#I am hungry so I am around as delirious as I'd be if I was tired

[carnival-core]

Forgive me if I've made this post before but yknow one thing I'm realizing with the Tumblr sexyman polls is it as a label has become so much less tied to a specific sort of appearance over the years its kinda funny . Like . I think the days of going "oh I'm gonna make a design for the Ultimate Sexyman" and making a skinny pale dude with blonde hair and fancy but understated attire are over by a landslide . I don't think you could make one design to encompass the entire umbrella now if you tried

Honestly it's been that way for a while but even moreso , like the posts I've seen years ago being like "we're shaming people for being into popular male characters because they all fit this milquetoast conventional ideal" hasn't even been fully right even when those posts were a thing . I don't even mean the objects or shapes anymore I mean like

Sans is supposed to look fat, King Dice is 100% canonically a black man , fuckin , Chef Saltbaker is fat . People are saying Jack Horner is gonna end up a sexyman even . I think it's gone so far the other way that ppl are ashamed to like a skinny person and Admit they're skinny , usually seeing things like no tits or ass as detractors from their physical attractiveness

. And man if we wanna count the popular women as sexymen too which I will for this post bc gender is a game even they are pretty . Design and body diverse w/e . I think the closest to yee olden Tumblr days we got is Raymond who's. Idk . He could be anything he's a cat

. Was I going somewhere with this? Maybe? Not like I need to I'm just saying words . Just interesting how site culture has changed .

Had a period for a while where sexyman as a term in general aggravated me to absolutely no end but I think I've looped back around to it . Esp bc they're kinda just ingrained as a more positive part of site culture now and not an excuse to make people feel bad for liking fake dudes like it was in 2014

[holdmytesseract]

Autumn Blues

☆ The Baby Fever AU ☆

Loki x fem!Reader feat. Ella

Summary: Loki spends some precious time with his newborn daughter.

Warnings: none, I'd say... This is pure fluff!

Word Count: 1,5k

a/n: This just a fluffly, lil' oneshot, kinda based on the pictures of Tom, taking a walk with his baby. 🥰 Why not letting Loki take a walk with baby Ella? 🙃🧡

Tagging: @km-ffluv @lokisgoodgirl @eleniblue @vbecker10 @loz-3 @jennyggggrrr @lokisninerealms @peaches1958 @multifandom-worlds @fictive-sl0th @loki-laufeyson-1054 @lovingchoices14 @simping-for-marvel @stupidthoughtsinwriting @lou12346789 @kimanne723 @coldnique @lady-rose-moon @mostclevermiss @aagn360 @acefeather2002 @iamlokisgloriouspurpose

Baby Fever Masterlist °☆• Masterlist

"Darling?" Loki entered the apartment he shared with you on quiet feet, pulling off his shoes. "I'm back!" He called out in a hushed tone, in case Ella was sleeping. "Living room, babe!" Your voice echoed back, but in a normal volume; giving Loki the hint that his baby daughter must be awake. The god went to the kitchen first, placed the few groceries he got on the counter, before moving on to the living room. Both, you and him still had to learn a few things; being only parents for a little over a month now - namely to buy enough nappies. That was the reason Loki had to go to the next supermarket today.

Entering the living room, Loki immediately started to smile. Ella was indeed awake, currently in your arms, quenching her hunger. "Somebody's hungry, I see?" His blue eyes shone bright, watching his wife breastfeed his daughter. A sight he would probably never tire of. It was so wholesome and intimate. A special moment every time.

You nodded. "Uh.Huh. Not even ten minutes after you were gone, she started to complain - and I was just on the verge of dozing off." Loki furrowed his eyebrows in compassion, "Ohh, I'm sorry, love." and made his way over to press a kiss on your forehead, before sitting down on the sofa beside you. "It's okay, babe. I mean... We chose this life, didn't we?" You said with a soft giggle, stroking Ella's tiny, chubby cheek with your free hand. "And I wouldn't trade it for anything in this life." Loki answered, still with a smile, cuddling close to you. His big hand went to cover yours, which rested on the baby girl's tummy; his wedding ring twinkling in the ray of sunshine. "Me neither."

It was a beautiful day today. Utterly cold, but sunny and with a clear blue sky. No single cloud in sight. This, and the fact that you barely had any sleep last night and today, gave Loki an idea... "What if I take Ella outside for a while? I can take her on a walk, so that you can get a bit sleep, love. How does that sound?" He asked, lovingly nudging your cheek with his nose. Your lips curved into a smile. "Heavenly." A sweet laugh urged to your ears, before you felt Loki's lips press to your cheek. "In that case, my queen, I am happily obliging and take our princess on a walk." The god stood up then, moving to take the tiny girl out of your arms. Ella was looking up at her dad almost deliriously; totally content and tummy filled to the brim. He giggled and pressed a kiss on her small head; then leaned down to bestow a kiss upon your lips. "Rest, darling. Sleep for a while. I'll be back later." You nodded, already laying down on the sofa and getting comfortable. "Love you, babe." "I love you, too." He was on the verge of turning around to leave, when you stopped him in his tracks. "Make sure to dress her warm enough! It's cold outside." He smiled, nodding. "I know, love." You smiled as well and cuddled into the blanket, closing your eyes, as you heard Loki's steps fading. Sure, Ella had some Frost Giant genes within her, but nevertheless... She was just an infant.

On quiet feet carried Loki the already half-asleep Ella into her nursery and laid her down on the wooden changing table with the pink blanket on top. "Let's change you into something much warmer, princess." The god started with a smile, pulling off her tiny socks, to replace them with a pair of warmer socks. "Not that your tiny toes get frozen." He tickled her small foot softly with his pointer finger, causing Ella to yank her feet away from his touch. A low chuckle rumbled through his chest. "My apologies, baby girl. I just couldn't resist." He leaned down to kiss her chubby cheek - as a redemption, then continued to getting her bundled up.

Once he was finished, Ella was barely able to move. A protesting whine left her small lips, but Loki quickly shushed her, cradling her in his arm again. "I know, I know, but daddy doesn't want you to get cold - or even sick. As your mama always says... Better be safe than sorry." Ella seemed to accept her father's reasoning, looking up to him with sleepy eyes, cooing. "There you go." Loki whispered, and tiptoed down the hallway. He took a last, quick look on your sleeping self on the sofa, before he headed towards the main door. Gently, Loki placed Ella in her pram, tucking her in and getting dressed himself. He slipped in his black boots and pea coat, tied his untamed raven curls into a bun and left the apartment, closing the door quietly behind himself and Ella. "Let's go on a little walk, sweetheart."

