#Basic Attention Token

[joelwindows7]

BAT is dead in my area

Eh whatever. Didn't give anything for this one anyways.

We tell you because to inform you, pls stop donating BAT to me. Use Centralized bank instead.. I guess.

The Uphold doesn't even support wiring back it to any of my Indonesian account anyways.

No no, Desktop too.

Here.

Yeah.

I stopped. Don't harrass me.

As always, Right Click, save as folks.

[septemberlikestea]

HATERS NEVER DIE.

[lord-squiggletits]

I was wondering, how would Pharma be pressured in the Penpal au if the relationship got leak?

I can see why Tarn might be pressured to use their relationship for political optic or to act a certain way since he's an activist/influncer for the Decepticon, not to mention, his relationship with both faction leaders, but what about Pharma?

So I don't have screencaps for this at the moment, but something to bear in mind in canon (which I draw on heavily for all of my fics) is that on post-war Cybertron, it's explicitly said that neutrals hate both Autobots and Decepticons, but they hate Decepticons even more (because any Decepticon who turned traitor obviously got murdered by the DJD, so there's not much if any Decepticon representation or advocacy among neutrals). Also, it's a canonical fact that Decepticons remaining on Cybertron were literally living in slums outside of the city proper and being mostly homeless/unemployed because no one wants to hire them also getting serially murdered at one point, so... taking cues from canon, PPAU being a post-war scenario means that society is in a state where not only are the Autobots and Decepticons struggling to mend relationships with each other, there's also the neutral presence tipping things against the Decepticons.

So, with the Decepticons already being unpopular in general, and the DJD being unpopular even among Decepticons (given their role as fanatical torturer-murderers)...

And with Pharma being CMO + eventually some sort of minister of public health (aka federal/international level political position), it's easy to assume that there's a shitload of public scrutiny of all times, especially given that he's 1. following on Ratchet's term, who seems to be more or less universally loved and respected and 2. was apparently "famous for being forged" (whatever that means/is up to interpretation) even before the war happened.

So on the one hand, Pharma might be pressured to be open/proud about his relationship with Tarn and to make it a political point to remain partners with him to reinforce the reconciliation/reform movements going on (that Decepticons are capable of change + Autobots and Decepticons are capable of uniting with each other).

On the other hand (or in addition), Pharma could and would absolutely be subjected to nasty levels of public ire from people in pretty much every social group. Decepticons judging him for dating someone whose job it was to persecute them, Autobots judging him for dating a Decepticon murderer and one of Megatron's top enforcers, neutrals hating him for a mix of the previous two reasons. Plus Pharma is a doctor, which means he's already kind of held on a pedestal of "productive, noble, essential worker of society" so the planet's best doctor shacking up with the planet's best murderer would certainly cause a stir.

Maybe not a stir in the sense that it'd be horrible and unforgivable and would ruin Pharma's career. I mean, Decepticon-Autobot reintegration is literally the major political movement on the planet and it's precisely the point that Pharma and Tarn wouldn't be legally punished in any way for being together. (And if anything, Megatron and Optimus-- possibly being in a public relationship themselves-- would support Tarn/Pharma and deliberately throw their support behind them). The problem is just that socially, people aren't so quick to forgive or forget their grievances/prejudices, and there are ways to punish people beyond the reach of the law.

So, picture the sorts of things that happen in the real world to celebrities, politicians, and other famous figures who attract mass hate (even from a niche/minority of society): the harassment, stalking and cyberstalking, death threats, libel and slander, being constantly subjected to unwanted press attention, being filmed/photographed without consent, having people close to them being threatened/hurt as a way to hurt the person being Cancelled TM. Multiple things on that list can and do happen to Pharma, with the explicit intention that Pharma deserves to be punished/shamed for associating so closely with Tarn.

Plus, in Pharma's job, it figures that people he works with would have strong emotions about their boss being associated with an infamous killer, no? How would Decepticons trained to fear the DJD in every capacity feel safe, perhaps wondering if Pharma is one whisper away from telling his lover to kill someone? What would anyone, regardless of faction alignment, assume about Pharma's personal character that he's willing to not merely be coworkers with Tarn (professional torturer, sadist, murderer, fanatic) but to literally be his lover and canoodle with him? It's not fair (or perhaps it is), but Tarn can't outrun his reputation no matter how hard he works to reform, and people will project Tarn's crimes onto Pharma because Pharma committed the crime of loving Tarn. It's not like the common public knows about all the things Tarn and Pharma talked about in their pen pal letters, it's not like they would believe Pharma when he says that the Tarn he loves isn't the Tarn the public knows.

Basically, even though this is a post-war romance AU (and was originally intended to be romance-focused), I decided to lean more into the post-war elements and explore how Tarn and Pharma are such (in)famous public figures that they are essentially not allowed to love each other as just "Tarn and Pharma" (or Glitch/Damus and Pharma). They aren't quite the "arranged/political marriage" fanfic trope, but they suffer from the same publicity element where their relationship will forever be tied to some sort of political statement or social action. They can never be two regular people in a romantic relationship who can exist publicly without harassment.

It does actually become a point of contention in their relationship (before and after it's leaked) that they simultaneously want to keep their relationship private to not be shamed for it and so that their love isn't tokenized/turned into a political statement. Yet simultaneously, keeping their relationship secret only adds to the feelings of shame/fear they have; sure, they love each other and want to be together forever, but they're still hiding their relationship's existence from the public for the sake of their reputation, so does that mean their love isn't actually as strong as they want it to be? The shame is especially great on Tarn's end, because at least Pharma is respected and revered as the planet's best doctor. He's literally just an ex-enforcer who did some of the worst shit the Decepticons ever did because he followed and worshipped Megatron absolutely. He feels like he's dooming Pharma just by being near him; Pharma would have been okay if only he hadn't loved Tarn. If only Tarn had had the strength to keep their relationship to letters only, or to break up with Pharma and tell him he deserves to be with someone he can actually live a normal life with. Many issues all around

[usuallydyinginside]

"No One Mourns the Wicked" is about Glinda, not Elphaba

Okay, but hear me out. Wicked songs are so good at saying one thing and meaning something entirely different once you have more context. For instance, "I'm Not That Girl" is Elphaba singing about Glinda initially, then in Act 2 flips to Glinda singing about Elphaba. Because it turns out, Elphaba IS that girl and Glinda is not. When we meet the Wizard, he sings about how he always wanted to be a father. When you get to Act 2, you get the sad little reprise in the background music as he realizes that WHOOPS, he was one and he destroyed his only kid. "Defying Gravity" starts with "I hope you're happy" in the sarcastic sense and ends with them both using the same phrase to genuinely wish one another well.

"Thank Goodness" is set up as a cheerful engagement song where Glinda genuinely means "thank goodness for how great my life is" and ends in a place where she's insisting that she IS happy even as she realizes her engagement is a sham, her best friend is gone, and she's left with the Wizard and Madame M, who she doesn't even like.

You get the picture.

Basically, the whole musical is about subverting what you expect, starting with the base premise of "what if the Wicked Witch was the hero of the story" and digging in from there.

Honestly, I'd never paid much attention to the first song. It's a good opener, sets things up well, but it has some big competition with later songs. However, in the movie the staging and camera choices made me really notice it for the first time. Because you know what? Someone DID pay attention to that song, and you can really really tell.

For those who need a refresher, the lyrics to the chorus Glinda sings are: And Goodness knows The Wicked's lives are lonely Goodness knows The Wicked die alone It just shows when you're Wicked You're left only On your own I was always so busy noticing Glinda's grief over thinking Elphaba was genuinely dead that I failed to notice Glinda's grief over her OWN fate. The movie did such a good job with this because every time we get to the pink lines about being alone, Glinda IS alone. She is standing apart from the crowd who adores her. Standing above them. Standing at the center of a bunch of people yet still, isolated.

Because in the end, we know that Elphaba DIDN'T die alone. We know she wasn't on her own. We know her life WASN'T lonely ultimately. She had her flying monkey and animal friends. She had Fiyero.

And who does Glinda have?

Everyone, but realistically, no one. She is an ideal, not a person to most of Oz, just as much as Elphaba has become the token scapegoat. Where Elphaba is the "Wicked Witch," Glinda is "Glinda the Good Witch" - she is literally supposed to be the embodiment of goodness.

And what does Glinda have at the end of this whole thing (as of this song at least)? A disastrous end to her engagement, the death of her best friend, a sorceress who has hated her, demeaned her, and dismissed her from the start, and a con man who is also just a symbol more than a person.

I think it really hit me when Glinda throws the fire on the giant effigy of Elphaba. Ariana's acting was SO good there, because I'd expected us to see that private moment of horror or regret. What I didn't expect was the sort of determined and almost angry glare at the effigy.

But it makes sense. At this point, Glinda has realized that she lost everything and everyone she actually cared about.

As she so aptly puts it in "Thank Goodness"...

Though it is, I admit The tiniest bit Unlike I anticipated. But I couldn't be happier, Simply couldn't be happier, Well, not "simply" 'Cause getting your dreams It's strange, but it seems A little, well, complicated.

There's a kind of a sort of cost. There's a couple of things get lost. There are bridges you cross You didn't know you crossed Until you've crossed!

And if that joy, that thrill Doesn't thrill like you think it will Still-- With this perfect finale, The cheers and the ballyhoo! Who wouldn't be happier? So I couldn't be happier, Because happy is what happens When all your dreams come true.

Well, isn't it?

Happy is what happens when you're dreams come true.

It's not Elphaba's fault that Glinda has ended up this way. Glinda chose it every step of the way. Yet, if Glinda had never met Elphaba, (if she'd never known her, you could say), she might have stayed shallow and vain. She might never have been challenged to look deeper and realize how empty it all felt.

So as Glinda sings "No One Mourns the Wicked," she realizes that even if the Munchkins are singing about the "Wicked Witch," she's not.

She's singing about herself.

The one who traded her morals, friendship, and love for a taste of the admiration and power over those who don't really know her. The one who was so worried about being likable that she herself doesn't like who she's become.

Even after she makes things better for Oz and herself by sending the wizard away and getting rid of Madame M, it just leaves Glinda by herself as the leader and source of goodness in Oz. It leaves her on a pedestal she can never step off of.

It leaves her lonely.

Entirely alone.

[prettypieck]

ᴄᴀᴍ ɢɪʀʟ

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Xavier x Reader

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: cam girl reader and her sweet friend Xavier who sheepishly agrees to sleep with her for 'content', but ends up fucking her so good that it starts to look a little too real on camera

ᴀ/ɴ: This is my first time posting on Tumblr, so please go easy on my writing lol. I also wrote this at 2am hehe. 3.6k words purrrr.

ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: Xavier, Xavier smut, love and deepspace smut, MDNI!, backshots.., fingering, idk what else to put

It was one of those days... you counted through the tips you earned at the local cafe you worked at and realized you were short to be able to pay your rent this month. You throw yourself on your couch in frustration, it was time to do your little side hustle again, except the side hustle isn't actually that little. You log onto your account on your phone and see all the money you were making from your previous videos, if it wasn't obvious, you were a cam girl.

It was something you started about a year ago, you would only film solo on your bed with all the different toys you owned. However, you noticed recently that your views were beginning to tank, maybe you needed to do something different to bring the attention of your audience back.

You quickly post on your account about anyone having any suggestions for your next video. Immediately, responses begin to flood in with people recommending the same thing: film with someone. With the amount of responses you were getting, you would be able to pay rent for next month as well.

You throw your phone on the couch and stare at the ceiling. Fuck. Who could you film with? Who would actually be down for that? You close your eyes and think about your options. But you startle when you hear a loud thud coming from the floor above you and then it hits you.

Xavier...

Your sweet neighbor and dearest friend, maybe he wouldn't mind, but then again he's so reserved and quiet you don't know if he'll even say yes to it. You grab the pillow next to you and scream into it from embarrassment of something you haven't even done yet.

Fuck it, asking him is better than getting evicted. You get up and smooth down your outfit and try to be presentable before heading up a floor to his place. Your heart goes a million a mile as you raise your hand and knock on his door.

You stand and wait as you hear shuffling on the other side, he was coming to the door. When it opens, Xavier stands there with his ruffled hair and rubs the sleep out of his eyes.

"Y/N," he says in his soft voice, "come in." He opens the door wider and lets you in, you rub your arm and walk in. Why were you acting like you've never been in his apartment? You wanted to smack yourself to stop being so shy about asking this silly question. Maybe you need to ease into it...

"Hey Xavier, what was that loud crash I heard earlier," You ask as you walk to his couch and take a seat amongst all his plushies that he had. He walks over after closing his door and picks up one of the plushies off the ground and raises it to show you, "this is the reason."

You follow him with a look of confusion as he also sits on the couch as well, stretching his arms back behind the couch. He lets out a chuckle at your puzzled face, "I guess the plushie we won last week at the arcade together isn't happy in my home, I got up after my nap to grab some water and tripped on it."

You laugh at that, Xavier was always tripping and falling. "Maybe the plushie would rather be with me, I'm the one who got it out the claw machine after you basically wasted all our tokens," you tease him and at that he rolls his eyes playfully.

"Be my guest," he yawns again and raises his arms above his head in another stretch and that's when your eyes begin to wander. His plain white t-shirt just slightly stretched at the collar rode up when he raised his arms and you can see his abs underneath. Your eyes wander even lower where he's manspreading and you notice his grey joggers, and your throat goes dry at the obvious bulge right in the middle. Woah, he was packing. You snap out of looking when he stops and looks over at you, "What's wrong?"

You blink at him twice, "what are you talking about?" He tilts his head slightly, like he's analyzing you, making you more nervous. "You're really red, are you feeling feverish?"

