#i can actually stack them.... heh...

[eggsandramem]

SCREEN FREAK STACK/silly/pos

aka a silly stack of three characters that are basically just old tvs/computers that i really like atm that i decided to doodle on the very very long drive for vacation :}

Ace, the one in the middle, belongs to @corey-beepington , while the other two are p.AI.nter (Pressure, top) and Scag (Regretevator, bottom)

[redsrooftopprincess]

Hello! I hope ur day is going well 😊😊

I was wondering if I could possibly request the bay boys and fem human reader (platonic)...she's been spending less and less time at the lair, and being secretive. April says that this is something that most teenagers do, but the guys can't shake the feeling that reader is hiding something from them.

So, one night, they decide to follow her. And imagine their surprise when they found out that the reader has a bf! Whewwww I can just imagine that the guy is going to start shitting bricks when they find out that the brothers that reader so lovingly talks about, are actually 4 humanoid turtles that will break him in half if he so much as hurts their little sister

(For this, can the reader be 18-19, and the guys are in the early 20's)

Little Sister

No warnings

"She's hiding something."

"Of course she's hiding something, Leo. She's a teenager." April replies with the strained patience of an exasperated older sibling.

"And you're sure she's safe?"

"For the fifth time, Leo, yes." She pinches the bridge of her nose and sighs, "If you're really that worried, you can ask her tonight." Putting her phone on speaker, she sets it on the desk next to her, she has an interview in about six hours she had to be prepared for. "Just please don't get… how you get."

"And what exactly is that supposed to mean?" he asks. She can hear his scowl through the phone.

"You know exactly what it means, Leo," she replies without inflection. "If you get authoritative on her you're just going to push her further away."

...

You're already twenty minutes late and the boys are getting worried. The living room has been prepared with pillows and blankets piled on the floor and high on the couch, a coffee table covered in so many snacks and drinks that it almost looks like they're levitating, two humans, four turtles, and one old rat, who all look up as Donnie announces, "She's on her way down," to everyone's relief.

"Hi! Sorry!" you call as you rush into the lair, "lost track of time."

"Yeah?" Raphael pipes up from his spot on the couch, "seems to be happening a lot lately." April shoots him a look. he raises a brow in challenge, but she says nothing.

"Yeah, heh," you try to play off casually. You ignore the eyes on you as you step into the living room and set your backpack down beside the couch, "life's just been busy, I guess. So what are we watching?"

Your attempt to quickly change the subject is missed by no one. Thankfully, they let it go, and the discomfort eventually eases as the movie progresses, a shitty B-Sci-fi/Horror that Mike picked out. By the end of the movie everything seems back to normal. Until you stand up to leave.

You usually stay a while after to hang out, or have Donnie help you with your homework. It was barely 8:30. They exchange glances.

"Heading out already?" Leo asks with a raised eyebrow.

You sling your backpack over your shoulder, "Yeah, I've got a study group tonight. Physics."

"It's Saturday," Mike argues.

"It's the only day we could all find that worked, and I think," you carefully step around Mikey and Donnie, "I should care a little bit more about my grades than about 'kickin' it with my besties'," you mock.

April rolls her eyes, she said it once, months ago, and you will still not let it go.

"You know, if you're having trouble in physics…" Don starts.

"Later guys! Gotta go!" you interrupt, calling over your shoulder as you hurry out of the lair.

The echo of the door closing rings in the silent space. The turtles remain where they are, their eyes moving from the door to their father who nods once and they stand and begin tidying up very efficiently.

"So… are we not gonna do anything about that, or…" Casey asks in the awkward silence.

Leo smirks, gathering a stack of paper plates destined for the trash, "we're giving her a head start."

…

Cuddled up in bed and comfortable, your boyfriend's arm wrapped around your shoulders, you're sharing memes on your phone when you suddenly feel him freeze.

"Babe…?" You question, sitting up and looking at him. His eyes are fixed on something outside the window, as the hand not around you reaches for the miniature NY Yankee's baseball bat on the side of the bed. You follow his eyes out the window and catch a flash of orange disappear beyond the frame. You grit your teeth. Overprotective jerks. Can't you have any kind of life? You place your hand on his leg, squeezing to get your boyfriend's attention, "babe, it's fine-"

"Stay here," he interrupts, climbing out of bed.

Oh no.

You stand up quickly after him, "Babe, really, it's fine. It's just-"

"Get behind me," he says, placing himself between you and the window, and squinting out into the darkness. "We know you're out there," he calls, as bravely as a boy barely dancing along the edge of manhood can, "we don't want any trouble," he says, "if you leave now, we won't call the cops."

He doesn't catch the quickly silenced sniggering from the other side of the glass, but you do, and you are filled with all the the rage and resentment of an untrusted younger sister. You huff a deep breath and cross your arms over your chest, "Mikey, get the the hell in here and stop terrorizing my boyfriend," you order.

Your boyfriend's head spins around to look at you, thoroughly confused then whips back around to the window when it begins sliding open in the casement. You watch his eye widen with a mixture of terror and confusion, and you're immediately worried you've made a horrible mistake.

One, followed by the usual three other hulking figures, enters from the darkness, and soon your boyfriend's small bedroom is "standing room only." You're glaring at each one of them, they don't seem fazed, Raph even smirks. He's almost proud of you for challenging them. They stand in a line, arms crossed, examining your boyfriend silently, who is almost dizzy with how fast his head is spinning between you and your big brothers.

"What the hell?" you yell after a moment, "You followed me??? Are you fucking serious??? Do you assholes trust me at all???"

Leo's gaze shifts to yours. "Study group," he says simply.

Oh, right. You had actually lied to them. You sigh heavily, deflating, but only a little.

"You've been sneaking around, Y/N," Mikey points out, "we were worried."

"That, and you've never needed help with physics in your life," Donatello adds, giving you a look. You mentally kick yourself, you could have said almost any other subject and it would have been plausible.

"So, you gonna introduce us, or what?" Raphael inclines his head in the young man's direction, smug smirk planted firmly on his dumb face.

You sigh again, still annoyed. the righteous indignation of a teenager is a powerful thing, "Guys, this is my boyfriend James, James this is Leo, Donnie, Mikey, and Raph."

James' wide eyes meet yours, "These…" he starts, before clearing his throat and trying again, "These, are your brothers?"

"That's right, toothpick," Raphael says, once again gaining his full attention as he places his own toothpick between his lips, and shifts it to the side of his mouth. Your boyfriend's eyes follow the action and he swallows, Raphael's smirk grows.

You like James, you might even love him, and there are some pretty damn good reasons for that. James realizes he has a decision to make. He loves you. He's pretty sure you're the first girl he's ever loved, and he's really not interested in loving anybody else, and if he's really in it for the long haul, that's going to means some things…

He takes a deep breath and stands tall, smoothing his hands over the front of his t-shirt, he then holds his hand out to the blue banded bara directly in front of him, introducing himself "like a man," the way his dad taught him before he left for deployment. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Sir. I assure you, I respect and love your sister very much, and I hope in time I can prove myself to be worthy of her."

The practiced lines are clumsy, but heartfelt, and the corner of Leonardo's mouth turns up slightly, as he grasps the boy's hand with his own. "I hope that, too. For your sake," tugging gently on his arm and pulling him in conspiratorially, he quietly informs him with a smile, "if you fuck this up, we're going to be the least of your worries. We've been training her to hurt people since she could walk."

Leo's smile widens when the boy glances in your direction, not in fear, but in respect and admiration. He's starting to like this kid.

...

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[darlingdreadwrites]

How Toby Got Kidnapped by an Elf

pairing: Ticci Toby x GN!Reader

part: 1, 2

summary: You and Toby continue your holiday festivities - more chaos ensues.

contains: toby being annoying, fluff, kissing, more christmas shit, insults used affectionately, gift-wrapping, watching a movie

warnings: no real kidnapping by an elf sorry... i forgot what happens when in home alone and im basing it off of memory. so if the sequence of events is wrong, blame my laziness

word count: 2.8k

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The cookies had been an absolute disaster – most of them were burnt, and only three and a half were still edible. The fact some of them were burnt to a crisp didn’t mean anything to Toby. He ate them up, licking his fingers and rubbing his stomach in a dramatic display. You stand on a rickety chair, balancing on your toes as you attempt hooking the last string of Christmas lights over the curtain rod. The living room was looking a little better now that you had two hands on deck. But that was only when Toby decided to actually help you and not mess around.

Toby stands below you, holding the tangled mess of wires like it holds some type of sentience. He had genuinely started believing that he cursed every Christmas activity he touched. And, while the evidence was stacked against him, you reassured him that there were still more activities to go. And you already knew the unpredictable storm that is Toby would wreak havoc wherever he could naturally. Despite this, neither of you were in any bad mood after the mishaps.

“Wh-why is it… so kn-knotted?” he mutters, his face scrunched in confusion. His hands jerk suddenly with a sharp twitch, causing the lights to jolt. He scowls at them.

“Because I bought the cheapest box at Goodwill,” you grunt, stretching just a liiittle further to hook the final loop.

“Ch-cheapskate,” he mumbles under his breath, his lips twitching at the corners. “You get wuh-what you pay for.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You finally manage to hook the light strand in place. You hop down, wiping your hands with a satisfied grin. “There. Done.”

“Cool. My turn.”

You turn just in time to see Toby drape the remaining strings of lights over his shoulders like a feather boa. It all seems normal at first, and you even think he was going to make some sort of joke. Suddenly, he steps somewhere that turns out to be very unfortunate for him.

The lights twist around his arms and his left foot somehow gets involved. Then, his hoodie pocket snags one of the cords, and he’s mid-spin, his legs tangling in some sort of interpretive dance. You don’t think the creators of Final Destination could have predicted a weirder way for him to end up like this.

“Help!” he yells, doing a very dramatic half-spin, arms flailing as much as he can move them. The lights flash on and off like an emergency siren. “I’m b-b-being… kidnapped-by an elf!”

“You did that to yourself, man.” You shrug, watching with zero urgency. His struggle is kinda mesmerizing, if you really think about it. “Honestly, it’s a fitting end for you.”

He flops face-first onto the floor, arms outstretched like he’s in a crime scene outline. The lights flicker around him in little blips of red, blue, and green. From his position on the ground, he cranes his neck to look up at you.

“Heh-help me. I’m d-dying.” He sounds like he’s completely serious. Like this is his last will and testament.

You cross your arms as you look down at him with all the pity of a jaded babysitter. “Good. This is what you get for covering me in flour.”

“I r-regret nothing,” he mutters, voice muffled by the floorboards. His body twitches – sharp and fast, his head jerking up once before flopping back down. The lights flash violently in sync with his movements. He groans. “Okay. Muh-might regret… one thing.”

You crouch next to him, eyeing the lights that now resembled some kind of jolly straitjacket. He tilts his head to glare at you again.

“Are you g-gonna help, or are you-you just gonna watch me suf-suffer?”

“Little bit of both, I think.” You smirk as you tug one of the wires off of his arm. It’s like trying to untangle a slinky from itself – impossible.

“’M gonna rem-remember this,” he mumbles as you pull the wire from around his hoodie. “Y-you’re… o-on my list now.”

“Oh yeah? What list is that?” you ask, twisting the wire free from his pockets. The process is made more challenging by his tics.

His eyes light up brighter than the Christmas lights wrapped around him as he smiles impishly. “My rev-revenge list.”

“Cool. I’m putting you on my ‘Do Not Resuscitate’ list,” you reply, tossing the last of the lights onto the couch.

“You… wouldn’t.” He gasps.

“Alright, fine,” you sigh, tugging the final cord off his ankle. “Get up, Tobes. We’ve still got gifts to wrap.”

“Wr-wrap gifts?” he echoes, eyes narrowing in immediate suspicion. “Why wuh-would I wrap-wrap something I’m… j-just gonna rip apart later?”

And, with that, you realize you’re in for another battle.

The living room was turned into a war zone – all in the name of wrapping gifts, no less. Scraps of crumpled wrapping paper are everywhere. Some were under the couch, tangled in a blanket reserved for the living room, and somehow stuck to the… ceiling fan? A roll of tape has seemingly gone rogue, half-unspooled and wrapped around Toby’s wrist. He called it his “sticky bracelet of shame.” The scissors only you seemed to find any use for were abandoned in the middle of the floor since he decided that tearing the wrapping paper himself would look prettier. You don’t know what that kind of logic was about.

You’re perched cross-legged in the carpet, folding the edges of a box with precision – the very image of patience. Toby is not.

He’s hunched over something that might have once been a square box and now looks like it survived a tornado. The “wrapping” job consisted of tearing different wrapping papers until the small box turned into a ball. To secure it – and this was true genius – he’s mummified the thing in so much tape it could withstand a nuclear blast. You weren’t even sure he even put the gift inside because, glancing just a little way behind him, you could see the random can of beans he was going to gift to Brian. Not in the box, you note. Toby sits back, arms crossed over his chest like he’s just conquered the world.

“Done,” he says with finality, a triumphant grin on his face. His fingers twitch once and his head jerks to the right with a sharp tic. Then he turns to you with a look of expectation. “P-p-pretty good, huh?”

You stare at what can only be described as an abomination. You tilt your head slowly, the way one would observe something colossal crashing down in slo-mo.

“What… is that?” you ask, barely able to keep your voice steady.

Toby points at it like he’s revealing a masterpiece in a museum exhibit. “I-inno…inn-ovation,” he declares, punctuating it with a dramatic, self-satisfied sniff.

You snort so loud you almost choke. Your head drops, shoulders trembling with barely contained laughter, before you can manage to face him with a semi-straight face.

“It looks like you fought it and lost.”

Toby gasps and snatches the bundle off the ground, cradling it to his chest like it’s his firstborn child.

“It’s called style,” he huffs. His voice pitches higher, his stutter more pronounced as he speeds through his words. “S-s-sssorry you duh-don’t have t-taste.”

That only makes you laugh harder, nearly falling forward into a pile of discarded paper. He glares at you but can’t seem to hold it for long. His face cracks into a wide, toothy grin.

“Jealousy. Tha-that’s what this-this is.” He points at you with both hands like he’s figured you out. “You only wuh-wish you could be this g-good.”

“Yeah, I’m so jealous of whatever nightmare you created. Teach me your ways, Toby.”

Toby gasps in mock delight.

“S-so y-you admit it!” He leans toward you with wild eyes. “Bow. Bow to… mme, lowly cr-crafter.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Bow.”

“Never.”

“Never?”

He launches himself at you, dragging you into a mess of paper, tape, and chaos. Yelping, you try to wriggle free, but Toby has the upper hand. He pins you with one arm, his hands sticky from tape usage. He plants a dramatic, loud kiss on your cheek, punctuating it with a “Mwah!”

“Victory,” he says breathlessly, forehead pressing against yours – grinning like a maniac. His hands twitch, one eye squinting with a tic, but he doesn’t pull back.

“Okay, Picasso, why don’t we finish our job?”

“Sure. Since-since you’re so des…perate for my bril-brilliance.” Then, before you can respond, he boops your nose with a tape-covered finger. “B-boop.”

The comforting glow of the boxy TV bathes the room in soft blue light, flickering like the flames of a fireplace. You are curled up on the couch next to Toby, a blanket draped over your legs. Toby was sat next to you, arms and legs sprawled. You were taking advantage of his moment to get some good cuddles out of this movie thing.

“Home Alone, huh?” he mutters, scratching at his arm with the edge of his sleeve. His head jerks to the left with a quick tic, and he follows it with a low whistle. “Is-is this uuuuh-bout that psycho kid?”

“Not psycho, just resourceful,” you reply, stuffing a handful of popcorn into your mouth.

Toby catches a stray one that lands on the blanket. The fingers of his other hand drum against the backrest like he had too much energy to sit still.

“Th-they just fffforgot him?” Toby says suddenly, pointing at the screen as Kevin’s family race through the airport. “Are you… s-serious?"

“Yep.”

“If I got left-left home, I’d just leave. Pfft, problem solved.”

You shoot him a look. “Yeah, you’d last five seconds out there.”

“Ex-excuse me,” Toby looks at you, one hand pressed to his chest. “I could ssssurvive anyone that messes with me. Walk up, act craz-crazy – boom – they’d bolt.”

As the movie plays on, the commentary doesn’t stop. He flinches with every slapstick moment, whistling when Kevin outsmarts the burglars.

He gestures urgently at the screen, where Kevin is laying out micro-machines like a battlefield. “Look at that! Too much work. Just throw a f-frickin’ hatchet at ‘em and call it a day.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Big words for someone who got stuck in packing tape for twenty minutes and managed to get tied up in Christmas lights by yourself.”

“That wuh-was a strategy failure.” He pokes at your cheek. “Not a re-ffflection of my abilities.”

“You lost to tape. And lights… And a fridge.”

“And… here I am. A survivor.” He grins and leans over, biting at the air near your shoulder like a teasing dog. “Bet yuh-you wouldn’t last.”

At one point, Toby jumps so suddenly at a scene that the blanket you’re sharing gets yanked halfway across the couch.

“Can you not?” you ask, tugging it back.

“I-it’s not my f-fault! That kid-kid is crazy!” He twitches once before sprawling out again. He shoves a handful of popcorn into his mouth, and, for a moment, everything was peaceful. Then, a trap on screen sent one of the burglars flying, and Toby wheezes, nearly choking. “BAHAHA—look at him! Look at him flop like a—” His cackling turns into coughing, and you hand him a water bottle with a flat stare.

“Let’s add popcorn to that list of things that can defeat you.”

“Sh-shut up.” He wipes his face with his sleeve, still grinning like an idiot.

By the time Kevin’s final showdown with the Wet Bandits begins, Toby is practically vibrating with energy. His feet tap against the floor, and his hands twitch in anticipation for every trap.

“This is g-g-genius.” His voice hitches with a tic as he watches Kevin rig a paint can on a string. “H-he’s gonna de…stroy them. R-respect.”

When the iconic moment happens, Toby lets out a victorious laugh, grabbing your arm in excitement.

“D-did ya see th-that? That’s how-how you do it! Wuh-we’re trying th-this next year!”