The god made his way down the long corridor, rounding the corner and heading for the elevator. It opened with a ding and revealed a completely sweaty and dishevelled Natasha, who was clearly on her way 'home' from the gym, which was located a few floors above yours and Loki's apartment. "Natasha." Loki greeted the Russian beauty with a nod and a small smile, joining her in the elevator. "Loki." The redhead greeted him back, smiling as well. The metal doors closed shut. "Going for a walk?" Natasha asked, nodding towards the pram, and crossing her arms over her chest, as she leaned casually against the metal walls. "Yes. Giving Y/N a little break and time to get some sleep." "How gentlemanly of you." Natasha snickered, teasing him a bit. Through you, Loki and Natasha definitively became some sort of... friends. "Was there a time I've not been a gentleman, Romanoff?" "Well..." Natasha drawled, wanting to speak further, but got interrupted by a sweet coo, coming undoubtedly from inside the pram. "See? Ella is on my side." Loki stated, smiling proudly. Nat scoffed, shaking her head. "I don't think so. She's on my side, right Ella?" The Russian spy stepped over and peaked inside the pram. "Hiii, Ella! You're with auntie Nat on this, aren't you?" Ella loved Natasha, and therefore, it wasn't a wonder, that she started to smile, when her blue eyes fell on the Widow. "See? That seems quite clear to me." Loki scoffed, rolling his eyes, before he sighed dramatically, looking down at Ella as well. "Did you just stab daddy in the back, huh?" "Like father, like daughter, eh?" Loki just wanted to answer something, as the elevator came to an halt with another ding. The doors opened and Natasha stepped out. "Have a nice walk." With those words, the red-haired woman disappeared around the corner with a smirk. Loki just shook his head in amusement, before continuing his journey.

Finally arrived on the main floor, he made a beeline to the main entrance of the Avengers tower, passing by Bruce and Tony on his way. They were looking at some papers, discussing something. They looked up to face him, when his steps got closer. "Stark, Banner." Loki greeted them with a short nod, although passing them by quickly. He had no intentions in talking to them now. "Loki," said Bruce, while Tony went with 'Reindeer Games' - as per usual. The two men's eyes followed him as he left the building, pushing the pram. "It's still very strange to see Loki pushing around a stroller, isn't it?" Piped up Bruce, facing Tony. The billionaire nodded, crossing his arms. "Reindeer Games being a father? Weirdest thing ever, and yet here he is." Tony answered, pausing for a moment. "Honestly? I never ever thought someone would make a guy like him a dad, but well..." A boyish smile crept up Bruce's face. "Well, Y/N felt quite different about this." "And I'll never understand her."

The cold, autumn breeze hit Loki immediately, as soon as he stepped out of the doors. Not that it bothered him. He was a Frost Giant after all. So, he walked with Ella through some quieter streets of New York, enjoying the cold, but sunny day. Ella loved it as well, without a doubt. It was also a great way to lull the already tired girl to sleep. By the time they were back at the compound, she was sleeping like a rock - like Loki noticed with a smile. The sun had already started to set, when he stepped through the door of the apartment. Quietly, he took Ella to the nursery, peeled her out of a few layers of clothing and tiptoed a room further. Yours and his bedroom. He gently tucked her in her crib and pressed a lingering kiss on her head, feeling her tiny, soft curls grazing his lips. "Sleep tight, princess. I love you." With a last look at his daughter, he tiptoed down the hall and into the living room. You hadn't moved an inch, still peacefully sleeping on the sofa. Loki smiled and stripped himself off his hoodie and jeans, before he joined you. He slipped behind you on the sofa, wrapping his arm around you and pressing your body against his warm, comforting chest. "Lokes?" You mumbled, still halfway asleep. "Shh, my love. Go back to sleep." "Mhhh." You smiled and cuddled closer to your husband. Home. It was home.

[rubylace]

sunoo — 24/7

wc! 2,750

It was a chilly night when you found yourself asleep in Sunoo's car. You had been out with friends, but in your delirious state, you had lost track of time. "I- don't. want. to. go home," fearing your mom's wrath.

Sunoo looked at you questioningly. "You have to go home, your mom must be worried."

"Where is your house?",

There wasn't a single response, you were already asleep. Sigh. "I should know where you live."

Sunoo, being the caring person he is, decided to take you to his apartment.

In the morning, you wake up groggily, your head pounding slightly from the night before. You blink, looking around and realizing you're not in your own room.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," Sunoo's voice is the first thing you hear as you wake up on his bedroom. You rub your eyes, looking around his cozy apartment.

Surprise at your whereabouts, groping yourself are you wearing clothes or not. "Hey, I'm not that evil." He said.

With a grimace. "Where am I?" You ask, your voice still heavy with sleep. "You fell asleep in my car last night, remember?".

Sunoo chuckles, handing you a cup of hot cocoa. "I didn't know where you lived, and you were too out of it to tell me."

"Oh right," you say, taking a sip of the cocoa. "Thanks for letting me crash here." "Of course," Sunoo replies, his eyes warm. "You're welcome here anytime."

After a quick shower and change of clothes, you find Sunoo in the dining room the smell of pancakes and Pizza fills the air making your stomach growl. "I ordered this, ready to eat?". Sunoo asks.

"Definitely," you reply, taking a seat at the table.

The rest of the day is spent exploring the city. You visit a local museum, have lunch at a cute café, and walk around a beautiful park. It feels like a date, and the thought makes your heart flutter.

As the day turns into evening, Sunoo directed his car not towards his apartment. "NO."

"What? I'll take you somewhere interesting, I promise."

"You didn't tell me to go home, did you?". His laugh "It's like an elementary school kid who ran away because the mom scolding her kid."

"Yes indeed."

"You are the most honest person I have ever met."

He invites you to Namsan Tower happily here, after arriving at it. "Wanna try?" – "H-huh?". Love lock?".

Seeing your daydream he broke it. "That's okay, there's no need either." Your direct. "Lets do it I'll write your name and mine."

The two of you took a lot of photos together and you photographed him secretly while he was heading in the other direction.

He approaches you, "What did you just do, hm?".

"U-um nothing just just looking around."

"Looking around at me?".

Gulp.

"I have too." Shows his cellphone by taking a photo of you running around in the park.

"That's fair, isn't it?". Trying to hide your flustered. "Because you have made me happy, I'll find you a restaurant that is no less good."

"You happy with me?". Your voice doesn't seem to want to come out and you nod repeatedly. Sunoo just giggled and stroked the top of your hair.

Feeling hungry and having dinner at the destination. You two decided to sit in the middle at the back.

"Today was fun," you say, leaning on the long sofa in the restaurant. "It was," Sunoo agrees, his eyes meeting yours. "We should do this again sometime."

"I'd like that," you reply, your heart beating faster.

And so, your sweet day with Sunoo ends, leaving you with memories you'll cherish forever.

