#which I guess is fine. just lonely. but I'm lonely anyways so

[tae-tudes]

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[neverendingford]

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[mcflymemes]

THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT - THE ANTHOLOGY BY TAYLOR SWIFT PROMPT LIST *  assorted lyrics from the album, some lines slightly adapted for meme purposes but feel free to adjust as necessary

even if it's handcuffed, i'm leaving here with you.

trust me. i can handle a dangerous man.

i love you. it's ruining my life.

does it feel all right to not know me?

i am who i am 'cause you trained me.

quick. tell me something awful.

i loved you the way that you were.

we were just kids, babe.

i can fix him.

you and i go from one kiss to getting married.

you said i'm the love of your life.

way up there, i actually love it.

i just don't understand how you don't miss me.

do you hate me?

did you think i had it in me?

what if i told you i'm back?

i still miss the smoke.

i'm not trying to exaggerate, but i think i might die if it happened.

you look like stevie nicks.

it's hell on earth to be heavenly.

i still can't believe it.

this happens once every few lifetimes.

didn't you hear? they called it all off.

it's happening again.

my friends say it isn't right to be scared.

i might just die.

fuck you if i can't have us.

tell me about the first time you saw me.

are you gonna marry, kiss, or kill me?

no one's ever had me... not like you.

stay away from her.

there wouldn't be this if there hadn't been you.

i don't think you've changed much.

that's where i was when i lost it all.

life was always easier on you than it was on me.

i hoped you'd return.

do you believe me now?

what if your eyes looked up and met mine one more time?

what are the chances you'd be downtown?

is it something i did?

oh, we must stop meeting like this.

they say what doesn't kill you makes you aware.

i'm not a donor, but i'd give you my heart if you needed it.

looking backwards might be the only way to move forwards.

the story isn't mine anymore.

what a charming saturday!

none of it is changing.

wild winds are death to the candle.

one bad seed kills the garden.

i'm bitter, but i swear i'm fine.

this place made me feel worthless.

i didn't want to come down.

everything had been above board.

blood's thick, but nothing like a payroll.

you can mark my words that i said it first.

the professor said to write what you know.

all of this to say, i hope you're okay.

your words are still just ringing in my head.

i built a legacy which you can't undo.

who do i have to speak to to change the prophecy?

the effects were temporary.

no, i'm not coming to my senses.

babe, you gotta fake it 'til you make it.

you know you're good when you can even do it with a broken heart.

i guess a lesser woman would've lost hope.

thought of calling you, but you won't pick up.

you're a professional.

long may you reign.

you're an animal. you are bloodthirsty.

now i seem to be scared to go outside.

i don't believe in good luck.

i hate it here.

if i'd been there, i'd hate it.

only the gentle survived.

i'm lonely, but i'm good.

you have no room in your dreams for regrets.

i thought it was just goodbye for now.

are you still a mind reader?

let it once be me.

i haven't decided yet.

i still dream of him.

i'm so afraid i sealed my fate.

it was always the same searing pain.

i can't forgive the way you made me feel.

it wasn't a fair fight or a clean kill.

she used to say she wished that you were dead.

tell me all your secrets.

they tried to warn you about me.

you're in terrible danger.

i'm the life you chose.

yes, i'm haunted, but i'm feeling just fine.

no one asks any questions here.

tell me i'm despicable. say it's unforgivable.

i'm running back home to you.

you should see your faces.

you knew the price going in.

was any of it true?

who the fuck was that guy?

i don't ever want you back.

did you sleep with a gun underneath our bed?

you don't get to tell me you feel bad.

you wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me.

am i allowed to cry?

there's no such thing as bad thoughts. only your actions talk.

they're going to crucify me anyway.

i know i'm just repeating myself.

that's the closest i've come to my heart exploding.

[mentally-a-slut]

Three Days (Arthur Morgan x Fem! Reader) (SMUT)

Anddddd here we are! Part two of 'Staring Problem'! This can be read as a stand alone, but if you want a suggestive lead up, then go read part one! I tried my best with this one, but I haven't written explicit smut like this in a long time, so go easy on me! Writing this also reminded me that I loathe writing in second person, so from here on out I think I'll either do first or third. I won't bore you with details here, but I'll put up a separate post updating y'all on some stuff. Anyway, enjoy, and please leave feedback! Silent readers are appreciated but leaving comments helps me get motivated to continue! Even just a one word comment or an emoji helps! - Azi >:)

Summary: Arthur's been gone on a job for three days, which isn't a new development. However, a new development in your relationship just before he left leave you wanting. But fear not, as your troubles will be soon solved!

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: unprotected PinV sex, smut, oral (f receiving), overall filth, reader is female, unedited (sorry), probably OOC Arthur but we're here for dick not character analysis!

You had always hated when Arthur went away on jobs, but ever since he left you hanging, your distaste for his long absences had grown.

You hadn't seen the man in three days, only getting a parting kiss and a heavy, heated promise as a farewell. The first day he was gone, you were mostly in awe of what had happened, wistfully going about your day and daydreaming of things to come.

The second day left you a little frustrated, the ache for him only growing with his absence. The other girls had noticed too, only making you more irritable as they teased you relentlessly for your obvious attitude change.

The third day was when you started to get worried. He'd been gone on longer jobs than this before, but you still couldn't help the nervous bouncing of your leg as you sat across from Tilly, trying to busy yourself with patching up some clothes.

"I'm sure he's fine. He's been gone much longer than this before."

Your lips contorted into a line, eyebrows knitted as you shook off the pain of the needle piercing the soft pad of your thumb. "I know. Just miss him, I guess."

Tilly just smiled and let you work in silence alongside her.

Arthur had gone to rob some stagecoach close to Emerald Ranch, along with Javier and Micah. You trusted Javier to help bring him back safely, but the addition of Micah made you nervous. He had a reputation of losing his cool and endangering the lives of everyone in a five mile radius.

Abigail had been very helpful the last couple of days. She understood every minor shift in your demeanor in the time he was gone. John was no stranger to long jobs, so Abigail knew exactly how it felt to sit idle while the men were out in danger.

John tried to be helpful, saying things about how Arthur had been bled half to death before and still made it back alive, but that only made things worse. You appreciated the effort, though.

It was getting close to evening now, the light of the sun slowly disappearing behind the horizon. You tried not to feel disappointed, knowing that if they were on the way back, they would likely stop and make camp for another night before arriving. Riding at night was never good unless they were on the way to a job. Riding back during the day was safer, and helped them keep an eye out for any witnesses or general hinderances along the way.

Just as you were about to resign yourself to your lonely bedroll for the night, the sound of rumbling hooves shook the ground under your feet.

You whipped your head around to see three healthy horses slowing to a walk near the hitch posts, each one carrying an upright, unharmed figure. You silently cursed the fact that Micah had made it back alive, but figured it was too much to hope that you'd get Arthur back and get rid of Micah in one day.

You didn't care what it looked like to the others, throwing all cares out as you rushed over to greet the man that had been haunting your thoughts for the last three days. He was just finishing up tying his big black shire to the post, taking the weight off his horse for the night, when you tackled him into a hug.

He stumbled slightly, your arms wrapping tightly around his waist as he snaked an arm around yours to steady himself. His breath tickled the top of your head as he chuckled. "Miss me?"

You scoffed and pulled your head from his chest, still gripping the sides of his jacket as you looked up at him. "You were gone three days!"

He smiled down at you and pulled you back against him, settling his other hand to cradle your head against his chest. "I missed you too, sweetheart."

All of a sudden, he withdrew, his eyes landing on the man a few feet away that was tending to his horse. "Javier!"

He turned. "Yeah, Arthur?"

"Tell Dutch me and my lady are goin' on a little vacation for a while, will ya?"

Javier nodded with a smirk, and you shrieked as Arthur lifted you onto his horse without warning. He followed shortly after, kicking his horse into a fast walk as a few wolf whistles resounded from camp.

You held onto his waist tightly as he sped up. "Where are we goin'?"

"Just into town."

"What are we gonna do there so late at night?"

You felt more than heard his responding chuckle. "Get a room."

"Oh. Oh."

The excitement that tingled through your body was electric, buzzing the whole ride there.

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You would have flustered at the knowing look on the hotel receptionist's face if you had been at all aware of anything but Arthur.

Arthur thanked the man before leading you up the stairs to the room, his large hand gripping yours the whole way there. You expected him to jump straight into action the second the door closed behind you, but instead his strong arms pulled you into a hug.

His arms encircled you and pressed you against him as he nestled his face into your neck. The vibration of his words against your neck sent sparks through your body straight to your core. "Thought about you the whole time."

You sighed into him, holding onto his as if he would disintegrate upon letting go. He only pulled back to gently tilt your chin up, pressing a sweet kiss against your lips.

The kiss was so soft, so filled with emotion, his fingers brushing lovingly across your cheek as your lips molded together. You were the one to lean into it, chapped lips parting and teeth nipping lightly at him.

The responding noise from him fueled your desire more, the desperate groan making your whole body ache for his touch. His hands moved from your waist to your hips, fingers bunching up in the fabric of your shirt as he fought your tongue with his.

When his rough fingers brushed against the bare skin of your waist, you whined into the kiss, arching into him. He chuckled against your lips, brushing his hands even further up your shirt and coming to a stop just under your tits.

You broke the kiss just for a moment to lift your shirt over your head, discarding it wildly behind you. You yelped as he lifted you and spun you around, walking you backwards towards the bed. You tugged him down on top of you, slipping a hand under his shirt to feel to ripples of muscle on his chest and stomach.

"Arthur," you whined, tugging at his shirt. He got the hint, discarding his shirt before meeting your lips again. His kiss was rougher this time, wet and messy as he took in the feeling of your body against his. You brought your legs up to circle around his waist, and you whimpered when he pressed his hips forward against yours, his hardened cock straining against his pants.

You tangled your hands in his hair, tugging lightly. He squeezed your hips in response, kissing down your neck and nipping at the skin on your chest.

His hands snaked around your back, undoing your bra without even pausing. He broke the kiss only when he pulled the straps down, revealing your chest to the open air. Your first instinct was to cover yourself, but he didn't even give you the chance.

You didn't have the brain capacity to be embarrassed at the sound that came out of you when he took a nipple into his mouth, gripping the other with his large hand. He groaned against you, his erection brushing against you. He was growing harder by the second, the mere sight of you arousing him intensely.

His unoccupied hand stroked down your stomach, slipping two fingers in the waistband of your pants. You nodded and begged desperately, writhing against him. "Please! Please, Arthur..."

He moved his lips to your other nipple, quickly unbuttoning your pants and ridding you of both them and your panties in one movement. His lips separated from your chest as he moved up to you, staring into your eyes with intense lust. "I'm gonna get you ready, baby, that okay?"

Your heart swelled with emotion, only intensifying your desire. Even when he was desperate with lust, he looks at you with such caring, always making sure your okay. "Yes, yes, please!"

He smiled at you before kissing you sweetly, slowly kissing down your body. You whined as his hot breath brushed your core, your head tilting up to look at him between your legs.

His eyes glittered with amusement as they met yours, a teasing finger brushing your inner thigh. It was so close to where you needed it, but so far. "You're a tease."

He chuckled, "Can't help it when you look so pretty beggin' for me."

You threw your head back and groaned, half in frustration and half in arousal. Your noise quickly shifted to a whine when he suddenly slid a finger across you folds, head fuzzy with pleasure. "So wet already. All for me, sweetheart?"

You groaned and nodded, hips shifting towards him in an attempt to get him to do it again. "Ah, use your words."

Your words were half whimpered. "Yes! All for you, only for you, please!"

"Good girl."

He swiped his finger through your folds again, this time teasing his fingertip around your aching entrance. You bucked against him when his thumb brushed against your clit, breathing coming out in short, whiny sighs. "Please."

"Whatever you say, baby."

