#they became domestic with each other so quickly like goddamn.. money can do anything

[todayisafridaynight]

NOOOO RIGHT 'CAUSE LIKE... the way the Arakawa Family specialize in faking deaths already, I'm sure Jo was so on top of everything. And who better to walk Masato through it right... flight's the perfect time to get started if it's gonna take like fourteen hours...

BUT YES. YEAH. Like The Day Of he's just paralyzed with worry and caught between wanting to do something and not wanting to go against Aoki... maybe at most he chances calling Arakawa telling him to be careful, because that's not too conspicuous given his role in the dissolution, but Arakawa just gives him the old I'll Be Fine Worry About Yourself... and, you know, why shouldn't he; they've always had their enemies and he's Arakawa the Assassin, he can handle himself... he can let himself have that fleeting hope, but deep down... and THEN he finds out and has to act like he didn't mean anything to him and has to go back to his duties like nothing happened... OUGH

Can I just say. Literally such an insane fucking series of scenes in Coin Locker Baby. Because you get Jo's despondence when he's saying he might have killed Arakawa--he's being a bitch to provoke Ichiban into a fight, but it's also an admission his inaction played a part, isn't it... and then you get him expressing that he's familiar with Ichiban's need to protect Arakawa... and then you get the sheer desperation and insistence in his voice when he says he could never kill him... and then you get--I'm not totally sure how clear it is in English--but you get him actively saying his feelings go deeper than Ichiban's without really explaining how... and then you get the tinge of fondness when he's thinking back on the old days when Arakawa lived up to his name... Like. Why Did They Do That. Any Of That.

ALSO. GOD. I've gotten so much shit the past couple days because I said I want to lock Jo, Kume, and Tendo in a room for five minutes For My Entertainment. Reading those tags felt like coming home honestly 😭 Like, even Ichi was ready to kill someone over Arakawa, and Jo was out here threatening to disembowel people [in the dub]. And I Think They Should Be Allowed To. As A Treat. So FOR REAL the biggest "I'm so glad we get to talk" 😭😭😭

On that note genuinely so funny that I took an extra ten minutes re-rendering the video because I forgot to put the "flashback" part in Arakawa's subtitles at first but then nobody read it 😭

But it's also something I've been mulling over because I'm delusional. Getting actors as high-profile as Nakai and Takei back for just A Flashback is kinda crazy to me because Arakawa and Jo's screen-time took up a full four percent of the entire game [over ten percent of the cutscenes] originally. But then if it's multiple flashbacks equivalent to that... what exactly is going on here that the past is so intertwined...

And Because My Brain Is Evil there is the fact that technically speaking, Yokoyama only said that line was from a flashback, and specified Arakawa wouldn't be appearing in the main story. Now of course a normal person would interpret that as him reassuring the audience he won't appear in any present-day scenes, but part of me was like. Oh So A Side Story Is On The Table [<- it's not it's fucking not it will not be in a million years]

JUST. WHAT ARE YOU GUYS COOKING WHY IS THE KITCHEN DOOR CLOSED WHY ARE THE WINDOWS BLACKED OUT

ANYWAYS that's enough from me for today I am [as always] glad you enjoyed One Missed Call and Kyouen, ABSOLUTE bangers

YAYA THATS WHAT IM SAYIN YOU GET IT. UNSURPRISINGLY BUT YOU GET IT ಥ▽ಥ

no but thats what i MEAN like i already was jokin with myself like 'jo and arakawa probably had A Thing right lmao' BUT THEN THE WAY JO TALKED BOUT ARAKAWA AND OBVI THE GENERAL FACT HE COULDNT KILL HIM REALLY JUST MADE ME (。・∀・??) AND REAALLLY LOOK AT EM CLOSER THE SECOND TIME AROUND like genuinely for what. it will fuck me up until i'm dead and gone SOOO unnecessary and yet they did it..

wack that people wouldnt want to see kume and tendo stuck in a room with jo like. from what i know everyone is a part of the We Hate Kume gang so. cmon. kume will be shredded into candy floss within five minutes. it'll be fun (๑❛ᴗ❛๑)

OK BUT NAKAI AND TSUTSUMI'S STATUS WAS A BIG REASON WHY I DIDNT THINK ARAKAWA NOR JO WOULD BE BACK FOR LAD8 THAT'S SO VALID TO CONSIDER THAT its that idea that just has me especially wondering what the plan is. im not expecting them to have MAJOR parts (or in arakawa's case too many flashback segments) but they MUST have a SUBSTANTIAL amount to warrant bringing them back right..

