#Extenders for Multiple Devices

[stellamarielu]

sweetheart part 2

declan o'hara x female reader

summary: after finding yourself in a rather compromising position with your boss, you're determined to confront him about his feelings which ultimately leads to the two of you in yet another compromising position.

content: nsfw, 18+, cursing, smut, like a lot of smut, low-key praise kink, choking (if you squint), dirty talk because duh, multiple orgasms, a little bit fluffy here and there

author's note: i'm sorry this took so long!! i got a little carried away with this one, oops. also realized while writing this that declan o'hara would for sure manhandle you while simultaneously whispering sweet nothings into your ear

read part 1 here

For the fourth week, you took Declan up on his offer to work late together. Except this time, you weren’t sitting in a stiff office chair, you were sat in a cozy armchair in Declan’s study in his home.

The last seven days at work had been filled with near silence. Neither you nor Declan daring to speak of what happened in his office on Thursday night. One week of awkward eye contact and minimal conversation. 7 days of you both knowing what took place between you but pretending to be oblivious.

You weren’t exactly sure what you expected to happen after the two of you were interrupted that night. Shortly after the phone call that took him away from your compromising position, Declan had abruptly ended the evening. Thanking you for working overtime and telling you to go home and get some rest. Your boss gave you little to no time to process what had just happened, let alone ask for clarification. 

The next morning Declan met you with his usual harmless smile, but his eyes were somewhat apologetic, and from that point on he had kept himself busy and away from you as much as possible. It began to feel like he was blatantly ignoring you and you were growing more annoyed by the day. If he was embarrassed by the whole situation and wanted to put it behind him, fine. But for him to make you feel stupid like this? Leaving you out of important meetings and causing you to miss out on work projects just because of some silly conversation about a smutty romance novel was absurd. Afterall he was the one who brought up the book in the first place. He was the one looking at you in such an inappropriate way. The dirty words spoken were from his lips not yours. So why on earth did it feel like you were the one being punished. 

But just as you had enough and built up the courage to march into his office demanding an explanation, you were met with an invitation. 

The same invitation that Declan extended to you week after week- to stay late and work with him.

Only this week he asked if you wouldn’t mind joining him at the Priory, his house.

He had apparently left some important work at home that morning and couldn’t continue without it. Your anxieties and annoyance around last week’s situation instantly faded.

There is no way Declan would be inviting you to his house after work hours if his true intention was to ignore you. He could have easily told you goodbye for the day and gone home to continue working without having you tag along. It begged the question- what were his true intentions then?

So of course, you accepted his invitation, packing up your things and following him out to the countryside. He led you straight to his study upon arriving and left you to your own devices for a few short minutes to fetch you both a drink.

You began searching the room with your eyes. It was strangely intimate being in Declan’s home. At work you had always taken note at how mundane Declan’s office was. There was almost no semblance of his personality, just blank walls and generic furniture.

What surrounded you now was so different.

His study was overflowing with character. Books piled high in numerous places within the room, each one dog eared and worn. Framed artwork adorned the walls. There were vintage trinkets laid out on the mantle of the fireplace. A record player sat in the corner of the room with a handful of vinyl lying underneath it. Two lamps lit the space, creating a much more relaxing ambiance than the florescent lights at coronium. Unlike the bulky desk that sat in his work office, the one in his study was much less intimidating. Still sturdy, it was made of a beautiful dark oak that was faded and rough from years of use. 

You preferred this workspace, it felt so much more like Declan. The room even smelt like him. 

You stood from your chair making your way to a small mountain of books on his desk. Grabbing a copy of Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein from the top you thumbed it noticing annotations throughout. You smiled to yourself imagining Declan at some point in his life reading the gothic novel and marking it for enjoyment. That’s what you liked about Declan, he was eccentric and scholarly. Deep and brooding but also witty and kind. There was so much to learn, and you truly loved getting to know him, he was unlike any man you had ever met. You were so hidden in thought about his many great qualities that you didn’t hear Declan's footsteps approaching behind you. 

“Whiskey?” His voice broke your train of thought.

“Oh- um yeah, thank you.” You spoke putting the book back on his desk and taking the glass from his extended hand. 

You looked down at the whiskey. When he had asked if you wanted something to drink you had assumed he would come back with something more tame like tea or water.

Nonetheless you took a swig of the alcohol, knowing you would need the liquid courage if you wanted to talk to him about his recent behavior.

“I see you’ve taken the liberty to go through my things.” The rhythm of his words were smooth, a chuckle hiding behind them.

He looked amused as he took a sip of his drink. The silent treatment he had been giving you lately made you realize you missed the sound of his voice.  

“Actually I think it was you who went through my things first, remember?” You playfully chide back at him.

“If my memory serves me correctly, I believe you were the one who set your dirty book down on my desk.” He held his glass to his lips as he spoke.

You let out a shaky breath. This was it. The first time either of you had even acknowledged your exchange from the previous week and you were ready to confront Declan for the way he had been acting ever since. 

“What’s going on Declan? You and I have always gotten along great, I thought we were working really well together. Does one silly conversation seriously ruin all of that? I mean I get it if you regret what happened that night, but you’re my boss and it’s really hard for me to do my job when you just ignore me. You’ve barely said a word to me this week and I’m starting to get freaked out that I’m going to get fired or something.” You ramble on- probably a bit too much. 

A worried look immediately takes over his face, eyes softening. He sets his glass down on the corner of his desk and takes a few steps closer to you. 

“Oh God no you’re not going to get fired. Jesus, I’m sorry I made you feel that badly.” He brings his palm up to rest on your cheek, holding your face gently in his hand causing your timid gaze to meet his. The feeling of his hand on you sending heat to your cheeks.

“I’m sorry for giving you the cold shoulder this week I just-“ he paused mid-sentence looking toward the ground and letting his eyes wander for a few seconds as he collected his thoughts. 

“I don’t regret it” 

You raise an eyebrow quizzically, silently asking him to go on. 

“I left that night, and I couldn’t stop thinkin’ about you. Every thought in my mind for the last seven days has been you; the sound of your laugh, the little blush on your cheeks when you’re embarrassed,” his eyes are glued to yours and you feel his thumb begin to rub back and forth softly on your face. 

“the warmth of your skin, the way you looked sitting underneath me. You’ve consumed me. And that’s not right, is it?” his question is clearly rhetorical, but you want to yell out in protest to keep his eyes and touch on you.

Nothing about the fluttering in your chest for the man standing in front of you feels wrong. 

Thankfully he keeps your face in his tender embrace as he continues,

“I’m your boss, I shouldn’t be thinkin’ about you like that. And I definitely shouldn’t have said the things I did last week.”

You couldn’t tell if it was embarrassment or disappointment that washed over you at his words, but it caused your gaze to fall from Declan’s eyes and onto the floor. You were now aware that he didn’t want you the same way you wanted him, and you couldn’t bear to look at him as he rejected you. You suddenly felt silly for thinking your feelings for him would have been reciprocated. 

His hand slid down to your jaw lifting your eyes to meet his again, gently forcing you to look at him as he spoke. 

“But I did say them, and I meant every word. And then like an arsehole, I tried to pretend like nothing happened because I thought maybe we could move on from it. I just don’t want to make this hard for you. I don’t want whatever happens between us to get in the way of your career. People talk, and I won’t be able to live with myself if you’re in some kind of Sunday morning gossip column for bein’ Declan O’Hara’s controversially young mistress.” 

Now it was his turn to ramble, but you were hanging onto every word. You had been waiting for some sort of explanation- for some sort of confession. You understood his worries and a part of you was even thankful for his concern for you and your career. But in this moment- the warmth of his fingertips melting into your skin and the intense, compassionate stare of his big brown eyes pushed any practical reasoning out of your mind. 

“Well maybe I want to be Declan O’Hara’s controversially young mistress.” Your smile was playful yet genuine as you spoke. 

Declan couldn’t help the laugh that escaped his lips shaking his head at your words. 

“I’m serious.”

“So am I. I’m a grown woman Declan. I understand that my actions have consequences. But I also can’t bring myself to care what anyone else thinks about what I’m doing or who I’m doing it with.” 

Before you know it Declan is grabbing the long forgotten whiskey glass from your hand and setting it aside on the desk. He takes another step forward closing the remaining gap between you. One hand still lazily resting on your jaw as he brings the other to snake around your waist. 

“I don’t think you realize how badly I wanted to hear you say that.” He sighs in relief. 

You can’t tell who initiates it but within seconds you’re pulling each other in, lips meeting and bodies touching. The kiss quickly grows heated with all the built-up tension and desire that’s been forced down for so long. His hands begin their descent on your body, roaming the sides of your torso holding and grasping as much of you as humanly possible. 

“How badly I’ve wanted to hear you tell me you want me.” His words are spoken against your lips, he can barely pull away from you.

“How badly I’ve wanted you bent over my desk.” His voice drops an octave, and he uses the hands that have been exploring your body to spin you around, so you’re pressed against his desk. You can feel him behind you, his body flush against yours, the arousal in his pants unmistakable against your backside. 

“I thought about it that night when I went home. Thought about how much I wished I would’ve ignored that phone call and taken you on my desk instead.” His voice was a low whisper in your ear, and you could feel his breath on your neck. 

His palms were flat against your abdomen holding you against his body.

You felt his right-hand slide from its position on your stomach only to find a new home gripping your backside. You could nearly hear Declan groan as he held a handful of your ass in his palm. You wanted him to keep touching you like this, clutching your body in his rough hands. You never realized your deep desire to be manhandled by him until Declan held you like this. 

“Sweetheart, I could never regret the things I said to you last week.”

His grip on your ass was gone, and you let out an unsteady breath at the loss of contact. The breath turned into a whine when you felt Declan’s hand slide underneath your dress. Still pressed against the desk, you involuntarily leaned your upper body forward over the furniture pushing your bottom half further into his touch. You were so desperate to have him between your legs you didn’t care how pathetic your actions were. 

“My God darlin, you’re gonna be the death of me.” He hums and you can feel his touch tracing over you’re embarrassingly soaked underwear.

He hooks a single finger underneath the material pulling it to the side and a rush of cool air meets your damp core causing you to clench around nothing. 

“Tell me to stop and I will.” Declan’s voice is so quiet behind you, you’re convinced he didn’t want you to hear his offer. 

“Don’t. please don’t stop.” You manage to sound somewhat composed even though you’re falling apart under Declan’s touch that hasn’t even found you yet. 

“Never in a million years did I think I’d have you like this, bent over and beggin’ for me.” You can’t see him, but you know for a fact there’s a smirk on his face.

Just as you’re about to plead with him again you feel two of his fingers gather the wetness pooling at your center and slowly push into you. You almost roll your eyes in pleasure, but not because of the gratification of Declan’s thick fingers stretching you open. No- it’s the noise he makes from behind you as he lets his hand work between your legs that has you melting into him. An eager groan escapes his lips when he’s finally able to feel you, a sound that assures you that he’s enjoying this just as much as you. It’s enough to make you squeeze tighter around him. 

The movement of his right hand between your legs is gentle and methodical, on a mission to get you to your release. His left hand, however, is greedily pulling at your waist dragging your body further into him. 

Your gasps of pleasure are very clearly encouraging Declan, causing his fingers to quicken and curl into you. His change in rhythm brings a whimper to your lips.   

Declan’s free hand leaves your waist and begins roughly wandering your upper body stopping when he reaches your neck. Gently grabbing your throat, he brings you back so that your body is flat against him. His fingers softly wrap around your neck, and you only want him to squeeze harder. You can feel him all over: his hand holding onto your throat, his heavy breath on your neck, his fingers curling in your heat, and his length pressing against your backside. It was almost too much, feeling him like this- having him like this.

With his hand still on your throat he places open mouthed kisses down the side of your neck.

“You don’t have to be so quiet darlin’, I want to hear you.” he murmurs into you, the hum of his voice on your skin giving you goosebumps. 

At his request you allow the pleasure building in you to bubble out in a primal moan, finally allowing yourself to fully lose control under his touch. You could feel him smile into your neck at your sweet sounds filling his ears. 

The feeling of your release was becoming increasingly harder to ignore as Declan’s fingers continued to move within you. In a haze of desire for the man holding you, his name tumbles out of your mouth in a pathetic whine. 

As soon as Declan hears his name, he removes his fingers and abruptly turns you back around to face him. Within seconds he has you sitting on his desk, his body positioned between your open legs. His hand immediately finds its place back at your center, fingers fucking into you at the same pace as before. 

"Fuck- say my name like that again."

You oblige, moaning his name and grabbing onto his forearm, your fingernails digging into his skin.

“I want to watch your face when you cum sweetheart.” His voice is groggy, and his eyes are dark, clouded with hunger as you gaze into them. 

Declan adored your sweet eyes and innocent smile, but seeing the way you looked at him right now was something he never wanted to forget. Your eyes were glazed over with desire barely able to focus, and your mouth fell open in pleasure. It was something he had only ever thought about late at night with his hand wrapped around his cock. 

Adding fuel to the fire already burning within your body, Declan brought his free hand down to rub your clit causing your head to fall back. 

The feeling of his fingers on and in you had your walls shuddering around him. The threat of your peak was so close, and Declan knew it. 

“I’ve got you. Come on. Cum for me angel.” 

The sweet words leave Declan’s lips in a kind whisper and it’s enough to push you right off the edge. Your body tenses and jolts and you find Declan’s name on your tongue repeatedly as you completely let go under his touch. 

Both of your breaths are labored as he slowly pumps his fingers in and out of you a few more times, milking your pleasure.

You barely give yourself enough time to recover from your climax before you’re reaching for Declan, pulling him closer by his belt. You let your hands wander lower palming his length through his pants. His forehead falls against yours and his eyes close in indulgence, a quivering breath evading him. 

“Feel how badly I want to be inside you?” his accent is think and heavy as he speaks.

Those words have your hands fumbling with his belt. You need it gone. You need to have Declan in your hands, in your mouth, in you. You didn’t care you just needed his pants off. 

It’s like he can read your mind because his large hands are instantly assisting you. Watching him undo his belt you shuffle your now soaked and useless panties down your legs. 

With his belt and pants finally off you took him in your hand and Declan immediately grabbed onto your waist, his fingertips threatening to leave a mark in their wake.

He couldn’t handle how sweet and soft your hold on his cock was. He was throbbing in your hand, his patience was almost nonexistent as he guided the both of you so his length was lined up at your entrance.   

You were both staring at each other now. Not a single word shared between you, just heaving breaths and warm touches.

His eyebrows furrowed in pleasure as he pushed into you inch by inch. Your hands trailed their way into his hair, burying your fingertips in his curls at the feeling of him filling you. 

He’s pressed into you to the hilt and stays there for a moment waiting to feel your walls relax around him before he moves. 

“Feel okay darlin?” He’s checking on you in a gruff tone, unable to hold back the starvation for you in his voice. 

“Mhmm” You answer in a hum, giving a small nod of your head causing your foreheads to bump into each other. 

Declan’s gaze falls from your eyes and looks down to where your two bodies meet, looking down to watch the way you’re greedily sucking him in. He watches himself slowly pull out just to plunge right back in. His thrusts are passionate and deep, every inch of him feeling every inch of you. 

He knows he won’t last long- not when this is all he’s thought about for months. Playing all of the different scenarios that end with you screaming his name like a movie in his head. Dreaming of what you would feel like wrapped around him like this.

Watching you take him so easily while you sat in his home on his desk had his cock twitching inside you. 

When his eyes meet yours again, he couldn’t help but notice your jaw falling slack. You were fucked out and losing your composure and it filled Declan with a satisfied arrogance.

“You look so pretty takin’ me like that sweetheart.” Given your indecent position his voice shouldn’t be so sincere. 

“So pretty when you cum too.” The words drip from his lips like honey. 

“Think you can give me another one?”

You’re drowning in the syrupiness of his sweet nothings. His words have you squeezing and pulling him deeper into your walls. His hand falls between you, playing with your clit. The already swollen and sensitive bundle of nerves practically vibrating under his fingertips. 

His thrusts are deep and precise; finding the perfect spongey spot that has you gripping his hair tighter and moaning profanities.  

“I wanna feel you sweet girl.”

You let your forehead fall to the nape of his neck as Declan bottoms out in you repeatedly. His fingers are moving in delicate circles over your clit and you can feel your legs start to tremble.

“C’mon let me feel you cum around me. Let me feel it.” 

He’s grunting and pleading and moaning, and you can’t help but give him what he wants. You instinctively bite down on his shoulder to keep from screaming.

Feeling your walls tightening around him has Declan roughly grabbing at your hips, holding you still as he drives into you taking what he wants. 

“Oh darlin’ yes- Fuck you feel so good squeezin’ me like that.” 

You have Declan in a trance: the sweet sting of your mouth on his shoulder, the soft flesh he’s grasping in his hands, the tight little cunt around him all nice and warm, the precious little whimpers leaving your lips. He swears this is heaven and he’s determined to have you in every way possible.

Screw what the tabloids want to say about it. 

You pull your head back to meet his eyes and he can’t take it anymore. The pressure building inside finally sets off and Declan comes undone with a string of moans and sighs finally giving into his release and filling you with heat. 

Both of you are silent for a moment, out of breath and struggling to find the words to speak. Your eyes are still locked on one another when you feel Declans hands reach for your arms trailing his fingertips lightly on your skin. 

“That needs to happen again.” Declan breaks the silence, his voice barely above a whisper.

He’s wearing a dopey lovesick smile that unleashes butterflies in your stomach.

“And again-” He places a kiss on your forehead.

“And again-” He kisses you once on the cheek.

“And then a few more times for good measure.” His lips meet yours in a gentle embrace.

“Well, I guess cheers to being Declan O’Hara’s controversially young mistress then” You joke causing Declan to chuckle darkly hiding his face in the crook of your neck.  

my masterlist

[lordprettyflackotara]

noise || hoody

SMUT. MINORS DNI. 18+. remember when i talked about this hoody fic 509 years ago? yeah here it is. also yeS i am aware masky & hoody belong to marble hornets this is the only time im going to address this💀 we are in 2024 in this fandom WE KNOW. anyways enjoy !! <3

If there was anything you could’ve changed about your life, you had a particular decision in mind.

Being a desperate college student for cash, babysitting and dog walking wasn’t paying the off the debt you were accumulating.

You had scoured Craigslist, confident that there would be an odd job you’d be able to accomplish for quick cash.

Looking back you wish you had known quick cash wouldn’t come easy.

A posting offering $5k a week fell into your lap about a week later. The details seemed easy enough. The ability to clean an older mansion, whilst keeping the identities of the multiple infamous residents that resided there a secret seemed like a piece of cake.

What the posting didn’t list, was that the infamous residents were unhinged killers. Some of which you couldn’t even categorize as human.

It also didn’t list that your position would be residing in the mansion, permanently.

Being a maid in the Slenderman mansion was, in lack of better words: fucking terrifying.

The residents operated at odd hours. No matter what time you cleaned, you always received the displeasure of running into someone.

The longer you stayed, the longer paranoia began to settle in. Ben Drowned, the poster of the Craigslist ad, was a perv. You learned to stray away from electronic devices he could peep his head through. Jeff the killer, one of the most unhinged, had a short temper. He was one of the first ones to opt out of having his room cleaned by you, a decision you silently praised after walking by and seeing how filthy it was.

The next to opt out with a demonic creature named Eyeless Jack, one who specifically requested you stay out of his medical lab. Given all of the blood and goop you had mopped up at this point, a fear of being eaten led you to offering to clean it regardless. EJ knew you wouldn’t be able to handle it, given his ‘hobbies’ were the most gore filled of the mansions residents. It didn’t surprise him when you left the lab green, puking immediately in a bucket he had placed beside the door for you.

The other members whose names you were obligated to memorize, Jane, Clockwork, Jason the something maker, all were rarely home. You learned to steer clear of Jason’s workshop, the dolls he made often speaking to you as if they had souls. The only three other residents who lived in the mansion full time (minus its owner), were what you learned to be proxies. These proxies, two of them at least, seemed to be human just like you.

Ticci Toby’s mortality was still up in the air for you. He once had tripped and fallen after you had mopped the floors, landing on the marble face first. He got up like nothing happened, giggling to himself about ‘how wet you made the floor’. After observing him throw axes in the training room, you decided to steer clear of him.

Masky seemed to be the trio’s leader, his face consistently hidden behind a doll resembling mask. He avoided you like the plague, skipping the formalities and acting as if you didn’t exist. You never asked questions, not knowing how long anyone had truly been here. But Masky in particular seemed a bit older than everyone, when you accidentally stumbled upon him coming home late one night from a mission. His nose was trailing blood, his mask broken in half. You ensured to avoid eye contact, but extended a wet washcloth to him so he could attend to his nose.

After that your dynamic remained the same for the most part. Except when both of you occupied a room together, neither of you made an effort to beeline to the door.

Hoody was the last proxy, the one that made you more at ease than the others. Hoody had spoken a grand total of maybe ten words to you, introducing himself and Masky before dashing out of the back door. The only time you really saw him was when you cleaned his room, the man doing a poor job of pretending to read magazines while you cleaned. Other than that, you only caught glimpses of the proxies when they came home in the late hours of the night from missions.

