#around it's a good thing - same with making him sub and people don't realize the weird message that conveys

[cosmicswritings]

while megatron is a natural carrier and has carried many times in his life, starscream isn't, has never carried and it's not something he can naturally do, even though he wants to do it. in a lot of my aus, esp my tfp aus, the two of them run into a lot of trouble when they get together regarding starscream and carrying. it's weird to him because seekers don't ever carry, they are great sires- he's carried with seekers before during the war and even a bit after. And like all seekers, megatron just realizes starscream can't carry naturally, but it's still a desire of his and while megatron has only ever carried, he doesn't mind siring for starscream just because of how close they are. or at least, attempting to. starscream has to get a lot of procedures done to do it, many failed and unsuccessful. It's a first for siring for megatron too but he wants to do it with starscream.

the point of this little fic and running au of mine is that, while starscream has so many difficulties carrying, megatron is there for him. with every failed procedure and how depressed starscream is, he tells starscream about his own experiences to make him feel better. starscream eventually asks about it, how it feels, what it's like, emergence, etc. and when things don't work for starscream the first few times, megatron is always there to encourage him, and he convinces starscream not to give up.

eventually, things do work out and starscream is able to carry multiple times, but starscream enjoys hearing a lot about megatron's experiences. Starscream also listens carefully to what Megatron says about his past. He had many relationships where he was happy with his partners, and he carried and he and those sparklings are in close contact, but there are some more somber stories, where Megatron's sparklings were taken away from him when he was in the mines, where he was only used as property to produce more miners and he's lost those sparklings. Or where shortly after he had his sparklings, his partners took them from him no trusting him to be a good carrier (during the war)

Obviously, Starscream takes it upon himself to track down megatron's missing children, the ones he's lost contact with, the ones he doesn't know, etc. This isn't something unique to my tfp stories, where this au started. In most of my fics, Starscream goes looking for all the children taken from Megatron while he was carrying.

But the gist of this is that, Starscream has a lot of issues and difficulties with carrying because seekers aren't built for it, but megatron is always there to help him and make him feel like less of a failure and also help him after his emergances, because it's incredibly difficult for starscream.

[decadentworld]

loved the first fanfic! it was delicious!

so um could i request jonathan byers with dacryphilia, praise, maybe even perverted jonathan?

like it's jonathans first time bottoming and he's kind of scared, but he's fantasized about it for a very long time so he's very eager and obedient.

you don't have to write it, of course! whatever you're comfortable with, dude.

take care!

Hey, anon. I went kind of overboard with the ‘pervert Jonathan’ part, because this boy just screams ‘secret pervert’ to me. I hope it’s alright. This one is a lot more light-hearted and a lot less poetic than Rebirth.

Also. I promised myself that requests wouldn’t be as long as my personal works but. Well. Oops.

Vice.

Jonathan’s first time does not go the way he plans it. In fact, it goes a lot better.

※ Sub Bottom Jonathan/Dom Top Male Reader

※ 12,444 words.

※ Anonymous request.

※ Content & warnings: First time bottoming. Dacryphilia. Size difference/Size queen. D/s dynamics. Praise kink. Authority kink. Pervert Jonathan. Hardcore first time. Overstimulation. Un-beta’d.

※ Both characters are 18 or older.

※ Work available only on Tumblr and under ArchiveOfOurOwn pseud of the same name (DecadentWorld). Do not repost, edit, or redistribute. Do not use for TikTok videos.

Jonathan’s little secret is at all times kept under lock and key. Several locks, actually. And a combination lock with no less than five numbers for good measure.

There’s this box hidden within his closet, see, which is quite sizable, though it is very discreet and easy to hide in the deepest part of his closet, behind his chest of drawers. It’s black; he knows it’s originally intended as a cash safe, or he supposes, since he didn’t actually buy it. He found it. He swears that’s the word that describes it best: ‘found’ it. What could an open cash safe have been doing just lying around in the junkyard otherwise? He did not steal it. It was open, it was empty, it was happenstance that he needed something to store his ever-growing collection of his more personal things and there was an abandoned cash safe in the junkyard. Simple.

Now, what’s inside this box nowadays? Only he knows as of yet. It’s not something he could just be saying outloud. There are already consequences just for people like Jonathan to simply show his true face in Hawkins, but if anyone unsafe found what he keeps in the box? He would be skinned alive. He would be castrated, for sure.

Which is why he always makes absolutely sure to close it, lock it, and hide it away after he finishes making use of the… erm. Objects inside.

He always does. He never forgets.

After withdrawing from one of the most intense, toe-curling make-out sessions with his boyfriend —his boyfriend. It makes him so fucking giggly to think of that word— as he greeted you into his house, a surprise visit from you, he leads you closer to his bed with a shy hand on yours.

“Just get comfortable,” he tells you. “I’m gonna bring in something to eat.”

“Sure, gorgeous.”

The mental haze he gets after the slight praise is probably one of the reasons why he gets sloppy today.

He walks to the kitchen with a spring in his step. He’s home alone for the moment, something so rare it’s a golden opportunity he won’t waste. God. He feels so bubbly when he’s with you. He opens the fridge as he thinks of this. Jonathan’s never felt like this, like he could turn to mush just by being next to you, like he could start giggling at any given moment just because you talk to him with a voice that rumbles throughout his body, like he could swoon when you press your palm against the back of his head, because he feels like you could engulf him wholly. His break-up with Nancy led him to several realizations, one of which —and he’s sorry, Nancy, but it has to be said— is the one where he found he’s a lot more attracted to men than to women. By, like. A lot. Nancy knew about his bisexuality before, but never commented on it. He doesn’t think she did (or didn’t, rather) out of maliciousness, or awkwardness, or anything like that. Jonathan knows there was just no possible situation in which the topic could be talked about casually, so why bother. He’s absolutely not mad or anything like that. Plus, there’s no point in discussing something like that when they were in a relationship; for no reason would he think about other men, or women, while he had a girlfriend. These thoughts lead to other similar ones as he’s getting some snacks ready in small plastic bowls. He feels kind of bad for not being more open with his family. With Will, especially. He knows the euphoria, the feeling of safeness that Will would get if he knew there was an older queer figure in his life. Sure, Will is not out, but it’s sort of an open secret now. But Jonathan is not that brave. He knows his mom has the tiniest suspicion of Jonathan being at least a little bit queer, what with you coming over more often than not. For college assignments, of course. And everything leads back to you. He bites his lip with a smile on his face as he finishes pouring the contents of a packet into one of the little bowls. Everything about you has him crazy. It’s the fact that you tower over him but still hold him in your arms like he’s delicate, fragile. It’s how you still haven’t made any sexual advances towards him, because you know he’s a virgin in that aspect, and because he told you how very nervous the thought made him. But Jonathan knows you sense something more, and how very right you are without realizing it, that he might be sort of terrified, yet it’s the only thing he can think about these days. It’s even more difficult to focus on anything else when he can only think about you taking him in your big hands, making him —everything about him— look small. Can’t help getting hard in unfortunate situations sometimes, can’t choose which fantasy is best: the one where you take your time with him, treating him gently… or the one where you rip his virginity away, so intensely that he’s crying in the end. He has to calm down before he gets hard. Again. Because he’s already taken the edge off, had an orgasm earlier today. Made use of some of the objects in his—

Wait.

WAIT.

He sprints towards his room leaving the bowls abandoned on the kitchen counter. And there you are.

On his bed. Not having moved at all, of course. How could you? His bed is quite comfy.

You’re sitting on his bed. Looking at the open closet some feet from you. With a scandalized, but pleased expression.

Looking at the open safe on the closet floor.

Jonathan throws himself in front of the closet and closes the door with such force it resounds across his bedroom.

“How much did you see?!”

You look at him, amusedly, pleasantly surprised at this new version of Jonathan you’re seeing. “Um… enough?”

Jonathan covers his burning face and groans. It’s a long and muffled noise. “Oh my Goood,” he mumbles behind his hands.

You can’t help but chuckle a little bit. “Babe… why are you so shaken about this?”

“It’s… you weren’t supposed to see.” Jonathan peeks at you from between his fingers. “It’s so fucking embarrassing.”

“Uh…” You understand where he’s coming from, but, honestly, if he thinks this is the end of the world then he’s sorely mistaken. “It’s… not, really. It’s actually kind of… hot.”

Jonathan lowers his hands so quickly he accidentally slaps the closet door behind him. He gapes at you, so mortified he could melt to the floor. “Wh-What— You don’t— You’re not mad?”

Now you’re frowning in confusion. “Why would I be mad?”

“Well… I kind of… told you I’ve never…” You never thought he could get any more red until now. “And I still… have these things…”

You give him a sort of wolfish smile. He knows you’re trouble when you stand up, slowly walk the few steps to him, and suddenly you’re towering over him.

He gulps. He’s so terrified and excited about what you’re going to say, to do.

You lower a hand to the left side of his waist. He jumps a little bit. “It is hot, Jonathan. Now, feel free to push me off if I’m out of line, but I’m suddenly really, really curious to see more of that.”

He makes a small shrill you find adorable. “Uh— you want to s— how— what did you see, exactly?”

“Well, I saw… some nice-looking ropes.” Jonathan grumbles with embarrassment. “Saw something that looks like…” You leave his waist for a second to use both index fingers to draw something in the air that vaguely resembles a spade. He looks like a fish out of water. “I spotted a shape that looks a lot like something I have, too… if you’d be interesting in comparing.” Jonathan is almost hyperventilating at this point. “But, I think the most interesting one… it was barely peeking, but… the corner of something that I know, Jonathan, I know, is a photo?”

He can’t take it. He hides his face in your chest and whines so loudly it can barely be muffled. You cackle. It’s not a mean sound. You just can’t believe how agitated he’s being about something so normal. So you reassure him.

“It’s normal, Jonathan. It just means you have a healthy way of having fun on your own.”

He grumbles some more. He peeks at you from his spot on your chest. “You think?”

“Yep. And I would absolutely not mind knowing more about it. About your… stash.”

That at least pulls a giggle out of him. “You say it like I’m dealing.” He withdraws.

You caress his chin with a smile. “I am. I would pay only the highest price for this very fine selection.”

Jonathan bites his lip, a small smile in his face. You make him feel so safe, no judgement ever bleeding from your words. “You want to see it?”

You nod, almost enthusiastically, and he laughs. You step back some, giving him some space to open the closet door behind him. He does, and crouches down to retrieve it. Before pulling it out completely, he hesitates. “Um…”

“Yeah?”, you encourage him.

“It’s… if that’s all you saw, then… you didn’t even see half of it?” He says the last part more hushed, like he’s so embarrassed of himself he can’t even speak.

“Oh.” And you sound even more excited now. “Well. You’ll just have to show me all of it, right?”

Jonathan bites his lip and giggles nervously. He pulls the black safe out of his closet and onto the floor of his room.

You give him a muffled laugh. He was right. You didn’t even see half of what he’s got. You skim over the contents, before saying: “Wanna bring this up to the bed so I can see it better?”

He nods. With a strong blush on his face, Jonathan lifts the open box and leaves it on his bed.

The moment of truth is here. You both sit on the mattress, the open safe between you two, its contents perfectly visible. Jonathan is sort of hunched over himself with a hand on his mouth, looking so embarrassed you find it endearing.

You feast on all the objects inside the safe. There’s the things you’ve already seen: red ropes, a metal buttplug, a black silicone dildo, and yes, there are pictures too. Pictures of himself with those ropes around him and nothing more, photographs of parts of his body, a lot more artistic than actually sexual in nature. Close-ups of Jonathan’s cum on the wooden floor. But apart from that, there’s also skin mags. Pocket-sized ones. They’re all gay skin mags. There are also a lot more toys and sexual objects: nipple clamps, anal beads, a small bullet-shaped vibrator, a cock ring, a flogger, a chest harness, a collar with a D ring and matching cuffs for the wrists and ankles —you have to catch your breath at that one. An unlabeled cassette. That one picks your interest a lot. You don’t see any fleshlights or VHS’s. Probably didn’t fit in the safe with how much stuff there is already. Lastly, you see two different tubes of lubricant: a neutral one, and a cherry-flavored one; and a handful of packets of condoms.

His collection is impressive. It’s almost like he collects these things, like he treasures them, keeps them stored away safely only for his eyes and body to feast on whenever he has the time. All in all, you get a rush of something that feels like awe, and lust at the same time.

You finally look at him. He is so red behind his hands, and he’s also shaking a little bit, like he’s so nervous to hear what you have to say about all this.

“Oh, babe. Look at me.” Jonathan complies, looking at you from the spaces between his fingers. “This? This is amazing. Like, wow. You have so much stuff.” You give him a little smirk, about to test the waters. “Have you used all of them already?”

At that, Jonathan can only cover his face completely, muffled laughs hysterical from how awkward he feels, and throws himself back on the bed. At least he’s not outright rejecting you.

A little nod catches your attention.

“That’s so hot, baby.” You softly grab around the edges of the safe and turn it around a bit to see better. Jonathan lowers his hands down to his mouth to be able to see you when he feels the jostle on the bed. “Can you tell me what… this one is?” You point at the cassette.

“Oh my God.” Jonathan looks like he’s biting his nails. He decides to sit up instead. He takes the cassette in his trembling hands and holds it up, the side you saw before facing you and the other one facing Jonathan. “Um…”

“If you want, obviously.”

“U-Um…” He giggles nervously a bit more. That’s good. He’s not actually afraid or uncomfortable, just shy. “It’s… like a narration. The narrator says things that are supposed to… make you feel things.”

It’s so vague, since he’s still pretty mortified about showing you all this, but you think you understand. “Okay. Kind of like… hypnosis?”

“Well… yeah, but not really in the traditional sense.” Jonathan fiddles with the cassette. “It’s just relaxing, but also…” His renewed blush tells you everything you need to know.

“That’s so interesting.” You lean over to examine the small rectangle better, and suddenly spot some handwritten text on the back. “Oh. What does it say?”

Jonathan shrieks. He didn’t mean for you to see that. His hand just accidentally moved until the cassette was no longer parallel to you. “Uhhh…” But, he decides to brave through, because this entire situation is doing something to him. “But… but don’t make fun of me. Please.”

“Of course not!”, you’re quick to say. “Why would I?”

Jonathan bites his lower lip. “Well…” He fidgets a bit, then shakily hands you the cassette over.

You give him a reassuring little smile as you accept the tape. You turn it around. And.

Ah.

Jonathan is full of surprises, isn’t he.

Your eyes go hazy with lust as you read the handwritten two words on the white sticker: Good Boy. You understand a bit better now. You can totally picture what it is: the deep masculine voice of a male narrator giving the listener instructions on what to do, how to touch themselves, what a good boy they’re being for obeying. So Jonathan has the biggest praise kink ever. No big deal. Not at all. Except. It’s all you’ll be able to think about for the rest of your life.

You can’t help yourself. Your hand reaches the back of his head and you give your boyfriend a steamy kiss, right over the open safe, feeling him tremble and whine against you. He opens his mouth in time for you to slip your tongue in and start a sensual caress over his own. Jonathan grabs at your clothes in desperation, squirming in his place on the bed like he doesn’t know what to do with himself.

You withdraw and look at him. Not only is he sporting the most gorgeous blush ever, but there’s a hint of lust there now, too.

“That’s so fucking hot, Jon. You like being a good boy?”

He suddenly moans against your lips. But then seems to sober up and covers his mouth, ashamed.

You take his hand into yours and move it aside with a little bit of resistance. “None of that, sweetness. Let me hear you.”

He does this little whine and instead lifts his other hand over his mouth, not entirely covering it, just appearing to be chewing on his nails. Even then, he’s gives you a small shaky smile as he shakes his head in shy denial.

“No?” You push only enough to give him a thrill, never to spook him. Your hand that was holding his releases him and goes under his chin. Jonathan puts both hands on his lap as he timidly looks up at you. “I hope I’m not overstepping here, but…”

“N-No, no, you’re not.” Jonathan puts his left hand on the one you have under his chin. “I’m just… this is just kinda new to me.”

You grin at him. “Sweetheart.” You lean in to give him a small peck on the lips. Even that seems to leave him breathless. “I was just saying that… it’d be so hot if you told me more about some of these things. Hm? What do you say?”

He releases a heavy breath that borders on being a moan. He bites his lip, but nods in the end. You release his face and he runs two delicate hands across his hair.

Right when he’s about to speak up, there’s a loud thud coming from the front door of the house.

Jonathan yelps and jumps almost a foot in the air. He immediately closes the lid of the safe box. You’re both frozen in place, you waiting to see if any of his relatives are going to walk in through the front door, and he frozen from fear.

A few more seconds pass, and nothing else happens. Jonathan shakily gets up from the bed, slowly walks to his bedroom door and opens it just a bit. His eyes land on the front door.

The tips of something he knows is newspaper peek from under the slit of the door.

He closes his door with a relieved sigh. “Oh my God. It was just the newspaper delivery. I thought it was going to be my mom.” He runs his hands through his hair with a hysterical giggle.

You laugh too. “Damn. Scared the hell out of me.”

“Me too.”

It seems like this cut off the moment you were having. Jonathan stands awkwardly at the door for some seconds. Then decides to go near the bed again, but doesn’t sit down.

“Um… I’m, like, totally spooked out right now.” But he says it like he’s apologetic about it. Like he doesn’t want this to stop.

You get up with an eager grin. He gives you that nervous little smile, looking at you from under his lashes. “I thought of something right now. That is, if you want, of course.” He nods as he keeps listening. “I thought that maybe… you can show me all of this,” and your hand points in the direction of the closed safe on the bed. “…uninterrupted. As much as you want… at mine?”

He makes a small embarrassed grunt. He covers his mouth to muffle a small giggle. “At your house?”, he asks, so demurely you want to eat him up.

“Yeah. If, of course, that’s okay with you.”

Jonathan doesn’t answer you right away, still looking like he’s gonna vibrate out of his skin. He walks the few steps towards the bed, opens the lid of the safe, and takes something small out of it. Slowly. Nervously.

“Ummm…” He shows you what it is. He speaks almost in a whisper. “Are we… going to need one of these?”

A condom.

Your eyes go half-lidded. The idea that he possibly wants to fuck, even though you haven’t gone past heavy kissing, is exhilarating. You have to collect yourself, since you don’t mean to drive home with an erection.

“Jonathan…” You crowd him against the wall next to his bedroom door. He drops the packet with a breathless moan. You kiss him long and heavy, feeling him squirm against you, feeling his rising heat. You withdraw and give him an intense look. “If you want.”

He moans against your neck. He breathes rapidly against it, trying to calm himself down, and then nods against your skin.

You run your fingers through his hair, on the back of his head. Then you softly grip those same locks to lift his head and have him look at you. “Good.”

It’s so close, a hair’s width kind of close to saying ‘good boy’, but you’re going to save that for later. Even now, he melts against your grip at that single word. Now he puts his hands on your shoulders, trying to focus better. “Okay, but, like… can you just… go and I’ll meet you there. In 20, maybe? I’ll have to call mom first and make up an excuse.”

You chuckle. “Sure.”

 

Jonathan comes out of the shower fifteen minutes later. He’s still the only person in the house, feeling sure that it wouldn’t be at least another hour until anyone arrived, but it was still the better idea to go to yours.

As he goes back into his room and retrieves the closed safe —this time having hid it behind his set of drawers where he always leaves it, he’s not making that mistake again— he stops when he has it in his hand. A wicked idea comes into his mind. He blushes as he begins unlocking the box.

 

 

You open your front door at the twenty minute mark, just as Jonathan said. There he is, all nervous smiles and fidgety hands, even though he clearly hopes it’s subtle. He has the safe box clutched in his right hand.

“Hey,” you greet him as you give him way into your home.

“Hi.” Jonathan tucks his chin into his chest. He’s just so cute to you.