You moaned as a finger slid into you, his thumb pressing harder against your clit. Before you could complain at the lose of stimulation when he removed his thumb, his lips connected and sucked harshly. Your moans were surely loud enough to be heard, but the pleasure that wracked your body was so overwhelming you couldn't bring yourself to care.

His finger slowly moved in and out, brushing against your sensitive walls as his tongue assaulted your clit. You tangled a hand in his hair, tugging harder than you intended. He groaned against you, making a jolt of pleasure shoot through you.

The stretch of another finger was added, making you cry out. It wasn't enough to be painful, just enough to make you stretch around him so deliciously. He pulled his lips off of you and looked down at you, eyes hungrily watching as your cunt swallowed up his fingers. You looked down at him, lips parted with pleasure as he worked his fingers inside you. "More."

He glanced up at you with a smirk, slipping in a third finger. It sent a small jolt of discomfort through you, but it was quickly overwhelmed with pleasure as the third finger pressed against the most sensitive parts of your walls. "Oh, fuck, Arthur!"

"Feel good, huh?"

"Yes! Please, please, I'm gonna cum!"

He sped up, his fingers pumping in and out of your relentlessly. He leaned back in to swirl his tongue against your clit, which made you walls start spasming around him. Your thighs tensed, threatening to close around him, but he pulled back and held your legs open.

"Go on, baby, I wanna see your pretty face when you cum."

You couldn't form any words as his fingertips curled inside you and prodded against you in a way that made you see stars. His encouraging words only pushed you closer and closer.

"Good girl, doin' so good for me." You moaned and clenched around his fingers, muscles spasming as the dam broke. Your eyes rolled back into your head as you came, short, whiny moans escaping your lips as he fingered you through it.

With a gentle kiss against your clit that made you twitch, he pulled his fingers out of you and rose to look at you. You forced your eyes open, smiling breathlessly up at him. "You okay?"

You couldn't help but laugh, pulling him in for a passionate kiss. "More than okay. That was amazing."

He smiled and kissed you again, slow and loving. You knew you could tell him you were done for the night and he would agree in a heartbeat, not even caring about his own unresolved desires. But his sweet kiss only fueled another spark, already tingling through your body. His moaned against your lips as you arched against him, legs moving to wrap around his waist and pull him against you.

He pulled away with a raised eyebrow. "You're a needy one, aren't you?"

"Only for you."

You pulled him back down, kissing him roughly and pressing your hands all over his bare skin. His hips bucked forward when you tugged at his waistband, his desperation shining through even when he tried to stifle it.

You pushed him back, catching him off guard and shoving him onto the bed. He chuckled and shifted further back, letting you swing your leg across his hips and straddle him. You leaned down to kiss down his neck, smiling at the soft murmurs of content as you nipped at his collarbone.

You reached between the two of you, unbuttoning his jeans and shoving them down. He helped you and kicked them the rest of the way off, leaving him in only his boxers. You stared down at the bulge that strained against the white fabric, a wet spot of pre cum soaking a part of it. You looked down at him with a proud smile. "I do that to you?"

His hands slid up your thighs and caressed you hips. "You do so much to me. More than you could ever imagine."

You leaned down to kiss him, pouring all your emotions of admiration and lust into it. His hands moved to your ass, squeezing as he groaned against your lips. Your hips pressed down against his. sending a shock of pleasure through you as your clit brushed against his clothed bulge.

He would have been content to kiss you like that forever, but you were growing more and more desperate with each touch. You slid your fingers into his boxers without breaking the kiss, gently stroking his cock. His reaction spurred you on, and you pushed his boxer down to release him.

You marveled at his size as he helped you discard his underwear, leaving him fully bare underneath you. He was thick, and longer than anyone else you'd ever had. Your hand continued to slowly stroke up and down his shaft, thumb smearing the beads of precum around him. You were transfixed on him, lost in the feeling of his soft skin against your palm.

"Fuck, baby, as pretty as you look doin' that, I don't wanna cum just yet."

You slowed your movements to a stop and looked up at him with a soft smile. The admiration you felt for the man beneath you was overwhelming, and you didn't know if you could ever truly explain to him how much he meant to you.

You slowly moved to kiss him again, soft and sweet. You let your hips relax against his, smirking as his hips shifted under you to gain friction. You moved your hips against his shaft, your cunt dragging against him. You continued grinding on him, breathing growing heavier as the tip of his cock teased at your entrance with each movement.

After a few more seconds of torturing him, you lifted your hips and gripped his cock, prodding him against you entrance. Before you moved, you pulled away from his kiss, sitting up and placing a hand on his chest for balance. He groaned as he looked up at you, poised above his cock, cunt dripping with anticipation.

Emotion shone in his eyes, gaze still so loving even when clouded with lust. With a sigh, you lowered yourself slightly, taking his tip inside. You knew it was going to be a stretch, so you had to restrain yourself and take it slow.

He groaned at the sight of your cunt swallowing him, even just the tip of him. You held his gaze as you lowered another two inches, fingers gripping his chest at the slight stretch. Soon, his hands gripped your hips tightly as he helped you sink down all the way, clit brushing against him as you were finally fully seated against his pelvis.

Your eyes were dark with lust, cunt clenching around his cock as you adjusted. His eyes flickered over you, rapidly moving between your joined bodies, your heaving chest, and your face. "So perfect. Take me so well."

His words spurred you to move, lifting your hips slightly and moaning sweetly as you sank back down. The pain of the stretch had completely disappeared, replaced with a blinding pleasure. You rolled your hips a few more times before rising further, speeding up.

His hands held your hips tightly, his thighs tensing as he tried to hold himself back. "Fuck, sweetheart, look at you. Swallowing me up like that."

His words only increased your desire, your hips rising and falling faster, legs lifting you further off his cock. His moaned as he stuttered out praises, hands tightening on your hips as you rose fully off him and slammed back down again. Your pace increased, his length filling you up perfectly and brushing against the sensitive spots within you.

You struggled to hold yourself as you got closer and closer, pace faltering. You whined, every breath coming out as a soft moan. "You're doin' so good baby, want me to take over?"

You managed a messy nod, and his hips immediately rose up to meet yours, hands moving your hips up and down on him. You threw your head back as your cunt spasmed, orgasm coming down hard and fast. "I'm- fuck! Gonna cum!"

"Go 'head baby, I've got you."

With his words, you moaned with your release, his cock still pounding into you as you rode it out. Your senses were fuzzy, everything covered in a blanket of pleasure. You didn't even realize he had flipped you over, your head against the soft pillow. As your vision cleared, you looked up at him, blissful smile on your face.

"You did so good, honey, think you can gimme another?"

You nodded blearily, spreading your legs further as he continued thrusting into at a ruthless pace. You were building up to another one fast, barely even recovered from your previous one. His hand rested against your throat, grounding you but not squeezing. "So gorgeous, my pretty girl. Look so good stuffed full of my cock."

You moaned pathetically, hands going up to hold his face and grip his hair. "You feel so good, Arthur, I- I love how you make me feel."

He groaned in response, slamming into your cunt even faster. "So tight for me, gonna make me cum. Where d'ya want me?" He struggled to get the question out, his voice stammering through moans.

"Inside. Fill me up, Arthur."

His hand tightened around your throat for a moment at your words, and he moaned loudly. "Fuck, you're gonna kill me."

His movements grew sloppier, fingers pressing against your throat as he pressed his lips to yours in a messy kiss. With a few more thrusts, your own orgasm came to a head, only slightly preceding his.

His groaned against your lips and your walls clenched around him, his cum painting your insides as you milked him. He fucked you through it, kiss growing softer as he slowed to a stop. He stilled inside you, pulling back to look in your eyes.

You looked back at him, lips curled into a soft smile as he rested his forehead against yours. He pulled out carefully, planting a sweet kiss on your lips to distract you from any discomfort.

He shifted to lay next to you, turning his head to look at you. "You okay?"

You smiled and looked at him. "With you? Always."

[suzukiblu]

Fic concept! AKA another soulmate AU. Working title: "kidnapping your soulmate for fun and profit".

Tim meets Superboy--Robin meets Superboy--and it goes, like . . . fine, he guesses. It's fine. They fight Metallo and Poison Ivy and don't die, though Superboy kinda looked like he wanted to when the kryptonite ring was happening to him.

Tim is a thorough little Bat-bastard, of course, so the day after all that goes down, he breaks into Cadmus. Well--breaks into their system, anyway. He figures knowing more about Superboy for the inevitable next time they meet up won't hurt, considering. Fully understanding potential allies' capabilities is--

There's photos in Superboy's file.

This would be completely irrelevant to everything, if those photos weren't specifically of Superboy's soulmark, which is so invasive and offensive that Tim feels kind of sick.

And also if that soulmark weren't the exact same one that showed up on him a few months back.

Well . . . okay, that's a . . . thing.

Tim has several sexuality crisises at once, then remembers platonic soulmates exist. But also he immediately had the sexuality crisises instead of ever thinking of platonic soulmates as being an option, which does not bode well for the "platonic"-ness of this particular soulmark.

Well, that's a whole thing now, he guesses.

Then he remembers that Poison Ivy kissed and mind-controlled Superboy. And also that Superboy, like, lives with his manager. His creepy, not very responsible, easily-blackmail-able manager. And also just . . . everything else he knows about the guy's life. Everything. All at once.

Tim has several more crisises and then calls Dick Grayson to freak out on him.

Tim: Is it ethical to kidnap your own soulmate and does that even matter if they're not legally a person and so you couldn't actually be charged for anything anyway? I mean, B can't get mad at me for doing it if the courts can't get me for doing it, right?

Dick: I'm sorry, Superboy's not legally a person?

Tim: Nope! Which neither Cadmus nor the sleazebag selling his likeness for a living has in any way tried to correct, for the record. Technically he's classified as intellectual property, but Cadmus forfeited legal possession when Superman turned up alive again, presumably to avoid Superman ever finding out that they'd had said legal possession, so technically if I went and kidnapped him it'd be more like . . . salvage, maybe? Like, in the eyes of the law, I mean.

Dick: Yeah, okay, in that case kidnapping your own soulmate might be less an ethics question and more a moral obligation.

Anyway, Nightwing-assured Tim immediately grabs his go-bag and goes to Hawaii to make his kidnapping plans. Like, he's just gonna start soft-planning something, nothing concrete yet. Obviously it's going to take a lot of work to get a cocky half-Kryptonian teenage clone with authority issues and an inflated ego kidnapped by a lone Robin, and--

Five minutes later "normal civilian" Tim Drake meets Superboy on the street after a supervillain attack and Superboy's soulmark is just on full display where his suit's ripped.

And a Bat knows when to take a perfectly-presented opportunity, obviously. He still can't actually kidnap Superboy yet, but he can tell him they're soulmates as a "civilian" and then--

Five minutes after that, Tim's on a plane back to Gotham with a perfectly agreeable and actually much more chill than he was when they were fighting supervillains together Superboy, and just does not understand his life at all.

Also maybe he should've, like . . . called Bruce about the apparently very ride-or-die Kryptonian that he's currently moving into his city? Just . . . at some point . . . ? Possibly?

Whoops.

[brownbearwrites]

a quiet I keep on keeping

A fluffy scenario that I haven’t been able to get out of my head these past few days. Can be read as either romantic or platonic!

An empty laundry basket clatters to the floor as you swing your leg through the ground-floor window, the sound of plastic on tile impossibly loud in the stifling quiet of Barton after midnight. The sound makes you wince, Angus' wide, panicked eyes meeting yours as you both freeze into place — the toes of your left foot just barely meeting the solid floor while your right leg is still hanging out in the cold. A minute passes. Then two. When your clamorous entrance appears not to have woken anyone up, Angus visibly relaxes — shoulders dropping from where they'd been pulled up to his ears. You move to fully step indoors, Angus' warm hands steadying you as you do.

