#it emphasises their closeness SO much SO naturally.

[min-imum]

ceo mingyu and office siren reader?? 😍😍😍

nsfw, mdni

content warnings: afab!reader, size kink, reader is smaller than mingyu, office sex, semi-public??, fingering, oral sex (m & f receiving), tit fucking!!!!! omg, spit as lube because mingyu never imagined he’d be having sex in his office…, crying from pleasure!!!!, let me know if i missed anything, i realised i didn’t really emphasise the office siren part sorry :(, not proofread forgive me

anon this was honestly such an interesting ask to receive. i took so long to write this because i’ve been thinking about how i want this to go (on top of the crushing guilt i felt for skipping earlier asks but my writers’ block is, unfortunately, selective) but i’m ready now because i saw mingyu in office attire…... he’d make such a hot CEO, blazer always folded neatly over a chair, sleeves rolled up to reveal his forearms, just enough buttons left open to be sexy but not inappropriate, expensive watch wrapped around his right wrist.

mr kim is probably the best boss you’ve ever worked for, too — he’s kind but not too giving, he makes sure everyone does the work they’re supposed to do, he resolves problems amicably as much as possible, and he’s not an ass about taking time off work. he feeds the staff sometimes, ordering surprise catering or bubble tea for everyone. he delegates work fairly and doesn’t dump too much on an unlucky underpaid worker.

additionally, the pay he offers is really good, enough for you to splurge every now and then. it hadn’t been this way at any of your previous jobs, where you slaved away to make ends meet. now, even in your upgraded apartment (with it’s upgraded rent), you’re able to spend money to take care of yourself with new products and spa days and branded bags.

he’s unbelievably charming — strong eyebrows and a pretty smile that works wonders during meetings with clients, a superb memory that ensures he knows his staff’s likes and dislikes, and compassion and empathy that makes him a wonderful superior.

so, naturally, you fall for him.

just a little bit. maybe. he’s nice, and all, but you’re sure you can find someone better somewhere else. besides, that’s your CEO, the one and only kim mingyu. he wouldn’t choose you even if you chose him.

you keep your head down and do your best to be a good employee. you’ve never missed a deadline, and you work doubly as hard to cover your sick days (even if he tells you you really don’t have to, he’s got it covered, seriously), and you try to limit the cost you incur from the company’s unlimited coffee policy. you proofread all your reports three times just to be sure. you’re friendly with all your coworkers. you drink at company parties, just enough to fit in, never so much that you’re anywhere close to being drunk.

you stir your coffee slowly, yawning — you’d slept late last night, so today you allow yourself to have an extra cup or two of coffee. the creamer you added swirls into the coffee and fades.

“didn’t take you for a no sugar type of woman.”

you nearly jump, and turn around to see your boss standing next to you, teasing grin on his face. you hold your hand to your chest. “god, you scared me,” you huff. “sugar makes it too sweet and that makes me sleepy.”

“so you do like sugar, just not during work?” mingyu asks, eyebrow raised. you nod.

Do Not Look Down, you tell yourself. Absolutely Do Not Look Down.

ha. too late. you catch yourself staring at his chest straining against his shirt, biceps filling up his sleeves, and blush bright red immediately.

“s-sorry,” you stammer, picking up your coffee and making your escape. “i have a report to get to. nice chat!”

he snickers as you scuttle off, coffee clutched in your hands.

—

good bosses don’t pick favourites, especially not when all their employees work equally as hard and produce decent results.

mingyu, unfortunately, might not meet that criteria. (fortunately, though, it seems like he’s not the only one that likes you. he sees the eyes following you through the office, and he definitely also sees the guy that intentionally takes the long way around the office to the lift just to pass by your desk.)

you’re a wonderful employee that also happens to be absolutely gorgeous. you submit your work on time, you’re civil with all your fellow coworkers, you do your job well, your hair is always tied up neatly, your shirt is always tucked properly into your pencil skirt, your skirt makes your ass look good—

he runs a hand over his face, huffing at himself. you’re his employee who has shown him nothing but respect. he shouldn’t be thinking about you like this.

but god, he’d be lying to himself if he said he hasn’t thought about your pretty, glossy lips wrapped around his cock, or about tangling his fingers in your hair and tugging, or about playing with your tits until you’re sensitive and whiny.

“come in,” he calls, when he hears a knock on the door. his composure promptly flies out the window when it’s you that steps in. your skirt makes your legs look like they go on for miles, even though he knows you aren’t all that tall. he towers over you easily. his cock twitches at the thought and he immediately files the thought away for later, shaking his head to clear his mind.

“i just wanted to bring you these documents,” you say, handing him a stack of files. he nods dumbly as he observes the difference in size between his hand and yours. your lips, soft and inviting, curve around the words you’re saying. he might be a little distracted.

“—earth to boss man,” he hears you call. he jolts back, then chuckles sheepishly.

“sorry, i was distracted,” mingyu rubs his neck. “could you repeat that?”

“sure,” you agree easily. you tell him — again — about a new potential company partnership, then about a little feud that seems to be starting between two of your coworkers, and finally you offer to make him coffee.

“you look tired and out of it,” you observe. “maybe coffee will help. i can bring you some.”

he wants to laugh. he’s not tired, no, he’s just horny and his wet dream is standing in front of him.

“coffee sounds nice,” he says instead. “thank you.”

you step back out of his office to make him his coffee, and he slumps back in his chair, groaning. you’re perfect. he might be a good boss, but a large part of it is because he has you — you point out all the little, blossoming problems that may become major issues over time so he can stomp them out before they even start, and you’re more than competent at your job. it helps that you’re easy on the eyes, too, always presentable and pretty and looking like someone he wants to ruin.

—

when you return with your coffee, you expect to hand it over and return to your desk.

what you’re absolutely not expecting, however, is for your boss to ask you to stay.

you stay frozen in place as mingyu stands and rounds the table before finally stopping in front of you.

“i have to admit,” mingyu says, hands clasped behind his back. “you’re… quite captivating. you’re a hard worker, you’re a sociable person, and it’s been wonderful having you here.”

you nod, confused. he steps closer to you, and oh — now you can smell the scent of his cologne, musky and masculine, and now you have to tilt your head up to look at him.

“am i making you uncomfortable?” he asks.

you hesitate. the mature, correct answer would be yes, please step away from me, sir. but is that really the case? his scent permeates the air. his choice of cologne matches him well. subtle but memorable, powerful but not overbearing. you press your thighs together, swallowing.

“no,” you squeak.

“then, may i touch you?”

you nod, but his eyes narrow. “words, darling.”

you shiver. “yes. please.”

“good girl.” satisfied, he rests his hands on your waist, and one hand moves up to stroke your cheek gently. “you’re beautiful, you know? captured my attention since day one. my attention, and everyone else’s. i think half your coworkers might have a crush on you.”

you lean into his touch, eyes fixated on his, not really paying attention to anything he’s saying. you’re certain you’ve had a wet dream just like this before.

“can i kiss you?”

in lieu of an answer, you throw your arms around his neck and pull him in for a passionate kiss. you moan when he squeezes your waist, and he licks into your mouth. his tongue tangles with yours. it’s sloppy and disgusting and wet and you love it.

“mr kim,” you whine. he shushes you.

“just mingyu.”

“mingyu… please touch me.” you guide his hand to your chest, and he gropes your tit through your clothes, groaning.

“shit, it’s even better than i imagined,” he murmurs.

“do you wanna fuck them?”

his eyes go wide and he moans loudly. “fuck, yes.”

the two of you make quick work of your shirt — he nearly sends the buttons of your shirt flying with how frantic he was, and he snaps the clasp of your bra with a flick of his fingers. you tug your shirt out of where it’s tucked into your skirt and pull it off, throwing it onto a nearby chair. your bra follows and he eyes your tits greedily. he unbuttons his own shirt, then his pants too, and pulls his hard cock out of his pants.

the size of his cock makes you salivate, excited to have a taste. and his body… his body is sculpted by the gods, all muscle and defined lines. the thin sheen of sweat makes him glow.

he places a cushion on the floor for you. you kneel on the cushion and press your tits together with your arms.

“fuck, baby, you’re perfect,” he moans. he spits onto his cock a few times and strokes it, then positions himself between your breasts. he clenches his abs desperately to hold his orgasm at bay.

slowly, he starts fucking between your tits, grunts leaving his lips with every thrust. he whimpers when you lean your head down to lick at the tip whenever it pokes up between your tits. you allow your own saliva to dribble onto his cock and your tits to ease the slide.

it doesn’t take long — this is probably the hottest situation he’s ever been in — and soon, he’s coming all over your face and breasts with a groan. “shit,” he curses. “you’re too sexy, baby.”

with a thumb, he swipes up all the cum on your face and feeds it to you, and you accept it with a dazed smirk. mingyu helps you stand again, and starts sucking hickeys onto your breasts, licking up his own release and leaving his marks behind. then, he presses his lips back onto yours, passing the cum in his mouth to you. it’s so hot and dirty that it makes you dizzy.

his hands slide down to your skirt. he grabs two fistfuls of your ass and moans into your mouth.

“mingyu,” you whine. he coos at you. with one swipe of his arm, he clears his table, folders clattering to the floor.

mingyu lifts you onto the table, then tugs at your skirt hurriedly. you try lifting your ass to help him take the skirt off, but he simply shoves your skirt up your thighs and drops to his knees. “fuck,” you moan. “are you gonna—”

he responds by pressing his nose against your core through your panties. his nose bridge bumps your clit, making you whimper, and the deep inhale he takes nearly makes you cum on the spot.

“smells so good, baby,” he praises. “bet you’ll taste even better.”

he peels your soaked panties off your cunt and slides them off your legs. “can i keep these, darling?”

you moan. “yes,” you reply. “anything you want.”

he slides your panties into his pocket, then presses his face directly into your pussy. there’s no preamble before he’s eating you out frantically, licking and sucking and nibbling, and you grab his hair to ground yourself, nearly screaming in pleasure. “yes, yes,” you chant, whining loudly. “fuck, i’m going to cum so fast.”

soon, you’re fucked dumb, his tongue putting you into a daze, and all you can do is babble mindlessly and cry.

with a shout, you cum onto his face, and he licks you through it, nose pressing insistently at your clit. you jerk in sensitivity for a minute before you finally push him off.

mingyu looks absolutely pussy-drunk, eyes glazed over with a dumb smile on his face. “so good,” he murmurs. “can you go again?”

“i would, but i really want your cock inside me now, mingyu.” you pant.

he springs into action. mingyu stands from where he’d been kneeling and shoves his pants down his legs. you watch, dazed, as he steps out of them and steps towards you.

then, he grabs you by the hips and flips you onto your front, making you squeal.

“mingyu?!”

“been wanting to bend you over my desk,” mingyu says gruffly. “fuck you from behind. can i, baby?”

you moan. “please, yes, give it to me—”

you hear him spit again, and then the head of his cock presses against your entrance. he’s so much bigger than you’d anticipated. you scramble to grab the edge of the table as he rocks into you slowly, a long, loud whine forced out of you. his spit may not have been enough lube, but there’s more than enough of your slick to ease the slide.

his cock bullies into you, stretching you out deliciously and almost painfully, and it never seems to end.

“what a pretty pussy,” he murmurs. “taking my cock so well.”

“a-ah, love your cock,” you babble. “‘s so good.”

“god, i’ve barely even started and you’re already fucked dumb.” he growls. “aren’t you just so perfect for me, doll?”

he hisses when your cunt clenches around his cock. “yes!” you cry. “all for you. all yours.”

his hips buck at your words, and the remaining couple of inches are shoved into your cunt, making you cry out in surprise. he rubs your back in apology, and as soon as you give him the go-ahead, he starts fucking you earnestly.

he gropes your tits and your ass and admires the view of you sprawled out across his work desk, naked save the skirt bunched around your waist, face plastered sideways onto the tabletop. he leans forward and fucks you harder, and you scramble desperately, trying to find something to hold onto, fingertips clawing at the table.

“ungh, mingyu,” you moan. “s-so good, so good—”

“yeah? tell me how much you like my cock, baby.”

“so big, so warm,” you cry. “harder, harder!”

he pistons into you and the pleasure overwhelms you. your cunt clenches around his cock as you try to hold back your orgasm.

“fuck, baby,” he swears. “so tight and warm around me. i’m not going to last long.”

you’re sobbing now. “g-gonna cum,” you whimper. “wanna cum.”

he slides a finger over your clit, and that’s all it takes for you to cum with a scream. he fucks you through your orgasm into oversensitivity, and you clench around him sporadically as you twitch, sparks of pleasure shooting up your spine.

“where d’you want it?” he asks, teeth clenched.

“inside, please give it to me inside,” you answer quickly.

with a growl, he starts to cum, shooting hot semen into your pussy. it makes you cum again, arching violently, and he fucks you through both of your orgasms.

finally, he slows, and pulls out gingerly. he flips you onto your back, then watches the cum start dripping out of your pussy with a dopey, satisfied grin.

you pant, chest heaving enticingly, as you recover from your two orgasms in record time. “well shit,” you mutter. “that was probably the best sex i’ve had in my life.”

“guess it needs to happen again, then,” mingyu says, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. you laugh, slapping his arm, and he giggles too, fending off your attacks.

“but for real, though, i do really like you. and. i know we kind of fast-forwarded a little bit, but i’d like if we could try getting to know each other and maybe try dating…?” he asks, suddenly shy.

“i’ll agree to that,” you say, watching him perk up. “on one condition.”

his eyes are bright with puppy-like excitement. “what is it?”

you point down your body at the cum pooling on your pussy and dripping onto the table. “find a way to clean that up.”

with a smirk, he drops to his knees again.

“with pleasure.”

[f0point5]

I think I have sent this same request some time ago but I still would like you to write something about Emilia and Max hanging out with Victoria’s children and maybe thinking about their own future kids. But really anything with Max and Emilia would be great!

I don’t think I’ve ever seen this one, but tumblr eats asks sometimes 🤷‍♀️ but it’s too cute so here you go! I am keeping these short but I hope you still enjoy it!

✨Set during summer break 2024✨

I’m having his baby (…) no, I’m not

You take a sip of your rosé as Victoria comes to stand beside you. You’re lurking in the doorway of the lounge, watching Max sitting on the couch with his baby niece in his arms. He’s bobbing her in a gentle motion, his hands looking huge around her tiny, swaddled body.

“God, I remember when we used to say our kids would get married,” Vic says beside you, and you laugh.

You did say that. As little kids you would wish to be sisters, and somehow the only way you could think to make that happen would be for your children to marry each other. Like in that Flintstones movie you used to love. You’d draw pictures of the two of you sitting on the porch of a large house, watching your children get married.

Now you wonder if your mums thought the same, during those summers in Italy, as they watched you all play. They swear now that they did, that the mother’s intuition told them you and Max were tied together by some invisible chord that chafed on both your wrists. “A mother always knows,” Sophie said to you when she saw you last, “you will know, too”.

“And now that would be illegal and dangerous for our grandkids,” you say, shaking your head. “Crazy,”

“I like it better this way,” Victoria says, putting her arm around your shoulder and squeezing you into a hug.

“Me, too,” you agree, your eyes fixed on Max and Hailey. He’s whispering to her in Dutch, her eyes fluttering closed every few seconds as she yawns in his face, which only makes him smile. He’s utterly mesmerised by her. And you’re mesmerised by him.

I swear I can actually feel my ovaries right now.

“He’s so good with kids,” Vic says. “Even with Jaye I remember he was so gentle,”

“Yeah,” you agree, only half hearing her as you take another sip.

“Gives you baby fever, huh?”

You choke on your wine. Was that Victoria or your subconscious talking?

Vic, are you in here? No, of course she’s not in here. She’s just being nosey. Act natural.

“Are you okay?” Max asks from the couch. You look over at him as you wipe your mouth, coughing once as you nod. Even as he looks at you in concern, he never stops the gentle bouncing motion of the baby in his arms.

You go to answer, but Vic beats you to it, blunt as ever. “I was just saying, you will be having one of your own soon, yeah?” She smiles, nodding at Hailey.

If Max is panicking as much as you, he doesn’t show it, just shrugging. “I mean, ye-“ You can feel your eyes widen, and he stops when he sees your face. He tries again. “May-“ he frowns at you, silently begging for help. “No?” You nod gently, and Max turns to Victoria. “No.”

She looks at you in mild disbelief. “No?”

“No,” you emphasise to both Verstappens.

You love them dearly but genetics are a crazy thing - they both share a chronic disregard for timing. They want it all, and they want it now, in any order, all order be damned.

“You’re not getting any younger,” Victoria says, nudging you.

“That is just rude,” you tell her, and she just smiles unapologetically.

“Oh, come on,” she implores, reaching up to wind her finger around a lock of your hair, “a little baby with Max’s eyes and your hair?”

“And both of our tempers,” you say with a chuckle. “Can you imagine that? Besides, we can barely make cereal, and you want us to raise a baby?”

You look at Max for support, but he’s no longer paying attention. He’s looking down at his niece like he’s holding water.