You shoot him a look. “If you so much as think about rigging paint cans in this house, I will-“

“B-but you sssaid-“

“Toby, no.”

“Toby, y-yes,” he replies, mimicking your tone before collapsing into laughter. You can’t help but laugh too, shaking your head slightly.

Toby’s excitement had worn off as the movie was entering what he thought was sappy territory. Now, he was going over the traps and how much he loved the Wet Bandits.

“Why didn’t they just-just, like, l-leave? Walk away. C-cut their losses.”

“Because they’re dumb, Tobes.” You pull the blanket up to your chin. “That’s the whole point.”

“Stup-stupidest criminals of aaall time,” he mutters, folding his arms in feigned seriousness. “I c-c-could run circles around… them.”

“You couldn’t even run circles around packing tape.”

“I wuh-will tape your mouth shut.” He smiles innocently despite his words.

“I’d like to see you try.”

The credits begin to roll. Gentle, tinkling music plays softly in the background, like it was trying to lull anyone withing a ten-mile radius to sleep. The glow of the TV dims, and you sit still, eyes half-lidded. You watch as the names scroll by like they might spell out some hidden message. Toby was quiet next to you. That wasn’t like him.

Normally, he’d still be talking, cracking jokes about how he could’ve done crazier shit than Kevin. You’d be hearing some pretty heinous things because that was normal for him. And it’s not like he was tired – he would never shut up then, either. His head twitches to the side, fingers playing with a loose string on his hoodie.

“You good?” you ask casually at first.

“Yeah,” he replies, his voice low and soft. His lips press into a line, and he flicks his eyes back toward the Christmas tree in the corner of the room. The ornaments sway gently.

“It’s… it’s-uh, nice, I guess.” He shrugs one shoulder.

He’s totally downplaying it, you think.

You shift on the couch so that you could look at him better. “The tree?”

He doesn’t respond – he just picks at a seam on his sleeve, and another involuntarily whistle comes from him. He opens his mouth like he was about to say something, then closes it again.

“Hey,” you say softly and nudge his arm. He doesn’t flinch, but he tilts his head just a bit toward you. “Talk to me.”

“It’s just…” Toby exhales deeply through his nose. He rubs his hands together momentarily – slowly, deliberately. His next words came quickly, like if he said them slowly, he’d choke on them. “I ne-never really did any of this. Th-the tree, movies, all this stuff.”

He glances up at you and looks away just as fast. It was like he accidentally looked at something that was too bright to comprehend. “Guess it-it-it’s… nice.”

Your chest aches a little and your brows furrow. Not in a sad way, but in that way where you realize someone’s been missing out on something they didn’t know they needed.

“Well, you’re stuck with it now.” You grin, leaning into his side. “We’re doing this every year. Tree, movies, the whole thing. Even the chaos.”

Toby snorts and tilts his head to rest it lightly on yours. “Cuh-could do with-without the, uh, the wrapping part.”

“It is not my fault you wrapped that present like it was struggling to go down.”

He lifts his head and nudges yours back with his own. “It was… art, actually.”

“It was garbage,” you say through a laugh. He leans back, eyes drooping as he looks at the Christmas tree one more time.

“Merry Christmas, loser.” His voice is barely above a whisper. He turns his head back to stare at you, and you smile at him.

His eyes shift to yours, lingering this time. No darting away. No quick glances like before, or any jokes to interrupt the silence. Just… stillness. You can see it in the way his breathing is slowing down, the way he glances at your lips. He slants his head, slowly closing the space between you. He wasn’t sure he knew he was doing it until he was close enough to feel your breath on his skin. You’ve kissed before, but this felt different.

He presses his lips to yours gently. It wasn’t dramatic, rushed, or messy. Just a warm, soft kiss like those in the movies. His lips stay there for a moment, just enough for you to sink into it. You pull back just a little to get some air before diving back in with your head at a different angle. You can feel the warmth of Toby’s palm as he lifts his hand to cup your cheek, and –

“What the fuck happened in here?!”

The two of you jolt apart as if struck by lightning, your heart pounding wildly as you shoot a wide-eyed look at Toby. Toby’s eyes dart to the kitchen, then back to you. Somehow, he finds a way to smile in this situation.

“…R-run?” he suggests, already standing up.

“Run!” you agree, pushing yourself off the couch as fast as you can.

“THERE’S FLOUR IN THE CEILING FAN?!” Tim’s voice echoes from the kitchen, filled with fury.

[blushblushbear]

May I ask if Marshmellow tried to stalk Cole or Scale? What would happen?

Honestly, I don't think Marshmallow would get very far with either of them lol

Cole:

tries to play it cool

tries to play it coy

but he knows your watching

pretty early on actually

he won't lie, though it surprises him, he's getting a little thrill from the attention

he always enjoys moments when it's clear you're just as obsessed with him as he is with you

I think once he clocks on to the fact that you're watching more often, he tries to make himself seem more idly--- handsome I guess??

like oh, look at him, so intellectual and refined, reading the news while sipping his black coffee

out what class

what sophistication

he's sooooo smart

and soooooo dashing

honestly he probably looks a little douchey let's be real

like one of those guys who really wants to look SOOOO smart and contemplative, oh he's working on his novel at starbucks next to a stack of philosophy books so everyone can see him being an Intellectual Writer

pfff, dork

but honestly anytime he has even the most minor embarrassing stumble, he's low key hoping that you're not watching

though almost certain you are

I think he starts to go through life as though you're watching him, even if you're not

an actor strutting and fretting his many hours upon the stage for an adoring audience of you

except when he knows you're definitely not watching him

cause he's watching you <3

honestly, y'all both kinda fucked up but I guess you're made for each other XD

Scale:

just like Cole, notices right the fuck away

honestly he notices IMMEDIATELY

and he calls you out on both the fact that you're following him and also the fact that you're bad at it

he actually calls you out the majority of the time

EXCEPT when you're watching him training

then he just--- quietly pretends he doesn't notice

and also that he's just Really Locked In to this work out he's doing

(he's definitely just SOOOO focused on his training that he didn't see you there)

(he's toooooootally not purposefully showing off in front of you or anything)

(oooo, he's soooo cool and dedicated)

(soooo serious)

(soooo manly)

(you're def sooooo impressed, who wouldn't be!)

I think even in those times, he does call you out EVENTUALLY (he's got a rep to protect after all, can't let anyone think he's slipping up)

but it's always played in a very 'oh, didn't see you there. Sorry, *hair toss* I was just... so focused on my meditation, I kinda lost the world around me for a second. Heh. Anyway, care to join me??'

honestly, he's just as much of a dork as Cole smh

[fir-fireweed]

Okay, seems I can't stay away haha...

But it's about the whole Tellus thing! You see, from what I've seen when interacting with the IF community, I've noticed something I like to call "first RO bias" - basically, the first RO the public meets often ends up being the fan favorite. At least when you meet that one RO and then some time passes before you meet the others, I mean (doesn't really apply when you meet them all in the same chapter or even if you meet a few in one chapter then a few later). It makes sense if you think about it, as people get to interact with that one character for a while before they meet other ROs, and since it's likely they'll have to go through one or two builds of the WIP before the other ROs even appear (possibly meaning a few months IRL), they'll start exploring the actual romance options with that character and then, even when other ROs appear, they'll just stick with them instead of going for others.

Now, why am I telling all of that since Tellus isn't a RO? That's because he clearly has romantic feelings for the MC, so even if he isn't an actual RO, the players get these same "starting romantic interactions" before even meeting the actual ROs, which sort of tricks the reptile brain into thinking "this is the one" heh. Now, Tellus himself is a sweet boy, so it makes sense he's liked to begin with! But I'm sure the phenomenon I'm talking about "stacks" with the fact he's an endearing and likeable character.

I've noticed I rarely have first RO bias, and yeah... It sort of shows? Don't get me wrong; I liked Tellus. But I felt way more bad about MC's mother, or even about the fatal beating before the main killings at the end of the demo than I felt about Tellus, as we didn't interact THAT much with him either. Not as if any of that could even come close to the dreaded chapter 10 of Viatica though. I cry every single time I re-read it.

Hello again, konoi! That’s an interesting theory, I can certainly see that happening. From an author’s standpoint, I know it’s easy to favor that first one, too. Cough Lion cough 😅 I think it also has to do with unrequited love; readers may empathize with him more due to that.

Thanks for the ask, my friend!

[cosmicstarlatte]

Pumpkin Carving (Obey Me!)

The guys want to try out pumpkin carving. How does it go?🎃

»Characters: Demon Bros+Dia, brief side characters as judges »Tags: Humor/Fluff, Bulleted Fic »Notes: Part of OM! Flufftober 2023 // reblogs are always loved & appreciated :3 // halloween divider by saradika!

Lucifer: The Show Off™️

Decided to go for an intricate design for his pumpkin

He worked carefully & put his entire lucifussy in it

It was beautiful watching him work his magic he looked like he was creating a symphony

However his pumpkin looked like mush in the end

Everyone laughed. Everyone. Satan & Belphie the hardest.

Solomon: "...it looks great Lucifer. I can see the hard work you-"

"Don't patronize me."

Mammon: Macaroni Art Vibes™️

Complained saying the whole thing was lame but he got really into it

"Heh, look at the little guy!"

It actually looked really cute for his first pumpkin, it had a simple silly face!

Took photos with it only because "it's the type of thing you're suppose to do!"

The judges liked his very much & he came in 3rd place🙂

"...Ya so where's my reward!?"

Levi: Limited Edition Collector's Item 2023: Akuzon Fall Exclusive™️

Geeked out because he always wanted to carve a pumpkin! JUST LIKE ANIMES!

Of course he had a ruri chan stencil already made, he was waiting for this day

His pumpkin actually looked really good & made with love! He even added glowsticks to it!

However dun dun dun, tragedy struck!

He dropped it before he could show the judges

Poor baby cried his eyes out & you guys had to buy him his favorite milk tea

Satan: The Smashing Pumpkins™️ (please don't sue me, thanks!!!)

A little too good with a knife

Made the best intricate design out of everyone, it wowed the judges (& pissed off Lucifer)

Then he started punching & smashing it, completely obliterating it

Beel tried to eat the flying pieces that flew into the air

Delicately placed a pretty candle on top of the mush as the finishing touch

Solomon: "...You know what I like it."

He came in 2nd place!

Asmo: Bedazzled & Bright™️

"It screams 'I AM the now' you know!?"

I mean, he added jewels & even a mini light up disco ball inside

He carved his face into it & it projected his face onto a wall

some say they saw it reflect on the night sky like a hero signal

Was Luke's favorite because it looked fun & bright!

Note: his pumpkin got stolen off the HOL porch during the night.

Beel: Frankenstein Era™️

I know what you're thinking & no he didn't eat it 😐

(Everyone made sure he was well fed before doing the group activity)

His pumpkin looked the silliest, he added mini pumpkins to it & stacked them

Solomon: "What do you think would happen if we brought that thing to life?"

Barb: "Don't."

He did snack on the few pumpkin pieces that got carved out

...OK yeah he ate it all in the end but that was later!!! Leave him alone! He tried so hard!!!

Belphie: BANKSY™️

Didn't really want to participate but whatever brother Lucifer says, goes.

While everyone carved & decorated their pumpkin, he just napped on his like a pillow

Lucifer scolded him for doing nothing to his pumpkin

Belphie challenged him saying it was a work of art & up to interpretation

The judges 'ooo & ahh'd'

His pumpkin came in 1st place

LuciferGrindingHisTeeth.jpg

It's possible Lucifer chucked the pumpkin into oblivion when no one was looking

Diavolo: THE Pumpkin Face™️

"You can't beat the classics!"

Wanted to do a classic pumpkin face to keep human tradition! He appreciates human culture!

He took his time, stenciling was fun & cutting was a little rough

It got a little messy but he enjoyed it

The pumpkin ended up being a thing of nightmares but no one had the heart to tell him

(Barbatos cringing in the background)

Luke fainted at the sight. Dia naively took it as a sweet compliment

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[whatifyoulivelikethat]

sting, m | myg

pairing(s): yoongi x reader — mentions of husband!seokjin x reader

summary: “Please let me borrow your husband.” “You can if I can borrow Seokjin.” And so Min Yoongi was here, sitting on a ivory-colored leather sofa, surveying Kim Seokjin's wife with a critical eye. He hadn't expected to be in this position, but it was his wife's request and he never disappointed his lovely (devious) wife.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; the other side of the wife swap in honey, m (ksj) and Yoongi is about to fuck his hyung's wife, yup; D/s smut (fem reader, he is borderline mean, manhandling tbh, choking kink, hair pulling, nipple play, he spits on her tits, m-receiving oral / face fucking, ass + pussy slapping, m-masturbation, fingering, standing doggy, overstimulation / multiple orgasms); non-idol!BTS - dom!Yoongi x not-his-wife, sub!reader; Yoongi's POV

his outfit is inspired by the 'D-Day' Agust D ver PC photos, leather moto jacket and ripped jeans, and ofc his long black hair ;)

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“It’s fun sometimes, to do the wrong thing and get away with no consequence.”

“Please stop giving me tangerines.”

“Ahahaha…”

If anyone was not afraid of falling in love with Kim Seokjin’s wife, it was definitely Min Yoongi. He set the fourth… actually, fifth tangerine onto the stack in front of him on the coffee table. This attempt at offering delicious fruits to lessen the obvious awkwardness was not working. It wasn’t that Yoongi did not like tangerines. He loved them. Refreshing snacks that came in their own compostable packaging? Truly nature’s finest work.

“If you want my fingers stuffed in your holes, it would be rude of me to cover them in tangerine juice,” he explained calmly, pushing back his long dark hair and raising an eyebrow at Kim Seokjin’s wife.

She turned pink and started sputtering.

He remained calm and expressionless, recalling the conversation that made it come to this.

“She’s interested in you,” his wife had said with a small smile.

“In me?”

“As she should be, because my husband is handsome, talented, and a sex god.”

Yoongi hadn’t married his wife because she was humble; she was simply honest.

Obviously.

He had been called to action and he intended to fulfill his promise. Interested in him, hm? Yoongi wasn’t one to boast about his sexual prowess himself and, anyway, he was infinitely better now than before his wife. Took a god to create another, right? He half-smiled, knowing his wife would enjoy such a comment. But he had to put those thoughts away at the moment and not be disingenuous to the lovely lady in front of him. His hyung had taste in women, all right. She was pretty in the way that was easily approachable. Kind eyes and a soft demeanor. He knew Seokjin’s wife well enough to know she was usually had a more casual, clean style, but today she wore a black slip dress with a matching black lace bolero. The seams of the dress framed those juicy tits perfectly. No bra either. Such easy access. The dress was within her realm but fancier and sexier. He suspected that the outfit was his wife’s encouragement to get him in the mood. Heh. She was really enjoying orchestrating all this, wasn’t she? She knew what made him tick and how to frame this moment to make him want it within his grasp.

A challenge.

Yoongi couldn’t refuse to back down from a challenge to himself.

In contrast, he had arrived in his worn, black leather moto jacket, faded white-and-grey t-shirt, and distressed acid-wash slate jeans. Again, his wife’s doing. He had asked her what to wear. She had suggested for him to dress comfortably – probably to create this juxtaposition on purpose. Most times, he tended to dress up when visiting Seokjin’s home. The, uh, neighborhood seemed to call for it. But not this time. He hadn’t even tied up his hair, just left it shaggy and unkempt, leaving him looking more roguish than usual.

He heard his wife’s growling whisper in his ear.

Stop fucking around.

He let out a slow breath and flicked his eyes up.

Raised an eyebrow.

Seokjin’s wife was attempting to say something to him, red-faced and wringing her hands adorably, but Yoongi raised his hand and placed a single finger on those soft, glimmering pink lips. No matter what, he had to remind himself of her position. Therefore, he was going to avoid using her name directly unless it was absolutely necessary. He also preferred less talking. He needed to be in his head to pull this off.

He stared into those wide, expectant eyes.

Spoke slowly, using the lower octave of his vocal range.

“The safe word is tangerine.”

These self-imposed boundaries were not because Yoongi didn’t like her as a person. He did, but Seokjin’s wife was not his wife, so the emotional turn-on was missing. And, unlike his wife, his domspace was in a deeper place. He had been spoiled by his love and her energy. She always coaxed out his darker desires with ease, but this time he had to bring out his primal side by himself to lead properly.

“You will not speak unless I ask you a direct question.”

He raised his chin, volume barely above a whisper.

“Do you understand?”

She nodded quickly.

A small spark raced down his spine and Yoongi licked his lips, removing his index finger from her lips.

In complete silence, he hooked two fingers around the hair elastic on his left wrist and pulled up, raising his arms in a creak of leather to tie back the top half of his hair. Partly to get it our of his eyes. He secured his ponytail and lowered his arms, trailing his gaze up the sheer thigh-high stockings to lush hips flush against the sofa cushions to small hands clasped tightly in front of her chest and then finally to shaking irises that were taking in his half-tied back hair.

Heh.

Her lips parted, simply staring at him.

The corner of his lips ticked upward.

Then he shot his arm out and grabbed her by the throat.

She yelped, hands flying up and gripping his wrist and edge of his palm, but Yoongi had done this many times. He immediately locked his hold but did not press inward. Instead, he pushed his shoulder forward, forcing her body to tip backwards slightly, suspending her upper body in the air.

 “Ah, Yoongi-oppa–”

He closed his other hand over her mouth, gripping her cheeks tightly.

“What did I just say?” he warned.

Stern, with an edge of danger. She nodded very quickly even though technically this was not a question to agree to. He let it slide. He tilted his head, still covering her lips.

“Scared?”

The terror in those eyes was not as honest as it could be.

“I’m not going to hurt you.”

He removed his hand and traced a line from temple to chin, keeping his touch feather-light and gentle.

“I’m only going to push the line of pleasure and pain,” he murmured.

Yoongi only had a vague idea of what was expected of him. He knew she wanted to be truly dominated as this was not usually part of her sex life. He didn’t really want to know specifics anyway. He only wanted to know what he could do that was different. The issue was that apparently his hyung couldn’t be detached and impartial. In short, Seokjin worried too much because he was too sweet. Sometimes he sacrificed acting so it didn’t affect his performance. He had strength and he could be overbearing, but not exactly in a rough take-what-you-want way.

