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@conflovers
Dance, Carmen!
Since I’m lazy–and since these apparently get around better these days!–hi! I’m Thaly, back on my Lovers bullshit. If you’re interested in RPing with an independent and selective Ann Takamaki from Persona 5, like and/or reblog this! ♥ Thanks.
[Holds the other’s hand when they think the other won’t notice]
‘ the fuck you doin’ ganging up on her like that !? ‘ he’d gone inside to grab the two of them some juice and when he’d returned– hell.
it was only a matter of time before those dipshits from around the corner showed their faces. it wasn’t exactly a secret that he and ann were hanging out– a little more so on weekends and free days. that aside, it was almost guaranteed that they’d show up to speak their opinions on the matter. it came in the form of cornering her, talking above her, and proceeding to get a little too close for comfort.
knowing her, she would’ve taught them a lesson or two, but, seeing as these were his problems normally, why would it change now ?
‘ all i’m hearing from you guys right now is a load of horseshit. so what– we hang out. i’m a thick guy, she’s a model– what’s that got to do with anything ? she lives in a nicer place than i do, great– big deal. you’re just pissed cause– ‘
his words catch.
a gentle squeeze of him alerts him to her presence there, her delicate hand intertwining her fingers with his own. she was right, he should just back off. things were taken care of.
‘ –cause we should be on our way… ‘
answered for: @conflovers
aesthetic : shiho & ann for @conflovers
want one ?
Shadow!Kamoshida: Next time, show a little leg.
Ann: The only time you're gonna see "a little leg" from me is when I'm about to kick your ass.
...and now I’m feeling bitter for reasons I don’t think it wise to go into on here. Yeah, definitely not getting anything done tonight--here or on Sonia. My apologies.
send ‘ i love you, damn it! ’ for my muse’s reaction
And... the words aren’t coming.
Mmkay, so I think today’s plan is to get more drafts done here, then hop over onto @novosonian to get some drafts done over there. Balance! Or something. I’unno, the internet just caught me on a corn dog.
Continued from here. ♥ @your-future-boyfriends
"I... I don’t think you not knowing is fair, considering how close you--”
How close he wanted to be to her, as close as they were becoming... trying to quantify it exactly was impossible and she knew it. Her grip tightened around her hot chocolate as she paused, a deep breath taken as she tried to approach the subject from another angle. He wasn’t going to judge her, she reminded herself--it wasn’t in his nature to do so--but logic could only influence her emotions so much. Her gaze averted itself as she tried to start somewhere safe.
“Sam--do you keep up with the news at all?”
sea foam
the-taboo-king :
If he truly wished to explore her body, to find the many tiny and hidden ways of making her tremble and moan... with how good he was making her feel with this cursory foray? Why, all he’d need to do is ask and she’d happily allow him into her bed or join him in his. She was already hooked on the feeling of his body against her own, the sensation of his lips and hands--and such didn’t even mention the sounds that he made or the smell of his skin or, well, the list could easily extend into infinity at this point. To sum up, she needed to delve further into this newfound intimacy that had liquid heat not only pooling in her loins, but driving her mad with its presence. She’d never been so aware of the emptiness within herself, nor needed it filled so badly in all her life.
The electric feeling of him biting her neck only served to make it intensify, a soft sound of pleasure escaping her as pleasure and pain blended into one.
His compliment about how her skin tasted earned a shaky chuckle, the sound trailing off into a moan at the rush of hot air against her ear--that heat a counterpoint to the chills that ran down her spine at the feeling of her tights being removed. A single barrier of thin silk was all that remained between his touch and her petals, though as he ground his fingertips against them? It may as well have been imagination, her eyes closing as her hips lifted toward that caress--but most spectacular of all was the wordless cry that left her lips involuntarily as her head threw itself back to smack against the pillow.
“O-Ooh, oh God--!”
The material beneath his fingertips grew all the damper as her hands gripped the pillow beneath her head, her nails threatening to tear the case upon it as she quivered with need beneath him. Such a powerful reaction... and to think, he’s not even gotten to the main event yet!
culpatis :
a small GULP as she realizes what she has just committed herself to – futaba will need to stay strong in venturing out with ann. it is EASY in principle, but not so much in practice. she watches as her friend leads the way out of the room but the hermit HESITATES for a moment, fiddling with the sleeves that hang over her fingers. the first step is EASY enough – the next few? not so much. a deep breath and she plunges forward – stepping FORWARD way too quickly and shutting the door behind her with a slam. particular, yes – but it solidifies this decision. another moment and she gives a nod to ann.
