongue barely poking out. aohhh ppooor tsukasa…. little brain obliterated

you're talking to him from the other end of a wide expansive gymnasium. its like that hannibal scene though where theres two hannibals and one is right next to his ear. saying the words.

kiss. kissing….. mouth to mouth. he kiss me…. kissing? kissing…. a kiss. amane… kiss me? does not say anything but starts wide-eyed leaning closer to amane again….. o 3o

あ：………………….. [looks at you.] [but like lol. yeah let's do it] [like the kombucha girl like AHAH.]

つ：oh sure. so pitiable…. are you so eager for it… lol

あ：in amane's perspective, he is giving you an extra 5 kibbles. cuz he feels so sorry for you.

つ：just a little something for my hungry pet

あ：leans in

つ：makesa tiny noise ah

あ：Wow. it is like kissing a virgin tho licks

つ：VIBRATES LIKE CHIHUAHUA

あ：it must feel so strange right. like tsukasa is usually the one whomst licks. for tsukasa it's like mgahhh lick ME? but this is a context where amane is like. oh i know people use that thang. tongue.

つ：HE LICK MEEEE!!! drool on. me i want to have amane's drool in me

あ：desire unlocked

つ：more. substances this time i wil focus on the taste of it very very very hard

あ：moar… it is of course, not fair if amane walks out of this fine, so he should have to deal with being miserably horny about kiss. even if its delayed. like you walk yourself this far out of a sense of, i'm pitying my poor lil brother lol. but it is you who is lying in the middle of the night on your futon like . wish i was making out rn [arrested by it]

つ：I would like him to suffer despite it all. Eventually should roll over in the night get on top of Tsukasa to kiss him in a wild impulse. Had a boner for so long its painful. But fsr instead of protocol drag tsukasa to cock the makeout urge manifests. but then you're on top of tsukasa who is groggily startled and gasping confused for hair and. you realize. through the force of your hips moving on their own while these responses arouse you. that you can. make out and hump at the same time

あ：it doesn't have to stop…. [math equations flying aruond] Actually everything at once

つ：eventually going to crawl over tsukasa's head to put dick in mouth its going to be everything all at once like ughruhgjgh ouhhg wait waaait wait mm wait i canmm

あ：yes chasing it like…. AND, I WANT -- THIS its like unlocking a skill tree i can think of.. POSES Ah the intensity of like. cocksuck while straddling face though. hueee….

つ：getting all the way to humping down into face. its gotten as bad as it can get for Amane

あ：ooo eee ooo. In a way this is actually the worst timeline zim voice worse…….. or better

(~link to PART 2 down here for convenience~)

[nyctophiliq]

hi there

hmm im not good at articulating my words but i’ve been listening to lullaby by new connection. i’ve been trying to sleep too… it’s been a couple of hours actually so i just journaled on my phone and was listening to music. couldn’t sleep so i opened this app and saw ur post first thing.

ahh today’s clouds at around 5:30pm??.. they looked so pretty. they looked so 3d with like layers of clouds and some looked like fresh white paint smeared with a glow hint of iridescence :) it was really pretty.

listening to music and trying to fall asleep is such a nice thing tbh this app is a hell hole so try to get off as soon as possible /hj also journaled like writing a journal? i am so dumb

my god i love clouds !!! i saw a lot of planes today also- hobby and commercial flights too along side a few helicopters !!! i love clouds and planes so much. the chemtrails as the come out of the cloud that fluffy cotton ball looking thing that actually weights a ton cuz of all the water and dust amazing things non the less !!!

[coffeeworldsasaki]

The new babies

And my personal favorite, fluffy cactus:

[hansensgirl]

not all who wander are lost.

summary. | He’s got your name on his tattoo, wearing the same damn clothes since three days ago. A bottle of gin in his hand, and you’d say he’s just wandering.

warnings. | Strangers to lovers, smut, naive reader, mentions of trauma, angst, fluff, slight violence, slight dub/con, slight blasphemy, drinking, DD/LG, daddy kink, corruption kink, ring/hand kink, size kink, creampie kink, teasing, spanking, choking, spitting, manhandling, praise, male masturbation, handjob, degradation, a bit of humiliation, oral sex, virginity loss, marking, and more. 18+ MINORS DNI.

word count. | 11k

pairings. | Daddy!Destroyer!Chris x Little!Reader.

a/n. | one of the few fics inspired/based off of chemtrails over the country club. please heed the warnings and don’t forget to reblog. ily! thank you so much to @dragon-of-dreams @mypoisonedvine @tenuntilfightcall and everyone else for helping me out with some information! and thank you to my bb sara @asadmarveltrashbag for beta-ing and being there for me during this insane month, ilysm!!

The first time he laid eyes on you, was six months ago.

Meadows like the ones that surround him only exist in movies and Instagram posts. But even those need editing for perfection. Yet, the ones around him made him feel as though he has camera lenses for his eyes. Each piece of grass is a beautiful green, and some had flowers between them. His thighs may hurt but the view is a reward for all the trouble he just went through. A cute cottage lies on the hill he stands on. It resembles one from a Pinterest board but he doesn’t mind.

Birds chirp, sheep bleat, cows low and chickens cluck amongst Ella Fitzgerald's rendition of Summertime. Chris walks a few more steps and onto the porch he goes. This isn’t his destination. Well, technically, it is. But he isn’t supposed to be knocking on your door like he is now, and his heart shouldn’t be beating out of his chest. To the right of this cottage — Chris’s right — is another cottage.

It’s more modern than he’d prefer it to be. It only looks so because inside lives a drug lord who is on the run. It’s truly unfortunate his girlfriend sold him out for immunity. He knocks on the wooden door and takes a step back. Who knows what kind of person is behind it. “Coming!” your sweet voice calls. Chris doesn’t let go of his grip on his gun that’s down the waist of his pants.

Even the sweetest seeming things can always end up being sour.

You struggle not to trip over your own dress. The tail of it drags behind you and sweeps the floor, too. But it makes you feel just like a princess, so you don’t care. On your hip is a basket, and inside is Cotton. Your bunny. She’s been your company for years, and you don’t know what you’d do without her. Barely anyone visits anymore, only because cars can’t handle the long drive up and many people hate nature. But when the occasional knock on your door echoes throughout the house, you can barely keep your excitement inside.

You open the door and gasp. The man… is brooding. And he’s not the type of broody that would grumble insults under his breath or the type that would stalk people, either. He’s the dreamy type, the man your parents say is bad news when really he just needs love. You take in his form. You can tell he’s slightly tired and you just have to give him credit for walking up to your home. He has no flaws, except for the dirt that stains his clothing.

“Hi, do you live here?” the strange man asks, looking around the inside of your home. You jump and you’re not sure why but your skin raises with goosebumps. His voice is deep yet so soft-spoken. For some odd reason, his hand is reaching backwards and you assume that it’s because he has some sort of ache from the walk. You finally register his words and look up at him.

“Y- yes, do you live here?” you stupidly ask. You don’t even realize what you just said until you noticed his puzzled look. “Oh, sorry,” you look down and notice that his black boots are covered in pollen, something that can be oh so bothersome. “‘S’alright, I was hiking a- and I don’t have anywhere to go… Do you think you could let me stay here?” he asks, letting go of the gun. “Uhm, s- sure, what’s your name?” you ask him, moving out of the way.

Naive, so fucking naive.

“Chris, what’s yours?” he asks, stepping inside. You give him your name and he nods. He goes to wipe his shoes on the rug in front of the door but there is no rug. You hand him a rag and he gratefully takes him, mumbling a small ‘thank you.’ “Are you a tourist?” you ask him, setting your basket down onto the floor. Cotton hops out of it and runs off to the kitchen, probably to chew on your apron. “No…” he solemnly answers. He hands you the rag back and you shyly take it.

“O- okay… Are you a photographer? I’ll tell you God’s truth, the most beautiful photos are taken when the sun rises, when it sets and when it’s raining,” you pointedly inform him. You drop the rag into your basket and turn back around, your dress spinning in a slight swirl. His eyes rake your body up and down, taking in every inch of your body. Red cloth with white polka dots covers your body and your mushroom earrings bring the entire outfit together.  Chris has to assume that the heavens above or whatever the fuck else is there have handcrafted you to absolute perfection.

He’s never read any stories about Greek gods, but he knows that Zeus would be absolutely infatuated with you. He takes note of how your body tenses up when he makes eye contact with you, and he gives you a small smile.

“I’m not a photographer,” he clarifies, looking around. He can’t believe you let him in just like that, but the more he found, the more he understood why. A lonely, innocent little girl like you doesn’t have anyone to tell you right from wrong. “Then what are you, sir? Are you lost? I can call the Consulate if you’d like,” you offer, walking towards him. “I’m not lost… I’m a wanderer,” he whispers almost hesitatingly.

“But you only ever wander when you’re lost, no?” you confusingly ask him. He clicks his tongue and shakes his head, before peering out of the window. Luckily, he has a direct view of the other cottage. He really did hit the jackpot. “Not all who wander are lost, little girl. Now tell me, why would you let a stranger inside your home?” he asks you.

Cotton hops from the kitchen to your bedroom, and you stand in place. “I… Well, I’m not sure. You didn’t give me any reason to not let you in or to make me believe you’re dangerous, sorry…” you shyly tell him. “Don’t apologize, just know that not everyone in this world is good. There’s always going to be someone with a little more darkness than the rest of us…”

Chris unzips his duffle bag, and you let out a giggle. “Quite ominous of you, but then again, it suits your whole aesthetic. The cool, bearded man, with his cool words,” you smile at him, but it carries a bit of sadness. “Treat this place as your own, make yourself at home. And if you need anything, I’m always here.”