Yoongi tucked a spare strand of hair behind that delicate ear.

“It might sting though.”

He noted the small gold hoops covered in diamonds. Hm. Pretty. Maybe he would ask for the brand later.

Then he smiled.

Calmly.

And choked her.

The sensation of power seeped into him. Thick, heavy, coating his senses, dripping like hot honey, drawing all of his focus into her surprised eyes, those petting fingertips stroking the exposed veins and tendons along the back of his larger hand, soft mewl calling for him, and Yoongi felt his lips curve into a knowing smirk, honing his attention on the submissive wordless plea falling from those lips.

He raised his body with one knee on the sofa, half-standing, hovering over her, adding pressure to the sides of her neck, slowing down the blood flow. A beautiful flower trapped in his clutches. He leaned in, tracing the edge of his teeth with his tongue.

He could almost taste the nectar.

“Hah…”

Let his breath warm those open lips, running his fingers through her hair.

“I would say, let’s play nice, but.”

His wickedness unfurled.

“I have no intention of playing nice.”

Yoongi tangled his fingers into her hair and yanked hard, relishing in the pained whine before taking it away by the throat, choking her into silence. Closed the distance, lips hovering over shaking lips, but he denied that too, dragging his tongue over her cheek, tasting flesh and anticipation.

“Did you really think I would kiss you?” he purred, letting the words stir and curl in the depths of his chest. “Let’s see if you can earn that gift, hm?”

He didn’t bother to be gentle. That wasn’t the point and, besides, that consideration was reserved for his love. He let go, simply releasing all the pressure instantly, and settled back onto the sofa, not even giving the grace of a glance in her direction. He heard her reel from the sudden punch of oxygen and freedom, collapsing slightly in wheezing coughs, and Yoongi immediately placed his hand onto her shoulder and shoved her to the floor, hooking his leg around her body and dragging her in front of him, on her knees.

She gasped, gripping his thighs, looking up with pained eyes.

He dragged himself forward, on the edge, and looked down with a grin.

“Pretty in pain.”

He let go of her shoulder and hooked his fingers over the edges of the bolero and the straps of the slinky slip dress, lifting and sliding them down her arms in one smooth motion. She squeaked, suddenly self-conscious but he knocked her hands away, tucking the upper half of the dress under her breasts, chuckling darkly. Nipples already hard, plush tits pushed up by the dress. He cupped his hand under her chin again, gripping tight. Lifted her up to set her back straight so her tits were pushed out, her exposed body between his open knees.

He made his voice was cold and as deep as possible.

“Show me how you play with your tits for your husband.”

Not choking yet, but her breathing was already short, whimpering. Slowly moving her hands from his legs and flattening her palms against her breasts, kneading them lightly, unsure how to proceed. He let it be humiliating. Not reacting, ticking his head and lifting his eyebrow. Did not remove his hand though, tipping her head back more in warning. She gasped, moaning softly as she pinched her nipples, pulling them out and toying with them more.

“Harder,” Yoongi growled.

Shaking whines as he watched her obey, pinching harder, squeezing her breasts so they spilled out against her fingers, her eyelids fluttering as he subtly applied pressure. He lowered his face, staring into her glazed-over eyes.

“What is the safe word?” he asked directly.

“T… T-Tangerine.”

Yoongi nodded. “Hm. Good girl.”

Her face lit up from the praise until he spat on her tits.

She yelped and her whole body jerked, glossy saliva dripping down the curves and sticking to her skin, but he ignored it, choking her hard as he raised his hips and unbuttoned his jeans with his free hand, speaking calmly and slowly.

“You said I reminded you of tangerines,” he mused, recalling the earlier conversation. “Soft on the inside, tough peel on the outside. Mmmm, but I don’t know about that.”

He abruptly let go again, sending her into a spiral of sensations. Rushing blood, tension broken, air flooding into her lungs, and he took the moment to lower his jeans and his underwear. He thought about removing more but honestly he enjoyed this power play more. He reached behind her and wound the lace bolero down, trapping her squirming arms. She was utterly confused and then suddenly frozen, staring at his hand around his hard cock. He ran his thumb against the side, locking her head in place with his other hand, spreading his fingers over the crown of her skull, bringing his hips forward without a word.

He licked his teeth, open-mouthed smirk dripping sin.

“Now, I know hyung wouldn’t marry a woman with a subpar mouth, so let’s see what you’ve got.”

He pushed her head down and thrust roughly into her throat.

He settled his other hand behind him before fucking her face, not fast but deep, enjoying the little jolt of her shoulders as he did so. Tight and soft, just as he liked. Not nearly enough tongue, but he didn’t fault her for the lack of technique. Probably not every day she got face-fucked in such an uncomfortable position. Therefore, he didn’t put the pressure on her to get him off but rather used her like a toy, back and forth, smacking his balls into her chin, tucking his tongue into his cheek as he looked down and watched her breasts bounce with his force. Her whimpers added vibration to pleasure, and he curled his fingers into her hair, imprisoning the position of her head so her mouth could serve his cock, each snap of the hips anchored by his torso and thighs, letting him put real force behind his action.

He remained silent and amused.

Her eyes were squeezed shut. Her hands were pinned down to her thighs. He saw her fingers twist into the hem of her dress, lifting it up. He kept the pace consistent, building his orgasm, feeling it to his core, wet, hot, tight, muffled cries stuffed back into her throat over and over again. He tilted his hips down, running the head of his cock along her tongue for more stimulation. The hardware of his moto jacket clicked with his repeated thrusts, the leather hot and stuffy, the kind of discomfort that only added to the mood. The whole situation reminded him slightly of how he had been back in the day, barely an adult thinking he could do whatever and whoever he wanted.

Feeling good by doing the wrong thing and getting away with no consequence.

He exhaled hard.

Small tears gathered against her lashes, the strain and desperation of being good blatantly evident.

“I see what your husband enjoys so much now.”

Her eyes opened a little.

Glassy.

Used.

Delicious.

He came down her throat, raising his hips to stuff it down.

Her eyes rolled back, whimpering and almost sobbing, hurriedly swallowing to breathe. He bit back his wince, oversensitivity crawling up his back, and pressed deeper, groaning as he felt his cock jerk in her tight throat, squishing more cum into her tongue. He pinned her head there, sucking in a hissing inhale to get his bearings, her breath warming his lower belly.

Good job, my darling.

Yoongi snarled deep in his chest. He knew his wife too well. Could nearly imagine her here, watching carefully and with that small smile that meant she believed he could do more. Be more. Push the limit. Fuck. He let go, throwing off his jacket as the woman between his legs gasped and moaned, spent from being used. But it wasn’t those hazy, lust-drunk eyes that were in his head.

However, you’re better than that, aren’t you?

He knew he was being stared at. He was a spectacle right now. His falling jeans, the tangle of chain and leather bracelets clinking on his wrists, the way the large t-shirt clung off his torso, his half-tied up long black hair, the faint sheen of sweat along his flushed cheekbones, and, finally, his furrowed brow and sharpened gaze, looking down at the pretty thing between his open legs.

“Stand up,” he commanded.

He didn’t waste time going to the bedroom.

He pulled the condom from his jacket pocket and yanked her up by the arm, bending her over the side of the ivory leather sofa. An unceremonious position for Kim Seokjin’s beautiful wife, but Yoongi didn’t give a shit. He peeled the lace bolero from her arms and tossed it onto the floor, shoving his hand down on her upper back. She squeaked, falling forward onto the cushions and his leather jacket, grabbing it tightly as he caught her waist, steadying her body just before harsh contact.

“Spread your legs,” he said coolly, borderline bored.

“B-But–”

Smack!

The flat of his palm instantly stuck her ass. She yelped and squirmed, stifling her cry by burying her face in his jacket, and he made no move to comfort, pushing down on her lower back so her round, inviting ass popped up more.

“You do not speak unless I ask you a direct question,” he sternly reminded.

She made a choked noise of agreement.

“Good girl.”

He couldn’t help but smile when she mewled softly at his words. So easy. He fanned his fingers over her ass, tapping lightly. Watched her fingers curl into his jacket, covering herself with his scent. He ghosted his touch over his half-hard cock and hummed, gently drumming his fingertips down, closer, leisurely.

Then he slapped her pussy.

Already wet, creating a loud squelching sound. She cried out, back arching, throwing her head back, and he continued, hard slap after slap, using the full expanse of his hand to amplify the sting to skin. She tried to close her legs and he forced them apart with his knee, casually stroking himself as he did so, unexpectedly interspersing hits between her ass and soaked pussy. No rhyme or rhythm, just deadly calm and his own soft sighs of satisfaction completely contrasting the force behind his hand. It was all too easy to slide his fingers down her slick slit.

Yoongi bent down, rubbing her clit firmly as he whispered above shaking shoulders.

“You want this cock inside you, don’t you?”

He only now noticed that he had slipped into his satoori, forgetting to speak properly. It didn’t seem to matter through, because she was clawing at his jacket and whining, yes, please, y-yes, a fresh wave of shuddering moans when he shoved two fingers into that tightness, viciously pumping them in and out. He kept her waiting, just for seconds longer, jacking himself off as he felt her walls suck him in, clinging and pulsating around his fingers, hot skin radiating against his.

Enough is enough, Yoongi told himself.

He debated on removing his shirt but decided he didn’t care. Reached back to his falling pants' pocket and pulled out the condom, pulling his fingers out to rip it open. Sweet honey clung to his knuckles but it didn’t hinder him. Seokjin’s wife gasping into the sofa, ass flushed pink, trembling legs struggling to hold herself up.

He rolled the condom down.

“Go ahead and scream.”

It was necessarily a scream per se, but it was a very loud feral cry that suddenly echoed about the living room the moment he shoved his full hardness deep inside, adding a snap of his hips to bottom out. He exhaled hard, gripping her ass and lifting it roughly to adjust the angle. Easy when she was melting against him, clawing at the sofa for some kind of hold. No need, but he didn’t say so, enjoying her euphoric agony. He could feel her ass grind into his crotch, inner walls gripping him tightly, and he secured his hold on her hips, locking his fingers, and began to fuck her right against her own sofa.

He hoped she remembered picking out the furniture.

Hoped she remembered discussing it with her husband and laughing as their butts tested various contestants before selecting this very particular one, only to be bent over it and taken like an animal, face against the cushions, the metal zipper of his leather jacket cutting into her breasts as she bunched it up under her chest, gasping and moaning from his powerful, deliberate thrusts. Yoongi made it last, choosing power over speed. He tensed his pelvis and leaned forward to get that depth, panting, pressing his fingertips into her waist hard enough to leave bruises.

“You wanted me to choke you, wasn’t that it?” he breathed out, heavy and raspy. “Where did you get the audacity to ask for something like that?”

“A-Aah, p-please… she–!”

He smacked his palm against the side of her hip and she cried out, throwing her head back, hands slipping against the leather. The answer didn’t really matter.

“And what make you think that you wouldn’t face the consequences?”

Yoongi was just in the mood to taunt.

He was nearing the edge so he gripped one of her shoulders, bending over her smaller body and slamming his hips into her ass, violent pleasure snaking into his veins. He looked down to see her face turned, cheek pressed into his jacket and the sofa, mouth open and eyes squeezed shut, whining pathetically as he buried his cock deep inside and hissed, feeling her pussy pulsate and clench around his jerking length.

No time to breathe.

He spread his fingers over her upper thigh and held tightly onto her shoulder, lifting her upper body up. Reflexively, her hands planted onto the sofa to support her, quivering arms and all, and that was exactly what he wanted.

With some effort, Yoongi twisted his right wrist and choked her.

His left hand slid down and he rubbed fast, tight circles over her swollen clit.

“Your boldness needs to be punished.”

Moaning, crying, whining, her whole body becoming rigid and then ransacked by shivers. Strangled whimpers of his name but Yoongi didn’t stop, pushing for another orgasm that he could still feel even around his softening length. He was large enough that he hadn’t slipped out. She no longer had any control over her body, second orgasm incoming, the overwhelming pleasure eating up all common sense and the highs blending into one another, extending his own pleasure as her pussy convulsed, thick, honey-like cum sticking between their joined thighs. Her arms went limp, collapsing, and he had less than ten seconds to hold her up before gravity would knock them down.

He clenched his jaw and pulled back.

Standing was a loose term for what was happening. Yoongi had to grip the side of the couch so he didn’t stumble, keeping his grasp on her collarbones to press her hot body against his, still shaking from the intensity. The room reeked of sex. His cock was sliding out. He should have gotten rid of his jeans. They were a hinderance around his calves now.

Sigh.

Seokjin’s wife was fully leaning on his chest, gasping lungfuls of precious air.

His own wife was probably having her own way with Kim Seokjin right now, but she was a better planner and not this messy.

Right?

“Hey.”

He grabbed one of her tits and sank his fingers into it, kneading roughly to get her attention, but the eyes that greeted him were completely unfocused. Nice.

“Let’s take a break.”

She tried to rut into his crotch but his hand shot up, grabbing her chin and yanking it to his face, forcing her into an uncomfortable twist of her exhausted body.

“I will rephrase. Stop.”

She whimpered, unable to fight him. He softened. She was very pretty. Too innocent-looking and airheaded for him, but that didn’t matter. It was very clear that she enjoyed it, but now Yoongi could see there was hesitancy in asking if he did. Probably had something to do with the unapproachable air of his demeanor right now. He toned it down a little, closing in the distance. He wasn’t much of a talker, which didn’t suit everyone. He relied too much on his wife to infer from his actions but it wasn’t fair to apply that line of thinking to everybody. He had to do his best to be communicative even if he wasn’t saying something directly.

“Don’t give me those puppy eyes,” he murmured, rubbing his thumb over her cheek. “You’ve earned one kiss.”

He tilted his head and kissed her deeply. Strands of his hair fell forward, loosened from his ponytail, drifting onto her temples. Gentle, delicate, sliding his tongue lightly against hers. He let it last. He could taste desperation. It made him smile into the kiss.

There was no rush.

He had a lot of time left.

His hand slid down, his long fingers decorating that neck.

“And more to do,” Yoongi whispered to trembling lips.

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[magicalbats]

Kinktober Day 21: Lingerie

Rating: R-18+

Word Count: 12,750

Warnings: Afab!reader, lingerie (male wearing), rimming & anal fingering, oral sex (all male receiving), prostate massage/milking, I don't believe I used any gendered language in this one but if something slipped my radar I apologize

A/N: I know I said I was going to wait until these were all done to start posting them but as I was looking at my progress on the prompt list I decided to just say fuck it, we ball. These probably aren't going to come quite back to back (heh) but there shouldn't be too big a gap between them either. Basically your take away here should be to never trust anything I say lol

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The taverns of Mondstadt are a great place to hide in plain sight as long as you’re a regular. New faces stand out even in a crowd but an old familiar face can easily be overlooked if you play your cards right. Don’t draw too much attention to yourself. Don’t talk to any other patrons beyond what was strictly necessary. Mind your business. It’s quite easy, really. Anyone can do it, even the Captain of the Cavalry who’s charming smiles and dashing good looks far precede his reputation amongst the knights. 

Kaeya, for his part, is exceptionally talented when it comes to such games and that makes the sleight of hand all the easier to pull off. He knows how to keep his cards close to his chest while at the same time showing any curious onlookers exactly what they wanted to see. What they expected. It was a matter of simple misdirection when you got right down to it, but a soundly effective one. He wasn’t one to disappoint a captivated audience if he could help it, after all. 

You understood this to be one of many on the gradually growing list of things you liked about him, and it was at least partially what made playing with him so damn fun. Sometimes it felt like you couldn’t get enough of this titillating subterfuge. 

“Looks like I win again.”

Consideringly, you glance over the cards he’s set down on the table in a near perfect, fanning arch. It did certainly appear to be a winning play for him which meant another loss for you to tally up on your side. That was fine though. You weren’t exactly betting all your chips on the opening act when you still had the real show to look forward to later. This was just something to kill the time. The true fun would start afterwards and you were sure to come out on top, victorious as well as properly satiated in the end. That, at least, was a certainty rather than a gamble. 

“So it seems,” You agree, giving him a quick smile. “You’re having awfully good luck tonight, Captain. You wouldn’t happen to be breaking any rules to stack the odds in your favor, would you?” 

He laughs like it’s an absurd suggestion. Like he wasn’t known for doing just that with enough regularity to become a noticeable trend to anyone who knew him beyond a surface level acquaintance. The average citizen wouldn’t recognize it for what it was. Even the knights working directly under him in the Favonious Cavalry would only suspect it but they’d never know for sure and they probably didn’t grasp the full scope of it either. Kaeya was good at playing the role of a harmless philanderer, yes, but unfortunately for him so were you. 

As one of the sole members of the specialized intelligence scouts that reported directly to Captain Eula, you were just as adept at reading people and taking on various roles as he was. In many ways you were a glorified spy, often going undercover to infiltrate enemy lines — usually that of treasure hoarders and their ranks. The only real difference between you and him was that covert sting operations were actually in your job description. Kaeya couldn’t say the same, yet that didn’t stop him from taking on many of the same kinds of tasks you would have been assigned. He could have easily given you a real run for your money if he’d wanted to. 

You felt relatively certain that, sooner or later, he would have been recruited into the Reconnaissance Company just the same as you if only that unfortunate situation with his adoptive brother hadn’t happened. With a captain's seat empty and needing to be filled, the answer had been an obvious one. 

But fate, as they say, weaves itself into the most curious of patterns. It wasn’t really your place to speculate any further than that, though it is hard not to let your mind wander sometimes when there were so many ‘what if’s and ‘could have been’s floating around him.  

Thinking the two of you would have made quite the team in another lifetime, you lean forward to brace your elbows on the table. Deliberately casual and unassuming. That was the name of the game while the rest of the tavern went about its business, blissfully unaware and none the wiser to the subtle foreplay being exchanged right in plain sight for anyone to see if they’d just stop long enough to actually look. 

