#genuinely set a timer

[krsyue]

sketch dumppp

tested some brushes out between breaks,, ignore how horrendously inconsistent my style is

[nemaliwrites]

embarrassing that i've used scrivener for this many years and only now understood how to use custom metadata in my ideas file

time to sort through all these bad boys

[eyepatchdate]

been getting some more challenges done in arkham knight. the nice thing is that there's SO many challenges that you get to spend serious time working on the stars. the downside is like, idk, a lot of the maps start to feel same-y because the characters have a lot of repeated star requirements so its like. you keep doing it the saaame fucking way.

city had less (4 characters, fewer maps), but i feel like city demanded more mastery than knight does. i really knew the maps and the characters by the time i finished city.

same with origins, which had some REALLY challenging maps/stars, but only three characters and you REALLY got to know those 3 characters super well (there's no achievement for finishing slade or bruce, but i still went through and got all of their stars too, as well as batman's).

and asylum is sort of unfair to compare b/c it's a very different game with only one characters and a handful of challenge maps, idk.

[nuvomica]

i'm being so fr with you when i say tiktok/shorts/reels makes your adhd and other nd things so much fucking worse. delete that shit rn bro

[kit-n-kamoodle]

Heya! Do you have any tips or tricks for a water / background tutorial? Like the way you draw it!

AW MAN I wish I had something concise and insightful to give on background processes, but to be totally honest I've been doing a LOT of experimentation the past while on how I want to do them! my process lately has been a lot of throwing spaghetti at the wall and seeing what I like, and it changes a little every time HAHA

specifically for water though, I find it extremely helpful to visualize its shape and flow as materials such as long, straight hair or flowing fabrics, which helps me break it down into workable shapes vs. one nebulous mass. you can see the thought process a little in this recent piece of mine - the ripples and shapes are VERY similar to how I draw straight hair. In terms of rendering water, I've found that paying attention to the reflective qualities helps breathe so much life into it - again, below you can see the dusty greens of the forest setting this piece takes place in, the reflection of skin tones and the indication of cloth/body beneath the surface!

[broke-on-books]

I don't understand why I'm struggling so hard to write this essay

[bas-rouge]

Me: be patient

Also me: *refreshing my email every 20 minutes*

[idkhowtopickausername]

I’ve really not been functioning well mentally lately 😔

[silvery-bluish]

1, 4, 13, 23 for ocs of choice for the edgy/misc ask meme 👀

Questions from here!

Thanks for the ask :) gonna answer half for Ars half for BB 'cause I did 13 and 23 for Ars already--

Ars

1.What memory would your OC rather just forget?

Arsinoe clings so damn hard to their memories they're actively talking themself out of thinking about the fact that their memories Probably Aren't Actually Reliable, due to the telepathy and trauma and Meddling. But it's probably just. Parts of things, parts of the Second Farm Stay. Or if they could do Precision Edits-- they could stand to not relive the physical pain and the terror in their dreams, t b h. But that's about it. If they forget about the bad things that happened to them and those they care about, in their mind, that'd be-- giving up, or saying it doesn't matter?

Of course, the degree they cling to it all uuuh definitely isn’t healthy, but. They’re made of memories and if they remember it it’s theirs and they’re (mostly) keeping it!! Museum-perfect frozen, as much as they can manage.

4. When scared, does your OC fight, flee, freeze or fawn?

Arsinoe "if it sucks hit da bricks" Becerra is, about 75% of the time, a Flight Reflex Kinda Guy. They're outta there!!! skedaddling at a moment's notice!!!!! They'll err towards freeze if they don't want to draw attention, or fight if they're backed into a corner, but their first reaction is pretty much always flee.

Bailey/BB

13. If you met your OC, would the two of you get along?

I. Probably?? BB’s used to steering conversation and also wearing a Chill Dude mask at almost all times. The Easygoing persona isn’t like. Entirely real, but it’s real Enough. I don’t think we’d be Actually Friends, but like. Work friends energy. He doesn’t let a lot of people close in a genuine way.

23. What emotion is the hardest for your OC to process? How about express?

Bailey doesn’t Get like. Genuineness, if it’s aimed at him. Honesty doesn’t make sense, where’s the hidden agenda, the meaning-under-the-meaning? It can’t be real, that’d be stupid.