Chris stays at the window for most of his days. Always with a pair of binoculars and a pack of saltine crackers. Sometimes, he pulls a juice bottle out of his duffle bag, You’ve countlessly offered him something that’s actually filling, such as angel cake and sandwiches. He rejects them all, and you wonder if he’s some sort of super-human. But technology hasn’t invented wireless technology yet, so it’s impossible.

“Uhm, Mr. Chris-Sir? I don’t think those crackers are good for you, they’re all you eat…” you sheepishly admit, carrying a cup of water to him. The mug has a little frog painted on it, but the green paint has chipped away over seven years. You set it down gently, onto the table next to him and Chris just stares out at the cottage. “Bird-watching is so cool, isn’t it? If you see a robin, let me know, they’re so beautiful,” you tell him, before walking off.

At first, he doesn’t take in your words. But once they’ve settled deep in his mind and sunk in, he realizes that you assume he’s bird-watching. He’d honestly take any other assumption, but at least you don’t know he’s spying on the criminal next door. He looks down at the table with a sigh and then notices what you’ve done. Not only did you set a cup of water down, but you also gave him two slices of toast. One has strawberry jam on it, and the other has melted butter.

His mouth surprisingly salivates, but it also doesn’t shock him. Every day he sits there, basking in the beautiful smell of your food and humming. His personal favourite is the smell of focaccia bread being baked. He watches and waits until you leave the room to go tend to the chickens. Apparently, one of them laid a few eggs. He quickly shovels the two slices of toast into his mouth and downs the glass of water like a starved man. Because he is one.

Cotton hopes around once again but all Chris sees is a fluffy white blur. He recalls his memories from when he was younger. Younger him always wanted a pet. Even a fish that would die in the span of two weeks would suffice. But his mom couldn’t afford it, so he dropped the idea. Sometimes, he wishes he had dropped other ideas, as well. Like the idea that he’d enjoy life as an undercover agent, or the idea of sacrificing himself for Erin.

His fingers are sticky with jam. He hates the feeling. He spreads his fingers out and goes to get up from his seat. “Shit,” he curses, realizing that something may happen while he’s away from the window. He stands there, contemplating whether or not he should risk his mission just to wash the fucking jam off of his stupid fucking hands. He calls your name, loudly, hoping you’ll hear him all the way outside the cottage.

“Is everything alright?” you shout, running inside the house. He didn’t expect that reaction, but he’ll take it. You’re holding onto the corner of two walls, slightly bent over. Your chest, your beautiful chest, is the first thing Chris lays his eyes on. He nearly chokes on his saliva, and he just can’t seem to take his eyes off of you. “Uh, hi, I need help,” he gruffly says, his voice a bit deeper than usual. He clears his throat with a loud ‘ahem’ and you begin to stand up straight, much to his dismay.

But he doesn’t think the image of your tits nearly falling out of your dress will leave his mind any time soon.

“Of course… Did you enjoy the toast? I can make you some more if you’d like,” you shyly offer him. “It was good, but I’m fine, thanks though. Can you stay here, right at the window, while I go wash my hands? If anything happens, you have to tell me.” Chris doesn’t leave any room for argument, but your curiosity and naivety get the best of you as always.

“What happens if I don’t tell you?” you ask him, walking towards the window. He blocks your path and suddenly personal space is no longer a thing you need. “You don’t want to know what I’m gonna do if you don’t, little girl,” he warns with a hint of lust in his tone. You nod your head and feel tingles bloom just above your core. You’re not sure whether they’re butterflies or those tingles.

Chris walks past you and you quickly rush to the window. You never realized how beautiful this view is until now. The sun is bright, angled in the most perfect manner so that it doesn’t shine directly in your eyes. The sky is so clear, even with the occasional fluffy cloud that always manages to look like some animal. The window blows gently, shaking the sheer curtains that frame you. You sigh and fold your arms, resting them on the windowsill.

You lay your head on your arms and stare out the window with joy filling your heart.

Chris watches you as you look out the window. You’re slightly bent over, once again. Your ass sticks out, and you subconsciously sway your hips side to side, almost purposefully teasing him. Your white dress has a few strings hanging from the hem, but it doesn’t make you look any less gorgeous. He feels like he’s in a dream.

Not only because of the beautiful scenery, and the beautiful woman in front of him but also because he’s trying his hardest to wash his hands quickly, but his movements are so slow. He looks down and rubs his hands together at a furious pace. Chris hears you gasp and he looks up. “Did you see something?” he asks you, turning off the sink.

“Yeah, my neighbour! I haven’t seen him in months, I need to go say hi,” you tell Chris, before rushing out the door. He only then registers your words once you’ve run out of the house and into the unknown. “Fuck- Wait!” he yells after you. He runs behind you and is so grateful when he notices you haven’t gone too far. But you’re still running and Chris’s target is about ten meters away, so he decides to do what he does best.

He decides to save you.

Chris’s feet hit the ground harshly, crushing the flowers beneath him. Running in socks isn’t fun, but at least he has something to protect him. He calls your name and crashes into you with all the force in his body. You both go down and hit the ground from his fierce tackling technique. You go to cry out in pain and lose your mind, but Chris clams his hand over your mouth. “Shh, be quiet. You’re not hurt, okay? I’m sorry I had to do that, but you can’t go running off like that,” he lectures, throwing his right leg over your body. He frames you down, and you don’t have much room to move. You’re frozen in place, chest heaving, and you furrow your eyebrows at his words.

“Listen, I need you to listen. You may not know me and I may not know you, but when I tell you to do something, you’re going to listen. Understood?” he chastised with a harsh tone. You nod meekly, like a little kid who just got caught with their hand in the cookie jar. “And just so you know, that sweet neighbour of yours over there is wanted by the Feds.” Chris looks over his shoulder and doesn’t see the man there anymore, so he begrudgingly climbs off of your body.

You gulp thickly, out of fear and nervousness. Chris doesn’t seem to want to add on to this newfound information, so your anxiety makes work of it. For all you know, your neighbour could be a murderer. Chris senses your nervousness and gives you a pat on the head, almost as if you’re his pet.

Unbeknownst to you, the sight of you under him, helpless and with his hand clamped over your mouth is something that gets his blood (and hand) pumping. He helps you up, and you don’t even realize it until he brushes some dandelion seeds out of your hair. “Thank you… and thank you for saving me, I’m sorry I didn’t listen,” you shyly speak to him. He nods and shoves his hands into his pockets, finding an old cigarette from before he quit.

“‘S’alright, I just need a few things from you,” he gruffly reassured. “O- Of course, anything for my guest and for the man who saved my life,” you beam with a small giggle punctuating your words. He basks in it, almost as though it’s sunlight over a beach. “Ah, you flatter me. Just tell me about yourself, I’m going to be staying for a while,” he says as he turns around to walk back inside.

A bottle of gin is in Chris’s hands. The colourless yet pale yellow liquid swishes inside its rightful bottle. It’s half full, only because last night, he downed the rest. He hasn’t drunk in a while. Since he got over being left for dead. And that’s only six months ago.

He’s shirtless. Only left in his grey jeans and jewelry. His rings clink against the glass bottle and his bracelets hang a little past his wrist. The gunshot wound on his left side had a faint scar on it. He hates it. Every single time he stares in the mirror, that fucking scar just stares back at him.

His father told him it makes him seem more ‘manly’, but it just feels like a point of weakness. Maybe if he was a little quicker, he would’ve saved that bank teller. He would’ve gotten Silas behind bars. He would’ve been able to be proud of himself.

Chris groans at the memories and spins the cap off of the bottle. It flies somewhere across the room, probably hitting one of the wood walls. He mumbles a ‘fucking hell’ and brings the bottle to his lips. The last time he drank like this was three months ago, and he ended up fucking the bartender.

She was bent over the counter, her tits spilled out of her bra and his cock pummeled into her sloppily.

She ended up kicking him out after they were done.

Chris groans again and sits down on the bed, kicking his legs up. His pants are stained with the pigment of dandelions and grass. The splotchy stains are juxtaposed to the grey of his old jeans. They have wear and tear all over them, but he doesn’t care.

Every now and then, he sighs — he sighs quite deeply. The puffs of air come from deep inside his chest. He tilts his head back and stares up at the ceiling, thinking back to earlier today. He smiles to himself, recalling the way you looked so innocent beneath him.

He’s only known you for a few days, and he already has lewd thoughts for you. Fuck. He just can’t help himself, though. Especially with your innocent doe eyes and pretty little dresses. He closes his eyes slowly, using that memory to fuel his much-needed mental images.

You’re beneath him once again, but you’re naked. His hand is wrapped around your throat, and he’s naked too. His cock is slowly driving in and out of you. He’s teasing you. Your pulsating, wet walls hug his fat cock, and you’re both moaning softly.

“Daddy…” you whisper to him, clenching around his cock. “What’s wrong, baby?” he softly asks you. “Please fuck me harder, please, Daddy,” you beg to him, before biting down onto your bottom lip. “I don’t think you’ll be able to take my cock like that, baby,” he shakes his head.

“I can take it, Daddy, I’m your good girl.”

Chris opens his eyes and his right hand has found its way down his boxers. His cock is all swollen and hard, hard as a rock. He places the bottle of gin down on the bedside table and gets himself all comfortable. Chris slowly begins to stroke himself gently. He goes from the base all the way to the top, and then back down. His thumb occasionally swipes against his leaking tip and all he can think of is teaching you how to make him — your Daddy — feel good.