Some would have called this risky but you thought it really quite tantalizing for a first course appetizer. 

Kaeya does the same, mirroring the motion, except he reaches out to curl his fingers around the humble pile of mora sitting in the center to claim it for himself. As he pulls it over to his side, his open shirt shifts with the movement. You just catch a glimpse of rich red lace when it barely peeks out from behind crisp white cotton and your pulse starts to speed up. It was bold even for him but the heightened chance of discovery only further feeds into your own excitement for what was to come. What it suggested.

“I don’t need to stoop so low as to intentionally rig the game, my friend.” He tells you quietly under all the wordless din of drinking and merrymaking. It would have been easy to miss had you not been so fine tuned to the presence sitting across from you that you may as well have been the only two in the room at that moment. “I’m just lucky enough to be enjoying a nice winning streak this evening, that’s all. To be honest I’m a little hurt you’d lobby such a baseless accusation against me. You know what they say about sore losers …” 

“I’m sure you’ll get over it. What’s a little friendly banter between colleagues after all, right?” He chuckles at that, and your smile quickly turns into a grin. “I’ll admit, your ability to turn things around is quite remarkable though. Wasn’t it just last week when you suffered a resounding defeat at my hands playing Eilfern? Now here you are winning at Whist as if you’ve never lost a game in your life and you don’t still owe me from last time.” 

The way Kaeya looks at you over the table speaks volumes, but no one on the outside looking in could ever guess at the effect it was having on you by the way he casually shifts in his seat. He doesn’t look like someone with any real investment in the conversation, neither the game nor this ongoing exchange with you. It all appears very lackadaisical and unimportant to him but you weren’t fooled. You knew better than that. 

“Oh, you’ll get what you won from me last time. No question about that. Don’t tell me you’re in such dire need that you’re getting desperate for it after only a few days?” 

If you were the type, you would’ve been blushing straight up to your ears. “Need I remind you, Captain, that I wouldn’t be amicable to playing these card games with you if I didn’t expect my winnings in a timely fashion.” 

“So you are chomping at the bit.” The sound of his laughter is like the soft caress of silk on your skin as he leans forward as if to share a confidential word with you. Either a secret or something important that isn’t meant for any of the other patrons to overhear, but all it does is provide you with another brief glimpse of the lingerie hidden away behind his clothes when his shirt pulls open a bit more at the subtle stretch. 

It’s entirely calculated from the motion itself to the way his clothes are too tight in some places and concealingly loose in others. The fur embellishment on his capelet and the long hair that slips forward over his opposite shoulder thoroughly saw to it that no one else besides you would be able to get a good look at the delicate lace pulled taut over his chest. The people sitting nearest to your little corner table might have been able to make out a curious shock of red on the Captain’s otherwise cool toned attire but they’d never be able to tell for sure what it was. Only you were privileged with the knowledge and you subconsciously lick your lips at the tawdry show he was putting on. 

This was something of a routine between the two of you at this point. A tradition of sorts. It was impossible to say when it had actually started or where it had escalated to this level of intimate favors exchanged under the guise of gambling wagers but you were immensely glad for it. You won at Eilfern the last time you’d met up and you’d told him you wanted to see him in lingerie. Before that he’d gotten to finger you for what felt like hours, until the sheets were totally soaked underneath you and you’d begged for it; babbling unendingly until he finally fucked you proper and much to your sobbing relief. 

Since it looked like he’d won this round, you wondered what he would choose to do to you when next you got together for your little game nights. The thought alone is enough to almost make you squirm in your seat. 

“As always you are much too full of yourself, Captain Kaeya. A single night of wins goes straight to your head and further inflates that already oversized ego of yours.” 

“Really now, you wound me.” He doesn’t look at all hurt or even very put out as he pulls himself up and leans back into his chair again. Like a perfectly placed prop, his open shirt slides into place to leave only the usual keyhole showing off the coppery brown skin across his pectorals. Not so much as a hint of red in sight anymore. “It was not my intention to leave you wanting and waiting. I’ll pay up, just as we agreed. We can’t have it being said that I don’t keep up my end of a bargain, can we?” 

You pin him with a pointed, deliberate look. “I would certainly think you’d care about your reputation enough to do that much.” 

Inclining his chin in agreement, Kaeya makes a sweeping gesture toward the back of the tavern. “Then by all means, let’s find somewhere a bit more quiet to continue this conversation.” 

Suppressing the urge to smile, you move to stand and he follows suit. The way Kaeya unfolds himself from his chair is something noteworthy, all long legs and perfect stately posture. Some men of his height manage to look gangly or uncoordinated but he is decidedly neither of those. It’s like even at rest he’s so thoroughly perfected the performance that it imbues everything he does right down to the most benign. 

You can’t help but wonder how you must look standing together as he comes around the table to flank you. He’s left the pile of mora behind, more than enough to cover the tab and a generous tip on top of that. The owner and sole bartender of the establishment is likely the only person who has any real notion of something going on between the two of you but his silence on the matter was effectively guaranteed. To everyone else it likely just looked like a friendly, casual meeting between two knights. That wasn’t so strange, especially not for someone like Kaeya who enjoyed so much popularity amongst the citizenry. He was on good terms with just about everyone. 

You, on the other hand, were much more of an unknown to the general populace. It came with the job description. But no one even gives you a second glance now as you make your way towards the back of the establishment where the secondary exit was located in a cramped little alcove. At a glance it would look like you were leaving to go somewhere else and the curiosity of any nosy eavesdroppers would’ve already been safely satisfied by the exchange at the table. Kaeya wouldn’t have suggested taking leave if he’d even so much as suspected someone was paying more attention to the two of you than simple passing interest, and you were likewise certain that it was safe to make your move for much the same reason. 

The rear exit you make your way towards is located directly next to the rickety, well used staircase that leads up to the second floor where the rooms for rent were housed. It was both to give traveling merchants and passing tourists an easy way out so they didn’t have to go all the way to the front, and to ensure an easy traffic flow. You’re pleased to find the coast completely clear despite the late hour, and you take a sharp turn to climb the stairs with Kaeya right on your heels. The weight of his presence just behind you is as comforting as it is full of the velveteen promise of what was yet to come. On one hand you knew you could trust him at your back in the platonic colleague sense. But on the other, much more pressing hand, you also knew you could trust him to give you a night to remember. He always did.

Unfortunately for him — or fortunately, depending on how you wanted to look at it — you were much more interested in blowing his mind tonight. He’d left you feeling punchdrunk and floating in the ether last time and now it was your turn to get a little payback. 

You can hardly contain your excitement as you reach the landing and make your way down the row of doors until you reach the last room sequestered in the far corner. Arrangements had been made earlier in the evening when you’d first arrived, when it was still slow and not likely to raise any eyebrows; and the heavy wooden door swings open with a quick turn of the key given to you by the owner. Kaeya lets you enter first then steps in behind you, pulling it shut and locking it again in quick succession. No one would be interrupting you any time soon, barring any unexpected emergencies cropping up at the worst possible time. 

“So,” He says, unfalteringly casual about it as he leans back against the shut door. “Regarding the prize I owe you. I can take a guess, I’m sure, but what exactly did you have in mind with this?” 

Quickly spinning around, you step into him and close the distance, your body pressing flush to his in one smooth motion. You, impatient? Never. “You’ve already kept me waiting long enough, don’t you think Captain? Let me see you first and then I’ll decide what I’m going to do with you.” 

Bringing your hand up, you reach for one side of his shirt and he tips his chin down, attentively watching as you peel it away. You’re afforded a much better look at the brassiere now, the thin lace of the cup stretched over his broad chest in a way that was not dissimilar to that of your own, although it lacked much of the same weight and fullness. His figure was far from feminine but that didn’t make it look any less appealing in your eyes. The color is especially striking against his rich skin tone which surprises you slightly when you were so used to seeing him in his signature blue. Who would’ve guessed.

You pull your attention back up to his face again, brow quirked in question. “What made you go with red?”

The smirk that tugs at his mouth tells you exactly why. “I’m afraid you never specified a color. I just assumed it was up for me to decide and you didn’t particularly care either way.” He puts his head to the side, looking oh so very smug and pleased with himself. “Why, don’t you like it? And I spent so much time picking this out too.” 

Trying and failing to conceal your smile, you lower your gaze back to his chest. You can even see the darker bud of his nipple showing through the delicate lacework and it looks undeniably inviting like this, trapped behind a thin layer of fabric yet still in plain sight. Idly, you reach up to tease it with a featherlight brush of your fingertips. Was this just a small taste of what men felt when they were graced with seeing a woman in alluring lingerie? If so then you were certainly starting to understand the fascination. 

“Rather than if I like it or not, I think the better question is how did you feel wearing this under your clothes out there? Did it excite you, Kaeya?” 

He subtly shifts against you, reaching for your other hand. You let him take it without a fuss and he rather pointedly directs it to the front of his pants. He makes you cup him, curling your fingers around the bulge there, and your next breath comes in a quick little gasp. It was far from completely filled out but he was getting there fast. 

“Is this answer enough for you?” 

“Oh my,” You relent, sighing softly when he twitches and grows against your fingers. His pants were already so tight you didn’t think his placket would be able to restrain a full erection if you didn’t get them off him soon, and time was clearly ticking. You’d have to move this along but it’s impossible to resist the urge to tease him just a little bit for his eagerness. “You’re always so cool and composed, Captain. I had no idea you were this bothered. I’d have never guessed you were hiding away such an excitable prick in your trousers. How do you manage to make it look so easy?” 

“Plenty of practice.” 

It’s his turn to step into you now. He casually walks you back, using his greater size and weight to guide you until you’re distantly aware of the waiting bed sitting stationary just behind you. The room is not a very large one but it serves its purpose perfectly well. 

Eager to see the rest of him, you bring your hands together to fumble with his belts and then the fastens on the waist cinching band around his middle. Kaeya shrugs out of his capelet with a quick flick of his hand while you work on buckles and latches, the distant rustle of it hitting the floor sending a quick shiver up your spine. Then his fingers come up to touch the underside of your chin and tip your face towards him. You gladly rock forward, going on your toes to accommodate the height difference and accept the kiss he bends to place on your mouth. 

Working together, you get him undressed one layer at a time. His corset is quickly discarded, the flouncy white shirt soon joining it followed by the tighter, clinging black top underneath. He looks so good standing there naked from the waist up, in nothing but a bra that had quite clearly been tailored to fit the broad expanse of his chest's width and the fingerless gloves he chooses to leave on for the time being. So good in fact that you almost allow yourself to get distracted. Side tracked with questions and exploratory hands, eager to map out this new take on familiar territory through your sense of touch. But then he moves to kick off his boots, hands already at the waistband of his slacks to make your own excitement ratchet up another notch, and you promptly forget what you’d wanted to do. 

Watching him take his pants off is always entertaining in its own right, because his legs are so long and the material so form fitted it takes a bit of shimmying on his part to get them pulled down. This time is even better than usual though, because more and more of the bottom half to the lingerie is revealed the more he peels them away. You're a little surprised when you first glimpse the top of the garter belt, the same shade of red and just as finely made as the brassiere, but you don’t quite have the presence of mind to pretend to be scandalized by it. Not when it was easily one of the most mouth watering sights you’d ever seen. 

Kaeya’s waist was already small even without the corset there to keep it in check and the crimson band hugged around it just makes it look even more gracefully svelte. Decidedly grabbable. You couldn’t wait to do just that, your fingers practically itching for it while he steps out of his pants. 

The matching panties were, predictably, much too thin and flimsy to properly contain his cock but they do a valiant job trying. This is the only part of him that looks in any way out of place or disheveled so you had to give credit where it was due to whoever had done the tailoring. His balls were half spilling out of one side and his swelling length was tenting the front of the material enough to pull the whole garment askew. But his confidence remains unshaken and he merely reaches down to try and adjust himself without so much as an ounce of shame to show for it, although it does very little in the way of good. 

Unable to hold yourself back any longer, you step forward to touch him. Gently lay your hands along his narrow waist and give it a squeeze to bring his attention up. “Don’t worry about it. You look amazing.” 

“Please, I don’t look anywhere near as good as you would in this thing.” He laughs, low and sultry, the sound so edged with silken promise it makes your loins curl in anticipation. “I admit I didn’t really understand why you wanted me to dress up like this at first. That’s usually the sort of request a man makes in this kind of arrangement, no? But it’s actually not so bad, other than …” 

Rather pointedly, he tries to nudge his testes back into the underwear but of course it doesn’t work. You share another quiet laugh with him, giving Kaeya a wry grin to accompany the finger you suggestively slip into the waistband of his panties. 

“Now you know how we feel when you start making unreasonable demands of us. Unfortunately for you, this kind of underwear isn’t really meant to hold anything in.” You give the material a quick tug and let it go so that it lightly smacks back into his hip. “What you need is something with a little more coverage to really hold you in place, Kaeya. Maybe a waist high pair with mesh so you can still show off that pretty cock of yours.” 

“Oh,” He breathes out, evidently liking that idea. “I’ll remember to bring you along the next time I decide to go shopping for panties then.” 

You can’t seem to keep the smile off your face as you lean into him, dragging your hands up his sides to palm along his ribcage. His skin is so smooth and creamy, you could get lost in just touching him like this for hours on end if only time and duty would permit it. “Promise?” 

“Yes, you little pervert.” He murmurs, his tone growing hushed and thin. “I promise.” 

Bending at the waist, he kisses you again. Slow and steady even when your hunger clashes with his and doubles the weighty sexual tension in the room to leave both of you all but trembling with pent up need. You have all night though, and you don’t want to rush it. Especially not when he looked so damn good like this. Tall and lean, appropriately muscular in the places one would expect a knight in his prime to be, and yet delightfully petite in others. Kaeya was not an overly large man by any stretch of the imagination but his innate masculinity was undeniable. Even like this, even wearing the sort of lingerie meant to compliment a woman’s figure, to hug curves and emphasize certain assets, there was an air about him that was all man. 

Something as simple as lingerie couldn’t take that away from him and, although it perhaps wasn’t quite what the maker had intended, it was most definitely showing off his assets. 

Abruptly you realize he’s reaching for the front of your slacks and you pull back from his mouth, giving his fingers a quick, playful swat. “Hey, now. This is my payout from our bet so that means I get to call the shots, right?” 

A soft hum of amusement. The knowing twitch at the corner of his mouth that pulls his smirk a little wider. Oh, he knew exactly what he was doing. You should have expected as much from him. 

“Of course. Your wish is but my command. I just don’t think it’s very fair that I’m practically naked and you get to keep all your clothes on, that’s all.” 

“Hmm, and yet I don’t think that’s dissuading you by the looks of it.” You murmur, sending his straining cock a slow, pointed glance. Was that a tiny wet stain starting to form, bleeding through the lacy material? He was practically begging for it at this point and you were so very eager to give it to him. 

Trailing your sights a little lower, you reach down to tauntingly flick at the dangling garter clasp over his toned thigh. Kaeya’s twitching length eagerly flexes behind the thin barrier that tries its best to contain him at the close proximity of your hand, pushing the material further out from his pelvis. You could probably guess why he’d forgone the hose his garter belt should have hooked to but you were still a bit disappointed at their absence. His legs were so long and lean, firm from years spent atop a horse but densely packed with muscle. He would have looked stunning in them. 

“Didn’t have enough time to find yourself a pair of stockings, Captain?” 

He issues a low, breathy laugh even as he tries to subtly shift his weight from one foot to the other, attempting to angle his cock towards your hand. You’re quick to pull it away though, uninterested in giving him even that simple satisfaction or folding to his needy little demands just yet. Soon, but not yet.  

“I thought about it,” He says, obediently stilling again now that it was clear his bid wasn’t going to work. “But I’m unfortunately not half as well versed in these matters as you seem to be giving me credit for. I wasn’t sure what you would like and, more importantly, I didn’t know what would fit properly. There were so many options to choose from and I’d already made quite enough of a spectacle of myself, don’t you think?” 

“Did you go to the shop I told you about?” At his nod, you reach out again. Touch fingertips to the tight muscle running up his thigh and lightly draw your nails across it to make his breath come out in a tiny huff. “Then your secret is safe with them. I’d trust that dressmaker with my very life. I’m certain she would have helped you without any judgment or snide remarks.” 

“Dully noted.” 

You’re obviously distracting him quite a bit but Kaeya still manages to find the wherewithal to drag his attention slowly down your legs, like he was half remembering, half imagining how they would look without your pants in the way. He doesn’t make an attempt at wrestling control from you though, nor does he start throwing his greater weight around even though he very well could. In truth, he is perfectly compliant and malleable for you like this. Those were the parameters of the game, after all, and if there was one thing Kaeya could be trusted with it was his word. 

The agreement at the offset of this arrangement was that the winner took all while the loser paid up in full, no questions asked. You’d initially been wary to agree, anticipating him to stack the odds in his favor just so he could play out whatever pigheaded fantasies that seemed to plague the minds of men, but that had not been the case. Not only was he far more inclined towards soft, drawn out encounters of a rather tender persuasion, he was also perfectly amenable to taking orders too and he never cheated. As far as you could tell he really was just the type of person who craved intimacy with another but could only feel truly comfortable with a set of rules in place to give it structure. Almost like … it was almost like he feared giving too much of himself to a lover. Of saying too much, revealing too much. 

Playing it out this way would allow him to step back before things got too serious and he crossed a line he either wouldn’t or couldn’t bring himself to cross, as unwilling as he was unable to take that risk and find out what existed just beyond. It gave him the option of temporary companionship without any of the expectations that came with a traditional coupling. Perhaps it would have been sad had it not been exactly the same for you. Glorified spies weren’t exactly famous for their long life expectancies, you know. 

Finally deciding to take pity on him, you slide your hand inward and brush a light touch against the darker skin of his ballsack. His chest rises with a quiet hitch, hard nipples cutting up into the material of the bra as his one visible eye takes on a heavy lidded quality. It’s clear he’d been eagerly awaiting your touch and now that he’s got it a stiff edge starts to creep into his posture. 