[tideswept]

I was tagged by @yourfavoritefridge and am taking a page from @sendpseuds ('s) book and answering this while deeply compromised. Sober, I am not.

You have been warned!

1.) How many works do you have on ao3?

62!

2.) What's your ao3 word count?

800,347! (Ooh, big round number!)

3.) What fandoms do you write for?

Currently: Kingsman & Star Wars. (I really never thought I'd be in either of them but I'm glad I am.)

4.) What are your top five fics by kudos?

gold and pink and glittering: 498, Hartwin, E. I'm still surprised to this day how much people liked it. First smut in several years.

the lean and hungry type: 453, Obikin, E. First time getting to do alpha/beta, and written from around 11pm to 4 am and then another hour proofreading. I was mildly delirious, ngl.

offer a little salt for that wound: 463, Hartwin, E. OOH man I had this one in my head and wouldn't leave me tf alone. My plot bunnies aren't USUALLY visual, but this one was!

cold water on your tongue: 429, Obikin, E. Still surprised this one took off tbh! I had a lot of moments where the fic felt awkward to me and not worth salvaging. But I think it makes people happy, and god, I can't really ask for more than that!

somebody to lie in the dark with: 302, Obikin, E. That's the second time today I've typed something instead of someone in that title. HMM. (Sith-Wan, my darling!)

5.) Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do when I can! Have a pretty decent streak going, I think? I think I owe a really lovely commenter from like 5 days ago and nnnghh the guilt is heavy.

6.) What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Potentially empty spaces, empty phrases (Obikin) depending on how you decide the ending goes! But objectively: let me stay (TimJon).

7.) What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

oh fuck, who are you, the cops? (me, looking at my fics in despair)

I think the honor goes to cold water on your tongue. Everything else tends to end in a bittersweet or incomplete ("to be continued") kind of way.

8.) Do you get hate on fics?

Not outside of TMA. It's been absolutely lovely being in Kingsman / Obikin fandoms. I genuinely showed up here low-key scared for my life, and I've been shown nothing but kindness and support.

9.) Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Yes, and welcome to the first of the "UH IDK? [awkward shrug/hand wave]" questions because... I have no idea how to answer that. Like, what are the quantifiers here? Level of depth (NO PUN INTENDED) in how explicit it is, or what bits are rubbing against what bits, or like, if I specialize in any particular kind of smut (if there aren't pins for "I WRITE BDSM SMUT", I demand we print them) or— tldr: IDK. Vibe. The vibe kind. oh my god not vibrator vibe brain why are you doing this

10.) Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Nope. I've thought about fusions, though! Like, I feel a fic where Obi-Wan is a Kingsman and picks Anakin as his candidate--maybe it was Qui-Gon's dying request still, and when Obi-Wan became a knight and a seat next opened up, he reluctantly said, FINE.

(Now I'm wondering what knight Obi-Wan would be. Gawain? The original version of him, not the vulgarized mythos of later romances. Which leaves Anakin to be Agravaian, which is pretty perfect tbh. I mean he could also be Mordred since they're all brothers)

11.) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yup! Multiple times. It never stops feeling Not Okay.

12.) Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I know of?

13.) Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Nope.

14.) What's your all time favorite ship?

oh fuck you are the cops.

Uh. tbh this is a really hard question until I asked myself: a 100k fic written by an amazing author: what pairing would you be more excited about? And my heart... my heart said Hartwin.

15.) What's a WIP you'd like to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Ahh, sadly the post-Vday canon divergence Hartwin fic. I'm told it stands on its own as is, though. So maybe that counts for something?

16.) What are your writing strengths?

I have no idea. You saw what happened during the smut question, I fell apart like a jenga tower! And that was a simple question!

Honestly though, I don't know. That I manage to carry enough vibes to be entertaining? That's pretty good.

17.) What are your writing weaknesses?

I will not clutch the camera and shove my face into it and whisper everything in a voice ragged with despair I will not clutch th—

18.) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Google Translate, my dearest friend. (Unless it's Spanish, I can handle that on my own.)

Granted, if I have a friend who speaks the language, you can bet I'm knocking down their door like a SWAT squad.

19.) First fandom you wrote for?

UH SO FUNNY STORY. I watched IT (the TV series) when I was like, 7. Was very confused for many reasons (partly because I missed the first hour) but also i was a Weird Child, and also Not American.

But! I didn't know it was based off a book written by a dude, so one day I just... started writing the story down in a notebook when I was 8. Because I figured I liked the movie (I assumed it was a movie at the time) so much, why NOT turn it into something to read?

20.) Favorite fic you've ever written?

Beholding's Own. Lightning-in-a-bottle kind of situation, 10+ year break from writing, and also re-entering fandom after said 10+ year long break. It's really hard to live up to that kind of fondness.

From new fics? the devil is a gentleman. I can't help it, this Obi-Wan and Anakin are hilarious. They are so dumb and yet so smart.

I'm supposed to tag people now for this, so imagine me throwing Your Candy of Choice at @irrationalsense, @veloursdor, @kingdomvel and @howlbrooklyn like a fastball. (And anyone else who'd like to do it!)

[t0kidal]

Note: Minors? No. Just... No.

Ok! So due to the realization that there isn't enough Balam smut to match the sheer size of Yes emanating from this man, I have decided to take it on myself to write some.

Minors So Help Me Do not touch this post with a ten ft pole.

This is an add on to Succubus reader and Human Balam. (who might be ooc)

tw: strong language, biting, tongues and teeth

Explicit, Moving ON (first smut please be gentle)

It was one of those days, yes those days where you just couldn't help but let your eyes wander the wide expanse that it Balam Shichiro who'd just stepped out of the shower and is gloriously indecent save for the little towel around his waist.

You and Balam have been living together for quite some time now and while his studies have been thorough... they've also been non-intrusive.

Which unfortunately for you is the wrong kind of Intrusive.

As a succubus you need things from affection to more explicit intimacy to keep you going, food is nice and while Balam being the skin-ship addict he is has appeased your hunger...

A certain recreational desire keeps popping up.

You had plans to never tell him this, the two of you were quite comfortable with your friendly cuddles that... sometimes bordered on the line of a little more than a little friendly.

But then Balam has a meeting...

And he's gone the whole day...

The whole day...

No touches, and due to your contract this meant no going out and fixing your issues through other means...

