#instead i’m just. vibrating and doing none of those things

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HMMM… to gif perth’s new video or to work on my fic… or to write ramking, who i’m now thinking about again because of perth’s new video…. or to lie down, because i can feel a migraine coming on… too many thoughts head too full!!

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Stiles Stilinski x Male Reader | S

Warnings: NSFW Gay Sex, Explicit content, Teen Wolf AU, Teen Wolf x Male reader, Top Stiles Stilinski x Bottom Male Reader, degradation, raw (please use protection !)

Disclaimer : This is a Fan-fiction story written for entertainment purposes only, no part of the story implies or affirms anything regarding real world events or individuals. Please be of the appropriate age ( i.e, Adult as per your country’s stipulations and regulations) before interacting with this post

NOT PROOF READ !

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{A/N: Not proof-read! Have fun Pookies <3}

The thundering bass of the rave wrapped around Stiles like a living thing, vibrating through his chest, shaking the ground beneath his feet. Strobe lights flashed like lightning across the crowd—a blur of sweaty bodies, neon accents, and wild energy that surged with every beat. The air was thick with sweat, alcohol, and smoke, and it felt like chaos incarnate.

But none of that mattered to Stiles.

Because Y/N was here.

And holy crap, he looked good.

“Scott!” Stiles hissed, his voice barely cutting through the music. He grabbed his friend’s arm, nearly dislocating it in his urgency. “Scott! Look.”

Scott stumbled slightly, squinting in the direction Stiles was pointing. “Is that… Y/N?”

“Uh, yeah, that’s Y/N,” Stiles confirmed, his voice cracking slightly. “I knew he was lying. He said he was too busy, right? Those were his exact words. Too busy. But now he’s here, and—oh my God.”

Scott glanced at him, eyebrow raised. “Maybe he just didn’t want to come with us, man.”

“Okay, first of all, rude. Second, do you see him?” Stiles stammered, gesturing wildly toward the figure leaning casually against the bar. “Look at him! He’s a whole—he’s like—Scott, he’s a walking thirst trap.”

“Dude,” Scott sighed, already tired of this, but Stiles wasn’t listening anymore.

Y/N was there, drink in hand, the pulsing neon lights painting his skin in shades of purple and red. His dark button-down was halfway unbuttoned, hanging loose around his torso, and Stiles’ eyes zeroed in on the exposed lines of his collarbone, sharp enough to draw blood. His sleeves were rolled up, the veins on his forearms faintly visible in the light. But it was the shirt riding up just enough to reveal a sliver of his abs—a sheen of sweat glistening faintly—that made Stiles’ throat go completely dry.

And then, the jeans.

They were impossibly, unfairly tight, hugging Y/N’s thighs in a way that made Stiles’ brain glitch like an old computer. When Y/N shifted his weight, Stiles’ eyes darted, unbidden, to the curve of his bubble butt, and a very inappropriate thought hit him like a truck: That’s not fair. No one’s butt should look that good in jeans. I could probably grab—

“Stop staring at his ass, Stiles,” Scott muttered, elbowing him hard.

“I’m not—okay, fine, maybe I was,” Stiles said defensively, snapping his head up to find Y/N’s face instead.

Only to find that Y/N was looking right at him, a sly, knowing smile curving his lips. Stiles’ heart stuttered violently, and Y/N gave the faintest tilt of his head before turning back to his drink.

“I’m dead,” Stiles whispered, running a hand down his face.

“You’re embarrassing,” Scott corrected with a smirk. “Let’s just say hi before you combust.”

As they pushed closer, the details of Y/N became sharper. Stiles could see the faint flush to his cheeks, the way his hair looked messily perfect, as though he hadn’t even tried. His posture was lazy, his body loose and relaxed in a way that screamed confidence. Stiles wanted to touch him—trace a finger down the bare column of his throat, drag his teeth against that stupidly perfect collarbone. Mark him, his brain supplied unhelpfully.

Stiles was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn’t notice Y/N had turned toward them until it was too late.

“Hey, guys!” Y/N called, his grin wide and inviting. The music muffled his words, but they still hit Stiles like a punch to the chest. He had that lazy slur to his voice, the kind that said he’d already been drinking, and his smile was slightly crooked, his eyes bright with mischief.

“Hey!” Stiles blurted, far too enthusiastically. “You—uh—you’re here! You said you weren’t coming!”

Y/N shrugged, taking a long sip of his drink before leaning forward slightly, voice dropping to a teasing lilt. “Plans change.”

And then—he winked.

Stiles froze, his face turning a dangerous shade of red. Scott, mercifully, stepped in to save him. “We were just gonna look for Allison,” Scott said, his tone amused but casual. “You and Stiles have fun.”

Scott gave Stiles a quick thumbs-up before disappearing into the crowd. Stiles didn’t even have time to glare at him because Y/N stepped closer, his body brushing against Stiles’ arm.

“Come drink with me,” Y/N said, reaching out to grab Stiles’ wrist.

The contact burned in the best way possible—Y/N’s palm was warm, his fingers rough and strong. Stiles’ heart nearly leapt out of his chest as Y/N tugged him toward the bar, weaving through the crowd with a casual ease that made Stiles’ brain sputter.

They ended up with shots in their hands, Y/N grinning like he’d won something. “Cheers,” he said, raising his glass, his fingers brushing Stiles’ again in a lingering, deliberate way.

Stiles swallowed, his eyes locking onto Y/N’s. “Cheers.”

They downed their drinks, and Stiles coughed, the burn of alcohol scorching his throat. Y/N laughed, leaning into him as they both stumbled slightly. The motion brought their faces close, their foreheads nearly touching.

“Careful there, lightweight,” Y/N teased, voice low and warm.

“Careful yourself,” Stiles shot back, trying to sound confident even though his brain was short-circuiting.

The music shifted, deepening into something heavier, darker. Y/N turned toward him, his grin softening as he tilted his head. “Dance with me.”

Stiles barely had time to process before Y/N’s hands were sliding around his neck, their bodies aligning as though they were made to fit. Stiles’ own hands found Y/N’s bare waist, his fingers brushing over the smooth skin. He swore he could feel the heat radiating off Y/N.

They moved slowly at first, the beat thudding like a heartbeat beneath their feet. Stiles’ gaze dropped again—Y/N’s shirt was long gone, tossed somewhere near the bar, and all that was left was miles of skin and muscle, flushed pink from the heat and alcohol.

Teeth marks, Stiles thought helplessly. I want to leave teeth marks right there.

Y/N’s fingers curled into the nape of his neck, drawing him closer until their foreheads nearly touched. Stiles could feel Y/N’s breath on his lips, warm and faintly sweet.

“You’re staring,” Y/N murmured, his voice low and teasing.

Stiles didn’t even pretend to deny it. “Can you blame me?”

Y/N laughed softly, the sound barely audible over the music. “No,” he whispered. “Not really.”

Their movements slowed, more swaying than dancing now, the space between them nonexistent. Stiles tightened his grip on Y/N’s waist, his thumbs brushing slow, deliberate circles against the bare skin. Y/N shivered slightly under his touch, and Stiles grinned, leaning in just enough that his lips brushed the corner of Y/N’s jaw.

Y/N sucked in a sharp breath, his grip on Stiles’ neck tightening.

“I should’ve dragged you here sooner,” Y/N murmured, his voice soft but charged.

Stiles smirked, letting his hands slide a little lower, teasing the edge of Y/N’s waistband. “Better late than never.”

Y/N didn’t respond—not with words, anyway. Instead, he leaned in, their lips hovering dangerously close, the tension between them so thick it felt like it might snap.

And Stiles was perfectly fine with that.

He closed the distance between them, pressing his lips firmly against Y/N, his grip on the other boy’s waist tightening and pulling him closer - till they could completely feel each other. It was electric, the way they fit together, their bodies moving instinctively.

As Y/N’s hands held Stiles face, their tongues intertwining in a dance of its own, a feeling of euphoria rushed through him, like nothing else existed. Just the two of them, their breaths mingling and hearts pounding together in sync.

It was perfect.

When they finally pulled away, both boys were flushed, breathing heavily and staring into each other's eyes. The intensity between them was palpable, and as they slowly began to regain their composure, they couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"That was... unexpected," Stiles remarked, chuckling slightly.

"You're telling me," Y/N replied, a slight blush spreading across his cheeks.

Stiles bit his lip, glancing up at him. "So, are we doing this?"

"What do you mean?" Y/N asked, raising an eyebrow.

Stiles smiled, leaning in and gently pressing his lips against the other boy's, before whispering, "Let's get out of here."

They left the club, their fingers intertwined and their hearts beating rapidly in anticipation. The air was cool and crisp, and as they basically ran down the street to Stiles’ jeep. The tension between them was growing with every passing moment, and it wasn't long before they wouldn’t be making it do bed.

Pushed against the jeep, Stiles Stilinski and Y/N, kissing hungrily. Y/N was pinned against the car door, their tongues fighting for dominance. They were both moaning loudly, and it was obvious that the sexual tension between them had grown too much.

"We're not going to make it to the bed, are we?" Y/N murmured against Stiles's lips, his voice breathy and heavy with lust.

"Hell no," Stiles growled, pulling y/n off the car, hurriedly slamming the jeep’s back door open. They fell into the backseat, their limbs tangling, and the next thing they knew, they were kissing again.

It was passionate and messy, the air between them filled with nothing but heat and desire. They were both panting and moaning, their hands roaming each other's bodies, exploring every inch. Stiles took a moment to pause and just admire Y/N … in his car … he was so ready to ravage that body.

“You’re drooling sexy,” Y/N said as he winked, sending Stiles a smirk.

Stiles wasted no time in dragging his lips down the other boy's neck, pushing the other on his back. His skin was warm and soft, and as he reached the collarbone, he bit down, drawing a loud moan from y/n, whose hands snaked their way grabbing & tugging at Stiles’ hair.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous," he breathed into y/n’s neck, running his hands over y/n's bare chest and torso.

He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his chest, and Y/N squirmed beneath him as the other’s tongue flicked across his nipple. He then moved to the other, sucking and nibbling. Y/N arched his back, letting out a string of whimpers.

"God, Stiles..."

Y/N bucked his hips up, desperate for some friction, but Stiles held him down, pressing him further into the car seat. His mouth continued its trail downwards, stopping to nibble at y/n's hip bones, biting, bruising and - marking.

Y/N’s already had a fucked out expression, one that Stiles was coming to love.

Y/N’s hands sneaked under Stiles’ t-shirt, roughly yanking it off.

“You’re sure getting needy,” Stiles said smirking as he dragged his tongue across Y/N’s v-line again, placing gentle kisses on the burning bruises, licking occasionally - making y/n arch his back his pleasure and pain.

"You're so good with your mouth," Y/N moaned, his eyes shut tight as his fingers tangled in Stiles' hair.

"Oh, trust me. You haven't seen anything yet," Stiles muttered, his voice low and husky.

Y/N let out another moan as he felt Stiles' fingers hook on the hem of his boxers, sliding them down painfully slow. Once they were discarded on the floor, he immediately turned the other around, gently smacking his ass.

Y/N gasped, a moan escaping his lips as the pain slowly turned into pleasure, making him rock his hips back, his cock rubbing against the leather seat.

"Fuck your ass is so juicy,” Stiles growled as his hands squeezed Y/N’s ass, spreading them apart. He leaned down, blowing gently against his hole.

"Please," Y/N breathed, his body shivering. "Stiles, please."

Stiles smirked and licked a wet stripe along the crack, tasting Y/N, hearing him moan loudly.

"Oh my God," Y/N panted, his fingers gripping the car seat. "Please, Stiles."

"Begging already, huh?" Stiles whispered, his voice dripping with lust. "You're so fucking sexy."

Stiles leaned forward again, this time letting his tongue slip inside. Y/N's legs shook, and he let out a long moan, his cock leaking onto the seat.

He continued to fuck the other with his tongue, his finger slowly creeping up the crack, teasing his hole, as his other hand grabbed y/n’s dripping cock.

"You taste amazing," he groaned, stroking the other.

"Fuck, Stiles, I'm gonna cum," Y/N whimpered, his legs shaking.

Stiles pulled away, his lips red and swollen.

"I don't think so, sweetheart," he said, his eyes glinting.

He flipped y/n around, pressing his lips against the other cock deep-throating it hungrily. Y/N's body arched, his eyes rolling back.

“Fuck STILES Oh MY GOD!” Y/N squealed arching his back as Stiles continued furiously bobbing his head, his finger gently massaging Y/N’s hole.

"Shit, fuck, I'm gonna cum!" Y/N screamed, but Stiles had other ideas.

He quickly pulled his mouth away from the other, leaving him a whimpering, horny mess, as he pushed a finger into his hole.

"Please, please, I need to cum," he begged, his eyes pleading.

"You'll get to," Stiles promised, leaning down and sucking on his nipple.

Y/N was practically sobbing, his body convulsing. "Please, fuck me, please," he begged, tears streaming down his face.

"You're so fucking hot," Stiles muttered, pushing another finger inside.

Y/N cried out, his whole body shuddering as he came hard, his cum spraying all over his stomach.

"Fuck, that was hot, and I haven’t even gotten started yet," Stiles breathed, his cock twitching.

"Stiles," Y/N gasped, his chest heaving. "I need you to fuck me."

Stiles smirked, his hand running along the other's length.

"You're such a dirty slut, aren't you?" he teased, pressing his fingers into the other's entrance.

"Please," Y/N begged, his face flushed, with the most fucked out expression every, the kind that made Stiles’ hard on HURT even more.

Stiles pulled his fingers out, and pushed them in repeatedly, thrusting, and curving his fingers. Y/N was writhing and panting, his cock already hard again, his prostate sending waves of arousal through him.

"Fuck, I can't wait any longer," Stiles growled, unbuckling his pants as he licked his lips.