You flush even more at that, why can't you control yourself. "No," you inhale sharply, "actually- I came here to ask you something." You grip the end of your shorts in nervousness and your eyes look around before you finally have the confidence to look at Xavier again. You see he hasn't moved his gaze away from you, he blinks and waits for you to continue speaking. You flush at his undivided attention, Xavier used to be shy when you guys first became friends, but now he has no problem holding your stare.

"Uhm, so you know how I work at the cafe," he nods at that and you continue with a sigh, "well... sometimes I can't make the rent, so I also have a second job and it's online. I make content and I was wondering if you could help me with it."

Xavier's eyebrows come together like he's thinking about something, "...content? What kind of content?" It seems like he's not following what you're saying, you feel like you're corrupting an innocent soul who clearly doesn't dabble in this kind of stuff. Suddenly, you feel like aborting this mission.

"You know what, never mind," you say quickly as you get up from the couch to leave, but you barely make it a step away before Xavier grabs your wrist. Your body is hot in embarrassment, but you turn to look at him still seated on the couch, he looks at his hand on your wrist before looking up at you.

"I'll help you."

You blink once and then you blink twice. "Really?" He nods and you sit back down on the couch when he tugs on your wrist lightly, you liked that Xavier was willing to help, but you needed to be honest about what he was getting himself into. You close your eyes for a brief second and then blurt it out, "I'm a cam girl."

It's deathly silent and you keep your eyes shut as your face flushes once again. After what feels like a minute, you open your eyes and Xavier is staring at you, but this time just as flushed as you are. You can't help yourself when you begin to ramble to help save this situation, "I understand if you don't want to be the one to have sex with me, especially on camera, even though your face won't be shown. I've always done everything on my own. This is also new to me, I just couldn't think of anyone else that would be willing to help me-"

You stop when Xavier interrupts you, "I'll do it."

"Really?!" Another nod from him and you throw yourself at him for a hug. He catches you as you say a million thank you's.

Eventually you are back in your apartment that same night after your shower to prepare to film with Xavier. You gave him a time to come over earlier and were now wearing your best lingerie under your robe and had done your hair and makeup. The camera was set up in your bedroom, you decided it was best to film and post the video later rather than be live. You were afraid Xavier would accidentally show face and you wanted to avoid the awkward parts with him being out there on the internet.

Finally, there was a knock at the door and you go answer. Xavier was dressed casually and you watch him as he looks down at you and then your robe before his ears flush and he looks away for a second. "Hey," you breathe and he gives you one of his small smiles as he enters your place. "Hi."

He takes off his shoes at the entrance and follows you to your bedroom. You glance at him, "are you ready?"

He smiles at you again, "yeah, are you?" You laugh a little at that, before nodding. The next five minutes are spent with you adjusting the camera while Xavier sits in the middle of your bed awkwardly, you were making sure to just show him from his neck down. Once that's set you click record and walk over to your drawer and pull out one of your vibrators.

Xavier follows your every move as you move towards him and take off your robe in one quick motion, leaving you in only your underwear and bra. He feels like the breath left his lungs as he trails his gaze down all of you and back up. You are beautiful. Perfect. He couldn't believe he was going to be able to hold you like this, touch you like this.

You crawl onto the bed and get comfortable between his legs as you look at yourself on the camera monitor. You were much smaller than Xavier, so your whole body and face was in view. "Here," you tilt your head back to look at his face as your hand holds out the vibrator to him. He flushes when he looks at it and then back to you, but you feel yourself pulse when you see the slight heat behind his eyes.

He takes it from you before hesitantly asking, "Can- Can I touch you?" Your heart races in anticipation as you nod at him.

Your body lights up with goosebumps when you feel his left hand trail up and down your waist. You guys hold each other's gaze, as you relax back into his chest. Your eyes drop to see him put the vibrator down next his thigh and he raises his right hand to gently grab your jaw. His thumb caresses your face as he stares at you, and his gaze alone makes you feel damp between your legs and he hasn't really touched you like that yet.

He continues his gentle rubbing and then his hooded gaze drops from your eyes to your mouth. You don't remember whether it was him or you to initiate it, but you guys begin making out. It's gentle, sensual. His lips are soft and every so often his tongue begins to peak through and you allow him in. Your tongues begin fighting for dominance and the kiss begins to get a little more heated, you reach your right arm over to the back of his neck to keep his mouth on yours.

Your body tingles as he hums into the kiss and breaks it to look into your own heated gaze before going in for another kiss. While this continues, his right hand reaches down to your thigh and he rubs it before moving your legs to be against his spread ones. This leaves you open right to the camera and you gasp lightly when you feel the slight breeze against your damp underwear.

Your body slightly jolts when you feel something rubbing against your clothed sex. You break the kiss this time and look down to see Xavier rubbing the vibrator up and down your sex before you throw your head back against his shoulder. He takes the opportunity to kiss your exposed neck and shoulder, as his left hand goes up to squeeze your breast through your bra.

You can't stop the hums and pants that leave your mouth before you can't take the teasing anymore, "more." "More?" Xavier leaves another kiss on your neck before looking down at your flushed face. "Then beg for it."

Your breath hitches, was this really Xavier? Your quiet friend who is the sweetest person you know asking you to beg him. But your body is so heated you actually listen to him, "Please, I want more. I want you."

You watch Xavier as he groans at your words before diving in for another kiss, this time you feel his hands at the waistband of your underwear as he pulls them off. You raise your hips and then your legs as you help with sliding them off. You keep your legs parted and when you guys break away from your kiss for the third time, you can't help but watch Xavier's face. He looks into your eyes before he looks down and groans again, "Look at how pretty you are."

"Touch me, " you beg with a pout on your face, "please."

Xavier wastes no time in tossing the vibrator to the side as his hand reaches between your legs and his finger grazes between your wet folds. "You're soaked," he says into your ear and your eyes rolls when he rubs on your clit for a quick second before going back down to your entrance, teasing you with his middle finger.

Your hips roll in attempt to get his fingers to fill you up, and when he finally finishes teasing you, he sinks one of his digits in. Your eyes roll back with a light moan and when he pulls the finger back out, he eases back in with two this time. One of your hands grips his thigh while the other holds on to the bicep of the arm that's in between your legs. Your hand nor your vibrator would have felt as good as his hand did.

Xavier was reaching spots inside you that had you writhing against him and moaning. He kept talking you through it, "you're doing so good baby." You feel yourself clench around his fingers at the nickname and he hums at that. "You like when I call you baby?"

You can't stop yourself from nodding your head. Your high was coming so fast, your panting louder as your body began to shake. Xavier clearly noticed this, pulling his fingers out at the last second to rub them against your folds, purposely avoiding your clit. You groan out in protest and he shakes his head at that, "Use your words baby. What do you want?"

You have no shame holding his gaze when you speak, "I want you to make me cum. Please."

He smirks at you, "good girl."

You don't expect it when he plunges his fingers into you and begins a deep pace that has you back on edge. Your moans get louder and your nails dig into him when you finally reach your climax.

You feel like you had the life fucked out of you, but it was hardly over. Xavier brings his hand filled with your juices to his lips and sucks them clean. That makes you only want him even more, and you get on your knees in front of him. Reaching the hem of his shirt to help him take it off and then the next moment you're both naked and making out once again.

You both can't get enough of touching each other everywhere.

Xavier positions you on your hands and knees in front of the camera. You both moan when he begins to rub himself against your folds. None of you seemed to care that he wasn't even wearing a condom, you just wanted him inside you already.

"I want you inside me," you whine and Xavier hums in response, "Yeah?"

"Yeah," you push your hips purposely back into his and feel the head of his cock dipping in. He lets out a grunt before tightening his grip on one of your hips and then slowly begin pushing in.

Your mouth falls open as your face scrunches up while he stretches you out inch by inch. Xavier was definitely more on the larger side, so you needed time to adjust. You can't help but let out little whines and pants, before turning your head around to look up at him from behind you. He felt like he could come just like this, the look on your face enough to send him over the edge.

"You're taking me so well baby," he praises as he finally bottoms out inside you.

At some point, you can't remember how many times you've came already. Xavier was relentless, changing the pace each time he made you cum.

“Look at the camera,” Xavier grunts hoarsely as he grabs your hair and pulls your head back. You let out a moan as you lift back to rest on your forearms, arching your back and looking at yourself on the camera. 

You looked more fucked out of your mind than you usually do in your typical content. You could see the skin around your eyes turning red from the tears, the blush on your cheeks and the way your reddened lips hang open with drool threatening to spill from the corners. And this is all due to the cause of one thing.

“X-Xavier,” you can’t help but moan out his name, knowing you’re going to have to cut that part out later to keep his identity a secret. He groans in response, his thrusts not stopping their pace, you feel him kissing your cervix with each one. He pulls out slightly more than halfway and then goes in with a grind at the end of each one. 

“Yes,” he’s breathless, “yes, baby.” You stare at the his sculpted body from behind you through the camera, biting your lip and whimpering as you can only see his mouth hang open. The rest of his face cut off from his height on his knees and the fact that this is how you’ll keep his identity a secret when you post it. But it’s hard when you can feel his name on the tip of your tongue once again, you want to chant it like a mantra. You want to see him.

Fuck it. 

You shake your head slightly and feel his grip loosen on your hair, and you turn your head around to look at him. The sight of him alone has you clenching around him and your eyes rolling, he was glistening with sweat and the look in his hooded eyes was darker than you’ve ever seen. His damp hair stuck to his forehead. Upon seeing your face as well, Xavier couldn’t help but moan, his brows furrowing, and he grips your hips tighter. You looked so beautiful like this, just like this for him. 

You begin pushing yourself back into him again to meet his thrusts halfway and your mouth hangs open once again. Both of you held eye contact, not bothering to even remember that the camera was still rolling with your face not in it. 

“Xavier you feel so good,” you slur your words as you feel so drunk off of every thrust he gives you. His dick was touching places you couldn’t yourself. Xavier was thinking the same thing, your pussy was sucking him in and he felt its pulse with every movement. The way you moaned his name made him even more feral. You felt what he was feeling and now he was never going to let you go. 

“Fuck it,” he says under his breath and you gasp as he suddenly presses forward and his chest is against your back. He wraps his bicep around your neck, using his elbow to prop him up as the lock around the front of your neck has you facing towards the cameras once again. 

“Like that,” you moan loudly as he continues to pound into you, squeezing your neck and face in his arm. Xavier’s face was showing in the frame now, he no longer cared to hide while fucking you for your content. This felt personal now. 

You can feel his breath in your ear as he pants and grunts right next to it. Yet you still can’t take your eyes off him on the monitor, watching him turn his head to nip at the shell of your ear and you can see his smirk forming as he makes a ‘hmph’ sound. 

“Like this,” he grunts as you feel his other arm reach down under you and find your clit. You squeal at the sensation added with everything else and if it weren’t for Xavier pressing you into this position, you would have collapsed. 

“Mmhmm,” you hum as he works you better than you can do with yourself and your toys. 

“Look at us baby,” Xavier’s head is right next to yours on the frame, both of you flushed, “we’re perfect together, this pussy was made for me. Gonna fill you with my cum and you’re gonna take it like a good girl.”

He accentuates the last two words with two hard thrusts. All you can do is choke on your own words as your vision goes white and you feel your walls clench around him. He lets out a groan of your name before you feel the warmth of his cum filling you up.

You both are panting and sweaty as you guys collapse and lay there for a second. You feel like you can't move. Xavier kisses your shoulder before getting up and clicking the end of the recording on the camera. He walks out of sight before coming back with a warm towel as he gently helps clean you up.

Xavier goes back to being the sweet man he's always been. And as he comes back into bed to cuddle with you, you realize you guys aren't going to be just friends.

[mellowwillowy]

"Stop the wedding!!"

So you get to see NRC food fighting RSA in the end lol Yan! NRC vs Yan! RSA x GN Isekai'd Player (Self-aware)

All the people inside the cafeteria turned their attention to you, an isekai'd player.

"(Name)!!" Idia beamed in tears, finally someone saving him! ... wait, someone? Oh no no no no! You are not just 'someone'!! Why did he even bother troubling you to this extent? He should have just kissed the bride!!!

"Make it right in time, you got me, Ace?" "Thank you for kicking me like a barrel toward the ghosts, pal," Ace replied dejectedly but posed no annoyance at all.

"Potato, since when do you have the funds to get yourself such a nice suit?" Vil questioned as he inspected your overall. The makeup and hairdo were not done to the utmost perfection but he can let it slide because anything on you equals absolute beauty.

"Oh, this? So you are smart enough to realize Crowley won't cover MY suit! I mean, he was trying teeth and nails to not let me join Ace and Co!"

"At least he does something right for the first time," Leona added. "White suits you though I thought you'd surely go with Black as usual?" Trey cocked his head to the side questioningly.

"Look, this is what Neige lent me. And all his attires are almost pristine white! I'm telling ya'!" At that statement, you saw Vil twitch despite not being able to move, he must have been very pissed at the mention of Neige's name alone.

"Originally I planned on taking Cheny'a's but I realized how eccentric his taste is so I decided to go with Neige. The RSA students are kind enough to assist Neige in tailoring it to my size too! Got them right in time before Crowley could shoo me!"

"Dude, even the RSA knows how to respect them, I don't know if I should be angry or nah but it certainly leaves a bad aftertaste seeing them wearing what RSA makes for them." Cater whispers something to the person next to him, inaudible to your ears.

"What do you say if we steal the suit and then burn it down in front of them after we are done here? I'd like to give them a nice thank you hug too while we are at it." "And we should leave them some of my... flowers collection too. This alone should be enough to show our gratitude right?"

"I'd say we should try giving them a proper form of token of gratitude too, how about Master Lilia's cooking?" Sebek added with a grin, he had his fair share of Lilia's cooking to the point he'd like to share it with the others.

"Oh? Then I'd have to make sure to add extra 'love' into it." He replied, this time intending to poison people so its horrifying taste was multiplied at natural without him realizing it.

