#it's a short one! I purposefully tried to keep it short. it was a challenge and it still ended up being 3 pages. but i blame my canvas size

[aekatty]

𝒵𝑜𝑜 𝒟𝒶𝓉𝑒! Ft. Monster trio + Law

a/n: i’m new to posting so no judging pwety pwease. also i wrote this super late at night 🙏

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18+!! MINORS DNI

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cw: mentions of short reader, all of the guys except law-ish sound like they’re on crack, lots of wrestling, cheesy asf, is this what u do at a zoo?!

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fluff but mostly humorous, literal chaos, a bit ooc(?), tried to make it gender inclusive, found this prompt through pinterest lol

zoro

when you brought up the idea of going to the zoo, warned him beforehand about the “look but don’t touch” rule

you didn’t want him to see the zoo as a training arena

first suggested that yall go to the beach instead but u declined it saying, “it was too cliche”

he would never admit it but he’s silently insecure whenever he sees you get along well with the animals (whenever he smiles at them, they run away)

a small smile creeps up at the corner of his lips as he watches you gawk at the aquatic animals section

you call the seals, “sea puppies.” he just calls them “water dogs”

purposefully makes eye contact with gorillas to rile them up (he tried to ask the zookeeper to let him inside the enclosure so he can fight them to which you slap him in the back of the head for)

gorillas see eye contact as a challenge to fight

there was an event that happened where the penguins would dive and twirl underwater to impress you

zoro threatened them by claiming that he’ll ask sanji to turn them into “penguin kabobs” if they didn’t stop flirting with his gf (they got scared and ran back to their zookeeper)

attempted to smile at the otters but got scared and swam away

got lost one time and accidentally landed in the chimpanzee enclosure. you couldn’t help but laugh as the keeper got mad at him for beating up the chimpanzees bc they “gave him the stink eye”

the crew made fun of him after coming back from the zoo with a bald patch at the back of his head.

a giraffe thought his hair was grass and you had to pull him away just so he wouldn’t be tempted to use his swords on them

got both of you guys got kicked out after he tried impressing you by using three sword style on a polar bear

luffy

like zoro, u also warned him about the “look don’t touch” rule

like a kid on sugar, luffy got excited as he became enamored with the (in his own words), “big buff animals”

kept asking you which of these animals would make a delicious meal

would point at the monkeys and go, “look, it’s me!”

for the love of god, the rubber boy would not stop cracking up at the baboons and calling them “apple butts”

randomly asked you if you would find him more attractive if he was an actual monkey

he genuinely believed you when you joked about rhinos being “dinosaurs”

“NO WAY!! I THOUGHT THEY WERE EXTINCT!”

“i was jok-“

“WAIT TILL I TELL ROBIN ABOUT THIS! SHE'S GONNA BE SO JEALOUS WHEN SHE FINDS OUT THAT I DISCOVERED DINOSAURS BEFORE HER!”

he kept stretching his face and making monkey noises at the monkeys

(they looked at him with disinterest)

he thought it would be a good idea to wrestle a bear. you got mad at him after he knocked it out with his “gum-gum pistol”

he cried at the sight of the otters because he said that it reminded him of alabasta and that alabasta reminds him of vivi

he asked the giraffes if they were related to kaku and then panicked bc he “thought he was racist” for asking that

“[name], does this mean I'm not woke :(“

you got mad at him after he decided it would be a good idea to put his head inside the mouth of a hippo. the zookeeper almost fainted as the hippo bit down on his head but you assured them that his devil fruit powers would prevent him from dying that easily

you honestly contemplated your relationship with your captain/boyfriend but his stupidity is what makes him charming (to you at least)

he kept asking the zookeepers if he can keep the boa constrictor as a pet

along with wanting a snake as a pet, he kept asking the lions if they could join his crew

got emotional at the sight of leopards bc they reminded him of pedro

like zoro, he got both of yall kicked out after he tried smuggling a lion out of the cage and named it “sun destroyer 4000”

you were more surprised at the fact that you guys didn’t get kicked out earlier

sanji

“[name], my dear, how would you feel if i took you out on a date to a place of your choice?”

“well there is one place i’ve been wanting to go to for awhile.”

maybe going to the zoo with sanji was a mistake, the flirty blonde boy would not stop comparing you to every “cute” animal he saw

for long hair: it didn’t help that he purposefully braided your hair and tied them up to look like bear ears which you look even cuter in his eyes (my headcanon is that sanji knows how to braid hair hehe)

he found it cute that you saw a bunch of reindeers and called them “a family of choppers”

if there was a big crowd of people surrounding an exhibit and you couldn’t see, he would use his height to his advantage by lifting you up to get a good view of the animals

after getting down you were wondering why his nose was bleeding until you realized he had a good view under your skirt

if you’re wearing pants, he just nose bled at the sight of your gyat

you joked with him saying that you would find it hot if he wrestled an ostrich. but sanji being sanji, took it literal and actually did it

the zookeeper yelled at him after the ostrich was left unconscious

flirtatiously asked if you would still find him attractive even if he was an animal

“no, sanji, that would be beastiality.”