He’s very good at compartmentalizing his own emotions, for the most part, expressing something more palatable instead, something that’ll get the reaction he wants. Something more deliberate. But he’s been doing that for so long, bridging that gap to actually express his own unfiltered emotions is. Difficult, and doesn’t always work. How do you take off the mask when you’ve been wearing it so long it might as well have fused with your own flesh? What do you even look like, underneath?

[psycherprince]

"neurodivergent traits that are neutral or positive to the person who has them are too often pathologized and treated as problems by doctors, researchers, and educators"

Yes! This is true and worth pointing out!

"In fact, half of these symptoms aren't even Real Things and we wouldn't need medication or struggle with things if people were just more nicies to us"

????? No. No, we've lost the plot now, hang on,

[personapeters]

𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝

— a rafe cameron one shot

✰ when y/n gets her boyfriend to partake in a viral tiktok trend.

rating: sfw — cw: none

anyone who had a phone and internet access knew of the viral couple’s trend, and y/n was no exception. endless sickeningly sweet videos flooded her feed of men effortlessly lifting their girlfriends onto their shoulders, some ending with them toppling over into a heap of laughter; it left a warm, fuzzy feeling in the pit of her stomach and she, too, wanted the first hand experience.

she knew rafe better than anyone; being recorded doing some silly trend for the world to see simply wasn’t something he’d be willing to do. despite that fact, she knew it wouldn’t hurt too terribly to propose the idea. so, with little hesitation, she made her request known.

“rafe?” she quipped from her place on the couch, her legs draped lazily over her boyfriends lap. “hm?” he hummed, his attention momentarily glued to the phone in his hand as he finished a text. “can we, maybe, try something?” she asked, watching as he completed his typing before tossing the device onto the coffee table with a clank.

“what’s that?” he mumbled, running a hand up her bare leg and resting it on her thigh, lightly squeezing as he gazed at her. “before you say no, just hear me out, okay?” she asked, his face quirking at the request. he nodded his head in a way that prompted her to continue, so she did.

“i wanna see if you can lift me,” she informed simply, to which rafe’s brows rose in question. “if i can lift you?” he clarified with a mild confusion, “y’know i can — do it all the time.”

“no, i mean, like—,” she fumbled with her phone for a moment, tapping at the screen before turning it to face him, “it’s for a video thing… like this.” he watched intently as a couple performed the ‘lift’ in reference and his face contorted to one of scrutiny.

“why?” he questioned, genuinely not understanding the appeal. “i don’t know, looks fun — it’s cute,” y/n mumbled with a shrug, gradually becoming less enthused. “looks kinda dumb,” he muttered honestly, completely disconnected from the internet and it’s need for spontaneous niches. “oh,” y/n spoke quietly as she stared down at the device — maybe he was right.

rafe noticed the shift in her demeanor instantly, his heart squeezing as she slouched against the armrest of the couch, a small pout pulling at her lips that she tried to fight against. he felt a pang of guilt in his chest, hating how filter-less his mouth could be. he didn’t mean come off as cold and dismissive, but he knew that he did, and often does; he also knew that he needed to fix it.

“okay, come on,” he sighed, patting her thigh before sliding her legs off his. “what?” she asked in surprise, her eyes following him as he stood. “let’s do it,” he shrugged, holding out a hand for her to take. immediately, a bright smile flooded her face as she wrapped her digits around his larger palm. “really?” she beamed as he pulled her to her feet. “yeah, i just— is that it?” he motioned to the phone in her grasp, “i just pick you up?”

“yeah,” she nodded enthusiastically with a grin, her eyes glistening as she did so and rafe couldn’t help but let his lips mimic her own. “alright, go set it up,” he instructed as he peered down at her, softly patting her hip in encouragement. she obliged quickly, propping her phone up on the coffee table and setting a timer to count them down from thirty, hoping that would allot them enough time to prepare.

“please don’t drop me,” she laughed as rafe situated his large hands around her waist, his long fingers nearly touching each other at the center of her stomach. “i’d never,” he scoffed with a soft smile, “just tell me when.”