Most of the time they were soaked in blood. In a couple of odd occasions you had to assist them in carrying one another up to Eyeless Jack’s medical lab. You couldn’t figure out why the proxies were here, two humans not seeming to fit in with the rest of misfits that resided here. You had no idea soon enough you’d be up close and personal.

Late night was when you preferred to clean, most of the killers away from the mansion and out hunting. The existence of the residents here only existed because of their dedication to keep their identities a secret. Night time was the perfect cover, for them and for you. You were leaning over the kitchen sink, scrubbing at a particular stubborn pot when you heard the back door open. You tried very hard not to stare, not wanting to gain unwanted attention.

You glanced up briefly, catching a glance of Toby’s and Masky’s familiar figures as they trudged upstairs. “He cost us that fucking mission, Slender’s gonna be so pissed off,” Masky growled, rounding the corner of the kitchen. Toby trailed behind him, an axe dripping blood slung over his shoulder. “Y-yeah, what w-w-was he thinking?!” Toby exclaimed, his stuttering something you had grown accustomed to. You noted Hoody’s absence, your eyebrows raising as you returned your gaze to the pot.

The sound of doors slamming echoed through out the other wise quiet mansion, the silence fulfilling you with some sort of ease. It didn’t take long for the final proxy to stumble into frame, his hand cupping his face. You weren’t forbidden from interacting with the mansions residents, your urge to help sweeping over you. Hoody was awkwardly stumbling, immediately leaning onto you for support as you helped him stay standing.

“I got it,” He huffed. His usual ski mask was half raised, the bottom half of his face revealed to you for the first time. His chin and upper lip had surprisingly clean cut facial hair, kept to a minimum. You guided him around the counter, helping him sit onto the kitchen counter by the sink. Hastily he shoved his yellow hood off of his head, yanking the ski mask off with it. You were surprised a normal human being stared back at you, a large gash sliced across his cheek.

“Jesus Christ,” You muttered. You grabbed a clean wash cloth, running it under cold water. “Didnt ask for your commentary doll,” Hoody said dryly. You swallowed, wringing out the excess water. You could’ve done what you did with Masky, handing him the washcloth and wishing him a silent farewell. But instead you didn’t. “Sorry,” You mumbled. You craved human contact, any kind of human contact. Brushing off your skirt you stepped in between his legs, leaning forward.

You were careful to avoid eye contact, focusing on dabbing the wound. Hoody silently winched under the feeling, inhaling through his teeth. As gently as you could you dabbed away the blood. “Do you want me to get EJ?” You asked. Hoody’s face was stone cold, from what you could see out of the corner of your eye anyways. “Dont bother, i’m sure he’s sick of patching us up all the time,” He grumbled. The wound didn’t look deep, just very long. Thankfully most of the blood was gone, the rest of his face covered in specs of dry blood (that you presumed to not be his) and dirt.

Turning on the sink you washed out the washcloth, the crimson paint drifting off down the drain with the water. You then returned to Hoody, wiping off his face. You weren’t sure what compelled you to be so compassionate, Hoody’s eyes fluttering shut. He took a deep breath, his shoulders seemingly relaxing. You were gentle of course, not wanting to piss the killer in front of you off. But even Hoody knew your action wasn’t callous.

Once you were done you awkwardly stepped aside, putting the rag in the sink. “You want a cig?” Hoody asked. He dug in his jeans, pulling out a beat up cigarette box. “Is this your way of showing gratitude?” You asked. The man in front of you smiled, extending you the box. “This right here is the only kind of buzz you’re getting around here doll,” He explained, allowing himself to half smile. You had never smoked a cigarette before, nor had you really planned on it. Not like it mattered now.

You put one to your lips like people did in movies, watching Hoody do the same. He pulled out a lighter, flicking it and igniting the end of his cigarette. You leaned forward, watching Hoody attempt to flick the lighter again. The flame refused to ignite, the sight of small sparks making him sigh. “Masky always takes the good lighters,” He muttered. He inhaled his cigarette, blowing the smoke to the right. You found the gesture of attempting to not violate you with smoke a little sweet.

“Well I appreciate the offer. I’ve never smoked a cigarette anyways,” You admit. Hoody shook his head. “That just won’t do then. Put it to your lips and stay still,” He ordered. You did as instructed, watching him lean closer to you. His fingers went under your chin, keeping your head held high. You felt your face beginning to burn, the end of his cigarette lighting yours as you inhaled. You both avoided each others gazes, until the second he began to back away.

For a brief moment you shared eye contact, searching each other’s eyes. For what? You didn’t know. You properly inhaled, coughing immediately. “You guys like this stuff?” You asked in between coughs, continuing to choke. Hoody nonchalantly took another drag of his, watching you struggle. “It’ll grow on you, trust me. I didn’t like it at first either,” He confessed. Once you regained strength in your lungs you properly stood up. Hoody remained seated on the kitchen counter, with you standing beside him.

“How long have you been here?” You asked curiously. You were stepping over a hundred boundaries, ones you could die for if you stepped over the line too far. “A while,” Hoody answered honestly. You took another drag of your cigarette, the taste of tobacco growing on you. “How long are you going to be here?” Hoody countered. You exhaled, glancing back at the proxy. He had exhaled through his nose, boldly making eye contact with you.

“A while.”

You found the courage to turn around, facing him fully. “You aren’t lonely?” You asked. Hoody gave you a smile, tossing the bud of his cigarette into the nearby trashcan. “I am, are you?” He asked curiously. You followed his lead, tossing the bud of the cigarette into the trashcan. If it set the kitchen on fire, it wouldn’t be the worst thing to happen. “Yeah I am,” You admit. Hoody slid off of the counter, his tall height towering over you.

“Do you uh, wanna change that?” He asked. For a killer who had a victims blood splattered across his face moments ago, he seemed so awkward. You wondered how long it had been since he had been with a woman. How long would it be before you could be with a man again? “Please,” You sighed. Hoody kissed you just as rough as you expected, both of you melting into the other. Both of you were undeniably needy, touch depraved and lonely. You were sure this was forbidden for both of you but as his tongue slid into your mouth, you just couldn’t find it within yourself to care.

“Call me Brian but only when it’s us, okay? Thats not who I am anymore but that’s who I want to be with you, okay?” Hoody asked. You nodded, the normal name bringing your comfort. Brian’s hand snaked down your waist, squeezing and kneading at the flesh of your ass. You whimpered into his mouth, the sound only making him harder. There was no telling how much longer you’d be around, the residents of the mansion unhinged enough to snap at any moment.

You couldn’t fully undress here and going upstairs was out of the question. “This has to be quick, we can’t get caught,” You whispered. Brian nodded, slipping his hand up your skirt. He rubbed against your wet cunt, your panties preventing any further stimulation. Brian had zero control over his life but he did right here, right now. You had no control over yours either, the decision to fuck each other to release steam the only free will decision either of you could make. You palmed him through his jeans, his cock practically busting through the fabric.

He guided you to the counter, grabbing the sides of your panties and yanking them down to your ankles. He shoved them into his pocket for what you thought to be safe temporary keeping. But Brian had other ideas.

“Fuck, please, wanna feel you Brian,” You whispered, trying hard to not groan loudly. Brian quickly undid his belt bringing his lips back to yours. It had been so long since he had kissed anyone, your soft lips driving him mad. It wasn’t long before his cock was at your entrance, awkwardly shuffling with his jeans at his ankles. He fell a bit backwards, causing you to laugh. “Fucking hell, sorry-” He began apologizing. You giggled, hopping off of the counter.

You brought him fully to the ground, pushing his back against the oven. “This might work better,” You replied, lowering yourself down onto his cock. Brian’s cock felt like heaven, your mouth falling open. Both of you let out a sigh of relief. You had no way to masturbate, no way to possibly release the stressful tension building inside of you. As you pressed your forehead against Brian’s, you realized that this was what you got. This was your outlet.

Brian’s gloved hands met your waist, helping you roll your hips. You let out a loud groan, one of his hands flying to your mouth. “Shh, you can’t make any noise,” Brian warned, your inability to stay composed only making him more hot and bothered. He took control, guiding your hips to ride him at a pace that worked for both of you. You were as wet as a virgin, your body yearning for more as Brian abused your g spot. Your sinful moans were muffled by his gloved hand, his other attempting to guide you.

He brought himself close to your ear. “If you wanna get off, you’re gonna have to ride me by yourself mkay? Do that and i’ll play with that pretty clit of yours doll,” He huffed, trying to control his own noises. You nodded yes profusely, trying to concentrate on grinding your hips against his. With his spare hand he found your clit, drawing sloppy circles around it. For a brief moment he was worried about his ‘skills’ not having slept with a woman in years. Whether he was good or bad at it, you didn’t appear to give a shit. You were still a panting mess, your hair sticking to your forehead from sweat.

Your walls clenched tighter around Brian as you felt yourself closer to euphoria, your eyes fluttering shut. With your forehead pressed to his you pawed at his hoodie, grabbing handfuls as your orgasm washed over you. Your sinful noises were muted by Brian’s hand, the muffled sounds music to his ears that he had made you feel that good. Your walls fluttering around him triggered his own orgasm, his cum flooding inside of you. He dropped his hand from your mouth, both of you taking a moment to breathe.

In a moment of true loneliness you leaned against Brian’s shoulder, ignoring the faint smell of dried blood and sweat. Unsurely Brian stroked your hair, trying to remember if that was comforting or not. He licked his dry lips, a bold question on the tip of his tongue.

“You wanna share a cigarette again tomorrow?”

[indianabonez]

accommodations i’ve had approved as an autistic college student

helloooo today i finally had a meeting with the disability office and have accommodations after 2 years of being in college without them. im autistic and have cptsd/dissociative issues and had a hard time finding what was even available to me to request for accommodations so i wanted to make a list to help anyone else who might be having trouble.

• Priority registration

i get to register for classes earlier each term to make sure i can create schedules that’ll work for my routine

• Extended time on assignments

self explanatory i think? was also offered extended time on tests or a separate room to take them but testing isnt where i struggle

• Flexible attendance

as long as i email beforehand i dont have to stick as strictly to professors attendance policies

• Alternative formats

if i buy a physical textbook i can request the ebook/pdf/audiobook for free to have multiple methods of studying depending on what works for me on a given day

• Note taking

allowed to audio record class and send to a service called messenger pigeon who will give me a transcript of the class and professional notes based on it

• Access to lecture notes

able to access professors lecture notes prior to class/instruction

• Devices

allowed to have phone/ipad/laptop for social buffering and notes in classes that may have policies against electronics

• Flexible participation

no cold calling, option to work alone for group projects/assignments, not required to present in front of class

if anyone has any questions lmk these are just what i have been able to get at my school so far! hope it helps

edit: this is blowing up so fellow autistics, students, language nerds, etc pls be my mutual i want friends lol my dms are also open any time !!

[mostly-marvel-musings]

Chapter 2 - An affair to remember

A/N: Chapter 2, here we are! Leave a comment, heart or reblog if you enjoyed reading this. And no, I couldn’t just settle on one photo.

Pairing: Tony Stark x F! Reader

Warning: 18+ loss of virginity, age gap, smut.

Word count: 4025

An affair to remember

After trying around eleven outfits and disliking each of them for some reason or other, you settled on a simple floral button down blouse with a pair of jeans. You weren’t exactly sure if he’d asked you out on a date or the drink was just a friendly offer.

Of course it’s a date, you kissed him, Y/N, you thought to yourself. The mirror of your car revealed a visibly nervous reflection of you, fixing your hair multiple times, redoing your lipstick before you shook yourself mentally and drove off. Stark tower was a twenty minute drive from your apartment, and since it was a Sunday, traffic was in your favour thankfully.

By the time the tall, shiny building came into view, you had worked yourself up into taking this as a business meeting. You would be professional with the man and politely decline drinks if he’d offered. It would be inappropriate. You were sure he felt the same way.

Apparently your arrival was expected and welcomed in a pleasantly surprising way. A chubby, friendly looking man gave you a smile as you entered the foyer, introducing himself as Happy Hogan. He escorted you up to Mr. Stark’s floor or rather floors which was the penthouse of the ninety-three storeyed building.

The space was swanky, stylish and impeccably designed. Floor to ceiling windows that offered the most stunning views of the city, sleek and modern furniture that only screamed rich. You smoothed down your top and cleared your throat as you approached the outdoor seating area where Tony sat, wearing a dark coloured shirt and some jeans. Casual but still quite well put together, you thought.

“Ah! Miss Y/L/N, you made it. Thanks, Happy.”

As your hands touched, the spark was back, one that made your insides buzz with excitement as you smiled at each other, letting your handshake extend for longer than necessary. It was only when Happy cleared his throat to announce his exit that you broke contact.

As he left, you considered bringing up the elephant in the room that loomed large, causing you to shuffle your weight from one foot to the other. Maybe if you addressed it right away, you could move on and be done with it? Not let the meeting be awkward for the rest of the evening.

Meanwhile, Tony was trying his best to focus on anything but your irresistible lips. He was drawn to them, it was quite unexplainable but he wanted nothing more than to have your lips on his again.

“So…” you started, twirling a lock of hair nervously between your fingers as you looked around, aware of his gaze following.

“So.”

“I think we should talk about what happened. Look, it was a mistake, I don’t know what came over me, I shouldn’t have kissed you like that.”

Tony blinked his disappointment away and nodded in agreement. It was probably for the best.

“Yeah, probably. You’re right. It—it was inappropriate.”

“Yes! I mean, you’re friends with my Dad and also way out of my league.”

Your admission made him smirk, watching your cheeks flush with realization of what you had said.

“Out of your league huh? What is your league? Overzealous frat boys?” he teased.

“Haha. You’re funny.” You rolled your eyes but hoped he’d drop the subject, thankfully he did, brushing it off as no harm done, much to your relief.

You unconsciously reached for your camera, thinking it’d be better if you steered the subject to the big photoshoot.

“You brought your camera, why?” Tony murmured, pointing to the device sticking out from your bag.

“I just thought I’d do a few test shots of the locations you’d be photographed in. Check the lighting and things. It will be a day shoot, right?”

Tony frowned, realizing he was yet to work out all of that or he probably had been sent the schedule but it slipped his mind. He also thought it’d be a good idea to inform Natalie about the change in photographer, since the magazine had been adamant on bringing their own person for the job.

“That’s a good question, I have no idea. But don’t worry, I’ll have my secretary send you the details.”

Humming in agreement, you asked if he could show you around the space, get an idea about what the vibe of the interview was going to be like. He happily agreed and began a tour of the place, explaining what housed on each floor, giving you a background about his business which you kinda already knew - one Google search was all it took to give the necessary details and some unnecessary ones as well. Tony had a notorious reputation of being a playboy, he certainly lived a very colourful life and had made no qualms about it.

Still, his eyes reflected the passion he had for technology as he spoke, the pride he took in pointing out all of the achievements Stark Industries had over the years.

Primarily a weapons manufacturer, he decided on taking a different route for his company after a particularly life-changing incident in Afghanistan. The man was abducted by a terrorist group called Ten Rings and kept in a cave for three months.

While how he escaped remained a mystery to the world, his return had been miraculous. He led you back to his grand living room, gesturing you to take a seat.

“You said an explosive blew up not far from you and yet you came out of that cave scratch free? How?” you asked about his incredulous story.

“Not just any explosive, it was one of my own creations. And I never said it was scratch free.”

He seemed to ponder for a while, looking around as if to check if anyone was spying on you two before he reached for the buttons of his shirt, undoing them to reveal what looked like a circular battery-like device emitting a faint blue light. It seemed as if it was jammed in his chest, the peripheral skin scarred.

“What is that?”

He chuckled as your eyes went wide, glancing down at the device that was keeping him alive.

“It’s an electromagnet that essentially keeps the shrapnel from reaching my heart. It’s called an arc reactor, there is another one of these, a much bigger one that powers this building.” he explained, buttoning his shirt back up and letting you know how he managed to power it with the help of a man named Ho Yinsen in the caves.

If it weren’t for that little device, and the brave sacrifice of Yinsen, the world would’ve lost Tony Stark and you would’ve never met this incredible man.

“And here I assumed you sold your soul to the devil.”

Your words made him laugh, feeling a little flutter in that battery-operated heart. He wasn’t sure what made him reveal the arc reactor to you, he hadn’t let anyone see it, except for Rhodey since he found him in the desert. Something about you reassured him that you were trustworthy. You were like a breath of fresh air.

After returning, Tony Stark had dedicated much of his business to RnD in the field of science and technology. You listened with keen interest, getting to know the man better with each passing moment, you couldn’t help but admire him for all the success he’d achieved.

“Gosh. Where are my manners? I haven’t offered you anything to drink, Miss Y/L/N.” Tony exclaimed, right as one of his bots whirred in with a silver tray that had a bottle of champagne on ice with two glasses.

“Robots bringing in champagne? You planned this, didn’t you?” you chuckled, finding it rather hard to refuse it. I mean, it wouldn’t really hurt having one glass. Right?

“I’m just trying to make a good first impression.” he shrugged, popping the bottle open expertly before filling the two glasses.

“Why? You’re not an overzealous frat boy.” you teased, taking a sip of the champagne while holding his gaze.”

“Oh honey, I’m much better.”

There it was again.

The tingle of excitement you felt deep within your belly every time you had a banter. Even though you wouldn’t admit to yourself, you were attracted to the man. He was just so sure of who he was, he carried himself with a certain confidence that was quite sexy.

For the next couple of hours, you two spoke about anything and everything, making you realize how easy he was to talk to despite the age difference. You spoke about your relationship with your parents, your eyes lit up each time you mentioned how your father had been your biggest cheerleader while Tony listened with a soft smile on his face. His phone kept buzzing every now and then and he kept dismissing it. When it rang for the fourth time, you thought it was time for you to head back since you’d stayed for longer than you had intended to.

“You should get that, it’s probably important. I’ll get going.”

Tony stood up with you, not really ready to let you go just yet, though the incessant buzzing of his Stark pad was hard to ignore.

“Are you sure I can’t persuade you for another glass? Perhaps some wine? Happy could drive you home later..”

The offer was tempting, and you weren’t ready to say goodbye either but you had to. You would see him next week anyways.

“Thank you, but I think I should head back, it’s late. What you’ve done with Stark Industries is truly remarkable. Thank you for sharing your story with me. You’re an incredible man, Tony. I don’t think you give yourself enough credit for it.” You smiled, meaning every word you’d said.

He had been complimented many times before but something about your words made him believe it. He felt his heart dance a little with joy.

“See you on Wednesday then?”

“Uh yeah. See you.”

Deciding on a friendly hug, you wrapped your arms around him, breathing in his scent, something so oddly comforting about it. Smiling to yourself when you felt Tony’s breath against your hair, you pulled back only to find him staring at your lips. You kissed him on the cheek quickly, and stepped back, not trusting yourself to not make the same impulsive decision no matter how much you wanted to do it.

“Bye, Tony.”

“Goodbye, Y/N.”

He watched you until the elevator doors closed, leaving you to let out a sigh and lean against the cold metal. The whole way down, you contemplated what it would be like to kiss Tony, recalling the moment your lips had touched the other night. It only lasted a second but it hadn’t left your mind ever since.

You wanted to do it again.

You wanted more. Him. In every way possible. It was like a need you felt that drew you to him, like a moth to a flame. You knew it would be dangerous and yet it was impossible to resist the temptation.

It was probably why you decided to go with your instincts and press the button that led you back to Tony Stark.

He had his back to you when you reached his floor again, you saw the same flame of desire dancing in his eyes that danced in yours as he turned to find you standing there. The atmosphere was thick with anticipation as you took long strides and he met you halfway, lips colliding in an instant.

You felt your breath knocked out of your chest as you kissed Tony Stark, a rush of excitement surging through your body as his arms went around you to pull you flush against his chest, keeping you there. You gasped at the intensity and Tony used the opportunity to slide his tongue in your mouth, deepening the kiss.

A lingering taste of champagne mixed with a hint of coffee is what you tasted as you gave in and your hands found their way around his neck, carding through the hair at the nape of his neck.

Not realizing he had walked you back until you were met with the cool wall behind, you felt Tony smile against your lips before they trailed lower, along your jaw, down to your neck. Letting out a soft moan, you tugged on his hair silently signaling him to not stop. Desire flooded through you and gathered between your legs as he continued nipping at your skin, reveling in the little sounds you made. His hands slid up your body to brush against your breasts, his thumb deliberating until your nipples stood erect against his touch.

You felt goose pimples across your body where he touched you as his hands slipped inside your blouse, wanting to feel more of your skin. Wasting no time, Tony unbuttoned it hastily and threw it to the side, bringing his lips over your collarbone, littering small kisses along it.

Letting out a sigh, you felt his hands toy with the hem of your jeans as his mouth closed over your bra-covered nipple. You weren’t alien to the feeling but your eyes fluttered open when Tony unzipped your jeans and let it slide down your legs.

