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NEW ROMANTICS — ( Bruce wayne! )

summary: The press is chasing the alleged new couple everywhere, here are some headlines

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"ONE NIGHT OR THE BEGINNING OF SOMETHING MORE? BRUCE WAYNE AND A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN LEAVE A LUXURIOUS HOTEL TOGETHER"

Article by Sydney Philips, entertainment section

Gotham City never sleeps, and last night neither did the city's most coveted heart.

It was past midnight when photographers stationed outside the Gotham Royale, the city's most exclusive and secretive hotel, managed to capture what until now had only been rumors: billionaire heir Bruce Wayne leaving the building accompanied by a woman whose name has not yet been officially confirmed, but whose presence set off all the media alarms.

Sources close to high society claim to have seen the same woman in private meetings weeks ago, sharing moments with Lucius Fox and Alfred Pennyworth, members of the heir's closest circle, further fueling the speculation.

For now, neither Bruce nor his mysterious companion have made any statements.

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The elevator stopped on the top floor, and the silence between them was comfortable, one of those silences that only exists when two people don't need to fill the space with words.

Bruce shifted his gaze to you as the door opened, and found himself observing more than he intended. The way your hair fell casually over your shoulders, the calm glint in your eyes, the elegant confidence with which you walked. You didn't act like someone who was impressed to be with him. And that, precisely that, he liked more than he wanted to admit.

You felt his gaze on you, you didn't want him to look away, you liked feeling his gaze pass over you, you liked knowing you had something that had an effect on him, but he didn't hold it. He just smiled a little, as if he knew exactly what was going through your mind, because he loved to bother you. There was something about him... a mix of strength and exhaustion, a vulnerability that barely filtered through the lines of his clenched jaw and the shadows under his eyes. You were used to reading people, and with him, there was a lot to read.

The dinner had been delicious, yes, but it had faded into the background the moment they started talking. You talked about books, music, and the absurdity of modern art.

When he laughed, a real laugh, one of those that barely escapes and surprises even the one who lets it out, she knew that it wasn't a date like the ones he usually had and he knew that perhaps life was giving him a chance to be happy with a woman like you, a woman capable of anything, confident, intelligent and independent.

You walked slowly toward the main exit of the Gotham Royale. Outside, the flashbulbs awaited them. The whirring of lenses, hurried footsteps, and whispers disguised as professionalism.

Bruce masterfully ignored them; he was born in that spotlight. But this time he didn't seem to be acting. He didn't care about the noise. He just looked at you, with a disarming calm.

"Do you want to take the side exit?" he asked, in a neutral tone, as if it meant nothing.

"No," you said without hesitation. "I have nothing to hide." then you glanced at him. "You?"

He held your gaze. "Not with you."

Bruce took your hand before leading you both to the exit. He looked at you one last time to check you were okay. You walked through the grand doors of the luxurious hotel. You walked through the entrance that seemed endless, as you felt the lights hitting your face and the shouts of the journalists. Once you reached the car, Bruce opened the door for you. A simple gesture, without grandiloquence, but when your fingers barely touched, there was an imperceptible pause for both of you. A second longer than necessary. A gentle current between skins accustomed to distance.

"Thank you for tonight," you said, not looking directly at him, but yoir voice low and firm.

"Thank you for staying," he replied, just as gently, as if the words were a secret.

When the car started, and the city lights began to dance across their faces, neither of them said anything else. There was no need to.

Maybe it wasn't love yet, but it was the beginning of something, and they both knew it.

“PICNIC AT WAYNE MANOR: THE MOST HUMAN SIDE OF THE BILLIONAIRE”

Article by Carmen Rogers, entertainment section

This isn't the first time Bruce Wayne has surprised Gotham City. However, this time he didn't do it with a spectacular appearance or a multi million dollar donation, but with something much simpler and, unusually, the prince of Gotham has been seen again with the same woman he was photographed leaving Gotham Royale, but this time in a simpler setting: a picnic in the gardens of his own mansion.

The Wayne Enterprises heir was spotted this weekend accompanied by the enigmatic young lady, who has captured more than one headline in recent weeks, in a scene that left even those who think they've seen it all speechless, but they're wrong.

Far from the flashes and black-tie finery, Bruce and the young lady shared an afternoon outdoors at Wayne Manor. According to sources close to the couple, they were seen barefoot on the grass, laughing, cutting fruit, and sharing a picnic basket in true classic style, but with a Wayne touch: fine linen blankets and a bottle of white wine that probably costs more than an apartment in downtown Gotham.

Although neither of them has offered official statements about their relationship, these scenes speak for themselves, the couple would be more than confirmed, and she is the envy of many for having achieved what few have achieved: Getting the Wayne heir to focus on his life, and leave behind his stage of his nightlife.

Is this a sign that their relationship is more serious than either of them lets on? Or is it simply a break from the chaos?

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It was one of those rare days in Gotham when the sky wasn't tinged with gray. The sun had risen unhurriedly, and the wind was barely a caress. Perfect for what Bruce had planned.

"I never imagined you doing this," you commented as he sat you down on the blanket, settling in naturally. You ran a hand over the perfectly cut grass, as if you wanted to make sure it was real.

Bruce, sitting in front of you, opened the basket with the same precision with which he fastens the seatbelt of the Batmobile. .

"I didn't imagine doing it either," he replied without looking up. His tone was neutral, but not distant.

he brought out a small container of strawberries, then bread, cheese, and two crystal glasses. There was no exaggeration, nothing unnecessary. Everything was in its place, thoughtful, precise, everything had a reason for being there.

"Alfred?" you asked with a smile, raising an eyebrow as you took a drink.

"That's right," Bruce confirmed, finally looking up at you. "But it was my idea."

You bit your lip, barely. "So what made you think this was a good idea?"

He took the bottle of wine and began pouring it for you. "I didn't think about it too much," he said honestly. "I just wanted to do something with you... I haven't had much free time lately."

You raised your glass, touching it to his. "Cheers to that, for more time together"

"For you," he corrected, without drama. He just said it.

Your eyes searched his for a few seconds in silence. With Bruce, affection wasn't abundant; he didn't feel the need to be so explicit, but he expressed it in different ways. He'd been thinking about you, about the way you could spend time alone together, about how he'd asked Alfred to prepare your favorite fruits, about how he'd chosen that corner of the garden, away from the windows, away from the world.

You placed your glass on the blanket, took off your sandals, and let the grass touch your feet. You took a strawberry and slowly approached him, holding it in front of his lips. "Try it."

He didn't hesitate for a second, taking it straight from your hand with a faint smile. Then, his fingers brushed yours. It was barely a second longer than necessary, but enough to make your stomach clench.

"This isn't anything like our first dates" you commented, moving closer to him until you were shoulder to shoulder.

"I know," he replied, without moving. "And I'm glad for that."

You leaned your head on his shoulder and said nothing. And after a few seconds, he turned slightly to brush his lips against your forehead in an almost imperceptible, but absolutely clear gesture.

There, in the middle of Wayne Manor's perfectly manicured garden, surrounded by silence and sunshine, they were allowed something rare: a moment without masks, without heavy names, a bit of peace, peace that only you and he could enjoy.

"GALA IN GOTHAM: BRUCE WAYNE AND HIS PARTNER DAZZLE WITH THEIR ELEGANT ARRIVAL"

Article by John Ward, entertainment section

Bruce Wayne was once again the center of attention last night, but this time it wasn't for a financial gambit, a stock market appearance, or a tabloid scandal. It was for his impeccable appearance at the Gotham Museum of Art's Spring Benefit Gala, accompanied by his no longer so mysterious partner, who stole just as much attention as he did.

The couple arrived just after 9:00 p.m. in one of Wayne's classic cars, a black Aston Martin with impeccable lines, straight out of an old movie. But it wasn't the vehicle that took everyone's breath away: it was the sight of the two walking together down the pearl-gray carpet that lined the museum's main entrance.

The event concluded with a silent auction and an intimate musical performance, but for many, the real spectacle was the arrival of Gotham's most enigmatic couple. And if anything was clear last night, it's that Bruce Wayne, the eternal bachelor, may have finally let his guard down...

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The Aston Martin's engine hummed gently as the car pulled up to the steps of the Gotham Museum of Art. Outside, a line of photographers was already waiting, like a storm with flashbulbs instead of lightning.

“Last chance to escape,” you murmured, adjusting the clasp on your bracelet.

Bruce turned his face slightly toward you, not a big smile, but with that slight curve to his lips that was his private version of humor. "I've escaped too many times. This time I have no intention of doing so."

From the outside, everything seemed calculated: the elegant arrival, the classic car, the impeccable suits. But inside the car, there were only two people taking a breath before crossing the line.

He leaned toward you and, with almost rehearsed calm, whispered, "You look perfect. But if you want, we can go home right now."

You looked at him with a soft smile. "I'm glad you like it, but I spent too much time getting ready just for us to leave so quickly."

Bruce let out a small laugh, a privilege reserved for very few.

When the driver opened the door, he got out first, nodded, and then extended his hand. The contact was firm and confident.

The flashes began instantly. The reporters' shouts, the questions you weren't willing to answer, the barely concealed whispers. Bruce and you walked across the pearl-gray carpet without rushing, without hiding, without looking to the sides.

He paused briefly at the top of the steps and looked back at you, as if he wanted to make sure you were still there. As if he couldn't help but do so.

"Everyone's watching," you whispered.

"Let them look" he replied, without taking his eyes off you. Then, very calmly, he turned to you, cupped your face in both hands, and without another word, kissed you. He was firm, confident, determined. He let all the flashes fade at once.

During the gala, he stayed close. He stroked your back at just the right moments. He poured your drink before his own. He didn't make a big show of being attentive: he simply was. Like someone who no longer needed to feign indifference.

And when the night ended and you returned to the car, there were no more cameras. Only the city and the distant murmur of traffic.

"It wasn't so bad, was it?" you asked, leaning lightly on his shoulder as the car moved forward.

Bruce shifted a little to pull you closer, dropping one of his rough hands onto your leg. "No, because you were with me."

“SHORT BREAK: BRUCE WAYNE AND HIS GIRLFRIEND TAKE A QUICK COUPLE'S GETAWAY”

Article by Jimmy Morrison, entertainment section

Sometimes, even the most powerful need a break. And if there's one thing Bruce Wayne has made clear in recent months, it's that his personal life has finally begun to take center stage. This week, the CEO of Wayne Enterprises was spotted with his partner on a brief getaway out of town. .

Although details have been kept under wraps, as is customary with all matters surrounding the Wayne heir, several reliable sources claim the couple was spotted at a luxurious coastal estate just hours from Gotham, known for its exclusive access, complete privacy, and privileged views of the sea.

According to witnesses, the couple arrived by private helicopter and remained out of the public eye for at least two days. With no social appearances, no photographers around, and no unnecessary staff, the getaway was reportedly a time to disconnect from the constant pace of the city and reconnect with each other.

During their stay, they avoided all public contact. The few people who spoke to them describe them as "quiet, attentive to each other, almost invisible." Apparently, their routine was reduced to sunrise walks, al fresco dinners, and long hours of reading by the sea. Some workers who chose to remain anonymous say they spent a lot of time locked in their rooms. Apparently, we're dealing with very passionate lovers.

The couple returned to Gotham two days later, without any announcement, just as they had left: together, discreetly, in silence.

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The sea breeze drifted through the open windows, caressing the crisp white curtains that danced slowly to the rhythm of the sea. The sun was just beginning to rise, casting golden lines on the wrinkled sheets, the entwined bodies, and the remnants of an uninterrupted night.

You were lying face down, partially wrapped in the sheet, your bare back exposed to the soft morning light. Bruce, lying beside you, had one hand resting on the curve of your waist, barely moving, as if he simply needed constant contact with you.

"You're not reading anything," you whispered, feeling his gaze on you even though you couldn't see it.

"I can't concentrate" he replied sincerely. His voice was deeper than usual, slow, as if he hadn't fully woken up yet... or as if he didn't want to leave the atmosphere they'd been trapped in since they arrived.

You slowly turned onto your back, the sheet slipping down to your hips. You looked at him without speaking. His gaze remained fixed on you, intense, more gentle than serious, but definitely charged.

Bruce leaned forward on one elbow, leaning closer, and with his other hand, he leisurely traced an invisible line from your collarbone to your chest line. He stopped right where the sheet began, not going any further yet.

"You shouldn't look at me like that," you murmured, like a warning you didn't expect me to obey.

"Then stop tempting me," he said, and his lips found yours without further ado.

The kiss was slow but firm. His body settled over yours with familiarity, without urgency, but with suppressed hunger. Your fingers tangled in his hair as his hand slid down your side, slowly pushing the sheet out of the way.

Their lips moved down to your neck, your shoulders. Each touch spoke a language the headlines would never understand. It wasn't a fling. It wasn't a coincidence. It was a connection built on every shared silence, every moment stolen from chaos.

"If we keep this up, we'll never get out of this room," you murmured against his mouth, already breathless.

"And that would be a problem?" he whispered, kissing you again.

"We're not going to be here for long," you replied, taking your time, barely touching his lips as you spoke. "So... take advantage of it while you can."

And before he could respond, it was you who kissed him. Deeper, more devoted. Your hands slid down his bare back, drawing him in with purpose, with that exact mix of tenderness and desire that only you could manage without Bruce falling apart.

He smiled faintly against your mouth, his laugh low, vibrating between your ribs. “Come on… just a little longer and then we can go out,” he murmured, his hand slipping back in, this time not pausing when it reached the sheet.

"You better, I already told you we're going out," you said, against his ear, as you felt him settle on top of you once more. "You have one hour, Mr. Wayne."

Bruce raised an eyebrow, amused, as his lips brushed yours again. "Then I'm going to make the most of it... very well."

An hour, an hour for Bruce Wayne was more than enough to convince you to stay the whole day, but he was under your power, he was just a man in love, and completely devoted to you.

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gloomwitchwrites · 2 months ago

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can we get a quick drabble of the tf141 going on a super long deployment and finding out their kid snuck their favorite plushie or toy car etc into one of the duffle bags as a good luck charm

Ah! Anon! I love this idea! It's so cute. Dad!141 is a fav. I adore picturing them as fathers so this had me in a chokehold. I hope you enjoy these little double drabbles I put together!!

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Content & Warnings: fluff, dad!141, minor language

Word Count: 800

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John Price

Sweaty and jetlagged, John walks off the military plane with a weary step. Simon, Johnny, and Kyle follow behind, the three men talking softly to each other as John walks ahead of them. It’s a quick stop for a meal before he finally finds his cot in their private tent.

Dropping his duffle on the cot beside him, he unzips the bag, and freezes. On top, resting on his uniform, is his daughter’s teddy bear. It’s light brown in color, missing an arm and an eye, the red bow around its neck is frayed from years of love.

John smiles, a great warmth blooming in his heart. He brings the stuffed bear to his face, inhaling. It smells of home—of you, and of his daughter. The kid must have snuck it in when he wasn’t looking. She’d never part with it otherwise. The bear always stays by her side—a source of comfort.

Now it’s a good luck charm. And a reminder of a promise. The inclusion of the bear in his duffle is a silent command from his daughter.

Come home. Return it to me.

With great care and gentleness, John rests the teddy bear against his pillow.

John "Soap" MacTavish

“What’s this?” murmurs Johnny, opening his duffle bag wider.

With a curious curve to his brow, he removes the top item where he glimpsed a bright burst of color. Tumbling out of the folds of a black shirt is a bright red toy racing car. It’s small, the kind you put on a track or push around with your hand. A black stripe across the top cuts the red in half.