felt his whole face heat up after you put on matching ear headbands with him

in response, he tried to buy out the whole gift shop

tried to convince you into buying “i’m his, im hers” shirts but you told him it was cringe which hurt his ego

for gn! readers, bro tried to buy those “im cool, im cooler shirts” cause he a lil cheesy

when you became enamored with the snake exhibit he tried to flex saying, “you wouldn’t have to worry about a snake swallowing you bc i would be there to protect you, my dear”

you compared him to a ram bc you saw him as courageous and determined for his crew

“[NAME] SWANNN, YOU CAN’T JUST SAY THAT OUT OF THE BLUE!” there goes your man…

almost nose bled AGAIN at the thought of you as a red panda while visiting the exhibit (you thought he was tweakin)

got jealous when you said tigers were just as cool as zoro

he compared zoro to a baboon bc he’s always scratching his ass and sniffing his hand after (wait why is this lowk a good headcanon 😝)

you found it adorable as you watched him feed the animals in the petting zoo as if he were their father

he freaked out as the goat stole the cigarette out of his mouth and ate it in front of him.

one of your fave moments of intimacy with sanji would be sharing cotton candy with him as you watched the penguins do tricks in the water

after getting back on the sunny, you decided to surprise him with a ram plushie you bought behind his back

he thanked you by peppering your face in kisses and showering you in praises

“oh my dear, [name]. you don’t need to spoil me like that! it should be the other way around!”

bonus!! trafalgar law

law asked his crew beforehand on “great date spots” to take you out on; to which penguin suggested yall go to the zoo

he never cared for the zoo but as long as you were happy he didn’t mind

got flustered after you mentioned that snow leopards reminded you of him

he bought you a snow leopard plush and you named it “traffy”

you asked him if you should buy souvenirs for the crew

you asked him if you could adopt a polar bear so that bepo would have a friend. he replied with, “no bc he’s already friends with me”

thought it would be funny to teleport you to the lion enclosure until his powers conveniently started tweaking and he couldn’t teleport you back out

you punched him in the head after you came back with scratches from wrestling them

he felt bad for the joke he did on u, so he teleported you to the capybara enclosure as an apology

compared you to a meerkat bc “you’re short but really fast on those legs.” you responded by threatening to give his sword away to zoro

made fun of you after you got startled by him in the insect section. he laughed as you slapped his hand after he pretended it was a tarantula

he likes to install fear into u by explaining different ways each animal can kill you

he would purposefullykiss you in front of the monkeys after they tried flirting with you

the zookeeper had to tell him to stop bc they were afraid that they would break out their enclosure

what pissed him off even more was the fact it reminded him of the rubber boy

after you guys get back to the submarine, the crew crowded you as you gave them their souvenirs. law couldn’t help but smile at your generosity and friendship with everyone

oh yea….he felt himself fall in-love with you again

[silvershadow1711]

Apotelesma

Fandom: Binary Star Hero

Word count: 7k

Pairing: Ray/Maddie (OC)

Summary: Stars have always been said to have influence over the course of a person's life. Can a moment of weakness really be considered a mistake if it was fated to happen?

Warnings: Male masturbation, mentions of female masturbation, mentions/descriptions of violence/gore, a mention of sexual assault (nothing happens, he just thinks about it), bodily fluids, lots of angst in general. Like… this was supposed to just be a PWP, but it ended up being kind of really depressing…

A/N: This is something that’s been on my mind for a long time but that I never had any intention of putting on paper. And then I took a little poll on tumblr that essentially asked if I could write a fic (not chapter- fic) that was 7k words. I’ve only done something that short once in the last decade or so of fic writing, so I decided to take the bait and challenge myself. This is written as a bit of an AU of my other BSH fic, "Syzygy", but it's not required to have read that to understand this.

It was always a treat, getting to accompany her on these heists. Well, “accompany” might have been stretching the definition a bit. He was definitely present at the same time as her, even if they weren’t… technically… there together.

Even if he was hovering around fifteen feet above her (usually he preferred to stay between twenty and thirty, just to make sure he was harder to spot if she happened to look up, but he was a bit too… preoccupied at present to focus on his field).

Even if she didn’t know he was there.

But it still counted in his mind, and thank goodness for that because otherwise, she would have been completely alone. The man in the black mask (matching hers, he tried not to think about how his gut twisted if he thought about that too much) had left, taking the handful of lower ranked members that had (actually) accompanied them with him, piling them into a nondescript sedan along with their stolen goods and driving off. Ray had- purposefully- dropped his altitude during the altercation that preceded the split, listening intently as Maddie and her… coworker? Associate? He was loathe to call the petulant man her “partner”, even if it was just a partner in crime (and there was a growing pile of evidence that indicated it wasn’t…).

Well, whatever he was was, there had been a slight concern that their little spat might escalate, potentially becoming physical. The last thing he needed was to spook her by swooping down in full costume and folding this so-called “Double Vision” asshole like an origami swan. Even if he claimed (truthfully in this case) that he was simply doing his duty in protecting a civilian from what he could only assume was a violent altercation, the terror of being approached by a hero mere minutes after committing several felonies would forever poison the well and ensure that she never saw him as anything but a threat. Thankfully, their tiff had remained just that, and even when Ray opened the channels of his mind and let their thoughts flow into his head, all he got was an overwhelming sense of annoyance from both parties. This battle was an old one, practically generational.

