#so i'll always be here wishing i could get that among other things

[zaczenemiji]

Hi! Just saw your request are open. I thought it would be a great to request a OS of Kenji Sato x Fem! Reader.

I got inspired by that song of "Too Sweet" from Hozier and I got the idea of how good is Reader with Emi, (since she knows he's Ultraman and also raises a baby Kaiju alone) such a Sunshine, even Emi sees her as a new maternal figure, he thinks she's too sweet, getting the idea of having kids with her but having the thought she deserves better.

But she thinks on the contrary, he's such a bad boy with a good heart. If you wanna add more things, it's up to you. I'll leave it to your imagination. Take your time and no need to rush. Take care.

Too Good, Too True

Kenji Sato x Reader

Word Count: 1,456

Genre/Warnings: Established Relationship, Found Family

Author’s Note: Particularly in love with this one, and Too Sweet plays rent-free in my head.

MASTERLIST

You know everything about Kenji: his past—the reason he’s distant from his dad, his secret—that he’s Ultraman, and his love child the 20-foot-tall kaiju baby in his basement.

You guys have been together for a long while now, even before everyone knew him as Ken Sato, the baseball star—the one whose name dominates the headlines.

With millions of adoring fans, you’re grateful you still have a place in his life. At first, there was a looming thought at the back of your head that tells you how easily replaceable you are.

No matter how you repress the thought, the fact remains that it is true. Who are you when compared to Kenji? You weren’t a model, an icon, a singer, or the daughter of a CEO—like all the other women waiting in line for him.

You were just… you. Simply (y/n) in her soft pastel and floral dresses. You don’t own a lot either, just a flower shop in LA. Your favorite hobby is tending to your garden where you grew the flowers that you sold.

All of your issues regarding this have long been resolved since Kenji has always been quick to reassure you of his love. That to him, everything and anyone else pails in comparison to you. He wishes you knew your impact on his life.

You have always been his breath of fresh air. It started at college during his baseball trainings, he’d wait for a certain girl to pass by. His eyes were always quick to find you among your group of friends.

On his games, you were his number one cheerleader. Your friends and his teammates were always so surprised to see the quiet dainty girl that you were yelling and cheering for his name.

Back when his mom was around, you got along with her so well. Kenji would find you and his mom in their kitchen baking cakes and making cute little pastries.

His mom loved having you around. You were always welcome at his house. When she found out that you were an international student who flew to LA alone and lived in a dorm, she almost wanted to adopt you.

But ain’t no way Kenji wanted to be just a brother in your life.

Many things have changed since then. In becoming a baseball star, half of his life was no longer private. In becoming Ultraman, his responsibilities were no longer limited to that of his career and personal life. And in becoming a daddy to a kaiju baby, he realized you deserve better.

You came over to his house every day to visit Emi. He admired your patience with her and how you were always a ray of sunshine to everyone, including a kaiju. And you’re not afraid of playing with her even if she could literally crush you out of nowhere.

You’d come over with fresh flowers picked from your parents’ garden. You’d make big flower crowns just for Emi and smaller ones for yourself and Mina.

Today was a particularly rough day as Kenji got home from a game. You wanted to accompany him today but he insisted for you to watch over Emi. He has been feeling like shit lately, not knowing what to do with Emi and his declining performance in his games.

Upon passing by the kitchen table, he sees a can of his favorite fizzy drink. Under it, a note. He lifted the can and read, “left this up here so mina won’t see (｡- .•)”

For the first time that day, he smiled. You’ve always told him how lucky you thought you were for being with someone as great as him. But the truth is, it’s the other way around.

In one go, he finished his drink so he could immediately head down to see you. You and Mina were too busy playing with Emi to notice him. He stayed at the lounge where he could see you from the other side of the glass.

There you were, beautiful, with flowers adorning your hair. You looked so pure and innocent. Your gentle demeanor had always put him at ease.

Your expressive eyes looked up at Emi in an attempt to communicate beyond words. Kenji loved your eyes. They were always filled with warmth and kindness but when you look at him, all he sees is love.

On the contrary, there’s him. He and his troubled past.

He is distant from his dad, wanting little to no connection with him. If it wasn’t for his mom, he wouldn’t have returned to Japan.

You weren’t like that. You had a good relationship with your parents. You deserve someone who could give you and your future children the same kind of environment you grew up in—peaceful and without the fear of the possibility that one day, your husband might not come home.

He worries he’d be like his dad, absent. He is Ultraman now. His duties would one day require him to be away, sometimes without notice and for extended periods. You deserve someone who can be there for you consistently.

He is constantly under the scrutiny of the public eye, both as Ultraman and the baseball star that he is. And the public is not often gentle. You deserve a private and peaceful life, away from the criticisms of society.

Kenji loves you dearly, he really does. But oftentimes, he thinks he’s not the best person for you. He thinks you deserve someone who can offer you a simpler and safer life.

Too deep in his thoughts, he failed to notice you enter the room. The kiss you gave on his cheek pulled him back to reality.

“Tough day?” You asked, sitting beside him on the couch.

“Yeah,” he nodded. “But I’m okay now. You’re here now.” He turned to look at you, his rest.

“Would you like to talk about your day?” You asked, reaching out to brush strands of his hair away from his face.

He shook his head. “I’d like to hear about yours first.”

You smiled, excited to tell him what you planned on doing. Since he’s staying here in Japan for good, you thought you would too. The flower shop in LA would be left in a good friend’s care. And here, you thought of working as a kindergarten teacher. You had doubts before but after being able to take care of Emi and enjoying it, you were now sure that this is the kind of job for you.

Kenji’s expression shifted upon knowing this. A shadow of doubt crossed his face. “What’s wrong?” you asked. “Do you not approve?”

“You deserve better,” he said, eyes falling downward before turning away to lean properly on the couch.

Confused, you leaned back as well. “Better job?” You asked. “Kenji, I think this is the bes—“

“Better than a guy who’s got a kaiju baby to take care of and a past, present, and future that’s complicated,” he continued his earlier statement, cutting you mid-sentence.

You were shocked. You never expected him to feel this way. You felt bad because for every time he assured you of his love, you failed to realize that he needed reassurance too.

“Oh no, Kenji,” you said. You turned his face to look at you, cupping it with both of your hands. “You’re a good man.”

“I’m worried, (y/n),” he said softly. “I worry that I can’t give you the life you deserve.“

He wants to marry you, he truly does. He dreamed of having children with you, teaching them, watching them grow. And when all is done, living the rest of his life with you.

When he passes by jewelry stores, he always thinks of you. He’d get in, and browse their selection of rings, but thinking of how you’re too sweet for him holds him back from buying.

"You're the best man for me, Kenji. Not despite your past and your duties, but because of them. They've shaped you into the person I love,” you told him.

“You're a wonderful father to Emi. And if you ever wanted more—if you ever wanted us to be more,” you leaned in to press your forehead on his. “I know you'll be an amazing father because of how you love me every day.”

Kenji closed his eyes, leaning into your touch, the tension slowly leaving his body. "You really believe that?"

"Every word," you said softly. "You are my home, Kenji. As long as we're together, I'm not afraid of anything."

He opened his eyes, looking at you with a mixture of relief and gratitude. "Thank you, (y/n),” he said. “I don't know what I'd do without you."

"You'll never have to find out," you replied, pulling him into a tight embrace.

Taglist is open! Comment if u wanna be tagged on future Kenji oneshots

@flowerloves

[vetteltea]

Paint the Town Red | MV1

summary: when the biggest rumour of the season turns out to be true, how will it effect the bond between you and your best friend?

note: hello! I am alive, I promise. The past few weeks have been wild and I'm slowly returning to be with you all! This is also my first ever SMAU, so PLEASE be gentle with me!

F1 ✔

Liked by charles_leclerc, scuderiaferrari, sebastianvettel, and 704,201 others

F1: BREAKING: Y/N Y/L/N to join Scuderia Ferrari in 2024!

The race-winner from Alphatauri will end her current contract with the Red Bull family after a record-breaking two seasons together. Y/L/N is the first driver to win four consecutive sprint races as well as setting phenomenal wins in Monza and Silverstone

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landoleclerc: FINALLY! she's getting some good recognition and deserves this seat so SO MUCH!!!!!! 😭

scuderiaferrari: welcome home, Y/N ❤️🏎️

pitstopboxbox: I can't believe the rumours were true lmao, who agreed to this?

y/ntauri: @pitstopboxbox she's so much better than half the grid, she deserves this more than anyone else 🤷🏻‍♀️

alphataurif1 ✔

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alphatauri: After two seasons together, Scuderia Alphatauri and Y/N Y/L/N will be parting ways at the end of the 2023 season.

Y/N has always been a valuable and loved member of our team; as the first woman in Formula One racing to score points on the grid, we are more than proud of all we have achieved together. She will always be a loved and appreciated member of the Red Bull Family. We wish her every luck in her future at Scudeira Ferrari.

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redbullracing: thank you for everything, Y/N! 💙❤️

lechairalonso: you all never deserved her, we know what was said about her! Y/N TO FERRARI!!!!!!!!

scuderiaferrari: we'll take good care of our girl! ❤️

yourusername ✔

Liked by danielricciardo, gerihalliwell, carlossainz55 and 695,481 others.

yourusername: After an incredible two years and discussions with Franz Tost, Christian Horner and Adrian Newey, I have come to the decision to leave Scuderia Alphatauri at the end of the 2023 season.

Racing has and will always be an incredibly huge part of my life; I will forever be grateful for the opportunity given to me by Alphatauri and the passion and energy I have been able to put into one of the most important things in my life. Franz has been a leader and a legend, Yuki my best friend and the entire team here and back home are phenomenal.

Whilst I am sad to leave behind a legacy created, I am proud to take my next steps into the future as a Scuderia Ferrari driver. This has been a dream of mine ever since I was a child and I cannot wait to fufill the wish that my younger self desired for so long. I want to thank everyone for your love and support along the way and I hope to make you all proud.

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ynarmy: onward and upwards! we can't wait to see your NEXT adventure! 🏎❤️

yukitsunoda0511: I'll miss you forever, keeping your seat warm always! 🤍

redbullsupermax: ain't no way Y/N is winning anything now, this was her best bet as a woman lmao.

sainztsunoda: @redbullsupermax PLSSSS and ur PFP is literally a cheater lMAO 😂😭

f1gossip

Liked by landonorris, ynverstappenarmy, scuderiapapaya and 24,503 others.

f1gossip: Has the Y/L/N transfer to Ferrari caused issues already? Eagle-Eyed fans among the sport spotted that Three-Time World Champion, Max Verstappen, has UNFOLLOWED Y/N. 

The two have been known for having an incredibly strong relationship on the grid and Verstappen has mentioned to the press multiple times that he believes Y/N would be a suitable driver for Red Bull. The two have known one another since their racing in Formula 3. Has this move to Ferrari caused strain on this friendship?

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oconredflags: there's no way that something like this could split them up? they've been friends for SO long? 😭❤️

ferrarilover1655: nah I'm sorry, max is salty that she's moving onto better things. she has every right to be happy and he should be supporting her

vettellovers: @ferrarilover1655: she's literally moving to FERRARI. WORST MOVE EVER. 😂😂😭

astonalonso: LANDO IN THE LIKES BRUUUUUUH. 👀👀

scuderiaferrari ✔

Liked by charles_leclerc, yourusername, sebastianvettel and 849,204 others.

scuderiaferrari: The future is red. Say hello to the SF-24, designed and built in Maranello.

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raybans: we're painting the town red in 2024!

yourusername: 🏎️❤️

vettelschumacher: Y/N is going to be the greatest thing that's happened to this team in SO long

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sffanpage

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sffanpage: Charles Leclerc and Y/N Y/L/N at Maranello for the SF-24 Launch today! Y/N visited the museum before the official launch and the two were seen leaving the event at the same time after stopping to speak to fans!

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papayasainz: they look like they'll make SUCH a good team? They had so much banter during the launch I LOVE LOVE THE VIBE ❤️😭❤️😭

louisaferrari44: @papayasainz RIGHT? when Charles was welcoming her too and they were giggling when Fred came on, ICONIC 😅

ferrariofficialfanpages: we've need something fresh for so long and I'm so excited that this is happening 🤍❤️🏎

supermaxredbull: I give it 2 races and she'll be done lmao

yourusername ✔

Liked by scuderiaferrari, charles_leclerc, f1 and 703,402 others.

yourusername: The SF-24 is here and I am so excited! Such a beautiful car built by an incredible team. I hope I can do you all proud this year!

Thank you to everybody who came out to support the team; I feel so welcome and loved and I cannot wait to begin this season on a high! Forza Ferrari! ❤️🏎

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f1: we can't wait to see you on track in red!

ferrarifans16: SHE'S HERE! OH MY GOD SHE LOOKS SO GOOD AND I'M NOT READY!!!!!

charles_leclerc: welcome to the family! ❤️

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maranellomadness: Y/N IS ABOUT TO REVIVE US ARE WE ALL READY?????

charles_leclerc ✔

Liked by maxverstappen1, yourusername, landonorris and 894,402 others

charles_leclerc: SF-24 Launch was incredibleeeee 🤩

Thank you to all the fans and the love in Maranello today, I can't wait to get behind the wheel and bring us some memories and points. ❤️

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yourusername: forza charles! ❤️

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sffanpage: good luck this season Charles! we can't wait to see you bring home all the points!!

vettelalonso: CHARLES IN RED WILL ALWAYS BE MY ROMAN EMPIRE 😍😍😍

[strawberrypoundtown]

Orc x Halforc!Fem!Reader

You're the clanleaders mixed race eldest daughter. Your older brother has one of his friends watch over you as you start to get eyed by other males in the clan, only for you to eye the rugged brute in charge of protecting you.

(Part 2 here)

Contains: sexual tension, nudity, mentions of biting and scratching

Being the clanleaders eldest daughter was difficult enough, but being a half orc made your daily life annoying. Your mother was a very beautiful and brave woman, especially considering your father was one of the most feared warriors in the world before meeting her. After they had met, your father doted on your mother constantly, and still does to this day. He's still a terrifying warrior, he just doesn't go on raids as much anymore.

However, as you got older, you realized that your parents had painted a picture of your innocence for you that made finding a a partner difficult. You had always been one of the best warriors among everyone else around your age when you were growing up, but your parents always acted like you were the most fragile little thing. So what if you broke your arm a few months ago while on a hunt that got out of hand? You didn't need to have your weapons and armor confiscated.

You let out a deep sigh and rubbed your eyes, before your tent flaps are rudely ripped open, earning a groan out of you. You stubbornly rolled over in your bed and pulled the blankets over your head, not even looking at who might have stumbled into your tent.

"Go away idiot. Let me sleep." You groaned, closing your eyes as you assumed it was one of your many siblings coming to wake you up way too early. You hear the person clear their throat and your eyes shoot open. 'That's not one of my siblings'

"Grobur asked me to come and get you. He wants to talk to you." You're thrown off by the deep voice that haunts your dreams and your cheeks flush. Why did your brother have to send him everytime?

Gan. You have had a crush on him for years. Almost as long as you can remember. He was only a couple year older than you and your brother Grobur's best friend since childhood. He was always so stoic and calm around you, even when you were kids. He was the only person that seemed to actually treat you like you could take care of yourself, while still being protective over you. You loved how protective he would get with you at times, making sure the other men stayed in their place when they went too far with you during practice. Seeing him spar and beat the crap out of the person that tried to beat you put a strange thrilling twist in your stomach. Watching him fight with no armor and barely any clothes, seeing his sweaty green skin glistening in the sun. Each muscle rippling as you would think about how gently he hugs you for a big brute like him. You had to stop watching him so much when you caught yourself drooling one day.