It’s his son’s favorite. It’s always in a pocket or clutched in his hand. You’re always finding it in the laundry or wedged between the sofa cushions. He’d never willingly part with it, but then Johnny remembers tucking him into bed one last time before leaving.

“Take my car, Da. It’ll keep you safe.”

Johnny smiles, holding the little red car in the palm of his hand. With a chuckle, he places it on the nearby table, fingers resting on the top. He moves it back and forth, making shroom sounds like he’s in a race.

“What are you doing, Johnny?” sighs Simon, appearing like a ghost from the dark.

“Driving,” he answers, lifting it off the table, moving it through the air in front of Simon’s unamused expression.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

It’s late, and all Simon wants to do is sleep. He’s been traveling the last couple days for the mission Task Force 141 was just assigned. Price says it’ll be a long one, that they might be gone for a few months. It’s not what he wanted to hear, especially since it takes him away from his family.

Simon drops his duffle bag on the ground next to him. He sits on the edge of the bed, pinching the bridge of his nose as a headache starts to form. From tomorrow on, it’ll be bedrolls and the hard ground. He should enjoy it while it’s still possible.

Simon opens the duffle bag for a fresh shirt he can sleep in. Finding one, he retrieves it, but something comes with it. A white blanket with pastel ducks on it. Small. For a child. Simon knows it. It’s his son’s baby blanket. He still sleeps with it even though it doesn’t cover his feet.

“Must of snuck it in,” he murmurs, smiling down at it.

Gently folding it, Simon places it on the bed beside him, resting his hand atop it knowing he needs to make every effort to bring it home.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Johnny peers over Kyle’s shoulder. “Have any of those sweets?”

He’s acting coy, pretending that he’s not eager for the caramels you always make whenever Kyle leaves for a mission. Johnny has a notorious sweet tooth, so you make a few extra just for him.

With a wicked, knowing grin, Kyle unzips the duffle bag.

“Let’s see here,” says Kyle, feigning ignorance about whether the caramels will be in there.

They are. He’s already eaten three.

Reaching in, Kyle withdraws the contraband. Johnny groans, snatching the bag from him. Kyle watches with amusement as Johnny pops one into his mouth.

“Piss off, MacTavish,” laughs Kyle as the Scots heads for the door.

With a smile that’s starting to hurt, Kyle reaches back into his duffle bag, and brushes against something made of a smooth material with angled, indented lines. Hand shifting, he finds that it’s round.

“What the—”

Pushing clothes aside reveals a football. It’s a classic white and black, scuffed to shit from being kicked around. This is his daughter’s. He can tell by the one pink hexagon. Turning it, he finds a little message written on the white in black ink.

For good luck. And a game.

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batboyblog · 1 year ago

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Things Biden and the Democrats did, this week #24

June 21-28 2024

The US Surgeon General declared for the first time ever, firearm violence a public health crisis. The nation's top doctor recommended the banning of assault weapons and large-capacity magazines, the introduce universal background checks for purchasing guns, regulate the industry, pass laws that would restrict their use in public spaces and penalize people who fail to safely store their weapons. President Trump dismissed Surgeon General Dr. Vivek Murthy in 2017 in part for his criticism of guns before his time in government, he was renominated for his post by President Biden in 2021. While the Surgeon General's reconstructions aren't binding a similar report on the risks of smoking in 1964 was the start of a national shift toward regulation of tobacco.

Vice-President Harris announced the first grants to be awarded through a ground breaking program to remove barriers to building more housing. Under President Biden more housing units are under construction than at any time in the last 50 years. Vice President Harris was announcing 85 million dollars in grants giving to communities in 21 states through the Pathways to Removing Obstacles to Housing (PRO) program. The administration plans another 100 million in PRO grants at the end of the summer and has requested 100 million more for next year. The Treasury also announced it'll moved 100 million of left over Covid funds toward housing. All of this is part of plans to build 2 million affordable housing units and invest $258 billion in housing overall.

President Biden pardoned all former US service members convicted under the US Military's ban on gay sex. The pardon is believed to cover 2,000 veterans convicted of "consensual sodomy". Consensual sodomy was banned and a felony offense under the Uniform Code of Justice from 1951 till 2013. The Pardon will wipe clean those felony records and allow veterans to apply to change their discharge status.

The Department of Transportation announced $1.8 Billion in new infrastructure building across all 50 states, 4 territories and Washington DC. The program focuses on smaller, often community-oriented projects that span jurisdictions. This award saw a number of projects focused on climate and energy, like $25 million to help repair damage caused by permafrost melting amid higher temperatures in Alaska, or $23 million to help electrify the Downeast bus fleet in Maine.

The Department of Energy announced $2.7 billion to support domestic sources of nuclear fuel. The Biden administration hopes to build up America's domestic nuclear fuel to allow for greater stability and lower costs. Currently Russia is the world's top exporter of enriched uranium, supplying 24% of US nuclear fuel.

The Department of Interior awarded $127 million to 6 states to help clean up legacy pollution from orphaned oil and gas wells. The funding will help cap 600 wells in Alaska, Arizona, Indiana, New York and Ohio. So far thanks to administration efforts over 7,000 orphaned wells across the country have been capped, reduced approximately 11,530 metric tons of carbon dioxide equivalent emissions

HUD announced $469 million to help remove dangerous lead from older homes. This program will focus on helping homeowners particularly low income ones remove lead paint and replace lead pipes in homes built before 1978. This represents one of the largest investments by the federal government to help private homeowners deal with a health and safety hazard.

Bonus: President Biden's efforts to forgive more student debt through his administration's SAVE plan hit a snag this week when federal courts in Kansas and Missouri blocked elements the Administration also suffered a set back at the Supreme Court as its efforts to regular smog causing pollution was rejected by the conservative majority in a 5-4 ruling that saw Amy Coney Barrett join the 3 liberals against the conservatives. This week's legal setbacks underline the importance of courts and the ability to nominate judges and Justices over the next 4 years.

#Thanks Biden #Joe Biden #politics #us politics #american politics #election 2024 #gun control #gun violence #LGBT rights #gay rights #Pride #housing #climate change

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vitoriadior · 6 days ago

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BUT MOMMY I LOVE HIM!

Clark Kent x Model!Reader

(Synopsis) Where your mom's opinion is the most important to you, but she thinks Clark is just another guy dating you to get a leg up on you—Clark does his best to convince her he's not.

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Clark knows your mom— Everyone knows your mom. It's not like she was the most iconic sex symbol of her generation of actresses. Your mother had a ton of famous boyfriends who fueled her reputation as the most desirable woman in her youth.

Clark liked your dad despite everything— A rockstar, a funny combination of a middle-aged punk and a hippie neighbor with lots of plants. Your father even played guitar just to impress Clark when you two had dinner with him. "Want to know what real punk rock is, kid?" Clark left that house, unable to believe this man was the same one who had left your mother in a "terrible depression."

However, your mother is way different from your father. Clark is afraid of her. Imagine that, she's so intimidating that she makes Superman feel small.

But you said she was important to you— And Clark would do anything for you. He knows that your mom's opinion has always been one of your priorities, and that she is literally your world. To your mother, you have always been her greatest treasure; from the day you were born until today, she has done everything in her power to make you happy. And anyone who hurts you in the slightest or most insignificant way will regret it.

So that's why you and Clark are in Montecito, California. Your private driver is taking you to your mother's propiety in—of course, the uptown part of the entire city. Clark has his eyes glued to the window, his hands feeling sweatier than ever.

"What did Wikipedia tell you about my mom that you're so scared of?" You smile, leaning between the seats to bump your shoulder against his. Clark hadn't just visited Wikipedia before coming here. He'd spent all night watching a YouTube compilation of 90s interviews that featured your mother.

"I'm insulted that you think Wikipedia is my most reliable source." Clark manages a smile before licking his lips and reaching for your hand almost instantly.

He'd mentally jotted down a few things about her for just this occasion:

1. Your mother is the most passive-aggressive woman on earth. She can't stand being laughed at or disrespected.

2. You are the best thing that's ever happened to her, in her own words.

And three, and perhaps most concerning: 3. She's a god-level misandrist. Like, no one jokes when they say this woman hates men.

"What did you tell her about me?" You shrug, remembering the last time you visited your mother and told her about Clark—well, maybe she didn't have the best reaction. But it's completely justified.

Your mom knows you. She's seen you cry and laugh for love your entire life. In special see you suffer through a string of boyfriends who only took advantage of you, who used you for fame or money. There's nothing your mother hates more than seeing you in feeling bad, so when you tell her Clark is a journalist, she doesn't have the best reaction to say at least

"Sweetheart, a journalist? Really, a journalist?" Your mother had snorted, shaking her head. "Sweetie, journalist are always the worst. They end up cheating on you for a promotion in exchange for an article badmouthing you."

But you still took Clark to California. Because you truly love him—and you want your mother to love him back because if she doesn't, you genuinely don't know what You're going to do. But you have faith that Clark can convince her, so you're a million times more relaxed than he is.

The housekeeper at your mother's mansion, Carmen, greets you with a warm smile. You hug the woman who was practically your nanny your entire childhood, as she says she's very happy to see you. Clark is politely introducing himself to the lady before his super-hearing alerts him that one—two—three dogs are running toward the stairs on the mansion's second floor. Before he can react, a bunch of barking makes him jump a little.

Another little tidbit he saw in that video about 50 random facts about the most iconic sex symbol of the 90s: your mother loves dogs. Not small, adorable dogs, but rather dogs that look like they could rip the skin off your face when they're mad.

"Fire this gentleman from my property, Carmen." Clark spots your mother standing at the top of the stairs: foxy eyes, big lips, and long hair adorned with a few gray strands. "He's a mediocre journalist looking for an exclusive."

"Mom, Clark doesn't—" you try to speak. But the dogs interrupt you with barks and growls at the man next to you. You feel so bad for Clark that you silently pray to heaven that your boyfriend doesn't hate you right now.

"I know what I'm saying, honey." Clark, on the other hand, stares at your mother, saying nothing, as if the words are stuck in his throat, threatening to spill out like verbal vomit. The kind of bad verbal vomit that makes you regret it later. "Men of his kind are the most disgusting trash on earth."

You run a nervous hand over your cheek. If only your mom would give Clark a chance! She would see that he's not like the others, that he loves you the way you love him, or even more. You swallow hard, preparing to try to persuade your mother, but Clark's voice rings out before yours.

"I'm not here looking for an exclusive, ma'am" Clark's face is that of a serious man, ready for anything. That expression of the strongest man in the world, capable of knocking down walls of brick or steel. "I came because I know your opinion is important to your daughter. I came because I'm capable of anything—anything, as long as she's happy."

Your mom murmurs a "That's what all men says," before Clark raises his voice, surprising you, Carmen, and no one else but your mother. "I can assure you that I'm nothing like the others. And if necessary, I'm willing to do anything. The truth is If I told you I deserve your daughter, it would be a lie."

"What are you doing here then? You say you don't deserve her, but you're here so—arrogant" It's like your mom is reflecting all her hatred for the male population on your poor boyfriend. " All my life I've dealt with people like you."

"Because I don't believe anyone in this world deserves her," your mother raises an eyebrow and with a single gesture makes the dogs stop growling. "But every day I try to be a better man, to get at least a little closer to what she deserves. So if you want to kick me out of your house—do it."

"But know that I won't stop trying and trying until you approve of me."

"That's so corny," she rolls her eyes. "I don't want words, kid. I want facts. Be a fucking man."

Carmen and you share a look that says the same thing: he raised his voice at your mother. And yet, he had been respectful. The last time a journalist raised their voice at your mother, there was an archive online of the lawsuit your mother filed against him and a video online of her slapping him.

But to yours and Carmen's surprise, your mother just turns and walks away. The dogs follow behind her.

Clark feels like his legs aren't working. He wobbles a little. But between you and Carmen, you manage to hold him up. Carmen lets out a small laugh and puts a hand on Clark's arm. "That means you both can stay for dinner, dear"

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Fuck yes more noncon writers, professor Jihyo getting harassed by her students would be good

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TWICE Jihyo X Students

Warning : Non Con Smut (please don't read if you don't like it, thanks!)

The faint scent of rain lingered in the air as Professor Park Jihyo stepped into the dimly lit classroom, her footsteps echoing off the polished wooden floor. She was a stark contrast to the dullness of the room, her chic black mini dress hugging her curves like a glove, the one-shoulder design revealing a hint of her toned shoulder. The soft rustle of her dress was the only sound in the otherwise silent room as she set down her briefcase and arranged her notes on the podium.

Her eyes scanned the room, noticing the way the male students' eyes lingered on her, their gazes hungry and unabashed. She felt a shiver of discomfort but brushed it off, focusing on the lesson ahead. She was used to the occasional stare, but today felt different—more intense, more predatory. Jihyo took a deep breath and began her lecture, her voice steady and professional, but the energy in the room remained charged.

After an hour of discussing complex theories and historical contexts, she glanced at the clock, relieved to find the class was almost over. The tension grew as the minutes ticked by, the atmosphere thickening like the humidity before a storm. When the bell finally rang, the female students gathered their belongings and filed out quickly, whispering among themselves. Jihyo packed up her notes, ignoring the stares that seemed to burn through her back.

"Professor Park, may I ask you a question about the assignment?" one of the male students called out, his voice a little too eager. She nodded, turning to face him as the last of the female students slipped out the door. His eyes traveled over her body, lingering on her legs, which the sheer tights did little to hide. "It's about the research paper," he said, trying to sound innocent, but his gaze gave away his true intentions.

Jihyo's heart raced as she approached him, her heels clicking with each step. "Certainly," she replied, her voice tight. "What seems to be the issue?" The other male students had gathered around now, their eyes feasting on her figure. She could feel the heat of their stares, and her discomfort grew as the last of the female students disappeared from view.

The student cleared his throat, his eyes never leaving her body. "I just wanted to make sure I understood the criteria correctly," he said, his voice thick with something other than academic concern. "It's about the sources we need to use, and the depth of analysis required." His friends leaned in closer, their expressions predatory.

Jihyo's eyes narrowed slightly, but she maintained her professional demeanor. "The instructions are quite clear," she said, her tone firm. "Use at least five scholarly sources, and your analysis should be critical and insightful." She took another step towards the podium, hoping to put some distance between herself and the encroaching group of men. "Is there something specific you're having trouble with?"

The student took a step closer, his hand brushing against her desk. "Well, I was just wondering if we could go over it together, you know, one-on-one," he suggested, a smarmy smile playing on his lips. The others chuckled, and she felt the first twinge of fear. The room had emptied, leaving only the echo of their muffled laughter.

"I'm sorry, but my office hours are reserved for all students to ask questions," she said, her voice a tad shakier than she'd like. "Now, if you'll all excuse me, I have another class to prepare for." She turned to leave, but before she could take a step, the same student reached out and gently placed a hand on her arm.

"Professor Park," he began, his voice dripping with fake charm, "I really need to discuss this with you privately. It's quite urgent." His grip tightened slightly, and Jihyo felt the beginnings of a panic attack. She glanced around the room, searching for an escape, but the curtains had been drawn, and the door was now blocked by the towering forms of his friends.

"Let go of me," she demanded, her voice a mix of fear and anger. The student's smile never wavered as he leaned in closer. "We're just trying to get to know our professor better, that's all." His breath was hot on her neck, and she could feel the fabric of his sweater brushing against her bare shoulder.

The student chuckled, his eyes darkening. "Come on, Professor, don't be so cold. We're just showing some appreciation for how hard you work." His friends closed in, their smirks widening.

Jihyo's pulse raced, her mind racing even faster. She had to get out of here. She tried to keep her voice steady as she addressed the group, "I think you've misunderstood the situation. This is not appropriate behavior." Her voice was firm, but she couldn't hide the tremble in it.