Y/N got up, grabbing stiles arm pushing him down. Straddling him and rubbing his ass on his raging hard on.

"Fuck me, How are you so huge,” y/n said panting as the other positioned himself.

"You're the one who's going to take all of this," he growled, grabbing y/n by the hips.

Stiles bucked his hips, his tip prodding but not entering the other's hole.

"Fuck, stop teasing," Y/N said, his voice trembling.

"Beg for it," he whispered, his fingers digging into the other's flesh.

"Please, please, I need it, I want it, fuck, please, Please let me ride you! I want you I want you so bad," Y/N whimpered, his legs shaking.

Stiles gave him a wicked smile and slowly bucking his hips, entering the other with his tip, and slowly letting himself fill the other.

"Ah, fuck, you're so tight," Stiles moaned, his hands gripping the other's waist.

"Ah, ah, ah," Y/N whimpered as he felt the other fill him up, stretching his walls, his body tensing.

"Oh my god, fuck, you're so big," Y/N groaned, his head thrown back in ecstasy.

"God, you feel so fucking good," Stiles grunted, his fingers digging into the other's hips, spanking his ass as hard as he could.

Y/N moaned, his eyes rolling back, his body shivering.

"Please, please, harder, fuck me harder, oh my god," he whimpered, his voice a low whine.

"I'll give you harder," Stiles grunted, spanking the other, as he began thrusting into the other with full force.

"Fuck, you're such a slut, aren't you?" he groaned, his nails raking across the other's back, unconsciously drawing blood.

"Oh, fuck, please, yes, fuck me harder, harder," Y/N begged, his body tensing, his cock throbbing.

"That's right, beg for it," he growled, spanking the other again.

Stiles’ hands moved all over y/n’s body, as if he was making a mental map of every inch of him - and now it all belonged to him. His fingers gently played with Y/N’s nipple, causing him to squirm.

"Fuck, you're so hot, so beautiful," Stiles murmured, his thrusts growing more erratic, y/n struggling to keep riding at such a pace.

"I'm gonna cum," Y/N panted, his body trembling, his toes curling.

"Not yet, not yet, I'm not finished with you yet," Stiles grunted, his grip tightening. As he pushed y/n onto his back.

"Wait, what, are you gonna-"

Before he could finish, Stiles was pushing the other's legs apart, his tip brushing against his hole.

"Oh, fuck, yes, yes, yes," Y/N moaned, his body arching.

"Such a good little slut," Stiles said, grinning down at the other, his cock throbbing, as he entered the other's hole.

"Yes, yes, oh my god," y/n panted, his hands gripping the leather seat.

Stiles thrust deep and hard, his tip brushing against the other's prostate, causing him to scream, his whole body spasming.

"You like that, don't you?" he grunted, thrusting deeper, harder.

"Yes, oh god, yes, please, please, fuck, don't stop, don't stop," y/n begged, his body shuddering, his legs trembling.

"So tight, you're so tight, fuck," Stiles moaned, his hips slamming against the other, his balls slapping the other's ass, his grip on the other's hips almost painful.

"Harder, harder, fuck, fuck, please, fuck, oh my god," Y/N cried, his face twisted in pleasure, his cock dripping, as Stiles slammed his prostate with his thick 10 inches.

"Such a slut," Stiles grunted, his nails digging into the other's thighs.

"Yes, fuck, I'm your slut, fuck, I'm your dirty whore, please, I'm your fucking slut, fuck me, use me, oh my god, please, fuck, oh god," Y/N whimpered, his words incoherent, his mind spinning, his whole body shaking.

"I'm gonna cum," Stiles growled, gripping the other's hair, as he bit down hard sinking his teeth into y/n’s neck again -

| his thrusts growing erratic.

"Cum in me, cum in me, please, fuck, I want it, I want it," y/n begged, his legs wrapping around the other, pulling him closer, his hands clutching the leather seat.

"Take it," Stiles growled, thrusting his full length deep into the other's tight, hot hole, as he shot his load inside.

"Fuck, fuck, yes, yes, oh god, fuck," Y/N panted, his eyes rolling back, his legs quivering, as the other filled him, his whole body shuddering with orgasm.

They stayed like that for a few moments, both of them panting, sweaty, and breathless, their bodies glistening in the dim light and sweat.

"Holy shit," Stiles finally managed to say, still not pulling out of the other, his cock still twitching, his breathing ragged.

"Yeah," Y/N panted, his eyes still unfocused, his face flushed.

"That was..."

"Fucking amazing," Y/N finished for him, grinning, his hair matted, his body drenched.

"Yeah," Stiles said, his chest still heaving.

"Yeah," Y/N agreed, his breathing beginning to steady.

"So, what do we do now?"

"Well, we could always go again," Stiles said, smirking.

"I like the way you think," Y/N said, laughing softly.

(Author’s Note: RINSE AND REPEAT BITCHES ! Thank you for reading ! This was originally written for my Stiles x male oc reader Story: ANOMALY. So please don't be shocked if I reformat and edit to put this smut into ANOMALY! THANK YOU FOR READING )

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Speak Your Truth: John Carter x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @anna-bailey @ofsoapsuds @queenslandlover-93 @gemofspace

Summary: John speaks his truth in the aftermath of a tragedy.

Companion piece to:

Little John - You try to keep John's mind off the task at hand.

The First One Is Always The Hardest - You comfort John after the death of a patient.

Forget-Me-Nots - John wakes up hung over in a strange bed and with an unexpected memento of the night before.

The suicide ruins John, it breaks his heart, his will, his mind. He finds himself sitting in a chair in the waiting room staring into the abyss as he goes over all the things he could have said, that he should have said. Even after Benton talks to him it doesn’t ease, it feels like there’s a pressure bearing down on his chest, stealing away his breath.

“Hey…” You say softly as you crouch down in front of him in your street clothes.

He doesn’t respond, doesn’t answer. He just sits there, his eyes fixed on something that you simply can’t see. Your fingers grace his jawline, delicately tipping his chin to meet your gaze. He flinches and you pause, dipping your head instead.  

“John.” You murmur. “This is not your fault, sometimes people are just in too much pain…”

He doesn’t believe it, you can see it in the way his lips purse together as he looks at you with hollowed out eyes. It’s like someone has stole the light right out of them. It hurts to see him like this, in so much pain. You can patch up a physical wound, staunch the bleeding but something like this, it takes time to process, a safe environment to heal in and John, he’s all alone. His parents are in Switzerland, visiting his sister and the other people in his life…

They don’t understand his decision to become a doctor, not when his family have more money than God.

“John.” You say firmly. “I don’t want you to be alone tonight.”

“I’ll be fine.” He responds but you know that’s not true, you can hear it in his voice, how devoid of emotion it is. He’s shutting down completely, cutting himself off from the world. That’s how it starts, you bury the mental anguish and it festers under the surface, poisoning you until you’re the one standing on the edge of that roof.

“But I won’t be.” You say, appealing to the selfless part in him. “I think we both need our friend tonight-”

“You think you need me?” He laughs, it’s a horrible dull sound that vibrates through his chest as he takes your hands in his clasping them tightly. “You don’t, you’re already brilliant and strong and brave and-”

“And I would be none of those things without you.” You kick back, your forehead coming to rest against his. “You think I would have made it this far without you fighting in my corner? Not a chance in hell. You promised me we’d do this together, that we’d take care of one another so let me take care of you. We’ll go back home to my place, put on some shitty movie, eat take out-”

“Crys…” He says helplessly, his dark eyes meeting yours. “I love you, you know that don’t you?”

“Of course I do.” You tell him with a fond smile. “And I love you too…”

“Not like that.” He says, shaking his head. “I mean real love, like the type they write Hallmark movies about. I know that you don’t feel the same way but I watched a woman throw herself off a building today because she couldn’t live her truth and I gotta speak mine. I’m in love with you Crys, I have been for a long time.”

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Never pleased

Summary: you’re a people pleaser who doesn’t know how to say no to anyone. Your boyfriend Bakugo ever so attentive can’t sit back anymore and watch you put others before yourself.

Bakugo knows you like the back of his hand no doubt.

He’s knows your favourite food, your favourite colour, your go to movie to watch when your sad, but most of all he knows how you just cannot say no to anyone.

He has brought this issue to your attention before but you had simply brushed it off and told him that it was nothing worth worrying over.

Not him though.

He didn’t just brush it off.

But still he kept to himself until he just couldn’t no more.

The morning had started like every other one Bakugo waking up bright and early to get ready for class expect there was just one thing that was out of place. You. When he had fallen asleep you were right with him which was a common occurrence but when he had woken up without his beautiful baby by his side? He was very very confused to say the least. He didn’t worry to much over it and just assumed something had up come up or you had left something at your dorm room.

Just to be sure he flicked you a quick text.

Where did you run off to?

Setting his phone down Bakugo started to get ready for class which consisted of showering getting dressed and fixing his bed hair. He picked up his phone expecting a text back from you instead he is left on delivered. Brushing it off he didn’t think to much of it and started heading to class. Everybody was getting seated and he glanced around trying to find you and failing to see you anywhere. Now this was weird. You always tell everyone that punctuality is the best trait to have and everybody should obtain especially when it comes to education. Bakugo furrowed his brows and reaches into his pocket pulling out his phone and opening your contact.

Nerd where are you? You are never late to class hope you didn’t die on me.

As he puts his phone back into his Pocket he feels it vibrate and quickly pulls it out…

Oh I’m so sorry my phone was on dnd. I’m sorry I left last night but I waited for you to be asleep! I just had so much work I needed to do and I got barely any sleep. I’ll be in class in five :)



He stared at his phone with a confused look. Work you needed to do? What work did you need to do that required you to stay up all night? You were already caught up in all your classes you were one of the top students in fact , so why do you need to spend your whole night doing more?

Five minutes go by and Bakugo looks up as you are rushing into class spurring apology’s blabbing an excuse that Bakugo can’t quite make out. You rush over and take a seat next to him and giving him a shy smile. But Bakugo can see it. The tiredness in your eyes the way you slouch ever so slightly your demeanour just seemed so exhausted, hell he was getting exhausted just but looking at you. “ what work is so important that you had to stay up all night. If it was that bad I would have helped you” he asked his tone harsh and usual. “ oh Mina and Denki had some work they wanted me to do” this made bakugo’s eye twitch not because of the problem at hand but how you had said it like it was the most natural thing in the world. “Tch don’t do those idiots work s’not your fault they are stupid.”

“Bakugo they aren’t stupid they just… needed a little help is all.” “ tch whatever.”

And Bakugo left it at that.

Later everybody was practicing sparing, but you just couldn’t seem to catch a break. The other students were using you to their advantage-

Not in a malicious way, no no not at all. Just causal things like asking for you to grab everybody’s water bottle, bombarding you with questions about the classes, begging for your notes, asking for extra tutoring sessions.

Frustration was evident on your face. And none of this went unnoticed by Bakugo. No no.

He saw the way you slowly became more and more tense as more questions were being thrown at you. He saw the slight pink tint in your cheeks. He heard the way you sighed to yourself.

Yes Bakugo was very attentive.

And usually he would leave it at that. He always left it up to you wondering, hoping, you would stick up for yourself. But when he saw your eyes starting to tear up, something inside him snapped.

“Y/n” Bakugo called you over.

You looked up hearing your boyfriend’s voice, him palming you over. You head towards him trying your best to blink away the tears, get a grip you thought.

When you finally reached Bakugo you stopped in front of him, staring at the ground so he wouldn’t notice the clear sadness in your eyes.

Bakugo notices how you avoid his gaze immediately.

He hooks his index finger under your chin and forces you to look at him

But as soon and he see a tear roll down your cheek his heart breaks.

Although,

You can’t know that.

“Get your shit we are done here” Bakugo says his tone leaving no room for arguments.

You head over to where your stuff was and slowly pack your stuff off before heading towards where Bakugo was standing. He grabs your wrist and pulls you with him at a hurried pace.

Your heart is racing, your cheeks are hot and tears are streaming down your face. You don’t know what’s wrong with Bakugo, was he mad at you?

You quickly recognised where he was dragging you to. His dorm room. As you reach his dorm he quickly opens the door and throws his stuff down by his desk, then reaches for your bag and placing it down near his.

“Sit”

Bakugo says as heads into the bathroom. You oblige taking a seat on his bed, wiping your tears with your sleeve. Bakugo comes back out with a wet cloth and holds it out for you “here”

“ what that’s for?” You ask giving a confused look.

“Tch your burning up, can clearly see it in your face dumbass”

“Oh”

Bakugo pulls his desk chair out and takes a seat in front of you. “So what going on hm?” “What do you mean katsuki?” You say looking at your feet “tch katsuki huh? Harsh, what happened to those little nicknames you gave me” he says tone playful “m’sorry” you say your voice cracking and on the verge of breaking down right then and there.

“Okay that’s enough what is going on in that Pretty little mind of yours hm baby?”

You sniffle looking up at Bakugo his eyes softening as he takes in your glassy, puffy eyes and your tear stained cheeks. “It’s nothing to worry over” you say giving him a weak smile which was not very convincing at all.

“Nope. No you are not doing that. I am your boyfriend and it’s my job to listen to your thoughts, your feelings, everything. I may not be the best at these types of things but for you I will learn. Now tell me what is running through that heads of yours baby.”

Hearing his words really tip you over and everything comes out at once. You tell him everything, how draining it is keeping up with everyone and their demands. Feeling trapped in your own mind, hating yourself for not being able to say no to anyone, and your fears of failing everybody.

And he listens to you, everything you say.

And when your finish your ramble you’re a wreck.

“ baby, it is not your fault. None of it is. They are just idiots who don’t know how good you are to them. I should have said something I’m so sorry baby.”

“It’s not your fault suki”

You manage to get out.

“Maybe it’s not, but I watched everybody put you through all of that. I was just hoping you would stick up for yourself. But no I had to wait for you to reach your breaking point.”

