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shunin-gumis · 2 months

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As Master Joe Wishes - Track 08

Seasonal Team Event - L4mps

Thank you Aca for handling this chapter!

Location: Manor - Bedroom

Joe: Don’t come any closer!

Anonymous Member A: That said, what should we do?

Anonymous Member B: What’s up with this teddy bear anyways? Seems to be a high-spec robot from what I can see.

Anonymous Member A: There might be some worth to this thing. Let’s take it back with us.

Daniel: Funny you guys think you can leave here in one piece.

Anonymous Member B: Huh…?! When did you appear…!

Joe: D-Daniel…!

Daniel: Thought that if anyone was going to break in, it would be from the 2nd floor’s corridor. Seems like my guess was dead-on. So blocking this path would cause problems for you lot, yeah?

Daniel: So, if you don’t want your heads to get blown off, put your hands up.

Anonymous Member C: Even if you’ve predicted that much, it’s quite rash to come here alone.

Daniel: So you do have back up, huh.

Anonymous Member A: Now, grab that teddy bear and let’s leave!

Anonymous Member B: He’s just an amateur. Try shooting us if you can!

Daniel: Sorry, but I got no hesitation to shoot this gun.

Daniel: (For now, I should aim for the guy who’s holding Joe’s foot. I’ll leave the rest of ‘em to Sammy-san and the others.)

Anonymous Member B: Ugh… Huh? I didn’t get hit…

Daniel: Wha…

Daniel: Why does this gun shoot out tulips and cherry blossom petals?!

Anonymous Member C: Let’s leave, go go!

Netaro: I found you, Daa! So you see~ That little gun was made for parties! Did it surprise you?

Daniel: Y-Y-You Idiot!

Daniel: Ugh, my back…! Even though I started feeling better…

??: Gah!

Netaro: Mhmmm, I hear the shriek of men from downstairs! How exciting!

Location: Manor - Large Parlor

Nagi: I’m really sorry for the inconvenience….

Anonymous Member A: Don’t you think it’s a bit rude towards the manufacturer to drop an iron on our heads?!

Anonymous Member B: Making the door knob scalding hot is a cruel and unusual punishment! I almost burned my palms! You’d better pay for my hospital bills!

Anonymous Member C: If something like this ever happened to me, I’d become traumatized enough to quit my job!!

Nagi: I never thought that the trap combo from that movie would work so beautifully here… that said, this probably would cause trouble for the movie’s production company. This was all my fault. Good kids shouldn’t try this at home.

Daniel: Why the hell is Nagi apologizing to the hand-cuffed thieves over here?

Hiramei: Well, the booby traps he set up worked, and we successfully captured the Anonymous members that tried to get away.

Hiramei: If they had taken Joe away, this probably would have become an international issue. That Hachinoya-san is truly a life-saver for the JPN police as well as my career.

Joe: You don’t have to apologize to these felons, Nagi!

Nagi: No, I say this is already a fine form of unjustified self-defense. Samejima-san, please apprehend me. I’ll be turning myself in.

Samejima: Eh~?

Yodaka: However, with this, the other Anonymous members will know that the “prized treasure” would equal to a teddy bear.

Samejima: That’s true. Hiramei~ Don’t neglect your duties to survey the surroundings~

Samejima: We got 3 hours left, there might be a chance that back up may come to get their revenge.

Samejima: They don’t seem to be the kind to negotiate.

Samejima: Besides, there is no mistaking that these mobs are just underlings used to cause trouble. Their tricks are quite daft.

Hiramei: Yes, sir! I’ll also report it to the units outside!

Location: Manor - Bedroom

Ryui: …..

Toi: …..

Netaro: …..

Toi: I’m glad that Master didn’t get abducted…

Ryui: Yeah, all thanks to Hachinoya this time.

Toi: … Ani-sama, why did you leave Master behind?

Ryui: Well, I worry about you more than anyone else in the world.

Toi: Then does that mean…

Toi: You’d prioritize me above anything else?

Ryui: Yeah. Obviously.

Toi: Then, would you listen to me if I asked you to not protect Joe-sama?

Ryui: … Yeah.

Ryui: (That’s obvious… This has always been the case.)

Toi: I see…

Toi: I’ll get something to drink.

Ryui: Hah…

Netaro: Oh~

Ryui: What do you want?

Netaro: I had a thought if I were to cook up a replica AI of you, that thought process of yours would be horribly simple and easy ♪

Ryui: The hell you mean by that?

Netaro: I just have to set it up so it’ll do anything that Toi says. It’s pretty easy-peasy and lacking in excitement.

Ryui: You tryin’ to call me stupid… Asshole.

Ryui: (Ah… Can’t help but hate myself for leaving Joe behind. I’m sure I made the right decision when the lights went out and those bastards showed up, but still–)

Netaro: Is Toi your owner, Ryui?

Ryui: …..

Joe: No one owns each other. The same goes for me, as well as Ryui.

Ryui: ! You…

Samejima: Hey there~, sorry for interrupting.

Netaro: Joe and Sammy, what’s wrong?

Samejima: Actually, thanks to a request from the higher-ups, I’ll have to head to the airport now. I can escort Joe by myself for the rest of the evening.

Netaro: Hmmm… Wasn’t it a problem that you would look suspicious carrying a cute teddy bear around?

Samejima: Hm? It’s all right, an old man can even carry a teddy bear around.

Netaro: Hmm?

Ryui: … Hey, earlier when I left you behind and went off, that was my ba-

Samejima: Oh dear, I must go now. I’ll contact you guys after, when the handover goes through.

Ryui: Ah…

Ryui: …..

Location: Manor

Hiramei: Well then, thanks for your hard work!!

Hiramei: *sigh* I’ll have to send those 3 in custody to the station, and then that’s it…

Hiramei: Huh…? Where did those 3 and the guards go?

Location: Manor - Large Parlor

Nagi: The party just a while ago seems like a lie now that it’s gotten all quiet.

Toi: Yeah. It became a bit lonely here, somehow.

Yodaka: Let’s go meet them once things have calmed down.

Netaro: *snoring*

Daniel: I think I’ll go back and rest up, too~

Ryui: …..

Ryui: (If I were able to meet her again…)

Ryui: (Fuck, if I’m gonna be this agitated, I should have apologized even if I had to force it out of myself…What the hell I should do.)

Ryui: (Hm? There’s a sound coming from the wardrobe.)

Ryui: Who–?! The fuck?!

Nagi: Eh, there’s someone tied up in there.

Daniel: ! Wait, is that?

Ryui: Samejima?!

Yodaka: Let me take this gag off for you.

Samejima: Puha! A.. ake!

Nagi: For tonight’s dinner, we’ll be having cake?

Samejima: No, that me from earlier is a fake!

Daniel, Ryui, Toi, Nagi, Yodaka: Huh?!

#18tlip #18trip #18trip translation #l4mps #hachinoya nagi #nagi hachinoya #iwabuchi daniel hiroshi #hiroshi daniel iwabuchi #toi shiramitsu #shiramitsu toi #ryui shiramitsu #shiramitsu ryui #natsume yodaka #yodaka natsume #netaro yowa #yowa netaro #event story translation

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hana-bobo-finch · 2 months

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shepherd’s dialogue on base:

Bernard is an excellent pilot, and yet even with him at the helm, we crashed. The cause is still a mystery…but I can’t help thinking something drew us here.

Yonny is an extremely avid reader, and his untiring spirit of academic curiosity is something to be admired. The problem is…he prefers paper books to digital ones and has boxes upon boxes of them shipped to us every week back at HQ.

You can rest assured that during a rescue mission, problems will arise that can’t be solved alone. When that happens, don’t hesitate to turn to your fellow officers. We’re a team here. Don’t forget that.

When this mission is over, take some time off. And take Oatchi along with you. He could use a bit of fun too. There’s a big park near HQ. it’s a lovely spot and has a nice dog run, to boot.

When Yonny is focused on concocting one of his new medicines, he forbids us from entering the ship’s lab. You wouldn’t believe that sounds of maniacal laughter that comes out of there. We just plug our ears and pay it no mind.

After talking with Bernard…HOOO, you can’t HELP but pick up the way he speaks! Gah! See what I mean?!

That wireless transceiver Collin uses…it’s quite an antique. It was passed down to him by his grandfather. Needless to say, it’s very important to him. Whenever it breaks, he replaces the parts himself and just keeps on using it.

Dingo is an ace of a ranger. And yes, he likes to conduct rescue operations on his own…But if you hit an obstacle, don’t hesitate to call for help. He’ll support you without fail.

I guess Bernard as part of some “dynamic duo” back home…and that has something to do with him becoming a pilot?

I’ve been thinking…when this mission is over, I should write a book about it. I’ve even decided on a title. Rescue Pup Training: A Mission Like No Other!

There’s a limit to the amount of cargo a spaceship can carry. That means the Rescue Officers have to learn to travel light. So imagine my surprise when Yonny tried to bring 27 shelves FULL of books. “Digital books,” I told him. “That’s an order!”

Bernard’s a superb pilot, but when you look at his resume…Well, he’s done so much you’d think he could be almost anything.

I invited Dingo to dinner once as a reward for all of his hard work. He went bright red in the face, then fainted right there on the spot. It was the strangest thing! I think perhaps I’ll try again after this mission is over. Surely he’s feeling much better by now.

Little known fact: Russ always wears a lab coat under his space suit. Why? “I am a researcher first and foremost!” he says. For this mission, his mother gifted him 64 new lab coats. You wouldn’t believe how much room they take up in the ship.

Bernard may seem like he’s irresponsible, but when he sits down in the cockpit, he’s all focus. Behind that boisterous personality of his, he’s a meticulous flying machine, pulling off maneuvers precise to a millisecond.

You’ve made yourself into an indispensable Rescue Officer, haven’t you? The work is hard, but the rewards…they’re BIG, eh?

I hear that ever since Collin was little. He’s spent all of his free time tinkering with machines. When he joined the Rescue Corps, he was already a highly skilled comms operator.

I consider myself real lucky to have a scientific genius like Russ around. There’s just…one problem. I have no idea what’s he’s talking about half the time. I find it best to just nod approvingly. Seems to make him feel good.

It’s not just Oatchi—the Pikmin really seem to have taken to you too. I guess I’ve gotten used to them at this point, but if I’m being honest…Rescue Pup training suits me a whole lot better.

“There’s no better judge of character than a dog.” That’s the Shepherd family motto, passed down through the generations.

“The best-laid plans often go awry.” As a captain, that’s something I never lose sight of. Once a captain has given a Rescue Officer their mission, there’s nothing to be don’t but hope you’ll see that officer again.

Russ’s passion of research is admirable, but when he leaves his equipment all over the ship, it’s a real problem. I keep telling him it’s a danger for takeoff and landing. He keeps telling me I should bring his mother to clean up behind him!

#pikmin #shepherd pikmin #pikmin 4 #pikmin 4 spoilers #I think she yaps the most out of everyone with the possible exception of dingo I dunno for sure though

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eriquin · 3 months

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The Trolley Problem, part 44

Stobin time.

(master post)

Steve thought that the drive to the library would be quiet, because Robin had been quiet and nervous when Carol and the others were around. He wondered if she’d taken the time to think about it and decided that it really was too weird to be friends with him, after all.

“I did try to call this morning,” she said. “You didn’t answer, but I guess you were out hiding El.”

“Oh. Yeah,” he said. “Coming to school was kind of a last minute decision.”

“So was not riding my bike,” she said. “I looked at it and had, like, flashbacks to riding up to Heather’s house.”

“Sorry,” Steve said. “I didn’t really think about that. I can drive you into school, if you want.”

Robin snorted. “God, can you imagine? I mean, people are already talking about what happened when you showed up at Heather’s party. They’re going to think we’re dating.”

He made a little noise in the back of his throat like he wasn’t sure if he agreed with her or not. It was something that he probably would’ve cared about in the original 1983, and it even annoyed him when people thought they were dating after Starcourt, but now it felt like there were worse things for people to think. “I used to drive you to school all the time, after... I mean, in the other future.”

“We need a good word for your memories so we don’t keep tripping over how we describe it,” she said. “Like, your old future? Attempt number one? Oh, it was like your dress rehearsal!” She laughed. It was a really good laugh.

“I like that,” he said. “Dress rehearsal. Don’t things always go wrong in those?”

“Yep!” Robin said. “We’ve torn up the script and are improvising now.”

“It was really more like a scrimmage, if you think about it,” Steve said. At Robin’s unimpressed look, he added, “A practice game.”

“I know what a scrimmage is, dingus,” she said. “I used to play soccer.”

Steve laughed. “Right. And then Beth Wildfire broke her leg that one time.”

“Ugh, that was the worst!” Robin said, throwing her hands up and hitting the roof of the car. “Wait, were you there for that?”

“No, you told me after Starcourt. We were dealing with someone with a really gorey injury and you thought it was relevant.”

She pursed her lips in thought. “God, that does sound like the kind of awkward thing I’d say,” she said. “Okay, now I need to know everything else that happens in the future. And, go!”

Steve laughed. He had no idea where to start, but he answered whatever questions she came up with. It was like slipping back into his old life again. He knew that this Robin wasn’t really the same as his old Robin, but talking to her was still easy.

“If we can get through all of this, like, survive it all? It’s going to be so weird going to school with you,” she said. “We never did that, did we? Like, if I’m doing my math right, we weren’t friends until after you graduated.”

“That’s true,” he said. “We worked together, though. First at Scoops, and then at Family Video.”

“Oh, Family Video,” she said. “That’s a great idea. I’ve been working at the Hawk, but renting videos would be better. Like, new releases are fine and all, but there’s a ton of old movies I’d love to see.”

He laughed again. “Yeah, you loved to pick old movies for us to watch during our shifts,” he said. “Double VHS tapes about doomed love and stuff. You’d get into such a mood about your love life, and you’d just wallow in it.”

She snorted. “Okay, yeah. That does totally sound like me.” She gave him a measured look as they pulled into a parking spot a block from the library. “Are you really cool about the whole, uh, liking-girls thing?”

He grinned. “That depends. Are you going to get mad at me if I talk about our mutual love for boobies?”

Robin let out a pained squeal and flapped her hands. “Gah! Yes!” She covered her face with her hands and shook her head. “Don’t say it like that. Ugh. I hate that word.”

“I know! It’s, like, one of your verbal weaknesses.”

“Well, stop it! Or at least tell me one of yours.”

“I don’t have any,” Steve lied. He knew she didn’t believe him from the glare that she shot his way. “But I’m sure you’ll make some up. Come on, let’s go see if we can find anything about this Murray guy.”

He hadn’t been in the library in ages, but Robin walked in like she owned the place. She led the way to the back of the library, where everything was just a little bit dusty, and searched through the shelves for a minute. The pictures were still in her backpack, tucked into a folder, but she pulled them out along with a roll of tape. He kept watch as she crouched down by the lowest shelf and taped the folder to the underside of it.

“Okay, right by the Earth science books,” she said quietly. “Let’s keep walking like we’re still looking for stuff.”

Steve nodded and continued to trail along behind her. She swung by the languages section and ran her fingers over the books until she found one about Russian.

“Why did you hide it back there instead of over here?” he whispered.

She held her finger up to his face. “Because over by languages is exactly where they would think I would hide it,” she said. “I’m subverting expectations.”

He grinned. “Got it. Thinking ahead, huh?”

“A little bit. All this spy stuff is really wild, you know?” She hefted the Russian language book in her hands and frowned. “Do you think they’ll think it’s suspicious if I start learning Russian now? Like, what if they think that makes me a potential defector instead of someone who’s trying to get the jump on the enemy?”

“I think you might be overthinking it,” Steve said.