The leader of the pack, the one holding her arm, leaned in closer, his breath hot on her ear. "You're so pretty when you're flustered, Professor," he whispered, his tone a toxic blend of mockery and lust. His grip tightened, and she felt a shiver of fear run down her spine.

Jihyo's eyes searched the room, desperately looking for a way out. Her heart was racing so fast she could feel it in her throat, but she forced herself to stay calm. "I'm not here for your entertainment," she said firmly, her voice carrying the authority she wished she felt. "Now, let go of me."

The student didn't budge. Instead, he leaned in even closer, his breath hot on her skin. "Oh, but Professor, you're so much more than entertainment." His free hand reached out, tracing the line of her hip before resting on her ass. "You're a role model. A goddess. And we just want to show you how much we appreciate that."

Jihyo felt bile rise in her throat as she jerked away, her eyes flashing with anger. "You're crossing a line," she spat, her voice shaking with restrained fury. "Let go of me right now!"

The student's smile turned into a sneer as he tightened his grip, his friends closing in around her. The room was suffocating, the air thick with their cologne and lust. Jihyo knew she had to act fast before they could overwhelm her. She swung her briefcase, aiming for the closest face, but it was caught by another student, who chuckled as he yanked it out of her grasp.

"Now, now, Professor," the ringleader said, his eyes glinting with excitement. "Don't be like that. We're just showing you how much we admire you." His hand slid up her side, cupping one of her breasts over her dress. She gasped, the material of the dress giving way slightly, and she could feel the coldness of his hand through her bra.

Jihyo's mind was a whirlwind of fear and anger. She had to do something, anything to get out of this situation. She took a step back, trying to put some space between them, but the circle of students only tightened. "You need to stop," she warned, her voice shaking. "This is harassment, and I won't tolerate it."

The students ignored her protests, their eyes gleaming with excitement. One of them stepped closer, his hand reaching out to touch the sequins on her dress. "It's just a little fun," he said, his voice low and taunting. "You're so beautiful, Professor. We can't help ourselves."

Jihyo's eyes searched the room for an escape, but the path was blocked. She felt a hand slide up her thigh, and she gasped, her skin crawling. "Get your hands off me," she snapped, trying to push the students away. But they only laughed, their grip on her growing stronger.

"What's the matter, Professor?" the ringleader cooed, his thumb circling her nipple through the fabric of her dress. "We're just giving you some extra credit." His friends chuckled, their hands roaming her body with no regard for her boundaries. Jihyo felt a surge of adrenaline, and she knew she had to act.

With a swift move, she brought her knee up, catching the student in the groin. He yelped in pain, his grip on her arm loosening. She used the opportunity to break free, pushing her way through the crowd. But they were too strong, too eager. They grabbed at her dress, her hair, trying to pull her back.

The fabric of her dress began to give way, the seams straining under the pressure of their rough hands. The sound of tearing fabric filled the room, and Jihyo felt a rush of cold air as her dress ripped open, exposing her lacy black lingerie to their leering eyes. She stumbled backward, trying to cover herself with her arms, her cheeks flaming with humiliation.

"Look at her, guys," one of the students sneered, his eyes raking over her exposed body. "Professor Park isn't so high and mighty now, is she?" The others jeered, closing in like a pack of hyenas.

Jihyo's instincts took over as she backed away, her eyes wild with fear. The room seemed to spin, the walls closing in around her. Her hands searched for anything to use as a shield or a weapon, but the desks had been pushed aside, leaving her vulnerable. "I'm warning you," she managed, her voice strained, "I'll call campus security."

The threat had no effect on the students, who only laughed harder, their eyes alight with the thrill of the hunt. As she reached for her bag to grab her phone, the ringleader was faster. He lunged forward, catching her wrist and twisting it painfully. "No need for that, Professor," he said, his grin turning malicious. He yanked the bag away and tossed it aside. "We're going to have a little private tutoring session."

Her eyes widened in panic, and she opened her mouth to scream, but it was already too late. Another student grabbed the torn fabric of her dress and shoved it into her mouth, effectively silencing her protests. She felt the material knot against the back of her throat, making her gag and her eyes water.

With surprising strength, she thrashed and tried to fight back, but the students were too many, their hands too strong. They held her arms behind her back, forcing her against the cold, unforgiving blackboard. The chalk dust tickled her nose, and she struggled to breathe through the fabric that was now a makeshift gag.

Her eyes watered as she watched him approach, the belt in his hand. He smirked, enjoying her fear, and she felt the warmth of his breath on her skin as he leaned down to whisper, "This will keep you from causing any trouble." With a swift, practiced motion, he secured her wrists, binding them behind her back. She struggled, but the leather held firm, the buckle digging into her flesh.

With a collective grunt, the students hoisted her up, her legs kicking wildly. They swung her once, twice, the world becoming a blur of desks and books, before releasing her. She felt a moment of weightlessness, followed by the harsh impact of the floor. The wind was knocked out of her, and she lay there, gasping for breath, her cheek pressed against the cold tiles.

Her vision cleared in time to see the ringleader undoing his pant, the metal zip echoing through the now-silent room. His eyes never left hers, the malicious grin still etched onto his face as he pulled down his pants, revealing his erect cock. The other students followed suit, their own arousal evident as they stepped closer, their eyes never leaving the vulnerable form of Professor Jihyo.

The sight of them disrobing sent a wave of terror through her. She thrashed and kicked, trying to get away, but their grip was unrelenting. One of them grabbed her ankles, his hands rough on her smooth skin as he held her legs apart. Another pulled at her tights, the delicate fabric giving way with a sickening rip, exposing her to their hungry gazes.

The ringleader knelt down between her legs, his hands gripping her thighs as he pushed them wider apart. Jihyo's breath hitched in her throat as his thumb found her clit through the damp fabric of her panties. He began to rub it in slow, deliberate circles, his eyes never leaving hers. The sensation was unwelcome, the intimacy of the touch repulsive, but she couldn't help the way her body reacted, the way the fear and disgust melded with a begrudging arousal.

The other students had formed a tight circle around her, their erections bobbing in time with their racing hearts. They watched with greedy eyes as their leader touched her, their hands moving to their own crotches to start stroking themselves. The sight of their pleasure was like a knife to her soul, a reminder of how utterly powerless she was in this situation.

Jihyo's eyes filled with tears as the ringleader's thumb continued to work her clit, his touch a cruel parody of the gentle caresses she craved from a partner who truly cared for her. She could feel the fabric of her lingerie growing damp, the heat building between her legs despite the horror of what was happening. She closed her eyes, trying to block out the sight of her tormentors, but their heavy breathing and the sound of their hands on their cocks only served to heighten the sensations.

Her body betrayed her, responding to the unwelcome touch despite her mind's protests. She could feel the tension in her abdomen, the familiar ache of arousal that she despised in this moment. The ringleader leaned in closer, his breath hot against her skin as he whispered, "You're going to be our cumdump, enjoy it Professor Park." The words were like a slap, sending a wave of disgust through her.

The other students had formed a tight semi-circle around her, their erections jutting out like weapons of war. They began to stroke themselves in time with the ringleader's movements, their eyes glued to the show before them. Jihyo's body was their plaything, a toy to be used for their pleasure. She felt their gazes like a thousand tiny needles piercing her soul, each stroke of their hands a violation.

Her eyes searched the floor, looking for anything that could help her. But all she saw was the cold, unforgiving reality of her situation. Her body was responding, her breath coming in quick gasps. She bit down on the fabric of her dress, trying to muffle the noises she didn't want to make, the noises that would only spur them on.

The ringleader's thumb increased its pace, his eyes never leaving hers. She could see the excitement in his pupils, the thrill of having her, their professor, at his mercy. His other hand reached down to slip inside her panties, and she felt the coldness of his skin against her wetness. She whimpered, the sound muffled by the makeshift gag.

Jihyo's thoughts raced. She couldn't let this happen. She had to do something, anything, to escape. With a surge of strength fueled by desperation, she bucked her hips, trying to dislodge him. But he was too strong, too determined. He chuckled darkly, his thumb pressing harder against her clit, the pain and pleasure melding together into a toxic cocktail that made her stomach churn.

Forcefully, he shoved two of his thick fingers inside her cunt, the roughness of his skin scraping against her sensitive walls. She couldn't hold back the cry of pain and humiliation that tore from her throat, the sound muffled by the fabric. He didn't stop there. He began to pump his fingers in and out of her, the rhythm growing faster and more brutal with each thrust. His other hand curled around the plump flesh of her ass, and with a sadistic smirk, he raised it to deliver a hard smack.

The impact made her whole body jolt, the pain shooting through her like a bolt of lightning. Her ass cheek burned, and she could feel the imprint of his hand as if it was branded onto her skin. But he wasn't satisfied with just one. He continued to spank her, his hand landing with a series of sharp smacks that grew in intensity until her skin was swollen and red. She could feel the heat radiating from the spot, and she knew that if she could see herself, she'd be horrified at the sight of her own body.

Her eyes locked onto the ring of students surrounding her, their own arousal palpable. One of them had stepped closer, his eyes glued to her bouncing breasts. He reached out tentatively, as if afraid she might bite, and brushed the pad of his thumb over her nipple. It hardened beneath his touch, and she felt a bolt of unwanted pleasure shoot through her body.

The student's eyes grew wide as he watched her reaction, and then he grinned, emboldened by her body's betrayal. He leaned in, his breath hot against her chest, and Jihyo felt a surge of revulsion. He reached behind her and with one swift move, unclasped her bra, letting her heavy breasts spill out into his eager hands. He took one in his hand, squeezing it like it was a squishy ball, his eyes never leaving hers as he enjoyed her unwilling display of vulnerability.

Another student stepped forward, his hand shaking with excitement as he reached out to touch her. He traced the line of her neck with his index finger, his eyes glued to the soft mounds of her breasts. He leaned in, his nose mere inches from her cleavage, and took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of her arousal. She felt his hot breath against her skin and had to fight the urge to gag.

With a grin that sent chills down her spine, he stepped back, unzipping his own pants. He pulled out his cock, already thick and engorged. Jihyo's eyes widened in horror as he began to stroke himself, his eyes never leaving hers. The sound of his hand moving up and down the shaft filled the room, a sickening soundtrack to her nightmare.

"Look at me, Professor," he demanded, his voice low and commanding. Jihyo's eyes flicked up, unable to look away from the obscene display. His strokes grew quicker, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He was close, she could tell, and she braced herself for what was to come.

The student leaned over her, his cock just an inch from her nose. His hand moved with a feverish intensity, and she could feel the warmth of his breath on her face. The scent of his arousal filled her nostrils, and she wanted to gag. The room was spinning, the world narrowing down to this one, horrific moment.

And then it happened. With a grunt, the student came, spurting his hot seed onto her face. The salty warmth splattered across her cheek, her forehead, and into her hair. She squeezed her eyes shut, but not before catching a glimpse of his triumphant grin. The others cheered, their excitement only growing. The sticky fluid trickled down her face, a degrading reminder of her powerlessness.

As the ringleader's minion stepped back, another took his place, his phone out and ready to capture every humiliating second. His thumb hovered over the record button, his eyes gleaming with excitement. The coldness of the screen pressed against her skin as he positioned it to get the best angle. Jihyo's heart sank. This wasn't just a moment of horror to be endured and forgotten. This would be a permanent record, a digital trophy for these monsters to share and revel in.

The camera rolled, the red light a silent, mocking eye that bore into her soul. She could feel the lens zoom in on her face, capturing the fear, the pain, and the betrayal that swirled in her eyes. The sound of the recording filled the room, a cold digital click that seemed to amplify every ragged breath she took. The ringleader chuckled, his eyes never leaving hers as he watched the scene unfold from the screen.

One by one, the students approached, their cocks hard and eager. They took turns, their hands trembling with excitement as they painted her body with their sticky, white fluid. Each time, she felt a fresh wave of humiliation crash over her, the reality of her situation becoming more and more unbearable. The first spurted onto her chest, the second onto her face, the third onto her breasts. She closed her eyes, trying to block out the sight, but she could feel the warmth spreading across her skin, a brand of their conquest.

The fourth and fifth students aimed for her thighs, the coolness of their cum a stark contrast to the heat of their lust. The sensation was like a thousand tiny pinpricks, each one a reminder of her helplessness. She could feel the stickiness of it seep into her high stockings, the fabric that are clinging to her skin. The sixth and seventh focused on her ass, the wetness of their cum sliding down her cheeks and pooling around the waistband of her torn panties.

Jihyo's eyes remained tightly shut, but she couldn't escape the sounds of their pleasure, the wet smacks of flesh meeting flesh, the grunts and gasps that filled the room. She could feel the warmth of their semen on her skin, the sticky mess that was slowly spreading across her body. The eighth student took his time, stroking himself as he stared at her sexy tight lingerie. He leaned in, whispering obscenities into her ear, his breath hot and wet. And when he finally came, it was with a roar that sent shivers down her spine, the first ropes of cum splattering onto her inner thighs.

The last student, the ringleader, stepped forward, his cock rock hard. He grabbed the fabric still stuffed in her mouth and yanked it out with a cruel smirk. She coughed and gagged, her mouth open in shock and horror. Without a moment's hesitation, he shoved his dick inside, choking her as he began to fuck her mouth. She tried to resist, to push him away, but his grip on her neck was like iron, cutting off her air supply. She could feel the veins in her throat bulging as she struggled to breathe.

Jihyo's eyes watered, her vision blurring as she fought the panic that threatened to overwhelm her. His cock was thick and unyielding, filling her mouth completely, the taste of him making her want to retch. She could feel the pulse of his arousal against her tongue, the way he enjoyed her pain, her fear. The pressure grew, the room spinning around her, and she realized with a sickening clarity that she might pass out if he didn't release her soon.

Her hands were bound behind her back, so she couldn't push him away. Her legs were spread, her body on full display for the other students, who watched with a mix of horror and fascination. She could hear the wet sounds of his cock sliding in and out of her mouth, the slap of his balls against her chin. Her jaw grew sore from the relentless pounding, and she could feel her mouth stretching to accommodate his size.

The ringleader's grip on her throat tightened, and she felt the first spark of true panic. She couldn't breathe, couldn't scream, couldn't do anything but take the abuse. The room was spinning, and dark spots danced before her eyes. Just when she thought she couldn't take any more, he pulled out, a line of saliva connecting his cock to her mouth. She gasped for air, choking and coughing, the taste of him still strong on her tongue.

He grinned, his eyes gleaming with malicious pleasure. Then, without warning, he slapped her face hard, the sound echoing in the room like a gunshot. Jihyo's head snapped to the side, pain blooming on her cheek. Before she could react, he slapped her again, and again, the sharp sting of his palm against her skin sending shockwaves through her body.

Her eyes watered, and she felt a warm trickle of blood seep from the corner of her mouth. The ringleader leaned in, his cock still slick with her saliva. He slapped her face once more, but this time with the full length of his erection. The pain was exquisite, a mix of agony and degradation that made her want to weep. But she wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

With a sadistic smirk, he slapped her again, his dick hitting her cheek with a wet smack that made her stomach heave. And again, his movements growing more and more forceful, as if he was trying to imprint his dominance onto her very soul. Jihyo's eyes remained locked with his, a silent scream trapped behind her gag, her body trembling with fear and anger.

The ringleader's friends watched with a mix of excitement and unease, their own orgasms forgotten as they awaited the grand finale of their twisted spectacle. The anticipation was palpable, a thick tension that seemed to coil around her throat, choking her. And then, with a final brutal thrust, he pushed his cock back into her mouth, so deep she felt the head hit the back of her throat. She gagged, her eyes watering as she struggled to breathe, her tongue pinned against the roof of her mouth.