“ yum – that sounds so good! let’s get this mission started, i can’t wait to taste the drizzled chocolate of victory! uh – but if i haaad to pick a favorite, i like CHERRY. “
and despite ALARMS going off in her mind, a million red flags that pull at her like fabric under the water – futaba steps in front of ann to lead her out of the house. the ONE place she can do so in confidence, she KNOWS it will be a million times harder once they actually BREACH the great outdoors. she wonders if she will be ABLE to hide behind ann like she hides behind akira from time to time in public. she IS taller than her after all.
“ o-oh! right… right. what is your favorite? i… i almost forgot to ask, whoops! “
Noticing that gulp, the Lovers made a point of not showing she noticed it as she allowed the Hermit to set their pace. Ann wasn’t in any hurry at all even if her stomach wanted to be, her sweet tooth a demanding thing in the back of her mind that she studiously ignored in favor of patience. Such was a virtue for a reason, and it was definitely what was needed with the redhead’s circumstances. The choice of fruit that Futaba went with earned a smile and a nod as she fell in line behind the shorter girl, her response floating to grace the redhead’s ear with approval.
“Cherry, huh? Ooh, I bet they taste like the chocolate-covered ones that’re sold around Valentine’s Day in the U.S.! I wonder if I can find them here somewhere so you can try them...”
The blond stopped at the side of the redhead, the Lovers looking down when she was prompted by the question that was posed to her. She didn’t bother with considering the options, not when she’s long since confirmed (And reconfirmed it repeatedly!) her favorite. A delighted giggle left her as she grinned all the more.
“Strawberry, for sure--ooh! What if we try each other’s once we have them? It’ll be an experiment!”
rebellebetrayed :
Of course; had she got evidence, the thief would be singing a different tune– would be meeting her somewhere else this late at night, with a hoodie and coffee to match. The police won’t do much, not when they’re corrupt and stink of it. But for now? What he can do–Well, he’s doing it right now, holding her in his arms close and stroking her hair as he listens to her words.
“No need to thank me. You would have done the same for me.”
There’s no doubt in his mind about that; nothing that could take that truth from him.
Like he’d need to provide her with a hoodie--though maybe she’d let him so she could steal it. It was scientifically proven, after all, that stolen warmth was better than store-bought, especially in the case of attractive... and that train of thought was stopped forcefully, the blond grateful for how he couldn’t see the blush that warmed her cheeks. At least the momentary lapse in frustration had improved her mood, something she wholeheartedly gave him credit for. His observation about her rushing to his side if their roles were reversed earned a nod, Ann finally lifting her head to meet his gaze.
“Absolutely I would, but you deserve to be thanked anyway, y’know? It’s--guys like you aren’t as common as they should be.”
And there was the understatement of the millennium, if not a larger span of time. A shaky exhale and she canted her head to one side, her expression clearly one of concern.
“How pissed was your boss? I’m not gonna have to go and do the whole damsel in distress thing for him, too, am I?”
your-future-boyfriends :
“No need to waste your breath on these thugs, my lady. I will swiftly take care of- ugh!” As he tried to get up the aforementioned thugs kicked him right back down. Perhaps he wasn’t as versed in fighting as his two and a half years of fencing class led him to believe. He couldn’t let them hurt this girl. A couple stayed to make sure he’d stayed down, while one tried to approach her. He grabbed the other’s leg in an attempt to help.
It didn’t. He got kicked again.
“Back off!”
As misguided as Sam was being, his motives were clear... and his heart was obviously good. To see him being beaten for daring to try to help her in spite of his lacking skill in fighting was anathema to the blond, her rebellious soul all but screaming at her to act--and a turning of her arm was the only warning the thugs got before that whip sung in her grasp. The first blow was precise in hitting the approaching baddie right between the eyes, a cry of pain filling the air that was cut off by the second strike as it connected with his solar plexus to double him over. Rolling over his back, the Phantom Thief was quick to lash out to floor the foes that dared to attack Sam, a flurry of strikes driving them back.
“And stay out of this neighborhood!”
That scream was joined by her snagging the final thug by the back of his shirt, adrenaline giving her the strength to hurl him after his buddies. A huff and she turned her gaze to Sam, her expression softening. She couldn’t just leave him there, could she?
“...hey, you okay? I know a doctor nearby that can help with no questions asked.”
your-future-boyfriends :
“-!”
“Oh.” Aki tensed up. “I see.”
Too fast. Nope. He can’t. Seduction was a slow process and also she seemed like the type to kill him if he ever came near her.
Aki cleared his throat and tugged the mistletoe down. “Stupid tradition. I don’t need cheating plants.” And also he might literally die if he had to kiss her right now.
And would she look at that--Aki was showing restraint and making a choice that was considerate. How would he react if he knew that he’d just impressed the blond that had so far been so difficult to please? A faint smile was his only hint for the moment, though the sight of him pulling the mistletoe down was amusing enough for a soft chuckle to join it before she shook her head.