You look up and him, and he pats his lap signalling you to come sit. And You go over and settle on his lap.

“ next time those damn extras try something with you they will get an earful I promise”

You let a giggle and snuggle into his neck. Bakugo melts into your touch, kissing your forehead.

You guys spend the rest of the night cuddling until each of you fell asleep.

And Bakugo kept his word because the next time kirishima tried to ask for a favour-

Boy did he get an earful alright.

“ LEAVE HER ALONE YOU STUPID IDIOT NOBDOY WANTS TO HELP YOUR DUMBASS MAYBE TRY STUDYING FOR ONCE????”

And before he could finish his crash out you grab his arm giggling telling him that was enough.

But you loved it. You loved him. And you knew he loved you too.

A/N HEYYYY GUYSSS THIS IS MY FIRST FIC DO WE LIKEEEE???? Any ideas let me know please.

[dorabellingham]

Long distance

warning: none

characters: jude x reader

summary: when your long-distance relationship is going through a turbulent time, but you do everything to understand each other

request: yes!

may contain spelling and translation errors!

The months passed quickly, and despite the distance, you and Jude tried to stay connected. He was in Madrid, living the peak of his career, with intense training, games and constant travel, while you, in another country, focused on your college year. The distance was testing your limits, but so far, you seemed to be able to keep the flame alive. However, there were times, like this one, when you felt that something wasn't right.

It was a cold Thursday night, and you were at home, after another long week of studies and commitments. You looked at your phone, checking if you had any messages from Jude. You saw that he had sent you a good night message, as he always did when you weren't talking in person, but when you opened the screen, you saw that he was busy with something and couldn't answer at those times. It was something common, but that night, a feeling of emptiness hit you even harder. You tried to be understanding. You knew that Jude was at a decisive moment in his career and that football demanded a lot of his time. However, you couldn’t help but feel alone. The long-distance relationship was getting hard to sustain. You always tried your best to be patient, but you also had your own emotional needs, and as much as you loved your boyfriend, you couldn’t hide the fact that you were feeling neglected. That night, instead of just texting him that you were fine, you sat on your bed and decided to write something more sincere. You knew you had to be honest with him, no matter how hard it was.

"Jude, I know you’re super busy and I don’t want to be a burden, but… sometimes I feel like you’re so distant. Not physically, of course, but emotionally. I understand how much football takes out of you, but I also need you here, you know? And there are days when I really feel like I’m doing this all by myself. I don’t want to be demanding, but can you help me understand what’s going on? I just don’t want to feel invisible.”

You hesitated a little before hitting send, but you knew you had to say it. You didn’t want the frustration to build up to the point where it could harm their relationship. Instead, you preferred to get things sorted out while there was still time.

A few minutes later, your phone vibrated. It was a text from Jude.

“Sweetie, I’m sorry if I left you feeling this way. I really didn’t mean to. You know how grateful I am for everything you’ve done for us. I can’t deny that I’m completely focused on my work, but that will never be more important than you. I love you and I’m struggling to find balance. I want you to know that I need you here too, more than you know. Let’s talk about this when you can.”

You felt an immediate sense of relief. You knew he wasn’t trying to push you away, but the feeling of being neglected hurt you deeply. You took a deep breath and sent a reply.

“I love you, Jude. I know it’s hard for you too, and I don’t mean to be selfish. Just… please don’t make me feel like I’m an option when you already have so much going on. I just need to know that I’m still important to you, even with all this crazy schedule you have.”

Your phone vibrated again.

“You’ll always be my priority, Y/n. I’m just trying to organize myself so that we can be together as much as possible. I don’t want you to feel that way, no way. Let’s figure it out. Give me some time and we’ll plan something together, something just for us, so you can see how important you are to me. I promise I’ll try to make this easier for you. I’m not going to give up on us.”

You smiled, feeling a soft relief this time. You knew that, despite the distance and the challenges, the love between you were still strong. You were still learning to deal with the situation, and that was something natural, something that many long-distance relationships face.

A few hours later, you finally received a call from Jude. The sound of his voice calmed you down immediately, and you closed your eyes as you listened to him speak, knowing that, despite the pressure and the distance, you still belonged together.

—Babe, I just wanted to hear from you. I was thinking about how we can improve this. Maybe I should call you more often, or even text you more when I know you need me.

You interrupted him softly, with a light laugh.

—I’m not the type of person to complain, but sometimes I feel like I’m trying too hard to be strong on my own. And yes, a more frequent message would make me feel more present. I know you’re doing your best, Jude. It’s just that sometimes the best seems so far away, darling.

Jude sighed, as if he was relieved to finally hear your truth. He could feel the weight of your words, and it touched him deeply.

—I understand. And I’m going to do it. I’m going to be more present. Because you deserve it. You deserve to know that I’m completely yours, even if the distance tries to separate us. I’m going to make things work, because you’re the most important thing in my life.

You smiled at his words. The feeling of warmth was almost instantaneous. You had had a difficult conversation, but a necessary conversation, and that was the most important thing. You didn’t want to be neglected, but you didn’t want to be selfish either. You just wanted to be with him, by his side, even if that meant you had to adjust a little.

—I love you, Jude. I’m here for you too, always. And I know that in the end, everything will work out. We’ll get through this together.

He was silent for a moment before answering.

—I love you more, babe. And I’m going to show you that I can be better for both of us.

That night, even though you were miles apart, you and Jude felt closer than ever. Your conversation was a reminder that despite the hardships of distance and Jude’s career, what really mattered was your commitment to each other. You weren’t giving up. You were simply learning to be better in your relationship, day by day.

[cheers-to-you-th]

Don't Play Games (my heart is too fragile) TEASER

Pairing: Streamer!Seungcheol x Reader

Genre: Fluff, smut !MDNI!, s2f2l (kinda)

Tags: Fluff, strangers to friends to lovers, smut, Streamer!AU, former college classmate!Seungcheol, very short period of angst, slow burn

WC (teaser): 1.3k

Final WC: 21k

Release Date: 02/02/25

Warnings: teaser-none

Full- Smut, oral (m & f receiving), unprotected sex (they’re dumb, you shouldn’t be: wrap it before you tap it), pet names (princess), bigdick!Seungcheol, praise, some angst, lmk if I missed anything

Full Story

A/N: this hasn't been proof read yet so if there's errors they'll (hopefully) be fixed when the full story is released.

Summary: Getting addicted to watching hot men play video games was definitely not on your year's bingo card. Getting addicted to watching Choi Seungcheol of all people? The idea would have been laughable.

The first time you stumbled upon Seungcheol's stream, it was an accident, a shocking one at that. It was just another boring day at work, your normal podcasts weren't doing it for you- listening about murders while writing a report on "harassment" between two employees who were simply arguing gave you some ideas that would not be very HR Manager of you- so you instead decide to go on twitch, your coworker had once told you it was perfect background noise.

You clicked on the first stream in the gaming category: Val w/coups by 'everyone_woo'. The stream had opened and the face of your old college classmate filled your screen and you nearly got whiplash from the double take you did.

Apparently the aforementioned "Coups" was the former infamous president of Chi Beta Zeta, Choi Seungcheol. It makes sense, you suppose- that they'd be friends- having been in the same frat, but the idea of shy Wonwoo from Engineering and not-so-shy Seungcheol, your fellow Communications major, was a little off-putting. That is, until you remember the other thing they had in common along with the rest of CBZ: sex.

Rumors constantly circulated: who Seungcheol brought upstairs at the last party, what girl Wonwoo was seen dragging into the supply closet near the library; although you were never a part of the rumors they spread like wildfire.

You shoved those thoughts aside as you finished the report, and when the rest of the day went by quicker than normal, you reminded yourself to thank Jeonghan later.

(And you definitely maybe went home and looked up "S.coups" on your computer before deciding his gravelly voice would be your new favorite white noise machine.)

Soon enough listening to him had become a habit; you were working? He was raging over a new fps he was trying; you were cleaning the house? He and Wonwoo were trying a new game pre-release. You needed to relieve some stress with a vibrator? Seungcheols voice filled your ears as you came.

So here you are, almost having a heart attack when you see the very same man of your dreams standing outside the apartment adjacent to yours, moving boxes in hand. Frozen, you stand there gawking looking at him. As if he can feel your gaze, Seungcheol looks over at you and raises an eyebrow in question, looking borderline nervous and irritated. It broke whatever trance you were in as you introduced yourself (trying your best not to stutter) as a former classmate.He visibly relaxed at that while his eyes lit up in recognition.

“Professor Han’s class, right? We had a study group together one time.” You nod, thinking back to how girls had glared at you during class for daring to be randomly paired with Seungcheol. The session had gone by quickly, slipping your mind until now.

“Uh, yeah, for midterms practice I think. I’m surprised you remember.” The response has a smile pulling at the corners of his (annoyingly perfect) lips.

“Hard to forget such a pretty face.”

His words cause your eyes to roll, some things never change you suppose. You hum in response, “Except when I first came up here and you looked like I had insulted your entire bloodline or something.” 

Seungcheol’s smile, you decide, is your favorite sight. His eyes crinkle at the sides, the cutest dimples form on his cheeks, when his lips curl upwards, a chuckle escaping them. “Sorry, I just thought- it doesn’t matter. It was really good seeing you again though.” A matching smile on your face, you offer to help him with any boxes but he only shakes his head.

“I was taught to never let a lady carry her own things, carrying mine? Unheard of. Although if you want to cheer me on I wouldn’t mind seeing your face more.” He winks and you just shake your head, ignoring the heat rising to your cheeks. You respond with something about outdated views before excusing yourself to the safety of your apartment, taking a deep breath to calm your racing heart.

Over the next few weeks, the two bump into each other frequently; exiting your apartments, entering the complex; each time briefly chatting before going your separate ways. Some nights you would get a notification about a stream, only to hear him talking through your bedroom wall. Part of you felt bad watching him play, guilt gnawing away at your thoughts and distracting you. 

It’s fine you tell yourself as you write the marketing team’s monthly performance report.

It’s fine you delude yourself as you hand said report to your deskmate, Minghao, to review.

It’s fi-shit you finally are snapped out of your denial when Minghao hands your report back covered in red pen marks and shame. He says your name with concern lacing his voice, “Have you been doing okay? You seem kind of… distracted and I’ve never seen this kind of work from you before.” 

You shake your head, burying your face in your hands, “Sorry Hao, it’s nothing I can’t handle.” 

He just tilts his head and tells you that, if you ever need to talk, he’s here. Normally you’d take him up on the offer- the two of you have worked together for years and it wouldn’t be the first time one of you had an issue- if it wasn’t so goddamn embarrassing. You take a deep breath and steel yourself as you weigh your options. You could either tell Seungcheol that you watch his streams or stop watching them altogether, and you sure as hell wouldn’t be inflating his ego anymore (at least that’s the reason you tell yourself, it’s definitely not that you don’t want him to feel uncomfortable around you).

The rest of the day goes by at a torturing pace, no commentary in the background to make time fly quicker. By the time you get on the bus, you’re half-asleep, until before you know it you’re full asleep, head lulled to the side, bouncing uncomfortably on the window, not that you notice. 

“..am? Ma’am this is the last stop. You need to get off now.” The driver of the bus stands in front of you while you rub the sleep out of your eyes and look around. Taking note of the darkness outside the window and unfamiliar street, you sigh and lean your head against the window again, flinching at your slightly bruised head. 

Could this day get any fucking better.

You apologize to the driver, who just looks at you with pity, and get off the bus, gauging your surroundings and sighing, breath fogging in front of you. Your bus stop is one of the last ones, meaning after a second you realize where you are and groan, pulling out your phone to call a car. Except of-fucking-course your phone is dead. It’s late, the watch on your wrist reading 11:56 (thank god at least something of yours is working) and look around one more time, hoping a taxi would drive by and save you from the cold night. Shoulders slumped in resignation, you start walking towards your apartment, it’s only a few blocks away, a maybe twenty minute walk, as long as your notoriously shitty sense of direction screws you over, which it does. By the time you reach your building you’re shivering, nose and fingers red as you reach into your bag for your keys. 

Keys.

Keys.

Keys that you remember setting on your desk at work but don’t remember picking up. You want to scream. And cry. Mostly cry, if you’re gonna be honest because now your shitty day turned into an even shittier night. Morning, you realize as your watch now reads 12:34. And you have work early tomorrow (today?) morning. A shaky laugh escapes your lips as you slump down next to the apartment complex’s glass door that seems to taunt you, as if it's rubbing in your face how close relief is and how unreachable. 

You feel your throat start to tighten and tears begin to well in your eyes.

“Y/n?”

[lucydixon]

Plug and Play pt 2.

Summary: Faust can't stop thinking about the pretty plug you surprised him with at his gig. Warning: Unprotected P in V, sex toys, dirty talk, praise kink (always)

Ever since you’d surprised Faust with your pretty little pentagram plug, he’d been unable to stop thinking about it.

Sliding into you while you were wearing it had been so fucking hot, but you were practically bedridden the following day once you woke up and really felt the damage. You could barely stand and he felt so fucking bad that he vowed to never fuck you while you were wearing it agian. 

But fuck, he wanted to. 

He wanted to so fucking bad that it wasn’t even funny, but he also didn’t want to hurt you. 

He’d flipped your skirts and dressed up a few times since, and found it wedged inside you, but he always made sure to take it out before he even thought about fucking you. 

Easing the plug out of your ass brought on a new facination with watching the way your tight hole gaped for a moment before retracting. After the first few times and a little begging on your part, he’d started replacing the plug with a couple of those long, wonderfully calloused fingers. 

There was something about being able to feel just how much your walls had to stretch to accommodate his girth, from the inside with only a thin membrane between them, that had made him cum embarassingly quickly the first time. 

