#Big Wave Development

[krussyarts]

H- hi guys *drops my first crumb of the shockblurr yuri au and runs* (yap in tags)

[technikki]

YOUR ART IS SOOO SWEET AND YUMMY ive been sucked in by your raydon propaganda i need to hear more

OOOOOHG THANK YOU HELL YEAH !!!! JUMPING AROUND SO MUCH

and i am soooooo normal about raydon you have no idea<3 i've been meaning to make a more in-depth analysis on their dynamic and why i like them as a ship for someone else who asked but i haven't had the chance to organize all my thoughts yet </3

tbh the biggest thing is i just really like their development through the series because like. don is shown to really admire ray and obviously pre-escape ray is experiencing the horrors and is actively pushing everyone besides emma and norman away and i really like seeing them grow closer after ray is finally allowed to begin healing it's very sweet to me <3

their dynamic is just really good in general and i think it is very underappreciated. and in the context of romance specifically i like the idea of them finally being allowed to get to know each other and seeing don's admiration turn into genuine love while ray tries to process his feelings (and probably has a few crises over it<3) and i think don being such an openly affectionate and caring person would definitely help ray as he learns to handle recieving affection and giving it as well. also it's really sweet seeing how emotional ray makes don at several points in canon and i like thinking about him just being so overjoyed whenever ray shows him any sort of affection (and ray noticing this and making a mental note to do it more often <3)

tldr theyre both very sensitive people in different ways and their development is very sweet and the would be so good to each other and they are cute. also they are funny as fuck

[quincyhorst]

March 3/16. ⛱️🦘

Happy day to one of my earliest and most beloved pairings of BW, BruShine/MarBeach <3

This is technically meant to be just a headcanon of them, but it ended up quite long. Either way, it is one of my favorites. Though I'll admit that I'm not sure if it's 100% going into my setting or just remained as a concept, I've never settled on that... Still a cute scenario either way. Love childhood encounter ships.

I might not focus with BW nor BruShine as intense as I did back on 2022, but these two still got my heart. I hope you can enjoy this story.

Although both Bruce and Shine both had separate lives, one living on Western Australia and the other in Queensland, truth is that at some point in the past, they had already crossed paths. Way before they got to play on the same time. It happened while they both were around 3 or 4 years old, in an era where the storm hadn't come yet for neither. So for now, things had been quite happy. Shine for example, despite being overlooked by his parents, he always found a spot of comfort on his own grandmother, who'd take him to the coast almost every weekend.

However, the beaches that Shine would attend had its fair share of flaws. Soon trash started to accumulate, people would be impolite, loud sounds would play everywhere, and overall, no matter how beautiful the view was, the sorrounding city gray felt overwhelming for both child and woman. So as a way to give him a change of pace, his grandmother Sun took him one day to an entirely different place: Lucky Bay Beach, located within Western Australia. It wasn't easy to plan out said trip at first; but a business trip of the Beach family became the perfect excuse to take Shine away as his parents meddled in dumb economical stuff.

Grandma Sun had once visited Lucky Bay a long time ago, sometimes to the point she herself questioned if what she had seen was real on the first place. And even after coming back decades later, the views of such white sand with a sky blue sea still felt something out of a dream. Little Shine also felt the same way too, which led him to step on and want to play with his sorroundings, just to prove himself the reality of such scenery.

But after enough toying with sand and splashing the sea waves, soon some external noises interrupted the peace of the two. At the distance, they saw a peculiar scenario: Following along the jumping beach kangaroos, there was another boy around Shine's age. Not paying mind to it at first, soon Sun was surprised with her grandson wanting to imitate said boy; to the point he also went jumping towards him. Although in such a clumsy way, almost the two children crashing with each other.

The fluffy animals were startled off by this encounter, and quite fearful, they fled towards the bushes; as the blonde boy observed in shock. Feeling cornered upon two strangers, he was almost at the verge of tears. When grandma Sun finally catched upon with her grandson and saw the crying stranger, she tried to comfort him, but it seemed futile. Things could have gotten worse, but...

"Do you like kangaroos?"

To Sun's surprise, Shine had decided to break the ice. Still distrustful at first, the other boy still replied by nodding up and down.

"Me too." Beach continued "I'm sorry for scaring them."

Well, at least sincerity had worked, given the blondie had halted his cries and now was standing up. Nonetheless, he was still feeling let down over losing his friends, so Shine took it as a chance to continue talking. At some point he looked over to grandma, usually her main helper in communicating, but she preferred for her grandson to go his own way this time around.

"...I liked how you were jumping! You looked just like one of them."

...Oddly enough, being compared to a kangaroo of all things was something that did lighten up the stranger, taking it as a compliment.

"You think so...?" Were the first words he muttered upon a smiling Shine.

"Yes! I want to see it again. Could you show me...?"

Now feeling better, the blonde boy nodded once again, and soon he became Shine's teacher on kangaroo jumping. Both boys bonded quickly as they jumped together, and soon tried to follow another batch of marsupials nearby. It didn't last for long, as their laughs accidentally scared the kangaroos away; but at least the blondie didn't cry this time around. Soon their playtime stopped being only jumping, and now the two were playing in the ocean waves, splashing each other. And once both were tired enough, they chilled together on the sand.

Right before Shine could ask for his new friend's name however, separation came upon them. By just hearing the far away call of his father and grandparents, "Bruce! Bruuuuce!", the blondie reacted on the spot and was ready to run towards his comfort zone. Rushing each other's goodbyes, Shine tried to share his name at the last second; but even to this day he never knew if the blondie had actually heard him.

Life kept going for both. After the encounter Bruce had gotten more interested on talking to others; leading to him later on finding his actual best friend back in Esperance. Shine had also tried to talk with others too, but unlike Bruce, soon those around him started to treat him different because of his tiny height. As a result, he became more solitary and preferred to reject conversations.

When Big Waves was formed, Bruce was soon to recognize the same boy he had talked back then, barely changed except for few centimeters of height. To be sincere I don't remember developing much the idea in this specific point; but I could see each other at some point addressing the elephant on the room. Well, if Shine's willing to talk, that is. But if things go well enough, maybe this could be a cute explanation how he learnt Kangaroo Kick too. (Idk if Holly used it on the anime, it is Bruce's creation to me)

At least one thing is sure, and it doesn't matter if it's on the FFI or later on; whenever Bruce or Shine see each other, it makes both reminisce of simpler, yet happier times. Though nostalgia can be toxic at times, and it did prove when the two met once again. Now as adults, both unhappy with their lives, having said reminder nearby didn't help at all.

Fortunately this idealization of the past didn't last forever, and after managing to accept both their current situations (with ways to improve within them); the two were ready to start a new step of their lives. They'll keep making new, happier memories as life continues its course. 🥺💙🧡

[whollyjoly]

watching mash s11ep4 the joker is wild for the first time and...boy howdy do i have thoughts on bj's trapper complex

[phillipxasleep]

tag drop. 

𝟎𝟏.    about               ﹂         Building up like waves. 𝟎𝟐.    visual            ﹂    Who's the cute guy with wide blue eyes and the big bad mmm. 𝟎𝟑.    development               ﹂     I'm falling back into the hedge maze. 𝟎𝟒.    threads               ﹂         I keep recalling things we never did. 𝟎𝟓.    extras               ﹂         I hadn't heard it in a while.

[fxrheisenn]

Andrus Laansalu talked about making Disco Elysium at EKA (Estonian Academy of Arts)

"Initially, the church wasn't a focal point. There were certain characters that needed to visit this location, and I asked, "Seriously, what do we have in our church?" The others replied, "Nothing at all. Our church is completely bare—just a wheel, really. It's quite basic."

That's when I decided to unleash my creativity in the design. For example, they chose to install a glass structure at the top of the church to create a reflective surface. It was like placing an optical clock up there. Therefore, one of the most crucial aspects of designing the church was ensuring the lighting was just right to create the desired atmosphere."

"Let me show you an example of Baroque architecture, which is rich in detail. We're also designing the interior of the church based on large cathedrals. However, the foundation you use might not yield the expected results, because the church itself doesn't require such intricate details. Sometimes, it's about simplifying the design."

"I used Articy for the initial scriptwriting of Disco Elysium. The image only represents a tiny fraction of the text and choice variables involved. This system was also the reason I eventually abandoned the project after a year of outlining the script and shifted my focus to becoming a sound designer. My mind struggled to keep up with the dynamic graphic rules, but fortunately, a more talented writer took over afterward."

"In terms of sound design, it's essential to develop different layers to bring out the charm of the church as a cohesive space. Although this represents only a small portion of the overall design, each layer actually requires a significant amount of time to compose the whole....... Whenever there's a shift or a change due to the dialogue itself, you need to adjust the background sounds. Each time you modify the details in the dialogue, I have to refine the background audio, ensuring that these elements build upon each other like an intricate layer of work."

"It's funny how many scenes involve characters getting smacked in the face. My job was to recreate those, so I locked myself in the bathroom with a recorder and hit my forehead until it turned red.

As a sound designer, I really dig those unsettling, drill-like sounds. So, I mixed in creepy lectures, metal scraping, moans, and cries of pain—because I just love that stuff! (laughs)

Players will be moving through all kinds of areas, so it's super important to make the sound transitions feel natural, trying to create a more immersive vibe in certain spaces.

With all the scenes featuring big cranes, you can hear them from far away, and I wanted to capture that eerie ringing in your ears. That's going to be a thing throughout most of the game. I've found ways to really mess with players while they're playing!"

"I've come across a lot of old objects (like phones and radios) that I needed to perfectly replicate the sounds. I started to become a bit of a hoarder, buying up different models of old phones whenever I found one to add to my collection. The sound effects I can simulate from them are really impressive."

"Some of the devices don't actually exist in real life—just a mix of architecture and tech. When I need to create sound effects, I first look for something similar that exists in our world, then I try to simulate what the sound and appearance of that thing might have been like a century ago.

Towards the end of the game, there's a character carrying a fuel canister. We needed the sound of the canister, so we dug one up from our garage—it had been sitting there since it was five! I realized this would make the sound perfect. So, it had been there for 50 years, and after 40 years, it finally found its purpose.

In some places, I needed unique sound waves, and recreating them was a real headache until one day I happened to walk by a swimming pool and stumbled upon an old wartime torpedo. You can rotate the torpedo's probe, and it slowly rises up, like a proud zombie head. The sounds it made were exactly what I needed!"

🙋How did you manage to get funding?

"Well, since we're in Estonia, you just need to know a wealthy person. You don't need five people—just two who can network, hang out together, and convince them to keep investing! (laughs) Back then, we constantly ran out of money and would tell them, 'Oops, looks like we spent it all! Can you invest a bit more?' That's how we made it through!"

🙋How did you all come together to make the game?

"Luck. It usually doesn't happen this way, and that's the key difference. It has to be. If not, you couldn't create a game of this scale - well, I mean in terms of budget. But creatively, Estonia definitely has writers and artists who can pull it off. With such a small population, there are a lot of quirky folks who are good friends. We were really lucky, though - lots of fortunate circumstances came together. It brought the right people together, allowing those talented fools to collaborate with us. They had experience but hadn't tackled projects of this magnitude before. So yeah, luck is pretty important!"

Lecture experience shared by 白兔YIYANG SUN on 小红书, reposted & translated by me with her permission.

[feminist-space]

Cat in the Hat:

"The German Health Minister gave an important update on the Covid situation yesterday.

I’ve written up the section of his speech from the video below for easy reading.

It’s immensely refreshing to see a government minister warning of the harms of Covid in such a transparent way."

https://x.com/_catinthehat/status/1732092683508678954

Prof. Karl Lauterbach

Health Minister, Germany

4 December 2023

"This second (long Covid) round table was very interesting, lasting three and a half hours. It serves as a unique forum for dialogue among scientists, researchers and those affected by long Covid, facilitating the exchange of ideas.

There are many new findings about long Covid. Not all of them are good news. One piece of not-so-good news concerns the fact that long Covid is actually still a problem for those who are newly infected. One estimate that has been put forward is that the risk of contracting long Covid now, even after vaccination, is around 3%. Now you may say, "that's not such a big risk" , but there are tens of thousands of people who are repeatedly affected in a short period of time. And so, the long Covid problem has not yet been solved.

We have also established that there really are many subgroups of long Covid and that we do not yet have a cure. And it was clearly pointed out that we are also dealing with problems here that will challenge society as a whole, because vascular diseases often occur after long Covid. Throughout Europe, we are currently seeing an increased incidence of cardiovascular disease in the middle-age group - from 25 to 50. This is associated with the consequences of Covid infections.

We also very often find cognitive impairment in older people. And one participant pointed out that it may well be like the Spanish flu, where 20 years after the Spanish flu there was a significant increase in Parkinson's disease and probably also dementia.

This is something we must pay attention to, as the past infection afiects how the immune system in the brain functions, as well as the brain's blood vessels, potentially increasing the long-term risk of these major neurodegenerative diseases. This is why we need to conduct very intensive research. This research has played a major role.

What is the overall assessment of the situation now?

We have to be careful. Long Covid is not curable at the moment. We also know that over 40% of those who have several manifestations of long Covid, for example, five or more, still have symptoms after 2 years, so it doesn't seem to heal spontaneously. We also know that those whose symptoms are more pronounced at the beginning are less likely to heal.

So some of what we know from the demographics of long Covid has been confirmed, and we now know more precisely which mechanisms in the brain, but also in the blood vessels and the immune system, are responsible for this. Professor Scheibenbogan will explain this briefly later.