“almost,” she muttered as she watched the numbers descend on the screen, “okay-okay, three, two, one.” instantly, she felt the hold on her body tighten as rafe effortlessly lifted her through the air; she didn’t need to jump in assistance, nor did he grunt or struggle in the slightest, carrying her gracefully as though she was a feather. she instinctively gripped his wrists as a squeal left her mouth, a melodic stream of laughter following as he propped her onto his shoulder, her body fitting perfectly on the broad surface.

the recording ended and the song looped softly in the background as rafe carefully slid her down his body, his hands resting underneath her arms as he lowered her to the ground. as soon as her feet hit the floor, she padded over to watch the perfectly imperfect recording — the framing was off, seeing as rafe was too tall to fit, and she didn’t lip-sync to the lyrics as most others had, but none of that mattered in the slightest.

“look,” she grinned, holding the phone out for rafe to see. he smiled fondly down at her, his eyes flickering between her face as she watched the clip and the clip itself. admittedly, he enjoyed participating, enjoying even more how giddy she was about it. “i see,” he assured with a small smile, his focus primarily on his happy girl as he rested a hand on her hip, rubbing small circles on the bone.

“i love it,” she gushed, ecstatic to have something so sweet and silly of herself and her boyfriend that she just knew she would watch over and over and over again. “good,” he murmured as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head, the moment being interrupted when his phone rang out — a call he was expecting.

“i’ve gotta take this,” he informed, running his fingers under the hem of her shirt and softly grazing the skin before breaking the contact. he grabbed the cell from it’s place on the table, answering it with a hushed greeting before exiting the room, leaving y/n to rewatch their video again with a cheek-aching grin; her man was in-fact very jacked and oh-so kind (but only ever for her).

 personapeters 2024 — all rights reserved • masterlist

[yukioos]

Hi, I hope you're having a good day!

I just read your Bakugou story about the cuteness overload and I love it!

I wanted to ask if you could write smt similar (with Bakugou) where the reader loves him so much and finds him so cute that the reader literally bite him (like his arms or cheeks) or just want to hug him tight.

biting katsuki’s bicep because of cuteness aggression

you were one of the only people katsuki was comfortable letting his guard down around. when it was just the two of you, he could fall asleep anywhere at any time, but preferred if he was cuddling with you in some way. he would never admit it to your face, however.

but he was adorable when sleeping, he looked at peace for the first time in his life. he didn’t have to fight anyone, didn’t have to prove himself, and wasn’t stressed about being the best. his hair was messy, random spikes poking at your arm, which his soft cheek was pressed up against.

you ran your hand through his hair, and he shuffled closer to you, wrapping his arm tighter around your waist and laying his leg over yours. he sighed when he felt your hand massaging his scalp, and he let out a soft, comfortable groan.

“five more minutes,” he mumbled.

you and katsuki didn’t set a timer or alarm, but instead woke up hours later with your blankets and pillows strewn across the bed and on the floor.

hours later, the two of you were watching a best jeanist clip from a few years ago, as katsuki considered him his mentor, his favorite one, too. katsuki’s eyes were full of hope and awe, yearning to learn more from the pro hero. he was like a father to him, and talked about him to you many times, but never knew how to tell best jeanist himself.

in moments like these, katsuki looked like a child believing that he could change and save the world. full of innocence, just a pure kid who thinks there are indeed amazing people out there who can do no wrong.

as he perched on your bed, you couldn’t help yourself. you softly bit into his large bicep, to which he grunted, “the hell are you doing, brat?”

you mumbled, “nothin,’” and dug your teeth into his flesh again.

he put a large hand on your forehead and pushed you back, “oi,” he frowned, pretending to be upset, “i said what are you doing?”

you whined and softly smacked his hand away, “you’re so cute, kats! i gotta let my feelings out somehow.”

his eyebrow raised in confusion. he asked, “i’m watching tv, how is that cute?”

he was genuinely confused, and you giggled, shaking your head. you just dug your teeth into his bicep again, and he let you do it this time. he sighed and unpaused the video on the screen, ruffling your hair affectionately.

katsuki didn't always understand you, but he was fine with that. as long as you were happy, nothing mattered.

hey, i hope you like this! i’m glad you like my writing, i have a couple more katsuki reqs so ill get to those soon too

[mikkies]

「 I'M SO TIRED ALL THE TIME. 」

Multiple! Forsaken x GN! Sleepy! Reader

warnings: none!

notes: tbh, I kind of got confused(?) but hopefully I did it right🙇‍♀️

SURVIVORS REACTIONS:

• GUEST 1337

   •  "They're...asleep again, aren't they?"