"Wait, why would we even bother giving them a handmade cooki-" Jack was immediately silenced by Cater's eerie smile. He had his fair share and he knew they meant nothing well from it at all.

"Hey Ace, do something! Stop throwing all your work on prefect!" Deuce yelled by the sideline, ready to chew his ears off.

"I agree, you shouldn't let someone magic-less handle this handful situation alone, get a hold of yourself right now will you, Ace?" Azul scowled and started to usher Ace into work.

"Dude! Now all of you are cornering me?" "You haven't finished, Ace?!"

And Riddle's voice was all it took to make Ace cowered like a puppy. Rook shook his head in disappointment, this had taken way longer than the original gameplay.

"Hurry! We should wrap things up as though we are changing a dirty tablecloth into a new one!" Epel yelled out rather... unique lines. Was he trying to be as poetic as Rook? If anything, both Rook and Vil said nothing regarding this.

"Riiiiighhhhtttt, I'm kinda checked out now, to be honest." Idia's eyes immediately widened, not you too?!

Just before the other could chant another "Smooch the bride", you immediately lunged toward the bride. All those gym class training paid off! Basically, this and that until the ghost inflated.

And instead of Rook ordering you and Epel around, you took the steering wheel before anyone could. "Move yer' ass you glorified wood logs! Move move move!"

The lucky person is the person who gets to feel you dragging them. Absolute win!

--

"Urgh, I'm so gonna have phasmophobia now." Idia rolled his eyes as the ghosts departed but to be honest? He was happy to see you barging into the cafeteria like a knight in shining armor for him! (It was mostly the others fighting lol)

Idia was taken by surprise the moment your hand smacked his back. "Would you look at it, the star of the show, a handsome groom adorned in black! You look positively breathtaking, senior Idia."

"Eep-! Oh no, they have graced me with their words that are enough to deafen me! What should I do? How should I show them just how grateful I am to be even considered by them???"

"What did you say? I couldn't hear you really well." "Well, brother said that-" "N-n-no! Nothing! I uh... am thankful... for your assistance." He answered bashfully, his hair tip turned into a shade of pink.

"Now now potato, it's time to change, wearing that must have been uncomfortable right?" Vil immediately pulled you away from the pink introvert. "No...? Neige said that it's meant to be comfortable and it's true!" "Well, we have something even wayyyy more comfortable for you, shrimpy! Come on now, let's take it off and dress you up in something else!"

--

Lilia was leading everyone with a basket of something, a speaker in one hand and Neige's suit in the other hand, "Hey you RSA whippersnappers! Get down!"

The head mage was coincidentally away that day and it allowed the NRC students to lead a protest in front of the academy's gate.

Lilia threw the white suit onto the ground while Leona whistled, signaling Rook to shoot an arrow of fire toward it like an Olympic grand opening. (What a duo.)

"Yeah! Eat this you good for nothing!" Cater and Ruggie immediately took out the pie from Lilia's basket and threw it right onto the students' face. Kalim was generous enough to sponsor lots of baking materials for Lilia with Jamil assisting with the baking. It was badly burnt but still hard as a rock.

Cheny'a was careful enough to avoid Trey and Riddle while Vil was feeling rather generous in feeding Neige~ Oh, and Malleus is always bullseye in his shots, hitting everyone down in no time. He was pretty pissed (sulking) that he was not invited to join your fun. Silver was not being merciful too, he didn't fall asleep at all during this whole thing!.

Rollo was feeling rather grateful but also sad that you did not come to him to ask for his help :( And Crowley just watched everything from the sidelines while praying that nothing bad will be sent to him after this. Well, he's happy with how bright his students are.

[ryker-others]

Small moments with them (Astral Express and Stellaron Hunters)

It's digging through trash cans with Caelus and Stelle. While it can sometimes be disgusting, they seem to really enjoy it. They come up to you with a small smile and show you the things they found in the trash cans, regardless if it's just some trash or something neat. Truthfully, it's not the object that they found that matters. It's how happy they seem when they show it to you and the small joy they get when digging through trash with you.

It's taking photos with March. It doesn't matter where or what's happening, she always has her trusty camera ready at any moment. Each photo telling a story of it's own. From the first time you two met, to your visit to Penacony, she has captured it all. At any moment, she could just pull you close and smile up at the camera. She probably has hundreds of photos of you two at this point, but she doesn't care. Each photo with you holds a precious memory she'll always remember.

It's reading late at night with Dan Heng. When the Astral Express is finally having a few moments of peace, you get moments like these. The usually quiet Dan Heng will go on and on when you ask him about something in the archives. To share the data there, it makes it all feel worthwhile to gather the information. His voice is so calming as he reads and explains the data to you. It's only when you fall asleep does he stop talking and lets you rest peacefully.

It's drawing and creating ideas with Welt. He's always happy just listening to you share your ideas and talk about what you might be drawing. He might even draw your ideas too! He'll give you his input on your ideas and appreciate them, and he shares his with you too. Once you're done, he'll share the winding complexities of his own ideas as he draws them out for you to see. And before you two have to leave, he gives you his drawing as a token to remember the occasion. A drawing that just so happens to include characters similar to both of you.

It's making coffee with Himeko. She loves making coffee, and will make you a cup without you even asking. Her coffee certainly doesn't suit everyone's taste, so it might not suit yours, but don't worry! She understands and would love for you to show her what kind of coffee you like. Sharing a cup of coffee together in the mornings are the times she enjoys the most. Partially because of the coffee, and partially because it's a nice calming time to chat with you. Once she learns how you like your coffee, you'll wake up in the mornings with a fresh cup waiting for you.

It's trying on coats with Kafka. Sometimes it's an outing she takes you on where you'd end up buying coats together, and sometimes she'll just drape one over you when you least expect it. Each coat is very high quality of course. When you're just relaxing, she comes out of nowhere and a coat made of the finest velvet is delicately placed atop your shoulders. She gave a small laugh and just delicately adjusted the jacket. When she'd catch you not wearing it, she'd ask you about where it was and if it was still in good condition. Strangely, the jackets she gives you always seem to have her scent that envelops all your senses the second you put it on.

It's playing games with Silver Wolf. To her, it doesn't matter what game you play, she will already have mastered it and be ready to play with you. If it's a team game, it's basically impossible for you to lose if you're on her team. If you're playing against her...yeah, good luck. Though she always seems so relaxed when playing on her own, she always pays much closer attention when she's playing with you. Not because she needs to focus to win, but because she's also watching what you're doing. Every so often, she'll chime in with tips on what you can do, even if you're playing against her. And the one day she actually lets you win, she brushes it off at first as her not paying much attention, but has a small smile anyway.

It's simply sitting with Blade. It doesn't seem like much at all, but it means more to him than you think. He's distant to most, and not always in the best mental state, so simply having the presence of someone nearby brings the smallest bit of comfort to him. You don't have to be interacting with him, just simply be near him. The mara strikes get the better of him at times, but with you near him, he feels that deep settled mara calm ever so slightly. The amount of pain and agony having built up over so long fades, even only for a fleeting moment. It isn't much, but he holds onto those moments of peace. That's when it becomes a habit of his to just come near you and sit. He doesn't say anything, just sits, but you're helping him more than you may ever know.

It's stargazing with Firefly. She lives for the small moments like this. With both of you looking up at the sky, full of twinkling stars and appreciating the beauty of this wonderous universe, she finds herself feeling incredibly calm and serene. The Stellaron Hunters keep moving, following the scripts to perfection. It's because of that, she keeps these still and quiet moments in her memories. Under these same stars, she's stood with past friends, and will stand with more. Yet right now, she just wants to stand with you. There's this soft smile on her face and a light in her eyes that reflects those stars. She looks between you and the stars with that smile, and lets the quiet night sit. There may come a day where you forget this night, but she could never. When the day comes that both of you eventually part ways, she takes comfort in the fact that the stars will remember this moment together.

[ooooo-mcyt]

I really truly don't like how a lot Double Life fanon exclusively utilizes BigB (and his relationship with grian) for just, like, Scar and Desert Duo angst.

Tired of BigB being "The guy Grian 'used' when he was mad at Scar".

Like first of all I feel like that's a disservice to BigB and Grian's dynamic, because Grian likes BigB, he liked BigB before Scar was his soulmate, hell, he liked BigB before Double Life even existed. Grian and BigB are cute and mesh well together and like each other lots. And while it's totally fine if they're not your cup of tea, but there's so much there between them, and there has been forever, that the "Oh Grian is using BigB because BigB's there and Grian was just looking for someone who isn't Scar" angle rubs me the wrong way.

And secondly, I feel like it's a disservice to BigB's character on a broader scale. Obviously if you're making Scar or even Desert Duo centered content and Secret Soulmates is a background thing, you can't be expected to make BigB the central focus, but I'm just a bit tired of seeing BigB brought up as an angst plot point in Desert Duo discussions with not even a small token amount of effort into characterizing BigB's actual personality, motivations, or, again, very long standing relationship with Grian.

And maybe this wouldn't bother me so much if people paid BigB more attention generally, but I feel like I've seen almost more of BigB in Desert Duo centric discussions where he's basically used as a carboard cutout plot device that's not actually representative of him than I have of actual BigB centric stuff or even just stuff that makes some effort to treat him as a character in his own right. I can't expect everyone who talks about Desert Duo and brings up BigB to watch all his pov's (i admittedly haven't finished all of his pov's either yet and have been holding off a bit on posts just analyzing him because i like to wait for all the context before i really deep dive into characters, though i'm working on it) or be that interested in his character, but I just feel like a lot of fanon does BigB a disservice by not even considering his perspective on anything.

[writingroom21]

Okay imagine this reader goes in a all boys school pretending to be a dude to cover up her brother but soon rafe later knows she's a girl since she's in the guys shower room😫

A/N: I literally love this idea so much. She's The Man is one of my favorite movies.

Boys Bathroom

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected sex(wrap it up), p in v, overstimulation, squirting, oral (f receiving), fingering, semi public sex (communal bathroom), (let me know if I missed anything)

wc: 3.6K

The plan was simple. You would go to the school for two weeks and then swap places again. It shouldn’t be that hard to fool everyone since the two of you are twins. Since your parents found out they were having twins they got the two of you matching things. Your cribs, toys, clothes were all bought to match.

 The only downside was one of you is a girl and the other is a boy.

When the news was broken to them, they had mixed emotions. On one hand they get the best of both worlds with one of each. The other is that they planned on having the same gender twice. They tried to look past it and throughout childhood it was fine. Your dad had the perfect little boy to play catch and watch sports with. Your mom had a little angel that she could dress up and show around. 

It was all perfect until you hit puberty. Max, your brother stayed the perfect son that he always was. But you had become the wild child of the family. You weren’t really wild, just not the picture perfect daughter they had in mind. In middle school you started to not want your mom to dress you, leading to arguments about how you dressed.

Then now in highschool you are focused on being an artist, which isn’t an ambitious enough job for them. You would think that after their divorce they would stop agreeing with each other. But no they will always agree on one thing, you are too much to handle. They just don’t like how outspoken you are and how you will not conform to the version of you they want.

They focus on you so much they don’t even realize that it’s Max they should be worrying about. Sure he gets good grades and he never gets in trouble, it doesn’t mean he’s not doing things. You are always covering for him so he can sneak out of the house. Driving him around after he got so drunk with his friends that he can’t function. They don’t see that side of him so they worship the ground he walks on. 

They love him so much that they are now sending him to a prestigious all boys school. Max has been complaining about it all week since they told him. It’s a boarding school so he will be under 24/7 supervision. Which is a no in his books. Max has done everything basically to try and get out of this to no luck. Leading us to the moment the plan was formed.

“Come on please. Just do this one thing for me.” Max pleads at the end of your bed. You continue reading your book ignoring him and his weird request. He says your name to get your attention. “I’ll get you something when I come back. A token from Bora Bora sounds nice right?” You scoff at his audacity. “Dude I’m not going to pretend to be you so you can go on some vacation. It wouldn’t even work, you're a guy and I’m not.” Max throws himself on your bed, face planting onto the sheets. “If you do this for me I’ll get mom and dad to lay off your art school decision.” The book drops from your hands and you stare at him. You don’t have to think, getting them off your back is much needed. “Fine.”

The wig itches your scalp as you fix your clothes making sure your binding doesn’t come loose. The last thing you need is for it to come undone and your boobs come out. It;s the second day at the school, everyone seems to be buying that you are Max. Your best friend had shown you how to place wigs on, making sure that it can’t get loose. It seems to be staying in place so you can’t complain. You have to get used to squishing your boobs so much but it’ll be okay.

Your parent’s had splurged for Max to have his own dorm so you get to relax in your own space thank god. It would have been perfect if it weren’t for the boy next door. You had been unpacking when a knock interrupted you. Alright show time. You open the door to be greeted with one of the hottest guys you have ever seen. He has to be at least six feet tall, with hair you just want to wrap your fingers around. Don’t even get you started on his blue eyes. 

You were so caught up with checking him out that you didn’t notice he said something. “Hello?” He questions with this weird look. “Huh?” You clear your throat and make your voice deeper. “Sorry, what did you say?” You stand up straighter, trying to make you look taller. “Said I’m Rafe. I'm in the room right next door.” He points to the left. 

“Nice to meet you, I'm.” Your name almost slips out but you covered it with a cough. “My name's Max. Want to come in.” Rafe shrugs, entering and looking around your room. There’s not really much to look at. The walls are bare and the clothes are all put away. The desk has books for the classes you’ll be in and unfortunately a box of pads. Rafe spins around to you.

“Dude why the fuck do have those?” He practically shrieks. He’s pointing behind him and you follow it to see the box. Fuck you had forgotten to put them away. “Oh I have a twin sister that likes to prank me. She always packs something embarrassing in my bags.” You try to explain. Rafe listens as you fumble through your words, kinda weirded out that some dude has chick products.

