#...i probably have some stuff to work though with that

[gothicfied]

Teen reader who is comforted and taken care by the other players because of her young age?? Father and daughter relationship, big sister and lil sister,etc. btw I love your ficss!! ♡

Squid Game (S2/S3) characters with a teen (18) reader

Pairing: Various characters x teen!fem!reader, !!platonic!!

Warnings: Mentions of killing, gunshots, death, fights, violence (typical squid game stuff), reader is !!18!! years old, slight swearing, this is set in Season 2, other than that it's just fluff, not proof read (English isn't my first language)

A/N: The req is 6 months old, SORRY. But, I still had fun writing this since it's easier to imagine yourself in that position lololol This is also probably the last squid game fic I'll write, either for now or even for longer, unless I get a request again. It's sad that this era is over now, I still remember how excited I was for Season 2 back in 2021 ):

જ⁀➴ For as long as you could remember your parents struggled with debt and you never questioned it when they would disappear the whole day for work just to put food on the table. So, when you turned 18 and graduated secondary school, you didn't go to University, but started to work jobs here and there to help your parents out. Some of them were sketchy, some of them didn't pay enough for the work you were doing, some of them were exhausting.. but an opportunity came when a man made you a strange proposal: Play ddakji with him — If you win, he'll give you money, if you lose he'll.. slap you?

જ⁀➴ Ultimately, the guy in the suit couldn't bring himself to hurt him (maybe because you were so young) and just handed you a card with a number on it. Yeah, turns out participating in this weird stuff was the worst decision of your life. Waking up in this dormitory, suddenly wearing a green tracksuit instead of your usual clothes and finding out you're stuck here with 455 other people already scared you shitless.

જ⁀➴ When other people started to notice you and how young you looked, you immediately became the focal point of their attention. People left and right were asking you all kinds of questions, if you were okay or not, how old you were, what the hell you werr doing there. You quickly understood that everyone here had a debt problem... but everyone here was also at least in their mid twentys.

જ⁀➴ After the gruesome experience that the first game was, with people getting shot and dying because of a game (or so you thought at the moment) there was one particular group that took you in. Two marines, one pregnant lady, a guy that claims to be the winner of one of the previous games and 001 himself, who seriously freaked you out.

જ⁀➴ Jung-bae and Gi-hun became your biggest protectors — Next to Jun-hee, who was carrying her baby, you basically still were a baby. Whenever the pink guards gave out food, those two split it up between you and the other girl, saying that you guys need it more than they do. Particularly Jung-bae was shocked at hearing your reason for being here: "You shouldn't have done this, financial problems are the worries of the parents!" He scolded you, but never meant it.

જ⁀➴ Dae-ho, the other marine, kept telling you how much you reminded him of his sister. Even though he was the youngest child back home, he was fully blooming in this new big-brother-role that he adapted when it came to you. He spoke up for you whenever someone else decided to be an asshole to you, he laid awake in his bed most of the time to watch over you (ever since Gi-hun told him about ambushes at night he's been paranoid) and would actually sacrifice himself in one of the games if it meant you'd be safe.

જ⁀➴ Jun-hee and you were much closer in age than you were with any others. She became comfortable with you in an almost instant, mostly because you were also a woman. She woke you up to ask you if you'd come to the bathroom with her in the middle of the night, to which you were joined by an older lady, Geum-ja, and another woman, Hyun-ju.

"You are so young.. oh, my heart breaks for you, my child." Geum-ja told you once you were escorted to the bathroom, to which you were only able to nod. What else was there to say? You really just wanted to help your parents out. "I just.. you don't understand, we really need the money." Geum-ja looked at you sympathetically, but she was just really disappointed in the world for making someone like you worry about debt. "Hey," Hyun-ju spoke out, "If you need anything, yell for me, okay? I'll make sure nothing happens to you. You have.. so much ahead of you."

જ⁀➴ You mostly felt cringe and maybe also a bit uncomfortable when hearing people talk to you like you were a child. Then again, these people didn't have the humanity to deny participation to a pregnant woman and a teenager, so you were kind of glad to get special treatment from the other players. Even Young-il, the guy that creeped you out the most, had a pity expression on his face whenever you joyfully talked about things only someone at your age would talk about. Video games, the grades you finished school with, friend group drama... it was obvious you didn't know anything about the world yet and it was even sad for him to hear it so clearly.

જ⁀➴ After another failed round of voting, the two idiots from the 'O' side of the dormitory started approaching your bed. Thanos and Nam-gyu, you quickly learned, were the one's causing most of the trouble and now it seemed like they wanted to manipulate you as well. "Hey there, little Dove," the purple-haired junkie started, to which you told him to fuck off, basically. "Woah, hey? Watch your mouth, kid. I definitely didn't know those words when I was your age." For about five minutes these two tried to talk you into voting 'O' next time, because "It would only benefit you!" and "You wouldn't have to work for a bit with that money!" You called out for Hyun-ju who quickly made them go away.

જ⁀➴ In the end, you understood you were doomed as soon as more players started to die due to fights and lights out. There were plenty of others who were there to protect you, who promised you that you'd get out alive, but now you weren't so sure anymore.. the revolution Gi-hun wanted to go through with seemed like the only option for everyone to get out of here.

[mockingradfems]

TBH no one gives a shit if you like rereading the old books you already own or looking up fanfic or whatever the important thing is you aren't still buying Harry Potter merch.

If you aren't doing anything to increase her wealth one of the works you like has a bigot for a author whatever. Like it happens sadly more often than you think.

If however you are buying merch playing the new game going to hp world you are contributing to what she's doing with the money. Aka donating to groups to spread transphobia. That's the big deal.

That's the real moral failing. Who gives a shit if you like Harry Potter if you aren't making her richer.

I mean if you like man fuck Harry Potter I feel that.

But if you're like man I used to love this series I'm not buying that shit anymore but why'd she have to be a bigot what it say about me that I loved it?

And it doesn't have to be a negative thing. What you take away from a book series what you find meaning in is independent from authorial intent

In fact if you had passion for it don't dismiss it. You can take that inspo really think though what you like and disliked about the series and then find other works using your reflections or even better create better works. Who knows maybe one day it will take over the mantle of cultural significance Harry Potter has gotten over the last few decades.

You can't hope to only be influenced by unproblematic things because the world is flawed but you can still take inspiration from what's around you and make it better.

Just don't give her any more money. Also remember that to do that you can't just talk to people online.

You can see people who spend a lot of time online critiqueing rowling. But you know whose not chronically online? The 80 year old who went to see Harry Potter 20 years ago with her grandkids did she read Rowlings Twitter melt down? Maybe not. Does she keep up with Harry Potter news? Probably not. But in the future if she has to go to a kids birthday party she may get them the Harry Potter Lego set. She might have HBO she might watch the new series to be nostalgic.

I think the general public who may be less online is forgotten when thinking about who buys Harry Potter stuff. And that's kinda what results in Rowling still getting more rich too. So like maybe explain to the people like that in your life why they should avoid buying Harry potter now.

Maybe one day we can have the debate of should we discuss Harry Potter be a "fan of it" if we aren't buying shit. But Rowling who fell off the billionaire list has been put back on it from HP related sales alone.

Its not a spreading of a idea issue right now its a money issue.

IMO focusing your irritation at people who don't buy the merch is silly.

You are morally bankrupt if you just look up fanart too

On the same level as people who buy the merch?

If you threw out your Harry Potter merch cuz you can't stand to look at it anymore I get it.

But if you trying to be helpful it's not actually doing anything. Moneys already been given to her save yourself money keep the extra coat or scarf or mug.

Because this isn't about whose more moral. We are way past that it's about not crowdfunding a billionaires hate that she's for some reason decided to pursue as a hobby.

You don't need billions to live ritzy life

If you guys stop buying hp stuff today you save like 80 million a year for the next 30 years being donated to fund transphobia. And fandom is free if no one is buying new things for a IP new projects won't be greenlit

This HP show isn't being made because tiktok made marauders edit its because enough people bought hogwarts legacy.

And I promise when they new things aren't being made Harry Potter will fade from being this prominent. The past can't be rewritten but old things don't always stay popular. Would star wars continue to be as popular as it is without the sequel series and TV show existing?

What if no one ever adapted lotr into anything after Rankin Bass

Hell what if no one ever made any lotr related media since the Peter Jackson trilogy. Even though it was Incredible would it be very widely discussed anymore? Sure things inspired by it would exist but that's not the same.

And when it gets to that level of cultural irrelevance even if it's still considered good it really won't matter if you like it or not.

it's a moral failing to still be a harry potter fan

[rainrot4me]

This is gonna be a very very VERY FREAKY ask but uh...um...what kind of porn do the creeps get off to, if they watch/consume that kind of content?

I'm so sorry if this ask is weird and disgusting if it makes you uncomfortable I completely understand if you don't answer this question!

Sweet angel anon, nothing is too freaky for me 🤍 Didn’t include Lj or Slender because I do not think they watch porn, they just don’t seem the type.

๑ Warning: Porn, masturbation, taboo themes

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✦ . JEFF THE KILLER

Jeff’s got a nasty taste for rough, borderline violent porn—knife play, blood kink, biting, and aggressive rough sex scenarios. Usually scrolls through Twitter ‘daddy’ accounts because they post nasty shit he can get off to.

Think consensual non-consent or “forced” style roleplay with lots of power dynamics. He’s a big fan of forcing the camera in the bottom’s face and watching them choke or cry, barely able to speak. He hates too-polished porn; he prefers stuff that looks shaky and raw, or even homemade. Focuses more on the person receiving than the one giving.

Jerks himself off wherever the hell he feels like—probably in his room or somewhere absolutely gross, like the woods on a mission break. Fast, messy, no patience. Spits in his hand and grips his cock so hard he hisses. Doesn’t draw it out, just fucks into his fist that’s probably still got cuts on it.

He doesn’t give a shit if someone hears him. Might even groan loud on purpose just to piss people off. Uses his imagination more than porn; if he does watch, it’s on a stolen burner phone.

“C’mon, c’mon…fuckin’ christ—”

✦ . TICCI TOBY

Toby is more reserved about it—he watches messy, amateur, kind of affectionate porn. Lots of sloppy make-outs, body worship, praising the partner, overstimulation. He enjoys sensual stuff, things that make him blush and hide his face in his pillow.

If he’s in a bad headspace, he might go to rougher stuff, but usually soft domination is his jam. Usually watches on PornHub under an incognito tab on a busted laptop. So, so secretly is into somnophilia. If a video just so happens to pop up where some helpless, unknowing victim is being manhandled in their sleep, how is he supposed to not watch it?

Jerks off curled up in his room, behind locked doors, maybe even in the bathroom so he can turn the fan on and muffle the sounds. Goes fast at first because he’s anxious about doing it, but if he lets himself relax, he’s all about edging and drawing it out until he’s shaking and breathless. He tries to be quiet, all jerky movements, one hand over his mouth to muffle himself, hips jerking up into his fist. Sometimes finishes so fast he’s embarrassed.

Feels guilty after. Hides his face, sometimes mutters praise or dirty talk to himself under his breath. When he watches porn, it’s on low volume, with headphones, in bed at night.

“Shit…shitshitshit—”

✦ . EYELESS JACK

Jack goes for roleplay kink, no question—nurse outfits, teacher’s in detention, cops and robbers messy shit. Also likes very slow, sensual, bodily exploration energy, the kind of stuff you’d see under breeding tags. It’s unconventional, but he knows what he likes—and that’s slutty costumes.

Sometimes watches monster x human porn because it feels close to home. He oddly really likes animations and porn games, though he won’t specifically seek them out if they’re not there when he pulls up the screen. An X-videos warrior.

He’s drawn to well-filmed videos. He likes when the camera is still and has good angles, when the lighting lets him see everything. He doesn’t mind rougher videos, but definitely has a preference for professionally shot things that obviously have work put into them.

Jerks off in his own lab in the basement, behind a locked door, late at night when nobody will hear. Methodical, slow, almost detached—he analyzes the porn, then lets his own urges finally push through. Strokes himself easy at first, then fast, breath ragged, sometimes flexing his claws so he doesn’t break the equipment.

“Focus…nngh, dammit—”

✦ . MASKY (TIM WRIGHT)

Masky likes older, more traditional style porn—think 90s or 2000s grainy videos with passionate “cheating wife” scenarios where everyone is bad at acting. It’s so ‘old man’, but he definitely has porn dvds he puts into a laptop because that’s what he likes best.

He likes narratives, where someone is seduced or corrupted. Even though it’s usual for people to skip the first 5 minutes of a video to get into the sex, Masky will watch the entire plot/backstory because he likes the buildup. Is also way into breathplay and bondage themes, but only if they look authentic.

Pretends he doesn’t watch it but definitely does. There’s only so many times you can jerk off while staring at your ceiling, entertainment is nice. Will absolutely never admit it, though. Sees it as a weakness or something to used against him.

Jerks off in his bed, under blankets, late at night so nobody hears and his hard-on refuses to go down. You’d think he’s pissed with the way he grumbles as he shoves his boxers down. Slow, deliberate strokes, edging himself for way too long, eyes locked on the screen. Probably switches tabs constantly, looking for just the right scene. Mutters curses, controls his breathing, but ends up biting his knuckles and groaning so loud.

“Fuck—don’t you dare stop. Don’t—”

✦ . HOODIE (BRIAN THOMAS)

Hoodie prefers audio porn or written erotica over videos. He finds those ASMR audio role plays on YouTube so hot. Visuals sometimes freak him out, but if he can listen to someone getting their face fucked, it’s good for him. Is still a pretty big smut fan, though.

Softcore at first, then harder. Likes a build-up—plot-based, with powerplay or manipulation themes. Often watches “reluctant but consenting” audio role plays where it’s an experienced and inexperienced duo.

Soft dominance, praise kink, telling the partner what to do—he likes the mental aspect more than the visuals. He likes to hear the noises, imagine the positions, sometimes even be instructed or copy what they sound like they’re doing. If he watches a video, it’s usually gentle rough sex with lots of aftercare and talking throughout.

Jerks off at his desk, headphones on, locked door, usually after a stressful mission. He’s methodical and precise, timing himself with the audio, palms himself through his boxers for a while before pulling them down. Lots of controlled sighs, clenched jaw, doesn’t even mess up his hair.

“God… just like that.”

✦ . KATE THE CHASER

Kate watches porn that has a focus on stamina, chase, or hunting roleplay. Likes sweaty, physically intense sex, with a partner struggling to keep up. She’s all about predator x prey scenarios or forced domination situations.

Likes when it’s nicely filmed. Doesn’t have to be professional, but she does like to know what’s going on. If there’s bad acting or too much plot, she’ll turn it off. Just give her the raunchy porn. Mainly watches on random websites that host videos PornHub refuses to.

Also into pinning down/being pinned—wrestling turned sexual. If it’s filmed in the woods, she’s clicking it immediately. Also enjoys consensual non consent, the feral kind that has people crying and begging to stop. It scratches an itch in her.

Jerks of after a workout, still sweaty, in her room with a locked door while her heart is still racing. Almost treats it like a challenge, tests how long she can hold out. Grinds on her hand, pulls at her own nipples, flexes through the orgasm, bites her lips to stay quiet.

“Fuuuck—keep going…”

✦ . BEN DROWNED

You saw this coming… Animated hentai, glitchy edits, pixel video game porn loops. He’s obsessed with corrupted or modded video-game characters—pixelated girls, bugged-out facial animations, borderline uncanny valley shit.

Whatever game he’s into at the moment, he’ll crawl onto Twitter and look at crisp animations of the main character’s that people have animated to do heinous shit. Overwatch porn is his go-to, but also really enjoys Final Fantasy loops.

He likes unconventional scenarios, things that you definitely couldn’t get away with irl. On the train, at the beach, in a dressing room. He likes risky stuff that makes him feel anxious.

Jerks off inside a PC tower he’s possessing, or any screen, really. No physical body needed, but if he does “manifest,” he’ll messily get off with one hand while spamming the rewind function, repeating the climax loop again and again.