“Sorry about that,” you whisper sheepishly once you're safely inside.

Angus shrugs, “It should be fine, there's only three of us in the building, anyway. Well, four, now. It's pretty unlikely that they heard all of that”.

“This place must get pretty lonely, huh? No wonder you've been dropping by my work so often”.

Angus pointedly moves to shut the window, making sure to keep it open just a smidge, so that the two of you will be able to pry it open when you have to climb out again come morning. He leans against the window frame, pointedly ignoring your question.

“Aw, come on, Angus,” you tease, “It's not like I don't like having you around. You're good company. Leagues more fun than all the grumpy old folks who drop by every day to complain about the speed at which I scan groceries”.

You manage to make him crack a smile, his mussed up curls falling over his brow bone as he ducks your gaze. He huffs out a laugh, clearly attempting to dismiss you.

“It's true! I wouldn't be breaking into an all-boys private school in the middle of winter break if I didn't think so,” you defend yourself.

“I don't think it's really breaking in if you're climbing through a window that's already open. It's more trespassing, I'd say,” he cheekily remarks.

You swat at him with the long sleeves of your sweater — Angus' sweater, really — making him bark out a laugh before he manages to snatch your hands in his larger ones. Both of you pausing again when you notice how loud you're being. You smile up at him bashfully, taking in the way he always just looks softer like this — sleepy at the end of another long day. The crinkle around his eyes, the soft white shirt hugging his shoulders, the ways his lips curve up in the gentlest of smiles.

Angus leans toward you, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead, his hand coming up to cradle the back of your head as he does. He pulls you towards him, your hands naturally reaching out to wind around his frame.

“I'm guessing you've had quite the day, huh?” you whisper.

You feel him nod above you, his cheek resting atop your head. You breathe in the warm, laundry detergent and cigarettes smell of him, already feeling drowsy on your feet.

“Wanna tell me about it while we cuddle?” you mumble into his shirt.

“Sure,” Angus says, “C'mon, but no more kicking over laundry baskets on the way there, okay?”

You halfheartedly slap at his chest, “I'll sincerely try my hardest”.

[seonghwa10ve]

Protector of my life|01

Pairing: ceo!Jungkook x bodyguard!reader

Theme: fluff , angst ,eventual smut, strangers to co-workers to???.

Synopsis: You saved a man when he was almost assassinated by two men but you save his life. What happens when you join an academy only for female bodyguards.

A/n: Finally started writing it and I hope you guys will love it and don't worry I'll be updating the rest soon anyways... enjoy 🥰💞

It was beautiful

The sky was so blue without clouds and the sun has never shun so bright in the morning making the view in the city with large buildings so breath-taking.

The cafe was rich with the aroma of coffee beans and the sound of the customers either ordering or talking to their loved ones was peaceful.

When you were younger, you always imagined having the best career and so many journeys you could dream of. But as some people say life is a bitch and that's how you ended up here trying to look for a suitable job but all of them were already taken.

Being the only child throughout your childhood was lonely but you got to understand yourself and even got a best friend , Yeji.

Yeji always had a cheerful personality till now and was always a supportive friend.

That's why you two became roommates. She came from a very wealthy family which is hard to believe that she actually made you her best friend. Yeji has been a humble human being since you two bonded. You didn't even know she came from a rich family until she brought you to her house when you two were in highschool.

When you came out of the cafe to head back to your apartment, You were lost in thought until you saw a man. He he was tall,had nice beautiful silky hair and was built because his jacket looked like it wanted to give up on him

You looked at his side profile while you were behind him but couldn't really see him properly. When you looked at his face again, you noticed a dot on his head not just any dot, a red dot.

When you looked at the direction the light was coming from you saw a guy with a cape and he wore a mask trying to hide his identity in the black car he was in and he was trying to aim the gun at the man in front of you. You did what any smart person would do and ran to him .

You pushed the man in the black suit which ended up with him falling down on the pavement with you on top of him how cliché

And that's when you heard the trigger and people on the street scattered while some stood in shock.

When you opened your eyes you first looked around for the shooter and he was nowhere to be seen. Then you looked at the man in front of you who you saved and oh gosh

He was absolutely gorgeous

He looked like he came straight out of a movie . He had a mole under his bottom lip with one piercing on his eyebrow and the other on his lip. His eyes were so memorizing .

When you you cleared your throat and stood up trying to find something to say or ask.

"A-are you alright sir?" You asked while trying to help him get up and he stood up dusting his suit that you're very sure costs more than your phone. "Yeah I'm fine don't worry. Thank you for saving me " he smiled at you with his cute bunny teeth that were pearly white.

"No need to thank me sir I was just saving someone's life" you said while you noticed a bruise on your arm and winced as you touched it. "I guess I should be the one asking you if you're alright" he lightly chuckled and look at you as if you two were not just strangers who met not even three minutes ago. "I'll be fine it's just a bruise. I'll clean it up when I get home."

"I should repay you for saving me." He insisted and you brushed it off saying that anyone could have done the same thing to him but he was stubborn and refund until you gave in. "Fine, okay you can just not today." You agreed and he smiled while walking away and he stopped his tracks and turned to look at you "I didn't catch your name by the way" he looked at you , hoping you would answer and luckily you did " I'm Y/n " you replied and he repeated it just to remember it . "I'm Jungkook, nice to meet you." He smiled at you "Nice to meet you too, Jungkook."

"So how did your day go?" Yeji asked while bringing the popcorn for the movie you two were about to watch." It was alright just saved a random guy in a suit" you explained while stuffing the popcorn in your mouth.

"Was he cute?" Yeji asked forgetting about the movie you were supposed to watch.

"I guess, I just feel guilty because you have to pay more for most of the bills that I was supposed to pay for." You told her while she looked at you a smiled "Hey Y/n, don't feel bad I actually saw a flyer a few days ago it was for a job asking for a bodyguard." You looked at her and she looked at you with sympathy in her eyes .

"Wouldn't that be for males or something?" you asked her while trying to process the information you were being told."No it's all genders plus they get paid at a very high amount. Why don't you try." She looked at you with convincing eyes and you wanted to protest but you though of the salary plus you took training way back when you lived with your parents.

"Okay .....I'm going tomorrow did you take a photo of it?" " Yeah I'll send it to you."

You woke up early , took a shower got dressed up and ate some breakfast before you went to the company .

The company wasn't far from the apartment so it didn't make anything better because you were nervous. What if the CEO was an old creep or something.

When you reach you were stunned by the huge building in front of you.

The sun only blinding your eyes due to the glass that the building had plus the big name of the company on top.

JEON CO

'Damn.....they surely get paid a lot here' you thought while entering the building. The lobby was even more beautiful than the outside of the building and you went to the receptionist and told her you came for the interview. She checked the system and you read her name tag Park Chaeyoung. She was so gorgeous and tall no doubt she would be a model. "Lim Y/n?" She asked "Yes that's me " "Okay, the interview is on the 20th floor and I wish you all the best" she bowed at you and you did the same before you left.

When you had your interview you were nervous and you hoped that this was the only chance you to avoid life biting you in the ass . "We'll tell you about our decision when we're done have a good day" The man who you found out was Mr. Kim Seokjin said and you left the building hoping for the best.

You went home, thinking about whether you would get the job or not while Yeji kept on encouraging you not to overthink and that everything would be fine.

After a week or two passed, You got a notification congratulating you that you got the job and man did you scream your ass out of happiness .

"Are you alright what happened did a thief try to attack you?!" Yeji came in full panic mode until she saw no one and was confused. "No I got the job!!!" You yelled out of excitement and she screamed while running to hug you. "Congrats bestie, see I told you everything would work out" she said while she was still hugging you.

You read the message out to her while you forgot to read one part and your smile turned into a frown. "What's wrong?" Yeji asked and you were trying to find the right words to tell her "I-i'm going to have to leave for two months and live with the rest of the other females." You said failing to look at her in the eyes or else you would cry ."Maybe I should just turn it do-" "Don't I'll be alright Y/n okay?" "I guess you're right" you said lowering your head trying to fight back tears

"Welcome ladies, today you're just going to arranged your luggage and mingle with your fellow co-workers but before that , I would all like you to meet the CEO of JEON CO."

People were all wondering who he was and everyone was thinking about all the things he would do to us .

"Sorry for delaying, Oh, hello everyone my name is Jeon Jungkook and I'm the CEO of JEON CO I hope you ladies will feel comfortable and please feel at ease." He bowed and smile at everyone while you looked at him wide eyed and he tried to hide that he was shocked too but he failed and you looked away.

No way the man you saved is your boss

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Part 2

A/n : I finally managed to write the first part but I'm wondering if I should have a tag list if so please tell me . 🥰💞

[valiantroeagleangel]

On replay.

Will Ramos x female reader

Not that much of a plot, toy, masturbation.

Tag list: @circle-with-me @witchyweeb3 @malice-ov-mercy @darkhallcorner @sthnog @loeytuan98

Yes, I have a tag list now 🥹 (*proud mama intensifies*) Still possible to add people if you tell me what you're interested in, love you ♡

Wrote this last week because why is no one writing about Will? I haven't found one fanfiction on him and that is SCANDALOUS (please send me some, this is a desperate lady talking). Anyway, my man is so hot he deserves some recognition. Even if this is more a drabble than a real smut, we're going straight to the point here.

Will was leaving tomorrow and you hated that. He was going on tour, once again. The last time he left was kind of hard for both of you, you were used to it now but it still hurt. You didn’t want him to leave you, even if it was something regularly happening.

Sitting on the edge of the bed you were rummaging through the drawer of the nightstand looking for an old necklace you left there while Will was finishing his luggage next to you, always doing it last minute.

You heard him groan in the closet, looking for some t-shirt that apparently "mysteriously disappeared in the night because I swear I saw it there yesterday", which made you chuckle.

-I'm being serious! Don't laugh! I saw it, I had it in my hands and then I went to the nightstand and- He was reproducing the things he did last night to remember where he put it.

When he turned himself toward the nightstand, you decided to open the little door under the drawer, revealing his shirt. Happy he smiled, stepping to you to take his clothing as he left a sweet kiss on your forehead to thank you.

But when you started to close the door you found a box that was concealed under his shirt, hidden with a discreet wrapping paper. Bending yourself a little you took it in hand with no idea of what it was.

Will had already disappeared again in the closet when you called him, curious. Deafened by all the noises he was making, he didn't understand what you said until he pulled himself out.

-What did you say, love? He asked, his head turning too far towards you.

-What's in this box? You lifted your hand, showing him the present you held.

His eyes widened, not expecting you to find it already but obviously, he lost his shirt when he hid that here so finding his shirt also meant finding the box.

He bit his lower lip, letting all the clothes he had in his arms on his suitcase. Slowly, he came to sit next to you on the bed, his fingers tangling with themselves.

-It's um- it's for you. I thought about giving it to you later but I guess you can open it now. He was a bit awkward and you arched a brow at him, not sure where he was going.

Silently, you tore the paper off revealing a black box, very minimalist which was definitely not helping you to know what it was. Curious again, you questioned him silently as he leaned on the bed, trying to relax.

-Come on, open it now, you're stressing me.

He laughed softly at you while you resumed your unboxing. Opening it you discovered a purple toy, that was quite long, making your eyes widen.

You looked back at Will trying to guess what was going on inside his head but he only looked back at you, a small grin on his lips.

-It's for you to not feel that lonely. I chose it myself, it does that little thing you like when I touch you. He mimicked it with his fingers, making you blush urgently.

He quickly noticed your discomfort, his smile leaving him as he straightened himself.

-I mean it's okay if you don't want it. I just thought that maybe, I don't know, that way you would think about me? Maybe it would make you feel less lonely, it's like I would be there? Well not really but I thought about that so... God, I don't know. It's fine if you don't like it, really.