“You have a twin?” He really doesn’t believe you. Instead of explaining further you pull out your phone, finding a picture of yourself to show him. Rafe looks at the photo and then at you trying to find similarities. “I can see it.” He looks closer at it again. “You know she’s kinda hot.” A blush forms on your cheeks. “Thank you.” Your eyes widen when you realize what you said.

“I mean she would say thank you or something dumb like that.” You laugh off. Rafe just nods at you slowly making his way towards the door. He can’t wait to get out of this room, something about you just isn’t right. “Right. Uh I gotta go. See ya man.” He was out of the room as soon as the words left his mouth. Leaving you there hoping you didn’t give yourself away.

The next few days you saw Rafe everywhere. He was in two of your classes, English and Biology. You’re thankful that your English teacher had assigned setting by last name. You were far away from him but your eyes would still find him. Looking at the back of his head and averting your eyes when he looks back at you. It didn’t help that he decided to be your lab partner for biology.

He sat down next to you, throwing his books down without saying a word. He doesn’t know why he can’t stay away. Rafe feels like something is wrong but at the same time he wants to figure out what. It’s the reason why he sat next to you and why he notices the things you do. He tries to play it off as if he gets close to you that he’ll likely get with your twin. If only he knew it was actually you.

The two of you watch each other in the cafeteria as you eat. Eyes meeting and looking away just to look back. At this point Rafe thinks you're gay, he has nothing wrong with that, it's not his type though. His friends are talking around him but his brain is playing a game of tennis. Throwing ideas out left and right.

Maybe you are just socially awkward and that's why you act like that around him. Or you are from some freaky conservative family that sheltered you for too long. All his thoughts just keep playing in his mind, every interaction on display to dissect. This game of cat and mouse continues for the first week you are there. You are just counting down the days until you can leave.

The stress of not getting caught has been eating you alive. Both of your parents have been texting you to go to their house since you weren’t there the following week. They think you are still staying at the other parents house. A risky plan but they only talk to each other when you do something they don’t like or when Max does good in something. The idea of them finding out has been eating you alive. 

You had called Max, anxiety getting the best of you. “What do you want?” The call is a little fuzzy, his international plan seems to be only doing okay. “You need to come home like now. I can’t keep doing this.” You can hear people talking in the background of his call. He says something to them and the noise dies down. “Listen it’s just one more week you can do it.”

“Max no you need to come home. Mom and dad keep asking me to come home. What if they find out?” If he was there right now he would slap the back of your head to have your senses come back. You’ve always had the flare for dramatics in his eyes. “Relax mom and dad arent going to find out. I’ll be back before they even notice. Just one more week.” You give in knowing that he won’t come back.

In the hallway Rafe was making his way to his room after coming back from a run. He was in the middle of taking his headphones off when he heard voices coming from your room. Curiosity got the better of him and he moved closer to the door, resting an ear on it to get a better shot. He heard it all, from the begging of your brother to come back to him saying he’ll be back in a week. What he can’t really understand is the voices.

Without a doubt he believes the female voice to be you, Max’s twin sister. What he can’t wrap his head around is the male voice on the other end. In his mind he knows that it’s you, it had to be. But the voice sounds different, the tone and octave aren’t the same that he’s been hearing. It's confusing to say the least. He goes to his room when he hears the call end, piecing together all the information that he knows. Which isn’t much.

You get awkward around him when he tries to talk to you in class, acting like a pre-teen who can’t talk to girls. Now that he thinks about it there’s a good chance you are gay. He catches you checking him out in English and the lunch room. Always tables away with your eyes glued to him. Then there are the times where he will see you blush at something he says. Rafe knows he’s a good looking guy. Girls were constantly throwing themselves at him before his dad sent him off to this shit hole.

He ignores the rest of his thoughts as he winds down from his run. Taking the necessary post workout vitamins and shakes he has. During this time you had made your way to the bathroom. Having to share a communal bathroom has not been ideal for this situation. The only times you can shower is super early in the morning and late at night. Since you are not a morning person, night showers it is. 

Peaking your head out your door you check the hallway to make sure no one is coming. Once the coast is clear you book it to the bathroom, running into the shower stalls. The stalls don’t have doors, just two curtains. You would think for the amount of money it takes to go here they would have better showering options. You strip in the first section letting the water heat up. When the water is hot enough you get in. Even for the lousy coverage they do have nice showers.

It was large enough to have double the space needed. There was a detachable shower head that had amazing water pressure. Plus a little bench to keep your stuff on not only in the changing space but the shower as well. Let’s just say that these showers have been the highlight to all of this mess. You get under the running stream, the water coats your body. Warming you up as you stand under the stream.

You go through your routine. Washing your hair you start to hum to a song that’s been stuck in your head. Getting lost in the moment you sign the lyrics softly, switching to different songs that randomly popped up. You were so distracted that you didn’t hear that someone had walked into the bathroom. Rafe had come in to wash away the sweat from his run when he heard singing. 

He stopped for a moment when he realized it wasn’t a guy singing. That or this poor guy’s balls haven’t dropped. He walks closer to where the sound is coming from. Making sure to keep his footsteps light. The last thing he wants is for the person to hear him and stop. He stops in front of the stall where the voice is coming from. Yeah there’s definitely a chick in there he thinks. Without really thinking about what he’s doing and how he’s close to becoming a creep. He pulls the first curtain aside, walking in. “Who are you and what are you doing here?”

You let out a small scream, scared from the sound of Rafe’s voice. You stand there frozen not knowing what to do. You’ve been caught, the person on the other side obviously knows you aren’t a guy. “Well?” You let yourself grab the curtain, pulling it around you so you can look at the person. “I’m so sorry. It’s a really long story actual-” Your words die when you see who it is. Rafe.

He’s as shocked as you are, both of you have wide eyes. “Your Max’s twin.” Then he says your name, to double check he had it right. “What the fuck are you doing here.” You want to answer, you really do. But his towel is hanging low on his waist, his toned stomach on display. That’s when it clicked to him, Max wasn’t gay because it wasn’t Max. It was you.

It all makes so much sense now. “Max wanted to go on vacation so he had me pretend to be him.” You don’t look him in the eyes. Mostly out of shame of being caught, the other being that you are too busy checking him out. You can’t help but wonder what he looks like without it on. A pink blush graces your cheeks at the thought. The reaction is noticed by Rafe.

He then realizes you are naked behind that curtain. Your wet body is right there for him to grab, only separated by thin plastic. He looks you up and down, mostly seeing your silhouette due to the curtin being slightly white. His dick is getting hard just thinking about you and how wet you must feel. He covers himself with a hand the other holding his shower stuff. “So you’ve been pretending to be him this whole time?”

“Yup.” You clutch the plastic to your chest, the water hitting the back of you. “Well this is awkward now.” He scratches the back of his neck looking at the ground. “I told you that I thought you were hot.” He laughs, shaking his head. When his hand falls back to his side you take it in yours. Hoping that your bicep can help the plastic keep you covered. “It’s okay. I think you're hot too.”

Maybe it's the fact that he has a pretty girl in front of him or the fact he hasn’t been laid in a while since being her, but he’s about to lose control. Fuck he’s been so desperate that he imagined you that night after seeing your photo as he masturbated. This is honestly a dream come true for him. He laces his fingers with yours, placing his things down. 

“You know I read somewhere that we should be saving as much water as we can. Mind if I get in with you?” Rafe never read that anywhere. The only reading he does is when he’s texting or doing school work. You will never catch him reading something about climate change or whatever. You smirk as you look up at him, dropping the curtain to take his towel off. “Mhmmm. Wouldn’t want to be wasteful.” He leans over you, his height allowing him to see all of you as he looks down. 

Your hands graze up his thigh, fingertips dancing along his dick. One of his hands cups your face to bring you in for a kiss, the other plays with a nipple. He backs you up to the wall and deepens the kiss. His hand moving lower to rub your clit. Your hand tightens around him, a moan slipping your lips.

He pulls back to watch your face, wanting to absorb every moan you let out. From the side of his eye he sees the shower head. He smirks down at you, pulling his hand back and taking yours off him. “Is everything okay?” You’re worried something happened and he wants to stop. “Yeah pretty girl it is. Why don’t you sit on that bench for me?” Even though it was a question he meant it as a command.

You hesitate at first, concerned about how sanitary it is. Then you see the look in those pretty blue eyes and your concerns vanish. Sitting down, you watch as he takes the shower head down, switching the stream setting. He’s probably going to regret this later but he kneels down on the tiles. Positioning the shower head between your legs, the strong stream hits your clit. You didn’t see that he adjusted the water temperature so it wasn’t burning hot.

“That feel good?” Your hand flies to his shoulder, nails marking his flesh. “So good.” You moan out, trying to be mindful of your volume. Rafe gently moves the head around, creating circles on your clit. It feels so fucking good. He leans over you, attaching his mouth to one of your nipples. He sucks on it while his unoccupied hand finds your entrance, teasing a finger in you.

Rocking the finger back and forth, he adds a second when he feels you relax around him. The sensation of his mouth, finger, and water is too much. You are biting so hard on your lip to stay quiet that you’re bleeding. You release your lip with a wince, the sharp sting radiates in your bottom lip. Rafe looks up at the sound, eyes clocking the red coming from the cut. “Poor baby.”

He licks the blood, giving a quick suck to your lip to make sure he got everything. “It’s just too much for you, isn't it? Hmm?��� He taunts as his fingers increase in speed. Your climax is right there, you can feel it in your fingertips. “Please Rafe. I” You sob rips it’s way out of your throat, your orgasim over powering. You are physically shaking from the intensity but he doesn’t let up. He keeps the water right where it is, his fingers increase their pace. He goes back to sucking on your nipples. You try to tell him it’s too much but all that comes out is moans. 

It feels like your orgasim is never ending. Then with one more stroke to your g-spot you were gushing. Rafe takes the shower head away, still fingering you to get you to squirt more. You keep drenching him, his fingers now rubbing your clit furiously only making it worse. He drops the shower head, his hand shooting up to cover your mouth. Silencing you moans as the last bit comes gushing out of you. You’re spent, body limp from that earth shattering orgasim.

“That was so fucking hot.” Rafe bends down and starts to lick you clean. Dying to get a taste of you. You push his head away from how sensitive you are. Your clit feels like it’s on fire. He pulls you up and turns you around to bend over on the bench. He’s not going to last long, he was close to blowing his loud just watching you. There’s just no way in hell he’s giving up his only chance to fuck you.

Before you could protest he’s already slipping in. You’re so wet that he slides right in and bottoms out. He gives you a second to adjust and then he’s ramming his hip into you. You’re still sensitive so your next release builds up quickly. He wants to be embarrassed from how fast he comes, he really does. He just can’t find it in him to really care.

You feel so good wrapped around him, your walls constricting him so tight. He barely had room to keep fucking you as you second orgasim ripped through you. He quickly followed, pulling himself out and jerking off so he could paint your ass. It’s okay because he’ll wash it off of you in a second. You get up after getting your bearings and the two of you wash off. “That was really fucking good.” You dream out loud. 

Rafe gives you a kiss, nibbling on your lips. You wince due to the cut. “Sorry.” He gives it a kiss better. “Same time tomorrow?” You smile and nod.

Safe to say the following week was spent sneaking off at any given chance you had.

[slattlicker]

can you do schlatt x cranky reader but cranky reader is super small so he kinda just picks her up and she kicks her legs back in forth in the air and barks at him but he thinks she's soo cute and he takes her shopping and dresses her up in little outfits basically she's his tiny teddy bear and reader is all like "i literally am going to kill you" && he's like "awhh with what those biiiig muscles?"

also i love your stuff! one of the best newest writers in this community <3

╭﹐✦˚₊· 𖤐 * cranky teddy bear ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ ╮ imagine: schlatt picks you up as you grumble and kick your legs, but you both know it’s all part of the game. ╰﹒♡₊˚๑ *✧﹒✦ ࣪ ˖ ┊

﹒₊✦ a/n: big thanks to the angel who requested this ♡ i tried my best with this request -- i'm sorry if i couldn't really nail the tone that you were hoping for.

warning: playful teasing, affectionate bickering, subtle d/s dynamics (control, power play), and very slight brat taming moments. this is all in fun, no spice!!

enjoy!! ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

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"schlatt, i swear, if you don’t put me down right now…" you frown, trying to sound serious, but your voice comes out quieter than you'd like. your arms cross over your chest, almost defensively, and your legs kick back and forth in frustration, brushing against his jeans.

but it’s useless. you’re trapped in his arms, his body pressed against yours. his warmth surrounds you—colone and coffee, and the steady rhythm of his breath only makes the feeling more intense. he’s always been stronger than you, even as kids, and he knows exactly how to push your buttons.

his grin is playful, that teasing look you know all too well. “with those big muscles of yours? yeah, i’m shaking.” the sarcasm is thick, but there’s affection beneath it, making your cheeks burn even more.

you scoff, pushing weakly against him. your fingers brush against his shirt, but it's barely a token resistance. you can't bring yourself to fight him. you're embarrassed, but there's also a flutter in your chest. somehow, despite it all, you kind of like it.

“just put me down,” you mutter, your voice slipping into a more pleading tone than you intended.

“put you down?” schlatt chuckles, his voice low and savoring. “nah, it’s adorable. you’re like my little teddy bear—small and cranky.”

the words hit harder than you'd like. heat rushes to your face, and you bite your lip, trying to suppress a smile. instead, you turn your face away, feigning irritation as you wriggle out of his hold. but the struggle is weak, more for show than anything else. deep down, you enjoy the attention, even wrapped in teasing.

“put me down, schlatt,” you say again, but this time, your voice betrays you, shaky and softer.

“oh?” he smirks, clearly loving every second of this. “what’s wrong, babe? can’t handle being picked up by your big, strong boyfriend?”