Well shit.

~~~

Balam sighs as he returns home from work and the meeting with Human Border patrol to plead their case... Apparently an older Naberius was making it harder to extend their allotted contract time for the sake of little Iruma...

'The nerve... honestly...'

But he can only sigh as he opens the door, his sigh turning into a little scream at seeing his gaunt succubus on the floor... face down and arm outstretched for the door.

He's quick to drop his things and turn her over thankfully noting that she was just... dazed... not sleeping but she wasn't fully there either...

"H-Hello?! Y/n!? What's wro- HMm!?"

His concerned words were cut off as, in a sudden show of strength, she lurches forward, pushing his mask out of the way to connecting her lips with his in a kiss... her teeth coming to nip at his lips as he gasps out in surprise... a sudden scent filling the air that prompted his face to fluster and a tight feeling to grow in him. Her tongue takes that opportunity to slip into his mouth... curling around his tongue as she sucks playfully...

He's not sure how long this goes on as his breaths get heavier and heavier... eyes meeting hungry ones that seem to glow with the sheer lust as his eyes start to drift closed from the lack of oxygen....

And as quickly as she started it... she finishes it, quickly splitting from him, flapping her wings furiously to clear the pheromones from the air as he sits there panting... a bit of drool trickling from the corner of his mouth and a thread of it connecting them... he's not sure if its his or not but he stares dazed at her till she snaps her fingers in his face.

"Oh, hell! Shichiro! Shichiro are you ok!?" she seems... worried...

"Y-yeah, I'm fine..." He slowly rises to his feet... a serious expression dawning on his face... "What was that?"

She looks down, almost ashamed, truth be told... she is ashamed.

"L-look..." she starts "before any ideas of contract violations or.. anything else... I'd like to apologize... I... I was starving. I still am but that's not quite important right now... you... You got a face full of pheromones didn't you?"

"H-huh? Was that... what that was?"

Ah shit... he's delirious, face pinking as a hazy look comes into his eyes...

"Hey! Hey, no, do not!" she pats his face a few times before grabbing his arm and dragging him to his room, this would arguably be the worst decision she made that night.

Arguably, it would be the best.

She pushes him down to lay on the bed while she opened all the windows but closed the blinds, casting a cool breeze through the room as the sounds of nightlife slowly came alive.

"Alright, Alright, what do you smell? how do you feel?" She asks him... unbothered by his desperate attempts to cover his mouth... unbothered but rather surprised by the scar exposing his teeth...

His strangely sharp teeth...

With a start she realized she was staring as his flustered and pheromone inflicted face seemed to droop with apprehension and embarrassment.

She turns away to face the wall away from the window and let him do as he pleased, which he seemed to appreciate.

She's not sure for how long she stared at the wall... feeling like a vulnerable idiot, what was she? a fledgling? But she curses as she feels a big warm hand on her shoulder... when she turns her head she feels her cheek being poked by his finger, telling her not to look... shit she would love to have one in her...

A choking sound behind her tells her he heard that...

She clenches her teeth and tries to ignore the hunger that reignited itself in her belly. A maddening desire, a base instinct.

She almost doesn't hear him till she feels his warm breath on her ear, his deep gentle voice filled with a tone she wasn't quite used to hearing from him... his breath shuddering as her pheromones drew him closer, his initial words dying on his lips as he can't help but press his forehead to her shoulder in an effort to hold back...

To hold back the sheer want. Both parties unsure and hesitant to fuck and find out...

"Sh-shichiro." she clears her throat, "Are you feeling alright?" she gently puts her palm to his forehead to create space as she steps away... distancing her scent from him as the cool breeze swept it out the window.

"I'm fine... I think..." his voice comes out like a growl that she'd expect to hear from a demon... and she shakes her head.

"No... I think... you should rest here, ok?" she smiles gently gently... a soft look on her face as her hands come to cover his lower face from her prying eyes... eyes that were so kind to him...

"You're hungry aren't you?" the growl turns into a low rumble... She feels him kiss her palms... tender and sweet just like him... but the hulking human before her was almost unrecognizable from his usually sweet countenance...

She was reminded once more just how big a man he was as her eyes roamed... not aware of her lips parting as she swallowed dryly... not aware as he steps closer... her eyes laser focused on his chest as her hands come down to press against glorious pecs through his shirt.

"Starving..." she whispers...

"May I help you?" she's reminded briefly of that kiss that started this contract... he asked for permission then too...

She shakes her head, she couldn't do him like the others before...

"Pheromones, Shichiro, you don't really want that..."

He pauses... "While I would love to study that... it'll have to wait till later..."

He tilts her chin up... the scar on the side of his teeth going unnoticed as he leans in to whisper in her ear...

"Please... let me help you..."

"Tsk..."

But that desire... that hunger... almost without realization, she nods... and his burning breath goes from her ear to gently caress her lips, pausing to meet her eyes, she nods again... and closes the gap.

It's a gentle, almost delicate kiss, sweet...

Till it wasn't.

Large gentle hands trail up her arms coming to brush his thumbs on her shoulders... warm... but burning hot as the succubus whimpers from such tender touch. Oh how long had it been since she was desired so reverently... Her hands reach up and seize his collar, heart bursting out of her chest, electricity in her veins and a fire raging from her core through her body, her breath stutters coming out in desperate little gasps and pants.

A protestant whine breaks through as he parts his lips from hers. She watches, dazed with her desire as his tongue comes out to lick his teeth... savoring her taste... he tilts his head down a bit, gently nipping her jaw as he moves down to her neck... his arms gently coming under her to hold her... his body pressing her between him and the wall.

Devi it feels hard to breath... light headed and dizzy from desire... was it just her desire? could it be that sweet Shichiro-

"Oh~!" she feels him nip her pulse point... a chuckle rumbling through his chest as she mewled out, the air heavy with their heated breaths, the scent of her pheromones... relief coming only in the occasional cooling breeze...