“Mhmm… Fuck, that’s hot.””

✦ . CLOCKWORK

Loves switchy porn—sometimes she wants to be dom, sometimes bratty sub. Lots of mutual teasing, orgasm denial, control battles. If there’s a fight that leads to sex video, she’s watched it. Watches on PornHub from fairly popular self-ran accounts. She has a few channels she goes back to, watching when they come out with new videos.

Big on femdom content with a twist of pain play. She likes to see women absolutely wrecking men and sucking through soul through their dick while they can do nothing about it. Otherwise, she’s big on pegging. Likes to watch people fall apart when getting dicked down for the first time.

Loves when there’s lots of talking. If the top is blabbing on and on about how good the bottom is being, she’s biting her lip so hard.

Jerks off right in bed, phone propped on her chest, no shame. Bratty about it, starts and stops, teasing herself with two fingers, then goes rough with a toy. Talks to the video like she’s in it. Moans openly because she knows she can.

“Yeah? You think you can that? Oh, fuuuck—”

✦ . NINA THE KILLER

Nina watches really mushy, romance-heavy porn. Boyfriend-girlfriend homemade videos, praising, body worship, slow undressing, cheesy music. Enjoys watching people lose their virginity or have sex for the first time, it’s so hot to her.

If she watches rough stuff, she likes seeing a hot stalker character break into someone’s house and fuck them (*eyeroll*). Usually just sticks to the homemade side of PornHub where the camera is shaky and the lighting is bad, but you can tell that it’s real and genuine and she likes to see people feel good.

If she tends to click on videos where the top has longer black hair, that’s her own business. She likes faceless videos, just angles from the neck down so she can imagine it’s her being fucked and not some lucky bottom getting their shit pounded.

Jerks off in her own pink-patterned sheets, door bolted, headphones in her phone. It’s not that she’s inherently embarrassed, she just likes her privacy about it. Breathless and quick, lots of fingers circling over her clit, sometimes rubs against a pillow if she’s especially desperate. Giggly and whimpery, praising herself out loud.

“Mmh, so pretty…so good, Nina…”

✦ . HOMICIDAL LIU

Liu likes soft, affectionate porn—especially “reunion after separation” type plots. He goes for raw, messy, extremely intimate porn, the kind that feels personal—homemade amateur videos, a bit rough around the edges, with real moaning and close-up, handheld shots. X-videos always seems to have what he’s looking for.

(This may be touchy): If he watches rougher content, it’s about slightly taboo family-role scenarios (stepsibling or stepparent) with a strong sense of corruption. It gives him a horrible pit in his gut, but he just can’t stop clicking on the videos when they pop up. There’s just something so arousing to him about being manipulated by someone close to you he gets off to.

He’s kind of vanilla deep down, but likes to watch a bit of biting or scratching. He won’t watch porn while he masturbates, but instead chooses to watch it to get himself pent up, barely rubbing himself through his pants before shutting turning off his phone and leaving to handle it.

Jerks off in the shower, so no one hears him. Slow, quiet, hunched over, trying to keep himself grounded. Cups his balls, strokes himself steady, sometimes chokes himself on purpose against the water spray. Cleans up instantly afterward to bury the guilt.

“Fuck— I shouldn’t— I’m sorry—”

✦ . JANE EVERLASTING

Jane is very picky; she likes femdom, high-quality, artistic porn. Strong women, power reversal, worshipping themes. If there is a man on his knees begging to even be touched, she’s sooo getting off on that.

She cannot stand fake-sounding moaning or over-the-top acting, it has to look real. Ethical feminist themes with very loving but rough partners. Adores videos where women are worshipped like goddesses and they are the dominant ones. Watches on her laptop with the volume very high because she loves to hear every whine and moan.

Jerks off with candles lit, clean sheets, a vibrator with multiple settings. She’s very ritualistic about it. She has the same 5 PornHub channels that she rewatches her favorite videos on. Moans confidently, never ashamed. Treats porn like a reward for surviving the week.

Toys only, fingers aren’t enough for her. Switches settings a lot, breathing deeply, praising herself. Likes to moan loud, powerful, almost a challenge to the world. She’ll grope her own tits and roll her nipples until she’s breathless and sensitive.

“Yes. Just like that. Perfect— fuckkk…”

✦ . X-VIRUS

Cody’s into corruption or “bad girl/boy gets the attitude fucked out of them” kinks—fixing the other person or being their only weakness. He likes when someone is a brat and the only way to remedy their loud mouth is by occupying it with dick.

Likes when it’s a third-person video. Like two people are going at it and a third is walking around them giving all the angles and shots of two people just fucking each other. Can’t stand when the bottom gets too loud, it’s all annoying to him. PornHub is where he goes because it has the most and is easily available.

Also watches choking/breathplay and role reversals. He likes when the bottom passes out from lack of air, the video turning into a free-use situation. Occasionally dips into monster porn because he relates to “outsider” themes.

Jerks off at his desk chair, door locked, porn on the biggest monitor possible. Rough, fast, doesn’t waste time. Sometimes talks to the screen, filthy talk, praising or humiliating the actors. Might cum twice if he’s feeling wild.

“Yeah, take it—fucking take it—”

꩜ .ᐟ

[maskedbyghost]

In Sickness, In Health, In Surveillance (2)

Synopsis: To spy on a dangerous neighbor, you and Simon have to pretend you’re married, even though you’re constantly at each other’s throats. The longer you fake it, the harder it gets to keep your distance.

Tags/CW: slow burn, fake marriage, undercover mission, forced proximity, invasion of privacy, mild violence, explicit sexual content

Masterlist

The tour of the house didn’t take long.

It wasn’t small, but it wasn’t big either. Just enough space to feel like you were supposed to settle in and make memories or whatever. three steps from the living room to the kitchen, two turns down the hallway to the bedrooms, and every corner filled with furniture that was too clean, and obviously picked out by some intern in the intel department who probably googled something like suburban interior vibes and called it a day.

Simon didn’t say much as he moved through it all. Just kept walking, glancing at things without really looking at them, making mental notes in that calculating way of his that already made your skin itch.

You followed a few feet behind, arms crossed, your eyes moving over the fake decor and the perfectly placed picture frames. There were slippers by the door, matching robes hanging in the bathroom, and a half-finished crossword puzzle open on the coffee table.

The bedrooms were down the hall, one on each side, both similar in size, both painted the same soft gray that was supposed to feel relaxing but just made everything feel colder.

You stopped in the doorway of the master, watching as Simon stepped inside and glanced around like he was scanning for cameras, even though they’d already been told there weren’t any. King-sized bed, two nightstands, dresser, closet. Nothing fancy.

He turned slightly when he noticed you hadn’t followed him in.

You stayed where you were. “So. Sleeping arrangements.”

He blinked once. “Yeah.”

You crossed your arms tighter. “I don’t care where you sleep, but we should keep both our stuff in here. Just in case.”

He didn’t ask what you meant. You both knew.

If Delaney or his wife decided to pop by, if someone got curious, if anyone snooped, they’d expect to see signs of a shared life. Two people in one room, with clothes mixed in the closet. Toothbrushes side by side. Little things that mattered more than anyone wanted to admit.

Simon looked around again, then nodded once.

“Fine. I’ll take the other room.”

You stepped into the master now, walking past him toward the closet, opening it up just to see how much space you were working with. “Don’t spread out over there. If it looks too lived-in, it’ll raise questions.”

“Wasn’t planning to decorate,” he muttered, setting his duffel down on the end of the bed.

You didn’t look at him as you pulled open the top drawer of the dresser. “And leave your boots in here, the nice ones.”

You placed a few shirts in the drawer and closed it again.

“This is already hell,” you said, almost under your breath.

Simon didn’t turn around. “You picked the job.”

“No,” you corrected, grabbing your toothbrush from your bag and heading toward the bathroom, “I picked intelligence work. Not a fake marriage with a man who hates me.”

“Guess we’re both suffering, then,” he called after you.

You left the bathroom door open, letting the sound of your toothbrush hitting the cup echo a little louder than it needed to. The floor creaked behind you, and you didn’t turn when he passed by the door, heading toward the second bedroom at the end of the hall with his bag slung over one shoulder.

No goodnight. No see you later.

Just footsteps and silence and a house that already felt too full.

-

You couldn’t sleep.

You weren’t even trying, really. You were just lying there in the dark with the covers bunched around your legs and the bedroom ceiling somewhere above you, waiting for your brain to settle and knowing it wouldn’t. The bed wasn’t uncomfortable, but it didn’t feel like yours, nothing in the house did, and the whole thing was already starting to crawl under your skin in a way you couldn’t shake.

Eventually, you gave up and made your way down the hall, bare feet quiet against the floor, already expecting to find him awake. And of course, you were right.

Simon was in the kitchen, sitting at the table with a mug in front of him, shoulders relaxed but not at ease, like he wasn’t tired enough to sleep but too on edge to do anything else. The lights were off except for the dim one above the sink, and the kettle was still warm when you touched it, so he hadn’t been there long.

You grabbed your own mug and poured the rest of the water, not saying anything as you sat across from him. The table was small, and you were close enough to feel how tense the silence between you was. You hadn’t spoken much since unpacking, just a few short sentences about where things should go, and nothing else.

For a while, it stayed like that. The occasional shift of your mug on the table, the faint creak of the house settling.

“We’re not just watching him,” you said eventually, voice low, more to break the tension than anything else. “We’re testing how far he’s willing to go. If he’s connected to anything serious, we’ll know within the first week.”

Simon gave a small nod. “He’s careful. But not perfect.”

“He won’t trust us overnight,” you said. “But his wife might.”

He looked at you then, enough to make sure you knew he was listening.

“She’s the one who waves from the window. She’s the one who makes cookies. If anyone’s gonna bring us into their little circle, it’s her.”

“She’ll like you,” he said.

You raised an eyebrow. “What makes you so sure?”

“You’re good at smiling when you’re lying.”

You blinked. “That supposed to be a compliment?”

“It’s supposed to be useful.”

You leaned back a little in your chair, mug still in your hands, fingers warm around the ceramic. “If we’re doing this, you need to try a little too. You can’t just stand around looking bored and hope no one notices. We’re supposed to be married, not roommates who barely speak.”

He didn’t argue. But he didn’t agree either.

“You don’t have to flirt or be charming,” you added. “Just... try not to look like you’d rather be anywhere else.”

He gave a slow shrug, like the request didn’t faze him but also didn’t promise anything.

“I’m not doing all the talking,” you said. “I’m not carrying this whole thing while you grunt your way through conversations and hope no one finds it weird.”

Simon looked at you, quiet for a second too long. “I’ll do what I need to do.”

You nodded, jaw tightening just a little, not out of anger but because you already knew how this would go.

“We need to get the story straight,” you said after a second, softer now. “How we met. How long we’ve been together. Where we lived before this.”

“Met at a hardware store.” he said immediately, like he’d already memorized it.

You blinked. “That’s the story you want to go with? A hardware store?”

He didn’t even flinch. “Simple and easy to remember.”

“Right,” you muttered, setting your mug down, “nothing says romantic origin story like locking eyes over a box of screws.”

Simon stared at you flatly. “Would you rather say a pub? That’s where people go to meet strangers and cheat on their wives.”

You wrinkled your nose. “Okay, hardware store it is.”

He nodded once. “You were buying paint. I was getting drill bits. We argued over who was next in line.”

You stared at him for a second, mostly because it sounded too rehearsed and annoyingly plausible. “Fine. How long were we dating before we got married?”

“Eighteen months.”

“That feels fast.”

“We’re in love.”

You snorted under your breath and leaned forward on your elbows. “Right. Completely head over heels, we hold hands when we walk.”

“Too much,” he said immediately.

“What, the hands?”

He gave you a pointed look. “You and I don’t hold hands.”

You narrowed your eyes. “You and I aren’t actually married.”

“Exactly.”

After a second, he leaned back in his chair again, arms crossed. “We’ll keep it simple.”

You nodded once. “Fine. No over-the-top affection. But enough that they don’t think we’re sleeping in separate beds.”

He didn’t answer that. Just held your stare for a second longer before finally picking up his mug again.

You leaned back too, quieter now, staring at the wood grain on the table. “You snore?”

“No.”

“You better not be lying.”

“I don’t lie,” he said, taking a slow sip.

You rolled your eyes and stood up, stretching your shoulders, already dreading the morning. “We’re gonna suck at this.”

Simon didn’t look at you. “Yeah. This’ll be a disaster.”

-

You didn’t think waking up in that house would be worse than falling asleep in it, but somehow, it was.

The bed was too warm, the light that slipped in through the blinds was blinding despite the overcast sky outside, and for a good five seconds, you forgot where you were when you opened your eyes and stared up at the ceiling.

It was the smell that grounded you, eventually, fresh paint, and the faint, sharp scent of whatever cleaning solution had been used to make the house feel "ready." None of it smelled familiar. None of it smelled like home.

By the time you got up and shuffled into the kitchen, Simon was already there, fully dressed and half through making tea, of course. He didn’t look at you when you walked in, just stepped slightly to the side to make room as you passed behind him and reached for your mug in the cabinet.

You filled your mug and leaned back against the counter, watching him stir his tea without looking rushed, already settled into his annoying little routine like he belonged here.

“You slept?” you asked, not because you cared, but because it felt too awkward not to say anything.

“A bit,” he said, still facing the kettle.

You nodded once and took a sip from your mug. It wasn’t good, but it was warm.

“Need to check the cameras later,” you said. “I want to make sure the angles catch the street without being too obvious.”

Simon finally looked at you. “I’ll handle that.”

You gave a small shrug. “Fine. I’ll go through the cover stories again. Just in case she asks anything weird.”

He didn’t respond. Just raised his mug to his mouth and took a slow drink like there was nothing urgent about any of this. You resisted the urge to tell him to blink more like a human being, but it was too early and not worth the effort.

It was only when you turned slightly toward the window that you saw her in the garden next door, watering the row of flowers that lined the little white fence separating your yards. Blonde hair up in a loose ponytail, sandals on despite the cool weather, a ridiculous pink watering can in one hand, and a little smile on her face.

“Shit,” you muttered under your breath.

Simon followed your gaze, then moved a little closer to the window. “Michelle.”

“Yep.”

Neither of you moved at first. Just stood there, two half-awake soldiers in a borrowed kitchen, staring through the glass. And then she looked up and waved.

You waved back automatically, eyes narrowing just slightly. “Get your shoes.”

Simon didn’t argue. Just set his mug down and turned toward the door, already reaching for the loafers they’d picked out for him to wear.

You followed a second later, slipping into the backyard with a polite smile already fixed on your face and dread curled tight in your stomach. The grass was too green. The fence was too perfect. And Michelle? She was already walking toward you like she’d been waiting for this.

“Hi there!” Michelle called out as you stepped into the yard, watering can hanging loosely from one hand.

“Morning,” you said with a polite smile, stopping just short of the fence. Simon stayed close beside you, silently.

“You two must be the new couple next door!” she said, beaming. “I was going to wait until a more reasonable hour, but then I saw you through the window and I thought, well, why not?”

“I’m glad you did,” you said, offering a quick smile as you stepped closer to the fence. You gave her your names, and she nodded, still smiling as if you’d already passed some kind of invisible test.

“I’m Michelle. My husband, Mark, would’ve come to say hello too, but he had to run out early this morning. Some work thing, as usual. But he’ll be back later this afternoon. He’ll be thrilled to meet you both.”

Simon nodded once. “Nice to meet you.”

His voice was low, even, and just friendly enough. You resisted the urge to elbow him in the ribs.

Michelle leaned a little over the fence, gesturing toward the row of neat houses across the street. “We’re actually planning a little get-together later this week, just a casual thing in our backyard. Food, music, drinks, you know. We usually invite the neighbors a couple of times a year, and it’d be the perfect chance to welcome you in properly.”

You smiled like you hadn’t already guessed that was coming. “That sounds lovely.”

