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When the taller pulled her into his apartment, she wasn’t thinking too much of it except that it was strange for him to grab her so violently, but what definitely scared her was the way that he not only pressed her against the door behind her but did so with his arm against her throat. Hinoko wanted to reach up to grab his arm in defence, but she was way too frightened to do so – not only that, but she’d like to believe that he was not going to hurt her, considering their relationship and such. She was just as confused as he had been, while he had no real idea of his current life past the brainwash, she was completely clueless on his actual identity, that he was in any relation to Kin aside from working for him as an agent, let alone that he was supposed to take the throne and not the golden inkling! Breathing shallowly through her nose, it hurt when she gulped down some saliva due to her throat becoming so dry with anxiety, she stared at him with big eyes, trying to not make too much of any noise.

“What… d-do you mean? Who is h-him?” It was hard to speak up even when he lessened the pressure around her throat/neck, but she didn’t want to not respond to him. “What’s wrong with you?” Sniffling quietly, she did not want to start crying since she wasn’t sure if he was going to completely snap at her – all she could think of was that work had been so stressful that he was slowly but surely losing his marbles, but even when he was exhausted, he’d never hurt her like that. Closing her eyes tightly when she felt the tears welling up, she didn’t want to look at him while she had no control over the crying, part of her expected him to snap for irritating him more like that, not because it was something Haiiro actually would’ve done, but nothing about his behaviour was adding up. Despite her display of emotions, she kept herself quiet and didn’t want to cause any ruckus, shivering all over her body, she slowly moved one hand to grab his wrist, brushing her thumb over his knuckles gently in hopes that he would stop choking her out like that. “You’re scaring me…”

baring his teeth at her some,  haiiro hissed out.  “what are you crying for?  i asked you a question.  are you working for kin?”  it was pointless to ask her that question,  since he was just going to be paranoid no matter what she said.  after so long being brainwashed,  he was left in absolute confusion,  not understanding why this girl had come up to his apartment in the first place.  he could see the fear in her expression,  the way that she shook underneath of his grasp.  it all caused him to lessen some,  worrying that he was just bullying some girl for no reason.  she definitely didn’t look like a spy,  and she didn’t react like someone that he would have to worry about.  holding her there in the darkness of his apartment,  he was staring so intently at her for some sign of malicious intent in her eyes.  he was almost sure that it was going to show up -- or that she was going to turn on him and make him regret letting himself lessen up on his pressure.  the way that she asked him what was wrong with him should have been a big hint that she was someone that was a regular in his life -- his girlfriend to boot.  

bending down some to look at her tears,  he was filled with confusion.  if he was still under the brainwashing,  he would have easily been able to calm her down,  speak to her reassuringly.   but right now,  he looked absolutely confused.  “scaring you? how am i scaring you?”   haiiro really didn’t know what to say at that point, still keeping his arm across her chest lightly. 

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@idollings (soboku)

It wasn’t very often that Shirgina and her X-rank team had been suffering from a loss —- since they were pretty tough to beat in the first place, and more so, it was a tough spot to get to X rank. Most inklings who were more or less competitive would stick around A or S ranks, simply to keep their sanity, but the inkling girl knew that she had lost that part of her a long time ago, so what’s there to lose? Now… well, now she felt like a complete loser for being unable to remain unbeaten for another month’s rotation. Of course, that would not mean she or her team lost the X rank – they just either happened to be unlucky this time, or the other team trained harder. But it was a bitter, sour taste that she despised… anything that wasn’t sweet as sugar, she hated with all of her entire existence, and losing was one of those disgusting tastes. 

She always managed to keep up her leader facade in front of the team no matter what, but it wouldn’t change that she, too, would get emotional over such things. She’d tell all of them to just move on to the next best thing, but the lilac inkling girl knew that she could not do that so easily. Especially since she had a face to keep to the outside world, when everyone on the square knew who Shiringa was and why nobody should mess with her once they enter the same lobby… how would she maintain such an image if she had gotten beaten to it!? Sitting in the corner of one of the lobby’s changing rooms floor, she used her oversized sleeves to wipe at her tears and make sure that none of her make-up was going to get ruined, it was stressful to live a life when everyone hated you; people like Shiro easily got the positive fame, and she wondered why it was always the nasty kinds of comments directed towards her whenever her face appeared among the X ranks – she was turfing and playing just as well as anyone else, what’s so different about her? And to give them all what they waited for, to actually lose, she really did not want to move out of the lobby and be spotted by anyone —- if they started talking to her, laughing at her, she might just as well lose it completely in front of everyone else, though not necessarily the waterworks and more so that she was ready to attack someone.

In her absent-mindedness she must’ve forgotten to lock her room since she heard the door open and see someone walk in; that was even worse! What if that was someone who actually knew her? Like Kin or Kuro?! She’d give them more reason to laugh at her, but she also did not feel like running out of here dodging everyone —- the only thing left to do was hide her face and to be as quiet as she could. Burying her face against her crossed arms as she pulled her legs closer to her torso, she hoped that whoever it was to enter the room that they were either not going to make a ruckus that someone was in there with them, or they’d move along quickly, and if this happened to be someone she knew… well, then so be it. As long as nobody was going to draw attention to her, making headlines that she was seen crying in a changing room after an X rank loss, then they’d be good.

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opening the door with far too much confidence that it was the right room,  soboku wasn’t necessarily in cheery mood because their team had won --  it had more to do with the fact that he didn’t need to hear shiro chew him out because of a loss.  either way,  he didn’t care about these things about being undefeated or whatever,  but that just had to do with him being too friendly for those kinds of things.  all that he cared about in the end was whether he had to hear shiro’s annoyed tone in his ear whether they won or not.  at least with a win,  he was somewhat less angry about it,  even if he was still pointing out everything that they could have ‘done better’ or whatever he wanted to call it. 

looking around in confusion, he wasn’t sure where he was,  but he had figured out that it wasn’t his own room.  soboku was already out of his suffocating uniform from the fight,  much rather to walk around in a tank top and a pair of sweats than a stiff uniform.  taking note of the smaller huddled up in the corner,  he wasn’t so sure what he should do.  should he pretend that he didn’t see her?  or approach her?  certainly she was just going to think that he was here to rub their victory in her face!  standing there completely brain dead for a minute,  he finally got it together and walked over to her.  “HEY --- you did great today,  you know that right?”  okay,  maybe he was a little overbearing. -- but soboku was known for having a personality nothing short of a labrador.  “i can’t believe how many times you got me . . . even if i had to hear it from shiro for it after.”  he said,  the end of his statement said through grit teeth.   “so why are you crying?  you can’t win them all,  you know.”