Robin shook her head and put the book back. “No, I’m only thinking about learning Russian because of your stories about a Russian incursion in the future. It’s not something I would do if I didn’t have future knowledge.” She started looking through the other language books, running her fingers over the spines.

He sighed and leaned against the bookcase. “You know, us hanging out isn’t something we’d be doing without future knowledge either.”

She pouted but didn’t look up. “Maybe,” she said. “You did start talking to me in Mrs. Click’s class, though, so we’ve got plausible deniability there.”

‘Yeah, that was weird of me, wasn’t it?” He sighed. “Sorry if it made your life harder.”

“I don’t know about ‘harder,’ per se, but it is making people talk about me. That’s really the weird part.” She hummed and shrugged, giving up on the books. “Do you think it’s weird if people think we’re dating just because we’re hanging out?”

“Eh, there are worse things,” Steve said. “I mean, I ditched my best friends and dated Nancy for a year, and people seemed to accept that. Actually, those were probably related. They thought I was crazy to ditch my popular little clique for a girl, but I was in love, so it all made a weird amount of sense. Nobody ever thought it was about monsters or psychics or stuff.”

“You dated Nancy Wheeler? For a whole year?” Robin wrinkled up her nose again. “How did that work out?”

“Uh, it didn’t,” he said. “Like, we really screwed each other up and she broke my heart. That’s how it worked out.”

“Oh, buddy.”

“Yeah, and she obviously doesn’t remember any of it now, so that’s, like, super weird for me.” He pushed his hair out of his face. “Also, she’s so young now. Like, I know I’m young, too, but it really doesn’t feel like it, you know?”

She shook her head. “Actually, I have no idea. How far in the future are you from? Like, three years? Is it really that big a difference?”

Steve grimaced. “You wouldn’t think so, but it really feels like it. In my head, I’m almost twenty.” He tapped his forehead for emphasis. “Meanwhile, Nancy’s sixteen? Maybe fifteen? That’s closer to what I remember the kids being than my own age. It’s screwing me up.” He blew out a breath and looked around. “And the kids look like actual babies right now. Like, I want to put them in a playpen so they don’t fall down the stairs. It’s so weird.”

Robin started to giggle and shook her head. “That is patently ridiculous, you know that, right?”

“I know! But they’re going on about making traps for the demogorgon and I just can’t...” He sighed and shook his head. “Will is the worst about it, too! I thought he’d be more scared after being chased by the thing, but it’s like he wants to fight it the most.”

“Oh, I know!” She put her hand on his arm and lowered her voice. “I mean, speaking as someone who has also been chased by the thing, I am extremely scared of seeing it again.”

“See? That’s a sensible reaction.”

“Yeah, your children might actually be crazy,” she said. “Like, certifiable.”

Steve sighed. “I can’t even stop people from calling them my children when I’m not their babysitter,” he said. “It’s like it’s fate.”

They ended up sitting on the floor near the language books rather than go back out into the rest of the library. It was quiet back there, and they kept their voices low enough to not carry far. No one came by to bother them. Robin picked his brain about what sorts of things were going to happen at the school over the next year. Steve could only remember the dramas related to teammates and their girlfriends, but that was enough for her. She filled him in on the ongoing band kids drama, which was fascinating in its own way.

“I mean, that’s what I knew as of yesterday,” Robin said. “I was just so excited to get invited to Heather’s party that I didn’t even think about how weird it was, you know? Like, Tammy has been noticing me more lately, but I didn’t put it together that it was because she was jealous of you talking to me. I really should have.”

“And I should’ve left you alone,” Steve said. “I mean, it all makes sense in hindsight, but I was totally forgetting about what my social standing in the school meant. The same thing happened to Nancy when we started dating, the first time around. I get why she was pissed at me for ditching her.”

She pursed her lips. “Yeah, I get it in theory. She must’ve really liked you.”

“She thought she did, anyway.” He gave her a crooked smile. “I can be, like, super charming when I try.”

She snorted. “Sure you can, champ.”

“So cruel.” Steve put the back of his hand to his forehead and pretended to be hurt. “I would prove it if flirting with literally any high school girl didn’t feel like cradle robbing right now.”

She snorted again and tipped her head back, clearly trying not to laugh too hard. “Guess you’re out of luck for a while, huh? Gotta wait until everyone catches up to your mental age?”

“Guess so.”

“Or start flirting with the boys instead.” She grinned. “Now that would really prove that you’re charming.”

Steve’s brain stuttered to a halt as he considered it. “I... Wouldn’t I have the same problem, though?” he asked. “I guess maybe not. A lot of the high school boys look the same as they’re gonna in three years.”

Robin gaped at him. “I was joking.”

“Oh. Yeah.” He shrugged. “So was I, obviously.”

“Steve.” She gave him a look that said that she didn’t believe him.

The squeaky wheels of the library cart interrupted them, and a librarian came around the corner. She glared at them. “It’s almost closing time, you know.’

Steve checked his watch. It was close to six. “Crap,” he said as he scrambled to his feet. “It’s probably dark by now. I have to go meet with Wayne.”

“You should go,” Robin said. She threw all her things into her backpack and pulled it on. “I’ll call my dad to pick me up. He’ll be home by now.”

He hesitated. “Are you sure? I can drive you.”

“I’m sure,” she said. “I don’t need you dropping me off again. I’ve got a reputation to uphold.” She grinned and winked at him.

“We totally didn’t look anything up about that Murray guy, you know,” he said. They walked to the front of the library together.

Robin shrugged it off, but she bummed a dime off of him to call home. He recognized her mom’s voice on the phone, and she sounded a little frantic. Robin reassured her that she was all right, and that she just needed a ride home from the library.

When she hung up, she turned to Steve and said, “So, apparently the cops have been by my house looking for me. I guess I should’ve told my folks about Heather’s party, huh?”

Steve grimaced. “Uh, yeah. Probably,” he said. “Should I wait around and explain things?”

“God no,” she said. “That’ll just mean more questions. Just go do the thing you need to do. I’ll see you at school tomorrow, right?”

“Right.”

“And don’t think I’ve forgotten about your ‘joke’ from earlier,” she said, shaking her finger at him. ‘We’re going to talk about that later.”

They parted at the door. Steve waited in his car until he saw Robin’s mom pull up. He just needed to know that she was going to get home safe. Once he was sure, he headed out to Hopper’s cabin.

Tagging: @neonfruitbowl

#platonic stobin #the trolley problem #time travel #stranger things #steddie #hints of bi!steve #he hasn't figure it out yet #my writing

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kobedivision · 11 months

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ARB Birthday Special: Kaiji Sano

~~ October 27th ~~

“If you were mine, if you were only mine, I'd bring you so much further down and twist your mind until the end of time.”

“Hey cuties! It’s your favorite adorable cosplayer, Jinx here!…Ahaha! Wow, all of you are coming in fast, I can barely keep up! Oh! Thank you for the donation JinxLuver76! Let’s see here…’Happy Birthday Jinx!’”

“Oh that’s right! Haha! I can’t believe I forgot my own birthday, thank you soooo much everyone! I guess we can make this an impromptu birthday live! Let’s make this something to remember, okay?”

Voice Lines:

“Damn, 22 years old and I still look like I just graduated high school, not that I’m complaining, I mean who wouldn’t want to look young and beautiful? I wouldn’t trade it for anything, even if I have to deal with having to get carded at every bar and club I go to, how infuriating.”

“I’ve gotten to many messages and gifts from my fans, it just warms my heart! There’s nothing like the feeling of being pampered, I tell you and I especially deserved to be celebrated after all the shit I’ve gone through.”

“Yes mom, thank you and for the 14th time, I’m okay, Nagisa’s okay too, we’re both fine, you don’t have to come over, we know your busy with the boutique….fine, I’ll pop in just to say hi but I’m really busy today so I don’t have much time. Yeah, I love you too, tell Dad I said hi or whatever.”

“God, having 4 older brothers fucking suck. You’d think that being one of the younger members in the family, you’d get more attention and don’t get me wrong, I do, just not the attention I would like. Henri only gave me a list of various rehab clinics, Izana gave me a guide to healthy relationships book, Mikiya gave me five fucking dollars, and I haven’t heard jack shit from Claude! At least Nagisa was considerate enough to get me something that I can actually use! Sometimes I have to wonder just why my parents decided to have so many fucking kids…”

“ReeeeenReeeeen!!! Aw, I was hoping to see you! After all, how could you forget your best and most cutest friend ever? Hey, it’s MY day today! I can be as selfish as I want! Ha! That’s right, and this monarch demands gifts and I know you got some so hand it over, my loyal knight!”

“Dude, holy shit! These are so fucking pretty!! Way better than the ones I have! Awww, Ayano really knows her stuff! Good to know that at least one of you has a decent sense of fashion…Dude, I swear I see you wear the same leather and chains combo almost every day, it’s so overdone. Hehe, I’m right and you know it but seriously man, thanks for the gift.”

“GAH!! Oh goddamnit-MAX! Don’t fucking appear out of nowhere like that! You scared the shit out of me!…We both know you’re not sorry you little shit, I can see you smirking! Yes you are! Ugh, I swear, it’s like talking to a fucking wall-Huh? Oh…wow…thanks..?”

“Max…these are fucking rocks…hold on, you got these from a river?! I didn’t think there were rivers in Kobe…er, whatever, huh…well, look at you finally socializing and making friends, never thought I’d see the day. Jeez, okay! Okay!…Look, thank you Max, I know we don’t talk much but I want you to know that you mean a lot to me, y’know? You’re like another brother to me, one that I actually like, haha!”

Ren Lines:

“Hey Kai, happy birthday! *snorts* Yeah, okay. I know it’s your birthday and all but try not to get too big of a head. Fine, fine, whatever you say, your majesty. *chuckles* Damn, guess I’m not as subtle as I thought, yeah, you got me, here you go.”

“I know you already have some finger jewelry but I figured you could always have more, Ayano actually helped me choose which ones to give you, she’s surprisingly got a good eye for accessorizing…hey, what the hell’s that supposed to mean? I’m totally fashionable! *sighs* Fine, whatever, you’re lucky we’re friends, dude.”

Max Lines:

“….Kaiji…Sorry…Didn’t mean to scare you…*smirks*…No, I’m not….Shush…here you go…a gift…it’s your birthday, yeah?…Happy Birthday, I hope you like it….I spent a long time getting them…”

“Yeah….they’re rocks…I got them while in the river…and I had someone make necklaces out of them…*scoffs*…just shut up and take them…Thanks Kaiji…you and Ren…the both of you…you guys make me really…happy…brothers…yeah, we’re brothers…and we’ll always stick together.”

#hypmic #hypmic oc #hypnosis mic #hypnosis mic oc #hypnosis microphone #kaiji sano #ren nakashima #max soukoku #lovesick #happy birthday kaiji 2023 #arb birthday special #alternative rap battle #arb

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independentzaun · 1 year

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Never Free

Drabble inspired by conversations with @misfits-of-zaun

TLDR: Jinx tries to keep a promise to Ekko, and ends up dying. This isn’t a happy drabble. There is no nice ending. This is sad and angst.

Normally when Jinx made a promise she tried to keep it. However when Jinx and Ekko made a pinky promise, even now, she’d go to hell itself to keep that promise if that’s what it took. This could sometimes lead to rather bad situations, but that didn’t matter to Jinx nearly as much as keeping her promise did. She hated liars, she hated promise breakers, and despite still wanting him dead she told herself, Jinx had her own strange sense of right and wrong if one could even call it that. Her habit of keeping those promises was what made her being late stand out. If it’d just been fifteen minutes well it was Jinx, and could only be depended on so much. However with it being two hours past the meet up time, and Ekko’s second in command having left a good thirty minutes ago things felt off even accounting for the fact that this “deal” involved Jinx.

She’d go through hell to keep that promise.

She wouldn’t fail, not again.

She’d just wanted to help.

Just before Ekko left there was a soft groan of pain from the shadows, and a thump as Jinx landed on the ground jumping down from somewhere higher up. Staggering her way forward there was a harsh sucking sound as she tried to get a breath with her eyes gleaming. “Heyyy...thought...thought you’d be gone. By now...heh. Imagine that. You’re...here...Why...why now? Why you here now, but not…” Whatever she was contemplating slid from her mind as Jinx leaned against a nearby sign. Now in the open with light shining down onto her pale skin it was easy to see her hand pressed against her chest trying to keep blood from streaming down, and judging from the positioning it’d likely hit something vital. Perhaps a lung. “Come here?...I’m having, issues...E...Ekko? That, that is you. Right?” Eyes widening for a second as suddenly Jinx started to wonder if it was just another illusion caused by her strange mind she shoved herself off of the sign with a grunt, and reached out to him. “Are, are you real?” Voice soft and lost even as pain slid through it she couldn’t maintain her balance, and turning a bit as she reached out Jinx fell.

To her it seemed to take forever with the hard rooftop creeping upwards offering a brutal kiss to her face ready to accept her with the same uncaring coldness it accepted everything. To Ekko it was a snap decision, and barely a second as he caught her lowering her down to the rooftop. Finding herself suddenly on her back, and looking up at Ekko with her head on his thigh Jinx blinked and reached up with a blood stained hand placing it against his cheek. “Huh. Guess you really….are real...ahhhhhh” Eyes starting to look tired, and glazed over she coughed and didn’t seem to notice or care as a bit of blood hit her lips. “Kept...kept my promise. Can’t break pinky promises. Right?...I got it though.” The blood stained hand slid down slowly, and crept into a pouch on her hip pulling something out. Raising her hand enough for him to see what was in it Jinx couldn’t help her hand from shaking out of weakness as her fingers opened showing him not one, not two, but three hextech crystals. She’d blown up the Council Chambers with one and it was still usable. Who knows what he could accomplish with three. Feeling Ekko shift as he reached for her hand Jinx swallowed suddenly utterly convinced he was about to take the crystals and leave.

“Please! P...please? Can I…. gah, that, hurts! FUCK….Ask, for one thing? Don’t leave?” Looking up at him with those big pleading eyes she shook her head. “If, you want the last blow...finish me...alright. I get it. I know I’m dying. Sister stealing bitch and her rifle got a lucky shot...Wouldn’t even be so bad. If you did it. Least you another Zaunite. Heh, even be...poetic. Almost like, getting...put to sleep. By someone who I used, to, have sleep overs with. Right? Remember...those?...If you want that. Okay. Just please?” There was a shine to her eyes as though she was holding back tears. “Don’t leave? I hate being alone. I don’t want to be alone. Please stay?” Feeling his hand moving to pet at her, and hearing his soft words of reassurance she sank back down. For a moment it’d seem as though that was all that would be said before she heard a question. Why Silco?

“Cause it takes, a monster...to accept. To love, a monster… Why confused? We know what I am… I’m the one who killed them. Vander, Mylo, Claggor. My...bright, blue bomb. Just, crystal. Heh. Crystal and a clanging monkey going bang, bang, bang, bang against it. Boooooom...and than I flew through the air, and than Vi slapped me and called me Jinx and left and Silco was there and...come on Ekko. It’s not like you’d have ever forgiven me and let me into your fancy goody two shoes new family heh. Not...Jinx… That’s what my nightmares are about mostly you know?...Them. Still hear them...lots too… their voices yelling, screaming at me...my head, mind, whatever. It’s not… not normal… sometimes I think it’s really them on bad days… but mostly I know it’s not. Mostly I know it’s just my head being strange… I just. Just wanted to help though. They left me, and I just wanted to help and I followed along and jinxed it all… just wanted to help!”

Looking up at Ekko she’d never expected his response, and never ever having heard it from anyone it immediately made the tears stream down her cheeks. Hearing that she’d just been a child, and that of course he would have forgiven her and that she would have had a place with the Firelights. That she’d have been his family if she wanted. That he understood. That it’d been an accident, and a mistake, and that she’d always wanted to help of course she had and she had been a child it wasn’t her fault and she didn’t need forgiveness for that but she had it anyways if only from him.