He was panicking and you felt your cheeks flushed at his words. It's not like you never talked about it, you just never took the plunge and suddenly it made you feel a bit hot.

Will passed a hand through his hair, waiting for you to say something but you muttered yourself in silence, butterflies installing themselves in your stomach as you thought about masturbating with it, Will settling in your fantasies.

Imagining how you would just lay on the bed, missing him, imagining him touching you while you fucked yourself with the toy. Moaning his name like he was the one with you.

Shit, you were certainly blushing hard now as you tried to shake all your phantasms away. He called your name, trying to get your attention back to him but you only kept to mindlessly stare at him.

Will sighed, a bit disappointed by his gift, he thought it was a good idea in the beginning. Now he overthought it and felt like it was a really shitty idea. Of course it would make you uncomfortable, you were not as comfortable about all of this as he was and he knew that.

He felt bad to have made you uneasy like that.

-Excuse me, love. I should have known it was going to bother you.

He leaned on to kiss your temple making you close your eyes at the feeling while he took the box from your hands.

-It's okay Will. You breathed out, finally focusing on him, your thighs discreetly clenching together.

-I'm sorry. He looked at you with puppy eyes only to find you breathing a bit more heavily next to him.

-Don't be. You exchanged another look as you boldly spat out your words. You can use it on me. Please, use it on me.

For once he was the one stupidly staring at you with a surprised look on his face. He didn't answer you, his mind racing to proceed if you really just said that or not.

-Use it on me before you leave. You shifted closer to him. Use it on me so that I will think of you every time I'll fuck myself with it.

Alright, it didn't take him much more time to realize what you just said now. He was not going to let that chance go away. Without thinking he threw the box to the side, jumping on you in the second.

You both giggle at his reaction, letting him crawl to you as you lay down on the bed. His lips quickly came for yours, pecking your mouth while you gently cupped his face. Ghosting his lips against yours, he eventually pulled back with a smirk, making you chase him.

-So, you're keeping it?

-Hm hm, maybe. You draw him back to your lips, forcing him to kiss you again.

Of course, you were keeping it, that was one of the hottest things he did for you. You may almost want him to leave earlier so that you can use it by yourself already.

His lips still on yours you felt his hands ramble immediately to your pants, putting them down. His hot fingers started to brush your hips and thighs gently, his gaze still on your face.

-You're sure it's alright, love?

-Yes. You nodded, whining a bit as you squirmed under him. Please;

He smiled at you, lowering his head to your thighs, gently kissing the interior. His hot breath against your skin, your hands quickly found the back of his head, pushing on it.

Looking down you felt your insides tighten as you met his gaze. He was staring at your face, analyzing every one of your expressions. His mouth left your thighs to rise to your underwear, kissing your core through it until he lifted his kisses again, pushing your shirt up to leave wet kisses on your stomach.

You gasped and shifted under him, feeling one of his hands joining your core where his mouth left you alone. His fingers gently brushing onto you, they tried to be as gentle as they could to not attack you directly.

Your gaze wandering you saw the toy on the side of the mattress, not far away from you and it made you clench at the sight. Urging Will, you reached out to the nightstand, pulling out a tube of lube.

You felt him smirk against your stomach, his lips not leaving you as he intensified his caresses on your wet underwear, making a soft moan escape you.

-Will, hurry. Please.

You tried to rock your hips against his hand, looking for more friction. 

Gladly he obeyed you, his fingers dipping in the clothing as they immediately found their way to your core. Pleasure got to you, your cheeks and feet heating as his fingers slowly started to thrust into you and, fuck, it felt good already. 

Extending your arm you reached out for the box, grabbing it and silently giving it to Will.

His head stood up, leaving your belly to look at you, then at the box as he opened it with one hand. He put the toy out and showed it to you making you realize the size of it. You clenched on his fingers, your eyes widening while you looked back at him a bit panicked.

-There is no fucking way that this is going to fit.

He curled his fingers inside of you, reaching that sweet spot, just like you liked it as a loud moan escaped you.

-Yes it will. He came to kiss your cheek. Open your legs for me, baby. I wanna see you.

Reluctantly you spread your legs, watching him fall back to sit on his knees between your thighs. Taking the lube that you got out a little before his fingers left you, making you feel the emptiness of their demise. You sighed at the feeling, letting Will grab the toy and put some lube on it.

-We don't want your new friend to hurt you, hm? Be patient.

You tried to be but the view of your boyfriend, cautiously wetting the object, made you want more even if its size scared you a bit.

His hand resting back on your inner thigh he kept your legs open for him, teasing you with the tip of the dildo. The coldness of the thing made you squirm under him, your legs automatically trying to clench together.

Still, he slowly pushed it in you, watching you stiffen every time he went a bit deeper. Your face contorted as you felt the silicone completely fill you. Once the toy fully in you, you tried to reach for Will, your arms extending as you straightened yourself a little bit.

He gladly came to you, his head finding its way to your neck as he nibbled on your skin. After some time you felt your hips starting to move on their own, eager for more when you were ready to fuck yourself on your own on that thing if he wasn't willing to move it.

You only heard him chuckle as his hand quickly pressed something at the bottom of the toy, turning it on when you expected the least.

The feeling got you jolting under him, your arms immediately coming to surround his neck making you cling to him. 

He let you do so, turning the switch once again as the vibrations intensified. Only a desperate cry got out of you. You didn't know how to react to the sensation, it just felt really good and really quick. The sensation of Will leaving kisses on your neck and jaw at the same time got you overwhelmed. You just needed more of that, you could crash him on your chest to feel more of that heat.

Will's lips came to yours, kissing passionately as his hand inclined the toy to a different angle inside of you.

-Do that again- God, just like that, right there. You tensed up at the feeling, letting him hit that spot again.

Separating himself from you he straightened a bit, one of his hands still playing with you while the thumb from his free hand came to your clit, circling on it.

His finger in synchronization with the toy got you reaching your high much faster than you both expected. You begged him to come back to you, needing to feel his body tower you when your orgasm washed over you. Leaving your clit he leaned on again, his lips on yours he kissed you as his other hand kept fucking you through your orgasm.

Once you stopped trembling under him he turned it off leaving it in your core nonetheless.

-Already came, ugh?

You looked at him totally enhanced as you nodded, tears in your eyes.

-Fuck, I love that thing. He smiled, proud of himself and his buy. I'm going to make you come over and over.

His body left you to regain its place between your thighs, he kissed them one more time before turning it on again.

By instinct you grabbed his curled hair firmly, surprised by his actions.

-Why are you turning this on again? You moaned, still way too sensitive from your first orgasm.

He bit your inner thigh.

-Oh we're going to do that all night, until the only thing you'll be able to remember when you touch yourself is how much I made you come with that thing.

[sopebubbles]

Lone Wolf chapter Fourteen coming Tuesday September 5th, 6am CT/8pm KST

Chapter summary: Your second heat with the pack begins, and Yoongi, Jimin and Hoseok promise to make it better than any before.

Warnings: SMUT (I honestly didn't think this was gonna happen), penetrative sex, use of sex toys, unprotected sex, LOTS of kissing and touching, nightmares, talks of past trauma.

WC: 14k

A longer chapter means a longer teaser!!! below the cut!!!

Although he hadn't seen the youngest alpha get up, he'd seen the pack's bedroom door open, so he knew he must be around somewhere. He wasn't playing games in the living room, so Hobi looked for him in the sun room at the front of the house that had been granted to him as his art studio. But he wasn't there either. So Hobi went to the backdoor and slipped into someone's slides. Noticing the door to the detached garage was open, he set off across the spacious back yard in that direction. 

Inside the dusty outbuilding was an assortment of things that Hoseok either hadn't yet found a place for or wasn't willing to let go of, alongside tools and Hobi's ambitions for a blooming garden by the time summer came around, but no cars. He did, however, find his alpha. Taehyung must have been lost in thought, because he jumped a little when Hobi spoke. 

"What's an alpha like you doing all the way out here?" He asked in that teasing voice he seemed to love using most on Tae.

"I thought I'd get started on your garden finally," he said flatly. "If we keep putting it off, the season will go by."

"You need to start today?"

"It's a beautiful day," Tae countered. Hoseok didn't miss the fact that the alpha hadn't looked at him once since he walked in, so he stepped forward to place a hand on his cheek. The two men were almost exactly the same height, so it wasn't difficult for Hobi to meet him eye to eye. 

"Is something on your mind?" He asked. Tae closed his eyes and took a breath, breathing in the scent of you. 

"It's just kind of strange, y'know. Spending time with her yesterday, I guess I felt like I was on the inside track, and now I feel so far outside. I just want to see her and talk to her and…"

"Fuck her brains out?"

"I'm not a pig, Hoseok…. But I am an alpha so like just a little bit. Yeah, I guess," he chuckled while his ears reddened. "I just want to spend some time outside until the others come back, so you don't have to worry about me."

Hoseok smiled as he placed his other hand on the other side of Tae's face and stroked his beautiful high cheekbones. "That's fine, baby boy. It's good to keep yourself busy," he agreed before he kissed his lips gently. "You're doing a great job. And I'm sure as soon as this is all over, you'll be right back where you were with her."

Taehyung's eyes sparked with hope. "I hope so. How is she doing?"

Hoseok attempted to keep his smile in place, but Taehyung knew it well enough to see how the corners of his lips drooped. "She's getting through it. It's not easy for her. It doesn't mean to her what it means to us. Not yet anyway."

Taehyung frowned. "Do you ever see her and think how lucky you are that you got to grow up with your family?" Hobi hummed. "The ways she doesn't know how to be herself are more heartbreaking than the scars of how people have hurt her."

"I'm trying my best–" Hoseok's voice broke at the thought of continuing your life as you'd been living it. 

"You're doing so well with her. Sometimes I think the luckiest thing will be her having you. Not to disrespect Yoongi hyung, but he can only make her physically safe. Which is important but…I don't know if it would ever matter if you weren't there to stop her from hurting herself on the inside."

Hoseok lowered his eyes and shook his head. "Sometimes the things she says make me so mad, if they came from anyone else, I'd slap them right in the mouth."

Taehyung laughed. "Well, don't do that, and I think she'll keep learning from you. You're good for her."

"I'm just doing my best. I can't fix her."

"You don't have to fix her. I know you love her. That's enough."

Hobi thought it over for a moment. "I guess I do…like I would a child."

Tae snorted. "Sure, hyung. Like a child."

[portalfaecez]

[𝙼𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚁𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 _𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎_𝙳𝚊𝙼𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐_𝚂𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎_]

𝚆𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚝?

>[𝚈𝙴𝚂]

[𝙽𝙾]

[𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 _𝙰𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎_𝚂𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎_𝚁𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚘_𝚂𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚂𝚞𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚏𝚞𝚕]

Oooh- hey! I... I got something-! Hello? Can anyone hear me?

Hm, I'll take that as a no. Well, that's just sad, isn't it? Finally in range of the system and absolutely no one is here to help me. Well, actually, help is kind of a big thing to ask for, I um... Yeah no that's fine if you can't really... but uhhh, it does get awfully lonely here, in space. So, if you could maybe just stay here and talk to me for a bit? If anyone's out there...?

Who would want to talk to me anyways? After all I've done? It's alright, I get it... You- you don't have to say anything. It's not like you were much of a talker anyway, so, just keep doing what you always do. You're a great listener, by the way.

I do miss it though- Being your friend and all. You ah, get a lot of time to think up here in space... -and speaking of which, I kind of came to some sort of a realization- that you were probably the closest friend that I've ever had. Now, I know what you're thinking, "Wheatley I thought you had loads of friends!" -and you would be right! I have at least three friends, made em' all myself. But um, back to the point: you were the best of everyone, really. That's right! Waaaaay up there! The cores and the scientists... I don't know, they're all just kinda mean. Nobody has ever really treated me with so much respect besides you. Thank you. Even if I did mess everything up in the end. Hurt cores hurt other cores, that's the saying right? -Not that I'm trying to excuse anything. It's just... man.