“Bedroom?” he asked huskily after you’d stepped out of them, leaving you in a matching pair of lingerie. You managed a nod before following him inside his bedroom, a heady cocktail of desire and lust swimming in your mind as the man gently laid you against the soft mattress.

“So gorgeous, Y/N.”

He crawled over you with purpose, his gaze darkening as he took in your form before his lips crashed against yours once more. The kiss had more urgency this time, while he prodded your legs open to allow you to feel his growing erection.

You let out another gasp feeling his hardness brush against your core, a rush of ardor followed by sudden insecurity made its presence known as you sat up on your elbow, breaking the kiss.

“Tony, I’ve never um–I mean I’m a–” you fumbled with the choice of words, heat creeping up to your cheeks as you tried to convey you had never done this before. Tony rested his arms on either side, still breathing heavily as he took your words in, his own heartbeat pounding against his ears while blood had rushed southward.

“Do you want to stop? We can if you’re uncomfortable.”

You shook your head, not wanting to back out this but you had apprehensions which he could sense. Gently caressing your bare legs, he rested his forehead against yours.

“Tell me what you want.”

You answered by pulling him in for another hungry kiss and wrapping your legs around him to let him know the answer.

“Words, sweetheart.” he murmured, rolling his hips towards your center once again.

“I want you, Tony. I want this.” you managed, unbuttoning his shirt quickly, surprised at your assertion. In the darkness of the room, the blue glow emitted from his arc reactor acted like a source of light, rendering his features luminescent.

With a couple of hasty kisses against your lips, he made you lie back before trailing his path of open-mouthed kisses down your neck, discarding your bra to expose you some more. Cupping one in a hand, tweaking the nipple between his fingers, Tony closed his mouth around the other one, coaxing out a needy whine.

Treating both of them equally, he allowed his hand to travel lower to cup your sex over your panties, smirking as he found them already damp. You felt your breathing turn shallower as his fingers traced along your clothed slit, brushing against your bundle of nerves every so often.

“I want to taste you, sweetheart. Want to know if you taste just as sweet down there as you do here.” Tony’s words turned your insides to jelly, his lips sucking on your tongue as he slowly peeled the last remaining cloth from your body.

Your heart hammered inside your ribcage as he kissed his way down your body, settling between your legs, holding them apart as you instinctively went to close them.

“Lie back, close your eyes.”

You did as you were told, wetting your bottom lip with your tongue as you felt his breath down there, the air making your glistening folds shine eagerly. He first laid small kisses along your inner thigh before his tongue peeked out to tease you open. You let out a cry when his tongue licked a strip up your entrance, the action wildly exciting and new for nobody had gone down on you before. You felt him draw small circles around your clitoris, sending waves of desire down your spine as you squirmed for more.

“Oh my God!” you panted, anchoring your hands in his hair while he continued.

“Does it feel good, sweetheart?” he did everything in his might to not devour you the way he wanted to, knowing you’d probably feel overwhelmed if he did. In all honesty, your scent drove him mad and your taste was irresistible, he couldn’t get enough.

“Yes! Feels so good, Tony!”

Your words encouraged him to continue the assault, every lick and nudge drawing the sweetest of sounds from you. Your wetness gathered on his finger as he traced a line along it, pushing it inside your heat, grunting as he felt your walls immediately clamp around it.

“Relax, Y/N.” Tony repeated, slowly stroking you with his finger, getting you ready for his cock that strained against his pants. Your slickness helped when he added another finger, drawing out yet another moan as you felt an increase in pressure down there.

His thumb brushed against your clit while he massaged your walls open for him, making you lose all sense of coherence as you felt something building inside of you. The familiar tightness low in your belly when you pleasured yourself when alone, only this time, it felt like it had increased by tenfold. Tony held you down as your hips rose up from the bed in their own accord, matching his ministrations. As your moans got louder, you sensed you were close, tugging on his hair once more, you felt your walls tighten around his fingers.

“Let go, Y/N. Come for me.”

And you did. It felt like a tight-wound rope snapped, giving way for an intense wave of pleasure that shook your body. It felt exhilarating at the same time unreal, like you were floating away on a cloud of bliss. When you came down from your high, Tony had discarded his pants and was slanting his lips over yours, letting you taste some of your essence.

Feeling bolder now, you reached between your bodies to stroke his hard cock over his boxers, hearing his breathing hitch.

“Remove them.” He ordered, aiding you when pushed them down his legs to let his cock spring free.

You felt your walls clamp around nothing at the sight of him, he was big, making you wonder if it would hurt when you finally had him.

Reaching over to the nightstand, you watched Tony tear open a foil of condom and roll it over his length. Settling between your legs once more, he kissed you again, this time with a languid urgency.

You tensed up as his erection poked against your core, sensing it Tony broke the kiss to look into your eyes for signs of apprehension.

“We can still stop if you want to, Y/N. Just say the word.”

Appreciative of how considerate he was being, you knew you were ready. You wanted him, as much as he wanted you. Wrapping your fingers around his length delicately, you stroked him a few times, watching his mouth fall open.

“I want you to fuck me, Tony.”

You whispered, lying back against the pillows and allowing him to take control. He lined up against your entrance, gathering your arousal as he went before slipping just the head of cock inside.

“This will hurt a little. Breathe through it for me?”

Nodding, you felt him push in further, letting out a grunt at your tightness. He was right, the girth of him sliding inside your channel felt odd but electrifying. Tony felt his cock push past the barrier as he entered you, giving you time to get used to the feeling.

You let out a cry as he bottomed out, the feeling of fullness overwhelmed your senses as the pain stung.

Retracting only a little at first, Tony drove his hips back into you, repeating the action a few more times as you felt pain receding and giving way to a new kind of pleasure.

“More.” You begged, digging your fingers into his back as he complied.

Your tight heat felt so amazing around his cock, Tony felt himself getting lost in the feeling. Steadily he set a pace, pushing you against the mattress as his hips speared into you, drawing sinful moans.

The feeling of being wound up again took over, Tony smirked as you wrapped both your legs around his hips tighter, the new angle making his cock reach deeper inside your pussy.

“You’re so tight, Y/N. You’re close again, aren’t you?” He breathed, increasing the force of his thrusts to make his pubic bone brush against your clit.

“Yes! I’m so close. Please, Tony.” You whimpered, moving your hips to match up as sounds of your combined pleasure filled the room.

Reaching between your bodies, he teased your clit while driving in and out of your sopping heat, aiding your second orgasm. You felt yourself clamp around his cock before the same feeling of euphoria took over, making your walls spasm out of control.

Vision blurred and body convulsed under the intense waves of pleasure coursing through your veins as you rode out your high. Tony grunted against your ear as your spasming walls fueled his climax, causing his balls to tighten before he emptied himself in the condom, holding you close. Gingerly, he pulled out of you, making you wince at the sudden emptiness you felt.

“You okay?”

“More than okay.” you grinned lazily, accepting the soft kiss he offered.

As tired as you were, you didn’t protest when he nudged you to get up, leading you to the shower for a quick clean up, the soreness between your legs evident.

You exchanged several kisses in the shower, the hot water working wonders on relaxing your muscles, making it evident you were in need of a nap soon.

Once fully dressed, Tony resisted the urge to make you stay again and walked you out while your car stood, waiting. He could sense you were preoccupied with something since you hadn’t said much.

“Tony, about the photoshoot..”

“Oh no, that’s no longer required. I just wanted to sleep with you.” He shrugged, making your stomach drop for a second before he chuckled, enjoying his joke way more than you did.

“Come on, Y/N. I asked you because you’re the person for the job. This doesn’t change anything.” He smiled, wrapping his arms around your waist to give you a quick kiss.

That definitely quietened your insecurities, but it didn’t ease the thought that you had lost your virginity to this gorgeous man who was not only older, but very good friends with your parents. If they ever found out…

On your way back, you also thought about how you’d break the news to Izzy, there was not a thing you kept from her. And if you didn’t, you were positive she’d find out somehow, she was quite shrewd about these things.

As uncertain as you were about it all, you couldn’t shake off the fact that you had slept with Tony Stark.

And it was fantastic.

Changing into comfortable clothes, you lay in bed, staring at the ceiling with a smile that refused to leave your face before deciding on pulling out your phone.

Cocky billionaires are still not my type, you know…

You texted Tony once you reached home, a big grin on your face, waiting for his response as the three dots appeared almost instantly on your screen.

Oh I know. Maybe I’ll change your mind. Actually I’m pretty sure of it.

Thoughts?

[vague-humanoid]

The 20-year-old shooter who attempted to assassinate former President Trump was a dietary aide at a nursing home, a bright student, and a member of a gun club.

Thomas Matthew Crooks belonged to a shooting club based in Clairton, Pa., nearly nine miles from his family home in Bethel Park. Attorney Robert S. Bootay III confirmed to The Times that Crooks, who was shot and killed by Secret Service agents Saturday, was a member of the Clairton Sportsmen’s Club.

“Obviously, the club fully admonishes the senseless act of violence that occurred yesterday,” said Bootay, who represents the organization, in a statement. “The club also offers its sincerest condolences to the Comperatore family and extends prayers to all of those injured including the former president.”

Bootay declined further comment, citing the pending FBI investigation.

The Clairton Sportsmen’s Club, on 180 acres south of Pittsburgh, bills itself as offering “one of the premier shooting facilities in the tri-state area” and has more than 2,000 members. It offers youth events, archery facilities, safety courses and multiple rifle ranges, including a highpowered-rifle range with targets up to 187 yards away.

BBC News first reported Crooks’ affiliation with the club.

Kevin Rojek, special agent in charge of the FBI’s Pittsburgh division, said in a news briefing Sunday that Crooks used an AR-style 556 rifle in the shooting that was legally purchased by his father, Matthew Crooks. The elder Crooks is a licensed counselor in Pennsylvania, according to state and federal records.

A local gun shop owner, Bruce Piendl, told Reuters that there are “a ton of gun clubs” in the area around Bethel Park. “We have a rich tradition of hunting and fishing and outdoor stuff,” he said.

Rojek said authorities found a suspicious device in Thomas Matthew Crooks’ car, which was inspected by bomb technicians and rendered safe. He said the FBI was in the process of analyzing it further.

[amuyyi]

How Sweet .

synopsis: you somehow find yourself in Vietnam with your best friend Hanni, and the heavy southeast asian heat leaves hanni to her own devices... trope: non-idol!hanni x non-idol!f!reader, best friends to lovers, summer vacation, high school seniors, fluff

wc: 3.9k

cw: none

a/n: hello hello! this is my first fanfic in a long long time, and ive never shared on tumblr before.. but i love hanni's fuckass bob ! please let me know what you guys think, im bit rusty in terms of writing ^^'

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“So… What do you think?”

You stare at your best friend, mouth agape in complete and utter shock as Hanni stood in front of you. With a sheepish expression on her face, your eyes glaze over the silver blades within Hanni’s left hand as she holds a long lock of her naturally jet black air within her right. As your eyes travel upwards, you’re met with a rather uneven, extremely choppy bob planted on the top of your friend’s head alongside some hastily cut bangs. You would’ve thought it was a poorly done wig if she wasn't already holding evidence of her own wrongdoing within her hands. There's an uncomfortable silence that passes between the two of you as you simply stare, your jaw practically threatening to fall off of the base of your skull as you could see the other girl’s eye twitching ever so slightly in response to your silence. 

“Can you please say something?! It's not that bad I swear!” The vietnamese girl whines out, spinning on her heel and making her way back towards the bathroom where she had initially emerged. With Hanni no longer in your line of sight, you snap out of your daze, shaking your head as your brows knit together in confusion, just now beginning to fully process what you had just seen. You practically fall out of your seat on the couch as you scramble to your feet, following after the other girl as you call out, “wait, wait, what?! When did you do that???”

Hanni had made plans for the summer to visit her family back in Vietnam, and had graciously extended an offer for you to join. Excited and albeit a bit nervous, you instantly agreed, having been meaning to make some fun summer plans between the two of you for a while now. Your best friend’s family was sweet, having met her grandmother alongside a few aunts, uncles, and multiple younger cousins who were all pleased to meet your acquaintance. 

Despite the lovely first day of introductions and adjusting to the horrible jet lag you two experienced once landing, you soon learned that summers in Vietnam were, for lack of a better word, brutal. For the entirety of Southeast Asia, the heat during these months were ruthless, practically leaving everyone in sight panting, sweating, and doing anything possible in order to relieve themselves from the scorching sun– and the humidity. Oh, the humidity. The air felt thick and heavy in a way you’ve never experienced before. It almost felt hard to breathe sometimes because everything around you just felt so… sticky. How did Vietnam manage to make even a supposed nice summer breeze feel hot? Hanni had conveniently managed to not mention the intensity of the weather at the time, and as a result, left you two practically melting into the couch, marinating within your own sweat as Hanni’s grandmother left the two of you home alone for the day.

You practically break down the door to the bathroom to find a distressed Hanni increasingly becoming more panicked the longer she looks at her reflection.  “My Ba used to always cut my hair like this whenever I visited over the summer, I thought it’d be easy to replicate!” Hanni exclaims, staring herself down within the mirror as she tries to assess the damage that has been done at every angle possible. Honestly, the whole situation was almost too good. Almost like a scene from a sitcom or something.

Fighting back a snort, you smirk teasingly, “has she always made it so uneven?” Your unsolicited comment left Hanni clicking her tongue in offense, raising her hand holding the scissors threatening to hit you before shifting her gaze back towards the mirror, letting out a distressed groan in defeat. “I don’t even know what came over me, y/n. I think this unbearable heat actually fried my brain,” she runs her free hand through her hair, some poorly cut strands falling out as she winces, “I don’t know! I don’t know! My Ba made it look so easy!” You watch as her eyes dart around, not talking to anyone in particular as the panic seemingly begins to take over, “I can fix it though! If i just cut–”

“Nope.” You firmly grab Hanni’s wrist as she begins to lift the scissors back up towards her hair, cutting her words short as you wrestle the blades out of her grip. “Y/n–” she starts, “Hanni.” You begin, your voice a tone that is similar to that of an owner telling a dog to sit, eyebrows raised and head cocked to the side as you lock eyes with your friend. She silently stares back, mouth open as if to retort, but it soon closes as she sighs, sitting down on a nearby stool in defeat as you also let out a breath you didnt you know you were holding. At least she didn't have free reign over the scissors. 

“Now let me see what I can do about… this,” You hum, dragging the stool closer to where you stood as you get a better look at Hanni’s hair. The scissors she used were very obviously not haircutting scissors, but you doubted she had anything better on hand. Alongside that, she somehow managed to cut drastically uneven halves of her hair, and it was obvious the cuts on both the left and right side were not a clean process, leaving multiple bluntly chopped bits all within her hair. As for the bangs, thankfully she didn’t cut them too short, actually leaving a lot of hair left to work with. Knowing Hanni, she was probably too scared to commit to the act after seeing what she did to the rest of her hair. Now, you were no hair cutting expert, but anyone with eyes could see what needed to be done in order to fix this mess. Hanni awkwardly avoids eye contact seemingly out of embarrassment as you examine her, eyes looking practically anywhere but within yours as you contemplate your next steps, her cheeks faintly dusted a light shade of pink. You raise the scissors and start off by trying to even out both sides of her hair, the quiet snipping sounds filling the bathroom as Hanni sits up as straight as she can, hands placed a bit too formally on her lap. 

“Do you even know what you’re doing?” 

“Apparently more than you.”

“That's not very comforting.”

“I can always leave your hair like this.”

“Don’t you dare, y/n.” 

Soft, lighthearted giggles erupt from the bathroom as the banter between you two continues. Even in a situation like this, you and Hanni always managed to make each other smile– It's what drew you two to each other. You recall the day you two first met. Through some common friends or the other, somehow you ended up at a picnic within the local park, Hanni being one of the first to arrive. She had brought a container full of fruit to share, and practically dominated the conversation with her cheery attitude– but not in a suffocating kind of way. She somehow managed to know everyone who arrived and they all seemed to naturally flock towards the girl. You were no different than the people she attracted, but you were lucky enough to have her full attention the whole day, her large round eyes attentive and focused on you as you told stories and cracked with everyone. Ever since then, the two of you have been practically inseparable. Always waiting for each other after classes and somehow ending up in comical situations such as this.

After a few more snips of the scissors, you take a step back, taking in your work as Hanni’s eyes flutter open, blinking a bit as she stands up. She approaches the mirror, eyes lighting up as she sees the result. Thanks to your handiwork, her hair had ended up in a lovely dark layered bob with straight across bangs that actually looked intentional. It was a bit shorter than your liking, having the ends land just above her chin, but the other girl didn’t give you much to work with.

“Wow, this actually looks… really good.” Hanni spoke, her voice laced with awe as she continued to admire her reflection, “I kind of look like Mathilda! Y'know, from that kid assassin movie or whatever?” She comments, looking back at you expectantly as you pretend to think for a moment.

“Ah.. That's unfortunate, I was really trying to go for an Edna Mode kind of look… Maybe a bowl cut…” You trail off, feigning regret as you twirl the scissors in your hand, eliciting a snort from Hanni, punching you in the shoulder as you let out a laugh. 

The other girl doesn’t hesitate to pull you into a hug though, even through all of the laughter, and you tense up for only a moment before melting into her touch, your arms wrapping around her waist as her arms snake comfortably around your neck. The light smell of flowers emerges from the embrace, unintentionally causing you to sigh with pleasure as you can feel the vibrations of Hanni giggling into your neck in response. The feeling left your stomach fluttering with butterflies for some reason. Hanni had always smelt really nice, but this time it was a little different– a little more fresh? Maybe the tropical air was doing something to her. 

“Thank you,” you hear her whisper into your ear gently, and you could feel your cheeks warm at the praise as you pull back shyly tucking a strand of your own hair behind your ear as you shrug, “It really was no big deal,” You trail off as Hanni’s gaze shifts back onto her reflection. “Still, I wasn't expecting it to be so… Short.”

You arch a brow at her as you bluntly state, “Well you didn't give me a whole lot of leeway with your little scissor-happy act over there,” which rewarded you with another punch on the shoulder and a tongue stuck out in a childish manner from the short haired girl.

As the two of you exit the bathroom, Hanni lets out a relieved sigh, “aaah, that feels SO much better!” She cooes, stretching her arms and shaking her head, letting her short hair fly as she grins. You also smile at the sight of your friend so happy, but let out a tired breath shortly after. “Well I’m glad you like it, but it's still hot as hell in here.”

An imaginary lightbulb goes off within Hanni’s head as a grin forms on her lips. “I know a place, c’mon,” Hanni grabs your arm, guiding you outside as you immediately get hit with a wave of heat and a flash of light. Squinting, you use your free arm to try and shield your eyes from the sun above, “Do we HAVE to be outside?” You whine, feeling beads of sweat forming on your forehead almost instantaneously as you’re guided to a rather charming looking vespa parked nearby. It was pastel yellow in color, and had some stickers plastered on the side. You watch in awe as the other girl hops on it with confidence, taking a pair of keys out of her pocket as she pats the free seat behind her, “do you HAVE to keep complaining and not trust me?” 

You are once again brought back to a dumbfounded state as you slowly approach the vespa, admiring its quality and state before your eyes go back to Hanni, “Can you actually drive this thing? You never told me!” An almost cartoonish glimmer shines within her eyes as she winks, pressing a finger to her lips as she playfully grins, “There's a lot you don’t know about me, y/n.”

Very hesitantly, you slowly make your way onto the back seat of the vespa, awkwardly sitting as a brief second of silence passes. Hanni rolls her eyes, chuckling lightheartedly at your uncertainty as she grabs your arms and places them around her waist, “You can trust me with this y/n, I promise.” Her voice was soft and reassuring, and she looked at you with her all too familiar warm eyes that made it nearly impossible to not trust her at that very moment. Besides, Hanni wouldn’t actually let you get hurt, you knew that much. Reluctantly, you let out a sigh and tighten your grip on Hanni’s waist, saying a soft “okay…” which resulted in an unseen smile from the other girl and the sound of the engine to rev confidently.

-

If there was one thing Ho Chi Minh City locals perfected, it was the art of organized chaotic traffic. You fearfully bite back a scream as you watch as oncoming traffic simply did not stop for anyone anywhere ever. People did not look before crossing the street and every vespa, motorbike, car, or other miscellaneous vehicle simply maneuvered around one other to get around. You swear your grip on Hanni at this point would cut off all circulation in her body as she lets out a loud and hearty laugh amongst the chaos, speeding up as she weaves in between pedestrians with ease, as if she's been doing this her entire life. “Hanni what the HELL–”

Soon enough the two of you made it out of the city, and Hanni guides you through the dusty terrain of the more rural areas of Vietnam. You were a bit nervous at first, unsure if you were a fan of the bumpy nature of the rocky road that was debatably either safer or more dangerous than those in the city. Once you realize Hanni was no longer entertaining your fears though, you take a moment to finally get out of your own head and live in the moment. Inhale. Exhale. Your eyes glisten as you take in the sights around you. It was so… Green. The lush flora coats the environment with a serene green glow, and the feeling of the wind flying through your hair was such a freeing feeling. Your grasp on Hanni loosens as you let out a loud cheer, laughing as you let everything go. The dappled spots of light from the overhead trees rush past your vision below as you look forward, spotting multiple ox and farmers ahead within the flooded fields. The clouds ahead looked so incredibly soft, and the sky looked bigger than ever– even bigger than how it looked on the plane ride here. You can't help but wonder if it were nighttime, would you be able to see the stars here? You press your cheek against Hanni’s back as you relish in the feeling for a bit, closing your eyes in bliss as the sounds of the nature around you fade.