The tears started, and the only reason they stopped as soon as they did was a lack of fluid in her body from the blood loss.

“I don’t want to die Ekko. Not yet… you remember. When we were lil?” Her hand that had been holding her wound lifted up, and immediately the blood started to trickle down faster than before as she pointed up to an airship that was lifting up and away from Piltover. “Always said...I’d...ride on one of those. One day. Go somewhere...else. I just...want to see what...it’s like somewhere else...I don’t...don’t want. To die...Ekko...can I ask...one more thing?” Voice getting weaker she seemed to try to press herself in closer to him as her body felt a bit cold. Not really hearing his response Jinx muttered. “Will you? Go on an airship, and go somewhere else? Don’t care were. Just...somewhere...maybe even take...some my ashes… toss them there. Least that way… some part of me will...have traveled.”

Whatever he said she didn’t hear. Her head starting to fill with voices once more as Jinx struggled just to get one more breath of air lasting as long as she possibly could.

IT’s TiME JiNX HAHAHAHAH I TOLD YOU WHEN YOU DIED I’D LAUGH AS YOU FADED. ThiS IS WhAT You DesERVE. No BiG FigHT. NoTHING. JuST ShoT IN thE BacK As YoU FleE. ThE LasT ThiNG yOU EvER FeEL ThE SkiN Of SomEONe we BOTH KNOW HATES YOU IMAGINE THAT JINX YOU FUCKING FAILURE! CAN’T EVEN MANAGE TO STEAL A FEW CRYSTALS WITHOUT DYING ON THE WAY BACK HOME! STILL A FAILURE AnD NoW YoU WILL JoiN US iN The DaRKnESS AnD I’LL MaKE SurE You NeVER SEE Vi AgAIN! WhAT EvER ComES AftER I’lL MAKE SURE YOU NEVER SEE VI OR ANYONE THAT LOVES YOU AGAIN EVEN IF I HAVE TO DRAG YOU DOWN INTO THE DARK MYSELF.

She wasn’t even sure whose voice it was. Some how it didn’t quite sound like any one person’s voice. Not Mylo’s bullying taunting even. It sounded like a thousand voices all screaming together at her, and her shoulders hunched up defensively as she rolled over trying to get away from those voices. “Stop. Stop. STOP!… Please… Not...like… this… Ekko? Ekko where...why...I don’t...want...to die...don’t leave.. me alone… please…” Voice trailing off Jinx’s body went still, and cold. When she rolled over her head had landed on the cool rooftop, and Jinx died believing in that moment Ekko had left and that she’d been utterly alone with nothing more than her own mind screaming at her.

Jinx would never know of the small private funeral that was attended by Vi, and surprisingly enough Ekko. Her body burned on a proper pyre, and her ashes divided up. Vi had been shocked when Ekko had requested some, but had given a portion up despite Ekko offering no explanation other than that Jinx had asked him for something. In the end Jinx would travel. Her ashes could be found in Zaun, and Piltover, and some day Ekko would travel. Perhaps when he was old and nearing the end of his life, or perhaps middle age, or even younger deciding he should go while he had the energy and could learn from the trip and enjoy it. When he traveled her ashes would get sprinkled in a hundred different places.

Jinx would never know she’d died still loved. That she’d died with someone else there. That she had, in a way, finally gotten to travel. She had passed scared, and small, and tormented after trying her best not to fail yet another person and to help keep a promise.

A life of violence, and fire, and smoke. Of grime, and struggle, and never feeling as though food was guaranteed. A short life of hurting, and being hurt. A life seeing monsters, and becoming one. A life that had never truly given her any options. It had been a life spent trying to help others, and serve the purpose of another without ever seeing her own dreams come to life.

Jinx Powder had died never getting to be free.

#jinxdrabbles #death cw #angst cw

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kodaiki · 2 years

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[1:33 A.M.]

“are you awake?”

sakusa hears from underneath you as you lightly tap on his chest. for whatever reason, either it be his fatigue from the long day or the fact the was only half awake, he doesn’t respond.

you try again, more gently - as if hoping he wasn’t, “kiyoomi?”

it’s rather rare for you to use his full name instead of a pet name he’d call god awful or the go-to nickname omi, so now he’s a little curious.

still, he doesn’t stir nor answer.

“ok, good,” you sigh in. oh, he realizes, you were actually hoping he was asleep for whatever you had to say or do.

“i uhm, i love you,” you begin, before lightly chuckling, “but you know that already.” it’s true, you’ve shared the three words with him on countless occasions but no matter how many times you do say it, he still gets a buzz across all his nerves. this time is no exception; he fights against the urge to shift around, getting whatever jitters are in his system out.

“but, i want to tell you this everyday, too, so … - gah, i can’t even find the words to a sleeping you,” you murmur, and he can only imagine the way you’re flustered - flushed face and squeezed shut eyes - as you attempt to finish your thoughts. it nearly brings a smile to his face.

“i guess i wanna say, thank you for loving me.” there’s a vulnerability in your tone, a slight wobble in the way the words flow out of your mouth. now he knows he can’t open his eyes; this isn’t meant for him to hear, at least not yet.

“i know i’m emotional, neurotic and annoying on a good day, so knowing you love me as consumingly as much as i love you (i love you more though, just saying) is something i never thought i’d receive in this lifetime.”

sakusa knows those adjectives are things you’ve come up with in the depth of your mind - or perhaps some stupid bullies from your past had drilled into you - but he thought none of those things of you.

“and you- god, you’re perfect,” you breathe out again, tracing a pattern with the pad of your finger along his chest. “how i got so lucky, i’m not really sure.”

sakusa believe it’s he who’s the one that’s lucky.

when you’d met the stoic man, by chance at a cafe near the arena, never did either of you think that the other would raise such an impact on your lives.

but then there you were, switching your order for his, which he hastily reached out for before your could take a sip. he remembers you uttering your apologies, bowing and waving in embarrassment.

normally he’d shrug off – maybe even sneer off if he were in a bad enough mood – the happening but your flushed face, you shaking hands; he couldn’t leave you in that state, now could he?

“it’s alright, really,” he tries to reassure you, blinking rapidly. he grows panicked as well when you apologize even more, shaking your head in shame.

maybe you wouldn’t be so embarrassed if you know you’d mixed orders with the sakusa kiyoomi.

but you did know who he was, thanks to the black jackals killer win covering all news outlets and your twitter feed.

so, you’re mortified.

when sakusa managed to calm you down, a little warily at that because your behavior was a little … strange, you’d bid your goodbyes with awkward smiles - yours more painful than his, before returning back to your everyday lives.

but the universe had other plans, of course.

because that moment forward, you’d see sakusa in that same coffee shop every time you were there.

in the beginning it was a little awkward, either pretending the other wasn’t there or sending each other pressed smiles. but on one of the days the coffee shop was abnormally not as packed as usual, you trudge in, knocking the jingling bell hanging off the top of the door harshly, muttering and grumbling about the god awful rain that's forming puddles to my ankles.

sakusa, clad in a raincoat and large black umbrella standing on its tip beside himself as he holds the handle, stifles his amusement as you shake yourself off like some sort of mutt coming out of a bath.

"bad morning?" he asks after you order your coffee and appear next to him in the small group of customers awaiting their order.

you make a sound of surprise at his attention, startling you slightly and making you lift your head quickly. when you catch sight of the dry, yet amused, expression across his features, you relax back into your slouch.

"more like a soaked morning," you murmur out of one side of your lips since their twisted in dismay. you glance over at the taller, leaner, man again, looking rather envious of his appropriate weather-wear. "they said light rain on the news," you huff.

"and you believe that?" sakusa scoffs. and then he laughs; if he laughs at the fact that you could be so naive or at the fact that he finds your pout adorable, you can't tell. but regardless, you stare in awe at the man. if only he wasn't wearing a mask, maybe you'd be able to see a smile.

"always come prepared," he trails off, looking over at the duffel bag, full of his sports gear, near his feet. he crouches slightly, digging into it, as if in search for something. "i always bring an extra," sakusa murmurs, a little bashfully, pulling out a smaller, tightly wrapped black umbrella and holds it out for you.

granted, the extra was usually for that annoying blonde teammate of his who never knew when to bring what but sakusa decides atsumu can survive one day in the rain.

"you're letting me borrow it?" you ask softly, taking the end of the umbrella's material between your fingertips.

sakusa hums in confirmation, straightening his posture once more and towering over you again. "just return it the next time you see me here."

before you can protest, his name – of course you know his name at this point – is called by a barista and he's given his coffee. he's about to leave the coffee shop before you stop him.

"but you don't even know my name!"

sakusa turns on his heel, suddenly feel heat rise up his neck. god, it took him that much self encouragement to even offer you the damn umbrella and now he's failed to even ask your name? he wants the floor to swallow him whole.

you take his slow blinks as expectance – really, he was jsut processing his embarrassment – and you clear your throat with a small smile. "y/n. i'm y/n."

"y/n," he visibly relaxes, glad he didn't have to plain out ask for your name. "i expect to see my umbrella tomorrow." had it not been for the nod of acknowledgement and crease of his eyes – he's smiling – you would think nothing of it. but that was confirmation: the butterflies in your stomach were swirling around in his, too.

"i was a blubbering mess!" you go on, practically reciting your innermost feelings sakusa wasn't 100% aware of when he first met you.

god, he wants to smile to so bad.

smile and just pull you in to hug you tighter against him.

"so, yeah, i just mostly wanted to thank you... and i love you... okay g'night." and then abruptly, almost comically, you shove your head back into the spot on sakusa's chest – right over his heart – to fall asleep.

when your breathing shallows, sakusa opens his eyes, squinting into the darkness of your shared bedroom, before looking down at you. he smiles fondly at you committing what you told him to memory, although he wasn't meant to hear it.

but it's alright.

the minute you do decide to tell him, he’ll be ten times more in love with you as he is now, hearing the words as a secret.

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beels-burger-babe · 3 years

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Double Vision

*This is completely self-indulgent as I officially have to wear glasses now and got my first pair today, but I figured to give you guys some content in between me being stuck on the two stupid drafts that I'm writing, I'd give you this I guess this is a series of shorts?? Either way, enjoy! -B*

Summary: It's the night before the first major test of the RAD school year, and MC has been holed up in their room all day. The brothers are concerned and go to check in on them, but they notice something different - MC is wearing glasses

CW: Asmo being Asmo. His bit is a little suggestive at times

LUCIFER

Although he'll never admit it, Lucifer was really concerned when you had disappeared for the entire day.

He was so used to hearing you laughing amongst his brothers, or pestering him in his office, or even just lounging in the living room that your absence had left him feeling like something was wrong.

Using the excuse of bringing you food to prevent you from starving, he comes to your room and knocks once before entering.

"MC, I know your studying, but do try not to forget that you...need..."

He's cut off mid-snark as he saw you staring back at him behind a pair of framed lenses.

His heart stuttered in his chest and Lucifer Morningstar is left speechless.

Your hair was a mess from the countless times you had run your hands through it. There were bags of exhaustion under your eyes, and there was a hand-shaped mark on your face from where you had been leaning into your palm.

But with those glasses, you looked studious and sharp.

If the eye-wear added this much to your beauty when you were clearly sleep-deprived as you were, he couldn't help but imagine how you might look dressed up in business wear with them.

"Lucifer?"

He snapped his head up, as you caught his focus one more, and noticed, with a frown, how you had removed your glasses.

"Did you come here for something?"

Lucifer walked over to your desk and set down the plate in front of you. "I was ensuring that you actually ate some food between all the reading you're doing." He picked up your glasses and casually inspected them (although mentally he was taking note of the style so that he could buy you more). "I was unaware that you wear glasses, MC."

You rolled your eyes and took a bite from the food in front of you. "That's because I don't need to wear them all the time. Just when I'm doing activities that can strain my eyes."

Lucifer hummed and looked closely at you. You rose an eyebrow at the demon, questioning his odd behaviour. Before you could say anything, he leaned forward and gently slid the frames onto your face.

You felt your cheeks heat up as his eyes remained locked on yours, and a sly smile graced his lips. "You should wear them more often," he whispered softly. "You look lovely in them."

MAMMON

Mammon sighed heavily as he sat upside down on his bed.

He was bored. You had locked yourself up in your room all day for that stupid test and had kicked him out since apparently he was "distracting" and "prevented you from getting any work down."

Well, fuck that! He wanted to spend time with you, damn it!

Mammon marched down the hall and banged on the door once before throwing open the door. "Yo human! Studyin' time is over! It's Mammon ti-...time..."

He trailed off for a moment as he noticed you glaring heatedly at him. However, it wasn't the glare that made him surprised. No. It was the fact that the glare was being filtered through a pair of glasses that he had never seen before on your face.

"When the fuck did you start wearin' glasses?!" He screeched and marched over to you, grabbing your cheeks to pull you closer and get a better look.

You let out a noise of frustration and swatted his hands away. "Mammon quit it! I'm trying to study!"

Surprisingly, he pulled back his hands, but he remained barely an inch away from you. "I didn't ask if you were studyin'! I asked about the glasses!"

You felt yourself blush and pulled your face away. "I've always had glasses. I just don't always wear them. That's all. Wh-Why does it matter?"

Mammon opened his mouth to give a retort, before snapping his jaw back shut. His face grew rapidly warm as he scratched the back of his neck. "I-I was just wonderin'! You've been down here for what? 3 months now? And I ain't ever seen you wear them."

You averted your eyes from the clearly flustered demon and nervously played with your hands. "Yeah, well, I didn't really want any of you to see me in them. I look pretty silly and-"

"What the fuck are you talkin' about? You're adorable!!" Mammon shouted before slapping a hand over his blushing face. The two of you stared at each other with wide eyes full of shock. "I-I mean, glasses are cool, ya know? I wear glasses all the time! And if the Great Mammon knows anythin', it's style! So, of course, you look cute- I mean good- I mean gorgeous- I-I mean GAH!" Mammon turned around and stormed out of the room.

A couple days later, you found a pair of tinted glasses, identical to the ones Mammon wears, in your prescription sitting by your door.

LEVIATHAN

Levi groaned as he looked at the books in front of him.

He wasn't the most studious of his brothers, and this test was draining the life out of him. He wanted nothing more than to curl up with you and watch anime, but because of this stupid test you were both holed up in your respective rooms studying.

Leviathan let out a huff as he laid his head on his desk and glanced over at his manga collection. His gaze paused on the side of a particular school manga with the two main characters studying on the cover.

Levi shot out of his seat in realization, "I can just go study with them!!!"

Levi quickly gathered all his textbooks and went straight to your room. He knocked on the door and nervously waited for you to answer.

As the door swung open, Levi's jaw dropped and his books went scattering across the floor.

Glasses. You were wearing glasses. Glasses that made your eyes look slightly bigger and just overall made you so freaking cute. Oh goodness. He didn't know that you could pull off the cool, studious type so well. You were just so cute!

"Oh shoot, Levi! Your books!" You bent down and quickly began to gather them for him. It was just like a scene from an anime!

"S-So kawaii," the otaku muttered, as he tried to hide his red face behind his arm.

The reddening got worse as you looked up at him and tilted your head. "What was that, Levi?"

He frantically waved his hands took his books back from you, "N-NOTHING! Just, um, I-I was wondering if we could study together? I'm not having much luck on my own, a-a-and you look smart, especially with your new glasses, which look amazing, and I-I thought maybe..."

You smiled softly at the otaku's mumbling and grabbed his hand. "Of course, Levi! I'd love to study with you!"

As you pulled him into your room to sit at your desk, Levi blushed and followed behind you, mentally thinking of the number of glasses-wearing cosplays he could get you to try.