“i’m not small,” you mutter, but it sounds ridiculous in your current position.

schlatt’s grin widens. “always been small, teddy. but don’t worry. i think it’s cute that you’re shorter than me.”

your cheeks heat up again, and you look away, caught between wanting to deny it and feeling something shift in your chest—something you’re not ready to admit. “i’m not cute,” you mutter. “and i’m definitely not your teddy bear.”

his grin only grows. “you’re absolutely my teddy bear—adorable, cranky, and all mine.”

you glare up at him, but it’s not with the same fire. your eyes flicker with something softer, and you feel your heart race against his chest. you’re not pushing him away anymore.

“i’m literally going to kill you,” you grumble, but even you don’t believe it.

“baby, you can barely move your arms right now. how would you kill me?”

you want to shoot him a look—something sharp that says you’ll get him back later—but you can’t. your arms feel weak, your body betraying you with every shift of his grip. his chest is too close, and his warmth makes it hard to think straight. your heartbeat quickens, and you feel that nervous flutter in your stomach.

you let out a frustrated breath, but it’s more of a sigh than a sharp exhale. “i’ll figure it out,” you murmur, crossing your arms tighter against your chest like you’re maintaining control. but you both know it’s a joke. you can’t bring yourself to push him away.

schlatt laughs, his voice rumbling in your chest as he gives you another playful bounce. “yeah, you’ll totally figure it out, babe.” he adds a little more bounce just to remind you who’s in control. “i could carry you around like this all day, and you wouldn’t even try to escape.”

you shift uncomfortably, not wanting to let him see how much you’re not actually complaining about it. his arms around you feel good in a way you don’t want to acknowledge, the closeness grounding you in a way you can’t quite figure out. but you can’t let him win.

“shut up,” you mutter, barely audible, refusing to meet his eyes. you’re not sure what’s worse—the teasing or how much you’re starting to want it.

he must sense your struggle because his grin softens, just a little. “aw, come on. you like being this close to me.” there’s no teasing now, just something a little more tender.

you bite your lip, trying to hold back the smile. “i don’t.”

“yeah, sure.” he keeps his teasing edge but it’s gentler now, like he’s enjoying watching you try to resist. his thumb brushes the back of your arm with a light touch that makes your skin tingle. “you hate me,” he says, but the words feel more like a game than an accusation.

“i hate you,” you say, but it’s weak.

“right.” his grin lingers, but it’s affectionate this time. “keep telling yourself that, teddy. you’re melting right here.”

you narrow your eyes at him, but before you can retort, schlatt sets you down, still holding you with one arm. you try to shift away, but he steps toward a clothing rack with that too-pleased look on his face. you know exactly where this is going.

he pulls something off the rack, holding it up like he’s found treasure. it’s a pastel pink dress, frilly and covered in teddy bear print. the fabric looks soft, the lace trim delicate.

“look at this,” he says, holding it up to your body with a mischievous grin. “it’s practically made for you.”

your mouth opens in disbelief. “schlatt, no.”

“oh, yeah. yes.” he waves the dress in front of you, clearly enjoying how your resistance is slipping. “the only one left on the rack, and it’s in your size?” his voice lowers, and he steps closer. “it’s perfect.”

you try to step back, but his hand is already on your wrist, holding you in place with gentle, unyielding pressure.

“stop messing around,” you mutter, though there’s no real heat behind it. “i’m not wearing this.”

you try to pull free, but his grip is steady, making it clear you’re not going anywhere unless he lets you. the dress dangles in front of you, its pastel fabric fluttering with every movement. the teddy bear print mocks you, like fate’s cruel joke.

“schlatt, seriously,” you grumble, voice a mix of annoyance and embarrassment. “i’m not putting that on. you can’t make me.”

“can’t i?” he steps closer, his presence overwhelming. the air between you both feels thick, and you’re acutely aware of his body pressed up against yours. he raises the dress higher, the lace trim catching the light. “what’s the problem? you’ll look adorable in it.”

“i’ll literally murder you if you make me wear that,” you mutter, trying to sound in control, but it’s losing its edge. your hands tremble slightly, and deep down, you know he’s going to get his way. schlatt grins, unfazed, leaning in a little more until you can’t avoid his gaze.

“oh, i’m sure you will, teddy. but here’s the thing—you want to try it on. you know it’ll look cute, and you’re pretending not to like it because you think you can’t handle it.”

you open your mouth to argue, but his words hit too close to the truth. you do feel curious about how it’ll look. but you can’t let him win that easily. “i’m not wearing it. not now, not ever.”

his grin widens, the challenge sparking in his eyes. “so you’re saying if i tell you to wear it, you’re going to refuse?”

you hesitate, then, with a sigh, drop your defiance. “fine. i’ll try it on. but you’ll regret it when i’m making you pay for this later.”

schlatt chuckles, pleased with your reluctant surrender. “i think the view will make the cost worth it.”

you take the dress from him, looking it over with a mix of annoyance and embarrassment. it's still ridiculous, but there's something oddly… appealing about it now that it's in your hands. you glance at schlatt, but he's already watching you closely, that mischievous glint still in his eyes.

you turn towards the dressing room, trying to hold on to some sense of dignity. but as soon as you step inside, you’re hit with that feeling again—the one where you can’t quite escape the warmth of his teasing, the weight of his gaze lingering even though he's not physically there.

the fabric feels soft against your skin as you pull it over your head. the teddy bear print stares back at you in the mirror, and for a second, you think you might actually hate it. but as you adjust the dress, the lace trim, the pastel pink—it’s not the worst thing you’ve ever worn. maybe it even feels… kind of cute? you shake your head at the thought.

but the more you look at yourself, the more you realize it doesn’t look that bad. the dress fits, and even though it’s not something you would normally choose, there’s a certain charm to it now that you’re wearing it. you can’t help but smile, even if it’s just a little.

you take a deep breath, bracing yourself before stepping back out into the store. schlatt is still by the clothing rack, but the moment he sees you, his grin fades, replaced by something softer, almost… impressed.

“well?” you ask, your voice a little quieter than you intended. you refuse to look at him directly, keeping your gaze on the floor, but you can feel his eyes on you, intense and full of that warmth.

he takes a slow step forward, eyes scanning you from head to toe. his smile returns, but this time it’s different. there’s no teasing in it, no sarcasm—just admiration.

“you look… perfect,” he says, his voice low and sincere. there’s no edge to it, just honesty, and it catches you off guard.

you blink, unsure of how to respond. you were ready for another round of teasing, ready to dismiss the whole thing, but his words land harder than you expected. you glance down at the dress again, trying to deflect, but it feels different now. it doesn’t feel like you’re just wearing something silly. it feels like you’re wearing something he genuinely likes.

“really?” you ask, your voice softer than you intended. you’re not sure what to do with the flutter in your chest, the heat rising to your cheeks.

“yeah,” he says, stepping closer, a tenderness in his eyes you haven’t seen before. “really. i mean it. you’re beautiful, teddy.”

you open your mouth to argue, to tell him it’s just a dress, but the words get stuck. his gaze is too much, too sincere, and for a moment, you feel like you might actually be blushing. you look away quickly, but not before you catch the small, genuine smile tugging at his lips. you try to shake it off, pushing past the unexpected softness in your chest.

“yeah, yeah, whatever,” you mutter, a little embarrassed. “you’re the one who made me wear this ridiculous thing.”

his smile widens, but there’s no teasing edge this time. it’s just… fond. “yeah, i know. but i think it suits you,” he says, moving a little closer, his hand brushing lightly against your shoulder. the casual touch feels different now, a little more intimate than usual.

you cross your arms, trying to keep up the act. “you’re ridiculous.”

“yep.” his grin is back, softer now, warmer. he steps back, giving you space. “and you love it.”

you can’t help but laugh, though it’s a little breathless. “i really don’t.”

before you can retort, he pulls you into a hug, arms wrapped around your waist effortlessly, lifting you slightly off the ground. for a second, you’re frozen—your face pressed into his chest, your arms pinned to your sides, and the familiar warmth of him engulfing you. it’s not the usual playful teasing this time; it’s just… him. his hold is secure, and despite the playful edge in his voice, there’s something protective about the way he holds you.

you huff, trying to push away, but he doesn’t let go. “schlatt, put me down—”

“nope,” he cuts you off, his chin resting on top of your head. “you’re not going anywhere, teddy. i’ve got you right where i want you.”

you shift, slightly embarrassed by the closeness but also oddly comforted. “let me go, honey,” you murmur, your voice soft as you drop the act, feeling the vulnerability creep in despite yourself.

he pauses for a moment, then his grip loosens just enough for you to pull back slightly. you tilt your head to look up at him, your cheeks flushing again as his hands remain around you, holding you steady.

“not until you admit it.” his voice is soft, but there’s still that teasing undercurrent. “you’re my teddy bear, and i’m not letting you go.”

you roll your eyes but feel the warmth of his words settle in your chest. “yeah, yeah, whatever,” you mutter, the words losing their edge. “you’re my honey, then.”

he smiles down at you, a real smile this time, the teasing finally fading into something more sincere. “damn right, i am.”

you feel a shift in the air between you two, like the teasing has finally reached a point where it’s not just a game anymore. it’s real, the comfort, the closeness. it makes your chest tighten in an unfamiliar way.

but before you can think too much about it, you push lightly against his chest, stepping back. “alright, alright,” you say, trying to regain some space. “go find yourself a matching shirt then, honey. you’re getting one with teddy bear print, and you’re wearing it.”

he raises an eyebrow, looking down at you with a mix of amusement and fondness. “oh, i’m getting one, huh?”

you nod, smirking. “yup. i’m not letting you off the hook that easy.”

schlatt chuckles, giving you one last look, then turns toward the men’s section. “i’ll pick the best one. you’ll love it, teddy.”

you watch him walk off, your heart still fluttering with a mixture of warmth and something else you’re not quite ready to admit. but for now, you’re just content to watch him go, knowing that no matter what—he’s your honey, and you’re his teddy bear.

[asce-of-hearts]

Geto or Mahito with prompt 🌞 or 🐩? If it has to be only one can it please be 🌞

Adoration

Contents: Yandere!Geto and Yandere!Mahito with prompt 🌞🐩 (separate).

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WARNINGS: YANDERE, SORCERER READER FOR MAHITO, MENTIONS OF MAHITO'S CURSED TECHNIQUE, UNHINGED SUGURU.

Mahito

Mahito was... unsettling. Everything about him made you nervous. Not only because he was this magical, incomprehensive being that you could never strive to understand, because he was your enemy, the one you needed to destroy. But because he also seemed infatuated with you.

It was more often than not that you had a mission that involved him, and that you found deformed beings spelling your name with a human heart at the end. He was weird, and he almost seemed to be in love with you. Doing those things to catch your attention.

Which was bad, because it was on the verge of costing you your job as a sorcerer.

So, you decide to face this problem head on.

"Show yourself, Mahito." You say, trembling. The place he's hiding is this enormous, abandoned fabric. And even if you try and seem brave, think that your cursed technique is enough to face one of the most powerful curses you have ever encountered, you can't help but feel like you should've asked for company.

"___!" His voice echoes, manic, happy to see you. And he comes out of thin air, facing you with that big, enormous smile that at times seems more like a grimace. "Oh, you came to see me. What brings you to my humble abode?" He asks, attempting to touch you. You take a step back with shaky legs.

"I need you to stop." He cocks a brow, still smiling.

"Stop what, ___?"

"Stop saying my name," You start, voice a little more shaky than you would've liked. "And stop... stop doing those things."

"What things?" Playing coy, he knows exactly what you're asking. But he doesn't give up, and he doesn't give in. Much less when he has you exactly where he wants you to be. "My gifts? But those are simply... tokens of my appreciation. Basic courtship, isn't that what you humans adore? Adoration?" He asks, his eyes doe as he tries to seem innocent, and you keep trembling in place.

"I don't want your gifts. I don't want your adoration."

"Then I'll keep doing it. I'll keep killing until you adore me back, until you acknowledge me," He finally pounces over you, grinning. "I'll adore you until you've completely lost your senses"

Geto Suguru

"You can't keep putting others in danger for me, Suguru," You whisper, taking his calloused hand in yours. You have known he has struggled, with his depression, with all of those things that haunt his tired eyes. And as such, he has gained a bark, a bite, this aggression that makes him lash out towards others. "You are loved, Sugu. Tons of others love you, like you. You have friends, you have—"

"But I don't," He answers back, curtly. "I don't like them. I don't love them. I don't want anyone near me..." He isn't even looking at you, but he isn't pushing you away.

"Suguru..." You whisper, pained. Trying to reach past those walls he has built around himself. "But you let me near... and you let Satoru near. Isn't that?"

"That's entirely different," He hisses, finally facing you. His eyes are filled with emotions, a turmoil you can't quite understand or descipher. "I— Satoru is my friend. And you... You are... something else." He takes his hand away, and cups your cheek. You can't help it when you get nervous about it. "I like you, more than I like anyone else. I just... I think I like you a little too much, do you like me too?"

You don't answer him for a moment, a pained expression on your face.

"That's not the point, Sugu..."

"___," He sounds firm this time, serious. "Do you like me too?"

"I do, but that's not—"

"Then don't expect me to not lash out at others," He growls, his gaze intense. "I don't want anyone who isn't you near me, touching me, talking to me. I don't want anyone who isn't you so much as breathing in my same direction. And if they do, I'll kill them."

Your eyes widen.

"What?"

"I'll kill them," He barks once more. "I'll kill them for trying to take whats yours."