"Today, princess." He grumbled with a hint of sass, breaking you out of your daydream. It was his nickanem for you. It was his way of teasing you. He loved calling you princess, but you always wish he would call you his princess. You grunted and pout as you sat up in bed, staring up at him as you held the blanket up to cover your body. You had picked a bad night to go to bed naked.

"How about you get out so I can put on some clothes? I don't think Grobur would appreciate you parading me around camp naked." You giggled teasingly. His eyes widened, his mouth slightly agape before quickly coughing to cover his embarrassment and turning around to avert his eyes completely and to prevent pitching a tent of his own. He kinda wished you would show him your gorgeous, bountiful breasts, but then he quickly shoved that thought to the back of his head so he could speak

"I-I'm so sorry. I didn't realize. I'll be waiting outside for you." He said softly before leaving your tent. You sighed softly as you got up, slipping into some random clothes quickly, trying to calm your blushing face by rubbing your cheeks. After brushing your hair, you exit your tent and walk up to Gan. God he was massive. He was the largest male in the clan. Your eyes wander down his body briefly, wondering how big his di-

"Are you ready?" He asks you, interrupting your thoughts as you look back up at his face. He wasn't looking at you, seemingly trying to avoid looking at you while he took a step and started to walk ahead. You smile to yourself a little. Maybe you made him flustered?

"O-oh, uh, yes! Let's go." You stammer as you jump to follow him, doing a light jog to keep pace with him.

As you walk around camp, you don't notice the longing and lustful glances many of the males your age get on their faces as you walk by. The rugged orc leading you was the only male you had your eye on.

However, Gan does notice them. It infuriates him to no end that you're subjected to being seen by other males as a plaything, a trophy. None of them deserved you in his opinion. He could tell that in other males eyes, they just saw lust for you.

Gan made sure to look as intimidating as possible as he walked through camp with you, the other males quickly looking away from you when they saw him. When you started getting looks year ago, he started volunteering to escort you wherever you needed to go, under the guise of being sent there by your brother to make sure you were safe. He didn't trust anyone else to guard you, but him. Not like you particularly needed it. Your frame may only come up to his pecs, but you still had orc-like strength. You were strong even when you two were growing up, often besting him in sparring matches when you were little until he got too big for you to pin down.

His mind wanders until he remembers how your hair and clothes would get tousled around when you two had your last sparring match a few months ago. He loved it when you looked so determined in battle, licking and bearing your short, sharp tusks as you tried to catch your breath. Seeing you all sweaty, breathing heavily because of him drove him crazy. Your body was strong, but soft to the touch. Your curves drove him nuts and the muscles under your softness were to die for. You were so soft to him that it was like you could bruise at any moment, but you never did. He could throw you around for what felt like hours and you'd leave with barely a scratch, while he was left with your scratch marks and bites all over his arms and shoulders. Your sharp little tusks had left a few scars bethind over the years. You liked to fight dirty, and he loved it. He'd never admit it tho. He had to let you get him in a hold so he could tap out when he had noticed himself getting a bit too excited.

As you approached the large dining hall tent, you heard your brother and your parents talking happily at the head table, along with the rest of your siblings. Your brother is seated next to his wife, a stunningly beautiful female orc that waves to you with one hand, the other on her swollen pregnant belly.

"(Y/n)! Good morning!" She cheerfully greets. Everyone else at the table smiles at you and welcomes you to sit at the table. You wonder what they're so chipper about.

"Good morning everyone." You say softly before yawning, rubbing the last of the sleep from your eyes as you stood next to Gan.

"We have some good news for you sweetie." Your mom says with a smile. "You know how we've been worried about you getting a mate? Well, we decided to pick someone to watch over you-"

"Mom, I can take care of myself. I don't need someone watching over me all the time." You cut her off, already not wanting to entertain the idea of having a personal babysitter.

"(Y/n), we just want someone to keep an eye on you so no one tries to hurt you. We know you can take care of yourself, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't have someone watching out for you." Your brother says before rolling his eyes, his wife harshly nudging him with her elbow, making him grunt and clutch his side.

"I don't understand why you're so worried about me all the time. I rarely ever see anyone try to look at me, let alone talk to me!" You threw your hands up in the air in frustration, having absolutely no idea that you were standing next to the reason why.

"I don't think you realize how some of the other males have been looking at you lately. You're more than old enough to find a mate now, so males are going to start trying to get your attention more. Some of them might end up getting dangerous..." your mother said softly, an empathetic look on her face as she looked at you. She knew this frustrated you, but she wanted to make sure you were protected if anything were to go wrong. You looked back into her eyes and sighed softly. You knew it was better to have protection than not, and you knew they all meant well.

"I understand. I just hope it's temporary." You say with a hopeful smile, and your father nods.

"It will be. We promise. Once you've found a mate, your guard will be dismissed." Your father states and you let out a sigh of relief.

"Who's the poor sucker that has to try and keep track of her?" Your 13 year old brother chuckled to himself before shoving more food into his mouth, earning a punch to his shoulder from your 16 year old sister.

"I will be." The voice next to you states in a low grumble, glancing at you briefly with what you could swear was a small smirk.

God damn it

[mosaickiwi]

Little "Love" Notes

Angel should really tell someone if they think somebody’s breaking in but instead they do… this? For some reason.

very good idea

14 Days With You is an 18+ Yandere Visual Novel. MINORS DNI

💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤

Quiet and quick as could be, [REDACTED] slowly opened your window by the fire escape. He climbed in carefully, a little astonished that you still weren’t bothering to lock it after all these months. Their boots hardly made a sound as he took practiced steps over the hardwood floor of your apartment and headed straight to the kitchen. He didn’t need to see to know which floorboards would creak or groan underfoot.

Just as they expected, the usual sight that had him even more excited to go on his now almost nightly break-ins was there to greet him. A handful of hastily scrawled, bright pink sticky notes were slapped across various surfaces.

At some point or another you'd gotten sick of things going missing. Sure, most of them turned up after a while—and always right where you thought you'd left them—but even still it annoyed you. So you started leaving silly messages for your supposed burglar. He chose to read them as love notes.

“Don't take anything in here you BITCH I'll be so mad!!” screamed one from its place on a kitchen cabinet. Your writing there was a little illegible from how fast you surely wrote it, but he found it endearing.

Another, on the side of some faded plastic-ware read, “I made these cookies for a friend but a lot of them came out wrong. You may have the burnt ones.”

“Give that ugly red shirt back it doesn't belong to me.” That was the last one he could find in the room for now, left on top of the counter next to the notepad and pen you always used.

As much as he wished to, the hacker usually didn’t respond for fear of confirming your needless worries. They'd never want to harm you like a real burglar. But he always followed the instructions when he could. And he could do some of those tonight.

Since you'd so nicely asked, he left the bottom cabinet alone. They already knew what you kept in there anyway. He wouldn’t tell a soul.

He took a few burnt cookies out of the container left on the counter—not enough that you'd notice. Some to eat once he left, and one to keep. It was another thing you offered up to him, after all. 

But the sorry excuse of a shirt that your (worst) childhood friend had left behind was long gone. [REDACTED] had already given it a much needed vacation to the bottom of Lake Bluemoss, along with some other items that Leon had dared to leave among your belongings.

With the notes in the kitchen mostly taken care of, he set off towards your laundry closet. Only to find the small sliding door in the hallway closed shut with a note of its own smack dab in the middle. 

“Please don't take my comfy clothes anymore :c I know you always give them back but it'll be getting cold soon!! You don’t want me freezing in the middle of the night, do you? Won't you forgive me? Pretty please? ♥ ♥”

Mind going a mile a minute, [REDACTED] had to read your beautiful handwriting again and again as if decoding a different language. Those tiny, black inked hearts at the end of the note were all he could understand in the moment. Your sweetly written, pleading love letter finally sunk in once he managed to shake away the haze you’d unknowingly swept him into.

This one was a risk that he was willing to take. Of course they wanted you to be comfortable. He gently peeled the note off so it wouldn’t tear, and folded it away to tuck into his jeans.

Then, the dark haired man began to tug his favorite hoodie up and over his shoulders.

💜🖤💜🖤💜🖤

You lazily pulled the folding door open in search of a blanket. It was just a little bit colder for some reason when you woke up this morning, so you needed something to keep you cozy while you waited for Violet to come over later that afternoon. You reached up to the middle shelf where you normally kept extra blankets, but something just below it caught your eye.

A huge, black hoodie sat folded on top of the pile of clean towels you forgot to take care of days ago.

You didn't recognize it, but it had to belong to one of your friends, right? They all formed a habit of leaving stuff with you once you moved back to town. Jae still hadn’t picked up the roller skates he got for Maple—they were only used the one time.

Ignoring the blanket you meant to grab, you picked up the hoodie and slipped it on. The giant thing practically swallowed you, sleeves enveloping your hands and the hem falling well past your hips. The garish horror design that decorated its front didn't seem to be anything your friends were into, either.

But it was warmer than you thought possible. Plus, it smelled nice, like cherries and a little familiar comfort of something you couldn't place. Whoever it belonged to surely wouldn't mind if you kept it for a while.

You didn't bother to spare it another thought and hurried off to check the kitchen. Hopefully the cookies you'd painstakingly baked yesterday were still there.

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Could you make a proposal with Dehya, Yae Miko, Candence, Navia and Lisa entering the room with your S/O changing clothes? Like, like they wear clothes that don't show off their body and make it look weak, only for them to have a very muscular body.

(Genshin Impact) Dehya, Yae, Candace, Navia, and Lisa walking into their S/O changing clothes

I'm not muscular at all, but my arms are weirdly strong looking thanks to moving a lot of boxes. My clothes make me look like an absolute stick, though.

Dehya opened the door and saw S/O in the middle of removing their shirt.

(Dehya) "Oops. Sorry, didn't know you were in here."

If they were shy or startled, she would not hesitate to give them space and close the door behind her.

But if they didn't mind, she would at least take a moment to see what they looked like.

Their shirt did a good job concealing of how toned their body actually was. Truthfully, she thought they would have almost nothing on them.

(Dehya) "Jeez, how were you able to hide that from me the entire time?"

She certainly appreciates how strong S/O seemed. It wasn't a bad view either.

Yae opens the door pretty much without warning, and simply smiling as she saw S/O changing clothes.

She leans against the door and watches. Yae doesn't budge, regardless if they were shy or not.

(Yae) "My, there's quite nothing left to the imagination now. I will also say, you're better built than I had presumed you'd be."

Her smirk seems to grow at that comment, her eyes taking in the muscles they were hiding.

Now that she knew they were strong, she'd probably have S/O carry a lot of things for her.

There was no excuse, S/O was strong and that meant they could take the labor!

...Among other things.

Candace knew S/O was strong, you had to be if you wanted to survive long in the desert.

What she didn't expect underneath their shirt was for them to be nearly as strong as her.

Candace had accidentally walked into their room too fast as they were changing.

After admiring the view for a few seconds, she has a faint blush to her cheeks as she respectfully turns away.

Regardless of their personality, she doesn't wish to snoop on them, and closes the door just as quickly.

(Candace) "Apologies, I'll come back in when you're finished."

She definitely wants to know where they got their muscles from, since the clothes they wore really only displayed their arms and nothing else.

Navia almost yelps the moment she opens the door to the bathroom and saw that they were changing.

S/O was only changing their shirt, which was both a relief and slightly disappointing to Navia.

But then she realized that, dang, S/O was ripped.

The clothes they normally wore did indicate they were at all!

(Navia) "W-Wow...You look great! AHEM! L-Let me know when you're done!"

If her S/O was on the shyer side, she'd quickly blurt out an apology, while still staring at them for a few more seconds.

She shuts the door and hides her face with her hat.

It wasn't a sight that was going to leave her mind anytime soon.

Not that it was entirely a problem.

Lisa hums in approval of the sight of S/O changing clothes.

(Lisa) "Looking good as always, darling.~"

She is particularly amused if her S/O would get flustered by her coming in, but she has no strong reaction.

Other than eyeing them up and down with a smile.

Lisa wished that S/O had told her sooner that they were so strong. It would have made moving some books in the library far easier.

But hey, now she knew for future reference!

Plus, it'd be an excuse to watch them in action. But she could probably think of better ways to see them without their shirt on than just work.

[thee-horny-thicky]

Loved the last ask you answerd, so I wanted to request "Upper moons (plus rengoku) With they're dynamic, like what type ofsub anddom dynamic do they follow, Service top, harsh dom, strict dom, soft dom, bratty sub,pillow princess sub ect

The Upper Moons’ *Plus Rengoku* Dom/Sub Dynamic

Just to be safe, I'll put a trigger warning here, as some of the scenarios for these headcanons have dubious consent.

Let’s get the outlier out of the way, Rengoku. He screams white knight dom. Loyalty is a value everyone in his life must have, and he will position himself as your protector, even if you can defend yourself. He’s the epitome of the knight in shining armor, ready to rush into battle and defend any damsel in distress. He will always act when something is wrong, even if it means putting himself in harm’s way.

He isn't the type of dom who will have a lot of sex. He prefers quality over quantity, and the most intimate experience is his favorite. However, if you're feeling particularly needy, he'll make an exception to satisfy your needs. He can’t have his princess be unhappy, after all.

Though he’s capable of meeting you halfway, Rengoku also values control, perhaps to a toxic degree. He likes taking charge and making decisions, even if he hides it well. This combined with his worry about your well-being can make him possessive and annoyingly domineering. He will want to be involved in every aspect of your life, even if he doesn’t need to know. The best you can hope for is a compromise that'd put his mind at ease, without your wish being denied.

  Do you want to do some shopping while he's out? Fine, but you're taking some Kakushi with you, and he's personally picking which ones.

However, his hardheadedness can lead to some friction. And when you aren't feeling so civil, an argument can be sparked. In that case, you're in trouble. No matter how valid your case is, expect a punishment.

Rengoku's punishments range from denying your requests to taking away privileges. He's a master of discipline and has many ways to make sure you'll learn your lessons. The princess treatment you've become accustomed to will cease, because how else would you ever learn? You can expect a spanking, withholding sex, or a night of chores, among other things. So be on your best behavior, or he'll make sure you regret it!

But despite his overbearingness, Rengoku is aware of your needs and desires and will make it his mission to fulfill them. He may be frustratingly stubborn, but you will be treated like royalty, never wanting anything, and always being protected.

Moving onto the Upper Moons.

Gyutaro just screams brat tamer. The years of abuse he’s endured resulted in him developing an inferiority complex, one that plagues him even into demonhood. Except as a demon, he could take what he wanted, and (almost) no human could stop him.

When it comes to women, he lives for bringing a bitch down a few pegs.

When you, a little haughty whore, started working at the brothel and dared to disrespect his sister, he jumped at the opportunity to teach you a lesson. He’ll shut your bratty mouth up with his dick, forcing his length down your throat until your nose is buried in his pubes. Only when he shoots his load will he let you go. But that doesn’t mean he’s done with you. No, you’ll be his plaything until he’s done something about that snotty attitude. He’ll take his time breaking you, and once he’s accomplished his goal, he’ll own you.

If he chooses to dispose of you, he’ll hunt for his next brat to tame. But if he chooses to keep you, the relationship will transfer into more of a master/slave dynamic. Your body, your will, everything about you would be his, and that’s how he likes it. He wants you to be dependent, for him to be the only thing you can rely on.

Soon, the sound of your teary begs become Gyutaro’s favorite sound, and he’ll go to great lengths to hear it.

He enjoys inflicting pain, though hurting you is a means to earn your submission when you get out of line, not his end goal. However, he can’t get enough of watching your face contort in the middle of his fun, be it a punishment, or forcing orgasms out of you. He will push you past your limits until you’re a whimpering, squirming mess. You won't be given relief until he decides you've earned it. Only when you’ve shown that you’re a good girl who learned her place will he let you come.