It didn’t take much to convince Faust to come into the sex shop with you. After seeing the plug, he had been wondering what other kinds of things they sold. He kept looking over his shoulder to make sure nobody he knew had seen him going inside, and his cheeks were pink the whole time, but he did it. 

You’d left the store with a plug for your pussy. 

From the moment he’d seen it, all he could think about was finishing inside you and then fucking it back into you with the plug so you could walk around with it deep inside you. 

It was big enough that if you were wearing it, so long as you were wet, you’d be ready for him at any time without him having to work his way up to fucking you. 

You’d worn it to his band practice without telling him, and when he dropped one of his sticks, you bent over to pick it up, angling yourself so that only he could get a good look under your short skirt. His eyes widened slightly, and he glanced around to make sure none of his bandmates had seen before licking his lips. 

“Think you dropped this, baby.” You handed it back to him with a little smirk. 

He thought about dropping it again. 

Instead, he reached for your hand and gave you a little tug, pulling you into his lap behind the drum kit. 

“Angel.” He muttered into your ear once he had you wrapped up in his arms, straining against his jeans, “What was that?” 

“What do you mean?” You feigned innocence, leaning into him and shifting your hips slightly over the increasingly growing bulge pressing into your backside. “I was just helping.” 

“You’re killing me here.” He groaned, and you could feel the warmth of his breath against the side of your neck, sending a shudder through you. “Do you know that?” 

“How am I supposed to make it through the rest of practice when I know you’re sitting there, all ready for me?” His voice came out whiny. “Huh?” 

“At least you’ve got something to take your mind off of it,” You pouted. “I’ve gotta sit there and watch you play. Do you even know how fucking hot you look over here?” 

A soft groan fell from your lips, and Faust found it even harder not to take you right then and there. 

“It's so loud that I can feel it,” You hummed, grinding your hips down in his lap, “Vibrating right through my whole body.” 

He exhaled shakily, digging his fingers into your waist. 

“And knowing that it’s you banging on these fucking drums, making me feel good? Fuck baby, I might get off just watching you, without even having to touch myself. I’m dying over there, you know.”

He rested his forehead on your shoulder and squeezed his eyes shut in an effort to keep his composure. 

“You think you’re dying?” He groaned, burying his face in the side of your neck. “I’m really gonna need you to behave, Angel. Just for an hour.” 

You made a whining sound, but it turned into a gasp when he sank his teeth into your neck, nipping at the skin.

“Just sit there looking pretty and try not to flash anybody.” 

“Even you?” You breathed

“Especially me,” he muttered against the skin. “Then we can go home.” 

“What are we gonna do when we get home?” You smirked softly, chuckling when he nudged you to your feet and pointed to the couch as sternly as he could muster with pink cheeks and raging hard-on. 

You sighed dramatically and wandered back over to the worn couch across the studio while he kept his eyes trained on you.  

Faust could barely focus for the rest of practice. 

He kept glancing over at you, and the look of what must’ve been a combination of adoration and pure lust on your face. Every time he looked at you, you felt your walls clench around the plug, and you had to squeeze your legs together. 

You were practically panting by the time that they were finished after essentially edging yourself for the last hour.

You didn’t stand up while the rest of the boys packed up their stuff, a little scared that you wouldn’t be able to without letting a moan slip past your lips. So, you stayed on the couch and nodded politely to them as they said their goodbyes until it was just you and Faust left in the studio, stuck in your seats due to your very obvious arousal. 

The second the door slammed shut, you whimpered, and Faust shot to his feet. 

He crossed the room in three easy strides and threw himself onto the couch, sweeping you into his lap the second he was down. 

Your lips collided brutally, frantic after having gotten so worked up. 

“Fuck, Angel,” he gasped into your mouth, clawing at your shirt, trying to get it over your head before shrugging his off and tossing them both on the ground so he could pull you flush against him. “So good for me. Sat real pretty- Fuck-” 

“I need you so fucking bad.” You whined, trying desperately to undo his belt buckle “baby I’m so fucking close it’s not even funny.”

He groaned, very much sure he was only going to last a couple of minutes, and threw you down on the couch, onto your back, so he could scramble to get his pants off. 

“Take it out.” He muttered, standing on shaky legs with his belt in his hands, frantically trying to get his jeans unbuttoned. 

You reached between your legs and not-so-gently pulled the plug from your pulsating hole. You hissed, writhing on the couch

“Good girl,” he breathed. 

He could see the rush of fluid spill out of you and just about came then and there. 

Finally, he got his pants off, and you were quick to pull him down and straddle him, so desperate to have him inside you that you could feel tears welling up in your eyes as you lined him up with your entrance and impaled yourself on his weeping cock. 

You both gasped, unprepared for just how good it felt to feel your sopping cunt swallowing his length. 

You were shaking, trying to force as much of it as you possibly could inside you, but he bottomed out with a couple of inches to spare.

You both sat there for a full minute, breathing raggedly and clinging to one another.

He could already feel you fluttering around him, sure that you were just a few quick thrusts away from crashing over the edge. 

“Shit, Angel.” He muttered shakily, looking up at you through hooded eyes, fingers digging into your hips as he fought not to rut into you from below. “Feel so fucking good. Taking so much of me like a good girl.”

A breathy moan spilled out of your mouth once the praise registered, and you struggled to hold his stare, vibrating with need. 

“I need-” You started, but whimpered when his hips bucked up into you, throwing your head back “Fuck!” 

“I know.” He cooed “all ready to cum, aren’t you, Angel?” 

You nodded your head frantically, writhing in his lap. 

He used his grip on your hips to lift you off of him a little before dropping you back down, stopping before he could hurt you. 

You immediately started panting, chest heaving desperately as you rocked your hips. 

“That’s it.” Faust shuddered at the feeling, so close to losing himself in the moment, but dead set on making sure you came first. “Fuck-you’re so hot-” 

He cut himself off with a groan, holding your hips up so he could fuck into you from below, doing all he could not to slam right into you, burying himself to the hilt. 

The second he had a rhythm going, you were done for. 

There was no warning. 

No increase in pitch or frequency to your already frantic gasps and moans. 

Just you, clamping down around him, convulsing while his name tore its way out of your throat loudly. 

Faust lost all sense of control and started rutting into you, hissing curse words into your shoulder in his native tongue, eyes screwed shut in complete bliss. 

“Oh, Angel.” He gasped, dropping you down as far as he could get you, pressing into you from below, “I love you, I-fuck-” 

You could feel the ropes of cum painting your insides and moaned lowly, slumping over in his arms, completely spent while he sloppily fucked you through his orgasm, gasping and whimpering until he slowed to a stop. 

He clutched your tired body to his heaving chest, muttering into your hair that you’d done so well and that he loved you while blindly patting the couch next to him in search of the plug. 

When his fingers wrapped around it, he carefully maneuvered you onto your back, still buried inside you. 

You looked up at him and the clear look asking for permission, and had to laugh softly before nodding. 

He slowly pulled his softening cock from your aching cunt and sat back on his heels, watching with great interest as his seed slowly seeped out of you. Before it could get too far, Faust gently eased the plug into you with a satisfying pop.

You gasped at the feeling, and he looked down at you with concern. 

“I’m fine.” You waved him off and sat up carefully. “Just a little sensitive.” 

“You sure?” He frowned, brushing your hair out of your face gently before cupping the side of your face with his hand. 

You nodded, and he seemed to relax a little. 

“I’ll run you a bath when we get home,” Faust muttered as he helped you get your shirt back on. “I got more of the bubble stuff you like at the store yesterday.” 

You were both very much aware that you were capable of dressing yourself, but he liked to help, and you couldn’t deny how nice it felt to be dotted on after a particularly intense round of lovemaking. 

You smiled up at him sweetly and pressed your lips to his, wrapping your arms around him. 

“I love you,” you muttered into his shoulder, “You big softy.” 

“I love you too, Angel.” He breathed, always caught off guard, no matter how many times you’d said it, and rested his chin on top of your head, smiling goofily to himself. “More than anything.” 

Dividers made by @saradika-graphics

[caitchercatlady]

Sleeping Over at Ramshackle w/Rook

Having Rook to use you as his inspiration for a class project seems to be the most dubious thing you've ever heard of. Now that you think of it, anything Rook asks of you seems dubious enough. As weird as the request and excuse are, it is the most in character for Rook, and you can’t think of any reason to say, “No.” It’s only for one evening after all.

That doesn’t mean you have to like it. You expect Rook to be walking around with a small notepad, taking notes of your evening routine. Instead, Rook is attached to you like a puppy brought into his forever home. Your suspicions have shown themselves in the brightest light.

He’s watched you have the dinner that you manage to split between the two of you. He’s watched you clean the dishes by hand (complimenting your hands in the process). It’s when you go upstairs to prep for your shower when you point out the habit within his assignment progress.

“ ‘Tis a photographic memory thing, dear Trickster. I shall put it all together once we depart for bed.”

“If you say so,” you reply. “Just one question. You have no intentions of watching me shower and dress myself, do you?”

“Mes Sept, non! I already have those as the entracte of the assignment.”

“I’ll take your word for it, Rook, but don’t abuse it.”

“You have my word, Trickster.”

Much to Rook’s credit, he keeps it. What you don’t expect is for him to prepare his own guest room instead of you. You feel bad having him do the work. Although his pajamas give you the first smile of the night.

“Non, non, non. My homework is to see your usual routine. Unless you have these overnight rendezvous with friends everyday…”

Rook’s got a point there. You thank him anyway.

The assignment continues as you do your hair brushing and face washing next. Then, you spend a good half hour finishing your homework for class on Monday. All of this is normal enough for Rook not to ask questions.

He starts talking more than the usual when you set your bedroom for sleep. Rook doesn’t ask about your bed, your uniform, your school supplies, nor how you set up your vanity, but rather…

“This light fixture you possess has wondrous design.”

“Thanks. Found it in the attic.”

“It appears it’s used for night purposes?”

“Yeah, so?”

My curiosity is wondering why.”

“Is that gonna be important for your paper?”

“It will add an intéressant detail to the assignment, most certainly.”

“Then, it’s none of your business.”

Rook is taken aback by your harsh statement. He fails to understand what the issue is.

You try to turn on your night light, but it fails to flicker. “Light bulb is busted,” you frustratedly mutter. “I gotta search the broom closet,” you tell Rook as you pardon yourself.

On your way down the stairs, you turn on every light in the path to the downstairs closet. You fetch a new bulb from the closet’s middle shelf. On your way back up, you make sure to shut off each light behind you as you return to your room. Once  you replace the bulb, the problem is solved.

“You’re scared of the dark.” Rook’s statement is not a question.

“I beg your pardon?” you ask.

“You are afraid of the darkness.”

“I’m not six.”

“I didn’t say that. I felt your trembling vibrations when you left. Everyone has a tremble for something. Darkness is yours.”

You throw your hands. “Fine, you got me, but I don’t want you publishing that.”

“I wouldn’t dare to dream of putting you in such a predicament. You have my word.”

Full of shame, you go to bed and hide under the covers.

“Trickster, if you will allow me to ask, is there anything you want me to do?”

You peek out, eyes glistening. “What I want is to be less pathetic.”

Rook cups his mouth. “Mes Sept, you are none of the sort. You are human, as most of us are. Fear is not something to be ashamed of. It can be assisted, of course.”

“Hence this light.” You put at the small lamp. “I hate looking at it sometimes, but if I don’t use it, I can’t sleep.”

“I have une idée to fix that.”

You wonder how. Rook has you turn off the night light first. It’s only dark for a split second when a tiny spark of light magic emulates from Rook’s finger. He explains to you that he will have the light hanging int he room as the two of you fall asleep. Then, when you are in deep sleep, the light will dissipate by morning. You suppose you could give it a try. What exactly do you have to lose?

As said before, Rook leaves the small ball of light in the air. You watch it flat there, a soft delight embracing you. Rook takes to your side as you slowly but sure drift off to dreamland.

How beautiful indeed.

[artemistorm]

Sicktember day 17: Brain fog/spaced out (Wind)

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“Let’s take a break,” Time called.

“Finally,” Four groaned and flopped onto the ground. Sky sat down heavily beside him. Legend and Time quietly stepped off the road on opposite sides to use the latrine—or la-tree-n as Warriors liked to call it.

Wind sat on the ground. He was tired. Tired-er than usual. Exhausted even. He just wanted the day’s trek to be over with. Wind took a drink from his waterskin; the water felt unexpectedly icy in his throat and he flinched in surprise.

“How much farther are we going?” Twilight asked.

“I dunno,” Warriors answered. “Until the Old Man is happy with the distance we’ve traveled. I can’t imagine we’ll go too much farther, we had an early start. We’ll ask him once he gets back.”

“I’m okay to keep going!” Hyrule said cheerfully.

“Do you ever run out of energy?” Sky laughed.

“Him and Wild, our little rangers,” Warriors said.

Wind crawled so that he was in the sun—the shade was too cold for him. He lay down and stretched long.

“You’re like a cat,” Twilight said with a grin.

“Meow!” Wind replied. He crossed his legs and draped an arm over him eyes, blocking out the sun. The conversation around him faded into an indiscriminate droning, he began to doze. It felt like only a few seconds had passed when Time’s voice jolted him awake.

“Alright, is everyone ready? Let’s go.”

Wind groaned to himself. He was just getting comfortable! He sat up and then stood up. Time passed and he realized belatedly that he was just standing there staring at the ground. He rubbed his eyes. He must not be fully awake yet. Why was he so tired? Why was he so foggy?

And then suddenly, the ground became the sky. Brown faded into blue, so bright it hurt his eyes, and he squinted, eyes watering.

Suddenly, Sky was there. Wind? He mouthed.

“Wh… why is…” Wind started. Why is Sky laying on the sky? Why is the world upside down? Why is Sky flying? He knew none of those questions made sense. The world didn’t make sense.