Maybe a baby can live on cereal, if her dad looks at her like that.

“I’m going to go put Hailey down for her nap,” Vic says, jerking you from your thoughts.

She goes over to take a sleepy Hailey from Max’s arms, and he looks loathe to let her go. She looks so much bigger when held by her mother, and her so much more fragile.

“When I get back, we can start on dinner. I’m going to make cereal,” Vic teases in a whisper, winking at you as she passes.

Max snorts with laughter, and you shoot Vic a glare as she starts to hum, shuffling her way out of the lounge towards the bedroom.

You join Max on the couch, falling onto it beside him with a heavy sigh.

“So glad I’m an only child,” you say, rolling your eyes. When Max doesn’t respond, you glance over at him to find him staring at his hands. You nudge him gently. “What?”

“You do,” he starts, leaning back as he turns to you. “Want kids, someday, don’t you?With me. I mean…you don’t think I’ll be, like…”

“No,” you answer quickly, when you understand what he’s getting at.

You silently curse yourself for that joke about tempers. For ever making him think that’s something you worry about. You know there’s a heaviness in Max, in both of you. You know that he is so much more than his father’s son. But you also know that the weight on his shoulders will keep him crooked until he can see that for himself. You hope knowing you see it will be enough for now.

“I want your baby, Max. Someday. There’s no one else I would ever do this with besides you and not just because I love you, but because I know you’ll be an amazing dad,” you tell him honestly, and even that small platitude seems to relax his shoulders. “But can we at least get to one year of baby making activities before we start painting a nursery?”

Max nods, letting out a husk of a laugh. “I’m shit at painting anyway,” he says, looking at you from under those eyelashes that you secretly envy.

Maybe she’ll inherit those, too.

“Free practice?” You offer with a smirk, holding your hand for his.

Max looks at your outstretched palm for a moment before taking your hand in his. “Free practice,” he agrees, using his grip on your hand to pull you forward so that your chest is pressed against his. “I’m looking forward to FP2 later,”

[elyvorg]

The Most Significant Change in AAI2’s Official Localisation (according to me)

Ace Attorney Investigations 2 finally has an official localisation! This is kind of mind-boggling to those of us who played the fan translation and have loved it in that form for years, never expected an official localisation to happen, and now suddenly have to get used to everything about it being Just Slightly Different.

Having played the official localisation in full, I can say that for the most part, it’s even better than the already-excellent fan translation! Most of the lines have just a little bit more colour in them now, and there’s a bunch of small nuances that went over my head before that are emphasised better in the new version. There are some lines I prefer in the fan translation, but they’re vastly outnumbered by all the lines I prefer in the official version. All in all, strongly recommend fans of the fan translation to check out the official version in some form.

However, among these minor lines here and there that I prefer in the fan translation, there is also this one small but much more significant thing from the fan translation which is not present in the official version. I happen to care about this small-but-significant detail a lot, so here is a post explaining exactly why this is a Thing that Matters (to me, at least).

(This will mention major spoilers for the game! Do not click the readmore unless you have experienced the entire story of AAI2 in some form.)

The Thing is this: In the fan translation, Simon refers to his friend as “Knightley”, all the time. Meanwhile, in the official localisation, Simeon always calls him “Bronco”.

Now, I get why the localisers did this. It’s a Japanese cultural thing – in Japanese, it’s common for even close friends to address each other by their surnames, and indeed, Sim(e)on referred to Knight(ley) by his surname in the original Japanese game. This is usually changed into friends using each other’s first names in English localisations, because it feels strange in English to see two close friends addressing each other in what feels like a distant and formal kind of way.

(For example, in The Great Ace Attorney, Ryunosuke and Kazuma addressed each other by their surnames in Japanese, and this was – very correctly – localised to them using each other’s first names in English. It would feel wrong to an English speaker for these best friends not to do that, even though they are still characters from Japan.)

So it just makes sense as the obvious localisation choice to have Simeon refer to his friend with his given name, rather than his surname.

However! In this particular instance, I firmly 100% believe that this was the wrong decision.

See, Simon calling Knightley by his surname in the fan translation isn’t just an awkward holdover of a somewhat more direct Japanese translation – it actually means something. It’s a subtle hint that Simon doesn’t actually see Knightley as the friend he supposedly is; he’s distancing himself from his friend by talking about him in this more detached way.

This is subtle enough that it isn’t a spoiler, either! On my first playthrough of the fan translation, I never batted an eye at Simon using his friend’s surname. Some people in English-speaking countries do just prefer to go by their surname, even to their friends – particularly when their first name is kind of awkward. It felt perfectly natural that Knightley might prefer to be called just that even by his best friend, instead of “Horace”, which sounds somewhat old-fashioned and dorky.

(And this would go double, surely, for someone whose first name is freaking Bronco of all things. It’d make plenty of sense that he’d rather be called Knight!)

Knightley himself probably didn’t even question it. I imagine Simon would have called him Horace while they were kids at the orphanage, but then when Simon reappeared in his life years later after his disappearance and was calling him Knightley instead, Knightley probably shrugged and figured, yeah, Horace is kind of a dorky name, he’s not a kid any more, “Knightley” is way cooler. (Especially with his obsession with chess, not to mention his whole white-knight complex towards Simon.)

The biggest reason why this means something is that Simon calls him Knightley almost the entire time, with one single exception. In the flashback to their impromptu nighttime meeting in the prison, in which Simon knows he’s about to get his “friend” killed and this is the last time he’ll ever see him, the final thing he says to him is, “Goodbye, Horace.”

He uses Knightley’s first name, for the only time in the game’s present. And so, precisely because he’s used his surname every other time, this simple line becomes an achingly telling sign that Simon still cares about his best friend despite everything, despite the fact that he is literally getting him killed. It’s like he’s remembering the happier times they had being friends at the orphanage before everything turned sour, like a part of him wishes they could still have that, and it breaks my heart.

(This is the same in the Japanese, too – he uses his friend’s given name, which is a sign of extremely close friendship in Japanese and would have even more of an impact to Japanese-speaking players.)

This implication isn’t there in the official localisation, because it can’t be. Not when Simeon calls him Bronco all the time anyway, even when he’s revealed his true colours and is no longer pretending for the sake of Edgeworth and company. Which means that he simply did call him Bronco the whole time, even after they reunited, even while secretly wanting him dead. In that context, using the name Bronco when saying goodbye to him in the prison means nothing in particular. It’s just the name he always uses.

…Okay, granted, it’s not like that flashback scene has no emotional weight in the official version. It still is Simeon coming to talk to his friend one last time when he doesn’t really need to, which still means a lot on its own. But the final line itself isn’t a particularly notable part of it. In the localisation, it’s “Goodbye, Bronco. …And farewell.” The added “farewell” mostly just serves to make it obvious that he knows this is the very last time they’ll meet, but I suppose there is at least something to the fact that you wouldn’t usually say that to someone you didn’t care about. I don’t think it hits nearly as hard as calling him Horace for the first and only time in twelve years, though.

It seems like either the official localisers didn’t notice the significance of the given name in that line there, or they did notice it but they decided that localising Simeon to use his friend’s given name the rest of the time, like localisers normally would, was worth losing the impact of that line. And I firmly disagree that this was worth it. There’s nothing inherently wrong about Knight going by Knight even to his best friend, even if it might feel a little awkward in principle, and the emotional impact of the final thing his best friend says to him would have absolutely made up for that.

[usertoxicyaoi]

"Who said I hated him?"

STAY WITH ME (2023). Episode 1 -> Episode 8.

[gracefulserpent1207]

OK so I just wanna take a moment to look back at this scene from Sonic Prime cuz I've realised something for the first time whilst rewatching it the other day.

If you look closely at Shadow's mouth as he starts to reach out to Sonic, you can see the slightest hint of a smile, which is emphasised by his eyes softening and his ears perking up.

I always looked at this scene thinking that Shadow immediately knew that something was wrong with Sonic (and that's why he reaches out), but now, looking back on it, I realise that that's not actually the case.

The way his ears perk up, the way his eyes soften and the way he smiles slightly – this guy wasn't worried, he was hopeful/happy. Because for a split second, he thought it had worked without anyone getting hurt. Which is why he reaches out to Sonic. Their plan has worked and it's all because Sonic made a sacrifice – he's grateful for that and so he's happy Sonic is okay, and he wants to let him know (despite the fact that that isn't in his nature).

Until he realises that Sonic ISN'T okay.

You can physically see the moment he realises this – the way his smile disappears, the way his eyes shrink, the way his ears droop. For a second, he was happy and grateful that Sonic made a sacrifice without getting hurt, but he IS hurt, so suddenly that happiness is gone.

This is such an interesting scene to me because whilst it's not necessarily out of nature for Shadow to show so much concern for Sonic, he has still come out of his comfort zone. It shows just how much their relationship has grown through this series (I don't necessarily mean this romantically btw) and especially how much Shadow as a character has grown.

Also going back to something someone else said about how the stand Sonic is stood on looks like the chamber Shadow was contained in when Maria died and how the look on his face reflects how he's reminded of Maria's death and is worried that the same thing has happened again but with Sonic–

Say what you will about Sonic Prime but the attention and detail that went into the animation is phenomenal!

[gay-dorito-dust]

Maybe hook x reader where she is like sunshine reincarnated like she’s so bubbly

Hook never understood how you could be so energetic and bubbly all the time, but yet it was because you were the way that you are that has lead him into adoring you in the first place unashamedly.

You saw things in a brighter hue of colour than he did and greeted others with a smile that it outshone any and all the stars that hung in the night sky above Merlin Academy.

It was due to your sweet and bubbly persona that made Hook more weary of the people that tried so hard to associate with you for one reason or another, he didn’t wish for your kindness to be seen as a weakness to be exploited.

So he’d often acts as your personal guard dog and scared off those who sought you out for their own personal agenda by flashing his hook along with a couple of vague threats before watching with pride as they ran with their tails firmly tucked between their legs.

‘James.’ You’d say.

Hook smiles as he crosses over to you and holds you close as he uses the back of his hook to trace your jawline. ‘Now before you say anything dearest, did I mention that I adore the sparkle in your eyes whenever you see something or hear something you love, or the way you’d grab my arm and squeeze it when you could hardly contain your excitement before dragging me along your escapades.’ He says sweetly as your pout was quick to become a growing smile as you found yourself unable to be mad at him for long periods of time.

‘You are temporarily forgiven.’ You’d tell him as he raises brow at you.

‘Only temporarily?’ He gasps, holding both hand and hook to his chest, closing his eyes as though in pain, ‘darling you wound me.’ He adds, opening one eye to look at you adoringly as you laugh at his dramatics before playfully swatting his bicep.

‘Okay you’re fully forgiven. I shall pardon your actions today because I can never seem to remain upset at you, captain handsome.’ You said as hook hummed at your new nickname for him. ‘Captain handsome?’ He rests on his tongue, ‘is there a joke somewhere in that I’m missing sweetheart.’ He adds as he rests his forehead against yours.

‘No,’ you giggle as you peppered hook’s face in kisses, much to his delight. ‘Just wanting an excuse to call you handsome.’ You add cheekily before squealing when he pulls you in by the waist and steals a kiss from your lips, smiling.

James Hook refused to share you, his beloved darling. with anyone else. You were his greatest treasure, his friend, his confidant but most importantly his love and he’d be damned if he lets that fool Peter Pan -who had been eying you for a while- to have you when you were his to have and to hold for as long as he could.

For you were the light he was refused from accepting but now he’d happily watch as you spread your love, happiness and joy to all you thought needed it most however you could. You were warm again this skin in more ways then one, your soul burned brightest when you were making others happy or relieving them of their stresses.

Hook may not value the same things as you did but that didn’t mean he couldn’t admire your valiant efforts to help as many people as you could, all the while smiling that gorgeous smile of yours while doing so.

You were his sunshine and he wasn’t about to let anyone take you away. Safe to say you warmed his cold heart back to life, and while your bubbly nature could often leave him with a need to keep you safe form those who thought this insinuated your nativity, when in actuality it emphasised your emotional intelligence in comparison to others who didn’t feel that same level of comfortably yet.

James hook would always be proud of his partner who was nothing short of sunshine incarnated in human form.

Warm, welcoming, and above all kind.

[lundenloves]

BABY’S FIRST WORDS

〔 a fluff piece brought to you by yours truly. domesticity at its finest, featuring the rarity of simon joking and we even observe a rare laugh from him. not without his usual cluelessness and blunt nature though. king! 〕

˗ˏˋ i honestly love him just existing as a dad. learn as you go type stuff, his daughter latching onto him when he wanted it least must’ve done him good. our emotionally stunted husband — someone give this man a hug and tell him he’s alr.

⇀ 1k | no warnings

dad!simon masterlist | masterlist | request info | taglist

Of course. Of course it had happened the only ten minutes of the day you had left her — barely managing one foot in the shower before Simon had opened the door with your daughter in his hands. Not arms, but hands. “She spoke.” He provided lamely, holding her out to you as if she contained a transferable illness. 

You grabbed a towel, wrapping it around your dry body before taking her from him, the smile she made was adoring. “She what.” Brows pung upward, your brief frown at his interruption loosening into a warmth while peppering kisses all across her cheeks. “She—“ 

“She said my name.” 

“She said Simon?” You retorted and he scoffed, taking a step backward to the door, forearm leant on the threshold. “Dad?” She reached for your hair, small fingers pulling on it with a smile when you had begun bouncing her from side to side. 

Simon shifted. “Bit like,” His words were lost for a baby laugh, one that echoed against the bathroom walls. Your hand was against your mouth in milliseconds, finding obvious tears welling in your eyes. 

“What the fuck.” You mouthed, smoothing the hair on her head and Simon raised his brows in acknowledgment of your reaction, the faintest of smiles tugging at the side of his lip. “Sorry, what did she say?” You let a breathy laugh go, one that emphasised your emotionality. 

His eyes switched between you and his daughter, leaning his full weight against the door now. “Da.”

You tilted your head at him. “Doesn’t that make you feel whole?” The baby in your arms began flailing her arms in your hold, reaching for her father as if on cue. 

Simon shrugged, pushing off from the door to close the distance between you and allowing her to poke at his tattoo. “Didn’t think much of it.” He admitted, his eyes landing on yours that had narrowed ever so slightly with an understanding nod. 

“Nothing?”

“Nothing.” He bit at the skin on his top lip, acutely aware of the flaring of your nostrils. A list of potential worries flurrying your mind, ones you would all deem as irrational though Simon probably wouldn’t. It was valid to worry about his reactions. 

His immediate reaction to your daughters first laugh was, “Oh, shit.” The noise being between a baby coo and giggle combined into something that would’ve burst your chest yet only poked at his. He held her outward, stretched forearms while her small feet kicked in the air. 

Then came her first word, one of demand, a strong “Da!” One Simon had told himself meant dad, though it was more likely a protesting noise to be put down. Whatever the noise meant, he granted her outstretched hands, placing her back down onto his knee and bouncing it up and down gently. 

By no means did Simon Riley know what to do with a baby, he was still learning, very slowly — but surely. “What was that?” He mumbled at her, his eyes boring into hers as if she were an adult who could understand his demanding stare. “Tell dad, eh? Say it again.”

To clarify the noise wasn’t made in anger. 

Instead, she grabbed at his shoulder, bunching up the material of his shirt loosely. “Or that.” He muttered, diverting his attention along with her own to Blue Planet that had been on pause for ten minutes since you had left. 

He tapped his fingers in quick succession of the one before, the sofa armrest now becoming a point of interest for the baby who had watched his hand move. Though, right before she could hike off his thigh, he had then decided to take her through to you. You know, just to let you know your daughter had just spoken her first word (noise) alongside a laugh. 

“Did she say anything else?” You asked, pushing a stray strand of hair that had fallen to his forehead only for it to drop back down. 

“Yeah.” He said bluntly, taking her from your hold and looking down to her. “Quantum physics,” 

A pause for your sigh. “Explained it all.” 

You nudged his shoulder, turning to check the shower temperature. “Go put her down. She’s due a sleep.” Your back was to the man, though his expression was easily imagined. “No, I can’t do it.”

Oftentimes, Simon zoned out when doing anything with the baby. It was something he took through future years too, future kids and all ages, arguments at breakfast? Zoned out. Walking with him? Not there. Even talking to him? Meh. 

He put the baby down in a trance, standing over the cot silently praying to gods he didn’t believe in that she would continue her peace. That no cries would break and his headache would remain in its rest, taking slow steps backward when she had shut her eyes. 

“Can't believe she spoke to you.” You had said later that night, leant against a barstool watching Simon cut up an onion in that one way you just couldn’t master. “And not me, that is.” 

“I have a charm.” He pointed the knife on its end, spinning it on the cutting board before eyeing you. “Obviously.”

“A silent-threatening-mediocre type of charm.”

He shrugged, sliding the annoyingly perfect dicing into a pan. “First laugh too.” It was a mumble designed to entice a reaction, and that it did, your arm barging against his after hearing your baby cry on cue. 

“I’ll get something from her yet.” You picked up washing from the bottom stair, beginning up the stairs to go and pacify. 