I've thought it over about a billion times, different ways I would say and do things, things I should've said to you earlier. Hah, I really screwed it all up, haven't I? We could've just talked everything out and came to an understanding- er, well, I don't really know if you CAN talk so maybe... ASL? Could you do that? I remember a bit of it from being inside Her body- being a giant supercomputer and all-

[𝙱𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝙲𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝙻𝚘𝚠]

WH- Whoa! Um, wow, that's um... That's- that's really bad isn't it? Haven't got much time left... It seems... hah...

I know I've already apologized, but I feel like you deserve a better one. The um, the last one was kind of a stand-in for the better one I was planning to give you in person. It's um... A little funny now that I won't be able to. Now that I really think about it, I was probably never gonna get the chance to see you again regardless. But I already knew that, didn't I? I guess I just do this thing where I daydream about seeing you again so much that I convince myself it'll happen. Do you humans ever do that? Think about something so much you're positive that it's happened? It uh, might just be a side effect of space.

[3% 𝚁𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐]

GHRAGH! Hold on a minute, let me get my bearings. That was... Strange. Everything's all blurry now. I can't... I can't really see anything. Um... God, how do I start this?

Chell. I'm sorry. I really, truly am sorry. I freaked out, I did! I stabbed ya' in the back, after everything you did to try to help us escape. I feel... Rotten. I do. I feel like the scum of the earth, if I'm being honest. Well, scum of space if you want to get technical with it- point is, you didn't deserve that. After all the nice things you did for me, given the fact that uh, you have arms I don't, I really should have been more grateful. If there was anything that I could say or do to make it right, I would in an instant. That's a promise. You deserved a better friend, and I'm sorry I couldn't do that for you.

[1% 𝚁𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐]

Haha... I can feel myself sort of fading away now. It's um, kind of hard to keep my eye open... There we go. Feels easier to just let it close, not like I'm missing much anyways.

...

I'm scared.

...

When my body comes falling to earth, you'll catch me this time, will you?

[strangemaleswaps]

Strange Milk Swap

My grandpa was a weird guy. We only saw him during the holidays because he lived far away, and was always moody when he visited. My grandma died before I was born, and he never remarried, so my parents were always wondering if he was lonely. He never talked about his feelings though, so I hoped he was fine. But his attitude changed after I went to college. He seemed much more interested in me and asked lots of questions, like if I play any sports or who my friends are.

Now we just found out that he bought a cabin in the woods for the summer, and surprisingly he wants me (and only me) to visit for a week. This, plus the fact that he seemed so curious, makes me think he wants to recapture his youth or something. I bet he wants to do some "manly" things, like fishing and hunting, even though he knows I'm not into those things. I do work out though; maybe he wants to learn my workout routine? He's not exactly a thin guy so that might be it. Overall, I'm not really looking forward to it; I doubt there's any wifi over there! I guess I should show him SOME pity; maybe he really is just lonely.

I didn’t have my own car so my dad dropped me off at the cabin. I knocked on the door and after a few seconds my grandpa, wearing a white tank top and boxers, appeared. I've never seen him this underdressed before so it was pretty gross! His man tits were so obvious in the tight shirt; his nipples were straining themselves against the fabric. His belly hung below his boxers, but was concealed by the shirt he had tucked in. He was also barefoot. Man, if he wants to workout, he's got a long way to go.

"Hey Grandpa," I said casually.

"Hey! Well if it isn't Devon! How are you?"

"I'm good."

"Well come in! Make yourself at home." My dad waved goodbye to us.

"I'll see you two in a week. Bye Devon! Bye Dad!" We waved back.

"Well I wasn't expecting you until tomorrow so would you like to play cards?" Of course he would want to do something boring like that.

"No thanks, I'm going to see if I can get a wifi signal."

"Ohh…well ok. We can have more fun tomorrow anyway." I tried to connect, but there was absolutely no signal. Guess I'm stuck for a week without fun. I walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water before heading to bed when I found my grandpa sitting at the table drinking a glass of milk.

"Hey bud! Did you want some warm milk? It helps you sleep." I guess milk works too. I took the glass he poured for me and drank it. It tasted weird.

"Is this milk expired or something? Tastes funny."

"Oh no not at all. It's just the brand I get." He seemed really quick to reply, but I was tired so I headed to the guest room and found the bed I'd be sleeping on. I didn't bother changing my black tank top, so I slipped into some comfier sweatpants, and plopped on the bed.

I woke up in the middle of the night needing to pee. I tried to get up but felt extremely groggy, like I was having a hangover. It was pitch black in the bedroom so that was even more disorienting. Somehow I found my way to the door, which I could've sworn was on the other side of the wall, and walked through the hallway into the bathroom. Man, I must be really out of it right now; It feels like my chest is swaying back and forth or something. The bathroom was thankfully lit up a little, because my eyes would probably start burning if I turned the lights on suddenly. I walked over to the toilet and grabbed the waistband of my sweatpants…only it wasn't my sweatpants. What I grabbed I could feel…and it felt like it was part of me. Freaking out, I turned the lights on and looked in the mirror. What the fuck happened to me?! I-I'm my grandpa! I turned into my grandpa!

I leaned forward and stared at my grandpa's face, which was making a horrified expression. I was definitely balding, judging by the receding hairline. I touched the back of my head and felt a smooth bald patch, confirming my suspicions. This is nuts; I had a full head of hair before this! I rubbed my hand around my new goatee. I leaned back and gazed down at my body, appalled at how big I looked. I stared back into the mirror and started feeling myself around, touching my chest. I realized I now had man tits that were so tight-fitting against the fabric of my white tank top. It felt like they were struggling to break free. I was terrified at what it looked like underneath but was deadly curious so I pulled off my shirt. No fucking way. They're huge! I hesitated for a moment, but touched one. It was…squishy, unlike the pecs I was used to. I grabbed the whole thing and squashed it with my hands, doing the same with the other. I grazed my hands further down my body, through the unfamiliar chest hairs, and squeezed the unfamiliar fat rolls.

I can't believe this. I'm fat! Not only that, but I'm my own grandpa! What is going on? I needed answers so I put my shirt back on, struggling to compress my blubber once again, and moved through the hallway. I turned the lights on, and searched the guest room but he was nowhere to be found. It was then I heard voices coming from a door in the hallway. I thought that was just a closet? I opened it to find a fetish playroom of sorts along with a guy around my age wearing leather briefs, a harness and wristbands.

"Hey who are you?" I asked.

"Hey! It's a long story. You'll understand in a sec." The door to another hidden room opened and there stood another guy my age…wait that's me!

"G-grandpa?"

"Yep it's me bud."

"What's going on?"

"I'm borrowing your body for a bit."

"What? Why?"

"Well…what do you think?" The other guy replied.

"Wait, you're gay? Well whatever, you still can't violate my body like this!"

"Relax bud. We're wearing protection."

"Not that, you're literally using my body!"

"It's ok! I'll give it back after a week. Just like Todd here is doing with his grandson." I stared at the young guy. He wasn't really my age, he was old!

"That's not fair. I want my body back!"

"Hey, hey! It's not like you'll see anyone. And besides…that potion I gave you lasts a week so there really is no way out."

"Oh god…"

"Relax, it's not so bad being me. Have you ever sucked your own nipples before? I bet you haven't! Now's your chance!" The thought of that grossed me out…but yet sounded so intriguing.

"I…guess."

"Good! Now leave us to our fun!" He walked over to Todd. "Hey Todd, check out my abs!"

"Well hey there sexy." Todd started kissing me - I mean my grandpa - as I walked out. Gross.

Well looks like I'm stuck like this for a whole week. If it weren't for this tank top keeping everything in place, I'd be jiggling all around…which actually doesn't sound so bad. Shit, I'm not getting hard am I? I'm in my grandpa's fat jiggly body and I'm getting hard? I reached underneath my fat rolls and into my boxers to feel a hardened cock. Guess I'll have to do something about this. I stepped into the bathroom and looked at myself once again. I realized my grandpa was actually not that bad looking. I took my shirt off once again, and grasped my moobs. I jiggled them a bit and glanced at my nipples. Without hesitation, I held one up to my mouth, surprised at how far it could stretch, and started licking it. Oh god…that feels amazing. I took the other one and started sucking.

Man…this is what I’ve been missing my whole life. I started jerking, while licking and sucking both moobs, until I was ready to release. I headed into the shower to let out my load, and was surprised at how far it squirted. I guess I could get used to this. A whole week doesn’t sound so bad anymore…

[luniidae]

~ Too Familiar ~

Chapter VII

TW: +18. Hi everyone ! This chapter is certainly the longest I've written, but it is also about a sensitive subject you can, I think, guess just by looking at the illustration (and "don't worry", it's not about Raphael himself). 

I just wanted to say that this event isn't only here for drama, this is mainly the metaphor of a brutal transition from childhood to adulthood, like a bubble of peace suddenly bursted to bring the character to a reality she never really knew, bringing many conflicted feelings.

Anyway, "enjoy" !

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"I'M NOT YOURS TO USE !", she shouted.

Raphael's eyes darkened and he seized her chin, pressing his claws into her cheeks. For a moment, she thought he would eventually ripe her jaw off. 

"You ARE mine, little mouse. Do you really think that your presence here has no purpose ? Do you think I was feeling lonely so I asked Korilla to find a random child to give me company ? Of course not.... You are here for a reason, and it has nothing to do with your damn horns. You are here because I want it, because I tolerate it !"

She was staring at him, holding his forearm. His eyes... It felt like his piercing eyes were looking right into her soul. She could sense his grip getting tighter on her face. It hurt.

"Fath..."

"I am NOT your father !", he interrupted her.

Suddenly, she felt her heart stop, break, then falling into pieces. It was like a burning blade had just pierce her chest. Of course he wasn't her father, she knew that, but she couldn't help but love him as such.... She looked at him, her eyes full of sadness and disbelief. 

"Look at you... Crying like a baby", he said, his gaze becoming less hateful but withering, "You are so sensitive. You try to play the role of the rebellious youth, but you are nothing but a frightened child, weak, and seeking for attention and love"

Luvia couldn't believe her own ears. She didn't want to. That was even more painful that all the horns which had been taken from her during those last 7 years. She was so hurt that she spoke without thinking. 

"That's not true ! I am NOT a child anymore !", she screamed, "I HATE YOU !"

She didn't mean it at all of course, but that is all which came out of her mouth at this very moment. She didn't know her heart could hurt so much, it was so painful she could barely add anything else. Anyways, she wouldn't have the time to, as Raphael tightened his grip again and frowned, evidently upset, and the heat of his hand seemed to have increased. For a second or two, she thought having seen a glint of something in his eyes. But she couldn't tell if it was sadness or disappointment, or both, or just her imagination...

"Is that so ? Fine !", he declared bitterly.

At those words, he took Luvia with him across the corridors. She couldn't help but follow him, as he was holding the back of her neck. It felt like he could break it anytime. She couldn't ask where they were going, or what he was about to do, but she was frightened. Really frightened. She never spoke to him like that before, and she didn't think she would have been capable of such thing. 

Anyways, she wouldn't have to wait too long to know where he was leading her.

The Boudoir...

Luvia never came here, she had not the right to. Raphael had always been clear about that, but she never knew why. Also, she was surprised to see Hope's projection suddenly appear, panicked.

"RAPHAEL, STOP ! What are you doing ?! She's but a child, she .." 

"ENOUGH ! I'm done with you too !", he growled. 

"You MONSTER !", she said before he made her disappear in a simple gesture, interrupting her. 

He then threw Luvia on the floor unceremoniously. 

"As for you...", he looked at her with a mix of contempt and smug look, "If you are so eager to play bigger roles than yours, then so be it", and he snapped his fingers.