Once he's satisfied, the aftercare begins, and you will have everything you need. If you’ve been good, he’ll pepper your body with kisses as he tends to your wounds, showering you with praise. If you’ve been bad, you’ll be lucky to have him toss you a clean rag.

From time to time, he’ll also engage in primal play, particularly when he needs to work off some extra stress caused by Daki or Muzan.

Speaking of primal play…

Maybe it’s due to his inhumane appearance, but I immediately thought Primal Dom for Gyokko. Put bluntly, hunting gets him hard, especially when a pretty thing is his target. He loves the power rush it gives him, hunting you through the wilderness as he uses his powers to chase you. He knows you have no chance of getting away, and your panic makes the whole thing more delicious to him.

Once he catches you, he'll throw you down and truly begin his fun. He'll take his time devouring you, making a meal of your body. You're just a pretty little piece of meat to him, and he will savor every moment.

As his plaything, you’re subject to his whims. You won't come until he allows you to, and the pleasure he provides will always be just out of reach until you submit. You'll be forced to the edge and held there, unable to tip over until he decides.  He will tease, prod, and test you, then use his big hands to fill your holes. At the same time, he’s marking your flesh, making sure everyone knows you’re his.

Hantengu:  As I did last time, Hantengu’s main form, Zohakuten, and Urami will not be included. Instead, we’ll focus on his hot and grown manifested emotions.  

To the surprise of no one, Sekido is a sadist. He wants to see you break down in tears and cry out in pain, whilst begging him for pleasure. As he ‘plays’ with your poor body, he’ll deny your orgasms until you beg, (noticing a theme here?), then force you to earn it by whatever means necessary. If you’re bad, though, expect to be violently punished. Don't expect him to coddle you and whisper sweet nothing into your ears when it’s all said and done. At best, you'll get a kiss as he cleans you.

Based on the name alone, you’d think that the manifestation of Hantengu’s pleasure is a pleasure dom. But Karaku isn’t a straight top or bottom. Nope, he’s a switch! Sex is a game to him, one that’s about getting as much pleasure as possible. Thus, he’d switch it up depending on the mood he’s in. If he wants to watch you scream in pain, he'll be a harsh dom, and if he wants to hear your pretty moans, he'll be a soft dom. And if he just wants to feel good, he’ll become a power-bottom. If you want complete submission, you’ll have to take it by force, which he’ll also enjoy. And a little warning, if he's in the mood for a good fuck, expect him to drag you into bed, no matter where you are.

Our darling Aizetsu is the only true submissive of the line-up, as he’s a total bottom. His outlook on life is tinted by his sadness, and he views every negatively. Sex is no different, at least until you show him otherwise. When he discovers that intimacy is the key to bringing him joy, he’ll quickly become addicted to the act. He isn’t too fond of being the dominant party, but he'll make an exception if you ask nicely. But if it’s up to him, he’ll stick to subbing. He loves to be showered with praise and to have someone dedicated to pleasing him. A service top is a good fit for him, one that’s skilled in brat-taming. Because when he gets comfortable, Aizetsu can be a brat. Expect him to be demanding, and when denied, a sobbing temper tantrum may be possible. When that happens, a punishment is in order. Once he’s put back into his place, he’ll go back to being a good, needy boy.

Now, Urogi is the pleasure dom of the group. Similarly to Karaku, he views sex as a game to enjoy. But unlike his brother(?), it’s a game he must always be in control of.  You'll only orgasm when he deems it appropriate, and he’ll force out as many as he wants. He'll push you past your limits for his amusement, using you like a toy as he takes whatever he wants. And after all that fun, you'll receive your reward; the aftercare of a lifetime.

As a demon, it’s in Akaza’s nature to be in control. However, just because he’s topping, (and a demon), doesn’t mean that he’ll be cruel. Quite the opposite, as he’ll never do anything to hurt you. At least without you asking first. The reason Akaza enjoys topping is because that’s how he can best give his lover what they need. His pleasure comes from yours, so even if he shies away from something at first, he’ll do whatever it takes to make you come hard.

He likes to know exactly how to please his partner, and the best way to do that is by learning what you like. He’ll set aside time to discover your sensitive spots and kinks, only deeming his mission a success when you’ve had a few orgasms.

Once he knows what his lover needs, Akaza will use that knowledge to bring you bliss. He will worship your body, kissing and caressing you as his hands, tongue, and dick work their magic. The entire time, expect him to smother you with praise, whispering sweet nothings as he tells you how good you are for him.

Akaza will take his time cleaning and massaging you. He can be a bit intense during aftercare, smothering you with affection and being 110% sure you’re okay before allowing you some space.

 As a lover of women, he will engage in femdom, where he’ll switch from a service top to a service bottom. He’ll allow you to do whatever you please with him, because he only wants to please you. So basically, a dom-leaning switch.  

Speaking of switches….

The. Biggest. Switch! When you first entered a relationship with him, he’d be the dominant one most of the time, especially if you were human. No matter how sweet your cunt is, as a demon, he’s above you.

To no one’s surprise, when he’s in control, he’s a total sadist. He’ll spank, slap, choke, whip, claw, bite, etc., anything to inflict pain on you. He loves seeing you all bruised and bloodied, your eyes puffy and red from crying, your bottom lip trembling as you plead for mercy. It gets him painfully hard, driving him to get harsher and harsher during sex. And just as you’re on the verge of breaking, he’ll stop and start to coddle you, cooing sweet nothings and wiping your tears away as he cares for your wounds. You’re his favorite pet, after all, so he can’t destroy you completely.

However, if you resist his affection, prepare to be punished for your insolence.

Only when you become a demon will be start to give up some control, but you’ll have to take it by force. It’d excite Douma more than he’d want to admit when you break from your restraints and slam him down, your hands around his throat as you start to fuck him as roughly as he fucks you. Rather this means riding him or taking his ass, that’s for you to decide. He'd play a little game where he bottoms, acting like he doesn’t like it and that he’s above subbing, even though that’s when he cums the hardest. He’s a total brat, and he’d push you to the limit until you snap and fix that awful attitude of his.

When Muzan assigns him a pretty young thing to train, his cock will start to awaken. The thought of molding you excites Kokushibo, and his mind will quickly venture to the gutter. Just thinking about teaching you how to fuck nearly makes him feral, making him lose his signature stoicism.

Every day, he will work you to the bone, and when night comes, you will be rewarded for a job well done. He will worship your body, lavishing every inch with kisses, caresses, and bites. His mouth will explore your sensitive spots, his tongue eagerly diving into your warm, tight hole. His fingers will rub and stretch your entrance, making sure that you are well prepared to take him. Then, he will pound into your pussy, fucking you into the mattress. His pace will be relentless, and he will not stop until you have milked him dry.

When the deed is done, he will tend to your needs, making sure that your wounds are taken care of and that you are relaxed and content.

Don’t think he’s soft, though. He will make sure you know your place, and if you try to act out, he will punish you accordingly. He will not hesitate to spank you, choke you, whip you, whatever is necessary to correct your bad behavior. You will be put back in your place, and he will make sure that you know how to behave properly in the future.

His expectations will be high and rules numerous. He will not go easy on you, as he has no room for error. He’ll mold you into a slave to his whims, making sure you’ll bend to his every command. If you fail, don't expect to get off lightly. He won't stop until you're sobbing, with the lesson he’s seeking to teach drilled into your head.

This should go without saying. Muzan is a demon who craves control and expects respect. His sex life is no different, and when in relationships, there’s a 24/7 master/slave dynamic at play. He'll keep you on a tight leash—sometimes literally—and require you to ask permission for everything unless explicitly stated otherwise.

Wanna eat? Ask Muzan. Wanna bathe? Ask Muzan. Wanna sleep? Ask Muzan. Wanna go somewhere without him? How dare you ask that? You just earned a punishment.

In day-to-day life, you call him Lord Muzan. When he fucks you, he’ll expect you to call him Master. What he calls you depends on his mood, but he's very fond of referring to you as his ‘pet.’  And just as your title is dependent on the day, so does how he fucks you. He’ll always find a way to mark you, be it choking you until his fingerprints are visible, biting you, digging his nails into your skin, etc. Likewise, he’ll always restrain you, be it with rope, or just holding your wrists above your head.

If you’ve been particularly bothersome, he’ll spank you, then edge you until you’re begging and sobbing out apologies. If you’ve been a good girl, he’ll give you as many orgasms as you want.  

During aftercare—if he feels like providing it—he’s incredibly clinical about the whole thing and usually treats it as a chore that must be completed.

A/N: This one was longer than expected, but I hope you enjoyed it! I enjoyed writing this ask, and it spawned a few fic ideas 🤭

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Absolute Submission to the Queen

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors.

Silvio used to be a tyrant.

------------Flashback------------

Silvio: "Entertain me. Your duty is to serve me and make me happy."

Emma: "I don't like this kind of entertainment."

Silvio: "How many times do I have to tell you not to talk back to a guest?"

Silvio: "Stop making that unattractive face and pour the damn wine already!"

(Why is he like this?)

---------Flashback Ends---------

Silvio: "Listen, you absolutely cannot move for the next few days."

Silvio: "Instead, I'll do everything. I'll especially be your servant."

(Why did he become so overprotective?!)

Silvio was kneeling in front of me as I sat on the bed.

It was a scene that would definitely lead to misunderstandings if anyone else saw it.

However, he seemed completely unconcerned.

(He wasn't the type to kneel so easily.)

Emma: "I'm telling you, it's okay."

Silvio: "Ha? Can you really say that with your leg in this condition?"

He lifted one of my legs with a touch as gentle as handling delicate glasswork.

My leg, peeking out from the hem of the nightgown, was meticulously wrapped in white bandages.

Emma: "I just twisted my foot a little. It's not so serious that I can't walk."

(I just tripped and fell while wearing an unfamiliar dress.)

(I didn't want to worry him, so I kept it a secret. I shouldn't have underestimated his information network.)

Silvio: "You were walking quite recklessly considering that."

Emma: "It doesn't mean it doesn't hurt."

Silvio: "That's why I told you not to move."

Emma: "But the doctor said it shouldn't be a problem to walk."

As I spoke, he lowered his gaze and brought his lips to my toes.

(WHAT!?)

I tried to pull my foot away from the vivid sensation, but he held me back with an exquisite amount of force.

Emma: "W-W-What the hell!?"

Silvio: "This is the quickest way to silence a cheeky woman who doesn't listen."

Emma: "I'm not being cheeky today!"

Silvio: "Defying my wishes is enough to be considered cheeky."

The overprotective tyrant showed no intention of stopping his kisses.

(I don't want this, it's embarrassing!)

The moment his tongue traced my toes, I reached my limit.

Emma: "Fine! I won't move, I promise!"

Silvio: "You should've said that from the start."

(I feel like I've been tricked.)

Silvio smiled smugly and let go of my foot.

Emma: "But isn't it inconvenient?"

Silvio: "Do I look like a man who would do something I dislike?"

Emma: "No, a tyrant wouldn't do that."

Silvio: "That's right."

Silvio: "So?"

Emma: "Hm?"

Silvio: "If you have something you want, just say it. I'll let you feel like a queen once in a while."

(Is it really okay to ask him anything?)

Using the prince of Benitoite and the future king in this way felt a little awkward but, at the same time, intriguing.

(That tyrant is saying he'll do anything, so there's no way I'm not happy about this.)

(I'll rely on him wholeheartedly since it's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.)

Silvio: "I'll tell you this in advance, if I think it's a worthless request, I'll ignore it."

Emma: "But you said you'd listen to anything!"

Silvio: "If you want me to listen, then tame me. Can you do that?"

(He's so overprotective and yet so mean.)

Emma: "Alright, I understand."

Emma: "Then, for my first request, please take me to my room."

Silvio: "I refuse."

Emma: "Huh? Why not?"

(It's such a simple request.)

Silvio: "It'd be easier for me if you stayed here in my room."

Emma: "I'm just going to sleep."

Silvio: "You might get thirsty in the middle of the night and need to go get water, among other things."

(He's tougher than I thought.)

Suddenly, I noticed a large stack of documents on a desk in the corner.

I could tell that these were related to his business negotiations, and they should've already been sorted out if I hadn't gotten in the way.

Silvio: "It has nothing to do with you."

He seemed to notice my gaze as he playfully ruffled my hair.

Silvio: "Don't overthink things."

Emma: "But..."

Silvio: "Just go to sleep."

My words disappear in a tender kiss.

(It's so unfair. I can't resist this side of him.)

Emma: "No! Absolutely not!"

Silvio: "You're being stubborn."

The next morning, I firmly rejected him with all my might.

(This is not the time to say, "I can't resist him"!)

I grabbed my half-removed nightgown and glared at him.

Emma: "I can at least change my clothes by myself!"

Silvio: "If you change them yourself, you'll have to put your feet on the floor."

Emma: "You're worrying too much!"

Silvio: "Why are you getting embarrassed now?"

Silvio: "There are plenty of things more embarrassing than this."

I instinctively grabbed a nearby pillow and threw it at him.

However, for a seasoned sailor with many experiences from long voyages, it wasn't much of an attack, as he easily caught it.

Silvio: "Hey."

Emma: "If you're willing to listen to me, turn around and close your eyes right now!"

Silvio: "I can't hear you."

Emma: "You said you'd let me feel like a queen!"

Silvio: "Queens usually have someone else help them change."

(If I say this, he'll say that.)

Emma: "Then I have an idea."

------------Flashback------------

Silvio: "If you want me to listen, then tame me. Can you do that?"

---------Flashback Ends---------

(To tame him and make him obey...)

Emma: *cough, cough*

Silvio: "Hey, what's wrong!?"

Part 2╎Premium╎Epilogue╎Special Story

[wastedr00k]

ruin my life

gekko x reader

synopsis; in which gekko panics and says the opposite of how he really feels

genre; angst with happy ending

words: 2162

after the successful mission, you headed back to the headquarters along with the other agents. everyone was in high spirits, chatting with each other on the chopper back, and you were no exception.

"totally dude! i never know wings could have jumped that high!" Gekko joked with Brim as you watched from your seat beside him. this is what you admired about Mateo, his energy along with his cheerful nature was such a huge contrast to every other agent, making him stand out in your eyes.

as you felt the exhaustion catch up to you, you did the only thing that you could think of,

"Mateooo," you dragged his name out, making him turn his attention to you.

"what's up, cariño? are you feeling tired?" Mateo asked as he gently pushed your head onto his shoulder.

"mhm, i'm gonna get some shut eye." you muttered, then gathering up all your remaining energy, you wrapped your arms around Mateo's arm, holding it close to your chest.

Gekko let out a silent chuckle, leaning his head onto yours, "rest well, cariño. i'll be here." then returning to his conversation with Brim.

as you drifted off to sleep, you felt Mateo's hand slowly interlace with yours, but maybe it was just the sleep haziness or part of your wishful thinking.

-

"... cariño, wake up we're home." Mateo's voice faded in as your heavy eyelids started to open, seeing Mateo's face barely inches away from yours.

as you felt your cheeks start to heat up, you jolted awake and created some distance between the two of you,

"thanks Mateo." you muttered as you started stretching as an excuse to look away from him, "let's go."

rising from your seat, you slowly made your way out of the chopper, with Gekko close behind you.

slowly catching up to the other agents, you felt recharged and perhaps, ready to join the conversation once again with Mateo by your side of course.

"the lovebirds are finally here." Phoenix joked as you and Gekko walked into his view, "where have you two been?"