      •  Guest initially tries to wake you up. He’s waving his arms, stomping loudly, and even calling your name. When it’s clear you’re not budging, he sighs and resolves to make the best of it.

      • He might jokingly block your path when you're stumbling half-asleep, protecting other survivors but ensuring you don’t get hurt either.

• ELLIOT

   • "No way, they're literally asleep as the killer?!"

   • Elliot is half-annoyed, half-amused. He takes this rare chance to hand out pizza freely without being interrupted by a rampaging killer.

   • Snarky comments are guaranteed: "Wow, killer of the year material right there."

• 007N7

   • "They’re so tired all the time… Are they okay?"

   • While others might find it hilarious, 007n7 feels genuinely bad for you. He probably even suggests taking a break.

   • He avoids causing trouble, just teleporting around the map to ensure you’re not waking up to chaos.

• BUILDERMAN

   • "Well, at least I can focus on repairs without getting attacked."

   • Builderman uses the opportunity to upgrade and set traps for when you do wake up. He mutters about how the round’s timer keeps extending because of your naps. (even if you don't kill anyone.) 

• Secretly grateful since it gives him time to build without the usual stress.

• TAPH

"🥱🤔❓" (Asleep? Again?)

• Instead of waking you, he flutters closer with smooth, almost gliding movements, crouching beside you with a playful flick of his smaller wing-like ear appendages.

• He finds the situation fascinating and a little ridiculous. You, a chosen killer, asleep on the job? It's enough to make him hide his face behind his wings, shoulders shaking with silent laughter.

KILLER REACTION (SPECTATING):

• 1X1X1X1

   • "Pitiful."

   • Finds the situation absurd but entertaining. They remark on how "Robloxian incompetence" always surprises them.

   • If allowed, they will target you next round so you can move more instead of sleeping.

• JOHN DOE

• "This is a waste of an opportunity."

• John Doe watches you with cold calculation, his corrupted claws twitching slightly as the binary code seeps off his body. To him, this isn't funny—it's a tactical disaster. A killer who spends the entire round asleep? Unacceptable.

• At one point, he leans closer to the screen, his red eye flickering as he considers how he would have approached the round differently. His voice is a distorted hiss, but you can sense the frustration.

Did this one fast since it's a headcannon🙇‍♀️

[mixingandmelting]

HE Asked for No Pickles:

Summary: He asked for no pickles. You made sure the message was delivered.

A/N: Part 2 of "Asked for No Pickles" post but smaller blurb and AU to if roles were reversed. Part 1 can be read here!

Dick:

On the outside, he’s “trying his best” to placate you. On the inside, he’s completely swooned. Saying “babe” as if he was given the best thing ever (technically he did right now with you being his knight to fight for his honor) with both hands covering his mouth. Unfortunately, abiding to societal laws is a must, so he does end up actually persuading you to stop and gets you to go eat out someplace else with him. Of course after letting you get a good, final jab in. 

Jason:

He’s so smug and makes the other know by smirking behind you. Doesn’t even bother to stop you - rather, he’s instigating it further by spilling all the tea from A to Z. It’s not every day he gets to be “princess” and he sure isn’t going to let that opportunity simply slide either.  Especially when he gets first row seats watching the very essence of the cashier getting crushed into powder, face pale as a ghost. Does shed a tear of pride if you use one of Jason’s comebacks, whispering how he taught you well. 

Tim:

Acts all nonchalant, which would’ve been believable if not for him recording with the phone in his hand. Hell, he doesn’t even make it obvious. His head hung low, his thumbs moving as if he’s texting others about the situation to sell the image of how “hurt” he is (he’s really zooming in and out to capture the whole event better). Not to worry, he does have a timer set for fifteen more minutes and plans to step in once it’s up. Though after he does, TikTok and Meta explode at the video he uploads with comments of everyone trolling the cashier. 