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忘れられたバレンタイン

The way he clearly made fun of her statement made her narrowing her eyes some and stare at him before sighing, “Would you rather I call you an inconsiderate idiot? ‘Cause I can call you that, too. It just wouldn’t be completely honest of me.” as she responded to him; clearly, Hinoko was more of a naive person, but it wouldn’t change that she liked to form her own opinion on people – otherwise she would not be friends with people like Sora, or even Kuro as a matter of fact, since everyone gave them shit and she just tried to look past their extreme behaviour and see the good points about them. Everyone had good and bad sides – it was just natural. Since she had gotten his attention by taunting him like that, she snickered, “I choose not to be mean to you, though. Everyone else is giving you a rough time, why should I be the same way?” he wasn’t wrong when he saw her as a softer person, very much like Aoi —- though, since she always had to look out for both of them, she had no issues showing her fangs if need be. But honestly, it was only when she really felt threatened – while Kuro could easily be someone to fit that description, she liked him too much as to harm him, even though she doubted that even if she meant to hurt him, she’d succeed, after all, he was so much taller and buffer than her.

It was only in her nature to always be kind to anyone; even if Kuro’s harsh nature was a little too much for her at times, she wasn’t the type to cry about it. If anything, it wasn’t easy for anyone to make her cry since she chose not to. By saying that his cruel nature made her happy, she didn’t mean to make it sound as if she had been a masochist like that – in actuality, she simply wanted to let him know that she accepted him the way he was, no matter what. But she didn’t feel like something cheesy like that would be appreciated by the other, so she wanted to keep it to a bare minimum. Not even attempting to hide that she was staring down at his hands for grabbing her like that, she had no issue with the gesture as long as he was being more or less decent. She wouldn’t exactly slap him for it, but she would definitely tell him to knock it off and behave – even if they were the same age, it felt like she hadn’t been nearly as indecent when it came to her own urges. 

Watching him grab her wrist like that and pulling her closer, she eventually stared up at him like a deer in headlights since she hadn’t been expected such a forward reaction. Of course, after all – this was Kuro! She should’ve expected it! But his words then only made her lid her eyes at him and deadpan with her brows lifted in a judgemental expression. “Really, now, huh.” Placing her free hand onto his chest to push herself away from him, she then smiled sweetly, “I thought that was the last part to do on Valentine’s Day. You can just admit that you have no idea what else to do – but you’ve gotta be patient for that.” despite her innocent expression on her face, she clearly had been luring him in to the idea that she was fine with having sex, just that he should probably wrap his head around a better idea to do first. In her mind, it wasn’t anything shameful if he admitted that he couldn’t think of anything – she’d simply suggest plenty of things until they’d agree upon something! But it would be a waste to simply get nasty immediately when they could do something sweet beforehand.

“How about you’ll spend the day with me however I want and then you can do all your nasty things?”

he should have known that she was nothing like her sister  --  she had to be much harsher with a pushover of a sister like that. but for some reason she chose to be nice to him?  he truly didn’t understand it;  everyone else was just fighting back against him or allowing him to step all over them with no in between . . . so the fact that she was willing to assess the situation and realize that there might be a reason behind why he was so aggressive,  it was new to say the least. truth be told,  if he really intended on only using the day to do nasty stuff -- he absolutely could have found someone else to fuck around with,  but the fact that she was willing to make this into a date . . . with a pretty girl like her,  he supposed that he could make an exception.  as much as he teased her about it too,  he was going to go along with whatever she suggested,  no matter how stupid it may be to him. 

the doe eyes that she gave him when he pulled her in close made it tempting to keep pushing her limits,  see how much he could push that expression,  but he stopped himself.  backing up a step when she pressed her hands against his chest,  he listened patiently to her teasings.  “you make it sound like you want me to take you to dinner first.”  kuro teased,  though he shouldn’t have put such an idea into her head.  dinner would have been awfully boring & he would have been stuck just sitting there daydreaming about what they were going to do afterwards.  he really hoped that she had a better suggestion than that  ---  he wasn’t the type for romantic,  candlelit dinners.  that much she should have known just from looking at him.  

despite the way she frowned at the idea of getting ‘nasty’ right away,  kuro didn’t think he could imagine a better thing.  that wasn’t a waste to him in the slightest,  it just meant that they had more time to fool around.  “that sounds like a good deal to me.”  he said with a smirk,  clearly willing to go through with her nonsense if it promised him a good time later.  “what should we do then?  what’s your idea of a good valentines day?”

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It was never in his intention to actually hurt her to the point that she was crying, but he could also not deny that he found pleasure in her tears. It wasn’t that he wanted to see her in pain, but the soft expression of hers mixed with tears, it was so delicious and cute. It surprised him, too, that she would be willing to date him – or rather, that out of all people she has had a crush on him. There were guys and girls more suited for someone as frail and petite as Aoi, but he was all the more protective of her knowing that she was so weak and tender. Sometimes, he wished that he could protect her from himself, too, but that was something he was incapable of. Certainly, he had been treating her with utmost precaution compared to other people – when he would be completely reckless around other people, he tried his hardest to be more docile around her. But it was just part of his personality, so he kept on guilt-tripping himself whenever thinking about the possibilities of harming her unintentionally, but gravely so.

Even if her fluids were to get onto his pants, he would not care too much – there were ways of washing his clothes, so there was no harm done. On top of that it was only natural to react in certain ways – he’d more so be concerned that she was thinking of him as some kind of weirdo to get so riled up over her praising him in such a manner, it was a lot less normal than becoming soaking wet over her partner’s reactions. But he doubted that she understood just why he was getting into the mood and why he was being fine with being more submissive than he usually was – it just was in his personality to become softer whenever he was acknowledged in such a manner, of course, he was softer around his girlfriend already, but it only added up to that immensely. Nodding to her question, he really did not want to repeat himself – when he gave someone his word, then he was not backing out of it! No matter what! And that included a situation like that. If he allowed her to do anything with him that she wanted to, then he was fine with it. He was not expecting something crazy anyway since his partner was so, so shy about anything of those sorts – but perhaps she’d be more open to doing something that she’d like when she was given the freedom to do so. He’d certainly find pleasure in it either way, it was weird to not be in charge for once, but he also trusted Aoi enough to know that she was not going to turn it against him or make him feel weak or vulnerable. Instead, he believed whole-heartedly that she was capable of making him feel just as good with whatever she may want to do.