“A lot of people will be there,” she continued. “Just so you’re not surprised. It’s a little tradition now. The Johnsons next door bring this awful potato salad but no one tells them because they’re sweet. And the couple two houses down, Emma and James, they’ve been having marriage issues for the past five years, but always show up like they’re on their honeymoon. Honestly, it’s more entertaining than anything on Netflix.”

You let out a polite laugh, more from the ridiculous amount of information than anything else.

“I’ll text you the details,” she added. “It’s nothing formal, and don’t worry, we always end up with too much food, so no pressure to bring anything.”

Simon nodded again. “We’ll be there.”

You glanced at him, surprised he answered before you could, but Michelle didn’t seem to notice.

She checked her watch. “I better head in before the dog gets into the cereal again. But I’m really glad I caught you both. It’s so nice to finally have new faces on the block.”

“We’re happy to be here,” you said, and didn’t even flinch at the lie.

Michelle smiled again, gave one final wave, and turned back toward her house, already humming something to herself as she disappeared through the side door.

The second it closed, you let your shoulders drop and glanced at Simon. “Look at us. Already the picture of suburban bliss.”

Simon didn’t blink. “You smiled too much.”

“You didn’t smile enough.”

He gave you a blank look. “I said more than you thought I would.”

You huffed out a breath, starting back toward the house. “Yeah, and it’s already terrifying.”

He followed a step behind, hands in his pockets, voice low as the door shut behind you.

“This week’s gonna be hell.”

You turned to him, reaching for your mug again with a small smirk. “Better get used to smiling, sweetheart.”

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[bewitched-hours]

Good morning/evening.

Well its me again :] and I'm here for another request.

Basically, Mafioso x Bartender?Reader oneshot [You can make it into yandere if you want; No pressure].

Where Reader was once Mafi's best friend when they were young adult [During that time, They didn't know that He works and is a mafia himself.]

However, They had end their friendship after slowly realizing They're being friend to a dangerous criminal. After that, They live hidden with the fear of being mistaken as His accomplice and fear of geting revenge + beaten.

As for that, They faked their identities and hidden their true job under cover as a bartender since all the people come to the bar to drink [get drunk, remember nothing next morning = barely see the bartender's face well + They hidden their identities.]

But They didn't even expect to meet Him IN THAT FRICKING BAR THEY'RE WORKING-

[Extra note: Mafioso in Forsaken, not in Dream game.]

Well, the rest is up to you. Stay safe and hope you have a great day :]

-Phalpelisk

Ooo, what a good little prompt I've been fed today~ And tbh, I can't even really find much about dream game aside from fan-stuff so I always just assume Forsaken with Mafioso... (Seriously, where do I even start-)

Reader gets She/They~

Do you regret it? Probably not.

Even getting indirectly involved with the Mafia would've been too dangerous for your tastes. You did what you had to do to make sure he wouldn't be looking for you.

You had faked your death, started over with a new identity, even dying your hair and wearing lenses along with a brand new closet. Though you always had a hat on that shrouded your face in shadows just to be sure.

Nowadays you were just a bartender taking care of the unfortunate and letting them air out their frustrations for the night while you collected tips for your sweet attitude. It was hard to act like that at times but you've never lived better!

But back when you were still younger... You sometimes catch yourself still thinking about your best friend. You felt bad leaving him behind but you didn't want to be seen as his accomplice or anything if push came to shove. You were too scared to let that happen.

Still, you couldn't help but wonder where he was now. Maybe he stuck to the Mafia business? Or maybe he could've changed? Was that possible?

As you thought on such manners in the quiet of the evening, you heard the bells of the door ring their gentle tune. It was him...

You hadn't expected to find him strolling by your workplace but tried to keep your composure. He didn't look too different from when you last saw him and you could always play off your anxiousness- if he noticed it- by pointing out the fact he was a mafia boss or just his looks... Was he known as a mafia boss even? Maybe it was time you invested yourself in the news more...

"Gonna need a Tom Collins..." He sighed, sitting down as you began mixing without a second thought.

Tom Collins... Gin, lemon juice, some simple syrup, a club soda and some ice with a little lemon wedge and cherry for garnish. It's actually one of your favourites...

As you shook your shaker with the ingredients, you couldn't help but notice his tone. "Long day, huh?" You somehow managed to keep a calm voice as you spoke up, straining your current mixture into his ice-filled glass and topped it with the soda and garnishes. "Nothing a little gin and lemon can't fix though, right?" You tried to keep it lighthearted, your sweet act going right past him as he began drinking.

"Just on the hunt for someone." He suddenly chuckled, catching you off-guard. Mafioso was always someone who could somehow see right through you and made you feel predictable. Though you blamed that on him having known you for practically an eternity.

Although, curiosity was practically your second nature. "Oh? Anyone special?" You asked casually, refilling his glass as you figured he might need a couple glasses before even getting tipsy... Well, at least you could probably get away with being casual considering your fake identity.

Except... He knew. "Just an old friend... Faked her own death." He looked up at you to note your slight slip-up in hesitation.

Even though you tried to play it off as simply wanting to see the time, keeping on your signature sweetness as though it was nothing as you continued. "She must be important then, to have someone look for her even so." You faked a chuckle, it all went right past him.

Your act was like glass to him. It frustrated him a little that he couldn't break through it and keep you to himself like he initially planned but he needed you to slip-up so he knew he was stalking the right you.

And you were basically giving him just that as he went on. "One way to put it. Not like I can blame her but she didn't do that good of a job covering her tracks." You couldn't see it but you could hear the smugness in his tone as you hesitated again to subconsciously think about your steps back then.

You felt your heart race as you knew you were caught but still attempted to shake it off in hopes he didn't catch on... Which he did...

"Is that so?" Seriously- How were you keeping such a casual tone despite being caught red-handed? "Any leads then?"

Your nervousness only grew when you heard him chuckle. It felt more menacing than anything. "Just your newfound sweetness... Your acting's better though." He sounded satisfied with himself, taking one last sip of his glass before handing you his card.

"You can run the tab on this and meet me outside. I'll be sure to speak to your boss so you won't have to worry." He got up and allowed you to see his smirk, making you sigh in defeat as your act dropped. At least the other patrons were all already tipsy or drunk enough to not intervene or report this...

You quickly run his card and let him type in the pin as you made your way around to the back where you could change to your usual outfit.

A knee-length dress that you simply had worn today because it made you feel cute, thigh highs to keep your legs warm and a pair of comfortable but fancy looking shoes to match the dress... What luck-

Getting outside, he had been waiting for you by an oddly casual looking car and approached as soon as your eyes met.

"Feel free to smoke a bit until I'm back." He simply said as he handed you a pack of cigarettes and a lighter before heading inside, leaving you no room to question him.

But with a huff, you did light yourself one and began smoking to calm your nerves. How did he even find you? Did he hire someone?

The thought made you shiver slightly but you went further ahead and decided to have a look at his car.

All black, even inside. Slightly tinted windows, a bunny- A BUNNY???

"Ya like him?" His sudden appearance made you practically jump as you dropped your cigarette. "His name's Gubby, you can hold him on the drive if you'd like." He didn't even really acknowledge the cigarette so you subtly stomped on it and quietly nodded before walking around to get in the passenger side.

Gubby practically bounced forward to meet you, sniffing your hands and squeaking happily as you pet him. It was pretty cute...

Almost makes you forget you're basically being kidnapped by your old best friend-

You must've been subconsciously smiling on the quiet ride as Gubby nudged himself against your fingers if you stopped petting him for even a second.

"Feels good not to act?" Mafioso snapped you out of your thoughts and you sheepishly nodded, realizing you've been letting down your guard already. Not like he didn't know.

"I just can't figure out how you managed to figure me out." You sighed, giving into Gubby's demands for affection again. "I got a new identity, dyed my hair and cut it- I even got contacts!" Your little pouts seemed to amuse the man you had known.

"I had a little help but it wasn't too hard to pick up a trail when looking through some old documents." Another shiver ran down your spine. Did the Mafia have access to government files or something? Sounds hard to believe...

Once you seemed to be close to your destination, Mafioso handed you a blindfold and looked at you expectantly. "I'm taking you to my hideout but I'm not having you remembering the way in or out in case anything happens." He sounded more serious and firm and honestly? You didn't have the energy to argue today so you just wrapped the blindfold around your eyes and used the little space below your eyes to just focus on Gubby instead. At least someone in this car can enjoy themself that way...

It was maybe half an hour to an hour of just hearing the engine of the car and the radio playing some songs from a CD Mafioso had on him. You kinda liked it even though it wasn't your usual cup of tea so you allowed yourself to hum along, much to his amusement.

"Glad you like it, [Reader]. It's really the only music I got available." You shrugged in response, trying to get used to your old name again.

It felt... Odd. You were so used to your new life but your old name was both comforting and eerie to hear... Especially out of an old friend's mouth...

But when the car finally stopped, you almost instinctively scooped up Gubby and held him in your arms as you waited for Mafioso to guide you again... Since you- ya know- STILL COULDN'T SEE-

Instead, he decided to lift you out of the car and carry you in a bridal carry as you practically clung onto Gubby to avoid him falling off. Not a single word fell from either of you though as you tried to listen around in confusion.

When the blindfold was finally off, you were greeted by the sight of Mafioso's goons... Who all seemed very curious about your appearance as you were finally let down to the ground and one of them took Gubby off your hands to let you move your arms again.

"This is [Reader], as you all know..." Did he talk about you? Wait- did they help Mafioso find you??? "They're staying with us indefinitely." waitwhat-

"Hold on- Indefinitely??" You questioned in shock, noticing the goons looking a little nervous as Mafioso sighed. "Yes, indefinitely. I put in a lot of work to find you and I'm not risking that again so we'll have your stuff brought here. You'll be taken care of so you won't have to worry." He sounded way too calm for your tastes but were you really in the mood to argue with a mafia boss? Nope.

With a groan, you began following the goons to your new room as they struck up conversation, asking about you and talking about themselves before letting it slip...

"Boss was pretty careful to make sure you didn't notice him following ya-" The goon was pretty quickly shut up by the others in a panic as you stared at them in confusion and slight anxiousness. "What does that mean?" You demanded to know, practically clawing at your own arms to not freak out right now.

"Ah- well-" Their mingled explanations were barely audible over each other so you stomped your foot once and the sound was luckily loud enough to get their attention back to you and allow you to speak.

And for once, you had a pretty mean glare on that managed to make them hesitant. You were able to drive a little fear into them and they were beginning to see how you and Mafioso fit together. "I'm not dealing with a headache today so I want one simple explanation, even if it's fake. I'm not driving myself to paranoia over not having a solid explanation for what you mean when you said he followed me." Your tone was firm and frustrated.

They all looked between each other nervously before one of them decided to step forward and satisfy your curiosity. "Well, we only found out you two had been friends recently. He told us you were someone dear to him and we were to help him find you at a set time each day. When he finally found you he had some of us visit you in disguises to find out what he wanted but because you put up an act he decided to go himself."

You stared at them for a while, trying to process their words until sighing and letting your shoulders slump. They took that as satisfaction and all sighed in relief. You could tell they were at least half-truthful but...

Were you really that important for Mafioso to hunt you down like that?

Who were you kidding, this is the most stubborn man you've ever known. It wasn't unrealistic to make yourself believe that Mafioso was just that stubborn to find you after your supposed slip-up in your plan years ago.

Still, you never wanted this! You've faked your death and created a new identity for yourself to get away from Mafia business! Not be dragged into it!

Sighing, you let the goons lead you to your room again and you were actually kinda surprised to find out it was decorated to your liking. It was mostly based on stuff you used to like back then but those things you still enjoy today so maybe Mafioso made a lucky guess in the new stuff. It would be more touching if you weren't basically the main character in a mafia romance novel.

No, you told yourself you wouldn't act like one. Never. That was way too cringe for your liking but at least you could finally lie down again.

You immediately noticed the comfort in the plush bed as you flopped down with the goons leaving behind a button and telling you to press it if you need help before disappearing. You didn't know what it would do but knowing Mafioso, it probably had a tracker or something in it. Whatever...

Back to the bed, it was comfortable enough to tempt you to fall asleep right then and there. It was the closest you've ever felt to sleeping on a cloud. But you couldn't let that distract you.

Especially not when you heard tiny scratches at your door and were almost excited to open it. You knew it was Gubby and you were more than happy to have him join you. He was in your lap on the bed in mere seconds with you happily scratching between his ears.

"Maybe this won't be so bad if you keep me company, right?" You said playfully, enjoying the little squeaks to comfort yourself for what felt like hours.

What have you been doing for that time? Daydreaming of course.

What about? Hey, you're the reader here, you think of it yourself lmao-

Nonetheless, you were a little embarrassed when you were brought back to reality by the door opening and Mafioso stepping through with a sigh and slight chuckle. "[Reader], I think you're starting to copy Gubby..." Was all he brought out for you to notice you and the bunny both had the same expression while looking at him. And you couldn't stifle your giggling for long as Gubby began jumping in front of you and squeaking in protest, his hind legs stomping against the plush bed in anger.

If only you knew the full extent of the lengths he went to to find you...

Anything you'd like to request/ask? Check out my pinned post first and I'll be happy to write up whatever you want!

[nights-at-crystarium]

Okay this's a long post, but I'm BEGGING you to slow down and read the above stuff. The general sentiment's bleak and depressing, though, whether you're a creator or a reader, we're all stuck in this current reality.

In our xiv corner, I noticed that some people actually begin to look up to my work as an inspiration and a success story. While this "success" keeps being shaky and uncertain, I have to keep promoting my work like cursed in order to stay in the same place, I AM able to work on Fragments full time and have a home and eat, so I guess that qualifies as success these days. I hope this doesn't come across as bragging, in face of horrors I simply want to provide a positive example, to acknowledge how lucky and privileged I am that, despite everything, there are still enough people that love and support Fragments.

I'm in my 30s, but I've never had any real comic aspirations, no ocs that I dreamt of since I was a child. So, while I emotionally resonate with the jaded creators in this post, my story's a bit different. I'm forever a fanartist, a fandom dweller that tried making something out of pure love, and it happened to be in a fandom large and active enough to pick up.

It began in 2022, in the hellish post-apocalyptic socmed landscape that I've been able to navigate only because I have a decently analytical, "seller" mindset, and a lot of spite for the evil that took away MY internet. They shit all over my home, now I'm fighting tooth and nail to keep the tiny island that keeps shrinking every year (the censorship, the algorithms, the conservative and purist idiots). Audience becomes more and more shallow, hard to please (the oversaturation, everyone's an artist now), hard to grab (everything has to be FLASHY!!!!! Bite-sized, instant gratification), trained by twitter and tiktok to consume without giving anything back.

Making a comic (or fics, or regular art, anything) isn't hard. It's nice and fun. It's more accessible than ever now! But getting it out there? Will you have enough mental fortitude to keep pushing your work, day after day, for months, for years? If you stop showing up on people's feeds, you're forgotten. But what if there isn't enough new material to show? Not everyone can churn out a new art every day. Recycling old stuff? A part of you dies whenever you do that. Creators are also scared to interact and support each other due to the cancel culture, so everyone's on their own now. At least I am. I write, I draw, I publish, I promote. To say it's exhausting is to say nothing.

You have to conform. To make attention-grabbing visuals, to sterilize what words you type (unless you're on tumblr, bless) so that your post isn't dumped to trash by algorithm for having "support" or "dead" or "fuck" in it. Even if you jumped through all of those hoops, there's still a risk that people don't care for some reason. Try again.

One of the above posters expressed that to make comics is to be punk again, and boy does it resonate with me. I have so much anger and frustration and spite in me, I'll fight and retaliate until it literally kills me. My way of fighting is holding onto the one good thing that I have in my life, working on Fragments and then being a freak about it with my readers. Fragments is a mature work, it has the ~problematic~ shit that'll make the tiktok-brainrotted people clutch their pearls. Good. It doesn't even conform to the classic comic/manga layout, it's something else entirely, not even because I'm so desperate to be original, but because I do what works for me, what's easier to draw, what brings me joy. The entire comic's punk as hell in every way imaginable. And yet, it managed to find enough other punks that love it just the way it is. It's been 3 years, and I'm still blown away.