“Fuck, baby,” he moans, feeling a vein throat against his hand. He moans your name and speeds up his movements. His fingers are slightly sticky, but it’s the type of sticky he doesn’t mind. He begins to slow his hand down, and he sighs, not wanting to come just yet. He hasn’t been this hard in ages, and touching himself feels so fucking good.

“Did you say my name? Is everything alright?” you ask, barging into his room. He jumps and his hand flies out of his pants. You both stare at each other, not even daring to blink. You eventually break eye contact and notice the bottle of gin sitting on the bedside table. There’s only a sixth of it left, and you frown. You don’t like it when people you care about drink. “Uhm…” he awkwardly scratches the back of his neck and then takes in your form.

You’re in a nightgown, and it’s sheer as fuck. The gin gets to him and his mind has a slight buzz to it. His heart beats rapidly and his cock throbs with want and need. Chris’s eyes rake up and down your body like how they usually do whenever you’re in front of him. His mother would scold him for ogling at you, but he just doesn’t care anymore.

“I- I am so so so sorry, I should’ve knocked. I just thought you needed help with something because I heard you say my name, but sometimes I just tend to hear random things, so sorry,” you apologize in a panicking manner. You slowly walk back to the door, but you don’t turn around. Your bare feet leave a faint imprint on the floor from the cold sweats that have taken over your body.

“Come back here,” he orders, sitting up on the bed. Chris’s unbuckled belt clanks quietly, and he begins to remove it in one quick motion. You gulp thickly and exhale shakily. You slowly walk to where Chris is sitting, and he pats the spot next to him. You’ve never had such an interaction with anyone, ever. You sit down next to him, but you keep your distance.

Alcohol should not be called alcohol in Chris’s utmost humble opinion. No, it should just stick to its nickname ‘liquid courage’ because it’s more accurate than anything else. He may not seem like it, but he’s just a man who doesn’t have the heart to do much. Adrenaline doesn’t exist for him anymore, not since the incident.

Chris turns his head and stares at your pretty face. You look down, unable to make eye contact with such a God-like man. You have to assume that even Apollo is envious of Chris’s beauty. “How’d you hear me? Because I know these walls aren’t thin enough, and I know I wasn’t being loud, so tell me; How’d you hear me?” he interrogates you like one of Silas’s companions, but this time is slightly different.

Lust is what’s pumping through his veins, not rage.

“Uhm, well… My room was right there, and I wasn’t doing anything but thinking, and since your bed is against the wall, I- I heard you say my name,” you explain shyly. He hums, and you’re not sure whether it’s a hum of delight or disbelief. “Thinking of what?” he presses, inching his body closer to yours.

You continue to stare at his hand, even though you can feel his heavy breathing against your face. “I… Well- I was uh,” you stutter embarrassingly, and it makes you burn up with shame. “Spit it out, little girl, and don’t think of lying to me,” he growls, placing his hand on your thigh. Your gaze follows his movements, and you take in the set of rings that adorn his fingers.

They’re all black and of similar styles. One has a skull, one is completely plain, one has a cross on it and the last one has the word ‘Daddy’ engraved on it. His veins are so prominent. They bulge out with intensity, and you’d just love to trail your fingers along each of them. “Am I going to have to force an answer out of you?” he roughly asks. His other hand goes to the back of your head and he brings your gaze to his face.  

You quickly shake your head in objection, and he raises his eyebrows for you to spit your answer out. “I was thinking about you, and the way you tackled me…” you admit to him in a low and soft voice. “You liked the way I was on you, little girl?” he asks, moving his hand to the back of your neck. “Y- Yeah, made me feel all… Tingly…” you whisper to him.

“I want to hear you say it, little girl,” Chris ushers, squeezing the back of your neck slightly. “I liked the way you were on top of me…” you tell him breathlessly. “Good girl,” he praises in a slightly deep voice. He pulls you onto his lap and you gasp. His hard, wanting cock is right under your thighs, and you exhale nervously.

“You feel that, little girl? That’s all because of you, you did this to me. And you’re proud of it, aren’t you? Got me so fucking hard just because of you.” Chris squeezes your waist, and you really can feel it all. He’s not wrong, either. You’re so proud that you’ve made a man like him so desperate for you. “Do you know what I was doing, little girl? I was jerking off to the thought of fucking that cunny of yours until you’re begging me to stop,” he growls in your ear.

You moan softly, and the picture comes to mind, making your pussy gush with want. “Bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he asks, placing his hand on your inner thigh. You nod, and he raises his eyebrows in warning again. “Yeah, I want that so bad,” you murmur to him. You and your pussy want him so bad. Chris’s hand inches further up your thighs until he’s just an inch away from your bare pussy.

Your thighs are already slightly sticky from your arousal. “Do you know what jerking off is, little girl?” he asks, pulling his hand away from your pussy. You hold back a pathetic, child-like whine, and he begins to lift up your nightgown until he sees your naked body. “Kind of… Isn’t that when a man touches himself? Like how women touch their… down there?” you innocently ask him.

Chris chuckles at how cute you are. So innocent yet oh so slutty. “Have you ever touched yourself, little girl?” he asks, lifting the nightgown over your head. It’s strewn across the floor behind you, and neither of you cares. But you quickly use your hands to cover your most precious, most private parts. “No, no, I don’t want to see any of that. You’re so beautiful, baby, you’re built like an absolute angel,” he husks, and you feel so flustered that you can’t help but giggle.

“T- Thank you… And I’ve done it a few times,” you inform him. Chris nods and smirks, catching the way your nipples have pebbled up. “Have you ever made someone feel good before?” he questions, trailing his broad hands up and down your body. “N- No, it’s pretty lonely up here…” you almost-ashamedly admit. He coos at you. “Do you want me to teach you how to make me feel good, little girl?” he questions, palming your tits.

You moan softly and rub your thighs together as he pinches and pulls at your hard nipples. You’re so small in his large hands, it makes him even harder. You nod your head fervently, wanting to make Chris feel so fucking good. Chris takes his hands away from your body and shifts you in his lap. He reaches down his pants and pulls his cock out of his boxers.

You gasp, having never seen something as big as that. He smirks and uses his right hand to grasp the base of his thick cock. Chris brings your dominant hand down to where his cock is and guides you to wrap your fingers around him. Chris shudders at your soft touch, and he moans softly. “Good girl, yeah,” he praises. “Wrap your hand around me a bit tighter, baby,” he urges, and you do exactly that.

He groans loudly and a small smile stretches across your lips. “N- Now, you’ve got to move your hand up and down. Start off slowly, go all the way to the tip, and then back down,” he instructs, even though he’s helping you out. His hand brings yours all the way to the tip, and then back down; just like he said. His hand leaves yours and goes back to feeling up your pretty body.

“Now do it by yourself, but in a twisting motion, little girl.”

You listen to his words and jerk him off, feeling yourself get wet as his cock twitches in your hand. Your clit throbs and so do the veins on the side of his shaft. Chris curses, and you bite down on your bottom lip. “Good girl, just like that. Fuck, your hand feels so good around me,” he moans, squeezing your waist. You focus on his cock, watching as pre-cum leaks from the tip and down the side of his dick.

It drips onto your slow-moving hand, and you exhale as your movements grow a bit faster. You look at him, watching as his pupils darken with lust. You can tell — it’s written on his face — he wants you to go faster. Your hand speeds up around his cock, making him a moaning mess. “Fuck, you’re such a good fucking girl. You like making me feel good, don’t you? So eager to please like the good little girl you are,” Chris husks.

His praise goes straight to your needy cunt and he knows this because he can just tell. Your thighs rub together, your breath hitches, you let out a giggle and squeeze a little tighter around his cock. Chris’s hand goes up to your head and smashes your lips against his. You both moan into the kiss, and you straddle both his thighs to get more comfortable.

You place your other hand on his cock and mimic your dominant hand’s movements. You try to keep up with the kiss, but you just can’t. Teeth clash and so do tongues as Chris moves his mouth against yours. He pants and his chest heaves as you continue to stroke him. “Go faster, baby,” he urges, and he pulls his mouth away from yours. He can feel you soaking his jeans, your wetness joining the abundant amount of rips and tears in the material.

Your hand moves faster, twisting perfectly and occasionally squeezing his most sensitive spots as well. Chris pushes your hands away abruptly, and you’re confused. Did you do something wrong? Does he not like you anymore? What happened? “Shit, wrap your mouth around the tip, little girl. Trust me, you’re gonna fucking love it,” he says, and you quickly do so.

You’ll do anything to please him. His mushroom tip is leaking and a raging red. It’s the same red as the rest of his cock, and you could swear it’s almost purplish. You can tell he’s aching because you’ve been through a similar thing. You drop down to the floor and kneel in front of Chris. Your lips smooth around the tip of his hard cock, and you can taste him as soon as he hits your tongue.

He tastes of musk and manliness, along with a hint of saltiness, and it’s oh so addicting. You keep the tip of his cock in your mouth like it’s one of your favourite lollipops and smile around him. Chris smiles and wraps his hand around himself. He jerks himself off quickly, desperate to come in your mouth. “Fucking shit– god, you’re such a good fucking girl,” Chris rasps as he reaches his climax.,

His balls tighten up and his blue eyes roll back into his skull. White, hot, thick ropes of cum shoot out of his tip and fill your mouth. You’re not sure why, but a moan escapes past your throat, and it only makes Chris’s high much better. Chris places both hands on the sides of your head and holds you there, gently. You swallow all his cum as it fills your mouth and leaks from the corners of your lips.