But even if his darling little glimmer of starlight was unharmed and unworried about making her way back home alone in the dead of night, that didn’t mean he was. Letting a woman weave through dark alleys all by her lonesome was downright unheroic. He was keeping her safe, truly. Watching the way those tight athletic pants clung to her ass, the inner seam pressing into her pussy enough for him to practically make out the swell of her lips as she crawled through a hole in one of the chain-link fences… that was just a happy coincidence. After all, she mostly wore baggy clothes in the daylight hours- not that he couldn’t still appreciate the swell of her breasts accentuated by the logo of whatever black tee-shirt she was wearing that day.

But her villain get-up, as casual as it was, marked such a departure from her usual aesthetic that even the most mundane things seemed eroticised to the point of lewdity. Seriously; just catching a glimpse of her ankle, the way the skin shifted as the joint rotated, had his dick hard and leaking. What the hell was wrong with him, getting all hot and bothered over an ankle like some deeply repressed Victorian lord? Why didn’t he get hard this easily when he was having sex? Maybe it was a fetish? A villain fetish? But if that were the case, why was it just manifesting now? Why with this… what, G-lister? As Maddie climbed back to her feet, she unzipped her cropped jacket, allowing him an unobstructed view of her throat all the way down to the dip of her clavicle as she rolled her neck in a stretch. His hips jerked of their own accord and he bit his lip until he could taste the faintest trace of copper to stifle the moan desperately climbing up his throat.

At any other time, he might have cut his losses and flown home to jerk off in peace, but… this really was a bad part of town and he really did worry that leaving her on her own might be dangerous. And honestly, it wasn’t like there was anyone around to notice him; just the subject of his strange fascination, and in the five months he’d been tailing her, she hadn’t looked up once. No one in their little gang had. Had they forgotten that justice roamed the skies and no darkness could withstand his light, or were they simply so arrogant as to think they were untouchable? Frankly, Ray didn’t care. Be it arrogance, naivety, or plain old stupidity- whatever the reason, it worked in his favor.

The seam allowances on his suit were annoyingly small, which meant zippers were even smaller. Normally, he used his telekinesis to undo them, but while just about any natural-born telekinetic could split their field at least two ways, as long as he wanted to stay airborne, he was stuck using his hands. And between the tiny zipper and the thickness of his gloves, it was frustrating enough that, if the ache between his legs was coming from his bladder, he would have just pissed in the suit rather than continue fighting it. Alas, arousal was a more powerful motivator than he ever would have imagined- for the first time in his life, he understood why men would seemingly move heaven and earth just to get laid.

Finally wresting open his fly, the cool night air on his overheated skin sent a shiver through him that ended up feeding back into his arousal. Wrapping a hand around his shaft, he began stroking himself hard and fast, copious amounts of pre-cum easing what otherwise would have been unbearable friction from textured gloves. Even in the privacy of his bedroom with all the time he could reasonably expect, Ray never felt the need to build up to an orgasm. If he was at the point of jerking off, he was horny enough and, more often than not, it was simply another bodily function that just needed to be taken care of. Lately, it had become more enjoyable, simply by want of actually experiencing sexual desire when he was doing it, but he still didn’t feel the need to draw it out unnecessarily. For as good as it felt, there was no urge to prolong it, so when Maddie’s voice reached him, and he felt his balls start to draw up, he quickened the pace of his strokes.

Her voice was unintelligible and just audible enough for him to make out that she was singing something under her breath. It wasn’t surprising; she sang all the time, even while breaking into cars or homes (one would guess that was the reason behind her villainous nom de guerre). He assumed it was a way of self soothing, calming what had to be harried thoughts, but at the moment, all he could think was what that range of dulcet tones would sound like moaning his name.

‘Ah, fuck, keep making those pretty sounds for me… I’d have you singing my name all night, Star; I’d conduct a fucking symphony on that sweet pussy of yours…’

He was so caught up in the visions playing out in his mind that he barely noticed that Maddie- and by extension, he himself- had stopped moving. Maybe because there was still motion below him, his star swaying a bit as she tapped out something on the tablet she’d pulled from some interior pocket of her jacket.

“Heh, you keep doin’ that, you’re gonna go blind, sugar pie…” Huh? Slowly, almost too slowly to feel natural, like he was watching something in a dream, the woman below him turned around and tilted her head back, back, craning her neck all the way until she was looking at him. At least, he assumed she was; the eyes of the demonic half-mask she wore were gilded the same as the horns, obscuring her own eyes. The massive fangs that protruded from the carved smile of Double Vision’s mask were the same gold and hid his mouth. Maddie’s mouth was exposed, the massive grin she was sporting putting all her teeth, white and small and just a little crooked in places, on full display.

“I take it you’re enjoying yourself?” She… she wasn’t talking to him. “Man, you are just going to town on that thing!” She couldn’t be. “I gotta say, Binary Star being a full-on exhibitionist was not on my bingo card.” No, this… this wasn’t happening. This… was just a nightmare, h-he was going to wake up at any moment-- “Aww, what’re you doing? Don’t stop on my account. Keep going. Wait!” She backed up, not running, not in any kind of hurry, just about two steps back, raising her hand and pulling it back as well. That was a… strange motion, but one that ultimately made perfect sense as a thin black rectangle floated from its previous position at his side to the front of him. A phone, whatever make and model he wouldn’t have been able to tell even in full daylight (all smartphones produced after 2006 looked interchangeable to him), tilted in such a way that, while he was certain his whole body was in frame, it was obvious the focus of the shot was on his dick, which he was still holding, even if his hand had stilled.