At this point, I can only say the following - this is particularly important to me:

First of all, long Covid is a disease that stays with us and that we cannot yet cure. And we are seeing an increasing number of cases as the waves of infection continue to affect us.

Secondly, Covid is not a cold - with a cold, you don't usually see any long-term effects. You don't see any changes in the blood vessels. You don't usually see an autoimmune disease developing. You also don't usually see neurological inflammation - these are all things that we see with long Covid. Therefore, one should not assume that Covid infection is just a common cold. It can affect brain tissue and the vascular system, and we still lack an effective treatment, making these studies crucial.

Significantly, we know that the risk of long Covid decreases when you're infected but have been vaccinated. That's why it's concerning that only 3 million people have been vaccinated with the new, adapted vaccine. That is a very bad result.

Please protect yourself from severe infections.

Please protect yourself from long Covid.

Currently, the danger posed by Covid is indeed being underestimated. Nothing is worse than infecting someone at Christmas who then becomes seriously ill and may not fully recover."

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[ariestrxsh]

olderbrothersbsf!matt x innocent!reader

જ⁀➴ ♡ content warning: smut, innocence corruption, masturbation, use of toys, oral (f!receiving), fingering, loss of virginity, sneaking around, getting caught, small age gap (both characters are adults), forbidden love

જ⁀➴ ♡ summary: your older brother is back in town for summer vacation, and he brings home his childhood best friend, matt sturniolo, who can't seem to keep his eyes off of you

this fic was requested/inspired by this ask! enjoy. (p.s. sorry i made matt so pervy in this. honestly idk what got into me lmfao)

dividers by @/roseraris

Young God

chapters: | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 |

You were in your room, listening to music, headphones in and volume on full blast while you sat on the edge of your bed, flipping through your playlist when some movement out of the corner of your left eye broke you out of your focus. You glanced up at your partially open door to see your older brother peeking through and tapping on the barrier to try to get your attention.

He was finally home for summer vacation from his second year of college. "Hey!" You jumped up, taking out your earbuds and throwing your arms around him in a big hug. "Hey, little sis. It's been a while," He greeted you, not having seen you since winter vacation earlier that year. Behind him was Matt Sturniolo, his childhood best friend who you hadn't seen in even longer.

"Hey, Matt," you said, your gaze traveling over towards your brother's best friend, who looked as attractive as ever. You'd always had an insatiable crush on him, and it didn't help that he had more facial hair, more tattoos, and a more chiseled jawline since the last time you'd seen each other.

He always hit like a drug, like a habit you couldn't kick, like a long-term addiction you couldn't shake. He flooded your system with cascading waves of dopamine whenever you looked at him and interacted with him. You craved him. However, you knew you couldn't ever pursue him.

Your brother had always warned you about him. "I know as you get older and start developing feelings for boys, you're gonna wanna start dating. But whoever you date, please don't date my friends, especially not Matt Sturniolo. I know he's my best friend, but the kid's bad news. He's only after one thing when it comes to girls, and he's off-limits to you," you recalled your brother saying to you.

After you'd started going through puberty, your brother had been hyperaware of the way your behavior suddenly changed towards his best friend. He'd started picking up on the way you'd been interacting differently with Matt, trying to get his attention more often and trying to find excuses to be in the same room as him, which terrified him.

You didn't know what he meant by that, only after one thing? You didn't know what that one thing was, but you secretly found yourself curious about it, and you wondered if it was something you could give to Matt. But you nodded at your brother, promising to stay away from Matt despite the way your stomach dropped when you looked at his friend.

"Hey, you're all grown up," Matt replied, bringing you back to the present. He subtly checked you out before pulling you into a hug, leaning down, hooking his arms around your waist, and picking you up. He let out a soft grunt as he lifted you into the air. He loved the way your body felt writhing against him as you giggled. "Put me down," you half-heartedly said, secretly loving the you felt in his arms.

Your brother shot him a look as he placed your feet back down on the hardwood floor beneath you. "I'm going off to college after the summer ends. Can you believe it?" You asked, swaying back and forth. "No, I can't. The boys at school are going to adore you," Matt said, nibbling on his lip and doing nothing to conceal the hungry look in his eye.

You didn't notice, but your protective older brother did.

"Hey, Matt and I are gonna go grab some dessert. He's gonna stay the night here. We'll be back," your brother said, wrapping up the conversation so he could go scold Matt in the car and remind him of the rules about hitting on his little sister. "Can I come?" You wondered, your eyes lighting up at a chance to be in Matt's presence once again. "I don't think that's a good idea," your brother started to say.

"Come on. Let her tag along so we can all catch up. I'll buy," Matt offered, looking back over at you with a smug smile. "Fine," your brother hesitantly said, leading the three of you out to the garage. You sat in the backseat in the middle and clicked your seltbelt closed.

On the way to get a sweet treat, Matt sat in the passenger seat with his head craned all the way around, his eyes lingering on your sweet treat between your thighs. You'd forgotten you were in a skirt and were innocently sitting with your legs splayed out while your pink panties peeked out from underneath the short fabric.

Your brother, who was focused on the road, was completely unaware of the show you were unknowingly putting on for Matt.

"So, what have you been up to since the last time I saw you? You got a boyfriend now?" Matt lustfully cooed, not that he cared if you did, while studying the outline of your puffy lips through your underwear. He bit down on his lip while his cock jumped in his jeans at the sight.

Your brother glared over at him, recognizing the tone of voice he was using on you. The same he'd use when trying to take girls to bed. "No. All the boys my age are so immature. I don't want to be with any of them," you said, making a face. "Oh really?" Matt replied in a smug voice.

You guys had arrived at your destination, and after you guys had all ordered your desserts to go, Matt was handing his card over to the employee and giving you sly looks while he undressed you in his mind.

The three of you piled back into the car to head home. Matt watched intently as you swirled your tongue around on your strawberry ice cream, imagining you were lapping up something else. "Thank you for the dessert, Matt. It's so good," you said, letting out a soft moan while you savored the taste. You weren't trying to tease him, but you were driving him wild.

"Oh, a little is dripping onto the sides there," Matt pointed at the melted, pink liquid leaking down the waffle cone, and you licked a long stripe up the dessert, cleaning it off with your tongue. "Almost got it. Give it one more good lick," he urged you.

"That's it. Good girl. You got it," Matt purred, licking hot fudge off his spoon as you dragged your tongue up the length of your cone once more. His eyes flashed back to your panties, and he noted a small damp spot on the front of the pink cotton. Blood rushed to your cheeks as Matt watched you.

Your brother reached over and slugged Matt in the arm, almost making him drop his hot fudge sundae. "Hey!" Matt exclaimed. "Hey, why'd you do that?" You innocently asked, secretly enjoying the way Matt was watching you and talking to you. "Don't worry about it. Matt's just being a perv," your brother scoffed.

You realized where Matt's eyes kept traveling back to when he wasn't watching you clean off your cone. Suddenly, you became self-conscious, slamming your legs shut and going back to eating your ice cream in silence while you looked out the window.

It's not so much that you minded Matt viewing you that way. It's that your brother was picking up on it. You avoided eye contact with both of them, worried that they had noticed how much you liked when Matt had called you good girl.

No one said a word the rest of the awkward car ride home. Later that night, the boys went into your brother's room, which was only ever occupied when he was home from school, to play video games.

You desperately needed to take care of the aching feeling between your legs you'd been wrestling with since Matt had picked you up earlier when you'd hugged him. You reached into your pink panties and started slowly rubbing yourself while you pictured Matt.

On the other side of the wall, Matt and your brother were tapping away on their controllers in front of their game. Your brother was quietly berating Matt for the way he was looking at you and talking to you earlier while they waited for the next round to render.

"Dude, that's my sister. Please don't try anything."

"Relax. I'm just having a little fun making her blush. She's really cute when she gets all worked up," Matt smugly responded. "Gross. Don't talk about her like that. If you lay a finger on her, our friendship is over. I'm serious," your brother said in a somber tone. How about in her? Matt silently wondered, smirking to himself.

"Seriously, I'll kill you if she loses it to you," he told Matt sternly, insinuating you were a virgin. "She hasn't lost it yet?" Matt's gazed off into the distance as a perverted scene unfurled in his mind. "Gross. Forget I told you that. Just stay away from her," your brother said, eating his words after he remembered Matt had a thing for innocence corruption.

"Don't worry," he smirked, holding up both hands up in a defensive position, despite the thoughts going on behind his eyes about stuffing you for the first time. "I'm going to bed after this game. I feel sick after watching you with her today," he grumbled, rolling his eyes.

Matt brushed off his friend's comments. It's not that Matt didn't value his friendship with your brother and love him dearly. It's just that he was weak to his carnal desires, unable to say no to them and unable to turn down temptation when it was taunting him. Especially when it was forbidden fruit.

After they finished their final round, they shut off the light and Matt laid down on the floor next to your brother's bed with a blanket and a pillow. Your brother had fallen asleep and started softly snoring, and right as Matt began to drift off, a low hum woke him up.

At first he thought he was getting a call, but when he peered down at a black screen after picking up his phone, he realized the vibrating was coming from somewhere else entirely. It was low, unwavering, and seemed to be coming from the other side of the wall, in the direction of your bedroom.

Matt stealthily got up and slipped out the room. When he stepped into the hallway, he realized a dim light was pouring out of your room and into the hallway through a crack in your door you'd left open a bit on accident. Matt approached your room and peered in through the sliver of space between the door and the frame.

There you were, bathed in warm candlelight, laying on top of your blanket naked, legs spread, and steadying a vibrator on your clit. Matt smirked to himself as he studied the way your thighs quivered while you used your toy.

Your lips were fixed in an o shape, your cheeks were pink, and your brows were pinched together. You shut your eyes and threw your head back as Matt's name slipped through your slew of whimpers.

He poked his head into your room, pushing the door open, and he slowly invited himself inside, approaching you to get a better look at you. He loved the way your slick folds glistened in the soft lighting, and the way your breasts started to subtly bounce as you started to violently shake.

You were right on the verge of greatness, slowly nearing a climactic ending, when your eyes fluttered open, and you saw Matt standing at the foot of your bed, staring down hungrily at your pussy. Immediately, you grew insecure about being watched, chasing away your orgasm.

"Matt!?" You said his name again, but this time in an aggravated whisper. "Poor thing. All alone in here. Why play with those toys when you could have the real thing?" Matt cooed, reaching for your pink vibrator. You handed it to him while it was still buzzing, and when he rested it back onto your clit, you let out a relieved sigh in response.

"Good girl. Just lay back and relax. Just here to help," he softly directed you. "Oh, Matt," you breathed out softly, lifting your hips up and grinding up against the vibrator in his grip. You glanced down at his smirk and how his eyes were fixed on the way you were clenching around nothing.

With his free hand, he took his middle finger and started teasing your folds with it. Your eyes widened as he sunk his finger into your drooling cunt. For a moment, you thought you must be dreaming. You let out a loud, satisfied sigh as he pushed it all the way in.

"You gotta be quiet, sweet thing. If your brother had any idea what I'm doing to you right now, he'd kill me."

You nodded at him and placed your palm over your mouth to muffle all the noise you couldn't keep yourself from making. "It's gotta be our little secret," he grinned at you as he added another finger, and you could feel the cold metal of his rings on the warm flesh of your thighs as he pumped them back and forth into your heat.

"You're so tight," he whispered, relishing in the way you clenched around his digits while they started to stretch you out. He shut off your toy for a moment, setting it off to the side, and repositioning himself.

He lowered his head between your legs while he fingered you, and he started to work his mouth on your special place, rolling his soft tongue over your clit and manipulating your folds with it. He closed his lips down around your bundle of nerves and gently hummed against it, recreating the feeling of the vibrator, only much better.

You arched your back up off the bed and rolled your hips forward, chasing the sensation of his tongue exploring places no one ever had before. "Like that, princess?" He asked you in between licks. "I love it," you whispered back.

Your eyes rolled back into your head, and your legs started to tremble as he continued stimulating you with his mouth and his fingers. "Good girl. You got this," he cooed while you got close. His fingers curled so perfectly, hitting all the right spots while you kept your hand held tightly over your mouth, desperately trying to avoid waking anyone up.

"That's it, pretty thing. Cum all over my fingers," Matt purred sweet nothings from between your legs while he felt you starting to tighten around his fingers. "Relax. Let it happen. Give in to how good it feels," he talked you through it while you shook beneath him, experiencing your very first orgasm given to you by another person.

You let out a few soft whimpers that you couldn't keep to yourself while you steadily throbbed around Matt's fingers that had slowed to a stop once you'd finished. He licked them clean, and he complimented your flavor as he started pulling his cock out of his sweatpants.

You couldn't see much in the low candlelight, but it was intimidating-looking. You could see the veins that texturized his thick shaft, and you could make out how swollen the mushroom-shaped head was.

"You ever had one of these in here, sweetheart?" Matt cooed, giving you a devilish smile, and introducing his bulbous tip to your slick hole. You bit your lip and shook your head from side to side, confirming your innocence to him.

"Oh, poor thing. Let's fix that. You're way too cute to not be getting fucked," Matt groaned as he pushed it in. You squelched around his thick rod, and he shoved it all the way in until it filled you entirely, the base of his dick resting against your entrance.

You felt your pussy expanding around him as he started rocking his hips back and forth, hitting a pleasant spot deep inside of you. You held your breath for a moment, still adjusting to the size difference between his fingers and his cock, and when you exhaled, a few stifled sounds came through. It hurt so good.

"Good girl. You're taking me so well. Can't believe this is your first dick," he praised you softly while he delivered a few harder thrusts. Soon, there was no pain at all, only pleasure.