As soon as you close the door, he’s onto you. You’re pleasantly surprised when he kisses you first now. You lean back against the door and hold the sides of his head in your hands. These same hands caress his hair. He melts into you within the kiss.

You pull back and point at the safe in his hand with a wolfish smile. “That looks heavy. Let me give you a hand?”

Jonathan does this little sound that tells you he’s embarrassed, but hands you the box over. He’s putting a lot of trust into you by letting you handle the most private part of his life, so you’re not going to disappoint him.

You take his hand with your free one, which makes him look like he’s melting with shyness, even though you have a literal safe full of his sex toys in your other hand, and guide him towards your room.

The moment you open the door, it seems like it dawns on Jonathan that you’re going to do this. His hand starts trembling in your grip.

You lift his hand until it’s under your mouth. You press a soft kiss on his knuckles, and he looks at you with shaky giddiness. “Still want to do this?”

Jonathan all but latches himself onto you, holding onto your side as his answer. He looks at you from under his lashes, almost like he’s fawning at you. So he’s just nervous but still excited. It’s a small relief, and you will do anything to keep him from toeing that fine line into outright distress. You softly grab his chin and press a small kiss on his lips. After, you guide him further into your room with this same grip, something that makes him give you the softest of giggles.

Once you’re in front of the bed, you gesture for him to get comfortable. Jonathan sits on your bed as you deposit the locked safe onto the mattress with the utmost care.

“I have to… unlock it first,” Jonathan says. He bites his lip to stifle a grin, his face already reddening some.

“Of course!” You turn around and make a show of covering your eyes with your hands.

He outright laughs this time. You hear the tinkle of small keys —he probably had them in his pockets, you muse—, some clacking noises that indicate a padlock opening, then two, and then three, and then soft clicking of tiny number dials being turned. Finally, a louder clack. The lid is open.

“Okay, you can turn around, now,” Jonathan says, amusedly.

You do, and a familiar sight of the many toys and objects inside the box greets you. There’s the things you’ve already seen: the dildo, the mags. Everything else.

Except… maybe…?

You have a fleeting, silly thought. You think, and this is so funny: you think there’s, like… something missing?

Hah. As if. You leave this ridiculous thought aside.

“Okay. Okay!” You sit down on your bed, next to the open safe, similar to the way you were some twenty minutes ago in his house.

He briefly covers his mouth with his hands, like he’s muffling a giggle. Hah. He’s so shy about telling you more, that’s for sure. That’s the only reason why he’s so giddy. Of course. “What… What would you like to know?”

You give him a hungry smirk. “Well… just the basics. You know? Like, what’s your favorite one, or, what’s the one you use the most?”

Jonathan covers his face with his hands for a short time. He looks like he’s biting his nails with one hand when he uses the other one to point at the bullet vibrator. “I… I use this one the most.” And then his hand hovers over the black silicone dildo. “But… I like this one the most.”

You lick your lips. Some conclusions are being drawn with what he’s saying. He likes the vibration, the movement the vibrator causes, because it’s the closest he might have to an unassisted penetration, perhaps? And he loves using the dildo, but doesn’t use it as much, because…?

“Oh. And, if you like this one the most,” you start, while you point at the dildo. “…why don’t you use it as much?”

His lips do a funny thing, like he’s barely containing a hysterical laugh. He exhales, and it comes out like a whine. “Um…” Jonathan runs his hands through his hair, so nervous to say it outloud. “Because… I don’t always have time to prepare enough for it.”

Hm… “Prepare, as in…?”

“Well.” He does start giggling at this point, clapping his hands once like he can’t believe he’s about to say this. You chuckle in sympathy, even though you don’t fully understand. “It’s just… so big.”

Whoa.

What.

“It’s… I need a lot of time… and prep…” He muffles his giggles behind his hands. “‘Cause, otherwise, it just won’t… fit.”

You think your mouth is open, but you can’t know for sure. First of all, you are already feeling a bit hot under the collar. Just Jonathan telling you this has to count as foreplay. Second of all…

The dildo is… well. You estimate it might be five inches at max, four and a half in length if you’re being more realistic. One and a half inches in diameter.

It’s just… it’s so cute that he thinks…

“Wh… What?”, Jonathan says, a bit shaky. “What is… cute?”

Oh, shit. You said that last part outloud, didn’t you. You lean over and peck him on the lips. “Nothing, baby. Nevermind.”

He does a little humming noise, like he’s parsing your implications, but seems to drop it. He goes back to watching over the objects. He bites the tip of his index finger when your hand hovers over the stack of loose photographs. They’re not simple polaroids or anything like that: they’re professional, artistic, developed photographs. You think Jonathan is so brave because of that. The thought that he’d be careful enough to stay in the darkroom for as long as the photos needed to be developed, not letting anyone else in and catch him in the act, is simply so endearing.

“Don’t think I’ve said it before, but these are amazing.” Your fingers hover over the top picture, the most visible one: the one where he’s tied up with the red rope. His arms are free to be able to hold the camera in front of the mirror; his legs are tied up around the thigh and ankle, so that he wouldn’t have been able to stand up. His bare cock is semi-hard in front in the picture. You wonder if he had touched himself beforehand, or if the simple act of being tied-up turns him on. “So hot.”

Jonathan puts a lock of his hair behind his ear. “You can… hold them, if you want. To see them.”

“Yeah?” You do just that. You grab the one you’ve seen before, the one where there’s just a cum splatter on wooden floor. “Bet you had a lot of fun with this one, didn’t you?”

Jonathan just covers his mouth with his hands. He’s so abashed, but he trusts you so much, trusts you enough to show this part of him. “Y-Yeah.”

“Hm. Wait. Is this blood?” You point at the picture in your hand, where there are thick red splatters next to the white ones.

“Oh, no. Not at all. It’s candle wax.”

“Ooh. Candles?”

He nods, shyly. “I ran out of candles, but my subject in this series was to show how suggestible a person might be to some images in terms of eroticism. Like, you just thought this was blood, but it’s actually wax. And you obviously knew this is… well…” He gets giggly for a second because he’s pointing to the white splatters and you know he’s going to say ‘cum’. “…and you were right, but another person might just think both of them are melted candle wax in different colors.”

He’s such a genius.

“And also these ones,” Jonathan continues, pulling out the photographs you’ve seen before, of close-ups of his bare body where only vague shapes could be distinguished. “…these are from the same series.”

“This is… your arm?”, you guess.

He bites his lip and nods. “Yeah. It’s supposed to be vague enough for people to not fully understand what they’re looking at, first. They might just think it’s abstract photography, or maybe just a texture.”

You hum. “These are very good, Jon. You’re a prodigy.”

Your praise has its intended effect. He laughs, abashed, trying to cover his face but always coming back to you. “Thank you,” is his whispered gratitude.

You notice he’s subtly trying to cross his legs on the bed. Hm…

“You know,” you start, nonchalantly, as your hand hover above the cassette, something that has him almost on the edge of his seat. “…I haven’t been able to stop thinking about this one.”

God. The look on his face. Jonathan is so red he’s almost suffocating. Just you mentioning the tape leads him to shift on the bed, like he’s getting horny from the sole idea of you listening to it. “Y-Yeah?” It’s a muffled question; his hands are against his mouth.

“Yep,” you answer, so casually, like, yeah, of course I can’t stop thinking about you getting off to a man telling you how good you are. No big deal. “And, to be honest, it gave me quite a few ideas.”

Jonathan lowers his hands to his lap and fidgets with the rim of his sweater. His lips are pursed, like he wants to smile nervously. “Yeah?” It’s a whisper now.

“Yeah. Makes me think of how desperate you have to be to be someone’s good boy, enough to buy something like this.”

He exhales so loudly, so much so that it sounds like the beginning of a moan. At the same time, that simple fidgeting turns into him actually pulling the rim of his sweater down. To cover the small tenting of his pants.

You give him a heated glare to which he withers in lust. Reaching out, you lay a hand under his jaw. “Makes me think you wouldn’t need it anymore. Since you’ll have me here to tell you all those things.”

Jonathan looks wrecked. He closes his eyes, rubs his face against your hand, uses both of his to grab your wrist.

“What do you say?”, you ask, because you need verbal confirmation, even though he’s doing the equivalent of throwing himself at your feet by now.

He nods, so enthusiastically it pulls a chuckle out of you.

“Words, baby.”

He moans out loud. “Yes, Sir.”

He’s your ruin. You can’t do anything other than growl and bring him to your lips with a strong grip on his nape. He’s now moaning into the kiss, so filthily that you can feel it in your bones. You kiss him languidly, but it’s steamy; you all but force his jaw to open with your thumb on his chin and press your tongue into his mouth. The effect is immediate. He invites you in, gives you nervous caresses of his tongue that are wholly eclipsed by the dominion yours has on his. Throughout this time he’s never stopped shifting in his place, close to vibrating out of his skin, if it weren’t for your strong grip on his nape, keeping him in place. Keeping him behaved.

You pull out and he takes a deep breath at once.

“Now, correct me if I’m wrong, Jonathan,” you grunt against his lips. “…but I get the impression that you’ve been wanting this for a long, very long time, if all of this stuff is any indication.” You gesture towards the open safe between you, below you.

He nods quickly in your grip. “Yes! Yes, I can’t— can’t stop thinking about it. About…” He seems to get abashed. “I wouldn’t— mind if—”

“If…?” You give his lower lip a small bite.

Jonathan gasps before resuming. “Like— I know i-it’s my first time in— you know— but, l-like…” He breathes quickly when you kiss the corner of his lips, his cheek, his temple. “…like… I’ve always… had this…”

His red-faced silence urges you to give him encouragement. “This… ‘fantasy’?”

“Oh my God,” and he starts laughing nervously, because you’re right, because you’re so attuned to him he can’t believe it. “Y-Yeah. Well— It’s— Um… Where it— wouldn’t be…”

You hum in interrogation.

“Oh my God are you gonna make me say it.” You chuckle at this rushed mumble of his, and he answers in kind. “Um… I’m trying to say th-that… I wouldn’t mind if— if you weren’t… gentle.”

This is Hell. This is Hell and Heaven in the same place. Does Jonathan have any idea of what he’s unleashed? He’s just basically revealed that he wants you to be rough with him on his first time bottoming. And, for the love of God, isn’t that a vision. This shy, inexperienced —at least in this aspect— boy wants you to have your way with him, like the secret little pervert you’ve found he is, thanks to the safe full of literal sex toys right under you both. This fantasy of his is just so in tune to yours that you want nothing more than to fulfill it.

But.

There’s a problem. A little problem with this.

You kiss him shortly, and walk around the safe until you’re kneeling in front of him, between his legs on the bed. He has to look up from under his lashes. You caress his neck with both hands and he seems to melt against you.

“Babe. You have no idea how much I want that.” Jonathan trembles in your hands. “But… we’re gonna need a lot of lube and prep.”

“Sure, yeah. Of course. I know.” But does he know? You think he’s not exactly aware of how much you’re implying with this, but before you can open your mouth, he beats you to it. “I just— need to grab. It. The lube.” He reaches to the side and grabs one of the two tubes of lubricant in his safe. The neutral one. “And… well… Just… get prepared.” He starts giggling like he just said something extremely funny, and you can’t help but join in. “But… I need to see what I’m working with, first, i-if you know what I mean.” Jonathan puts as much enticement in his voice and face as he can, even as he stutters his way through it.

This is the part you were worried about. You just don’t know how he’s going to react when he sees it. Even then, you start undoing your pants, slowly, his giddiness beating his nervousness now. “Okay, sweetheart. But maybe you should let me ease you into it—”

“Don’t worry about that,” he rushes to say, putting his own hands on yours, helping you undo the button and flyer with shaking hands. “Sorry I’m so eager. I just… can’t stop thinking about it.” He hooks the fingers of both hands under your underwear and starts pulling down as he keeps rambling. “Like, I’m… sort of dying for it? And you know it since you can see all the things I have here, and I’m always kind of ready, and— w-well, um…”

His voice dies down as your cock is revealed. Here’s the point where he’s completely silent, just staring at it, mouth open as if in wonder. Or maybe horror.

Because the thing about this particular fantasy of his, of wanting to have his virginity just ripped out of him, can’t be entirely possible without a good amount of pain now that he knows how big you are.

“Ah…?” Jonathan stares at it with a terrified smile. Then looks up at you. Gestures at your member with a loose finger, looks at it again. “H-How… Is it r-real?”

You give him a sympathetic half-smile, half-grimace. “It’s— Yeah. It’s very real. Unfortunately.”

Is it bad news that he doesn’t have a giddy comeback for that? Just silence?

“Look, Jon, we don’t have to do this anymore. We can just… I don’t know. Play a bit, if you want. Not do anything at all—”

“No, no, no, no. None of that. I just…” He seems to compose himself a little bit. Exhales a small laugh. “I needed… a second, back there. Sorry for— that. I still— you know. Maybe you’re right.” Jonathan’s hands nervously reach the sides of your cock, not laying on it yet. “We need. A lot of prep.”

You notice his eagerness and take his hands in yours, guiding them until they’re wrapped around your cock.

He exhales so shakily. He can’t even fully close his fingers around your member.

“You sure you want to?”, you have to ask, because he’s just so small compared to you. You’re so afraid of hurting him —in a bad way. In a way he doesn’t want.

He bites his lip as he nods. Then, as his face turns a darker shade of pink, he starts getting the most sly look on his face. You narrow your eyes playfully, attempting to understand what he’s trying to convey. His small hands on your cock rub up and down, slowly, the strokes a bit dry without lube but a nice feel nonetheless.

“Okay,” you say. “Gonna need a lot of lube for this, yeah?”

He nods again. Doesn’t speak, even though he looks like he wants to say something, but keeps it down.

You hum, and narrow your eyes again. “Okay?” You start leaning forwards, almost forcing him to start leaning back until he’s lying on the bed, his hands leaving your cock to aid himself.

He nods once more, this time frantically. He makes a small squeak when he feels the hot imprint of your big cock on his clothed thigh.

“Then…” You kiss him deliberately. His hands grab your shoulders. You withdraw after some few seconds. After you quickly take off his sweater and shirt at the same time, you’re back to lying on top of him fully. “I’m gonna need to see what I’m working with, first, don’t you think?”, you mumble against his lips, echoing what he said first.

Here’s when he starts shifting more in place. He appears to be eager, but holding back for something. Jonathan’s expression is one of heavy anticipation. His breathing is deep, ready for you. Even so, he nods one last time.

You kneel back up and start undoing his pants. Jonathan lies back on his arms, his legs slightly shifting in place. You give him a sly look that pins him in place, makes him so hot under the collar, and begin lowering his boxers just until his cock starts to show. He giggles, nervously, airily, and you can’t help but join in.

He whines in between his soft laughter. “Don’t laugh, okay? I know it’s small.”

He’s so pouty about this that you can’t help but lean forward and steal a short kiss from him. “Now, why would I laugh about that? Like it wouldn’t be one of the hottest things from you.” Your hands finally uncover his hard cock while he’s sputtering at what you’ve just said.

And it is hot. It is hot to you that Jonathan is simply so small compared to you, in every aspect. His cock is just perfect, would fit like a dream in your big hand. So you try just that.

Jonathan flails in the bed when he feels your fist enclosing around his member. He can’t help but thrust up into it repeatedly, all the while crying out at how good it feels.

But you’re mean to him. You use your other hand to hold his hips down, and your strength is too great for him to handle. He realizes he’s fully immobilized when he tries to push his hips up and can’t move even an inch. This sole fact makes him swoon, turns him into mush on your mattress, and he stops trying. Lets you be the one to lead the —slow, agonic— pace of your hand on his cock. It’s a thing of beauty: your hand is big enough to completely envelop his cock. The visual is so powerful that you feel your own throbbing hotly.

“Good boy.”

He moans so desperately this time, because it’s what he’s been dying for all along. It’s the first time you call him that.

“Yeah? You like being a good boy and staying still for me?”

He nods so quickly his hair shifts in place. “Yes. Yes, Sir.” Jonathan seems to realize that he just said this, and covers his mouth with both hands. He looks so abashed.

So you encourage him. “Such a good boy for me, calling me ‘Sir’. Don’t be ashamed now, gorgeous. You did it once already.”

Jonathan seems even more agitated by this. “I did?!”

He’s adorable. You hum in response. “Yes. So don’t get shy on me. Be nice and I’ll give you everything you need.”

His face does something so obscene now. His eyes cross and he lies down completely, moaning like he’s already coming, except he’s not. You’re afraid he might be too close, so you slowly pull your closed fist off him. His moan breaks in the middle of it, and you moan in response, almost mocking him as it ends in a small chuckle.

“Come on. I still need to see what I’ll be working with, yeah?”

It’s like the moment is slightly broken as soon as you say this. He nods, but is quiet now.

You lie on top of him, covering his body with yours, and it seems like he finds the height difference so utterly hot that he can’t help but release a little titter. You smile at him fondly. Now his arms encircle your shoulders, and you meet his lips in the middle, so slowly and softly that he turns into mush. While your left arm goes around his neck, both to hold him and to keep yourself up, your right hand starts the descent down his bare back, teasingly, loving every minuscule writhing it feels as it goes. Calloused fingertips caress his spine, the dimples on his lower back, then go right under his underwear beneath his pants. Jonathan whines as your big hand takes hold of his left cheek, fondling it almost roughly, and the thought is simply too much for him. He pulls off the kiss and hides his face in the crook of your neck, almost sobbing with how much he’s feeling.

Your fingers approach the place you’ve been looking for all this time. Except…

You feel something hard. Something flat and wide where his entrance should be, and you immediately know what it is.

“Jonathan.”

He pulls off your neck just the tiniest bit, only to look at you with a mortified look, as you said it so strongly, almost like you were reprimanding him.

But he’s turning you feral, so you grab his hips to quickly turn him around and have him face down while he yelps. You hold his hips up as he’s too dumbfounded to react yet and pull down his pants and underwear, only down to his thighs and he can do no more than cover his face with his hands.

There’s the metal buttplug in all its glory.

“I knew it! I knew there was something missing in the box!” The visual is so stunning. To know that he’s been wearing this all this time…

Jonathan whines like a kicked puppy. “I-Is it too much? I’m sorry, I thought you would like—”

“Oh, no, no, baby. This is just perfect. Feel.” You lay your hard, throbbing cock on his right asscheek and he makes a sound like he’s drowning. “Can you feel how hard you made me? You’re such a good boy, Jon. Got ready for me without me having to tell you.”

Jonathan moans almost like he’s yelling, then presses his face against the bed.

You lie on top of his back, your chest molding over it. “It means it won’t take too long to fit my cock in you,” you all but growl next to his ear, and he sobs. Your right hand grabs the base of the plug, and even that little thing has him wailing. “You know, I gotta ‘fess up. Some minutes ago I was about to say ‘It’s cute that you think this is big’.”

“Oh my God!”

“Yeah! I was just as shocked,” you say conversationally as you twist the plug in him, his feet kicking up and down the bed. “I thought, ‘does he really think this is big? Oh boy, what’s he gonna say when he sees my cock?’”

Jonathan’s response is a warbled, unintelligible noise.

“Let me see just how ready you are.” Your fingers start pulling the buttplug out, and he’s wailing and thrashing on the bed as you do. You’re probably the first person to anally stimulate him, and you know just how sensitive the first time can be. “Now, be a good boy and stop moving, yeah?”

His movements halt to a stop, though he’s clearly shaking, like it’s a huge effort for him.

“That’s a good boy. So good, Jonathan. So obedient.”

Jonathan’s response is a wet, “Thank you, Sir.”

“So polite, too. Let me see.” You pull the buttplug out until the widest part is stretching his entrance, something that makes him whimper and have to try even harder to not move. “Hm. This is a good size. Perfect to stretch you just wide enough for your favorite dildo, isn’t it? Tell me.”