“Only got the rest of your life!” He shouted for you to hear, gaining an earnest roll of your eyes. 

“I prefer you when you’re quiet.” You spoke aloud, just enough to gain a laugh from him, one you imagined he had let go without permission while aggressively preparing another onion. 

simon ‘ghost’ riley taglist: @vamppxncess @crowbird @tallrock35 @fluffmonster @islanderr @blueoorchid @lea3773 @coldflapjack @rayhawk05 @han11dh @liishook @melovetitties @fallonx @rvjaa @fuckmelifesucks @bhayatsara @takeomisbitch @local-spidey @konigsblog @penutjuice @babychoi03 @sheluvzeren @sparklingtragedy @maviee @wiserebelpartypie @daddylorianisastateofmind @bhayatsara @mistydeyes @writingmysanity @johfaam0 @idkbbyx3 @gressseyy @fwibblefwobble @shibble @maladaptivedaydreamingbum @airghostlyfox @hotgirlsshareaccounts @simpxinnie @dilfdotgov @cliosunshine @bloobewy @lazybutsmexy @maki-z @yyiikes @tieflingteatime @cosmoscoffeee @lilvampirina @cinnabeanz @bubbyblob @spencerreidisbae123

unedited as usual. gonna go over my dad!simon masterlist this week. reblogs and comments are hugely appreciated!

[hanniebaeee]

This man

Best friend Jeonghan x fem!reader

Warnings: maybe a little swearing, kissing

Genre: idiots to lovers, fluff/suggestive MDNI

Summary: You've loved your best friend, Jeonghan, since forever. You're so obvious, but he's an idiot. The question is, are you an idiot too?

You spot Jeonghan as soon as you step into the cafe. This was one of your most favorite cafes, so many good memories here. He was with Joshua (as usual). You and Jeonghan were best friends since primary school, and he found Joshua during his University years. Two best friends from two different times.

You wave hi and take off your coat, hanging it on the back of your chair before sitting down. Jeonghan looked at what you were wearing and smiled. Somehow you two had managed to dress similarly on one too many occasions. Today he wore a pastel green and white chequered shirt with light blue jeans, while you were dressed in a pastel green dress with little white daisies sprinkled on it.

'So, what was so important that I had to get here asap?' You ask.

'Were you busy?' Joshua asked. 'We could have met later.'

'I was working on something with Ver-' You were cut off by Jeonghan who was placing your order all of a sudden, very loudly.

He knew your regular order from here, so he ordered without even asking you. And you just stare at him (a little starstruck every time, but also with a stab of annoyance this time). Communication wasn't one of Jeonghan's strongest points and miscommunication, on the other hand, his natural self. You knew he was mad about something.

'So you were saying?' Joshua said, taking a sip of his coffee.

'Right. I was with VERNON.' You said, emphasising on your friend's name because you knew this made Jeonghan very jealous.

You didn't even know what it was about Vernon that got to Jeonghan so much. Vernon was one of the coolest people you've ever met. You felt lucky to be working with him since he always had the most creative ideas (and best snacks and the bestest cats!).

'Oh right, how's that new project going?' Joshua asked, ignoring Jeonghan's annoyed sighs.

'Really well!' You reply with a smile and you could sense Jeonghan's eyes bore holes into your head.

'What's the matter Jeonghan?' You ask, giving him an irritated look. 'What are you looking at me like that for?!'

'I'm waiting for you to stop gushing over Vernon for a minute' Jeonghan retorted.

'Yah! I wasn't gushing!' You snap, kicking him under the table.

'Oh real mature, Y/N' he grumbled kicking you back. But his shoe landed on your bare calf, making you gasp.

'That's my leg you idiot!' You say, glaring at him.

He looked to the side as you lift your leg from under the table. His expression changed immediately.

'I'm sorry, I'm sorry' he cooed suddenly, bending down to run his hand over the skin. You feel butterflies in your tummy as his fingers touch your skin.

'It's alright.' You said, feeling the heat creep up your neck.

You sit up straight, only to see Joshua giving you a look.

'What?!' I mouthed to him and he just shook his head with a grin.

Jeonghan straightened as well and said 'You obviously enjoy spending time with him more than with me now.'

'Like you enjoy spending time with Joshua more than with me?' You tease back.

'I don't!' Jeonghan whined.

'Yah!' Joshua had a funny frown on his face.

'Stop bullying me now!' Jeonghan said, taking a bite of his cake.

'Ok ok, so what's the 'thing' you had to tell me?' You ask, digging your fork into Jeonghan's cake.

'So we're having a party at ours this weekend to celebrate the release of my first single album!' Joshua said with a big grin. 'It's doing really well, so we thought we should celebrate. Just some close friends.'

'Oh great!' You said with a smile. 'It's all I see every time I open social media!'

Joshua blushed and said, 'You should bring Vernon too.'

'Of course I will.' You said and you could see Jeonghan rolling his eyes at that.

Jeonghan was mad at you all day. He ignored you and backed out of any conversation you were part of. It made you so mad!.

'Whats the matter babe?' Vernon asked.

'Hannie's being a bitch and I don't even know why!' You muttered, taking his cup from him and sipping his drink.

'Go talk to him' Vernon said with a shrug.

'Right, he runs away every time I try.' You said sadly, sitting next to him, and placing you head on his shoulder. He rested his head on yours and said, 'You two are the biggest idiots I know.'

'What? Why?!' You asked sitting up and looking at him.

'Because, Jeonghan is whipped for you. And you are for him. Two idiots.'

'He's my best friend.' You said with a pout.

'So? Can't best friends love each other? Can't they be a couple?' Vernon asked.

'Yah, don't be loud!' You whispered, touching his hand.

'Well?' He asked. 'I know you love him. Not as a best friend, but as something more.'

'I can't risk it, Vernon. He's not just my friend, he's literally my whole life.' You said sadly. 'I would rather be his friend than going and ruining it all for more.'

'Darling, he feels the same way' he said. 'You should see the way he looks at you and the way he's glaring at me right now' Vernon laughed.

'Stop it!' You said, slapping his hand. 'Oh God, help me!'

'Go for it!' Vernon hyped you up. 'Please, so that he would stop giving me those death stares'.

'He does not!' You said, not believing your own words since you knew how he felt about your friendship with Vernon.

'Please turn around' Vernon said, and you did slowly.

Jeonghan had a drink in hand and he leaned against the door to the kitchen. He WAS actually glaring at you both. You have never seen such a look on Jeonghan. He wasn't a hot head. He actually never got that mad - he was more into solving his problems strategically than with his fists.

'You should go.' Vernon said again, nudging you with his elbow.

'I think I should' You agree and stand up. Taking a deep breath, you walk towards Jeonghan. Seeing you, he pushed himself off the door and started walking away. You run, blocking his way.

'Hey!' You said, 'I want to talk.'

'I don't' he said, trying to step away. He was way taller than you, so it wasn't that hard for him to escape.

'Hannie please!', You said in a small voice, head hung. The only voice you knew would get him. You were right because he froze and turned to look at you. Taking your chin between his index finger and thumb, he raised your face up.

'What's wrong?' He asked, his voice laced with worry.

'We have to talk' You said, and he nodded, taking your hand and leading you to his bedroom. He shut the door behind you. Folding his hands against his chest, he said 'Go on'

You squirmed under his gaze. He was just looking and you were falling apart.

'Um' Your voice and vocabulary decided to say goodbye at the very moment and you stood gaping at the gorgeous man in front of you. His beautiful brown eyes set on you and his dark hair falling over his forehead, almost over his eyes. His black round neck T-shirt and light blue jeans looked perfect on him. You thought he was way too beautiful for someone like you.

You felt the soft material of your navy blue dress crumble under your tight grip.

'What's it sweetheart?' He asked softly. 'Since when do you need all this time and formality to tell me anything, hm?

'Since I'm an idiot and a little bit greedy at this point.' You said, blushing.

'What do you mean?' He asked.

You couldn't look at him. You were embarrassed of yourself, and your pathetic attempt to tell this gorgeous human being that you have been in love with him for a good 10 years. You wanted to cry and you wanted him to just understand already. But Hannie's a tease. Even if he knew he wouldn't say anything.

You sigh and said, 'Sorry I wasted your time, Hannie. You should get back to your party.'

He looked way too shocked to even move. And the look on his face scared you to death.

'You've gotta be kidding me!' He said, his eyes wide.

'Whaat?!' You whine.

'You should try not to tease a man like that!' He growled. 'I just want to spank you for all the times you bring it this far and brush me off!'

'Oh woah woah woah!' You say, holding your hands up. 'Me?! I AM THE TEASE NOW?!'

'Of course you are!! Every single time I think that it's about to happen you pull away! You FUCKING pull away and leave me hanging!'

'I've NEVER brushed you off!' You said, your body shaking. 'Why would I ?!'

'Why don't you tell me that?' Jeonghan snapped.

'Why don't you?'

'You first'

'Jeonghan!' You let out a frustrated sigh.

'I won't let you out of this room until you give me an honest answer.' Jeonghan said, shaking his head.

'Oh right, we'll see about that!' You snap and walk towards the door.

He was there first with his bloody long legs. He blocked your way, locked the door and pressed his back to it.

'Move.' You said as seriously as youbcould. 'Now.'

'I'm sorry, can't do that'

'Why Jeonghan, pray tell!' You said, trying to pry him off the door.

'You know why sweetheart' he said, his voice low and menacing.

'I don't! I can't think why, ok?' You lied, even though could see it now. Vernon was right. THIS MAN!

'Oh you know.' jeonghan teased. 'I can see it on your face.'

'I could just kill you right now!' You mutter, taking your hands off him.

'You naughty girl. Brining Vernon here even though you know that it makes me so mad.' He said, taking a step towards you.

'Hannie. Stop.' You said, putting your hands against his chest to hold him back. 'Vernon is my friend. You know that.'

'Really? Just a friend?' Jeonghan asked, his voice anything but innocent.

'Yes' You said.

'Doesn't feel like it'

'Wow, sounds like a you problem!'

He took another step forward, you took one back. The back of your legs hit his bed and you lost balance. You plopped down at the edge of the bed, looking up at him. Your heart raced and the butterflies in your tummy did you no good. He just looked at you and he looked absolutely ravishing.

'Jeonghan, stop looking at me like that!' You whine, covering your warm face with your cold hands.

You hear a chuckle before he kneels down in front of you.

'What's wrong baby?' He teased, his hands on your wrists, pulling your hands off your face. 'Don't hide from me.'

'Oh my God!' You were absolutely melting under his gaze.

He laughed, not his usual gremlin laugh, but a more sweeter one.

'Are you shy?' He asked. 'Really? For me?'

'I won't shy away from slapping you if you don't stop teasing me!' You warn him.

'Go on then.' He said, turning his face a bit, showing you his right cheek. 'I don't think I can ever stop.'

And you shocked yourself by pressing a kiss on his soft cheek. And before you could pull back, you felt his hand at the nape of your neck. And his lips against yours. You think you died for a moment there, before he pulled you back to life.

Biting his lip, he watched you. Then he kissed you again. And again. And again.

'Baby why are you crying?' He asked, his forehead pressed to yours.

You didn't even realize that you were crying until he asked that question. Wiping your face quickly with the back of your hands, you said 'I've wanted to do that for so long, Hannie'

'How long?' He asked, tilting his head.

'Um... 10 years?' You said, shy and embarrassed.

'What?!' That incredulous look came back to his face. 'You kept this from me for 10 years?!'

'I was scared!' You said. 'I didn't want to lose you!'

'Did you ever stop to think that maybe I felt it too? Why do you think I never had a girlfriend? Why did I put you first all the time?'

'I thought you had a secret girlfriend because you used to giggle into your phone all the time after you started uni!' You said with a shrug.

'What?! I don't giggle!' He said, squeezing your thigh.

'That's not the point. The point is that I thought you met someone at uni. Until I knew that it was just Joshua. Then I thought you were with Joshua!'

'You DID NOT!' he said, turning beet red.

'I'm sorry, Hannie. I knew that when you brought him home' I said giving him a sheepish smile. 'He wouldn't stop flirting with me, haha'

'Mhm' he said with a smile. 'And?'

'And?'

'You wanted to say something?' He asked, his hand still on your thigh.

'Maybe' you muttered. 'Since you're being a big baby and you won't say it first.'

He didn't say anything, just grinned.

'I love you, Hannie. I'm so in love with you.' You said, your insides feeling warm and fuzzy. 'So so much.'

'Yeah?' He asked, cupping your face with his hands. 'That's good, because I'm in love with you too.'

You squeal like a little girl and throw your arms around him, giggling and kissing his cheek.

'Say it again' you say, holding him close.

'I love you. I love you. I love you.' He said, hugging you tight. He kissed you again, long and deep. His lips are wet and warm on yours. This is simply the bestest kiss ever. Then with one arm around you, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his cellphone.

'Shua's looking for us' he said, putting it back.

'Come on, let's get back to the party. Poor Shua.' You said, standing up.

On your way to the door, you stopped still as you felt his hand land a slap on your butt. Face red and voice shaky, you asked, 'What was that for?!'

'For cuddling up to Vernon before' Jeonghan replied simply.

'I thought we were over that'

'You deserve it for teasing me all day!'

'Says the tease!' You retort and move back quickly as he took big steps towards you, caging you between his body and the door, his arms on either side of you. You grin even though this made your legs go all wobbly.

'You are so hot, oh my god!' You said, hands covering your face again.

He laughed and said 'I'm trying to look intimidating here!'

'Ok, hot and intimidating' You said, as he pulled your hands off your face. Again.

He just leaned forward and delivered another mind blowing kiss. 'And, just so you know, you're hot as fuck too'

You laughed and said, 'I love you Hannie'

'I love more, baby.' he said with a wink.

Joshua and Vernon grinned like idiots as they saw you, but were kind enough to keep the teasing for later. But you knew that you wouldn't hear the end of it for a very long time.

When Jeonghan drove you back home, you asked him if he wanted to go up to your apartment with you.

'And do what?' He asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

'Shut up!' You said, turning away to hide your burning cheeks.

He laughed, parking the car and coming up with you. Your roommate was spending the weekend with her boyfriend so you had the house to yourself. Keeping your shoes on the rack near the door, you walked in, for the first time as a couple.

Jeonghan followed you into your bedroom and climbed into your bed. He patted the spot next to him and held out his hand for you. Heart fluttering and legs shaking, you were way too nervous.

Though you have had way too many naughty dreams and fantasies about Jeonghan, seeing him on your bed was a bit scary. You've slept on the same bed so many times over the years, but things are so different and easy when you're just friends.

You put your hand in his, letting him pull you into his arms. Placing your head in his chest and listening to his heartbeats felt surreal. He may have noticed how tense your body was because he kissed your forehead and said 'We don't have to do anything today, ok? I just want to cuddle with you and kiss you for now. We can take it slow.'

'Thank you Hannie' You said, feeling relieved.

You place a soft kiss on his chest. Jeonghan smiled and pulled you closer, if that was even possible. Flush against his toned body, you were trembling a bit.

'Hannie?'

'Yeah?'

'I've only ever dreamed of this...I can't believe you're really here, like this-' You didn't even know what you were saying.

'Yeah? What other dreams do you have? We'll make them all true!' Jeonghan whispered, pressing a kiss on your forehead.

'Don't be so cute!' You said, burying your face in his chest again.

His breathy laughs were the best. Everything about him was just more beautiful now. He's your boyfriend after all.

a/n: I'm in love with these cute dividers by @saradika ❤

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Hi! Just came across your writing and may I say… bravo!!!! I,ve had a thirst for Tangerine and pietro. Of course I can’t think of the many scenarios I’ve imagined at this moment except for one.

May I ask for a bestfriend!pietro x reader where it’s friends to lovers. Where are idiots in love but are both to afraid to say anything. During a gala at Pietro’s jealousy can’t be hidden any longer. This gala isn’t the first where some higher up civilian would hit on you. So this time he finally snaps. He uses his power to pull you away and to his quarters. And the second he gets you in there he crashes his lips to yours. Leading to smut which is some of the best for both parties. I feel like Piet would be a talker going on about “I’ve thought of this every night…” or “you’re mine.” At the time of pure bliss he tells you he is in love with you.

After getting your head clear from how amazing he was in bed you realize you had not said it back and his insecurities show and he starts to apologize but you stop him and are like “Piet… I’m in love with you… I meant it. I’m yours… always have been.

BOOM- round 2

anyway if you don’t like it no biggie but thank you!

hii honey! love love it! there’s no smut in this sadly, just a suggestive ending. kinda accidentally steered from the premise of what you sent it, but still hope that’s okay. thanks for requesting, hope you like it💌

SMUDGE.

pietro maximoff x implied fem!reader — suggestive

word count. 928

Donations were a big deal to the compound. The team relied on wealthy people —other than Tony— to pour money into them. Naturally meaning gala funding events were just as important as the donations.