'H-he's... He's big!'

Her thoughts were only proven by the feeling of his jaw... unhooking to gently hold her neck in his mouth... teasing sharp teeth... like he might tear her throat out.

The succubus could hardly believe that this man was human.

She curses a whimper that leaves her throat at the sensation... as a shiver shot through her spine at the feeling of his tongue gently licking before he pulls back as if to catch his own breath...

His eyes screamed of want, he wants her, he needs her...

And it seemed the impatience was mutual as she leaned down to kiss him once more... hard... teeth knocking... tongues tangling themselves together as he brings her back down on the bed... her claws ripping through his shirt like it was paper... his hands gently removing her scanty clothes... till they were both bare... one in their nudity and so engrossed in each other that all senses of shame leapt out the window to make room for...

Desire

Her hands entangled themselves in his snowy hair... gently pressing and tugging at his scalp as his reverent kisses and touch grow bolder and bolder as they trail down her body... a brief nip to the underside of her breasts... a hickey on her hip... squeezing and teasing her body... her soft body... he just can't get enough as he takes a moment to bury his face in her belly... to just... breath...

He chuckles again when he hears her impatient whine... hands trailing down to the underside of her thighs to hook under her knees as his weight presses her further into the bed. His hips grinding against hers making her gasp at what she felt there as he seals his lips over hers once more in a hungry kiss...

She pulls away... leaning her head back against the bed as his mouth goes back to her neck...

His hips never stilling... teasing his erect member through her soaking folds... catching on her sensitive pearl pulling little mewls and moans from her throat.

"Shit... Shichirou... don't tease... please" she whispers, she begs, his name passing through her lips once more like a prayer.

"Please... please... Plea-!" she's cut off by his slow breach, his painfully slow breach. His girthy cock gently pressing into her hole, it feels like a tease, like torture as she stretches around him... gasps and hiccups escaping her as her hot breath brushes past her ears, the sound of his growls and groans rumbling through his chest to hears responding in turn as he gently rocks his hips... inch after glorious inch filling her... veins and texture rubbing against her in ways no one ever had before... her thighs trembling on either side of his hips...

"Shichirou... please~! ... More~! I won't break, promise~!"

It's a spell, a prayer, a plea, a curse she casts on herself as she feels him still... a whine on the tip of her tongue till with one roll of his hips he sheaths himself entirely... his back arching and subsequently pushing deeper inside as a low groan spills past his lips.

'Breathe... BREATHE'

She hiccups, she moans, she pants at the sheer size of this monster inside her... trembling as the mere stretch edges her closer and closer to her end... needy tears prick her eyes and trail down her cheeks as he leans back down to the succubus to kiss them away.

"Still ok?" He asks... deep voice rumbling gently as his own heaving breaths ghost over her lips...

She curses the stutter in her breathing, in her voice as she nods her head.

"Y-yes... please... k-keep going~!"

He chuckles... holding no malice or harm but still it sounds so sinful to her ears as his hips pull back to gently rock into her... She whines... snarling as her hands seize his hair, pulling his head back to reassert some kind of dominance, some kind of status as the demon in the room.

"Harder~" She demands, her eyes burning with a strong need, a desperation and a frustration that he dared to look down on her like she was glass.

Course, both of them new that this would never be the case... but his eyes glaze over a bit as he looks at her flushed face.. damp with sweat and tears and need.

His answer was a large gentle hand around her throat... pushing her back down against the bed... his other hand leaving her thigh to brush her hair out of her face before it brushes back his own.

He leans back down... putting a little pressure on her neck... his hand going to her hip now... almost encompassing it as it gently lifts and angles her... his cock brushing against that spot that made her see stars as he started to grind...

She was about to whine when she felt his hips withdraw... only to slam back into her.

A loud and breathless moan rips from her throat like a cry as she lays there... wondering what just happened... her dazed and confused face sending sparks of something dark into his eyes as he repeats the motion... slow and powerful thrusts... consistent... breathtaking... she wonders for a moment only for that wonder to fade into passion as his thrusts keep going... he's not stopping...

Even after she comes undone around his hard cock... her fluttering velveteen walls clenching around his rod as it pistons slowly in and out of her... stars flashing in her vision as she babbles... only to scream when his thumb meets her clit... pressing down hard on it to prolong her release...

"It's too much too much too much!" and barely finishing her first, she's already on her second mind shattering orgasm of the night.

Problem was... he wasn't done yet.

As she clenches like a vice around him for the second time his own guttural groan passes through his lips. Fluids from her release making it easier for him to thrust... he loses himself... hips losing neither their power nor rhythm as he bullies his cock in and out of her... leaning down to whisper in her ear as his pace gets faster... and faster, faster!

"You feel so good" ...

"There's a good girl"...

"Thank you for this" ...

"Are you enjoying this?" ...

"You can have it... Take it... Take it. Take it-"

"Take it"

Sweet gentle questions peppered with lust filled phrases only make her heart pound, her moans louder yet, and as she clings to him... nails digging into his back as he drives her to oblivion, her cunt clenching around him... their lewd sounds echoing through the room... !

Her gasp turns into a scream, her scream a moan as she releases one last time... biting down on his shoulder as his hips stutter... slamming into her once, twice more before stilling his hips against hers, a roar passes his lips, blunt nails clawing clawing at the sheets beneath her.

His white hot seed, burning her, coating her walls with white as his hips gently grind... riding them through their high...

He withdraws... but doesn't pull back as his tongue gently laves over her throat once more... her chest heaving with heavy breaths... eyes fluttering as her body trembles with the aftershocks of their pleasure...

He pulls her close... pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead... and they fall asleep.