[goddessofthundathighs]

Hoe Ass Erik: The House Special

The third, and possible last chapter of this series! I hope you guys enjoyed the ride!

Pairing: MIT/Dom!Erik x Black OC

Warning: NSFW; Daddy Kink

Word Count: 2,500-ish

Premise: Erik gives his right hand woman the act right she’s been missing

The last few weeks for Hennessy had been absolutely shitty! Her sales were lower than normal due to school being out for the summer, the latest strain that she was developing had been nothing but a failure since she began, and to put the icing on the cake, she hadn’t had her back blown out in almost 2 months. It wasn’t like she didn’t have options that she could call on to scratch that itch, but none of them compared to HIM.

Hennessy and Erik had a special relationship. She had unintentionally become his roommate and dealer when he came to MIT and he quickly became her best friend and personal bodyguard. They told each everything and every now and then, fed each other’s… needs. Erik spoiled her— anything her tiny little heart wanted, he made sure she had, even if that meant being passed out in bed for several hours after going toe to toe with him and his beast of a libido. However, ever since she proposed the escort idea to him, his time had been spread between different dates several nights a week. In the beginning it didn’t bother her, after all it was her idea and she did enjoy the extra money. But now, it seemed as though his dates were cutting into her time, and being the spoiled little brat that he had created, Henny was more than a little frustrated.

The sounds of cabinets slamming and loud banging woke Erik from his slumber.

“Shy what the fuck you doing in here?” he screamed as he made his way into their shared living room.

“Two very potent samples of my Kreole Kush are missing, Stevens. They were here last night before your hoe ass friends came over, and now they’re gone!”

She was seething. She hated how careless and irresponsible Erik could be, especially when there was pussy involved.

“Man calm your ass down! Them girls didn’t take your shit,” he says moving towards her in the kitchen. “You probably overlooking it.”

“I’ve searched this entire kitchen and it’s not here, so where the fuck is it , Stevens?!”

“Aye, watch who you cursing at little girl. I ain’t one of these weak ass niggas you used to.”

“And I ain’t none of these thot ass hoes you used to! I don’t give three fucks about you poking out your chest or raising your goddamn voice! You ain’t my damn daddy and you don’t run shit here!”

Erik stood dumbfounded. Hennessy hadn’t spoken to him in that tone since the day he stumbled on her doorstep. Taking a moment to look over her tired form, Erik caught the slight glint of lust in her eyes as her chest heaved in anger and she stared at his shirtless body.

“See something you like, babygirl?” Erik teased.

Henny assumed her eyes had given her away as they lingered over his muscular torso a little bit too long. She quickly regained her composure, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing that all he had to do was flex a little bit and her attitude would soon be forgotten. Instead, she straightened her posture, pushed her glasses back up on her face and quickly pushed past him.

“What the fuck ever,” she called back before slamming the door.

Hennessy always found solace in the campus greenhouse. There she was free to be herself surrounded by the beautiful plants she loved so much, many of which she cultivated. Placing her earbuds in her ear, she began trying to figure out where she was going wrong with her latest strain. She was so engulfed in her music and research that she didn't notice the handsome man invade her personal space until he placed a gentle hand on her shoulder.

“Shit, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to startle you,” the stranger spoke. “I’m new here and I was trying to find some bud. I was told to ask for Shy.”

She found herself at a loss for words. This man was BEYOND fine. He was taller than her, at least 5’11 and muscular. Jesus his muscles! He looked as though he was carved from the finest stone, every inch of him chiseled and perfectly defined. His warm tan skin was riddled with tattoos and his blonde stringy hair reminded her of a bowl of ramen noodles, and she was more than willing to slurp every last—

“Oh, yeah, sorry I had headphones in. But nice to meet you, I’m Shy.” she responds, attempting to gain control of her salacious thoughts.

He holds out a hand to her before speaking. She shakes and relishes in his strong grasp.

“Nice to meet you Shy, I’m Ares.”

“Like the God?” she responds, one eyebrow raised.

“Like the God,” he affirms, smiling to reveal perfect pearly white teeth. Henny felt her knees grow weak. Not since she met Erik had a guy made her feel this type of heat between her thighs and due to her current drought, she was almost willing to risk it all right here in the greenhouse. ALMOST.