I'm a confident person, I know what I'm doing, I LOVE what I'm doing, I HAVE FUN (until I have to promote the goddamn thing again). My work's unusual and it'll probably never stop being niche. However, it's got just enough vibe to attract my tribe, for which I'm grateful. Just wanted to say don't give up, random person thinking of making a comic, be yourself, do whatever the fuck you want, prepare to endure a lot and then some more, but it might just work out for you even in 2025.

P.S. One last thing!! Never give in to the perfectionism. Done is better than perfect. Draw and move on, even if you feel dissatisfied with it. Chances are, you're your harshest critic, and no one else will notice the thing that drives you crazy. Don't get caught up in the loop of doom where you wanna redraw/rewrite what you've already published. MOVE THE FUCK ON. KEEP WALKING FORWARD.

In your view/experience. is the rate of "incompleteness" among webcomics more or less the nature of online personal projects as a whole? Or is there something specific to webcomics like laboriousness, audience expectations, relative medium infancy or whatnot?

well for one thing webcomics has changed significantly in the last ten years. it used to have a much lower barrier for entry, just get a smackjeeves account or set up a website with a wordpress plugin. starting a webcomic when i started my webcomic vs starting a webcomic now are totally different experiences.

so i can only speak to people who started their webcomics roughly ten years ago. and roughly ten years ago a lot of us were a whole lot younger with a lot more time and energy to spend on a comic for free. this part is probably still somewhat true for new artists.

but then you get older. your ideas change. your skill develops and the old stuff isn't as good. or you don't have as much time, you got a day job. unless you're one of like five people on earth your webcomic is not paying your rent. you need to make money. your shoulder hurts. you're 30 now. you're struggling to make updates on time between whatever else makes you happy and what else you need to do to live. you wrote this story when you were 21, you don't relate to it anymore, you have different ideas, you've grown up, your audience has noticeably dropped off from the peak, social media managing is hard, you have to go to work, you're so tired, all the time.

it's a lot of things.

[sturnioz]

blurb/fic where chris is making edibles and bun is over his shoulder being nosy/asking questions but he entertains it cause drugs are his pride and joy as he mindlessly responds???

-🌙

the rich smell of brownie batter is the first thing that grabs your attention the second you step into the frat house on a late wednesday afternoon, and you immediately follow the scent into the kitchen, scanning the area for the chocolatey treat until you spot chris.

he's hunched forward slightly, one palm pressed flat against the countertop while the other hand works a whisk diligently through the bowl of batter—a lot more calm and nonchalant than you have ever seen him before.

you step closer, your jacket slipping from your shoulders and your phone landing on the table as you make your way toward him. you're behind him now, peering over his shoulder with interest, seeing how the batter looks.

it's perfect—thick, smooth and gooey. your mouth waters at the sight, desperate for a taste, and without thinking, you reach out, aiming for the edge of the bowl to sneakily swipe some with your finger until a sharp sting snaps across the top of your hand.

"no," chris murmurs, his tone flat, barely even looking at you. "don't touch."

you flinch and pull your hand back quickly, cradling it against your chest with a frown. "i just... wanted to try it."

"well, you're not goin' to," he says bluntly, giving you a quick glance before looking back down at the bowl. "these are edibles, kid. s'not for you, yeah?"

the way he says it—like you're some child with sticky fingers and no-self control, much like some family members of yours—makes your cheeks burn with embarrassment and nose scrunch.

but instead of moving away, which you assumed he was hoping for, you stay in your spot, your curiosity outweighing all your other emotions as you peer down once again.

"so... you're making weed brownies?" you ask quietly, your head tilting to the side as you're unable to tear your gaze away from the gooey texture. "like, there's weed in there? the stuff you put in the bags?"

"it's cannabutter," he murmurs without looking up as he continues working. but when is response is met with silence, he pauses, turning his head just enough to glance at you to see the blank look on your face. he sighs, clarifying. "cannabis butter."

"ah." your lips part slightly in understanding as you nod, though you're still unsure. "do you buy it?"

chris lets out a slow, exasperated exhale as if he's forcing himself to muster the patience to deal with your questions right now. "you can, but i make it."

"how do you do that?" you press. you're too far into your nosiness to back off now, even as you catch the faintest twitch in chris' eyebrow.

"i uh," he stops whisking for a moment, the handle of the whisk clinking against the side of the bowl as he sets it down to scratch his cheek. "i measure the buds, grind 'em up. simmer it with the butter, nice 'n slow. then strain it 'cos nobody wants that lumpy shit."

you nod slowly, trying to absorb his explanation, though most of it does fly right over your head. you're no expert when it comes to working with cannabis, but one part sticks out to you—the one you're familiar with in your own baking life. "lumpy shit bad?"

he hums, replying flatly. "lumpy shit bad, yeah."

"how do you know how much to put in, though? is it hard to get right?"

"no," he scoffs softly, shaking his head. "jus' gotta know what you're doin'. and i know what i'm doin', alright? done it thousands of times already. can probably do this shit blindfolded if i want to."

"would you?" you ask, leaning in, a flicker of genuine interest lighting up your expression at the thought of seeing something like that.

but the look he gives you is blank—deadpan—the kind of look that makes your lips press together instantly, silencing yourself.

"shit," he drawls, picking up the whisk again and turning back to the bowl. "all these questions are a little cop-like. you gatherin' your information to rat me out, kid?"

"no," you answer, stifling a grin at his ridiculous accusation. for a moment, it's funny—his tone and choice of words. but as the weight of what he actually said sinks in, your amusement fades, replaced with a flicker of worry.

what if he actually thinks that?

you begin to take it too literally, and your expression shifts, leaning forward to get in his line of sight as you insist. "no, i'm not. i promise. i'm just curious, i swear—"

"i know," chris cuts off your rambling. he glances at you, blinking once, twice, before his lips curl in the most faintest of smirks. "it was a joke, bun."

divider credits. @issysh3ll

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[jazzthatonewriterchick]

Good Enough To Squeeze 💦 (Pro!Deku x Chubby!F!Reader 18+ One Shot)

Pairing: BF!Izuku "Deku" Midoriya x GF!Reader

Synopsis: When you’re invited to a pool party with your sexy, famous hero boyfriend, you’re more than happy to wear your usual oversized T-shirt and shorts combo. But when your man notices how much you appear to be a fish out of water surrounded by all of the bikinis, he is more than happy to ease those insecurities and show you how sexy you are…no matter who sees.

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS DNI); Established Relationship; Aged Up!Deku (Early 20s-30s); Reader Is Chubby/Plus-Sized; Body Insecurity; Deku Is A Great BF; Sneaky Sex; Bathroom Sex; Dom!Deku x sub!Reader; Spanking; Mild Oral (Giving & Receiving); Doggy Over The Sink; Public Sex; Daddy Kink; Deku Is A FREAK; Dick Piercing/Nipple Piercings; Mutual O; Creampie; Aftercare; Getting Caught (tee hee!); Possible Foursome?

Disclaimer:  I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer's Note: Happy 4th of July to all who celebrate!! 🥰🧨 I felt like writing some nasty shit about my favorite broccoli boi after seeing that art of him. Credits to this sexy ass fanart all go to soeduh_ on Twitter! Please follow them HERE! Enjoy & remember: ALL BODIES ARE SUMMER BODIES. GO PUT ON THAT BIKINI NOW. -Jazz

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"Baby!" your boyfriend calls from outside the bathroom door. "You still in there? We have to leave in, like, ten minutes!"

You turn away from your reflexion in the full length bathroom mirror, your heart thumping in fear that your man will open the door. "U-Uh, okay, babe!" you stammer. "Hold up! Just a minute!"

You turn back to look at the full-figured woman standing before you wearing the string bikini that for some reason you were so tempted to buy from the mall. It is a bright sunshine yellow with a thong bikini bottom that certainly does make your plump ass look immaculate.

But the other stuff? They don't make you feel the least bit immaculate. Or sexy or hot or whatever else your boyfriend always calls you.

As you zero in on each part of your body, you're hyperaware of each flaw, like the way your titties sag slightly in your bikini cups. Or how prominent your cellulite looks on your thighs. Or how your tummy protrudes under the strings of your bikini bottom, all rolls and love handles.

You raise your chubby arms, frowning at the hanging flesh there, and then poke your stomach. All soft flesh. You feel so...exposed. Though you're aware every girl at Bakugou and Mina's pool party will probably be wearing the same thing, you feel like you can't.

You bought this bikini specifically for this pool party a week ago and thought you looked good in it beforehand, but as you stare at yourself in the full-length mirror now, all you can think about is ripping it off and returning it (because you kept the receipt).

What were you thinking? And what was Izuku, your sexy, hot pro hero boyfriend with abs and a firm ass to die for thinking calling you hot in this?!

"I can't wear this," you whisper to yourself. But as you begin to reach back to untie the bikini top, feeling uncomfortable and itchy in it, you're interrupted again.

Knock, knock, knock!

"Baby, we're down to five!" Izuku hollers. "Is everything alright?" He sounds worried which isn't good. Quickly, you run the sink water on high. "Y-Yeah!" you stammer. "Sorry, I just spilled water on the floor. I'll meet you outside."

Your heart thumps wildly, hoping he won't come in and see you trying to take your bathing suit off. You know he'll protest, your sweet, supportive Izuku. You still wonder how you managed to bag a guy like him.

"Well...okay," he reluctantly replies. "I'll pack the sunscreen for you and get the AC runnin'!"

When he finally leaves, you sigh in relief. You don't want your boyfriend coming in and seeing you crash out over a bathing suit. You look at the shirt and denim cut-offs sitting on the edge of the bathtub. Your saving grace.

When you pull on the oversized shirt and shorts over your bikini, though it allows you the coverage and hiding you crave, you also feel...weird. Trapped. Unconfident. You hate how you feel.

But you don't have time to wonder why with the clock winding down. Quickly, you grab your pool bag and flip flops before hurrying to meet your boyfriend in the driveway.

Izuku is leaning against his dark green sports car when you show up outside. He looks like a damn catalogue model standing there in the bright sun, his Raybans on his eyes and only wearing his trunks and a tight white tank top. Your lick your lips at the light dusting of freckles across his broad shoulders and chest, his muscles so prominent and yummy.

"Ready!" you announce, plastering on a big, fat smile. He smiles at the sight of you...but then that smile quickly fades. He looks put off at the sight of you. "What's up?" you ask.

Those emerald eyes still look confused as they roam over your outfit. "Uh...nothing!" he chirps, plastering on a fake smile. "It's just...didn't you have a bathing suit you bought that you wanted to wear?"

You are one step ahead of him, having already cooked up a story as to why you didn't wear it so he won't worry about you. "Oh, I got juice on it, so it's in the washer machine," you quickly lie. "So I threw this on. Don't worry, this fits me better anyway!"

Izuku still looks pretty concerned and unswayed by your chipper attitude though. He knows you way too well. But you figured as his girlfriend for five years and roommate, he would know you like the pages of his favorite book.

Izuku has always treated you as the beautiful, sexy woman you want to be seen as. Despite your different body shapes obvious size difference (funny enough, Izuku is TALLER than you!), and the fact that he could always go for a smaller, more famous woman, the #1 pro hero still holds you up on a pedestal.

And so you try to hide this from him in the hopes to not worry or hurt him. "I'm fine, babe," you coo, placing a hand on his arm. "Now c'mon before Bakugou blows up your phone for being late...and you know he'll LITERALLY blow it up."

Despite Izuku's obvious concern, he still gets in the driver's seat while you crawl into the passenger's side and skids off from your shared condo for your mutual friends' party.

As you suspected, Bakugou and Mina went all out for this party: the outside of their mansion is decorated in inflatable beach balls, fake tiki torches, and paper lanterns while colorful animal floaties, pool noodles, and water guns surround the mammoth-sized pool filled with people. There are tables filled with booze, Jell-O shots, and BBQ thanks to Bakugou's cooking skills.

Everywhere you look, you see guests dressed in their best swimwear...and girls in all kinds of bathing suits. All of them sexy. All of them exposing skin. You already feel like a zebra in a herd of a gazelles. Despite Izuku's firm hand in yours, you feel so unconfident and already want to go home.

Luckily, one of the hosts greets you before you can. Bakugou has on his best orange trunks while the rest of him is shirtless, tattoos and muscles on full display. You may have had some dreams involving him and Izuku together with you a few times.

"There you extras are," he huffs, smirking at you and Izuku, the sweetheart pair. Then he wrinkles his nose at you. "You lose your bathing suit or somethin', squirt?"

Squirt-the stupid nickname he calls you because of your height. "It's underneath, Bakugou," you sarcastically reply, "but thank you for your concern." You think you see Bakugou shoot Izuku a confused glance, but you ignore it.

Then Mina comes bounding over in a zebra-print bikini, looking absolutely fabulous in it. Her legs and stomach are toned from years of training. Her perky breasts jiggle enticingly. And her ass? You could bounce a whole bank off of it!

"Eeee, you're here!" she squeals, squeezing you and Izuku both to her in a tight embrace. You can smell the tequila off of her, mixing in with the scent of mango shampoo in her pink curls. "Come on, we've got BBQ and plenty of alcohol. You two want some shots?"

She drags you and Izuku over to the tables with Bakugou, her grumpy yet hot boyfriend, trailing after you, yelling at you to not take all of the twisted teas.

Once you take a Jell-O shot with Izuku, you both hooking your elbows together to drink in unison, you fill your red cup up with some of Mina's concoction: fruit punch spiked with vodka and topped with an umbrella. The alcohol helps to ease your anxiety, pushing it deep down enough for you to act like you're enjoying yourself.

As you begin to socialize with people, you become increasingly aware of how "out of bounds" you are even more. Conversing with Mina and the group from UA becomes difficult once you notice how good all the girls look in their bikinis.

And of course, they notice that you didn't go with the pool party attire.

"Kero, you didn't wear a bathing suit, Y/N?" Tsuyu curiously asks in her frog-green bikini. You simmer in the sun with everyone's eyes on you. "O-Oh, it's underneath," you nervously giggle.

"You must be hot in that though!" Kiri protests, looking so funny with the white streak of sunscreen on his nose. "This sun is blazing! Sweating is real manly, but jeez!"

You give him a tight-lipped smile, sweating out of awkwardness...and because of the sun. You don't dare raise your arms. "I just wore this because I burn easily."

"That's a good idea," Momo agrees, looking damn near like a Victoria's Secret model in her red bathing suit that outlines her perfect, slender body. "I tend to burn easily too, but Jirou insisted I just apply more sunscreen."

Jirou tuts in her purple bikini, an arm wrapped around Momo's slender waist. Uraraka giggles to herself, looking so cute in her pink bikini with white flowers posted on each of her bikini cups. She suddenly gasps, pointing. "Oh, look! Pool animals!"

You and the girls turn excitedly, gaping at the inflatable zebras, giraffes, hippos, and frogs being tossed in the pool by Denki and Sero. Mina, drunk as hell, tries to hurry over, but Bakugou snatches her back by her bikini bottoms.

"Hold up, Pinkie," he growls. "You need more sunscreen on ya. Can't have you lookin' like a damn shrimp." You watch as he squirts some sunscreen on his hands and rubs it up and down her toned back, hips, and ass, making her jiggle when he gives her a playful smack on the behind.

"Thank you, baby," she giggles, kissing him on the cheek. "Now come swim with me!" She takes his hand and drags him off with the others, leaving you to watch in envy. You tug at the collar of your shirt, hot and sweaty, the blue water looking extra appetizing.

'Just take off the damn shirt!' your inner voice screams at you. 'Who cares about how you look? It's a pool party!'