Watching her undo her skirt as well as her underwear, he felt his abdomen tighten up more and more, though when she was brazen enough to undo his pants and pull them down along with his boxers, he was staring at her with slightly widened eyes; it wasn’t like her to be this forward, but he could appreciate it since it was something new to him. Usually, he always had to be the one to push his urges and himself onto her, but to have her do those things on her own accord was exciting (and he hardly was able to believe that he felt that way). As she embraced him like that, he returned the favour and placed one arm around her waist to keep her close, his other hand brushing through her hair gently. The sensation of her wetness on his own sex was driving him crazy, it felt better than he had expected, but it wasn’t nearly as good as to feel her tightness and warmth around his member. Purring into her ear before kissing her neck gently, he breathed against her skin, wanting so badly to have a peek of what was going on, to see her privates grinding up and down against his own, but with the way they were so close on top of one another it was not possible. “F…Fuck…” Exhaling as he pressed his lips against her skin, he bucked his hips against her movements, wanting so badly to feel her more than just that, but he figured that the more patient he was, the more praise he’d earn, right? Salivating at the thought of feeling her around him, he leaned his head back as much as he could to watch her face. “Do you feel good, yes? Am I being good?” Pushing the topic onto her, he tried to be as sneaky and sly as possible, but he simply needed some kind of validation.

aoi was quick to cry,  quick to stop crying -- quick to go through emotions.  she was honestly surprised that shiro didn’t hate her for these traits,   but he never seemed to get mad at her for getting upset.  he was always concerned,  always asking who made her upset.  the opposite of how a lot of people would deal with someone as sensitive as herself. if anything,  the shock of the other dating them went both ways,  since she was also in quite a bit of shock that he would date her.  he was so militant,  so careful with the upkeep of his body,  almost robotic at times with it;  while she wasn’t the type to partake in turf wars let alone rank.  and here she was,  dating the man who stood at the top of the ladder.  it made her feel as if she were sub par to him,  like she didn’t have a purpose to be there  --  she didn’t have anything to give him in terms of skills or battle knowledge,  which was something she knew he cared deeply about.  all that she was . . . was a friendly face to come home too she supposed. regardless of all of her negative thoughts,  she still knew that there was no doubt in her mind that he loved her.  he was very much softer towards her,  treated her like she was something that he treasured deeply as opposed to like she was nothing but a placeholder to keep him from getting lonely when he came home from battles. 

his submissive nature at the moment was not something that she took lightly.  while he would have been mad if she was taking this as him being weak & vulnerable,  she knew better than to think that.  if anything,  he could have easily reversed the situation on her and taken control immediately.  aoi being in control with shiro was more of a privilege that he was granting her rather than her actually being the one to get him to break.  he should have known that even though she was given the opportunity to get ‘anything’ that she wanted right now,   she was very vanilla in her mannerisms and wasn’t going to ask for anything too crazy.  just being on his lap was enough to fluster her,  let alone throwing out some crazy request.  she was just happy to be rutting against his length right now,  trying to get herself some relief.  

she was aware of just how perverse it seemed of her to be the one undoing the rest of her clothing after she had already started on her top.  most of the time,  she was too afraid to undress herself,  not confidant in showing her body enough to want to undress further than what shiro wanted.  her pace was soft,  pressing her wetness against him as much as she could.  moving her hips,  she was grinding against him for friction,  unsure of whether or not she should go far enough to put him inside of her.  all of his gestures however should have been a clear indication that it was alright -- besides,  she had told him . . . she could do anything that she wanted. the sounds he made,  the way that he kissed at her flesh . . . it made her shiver and shake,  only to let out a loud squeak at his sudden thrust.  following up with an answer to his questions,  aoi was shaking still when she responded. “y - yes,  you feel so good --  i - i --”  her face only darkened,  clearly embarrassed as she spoke.  “you’re being s - so good,  ah. --- but you don’t have to be good for me . . . i - if you don’t want to ---.”  her tone absolutely didn’t match the words,  voice lowering as she continued.  pressing herself down on his privates,  she gave him the option to continue grinding against her or to press himself inside.

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マリファナ

Seeing her so out of it was strange, but he had expected something like that to happen – after all, if she hadn’t consumed those things before, then surely it would hit her even harder. Watching her as she snuggled up against him, he wrapped his arm around her to pull her closer, burying his face into her hair before kissing her head gently. “Yeaaaah, but it’s a good kinda weiiiiird, isn’t it?!” Snorting along to her giggling, even if he wasn’t sure what she was laughing about, he too was quick to laugh about just about anything, really, especially when he heard her cute type of laughter.

Finishing up his blunt, it really didn’t have the same heavy effects o him as the few puffs had on the orange inkling, but he didn’t mind in the slightest. Snipping the small part into his ashtray, he didn’t bother to take it out beforehand – instead, he just turned to look at her intently. While she was so out of it and amused by anything and everything around her, he couldn’t help but feel even more attracted to her. Sure, he would always love her – even for her hyperactive personality in heavy contrast to his own, laid-back and very relaxed one, but her goofy smiles just made his stomach even more tingly now. Cupping her face with his free hand, he made her look up to him so that he could kiss her, not hesitating to use his tongue too since he was just forward like that. 

“Daaaaamn,didn’t know you could be any cuter, Orenjiiiii…” Chortling lowly against her lips, he placed his hand onto the nape of her neck so that he could keep her in place and close, diving in for another kiss, just a little rougher this time.

it felt nice to be held like that,  without worry that he was going to find out things about her  --  honestly,   it was pushed to the back of her mind with the state she was in. while she should have felt afraid to be so out of touch with her own consciousness,  she felt so much safer to have enyou there with her  --  the way he was holding her,  kissing her,  reassuring her.  it was hard to feel nervous when she was put in such a comforting atmosphere.  “yea,  it is.  i dunno  --  i think this would freak me out normally . . .”  she droned on,  holding her hands out in front of her and spreading her fingers like this was something new to her;  her hands were completely numb at this point,  so moving them felt strange.  “but i know you’ll look out for me,  so it’s okay.”  maybe she wouldn’t have been that honest normally,  but everything that went through her head was coming out her mouth at the moment and she couldn’t put the brakes on it. 

when he stared at her,  orenji tried to look back at him with unfocused eyes,  pupils dilated to form large circles.  laughing when he stare at her,  she didn’t know why it was so funny to her,  but the giggles just kept coming.  there was no way she could make eye contact with a straight face.  tilting her head up obediently when he touched her face,   she was shocked by how forward that he was with the action.  lips pressed against her own,  tongue already invading her mouth.   they’d kissed before,  but the sensation felt so new this time.  her mind was in a haze,  and she couldn’t quite stop herself from drooling orange - hued saliva down her chin.  

she squirmed some in his grasp,  anxious at how fast their pace was moving.  as long as it was just making out,  she could handle  --  but this time,  if he reached for anything,  she was not quick enough to stop him.  mumbling softly against his lips,  the words were lost in the kiss;  that was alright though,   she wouldn’t remember what she had to say if he asked. 