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[senseofnewness]

now i need a nsfw alphabet with art!! please love 💟

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

I mean, of course, Art is the best at it. When it comes to taking care of you, he excels. He pulls you close and ensures you're comfortably tucked in. He treats you like royalty, always wanting to make you feel cherished and eager to stay with him. He will ask you if you need a snack, a blanket or an extra pillow. He whispers the sweetest things to you on the pillow, wanting you to know just how loved you are.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

When it comes to your body, he finds himself perpetually torn, unable to decide which part he loves most. One day, he obsesses over one feature, and the next, another captures his fascination. However, he always returns to a fixation on your perfect child-bearing hips, his hands constantly gravitating to them. Even in public, you can be sure his hands are resting on them. 

When you finally get pregnant, your stomach becomes his favorite part of you, his hands always resting on it, protecting it. He also makes you dress with clothes that accentuate it and he can never hide his proud grin when you walk into the room, flaunting yourself just for him.

As for him, he knows his ass drives you wild, your numerous compliments have made him quite confident about it. He takes to wearing tight-fitting clothes just for you and works extra hard at the gym to keep it firm.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

When you first started dating, it took him about a week to bring up contraception. He never pressured you into dropping condoms and getting on the pill, but it was clear that all he wanted was to feel you bare.

Now it's against any of his principles to come anywhere but deep inside you. It would be a waste. Art takes immense pleasure in knowing he has filled you completely with his cum, marking you as his. He wants you to keep it inside you all day, fucking the cum back in sometimes when it starts dripping. He knows how much you love his semen. You beg for it. Nothing excites him more than hearing you moan into his ear that you want him to make you babies.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Art is an underwear thief. Initially, it was a secret act he’d perform before going on tour, a way to carry a piece of you with him. The clothes, still imbued with your scent, became a source of comfort for him. He would nuzzle them and picture his face between your legs. You didn't notice at first, but then one day, he returned from tour and you discovered several pairs of your panties in his luggage. "Do you wear my underwear?" You asked playfully as he entered the room, a pair of panties dangling from your index finger. The idea thrilled you, especially when it caused Art to blush and stutter, rushing to snatch the underwear while profusely apologizing. Later, he explained that he sometimes missed you so much that his mind drove him to do these unhinged things. After that, you made a point of packing his bag with a pair of wet panties you had worn while using your vibrator, a little token of your love to keep him company.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He had a few girlfriends before you, and Patrick filled him in on plenty of wild stories with vivid details, so he's not completely clueless. While he might not be the most experienced guy, he's enthusiastic about learning. He's incredibly attentive to your pleasure, always asking what you enjoy and what feels good, so he does know what he’s doing. He understands your body intimately, perhaps better than anyone else.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He needs to see your face to come, so any position where he's facing you is a must. His favorite is when you ride him while he's sitting, face-to-face, your arms wrapped tightly around his neck and his hands resting on your hips. It's the most intimate position for him, allowing him to watch you, kiss you, and feel your chest pressed against his.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

In that intense moment, he is serious and passionate, completely absorbed in being with you. His focus is solely on you, and he can only express how much you mean to him through his words and actions. He’s not really a goofy type of guy anyway.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Art epitomizes the term ‘hairless’. Not a single hair can be found on his body, as he despises the feeling of it. While you strive to keep your body smooth for him, it's never quite as flawless as Art's impeccably bare skin.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Art always goes to great lengths to demonstrate how much you mean to him and that he can't bear the thought of losing you. Your words, moans, and sighs are all he needs to know that you feel the same way about him. The way he undresses you like you’re a precious gift to unwrap or the way he kisses you so slowly, to the careful attention he pays when pleasuring you, and the loving words he speaks, he craves your love and reassurance. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

When it comes to pleasuring himself, at first, he's quite subtle and quiet about it, preferring to do so in private, especially when you're not around. His masturbation session still revolves entirely around you, as he clutches the panties he took from you, stroking himself while thinking about how he would take you, before gradually losing control and thrusting even faster.

When you first caught him masturbating, you had just started dating. He was sound asleep when you left his side in bed, but when you returned from your shower fifteen minutes later, he was lying on his back, his hand moving frantically under the blanket. When you asked him what he was up to, he replied "Nothing...". However, after much teasing, he admitted he was touching himself. You then asked him to show you, and he eventually did. He looked so attractive with his mouth half open and his hand wrapped tightly around his length. After he came, he apologized for being so naughty, while to you, it was one of the hottest things you had ever seen.It had become one of tradition to catch him in the act, eager to recreate that electrifying experience whenever you could. And he willingly helped achieve your fantasy.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Apart from his evident breeding kink and penchant for stealing underwear, Art finds a thrill in being watched. Even if he feigns annoyance at you catching him masturbating, deep down, he revels in it. He deliberately makes a bit of noise when he starts touching himself, knowing you'll soon join him.

Sometimes, he fantasizes about someone else watching the two of you have sex. He desires everyone to witness how exclusively you belong to him, how he's the sole person who can make you scream that way. He wants people to hate him with envy because they want fuck you but can't have you because you've chosen him. How they would have to watch every expression of pleasure you make only for him.

However, he knows this will probably only ever remain a fantasy, unsure of how to bring the topic with you.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Art isn’t obsessed with the thought of doing it in every possible place. He prefers comfort. Whether it's the bed or the shower, each has its appeal for him. The bed offers convenience, allowing him to focus solely on the pleasure of being with you. On the other hand, the shower appeals to him for its cleanliness and the intimate closeness it provides.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

It doesn’t take much to stir his desire : a lingering touch on his thigh, a lustful gaze into his eyes, and he is ready to go. You never have to ask, he always knows, driven by a desire for you that matches, if not surpasses, your own. He knows he can have you any time, yet, he enjoys imagining you as his reward after a hard-fought tennis match. The thought alone motivates him to work for it extra hard.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything he perceives as potentially dangerous for you turns him off, as the thought of causing you harm deeply disturbs him. He is against anything that avoids body fluids other than his cum or yours, he just enjoys it when things are clean.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He's a master at going down on you. Art cherishes you deeply and is driven to treat you properly, like you deserve to be. Your pleasure is his top priority, and he devotes himself to savoring every moment of your intoxicating taste. Your pussy is the most delicious meal to him. His skilled tongue ensures your satisfaction, always checking in to make sure you're enjoying every sensation. He savors every single inch of your cunt and every single drop of your juices and you always come in no time.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Art enjoys being slow and sensual, taking his time with you as if every time were your first. Often, you’re the one to start thrusting your hips faster, urging him to take you harder. He usually begins with a slow, yet forceful thrust, relishing the sight of your expression transforming with bliss as he pounds into you. Of course, there are moments when his desire is so intense that he can't wait, needing to slide in and take you right then and there, with rushed violent thrusts.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He isn't the biggest fan of quickies, preferring to take his time to show you how deeply he feels for you. However, when your teasing becomes too much or the tension between you builds to an unbearable peak, that's when he shoves you against a wall and slams himself inside you, releasing his frustrations in a completely different way.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He’s willing to try new things if you’re into it and as long as it’s nothing too harmful or degrading to you. If he thinks the thing you’re asking is a bit too extreme, he will need a little more convincing.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He is an athlete so he can last for quite a while, hours actually. But since he enjoys making love, with slow sensual thrusts, declarations of love and cuddling, he probably could only last two rounds because there isn't enough time in a day. His stamina always endures until you are completely spent by the end of it.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

You were the one who introduced toys into your relationship, and while Art finds it exciting and loves watching you enjoy yourself, he can’t help but feel a bit jealous of them sometimes, especially when you use them without him. 

Although he doesn’t use the toys on himself, he does enjoy it when you press your vibrating wand against the head of his cock.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Initially, he wasn’t much into teasing. You were the one always teasing him and he would be a whiny baby in return. But as you spent more time together, he began to see the fun in it. He now loves making you blush with inappropriate words of praise in public.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Though Art is generally quiet in his everyday life, he's the loudest man you've ever had in your bed. Grunts, groans, whines, and whispered words to you, it’s impossible for him to stay silent. When you both find yourselves having sex in an unexpected place and need to be quiet, he does his best to muffle his sounds, releasing strained breaths instead.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He takes great pleasure in marking you with hickeys, proudly declaring to everyone that you belong to him. You often complain to him about the difficulty of covering them up, but he just grins from ear to ear. When the hickeys finally begin to fade, he eagerly sucks on your neck again. Yet, as the marks become insufficient to deter unwanted attention, he decides it's time to make a more permanent commitment. Despite putting a ring on your finger, it doesn't stop other men from hitting on you, leading him to beg you to start a family with him. For him, nothing would proclaim your belonging more than carrying his child.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Art is not excessively large or thick. Instead, he's proportionate to his height. The head of his cock is so pink, it’s fascinating, you love it. His perky nipples actually sport the same color.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

You feel that your sex life with him has become fairly normal. It’s not as passionate as it was in the beginning when you were both still discovering each other and experimenting. You know how to make each other come now. Whenever possible, you make love every night, almost as a routine. Most of the time, it's gentle, sleepy sex before bed. However, there are moments when Art's mood shifts, and he becomes insatiable. After being alone for so long during tours, he finds himself yearning for you more often than not, eager to demonstrate his love and devotion to you. When he’s not in tournaments, he tends to get a higher sex drive because his body’s lack of energy is not withholding him anymore. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Scared of the possibility of losing you or seeing you walk away, he finds himself unable to sleep, staying awake as long as possible just to ensure you're deeply asleep beside him, safely nestled in his arms before he falls asleep himself. Sometimes it’s really hard to keep his eyes open.

[gildedneon]

That Which I Cannot See

That Which I Cannot See - Part 1 - Pure Imagination

Respectfully, you may not use my work, but you are welcome to share it. My work is only intended for those 18 and older as it contains explicit adult themes.

Summary: Basically A Star is Born but make it Sleep Token. A video of you singing Take Me Back to Eden gets attention online and you're invited to sing backup vocals at their next concert. Only, you end up doing a lot more than just that. The first in what will be at least a 3 part series.

Pairing: Vessel x Fem!Reader 

Tags: Hand stuff (for now), mask play, concealed identity play, obscured vision/partial blindfolding, is this a musical now?, shower play with the lights off, monster kink? if you squint?, spiritual cult leader Vessel, dirty talk.

Word Count: 5.4k

A/N: I enjoy candlelit showers while blasting Sleep Token and inspiration struck one day while listening to Take Me Back to Eden. What if? So I wrote it. I have already planned out a part 2 & 3, so fear not, our journey has just begun.

Read on Ao3

Part 2 Part 2.5 (Bonus Scene) Part 3 (coming soon)

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So there I was, doom scrolling Instagram when *ping*

“Sleep_Token: We loved your video” My brows furrow. That can’t actually be their official account. Tapping the notification, I switch to my finsta, where I post anonymous videos of myself singing. I recently shared a clip of an acoustic cover of Take Me Back to Eden that got a decent amount of attention, but I didn’t think it got that much attention. The message thread opens just as another is coming in. 

“Sleep_Token: How would you feel about joining us sometime?” What the hell? 

I click their profile. Blue check mark. Holy shit. Shock has me so caught up I can’t even think of a clever response. Or any response for that matter.

What does ‘joining us' mean? Like for an orgy or going to a show? Because I’m down for both, but I only have tickets for one of those things. At least my brain is still cracking jokes. I stare at my phone and figure out something to say.

“Hi! Thanks! I actually will be at the show this Friday. I can’t wait :)” My heart does a little somersault as I hit send. 

“Sleep_Token: Perfect. Our manager will reach out for details. Bring something black to wear. We’ve got the rest covered!”

What the fuck does that mean? Reaching out for details for what? What is ‘the rest’ and how is it ‘covered’???

*ping*

The DM from the manager comes in. 

On auto-pilot, I go back and forth with the manager. Realization sets in… I’m going to be backstage at the Sleep Token show. I’m going to meet the Espera and sing with them. On stage. At the Sleep Token show. Friday. In less than a week. What the fuck.

Four days… I have four days to perfect my outfit. Immediately, I FaceTime my best friend. She answers on the second ring.

“Callie… you’re never gonna believe this.”

“Alright??… spill bitch”

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My stride lengthens to keep up with the woman leading me through bright lit hallways. The week had flown by in a blur. Now it’s Friday and I’m being led backstage in sweats and a tank. I hadn’t fully wrapped my head around their invitation. But what I really hadn’t wrapped my head around was what had been developing since that night. Once I had gotten off the phone with Callie, I saw I had a DM request from a username I didn’t recognize.

“Hey it’s V” I think my brain had short circuited. It all felt like it came out of nowhere. I guess that’s the thing about change, it doesn’t happen until it just… does. We had started chatting  and it continued throughout the week, getting to know each other a bit, what we enjoy, what we don’t, our favorite colors, and even a bit of flirting. Another strange development in a situation that materialized all too quickly. But it was exciting. It has been a while since I’ve been truly excited about something or …someone. 

I think it helps that we don’t really know each other. Our identities are a secret. It’s sort of like getting to know the contents of a box without getting to know the box, if that makes sense. It’s hard to explain, but I like it. Being myself comes easier this way. There are less distractions.

My guide comes to a stop and knocks on a door. Anticipation grips me as it opens, a woman dressed in black greets us with a smile on her face. 

“Come on in! We’re excited to meet you.” The Espera, or the three female background vocalists, usher me into the dressing room and to a spot in front of the mirror. Their welcoming energy helps quell my buzzing thoughts. We fall into easy conversation as I work on my hair and makeup. The dress I chose is sexy but functional. Thin straps, square neckline dipping in a quick plunge, finished off with a thigh high slit. My hair tumbles around my shoulders and down my back in a lion’s mane of waves. My lips are painted the darkest shade of red, the only real part of my face that will be seen from behind the gold mask that lays on the counter before me.

The Espera give me a crash course in backup vocals. No pressure, just last minute winging it in front of 13,000 people. I still can’t wrap my head around this, even as they help fit the mask to my face. It looks just like theirs, intricate bronze scrollwork curling down my cheeks, leaving only my mouth and jaw exposed. The mesh panels over the eyes allow me to make out shapes and light. So I can see plenty, but it doesn’t feel that way. For me, I might as well be blind. It’s the feeling of being out of control, a vulnerability that leaves me a bit raw and on edge.