Gekko rubbed his hands to the back of the neck, "well someone was deep asleep, i had to wake them up." then eyeing you.

raising both your hands up in the air, you playfully rolled your eyes at Mateo, "it's not my fault that i did most of the heavy work, of course i would be tired."

he only laughed as he placed his hands on your lower back, pushing you to join the rest, "whatever you say, your highness."

as everyone settled down onto the seats in the cookhouse, conversation flowed among everyone and soon it landed on the theme of the upcoming valentines day.

"oh come on! we all know that you like (y/n)! the two of you are always so sticky with each other, you even call her 'darling'!" Phoenix countered back to Gekko.

both yours and Mateo's cheeks were bright red at this point, the both of you were indeed close, very close. practically spending all your free time with each other, going to the same site together and having each other's backs. Gekko's endearing nicknames for you, ranging from 'dear' to even 'love' on times where he slipped up. if other didn't know any better, they would have thought the two of you were a couple, a very sweet one too.

maybe this was the time that Mateo confessed, your hopes were high, a smile started to form on your face as your hands unconsciously reached out for Mateo's.

as the pressure from the rest started to pile up, Gekko was starting to feel the weight of it all, and in a split second, a totally unthought through decision, he sputtered out,

"no! i don't like them like that! we're just... very uhh, good friends! that's all!" Mateo said all this while waving his hands around in the air, face still beet red, "there's nothing more than that between us!"

and just like that, the room fell silent. your face even redder, your hands stopping it their tracks. did you have the wrong impression this whole time? as all the endearing nicknames, physical contact, time spent together just... nothing?

"ah you should have said so bro! we would have quit it." Phoenix dismissed Gekko, and soon the conversation resume among all the agents, except you and Gekko.

with your gaze stuck on your lap, you couldn't find the right words to say. your vision started to blur as tears started welling up, you had it wrong the whole time.

"i-i." Gekko felt the regret instantly after the words left his mouth, he loved you but he just couldn't get it out correctly.

turning to face you and his hands desperately seeking you out, anything to undo the words he said, "cariño, listen please. i didn't mean-"

"it's okay, i had it wrong the whole time, it seems." you dryly chuckled to yourself, "we're just friends, that's all." your finger fiddling with the knot of the the matching bracelet he made for you on your birthday, undoing it then placing it on the table in front of him, "let's just take it as none of... whatever we had, never happened, Gekko."

your use of his code name freezed his once warm heart. standing up to leave the cookhouse, you left Gekko alone with the weight of his regret, stuck and unable to move as he watched you retreat away from him.

Gekko's buddies sensing his hurt, materialised and gather around him, in an effort to comfort him.

"what do I do now?" he held his head in his hands, "she mean the world to me, heck, I.. I love her. I don't know why i said that." he muttered, brain racing to find a solution to the mess he created.

his time was ticking, a countdown to the end and potential ruination of your relationship.

-

for the next few days, you kept your distance between Gekko and yourself. anything to reduce the number of times he took up in your brain, heart as well. out of sight, out of mind.

your room, now devoid from anything that he gave you. the picture of the two of you as missing from your desk, his jacket he gave you after you complained to him about how cold the admin office is, now missing from your closet but not throw away. you could never bring yourself to throw away anything he gave you. it's just that, it was still too much to even look at the things that reminded you for him.

while you were trying to keep him out of your mind, Gekko was busy trying to claw his away back into your life. at first he tried going to find you on his own, hoping that his sincerity would get to you.

-

humming to yourself, you stood and waited for your instant noodles to be fully cooked while browsing your feed.

"cariño. please hear me out." his voiced made you turn to attention to him. and indeed, there he stood, a bouquet of flowers in his hand and a cup of bubble tea in his other hand.

just like that, your headache and heartache appeared. turning to make an escape, Gekko's body stood in the way.

"what do you want, Gekko?" you mumbled, still trying to dodge around him and head for the door.

"please just hear me out, it's not what it seems.".

"yeah yeah. you already said your peace, just leave me alone.". you placed your hands on his upper arm, "i have places to be."

just as quick as your noodles cooked, you were out of the break room. not very quick to be honest.

-

soon, more attempts to get through to you were made by Gekko, anything under the sun that he could think of has been attempted.

waiting for you to end your lecture? done.

ordering food to your room and bribing the chef to write out, 'please call me back' on the omelet? check.

pasting sticky notes on your room door? yeap.

since all that didn't work, Gekko had to use his triumph card, the forbidden cuteness of wingman. he knew you could never turn down wingman.

his plan? we'll see.

today, an innocent but heartbroken you laid in your bed, soaking in your thoughts, maybe it would be better to just-

a knock on your door stopped your train of thoughts, it's 8pm, what could be awaiting you at this time?

dragging yourself to the door, you wearily opened it, only to see no one at the door, until you felt a soft yet familiar touch on your shin. looking down, you saw the one and only wingman.

he stood at your feet, looking up at you with an piece of paper in his hands that reads,

'i lost gekko, please help me :_('

you couldn't help but let out a slight smile, you indeed could not turn down the cuteness of wingman. as you bent down to pick him up, Gekko slowly made his way from around the corner, with yet another bouquet of flowers in his hand.

rolling your eyes, you swiftly swooped wingman up in your arms and shut your door before he could get to you.

leaning against the door, you held wingman tight against you. Gekko on the other side of the door softly knocking and pleading for you to open the door to him.

"please cariño. just 1 minute, then i'll l-leave you alone if you want me to. i'll never speak to you again if that's what you wish but please give me 1 mintues.".

wingman snuggled close to you, he missed you just as much as Gekko does. his soft purrs were like slowly coaxing your tears out again. you missed Mateo even more than you could ever admit.

"i don't know why i said those words, i should have thought it through first. now i messed up our relationship." Mateo slumped against the door and slid down onto the floor, leaning his head against the door, "truth is, i- i don't know if it's too sudden to say this but, i love you. so fucking much."

your heart skipped a beat, the three words you were waiting to hear him Mateo had finally reached your ears. now your heart just need to hear a reason to remove the barrier between the both of you.

"if i could do it all over again i would, i would tell you that i love you in front of everyone. i missed you so very much these few days, it really feels like it's been a thousand years. shit, i miss you so much my love."

your tear were already full streaming down your face, your initial fear of yet another heartbreak has dissipated fully, and now, all that you wanted is to do is be wrapped in Mateo's arms. spill your heart out along with your undying love for him. this was more than enough reason for your heart to remove the barrier between the both of you.

"it's been a minute, i understand. i'm sorry for hurting you my love- cariño. i won't bother you anymore."

Mateo's dejected tone was enough to make you shoot up from the floor and press the handle of the door down before you could even fully gain your balance.

and there he was, stumbling backwards from the sudden loss of support, landing at your feet.

immediately, he grabbed you by the shoulder and pulled you into his warm and strong arms, the same ones that will always have your back in any situation.

nuzzling his face into your hair, he mumbled a mix of apologies and appreciation, all while wingman hugs your leg.

"Mateo." you sighed into his chest, tightening your grip around his waist.

"yes, mi amor?" Mateo answered, pulling back to rest his forehead against yours.

smiling, you placed your hands on his cheeks and pulled him closer. with a gentle whisper, "i love you, Mateo.".

his cheeks burned up and in yet another rash move, Mateo placed his lips onto yours, his hands sliding up to the back of your neck to deepen the kiss.

the both of you only pulled away when wingman started to whine about this sudden public display of affection. laughing, you picked wingman up and guided him into your room, landing on your bed where Mateo took you back into his embrace.

"i missed you." he sighed into your hair once again.

"i know, my dear." chuckling, you gestured towards wingman, "so much that i couldn't resist wings.".

laughing, Gekko nodded and gave wingman a fist bump to his buddy, "thanks wings." chirping in response, wingman snuggled up the the both of you.

somethings can never be undone, but with sincerity and a pure heart, nothing is really impossible. this is love in the purest form, in all it's patience and forgiveness.

[nethhiri]

Marooned: Chapter 7

Kid x FemReader x Killer

Warnings: Sort of suggestive at the end

Now Boarding

It took you no time at all to make it back to the treehouse. Recently, you had pictured yourself jumping for joy when you were finally going to leave this island, but now, you were just really ticked off. Whatever the lady equivalent of blue balls was, you had it. Guess I didn't realize how pent up I am. "Your fucking crew is already pissing me off, Blondie." You poked him in the center of his chest to punctuate every word. "By the way, you're getting off this shithole. Be grateful you were only here a few days instead of years." Laying the back of your hand against his neck and forehead, you thought maybe his fever had gone down. He at least wasn't sweating like he was before. 

You grabbed the stuff you wanted to bring with you, wishing you had some kind of bottoms among your things to wear. All it would take is a curious hand reaching for your shirt or a strong breeze and your business would be on full display. You strongly doubted Kid pirates were the type to keep their hands to themselves. You also strongly doubted their captain would appreciate you breaking the crews' fingers in return. Or maybe he would. After all, he seemed to enjoy your bad attitude. 

A discordant collection of voices and loud laughter signaled the return of a group of Kid pirates. Before they came to fetch their vice-captain, you made the hasty decision to pull your gun out of its parcel, along with the leather holster you custom made to fit its strange shape. You started to put it around your waist over your shirt and thought better of it, instead putting it in the same place but underneath. That way it couldn't be seen and you could get to it if you needed to. It would mean giving someone a full moon but you didn't think you would mind if the occasion called for it. 

A pirate with blue-gray dreadlocks and patchwork skin called up to you, "Captain told me to come get Killer. Can I come up?" 

A pirate who asks permission? Interesting. Poking your head out of the hatch so that your voice could be heard, "Knock yourself out." You thought about how difficult it was for Kid to get Killer up here in the first place and wondered how hard it would be to get him out. Could always break the floor to make a wider opening. Since no one is coming back. The thought made you a little sad and a touch anxious. You were stepping out of your territory and into Kid's. You made a mental note to try to behave. The less attention drawn to yourself the better. 

A soft knock against wood announced the arrival of the blue-haired pirate. He cleared his throat. "I'm Heat." He pushed himself through the hatch. 

"Okay." You gestured to where Killer was leaning against the wall. 

The pirate called Heat threw Killer over his shoulder, pausing at first when he saw Killer's face without his mask. His long blond hair obscured his face like this anyway, and it was pitch black outside with the exception of the torches the group held. He started to descend then cleared his throat again, "Captain told me to get you, too."

"Should I get on your other shoulder?" Heat offered a laugh through his nose. You continued, "I'll come down but... just don't look up." You looked away before your cheeks could get hot. Again it was dark, still you didn't need to reveal yourself...or that you were armed...to anyone right now. 

Heat nodded and slipped out of view with Killer. You took one last look around, grabbed your pack, and followed. The conversation and laughter ceased when you walked over to the group with Heat. "Let's go," he commanded. It was awkwardly quiet and you felt very out of place being at least several inches shorter with a much smaller frame than the surrounding party. You kept your eyes forward as you felt several stares here and there. 

You watched as one of the men grabbed an oddly-shaped, enticing, yellow fruit from on overhanging branch. "I would leave that," you helpfully offered. The man snorted at you and rolled his eyes before shoving the entire thing in his mouth. That was my shot at being nice. He would regret it, that you were certain of. You estimated in around three to five hours he would be experiencing some of the worst cramps of his life. Stoplight fruit was so called because if it was red, you should stop eating it and if it was green, it was safe to eat. Therefore, yellow was in-between, not deadly but not benign either. You knew of that one before ending up here. It was common on islands in the area. You swear you saw Heat stifle a laugh. He must know, too. 

The Victoria Punk was beautiful. Both because you hadn't seen a ship in years and because it simply was a beautiful ship. You didn't get a good look the first time you had encountered it. The skull figurehead was incredibly impressive in person, and huge. Illuminated by torchlight, the teeth glowed orange like molten iron. It was probably the last thing some sailors saw before getting sunk. The nostalgia of being on a ship and feeling the wind in your face pulled a smile out of your sour features. Your admiration was cut short.

"Havin second thoughts, girlie?" The voice startled you a little, not having noticed Kid get off the ship. 

"Not at all, Captain." 

"Then get yer ass on board. Heat will show ya where ya can stay."

"Not without Mini. Remember the deal?" 

Kid rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Hurry up." He wondered how long you would wait for an imaginary friend to materialize. 

You put your hands around your mouth and yelled towards the trees. "MINERVA, LET'S FUCKIN GO. LAST TIME I'M ASKIN." You would be lying to yourself if you thought you wouldn't be sad leaving her behind. She was wild, like yourself, though, and you couldn't force her to do anything she didn't want to do. Nothing happened for a minute and Kid tugged the collar of your shirt like he was a millisecond away from dragging your ass. Suddenly, the sound of snapping branches accompanied by a soft rumble quickly approached, saplings being toppled closer and closer to the beach. A wall of sand and dust flew up as the beast skidded to a stop a few feet away from you. A huge, wet nose with sharp tusks poked out of the dust and snorted into your face. "I said I was sorry. What more do you want from me?" As the sand settled, a massive shape with reddish-brown fur and a black stripe down the back was revealed.

Apparently, Kid was now the second largest red-head on the beach. "YER OUTTA YER FUCKIN MIND IF YA THINK THAT FOUL THING IS GETTIN ON MY SHIP." A fucking boar. A huge fucking boar. This bitch is something else. Mini turned her attention to Kid and lowered her head, giving Kid a better look at how big and how sharp the tusks growing from her snout were. 

"Package deal." You crossed your arms over your chest, staring at Kid. "And she smells better than most of your crew." Your hand rustled around in your bag before pulling out the tincture for Killer, tutting as you did so. 

Kid growled, hating that he would have to relent. He grabbed your chin and made you look up at him. In the background, Mini tensed. "One chance. Do ya hear me? One. Or we will have the finest fuckin pig roast on the entire sea." He pulled you close enough that his breath was hot on your ear, at the same time you felt cold metal tracing up the back of your thigh. "Did ya think I wouldn't notice?" He laughed and sent a shiver up your spine, maybe for the wrong reasons. The cold metal reached up the back of your shirt despite your protests and tugged your weapon from its holster. "Yer absolutely rotten." Kid stood back up to his full height and turned it over in his hand. "Cute." He added it to his bandolier. He grinned and gestured towards the ship as you stared daggers at him. 

"Fuck you," you spat in his direction as you walked past him. That was fine. You were pretty good with your own two hands when it came to defending yourself. I don't think he recognized my gun. But Killer might.

Kid gave your ass a slap as you walked by, much to the delight of his crew, who laughed and taunted from the deck of the ship. "Yer gonna," Kid promised. He decided that he would show you around instead of Heat, starting with his cabin. 

Next

[bluesest]

A House

Even in a place where you can do your private activities in peace it is not safe if the people who live there are enemies among them. In one home lived a "happy" family made up of the mother, father and… 4 brothers, exactly, a total nightmare especially if you are the youngest of them all:

Thomas: The oldest brother, he wears a red t-shirt with tight shorts almost all the time, he has a relaxed attitude with his family and nervous with other people, his hair is brown and he has a bit of a chin, he is the tallest among the 4.

Blake: The second brother, he is the toughest of them all, he always wanders around the house shirtless showing off his strong pectorals worthy of a gymbro, his sweaty smell floods the house and he is the least shy of them all when it comes to "basic needs".

Tony: The third brother, the most behaved of them all, always obedient to what his parents or Thomas tell him, he gets along somewhat badly with Blake thanks to their clashing personalities, however, they get to enjoy each other's company in different activities.

Alain: The fourth brother and the youngest, his personality is a combination of Blake's rebelliousness and cunning with Tony's shyness, he does not like to obey his other brothers despite being older and the orders of his parents: "Thomas is in charge", it is not that he does not like to listen, but he hates his brothers, they are cruel to him because he is the youngest of all, the most defenseless.