Before you knew it, the green forestry surrounding you was slowly diminishing, eventually being replaced with a more beige sandy soil. A small gasp leaves your lips as you look out, spotting a small beach with an even larger body of water. The waves glistened beneath the summer sun and you were surprised such a place had absolutely no human traffic. “I found this place when I first got Sunny here,” Hanni practically reads your mind, also glancing over at the ocean before finding a place to park her vespa and hop off, “It's a place the locals keep a secret, and now you also know of it as well.”

You tilt your head a bit in confusion at her comment, hopping off of the vehicle, “Sunny?” Hanni raises her eyebrow as she points to the back end of the Vespa, a large sticker labeled ‘Sunny’ in large white letters is proudly showcased on Hanni’s vespa, and you mentally facepalm as the other girl giggles. Still, it left a warm feeling within your chest knowing Hanni was sharing a hidden area like this with you.

“Come on, let's go in the water! It's hot out here!!” Hanni exclaims loudly, immediately booking it towards the ocean ahead, kicking her shoes off and into the sand in the process. Your eyes widen as you chase after her, hastily taking your shoes off as well as you call out, “Hanni, wait! We didn’t bring our swim suits!” You hissed a little as the sand was unrealistically hot from the sun practically cooking it throughout the day, muttering out little “ow, ow, ow’s” as you hopscotch your way into the water. You couldn't help but notice Hanni was unbothered by the temperature, her new hair allowing a newfound freshness within her step. It truly seemed like she was made for the beach.

“So…?” Hanni extends the word playfully with a grin, already calf deep into water by the time you awkwardly trudge through the ocean towards her, kicking up liquid in the process and splashing Hanni’s shorts. She gasps in shock at the cold sensation and you open your mouth to apologize before getting cut off by water getting shot directly into your face. Salty water entered your mouth and nearly up your nose and you spat it out, wiping your face with your hands as your eyes focused and landed on the culprit, who stared at you with a mischievous grin, bent down within the water to prepare for her next attack. 

“Oh no you dont–” You immediately side step and just narrowly miss an icy cold splash of water before you, bending over to counterattack with twice as much. A high pitched scream followed by genuine laughter followed suit, and the two of you go at it for a little bit, splashing water back and forth in between fits of laughter, completely drenching your clothes. You were happy. Being here, being with her. You took a moment to truly take in the sight of the girl before you. Eyes crescent shaped as she laughs from her heart, a toothy open mouth grin that you knew was genuine and grew to love over the years, and the way her newly cut hair was soaked and stuck to her cheeks and forehead charmingly. You loved the energy Hanni always brought to the table, her constant smile and the endless surprises she had up her sleeve. You were glad she chose you of all people to be her best… friend.

…Oh.

Hanni however, is not aware of your current sentimental and affectionate internal thoughts towards her, and decides to up her game with a new strategy, smirking to herself as she backs up, building up energy while you were catching your breath. You were so worn out and lost within your own thoughts you only noticed the charging bob-haired girl all too late, “Hanni WAI–” 

Practically all of the air got knocked out of you as Hanni strikes you down with a full body bear hug, sending the both of you into the water with a loud splash. Satisfied with her work (and quite worn out by now) Hanni doesn’t even make an attempt to hold you down, going full dead fish on your chest with an innocent grin and multiple giggles as you prop yourself up within the water with your arms. Coughing pathetically, you use one of your hands to wipe your face and slick back your hair as you look at Hanni, who rests very comfortably between your legs and on your chest, her arms wrapped around your waist as she looks up at you with those big dark brown eyes. Your breath hitches as you realize how close your faces are to one another. It wasn’t like you two haven't been this physically close before, but that never stopped you from being flustered. Something about the way she looks at you sometimes always caught you off guard, and you never knew how to handle it. The last time this happened was at your last sleepover together, having talked about past crushes, relationships, and how dating would work after high school graduation. Something about the way she looked at you underneath the sheets after asking about your crushes made your mind go blank. She had that look in her eyes again, and it drove you crazy how you couldn't read it. Cheeks reddening, you instinctively whip your head away, needing to look at something other than Hanni to keep yourself propped up within the water.

Frowning at this reaction, Hanni reaches a hand up and cusps your cheek, guiding your head to face her once again, forcing you to make eye contact with her. “y/n…” Her tone was soft and airy, if anything it was a bit needy. The blush on your cheeks was apparent at this point, and you still had no idea why you were even blushing in the first place, but the way her eyes flickered down to your lips for a split second intensified the color tenfold. You watch as her eyebrows knit together and how she subconsciously bites her lip, a habit she had whenever she was lost in thought– a sight you were familiar with. Even so, it felt different this time. 

You watch as Hanni closes her eyes and leans in, softly pressing her lips against yours. It was a gentle kiss, a very hesitant one at that. Just a small peck. You could tell it was Hanni’s way of “testing the waters” (ba dum tss) but to you? It was everything. You quite literally felt fireworks within your stomach as she kissed you, and the shock left you simply frozen in place, eyes comically wide open for the very brief moment. All too soon, she pulls away. She looks up at you again, a glint of fear and uncertainty in her eyes as she waits for your reaction.

You take a moment to simply sit there dazed, mouth agape in the water once again as panic settles within Hanni at the silence. “Oh my god. I'm so sorry y/n. I-I thought—“ She had begun to hurriedly make her way off of your chest when you quickly grabbed her wrist, pulling her back into you as you brought your lips together. Now it was Hanni’s turn to freeze up, but it was only for a moment. Almost immediately after, you could hear her blissfully sighing into the kiss as her arms snake their way around your neck, your free hand moving down her back and landing comfortably on the small of it.

Her lips were soft, and tasted ever so lightly like berries despite having been splashed with saltwater multiple times. You’d never think you’d find yourself within the beaches of Vietnam, kissing your best friend, yet here you were. The sound of waves surrounds the two of you as you find yourself lost within the movements of her lips. You felt her pull away for air and you almost let out a whine at the sudden lack of contact before she starts peppering kisses all over your face. Your cheeks, nose, chin, forehead, everywhere. “You look so pretty right now y/n-nie~” Hanni cooes as you roll your eyes, pulling her in closer as she focuses her kisses onto your cheek. 

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’ve been wanting to do this for a long time,” you tease, getting a hum in response as Hanni brings you back in for another kiss, whispering “you have no idea..”

“So… Do you have a crush on me or something?”

“Do you not like me back, y/n?”

“Well… I don't know about that...”

“I'm going to leave you here.”

“Noooo~”

Several splashes and giggles erupted from the both of you, and suddenly summer just became a little sweeter.

[byhees]

phone reminders.

엔하이픈 ・ female reader + word count 700 genre fluff established relationship warnings not proof-read — more

a/n. scheduled!

heeseung

would, most definitely, have a picture of you as his lockscreen. he’s so incredibly whipped for you, to the point where he’d switch the photograph for a new one every two days or so, finding all your pictures equally as pretty.

would deliberately leave his phone on tables, such that the screen’s facing the viewer; whenever his device dings with a notification, he’d be reminded of you the moment the screen lights up, heart swelling at the recollection of the photograph’s origin.

jongseong

would have multiple music playlists dedicated to you. there’d be one for nearly every passing occasion; when you’re feeling a little down and under the weather, the feeling of butterflies soaring in his stomach whenever he hears your laughs, the warmth and comfort of being in your embrace.

would regularly text you the link of said playlists, a cute message attached at the bottom; “hope this makes your day, love!” written, a keyboard heart typed beside it.

jaeyun

would have a note centred around all the little details about you— things you fancy, things you don’t quite fancy. he jots them down for future gifts and presents, especially for special dates such as your anniversary— which he’s noted in his calendars app, the date nicely filled up with keyboard smashes and little kaomojis.

would probably note down future date spots, such as cafes, museums, vice versa; watches a ton of ‘place review’ videos, and writes down ones that catch his eye; will store this note nicely in his notepad app, not wanting to ruin the surprise element for you.

sunghoon

would have a widget slideshow with your couple pictures; keeps it nicely in his homescreen. would briefly scroll through the images at least twice a day, relishing the moments. would use a very inconspicuous picture as the front cover, not wanting you to tease him for the lovesick gesture.

would tuck his phone in his pocket, ready to whip it out for endless photo bursts; would brush off the very serious photo-taking stance as scenery admiring— definitely smiles a tad too hard at his phone when looking back at the photos, finding the blurred depiction of your little curious expression, cute.

seonwoo

would have a huge photo album dedicated to you. he’d be so neat about it too, arranging your pictures nicely according to the date; would have a few favourites amongst the many, often revisiting those few whenever he misses you a ton.

would have a bunch of low quality pictures as well; when he’s out-and-about, spending time with you, photographs may not be of the best quality, given his pure excitement. would have a random picture with a smidgin of your face peeking into frame— would still keep it nice and snug in his little album.

jungwon

would have matching phone accessories; pop-sockets of cartoon characters, phone charms of your favourite colours, small animal stickers pasted messily over your phone cases. would make it a point to purchase two stickers every date-day, sticking them onto your respective cases by the end of the day.

would probably fiddle with the small accessories, hands absentmindedly extending and closing the pop-socket on the back of his phone, fingers subconsciously twirling the dangling bead chain; would flip his phone to the back, eyes softly scanning the random assortment of stickers, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

riki

would have a bunch of audio recordings saved in his phone; has recordings that are ten seconds or less— they’re mostly just of you reenacting short clips of cartoons and animations, as per his very insistent requests; he likes replaying them whenever he misses you, your voice soothing his heart instantly— a bonus when there’s a little giggle hidden amidst the voice-acting.

would suggest using voice chats to message; whenever he hears you speak, his heart flutters a little— it might even skip a beat. hearing your raw voice, and your pure laughter, heals him so much; he’d shamelessly retrace every conversation during his pastime, pressing on every one of your voice messages.

taglist open! @halcyoni-ki @wondipity @yjjungwon @shysakuno @niktwazny303 @crxzs @alyszaen @minhosify @haechansbbg @yeomha @stepout-09-15 @chansburgah @sona-verse01 networks! @kflixnet @enhanet @k-labels

[feyclowns]

a look at magic and the core system

the core system explanation and my loose idea of what magic is. this uh. this got long. this is a longass post.

my thoughts on magic

i have this idea that mother nature, while creating her earlier lifeforms, used magic as a sort of bind-all, something modeled after the overarching powers of time and creation, etc- giving them extra powers and extending their life (like a kid making their first ocs). most of her older creatures are on planes higher up and function on magic. as she got better with her craft she began to appreciate the complexity of making all those bits and pieces stuff on earth has, and the faster ebb and flow of life AND death. humans are one of her favorite creations.

magic is inherently chaotic. it exists in multiple forms, on multiple planes. it's something that touches things in a biological way and yet obeys physical laws set before it. it can be stored and used up. it can create more of itself. it can corrupt things. when mother nature realized it was a bad idea to give near-unlimited power to beings when she was creating ones of lower ability on the planes below, she changed magic and the creatures that used it- gave them weaknesses, sometimes bordering on the ridiculous, compulsions too. things to keep them in check.

i also like to think you can't entirely 1:1 seelie to humans on even a biological cell-scale. they just fundamentally are different.

magic's function

the more pure magic is, the more powerful it is- magic comes in all colors of the rainbow, but different colors have slightly different attributes. one can never truly filter one color out of magic entirely, as it needs all its components to function.

with the True Fey nearly extinct, the only beings that can use raw magic without the assistance of a device or sigil are genies, and i'd argue they got quite the short end of the stick considering their compulsion.

fairies, fey and their subspecies primarily function on purple magic. this stuff is filtered, diluted, as "neutral" as one can get. if you create magic rather than consume it, and your species functions on filtered magic, you cannot handle it raw. like, your body can't handle the extra energy. physically.

magical backup is when a fairy has so much magic in their system they cannot filter the chaotic energy that magic produces and explode.

filtered magic is also, simply, on paper, easiest to use. as a third party, non-seelie magic user- use raw magic while unprepared and get evaporated while changing the laws of physics. use overfiltered magic without the correct sigils and nothing happens except maybe a bitter taste in your mouth.

onto the core system.

the core system

the neural core is where magic flows freely up towards- the filter strains clean, purple magic from the magic produced by the central core. conscious wishes are also made from the brain connected to the core here.

the central core is where magic is generated. the central core takes calories and nutrients from ingested food (fairies have a stomach that is right next to their core) and converts it into magic. the core membrane acts as a storage for filtered magic in both areas.

the core pools are located at the base of the wrists of a fairy, which are where excess magic flows and stays in anticipation of use. when a fairy exhausts the magic from their pools, they must wait until they begin to refill from the reserves in the core membranes.

the inner cores are the most important part of the system; if this part of a fairy is damaged they will die. this part also holds the data for the rest of the body- if worse comes to worse, the inner cores will maintain the body parts left and rebuild the core system before completing the rest of the body. this is in part why fairies are so gd resilient. no inner core, no regeneration.

magic threads are what magic travels along throughout the body. they are thick, wide tubes that extend through the torso and extremities. the central thread is also called a nervous thread. during pregnancy, the body creates a sixth thread (and sometimes seventh) to deliver magic to the developing child's core.

fairies produce raw magic in their central cores. they have two cores- a central and neural core, which are connected to each other through the nervous thread and extend to their magic pools and flow magic through the body by the four magic threads.

anti-fairies are where all that excess magic goes when fairies filter it out. anti fairies don't need to generate magic or filter it- they can handle it just fine. they have a simpler core layout- a thick core membrane to hold their magic and the excess chaotic magic swirling about in their inner core. this enables anti-fairies to grant powerful rule-free wishes. anti-fairies tend to have strange colored magic threads, generally aligning with the color of their counterparts' eyes.

pixies are quirky things. pixies have the same amount of cores as their fairy cousins but do not produce raw magic. they instead need to feed on magical creatures (or take their magic supplements, as provided by pixies INC) to keep their core systems afloat. another issue is that most pixies' core filters still work- which would be fine if they produced magic. pixies overfilter their magic, leading them to use a highly complicated wand (along with several binding contracts) to utilize the magic still delivered to their core pools. (it's also a phone. why not toss that in for free? Head Pixie was feeling really nice when he made that decision.)

pixies have a very large core filter and membrane in their neural core, with a small central core and large magic pools. their magic threads are thin.

[doormatty3]

Ocean Eyes: Chapter 7 (Orm Marius x Reader)

Masterlist Ao3

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Summary:

[Orm Marius x Female Reader] [Orm Marius x You]

The ocean has always fascinated you - the ebb and flow of its water, the marine life in the sea and the wild and untamed beauty it exudes. Your attempts to explain this fascination have always fallen short. But when you meet Orm at the seaside one rainy day you find, that he just understands.  You offer to show him around since he is not from the city. And you are intrigued by his rather strange quirks and his regal demeanour.  After all, how could you not? When his eyes mirror the ocean itself, deep and incredibly blue. OR: You impress Orm with the surface world and he impresses you with his Atlantean cock

Wordcount: 4125

A/N: I wrote this while at rehab…the majority here is around 30 years older than me (but they all actually walk better so that's sad) ANYWAY: Yeay, Atlantis. This chapter is mostly fluff again - but don't worry … there will be more smut

A few days later, you find yourself walking through your house, gathering your belongings in preparation for the journey ahead. The anticipation of the unknown stirs a blend of excitement and nervousness within you. As you move from room to room, folding clothes, securing personal items, and ensuring you have everything you might need, the realisation that you’re about to embark on a significant adventure settles in.

Orm, noticing your preparations, approaches with a warm smile. “Are you ready?” he asks, his eyes reflecting a shared eagerness for the journey ahead.

You meet his gaze, your own eyes alight with a mix of excitement and curiosity. “Yes, I’m ready. I can’t wait to see Atlantis,” you reply, the thrill of the unknown palpable in your voice.

Orm’s smile widens, and there’s a glint of enthusiasm in his eyes. “I’m excited for you to see it, to witness the beauty of my home. Atlantis is unlike anything on the surface, and I’m looking forward to sharing it with you.”

The prospect of exploring Atlantis, a mythical city hidden beneath the waves, adds an extra layer of anticipation to your excitement. The unknown wonders, the vibrant underwater world, and the unique culture of Orm’s homeland beckon, promising an experience beyond anything you’ve ever imagined.

“I’m really grateful for this opportunity, Orm,” you express, turning to him. “To see Atlantis and share this part of your life with me.”

Orm’s eyes hold a mixture of gratitude and affection. “It means a lot to me that you’re willing to explore this with me. Atlantis is more than just a city; it’s a part of who I am, and I want you to be a part of that, too.”

As the two of you stand in your living room, Orm reaches into a bag he had brought with him. From it, he produces a sleek and sophisticated device that looks like a piece of Atlantean technology.

“I thought you might need this,” Orm says, handing you the device. “We call it a ‘water suit’. It’ll allow you to breathe underwater and move freely.”

You take the water suit, examining the intricate design and advanced technology. It’s lightweight and streamlined, a testament to Atlantean craftsmanship. Gratitude fills your expression as you look up at Orm.

“Thank you,” you say, genuinely touched by his consideration. “This is incredible.”

Orm smiles, his eyes reflecting a genuine warmth. “It’s my pleasure. Atlantis is a place of wonders, and I want you to feel at home there. This water suit will ensure you can explore the depths with ease.”

With your belongings gathered, you and Orm make your way to the door, ready to step into the unknown together.

The two of you make your way to the beach where his Atlantean ship awaits. The sight of the vessel is nothing short of awe-inspiring, and you’re captivated by its appearance.

It resembles a magnificent fish, with two fins at the sides, each adorned with multiple blades and a sleek tail fin extending from the rear. The entire vessel is bathed in a stunning blend of bronze and gold hues, creating an otherworldly allure.

He gestures towards the Atlantean ship with a prideful smile, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of enthusiasm and fondness.

“This,” he begins, “is one of our high-speed Atlantean crafts. The design mimics the grace and speed of the ocean’s creatures.”

You marvel at the intricacies of the ship, its form unlike anything you’ve ever seen. The blades that make up the fins glint in the sunlight, creating an almost ethereal glow around the vessel. The dorsal fin, adorned with multiple blades, adds to the ship’s distinctive appearance.

You reach out to touch the smooth surface of it, marvelling at the craftsmanship. The blades that make up the fins feel cool to the touch, and the entire vessel seems to hum with a subtle energy.

“It’s beautiful,” you remark, your eyes still fixed on the Atlantean craft.

As you board the craft with Orm, he continues to share insights. “Atlantean technology combines functionality with artistry. The exterior is reinforced with materials unique to Atlantis, ensuring durability even in the depths of the ocean. And the interior is equipped with advanced systems for a comfortable and secure journey.”

Settling into the ship, you take in the surroundings. The interior seamlessly blends aesthetics with functionality. Intricate Atlantean symbols adorn the walls, casting an enchanting glow in the dim light. Orm, with a hint of amusement, points out various controls and panels, explaining their functions.

The hum of the engine fills the air as the craft comes to life.

Orm, seated beside you, his gaze lingering on your face. “It’ll take some time to reach Atlantis, but the journey is part of the experience. You’ll get to witness the beauty of the ocean depths as we travel,” he says, a genuine warmth in his voice.

The craft glides into the water with a seamless transition, and soon, you find yourself submerged beneath the waves.

The underwater world unfolds before your eyes, a mesmerising dance of marine life and vibrant coral reefs. As the ship propels forwards, you feel a sense of wonder and gratitude for the opportunity to explore this realm in a different way than before.

Orm, noticing the awe in your expression, smiles and squeezes your thigh softly. “Wait until you see Atlantis. It’s a sight like no other, and I’m thrilled to share it with you.”

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As the ship glides through the ocean depths, you gaze out of the transparent material that separates you from the incredible world outside. The water around the boat shimmers in a myriad of blues and greens, creating an ethereal dance of colours that captivates your marine biologist’s heart.

Orm, sitting beside you, points out various underwater wonders with evident pride. “Look there,” he says, his voice filled with admiration, “those are the illuminated gardens of the Brine Kingdom. Each glow is a different species of bioluminescent flora that thrives in the depths.”

You marvel at the ethereal beauty outside the ship’s transparent canopy. The gardens seem to dance with an otherworldly light, casting a magical glow that illuminates the surrounding waters. Schools of iridescent fish dart around, creating living tapestries of colour.