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雲の中

@idollings​ (sakura)

Enyou had been forced out of league for a while due to his substance abuse; obviously, Kuro was giving him an earful about it, since the black inkling had always been relying on the fellow roller-main to lay off the drugs when things had gotten more serious. For him, it was rather hard to lay off his habits each and every single time they were asked to participate in the next big thing – especially since he disliked to be faced with his own demons. Therefore, he wasn’t as busy as he’d usually be – either it was him hanging out with Kuro to get wasted, or it was him hanging out with Kuro to team up for leagues. And now, well, since his best friend had been off to the challenge himself and hard-working to get towards his goal, Enyou was simply straying around anywhere he could go. Staying at home and getting high was one thing, but if it wasn’t with your best friend, or someone else who was willing (or not so willing) to participate, it became stale and boring quickly.

Roaming around the shops, for once he wasn’t wearing that fear-inducing mask of his – so people weren’t avoiding him as much as they usually would – but nonetheless, the moment they recognised him for that one ill-tempered flingza-main who would mow down anything in his way, they rather quickly decided to change paths. With his heads in the clouds like that he wasn’t paying much attention to where he was going, rather looking around mindlessly as he moved through the female aisle of the clothes section, he was only caught off-guard the moment someone or something had been colliding right against his chest, hardly knocking any air out of him but certainly catching his attention.

He must’ve walked around a corner all the while this girl – as he finally had realised after looking down and staring at the floor on which she collapsed – was looking through the clothes to find something to her liking. And that’s how he must’ve ran her over, or she must’ve bumped into him, but the details didn’t matter to him.

“Wooooah, there. Sorry, maaaan. Looks like I totally made you fall flat on your aaaaaaaaaaass, hehe…” Sluring in his usual tone, he crouched down to her level to look her over a little closer – she definitely seemed familiar to him, but he couldn’t exactly pinpoint where. Was she a pin-up girl? In advertisement? Her face just rang some bell, but he couldn’t tell for sure. Grabbing her unasked by her wrist, he pulled her back up onto her feet as he stood up tall as well, only revealing how much of a tower of an inkling he had been next to a fraile and petite girl like her. “Name’s Enyou. Soooooooorry for not being attentive. Hope you didn’t get huuuuuuuurt…”

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the most common place to spot sakura would be at the mall, considering that she was so up to date on fashion  &  makeup when it came to inkling culture,  it wasn’t unnatural for her to be scouring the clothing section for anything that caught her eye.  it made much more sense than to spot her in turf or in any kind of ranked match,  she had absolutely no talent when it came to holding a weapon -- even working for grizz was too gross for her to consider;  why would she need to make money working such a physical job when she was already making more than decent money for modeling clothing.  it wasn’t as easy as it sounded,  but sakura thought that it suited her far more than any other job possibly could.  when she was looking through clothes,  her mind was off somewhere else,  not paying attention to those around her.  she would often be recognized or stared at by inkling  &  octolings alike,  but was too far off in her own thoughts to notice.  shifting through a stack of clothes,  she tried to find anything that suited her,  but most of it was just articles she could see herself altering to make something better,  which was not what she was shopping for exactly. 

with a frustrated huff,  she walked without looking where she was going right to the end of the isle,  where she ended up colliding with someone else.  there wasn’t a lot of force in the collision,  but whoever she’d run into was so large that it hit her like a brick wall.  falling back on her rear,  she sat in shock for a moment,  unable to comprehend what just happened.  there was no way she just ran into another woman shopping for clothing!  they were far too tall for that!  rubbing her forehead where she smacked right into the other’s ribs,  she still hadn’t brought herself to look up and see just who it was. she was half expecting it to be kuro  ---  which would have only made her angry. 

the voice that reached out to her was certainly not kuro  -- it was far too solemn,  far too  calm  to be the angry black inkling.  it wasn’t until he crouched down to her level that she caught a good glimpse of him.  recoiling at first,  she was offended to hear the way that he spoke.  ‘sorry, man’ ?! she clearly was not a man!  not only that,  but he even poked fun at her for falling down?! what kind of person was he?  the most shocking thing however,  was when he pulled her up by her wrist,  effortlessly moving her body.  it scared her at first,  wondering why he’d reached out and touched her in the first place -- but it was obvious that he was just trying to help her up in his own strange,  unsettling way. 

she wasn’t so sure that she felt the need to introduce herself to the man after what had happened,  normally she would have just given someone the cold shoulder and walked off with a huff;  though,  she would be lying if she said that his demeanor didn’t intrigue her.  wiping the dust off of her skirt in a few curt movements,  she shook her head to fix her hair.  “i’m fine.”  sakura said,  her tone sounding haughty,  only trying to hide the embarrassment for how blunt he was being.  “i’m sakura . . .”  she spoke,  looking up to try and meet his gaze --- but she found herself looking up & up for longer than she’d bargained for.  this guy had to be taller than kuro himself!  “just a little startled,  but not hurt.  um ---” thinking about it for a moment,  what was this guy even doing here?!  “are you lost?”  she found herself blurting out,  unsure of what else he could possibly be doing. 

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While he had been a lot more docile under the influence, it was safe to say that Enyou always gave off some kind of vibe that put people on edge. He couldn’t exactly understand how and why it was that way, but he couldn’t exactly change everything about his personality. Surely, others would have a more respectful approach when seeing the emperor, but the blue inkling was way too chummy with whoever he’d meet, no matter the status, he’d just act as if they were buddy-buddies instantly.