You were amusing a particularly rich individual, listening to him talk as a means to keep him engaged, though he didn’t quite understand that. To him, you were entertaining his flirts, firing some back as if you were interested – but you weren’t. You didn’t really care for much that came from his mouth. 

But to Pietro, his view across the room looked anything but. It seemed as if you were interested in him: the way you remained engrossed in conversation, feet pointing at him, even smiling. Which of course, he hated most.

“We have to go,” Pietro walks over to the pair of you and announces your departure. “Come on,” his head gestures to the door, his arm slinking into yours. 

“Yeah, just a second,” you turn to look at him, narrowing your eyes as if to scold him for disrupting your money grabbing flow. 

“No, now,” he tugs your arm, nodding at you.

“Just give me a minute,” you forcefully smile at Pietro, trying not to arouse suspicions with the man. 

His head tilts to the side, emphasising how badly he means it.

You turn to look at the rich guy to your right, smiling apologetically. “Please excuse me, I’ll be right back.”

Before the man has time to respond, Pietro has begun whisking you away – rushing you to the privacy of his room across the compound.

“What was that about?” you squint at him, frustration evident in your voice. “I was so close to getting that cheque— do you know how much it was?”

“I don’t care,” he shakes his head, voice soft between the close distance of the pair of you.

“It was a lot, Pietro. It could’ve really helped us all,” you reiterate.

“Why were you talking to him?” he asks, eyes gentle as he looks over you. 

And then, you caught on – picking up on why he was acting this way.

“To get his money,” you reassure. 

“Did you like him?” he questions, eyes darting down to your lips.

“No,” you utter, eyes mirroring his. 

“No?” he repeats, slowly leaning in. 

You faintly shake your head, watching him as he closes that very short distance between you. It was happening.

And then, and then, it finally happens – his lips brush against yours as if he was testing the waters, silently seeing if you too have been feeling the same way as him. And when you don’t pull away or push him off, it only makes it clear.

You kiss him back, pouring those same repressed romantic feelings into something physical. It all grows hot and rushed and heated, a couple slow, testing pecks turning into something far more urgent. A deep makeout soon evolving – muffled, breathy moans being caught between the act.

It was like each of your brains switched off, like neither of you had to think about anything or question what was next. Like you both instinctively knew where that initial kiss was going.

He walks you back into the wall behind you, his front almost pushing you up against it. Pietro breaks from the kiss first, pulling away to look over you – your lipstick smudged over your mouth. 

You can’t help but smile when you see the state of his lips, your lippy smeared in a way that you’re almost certain matches yours. You reach up, brushing your thumb over the top of his chin to wipe some away – which barely did a thing.

“Is it my shade?” he jokes, his hands pawing at your waist – eager to get to your skin behind your lavish floor length dress.

“Mhm-hm,” you hum, your hands also pawing at him, desperately trying to get him out of his shirt. 

He bunches your dress, pulling it up from around your thighs – holding it around your hips as if to gain access to you. “Been thinking about this,” he whispers, words barely audible despite the lack of space between you. It was quiet, like he wasn’t sure he even wanted you to hear it.

But you did, you heard it.

He lowers a hand to your bare hip like an attempt to deflect from his vocal honesty, palm warm and distracting against your skin. His fingers itching lower and towards the elastic of your underwear.

Simultaneously, he presses kisses under your jaw, roughly littering them across the sensitive skin at the top of your neck – almost bruising marks into you. 

You take a beat, waiting a substantial time for those words to sink in. “You have?” you whisper back, hands stilling around the buttons of his shirt.

“I have, what?” he asks, pulling his face from the tucked position in the crook of your neck.

Your head tilts to the side faintly. “Thought about this.”

He exhales, eyes darting over you – feeling cornered. 

“I have,” you interrupt to reassure him. “Loads.”

“What do you think about?” he questions, boyish smile present as if to charm you. 

“You.”

He hums, pressing a kiss to your lips. “And what about me?”

You resume the unbuttoning of his shirt, freeing his chiselled front of the fabric – doing everything not to share those private, recurring thoughts of him. 

His hand on your hip pulses, squeezing into you as if to persuade and tempt you. “If you tell me what I did… I can do it,” he whispers against your mouth. “I can make it real.”

[malereadermaniac]

Serial Cheater ~ Mako x Male Reader

This takes place somewhere along season 2 - Mako having just broken up with Korra and chatting to Asami again You are a core member of team Avatar! word count: 750 - Short fic! Sorry lol m!reader (no genitalia mentioned) / FDNI

Even though Mako is the kind of guy fan girls swoon over, most people would say that he's pretty down to earth

Your friends wouldn't describe Mako as flirty or as a serial romantic

But for the entire time you've known the muscular fire bender, some things have stuck out to you - most notably that he is, in fact, a flirt and a serial cheater (on accident)

Mako never actually means any harm to the girls he dates, but you have noticed a trend in his dating patterns of dating drop-dead gorgeous girls with a little overlap between them

It may just be the law of attraction - maybe Mako is just a magnet to romance and he can't help it

But it's most definitely a fact that if an opportunity is presented to the police officer, he takes it

And that is exactly what got the both of you into this situation

Mako and you were hanging out, Korra away somewhere on avatar business and everyone else at their respective jobs

The two of you were just chilling in Mako's apartment, having ordered take-out and drinking some new companies mass-produced rice-wine

As conversations drifted from one to the other, Mako started to vent about his highly active love-life

Being a good friend, you listened to the tall police officer - nodding along to assure him that you're listening to his ramble about his feelings for Korra and also for Asami

You of course throw in a joking comment or two at Mako's adulterous nature, but all in all you listen to his problems and offer your comfort

And your comforting and caring nature, mixed with the alcohol in Mako's system, was what resulted in your current situation

That being you on Mako's lap, making out with you handsome friend

Yes, you broke the kiss initially

Yes, you said you two shouldn't do this because of your close friendship with both of Mako's love interests

Yes, Mako begged for your warm, soft lips and for your comfort

And yes, you gave in...

Even though Mako was just yapping on about kissing Asami less than 24 hours ago, his chiseled face and warm brown eyes drew you in like an inescapable black hole

As the two of you made out, clothing started to make its way off of your body - the air in Mako's apartment becoming hotter and stuffier

But as your nude chest rubbed against the handsome man's pecs, a knock of the door forced you two apart

"Mako? Hey I wanna... talk about earlier!" you could hear your dear friend's voice shout

Asami was behind that door, and you most certainly didn't want her to walk in and see you and her not-so-boyfriend-boyfriend getting it on

You and Mako struggle to get off of one another and desperately reach for your clothes to cover up

You head to the bathroom to hide and dress back up as Mako let's Asami in to talk

You over-hear the two as you wait in your friends' tiny bathroom

Their conversation had ups and downs, but it definitely ended in an up

You peaked out of the crack between the door frame and the door, watching as Asami and Mako kissed goodbye

As the front door shut, you open the bathroom door and lean on the frame

"Sooo... looks like you really just can't help yourself" you say with a smirk to Mako

The tall man chuckles as he walks over to you

"Heh... yeah, I guess so"

"I don't think you deny being a playboy much longer, haha..." you joke

Mako holds you head up with his soft hand to make you look him in the eye - Mako's height being emphasised

"Shut up... and what if I am?" Mako half-lids his eyes as he focuses on your features

And while you know that it's a dick move on your part, breaking Asami's and even Korra's trust, you couldn't help but push your lips against Mako's

Your hands rest on Mako's strong chest, his tongue slipping past your lips as his masculine hands slip onto your waist

"That's what I'd do if your were... Hmhm~" you laugh after breaking from Mako's warm lips

The two of you laugh as the strong man picks you up, your legs wrapping around his waist and your arms around his neck

As Mako makes his way to his bed, all thoughts of guilt float out and away from your brain

[misshoneyimhome]

500 FOLLOWERS FESTIVAL

“No one gets to treat you like that, you hear me? no one.” I Joseph Woll

Summary; You and Joseph Woll share a wonderful bond - a bond that might just be so strong that none of you dare to risk ruining it. However, one evening, Joe just can't hold it in any longer.

Tropes & warnings; best friend!Joe; friends to lovers - no warnings; (idk, maybe language?)

Other notes; I do apologise if I've written anything close to this before, however, I do just really love this sort of trope - and hopefully, it's still enjoyable 🙏🏼 So much love for our sweet goalie 🤗🌺

Word count; 2.9K

Taglist; @couldawouldashoulda50 @findapenny@justwanderingbutneverlost @cixrosie

➼｡ﾟ

Joseph Woll was undeniably your closest friend. In your eyes, he was the epitome of kindness, and you couldn't help but adore and stand by him through every game, sharing in every triumph as well as every setback. You simply cherished the bond you shared, relishing the relationship and closeness, even though it never strayed beyond the boundaries of friendship. 

_

You had known Joseph ever since his early days with the Maple Leafs, where you had been introduced through a mutual friend. Initially, he was just another aspiring hockey player striving to carve out his place, and you were simply thrilled to get to know him, even if only briefly. However, it didn't take long for you to see the kind heart beneath his competitive exterior, and as time passed, your bond only deepened, evolving into a connection that felt as natural as breathing.

Your relationship was swiftly built on late-night chats, shared jokes, and unwavering support. So, when Joseph returned to the Leafs, you were already there, right at the front, cheering louder than anyone in the crowd. And whether celebrating triumphs or enduring defeats, you remained his constant, the person he could always rely on.

You attended nearly every game you could – especially if you knew he’d play first goalie – often wearing a Leafs jersey with "Woll" proudly displayed on the back. And while others started to notice your constant presence, many assuming you were a couple, you both knew the truth – you were just friends, albeit very close ones.

Spending time together outside the rink was one of the highlights of your friendship. Whether it was a quiet movie night at your place or a lazy Sunday afternoon baking at his, the comfort and ease between you were undeniable. Yet, amidst these moments there were subtle gestures – the brush of his hand against yours when passing the popcorn, the way he’d tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear, or the lingering hugs that lasted just a second longer than necessary. These moments were filled with a tension that neither of you acknowledged but both felt.

Yet despite the constant whispers and assumptions from others, Joseph always made it clear how much he valued your friendship. “I couldn’t imagine my life without you,” he’d express, genuine fondness colouring his words. “You’re my rock.”

And each time, you’d smile, brushing off any deeper implications. “That’s what friends are for, right?” you’d reply with a soft smile, though quietly longing for something more.

Believing that Joseph viewed you solely as a friend was simpler, as he frequently emphasised the significance of your friendship and how much he treasured it. Thus, you opted to keep your feelings to yourself, satisfied with the deep connection you both cherished, even if it meant hiding the occasional longing that haunted your sleepless nights. 

_

What you didn’t realise, though, was that Joseph was grappling with his own struggles and had developed a significant crush on you over the years. However, to avoid jeopardising the cherished friendship between you two, he was attempting to create some distance, even though whenever he spent time with you, everything seemed perfect, and he found himself falling even more deeply.

You meant so much more to him than you realised. And it pained him especially to witness you getting hurt, as you had a bad habit of attracting the wrong kind of partners – men who simply failed to recognise your incredible qualities. They would charm you with sweet words and false promises, only to exploit your kindness and leave you feeling used and abandoned. And Joseph was always there to console you and provide a shoulder to cry on, yet each instance tore him apart inside.

He wanted to protect you, to shield you from pain, and show you what genuine love truly entailed. However, fear held him back – the fear that confessing his feelings would change everything, and he couldn’t bear the thought of losing you.

Yet, he frequently found himself gazing at you when you weren’t looking, his heart swelling with unspoken sentiments. The sparkle in your eyes when discussing something you were passionate about, the warmth that radiated from your laughter, and the gentle kindness you extended to those around you – all captivated him. Each time he witnessed your smile, his heart skipped a beat, and every tear you shed felt like his world crumbling. You were his everything, even if you weren’t aware of it, and he would go to great lengths to keep you in his life, even if it meant concealing his true feelings indefinitely.

He just treasured your friendship too much to risk it, and therefor he concealed his feelings. At times, he even withdrew slightly, attempting to manage the emotions that threatened to overwhelm him, and despite your notices and inquiries about his well-being, he maintained his casual and composed facade, offering a reassuring smile while his heart suffered in silence.

However, as the burden of his secret weighed heavily upon him, Joseph gradually recognised that he could reach a breaking point at any moment. And then, one night, he found himself unable to contain it any longer.

_

The atmosphere in the arena was thick with disappointment as the Leafs suffered a 3-1 defeat against the Bruins in the fourth game of the playoffs' first round. Samsonov had started as goalie, but only shortly into the third period, Joseph was called onto the ice, and despite his efforts, the outcome remained unchanged. And now, with the Bruins leading the series 3-1, the Leafs faced a battle for survival in the upcoming playoff game.

The only silver lining for Joseph that night was your unwavering support. However, this time, you weren't alone. You had brought along a date—a guy you'd recently met, chatted with for a few weeks, had some casual coffee dates with, and now wanted to introduce to your everyday life, including Joseph.

And initially, the idea seemed promising, and you were genuinely pleased when he agreed to accompany you to the game. Even as the match unfolded, your date appeared to be enjoying himself.

But when the final buzzer signalled the Leafs' loss, the weight of disappointment hung heavily in the arena, and as you made your way down to meet Joseph, you sensed that perhaps this wasn't the ideal moment for introductions. But there was no turning back now. So, when you saw Josephs’ crestfallen expression, you did your best to offer a gentle smile as you approached him and embraced him tightly.

"I'm so sorry, Joe..." you spoke softly, giving him a light squeeze before pulling back and meeting his gaze with empathy. “You did so amazingly!” You knew your words couldn't fully heal his wounds, but as always you wanted to express your unwavering support and lighten the mood, even if only slightly.

And in response, Joseph managed a faint smile. "We gave it our all, right?" he sighed deeply, to which you nodded.

"Look on the bright side, there's still a chance for redemption. It'll be a tough fight, but there's hope.” You flashed him a soft smile. “And knowing the Leafs well enough, I’m sure there's a good chance you'll make a comeback."

With those words, it felt as though you had magically lifted the weight from the room just a little. Even other players managed soft smiles as they shared moments with their partners and families, and sensing that the tension had eased, you took the opportunity to introduce your date to your best friend.

At first, things seemed to be going smoothly. They exchanged handshakes, greeting each other with content smiles as they acknowledged the roles, they both played in your life. Yet, you couldn't shake the feeling that there was something tense about the situation. And unable to pinpoint exactly what it was, you felt a pang when your date suddenly attempted to inject humour by making a snide comment about your relationship with the team. Fortunately, you managed to brush it off, though his words stung. Yet, it was when you felt an urgent need to visit the ladies' room that the atmosphere of the evening took a sudden turn.

"So, you and y/n... you're just friends?" your date asked Joseph as the two of them were left alone, the hallway slowly emptying out.

"Yeah... why do you ask?" Joseph inquired, curious about his intentions.

"Oh, nothing... you just seem... you know, really into her," your date remarked with an overly confident smirk, as if trying to assert dominance in a game with your best friend.

However, Joseph wasn't in the mood for games anymore. He was tired and disappointed by the loss, so he simply shrugged. "Sure, I mean, she's an amazing person, so... yeah, I guess I like her."

"Well, why don't you just make a move on her then?"

Joseph's eyes narrowed at the smart remark from the stranger.

"What do you mean? We're friends, and you're the one dating her..." he felt a little puzzled.

"Oh, come on, man," the guy chuckled darkly. "She's great and all... but to be honest, she's just a good fuck."

Joseph was utterly taken aback by his words. How could he say something so disrespectful straight to his face? You were his best friend, and this guy was talking about you as if you were some casual acquaintances he was merely hooking up with, completely disregarding your feelings. Did he not realise you were dating?

"What are you talking about?" was all Joseph managed to ask, feeling the anger boiling within him, fuelled by the disappointment of the loss.

"What I said... she's nice, but I'm just looking for a good fuck, that's all," your date grinned again, his smirk growing even wider and more arrogant by the second. "Actually, I was hoping to score with some other girls here... like that one over there," he pointed to a tall brunette chatting with Auston. "She's more my type... y/n, she's just... I don't know, like girlfriend material or something—and that's not what I'm after."

Joseph couldn't believe what he was hearing. His heart raced in his chest, his fists clenched at his sides as he took a step closer to your date, his voice low and menacing. "Are you fucking serious right now?" he practically growled. "She's not someone you can just toy with and treat like shit. She's an incredible person, and she deserves far better than someone like you."

Your date looked slightly surprised, muttering something under his breath, as he hadn't anticipated Joseph responding with such force.

Nor had anyone else. Those still lingering in the hallway turned their heads towards him, their eyes widening as they heard the typically sweet and composed goaltender suddenly raise his voice, brimming with intensity.

"Well, if you care about her so much, then be a man and actually do something instead of pretending like you're not in love with her," your date shot back.

You hadn't caught a word of their exchange, but as you returned to the two men, you immediately sensed the tension that had developed between them.

"What's happening?" you asked, curious about the atmosphere.

But the two men just simply continued to lock eyes, before Joseph, being the good guy yet again, decided to diffuse the situation.

"Nothing," he replied, but you didn't buy it for a second.