“—onfused, give him—” As the buzzing in Wind’s ears faded, he heard Sky’s voice.

Why did his head hurt? Why did he feel like he was made of bees? Buzzing and vibrating under his skin.

Something grabbed his ankles, startling him. His heart leapt with fear as his brain screamed something about monsters trying to drag him off. Wind looked down but instead of monsters, it was Wild. He held Wind’s feet up and then sat cross-legged under them, resting Wind’s feet in his lap. Why would he do that?

A hand on his face, on his forehead. If felt cool. It was nice. But all too quickly, the hand left.

“Hey Wind, you with us yet?” Warriors asked, kneeling next to him. When did Sky leave? When had Warriors arrived?

“Hi,” Wind answered.

“How are you feeling, buddy?”

Buddy. Being called buddy annoyed Wind an inordinate amount. He wasn’t a little kid! But Wind swallowed the biting replies that bubbled up within him.

“Gross,” he said. He was nauseous, his heart raced, and he felt weak.

“You fainted. You’re sick. You’re running a fever.”

“Oh… that explains things,” Wind admitted.

“Just take it easy and rest here. We’re going to stop traveling for the day,” Sky said. “Some of us are going to work together to try and cook up some medicine for you.”

“Whatever,” Wind murmured. It wasn’t his problem. He had no interest in being vertical or doing anything at all. He didn’t care what any of the other heroes did.

Four draped a blanket over him and he closed his eyes again. Finally, Wind was allowed to nap.

[the1975attheirverybest]

Education

Lesson #4: A Visceral Introduction To Kink (Part 2/2)

Read pt 1 here.

Warnings: Smut.

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Amelia stared at the carnage at her feet, huffing in frustration and falling to her knees. He floor was covered in bras. casual, lacy, intricate and complicated, push-up, plain, barely-there strongly holding on to dear life. None of them felt right. She felt around the various options for her phone, finding it in the heavily padded right cup of one of her newer bras. The screen lit up as she picked it up. Matty had responded.

She smiled at his answer. At least she wasn't the only one who was taking this whole thing seriously. The thought made her feel slightly better. She knew, ultimately, the style of bra wasn't going to be the determining factor in how her first real kink experience would go. And, every time that she'd slept with Matty until now had been spontaneous and unplanned. So he's seen her ratty, everyday underwear countless times. So, dressing up tonight would defeat the purpose.

In fact, the whole point of tonight was to eliminate any anxiety. They'd built up to it for days. Matty was adamant that they don't dive in head first despite her repeated, enthusiastic begging. Something about it being too unpredictable for her body to handle. So, he'd tied her up one night and refused to include any more new surprises. The next night, they'd messed around with a vibrator, a few days later, he's held her down and left her with a few bruises to remember him by. But tonight? tonight was going to be the deep dive. Anything that she'd liked was a possibility. The night could take them anywhere. Finally.

***

Matty opened his fridge for the millionth time that day. looking for appropriate snacks options. He wondered why he kept looking; it's not like food was going to magically materialize in his fridge without him doing anything about it. He felt his phone buzz in the pocket of his joggers. Amelia had been trying to convince him to come over instead. But the snacks were key. He can't control the snacks at her place. He read her message, his lips tilting into a lopsided smile as he replied.

He desperately needed to go food shopping.

***

“So, is this, like, the test part? Of the whole kink thing?”

“Not if I’m doing m’ job right.”

She giggled, but Matty could tell that it was a nervous laugh. 

“No testing here. Cuz we’re on the same side.” He walked towards her, slowly, as he spoke, his hands finding her hips and pulling her into him. “I don’t expect certain responses or behaviors from you. Just- wanna make you feel good.”

He’d fixed her hip against his, her face was inches away from his own, she could feel his breath against her skin as he mentioned her pleasure, his eyes looking directly into hers, dark with desire. He’d barely touched her and her body already felt on fire.

He leaned in to close the remaining space between their lips; she closed her eyes; ready to feel him, but she only heard “you remember what we said about safe words?”

Reluctantly, she opened her eyes again. “mhm.” too afraid to speak and give away her neediness.

“Let me hear it, then.”

Amelia stuttered for a moment, his brown eyes distracting her. “‘red’ is for stop everything immediately…’Yellow’ for slow down and check in’ She was panting, already out of breath. “And- umm…’Green’ for keep going. I thought you said this wasn’t a tes-“

Matty cut her off with an urgent kiss. Her eyes fluttering shut, her hands clutching the fabric at the sides of his t shirt.

She felt the loss of his touch desperately when he pulled away. His lips puffed and glossy.

“Been lookin’ forward to this all week.” he confessed, unabashedly. “It’s taking every ounce of self-control in me not to tear those clothes off your body right now.”

“do it” she responded a little too quickly. “Please, Matty, do it.”

“We haven’t even started yet and you’re already begging. this is gonna be fun.” He grinned, reaching for her top and tearing it in half. She flinched, reflexively, at first, then forced herself to be still for him, sliding the fabric off her back. With one swift pull, Matty yanked down her skirt, letting it fall at her feet. He stepped back taking in the sight of her, standing in front of him, in a matching set of lace. He was silent for a long beat, his eyes drinking in every inch of her body with a smile on his face.

“S-sorry, too much?” she blushed, looking down at herself.

Matty shook his head instantly. “Perfect…Just perfect.”

His hand reached between her legs, stroking the fabric at her center, grinning when he sensed her lean into his touch. He used the texture of the fabric to his advantage rubbing the lace of her underwear into her skin, creating friction, and moving in the slow half circle pattern that he’d come to realize she liked best. An involuntary moan left her lips, “Matty- I-“ she leaned forward, resting her whole body against his arms as his finger worked her. The sound of her heavy breathing filled the room. She felt heavier as he limbs trembled and she relied on Matty’s body to hold her up. 

“You’re getting wet.” Matty simply stated, a hint of a smile in his voice. 

“I- it feels so good. Think I’m gonna cum…” she mumbled, hardly hearing herself. 

“Not yet” his fingers came to a complete stop, “it’s too early for that,” slowly propping her back up on shaky legs before he carried her off the ground and tossed her onto the bed. 

***

Amelia felt unnervingly exposed as she lay there. Spread-eagle- tied to the bed, completely naked, with Matty standing by the bed, towering over her. She had nowhere to look but directly into his eyes, and it scared her that she felt foggy-headed. He could do whatever he wanted to her right now. And she wanted him to. Was it complete surrender? Trust? Whatever it was made her mind slow down. 

Matty smiled down at her, his face framed by the curls of his hair giving her butterflies. “Test those ropes for me, baby.” She bit her lower lip at the affectionate expression, doing as he’d told her and tugging against the restraints. 

“Good. Do they feel too tight on your wrists, though?”

She shook her head. 

“Speak.” He chastised her. His firm tone making her mind rush with anxiety. She didn’t want to upset him. She wanted to do whatever he liked exactly as he liked it. That desire, alone, shocked and confused her. She’d never been a particularly subservient person. And she’s far too stubborn to take direction from anyone. Yet, here she was, desperate to be exactly who he wanted. “S-sorry, umm… no. They feel okay on my wrists.”

Matty smiled, relieved. “Color?”

“Green.”

Hearing her go-ahead, he turned to the nightstand that he’d had the foresight to prepare in advance and surveyed his options. What was he in the mood to do to her tonight? His hand hovered over a few toys as he considered each one. Eventually, he chose the riding crop, grinning to himself. 

Amelia attempted to clench as the crop came into view, but the ropes holding her legs apart reminded her how helpless she was. 

“Fuck.” She whispered. 

Matty kept a straight face, but internally, he was thrilled with her nervousness. 

With an air of nonchalance that he’d painstakingly perfected, he brought the toy closer to her body, never quite letting it touch her. He waved it just over her breasts for a bit, moving it back and forth as if he was warming up to hitting her nipples. Every time, she clutched, and every time, he didn’t end up hitting her. A lazy smile gradually grew onto his face the longer he toyed with her expectations. Finally, he raise his hand up, the crop whip-cracked in the air, the sound sending chills through her body. She yelped, shocked, when the crop gently tapped her instead of hitting hard, and Matty sneered with glee. He’d tricked her again. 

“This is gonna be fun!” He said. “Well- for me, anyway.”

She rolled her eyes at him and he brought the crop over to her cheek, caressing it gently with the leather tip. “Don’t you roll your eyes at me, my dear. I can make you regret it.” He slapped her with the leather, as if to demonstrate. 

She whined, the pain stinging and, no doubt, leaving a red mark.

Matty dragged the crop down her body, from her neck, to between her breasts, stroking her torso, and pausing at her hips. “Hmmm, where shall we start? Maybe here.” He hit her under her right breast. 

“Ouch!”

“Or here.” Matty repeated the motion on the other side. “Or maybe your stomach.”

“Ahhh- ouch.”

Picking up speed, he left a a series of stinging hits all over her mid section, sometimes changing up his pace, or hitting the same spot twice, to keep things unpredictable. She jolted each time, her head moving left and right as she attempted to squirm away, to no avail. 

Suddenly, the onslaught stopped. She panted, breathless and still feeling the sting all over her skin. Then, sadistically, Matty began to reign down the same hits to the center of her cunt. 

“No, no! Please- Matty! It-“ she groaned “hurts- so- much.”

Her pleas only seemed to excite him, she caught him smiling as he watched the soft, sensitive skin of her center turn read. Then, she saw him frown as he paused to examine the tip of his crop. “It’s wet.” He muttered. “You’re wet! You little whore. You liked it!”  He exclaimed, hitting her, a bit harder now, over and over. 

Her face fully read, she squeezed her eyes shut, the only way to avoid his gaze. This was way too humiliating. 

“No, no, I- I’m not. I don’t.”

“You can whine and deny it all you want, sweetheart your body can’t keep secrets, you’re wet and I can see it from here.”

Matty dialed down the speed considerably until he was just lightly tapping her rhythmically. “Go on, darlin,’ you like it so much? Hump it. Make yourself cum.”

“W-what!” She stared at him, wide-eyed in shock. “I- can’t!”

“Wasn’t asking. I said do it.”

She hated that he was right. The repeated rhythms, the occasional stroking of her puffy and bruised clit, the cyclical motions he knows she loves…the pain was deliciously combining with pleasure, and if she let herself, he might actually cum. 

Patiently, Matty simply watched as she slowly got worked up. The pain dulling eventually and allowing her to feel the pleasure, her hips began to thrust up against the crop as it met her skin, moans leaving her lips and she attempted to beg incoherently. “God- plea- so…good. I’m gonna- please-“

“Go on, honey. Cum for me.”

She attempted to choke out a “thank you,” but her own cries of pleasure interrupted her. Her brows furrowed, eyes rolling back, head straining against the pillow as she trembled from head to toes, screaming out for him.  

Amelia’s vision felt spotty with white dots everywhere, ears ringing as she tried to catch her breath. But before the aftershocks had died down, Matty tossed the crop to the floor and jumped into the bed grabbing her legs and pushing a finger into her. 

“You’re gonna do it again. Cum again when you’re ready.”

“I can’t! I can’t! I can-“

“Shut up. Do it.”

She panicked. She was far too sensitive before they’d even started, thanks to his teasing. And now, she was exhausted, the previous orgasm had taken it out of her. But the feeling of Matty’s touch, his undeniable tone, and his eyes piercing through the fog in her brain were driving her crazy. Soon enough, he hit just the right spot inside of her and another wave of pleasure ripped through her.

“Oh my god!!! Matty! I’m gonna-“ her mouth hung open in a silent cream, toes curling into the mattress. Her hands, on opposite ends of the bed, balled into fists, her nails digging into the skin of her palms. 

Matty had watched, mesmerized. Silent and smiling. He was no longer able to wait. He rushed to take his clothes off, pausing to kiss her forehead and whisper in her ear as she struggled for breath. “Good girl.”

Undressed and feeling around for the condom packet he’d set aside, he took a moment to brush the hair away from her damp, sweaty face and give her a gentle kiss. “Tell me your color, baby.”

When she didn’t respond right away, Matty began to worry. “Amelia, are you with me? I need to hear you, darling.”

He heard a small, high pitched, “Matty?” And rushed to hover over her. 

“Yeah? You alright? D-do you- how do you feel?”

“Floaty.”

Matty nodded, realizing what’d happened. They’re talked about subspace. But she’d never experienced it before and it didn’t occur to him that she would tonight. Maybe he’d pushed her too far? Maybe he should’ve slowed down? With significant effort, he pushed his concerns aside to reassure her.

“It’s okay, babe. It’s normal. Remember how we talked about it? How you might feel that way if things get too intense?”

Amelia nodded, staring up at the ceiling.

“You wanna stop?”

“No! No please I need you. Please, Matty, please. I- I need to be- I don’t know how to say how I feel, it’s just….”

Matty smiled, knowing exactly what she meant. “Okay, okay. I hear you. It’s alright. I get how you feel. You don’t need to say a word. Been there myself. Why don’t you take a breath, calm down. And then we’ll continue. Hmm?”

***

“You did so good for me, honey.” Matty whispered into the skin of her stomach before kissing it. “Felt so good. Really needed that release just now, too.” He giggled. 

He was mostly speaking to keep her engaged and help her calm down, but he wasn’t lying. He did need that orgasm, too. “Gonna pull out now, okay?”

Slowly, he got up and off of her, crawling into the empty spot next to her and laying on his side, propping his head up on his elbow, looking at her cautiously. “Amelia, darlin, can you hear me?”

Her hoarse voice sounded a “yes.” Relief washing over him. “Good.” He gave her a chaste kiss on the cheek. “Mind if I run into the bathroom real quick?”

She shook her head. 

***

Matty looked himself in the mirror, leaning into the bathroom sink and actively trying to slow down his own breathing. He told himself that what he was feeling was normal. Dom drop is a real thing. Feeling protective is to be expected. He’s felt it before. Just because he can’t remember when that was, doesn’t mean it hasn’t happened before. Besides, she’s his friend. Someone he actually cares about. Not a one night stand he met at a bar. It’s only natural to care about her well-being. 