“Okay,” Maddie practically chirped. “Now keep going.” She was talking to him. His bright little star, a singular light amidst the haze of pollution, was saying words directly to him, looking directly at him… There was no fear; she spoke as if they were old friends… She had realized he was following her… she was watching him masturbate, filming it- for who knew how long?

Over the last two or so decades, a shift had begun taking place inside of him, so subtle and gradual that he didn’t really even notice it until a few years ago. A dimming of sorts had happened. Colors were muted, sounds muffled; the entire world seemed to have washed out, leaving everything a bit faded… and that included Ray himself. He had never really been happy- there wasn’t much in his life to be happy about, honestly- but these days, he didn’t feel… anything anymore. Not really. The anger that used to sweep over him had dulled to a perpetual annoyance, disgust morphed into a faint irritation, fear… honestly, he probably hadn’t been afraid since the day he left Steel’s house fifteen years ago. After all, what was there for Binary Star to be afraid of?

The answer was about fifteen feet below him, still swaying a bit, holding a tablet and beaming at him with a shit-eating grin. Arousal curdled into horror that churned in his stomach and drenched the inside of his suit with a cold sweat. The phone was out of reach (especially when it was on the side of the arm that was still holding his dick), and his field dexterity was below that of all but the youngest, most inept children. The pressure built behind his eyes, the peripherals of his vision turning red--

“Ah ah ah! That’s a mistake!” He blinked, and the heat dissipated. “I’m not exactly live-streaming, but I am streaming this to a private server. A server I keep… contingency plans on. And if, for any reason, I don’t log into that server for more than 18 hours, all those ‘contingency plans’ do get live-streamed. Not just on multiple accounts on every social media platform, but other places. Archives. The dark web. This’ll go up right next to that video of you turning that Los Perreros mule into a meat pinata.” What was she talking about- how the fuck did she know about that? NAHA said they scrubbed every copy of that video off the internet. If it were anybody- literally anybody else- saying those words to him, Ray would have taken his chances and removed their head from their body by now. But… if he hadn’t been able to kill Maddie that first night, there was no chance of it now. To hurt her, to even think of extinguishing the sole source of light in his dim, miserable world… that was a type of sickness he hadn’t felt since that day. He swallowed, but his mouth still felt wretchedly dry.

“What do you want?”

“Well, right now, I want you to finish jerking off.”

“What?”

“You heard me.” There was no humor in her tone this time. “You’re still at about half mast- honestly; respect- so… cum and then we’ll talk.” …it had to be a fetish. Because that was the only logical explanation as to why, even in the horrific scenario he’d found himself in, his dick still jerked and began hardening once more just at the sound of his star telling (ordering) him to cum.

With a shaky inhale, he began stroking again. It was impossible to find a comfortable rhythm; he didn’t want to drag this out by going too slow, but the thought of going too fast and seeming too eager made him want to crawl under a rock and die. He didn’t know where to look, he was suddenly far too aware of every part of his body; honestly, the last time he’d felt this uncomfortable masturbating had been back in the NAHA facility when he was eleven. But that awkward discomfort hadn’t stopped him then, and it wasn’t going to stop him now.

Risking a glance downwards, he noticed that Maddie hadn’t shifted even slightly. She had to be looking at him. Was she… enjoying this? It would be easy to tell- he could pull back that mental curtain, peer into her thoughts… but what if she wasn’t? What if she was disgusted by him, despised him? He mentally shook his head to clear away those horrible thoughts. It was Schrödinger’s judgment, and for the sake of his own sanity, he was going to choose to believe that she was watching because she got something positive out of it. With that in mind, he allowed his gaze to grow bolder, roving down her body to land once more on wide hips and thick thighs and the junction between them, groaning slightly as he let his imagination run free, envisioning how he could tear that thin lycra like tissue paper to reveal the treasure beneath. His mouth, his hands, his dick- hell, even his field; he wanted to experience what it felt like to have as much of himself inside her as possible.

His hips bucked into his fist as he felt his orgasm begin to crest, and for one horrible moment, he wondered what it would be like to simply land and play out his fantasies in real life. To tear her silly costume (if it could even be called that) off and push her up against the filthy brick wall and finish those final pumps it would take to push him over the edge inside that sweet pussy he had been dreaming of. She probably wouldn’t take too kindly to that, would probably scream and try to fight him off, but… it’s not like that could actually stop him. Women fighting back hadn’t stopped Steel, after all. And that was what snapped him out of it, that thought; ‘Are you Steel Sheriff…?’ No, but for a moment that lasted only a heart’s beat and an eternity all at once, he’d thought like him. And the thought itself was what pushed him over the edge.