"Is that so?" You turned to your date, raising a brow as you noticed his overly confident smirk, a sign that he realised Joseph wouldn't stoop to his level.

"Of course," he chuckled lightly. "Joe and I here are just having a man-to-man chat..."

An awkward silence hung in the air, and you weren't sure how to break free from it. But then, your date attempted humour again, and once more, it fell flat. He even followed it up with another arrogant remark, causing the heat to boil over. 

"Just needed to check if there were any other players that were in love with you – or maybe you’re just sleeping with the rest of them."

But that was the final straw for Joseph. And as if acting on instinct, like another person was I control of his actions, he swung his arm, landing a clenched fist right on the guy’s nose, causing your date to stumble back with force, clutching his nose, while a shocked gasp escaped your lips. The sudden violence caught you off guard, leaving you frozen in place, unsure of what to do next, as you had never experienced Joseph act like that. 

And quickly, you stepped forward, placing a hand on Joseph's chest in an attempt to calm him down. "Oh my god, Joe," you gasped, your voice laced with concern. “Are you okay?” 

He merely just stood there, chest heaving with anger though also feeling a sense of satisfaction, as he had finally released the pent-up frustration that had been simmering since your date's first disrespectful comments about you.

Meanwhile, the corridor erupted into light chaos as nearby onlookers gasped and murmured, some about to intervene while others watched wide-eyed, unsure of how to react. But there was no need for panic. Despite no one ever expecting for Joe to act that way, the situation seemed to be swiftly calming. 

And to no one’s surprise, there was a palpable awkwardness in the air as your date looked shocked by Joseph's actions. However, upon realising that you had defended your friend rather than him, he simply huffed. "Guess I see where your loyalty lies..."

But you couldn't help but shoot him a glare, placing the blame squarely on his shoulders for the situation with his disrespectful comments.

"Always," you simply retorted.

And with that, your date straightened his coat and quickly made his exit. 

Then turning your attention to your best friend, who had just behaved in a way you'd never witnessed before, your eyes reflected concern.

"Hey... are you okay?" you repeated softly. 

But Joseph just took a deep breath, his gaze dark as he met yours. "He was out of line, and he needed to be called out on it..."

You were left speechless, unable to fully grasp the gravity of what had happened. Joseph had never displayed such anger, particularly not on your behalf. And his tone with you was something entirely new.

"Joe..." you started, but he cut you off, his frustration still evident, not allowing for you to come up with any more excuses or defences for the jerks you chose to date.

“No one gets to treat you like that, you hear me? no one.” Joseph's voice was unwavering, stern as he locked eyes with you.

Filled with emotions as he swallowed, suppressing the lingering tension, you kept your hand on his chest, while the two of you gradually calmed from the intensity of the situation, and the crowd around you slowly dispersing.

"Why..." you breathed out, your voice barely audibles above a whisper.

"What do you mean, why?" Joseph frowned his brows, his voice still firm. 

"Why did you stand up for me like that?"

"Because I fucking love you! Alright?"

Joseph's confession crashed over you like a wave, leaving you stunned and rooted in place. You gazed at him, trying to comprehend the weight of his words, as the intensity in his eyes was unlike anything you'd seen before, a raw and honest declaration that shattered every barrier you'd erected between friendship and something more.

And for a moment, the world around you faded into insignificance, leaving only the two of you in the dim corridor. The sounds of the murmurs of bystanders became distant echoes as you focused entirely on Joseph.

"Joe," you whispered again, your voice filled with emotion, "I... I don’t know what to say..."

And slowly, Joseph's expression softened, his gaze searching yours for any hint of understanding. "You don't need to say anything, y/n. I just couldn't hold it in any longer. Seeing him disrespect you like that... it just broke me. I love you – I always have - and I can't bear the thought of anyone treating you with anything less than the respect you deserve."

Tears were starting to brim in your eyes as the truth of his words settled over you. All those shared moments, the laughter, the late-night talks, the unspoken support – they all took on new significance, as you realised that the feelings, you'd buried deep inside were mirrored in Joseph's heart.

And this time, it was you acting on pure instinct, almost leaping to reach Joseph, who towered over you, as you wrapped your arms around his neck, closing the distance between you and almost clashed your lips to meet in a heartfelt kiss.

It was a moment you both had yearned for, and now it was finally happening. Joy surged through your body as you let your lips linger on his, moving softly and gently as he too wrapped his arms around you and held you close. And upon pulling apart to catch your breath, both of you couldn't help but smile widely.

"I've loved you too, Joe... for so long,” you breathed softly, your eyes locking with his once more. “I just never really believed you'd feel the same way about me," you confessed.

Relief and joy washed over Joseph's face as he pulled you into a tight embrace. "Of course, I do... y/n, you mean more to me than anyone... and I've always wanted to tell you, but I was too afraid of losing you," he murmured.

And as you held each other closely, the tension of the evening melted away, replaced by a newfound clarity and purpose. Then pulling back slightly, looking up into his eyes, you couldn’t suppress a light chuckle. 

"Why did we wait so long to do this?" you asked, a small smile playing on your lips.

"Because we're idiots," Joseph simply chuckled, before pulling you in for another kiss.

[aphpuffinchild]

since it's out i can finally post my piece for @hws-anthology as well as the timelapse for it. as is arguably all my hetalia work, it's a love letter to my friend @pyrrhocorax 's fic Sendlingur og Sandlóa - i'll ramble a bit about how much it means to me, as well as the symbolism i wormed into this piece below the read more :)

i originally had two pages planned for this piece, potentially more - the fic is a good 74k words long and certainly not light on scenes i could and wanted to pull from, but various things led into other various things and one page was all i could manage, so i tried to cram in what i could, so here's that (in a rough, somewhat arbitrary order of focal points)

the opening chapter! the car is a framing device for the piece as much as it is for the journey the characters will take following that first chapter, so i wanted to use the car window/shapes as a literal framing device in my drawing

joi, shaky at best in his sense of self, sees no reflection in the window, instead there's a silhouetted raven to signify the search he must go on to find it

while not perfectly transcribed by virtue of wonky (plus an extra) line(s), the notes coming from joi's headphones are the opening to the song sendlingur og sandlóa, the fic's namesake, which a loved one kindly transposed by ear for me for the purpose of this piece

in a similar vein, the stickers on joi's suitcase are of a purple sandpiper and a ringed plover, the birds after which the song is named - here they are as transparents and in their original colours

i wanted to create a sliiight impression that joi is the one knocking over the chessboard, representing his repeated rejections of it (both physically, and the things it represents)

the chess pieces were also chosen specifically! originally i was going to use a black rook and a white pawn to match chapter 41, but for the sake of having alternating colours and the rest of my metaphors working (iirc) i swapped those colours around. that, and i wanted to match chapter 13's white king and black pawn - the black pawn stuck, the white king was colour swapped for colour cohesion reasons like the other's. (visual contrast was important to me, but the white queen blending slightly into the sky was okay for symbolism reasons) (there was also black king, white rook from chapter 3, so it all worked out anyway - there's a lot of chess in this story and i only had space for so many pieces and colours, basically)

speaking of which, the black pawn is for joi (chapter 13), the white queen is for halle (someone who, from joi's perspective, can go anywhere, vs joi's pawn, someone to be used -> see chapter 35 and perspective).

the king piece is falling (but hasn't quite fallen) between halle and henrik (chapter 3, 7, 13, though i most clearly thought of 19)

the person in the top right corner is eduard! i desperately wanted to include him because i think he's deserved it, and i considered a lot of ways of working him in, but i think an ambiguous silhouette that isn't Quite part of the main picture works better narratively

note also that he's separated from the other's through a red curtain, to represent the iron curtain (naturally) i wanted it to match ber + tino's part in some way, to sorta emphasise their similar foundations despite being split apart across places

the flowers at eduard's window are placed and chosen purposefully as well! orange/red zinnia's outside (for familial ties, steadfastness, friendship and remembrance) for what eduard puts out in to the world, then lily-of-the-valley for tino and cornflower for him inside to show what he wants to hold close :)

halle and joi are the only characters with their eyes open - halle looks towards the viewer/author/reader/joi, while joi looks away all together. if you've read the fic (which i assume you have because i can't imagine this is interested to read otherwise) you probably don't need me to explain why that reflects their roles in the story

similarly, every character apart from the brothers is turned towards another in some way (eduard does not count when his flowers do, and his role in the story is based around that disconnect partially anyway) tino towards ber and eduard (and hana, i guess), ber towards tino, henrik to halle, halle to henrik (though he looks away - his values are elsewhere even when they are together). joi, at best, looks at his own reflection in the window

the colour scheme, while arbitrarily picked from gradient maps based on what i felt "fit" has been approved by the author as being very "SoS core"

finally, the poem on the note, chapter 46

all that being said, i can and will now talk about my personal relationship with SoS, so unless that interests you i imagine the post is done now! thank you for reading :)

the first comment i posted on SoS is dated 2nd November 2016 - logging into my old account i can see i bookmarked it on the 31st August that same year, so i can safely assume i first read or at least found it then. a month after my first comment, i posted another on a different account, pouring a few bits of my heart out and the author responded! we went back and forth a bit and eventually talked (i think) via tumblr for a little, but the majority of our conversations were via skype for whatever reason (we didn't call, just texted). it was a lot of me looking for writing advice, insight to their work/process/skill, talking about The Brothers and talking about psychology/the brain on a general and personal level. i think if i read our conversations back now i'd cringe, given that i was an awkward, fumbling 16 year old, but i dont think anything else wouldve been fitting given the subject matter. eventually our conversations fizzled out and we stopped talking for years, but i'd go back to SoS routinely and cry.

in may of 2021, i posted another comment during what in hindsight was definitely another relatively minor mental health episode - i think it was half trying to emphasise how important the work was to me on the off chance pyrr saw it, and half a bid for connection since i had no idea if they even remembered us talking. i assumed nothing would come of it, and for about a year that was true - until pyrr responded after all in february of 2022 - i'm happy to say we've been talking consistently on discord since then. i feel a little weird speaking too intimately about our friendship as it is now since it's not just my story to tell (though pyrr, if you're reading this) (i'm sure you are at some point) (you're welcome to talk about it however, i just didn't want to without consulting you) but i can say with some certainty that it's at least a little bit my fault that we have a sequel now - cementing my place as official number #1 fan and validating the me from almost 8 years ago in a way i don't think either of us processes well.

it's here that i feel the need to talk about my other dear friend, @hws-lceland , who i'm grateful to have met through the zine's discord server. i'm sure they're reading this too, and a lot of what our relationship means to me is stuff that's probably a bit too vulnerable for either of us to speak publicly, but i *can* say that i love them very much, and i'm really grateful to have someone else to understand, and that he read SoS for me. i thought he needed it, and i hope i was right

sendlingur is...endlessly important to me. i'm aiming to not write an essay here (a goal i think i've already sorta shot in the foot) but i think it's important for me to talk about some of this a little loudly, all the same. my writing has changed because of the series - remeeting with pyrr and showing them some of my more recent work was interesting since it was apparent even to them the influences i'd taken (to be fair, in one section i explicitly asked and did borrow a format of theirs, but this goes beyond that). when i was 16 i asked my mum to read the fic in a desperate bid to be understood. i've cried reading the fic many, many times. i've signed off letters and poems with my switched around version of i'm sorry / thank you / i love you (i swap the first two around) many, many, many times, including in a close friend's wedding gift. SoS has very sincerely changed my definition of love. the name halle is a part of my abstract mindscape. id already considered changing my name to johannes anyway and this fic certainly didnt help. i've gained a friendship of 7 and a half years through it. i've gained another newer one now, too. i am not well. i wasn't well then, reading it, and it hasn't fixed me (i am worse, now, arguably), but it healed something, or at least made me feel understood. i could go on, and maybe sometime i will (there were so many things i wanted to include in my piece and pay homage to!), but for now i will thank anyone who took the time to read all this (again), and say that i look forward to experiencing the sequel

as always, i'm sorry, thank you, i love you

[worriedvision]

You forget about them - Dr Ratio and Aventurine

Gender neutral reader, part 1 is here. Angst, no happy ending but nobody dies here. Hanahaki fic lol.

When you coughed up that strangely floral saliva one morning, you had an idea that you were sick. What of? You didn't really know, but you knew someone who would.

Dr Ratio.

However, you knew he wouldn't be available due to work, so unless it was urgent you couldn't waste his time. Unfortunately, you landed up falling unwell very quickly - possibly due to the fact you were in love with both Dr Ratio and Aventurine. The fact you're coughing up two different flowers - one being a yellow kind, the other being a purple, it matched both of your interests. It was quite embarrassing, really, but you knew you had to speak to Dr Ratio about your condition and treatment.

Once you contact him, you found out he was conveniently close, and he would come and see you now as he has a second to spare.

--

"So, in terms you can understand, you have a peculiar condition involving unrequited love. This is very rare - and your condition seems to involve two different species of flower." Dr Ratio hums out, thinking to himself about this being a good addition to his materials.

"So, what treatments can I get? Or is this just going to kill me regardless?" You ask, Dr Ratio nodding.

"There is one of two treatment options you have. Either, confess your feelings, or take surgery from your brain." Dr Ratio states, noting your confusion. "Believe it or not, this condition you've got is planted in your brain - there isn't really any logic to this condition, however scans have shown no evidence of lungs actually having evidence of seeds, flowers, anything in individuals with this condition."

"So what does surgery involve? Surely that would impact my memory somehow!"

"Well done, you're catching on." Dr Ratio replies, pulling out a form for you. "Due to the nature of this surgery, you will forget about the one you love - or rather, both?"

"The only thing I want to ask is, should I inform them, or should I just move on and forget about the two of them?" You ask, Dr Ratio shrugging as he stands up.

"You know the answer isn't a nice one - you know the people you have an interest in don't love you back. You need to move on, and if you die, people will find out about your love." Dr Ratio yawns, emphasising how little he seemed to care.

"... I'll do it." You stare, signing the paper as Dr Ratio gestures for you to follow along as you catch up to him.

"Just out of curiosity , why not tell them?" Dr Ratio asks, you not responding for a second as you thinkm

"... because I love them too much. I know I don't have a chance, so I need to get out of their way."

[avzyeqrns]

Something about you..

Pairings: Sirius Black x Fem!reader

Warning: nothing rely, maybe a little stalking lol

Summary ! Sirius Black, the one most girls chase, has a little baby crush on you, but was too scared to ask you out, so he uses his animals form to his advantage.

Word count: 5.02k words

Autumn, 1975, 5th year. It was October, the summer has passed now turned slowly colder. He saw you just outside of Hogwarts, in the black lake.

Outside the black lake at Hogwarts, the leaves flowing down onto her hair, Sirius found himself in his animagus form, a black dog, slowly walking over to her.

"Hey doggie." She responded, Sirius tugged at her scarf, while she pet what she thought is a dog. Sirius taken the advantage of her animal lover nature to feel her touch on his furry black fur. His black-furred head rested against her lap, a subtle act of claiming her, he barked at her as if to ask to get more love, as she petted him, one of his small paws would rest on her leg.

"Where'd ya come from?"

He laid there still, resting comfortably as she gently continued petting it, letting out soft huffs and small barks whenever she found a good spot for him. It felt so nice and comfortable with her touch, a sensation that Sirius loved and always waited to feel from her. He moved onto his back, exposing a belly that needed rubs, and gave her sad and pitiful puppy eyes.

"Do you.. have an owner?" She asked, giving him belly rubs that he was asking for. His hind legs moved a bit at her belly rubs, a soft whine escaping from him. He would look up at her before quickly shaking his head to say no, in terms of human language. This dog belonged to no one, but deep down, he only wanted her. Her touch was so soft, yet so warm, it made him want more of it, more of her.

"Do you like cats?"

The dog suddenly stopped it's belly rubbing at her question. The mere mention of a cat would make him freeze, or even growl at the mere thought of cats. He stared up at her with a look that said he utterly detested cats, or more like a specific cat he has a long running dislike for. He gave a small bark in disapproval.

"..oh.. I'm sorry I can't keep you. Maybe I'll ask someone else." Just like that, the dog had shot it's attention back at her. He tilted his head to the side, his floppy ears perking up, he barked, it seemed as if he was protesting, he didn't want her to let him go, he didn't want her to let him go to someone else, he wanted to stay by her side, and maybe he'll tolerate something he hates if it meant staying by her side.

"What do you want huh?" She asked, snuggling her nose against the black doggie nose. He softly huffed while she gently touched her nose to his, his gaze was still on her though, he barked softly again, as if to tell her not to get rid of him, that he wanted to be with her, that he wanted whatever she would give him, love, affection, cuddles, anything at all, he would happily take. He licked her nose slightly, letting out a small whine to emphasise just how much he wants her.

"Let's go back to my dorm, okay?''

He perked up at her words, the simple thought of being so close to her, to be surrounded by her scent, to be so close to her, excited him. He gave a quick enthusiastic nod before he stood up, shaking his whole body and letting out a small bark before he looked up at her, waiting for her to lead him to her dorm where he can bask in the scent of the girl he loved.