Luckily, Izuku comes to your rescue before you can succumb to your inner thoughts. He is a little tipsy judging by his squinty, green eyes and flushed cheeks. Probably too many Jell-O shots. He looks so cute when he's drunk.

"Hey, you," he coos, his eyes sparkling at the sight of you. "You're not gettin' in the pool?" You cross your arms over your chest, soothing yourself. "I will," you reply. "I just ate though. It's not good to swim when you just ate."

It's a shit lie and Izuku knows it. You only ate a piece of BBQ chicken and a salad...and that was an hour ago! He suddenly leans in, placing a hand on the small of your back. "Can we talk for a minute?" he whispers. Oh, boy. You can already tell this is about something serious.

You know you can't escape this, so you let Izuku lead you away from the party and in the mansion for one of the many bathrooms. This one is located in the back of the house, away from the party that turns to muffled noises once Izuku gets you alone.

He first checks to make sure you're alone before he shuts the door. You swallow, feeling uncomfortably big like Alice in a too-small room. "What's up?" you ask, doing your best to seem as innocent as possible.

Your boyfriend turns to you, a crease between his brows. He looks so worried. So conflicted. You immediately feel like shit. "I didn't wanna say anything and ruin the party for you, but Kaachan practically forced me to do this. I can't help but feel like you wore this for a reason and you're not telling me why."

Your stomach plummets as reality hits you. You knew that this would happen. That he would find out about you and your secrets.

He comes towards you, his emerald eyes etched in worry and gentleness. "Why didn't you wear your bikini?" he gently asks. "Did you really spill juice on it?"

You feel your body tremble in fear. Fear about the truth. "No," you defeatedly confess. "I do have it on under my shirt, but I..." You stare down at your white-painted toes, swallowing the lump growing in your throat.

Izuku presses his fingers under your chin, tilting your face back up to meet his forest-green irises. "But what, doll?" he gently encourages. "Talk to me."

The lump grows bigger and you can feel tears stinging in your eyes, threatening to ruin the makeup you applied with your waterproof mascara and face mist. You hope that the waterproof applies to tears too. "I didn't think I looked good in it," you whimper.

Izuku gapes at you, shocked. "What?!" he exclaims. "Baby, are you kidding?! That bikini was made for you! You looked amazing in it!"

You roll your eyes, once again adverting your gaze from his shocked expression. "You're just saying that 'cause you're my boyfriend," you mutter.

You try to turn away, but Izuku holds you firmly by your arms, keeping you still. His eyes are serious and intense, enflamed with a passionate fire that you've only seen a handful of times. Izuku is usually very laidback and non-confrontational...but not today. You've pushed him.

"No, I'm not," he firmly says. "You looked fucking hot, Y/N. When you sent me that photo at work the first time you tried it on, it took everything in me to not race and put you in our mattress."

Your body grows hot from his dirty confession. It isn't like your boyfriend isn't sexual from time to time, but you don't think he's ever been this blatantly freaky before. "R-Really?" you stammer.

"Really," he answers, stroking your chubby cheek with his calloused, scarred hand. "You're perfect, doll, and I need to you to know that. Bikinis are made for ALL bodies, including yours, and you shouldn't feel insecure about the way you're made."

The saddened, embarrassed tears in your eyes turn to ones of happiness. You giggle, pressing your hands against Izuku's hard planes of pecs, the two studs of his nipple piercings rubbing against your thumbs. "Well, maybe not if I'm with a guy as hot as you," you bashfully agree.

Izuku's other hand moves to cup your ass in your cut-offs, making your pussy throb. "Yeah?" he teases, a smirk playing on his lips. "Then why don't you take that off and show me that bikini underneath?"

"Right here?" you giggle. The sound of the party sounds louder now despite you being nowhere near it. Izuku's hooded, lustful gaze pulls you in, making you want to do everything he wants. "Right here. I locked the door, so no one's comin' in."

That gives you some relief...and arouses you so much that you fear that your thong is a pool now. Especially when Izuku starts using those plush lips on yours, giving you a slow, sensual kiss like he knows you enjoy. He just knows what makes you sticky for him.

So you unbutton and unzip your shorts before sliding them down your thick, plushy thighs, slinking out of them. Isuzu's eyes flicker down to your bikini bottoms, a dark shade of lust coating them as his eyes roam over your cellulite and stretch marks. "Baby," he murmurs. "You're perfect."

Then you peel off your shirt and toss it aside, leaving your juicy breasts exposed in your yellow bikini top. Standing before your man and the growing tent in his trunks, you realize just how wrong you were: you are sexy.

"Turn around," he demands. His tone is low and firm, exciting you. You do as he says and brace your hands on the sink as he comes up behind you. His hands begin to roam over your body, drinking in your rolls and plushy stomach.

You softly gasp as you feel his hard-on pressing into your backside, insistent and all yours. All yours. "Baby," you whimper. "We shouldn't-"

"Nah," Izuku interrupts, already moving to strip his top off of his head. "Don't say that. I need to show you." You feel his warm skin and toned body press into you from behind, exciting you further. "Need to show you how perfect you are."

His calloused hands begin to toy with your titties, cupping each one in his palms and massaging them. You moan, tilting your head back into his shoulder as each thumb and forefinger on his hands pinch and tweak your hard nipples through the thin fabric of your bikini cups. "Fuck," you whisper, biting your lip from the immense pleasure.

Izuku softly chortles in your ear, gently suckling on your earlobe as his lips travel down your neck. It doesn't take long for your core to grow hot with arousal, your pussy growing stickier and wetter with every ministration.

He then twists you around to face him and peels the thin cups away to expose your titties to him. His eyes widen an inch, blown with lust and astonishment. "God," he softly groans. "You're so fucking gorgeous."

One of the things that never fails to make you hot and sticky is Izuku's dirty ass mouth. He never cusses in public, even when the cameras aren't around, but in private? The man swears like a sailor, especially when he's deep in your pussy.

He latches his lips onto one of your hardened peaks, gently sucking and nibbling on it as he massages the other. You bite back a loud moan, arching your back and pushing your chest farther into his wet tongue. "Izu," you moan. "W-We really should get back to the party."

"Fuck the party," he growls against your tits. "All my entertainment is right here."

He pulls away, leaving your nipples wet with his spit, and stands a good arm's length from you, teasing you. With mirth in his forest-green eyes, he pulls at the ties holding his shorts up and takes them down, revealing the pale skin of his thighs untouched by the sun and his cock.

His beautiful, hard, throbbing, veiny cock swinging between his thighs sinewy with hair as green as the top of his head. The pink head drips with pre-cum and shines with a metal ball piercing at the tip, desperate to be licked.

You gape at his dick and his impressive body, your fingers itching to indulge in his muscles and the silky, velvety skin of his shaft.

"Yours too," he says, a playful smirk playing on his lips. "Don't you want your boyfriend too, baby doll?"

He takes your hands and presses them against his abs, drawing them down to his cock. He bites his lip as your chubbier fingers toy with his shaft, a soft, lewd groan leaving his lips.

The way heat and wetness pools between your thighs screams yes to you. Your entire body reacts to his touch, voice, and the sight of his body, all of you ready to take all of him.

And minutes later, with your pussy slick from his tongue and your arousal and his cock wet with your spit after spitting and sucking on it, you do take him. Deep and slow.

Izuku has you bent you over the sink and your bikini bottoms pulled to the side, his cock sliding in and out of your slick, tight, velvety-soft pussy, enchanted by the way your lips stretch around his length and girth as he pounds into you from behind.

Your mouth falls agape, wanton, loud moans dripping from your lips as your feel his dick piercing kiss that spot inside of you that makes you see stars.

Izuku presses his face into your hair, breathing in your shampoo as his hands grip your hips tight, keeping you locked against him. "You look so fuckin' good in this," he groans. "My baby is so pretty."

You feel him grip your chin, forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror. "Look at her," he demands. "Look at that sexy bitch getting fucked by her man. Don't you dare turn away."

You stare at the full-figured, plus-sized woman staring back at you in the mirror, her hair a fucked-out mess and her face screwed in pleasure, streaks of mascara on her cheeks and gloss all over her lips from feverish kissing.

With her bikini top hanging from her stomach, her cups peeled down, her juicy tits jiggle with each thrust that Izuku makes, her tummy and ass jiggling in tandem from the force of his fucking. Her thong is pulled to the side, allowing Izuku easier access to pound into her for a sneaky fuck.

You are exposed. All of you. And you are beautiful. You see exactly what Izuku sees now. "Izu!" you moan. "Fuck, go faster! Please!"

Your pro hero, with his handsome face flushed with arousal and from the activity, widens his eyes at you. Then he splits into a big grin. "Faster?" he chuckles. "Sure, babe, but you gotta keep it down. You'll have the whole party come lookin' for us."

He begins to pound into you faster, harder, one hand gripping your stomach while the other massages your ass, his fingers kneading the glorious, soft globes of pure goodness. "Or maybe you want that," he whispers. "Maybe you're so slutty that you want everybody else to know too."

SMACK!

You squeak as his hand comes down to smack your ass, hard and rough, the sound ricocheting across the bathroom walls. "Then everybody can see how good my baby looks gettin' fucked in her pretty bikini."

SMACK!

"Ah!" you gasp, feeling your pussy twitch around his cock. The sharp sting excites you even more, making your slick drip down your inner thighs that you can feel Isuzu's balls slap against with every thrust.

"Put your leg up," he growls. "I wanna make you cum for me right here. I wanna be deeper." You slowly bring your knee up on the sink, allowing him to sink deeper inside of you. He hides his loud moan into the crook of your neck, desperately pressing his lips into you to avoid screaming at the top of his lungs.

Your man is very local, whimpering, groaning, and grunting about how good your cunt feels tightly gripping him, forcing him to pump all of his inches inside of you. You have to clap your hand tight over your mouth to muffle your moans as he drills into you, making you bounce against his cock like a bunny rabbit.

It doesn't take long for you to feel your core tighten like a knot, your body hyper aroused by the cologne on Izuku's skin combined with his cock massaging your insides. "Oh, my God!" you desperately sob. "Shit, Daddy, I'm close!"

Izuku smugly smiles, reaching one hand down to rub your needy clit with his thick, calloused fingers. "Already?" he chuckles. "I am too. You feel too fuckin' good, baby."

Each dirty word that falls from the sweet, seemingly innocent pro's voice brings you closer to the edge. "If you wanna cum, I need you to do one favor for me." You desperately nod, needing so badly to cream all over his cock. "You ready, doll?" he asks.

"Uh-huh!" you desperately whine, squeezing your eyes shut tight from the pleasure. You need to concentrate in order not to cum before he says to, gripping the sink for dear life as your pussy gushes and squelches from his cock constantly stroking it.

Then his lips are at your ear, whispering you sweet nothings. "Say that you're beautiful," he growls in your ear. "Say that you're the prettiest fucking woman in the world. Say that you look good as fuck in this bikini and you'll never hide your body again."

He snatches your leg off of the sink and, as fast as the speed of light, has you fully bent over the sink, your face pushing down onto the sink. "Tell me that you love your boyfriend and his thick cock," he adds. "And that you know he adores you no matter what you look like."

That's a whole mouthful, you realize. And a lot of which is a little embarrassing to say aloud. You whimper as your boyfriend fucks your tight hole, bouncing your ass off of him in an attempt to get you there faster. "I-I-"

Your boyfriend tuts, slowing down his thrusts. "I can't hear you, darling," Izuku coos. "C'mon, say it nice and pretty for me. Open that mouth up, look in the mirror, and say it!"

He wraps a hand around your hair and pulls your face up to face the mirror, making you stare at your ruined makeup and lust-blown eyes. "I'm beautiful," you whimper. "I-I'm the prettiest...prettiest..."

SMACK!

You sob as his hand comes down to smack your ass again. "Say it!" your boyfriend bellows.

"I'm the prettiest woman in the world!" you sob. "I look good as fuck and I'll never hide my body again!"

Izuku hums in satisfaction, panting and huffing with pleasure. "Aaaand?" he urges.

You whimper with embarrassment, adverting your eyes from your own to stare at your boyfriend in the mirror pounding you from behind. "A-And I love my boyfriend and his thick cock," you add, your cheeks aflame. "And I know he adores me no matter what I look like."

And you believe it.

Izuku peppers your backside in kisses, overjoyed with your words. "Goooood girl!" he joyfully coos. "You did such a good job. Now you get your reward."

He then proceeds to grip your hips and pound into you like there is no tomorrow, making you clap a hand over your mouth to hide your loud moans and screams of pleasure. You're pretty sure he is using some of his quirk here to get you there much faster. You feel as if you are on a speeding rollercoaster taking you down a steep hill.

"You want your reward, doll?" he grunts. "Huh?! Do you want my fucking cum right here, right now?!" His voice is deeper than usual and rough; demanding. It turns you on so much that it's damn near alarming.

"Yes!" you sob. "Yes, yes, yes, Daddy, please!"

"You'd better cum with me then," he demands. "Cream my fuckin' cock, baby." He goes faster, harder, nailing that spot over and over again as he frantically rubs your clit. "Cum for me!" he begs. "Do it all over your man's cock, baby! Give it to me!"

You can't stop the rush of adrenline and bliss you feel as you feel your body seize from your intense orgasm. You sob into your hand as you cum all over Izuku's throbbing cock, trembling as he continues to fuck you through it.

Desperate, slutty grunts leave Izuku's lips as he chases his orgasm in your pussy, plowing you like he owns you until his entire body freezes. "Fuck!" he yells into your neck, his volume muffled as he fills your pussy to the brim with his spunk.

You gasp as you feel the warm rush of cum fill your insides, dripping down your thighs and soaking his balls. A delirious, fucked-out smile appears on your lips, making you giggle behind your hand. You feel so good. So free.

With a soft sigh, Izuku slowly pulls out of you, leaving his cum dripping more down your juicy thighs. His cock is wet with your cream, his green eyes lustful and hooded. "Look what you did," he lustfully says. "Now you've gotta clean it all up."

With a seductive hum, you slither to your knees and lick him up, sucking and slurping your mess off of his shaft. He weakly moans at the feeling of your soft tongue licking him up like you would an ice cream cone.

He then helps you stand on your legs that feel wobbly and soft like jell-O. "You're dripping down here too," he murmurs, admiring his cum drizzling down your soft inner thighs. "Can't have people out there talkin'."

He turns you around and lifts your leg over his shoulder, proceeding to gently lap his and your mixed cum up from your pussy. "Mmm," you softly moan, tossing your head back. You just love it when he gently sucks on your pussy lips, taking extra care to be gentle and soft.

Finally, when you're all cleaned up, you wrap each other up in a tight, naked embrace, the scent of sex and sunscreen in the air. You softly smile, feeling so good and alive in his arms. "Thank you, Daddy," you murmur against his chest.

Izuku presses his hand to the back of your scalp, stroking your hair. "Don't thank me. Just wear that bikini from now on, and don't ever feel weird about your body, okay?" You nod into his chest, your smile growing when he kisses the crown of your head.

Oh, how you love your boyfriend.

Finally, he pulls away and gives you a soft, adoring smile. He reaches down to pull his shorts up over his semi-hard cock still slick with your spit. "C'mon; we should head back before-"

BANG!

"Jesus!" Izuku shouts, immediately covering your body with his. You shriek in panic, covering yourself from the people standing in the doorway.

"What the fuck, Kaachan?!" he angrily yells, his eyes growing a bright, electric green. "Don't you knock?!"

Bakugou and Mina stand in the doorway to the bathroom, smiling at the sight before them. "We did," Bakugou deadpans. "About six times, but you were too busy cumming to hear us." He smugly smiles at you and Izuku, his eyes roaming over what he can see of your body behind your boyfriend.

"I told him to leave you two be, but he insisted," Mina sighs though her cheeks are pink.

Her boyfriend pinches her hip, making her squeal from the pain. "Don't front, you little liar. You wanted to see them fuck...seems like we were too late though."