The boy under you takes deep, whining breaths, trying to calm himself down, before understanding he’s been given an order. “Y-Yes, Sir.”

“Good boy.” You pull the plug out even more, but push it in back, slowly, then back and forward again, creating a short rhythm that has Jonathan scrambling for a grip on the bed. “Let’s see how open you are.”

“Fuck!” Your words have him cursing out in ecstasy, but he then quickly recants. “I’m s-sorry. I’m sorry, Sir.”

“Oh, Jonny. No need to apologize for that. So fucking hot when you curse.” You take the plug out as he whines, and leave it to the side. He’s stretched open, enough that you think you could fit the dildo, or two, maybe three of your fingers.

Still. Not open enough for you.

Your thumbs open his hole, making him clench around nothing. “You’re a good boy, baby. You did so much already. Can you stay good for me and let me stretch you more?”

“More?!”

You cackle. “Yes, sweetness. This is obviously not enough for my cock. I might hurt you if I fucked you as you are right now.” It seems like either your words alone or the situation in general make his legs stop working. He starts slipping down, almost collapsing on the bed, before you hold him up with your right arm. “Oh, what’s wrong, baby? Too much?”

“N-No— No, sorry, Sir. I’ll be g-good. Please stretch m-me more.”

You give him a low chuckle. “You are being good. Let me help you.” You stretch your left arm and grab the pillow in your bed, folding it in half to double its height. It goes under his hips now. “Lie down on it.” Jonathan obeys, but it’s obvious that he’s now incidentally found a place to rut his leaking cock against, because he moans so brokenly, but stills immediately. You decide to ignore this for the moment. “Better?”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”

You stretch until your face is near Jonathan’s and you give him a chaste kiss on the lips. “Good.”

After this, you kneel up and turn your body around to look through the contents of his safe. Jonathan feels cold without your contact, but stays in his place.

“Will you let me use your favorite one?”, you ask him, pointing at the black dildo in the safe.

He has to turn his head a bit to see you, but bites his lip and nods. It seems like he’s a bit abashed now, because he doesn’t call you ‘Sir’ and rather hides his face in the bed while giggling this time, but this is not a conventional scene, so you don’t tell him off.

You just chuckle in sympathy. “Okay. Do you want me to use your lube?”

He struggles to talk, sounding muffled in the mattress, but then lifts his face up. “Wh-Whatever you find best, Sir.”

“That’s right,” you growl at him, fondling his ass and rubbing at his hole with your thumb. “Leave it to me.”

You take a condom from his safe and leave it to the side, next to the lube that’s already on the bed. Next, you take off your shirt, throw it somewhere around the floor, and start taking off Jonathan’s lower clothes. Once he’s completely bare, you pull off your own remaining ones until you’re both naked.

“Alright. This is what’s gonna happen,” you start, the authority in your voice leaving no place for argument, and Jonathan exhales shakily. “I’m gonna use this dildo in you, just to get you used to the feeling of a real man’s cock.” You rub the tip of the silicone dildo up and down his stretched hole, to which Jonathan whines. “Then, I’m gonna start adding fingers next to the dildo, so I can get you nice and open enough for my cock.” Your free hand fondles his right asscheek. “Then I’m gonna finger you a bit more, just because I feel like it. And then I’m going to fuck you.” Jonathan can’t hold back and moans as he tries to get more of your hand. “Sound good?”

“Yes, Sir. Yes, yes, please, fuck me.”

You chuckle. “Eager.” You hold the dildo up. “You want me to use a condom on this?”

“Yes, please.”

Your face lowers to his ass and you leave a wet kiss on the cheek you were just fondling. “Good boy.” You reach out to grab another spare condom from the safe. You open it and lower it down the dildo. Then, you find the lube and spread it liberally on the sheathed toy. The tip of the tube goes on his ass, and you press on the tube to let some lube out. He flinches from the feel of it, and you chuckle. “Cold?” Jonathan nods, meekly. You close the lube, and leave it to the side for now.

Now, you hold the lubed dildo against his entrance, rubbing it around and softly pressing down to spread the lube.

“Ready?”

Jonathan nods and hides his face in the bed. He grabs the sheets for good measure.

The tip of the dildo goes in without much trouble, since he’s already stretched a good amount, but the way he clenches down repeatedly and moans is just so sinful.

“Oh, God. Sir.”

“Feels good?”

He nods quickly. “C-Can you put more in, please?”

Now you stretch over him and bite his nape. “Of course.” You push the rest of the dildo in him, slowly, but you think you could have done it all at once, since he takes it so nicely. The base of the dildo is flat and wide, easy to maneuver and push fully against his ass. “‘This a suction cup?”

“A-Ah… y-yes, Sir. Somet-times I like r-riding it.”

“That’s so fucking hot, Jonny. Maybe I’ll have you ride me sometime. How’s that sound?” You start pulling the dildo back, and then quickly push it in him.

He moans. “Y-Yes— Sounds s-so good, S-Sir.”

You lick a stripe up his spine to his nape, enjoying the unintelligible blubber he makes and the shiver of his body. “Good.”

You can only thrust in a few couple of times, receiving steamy moans from your boy every time, until he says: “Please! Stretch me m-more, Sir.”

“You want it now? But I was so entertained with this—”

“Please please please please Sir I need it.” His hips push the tiniest bit towards your hand.

“Oh, you got it so bad. Well. I guess I could,” you answer, like it’s a huge effort for you to give him this. Your right hand grabs the lube, opens it, and you expertly pour some on the same fingers that are holding the tube. Then you close it and leave it to the side. You rub your fingers together to spread the liquid better. Your left hand pulls the dildo out just a frame, enough for your right index finger to be able to press on his stretched rim, right under the dildo. “Just relax for me, baby.”

You let him take a deep breath before you start pressing down with force. Your fingertip starts opening his ass more, until it’s down to the first knuckle, then the second, and as Jonathan starts wailing and his feet moving frantically, you manage to fit the entirety of your index finger.

“Take a deep breath. That’s it. Just like that.” You soothe him and he complies. “You’re being so good for me. How does this feel? Hurts?”

“N-No, Sir. Just… different. Good.”

“Yeah, I bet it does. I’m gonna stretch you open so much, gonna make you feel so good on my cock.” He moans so loudly at that. “Only pleasure for you, sweetness. No pain.” You start moving both the dildo and your finger in and almost completely out of him in tandem.

“I— ahhh— I don’t m-mind a bit of—”

“Oh, yeah? You like a little pain? That mean I can fit another finger right now?” Your middle finger teases his rim, and his legs shake.

“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”

So you begin pushing in the second finger, knowing it has to, at the very least, sting a bit, not having let him get used to the first finger yet. This time, it’s a tighter fit. The trembling in his body is almost frenetic at this point. He doesn’t know whether he wants you to keep going or stop, but you don’t give him a moment of respite until your second finger is all the way in.

He breathes in like he was just about to drown.

“Still good?”

This time, he takes a bit longer to answer. Some seconds pass until he nods, though it’s a more hesitant gesture now. The thumb of your right hand soothes the skin around his rim. Jonathan deserves a reward for being so good, so your thumb presses down against his perineum.

He screams.

“‘You ever done that? Play with your prostate from the outside?”

Jonathan moans like he’s crying and shakes his head.

You give him a small external massage on that place while you start a rhythm with both hands, in and out of him. Not much time passes until he no longer feels strung out, moaning freely and relaxing against the bed. Even now, as hard as he is and as much as you know he wants stimulation on his leaking cock, he hasn’t pressed himself against the pillow even once. He’s so obedient. You have no idea how you got so lucky.

You give him more of this, until he starts pushing back at you, just a minimum fraction. “C-Can you put another, Sir?”

“Of course, baby.” The ring finger is going to be the last one, you think. He’ll be sufficiently stretched after it, only enough to fit your cock but not too much. That way, he’ll truly feel the stretch, which is what you know he wants. So you start entering your last finger next to the ones already in, and this time, it’s a true challenge. There’s almost no more room. Not even the fingertip can be let in. “I’m gonna need you to relax more, sweetness. Can you do that for me? Can you be a good boy for me again?”

He’s breathing so noisily. He takes some seconds to try that before nodding. You press forward again, though not much changes.

“Try to push out a bit, yeah?”

“‘Push out’?!” He’s so scandalized at that that he laughs nervously, but still does as he’s told.

You’re now able to enter him better. The slide is difficult, made only a tad easier by the lube, and you manage to fit your finger bit by painstaking bit, until you have three fingers in him alongside the dildo.

Jonathan starts sobbing.

“Oh, Jon. Hurts too much?”

He can’t even answer. He’s so overwhelmed that he has to press his face against the bed to compose himself. “N-No,” is his hoarse answer. “I l-love it. I just… feel so full.”

“Yeah? You sure?” Your thumb gives him some stimulation. “Should I keep going?”

“Y-Yes, please. Sir. Yes, Sir.”

“That’s my boy.” You start a slow pace, still letting him get used to this. Jonathan’s hands grip the bedsheets on the sides of his head. His legs fold and shake, like he can’t control them. “You’re an angel. So obedient.”

He keens at the praise.

“So pretty when you cry, too. You’d make the best picture right now.”

“Oh my God.”

“Don’t you think? I imagine you could bring the camera next time and you could take pictures of yourself, crying as I’m fucking you.” You chuckle. “I mean, if you’re coherent enough.”

He does the most pornographic sound now, like he’s an animal in heat. “Fuck me. Fuck me, Sir. Please.”

The state he’s in is simply too good for the eyes. You grunt as you rub your untouched cock against his thigh, leaving a trail of precum on it. He makes a little trill when he feels it. “You sure you’re ready?”

“Yes, Sir. N-Need your cock. Need you t-to fuck me hard.”

You try to calm down and appear nonchalant. “Hmm…” You start pulling out the dildo and your fingers at the same time. He yelps, sounding almost pained when he’s empty. “I thought I was calling the shots here. I remember saying I would play a bit more after this.” With that, you press four fingers in him, an easy slide now that he’s so stretched, and start a ruthless pace in and out of him.

He screams so loudly, so high-pitched, that you’re almost afraid he’ll be hoarse by the end of this. “N-Noooo— please— Sir, I n-need—!”

You lay your left hand on his left cheek, not hard enough to slap, but hard enough for it to count as a tap, and he gasps. “I’ll give you what you need, boy. Now stay still.”

“Y-Yes— sorry, S-Sir. Th-Thank you, Sir.” Jonathan stills as much as he can, still loudly crying. The tears that roll down his cheeks make him look so debauched.

“My good boy.” Your fingertips press harshly against that bundle of nerves, and this has him thrashing for a second until your other hand gropes him hard, and he keeps still once more, but it’s a huge effort now. It’s a fast pace against his prostate now. You intend to have him beg for your cock even more before you cave in, but until then, you’re going to have your fun. You push out and pull in, fast and hard enough for his body to jiggle and for your fingers to tap his prostate hard.

He cries so much, whines like he’s being denied something. “Ah— Sir, I-I’m gonna come t-too soon— if y-you— keep—”

“Yeah? Ever come just from this? From playing with your prostate?”

He shakes his head, making small pleas here and there.

“Fucking hot. I bet I could make you cum on my cock alone.” Jonathan yells when he hears that.

You quickly pull your fingers out before he can start clenching repeatedly. He makes a shrill noise.

Your hands spread him. “Look at how wet and open you are for me. Did such a good job letting me in.”

And he cries so hard now. “Please!”

“It’s okay, baby. You did so good. You deserve a reward.” You wipe your wet hand on the sheets and grab the remaining condom. After tearing it open as quickly as you can and rolling it on your hard cock, you pour some of the lube. Then, you lay the length of your sheathed cock in-between his cheeks. “Feel how different this is. Very warm, right? Unlike your little dildo here. And so big, too.”

Jonathan moans so desperately, his words —if they can be considered that— unintelligible.

“I’m gonna make you feel so good. Gonna ruin you for all these toys of yours.”

“Oh my G— oh my God.”

You press the tip of your cock against his stretched entrance. Immediately, his hands reach back, looking for yours. You take his hands and stroke them. “Nervous?”

He takes deep breaths before answering. “Y-Yes.”

“I’m gonna start very slow, so don’t worry.”

“I-It’s— it’s not that. It’s— okay— you can g-go f—”

“You want me to go fast?” One of your hands, your right one, gives his own one last caress and you then grab your member. “Let’s just start slowly, yeah? Then we’ll see.”

Jonathan has nothing to say to that, because in the next moment, you start pushing in, easily, up to a certain point. He starts breathing in and out frenetically, almost to the point of hyperventilation, when the last of your head struggles to push in. He wails, he sobs, his legs kick against the bed, and he holds onto your left hand like it’s his lifeline. “Hurts.”

“Yeah? Should we stop?” Your right hand strokes along his back, trying to soothe him.

“N-No, I l-like it. More. Please.”

You chuckle. “Who knew you were such a size queen, Jon?” You don’t give him time to get used, then. Pushing forward more and more, you find he tries to push out at the same time, just like you’ve told him little time ago. Even that seems to only help him minimally. He grunts at the effort of fitting such a big cock in him. “Almost there, sweetheart.” You start giving him short thrusts, in and out, trying to get him acclimated.

“S-So full. So full, Sir.”

“I know, baby. I know.” Your short thrusts go further each time, until there’s only a very short space until you bottom out.

Jonathan’s left hand grabs onto yours strongly, but he’s pushing you to him now.

“Oh, you want all of it?”

With one forceful thrust, you bury yourself in him entirely.

Jonathan’s sound is undescribable. He sounds like he’s crying, babbling something, and choking at the same time. His body seems to lose all its strength, because he all but collapses on the bed in his position; the only reason why he’s still up is because of the pillow under him and your left hand grabbing his.

You’re afraid he might have passed out.

“Jon?” You shake his shoulder with your right hand.

He makes the most fantastic noise in response. It’s something so vulgar, so raspy, and it almost sounds like he’s gone stupid with pleasure.

You can’t help but chuckle. “Feel good? Doesn’t hurt?”

Jonathan doesn’t answer verbally at first. He makes sounds as if he were drawing in as much breath as he can, and then answers: “Uh-huh.”

“Gonna need words, sweetness. What does that mean?” You’re so amused at him, and at the same time think he’s the hottest thing you’ve ever witnessed.

His left hand, which has sort of gone slack on yours, moves to let you know he’s not completely out of it. “It’s. G-Good. Hurts s-so good.” Before you can answer, he continues. “W-Want you to fuck m-me fast. Please.”

“Fuck, baby. You sure you can take it?”

“Y-Yes— I like n-not taking… not taking time when I…”

“Oh, I get it now.” Immediately, you pull back, and push in forcefully, making him scream. You start a fast pace right away as he thrashes as much as he can. “What a little pervert you are, Jon. You like pain,” a strong thrust, “…you like it big,” another even stronger one, “…and you’re so greedy you can’t even wait for it.” The force of your thrusts create loud slapping noises against his ass, only rivalled by his screams. “It’s like I got the fucking lottery, here.”

The fact that Jonathan didn’t want to get used to the size of your cock makes the beginning part of this so much more exerting. It feels like his nerve endings are on fire, and everything feels so much, overwhelming. He’s crying so loud it’s almost worrying, but he loves every second of this. Loves having to work to fit such a big member in him, have it fuck him so deeply, unlike any of his toys ever could. The searing heat of your cock has tears falling down his face. And the friction is undescribable. It almost feels like he’s not prepared enough, not lubed enough, but he is. He’s just too small in comparison to you, not made to fit something so big in him. But his hard work is paying off, because his insides keep stretching more and more with every thrust given into him, opening him so much that he feels as if you were carving your place into him.

“So fucking pretty when you cry, too.”

Jonathan moans desperately when he hears your praise. He’s so sensitive to it, even the smallest nice words can have him leaking more onto the pillow.

And then, in one of those thrusts, your cock presses down against his prostate.

“Sir!” He shouts it so loudly. “Again again please again.”

“That place feel good?” You don’t give him what he wants in its entirety. You start fucking against his prostate in random intervals, only enough to keep him on his toes, but not enough to overwhelm him. “Damn, Jonathan. I’m so deep in you, stretching you so much, I can feel it. You’re gonna be gaping so bad after this.”

For some reason, that’s his breaking point. He shocks himself with the way he’s suddenly cumming so hard against the pillow, untouched, while you struggle to keep fucking him through his clenching.

“Already? That’s so fucking hot, Jon,” you grunt as you start slowing your thrusts, but he shocks you with what he says.

“D-Don’t stop— please— don’t st-stop.”

You chuckle. “Y’sure? It’ll take a bit more for me, baby.” You continue your hard thrusts, not slowing down even a minimum fraction while he’s still in the last throes of his orgasm.

You know he’s done cumming when his moans start turning into desperate yells. When every single second of friction has him thrashing and screaming against you, you decide to test the waters. You lie fully on top of him, covering his chest with your back, opting to give him short, quick thrusts that dig deep into him.

“Come on. You wanted this, didn’t you?” Your cock inadvertently presses against his prostate without you meaning to, and his crying gets louder and more desperate. “Didn’t you?”, you have to repeat, just in case he’s about to regret it.

“Ah—! Y-Yes, Sir. I l-love it.”

“Yeah? You like when I use you?”

At that, Jonathan can do no more than wail and have his body try to curl in itself, unable to take the overwhelming sensations. “Yes! Please, u-use me, S-Sir. I’m y— I’m your t-toy!”

He’s going to be your ruin. Quickly, you encircle his torso with your arms and lift him so that he’s sitting up with you. “Hold onto my neck.” He’s so out of it that he doesn’t understand the order until you’re gathering his legs with your arms, hooking them on the juncture of your elbows, and then standing up, lifting him and dropping him on your cock while he scrambles for purchase on your neck.

“Oh my God.”

Your arms, still holding his legs, slide up his body until your hands manage to hook against his nape, and he’s now in such a vulgar position it could very well appear in the raunchiest of skin mags. Once he understands that he’s about to be fucked like this, in such a helpless position, he sobs even harder.

“Sir.”

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You fuck up into him harshly, keeping him in place with your strong grip, though the jostling of your thrusts moves him up a slight fraction. Jonathan’s hands scramble for a grip on your arms this time, feeling how deep this position allows you to reach. His eyes roll back with every strong push, feeling how it pushes against the deepest part of him, a pressure so intense it’s almost painful against the end of his walls. He feels almost as if you were thrusting right into his stomach with how big you are. And he wails when most of your thrusts push against his prostate. The frequency with which you’re stimulating it is too much for him, pushes him closer and closer to delirium the more time that passes.

You don’t talk now, too engrossed in witnessing Jonathan losing his sanity, even if you can’t see his face. It’s so hot to see how he doesn’t sob that much anymore, rather starts moaning, fully accustomed to your cock now. You hold him tighter against you and give him a short, quicker pistoning of your cock, and the gradual change is almost unbearable: his moans turn into high-pitched whines, then into simple gasps, and then.

And then he starts making noises that sound as if he were giggling. Laughing even.

“Oh, my boy,” you grunt near his ear, because you’re getting close, and then chuckle. “You’re losing it.”

The euphoria in Jonathan’s face will be unforgettable for sure. He’s simply so debauched, eyes rolling back and almost drooling from the overwhelming feelings. His hands barely holding onto your arms, since his strength is weaning. But he’s coherent enough to rasp out: “In me. C-Come in— me, S-Sir. W-Want you to c-cum inside. Want t-to cum with you.”

His words have you fucking him so roughly now that his previous loud moaning resumes. You’re almost there. “Yeah? You want me to fill you up even more?” It’s all useless talk since you have a condom on, but the visual is so stunning you can’t help but add fuel to the fire.

Jonathan can’t even speak from how stimulated he is, but he doesn’t need to. The crazed laugh he releases at your words is more than enough answer.

“Yeah, you do.” Your thrusts turn erratic. You growl at his ear. “Now, be a good boy and come.”