Chris so desperately wants to push your head farther down his cock, but he knows he shouldn’t. Plus, there’s always going to be more time for things like that. He pulls your head away from his cock and watches as a string of saliva tries to keep the two of you connected. You gently lick your lips, still savouring his taste and he smiles down at you. You can’t lie — you feel giddy. Giddy in a way in which you crave his praise and approval like no other.

“You’re such a good girl, you know that? Thank you for helping me out… I do suppose I should return the favour, right?” he teasingly says, lifting you up into his lap. You shake your head out of nervousness. “No? … Why not, baby?” Chris asks, and you gulp thickly. “Don’t wanna rush it… I- never mind, you wouldn’t understand,” you look down and fiddle with your fingers.

The grooves of your nails are smoothed over by your pointer finger. Some dips and rises make you cringe, and others satisfy you. He looks down at your hands and notices the skin picked on the sides. He knows how painful those can be, and he doesn’t want you to feel any pain at all. “I’ll try to understand, darling, but if you don’t tell me, then I’ll be completely clueless,” he speaks to you lowly. “I like the way your words make me feel…” you shyly admit to him.

“Aw, how do they make you feel, baby?” Chris presses, grasping your two hands together. “All warm and small… makes me feel like I have it all. Hey, that rhymes!” you exclaim, bubbling in the utmost adorable giggles ever. “You’re a natural poet, darling. But tell me more…” he urges, rubbing his coarse thumbs against your soft skin. “I get butterflies, and I feel all shy and safe. Your words make me so comfortable yet so vulnerable…” you describe to him even though words can’t describe what you feel.

“Is that right, baby? You’re so cute… Do you- Do you get all tingly and babyish when I use my words?” Chris hesitatingly asks. His voice is so gentle and soft, a low whisper that is so soothing to your ears and rough edges. You nod meekly and smile to yourself. Your cheeks may hurt from all the laughter he caused earlier today but that doesn’t refrain you from hiding your smile.

Now, Chris is no doctor. He’s no professional, he’s no master. He’s just a broken man, but he knows exactly what you’re talking about. But he won’t explain what it is, because he needs you to learn on your own. Maybe with some guidance from him, but he won’t trick you into thinking something completely off base.

“Let’s get cleaned up, okay? Then we’ll sleep, you need the rest. We both do.”

He’s got your name on his tattoo, wearing the same damn clothes since three days ago. A bottle of gin in his hand, and you’d say he’s just wandering. But he isn’t. He was never. The stick-and-poke tattoo may seem a bit much, but he doesn’t regret it one bit. Your name is written in your pretty handwriting. The ink is in his skin, and he’s practically marked as yours, now.

The days go by slower, much slower than he’d like them to. But it doesn’t matter now, because his mission is over, and he’ll be leaving soon. But Chris doesn’t want to leave. His wanderlust has found an end as he finally has a place where he’s meant to be. He’s found heaven in the hills, and between your legs.

“D- Daddy…” you whisper under your breath, loud enough for him to hear. Your hands are locked with his, and they rest at your sides. You’re just in a small bralette, and your hard nipples poke through the fabric. Your legs are thrown over his shoulders and your ankles lace together behind his head. Your neck aches from the angle your body is in, but the pleasure blooming from your core is much more powerful.

Chris is between your legs, and he hums against your wet, throbbing pussy. You moan loudly and squeeze your eyes shut from the feeling. He sucks on your clit harshly, and wetness seeps from your hole. “Feels so good… Oh, my…” you pant. Your hips gyrate and you subconsciously grind your wet cunt against Chris’s face. He pulls his face away from your pussy and licks a broad stripe against you.

You moan again and squeeze his hands tighter. His tongue swirls around your swollen and throbbing clit, bringing you closer and closer to your release. Your taste is addictive, and he could stay between your legs for hours on end, if not for eternities. His beautiful, lovely rings dig into the sides of your fingers, but you don’t care. Chris may treat you like a delicate doll, but he should know how much you love it when he’s rough with you.

“I think I’m gonna come, Daddy…” you cry out to him before a strangled moan leaves your mouth. Chris pulls away from your pussy once again, but this time he spits on your lips. His saliva drops down your cunt and mixes with your wetness, and he goes back to devouring you. He eats you out like a starved man, and you’re squealing at the overwhelming pleasure.

If he was on death row, he’d have your sweet pussy as his last meal.

His tongue works over your clit and brings you closer and closer to your release. It’s coming fast. A searing, heated feeling takes over your body and abdomen as your back arches off your couch. Chris is as hard as a rock, staring you directly in the eyes, and he makes you come on his mouth.

“Oh- Daddy!” you cry out loudly, your mouth falling open into a silent, voiceless scream. Your eyes roll back into your skull and in Chris’s past words, you look like a brain-dead slut. Your wetness gushes out of your drooling hole, and he laps it all up with no problem. He drinks up everything you give him, and then some. Your hands are still laced with his and your chest rises and falls at a fast pace.

“Shh… You did amazing, little one. Taste so fucking sweet, just like nectar,” he hums like a hummingbird, before smacking his lips. You slowly come down from your high as he strokes your hands with his thumbs. Your lids are slightly heavy, but you don’t want to get any shut-eye. Time away from Chris is practically a sin in your eyes. “Thank you, Daddy,” you gratefully reply.

“You’re welcome, little one. Got me so hard,” he husks as he moves to get up. He carefully handles your body and pulls out a handkerchief from the pocket of his jeans. They’ve been washed and scrubbed but there are still faint dandelion and pollen stains that he just doesn’t care enough about. Though the adorable face you were making whilst washing them is something that’ll never leave his mind.

Just like the mental image of you coming undone beneath him.

“Can I make you feel good, Daddy? Pretty please?” you ask sweetly and Chris knows he could say yes, but he doesn’t want to. Making you feel good pleases him, but he doesn’t want to sound so poetic so he chuckles. “Soon, little one, I need to clean you up properly,” he tells you and you jut your bottom lip out, pouting. He coos at you and you scrunch your nose up at the attention.

“But I’m all clean, Daddy!” you reason, reaching over to palm his hard cock through his jeans. Chris chokes on his saliva at the feeling of your touch. “In a bit, little one, you need to listen to Daddy. Okay?” he rasps with a warning in his voice. “Okay, Dada…” you trail off with a deep sigh punctuating your sentence. You fiddle with your fingers as Chris carefully cleans up your pussy.

The damp washcloth is gentle against your sensitive skin. Each movement of his is carried by gentleness and love. “I have a question, Daddy,” you hum after a few seconds of silence. “Go ahead, mushy one,” he says with a smile. You giggle at the nickname before calming yourself down. “Were you really wandering?” you bluntly ask him. Chris’s eyes nearly fall out of their sockets, and you gasp.

“What do you mean, little one?” he asks, looking up at you. “Well… You said you were a wanderer! And that’s how you found me! But you don’t seem like a wanderer, you’re too clever to be one,” you explain with a smile on your face. Chris begins to chew on the inside of his cheek, and the skin has already been filled with bite marks and scars. At this point, he should tell you, right? You already know the deepest, most darkest pieces and part of him.

You’ll love him no matter what.

“Well, I wasn’t wandering. You’re so smart, little one. The smartest baby in the world!” he cheers and moves to get up. He sits in the empty spot next to you and lifts you into his lap. You’re still naked and Chris has his shirt off (as usual), so the skin-on-skin contact has you feeling even sleepier. “Sometimes, we lie to protect people. I lied, to protect you, along with many other people. Myself included, of course,” he starts.

“I was sent here with the sole purpose of bringing in your criminal neighbour,” he pauses “and I did.” You nod along with his words, your mind only allowing the most important phrases to sink in. “I arrested him around a month ago, and I was supposed to leave three weeks ago,” he sadly sighs. You look up in a panic, and you’re in shock. “Two weeks ago, I turned in my resignation. I’m not going anywhere,” he quickly adds and your face lights up.

“I’m staying with my best girl, okay?” Chris smiles and leans in to kiss you. You let him do so because God-damn, you’d let him do anything he wants to you. “T- Thank you so much, Daddy!” you squeal and hug him tightly. He laughs in a beautiful cacophony of sounds, and it’s right in your ear.

Chris feels a weight being lifted off his shoulders as you writhe around in his arms. You wiggle around on his hard cock and Chris suppresses a groan. His hands trail from your shoulders to your waist, down to your hips. Goosebumps erupt on your skin and excitement runs in your veins at his touch. Your head rolls back and you exhale shakily. He grips your hips tightly, and you involuntarily buck your hips against his crotch.

Both you and Chris moan before he moves both his hands to your ass. He gropes you roughly, feeling a bit of your wetness on his fingers. “Oh, baby… What’s all that for? Hm? Didn’t Daddy just eat your sweet little pussy out?” he asks in a slightly worried tone. “Y- Yeah… But I can’t help it, Daddy, you always make me so tingly…” you admit to him, shyly.

“Mmm, I like knowing I do this to you. Gets me so fucking hard,” he groans, slapping your ass. You yelp in surprise, but it gets cut off by a whimper. Chris caresses the hit skin and soothes you down from the shock. He smiles at you and then lands another hit. Then another, and then another.

The sting is addictive, just like he is. It leaves you writhing in both pain and pleasure and yet you still want more. “M- more, please,” you quietly beg and Chris coos at you as if you're a pet. And the truth isn’t far off. The coolness of his rings is both brutal and comforting. It soothes you yet acts as if they didn’t just hurt you. “You want more, baby?” he asks in that sweet yet sultry condescending tone of his.