A few more pumps, flicking his wrist and focusing on the head, and he came with a choked moan and a staccato jerking of the hips. The afterglow never lasted very long, the regeneration that kept his body regulated cycling through any burst of hormones rather quickly, even the pleasant ones. A few deep breaths later, and he was once again returned to unpleasant reality at hand. There was no dignified way to tuck his now flaccid dick back into his suit; why the fuck hadn’t NAHA taught him how to not look like an idiot in an embarrassing sexual situation instead of wasting time with media training? At the very least Maddie wasn’t pointing and (openly) laughing at him, waiting until he was zipped up to gesture for him to come closer with a nonchalant yet oddly elegant curl of her fingers.

(How would those fingers feel on his skin?)

(He wanted to put them in his mouth)

(…the hell? Where had that thought come from?)

(Goddammit, he just came- how was he getting hard again!?)

Thoroughly annoyed with both his body and mind, Ray alighted back on terra firma, leaving a good three feet between himself and his strange fixation (an arbitrary distance that was in no part enforced by his attempt to not step in any of the conspicuously milky puddles on the asphalt, no sir). At some point, Maddie’s phone had returned to her hand and she had been typing something on the cracked screen before putting it in sleep mode and returning both it and the tablet to their respective hidden pockets. With her full attention on him, she was no longer leering with that wicked smile. She looked, to be sure- intensely and upon every square inch of him if the motions of her head were anything to go by, but her full lips remained a neutral line. Finally she stilled, her attention turned (presumably) to his face.

“You’re a lot taller in person than you look on TV.”

“I get that a lot,” he muttered. Ray didn’t know how he felt about this whole situation. On the one hand, he was elated that his little star hadn’t taken off running the moment he’d been spotted, that his mind hadn’t been inundated with a flood of terrified, disgusted thoughts reviling him for being a disgusting pervert… but on the other hand, of all the ways he would have wanted to finally make contact with this newfound obsession, being sexually blackmailed into it was definitely near the bottom of his list. With a deep breath and sigh that didn’t sound nearly as shaky as it felt, he ripped the bandage off. “What do you want? Money? Information? ‘Clout’?” He hated the way that word felt on his tongue, and judging by the way Maddie physically recoiled, she hated the way it felt in her ears.

“Ugh, it sounds so hateful when you say it. Like a slur. But to answer your question, no, no, and definitely not.”

“Then what do you want?” She tilted her head ever so slightly to the side, and he was once again reminded of that cat she’d stumbled across, the way it had looked at her as she squealed and cooed at it in the most insufferable baby talk he’d ever heard. Did looking at something at a 15 degree angle help you understand it better?

“Why haven’t you killed me yet?”

“What?”

“Why didn’t you kill me as soon as you realized I was filming you?” The better question was, why hadn’t he killed her five months ago?

“I-I’m a hero; heroes don’t--”

“Don’t piss in my mouth and tell me it’s La Croix.” For the first time since he’d noticed her noticing him, she sounded irritated. “I’ve seen you vivisect a man. So why haven’t you split me down the middle?” She made a slicing motion from the top of her head down to her chest to illustrate her point, and Ray’s traitorous mind quickly filled in the gaps, painting a vivid picture of organs spilling out as the two halves of her fell open like a macabre flower, pooling blood overtaking the meager splattering of his arousal. It was only weeks of practice in Pará that had him preemptively slam his lips shut against the mouthful of vomit he threatened to spit up. Swallowing the bile, he kept his eyes fixed on an empty bottle behind her shoe, not trusting himself to look directly at her just yet.

“…because I don’t want to.” He expected her to scoff, to laugh in his face, to call him out on his bullshit. It was the honest-to-god truth, but even to his ears it sounded like a lie. But if he’d ever been able to predict this woman before him, he wouldn’t have been so fascinated by her, now would he?

“…that’s as good a reason as any, I guess.” He blinked, taken aback.

“You believe me?”

“Should I not? Are you lying?”

“No.”

“Well, I’m not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. So. That being the case, what I want from you is twofold. One!” She held a finger up in front of his face. “I don’t know why you’re following me and I don’t particularly want to know. But I don’t want heroes” she actually made air quotes as she sneered, “and law enforcement to know my comings and goings, so from now, if you ever see me again, no the fuck you don’t. Keep my actions and whereabouts out of NAHA’s databases.” A guarantee that he wasn’t going to cart her off to prison- Ray should have seen that coming. Given that he’d been following her for weeks and witnessed her commit multiple felonies in that time, it was safe to say he’d never had any intention of turning her in, but he still made a show of acting beleaguered, sighing heavily, shoulders slumping, the whole shebang.

“I suppose I have no choice. And your second demand?” Her smile came back. Not a full smile, just a little quirk of the corner of her mouth that made his stomach flip uncomfortably.

“Your phone number.” That he wouldn’t have seen coming under any circumstance.

“My… huh?”

“Number. You have a phone, yes? Some way of communicating over telecom lines? So, can I have it? Can I have your number? Can I get the ten digits that comprise your number~?”

“Why?”

“So I can call you. Obviously.” Instantly his mind began racing, trying to figure out what nefarious reasons she could have for wanting to call him. A set up, some misguided attempt to take out Binary Star? Surely she couldn’t be that stupid. For the first time since her argument with Double Vision, Ray opened the channel of his telepathy, allowing her thoughts to pour into his head.