The ship continues its journey, and soon, the vast expanse of the sunken city comes into view - and it is a breathtaking spectacle of underwater grandeur.

The structures are built from living coral adorned with bioluminescent patterns that seem to pulse with the heartbeat of the ocean. The vibrant hues of coral create a mesmerising tapestry, and you can’t help but marvel at the harmonious blend of nature and Atlantean craftsmanship.

The city itself is a sprawling metropolis that seems to defy gravity, suspended in the water with otherworldly grace. Towers and spires extend into the ocean depths, their surfaces adorned with intricate carvings that tell the stories of generations past. The Atlantean architecture seamlessly integrates with the natural coral formations, creating a city that feels like an extension of the ocean itself.

As the ship glides closer to the heart of Atlantis, you catch glimpses of marine life that seem to coexist effortlessly with the Atlanteans. Schools of colourful fish swim alongside the ship, their scales glinting in the ambient light. Majestic seahorses and graceful dolphins playfully dart in and out of the city’s thoroughfares, adding to the enchanting spectacle.

The marine biologist in you is overwhelmed with awe at the diversity of aquatic life thriving in this underwater utopia. It’s a living, breathing ecosystem where Atlantean architecture seamlessly integrates with the natural environment, creating a balance that showcases the harmonious coexistence between the inhabitants and their surroundings.

Orm watches with pride as you take in the breathtaking scenery. His eyes reflect the wonder of someone who has seen this sight many times but still finds joy in sharing it with others.

When his eyes meet yours, he can see the awe and wonder in your expression, smiling at you.

“Welcome to Atlantis,” he says, his voice filled with a deep sense of belonging. “I hope you find its beauty as enchanting as I do.”

The ship descends further, and you’re surrounded by the bustling life of Atlantis. The Atlanteans, with their distinct features and iridescent attire, move with purpose through the city. The air is filled with a sense of energy and unity, and you can’t help but be moved by the sight of a society so deeply connected to the ocean.

Orm gestures towards the towering central spire, the heart of Atlantis. “That’s the Royal Palace, where the ruling council convenes. It houses the relics of our history and serves as a symbol of our unity.”

The ship passes through colossal gates adorned with Atlantean glyphs. The streets of Atlantis are bustling with activity, vibrant markets, and bustling thoroughfares filled with Atlanteans going about their daily lives.

You can’t help but be struck by the diversity of Atlantis. Different kingdoms, each with its own distinct architecture and culture, coexist harmoniously in this underwater metropolis.

The ship docks in a designated area, and you disembark with Orm into the heart of Atlantis. The city’s atmosphere is electric, a unique blend of tradition and innovation. As you walk through the bustling streets, the sights, sounds, and vibrant energy of Atlantis envelop you in a sensory symphony.

Orm, beside you, effortlessly navigates the water with a grace that captivates your attention. His every movement seems choreographed by the ocean’s currents, a dance between a skilled ruler and his boundless kingdom.

As you follow him through the underwater city, you can’t help but be mesmerised by the fluidity of his motions.

The play of light on his deep blue, tight, long-sleeved shirt with silver accents and tight blue pants accentuates the regal aura he exudes. The intricate patterns on his Atlantean attire shimmer like bioluminescent sea creatures, adding to the ethereal beauty of his presence.

Orm’s hair, once tousled by the surface winds, now flows in the water like strands of liquid silk. Each movement creates a delicate dance around him, responding to the gentle caress of the underwater currents. His eyes, a deeper shade of blue in this underwater realm, reflect the love he holds for his city and the sea.

This is who he is, where he belongs, and you find yourself in awe of him. He is already beautiful on land, but here, under the sea, he truly is a sight to behold.

Unable to resist, you reach out to touch the flowing strands of his hair. The tactile sensation is enchanting, the silkiness a testament to the purity of Atlantis’s waters. Orm turns to you, a smile playing on his lips.

His hand gently cups yours as he continues to lead the way through the underwater marvels of Atlantis. His eyes, filled with affection, convey a silent gratitude for your appreciation of his home.

As you and Orm enter the royal palace of Atlantis, the grandeur of the surroundings leaves you in awe. The intricate architecture, adorned with bioluminescent patterns, casts a mesmerising glow, creating an ambience of regality and history.

You gracefully traverse the intricacies of the ornate corridors within the royal palace, and Arthur emerges. His eyes light up with recognition upon catching sight of you, and a warm, welcoming smile graces his regal features.

“Hey there,” Arthur greets, his voice resonating with a friendly familiarity as he extends a hand in greeting, “It’s good to see you both.”

Orm responds with a nod, a tenderness evident in the way his gaze lingers on you.

“I was wondering when he’d bring you here,” Arthur teases, his tone light and playful. A subtle blush colours your cheeks as you steal a glance at Orm, who responds with an amused raise of his eyebrow.

Seizing the moment, Arthur takes the opportunity to playfully continue the banter. “Well then, let me show you around,” he suggests, gesturing for you to follow him through the resplendent corridors of the palace.

As Arthur becomes your guide, he weaves a narrative of the palace’s history, allowing the echoes of centuries past to reverberate through the grandeur of the architecture. The intricate blend of tradition and innovation in Atlantean design serves not only as a testament to their technological prowess but also as a vivid celebration of the profound connection the Atlantean people share with the ocean.

Arthur, with an air of casualness, drops a significant piece of information into the conversation.

“Our mother is also here today, brother,” he mentions, the casual tone belying the underlying significance. His eyes subtly shift toward you and Orm, leaving no doubt that her presence is connected to your arrival.

Orm has never talked much about his family, so you’re not sure what to make of this - if he even wants you to meet her.

Guided by Arthur you make your way to the throne room. The vast room is adorned with Atlantean glyphs and illuminated by the soft glow of bioluminescent crystals.

At the heart of the throne room, flanked by towering columns and shimmering tapestries, sits the imposing Atlantean throne. And there is a tall, imposing woman and you can only guess that this must be their mother.

Her gaze initially focused on the affairs of the kingdom, shifts to you and Orm. There’s a subtle warmth in her eyes as they meet yours, an unspoken acknowledgement of the significance of this meeting.

“Welcome to Atlantis,” she greets, her voice carrying a regal elegance that befits her status. “It’s a pleasure to have you here. I’m Atlanta.”

Atlanta’s graceful steps carry her towards Orm and you, the regal air surrounding her mirroring the commanding presence that Orm exudes.

The family resemblance between mother and son is undeniable, from the striking blue eyes to the light-hued hair, even if Atlanta’s is tinged with an almost ethereal shade of white.

She stops in front of Orm and wraps him in a tender embrace. Their deep connection is evident by the way they hold each other.

As they part from the embrace, there’s a brief exchange of glances, and you catch a flicker of pride in Atlanta’s eyes.

“Orm, my son,” Atlanta’s voice, regal and melodic, fills the space, “I am pleased to see you and to welcome you both to our home.”

Orm, still standing by your side, nods. “As am I, Mother. She is a significant part of my life.”

You feel a blush covering your cheeks at his words, and hearing him speak about you like that still catches you off guard.

Atlanta’s gaze shifts to you, and there’s a warmth in her eyes as she extends a welcoming nod and smiles, “I’m glad to finally meet you. I never thought my son would fall for a surface dweller.”

Part of you wants to tell her that your race doesn’t matter to either you or Orm, but you sense that she didn’t mean it in a bad way. The underlying meaning suggests that she is surprised that Orm finally made peace with the surface world.

So you offer a respectful nod and genuine smile in response, touched by the sincerity in Atlanta’s words.

Orm takes your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours, a subtle but reassuring gesture.

Atlanta smiles, the wisdom of an ageless ruler gleaming in her eyes, “Explore Atlantis, embrace its mysteries, and may the ocean guide you both on this journey.”

As you and Orm step out of the regal embrace of the throne room, the vibrant energy of Atlantis surrounds you once again. The intricacies of the palace architecture, the bustling activity of Atlanteans, and the ambient hum of underwater life create a tapestry of wonder.

Orm leads the way through a series of underwater passages, each adorned with bioluminescent patterns that seem to respond to his presence. The ambient light dances on his features, casting a mesmerising glow as you traverse the magnificent halls.

“Orm, that was incredible,” you express in awe, glancing around at the ethereal beauty that engulfs you.

He smiles, his eyes reflecting the pride of introducing you to his world. “This is just the beginning. There’s a place I want to show you, a hidden sanctuary accessible only to a few. It’s an air bubble, a haven which only the higher-borns have access. I thought it might be a unique experience for you.”

Intrigued, you follow Orm as he guides you through a series of concealed passages. The architecture becomes more intricate, and the surroundings subtly shift, indicating the exclusivity of the upcoming destination.

Finally, you arrive at an enchanting grotto adorned with shimmering corals and vibrant sea anemones. At the centre of the grotto, a translucent bubble of air encapsulates a pocket of atmosphere. It’s a surreal sight - a haven within the depths of the ocean.

Orm approaches a concealed entrance within the coral, activating an ancient Atlantean mechanism. The bubble shimmers for a moment before gently expanding to reveal a serene air-filled chamber. It’s a marvel - an oasis where the laws of the ocean seem suspended.

“This is it,” Orm explains, gesturing for you to step inside. “Here, the air is purified, and you can breathe as you would on the surface.”

You step into the bubble, and the transition from the aquatic environment to the breathable haven is seamless. The quiet ambience of the grotto soothes your senses, and the clarity of the air is refreshing as you feel your hair and clothes dripping with water.

“I come here when I seek solitude and reflection,” Orm confesses, his eyes holding a depth of emotions. “I thought you might appreciate the chance to experience a different facet of Atlantis.”

You glance around, marvelling at the surreal beauty of the hidden sanctuary, and your gaze naturally drifts towards Orm. The subdued glow of the grotto accentuates the wet sheen of his hair and clothes, droplets of water glistening like liquid diamonds against his form.

There’s a captivating allure in the way his attire clings to him, highlighting the contours of his muscular frame. The sight is both intimate and mesmerising, a testament to the fluidity of the environment you find yourselves in.

Orm, seemingly aware of your contemplation, meets your gaze with an affectionate smile. His eyes, still reflecting the depths of the ocean, hold a warmth that transcends the cool embrace of the aquatic surroundings.

“Is it strange to see me in this state?” Orm inquires playfully, running a hand through his wet hair, the strands being parted by his thick finger, clinging to them for a short moment. The droplets on his skin catch the bioluminescent glow, creating a subtle dance of light and shadow.

You chuckle, appreciating the genuine moment. “Not at all. Just appreciating the view.”

Stepping closer, Orm reaches out to gently cup your face, his thumb brushing away a stray drop of water with a tender touch.

“You’re part of this world now,” Orm murmurs, his voice carrying a resonance that resonates with a profound connection. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

With the enchanting ambience of the air bubble surrounding you, Orm’s gaze deepens, and the affectionate smile transforms into a longing expression. His thumb continues to trace the contour of your face, a delicate touch that conveys a silent invitation.

In the quietude of this hidden sanctuary, Orm leans in, his lips meeting yours in a tender kiss. The taste is a mingling of saltwater and something uniquely him. The kiss is both gentle and fervent, a reflection of the depth of emotions that have blossomed between you.

When the kiss finally breaks, Orm rests his forehead against yours, his eyes reflecting a myriad of emotions. The underwater glow bathes you both in a soft, otherworldly light, creating a surreal backdrop for this moment of shared intimacy.

“Being with you here in Atlantis, it feels like a dream come true,” Orm admits, his voice a hushed murmur.

You smile, genuine and feel butterflies erupting in your stomach, “It does feel like a dream, Orm. A beautiful, surreal dream.”

With a gentle caress, Orm brushes his lips against yours once more.

As the kiss lingers, it deepens in intensity, a magnetic pull that draws you closer. Orm’s hands, now firmly cradling your face, guide the rhythm of the kiss.

Orm’s lips, once gentle, now press against yours with a hunger that mirrors the intensity of the emotions swirling between you.

His fingers weave through your hair, and the sensation is electric. His touch, both confident and tender, ignites a spark of desire that resonates deep inside you.

As the kiss deepens, it becomes a fusion of passion and vulnerability. Your hands find their way to his shoulders, fingers threading through his wet hair, pulling him closer.

The world outside the grotto fades away, leaving only the two of you locked in a tender exchange.

Orm’s kisses become a series of promises, a silent declaration of the emotions he holds for you.

You feel a surge of desire, an unspoken need to explore each other further. Your hands trace the lines of Orm’s torso, fingers dancing over the fabric of his shirt.

With a shared understanding, Orm breaks the kiss momentarily, allowing you to pull the wet fabric over his head. The underwater cave bathes him in a soft, bioluminescent glow, revealing the intricate play of light and shadow on his chiselled physique.

The gentle illumination accentuates the contours of his chest and the definition of his abdominal muscles. His bare upper body glistens in the soft glow of the surroundings.

Droplets of water cling to his skin, catching the ambient light like liquid diamonds. Before cascading down his chest, refracting the radiant hues of the grotto’s shimmering glow. The deep blue of his tight-fitting shirt is now replaced by the natural shades of his bare form, creating a mesmerising sight in the enchanted underwater sanctuary.

Orm’s eyes, dark and intense, lock onto yours as he allows you to explore, each touch tinged with the ethereal quality of the underwater world. The play of light on his damp skin heightens the intimacy, turning this moment into a dance of desire.

As you run your fingers along the expanse of his chest, you marvel at the strength and grace encapsulated in his physique. While it isn’t the first time you’ve touched him, it certainly feels different - more profound and more intimate.

Orm’s hands find their place on your waist before they move to explore the contours of your torso. The touch is delicate yet fervent, his fingers tracing a path along the curve of your spine.

With a tender gaze, Orm communicates his unspoken yearning, and in a fluid motion, he begins to lift your shirt. The fabric clings momentarily to your skin, accentuated by the water.

The grotto’s soft glow plays upon the exposed skin, illuminating the contours of your form. Orm’s eyes, filled with a potent combination of desire and admiration, linger on the canvas of your bare upper body.

Orm’s fingers explore the canvas of your bare skin with exquisite tenderness as his hands trace patterns along your torso.

His gaze, a reflection of unspoken emotions, holds yours with an unwavering intensity, and Orm’s lips find yours once again. The kiss, now more fervent, echoes with the rhythms of the underwater sanctuary.

As the kiss deepens, you lose yourself in the rhythmic dance of passion, and his fingertips leave a trail of warmth in their wake.

When Orm’s lips part from yours, the magnetic pull between you remains palpable, your breath coming out in short puffs. His eyes, now darkened with desire, hold an unspoken promise of more to come.

In the soft light of the grotto, Orm’s hands become an extension of his unspoken desires. Fingers, capable and dexterous, trace invisible patterns on your damp skin. The play of light on his skin highlights the intricate details - the veins beneath the surface, the subtle flex of tendons - that collectively paint a portrait of strength and sensuality.

As your eyes trace the lines of his bare upper body, a sense of awe washes over you. The underwater light casts an almost celestial aura around him, turning the cavern into a sacred space where the beauty of Atlantis is embodied in the form of Orm. The water, a conductor of both light and desire, magnifies the allure of the Atlantean prince.

In the embrace of the cave, the ethereal glow becomes a canvas, accentuating the allure of Orm’s bare upper body. It’s a sight to behold, a convergence of strength and vulnerability, as he stands before you - a living testament to the majesty of Atlantis and the depths of the connection you now share beneath the waves.

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Autistic Anime Boys Prelims - Propaganda Division - Group 2

Propaganda:

Kyouya -

"what's there to say? you know him. you love him. vote kyoya."

Rinnosuke -

"Rinnosuke Morichika lives in an overly-cluttered curio shop, and has a special interest in making magical inventions. Since he doesn’t live in a modern setting— but a pocket dimension slightly disconnected to the outside world— whenever a modern item shows up in his shop via spiriting away, he can obsess over it for extended periods of time. He is quite blunt without realizing it, even to people he cares for. He also has a special ability to generally understand the name and use of any item he touches (though this backfires sometimes, he thought a Gameboy was a doomsday device once)."

Fuuta -

"okay look theres so many fucking signs hes autistic. he cannot tell tone and often doesn't know how to react to stuff which is a major point in his character id say. he was asked if he remembered his victim's name (hes a murderer. oops!) and his response was something along the lines of "Of course I do. I saw it everywhere." because he did not understand that they wanted to know what it was since it wasnt directly stated. im convinced that hoodies are a comfort object of his because i genuinely have not seen him without one except for one time. also hes canonically a chronically online twitter user. also he gets really passionate about his interests. also not really related but everyone in the fandom agrees hes transgender but no one can agree on what way. ive seen every single gender hc for this dude. vote kajiyama fuuta for this sopping wet poor little meow meow of a man."

Hansum -

"He's just a very odd and strange lad, can't remember names well, is an alien (mild spoiler), he's very popular, obsessed with Doritos and becomes their mascot, just refers to everyone as humans which is a mood, and is completely socially oblivious."

Miyuki -

"Relatable neurodivergent-Gifted Child syndromeTM case with all the superiority-inferiority complex that results. A chronic show-off and scheming strategist with a lowkey hopeless romantic dramatic aspect to him, silly cool and pathetic in a very hilarious way. Shirogane has a trademark glare purely thanks to his eyebags as he runs on coffee everyday having to support his family with multiple jobs in addition to class, on top of student council president duties. He's kind and an obsessive perfectionist who fills his entire wall with the weirdest motivational posters. Shirogane is very devoted to his love. He likes penguins (Kaguya and him is peak asd4asd and bi4bi btw)."

Kirito -

"He's autistic and bisexual as hell, and there's a good bit of trans coding in him 🥺

Autism coding: Bro's literally got a sword and swordfighting hyperfixation where, despite playing a game that focuses around guns, he still chooses to use a sword!! We also see him completely missing Asuna's flirting at first (he tells her she could have just checked her friendlist to make sure he was alive, in response to her tracking him down to see him)

Bi coding: Dual wielding swords is literally a euphemism in Japan for bisexuality; and Kirito initially tries to hide the fact he can dual wield out of fear of how the people he's close to will view him (and once he reveals it to them and they accept it, he begins to be more open about it.) Also in the Underworld arc he becomes very close with Eugeo to the point of living with him (and sharing a bed on occasion), and there are several parallels between Eugeo and Asuna, and they're so gay for each other that despite the anime having only a toned down version of it, they're still very affectionate (Also of note is that Eugeo is the only guy in SAO canon to consistently have a 'laying in bed with Kirito' talk CG in the spinoff games) (There's more but it's spoilers and this is a shortened version)

Trans coding: Kirito is very trans coded in the light novel (which shows Kirito's thoughts in much greater detail than the anime) Aincrad arc reveals that Kirito explicitly Does Not Like his real face, and dislikes how feminine it looks (he mentions that its led to him and his cousin being mistaken for sisters) And in Phantom Bullet arc, he's visibly uncomfortable at being mistaken for a girl due to his avatar's appearance, and in response to being misgendered he briefly panics and checks to make sure his chest flat (at least in the anime adaptation) 🏳️‍⚧️"

Shirou -

"Has one goal in life and ignores almost everything in favor of trying to fulfil that goal."

Keith -

"Speaks in a way that is seen as weird and has mannerisms others think is funny. He struggles with not being taken seriously by others because of this and many of the things others say goes over his head. He struggles to connect with other people because of these things. His entire arc in the second film is about him deciding that the people who don't accept him for who he is aren't worth it and that he's going to continue being himself."

Junpei -

"for other fans of this series, I know the more obvious representation here may be Luou, Junpei is So Good. his special interest is ballet and he has so many hangups involving how his family sees him and how other boys his age interpret him to the point that his idea of masculinity is extremely narrow and he enforces social rules on himself to mask and keep people from realizing that he loves something that Isn't Manly. he misinterprets social cues and takes things literally, like assuming that when Miyako asked him to dance with her she meant Right This Minute rather than as a pair in the studio. for some reason the point where he cuts his hair super short to prove his devotion to ballet is also sticking with me, I think maybe it's the combination of the way it's normal for boys/men in Japan to do that, yet Junpei didn't realize that kind of attitude/action didn't suit ballet at all? he wasn't aware that the context was completely different. Junpei also doesn't act or pretend very well, he's gotta put his whole entire ass into his roles, which he then proceeds to get TOO into and cause a lot of trouble, without giving too much away! he's really relatable to me as someone who's socially anxious but very skilled at masking, and seeing him become more comfortable with himself and start to show how he really feels is so inspiring to me."

Kazuma -

"He may be (wildly) misguided but his intentions are good kinda! He’s just the Guy of all time idk how to explain it."

[coldbrewghoul]

To Heat Up and Icy Hatred - Ult!RiDexReader One Shot

A pseudo sequel for To Warm a Frozen Soul, just so I can create smut situations with a lose overarching plot to give me an excuse for some future fun scenarios.

Doctor Richtofen teleports Dempsey and Reader back to Kino der Toten to find a device that can affect the synchronization of minds. For what purpose? Who can tell with the maniacal doctor, but he insists that the device be tested before they leave. Dempsey ends up in an all too familiar situation: in a chair with some strange memory affecting device strapped to his head. An accidental touch brings Reader and Dempsey together in one mission: to serve the handsome German doctor.