Smiling up at him, you gently tease the weight of his testes where the skimpy underwear can’t quite seem to keep them contained. “It’s a shame I didn’t wear stockings either today, otherwise I could have given them to you. I mean it, Kaeya. You’d look so good in a nice pair of thigh highs.” Still fondling the silky flesh in your hand, you lean up to swipe a quick tongue over one tightly coiled nipple through flimsy lace. His lashes flutter for a brief moment and then he seems to regain his bearings, looking down at you like you hung the very moon and the stars in the night sky. Like he would do anything you could possibly ask of him in that moment. “Not to worry though, Captain. We’ll get you sorted out soon enough. For now though …” 

You give his balls a gentle, coaxing tug and he obediently shuffles forward half a step. It’s hard not to grin, seeing the kind of power he lets you hold over him in private like this. 

“Why don’t you give me a spin and let me see the back?” 

An almost affronted sound bursts out of him, as much a throaty laugh as it is a question at where your thoughts were headed. To his credit he doesn’t protest or act embarrassed about it though, and you simply let your hand slip away from his testicles when he moves to turn around. 

You’re not particularly surprised to find that the reverse of the garment is just as skimpy as the front. It’s hardly any wonder that such flimsy underwear can’t hold him in place, and you find yourself giggling as you slip a finger into the thin strip of fabric running between the cheeks of his tight little ass. Although hardly practical in terms of everyday wear, this was in many ways exactly what you’d been hoping for. 

“I have to be honest, Kaeya. I half expected you to go for something much more modest and reserved than this. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you belonged in a brothel rather than on top of a horse leading the cavalry to victory.” 

“Hah. Do I really seem the shy type to you?” His response is edged in mirth and something much thicker, something that darkens his usually flirtatious tone. A challenge, you think, and it brings yet another smile to your face. 

“No, you don’t. Which is precisely why I think you deserve a reward for not disappointing me.” 

He starts to draw breath, already formulating a no doubt witty remark on the tip of his silver tongue, but it audibly catches when you curl your finger inward. Find the tight pucker of his hole and just brush against it. The tension running through his body abruptly doubles and then triples, becoming some almost tangible, vibrating thing. You can feel it bleeding into you through the contact even for as brief as it is, and you lightly rub the pad of that digit over his entrance again. Just testing the waters. Seeing how amenable he was to this type of play before you pushed your luck any further. 

Evidentially frozen to the spot, Kaeya just stands there for a long, harrowing beat of uncertainty. You’re sure that’s what it must be. But he manages to recover quickly enough, seems to shake off the surprise gripping his lungs. He hesitates and then gingerly pushes back, surprising you more than just a little bit. You’d teased this part of him in passing before but not like this. Not with the suggestion or the context of true penetration involved. 

There’s no denying it’s presence now though and your opposite hand instinctively comes up to hook over his shoulder, both to hold him in place and to gently nudge him down on your fingers again. 

“Oh, Kaeya,” You breathe out, flicking over his hole with a light back and forth gesture. Back and forth, back and forth, up and then down. “Are you sure you’re ready for this kind of reward?” 

“Even if I’m not, I'm certain you’ll prep me for it, won’t you?”  

Cheeky. That’s what he is. 

Giving his ass one final, lingering pass of your finger, you withdraw completely to grab a pinching tight handful of one cheek and offer it a quick jostle for good measure. “You’re right about that. Why don’t you be a good boy and get on the bed for me?”  

A quick, playful swat to his behind gets him in gear. He slowly turns back around to face you with a quiet, throaty laugh and you glance down as he moves to step past you. Something not unlike delight lights up within your chest at the way his cock eagerly bounces within the confines of his panties, the bleeding wet stain obvious now. It was hard to say what, exactly, he was expecting you to do next but he doesn’t question it. Doesn’t get huffy or roll out the masculine grandstanding. Just obediently steps up to the bed so he can climb on top, somehow still so poised and elegant even while wearing women’s lingerie with his balls hanging out of one side. So much so that it looks almost second nature to him, in a way. Yes, a reward was certainly due. He’d be in for a real treat here in a minute. 

Thinking back on the last time you’d fooled around and the absolute dripping mess he’d made of you, you decide that payback is indeed a bitch. 

“Like this?” He asks, posing like a tawdry slut on his hands and knees with his firm ass in the air. Some men may have looked ridiculous and laughable trying for sultry like that, but Kaeya somehow manages to pull it off. Between the svelte arch of his back, the way his narrow waist gradually tapers up to broad shoulders and the coquettish way he looks back at you, it’s clearer than ever that he knew how to put on a show. Even the heavy weight of his erection dragging at the paper thin garment trying to hold him in isn’t enough to make him look silly or awkward, and it probably would have made you green with envy had you not known with absolute certainty that your stake on him had already been claimed. This wasn’t a competition. 

“Not quite what I had in mind but it’ll do.” 

Stepping into the space between his feet where they dangle over the edge, you hook your finger into the red fabric running up his ass and tug it aside. His hole is dark and smooth, not unlike his ballsack in its silken appearance, and ever so slightly raised from your earlier minstrations that had only teased the muscle, not tested it. You’re distantly aware of him tensing up as you bend to get closer, opening your mouth to unfurl your tongue, but you don’t pause long enough to allow him a chance at protest. 

The first pass over his entrance makes Kaeya jolt like you’d electrocuted him, a tiny sound of startlement escaping his mouth. The second makes him hiss a soft expletive under his breath, and a third has him huffing out the faintest whimper you’ve ever heard. He shifts on top of the bed then, twisting his upper body to look back at you with his uncovered eye. Even from where you’re busy tonguing his asshole, you can clearly make out the fluster dancing across his face and it fills you with warm, fluttering delight. 

“I know you’re in charge here but … you don’t have to do that on my account.”

You come up for a fresh breath, pinning him with a saccharine sweet look. “What, you mean like how even when you don’t have to go down on me you do it anyway? Oh, I know. This is just a warm up though so let me have my fun, okay?” 

With a quick wink you swoop back down to press the flat of your tongue against his hole, swirling the wrinkled muscle to lathe it in saliva and encourage it to loosen up. He lets out another huffy breath, sounding like he isn’t quite sure what to do with this yet, how to accept it, but he still makes an attempt to relax into the sensation anyway. Resigned to his fate, evidently. Not that he seemed to find it entirely disagreeable, given the way you can see his toes flexing just at the peripheral of your vision, but you strongly suspected this was a first for him. 

Good. The less he expected what was coming the more explosive the final results were sure to be. Considering the mess he’d made of you last time he was going to be lucky if you didn’t turn him inside out before the night was through. 

Gripping his cheeks with both hands now and holding them spread apart, you lean into your work with renewed enthusiasm. You’re intentionally sloppy with it, letting yourself freely slobber over his hole and taint to ensure he was thoroughly coated before you moved on. This wasn’t something you wanted to rush anyway, far too keen on savoring the taste of him to do that, but with your greater objective in mind you especially wanted to err on the side of caution. One could never be too wet and lubed up, and you were sure Kaeya was going to agree with that by the time you were finished with him. 

And he groans so prettily when you dip your tongue into the center of his pucker, just breaching his body, that you have to do it again. And again. Fucking into him like this makes Kaeya twitch and subtly writhe, his breaths coming quicker and shorter as he weakly rolls his hips back to meet you. That he seems to struggle between thrusting out with his cock or riding your tongue with his ass is decidedly charming in its own right, and it only encourages you to keep going. To lap at him more vigorously, to drool more copiously until it feels vaguely like you’re eating out a particularly juicy cunt. It wasn’t often you managed to truly surprise him so you were happy to take advantage of this opportunity while you had it. 

Burying your face as far into his ass as you can, you seal your lips around his twitching entrance and gently suckle. Kaeya pulls in a sharp, vaguely frazzled breath in response but still instinctively arches his back to better present himself to you, plainly offering his hole up to your mouth. It may have been a brand new sensation for him, one he didn’t yet know how to process or brace against, but that clearly doesn’t make it any less physically satisfying and that pleases you a great deal. 

The previously tight ring of muscle quickly becomes raised and puffy under your attention but you don’t stop until his whimpering groans have turned pitchy with his growing need. That was exactly how you wanted him. Desperate for stimulation that was a bit more substantial, more meaningful, and you finally pull back with a loud, wet smack of your lips some moments later. A quick glance at the sloppy state of his puckered hole has you grinning from ear to ear, and you give Kaeya another quick swat to his raised behind as you straighten up. 

“Are you enjoying yourself, Captain? Do you like when I go down on your slutty little ass?” 

He quietly seethes, offering you a short lived but no less plaintive shake of his behind. The motion is stiff and halting, like he didn’t want to give in to the urge but couldn’t quite stop himself from doing so. But he immediately grows stills again, panting softly to make his shoulders rise and fall with the quickened inhale-exhales of arousal. “Don’t tell me you really plan on holding out on me if I don’t go along with the ‘slut’ routine …?” 

“Of course not. You can tell me to stop at any point and we’ll decide where to go from there. That’s one of our rules, isn’t it?” Failing to keep the mischief out of your voice, you reach between his legs to tug the panties aside in the front too. The weight of his balls seems glad to slide free of their lacy prison and his cock practically springs out, so stiff and leaking sticky precum that he hisses quietly in response. You feel resoundingly victorious as you finally wrap your fingers around that straining, aching length and give it a tauntingly halfhearted tug. Even for as minuscule as the friction is, he still weakly keens like it’s the best thing he’s felt in a very long time. “Just look at you. Do you really feel like anything other than a slut right now? Dressed like this and with your ass in the air … be honest, Kaeya.” 

The way his cock jumps in your hand and dribbles more beading clear fluid from the tip is answer enough. He could have kept his silence and it wouldn’t have made any difference to you. 

But your words hit their intended target straight on, and he gives a wholly unintentional jolt that makes the bed quietly creak. Perhaps embarrassed by his subconscious reaction or unbearably turned on by it, Kaeya groans low in his throat and presses his face into the bedding to muffle his response. “Do you seriously need to ask? You know I do … but you just want to hear me say it, isn’t that right?” 

“You got it. Remember all those filthy things you made me say the last time we were together?” 

His head suddenly comes up, a disbelieving guffaw punching out of him. “Is that what this is? Revenge?” 

“Something like that.” You shrug your shoulders, as innocent as can be when he twists around to look back at you again. “I just like to think that all is fair in love and war, I guess. You started it and now I’m rebalancing the playing field so to speak. That and … I do so enjoy seeing you on your hands and knees, you know.”

Kaeya’s expression turns wry at that but he doesn’t immediately snap back with some cute little remark. Instead he seems to think about it for a quick moment and then, surprising you and delighting you in equal measure, he suddenly smirks like he’s just realized he’s holding a winning hand. “Fine. I’m certainly not opposed to being on the receiving end, as I’m sure you’ve noticed by now. Do your worst. Let’s see if you can make me say it.” 

That initial feeling of pleased bewilderment quickly vanishes, replaced by a simmering heat low in your gut as you mirror the look on his face with a sly grin of your own. “Is that how you want to play it? Gonna’ be a little brat for me?” 

“Only if you think you can handle it.” 

“Smart ass.” Suppressing the urge to laugh, you pull back from him and straighten up with another sound slap across his upturned cheek. “Get on your back for me. Let’s see how long you can keep up that attitude.” 

“Oooh, I like where this is going.” 

It takes everything you have no to roll your eyes at his obvious wheedling while he gets turned over. Clearly he thought he could out maneuver you, somehow, if he just held onto his usual mask of sauve surety for long enough but you were sure you could rip it away from him with relative ease. For better or worse, not many men could keep their wits about them when faced with what you had in mind for him. 

Ignoring his pointed, haughty looks of challenge, you take a moment to disrobe down to your underwear so that the both of you were in a similar state of undress. Mainly because it was getting a bit warm in the cramped, stuffy room and also because it would make getting situated together that much smoother. 

You finally join him on the bed another moment later and Kaeya keenly watches as you crawl closer, smiling like the cat that ate the canary when you move to kneel between his legs. He was so sure of himself. So confident. That wasn’t going to do him much good in the long run though, and you take a moment to get comfortable before reaching out to palm along his strong calves. 

His cock had started to gradually flag in the interim, resting across his lower belly now, but you could tell it was just one caress away from springing right back to life again. All that pent up need to cum was going to be his undoing. 

“I’m waiting.” He drawls, idly toying with a long strand of his hair. “After the way you were talking, I expected - -“ 

Hunching over his pelvis, you lean down to lick a sudden, wet stripe up the underside of his cock. Whatever he’d wanted to say lodges in his throat with a hardly dignified grunt, his uncovered eye widening in obvious surprise as satisfaction lights up within your chest like a smoldering ember. He looked a bit startled, and a lot disarmed. The fact he hadn’t expected that either, that you’d managed to catch him off guard twice now is nothing short of gratifying, and you were ready to bat for three. 

Quickly, you swivel your attention back down before he has a chance to find his bearings. Open your mouth to flick at his glans with your tongue where it peeks out from behind the stretch of his foreskin. A strangled sound rises deep in his chest while his cock jumps to immediate attention, flexing up off his stomach for a brief moment before slapping back down with a meaty noise. He fitfully shifts atop the creaking bed and then tucks his chin against his chest to look down at you, his hips arching off the sheets in needy supplication. 

It’s a delicious sight to behold; the usually confident and suave Captain of the Cavalry so hot with need it had him antsy under your attention. You decide to take pity on him for the moment and lean down again, catching the flushed head of him between your lips so you can suck on it while you bring a hand around to grip at the base. You make sure to do everything quick and without warning so he doesn’t have a chance to brace himself for it, and he rewards you very handsomely for your efforts. 

Kaeya outright grunts like you’ve just sucker punched him, seething through tightly clenched teeth. Twists his balled up fists in the bedding and allows his head to fall back, moaning gruffly up at the ceiling while his stomach dramatically flexes at the abrupt sensation of a hot, wet mouth around his cock. You greatly enjoyed seeing him like this. Worked up enough for his sensitivity to be heightened but still so unaware of what you were building up to, what you were planning. 

It makes it incredibly easy to crowd your other hand close to your face so you can coat the fingers in spit, idly pumping his length in the absence of your tongue and lips. He doesn’t question it. Doesn’t even seem to notice. You feel downright devilish as you lean down to take him a third of the way into your mouth again, just short of brushing the back of your throat, and slip your now sticky digits between his legs. At the first tentative touch to his hole Kaeya chokes on another undignified sound but quickly bites it back. Wrestles it under control. You can tell it’s a struggle for him though, and you were more certain than ever that he wasn’t accustomed to being touched like this. It really was a brand new experience for him. 

“Don’t tense up,” You murmur, coming off his cock just enough to speak. “It’ll feel good, I promise. I’m not going to hurt you. Just trust me, okay?” 

He tries to laugh it off but it doesn’t quite come out sounding very calm or casual. “Trust isn’t the issue. Telling me not to tense up … now that is a tall order.” 

“You told me to do my worst.” You lightly remind him. 

“And I stand by that.” Drawing a slow, deep breath that makes his hole subtly flex under your fingertips, he releases it with a drawn out exhale. Carefully inches his long legs a little further apart to give you more space, better access, in a clear display of submission and acceptance. “Do it. I’m not going to stop you.” 

“That sounds rather fatalistic, don’t you think?” Gently, you rub your fingers over his hole again. It was still wet with saliva and puffy from before, the center puckered enough that you could feel the skin start to give way under the slow pass of your ministrations. If you’d planned on using anything much bigger than this you would have needed real lube. He was just too tight and unstretched to accommodate much else without the proper prep. But for a finger or two, this should be fine. 

Perhaps sensing your train of thought, he shifts again and peers down at you. His gaze is heavy and distant, and you think he’s probably blushing right up to his ears under the dark complexion of his skin as he carefully curls one leg up to better present his entrance to you. “I’m not trying to be a martyr. If you say it will feel good then I believe you, just … take it slow, okay?” 

You weren’t used to seeing him express any kind of doubt or uncertainty like this, and you offer him a warm smile in return. Curl your fingers to find the center of his hole and just prod into it, teasing the slackening muscle with the suggestion. His mouth parts as if to groan or perhaps sigh, but nothing comes out, like he can’t quite find the oxygen to do either. “I will. Just take some deep breaths and try to relax your body into it. If you don’t like it just tell me and we’ll stop.” 

He nods once, clearly distracted by what you were doing with your hand. That was as good a sign as any in your eyes so you give a little push that sinks the tip of the middle digit into him. It wasn’t true penetration yet but it’s enough for you to feel the intense heat of his guts and how the muscle tries to clench at the pressure. Pausing there, you give your finger a careful wriggle to coax his hole into opening up more for you. You can feel him trying to brace against it, to hold himself in check, and his raised leg visibly falters in the air as a result. 

Quickly releasing your hold on his length, you reach up to grab his ankle and guide it over your shoulder. He hesitates, almost seems to want to fight it at first and then allows his leg to slide into place with a stiff, almost whiny hiss. He wasn’t used to this, you remind yourself as you give his calf a brief squeeze of reassurance. Kaeya was typically more accustomed to being the instigator, not the one at someone else’s mercy. All of your previous wins had been cashed in with relatively tame asks. You’d sat on his face multiple times now, though you suspected that was as much a treat for him as it was for you. In truth he’d gone down on you more times than you could count and on more than one occasion had even stuffed his thumb into your ass upon request while he took you from behind. The most daring thing you’d asked of him thus far had been to ride him out on the shoreline beaches of Cider Lake in the dead of night and he’d certainly fulfilled that fantasy with star glitter results. 

But the current situation saw you firmly in control and it took all the power away from him, leaving his usual cool nothing more than a distant memory. He holds himself so stiffly there on top of the bed that you can see the thick bands of muscle across his chest bulging under the skin, his lean stomach so tensed it almost looks concave from this angle. At the subtle wriggle of your finger Kaeya haltingly twists his upper body against the sheets, leaving them in a wrinkled ruin, but his lower half remains almost stock still. Like he didn’t trust himself to move just yet when he had no idea what was truly coming. 

All the better, really. You could take pity on him if you’d wanted but he hadn’t shown any of that restraint the last time when he’d reduced you to a babbling, squirting mess. If you could do the same to him, you’d consider this a resounding victory. 