You nod your head and chew on your bottom lip. “‘S too bad you’re gonna have to take what I give you and keep quiet, baby,” he husks, and you whine loudly. Chris flips your bodies around and suddenly you’re on your back, and he’s leaning over you. He locks lips with you and you try your hardest to keep up with the kiss.

His lips move sloppily against yours, but you don’t mind because you’ll take anything he gives you. You moan into true kiss and Chris wedges his knee between your legs. You’d hump him like a bunny because that’s what the demon on your shoulder is telling you to do. But the last time you did something without his permission, you weren’t allowed to make him come for a week.

You just know you’re soaking his jeans but neither of you cares. Chris kisses the corner of your mouth and trails down to your neck, peppering kisses behind as if he’s leaving a trail on your body for when he’s going to explore you later. The stubble on his cheeks and jaw tickles you and Chris falls even more in love with you as your laughter fills the air.

“D- Dada…” you whisper to him as you tilt your head back. His lips land on that sweet spot of yours and your back arches off the couch. Chris smiles against your skin and begins to suck on that sweet spot. Your breath hitches as he bites, licks and sucks on your skin. He marks you up like no other, and you know how much he loves to know that you’re all his.

“Dada… No teasing, please,” you sweetly ask in your soft tone. And how can he turn you down? “In a bit, little girl, be patient for Daddy.” Chris continues to mark you up until he’s satisfied. The feeling of his teeth against your neck and collar bones makes you even wetter than you already are. Possessiveness is carried in his movements, and it only drives you to be needier.

Chris moves further down from your collar bones to the valley of your breasts. Each curve of yours makes him want to sin without any repentance afterwards. He places a kiss there and then looks up at you. “Please, Daddy,” you whisper so quietly it takes him a few seconds to realize what you’ve said. Chris’s hand wraps around your body to your back.

He slowly unclasps your bralette and drags it away from your body at the same pace. You both maintain eye contact all whilst he undresses you to your vulnerability. Chris throws your bra somewhere behind him and places his hands on your body. “Aw, baby… You’re so cute and small,” he sweetly says in an almost shocking manner. Almost as if he doesn't use the size difference as a weapon to make you all soft and mushy.

“Hm, thank you, Daddy,” you tell him because good girls always have manners. “So good, using your manners for Daddy,” he praises, and you wonder if he can read your mind. Your Daddy can do anything, so it would be no surprise if he can. Chris sits upon his knees, but he remains in his towering position. Gently, and with care, he spreads your legs open until he’s satisfied.

He watches as you clench your needy pussy. He just knows your clit is throbbing, and you’re tingly because he just has that effect on you. “Poor baby… Is this all for Daddy?” he asks, and you quickly nod. “Say it, tell me it’s all because of me,” he growls placing his hands on your thighs. Chris slowly moves his hands further down your thighs. His touch is gentle, and he can feel the goosebumps on your thighs beginning to raise.

“‘S all yours, daddy. It’s all because of you,” you tell him breathlessly. “And this pussy is all mine, isn’t it, little girl?” he asks, inching closer to your wet pussy. “Mhm, only yours, Daddy!” you happily assure him, and he smirks at you. “That’s right, little girl. And since it’s all mine, doesn’t that mean I can do whatever I want with it?” he questions, and you nod with no hesitance at all.

Chris traces your wet pussy with his ring-donned pointer finger. “Oh my…” you gasp at the feeling. It may not be much, but your sensitive little pussy struggles to handle it. You clench around nothing again, and he watches, before chuckling at you. “Such a pretty pussy you have, baby, I can’t fucking wait to ruin it,” Chris growls, and you whimper. “Gonna fill you up with my cum after I fuck you, little girl,” he promises, and you never wanted to be fucked so badly until now.

He wonders if his cock could even fit inside you. Usually, he’d want to eat you out and finger you to prepare you. But he’s now thinking with what’s between his legs, and not what’s between his ears. He trails that same pointer finger on your pussy, and becomes mesmerized with the sight. Chris watches as your hole drools with want and need, whilst you watch him.

His already dark eyes are blown out with lust, and it only turns you on even more. Chris knows you’re watching him. He’s not one of the best agents in the FBI for no reason. He looks up at you, and you lock eyes with each other. He smirks and pulls his hand away from your pussy. You hold back a whine, but you still pout in disappointment. Chris begins to unbuckle his pants, and you’re filled with eagerness.

You smile widely, and he coos. “Aw, you’re such a desperate little slut, it’s adorable,” he chuckles, and you shy away. He pulls down his jeans along with his boxers slowly. Chris takes off his jeans and boxers completely, and throws them somewhere around the house. You watch as his cock bounces up and leaks with pre-cum. You just know he’s aching because of how red his cock is.

He’s big, and you already know that. But seeing him in all his naked glory is just something else. The simple yet not so simple idea of Chris’s cock being inside of you is electrifying. It’s both terrifying and exciting. He grabs the base of his cock and the prickly hair pokes the soft skin of his hands, but he doesn’t care. His left hand goes back to your pussy, and begins to rub circles on your clit.

“Oh… Daddy,” you moan quietly. The pleasure is almost overwhelming, so you involuntarily try to shut your legs and keep Chris out. Your knees touch for a brief moment, and he’s having none of that. He separates your legs and climbs on top of you, all while staring you directly in the eyes. His cock drags against your inner thigh. “Oh, is it too much for you, little one?” he asks with faux pity in his tone. You nod and clench your fists to control yourself.

“Too fucking bad, you’re gonna take whatever I give you, and you’re not gonna complain. Isn’t that right, little girl?” he sneers, and you gasp. Usually, you can’t handle someone who raises their voice in the slightest. But hearing Chris do it makes the butterflies in your stomach fly. “Yes, Daddy,” you hum delightfully, and he smiles. “Good girl,” he praises. Chris presses harder on your sensitive pearl of nerves and rubs you in faster circles.

“Daddy…” You moan and it goes straight to his cock. He looks up at you and just knows you’re beginning to drive up that cliff. He slows down his ministrations on your nub, and you bite back a loud whine. “You’re so needy, baby… Already so close to coming, it’s kind of pathetic…” he trails off and more wetness leaks out of you. You’re absolutely soaked and are a little bit ashamed of it.

“Please, Daddy! I’m so close, I’ll do anything,” you beg, but he just doesn’t buy it. “You’ll already do anything I tell you, baby, begging is so useless,” Chris chortles. You let out a small huff and move your hips in a circle, grinding against his thumb. In a flash of blurry moments, Chris pulls his hand away from your pussy and wraps around your neck. He squeezes the sides of your throat, and you gasp quite loudly.

He raises his eyebrow in warning, and you nod in understanding. “Good girl, I don’t want to put you over my knee when I’m feeling so gracious,” he assures, and you smile. Chris brings the tip of his cock to your swollen, needy clit and his pre-cum begins to mix with your wetness. You both moan softly as he rubs his tip on your clit. Your bottom lip finds a home between your teeth and Chris’s tongue swipes over his.

The sight and feeling of his cock on your silky pussy make him so weak in the knees. “Fuck, baby, do you like that? You like it when Daddy makes you feel good with his cock?” Chris asks in a deep, gravelly voice. “Yeah, Daddy… love it so much…” you tell him through a mushy haze of pleasure.

“You’re getting all dumb and stupid already? You’re so cute, little one,” he purrs, and you giggle at his words even though there’s nothing funny about them. “Do you want my cock, little baby? Say it, tell Daddy you want his cock,” he urges, and you look down to where you’re both nearly connected.

“I wan’ your cock, Daddy. Want it so bad, I need it, Daddy,” you beg, and Chris hums. “Just a little more, little girl, it’s like music to my ears,” he smirks, and you bite your bottom lip. “Sing for me, hummingbird,” he pushes, and you just go with whatever your neediness tells you to do.

“I wanna feel your cock deep inside me, Daddy. I want your cum to fill me up until I’m leaking and all stupid. Please, Daddy, please fuck me. I really want your cock, I need it,” you beg and blood rushes to his face and cock. “Fuck, yeah, I’ll give you my fucking cock, and you better take it like the good girl you are,” he growls, and you whimper. Chris slowly drags the fat tip of his shaft down to your drooling, slutty hole.

You whimper loudly, and he looks back at you. Fear is written all over that pretty face of yours, and Chris knows the exact reason why. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll be gentle, okay? If you want to stop just say so, and I’ll listen. I won’t hurt you, darling. I promise,” he gently reassures you. You sigh with an almost heavy yet full heart.

You then nod and Chris thanks you for allowing him to fully make you his. “Wanna hold your hand, Dada… Please,” you ask pleasantly, and he nods. “In a bit, little girl, I just need to be careful,” he whispers. Chris slowly begins to push into your wet, tight cunt. You swallow him slowly, and the sight is mesmerizing.

The tightness of your cunt squeezes him in a strong hug, and he wishes he could be buried deep inside you for the rest of his life. “Fuck- Baby, you feeling so fucking good,” he moans while trying to compose himself. You’re still whimpering from the pain, and your chest is rising and falling at a fast pace.

“C- Can I push all the way in, little one? It’ll only hurt for a bit,” he asks, and he looks deep into your eyes. “Mhm… Wanna feel your cock deep inside me, Daddy, please,” you beg, and Chris tries his hardest not to come right here, right now. He thrusts his hips forward, and bottoms out inside you completely.