The pressure built, and she knew what was coming. With a triumphant grunt, he came, his warm cum flooding her mouth. She couldn't help but swallow, the salty taste filling her senses, making her stomach churn. He held her head in place, forcing her to take every last drop, his eyes never leaving hers, drinking in her humiliation. When he was finished, he pulled out with a wet pop, a strand of cum connecting his cock to her swollen lips.

With a smirk, he wiped his cock clean on her cheek before tucking it back into his pants. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, his thumbs moving deftly across the screen. Jihyo felt a cold dread fill her as she watched him tap out a message, his grin growing wider by the second. And then, with a cruel flourish, he leaned down and whispered in her ear, "You're going to be famous, Professor."

The ringleader snapped a photo, capturing her in her most degrading and vulnerable state. Her eyes were wide with shock and fear, her makeup smeared by the cum and tears. Her dress was torn, her breasts spilling out of her ruined lingerie, and her legs were still splayed open, revealing her wet pussy. The picture was a testament to their power over her, a trophy of their depravity.

With a wicked grin, he opened the student group chat on his phone and added her to the conversation. He watched as her phone vibrated with the notification, the screen lighting up with the message. Jihyo's eyes followed his movements, understanding what he was doing. The realization of what was to come only served to heighten her panic.

He held up his phone, the picture of her displayed proudly for all to see. "Everyone," he announced, his voice dripping with satisfaction, "meet our newest member, Professor Jihyo." He posted the image, and she watched in horror as it uploaded, the spinning wheel of doom sealing her fate. The chat exploded with messages, a cacophony of emojis and lewd comments from the members that made her want to vomit.

"Remember, Professor," he continued, his hand stroking the length of her cheek with the same hand that had just moments ago been wrapped around his cock, "everytime we want you, you have to come, like a dog." His words were a vile promise, a declaration of ownership that sent a chill down her spine. "And if you don't," he leaned in, his breath hot against her ear, "you'll be a famous star, not just in this college, but online."

The threat was clear, the implication terrifying. Jihyo's heart hammered in her chest as she took in the leering faces of her tormentors. The room was a haze of lust and malice, and she knew she was fighting a battle she could not win.

THE END

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headmate-ideas · 7 months ago

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🐇 HEADMATE TEMPLATE 🎀

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✦ Name(s): Lily, Sunny, Joy ✦ Pronouns: she/her, it/its, they/them, x/xs/xself, bun/buns/bunself ✦ Species: rabbit ✦ Age: same as body, age regresses to 5-13 ✦ Role(s): sysregressor, curadare, companion, delight, paichmate, happiness holder, mood booster ✦ Labels: agender, femme, bi, xenogender ✦ Xenos: flowers, sweets, rabbits ✦ Interests/likes: video games, lolita fashion, anthro art ✦ Dislikes: conflict ✦ Music taste: goth rock, desert rock, symphonic rock ✦ Aesthetic(s): sweet lolita, floral aesthetic, candycore ✦ Objectum attraction(s): plushes, dresses ✦ Kins: daisies, mice, clouds ✦ Emoji proxy: 🐇🎀 ✦ Details:

Lily is a fluffy white rabbit who alternates between an anthro form, a talking animal form, and a plush form. She is an age regressor who regresses to between 5 and 10 years old, but sometimes as old as 13. She gets along well with the other age regressors of her system, and when she is regressed to an older age, she sometimes takes care of the younger regressors while also regressed herself. Age regression activities Lily enjoys include cuddling plushes, playing dress-up games, and watching nostalgic videos. It also enjoys video games of all kinds. Their default mood is a happy one, and unless there are external stressors, they tend to make the system happier just by being in front. When they are in their anthro form, they wear sweet lolita dresses in shades of blue with floral and candy prints.

[These can be edited and changed as needed, and headmates will almost definitely not turn out EXACTLY as described.]

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Trump had given Musk and his operatives carte blanche to tap any unclassified system they pleased. One of their first stops: a database previously breached more than a decade ago by alleged Chinese cyberspies that contained investigative files on tens of millions of US government employees. Other storehouses thrown open to DOGE may have included federal workers’ tax records, biometric data, and private medical histories, such as treatment for drug and alcohol abuse; the cryptographic keys for restricted areas at federal facilities across the country; the personal testimonies of low-income-housing recipients; and granular detail on the locations of particularly vulnerable children. What did DOGE want with this kind of information? None of it seemed relevant to Musk’s stated aim of identifying waste and fraud, multiple government finance, IT, and security specialists told WIRED. But in treating the US government itself as a giant dataset, the experts said, DOGE could help the Trump administration accomplish another goal: to gather much of what the government knows about a given individual, whether a civil servant or an undocumented immigrant, in one easily searchable place. WIRED spoke with more than 150 current and former federal employees, experts, and Musk supporters across more than 20 agencies to expose the inner workings of DOGE. Many of these sources requested anonymity to speak candidly about what DOGE has done—and what it might do next.

Inside Elon Musk’s ‘Digital Coup’ | WIRED

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suigenerisisadiva · 2 months ago

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If the Batfam had a Reality Show: Feat. Batsis!Reader <3

Pairing: Batfam/Batboys x Batsis!reader

Content: Swearing, use of Y/N, A/N: Isn't necessarily a part 2 to my previous posts...I just felt like writing this lmao, if my other posts get a lot of likes I'll post part 2's, but here are the links to my previous ones: - Who in the house would you not let your child date? - Crazy Shit Y/N Wayne has done: A list Also guys: I LOVE BANANA MILK

🖤 THE WAYNE FAMILY: TRAUMA, TRUST FUNDS & TIARAS 🖤 A luxury fuelled, espresso-stained reality series brought you by W! Entertainment (Do ya'll get it?)

[OPENING SCENE: Theme Song Over Slow-Mo Glam Shots]

Flashing paparazzi. Designer heels on marble floors. One (1) feral sibling wrestling someone off-camera. Cut to black SUVS, Steph falls into pool. Tim is asleep in the confessional booth. The screen reads:

They have money. They have issues. And now they have a camera crew.

NARRATOR (deep, petty voice):

“Gotham’s richest family is stepping into the spotlight — and out of therapy.” “With enough money to buy a continent and enough drama to fill Arkham, the Waynes are ready to serve trauma, trust funds… and tiaras.” “This… is their world.” [cue sparkly logo sequence: “THE WAYNE FAMILY: TRAUMA, TRUST FUNDS & TIARAS”]

SCENE - WAYNE MANOR KITCHEN (Camera pans to obnoxiously expensive kitchen, wherein Stephanie is trying to open a sauce bottle, Tim is aggressively typin away at his laptop, and Jason walks in.) Jason: The hell are you doing Steph? Steph: *Tryna pry open a sauce jar* Watch me cook Jason Jason: *Unimpressed* Tim: Why is anybody speaking it's like 2PM [Y/N]: *With the rage of a small chihuahua* WHO THE HELL DRANK MY BANANA MILK, IT WAS LABELLED WITH MY NAME AND A SKULL. Damian: *Pouring milk into Titus' bowl*

CONFESSIONAL CAM: [Y/N] (Your sat on a luxury chair, somewhere in the Manor Library, hoodie on, legs criss crossed, drinking Banana milk)

Producers: Y/N, how is it like living with your family?

You: Like living in a luxury zoo to be honest, people think we're elegant rich., but we're tacky rich, we have a private jet and a yacht, and Dad has like 7 McLarens but we have zero communication skills, I actually watched Tim cry because he thought Titus' ground beef kibble were coffee grounds.

CONFESSIONAL CAM: TIM

Tim: Okay, lowkey it wasn't even that bad-

CONFESSIONAL CAM: DICK (Dick is shirtless, exercising in the gym room)

Producers: So Richard, what's on the family agenda this weekend? Dick: Hopefully a family dinner I can plan and manage, because literally if I don't schedule this or brunch every week, we all forget we're related. And Stephanie doesn't want BatCow to be present because BatCow confuses Steph's hair for the premium hay Damian feeds her. You know sometimes I can't even with these people-

ENDING SCENE – DINNER (CHAOS)

(Dick is attempting to make a toast. Jason is drinking out of a wine glass full of Mountain Dew. Tim is asleep with his head on the table. Steph brought chips. Cass is gone. Damian is holding a sword. Y/N texting someone under the table.)

Dick: To family. (no one responds) Dick (again): To family?

You: Sorry I was distracted. My ex just got arrested and it’s literally not my fault this time.

NARRATOR:

“Next time on Trauma, Trust Funds & Tiaras...” – Bruce finds out the cameras caught him crying during Mamma Mia 2 – Jason crashes a golf cart whilst Y/N is gifted a new Mercedes-Maybach GLS 600 – Y/N and Steph start a petty war over iced coffee right before an important gala – Damian threatens legal action – Tim gets locked on the roof again

They're rich. They're reckless. And they're related. Gotham City's hottest messes aren't in jail.... they're in high society!

STAY TUNED FOR THE NEXT EPISODE OF THE WAYNES; TRAUMA, TRUST FUNDS & TIARAS!

MORE TO COME ON WN! ENTERTAINMENT

LMFAO I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOYED THIS

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norrisainz33 · 1 year ago

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Private || CS55

☆ summary: the internet is buzzing when carlos is caught with a mystery girl during summer break

☆ pairing: carlos sainz x female!private!reader

☆ fc: none, pics from pinterest

☆ warnings: ever so slightly suggestive, you are responsible for the content you consume

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F1Gossip: BREAKING Carlos Sainz has been caught leaving restaurant in Madrid with mystery girl. Sources from the restaurant have said they do not recognize her.

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user1: alright internet do your thing

user2: when will it be my turn

user3: maybe she doesn’t want to be recognized!!

user4: this!!! lets respect everyone’s privacy

user5: you know that isn’t gonna happen f1twt is a different breed

user6: alright walk with me here. remember the girl who was at the spanish grand prix that was photographed having a conversation with carlos and he looked all giggly and happy and hugged her in a way that felt very not casual but we all just collectively assumed she was an influencer and to ignore her? this girl kinda looks like her

user7: now you might be on to something here

user16: seems like a stretch

user8: quick someone search the photo and see if she is an influencer

user9: from all i can find she’s not. i think i found her insta it’s ynuser and it looks like carlos, charles, some other wags and lando all follow it but she only has like 300 followers.

user10: oh that has to be her! the girl in the profile pic looks just like this girl and everyone follows her so it has to be

user11: i can’t find any other information on her other than the insta profile

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ynuser: calm before the storm (storm of fans who found me in under 2 hours and are flooding my follow requests)

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yourbff: you think you just fell out of a coconut tree??

ynuser: 🥥🌴

carmenmundt: welcome to the club gorgeous 🤍 you’ll get used to it (eventually.. maybe…. not really)

ynuser: at least i have you ❤️

carlossainz55: my beautiful princesa 🥰

ynuser: my 55 😍

landonorris: they found you quicker than i did and i had a head start

ynuser: you eventually got here mate

scuderiaferrari: does this mean you’ll join us in the paddock next weekend then?

charlesleclerc: leo wants you to meet you y/n

ynuser: i guess if leo and admin want me there i can be brave

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carlossainz55: summer break you were so good to me. now let’s win some races!

Vacaciones de verano, fuiste muy bueno conmigo. Ahora vamos a ganar algunas carreras.

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user11: i’m foaming at the mouth

user13: vacation carlos hits different

user22: that old money charm 😫😮‍💨

user14: 3RD PIC 3RD PIC 3RD PIC

user16: OMG IS THAT Y/N

user17: looks like it 😭

scuderiaferrari: can’t wait to have you back on track 💪🏻

landonorris: smooth carlos, real smooth

carlossainz55: they don’t call me smooth operator for nothing!

user15: lando please share with the class

user17: my goat

Carlos Sainz and rumored new girlfriend, Y/N - everything you need to know

By F1Gossip Contributor

Rumors have been swirling around the paddock this week as summer break comes to a close and the drivers are set to make their return this weekend. Ferrari driver, Carlos Sainz, was caught at the beginning of the break leaving a posh dinner with a mystery girl. Since then the pair have been spotted out at dinner again, in a coffee shop and even driving around in Monaco.

Fans have been speculating that the mystery girl is, Y/N Y/L/N and the most recent sightings of the two in Monaco all but confirms this.

Now you may be wondering - who is Y/N? Y/N is your normal corporate girly by all accounts. Our sources have shared that Y/N met Carlos by chance one night in Australia while she was on vacation and he was out celebrating with some drivers. Not much is known about her - she’s from [home country], works as a [insert job] and has been with Carlos for at least a few months now. Currently all of her socials are private.

Carlos soft launched their relationship via instagram just a few days ago. We have to wonder - will we see Y/N in the paddock this weekend?

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lilymhe: YAYA please come to williams asap

ynuser: on my way 🏃🏻‍♀️

carlossainz55: race days look good on you mi amor

ynuser: 🥹 thank you carlito. i think i like this whole race weekend thing

carlossainz55: good because you’ve got passes for the rest of the races this season and every season after that 😉

scuderiaferrari: bellisima

yourbff: please remember me when you’re a niche micro internet celebrity ❤️

ynuser: ill never forget you

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F1Gossip: BREAKING Y/N Y/L/N has made her instagram public! Looks like she is joining Ferrari this weekend to cheer on Carlos.

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user17: beautiful aesthetic queen omg

user18: no bc she’s goals

user19: you don’t understand shes perfect 😭

user20: clout chaser

user21: right? she’s gotta be after the money

user23: she has a literal university degree and a full time job. i think she’s doing just fine without him

user12: screaming crying throwing up

user13: brb taking notes from Y/N

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ynuser: hes so pretty when he goes down on me 🎶

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user12: the absolute power move that is that caption

user13: this being her first public post is iconic

carlossainz55: making quite an entrance now aren’t you 😂

ynuser: what can i say 🤷🏻‍♀️

scuderiaferrari: guess it’s time for media training!

user19: noooo don’t train the spice out of her 😭

landonorris: thanks for the visual mate

user14: LANDOSNDK

ynuser: 🤭

alexandrasaintmleux: great song choice 🤭

ynuser: thanks for the inspo 😉

user10: god i’ve seen what you have done for others

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angelesca · 4 months ago

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w.c. ~6.5k me? GONGAGA | (assasin) blade x gn!reader | warning for mild yandere, vague descriptions of injuries, red string of fate, everyone ships you and blade (guardian angel? more like boyfriend), reader fights for their life, xianzhou cast and stellaron hunters being stupid, silly as usual, skott is your (ex)fiance LUL💔exploring blade's past (some character study), reader implied to be yingxing's past lover reincarnated, a sidedish (whole lot) of angst, implied memory loss from mara

footnotes are included at the end of the post, including Chinese myths and proverbs :)

a/n: ignore the fact that the hair and eye is flipped😀and me using proper grammer? insane. happy 100+ followers!!! congrats again to blade for winning the poll, still the man of our dreams huhu BLADE SMOOCHERS LESGOOOOOO!!!

inspired by [touch within the abyss] (ILOVETHISMANGA SOMCUH), listening to [heavens official's blessing's] soundtrack while writing and editing was AMAZING omgg, and blade using butter knives as weapons was def taken from [black butler] lol

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User 'Lacking_in_everything_but_muscles_General' has requested: Oho? A potential challenger to test the results of my training? Come, fight me! ↳ User 'XxEradicator_Of_Dust360xX' replied: Please stop using Jiaoqiu as a barbell. User 'grandpa!stop_doting_on_me' has requested: Uncle, can you find a pink-haired girl for me? She's skipping her training again... (；⌣̀_⌣́) Oh, leave her alive too, please. ٩(◕‿◕｡)۶ User 'Mr.ColdFeet' has left a review: Dearest customer, thank you for ordering the '10x "Belobogian-sourced" strawberry milk drink!! Here, I'll leave you a good review as token of my appreciation~ [Deleted by moderator] User 'HealerLadyIsTheBest1': Hey, how is this website legal?😡Cease your business at once, I'm getting too many patients! User 'mostsanestbladefan' has requested: rerun when💔 ↳ Mod 'SW#GU2055#addme' replied: lmao

... Seems trustworthy enough. Although, why is everyone talking as if this was a hiring for a hitman? Wasn't this a fortune teller who can alter red string fates? Bah, whatever. This may be your last chance of escape, and you are desperate.