Duke:

Torn between stopping you and just letting you rip into him though he ends up stepping once things were about to get real messy (roasting is getting burnt not messy in his opinion). He does make a couple of mental notes, one of them he tells you later on, that he approves and gives an A+ to how you roast him. May even give a few pointers here and there. The other is him being glad he’s not on the receiving end because he genuinely thinks he won't recover like that guy if he has to deal with that from you. 

Damian:

Arms crossed and nods to every word you say because he agrees with it. Does pause and glares at you for a moment when you casually bring up how fancy his taste buds can be, but goes back to being satisfied once you proceed on going at the poor guy. Considering that both of you are still fourteen years old, he joins the battle to defend yours and his honor once the guy gets mad and calls you brat. It leads to the arrival of the Bat family to pull both of you a way while the guy trembles at how he was one step closer to death. 

[beloveds-embrace]

(Bakery/coffee shop au in which you have a policy where you don’t serve people with they want, but rather what you think they need.

Masterlist)

The bell above the door rang, sharp and clear.

You barely looked up from where you were wiping down the counter, expecting another regular, maybe someone new but predictable- someone who would hesitate, take in the menu, and fumble over what to order.

Instead, he walked in.

Tall and broad, not arrogant, exactly, but something close. Confidence so deeply ingrained that it didn’t need to be announced, and not even the fact that you could see only his eyes took away from confidence.

He didn’t hesitate. Didn’t glance at the menu or take in the cozy atmosphere like most first-timers did. He just strolled right up to the counter, gloved hands sliding into his pockets as he regarded you with sharp, calculating eyes.

“You’re new.” You observed, breaking the silence.

Said eyes gleamed slightly. Amused. Like he already knew he was going to enjoy this. “That obvious?” His voice was smooth, accented, carrying a lazy sort of smugness that immediately set you on edge.

Still, you folded your arms, unimpressed. “You don’t look like the type to visit small bakeries.”

His head tilted slightly. “What type do I look like?”

You didn’t miss the challenge in his tone.

“The type that asks for black coffee and thinks it makes him better than everyone else.” You shot back.

That got you a soft chuckle.

“Schlau,” he mused. “Alright, then. Let’s not waste time. Black coffee. No sugar. No nonsense.”

You sighed dramatically; black coffee… the very bane of your existence. “Yeah… no.”

He blinked. Then laughed. “No?”

“No.” You were already turning toward the machines, mind whirring as you thought of what to actually give him.

A pause. Then- “You always this difficult?”

“Only for people who think they’re in charge…. And for those who can’t read the written policies.”

He leaned an elbow against the counter, clearly intrigued now. You pretended not to enjoy the bit of his flexing muscles that you could see. “That so?”

You ignored him, focused on crafting his actual order. Dark chocolate espresso with orange zest. Alongside it, you placed a hazelnut biscotti, crisp and golden.

When you set them down in front of him, he regarded them like he was deciding whether or not to be insulted. “This isn’t black coffee.”

You smirked. “No, but it’s better.”

He exhaled a sharp laugh, shaking his head. “Unbelievable.” But he took the cup anyway. Didn’t storm off. Didn’t push back. Just… studied you for a moment longer before you huffed in amusement and left to give him privacy to drink.

A while later, you returned to find him having finished both. Like a shark smelling blood, you came to him right away and said with a grin, “You liked it.”

He set the cup down deliberately, tilting his head. “Cocky little thing, aren’t you, Frecher Pfau?”

“Takes one to know one- wait, what does that man-?”

His laughter came easily this time- low and rich, a sound that was somehow both mocking and genuinely entertained.

“So.” He glanced at you, not yet leaving. “You do this to everyone?”

“I give people what they need.”

A thoughtful hum. He took another slow look around, comfortable now. Like he wasn’t just passing through anymore- like he’d decided to stay a little longer, just to see what you’d say next.

You let him enjoy his silence, waiting to see if he’d actually, maybe, tell you his name.

But when he finally stood, you could practically feel that he was smirking beneath the mask, sharp eyes flicking over you.