“So what exactly are you looking for, Ares?” she asked as she looked over the strains in the greenhouse. It took some convincing, but Shy was able to get the dean to approve of cultivation of a few medical marijuana strains to help students that couldn’t afford traditional treatment.

“Honestly, my nerves have been getting the best of me lately and I just need something to mellow me out,” he responds, invading her personal space to push back a loose curl. She could tell that he knew the effect he was having on her and was using it to his advantage, much like a certain gigolo back in her apartment. Speaking of her apartment…

“I have exactly what you need, but we won’t find it in here,” she says, smiling innocently. “Let’s go back to my apartment. I’ve got a special blend.”

The two make the short journey back to the apartment making small talk about their interests and about what brought them to MIT. She learns that he’s an engineering major and a transfer from Harvard. She speaks on her love for nature and plants and he tells her about his passion for football. The two converse as though they’ve known one another for years, but Henny tends to have that effect on people.

When they arrive, Henny notices Erik’s jeep still parked outside. She usually makes clients wait outside the door while she gathers what they need, but she was still more than a little spicy from her earlier encounter with Erik and wanted to shake things up a bit.

“How much were you looking to get?” she asked, making her way to the kitchen.

“At least an ounce, but it gotta be top tier bud if I’m spending this much,” he teased, pulling the stack of bills from his bag. He already knew that Shy’s weed was unmatched, having smoked some of her Kali Dream with a few of his old teammates.

“Nigga everybody knows my shit is top tier. The question is, can you handle it?” She retorts, pulling down her namesake strain and stepping into his personal space.

The sound of a male’s voice pulls Erik from his studies. He rounds the corner to see Henny standing unnecessarily close to some mystery nigga in their kitchen. He clears his throat loudly to make his presence known.

“Hello to you too Big Nigga,” Henny responds, still facing Ares.

“Monaé,” he barks back, threatening edge evident. Ooh, someone’s spicy.

“I wasn’t aware that we had company babygirl,” he sneers, sizing Ares up.

“Y’all don’t, but she does,” Ares responds, turning to face Erik before squaring his shoulders. Oh, shit!

Before the two could go toe to toe in the middle of her kitchen, Henny gives Ares the bud, collects her payment, and sees him out of the apartment, promising to hang out with him again soon.

“Who the fuck was that?” Erik snaps as she makes her way back to the kitchen.

“A client,” she responds, shrugging her shoulders.

“Aight little girl. Don’t get your little boyfriend’s head bussed,” Erik says before walking back towards his room. Henny rolled her eyes and smirked to herself. Someone’s afraid of a little competition.

As the weeks progressed, Henny and Ares began spending more and more time together. He brought an increase to her clientele, helped her finish her fluke strain which she named after him, and overall provided her companionship while Erik was busy with his “extracurricular activities”.

One Saturday night, she found herself home alone with nothing to do. Missing the taste of a home cooked meal, she grabbed her apron and started on she and Erik's favorite meal: Chicken Marsala. She was still in the kitchen cooking when Erik walked back into the apartment. He would never admit it, but he loved seeing her in a domesticated state, like his own personal housewife. Smirking slightly, he slowly crept up behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist and snuggled into her neck.

“Stop it, Areeeiiiikkk.” Oh fuck! She tried to catch herself but it was too late. He had heard her slip and in an instant his right hand detached from her waist to around her throat, turning her around to face him. 

“I must be trippin’. I know damn well you didn’t just call me that nigga’s name,” he growled, nose brushing lightly against hers. His ego was more than a little bruised. No matter what he did, he knew he could always come home to his Henny and she’d be right there waiting, no questions asked. He took a step back to observe his little bundle of cuteness (he’d never admit out loud that he called her this) and noticed a nice sized purple bruise just under her left ear. Now he was pissed.

“You been giving away what’s mine, Monaé?”

“No,” she half lied. Though she and Ares hadn’t had sex yet, they had had more than a few steamy make-out sessions back at his apartment.

Erik tightened his hold just slightly, watching her eyes roll back in her head.

“You wouldn’t lie to me would you, Princess?”

Her knees grew weak at the sound of her favorite pet name.

“No,” she responded again, attempting to regain control of her breathing.

“Nah, I don’t believe you,” he says, reaching around her to turn off the stove and guiding her to her bedroom.

“You know Princess, if you wanted Daddy’s dick all you had to do was ask. You know I have no problems clearing my schedule for you,” he says caressing her thighs through her leggings.