Life at home was hell for Alain, he heard several insults from his siblings, teasing and pranks, many times locking him in a basement just for fun, but his favorite activity is to take Alain's lunch, usually his mother would make desserts for the siblings and when she wasn't looking, they would take Alain's part and eat it threatening him that he was a little girl who can't take any jokes, this stopped Alain from expressing this situation to his parents because according to him: "I am not a whiny little girl".

One day like any other, Alain suffered from another cruel joke that included water balloons, his siblings mocked him again while with fury Alain went up to the second floor of the house where the bathroom was located, closed the door and began to dry his face with a white towel.

"Why won't they leave me alone?"

"I wish I could get revenge."

Suddenly his father Todd who was a man in his 40's, wearing glasses, dressed in a white t-shirt and was standing with a towel covering his hips as he enters the bathroom:

Todd: "Whoops, I didn't know it was occupied."

Alain: "I'm just drying my face dad, besides, don't you have your own bathroom?"

Todd: "I just came to take one thing out of here, you go on…wait why are you wet?"

Alain didn't want to answer that question, luckily a strange sound interrupted them both: *PPPFFT*. A wet fart appeared in the bathroom:

Alain: "Oh come on dad!"

Todd: "Oopsssss it slipped out son, sorry hahahahaha…"

Alain: "The smell isn't even normal!"

Todd: "Sorry, but recently I've been having problems with my own plumbing, I couldn't get all the crap out of me, I was constipated so I bought a laxative and it's taking effect. I only came here because when I finished my business, well, let's just say I didn't quite calculate how much toilet paper I would need, so I came here to borrow some." Alain: "I mean, your ass wrapped in a towel isn't… clean?"

Todd: "Yeah, but it's going to get even dirtier in a few minutes anyway, that fart was just a warning."

Alain: "DAAAAAAAAD!"

Todd: "Alright, I'll leave you alone."

Todd walked out of the bathroom closing the door leaving Alain in privacy again, "That really was embarrassing…wait a minute…that's it!" a bright idea crossed Alain's mind, "How about now they are the ones who will have an embarrassing moment…when they have diarrhea outside the house!"

Discreetly Todd walked into his parents' room and noticed two things: the horrible smell and the miralax laxative on the nightstand, he quietly picked it up and took it from there ready to begin his plan: "Intoxicate my siblings will be easy, they take all my food, I just have to find a way to make them Leave the house… right! They each have things to do out of here just for this day, so I have to take advantage of the situation!"

Alain arrived in the kitchen where with his skills he cooked one of the few desserts he knew how to make thanks to his mother: Brownies. After an hour and a half, they were finally ready, they looked great and smelled good, they were definitely not going to resist.

He walked around the house with the plate full of 9 brownies, when he got to the second floor he is seen by Tony while he was in his room, he approached him and said:

Tony: "Where did you get those, little guy?"

Alain: "Mom baked them for me and my friends coming over later."

Tony: "Isn't mommy supposed to have gone shopping?"

Alain: "Yes…b-but she left them baking and ordered me to take them out."

Blake appears on the scene:

Blake: "Do I smell chocolate? Give me some, little guy"

Alain: "They're for my friends!"

Blake: "I wasn't asking you!"

Both brothers began to struggle, Tony catching the falling brownies while Blake tried to pry the desserts out of Alain's hands, while Alain pretended that he really didn't want them taken away. With one more stretch of strength, Blake emerged with the victory by retrieving a plate of 6 brownies while Tony held 3 with his hands.

Alain: "Give them back to me."

Blake: "Or what, you're going to cry?"

Thomas appears annoyed in the hallway:

Thomas: "Stop yelling! You won't let me study in peace you assholes!"

Tony: "Excuse Alain, he's crying because Blake is bothering him."

Alain: "I'm not crying!"

Thomas: "Oh, and those goodies you got Blake?"

Blake: "Mom made them for the little girl, she wouldn't give them to me so I'm going to keep them to teach her a lesson about sharing."

Thomas: "Obviously that lesson involves me, give me some bro". Being 9, Blake hands out 3 to each brother, he starts eating and the taste is exceptional, albeit a little strange to the taste of mom's brownies, but they are still brownies, who cares if they have laxative in the recipe, right? He was followed by Thomas and Tony who more slowly enjoyed every bite of the dessert until in the blink of an eye they had finished it all.

Tony: "You really showed off with this treat bro."

Blake: "You know how I am, always so charitable to the poor needy souls."

Tony: "That's weird, the only one who looks like a shirtless bum here is you."

Blake: "Oops how dapper sir ("I need to scent the bathroom after I leave")"

Thomas: "Stop arguing, and let's thank the little girl scout for those delicious Brownies."

The three brothers in tandem thanked, "Thank you so much Alain!", Alain on the outside was frustrated and in real anger due to the insults and sarcasm, but inside his mind he thought, "Thank you to you"

Each brother after an hour left the home to go about their own business:

Thomas:

He arrived at the university in a bus, he had to take an important exam which he had been preparing for all week, it was difficult but not enough to overshadow his relaxed attitude. He set foot on campus and the first gurgles began:

He put a hand to his stomach, "It's just gas," paused for a moment, bent his knees a little thanks to the pain and:

*PPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTT*

"Wow", a long fart filled the fresh air, luckily there was no one around and besides it was still outside the premises, the smell was free in nature while Thomas without taking importance to this first warning headed to his classroom.

"Lucky it's only one hour of exam and I'll be back home, I hate going to this place on Saturdays"

*GGGGRGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR*

The teacher arrived, a man in his 60's, skinny and with white hair, he was wearing a formal uniform and square glasses, with a serious look he gave the start of the exam.

"This is the A, This is The C, and this…this one will be random."

*GRRRRRRRRRRRR*

"Oghhh, again I have to…can I hold on!" *GRRRRRRRRRGRGGRGGGG* *GRRRRRRRRR*

"Nope, I can't, I'm just going to release some pressure by stretching and… *GRRRRRRRR* oh no…"

*pffffffftttt*

A silent fart came out of Thomas' sweaty ass, "I wish no one had heard it… or smelled it *GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR* oh… what's happening to me?"

*GGGGRGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR* *ppppffffffttttttttTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT.*

The final crash of the buttocks caused by the pressurized air echoed and it was obvious that some people noticed the noise and the rotten smell, "Will it be last night's lasagna… or… those brownies?"

*GGGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR*

"Whatever it is it's wreaking havoc in my gut *pffffffttttttt* I need to get this over with."

Thomas with sweat on his forehead set out to solve the exam as fast as possible, every minute that passed was suffering, in his head there were two worries: failing the exam because of his urgency or making a fool of himself in front of his peers with disgusting, loud farts heralding an even worse climax.

*pffftttttt PPPFFFFFttttttttttttttt* *GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR*.

Time was ticking away, 20 minutes to go and Thomas had 80 questions solved, his stomach was making it known how upset he was as he released increasingly raucous air, small voices could be heard opining on the recent change of atmosphere in the room, the professor although looking just as annoyed as every day you could tell he also noticed the smell and possibly who was causing it, or at least that was what Thomas thought.

With 15 minutes left before the end, Thomas handed the test to a disgruntled teacher, then walking out of the room, closed the door and *PPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFTFTTTTTTTTTTTT* a huge fart echoed through the halls, Thomas knew he needed a bathroom, "No way I'm going to the bathrooms here, maybe someone will hear me…" and running he headed to the bus stop to return to the comfort of his home.

Blake:

Like his brother, Blake took the bus, not to go take some silly test, but to meet his friends at the usual gym. On the bus he started to feel a slight stomach ache: "Must be the protein shake I took" he lifted his body a little and *PPFFFFTTTTTT* a short but loud fart was present on the bus, many people frowned at such a display of impoliteness from our gymbro, while he didn't flinch at all, it was the smell of a real man.

10 minutes passed and he finally arrived at the gym, upon entering he saw his two teammates getting ready for arm day (yep, a Saturday).

Blake: "Hey don't start without me!"

"Then take this barbell and get started bro!"

Blake sat down and with one arm did several reps, sweat was in the air, *GGGRGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR*, Blake stopped, set the barbell aside and held his stomach.

"What's wrong bro?"

Blake: "Something's wrong with my stomach, I think…"

*PPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTT*

A stormy fart came out of him, even the weight bed couldn't properly catch the smell, his friends laughed along with him, but inside Blake knew something was wrong, but he wouldn't ruin his Saturday of arms and He continued with the reps.

"Wow it sure does stink."

"Yeah, it looks like your pipe is clogged with something and wants to get rid of all the crap you eat."

Blake: "Shut up, if yours are worse".

"No way bro"

Twenty more minutes passed and the pain wouldn't stop, Blake felt several gases inside him that for some reason he couldn't release, his tight sleeveless shirt was completely sweaty, not from a few simple repetitions, but from the pain and heaviness he felt.

"Hey, hand me that weight that's at your feet Blake."

Blake got up from the seat, moved forward a couple of steps and crouched down, a big mistake:

*PPPPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT.*

A big wet fart came out of his big butt, the smell spread quickly disgusting even his own buddies.

"Dude! What was that?"

Blake: "I think I have diarrhea…"

Blake held his belly and walked slowly to the gym bathroom, however, these were under maintenance, with no choice, he said goodbye to his gymbros and waited at the bus stop to get home.

Tony:

He didn't have any special activity, every Saturday he always went to the park to get some relaxation from the dystopian home he lived in, he usually feels bad about what they do to his younger brother Alain, but he can't do much about it, he had to be the laughing stock of his other two brothers (especially Blake) until Alain finally grew up, At that moment they treated him more like one of their own, like a brother.

He arrived at a wooden bench in front of a small duck pond, thought about his life, how unlike his brothers, he had never had a partner in his life, it sounded nice, but it was obvious that, if he continued with those attitudes of a shy boy, he would never achieve anything with anyone.

His thoughts were cut off when a familiar sound came: *GRRRRRR* a small gurgle was present bringing with it an incredible acidity, to distract himself from that he decided to resume his walk, "Should I have eaten those brownies? Is that what's causing this heartburn? Was it the chocolate? Sugar? Or the guilt I feel?" 

He paused for a few seconds, closed his eyes, and... *PPPFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTT*

"Wow, almost and I look like Blake's lol"

The acidity hit him even harder, Tony started sweating when another fart escaped from him: *PPPPFTFFFTFTTFTFTFTF*, it was a hot one, his rectum was starting to burn.

"I think, if it was the brownies, what did they have?"

He bent his knees as another flurry of farts attacked him: *PPPFFFFFFFTTTTTTGT* *PPPFFTFTTFTFTFTFTFTFTF* *GRRRRRRR* *ppftffttftftftftfPPPPPPTPHTTRTRT*

Tony has always had a pretty sensitive stomach compared to his siblings: "I think I need a bathroom right now," his walk went up a notch to become a race with the toilet in his house being the goal, there was no way he would go to those portable toilets in the park.

As he ran the farts became more persistent, smelly and wet, little by little Tony could feel an amorphous mass forming in his intestines struggling to get out.

*PPPFTFTFTFTFTF* *PFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFT* *PPFFFFFTTTT* *PPPFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFT*

Each step meant another exasperating fart announcing the inevitable, before accepting defeat and starting to defecate his beautiful pants, he could see the patio of his house where he could see his sweaty brother Blake.

At Home:

Tony: "Blake, what are you doing here?"

Blake: "I came back from the gym because I'm literally about to have a bout of diarrhea"

Tony: "You too?"

Blake: "I was at the gym when a greasy fart came out of me without warning, I felt my anus burn and the smell..."

Tony: "Ok I got it, I don't need explanations" *PPPFPFFTTFTFTFT*

Blake: "Just like that"

Tony: "Shut up"

After exchanging insults, Thomas' bus arrived and he ran downstairs holding his stomach ignoring his brothers, he tried to open the door, but it was locked.

Thomas: "BUT WHY IS THIS DAMN DOOR LOCKED!?"

Blake: "Wow calm down bro"

Thomas: "YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND! I NEED TO GET TAR OUT OF MY ANUS RIGHT NOW."

Tony: "Like everybody... One minute... the brownies"

Blake: "You think Alain..."

Thomas: "THAT BASTARD WILL PAY ME *GRRRRRRRRRR* after I sit on the porcelain"

The three brothers yelled at Alain from outside the house, while he watched them through the window suffering, it was so amusing that his "Super Cool" brothers were begging for his mercy trying to contain the monsters inside.

The brothers were looking for some entrance that Alain had forgotten, but there was no such thing, in desperation, Blake had an idea:

Blake: "Guys I can't take it anymore *Started walking while undressing*"

Thomas: "Where are you going? *PPPFTFFTFTFT*"

He went to a small bush in front of his house and...

*PPFFTFTFTFTFFT* *PPSHSHPSSSSSSHHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHHSHSHSHSHSHFTTT* *QSHHQHQHHQSHQSHQSHQSHQSHSQ* *PFTFTFTFTFT* *PSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS*

Tony: "WHAT THE!"

Blake: "Leaves are natural, not porcelain"

*PPFTTFTFTFTTFTFTFTFT* *SQHHSQHSHSHSQHSHSHSHSHQHHQSHSHSHS* 

Thomas: "Leave me a place bro"

Blake: "There's always a place for the bro family"

Thomas began to undress until a few drops of diarrhea stained his shoes, which changed his mind to look for another alternative.

Thomas: "Maybe I can ask the neighbors to use their bathroom"

Blake: "You miss it *HSHQSHQHSHSHSQHSHSHSHSHSH*, hey Tony, do you want to come with me?"

Tony: "I'll find another *GRRRRR* entry"

The two brothers parted ways, Thomas stepped on the neighbor's lawn when he felt his diarrhea about to come out, he rang the doorbell hoping for some answer, a young boy opened the door and greeted him:

Neighbor: "Hi Thomas! What can I do for you?"

Thomas was surprised by the fact that his neighbor knew his name and he didn't know his neighbor's, but there was no time to ask.

Thomas: "Good afternoon Neighbor, this is embarrassing, but can I use your bathroom please?"

His neighbor couldn't believe it, the reason he knew Thomas' name, even though the two of them didn't socialize was because he was deeply in love with him, and that, overnight, the love of your life knocked on your door and asked to use your bathroom urgently was a stroke of luck that wasn't going to be wasted by him.

Neighbor: "Go ahead, the bathroom is on the second floor"

Thomas started to run, but his speed was cut short by the pain and the strength needed for his legs to contain the demons inside, with both hands he began to hold his stomach and began to bend slowly, the neighbor asked if Thomas was okay and with a tired and weakened voice said: "No"

*PFGTFTFTTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFT* *QSHSHSHQHSHSHSQHQSHSHSHSHHS* *PFTFTTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTTTTTTTTTF* *RPPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFT*

Thomas shit his pants at his neighbor's house, with his neighbor nearby staring at him, Thomas was embarrassed, sweating profusely and another seizure began:

*PRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPR* *PSPSPSSHSHSHSHSHSHHHHHHHHH* *PFTFTFTFTFT* *PPPFFTFTFTTFTFTFTFTFTF* *PPPPPSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS*

Thomas: "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to"

Neighbor: "No... Don't apologize, this can happen to anyone, and it doesn't bother me either..."

Thomas: "Oh... *PSHHSPSHSSHHPSHPSHSPHPHSHPSPHPHPHSSHHHHHHHHHHPRPRPRPR*"

Neighbor: "Don't worry, I'll help you clean up later, let me... Blow... to the bathroom..."

Thomas: "Thank you..."

While this was happening, Tony was desperate, he was about to take the free place of Blake's bush until he saw something peculiar, the window that looked into his parents' room was open, something that reminded him that when he and his brothers were looking, that window was totally closed, did Alain take pity on him?, one more growl alerted him and very carefully opened the window completely and entered as slowly as possible to Let nothing from the inside be expelled to the outside without warning.