You press the request button and start typing:

Guest_User#1002 has requested: Hello, may I ask to book a session for me and my insufferable-loser-of-a-fiance?

Ping! A reply already? A private chat has been created. You click on it.

Mod 'SW_was_here(^_−)☆' replied: Your full name.

You type it out.

Mod 'SW_was_here(^_−)☆' is typing...

...

They completely stop. "Huh?"

Mod 'SW_was_here(^_−)☆' is typing...

...

Mod 'SW_was_here(^_−)☆' replied: Sorry.

“Haha! I like to bully my subordinates, haha! Oink, oink– o–oops, f–force of habit,” Skott, yes, Lyndon Skott, your “insufferable-loser-of-a-fiance” wipes his mouth as if hoping to erase his words. If only it was possible to erase his entire existence too. “Anyways, fetch me my dog feed."

Out of all people, Skott is the worst possible candidate known to man. Stomach and back pains, cramps, coughs, sneezing. Every side effect ailed you anytime he did anything, as if you were an illness and the universe was trying to cough you out of its immune system.

“Here,” you say detachedly, handing it over.

Skott does a double-take. “This is... a ray gun? Where did you even get this?”

Oops. That was supposed to your last resort. “I think we're out, Skott. Your eating habits cost too much, even a dog doesn't eat twenty packs everyday.”

Skott suddenly stands up, hands on hips. “Why, you seem so tired,” Duh. “Well, it's nothing that I, Skott, the best possible candidate known to man, can't solve,” he pushes his lips together, leaning towards you. “C'mere... kissy kiss–”

You pinch his cheek before he could do anything. Skott whimpers pathetically. “I'm gonna go out and buy some dinner,” you grumble, immediately walking off.

“O–o-oink!”

Your phone blinks at you. You groan. Why did they ghost you? What's wrong with your name?

“Might as well buy more dog food too...” you mumble sourly, heading off to your usual supplier around the corner.

The store owner enthusiastically greets you, rubbing their hands together. “My, my, how lovely to see you again, my dear. Here to buy more food for your chihuahua? Haha, he sure does eat a lot for a small breed dog!”

You force a crooked smile, feeling crazy for having to lie about your fiance being a dog. “Yep... I'm here again... sadly.”

“Your chihuahua prefers wet food, right? Why don't you take a look at this new product? The texture of the loaf is incredibly soft—perfect for their jaws—which makes for easy consumption. High-quality lean meats mixed with fats, an ideal diet for a high-energy dog.”

Skott being as insane as he is would eat anything. “I'll try this one out.”

“Amazing!” The store owner beams, grinning. “Your boyfriend seems to agree too!”

“Boyfriend?” Did Skott follow you? No way. Skott doesn't walk; he marches to announce his presence with pride—there's no way you didn't hear his obnoxiously loud footsteps.

Ping! A chill runs down your back.

Mod 'SW_was_here(^_−)☆' replied: Behind you.

“AAAH!!” A sching! flies past your ears, a clear sound shot straight, streamlined, like a bullet. You dodge the sword aiming for your head, lodged in the wall against your back, dog food in hand.

The pathway you escaped along reclined into the shadows the further you ran, a detached wing from the body of Aurum Alley. An abandoned passage. Yet, two pairs of footsteps treaded the ground—one too many.

“W-who are you? I’ve done nothing wrong! I make sure to eat all my veggies- OH!” you swivel in time to miss the sharp object that would’ve hit your ankle. You look down. “A butter knife?!”

“Why are you running from me?” the voice calls out.

“Why are you trying to kill me?!” you shout back.

A pair of crimson eyes unravel behind the curtain of shadows. Highlighted with a target on your head, the spotlight shines on you, casted as the main character by this stranger.

They approach, way too close for your liking. A daunting waft of smoke and metal haunts the life out of the air, making it almost hard to breathe. Moonlight descends his hair, a silk ladder, ropes of dark strands rolling over his shoulders.

Stuck in a limbo with no escape. Great. “... Anything but the dog food... Skott throws a fit when he doesn't get his daily fix,” you mumble, pushing yourself onto the wall as far as you can, hoping to blend into it.

A smirk on his lips. A phone is suddenly shoved in your face. You groan at the brightness, cutting your vision into a thin strip of magnifying glass as you squint.

Mod 'SW_was_here(^_−)☆': Is this the target?

There's picture of you leaving the house.

Guest_User#1001 replied: Yes! Get'em already!!💥

“Me?” You cannot believe your eyes. “Someone requested a hit on me?”

Guest_User#1001: Teehee

You’ve tried everything to escape. Firstly, you ran around the neighbourhood like a headless chicken, yet his legs easily erased the distance, tormenting your back with his glare.

Attempted bribing with berrypheasant skewers? Failed. Songlotus cake? Nope. Steamed puffergoat milk? His eyes flicked to it for a moment. Almost.

And throughout everything, all you heard was an onslaught of hmphs and grunts rolling boulders over you, crushing your dignity in mocking. Save for the one instance he muttered his name to you, Blade.

Qingque, your fellow co-slacker worker, points a finger behind you, her face puckered. “Who the hell is that?”

“Don’t mind him,” you groan. Surroundings swirl, doused in a liquor poured by the hand of your exhausted mind. “He’s just my assassin.”

“How are you saying that so casually??”

Blade is glued to your side even at your workplace, the Divination Commision. But you are more angry that nobody is mentioning why this very obvious outsider, who isn't even dressed in uniform and is holding a sword, is following you.

“Hey,” You walk up to a random colleague. “Does this guy not look crazy dangerous?” You point behind you.

“Hm?” They blink. “I thought he was your significant other?” ??? Everyone must be tricked by his beauty!

It's worse that Blade only scoffs, giving no closed answer to their question.

At your desk, Blade is judging you when you quickly switch your monitor off your Celestial Jade game when Fu Xuan enters. In the break room, where there's even less people around, he's shaving butter knives with his sword into weapons of mass destruction as you drink your tea.

Most ridiculously, anytime Qingque—or anyone—does as much as tap your shoulder, Blade brandishes his sword at them. Mumbling and grumbling something about, “they're mine, not yours(?)”

“Ohoho~ what a handsome boyfriend you have!"

“Jiaoqiu, you're facing the wrong way—we're behind you.”

Jiaoqiu, your local coriander supplier—and you, his coriander dumpster—slowly turns around, smiling, as if garbage sludged out of your mouth.

Sensing dread root in your guts, a cold sweat running its tap, you turn to Blade– “HOLY–” You dodge his sword in the nick of time. Blade clicks his tongue, drawing his eyebrows together. Tch. “Did you see that?! He tried to–”

“Ah, how kind of you.” You snap back to Jiaoqiu who is patting his chopping board.

Dumbfounded, you trace the sword that landed squarely on the chopping board, having sliced a once-large-pile of coriander finely. A precision awarded to well-trained chefs who specialise in food and not cutting people up.

“Wow, what a handsome and capable boyfriend. Just like a guardian angel. Ha. Ha.” Jiaoqiu nods in approval.

“You can't even see him.”

“Oh, right.”

You came home with twice the normal haul of coriander, gifted to Blade, who didn't need "such useless sentiments", and stuffed it into your bag. You threw some extra into Skott's dog food.

Moonlight uncovers two figures standing on the rooftops, watching.

“General, is that…” A voice trails off.

“Yes, there's no mistaking him.” Another voice.

“Join me, Yingxing. B◼◼◼◼n◼... she may still live this way. And you... you need to save them too, do you not?”

Yingxing, the name was spat, drawled, torn through teeth, pulverizing the skeletons of each letter, leaving its corpse that would not survive to become a living legend.

Before his downfall, Yingxing was an exemplary but arrogant blacksmith under Huaiyan, and a member of the legendary High-Cloud Quintet. Drinking partners with D◼◼ ◼e◼◼, sparred with J◼◼◼l◼◼, smiled with B◼◼◼◼n◼, grew with Jing Yuan, who would bust his ears about there being one-thousand-three-hundred-and-fourteen gingko trees to ever live on the Xianzhou Luofu.

And finally, Yingxing was the lover of a free-spirit who walked the path of the Trailblaze. A love he was willing to risk for, because he could not afford to lose again after the devastation of his homeland.

Blade woke up, breathing away the vice around his neck, fingers opening and closing. Reaching for someone who was not there, a phantom. But they were his. They belonged to him. It's all he has, and he won't let go.

You decide to go to an actual fortune teller, explaining all the events until now.

Although they are masked with a hood, obscured in secretive shadows, the candle on the velvet-robed table carves out the frown on their face. “This sounds like a couple's bickering. And I do not want to be treated as a couple's therapist.”

“Why does everyone say that?! He's far removed from being my lover!” You could cough up blood.

“Then what's he doing here?”

“Who?”

Ping!

Mod 'SW_was_here(^_−)☆': Behind you.

Surely not– “AAAH!” you shout, almost having a heart attack. Sure enough, Blade is standing behind you, arms crossed.

“Stop running,” he demands.

“So you can kill me? Nu-uh,” you taunt.

The fortune teller clears their throat. "If you want me to trace your red string, I can do so," they direct the conversation. "Red strings of fate are divined by Yue Lao¹, and are hard to alter as it moulds one's fate."

“So, what does it look like?” You hold up your pinky.

The fortune teller is silent for a moment, rubbing their forefinger against their thumb, testing the unsteady fabric that weaves the air. The both of you are dressed under a skirt of silence until they stop entirely. Tension frays its string, ready to snap.

They share a glance between you and the person looming behind. A long sigh in front of you. A small chuckle behind you. “You really are sure he's not your boyfriend?”

“What's that supposed to mean?” You look at Blade. He looks back. You stare. He turns his face away.

Couples event! Lovebirds get a whopping 50% discount off our menu!

A brilliant idea pops in your head. “Blade, I know we're not on the best terms but– AH?!” You dodge a butter knife. The blade lands by the feet of a young woman, with orange hair tied into a ponytail, who almost collided into you with her tripod.

Blade already knows from the shine in your eyes. “Ridiculous.”

Bring your plus one to our story-telling theatre! Pay the price of one ticket for the value of two!

“How about this one?”

“Absurd.” Blade pulls you away, your feet dragging along. A short, green hair girl had barely missed setting you on fire with her tail.

Buy one-get-one-free steamed puffergoat milk for lovers! Come as two, and leave satisfied as two!

You hand the free cup of steamed puffergoat milk to Blade. "You're a fan of this, huh?"

Hmph. He takes it, face turned away. You think it's the trick of the lanterns, but a dust of red seems to colour Blade's ears.

This will be my breakthrough, Yanqing thought excitedly, General will certainly rely on me more if I catch this sneaky man!

“Boo!”

“AAAH! Y-Yunli?”

Yunli latches onto Yanqing's shoulders, who is hiding behind a wall, observing you and Blade who are sitting at a table outside a restaurant. Blade refills your teacup without you noticing. “Whatchu hiding?”

“Nothing,” Yanqing brushes Yunli off like dust. “Just on a mission.”

Yunli hums, stifling a smile. “Hmm... I'll watch your back then.”

Yanqing nods, straightening his back, and marching towards the table like a soldier. Yunli will be entertained by this for centuries, and will be rolling in her grave thinking about it.

A cough for attention. You slowly look up, meeting a blonde boy in blue clothes.

“Jing Yuan's kid…” A flash of recognition in Blade's eyes. “Did he order you? How bothersome.”

“Of my own accord, I came to arrest you”—Blade stuffs a piece of youtiao in Yanqing's mouth, a spoonful of congee to chase, and a bite of tofu pudding to finish—“Mm, good food.”

“You need to grow taller," Blade says. "Tch. What's Jing Yuan doing with you?”

“Excuse you,” Yanqing says, offended, taking a seat at the table.

“Should I order more?” you ask, confused. Was Blade always good with kids? It's kinda cute.

Behind the wall, Yunli rubs her temple. “Yanqing... were you that hungry to forget your mission?”

“I have to go, Yingxing. The Express is calling my name.”

“Ridiculous. Just stay here, you don't need them. Is there an imperative rule demanding you to board?”

A shake of their head. “Our lives are drastically different,” the voice choked out, “you have a past here with fond memories and companions. You belong in Xianzhou Luofu. But me, I have yet to lay my home.”

He scoffs. “You mean to say that you do not love me as much as you thought?”

“I love you most to search you out before anyone else. And I have loved you too much by entering your world when I shouldn't, knowing that this would happen.”

“Why are you leaving only now, when I have even fewer years to live? Will you not allow me to spend my last dregs of life with you?” Or does he have to force them himself?

“... I do not want to see you draw your last breath,” an inhale. “You would understand too, if you were also a long-lived species. Having to watch loved ones lose to time again and again, it never gets easier.”

How ridiculous, Blade thought, blinking away sleep as he stands guard outside your house, that he would end up in their exact situation.

Since the visit to the fortune teller, Blade's assassination attempts have been null. A change of heart? How charismatic you are. But then why is he still carrying your bags and listening to your rambles? And why is he swatting away people who get too close to you?

You can't bring yourself to ask him so you keep walking ahead, doing random things with your arms to distract yourself. Isn't this like... having a boyfriend? You slap your face.

Blade watches your back, tracing the flex of your body when you stretch, the snippet of your smile when you turn your head to the side, you looking back to check if he is still here.

Blade rarely demonstrates himself with his face. But if he were to release the tense muscles that he forces to stiffen, you'd realise that he's been holding back a smile all along.

He watches you for a bit longer, letting the script unwind past. The future is cast in stone, but dripping water can penetrate the rock with enough time.²

...

... Click, click.

Heels click down a corridor, purple hair tousled over her shoulder. She stops in front of double doors. Darkness throws its hunter's net, trapping, a natural selection in place to filter in only those who live to survive.

“Hmm, I see,” the woman echoes. “Yes, in Xianzhou currently.”

“Change of plans? Bladie would... Blade stays true to his name—there's no one he can't cut down.”

“I understand.” A small chuckle. “My regards, dearest Elio.”

“You again?” Blade grumbles, offering Yanqing no more than a short glance. He lends a levitating hand just behind your back as you walk up the hill. “What? Hungry?”

Yanqing points at Blade. “I'm here to arrest you!”

“For what?” you ask, looking back. You notice something quickly retracts, but everything looks pretty normal. Perhaps it was just a bug flying.

Yanqing throws his hands in the air. “He's an assassin!”

“Oh, I forgot about that.” You suddenly have a hard time looking at Blade. In your defense, he's been pretty nice lately. But catching him staring at you? You'll have to get used to that.

Just behind a tree, two people huddle together, cautiously sneaking glances.

“Firefly, why is he smiling like that behind their back? What's with that disgustingly sweet look??”

“I have no idea Silverwolf... isn't that what lovers do?”