He grabbed you by your waist, steadying himself while he started to speed up, getting caught up in how good your virgin hole felt wrapped around him. He watched as he pumped back and forth, fixating on the way you coated his length in your arousal.

"That's it. Take it like the good girl you are. I know you've been dreaming about this for years," he smirked at you, and you eagerly nodded in response. It was like a fantasy come true, losing your virginity to a forbidden man, your brother's best friend, while your brother slept soundly one room over.

The bed started gently rocking and making a soft rhythmic thump thump thump as the headboard made contact with the wall. But each of you were too caught up in how incredible the other person's body parts felt to care about the noises you were making.

Matt picked up your toy again, and after propping your right leg up onto his shoulder to get a deeper stroke, he turned on your vibrator once more and held it on your clit again, sending your eyes rolling back in your head and causing your jaw to fall open in sheer desire. You'd never experienced stimulation quite like this, and you didn't know how badly you craved it until now.

When your gaze shifted back to Matt, he was peering down at you with glossed over eyes and a pleasure-filled expression. You were both at the gates of heaven, about to immerse yourselves into a shared orgasm that neither one of you could fend off any longer.

"That's it. Be a good girl. Finish all over my forbidden cock," Matt whispered, all too aware of the dynamic that existed between you, mocking your brother's attempt to keep you two apart, that instead drove the two of you into each other's arms in a twisted self-fulfilling prophecy.

You both tensed up, Matt injecting you with his seed and filling you to the brim while you throbbed around him, milking him dry. You guys softly moaned in harmony, your bodies moving in unison. The sound of the bed thudding against the wall came to a stop, and the buzzing of your toy dropped off when Matt killed the power on it.

"Wow. Your pussy is so pretty pumped full of my cum," Matt whispered with an edge of thrill in his voice as he pulled his meat out of you and watched the way it leaked out of you while you continued clenching around negative space, recovering from the orgasm Matt had just given you.

He was still admiring the mess he made inside you that started to leak onto your sheets when a stern and infuriated voice boomed from behind him, sending chills down his spine and sending a sobering wave of fear through his system when he realized the two of you had been caught. It was your brother, watching from the door way.

"I thought I fucking told you to stay away from her, Sturniolo."

part two here ❣️

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[sweetfushi]

HOW THEY REALISED THEY WERE ATTRACTED TO YOU PT 1

fluff | tetsuro kuroo, kei tsukishima, wakatoshi ushijima x reader, fluff, you almost get hit with the ball (thanks yaku), reader is suggested to be short(er). ◦ notes. part two here.

TETSURO KUROO.

He started becoming quieter, almost conscious of what he said around others.

Nekoma watches as their captain almost moves in a daze, his eyes fixated on a certain girl on the bleachers, writing something and tucking her hair behind her ear every so often. Yaku had been the first to notice a few days ago during one of their practice matches, brow furrowed and lips pursed as Kuroo observed his younger sister. Although you were only younger by a year, making you a second year while Yaku and Kuroo third years, your brother was highly protective of you.

“She’s so pretty,” Kuroo murmurs, tossing the ball up and catching it repeatedly as he continues to gaze at you. He had said few words this match, albeit his smart remarks still made their presence. However, Kenma had to snap him out of a few daydreams while Lev had waved his big hands in his face, yelling “Yoohoo!”

Kuroo had deadpanned at that.

As the game continues, he watches as Yaku saves the ball but also causes it to fly over and almost hit you, making you yelp and cover your head. Kuroo almost chokes on his own breath.

“Oh my God, I am so sorry,” Yaku rushes out, face pinched in concern as he jogs over to where you sit with an unimpressed expression. Kuroo watches momentarily as the libero withstands your discipline and light slap to his head, before - as no one else seemed to do so - rushing up the bleacher stairs and snatching the ball up.

“You sure you don’t wanna sit higher up?” Kuroo suggests, watching it take you a moment to register that he’s talking to you. Your eyes lock and his breath hitches, lips parting as he watches you smile sheepishly and gather your notes in your arms. “That probably would be a good idea,” you giggle and thank him for his concern, moving to sit closer to the doors but not before shooting Yaku one last glare.

The libero pouts and apologises again.

Kuroo composes himself and fiddles with the ball before starting to make his way back down to the court.

“Hey, wait.” He freezes in place at the sound of your voice, turning to face you with inexplicable anticipation (for what, he wasn’t sure himself). He finds himself smiling as you do, watching as you nod towards the ball in his hand. “I will throw that ball out the window if it reaches me again,” you raise a brow, your warning teasing and (largely) unserious.

Kuroo snorts, nodding. “Noted.”

KEI TSUKISHIMA.

You became the person he talks to the most.

He hadn’t abandoned Yamaguchi at all, but even the green-haired man notices Tsukishima’s developing interest in you. You seemed more academic than the blond, opting to spend your time between classes in the library or the local cafe, but lately you had allowed him to distract you with his smart remarks and invitations to random days out. This time, he wanted you to help him practise.

“I’m not going easy on you,” you mumble, still shoving your books in your bag as you walk alongside him. He rolls his eyes and smacks the top of your head with the packaged strawberry shortcake slice he insists on having daily.

Once you get to the green field beside the school’s gym, he becomes insufferable.

“What happened to not going easy on me?” He grins, watching you chase after the ball for a second time.

You groan and almost much too aggressively throw a rock at him, one he easily avoids. You hate admitting it, but you are just as competitive as he is, so you don’t let his teasing demotivate you.

“I’m going to serve this ball in your damn face,” you huff, hitting the ball again. This time, Tsukishima is focused on his plays, following the ball carefully and analysing your every move. 

By the time you’re done, three hours have passed and the sun is barely hanging in the sky. You’re sweating and panting, Tsukishima slouched against a wall as he too catches his breath. Neither one of you breaks eye contact so you’re not oblivious to the way he lets his eyes roam over you. You don’t hesitate to do the same.

“I shouldn’t have eaten that cake,” he huffs, “I’m gonna puke.”

You burst out laughing at his whimpers. He takes a few moments to hydrate himself before inhaling deeply and glaring at you.

“I hope your stomach hurts so bad that you can’t sleep tonight,” he almost pouts - so uncharacteristic of him (also hoping that you stay up to text him).

“If you’re done being petty,” you push your hair back and wipe yourself down with a small towel, “I was thinking we can go get some food, maybe help that little upset stomach of yours.”

You almost scream when he throws his sweaty towel at you.

WAKATOSHI USHIJIMA.

He starts to ask about you.

He’s walking out of school with the rest of the team, waiting outside a local store as Tendo and Goshiki spend half their life savings on snacks they’ll likely forget about. Ushijima is checking the news and simultaneously listening to Ohira talk about how he’s trying out a new regime at the gym, until he hears Semi on the phone with someone. He glances up at him, hoping to hear your voice, but turns back to his phone when he doesn’t.

After about ten minutes of yelling at Tendo and Goshiki to hurry up before their banks question their hefty transactions, they all start heading home again.

“How’s your sister?” Ushijima asks bluntly, catching Semi’s surprised expression in his peripheral vision. The setter hesitates before nodding. “She’s fine.”

An awkward silence dawns on the duo.

“I thought there would be more to that conversation,” Semi laughs, staring up at his seemingly unfazed captain. Ushijima hums.

Again, the silence becomes deafening.

“Is she still working in that new firm downtown?” Ushijima asks. “I remember you said that she was excited about getting her own office.”

Semi nods, brow furrowed in confusion. “I told you that about two months ago, do I wanna know how or why you still remember that?” The two then look at each other with seemingly apathetic expressions, although Semi has a feeling that Ushijima isn’t asking out of the kindness of his own heart. He doesn’t mention it though, instead says his goodbyes to the others as they all part ways - except for him and Ushijima.

Although Semi isn't too keen on letting you invest time into boys seeking nothing but someone they can manipulate for their own benefit, he knows that Ushijima is nothing like that. Though, he's not sure how the captain would even go about approaching you considering his and your busy schedules.

"Do you... want her number?" Semi initiates what Ushijima seemed hesitant to mention.

"Please."

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[eleganzadellarosa]

Melted

pairing: olderbrothersbestfriend!chan x needy fem! reader

genre: fluff, smut

warnings: MDNI (I'm sorry if this changes the way you see ice cream, pwp I guess, fast paced plot, unprotected sex (don’t 👀), big dick Chan (because what else would he be?), overstim, squirting, hair pulling, choking, creampie, Chan calls reader Baby, reader calls him Channie)

word count: 5.82K

A/N: Just because my mind has been on Chan A LOT lately. Also…this isn’t proofread 😬

Why would you like someone that ruffles your hair, tickles your sides and calls you “baby” as a nickname? Sounds childish right? Not to you when it comes to your huge crush on Chan. You know that’s just how he is with you and has been since you were younger, but you wish it meant something different to him.

Chan is best friends with your older brother, he’s basically been a part of your family for over 10 years. You’ve always liked Chan, but not in that way until your crush developed right before he moved. His family moved away for a while during his late teen years so you hadn’t seen him in quite some time. Then he suddenly came back and he was like a whole new person. His personality didn’t change, no, the way he looked did and you haven’t been able to keep your eyes off of him since.

He and your brother are 25 and you’re stuck being 23. It wasn’t a big enough gap to make anyone bat an eye, but you knew he always viewed you as his best friend’s little sister and you weren’t sure how to make that change. You watched as he pulled up in front of your house, picking up your brother like usual. They spent so much time together, you were almost past the point of jealousy and wanted to hate your brother for taking him away every time.

You stood in the open garage, watching him hop out the driver’s seat. He smiled and waved when he saw you and did a little jog onto the sidewalk and into the garage. Maybe things didn’t need to change and you needed to find someone else to crush on, but it was so hard when he would open his arms for you to hug him and would squeeze you tight until you couldn’t handle it anymore.

“Hey baby, missed you. How ya been?”

Baby. You would never get over that nickname. It gave you that warm fuzzy feeling but also gave you that second heartbeat.

“Hey Channie, you know same old same old. Where have you been all week?” You knew where he’d been but you’d do anything to have a longer conversation with him before your brother snatched him away.

“I went to go visit my family, they told me to tell you hi.” He smiled and you smiled back knowing how much his family loved you, which oddly enough made you like him more. “I got you somethin’, close your eyes.”

You obliged, closing your eyes waiting almost impatiently to see what he had for you. Not being able to see him in front of you but feeling his presence made a light blush fall on your cheeks. You felt his fingertips graze the skin on your hand and the sudden contact made you jump slightly. He carefully opened your hand and you felt the cold contrast of something against your palm.

“Open your eyes.”

You looked down to see a dainty anklet with small charms dangling from it. Your eyes lit up seeing each charm perfectly handpicked with things he knew you’d like. It was gorgeous and on closer inspection, it looked expensive. You didn’t care how much it cost, only worrying that he spent too much of his money on you, but loving that he got you a gift at all.

“Baby, do you like it?” He made dangerous eye contact waiting for you to reply. It didn’t help you gather your thoughts any quicker even though you had your answer already. He made your nervous system short circuit.

“Y-yeah Channie, I love it!” You smiled as much as you could to cover the way you swallowed thickly seeing him stand so close to you.

“Really? Oh gosh I’m glad, I thought I chose something you wouldn’t like.” He had to be lying. He could pick a leaf off a tree and you’d be jumping for joy. “Here lemme see, I’ll put it on for you.”

You gasped when he lifted you up to seat you on your dad’s workbench that sat at the back of the garage. The heat seeping in from outside was hot enough, but now you were sure you could break a thermometer. He kneeled down and wrapped the cold jewelry around your ankle. You were unconsciously holding your breath, scared of having any reaction because if you let go, you’d probably moan and you’d rather not make this awkward.

He looked up at you with your foot still in his hand, “It looks great baby, I like it.” God that comment had you slippery wet. He liked it on you? Now you’d never take it off. “Make sure you think of me every time you look at it.” He shot you a wink and your breath got caught in your throat preventing you from swallowing.

This conversation would be stored for fuel whenever you needed something to tip you over the edge at night. You almost said something equally seductive back, almost, when your brother came and took Chan away. You were used to it by now, never really having more than 10 minutes tops of alone time with him. It was frustrating, having to get most of your information from your brother who always reluctantly told you, asking “why do you wanna know anyways?”

You think Chan would tell you no hesitation if you actually had the chance to speak with him. But truth be told, you’d never be able to do such a thing with your brother around. He made it clear on multiple occasions that he didn’t approve of a relationship between you two if it ever came to be, but all three of you knew that would never be brought into existence.

You sat in the same spot on the tool bench, swinging your foot to see the charms sparkle in the small rays of sunshine. Chan said to think about him every time you looked at it, so you did. The thought of you on your knees in front of him, him slipping his thumb past your lips telling you to suck if you wanted to be rewarded. The ideas that ran freely were filthy and getting worse by the second. Your thighs rubbed together tightly as you felt yourself grow wetter with each passing thought.

The sun shined brightly through the small gaps between your blinds, easing you awake with its warmth. The weekends were the best because it was almost guaranteed that you’d get to have breakfast with Chan. It was an unspoken tradition and you marked it off in your mental calendar. You quickly washed your face before heading downstairs to the kitchen, only to see it completely empty besides the few duffle bags that sat beside the island.

“Where are you going?” You asked your brother who walked in at the perfect time before you could stump yourself with more unanswered questions.

“Didn’t mom tell you? I’m going to stay at a beach house with a few friends for the weekend.” He stuffed a few more things in his bag, talking with his back facing you.

“No…is Chan going too?” You asked carefully trying to make it seem like a normal question.