Notes: Shameless Smut, Kino Der Toten Map, Threesome, Memory Alteration, Banter, Love Confessions, Fluff, Headaches & Migraines

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You lounged on a theater seat, exhausted and questioning all your life choices, while you waited for the two men to finish their bickering. They’d probably be at it for a while… You contemplated running out to the lobby to fix the popcorn machine so you could have a snack with the show they were putting on for you, yelling at each other like an old married couple on the stage. 

“I did not agree to go on a wild goose chase for another dumbass Nazi experiment that will probably melt my brain, Richtofen!” Dempsey was pacing around the German angrily, his boots stomping loudly on the wood of the stage. “Take us back to Tak and Nikoai right now!”

“Ja, let me just fix  the teleporter with all the spare parts I keep in my pocket,” Richtofen replied sarcastically, rolling his eyes and gesturing to the teleporter as it fizzled with showers of blue sparks. When the three of you arrived, the insertion point had been off; instead of appearing nicely on the stage you’d gotten to experience being slammed around the Stupid Tin Can of Danger as it fell from above the theater. Now it lay at an angle embedded halfway into the stage.

“Jesus fucking Christ, would it kill you to make it work right once?” Dempsey shouted, waving his arms in exasperation.

“Pretty sure it almost killed him just now,” you chimed in, adding fuel to their fire. Richtofen shot you a look that said you’d be paying for that comment later when he got you alone. You looked forward to it.

“This is a Group 935 research station, my dear idiot American. I am sure we will find the parts we need to fix the teleporter quickly and we’ll be back before you know it.” Richtofen paused, a grin spreading over his face. “After we search for the N.S.A.”

“Absolutely not. I am not trusting you with anything called the NSA!” Dempsey scoffed, looking at you for backup and glaring when you just shrugged. He turned back to Richtofen. “The last thing we need is for you to get access to some National Security thingy.”

“Nein, nein, it’s nothing so nefarious as you suggest. It is simply a Neural Synchronization Amplifier,” Richtofen explained, looking innocent.

“So you can read our goddamn brains? That sounds worse!”

Everyone froze as a high-pitched screeching followed by chittering filled the air. In a heartbeat, you were standing with your gun to your shoulder, scanning the area around Richtofen to make sure he wasn’t in danger. Your heart squeezed when you saw he was doing the same for you, looking out at the theater, gun in hand. It was Dempsey who found the Nova 6 Crawler first, shooting it multiple times before it lunged at him, making a guttural, insect-like hiss, its claws extended.

You got a few shots in and between the two of you it dropped from the air before it got too close, screeching before exploding and leaving a hissing gas cloud. You scrambled up to the stage to join the men. “Instead of wasting time bickering let’s just find the parts we need and whatever it is Edward is looking for so we can get the fuck out of here,” you suggested, staring at the gas cloud with a look of disgust on your face. The Nova 6 Crawlers creeped you out more than anything.

“How are you not worried about him getting his hands on this Neural Synchro–whatever?” Dempsey growled, upset by your betrayal. “And… when the fuck did you start calling him–” He jabbed a thumb at the doctor. “–Edward?” The way he said Richtofen’s first name was mockingly high pitched.

Your ears turned red and your eyes widened as you realized your slip up. You and Edward had been keeping your relationship a secret from the rest of the team for the past month. It hadn’t been easy–the two of you were so damn horny you’d almost been caught multiple times while sneaking off to fuck in closets and any other dark corner you could find. Okay, you’d been trying to keep it a secret. Edward continued to flirt and tease you in front of everyone, but since he’d always done that it didn’t really garner any attention.

“Are we going to stand here all day listening to your delusional ramblings?” Richtofen teased, saving you from coming up with a way to salvage the situation.

“Look who’s talking, doc. You practically invented delusional rambling!” Dempsey growled, his attention back on the German man he hated so much.

“Boys! Mission!” You snapped, no longer as amused by their antics as you were earlier. “I’d really like to get this over with before we have to deal with more of those damn crawler things.”

“I second that, doll. Those freakbags are fucking creepy,” Dempsey agreed. “And they smell like a pool of shit.”

“But their screams are so…erotic…ja!” Richtofen moaned, biting his lip and rolling his eyes back in a mock orgasm.

You blushed and laughed. Dempsey just looked disgusted. “Your boat gets floated by some freaky shit, doc….”

Tank was right about that. You knew firsthand just how freaky Edward preferred his sex. “Isn’t most of the testing stuff back in the dressing room?” You said pointedly, reminding them there was a mission to complete here.

“Right you are!” Richtofen grinned. “Ah! My favorite room. All that delicious brainwashing equipment!”

The three of you headed behind the stage, dealing with the zombies that roamed across your path, until you found the psychological experiment lab. Where there were once dress racks there were now intimidating chairs with what looked like electroshock therapy devices on top. Instead of make-up on the vanities there were syringes and wires. Your sick little mind wondered how much fun Edward and you could have in a room like this. You pulled the doctor aside while Dempsey was busy elsewhere to whisper in his ear. “Next time, bring me here alone.” You wiggled your eyebrows suggestively.

Edward let out a quiet groan, his eyes filling with lust and delight. “Mein gott, I love how depraved you are, Schatz… If I hadn't needed a test subject…” He sighed looking at Dempsey, panicking as the American picked something up to inspect it. “Ach! Put that down! Who knows what damage you might cause with your clumsy hands!”

You watched him run off to snatch some weird helmet out of Tank’s hands. “Ah! Wunderbar! This is exactly what I was looking for. Perhaps you are a good dog after all, Dempsey.”

Dempsey rolled his eyes. “Great, let’s find the parts we need for the teleporter and get out of here.”

“Not yet,” Richtofen said, an evil grin. “I have to make sure it’s working!” He looked at Dempsey meaningfully.

“Oh, hell no!” Dempsey said, taking a step back and holding up his hands. “I am not letting you put that thing on me!”

“Oh, my dear Dempsey, it’s not as if you have any brain cells left to worry about! I’m not fixing anything until I’ve made sure this works.” The German doctor grinned, motioning for him to sit down on one of the chairs. “Besides, what do you have to worry about? That you’ll lose the memories you already don’t have anymore?”

“And who’s fault was that!” Dempsey roared, pushing Richtofen away from him as the doctor tried to put the helmet on his head.

“I’ll do it.”

They both looked at you with concern. “Abso-fucking-lutely not,” Dempsey said firmly.

“I’m afraid you would not be an ideal test subject,” Richtofen said, narrowing his eyes. “Dempsey is the perfekt specimen for this test.”

“Yeah, but he’s saying no and I just want this over with,” you said, exasperated. You sat down in the cleanest looking chair and waited expectantly.

Dempsey shook his head. “Jesus fucking Christ, get out of the damn chair. I’ll do the fucking experiment and then we are getting the hell out of here.” He grabbed your arm to pull you up and sat down in your place.

“But–”

You started to speak, but Tank cut you off. “No way. The doc is right. My brain has already been fucked with. Yours hasn’t. If he ain’t letting us leave until we test the stupid thing out then it’s gonna be on me…” His voice softened, a sadness seeping into them. “You should keep your memories.”

Your brows furrowed and you pressed your lips together as empathy for the man sitting in front of you squeezed your chest. You could only imagine how terrible it would be to lose your memories; forgetting people you loved, precious moments of your life wiped away… Glancing at Richtofen, who suffered with memories that weren’t even his crowding his brain, you wondered if these two men who hated each other so much knew how the other suffered. Perhaps they could bond over it… Doubtful.

Richtofen grabbed you by the hips, interrupting your musing to shift you aside so he could place the helmet over Dempsey’s head, futzing with wires and settings. You bit the skin around your thumbnail nervously. “He’s going to be fine, right?”

Edward turned to look at you, reading your anxiety easily. “Of course! I know what I’m doing. I am a doctor after all,” he said assuringly. Did he realize how absolutely not assuring it was when he reminded people he was a doctor? Especially because of what kind of doctor he was… You decided to stay close to Dempsey, sitting down in the chair and patting his hand.

It was a mistake. A stupid mistake. Richtofen hadn’t noticed you’d touched Tank when he turned the helmet on. Both you and Dempsey’s heads snapped back and your brain was flooded with fuzzy images; vague broken memories of running around golden wheat fields that rose over your head, crawling through muddy obstacle courses while someone yelled above, being dragged by guards to a cell, screaming in pain while bound to a table, and Richtofen’s leering smile while you writhed in agony…

You woke up with the worst headache of your life, bringing your hand to your eyes to block out the light. Someone pulled your hand away, spreading your eyelids open one by one as you tried to swat them away. You could barely make out that there were two figures leaning over you, let alone identify them. You kicked out to get them away from you, your foot colliding with the abdomen of the one who’d touched your eyes. The other one grabbed you as you lunged to get upright. They were big and strong, trapping your arms to your sides as you struggled for freedom.

“Whoa there, girlie. It’s just us! You’re safe! We ain’t trying to hurt you.” Tank’s familiar voice said, grunting as you kicked his shin. “Well, I’m not trying to hurt you… Can’t speak for the doc, but I think he’s gonna be busy trying to breathe for a while…”

You stopped fighting and he put you down, stabilizing you as you wobbled dizzily. You clutched your head as sharp pain stabbed through your temple. “What the fuck happened?” Your voice was slurred and distorted.

“Your minds… linked… from contact…” Richtofen huffed, getting up and clutching his abdomen. “I knew you had… toned legs, but… fick, that hurt.”

“What does that mean? Linked?” You pressed your palms on either side of your face as if you could squeeze the torment out of your brain.

“It means you got my memories… and I got yours,” Dempsey answered, shifting uncomfortably.

“Then why the fuck are you okay?” You grumbled at the unfairness. He looked perfectly fine and here you were dying! Edward pulled your hands down to your sides and began massaging your temple. You squinted as things slowly came back into focus and the first thing you saw was how worried your lover was, examining you carefully.

“Because your memories were whole and healthy, liebe. His weren’t and… you may have suffered some of his neurological damage,” Edward said softly, pressing his cool fingers into various pressure points on your head. “Es tut mir so leid… I should have noticed… should have told you not to touch him.”

Something clicked and you looked at Tank in horror. “You have my memories?!” You pulled away from Edward’s touch, regretting it immediately as the throbbing returned without his ministrations. “Oof…” You found a chair and sat back down. Edward followed to continue his tending to you.

“Yeah… uh… some of the more… recent ones and…” Tank’s face went beet red as he looked anywhere but at you. “Um, anything… where you felt strong… uh… emotions.”

Blood rushed to your face, not helping the headache situation at all. “Oh my god…”

“Yeah, you uhhhh… you say that a lot in most of them,” he admitted sheepishly.

Richtofen was smirking and you kicked him lightly. “I am so, so sorry, Tank!”

“Has anyone told you that you have terrible taste in men?” Dempsey asked, shaking his head. “Jesus, the things I now have to live with knowing… I’d already seen too much of the doc with his clothes on, I didn’t need to know what he looked like naked…”

If the migraine didn’t kill you the mortification would for sure. You groaned, looking at Edward to commiserate with. He didn’t seem bothered by this nearly as much as you did. In fact, the bastard was practically giggling at the whole situation. “Stop it,” you hissed.

“Really you’re quite lucky, Dempsey,” Edward said playfully. “I am a fantastic fuck.”

“Just shut up,” the American growled, looking anguished. “Jesus fucking Christ, I had been wondering what all that screaming from the lighthouse in Siberia was about… ugh!”

“Look, I can explain–”

Dempsey put up a hand to cut you off. “No, I think I’ve got all the explanation I need in here–” he tapped the side of his head, grimacing “–and I really don’t think I wanna hear about it on top of experiencing it. The fact that you actually love a creep like him…”

Your eyes widened. Edward’s eyes widened, head whipping to look at Dempsey and then back at you. The lines between his brows deepened and his eyes were pleading with you for answers, confirmation… You sheepishly shrugged, grimacing. “Well, it’s not… that’s not exactly how I meant for you to find out—” He lunged for your lips, trapping you to the chair as he passionately devoured you.

“Oh gross! Just because I know now doesn’t mean you guys shouldn’t keep hiding it. Please, by all means, keep finding broom closets to fuck in!” Dempsey said somewhere nearby. You ignored him, your arms around Edward’s neck, a hand feeling the back of his hair and brushing against the edge of his cap, sighing happily into his kiss. Your lips were swollen by the time he was done ravishing them.

“We should rest here for the night,” Edward said, caressing his fingers over your forehead. “It’s quite late. You were out for a while and some sleep will give your brain time more to process what it experienced.”

“I wouldn’t say no to a nap, but the zombies–” You looked and realized that while you were passed out the men must have barricaded the room. They’d piled furniture in front of the doorways and windows. “I guess I was out for a while…”

“Stay here and take this.” Edward pulled out some pills from his medical pouch and handed them to you. “I will set up a nice place for you to sleep.” He kissed your forehead and went to gather cushions and anything soft he could find to make a bed.

You popped the pills in your mouth, washing them down with a swig from your canteen. The headache wasn’t as strong as when you first woke up, but it was still pounding against your eardrums. You glanced around, your eyes landing on Dempsey. You cocked your head to the side, watching him as he watched Edward bend over to spread out the various throw pillows and old fur coats he’d collected. The soldier licked his lips, his eyelids heavy as he stared at the doctor’s ass. You blinked. How much had merging your minds affected him?

With a shake of his head the American broke from the trance he was in. When he noticed you staring, he pursed his lips together. “I don’t want to hear a fucking word from you,” he hissed as he passed you to go find his own place to sleep as far away as possible from the bed Richtofen was setting up. You chewed your cheek to keep from laughing.

When Edward was done, he offered you a hand and you followed him to the bed. He insisted on helping you out of your gear much to Dempsey’s distress. “Guys, no. Just… Don’t even think about it,” he grumbled from his corner.

“Oh shush you,” Richtofen called as if scolding a child. “She’s in no state for me to play with her tonight. I am simply preparing her for bed.”

“I wouldn’t say I’m in that bad a state,” you said loud enough for Tank to hear, grinning at Edward.

“I’m going to vomit. It’s going to be Siberia all over again!” Tank threatened. You remembered the horror of being trapped in the teleporter with poor sick Takeo and your upper lip curled in disgust. Edward just giggled, finishing his task and stripping his own gear off till he was just in his slacks. He got down on the bed and bade you to lay down with him.

“Oh my goodness,” you said in excitement. “We get to sleep together?!” The closest you two had gotten to laying down together during bedtime was staring at each other from separate sleeping bags.

“Well, he already knows…No point in pretending now.” Edward grinned as you eagerly snuggled up to him. The medicine he’d given you earlier was already taking the edge off of your migraine.

“You two are disgusting!”

“Shut up, Dempsey!” Both you and Edward yelled in unison, giggling like children.

“Ohhhh this is so nice,” you whispered, pressing your body to his.

“Gut, rest,” your lover ordered, holding you in his muscled arms. For an older man, he was surprisingly well toned. You supposed running around killing zombies helped with that. Closing your eyes, your fingers ran through the patch of grey hair on his chest. He hummed contentedly, caressing your back, and you kept up the soft touches even after your arm started aching. Eventually Dempsey’s snores filled the room, but you were still wide awake, your head throbbing too much to actually fall asleep.

“You need to rest,” Edward whispered, placing a hand over yours to stop your caresses. “Go to sleep.”

“I’m trying…” you whined quietly. “My head still hurts like hell.”

“Roll over,” he said, jutting his chin to direct you.

Confused, you followed his order and rolled onto your side so your back was to him. He curled his body around yours, his hand coming to rest on your abdomen. After a moment of adjusting so both of you were comfortable on the lumpy cushion bed, his fingers began to trail up your shirt. You twisted to look back at him, raising an eyebrow.

“The endorphins an orgasm releases is often quite helpful in relieving headaches, despite many wives denying the fact,” he stated, getting a handful of your breast and massaging it gently before doing the same to the other. You bit your lip to stifle any accidental noises as warmth coiled in your lower stomach. He played with your nipples, pinching and rolling them while he planted kisses into the base of your neck. When your whole body was tense with anticipation, your thighs shifting together as you became desperate for friction, he slid his hand down your stomach to between your thighs.

You let out a quiet gasp as he slipped under your panties and found the slick wetness that had built up between your folds. Letting out a low growl in your ear, his cock hardened against your ass as your arousal excited him. He teased you, stroking the sensitive skin around your pussy until you were hyper aware of his touch before he gave you what he knew you really wanted. He started with slow circles around your clit, covering your mouth with his free hand as you whimpered. You pressed back against his cock, wanting more, but he tsked. “Stop trying to distract your doctor from administering your treatment,” he admonished playfully, grazing your ear with his teeth and making your whole body shudder.

His fingers began to move faster, more insistent. You couldn’t help the low, breathy moan that escaped from your lips into his hand. His fingers tightened across your face, careful to leave your nose uncovered so you could still breathe while your hips bucked slightly. When you pressed into the hand on your cunt, he heeded your request, circling your bud faster and applying pressure with the heel of his palm. You keened, your orgasm building up as your pussy clenched in pain, begging to be filled.

That’s when you noticed it. Two small pinpoints of light reflecting off shiny surfaces in the distance where Dempsey was supposedly sleeping–your mind had been too far gone to notice his snoring had stopped. In the dim light you could just barely see him, lips parted, hand down his pants as he watched you getting fingered. The two of you stared at each other until Edward noticed your attention had been pulled elsewhere and followed your gaze. His chest vibrated against your back as he chuckled. “You’ll get a better view over here,” he suggested, removing his hand from your cunt to toss the jackets you were using as blankets off you.

You gasped as cold air hit you and Edward no longer warmed you from behind. With predatory swiftness he shifted to hover over you, stripping your panties down your legs and tossing them in Dempsey’s direction. You were grabbed around the waist and pulled up so he could sit you up on his lap, your back to his chest again. For a brief moment you could see Tank, leaning against the wall in the corner of the room, his arm moving rhythmically as he watched, a conflict between lust and disgust in his eyes. Your view was obstructed as Edward peeled your shirt off you, exposing you completely.

Holding you to him with a hand clutching your breast, Edward resumed attacking your pussy. His chin rested on your shoulder as he watched Dempsey stare at the two of you, spreading your lips with his fingers to show you off. You whimpered as your warm, wet core was hit with frigid air. Edward slowly slid a finger inside you, filling you, but not enough.

“Don’t be so shy,” Edward called to the corner. “Put on a show for her.”

You watched through your eyelashes as Tank hesitated. He wanted it, but nervousness held him back. After what you assumed was an interesting debate with himself he stood, stripping off his clothes and edging closer. Edward entered you with a second digit and the American groaned, watching you get finger fucked like it was hypnotising him. He was standing in front of you now, looking down, unsure what to do, what he was allowed to do. You weren’t sure either. This was Edward’s game and whatever he decided you were happy to go along with.

“Let her see you stroke yourself,” your German lover ordered, his voice getting husky. Your head lolled back onto his shoulder as he rubbed his palm into your clit while curling his fingers to press into the spot he knew would send you over the edge. He no longer prevented your moans and you released them freely.

Tank wrapped his hand around his cock, pumping it eagerly. You had a great view from Edward’s lap, right at the other man’s waist height. You licked your lips. It wasn’t a bad cock. Not quite as long as Edward’s, but thicker. The way he handled himself you could tell he’d would fuck roughly. You barely noticed when two of Edward’s fingers slipped into your mouth and a voice bade you to suck them. You did automatically, but you were already slipping into a state of mind that was more instinct than logic.

“She’s very good with her mouth. Why don’t you find out for yourself?” Edward gripped your jaw, pulling it open and almost immediately it was filled with a needy cock. A hand rested on your head, but it was swatted away. “At ease, soldier,” your lover teased the American, “I will guide her for you.”

At once Tank obeyed, holding his hands behind his back. Edward grabbed a fistfull of your hair at the base of your head and thrust you onto the cock, sending your lips to the base. Tears filled your eyes and you looked up, but Tank wasn’t looking at you. His eyes were locked to something–someone–just over your shoulder. It was Richtofen he couldn’t keep his eyes off of. You could relate.

Using your hair, Edward began to fuck the other man with your mouth, pulling you forward and back while you focused on three things: sucking, finding chances to breathe, and the tightening in your core as Edward’s thumb moved fast against your clit, a third finger sliding inside you.

After getting used to (and loving the hell out of) how loud Edward was while fucking, it was almost disconcerting how quiet Tank was. All you heard was the lewd wet noises from the penetration of both your lips and Edward’s encouraging whispers in your ear: “Such a good girl… meine kleine Schlampe…”

“Fuck, I’m going to cum!” Tank finally spoke, gasping as if he’d been holding his breath while his hips started to shudder.

“Not before her,” Edward hissed sharply, working your cunt roughly. “But lucky for you, she’s close… and she looks thirsty.” He yanked your head back as you cried out, your pleasure snapping inside you. “Now.”