Almost as if on command, Jonathan’s body seizes, and something truly spectacular happens. He comes, he comes so hard that his mouth is open on a silent scream, and he comes so hard that he starts— convulsing in your grip, thrown into a full-body orgasm that almost pushes him off you.

His repetitive clenching is enough to push you to the edge. You fill the condom inside him as your thrusts halt in small bursts, all while grunting right into his ear.

His erratic movements are so prolonged, so intense that you’re worried about him, so you sit on the edge of the bed, then lie down, taking him with you as you do and lower his legs as softly as you can. Then, he stops.

His body goes fully lax against you just as the last of your orgasm ends.

“Jon?” You take his face in your right hand, unable to see him in this angle. You pull out of him with him still on top of you, and he doesn’t even make a noise, doesn’t move a single muscle. You lay him on the bed next to you and crawl until you’re face to face with him.

Right in that moment, he regains consciousness, coming to with a high-pitched gasp. He looks disoriented for a second.

“Damn, you worried me for a second, Jonny.”

He’d make the prettiest picture just like this. Debauched, clearly just fucked, hair messed up, tear trails down his cheeks. “H-How long—”

“Just a second, sweetheart.”

Jonathan relaxes against the bed, breathing deeply, until he regains his footing. Then, he smiles at you. “Thank you, Sir.”

You chuckle at him, and lie next to him, holding him close to you. “Why are you thanking me?”

It seems like he regains some of his bearings, because he gets shy again, and presses his face against your chest. “I dunno,” he mumbles against your skin.

He’s so precious. Only he could get this abashed right after the most obscene sex ever had.

“You were right. You ruined me for anything else. How am I supposed to use these now?” He vaguely gestures at the open safe you had totally forgotten was still on the bed.

You laugh out loud. “Well. It’s a good thing you’re not gonna need them anymore. Not when you have me.”

The cassette is ASMR, but I didn’t want to use that acronym specifically because I read that ASMR was invented around 2010.

And yes I put Jonathan in a full nelson in the end.

[genericpuff]

Idk if my addition will matter.

I've been following Hanza since back when they were making my deepest secret, so I've seen the development of the guy upstairs first hand and how hanza writes it. Even back in the concept stages, it was so blatantly clear that it was supposed to be a thriller/cat mouse vibe where Adam (killer) was horrible and not to be rooted for. They've compared him to irl serial killers and how those guys will often use women as shields to hide their true selves from the public and how that's messed up and bad to do.

They've shown Adam as a horrible irredeemable person and honestly there's little to no nuance with how they handle it, but that makes sense because how else can you handle an audience like what they've gotten without beating them over the head with the facts. How many ways can you outright show your main character despising and wanting to yank their best friend out of the jaws of a murderer before the audience realizes its not foreplay.

I think them going from an actual romance to a fully thriller non romantic story meant that the residual audience expected some kind of messy toxic romance, but Rozy to me has always explicitly read as Queer so idk why people aren't getting the hint.

I get their frustration and it seems like they might be shifting into a potiential issekai romance about a grandad and a middle aged woman who got reincarnated as his grandson's fiance (hard to explain but its hilarious if you want to check it out) without any thriller elements from their recent non comic posts. Whatever they do I hope they can find something to be passionate about again.

your addition VERY MUCH MATTERS actually because I don't read TGU and have very little context to the situation as a whole aside from what I've seen people talking about, which makes me reluctant to speak on it because I don't wanna go spreading misinformation in any regard. So I appreciate you taking the time to lay it all out for me, thank you!!! <3

And yeah, I've seen posts shared in the /r/webtoons sub from other blogs claiming that Hanza was being an awful person for "taking people's money" and "baiting them" into reading a dark romance story when that's very obviously not what it is? Even one excerpt that was literally like-

And I just... since when is any romance plotline that ISN'T abusive and problematic at its core (such as between a serial killer and a victim) considered "super conservative" and "pure"? It's really baffling to me how people have gone so far in the opposite direction of "purity culture" that they've started arguing on behalf of legitimately harmful and toxic relationships. It's extremely concerning especially when you know the majority of people saying this shit are between the ages of 16-21. IDK what the fuck we're doing anymore when it comes to the romance genre (and TGU isn't even a romance ffs).

Aaaand yeah in relation to where the Hanza topic came up, that's really why I'm moving away from WT as an audience and why I don't consider it a "loss" to not use WT anymore. Once upon a time I wished for Time Gate to be a contracted series, for it to have thousands of readers and be my job. But seeing what's going on with Hanza's work just informs me that I'd be dealing with a lot of the same shit - people expecting Uzuki and Mitsuhiro to be the endgame of the romance when they're literally NOT good for each other, which is the POINT. Like sure, unlike the main duo in TGU, they actually are a couple with a 'relationship' but it's not meant to be healthy and the last thing I need are 15 year olds thinking they're "couple goals". If you ship them in fanfic or w/e the fuck that's fine but please don't get mad at me when they don't wind up being the endgame couple, they're both terrible people and make each other worse when they're around each other (・_・;)

Either way yeah, I don't blame Hanza in the slightest for getting so frustrated with it all that they'd rather just be done with it. It sucks for the more loyal and sane part of their audience that the series is gonna be ripped out from under them like that, but at the end of the day if the creator is being harassed and decide they're done as a result of it... why should they have to keep putting up with bullshit just for a comic? I don't even blame Rachel if she was ending LO by choice due to the noise of the fandom, and unlike Rachel, I don't have anything in the slightest against Hanza or their work LOL But I also don't have the full picture on it all so maybe my opinion will change if I find out more about it. I just don't think any of this shit is worth directly harassing a human being over.

That said, can't get any better than someone who's read their work since before TGU, so again, thank you !

[coryothesub]

I was thinking about Coryo crying for some reason, the reader finds him, tries to comfort him, But at the same time it excites him to see him cry and be vulnerable.

nsfw / mdni / sub!coryo / softdom!reader

“Oh darling, it's just an exam! I'm sure you can retake it,” you spoke tenderly, putting your hand on Coryo's back and patting it softly.

The boy was a sobbing mess, curled up in your bed, you couldn't see his face as his back was turned towards you, but his shoulders were shaking in sync with his desperate sobs.

He had rushed into your apartment looking shaken and devastated, his eyes welling up with tears of shame and anger. 

You pulled him into a big hug, but it seemed to bring solace only for a short moment as minutes later you found him having a full on breakdown in your bed.

“You don't understand!” he spoke through sobs, his voice whiny and desperate, but not in a way you had used to.

“I was at the top of my class and now it's all ruined. I'm gonna be just another loser without even an honors diploma. Guys like that have no chance of becoming presidents. They don't get noticed by important people. Probably I'm gonna end up rotting in some miserable office job.”

He paused just to burst into tears again, his shoulders shaking even more than before.

You couldn't say you understood this whole fuss exactly. But you knew Coryo was an extremely ambitious young man and his academic achievements meant everything to him. Therefore you held back from scolding him for acting unreasonably and just crawled into the bed next to him glancing upon his miserably looking frame.

“Oh, Coryo… C’mere baby!” you helped him sit up and hugged him tightly, feeling his whole body shaking in distress. 

“It's gonna be alright, angel, just listen to my voice,” you spoke softly as your fingers found their way in his curls and started caressing them gently.

Coryo's sobs seemed to become rarer and quieter, he pressed his body against yours and just let you softly caress his back and his messy hair.

You let him go from your tight hug and brushed off a few strands of curls that had stuck to his face revealing a sight that made you feel saddened and weirdly aroused at the same time.

Coryo's cheeks were flushed and wet from his tears, his eyes were puffy and red making the shade of blue in his iris look almost translucent.

His look was soft and pleading as if he was waiting for you to help him somehow although you had no power to affect this situation. 

“You're gonna be good, I promise,” you started planting gentle kisses all over his face, feeling the saltiness of his tears under your lips. He was much calmer now although the crying hadn't stopped entirely you could feel that your tenderness made him feel more at ease.

There was something about him breaking down in front of you that made your pussy tingle and you felt warm arousal building up inside you which made you feel like the worst person on earth.

But you just couldn't help it. He was there in your arms, so pretty and so vulnerable and you just let your desires take you over and slid your hand under the waistband of his pants, finding his flaccid cock.

“Seriously, now?” Coryo seemed taken aback by your hasty action.

Startled by his reaction, you removed your hand and looked into his eyes gently.

“It seems like you want me to make things feel better for you somehow and this is the only way I know...” 

Coryo nodded faintly, now he was feeling somewhat aroused himself therefore he took your hand and put it back on his dick. You wrapped your hand around him and chuckled softly feeling how responsive his body was to your touch.

You started stroking his cock while you continued kissing his face. His tears seemed to be drying up entirely and a lustful glint appeared in his eyes as you sped up your movements making him moan against your lips.

“Do you like this, Coryo?” you asked and received a small nod and a kiss in return.

“I didn't even realize…” his voice was hoarse and shaky. “How much I needed this release.”

“I'm glad I’m able to relieve your tension, baby,” you hummed before kissing his pretty pink lips again.

You sped up your movements once more and soon his cock stiffened signaling you that he was about to cum any second.

Sweet panting and moaning filled the room as you pumped him to his climax and watched his cum spurting out all over your hand.

“Thank you mommy!”

You looked at Coryo and he seemed much happier now. As much as you enjoyed his tears, his smile was still the most beautiful thing to look at.

You smiled back at him before giving him more encouragement. 

“I’m sure you're gonna be on top again. You always seem to land on top.”

[noroi1000]

can i request a reader x gojo royal au where gojo is the famous crown prince of an extremely powerful empire and reader is the famous yet infamous commander of the imperial knight who's known for their great looks and beauty and being unbeatable and ruthlessly powerful monster because they've never lost a battle no matter his powerful and/or big opponent is. for some person preferences abt the reader is that they're tall ( as gojo or nearly as him ) and 2-3 years older than him and because gojo n reader are like known as the strongest n deadliest duo , this also causes reader x gojo to be "shipped" which is one of the many reasons ppl think reader will be the future empress and gojo loves the reader a lot n reader does too , it's just they love him "lesser"(?) .

also if u write this and might add nsfw which is preferable as well but also ok if u don't. but if u write i'd prefer the reader to be the more dominant one.

Commander

Paring: prince Gojo Satoru x commander Fem reader (royal AU)

Cw: 3.1k

Tw:, violence, smut (overstimulation, blowjob, dom! reader, sub!Gojo, he is a good boy)

"Everyone at attention! Your commander is coming!"

All the people who served for the imperial army were terrified.

The word "commander is coming" is something the rookies especially didn't want to hear. They don't know the commander. They don't know what kind of person he will be.

Often the commander is a person with great experience in battles. "He" perfectly knows strategies and can manage all people. "He" must also be able to fight, and be at the highest level. Like the mightiest warrior among others who can fight.

Power cannot be attributed to the kingdom. Power, wealth, power. Respect of others. And also that the people adore the ruler, as well as the heir to the throne. In this kingdom, the best is for people. There are no cruel conditions. And all this invites travelers and merchants to come. They then make the kingdom richer.

And the more money there is that can be spent on defending and improving conditions, the better it is for people.

There can only be one mightiest warrior.

According to everyone, it can be.

The most powerful duo. It couldn't be.

According to other kingdoms, as well as the elders living within the borders themselves, the heir to the throne is the most powerful.

A person who intimidates an enemy with just a glance. Someone who, being on the battlefield when needed, has never been hurt. For example, when there is a chance that the opponent will surrender peacefully and peace should be made under conditions.

The reason for the lack of battle wounds and scars is how trained this man is to fight. And also that the person to be called the strongest is also the commander who does not leave the side of his ruler.

Someone considered a monster. A man who can single-handedly defeat a group of intimidating opponents. Including the most armed, largest and heaviest. Like a walking and killing lump of iron.

Anyone who heard about the stories must have been scared.

The new men who joined the troops were afraid of meeting the general.

They were often surprised.

There was one thing that happened every time the others were surprised. A few always had to resist. And then they humbly put their faces on the ground. Until the rest realized that the commander is no joke.

"Attention! nits! Don't embarrass me in front of the great commander!" shouted the commander of this detachment.

Hearing soft noises and footsteps, many people wanted to turn around and look.

Curiosity was the death of fools. It was doom. Even being in a place with people who are on the same side.

Even the curiosity about the commander and the look could become something that will determine the future.

You are placed above other squad leaders.

Many have not dared to look at the "monster" who commands them. For as long as they had the chance. They didn't look. They followed orders without hesitation. They all knew that dying at the hands of the enemy would be easier than pissing off the general and making their lives worse than dying.

As always, something happened that others can warn against. Not showing respect.

You steered your legs the way you always did. Forward without looking back. Paying no attention to the people who bowed to you and showed you respect.

You wanted one person to give you attention. Nobody from here. Someone you see every day, but it's still not enough.

You love how the crown prince holds you in his arms. Or you love how you can hold it.

You are the great commander. And also the commander of the squad that is supposed to guard his majesty.

No. You are a general, but you only appear on the battlefield. You command an elite protecting the most important people. You are not very famous as a person. You're famous for fighting. You have no say in political matters. Why? Because you're not a man…

You are a strategist for the prince and the emperor. You are so powerful that the kingdom's elite soldiers are nothing.

You rule troops and other commanders. However, you cannot show yourself to the elders because they will not recognize you as a true fighting leader.

You're tall, you can fight. But you have feminine shapes. And also beauty.

Everyone is afraid of you as a "monster" that destroys the enemy.

You are infamous as you. But everyone has heard of a monster that defeats opponents twice as large.

You are recognized as the commander of the Emperor's Guard. They have great respect for you. But as more than that, you can't say that.

Even though they know your strength, to most men in the entire military, you're just a woman. And they won't let you order them around.

Your beloved is called famous but infamous. There's nothing unpleasant about that.

That's why most don't know you as you. Everyone tells stories about an invincible person who has survived so many fights that it is impossible to count them. That this person is someone very powerful and terrible. They think that when you look at the commander, you can die.

You can do a lot. And you're not going to react to how others think of you. Let them think what they want. Those who don't know you will live in fear of you. Those who get to know you will either accept it or not. They may die in combat. Or learn a lesson from you if they piss you off too much.

You sighed as you walked forward.

"Toru… You don't know how much I wish I was with you right now and not here…" You groaned as you looked up at the sky that reminded you so much of his eyes.

You saw a group of people standing at attention.

You were supposed to go to them… Why exactly you… Anyone else could have given the squad commander a place to guard the boundaries…

You were supposed to go to the throne room today. To your Satoru. You've known each other almost since you were little.

From the beginning of your acquaintance, they say that you will be the future empress.

That's what Satoru says, just like his father. And also everyone around.

Ignoring the slightly bowing people to your left, you gave the squad leader a message about where to go.

Everything was supposed to be so easy. As soon. If only one person didn't answer.

"What the hell is that?! This is supposed to be the strongest commander? That famous commander? I will not serve under a woman!"

"Begins…" you thought and rolled your eyes.

"You have no right to undermine the position of someone above you!" shouted the commander next to you.

Out of many other commanders, he is the one who has the most respect for you. A middle-aged man, he may be getting old, but you have nothing against him. A man trained as a samurai is someone you could show respect to. However, you are on friendly terms.

If everything ended now, you'd be with Satoru in half an hour.

But apparently you need to deal with the asshole. Because he just pisses you off. There's nothing else you can do. You like your position. And also that you can see how people like them must be lower than you. That you can be next to Satoru and they have to bow down.

You turned to look at everyone. Most of them didn't meet your eyes. Not even on you.

"Whoever said that, step down!" you said loudly, waiting for him to appear in front of you.

The squad leader ordered everyone else to move away. Because he knew what was about to happen.

As one man stood in the middle, you adjusted your hair as well as loose clothing.

You never wear armor. If you put something on, it's only on your forearms and knees.

Same now.

Plus, Satoru made you wear something he likes on you. And armor is not his dream sight.

And since you are his guard, he chose the clothes for you. The imperial guard stands out from

You jumped off the platform and stood three meters in front of him.

"Give him a weapon. A sword, a spear. Whatever." you said resting your wrist on the katana by your side.

You can't walk around unarmed.

"If you win against me, you will take my place as commander of the Emperor's guard." You said dismissively.

The commander behind you was already grabbing his head, thinking about preparing a stretcher to take a man who could soon be dead.

You thought the one standing in front of you was disgusting in his own way. About your height, which is tall. A head with unwashed black hair, a neglected face with stubble on it.

You don't know if you're the only one in this group who thinks he's disgusting.

Honestly, you wouldn't want to touch someone that dirty.

You have nothing against dirt and blood. However, sweat and dirt sticking to it repel you. You feel like you're about to cringe just thinking about the smell.

Satoru never smells like that. He's quite different from this man.

Would you let someone like that stand by Satoru's side?

You closed the distance between you.

"Draw your sword. Whoever makes the deadly move first wins. Cutting off the opponent's limbs also wins." You said calmly.

Next to you, the commander stopped counting, and suddenly gave a shout to start.

Swinging in your direction, the guy didn't feel his hands drop the sword through the pain, and there was a blade at his neck.

You only used the blunt part of the sword to disarm him. You didn't think it would be this easy.

Another shout of the older man next to him signaled the end of the "duel".

"That's why you have no right to challenge my position. You're a piece of shit that can't hold a sword long enough." You turned around and started walking towards the path leading to the emperor's mansion. To the palace where you can finally meet your Satoru.

You heard some screams behind you. You turned sideways to notice the light reflecting off the metal sword as the blade got closer and closer to your face.

You ducked away. You hit the blunt part of your sword against the front of his knees.

You straightened up and sheathed your sword.

The guy behind you fell on his face crying in pain.

"His bones fell out of joints. Adjust it and it will be better." you said ignoring his crying.

Standing in front of the sliding door, you waited for them to let you in.

"Gojo-sama. Commander of the imperial troops , (y/n) (l/n), came." You heard them inform him.

Hold back a smile just hearing his voice.

"(y/n)? Let her in quickly." he said.

You walked inside, watching him as he sat on the soft mat.

"Everyone leave right now." he waved his hand, throwing everyone out of the room.

As the door closed behind you, you smiled at him.

He extended his hand to you, inviting you closer.

You quickly walked over to him and jumped into his lap, cuddling up to his arm.

"Bunch of idiots… Satoru… I don't want to waste my time like this anymore…"

"So you will stay with me all the time. What do you think?" he asked wrapping his arms around you.

"What about my job?"

"You still work but next to me. It's the same." He chuckled.

"You're right."

"Do you know… My father said he wanted to give you a different, more enjoyable job."

"What?" You asked, holding onto his clothes as he maneuvered your thighs so you could hug him tighter.

"Be my empress."

"…That again…" you groaned. You don't know if you're ready for this. But that would really be the best.

"What? You're so strong and beautiful."

A slight blush appeared on your cheeks.

"And you're so cute when you blush." He grabbed your chin to make you look at him.

There's something else you love about this filtering, handsome prince…

His face when he submits to you in everything. And also that he allows you to be the one who dominates him.

"You're cute too, Satoru." You said smiling.

You suddenly wrapped your thighs around his waist and squeezed tight.

Also settling more firmly on his crotch.

He grunted blushing.

"(y/n)…"

You felt his muscles tense. He grabbed your hips and started to get up.

"Do you think I can't get up like this?" he asked, smiling smugly.

"Try it if you really want to."

You gripped his arms tighter.

You're not that small. You are high. Higher than anyone could have expected.

The prince is very tall. Over 190 centimeters. And you're less than 10 centimeters shorter than him. There's not much of a height difference between you two.

Anyone these days would say that a woman must be beautiful to her husband and submit to him.

But nobody told you that Satoru is so cute when he moans for you. And you weren't told that the crown prince is such a sweet boy when he does what you tell him to do.

"You're so strong…" you murmured, whispering in his ear.