He rolled his eyes and leaned up against the marble island. “Next time you need to just start asking Chan these questions since you always wanna know everything about him. And no, he’s not coming.”

“Really?” A smile spread across your face but you quickly wiped it away when you saw your brother narrow his eyes.

“Don’t go bothering him while I’m away, he’s doesn’t wanna hang with you at all so just stay home!”

“You’re such an asshole, he never said that!”

“You don’t know what he said because you’re not his best friend! Just don’t bother him okay?” He sucked his teeth as he picked up his bags and walked out the door, kicking it closed with his foot.

He didn’t know what he was talking about. Chan wouldn’t say that, he would love to hang out with you. Right? You felt like a teenager crushing on a college boy that was far out of your league for multiple reasons but you swore you had a chance.

You sulkily walked upstairs back to your room and flopped on your bed. Being that your brother didn’t want you to bother Chan, it made you more curious as to what he could be doing right now. It sucks that you didn’t have his number or really any way to contact him. Well you did, you were just too scared to actually do it.

It was nothing but a 10 minute walk and 2 minute drive to get to his house but in the back of your mind, you were scared he actually wouldn’t want to see you. What would you say; what would be your reasoning for coming to see him?

“I have a crush on you and I want to be around you, please let me in?”

Like hell that would work. He’d probably slam the door in your face, call your brother and tell him how annoying and stupid his little-

There was a ring at your doorbell.

Your head snapped to your left, slightly shocked you had any visitors. It could easily be your neighbor since she always seemed to pop up randomly. “I got it!” You yelled out, jogging down the stairs. You looked out the peephole to see Chan standing there. Your heart started racing and you quickly looked over your appearance before opening the door.

“Channie?! What are you doing here?”

“Aww baby you aren’t happy to see me?” A cute little pout painted his face and you wanted to drag him in and kiss him all over.

“What? No, of course I am! My brother’s not here and I thought you knew…”

“Oh yeah I knew, I came to see you.”

He said it so nonchalantly as if it was normal to come see you. As if you both agreed to hang out today. Or as if you always hung out when your brother wasn’t around. He had to know what this was doing to you, there was no way he didn’t. You opened your mouth to say something but couldn’t find the strength to let the words come forward.

“I figured you’d be here all by yourself, so I thought I’d come pick you up.” He smiled brightly and there were those cute dimples. God you felt like you were gonna explode.

“I…umm…” you were stuttering and if he didn’t stop staring at you, you were going to be stuck like this.

He looked a bit sad and disappointed but waited to see what you would say. “It’s okay if you don’t want to Baby. I should’ve asked first, I’m so sorry.”

You quickly reached out to touch his arm and practically melted into a puddle, “No no Channie, I’m sorry, I just didn’t think you’d wanna hang out with me. I’d love to go to your house, especially since I’ve never seen this one.”

He smiled again, “Of course I would Baby, you’re my best friend! Now come on, hop in”

Oh how this was never something you thought would happen in a million years. You were Chan’s best friend? As much as you wanted this, there must have been some kind of mistake. Surely he didn’t actually think so.

He grabbed your hand and lead you to his jeep and opened your door for you. “Thank you Channie” barely left your lips before he reached inside and buckled your seatbelt, smiling at you before he closed your door. Your body was on fire; ignited from the soft and simple touches. You were down bad, there was no better way to put it. If he kept moving like this, you’d have to go home and deal with the problem between your legs.

His house was nice, nothing too big or small, just right for him. He had a great sense of decor and he kept his place sparkling clean. Scattered about on different pieces of furniture were photos of him, family and even younger pictures of the 3 of you.

“Baby, make yourself at home, you can sit anywhere you’d like.” He spoke to you from the little pass through window in the kitchen.

You nodded your head but decided to explore his living room some more. When you walked past the patio door, you noticed a reflection on the ground outside.

“Oh my gosh Channie, you have a pool?! Why didn’t my brother tell me?”

He walked over to you with a large red double popsicle and chuckled at the amused look on your face. “I’m gonna punch him when I see him, I told him to tell you because I know how much you love swimming. We can go out there if you want.”

He broke the popsicle in two and handed you a half. “I would love to…but I don’t have a bikini with me.”

“Just get in with what you have on.” He leaned against the side of his couch as he sucked on the cold treat.

You looked down at your outfit, a plain white tee and some daisy patterned shorts. “But I won’t have anything to change into. I can walk back home and get something.”

“Orrrrr, you can just wear some of my clothes until yours are dry.”

What was with him saying all this so nonchalantly? When have you ever worn his clothes? The smell must be absolutely amazing, he always smelled so good. If he was offering, you might as well just take it.

“Hmm” you bit your lip and smiled, “okay, but I don’t wanna get in by myself.”

He smiled as he finished off his half of the popsicle and chewed on the stick. He jolted off the side of the couch and pulled his shirt off. You almost choked on the leftover ice you had in your mouth. What the fuck was he thinking?

“Come on Baby, come swim with me.”

He opened the door and ran and jumped in without hesitation. After little to no consideration, you followed behind him, diving right in. The water was a perfect way to cool off in the hot summer sun. He swam over to you, hair drenched and sticking to his forehead. The droplets of water shined against his toned, muscular body. You wanted to lick him dry, no matter how long it took.

His right hand slid over your waist and around to your back, “you look so cute, I could kiss you right now.”

Cute? Kiss? Cute and kiss in the same sentence? Maybe you needed to pinch yourself to wake up from this completely unrealistic dream.

“M-me? I’m just plain and boring.” You mentally pat yourself on the back for not stuttering too much with how close he was and what he just said.

“You’ve never been either baby, no way that’s what you actually think.” His eyebrows raised in shock.

“Well yeah…there’s so many prettier girls than me. I’m just me, but they’re-“

It happened so fast that your mind didn’t process it. He bent down to press his lips to yours and hold you a bit tighter. Your arms were around his neck and you reciprocated the kiss faster than the fear set in. His tongue swiped over your lip and you happily allowed him to explore your mouth.

Somehow being drenched in the pool made it feel more sensual, nothing left to the imagination, bodies practically touching through the thin fabrics. You could feel how hard he was, pressing it right up against your thigh. You bravely touched him through his shorts, earning a small moan from him.

He ran a hand up the back of your thigh and roughly grabbed your ass. It wasn’t until you felt something press into your back that you realized he moved the both of you closer to the edge of the pool. He trailed the kisses over your jaw and to your neck. You were breathing heavily, making no effort to stop the sounds coming from you.

“I wonder how good you’d sound if I fucked you.”

“Channie please, oh fuck.”

Desperate was too innocent of a word to describe how badly you wanted him. You’d do whatever it took to make your dreams come true.

“Would you like that baby? Let me fuck you and make you feel good?”

At this point you were sure you stopped breathing. He looked so good with his wet hair, heavy lids, toned body pressed right against yours. Of course you’d like that.

“Yes Channie, I want it, I want you.”

He slipped your shirt over your head and left open mouthed kisses down your neck and across your chest. Just as he moved to get your nipple in his mouth, a loud ring came from inside the house; it was his phone.

“You should go get that Channie.”

He looked at you, lips parted and breathing heavily. “Fuck, okay I’ll be right back.”

He hopped out the pool and went inside while you tried to put all the pieces together. So Chan liked you? Or he simply just wanted a fuck buddy? Or maybe he just wanted to fuck you because he knows how much you like him and knew you’d be easy? The insecurity began to weigh down on you and now you just wanted to go home.

When he returned, he squatted down next to you, who was now slightly turned away from him with your arms wrapped around yourself in order to seek comfort.

“That was your brother, he said he’s coming home early because someone got food poisoning. So…he asked me to pick him up.” He reached out and touched your shoulder. “Baby, you okay?”

“Yeah Channie, you can just take me home.” You made sure to not let him see the tears brimming your eyes.

“You sure you’re-“

“Yes, I’d like to go home please.”

He watched you for a few seconds longer, definitely able to notice the shift in your mood, he just didn’t know what caused it. “Okay, let me at least get you a change of clothes.”

The ride back home was short and you got out before he could to open your door for you. He shouted something about seeing you later before driving off as you closed your front door behind you. You still didn’t have his number, so him hitting you up later wouldn’t be a thing, unless he was bold enough to ask your brother but you both knew that would open a can of worms you weren’t ready to try and close.

Now you were a bit nervous that he would tell your brother what happened because he wanted to know why you looked so sad. You’d just avoid him as much as you could and hopefully he would forget anything ever happened.

“As much as I don’t want you to, I need you to come with me and Chan so you can help me choose a gift for my girlfriend.” Your brother came into your room, not bothering to knock since your door was already opened slightly.

“I didn’t say you could come in!”

“Oh my god, yes or no?”

“You didn’t ask me anything dumbass and why don’t you already know what your girlfriend likes?”

“I do know but I want to know what’s the best out of the options I have and you’re a girl.”

“Umm…I guess?”

You were conflicted. You wanted to see Chan, you missed him even though it had only been two days since your encounter in the pool. But you also didn’t want to see him right now because you didn’t want to explain anything to him, yet if you said that your brother would for sure know something happened between you two.

“Okay well be ready in like 10 minutes, set a timer or something.”

Chan and your brother greeted each other like always and when he looked over at you, he looked as if he wanted to come hug you. “Hey baby, you coming with us today?”

Your brother rolled his eyes when you let a smile creep past your lips. You were weak for Chan, he knew exactly what to say to make you melt. Maybe you were thinking about it wrong, maybe he really did like you and he actually wanted to be with you. But having it happen so suddenly made you think perhaps you let your guard down too quickly.

You felt like such a third wheel around the two boys, laughing at their inside jokes and not worrying about you following behind them. Well Chan did, he would look back to make sure you were still there and smile at you when you made eye contact. It felt like hours even though but had only been 30 minutes of walking around the mall looking for the perfect gift.

“Girls like jewelry, so get her something she can always wear.” Your brother’s gaze followed yours down to your anklet. Before he could ask you where you got that, Chan spoke up.

“Yeah I told you that the other day man, if you really love her you should get her something that she can keep for a long time but also that you put effort into choosing.” He looked over at you when he said it, hoping you caught on to what he said.

You tried your hardest not to blush, your brother standing way too close for you to even let out a small squeal.

“Yeah that’s what I wanna get her but I’m not sure she’ll wear it, I never see her wearing jewelry.”

“Trust me bro, she’ll love it.” He placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder and nodded his head.

“I’m gonna go get some ice cream and then head back to the car you guys.” You said waving your hand as you walked away. Your brother nodded as he answered his phone.

“Is it okay if I come with you baby?” Chan ran to catch up with you before you got too far.

“Sure Channie, I’ll pay for you.”

“You’re so funny Baby, I’m paying for the both of us.” As you approached the stand, he turned around grimacing. “Aww baby they’re all out of rocky road.”

After all these years, he still remembers your favorite ice cream flavor. “It’s okay Channie, just get me whatever you get.”

He smiled softly and nodded and ordered two strawberry cheesecake cones. You walked back with him to his car to enjoy yet another frozen treat in his presence. Of course, he opened your door and let you hop in before he did the same.

“Damn it’s already melting…”

“I prefer ice cream when it melts a little. Like when it drips down my fingers. It just tastes better that way…well to me anyway.” You realized you were babbling, so you looked up at him but he was already looking at you.

“You wanna lick mine off my fingers?”

The question alone could have made you cum, but the way he looked at you; eyes slightly hooded, lips parted, that had you throbbing. You couldn’t even answer him. Actually your mind was blank so you didn’t have an answer or any response to what he just said. He saw it on your face though. You wanted him just as much as he wanted you. He’s wanted you for a long time and as many hints as he tried throwing your way, you never seemed to catch them.

It became too much for him, your brother always getting in his way of spending alone time with you. He didn’t care what your brother thought about it though. He wanted you and he wanted you bad. So when he eased his hand toward your mouth and you happily let him push a finger past your lips, he knew he didn’t have to try to make you understand anymore; he made that clear when you were in the pool the other day.

“Sorry it’s not your favorite flavor.” He said, removing his finger to replace it with a new one.

“It is now.” Your words were partially cut off by the intrusion of his fingers. You were soaked and your head felt fuzzy, you felt like you were going to die.

You never broke eye contact and he watched you intently. “You can’t look at me like that if you don’t want me to ruin you.”

“Maybe I want you to.” You licked and sucked on his fingers as seductively as you could muster.

He licked his ice cream then shifted more toward you so he could kiss you. The contrast of the cold dessert and the heat from his tongue made you whimper. He slowly let your warmth melt the ice cream and drip down onto your neck and chest. He happily chased the drops with his tongue making sure none of it went to waste.

“Oh god Channie, mmm~”

He caught sight of your brother making his way over to the car so he quickly halted his actions and returned to his seat. “He’s coming, act normal. Deep breaths.”

Well that was surely easier said than done. He just licked the majority of his ice cream off of you, leaving you slightly sticky in multiple places. This was torture, getting so close to what you want only to be cockblocked by your brother once again.

“Yo Chan, is it cool if I stay at your place tonight? My girlfriend might stop by too.”

“Yeah sure, I don’t mind.”

“Okay cool, we can just drop Y/N off.”

You quickly turned, an exaggerated pout on your face, ready to fight your case. “NO FAIR!”

“It’s fine if she stays, I don’t mind.” Chan looked at your brother through the rear view mirror.

“What?! No way, she’s literally just going to bother us the entire time!”

“Fuck you, no I won’t! You always get to hang with Chan by yourself, I can be around him too!”

“Hey! It’s alright, you can sleep in my bed and I can sleep on the couch. I promise it’s fine.”