/--‘your number, your number; can I have your number? Your phone number and area code?’ God, I am never gonna forget that until I die…/

Well, that was less than helpful. Maybe this was a joke- maybe she intended to post his number online so annoying fans could harass him? It would hardly be the first time he’d changed numbers.

“I suppose that’s… acceptable.” It took a moment to remember the current string of ten digits he was using; it wasn’t as though he had cause to remember his own number. The only people who called him were those affiliated with NAHA, and they always knew how to reach him. Any “dates” were set up by handlers, including exchanges of contact information, and honestly, Ray saw those glorified publicity stunts as yet another aspect of his job. It wasn’t as though he had friends, family… there was no one outside of work for him to talk to… Once she finished entering the number into her contacts, Maddie once more fixed him with a tight-lipped smile that looked especially wicked when paired with those gleaming horns.

“I don’t make calls often, but I will text. And I expect you to respond.” Another strange flip-flop in his gut, brought on less by her words and more so her tone. It didn’t feel great, but he didn’t dislike it either. Maybe that was what spurred him to push back, just a little.

“And if I don’t?”

“Well, releasing a sex tape worked for the Kardashians- I guess it can work out for you, too. All those sex shops that make unlicensed Binary Star dildos can at least have a decent reference to work off. Oh! Before I forget, you might wanna get that mole on your dick checked out.” The chill slipped down his spine, into his stomach, and all he could do was stand there, gaping like an idiot, as she gave him a bitchy little wave and traipsed off.

Ray avoided social media- he hadn’t really used the internet until he was eighteen, and by that time, it had advanced to the point where it just confused and frustrated him. Besides, he had handlers and PR people to deal with that, to run the accounts on Twitter and Instagram under his name. If there had been any kind of credible threat to his wholesome image (no- fanart and lookalikes doing parody porn didn’t count, much to the chagrin of the NAHA’s marketing department), he would’ve known almost immediately. It seemed that Maddie had kept up her end of their bargain, but even so, he refrained from trailing her for a while. He wasn’t worried about some stupid scandal; he was worried about what she thought of him. Was she afraid he’d go back on his word and send a SWAT team after her? Had she taken to wearing hoods and carrying an umbrella for fear of getting caught in a localized downpour of something that wasn’t quite water? …had she immediately told that Double Vision asshole what happened and now they were both laughing at him…?

Ugh, just thinking about that made his gut churn. He hadn’t felt this bad in decades, his healing factor usually keeping his body too stable for anything but a general sense of malaise. That was probably why he didn’t register his phone ringing until the vibration ran up his thigh. Fishing the brick from his pocket, Ray frowned and squinted, as though that would change what was written on the screen. “Private Number”. It took a few long seconds for his brain to catch up with his eyes. A private, unknown number? How could someone even reach-- the realization struck him and he fumbled to swipe right before the ringing stopped.

“Four rings.” A disappointed clucking from the other end. “We gotta work on your reaction time.” Maddie. He was about to refer to her by name, before he remembered that as far as she knew, he didn’t actually know her name.

“Who is this?” If the hero thing hadn’t gone through, he still would’ve had a promising chance as a child star. He couldn’t sing, but he could sure as hell act.

“Oh, I guess you don’t know me. Hmm. How’s about you call me ‘Bard’? I’m the poor, delicate maiden you busted a nut to the other night.” Ray choked back a scoff. Delicate? He’d seen pit bulls more delicate than her (not that that was a bad thing- the fact that someone who seemed so hard-bitten and borderline aggressive could at the same time be so gentle charmed him to no end).

“I’ll keep that in mind. Did you need something?”

“Nah, mostly just checking to make sure you haven’t forgotten our arrangement. You’re not hispanic, are you?” That threw him for a loop.

“No, why- do I look hispanic?”

“You could be very diluted. But no, I ask because the number you gave me is registered to one ‘Miguel Sanchez’ and… that didn’t sound right. You don’t look like a ‘Miguel’- you look like a ‘Trevor’.” …somehow, that was more insulting than if she’d just called him a cracker.

“I’m not going to have a phone registered in my name, especially with a number that could so easily fall into villainous hands.” He wondered if she would take offense at his little dig. If she did, it didn’t register in her voice.

“So your name’s not Miguel or Trevor?”

“…no.”

“Well, that’s two down. So, what’s up, Lefty?” He frowned slightly.

“Why are you calling me ‘Lefty’?”

“Because your dick curves to the left.”

“No, it doesn’t!”

“It does.” Good fucking lord, how intently had she been looking at it!? Was she just studying that video frame by frame!?

“I don’t care; don’t call me that!”

“Sure thing, mole dick!” The sheer delight in her voice made his heart flutter, and coupled with the nerve-wracking embarrassment he was feeling, Ray had to duck his head between his knees until the urge to vomit fully passed.

“…‘Lefty’ is fine.”

“Thought so. Quick question- where are you going to be patrolling tonight?”