~~~

Aftermath~

~~~

She sits up... looking down at the sleeping man beside her... wondering briefly if he really was as human as he claims to be... shaking her head of the ridiculous thought... her hand coming to rest on her lower belly... satisfied... for now... and pleasantly sore...

Safe to say she wouldn't be shy about asking him for more later that day.

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(hope you enjoyed!)

[ivydarkrose]

Different AUs  of Nathans

1.  Nathan-Crystal (Creepypasta- Circuspasta AU):  For Nathan as far horror AUs, I have several.

              An old one where Nathan dies within the walls of the basement, as he lays there dying, hands aching from his failed; Delirious, he envisions himself walking out the door, into the bright light ahead of him but suddenly he's pulled back to reality when he sees the outline of two men standing in the doorway. Both laughing and mocking the dying teen. No amount of effort on his behalf could move him, he was too hungry, too weak, too far gone.  He could hear them mocking him, unable to discern what was other than key words of “Sister” and “Dead”. With panic and a new sense of rage, he attempted to lift himself, only to crash back down as they laughed and slammed that door once more. With this, he falls into darkness, away from the light, only left with that rage and need for revenge, a voice so clearly asks him. “ Do you want your revenge?” Two voices replying back that indeed they will do anything to get their revenge. - This version is the AU where Nathan himself is no longer human but some kind of entity. Originally I had him trap the soul of his sister within that crystal necklace. However, I am thinking with this AU to change this. All for fun of course. 

    The Second AU is based off the Circuspasta theme, seeing he's often around the "circuspasta's" themselves, I had the idea of a fun AU (that I plan to doodle one day once I find my motivation again really). In this AU him and Crystal are conjoined twins, attached to one another. Honestly, there it many ways I have thought about taking this. Such as twins born conjoined (whether logical or not, nonsensical is amusing after all), another way they are conjoin is actually the canon but with a more supernatural twist, where one houses a physical body and one in soul only in the AU playing on the telekinesis angle (Think Beyond: Two Souls). The other possibility being horrible experiment or disturbing modification where one twin is attached to the other (Alive or Dead). Either way, playing into the circus theme of conjoined twins.  

2. (Umbra Series): Many AUs as its too fun to not think of alt scenarios. 

Nathan Lux: Originally he was replacing the AU I mentioned above. Giving up his humanity to become immortal in attempts to save his loved ones, IE Crystal (who was reborn within the world, not by choice), and Ciara, who is under control of her father, Night Terrors, being in a real threat of death if she doesn't do as her father demands of her. (Collect Souls for his consumption). He also aimed to become semi-immortal so that he could stay by Ciara's side until they both pass on. In order to do this, he needed to become more than human. So that he may fight in the true world that is filled with monsters, creatures, demons, angels and so on. 

Natalia Maxine Luxenia (AFAB AU):  Literally his AFAB AU, I've dabbled with her for a long time, mostly for silly RPs. I'd say ever since I created Nathan back in 2014. Officially gave her a canon ref recently. Seeing she is placed with in Umbra's world and narrative I made her a sub-species of human. Unlike the other AUs so far, she does not have siblings, however, she does have her family( well father) killed in front of her at a young age. Leading to a tragic upbringing with a evil fae like man, nicknamed "joker", who is a human trafficker (more less rents out the adult humans he lays claim on.) By luck, she manages to make her escape, running into humans of her own subset. Now as an adult exploring the world, looking for signs that her mother is still alive. Meanwhile, unaware of the very real threats to her life from the hunters tracking her down for the wicked fae.

3. Nathel (Mermaid): This stemmed from a silly RP between many friends on ask. While this hasn't received much of a story arch or anything else other than. "Hey, its Nathan as a Man of Mer." I've decided to maybe take this AU into a species I've created. Possibly the naga-mermaid hybrid species called "Syrion".  

4. Nathan L(Genyr): At the time, there wasn't much to go on with the Genyr Species and how they were made, being creepypasta related (at the time thanks to candy pop) I decided to experiment with a comic format, having the wicked side of Pop's personality being the cause of Nathan's transformation. Nowadays, he's apart of the new age Genyrs that were saved when all the other Genyr's were consumed, ironically thanks to their species rivals, more to the king of the Dhokkalfers (Aka Mire's and Pop's father).  (he'll have a more Genyr name for now just calling him Nathan lol)

5. Nathan Walleis (Dream Daddy): Yes, based of the game. Nathan in this AU sports glasses, and is simple an aesthetic character as I never found time to expand more than "Dad who reads too much" energy. Did plan to maybe play off a assassin vibe but was hesitant. 

6. Yanni (DDLC): AH, yes DDLC. I invented a lot into his AU here, thank to friends who at the time were into DDLC. Premise was interesting in my mind. Based off Monika's obsession with the player, Nathan (main version of him) plays the game for fun after taken care of the residence of the house. Once he's done, rather thinks he's gotten to the end, he leaves the game be. Running off from the crime scene. Monika wanting the player back, clones Nathan, giving him life within the game as Yanni. Along with his sister. She ends up rewriting the code of the game to make them side characters with their own clubs in hopes to keep them away from the other LC members. 

7. Not Named Yet  (Twisted Wonderland): A proud member of the Diasomnia, a dorm known for students who excel at magic across the board. His plan joining Night Raven College was in hopes to prove his worth to possibly join in ranks to guard the highly regraded, Malleus Draconia, However, his quiet demeanor and issues with communication he has yet to accomplish his goal. (Note: This plot might change in the future tbh, made on a whim lol)

Honorable mentions: 

Aun: So Aun here is his own character, but when I first crafted him he was legit an AU Nathan. I was like AU N should be the character that has some of the opposite physical characteristics.  Such as white textured hair, eyes colors the mix of blue and green, and less tense than our very anxious Nathan. Both still sassy, though Aun shows it more. I wanted them to almost feel like twins. I used the term 2P not really understanding the meaning lol. 

Cat form: Look he gives off black/grey cat energy. So his AU/ Spirit form is a black cat! Plus an inside joke between friends... if you know you know. 

Creepypasta café: One my friend Alloween created! Nothing more to state, as they created Nathan's role and I just had fun jumping off with the idea. 

AU Psychiatric Hospital:  Another Creepypasta AU/Spin off based on BleedingHeartWorks comic "Desolation." Where Nathan is found criminally insane and sent to said hospital. 

Ashur (The Demons Den - Nature Demons): A species homage to Nathan, not nessassarly him. I had no intentions of the fact but their traits are uncanny, 

Noctis ( Warpa AKA War Paint Demons):  Same deal here, a semi-homage but not intentional per say.  ~~~~ This took a while to finish, no regrets >w< I do have images, however I don't trust tumblrs character CAP lol

[hospitalterrorizer]

diary57

11/7-8/2023

tuesday - wednesday

not a boring day, today.