“Woah, woah…” Swaying back and forth when the smaller started kicking, he merely wanted to keep his balance so none of them was going to fall, he wasn’t so sure if the golden inkling had been aware of the man’s state and that he was hardly able to be functional —- let alone withstanding such a struggle. Lifting the man up a little more to be up in his face again, he snorted, “Maaaan, you’ve got some potty mouth there, dude. Ain’t no asshole here, haha.” Acting as if he was going to drop the man flat onto his ass, he was simply toying with him – obviously catching him before he was going to hit the floor. “But I might become one just for youuuu, since you want me to beeeee an asshole, yes? That what you want?” Despite his threatening words, his voice sounded chirpy and almost innocent. “Naaah, just kiddin’, bro… that ain’t me.”

it would be a lie to say that it didn’t scare the hell out of him when he was picked up so suddenly,  not to mention the absolute calm nature that the other had about it,  it made him feel more afraid about it all. considering that he was someone that was almost always treated with respect on first approach,  it was so strange to see the other willingly pick him up like he were nothing -- even compare his weight to that of a roller?!

kin nearly freaked out when the other nearly dropped him after he was struggling -- honestly,  he did want to be put down! but not in this way -- not in a way that he would be flat on his ass.  this time around,  when he was nearly dropped,  he gripped helplessly onto the taller in hopes that he wouldn’t fall.  “w -- who picks someone up like that?!  be an asshole -- wh - you already are!” the way that the taller was talking was only making him more nervous. kin was so used to being the stronger person,  it shocked him to be picked up like nothing and talked down to.

[ink0ming]

知らない

[idollings]

ink0ming‌:

She couldn’t say that her counterpart had been a familiar face to her – simply because she was hardly paying attention to many people since most of them were solely talking to her to either be inappropriate or because the wanted to make fun of her. Midori had a fair share of co-workers so it would be no surprise if she hadn’t recognised Soboku instantly. Besides, she was so terrified at the moment of having him splat her slowly and painfully, that she was not thinking about a possibility where she may have met him before —- most encounters during turf were randomised anyway.

The longer it took for him to actually finish this off, the more impatient and anxious she was getting; peeking at him with one eye as she opened it to a mere slit, Midori took note of his lowered guns, indicating that he wasn’t aiming for her anymore. It confused her greatly since… he came all the way back here to get to her, right? Most people only took those measurements to wipe out the sniper – yet the other just stood there, mouth agape, staring at her. Though when he exclaimed that he deemed her cute, she stared at him with big eyes, clinging even tighter onto her weapon. “H-Huh?!” 

The smaller hadn’t been used to anyone calling her such innocent things since usually, people were either really vile and jealous, or they’d be very inappropriate. It was a rarity for someone to call her cute since she wasn’t the most welcoming person, so at first, she wasn’t even sure how to react to his words, even less so when he approached her a little closer. Furrowing her brows at him, she felt her entire face redden in shame, poking his chin with the barrel of her charger tauntingly. “Wh-What are you saying?! That… that’s neither the place nor the time to say such things to a girl!” Scolding him simply because she had been embarrassed, she clearly was not holding the trigger of her weapon, just so her counterpart knew that she was not trying to shoot him and simply wanted to make sure that he was not coming closer to do anything physical to her – she didn’t even know him! How inappropriate would that be?!

he vaguely knows just who midori is,  he doesn’t exactly know her by name or by appearance, but he’s heard about her skills before.  finding her in a non - ranked match was a surprise,  but what was even more surprising was to find her so flustered over him pushing ahead so much. this was a rare  &  unlucky moment for her team to be placed in a random match with one of the best teams around  --- even without shiro there to order them around,  all of the brigade was pretty competent. none of them really knew how to play in a relaxed manner,  even when he was relaxed,  he was still playing at a level that was not calm enough for most casual players. 

soboku really did come all the way to the corner of the map with the intent to take her out,  but the plan changed on a dime.  especially when he saw how adorable the expression that she wore on her face was when he caught up to her.  it felt wrong to think it was cute to see the expression that she made when he had a gun pointed in her face,  but it wasn’t like he had the gun in her face anymore -- it was a momentary thing.  “ oh -- man,  now your face is all red too, --”

giving her a toothy grin when she poked his chin with the barrel of her gun,  he laughed off her embarrassment.  “sorry,  sorry,  you’re totally right here!!”  despite the fact that he was in agreement with her,  he couldn’t stop the laughter coming from him. holding up one of his pistols in return,  he held it up towards her. “can you make that face again?  i won’t mess it up this time -- i promise.”  soboku was just teasing her now,  not thinking about the fact that holding a gun up to her face may not have been the funniest way to go about this.  “please --”  

[ink0ming]

いたずらバレンタイン

[idollings]

ink0ming‌:

Despite everyone’s opinion on Sora, Midori didn’t think that he was that bad of a guy – sure, she did not share his sentiment about hook-ups (obviously), but he had never done anything to her that would make her dislike him. In fact, he had always been very kind and even polite to her (unlike people like Shiro), so she didn’t see a problem in hanging out with him – even if it was all alone at his apartment. He may have been known for his sexual escapades but honestly – at least he was no rapist, that she could safely say. So, there was no reason for her to avoid the taller’s invitation.

The man’s teasing caused her to turn and stare at him for a moment, narrowing her eyes in order to give him a dirty look but only so to put him back into place. “I just came home from work, so do you think I had time to make Valentine’s plans, idiot?” Being as cold as ever, it was solely in her nature to be defensive whenever someone was teasing her – and she knew that Sora was merely playing around, even if it was considerate of him to ask in the first place, everyone knew that Midori wasn’t exactly the type to go on dates either, not because she didn’t want to, but she was pretty good at pushing people away. 

“We can hang out, it’s better than being alone anyway, no?” Making her way to his living room, she figured that she might as well just sit down onto his couch and rest her feet; she had been running around all day and now she was just thankful that she could take a breather for a moment – watching TV or a movie sounded about perfect for her right now, and if she didn’t have to be all alone in her apartment, then it was even better. “If we are going to watch a movie, at least make sure that it’s not hentai or other pornographic things.” Teasing back, she closed her eyes for a moment since she was so exhausted from work.

it was true that while he may have some nasty intentions with her,  he wasn’t going to force them upon her if he ended up getting rejected for it.  it would burn for a bit,  but that feeling wasn’t anything that he couldn’t fix with a hook up with someone else.  sora was just trying to use the excuse that it was valentine’s day for a convenient way to get her to come to his apartment alone.

“guess that’s pretty good for me, isn’t it?”  he shot back in a sweet tone,  giving her a flirtatious smile to match.  he knew that she was just trying to make him back off a bit,  but he was very used to being pushed away  &  ignored by people.  if there was one thing that he excelled at,  it was brushing off a burn and pretending like it didn’t even happen.  “it would be a shame if you were to have other plans,  maaan,  i’m so lucky.” 

stopping in his kitchen on their way through the door,  he made sure to grab a glass of water for each of them.  placing it down in front of her on the coffee table,  he should have guessed that she would make a comment about how appropriate the show should be.  “would you rather watch something romantic?  i can’t say i’m a big fan.”  he said,  his voice still sweet.  “no worries, you can choose. i know that my tastes aren’t for everyone.”