SATAN

Satan took a sip of his tea as you sat down at the library table beside him.

Test season had always been a favourite of his for a number of reasons, but this year, those reasons could all be narrowed down to one big one: he got to spend more time alone with you.

It made him more grateful than ever that his brothers were morons and that he was the only dependable demon in the house that you could study with.

He had constructed an easy-to-follow study guide for the two of you that would guarantee both your success for this test. You'd get good grades and avoid Lucifer's wrath, and he'd get to spend time with you. It was a win-win.

He flipped through a textbook to find the subject of the test. "Alright. We should get started if we're going to stick to the plan. Now, how comfortable are you with..." he stopped short as he looked up and saw you staring at him with a pair of glasses on your face.

He blinked.

He had never seen you were glasses before. He couldn't help but think that now that he had, he never wanted to see you without them again. You look so stunning and elegant with them on. He absolutely loved it.

Of course, he couldn't just tell you that though.

Instead, Satan tilted his head and smirked. "You are aware that just because you're wearing glasses, it won't make you any smarter?"

You gasped in mock offence and lightly hit his arm as Satan laughed. "I'll have you know these are prescribed! I have to wear them when I'm doing any strenuous activities."

Satan flashed a roguish smile and went back to flipping through his book. "Pity. I'd rather like to see you wear them more often. You look wonderful," before you even got the chance to respond or acknowledge the light blush on his cheeks, Satan cleared his throat. "Now, on page 364, you'll see..."

ASMODEUS

Asmodeus hummed to himself as he walked towards your room with a basket full of facemasks and nail polish in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other.

You had been tucked away in your little room all day studying, and he just knew that you needed a break. That's where he came in of course, offering you all the love and self-care you could ever desire.

Asmodeus joyfully knocked on your door before slipping inside. "MC dear, I've come to free you from your..." he inhaled sharply at the sight before him.

You were laying on your stomach, kicking your legs behind you as you read whatever book you were studying from, dressed in an adorably oversized sweatshirt. That alone would've been enough to make him squeal.

But you were also wearing glasses.

Asmo shrieked as he jumped onto the bed with you and tackled you.

You let out a yelp as the two of you tumbled to the floor. "Wha- Asmo! Get off!"

Asmodeus giggled and sat up beside you. "Sorry, darling! I couldn't help it! You look so cute with your little glasses. AH! It's delightful," his eyes sparkled with intrigue and pleasure. "Sexy even," he purred as he leaned in close.

You chuckled and pushed Asmodeus away as you stood up. "I'm just studying. The glasses are so I can read without getting a headache."

The demon hummed as he walked back over to the door to regather his supplies. "Well, have you ever considered buying some for accessories? I have a pair or two that would look gorgeous on you. It'd be a shame if the only person who ever got to see how scrumptious you look with glasses was your books," he smirked knowingly as he turned around and saw you flustered.

Asmo grinned and held the basket and wine bottle. "Now enough with the studying. It's time for a break. So sit back and relax, and let me take care of you."

You raised an eyebrow at him, and damn that glare was more effective from behind a pair of lenses. "Asmo," you warned, causing the demon to shiver.

Asmo pouted and gestured to the basket. "Self-care of course. Gee, MC, why must you think such filthy things."

BEELZEBUB

Beel made his way towards your room with his arms full of snacks.

He was proud of you for taking your test so seriously and really putting in the work to do your best, but he was also worried. He had barely seen you come out of your room even once today, and that meant that you probably hadn't eaten enough.

Seeing as you were always carrying around snacks for him, he figured it was time that he returned the favour.

He frowned as he got to your door and realized that he had no hands to knock with. He tried rearranging the food in his arms but nearly dropped the entire load. Beel huffed and stared at the door for a couple seconds before leaning forward and butting it with his head several times.

He heard a groan and some shuffling on the other side before the door opened.

His eyes widened as you stood before him, yawning as you rubbed your eyes underneath your glasses - yes, glasses.

You were always small in comparison to Beel, but now with the glasses, there was something about it that made you look even more delicate.

"Cute," Beel said as he looked down at you.

Your face instantly flushed as you blinked up at him. "H-Huh?"

Beel smiled softly and felt his fingers twitch with the urge to ruffle your hair. "Your glasses. They look very cute," he explained honestly.

You squeaked and quickly took them off, too embarrassed by Beel's forward compliment. "Th-Thanks Beel. They're um, they're just for studying."

The urge to ruffle your hair, or pat your shoulder, or even simply touch you grew stronger, but Beel's hands were still full. So, much like with the door, Beelzebub thought of an alternative.

He leaned down and gently kissed the top of your head. His warm gaze met yours as he gently whispered, "You always look pretty, but with them on, you look even prettier," and then, as though he hadn't just stolen your heart, he grinned and held out the food. "I brought snacks."

BELPHEGOR

Belphie had been wandering around the house late at night in yet another round of restlessness.

He had just walked past your door when he noticed your bedroom light was still on. Belphegor tsked and began making his way over. It was bad enough that he wasn't getting any sleep. He didn't need you picking up on his awful sleep habits just because of some boring test.

Without bothering to knock, Belphie opened your bedroom door. He opened his mouth to tease you but found his words catching in his throat.

You weren't awake after all.

You were passed out on your desk, face smooshed up against an open book with a pair of glasses sitting uncomfortably askew on your nose.

Belphie felt his cold heart melt at the sight.

He let out a deep chuckle and walked over to you. He carefully removed the glasses from your face and snorted at the red lines that had been left in their wake. He pressed gentle kisses to the marks before scooping you up in his arms and carrying you over to your bed.

"Silly MC," he whispered as he draped your blankets over you. "Everyone knows that you're not supposed to sleep with glasses on," he smiled tenderly at your sleeping form as he brushed a few hairs from your forehead. "No matter how cute they may make you."

*And that's that! I hope you enjoyed this cute little thing I just threw together! Sorry I haven't been able to write as much lately. School and work have just been insane and I honestly don't think the workload is gonna get any lighter. Thank you for your patience and your support!*

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glamrock-espiee · 3 years

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Monty Gator x F!NightGuard!Reader

I haven’t written smut in two years please forgive my writing quality… I was eventually pushed to this point once my friends started to write fnaf smut 💀

Tw for asphyxiation/choking!

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“The pizzaplex will close in 10 minutes! Staff and customers, thank you so much for coming! The gang will be ready to see you tomorrow!”

That was your queue, your job in the pizzaplex was a night guard. You first went to inspect every nook and cranny of the plex to see if there was anything odd, luckily only a few dust bunnies and pepperonis were found. You actually really liked your job, usually you’d just roam around making sure there aren’t any dinguses lurking, if you didn’t find them then most certainly the animatronics would.

The next part of your job was to look through the security cameras, usually Vanessa would be the one on duty but she called in sick this week, probably just an excuse since she really didn’t like the animatronics. But regardless of your thoughts, you went to the security room to check if anything was going on. Nothing special, just security bots and Monty roaming around…

“Wait… Monty???” You question yourself, knowing full well that you told the animatronics to get into their rooms.

You let out a tired sigh walking to the location you saw Monty in. “Hey! Big guy, I thought I told you to stay in your room tonight.” You shout at him to make your presence known, “Oh, hey doll. What’cha doin’ out this late at night?” A slight coo in his voice, “I’m the other night guard, Vanessa called in sick this week.” You said in a tired tone. “Is that so, well, why don’t you spend a lil time ol’ Monty, eh? Whaddya say doll?” You sigh once more, nodding your head. You thought you saw Monty smirk a bit but you guess it was just you.

You both decided to go to his golf course. But long story short you got your shit rocked by Monty and his golfing skills. “4-1 cupcake! Beat that!” He laughs loudly, while you sulk about being a beginner “Go easy Montgomery! I’ve never played golf ever…” you said glumly, “No thanks sweet cheeks but thanks for the offer!” He mocks you even further. “Let’s just get this over with…”

Again you lost multiple times over, and every time you did, Monty would laugh uproariously. But still you genuinely found this night fun. “Hey, Monty. Thanks for making this night fun. I thought it would be pretty boring.” You giggle “Ohohoho~? Glad to hear that sugar, but whaddya think about making your night even better?” And there it was, the smirk you saw on monty’s face, coming back to bite you, literally. He drags you to his green room, and with you, fully knowing what else was gonna happen.

You were soon thrown on Monty’s ripped up couch, “Are you ready for the night of your life, girlie?” And just with that one sentence, you felt your undergarments get wet. He started to kiss your neck ravenously, which made you whine in delight. You really couldn’t do anything with your hands being bound. All you could do is whine and squirm while Monty does all of the work. “You’re enjoying yourself huh, doll?” You shakily nod, still feeling hazy. “Hm, why don’t you help your pal Monty eh?” His pelvic plate opened, a 7-8 inch phallus emerged, a furious blush arises on your cheeks, “c’mon doll, don’t keep me waiting.” You crawl over to Monty, timidly positioning your face near his tip of his dick, sucking lightly at first, soon you manage to fit majority penis in mouth. Gagging a bit, you begun sucking, your eyes roll back to head. Just thinking about how this will penetrate you in a few minutes, “Gah- doll- go faster will ya?” And you do just that, but you ended up gagging once again. You went back to the normal pace carefully trying not to choke, suddenly, you felt a hand force your head all the way down his shaft. A lukewarm sticky fluid filled your mouth with no other option, you swallowed.

“Good girl… now, I think it’s time for little prize.” You heard a purr in his voice, suddenly you felt pressure on your neck. It was Monty holding you by your throat, you gasped in tears, pain and pleasure swirling in your lower region as Monty shoves his member into your leaking core. The feeling was better then expected, you felt your eyes roll back into your head once more, hearing a small chuckle that came from Monty after seeing you in such a state, this really is the best night of your life. Monty started thrusting into you furiously, you felt the knot in your become tighter and tighter. You start to convulsed and came without warning, despite that Monty still kept going, you start begging him to slow down. The overstimulation caused you to climax once more, and luckily so did Monty. “Heh, good job doll, you did well.” Monty huffed out a praise, causing you to give him a weak smile. “Thanks, Monty. But I really should get going, I have some unfinished stuff to attend to.” You got up but immediately got pulled back down. “Stay for a bit why won’t ya? You need some rest, you can patrol later.” Monty said quite affectionately, you giggled a bit.

“Alright, big guy.”

IM SO SORRY FOR THE DELAY I LOST MOTIVATION AND I KEPT HAVING SEIZURES WHILE WRITING THIS BUT I HOPE YOU LIKED IT…

#monty gator #monty x reader #fnaf security breach #fnaf fanfic #fnaf smut

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youwouldntbelievehowigothere · 2 years

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Hello, hello! For the prompts: What about something where Link and Zelda try to hide their relationship (but everyone knows they are together anyway)? :)

Loved your zelink week stuff!

Glad you enjoyed it! I decided to go with pre-Skyward Sword, just because I’d never never seen a secret relationship fic for them done before.

The two former best friends sat next to each other in the classroom all alone together. Perhaps former best friends wasn’t the correct term. Maybe best friends plus, or something more to that effect was more accurate. Since Link would still count her as his best friend, just now they…

Well, they were going out. He wasn’t exactly sure how it had happened.

One day they’d been walking around skyloft, and Zelda had been complaining that Groose kept bothering her about the wing ceremony. Zelda had been chosen last year to represent Hylia at the end of the Knight ceremony, and Link didn’t think anyone better could’ve been chosen.

“I’m more focused on the costume right now, rather than the uh, gift,” she said, keeping the ‘gift’ rather vague.

“Isn’t the goddess costume already made?” he asked.

“Well, yes, but I thought I’d try and make a new one. The old one… it’s just sort of worn out, don’t you think?”

Link didn’t have a strong opinion on it. But Zelda was good at sewing, so he trusted her judgment. “Have you started the gift at least?”

“I’ve been working on it since I found out!” she exclaimed, “but if I only worked on it I’d go crazy! Besides, it’s not like Groose is going to win the Wings Ceremony.”

Link kept quiet. Normally, he might protest the cruel words, but Link really didn’t want him to win the race. He didn’t want someone else to get the gift Zelda had worked so hard on. Even if it were someone who didn’t bully him, he might remain quiet.

“Because you’re going to win, right?” she continued, her voice a degree quieter.

He nodded. He planned on it.

She let out a sigh.

“I’m going to try my hardest,” he said at last, “though I am sort of…”

“You’re what?” she pressed.

“I’m,” his face became warm, and he avoided her gaze. He was remembering something a knight from a few years back had said. “I’m sort of glad you’re giving something that’s an object.”

“And why is that?”

“Well, I’d heard a knight saying how his year, the gift wasn’t done, so the woman playing the goddess, she, well, she kissed him.” Link hid under his bangs. “They’re married now, so I guess it worked out…”

Zelda was quiet for a few moments before asking, “So you’re glad you wouldn’t have to kiss me?”

“No!” Link nearly shouted. The excitement in his voice drew a few looks. He grabbed her hand to pull her along, hoping she wasn’t noticing how sweaty it was. When they finally got to a more secluded location, where the wind whipped their words off and saw from Skyloft, he continued emphatically, “No. I… I wouldn’t want someone else to kiss you.”

She tilted her head.

“If you didn’t want. I mean, you wouldn’t do that if you didn’t want to and–”

“Link, are you saying you’d be okay if it was you I kissed?”

Was he? Was he?! Kissing her had only been the object of many a stray thought and fantasy. Thoughts and fantasies that were highly inappropriate to have about a friend. Why did he say that? He was worse than Groose. But he couldn’t lie to her!

Avoiding her eye, he nodded.

“Link, look at me,” she said and slowly he dragged his gaze to meet hers. He was surprised by the blush that rested on her cheeks and the determined expression she wore. It was honestly very cute on her.

In a flash she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his. Link froze; He’d never been kissed before. She drew back and Link was sure he was going to combust. Before she could say anything, he pulled her into a hug. They’d hugged before, of course, but something was different now. He couldn’t bear her to see his probably lame reaction.

“Link?” she squeaked.

His face was in her hair, and he couldn’t help but notice how nice it smelled. Gah! He was probably being such a weirdo!

But she wrapped her arms around him right back, and one carded through his hair.

“Zelda,” he murmured, not sure how to express himself. He decided to repeat what she’d accused him of earlier. “I only want you to kiss me.”

She giggled, but before he could feel embarrassed she said, “deal, but only if you promise only to kiss me back.”

Never before had he made an easier deal.

She pulled back and looked at him expectantly. Link kissed her then, perhaps a little harder than she did. Their teeth clacked and they both pulled away.

“I guess we need more practice,” she said, and Link felt at ease.

They hadn’t talked about it after that, not in concrete terms. In Link’s mind they were together like a couple courting, but they’d never said as much. They also never told anyone else what had changed.

Link didn’t want to keep a secret, but when he hardly knew what was going on, he certainly didn’t want others in on it!

And so some weeks later they sat in the empty classroom going over wind structures and patterns for the final test of the quarter. They used to study in each other’s rooms, but that changed once they reached a certain age. It wasn’t proper, her father had said. Zelda had protested greatly, but Link hadn’t. He wanted Zelda’s father to like him.

Under the table, she stepped playfully on his feet as she always had, but now she would look up and wink on occasion. It was highly distracting.

In the quiet calm of the classroom, Link decided something.

He was going to marry her. Someday, at least. As the sun trickled onto her golden hair, he thought her not needing a costume to be the goddess incarnate. She was beautiful.

…

Little did he know, but she had come to the same conclusion months before while he practiced with the sword.

…

Now he stood in the empty classroom, alone, but not alone together.

He was resting and restocking before going down to tackle another temple, another trial. He didn’t know why he had wandered into the room. There was nothing for him there.