He rubbed his eyes with the bottom of his palms and shook the thoughts away. Re-focusing himself. Washcloth. He needs a wet washcloth and some cleaning supplies to help clean her up. No time to think about feelings right now. 

***

“We’ll take a bath in a bit, but for now, I need you to put this on.” He fluffed up pillows he’d propped behind her back for the millionth time as he offered her one of his graphic tees. “Let me help.” He unfolded the t shirt and pulled it over her body, helping her find the arms and gently pull them in. 

“You don’t have to do all this, honestly, I’m starting to feel like myself a bit.”

He simply responded with a shake of the head and a firm, “Aftercare” before walking out of the room. 

Not that he needed to say any more. They’d been over this a million times. But, as Amelia was quickly learning, it was one thing to discuss and negotiate things, and it was another thing entirely to experience them. 

Soon, Matty had returned to her side, with a tray full of assorted snacks and drinks, reminding her that after an intensely physical experience, her brain is currently marinating in all sorts of hormones and her body is going to need the energy to replenish what it has lost. She groaned and made a joke about him being an overbearing buzzkill but followed his instructions anyway.

***

Amelia had tossed and turned all night. If George’s warnings planted seeds of doubt, then the other night with Matty did nothing to help. In fact, she’s more confused now than she’s ever been. His protective eyes, his comforting touch, his fussing and worrying over her all night…none of it help to clarify things. She needed an alternative method. A way of identifying her feelings by comparing them against something. Which is how she had, embarrassingly, found herself bristling and cringing as she scrolled through a dating app. She wrote up a standard “saw this pic and think you’re cute. Where was it taken?” Initiation message and sent it to several of her matches, hoping that someone would take the bait. Instantly, she closed the app, burying her phone deep under her pillows in shame.

***

“You look like shit.” George observed, handing Matty a cup of coffee and walking across the dressing room to make one for himself. 

“Didn’t get much sleep last night.” Matty took a sip of his drink, burning his lips and wincing.

“So, who was it this time? Only fans girl? Or a repeat satisfied model from Instagram dms coming back for seconds?” George scooped some coffee grounds and poured them into the machine. 

“Ummm….no, no one actually.” Matty’s shoulders slouched. “Haven’t done that in a bit.”

“Oh?”

“Can’t be bothered.”

The steam of the coffee machine made a menacing hiss. 

“It’s Amelia, isn’t it?” George watched his friend out of the corner of his eye. 

Matty knew the guys would pick up on it eventually. He was irritated, but not surprised. Mostly, he didn’t want to have the conversation that he knew he’d just stumbled into. “No.”

George laughed mockingly, “yeah, right.” He poured himself a cup of coffee and re-joined his friend on the couch. “For what it’s worth, we all think it’s a shit idea.”

“It’s not like….it’s anything serious. Just sex.”

George said nothing. Simply stared into Matty’s eyes as he sipped luxuriously on his coffee. 

“What?” Matty’s high pitched squeak was louder than he’d intended. 

“ I haven’t said a word.”

“She’s…. My best friend. She’s Mia. She…needed some help-“

George chortled, “and you’re the most helpful guy in the world.”

“Oh, piss off, George!” Matty waved his friend off dismissively, staring down into his drink to avoid having to look at George. His mind mulling it over and unable to stand the accusation, he spoke again. “And- what about it? We’re both adults. We both want this.”

“Mate, you just called her ‘Mia.’” George stated. 

Marry frowned. “Problem?”

“The last time you called her that? 8 years ago when you’d shamelessly flirt with her all the time and then tease her for getting flustered.”

Matty looked away quickly, turning to the side and feeling stiff. 

“You tried to play it off like it was….some joke. You were obsessed with her. Every girl you met wanted you. She didn’t.”

George’s terse recap of the painful history between them stung. Matty didn’t need a reminder. He’d never forgotten. 

“I’m being a friend, Matty, you know it. For what it’s worth, though, I don’t think she knew. Back then, I mean. You were so mean about it. And, you’d flirt with her then get off with other girls, so, I think she just thought you were messing about.” 

Matty finally turned back towards George, looking at him with raised eyebrows. 

“You seem to be doing the same things now. Might wanna ask yourself why.”

[teecupangel]

Catboy nonny with a message.

Master and kitten dynamic AltDes complete with collar

Edit: I forgot to include this ask in this one as well TTATT

The catboy!Desmond ask, the Desmond hates baths sequel, additional ideas of catboy!Desmond, catboy Desmond with a cat bell and the “How did Desmond get his bell?” idea for those unfamiliar with it. The above is more or less EziDes so we’re going to focus on an AltDes version for this one.

I don’t know how graphic this could be considered so I’m just gonna hide it here just to be sure.

There were many incidents that could be filed to the mental folder called ‘things Desmond Miles is embarrassed remembering’.

Hell.

It’s actually more accurate to call it a large hole though than just a folder.

There were too many things Desmond didn’t want to remember because of how embarrassing they had been.

This current situation…

… was definitely high up there.

“You’ve been working hard today, haven’t you, my Desmond?”

Desmond couldn’t even answer Altaïr, his entire body having turned to putty already. His entire body continued to vibrate, a distinct purring sound leaving his lips as he tilted his head. He shivered as he felt Altaïr’s hand caress the side of his neck, slowly making its way towards his chin.

His entire face felt hot.

His body trembled.

His lips parted, letting out a soft gasp that was quickly drowned at by the embarrassing sounds more feline than human that left his lips.

Above him, Altaïr’s lips curved into a small smile.

“How should I reward you today…” Altaïr mused as his fingers moved lower. Desmond arched his back when he felt Altaïr’s fingers caressed his Adam’s Apple before his point finger curled around the padded collar around his neck.

“Maybe we should play for a bit?” Altaïr asked and Desmond’s ears twitched, a surprised gasp leaving his lips when he felt Altaïr tug his collar.

“Maybe you should do that in your room instead of your office?”

Desmond jumped off the table and hid underneath, ears flattening against his head as his entire face turned red.

“Malik.” Altaïr greeted as he sat back on his chair, casually rearranging the papers and scrolls that have been pushed aside earlier.

“Mentor.” Only Malik would be able to add so much disappointment in one word and Desmond’s tail curled around his leg as he was left mortified by being seen in such a state.

Sure, they still had their clothes on but there was no way anyone would have mistaken what they were doing.

Desmond didn’t even know he could freaking purr of all things!

Oh god.

Altaïr was going to use this to his advantage.

Desmond just-

Desmond’s breath hitched, his legs instinctively opening at the feeling of Altaïr’s boot pressing against his groin.

“The Rafiq of Acre sent an urgent message.” Malik started and Desmond covered his mouth with both of his hands to try and muffle his purring as Altaïr kept a steady pressure between his legs, “There have been signs of strange crusader activities in Acre. None of the informants seemed to know what’s happening-”

Unable to stop himself, Desmond began to rut against Altaïr’s boot, tears forming in his eyes.

Malik paused for a moment before sighing as he reminded them with gritted teeth, “I can still see you, Desmond. The desk doesn’t have a cover.”

Desmond froze for a moment, the heat of his body turning cold from embarrassment.

“I will allow you to watch, Malik.” Altaïr said as he pushed his boot against Desmond’s crotch, making Desmond let out a small squeaky sound that surprised Desmond himself, “But only watch.”

“Thank you but no thank you. Just…” Malik rubbed the side of his head as he said with gritted teeth, “Do your job, Altaïr.”

“I am doing my job.” Altaïr replied calmly, “Both as a mentor and…

“As a master.”

[escapingrealtiylovinginsanity]

Rewind, Remix, & Replay Jay & Kim 5x16 NSFW

You can read the rest of the series here

There is mature content at the end of this chapter- completely filthy smut actually. My mind completely ran away with it. But here we go, the platonic friends area finally ends. I’m so excited to write for the rest of the season.

The team had only been back in the office for a few minutes when Trudy had shown up. There were a few cuts on her face, and she looked more shaken up than anyone had ever seen her. Kim was already starting to take a step towards her, and inquiry about how she was doing formed on her lips when Trudy spoke, “If one more person asks me if I’m okay, they will not be okay. I just want to help.”

Jay grabbed her forearm redirecting her a few paces back. Kim glanced over at him like she wanted to object but his look quieted her and instead, she leaned against his desk. Jay’s hand was still comfortable but directing weight on her arm just like it had been earlier in the day.

It had happened in a blur. The mailbox explodes. Kim had felt it vibrate through her entire body, leaving lasting tingles in her fingers and toes. The man had been blasted and with such a short distance there was no way that he could have survived it. The female detective’s mind was trying to process what had happened. This was the second bombing on the same day. The first one had nearly killed Trudy. Had she been sitting any closer to it, it would have.

Jay’s form filled Kim’s vision. His warm hand was wrapped around her forearm, his piercing blue gaze looking over her. “Are you okay?” His voice was rough and sharp with emotion. It sounded like irritation, but her mind supplied a different word- fear. Kim had been one of the closer people to the blast, but she hadn’t been hurt. “Kim, are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m good.” His grip lingered as he searched her body again for any injury, he may have missed the first time.

Trudy didn’t miss the silent exchange. Nothing could get past her sharp eyes. The older woman may be behind a desk now, but she had been a detective for years. And a damn good one at that. She didn’t miss things. She surely didn’t miss her protégée emerging closeness with Halstead over the last four to six months.

It wasn’t obvious like when Kim had been a green patrolman and started her relationship with Adam Ruzek. It was still innocent in a way. Trudy doubted that they had crossed any real lines yet. Jay Halstead was a step up from the men Kim tended to pick. Jay had his faults to be sure. He had wounds that hadn’t fully healed, even those that had left ugly emotional scars that were callous and abrasive. None of that took away from the man he was. He was a good cop, but it was more than that, he was also a good man.

Trudy glanced over at Kim who was exiting from intelligence. The others had already filtered out. Kim was lingering to make sure that she was okay. Trudy knew it and it warmed her heart almost as much as it irritated her. Or at least that is what she would let Kim think.

“Burgess,” Kim jumped to stand up straight. The desk Sargent was still looking down at the papers in front of her when Kim made it to the desk. Her eyes were bright with the want to help her mentor.

“Yes, Sergeant?”

“You're lingering like a lost puppy. Go,” Kim sighed trying to put a cap on her own emotions at the day and fighting her urge to needle Trudy with her help. Instead, she took one last look at the powerful woman and nodded. Kim had only taken it two steps when Trudy called for her again, her finger crooked in a gesture for her to come closer back. “You and Halstead have gotten pretty close.” Kim scrambled to find the right words. Trudy cut her blabbering off almost immediately by saying her last name again forcefully. “You know how I told you that I used to be quite an eater at the precinct when I started out? If a man looked at me the way that Halstead looked at you today, I wouldn’t hesitate. You only live once Burgess, might as well enjoy it.” Trudy eyes raised and her piercing stare locked with Kim’s eyes.

XXX

Kim’s heart was pounding as she waited in the hall. Her brain raced through hundreds of scenarios. Jay opens the door looking only mildly surprised to see her. She hadn’t called or texted to give him a heads-up that she was coming. She hadn’t wanted to lose her nerve. Jay was shirtless, his gray sweatpants strung low on his hips. Kim tried and failed to keep her eyes on his face.

Kim had always known that Jay Halstead was a good-looking man. She would have to be blind not to notice. But he had always been filed tidily in the friend zone. Things had been shifting over the last few months. They had been spending time together. They had talked more than ever in the five years she had known him. She had got to experience his sarcasm and sass on a new level and up close and personal.

Then there was the physical aspect of it. Kim had cuddled with her male friends before- mostly Kevin. It was nowhere near the level that she had with Jay. They had been toeing a line for a while now. Her feelings and his position in the friend zone had been blurring around the edges for the last few months.

Jay quirks an eyebrow at her, “Did you want to come in or-” Kim still thrumming with adrenaline pushes up on her toes pressing a soft but firm kiss on the lips. She pulls back searching his face anxiety squeezing her throat. Jay blinks, “Or you could do that.” Kim opens her mouth to say something- apologies maybe.

Jay’s hand cups her cheek pulling her into a feverous kiss. Kim arches into him stepping into the warmth of his body. Fire alights in her stomach and pulses through her body. Kim opens her mouth nibbling at Jay’s lower lip. He groans dominating the kiss as he forces her into the apartment, slamming her against the door as it closes. His hands grip her thighs and she jumps wrapping her legs around his waist.

She rocks deliberately against him, his sweatpants doing nothing to conceal the feel of his growing erection. Jay groans, his lip finding the delicate skin of her neck. He leaves hot open-mouthed kisses down her throat and the V of her shirt. Kim tugs at his hair, her other hand feeling the muscles of his shoulders and back. Jay carries her to the living room throwing her down couch. Kim laughs breathlessly and starts to push up on her hands when Jay pulls her legs forcing her to slide to him with her legs spread for his hips.

Jay folds forward kissing her exposed stomach where her shirt had ridden up. He licks at her skin, his scruff tickling her as she unconsciously rolls her hips up into his face. Her hands trace his naked back as he continues his assault downwards. His fingers pop the button of Kim’s jeans. She lifts to help him pull them off, her cotton underwear coming off with them.

Jay’s eyes dilated and Kim barely breathed his name before he dropped to his knees in front of her. He nipped and kissed up her inner thigh. Just as he was about to get to her wet center, he passed over it going down that other thigh. Kim was panting hot and desperate with need. She whimpered at his teasing, her legs wrapping around him to pull him closer to where she wanted him.

Her eyes rolled back, her body arching as his mouth finally found her pussy. He lapped at her juices, sucking her clit into his mouth. His fingers soon joined his mouth in pursuit of her pleasure. Jay pumped them into her curling his fingers to find the place inside her that would make her fall apart.