“Relax, Kaeya,” You breathe out, and his cock eagerly flexes up off his stomach again at the cool waft of air. “I promise you’ll like this.” 

A small, throaty whimper is the only answer you get but it’s as close to acquiescence as you’re likely to get. 

Holding the breath in your lungs, you carefully start to push deeper into him. The resistance of his body is unmistakable but the right amount of pressure applied to the very center of his sphincter soon has you slipping in past that initial barrier. His entire frame shakes with the haggard, threadbare gasp he sucks in before going so completely still you can’t be sure if he’s still breathing or not even as the constricting heat of his guts fully envelops your digit. Gentle yet insistent, you keep going until you can feel the puffed up rim of his asshole pressing against your knuckle. It’s only then that you pause, just letting the simple penetration sink in and for him to adjust to it as you dip your face close to his pelvis again. 

“Take a deep breath, good boy. For me?” You murmur, lips brushing over the curve of one testicle. 

He immediately draws another quick, flustered exhale; the noise catching in his throat with a low choking sound. His cock springs up with it and strains skyward, lurching so powerfully it smacks against your cheek with a small meaty slap. 

You laugh, unable to help it, and that seems to dislodge the tortured groan he’s been valiantly fighting back this entire time. It bursts out of him with a suddenness that would have startled you had you not been fully aware of how enthusiastically his inner sleeve was clenching around you in sporadic pulses. Like he was torn between tensing up or relaxing into it, and the end result all but has him milking himself on your finger. 

Heady with that knowledge, you bring your head up and wrap your lips around the tip of his cock, pulling it in deep. Kaeya lets out a broken little sob, once again twisting in the bedding while his leg uselessly flexes over your shoulder. He’s usually much more in control than this, and you’re exceedingly glad that you chose to do it in this position because it allows you to glance up the length of his pulled taut body and look at his face. His pinched expression is one of ruin and desperation, his fluster as plain as day. 

You’d never seen him look quite like that before and you drink it in, committing it all to memory while you flick your tongue over his satiny slit to lick up all the bitter precum leaking out of him. The deep furrow of his brows leaves a small wrinkle between them, further highlighted by the light sheen of sweat starting to form along his skin. His teeth clench tight when he swallows hard, making his jaw powerfully flex, and then his mouth warbles back open again to let loose the faintest, faltering groan you’ve ever heard. He seems to be torn between looking down at you, watching what you were doing, and fixing his hazy attention on the ceiling overhead. It has him fitfully squirming, his knee bumping your arm when it squeezes inward to accompany the deep clench of his innards. 

Content to leave it at that and just watch him, you don’t think to proceed any farther. But then he manages to surprise you this time when he finally tucks his chin to his chest and peers down at you with an imploring look so unspeakably needy it makes your heart skip a beat. 

“Please,” He breathes out. So hushed and quiet you almost miss it despite the close proximity and the total lack of any other noise, save the distant sounds of the tavern in full swing down below. “Need to cum ...” 

Oh. 

Suddenly feeling ten degrees hotter, you give his cock one last lingering suck and pull off. It twitches in the absence of your mouth and strains after you, his pelvis needily lifting, but you just pin him with a slow simmering smile to still him again. “Do you now?” 

At his terse nod, you draw a deliberate breath that makes his thighs eagerly tense up in anticipation. 

“Are you going to say it?”

Kaeya’s thin attempt at laughter bounces off the walls, so transparent it wouldn’t have taken a genius to figure out he was trying to bluff. Trying and failing. “You really want to hear me say it that badly?” 

“I’d enjoy it but I have no intention of withholding from you if you don’t. It’s just part of the game, that's all. But more importantly,” You pause to give your finger another wriggle inside him, and he outright chokes on the sensation. Feeling quite pleased with yourself, you slowly curl that digit upward to feel along his inner wall in search of the tight cluster of nerves that would have him seeing stars. “Let’s find that sweet spot of yours, hm?” 

A low, gravelly moan rattles inside his chest as you poke and prod at him, massaging his interior with gentle insistence until you locate the telltale mass nestled just on the other side. It’s no bigger than a walnut but he gives a full bodied shudder the second you put any amount of pressure on it, and your pussy clenches in sympathetic excitement when he stiffens up. His mouth hinging open in surprise as much as deeply felt pleasure, Kaeya issues a half strangled mewl into the statically charged room, noticeably higher in octave than usual and raspy. It sounds heavenly to your ears. 

“Aaahhn - -“ 

“Ooh, there it is. And so sensitive too. I’ve barely even touched it yet and you’re already …” 

Gaze dropping, you watch his cock wildly flex as yet more creamy discharge bubbles up out of the slit. It gathers so quickly, and in such a thick concentration, that when you idly press up on his prostate again it flings right off at the sudden jolt of his achingly stiff length. The nearly translucent fluid stands out against his complexion where it splatters on his stomach and you have to make a conscious effort to stop yourself from chasing after it with your tongue. This was somehow even better than you’d imagined it would be. 

“Do you like that, Kaeya?” 

He tries to speak, croaks out something unintelligible, and has to pause to clear his throat once, twice, before trying again. “Mm’not sure yet but …” 

“But?” 

“Please do it again.” 

You grin from ear to ear, delighting in doing just that but with added pressure this time. Where your first few brushes against that tight little cluster had been soft and coaxing, you now curl the pad of your finger directly into it and massage it with steady strokes. Kaeya reacts like you’d given him a shock of electro, his entire body heaving and locking up in sudden tension that is at complete odds with the way his cock impotently jerks through the air like it’s got a mind of its own now. And he just keeps leaking a near constant stream of sticky precum that seems to bubble up quicker every time you rub against his prostate. It beads and gathers at the tip before dribbling off the next time his length flexes and you aptly watch as it falls, leaving a glistening thread trailing down to his stomach where it lands not far from the first. 

It becomes increasingly more difficult for you to keep your own urges in check as you watch him wheeze through it, overwhelmed by the intense pleasure and yet unwilling — or unable? — to shy away from what you were doing to him. He certainly could have if he’d wanted to. Kaeya was not only twice your size but double your strength too. If he really deemed it to be too much for him to take anymore, he could have all too easily put a stop to it one way or another. 

Instead, he gasps like his soul is actively trying to leave his body and writhes stiffly before — slowly hiking his other leg up to curl it around you. It suddenly feels like your chest is constricting too tight for you to breathe, and it’s only a subconscious reaction that has you nudging your arm down so he can hook his knee over it much the same as the first. You don’t give it any deeper thought than that. You can’t, not when it was as if your brain was flatlining and all you could think to do is accommodate him. If he wanted to do this with his legs in the air like a proper slut then that was what he would have. 

And surely no one could fault you for that when it was by far one of the hottest things you’d ever been lucky enough to have a front row seat for. You felt like you were going to explode and your neglected cunt hadn’t even been touched yet. 

“Nnghhn, that’s … oh, that’s good. Unexpected but — good.” He sounds incredibly winded, like he’d just returned from running all the way out to Dragonspine and back without taking a break anywhere in between. The damp quality of his skin gives the same impression where it was making some of his dark hair stick to his temple and cheeks in a few spots of gathering perspiration. 

Truth be told Kaeya already looked wrecked beyond repair but you wanted to ruin him even more. How could you not when he was so devastatingly gorgeous and all yours for the taking? 

“You really like it? You’re such a good boy for me, y’know that. I really wanted you to enjoy this.” 

“I am,” He grits out with no shortage of effort, his narrow hips juddering slightly in their elevated position. You’re even more glad for your foresight now because it makes it all the easier for you to adjust the angle of your finger when his pelvis is up off the bed and you attack his prostate with renewed vigor now, earning yourself another tortured moan. “Ohh! Ahn … please. Need to cum!”

“Then cum for me, Kaeya. I’m not going to stop fingering your ass until you do.” 

The sound that bursts out of him is downright wounded, guttural and keening. Whiny, almost. He writhes so uncontrollably you can tell he’s getting dangerously close and the excited quiver of his guts only serves to further solidly that impression. You know it’s only a matter of moments now and your pulse skyrockets as he blindly reaches up to squeeze at his own chest through the lacy cups of the bra. His dark nipples cut up into the fabric, as stiff as can be and begging for friction. It’s almost too much for you to bear but you persistently keep going even when your wrist starts to cramp from the constant flexing and the tight angle. If you’d had the time for it you probably would have tried to worm a second finger into the tight heat of his squeezing passage but it was already much too late for that. 

His breaths coming in quicker, shorter bursts, Kaeya tips his face down to look at himself. The red lace stretched across his pectorals and around his waist, flimsy panties pulled aside and away from his bobbing cock while he’s got his long legs draped over your shoulders. The sight seems to surprise a faltering groan out of him, and he struggles to keep his eye open and trained on you when his expression pinches tight. 

“Burn everything, I’m going to cum. I’m cumming. Yes, yes, yesssss, aghhn, keep fucking my s - slutty ass until I — I - -“

His head suddenly falls back against the bed, viciously seething up at the ceiling while his cock gives its most violent jerk yet. Ropes of thick, milky semen shoot out of the slit in an abrupt eruption that almost manages to catch you off guard. The weight of him pendulously swings with the sheer force of his ejaculation, sending it back towards you just in time for the next pulse to catch you across the chest. Your mouth drops open but nothing comes out. Not even so much as a peep. 

Making the impulsive decision to put it to good work anyway, you quickly swoop down and catch the head of him between your lips with mere seconds to spare. The third jet of potent discharge shoots off at the back of your throat and your eyes roll back in fluttering bliss at the same time Kaeya cries out in deeply frazzled distress. The way he clenches, so fervent and tight he feels like a livewire on the brink of snapping, makes it apparent that he hadn’t expected to find himself cumming directly into your mouth. That pleases you a great deal too, especially when it seems to elongate his pleasure. Drags it out with yet another roiling heave that sends more bitter semen squirting down your gullet. 

He doesn’t have anything else left to give after that though, and further pressure on his prostate just coaxes out a thin, watery discharge that tastes of potent salt on your tongue. You groan low in your chest at the bitter flavor even as you dutifully swallow it down where it can settle hot and heavy in your gut. Kaeya just hisses like an incensed wildcat at the overstimulation before finally making an attempt to shirk away from it, sensitively curling his lower half inward. 

Letting go of him immediately, you watch his cock swing forward with an accompanying thread of glistening spittle stretched between your mouth and the glans. It stays upright for a short beat or two before swooning down towards his stomach when it quickly starts to soften in it’s thoroughly spent state. You give your lips a quick lick to rid them of any lingering spit and turn your attention up at his face, leaving your finger wedged inside for the moment but angled away from that sensitive bundle along his upper wall to give him a moments reprieve. 

He’s got his head turned away and hidden behind an arm carelessly tossed over his eyes, still trying to calm his erratic breaths. You give him another minute or two, then reach up with your unoccupied hand to rub over his belly in comforting circles while actively trying to avoid the goopy mess he’s made all over himself. “Are you alright, Captain? Is there anything I can get for you?”  

“Yeah.” He barks out a short, mirthless laugh as he stirs, working to unhook his long legs from you with cautiously slow movements. “You can take your panties off and get over here. I think I owe you a little payback of my own after that.” 

Your pussy gives a muted throb of excitement, but you don’t immediately jump at the chance to do as he’d asked. Both because you wanted to check in on him first without getting distracted and because you were still lodged inside him up to the knuckle. Suddenly pulling out might come as a shock if he wasn’t ready for it. 

“There will be time for that later,” You remind him gently. “I think we should talk about you first. How do you feel?” 

Finally moving his arm, Kaeya looks down at you with a sardonically lifted brow. “You can’t be serious. You really need to ask? Just look at exhibit A.” He gestures meaningfully at the sticky discharge splattered across his front, making you take note of the goopy stains on the band of his garter belt for the first time. He certainly had cum a lot, hadn’t he? “Never mind that I just had one of the most intense orgasms of my life and it’s going to take me longer than usual to bounce back from it. Need I also remind you that you got me to say what you were fishing for earlier?” 

You can’t quite stop yourself from grinning at the memory. “You sure did. I’d almost given up.”

“You know I don’t like to disappoint.” A smirk tugs at his mouth but it quickly vanishes when he tucks his knees upward, opening himself up to you and giving you a picture perfect shot of your finger crammed in his ass up to the hilt. Oh, if only you had a kamera on hand.

“Can you, uh …” 

“Of course. Just relax the muscles as much as you can and try not to clench.” With that, you gently start to ease your hand back. Despite your helpful suggestion his interior still tries to cling to you on the way out and Kaeya seethes at the sensation. It doesn’t escape your notice that he actively refuses to look at you during this process but you couldn’t really hold that against him. Some men became cripplingly shy and embarrassed once the heat of the moment has worn off, others got angry at themselves for enjoying it so much. 

Kaeya didn’t seem to be either embarrassed or angry though. If anything, he almost struck you as … vulnerable in that moment. Like he was confident enough in his own masculinity, his own ego, not to let something like this rattle him. Rather you’d seen another side of him tonight that you were unfamiliar with and he was — uncertain how you would react? 

Could that really be it though? 

Curiosity lights up the back of your mind in stunning high definition. You’re already forming the question on the tip of your tongue as your finger pops free and he groans very faintly, wincing at the loss. But youre quick to lean over him before he can turn away onto his side, getting right in his face so he has no choice but to look up at you. 

“Kaeya, do you - -“ 

He abruptly pushes up, catching your lips and silencing you in one fell swoop. You issue a soft sound of surprise against his mouth but he just swallows the sound, kissing you so heatedly you can’t fight being coaxed into the motion. Giving in with a stilted sigh, you half melt into the exchange and kiss him back with your own hunger, your own need reflected in the hard press of your mouth against his. 

When he finally pulls away a long moment later, he’s effectively stolen your breath and almost made you forget what you were going to ask. Almost, but not quite. 

“You should know by now I’m not so easily distracted.” You pant, pinning him with a mock rueful look. 

“Oh trust me, I do. It’s one of the many things I like about you, if I’m being honest.” He murmurs back, his tone low and hushed yet once again colored with silken promise. It almost comes as more of a surprise than the kiss had, how quickly he could rebuild his walls and put the mask back on. At your look of confusion, though, he just offers up a sly little grin. “It wasn’t actually meant to distract you. We can talk about it later. Promise. For right now though, I think the far more pressing matter is seeing if I can make you cum half as hard as I just did. That only seems like a fair exchange, doesn’t it?”  

“You’re hopeless.” You sigh out, even as your nipples harden painfully fast against the interior of your bra at the simple suggestion. You wanted to feel his touch there, between your legs, everywhere and all at once. This arrangement was fun and games on the surface but deep inside there was something else brewing, taking hold of you and growing. Would he be as amenable to that as he’d been with this kind of play? 

You’re not so sure when his own vulnerability was already such a touchy subject to broach but the way he leans up to press a tender kiss against your lips seems to suggest that maybe, just maybe, it was the same for him too. He was scared. You were scared. Perhaps the two of you could be scared together. 

“I can see the wheels turning in that head of yours.” He teases, and the resulting warm caress of his breath against your skin makes you shudder. A pleased look crosses Kaeya’s face as he reaches a hand up to palm along your waist, your hip and finally down into the waistband of your underwear so he can possessively smooth it over the curve over your ass. “Stop thinking about it so hard. We’ll sort it out soon enough, once I’ve taken care of that sweet little pussy for you. Surely you wouldn’t rather I leave you high and dry?” 

It’s a frustratingly easy question to answer. “No, I wouldn’t.” 

“That’s what I thought.” Chuckling, he gives you a tight, lingering squeeze that makes your breath catch. “Let’s get these panties off then. I have a few ideas I want to try out on you now that it’s my turn. I wonder how loud I’ll be able to make you scream this time.”

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Crossposted: here

[theshipperqueenisnotdone]

Hazbin Hotel Swap AU

This is one of the post I hate

Context: Adam is still Angel/The Leader Of Exterminator and has Chlorokinesis/Plant Manipulation (I just really love the idea of Adam having Chlorokinesis/Plant Manipulation, okay!?) While Charlie Morningstar is still The Princess Of Hell and daughter of Lilith and Lucifer. Lilith and Adam have more of a twin relationship than ex-lover. And remember... DON'T TRUST VAGGIE!!! SHE IS BASICALLY JUDAS ISCARIOT in this AU!! Anyway, I might provide more information later if I have time, but feel free to ask me anything about this AU.)

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[Scene cuts to Lilith's house, showing framed photos of her family and a badly drawing of her in a dark spooky room. Lilith can be heard making snarling noise as she was working on something. As the scene goes, her room is revealed to be filled with a lot of Stuffed Owl, and stacks of them filled the boxes and tubs.]

Lilith: That's it… Almost there… Now presenting… the magic-tastical back flipping Stuffed Owl! Haha! That spits fire! [Stuffed Owl eyes glow red as its shoots flamethrower from its mouth] Hoot hoot hoot! Hold the applause please, okay. Oh, thank you, thank you. Oh god, who am I kidding? This sucks!

[She throws the Stuffed Owl at her family portrait and the badly drawing of her, lilith looks sad as she look at her family portrait and the badly drawing of her. Suddenly her ringtone plays. she picks up her phone, and was shocked who was calling her.]

Lilith: Adam? Adam! Brother calling?! HOOT! Uhm uh, uh hello, adam. He-ey, hey, hey Ada-ada. No, no! That's not good. Oh, this is the first time he's called you in years. This has to be perfect. [takes a deep breath before she picks up phone] Hey~ Whore!

[Intercut conversation between Lilith and Adam during the phone call from the hotel to her house.]

Adam: Hi, lilith…

Lilith: Hey! How are you? Oh hoot. Where-where are you these days?

Adam: You know where I am lilith. I've told you before. Remember?

Lilith: You have? Oh, yeah uh, well, you know, I um uh-

Adam: I told you when you called me five years ago, or did you not listen?

Lilith: No, no, no, no. Just, you know, just forgot. You know, I've just been really busy, you know…

[She look at her the boxes and tubs that filled with Stuffed Owl.]