He walked a few meters to his feet and laid you down on the bed.

"To you I am strong. As are you to me. My little commander."

You smiled as he ran his fingers lightly down your thighs.

"Be a good boy and lie down next to me, okay?" You patted the spot on the bed.

"I am your prince. Shouldn't I be ordering you around?" He smiled and his body pulled at you

"oh yeah. You're my prince, but you're cute when you do what I tell you. And you also know that my orders are good for you. Also, remember I'm older." You showed him the spot on the bed again.

"Two years isn't much, you know that, right?"

He moved closer and suddenly laid down next to you.

"But you listened to me. You like it. Now lie down. I'll work on you a bit."

You sat on his lap, already rocking your hips.

You can already tell it's getting hard. After all, he really liked it when you called him a good boy.

You know he's big. Sometimes that's an exaggeration. But you're doing great. You can even destroy it. You know the ways to make him moan and cry for you. He looks so sweet then.

You noticed him staring at your chest.

"Do you want to get it off of me?" You asked looking into his eyes.

He smiled and nodded.

"I'll let you if you promise to show me how good you are."

He stared at you for a moment before nodding his head blushing. He knew what you meant.

You stopped moving your hips, helping him get your clothes off well.

You promised him something, so even the fact that he groaned sadly when he lost the friction didn't stop him from having fun.

You promised him that whatever was pleasant for you would also be pleasant for him.

By the time you sat completely naked on his hips again, he was completely hard.

"You're perverted. What are you imagining?"

"How you ride me. How you moan. How you come."

"We'll see who comes."

You grabbed all the layers of his clothes and pushed them away until you had perfect access to his throbbing cock.

You got off of him, settling between his legs. You touched the inside of his thigh, signaling him to spread his legs more.

Then you wrapped one hand around its base, lazily dragging your fingers higher and higher.

His chest began to rise faster and faster as you placed your fingers on either side of his cock, already under the head. You lightly squeezed and massaged.

Holding it that way, you leaned in, licking the base of it and placing a kiss on his testicles. Hearing his moan made you feel a pleasant shiver down your legs.

You ran your tongue along the vein running by the side of his penis, all the way to the tip where you sucked mercilessly, causing him to moan further.

You pulled away seeing a drop of pre-sperm appear on the tip of it, slowly dripping down its tip.

You put your thumb on his cleft.

Without looking at his contorted face in a grimace, you only listened to his moans.

Especially when you started petting him quickly, adding kisses on his head.

"(y-y/n)… I… I'm going to cum…" he groaned breathlessly. His hips twitched, pushing his length into your hands.

As his breathing quickened even more, you pulled away from him. Almost seeing him cry as his orgasm left him.

"Just a moment. Be patient for a while." You said reassuringly.

You got up to kneel over him.

You swung one leg over his hips and used two fingers to align his cock with your entry.

When you were sure he wouldn't come the moment he entered you, you plopped down on top of him quickly, keeping him inside without moving.

Letting your pussy squeeze and suck him in.

You've also gotten used to stretching. It's not over today.

You rolled your hips a few times, and the moment he threw his head back and gasped, you lifted your hips, leaving him without touch. Again.

Before he could say anything, you placed his length over his stomach and pressed your bottom lips against his circumference, driving your hips back and forth.

His soft grunts and moans didn't escape so your ears couldn't hear them. You heard everything and lived his pleasure.

"I'm–"

Before he could finish, you took his cock and rubbed the head against your clit.

"Cum." you ordered.

His cock twitched and white semen flowed out of the slit, hitting your clit. You let him go, watching him shoot at his stomach and even his chest.

He put his hand over his eyes as he breathed to calm himself down and get off the high.

When he was done, you grabbed his softening cock and gave him a few push-ups, making sure he was done.

You rubbed the wet tip a few times, hearing your prince hiss from overstimulation.

Unfortunately, this is just the beginning.

You guided him to your entrance with both hands, stopping his softening. He was going to harden now.

He moaned loudly as your pussy stretched over him, grabbing him and pulling him deeper inside.

He grabbed your thighs, showing his completely red face.

"Give me a moment…" he moaned, holding you still.

You moved your hips slightly, testing him. He tilted his head back.

You ran your fingers over his chest muscles, collecting white droplets before putting your fingers in your mouth.

"This time we'll come together. Hands above your head. Let me work on you. The more you obey, the less you will wait for rest."

[lemonnsss]

Moral of the Story pt. 3

Warnings: cheating, illusions to sex, angst, not BETA'D we die like men.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9

Taglist: @vicmc624, @mostlymarvelgirl, @yvonneeeee, @beetlejuicesupremacy, @moonlightreader649, @whattheduckisupkyle, @chrisevans-realwife, @nekoannie-chan, @mrsbarnes32557038, @imyourbratzdoll

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“Oh, so soon?” he leaned in, obviously interested in my request, “And what might your boon be?”

“As you can probably guess, I need a job. I have an interview tomorrow morning for the role of your PA. If that doesn’t pan out -because of anyone's request outside of your own- I still want a good-paying job with decent benefits. Okay?”

“Okay, I’ll cut it short, you’re hired.”

“Please, I don’t need your pity.”

"Oh, don't worry, I wouldn't hire you out of pity. It's because of what you did just now. I gave you barely any details, and you came up with a sub-par solution." Satisfied with his answer, he reaches over and takes a sip of my coffee. 

"Sub-par says I go out, find your bodyguard, and drag him back here." He visibly aspirates, coughing into a napkin for a minute or so. I got up, got a straw, and returned. By the time I sat down, he had regained most of his composure.

"You had a good plan that led to a good solution," gesturing to himself, "I'm a rich asshole. Are we happy?” A slight rasp remained in his voice.

“Sufficiently. I accept the role of your PA, Mr. Stark. When should I start?"

"After your interview with Ms. Potts. You did say that if anyone aside from me was against you as my PA, you'd be fine with it."

I leaned back, covering my eyes with my hand, ”Yeah, I did."

"Don't try denying it. JARVIS has been recording- I'm sorry, what did you just say?"

"I fully acknowledge and stand by my previous statement. And, did you just admit to illegally recording our conversation?” My other hand raised pointing at him, “If so, that would be quite unfortunate for you and Stark Industries.” I separated my fingers to see his shocked yet slightly confused expression.

"Well, shit.”

I lowered my hand to the arm of the chair, tilting my head slightly, “Did you think I wouldn’t own up to my word? Please, Tony -can I call you Tony? I’m going to call you Tony- I do have morals, they’re a bitch, but they’re there. When I make promises, I follow through with them.” I look down at my lap, my hands wrapped around my stomach, “I hate people who break their promises. They are the worst kind of people. All that does is hurt those around them, but they’re too self-centered to realize that until it’s too late- sometimes even then it doesn’t click.” I glance up, he’s leaning closer to me, a worried look plastered across his face.

I straighten, collect my things, and move to get up, “I suppose I’ll see you at my interview tomorrow, Mr. Stark.” I walk away and out of the café, hearing the bell ring as I walk out.

I fell face down into my bed, arms spread out. “I just met THE Anthony Edward Stark and acted like it was no big deal. What is wrong with me?” I grabbed a pillow, held it to my chest, curled up into the fetal position, and screamed. “How could I have acted like it was nothing? He’s an A-list celebrity and I just brushed it off!” I prop up onto my elbows, my hands extending forward.

I spent the afternoon and evening just watching TV and reading. While I didn’t typically read graphic books, Hemingway and Remarque’s book had been sitting in my collection untouched for far too long, and it wasn’t necessarily a horrible way to finish the day. About halfway through “All Quiet On The Western Front” I realized just how depressing this book was and how glad I hadn't gone over it with my high school classes. The case remained much the same for “A Farewell to Arms”.

My phone alarm went off, signaling it was time to start getting ready for bed. I got up to grab it, shutting off the tone. I stood up, went to the bathroom, completed my nightly routine, and set out my clothes for my interview, although it seemed I had been hired in all but formalities.

I woke up the next day with a slight ache in my bones but, nothing like the previous day. I got ready and headed out to the Stark Industries headquarters. When I arrived I wasn’t necessarily shocked. The lobby was sleek and modern, bustling with the morning rush. I walked up to the receptionist, an older woman, and told her that I was there for the interview for the role of Mr. Stark’s assistant. I confirmed she looked me up and down before saying my name aloud. She handed me a card, stating it was a single use and would be deactivated once I left the building before pointing me to the elevator, guarded by the head of security, Mr. Stark’s bodyguard, Happy Hogan.

I walked over he looked at me slightly puzzled as I walked up to the elevator, sliding the activated card. It took a moment or two before the door opened and I could not be happier. I walked in and the doors shut. 

“Crap, I didn’t get the floor.” I placed my face in my hand, aggravated at my forgetfulness.

An electronic voice rang out, “I believe I can be of some assistance, Mx.”.

I screamed, “What the fuck?” I backed into a corner, grabbing the rails.

“Apologies, I seem to have startled you. I’m JARVIS, Mr. Stark’s AI.”

“O-okay? Can you send me up to Mrs. Potts’ floor?”

“Of course.”

The elevator ride passes quickly thanks to Stark’s AI. As the doors open JARVIS informs me that the door on the right leads to Ms. Potts’ office. I walk up to the door and knock, ”Come in!” A voice calls out. I open the door and introduce myself.

Ms. Potts was a taller woman with blonde hair. She ran around frantically, “I’m so sorry, an urgent business meeting just came up. Would it be okay to reschedule your interview?”

“Yes, yes, of course. These things happen, I understand. Is there anything I can do to help?” I move close to her desk.

The look on her face shows she didn't expect my reaction. "Um, yes. In one of the piles over there. There should be twelve documents with the keywords Stark v. Hammer." She points over the corner where there are three medium-sized piles of papers

"Oh, is that all?"

"Yes, thank you. My assistant has been on sick leave for two weeks and my office has become an absolute mess." I hear the clink of metal on the ground. She squats down, looking for whatever it was that had fallen.

"Really, it's no problem. I've worked in worse offices, this is nothing."

"What do you mean?"

"The lawyer I worked for in college. He was a mess. He wouldn't let anyone move his things, so it just stayed that way until he needed a specific paper or file, and then he would send me looking. Apparently, he did that to all of his assistants after one of them, about five years before me, lost one of the major papers in a big case for the firm. He fired her immediately." I rifled through the paperwork, quickly finding a handful of the documents.

"That sounds horrible, although, from a business person's perspective I can somewhat understand." 

"Yeah, it was crazy. I worked for him for four years and almost feel bad for leaving. He finally adjusted and was comfortable with me going through the records." I had found all but one of the papers at this point and had looked through all three piles with no luck.

"Ms. Potts?"

She stands up, bumping her head on the edge of her desk, "Yes?"

"Sorry, um, are you okay?"

"Yes. I'm fine." She grasps the back of her head, wincing. She's clearly not.

"Are you sure? You hit your head pretty hard."

"Yes, really. What were you asking about?"

"Okay, are you sure all of the papers are over here? There's one missing. I've gone over the stacks at least three times." 

"Yes, of course. They're all there, I could've sworn." She walks over, or at least attempts to as about halfway she grasps her head, a small groan accompanying the action. I run over, offering my arm. She takes my arm, and I lower her to the ground, a quiet 'thank you' thrown in the midst.

There was a small cut on the back of her head, a small amount of blood flowing out. I place my fingers on the cut, using my powers to heal it. A sharp pain found its way to the back of my head for a moment before it fades.

"Thank you. I think I just needed to sit down for a moment. But, yes, all of the papers should be over here. It's odd that there's one missing."

"Could it be in a different stack?"

"It shouldn't be, then again, I haven't exactly been keeping this place clean enough to say. Crap! The meeting's supposed to start in a few minutes."

"How far into the meeting do you need the papers, and how long do you expect this meeting will be?"

"Maybe two-thirds of the way through and half an hour at the shortest. Why?"

"I'm gonna buy you some time, obviously. I'll look through the rest of the papers to find the missing page. Once I find it I'll head over to your meeting room and deliver the papers as if you'd asked for them just before the meeting began. How does that sound?"

She walks up to me and hugs me. As she pulls away she says, "You are a lifesaver! Thank you." She grabs her papers and walks out of her office, presumably to the meeting room as I stand there stunned, unmoving as a stone.

When her trance breaks, I start moving around the room, quickly checking each pile for the missing paper. I tried to stay in the general area she originally pointed me to with no luck. I slowly moved towards the desk, it was the only place I hadn't checked yet.

I went through the different stacks before finding the paper in the third, guess it really was the charm. I collected all of the papers in a manilla folder, finishing it off with a paperclip -just as a precaution. As I went to grab the door handle JARVIS told me which meeting room they were on.

I walked out to the small foyer between the two offices and entered the elevator. JARVIS took me to the correct floor.

I walked up to the door of the meeting room Ms. Potts was in and knocked on the door before entering. I looked inside to see a variety of old, white businessmen and Ms. Potts in front of a projector explaining something I wasn't about to pretend I understood. She looked relieved. 

I walked in just enough to where I could close the door, "Apologies, Ms. Potts, is this a bad time? I have the paperwork you requested."

"Oh no, not at all." She walked over to me, taking the folder from my hands. "Thank you." She whispered.

"It was no problem at all, Ma'am. Would you like me to continue working in your office, or go home for the day?"

"Please, wait in my office." She tipped her head slightly, a gesture that didn't go unnoticed.

I excused myself and headed back to Ms. Potts office. I waited for her in one of the armchairs at her desk. I checked my phone and realized I hadn't read the e-mail from Scott yet. I opened his message, the contents shocking me.

'Hi, I know it's been a while since we've talked, I mean really talked. I'm sorry, I chose a girl who saw me as the second choice over the person who's been my best friend practically since we met. I'm leaving the mansion too. Things have been crazy here. The professor is making Jean and Logan sub for all the classes you used to teach, and he'll be doing so for every teacher who leaves because of what happened. I'm planning on moving back to Anchorage. My parents left the house to Alex, but he gave everything to me in his will, making it mine. That house has to be 80 or so years old now, it's going to need a lot of repairs. I'll send you the address once it's all fixed up, maybe have some tea and catch up. 

See you someday,

Scott.'

[ququb444hm]

𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭, 𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝

part 31 / old man ☆

masterlist

important note!! there is the implication of a panic attack in this part so if that makes u uncomfortable, please do not continue reading! i am sorry in advance if i offend anyone by the way i write out the panic attack. i have not experienced one before and am basing the information solely on research i have done beforehand as well as the experiences of my friends. and for anyone who has experienced a panic attack, U R ONE OF THE STRONGEST PEOPLE EVER!

“geez, the school needs to start providing free umbrellas or something!” coach ukai exclaimed. he stared at his two players and team manager– tetsu, kozume, and yn were all dripping wet and shivering from the intense weather. “we’re ending practice a bit early so just grab a towel and dry yourselves up a bit or go take a quick shower in the locker room so you at least don’t catch a cold before the game next week.”

“yes, coach.” the three nodded, quickly making their way to the showers.

“yn!” mori called out, running up to his friend with a hoodie in hand. “change into this after so you’re not cold.”

yn eyed the material, smirking once she realized who it belonged to. “did rinnie give this to you?” she mused, “ohoho, so are you guys talking or what?”

“oh shut up, go take a shower. you smell like wet dog.” mori grumbled, shoving the hoodie into yn’s arms. yn giggled, thanking mori before heading into the girls locker room.

(note: guys.. i don’t actually ship mori n rin LOL js a disclaimer bc ik (or im pretty sure) they like haven’t met in the actual series…? they’re more of a sub-plot like cece n tetsu bc i love side character lore! anyways back to the storyyy)

once yn was done freshening up, she joined coach ukai and mr. takeda on the bleachers to talk about the game. "the team is looking good," coach examined. he watched as the players went up against each other in a quick match. "i just don't know what to do about kozume and keiji." he rubbed the back of his neck, deep in thought as he analyzed the papers yn gave him last practice.

"what do you mean?" yn asked. she didn't recall writing anything weird about the two.

coach ukai shrugged. "maybe it's because i've known these kids since they were freshmen, but something just feels off between the two. i compared your notes from the beginning of the semester to last week, and there's a slight decline in their abilities."

yn furrowed her brows, taking the papers from coach ukai to see the difference herself. "a decline?" her eyes scanned the data and much to her surprise, he was right. kozume's agility went down by 2.5% and keiji's been struggling to successfully set the ball up for kou which puts the team at a big disadvantage since kou is normally always on the court and has the most trust in keiji to send him the ball.

(note again: idk what i js pulled out of my ass w this one >o< i don’t play volley but wtvr! :3)

"speaking of kozume and keiji, where are they?" mr. takeda piped up. tetsurou finished showering at the same time as yn and was currently talking to a few members, assumingly giving them tips for next week, but kozume was still nowhere to be seen. there couldn’t have been only one working shower right? 

"bokuto!" coach ukai called out, "where's your setter?"

"uhh-" kou looked around, "not on the court, coach!"

keishin groaned. "well, obviously.."

"keiji is in the locker room, pretty sure.” kei answered instead. he heard the setter excuse himself to grab something in the locker room, but what would he need in there when they usually dropped their things off on the bleachers? the middle blocker shrugged it off, not caring too much about his upperclassman.

“uhm i think kozume is also still in there.” shoyou added. his eyes met yn’s, both of them starting to feel a bit uneasy after talking about the two last night. “do you want me to go grab them?” keishin sighed, motioning for shoyou to retrieve the two missing players.

as shoyou neared the red-painted metal doors, his ears picked up keiji’s voice. he sounded annoyed. really annoyed. “you can’t be seriously telling me you won’t leave yn alone, right? right? kozume c’mon,” keiji laughed in mockery, his voice was getting a bit louder, but not loud enough to reach the ears of the other people on the other side of the gym. “you’re just going to keep hurting her. she doesn’t deserve that. you don’t deserve her.”

“like you have any place to talk,” kozume barked back. though not as aggravated as keiji, kozume was firm with his words. “you made yn feel unimportant the whole time the two of you were in a relationship. you were the one who had an interest in her first, yet you barely took the time to show any effort. you couldn’t even go to one of the most important events in her life! she worked so hard, she always does, for the annual art exhibition, but you forgot about it.”

“i had an important meeting that day-” keiji tried to reason.

kozume only scoffed. “oh please.”

“okay. fine.” shoyou could hear heavy footsteps. keiji was corning kozume into the lockers. he pressed an accusing finger against his chest. “missing the art exhibition was a dick move, but am i the one who’s going for their friend’s ex? am i the one who would publicly reject yn, yet give her mixed signals behind closed doors, continuously confusing her and manipulating her feelings? am i the one who can’t make up his mind, slowly declining yn’s mental and emotional well-being? no, kozume, i’m not. you are. know your place. yn doesn’t need you.”

it was quiet for a few seconds before shoyou could hear keiji’s footsteps walking toward the door he was pressing his ear against. in a quick panic, the ginger hid behind a nearby scoreboard until he saw keiji far enough to where he wouldn’t see the worried sophomore slip into the locker room.

“kozume!” shoyou cried out. the blond was in a fetal position on the floor against the lockers. he rocked back and forth, the frantic movement almost causing him to hit his head against the hard metal. his breathing was short and unstable, almost like he was choking. it was even more difficult to breathe due to his strained cries. the state of his close friend made shoyou sick to his stomach, his body trembled, not knowing what to do. “what- whats happening?!” he tried to prevent kozume from accidentally injuring himself, but once his hand made contact with kozume’s shoulder, the blond slapped his hand away.