The shade of bashful pink grows on Mina's face at being exposed for being a little voyeur slut. Bakugou comes into the bathroom with his girlfriend, shutting the door behind him. "I guess the talk went well?" he assumes.

Despite his bashfulness, Izuku nods and gives you a soft, adoring smile, still covering his body with yours as you fix your bikini so it's covering your naked pussy and tits.

Mina pouts adorably, covering her heart. "Awww, you guys are too cute!" she coos. "And you look so hot in that bikini, Y/N. I'm almost jealous of Midoriya." A spark of interest appears in her golden eyes as she looks at you.

Izuku softly laughs, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you close, but moves enough to reveal your body to his interested friends. "Don't be, Mina," he chuckles. "Maybe next time, you and Kaachan can join."

Bakugou tugs his bottom lip between his teeth, his tongue toying with his lip piercing. He pulls Mina close to him, his fingers toying with her breasts right in front of you while she bites back a moan.

"Why wait?" he lustfully asks. "She might as well get some use out of that bikini, right, cutie?"

To Be Continued...

[molqr]

behold, psychoklok! these goobers are a silly psychonauts/metalocalypse au i've been rotating in my head for almost a year now. less focused on psychonauts characters but more on dethklok, and how their lives would be changed if they were psychic/in the psychonauts universe, and had to deal with all this in their 30s-40s (yeah, their powers would get more intense as the metalocalypse dawns) while charles (also psychic) has to frantically yet hesitantly consider getting the actual psychonauts involved after their mental health declines/spirals out of control post-aotd. much fun!

more ramblings/closeups/textless stuff under the cut!

my sillies...

nathan's good with a few things like psi-punch and mental connection, the latter being how he gets so many of his ideas. his thought train's slowed down now that he's a rich sheltered asshole, though. you'll notice some of their powers have little brackets next to them, and it's because i only think they'll realise they have these powers later in their story, like nathan and his very powerful hydrokinesis. surely that's not a sign of anything at all.

murderface isn't too varied in the psychic department. all of his self-hatred over the years has formed into a very, Very powerful form of blastokinesis though, and he make does very well with how he uses this (who am i kidding, he's using psi-blast to blow up squirrels and frogs and piss off the others) despite his insecurities about knowing only one power. well! good news willy! you're gonna get some command over ice post-salacia possession! surely you won't have complicated feelings about that at all!!!!!!!!

skwisgaar skwigelf is truly taller than a tree here!!! directly contrary to how cold she acts, she's unusually adept with pyrokinesis. which could mean nothing. she's familiar with clairvoyance, she sees the others like this--

(old doodle from like a year ago lol back at the conception of psychoklok, with an example of clairvoyance views from the psychonauts wiki for context on how it works with characters) --with them being extensions of their instruments they play in the band, nothing else, because she's keen on seperating herself from them and insisting theyre just bandmates. girl you live in the same house together. and yeah, toki's guitar looks beat up and stupid for a reason, she's not subtle. despite this, she's sort of insecure too, hence the clairvoyance, she thinks a lot about how people see her, especially in regards to her no.1 guitarist schtick. if you havent noticed, skwisgaar is a woman to me and i use exclusively she/her with her btw. #transgenderism

pickles looks like a pickle on purpose, yeah. it was just too easy! he used to use his telepathy for much cooler things (or sneakier things, like stealing beer as a teen) but now he mostly uses it for grabbing beer bottles that are out of arms reach while he sits on the couch watching tv, or pissing people off. depends on the day. pickles is probably one of the only people in the world who can regularly lace their weed with psitanium, and not suffer a total mental collapse, for some reason. how he works is unknown. the adverse effects of the psitanium consumage is that he's starting to float everrrr so slightly off the ground, but its more apparent with his floaty hair. (which i plan to resemble octopus limbs more, so im keeping his visible shitty white guy dreads down to 8, like 8 octopus legs!) he's silly, i love drawing his lanky ass.

toki seems pretty much the same, but he's very insistent that psychics arent a good thing. ...despite being a (repressed) psychic himself. it's a lore-piece that ive elaborated on in another drawing, but suffice to say, with the parents he has, him being psychic wouldn't end very well. i think he and loboto have a few things to talk about. (notice his head scar. hm...) anyway, his death curse manifests as precognition in this au, once that repressed power begins to unleash itself, toki becomes all to aware of all the death surrounding himself and the band. oh the tragedy! oh, and rockzo isnt a character in this au (because i hate him) but rather a figure from toki's imagination as a child manifested as mental projection, more like an imaginary friend which embodies him impulsivity and things he couldnt have as a kid. he came back after toki got his dad killed as a method of toki coping by being impulsive and shit, now he drinks vodka at 6 in the morning as urged by his little paper clown friend. this rockzo serves in furthering tokis character development only, once toki finally lets go of him and what he stands for (impulsive self destructive habits to cope) thats him gone forever. because iiii donttt likkeee himmm...

psychonauts is a really fun series to work with for aus and character stuffs because the games are just so lovely, i've even got a whole doc focused on what i think their mental worlds would look like! nathan explosion and his mental blood ocean and toki wartooth with the horrors of his icy past.. would love to draw some memory vaults for them sometime!

fun trivia! nathan is the only one here with 4 fingers. this is because he's the only one out of the band with no experience with instruments, he just does vocals :]

anyway thats all for now (on this post at least lmfao) thankes for reading if you got this far...!!

[kings-highway]

I don't tend to talk a lot about my sexuality headcanons because I like to adjust things as I need for each story, but in honour of the end of pride month and the fact that I put off doing this for 30 full June days, I do want to talk about some of my favourite lgbt related headcanons for my HQ boys. A lot of these are "real" headcanons of mine (as in, stuff I actually write as a part of their character rather than just theoretically interesting asides) so you might recognize these if you've read my work!

This isn't going to be every character, just ones I have strong or specific takes on.

Starting off strong, I love Daichi being a completely unlabeled king. To decide on a label requires .05% introspection and by god he is not going to do that. I think his perspective on it is very "only what's in front of me matters" so when he feels attraction to a man for the first time he doesnt think this means he's attracted to ALL men, just this one. And in reverse, although he feels attraction to women, he doesn't think at any point his current attraction to women will stop him from falling in love with any non-women, so it never occurs to him that his feelings of attraction could even point to any one label because literally what does today have to do with tomorrow? He's just here. Asahi tries to suggest pansexual as a label when he tries to explain how he's simply open to whatever his heart wants and he gets mad because "i said ANY person not ALL people" and Asahi's like WHAT does that MEAN. All that being said, I think Daichi never considers himself queer/lgbt. Dude could be in a committed monogamous relationship with another man for ten years and when Suga suggests they go to a pride festival he's like "???for what???" All in all I think he's allergic to labels on his sexuality.

Related note, Asahi being asexual. I don't think Asahi is sex-repulsed at all, and later in life I think he definitely would enjoy being sexually active with a partner, but definitely when it comes to self identification, he simply does not feel attraction towards any gender. I also think he doesn't really crave physical intimacy even non-sexually, and he'd much rather talk through his feelings with someone rather than have them hug him to try and comfort him, so he really struggles to understand the kissing-sex thing even just from a theoretical pov. (Like why would you pick that over like a nice long heart-to-heart???) However I think this has to be coupled with like a panromantic attraction to all genders which makes him have a really hard time identifying what he actually wants and what will make him happy because there's a very uniform experience across people, which for someone so anxious already doesnt help him identify his own feelings at all. He probably very much struggles to relate to his classmates as they get excited for dating because even though he likes the idea of dating everyone always talks about dating as kissing and physical intimacy (because they're all like 17) and Asahi's like "sure, sure, sure, yeah, totally sure yeah" while just being fully checked out of the conversation

Ushijima! I fully believe that Ushijima is 100% gay, with no flexibility, but I also think he most identifies his own feelings via the negative, so he knows he doesn't experience sexual attraction towards women and mostly identifies via that, rather than acknowledging that he does feel attraction to men. I really like him answering questions this way, where if someone is asking about girls/his love life, he often replies with "I don't feel inclined towards women," or "I have no interest in finding a girlfriend/wife" which is, in his mind, the most true statement in regards to his sexuality. He almost NEVER out loud says anything about liking men or feeling attracted to men even though his crush/dating history is exclusively male. However, on the few occasions someone does directly ask him something like "so you're gay?" he will absolutely say yes. Like he is aware of what his feelings classify him as he just doesn't leap to those descriptors himself. I think part of the reason for this is that he's not really attracted to femininity in general, and he knows that femininity is not exclusive to women and that some men are not his type, so there's a part of his brain that thinks saying something like "I'm attracted to men" indicates ALL men (its that black and white autism brain clicking into gear) and that's simply not true, but saying he's not interested in women IS true in black and white autism land.

I don't have a fully formed thought on this one, but Tendou's gender is probably a little broken, right? I actually do think he still identifies as male, but I think if he had been born afab, he'd have been perfectly comfortable being a woman and identified as such. So maybe he's lightly agender but socially comfortable with being a man so he doesn't really bother with it. I do however think he doesn't "get" the whole gender thing. He probably thinks he's enlightened or something because he's so above being bothered by it all and he simply doesn't realize that's because he's agender and everyone else actually does feel a real connection to their gender they're not just making it up. This whole headcanon is mostly in service of that fact that I think Tendou with his sort of conventionally unattractive features would absolutely rock gender non-conforming fashion. Like put him in a long skirt and combat boots please. I don't think he has an ounce of femininity in him but there's something about the spiky red hair and monster gaze that goes so well with like... Female-tilted alt fashion. And I think he would dig that. And then get mad when people point out he's wearing women's clothes because "ugh literally why does anyone care about gender you're all so weird." (Proceeds to do zero self reflection). He just does what he wants.

This isn't a real headcanon of mine but I heavily support a FtM trans Kenma based solely on his calico cat mascot. He's based on a calico, guys, its right there!

Aromantic Kuroo. (+QPR KuroKen) I don't use this as much as I could, because it's a lot of emotional character work that I dont often want to bother with in unrelated stories, but AroAce Kuroo has become so near and dear to my heart. He wants so badly to spend his whole life monogamous with Kenma but every time he thinks about starting a romantic relationship with him he feels sick because he doesn't actually want to share space and kiss and have to sleep in the same bed all the time. I think it's sex-positive asexual but borderline romance-repulsed aromantic. He just wants to live his life, and he does see Kenma as his highest priority and life partner in the most true sense of the word "partner". He still gets unreasonably jealous if Kenma has any other love interests but thats because allonormativity threatens to take away his soulmate every day. I don't use this headcanon very often, but more and more I do think it fits his character. A really solitary, independent and self possessed person who simply cannot comprehend why anyone needs a lover to feel fulfilled. Kenma meanwhile absolutely would love a life partner that does not require him to leave the house for dates or do any kind of performative relationship shit. His twitch stream being like "oh my god kodzuken are you dating anyone???" And Kenma just replying with "not legally" is actually really fucking good.

Okay so I only did 5 characters but im lazy and dont wanna keep writing so imma click post now k thx bai

[basicallyaturtle]

The first argument is more a heuristic explanation, physicists knew that if quarks were going to be a useful mathematical model, then for some reason no non color singlets are observable, and there was a whole fuss trying to explain that, but the they that won out made gluons members if the SU(3) adjoint representation, which then gave the guage symmetry argument. When this theory explained confinement AND had a positive beta function (which describes asymptotic freedom ehich was also a mystery), well by golly this is the best theory.

But! If you do do a calculation analagous to the derivation of the coloumb force from qed, you do get a postive 'potential' for a color anti color pair of quarks and a negative one for any other pair of quarks. (The baryon equivalent I have not tried but I suspect would use the three gluon vertex to make it work) though these potentials again can't be taken too literally, they describe free qaurks in the initial state, which is not a thing that actually happens, if you wanted to really get down in the dirt with it you could while out parton distribution functions and fragmentation functions which kind of bundle all the nonrenormalizable stuff into the corner to be dealt with by experimentalists and data people.

As for the deconfined qgp, I think that's basically a temperature thing, it's a different phase, and one at a much much higher energy than the interacting gorund state, and all qft or at least all that I'm familiar with wotks by perturbing iff of the ground state, so it's nkt describable via the same notion of particles that qcd gives us, even if it still obeys the equations of motion.

I'm not as familiar with qgp stuff though, so that's probably not a ehole eplanation

More shit should work like quarks. Do you guys know about quarks? So quarks are in theory separate particles. But a quark being pulled away from other quarks is a relatively high energy position, compared to a quark right next to some other quarks. It's so high energy that it's more than the energy of a quark (just existing. E-mc2). So it's energetically preferred for a quark anti quark pair to spontaneously generate. And then one pairs up with each of the two separating quarks. And so they can never be alone (at normal temperatures). Isn't that neat?

That should happen with loads of stuff. You shouldn't be able to separate two horses who are best friends without generating a horse and an anti horse to maintain horse friendship

[ganondoodle]

random assortement of deltarune thoughts;

-..................is spamton, or the addisons as a whole, based on birds ....? i keep seeing people work with that an- WAIT IS THAT WHAT THE WHOLE EGG THING IS ABOUT- ....... *googles birds that lay blue eggs* hmmmmmmmmmmm (putting this in my folder for totally believable, unbiased and intentional proof spamton was/is actually either solid white or solid black in color like the others and either dyed his hair or wears some sort of makeup/mask)

-for some reason i started to question whether that main deltarune song (you know, when the light is shining low etc) is actually as hopeful and nice as it sounds or more like .. idk a more sinister promise, since kris and the soul dont seem to belong together or are at least in conflict and the dark world is like a fantasy where things can go better, as in the soul wont leave kris alone or something

-who the roaring knight is seems to be one of the biggest talking points (and alot of characters kinda fit into that scheme though the motives are pretty unclear still ... i personally found the rudy theory interesting to think about but im not a firm believer in any of that bc i just want to see what it will be) and my thought currently is .. what if there some sort of mix up, like assuming the soul and kris dont belong together, did they lose their own soul somewhere? are we the soul of someone else? .. what if .. kris's actual soul and OUR actual vessel are the knight and its worse chemistry than kris and us (or better depending on how you look at it i guess?)

-im gonne be a jerk and say it, i know how many people love nice asriel but ..... what if hes a big jerk, or not that nice, for all the talk about him constantly i cant help but imagine the whiplash (?) of then actually getting to meet him and hes kinda shitty nfdjkngdjk (okay but i HAVE been wondering that also bc ... their room is like ... man if you like your brother you wouldnt let his side of the room look like a prison compared to everyones favorite boi, like the trophies okay that wouldnt make much sense to give away or what but the stars on the wall and all?? ..unless kris did that themselves bc they are kinda going through things and asriels gonna see it and go .. dude what happened here)

-i get that giving tenna to mettaton is like the current best ending but im also ... so sad to see him gone??? as of now i cant see how we would get to meet him again this way unless the finale is actually gonna make the whole world a dark one ........ idk if thats the way i want to get to see him again ....... and tbh a little sad too bc its so isolated again :(

-saw some people talk about wondering if what spamton was being told on the phone had something to do with the prophecy and there being a part about 'the lord of screens cleaved red by blade', which .. who else could be meant but tenna, possibly being why he ran away has been rotating in my head ever since i read it even if it might be a reach

-there absolutely is something up with the prophecy and who 'the girl' is, bc susie doesnt use a sword, doesnt wear dresses and that heart shape usually means the soul (i am intrigued by a youtuber i watched play it saying what if thats a previous prophecy, like the whole thign happened before and thats why the pictures dont always line up and how dess dissappeared... )

-to probably little surprise i am currently being driven to madness just by thinking about tenna and spamtons relationship bc man ................. they both foster resentment for each other but both still obviously care im so hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh (when you analyze tenna in his fight theres a description read by spamton (if you have the dealmaker) saying the [tragic businessmen] that [died] at the [now] of the [story]- and like others have pointed out before that its busisnessMEN, in plural, but also ... if you think about spamton possibly knowing stuff about the prophecy and tenna dying it gets a whole other meaning and i am not okay ................. -- ALSO the description for tenna also being 'despite his size hes sadly quite fragile' is brainworming me, ....... i feel like some people kinda dismiss just under what pressure and how desperate he is at the end, sure he did shitty things but like??? he was being left alone and abandoned?? thrown away?? despite wantign nothing more but to be watched bc hes a damn TV?????? when you do the secret minigame and meet tenna there hes afraid of kris unplugging him again?? plus the second he goes against the deal with the knight he gets his arms chopped off and dies or almost dies (depending on what you did before) like ... i dont think he was fully oblivious that hes putting his life at risk going against it, you know how annyoed i am anytime the word 'evil' is used bc its often way to flat and disregarding of any complexity like .. calling tenna evil is like .. feels like missing the point of how toby+team write characters ............)