He felt somewhat guilty, pretending to be something he wasn't right in front of her, his friend, someone he loved. Yet, with every step closer to the dormitories, he could feel the excitement building up inside him. The closer they got, the more he could smell the essence of her, his tail wagging happily. He walked right beside her, his steps nearly in sync with hers, as if it was as if his instincts were taking over.

As soon as Sirius' nose was hit with the scent of kittens, he had instantly froze. His black eyes widened, he stood rigid as he looked around the room, taking in the sight of the 4 tiny kittens in the room. If he was in his human form, a scowl would be visible on his face. He let out a small bark, sounding as if he was protesting, or almost as if saying something was wrong. His black fur stood on edge at the presence of the kittens.

He immediately tensed up, a low growl escaped from his throat at the sight of those four cats. They were just little kittens, yet he still felt some sort of dislike for them. He froze right in his tracks at their sight and looked up at the girl he followed, as if to ask her about the litter of kittens.

"I.. kinda forgot to say I have four kittens.''

He just stood there, a small frown forming on his canine face as he took in the news. He continued to look at the kittens, and then back at her. With a small huff, he gently moved closer to her, trying to show that he didn't like those kittens there, they ruined his plans. He gently nudged her leg with his head, as if to try and get her to not pay attention to them, and to keep her focus on him instead.

He slowly followed after her onto the bed, his focus was on her, completely ignoring those kittens. He stayed close to her on the bed, his body pressed against hers as if he didn't want to be too far away from her. He could feel his excitement building, getting to be so close to her, getting her all alone to himself. He was trying his best to ignore the kittens, pretending instead they didn't exist.

He couldn't help but whine softly in protest whenever the kittens would jump onto his body and sleep on him. It was incredibly irritating, but he would endure it if it meant spending time with her. He tried to shake and nudge them a few times with his head, to push the kittens away, yet he was always gentle with them, a part of him didn't want to hurt them.

˚₊‧꒰ა 𐙚 ໒꒱ ‧₊

"Guys have you seen Sirius? Haven't seen him since yesterday. Is he missing?" Asked james, his head poking out to look at the three girls, Sirius ears perked up, even though he was still gently sleeping, head resting on her stomach.

His ears continued to stay perked up, listening intently on any other words from the conversation, it was a rather interesting topic after all, he felt as if he was listening to a gossip segment, the four of them talking about his whereabouts with no idea that he was in fact in the dorm, pressed right up against her.

"Well.. we'll tell you when we see him." He found himself snickering softly on the inside at that. He knew that they wouldn't be seeing him down, he was right there in the dorm, enjoying being surrounded by her. He slowly lifted his head, shifting slightly next to her, resting his head on her chest where he could listen to her heart beat. It was so comforting and soothing to his ears, he let out a small huff, nuzzling against her.

"Puppy silly puppy." She said, kissing his forehead and booping his nose. He couldn't resist the way it made his heart flutter. She was so sweet and cute, even to him in this form, treating him like a cute little puppy. He gently licked her nose in return, nuzzling more into her touch, silently enjoying the affection she was giving him. As he rested against her chest, he couldn't help but whine a bit softly.

˚₊‧꒰ა 𐙚 ໒꒱ ‧₊

'"Where'd get that dog?" Asked Marlene, putting on her eyeliner to hogsmeade. He perked up at the question, his body tensed slightly as he heard Marlene's question. He quickly glanced around with his black beady eyes.

"I don't know..he just came up to me. He looks lonely."

He felt a pang of guilt in his heart, the simple mention of loneliness, the fact that she thought he was lonely. He let out a small huff, but he kept silent, not wanting to accidentally out himself. He tried to calm his body by leaning into her touch, letting her fingers run through his fur.

"Me and Lily are going to hogsmeade. Wanna come?" Asked the blonde. He could hear them talking about going to hogsmeade, yet, all he was focused on was her. The girl he loved, sitting on the bed, running her hands through his fur, yet she was asked to go somewhere. He lifted his head again, his canine eyes gazing up at her, silently protesting, he didn't want her to leave, he wanted to stay right where he was.

"You wanna come?" she asked, gently patting over his fur. He immediately perked up at her question, his black ears going up. Did she just ask him if he wanted to come with her? Of course he did. He wanted to be with her as long as he could. He responded by a quick nod of his head, as if to say, yes, he wanted to come along with her.

"But it's gonna snow soon.." The mention of snow. Snow meant cold, cold meant he'll be shivering because as a dog, he was not as resistant to the cold as a human would be. The thought of shivering was an unpleasant one in his mind, yet if it meant he got to be with her, then he would endure the snow.

˚₊‧꒰ა 𐙚 ໒꒱ ‧₊

As they walked out, he could feel the snow under his paws, and even the slight chill of the air surrounding them. He could feel the scarf wrapped around his neck, warming him up. It was a rather weird feeling overall. He noticed the amount of squirrels around them, his canine instincts telling him to chase them, yet he tried his best to fight the urge to do so, focusing his attention on her instead.

"Honeydukes!" He let out a sharp bark in response, his black nose twitching slightly. The mention of honeydukes was always tempting. And he knew all the sweets in there was even more tempting, the thought of getting some kind of sweet treat made him feel excited. He looked up at her, a small whine escaping from him, as if he wanted her to take him in there as fast as possible. He shook himself to get the snow off, not taking the time to think twice about his actions. His tongue fell out his mouth slightly as he panted, his full attention was completely fixated on sweet treats on those shelves and counters. He didn't realize that he splashed some snow onto a passerby until it was a bit too late, he could feel a bit embarrassed that he didn't think about how that would impact other people.

"You want a pup cup?" He perked up immediately at the sound of a pup cup. He quickly turned around to look up at her, his black eyes filled with excitement. A pup cup? As in a cup of sweet, sweet treats? He gave a quick nod of his head in response, whining and huffing from the anticipation.

Since Sirius was off without a leash, he could wander around the store all he wants. Not noticing his wagging tail knocking over things. He couldn't contain his excitement, the moment she said he could wander around, he was off, his snout slightly up in the air as he looked around the store. It didn't take him long to forget his wagging tail, accidentally knocking a few items off from the shelves. He had no idea that he was accidentally being chaotic in the store, his mind just focused on sweets.

"Hey! I stacked those!" A guy yelled at Sirius, before she came by embarrassingly apologized for the inconveniences. His canine ears drooped a bit at the guy's yell, it made him slightly scared. He looked up at her as she came by apologising for the inconveniences that he caused. He gently nuzzled her leg slightly as if to say, he didn't mean to cause any trouble, he just wanted sweets. He was a good boy, he was! He just didn't realise his wagging tail was the culprit in knocking down those items.

"You gotta be a good boy okay? Good boys don't do that." She said huffing, as she carried Sirius out of the store, his two front paws on her shoulder as Lily was feeding him his pup cup from behind. He huffed a bit as she said that good boys don't do that. He was a good boy, a well-behaved boy! He was just distracted and unaware of the damage his wagging tail was causing. He lifted his head up as he was fed the pup cup, eating it up happily, the sweet flavour of it was so heavenly to him. He glanced behind him at Lily behind them, silently enjoying getting a treat.

"Let's go to Zonkos I need something." He let out an excited whine at the mention of Zonkos. Zonkos was another store he liked going to, there were lots of interesting items in there for him to explore. His tail began to move again, wagging excitedly at the mention of the store. He wanted to go to Zonkos, to just be able to roam around and look at everything there, he couldn't stop himself from feeling excited at that thought. In the store, she put him down to roam, only one rule. No more knock over stuff. He was put down and as soon as he was, he was off. Roaming around the store as he was told to. He wanted to explore all of the interesting items in the store, his canine nose twitching as he sniffed around, and he was also determined to not accidentally knock over anything this time. He was a good boy, he could do this.

He froze as soon as he saw Peter and James in the store. How could he not notice them earlier? He silently cursed himself. They knew he was an animagus, they knew this form was in fact him. He quickly tried to come up with an escape plan, trying to think of a solution on how to escape from seeing those two. He slowly backed away, trying to stay out of their line of sight, but his black canine eyes darted around, trying to find an exit. He continued to stay far from them as best as he could, his canine heart racing from both excitement and fear. Excitement of not getting caught by them, fear of getting exposed. He slowly backed himself into a corner, trying to stay hidden behind a display, hoping that they would just go away without noticing him. He silently cursed himself for letting himself get into this predicament, he should have realized their presence in the first place before just roaming around the store.

Once he saw the backdoor open, he ran out, changing back to a human. In the cold weather, having thin clothings on except for her scarf. Once he escaped the store, he found it freezing cold outside, the air was cold and chilly, and his thin clothing didn't help at all to keep him warm. He could feel his body shiver slightly, yet he brushed it off, more concerned over the idea of having two of his friends find out that he's been a dog this whole time.

Running back into Hogwarts, he felt the warmth of the common room, just near the fire, feeling the warmth from the fire, he couldn't help but feel relieved. The warmth was comforting after being outside in the cold for a while. He sat down near the fire, letting it warm him up a bit, yet he couldn't keep his eyes off her as she came back, noticing that she looked gloomy. Seeing her like that made his heart pang in his chest, he didn't like seeing her so down.

"Where the fuck have you been man?" Remus asked, walking towards him, so did the rest of the marauders. He took a deep breath as soon as he heard Remus speaking to him. He quickly thought up a simple response in his mind.

"I just went for a quick walk, to clear my head." He responded, hoping his tone was casual. He tried his best to act normal, yet he couldn't help but glance at the girl, noticing her gloomy expression.

"Hello? Walk for 2 days?" His mind went blank when Remus asked that question. Walked for 2 days? He tried to respond calmly, playing it off with a small shrug.

"I lost track of time, I guess…" He said, his response sounding quite lame even to his own mind.

"Seriously? You just casually went missing for two straight days and this is your response?"

He could feel the intensity of Remus' question, it made him feel a bit nervous inside, questioning his own excuse for his disappearance. Yet he maintained a calm demeanor as much as he could, keeping his cool.

"I just needed some time alone, that's all." He replied, trying to casually brush off the question. He knew it was a very poor excuse, yet he couldn't exactly tell his friend the real reason he went missing for two days. "So you disappeared off the school grounds?"

He felt his heart skip a beat at Remus' question. Disappeared off the school grounds? That was accurate, in a way. He couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt, yet he tried to stay cool and collected, knowing he needed to tread carefully with his answers. He let out a small sigh, trying to act casual, yet he couldn't stop his mind from racing.

"I guess I did." He replied, his tone remaining calm, yet his heart was beating fast. He kept staring at her from the side, unable to avoid looking her way despite his conversation with Remus. He could feel the guilt building up inside him even more. Seeing her so down and gloomy, it was difficult to witness. He wanted to go over and talk to her, yet he was stuck in the middle of the conversation with Remus.

"Just don't disappear again."

He let out a small sigh of relief as Remus spoke, feeling a bit of tension lifted off him. No more questions, no more accusations. It made him feel slightly better. He nodded in response, maintaining a casual tone.

"I won't." He replied, yet he couldn't take his mind off her, glancing at her once more.

"Why you staring at Lyn?" He was snapped out of his own thoughts as James asked that question. He quickly averted his gaze and tried to play it off casually, yet the truth was, he was staring at her. He glanced back at Remus, trying to think of a believable response.

"Just wondering what's wrong with her, she seems gloomy." He replied, trying to redirect the focus away from his previous staring moment. "Her dog ran away."

He couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt in his heart as James revealed the reason for her gloominess. Her dog ran away. But it wasn't just a dog, that was him! That was his canine form! He silently cursed himself again for getting into this mess.

He quickly tried to regain his composure, trying to act surprised by the news.

"Her dog? Really?" He nodded slightly. The news of her dog running away during her time in Zonko's was unexpected and ironic considering his own canine escapades in the store. He couldn't help but feel responsible, even though it was his dog form that was responsible.

"Damn, that's tough." He said, trying to sound sympathetic, yet his mind was racing with guilt and regret.

˚₊‧꒰ა 𐙚 ໒꒱ ‧₊

With the hours passing, he couldn't help but feel the weight of the situation. The fireplace was the only light source, casting a warm and cozy glow over the common room. He was still there, along with Lyn and Remus, who was studying.

His mind couldn't help but keep going back to her. The sight of her still sitting there in the same spot, her gloomy expression not changing at all. He could feel a sense of responsibility and guilt eating away at him. He knew he was the one she was missing, yet he couldn't admit it to her.

"I think I'm going to bed. Lyn you coming?" Remus told Sirius, She shook her head, not even looking at him, knee tucked underneath her chin. He watched as Remus asked if Lyn was coming to bed, and the sight of her shaking her head in response made his heart feel even heavier. She was not going to bed, and it was partly because of him. He couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt as he looked at her, staying in the same spot, huddled up in her spot on the couch.

He turned to Remus, his voice trying to sound casual as he replied, "I think I'll stay here a bit longer."

With Remus gone, the room fell into silence, except for the sound of the fire crackling in the fireplace. The common room was empty, and he was left alone with her. The only light source was the warmth and glow of the fire, casting a beautiful but melancholy atmosphere in the room.

He glanced over at her, noting her sad expression and her huddled position. He couldn't help but feel a mixture of guilt and sympathy. He wanted to talk to her, yet he didn't know where to start. He was speechless. The silence in the room felt heavy, like a thick fog surrounding them. The only sound was the crackling of the fire. He wanted to respond, to say something, anything, but the words were stuck in his throat. The sight of her, sitting there, the sadness and melancholy in her eyes, it was overwhelming.

Finally, he managed to find his voice. It was soft, almost a whisper. His guilt crept into his tone, along with a hint of remorse.

"I'm… Sorry."

"Hm..?"

As he spoke, her soft hum of confusion made his heart twinge in his chest. He took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts as he continued.

"I'm sorry… For your dog, I mean." He said, his voice still soft and laced with guilt. His canine heart ached, knowing that he was the very dog she was missing, and yet he couldn't reveal that to her.

"Oh… yea." He continued to stare at her, his heart heavy with guilt. He could see the sadness in her eyes, the pain of missing her dog, and he knew that he was the cause of it. He longed to comfort her, to tell her the truth, but he couldn't, at least not yet.

His voice was laced with remorse as he spoke again.

"I know how much you love your dog. I'm sorry he's missing…"

"… It's okay. I only kept him for a few days. He probably ran back to his owner.. atleast. I hope." His heart sank as he heard her response. She only had her dog for a few days, and she hoped he had returned to his previous owner. It made his guilt even worse. He couldn't help but feel a pang of sorrow for the situation.

He tried to keep his voice steady as he replied, his tone gentle and empathetic.

"I'm sure he did. Dogs have a strong sense of loyalty… to their owners, I mean."

"Yea… maybe I'm not his original owner."

He listened intently to her words, taking in the meaning behind them. He couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. Part of him wanted to tell her the truth, that he was her dog, but a bigger part of him felt conflicted. He didn't want to reveal himself just yet.

His tone was gentle as he responded, his eyes locked onto hers.

"Maybe you weren't, but does that take away the love and care you showed him while he was with you?"

"No.." He nodded slightly at her response, his heart aching as he spoke next.

"Exactly. It doesn't. You may not have been his original owner, but that doesn't matter. You cared for him, and I'm sure he loved you for it…"

He paused for a moment, his voice becoming softer and more earnest.

"Just like how I… care for you."

"Thanks Sirius… You're a great friend."

A small pang of guilt shot through him as she spoke, calling him a great friend. He mentally cursed himself for not being able to reveal the truth to her. The guilt was building up inside him, but he tried to keep his calm facade, not wanting to give anything away.

He responded, his voice filled with a hint of remorse and a hint of true affection.

"I do my best. And remember, I'm always here for you, no matter what. We're friends after all."

"I think I'm gonna sleep here. Just in case."

He nodded understandingly as she mentioned sleeping there, in the common room. He knew why she wanted to do so, and it made his heart ache even more. She was still waiting for her dog to come back, not knowing that he was right in front of her.

"Are you sure? You might be more comfortable in your bed up in the dorms." He inquired, his voice laced with concern. "No I'm fine." She said, they were so close, atleast their faces were. Out of canine habit, he nuzzles against her nose like a dog did, he froze for a moment, realizing what he had done, but the action felt familiar and almost comforting to him.

"Uhm…?"

As he realized what he had done, he quickly pulled back from the small nose nuzzle, his eyes widening in surprise at his own involuntary action. He felt a wave of embarrassment wash over him, and he tried to think of something to say to explain it away.

"Sorry, I-I don't know what came over me… it was just a habit." He said, his voice a little sheepish, trying to brush it off to make it seem casual. "Hey.." She said, looking right into his eyes.

He met her gaze when she spoke, looking into her eyes. Her direct gaze made his heart skip a beat, and he couldn't help but feel a mixture of emotions swirling inside him. His voice was soft as he responded, slightly curious at her tone.

"Yeah…?"

"Your eyes have a little blue in them."