Your brother rolled his eyes and you stuck your tongue out at him. Maybe you were childish, but you weren’t going to let your day end without at least having another make out session.

You thanked God your brother’s girlfriend came quite late and that she took all his attention off of you and Chan. You all enjoyed some snacks and had movie night. It was nearing almost 2am by the time the movie was over, so your brother took her to the guest room where he was staying for the night.

You stayed up with Chan to help him tidy up even though he insisted he didn’t want you to.

“Is it okay for me to wear another one of your shirts Channie? I didn’t pack anything.”

He looked up from the dishes he just finished, “you don’t have to ask Baby, of course you can.” He gave you a big dimpled smile but then it dropped. “Can I ask you somethin’?”

“Yeah of course, what’s up?”

“Why were you so sad the other day? You know…in the pool.”

You knew he would ask you eventually so you might as well just tell him now and get it over with. “I don’t know…I just…wasn’t sure how to feel and was hoping you weren’t only doing it to take advantage of me.”

He walked up to you and kissed your forehead. “Oh Baby, I would never do that to you. I love you and I can’t ever say it or do anything about it because your brother’s always around. I’m sorry if I came off so strong but don’t ever think I’d do anything to take advantage of you. I love you, yeah?”

He rubbed his thumb over your hand and tilted his head waiting for you to nod your head. It took a heavy weight off your shoulders to hear him express his true feelings and being that he said it so easily helped you understand how genuine he was being.

“My room is all yours Baby, it’s the last door at the end of the hall. You can wear whatever you want and there’s towels in the closet in the bathroom.”

“Thank you for letting me stay Channie.” You stood on your tip toes and kissed him on the cheek and quickly ran away, leaving him in the kitchen with red ears.

You felt refreshed after your shower and even more comfortable as you slipped into one of his shirts. Since you didn’t bring a change of clothes, his shirt was the only thing covering you and barely so. You hopped into his king sized bed and playfully rolled around, enjoying the big size.

You looked over at the digital clock on the nightstand, it had already been more than an hour since everyone went to bed. You weren’t sleepy though, so you pulled out your phone and scrolled aimlessly on your socials. A soft knock on the door turned your attention towards it.

“Come in.”

Chan walked through the door, smiling when he saw you so comfy in his bed. “I couldn’t sleep but I also didn’t try…and, I can’t let you leave before I kiss you again.”

“Well good because I was thinking the same thing.”

He fully shut the door and locked it before he removed his shirt and hopped in the bed with you, lips immediately catching yours. His hands came up to grope your breasts roughly, sucking and biting your bottom lip as he did so. He slid a hand under your shirt, breaking the kiss when he felt your bare skin.

“God Baby, you’re driving me crazy. Seeing you in nothing but my shirt is making me sooo hard.” You took his hand in yours and moved it over your pussy. “Fuck…so wet already.”

He moved down closer to the edge of the bed and kissed his way down from your stomach. He gave you butterflies in the best way possible. His lips danced across the skin on your inner thighs sending tingles up your spine.

“Channie…” you say breathlessly and he looks up at you as his mouth attaches to your sensitive bud.

With his head between your legs, messily eating your pussy, your eyes were squeezed shut. It took every bone in your body to not moan, knowing that if you did, you would be loud. He sensed it, so he stopped eating you out and crawled on top of you.

He used two fingers to slip into you while his thumb pressed down harshly on your clit. “Don’t hide them from me, I wanna hear them.”

“B-but my brother is here.”

“And I want to hear how good I make you feel. Don’t hold back Baby, lemme hear your pretty moans.” His fingers sped up their pace, not giving you any other option. You moaned as your back arched slightly. “That’s it Baby, good girl.”

It turned him on watching how his actions made you react but he needed more; needed to feel the way your pussy wrapped around him like it didn’t want to let him go. You reached out to pull on his shorts and finally free his achingly hard dick from its confines. He was BIG but what did you really expect, it was just really really intimidating. None of that mattered though, you just wanted him in you without any interruptions.

He hissed when he used your arousal to mix with his and coat his length. He gave it a few pumps before he eased the head past your entrance. “I’ll go slow okay baby?”

“Okay Channie just keep going, please don’t stop.”

He caught his lip between his teeth, feeling the lust course through his veins hearing you beg and feeling the tightness of your walls. He watched your face contort in pleasure.

He was barely half way in, stretching you open with ease. “T-too big Channie…” You eyes were rolling back and you were already slurring your words.

“You can take it, look you’re doing so well for me Baby” he touched his forehead to yours and grabbed you by the jaw and kissed you again, “you feel so good Baby, so so fucking good, such a good girl for me.”

When he bottomed out he leaned over you to catch his breath so he wouldn’t cum too quickly. Your head was spinning. His body pressed into yours and the way he spoke to you already had your toes curling. He pulled out to the tip, your pussy making a squelching noise, and he quickly thrust himself back in. Your back arched off the bed and you almost screamed.

As much as you wanted to keep your sounds at bay, you weren’t sure how much longer you could keep the volume down to a minimum. He snapped his hips forward with desperation, grunts and moans falling from the both of you. His hand wrapped around your neck, squeezing enough to make your head get fuzzy and awaken every nerve in your body. He pounded into you with no remorse, making this worth the long wait.

He suddenly pulled out, causing you to whine in response, and sat against the headboard. “Come ride me, wanna feel you in this position.”

You crawled over to him then hovered over his still hard, leaking dick. You sank down on him, taking small breaks so you wouldn’t faint from the pleasure. He bucked his hips up, making you drop down fully. He held you under your butt, spreading your pussy open to help you bounce on his dick easily.

The more you hopped up and down on him, the more you felt the sticky substances mix and connect the two of you. Your legs gave out when he started to thrust up into you every time you dropped down. He repositioned you so that you were on your knees, leaning forward into him. He grabbed a handful of your hair, your back arching more, as he hugged you and fucked you violently. The new angle made him abuse your sweet spot.

“Letting me fuck you with your brother just down the hall, I didn’t know you were such a slut Baby.”

“Mmm ah! Only for you Channie!”

He held you tighter when he felt your pussy clench around him. This is exactly what he wanted, what he dreamed of. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer himself, so he quickly flipped you onto your back again. One hand on the back of one of your knees and the other rubbing harsh circles on your clit.

“Oh fuck…oh fuck Channie I’m gonna cum!”

“You gonna cum? Yeah? Cum with me, make a mess all over my dick.”

He thrust deeper into you and bent down to suck on one of your nipples. A few more loud moans and circles on your clit and your pussy fluttered as you reached your orgasm. He didn’t stop and kept up his quick pace until you squirted all over him and the sheets below.

“Fuuuuuck” his hips stuttered and he pushed himself deep as he painted your walls white. He pulled out quickly, the rest of his cum spilling into his hands and seeping through his fingers.

When you looked down, you couldn’t help but grab his hands to put his fingers in your mouth. Funny enough, the cum looks just like the way you love your ice cream.

“Channie, I think you’re my favorite flavor.”

[rjzimmerman]

This diagram illustrates how marshes can adapt to rising sea levels and naturally "migrate" upland if given enough space. Credit: Julie Rossman/Audubon

Excerpt from this story from the Audubon Society:

For over 40 years, the Coastal Barrier Resources Act has been a little-known bipartisan environmental law—quietly protecting critical bird habitat, providing coastal communities with a natural buffer against storms and sea-level rise, and saving taxpayers billions of dollars, all while staying under the radar. Audubon has long been a champion of this law, and now we have reason to celebrate! Last week, President Biden signed the Bolstering Ecosystems Against Coastal Harm (BEACH) Act, updating the Coastal Barrier Resources Act and expanding its protected system of coastal areas that buffers people and birds from flooding on our coasts. 

Congress passed the BEACH Act with overwhelming bipartisan support just last month, adding nearly 300,000 acres of wetlands and beaches to the Coastal Barrier Resources Act (CBRA) system, codifying its largest expansion since 1990. For years, Audubon has worked with a diverse coalition of partner organizations, multiple presidential administrations, and legislators on both sides of the aisle to massively expand the CBRA system, and the sweeping success of this bill is one of our most exciting accomplishments for the coast. 

Created in 1982, the CBRA protects coastal habitat and property while saving lives and federal taxpayer dollars in a distinctive way. Undeveloped beaches and coastal wetlands around our country provide vital habitat for birds and wildlife, especially in the face of climate change impacts such as sea-level rise and increased storm frequency and intensity. These coastal areas are also particularly prone to those climate impacts, endangering lives, property, and vulnerable species. The CBRA discourages development in these hazard-prone areas by removing most federal spending, including flood insurance, disaster recovery grants, and other federal expenditures on the CBRA’s system of protected areas. This market-based approach is working. A recent study demonstrates this in its finding that CBRA is highly effective at achieving its intended goals—reducing development by 85 percent compared to nearby areas, reducing flood damage by 25 percent, and adding ecologically important layers of protection to coastal areas. 

Currently, CBRA protects 3.5 million acres on the coasts of the Atlantic, Gulf of Mexico, Great Lakes, Puerto Rico, and the U.S. Virgin Islands. These largely undeveloped areas are an ideal habitat for birds like American Oystercatchers and Piping Plovers to nest and rest well away from any human disturbance. Intact coastal beaches and wetlands like this also serve as a natural buffer for nearby communities from storms and sea-level rise. Beach dunes act as speed bumps to slow down wind and waves, and marshes act as sponges soaking up floodwaters. 

[narxcisse]

★ — Hold Me, Console Me

Pairing: Jayce Talis x GN!Reader

CW: fluff, Jayce is a golden retriever (and definitely a lapdog), takes place in s1

English isn't my native language

Jayce was a beacon of light and energy for Piltover—a symbol of innovation, hope, and determination. But even the "Golden Boy" had his moments of exhaustion.

After a particularly grueling day of council meetings, overseeing Hextech developments, and dodging endless waves of criticism, Jayce found himself craving something simple and unassuming: solace.

He trudged through the place he shared with you, his boots heavy on the floor, his shoulders slumped. The weight of Piltover’s expectations had pressed into him all day, and he couldn’t shake it off. He barely managed a grunt of greeting as he walked in, his honey-brown eyes dull and tired.

You were curled up on the couch with a book, but the moment you saw him, you closed it without hesitation.

"Jayce?" you asked gently, concern lacing your voice.

His lips quirked up in a weary smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. "Just tired."

You scooted over on the couch, patting your lap invitingly. "Come here."

His head tilted like a curious puppy’s, and his eyes lit up ever so slightly. "Really?"

"Really," you said with a soft chuckle.

That was all the encouragement he needed. Jayce immediately kicked off his boots and collapsed onto the couch, resting his head in your lap with an audible sigh of relief. His broad frame barely fit on the couch, but he didn’t care—he melted against you like molten gold, his arm draping across your legs possessively.

"You’re warm," he murmured, his voice muffled by your shirt.

"You’re heavy," you teased, running your fingers through his thick, caramel-colored hair.

"Not too heavy, right?" His words had a hint of playfulness, but there was an undercurrent of vulnerability in them.

"Not at all," you assured him. "You’re perfect right where you are."

Jayce hummed contentedly, his eyes fluttering closed as your fingers worked their magic. You gently massaged his scalp, trailing your fingertips down to his temples and back again. It didn’t take long for his tense shoulders to relax, the strain of the day slowly melting away.

"You know," you said after a moment, "you really do remind me of a golden retriever sometimes."

His eyes snapped open, and he looked up at you, mock-offended. "Golden retriever?!"

"Yeah," you said, laughing softly. "All big and lovable and eager to please. Plus, you’ve got that golden-boy glow about you."

Jayce groaned but couldn’t hide the grin tugging at his lips. "Great. Now I’m Piltover’s mascot and your lapdog."

"Hey, don’t knock it," you said, leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead. "You make a very good lapdog."

He chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated through your legs. "Guess I’ll take it, as long as I get to stay here."

"As long as you need," you promised.

Jayce stayed there for hours, nestled in your lap, letting your touch and presence restore him in ways nothing else could. For Piltover, he might always be the Golden Boy, but for you, he was simply Jayce—the man who loved you, and sometimes, the man who just needed to be held.

[vivwritesfics]

Wedding Rescue

Abandoned at Lorenzo's wedding, you called upon your 'situationship' for help.

Oscar Piastri x Leclerc!Reader

"We're going soon," her brother whispered to her as she spoke to their aunt.

She waved him off, made a note of what he said, but continued to speak to their aunt. It was rare the entire Leclerc family got together, with Charles in F1, Arthur as a development driver and her in fashion school in London.

But this was Lorenzo's wedding. Of course the entire family had to get together.

Charles met her eye, tried to wave her over. He used to head to gesture to the exit and he thought she gave a nod. Thought.

Charles, Alexandra, and Arthur walked out of the venue. She should have been following them, she should have been behind them, ready to climb into the back of Charles's Ferrari with Arthur.

But she wasn't. She was catching up with aunts and uncles and cousins. She was enjoying spending time with her family.

Lorenzo sat beside her. "Congratulations, Enzo," she said as she threw her arms around him. It was so damn exciting, her big brother taking the steps to start a family of his own.

Lorenzo hugged her back. "Thank you, ma petite sœur," he replied. "Do you know where Charles is?"

Shit, Charles. Standing up, she grabbed her little purse. It held nothing but her phone, a phone that didn't have her bank card attached. "Probably by the car," she said as if it was nothing.

Kissing Lorenzo on the cheek, she rushed out of the venue.

But Charles was gone. Arthur and Alexandre were gone. The Ferrari was gone.

Fuck.