i ate leftovers from yesterday and had leftover ramen that my gf didn't finish. i also ate candy and stuff and it's made me feel sort of sick, or at least like, sick with myself. but whatever. thursday is errand day but i don't think i'm going then. idk what i'm doing tomorrow, i'm probably going to try and record more, today i got 2 songs re-recorded basically, i think i'll like them a lot more when i slot those parts in and stuff. what else. mostly i vc'd today with a friend who was super deliriously drunk, and a friend who was not drunk our drunk friend got on this thing, of digging through his steam library for all of these dumb games he had. there was this one about a courier frog, we all were amazed and charmed by the shitty unity effort it was, and how there was this giant transformer running in circles for no reason, a crime scene, the frog held a knife, and a man on a roof. all unrelated to the game, or really even its setting, a row of 8 houses in a suburb, a shitty prefab full of invisible walls. for some reason that game made me want to play videogames more again. things are mysterious that way. seeing him get drunker, and play other games, made me want to play games less though. he was so drunk, thus out of it, while playing a puzzle game called chuzzle, he was getting really, i don't know, i don't know if he was for real frustrated or doing a joke where he was acting frustrated and crazy, by this time the vc had filled up more, the person who introduced him to the server we're in joined and i haven't vc'd w/ her in forever, a friend who is intermittently around in vc joined for a minute too, all while our drunk friend was sat there, staring at his screen, manic and silent, playing a kind of weird and cruel version of bejeweled where you torture strange creatures, made up of hair and eyes. he stayed on that game for like an hour. then he moved onto some other puzzle game that was like, you move blocks around a non-environment, it looked like lame mahjong tiles. anyways he was pretty good at that one and then hit the difficulty bump, and was still basically good but also drunk and still doing his frustrated guy bit, he did some stuff i feel bad about, i was writing it out but there's no reason to do that i think, i can't tell if it was a bit or not, or where it ends, if him feeling free to do some stuff as a bit is just him being able to actually just do certain things for real or not. he did start what i hope was a fake crying thing, where he was like, doing this intense fake ugly cry face, at least i hope it was fake, i asked our friend who knows him irl and she said he is just being a #mastermanipulator but i honestly can't tell still and feel bad basically because i was having a go at him being bad at a puzzle, not really mean i was just saying like "you're making the wrong shape." i don't know. it was funny hearing him say really slurred nonsense, and then say to us all, "can't you be quiet." or "shut your trap" and stuff like that. it was still a little stressful. i dunno. alcohol is kind of nightmarish to me, at least he had people around a while, so it wasn't totally drinking alone. or he was drunk alone but had some people beside him, to make it less soul-destroying. the people i knew who would do that were really really worrying. the vc was a lot of fun though, it's tragic how it makes me snack though, i love to eat salty trash while vcing. i am also just generally so hungry, always.

outside of that, uhhhhh, nothing really, it's a lot of just bullshitting about random stuff in those vcs, i keep thinking about watching this dogra magra movie. maybe i'll try that rn. thinking about the progress on the album, it's feeling closer and closer, i wonder how much closer i can get, if i keep re-recording stuff i'm maybe not happy with this week, that'd be good, but i wonder if i'd feel closer if i tried getting some lyrics out for these newer songs. or they do have lyrics, some at least, those ones are recorded thoughhhhhhhhhghghgh. i dunno. i think by the end of this week i should take a closer inventory of where these songs are, i should also try getting the vocals down for one of these older songs w/ lyrics. as it stands, there's a couple songs i want to still master differently, really minor guitar tone things i think. thennnn, there's one i definitely want to do some minor arranging on to get one part to be less fucked up, or maybe not arranging, just come in differently w/ vox, add an additional guitar bit. and then there's still one i for sure need to get the vocals right on, or a couple i guess.

anyway i watched like half of it i have to finish it 2morrowww, so

byebye!!!!!!!!!

[kisekinodrabbles]

helloo! i'd like to request something for the prompt game please :D kasamatsu + band!au + strangers to lovers + dialogue number 14 if that's okay? thanks, sam! and welcome back~

ofc!!! i tried to keep it shorter but im a bit rusty w my kasamatsu hehe hope u enjoy! wc: 2.3k

Kasamatsu admits that balancing his band and college work isn’t exactly an easy task. Between late evenings spent at gigs and all nights at the library, he is on the brink of his sanity, standing right at the tipping point. He yawns as he enters his nine am mandatory calculus class, another mistake made in his overconfidence that he would somehow be able to get his shit together.

You, on the other hand, are a closeted fan of his band, sitting three rows behind him in class. Every Tuesday and Thursday, you watch him drag his feet in and his hand lifting to his mouth in a yawn. Quickly, you duck behind your book as if Kasamatsu would ever give you the time of day. The brunette is well-known on campus with his successful group and good looks, not to mention he also dabbles a little in basketball while also maintaining a decent grade point average across all his classes. Triple threat, they call him.

When you first came into class and saw him there, shocked is an understatement. You’ve been following his band his high school from across the country. To see him in the flesh, so real and so human with his tired eyes, it almost feels like a dream. One you hope nobody would ever pinch you awake from. Thus, you made it your goal to be there before him every morning, which is a feat in itself. Kasamatsu may be grinding through the night and falling asleep in lectures, but he’ll be damned if he shows up late to class.

Throughout several weeks, you’ve seen girls come up to him left and right, shot down almost immediately by his intention to focus on the professor’s words. He lets them down easy and makes it clear that he pays thousands of dollars to study, not play IRL Tinder. This man gets sexier everyday.

You take your time packing your things when class is over, mainly because you’re too distracted watching Kasamatsu do the same. He is blind, or chooses to ignore, the whispers and shy glances thrown his way. Perhaps this is why you haven’t approached him yourself. You’re just one of his many admirers, a stroke in the massive painting of his life. Sighing, you pick up your pitiful self and make your way to the dining hall where you’re supposed to meet your friend for breakfast.

When the two of you settle on a table, you begin your weekly rambling about how beautiful Kasamatsu looks in the morning. Moriyama, being the good friend that he is, nods and listens intently.

Moriyama is an intriguing character. The two of you met because he had tried a line on you. In your perpetual state of flustered embarrassment, you had stupidly confessed to him: “Sorry, my heart belongs to Kasamatsu Yukio.”

In another twist of fate, he revealed that he had actually gone to high school with the guy and knew him pretty well.

“You know I can introduce you to him, right? No need for all this pining and drooling from three feet away.”

“It’s not the same,” you argue, “he’s practically a living legend on campus. I’m too intimidated to even breathe in the same air as him.” Your obsession has perhaps taken you too far, but if you expect to continue being his fan, the last thing you want is to scare him away.

“You’re so overdramatic,” Moriyama rolls his eyes. Coming from him, this sentence means a lot.

“What? It’s not my fault Kasamatsu’s so hot. He could bang me so hard backstage then pretend I don’t exist and I would still pay to watch his next show,” you groan, spooning yogurt into your mouth.

In that moment, several things happen. Moriyama’s eyes widen and fly behind you. Footsteps sounding at that same spot suddenly cease completely. You, realizing what possibly just happened, feel the heat flare up your cheeks.

Kasamatsu, in his sleep deprived state and probably completely delirious, had stopped in his tracks. His head whipped around to the source of the comment, finding Moriyama sitting with someone who looks distinctly familiar, but he can’t quite put his finger on it.

“Kasamatsu—”

Before Moriyama can even finish his sentence, Kasamatsu is already blurting out. “Okay, maybe I’m crazy but did I just hear you say that out loud?”

You want to crawl into your hole six feet underground and never see the light of day again. Ducking your head, you don’t even want to chance a glance up. The utter mortification is chewing away at your bones and you wish you could just evaporate into thin air.

Moriyama quickly interjects with a quick laugh, “Hear what? Also how have you been, man? I haven’t seen you in forever. Come join us for breakfast.”