-i mentioned before how many phrases and themes overlap from tenna and spamton and while i dont doubt it not just one way, considering that to be the case is interesting when looking at the dialog of tenna talking about the moment of spamton leaving and giving him everything and 'his life advice' bc isnt that the same thing spamton says too somewhere before you fight NEO? i cant remember but i thought i heard that phrase before jsut like that so .... if that wasnt mutual but also a repetition then spamton might have somehow known how tenna felt about it all even before you carry him around in your inventory in the TVworld?? (on this note, tenna mentions NEO things in his bossfight so ... did spamton talk about his dreams with him too :..?)

-as much i like the whole 'its complicated' thing and both wanting to kill each other while still having feelings ................... i kinda really wish they got back together somehow, i feel like that would be a super interesting dynamic to have as well qwq (yes i know i am a boring, sad, pathetic what if everything turns out good kind of wet blanket of a person) (i know its not gonna happen but sometimes i have to let the brainworms out to play around a little .....)

..... bird spamton huh .... does ... spamton have feathers ............. is he ......fluffy ....................................?

*sighs* alright, alright, time to search out all the spamton lore so i can make more informed posts i suppose, i would like to apologize to spamton for not really caring before u-u

(either way this is a rambling thoughts post and not a meaningful analysis of anything, i am not dead set on aynthign and everythings lighthearted and fun except for when i think about tenna and spamton an i shrivel up in pain in a pool of tears on the floor ahahah ... what?)

[justabeewithapen]

Going to do something more (and nicer) later, but a small glimpse under the suit! As cool as I think really well designed robots are, I know myself and my skill level there so it is very generic “robot” shaped (There’s definitely more going on under the shell, but at first glance it is very cartoon android shaped)! I won’t go super in-depth rn but I can share a glimpse into my thoughts with his recovery!!!

(putting it under a keep reading, it is very messy and stream of consciousness anguish and misery, but we survive!)

During his first week in Castletown (though it definitely should have been longer) he had these very restrictive bandages that were basically holding his arms to his body. They were healed in the sense they were currently attached to his body like literally, but it was almost like his body didn’t get the memo quite yet and while he was VERY hesitant to admit it for a hot second he felt like they were going to fall back off again. Quick timeline thing is that Darkworld time works differently from light world time (normal stuff normal stuff) but Kris and Susie after talking to Toriel take Tenna to castle town but then go back to go to church (so you drop him off before church and then they come back after church but before Noelle). Anyway so in between them dropping him off and checking in was a lot longer in the darkworld than real world, so by the time they visited he had shed the actual bandages for some braces (albeit hesitantly).

I need to expand more on specific details (hold me to this chat) but he is constantly in a state of refusing to wear these shoulder braces and then having to wear them until he starts feeling better and he sheds them again. He is very prideful and even in this more stable position as the classroom TV he is very touchy about being “broken” and is very much in denial. His main thing(tm) is pain in his shoulders when they are extended too far in any direction (though up is definitely the worst), he pushes himself all the time which does not help in the slightest. Alongside that he has basically TV migraines (whaaaa no this has nothing to do with my lingering migraines shhhh) with a lot of pressure and heat and it gets hard to focus his “eyes” and the picture on his screen.

There is more,,, I will probably reblog with better info but it is best to get down my thought while I have them (totally willing to clarify stuff as needed before I manage the nicer, easier to read, probably better written version of this idk XD) Susie is very “dude it’s okay to admit you’re in pain so we can help!!!” Especially after chapter 4 (which I just barely finished)

[angelofthemornings]

I think conventionally unattractive straight people need to hang out with queer people more. Like, there’s this guy from India who works at the liquor store in town. I can pretty much guarantee that he worries about, or has worried about, being short, fat, dark skinned, and accented. But this guy is Adonis to me. My sexual white whale. (He’s never pinged my gaydar and I have a lot of shit to work through, so I’ve never hit on him, though.) And it’s BECAUSE of all this and not in spite of it. This guy needs to hear, not that there are some men who find these qualities unbearably sexy, but that us queer people know for a fact that there are just as many women into the same stuff. (I have discussed him with several Hags.) It’s just that straight men grow into this idea that you have to look a very certain way to get women to dig you, and I have no idea where it comes from because it has nothing to do with reality. At all. SO many women are into fat or short or whatever guys, it’s just they’re probably not talking about it with straight male friends and so we gotta be their go-between…I used to model and I have met these girls, beautiful women, who are DEVASTATED their type won’t hit on them, only “chads.” (We will also have to convince heterosexuals that women can do the hitting-on too.)

We need to save these people. I am so serious. The queer were put on this earth to elevate society and break the bonds of the cishet.

[ladylooch]

His Best Win Yet - [Nico x Lexi]

Summary: After date five, Nico and Lexi finally take their relationship to the next level.

On a Wednesday night, Nico’s heart hammers in his chest as he watches Lexi fiddle with the keys to get into her apartment. Inside his ears, blood roars so loud that he isn’t hearing a word she is saying. All he can do is stare at her hands, wondering if she’s making the universal sign for “come inside and fuck me.” 

It’s been five dates. The four before tonight, Nico went home and ended each night fisting himself to thoughts of Lexi riding him. Five dates is a perfectly respectable number. Reasonable. They’re both consenting adults. Hell, most of the girls he has slept with before this, they didn’t even do one date together.

But none of those girls are Lexi. His perfume queen. None of them made him feel like it was his first time all over again: nervous, excited, desperate to get this right for her.

“Neeks?” Lexi snaps him out of his thoughts with a gentle hand wrapping around his wrist. Red explodes into his cheeks as he focuses on her amused green eyes. “I asked if you wanted to come in? Watch a movie?” She offers innocently. Or was it with insinuation? Fuck, why hadn’t he been listening to her before. He would know if he had heard her the first time. Probably. 

“Yeah, if you don’t mind? I know it’s late.” He turns his wrist over, seeing the 11:00pm time. Wow, time flies by with her. He could do 100 more hours of this night together and never once get bored. They had a fun date walking around their neighborhood, stopping in every place that looked interesting whether it was a shop, a bar, or a restaurant. They tried new foods they’ve never heard of and bought crystals even though neither of them understand what they are for. Lexi liked the colors and Nico liked whatever made her eyes light up like that.

“I don’t work tomorrow.” She reminds him.

“Sorry, you told me that.” He sighs, closing his eyes at sounding like such an ass. “I was listening. Just… not a few minutes ago.” 

“You better come in… so a medical professional can make sure you’re okay.” She jokes, putting her key in the lock and then pushing the door open. Nico peers in. He’s seen her place from the entry way, but hasn’t spent time inside with her before now. 

“Don’t check my pulse.” Nico smiles at her knowing smirk.

“Do you want something to drink? I have beer.” She offers as she tosses her keys onto a shelf by the door.

“Sure.” Nico nods, then shrugs his jacket off. He holds it in his hands as Lexi walks into the kitchen. She pops the fridge open, then pulls out two chilled bottles of Budweiser. “You can put that anywhere.” She motions to his jacket as she pops the two bottle caps off. Nico lays it neatly on the chair, out of the way from the couch he assumes they will share together.

“Nice place.” Nico says as he motions to her apartment.

It’s so homey and lived in, cluttered but not overly messy. It’s nothing like his place. He keeps things neatly tucked away and has minimal keepsakes here in Jersey. All his prized possessions are in his house in Switzerland. Here, he lives with the bare necessities and the stuff his apartment came with since he rents it fully furnished. Alternatively here, plants are stuffed into every square of Lexi’s window sills. Some are in full bloom, others are thorny looking cactuses and succulents. There are a few cuttings that look like the start of some longer, vine-like plants that stretch towards the window for sun access.

“Thanks. It’s the first time I’ve lived alone and I am struggling with getting a theme together. It’s a mosh-posh of all the things I’ve had in different stages of life and what I’ve picked up through traveling for work.” Lexi takes a long sip of her beer. “Definitely not as big as your place.”

“Is it a competition?” He asks, tilting his head with a smile.

“No, but if you’re claustrophobic, I understand.” Nico laughs. 

“My mom would love this. She always filled our place growing up with tons of plants. There were some years we lived in a place where she couldn’t have gardens, but she believed in no plant left behind. So Emma and I had plants fill up our rooms too.” 

“That doesn’t sound so bad.”

“It wasn’t.” Nico shrugs. “This reminds me of that. Like home.” 

“Well, I have plenty, so if you want to adopt one or five, I would be happy to contribute to making your place more of a home.” Nico nods, knowing he will take her up on that. Not only to have a greener, more lively space, but to have some of her amongst his things.

“You’ll come visit them?” He asks following a sip of beer.

“I’ll have to. Visitations are part of the adoption contract.”

“Contract??” Nico raises his eyebrows at her. “This sounds serious.”

“You don’t want to know what happens if you kill them, Hischier.”

“Understood. I’ll make arrangements for when I head home to Switzerland.” 

“I’m sure you and I could work out a care plan. Co-parent these plants together like civilized adults.” She saunters over to her blue couch, settling into the far corner of it.

Nico doesn’t think so. It’s a few months out, but he wants Lexi to come home with him for the off-season, whenever that begins. Sometimes, he feels like he is moving too fast with his feelings for her, but then another part of him senses she is who he’s been waiting all his life to know. Finding a balance between that feeling and the newness is what has him fumbling around her half the time. 

How can he love someone so completely in a few dates? When did he fall for her? Was it one moment or over the last several months of whatever this was before their first date? Is this even normal? Those answers are what Nico continues to search for each time he sees her.

“Planning on joining me?” Lexi asks, tapping the couch cushion beside her.

“In a minute. Wanna look around here.” Nico gestures to the massive gallery wall she has. It’s filled with pictures of people and various art prints. Each one has it’s own, colorful frame so every color is represented in some way. Nico sips his beer as he studies the pieces. There are cheeky prints like “Does the process know we are trusting it?” in bubble letters and “I am the cherry on top” with a disco ball looking cherry hanging down. But the pieces Nico is most curious of are the ones with Lexi in them.

There’s pictures with who he assumes are her parents. His eyebrows pull together, noticing there aren’t any of the three of them together; only Lexi with them as individuals, except for one picture of her as a kid. She’s sitting on the front porch between them, frilly socks folded over at her ankles with her feet stuffed into pink, jelly sandals. Her hair is pulled into a turquoise scrunchy, fluffing out in a whale spout with her elbows resting on her skinned knees, covered with two bright yellow bandaids. 

“You were a blend of both your parents as a kid.” Nico observes.

“Yeah. You know, rumor has it that’s the last picture of my parents together.”

“I thought they split up when you graduated school?” Lexi is clearly young in the picture on the wall.

“Yeah, should have been before.” She rolls her eyes, swallowing down her beer. “My dad moved out before everything was official. They just signed everything after graduation so my dad didn’t have to pay child support.”

“That’s fucked up.” Nico frowns back at her.

“They were.” She nods, looking resolved and detached from it. “My mom would rather have sawed her arm off than take a hand out from my dad.” 

Nico turns back to the wall, still frowning. He can’t imagine his parents not together. He looks back at hers in the picture, seeing genuine happiness there. It’s sad.

“I’m sorry.” Nico says, without looking at her. Lexi is quiet for a moment.

“It was a long time ago.” She finally says. 

“Yeah. But I’m still sorry for her.” He points to the picture of her high school graduation beside her college one, each with only one parent in it. 

“What do you want to watch?” Lexi asks, changing the subject. 

“Whatever you want to.”

“Nico ‘can never be decisive’ Hischier.”

“I’m decisive when it matters.” Nico insists, pointedly dragging his gaze to her. Lexi hides her smile by putting her beer bottle to her lips. He watches her lick a drop of beer off her top lip. His cock twitches curiously and Nico pulls his gaze back to the wall of pictures. 

There is a picture of Lexi with a group of girls on a snowy mountain somewhere that catches Nico’s attention next.

“She skis.”

“She does.” Lexi confirms, navigating to one of her apps on TV. “My dad taught me. We would do a week-long trip to Colorado or Montana growing up. It was fun.” 

“I’ll have to get you into the Alps.”

“Are you ever there during ski season?”

“Well during COVID…” Nico trails off. “But good point. Although if I sent you over there, my mom would take you.” 

“Your family seems so picture perfect.” Lexi says quietly. “Filled with love the way it should be.”

“Yeah, I don’t know where I would be without them. This can all be…” He gestures about his career and fame. “A lot. They keep me grounded. Focused too. It’s nice to go home and be Nico to them. Not NHL captain Nico.”

“I can see that.” Lexi murmurs.

Nico turns away from the gallery wall. He can inspect it more later, but right now he wants to be close to her. The magnetic pull of her vibrates through his veins as she watches him cross the room.

Like his family, Lexi brings out the man he wants to be all the time too. He doesn’t have to plaster on an act or a smile. He can be exactly who he wants to be and turn off the other parts of him he has to present to the public. After being drafted first overall, he wasn’t sure if he would find anyone that made him feel such a way. He’s had his fare share of run-ins with girls who want him to be his public persona only. But it’s an act Nico can’t keep up with all the time anymore. He needs the rest and recharge in his home life, so he needs a partner he feels comfortable with.

Most importantly, Lexi let’s Nico pick who he is going to be with her as though she likes all the versions of him he can come up with. He feels safe enough to be the one he truly wants to be in her presence. This colorful, normal, hard working, beautiful inside and out woman is his ticket to everything he has ever desired. He doesn’t need years more of nights like tonight to figure that out.

The movie Lexi selects is a new Netflix Rom-Com that has them both laughing. The entire movie, Lexi lays curled up into his side, warming Nico from the inside out. She kept turning to kiss his chest, or his neck, or his arm as they shift around the couch every few minutes to stay comfortable. His fingers trail along her right side, wherever they can reach. They dance up to her neck and all the way down to slightly above her knee. The urge to dip into other places tempts Nico, but he doesn’t dare, even as her fingers tease along his thigh in a way that has him hoping she can’t see the half erection popping up in his jeans.

Yeah, he wants to have sex with her, but she isn’t giving him clear enough signals for him to not feel like a creep. She seems very interested in this movie so whatever Netflix and chill Nico thought was coming for them has disappeared. Although to be fair, this movie is pretty good. He can’t stop laughing at the one-liners and pop culture references that he proudly understands.

When the credits begin to roll, Lexi chuckles, rubbing his thigh. Her fingers stroke along his inner thigh, close enough to touch him but discreet enough that Nico is still questioning if she is hinting at wanting more than this. She turns slightly inwards, pressing her breasts into his chest as she looks up at him with sweet but lusty green eyes.

“Hi.” She says. 

“Hi.” He repeats, rolling his bottom lip between his teeth. It slips back into place again, puffier than before, drawing Lexi’s attention. 

“I love your lips.” She sighs, bringing her hand up to cup his cheek.

Her thumb strums his bottom lip. Nico aches, deeply, to kiss her and give in to the urge to lay her back. Their lips connect, sending lighting bolts through his body. One of his hands cups her neck, needing the anchor to the Earth or he might float away. In response, Lexi presses her body into him more. The fingers of hers on his thigh brush the bulge of his zipper as she uses his leg for leverage to kiss him harder. Her other hand slides from his cheek into his hair, tangling in the brown locks. Nico’s hand on her lower back dips slightly lower, tips barely disappearing into the waistband of her jeans. Lexi reaches back, placing it further down on her ass so he has a handful of her. Nico pulls away questioning in his brown eyes.