Pulling her phone from her purse, she held it up to her ear and waited for Charles to pick up. There was just a few seconds between the phone ringing and him answering.

"Are you not in the back of my car?"

"Do you think I'd be calling you from the back of the car?!" She tried not to shriek the words, tried not to draw the attention of the employees outside of the venue.

"Charles, seriously, come and pick me up." She knew she sounded spoilt and entitled, but that was her right as the little sister. But, also, he fucking abandoned her!

She heard Charles release a sharp breath. "I'll turn around when I can, but you're going to be there for a little while," he told her.

"Charles." She tried to fill her voice with warning, but that had never worked with Charles. And she couldn't give the puppy eyes over the phone.

"I'm sorry! I'm trying."

She let out a sigh. "Forget about it," she said, leaning against the nearest wall. But then she remembered just how expensive her dress was and stood up straight again. "I'll find another way home."

Everybody in the Ferrari knew what that meant. "Just let one of us know when you're there," Charles said. "Love you."

"Love you." She hung up.

For a moment, she considered it. They weren't really a thing, and she had no idea if he would bother picking her up. It would be nice though, if he saw her in this dress. If he saw her with her hair and makeup this perfect. A rare sight for him.

Fuck it. She opened her phone and dialled his number. "Can you pick me up? I'm stuck," she said into the phone, holding her bag against her chest.

"Aren't you at your brothers wedding?" He asked.

She pulled her lip between her teeth. Her brothers didn't know about them; it wouldn't have been a surprise if he said no. But she continued speaking. "Charles abandoned me here and I don't want to bother Lorenzo," she explained quickly.

It was warm, as long as she stood in the sun. Crossing her fingers, she waited for his answer. Please, please, please.

Nothing.

Please.

"Send me your location."

"Thank you, Oscar!" She cried. "I swear I'll make it up to you!"

She didn't have to make it up to him, she should have known. But Oscar kept that information in his back pocket.

He wasted no time in climbing in his car and driving to pick her up. The girl he wanted to ask to be his. The girl he wasn't yet brave enough to ask out.

Oscar loved having her in his car. She belonged in his passenger seat, her shoes off, holding his hand between him changing gear.

He saw her before she saw him. A pretty blue dress, a square sort of neckline and straps that went wider over the top of her shoulders. Flowers were dotted all over the bodice and longer skirt.

It fit her like a glove, forcing Oscar to tear his eyes away before he crashed his car. He parked and leaned over the centre console to push open the door.

Grinning, she held her skirt as she climbed into his car. "You're quite literally the best," she said as she settled down, her purse in her lap.

Oscar glanced at her once before he began driving away. "Good wedding?" He asked as she undid the straps on her heels and pulled them off.

"Yeah," she said, throwing her heels into her back seat. "Could have done with a plus one, though."

Her hand touched his. Oscar turned his hand over, palm up, and let her lace her fingers through his.

Part of her wanted to invite Oscar to Lorenzo's wedding as her plus one. But that would mean explaining to her brothers why he was there. Oscar was great, the best of them (them being the driver's she'd managed to get to know), but she wasn't ready to explain anything to her brothers.

There wasn't anything to explain to her brothers, yet.

"You just back in Monaco for the wedding?" Oscar asked her, his thumb moving absentmindedly moving over her hand. But he let go of her to change gear and then grabbed her hand again.

She let out a hum, her body turned towards him. She kept her head against the headrest, watching him as he drove.

"Heading back to London tomorrow," she answered and yawned. It had been a fun day, but it had been exhausting.

Oscar raised his eyebrows. "Are you staying with your mum while you're here?" He asked. Purely because he needed to know where to drop her off, right?

She nodded her head. "Yeah, but I'm sure she wouldn't mind if I went to stay with somebody else for the night."

Driving, Oscar couldn't see the way her eyes sparkled as she looked at him. But he knew exactly what she wanted from the tone of her voice alone. "Okay," he said, bringing her hands up to his lips.

He kissed the back of her hand as he drove past her mother's apartment, driving her back to his.

[hoesoflamentation]

⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊ 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘷𝘦 ⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊ toji fushiguro x f!reader, 18+

// content warnings for babysitter!reader x boss!toji, age gap, power dynamic, fingering, oral (both m&f receiving), rimming (f receiving), p-in-v sex, daddy kink, size kink, spanking / slapping

" W E ' R E headed for another heat wave! Rising temperatures have led to a heat advisory, so blast that air conditioning and stay indoors."

That meteorologist didn't need to tell you twice: you were already sweating in your strappy sundress. Despite both an air conditioner and a fan, the air was thick with the haze of summer.

The TV blasted the weather report in the background as you sat on the floor, coloring with little Megumi. He grasped the crayon in his tiny fist, wearing a serious frown that reminded you of his father.

You reached for the remote to change the channel to a children's show, then leaned over Megumi's shoulder.

"Whatcha drawing, buddy?" you asked curiously.

He scowled and hunched over the drawing protectively.

"A picture for my dad," Megumi grumbled.

You smiled.

"I bet he'll love it," you replied cheerfully. "Maybe he'll even hang it on the fridge."

For the briefest of moments, the dark cloud over Megumi's head lifted.

“…maybe," he agreed reluctantly.

Before long, playtime was interrupted by the sound of turning locks and heavy footsteps.

Megumi's father, Toji Fushiguro, walked into the living room and slung his bag and hard hat onto the floor. He was still dressed in his work clothes, covered in a fine layer of sawdust and sweat.

"Hi Daddy," Megumi greeted without looking up.

Megumi was still intensely focused on his artwork, his brow furrowed as he scribbled. He didn’t even seem to notice when you rose to your feet, leaving him the only one still laying on the floor.

Toji rubbed his scarred mouth, doing his best to hide a smirk.

"Hey, kid," he greeted. "What are ya drawing?"

"I made you a picture." Megumi stared up at his father with bulging, round eyes. "Do you... like it?"

"Nah," Toji teased.

Megumi's face fell. Toji chuckled and ruffled his son's hair before dropping the punchline: “I love it. I'm gonna hang it in my locker at work. All the guys will be jealous."

Megumi beamed. Meanwhile, you seized the rare opportunity to sneak a glance at Toji, blushing at the way his sweaty shirt clung to his bulging muscles.

When you first started nannying for the Fushiguros, you were terrified of Toji. Soon, however, you realized that no matter how intimidating he looked, Toji Fushiguro was nothing but a big teddy bear when it came to his son.

As cliche as it was to admit it, you could say you had developed a little bit of a crush on your boss.

“Oh, right,” Toji blurted.

He fished around in his pocket and pulled out a crumpled handful of fifty dollar bills.

“This is for you, for this week…and last.” Toji cleared his throat awkwardly. “Thanks for understanding. About the, uh, money thing.”

You tried not to stammer as your face flustered.

“Really, Mr. Fushiguro, it’s no problem… watching Megumi is my pleasure.”

Toji frowned, his face crinkling in the same genetic pattern as his son’s.

“How many times do I have to tell you, Y/n?" He rolled his eyes. "Call me Toji.”

Your cheeks burned while testing out the moniker.

“R-right… uh, Toji.”

Truth be told, you had been avoiding using his first name. It was dangerous to let yourself get too attached; dangerous to give into a fantasy that would never, could never, happen.

Toji cocked his head. He eyed you curiously as you stood before him, open-mouthed. You were too flustered to even consider what he could be thinking about.

“…well, take care of yourself, Y/n," Toji finally said.

You nodded in agreement as you gathered your things with a hard swallow, giving Megumi a pat on the head in parting.

“I’ll be back on Monday, alright?”

Once again, Megumi didn’t look up from his artwork. He had pushed aside his first drawing: an assignment from school, to draw a picture of his family.

Stick figure versions of both you and Toji stood on either side of Megumi, both of you holding his hands and wearing big grins. The sight of it made you smile, then frown.

You wondered how Toji would feel when he noticed that Megumi had included you in his “family portrait.” It had been a long time since Megumi had lost his mom, but you sincerely hoped you hadn’t overstepped any boundaries.

Well, at least one person didn’t seem worried. Now, Megumi was scribbling what appeared to be a dog in black crayon.

“See you later, Miss Y/n,” Megumi said, without so much as a blink.

You shook your head with a smile and gave him a little wave. “Bye, Megs.”

As you turned to head out the front door, you were interrupted by a beefy forearm thrust against the wall, painfully close to brushing the bare skin of your exposed shoulder.

Goosebumps broke out along both of your arms as you looked up at Toji from beneath your lashes. He wore a serious, almost threatening expression, tracing his tongue along his lower lip like he was tasting blood.

Your heart raced as his breath blew warm and sweet against your face. You could almost taste a faint hint of breath mints mixed with tobacco smoke; could almost smell a tantalizing whiff of his musky cologne.

“Um, did I forget something?” you mumbled bashfully.

The moment you made eye contact, Toji seemed to break out of whatever trance he was in. He blinked hard and took a big step back.

“Uh, no. Just… stay cool out there.” Toji awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, muscles flexing underneath his sweaty shirt. “Heard this week’s supposed to be a scorcher.”

You folded your arms across your cleavage, stopping your hard nipples from peeking through the eyelet lace of your dress. Hot as it was, Toji’s attentive gaze sent shivers down your spine.

“Yeah," you exhaled breathlessly, "I’m feeling hot just thinking about it.”

─── ⋆��☆⋅⋆ ───

On Monday, the cruel sun continued to blaze even as Toji was getting home from a long day’s work outside. And for the first time since leaving his criminal past behind, he felt bloodthirsty.

Something about the way those denim shorts hugged your perfectly-round ass had him pinned by the throat… or, more accurately, wanting to pin you by yours.

You were chasing after Megumi and his friend Yuji, playing a game of 'floor-is-lava,' when Toji arrived home.

When you bent down to scoop up Megumi in a playful airlift, Toji wondered if this was a special kind of torture invented just for him. After all, the only thing that could possibly make him want you more than seeing you bend over in that outfit was seeing the way you acted with his kid.

You were so caught up in the game that you didn’t even notice Toji come home until Megumi said something mid-air.

“Hi, Daddy.”

You gently placed Megumi on the ground, dusted off your skimpy outfit, and flashed Toji those innocent doe eyes of yours.

“Welcome home, Mr…" You swallowed, then rephrased: "-um, Toji.”

Toji. Hearing you finally say his name, after months of telling you to stop calling him damn “Mr. Fushiguro,” was the last straw.

It was all he could do to push away the intrusive thoughts of you breathlessly screaming his name — Toji, Toji, Toji! — as he plowed into you from behind…

…was it just him, or had the air conditioner stopped working?

But before Toji could say anything to save himself, the neighbor’s brat Yuji ran up to him and pulled on his pants leg.

“Hi Mr. Fushiguro!" Yuji exclaimed with a grin. "Want to play 'the floor is lava' with us?”

Toji couldn’t take the heat anymore. He had to do something.

“Sorry, kid, can’t," he grumbled. "Got to talk to Miss Y/n for a second.”

Megumi suddenly ran out from behind your legs and tugged on his dad's pants.

“Can I come with you?” he mumbled, barely audible.

Yuji jumped up and waved his hands around, seeming to fill the whole room with his clumsy limbs. “Me too! Me too!”

Toji ruffled Megumi’s hair with a chuckle.

“Not this time, kid," he said fondly. "Got to talk about grown-up stuff. Go hang out with Yuji in your room.”

Megumi heaved a sigh.

“Okay... Come on, Yuji.”

Megumi grabbed the pink-haired boy’s hand and dragged him up the stairs. Yuji stumbled after him, making no effort to lower his voice as he questioned, “What do you think they’re going to talk about? Do you think they’re going to kiss?”

Toji’s cheeks burned as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Sorry ‘bout him," he mumbled. "I appreciate you watching ‘em both.”

You shifted awkwardly. “I don’t mind. At least Megumi seemed to have fun.”

Nervously, you took a step closer. “So... what did you want to talk about?”

Your voice shook slightly, as if you were afraid to get in trouble. Toji, on the other hand, knew he was already in deep. You were close enough now to give him bad ideas, like reaching out to put his hand on your thigh, or slowly sliding it up higher…

Toji cleared his throat. “Uh, it’s-“

Well, shit. He hadn’t thought this far ahead.

“-it’s about your outfit,” he blurted.

You cocked your head slightly. “My outfit?”

Your voice took on a teasing tone. “I didn’t realize you were into fashion, Toji.”

And Toji hadn’t realized you were such a brat. Your attitude only made his body temperature climb even higher.

You were exactly his kind of woman - minus about 20 years. And here you were walking around, teasing him, with no idea what you were doing to him.

It had to be some kind of cruel punishment, delivered straight from God himself. Toji was growing impatient.

“I don’t give a shit about fashion, Y/n," he fired back. "I called you here to ask you what the hell you were thinking, wearing that to work.”

“This, really?” You raised your eyebrows, squirming uncomfortably under his intense stare. “It’s just shorts and a T-shirt.”

‘Just’ shorts and a T-shirt? Yeah, right.

“You call those shorts?" Toji snorted. "They barely cover your ass cheeks.”

His eyes lingered on the hem a moment too long, the borderline pornographic way the denim rode up between your soft, fleshy thighs.

“And that shirt is practically see-through.”

Toji's gaze traveled up your torso, fixating on your supple breasts and hardened nipples underneath the thin white fabric...

...he found it infuriating. How could you not have noticed what you were doing to him? How could you not have expected it, when you left the house looking like that - looking like a chew toy ready to be torn into shreds?

You gulped. Toji must have scared the shit out of you, but he simply couldn’t bring himself to care. In that moment, he swore you deserved it.