A knock raps at the door and my ears grasp at every little sound, attempting to make up for my lack of sight. The women gather as it clicks open. Their blurry forms disappear to the sounds of scuffling shoes. The door closes. My blurred vision watches as a dark figure slowly makes its way across the mirrored space. Fully blind I would know it was him. The magnetism of his presence is threatening to drag me in like the gravity of a blackhole. It’s supermassive…

I hold my breath as he surveys me. It would be a lie to say that I am not intimidated under his gaze. Despite the disguise, the feeling of vulnerability remains.

“This suits you. How does it feel?” He purrs his approval. The tension in my chest eases. 

“Thank you. How does what feel?”

“Your transformation.”

“Transformation? Into what?” My breath hitches, I can see his dark figure looming behind me.

“Your true self.”

“I’m not really sure what you mean by that. As excited as I am, I am also a little nervous.”

“What are you nervous about?”

“I’m not sure if it’s one specific thing. I just don’t know what to expect. I’ve never done this before. I know I’m wearing a mask but it still feels scary to have people actually watching me. This is worlds away from posting anonymous videos online.”

“I can understand. For us, the disguises are about showing the parts of ourselves that do not feel comfortable in our daily lives. Whether that is because we feel they should be hidden or we lack a suitable outlet. So it’s really not a disguise at all, but a revelation. By wearing this mask, I take off the invisible one I wear everyday. I embody the aspects of myself that I wouldn’t otherwise. So ask yourself… What would that feel like for you? Who would you allow yourself to be if you knew you were free from judgement?”

“I think it would feel freeing. But how am I supposed to figure that out tonight?”

“A lot can happen in just one night.”

Unsure of what to say, I sigh and tilt my head. A gentle tap on the side of my mask is his response. I stare straight ahead, looking upon our blurry reflections in the mirror.

“Envision yourself right now. A different version of you, a fantasy. Who could you be? How would you carry yourself? What presence do you bring? Take a minute. Close your eyes if you need. Think of the answer and then feel it. Become it. This is the transformation. It is first in your mind and then, in your being.”

I take a breath, close my eyes, and do as he says. I see the masked version of me, painted with black, a version of me that no one knows. Not even myself. She can be anything. I can be anything. This essence blossoms in my bones, radiating until it anchors itself into my being. Excitement ripples under my skin. I open my eyes.

“How does it feel?”

“It feels… different. I see myself but also… more.”

Vessel tilts his head.

“I saw paint. On my neck and it ran down.” Skimming my hands over my arms to illustrate my point.

“Stand.” I pray my knees don’t give out as I follow his command.. His proximity sends little electric waves skating along my skin.

“You know it’s true what they say. Depriving one sense, heightens the others. Close your eyes.”

I do as he says. Anticipation coursing through me.

“Touch, for example.” 

His hands skate up my arms, over my bare shoulders to my neck. His fingers stroke along my skin, pressing into the muscles and working at the tension. Other parts of me start to crave the same and the weight of arousal settles between my thighs. I exhale a sigh. His fingertips play along my skin, alighting little sparks. Just as I’m being lulled into a daze, he stops. Moving away from me, he leans against the counter, silently staring. The vulnerability isn’t as uncomfortable now. Security has replaced whatever fear I felt before. He reaches for something on the counter.

“May I? I have an idea for you with this paint.” 

“You may.” I tease lightly and I hear the sound of spinning plastic. 

The light of the room is dimmed as he steps closer. Both hands come around my neck and fear takes root in an instant. What am I doing? I’m alone with a man who is dressed like a demon god, his hands are wrapped around my throat, and we are in a room where no one can hear me scream…probably. Oh no…. Should I be worried about how that turned me on?

Instead of squeezing the air from my lungs, he works the paint onto my skin. His fingers splay as he drags his hands down both sides of my neck. His fingernails scrape over my collarbones, stopping just before the neckline of my dress. My eyes fall closed and I can’t help the sigh that escapes or the shudder that runs through my body. Nor can I help imagining what it would feel like to have his hands on my thighs. Leaving a sinful trail of evidence, as he explored more sensual areas of my body. Circling behind me, his hands clasp my arms, leaving one last mark.

“Look at yourself.” His deep voice jarring me from my haze. Even with my obscured vision, I can clearly see the twin trails of black that drag down my neck, stopping just before my breasts and the stark handprints on my upper arms.

“It looks like I’ve been marked by a monster.” I say, amusement clear in my tone. 

Silence. A brief moment of tension, then his hand wraps around my throat. He leans closer to me.

“Are you calling me a monster?” His teasing is mixed with tones of darkness. I shudder at the thrill. 

“No. Monsters are scary and I’m not scared of you” …Yet 

“Do you want to be scared of me?” His voice is low in my ear.

“Maybe a little” Maybe more than a little.

I see his head tilt in the mirror. I can’t see his eyes but I feel them flaying me alive, gleaning every dark desire snaking through my body. He releases me, putting a bit more distance between us. 

“As much as I would love to explore that, it’s about time we get ready to go on. You’ll be brilliant. If you get nervous just remember my touch and how it’s plain for everyone to see.” I could feel him wink at me as he said that. It wasn’t the worst suggestion. That would certainly distract my thoughts from wandering into anxiety, but it would distract me in other ways. Blushing, I step through the door he holds for me, and follow him down the hall.

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Like a cutscene in a movie, suddenly I’m on stage and the show is taking off. The lights and sounds are overwhelming. I allow myself a few minutes to adjust. Slowly, I begin to pick up the swaying movements from the Espera. Taking cues from their hazy shapes. Then, I allow my voice to softly join theirs. The flashing mass of screaming fans mere feet away is difficult to tune out, but I let them blur into shapes through my mask and my voice rises to the music. With each song they play, my confidence grows, and I feel that vision of myself, from the dressing room, coming to life.

Well, I know what you want from me

You want someone to be your reflection, your bitter deception

Setting you free, so you take what you want and leave

Excitement strikes like lightning. Of course I knew this song was coming, but being a part of it? Dancing while every instrument reverberates through my body?  

Won’t you come and dance in the dark with me?

Tapping into that sensual side of me, I allow it to take form, my hips swaying to the rhythm. I trail my fingertips over my body, and pleasure ripples behind my touch. Hearing whispers of my voice wafting through the background is unreal.

Lipstick, chemtrails, red flags, pink nails

I once made a comment to Callie about how I fantasize about being in an orgy while this song plays because it never fails to turn me on. The way the beat builds and morphs, the lyrics on top of that, it feels like seduction. My voice vibrates through my being, sparking a dark desire that flares with the melody. My eyes fall shut as I remember our time together in the dressing room. I feel his phantom touch along my skin and surrender myself to the sensations.

You make me wish I could disappear

The music dies down, somber notes begin to rise. Recognition flutters in my heart. This is the song that first drew my attention to him… and his attention to me. My eyes snap open on instinct, despite my obstructed view, I see a dark figure approach me, blocking out the crowd. My heart begins to race. I tilt my masked face up at his towering form. He grabs my hand and leads me from behind my place in the background. There we are, front and center. I have no idea what he is doing or what he expects of me. My blood roars through my ears, beating against the tense curiosity of the all too quiet crowd. Curious cheers ring out, but my focus is drawn to him.

I dream in phosphorescence 

Bleed through spaces

My nails scrape restlessly against the fabric of my dress. I have no idea what he wants from me. We never talked about this. Am I just supposed to stand here? Am I supposed to sing a specific part or harmony? My thoughts race as panic begins to sink its claws into me. 

His finger curls under my chin. The gentle weight of him pulls me from the quicksand of my mind. 

I’m transfixed as he sings to me.

My, my those eyes like fire I’m a winged insect you’re a funeral pyre. 

A calm intensity settles in as I focus on the figure before me. Like a siren song his entire being draws me in until there is no one else. No crowd. Not even the band. Just him and me.

The music begins to build. I feel it in my chest. His hand lightly strokes my chin in invitation. The energy builds in my stomach and moves up my throat. God, it feels like it’s going to burst out of me. So I close my eyes and let it.

I will travel far beyond the path of reason. Take me back to Eden. Take me back to Eden

Our melody turns into harmonious wails. 

Take me back to Edeeeennn

My eyes open to a flash of white teeth as he grins down at me, the music continuing its heavy intensity. That grin against his mask and paint, looks every bit like the monster I mentioned. The music drops into a quiet tempo and he steps closer, leaning in as his hood brushes my cheek. 

“Stay.” He commands, before sauntering off, just as three chords are played. 

Well yeah I spit blood when I wake up

He crouches towards the swarming crowd as he recites the lines. Waving hands and screaming smiles line the front of the crowd. As I watch him move across the stage, I remember his painted marks on my skin. My cheeks burn as he approaches me again.

I need you to see me for what I have become

Long fingers wrap around mine, bringing my hand to grasp the microphone, joining him for the chorus. 

My, my those eyes like fire 

My voice is a sweet backdrop contrasting his, as we sing together until the beat drops off. The hand folded atop mine loosens, his arm falling slack and I let go of the mic. His free hand sneaks through my hair, cradling my head in his hand. The sounds of birds chirping flit around the notes of the piano. This intimate moment sets me ablaze as I remember there are thousands of people watching. Jealousy licks at my sides from the scrutiny of their gaze. I pay them no mind. 

His hands fall from my hair, as he lifts the mic, but sings to me.

I guess it goes to show does it not 

That we’ve no idea what we’ve got until we lose it

His words resonate through my chest. Understanding the opportunity tonight presents, I want to make the most of this night, of this connection, and just enjoy whatever is to come.

No amount of self-sought fury will bring back the glory of innocence

Sound pours from me as I join him singing once again. The music sweeps me along and I ascend with it.

We were tangled up like branches in a flood

What happens next takes me by surprise. Vessel loops an arm around my waist, drawing me in until my dress brushes against his belt. He screams the ending lines with such intensity I feel as if I’m being hit by a hurricane. I can barely make out what he’s saying. My heart seizes with another little thrill of fear. All I see is the fierce glint of teeth through the contortions of his mouth as the music fades out. 

Piano keys begin to play, as he leads me back to my place among the Espera. This is the last song of the show, Euclid. What a beautiful note to end on. I channel all the joy in my little heart into singing this final song. I know maybe the lyrics aren’t the happiest but I can’t help but feel light while singing it. Our voices fade out, as he brings things to a close.

The whites of your eyes, turn black in the lowlight

So give me the night, the night, the night…

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We stopped by the dressing room long enough for me to grab my belongings and then he was leading me through more hallways. He holds a door open for me and I step into a gaudy locker room. Leading the way, I follow him through the space and into a long room. The harsh fluorescence glares off of the white tile lining the walls. On the left, is a mirrored wall of sinks and who knows what else. On the right, benches border each door frame, opening into showers. 

We walk a few stalls down, I hang my tote and arrange my clothes on the bench as he wanders away. Pulling out a hair tie, I twist my hair up into a messy bun. Butterflies twist through my belly as he returns to my side, hanging a towel on my hook. We’ve shared this entire night, this entire week, without seeing each other’s face, perhaps we’ve seen a deeper truth. Either way, I’m not ready for it to end.

Inspiration strikes and I stride back to the main door and begin to flick the lights off one by one until all that is left is the glow of the adjoining locker room. His masked face tilts as his attention focuses on me. Grabbing the door handle, I pull it closed behind me until only a necessary sliver of light shines through. Giving my eyes a second to adjust, I carefully make my way back to my bench. I feel another thrill of excitement at the atmosphere. The near pitch black, the silence all around us, almost like something you’d see in a scary movie. I hear clothes rustling from the bench he is at. I’m still working on undoing the straps of my heels when I hear the harsh splash of water against tile. Once all of my outfit has made it into my tote, I take cautious steps into the awaiting shower.

“I wanted to keep the mystery going but maybe it’s a bit too dark.” So dark, that I can barely make out the other person in my proximity. My hands feel along the cool tiles for support.

“Give it a minute. Your eyes will adjust.” He’s calm. Still. Giving me space to acclimate. No longer clutching at the wall, I can make out the shape of him easier. Barely, I see the steam from the water and pumps of soap attached to the wall.

“Will they adjust enough to be able to tell the difference between which is the soap and which is the conditioner?” I tease.

“Hmm might have to go with good ole trial and error on that” Our laughter echoes against the walls. 

Stepping closer, I let my gaze wander. The lines of his muscles catch what little light there is. My breath hitches, the difference in our height is exaggerated now that I am barefoot. The way he looms over me keeps his face masked in shadow. Again, the thrill of being alone with this strange, dark god shivers through me, bringing my awareness back to the arousal that has been burning all night.

“Well I will gladly volunteer as the test subject.” 

“And I will gladly accept. I didn’t want to assume…”

“I would actually prefer if you do assume.” I step closer to him. Even in the pitch black I can see his head tilt down at me.

“Did you enjoy yourself tonight?”

“I did.  I’ve never experienced anything like it.” I say almost reverently.

“Shall we keep the experience going then?” A shiver runs through my body

“Yes.” I breathe..

“Sing for me?” My brows jump up. Posting videos of me singing alone in my house and singing background vocals could not prepare me for this.

“What do you want me to sing?”

“Anything” My mind goes blank all for one song. I take a deep breath to still my nerves. 

Come with me, and you’ll be, in a world of pure imagination

Tentatively, I recite the words.

Take a look and you’ll see

Into your imagination

There is no life I know

To compare with pure imagination

His voice joins mine. 

Living there, you’ll be free

I stop, allowing him to finish the verse

If you truly wish to be

Courage is easier found in the dark I realize, when my hands begin to trail along his chest and I continue singing.