Her comment about his eyes having a hint of blue caught him off guard, and he blinked in surprise, not expecting her to notice such a detail. He tilted his head slightly, trying to process her words while his heart rate quickened slightly.

"You… you noticed that?" His tone carried a hint of surprise, mixed with a subtle sense of vulnerability. He held her gaze, his eyes locked on hers as he processed her confirmation. He had never expected anyone to notice the hints of blue in his eyes, much less point it out so casually. He swallowed slightly, feeling a mix of surprise and vulnerability. He tried to respond, but his words came out as a soft whisper.

"No one's… no one's ever noticed that before…"

He looked at her intently as she responded, feeling a range of emotions swirling inside him. Her simple "oh" seemed to carry a hint of disappointment, and it made his heart pang in his chest.

He didn't know what to say, but he wanted to reassure her, to erase that hint of disappointment in her voice. He spoke once more, his voice gentle and vulnerable.

"Sometimes… I feel like no one ever really sees me…"

"I see you." He stared at her, the weight of her words sinking in. It was as if a wave of emotions washed over him, relief, surprise, hope, and a hint of vulnerability.

He tried to respond, but the words caught in his throat for a moment. When he finally spoke, his voice was soft and earnest.

"You do?"

He watched her intently, waiting for her response, hoping for further reassurance. The room was filled with a subtle tension as he silently urged her to answer his question.

His heart raced in anticipation, his canine instincts picking up on the subtle changes in her expression. He wanted her to know just how much her words meant to him, how much it meant to feel seen by her. As he felt her lips press against his, a wave of unexpected emotions washed over him. It was a kiss, a simple gesture, but it unleashed a flood of sensations and feelings he had never experienced before. The sweetness of her lips, the warmth of her breath, it was intoxicating, making his heart race and his senses go haywire.

He froze for a moment, completely taken aback by the sudden kiss. But then, as if by instinct, he returned the kiss, his lips gently and tenderly responding to hers.

"I.. uhm.."

As she spoke, pulling away from the kiss, he felt his heart thump loudly in his chest. He was stunned by the unexpected kiss, his mind a whirlwind of emotions and thoughts. He stared at her, his eyes wide and filled with a mixture of surprise and something else, something deeper and more profound.

"uh.. I'm going to bed." Said Sirius, nervous. He doesn't know what to do, he's flustered and tired. Kissing her forehead, he left.

He doesn't notice the scarf he left behind.

Please do not repost my fics on other platforms !

[hiskillingjar]

Menophilia (Fox/MC)

day 16: menophilia second person. veryyyy much inspired by some very hot art made by @ stankfists on twitter.

You were in trouble .

Fox had caught you trying to signal the attention of a member of staff that had flitted to and from the apartment while he was working, and naturally assumed the worst of you. Not like you could really blame him. 

You were a hostage, for God's sake, who knew what you could have gotten up to when you were out of his sight?

That's why you were sitting in the living room, your (metaphorical) tail between your legs, waiting for the scolding of a lifetime.

"So...would you like to explain to me what you were doing trying to contact my staff?" Fox said, his tone almost grave as he closed the door of his office behind him and leaned against it. "I do hope you weren't planning an escape...after all I've done to train you so well, after everything that we’ve done? I should really be more insulted than I am, you know."

"I wasn't," You murmured softly, looking down at your lap with a shake of your head as he paced to your front, kneading your fingers against your thigh. "I wasn't planning to escape, that's...not what I was doing, I promise."

"Oh? What was it, then?" He asked with a raised brow, taking a step closer to you, taking your chin in his hand and raising it up to meet his eyes, his own cold. You made a little noise of discomfort when he took your face in hand, looking down at your flushed expression with a vague look of condescending sympathy. 

Better that than anger, you guessed.

"What were you planning, if not an...elaborate escape? A surprise party, maybe? Should I have my secretary write up an RSVP?" He finished with a forced chuckle, a little shrug of his shoulders.

"I just...I needed something that I didn't have," You replied, your words a little slurred as he squished your cheeks. 

"What could you possibly need that you don't already have?" He then asked, narrowing his eyes a touch, like he couldn't believe what you were saying. "You're provided everything in the world, the best possible luxuries, and yet, you still demand more? How insatiable of you, pet. You'll be wanting to go to the opera next!" 

Your cheeks flushed again as you tried to pull back from his firm grip, but it only encouraged him to pull you in even closer, digging his claws into the soft skin.

He took a moment to brush a thick lock of hair behind your ear to reveal your flushed face to his view, smirking lightly before it twitched for just a moment, as his nostrils flared and he finally took a good long whiff of you, and...worked out the reason you were trying to ask for things from his staff in almost an instant. 

Your face flushed bright red immediately when the expression of recognition slowly came to his face, trying to avert your gaze and hide just how embarrassed you were, as a slow and hungry smirk spread on his face.

"Sooo, that's what it is," The older man chuckled darkly, his golden eyes gleaming with amusement and mischief. "Someone forgot to take their birth control, didn't they? Haha, how cute! Now you're streaming like a fountain, aren't you?"

"Oh my god," You murmured, practically trembling from how mortified you were feeling, trying desperately to pull back from him.

"Aww..." He grinned a little wider, clicking his tongue in mock sympathy. "Did you think that I wouldn't work out your little secret?" He laughed again at your blushing and trembling. "Or were you hoping I wouldn't notice? I'm a fox, if you forgot, sweetheart," He leaned a little closer, his ears twitching and his tail wagging, seemingly emphasising his point even further. "I can smell it now, actually, now that it’s just the two of us..."

"Can you please just ask someone to get me some tampons or something...?" You mumbled, keeping your eyes locked down and waiting desperately to just be dismissed.

"And why would I do that, darling?" He laughed again and rubbed your chin as he watched your embarrassed and trembling reactions indulgently. "I mean I'm enjoying this very much, personally.”

"Fox..." You whimpered softly, biting your lip as your cheeks flushed even more. "Please...I don't ask you for anything."

"I'm not giving you anything either." He replied easily, finally letting go of your face to join you on the couch, slinging an arm around your trembling shoulders and watching you with a sharp grin. "Maybe if you let me enjoy what I want first, I'll think about providing you with what you need , hm?"

You didn't move your head, not wanting to look up and be an accomplice to your own degradation, but your eyes flitted upwards to see as he placed his free hand on your thigh, digging his claws in and gently, barely jerking it to the side to meet his own thigh, wordlessly telling you what he wanted, what he expected.

You didn't say a thing as you let your legs part, showing a soaking, red stain on your white underwear and the smear of blood covering your inner thighs.

His eyes widened as he looked down at the small stain, but the older man didn't resist an even wider grin as he grabbed your thigh even harder and yanked your body down against the couch, offering him the perfect opportunity to cage you down and stare at the mess between your legs. 

"Well, would you look at that?" He said, with a voice as close to awe as a bastard like Fox could manage. "And they have no one to blame but themselves for not asking me just a little bit sooner~ You really could have avoided all of this mess, sweetheart."

"You would have said no..." You murmured softly as he got closer to you, his nostrils flared and dragging your scent in, keeping your legs parted with a firm grip on your thigh.

"Of course, I would have said no, are you kidding?" He replied with a scoff. "I would have done it just to watch you squirm like this and see the look on your face. Priceless! It would have been just too cute for me to resist."

You let out an unsteady breath, almost a whimper, through your gritted teeth as he continued to stare down at you, taking in long breaths of your heavy scent like he was indulging in a delicious meal or a fine wine. After a few moments, he finally looked you in the eye, his own blown wide with hunger, running his tongue over his jaws.

"Do you want me to clean you up?" He asked, his voice almost a whisper, and leaned closer, his clawed finger running up the middle of the soaking gusset of your panties, where the blood was still soaking through.

"H-Huh?"

"I said..." The older man repeated himself, his voice taking a teasing undertone, as his expression got hungrier. "Do you want me to clean up your little mess, pet~?"

You didn't answer properly, not with your words, not trusting them enough not to give away how nervous and frightened you were. You took in another breath, still wet blood seepeing down your thigh and soaking into your panties. Despite everything telling you to do otherwise, though, you parted your legs further, showing him the mess of blood between your legs.

"Hah..." 

With a slow, drawn-out motion, his fingers shifted from your thighs and the soft folds of your pelvis, to the soaking creases of your underwear, gently pulling the wet fabric away from your sticky labia as he stared intently at the mess. A hungry grin painted his darkened features as he looked at it, his eyes hungry and inquisitive as he smeared the blood even further down your trembling thigh.

"It looks like you leaked quite a bit." He said softly, placing himself between your legs. "It must have been all day, right? All day...you leaked all day long and didn't even try to ask me for help..." He ran his tongue over his teeth again as he leaned in a little closer, his face inches from yours. "Now...how about we get you out of those dirty panties once and for all, and I can have a proper taste, hm?"

"T-Taste?" You said quickly, sitting up.

"Well, if you've been leaking all day, I do think it is only fair to taste what you've offered up." He replied with an easy smirk. 

You didn't have the chance to react before he was dipping his head and running his tongue over your hole, delving and devouring almost immediately as soon as he got the taste of your blood.

"Oh...ohhhh," You gasped, your once wide eyes sliding shut as you felt his lips trail against your labia, your clit, completely undeterred by the blood that was still oozing from inside of you as he kept your legs parted forcibly. "Oh god, Fox..." Your gasps faded into moans as you pressed your head back against the couch and raised your hips against his tongue.

He was tasting you, well and truly, and what's more, he was enjoying it.

Almost as much as you were.

He pulled back just a touch to breathe hotly against your cunt, his tongue lightly dancing over your clit as you heard him chuckle and moan quietly, raggedly, too overwhelmed by his own pleasure to try and intimidate you. 

"You taste perfect," He mumbled softly, pressing another deep kiss to your hole, his sharp teeth grazing your skin as he tasted you. "Oh, if you only knew how much your master has been wanting this~"

You moaned softly, letting your hips tilt upwards a touch as he dragged your body down against his, letting him devour you just the way he wanted, his fingers kneading your hips as he did so, digging into the soft folds of your tummy, your thighs. 

You couldn't resist reaching down and pushing a hand through his hair, rubbing against the base of his fox ears as they twitched at the motion. You were relieved that he let you do something that invasive, and even surprised when he moaned a little and pressed against you even more, pushing his tongue deeper and tasting every drop of new blood oozing from you. 

"Fox...ahhn..." You groaned, wrapping a leg around his slim shoulders, letting you rock up against his devouring mouth a little more. You probably looked a mess but like you cared. He looked at you like a piece of art, a fine meal, so that's how you felt.

"Please keep going..." You begged, squeezing your eyes shut. "Never stop, never stop..." "Ah," He gasped raggedly, glaring up at you with eyes blown wide with hunger and desperation, his face smeared with blood and his sharp teeth stained with the same. "You have NO idea what you're asking of me, pet…”

[chosos-mascara]

betting & bargaining

𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙞 𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 - you find out that using your body as a bargaining chip is the most effective way to persuade denji.

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 - college students, virgin!denji, betting using sexual favours, some manipulation on both parts, boob squeezing, nipple play, exhibitionism(?), fingering, cunnilingus, instruction (reader to denji), virginity loss (denji),

minors + ageless dni! 4.8k words

Bargaining with Denji had become second nature to you. Positive reinforcement as Aki had called it, encouraging good behaviour. At first, it had felt as if you were manipulating him, though every stick of gum and condition met by the blonde had soon been a routine. Sometimes, Denji would ask you himself if you'd reward him for staying quiet, or remind you when he'd done a good deed, such as taking out the trash or washing his clothes. 

"Denji, quit complaining." You spoke, sighing heavily while placing a finger against your temple, a desperate attempt at relief from the headache caused by none other than the male sat beside you. The bus home wouldn't take long, yet he couldn't stop himself from fussing over what he'd considered a wasted Saturday. While he'd wanted to be fooling around with friends, you'd requested his presence grocery shopping, with Aki moved out you'd required a buddy to haul the food back with. Denji couldn't help but drag his feet the entire time, sighing and whining when you'd tell him he couldn't add another bag of snacks to the trolley. 

"This journey is just so boring-" Denji had begun yet another protest, crossing one arm over the other as you'd started questioning his sanity.  "Please, shut the fuck up!" Interrupting his moans with an outburst, the chatter on the bus had quietened down along with Denji, eyes drifting to you through narrowed expressions. Tilting your head downward, you slumped back against the seatglancing through the window to judge how much further your shared home had been. An assortment of buildings passed the glass, an indicator that you'd still had another five minutes, and then what would be a very brisk walk, before you'd walk through the door and beg Power to be on shopping duty next week instead of the childish blonde beside you.

"Power won't like the veg you bought-" At this point, you'd wondered if he'd been purposely trying to piss you off - to grind you down to the last nerve available within your body, until you'd finally snapped.  "Denji." A hushed tone, in contrast to the loud pleas you'd screamed prior, had gotten through to him. For the first time all day, his mouth had closed, even if for a few seconds before he'd opened it once more, teeth on display as he'd mustered up another complaint. "I'll do anything if you'd just," You exhaled, closing your eyes before emphasising the final word. "stop." "Anything?" Denji questioned, to which you'd profusely nodded, irked beyond belief by the man's behaviour. Babysitting a twenty-three year old had been the last thing on you itinerary for the day, and you'd be willing to spend a large amount of money on whatever snack or thing he'd request just to have a moment's peace.  "Sex?" Denji asked, to which your eyelids had raced open to shoot the deepest glare you were sure you'd given the male, even after co-habiting for over a year. "Not anything." You reiterated, to which Denji sighed, slumping back against his seat with his arms remaining crossed over his chest. You watched as his brown eyes traced the ceiling of the bus, frown across his face. 

"Man." He breathed, head hitting the fabric rest behind him, hair flattening against the fabric. "You know, you remind me of-" Beginning again, you'd become desperate, reconsidering your original denial of sexual favours in exchange for silence, finally settling on: "I'll show you my tits if you stop talking." 

It had been as if a muzzle was placed over his lips from that moment forward. Not a single sound had erupted from the usually talkative mouth, a demonstration that Denji really would do anything for the promise of boobs. You'd heard Power had offered it once before in exchange for his help with something, though you'd been unsure if the tale had bee true. Now, you'd been left with solid evidence, and a racing heart as you'd placed your key in the door, twisting it with trembling hand as you'd realised the weight of your bargain. 

With Denji perched upright on your bed, creases of the fresh sheets around his jeans, hands flat against the mattress to support himself, you brought your hands to the hem of your shirt, fingers wrapping idly around the cotton while you'd glanced over his fixed expression. His eyes had remained upon your chest, awaiting your movements.  "You have five seconds." You spoke, lifting the shirt to expose the skin of your stomach, sucking inward when the cool air had mingled with your warmth. There was some hesitance, cotton lingering over nipples before you'd found the confidence to lift it to your shoulders. When Denji had finally laid eyes on your bare breasts, he'd looked faint. 

"One." You'd began counting, rolling your head to face to the side, too embarrassed to watch as he molested you through his gaze. "Two." Another second had passed, the outward notation of each tick of the clock being your only way of controlling the stray thoughts clouding your vision, hoping that if you'd stay focused on the moments passing by, you could get through this exposure.

"Three." Deciding to turn your head to him, curiosity giving you strength, you assessed the situation before you. Denji had remained seated, though torso had been slanted back, eyes remaining over your chest. You'd noticed a tent growing within his slacks, your heart beating faster as you'd observed his reaction to the situation.  "F-four." You hadn't meant to stutter, but while you'd been fixated on his erection, the size had been clear. He'd mentioned before he'd still been a virgin, adamantly saving himself for someone special, reciting the words of a woman he'd crushed on through teenage-hood; "sex stuff feels better when it's with someone you like". You'd wondered whether you'd fallen into that category of people. 

"Five." The seconds were up, resulting in your hands eagerly pulling the shirt to cover your chest once more. Even if you'd considered making a move, the time had passed now, Denji standing to leave the room - most likely going to fix the hardened problem in his trousers. Something that for some reason, had brought a tightness to your stomach, and had your thighs clenching against one another. 

The second time you'd bargained yourself had been a little over two months later, in the midst of a soured night-out. Denji had finally gotten himself a driver's license, after failing a multitude of times, and you'd needed a ride home.  "What do I get?" His tiresome voice questioned through the receiver, to which you'd rolled your eyes, leaning up against the outer-wall of the club.  "A pat on the back?" A joke you'd hope would shut him down, but knowing Denji, it hadn't been enough. Now you'd let him get his foot in the door, you'd known whatever you'd offer him wouldn't compare to the situation before, and he'd push his way to get what he'd wanted from you. Somehow, the 'positive reinforcement' had turned into his way to manipulate you. 

"I can flash you again." Your voice was quieter, phone tilted closer to your mouth as you'd offered yourself up, desperate to get home and put the night behind you. Either that, or you'd have to walk home at midnight on a Saturday - something you didn't want to endure while sober. Perhaps you should've stuck the evening out, had a couple drinks and loosened up, though now the thought of your bed had entered your mind, it would be impossible to shake the desire to be under your duvet. 