Kasamatsu’s brows pucker. Maybe he really is going insane. And horny. Which is a very bad combination. Nevertheless, he slides into the empty seat next to Moriyama. He stares at you for a few seconds, squinting, before snapping his fingers. “Oh, I remember now. You’re in my calculus class.”

He knows you? “How do you know me?” you squeak, cursing your fangirl self for losing your voice. You never speak up in class, always choosing to come up to your professor for questions at the end of lecture. You’re quiet and tucked away behind him, so you never expected him to recognize you.

The smile he sends you is blinding. Even with shadows under his eyes, he still looks gorgeous. “You’re always first to arrive and last to leave. Figured you’re a hard worker in class and probably acing it.”

Your mouth dries. Kasamatsu noticed you. He actually noticed you. “Oh, um, I’m okay. I’m okay in class, I mean.”

“The question you should be asking is her name, Kasamatsu,” Moriyama scolds, smacking his back.

Kasamatsu pinks sheepishly. “Sorry, yeah. I’m Kasamatsu Yukio, by the way.”

Idiotically, you blurt out “I know” before your name. When you finally introduce yourself, you also clarify, “I’m a huge fan of Blue Devils. I mean, I’ve been following you guys since like high school. Absolutely love your music.”

The man actually reddens even further, but still he beams proudly. “Thank you! That’s crazy. Have you been to our shows?”

Almost all of them. “A couple, yeah.”

“We have one tonight in an actual venue. Are you coming?”

“Ah, it was sold out before I could get a ticket, actually.”

Kasamatsu blinks, “Oh, you’re more than welcome to come. I can get you a pass. Both of you—if Moriyama’s interested.”

“That would be amazing!” You grin, “Is there anything I can get you in return? I don’t want to just accept a gift from you for free.”

“Well, if you are good at calc, I wouldn’t mind some extra tutoring,” he suggests with a teasing grin.

Moriyama rolls his eyes, “Just ask her out instead of using tutoring as an excuse.” The two of you sputter, face colored a dark shade of red. You’ll kick his ass when you get the chance.

—

That one mistake turned out to be the greatest opportunity of your life. In addition to attending his show that night and meeting all of his bandmates, each one more good looking up close than then other, you manage to have weekly study sessions (you’re holding off on calling it dates) with Kasamatsu. The two of you take turns booking rooms at the library to cram, which mainly consists of you reexplaining concepts to the man. Although he isn’t a bad student, he’s also still struggling a bit to keep up.

“Hey” is what you hear before you feel a warm surface press against your cheek. You look up to find Kasamatsu with a steaming cup in hand. Gratefully accepting it, you catch a whiff of freshly brewed tea. You take a sip and smile. Black tea, no sugar. “Just the way I like it.”

“Noticed you never add anything to your tea,” Kasamatsu says almost proudly.

You raise the cup to him in thanks. Both of you go through your usual routine—you focusing on reviewing material for next week while Kasamatsu pores over his notes from this week, occasionally poking you to ask questions.

Honestly, a big part of you still wonders if this is all a dream. This guy you’ve been crushing on for years is sitting in the flesh right across from you. You peek at him from time to time, watching the way he frowns at his book. His blue, almost grey, eyes shine underneath the flickering lights. Even the way his lips curl unhappily is cute.

When he catches you staring, you quickly drop your gaze back to your laptop, missing the way he smiles quietly.

“Will you come to our show this weekend?” He asks as the two of you pack up.

“Ah, I have a shift at my part-time job.”

He looks surprised, “That late?”

You shrug, “Food never sleeps, I guess. It’s at the burger diner by campus.”

“Oh, are you guys open late?”

“Close at one.”

He nods, “Maybe I’ll see you there after then. The guys usually get really hungry after a gig so we can drive some business your way. I’ll make sure they tip well too.”

Your heart warms at the thought. It’s a thoughtful gesture but you’re even more thrilled at the prospect of seeing him. “Sounds good.”

True to his word, Kasamatsu brings the guys to your workplace at midnight after their show ended. They order quite a spread, practically everything on the menu. Kasamatsu goes as far as to help you carry orders to their table. You shoot him an appreciative smile.

Over the time your friendship has bloomed, Kasamatsu has been nothing but a gentleman. He walks you home to your dorm if you’re studying late into the night. He meets you in class with a muffin or a cookie from his early Starbucks runs. Surprisingly, he begins placing himself next to you each session. “This is better anyway,” he mutters. “Two birds, one stone.”

His vague words had you tilting your head in question.

“I don’t have random people coming up to me to sit with me and, well, I get to enjoy your company.” It’s a nice thought—him enjoying your company, that is. He had blushed a little when he realized what you said, but chose to direct his attention to the slides pulled up before him, missing the way you hide your smile behind your sleeve.

Now, you hear the rowdy boys chattering on as they devour their meal as if it’s their last. They speak through mouthfuls of burgers and fries, but you find the sight endearing, mainly because you’ve never seen Kasamatsu so relaxed. It’s quite refreshing really. Your attention is piqued when you hear one of them ask: “So doing it tonight huh?”

Kasamatsu retorts with a “shut the fuck up” and flings a fry his way. The way the other guy wiggles his brows suggestively has you freezing. What if he was meeting up with someone tonight? What if he was going to do the deed?

Somewhere in the distance, you hear the faint cracking of your heart. Of course, Kasamatsu is popular. It’s no surprise he’s got his nights covered as well. You sigh dejectedly, feeling the hope inside you crumble into dust. The rest of your shift goes by rather uneventfully, but you try to avoid going to their table too much, lest you hear more details about Kasamatsu’s planned tryst. The man himself steals glances your way, wondering if you’ll be checking on them anytime soon.

“Your check,” you smile as you set the bill on the table, “I got the owner to give you a discount since you guys ordered a good amount.”

All of their eyes seem to sparkle as they thank you in unison, their synchrony almost puzzling. As you move to pick up the bill and change, Kasamatsu catches your hand before you move away. “What time does your shift end?”

“Half an hour. Why?”

The other guys are already packing up their things and giving you little waves as they exit the restaurant, leaving the two of you alone. “I’ll walk you home, it’s late,” he murmurs, fingers still wrapped around your wrist.

“Oh, you don’t have to! I usually take the bus back anyway so it’s no big deal.” You want to confirm whether he had plans that night anyway. You’d hate to be in the way of that.

He shakes his head, “I insist. Also, um, are you doing anything tomorrow?”

“Catching up on studying most likely.”

“Oh,” he pauses, “if you have time tomorrow night, do you want to catch a movie with me? Maybe dinner after?”

You blink at him in surprise. Now that you’re looking at him properly, you notice that his cheeks are several shades darker than the red neon glow of the diner sign. He’s shifting on his feet and his other hand finds purchase on the strap of his bag, fidgeting with the material. “Um, like a date?”

“Y-yeah,” he stutters slightly, his throat moving as he swallows. “Sorry, I probably should’ve made that clear,” he coughs, “b-but if you don’t want it to be the we can also go as friends.” Perhaps you’ve tortured the boy long enough but you can’t help but relish in his awkward chuckle as his hand lifts to rub the back of his neck nervously.

Biting back a huge grin, you nod. “It’s a date.”

Kasamatsu’s eyes light up and a pleased grin spread across his face. “It’s a date.”

The hollering outside the building has the two of you whipping to face the window where his bandmates have their faces pressed up against the surface, laughing and smiling to congratulate and embarrass their friend. Kasamatsu flushes, “I’ll see you later to pick you up.”

You nod but he’s already out the door, leaping to kick his friends away. “You stupid idiots!”

Laughing, you watch as the group makes kissy faces at Kasamatsu all the while the man fruitlessly attempts to shut them up. He really is cute.