He needs to be sure this is what she wants.

He can’t fuck this up.

“I just realized I haven’t shown you my bedroom yet…” She bites her lip. Nico stares at her, feeling time slow around them. Yes, his inner voice hisses, pride swelling in his chest.

“What’s in there?” He wonders cheekily, fingering a chunk of her hair that hangs between their faces.

“Nothing now. But maybe in five minutes it could be you and me with a lot less clothes.”

“I don’t… have anything…. on me….” He trails off, worried that maybe he is killing the mood. But he respects her too much to be unprepared and presumptuous. She bites her lip, eyebrows sliding together in disappointment. “I didn’t want to expect this.” He fills in, eyes going honest and a tad sheepish. He is still just a man.

“God that makes me want to fuck you more, Neeks.” Lexi groans, then looks towards the kitchen, away from his intense gaze. Her directness has Nico’s cock standing to it’s full height, ready to perform. “Do you upstairs?” Lexi asks as Nico nods eagerly. “Maybe you could show me your bedroom instead?” She re-asks, trailing finger tips down the center of his chest. Her eyes fall down to the zipper on his jeans. Her lips part open in a quiet gasp and when she looks back at Nico, saliva begins to soak his tongue. 

Nico grins, then holds his hand out for her to take.

Thank God he cleaned his place up before he left.

The entire journey to his unit, Nico hopes Lexi can’t tell how much he is shaking with need. It’s feral and consuming. His brain keeps chanting, running a mile a minute with everything he has imagined doing to her. Where should he start first? Eat her out? Ask her to suck him off? No he’ll come in two seconds. He should ask her. No, fuck, that’s not cool. He should just take charge and be direct. Kiss her, take his time undressing her, and go slow so he can remember everything about this. Do everything he can to ensure it won’t be a one time thing.

But when they get into his apartment and Lexi cups his cock through his jeans, there is no fucking way they are going slow. Nico isn’t going to last. His hips buck up into her hand as he holds onto each of her cheeks, walking her backwards to his couch. 

No, not the couch, not enough room.

He changes directions quickly, causing Lexi to tumble to the side at the swing in direction.

“Shit, I’m sorry. So sorry.” Nico breathes out, catching her around the waist. He pulls her ass into his lap and she twirls her hips so their steps falter. He groans now, eyes screwing shut. They could end it all right here in the hallway. She could roll her hips a few more times and he would explode in his pants. 

All thoughts move from how he is going to fuck her to making sure he actually does fuck her. He pulls out math problems, and recites the various, famous mountain peaks in Switzerland as he pushes her towards his room again. He runs through the power play set up they started implementing last game. He thinks about the most awful speeches coaches have given to him about his play. He visualizes a cold ice tub as Lexi squeezes him again.

“Nico, you’re big.” She gasps, eyes wild with anticipation.

God. Fuck. She is killing him with those gorgeous, needy eyes and the way she knows how to grab him, firm enough to spring pleasure across his skin, but not hard enough to be painful. He forces his eyes shut to focus on his breathing like this is an opening face off.

“I’m ready. Let’s get on the bed and go.” She begs him, unbuttoning his jeans as he gets her into his bedroom. She roughly shoves at his pants until they fall at his ankles. Nico hops out of them, pulling her shirt up and over her head immediately after. He needs to see her. Her brown hair fans out in gorgeous waves and he can’t wait to see how they look against his comforter when she’s beneath him. 

Nico wraps an arm around Lexi’s waist, gasping for air, trying to keep himself somewhat together as he kisses over her breasts. His other hand comes up, squeezing her right tit as she lets out a happy groan.

“I love that.” She confirms, scratching her pink nails along his biceps as she grips his shoulders. Nico folds the cup of her bra down, taking her nipple into his mouth. He swirls his tongue around the stiff peak. Lexi moans, loud and sexy, making the tip of Nico’s cock leak. His cheeks tingle at the taste of her, encouraging a slobbery mess to coat her spiked nipple. He releases her with a pop, a thin bubble of spit following him off her tip. His cock pulses again and Nico recognizes he is in big fucking trouble.

“I need you. Now.” Nico says, shifting his hands to her hips so he can push her onto his bed. Lexi eagerly crawls backwards up the bed to make room for Nico after he grabs a condom from his bedside table.

Nico’s hands shake mortifyingly hard as he fumbles with the wrapper. 

“Shit.” He mutters as the foil refuses to tear under his slippery pressure. Lexi watches with tender green eyes. “Sorry…” He mumbles when it doesn’t tear open again. He brings it up to his teeth and it finally gives way. He looks down at her, heart skipping a beat at how fucking sexy she is sprawled out beneath him in his bed. He has been yearning for this for months, honestly since before he even knew the person attached to the perfume that kept lingering in their apartment spaces. But knowing how incredible the girl attached to the scent is now, Nico can barely believe his luck. His chest squeezes and for a moment, breathing is out of the question.

“Can I put it on?” She asks curiously.

“No…” Nico winces regretfully. “I’m… a little too close for that.” He chuckles awkwardly as he rolls the latex down his shaft. His cock bobs with a pulse from that movement as if to prove his point. 

“That’s so hot.” Lexi giggles, reaching for his balls. She cups them in her hand, nails gently teasing the taut skin of his scrotum.

“Oh my- fuck.” Nico grabs her wrist. He carefully pulls her away from him, eyes screwed shut. Matterhorn, Rosa, Eiger, Jungfrau… “I’m serious.”

“I can see that.” Lexi giggles, beaming at him as if his struggle turns her on more.

She falls back to the bed, then drives her fingers over her soaked folds. Nico watches, savoring how good she looks playing with herself in front of him. Her other hand comes to the clasp at the front of her bra. She pops it open and Nico drools as her breasts fall out. They’re perfect- a handful with pretty mauve nipples that beg for more of his mouth. Nico leans down, kissing them, giving her the attention she deserves. He works her up, savoring her sweet praises and desperate whines. Her orgasm is building as her fingers work her clit in consistent, tight circles. Nico pushes her fingers out of the way, not removing his mouth from her nipple.

“You taste better than I imagined.” Nico fills her with a finger, shuddering at how wet she is for him. His cock oozes more into the condom and he knows it’s time. He could come just touching her without a hand on himself. 

Nico fists the base of his shaft as he pulls away from her breast with a final slurp of her skin. Lexi is blissed out and wild beneath him. He has never experiences her this out of control. He loves that she is this way from him. From how badly she needs this too. He rolls his cock over her wet folds, then lines himself up with her entrance. He eases himself into her an inch, then another, until she perfectly swallows all of him. They both exhale, deeply satisfied when he sits to the hilt. He pauses there, leaning over her to kiss her. Lexi kisses him back with a desperate ferocity. 

“You’re wild with my cock in you.” Nico murmurs. “That an okay word to say?” He asks her. Lexi nods enthusiastically. “Feel good?” She nods again just as eagerly.

“I’m ready. Fuck me, Neeks. Please.” She pleads. He doesn’t even have to ask for it. She readily gives it to him as easily as the moans that begin to descend from her lips as he delivers on her request. 

His imagination never had a chance of conjuring up how good Lexi feels surrounding him. Even through the condom, her wet heat washes over his cock, holding it in all the right ways that he needs. Nico’s head falls forward, chin on his chest in slight defeat as his eyes screw shut. He makes an attempt to last longer. But fuck that, he wants to drown in her, die in this ecstasy so he can be reborn as another man. As hers and only hers. He wants every part of him who didn’t know what this was like with her to die off so he can remember himself this way only.

“Oh my god.” Lexi groans. Her arms fall away from him, spreading out into his sheets to grip them in her fingers. The pink of her nails is a compliment to his navy sheets. They’ve never looked better than they do now, crushed and used, soaking up her warmth. “I love your cock, Neeks.” She groans. Her hips press backwards into the mattress, creating a different angle so he strokes her walls perfectly where she needs. “I’m going to come. Oh god, I’ve never come this fast.” She squeaks, eyes sliding shut as wild, breathy gasps fall from her puffy lips. “Please. Yes.”

Nico’s hands tremble as he holds her hips at that angle. He grips her harder to keep them steady, not willing to stop her pleasure because of his fumbling. He drives his thrusts hard and focused, watching every part of her orgasm wash over her body. It starts with her mouth quieting, but falling apart in a silent scream. Her cheeks flush in a pink that cascades down to her chest. Her nipples tighten further as goosebumps dance across the perfect mounds. Internally, her walls tighten then release a flurry of flutters that takes Nico under immediately. His hips buck awkwardly as he fills the condom. A string of Swiss German swear words hit the air between them. Lexi’s hands grip Nico’s wrists next to her head as she grinds herself into him, throughly damn satisfied by the end of their highs.

“Holy shit.” Nico mutters, eyes close, chest gasping.

“Yeah!” Lexi agrees enthusiastically. “Let’s go again!”

“Oh my god, baby, wait a sec.” He chuckles, blinking rapidly. He brings a hand up to his face, rubbing at his stubbled cheeks before he puts his brown eyes on her. He loves her just fucked look almost as much as her getting fucked look. 

“Oh sorry. Do you need to cuddle first?” Lexi immediately starts to giggle which has Nico laughing too. He leans down to kiss her smart mouth, smiling into their kiss when she quietly, gratefully, moans. His tongue teases her, urging their connection to continue for a few extra moments. “You make me feel so good. And I don’t mean only like this.”

“I like that.” Nico murmurs, kissing her lips for a final time, then sitting back up to slide out of her.

He gets off the bed, disposing of the condom in the trash before he grabs a cloth to clean himself up. He grabs a fresh one for Lexi too, putting it on the counter for her as she joins him in the bathroom to use it. Nico slides out of the room, then heads back to his bed. He looks at his discarded underwear, but decides against it, laying in bed naked. Lexi can drive what happens next. If she wants to get dressed, he will too. If she wants to stay naked, all the better.

Nico almost chokes on his tongue when she walks out of the bathroom. She looks relaxed and gorgeous, confidently strutting across his bedroom in a way he wants to see night after night. She climbs into bed next to him, opting to stay naked too. He opens his arm for her to wiggle into his side which she does, followed by a content sigh.

The silence that follows is light, comfortably quiet but filled with soft touches of the other. Nico strokes her hip with his fingers. Lexi combs her nails over his chest. Their breathing evens into sync with each other. When Lexi shivers from the cool night air, Nico pulls the covers up to enclose her shoulders. A sudden yawn stretches his lips apart, interrupting the quiet.

“I can leave if you want me to. So you can go to sleep?” Lexi’s shy whisper comes reaches his ears.

“The last thing I want is for you to leave.” Nico admits freely. “Stay.”

“Okay.” She responds softly, a tinge of relief in her voice.

The two fall into a comfortable quiet, continuing to rub at each other’s skin comfortingly for themselves and each other. 

“Nico, I’m really into you.” Lexi breaks the silence while drawing a heart on his chest. “This feels different than anything I’ve ever had. I like that.”

“I feel the exact same, Sweets.” Nico says, unwilling to fumble this girl by being anything but honest. “I hope you’re not seeing anyone else because I’m not. Don’t want to either.”

“I’m not.” Lexi murmurs. Nico can feel her cheek tighten in a big smile against his pec. “Just waiting for you to ask…” 

“Didn’t want to freak you out by moving too fast.” Nico confesses softly. Lexi presses up, looking into his face.

“Nothing with you would be too fast.” She shakes her head slowly as she says it. Her lips are pulled into a tender, vulnerable smile. 

“Then be mine?”

“Yes.” She says confidently, without a moment of hesitation between his question and her answer. 

Nico collects her back to his chest, his heart beating rapidly but happily in his chest. He has always been more of a relationship person, but it’s been a long time since he met anyone he wanted to commit to this way. Lexi has changed so much for him. 

As his girlfriend drifts to sleep in his arms, satisfied and comfortable, Nico finds contentment in believing he won’t have to navigate single life again.

He isn’t going to let her go. No matter what comes, they’ll face it together.

Because the girl in his arms is end game.

Undeniably his best win yet.

Read more Nico and Lexi here.

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Hey guys, I'm back with the promised au comic!! ^-^ Thank you so much for your comments on my recent posts! <3 Let me know what you think of this one and if you liked it! :)

So, let me explain a bit more about this. I got this au idea that Mashita could be a nurse out of the blue some day and it stuck in my head. The thought of Mashita as a prickly nurse was very funny to me, and I thought his tired eyes could work very well for this scenario too. I believe a nurse's job can be very exhausting and, if my memory is correct, often involves working overtime shifts. (Kudos and my greatest respect to anyone working in this field!) So, in this au Yashiki and Mashita get to know each other under different circumstances. It plays (obviously) during Death Mark 2, the events of the Slit Mouthed Kashima case where Yashiki's arm gets injured - only this time the injury is not just an illusion and doesn't disappear when the spirit leaves. Instead of Shou it's Daimon who is with Yashiki when it happens, he calls Mashita during their way back to the school. (Please don't ask the very logical question why he doesn't take Yashiki to his clinic instead... I definitely did not just realize this mistake now, right before posting this. Just... throw logic out of the window for the duration of these short 7 pages, please. ^^') The idea is that Mashita is a nurse working in Daimon's clinic, hence they know each other. Daimon asks him for help because he knows Mashita is a person he can trust and he could really need an extra hand for removing all these scissor blades. Thankfully it doesn't take Mashita long to arrive (but of course Daimon gave Yashiki some pain meds for the meantime, so the pain is at least manageable). I thought it'd be hilarious if Mashita got hit by Armor's arrow the moment he sees Yashiki for the first time (especially because he "bickered" about him moments before). xD And I have fun drawing him blushing, so I couldn't resist adding that scene. Btw, Mashita and Yashiki haven't met each other before in this au, but my idea was that Daimon has mentioned him and his work to Mashita in the past, hence he referred to Yashiki before as "that ghost hunter guy". As Mashita doesn't have any spiritual abilities/powers and seems like a skeptic character in general to me, I found it fitting here that he doesn't believe in spirits or supernatural stuff. Until the day he meets Yashiki that is. I like to think that, after this evening, Mashita changes or at least rethinks his previous opinion on spirits and offers Daimon to call him again whenever "that ghost hunter guy" gets himself injured again (definitely not because he'd like to see Yashiki again, of course). Sorry for the abrupt end, I cut it off after the revelation of the unjury because I couldn't quite decide how to continue from there.

I am aware that, from a medical standpoint, Daimon's choice to treat that wounded arm in the school's infirmary is probably not the best choice but I just ignored this for the sake of drawing this comic (as I said, just throw logic out the window for this ^^'). Same goes for the probably high risk of permanent damage to the arm/hand with that injury and any other medical inaccuracies. I get random ideas like this a lot, but am not great with figuring out a complete (and realistic) story. I guess I don't have a talent for storytelling as a whole, but more for short moments of drama, fluff or some funny moments. ^^'

I really grew to like the idea of Mashita as a nurse while drawing this. That's probably because I love healer/medic characters in general in fictional works. And it was really fun to draw our cranky ex-detective in nurse clothing. xD (Am I the only one thinking those look super comfortable to wear?) I would love to draw more for this in the future, especially if you guys like the idea as well. Though at the moment I'm out of ideas for new scenes. But in case any of you have ideas, let me know! I'd be happy to hear about them, maybe they can spark my inspiration. :)

Btw. I did notice that I made a mistake with the injury, as in the game it's Yashiki's other arm that gets injured. But it'll just stay this way now, it's an au after all with a lot of things that are different from canon. The next au short comic will be focusing more on Yashiki and some other Mark Bearers, but Mashita will appear too. It's mostly fluff with a little bit of romance at the end. Hope you'll like it. I'm curious to see which au you'll like more in the end - or if you don't like them. Either way, let me know what you think! ^^

Thanks for taking a look and have a nice week! :)