Your mouth falls open, and you’re silently screaming. The pain isn’t too much, but you feel as though the wind is being knocked out of you. Chris shifts a bit, and that’s when you start to feel it more. He’s so deep inside you, and he’s splitting you in two. “Breathe, baby, breathe,” he says.

You realize you’re holding your breath and it’s no wonder why your heart was beating out of your chest. “You’re doing so- so well, darling. Your little cunny looks so nice when it’s stuffed full with my cock,” he groans, and you whimper. “Dada, is hurtin’...” you whisper, and Chris wants to pull out because he can’t stand the thought of his little girl being hurt.

“Do you want me to stop, little one?” he asks, but you quickly shake your head in objection. Even though the pressure in your core is dwindling, and even though you feel a little too full, you don’t want him to stop. “No stopping, Daddy, please,” you whine and flail your arms towards him. He shushes you soothingly, and you calm down as soon as he flashes a stern look.

The pain soon burns away into nothing but dust and ash, and you finally see why he was so desperate to shove his cock inside of your cunt. It turns into pleasure and your pussy leaks around him. You’re soaking Chris’s cock with no shame at all. “Oh, fuck, baby… You feel so fucking good,” he moans, and you follow with a gasp. “I like the way y- you feel inside me, Daddy, makes me all tingly…” you admit shyly, and Chris chuckles.

“Yeah? Bet it makes you want to be fucked stupid, right, baby?” he questions with a playful smirk on his face. “Yes, Daddy,” you moan. You’re never aware of your surroundings because you’re too caught up in the moments. It’s something Chris scolds you for, but you never learn. But in this moment, you can feel everything. The veins on his cock throb against your silky walls, and you can feel his balls against your ass. His hot breath fans over you as Chris struggles to compose himself.

He slowly drags his hips backwards, pulling out of your pussy until his tip is the only thing in your cunt. The sudden almost-emptiness is surprising, but you quickly get used to it. Chris then pushes back into your pussy, and you moan loudly. “Fucking hell, little one,” he curses under his breath as he bottoms out again. He begins to fuck into you slowly and gently, careful to not hurt you. Even if he wants to fuck you until you’re crying.

The sound of skin on skin is quiet and almost unintelligible. The squelching sounds from your wet pussy and moans fill the room. Chris gently grips your hips and watches as your face contorts into a frown of pleasure and not pain. “Daddy…” you pant softly as you look up at Chris. “Yeah, baby? Am I hurting you?” he asks out of worry. “N-No, it feels so good…” you trail off as one particular thrust lands near your g-spot. And he knows that.

“Wan’ you to fuck me hard, wan’ you to destroy me, Daddy. Please fuck me like the slut I am…” you gently beg and Chris halts his thrusts. His cock twitches inside of you because of your words. Only he can corrupt an innocent angel such as yourself. “Shit- Little one, I don’t want to hurt you, that’s why I’m being so gentle,” Chris explains, but you shake your head. “You could never hurt me, Daddy. Please, I need you,” you beg for one last time, unaware of what you’ve done to him.

Chris roughly pushes his cock back into your cunt without warning. “Awe, I see. My little princess wants to be fucked like the whore she is, hm? Well, whatever princess wants, she gets,” he growls because beginning to fuck you roughly. You moan loudly at the feeling as with each thrust, his cock pummels against your sweet spot roughly. His pelvic bone rubs against your swollen clit and his grip on your hips tightens.

“Daddy!” you cry out as Chris pounds into your poor pussy. The room fills with moans, groans, curse words and wet sounds that all come from the art you two are making. “Aw, what’s wrong, little girl? Can’t take daddy’s cock anymore? Hm? Well, I don’t really give a fuck, you’re just gonna lie there, and take what I give you like a good fucking girl,” he sneers, and you push at his chest.

“It’s so sensitive!” you wail like a little bitch in heat. “But I bet you don’t want me to stop, do you?” Chris asks as a moan bleeds past his plump lips. “Uh-uh, please don’t stop, Daddy!” you squeal after a harsh thrust. The stretch of Chris’s cock is amazing, and you never want the feeling to stop. Chris’s hand leaves your hip and crawls all the way up to your neck. He wraps his fingers around your throat, and squeezes the sides, making you clench tightly around his big, thick cock.

He lowers his face to yours and watches as you react to the way he’s being rough with you. “Oh, God!” you cry out as he makes his thrusts more powerful. “Actually, it’s just ‘Daddy’, but I’m fine with that too,” he slyly smirks. You’re too fucked out to even laugh at his joke. Your eyes roll back into your skull and your back begins to arch off of the couch.  “Awe, are you gonna come around my big fat cock already, slut? How cute,” Chris mocks.

You nod your head and begin babbling like a baby. “But remember, little girl, I have to give you permission to come, okay?” he reminds you, and you whine. Chris’s hand around your throat moves up to grab your jaw, and he stops thrusting into you. “None of that is allowed. Don’t forget your place, little girl,” Chris warns with fury seething through his words. You mumble an apology, trying to formulate the proper words to speak.

“Seems like I really did fuck you stupid,” he chuckles, and you moan at his words. You clamp down on his cock, tempting him to do what you want, like a siren using her voice to lure men into the sea. “Open your mouth up first, little girl,” he orders, and you obediently listen. The searing arousal in your core begins to fade away, and you feel a panic beginning to rise inside you.

Chris drags his hand back down to your throat and rests it there. You watch as he puckers his lips up, and suddenly, he spits into your mouth. You open your mouth even wider and stretch your tongue out. His saliva lands directly on your tongue, and you wait for further instructions before you give in to your desires.

“Swallow it, little girl,” he instructs, and you do exactly so. You open your mouth back up just to earn some praise. “Good fucking girl. The best baby ever,” he smiles and presses a kiss to your forehead. “Thank you, Daddy! … Can I have cummies now?” you lovingly ask your Daddy.

“Of course, little one,” he says as he smiles down at you. Chris begins to fuck into you again, deep and hard. With each thrust, he pounds your g-spot and his balls slap against your ass. His remaining hand on your hip moves down to your clit, rubbing your little button with rough circles.

“Daddy… ‘m gonna come!” you moan loudly and Chris fucks you harder. “Come one, baby, come all over my big cock like the good girl you are,” he urges. The building feeling inside you increases, and you feel yourself getting closer to your release. “Fucking come, little girl, wanna hear you sing for me,” he growls. And with one specific thrust, you find yourself coming undone beneath him.

The sight is so fucking beautiful. Watching you as your eyes turn up, your mouth falls open and your cunt hugging his cock just gets him going, and he wishes he could take a picture of you right now. “D- Daddy! Oh, my-” You cut yourself off with a loud moan and Chris keeps on rubbing your clit and fucking you through your orgasm.

You soak his cock until it’s dripping and even then you’re still coming. You moan loudly and Chris can feel himself getting closer to his orgasm. His balls begin to tighten up and a droplet of sweat drips from his neck down to his chest. “Daddy, are you gonna come?” you sweetly ask as he fucks you through your orgasm whilst chasing his own.

“Yeah, baby, Daddy’s gonna fill you up with his cum. I’m gonna leave you leaking with my seed,” Chris growls as he fucks you faster. “Please, Daddy… Please, I want your cum so badly! Please fill me up with your cum, Daddy,” you beg and Chris tosses his head back.

“Fuck, yes, yes yes,” he shouts as his balls tighten up again. He quickens his pace until white, hot, thick ropes of cum spurts out from his aching tip. He fulfills his promise and your wish, filling you up with his cum until there’s nothing left. His cum mixes with your juices as he paints your walls with no expertise whatsoever. Chris slumps on top of your body, engulfing you in a bear hug as his cock remains buried inside of you.

You’re both panting and struggling to come down from the euphoric feelings. You look up at Chris make lock eyes with him for the nth time. There’ll never be a day where you don’t get lost in his eyes. They’re beautiful, absolutely beautiful. “You did so fucking good, little one,” he praises, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

“Thank you very, very much, Daddy,” you slur, feeling yourself beginning to sleep into little space. “Daddy?” you call out, tapping his bicep after a few seconds. “Yeah, baby?” he asks, lifting himself up to get a better view of your face. “Will you really stay?” you ask with a bit of worry in your voice. He sighs with a full heart.

“Always.”

[hansolmates]

shiver | 01 (m)

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summary; jungkook changed since he moved out of his small town church community and attended college. when he returns for a christmas mass, you suddenly crave a taste of his fun and carefree life. in exchange, jungkook craves a taste of you pairing; bad boy!jungkook x church girl!reader genre/warnings; childhood friends to lovers, brief childhood friends to enemies, fwb!au, catholic guilt, jungkook is a meanie who eventually turns into a soft tsundere, bicuriosity, sexual exploration, virgin!oc, eventual smut—in this installment: touching over the clothes, mc is hornee, *pulls out cards against humanity* “a gentle caress of the inner thigh”, panty kissin, mc is a big ol’ pushover and hopeful for jkk:(( w/c; 1.9k a/n; it’s here! aaaaaa!!! i’ve been really eally realllyyyyyy nervous to post this. even though this is just a drabble series  let me know how you feel about it! enjoy [shiver masterpost]

“Oh, you’re so dead.” 

Jeon Jungkook isn’t thaaaat buff, he's more of a skinny kind of muscular. You don’t understand the hype, why everyone croons over Jungkook’s strength and physique. However, how else could you explain Jungkook being able to climb the currently dilapidated fire escape to the top floor of the chapel. The ladder is rusted beyond repair and is definitely a fire hazard rather than a fire escape. Yet he barely breaks a sweat doing it, and he wipes the minor sheen off his brow with the back of his hand. There’s some soot and whatever nasty residue from the fire escape that gets on his face, a black streak marring his already annoying face. He’s currently wiggling his fingers in a sarcastic “hello.” It makes you sneer, your two consciousness (inappropriate and appropriate) warring against each other to determine whether you still find this man attractive or not. 