“I’ll be back.” He murmured.

“You don’t even know if I’ll remember you.” You teased, lips twitching into a smile.

“Oh, you will.” He was already walking toward the door, moving with that same lazy, confident ease. The kind of man who knew exactly how to leave an impression.

And just before the bell rang again-

“I’d bet on it.”

You were so focused on him, you didn’t notice your phone vibrating with a text message that would ruin a part of your life.

Hey girly

[achrams]

𝐈𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲.

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Dr.Strange's cloak starts acting odd after he comes back from a long mission.

𝐂𝐰: Bondage, getting caught?, protected sex.

What began as a self proclaimed mage meets an actual qualified sorcerer ended up in a tender relationship. To most people’s surprise probably. Sure, most of your time together consisted of one practice session after another but there were moments for tender affection too..er well somewhat. Because as of right now, the last time you two had genuine contact was about 4 months, 2 weeks, 4 days, 7 hours and 12 minutes ago. Oddly specific, right? It wasn’t like someone was keeping track of it, oh totally not.

Ever since the beginning of that timer the both of you have been rather busy with work. While Dr. Strange was dealing with world class missions with some collective he'd been hesitant to work with, his own words ask him, while you were gaining magic experience little by little. Mostly boring paperwork and some acts here and there. On the off chance you actually got to put your powers to the test, you did not hold back for a moment. Gauging your own success and celebrating it all the same. It was your time to shine, your time to show people you could be trusted with future issues. So far you had a clear record, not a single thing had gone wrong on your little pieces of work.

---

Currently sitting in Sanctum Sanctorum, you sighed in relief when another paper on the neighbourhood issues had finally been finished. Setting your pens down, you turned around to look at the view outside, nearly night time already. How many hours have you done this again? Three? Seven? Turns out the ‘one more report’ turned into another and another until a pile formed. Who would have thought you'd get fixated on paperwork instead of gaming videos.

Just when you were about to leave for your nightly routine before bed, a sudden portal popped up and in walked the one and only. “Haven’t seen you in a while.” You smiled softly, not mad, not disappointed. Just glad that your Stephen was safe and sound, after all getting together with a hero had its own fair share of rules as well as difficulties in the distance department. Though, after such a long time this had become the norm. At least now things could go normal, as normal as they could anyways.

“It's not been that long.” He said, the usual tinge of sass in his dialogue yet despite his words he still walked over to you like a tired pup after playtime. Hands falling around your middle while his forehead met your shoulder with a sigh. It was his silent way of asking for a bit of affection, backpedalling on his words without having said anything. A silent language only you knew. To which you just sighed and pulled him closer and prepared to press a kiss to his forehead before a sudden force yanked you two apart.

Raising an eyebrow you questioned, “Uh, is everything alright?” Expecting a clear answer turned out to be impossible since Stephen was just as perplexed as you were. “Mostly.” He said, suspicious but not wanting to put any ideas out there just yet. Finding the game of letting you figure it out rather fun. Needing more concrete proof of his ‘theories’ before he'd take action. “Alright. Well, do what you need to, I'll be going to bed. Goodnight hun.” A simple goodbye for the night since the two of you had different sleep routines.

The next morning, however, when you had expected to have a warm morning with Stephen, after a long time apart, it was cut off by a disturbance again. Having walked to the kitchen, the hot coffee poured into two mugs by Stephen as you wrapped your arms around his middle. Face buried into his neck while you sighed in relaxation. You didn’t have the time to press a kiss to Stephen's neck before a shattering sound came from the room over. Rushing in came the infamous cloak. Latching itself against Stephen before pulling him out the room. “Huh..?” You muttered out, now standing alone in the kitchen. More confused than you’d ever been.

The same thing kept happening over and over again. If you thought it was a coincidence at first then there was no denying that it was purposeful now. Every single time you and Stephen got affectionate with one another, that damned cloak managed to butt itself into the tender moment. Ruining it. For example, cuddling while watching tv? No, the cloak wiggled itself between the two of you. Going on a walk together? Nope, the cloak started pushing Stephen forward twice as fast as you could even walk. Even holding hands was difficult with how the cloak curled its sides inwards to prevent it from happening. Something was seriously off.