“Huh? What makes you think--”

“Don’t play cute with me.” Once again, that short, sharp tone returned. “I know you spend all day doing ‘respectable’ hero work for photo ops and kill gang members under the cover of darkness. You probably have a list of targets to hit, so where are you going to be tonight?” …most people didn’t think of heroes doing dirty work. That was the purview of squads in bulletproof vests carrying assault rifles, not caped crusaders in spandex (read: ballistic nylon). He was supposed to be a symbol of hope, a shining light in the eyes of people, not some shady assassin… Maddie must’ve taken his silence as defiance, and her next words were completely devoid of any levity. “If I die, I will ruin your life from beyond the grave. You know jerking off is the least horrifying thing you’ve been caught on tape doing, right? The shit you’ve done to people makes cartel killings look tame. And most people don’t know about it because it’s on the dark web and they have no idea what that is, but if I get caught up in one of your raids, every goddamn ten year old on Tik Tok is going to see you melting a man’s face off.” Sighing deeply, Ray pressed the heels of his palms against his eyes.

“…there’s a warehouse on East 8th street that apparently has an industrial meth lab. Is that one of your endeavors?” He already knew it wasn’t, already knew she mostly dealt in theft and selling pills, already knew about the pawnshop and autobody shop that acted as her little gang’s money laundering fronts… but she didn’t know he knew, and he wanted to keep it that way.

“Hell no- that shit’s poison. Good to know, good to know. Well, that’s all I wanted from you. I’ll text you later~” She hung up before he could even begin to think of a response, and once the line clicked off, he was left staring at his reflection against the dull gray screen. If anyone else had seen him, they would be ashamed at what he had been reduced to, cowering from and taking orders from some two-bit criminal, but Ray himself knew he hadn’t been reduced to anything. There was nothing to be reduced down.

Leaning back against the cushions of his sofa, he huffed in amusement. Lefty. Being teased and getting embarrassing nicknames was a part of growing up, wasn’t it? In the facility, they mostly called him by his designation… “Ray” was technically a nickname, but how many people actually knew the name on his birth certificate was “Raymond”? Maybe if he had actually been treated like a normal boy even once in his life, he wouldn’t have practically had an allergic reaction to it just now. His phone buzzed and he groaned, wondering what Herschel wanted to bitch at him about now. There was no name attached to the alert, once again “Private Number”. Opening the message, that terrifying flutter in his chest came back as his body seemed to fluctuate from hot to cold and back again in seconds.

Here ya go. You look like the kind of freak who’s into feet. See, I can be nice~

He tapped on the attached image before he even realized his thumb had moved, filling his screen. Ray had never, in his life, been “into” feet. Or breasts, or pecs, or asses or anything. Whenever interviewers asked what he looked for in a partner, he always gave a non-answer like “a nice smile” or “their personality” as if the NAHA cared about anything like that. He wasn’t “into” feet, he reminded himself as his gaze roved over the expanse of smooth brown skin and faintest hint of blue beneath the surface, the curves of the arch and ankle… her nails were painted a bright, cherry red.

Once he had finished fisting his dick and cleaning up the resulting mess, Ray quickly pulled up several different porn sites, harriedly looking up several combinations of keywords for some very scientifically unsound research. Five minutes and eight open tabs later, he breathed a sigh of relief as he mentally reasoned that it wasn’t a fetish if it only turned him on when it was one specific person. That made him feel a little better.

It took another week before Ray’s nerves had settled enough for him to feel it was safe to return to his old (or rather, new) hobby, though he never dropped below twenty feet again. True to his word, any time there was a break in or a suspicious instance of several gang members turning up dead with no visible injuries in an area where NAHA’s GPS pinged him, he unfortunately always seemed to be busy dealing with something else. Funny how that happened.

And true to her word, Maddie (or “Bard”, as she informed him) did not call again, but her text messages were somewhat regular. At least once a week, she would demand to know if and where he would be assisting in raids, and occasionally reward him with another picture (it honestly seemed like she was mostly just showing off her collection of nail polish) but every so often, she would send something he couldn’t really make heads or tails of.

Pictures, usually screenshots of cartoons, with captions he was pretty sure weren’t taken from the shows themselves. Pictures of different animals, usually cats (sometimes even her own), videos of short comedy sketches… It didn’t make any sense. She didn’t seem to expect reciprocation, so he had no idea what any of it meant. Loathe as he was to make a fool of himself, he sent a response one day asking exactly why she was sending him all that nonsense.

Oh, is this your work phone? Are you not allowed to look at memes on the clock? Should’ve said that before I sent all those feet pics…

This is my personal phone. Why are you sending me these things?

…bruh, I send everyone shit like this. What, do your friends not link you things they think are interesting?

Ray hadn’t even noticed the phone slipping from his fingers, his entire body feeling numb as the blood rushing through his ears grew louder. Friends… friends? Binary Star didn’t have friends; he had sidekicks he barely tolerated and arranged dates he despised and work associates whose deaths he prayed for. And Ray… Ray didn’t have anyone, not since--

(don’t think about it)

Ray just existed as some pale, soft, disgusting thing that emerged from Binary Star’s exoskeleton at the end of the day, hiding away until his red white and blue shell hardened and that picture-perfect smile was locked in place. Even if he’d been hiding on a certain someone’s balcony more than his far-too-large penthouse these days, the fact remained that no one wanted anything to do with him outside of the role he played.