Silverwolf tilts her head, tapping absentmindedly on her phone. “Blade... I haven't seen him like that.” She observes the smile peeking on Blade's face, hiding from sight as he stands behind you. As always. “We're supposed to help him with this mission as per Kafka's command, but…”

Firefly, with her gaze, draws along Silverwolf's line of vision, studying. “He must be happy here,” she says. “Oh, I'll miss his driving…”

“Who's a good boy~” you coo, scratching a stray puppy's head. The puppy closes its eyes, tongue wagging.

Blade crouches near you, watching you shower the puppy with affection, completely forgetting him. The dog looks at him, tilting its head. Hmph. “Annoying.”

“Why is that your first word of the day?!”

You see a sliver of a smile as Blade casts his gaze down.

Picking the puppy up, you hand it to Blade who awkwardly holds it in the air. You laugh. “Wouldn't it be so cute if this puppy stayed like this forever?” you say to no one in particular.

Blade pauses, hair slightly dancing in the wind, crested in golden gingko leaves. He finally says, “An eternity is of the same weave as an abyss, to never see an end. Yet, if all lived forever...”

Blade looks up at the gingko canopy, wistful, stern. But he looks at you with a soft crease in his eyes, lifted ever so slightly by the cheeks.

"I... would not mind it."

You hum, studying his face. Trying to distract the heat caressing your cheeks by thinking a million thoughts.

“But this puppy has so much to explore,” you say, taking the puppy into your lap. “Being stuck in one place for so long, the steps we take will always loop back.” You brush the gingko leaves off Blade's hair.

“If I stayed in the same spot with that insufferable-loser-of-a-fiance, and never messaged you, well, we wouldn't have met, right?”

A beat in his chest. Savoured as it ripples through his body. Alive. Blade closes his eyes, feeling the breeze run its hand through his hair, the pulse in your fingers. You were alive too. Opens his eyes.

“... Ridiculous,” he simply replies.

Shuhu's flesh. It writhed, beating its last breath in Yingxing's hand. His other hand drew along a cold arm. One he has touched many times when it was warmer. A mortal separated from their immortal lover, a retelling of Hou Yi and Chang'e.³

A love he was willing to risk for, because he could not afford to lose again, he renewed that vow. A burst of pain, a golden disease invading. A bloodlust riveted.

I hope that in your next life, you will never wish for freedom again.

May fate bind us with its thread and suffocate us until we have to share our breaths through parted mouths, mistake whose hands are whose, and dig our fingers into each other's backs, melting into flesh, draw blood to malnourish the body of weight, just to fit into each other's arms. Because even if I torment your dreams, crush your future, or tangle your tongue until you can't speak, at least, that way, you always have to think of me.

Hate eventually bleeds into obsession, and obsession will consume your every thought until you can't move. In that case, detest with all your heart, blacken me in your mind, and bite my hand when I try to feed; it will only make me love you more.

Stay where I can see you, or be chained to me forcefully... I will not lose you again.

...

When he awoke again, his body was pierced many times over.

"Remember the feeling of death," Her hair skimmed the moon's surface, an arc of the sword that glimmered silver, as if cycling through the lunar phases in a swift strike, and bloodred eyes. "And bring it to them."

Wounds mended and healed, tightened and closed. His new body is a seamster that weaves the fabric of his skin to fit his flesh again, a blacksmith that hammers out the steel and reforges it into a blade once more.

He does not come back to life—the joy of creation long forgotten in the face of death that has strangled everything else—a dead man walking. Laid his body on a bed of red spider lilies, the petals weeping on his clothes—or, was it a pool of blood? Doesn't matter.

The mara worked strangely on him—memories seldom passed by in his mind. Yet, this person crossed that boundary, weaved inside his head.

A face drifted along the tides of his mind, drowning and resurfacing every few seconds as he tried to fish the fragments. The scales shine, a bright smile, the tails flap, his hand weaved into another, the fins slither, laughter. Like carps, persevering past the strong waves of his mara.

He must've loved them so strongly to the point that it brewed hatred. A desire to blind them with his affection, and then mangle their limbs, so that the last thing they would ever feel was his selfish love.

Blade took you home as you sleeped in his carry, eyeing Skott intensely and scaring the man to make way. He draped you on your bed. It was too long since he's seen you so peaceful and... Blade stopped his fingers from feathering the rim of your lips.

Why couldn't he keep you here? Be chained to him, just stay here, you don't need anyone else. Crush you until you rely on him. This is where you're meant to be, right next to him.

His head lowered for a moment before he got up.

His words to Skott: "You're dead the moment you disturb them," Blade warned as he approached the cowering man. "Or, should I dispose of you here after what you put them through?"

Skott never returned home since, presumably ran away.

Blade went out and walked along Central Starskiff Haven. A simple thing caught his eye—a bobbin of blue string. And then—

"May I have a word with you?" Blade recognised that voice: Jing Yuan

...

“It was the same then, and the same now; you are fixated on the past.”

Blade studies Jing Yuan. Studies the carp swimming in the water, looking down. “Just skip to what you want to say.” Blade had little patience for the man who knew about the price of sin, yet said nothing.

Jing Yuan shakes his head, leaning on the railing of the bridge, looking up. He will savour every second of this meeting, one he had waited too long for. “Life is finite, grains of sand that slip through fingers. Fragile—for a reason—we are not meant to last forever. Even for us long–lived species, the mara is a cap screwed tightly to stop us, poised to spiral our memories into oblivion.”

Blade could almost laugh. This person before him, who used to reach only his shoulders, now was teaching him.

“Do you think it was only you who suffered all this time?” Jing Yuan frowns, frustrated. His shoulders shake. “We were separated. But the bonds we created last beyond a meeting. And I have have kept our companions in my heart. This way, they are always with me.”

“Fate may be predestined, but when the heart is moved, it becomes unforgettable.⁴”

Fate does not pity. Cruel yet kind at times, it does not know of its own recklessness, which must be why fate executes its job so easily. It feels no empathy.

But, it's exactly this reason why fate can never touch human connections. It does not understand the heart, therefore, what humans use it for are ultimately decisions that they make themselves. Fate is all-seeing, but not all-knowing.

“Hah…” Blade exhales. Words he didn't want from Jing Yuan, but needed to hear.

“And—” Jing Yuan winces, clutching his forehead. His eyes are watery, having recalled something yet lost it at the same time. A small silence. “Apologies, they say... that you are nearing the brink of death when memories start flashing at you, for the last time. Must be true... haha.”

Blade is wordless, fingers digging into palm. “Don't spout nonsense. Save your breath.”

Jing Yuan laughs, knowing that this is Blade's way of caring, the same as he used to, before saying, “I see all five of us. Underneath the gingko trees, where we met…”

Gingko trees... those words stood out. Jing Yuan would always... “Gingko trees... how many are there?” Blade asks, looking at Jing Yuan.

Jing Yuan's eyes are open in surprise, unexpecting the question. His mouth moves but does not mutter, on the edge of words, before saying with that lazy grin of his, “How would I know the answer to that?”

Blade walks along the rainy path to your home. Along the gingko trees, past the river flowing carps along, to a door that is open, ready to welcome. But before he could, he felt a presence. “Kafka.”

“Bladie, Elio's a tad bit disappointed,” Kafka steps out of the shadows, holding a black umbrella. “You were talking to General Jing Yuan. But what does he know?”

Blade lets the rain devour her voice. Kafka walks towards him, still wearing her smile. It is often that Blade cannot read her concealed expression. She fondles with something behind her back.

Blade's limbs are speared in place. Spirit Whisper. He steps back—

“Listen to me. I will say the words you truly want to hear.”

“Your desires, why have you been suppressing their demands? Who are you trying to protect them from? They won't live long this time, so make the most of it. Take it all. This is your part of the script.”

Crush. Chain. Claim. The words inject its needle into Blade, piercing skin. Relieving. It feels like a cure, a medicine, his treatment. This is what he needs. The mara suddenly blooms its branches, ripping into his head, splintering it with an agonising pain. Clouds gather its dark feathers, pluming over Xianzhou with its wing-like embrace.

“Sorry, Bladie. I must do this. They were supposed to be dead long ago,” she says these final words, passing him with a smile, sad eyes, before turning into nothing more than another percussive instrument in the orchestra of rain.

...

Ping! ...

User 'Blade' is typing...

...

User 'Blade': You are mine.

You woke up to darkness placing its blindfold over you, sat on cold ground. Sweat trickles down your neck that bobs up and down, trying to breathe—to live. A musk repeating smoke and metal.

Taking another deep breath, you try to stand up but are immediately dissuaded by the nagging on your wrist, chained. The blindfold slips from the jolt.

“You're trying to escape me again.”

Suddenly, you are pulled into an embrace from behind, your back pressed on a chest. He is cold against your engulfed body—ice against fire. Designed by nature to sabotage one another, destined never to find each other. Caused by a sinner's karmic debt. “Blade, y-your arms...”

Small gingko branches perforate through his skin, the leaves thrumming to his slow breath. Red pearls roll down his arms, as if unhitched from a broken necklace. You notice the deep lacerations that dig past even further than where the branches grew from, as if someone has been trying to gouge them out.

Blade watches you, muttering as little words as possible to save breath, “It'll heal.”

You trace his arm with your finger. The wounds are caught in ebb and flow, between the stricken trauma and the regenerative tissues. Gradually, the bloody gap bridges his flesh together, an infrastructure built and painted over with his skin. “What...?” Your hand retracts but Blade catches it.

“Leaving me again?”

You search for his face, aching. Dark eye circles hung low, Blade is exhausted and just as afraid of what he's become. His hands glides along your arms, landing just above the back of your hands, before lacing his fingers into the crooks. He didn't want to hurt you, and you feel that fragility through the press of his lips on your neck.

“I won't,” you reassure, letting his weight stamp onto you.

His shoulders squeeze in, appearing smaller. As if trying to merge with you so that he may live inside. Know you inside out. Claim. His hand tighten around yours, subduing his desires.

Blade shakes his head, lips dragged down by the weight of the torrent he is trying to suppress inside him. He traces Kafka's words. “I abhor you…”

“You're lying... because eventually you will.”

“What makes you say that?”

“This is the price I pay,” he mutters, “I have willed life into an impossible existence, and I must witness how that very life ends.”

The law of equivalent exchange; to obtain what you so desire, an equal value must be given in return. And life and death always follow each other as equals.

Words disintegrate, melting on the tongue, as fragile as snow falling on skin. You replay the frown on Blade's face, his twitching eyebrows. An animation, flicking its pages in your mind, and your heart leaves it to loop over, and over. You lower your head, hesitant. You didn't understand what he was saying. But it feels like he's talking to you.

He is stood at the edge of the cliff, and you are the last push. But you didn't want him to let go yet.

“Then, it's our fault for choosing each other. Bound not by fate, but by choice, and by heart. And if we don't have much time, then let's use every second of it.”

Blade hears Jing Yuan's words in them. He also hears someone else's words. A final flash of another memory. And then, he repeats your voice that said the words. It comforts him, resting the pain to sleep. The gingko leaves fall, ripened. Maybe it were these words he was waiting for all along—to let him know that he can belong next to you after his sin.

There is no use dwelling on the past. He who blames others has a long way to go on his journey; he who blames himself is halfway there; he who blames no one has arrived.⁵ When moments can be spent with you now, the present becomes hopeful.

Kafka's shackles fade. Spring will come again.

Blade unchains the cuff on your wrist, soothing the red marks with his kisses. He fetches something from his pockets—a bobbin of blue string. Softly takes your pinky, intertwined with his, and he begins wrapping the thread around them. You watch him quietly, heart pounding. The knot is tied.

“Let me keep you for a little longer,” Blade whispers, resting his chin on your shoulder. “I'll let you go after this, I promise.” To sever the string.

You mould into him, and the seamster sewed your stitch into the embroidery, the blacksmith modelled the sword in your shape.

Guest_User#1001: I am expecting good results.

Blade sighed, throwing his phone on the bed. That name they gave, it looked familiar. Nevertheless, he had a job to do.

Guest_User#1002 has requested: Hello, may I ask to book a session for me and my insufferable-loser-of-a-fiance?

... What a coincidence. Blade scoffed.

Tracing your location, he found your home. The first time he saw you, he recognised instantly, and memories began flashing.

“Why are you running from me?”

“Why do you have a sword?!”

“Jiaoqiu, you're facing the wrong way—we're behind you.”

“You really are sure he's not your boyfriend?”

“What's that supposed to mean?”

“Tch. What's Jing Yuan doing with you?”

“Excuse you,”

“If I stayed in the same spot with that insufferable-loser-of-a-fiance, and never messaged you, well, we wouldn't have met, right?”

“Life is finite, grains of sand that slip through fingers. Fragile - for a reason—we are not meant to last forever.”

“Your desires, why have you been suppressing their demands? Who are you trying to protect them from?”

“I will lock you here for eternity. I will never let you go.”

No, these weren't memories. This was a slither of the future that Elio granted him. The original ending that was supposed to fit Blade.

But Blade had changed the end. He had changed fate with you, by his own choice.

...

Ping!

User 'Blade': In front of you.

You look up from your phone, grinning. Blade smiles at you, walking over. You trace the bandage around his arms, where the mara sprouted. "How is it?"

"I'm fine," he replies, "this will not dull my mastery with a sword. Come." He links his pinky with yours. There is no time to waste.

Aurum Alley blossoms with gingko leaves, vessels for auspicious happiness. Qingque waves at you, having reserved a large table by a restaurant. The signature aroma of Jiaoqiu's spices whet the appetite, Moze swiping the dishes away from Feixiao, Jing Yuan leaning his chin on his palm, dozing, and Yanqing and Yunli playing around Blade. Silverwolf and Firefly said their goodbyes.

“Good thing Master Fu Xuan is in a meeting,” Qingque fills your teacup. “And if she questions me, I can just use General Jing Yua–”

"Qingque," Anyone can recognise that voice. “Jing Yuan, you too... and,” She looks at you. You gulp. “You level one-hundred slacker-offs!”

“Lady Fu~ come join us.” Jing Yuan pats a seat.

However, Fu Xuan, with scrunched eyebrows, suddenly grabs your wrist, scruntinising the pinky. As if it's missing something. She looks at Blade, unsettled. “Your string... it's been…” Blade looks at her, quiet. Fu Xuan then shakes her head, giving a sad smile. “So that's your choice. I'm not a couple's therapist, but... I wish good luck to the both of you.”

You are left confused, but Fu Xuan would glare at you if you pushed it further. “He'll tell you one day,” she said.

After the chaotic meal, you all parted ways. A sea of stars reflect the fishes worming under the translucent skin of the river bank, a mirror. Thoughts race in your head, thinking of everything that happened. You rub your pinky.

The red string of fate, a myth that weaves couples together. But you never needed it anyways. Not a red one, at least.

“Blade,” you begin, turning around.

“You were protecting me all along, weren't you?”

Blade looks at you, lending his ears.

“That time when you dragged me away from the orange-haired lady who was about to collide into me, same with the girl with the fiery tail that could've killed me.

When we were climbing that hill with Yanqing, I swear you had your hand behind me. It was to catch my fall, wasn't it?

And that time where you were injured—the mara, it's called—it felt like you were holding yourself back.”

Blade smirks. “You've been watching me?”

You smile. “You're like my guardian angel.”

In those few words, Blade witnesses the last flash of memories.

He remembered. And Blade knew then, that Yingxing was trying to move on. Traces of him were left—Yingxing's intense desires—but ultimately, everything was Blade's choice.

The past would stop haunting him. He is Blade, just as you are you. Not photographed to a fleeting memory, but living in a present time. Left with a body to fill with new memories, he now looks to the future.

A dull ache tugs in his chest, a pain so suffocating. His arms wrap around you.