“Taking the honorable route? I didn’t expect that out of you. I thought you were gonna go all Casanova on me or something with the whole dramatic dip thing, y’know.”
A pause; maybe he deserved a little bit of positive reinforcement, a sort of reward for not being a jerkass in the way that Kamoshida was.
“...it’s appreciated, Aki.”
the-taboo-king :
Such sounds she makes. How they bolster that ego of his, reminding him just how attractive he really is. A desirable creature, so worthy of his title as the Ultimate Model and the adoration he receives. It is what he was made for. Something gorgeous to look at and appreciate. To ooh and ah and wish to possess. A power in of itself, even as it leaves him hollow sometimes. In this moment he just feels pleased and amused, relishing her reactions and that adorable blush that dusts her cheeks. Oh and that look, how her eyes drink him in like he is a glass of water and she suffer severe dehydration. Such a fulfilling sight.
He has to suppress the laugh that threatens when her gaze lowers to his crotch, just staring with those eyes wide. Then those crystal eyes snap to his features, his smirk only twitching a little as he holds back the snort. He is already very aware of how he is affecting her but that gulp serves to solidify that understanding. How quickly he can turn a simple conversation into her struggling with just how irresistible he can be.
Then come her words and it is his turn to widen eyes. He is almost taken aback by how forward she is but he gets control of himself quick enough, only letting out an amused snort. A wide grin slips onto his features, eyes alight with his amusement.
He releases his pants, letting the waist band snap back to his skin. Gundham turns towards Ann, striding closer to lean over her again. The jovial light fades as he brings their faces close, eyes taking on more of a heated seductiveness as his tone dips into something a little sultrier. What he says could be considered something of an invitation but it borders so close to that teasing game he likes to play. He wouldn’t say no to the idea of her touching him, in fact it is quite a pleasing thought. But he is so tempted to refuse her, to put this object of her desire before her and forbid her from touching it. Now, wouldn’t that be some delicious torture?
“Are you saying you want to touch me, Ann?”
Really, did he really need her reactions to fuel his ego? A glimpse at any sort of social media would surely show him millions and millions of thirsty fans that’d love to drink him down however he wished. Ann personally avoided such things to preserve her sanity, but he seemed to adore the attention and the affirmation of his attractiveness... but then again, she remembered how pleased he was at her connecting with him intellectually, emotionally even. Maybe it wasn’t the attention of the masses he craved so much as someone that was drawn to every aspect of himself rather than just the physical. Someone that’d love him and leave had to be child’s play for him; someone to stay and share breakfast the next morning would be harder, especially with the fortress that protected him.
...protected them both, though damn was he laying siege to her walls with his every move.
His grin was brilliant as a full moon, and just as spellbinding as he left his pants on and turned to face her, the expression wolfish as he sauntered forward with all the confidence in the world... and something predatory in his gaze as if to say ‘All the better to eat you with, my dear.’ to the crimson that rode high upon her cheeks. Good God, he was feeding off her nervous desire and coaxing the latter out to play. He had to see the fire in those famous blues as he dared to get close, his words toying with the flames he inspired--and even if she lacked his experience and confidence both with carnal things? Her rebellious spirit was bolstered by his response, the way he encouraged her to continue. Hoping she didn’t sound as pathetic as she feared she would in comparison to him, she responded with a nod before she softly cleared her throat.
“I mean, can you blame me? I’ve wanted to.. to touch you since before we met in person. But...”
A hand rose to allow her fingertips to brush the pendants that dangled in front of her, never making any direct contact with his skin even if she desperately wanted to. Ann chuckled weakly.
“It’s up to you, now isn’t it?”
your-future-boyfriends :
Realistically that would happen first. She seemed harder to impress than one of those royal guards at English castles. “Maybe I will, but for now…” He glanced around, noticing some flowers (weeds? at least they looked cute) in the ground and quickly grabbed a couple and offered them to her. “You’ll do.” Wait shit, that didn’t sound very romantic….
The way he trailed off and looked around was curious, but the moment he snatched up that handful of weeds from the ground and held them out to her as if it was a grand romantic gesture... Ann’s expression shifted into one of outright irritation. Was he serious?! Her arms crossed as she quirked a brow, her tone sharp as it left her lips. It seemed like he just wanted to waste her time, and that... she wasn’t gonna let it go unchallenged, not after he’s already rubbed her the wrong way.
“You’re kidding, right?”
A shake of her head sent twintails into swishing motion as the Lovers scoffed.
“If that’s your idea of flirting, you may as well just stop now before you embarrass yourself even more.”