“Oh, Link, I’d heard you’d come back,” Headmaster Gaepora said, entering the room. “How long are you staying?”

Link honestly hadn’t thought that far ahead. He’d been planning to pass out for a few hours, grab a health potion, repair his shield, and then head back down, but he’d been stuck in one spot for what felt like forever.

He just wanted to see her again.

Gaepora pulled out a chair and sat, pulling out the chair beside him and gesturing for Link to sit. Link complied and stared at his hands clasped before him on the table.

“You look like someone with much on his mind,” the headmaster said, “and while I won’t kiss you better like my daughter would’ve, you can tell me all that you wish.”

Link looked up, rather shocked Zelda’s father would say such a thing.

“Don’t look so surprised son,” he said, “It has always been a matter of when, not if with you two. No father wants his child to grow up, but you’re a good lad.” He set a comforting hand on Link’s shoulder. “My only hope is you can bring her back and I can give you my blessing properly when the time comes.”

Link felt his face color. He was a mix of embarrassment, melancholy, and hope.

“I’m going to get her back,” he said, a vow to himself and the world.

Gaepora nodded and squeezed Link’s shoulder. The touch was grounding, and Link finally threw off the indecision and sadness that had halted his movements.

Quietly, he thanked Gaepora and stood to try and rest for a few hours. The short walk had his sluggish brain going over a few of the odd interactions over the past few weeks. The sad looks and quiet words of encouragement. Of course, being friends was more than enough motivation for Link to feel the need to help Zelda, but with the new closeness they’d held… Well, it put the sympathy in a new light.

Once in his room, he threw off his shield and pack, leaving his boots and hat on, and fell face first onto his bed. He was out nearly immediately.

#skyward sword #zelink #zelink fanfiction #prompt request #fanfiction

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yanderemommabean · 3 years

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Humanoid bara yandere dinos? Or hot humanoid Dino mamas?

“Specimen A, please open your mouth” You say while preparing your clipboard, watching the being before you stand with a curious expression. Human as they may seem, you know better than to fall for the gimmick. Type A specimens are especially skilled in camouflage and body modification, able to blend into their surroundings to attack prey by ambush.

The only way to tell them apart from your own species is by seeing their teeth, or in rare cases, the shape of their pupils when they are in a state of anger. Slits like that of a predator protecting its territory, preparing for a slaughter.

“Open...Mouth?” the specimen mimics, tilting its head curiously as it walks to you and sits at your feet. It waits for a confirming nod, and lets it’s large tongue loll out of it’s gaping, tooth filled maw. It was young, still learning how to speak it’s own tongue let alone humans. It was cute, they always were when fresh out of the incubators and into the playpen. You could tell this little one was different, much more open to sharing and learning compared to the other youngsters.

As you jot down some small observations, freezing when a type B specimen walked behind you with a low, possessive growl. Type B specimens were ones you were told to avoid when around younger hatchlings, as the mix of DNA and instincts created more hostile and possessive beings.

Type B were capable of using their stealth and pack like mentality to take down prey, having senses of smell and sight to which humans can only envy and wish to obtain in the next life. You hush the startled youngling from the unknown specimens approaching from behind, and hug them to your chest as they ask to be lifted up, pressing their face into your chest as they shake and whimper.

“Lovely parental instincts” One says as two other large, well built male specimen approach. “You’d be such a good mate you know? Our young would look lovely having your blood”.

“We could always use a human like you-” one says as he cages you in, growling as the young type A in your arms prevents him from moving in another inch.

The other male chuckles, while a female type B coos at your predicament. “Come on, let us take you. Your body is just aching to be marked and bred full of our DNA” she pacified, nodding her head towards the male on standby to shoo the other children away into the outside playground.

You stand your ground firmly, tightening your hold on the child while puffing your chest. Weakness was not an option, especially with a young one. “Back down. Go back to your enclosure before I'm forced to use protocol Z” you warn, side stepping out of the arms blocking you in as the two remaining specimens only stare you down with wicked grins.

The female purrs lowly, clicking to the other excitedly in their own language. The noise resonates through the both of them, almost a pleasant hum. You could only guess and assume what was being said, and used their distraction to get the other youngling to safety in the hatchlings enclosed playground.

No specimen was “Safe” per se, but if you had to choose any of the multiple categories, you’d choose the babies and hatchlings before their main instincts kicked in. They never caused much of a fuss. Well, until they learn what hunting is and then tag becomes a bit of a problem.

You press the lock button and try to take a deep breath, cursing to relieve some tension while the little ones tackle and run around on the playsets.

Jesus, how are they so good at escaping? Type B is notorious for pack attacks, could they be evolving? “God I can’t believe my notes are in there!” you huff, bringing your phone out to try and type down your thoughts, yelping and nearly dropping the device as it starts ringing.

“Gah!- Yes uhm, yes i’m here! “ you blurt out, pressing the phone to your ear as you give your location, notifying the voice of the security breach, blushing when a familiar voice calls out in the background.

“Ah, Y/n! Got those dinos in a riot again huh?” the head doctor called out, teasing you. You groan and cover your face with your other hand, muttering a goodbye before hanging up. Always the one to blame when the hybrids escape and go on the hunt. Anywhere from type A to Type Z. The hybrids have become increasingly persistent in getting a hold of a mate, or friend, or paternal figure, and you were brought to the team to try and figure out why.

Your thoughts are brought to a halt when shrill crying erupts on the playground, and you rush over to make sure the little ones are ok, seeing the type A from earlier was a bit too harsh when play biting. No big deal! No big deal! Just a kiss and a bandage, and some nice little snacks, and everything will be ok!

For the time being, as you’re unaware of the camouflaged eyes watching you from behind.

-Mommabean (Ok so! tell me what you think! sorry for any typos, my keyboard is wanky!)

#Yandere exophilia #yandere dino hybrids #thats a fucking tag #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #mommabean #poorly written badly paced #yandere exophilia #yandere ish #yandere jurassic park

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heyiwrotesomethings · 3 years

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A Compulsive Gambler?!

Yumeko Jabami x She/Her Reader

A/N: Could you imagine Yumeko dating someone and they have no idea she’s, ya know, a gambling freak? I bet she would have a hard time pulling back like, she’d still gamble with her SO but in a sneaky, more subdued way. Something like, ‘if you can guess what number I’m thinking of you can pick what we eat for dinner’, or something like that. Seems innocent enough but she just can’t help herself into turning some interactions into gambles. Anyway, hope y’all enjoy! Word Count: 5,170

For perhaps the first time since Mary met Yumeko, the girl was a nervous wreck. The usually carefree gambling addict was pacing around the near empty classroom while she twisted the ring on her thumb around and around again with no sign of stopping. Finally, Mary had had enough. If Suzui wasn’t going to be useful and ask what the hell was going on, she would do it herself.

“What the hell is your problem? Are you going through withdrawals or something?” Mary asked with an annoyed huff.

“Oh Mary-san!” Yumeko practically moaned, the back of her hand raised to her forehead with over dramatic flair, “I don’t know what to do!”

“About what?” Mary asked, accompanied with an annoyed eye roll.

“My girlfriend is coming to visit tomorrow and she’s going to be staying with me over the weekend!” Yumeko blushed cupping her hands over her face at the mere thought of it all. It just made Mary more annoyed.

“And? Am I supposed to feel sorry for you?”

“You have a girlfriend?” Ryota blinked, the poor boy seemed to always be falling behind.

“Yes, we’ve been together since our last year of middle school. We went to the same high school too until I transferred,” Yumeko gushed while she hugged herself, twisting and swaying slightly on her feet, “I love her so much! It’s been hard to be away from her all this time!”

Ryota scratched his cheek. “Then... why do you seem so uneasy?”

“Well that’s easy!” Yumeko cheered, a dazzling smile over her lips. A moment passed by and Yumeko appeared to pale considerably and a nervous sweat dotted her face, her body trembled and yet, the smile stayed in place. Mary and Ryota side eyed each other before staring back at Yumeko, waiting.

“She doesn’t know about my severe gambling addiction!” Yumeko finally disclosed.

“What?!” Mary and Ryota spoke in unison.

“Yes, it’s hard to believe isn’t it?” Yumeko sighed. “I’ve kept it hidden from her all this time because I feared what she would think of me if she found out. That, and I wouldn’t want her to get hurt from tagging along. I love that girl dearly and I can’t risk losing her.”

“How are you going to keep your secret, Yumeko?” Ryota’s worry for his friend was plain on his face.

“That’s where I’m hoping you two will come in!” Yumeko grasped a hand of Mary’s and Ryota’s in both of hers, a pleading pout on her face. “Help me keep her occupied and away from any mention of gambling!”

“Are you an idiot?” Mary scoffed, not waiting for an answer. “This school is all about gambling! Not to mention we’re in the midst of this insane election. You’d be better off just having her wait off of school grounds rather than parading her around for all your enemies to see.”

“Please Mary-san, it’s only for one day!” Yumeko cooed. She tried to wrap the blonde up in her arms, but Mary stood and held her away at arm’s length.

“I’m not gonna go out of my way for this fool’s errand. I’ve got to go meet with Ririka now. Figure it out yourself, but if you want my advice you should just come clean.” Mary said, giving Yumeko one last shove as she made her way out of the classroom.

“Oh yes, do you think Ririka-san would help? Maybe we could get Itsuki in on it as well!”

“You’re on your own!” Mary called from the hallway, making Yumeko whine.

“I’ll help you Yumeko.” Ryota predictably volunteered.

“Thank you, Ryota!” Yumeko bounced giddily, “Hopefully everything will run smoothly tomorrow if we play our cards right!”

***

“(Y/n)!” Yumeko jumped the girl as soon as she saw her approach the gates of the prestigious academy and showered her face with dozens of little kisses that made her girlfriend laugh and try to wiggle away from the continuous onslaught.

“Yumeko! I take it you missed me too then?” (Y/n) smiled, catching Yumeko’s face in her hands so she could land a few kisses of her own.

“Of course! You know it was one of the hardest decisions of my life to transfer here. I need to make up for lost time!” Yumeko grinned in return. She was about to steal another kiss when someone cleared their throat behind her.

“Oh, right!” Yumeko recalled, pulling (Y/n) to her side until they were near flush together. “Ryota, this is (L/n) (Y/n). (Y/n), this is Suzui Ryota, one of my friends!”

“Nice to meet you.” Ryota said. He was no stranger to feeling out of place, but after that intimate display he had never felt more awkward.

“Nice to meet you too, Suzui-san. I hope Yumeko hasn’t caused you too much trouble.” (Y/n) joked.

Thoughts of millions of yen in debt, gambling for nails, house pets, guns in a seedy basement, among other things, flashed almost violently in Ryota’s mind but he managed to keep a somewhat pleasant expression as he answered.

“Not at all! Yumeko’s a model student,” he lied.

“Oh god, I thought you’d be in the classroom by now. So much for a quiet morning.”

“Mary-san! Good morning!” Yumeko pivoted, still holding (Y/n) close, “Come meet my (Y/n)!”

“Hi. Saotome Mary. It’s a pleasure. Excuse us a second.” (Y/n) blinked and Mary was halfway through the courtyard before she noticed Yumeko being dragged along with her.

“Are you stupid?” Mary whispered harshly with no preamble once she found a secluded spot in the trees.

“Mary-san, what are we doing?” Yumeko asked, tilting her head like an inquisitive puppy would.

“How about what are you doing?” Mary hissed back. “The whole school must know you’re dating at this point!”

“Well that’s good isn’t it?”

“It’s the exact opposite of good! Do you have any idea how many people are gonna try to use her against you now? Use your head a little!”

“I thought you said you weren’t going to help me, Mary-san.” Yumeko giggled, “but you really do care about my happiness, don’t you?”

“Shut up!” Mary blushed, pushing Yumeko away before she could hug her. “I just don’t want some innocent girl to get caught up in this crazy school. Just be more discreet from now on. She already sticks out like a sore thumb without the Hyakkaou uniform.”

“I’ll do my best Mary-san!” Yumeko clapped. “It’ll be hard though since she’s just so kissable.”

“I didn’t ask.”

When they got back to the gate, they only saw Suzui looking around desperately while sweating bullets. When he finally saw Mary and Yumeko walking towards him, he ran up to them, breathing heavily.

“Ryota? Where did (Y/n) go?” Yumeko smiled.

“Iki... Ikishima’s girls took her! Tried to.. stop them but—“ Ryota panted and wheezed, stopping the retelling of his account once Yumeko rose her hand to his lips, directing him to silence.

“See? What did I tell you?” Mary groused. “And Ikishima of all people...” Mary shut her mouth tightly upon seeing the look on Yumeko’s face. The pure disgust and hatred that rolled off of her made Mary’s skin crawl.

“Ryota, Mary,” Yumeko eerily called, “it’s time for me to get my (Y/n) back from her visit to the trash heap. You’ll accompany me won’t you?”

It went without saying that Mary and Ryota followed after their friend. Whether out of fear or support, it could have gone either way. Even Mary thought it wise not to berate the usually carefree girl with ‘I told you so’s’ in this state.

They hurried to the bowels of the school and pushed through the beautification committee members. The members didn’t retaliate, one look at Yumeko’s face was enough to make them part their ranks like Moses and the sea. Yumeko approached the big metal door and knocked three times, loud metal echoes rung out over the hum of generators and fluorescent lights.

A wild laugh sounded upon the knocks. An eager cry of, ‘she’s here!’ could clearly be heard from inside as quick steps over linoleum could be heard tapping in rapid succession towards the door before it was wrenched open with a heinous squeak from its hinges that nearly matched pitch with Midari’s own delighted squeal upon being face to face with Yumeko.

“Yu-me-ko!” Midari sang, “so glad you could join us!”

Yumeko breezed past Midari without so much as a glance and went straight for (Y/n) who was tied to a chair in the middle of the room like some crime movie.

“Oh my (Y/n), are you alright?” Yumeko cooed, freeing (Y/n) from the gag and turning her face in her hands to look her over.

“I think so,” (Y/n) shivered, “just what kind of school do you go to where people are kidnapped at gunpoint?!”

The thought of Ikishima pressing that dirty gun against (Y/n)’s head made Yumeko want to curb stomp Ikishima’s head into a fine paste, but the deranged girl would have just loved that, wouldn’t she? Instead she worked on untying the ropes from (Y/n)’s middle, comforting her girlfriend along the way.

“It’s alright my love! The beautification committee is just really serious about following the dress code. They won’t bother you anymore.”

“Yumeko,” Midari moaned from behind her, “I brought her her so you would gah—!”

Mary slapped the girl hard over the back of her head and gave her a warning look. Midari shut up more out of the delight of being hit more than anything else.

“...’Gah’?” (Y/n) flicked her eyes over everyone in the room, trying to get some kind of explanation for what the hell was going on.

“‘Gah?’” Yumeko repeated right back with a smile. “Whatever does that mean, my dear?”

“I don’t know, the girl with the eye patch said it.” (Y/n) replied, finally loose from her bindings, she rubbed her hands over her arms where the scratchy rope had dug in.

“Oh sweetheart, you must be seeing things. I see no such girl here.” Yumeko said, causing a whimper to fall from Midari’s lips. “Let’s get to my class now, shall we?”

“Anywhere is better than here.” (Y/n) sighed, choosing not to question Yumeko about the girl who had taken her. She clearly didn’t like her and after being dragged here against her will, (Y/n) couldn’t say she enjoyed the crazed girl’s company either.

“That’s my girl,” Yumeko cooed, pulling (Y/n) tightly against her side. They walked past Midari as she blubbered and crawled over the floor towards Yumeko only to have the metal door slammed in her face.

“Come on, we’re already late!” Mary griped. “Some of us have scholarships to keep!”