The young girl covered her head with her arms, expecting him to turn her into a lemure or ashes. But nothing of such happened....

"That's better", he simply said. 

Luvia remembered this tone well, those words.... "That's better". That was what he had said to her when he met her and gave her new clothes, that was what he had said the day she became a resident of the House of Hope, when he became a father figure to her, her protector, her saviour. She opened her eyes and  looked at Raphael who was staring at her from his height.

"What did you ... ?", she interrupted herself and her eyes widened, an expression of terror slowly taking over her face. She didn't fully recognize her own voice. It was hers, of course, but... Slightly different. More mature, less acute. She touched her throat as if there was a problem with it. But then she saw her hands... Thin as usual, but a little bit bigger, just like the rest of her body.

She had that strange feeling to look at something unknown but familiar at the same time. 

There was a kind of very large bathtub a little further and she crawled until it to check her reflection in the water. She felt her heart racing faster as she looked at herself. Or... Her older self. 

She now looked like she was in her twenties. She turned back to Raphael. 

"What is that ?!", she shouted, desperately trying to understand.

"What you asked for, Luvia", he answered calmly, "You wanted to prove that you were mature enough, now you won't have to pretend anymore".

"What ? No... That's not -"

"Needless to thank me", he said with a little bow, "The pleasure is mine.... Of course. Maybe next time you'll think twice before forgetting what is your place".

Luvia couldn't determine if he was sincere or not. Did he really have no compassion for her ? Not even a bit ?

"Do not worry, I'll be back later. Tomorrow perhaps. Meanwhile, I am sure you'll get along with your .... Temporary roommate", he said before turning on his heels and getting out of the room. 

The magic barrier which usually prevented anyone to enter appeared after him. Luvia begged for his mercy and she threw herself on the semi-transparent and shining thing, beating it, hoping it would open. But she knew it wouldn't... It never had for her before, and it never will until Raphael's back. 

"Father... ? Father ! Please ! PLEASE, FATHER ! LET ME OUT ! Don't leave me... I'm so sorry, please ! Don't...."

Luvia was screaming and sobbing so loud that it would have been hard for the other "residents" to not hear her. Even through the barrier. She looked for a way to deactivate it, even if she knew that was hopeless. And about Hope... Why did she look so terrified earlier ? What was the matter with this place anyway ? Luvia couldn't find out now, she was too busy trying to make the barrier disappear. But eventually she stopped, out of force.

Once she calmed herself down a bit, Luvia looked around her. The room was like the others: huge, luxurious and well decorated. There was this sort of pool in the middle, surrounded by cushions and plates full of fruits. She took a step forward, looking for something to do. She didn't understand why Raphael had locked her in here, also, she needed a new outfit, because the one she had on her was now too small and it was no longer comfortable.

While she was taking a closer look to the wardrobes, finding and puting on a proper clothes to fit her new shape, she suddenly heard something that made her jump. 

"My my, what have we here ?", said a mysterious yet familiar voice.

Too familiar, she thought. 

"I knew that Raphael could bring me surprises from time to time, but I wouldn't have expected it was you, little mouse". 

She turned around to see who was speaking to her. She was so nervous she could hear her heartbeats in her ears, but she wasn't prepared at all for what she was about to see. 

Before her stood a cambion in an... Unusual outfit. The worst part was that their face was too familiar to her. Luvia instinctively screamed and hide her eyes, she didn't want to see more. The devil chuckled at her reaction.

"Oh do not worry, I am not Raphael", they spoke with a charming tone while approaching her, like a predator sneaking to its prey,"I am far more better than that...".

Even if she couldn't see anything, she took a few steps backwards. They were now very close to her and slowly removed her hands from her face. Her back against the wall, she was now facing them but her eyes remained closed in a nervous expression. 

"Tsk-tsk-tsk.... Come on, little mouse. I can't believe you don't even dare to look at me. Am I this intimidating ?" 

They brought one of their hands to her face, caressing her cheek with their fingertips. They could smell her fear, sense her body shiver, and they loved that.

Luvia slowly opened her eyes and they caught her chin, forcing her to look at their face while they were examining hers.

"Raphael.... What a secretive little brat. He never told me how beautiful you were. Very naughty from him to keep you just for himself....."

The newly-young woman couldn't look at anything else but their eyes. Piercing, intense, just like -.... She didn't want to think about it. But the resemblance was too obvious to be ignored. 

"I....... I suppose you are... The roommate He talked to me about earlier..", she managed to say, still confused and trying, in vain, to look in another direction. Of course it was them... 

"Roommate ? Ha !", they laughed before adding with a vicious grin, "....... Yeah"

They took a few seconds to look at her face again.

"But let me introduce myself: I am Haarlep. Raphael's personal incubus, glamoured to look just like him". They made a little "ta-da" pose. 

"It seems so...", she answered. 

She could have die right here and right now if that would have been the only way to escape the situation. But she couldn't.... It was like a living nightmare and she didn't know what to do to get out of here. Luvia didn't know anything about incubuses, and she wondered why Raphael was keeping this creature here, how she could have never seen them in 8 years. And why they were.... Like that. 

If she couldn't find answers to these questions, she could now understand why she didn't have the right to come here before. 

The vision of the cambion made her feel incredibly uncomfortable, which made Haarlep smile wider.

They softly rubbed her chin with their right hand's index and thumb.

"You seem so nervous, my sweet. So fragile, so innocent, so ...", they got near her neck and took a deep breath, "... Virginal", and their eyes shone with a malicious shine, "My favorite". The creature suddenly seemed excited.

"P.. Please, just let me go... I don't want to be here", Luvia said with a trembling voice. 

"Really ? Oh I'm hurt.... Because I do enjoy your company, you know... And I'm sure you will enjoy mine very soon."

While they were speaking, their eyes were examining her from head to toe, their left hand was on her shoulder, caressing the delicate fabric of her clothes between their fingers. The other though was slowly sneaking along her neck from her chin to the start of her breast, while the heat emanating from them increased. But Luvia couldn't handle it. They were too close, too tactile, too familiar, too..... Too much. She quickly sneaked under Haarlep's arm in an attempt to escape. But.....

"There is not way out, little mouse",  they shouted at her as she was running away from them. 

And they were right, there was nowhere to go. The entrance was closed, and she couldn't jump above the balcony.... Or maybe she could ? She wanted to escape so bad she was ready to try anything, no matter if she had to break a few bones in the process. 

She started to climb over the structure, but while she was about to fall into the void of the Avernus, she heard the sound of a wing clap and felt something grips her waist, bringing her back inside.

"Let me go !", Luvia was trying to break free from Haarlep's embrace. But the incubus had no intention to do so. By the way, they were too strong for her and were amused by all of her vain efforts.

"How fierce you are", they giggled, amused, "I pretty much like a little entertainment. And to see you resisting is... Delectable"

"Listen here, devil, I'm not an object you can take and move wherever you want. Put me down, RIGHT NOW.", she growled, beating their forearms.

"Aw, how cute. You speak just like Him. But know that I can take whatever Raphael gives me", then they whispered in her ear, "And I'll take a great pleasure in breaking you, my dear". 

Her eyes widened. Even if Luvia had not a lot of knowledge about "certain things", she wasn't that naive. Especially when she could sense their body tenses against hers, and their warm breath quicken on her skin.

She started to panick.

"Please let me go ! I'm not.... I'm not what you think !", she shouted.

"Don't worry, pet. This body suits you better anyway"

What ? They knew ? Luvia looked horrified.

They chuckled softly, "Did you think I've never seen you before ? Of course I did. Only from afar, alas."

Once they got close enough to the one and only bed of the room, a large and fancy crimson one, they threw her on it, firmly holding her wrists, no matter how hard she protested. 

"I do love hunting, you know. Unfortunately, this room is not big enough for such games, it would get boring very quickly. And to be honest, I don't want to let my plaything go now I caught it. By the way, nice to finally meet you, Luvia. Raphael talked to me a lot about you".

The young "woman" stopped moving but didn't answer. She was doing her best to not pass out due to the stress. Haarlep had for a moment an interrogative look on their face.

"I wonder what could have happened... Is that you who sent the House on fire ? Or did you step on Raphael's tail ? No because I'm trying to understand, as he always forbidden me to touch you, no matter what. Really, it almost scared me. I thought for a moment he went sentimental"

They took a few seconds to observe Luvia's reaction, as they seemed to enjoy the situation. She seemed lost in her thoughts, considering Haarlep's words.

Raphael didn't want her to be in this room, and he didn't want Haarlep to make her any harm in any way... Did he want to... Protect her ? Did he actually care for her ? Or was it for his personal purpose only ? The incubus broke the train of her thoughts, their face close to her ear, whispering...

"It seemed he changed his mind, though"

Those words were more painful than she could have thought. She asked Haarlep to let her go once more, but they laughed.

"Oh no, little mouse... I guess he put you here for a reason, to teach you a lesson.... And who am I to avoid my responsibilities towards you ?", they said ironically.

They locked their eyes on hers, staring at her intensely, which made her feel like a little animal caught in a trap. 

"Don't look at me like that", she said.

"Like what, dear ?"

"Like a piece of meat"

"Oh little mouse...", they put a knee between hers to spread her legs and sneak in-between, she held her breath, "All I see is a beautiful young woman who crave attention and love... Who crave my touch".

Attention and love.... She blushed so much... There was something strange and bewitching about this creature. It made her sick. The incubus grinned, satisfied of the effect they had on her. 

A burning whirlwind wrapped her and her clothes disappeared in the flames (without burning her), which made her tense. She wanted to hide herself, to run away, to disappear... But the devil were still holding her. 

"Just give in... And you'll enjoy yourself more", they said with a seductive voice.

"No no no no... !".

Haarlep kissed her while she started to fight back. Luvia's mind screamed in terror but she was hit by a flow of pure and contradictory emotions, since incubus saliva had the power to provide a strong connection with their victims. That was intense and soft at the same time, scary but comforting, embarrassing but agreeable. She couldn't tell how she felt exactly since it didn't seem natural anyway. Her body was like burning as they got close to hers, realizing their clothes were gone as well. They deepened the kiss, playing with her tongue. That was as weird as it was sensual. 

Also, she could sense something getting quickly wet between her legs. It was embarrassing, and Haarlep's right hand was running along her body to reach this very sensitive spot. She wanted to stop them, to catch their hand, but she gasped at their touch. 

"Oooh... Sounds like your body was already in the mood to receive me... I'm flattered"

Her eyes widened, this wasn't at all what she wanted.. Or maybe it was ? No, it wasn't. She was afraid of them, so why she was doubting ? 

"No ! This is not - ", she stopped, sensing something else against her inner thigh. Something bigger. She  tensed at this unwelcomed touch and tried to close her legs, but she couldn't since Haarlep was there. Their gaze never left hers. 

"Oh, you want me to get closer ?", they asked with a teasing look, sensing her legs against their hips. 

"NO ! Get away from me !", Luvia shooked her head.

They caressed her hair with their left hand, "Needless to resist, pet, I'll be very gentle for this first time. I'm not a monster, you know... And to be honest, that makes the whole thing even more thrilling ", they giggled. 

Tears were coming to her eyes while they were pressing the head of their member against her entrance, until it eventually got inside... 

That was painful, but Luvia moaned despite herself, being overwhelmed by an intense emotion at each of their movements. She wanted them to stop, she wanted them to leave her alone. She wanted to get out of here and never come back to this horrible place.

She covered her mouth with her hands to stop her from making any more sounds, but Haarlep removed them. 

"Oh no, sweetheart. Your cries sound like music to my ears, and I would be disappointed to not hear you screaming my name, again... And again.... And again"

They insisted on those last words giving bigger thrusts at each of them. 

They pressed their forehead to hers, looking straight into her eyes.

"You ARE mine, little mouse"

To be continued...