[ink0ming]

猥褻

@idollings (kuro)

It had been strangely accurate how Kuro had been able to approach her whenever she had been in the mood for anything sexual – Midori would’ve liked to say that it was a freak coincidence like that, but she doubted it. She had been aware that inklings sooner or later would be able to smell pheromones as well as testosterone, but since she had been the older of the two and completely unable of doing so, she wasn’t so sure whether or not the younger had picked up on that instinct quicker due to the fact that he had been more sexually active than her before they were dating. But it made her feel uncomfortable to a certain extent – not because she wouldn’t like for her boyfriend to please her, it was simply strange to think that he was going to be aware just how many times she was going to hide her urges in plain sight from him, simply because she was too embarrassed to admit that she was no angel at that (certainly, she was no Kuro when it came to her sex drive, but she wasn’t nearly as grounded as she wanted people to believe). 

Since she felt the tingly sensation in the pits of her abdomen, she lowkey started to panic; all they did was cuddling while watching a movie, but she couldn’t help how her body reacted to their closeness as well as his warmth, even if she was unable to smell any kinds of hormones, just smelling her boyfriend’s scent had been enough to want and feel him in a more intimate way. Though she was simply trying to shrug it off for now, since the urge hadn’t been too strong, it wasn’t anything that drove her mad just yet – besides, it would make for a fun experiment to determine whether or not he truly was able to sniff her out like that or not.

[idollings]

for kuro, enjoying small things like watching movies & cuddling was strange still -- he was so used to all of his relations being a one night stand deal, but he couldn’t say that he didn’t enjoy it. as much as he loved sex, he also loved to just relax with midori and feel her small body ( warmth and all ) pressed against him. he was younger than her by quite a bit, but when it came to experience he could boast that he was years ahead of her. he didn’t want to make it incredibly obvious that he was able to pick up on her scent & tell when she was in the mood, even when it was only in small amounts. most of the time he just took in the smell of her hormones and waited for her to make a move -- then if that never came, he would wait till he would have been less noticeable that he was doing so because he knew she wanted it. kuro didn’t have any malicious intent behind hiding the fact that he was able to pick up on those cues, he simply didn’t want to make her embarrassed over it ( or worse, scare her away from getting too close to him ). they’d done so much together and yet she was still so embarrassed about . . . well, all of it around him. he knew that he couldn’t force her to lighten up, so he had no choice but to be patient and wait for the time to come. 

he was fairly invested in the movie, but that didn’t stop him from noticing the particular scent coming off of his girlfriend. he was aware that she was not able to pick up on these things yet, but he certainly could. leaning his head on top of her’s, kuro inhaled the scent shamelessly ( and as discreetly as he possibly could ). he was unaware of the fact that she was waiting to see whether or not he could smell her hormones yet, so if she was paying attention to that . . . well, she probably would have been able to tell exactly what he was doing. tightening his grip around her waist, he pulled her in closer to see whether or not the scent would become stronger or not.

[ink0ming]

わいせつバレンタイン

[idollings]

ink0ming‌:

With Momo’s compliment addressing his facial features, the blue inkling felt his face heat up a little bit; usually he wasn’t letting people see his face, and even when he did they didn’t pay too much attention to him either way – he always had that drowsy type of expression adorning his face (unless he completely sobered up), so most people thought of him more so of a creepy dumb dirtbag than anything else. A dorky smile creeping up onto the corners of his lips as he looked down to the ground momentarily to think of something to say in return. “U-Uh… thanks… you look… cute too, yes…” Perhaps ‘cute’ wasn’t his choice of words since his jargon was more so tilting towards ‘sexy’ or ‘hot’ but Enyou wasn’t stupid enough to think that this was going to be the type of compliment his counterpart would want to hear – at least not at the moment. 

While she expressed her excitement for the holiday and how she was able to spend it with the blue inkling, he really did not fully understand just why she would’ve asked him in the first place; he may have been taller than Kuro, granted, but he was just as lean as anyone much smaller than him – there were more visually appealing guys than him, who (on top of that) weren’t completely stoned out of their mind most of the time! Perhaps she wasn’t understanding the extent of his drug abuse, or she simply underestimated his personality for being a more docile and relaxed type when he really was not. But he’d be stupid to turn down a pretty girl like her! Even if such romantic humbug such as Valentine’s Day wasn’t exactly his forté, he could safely say that he was the type to adjust to any type of situation easily. As long as he was not required to make suggestions and actually trying his hardest to come up with something decent, they were good to go. “Yeaaaaaah, like… I usually don’t do that whole Valentine’s thiiiiiing… pretty exciting, yeah.” Merely agreeing with her since he had no idea what else to say, blinked at her for a moment to take in that adorable expression of hers.

Having her lead him towards a clothing store wasn’t anything that had been too surprising for him; after all, he was pretty open-minded about how to spend a holiday like that – especially since he had nothing to compare it to – but with her reasoning behind going to this store he felt a little nervous. “Wait, whaaaaaaat?” Dragging out his voice as he leaned his head back to stare at her in a shocked manner, his eyes still droopy even when he opened them the slightest. He couldn’t possibly be of any serious help to her, right?! If anything, her outfit looked fine to him – the shorter, the better! The kind of leather-optic was really nifty, too! But he could not possibly say that to her face —- she had caught up onto the fact that she stood out with her more so octarian-type of attire, but to see her in inkling clothing may or may not be a little bit of a drag. He had to really work his brains now. “Uh… uh, sure, yeaaaah. I’ll help you find your new outfit, doooooll, ehehe.” Moving into the building with Momo still holding onto his hand, the taller of the two turned his head left and right in order to find the right direction; eventually, his eyes caught sight of the interesting type of attire: school uniforms, maid dresses as well as all sorts of costumes. Really, the pink octoling girl should’ve known better than to ask someone like Enyou for his help on that. Walking over with her, he pulled out the school uniform, eyed it up and down before holding it up in front of her body, nodding. “That’ll do, no? Those are pretty cuuuute, right?”