Tank only had to stroke his cock a couple times before his cum was spurting into your open mouth. You swallowed, eyes widening in shock at just how much was expelled out of him. When his outpour slowed you leaned forward to suck him clean, his knees shaking as you overstimulated him. When you’d gotten the last taste of him in your mouth you pulled away to relax back against Edward, turning your head to kiss his jaw.

Tank dropped to his knees in front of the two of you, leaning forward. To both yours and Edward’s surprise Dempsey pressed his lips to the other man’s. You watched, catching your breath, as Dempsey closed his eyes and kissed your lover ardently. Edward glanced out of the corner of his eye at you, hesitating. You smiled and shrugged, shifting to kiss his cheek. With some trepidation, Edward kissed the other man back, accepting Dempsey’s request to deepen it so their tongues could explore each other’s mouths. Tank’s naked chest was pressed against yours, pinning you between the two of them. Edward grabbed one of the other man’s hands, pulling it to one of your breasts while he played with the other.

You hummed contentedly as two different sized hands roamed your body, listening to the two men kiss, but that wasn’t enough Edward. He shifted and pushed your head in so your lips joined theirs, everyone taking turns tasting each other to the point you had no idea whose lips were on yours at any given moment.

Edward was still rock hard against your back and the fact that he’d held off seeking out his own pleasure for this long was an injustice you intended to rectify. You pushed Dempsey away from the two of you and slipped off Edward’s lap so you could guide him to lay down on his back on the bed, yanking his pants off. Tank looked uncertain as you began to lick Edward’s cock, purposefully sitting on one side of your lover’s hips so the soldier could have the other. You raised an eyebrow at him as you kissed the head. “Well, aren’t you going to help me?”

He crawled forward, joining you. You noticed with a smirk he was pulling the tricks you usually used for giving head, your memories guiding him. Your tongues brushed together and sometimes your lips bumped as you both licked and sucked. Edward added to the chorus of wet noises with gasps and moans, his hands coming to rest on both of your heads while the two of you serviced him. “Fick, (y/n), it’s like I have two of you…”

You used one hand to rub his nipple while the other caressed and dragged your nails over his thigh. Dempsey gently massaged Edwards balls, his eyes glazed. You noticed with amusement that he seemed to be lost in the same subspace that buzzed your mind whenever Edward dominated you. Pulling back, you crawled up to kiss and bite Edward’s neck while Dempsey wrapped his lips around the cock he now had all to himself.

Your sweet Doctor was panting, his head tossed back in pure bliss as the two of you tended to his pleasure. “Ahhh… meine liebe…” Edward breathed, finding your lips and kissing you. You teased his tongue out with yours and sucked it, running your fingers through his short hair. You could feel his hips shudder and buck, making Dempsey gag as the hard cock was shoved deep down his throat. Edward cried out as he came, his whole body trembling from the overwhelming amount of attention he was receiving. When Dempsey sat up, drool and cum dripping down his chin, you saw with satisfaction that he chose to swallow the load in his mouth.

You licked and kissed Edward’s ear, administering gentle caresses over his body as his orgasm ebbed. “I love you,” you whispered, surprised as Tank’s voice joined yours with the same words. The American was resting his head on Edward’s hips, running his fingers over the doctor’s toned abs, looking up at Edward adoringly. Your lover smirked and whispered in your ear: “That is the look you give me every time I fuck you.”

You blushed. Tank looked pathetic, fully submissive, and absolutely fucked out. Is that really how you looked after Edward was done with you? Lost in carnal bliss and worshipful love? Edward turned your chin so you were looking back at him and you accepted his kiss, returning it with soft nips to his lower lip. Dempsey’s breath evened out as he fell asleep, holding on to one of the German’s legs.

Edward sighed happily. “He’s such a lucky man. You’ve been so generous to him tonight, liebling. Who knew you were so willing to share?”

“What about you? I was surprised you were willing to let him touch me at all. You are so possessive.”

He smirked. “At first I only meant to tease him–show him how gorgeous you were, how delicious it was to fuck you, how you were mein. But the way he looked at me… It was the way you always looked at me und…well, what can I say? My horniness took over.”

“Will he always be like this?” Your whisper was barely audible in case Dempsey could hear you in his sleep. “I’m not sure I’m willing to share you all the time, but I’d feel bad denying him if he feels the way I do about you.”

“All the reports say the effect should be temporary, but with the damage to his mind…who can say if the effect will linger longer?” He cupped your cheek. “Do not worry, mein liebe. He may have swayed me with your look, but he is not you. He is not mein the way you are. The way you will always be…”

He paused, trapping you with the gaze of his icy blue eyes. “I think… I love you. As much as anyone such as me can love. Whatever my heart can muster is yours.”

“Whatever your heart can muster is enough for me,” you whispered, tears filling your eyes.

He frowned. “Nien, meine liebe! Why are you crying?”

“Because I love you so much and Tank ruined my confession,” you warbled out, “I wanted the moment I finally told you to be perfect!”

“Oh, Schatz, every moment with you is perfekt,” he chuckled, kissing your nose.

“Edward…”

“Yes, liebe?”

“I don’t care what the others think. I’m sleeping in your bed every night from now on.”

He gave you one of those special genuine smiles. “I think I can handle that.”

“Good, because that’s another thing Dempsey is ruining right now. My first night in your arms…”

“Oh, absolutely not.” He shook his leg and Tank woke up with a start. “Off to your own bed, dog!”

Tank grumbled about being woken up so unceremoniously and you felt a little bad as he sleepily wandered back to grab his clothes and curl up on his pile of old dresses in the corner. Edward sat up to adjust the bed that got messed up from the threesome and then pulled you down to him so your head was on his shoulder. He tossed the jackets you’d been using as blankets back over the two of you. “Is your head feeling any better?”

“Hm, I don’t know… perhaps you should apply another treatment, doctor.” You wiggled your eyebrows.

“I think you imagine you are in a relationship with a much younger man, liebling,” he scoffed. “As much as your insatiability endears you to me, a man of my age has limits. My energy has been… sucked dry.” The corners of his lips curled up at his pun.

“I think dealing with a younger you would kill me,” you mused. “You’re already so…energetic. If you could last multiple rounds I’d probably die.” Your words got quieter as you started drifting to sleep, happily cuddling him. His hand smoothed your hair and you barely heard his whisper as you slipped into a deep slumber.

“I do love you. I know it. These feelings… They are mine and mine alone.”

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You woke up safe and warm in your lover’s arms for the first time, looking up at him while he slept peacefully. As your eyes focused to glance around the room you saw that Dempsey was still fast asleep… and that there was a bulge in the makeshift blankets at Edward’s hips. Taking advantage of the situation, your fingers carefully trailed down his chest to find his cock, wrapping your hand around the shaft and pumping his length. He stirred, a sigh released from his lips as his eyes fluttered open. After a brief moment of post-sleep confusion his eyes snapped open, becoming aware of what was happening. He was rolling on top of you in milliseconds.

“My, my, someone’s impatient,” he murmured, knocking your knees aside and taking no time at all to run the tip of his cock along your slit until he found your hole, entering you roughly with a hard thrust. “Good morning, Schlampe.”

“Good morning, Herr Doktor,” you moaned as he worked his way fully inside you, wrapping your arms around his ribs to grip his back. You leaned up to kiss him, morning breath be damned. Growling against you, hungry for your flesh, he captured your bottom lip between his teeth. You gasped, pressing your hips up against him until he was fully sheathed inside you. As soon as the tip of his cock pressed against your cervix he began rutting into you, forcefully taking his pleasure knowing that the violence would quickly send you to yours. You whimpered, digging your nails in and attempting to rock your hips in time.

“Such an insatiable desperate little hure,” Edward crooned, grinning as he looked down upon you.

“I… I didn’t get enough of your Schwanz last night…” You groaned, your head tossing back in ecstacy.

He grabbed your exposed neck and squeezed, pounding into you with even more force. “Regretting being so generous? Feeling a tad possessive of me, Schätzchen?”

“You’re mine,” you said firmly, forcing the words out despite his grip on your throat, arching your back to allow him more access.

He took what you gave, his hip bones colliding against your pelvis with each stroke. “I think I may be,” he conceded, his ability to speak lessening as his breathing got heavier. His eyes fluttered as your cunt squeezed around him, enjoying the feel of your orgasm. The pleasure sparked stars in your air-deprived darkening vision. He relaxed his grip so you didn’t pass out while he overstimulated you, continuing to fuck you past your climax.

Whimpering and writhing underneath him, your nails scratched down his back as the sensations overwhelmed you. He chuckled, delighted by how pathetic you were acting under him, watching you with heavy lidded eyes. Your spasms were quickly sending him to his own orgasm, his thrusts becoming erratic until his cock was twitching and spurting cum deep inside you. When finished, he laid down on top of you, nuzzling into your neck with a satisfied hum. You kissed his temple, holding him close as his weight pressed down on you comfortably.

“He will not take me from you,” Edward whispered suddenly.

“What?”

He pulled back and kissed your forehead before getting up to find something to clean you with. “Ach! Just the voices, liebling,” he dismissed with a wave of his hand.

You narrowed your eyes at his back, not quite sure you believed him. Usually the way he spoke to his hallucinations was less… softly serious. He didn’t let you think about it for long, kissing your thoughts away as he wiped you with a cloth. Dempsey started stirring as the two of you got dressed. “Morning, sleepyhead,” you called over to him.

He sat up quickly and looked at the two of you, his face turning red. “Last night… Did we–Did I really…?”

“Ja, and you were quite good at it too,” Edward replied, teasing him. “It’s a pity you insist on using your mouth to spout stupid nonsense instead of sucking cocks more often.”

You gave Edward a light punch on his shoulder and a Be nice! look. Tank groaned and busied himself with putting his gear on quickly, not looking at either of you. There was an awkward silence in the room as everyone prepared to head out, but before the three of you left the room the soldier approached you both.

“We never speak of last night,” he said firmly, but then an unreadable look crossed his face. “I-I enjoyed it. Not sure how much of it was me and not her or if there is even a difference now, but… Damn it, this is fucking weird. Just know it is not happening again.”

Richtofen invaded the man’s personal space, backing him up against the wall. “Are you sure about that, my dear, sweet Dempsey?”

Tank’s breathing hitched, his eyes dilating as he was cornered by the German doctor. His lips parted and you noticed a distinct bulge growing in his pants. “Fuck,” he moaned miserably. “Please tell me this isn’t permanent.”

“Who knows?!” Richtofen laughed, stepping away to give him space to recover.

You contemplated what this might mean for the future, supposing that if you weren’t having to hide your relationship with Richtofen anymore maybe you could handle sparing him to have fun with Tank everyo once in a while. You had enjoyed how fucked out Edward had looked with the both of you pleasuring him… You stepped into the space Edward had given Dempsey, reaching up to pull your lover in for a kiss before grabbing Tank’s collar to guide him to take a turn. He accepted your offer with no hesitation, closing his eyes and kissing your man tenderly.

“The fact that you actually love a creep like him…” You quoted back at Tank when the kiss was over, giving him an evil grin. He blushed and looked away.

“Okay, maybe I spoke too soon…” He whispered at a nearby lamp.“It’s hard to resist the Doctor,” Richtofen said gleefully. “After all, I am a fantastic fuck!”

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[brainrotsova]

Notes: I've been fantasizing about this moment quite often and I just had to put out somewhere. Sova content is minimal and you know it's  a 'be the change you want to see in the world' type of deal now hahah.

Summary: A drunk Sova and gn!reader spending time together and eventually sharing a moment of heat.

Content warning: - Mentions of battle - Guns and shooting - Alcohol / drunkenness - Public/bathroom sex

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It is currently 16:23 or 4:23 PM on Bind. The Northern African heat in Rabat feels unfamiliar to the agents present. Each of you are longing to finish the job quickly. Brimstone, Sova, Jett, Killjoy and you are most likely sweating in your tactical gear. You are hoping, no... Praying for a cold breeze to catch on before the battle. Aside from the heat, the smell of spices and the colorful buildings makes you wonder what this place is like when the evacuated civilians return to this spot to resume life. Sad that Kingdom Industries made this place so much more... well industrial.

"Brimstone, after we win, I'll buy you a drink if you share a memory with us." the voice of the intercom sounds pleasant in your ear-piece. The sweet and playful tone of the Slavic man was a nice distraction from the oppressive heat.

Brimstone chuckles and replies "You got it, Sova. However, I do want to extend this invitation to others here too. The more the merrier."

"I couldn't agree more." Sova replies back. 

Before any other agents can reply to the invitation, another voice goes through. "I see multiple enemies on B! I need back up!". Jett is currently on the B site holding a defensive angle for the long sandy corridor. While Killjoy is hiding to either back up Jett or react to her turret keeping an eye on the elevated spot. Your muscles start tensing up and you run towards your new defensive position. Brim is just behind you and is bringing up the new coordinates on his device to smoke off the attackers for easier kills.

Sova on the other hand decided to push deeper into A site to make a flank from behind. Readying his bow to catch any information and seeing the progress of the enemy attack. Once he is halfway there, he sees glimpses of the enemy agents. A blond streak of hair and an off-white jacket, the murmuring of the radiovores (the little cuties) and the voice of Gekko... Sova decided not to shoot an arrow yet and waited for the main fight to start.

While Jett was focusing on the corridor, the enemies seemed to have grouped up faster than her allies came to help. The enemy Reyna and Raze swung out together, but luckily Jett managed to dodge just out of the way for any bullets. Or so she thought... Seems like a lucky bullet managed to embed its way in her right shoulder. Jett grits her teeth and tries to relax so she could still shoot. Killjoy was a bit too late to react and decided to join Jett.

"Are you hurt? Where did they shoot you?" said Killjoy worriedly.

"The little shits managed to get my shoulder. It's okay, we can still hold them off. Let's focus back to the task at hand". Jett smiled faintly towards her friend and held a thumb up. The turret started shooting in the same direction as the two were facing. Instinctively Killjoy and Jett peak out once more to shoot at their enemies. By this point two smoke bombs get dropped from the sky and activated upon their landing. Shrouding the potential entrances into thick smoke.

You finally arrive on the site and Brimstone behind you adjusts his ear-piece and informs the team: "Entrances are smoked off, Y/N and me are entering site". The smoke, however, didn't seem to deter Reyna and instead she pushed through and aimed down the corner where she last saw Jett. She didn't anticipate our Killjoy and the turret to shoot at her. The Latina collapsed on the sand. 

"Auf wiedersehen!" chirps the German engineer through the intercom. The enthusiasm was contagious, Jett and Sova couldn't help but smile from the small victory. By this time, you and Brim managed to climb inside the elevated area to hold a defensive position there. Ready to sandwich whoever would try to enter the little area.

Once more another creature escaped through the smoke and the blue radiovore, Dizzy, started shooting mucus at the agents, blinding them before Gekko started to push inside. Luckily for you, Sova decided to silently tail Deadlock and Gekko. He swiftly shot the young man and just like Reyna, he collapsed on the floor. While the impressive precision of Sova saved you here, you decided to dash out of the smokes too to help out the hunter. In the same moment, Deadlock turned around to shoot Sova and was about to shoot as cleanly as he did. Sadly for her, she was weak from the back. The adrenaline rising, you pulled the trigger. So too, did the Norwegian fall.

"You saved me there." said Sova relieved. You blush and quickly shaked your head. "Nah, you first". Both of you chuckle and he nods in approval.

"Seems like the rest have fled" says Jett through the intercom. "Ja, the footsteps are leading back to their own landing spot". Brimstone walks over to you and Sova. He puts his two fingers on the intercom and replies to the two women. 

"Good work, everyone. How is your arm, Jett?"

"Shoulder actually... I don't know. It keeps tensing up even when I'm trying to relax it. Killjoy is helping me stop the bleeding."

"Let's get back to HQ A.S.A.P. then. You did well." said Brimstone proudly. The three of you are making your way over to the landing zone of the helicopter.

On the walk, you look over at Sova and slightly tilt your head towards him. "About the invitation to go drinking. Mind if I join?" you ask. "Absolutely, just make sure you have some stories to tell" he says as he playfully winks at you. "It's a date then!" you absentmindedly say. The blond man couldn't help but blush at your aloof comment. The thought of a date with you made him lose a bit of his composure. Before he could answer, Brimstone chimed in. "A date, huh? Like a throuple then?" he asks laughingly, teasing the both of you. He had noticed before how Sova would look at you. Asking Brim questions about you that usually the other agents wouldn't ask. Like what your schedule would be like that week, when your birthday would be, if you had any allergies ... etc. Other people would say that it's his usual considerate self, but Brimstone had known Sova long enough to know that he was catching on feelings.

The realization of your words dawn on you. "No! No, nothing like that. I meant it in a joking way!" you exclaim to the man. Although a date would be amazing with Sova, you had no idea if he was even into you. There is no point in risking your friendship with him in order to potentially be together. But you would be lying to yourself if you said that there were no feelings. That there were no pining done behind closed doors. Every thought that wasn't purely platonic, you tried to push away. Somehow they still managed to find a way to get inside your head and you'd feel awful about it. 

"I'm just teasing you. I was thinking of going to an Irish pub near our HQ? How does that sound to you two?" replies Brim, while still keeping a playful smile.

"I'd love to! Can't wait to drink cider again! It's been like ages" you reply to Brim.

"Sounds great. I've yet to try Guinness. Had any of those before, Brim?" asks the hunter.

"I've had a few, still really great picks. I think you'd like it Sasha. I might actually join you on the cider." says Brim as he nods at you. "It's settled then; to the Irish pub!". The five of you board the heli and the machine ascends with little to no issues. The inside of the flying vehicle is cool and you kiss the hot North African air goodbye for now. You sit down on the chairs and attach the seatbelt. Most people follow suit, except for Sova who still keeps his eyes peeled for the ground below. Making sure to see the corpses being retrieved by the enemy. As he is about to close the sliding door, he locks eyes with the enemy Sova. He muttered something under his breath and slid the door shut.

The flight took 2 hours with everyone keeping an eye peeled for Jett. You were all worried for her every time she closed her eyes for too long. Fortunately, you all made it back in one piece and Killjoy escorted her Korean friend to the infirmary with Sage. You said goodbye to your remaining teammates and agreed to meet back up an hour later at the main entrance to travel together.

Making your way over to the shower, the relief of your skin breathing again feels amazing. The coarse sand washing away and making space for sweetly scented soap to take its place. After your delightful shower, you open your wardrobe to think about your outfit for tonight. Since it was summer, you'd obviously wear something more causal and open to enjoy the evening air. However, you should probably consider getting a jacket with you too. Just in case. You settle on your favorite band t-shirt and jean shorts. Looking back to the mirror, the outfit seemed half finished. You thought to yourself: "Fuck it, let's fully commit to an alternative outfit. Seems more fitting in the context of this outing anyway". You decided to wear combat boots (other than the ones you wear for your job) and a black leather jacket. There, now this felt more complete. The rest of the hour are spent finishing up the little details of your outfit, adding cash to your pockets, and checking your work e-mails before fully logging off for today.

A knock on the door slightly startled you. "May I come in?", the Russian accent seeping through his speech, but sweet all the same. "You may" you say with a small smile. Sova's head peaks through the door and looks around for a bit to find you on your bed with your laptop. 

"Ah I apologize if I came at a bad time..." he says while opening the door slightly more for him to lean on the door frame.

"I was just reading up on some mails before logging off for tonight. Is something the matter?" you ask him while reading the last few lines of the mail in front of you.

"No, I just wanted to let you know it's time to leave" he says sheepishly. You look at the time in the corner of the laptop and see that you've been making your friends wait for 10 minutes now. "Oh god, sorry about that! I was completely focused on these dumb e-mails. Just have to grab my wallet and I'm ready."

He chuckles and holds the door open for you. "I thought as much" he says laughingly. You hurry along and was about to close the door behind you. Before even touching the door handle, the man's hand brushed yours. "Oh sorry, I wanted to close the door for you" he says. You chuckle and close the door anyway. "It's all good, let's go". 

You hadn't noticed his outfit before. Granted you were too busy scurrying about and grabbing your wallet to have a good look. Sova was wearing an all black outfit, but seemed to prefer having different types of textures on his clothing. The thin, breathable fabric of his black t-shirt seem to lightly tug upon his build. His black colored jeans were just below his waist and gave him a nice contour. It's a simple outfit, but matched well with his piercings and funnily enough with your outfit too. You've never seen Sova change much about his hair, but this time he decided to wear his ponytail higher. Probably because he was suffering from the heat back in Rabat too and needed a fresh night.

"You're looking good, I love your outfit." he says while continuing his walk towards the entrance. You smile to yourself and look at him, beaming a smile. "Thank you, thought I might try a more alternative outfit for tonight" you answer, chuckling a bit.