Convincing yourself that Jungkook is ugly is the worst quick-fix idea you’ve ever had. 

The words of your Aunties, the family friends in the church, echo in your ears. Jungkook’s bad. They’d say over and over. It would cause you to snort and giggle, unable to imagine what sort of things he’s done to warrant such a cliché label. Yet some of the girls your age, girls that have gone off to college agree with sultry looks and longing eyes that yes, Jungkook’s bad. So bad, it’s good. 

You haven’t a clue what he’s actually done to earn such a hushed title, his parents are lip-tight about his doings, unless it’s his achievements in the architecture graduate program. You hear things, though. Things that make you shamefully green with envy, envious of sin. 

As soon as he finds proper footing in the storage room, he goes to the closet, immediately finding his backup clothes. They’re plain white button-downs, awkward long shirts with no shape or definition to them. They belong to the church, and no one ever uses them because they’re stiff and itchy. Yet Jungkook wears them like it’s tailored, and you have to look away when he quickly knots the bottom half of the shirt, fashioning it into a tasteful double knot in order to cinch his lean waist.

“Pretty sure it was just you that saw me,” Jungkook says dismissively, “so it’s fine.” 

This bristles you the wrong way, and you put down the catering covers you were supposed to return to the storage room. You smooth out your Sunday dress, this shade of Boring Beige looking particularly pale in the morning sun. “How do you know I won’t tell?” you turn your nose up. 

“Because I know,” he doesn’t even look at you, focusing on rolling the sleeves of his shirt. You weaken when you see the black shadowing across his forearm. That’s new, then again you haven’t seen him since last Christmas.   

“Know what?” 

“That you have a crush on me,” Jungkook says into the air like it’s common knowledge, adjusting the leather jacket on top of his outfit so the white-startched collar pops on top, “I mean, it’s hard for anyone not to know. You’ve been into me since youth group, Bunny.”  

You hold your breath, counting to ten as you close the door behind you. A vision of you playing “Duck Duck Goose” as a five year old plays in your head, where you’d pick a bushy, big-eyed Jeon Jungkook each time, hopping over to him to pat his fluffy head so he’d chase you around. 

It’s old news, your puppy love for Jungkook. How could you not like him? He's clever and sweet with his mother and always told the best stories in youth group meetings.  Everyone thought your affections were so sweet, and while that attention weaned over time, your feelings have only increased the more self-aware you’ve become. 

With a mind as open and honest is yours, it’s hard to ignore how well Jungkook has grown. What has also grown is your curiosities since the two of you have moved onto university. Jungkook goes to the university uptown, a far drive which only forces him attend masses during the holidays. You attended the local community college, wrapping up a bachelors in some vague major that you’re not attached to. You’re currently looking around for some graduate schools, but unfortunately you’ve been so wrapped up doing duties for Pastor Nina that you haven’t been able to look around properly. 

Jungkook’s probably living a fun life, with the way he’s grown rough and loose, you resent him. 

When you turn back around, Jungkook’s right in front of you, trapping you between his body and the door.  

“Don’t be embarrassed, Bunny,” you furrow your brows, nearly growing cross-eyed when he leans in. “I think your crush is cute.” 

You’re not sure what he thinks of you. Sure, he considered everyone a friend when you two were in youth group, but that was youth group. Premeditated, parents forcing other children to do the same things with each other for years upon years in the hope they’ll practice together forever and ever. Jungkook did not want that, evident from the way he dipped his duties as soon as he got into university. 

You hate how easy he dips back into it though, calling you Bunny and making you feel like a little girl all over again. Bunny, because you’d hop around to him whenever he was in sight. Bunny, because Jungkook had been fondly compared to the wide-eyed, diamond-toothed creature. It was cute when you were five. Now, it’s just discomfiting. 

“Don’t call me that,” you bite, “and I don’t like you anymore.” 

“Sure you don’t,” he rolls his eyes, and you flinch when Jungkook’s hand rests on the curve of your waist, fingers slotting themselves between the pleats of your skirt. “That’s why you’re not moving away when I’m about to put my hand under your skirt. Because you don’t like me.” 

You press yourself further into the door, your skin hot and vibrating. So warm, you feel like you could melt through the door and escape from Jungkook’s gaze. Sure, the young ladies in the congregation talk. Maybe you’ve heard a story or two about Jungkook being seedy, a result of being repressed after years and years of stiff routines and expectations thrust upon him. You could care less about Jungkook’s sexual appetite, until this appetite has reached you. 

“Mm, you’re pretty,” Jungkook’s eyes roam your form, the daisy white blouse doing nothing to barricade Jungkook’s sudden interest in you, “you’ve never been touched like this, have you?” 

“I’ve touched myself like this,” you hiss in defense, and it’s more out of anger than in pleasure. You don’t need a man to comfort you, but Jungkook’s eyes sparkle in mirth at the new information. 

“That’s really sexy,” Jungkook slips down, roams his fingers down to your ankles and plays with the silver buckles of your Mary Janes. You shiver when his hands trail up up up to your knees, the swell of your thighs, and catch right under the elastic seam that holds your secrets together, “but I’ll have you know, it’s different when you have someone hold your pleasure in their hands.” 

You’re in the storage room of your church, fifteen minutes before the Christmas mass, with Jeon Jungkook’s head between your legs. Your skirt is long, and Jungkook doesn’t bother to ride it up your waist. 

It feels more forbidden that way, Jungkook hiding under the fabric of your skirt to get to your honeyed center, sneaking his way in with rough hands and soft touches.

“J-Jungkook,” you whimper, pressing your full spine against the wooden door, “we shouldn’t. N-not like this.”

What is wrong with you? Is it sheer curiosity? Do you just want to know what it finally, finally feels like? You should be pushing him away. There’s red lights flashing back and forth in your brain like sirens. Yet, do you really want to turn away the attention you’ve been aching for years? 

You imagined your first time to be relatively special. The bare minimum, a bed, a talk, and a partner you’re mutually committed to. None of those things are met. Now you understand why all the young women in church whisper about sex like this. It’s a spur of the moment, it’s an unbridled pleasure you don’t want to stop, no matter how forbidden and sinful the act is.  

“How else then?” you feel his deep voice straight through your panties, his lips whispering between the pink cotton like he’s sinking liquid heat into your skin. “I can’t sink my fingers into your sweet cunt during the candle lighting. Or when we open presents with the family after. That would be inappropriate.” 

Your replies come out in breaths, puffs of air that conceal the moans you so badly want to let out as Jungkook pokes and rubs at you. He does nothing beyond the cotton fabric, only slides two fingers up and down your slit as he gathers the arousal between his digits. 

“So wet already, that’s so sexy,” he’s kissing your core, and you sigh fretfully at the pleasure that feels so close yet so far away. 

“P-please, Jungkook…” 

“Please what?” Jungkook teases, fingers slipping back and forth between the elastic of your underwear, “please stop? Please touch me? Please fuck me?” 

The church bell answers that, and Jungkook’s nose knocks right into your bud at the sudden intrusion. You yelp at the jarring stimulation, pulling him from under your skirts as the loud noise echoes in the room. Both of you wince at the pain, the moment interjected. 

“You first,” Jungkook casually opens the door for you, as if he didn’t have you ten seconds away from begging him to make you come. 

You don’t even look at him as you dash away, not bothering to take the elevator in favor of running off the heat. Two minutes before the procession. The church is packed to the brim, only the back seats left. Your family probably gave up on waiting for you up in the front. As you sit down in the corner, you’re momentarily distracted by the beauty of a decorated church on Christmas. Even though you’re part of the decorating committee and commanded most of the design, seeing the stained glass lit up with fairy lights and the poinsettia plants blooming burgundy on the altar, you’re impressed. 

“There’s a draft here, you must be cold.” Jungkook talks to you so politely, a perfect picture of a gentleman as he drapes his leather jacket over your lap. He speaks as if it’s a pleasant surprise, a childhood friend he hasn’t seen in nearly a year. 

You can’t tell him to move when people are watching and Jungkook is seconds from interrupting the procession, so you reluctantly scoot over so he can sit next to you. His scent overwhelms you even more now that you’ll have to sit next to him for a whole hour, lavender and vanilla overtaking your pew. 

The jacket is heavy and heady on your lap, and you force yourself to stare straight ahead. Jungkook cannot weaken you like this, not anymore. 

Thirty minutes later, his fingers are hovering at the start of the homily, caressing your thighs under the jacket with his big hands. A draft? Please. You clamp your thighs together, knocking your knees and hoping they’d lock together for the rest of the mass. Jungkook’s a master key, easily parting his way as if your muscles are pure jelly. You turn your head sharply, glaring at him with all the fire in the world. 

“Careful,” Jungkook mouths, eyes flickering to the symbol atop the podium, “he’s watching.” 

His fingers finally brush the damp blush cotton of your panties, and you shudder. 