Watching you laugh, cry, be angry, to keep you safe so that you can grow old, and he will love every second of you. Until you draw that last breath, and then preserved in his mind, so you may live on forever this way—immortal in his memories, until the mara grants him finality.

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“Yingxing, do you know the myth of Yue Lao?”

“An old man who sits under the moon, tying the red string of fate for couples who are meant to find each other,” A melodic laugh, intertwining their pinky with his, wrapped in string. “But... even if Yue Lao did not destine for us to be together, as different as we are... a mortal and... a long-lived.” The knot tightened. A sad but knowing look. They continue,

“I believe it is much more powerful that we have loved each other of our own will, without the gods, deities, or aeons. A freedom and choice, entirely derived from our hearts. We love each other for who we are, not because it was meant to be. A love as natural as the carps along the river flow.”

“And with all the autonomy we had, untouched by divine power, I am so happy that you came back to me every time. As if tied by our very own red string—or, perhaps, our blue string.”

“Bound not by fate, but by choice, and by heart.”

... ౨ৎ

footnotes

Yue Lao - god of marriage and love in Chinese mythology, who appears to people as a old man under the moon. Carries the "red string of fate" to tie the destinies of couples who are meant to be together.

“Dripping water can penetrate the stone.” - proverb about how perseverance can help overcome obstacles.

Chang'e and Huo Yi - in Chinese mythology, Chang'e drank the immortality elixir, taken from her husband, the legendary archer Hou Yi. As a result, Chang'e was separated from her mortal lover, residing on the moon for eternity with her Jade Rabbit.

“Fate is predestined, but when the heart is moved, it’s unforgettable.” - proverb about how true connections that last beyond a fated meeting are what make the encounter unforgettable.

“He who blames others has a long way to go on his journey. He who blames himself is halfway there. He who blames no one has arrived.” - proverb about accepting the situation and moving past.

a/n: what if i wrote a time-skip epilogue so everyone can cry. what then. since blade is an older character, he has a lot of development. i tried my best to incorporate most of his story ^^ i teared up thinking abt the high cloud quintet, they were such a cute family before tragedy striked :( they were raising jing yuan, but jing yuan being the only one to have made it out made me even sadder :(( ALSO i apologise to any skott fans huhu. husband!skott but you're having an affair w blade forbidden love WATCH ME IM IM IMGON DO ITT!!!!1! im out of words now. i will now attempt to type the alphabet with my eyes closed. abcdefhjidkl,mnpqweribcxyd (i suck) thanks for reading!!🎀

#if one is talking about blade(s) how does blade know which blade is being talked abt #if you call him sword does he respond to that like its his second name #if blade wields a blade isn't that like self-ception #if i say fetch me my blade will blade just let me smack people with him #if blade wields a blade isn't that just him having an extended body part #how will blade react if you bring a gun to a sword (blade) fight #honkai star rail x reader #blade x reader #hsr x reader #hsr blade x reader #angie's crayon drawings!

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ryebread0605 · 3 months ago

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https://www.tumblr.com/ryebread0605/782029049643008001/can-i-request-the-test-third-years-and-the-kind-of?source=share

OHHHHHH THIS WAS SOOOO GOOOD 😭

Even though I'm not a fan of Leona or Lilia, I really liked them

Would it be a bother to ask you to share your thoughts on the 2nd years? pwp

Thanks in advance

Not a bother at all! I’m glad you liked Leona and Lilia’s parts despite not being a fan of them!

Riddle:

Is anyone surprised he’d have a dream of the reader being dominant over him?

He broke one of your many rules, maybe on purpose or maybe accidentally, who knows

His eyes widen as the paddle comes down once more, your soft cooing in his ear telling him he’s taking his punishment like such a good boy~, his body shivering in pleasure and embarrassment-

He’s beyond embarrassed when he's awoken by his alarm clock to a hard on and even debates skipping class but knows he can’t

You notice his little glances in class, his cheeks turning as red as his hair as he desperately tries to hide the growing issue in his pants

When you offer to help with his problem, he is a stuttery mess but gives in once you’re able to take him somewhere nice and private

Jamil:

Dreams about you giving him a very intimate congratulations after the basketball club wins a tournament

You’re on your knees in front of him, wide doe eyes looking up at him as he covers his mouth, each bob of your head making his dick twitch as he gets closer and closer to his release

But he can’t reach that release

Is beyond annoyed when he wakes up, knowing he can’t even take time for himself before class as he has to help Kalim wake up and get ready

Is shocked after basketball practice to find you waiting in his room

Completely forgets about his earlier annoyance the second your mouth is on his dick and fulfilling his wonderful dream

Kalim:

Voyeuristic dream 100%

LOVES the idea of you taking him just behind the corner during one of the many scarabia parties

Having to stay quiet as your cock/strap ruts against that one spot deep in him that makes his eyes roll back and back arch so beautifully

His hands are pressed against the wall, legs barely able to hold him up as you whisper in his ear to stay quiet or else someone may come looking

When Jamil wakes him up, he’s confused for a second but brushes it off

Acts much more clingy to you (to which Jamil is grateful)

He does eventually admit his dream, feeling a bit guilty about it until you offer to do just that at the next party

Everyone is pretty much used to his spontaneous attitude so no one questions why he announces a party is happening that same night

Azul:

Fellow monster fuckers rejoice as Azul dreams of him using his tentacles on you

Something he once considered disgusting now bringing out the most delectable sounds from your lips

The tentacles moving in and out of your holes, holding your legs wide open, azul watching with pride as you cum again and again

Yeah he's absolutely avoiding you after that dream

When you confront him as to why he suddenly is avoiding you, he breaks under the pressure and, through tears, admits his dream

Is beyond shocked when you agree to take part in his fantasy

The next morning, the employees of the lounge are relieved and surprised at how friendly and merciful he is acting

Floyd:

Overstimulation and bondage king

Dreams of you tying him up, pressing a vibrator against his dick as he’s helpless to just moan and squirm at the overwhelming sensation

The idea of being helpless to your touch, unable to stop it, not wanting to stop it, cumming over and over again as his brain slowly melts into just being desperate for more

Wakes up to a stain in his pants but does not give a shit at all

Teasingly whispers in your ear exactly what he dreamed of and is delighted when you say if he behaves, you’ll do what he wants

It’s the first time anyone has ever seen him actually listen in class the whole day

When you have him all tied up, his body vulnerable to your touches, he is in absolute heaven

Jade:

Forest sex forest sex forest sex

Going on a hike with you only to find a lovely space just hidden enough for no one to stumble across the two of you

He lays his jacket under you as he positions himself between your legs, tongue working along your clit/shaft and hands kneading your ass

Watches happily as your back arches and moans get louder, your hands tangling themselves within his hair and pulling his head in more as you moan out profanities and begs

Wakes up unsure of what to do, he’s never experienced being hard in this form and certainly cannot do anything with the possibility of Floyd coming back

During class, he sees you yawn and his brain goes completely haywire, telling him to mate you immediately

Practically drags you into the single stall bathroom and makes sure to leave you an absolute mess

Ruggie:

Dreams of being completely submissive to you as you ram into him with your cock/strap

His face buried into his pillow as you thrust deeper and deeper, desperately rutting his hips against yours as you laugh and tell him he needs to be more patient

He can feel the coil in his stomach tightening as he grows closer and closer to cumming and-

Welp, its time to wake up Leona

Although it may have only been a dream, he can’t help but be around you all day

He follows you and offers to do pretty much everything for you

Once you realize why hes acting this way, he gets super excited to hear you offer to help him get to reach his orgasm that got ruined that morning

Silver:

Rough sex dream

He wants it rough as it would be able to keep him conscious through the sensations

Being under you or on top, he does not care either way

Your dick so so deep in him, thrusting into him roughly as you tell him how he's such a good toy for him, his face forming a smile unseen by anyone else but you

He almost asks Lilia why he feels how he does in the morning but smartly decides to look it up instead and is extremely embarrassed to even think those things about you

He’s even more embarrassed to find out the dream wasn’t even his, but yours as he accidentally managed to use his spell

That night is the first time he’s ever stayed up all night long

#disney twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland smut #twst smut #twisted wonderland x fem reader #twisted wonderland x male reader #jamil viper #kalim al asim #jade leech #floyd leech #riddle rosehearts #twst silver #ruggie bucchi #azul ashengrotto

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temis-de-leon · 3 months ago

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Pick me boys and MC - Part 1

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon and Levi (x gn!reader, separately)

Pick me girl variant

Main Masterlist

CW: pick me boy behaviour, but Mammon's part has a literal stalker lmao (I got carried away). Jealousy, possesiveness, mentions of marriage, a bit of violence. Mostly fluff, but also cringe

@gayideatraschan not what you offered initially, but you did inspired this <3

Lucifer

Look handsome and don’t drift away.

Those were the only two requests you had asked from him when you turned the last corner of the hallway and the banquet hall’s doors appeared right before your eyes. There was a high school reunion waiting on the other side and, although you’d never admit how nervous you were out loud, he could still hear the violent pounding of your heart and the shakiness in your breath.

Thankfully, one of the requests was always accomplished without being asked to. Sadly, you were the one who drifted away from his grasp as soon as those rusty metal doors closed after you; one moment he was holding your hand and the next someone was calling your name and making you say hi to everyone willing to recognise you.

It’s not like he’d ever blame you, obviously; especially when you had spent that last week stressing over what to wear, who would be at the party and what to say to them in order to satisfy their curiosity while literally hiding your demons and still giving yourself some credit for your merits. In the end, all you’d decided to tell was that you had been studying Human Relations at a private academy and were now an apprentice under the tutelage of a prestigious scholar. Of course, it was all too vague, but the truth was far too complicated to explain and your audience seemed satisfied with your answers.

But it was now your turn to listen to your former friends, and even some acquaintances, which Lucifer perfectly understood, still, damned it if he wanted at least to know where you were!

The melody of your laugh and your voice teased him, floating in the air and merging with the rest of the noise without giving any clear directions of your exact location. Unfortunately, although superior, your magic was also fused with weaker power sources in the large room; probably green or divination witches, which were incredibly common in modern times.

A long half-hour passed before he finally surrendered and let fate reunite you both again.

You deserved to enjoy your time with your past peers, anyway.

So there he was, mindlessly wandering amongst the crowd with a plastic cup of watered-down wine in his hand. It somehow tasted sour and expired, but there was nothing better at the table and he wouldn’t be the one bringing his own bottle to a gathering where he didn’t know anyone. A couple of strangers had stopped him a few times, sure, but conversations were short and strict; Lucifer never told more than he needed and he never wandered away from what you’d previously agreed upon.

His brother had been your supervisor at the academy and soon you became friends with the whole family, ultimately forming a relationship with him by the end of your first year.

Cute and simple.

Shouldn’t have caused any trouble.

And yet.

What he was hearing wasn’t a voice. It was a whine. A pitiful moan. A pathetic show of affection that fell on deaf ears and forced a familiar sadistic smirk out of him.

Behind him, protected by a circle of reluctant listeners, a weasel-looking man hunched over his drink with a pout and a frown. He gestured wildly, shamelessly looking at you with longing and at Lucifer with envy; even when his back was turned, he could tell. Plus, the jealousy and resentment in his words did nothing to keep him discreet.

“I just don’t understand” he was saying, his rant resembling more a childish tantrum than an unwanted opinion. “I mean, they’re so cool and carefree and he looks so boring! They should totally be dating someone else”

“I don’t know, man” answered someone else, clearly trying to keep the peace. “They seem pretty happy to m-…”

“That’s what he wants you to think!” the weasel interrupted them. The others’ chuckles and sighs only seemed to add fuel to the fire. “Yeah, sure, MC’s entitled to date whoever they think it’s best, but he doesn’t love them! It’s obvious! Look, they’re miserable”

Something in the sour speech, Lucifer wasn’t sure of exactly what, irked him the wrong way. He could feel the familiar tingling in his back and his head, hidden limbs begging to be released along with his magic in a demonstration of power, but he liked to think he had always been good at staying calm until the time was due.

And also, it was your moment.

Thankfully, by some sort of miracle, the crowd slowly parted before him and started to form small groups. You were in one of them, talking lively to a pregnant woman. He could see a blush in your cheeks from where he was, the nervous jerk in your movements when the other human pointed at your hand obvious to his trained eyes.

Of course, the Ring of Light.

His chest puffed slightly when you spread your fingers and let the lady gasp in delight. Made out of gold and a small diamond, it probably looked like a wedding or an engagement ring for anyone who didn’t know what it truly was.

“Yeah, dude, they’re crying and everything”

The small group behind him laughed, finally giving him a reason to turn around.

Lucifer was surprised to see the weasel man so quiet, actually expecting him to stomp his feet if his reddened face and bulging eyes were any indication, but quickly pushed down his expectations when he saw him walking in your direction. For what, he wasn’t sure. To be your knight in shining armour? As if you needed one to begin with.

His movements were quick and elegant as he hurried towards the human to stop his heroic stride, but there was nothing graceful in his grasp when he closed his hand over the weasel’s shoulder.

He winced at the pain but kept looking at Lucifer’s dark eyes with fragile self-assurance.

Lucifer snickered, amused.

Cute.

“You don’t deserve MC” he said with a deeper pout, as if Lucifer towering over him and making him bend with the force of his hand was just a slight inconvenience.

He had to give him points for trying, that he had to admit, but his patience was wavering and he really didn’t want to make a scene.

“They don’t deserve you” he finally said, spitting the last word with distaste. Then, he cleaned his hand on the other man’s inappropriate graphic t-shirt and turned around to walk straight towards you.

His smile was calculated, innocence and charm pouring out of him while he shook your friend’s hand, but he knew you knew better.

Good luck getting away from him now.

Mammon

Your stare was fierce, murderous even, but it was difficult not to act bitter when he had been promised a date downtown only to be betrayed by his own partner and the worst older brother in existence.

Falling from the heavens? A mere warning.

Forced to work on club activities for extra credit? Actual divine punishment.

Sure, maybe he had skipped class too many times and perhaps his grades were plummeting at an embarrassing speed, but what else could he do when, even after all those years, Levi was still so careless about his figurines’ safety and a new pawn shop had opened right next to the House of Lamentation? He hadn’t seen so many coins and bills in his hands ever since he sold Asmo’s bath towels to his fans during Valentine’s Day! And that was for sure something else…

Honestly, why couldn’t anyone see that the true one at fault was the owner of the establishment? Mammon was, sadly and simply, a victim of circumstances.

And you? You were a damn traitor. It didn’t matter that you were wearing that cute outfit he bought for you on your birthday or that your jewellery matched his; at the end of the day, your words were empty and he should’ve known as soon as you kissed him good morning earlier.

It was so obvious! Why else would you be awake so early on a Saturday morning?

And why was RAD open on a Saturday to begin with??

He sighed again, louder that time, and made sure to avoid your eyes when you turned to glare at him with an even deeper frown. Before he could think about it though, you apologised to the sad-looking incubus goggling at you and marched straight in Mammon’s direction.

His body tensed and he felt himself shrink, but he made an effort to keep ignoring you as you sat on your heels and grabbed both of his knees to create more space.

“Baby” you cooed sweetly.

He knew better than to trust the welcoming tone.

“Ya better be here to apologise, MC”

He closed his eyes showing an indignant expression, even turning his back on you and crossing his arms over his chest to really drive the point home. Hopefully, you’ll feel guilty enough to regret your actions, kiss him a couple of times and take him out of school for the promised date.

Luck was not on his side that day.

“You wish”

“Oh, c’mon!”