it was nice to see the taller smile, since he was usually always looking so confused. she wasn’t so sure why he looked so tired all of the time, but momo figured it would be too rude to point it out --- for all she knew, that was how he was naturally. smiling in return, she wasn’t expecting for him to compliment her in return. while she was told a lot how ‘sexy’ she was, it was nice to be called cute for once, especially by her valentine. “thank you.” the smaller said softly, turning her face away from him to hide her blush. she wasn’t used to getting affected by what people said about her, but the way her heart beat faster in her chest was a sign that his words were getting to her. 

his height really had nothing to do with why she asked him to be her valentine -- she simply found him attractive in many ways; he was funny & relaxing to be around. truthfully, she had no knowledge of his drug abuse, even if it was clear to anyone else, she was far too naïve to realize ( even when someone like orenji was able to notice immediately ). she didn’t think that this would be a first time for him having a valentine, since she thought that she’d seen him around with other girls countless times before. the smaller didn’t judge him for it necessarily; no matter what kind of jealousy that it stirred inside of her chest whenever she thought about it. curling her fingers up so that her nails grazed the back of his palm. “i am glad that we can share this first time together.” she said happily, not realizing how her words could be misinterpreted very easily. momo was glad that he agreed with her that it would be exciting, since she wasn’t so confidant in whether or not he said ‘yes’ out of pity or not. 

she really hoped that her idea wouldn’t have been too off of what most people did for valentine’s day. when he questioned her plan at first, she got nervous that she had completely gone off the mark with her offer. enyou may not have thought he could be of much help to her, but considering that he was an inkling, she was assuming that he knew the kinds of styles that would fit in best. even if he suggested things that didn’t seem as if they were inkling-esque, she didn’t feel as if she was in any place to chime in. she would gladly follow his suggestions blindly. when he agreed to help her look, she was relieved -- it wouldn’t have been like enyou to turn down anything she asked to do, only because he was so laid back. allowing him to lead her into the store, she simply kept hold of his hand so that she didn’t lose him. watching as he looked through the outfits they had on display, she didn’t think too much into the kinds of clothing that he was sifting through. looking down at the outfit that he held in front of her, she recognized the style as something that quite a few inklings wore. “i should try it on, yes?” the smaller asked, wanting to make sure that was the correct thing to do. she didn’t want to get clothing that she wasn’t sure whether or not it fit her after all.

[idollings]

@ink0ming ( shiro )

“your girlfriend is dummy thicc. i’d kill to tap that.”

[ink0ming]

賞賛キンク

[idollings]

ink0ming‌:

In Shiro’s eyes, it wasn’t so surprising that anyone, no matter the age, would want to get this close to Haiiro since he was not only good-looking despite being a bit older than the rest around him, but on top of that, he had a very pleasant personality. People like Kin rubbed the white inkling the wrong way – and even before the brainwash, he could definitely tell a difference between those two royal inklings. No matter how manipulative the grey inkling could’ve been, he wasn’t nearly as bad as the golden one; and now even more so, he was such a docile and peaceful person, it was hard to not like him. The only issue he saw was that he was being rather forward despite being the younger person here —- he did not want to act disrespectfully towards someone he admired so much… but as long as the other wasn’t complaining or pushing him away, he figured that they were fine.

It made him a bit anxious when the smaller was not responding to him at all, since he knew that he could be a bit pushy when it came to things that he wanted – usually, it was his way or the high way, and he hated that this was so, so very much like his father had been – he disliked the idea that he was forcing himself onto the other (especially since he was unable to smell whether or not Haiiro had been feeling the same way about this as he was, after all, having a boner would not indicate necessarily that there was actual pleasure behind it), but he really hoped that the man was going to push him away if it was against his will —- though the way he moved his body should be indication enough that there was nothing to worry about, and so he merely leaned into the man’s caressing motions, wanting to feel more of his lips against his neck as he made more room by tending his head to the side, pressing his hips down a little harder so that he could give him the kind of friction that he obviously had been seeking.

The way Haiiro started moaning and drooling around his thumb only drove him more and more insane; at this point, the heat had been unbearable between his legs and he would want to do something about it. Luckily, he guessed that there was no need to be too gentle with the man… that was normally the case when dealing with women, not wanting to hurt them by being too forward, too invasive and such… but in his mind, a man should be able to take a little bit of roughness, right? Watching him grind and buck his hips up against his palm, he squeezed a little harder before he fumbled to undo his button and fly for him, leaning back to move both his hands onto the hem of his trousers and yank them down without a warning, revealing the other’s erection. Wordlessly, he started to open the fly of his own trousers then, though not getting rid of them since he did not want to clumsily stumble when they were down to his ankles. “Touch me, come on.” The taller growled between gritted teeth, not meaning to sound so demanding or menacing but he really was no good with those kinds of things. As he spoke, he moved to engulf the older’s member with his hand and start pumping him at a moderate pace, leaning down since he was craving to taste him more and more, rolling his tongue against the other’s as he groaned lowly into his mouth, beads of sweat starting to form on his forehead since his beret was keeping him way too warm at this moment.

it didn’t bother haiiro in the slightest to have someone younger pushing him around. he would have felt more stranger if it were the other way around, since he was quite a bit older than shiro. as long as the taller was moving at a pace that he wanted to & he wasn’t feeling pressured into it, he didn’t mind. the grey inkling didn’t want to appear as if he were just taking advantage of someone younger than him, he wasn’t the type to worry about whether or not he was looking foolish, so he didn’t mind being submissive for him. knowing the militant inkling better than most, he was fully aware of the fact that he would enjoy this a lot more if he was in charge regardless, since he wasn’t the type to have a personality that enjoyed to be dominated. in the smaller’s case, he had no preference when it came to the matter, he simply enjoyed being close to him. even if he was the weaker of the two, he wouldn’t have hesitated to try & push him away if he was doing something that he didn’t approve of. since he had a certain amount of trust for the taller, he didn’t think that he would ever have to beg or plead him to stop if he was feeling uncomfortable. 

kissing him back should have been enough of an indication in haiiro’s mind that he was not against the touches. aside from that, he could hardly stop himself from pressing his body against shiro’s. it was animalistic in instinct, but he couldn’t deny the pleasure that he got from it. he wished that as the older, he could control himself a bit better, but that didn’t mean that he was entirely immune to the effects of hormones. especially not when he could smell them so strongly off the white inking, only causing his own to run wild. when the other pressed his hips into him harder, he couldn’t help but arch his back ever so slightly & gasp against his neck. catching himself slacking off to enjoy the feeling, he quickly moved back to press kisses along his jaw, then trailed down to his collarbone -- his free hand gingerly pushing shiro’s shirt off to the side so he could reach, exposing one of his shoulders in the process. 