He entered the silent room, ran to the half-open door of his parents' bathroom, the urgency was so great that he did not notice the smell of the room and neither did the fact that his father was sitting on the throne.

They were both frightened, Tony covered his eyes and wanted to leave the spacious bathroom until he was stopped by his father's voice:

Todd: "Son, why did you come in through the window?"

Tony: "The house was totally locked, so I decided to come in here and use your bathroom dad."

Todd: "And why not use yours?"

Tony: "That's what I'm going to do at this... *PFPFPPPFPFFTFTFTTFTTF* moment"

Todd: "Looks like your *PLOP* knows what happened to my laxative, huh?"

Tony: "Laxative!? *GRRRRRRRRR* that bastard... Aghhh I can't even take a step, I'm going to shit on the floor."

Todd: "Of course not, use this bathroom"

After a choppy fart, Todd got up from the toilet unashamedly showing off his long, hairy penis to his son Tony: "All yours champ."

Tony: "You're going to clean up... or?"

Todd: "I Still Feel Like My Stomach Is Still Cooking, I'm Not Going To Waste Paper"

Tony ignoring the image in his head of his father's stained buttocks, began to undress in embarrassment as he approached the toilet, the water was brown, in the center was a large sausage, apparently several days old in Todd's stomach, Tony uncomfortably sat his pale butt on the sweaty and hot toilet lid:

*PFFFFFFFFFFTFTFTFTTFTFTFTF* *QSHHSHSQHSHSQHHSQHSHSQH* *PLOP* *PLOP* *PLOP* *PRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPR* *PLOP* *PLOP* *PRRRRRRPSPSPSSSSSSSSSSS*

Tony: "AGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH"

Todd: "You weren't lying about the urgency..." 

Tony: "Not now, Dad..."

*PRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPR* *QSGQQSHHSQHHQSHQHHSQSQ* *PPFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTFTTFFF* *GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR*

Todd: "Not even I, who have been constipated, have come to that, you can be a champion!"

Tony: "I want to die..."

*PLOP* *PLOP* *PLOP* PPPPFFTFTTFTFTFTFTFTFPPRPRPRPRPRPRPRPPRPRPRP* *QSHHSQHSHSQHHSHHSHSQQH* *PPSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS*

After 5 minutes, Tony's stomach calmed down enough to leave his father's bathroom and continue in his own. 

Todd: "Well done son, now save me a spot, I feel like I'm going to break your record in a few seconds."

Tony got up and didn't clean himself, he turned around and saw the mess, the brown soup increased in size where several sections had different consistencies, colors and smells, and from this stood out his father's sausage now bathed in Tony's diarrhea.

When Tony left the room he saw Blake waving at him from the window, Tony covered his crotch and opened the door for him:

Blake: "Did you shit on yourself? And how did you get in?"

Tony: "None of your business..."

Blake: "After Tony arrives, the three of us show Alain who he's playing..."

Finally, after 1 hour, Thomas arrived with clothes borrowed from his neighbor, he didn't want to talk to anyone and locked himself in his room.

P.S. This will be the story that starts the week-long daily story marathon.

[kpop-stories-21]

Horror section | A World Turned Red

Group: ATEEZ

Pairing: Wooyoung x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Rating: 21+

Genres + AUs: Non-Idol AU, Vampire AU, Smut

Content & Trigger Warnings: Vampire! Wooyoung, Vampire Hunter!Reader, death, murder, biting, blood drinking, primal play(hunter/prey), little bit of dismemberment, unprotected sex(wrap that shit up kids)

Summary: For a well-trained Hunter like yourself, killing a vampire should be fairly easy. But as you soon learn, Wooyoung is no ordinary vampire Lord.

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As you made your way to the Horror section, you noticed Seonghwa walking among the books of the History section, dusting the covers. Not wanting to seem weak you sped up, hoping he wouldn't notice that you were still recovering from your encounter with Yunho. Just when you thought you'd successfully made it past him, a cold hand on your shoulder stopped you. Shit, he noticed.

"Are you alright, Y/N?"

Something inside you said that Seonghwa was trustworthy, so you turned around and told him the truth.

"When I first came in you told me the further I went, the less in touch with reality I'd be. So, um, that's what happened. I got completely lost in the Sci-fi section and, uh, it's still affecting me."

The hand on your shoulder suddenly changed from cold to warm, and you looked at Seonghwa in confusion. There was a faint glint of purple in his eyes, but it was gone before you could say anything.

"Where are you going next?" He asked gently, stern features softening.

"The Horror section. Figured I might as well get it over with."

Seonghwa frowned. "I'm not sure that's such a good idea."

You smiled at him, resolute in your decision. "I'll be alright. After all, none of it is real, right?" Thanking him for checking on your condition, you turned and continued on your way.

Seonghwa watched you go, a smile on his face. A flash of light from the Horror section had him chuckling fondly. "She's always so brave."

"Y/N! Gods above girl! Pay attention when I talk to you!" Rough hands shook you from your daydreaming and you were greeted with the sight of your angry father.

You sighed, looking properly ashamed. "I do apologise Father. I stayed up training far too late last night and did not get the necessary hours of sleep."

Your father stroked his greying beard thoughtfully. “An acceptable reason, but remember: Hunters must always be alert. One moment of distraction is all a vampire needs to get close and drain your blood.”

You nodded, having heard this many times before. “Yes, Father.”

“Now then. What I was saying was that the elders have decided you are finally ready to take on your first solo Hunt.”

You gazed at him in amazement. You were only in your twenty-third year, most Hunters did not gain the privilege of solo Hunting until at least their twenty-seventh year.

"This isn't just special treatment because you are the chieftain, is it?"

Your father shook his head. "Not at all. They have been assessing your training from the beginning and they feel you are learning things much faster than other Prospects, so they wish to test your skills."

"Very well. First Hunts are usually important vampires, right? So who am I going after?"

Your father handed you a leather-bound book and motioned for you to look through it while he spoke.

"You will be going after the vampire Lord called Jung Wooyoung. He's very elusive and has killed many Hunters, including your own mother."

Your eyes stretched wide at the revelation, fury suddenly burning within you. "He's the vampire that killed Mother?"

Your father nodded. “The elders are assigning you this Hunt for that very reason, so you may avenge your mother and also rid us of one of the most dangerous vampires we’ve ever encountered.”

Motioning to the journal, he continued. “The journal was your mother’s. She kept extensive notes of Wooyoung’s habits and behaviours in it, which will greatly reduce the amount of preparation you will need. Study it carefully and come to me only when absolutely sure you are ready. I will then inform the council and they will conduct the Sending ceremony.”

“Yes, Father.” Taking the journal, you stood and went to your room to begin studying it.

It took three-and-a-half weeks of studying your mother’s journal and training extra hard before you were finally ready to face Wooyoung. You had to run your plan by your father and he had told you that it was an extremely well thought-out plan, so you were quite optimistic that you would come out on top.

You knew better than to fully trust your own abilities, though. Pride was the downfall of man, and vampires could be unpredictable at the best of times. All you could really do was hope that things went to plan. And if they didn’t, you’d make shit up as you went. Sometimes vampires lived so long that they got careless, especially the Lords. So maybe you’d get lucky after all and the gods would guide your hands to victory.

The day after telling your father you were ready, the elders held your Sending ceremony. None of your Prospect friends were there, probably mad that you were being made a Hunter before them. You didn’t really care, too focused on the task at hand to dwell on the pettiness of others.

The head elder approached you, red paint dripping from her fingers. “Do you, Lin Y/N, swear to the gods that you will uphold the oaths of the Hunters, battling the vampire scourge that threatens us all?”

“I solemnly swear so to do.”

The head elder smiled and painted the mark of the hunters on your forehead. “The gods are watching over you always child. Be brave, and fear no blood-drinkers.”

You bowed before the elder, staying prostrate until you saw her shadow retreat into her hut. Once you stood to your feet, the entire village burst into thunderous cheers, glad to have another Hunter join the ranks of those defending them.

When the noise died down, your father approached carrying the knapsack you had packed the night before. You took it, throwing it over your shoulders and heading off into the forest. It would take about four days to reach Wooyoung's castle, so you set a brisk pace, taking shortcuts where it was safe to do so.

Two days into your journey, your progress was halted by the sounds of screaming coming from the direction of your village. Your heart turned to ice in your chest and all thoughts of Wooyoung left your head as you raced back the way you had come, taking all the risky paths you had avoided before in order to get you there quicker.

Even with all your hurried efforts, it still took you a day and half to get back, and the screams had long since died away. And once you passed through the gates into the place you had called home, you fell to your knees with tears streaming down your face.

Everywhere you looked you saw the limp forms of those you had known and grown up with; friends, family members, kind neighbours, and so many others. There were pools and splatters of red everywhere you looked. And standing there in the midst of it all, was Jung Wooyoung. His mouth, covered in thick blood that dripped from his chin, quirked into a terrifying smirk as he caught sight of you.

"There you are." He remarked lightly, as if he was not surrounded by the carnage of your entire village. "No one would tell me where you were, so I had to kill them all. I figured the screams would bring you back from wherever you were."

"You bastard!" You spat, fury replacing the sorrow within. "I'll kill you for this!"

You flew at him, stake in hand, but he dodged swiftly and grabbed your wrist, squeezing until the pain was so great you had no choice but to drop the stake.

"Here's how this is going to work, doll. You're going to run into the woods, as fast as you can, and I'm going to chase you. If you can make it to the next village I'll let you go. But if I catch you, I get to do whatever I want with you. Deal?"

The next village? That was a good four to five miles through the very thickest part of the woods. Even someone as physically fit as yourself would have trouble making it through that at any kind of fast pace.

However, not seeing any other choice, you consented. The vampire Lord released your wrist and you took off, flying across the ground and into the forest.

Vines and branches whipped your face, leaving stinging scratches behind. You could feel a few of them bleeding and spurred yourself to go faster, knowing the scent of your blood would be a blaring beacon for Wooyoung. You wiped at your face, hoping to lessen the scent, but you ended up just smearing it across your face and probably making your position even more obvious.

A dark chuckle sounded behind you, coming from somewhere amongst the trees off to your left. You were running on pure adrenaline and fear at this point, all your Hunter's training forgotten as your mind zeroed in on the goal of escaping your pursuer.

You could feel your legs starting to tremble at two-and-a-half miles, much sooner than you'd been hoping for. Wooyoung's laughter was growing alarmingly closer, and your adrenaline rush had worn off by now.

I don't think I'm gonna make it! You lamented, lungs burning as your breath began to come in wheezing gasps.

Three miles in you were starting to slow, limbs feeling heavier the more you tried to go faster. You could hear bushes rustling on your right and felt a fresh burst of fear, but no adrenaline accompanied it. Still, you hurried on, praying that the gods would show you favour and help you escape.

Something solid crashed into your back, knocking you to the ground. You let out a cry of pain as your shoulder was crushed against a sturdy log.

"Found you." Wooyoung hissed gleefully. "Now I can have my fun."

You squirmed, trying your best to get away, but his inhuman strength held you firmly in place.

"Now, now." He cooed. "You agreed to all this, remember? I caught you, so I get to do whatever I want."

Terror had you frozen in place as Wooyoung turned you over on your back, his crimson-smeared visage coming into view. Just what was he going to do to you?

A hand slid below the waist of your trousers and you fought the urge to shove him away. Wooyoung was right, you had agreed to his deal and that included letting him have his way if he caught you.

So you kept still, trying not to react, but a small moan slipped out despite your best efforts as he shoved two fingers inside of you.

Wooyoung chuckled at your reaction. "Feeling good yet, doll? Or do you need some help?"

Taking hold of your left wrist, he brought it to his lips. His eyes glowed a bright red and his canines lengthened into long, terrifying fangs. Many small veins snaked out from eyes and mouth, making him look even more frightening than he already was. A hiss of laughter escaped him as he sank his fangs into your wrist.

You screamed at the initial shock of pain, but the sound quickly turned to a moan as his venom flooded your veins, transforming every sensation of pain into one of pleasure.

"Now we can really begin." He declared, withdrawing his fingers to remove his pants. His member sprang free, long and thick, and you were suddenly worried he might not fit.

Need surged within you suddenly as he knelt over you once more, pulling your own trousers off as he did so. A wet patch stained the crotch of the garment, evidence of the effect the venom had on you.

"Look at you, little Hunter," He crooned. "So wet for me already and I've barely touched you."

He lifted your legs and spread them apart, cock rubbing against you as he shifted. You whined high in your throat, wanting him inside you more than ever now.

He thrusted into you without warning, burying himself to the hilt in one swift motion that had you crying out, though whether from pain or pleasure you weren't quite sure.

He showed no mercy, pounding into you at an ungodly pace. You came almost immediately, too lost in the throes of bliss to manage a warning. As a punishment Wooyoung produced a small knife from some concealed shirt pocket and took away your right hand.

You screamed again, your throat becoming raw from the many sounds you gave out. The pain was debilitating, shading everything in black for a few heartbeats before your vision returned.

The agony soon dissolved as he resumed his brutal thrusting, your skin red and tingly from the force of his hips meeting yours.

You came twice more, both times at his request, before Wooyoung's pace began to slow and stutter as his own high approached. He buried himself deep inside you, filling you to the brim. As he did so he returned to the bite marks on your left wrist, draining some of your blood as he worked himself through his orgasm.

Upon releasing you, he smirked. "Your blood is absolutely delectable. Now that you are mine, I can have it whenever I want."

You laid still and silent, far too fucked out to question what he had just said. It wasn't like you could escape from him anyway, so what was the point in arguing?

As he stood to get back into his pants, an object fell from one of the pockets. Curious, you wearily reached to see what it was.

"NO, DON'T TOUCH THAT! YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME!!" Wooyoung cried, vampiric features on full display as he lunged to stop you. You shrank in terror, fingertips brushing the object as you tried to recoil. The instant you made contact with it, everything was washed in a bright white.

You found yourself lying somewhere unfamiliar, screaming and struggling to get away from whatever was holding you down. You thrashed wildly, mind still stuck in the horrors you'd just been through. A sharp slap bloomed against your cheek and your mind instantly cleared.

You were laid out on a sofa in the Library, Seonghwa holding you in a firm but gentle grip as he hovered over you.

"Wh-What happened?" You asked confusedly.

"You were on the floor, screaming and scratching at your skin and clothes, so I moved you here and held your arms to keep you from hurting yourself. I do apologise for the slap but I needed to bring you back to reality."

You blushed, surprised at how caring Seonghwa was being. "Thank you." You mumbled, suddenly shy.

Seonghwa smiled at you. "Why don't you take a short break before moving to the next section? Let your mind recover some."

You nodded. "Okay."

Once Seonghwa had left you alone, you were suddenly aware of a dull throbbing in your left wrist. Lifting it up showed the marks from Wooyoung's fangs. Confused, you checked your body for other injuries. You found nothing, except the tattoo-like mark Yunho had left on you. Further searching revealed San's hickey on your collarbone and Jongho's on your neck.

It seemed each of the Guardians had marked you in some way, but why? Seonghwa had said nothing about any marks. You decided to see what happened in the Adventure section before bringing it up to him.

Laying on a small table beside you was Wooyoung's key, made of black metal and set with bloodred rubies. How fitting. You thought to yourself as you stuck it in your pocket.

[minisugakoobies]

Let's continue practicing this angst muscle of yours:

Stealing your wicked stepmother's booty call

As for member? I have my obvious preference but I'll let you choose

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: smut, maybe a smidge of angst?, Pool Boy!AU

Rating: M (18+)

Warnings: swearing, reader is plotting against her stepmom, infidelity (not involving reader), mistaken identities, cherry-haired Jimin, implied smut, Jimin's nickname is pretty self-explanatory 💦🍆🥴

Word Count: 1.5K

Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me

Summary: You're tired of watching your evil stepmom waste your father's money. So you steal one of her toys.