Lilith: with, um, important things. [kicks Stuffed Owl]

Adam: Well, I'm actually running a hotel to rehabilitate my descendants. Maybe you saw our commercial?

Lilith: Oh, sadly, I missed it. heh heh. You know, I haven't been watching much TV lately. Scrambles the brain. [makes silly noises]. But hey! A hotel, fun.

Adam: (Sighs) Listen Lilith, I've got kind of a big ask.

Lilith: [coughs and sets down her tea] Yeah, of course. Anything in my power is yours for the asking. You just name it~

Adam: I need to speak to Heaven and one of the deadly sinner. Well, whoever's in charge up and down there, I don't care if it's Satan or mammon, just anyone who is above your daughter, above anybody. I need to go to the top.

Lilith: Oh, no. No~ No, no, no, no, Adam, no, no, no. That's, uh hah, sorry but that is BIG no.

Adam: [angrily as vine with thorn grow around his neck] Look Lilith! Just… [He sigh, the vines has calm down and slowly disappearing.] I don't ask you for much, I never have, but this, this is really important to me. It's the most important thing I've ever done. And I…need you. I need your help.

Lilith: I don't know, Adam.

Adam: Please! Just come see what I'm trying to do. You'll see why it's a really good idea. And Heaven is bound to agree if I get the chance to talk to them… Please, Lilith…

Lilith: Wait, you're…inviting me over?! After all I did? Absolutely! Uh, I'll be there in an hour. [hangs up] ♪ My Brother wants to see me~! ♪ [points at the Stuffed Owl below her] Take that, depression! HA!

[ghuleh-recs]

Cardinal Copia had his own Fic Rec Friday and now it’s Popia’s turn. I've compiled a healthy mix of x reader and x ghoul below. A little something for everyone! I may have gotten a little carried away— there's a lot to see here so make good use of your ao3 bookmarks!

Take my hand. Let’s read about the HBIC together. ♡

recs under the cut.

Papa x Reader

Don't Go - @ramblingoak - papa iv x gn!reader

While trying to convince Papa to cancel the tour you end up confessing how you feel about him.

Rough Day - @writingjourney - papa iv x f!reader

papa takes care of you after a rough day.

Your Star Wrapped in My Cloak - @sherwood-forests - papa iv x f!reader

You find Copia in the library, in hopes of apologizing.

VIII Strength - @anamelessfool - gn!reader

VIII STRENGTH Strength (Physical and Will), courage, persuasion, influence, compassion Copia is a pent up sort of man, he always has been. He enjoys being Papa but on his worst days the title has a near physical weight pressed across his shoulders. He comes home to you, and you can tell when it's been one of those days. Luckily, he has you to guide him.

Forbidden Fruit - @ink-and-dagger - papa iv x f!reader

It's a pleasant surprise to stumble upon the newly ordained Papa Emeritus IV browsing through the library stacks. Even more pleasant that he happens to be halfway up a rolling ladder, and wearing one of his sinfully tight suits. What better opportunity to give Copia's cakes the attention they deserve. Or No snakes needed to convince you to take a bite out of this apple.

Forever Yours - @sweatandwoe - papa iv x gn!reader

Ever since you had entered into a relationship with him, you had learned three strict rules about Copia. One, he did not like to be tickled in any situation. Two, he always had to have a drink after sex. Three, the make-up stayed on. The first two were easy to follow but the third though, was getting harder to try not to bend.

Worship - @copiasjuicebox - papa iv x transmasc!reader

Tumblr Request: trans!copia worshipping your body after your t shots have had time to work. he understands how to worship your body properly bc he’s been through the transition, he gets it.

on leather wings - @ghostchems - papa iv x f!reader

copia surprises you with a spooky weekend getaway, culminating in some winged bedroom time

Papa IV x Ghouls

tumblr ficlet - @st-danger - papa iv x dewdrop

"Papa," Dew murmurs, and Copia feels a tremor move through him; there's a particular voice Dewdrop uses when he wants something. Silky and dark and slow. A drawl. It's what he's using now, and he hasn't the ability to deny him anything. And if Dewdrop is about to angle for a little action, backstage and hurried with Copia in his papal robes- well. It'd be sinful, of course. And it would be wrong to not take advantage of that, right?

What's My Name? - @copiasjuicebox - papa iv x swiss

"Why don't you ask me how I'm doing?" in which, the audience doesn't refer to Papa as "Papa" and it strikes a chord.

And You Know That It Takes Two - @forlorn-crows - papa iv x dewdrop

“Well, I do. Of course I do,” he assures the ghoul. “Quite fond of you all, actually. It was, admittedly, a little rocky when we first met. But.” There’s that heh Dew was expecting just moments before. “Here we are, no?” When Copia starts rubbing his thumb up and down the inside of his knee, Dew’s brain stops working. His gaze zeros in to the fingers splayed across the side of his thigh, so foreign, so bare, so pink against the black of his casual uniform pants. His mind is full of static and all he can hear is his own blood pumping through his head. But there’s a weird something tugging in his ribcage; something new yet old, unnamed but familiar.

tumblr ficlet - @littlemoon-beam - papa iv x dewdrop

He can't look away from his hands, the way the veins flex under his skin as he expertly plays. Copia hears his own shuddering breath, wishing he could feel them on his skin even if only for a moment. He'd worship every fingertip if given half the chance. What really gets him though, what makes his chest tight and his stomach twist, is when he finishes and smiles, head tilted and eyes bright. "Was that ok, Papa?"

Changing of the Seasons - @kissingghouls - papa iv x cirrus

Cirrus and Copia share an umbrella on a rainy day.

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[soemthingsparkly]

HCC RANCHERS SNIPPET (if you feel no inclined)

YESSIR O7

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Tango's Apartment

Sometime in the future.

By the time Tango wakes up that morning, he's already got a stack of texts from Jimmy waiting in his notifications. 

He smiles into his pillow, giving himself one more long moment of enjoying the glee that surges in his stomach at the thought of him. 

It's been roughly two months since their first kiss - the one that allowed them to shift what they had to what they have now. 

There's something still so very new and exciting for Tango to think of Jimmy as his boyfriend. It seems silly, even.

Especially, considering hardly anything has changed between them. Sure, there's a little bit more flirting now and it's exciting to know his affections are returned, but really?

Jimmy is still just his rancher. 

...

His Rancher. 

Tango smooshes his face into his pillow again and lets himself calm down, before finally checking his texts. 

Jimmy and Tango 

Sometime in the Future. 

8:41am 

Jimmy: Mornin' rancher :) 

Jimmy: Oh, i bet you're not awake yet actually 

Jimmy: hopefully you've got your phone on do not disturb or something 

Jimmy: if not then whoops 

Jimmy: alright I tried to refrain from texting you but I actually just can't help it 

Jimmy: I've just got a coffee and some brekkie and I'm about to head into the forest for a cosplay shoot I'm doing 

Jimmy: like that someone's hired me for I mean

Jimmy: I'm not in the cosplay obviously 

Jimmy: not that there's anything wrong with cosplay of course!

Jimmy: just that I'm not the one dressing up today 

Jimmy: or any other time actually 

Jimmy: not that I wouldn't but just that I haven't 

Jimmy: jeez Louise I'm chatting up a storm ma coffees gonna get cold blimey 

Jimmy: alright I'm gonna drink this and then hit the road and maybe by the time I get there I'll have learned not to be a total idiot :PP

Jimmy: hopes are not high

Jimmy: just arrived at the forest and I listened to that band that Skizz recc'd me on the way over 

Jimmy: man likes some weird stuff but after like the first 15 minutes I could kinda dig it actually 

Jimmy: hope you're sleeping well rancher

Jimmy: can't wait for you to wake up <3

Jimmy: right so elves can go to hell I've decided 

Tango: morning rancher heh 

Tango: quite the adventure this morning for you huh? 

Jimmy: Hey T! :) yeaaaaahhh

Jimmy: How'd you sleep? 

Tango: pretty well 

Tango: dreamt of you 

Jimmy: omg no I'm blushinggggg

Jimmy: wait did you actually?? 

Tango: mhm 

Tango: I dreamt that you decided to start your own hot dog stand outside the hermit 

Tango: you served hot dog water like coffee and I kept having to tell people we couldn't let them drink your hot dog water inside the hermit 

Jimmy: what??!?! dude that's so rude!! 

Jimmy: I thought you loved me :(( 

Jimmy: why wouldnt you support my business ventures T?? :(( 

Tango: hehe sorry it was X's fault 

Jimmy: sighhh 

Jimmy: I'll have to have a word with him next time I'm over 

Jimmy: let him know that big man Jim and his customers won't be denied comfortable seating like that, eh!!! 

Tango: oh he'll be trembling for sure 

Jimmy: I should hope so 

Jimmy: tell him his days are numbered 

Jimmy: cause I'll be there again in (hang on lemme check) 

Jimmy: 52 days!!! 

Tango: sigh 

Tango: too long :( 

Jimmy: I know :( 

Jimmy: I miss you rancher 

Tango: I really miss you Jim 

Jimmy: I miss you so much T 

Tango: Hey I have to get up and take a shower before work, but do you want to call on my way in? 

Jimmy: I'd love that yeah :) 

Tango: And you can tell me about the elves and their eternal damnation :P

Jimmy: omg yes 

Jimmy: I have never been so blooming mad at a man with a pair of pointy ear Tang! 

Tango: hehe 

Tango: can't wait to hear about it

Jimmy: can't wait to tell you!! 

Jimmy: go on then stinker 

Jimmy: talk to you again after :) <3

Tango: heh

Tango: talk after <3

[six-eyed-samurai]

I keep thinking about Mitsuri having a guy friend who can CLEARLY see that she and Obanai are crushing on each other, and ends up spending a lot of time trying to get them together, and general shenanigans following. Not a request per se, more of me wanting to share something that's been floating around in my head for a bit. :)

SUMMARY: Unsuccessfully Mitsuri's best friend attempts to push her and Obanai into getting together, but no accounts for trying?

A/N: SHHH *puts finger against your mouth* I'm always happy to have people drop in my inbox ;P now that I've heard you, I'm hearing you OUT

WARNINGS: He's lowkey kinda zesty but so am i and so is the friend I based him off and also happily engaged with Rinka (oc)

"Mitsuri-chaaaaaaaaaaaan ~"

As Mitsuri's best boy friend, he considered it his absolute duty to assist the Love Hashira in finding her own love (...wait, that didn't come out right)! Partly because she's the greatest friend anyone could ask for, partly because he knows she's insecure of her looks and past rejections, partly because she had helped him with his own messy love life and finally also because it's free entertainment (who doesn't love interfering with their best friend's love life!). Whether it be setting her up with dates, hearing her bubble about cute couples or crushes, hyping her up for a confession, assuring her that someday she will find someone of her own-

But aha, what's this he hears about Mitsuri and a certain-

"I don't see why you're into him," He blurted out bluntly. "But if really short, angry snakes with bad haircuts are your type, I'll do my best to get you two together."

"Heh - huh? What?"

He pretends he can't see Mitsuri turning into a flustered strawberry spluttering for words and goes on because come on, she knows what he's talking about. "I mean, Iguro-san definitely likes you too, and huh, you both don't seem that bad of a couple - it's cute. In a very surprising way."

"Was it that obvious?" Mitsuri covers her face, sheepishly setting down her fork. It appears he's successfully flustered her into halting her consumption of her third stack of pancakes. "Oh no, do you think Obanai noticed as well? It'll be so embarrassing! He's so amazing and nice, I don't want to ruin our friendship..."

Mitsuri had invited him over tea, and now the tea was really flowing. It's his turn to splutter for words as well; how can she be so oblivious? Actually, how are they both oblivious?

You had to be denser than rock and blinder than a bat to not notice anything. Does Mitsuri go around blushing at every guy? No. Does Iguro-san go out of his way to talk to any other woman? No. Does any other Hashira look at him like he's a fly he desperately wants to swat and slam against the wall? Nope, only Iguro-san. Does Iguro-san go out with lunch voluntarily with anyone else? Well, Shinazugawa, but the point was-

"Mitsuri, he gave you socks. And buys you meals."

"Well, like I said, Obanai is just nice-"

"Really?" He makes a big show of glancing at his uniform. "Why doesn't he get me socks as well then? Also, the other day, he nearly bit my head off just for saying hello!"

"Maybe he was just having a bad day...?"

"And another thing! This first name basis! Who else do you think gets to call him Obanai? What if I went up to him and said good morning Obi like you do, huh?"

There are few unstoppable, inevitable things in the world, like natural disasters and your best friend when they get it into their heads that you have a crush. Especially if they get it into their heads that you have a crush who has a crush on you. As such Mitsuri had no choice but to relent, concede the fact that yes, maaaybe...a certain snake might...just might...like her too...?

"But we're Hashira, and I don't think Obanai is looking to settle down with someone at the moment. We're all too busy slaying demons to go on dates - it's just a silly crush anyway, right?"

Bet.

***

"Do you think this is okay?"

"I think you look gorgeous, Mitsuri, stop worrying so much. Iguro-san will think you're stunning as well, or he must be blind." With an exaggerated sigh he pulled her out the door. "Come on, we're going to be late, and I'm sure we don't know want to make anyone late."

"I don't know, this is a new yukata and all-"

"Mitsuri. You could wear a potato sack and you'd be the most beautiful girl in Iguro-san's eyes. Now, we're going to the festival, and that's that."

The Hashira in question burst with a fit of flattered giggles as they both made their way to the planned meetup. "You're so sweet! I haven't seen Rinka-chan in such a long time either, you both are such a cute couple!"

He expounds on yet another lovestruck tangent on why Rinka-chan was the most bestest most beautifulest most wonderiferous girl in the world and how did she end up with such a lowly slayer like him, he'll never know, but man is he lucky (thanks to you as well, of course, he adds). Mitsuri's heard it over a hundred times, but it's never stopped being endearing. She has to quickly disguise her gasp as a cough when she gets a little too excited over the thought of one day being as in love as he is and knowing your other half yammers on about you like this as well.

Actually, Mitsuri just slapped her hand over her mouth - he's going to see through her if she keeps imagining and mentally squealing over....Obanai...as her...other....half...eep.

The festival is amazing, as expected - soft yellow light against the black night, not too crowded but still ringing with laughter. There's food everywhere, and he prays Iguro-san will save his wallet as he buys Mitsuri a first few rounds of desserts. Rinka is already there - she and Mitsuri exchange yukata compliments, before they make their way to the games. Iguro-san better not ditch them now, he thinks as more and more time passes, because this had not been easy to plan or convince him. But he's sufficiently confident the Serpent Hashira will never say no to his sakura mochi bestie.

"Ah, I lost again!" Mitsuri exclaimed, disappointed. Rinka hands her the rest of the dessert as a consolation. Wasted yen is still yen though.

He patted her shoulder. "Oh well, you know those things are rigged anyway."

"I apologize for being late."

"Obanai! There you are, I'm so happy to see you! Isn't this fun? You should really try this, it's really good - I saved you a bite, I guessed you were probably going to be late!"

"Heh. I'm not hungry, you can have it." It's rare and odd to see the Hashira nervous and wearing casual clothes. He hands the snack back to Mitsuri and the stall owner some money. "Let me try winning you the prize."

"Did you plan this?" Rinka asks, smiling and glancing back as he subtly takes their leave, walking away to leave Mitsuri and Iguro-san to their own devices, struggling to hide his own grin.

"Of course I did. They better kiss by the end of tonight and they'll have me to thank."

***

No.

They didn't even confess. And they were grown Hashira.

He put his heads into his hands with a loud groan. It's been a few days since that festival double date and he's out of ideas on how to push them together. Yes, he's thought of faking love letters and pushing Mitsuri to confess first, but part of the magic is doing it out of their own free will- cough, doing it because they felt like it, because they wanted to, right? Eugh. This was hard.

Someone clearing their throat has him snapping to attention out of surprise. What on earth did the Serpent Hashira want with him? Perhaps he had a message or a mission...yeah right, not with him glaring daggers at him. A bead of sweat forms but he beams brightly anyway.

"Eh, good afternoon, Iguro-san. Are you looking for me or someone else?"

"You." He swears he can almost see the malicious aura around him now. "How long have you been friends with Kanroji?"

"...har?" Of all things? "Not long after I joined? We got assigned on a mission together, and Kanroji is very easy to get along with."

"What do you plan to do with her?"

A demon walking in broad daylight would make more sense at this point. "No...nothing? We're just friends. Really good friends."

"Friends don't take each other out to festivals or eat together all the time."

Not a good time to point out Iguro-san does that, not when it looks like he's about to be murdered before he can get married. "Oh, no, Mitsuri just accompanied me. I was meeting someone else and I said I'd invite you so she wouldn't be too bored, because Mitsuri considers you a good friend and all."

She wants to marry you, you blind, dense-

"Listen, I don't care who you are, but I don't want your grubby paws all over Mitsuri just to break her heart -"

"I'm very happy with someone else, Iguro-san, in fact Mitsuri is the one helping me arrange my marriage with Rinka."

He's never seen a man deflate so fast. "I...see. So...you and Kanroji are just friends?"

"Nothing more," he repeated. "It would be like dating my sister."

"Oh."

...

"What kind of flowers does she like?"

"Oh, she likes - wait a minute. Are you - ?"

"No."

"Aha, okay, sure; you can get her pink tsubaki. After all, it means longing, Obanai - hey, can I call you that, since we're friends now?"

The malicious glowering aura was back. "Ah...I guess not."

I went a little overboard. I think I was too enthusiastic :(

[toytoriyadorm]

CHAPTER 7: The Stars’ Technician

Quickly, the room got back into its usual business as a scowling Pat led the offending group up the steps. Yuukei attempted to give him a wave as thanks, but it was met with nothing more than a disgusted glare. 

“Wow, you managed to piss off Pat more than I thought.” The brown-eyed student turned to meet purple eyes looking back at him. 

“Oh! Thanks for getting us out of that, I thought we were screwed.”

“Nah, don’t sweat it!” Saturn cooly replied. “It’s the only thing I can do for a buddy of my buddy!”

“Eh? Are you Lotsie’s friend?”