“I’m sorry, Toji-“

“Sir,” Toji interrupted, unable to help himself. “Call me sir.”

You might have been confused by his mixed signals — after all, he had asked you to call him Toji a million times — but if you were, you didn’t let it show.

Your reply came out as a mere whimper: “Sorry, sir.”

Fuck. The breathless tone of your voice sent shivers down Toji’s spine.

Toji turned to brace himself against the kitchen countertop, making a pathetic effort to conceal the hardening bulge in his jeans. His knuckles went white as he gripped the marble with the same force he wanted to use to pin your wrists against his headboard.

“...go home, Y/n,” Toji finally choked out, his voice low and hoarse. “And wear something different tomorrow. Unless you want me to do something stupid.”

Wide-eyed, you nodded hard, quickly gathering up your things and clutching them close to your heart. You made a beeline for the door, while Toji stood frozen in place, chest heaving.

He half-expected you to quit right then and there. But before you could rush out the door, you turned over your shoulder and called out, “See you tomorrow, sir!”

The door slammed behind you, and Toji let out a breath he hadn’t known he was holding as he moaned into his hands.

"What the hell is she doing to me?"

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

You figured Toji probably didn’t mean it. After all, he was ten years your senior, and probably much more experienced.

When you woke in the middle of the night, sheets drenched in sweat from the unbearable temperature, you wondered if it could have been some kind of shared fever dream brought on by the heat wave...

...but even knowing you were hallucinating didn’t stop you from riding the hell out of your vibrator. For what felt like hours, you whimpered Toji’s name until you eventually drifted back to sleep.

Your heart raced with anxiety as you showed up to work the next day and rang the doorbell.

Awkwardly, you tugged at the hem of your too-short skirt and skin-tight camisole, wondering if you should throw on the extra shirt you had thrown into your bag this morning - just in case you changed your mind.

Had you mistaken him? Had you taken Toji’s words too close to heart; decided to hear only what you wanted to hear?

The door swung open, and Toji’s jaw clenched. His hands balled into fists at his sides.

You waited in the scorching heat for what felt like an eternity, sweat beading on your back as the sun beat down on your exposed skin.

Then: “Remember what I said to ya yesterday?”

You nodded, knees suddenly growing weak.

Toji dropped his head and swore, running a calloused hand through his shaggy hair.

“Fucking hell, then…” He laughed as if in disbelief, then looked up at you with a hungry smirk. “Don’t say I didn’t warn ya.”

In an effortless swoop, Toji picked you up with one arm and tangled the other in your hair. You wrapped your legs around him instinctively while he backed you both toward the bedroom, feeling his enormous bulge press into your stomach as he parted your lips with his own.

Toji kissed you hard and deliberately, as if he had carefully planned out each stroke of his tongue - as if he had been rehearsing this moment for weeks in his head.

“Wait, what about Megumi?” you asked breathlessly as Toji threw you down on the mattress.

“Still asleep,” Toji growled into your neck, nipping at your earlobe.

You nuzzled into his chest to hide your smile as Toji, your boss, left violet marks on your shoulder…

Coming to work early had certainly paid off.

“Dunno what the hell I’m thinking, messin' with a girl this young-“ he grumbled into your skin, licking stripes down your neck as his other hand slid under your top.

“-damn, Y/n - no bra?” You yelped softly as his rough fingers began to toy with your nipples. “Ya really came here begging for it, huh?”

Your cheeks burned hot as you realized there was no more denying how intentionally you had planned this moment… but Toji only laughed, his teeth grazing your shoulder.

“A stronger man might’ve fired ya, y’know,” he murmured into your skin.

Toji forced his knee between your legs, coating the denim in your slick.

“Fuck, no panties, either?" He shook his head and laughed. "Girl, you’re either brave or crazy.”

“Sorry,” you mumbled, turning to hide your embarrassment in Toji’s satin sheets.

“Sorry?” Toji scoffed. He grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him. “Don’t make me laugh.”

In an unexpected move, he kissed you sweetly, allowing his lips to linger; a string of saliva connecting you even as he pulled away.

“You’re gorgeous, ya know that?" Toji snorted at his own thoughts. "And I’m...probably old enough to be your dad.”

You furrowed your brow, absentmindedly trailing a hand down Toji’s clothed spine.

“I don’t think of you as old," you gulped, avoiding his eyes. “But...you’re probably a lot more experienced than I am.”

Toji snorted. “Don’t tell me you’re worried about impressin’ me, girl.”

You glared at him stubbornly as a shit-eating grin crept its way onto his face. Of course he was right, but you weren’t about to let him know that.

A sharp breath escaped your lips as Toji rolled on top of you. One hand pinned your wrists above your head; the other bunched the hem of your tank top under your breasts.

“Sweetheart," Toji hummed, "lookin' like that... you couldn’t disappoint me if you tried.”

He leaned down and pecked you on the lips for emphasis.

In one skilled maneuver, Toji flipped you onto your stomach and pressed his weight down on top of you. One hand reached around to roughly tug at your breasts, while the other lifted your skirt to expose your needy little cunt.

Soon, you found yourself babbling nonsense, tears threatening to burst as the worn-down pad of his finger circled your throbbing clit. Each of his touches seemed to know exactly what your body needed, as if he reached deep inside your subconscious to pull it out.

“That’s it, girl… let it all out,” Toji whispered into your ear, hushing you as you cried and moaned into the downy pillows. “Daddy’s got ya. And he’s gonna take good care of ya.”

He tongued your earlobe as you reached clumsily behind you to palm at the bulge in his jeans. You weren’t surprised that Toji knew exactly how to push your buttons… but what did surprise you is the way he groaned at even the slightest of your touches, hips bucking away from you as if every stroke of your hand made his skin burn.

“Hmmm, that’s not fair, Y/n,” Toji hissed between gritted teeth. His breath grew quicker and shallower with each of your sultry movements. “I’m not finished with ya yet.”

Toji dug his claws into your sides and pulled your arched hips up to meet his mouth. His enormous hands covered your ass cheeks as he spread them for a better view of his meal.

Toji groaned as he licked a long stripe from front to back, lapping up every last drop of the juices that threatened to drip onto the bedsheets. At the top, he prodded his tongue into your untouched asshole, relishing the way your tight walls puckered and clenched around his strokes.

“Fuck, Toji - more, more, more!” you mewled, drool running down your chin and into his pillow.

Toji chuckled into your puffy mound, his sweet vibrations sending a jolt between your legs. Your legs trembled as he plunged two fingers into your dripping cunt, a stream of your juices leaking onto the bedsheets. He kissed and kneaded at your luscious ass cheeks, hugging your thigh with one hand and eagerly trying to stuff every last drop of slime back inside with the other.

“Such a sloppy thing,” he babbled into your thigh. “Makin’ all this fucking mess f’me…for your daddy.

He palmed your ass, then hit it with a smack that reverberated through the walls.

“What should I do with ya, hm?”

You whimpered as he pressed you deeper into the mattress, slapping your other ass cheek as he devoured your pussy.

“Should I let ya take my cock for a ride? Ya want big, bad ‘Mr. Fushiguro’ to fill ya up?” Toji cooed mockingly.

You were helpless to do anything but moan and rut your hips as Toji backed away from your cunt.

You rolled onto your back, leaning back on your elbows. Strings of your slick stuck to his stubbled chin, Toji made a big show of wiping it off with his thumb and stuffing it into your open mouth.

“C’mere, sweetheart," he said, holding your chin between his thumb and forefinger. "Show me how well you can suck."

Toji kneeled and unbuckled his belt as you leaned forward on all fours, tits dangling below your bunched-up shirt.

His cock sprung from his jeans, girthy and veiny and throbbing - and already leaking from the tip. You swirled your tongue over his head like a lollipop, mopping up every last drop.

“Hah, fuck, darlin’… you make that look too easy.” Toji smirked down at you as he pushed your head onto his length, thrusting back until his mushroom tip brushed your tonsils. “C’mon, I know ya can take more of it than that.”

He chuckled, tangling his hand in your hair, as you gagged on his pulsating shaft, your slobber pooling with the dark tufts of hair crowning his base.

“That’s it, girl, hah-“ Toji squeezed his eyes shut as yours bulged with the force of his thrusts. “Ah, fuck… you’re lost on boys your own age, ya know that? Ya telling me you’ve been runnin’ around givin’ head like this? To some fuckin’ kid who couldn’t even find a fuckin’ clit?”

Between slurps, you squeezed out a reply: “No, mmpf- this is just- hah- just for you, Toji- mmmph.”

"Fuck, Y/n." Toji pulled back, releasing his cock from your lips with a pop. He wrapped his hand lightly around your throat and gazed directly into your eyes. "Don’t go saying shit like that…. Daddy’s still got work to do, yeah?”

He leaned down for a sloppy kiss, filling your mouth with the taste of you. You were pretty sure you heard him mumble something like 'too pretty' into your lips — but to be honest, you were already too dizzy with the thought of his cock splitting you open to remember anything else.

Toji pulled you onto his lap. You straddled him, hovering anxiously over his fat tip as your heart thudded in your ears.

“Go ahead, sweetheart,” Toji murmured, pressing his forehead against yours. “I know ya can take it...nice ‘n’ slow...”

Both of you gasped as you lowered yourself onto his shaft, his wide girth stretching your gummy walls. Every inch left you aching for the next one as you slowly tested his length, flooding around him.

“Tojiii,” you found yourself whining, in a desperate tone that made you sound like a stranger to yourself, “you're too big.”

Toji snickered. “Heh, not even halfway in and already begging for mercy?”

He slowly lifted his hips, pushing himself another inch further into your needy cunt.

“Thought you were better than that, darlin’," Toji teased with a grin.

You glared at him and, spitefully, sunk further down. Both of you gasped at the obscene squelching noises your pussy made as it gushed around his width.

“Fuck, that’s it,” Toji sighed. “Ride it just like that, mama.”

He dug his enormous fingers into your fleshy thighs, easily using you to milk his shaft. You dug your fingernails into his biceps, whimpering as he took one of your neglected breasts into his mouth.

Toji’s teeth grazed your nipples as he growled into your skin, bouncing you on his cock with an increasing sense of urgency. You felt yourself melt around him, a haze clouding your vision as your ears started to ring.

“Mmm, Toji, ‘m close,” you purred, closing your eyes as he released your tit with a pop.

From the cracks in his cool facade, you could tell Toji was approaching his high, too.

“Yeah, hah- I bet you are,” he teased with a chuckle. “You’re, mmf- a sensitive little thing, aren’t ya, sweetheart?”

You bit down on his shoulder, hiding your face in his muscles.

“Ah, fuck- what’s wrong, darlin’?” he teased cruelly.

Toji started to massage your hip creases with his thumbs, making you moan.

“Is this- hah- too much for ya?”

Too dizzy to speak, you nodded. He hummed, as if that were the answer he had been looking for.

“Oh, sweetheart," he laughed meanly, "I’m barely even touching ya.”

Toji thrust his hips upward, his dick curving into your cervix in a way that had you seeing stars. You bucked your hips, trying to run from the intense sensation, but he held you tight and pushed you down harder until electricity started to gather between your thighs.

“You telling me it’s- hah- this easy to make ya cum?” Toji stroked and pulled at the coarse hairs that crested your mound, his fingers inching dangerously close to your swollen clit. “At least give me a challenge next time.”

His palm rested on the soft pouch of your lower belly, thumb hovering over the sensitive nub. You let out an involuntary whine as his heat warmed your core.

“Talk t’me, girl," Toji hissed. "Is this what ya wanted?”

“Fuck- yes, Toji, that! Exactly that-“

The words barely escaped your lips before Toji pressed his thumb against your throbbing center, making quick, tantalizing circles over the hood.

Despite yourself, you were surprised that a man so rough knew how to be so gentle. Even as his cock was tearing you apart from the inside, Toji was able to control his touch just so.

You thanked him for his service by forcing him to bottom out inside of you, his balls hitting your slit with a wet ‘slap!’

“Shiiit, mama, that’s-“

Toji squeezed his eyes shut, tightening his grip on your waist with one hand. His other hand pressed down on the bulge in your stomach as his thumb kept up a consistent rhythm.

“Speechless?” you mocked.

Toji let out a deep rumble of frustration. “Nngh- think you’re cute, huh?”

He brushed his lips against yours, captured your lower lip between his teeth, and pulled back slowly.

“Shut up and cum for me, little girl.”

Toji gave your clit a punishing smack, and you felt your toes start to curl.

“Gonna cum,” you hummed.

“You on the pill?” Toji mumbled, nipping at your throat.

You nodded, your clit throbbing in anticipation of your imminent release.

Toji grinned maniacally. “Want me to cum inside f’you, sweetheart?”

His question alone was the final push. Your hole swelled around Toji’s thick shaft, dripping creamy fluid into a puddle around his base.

“Gonna, nngh- gonna take that as a yes,” Toji breathed as your clit shuddered beneath his touch.

“Yes, fuck, yes, cum in my pussy, fuck, cum with me, daddy!” you babbled mindlessly, tears and drool streaming down your fucked-out face in a sloppy concoction.

“Heh," Toji laughed, strands of hair clinging to his forehead with sweat. "As you wish, pretty girl.“

As if you weighed nothing, Toji wrapped his arms around you and folded on top of you. He lifted your legs atop his shoulders to plunge deeper inside of you, the veins in his muscular arms straining as he pants into your mouth, his swollen cock stretching the limits of your plush walls.

Streams of his warm seed flowed into your cunt as Toji closes his eyes, strands of black hair clinging to his forehead with sweat.