A/N: Luce, I'm sorry this took so long! 💜 I hope you like what I dreamt up here. I still have a few more requests waiting for inspiration - y'all are so patient, I can't thank you enough 💕

"YN, darling, pass me the suntan lotion, will you?"

Your lips instinctively curl themselves into a sneer as the sound of your stepmom's voice cuts into your poolside slumber. Opening your eyes beneath your oversized sunglasses, you tilt your head to find her lying in the chair next to you, hand extended expectantly.

You watch as she slowly applies the thick cream to her smooth skin, noting that you're not her only audience. Her movements have drawn the attention of the young man skimming the corner of the pool. His fingers tighten around the thin pole in his hands, eyes focused firmly on your stepmom's statuesque legs.

Interesting. Although Jimin was one of your classmates at university, you only knew him from his weekly visits to your father's house to clean the Olympic-sized pool where you were currently spending your summer break melding with the lounge chair. He never said more than the occasional hello and goodbye, was always polite and quiet. You thought he was incredibly cute, with his cherry red hair and gorgeous smile, but he kept to himself so you kept your distance.

So you're more than a little surprised to see such a hungry expression in his eyes as you observe him staring at your stepmom. Then he catches you looking, and quickly turns away.

You suppose you can't entirely blame him. Your stepmom is only a few years older than you and absolutely stunning. She's also a horrible, manipulative bitch who managed to sink her 30 mm stiletto fingernails directly into your father's heart and bank account.

For three years now, you've watched this woman slowly drain your inheritance away. Your father turns a blind eye to her exorbitant spending, probably because she's using her cunning wiles to keep a tight chokehold grip on his wallet. Among other things.

Your nap effectively ruined, you head into the house to grab a drink. There's a designer purse sitting on the kitchen island, your stepmom's latest purchase, and a brief rush of spite washes over you. Impetuously, you knock it over, spilling its contents all over the countertop. It's a very childish thing to do, but any chance you get to annoy the obnoxious gold digger, you take eagerly.

You wish there were something else you could do to show her just how much you hate her. Something more effective than simply knocking her things about. Like taking away one of her expensive toys. But it'd have to be something that wouldn't get you in trouble with your father. As much as you question his choices, you still love him dearly, and don't want to risk your relationship in the name of petty satisfaction.

There are some fresh cherries in the fridge, so you plop down on one of the couches in the open-concept living room to have a snack. It's not long before Jimin passes right by your perch as he heads home for the day. He doesn't seem to notice you, but it's easy to miss someone in this gigantic house if they're quiet. You just blend into the background.

He has his phone in hand and as he approaches the front door, his steps slow while his fingers fly over the screen. Then he finishes whatever he was doing and slips the phone back into his pocket before letting himself out.

From the messy pile on the kitchen island, your stepmom's phone buzzes.

You only pause for the smallest fraction of a second before leaping up to look at the phone. The screen is already dark, but you know your stepmom's code - her precious toy poodle's birthday - so you tap it in, and read the text messages waiting there:

You gotta stop teasing me when I'm working. I wanna rub you down like that

Can I come over later?

I need you tonight

There's just a nickname attached to the phone number, with a string of emojis - Super Soaker 💦🍆🥴 - but you're sure you know who is on the other end. And it's definitely not your father.

Your stepmom floats into the house. She spots your half-eaten bowl of cherries on the living room table. "YN, darling, please don't leave food just lying around like this! That's how you gets ants." She sighs heavily, as if her cushy life of doing nothing all day is exhausting. "I'm not your maid, you know? Or your mother."

"Believe me, I know," you mutter under your breath before nodding. "Okay."

"Thank you, darling. Oh, and before I forget, your father and I have plans with the Mins tonight, so we will be out very late! You'll be on your own for dinner."

"Okay," you repeat. "I'll just order something."

The look she gives you makes you grit your teeth. "Your father isn't made of money, YN." Unbelievable. How can she utter such phrases without a trace of irony? "I'm sure you can find something here to make for yourself for dinner. But please, try to keep the place clean! I don't want to come home to a messy house." And with a dismissive wave of her hand, she disappears towards the master bedroom.

That cheating brat. You want to take away her toys.

Your fingertips dance over her phone.

Be here at 8. I'll leave the door unlocked.

The response is immediate:

Can't wait, baby

You hear your stepmom's footsteps returning and quickly delete the messages before locking the phone and vanishing towards your room.

At eight, you resume your spot on the couch. Only you've traded your swimsuit for a satin robe, wrapped tightly around your body as you wait.

You don't have to wait long. The front door opens and a moment later, Jimin appears. When he sees you, he freezes, eyes widening under raised brows. No poker face.

"Hey… YN," he speaks slowly. You can practically see the gears turning in his head as he tries to figure out what to say.

"Hi Jimin," you reply lightly. "I didn't hear you knock."

"Oh, uh, the door was open so I just… walked in…" he pauses, "I think I left my earbuds here so I came to… check."

"Jimin." You smile sweetly. Luring him in with honey. "It's ok. I know."

He feigns confusion. "You know what?"

You motion for him to join you on the couch. Jimin crosses the room carefully, like a wild animal waiting for a trap to spring. He sits next to you, running his palms over his tight jeans, wiping away the sweat. His tanned skin seems to glow against the white of his tank top, and as he fidgets, his biceps flex gently.

"Be here at 8. I'll leave the door unlocked," you say as an answer to his question.

His eyebrows rise again. "That was you?" He huffs out a breath. "Fuck."

"That was me. Listen - "

"Please don't tell your father!" Jimin interjects, panic twisting his features. "I - I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't have… but she said… I mean… I really need this job! And if he - "

"Honestly, if my dad finds out…" you wind the silky belt of your robe around your fingers, shrugging. "I think the job will be the least of your worries."

Jimin looks like he might get sick all over your stepmom's pricey couch. "Oh god. What do I do?" He pauses as the reality of the situation sinks in. Then his eyes narrow as he tips his head towards you, considering. "You… if you wanted me to know that you know, you could've just told me. Why did you send me that message, pretending to be her?"

You smirk, shifting to curl your legs beneath you. Jimin's eyes travel over your frame as you move, drinking in the flimsy material that hugs your curves while leaving large swaths of your skin bare. He swallows audibly, and your smirk deepens.

"Why do you think, Jimin? I want something."

He frowns. "Look, I don't have a lot of money, but I can pay - "

"Keep your money." You gesture around you. "I don't need it."

He meets your gaze again, with darkened eyes. "Then what do you want, YN?"

A wave of heat rolls through you. The hunger you'd seen earlier is back in his expression. Again you shift, shuffling closer to him until your knees brush his thigh, the thick muscle twitching at the contact.

"I want you to stop seeing her. Stop answering her texts, stop meeting up with her. End it completely, or I tell my father." You smile, running your fingers over his forearm. "He'll believe me. I never lie to him."

Jimin stares at your hand for a moment before placing his own on top. His touch is so warm. "And is that… everything you want?" His eyes flicker to yours.

You bite your lip. "Do you know what she calls you? In her phone?"

Jimin laughs, glancing away. "Yeah. Super soaker." He rubs the back of his neck.

"Mmmhmm." You pull your hand away. Rising up on your knees, you let your robe fall open, revealing the lacy black bra and panties you're wearing beneath.

Jimin lets out a tiny exhale. "Shit."

"I want to know where that name comes from," you declare, robe slipping off your shoulders. "Will you show me?"

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[nakachuchu]

CHAPTER FOUR: NAKED WOLF

Golden Child Series

SYNOPSIS: You always believed you were innocent, but now you weren't so sure.

READER: female

WORDS: 1.1k

WRITTEN: 08/20/2023

You were under Yaga's private instruction for four months in a private room, slightly off campus.

During these four months, you turned sixteen. You weren't expecting much for your birthday, but Chiaki and Ayumi always made an effort to sing to you in the morning.

They did it every year and it was the only reason you even remembered what day your birthday was.

But this birthday was different. Another human wished you a birthday. It was brief and simple how Yaga said "Happy birthday" to you, but there was something about the way he smiled at you.

And matching his smile was a Curse you knew well during your stay with your guardian. Panda's tiny paw became a treat for you, as patting you on the foot was something he did whenever he got the chance to see you.

Your life was changing, but there was still more to change.

Yaga knew the way you thought and believed in the world would be difficult to change, but what he needed right now was to make you aware of how important your existence was.

Someone with your skills and techniques could not be allowed to roam free without facing the consequences of your actions.

While he knew you still believed certain people needed to die, there was a small part of you that wanted to walk away from that.

He believed you were ready to meet your classmates.

"This is Kaneko Ama."

You stood in front of three teenagers, two boys and one girl.

The white-haired teenager leaned forward and stroked his chin as he stared at you with narrowed eyes. "What do you do?"

Yaga smacked him on the head. "That's not how you treat a girl."

"I'm Geto Suguru. Nice to meet you," he said with a soft smile.

The corner of your lip twitched into what was supposed to be a smile, but you just couldn't get your face to express that.

"Shoko Ieiri. Nice to meet you."

"The one and only Gojo Satoru at your service. But seriously, what can you do?"

The three teenagers stilled at the sight of ghostly hands clutching your shoulder from behind.

"Are you looking down on her?" Chiaki asked as he appeared next to you.

"Little humans shouldn't say such things," chastised Ayumi.

"Yaga — "

Yaga shook his head softly at the sound of Geto's voice.

You didn't belong here. You were a wolf in a herd of sheep. There was no clothing to camouflage you. You were naked, out in the open for everyone to see.

You felt out of place among the other students at the school. While they had hopes and dreams, you had seen and done things that darkened your soul. Yaga saw your potential for good, but you weren't so sure.

"Ama is a valuable part of this school. Welcome her," said Yaga.

He placed a hand on your shoulder, just where Ayumi stood. She stared at the hand for a moment, then huffed in annoyance before turning away to glare at Gojo instead. Yaga squeezed your shoulder softly, then retracted his hand.

"I'll be going over missions in an hour. Take this time to do what you want," said Yaga, turning on his heel and walking away.

Ayumi and Gojo were in a glaring match, but it looked more like a staring contest between two hissing cats.

"I apologize," said Geto.

You had been in your own head this whole time, but Geto's voice caught your attention.

"It's okay," you replied.

It wasn't okay, but you understood everyone's reaction. Chiaki and Ayumi weren't human, nor did they look human.

Their hair wasn't actual hair, but wispy shadows that almost resembled tentacles. Their mouths had slits to their ears and their horns were long and large, pointing up to the sky. Their feet were claws with slender fingers as sharp as knives and dripping with gold.

"Is that what you want, for us to look human?" Chiaki questioned.

Ayumi tore her gaze away from Gojo to look at you. Without a word, the twins' forms changed to resemble humans.

Geto, Gojo, and Ieiri glanced at each other briefly. None of them had ever seen a communicative and powerful curse like this before.

Chiaki and Ayumi had a conscience of their own, all while being bonded to you. This wasn't just something a normal person could create.

There was more to you than what you believed.

"Let's sit," said Geto.

The four of you sat down at a table with benches, but you wouldn't exactly call it sitting.

Gojo was sitting on the edge of the table with one leg on the ground and the other on a space next to Ieiri who was sitting crisscrossed. Geto and you were sitting next to each other on the other side like normal people.

"Are you, like, super powerful?" Gojo asked.

"Close your mouth. You look stupid," said Ieiri. "Ignore him."

You nodded at her, purposely looking away from Gojo's scrutinizing stare.

"Hey, stop looking at her, ugly," said Ayumi as she glared at Gojo with her hands on her hips.

"Who're you calling 'ugly,' ugly?" he retorted.

The two looked like they were ready to fight at any given moment, but neither guardian — aka you and Geto — wanted to separate the two.

"Are you good at fighting?" Geto asked.

You weren't sure how to answer. Chiaki and Ayumi did most of everything you needed.

"I guess so," you answered.

At your low response, Geto added: "I asked because Shoko doesn't go on missions. She's a healer rather than a fighter."

That intrigued you. You never thought of healing as something a sorcerer would be capable of. Most of your life involved death, so healing never came to mind.

"I don't heal," you said. "I don't think I do."

Geto nodded. "What Grade are you?"

"Grade?" you questioned. "Oh — " Remembering briefly what Yaga had told you, you responded " — Yaga said I was a Special Grade."

When he first told you, you thought he was growing you as a prime rib steak for slaughter, but then he taught you quickly that every sorcerer had a level or Grade based on their ability and capability in the Jujutsu world.

"Huh? Seriously? You're so...frail," said Gojo.

Ayumi looked angry at that and nearly clawed Gojo's eyes out, but Chiaki pulled her away from him as soon as you glanced at him.

Chiaki was usually the one with the short fuse, but something about Gojo made Ayumi want to kick him in the stomach.

Gojo laughed, on the verge of tears, as he pulled faces at Ayumi who was being held back by Chiaki.

There was something odd you found on this trio. You couldn't think of a reason why you felt the way you did as you looked at your Curses bickering with Gojo and Geto holding a light for Ieiri as she lit a cigarette.

Was this how normal teenagers behaved?

Did Chiaki and Ayumi even realize that they, too, were changing with you?

Just months before the two Curses born from your rage murdered a classmate, just because you didn't want him to talk to you.

For years, you preyed on the weak. For years, you were a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

Now, you were out in the open in a new world where you couldn't pretend to be innocent anymore.

TAGLIST: @sleepydang @nerdiel-has-no-braincells @the-fab-killjoy

[astarlow]

How they greet you in the new Overwatch

Characters: Brigitte, D.Va, Echo, Mercy, Pharah, Tracer, Zarya

Word count: 811

Form: Headcanons

Warning: None

Synopsis: Overwatch is back again! And so are the agents

A/n: Hope everyone is having fun with Overwatch 2

Brigitte

🐈it's exciting, a tingling sensation all through your body

🐈she’s pumped to finally join Overwatch, with Reinhardt and all too familiar faces

🐈As well as new faces too, after all, this is a situation that calls for meeting people!

🐈She mostly stays with Reinhardt and people she has known all her life

🐈Slowly, she gets out of her comfort zone and goes to talk to other agents, including you

🐈Tells you funny anecdotes about her family! As well as her cats

🐈Also invites you to a sleepover with agents she knows well

D.Va

🐰she's new to this just as much as you

🐰though she has been in a similar environment with MEKA, to be in  Overwatch for her is a dream coming live to her

🐰Still, she's D.Va and knows better than to make her nervousness show

🐰she's going to greet you warmly, making you feel right at home

🐰she has a way with her words and around her, you feel confident

"You're new here? No worries, I joined Overwatch a few weeks ago too. Let's explore this together player 2!"

🐰if you reside in a room not far from her, she asks if you want to play some games with her. Streaming or not, she's happy if you accept her request. After all, a friendly face around those parts wouldn't hurt

🐰playing pranks on agents are a great way for you two to grow closer together. A good laugh is always appreciated!

Echo

🤖It'll be overwhelming with her. For as much as she wishes to understand, so many things have changed during her absence

🤖it is hard to come back after many years of sleep. Fortunately, you're here with her!

🤖you teach her about today's world while she teaches you all you need to know while you stay at Overwatch

🤖There are many changes but Winston and Athena keep her updated about the situation and she relays you the information

🤖she tells you facts about her creator and some anecdotes about Overwatch's golden age

🤖she appreciates it if you stay with her during her repairs

Mercy

🕊️it's rewarding as much as it is terrifying

🕊️in her words "Overwatch was shut down for a reason" She witnessed it firsthand and for many years, she believed "it's best it stays that way."