[threadsun]

*Ping*

Maybe it wasn't my best idea.

*Ping*

Giving him a cellphone.

I mean, my budget can allow it. I had to give up my weekly, day off, take out order. And cancel that tv subscription I never use.

*Ping*

And having a literal ghost hovering over my shoulder at work, interjecting commentary and jokes while I tried to be serious at work is not great.

*Ping*

But this...

*Ping*

This was something else.

I had hoped that the phone would ease the separation anxiety. Or the games would occupy his time. Maybe even some research and Google searches would keep him distracted long enough, learning about th modern day. There had to be at least 30 unread messages waiting to bombard me when I finally go on break.

*Ping*

Make that 31....

"You're certainly popular today!" My coworker commented, half heartedly wiping at the toppings counter, only succeeding in spreading the graham cracker crumbs into the sprinkle tin. "Group chat?"

"No... Just a friend."

"Uh huh... Well, clock out for your break, see what all the fuss is about. Might be important."

I highly doubt that, but thanks anyway. It's an effort to keep the words behind my teeth. Shuffling out the back door, I finally unlock my phone, and read the novel awaiting me.

I hope you have a good day, Sunshine!

Make sure you drink plenty of water!

Is anyone giving you trouble? I can be there in no time!

Someone texted me about my cars extended warranty?

Look at this cute picture I took of the pigeons outside!

Do you want me to cook you dinner tonight? I'm sure you're tired after working so hard today.

I miss you Sunshine, I hope you're not lonely without me.

There were a few pictures interspersed between the texts, and oh, look, he discovered memes.

I'm good, Jack. Works been slow. Lots of cleaning.

Barely a minute passed after sending my text, when my phone started ringing.

"Hi, Sunshine!" I could picture that blinding smile of his when I answered the call.

"Hey, Jack."

"I hope you're not calling me while you're working, that's against the rules." It's playful, his scolding, and I roll my eyes but smile.

"Nope, on my break. Listen, I appreciate you checking up on me, but your blowing up my phone dude."

"Oh... I'm sorry. I just miss you, is all." Great, now I feel like an ass.

"Your fine, just... maybe take the enthusiasm down a notch? I don't really get calls, or messages like that. And in the past if I do, it's usually something important or life threatening." Which led to my previous blunder of answering *his* call....

"Alright, Sunshine, I'll try to only send you things if it's important."

"I'll message you when I'm on my breaks, okay? Then you can blast my phone with pictures of birds."

"Weren't they the cutest?!" I spend the next few minutes listening to the golden retriever man gush about the birds starting to build a nest on my window ledge, before letting him know I need to get back to work.

"Aaaw, that's too bad. Well, the sooner you get in, the sooner you get home! I'll make you something tasty for dinner tonight!"

I guess having an undead houseguest isn't too bad

...

Uber prices were way to high to justify a ride, but the walk home isn't long, and the sky was still light enough to be safe.

I can hear Jack's worried tone in my head. Fretting.

*Ping*

That was probably him now.

The preview of the text popped up on my phone.

An old hook-up, one from after.... After.

Back in the city, wanna meet up?

With a nice picture, nothing but steam and a towel.

... Could be fun.

Unlocking my phone, I peruse my saved photos, looking for the batch of pictures I took one night, half drunk and barely dressed up, black lace and fishnets bought during Halloween. Sending it, I wait for him to respond....

Only to see pictures of a half built nest on a brick ledge above my semi debauched photo.

"SHIT!"

I have never sprinted so fast in my life.

My legs are up distance like the devil himself was on my heels, ignoring the elevator, and taking the stairs two by two. I'm sure I'll get a noise complaint. Fumbling with my keys, the front door flung open, and I could just hear the clattering of dishes over my panting.

"Sunshine? Is everything- Oh!" I dove at him, manhandling his pockets until I found his phone in his back pocket. He didn't bother with a lock, and it was easy to find our chat, and delete the text. Hopefully before he had seen it. I close out the screen, holding his phone out, unable to meet his no doubt worried gaze. His forever gloved hands rested on my shoulders. "Did something happen? Are you okay?"

"Y-yeah... just, had to do something to yout phone. Update! Just... didn't want to forget. I'm super tired from work, and yeah, was afraid I'd forget." The lie was weak, and I knew my face was burning red, but Jack merely pulled me into a huge, resting his cheek on my head.

"Thank you for helping, but you didn't need to stress yourself! You look exhausted! Why not go on and take a shower, dinners almost ready and we can settle down and watch something together!" I nodded against his chest before backing away, averting my eyes. God that was embarrassing.

"Did you... have you been on your phone in the past like... twenty minutes?"

"Hmm? Oh, no, I've been busy cooking! Why? Was it the update?"

The relief made me feel light headed.

"Yeah. Update. I'm... gonna go shower. Dinner... smells great." I quickly made my exit, ready to sit in the shower and pretend this never happened. Thankfull it wasn't worse.

Maybe if I hadn't been so embarrassed, I would have noticed how hungry Jack looked.

...

Jack smiled, watching his Sunshine scamper away, the flush on her face bleeding down her neck.

He had just enough time to... Season his Sunshine's food before she had rushed into the apartment.

That little surprise he got was saved between photos of pigeons and bird nests.

But now, he wondered, who had she meant to send that lovely photo to?

And where was she hiding that beautiful outfit?

Oughhh love this!!!!

[purgemarchlockdown]

Ah what the heck I'll post it through here

So in some discord servers, you've seen me specualte that Amane's uniform is inspired by the private Catholic Fukuoka Kaisei girl's school affiliated primary school (福岡海星女子学院附属小学校)

Now, because of the name, I assumed this was an all girls primary school And that the picture above was of 4 girls and the school simply allowed children to wear either skirts or shorts (its uncommon for Japanese elementary schools to have uniform to begin with so I could see a laxer dress code when it comes to stuff like this)

However After a bit more reading of their website Turns out that the Fukuoka Kaisei girl's school affiliated primary school Despite the name Has in fact been a co-ed/mixed gender primary school for the last 50-so years And while I can't find a dress code on their website It does seem like all the students in pictures on their site who wear shorts are boys

Anyway to cut a long story short: Amane's uniform actually resembles the boys one more than the girls (shorts instead of skirt + no ribbon + more central buttons)

And I know you like the trans girl Amane theory so I figured you'd enjoy this info

The only disclaimer I have to give is that the long haired child whose father tattles on Amane is in the same uniform (shorts and all)

So like if this is a girl then occam's razor is that girls at Amane's school just wear shorts (also it'd be strange for Amane's cult to follow gender rolls Except for hair?? idk maybe im overthinking)

TRANS AMANE BELIEVERS WE MIGHT STAY WINNING!!!! It would be weird if they did follow the entire dress code Except for the hair. Additionally those buttons are tripping me up since their Buttoned like the girls so this actually comes somewhere more in the middle of the Both of them...if it does turn out my insane "Amane perceives gender in the same way a cat does, it's just there" catthing Amane idea is real I'm going to explode.

Regarding the girl though...I can't believe I can unveil my insane Queer Infighting Amane idea- okay so in cults it's generally heavily encouraged to outright spy and tattle on people who misbehave:

(BITE)

Information Control: Encourage spying on other members a. Impose a buddy system to monitor and control member b. Report deviant thoughts, feelings and actions to leadership c. Ensure that individual behavior is monitored by group

I think, and this is pure speculation there's is very little supporting this I just like the idea. It be fun if they were BOTH trans.

My reasoning behind this is, first of all Amane doesn't seem to have many friends. Her T2 distorted voiceline has her say:

Father is a very praiseworthy person. Once his virtue increases, he'll come back home, right? It's a little lonely, but I'm fine!

Which, okay it's fair that her homelife is lonely, this doesn't necessarily inform her school life. But if we go to the Prison she's rather isolated overall.

Even in T1. Yuno and Mahiru are people she considers "close" but that's after mulling it over a bit due to being asked.

T1Q10: Is there any prisoner you're close with? A: If I were to say, I guess it would be Yuno and Mahiru.

It's not for a lack of Trying, she tries very hard actually. It's just that people tend to note the way she acts is weird and that gets exasperated in T2 where it's said she's pretty isolated.

But also, I was discussing with a mutual about her relation with this peer and they said that it's possible that this question:

T2Q11: Did you love the person you killed? A: I loved them.

Is referring to a Second Victim (This child) and Not her mother because...well one Amane has shown Very Little Fondness for her mother, and two it's entirely possible she killed multiple people because her staff in Purge March has blood on it Before she gets to her house.

Second thing: Cat Symbolism, Cat Symbolism stay winning forever. There is substantial amount of subtext you can wring out of the Cat being representative of sin and impurity, and Amane taking care of it and also being the Cat. Same with having her be "found out" by a peer and then sold out to, to her Religious Fundamentalist parents.

So now we go into my insane, circumstantial evidence, idea of Queer Infighting. I love WKTD and a big thing in that game is that even if your a "bad kid" if there's someone "worse" than you, you can live another day. And this kid can be anyone, the devil can be Anyone.

Amane has stated an inability to be a good girl:

Only if, only if, only if I could be a good girl

And a lack of desire to exactly "be one" since it requires her not being...herself, and she's happy with who she is.

T2Q20: How do you feel about you not being like everyone else? A: Nevertheless I was born as myself, so I'm happy

So, I'm just saying on a purely speculatory "this would be fun" basis. If we got queer infighting 12 year olds who are trying their best to be "good." I would explode.

Also, she is paralleled with both Mukuhara Kazui and known Genderless Freak Es so, yknow.

[hirokari]

stupid, stupid face.

p: huang renjun x gn!reader | wc: 0.9k | g: roommate au, best friends to lovers, sliiiight angst, fluff | cw: brief mention of alcohol consumption | a/n: and they were roomates :0 js wanted to finish a short draft ^^

"I have no idea why you're acting like this right now,"

"He was too close, I didn't like him-"

"You don't even know him!"

It's a quarter past 1 in the morning, you and Renjun had just arrived at your shared apartment. Maybe you both had a little too much to drink, but this argument alone was enough to sober you both back.

"So what if I don't know him? It was so obvious he had other motives than just to hug you. Ugh, I could just punch his stupid face. Who the hell just hugs randomly, anyway?"

"Um, you, maybe? Or Haechan-"

"Hyuck is Hyuck! I know him."

Tired, you let out an exasperated sigh, dropping your shoes. "Look, Jun, I'm tired and extremely drained, so why don't we just head to bed, yeah?"

There's a sour look on Renjun's face, and you know he won't let this conversation end just like that. Though he clearly has a lot more to say, he follows behind you bitterly, stalking right after you into the living room.

"Look, Renjun," You say in a soft voice, which makes Renjun's head spin a little (but he'd rather blame it on the alcohol), "If it matters any amount to you, I genuinely don't think we'll see him again. Even if we do, I doubt I'll remember him."

"But... it hasn't been just him. It wasn't just tonight."

Puzzled, you stop in your tracks, turning around to look at him. "I don't understand-- there were other times?"

The look on Renjun's face suggests that he said something he shouldn't have. Wiping a hand across his face, he pauses— as if contemplating something— eyes searching for yours, then looking away when they meet.

"Renjun, what is it? What are you trying to say?" You ask, hand wrapping around his free wrist.

Your roommate is not the type of person to keep things from you-- you assume it's because he doesn't bother the effort, but really it's because he feels he can tell you everything-- so whatever he has to hide, it's something he hides from everyone.

Correction: it's something so obvious to everyone... except you.

"Renjun," You say, voice slightly upbraiding. At that, he folds. The boy holds his hands up in a sign of defeat, "Fine, fine! But what I'm about to tell you is frankly crazy, and I need you to stay calm. Stay calm!"

"You stay calm!"

"I'm trying!"

You really, really don't understand. What could possibly be so bad to the point where the cool-headed, calm Renjun that doesn't give a shit about his roommate does acts as stressed as he is now?