Day after day it grew into a few weeks. Annoying, long weeks without being able to touch your lover at all. This must be modern torture. Sitting before Stephen, you clasped your hands below your chin. “Sooo, I've noticed your cloak dislikes me.” You said while keeping your voice low in fear of the cloak listening in and somehow ruining this moment too, without ever managing to figure things out on how to fix it. “Finally. I was beginning to think you were actually stupid.” He said with a proud smirk, crossing his arms over his chest as if he had won some lottery.

“Right, then..why? It didn’t have a problem with me before.” You said, leaning back in your chair with a deep sigh. “Think about it. You go to another side of the world for a long while with someone. You bond, grow your friendship and suddenly it's time to go back. Would you want to leave your friend?” Stephen asked, finding some neat pleasure in playing mind games with you, seeing you follow his instructions. The good ones that were supposed to give you new perspectives to think about. Another thing he could feel proud about teaching you.

“No, I'd want to keep the friendship going.” You said, serious as ever while looking over at Stephen who had already fixated his gaze on you with an expectant glint. Urging you to piece the puzzle together on your own without him having to reveal it. It took you a few moments before you laughed a soft sound between surprise and disbelief, “Wait- Don’t tell me your coak grew jealous. Of me?” As funny as the idea was, it happened to be exactly that. Going on a mission with Stephen had left the cloak longing for more time alone with its owner.

“Honestly, I'm as surprised as you are. Never have I ever thought to see a jealous relic.” Stephen said then stood up to move closer to you. Leaning down to whisper into your ear that you guys should show this piece of fabric that it shouldn’t come between the two of you anymore or else it might walk in on something it probably wouldn’t like. The whole plan was easier than expected since you had no trouble getting handsy. It had been quite a long time afterall.

Waiting until midnight before getting to work. Or rather getting all up in each other's business. It started off as a simple make out, slowly adding hands that travelled. Your one hand was gripping the back of Stephen's head while the other pulled him closer by his hip while Stephen's hands were desperately pulling you close by your clothes. Hearing the racking coming from down the hall, you were sure it was going according to how you guys discussed. Maybe even better than anticipated given you have only just begun.

Sensing the heat grow, you pinned Stephen to the bed, smothering his skin with one kiss after another, leaving the occasional bites while your hand slid down to cup his growing erection. Smiling against Stephen's skin when you heard him sigh with need, bordering on a whine. A gentle teasing tug and you had him buck his hips up into your hand, it made you happy how easy you could make him crave you. Letting your lips find his once more you began making out again, all while your hands got busy with peeling off his clothes one by one.

The pile scattered over the bed. He was finally bare and vulnerable below you, oh so pretty just for you. Flushed and heaving from those gentle kisses that wet his skin and caressing hands that knew all of the hidden erogenous zones by heart. Melting this respected sorcerer to a puddle of neediness. Smiling down at him, you cupped his dick, slowly, teasingly jerking him. Wanting to make him cry and arch into your touch with barely contained whimpers before you’d give him the speed he wanted. Thumb purposefully pressing the underside of his dick, just below the leaking crown. Sensitive and perfect.

“You know-..oh shit…you know you don’t have to hold back, right?” Stephen breathed out, stopping his sentence each time you played into his weaknesses. Soft caresses, longing looks and that damn lustful look on your face. With a smile you leaned over him, pressing a kiss to the side of his mouth before whispering, “I’m not..but if you want something, you’re gonna have to say so clearly.” Your hand, still busy with jerking Stephen off in agonisingly slow movements. This was Stephen’s way of getting what he wanted without losing his pride, you knew that yet you wanted to hear him voice his own needs rather than twist the words. Seeing as you wouldn’t budge from your plan to deliciously torture Stephen, he grew a bit overstimulated.

“Come on- just..fuck me already!” He suddenly groaned, his dick leaking pre all over your thumb by this point. Though as much as you would have liked to memorise this moment of Stephen breaking under pleasure, it had been a blur of orange lights and banging on the door. Oh yeah, you’d forgotten why you were doing this in the first place. The cloak. It had escaped its cage and came tumbling down the hall to barge in but with how needy Stephen had got, there was no way he was letting anything come between you two. Hence the sudden magic, the room filled with a few portals and through them he had forged his glowing whips. The initial idea had been to use them to block out the cloak from entering but seems like the sexual frustration had doubled the effect.