“don’t touch me!” he cried out. his eyes grew in panic, everything around him was overwhelming him past his limit.

shoyou fell back at the sudden impact, “kozume-”

“i’m sorry,” kozume dug his head back into his arms. “i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry-” he repeated the same words over and over again, each apology more desperate than the last. ‘i hit shoyou? why did i hit shoyou?’ “i didn’t mean it- i didn’t i-” his voice was restless, saying the same thing over and over as his mind grew louder by the second. ‘i hurt shoyou. i hurt yn. i can’t stop. i don’t know what to do. i can’t stop. it hurts. everything hurts. i hurt yn. my heart wont shut up. it’s so loud. everything is so loud. please shut up. please shut up. shut up. shut up. shut up-’

“kozume i don’t know what to do!” shoyou sobbed. the situation was getting to much for him, he needed to call someone for help. “i’m going to get yn, she’ll know what to do-”

“SHUT UP.” shoyou stopped in his tracks, body cold at the sudden yell. kozume’s head jerked up at his own words, disbelief written across his face. was he the one who yelled that? “please don’t get yn. please- shoyou please.” he was tirelessly begging. tears constructing his vision enough to not even know if shoyou was opening the door or not. “please. please don’t call yn. i don’t- she can’t know. please. i’m sorry i yelled. i’m sorry- just. just- don’t move.”

shoyou slowly removed his hand from the door handle. his movements were slow, scared that he might suddenly alarm kozume again. he squeezed his eyes shut, breathing long and slow to calm his nerves so that he could at least provide some sort of ease to kozume. “okay…” he whispered, slowly opening his eyes. shoyou bent down to kozume’s level, leaving a foot of space between them as he tried to calm the blond’s nerves as he just did his own. “it’s okay koz. it’s okay.” continuing the breathing exercise he was previously doing, shoyou used his hands to motion each inhale, each hold of breath, and each exhale. 

“i’m sorry.” kozume murmured, unable to meet shoyou’s gaze. he was slowly regaining stable breathing, the pain in his chest diminishing. 

“don’t apologize!” shoyou scolded. “i’m the one who should say sorry, kozume.” the ginger choked back his tears, refraining from overwhelming his friend. “i didn’t know what to do and i couldn’t help you..”

kozume shook his head, “you did help, sho. thank you.” a small smile graced his features, reassuring his friend.

the two sat in silence for a few minutes until shoyou decided to let his curiosity flow free. “kozume, can i ask you something?” the blonde nodded. “what's happening between you and keiji? and why can’t yn know about this? why are you hiding it from her?”

kozume let out a weak laugh. “that’s more than just a something.” 

“sorry, i just don’t get it!” shoyou whined. “yn likes you, a lot, and i thought you really like yn too. so why are u letting keiji get in the way and talk you down like that? why are you so afraid of letting yourself be happy?”

the familiar question rang through kozume’s mind. a previous conversation from tetsurou suddenly resurfacing.

“are you afraid of letting yourself be happy or something? look, i’m not saying you should’ve prevented keiji from asking yn out, but you’ve liked my sister since what? the second grade? and you just let some new guy sweep her off her feet? that’s just crazy, man! i know for a fact that he could never have the same connection you and her have, trust me, i’m like psychic or something. i know you’re the better person–- the only person, actually, for yn.” 

“it’s not that…” kozume groaned. “i’m afraid that…if yn and i do become something more than what we are now, i’ll disappoint her more than i already do. what if, once we start dating, she realizes she doesn’t actually like me?”

shoyou frowned. keiji’s words were dug deep into kozume’s heart. nothing he could say, no amount of reassurance could ever directly change kozume’s mindset. it needed to come from her–

knock. knock. knock. 

“sho? kozume? are you guys okay? i- uhm we’re getting worried…you two have been in there for a long time, is everything okay?”

there she was. the only person who could dissolve all of keiji’s cruel words from kozume’s distraught soul. 

“sorry, we’ll be out in a sec, nn!” shoyou called out. he reached a hand out for kozume to take. “are you okay to go outside?”

the blonde took a deep breath. “we have a game next week, don’t we?” he placed his hand on shoyou’s, pulling himself up.

the two opened the door to reveal yn’s big doe eyes brimming with concern. “what happened? did you lose your towel? was the water too cold?” she enveloped kozume’s hands into her own, feeling the difference in temperature. “if you didn’t have any warm water, you should’ve told us! taking a cold shower after being soaked in the rain isn’t good for you!” 

“hey!” coach ukai irked, already frustrated that kozume would only have less than an hour to practice. “stop feeling the boy up and let him get his ass to work!”

yn’s eye twitched at the suggestive assumption. she quipped her head at keishin and flipped him off. “shut up, old man!”

part 30 sassy man apocalypse <- | masterlist | -> part 32 nipples in a twist

note(s): hnnghghghgrfijwfmgh next part is a text msg part

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[love-toxin]

Fruity four and princess reader au. Where you’re supposed to be this sweet good pure thing, and the four are literally defiling that image every night as you let them through the window at the same time

ok so.....i am having ideas <33

dirty princess

(cws: high fantasy/royalty au, slightly bratty princess!angelface, fantasy au fruity four, forbidden love trope, sneaking around/secret relationships, lots of chastity talk, f/f oral, unprotected sex, anal, tribbing, masturbation, spit, a bit of dom/sub dynamics, the sexy thrill of (potentially) getting caught.)

You're so pretty and sweet, it's a wonder if people don't fall in love with you when they first meet you. With your parents often tending to whatever royal duties that keep them busy, you're left to wander and do as you please for the most part once your lessons are finished for the day. As long as you have a guide, you're allowed to roam the city streets around the castle as well, so you make friends quite easily and that's how you end up meeting the four of them--the people you would never expect to become the loves of your life!

Nancy's a writer and a storyteller, who teaches the children in the poorer villages round the outskirts of the kingdom how to read and write. She's a bit tight-lipped but sweet, gentle and charismatic once she opens up a little more. She holds you in such high regard, a single meeting by chance has her breath caught in her throat and a haze over her whole world--from then on, she finds herself staying awake late at night to scribble furiously in her diary, penning uncountable snippets and stories and observed details of you that she can't allow herself to forget.

Steve is a bit more of a familiar face, as he's a fresh-faced knight on the king's royal guard. Moved quickly on from a squire thanks to his family's wealth, he's still quite new and inexperienced as far as combat goes, but he's confident all the same. He's so surprisingly gentle, he's got a warm voice and such pretty brown eyes, he's mesmerizing. You mention once as you pass by that he's too pretty for battle, that you wouldn't doubt him if he were to don a duke's attire--and he laughs, and when you laugh right along with him, he knows it's love.

Robin is a new love, a new body in the sea of people that crowd the streets when you come walking by. She's a trobairitz, often on the road as she ventures from kingdom to kingdom, carrying along her instrument and her thick leaflets of music bound together with a rough cord. She's poetic and bright and speaks at length when she's left in silence, and she's beautiful, her profession keeping her preferences subtle even when she's singing her sweet love songs to a woman as fair as the princess. With one song performed in your court, and two pairs of eyes meeting from across the patterned floor, you're hooked, and so is she.

Eddie comes from much more humble origins. Lives above a tavern he shares half of with his uncle, often spends his nights wrestling drunks off of their stools to send them stumbling off towards home, and playing a bit of music when the air is quiet and he has a moment to step away from the counter. You had met him by pure accident, the tavern far from the safety of the castle's reach when you had gotten lost one night, your guide having darted away for a moment and left you by your lonesome without even realizing. He had chuckled at the sight of you wandering in, cloak pulled tight but your naïve eyes betraying all your innocence as you sidle between drunks and cheering patrons as they sing and dance on the tables in a stupor. But when you'd whimpered out your need for his help, he had dropped everything to do so, leaving the bar in his uncle's capable hands as he brought you back to the castle gates--and nearly had his head lopped off when they thought he had been the one to kidnap you.

It had been shocking to learn that they all had connections to each other, even moreso to find that they considered themselves friends--but not nearly as much to discover that the love you felt for them, that you thought was selfish and a complete fantasy, was actually requited. That and more. Much more.

Because what most, if not everyone doesn't know, is that you are not the pure-minded princess that your people so adore. While your heart is soft and kind, your desires are something that command you into acts that certainly don't befit the daughter of a king and queen. You can be greedy, selfish, even depraved if given the chance, and by god do your lovers ever give you the chance to act on those urges.

Robin and Steve are easy. They can slip into the castle on the smallest excuse, Steve is usually stationed on the grounds anyways, and all Robin must do is let you pull on your parent's and advisor's arms to let your favourite entertainer back into the ballroom for a show. All she's expected to do is perform, which is what she's best at--and when the other members of the court have their wine in hand and have dismissed the young princess to go entertain herself for the afternoon, you're pulling Robin into your chambers for a private showing with nobody available to come interrupt you. She's always so tender, her lovemaking slow and scattered when she can't decide where to focus, what parts of you she likes best and that need the most attention. She just loves every bit, she has to strip your layers off and take her time in showing you the kind of love you never thought possible....including when she pulls your legs apart and straddles you between them, her bare chest a sight to behold as the trobairitz sings your praises and rides your sweet clit until you're gasping for breath. She just can't get enough, can't stop herself from bending your knee back and humping her cunt into yours, so wet her skin shines and glistens with arousal as she urges you to cum every time she does. Even if she has to get down and finish you off with her tongue and her fingers, she will make it so--most times she's intentional with it, using her own sensitivity to justify spending hours with her face between your legs to make up for all those lost orgasms.

On Steve's end, it's only a bit harder, and he has to work his way up to getting his time with you. To prove himself wouldn't be enough without your parent's approval, they must see him excel in order to approve him as one of your close guardians. That last one that cluelessly abandoned you in the streets has left a space open that needs to be filled, however, and with a well-worded letter from his family to the head of the royal guard, Steve has a chance to show his responsibility and loyalty in keeping the precious princess safe. They're all so happy to see him thrive, aside from those who were gunning for that same position--but they don't know that the man keeping a close eye on the princess's safety is also the one decimating her celibacy on every night shift he has. Twice a week he's tasked with spending an overnight stay outside your room, and twice a week he's lured inside by your moans once everyone's gone to bed, and is met by the sight of the beautiful princess with her fingers playing between her legs as she hums his name. At first it stays that way, with you touching and him watching. But soon enough he can't bear it, can't bear your teasing as you beg to know what he would do if he were allowed to break your chastity--and he answers you with his fingers soaked in spit, avoiding your forbidden fruit in favour of working open that loophole he knows you have. Bedding a virgin princess as her sworn protector would be the fastest trip to the gallows imaginable--but is it really breaking your vow of chastity in a hole that can't be impregnated? Surely not, neither of you think.

Nancy's infiltration is harder, but still possible. You've got a teacher already, the best the kingdom can offer for your education, but you soon wonder if you can convince them of the need for a more creative outlet? Nancy's a poet and a prodigy, surely you could stomp your feet a bit and beg for the most popular storyteller in the city to come and teach you a bit about her craft? You feel it might work and it does with time, eventually you're ending your usual lessons with your professor packing up and leaving, while Nancy shuffles in and sets her materials down on the table in front of you. She has books and essays and journals to show you, diaries of such prolific people and stories with such rich and diverse history--and while she reads them to you with the text open in one hand, her other one fists itself in your hair as you wiggle your sweet tongue inside her cunt. She's surprisingly disciplined about her chosen area of study, enforcing homework and extra reading and even tests if she feels the need, which also means punishments and rewards for jobs done well and ill. A punishment could be a spanking, or a bit of spit in your open mouth, and a reward is usually one of your choosing--and the one you usually choose is to lick her pussy from top to bottom and inside out, while your headmistress teaches the rest of her lesson from whatever book you have lined up. You always give her a good cleaning for your own job well done, anticipating the same when she finishes early and has a bit of time to return the favour. But it's mostly a habit because of the thrill of getting caught, when you know the advisor coming to escort Nancy after the lesson will be approaching the door to the schoolroom--and what better high than to feel her viciously eating you out with her fingers plunged inside you, tongue sloshing through your wet folds before she sucks down on your clit in a desperate attempt to make you cum, while those footsteps get closer and closer down the hall outside?

Eddie is the only one who doesn't need to slither his way into your lodgings, because you come to him. It's such a dangerous route, the most likely way for you to get caught when you're sneaking out of the castle alone, but you don't care. When you get to the tavern in the middle of the night and slip in through the back door, Eddie's always got a drink and a room for you upstairs where you can be alone, with no eyes following your linked pinkies as you follow him up the steps. Eddie's different, he's filthy--he's crude and rough and crass, he spits and cusses and smiles at you with the knowledge that he's corrupting you with his presence alone. You sip that foul mead that has your head feeling dizzy and warm, and he's already fondling you before his bedroom door is closed. The chatter is loud and boisterous but muffled under the floorboards when you're laid out on his bed, and unlike Steve in particular, Eddie doesn't care about preserving your mock virginity. He fucks you, deep and raw like he's making his one time with a princess count, and he always leaves marks he knows you have to hide--including the cum he leaves spilling out of you when he's done. He's sweaty and unwashed and stinks of ale and smoke, he's grimy and slimy and licks your clean skin from your throat to your pussy, marring your tits with his teeth and wetting his lips with your slick when you grab those curls and hold on for dear life against his tongue. Hes disgusting and depraved, he's fucked plenty before and he'll fuck many more times if you ever stop seeing him, but he's yours. You have his heart, he says, and if you deign to break it he'll have to resign to suffering through the rest of life, knowing he lost the one he truly loved. Such romantic words for a lowborn cur without a drop of noble blood inside him.

It's an awful way to live, a pathetic excuse of behavior for such a high-bred woman of the royal family--that's what the court would say, and all the nobles that cycle through the castle doors to greet you, all while smiling those vile thoughts away as they dream of their sons or daughters being in your place. You may be spoiled and beautiful and rich, but you're in love, and the ones that share your love return it tenfold back to you at every chance. They're the very few you share your life with that aren't vying for your attention because of the material things you can give them, rather they want your time so they can spend it talking to you and listening to your woes, uncaring as to how huge your inheritance will be or how powerful they could get if they married into royalty. They're just lovers, through and through, and you'll do anything to make sure that those tender hearts of theirs never have to become fighters for your sake.

[just-a-little-cellist]

Lord Of The Rings Preferences: Their Kinks

(A/N: NSFW warning for this one obviously :P have fun and let me know if there's more scenarios you want

!!edited to add characters!!)

(Includes Sam, Pippin, Aragorn, Legolas, Boromir and Faramir x AFAB reader)

Sam:

Praise - Sam absolutely needs to know he's doing a good job when he's with you, and he loves hearing your breathy voice complimenting him so much that he's started to associate compliments from you in general with sex (this has led to some very interesting moments when you're out with friends).

Body worship - This goes both ways. He thinks you're the most perfect person he's ever seen and will spend hours showing you that given the chance. He sometimes struggles to accept when you do the same for him, but you make him feel so good about himself that he can hardly bring himself to refuse.

Blindfolding - The prospect of being blindfolded is a little too daunting for him, since Sam is relatively vanilla, but the couple of times he's blindfolded you have been incredible. He finds it makes him able to relax a little more since he isn't being watched and he can really lose himself in the moment.

Pippin:

Manhandling - Look at this hobbit and tell me this isn't the brattiest sub you've ever seen. When he's been bratting, being manhandled has a tendency to push him into a submissive headspace - he realizes how small he is and how that leaves him fully under your control.

Edging - He will never admit how much he actually enjoys this. He has no patience and will whine every time you deny him release, but he knows from experience that the more you edge him, the better it'll feel when you give him what he wants.

Exhibitionism - Pippin doesn't take huge risks with this kink since it's more a way to tease you instead of actually wanting people to see. It's never anything out in the open, but if you just so happen to be sat around a table at a meeting and Pippin just so happens to be hidden beneath your skirt with his tongue against your clit, that's no-one's business.

Aragorn:

Bondage - Aragorn enjoys taking a dominant role in bed, and part of that usually involves having you tied up in some way. On occasions where you have less time it may just be your wrists, but he likes the intricacy of shibari and thinks you look so beautiful fully at his mercy. (The slightly sadistic part of him also likes watching you struggle when he teases you.)

Roleplay - This isn't something he indulges in as frequently as bondage, but every so often, especially once he becomes king, Aragorn needs to mentally step away from real life with you. Briefly stepping away from those expectations also means he's more willing to experiment and it's when he's at his roughest with you - probably for the best that it's infrequent since on a night he truly lets go, you don't walk properly for the next few days.

Marking - Leaving visible love bites on your neck is less appropriate once he's king, but before then he likes the mark of possession and the rush it gives him whenever he sees them. Aragorn also likes being marked in return in whatever way you like, whether it's hickeys, bite marks, or scratches. He'll wear them proudly despite the teasing remarks from the Fellowship.

Legolas:

Overstimulation - Legolas enjoys this applied to either of you. He will happily pull orgasm after orgasm from you until there are tears running down your cheeks, but he will not even think about complaining if you decide to do the same to him. Overstimulating him does put him in a very submissive headspace though, so be prepared for plenty of aftercare.

Sensory deprivation - Elf senses being so acute can sometimes become overwhelming for him, so taking that away and just letting him feel is such a relief. Not being able to see and hear every little thing quiets his mind and heightens every touch you give him, on top of how sensitive he already is. You are the only person Legolas trusts enough to be this vulnerable with, and he will more than make up for you doing all the work the next time.

Choking - Legolas doesn't enjoy the feeling of not being able to breathe, but choking to restrict blood flow feels better than he ever could have imagined. The head rush makes everything you're doing feel ten times better and he can't get enough. He doesn't choke you in the same way but if he cums faster watching you choke on his cock? That's none of your business.

Boromir:

Authority - Boromir isn't really one for aggressive domination in the bedroom, but he does like to have a level of authority, and this mostly comes out through the use of honorifics. He likes being obeyed, but he's gentle about it - if you call him 'sir' or 'captain' he will melt on the spot and you're certain to get a reward.

Voyeurism - He loves nothing more than to admire you, and there is an element of power exchange about voyeurism that Boromir likes. He'll often make you lie bare on the bed in front of him and touch yourself, and just the trust required for you to be that vulnerable makes him feel a lot. He also just loves watching your cheeks flush when you make eye contact with him.

Breeding - This is a bit more of a low-key kink, but Boromir adores the intimacy of finishing inside you - you also haven't missed how fast he gets going again when he sees his seed spilling out from you. On a slightly more wholesome note, when he's holding you afterwards he can't help but think what a wonderful parent you would be if you did end up with child.

Faramir:

Hair pulling - I definitely think that Faramir is a switch and this is something he likes to be on the receiving end of when he's feeling more submissive. He doesn't like sex to be particularly rough, but lightly tugging his hair adds an extra spark - especially when he's eating you out, he just takes it as encouragement.

Pegging - He was incredibly hesitant about this when you first brought it up, concerned that you might look down on him if you thought he was too vulnerable (bullshit he is perfect), but once you tried it he was amazed by the feeling. He discovered that he likes you taking care of him sometimes, and as hard as he tries he's always a lot louder when you're the one fucking him.

Orgasm control - Faramir doesn't usually edge you very much when he feels dominant, but he enjoys having enough control over you that you start begging him to let you finish. Your begging is normally met with playful teasing comments or praise ("you're taking me so well, my love, just a little longer~"), and if he's fucking you then he makes you wait until both of you are on the edge before letting you cum together.

Bonus:

Facesitting - Ok I was trying to pick who this was best for and realized it's all of them. All of them will practically beg for you to sit on their face at some point. They all love giving oral so much especially from that angle, either because of their submission to you or to watch you struggle to hold yourself up while they pleasure you, and you will usually end up with light bruises the next morning from them gripping your thighs.

[bonezone44]

Gotta Start with a Good Foundation

Joel Miller x afab!Reader

Word Count: 1171

Summary: After you and Joel get to know each other a little bit, you make your move. (takes place before the D/s relationship begins)

Tags: afab!Reader, sub!reader, Dom!Joel, negotiations

Story Masterlist - Main Masterlist

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"I don't do ‘one and done,’ okay? Some people are fine with that, but I'm not." He shakes his head. "It doesn't work for me.” Joel shrugs, his arms crossed and tight against his chest. “I've tried it and I don't like it." 