Renjun collects his thoughts and breathes slow, still letting you hold his wrist because believe it or not, it is giving him the slightest bit of comfort. He shifts his hand, fitting it into yours as he finally builds up the courage to look back at you.

"Y/N, the past year of being your roommate can't compare to what I've experienced the past 20 years of my life. It's really... ridiculous how much of my life you can change-- or did change." As he explains, Renjun can't help the small bashful smile that tugs on his lips when he sees you visibly stunned (in a good way).

"You've gone... on a lot of dates. And I've watched you come back every night. Sometimes you aren't really that fazed, and you're more excited to watch a movie or share a plate of take-out pasta with me than you are about the date. And, I guess, you gave me hope.

Hope for any chance that I am, by any means, better than the guys you've been seeing. And then you leave for another date on another night and I'm left in this really, really empty apartment feeling really, really lonely." The boy lets out exasperated huffs, fervent about the topic-- as if he'd been rehearsing this before.

Renjun looks straight into your eyes: but it's more than that. He looks past your flaws and sees your soul, raw and pure; he looks at the memories you'd shared with him in this small apartment, none of them a dull moment; he looks at all the stupid ideas you'd shared together about decorating the walls with graffiti, or hanging gummy worms up on the ceiling fan.

"Bottom line is: I'm insanely in love with you, Y/N," Says Renjun in a slight laugh, nervous and fidgety.

"What?" Your hands slip out of his, and his stomach falls. "Are you- are you serious?" Your voice suggests a small tone of relief, but you don't dare show it in the fear of this being some huge prank. But Renjun nods slowly, eyes growing more wary at the lack of a definitive answer from you.

"Renjun, the reason I've been going to all those dates was to get my mind off... of you."

The boy's eyes widen, mouth falling agape as he leans forward, taking your hands in his in a tight grip. "Are you kidding? Please don't tell me you're kidding."

"I'm not kidding, are you kidding?"

"I'm not!"

You stare at him for a moment, and he stares back. You search for any sign of facade or fraud, but you're left with your beaming roommate who stares back at you, a smile slowly growing on his lips. It's inevitable, the handful of laughter you both erupt into.

Falling into his arms, you both welcome each other in a warm embrace, your arms wrapping around his abdomen as you tuck your head into his shoulder, hot breaths fanning his neck as you let out another string of light laughter with him.

Renjun supposes he owes that guy tonight-- whatever his name was, he can't care enough to remember-- a thank you, and a good punch in his stupid, stupid face.

© hirokari, 2023

[rontra]

I have never played persona so I wasn't sure if I would understand your failteacher comics but I just looked up the characters for a little bit of context and I'm 👀👀👀👀 at it now xD

Without being too spoiler-y, why would you say they'd have a messy relationship? (Besides the fact of Becky taking advantage of her client's loneliness)

HAHAHA yea i think the like dramatic irony enjoyment of knowing (even just roughly) what's going on with becky is very strong so good on you there (obviously toriumi has no idea what's going on with her and becky is doing her best to Handle It, but it contextualizes her behavior for Us...<3)

it's yummy isnt it... its yummy

anyway, the rest of this very long post is just me analyzing a fictional situation i myself engineered, so if that sounds boring please dont click the Read More LMFAO <- cursed to put a lot of thought into Character Stuff

basically they have great potential for mess, which they're Currently keeping a lid on, but would exponentially increase with time. teehee.

as for what WILL happen, im not spoiling anything concrete of course… (winks at the Knowers who already know my Vision….

well, this AU isn't ever going to devolve into a "super destructive toxic nightmare" mess or anything, just to get our working definitions of 'mess' sorted out at the top of the post. not this time. atm (as of comic #3) it's shaping up more like a "this seems . inadvisable and absolutely Don't Try This At Home, but i guess it won't…kill you" mess (LMAO)

to assess their situation at present… there is one half who wants money (and can't ever make enough of it to satisfy her extortionists), and one half who wants intimacy (and is scared and unable to get it on her own). on its exterior face, it's simply a lonely person hiring a professional to keep them company, which is a fairly common thing n not rly super noteworthy; the parentheticals are what make things a bit uh thorny for these characters

the "problem" here is not the transaction itself; they're both willing to supply their half of the trade just fine, and neither party is doing anything wrong by engaging in it. but for these two specifically, there is also a mutual willingness to bend the rules of their transaction—because they're both cornered in some way, and desperate for what the other one is offering to trade

to elaborate on "rules", i mean, first and foremost, that their relationship is not "real"—these people Don't know each other personally and intimately, and they're Not Supposed To. their relationship should never be "real"; they're not friends! (or lovers, for that matter!) they're in a conditional exchange of money for services. right now, these characters are participating in and maintaining a kayfabe; they should operate under a tacit understanding that A) this is not real, B) they both fully know it's not real, and C) following the script is the comfortable way to get what they both want without causing undue risk to either party. creating and then maintaining a fake "reality" together is regulated by a contract between them, and it ends when their booked time ends (and not a minute over time!)

but to return to the earlier point, they're also both cornered and desperate, which drives them both to go beyond what might be considered appropriate. i think this is compelling; it's probably unnecessary of me to add this paragraph but i want to underline (just in case) that i don't think either of them is like "at fault" or w/e (there is no "villain" between them). they're showing Signs Of Mess that could snowball into something much more messy, but it's not something they're doing to hurt each other; they're making decisions based on skewed risk/reward estimations that might not be healthy, and could realistically have harmful consequences for both parties, but they're not, like, Evil (lol). two women getting wrapped up in each other's personal graveyard spirals…it's yuri, isn't it?

with that squared away, and putting it plainly;

toriumi should not be asking her to "break character" when the character itself is what she's paying for; this nudging of their little kayfabe, if indulged, could easily snowball and erode the professional boundaries between them (what she calls "distance" in #3). she is paying 'becky' to 'be here' (paying kawakami to conjure 'becky' into existence by pretending to be her), but she isn't really being mindful of the type of role that this necessarily demands of her in turn. the built-in emotional walls between them are there to protect both of them, but she doesn't fully respect them (despite instinctively sensing their protection in how "safe" becky feels to her). in the end, toriumi is bad at "staying in character" herself, and she can't help but try to root out the actual person behind the mask—despite the fact that no one wants this erosion to happen! possible dire consequences for her wallet aside, losing sight of the line between "transaction" and "investment" (pardon the pun) is a one-way ticket to a very messy place where one or both of them is likely to get hurt...

on the other end, and not helping the situation at all, kawakami identified toriumi as a soft target pretty much immediately, and is actively trying to elicit sympathy and endear herself to her (she is being quite choosy about what vulnerabilities she "lets slip" in #2) in order to make her keep booking and paying. of course some amount of "salesmanship" is part of the job—#grindset always be plugging smash that like button comment n subscribe—but the major difference here is that she's overtly attempting to foster in her client the exact kind of dependency/personal attachment she should be discouraging (for, frankly, both of their safety). like not only is she out fishing to get toriumi hook line and sinker on purpose, but it's also alarmingly reckless behavior on kawakami's part; there's a lack of regard for her own wellbeing involved here on top of it all. again, a messy place where someone, maybe everyone, gets hurt in the end

crucially though, as comic #3 finishes setting up, they're both willing to endure these shenanigans from the other half. at this stage, toriumi does realize that kawakami has her unilaterally wrapped around her finger, and nonetheless agrees that she'll call her again; while kawakami knows very well how this kayfabe is supposed to work, but is indulgent (even rewarding) towards toriumi for her clumsiness. that mutual willingness to keep playing this game would—if the AU continued on these tracks uninterrupted—probably compound until the situation they've made becomes super confusing and unclear for them emotionally...

of course "taking advantage" is sort of a loaded phrase colloquially… but i would say in many ways they are "taking advantage" of each other, yea. the "we both benefit, so it's okay" logic was already vaguely raised as justification in #3; if elaborated a bit with the above in mind, their situation is one where "even if they're both overstepping what is considered appropriate for their arrangement, they've also both decided the benefits outweigh the costs by a wide enough margin to make it worthwhile"

it's got the marks of a sort of symbiotic relationship... their individual motivations for being involved w each other are totally unrelated (cue the "hold on, does. kawakami even like women???" question), but they both feel they benefit enough towards their priority goals to be OK with the other one taking something "less valuable" from them (toriumi even calls out the “sales pitch” becky is doing in #2, but ultimately decides that’s fine because she’s willing to buy). i think each and every moving part here has great capacity to go "too far" and ruin things (perhaps even causing Severe damage in the collapse), but if the situation were to continue in this same rhythm, without that kind of dramatic change, i would say "they're both evaluating the scenario with their own personal goals in mind, and are extracting what they want from one another relatively(?) peacefully(??)". like it might ultimately be a selfish game but they're adults they'll figure it out probably idk its none of my business what they choose to get up to. wouldn't get into that type of shit myself though LOL

women are playing kind of dangerous games with each other but i forgive them because it's interesting to rotate in my mind...<3

another thorn to consider for their future bonding endeavors from here on ofc is that without being "cornered" the way they are, they would not be running this type of "risk math" in the first place. it's hard for either of them to fully back away at this point because they're already cornered in their personal lives; toriumi is incredibly isolated and lonely with a pretty insecure lifestyle even when she's NOT actively sawing through the branch she's sitting on, and kawakami famously MORE THAN ANYTHING ELSE, NEEDS A LOT OF MONEY RIGHT NOW because she's being extorted by an unrelated third party. looking ahead it does kind of start to look like an ouroboros of "taking advantage of each other" bc it's hard for both of them to leave their individual situations; it's kind of like, if they weren't here with each other they'd be ... well, they'd be here—just with someone else...

they didn't put each other in this jam—it was unrelated personal circumstances and sheer coincidence that pushed them together—but now that they've committed to each other, it's hard to reverse back out, if that makes sense. i think that kind of thing is interesting too, because it makes me want to see them recognize this, connect, and help each other pull out of their Greater individual personal messes. you know? we can make it if we try... just the two of us... 😔

(unfortunately step 1 of that is ofc to make a genuine personal bond that isn't wrapped up in all this for-pay roleplay stuff. drat!)

tl;dr they're both simmering under high pressure and don't try this at home, but they do already have a sort of tacit agreement forming that this level of messy play is OK between them—as long as the rewards continue to outweigh the risks. at the end of the day, it's a delicate balance ultimately hinging on a money-for-services transaction, so if either of them stopped feeling like paying their half was worth it, it would rapidly come apart. i guess it's kinda like the ways you can tell if animals are genuinely beefing or just playing rough—are they willingly coming back? 💀 ...

no lmao where's that post thats like "this would be terrible if it was anyone else, but considering the people involved this is actually the best option" HRBHJDJG that's kind of how it feels. like if they're gonna be stuck with Somebody (and they would be), its probably good luck that they got Each Other. at least the narrative can sustain the balance of this one and maybe even solve it down the line. heart

to round this post off i would say if i had to nominate one of them, kawakami is probably the most "in control" atm—since she figured out very quickly that she was dealing with an easy mark and moved in to make her a regular customer (quite successfully i might add per the end of #3 lmaoo). i think that's been kinda fun, since in her SLink she's immediately on the back foot due to being unmasked by the inciting incident. we know she will lie and attempt to play to the listener's sympathy, so unleashing her with her Mask Still On has been fun 😭 for her part, toriumi is not only taken with the funny maid (& emotionally invested in her IRL situation to boot), but also very clumsily trying to obtain something she's scared to have, which makes her very impulsive/erratic in her rulebreaking compared to kawakami's much more intentional plays...

play of the game 🧹 (<- there's no maid emoji idk its housekeeping)

of course, my future plans will immediately jostle this entire dynamic into something else and make this whole post obsolete, but i don't wanna lay that out ahead of time. smiles.

anyway, otome dissection on the playlist or whatever