Detective Jay Halstead was always detail-orientated and a quick study. This was no exception. It didn’t take long for him to figure out what Kim liked. Her thighs were shaking on his shoulders and he had to force them to stay open instead of squeezing around his head. Kim’s toes curled and her vision went white as her orgasm crashed over her. Jay's fingers worked her through her pleasure. He didn’t rush her letting her bask in her afterglow. She giggles trying to catch her breath. He gently let her legs slide down to his waist as he moved to steal another messy kiss.

Kim could taste herself on his lips and it was more erotic than it had any right to be. Jay was searching for the hem of her shirt and broke away from her just long enough to yank it over her head leaving her completely naked under him. His hands caressed the newly exposed skin, cupping her breasts and rolling her tight nipples in between his fingers. His mouth traveled down her body to meet his hands, sucking her right nipple into his hungry mouth.

Jay's body thrummed with white-hot energy. His hip rolled against her, wetting the front of his pants with her arousal. His cock was hard and rubbing a delectable spot. Kim’s hands push down his waistband, feeling his cock jump free catching between their sweat-slicked bodies. Jay broke free of her breast to groan, his hands following her curves down to her hips and squeezing in a warning. “Kim,”

“Do you have a condom?” He rose to search her eyes. There was no hesitation in the brown depths. He nodded stealing one more kiss before sitting back to reach for his wallet on the corner table at the end of the couch.

Kim took this time to study his body. He had an athletic build, all lean muscle. His thighs were as muscled as his arms and back. Her gaze stuck on his cock. Jay Halstead was above average in many ways and this was one of them. She knew it had to be on the bigger side when she was rocking against it but seeing it was another thing. His dick was long and slender curving slightly up, precum leaking from the swollen tip. Kim traced the soft hair of his happy trail from his belly button down. His hair was dark and neatly trimmed. Without thinking Kim leaned up and licked the bead or precum off the tip. “Fuck,” Jay dropped his wallet in surprise, luckily keeping his grip on the condom he had retrieved. Kim was looking at him innocently through her full dark eyelashes. Her hand grasped his cock firmly pumping it leisurely. “And you act so sweet.” Jay opened the condom with his teeth, and Kim let go so he could put it on.

“I am sweet,” Kim kissed him twisting her body to urge him to sit so she could straddle his lap. “But I do my best to get what I want.” She sucked at his pulse point and ground her hips against his making them both moan.

“Then take it.” His voice was husky as his touch brushed softly across her back. Kim needed no more encouragement as she sank onto his cock. Her arousal from her orgasm made it an easy slide. Kim cried out her breath hitching as she became fully seated on him. Jay’s hands gripped her hips tightly holding her down on him.

The pace starts slow but neither are willing to keep it that way for long. Kim increases the pace rapidly. Jay lets her take control-at first. Watching her body bounce up and down on him, feeling his pleasure sizzle through his body. When she finds a solid rhythm that she sticks to that is when he starts teasing her again. His fingers sneaked between their bodies to circle her clit. It has the immediate desired effect. She curses her movements getting sloppy as she arches her back giving him the perfect access to her breasts. He keeps his hand firmly on her back to keep it arched as he catches it in his mouth, tongue swirling around the bud then sucking.

He keeps rubbing her and feels her legs start to give the slightest tremble again. Kim might think she is in complete control. He has no problem with her assumption as he has her exactly where he wants her. Her movements get sloppy, grinding more than thrusting. “Jay,” It was a breathless whine. He released her nipple to watch her face as another albeit gentler orgasm washed through her. Arousal flooded through her dripping down her thighs and onto his, as she clenched around his cock.

He grabbed her ass and started thrusting up into her. Her nails bit into his back, holding desperately onto him. The angle is madding and Kim's hips stutter while following his pace. Jay’s hand tangles in her dark tresses. He knew Kim liked her hair played with. His fingers curled the strands around the nape of her neck and gave an experimental tug. A moan escaped her throat and he pulled harder feeling her core clench around him. His thrust gets sloppy as he comes hard.

Only the sound of the couple's mingled panting can be heard. Kim rests her forehead against his shoulder, rising and falling with his chest while he attempts to catch his breath. She tilted to see Jay’s blue eyes. “That was incredible.” Jay hums in agreement. “Let’s do it again.” He chuckles, but Kim levels him with an even stare showing her seriousness of the statement.

He huffs out a breath, relaxing on the couch for a moment then abruptly standing up and lifting her by the ass. She shrieked wrapping her legs tightly around him as he took her to the bedroom.

[canyouhearthelight]

Machine is Perfect, but Flesh is Free Act One

Another short story, in four parts. This one has many influences: Paolo Bacigalupi's "The Fluted Girl", @cakeinpants's Pat, chronic pain conditions, and cyberpunk augmentations. This protagonist is unnamed, nonbinary/agender, as well.

This is specifically not a horror story, but due to the mentions of chronic pain and body augmentations, I do advise caution if those things are triggering to you. While the pain is frequently mentioned, the story is told from the perspective of a ballet dancer, and pain is part and parcel of that. None of the body augmentations happen on screen, I promise. They are all years in the past before the story.

Please enjoy!

Act One

“One day, when I’m famous, I’m going to buy you a house.”

The childish voice, vibrating with confidence, echoed the foolish promise in my head, just as it had before every rehearsal and every performance since.  I had been barely five years old, and too excited from looking up the mountain at the city - my future home -  to sleep.  My parents had laughed at my words, and at the time I was so proud that I’d made them happy.

Now, as pain shot through my entire body while someone else tied my performance shoes on, I was well aware they had been trying not to cry.  Only years of practice kept my own tears at bay as I was forced out of my wheelchair and to my feet, every muscle and joint in electric agony with the movement.  A set of hands pulled my costume over my head and started lacing up the back, while a much more familiar pair held a tool in front of my face.

“Time to turn the little doll’s key,” Urus sneered. The head of my security team thought I was a waste of his time and took entirely too much pleasure in each and every time he was able to stab me with the wicked tool.

I stared numbly at his face as I felt the impacts to each hip joint, silently wishing he would use it on my neck. Instead, all of my pain subsided as the nerve blocks implanted in my bones activated, washing a pleasant numbness throughout my legs and back. The orchestra silenced, indicating that the curtain was about to part, and Urus spat at my feet before leaving the stage.

No broken wrist this time. He was starting to warm up to me.

The next thing I knew was thunderous applause and blinding lights, followed by the swell of music. I fixed the dreamy look on my face that Master Arik expected and started going through my paces with mechanical precision. A modified pas de deux, choreographed for only one dancer, with as much of the partner work left in as humanly possible.

Well. Mostly humanly.

Where most, if not all, of the audience saw a young dancer of incredible skill, Arik was watching only for the slightest flaw he could punish someone for. Any physical sign of the cybernetic or gene-hacking enhancements that gave me perfect stability and balance, textbook ideal form, or disgustingly petite feet would have the entire staff of doctors whipped bloody - after they corrected it, of course. An undisciplined totter on my part, an arm a single degree out of position, and I would be forced to do all my rehearsals with full sensation, even in my mutilated feet.

I was, it turned out, entirely too expensive to break. Torture was still an option, though.

As I made my way through the gravity-defying leaps that replaced the lifts in the sequence, I fantasized about walking barefoot through wet grass.  I had done it as a child, I could remember it vividly. Cool, damp, soft blades tickling between my toes as I walked and ran. I would give anything to be able to walk again. Or have toes.

The music started to wind into its inevitable end, and I pulled myself from my reverie. Composing my face, I focused on executing the last bits of footwork without flaw, reveling in what my body could do when I wasn’t in pain.  When I completed the performance, picture perfect and stone still, the crowd erupted into thunderous applause.

My teacher had informed me that it was supposed to thrill me, that any other dancers would be thrilled.

I only knew that I would be in pain again within a minute, the closest thing to freedom taken from me again.

Sure enough, Urus was less than a meter behind the edge of the curtain - no encores for this performer - one of his cronies pushing my chair.  Roughly, I was inspected for any flaws before being stripped down and perfunctorily stabbed in my hips.  Quickly and without complaint, I sat in my chair before the block wore off.  Urus even stifled a laugh as the costumer looked offended that I had already shoved my tights down to my knees.

“Sir, she is very uncovered - “

Urus lashed out with a foot, laughter gone. “You are here to inspect their costume for damage that could expose Master Arik. You are not here to be offended.”

I schooled my features into a slow blink only through years of practice.  There were no illusions that Urus was getting soft or feeling anything related to sympathy - as long as I existed, he would never see promotion to a position he felt was important.  No, Urus was extremely strict that I was property, not a person, and calling me anything else was a quick way to draw his ire.

It was the only thing we openly agreed on, frankly.

As much as we were likely both hoping that my shoes had come apart again - three seamstresses had already lost hands to such failures, and the current one was a sadistic demon - they were disatisfyingly intact.  With a grunt, Urus gestured for me to be covered in a thick poncho and we headed to our next stop.  Every dip and jostle in the corridors was a new shock of pain, but the majority of them felt familiar. I mapped my locations within Master Arik’s estate by sensation rather than turns: left hip, up through the ribs… tailbone, right knee left knee… “Urus, my feet hurt,” I advised coldly.

He held up a hand to stop us. “What did you say?”

“My feet hurt. My heels, specifically.” My heels hadn’t touched a floor for long enough to even have calluses in nearly a decade, as he was well aware.  Even now, they rested above the back of my foot supports as the biological parts of my legs cramped.

No amount of discipline made up for twelve years of constant forced companionship. Two slow breaths for him was the equivalent of practically vibrating with excitement. “We will have the doctor look for any abrasions or bruising at your check up.”

I nodded, and he gestured for us to continue. The doctor gave me a very thorough and impersonal check, scolding my heels before anyone could say anything. He applied a salve and wrapped them, explaining that an analgesic would interfere with ‘the healing’.

“You mean my implants,” I blurted out, impertinently. “Topical only on the feet, but no oral or injected because it could damage the fibers in my muscles.”

“My - “

“Don’t apologize, you aren’t sorry,” I cut him off. “You are doing your job, as instructed, under threat of who knows what. Please, just apply the topical and give a small supply to Commander Urus for whoever is going to be bringing me food while they heal.” Hopefully he was feeling semi-gracious enough to do at least that much.

“Miss, I am not allowed to give you - “

“They did not ask that you give it to them,” Urus growled. “They asked that you give it to me. And last I was aware, I am responsible for all security regarding Master Arik’s property.” He glowered and held out a hand, demanding silently.

A tiny tin of analgesic was dropped in his paw, and I was whisked away fast enough to set every joint in my body on edge. Clenching my teeth, I managed to keep any indication of discomfort from escaping.  Only a few minutes later, one of my guards was unlocking and about to inspect my quarters, only to stop short and salute before bowing deeply.

Ice trickled down my spine before she even spoke. “Master Arik, I - “

“No concern, no concern,” came the oily voice as my owner stepped out. “As much as I would love to have our little doll at the reception, we cannot have anyone that close, now can we?” Disregarding any objections he may have received, he stepped forward and leaned close to my face. “Mmm, the newest treatments are working, even this closely. Perfect, porcelain skin.” Standing abruptly, he faced Urus. “The inspections?”

“Nothing visible, even up close,” he confirmed. “Although they do have blisters to their feet. I request - “

Arik waved nonchalantly. “Yes. Please deal with that out of my sight. I cannot have anyone damaging my investment. And you were informed how?”

Urus tried to lie, but apparently I wasn’t the only one who had been biohacked. He grimaced and rubbed his head as he replied. “They told me before we ever reached the doctor, but the doctor confirmed it without prompting.”

Tutting to himself, Arik grabbed my chin and turned my face side to side, observing it. “You never did like this seamstress.”

“I do not put on my shoes, sir,” I replied carefully. “And I do not know who made them. I only know that my heels hurt.”

He seemed to be satisfied, standing straight again and releasing me. “A cool bath, a meal, and then rest. My doll is to have a day of rest tomorrow, as weather permits, as a reward.  Commander, I want your best attending me, and everyone else outside this room tonight.” Glancing down at me, he murmured “They have made me very, very rich, and I won’t have anyone taking that away.”

Masterpost    Next>>

[liauditore]

Cub and Pearl would both be competitive trainers 100%

Gem and Stress would be contest coordinators and have the cutest sparkliest pokemon in the world. (Your stress line up is on point)

False would be champion of the elite four but I’m not sure what type. False fans would need to help me out on that one-feels lazy to say fighting or steel type.

Etho would be the trainer for the first gym and have ghost type/dark type mons that look the coolest and most “ninja-like” (kill him) plus one really silly looking one. He’d get the shedinja after the post game level up.

Iskall would have a really fucking irritating set of normal type mons to battle and be the trainer for the eighth gym. His higher level team would be all slakoths fuck you man

Keralis would have like three of the Pokémon that evolve into sexy furrybait

Xb would just have three magikarps

(also your skizz lineup is so real. The lillipup made me chuckle)

LOVE THESE.

For my AU I purposefully made it so that none of them are "serious" trainers (because pokemon in day to day living was more in line with what I wanted to explore) but yeah in a context where that was an option, Pearl and Cub would absolutely reach for the sky. I think Jevin would too but eventually chill and settle down into being a gym leader instead.

Gem as a coordinator is so real but I also do think she would start vibrating violently on the spot if she was bested in a battle. Her uber-competitive nature won't let her rest!! I can see her having contests as her main thing but don't be fooled those pokemon have tighter training regimes than navy seals and she will DESTROY YOU no matter what you're challenging her in.