“Okay,” you respond with a short nod. Your jaw is slack and your cheeks burn.

It was terrifying enough to admit to your attraction to Joel. You had been joking and playful with your approach because it was easier that way–easier to yank the words from the inside of your brain to the outside of your lips. But you realize now that it had made you come across as casual and flighty–like you were toying with the whole idea. Like you were toying with him.

"It takes dedication.” He taps the table between you with the spread of his fingertips. 

"Yes."

“It takes time and energy and resources, okay?”  His eyebrows are furrowed and serious. He licks his lips. “It takes real commitment." 

“Yes,” you repeat, with another short nod, because you do agree. You’re embarrassed that your actions implied otherwise.

"And I don't wanna waste time–” He’s shaking his head. “--with somebody who doesn't share the same respect for it." 

“Okay.” Third nod’s a charm, you suppose. You’re not really sure what to do. Joel’s attention is absolutely hypnotizing. Warmth sparked in your gut a few seconds ago and now it’s spreading out and spiraling through your body in snaking tendrils and you feel as if every muscle beneath your skin is melting right off the bone.

And all Joel is doing is sitting across the table from you and setting boundaries.

But… 

He’s not referring to these ideals in a general sense. He’s not sharing with the group. 

He’s speaking about them to you.

Directly.

And alone.

Where no one else can hear.

"I take this all very seriously because it can be so rewarding when it works. When it really works.” He brings his hand to the center of his chest. “When we take our time to understand one another, the connection we share can be real satisfyin."

“Okay.” 

“...Okay?” His brows are high, lines rippled out on his forehead.

“Yes.”

“...Does this work for you?”

“Yes.”

“A-are you just agreein’ with everything I say?” he asks with confusion. 

“No.” You break into laughter, snapping the wire of tension that had started to coil between the both of you. Your body is still warm. You cover your face with your hand. “No, I’m not.” You shake your head. "I don't want to waste time, either." Joel’s growing smile soothes your dis-ease. "I don't dip my toes in the water, Joel. I dive in head first.” You shrug. “I go big or I stay the fuck home. I wouldn't pursue this if I didn't mean it." 

“Are you sure?”

“I wouldn’t be doing all this work if this was just for fun.”

He chuckles. “Well, it’s fun, too,” he says with a smirk. "There's no denyin that."

You laugh. Your eyes disappear behind the cheery round of your cheeks. “I know, I know. But it’s not the priority.” You shake your head. “It’s not the main appeal.”

“What’s the priority, then?” he asks. “For you?”

And suddenly the warm, snaking tendrils are wrapping around your esophagus and constricting your airflow. You fight against your body’s growing stiffness. It shouldn’t be so hard to look into his eyes and admit to the simplest thing. To ask for something so ordinary from someone who clearly wants the same as you.

There is a battle happening inside of you between your fears and your desires. You’re not clenching your teeth, but the muscles in your neck and jaw are taut and straining. Part of you wants to look away, run, set fire to the building and ride off into the sunset–continuing your life in solitary self-confinement. 

But… goddamn. Joel is offering you something so much better: A slow, winding journey of discovery and exploration with glistening peaks and shaded valleys and green, meandering hills. There are high-reaching desert plateaus and deep, chilling ravines and long stretches of flat, consistent earth.  There are rushing rivers and placid lakes. There are puddles and ponds and little splashes of water that, hey, maybe you do wanna dip your toe into before you try to go for a swim.

And it’s all uncharted territory. Brand new. Untouched. It’s uncreated, actually–only brought into existence by the two of you sculpting it out, hand-in-hand, piece by ever-loving piece.

Right now, there’s a whole lotta nothing. Just a blank canvas and some empty air. 

There’s ideas. And fantasies. A long list of ‘What-if’s’.

There’s hopes and dreams and exciting possibilities. 

And bringing this new world into fruition does take time and energy and resources. It does take commitment. 

Gotta start with a good foundation and all.

And this is Joel. He’s built and developed and created before. He understands the technical details and underlying infrastructure. He knows how to trudge through all the nitty and the gritty. 

And you, you know how to flesh it all out. You know how to braid and weave the world together with sparkling, tantalizing threads. You know how to paint and elaborate, too–how to blend the colors to create depth and dimension. How to trick the eye into seeing more than what’s there–into seeing what else could be.

It is a waste of time to attempt this with someone who lacks the respect for it. 

So what is the priority for you? What do you really want to experience with this large-scale endeavor? What do you desire with certainty?

“...Trust,” you say, finally.  “And intimacy,” you fumble to add, though you find the two to be basically intertwined. 

“Okay.” He nods. "Okay." He leans forward. “And are you willing to trust me and be intimate with me?”

Your face burns bright and hot. You can feel stinging in your cheeks and arms and legs. And god, his eyes. His face. His sincerity. His broad shoulders and hands and the scruff along his jaw and above his lip. And the depth of his voice as it curls around you, sending goosebumps across your skin. And his lips and his hair and his everything everything everything.

And he wouldn’t be asking if he didn’t want you, too. He wouldn’t be having this discussion with you at all. He’s showing you all his cards. Point blank. And asking you to make a move.

Knowing that helps you push past your fear of rejection and humiliation and give in to your desire for something more with him. 

“If you want time to think about–”

“Yes,” you interrupt quickly. “I’m willing to trust you and be intimate with you.” 

A soft smile grows on his face. “Okay.” He nods. 

You reach out for his hand and he takes it, rubbing his thumb across the tops of your knuckles.

And it’s just one step. But it’s a step shared and in a mutual direction.

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a/n: I'm back to seeing Joel as Joel. LOL! I think I was just on a Dave York kick for the last chapter.

[hereforthefunnyguys]

Hey bro, if you don't mind me asking... What's the worst Yu-Gi-Oh take you've ever seen? I like seeing you rant.

God... I'm blanking right now but there are a Lot. There are just so many </3.

Later addendum: This went... all over the place. I have no clue what happened here but I stand by my opinions.

I realize I rant about Marik problems a lot (tis the tism) but I think the ones that actually tend to genuinely anger me the most in like a "oh, you genuinely did not read the same series as me" are the ones that attempt to villainize Atem over the whole series or make it seem like he only really cared about Yugi. That is just like. Blatantly incorrect.

First of all, I realize everyone really likes s0 "ooooOOO eDgY yAmI", but early manga Yami Yugi was only terribly violent for a few chapters. After that, he pretty firmly chillaxes, especially post-Death-T and definitely post-Monster World. And we are given a... pretty good reason for why he was like that originally! I would also be a little mad if I woke with no memories after being tormented in a labyrinth full of shadow demons for so long i literally could not remember being born and my first sight was someone trying to beat the shit out of the guy who was kind enough to release me from my Gay and Stupid Maze!

Literally guys, he's like a recently adopted stray kitten. He's just lashing out because he's scared. He's not evil you idiot he's 15 and incredibly incredibly confused and freaked out. Yes he still committed murder no I don't care we've excused other people for worse (take note of how these will often be the same people that uwuify marik or yb (but marik especially -> about to have a sub-rant its related i promise.))

ps. i don't get the marik thing he may be pretty but he is not a sniffling little kitten like people write him as (especially in comparison to his Big Bad Evil Personality and dangerous-bad-boy Yami Bakura who certainly never admitted to himself considering Marik slimy and weird and a dangerous asshole in canon no sir never). The man literally tried to drown Joey and (admittedly accidentally) got his own big brother fried like a fork in a toaster engineered by Elon Musk (and, I want to mention, he didn't seem to consider Rishid a genuine brother until much later after the psychological equivalent of multiple slaps upside the head). I think people just don't know how to write mental illness and/or emotions other than Horny or Sad and morals more complex than black and white.

This is actually part of I think a larger problem in the fandom with not tending to remember the whole storyline/point of yugioh was proving that people are not naturally evil and in fact often prove to be quite noble when they get taken out of a bad situation and worked on a little. Ppl don't quite get this outside of redeeming their favorite evil pretty boy so he can date around, so they either make everyone a sad little angel thats never done anything wrong in their life or a terrible demon whose surprisingly abusive qualities are only matched by his shockingly canon-inaccurate height and muscle mass increase. This is, imo, why people tend to do That to Atem. Either they interpret him as a perfect Good King that can do no wrong or, sadly more commonly, an evil serial killer that only cares about [EXPLETIVE REMOVED]ing Yugi and then pretty much nothing else.

Also, he was like... not a bad Pharoah from the exactly (checks notes) 72 hours he got to be one before dying a horrible torturous undeath. For the good of his kingdom, I want to mention. That was something he willingly undertook for the sake of his people. As far as autocratic dictators went, he was by all accounts a pretty nice one! Didn't even torture anyone to death! In fact he was so against the idea of torturing people to death we had to Specifically keep the bit where we were actually doing that secret from him!

also section B of this take then usually comes around to trying to prove he never cared about his friends other than yugi. And if I may be so spicy in the chat tonight. This is usually ooc puzzleshipping brain rot influencing critical thinking. Yes yes I get that your yami yugi 20k yandere fanfic (with a yugi that cries all the time for some reason and apparently refuses to just Take The Damn Thing Off) is hot but brother of mine that is not what Atem was like in canon. Like. At all.

First of all, even before Memory World he showed off caring about his friends. There was the whole "deadly yo yos" incident with Joey and then there was the not one but two Anzu hostage situations that he dealt with, one of which when there was literally no benefit to him or yugi to go and rescue her! In fact it put them in Active Danger to do so! And from what I remember, that was before even Death-T! So he has very much cared about his friends from the very beginning, individual of his aspect as an extension of Yugi's survival instinct.

Also. The whole point of Yu-Gi-Oh is the whole friendship is magic stuff. That absolutely applies to Atem as well. In fact it probably applies to him more so. The guy really depends on all of his friends for his sanity in a way that not even Yugi does. He likes Joey and he likes Anzu and he likes Honda (even with as little time as he got to shine RIP spiky haired king) and he likes Ryou! In fact one of the original conflicts in Battle City was that he cared about Ryou so much he wouldn't get rid of his age old archenemy because it would have hurt Ryou! But anyways. Anyways.

It feels like part of that can be blamed on the Orichalchos arc in the anime (which was certainly. An Arc. Not good not bad but a secret 3rd thing.) where they had him get incredibly depressed and ever so slightly unstable when Yugi went away. Which makes sense for him, but then people tend to overstate it to "Atem is inconsolable when Yugi isn't there to make it all better for him" and not "Atem feels incredibly guilty for falling under the spell of a literal magically evil-inducing rock and would likely feel similar if he lost really any of his friends in a similar manner."

"But steve. how are those last two things at all related to each other" WELL. YOU SEE. It always feels like people tend to make Atem evil and hate everyone else in order to justify a fantasy scenario where "Yugi" (read: writer's self-insert) gets to come along and redeem him and he gets to be their loyal attack dog. And you know what? I'm fine with that as a fanfic scenario! Let people have fun! Is probably very hot to people who are not stickily uptight bastards like me! But it annoys me like Hell when people try to canonize that particular bit of oocness.

Atem isn't evil. The poor boy is having his own problems. He's hanging out. He's doing his best. Leave him alone. He literally is just a teenage boy that likes to play games. Let him chill. Let him chill.

[deadbydad]

My Opinion On The Kuai Liang is Scorpion Thing

So there has been a clip going around of the developer or the creater, which one I don't really remeber, accidentaly slipping out a hint that Kuai Liang is Scorpion in Mortal Kombat 1.

And I want to give my opinion on this, not just as a fan of Hanzo and Kuai, but also as a SubScorp fan and shipper.

A lot of fans are confused or just down right angry and pissed at this, but I am honestly not shocked and like this idea and am very curious on how this is going to work out. I also think that some of these people who are angry and pissed because of this, not all just some, are kind of overreacting.

Let me explain why I think this.

Mortal Kombat 1 is a reboot, a new timeline that the Fire God Liu Kang had created, also NetherRealm did this as well but that doesn't matter right now. But Liu Kang decided to change things up a bit, and with this he made Kuai Liang Scorpion and not Hanzo Hisashi like he originally is. And I personally can't wait to see what they do with this, but I will say that I am excited for what that will be.

And my opinion for all of the people who are mad about this situation, I get where you're coming from, but Hanzo has been through so fucking much that honestly he deserves a damn break from being Scorpion and instead he now has the chance to have a happy life. To have a wife and son that aren't murdered, he won't have to be under Quan Chi's spell, and he can be happy. He deserves that, and I definitly think that he is going to be in the game, but not as a playable character.

And I think that's a good idea.

Liu Kang gave this guy a break after he was fucking murdered in Mortal Kombat 11, and I am okay with that.

Some people also have to realize that just because Kuai is now Scorpion doesn't mean you don't have to stop shipping him with Hanzo. It just won't be as Sub-Zero and Scorpion. You also, in my opinion, should give this a chance before really judging it because we don't really know the whole story and if Hanzo is even in the game. This could be a good thing and it could work if NetherRealm does it right, and by looking at this game it seems like they might be going in the right direction. Don't let one tiny thing that you don't even know the whole story about or where it's going with this descision until you've fully grasped, witnessed, and learned the whole reason and backstory for this idea that was made.

It's a reboot, not everything is going to be the same, and judging something and hating it just because it doesn't fit what you like or don't like is stupid.

In my opinion.

What happened to not judging a book by its cover?

Sometimes this fandon makes me mad, but that's going to be a different post on a different day.

I'm just saying that while we don't know if Hanzo is going to be in the game or not, I believe that people should witness Kuai Liang as Scorpion fully and learn why they made this descision before actually judging it and either hating or loving it.

Again, you shouldn't just decide to hate on the game just because you don't like one thing that doesn't fit with your opinion when they game isn't even out and when there is still a lot of stuff we don't know.

I think that that is just being stupid and ridiculous.

Now hate me all you want, but this is my opinion and I hope you can respect it. I respect everyone elses opinions and what they're feeling, and I think you shouldn't hate me just because I don't agree with you. That's being childish.

Thank you.

Edit: "Some people also have to realize that just because Kuai is now Scorpion doesn't mean you don't have to stop shipping him with Hanzo. It just won't be as Sub-Zero and Scorpion." Let me rephrase that.

I meant that just because Kuai is now Scorpion, doesn't mean that you have to stop shipping him with Hanzo. This reboot is just basically Liu Kang restarting the timeline, and there are other timelines that still have Kuai Liang as Sub-Zero and Hanzo Hisashi as Scorpion. There are multiple timelines in Mortal Kombat.

But still, you can still ship them even in this new timeline, it just will be different.

It's not the end of this ship.

[vestigialpersonality]

6 Songs - Keres

Doing separate pre- and post- tadpole for The Inevitable since his life was drastically redefined with the brain scrambling, long-term disabilities, and, well, everything. Plus some people only read only one side of the action or the other.

Meet The Inevitable (pre-tadpole), also known as Keres, Chance, Nuisance, Thomas, Sterling, Crane, Riot, Lily.....the list goes on. Chance is the closest thing he has to a name, the only one he ever picked for himself that wasn't just another mask. He is a man of many faces and is sub-optimally dual classing as a Cleric/Bard (he got good rolls, screw point-buy). I associate him with depressing jrock. I'm making an active effort to pick a variety and not just link the entire Kokyu album by Lily Chou-Chou despite the fact that it, specifically, is what helped me define him as a character.

picrew here

Other Song Selections: Post-Tadpole and Garrett

1) An event that defines your character's past

自殺願望 (Suicidal Desire) by Dué le Quartz

If our fleeting time together withers away I hope it turns into a flower that keeps giving you love. If my body could rise up and become a beautiful rain and carry the gentleness left behind all the way to you.

Leaving home to become something new, with nothing but ashes in his wake.

2) How your character sees themselves

記憶 (Memory) by See-Saw

The memory pooling into the empty shell of my body is shaping and filling me up a little at a time That is the way humans take shape by stashing the feelings they don't want to forget in their hearts

A perpetual inability to let go and move forward. His family, his friends, every single life he's taken, are marked permanently on his skin so he cannot escape them.

3) How others view them

Beast of Blood by Malice Mizer

Along with the scream from the death throes Sharp claws are shining brighter Dually obscene breaths continues And rips apart the silence of the night

This is more of an encapsulation of his urban legend that has circulated through Baldur's Gate since the late 1470s than a perception of him specifically.

4) Their closest relationship (platonic or romantic)

青道 (Blue Road) by STANCE PUNKS

It's up to the individual to stop or go The weak-hearted will collapse there Throwing away all shame We continue to walk this path

Hopeful, but also violent and off-key. A risk to everyone around him. The sentiments definitely evolve greatly over time, but I wanted to give him a good moment in this list instead of just depression. I specifically picked the live version because the extra scratchy vocals and the mosh pit view fit better than the studio recording. The relationship started as Experiment in Love by Lily Chou-Chou and ended as The Final by Dir en Grey. I'll give you three guesses as to who this is about and the first two don't count.

5) A major fight scene Again, interpreting this as his personal boss fight music.

翼をください(Give Me Wings) from the All About Lily Chou-Chou OST

What I dreamed of when I was a kid. I still have the same dream in my heart.

I realized only while trying to find this link that Evangelion apparently did this in 2.0. Oops. But they used a piano arrangement instead of acapella.

6) End credits song

エーテル (Ether) by Lily Chou-Chou

I was trapped without being able to escape If my cracked, sleeping heart is connected The Ether will revive Revive

This is unequivocally the end of his story, the last days of the first half of his life. It's been his final song since the day I started drafting any pre-tadpole fics.

[cosmicswritings]

#also this is me just wanting a happy sparkling megastar au where starscream carries because#there are absolutely no happy megastar aus where starscream is a carrier it's always the other way around -ESPECIALLY tfp#like carrier starscream is usually seen as a punishment or to make him seem weak...same with submissive/bottom starscream tbh#kajdfl;ajf #like i hate how a lot of carrier starscream megastar is like this bad - traumatic thing for starscream whereas when it's the other way#around it's a good thing - same with making him sub and people don't realize the weird message that conveys

bro you LITERALLY put one of my biggest issues with megastar into words. I didn't know what the issue was and why I got weirded out by a lot of content but this is it. Especially 'when it's the other way around it's a good thing' part. People either make sub starscream the worst thing possible or talk about it like it's the worst thing to ever happen to his character and then flip things around with him and make him dom/sire and then suddenly he's not weak anymore. I wish people would put in more effort into making carrier/sub Starscream a good thing rather than making it this shameful, taboo thing that he's ashamed of. I really don't mind how people ship Starscream but like you I've noticed a ton of weird vibes. People can do what they want but you honestly just explained my issue with a lot of it.

putting this all under a cut --

In a funny way you put MY words words into words . THANK YOU.

this isn't the case for everyone, but it's something i've seen a lot. i've seen people who will write fics with starscream carrying with megatron and it's the worst experience for him, but then the other way it's like supposed to be good or even to show that starscream is powerful, or isn't weak or whatever.

It's so hard to find fics, or aus, etc. that have starscream carrying that don't push this idea that it's something truamtic and it's even worse to find people who don't see it that way but in conjunction see carrier megatron as the only 'acceptable' and non traumatic/abusive forms of sparklings and mechpreg in megastar. I don't think people know how weird it is to act as if starscream carrying (or lbr even subbing) by default is a bad thing and that it is the worst thing in the world so the fix if is to flip things around.

and then it's also unfair to megatron to portray him like only one way as a sire. like i hate that so many people portray him as a brutish, harmful and abusive person when he's a sire, when in reality i just find him being a very soft, nervous and caring sire...like do y'all hate him that much?? Do you hate him that much that you just rely on those unfair tropes for him, same with starscream.

but then when it's the otherway around suddenly it's all good. all the abuse, hatred, etc., is all gone??