“I just can’t wait to be sitting in a classroom with my (Y/n) again,” Yumeko sighed dreamily, “it will be just like old times!”

“Yeah.” (Y/n) smiled though she was still coming to terms with being held at gunpoint for wearing the wrong uniform. Yumeko hadn’t even seemed to be phased by it. Like it was something that was part of the school policy. We’re all rich people schools like this? Whatever, (Y/n) wasn’t going to let this one setback, no matter how momentarily terrifying, ruin her weekend with Yumeko.

Before they could make it to their classroom, the were jumped by another second year student with literal stars in her eyes as she grabbed Yumeko’s hands.

“Yumeko, I’m so glad I caught you!” She cheered.

“Oh hello Yumemi, what are you doing outside our classroom?” Yumeko asked.

“Waiting for you! It’s been so long since the Dreaming Creaming Sisters have performed and I need you to pretty please join me for a concert!” Yumemi sparkled.

“Dream—“ (Y/n) tried to muffle her inelegant snort with her hand but the action immediately drew in Yumemi’s attention, the idol’s face darkened slightly.

“Oh? What’s so funny stranger?” Yumemi asked with faux sweetness.

“I, um, sorry. It’s just uh, a unique group name you’ve got there.” (Y/n) answered sheepishly.

“Well, I’d like to see you come up with a better rhyme for dreaming!”

“Scheming, beaming, redeeming... meme-ing.” (Y/n) listed the first words that came to her head, making Yumemi’s smile tighten further with every suggestion.

“Who’s your friend, Yumeko?” The idol asked, fake interest rolling off her tongue.

“This is my girlfriend (Y/n)!” Yumeko said with pride. “Isn’t she just so cute and smart?”

‘Smart ass maybe.’ Yumemi thought to herself.

“Anyway, I’m sorry but I can’t perform with you right now. I’ve got class and I don’t want to leave (Y/n) alone.” Yumeko explained, hugging the girl for emphasis.

“I didn’t know you were part of an idol group now, Yumeko.” (Y/n) said as Yumeko guided her towards the doorway.

“It’s just a side hobby really.”

Before they could enter Yumemi pulled (Y/n) out of Yumeko’s hold, hugging her from behind, her starry eyes dancing with mischief.

“You’ve never seen Yumeko preform then, have you (Y/n)-san?” Yumemi asked, still hugging the other girl close as she weaved her trap.

“Yumeko has sang to me before, so I know she can sing very well.” (Y/n) admitted bashfully. “I’ve never seen her act as a full blown idol before though.”

“Isn’t that something you’d like to see? We could have it all set up in a matter of minutes, wouldn’t that be great?” Yumemi coaxed.

“I wouldn’t want Yumeko to do something she doesn’t want to do. Besides, her class is starting soon.” (Y/n) said.

“I didn’t hear a no.” Yumemi sing-songed while (Y/n)’s face buzzed with heat.

“If you’d like to see then I don’t really mind, (Y/n).” Yumeko grinned, pulling her away from Yumemi, “I like the idea of singing directly to you in a sea of people. They’ll all know exactly how much you mean to me.”

“Yumeko..” (Y/n) hid her face in the giggling gambling addict’s chest.

“Oh for the love of— are we going to class or not?” Mary yelled impatiently.

“I’m afraid I have a concert to prepare for Mary-san. Will you come watch with (Y/n)?” Yumeko asked.

“Fine whatever.” Mary bristled.

They all made to leave when Mary halted Ryota with a hand to his chest.

“Wh- what?” He asked, jumpily.

“You are going to stay here and take notes. They better be good ones too.” Mary threatened.

“But—“

“Notes, Suzui.” Mary commanded. The poor boy gave a resigned nod and with drooping shoulders he sulked into the classroom.

***

While Yumeko and Yumemi prepared backstage, Mary and (Y/n) found their seats and made light conversation as more bodies filed into the seats around them. Despite dating Yumeko, Mary found that (Y/n) seemed to have a good head on her shoulders.

“Saotome-san, what is that boy taking bets for?” (Y/n) asked.

“It’s just some weird niche idol thing Yumemite does. Don’t worry about it.” Mary dismissed, though inside she was worried this would become a bigger gamble that she couldn’t possibly cover up.

“This rich people school is so weird.” (Y/n) commented offhandedly.

“Tell me about it.” Mary agreed.

The house lights dimmed and the stage was set aglow. Upbeat music began to play and the crowd around them cheered as Yumeko and Yumemi entered the stage.

They sang their opening song and (Y/n) watched with delight, her heart beating faster every time Yumeko would meet her eyes throw a flirtatious wink or smile her way. (Y/n) would wave the red glow stick she was given in return.

“Now it’s time for the event you’ve all been waiting for!” Yumemi yelled over the crowd, causing them to cheer again. “The rematch of the century!”

“Rematch? What is she talking about Saotome-san?” (Y/n) asked.

“Ah, there just seeing who can do best in various idol based competitions.” Mary responded, truly hoping that that would be it, but Yumemite wasn’t done talking just yet.

“Before you all got here, one lucky seat was chosen for the spotlight! Let’s see who it is, shall we?”

Yumemi swept her hand across the packed auditorium and one light after the other blinked across the sea of bodies while the audience cheered. A bright light shone on (Y/n) and she blinked at the sudden brightness, surprised when the light didn’t immediately flicker back off.

“And there we have it! Our visiting guest from another school, how lucky you are!” Yumemi said with mock surprise as if she hadn’t had the thing rigged from the get go.

“You’ve won the opportunity to go on a date with one of us, the Dreaming Creaming Sisters! How will it be determined who you go out with? Well, it all depends on which one of us wins this gamb—“

“Game!” Yumeko hurriedly interjected, a faint gleam of sweat streaked down her cheek.

“Well, yes, I suppose ‘game’ is also accurate.” Yumemi cocked her head at the strange outburst. Yumemi didn’t really care what Yumeko called the gamble, she just had to win it. What better way to get back at the girl than to steal her girlfriend away for a night.

“The rules to this game are simple Yumeko-chan! There will be three rounds: perfect pitch, name the tune, and choreography memory match. Win two out of three, and you’ll get to go out with our lucky chair holder! Lose, and you’ll be paying for mine and (Y/n)’s night out. I’ll warn you, I’m not cheap!” Yumemi said with a showy laugh.

“But, I’m already dating Yumeko,” (Y/n) frowned, “I can’t go on a date with someone else!”

“Just hope Yumeko wins then.” Mary sighed. At least Yumemi’s way of gambling wasn’t too obvious. Her gambles were big and grand, but to an outsider they weren’t immediately discernible as anything but stage entertainment.

“Let’s make this quick, Yumemi-chan!” Yumeko smiled, hoping she could keep her desire to up the stakes in check.

Yumeko won perfect pitch, matching nearly every note with perfect accuracy. Yumemi won name the tune as many of the songs were conveniently of a western selection. Last was the choreography memory game and (Y/n) was nervous.

(Y/n) knew that Yumeko had a splendid memory, but the girl also detested demanding physical excursions such as this. She was probably already tired from dancing at the start of the show. To (Y/n), it was not looking to good for her girlfriend.

But to (Y/n)’s surprise, Yumeko followed the impromptu routine like a champ. Yumeko refused to let Yumemi outdo her, all for the sake of keeping (Y/n) close.

“She’s going to be so sore after this.” (Y/n) marveled. “You know I used to have to threaten her to make her go to gym class?”

“You could actually make her go to gym class?” Mary rose a brow, impressed. She hadn’t seen Yumeko attend gym class since the first week of her transferring. While Mary was still a house pet, she took great pleasure in watching Yumeko suffer through that class period.

Minutes went by and the two girls each adorned a a sleek sheen of sweat as they continued to dance, matching each other step for step. The fans were going wild at the display, waiting to see how would win the dance battle of a lifetime.

Then it happened in a flash. Yumemi, in her desire to get back at Yumeko for their last gamble against Natari Kawaru, tried to add a very complex step in her next turn and fell to the stage which led to her loss.

“Jabami Yumeko wins!” The MC announced.

Saori appeared from behind stage to help Yumemi back to her feet. Though pissed and embarrassed, Yumemi hid her feelings well and congratulated Yumeko on her win.

They closed off the concert with one final song and then the event was over.

“Have a nice dinner on me!” Yumemi sparkled, shaking (Y/n)’s hand after the show before walking back to her dressing room with Saori in tow. The poor manager was sure to get an earful from the idol once they were away from polite company.

Yumeko practically collapsed in (Y/n)’s arms.

“(Y/n), I’m so tired! Carry me!” Yumeko whined.

“After all that hard work you did? Happily.” (Y/n) hoisted Yumeko onto her back and the sweaty girl squeaked joyfully, wrapping her arms around (Y/n)’s neck.

The trio talked about the show as they walked (or in Yumeko’s case, carried) through the halls, slowly making their way back to the classroom for the next class period. Mary paused in her next comment as loud, purposeful steps were quickly catching up to them.

“Jabami Yumeko!” A voice filled with contempt called from behind them.

“Oh, Sayaka! How good to see you!” Yumeko smiled, sliding off of (Y/n)’s back to try to greet the secretary with a hug.

Sayaka dodged the attempt on her life, zapping her taser in warning as she glared at the demon before her. (Y/n) wondered if all the students were allowed to carry such dangerous items at school.

“You are in violation of school rules!” Sayaka sternly informed. “You did not fill out the proper paperwork to bring an outsider into Hyakkaou.”

“Really Yumeko,” Mary scoffed, “those are like, the easiest papers to fill out.”

“I’m sorry Sayaka, it must have slipped my mind.” Yumeko apologized.

“Your apologies mean nothing to me. Escort the girl out now.” Sayaka clipped.

“All I want is to spend time with my girlfriend. Surely you could make an exception just this once, Sayaka, friend?” Yumeko pleaded.

“Don’t refer to me as your friend,” Sayaka’s jaw clenched, “better yet, don’t refer to me ever.” Then Sayaka’s expression switched from hostile to something akin to a hopeful curiousness. “Did you say girlfriend? Like dating... monogamously perhaps? As in, you aren’t looking to be dating someone else right now? You want to spend more time with her than anyone else?”

“Yes!” Yumeko nodded, smiling obliviously.

Sayaka turned her attention to (Y/n), walking up to the other girl and grasping (Y/n)’s hands tightly in hers.

“Never break up with her,” Sayaka said, the closeness of her face scaring (Y/n) slightly, “please.”

“I um, wasn’t planning on it.” (Y/n) stuttered in reply.

“My, what do we have going on here?” A silky voice called from behind the group. Sayaka gasped and removed her hands from (Y/n) as if they had burned her.

“President! Vice president! What are you doing here?” The secretary asked.

“I’ve been hearing rumors of Yumeko stirring up my aquarium with a new fish.” Kirari’s lips curled in an interested smile as she eyed the unfamiliar girl. “This must be the one, hm?”

“This is (L/n) (Y/n), my girlfriend. She’s visiting me over the long weekend and I wanted to show her around the school to maximize our time together. Unfortunately I didn’t fill out the proper forms, you’ll allow it won’t you president? Please?” Yumeko explained with a cute pout that made Sayaka livid.

“Of course.” Kirari easily complied, tapping a blue nail against her smiling, equally blue lips. “She’ll just have to gamble with me first.”

Oh no. She said it.

“Gamble?” (Y/n) looked at the president questioningly while Yumeko and Mary hosted a silent eye battle between themselves to figure out how to deescalate the situation.

“Yes, dating Yumeko, I can imagine you must be amazing at it to catch her eye,” Kirari produced a pack of cards from her blazer, “any preferences?”

“I’m not much of a gambler, neither is Yumeko. I’m not quite sure I understand.” (Y/n) answered.

“Not much of a gambler, Yumeko?” Kirari’s lips rose into a highly amused smile.

“What she means to say is that I’ve dabbled in some friendly school gambles while I’ve been here. It’s kind of a tradition at this school, (Y/n). All in good fun.” Yumeko laughed.

“Yes, try telling that to the house pets.” Kirari mused.

“Could you just, shut up for like, five minutes?” Mary seethed, turning to the masked girl standing silently at Kirari’s left, “I thought I told you to keep your sister occupied today so this exact thing wouldn’t happen.”

Ririka shyly removed her mask, looking contrite. “I tried but she wanted to know what Igarashi-san was doing.”

“Could someone please explain to me what is going on here?” (Y/n) asked holding her hands out expectantly as she looked over each face in the little group they had formed in the middle of the hall.

“How about this,” Kirari circled the girl, “you beat me in a gamble and I’ll tell you whatever you want to know.”

“And if I lose?” (Y/n) questioned.

“No penalty. This is highly entertaining for me as it stands. I just want to know if I can see what Yumeko sees in you.”

“Then I guess I don’t see the harm in it.”

“Excellent. Let’s take this party to the student council room shall we?”

Yumeko nervously twirled her ring as she watched (Y/n) sit across from the president. Kirari had all sorts of gambling dirt of her, as much as she loved (Y/n), she hoped the girl would lose this one.

“Blackjack?” Kirari asked as she shuffled the deck.

“I don’t know how to play that actually.” (Y/n) said.

“That’s fine. Texas Hold ‘Em?”

“No, sorry.”

“How about gin rummy?”

“Haven’t heard of it.”

“Thirty-one?”

“Nope.”

“Ten card no peek baseball?”

“Is that a real thing?”

“What card game do you know?” Kirari tried instead.

“...Go Fish?” (Y/n) replied.

“A woman after my own heart.” Kirari said, causing Sayaka to pout severely.

Kirari dealt the cards, spreading the remaining deck face down between them and the game was set. The pairs flowed evenly for the first couple minutes until (Y/n) had to go fish and Kirari obtained a small lead on her. (Y/n) just as quickly turned the tides a few turns later with a good guessing streak that landed her five more pairs.

The casual luck and easy going attitude (Y/n) presented while gambling with the president made Yumeko even more attracted to her girlfriend by the second, but still she hoped Kirari would turn it back around somehow.

It appeared luck wasn’t on Yumeko’s side however, as (Y/n) won the game with three more pairs then Kirari. The president smiled, mildly impressed by the outsider’s victory.

“Well then, what questions do you have for me?” She asked, shifting in her seat to cross her legs the other way.

“So this is some crazy gambling school, right?” (Y/n) asked with no preamble, not pulling any punches.

“Crazy would be subjective, but gambling is as important in this school as breathing. I’ve made sure of that.” Kirari answered.

“And Yumeko gambles.” (Y/n) said, mostly looking for acknowledgement that clarified the validity of the statement.

“Yes, one of the best in the school.” Kirari praised.

“It’s not dangerous though, right? She hasn’t done anything too drastic?”

Yumeko bowed her head, twisting her ring with a bit more force. A blush coated her skin as her heartbeat pounded in her chest. This was like a gamble in itself and oh, how intense it felt!

“Mm, hard to say.” Kirari shrugged, “I feel as though our definitions of these terms may differ.”

(Y/n) turned to face Yumeko who looked every bit the part of a scolded puppy. She didn’t need to ask any more questions. Not for Kirari to answer anyway.

“Yumeko, just what have you been up to?” (Y/n) asked, covering Yumeko’s hands to cease their twisting.

“(Y/n), I’ve been hiding something from you.” She sniffled, “I’ve been hiding it from you for a long time!”

“What is it?” (Y/n) asked gently, patting the girl’s silky hair.

“I’m, I’m a compulsive gambler!”

“Really?” (Y/n) was stunned.

“Yes, it’s true. I’ve had so many gambles I know you wouldn’t approve of.” Yumeko blinked her tears away as she allowed the truth to be out in the open. “I’ve gambled myself into millions worth of debt just so I could gamble even more, I’ve bet my finger nails, I’ve played Russian Roulette, I’ve bet my free will against become a pop idol and never being able to date again... I’m sorry you had to find it all out like this.”