The door had been completely blocked off by a net of whip parts, all messy as they lasered the room like fairy lights. That was not all, in the middle of this mess of magic the whips had tied themself around your body. Hands behind your back, together at the wrists then around your torso, to pin your arms to your sides. Turns out that your Stephen might be a bit more a freak than he lets on, a side he only shows in desperation. He did not care that things might be all over the place, all he was focused on was getting you inside him. You tensed up a bit at the sudden bondage but seeing Stephen so eager was turning you on more than you’d like to admit. Despite the awkward thrashing you could hear from the doorway, it seems the cloak really didn’t like this but knowing that nothing could be done about this moment made it leave. You didn’t notice when but at least it didn’t feel like you were being burned by an invisible gaze.

“Good..fuck- you were driving me insane you minx.” Stephen chuckled out and moved his arms to pull you down onto the bed by the whips. Almost puppeteering you with how crowded the bed suddenly felt. He wasted no time in clawing off your pants to get his hands on the prize, you could see the silent relief in his when he saw you hard and twitching against your abdomen. Seems like you did truly want this as much as he did. He held you in his hand jerking you eagerly for a moment before slipping a condom over it. You didn’t notice how or when he’d got his hands on it but it’s not like it mattered. You were about to reach heaven really soon.

With barely contained eagerness Stephen crawled over, straddling your hips to line himself up with you before sinking down. “Perfect..now that I’m in control..I’m going to do what I want.” He declared with a smile and forced himself harshly down with a needy bounce. His head falling back from the pleasure, making him clench around you like fist. A sigh left his lips before he gained a good momentum, hands neatly holding the whips steady while he lost himself to the pleasure. 

You could only watch as this genius of a man was fucking himself dumb on your dick, hair rocking along with his eager grinding, eyes closed in bliss, hands tightening around the ropes to keep you pinned all while his insides perfectly squeezed you dry. You, too, were having a difficult time holding back, each bounce from Stephen felt so ethereal that one might mistake it as a massage for your mind. He was so perfect for you, despite the fact he was keeping to his own rhythm, not letting you take charge for the night. Pleasure and desperation mixing into a deadly potion of lust.

Even when Stephen was reaching his peak, he refused to speed up, keeping a consistent tempo. A knowing smirk on his face as he felt his core tighten up, threatening to clutch around your twitching dick so hard it would make you see white. “Hun..please..just a tad faster?” You begged while barely being able to keep your eyes open, mouth fallen open and soft groans escaping every time Stephen took you deep into his body. Your voices worked together perfectly to create an orchestra of sounds. “Noo..after you teased me..I think you deserve this.” He replied with a whine of his own, legs shaking from how greedily he had been fucking himself on your dick.

“Please?” You begged again, louder this time since the peak was so close for you. Just a smidge more and you’d be able to feel the euphoria wash over you. Stephen only moaned in response, cruelly ignoring the plea for a good minute before he harshened his bouncing. His inner walls clinging to your dick like a leech before he pulled you under with him. A shuddering climax rushed over the both of you, drawing out loud cries of release. Both of you felt your bodies give into exhaustion with how backs were arched and muscles that were tensed.

Taking a breather, Stephen finally let go of his magic, falling forward to lie against your chest while your hands surrounded him in a comforting hug. “Dear lord..you were perfect..” You whispered out, pressing a kiss to his temple before shuffling against the bed. Groaning when your dick twitched in Stephen, feeling cozy in the warm cavern. “I was just giving you a piece of your own medicine.” He sighed and visibly relaxed against you, eyes shut as he muttered something about cleaning up later.

You gladly agreed and let Stephen fall asleep in your arms. Smiling to yourself at the sight of an unusually soft Stephen. It made your heart soar. With a grin you looked at the doorway where the cloak had been previously seen. “Take that.” You whispered and by the sound of an upset clank downstairs, the cloak had sensed you talking shit. It would get over it soon enough, it had to. Stephen was your boyfriend afterall, there was no way a cloak was going to get between you two.