"Nah." You'd raised your brow when he'd declined the offer, heart sinking at his denial. Had the deal before not satisfied him?  "What if I let you touch them?" There had been attempts to hide the tremble in your tone as you'd feared rejection, now more fixated on Denji's opinion of your tits than you had getting home in the first place. When he'd accepted the offer, you couldn't help but feel relief - not for the latter. For some reason, Denji's thoughts had mattered deeply to you. 

When you'd arrived home, you'd been adamant to meet your end of the bargain, haphazardly reaching behind you to undo your dress and slip the garment from your body to reveal the skin beneath. This time, he'd laid his eyes upon much more of you, brown orbs focusing on your chest but falling to trace your thighs and stomach after realising the only piece of clothing on your body had been a small thong. He'd noticed the small crease in the fabric, the outline of your lips. Denji had wondered what it would feel like if he'd run his fingers over the fold, but decided to focus only on what you'd agreed to give him. 

You threw yourself onto the bed, wide smile as you'd beckoned the eager male forward. The mattress sank as his weight had pressed in, laying beside you.  "You have one minute." You commented, though unsure how you'd be able to time the encounter while your mind had wanted nothing more than all of him. He'd nodded, reaching forward to place a hand over your chest, kneading your breast immediately. Sighing, you closed your eyes as you'd focused on how he'd handled you, his lack of experience shining through his movements.  "Go softer, it hurts when you grab so hard." Brow furrowed, you instructed him, placing a hand over his own to demonstrate the pressure to add. You brought his thumb over your nipple, gently brushing over the bump as you'd fluttered open your eyes, glancing up at him.

He'd been watching intently as you'd guided him through the experience.  "Suck them." Command gentle, you'd almost laughed when his eyes had widened, flickering up to your expression for confirmation. He dropped his head, hesitantly placing his lips against your nipple, sucking. Involuntarily, you'd found your back arch toward his touch, hand moving to lace within his hair. You tugged lightly, a groan from his mouth both from arousal and frustration.  "Lick." The instruction had been barely audible, but he'd obeyed. A whine left your parted lips when he'd executed the action, pressing your head into the mattress below. There had been a wet patch on the cotton of your thong, arousal slick on your folds with each roll of your hips against your own clenched thighs. 

Within that moment, you'd made the decision to end the encounter, before anything had gotten out of hand. Denji was your housemate, betting your chest had already been taboo, taking his virginity hadn't been how you'd wanted to further your relationship. 

Six months after that encounter, you'd sworn to yourself to never do it again. Since then, you'd seen him differently, what had once been a distant acquaintance-ship had now been a valued friendship, integrating the aspect of an awkward crush. His presence had caused your body to heat up, and fight-or-flight kick in, an urge to flee whenever you'd felt his skin brush yours, an unforgettable reminder to the intimacy you'd shared. Denji had been blind to your obvious change in interacting with him, instead chalking it down to your 'time of the month', even if it would've meant your period lasting months on end. His awareness of the world had been vastly different to most people's. 

"It's gonna rain." You commented, looking through the window while crossing an arm across your chest, TV quietly playing in the background. The clouds were grey, blue sky hanging heavy over the run-down apartments of Tokyo.  "Nah, it won't." Denji threw his bag over his shoulder, pacing to the doorway of the lounge and passing through, making his way to exit the home. The argument had caused you to roll your eyes, shaking your head at his dismissiveness, urging him to take a jacket to his classes. "I'll bet you money you'll get caught in the rain." You'd followed him through the hall, watching as his hand had reached over the door-handle, lingering before falling back to his side. Denji turned, looking to you. 

"Bet you I won't." His eyes narrowed as he'd disagreed with you.  "Fine, two-thousand yen says you get caught in the rain." Smirk etched across your lips, you stretched your arm forward, palm opening and awaiting his to shake on the deal. When he'd stared at you blankly in return, your smile had faltered.  "If I win, I wanna touch you again." That shit-eating grin had appeared over his cheeks, teeth shining through and eyes half closed. He'd known he was pushing it, but did so anyway. "Denji, what the fuck-"  "What, scared of losing?" The blonde knew how to tick you off, competitiveness being your downfall. Thinking back to the window, you sighed, allowing him to manipulate you.  "Fine. You're going to lose anyways." 

He didn't lose.

After adamantly watching through the glass, waiting for the grey clouds to finally release the pent up water, you'd realised the rain wasn't coming. You'd ignored the piling uni work to instead await your win, stomach churning when you'd heard the front door opening over the mild muffle from the television, a disregarded show used only to drown out the images of Denji's hands scaling your skin. Denji had entered the home, heavy footsteps heading straight toward the lounge as he wore a proud expression, eyes landing upon your horrified face as he'd announced the result. "I win." 

Even if reluctant, you couldn't deny the part of yourself that had wanted to lose the bet. Following the last encounter, Denji leaving before you'd allowed things to escalate, you'd been left touch starved. The memory of his lips on your skin, delicate fingers playing with your nipples as he'd been determined to please you. A virgin, completely malleable, he'd listened adamantly to instruction, and delivered to no ends. There was something about his enthusiasm that had been attractive, a trait not many males had displayed to you. 

Denji made his way to the couch, throwing himself down beside you. Neither of you had specified what 'touch' had meant, though you'd been aware his proposition had implied going further than last time.  "Where?" Your voice weak with anxiety, you questioned. Leaning on the cushions behind on his left side, Denji grazed over you with his right hand. The contact had made you shiver, skin prickling.  "Y' know where." His reply had been hushed, whispering through husk. Nodding, you attempted to relax into the couch behind you, spreading your legs a little wider while yearning for his hand to fall lower. His palm rode up your inner thigh, chafing over the cotton of your pyjama bottoms - in the midst of studying, you had remained in lougewear, opting for comfort.

There was some hesitation, stilling his hand opposed to finally giving you some form of relief following the teasing you'd just endured. A few moments passed, and you'd finally looked up to his gaze, meeting brown eyes. Denji looked to be judging your reaction, opening his mouth to speak in a comforting tone.  "We don't have to, y'know." Much like his touch, his voice was gentle, words flowing like honey. You'd wondered if his lips would taste like it, too.  "You won the bet." Quietly inputting your opinion, Denji listened closely, eyes moving to watch your mouth formulate each syllable.  "Sure?" He questioned, a light squeeze over the thick of your thigh.  "I want you to." The admission was as hushed as the rest of your conversation, though had felt loud, as it had been undeniable proof that you'd thought of him more than a friend. 

Denji nodded, taking a moment before allowing himself free reign. He trailed his hand upward with ease, goosebumps spreading over your skin as he'd slid over it. His touch halted before reaching your cunt, a small amount of hesitance before he'd been sure of his own actions, finally cupping you through the thin material. The fact you hadn't immediately bucked forward to press yourself into his palm had been a demonstration of self control, instead opting to keep hold on a small piece of pride.

He traced his index finger along your slit through the thin fabric, feeling the length of your folds. You'd inhaled deeply at the action, pursing your lips inward when he'd dragged the digit over your clit, a spark ignited within the pit of your stomach at the contact. Somehow, when it had come to acts of intimacy, Denji had been more perceptive than usual, noticing the way your breath had hitched when he'd rolled his finger over a certain spot.  "There?" His question had been quiet, borderline inaudible, yet with your heightened senses in the moment, you'd heard him. Nodding sheepishly, you felt as he'd cupped you once more, squeezing and then rubbing back over your clit. Wetness had dampened the fabric, and you'd guessed Denji could feel moisture on his finger as he circled over you again. 

Grabbing his hand, you guided him beneath the waistband of the pyjama bottoms, allowing him to touch bare skin. He grasped your sex again, kneading his fingers over the folds, only this time, he'd had no barrier. Denji sighed in appreciation, a hum in his throat as he'd explored your slick, the first pussy he'd been able to get his hands on. At this point, you'd been soaked, fingers gliding within the arousal, though maintained his attention over your clit. A stray moan had escaped your lips, head falling to rest on the cushions behind you. 

Sloppy movements over your clit had increased in intensity, earning shaking breaths as you'd spread your legs wider, shamelessly grinding over the digits. With each swipe you'd felt your abdomen tighten, the familiar build up forming within the pit of your stomach.  "Y-you're gonna make me cum." Stuttered words had warned Denji of the impending climax between hums of pleasure, but he hadn't halted the movements against you - instead maintaining the pace. Wide brown eyes hadn't been settled on the movements of his hand, or the curve of your body, instead latched onto your expression. 

Denji had watched porn, a lot of it, obsessing over women's chests or pussies, and yet, with you he'd been unable to peel his gaze from your face, slackened expression a demonstration of your alleviation.  "Fuck, Denji I-" A moan had interrupted the slurry of nonsense you'd wanted to speak, hips helplessly rolling upward as you felt yourself come undone. Stuttered whines while you'd helplessly humped against his fingers; the orgasm had hit you like a ton of bricks, radiating euphoria over your body with each roll, face heated and eyes squeezed shut.

The aftermath had been slightly awkward, Denji pulling his hand from your trousers as you'd slouched breathlessly against your couch, suddenly aware of the situation, and of the tightness of his pants. But, this had just been a bet between you - he wouldn't ask you to aid in his climax. Instead, he silently stood, glancing over your disheveled form before rushing to his room to finish himself off, sucking over the fingers he'd used against you as he fisted over his cock, painting ropes over the floorboards beneath his feet with bated breaths.

Things hadn't been the same for a few weeks, uncomfortable silences between you, embarrassment overcoming your ability to communicate with your housemate. Power had been confused, questioning Denji, though he didn't enlighten her on your few sexual encounters, leaving them between the pair of you. 

As time had passed, the discomfort had faded, instead suppressing the memories within your mind. Instead, a friendship had formed between you, the usual arguments progressing to be just light bickering, eventually enjoying the company of the blonde, and vice-versa. You hadn't made a bet with him in half a year, and he hadn't made any complaints, instead learning to behave (though, at times he'd accepted gum as a bargaining chip). 

Gaming nights had become a regular occurrence between the pair of you when Power had been working, though somehow tonight had been a new experience. Strip poker. A video Denji had found online, his interest sparking when he'd decided to request the lewd game for your Tuesday night. At first, you'd declined, but Denji had been persistent, and the repeated reminders that he'd "seen it before" had been enough to bargain that"if you stop bringing that up, I'll play."

The issue at hand had been that Denji had won the game. With each meticulous removal of clothing, beginning with socks, each of you ending in only a pair of underwear, you'd found yourself the one having to remove a final item. Sucking in, you stood, placing hands over hips and staring at the male seated opposite you. His eyes had remained fixated to the panties you'd been wearing, watching intently as your fingers had hooked around them, pulling the fabric downward with ease. The cotton slipped over your thighs, once over your knees, dropping to hit the floor beneath. 

His appreciation to the action had been written across his face in detail, mouth ajar. There had been no prompt to take things further than they already had, yet the desire within you is what had driven you forward, fighting the inner monologue before finally whispering a pathetic two words to initiate further action.  "Wanna touch?" 

Denji had bolted upward, almost tripping over the coffee table as he'd made his way to you, hands outstretched. He cupped over your chest first, squeezing over the fat, kneading into your skin. Measures you'd embarrassingly learned through experience that he'd taken each time, an intense memory of the bargains you'd made with him rising to the forefront of your mind, the feeling of his fingers rubbing over you while you'd came, the eagerness he had to please you. 

One thing you'd been informed of prior to the odd relationship you'd shared with him had been his first kiss. A catastrophe of a first, one he'd been unable to forget - though this had invoked a new desire within you. Perhaps if you could press your lips to his, you'd be the kiss he'd remember from now on. Or, maybe you'd simply hold the title of a first within another category, you'd been the first pussy he'd touched, how about tasted? Better yet, first time? 

Denji had been caressing over you while yo'd been lost in thought, imagining the ways in which you'd have him, ultimately deciding to make a move. Placing a hand on the back of his neck, you pulled him forward. With his face inches from yours, breath fluttering into your parted lips, you closed the gap, finally feeling him against you. His movements were messy, teeth clashing against yours with his impatient nature, a desire to feel all of you against his tongue. His hands continued to grope over your bare body while your hand remained firm against the nape of his neck.

Denji tasted sweet, like candy. His mouth had been a little sticky, remnants of the cola he'd been drinking now coating your chin, the flavor abundant across your taste buds. Instead of verbally instructing him, you'd walked forward, pushing him through the doorway to make your way upstairs, his hand loosely within your own as you'd guided him toward your bedroom. 

Soft sheets had enveloped your bare back, legs spread as you'd achingly pulled Denji between them, his body landing atop yours before your mouths had reconnected. Supporting himself on his forearms, he'd continued to kiss you in heated fashion. Your hands ran the length of his back, resting over the waistline of his boxers; the only thing seperating your growing wetness from his cock. A roll of your hips upward had you feeling his hardened state, a hum on your lips. 

With hesitance, you broke the kiss, opening your eyes to meet his blown-out brown ones.  "Are you still a virgin?" The inquiry had caused a pink hue to spread across his cheeks, a small nod in answer. "Do you want to stop?" The second question, one that had confirmed where things had been heading toward, your heart fluttering as he'd shaken his head, a small no falling from his lips.  "Are you sure? Because it's fine if you don't wanna-" 

Denji hadn't allowed you to finish the sentence, instead bringing a hand to cup your bare cunt, middle finger pressing to your opening. Innately, your hips had bucked upward to his touch, humming when he'd pushed a fingertip into the hole before retracting it partially to add a second. Your whine of approval had encouraged him to push farther, curving the digits as he'd pulled back to thrust them back inside once more. 

His movements were slow as he'd gotten used to the sensation over his fingers, warm walls beckoning him in with each withdrawal. "Feels squishy." His comment had caught you off-guard, an exhale of amusement falling from your lips.  "The fact you're in your twenties is astounding to me." You'd whispered, half scolding his childish nature, even if it had been enlightening. The giggles had been cut short as he'd quickened his pace, moving from his position above you to instead place his face at your inner thigh, watching as his fingers had disappeared inside you. Denji edged closer to your folds, before placing his tongue over you, swirling it over your clit. 

Your hands had immediately met with his hair, lacing within the roots as he'd worked his tongue against you in sloppy motions, fingers amateurishly sliding in and out as he'd attempted to multitask. You'd been his test-subject, a body for him to explore, to experiment with, allowing him free reign to use. He'd enjoyed the taste of your cunt, the fluids eagerly lapped up between the thrust of his fingers, humming when you'd tugged his hair, or rolled against his tongue. His inexperience had created mess, saliva coating you from your clit to the insides of your thighs, collecting on Denji's cheeks, or on a few of the ends of his hair. Though, he hadn't minded, simply basking in the mix of substances. 

A harsh tug had caused his head to pull back, eyes lazily  focusing on your breathless chest as you'd coaxed him upward, repositioning himself between your thighs, this time his boxers discarded and cock free to press against the soaking cunt awaiting him. There had been no denying Denji had felt nervous, worried over messing up, or the likely conclusion that he'd cum within seconds of feeling the tight walls embrace his cock. Since the first evening you'd allowed him to touch you, he'd pictured the moment he'd finally stuff himself into the cunt he'd felt kiss his fingers. 

He'd been sensitive, member harder than it had been before, red tip brushing over your clit one last time, a shiver spreading over his spine at the contact. He'd exhaled, eyes closing as he'd finally pushed into you, lewd moan leaving his lips when he'd felt the squeeze over himself. Just as he'd expected, you'd hugged him tightly, gripping over his length as he'd gone deeper. The sensation had been incomparable to any other, stomach clenching with each thrust, his mouth wide. 

"You okay?" You'd asked, trying your best to focus on the male above you, though with the way he'd filled out your cunt, it'd been difficult to formulate words. Denji could only let out a pathetic nod, a groan cascading from his lips instead of a sentence. His features had been contorted, and every few thrusts he'd halted, a desperate clasp at your thighs as he'd fought the urge to cum immediately.  "You can cum if you want, don't worry." You'd giggled, stomach sucking in with the pattern of laughter. After speaking the words of confirmation, Denji had sped up, hips clashing against your legs as he'd fucked into you with speed. Bringing a hand to your clit, you rubbed circles, eyes closing while your pussy had been fucked into, picking up from where Denji's tongue had left off. 

When Denji had reached his climax, he'd let out a series of whines, his entire orgasm being commentated through loud moans of pleasure, face screwed up and body jittering. His cock had twitched inside you with each rope, a sloppy sound and squelching feeling as he'd offloaded his seed into your cunt, the feeling alone enough to push you over the edge. 

Denji had rolled from you, chest rising and falling in a frenzy as he'd found himself pussy-drunk, and high within the euphoria of losing his virginity. As he'd found his mind once more, he'd glanced over to your nudity, then to your resting face. Denji found himself in awe of every inch of your body, unable to fathom the fact he'd managed to lose his virginity to you. Though, he wouldn't allow you to bask in his admiration, instead allowing the familiar shit-eating grin to spread across his sweat-sheaned face, rolling to lay on his side. Somehow, he'd found the energy to tease you once more, playful tone as he'd asked you;  "Round two?"