accidentally, he bit down on the other’s thumb when he grabbed his privates roughly -- it wasn’t painful, more so unexpected. a soft groan followed & he opened his eyes slightly to catch a peek at what the man was doing. having his bottoms completely stripped off in one movement wasn’t something that he saw shiro doing, but it also wasn’t like him to mess around. with the kind of person he was, he wouldn’t doubt that the younger was impatient and impulsive when it came to these things. haiiro watched as his hands went to his own trousers to undo them, only moving them out of the way enough to free his sex. he couldn’t say that he was too surprised at the other’s size, since he was so tall . . . but it was definitely bigger than he’d seen before. melting into the kiss the moment he was being touched, he heard the taller tell him to touch him in return. hooking his legs around the man’s hips, he pulled him closer. reaching down to move his hand from his member, he pressed another kiss to his mouth while his sex moved to wrap around the other’s. closing his legs tighter around shiro’s hips, he wanted to get as close to him as he possibly could. the feeling of his wetness mixing together with his partner’s only caused him to moan louder into his mouth. saliva ran down his chin from before, making him worry that he might still be drooling while they kissed.

[ink0ming]

父親の数字

[idollings]

ink0ming‌:

It was strange to have someone actually want to take care of him like that; even when he still lived with his parents, Enyou hadn’t been taken care of, to be frank. If anything, he had been nothing but a burden to his parents, hence why he had been treated so poorly in the first place. With Haiiro wanting to be more of a parental figure in his life, it was… unusual. Especially when he sobered up like that, he was terrified of the idea that the grey inkling would touch him indecently in exchange for being a guardian like that – it was the only way that he had known those kinds of things from the past after all. 

With the smaller calling out to him, he finally had gotten his attention, looking over at the cup of tea in his hands, the blue inkling figured that this would be for him even though he wasn’t so sure just why the older inkling was going out of his way to make him something to drink in the first place. Sitting up from his position then, he huddled over since he never liked to be sticking out like that with his height, his hands trembled poorly when he reached out in order to grab the mug, it was one of those twitchy things that came along whenever he wasn’t knocked out with weed. “Thanks.” Mumbling under his breath, he didn’t want to disrespect the other, trying his hardest not to spill anything since it was terrifying to imagine whether or not he may be able to upset Haiiro by making a mess or slipping up; it was just a little intimidating to be around men who were older than him, even if he wasn’t nearly as old as the kinds of relatives that scarred him for life, he always felt like he had to become very small and invisible in order to not get beaten or harassed. 

Tensing up as he sipped from the steaming hot drink, he peeked over to the other, trying his best not to twitch too much. “How much… longer do I have to… be like this… I can’t… I can’t stand it…”

he wasn’t expecting everything to be normal with enyou when he was sober -- usually whenever people would do these kinds of things to themselves, there was a reason for it. clearly the taller was trying to hide some kind of trauma from his past with his substance abuse, but that didn’t change the fact that it was still not a good coping mechanism. haiiro wasn’t so sure what would help the other, but he at least wanted to try & be someone that he could trust whether he was sober or not. he’d seen the man sober plenty of times for matches & it was a gruesome sight, but he was confidant that the blue inkling had it in him not to be as cruel towards him. it wasn’t as if he were posing a threat -- even if he was an agent, the other still had a big advantage when it came to physique. even if he wanted to over power him, he doubted that it would ever be possible. he was not the shortest of the male inklings, but he was far from the tallest. 

making the grey inkling angry was nearly impossible, since his emotions were so null even to himself. it would have taken a lot more to cause him to snap rather than something so small & insignificant as spilling a drink on his furniture; those kinds of things could easily be cleaned. he would much rather see the man drink a little bit, even if that meant his furniture getting a little messy over it. looking at enyou as he spoke, he wasn’t so sure what to say in response. the other was still an adult & he really had no control over him if he really wanted to do something. “you don’t have to be like this. it would just make me happy to see you taking care of yourself properly.” if he decided to leave then & there to go home & get high, haiiro couldn’t do a single thing to stop him. but if he could talk him into trying to find a way to be more conscious of his body & his own needs, he would gladly try his best. 

leaning back in his seat, he looked up at the taller silently. closing his eyes for a moment, he tried to think of anything that he could say that could help him, but he really wasn’t so good at these things. it was terrible to think that he was older & yet he still couldn’t help those around him.

[ink0ming]

クローゼット変態

@idollings (kuro)

“Th-That’s off limits!” Moving over to one of his closets, he pressed both his hands onto the doors so that the taller wasn’t going to open them. Perhaps it had been a big, big mistake to allow Kuro into his apartment – after all, Kiiro had been pretty nitpicky about who was going to be in his living space and so on and so forth —- usually, he would only allow Sora around here, since the two of them shared that grotesque fascination for anything sexual, and despite the knowledge upon the man’s hook-up stories and whatnot, it was still a different story, right? The black inkling at least has had skin-on-skin encounters, whereas the smaller clearly had been fascinated about those things, but constantly bounced back towards hentai, porn and dating SIM games. 

Despite his efforts, it really wasn’t going to take much for the other to open the closet anyway; he mostly stored his magazines and prints in there, the games were among the others on the shelf, though the spine of each case wasn’t going to give away much except the name. “Come on, I am not snooping around your room either!”

[idollings]

staring at the smaller when he panicked about him opening his closet, he didn’t think that there would be anything of value hidden in there until he began to make a big deal out of it. kuro was the type to sleep around with people, but he definitely didn’t have a big fixation on pornography. he more so preferred the real thing -- & when he was young and attractive, he didn’t see the reason to be fawning over print when he could easily get a real woman to sleep with him. sex was certainly a lot better than touching himself. reaching around the yellow inkling, he leaned in with a smirk on his face. “what, are you trying to hide a dead body in here? you look pretty guilty, kiirrrro.” he teased, enjoying the fact that it was so easy to rile the other up with his actions. “you can search my room alllll you want, i have nothing to hide.” kuro pulled on the handle gently, only meaning to cause the other to panic more. 

after a moment, he pulled the handle harder & opened the door, pulling kiiro closer to him in the progress. peeking over the man’s shoulder, he tried to see just what was so worth hiding where no one should be able to find it. it wasn’t to hard to miss the obscene amount of sexual media that he was hiding. cackling the moment that he realized that was what he was trying to keep out of sight, he mumbled. “you’re a fucking pervert, aren’t you?”