Since Gem and Pearl have been on my mind and I have a tendency to main characterify Pearl in a lot of these I love the idea of like. Pearl being mainly a trainer and Gem being mainly a coordinator but because Pearl really likes to learn new things and Gem is the world's sweatiest sweat they end up rubbing off on eachother and Pearl learns to be a coordinator on the side cus of Gem and Gem's passion for battle only becoming stronger from the fact that she can never seem to defeat Pearl.

Anyway Stress as a coordinator is so true I can see her being someone very well-respected as a veteran in the contest scene, probably gets invited as a judge just as much as she competes.

For False I can see her either being flying for her aviator theme or dragon because of my personal cynthia-inspired design bias. Alternatively the thought of False in Lusamine's outfit just crossed my mind and I would love to see her with a Bewear.

THE ETHO AND TEAM CANADA THING IS SO CUTE I LOVE THAT SO MUCH. My personal headcanon for my Etho in this AU is that he's an ex gym leader/e4/champion and has now gone into retirement so the thought of Beef and Pause witnessing essentially his entire career is so. augh I might steal that idea.

I love the Iskall section LMAO that one I might yoink as well or just some other really annoying team. I also like the idea of him having gulpin idk why it just makes sense to me and I think it'd be his little buddy and he'd take it on adventures and talk to it like his kid. Also like the idea of him having mons adjacent to Stress, like she has a smoochum and he has an elekid/magby or something (or alternatively, a wailord for the skitty)

The Keralis team is so funny cus I have him down as just having like. a pack of whismur that follow him around everything. and now I'm just imagining a mass of whismur + one lopunny like when farmers get an alpaca to look after sheep.

Xb being that one trainer in every game with 6 magikarp 😭😭 I'd like to think one of them has evolved and he either somehow hasn't noticed or just doesn't care that much and still treats it like a little guy. and everyone who comes over is terrified because holyyy fuckwhen did that thing get big.and he's just like what that's just fish 3

[dnofsunshine]

Digimon Secret Santa Exchange 2023: Don't blame me (you started it)

Kuga Yuuya never texted her first. Until he did.

Written for @hallowed-nebulae for the @digisecretsanta 2023 exchange! :3

a/n: i'm your secret santa and (like i said on ao3 lol) i'm not entirely familiar with the digimon world series, or i wasn't until recently, so i hope i did your two favorites, Rina & Yuuya, justice!! i've enjoyed the gameplay so far of Re:digitize Decode and i enjoyed writing these two. i hope you have a safe and merry Christmas, and happy holidays!! <333 :D

Oh, and here's my Digimon discord server if you wanna yell abt digimon with us!

Read on AO3! || Read below the cut:

Kuga Yuuya did not texted her first.

It wasn’t something subjective—it was a simple, known fact! She wasn’t sure Yuuya texted anyone first. Often, when Rina texted him, Yuuya left her (very cruelly) on read. Sometimes he left her on delivered. Which was like, extremely rude, thank you very much.

(Granted, none of those messages were because of actual emergencies, but still. Her memes were nonetheless very important and warranted a response. But Yuuya had ignored her. Because of course he did. The jerk.)

So, naturally, when Rina’s phone vibrated and pinged, and Yuuya’s contact lit up her screen, Rina gaped. She blinked, surprised, and it took several moments to register that oh yeah, she should read the message.

Hey, Yuuya had written plainly. Jeesh, and he called everyone else boring.

Yeah, the world had totally ended. Sometime in the last few minutes, the world had ended and Rina had died and gone to an afterlife where apparently Kuga Yuuya texted her first.

She debated on calling him to see what was up, but that ran the risk of scaring him off because he didn’t even text, let alone call; so Rina leaned back in her chair and did what she did best.

Rina: hey!!!! ┌( ＾◡＾ )┘whatcha up to???

Yuuya: Studying. You use a lot of exclamation points, Rina-san.

Rina: and u text like the heir of the gigo company lol

Yuuya: Is… that a good or a bad thing?

Rina blinked again, her lips curving into a frown. She narrowed her eyes at her screen suspiciously, and who could blame her? Since when did Yuuya care about her opinion of him?

Rina: not bad!!! was just kiddin lol (≧_≦)

Yuuya: Okay.

She sent him another text that mostly consisted of emotes and exclamation points (perhaps proving his point), and this time, it took a while for Yuuya to respond. At least a good ten minutes.

Yuuya: What about you? What’re you up to?

Okay. Wow. She peeked out her bedroom window—yep, still snowing. Which meant it was still mid-December and she was still in Japan. Maybe. Probably. If she wasn’t… did it snow in the afterlife? To what afterlife had she been sent, for Yuuya to not only respond but ask about her in return? Smug, snooty Yuuya? What the hell was even happening? She couldn’t even begin to know the answer to that. 

Instead, she answered Yuuya.

Rina: just chillin!!! not really doing much haha it’s boring w/o V.V. here tbh

Yuuya: I see.

Another pause followed. Rina stood from her chair and made her way to her bed to sprawl out, phone in hand, as she awaited the continuation of their conversation. She got bored waiting on minute three and decided she couldn’t handle the suspense anymore.

Rina: so whats up???

Yuuya: I’m studying.

Rina: well duh u said that already i meant why did u text me

Yuuya: You text me all the time.

Rina: yeah! but u like never answer soooooo

Yuuya: Sorry.

Oh good god, okay. Yuuya, apologizing? Prideful, arrogant Yuuya? Maybe she’d gone to some alternate dimension—somewhere that wasn’t the digital world—where everything was the same except for one fifteen-year-old Kuga Yuuya.

She frowned again, this time in contemplation. As she pondered how to respond, she kicked her feet idly against her bed, tapping the back of her phone case if only to keep her fingers moving.

She wondered absentmindedly if his dad scolded him or something. From what she knew, Kuga Kenzou was more insufferable than Yuuya—which, of course, made sense considering he was Yuuya’s father—so it wasn’t much of a stretch to say he wasn’t all that great of a parent.

Her chest ached inexplicably at the thought and her frown deepened.

Rina: is ur dad being a bitch

Yuuya: Huh?

Rina: ya know ur dad is he being a bitch lol

Yuuya: I don’t see what he has to do with the conversation.

Then, after about a minute:

Yuuya: Father is always being a bitch.

Rina: lol!! i believe it honestly

And because Rina was a gremlin with no sense of self-control: 

Rina: his ass must really hurt from the stick shoved in it

Yuuya: Lol.

Rina blinked once more in surprise and then grinned at her screen because this was another new thing—Yuuya laughing at a joke? A joke she made? She didn’t even know Yuuya could laugh, much less over text. She didn’t know he even had a sense of humor.

They spent the next hour or so texting, with Rina sending memes (the normal amount) and emotes (also the normal amount) and Yuuya telling her that it was, in fact, not the normal amount. Eventually, the time between Yuuya’s responses grew longer and longer, and Rina assumed that he’d averted his full attention back to studying.

Rina: ur a fun texter lol

Rina: not as fun as me obviously but still fun just sayin

She sent it without really expecting a response right away, but she was surprised yet again when the reply came in only a few minutes.

Yuuya: Wow. One person approves of my texting habits.

Rina laughed out loud. This was a fun side of Yuuya to see.

(And no, it wasn’t because she felt a little warm inside that he seemed to trust her enough to make jokes with her.)

(She didn’t feel warm inside at all.)

(Yuuya was simply growing on her.)

(Like a fungus.)

Yuuya: Is this supposed to be an honor or a shame, since the person is Rina-san?

Her laugh quickly turned into a scandalized gasp as she stared down at her phone in offense. No, she changed her mind. Yuuya wasn’t growing on her.

“Rude,” she said aloud as if he could hear her, without any hint of fondness in her voice. None at all. "Yer such a punk."

Oh, who was she kidding—she sent him memes, shitposts, and festive, holiday-themed selfies every day after that for the rest of the month. If he was pissed about it, well, he texted her first.

[twilightmalachite]

PORTRAIT - Ah, still delay—thou art so ■■■ 13

Author: Akira

Characters: Akiomi, Izumi

Translator: Mika Enstars

"I-I’m a model, not a hero, alright?! Ask RYUSEITAI’s Sagami Jin for that instead, please!"

[Read on my blog for the best viewing experience with Oi~ssu ♪]

Season: Winter

Location: Department Store's Furniture Area

???: ……

Izumi: What? Wha? What? What is thaaaat!?

Akiomi: D-Don’t speak, Sena-kun! You’ll bite your tongue!

Izumi: Carry me more gently then, idiot! You’re shaking and shaking me and it’s scary, scary, scary!

Akiomi: Be grateful, instead! You’re shockingly slow, Sena-kun, it didn’t look like you’d be able to get away, so I picked you into my arms!

I could have easily just left someone as hateful and un-cute as you behind to die and run away on my own, you know!

Izumi: Haah? Who’s un-cute? I’ll kill you!

Akiomi: If you want me to protect you, don’t tell me you’ll kill me!

Izumi: It’s not like I asked you to, did IIII?!

???: ……

Izumi: Eek!? That monster! I-It threw something! It threw something sharp!

Akiomi: Whoa, I guess they’re throwing equipment and stuff that’s lying around the place, huh… It’ll be really bad if something like your head gets hit, so try to avoid them, please!

Izumi: H-How am I supposed to avoid them? It’s dark, I can barely see a thing! You risk your life to protect me! Isn't that your responsibility?!

Akiomi: Well, it’s not like I’m your guardian or anything like that…?

???: ……

Izumi: Eeek!? It keeps throwing more things! Hurry and do something, idiot! Beat it, just like those guys in weird clothes do on TV!

Akiomi: I-I’m a model, not a hero, alright?! Ask RYUSEITAI’s Sagami Jin for that instead, please!

Izumi: Haah? What’s Ryusaytai? Sagamey Jin?

Akiomi: Oh, you never heard of that guy, even though he’s famous? Apparently Sagami Jin belongs to a unit by that name over at Yumenosaki Academy—

Izumi: Never heard of him. I don’t care about anyone other than Yuu-kun and I.

Akiomi: What a lonely life you live.

Izumi: Shut up! Shut up, shut up, don’t you pity me!

Akiomi: Ow ow ow!? Please don’t claw at my face!

Ahh, enough! Forget a wolf at the front gate and a tiger at the back—There’s a suspicious person at the front gate and a shitty brat at the back![1]

Izumi: What does that mean? I know you just said something mean about me! I’ll kill you!

Akiomi: (Aghh!? Why on earth am I doing this…!?)

(Ahh, I want to go back to my peaceful everyday life where I’m bored out of my mind! How come it’s instead turning out like a horror movie, where I’m being attacked by a monster in a department store in the middle of the night?!)

(Who am I to complain? Would I not have had to go through this if I had just kept away from these troublesome kids?)

(If I had just left them to fend for themselves in their harsh lives, even though they’re only just tiny boys…?)

(If I had pretended I saw nothing and treated it as none of my business?)

(…Doing so would make me no different than any other, despicable adult.)

(Those at the agency, those at the photography studio, and those parents who think they love these children…)

(Not one of them took what these children had to say seriously.)

(And so that’s why these children had no choice but to hold each other’s hands and rely on each other’s support instead.)

(If I give up on these children here, who else will stand for them?)

(For these poor, innocent children—)

Izumi: Kunugi! Kunugi-senpai!

Akiomi: What is it now!?

Izumi: There’s something vibrating under your pants!

Akiomi: My underpants? Why would it do that? Wait, you mean in my pants—Huh, is my mobile ringing?

Izumi: Moble?

Akiomi: I guess they’re not called that anymore, are they… Umm, who on earth could be calling me so late at night?

Akiomi: (Hm? Narukami-kun? It’s that kid that’s calling me, right?)

(But I already took them home, didn’t I…? Or, maybe it’s to apologize for all the trouble they caused me today?)

(You’re very civil when it comes to things like that, Narukami-kun. You try their hardest to gauge other’s feelings and act as accordingly as possible.)

(You’re giving it your all to be liked, admirably and desperately.)

(But it’s the opposite of what one would consider child-like, so adults might not think of you as cute, but…)

(I think you’re cute, that aspect included.)

Izumi: Hey. That’s a phone, isn’t it? Don’t you gotta answer it?

Akiomi: W-We need to get away from that costume and find somewhere safe, first!

Izumi: Costume? By that, do you mean that monster?

Akiomi: Correct! It might look like a real monster in the dark light, but monsters aren’t real—Meaning that must be someone inside a costume!

Meaning, we are currently being chased not by a monster, but by a creep in a costume! Either way, it’s a dangerous, or even a very serious situation, though!

Izumi: Hmm… Does that mean it’s human?

If it’s a human, that means it’ll get hurt if you hit it, and if you kill it, it’ll die, right?

Akiomi: You’re not wrong, but listen to me, I can’t do anything like fight it, okay?! I’ve lived my entire life honestly!

And yet, this is what I get…! God, please have mercy on me!

I’ve been making an honest effort to be a good boy, can’t I get rewarded just a little?!

Izumi: Hmph… You’re not the only one here doing their honest best.

Well, whatever. If you can’t answer the phone, Kunugi-senpai, then I will. I have the time since I’m being carried around.

Akiomi: Do you really have the time?!

Izumi: It doesn’t look like that costume can see well and is moving slowly. And everything they’re throwing is missing. It’s not all that scary if you keep your cool.

Izumi: Umm. You press this to pick up, I think? Hello?

…Hm? Who are you?

Akiomi: Hey, don’t answer people’s phones without their permission! Seriously, what are your parents teaching you?!

Izumi: You can say all the bad things you want about Papa and Mama, but I won’t let you.

Akiomi: Ow ow ow!? Please don’t pinch my cheek! Aiming for a model’s face is off-limits!

Izumi: Papa and Mama just suck at a lot of things. So they do a lot of things wrong. But still, they’re honestly doing the best they can—

So it's annoying when someone other than me says bad things about Papa and Mama.

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The saying “tiger at the front gate, wolf at the back gate” refers to when you think you've escaped a danger, only to encounter a second one.