[thotsforvillainrights]

Hello there, gorgeous. I got an ask, but im not sure how fo word it. Lemme try like this:basically, how would the shie hassaikati (and the lov if you dont mind) react to having an s/o that has a mist quirk? Let me explain: they have a normal apperance and also the mist form. When they are in this mist form, they are pretty mutch indestructible, bullets pass through them, knifes pass through, yada yada. They turn completely whitr(i mean paper white), hairstyle depends on whos reading, it can stay the same, turn fluffy bc of all the steam.... They can also make a multitude of surprisingly sturdy weapons from the mist, pass through the vents or small gaps, change things on their bodies, small or big butt for exampl, and can immaculetly( how tf do u spell this wtf-) clean anything, and i mean anything and anyone. I wanna add something for the personality, but i know you preffer zo keep it open so, none of that. Im pretty sure thats it, as always, love your posts and work! 🧸❤️ ( ps, seems like skeptic is stealing the spotlight from Overhaul on your site, in fact all of the liberation army is stealing the light from by beloved bird bois)

(Little late on my asks so sorry about it! The past days have been busy actually haha! This seems like such a fun quirk to have! Also...you're right. Skeptic brainrot is violently taking over and poor Overhaul is suffering lmao)

~S/O with a Mist Quirk~

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up

~Shie Hassaikai~

-Pops: Compliments your quirk very often. To him, he's rather interested in the quirk. It's rare (as he would day) that he gets to observe a quirk such as yours in society these days. He does request of you one thing and that's to not use it to change yourself too often. He loves you as you are. He doesn't think a single body part needs to be changed.

-Overhaul: You're quirk is cool and all but it's still a curse at the end of the day. He asks you if you want it to be taken away from you with the drugs. He gives you an option since he loves you after all. He'd fallen in love with you for who you are and not your quirk. The BIG benefit is your ability to clean anyone and anything as well as you can. He's going to want to use that to it's fullest extent:)

-Chronostasis: "Pretty damn cool..." He mumbles to himself the first time he sees you using it. He likes watching you use it no matter how or when you do. Honestly I think he stares at you with this dumb in love look on his face ever single time he gets a chance to do so. Next time you see him staring, try giving him a little show. I promise you he'll appreciate it!

-Mimic: The first you use it in front of him he kinda just stands there with his jaw open. The energy you put off gives him 'quirkless' vibes. Then again he should've expected something was up with the way your chest size changed so often. He started to think to himself about your abilities when he realized the way you were mixing things up one day with yourself. Maybe a dream of some sort then? Nope...nope yeah, they just made a weapon. Okay yeah, definitely not quirkless.

-Nemoto: Something about him just makes him the gentle but annoying protective type. Even after seeing what all your quirk could do, he's still worried about you possibly getting hurt out there in the streets. The mist aspect makes him correlate it to softness like cotton. Therefore his brain has made the connection that you must be easily harmed (despite the invincibility trait). Let the man worry too much and it'll seep over into your daily conversations. Is there any way to make him see you're just fine and fully capable?

-Deidoro: To be honest, his opinion of you wouldn't be any different no matter what kind of quirk you've got. Sure he thinks it's cool and yeah he especially likes the body part aspect of it, but at the end of the day he only cares about what you've got inside. He's never felt this way about anyone ever before so make sure you remember that every time you catch him pissing you off around the house (which is bound to happen when you date him).

-Rappa: Indestructible you say??? FIGHT ME!!!! You already knew it was coming when you let it slip around him that you were less than harm able. Your options are to now either fight the man or try and avoid him until he gets board and stops asking. What you didn't plan on was the fact that he NEVER seemed to get bored of challenging you. The other thing you didn't plan on was him clumsily asking you on a date out of the clear blue one day. At first you thought it was a trap to try and get you into a battle with him so you turned it down. Day by day 'fight me' was slowly turning into 'date me'. Eventually you're going to have to make a decision.

-Tengai: It's annoying if you two get into it with each other. Like Nemoto, he can tend to be overprotective no matter what you say your quirk is. Arguments aren't loud shouting between you two but they're nerve wracking. You can't even try to mist and escape somewhere since he just put his shield up and forces you to stay right where you are and listen to his lectures. Aside from this, you know he means well by annoying you. He just doesn't want to run the risk of the wrong people getting their hands on you when you're the most vulnerable if it were to ever come about.

-Hojo: Relates to you on a small level of some sort. I mean about the production of stuff. His quirk only of course gives way to crystals but you can do so much more. He likes watching you create so many different weapons. He admires the durability of each thing you make. Then again, I think he just seems to like everything about you really. No need to feel like you're out of place when it comes to him. 10/10 best boyfriend for a misty person (or any person really)

-Tabe: Amazed by your quirk and amazed every time you use it. It doesn't matter how, why, what, or when you use it. Tabe is always staring at you with these wide entranced eyes of his, waiting to see what your next move will be. Maybe its a warm feeling knowing someone thinks you're just so amazing to them. having someone see you as a star or something in their eyes. Spoiler alert: he's still look at you the same way even if you were quirkless. He's in love with all that you are. That's a promise.

-Setsuno: Likely falls for you when he watches you handle a stealthy mission better than his little group could ever do. Seriously, you killed it. You used your quirk to extract gentle information real easy. In and out in a snap! The origial plan was to have Hojo kick the enemy door down and to have a violent shootout lasting at least 5 minutes. Thanks to you, the work day has been cut short. He probably struggles for a while with good ideas about asking you out before he finally settles on a cute greeting card with a cloud on front. He poured himself out on the pages so I'd hate to see what he'd feel like if you turned it down.

-Katsukame: The body part thing...he's taking full advantage of that. You've got to reconsider this whole thing if you're not okay with it. You knew he was touchy feely when you started to date. He often finds himself trying to map out your body with his hands when he's in a certain type of mood. It's not always sexy though. Sometimes he just absentmindedly rubs your back and holds either of your hands. It's like he has to be touching you at all times (except full mist form). Maybe he's into physical touch as a love language or something?

~The League of Villains (because you asked!)~

-Shigaraki: Mist form indestructible you say? Can he use this to his advantage? He just wants your time really. He wants to be held by you. he wants you to tell him how much he means to you while you stroke his hair or rub small circles into his back. He wants all that sappy stuff from you so hand it over asap. It's a demand of his so you'll need to meet it soon or else he'll get pissy with you.

-Dabi: "Soooo...how big can you make it?" You stare at him deadpanned while he gives you that shit-eating grin. Half of him is seriously asking but the other half is genuinely curious about your quirk. How does all of it work? Is it immune to his ability? What are the shortcomings? What are your range of weapons you can make? So on and whatnot. It's rare he's ever asked you to delve into something so passionately so don't disappoint. Having a long chat with him might get him to open up about his own quirk because after all, there's more to it than just the fire itself. There's the history behind it too. Opening up to someone for once might do him some good.

-Muscular: Much like Rappa, your going to get offers to spar with him often. He just wants to see how indestructible you really are when it comes to battle with someone like him. He might also be trying to impress you silently with his strength as well. Either way, there's no getting out of it with this asshole. The only way to show him what you're made of (and to get him to stop annoying you) would be to go toe to toe with him. Too bad he got his ass beat by you and now has to listen to the others talk shit about him for the next week and a half. Instead of trying to beat you up by surprise he just lets it slide. "Lucky yeah that's it. Y/N just got lucky is all." Who is he trying to convince? You or himself lol.

-Compress: Wow, a partner like you would've come in handy when he was an entertainer. Can you imagine the crazy kinda shit you two could pull with your quirks combined? Forget being a villain! This man would've made it as a magician/illusionist with you by his side lol. He tells you everyday how amazing your quirk is, and how amazing you are as well. He's a real sap for you so he'll say stupid sappy things that can cause those around you ton cringe. Stupid stuff like "You've misted into my heart my love, and fogged up the glass walls tucked away in my mind. My how you drive me mad, my dear". The others just kinda groan and turn the other way.

-Kurogiri: Out of everyone from both organizations, you'd be the best fit for this man. No need to go into detail about anything because he already knows. He's sat and watched you, observing the ins and outs of your ability. The others will surely joke about how well you two fit and about how you're basically meant for each other. Kurogiri may have gotten flustered for the first time in his entire life after this but can you blame him?

-Magne: Is ridiculously proud of you and your quirk. Maybe is a little shit for bragging about you to everyone around her 24/7. She is no stranger to doing this and has done it on multiple occasions. "Hey we could've really used Y/N at our last fight because they can make an axe out of nowhere. Crazy right? Yeah, Y/N is just impressive like that. What else can I say about my baby after all? Not only are they powerful but also perfect. Blah blah blah-" I mean she's very much into you so the others are gonna hear about it too. Poor them lol

-Twice: "Well can you change your nose? What about your ears? If you fart can you then turn yourself into full mist and mingle with that fart cloud? What about passing through stuff? Can you pass through all kinds of filters? Can you pass through the brita filter and figure out why the water pressure has been so low in the kitchen? What about the-" This man hasn't shut the fuck up yet. Don't be mad though! He's going through that thing right now where his mind is running a million miles an hour and he can't seem to catch a break. You're sure he'll be up tonight doing God knows what until 4 a.m. rolls around. For now, just grin and bear it. Fill him in on your quirk no matter how silly his question may seem. In return for your kindness, maybe he'll shower you with kisses later.

-Moonfish: Has a weird obsession with trying to smell you in any/all forms. Thinks about whether or not he could inhale your entire being in mist form, or whether he can trap you in a glass jar or something. Thinks about your weapons and whether or not they last long enough in battle. He's got a lot on his mind so be patient with him. He's amazed by your quirk. He's also very much in love with you with each passing day. Begins to wonder if you can change the body parts then have you drifted into his chest and enlarged his heart? Why is it beating so wildly when you're near then? Gets lost in his own thoughts.