🕊️it appears her view changed since she stood in  Overwatch's headquarters

🕊️she rewards your interventions as much as she reprimands your mistakes

🕊️she wants you to learn in this environment, without repeating the mistakes of your predecessor.

🕊️that is one of the reasons she's here, among countless others including but not limited to patch you up.

Pharah

🐦it's going to be demanding as much as challenging

🐦another kid who dreamt about joining Overwatch but never could.

🐦she grew up with them though, and she's going to set the bar high

🐦she knows what it was like to be with them, the atmosphere and their training (to Ana's dismay)

🐦she trains you and gives you tips here and there

🐦she knows training is important but having a good teacher also is and she aspires to be one as well as an excellent agent

Tracer

🌈ARMS WIDE OPEN

🌈She's so happy to see new recruits coming in even if Overwatch is still deemed illegal

🌈there's some hope at last!

🌈she's going to hug you to welcome you then give you a tour of their base while telling bits of story here and there

"Here is Angela's office! Or Mercy if you prefer. Sometimes you can also find Genji here to keep company to Angela. Though most of the time, you should just be here if you have wounds or a check-up"

"Does it mean I'll often find you here too?"

"I mean sometimes- hey! What are you implying love?"

🌈Sleepovers with other agents are a must and she includes you too. There's nothing better to strengthen a bond. And she can't keep her excitement to herself so she needs to share it with others

🌈she invites you to her morning jogging and would be over the moon if you accept.  If you can't, she understands and will invite you to do something else. There are so many things out there, for sure at least one of them will please you!

Zarya

💪It's going to be slow and even intimidating at first

💪Though you're quick to notice she's gentle and kind

💪she welcomes you steadily, explaining to you what you might have not understood through other agents

💪She's new to this too and she doesn't hesitate to tell you that. There's no shame in it, and you're here to save the world too isn't it? Then you have nothing to worry about

💪if you make mistakes, she's going to reassure you. As long as it didn't cost anyone's life, you're fine.

💪shares breakfast with you if you're a morning bird.

[quillsareswords]

What about picking out pumpkins together! Or pumpkin carving!

As president of the Single on Halloween Club, I feel this. I understand how much some of us desire to be taken to a pumpkin patch. Why didn't I act on this sooner. I'm sorry. I have failed you.

DAMIAN WAYNE X READER

WARNINGS: language

MASTER LIST in BIO

"How many are we looking for?"

You turn to look over your shoulder. He's two rows behind you, hands shoved into his jacket pockets, pushing leaves to the side with the toe of his boot as he stares down at a pumpkin.

"Well I need three," you explain, turning back to the one you're checking out. "I'm gonna carve the three little shits from The Nightmare Before Christmas. You can get as many as you want."

He rolls his eyes. As if he'd want more than one. His designs are always over the top, and always take twice as long as yours do. This year, he's decided to match your theme and copy the iconic curly hilltop scape from the same movie.

"I need a very round one and two tall skinny ones. If we can find them. I can work with all normal ones."

"I'm sure we can find a few to your specifications," he assures. He glances toward the rest of the field. The very big field. The hundreds of pumpkins. And, of course, the other people milling around. Some families, some couples, some clusters of friends.

It's the only one within five miles of Gotham. Tim and Steph are somewhere—up toward the barn getting apple cider, last be saw. You'd been passively browsing supermarkets and parking lot carts for going on two weeks now, and you can't seem to find the right few. Surely you'll find some here.

"What about this one?" he calls, crouching to get a better look at it. Short, fat. It could definitely remind him of that pudgy child with the skeleton shirt.

You step careful over the gourds left in the rows between you, stepping up behind him. He tilts it for your viewing, looking up for your verdict.

The fall sun is blindingly bright today, enjoying its clear skies. He wishes it would've covered up for a moment so it didn't blot your face in shadows for him. You've dressed so nicely today.

Even shadowed by the backlight, you brighten for the pumpkin. "Oh, that one's perfect! I'll get the clippers!" You hurry back down the isle to retrieve the wagon the farm owners gave you at the start and drag it back to him. Then, you kneel beside him with the clippers in hand. As you clamp the blades through the stem, he catches you whispering, "This is gonna look so fuckin' good."

He huffs out a laugh, and picks it up before you get the chance. "One down, three to go."

You follow him back to the wagon, as if you've got to keep an eye on the damned thing, lest he drop it or someone steal it. As if anything you've labeled perfect is something he isn't willing to fist fight a child over.

"What are you looking for?" you ask him, once your first pick is set safely in a back corner of the canvas lined basket.

"Anything will do," he shrugs one shoulder. "A flat face would be preferable."

You prop your hands on your hips and turn toward the bulk of the patch, still standing beside him.

He couldn't care less about the rolling landscape of orange and green and brown. He doesn't care what pumpkin he goes home with. He doesn't even care how the design turns out. Pumpkin carving isn't among his favorite traditions.

But you are. He got to sit on the edge of the bed this morning and watch you pick out clothes and style your hair. The whole townhouse smells like pumpkin spice and maple; it sticks to you, even beneath your favorite fragrance. He gets to stand here and look at you, in jeans and boots and one of his jackets, bathed in bright sunlight. You're glittering in excitement because you do love pumpkin carving.

Later, he's going to get to sit in the living room floor on a cheap plastic table cloth, scooping out cold, slimy pumpkin guts that he'll be digging out from under his nails all night, but it'll all be worth it when you set your pumpkins together on the front stoop. You'll turn on old Halloween favorites that you've watched every year since you were ten. You'll show him one more time how to turn the pumpkin leftovers into pumpkin pie and a spread for toast.

He'll scour this entire field for two skinny pumpkins. He'll walk all one hundred and forty-three rows, look at every pumpkin, to find whatever you want, if you'll walk with him and hold his hand. When you get cold, he'll squish your joined hands into his pocket to pull you just a little closer. Or maybe you'll hook your hand around the bend of his elbow and stick to his side.

He doesn't care if it takes all day. He'll load and carve as many pumpkins as you want. He'll buy you the whole field.

It might not be one of his favorite traditions, but it is one of yours, and that's basically the same thing, isn't it?

Tim calls both of your names, and he decides to ignore how lovely they sound together. You both turn to see he and Stephanie bounding over the rows, each with a disposable cup in either hand. The competitive glance Steph throws over her shoulder tells you that they're racing.

Steph wins. She holds one cup out to you. "We brought you cider," she pants. The cup is a warm relief from the New England chill against your palms.

Tim extends one to Damian when he catches up. "I spilled half of one of these. Don't remember which one."

[troperrific]

What are some things you are hoping to see in future chapters of ekuoto? Personally I really want to see the rebellion in the Heaven and it's direct aftermath (And I know i'll have to wait forever until I see that 😫)

Thank you for the ask!!

There are many, many things I’m hoping to see in future chapters, so I hope you don’t mind me rambling for a bit about the main ones… Most of these are just wishful thinking, my own delusional wondering, so no analysis to be found here. I’m going to divide them into categories so it’s easier to talk about them…:

Flashbacks, flashbacks and more flashbacks

There are plenty of things that get teased left and right in the manga, where we get only brief glances, and I kinda want to see all of them. To elaborate:

The rebellion in Heaven, its lead-up and the aftermath: I’m with you on this!! All of the little things we’ve seen so far make me want me to know more! Mammon quietly brooding how much the Archangels favor Priestie now, Beelzebub briefly mourning (?) the camaraderie the Demon Lords shared during their rebellion, I want to know everything about those relationships!! How were the DLs as angels? Why did they rebel? I’m betting it was something of a mix between Priestie’s painful (and in the DLs’ eyes, futile) devotion to God and Leah feeling/being neglected by her parents/father, but I wanna know the specifics!! Oh, and the fallen angels and Leviathan meeting for the first time! She saw them fall from the sky… I bet she was thrilled at first to see beings similarly strong to her, so this first stage of their dynamic has me curious!!

More Imuri flashbacks: I don’t care if it’s just kid Imuri or her past lovers/targets she tricked during her job as a femme fatale, I want more… it’d be fun to see the sort of inner justification she uses to none of her past guys being “The One”! Or the shared adventures of Asmo, Levi and Satan on Parenting Shenanigans!

Flashbacks about the four years time-skip of the first chapter: I want to see how Pristie’s first battles against Mammon and Beelzebub went! How Marco’s fanatical adoration started? How did Leah deal with fighting Mother Rosa’s corpse? How was Priestie’s first meeting with Leah, Barbara, Mikhail, etc? I also just want to see the younger Mr. Priest, I really enjoy how more abrasive, irritable and outwardly judgmental he was, so I wanna see him interact with more people. Because he’s adorable and hilarious!!

Dante and Vir flashbacks: What was their childhood under Nicholas like? How far did their relationship go? Like, did they ever even kiss or confessed to each other? What finally caused Vir to run away? Maybe we could see how Dante reacted upon first realizing Vir was a witch? Not really expecting it, but I’d like to see more on Dante and Rosa’s relationship!

Leah flashbacks: I really, really want to know how Leah came upon and mastered Alchemy. It’s a very unique power among all the miracle and magic users, and thematically, it really intrigues me. I also want to know about Leah’s time growing up under the Church’s care. Did anyone, particularly kids her age, resent her for surviving instead of those 79 exorcists? We already know about Priestie’s childhood under the Church and we got hints about Dante’s past with Vir and Nicholas, but we know almost nothing about Leah, other than the fact that Daniel was her doctor, so I’m very curious. Also, how did she meet Barbara, and why is the masked nun so devoted to Leah? How long has Leah been working with Mikhail and Barbara?

More under the cut!!

Dynamics

Look, I won’t lie, the thing that really pulled me into ekuoto in the first place were the demon/human relationships. This is what interests me the most about the story and what I’m always looking forward the most:

Satan/his frozen wife: Ever since I saw Satan talking to the woman in the ice, his “wife”, I’ve been wondering about their relationship. I hope that girl is Eve. I hope their relationship is super complicated. I hope his secret evil plan has much more to do with her than with Mr. Priest himself. I’m looking forward to the day she finally, officially, joins the cast!

Mammon/Tachibana: Look, if Tachibana’s back, then we eventually will get more details on how they met, right? And more development on their current relationship, I hope! I’m not sure where their dynamic is going, but I do think I’ll enjoy whatever it’s given to us. Also, I just want more details on Tachibana’s past and background, she really grew on me these past few chapters! Not even a flashback is necessary, just more information would be fine by me!

Beelzebub/Leah: This is yet another dynamic that I don’t think we’re done with… I’m of the opinion that it was a waste that, despite such an impactful flashback (that went on for almost 3 whole chapters!), neither their relationship nor Leah’s trauma were the actual focus of most of Part 3/Beelzebub’s arc. And although Leah’s feelings towards him are quite complex and messy, and that alone is interesting enough, we also don’t really know anything about how Beelzebub saw or felt about his ‘friendship’ with the younger Leah. Everything that I’ve seen fascinates me, because there are quite a few hints that there is more going on his side than meets the eye, but there’s also just enough stuff to make you dismiss it as him just being his sadistic self, and accept a first reading that it meant nothing to him. I’d like to see more, to see just what is the truth, but won’t set my hopes too high.

Asmodeus/Sarah: I knooooow that we’re likely done with these two for the most part, considering how nicely it was wrapped at the end of Part 4 and how we know how both Asmodeus and Sarah felt. However, I think it’d be fun to see a glimpse of Tobias coming to marry Sarah. He might’ve been the only good guy to become Sarah’s husband, so I want to see how Asmodeus reacted to that. I want her to be unreasonably jealous, possessive and wrathful towards a guy whose only crime is marrying the love of her life. Also, I just want to see her actually talk about Sarah with someone. Anyone! Hurt me again with the incredibly awful and toxic yuri, Arima-sensei, I’m not over them yet!!

Marco/Pristie: Sorry to all the Belphegor/Pristie enjoyers/fans, but this is the real pseudo BL bait to me!!… Silliness aside, most of the other exorcists we met don’t really venerate or worship Mr. Priest, and many of the main group do seem to see him as a kid than the “Boy Chosen by God”, so Marco’s pretty unique in his fanatical adoration! I really want to see more of it, and how it affects Mr. Priest. Older characters uncomfortably idolizing and putting younger characters on pedestals in stories is often a fun plot point for me, so I’m eagerly waiting for him to finally appear!

Imuri/Priestie: Everyone and their mother is waiting for the moment when Imuri’s real identity gets revealed, me included. I often do think and sometimes sigh about how I wish the author went harder with them, because I feel like there needs to be more… I dunno, passion or romance besides the stuff we’ve seen, but if the fact that Imuri and Pristie are currently rather superficial as a couple (neither ever really tries to get to know each other, Imuri is still more in love with being in love, Pristie is currently enamored with the “perfect innocent damsel” image that Imuri presents him) is a set-up for future developments, I’ll be glad. I’m sure it is for Imuri, but I sure hope the same will apply for Pristie.

Just more Demon Lords’ Hell Office Comedy Shenanigans: Exactly what it says on the tin. They’re a riot whenever they interact, so I’ll always welcome more! The same applies to the main exorcist group!! I want to know at least a little about every single dynamic, they’re funny as hell!

Leah and the Witches: I think it’d be a great opportunity for character development on both sides! Leah suffers because of Beelzebub’s actions and works for the Church, who provided her a place to live, while the witches suffer because of the Church and work for Beelzebub, who provided them a place to be be free. The witches (sans Vir) worship and put Beelzebub on a pedestal, whereas Leah has a more complicated view on him, which is mostly tainted by negative emotions due to the trauma inflicted on her. Surely there is something there to be explored? Different perspectives to be exchanged?

Teased plotlines

Marco coming to cause confusion because of Imuri/Pristie: Pretty much what I said above. Marco’s crazy vibes both amuse and scare me, so I welcome him with open arms. May his potential shenanigans finally push Imuri into smothering Priestie with her love.

Cass, where the hell are you??: Very curious as to who is Cass and what they could bring to the story! Perhaps they could shed more light on Imuri’s character! I also think it’d be fun to see Pristie be the one getting jealous and over imagining things for once! After all, Cass has known Imuri longer!! They could make Pristie feel threatened, right?

Pristie’s infantile omnipotence: Now, this is fully my whimsical delusions!! I’m very aware we’ll likely get Beserker!Pristie, a personified version of wrath and violence for the climax of his “corruption” arc, but I really do want to see him going full boy king tyrant on everything and everyone at some point! Because he’s asleep, I don’t have much hope, but I think it’d be fun if he briefly high jacked the “Ark of Dreams” from Belphegor! I’m not interested in seeing Priestie become a witch, under another person’s orders/authority… I want him to go farther, in order to regain his autonomy!! Something along the lines of Bel still expecting Pristie to behave like the cute kid he was, instead of the teenager Pristie actually is! So Pristie would just try to shape the world as he likes, regardless of what Bel wants! What he (Pristie) says goes! Though, this could be done in any other arc, as long as Pristie undermines other people’s agency… specially the few people he likes! This would be one of the most fun (temporary) outcomes, to me! (The “infantile omnipotence comment comes from this extra, by the way)…. Also, when Masses of Trash 2 inevitably comes and/or when he starts to actually attack people, it’d like it if he mirrored Nicholas in his violence. Punishment for the sake of instilling good morals and behavior, this sort of self-justification. I’m also hoping he’ll eventually harm the few people he cares about… faceless innocents would also be good but I don’t think we’ll see that? Nevertheless, I think it’d be good if he ended up harming someone who didn’t deserve it…

An entire arc set in Gehenna: This one hasn’t really been teased or anything, but I’d love love love if there was one!! C’mon, we have a character named Dante, let’s have him and others travel to Hell! I wanna see what it’s like!