“Oh definitely, but he’s not my buddy. I think the only person that deserves that title is the grumpy guy heading upstairs.” He pointed to Pat, who gave him an annoyed look in return. “I’m Saturn Torpeo, Zack’s best friend and Toytoriya’s theatrical technician.”

“You do all the lights and stuff? Cool!” Yuukei exclaimed, “That said, you wouldn’t happen to know where Lotsie is, would you? There was another student who was gonna point the way, she had red hair and a bunch of limbs…”

Saturn nervously laughed at the mention of the many limbed girl, “Aha, I actually did see him chatting with Zackery earlier, he might still be at his workshop. I’ll take you guys over there so no more people start tripping over stuff.”

He pointed to Ace’s now-green pants. “Plus, I’m sure Toytoriya’s best villain has some kind of gadget to fix up your buddies' clothes over there.”

With that, the trio followed the cool student towards the cardboard houses, Yuukei noticing him fuss with some sort of odd chart filled with equations. Deuce looked closer at the brown buildings, “Are these actually lived in?”

“Lived in? Nah, that’s what the main building is for,” Saturn answered as they walked up to a structure with an odd, purple tower sticking out the top. “These places are for students who like making stuff that might cause an explosion if they made it in their rooms. For Zack though… Heh, this might as well be his own house.”

“Who goes there!?” A loudspeaker above the door crackled to life, the camera beneath it focusing on the group. Lazily, Saturn saluted to the camera and spoke in a booming voice, “Henchman Saturn and Ramshackle’s Ambassadors at your service!”

“And the unknown variables behind thee?!”

“Oh, they’re uh…” Saturn looked at Ace and Deuce, “two criminals in need of your aid after causing a ruckus at the castle!”

A gasp crackled out of the contraption. “Ahem, you may come in!” 

“Hey, play along with it.” Saturn smirked at the scowling Heartslabyul students as the door unlocked. As the technician opened the door, the group was met with a giant laboratory, shelves filled with gadgets, toys, and so, so many robots. In the middle, was Zackery looking over a sheeted contraption that looked shaped like a turret. 

Spotting the group, Zackery rolled over to them on his purple skates. Taking off his sharp goggles and placing them upon his devil-horned hat, he grinned at the new company.

“Welcome, new allies, to my one and only evil lair!”

CHAPTER 8: A Villain’s Secret Base

“Where did ya buy all this stuff?!” Grim exclaimed, his eyes almost sparkling as he looked around the room.

“Buy? Ha! A villain like me doesn’t simply buy things, Ambassador Grim, I build them with my own hands!” Zackery announced proudly.

“No way!” Yuukei said, before looking to Saturn for confirmation. The older student nodded, “Our villain here happens to be one of the best robotic engineers this school has ever seen, and that's without magic. Lotsie just needed to ask for a few things and bam, Zack here is able to make whatever he wants as long as it's for the dorm.”

“That includes a thing-a-ma-jig for cleaning clothes, right?” Ace pipes up, while the Ramshackle Prefect peeks at the papers scattered across Zackery’s desk.

“Of course!” Zackery smiled proudly, “Such things are mere child’s play to a villain like me!”

“What are these?” Yuukei piped up, pointing at the largest stack on the desk.

“Ah! Those, my dear ambassador, are me and the Hero’s final manuscript for our play for the Festival!’

“You two working together?!” Grim exclaimed, “How’d that happen?”

“That’s exactly what Hero Herdsmen said, for King Huggins proclaimed it necessary that we get along with each other before the year ends. As such, His Highness required us to be allies if we were to ever take part in the festival’s contest!”

“Then who’s gonna win the leader title if your group comes first?” Deuce asks.

“The kingdom’s ‘star���, obviously.” Zackery scoffs, pulling out a very green blaster and aiming it towards Ace. “I’ve no need for the prize, this evil overlord already has his own kingdom of equally evil robots! I just signed up for the chance to show off my tech. But anyways, time to get cleaning!!!”

“Uh, is that blaster safe?” Ace asked nervously, a bright light beginning to shine from the machine.

“Well, out of 20 tests, the gun only blew up twice. So… somewhat!” Zackery proclaimed, not noticing Saturn and Deuce quietly moving away from the blast zone. “Stand still now, Criminal Ace!”

But as the mad scientist pressed the trigger, the gun’s bright green light suddenly shut off, much to the dismay of the purple-haired student.

“Darn it! When did you break?!” He says, tapping the gun’s muzzle like one would a phone. “I could try fixing it right now, but I need someone to get that stack to that bumpkin hero before his training ends.” 

Without pause, Yuukei suddenly grabbed the stack of papers. “Well Grim, it looks like we’re playing the role of errand boys today! I’ll get the papers to Winston for you!”

Zackery’s evil-doer persona faltered. “H-hah? Really? You guys don’t need to-”

“It's fine, it's fine!” Yuukei waved his hand. “Consider it just Ramshackle’s Ambassadors growing our relations with our totally evil ally! 

“Yeah!” Grim added, “We’ll come back later once Ace gets his clothes all fixed up, then I can get paid back with tuna cans later.”

With that, Ramshackle’s dearest duo headed back out to the school and straight for the Coliseum, with it being the Festival’s main area, the place looked almost as busy as Toytoriya. Still, Yuukei found it far easier to find Winston with his star clips catching his eye almost immediately. He appeared to have noticed them too, despite the large group of students around him.

“Hey! It’s my new buddies from this morning. Excuse me, everyone! I’ll finish signing your stuff later!” Winston exclaimed as he pushed through the crowd. 

[cptn-m]

One Piece chapter 1145 review

Oh, I'm surprised the anime colour spread gets to be included in the official release as a part of the chapter. When I heard it wasn't drawn by Oda and the chapter had a normal cover anyway, I figured it was just colour pages for the magazine. Wonder if it'll keep its place in the volume, or get moved out of the way to the back like the enormous WT100 spread did. Oda may not have illustrated this, but I can see him doing something in this ballpark, and having the clock showing the new Japanese timeslot is fun.

I've been manga-only for a long, long time, but I'm keen to see what the anime can do with some time off and a switch to a more seasonal format. The first episode off the block still only covered a single chapter, which doesn't fill me with confidence, but maybe they planned that one out before the break. I'm willing to give them a couple more to see if anything changes.

The hunting scene makes an interesting opener - kind of a non-sequitur considering all the action building elsewhere on the island. I guess if this is the start of a new volume it could work as kind of a cold open to the book before getting back into the meat of things. Either way, it's neat to see Zoro and Sanji working together. And I suppose they'd have to - the Groggysaurus is freaking big. Look at it tower over Goldberg in the opening panel. I wish there'd been at least one shot where it gets properly sized up against a normal human to show what a beast it is. Unfortunately, the perspective on the final shot of Zoro slicing it makes him look way bigger in proportion to it.

And there's some lore here with Goldberg's homie shield, Nash. This thing was first shown off in chapter 899, just as Whole Cake Island was wrapping up, in Hadjrudin's segment of the Grand Fleet cover story, which was perhaps suspiciously just a series of character intros rather than a mini story like the rest. How far in advance has this been planned? I'm definitely curious to hear any details about a fight between the giants and Big Mom after she left Elbaph and acquired her powers. Does it have to do with the marriage arrangement with Loki that fell through, or did some giants at some point come to settle things over her childhood rampage? Feel like I'm forgetting whether or not this was hinted at anywhere else. It'd be cool for it to end up being plot relevant, but my gut is saying SBS summary.

I love Luffy's inept attempts to nurse Loki in the following scene, and Gerd egging him on is a great punchline. But, of course, the big thing here is Loki's connection to Rocks in an obviously twisted, abusive version of the Luffy-Shanks dynamic. I'm now ten times more invested in the inevitable Loki flashback. What did he admire in Rocks and how did he try to emulate it in his mysterious falling out with Harald?

And I'm going to throw this out there more as a thought than an actual theory, but what if this has something to do with the blindfold? We know Loki was wearing it at a young age - about the age he seems to be in the flashback panel here. But his helmet conveniently obscures the whole top half of his face. There are lines that might be the bottom of the bandages peeking out, but they might just be trickles of blood. At face value (heh) it seems like Newgate is scolding Rocks for impaling Loki, but what if it went further than that? Suppose Rocks took Loki's eyes. I'd need a few more hints before I call it likely, but it would definitely make for compelling drama.

Cool moment for Jinbei here, even if it hasn't been that long since he saved everyone from a fire the same way on Onigashima. The real surprise is the ticking clock of Elbaph burning being silenced so soon. If not that, then what?

We also get some more chatter about hiding your voice from CoO from Gaban. I'd love to learn more about this.

Gunko's arrival of Collun's svar promises a good confrontation for next chapter. Definitely curious to see how a Holy Knight stacks up against a pretty decent spectrum of low to high level Strawhat combat threats. I'm not into powerscaling and want to distance myself from most of the kinds of talks that come up if you search 'powerscaling' (which is a whole rant of its own for another place and time), but yeah, I want to see how strong these guys really are. The hype is big, but savaging wild animals and a chained man doesn't tell us much.

Plus she doesn't seem to have noticed Brook is there yet, so that'll surely be fun.

Finally, while we're on this, that's such an Oda set of panels, when she appears (embedded above). It's basically three shots overlapping each other, all showing the same moment from different angles and at different levels of closeup. The top one bisects the bottom one but doesn't look out of place because even though the element going across the top breaks the line of sight between the crew and the thing they're reacting to, it's actually that same thing. You just don't see other manga artists doing them like this.

I think the next chapter will ultimately be a loss for the weaker Strawhats, even with Jinbei present. Something to get Collun in position to be a damsel for the adults and a hero in his own right to the weaker kids. Maybe this results in the Strawhats being ejected from the svar and dropped to the Underworld to meet up with Luffy's group and pull them into the situation. I can only hope it's educational about how the rest of the arc and the final confrontations with the Holy Knights will play out.

[p5x-theories]

Not sure if anyone following this blog is having any trouble with the Shadow Katayama fight, but I just beat her (after several attempts) and figured out what felt like a pretty good strategy, so I wanted to share just in case it helps anyone else?

First and foremost, I realized that damage from status ailments doesn't add to her Rage meter (the pink one above her health bar, which goes up whenever you attack her based on the damage you deal), thanks to Key's burns since he's part of my go-to team. This really became the key (pun intended) to my strategy: deal as much damage as possible to her with ailments, so her attacks don't get too much stronger. Consistently attacking is important too, though, since the turn limit is always a concern.

Morgana's my go-to healer usually, since he's the only way to revive teammates, but while he lasted pretty long when I tried it with him the first time, ultimately the extra attacks Katayama was getting from hitting his electricity weakness were slowing things down. Probably any healer who isn't weak to electricity will work for this fight, I think? I went with Summer Tomoko because I like her ability to heal and hit the enemy at the same time.

That left two teammate slots to try to maximize ailment damage. There aren't actually a lot of teammates that really do that right now? Key was the obvious one, at least to me, because I always take advantage of his burn and Holy Fire ailments hehe, but I realized Messa is probably the other best teammate here, because his Bleeding ailment also damages a target on their turn, and he resists Physical, which is the other attack type that Katayama has.

So, with all that in mind, my team was Wonder with that 5-star blue knife that boosts his healing ability (Personas: Sarasvati, Oberon, and Anubis), Summer Tomoko with the regular Moko's 3-star knives, Key with his 4-star weapon, and Messa with his 3-star weapon. They're all level 80 themselves, but I think only Wonder's weapon was level 80; Summer Tomoko and Key's weapons were level 70, and Messa's was 51 because I'm in the middle of catching him up, heh. I can double check what cards I have on them, if anyone wants to literally copy my setup, but I wanted to give a general idea of the power level my team was at.

My strategy then was just keeping everyone healthy, and making sure Katayama was taking as much damage as possible on each of her turns. With Key, his first fire skill has a high chance of burn, and then his second progresses the burn to Holy Fire (without consuming the original burn), and his third deals extra damage when the enemy has Holy Fire, so it was roughly a cycle of first skill -> second skill -> third skill, trying to keep her burned and Holy Fire-d at all times, above all else.

Messa was a bit funny, because I was technically only using half his capabilities: since his Executioner form consumes the Bleeding status effect, I had much better results from only using his Hunter form, and never switching. Essentially, I'd use his first skill until 9-10 Bleeding were stacked on Katayama (I believe 10 is the max?), then use his second skill to constantly refresh them so the Bleeding never wore off.

Wonder swapped mostly between Sarasvati and Anubis as needed- Sarasvati to heal the team, and Anubis to use his main curse skill, which afflicts the curse status ailment, adding to the damage Katayama was taking every turn. I rarely used Oberon, but he does have Matarukaja, so I used that occasionally if healing wasn't needed but it didn't make sense to attack either.

Summer Tomoko I had mostly using her third skill, which allows other teammates' attacks to inflict Sparks, so she could usually get 1-2 triggers of her followup attack/heal per turn. If someone's health in particular was really bad, I occasionally had her heal them instead, and if I wouldn't be able to have Key, Messa, and Wonder all attack that round, I had her use her first skill instead, since it triggers a slightly more powerful followup attack/heal immediately.

This part's probably obvious, but in the two free rounds where Katayama is withdrawn and won't attack, I always had Summer Tomoko heal someone (whether anyone needed the healing or not, it allows them to inflict more Sparks for a round), Wonder use Oberon to buff everyone's attack, and Key and Messa guard.

As far as Wind's skills go, I'm admittedly not sure how useful her first one actually is on a boss who can't be knocked down like Katayama, so I mostly stuck to her third skill whenever her cooldown finished. I only used the first skill if I couldn't use the third.

All that said, I'm not sure how much this actually helps- I know Messa and Summer Tomoko are both limited 5-stars, so it's unlikely everyone has them- but I hope at least the core strategy makes a difference?

It might be possible to brute-force her fight, too, as long as you have a really good healer; I got all the way to the last pair of eyes (the last part of the final stage of the fight) with Morgana, Key, and Queen, and even with Summer Tomoko, Key, and Queen. If you can do enough damage to speed through the early stages of the fight, and heal enough to make up for Katayama's stronger attacks, you can probably make it work, but you might need to power up your team as much as possible beforehand (levels, weapons, cards, Persona skills) and some luck.

[creepedverse]

Give us Arthur info dump

Personal Journal (tw for animal death!)

Entry 003, XX/XX/2008

Haaaaaah. Farnbury… What a place! I expected to be shell shocked when I got here, honestly! But, underneath the starry sky… I feel at home. I guess I’m home when I’m in the trees, no matter which direction I find myself! ^^ But, there are some differences compared to New York. For starters, it’s not as cold! I love the cold weather, so I never complained at home, but now in February, I feel overdressed! I also… I made friends!! Two of them!! Can you believe it!? Of course I can believe it, me! They’re both so… just wow!

I was just setting up my camp for the night when I met him! My first ever friend!! (Better late than never!) He seemed startled to see me out there, but I think he relaxed once he realized I wasn’t like a bear or something! (Even though being a bear would be super cool!) He was very quiet, and I started to fill the space by talking! I… I usually find it hard to start conversations, but talking to him came so easy! He just listened, and that was nice. I guess that’s what friends do! Anyways, that’s how we first met! Ever since then, I’ve been running into him here and there! He actually works at the diner I go to for breakfast! He’s probably used to my order by now, since I always get the same thing! (Pancakes, short stack, and coffee) His name is Tommie! And I think that name suits him marvelously! He is very much a Tommie! ^^

I made my second friend just recently! Here I am, braving the wilderness in hopes of solving the mystery surrounding the farnbury entity, but… well… this is taking longer than I thought it would! When I found that cursed picture online, it only took me two weeks to contain the entity! Bam! Done! No more silly dog! But… this entity seems… different. It’s… stronger than most. I have some theories about it, but I’ll detail them in my proper investigation journal. Anyways! Where was I? Right! It’s taking a long time to get to the bottom of this thing! So, I soon found myself almost out of money. And so, that means I needed a job! The only problem is that… well… no one wants to hire a guy living out of a tent! Except for one person! Bonnibel… Bonnie! My beautiful Bonnie! She saved me from total, utter despair!! Heh… okay that’s dramatic! But! She hired me to work at her antique shop! And I’m so proud to say we get along swimmingly! She’s so gentle and kind and doesn’t yell at me if I miscalculate change! Actually, now that I think about it… this is my first proper job! Huh! How epic!!!

Bonnie has a truly beautiful ability. She can see ghosts! What are the odds of her befriending me!? She’s surrounded by the paranormal, and I hope she’ll let me help if anything troublesome bothers her. I have a whole section in my notes dedicated to banishing spirits! I hope she can rely on me… She actually… She told me a ghost follows me. A small hare… hopping wherever I go. I… um…

Well I guess if I’m telling this journal everything, I’ll tell it everything. When I first encountered the farnbury entity, I lost control of myself for a second. The entity seemed to try and get in my head. It completely mixed my thoughts around, I couldn’t make out up or down, left or right. I started freaking out, in the woods, all alone. My tics started going haywire! I couldn’t control my body anymore and I just… spazzed. (I guess my high school peers were spot on with that nickname.) I ended up falling down a steeper-than-average hill. I must’ve hit my head because when I woke up, it was daylight. I was fine again. However… on my way down the hill, I… crushed… a rabbit. I felt so awful! The poor little thing! I started to panic! Luckily, my brother had taught me well, and I managed to calm my breathing (and my tears!) and took care of the rabbit by giving it a small burial. I didn’t really have any tools on hand, so I used what I could to make a little grave. I must’ve looked like I was going to faint when Bonnie told me she saw a hare with me! But, how I’ll choose to interpret it is that the rabbit is looking after me. After all, I think he knows it was an accident (I hope he knows!) Maybe he’s hopping around after me to keep me out of trouble! I’ll choose to look on the bright side!

In all my years, I’ve endured countless jabs and bullying and that one fight before I left high school. I can’t help but admit that I was losing hope I’d ever make actual friends… But… Here in Farnbury, things are different. I made friends. I have friends. And I will do anything to protect them, and any other future friends I might make. I will figure this entity out, nullify it, and invite Tommie and Bonnie to travel the whole country with me when I’m done!!!