“Yumeko...” (Y/n) was speechless, she didn’t know what to make of all this. Her sweet, adorable girlfriend had an intense gambling addiction that made her put herself in harm’s way on the daily?

“Please don’t break up, please don’t break up, please don’t...” Sayaka mumbled quietly to herself, rolling something that looked suspiciously like prayer beads in her hands. All the poor secretary wanted was for the snake to have a keeper that would pull her attention away from her president, was that so much to ask for?

(Y/n) sighed through her nose and pinched Yumeko’s arm harshly.

“Ow!” Yumeko whined.

“That’s for keeping secrets.” (Y/n) huffed, pinching Yumeko’s other arm, “that’s for putting yourself in dangerous situations. And this,”

Yumeko closed her eyes, waiting for another stinging pinch. Instead, she received a sweet kiss on her cheek.

“This is an apology for making you feel like you had to hide from me. I love you.”

“I love you too!” Yumeko sniffled, knocking her head into (Y/n)’s chest as she hugged her tightly.

“This doesn’t mean you’re getting a free pass anymore though, no more life changing gambles!”

“...how about three a week.” Yumeko asked shyly.

“Once a month max. You’ll kill me, my heart won’t be able to take the stress.”

“This day has been exhausting.” Mary groaned. “I thought I wasn’t going to let myself be dragged into this idiotic mess.”

“You’re a true friend, Mary-san!” Yumeko clapped.

“Ugh,” Mary ignored her, “come on Ririka, we’re running late for our next election gamble.

Ririka hurried over to the blonde and they exited the room together. (Y/n) and Yumeko followed after giving a cheery goodbye to the amused president and her disgruntled secretary.

“Lessons are over for the day,” Yumeko grinned, hugging (Y/n)’a arm as they walked towards the front gates of the school. “I bet you’re hungry, we didn’t even have time for lunch.”

“Food sounds awesome right now. Any suggestions?”

“I know a few places that might be good. We can go over them while we get ready in my apartment.”

“Sounds great.”

“Don’t let money discourage your final decision. Remember that Yumemi has graciously agreed to pay for our date tonight!”

“Oh yes, how could I forget my almost date with a pop star. How are your legs feeling by the way?”

“They’re so sore (Y/n)! Every step hurts!” Yumeko whined.

“Alright,” (Y/n) bent forward, “up, up.”

“Yay!” Yumeko cheered hopping onto (Y/n)’s back.