“Mmph!”

You were caught off guard as Toji violently captured your lips with his own. As he kissed you, you dared to wrap your hand around the back of his neck, pressing your forehead against him, watching him intently as he painted your walls white.

Without moving, or tearing his gaze away from yours, Toji hissed, “If you leave this bed, I’ll fire ya…do I make myself clear?”

The weatherman was right: this week was gonna be a scorcher.

a/n: i've been waiting for warmer weather to post this... well, it's HOT AF where i live this week, so i figured it's finally the time! i promise the final installment of short 'n' sweet is up next, i just thought i'd post this to hold you all over while you wait. hope you enjoy the treat xx.

[sapphirexsolarium]

Cruel Universe

tw: angst, character death (reader), hurt/no comfort, sylus x non-mc reader, couldn't proof read through the tears :')

wc: 1.1k

a/n: i rewrote this 4 times with several different plot points and completely abandoned the original plot i had, this is inspired by a fic i read with a similar plot line but i can't find it ; A ; if any of you recognize it please let me know so i can give proper credit

The loud thumping is incessant. Your breathing is slowed and you realize that thumping noise is the sound of your raging heartbeat in your ears. It's so loud. Obnoxious even.

Through the haze of your blurred vision you see him and her running to you.

"Oh good, they're safe." You think to yourself. In the end at least you could give him this.

-

"Do you think I'm a cruel man?"

You give pause, "I think you're pretty ruthless but cruel?", thinking over your answer.

"That's good to know." He quietly chuckles, polishing his gun.

"She called you cruel didn't she?" You try not to laugh but his glare makes you burst out into laughter.

"It's a little unfounded don't you think? We were just acquainted and she's already made assumptions about me." Sylus tries to reason with you but your laughter drowns out all notions of him winning you over.

-

"So, reincarnation huh?"

"Something like that." He shrugs indifferently after revealing to you his big, great secret.

"Wow… I didn't think the universe would be so kind to give us another chance much less reunite with our soulmates." You look up at the sky, streaks of reds, orange and pinks bleeding into the night sky as the sun slowly starts to peek out from the horizon.

"It's actually a curse."

"If my curse was to find my soulmate again… I think I'd be okay with that." The cold dawn bites into your skin and you pull your jacket tighter around your body. "There's hope in your curse. You'll find her again." That stings your chest a bit when you say that.

"I didn't think you'd be so sentimental." He pokes at your forehead before placing his jacket over your shoulders.

"A girl can dream about a love that transcends space and time." You wave off his hand, eyes downcast as you try to memorize the scent of his jacket. It's warm, smokey and a little bit sweet. You stare off into the distance as day breaks. You'll hold onto these small moments now, you can't afford to hope for anything more. "I hope you find her."

-

"What will you do now that she remembers?"

"Love her for the rest of my days." He softly smiles, looking out at the city skyline. Part of you is happy that he's happy and the other part feels like your chest has been hollowed out. Miss Hunter is one lucky girl.

You're fiddling with your switch blade when he asks, "What do you dream of?"

Your brows furrow, "Like when I'm asleep?"

He lets out an exasperated sigh, "No, silly. What are your dreams? Your grand schemes? The big goal in life?"

"Probably the same as yours."

He's surprised by your answer, "What ever do you mean?"

You don't meet his eyes, you're afraid you'll give yourself away. Instead you stare up at the night sky, "Find my soulmate, tell them I love them and live out the rest of my days with them." You're not really sure if that's your dream though. Especially when the one person you wish it to be, fundamentally cannot be. He's not yours. Never was. The universe said so, right?

"Oh…" He tries searching your eyes for an answer but you refuse to look at him. Maybe that's the answer he was looking for.

"…Do you really think that there's one perfect person out there for everyone?" You quietly ask, looking down as you hug your knees tighter to your body.

"No." It was his turn to surprise you. "Even with my destiny… I still believe love, even perfect love can exist anywhere and everywhere."

You look up at him for a moment before your lips break out into a teasing grin, "I didn't think you'd be so sentimental."

He rolls his eyes but smiles down at you, patting your head. "I think I'm developing some bad habits."

"I wonder why." You look down as he pats your head, the bittersweet smile hidden from his view.

-

The roaring fire surrounding you brings you back to your senses. The bright lights and sounds of distant sirens cloud your mind but one thing is certain, Sylus was in front of you. Holding your hand, looking so concerned, so worried. You've never seen him like this. Usually he's so confident and sure of himself.

"We'll go to the islands."

You chuckle, sputtering blood between your pained coughs. "Yeah… The beach house right?"

"Right. We'll eat whatever you want." His fingers holding onto your hand so tightly, it momentarily distracts you from the pain.

"That new cafe that opened?" Your breathing begins to labor, you're slipping away.

"Yes… And… And dancing. We'll dance the night away." Sylus, for the first time sounds so unsure. "You'll be alright."

"Dancing…" You softly smile, the idea of dancing with him under the moonlight feels too generous. Like you don't deserve that kind of bliss. After all, you're pining after a man who's in love with someone else.

What kind of person does that? You should've moved on but part of you selfishly held on. You held onto those soft, warm, quiet memories and told yourself that it was enough. You didn't need more.

What was your big dream? Your grand scheme? To love him. To love him for all eternity. Selfishly and quietly.

"Sylus…?" You try to hold on for a little longer but you can't feel the warmth of his hands anymore. You wanted more time, just a little more. "I'm scared."

"You'll be alright. I'm right here."

It's slipping away too fast. Your mind is swimming, filled with only him. You love him. You love him so much. You're hopelessly, desperately and pathetically in love with him. You're so scared that you won't be able to say it.

You look up at him, your eyes pleading to the universe to give you this one thing. It's okay if you can't have him. You understand that, you do. But you're begging, pleading for the universe to give you this at least.

"I… I love…" You try to push the words out with your final breath but it falls short. You weren't given the chance. In the end, you were denied your greatest wish even in death. In the end those words will always remain unsaid.

"No, please…" He squeezes your hand harder, watching the light fade from your eyes before you can say those words to him. He cradles your body in his arms. You feel so much smaller like this. He's never held you like this before and he's ashamed that this is the first and only time.

"I'm sorry." He murmurs against your forehead before pressing a kiss to it.

Perhaps the universe is not as kind as you made it out to be.

And perhaps, he is cruel.

"I love you too..."

[lucylockets]

oh nothing just thinking about mark grayson x super!reader.

super!reader, who is involved in her community. she uses her strength and flight to help build homeless shelters. she volunteers at soup kitchens. saves residents from burning buildings. helps old ladies cross the road. saves cats from trees. carries endangered animals away from hunting grounds. she turned the colours blue and red into a sign of hope, trust, and protection.

super!reader, who knows omniman before mark gets his powers.

super!reader, who enjoys omnimans company. sure, the man is a little grumpy and a bit . . . intense. but he’s the only one who she knows that understands missing their home planet. she talks to him about Krypton, and he listens. he talks to her about Viltrum, and she listens. she noticed that he seems very passionate about the planet, but doesn’t judge. she pins it as repressed homesickness.

super!reader, who points out they both have red capes with a certain excitement, like a child fitting in with the cool kids. nolan decides to keep her around. perhaps she’d swear loyalty to viltrum soon and help him with his mission.

she isn’t a member of the Teen Team, or Fight Force, and wants to keep it that way. she helps out when needed, of course. sometimes she’ll take care of matters on other planets for Cecil, but she doesn’t work for the GDA. nolan respects that.

there’s a few things they disagree about. super!reader has a strict ‘no-kill rule’. nolan doesn’t. she purses her lips as she watches nolan kill thousands of Flaxans.

“you realise they would just return to earth to kill even more humans?”

(insert big sigh) “but what if we set up a rehabilitation centre on their planet?”

“either put that laser vision to good use kid, or lift those buildings out of the way for me.”

super!reader, who is invited to the grayson house for dinner, and she accepts because she doesn’t have any family of her own (except for Krypto), and often struggles with domestic tasks.

super!reader, who loves helping debbie with dinner. she really likes the woman, and wants to be a good guest. except, she often forgets her own strength. after debbie cleaned up one too many smashed plates, she assigned super!reader to the job of setting the utensils on the table. she had to hide the forks she accidentally bent in half from debbie or else be banned from the kitchen forever.

mark grayson, who first meets super!reader at dinner. his dad came into the house, still in his suit, but this time had a girl hovering at his shoulder. literally hovering. she greets him with a kind smile and he instantly becomes awkward.

“so . . . uh, hi. I’m Mark.” He holds out his hand. Nolan blinks. Debbie smiles to herself.

“I’m (name).” She shakes his hand. Mark blushes at the skin contact.

“You can sit next to me.” He says far too quickly. He adds on: “if you want.”

mark grayson, who goes red when nolan expresses worries to super!reader about mark not developing powers, because why is his dad embarrassing him in front of the pretty girl?

he gives her a “thank you,” when she dismisses nolan’s worries with a laugh and a small hand wave. she claims there’s nothing to worry about. nolan’s eyes narrow, but he doesn’t speak about it anymore. she doesn’t actually have any qualifications to say that, but for some reason, her words seem to be took as the truth.

mark grayson, who practically wills himself to get powers sooner so he can join you and his dad (and impress you).

super!reader, who is excited for mark to get his powers. she looks forward to mark joining her and nolan on missions, and their hangouts will become so much more fun!

when mark does get his powers, he, super!reader, and krypto fly around the garden, playing catch with the dog.

mark loves krypto. debbie denied every request for a dog when he was younger, claiming that the animal would end up her responsibility and just add to her plate. so, krypto comes along with you. he’s a pretty friendly dog, but obviously especially loves superheroes a little more, because he flies excited circles around mark whenever he sees him.

mark grayson, who talks to super!reader about Seance Dog, and shows her the comics. he worries about her viewing him as a complete nerd, and she does tease him, but she listens to him talk. krypto took great interest in the hero dog, and seemed to become jealous whenever mark praised the character.

one time, super!reader found krypto in marks room, with ripped pieces of the comic around him, looking quite pleased with himself (if dogs can look like that). she had to fly across five states to get that issue and replace it before mark saw.

(she has to reassure krypto that he’s the only hero dog in her heart. she asks mark to tell him the same. he does.)

super!reader, who is asked by nolan to help with marks training. she helps mark with his flying, and is much kinder than his father while guiding him through the air. she jokes that she’s ready to catch him if he falls. mark laughs, but is secretly imagining it.

and one day, on some mission, she does catch him. he’s in her arms, bridal style, and she’s smirking at him. he goes red, and mumbles something about how he was “just about to catch himself.” she laughs. he’s never noticed how . . . firm her arms were before, but now he can feel them. after that, he has to make an effort to not stare at her arms for too long.

even though she’s helping nolan train mark, viltrumites can be different to kryptonians so she’s quiet for some parts. she laughs behind her hand as nolan asks mark to hit him and mark misses. mark punches her in the shoulder, and she gasps at the power which was able to send her away a few meters. she retaliates by sending him into the atmosphere. (all in good fun of course) (nolan gave them both a lecture on “professional and mature usage of powers.”)

super!reader, who likes her newfound trio of superhero’s. she laughs about their costumes. about how hers is red and blue, nolan’s is red, and marks is blue. she likes their matching colours, even if they’re different shades. because those colours mean something to her.

mark grayson, who asks super!reader about Krypton. what it’s like, if she misses it, the people, the customs, the language. she answers all his questions with a twinge of sadness and longing.

super!reader, who mutters and mumbles under her breath in kryptonian, and then looks up at mark as if expecting him to respond or nod at what she just said. mark blinks back at her and gives her a slow thumbs-up, hoping that it’s appropriate for whatever she just said.

super!reader, who over pronounces some words and has a discreet accent in her voice. mark loves it. he notices it and can’t quite place it to any country. he imitates her one day as a tease, but instantly regrets it when he sees her shoulders fall and she becomes quiet. she’s gifted to a million apologies from him, and now he only ever encourages her to talk because he “likes hearing her voice.”

super!reader, who scribbles notes to mark and nolan. they’re mostly updates on any long term missions, or sometimes notes of gratitude to debbie. except, her handwriting is the messiest any of them has ever seen and a lot of words are just simply indistinguishable. mark sneaks them into his pockets and keeps them.

super!reader, who tunes into marks heartbeat when the night goes quiet. she doesn’t know why it brings her a sense of calm to hear the steady thumping, but it does, so she doesn’t complain.

super!reader, who instantly bonds with atom eve at first meeting. she immediately loves the girl, as she’s her first female friend. she marvels at her powers, and atom eve marvels at super!readers. sometimes atom eve will construct a heavy object (like a car) and super!reader will bench it. it gives them a both a chance to show off.

one time super!reader asked nolan for a penny. he was confused, but handed her one anyway. she thanked him before excitedly pressing it into atom eves hand. she watched in awe as atom eve changed the faces into the different people she called out.

super!reader and atom eve, who whisper and giggle to each other over nonsense while mark rolls his eyes and mutters “girls . . .” under his breath.

mark grayson, who basks in the praise that super!reader gives him when he shows her his costume for the first time. she compliments the ‘i’ on it. he thanked her, but doesn’t admit that he took inspiration from the ‘S’ on her suit.

he does tell her eventually. months later, when they’re sitting on a rooftop somewhere. she smiles and says, “that’s flattering, but I didn’t choose the ‘S’ because of my name.”

he gives her a confused look and asks what it means then. she looks at the sky for a moment and replies, “on my planet, it means ‘hope.”

and that’s what she’s provided him with. that’s what she’s provided Earth with. and he couldn’t be more grateful.