Mammon’s interruption came out as a whine as he let himself sink deeper into the couch before, not even a second later, sitting up straight to point an accusatory finger at you. Your gaze seemed innocent, but he knew you enough to accurately guess how much you were enjoying his suffering.

“We were supposed to be out there shoppin’, not here watchin’ pictures of… yourself!”

“Why, I thought you liked watching my pictures”

You spoke in a low voice, yet he still understood you. Warmth quickly rushed to his face and his hands didn’t waste a moment in covering your mouth, but he could feel your smile under his skin.

“Doncha say those things in the open like that, idiot! Besides, ya know the pictures I like are in my room… These are just super creepy!”

Behind you, the incubus you had been previously talking to was listening with little to no discretion, standing in the middle of the room and talking to no one despite the endless activity surrounding you. His body was slightly turned in your direction, but his eyes were stuck to the floor.

Mammon squirmed in his seat at the shameless eavesdropping. A wave of irritation spread through his body and an uncomfortable weight sat in the pit of his stomach.

“They are… weird” you admitted, getting up only to sit on his leg. Had you been the only ones in the study room he would’ve melted instantly, but there were too many demons around and one of them was seriously getting on his nerves. As if sensing his discomfort, you cradled his face to force eye contact, clearly annoyed at his attitude but also slightly regretful. “But this is my fan club, Mammon. What did you expect they had on the walls? Honestly, I’m surprised you’re not more excited; you know, since you’re so… obsessed with me and everything”

“I am… What-! Obsessed??”

“You’re in love with me, Mammon”

Thankfully, you were merciful enough to sing your teasing in the lowest tone possible, right next to his ear so no one else could hear. Still, he covered up your mouth again like you were shouting profanities.

Laughing cheerfully at his bashfulness, you gave him a quick peck on the cheek and got up.

“We’re almost done here. Act like you’re doing something and then I’ll take you to Majolish and the cinema or wherever else you like. My treat!”

He perked up at your words, immediately jumping away from the couch before walking towards one of the tables. Your giggles followed him with each movement, but he was too stoked to mind.

Finally! Finally, you were getting out of there!

However, he couldn’t help but feel a bit annoyed at the situation.

Lucifer, no doubt showing the loving and caring personality that gave him his infamous reputation, knew what he was doing when he made Mammon reach his required semester credits by going to your fan club.

Since it was relatively new, most of their activities revolved around investigating you; your habits, your hobbies, what you liked and disliked, food, school subjects, clothes… They had newspaper cuts with your interviews, fliers and tickets for events that involved you and, of course, pictures. Taken from your Devilgram account, from the newspaper, from the brothers’ Devilgram accounts and your friends’, but also from real life. Pictures taken behind your back in the Cafeteria and even in class.

It was creepy. It irked him and sent a shiver up his spine.

Compared to the pictures in his walls, taken with that plastic junk you’d bought on the human internet for less than the average minimal wage, the images scattered around the surface of the table in front of him looked like a stalker’s love letter. While Mammon got to wake up every day to your immortalized smile and the priceless memories you’ve made together, the lead photographer in your fan club was clearly hidden behind bushes on at least half of his creations; there were leaf-shaped shadows on the corners of the photos and some of the angles were off, coming from the ground and making a certain part of your body stand out more than the rest.

And look, he knew what his brothers would say- What anyone would say if he complained about this weirdo, but this went way beyond what he felt for you as his partner. The newspaper and the Devilgram stalking, he could understand from a bunch of losers, but the rest? Following you on your way home? Eavesdropping private conversations?

He turned around, searching for the incubus that was becoming too comfortable for his own good, and found him standing right behind you while you talked to some of the other members.

Too close, head tilted down, shamelessly staring where no one but Mammon was supposed to look.

He didn’t realise he was walking until he got there.

Something hot and electric rushed through his body, making the ends of his hair stand out. He felt like an animal ready to pounce, like one of his crows defending their territory, chest puffed out and feathers ruffled.

But it wasn’t the moment, nor the place.

The only reason he was there was because he’d borrowed some toys from Levi, and Lucifer was a miserable demon who couldn’t see anyone around him being happy without convulsing. If Mammon dared to show any sign of ill behaviour while on this… glorified detention, there was no way he’d get out of the staircase and the familiar burn of the rope around his body for a long while.

And he wanted you to have a good time with him, dammit. A date where the both of you could go around town spending some money and, hopefully, kiss a little at the very end.

But he wouldn’t have any of it if he beat some nobody to a bloody pulp.

Ugh.

What a hassle.

“Hey”

A faint touch in his middle section caught his attention. Your hand, dancing over the skin of his clothed hip-bone, brought a teasing chill with its touch. Mammon looked at you with a raised brow. Despite the way you hugged his waist to bring him closer to your embrace, which was nothing short of caring, your eyes were narrowed and filled with suspicion.

“We’ll leave in a minute, okay?” you murmured under your breath, just for him to hear.

However, the weirdo seemed too interested in what you wanted to say. His silhouette moved in the corner of Mammon’s eyes, leaning forward in an effort to capture the meaning of your words, and ultimately managing to trip over his own foot and fall over your back. Unsurprisingly, and as sweet and understanding as always, you just smiled politely and watched as he blushed and stammered some half-assed apologies. The rest of the group only giggled at his clumsiness.

Mammon seethed.

He took a deep breath and stepped away from your side, raising both hands above his head and stretching as much as his body allowed him to. His bones cracked and the hem of his shirt rose up, bringing your eyes to the exposed skin in his tummy.

“All this hard work got you tired?” you chuckled, playfully bumping your hip with his.

He fought the urge to squeeze it, and instead let his arms fall to clasp the incubus nape. The slap echoed across the room, and the noise lowered down almost immediately. His fingers curled around sweaty skin.

“Oh, I’m exhausted, MC” he teased back, sharp nails sinking and making the incubus squirm.

Like clockwork, your gaze changed into one of concern and focused in the weirdo’s direction. You opened your mouth, clearly wanting to ask what was going on, but nothing came out, and Mammon took the opportunity to side hug the demon beside him and forcefully drag him to the doorway.

“Wh-…” he muttered, frantically looking around as Mammon pushed him to the hallway. “Where are we going?”

“Mammon…!”

“I’m taking interest in the club” he shrugged, sporting an unusual innocent voice.

“Mammon” you repeated, sterner that time.

In any other occasion, your crossed arms and your flaring nostrils would’ve had an effect on him, but that day was different.

That day, he had been lied to and bamboozled, forced to stay in a classroom full of needy puppies when he could’ve spent a perfect Saturday dragging you by the hand from one store to another. He was dressed up, looking more handsome than ever, and you looked like a dream, yet the one under his arm was the creepy photographer from your fan club and not you.

No. Today your ire was not enough.

Hiding a smirk behind slender fingers, Mammon winked at you and finally stepped away before closing the door. He knew he’d pay for it in the long run, but he tended to enjoy punishment as long as it came from you.

People called him a masochist for a reason, right?

“What are we doing here?”

Mammon turned, his face expressionless, and stared at the incubus in complete silence. Although the incubus was trying to sound nonchalant and casual, the tremor in his voice was painfully evident and he couldn’t stop his hands from shaking. Noticing how interested the Avatar of Greed himself seemed in them, he eventually put them in the pockets of his uniform.

Big mistake.

No way to get rid of Mammon if his hands were tucked away.

So, without losing his stone-cold composure, and faster than the incubus would’ve ever processed, he grabbed his throat and pushed. Pushed, pushed and pushed until all he could feel was muscle, tendons, bones and the cold stone behind them both. It was a miracle that the lower demon didn’t choke when he tried to gulp down his nerves.

It was gratifying, in a sense, feeling the panic coming out of his pores as he pathetically tried to scatter away, kicking his legs and scratching Mammon’s arms.

“You think you’re so smart, doncha?” he murmured, grip seemingly effortless despite lifting the other demon in the air a couple of inches. “Going after my MC, taking pictures and sharing them with the class… Being so good at hiding, you could’ve done so much more, but you stayed there. Why?”

He stayed silent for a couple of seconds, not really expecting an answer. Although the incubus could open his mouth and let out some sounds, there was nearly no air in his lungs to form a sentence.

Still, giving him the illusion of choice was entertaining.

“Thought you could learn enough to make them fall for you?” he ended up saying in the end, already knowing the answer. That time, however, he didn’t wait for anything to happen. He could feel the embarrassed heat from his cheeks. “Just how pathetic are ya, huh?”

He retreated.

The thud of the body falling to the ground wasn’t as satisfying as he hoped it’d be, but seeing the incubus grimacing in pain and blushing with shame did bring some amusement. His teary eyes were the cherry on top.

“You act like a child” he sobbed, glaring at Mammon with defiance despite the pathetic state he was in. “I was studying them, so what? I understand them now. I’d treat them better; make them feel better. Someone like them has to be with someone that gets them. And there’s no one like me…”

His coughs interrupted his little monologue.

Mammon crouched as the other demon cleaned his mouth with a sleeve and fanned himself with a hand, still hot and flustered from almost being suffocated to death.

A part of him, the one with poisoned spines and sharp fangs, wanted to finish the job and come back to you after everything was done. The other part, soft and pliant, yearned for a long deserved date with no hard feelings and no fighting between you.

Still silent, but now smiling, Mammon gently grabbed the demon’s chin and slightly lifted to bring it forward.

“What are you doing?” he asked, horror rooted deep in his voice.

Mammon pursed his lips and tilted his head, teasingly, but there was no humour in his tone when he talked.

“Making sure I don’t forget who you are”

Leviathan

Until he met you, Levi thought there was nothing in the three realms that could compare to the beautiful complexity of what the 2D media offered, less alone be better. The fluid motions in animation, the range of emotions displayed with the simple stroke of a pen, voice actors reaching their limits in an effort to show what the character was feeling… And that was only the technical part. If he started talking about the possible plots, the character developments or the values and lessons thought through anime and manga, then he wouldn’t go to bed for days and he would talk himself to death.

Everything outside of his room was just so… fake. Playing pretend all of the time and rejecting individuality for the sake of fitting in. The same thing everywhere, over and over and over again, predictable and devoid of meaning. Why would anyone settle for that?

However, even someone as strict as him could accept when some specific things were occasionally similarly enjoyable to his lifestyle.

For example, ever since he became your friend, and eventually your boyfriend (thank Lord Diavolo this is inner dialogue, because he would’ve never been able to say that out loud), Levi came to discover that said beautiful complexity was even more beautiful when you were there experiencing it with him.

Daily marathons and gaming sessions became common in your couple activities repertoire. You also exchanged books on the occasion to share opinions, but there was something about sitting in the same room without constantly interacting that made your relationship feel intimate and cared for. He wasn’t talking to you, but you were still absentmindedly playing with his hand while absorbing what you were seeing on the screen; and you were talking to yourself as you brutally decimated the final boss in his newest RPG, but his tail was comfortably wrapped around your leg.

Not needing to repeatedly reassure the existence of your relationship was far more comforting than he could ever put into words.

Today was just further evidence to prove his point.

Hours had passed since dinner ended, yet you both were still awake, eyes glued to different screens in his gaming setup as your characters separately covered the terrain, slayed enemies and healed the rest of the team. He’d chivalrously given you the chair, opting himself for the bean bag, and although his back was killing him and he’d had a sore neck in the morning, there was no way he would let you be so uncomfortable in his presence. Sure, you’d offered to sit on his lap while he sat on the chair, but of course he’d rejected it!! That was too much!!

Anyways…

Back to game.

Normally, you liked to keep your sessions private, especially when you played choice-based games, but this time was different. This time was your first with his online friends: kind strangers he’d met over the years who understood him better than anyone in his own family. Some were other, lower demons, and some were humans who had no idea of who or what he was, yet treated him with the same comradery as an old childhood friend would.

The idea of you meeting them and potentially befriending them as well made him giddy. So giddy, in fact, that he had long gone abandoned his screen to focus on yours.

And you were incredible at it, blending perfectly with his group and working like greased machinery even on survival mode. You knew how to use your character and which were your favourite weapons, annihilating every monster that came in contact with merciless brutality and the tiniest of teasing miles.

He felt like his heart was about to burst from excitement.

And his friends thought so well of you too!

@/mym0mm4demedothis: Make sure to shoot him again MC, I think he still can breathe lmao

@/pigeonsRDgvmnt: Damn, I didn’t even have to grab the controller for this 0-0

@/omegakitten4display: Can you suffocate me?

That last one unnerved him a little bit, but he was well aware of this particular user’s sense of humour; nothing worth worrying or being jealous of. Besides, you’d made sure to kiss him on the cheek extra loud right next to his microphone for everyone to hear and tease him about, so he really didn’t have any reasons to complain.

Except… Well…

Did he, though?

You weren’t especially annoyed about It, but he could see it was slowly getting on your nerves, judging by the way you occasionally rolled your eyes and clicked your tongue. Still, playing hero for you when you were ignoring the problem so gracefully didn’t sit right with him, so Levi stayed silent and let his head rest on your shoulder while he watched you play.

@/grinninManIac: try support next time, mc, itll be easier :)

@/mym0mm4demedothis: Boy, shut up and improve your aim

@/grinninManIac: just offering advice

This wasn’t one of his friends, but rather a friend of a friend of a friend who didn’t have anyone to play with that night. He’d sent countless messages to the groupchat asking for their friendship codes, and at one point you’d felt so much pity for him that your human nature had flourished and your compassion made you immediately offer your code first, pushing the others to do the same.

Levi was sure you were regretting that now, though.

But what did he expect? If you were nice and good to even the scummiest of scum on earth, Mammon, then everyone else was prone to be treated just as sympathetically.

@/TheOvineGOAT: thanks, but I’m good with my main

The response was instant.

@/grinninManIac: r u sure? i can teach you how to use the others

@/TheOvineGOAT: Lev can do that just fine

@/grinninManIac: u can depend on other people, u know ;)

You paused, staring blankly at the screen before quietly turning off your mic and forcing out a gag. Levi was so offended on your behalf that he couldn’t even laugh at your exaggerated disgust.

He opened his mouth, ready to shoot back and defend your superior abilities in the game, but you eagerly took your index finger and shushed him with it. The warmth of your skin and the intimacy of the contact dragged a tiny whimper out of him.

Thankfully, though, the microphone didn’t capture it.

@/mym0mm4demedothis: Teach them?? Do you even know how to play??

@/grinninManIac: i’ll have you know that ive been playin for more than a year, every day, the whole day :)

@/grinninManIac: you could call me an expert haha ;))

@/pigeonsRDgvmnt: How about you put that controller down�� -_-‘

@/omegakitten4display: Suffocate

@/TheOvineGOAT: No need :3

Levi shook his head in disbelief and slight embarrassment. He had been so focused on the conversation that he hadn’t seen what you were doing on the screen: sneaking under the enemies’ radar, stealth mission style, and placing yourself behind the newcomer in his friend group.

Your friend group.

Silently, with a smile so wide it could brighten his days forever, you powered up your ulti and blasted your teammate without mercy, loot falling to the ground and a small penalization for enemy fire appearing in the corner.

A couple of seconds passed in silence where no one in the call talked.

Then, and rather uncontrollably, everyone started laughing. Loud and shamelessly, like a pack of hyenas. No one noticed the new guy leaving the call under all the noise.

@/grinninManIac: u didn’t have to b such a bitch about it >:(

Surprisingly, you just rolled your eyes at the written message before blocking the user. If the crass word bothered you, it didn’t show on your face, and Levi couldn’t do more than stare in awe and blush uncontrollably as you focused on the game again and got ready to forget the whole incident.

His friends continued laughing for a while, applauding your lack of hesitation, and it didn’t take too much before they started teasing him for his sudden silence.

But what could he say?

You leave him speechless.

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