Yumeko refused to get off of (Y/n)’s back until they got home... which made taking the bus a little awkward.

~~~

Bonus Scene

Ryota sat stalk still in his desk, watching the hours tick by in the darkened classroom only lit by the soft light from the street lamps outside. He looked down at his notebook, filled with notes, two identical hand written copies for Mary and Yumeko. He looked back at the door, waiting for it to slide open.

“Yumeko, Mary-san,” Ryota weakly called, “please come back soon, I’m so hungry.”

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villainous-thorn · 3 years

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I'd love to request a Angsty Confession scene between a former Villain, who joined the hero's side not because they wanted to, but because they loved the hero too much to be apart from or hurt them, and the Hero they love

Love your work sm!

Thank you lovie!!! <3 Sorry it's a little shorter than my usual.

Hero’s hands slid down their face as they began speaking to the former villain on the other side of iron bars, a primitive cage, but effective for its purpose; a holding cell for heroes. “Why did you have to jeopardize the mission like that, Villain? I was more than capable of handling it myself. You blew everyone’s cover attacking too soon.” Their head came to rest on the cold metal bars dividing the two.

“Those assholes were going to kill you, the big one had you lined up in his sights, Hero. It was fight or you die.” The former villain snarled, their tone tinged with a slight sadness. Being reprimanded in front of, and then by, your crush was certainly a sucker punch to the ego.

“Well then you should have let me!” Hero snapped. “This is what I signed onto, and YOU promised me you would follow orders if I vouched for you back then. It’s not just you getting punished here. Hell, the higher ups might just kick you for insubordination and then you’d never work here again!” Their hands flailed in hopeless gestures that Villain could hardly make out in the dark lighting.

Villain felt as if they were about to burst, their words blurted out, “You’re the entire reason I wanted to join this stupid association anyway!”

The shock in the former-criminal’s eyes was only present for a split moment before they composed themselves and fitted their mask of anger safely back on their face.

Hero on the other hand looked as if they had stuck a fork in an outlet, their expression changing multiple times in unreadable ways. They were silent for a beat, processing the information that they couldn’t entirely wrap their head around.

“I- I am?” Hero uncharacteristically stuttered out, they were normally so sure of themselves. That lack of confidence in their voice fuelled Villain’s passionate feelings. Hero shouldn’t be second guessing this! Villain had made everything painfully clear!

“Gah, yes! You know why?” Villain paused only for a moment between the rhetorical question. “Cause I would do anything for you! Do anything to see you beam with pride after defeating a foe. Do anything to see you bask in glory and be able to provide you with the praise you deserve without it being weird! I would do anything for you- I have! I- I love you, Hero. Fuck, I’m so fucking terrible at this.” They sat on the floor of their cell, bringing their knees to their chest, trying to physically close their heart off, thinking maybe it would reflect emotionally too.

The pause was long and cold, the tension settling in the air like a dense fog. Finally the hero spoke, “Villain… Even if I could, I don't know if I- I…” Hero seemed… Pained? Confused? Maybe a mixture of both. Villain hugged their knees tighter, staring at the filthy concrete floor in front of them, fidgeting their hands relentlessly.

“Good night.” The hero softly sighed before turning and walking away, they were far too tired to deal with this right now.

Fuck.

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4dtk · 3 years

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heloo! can I request hand-holding (3), kisses (6, 12) hugs (32) and touching (12) with renjun, thank uu^^

why do my renjun drabbles always end up so long LOL . btw age old kiss under the mistletoe <3 never too early for x’ams imagines i guess LOL, enjoy!!!

hand-holding, 3: cold hands in warm hands

hugs, 32: long-lasting hugs

kisses, 6 & 12: slow kisses, kisses on the corner of their mouth

touching, 12: pushing a strand of hair behind their ear

renjun’s eyes couldn’t leave yours. well, more of your body as you talked with mark, gesturing grandly about his new single that he dropped. he remembers you playing it whenever you met up, rapping the lyrics back to him that only had renjun groaning in embarrassment. staring around the room, he scans over the members in the party with a smile. having had taken a rest from the all the alcohol earlier, he was glad to be left alone to his… indulgences where no one could interrupt him.

“hey.”

“gah! wh- what the hell?” haechan shocks him out of his stupor, easily avoiding a smack on the back from renjun. his laughter gains attention from others, but otherwise they just return a cheeky laugh back while conversing. soon, the other is able to pick up on his loneliness, partially blaming it on the crazy challenge he dared renjun to do earlier. the partial reason, however..

“are you ever going to confess to (y/n)?” haechan raises a brow.

“keep it down! christ, hyuck. just because some members here have their partners on their arms doesn’t mean i should rush to make (y/n) mine.”

“oh, but you’re so obvious that it’s tiring to watch,” haechan sighs, taking a swig of his drink. the both of them admire the theme of the party for a little bit, red and green decorations hung from the spacious dorm, held on the fifth floor because they were the ‘cleanest’ (against jungwoo’s wishes and with kun’s agreement, they settled for an early celebration on the 23rd).

the speakers blasted christmas music, no doubt from the talented mr. bublé who was a compulsory artist to listen to, along with other renditions of christmas songs that just felt good. fairy lights from the members’ rooms were brought to be set up. plus, with ten’s recent sunset light purchase that he bought for the felines, the room was soon bathed in joyous lighting that could rival decorations outside.

“dude. the members had to have their partners fly in because they’re both so busy. (y/n)’s already there, c’mon the opportunity is right there — and this is the one time you’re able to unwind and relax. just go for it, man,” haechan is relaxed and laid-back, haven’t yet experienced the palpitations whenever one looks at their crush. the only exception was probably a rookie idol back then, but that was old news.

“if you happen to want to cuddle or fuck later, we’ll leave you alone.” this time, renjun was able to land a punch to his shoulder, expression turned into a scowl.

“you’re right, i guess. i’ll see what i can do.”

a gasp, “renjun admitting i’m right? rare.” renjun gives the other a lighter smack with a smile, chugging down the last bit of his water before heading over to you. he feels like he’s walking through snow whenever he wants to get to you, the resistance strong with each step. curling and uncurling his fingers, he loosened his freezing hands as you wrap up the conversation with mark.

“renjun! have a good rest? donghyuck was trying to avoid you for the past fifteen minutes, because he knew you’d get another headache if he talked to you.”

“i’m having one right now,” renjun jokes, emphasising his point by rubbing some fingers on his temple.

your laugh is like first snow. or like the heater that’s currently fuelling the house with heat. he isn’t sure what to choose, but he knows he likes it and wants to make you laugh more.

“do you need to rest again? i’ll promise i’ll be quiet-“

“delivery?” someone calls out. with a shout, you’re already at the door, receiving another batch of booze since the grocery shopping you went on earlier severely underestimated how much these boys can drink. “oh- uh-“ renjun swoops in like prince charming, hand brushing over yours while he steps forward to help you. they tingle like electricity, deciding against pulling away which would leave you to struggle.

“miss (l/n) (y/n) and mr huang renjun. please freeze in your place,” haechan’s annoying voice penetrates throughout all the conversation happening and you swear the man beside you mutters a curse as you two try to haul the booze past the member. “place the beer down. you aren’t going anywhere, anyway.”

before any of you can ask for an explanation, he points above you which displayed a mistletoe. “surprise!”

the delivery man’s voice scares you, until you realise it’s johnny, hidden under a very smart disguise of a fake moustache and a replica of the uniform. your mouth hangs open even when johnny squeezes past you with the booze effortlessly hanging from one arm, sighing inaudibly at the absence of the heavy drinks.

“so?” the members are looking at you expectedly like they’re watching a movie. there’s endless thoughts swirling in your mind even when renjun grabs your hand with his timid one, but it calms you down just a little when he brushes a thumb over your skin. it’s like you’re waiting for the director to yell out ‘cut!’; even you thought you’d do better on a movie set.

“(y/n)-“

he’s cut off by your lips crashing onto his, garnering a few ooohs and ahhs, including the satisfied smiles and sighs of relief. renjun’s lips taste like a mixture of the candy cane drink he spat out earlier, and some whiskey with coke. it’s a confusing taste, but with the pace your lips are moving with each other, it allows you to draw out every other time you imagined kissing huang renjun.

it doesn’t even come close, if you’re being honest and even if you’re standing in front of countless other men he calls his members in a ridiculously sized k-pop group. renjun deepens the kiss when he turns his head, cold, but clammy hands coming up the cup your cheeks. they shock you for just a bit and there’s a shameless smile into the kiss as renjun continues to deliver pecks onto your own.

he chuckle and it sounds like well-written christmas movies, or the very first listen to michael bublé’s christmas album. you aren’t sure what to choose, but you know you like it and want to make him chuckle more.

in a blink of an eye, you’ve grabbed his hand, heading straight for one of the rooms that you often see when renjun’s gaming with haechan. you recognise it straight away from the set-up and in a rush to shut the door, you stumble just a bit before meeting the hard wood of the door in a roar of laughter.

“great, now they’ve locked two people out,” haechan nudges johnny.

“three!” johnny’s partner calls from the doorway, which makes the living room shake in another round of cheers, getting back into the natural flow of things before everything got interrupted by a plant. faintly, you hear them ask if the plan worked, and haechan’s prideful answer right after.

slowly, you peek out of your hiding spot being your hands. renjun’s eyes shine, “so you like me.” it comes out flatter than he expected and he winces.

you snort, taking a step closer to him on the door, half leaning on it. without any prompting, the other’s arms encircle your waist, now pulling you flush against him while your head rest on his front. the next moments are spent in comfortable silence, the rowdy party going on outside giving you a little of a main character moment. your breathing syncs up, chest expanding and contracting with the deep breaths you take. there’s always a puff of mist leaving your lips, but it appears less now that you’re in your crush’s arms.

“yeah. i like you,” you nod, coming to face him after the tight embrace. his fingers touch your cheek experimentally and you flinch, the pads freezing cold to the touch. maybe it’s because he didn’t touch whiskey for the past half ’n hour. gently, you take his hands in yours. “why’re you always freezing?”

“ugh. you figured me out. tactic to get you to hold my hands.” throwing your head back in a silent laugh, you shake your head in disbelief.

“at least you haven’t caught on to me, holding your hands down so you won’t have to-” a kiss to one corner of his mouth. “restrict me from-” another to the other. “doing this.” lastly to his lips.

renjun entertains your dramatic flair with his jaw hung open. it doesn’t last long, though. “why would i restrict you from doing that?” you shrug, letting go of his hands now that they gained sufficient warmth. renjun silently decides it’s not enough, but first, he wants to kiss you again. his fingers are less freakishly cold now, brushing against your skin to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. it sits there obediently, dissimilar with the way you did it. ‘it always falls out!’ you want to tell him later, but first, you want to kiss him again.

“huang renjun, you drive me crazy.” grinning, renjun knows it’s your way of confessing before his lips collide with yours with the fervour that hallmark movies lacked, and ironically, a plot which hallmark movies embodied. and just like that, you wish you could hold a pause icon over your head, because you wanted this to last for as long as it could.

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Just For Kicks

Kix needs more love tbh so here’s a Kix oneshot ;)

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Pairing: Kix x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit. 18+ 100%

Word Count: about 4.1k (GAH I didn’t mean for it to be this long oops)

Warnings: mentions of alcohol consumption, vaginal fingering, oral (f receiving), piv, cumshot, aftercare, lil but of fluff

Summary: You frequent 79′s, and you usually turn away advances from the clones. Kix tries his luck, and you indulge him. He excuses himself to the ‘fresher, and when he comes back, things take a happy turn.

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A night at 79′s was always the same. There were soldiers dancing with twi’leks to the steady thumping of the blaring music; the vibrations of the bass hummed deep in your chest. There were always rounds of Sabacc being played in the corner, and arm wrestling matches to showcase who was stronger (even though they’re all clones of the same man?). You always sat at the bar when you came alone, enjoying shots of your favorite whiskey. You weren't one for those neon fruity drinks that your friends always ordered.

You tilted your head back to down your first shot, then not-so-gently set the glass on the counter. The droid manning the bar swiftly exchanged your empty glass for another full one. You were a regular, and these bar droids might as well have had your usual drink of choice ingrained in their programming.

“Her next shot is on me.” A familiar voice, one that you’ve heard hundreds of times, came from your right. Downing yet another shot of your favorite golden liquid, you set the empty glass on the counter and signaled the bar droid for another. You’ve deflected advances from the clones quite a few times tonight already, but hey, what was one more? It never really annoyed you - getting hit on by these attractive soldiers - because you were the one who frequented their go-to hangout spot. It was expected, quite honestly. You pretty much ignored them - especially if they started off with a cliché pick-up line.

Realizing he was still in proximity even though you hadn’t looked over at him yet, you sighed, and decided to indulge him a little - you weren't one to turn down a free shot. What you didn't expect to find was him. Sure, his face was literally exactly like the hundred or so others that were crammed in 79′s, but there was something about him that caught you off guard. He had a genuine, sweet smile on his face that went straight to his eyes.

You let your eyes scan his face. His head was shaved, but into zig zags that went off in different directions, resembling lighting bolts. The neon lights hit the left side of his head just right to where you could make out a phrase tattooed on his temple, extending a little further horizontally into the side of his head.

“A good droid is a dead one, huh? Clever.” He was leaned on the bar on one elbow, his sincere smile grew and his eyebrows raised, almost like your response was one he was not expecting.

“You like that? Yeah... got it when I was just a shiny. Felt appropriate at the time.” He broke his leaning stance to pull out the barstool and sat down facing you. You downed the shot and let out an amused snort from your nostrils, keeping your eyes on his as you tried to get a reading on him. The soldier lifted his hand up to signal the droid while his eyes remained focused on yours. Out of your peripherals you saw the bar droid set two more shots down on the counter in front of your person. You glanced over and the two glasses of golden liquid, grabbed one, and handed it to him. He hesitated for a moment with a raised brow, but you nodded to him to take it. He obliged, and you grabbed the second shot for yourself. You looked down at the liquid.

“Y’know, I’ve already turned down a few of your brothers tonight,” you said with a teasing tone, still looking down at the whiskey, swirling the shot around in the glass.

“Oh yeah? What makes me so lucky then?” It had to be the sparkle he had in his eyes. It was unlike any of his twins. You finally looked back up at him, and lifted your glass.

“I’m not sure.” You lied, but you definitely weren’t going to tell him. He copied your movement, raising up his glass. “Cheers.” Your glasses clinked, followed by the simultaneous downing of the warm liquid.

You crinkled your nose as it trickled down your throat. “Thanks for the shot - uh, what’s your name, soldier?” You felt a tad bit guilty - he bought you a drink and you hadn’t even asked for him name before guzzling it down.

“They call me Kix.” Short, simple, and to the point - better than some of these other troopers’ names. One time, you were hit on by a soldier whose name you swore had like five syllables in it. Couldn’t remember it if your life depended on it.

“Just for kicks, huh?” You poked at him. Kix’s hand flew behind his head, a sheepish smile crept on his lips.

“Ha... somethin’ like that.” You grinned, and countered with your own name.

Kix got the attention of the bar droid and ordered a drink you’d never heard of. When it was set down on the counter, you were glad to see it wasn't those neon fruity drinks you despised. You had never heard of that liquor before, but the color of it looked enticing. Kix seemed to have gotten a whiff of your curiosity, and ordered another one for yourself. Before you could tell him not to worry about it, a glass filled to the rim with identical dark liquid was set in front of you. You smiled and thanked him. Bringing the very full glass up to your lips, you took a nervous sip but was presently surprised by the taste. It didn’t burn as much as the whiskey, which could prove to be very dangerous if too much was consumed.

You both sat in silence for a couple minutes, sipping your identical beverages, enjoying each others company. You eventually let your eyes wander to scan his whole figure; his armor was painted with that shade of blue you’ve seen on other troopers who’ve hit on you in the past - the same ones that sat in a booth behind him in the corner. You noticed a couple times that they were all looking in your direction, so you assumed Kix was with them and they were only checking to see how their brother was doing. You continued to scan his armor, trying not to be too obvious. You weren’t sure how you didn’t notice it before, but he sported a familiar red insignia that was painted on his left pauldron.

"So you're a medic, huh? Must be a rough job.” He looked up from his drink with a half smile, nodding with confirmation, followed by a sigh.

“Actually, it must not be too rough of a gig if you have time to maintain all that,” you chuckled, your hands waving over your head, gesturing to the patterns shaved on his own.

“It’s not too much maintenance.” He laughed, “I have my brothers’ help.” You nodded with understanding with the grin still plastered on your face.

“You talkin’ about them over there?” You tilted your head in the direction behind Kix; he turned around and caught the eyes of his brothers in the booth behind him. You jokingly waved at them, one of them with a dark goatee waved right back with a big smile on his face. Before Kix could ask, “I noticed they kept looking over here, and you all have the same shade of blue painted on your armor. Took an educated guess.”

Kix began to tell you a few short stories of things that happened while in the field. You sat back and listened, the alcohol warming your ears. Some of the events he reminisced on were happy, successful missions - he also told you of a few close calls and how he had to hold his brothers as the light left their eyes, because there was nothing more he could do for them. He eventually apologized for talking only about him, but you waved it off; you were genuinely interested in his war stories. You were too busy shutting down other soldiers’ advances towards you that you never really heard of what they go through. Tomorrow isn’t promised for these soldiers.

He downed the last of his drink, and excused himself to the ‘fresher, promising to be right back. “Don’t go anywhere.” He teased. You watched him walk away; he purposefully took the route that was further away from booth were his lads sat and drank. At this point, you were totally drawn to him - there was definitely no threat of you going anywhere. The way he carried himself, that sparkle in his eyes, his sense of humor, the way he was so much more genuine than any of the other clones that came your way...

***

You absolutely were not expecting your night at 79′s to go in the direction that it did.

You invited Kix back to your apartment - you never thought you’d be bringing a clone back to your place, but crazier things have happened.

At 79′s, while he was in the ‘fresher, you decided what you wanted. When he sat back down, you told him just that. His reaction was sweet, “I’d like that very much.”

So, here you both are, making out by your front door, having just closed it behind you. You acted first, throwing yourself at him as soon as you locked the door. He in no way minded, but he eventually took control and slammed you against the front door and let his hands trail all over you. You wished you could do the same, but he was still covered in all that damn plastoid.

“Kix? Do you think you can take all this off?” Knocking on his armored chest like it was a door, you broke from his mouth, batting your eyelashes at him, hot breaths mingling with one another. He quickly obliged, and shed the plastoid pieces in no time, tossing them haphazardly to the left.

Your mouths met again. Kix started licking along your bottom lip, requesting access inside your hot mouth. You gladly let him in, your breaths turned into quiet moans quicker than you could stop them. He tasted like your favorite whiskey; the taste somehow adding to your arousal and made you wetter than you were before. You had first felt the arousal flood to your lower half in the cab ride on the way to your place, when Kix’s gloved hand gently grazed along your thigh. The dress you were wearing had ridden up when you slid into the seat, but you didn’t bother fixing it. He wasn’t even looking at you; he was looking out the cab’s dusty window at all the nightlife Coruscant had to offer as the cab whisked along. His fingers tickled along your exposed skin, dancing over the goosebumps that had formed. Him not looking at you while he teased you sent warmth all throughout your body - a different warmth than what you were already feeling from the whiskey and whatever drink he was drinking.

Eventually you both had moved from leaning against the front door and clumsily meandered over to the sofa. You pushed him down to sit on the sofa and stood over him; noting how dark his eyes had gotten, taking over the sparkle that had drawn you to him in the first place. His dark cheeks were flushed, lips slightly swollen. He was quite the sight. He was so... pretty.

“What are you lookin’ at?” He raised a quizzical brow and flashed a cheesy grin; you realized you were just standing there staring at him silently. Just as you felt a blush come on your face, his hands shot up to grab at your hips, pulling you down on top of him. You were never really were a graceful person, so you sort of tripped on nothing as he pulled you towards him. That earned a laugh from him, but it was a sincere one - he wasn't making fun of you, that much you knew.

You were straddled on his lap at this point, knees pressed into the sofa on either side of him. The kisses you shared were tender... not at all how your other hookups kissed you. His palms - now bare - rested on your lower back as he applied a small amount of pressure, effectively pushing you closer into him. Your hands rested on his pauldron-less shoulders.

You were comfortable with him, and you had only just met him a couple hours ago.

And though you were enjoying his tender kisses and warm hands resting still on your back, you were hungry for more. Taking matters in your own hands to speed things up, you broke away from his mouth and lifted off him slightly to slide your dress up and over your head, tossing it off to the side out of sight. You nestled back down on top of him when you finally realized how hard he was underneath his skin-tight under-armor pants. You gave your hips an experimental wiggle across his clothed member, his head tilted back with shut eyes, and the deep moan he conjured up his chest set off fireworks in your gut.

You reached for the hem of his shirt, motioning for him to shed his clothing as well. His undershirt flew off in one swift motion and joined your dress somewhere across your tiny apartment. With a smirk, you leaned back a little to get access to the waistband of his pants. Kix lifted his hips and helped to slide his pants down, underwear coming off with them. His fully-erect cock sprang free, smacking gently against the happy trail below his naval.

“Fuck, Kix.” You gawked at him. “Are all you clones like this? I can’t believe I spent all that time shooing away your brothers when I could’ve had th-” You yelped as you were cut off when Kix jolted up, taking you with him. Your legs wrapped around his hips tightly, arms snug around his neck in fear of falling.

Kix laughed, walking you over to your bedroom. He sat you down at the foot of your bed. “Lay back.”

Butterflies flew around in your stomach because you could only imagine what was going to happen next. You lay back with your legs hanging off the foot of the bed, waiting anxiously for his next move.

“You know...” he started, his fingertips ghosting around the band of your underwear, “I have quite the extensive knowledge when it comes to the human body - being medically trained, and all.” He took his time sliding your underwear down; you propped yourself up on your elbows to watch his movements. He was crouched down in between your dangling legs with a huge smirk on his face.

The butterflies flew away, and the fireworks returned. Your entire lower half was on fire.

You watched Kix closely as his lips ghosted along your inner thigh, starting at your knee and slowly making his way up to where you absolutely needed him most. His eyes flickered up to meet your gaze, letting out a quiet chuckle as he nipped the thin skin of your inner thigh. His hands trailed up your thighs and then to your waist, blatantly going around your exposed heat.

His mouth went to your other thigh, kissing his way up, starting at your knee. “I know all the pressure points in the human body...” *kiss* “I know where all the sensitive spots are on a woman...” *kiss* He was finally getting to where you needed him. It was too much to keep yourself propped on your elbows, so you laid back down as he chuckled against your sensitive and flushed skin. His kisses were slow and agonizing, but he was making progress. He was going up and up, closer and closer -

“I know that I can get you to scream.” That was it. His hot breath was right there. You needed him now.

“Kix -” He cut you off for the second time tonight with his tongue, slowly licking a long stripe up your glistening lips to your clit. You yelped at the warm and wet muscle making contact at last, earning a low chuckle from the man who’s mouth was buried in your pussy, the vibrations sending shockwaves up your body.

“Holy f- fuck.” Your hand was gripping tightly at the sheets by your side, while you brought your other hand up to your mouth, shoving a knuckle inside in an attempt to muffle your moans. Kix kept up his brutal attack with his tongue, making out with your pussy the same way he made out with you on the couch - slow and passionate.

You were unable to control the way your back arched up off the sheets. Kix’s hands moved from your thighs to your hips, long and dark fingers splayed over your stomach, pinning you down to keep you flat against the bed. His grip was bruising and you were for sure going to have marks there in the morning - that thought alone created a deep moan in your chest the escaped out your mouth before you could muffle it.

It was coming - you felt it, and you were sure he could sense it, too. You were completely unable to suppress your moans now; both your hands were occupied with clinging to the sheets for dear life. Your entire body was on fire when it hit you like a speeder. Thighs shaking on either side of him, your orgasm hit hard. You clamped your eyes shut and let it come over you, the white light bright behind your eyelids. Kix didn’t stop. He lapped you up through the entire thing, now adding in a single digit as he pumped it in and out of your clenching pussy, his tongue flicking at the sensitive bud.

“Stars,” you managed to breathe out. It was impossible to come off from your high at this point as he added in a second digit, curing them up and hitting that sweet spot inside you.

“What did I tell you?” He sounded all too cocky, but he was right. This soldier - this medic - knew what the fuck he was doing, and it was wrecking you.

‘You taste so kriffin’ good and make the prettiest noises when you cum.” His tongue left your sensitive clit; his head left its place buried in your pussy so he could get a better look at your reactions. “I wanna see you...” He pumped his fingers faster, “Give me another.” The way his voice sounded sent you over the edge once again, your second orgasm hitting before you even came down all the way from your first. Your whimpers and groans were echoing in your small apartment, but you didn’t care.

He removed his fingers and lifted them up to his mouth, sucking your juices off of them. Fuck. You were trembling beneath him, watching him lick his fingers clean - that image alone made you moan.

He was standing now, his cock in hand, locking eyes with yours. Your body was tired - oversensitive and shaky - but you knew the night wasn’t over, and you did not mind in the slightest.

You watched him through hooded eyes, biting your lower lip as he stood at the edge of the bed slowly stroking himself. It almost looked like he was pondering what to do next - thinking about what exactly he wanted to do to you.

Seconds later, he grabbed your ankles and brought them back to meet the back on your thighs. You were nearly folded like a lawn chair when he met the edge of the bed as far as his legs could go, and teased your oversensitive cunt with the bulbous head of his cock. You let your head fall back and eyes close, waiting for him to push in, but he pauses. You yank your head back up and see him with his head tilted slightly to the side and a smile on his face.

“What is it?” You breathed out, wiggling your hips a little to the best of your ability, promoting him to proceed.

“Nothing. You’re just beautiful, that’s all.” You blushed and leaned your head back down to the bed. Not even a second later you were filled to the brim with one swift motion. Kix stilled again; this time when you shot your head back to look at him, his own was tilted back with his eyes clamped shut. Your heavy breaths were the only sound in the quiet room for the moment; he was letting you get adjusted to him while he relished in the way you felt around his cock.

Your ankles were still sat against the backs of your thighs; his hands came up to press into your shins as he slowly began to thrust.

Slow, gentle thrusts quickly turned to hard and deep ones, his grip on your shins transferred to bruising grips on your hips as he pounded you into the bed. The position he had you in gave his cock the ability to hit further inside you than you ever thought possible. You were a whimpering mess - completely at his mercy. Between grunts coming from Kix you were able to make out words like “tight” and “warm”. You couldn't focus on anything other than how he was pretty much splitting you open.

You didn’t think you could cum as many times as you already had, but your third orgasm came out of nowhere, white hot and burning in your gut. To add liquid tibanna to the fire, Kix worked your clit with expert fingers as he coaxed you to give him “just one more.”

Well, one more is what you gave him, because your fourth orgasm hit you just seconds after your third. You didn’t even know that was possible, yet here you were, completely wrecked by this soldier hammering in and out of you while working your oversensitive bundle of nerves with his fingers.

The squelching sounds coming from his cock moving in and out of your very well-lubricated cunt made your face burn. Kix was close; his thrusts were becoming sloppy and losing their rhythm while his grunts were getting louder as your walls clenched unforgivingly around him.

He quickly pulled out, working himself with a shaky hand as he shot out his release. His sticky cum spurted in warm ropes, splattering on your lower stomach and the apex of your thighs. You couldn't help but smile up at him as his finished - not minding the mess he made all over you - noticing that the signature sparkle in his eyes returned as worked the last of his release from his spent, softening cock. Kix flopped down on the bed next to you; you both panted in unison, trying to catch your breaths. He turned his head to you and you turned your head to him, watching him as his chest movements became slower, returning to the steady rise and fall of normal breathing. He let out a long sigh followed by a smirk, his arms folded above his head.

“Stars. That was... was - ”

“Amazing,” you finished for him. He nodded in agreement, raising his hand to wipe a bead of sweat of your brow. “Some medical training you had there, Kix.”

It felt like an hour went by as you both came down from your highs, laying in silence. You sat up, nearly forgetting you were coated in his sticky release. You looked over your shoulder at him with a sheepish smile. Kix instantly shot up and stepped into the ‘fresher, coming back with a damp towel, “Allow me.” What a gentleman. You blushed at the sweet gesture - which, to be totally honest, seemed silly since he had just spit you open and completely wrecked you.

After he had cleaned you up, you flopped back down on the bed, not putting the energy in to get dressed. Kix had his bottoms back on when he sat down on the bed next to you, his hand coming up to tuck loose hair behind your ears. You were completely lost in his kind eyes; you felt a ridiculous smile plastered on your face as you started into them.

“I’m a regular at 79′s y’know,” you informed him, your smile turning into a mischievous grin.

His one brow raised, “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Looks like I know where to find you, beautiful.”

***

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