[anonymousfiction211]

Alright I have a Loki one shot idea, by the way absolutely love your work I have read everything you posted and now I have ran out of things to read,lol,

So could you do one where y/n and Loki are friends and they start joking around about sex and Loki gets hard about it, they bot like each other anyway but they won't say anything so Loki shoves her into a bathroom stall and ducks her but like the toilet seat it down and he is sitting down on the toilet while she is riding him like somewhere nice, just something smutty and some fluff at the end of you don't care, ( Loki!xfemale reader) ( smut,fluff), thank you so much, you don't have to do it though, just a thought

A/N: So sorry for the extreme long wait!! I loved the request, but my inspiration to write was gone. I hope you still enjoy!

Warnings: Sex (18+), a tiny hint of sub-dom (but you have the squeeze your eyes)

Just a joke |The party was boring, nothing but exchanging pleasantries with people you barely knew. Luckily, you had one ally at the party, Loki. He was just as bored as you. The two of you had already criticised everyone you had to talk to. From afar people would think the two of you had a good time, laughing a lot. But that was just because the two of you had a strong bond.

He was your friend, something you had to keep reminding yourself off. A friend, just a friend. It didn’t help that that friend was in a tailored black suit, showing off his body, a body you very much would like to see with a lot less clothes on. His hair was hanging loose around his face, and when he laughed… god, he the world didn’t seem to exist. But he was just a friend. However, you did enjoy the few dirty looks you have gotten from some girls who were eying him and getting annoyed that he didn’t pay them the same amount of attention he paid you.

‘You just know that their marriage is dead’ Loki whispered in your ear, gesturing at a couple across the room. The woman was ranting on about something, the man wasn’t paying much attention to what she was saying. She was clearly annoyed, and he was checking out another woman.

‘Nah, they just had a new-born and haven’t had sex in a long time. They just need to get laid’ you answered.

Loki almost chocked on his drink. ‘Filthy words, for such a nice girl. How do you know?’

Cursing yourself that you had to blush at the phrase ‘nice girl’, you answered ‘I saw the card on Tony’s desk. Besides, she is clearly frustrated, and he is literally checking out another woman. It couldn’t be any clearer’

‘Maybe she is just annoyed or angry at him’ Loki countered.

‘No, she is frustrated. You can see it in her eyes. Her whole body is tense, she desperately needs some’

‘Hmm, your body is tense too’ Loki remarked.

You looked him in his eyes, but quickly looked down to the ground. ‘How long has it been for you?’ a cheeky smile confirmed that he liked to make you flustered. You wanted to smack that smile right off his face or kiss it off. Either way was good with you.

‘Oh, not so long’ you tried to sound unaffected.

‘I can’t figure out why you keep lying to me, knowing you can’t’ he said.

Truth is, you hadn’t slept with anybody else since you realized you were in love with him. Six months ago. But you couldn’t tell him that. ‘It’s.. it’s been a while. But that doesn’t matter. I’m not interested in sex tonight’

Loki clearly didn’t believe that lie either. ‘I could get you laid’ he said.

‘What?’ you squeaked.

‘I mean, I could help you if you want’ he answered.

‘Only if you can get me the best-looking guy here’ you tried to sound as confident as you could. You took a large sip of your wine, hoping it would give you some courage.

‘Well, darling. That would be me’ he smirked.

‘You’re full of yourself’ you countered.

‘That doesn’t make it not true’ he was eying you up and down, making you nervous.

You took another sip of your wine, maybe it was a bad idea, maybe not. But the words had left your lips before you could properly think about it. ‘You wouldn’t be able to handle it’

‘You should try me’ he winked at you.

‘Careful, Odinson. You don’t know what you are about to start’ you laughed.

‘Tell me, then’ he dared.

It was probably the alcohol, but you suddenly saw an opportunity. You could always play it off as a joke. ‘Darling’ you purred, trying to mimic his usual tone. You took a step closer and stood on your toes, so you could reach his ears. ‘I would push you on the bed, tie your hands to the railing and I would take my time. Riding you slowly until the only thing you can do is beg me for your release’ you whispered in his ear.

When you got back on your feet, for a moment you thought you saw a slight blush on his check. You felt like you had gone too far. You opened your mouth, ready to play it off as a joke. But Loki grabbed your wrist.

‘Come with me’ his tone suddenly got a lot lower, and his face was serious.

You swallowed hard and were dragged along. Loki led you to the hallway and looked from left to right.

‘Do you even know where you are dragging me to?’ you laughed, because he clearly didn’t.

‘Fuck it’ he said. He tightened his grip on your wrist and before you knew it pushed you into the men’s room. He locked the door behind him and pushed you against the door. Before you knew it his lips were on yours and you were locked into a heated kiss.

He stopped. You had to catch your breath while staring into his eyes. His gaze didn’t leave yours. ‘You can’t do that to me’ he said.

‘Do what?’ you asked.

He took a step closer and pushed his hips against your stomach. You could clearly feel his erection through his trousers.

‘Do that’ he answered.

You tried to contain the big grin on your face. You had wanted this for so long, it felt like a dream, hoping you wouldn’t wake up. ‘And that only from a few words, can’t wait to see what I do to you when you see my naked’ you winked.

‘Don’t underestimate the power off words’ he whispered in your ear.

‘Don’t underestimate the power off action. Like in shut up and kiss me’ you answered.

He didn’t have to be told twice. His lips were on yours again. Your whole body felt like it was one fire. You grabbed his tie and loosened it a little. His hands were everywhere on your body, making you squirm against the door. You could feel the cheeky grin against your lips. Remembering what you had said to him, you decided to make good on your promise.

You pushed him back, surprising him a little bit.

‘Sit down’ you said.

Clearly amused, he put the cover down and sat down on it. His legs spread wide, even on a toilet the men looked like a king. You hiked up your dress to your waist and you sat down with your knees on either side of his thighs. You quickly rubbed him up and down, trying to find the zipper. Loki had closed his eyes, put his head back and moaned shamelessly.

‘Darling, I-‘ he started.

But you had found the button and the zipper. You quickly undid them both. You hiked your dress up a bit further, and before he knew it you sank down on his cock.

‘Fuck’ he cursed.

You slowly started to ride him. You were panting in seconds, trying to savour the moment of his cock inside of you. Every move made your whole-body tingle.

‘No panties? Maybe you aren’t such a nice girl after all’ he mused. He started to attack your neck with his teeth. Marking you, which made you move faster.

‘This dress was too tight for anything underneath’ you moaned.

‘You are driving me insane’ he growled.

You could tell he was getting closer, so were you. But you felt like teasing him a little longer.

A knock on the door interrupted the two of you.

‘Occupied’ Loki yelled. ‘I think we have to hurry’ he whispered against your cheek. Slowly kissing you, making your way to your ear. When he started to flick his tongue against your earlobes, you couldn’t contain your lewd moaning.

Before he could make a cheeky remark, you started to ride him slowly again. He threw his head back, exposing his throat to you. And you couldn’t help but sink your teeth into his skin.

‘Darling.. faster’ he moaned.

‘Beg’ you whispered.

His head shot back, and he looked at you with wide eyes. When you went even slower, you could tell he snapped. He grabbed your waist, making you yelp. He lifted you off and pushed you hard against the bathroom door again. Your legs wrapped around his waist, and he was pounding into you.

‘Please’ he whispered in your ear.

You came moaning his name loudly, the guy on the other side surely knew what the two of you were doing. Clenching down on his cock, triggering his own orgasm. He pumped slowly a few more times, before pulling out, and slowly helping you to the ground.

You pulled your dress down, trying to ignore the exciting feeling of his sperm dribbling on your thigh. Loki put his cock behind his zipper and straightened his thigh. He moves a lock from your hair back in place and bend down to kiss you deeply.

‘I’m sorry, I didn’t want our first time to be in the men’s room’ he genuinely sounded nervous.

‘Where did you want our first time to be?’ you asked.

‘I have been playing this over and over again in my mind. And I wanted to take you to my room. Undress you slowly, taste you on the tip of my tongue over and over again, until you beg me to stop. And only then I would take you, until the only word you would remember is my name. I have spent nights touching myself at the thought of seeing you lay naked against me, entangled in my dark green sheets’ he admitted to you.

You had to bite your lip to keep yourself from moaning loudly. The guy on the other end of the door was now knocking aggressively on the door. Both of you ignored him completely.

‘I’m beginning to get the power of words’ you whispered to him.

‘And I would very much like to get the power of action’ he winked. He unlocked the door, pushed you back behind him and swing the door open. You recognized the guy, it was the man with the dead marriage.

‘You should try taking your wife in there, it does wonders’ Loki said. The guy just looked at him in shock, mouth hanging open. You couldn’t help but laugh at Loki’s blunt comment. He grabbed your arm and the two of you quickly walked past the bar. Loki stopped for a moment and looked around. Nobody was paying attention. He quickly grabbed a bottle of champagne and the two of you almost ran out of there.

‘You just stole a bottle of champagne’ you laughed.

‘I think I stole you as well’ he winked.

‘Can’t believe this happened because of a joke’

‘We both know, it wasn’t just a joke’ he said before he kissed you again.  

[erigold13261]

Hi I want to hear about The Parent Squad ship (aka Neon J, mama and DJ sub as a ship) how did they get together? What is their relationship like? Thanks! Love love Sayu Pyunnnnn❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️💕💕💕💕

I had to go looking for the ship name because I forgot it, but it is called the Horizon ship or something along those lines! But yeah! I can talk about them! :D

Again, putting this under a read more because it is a LOT longer than I intended it to be.

This ship can have many different interpretations, I actually have a few depending on which pair gets together first (or if all three get together at the same time). For the most part though, in my own version of this ship, usually it is Neon as the center point between the other two, like the anchor or whatever.

I would say that my main interpretation of the ship has Neon and DJ being a sort of enemies to lovers, and Neon and Mama as close friends to awkward tension to lovers.

I don't usually have DJ and Mama as lovers as I see DJ as liking more masculine people, but if they are together they would be more like very lovingly platonic, if that makes sense. Like there will be days DJ or Mama just need a hug and Neon won't be there, so those two just cuddle together and talk, nothing really super romantic between the two, but very nice and comforting.

Anyway, in most of my iterations I usually have... actually, I think it's pretty even on whether Mama and Neon vs Neon and DJ getting together first.

DJ and Neon first: In situations where Neon and DJ get together first, it would be a bit faster, more physical, and Neon making a lot of the first moves but backing down almost immediately if DJ looked uncomfortable (which was often since DJ has not dated much). For me it usually takes a push from 1010 or the Sayu Crew (or both) to finally get these two idiots to break the ice fully and start dating.

After those two get together, I can see Neon getting closer to Mama without realizing it. He had let his guard down enough to relax more around Mama. And without her realizing that Neon and DJ were dating, she would kiss Neon one night after she put Yinu to bed after Neon had babysat for her.

This would terrify the shit out of Neon, thinking he is now a cheater and that he broke DJ's trust. He would feel like his ex-wife who cheated on him and how awful it was to find that out. And even though he was anxious and paranoid about losing this relationship, he would tell DJ immediately, after explaining to Mama why he freaked out.

She would apologize and go with Neon to explain what happened so she could support Neon and make sure DJ is mad at her, not him. But DJ is not that upset, he is a bit, but not as much as Neon thought they would be (which honestly, Neon thought he was about to be dumped and ghosted for the rest of his life).

The three have a chat, and DJ explains he is okay with the two being together if that is what Neon would prefer. Which is not at all what Neon wants. He loves them both, and hates himself for being like this, so indecisive and unhappy with just one person. It is like his marriage all over again where he had thoughts of being with other people, though he never acted on it.

After some time and more talking, calming Neon down from a panicked state, the three ended up coming to an agreement. I don't think them all dating was agreed to that very same night, but they did agree to take things slow and just see where things went. Over time they formed a really good bond and became a polyamorous throuple (or whatever it would be called).

Neon and Mama first: Similar to the other, Neon and Mama became very close while DJ and Neon were rivals. However, instead of Neon spending more time with DJ, he spend more time with Mama and Yinu. Either taking care of Yinu or helping Mama take care of herself.

He is still very careful about boundaries and tries not to push himself into either of their lives, but the fact that Yinu loved spending time at the mansion and playing with 1010 kinda forced Neon into her and Mama's lives.

As he took more and more care of Yinu with Mama, Mama started asking him to come to more events, like a school recital or even one of Yinu's doctors appointment so she wasn't alone. In turn Neon would offer her and Yinu to spend the night at Barracca Mansion or help him and Haym garden. It just turned into a cycle of giving more to each other.

I would say that one night, either after Yinu has gone to bed, or when Yinu is with 1010, so that Mama and Neon were alone, Mama ended up getting closer to Neon. She leaned against him and the two just talked. Neon was very nervous, thinking that something might be wrong with Mama, only for her to kiss him.

Neon was absolutely shocked by this. He was stunned silent and then started asking if she was okay and started making excuses because of to him this was not something that was supposed to happen. The two of them were not supposed to be together. He was not good enough for his ex-wife, why would he be good enough for Mama, who was a widow.

Not to mention he was terrified of possibly replacing Papa in Yinu's life. He loved Yinu like his own daughter, but his own daughter was raised by another man so he knew the pain of a daughter and father being separated, and he did not want to make Yinu upset about possibly losing the memories of her Papa because Neon took her position of father. It is a weird mentality that Neon has, but it is one that has stopped him from getting too close with Mama before now.

After he pushes her away gently, he explains this to Mama, who believes this kind of thinking is weird, but does not push it too much. At least, she wouldn't have if Yinu wasn't listening in on them and came out to hug Neon's leg and told him he didn't have to worry about replacing Papa, she could still keep his memory alive even if Neon and Mama started dating. She wanted both of them to be happy, and she would love to have Neon in her life even more, so if him dating Mama would do that then she wanted Neon to date her mama. Both were shocked and surprised but eventually started dating.

After being together for a few months, maybe a year (enough for Neon and DJ to start being friends and no longer idiots to each other) Neon and Mama ended up talking more about their past marriages, which let slip how Neon was always interested in other people when he was dating his ex-wife but how he never acted on any of those feelings. Which caused Mama to jokingly ask if he was interested in anyone else right now while they were dating.

He was silent. Mama, realizing Neon actually was serious interested in someone else, poked and prodded until he said he was started to develop feelings for DJ. Guilt and pain washed over Neon as he said this, only for Mama to hug him from behind and tell him it's okay. She doesn't care if he likes other people, heck he can go and have fun with DJ if he wanted, but just to let her know and to communicate with her. This was NOT the reaction Neon thought he would get, but honestly he was very happy with it and the trust that Mama had with him.

He didn't take her up on her offer for a while, not until DJ and him started getting closer over the course of a few collaborations and mini projects. One night Neon just hugged DJ's arm and the two started to dance to some music, getting lost in each other's company only for DJ to stop and ask about Mama as Neon and Mama's relationship was at least public knowledge to the megastars.

Neon explains the situation and even gets Mama on the phone to reassure DJ that it was okay, and then the two just went back to dancing. After a bit it could go either two ways: Neon brings DJ back to the mansion where the two hang out with Mama (who has either moved in or is staying there) or Neon drops DJ back at his apartment and Neon goes home to happily talk about the night with Mama while the two lay together. These situations continue to happen until DJ is just officially in the relationship now.

Mama and DJ together first: (I have never thought of this situation before, but I wanted to add it for some people who see these two getting together first)

Mama and DJ do not get along right off the bat once Yinu is added to NSR. They aren't RUDE to each other, but pretty cold. At least for the first few meetings since that is where they would have most of their interactions at first.

The first time they meet outside of NSR business was at a mall where DJ was being dragged around by the Sayu Crew to a store that Yinu wanted to go to. The Sayu Crew ended up taking Yinu all around the store while Mama and DJ sat down to rest.

The two ended up talking and Mama figured out that DJ is a parental figure to the Crew, which was not something she expected out of them. But the two's conversation was cut short as Yinu brought an item she wanted along with one she thought DJ would like and handed it to him before dragging Mama off to pay for the thing she wanted. The Crew kinda teased DJ because they all thought the item was perfect for them and it was funny that Yinu thought so too even though she hardly knew him.

Welp, over the next few meetings, Mama was a bit nicer to DJ though DJ was basically the same tone wise, he did put a bit more effort in conversating with her and Yinu though. Which all three ended up appreciating a lot.

After one of the meetings, the Sayu Crew invited Mama and Yinu out to an event that DJ was bringing them to since Eloni or Eve (either one works) couldn't make it with them and Yinu would really like it. They both agreed.

Mama and DJ were left alone for most of the event, leading to the two talking a lot. It was a very even talk, even though both are used to dominating the conversation, they were somehow able to work out a way that neither over shadowed the other during the conversation.

They talked about their childhood homes, their schooling, about plants and space. Both of them didn't even realize how late it had gotten as they talked until Yinu and the Crew came up saying the event was over. Yinu had a wonderful time and all the kids just started chatting up with Mama and DJ about all the cool stuff that happened.

I would say at this point, the two of them started growing closer. Maybe in a romantic way, but definitely at least in a platonic way at the moment. They would start searching for ways to get alone so they could talk more.

One time the two ended up somewhere cold and DJ gave Mama his jacket since the cold doesn't bother them. Another time on a walk Mama was able to pick fresh and safe plant life for the two to snack on. Other times it would be them with Yinu and the Crew, possibly a 1010, all just hanging out and enjoying ones company.

It gets to the point that Mama starts holding DJ's hand or DJ is wrapping his arm around Mama. Neither even realize they are doing this until it is pointed out to them, flustering both of them. But it only really made them want to be closer because now they realized they were unconsciously trying to be closer so why not just start dating.

Over the course of these two realizing they liked each other, Neon was there helping with the kids/teens. He would come up and talk with DJ when dropping off Zimelu for science lessons, or picking up Eloni from hanging out with the Sayu Crew under DJ's supervision. With Mama he would babysit Yinu at times, or hang out with the two and Haym when gardening, or even show Yinu how to dance and play other instruments like the violin.

Overall, Neon was in the background getting close to both DJ and Mama, but not nearly as close as the other two were getting with each other. Once the two started dating, he congratulated them and offered to be available more for Yinu or the Crew so they could have more alone time or to just help in any way he could. Which Mama and DJ did take him up on quite a bit. Though a bit too much.

Neon was running himself ragged trying to help everyone. He was helping Mama write music, developing Sayu's AI with the crew, keeping DJ on top of safety protocols in his planetarium, taking care of Yinu almost every other night, dealing with 1010 and both their shenanigans and mechanical upkeep, even helping Eve with art related woodworking stuff or Tatiana with excess paperwork. All of this on top of his managerial duties that not only covered 1010, but also robot and toy factories.

It got to a point that Neon collapsed in front of both Mama and DJ. Both were obviously worried for him, only to find out how much he was doing for everyone. The two ended up forcing him on a vacation, getting Tatiana's permission (heck, she was even in on forcing Neon to relax) and helping take care of him for at least the first few days as he recovered.

1010 helped too, but mainly they were keeping Yinu busy so Mama could help Neon. Well DJ and Mama ended up getting a lot closer to Neon because of this, appreciating him and the effort he put into their relationships even though these two never really noticed until now. They started paying more attention to their friend and all his good deeds that he has done.

After the forced vacation, Mama and DJ actually start inviting Neon with them to relax. They never called them dates because Neon would hate to be a third wheel, but it was basically like dates. Nice fancy dinners, walks along the beach, midnight drives in the countryside during full moons.

It brought them all together so much that Mama and DJ had a talk about asking Neon to join them in their relationship. At first Neon refused because he felt he would be an intrusion, but after a long late night talk on the beach, the three actually realized they all loved each other a whole lot and started their relationship all together.

[Okay wow, I REALLY did not mean to make this so long. But uh, hope this was a fun read! It was fun to write! :D]