Finally at the entrance, you see that Brimstone was leaning on the side of the door and looking through his phone. He noticed your footsteps and straightened himself while slowly putting away his phone. "Ah, there you are. Let's get this night started." he exclaims while putting the code in to open the door. The night breeze was cool, but it seems like the air had to still lose its heat of the day. All three of you start walking towards the civilization close to your head quarters. Just like Sova, Brimstone was wearing casual clothing and he was rocking a dark blue t-shirt with white lettering and white shorts. The two men were idly chit-chatting about the planning in the couple of days and promising each other to not get totally smashed tonight. Sova made some space for you to walk in the middle of them and you happily obliged.

It wasn't a long walk, but you eventually made it to the heart of the city. Busy streets, bright lights and many smells and colors swarm your senses. Coming back to this place after an intense mission always feels rewarding. As you guys make your way over to the pub, Brimstone waves a couple of hello's to the locals in town. Many of them speaking Spanish and Brim responding in simple phrases, but it was clear the guy understood what they were saying. By now, you guys have reached the pub and it seemed to be rather busy tonight. Many people were sitting outside and inside of the establishment. Clearly some students and their friends but also a lot of the locals. You managed to find a comfortable spot in one of the corners and seat yourselves.

"Wow, it seems like many people decided to visit this place too. Is that fine with you guys? Would you prefer a calmer café to visit?" asks Brimstone a little embarrassed about the unusual order of things. Both Sova and you shake your heads. "I like it more that way", you say, "I prefer to hear laughter and fun than gunshots any day." Both men laugh at that statement. "We should join them in that case!" says Sova laughingly. All of you order your drink of the menu and the drinks get delivered shortly thereafter. This round is on Brim.

The conversations start out tame: what your plans are for the coming days, any interesting news or tidbits in your life currently, perhaps any new food establishments you've found... Then you guys decided to order a second round. This time being paid by Sova. Conversations this time seem to circle around your reasons to join the protocol. 

"What's your reason for joining, Sova?" you ask. The man slightly laughing. "You can just call me Sasha, we're friends after all..." He smiles warmly at you while reaching out to squeeze your shoulder. "I got invited by Liam (Brimstone's real name) to join the protocol. We were stationed in Russia together to do some spy work on a Kingdom Industries rival. If a friend calls for help, I don't hesitate to help. Besides, traveling and being able to photograph different creatures in my off time is a big bonus." Liam smiles and shakes his head, "You're always so dependable. But god is it difficult to get you out of the office to go and do your thing." Everyone started laughing at the hunter's stubbornness. Sasha asks you about your reason to join. You give them a brief explanation of your situation, after all Liam is already aware of yours and sought you after for that reason.

The third round of drinks get served, by your courtesy. More banter follows naturally too. At this point all of you were started to feel the effects of the booze. It's at this point that Liam was starting to feel sleepy and was calling it quits for tonight. "Friends, I think I'll be taking my leave. It was fun! We should go out again." He nods at you two and packs his stuff to leave. "Take care, old man!" you yell to him as he leaves the establishment. It's only the two of you now.

While sipping on your drinks you noticed that Sasha only had one of his ears pierced and not the other. You decided to ask him about that. 

"Oh, that...", He chuckles to himself, "I got it when I was younger. I was getting into alternative fashion myself. Raving and parties and I think I just wanted to fit in with my mates at the time. Over time, it just became my look. I still really like it. My babushka on the other hand...".

"Your grandma doesn't like it at all?" you ask him laughingly.

"No, she was chasing me around the house. 'How can you ruin your body like that! What will the others say!', that kind of stuff" he says as he takes a sip from his drink. "Now she does seem to like it. Probably understood that it's not going anywhere."

"Do you also happen to have other ones? Or is that the only piercings you have?" you ask him.

Sasha didn't know how to answer that. Truth be told, he did have more. Just none that are meant to be seen in public. He blushes and answers "If we get closer, I don't mind showing you..." Okay maybe he shouldn't have said that. Or could have worded it better. Stupid. Now they're bound to ask more...

You look at him, blushing at the idea of his invisible piercings. They're most likely to be an intimate matter. Another instance of your feelings for this man flaring up in a moment of weakness. You try to shoo those thoughts away. You're with a friend after all. This is an after-work activity with your coworker, no less. But you're also getting drunk, your thoughts fly freely in your head and no amount of willpower seems to put them into check. The butterflies in your stomach once more awoken, fluttering all around.

"The lucky person is in for some surprises it seems" you say, still holding on to your ever deepening blush. But also winking at him, to show your understanding.

"Thank you." He breathes a sigh of relief. He didn't want to make it awkward. Before he could think of an appropriate answer, he blurts out "And I guess it would be ruined for them now." Oops, he made it awkward again. Way to go, Sasha. This isn't the way he wanted to confess. Or hint at it. The hunter wasn't even sure if he wanted to confess in general. Keeping this secret with him till the grave.

"I-is this person-" you try to alleviate his awkwardness. In truth, you found this blushing mess of man in front of you incredibly adorable now. "Fuck" he mutters to himself. Might as well lay out all the cards in front of him.

Both of you kind of just look at each other at in this awkward tension. What is happening? You do know what's happening, but what is this set up. Was he losing his cool? Is he feeling as drunk as you are? But the blond man decided to take the first move of extending his hand towards you. "Listen... Before we do anything rash in this moment. I need to tell you something important." The blush on his face getting darker. He isn't sure if he should be averting his gaze from you or look straight at you. You couldn't help but extend your hand towards his and try to look for his eyes. You keep quiet and nod towards him, gesturing him to continue.

He takes a deep breath and takes a moment to look at you. "I want you to know that I really enjoy our friendship... But I haven't been entirely honest to you." He takes another moment and and bites his lip. His usual judgement escaping him at the moment and he can't really stop his feelings from pouring out. This is probably not the most romantic place to do it, either. They must be hella awkward. Shit. "I like you a lot. And I don't mean it casually. I mean it as in... I sometimes fantasize about spending my life with you, kind of way. Shit, I'm not sober at all..." he facepalms at himself for this under-baked confession. You giggle at this cute display and squeeze his hand. Moving closer to him from your seat. "Go on, Sasha. I'm listening" you say teasingly.

He can't help but laugh too, easing the awkward tension between you. Instead making space for an enticing current. Both you and Sasha feel like you're on fire, the electric feeling flowing through your hands. The hunter composes himself and looks at you straight on. "I love you" he simply says. The smile on your face grows bigger by the second. Sasha matches your expression and kisses your hand in his. You get even closer to him and give him a hug. It feels so comforting to be in his arms. The establishment be damned, the world doesn't exist for you in this moment. "I love you too, Sasha" you reply back to him. Perhaps it isn't the most romantic place to confess your feelings. Both you and Sasha played out many scenario's in your head. None of them were like this. But this is the real deal. Finally.

His face reaches your ear and whispers softly, "Can I kiss you, my sweetheart?". You chuckle and your noses brush each other. You lean in to kiss him. If you were on fire before, now you're blazing. His soft lips were kissing you all over. Each and every kiss feels like a gallon of gasoline being thrown into your blazing fire. Feeling bliss, a feral feeling in your stomach kept creeping up. You wanted him, so badly. Waiting for this moment felt like ages and the man left you all hot and bothered. He broke the kiss and cupped your face in his hands. Looking into your eyes and smiling warmly.

You put your hands on top of his and you lean in closer. The hunter was expecting another kiss, but you went for his ear. "I think you said you'd show me something..." you let the words trail. Your lover turns his head to face you. A bit surprised at this request and smiled deviously at you. 

"I thought you'd want to take things slow." still smirking at you. You move a hand from one of his towards his neck and whisper back. 

"I'm impatient, and you're right here all for the taking." The blond Russian shakes his head, laughing and replied back, "It's a bad trait to have, you know? But I can make an exception this time." He breaks the entrancement from you, finishes his drink and was about to grab his stuff. But you grab his arm and close the distance once more. "I want it now. I don't want to walk and face anyone else, right now. Please, Sasha." He takes a little moment to think. This was probably a very bad idea. A terrible one, even. But damn could he not shake the idea of you on his lap. Feeling you all up and just forgetting about his responsibilities. He grabs your arm and leads you to the bathroom.

The establishment has a unisex bathroom with posters hanging about on all of the walls. Two stalls were provided for the patrons to use. The lust-hungry feeling in your stomach intensifies. You didn't think he'd actually do it. The hunter must be feeling just as hot and bothered as you, if not more. Luckily for you two daredevils, the bathroom seemed to be empty and he takes you in one of the stalls. Once inside, you lock the door behind you. You turn your head back to face him, both of you smirking at this. This is such a dumb decision, you could still back out now.

"If I do anything that you don't like, please tell me. I rather have a good time with you than you regretting a single bit-" but before the considerate lover could finish his words, you plant your lips on him. The roaring fire resumes. Lust-filled, he pins you to the door and growls in your ear. Clearly enjoying himself. He continues to kiss you, putting your arms above your head. You can't help but breathe out small moans of pleasure. He's filling up your senses and your head is so dizzy, almost going blank. The anticipation through the roof. Slowly he trails his kisses lower and lower. You neck piles up kisses and nibbles. He has to keep himself from losing all control and leaving bite marks. You had not given him the permission yet and he had no idea what would make you feel the best. Sensing his hesitation, you whisper to him to let it all go. "Consume me, show me your feelings, Sasha." you breathed out hungrily. You had no idea what you unleashed in him.

Your neck got nibbled, kissed, licked and bitten. Like an animal he just let his instincts and his whims guide him. You couldn't stop yourself from enjoying this side of him. The normally cool and grounded hunter, the strategist and kind-hearted soul was now thrashing around and behaving like a beast. If he had no shred of humanity left, he'd rip your clothes right off of you, claiming you all to himself. He knelt in front of you and unzipped your shorts, making sure to leave kisses and nibs to continue the anticipation. Some moments he'd stop what he was doing and look at you with an unfamiliar look of a hungry predator. It sent you shivers down your spine.

It wasn't like him to be the one kneeling, but he couldn't help himself here. He longed a while now to taste you. Nothing holding him back now, the booze probably played a role in this too, he got to act on his dirtiest fantasies. He just hoped you didn't mind this version of him. Behaving like this would sent a lot of people into a deep shame. Sasha on the other hand didn't care. He wanted to show all of him, there should be no secrets between you now. This was him, the dirty little animal.

You opened your legs more for him to find your sweet spot easier. Your breath hitched and you didn't care either if the other patrons would hear your moans. You just focused on your little love bug. Grabbing his hair, tightening your grip every time he gave you a wonderful sensation. More and more you wished to pleasure him back. To feel the heat of his tip and have him give you a taste of his own poison.

The sensations, the hungry motions, the lustful eyes, the growls and moans of pleasure... Everything came to a crescendo when your climax reached you. Mewing Sasha's name over and over like a spell. You couldn't help but push his face deeper into you, to tighten your legs, to hang over him and ride out your orgasm. Sensing your finish, Sasha removes his lips from your delightful spot and looks up at you. Satisfied with his work, he licks his lips and kisses you there one last time before getting up. Feeling weak, you grab on to his t-shirt. Taking your shallow breaths. "I hope you enjoyed that, my dear." he whispers to you while embracing you and nuzzling your nose. Breathing in his air, he smells just like you. 

"C-can I taste you?" you ask, still all up in your feels. 

"Here?" he asks, while he strokes your face. 

"I don't want you to go home without your reward" you smirk at him.

"I'm not going to say no to you" he laughs at your boldness, kissing your forehead tenderly. Your butterflies fluttering around once more. Oh, how you love this man. This time you kneel in front of your lover and help him unzip his pants. Pushing past his underwear you can see that he is already quite hard from all this. You push Sasha to sit down. Trying to make him as comfortable as possible before you feast yourself.

You put your arms over his lap and take a good look at the member. Coming closer to his own sweet plaything, you open your mouth and swirl your tongue around his tip. Occasionally kissing it and letting your teeth brush softly onto it. His eyes were focused on you and your tongue, clearly reeling from the delicate sensations. His hands stroking your cheeks, but it was clear he was doing his absolute best to behave and give you a chance to explore him.

Cheekily, you sometimes dared to take a part of him in and look at him while you did. He would try to hold your look, but clearly was faltering and it made him weak. "I can't take it anymore, I want to push you so deep, you choke on me." he says under his breath. The words dripping from the lust for you. His legs shaking at this point and he's clearly being so needy. It made you blush quite hard, he really doesn't seem to have any filter right now. Not that you minded, you'd happily take his orders. He deserved a reward after all.

"Go ahead, I'll take you anytime" you teased him with your devilish grin. 

He grabs his own toy in his hand, the other gripping your hair. Rubbing himself on your lips before demanding you open your mouth for him. He pushed himself into you, groaning at the wetness. "You would make for such a good fuck toy" he whispers to you before fucking your face. Even though you already had your fill, you could feel the heat pool back into your stomach. He was being quite rough and seemed to enjoy it when your teeth would brush up on his sensitive spots. His breath was so irregular you had no idea if he was trying to edge himself on your throat or was about to climax himself. Your question would be soon answered once you felt a thick liquid enter your throat. He let out a relieved sigh and softens his grip on you.

Realizing he didn't even let you know of his condition nor warning you for the shot, he quickly recomposed himself. "A-are you okay? I'm so sorry, I wasn't thinking..." You wipe away the excess cum off of your face and get up. Like last time, before he could finish his sentence, you go to sit on his lap and kiss him while wrapping your arms around him. Reciprocating the kiss and hug, he tries to brush your hair back to normal. 

"I love you dearly, I hope you had fun tonight" he says sweetly. He plants a kiss on your cheeks.

"Thank you for this amazing night, Sasha. Let's get back home".

[materialsscienceandengineering]

In a paper published this week in Chaos, by AIP Publishing, researchers from Sergio Arboleda University in Bogotá, Colombia, and the Georgia Institute of Technology in Atlanta used an electrophysiological computer model of the heart's electrical circuits to examine the effect of the applied voltage field in multiple fibrillation-defibrillation scenarios. They discovered far less energy is needed than is currently used in state-of-the-art defibrillation techniques. "The results were not at all what we expected. We learned the mechanism for ultra-low-energy defibrillation is not related to synchronization of the excitation waves like we thought, but is instead related to whether the waves manage to propagate across regions of the tissue which have not had the time to fully recover from a previous excitation," author Roman Grigoriev said. "Our focus was on finding the optimal variation in time of the applied electric field over an extended time interval. Since the length of the time interval is not known a priori, it was incremented until a defibrillating protocol was found."

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“It’s a simple three step beat; what aren’t you understanding about it, Mullet?” Lance asks, annoyance beginning to leak through his voice. He’s tried to cap his frustration as much as possible throughout the past hour. But this has become ridiculous. If anything, Keith has gotten worse at dancing than when they started the lesson. Brief pain sparks through Lance’s foot and he cracks. “And stepping on my toes isn’t one of them!”

“Some of us didn’t get three years of ballroom dance lessons,” Keith snaps, irritated. 

“Which is why I’m teaching you. But you’re not listening to a single thing I say! You can’t even get close to me.” Lance tries to tug Keith forward but he remains just as stubborn as always, aggravating and infuriating. 

What looms between them is a larger gap than needed, with Keith holding him at an arm’s length as if he’s a poisonous snake ready to bite. A balloon would fall straight through to the floor; Lance’s arms are almost entirely extended. He thought Keith would be a little more willing considering the stake of the mission. 

Keith clenches his jaw. “I’m trying.”

“For someone as coordinated as you on the battlefield, this shouldn’t be this difficult.” Lance scowls, taking a page out of Keith’s book.

“Me not knowing how to dance isn’t going to break the alliance.”

“Were you even listening to Allura?”

“Were you?” Keith bites back, too smirky for Lance’s taste. Yeah, he may have been fiddling with his comm device under the table, trying to play an old earth game Pidge had downloaded onto it. That’s beside the point.

So Lance ignores him. “The Zolxox see dance as a creation of trust and loyalty between two groups of people. If we miss a step, they won’t join the coalition.”

“But why’d it have to be us?” The Zolxox only needed a pair of dancers, not their whole team.  

Lance rolls his eyes. “Because I have three years of dance experience, duh.” But his annoyance quickly fades when Keith doesn’t snap back with their classic banter. In fact, he continues to stand there, his hands not exactly touching Lance anymore but hovering. Keith stares at him with such a blank expression that Lance allows a bit of the truth to spill. “And–And because I work best with you,” he mumbles, ducking his head to avoid any minute reaction from Keith. When he does flick his gaze up, Keith remains impassive. “But you gotta listen to me, Mullet. Why won’t you just follow what I say?”

That’s when Lance loses Keith entirely. He steps back from Lance, arms folded against his chest, not loose at all. Keith can’t seem to look at him anymore either. “It’s awkward… being close to you.”

“Oh.” Lance drops his empty hands, suddenly despondent. He didn’t know Keith felt that way about him. He thought they’d finally become friends, maybe inching toward something more. Maybe Lance should have chosen Allura for this mission like everyone thought he would. His shoulders begin to hunch forward.

“Shit, no, not in that way.” Keith groans as he cards a hand through his hair, frustrated at himself. Strands stick out in multiple directions, silly enough that Lance wants to punch through whatever new wall is between them and fix it for him. But Keith wouldn’t appreciate that. “I just meant, I know the way I feel about you isn’t how you feel about me and I don’t want to make it weird for you.”

“How do you know how I feel about you if you never once asked?”

Keith gives him a look. “Please. You flirt with everyone but me. Even I understand what that means.”

“That’s not—That’s—Oh my god—” Lance suddenly steps forward, waving his arms as he talks, too flustered to be rational. “With everyone else, it’s fun, meaningless, a way to lighten the mood.” His skin heats enough that he must be glowing from embarrassment. “But you—With you, it’s different. I try to spend time together and constantly try to get your atten—wait.” Eyes popping wide, Lance starts to point, jabbing his finger into Keith’s chest. “You just told me you liked me!” His brain finally internalizes what Keith had said, what Keith implied. It immediately derails his train of thought. “You like me!”

Keith startles before his entire expression pinches. He growls. “Uh uh, we’re focusing on you and your terrible flirting techniques.” He steps up to Lance and keeps stepping toward him until he is the only thing Lance can focus on. Those violet eyes bore into Lance, head tilted and brows drawn. “How was I supposed to know I was different?” he asks, low and steady. 

“Goddammit, Keith.” Lance surges forward and kisses Keith square on the mouth. His hands weave through Keith’s hair, musing it further, while Keith’s strong grip lands on his waist, fingers hooking into his belt loops. He pulls Lance in and tugs on his lower lip, his teeth scraping slightly but in a way that buzzes across Lance’s skin. When they part, Lance is breathless with swollen lips and eyes half-lidded. It’s a struggle to speak but he manages to mumble, “Does that clear things up?”

Keith nods. Blush stains his pale cheeks though he holds Lance’s stare, never wavering, and he even starts to smirk the longer they remain in silence. Like he knows that he affected Lance just as much as Lance affected him. 

He’s going to be the death of Lance one day; this man…

“G-Good,” Lance finally says, struggling to regain his composure, if he ever had some to begin with. “We’ll talk about this later. But right now, we dance.”

Kith groans, though less annoyed than before, and for the first time, effortlessly moves all the way into Lance’s space, smiling a small smile. They dance without any issues, except for maybe a few butterflies.

[affinibureaucrat]

Y'all still got Minecraft?? Damn, my Terran colony banned video games and other entertainment over a year ago as it distracted from our 12 hour factory shifts. Is it any good? I never got to play it 👉👈

You'll still RUE! But maybe not as much...

It is a very enjoyable game.

Did you know that on you can access over a billion video games from multiple galaxies from your overnet connected devices?

You deserve to relax and enjoy yourself I have attached several recommendations of games and local cyber cafes that can look after you if you want an extended gaming session.

[pigeon-smidge]

HOW TO HELP PALESTINE

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post by sxbe on yt

hey so I decided to give some links to learn more about Palestine and what’s going on there !

First DAILY CLICK. Simply clicking on the link and clicking a button sends money to not just Palestinians, but also others if you click on all of them! You can do this daily or multiple times daily on different browsers or devices. https://arab.org

Next , you can also sign petitions !

here are some below!

- https://chng.it/kcsF2jX2yD - https://chng.it/phK4Jd7yPC - https://www.change.org/p/airdropaidfo...

you have to make an account for change.org , so if you don’t have one , make one if you can!

now , you can also educate yourself as to the history behind Palestine! Here are some links to know more! - https://t.co/TLNVHgLodx - https://t.co/JJs1qkOGWV - https://www.jphilll.com/p/the-world-i...

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Soda companies

JUST WANTED TO ADD ALL SODA! All soda companies (especially cocacola) are supporting Israel. That means all of their extended brands so even powerade and monster. (Monster is a little weird cause their technically related) a lot of this can be complicated. Try and read the back labels of things. Thats how I found out powered was a Coca-Cola brand item. Try and drink healthy this summer! Cause it's not only helping your health, it's helping theirs too. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE TELL YOUR FRIENDS TO TRY NOT DRINKING SODA THIS YEAR! I know it's hard cause there's so many brands and drinks owned by them but they have deep ties with Israel.

PLEASE LMK IF ANYTHING IN HERE IS WRONG!