If you want to view paradise, simply look around and view it

Anything you want to, do it

My long nails gently scrape across his abs as his fingers trace the black paint along my chest.

“What a mess I’ve made.” The timbre of his voice sends desire rushing through me. Reaching back, he grabs something from one of the dispensers and lathers his hands. The creamy substance spreads down my shoulders as he begins to work out the tension in my muscles. His hands began to slip down to above my breasts. Working in slow circles. The combination of excitement and desire keeps my mind sharp despite the haze of lust. His thumbs swipe across my skin with a delicious pressure. Grasping the tops of my arms, he leans towards me and my lips hum in anticipation. His mouth grazes past my cheek. 

“I think… this is conditioner” He murmurs in my ear. I can’t help the surprised giggle that escapes me. I can feel his amusement even as he turns from me. The muted clicks of the dispenser can be heard over the shower stream. When he faces me again, the energy shifts. A thrill runs through me as he grabs the back of my neck with one hand.

“May I?” He echoes the familiar words he spoke earlier in the night.

“You may.” I breathe and his lathered hand begins running down my neck, as his other creeps up into my hair. My head tilts back. The glow from the distant light flashes off his sharp grin. His hand moves lower down my chest, as he works at the paint there. I’m not sure which is more arousing. Him painting me or washing it off. My nipples harden and a dull throb settles between my thighs just as his large hand sweeps over my breast. His fingers capture my nipple, flexing and rolling against my soft skin. I exhale shakily as he moves on to the other, giving it the same treatment. Grabbing my hips, he pulls me into the water, washing away his claim, his touch laying stake to a new one. Then he flips me around, I catch myself on the cool tile wall. As he steps closer, I can feel him pressed against me. 

“I very much enjoyed having my mark on you, clear for everyone to see.” His voice is low against my ear, as his lips drag over my neck, gently nipping at my skin. The hand on my right hip slides down my thigh. My legs tense in anticipation. His fingers begin swiping in teasing strokes, closer and closer to where I burn for his touch. 

“Tell me, what has you so wet for me?” I let out a whimper as his fingertips slide through the evidence of his claim. 

“Was it on stage? When I whispered in your ear?” Stay. I shook my head. That definitely turned me on but it wasn’t where it started. The memory of us in the dressing room, with his hands around my neck flickers through my mind. Just that quick thought stokes the already well fanned flames of arousal.

“Before the show in the dressing room” I say and receive a hum of approval. I’m rewarded as his finger dips inside me ever so slightly. His strokes are shallow, only increasing my need for him.

“What about it?” His fingers slow, urging me to respond. It’s hard to think through the fog of my desire.

“When you painted my neck.” Relief washes over me as he picks up his still too slow pace. His left hand moves from my hip, trailing over my fluttering stomach, paying brief attention to my breast, before sliding around my throat. My thighs clench around his hand before I can help myself, my body vibrating with anticipation.

“Ah so this is what you like?” His grip tightens as he speaks and my hips rock back desperate for more than this teasing. All I accomplish is grinding my ass against his cock. He inhales sharply but presses himself fully against me. 

“So eager.” He laughs. “Is this what you’ve wanted?” His fingers still move at a languid pace, but curl deeper inside me.

“Yes” I nod enthusiastically.

“But it’s not enough is it?” I shake my head. Because despite the pleasure I felt, the need was greater. The need to feel more of him, to have more of him. He obliges, sliding in a second finger. I cry out, my cheeks heat from embarrassment at the echo. I press my lips together, stifling my moans. His fingers still. He leans forward, his chest against my back, pressing me into the wall.

“Don’t stop singing for me now” He purrs and the rumble in his chest vibrates through my own.

“It’s just you and me. There’s no one else.”

I exhale heavily as my mouth parts. Right away, he rewards me with deliberate strokes of his fingers. The hand around my neck lazily works at the muscles there and waves of ecstasy shoot through me. My nails catch on the grout between the tiles as pleasure begins to coil tight in my muscles. I’m lost in the way my moans reverberate around us as his thumb carefully starts working my clit. It’s consuming. The stretch of his fingers, dragging over every sensitive spot inside me, playing my body like an instrument. His hips roll against my backside, grinding against me. I can feel the hard length of him, thick and hot against me. I begin to crave more and the thought alone of feeling all of him inside me brings me towards the peak. 

“Someday I will have all of you and you will have all of me. Until then I will have the memory of how wet and tight you are around my fingers. Wishing you were wrapped around my cock instead.” My hips rocked, practically riding his hand as the pleasure ramping up inside me spun so tight I felt it would snap at any moment. “Every time I look at my hand I want to remember how it felt to have you come on my fingers.” A ragged cry left my throat as his words pushed me over the edge. The tension inside me broke. Shattered shards of pleasure sliced through me as my body shook. His hand slipped out of me and I felt him work himself against my ass. Tremors skittered through me as I began to come down from my high. The cooling fire in my core alighting anew at the knowledge that he would soon follow. The hand around my neck had slid to brace himself against the wall.

“I want to feel you claim me again.” Shortly after those words left my mouth, I heard him groan. He shuddered against me as I felt hot spurts of him against my hip and back. His cheek came to rest against the top of my head. We stayed pressed against the wall as our breathing and heart rates slowed.

“Well I’m afraid I’ve made a bigger mess than when we started.” My body vibrates against his as I laugh. He pulls me back to the water and gets to work cleaning me off.

“Ves. Thank you, for tonight.” The nickname felt a bit strange on my tongue but appropriate given the standing of our relationship now.

“The pleasure was mine. Thank you for joining us and thank you for indulging me.” 

“Of course. I wouldn’t miss a once in a lifetime opportunity.”

“I’m flattered… We will see each other again, you know.” Now it’s my turn to tilt my head at his words.

“Will we?” The possibility hadn’t even crossed my mind. Everything happened so fast.

“If you would like… There is still so much left to explore.” Even in my sated state, the purr of his words spark arousal. 

“Oh I think I would like that very much.” Tension crackles between us. God if I don’t get out of here I’m going to be in over my head. Exhaustion was starting to creep into my bones. 

“I think it’s past my bedtime.” I say with a yawn. That gets a little laugh out of him.

“Well you run along home before I’m inclined to drag you back into this cave and never let you go.” Again, he’s teasing, but the edge in his voice promises something darker. “Or someone comes looking for us and turns all those awful lights on.” His hands grip my shoulders as he leans down and plants a kiss on the top of my head. “We wouldn’t want to ruin the mystery.”

“We sure wouldn’t” Reluctantly, I walk away. I dry off the lingering evidence of what just occurred between us, slip into my clothes, and return to the harsh light of reality.

[bubbles0bop]

Yuta Okkotsu Relationship Headcanons

My craving for content has led me to this

Under the cut^

Contains: Fluff!, a little bit of suggestive content, Jealousy, implied f!reader, pretty much all fluffy tho

this goes without saying but he's a cuddler- he's not the type to feel emasculated if he was the little spoon or to have you basically cradling him into your chest

you can't tell when you first get into a relationship, but he is the jealous type. he's honestly embarrassed about it so he tries to hide it at first but as you both become more comfortable, he starts to show his attachment more. Any time he catches a guy in your DMs he'll bashfully throw a couple of questions about this mystery guy before requesting you block him.

he will be very clingy for the rest of the day

he is a gift giver and he pays such close attention to the things you like online and suddenly, at the next chance he gets, they'll show up on your nightstand

he'll even do this as he's away on missions, sending you little notes, chocolates, and tokens of his affection so you know you're loved from afar 🩷

dates would be a little bit rare only because he would prefer to sit at home and do domestic activities like baking, cuddling, watching a movie, CUDDLING--

when he does take you out of dates it's usually very caring and a little bit elaborate, like taking you to the museum that you mentioned 6 months ago, or renting out a diner to yourselves (ugh i just love him- )

he's constantly attentive to you, which i think is one of his love languages. He will bring up things that even you forgot you said, "oh baby, here- i bought you this heating pad since you mentioned that your back sometimes hurts after school/work." 😭

don't even get me started about how he would treat you in your period he would feel so bad

when he'll come back from long missions, it usually means that he hasn't slept in days. he'll come to you with a nice warm hug before collapsing on the bed hoping you can cuddle him to a well needed sleep 🫶

he does like to have his personal attention, which means a lot of the time when you go out he'll either ask to go with you or hit you with the "but why can't you stay here and cuddle? 🥺"

god he's adorable. he doesn't mean to keep you away from your friends but he'll just miss you so much

I also get the vibe that he can cook so if you do decide to spend the night in, it'll consist of him treating you to your favorite meal. he'll have his sleeves rolled up while he hovers over the stove, you watching adoringly from the kitchen counter

maybe he'll even finish it off with a sweet treat 🫶

It mentions on the anime that he does have a preference for larger chests but i imagine that, like yuuji, that doesn't really affect his attraction to anyone

also i'm ngl i do kind of imagine him as kind of a closet perv, super touchy, but in a loving way

Note- let me know if you want more headcanons or if you would like other characters!

[serotonin-up]

Provider gave me weird vibes right from the start with the line “garner you in silk like a spider.” The word choice seemed so odd to me. “Garner” means to collect, gather, stash, hoard. Spiders use their silk to trap and store their prey. “I want to be your provider” and “garner you in silk like a spider” are opposing statements that just don’t really make sense together at first listen.

And then a bit later in that same verse, we get “[I want to be] your outer shell, your secret insider…your guiding hand, your final decider.” And that sent up all sorts of red flags for me.

Your outer shell: something that keeps you protected, or something that keeps you separated from the rest of the world? Your secret insider: someone you can trust to tell you the truth, or someone you trust so much you’ll believe whatever lies they feed you?

Guiding hand and final decider: someone who will guide your thoughts, influence your decisions, and make sure your choices align with what they think is best for you.

So to me, this entire first verse just screams, “I want to control and use you under the guise of taking care of you.” And then the rest of the song is basically, “Hey, I know we had a thing in the past and it didn’t work out so great, but look how much I want you and how much power you have over me. You’re the only person worthy of my attention, and we both know you still want me. So just tell me you’re mine and I will give you everything you wanted from me before. You can trust me. It’ll be different this time.”

In my opinion, this song is written from the POV of a narcissist trying to manipulate their ex into coming back to them. In the context of Sleep Token’s lore, I think this could be Sleep trying to regain its control over Vessel, to get him to return and submit to it once more (maybe because it fears the power Vessel will gain when he reaches Arcadia, and the retribution that might follow?).

And that ties in very nicely with Even In Arcadia, when Vessel—the final dawn, the flood, the sharpened blade—swings wide the gates of Arcadia and roars,

“Have you been waiting long for me?”

[othervee]

Finale thoughts!

Interesting to find out that Hillerska has had multiple warnings over several years and still didn't pull their heads in. Clearly they thought they were invincible.

Vincent and Nils stepping up to the plate when they see August's genuine distress, the way Vincent is stroking his arm. There's real friendship and love to be found, but you only see it when you're honest. Similarly, their reactions when they find out that August is backup. August receiving the posioned chalice. What else can he do now, though? He's lost Arnas, or at least part of it. He has to do the military service; he's in the position Wille has been in.

Haha, the housemaster having a drink with the boys. What else is he going to do?

Loved the scene with Felice dragging Wille to the party. Her facial expressions, she's so cute. Wille negotiating with Malin shows a level of maturity, but the male bodyguard is SO not impressed as he follows them to the palace, LOL.

LOVE that Simon brought Rosh and Ayub to the white party. And Ayub reassuring Rosh, after Stella shows herself for who she is. She's chosen the Hillerska way, all the way.

The scene between Wille and August in the clubroom. He didn't know it, but that was the closure he needed. THat they both needed. They've made peace, they can even develop a familial relationship again into the future, but right now this is as close to peace as they can have at this stage.

Nils, you giant dork. And also... They're shocked he didn't say anything earlier,  but would things have been different if he had?

No Royal house, no Prince, no socialist, no drama. No before. No later. Only now. As the previous song said, back to basics. Back to the pure connection they have with each other.

The lake scene. So beautiful.

Simon's Song! Did Felice initiate that, do we think? A few of the choir were smiling at Simon. Nice to see they all (or most of them) wanted that and not the musty old version.

Oh, Kristina, that really is too little too late, but I'm glad you came through in the end.

The little token the Queen and Duke put around August's neck is a frog prince. The symbolism would be a sledgehammer if the direction or script drew attention to that, but they don't.

In the car, Wille beginning to feel the panic attack happening, the constriction of the collar around his neck, and realising what that means. This is an unhealthy system and if he stays in it, this will be his life. The constriction, the desperation, literally struggling to breathe. Echoing Simon's words to him, "I've seen how it makes you feel". Being calm because he's no longer coming from a place of despair, a place where he has no control. And Kristina knows it. It was important for Wille to tell his parents he loves them. He's coming to terms and making peace with everyone.

That closing scene, oh my god. The montage was cheesy as fuck and I am here for it. The dialogue and the execution were not cheesy. They established the important things. Wille is doing this for his sake, not for Simon's. For the first time in his life he is making an informed, calm, active choice.

Simon's FACE. OMG. The shock, barely daring to believe it, but knowing when Wille says 'For my own sake' that this is it. It's real. And then! The tears, the gasping, the incredulous joy! Omar is a natural who stepped it up even more this season, and I do hope he continues to take on acting roles because he is amazing.

Wille's FACE. The joy but more importantly the PEACE.  His entire being, his posture, his aura changes and he radiates rightness. Edvin is incredible.

Also? They both look so, SO beautiful in this episode. This closing sequence, but really the entire episode.

Heading off into the sun, in white, whooping and cheering, Felice with her legs up on the dashboard, free.

And now I want LOADS of future fic about The Adventures of Wille, Simon, Sara och Felice. Tack, Lisa, for leaving it so open for us to do that!