Hennessy knew she was in trouble. She had dealt with many different versions of Erik, but jealous Erik? That was a different beast. He gave her no warning before she was pressed against her bedroom door, leggings around her ankles and Erik’s face between her legs. He drank from her as though her juices were his lifesource.

“Eriiikkk,” she whined as she felt her orgasm creeping closer.

“Oh, now you know my name?” he questions against her clit, the vibrations sending shockwaves throughout her core. He continued to lick her through her orgam reveling in the sight of her coming undone above him.

“Did I give you permission to cum, Monaé?” he asked, fingers rubbing slow circles around her clit. She shook her head ‘no’, but a punishing slap to her core brought her back to reality.

“Now you know I prefer verbal communication, Princess. Now I’m gonna ask you again, did..I..give..you..permission..to..cum?” he asked, his fingers touching her g-spot with every word.

“Fuck..NO!” she screamed as orgasm number two washed over her.

Satisfied with his Princess’ current state, he removed his fingers and lifted himself from the floor. He sucked her juices from his fingers before removing his pants. He gave her no time to breathe before he lifted her from the floor and impaled her with his thick shaft. This position always had her weak for him because there was nowhere she could run and nothing she could latch onto to keep herself from losing control and completely surrendering to him, except him.

“You hurt my feelings Hennessy,” he purred, delivering slow, steady strokes so that she could feel every single inch of him.

“Not only did you call me by your little boyfriend’s name, but you let him mark that beautiful skin. MY SKIN,” he emphasized directly into her ear, causing her to grip his dreads tightly.

“You don’t wanna be mine anymore, baby? You want me to let you go? Just say the word mama and I’ll let go,” he growls, slowly releasing his grip on her thighs. Her hands instantly gripped the front of his shirt, the fear of falling suddenly washing over her.

“No, no, no!” she begged, holding onto him a little tighter.

“You still mine, Princess?” he asked still slowly stroking her sweet spot.

“Yes Daddy,” she purred, throwing her head back.

“Oh, so I’m Daddy again, huh? I thought I was Big Nigga.”

She clawed at his shirt still trying to keep herself balanced in his arms.

“Why you entertaining that other nigga then if I’m Daddy?” he asked, repositioning her in his grasp so that he could pound into her a little harder. He reapplied his hand to her throat when she took a little too long to answer his question. 

“I’m talking to you little girl!” he growled.

“To..to..to..make you jealousss,” she whined out, mind clouded in ecstasy.

Erik stopped all motion at her admission. She lifted her head to meet his eyes and saw a flash of hurt before jealous Erik resurfaced. He tossed her on the bed and climbed up her body, peppering soft kisses up her sternum.

“I’m going to make you regret that,” he promised, before sinking his teeth into her neck.

Erik slammed into her full force, causing her to dig her nails in his back and bite his shoulder to keep her screams at bay.

“Nah mama, what I tell you about verbal communication? Let them screams out,” he said before pounding into her g-spot with a vengeance.

“I’m sorrryyyyyy,” she moaned out, clawing at the sheets for leverage.

“Whatchu sorry for babygirl?” he asked, knowing full well her brain wasn’t able to form complete sentences.

“For..for..for being a braaattt and trying to..to..make you jealous!”

Henny was a mess. Erik was deconstructing her piece by piece, like a puzzle that only he knew the solution to.

“You done playing games with me?” he asked as his strokes began to become sloppy.

“Yes Daddy,” she replies, feeling that familiar tightening in her core.

“You done with that bratty shit?”

“Yes Daddy,” she cried again, brain stuck on autopilot.

“Cum for me then, Princess. Show Daddy this pussy still his!”

On cue, Hennessy squirted harder than she ever had before, coating Erik’s entire torso with her juices. He came shortly after her, painting her abdomen with his seed. They both took a moment to catch their breath before he took her chin in his hand, lifting her face to meet his eyes.

“Listen, I know I haven’t been spending as much time with you as I used to and I’m sorry. But you mine, babygirl and I don’t wanna do this shit no more. I don’t like feeling like I have to share you and you shouldn’t feel like you gotta share me. You my girl, right?”

“Yes Erik,” she replied sleepily. He took a moment to clean her up before placing a gentle kiss on her forehead and tucking her into bed.

The sunlight shining through her bedroom window woke Hennessy from her slumber. Her entire body ached, reminding her of the night she had with Erik. She hobbled to the kitchen to see it completely cleaned and the dinner she was making the night before finished and put away. She smiled to herself before retrieving her phone from her nightstand.

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