Except for one person, it seemed. Maybe she was just trying to butter him up, make him lower his guard, keep herself in his good graces- it didn’t matter. No one else had ever so much as made the effort. Maybe deep down, a part of her viewed him as another cat on the street, something to be cooed over for a while. Maybe if she saw him on her balcony, peering into her apartment through the gap in her curtains, she would invite him in and let him have a place amongst the other strays rubbing against her ankles. That was too ridiculous a dream, and yet it was such a pleasant fantasy that he barely noticed the buzzing against his thigh. Tilting his head away from the now-warmed glass, Ray opened his messages, not even bothering to try and suppress the smile tugging at his lips as he saw it was from his star. What silly “meme” had she sent him this time?

Send me a video of you jerking off.

…that wasn’t a meme. He stared at the screen, willing the words to translate into a language he could understand because this wasn’t it. What… on earth could she…?

Why?

So I can send it TMZ /s

So I can watch it. Obviously.

Maybe she thought that made sense, but no- it really didn’t.

Why would you want to watch something like that?

Thank god for texting, because he would not have been able to keep his voice from breaking if he’d spoken.

I’ve watched the video I took too many times. It’s getting stale. I need something new.

Too many times… so she had been watching it. And now she “needed something new”? Was she…? Ray all but threw himself away from the balcony door out of sheer instinct, fearfully staring at the backs of his shaking hands, examining every pore for the tell-tale sign of that horrible glow… Usually, the only thing that resulted in a surge of heat that strong was his birth ability triggering, but… no… His skin remained as dull as ever, and lifting his hands to his eyes, he didn’t see any light reflected back. So his racing heart and quickened breaths and the stiffness rising between his legs were all natural, then.

‘God, you are going to be the death of me, Star…’

It was dangerous, downright stupid, to send a known villain yet more incriminating evidence, but the thought of her watching him as she fingered herself, using him to get off, was too intoxicating to think straight. Settling himself back in front of the curtain gap, he pulled the waistband of his sweats down just enough to free his quickly hardening dick. The videos he took on his phone (evidence of completed missions) always had massive file sizes, so he would just film the climax. As he peeked into the apartment, he could see the back of her head over the back of the sofa, the TV's glare shining through the ends of her curls like a halo.

Given what he knew from months of observation, she probably wasn’t even looking at it, staring at her phone instead. Maybe… watching that video again, fingers working over her clit but unable to reach her peak because she’d built up a tolerance watching the same motions, hearing the same heavy breaths and groans… Did she replay certain parts? Were there close-up shots? Ray brought the neck of his sweater between his teeth to muffle his panting, but it did nothing for the lewd squelching as pre-cum dribbled between his fingers and dripped onto the poured cement between his thighs. For a moment, he imagined what it'd feel like to have Maddie’s hands working his shaft, her hands so much smaller than his, and probably softer too, but just as quickly, his mind axed that notion.

Binary Star’d had no shortage of eager fans of all genders and persuasions offering to pleasure him in whatever way he saw fit, but when given more exclusive access to the number one hero than anyone else in the world, his star had simply demanded he touch himself. For her pleasure. A far more vivid fantasy was conjured, of those curtains pulling back and Maddie standing just on the other side of the glass, looking down at him, not in shock or disgust but… reserved expectation. Head tilted curiously to the side, waiting to see if he would impress her with his pitiful display of devotion.

He was grateful he could hear the TV from out here, because if it had been any quieter, she surely would’ve heard his choked moan in there. Tightening his grip, his tempo swung from languid strokes up and down the length of his shaft, to short, rapid jerking focused on his glans, the only variance coming when his hips bucked of their own accord, throwing off his rhythm. He could already feel his balls drawing up, and as he pressed his thumb against his leaking slit, his clean hand fumbled for his phone, haphazardly pulling up the camera. The orange haze of light pollution provided just enough light for his pallid skin to show up against the dark- a small miracle because the light from the flash would have definitely been noticed.

Making sure his dick was in focus, he tapped ‘record’, moaning and panting just a little more freely as he squeezed his deeply flushed tip. As the pleasure crescendoed, his head fell back and he had to bite his lip to keep from moaning a name that he still wasn’t supposed to know. The wet splattering of his cum hitting the glass with force sent another jolt of arousal up his dick and throughout his nervous system and he continued stroking until the over-stimulation began to lean towards painful. Breathing hard, he looked down at the mess he had made, angling the camera up slightly to better capture the milky streaks running down the glass.

“Hope this ends up being as good for you as it was for me,” he muttered, his words a rumble deep in his chest. He couldn’t stop the smile curling his lips as he wiped the cum on his hand off on the glass. “Enjoy, Bard~”

(Dividers by @anitalenia )

[yuri-is-online]

Another Beautiful Day (First Years x Yuu)

(gif taken from google, originally uploaded to tumblr but user apparently deleted)

You have been having strange dreams lately. Every time you go to sleep you se the same set of flashing images, a carriage ride, a crumbling castle under a ink stained sky, ending in the jaws of a monster. The pain you feel from the flames makes you wonder, on nights when you are alone in Ramshackle with Grim, if those dreams are less fiction and more of a memory.

You are not the only one who has those dreams. There's another, laying awake in his bed, hand clutched tightly over his frantically beating heart trying desperately to hold the fraying edges of his sanity together. How many times has he done this? How many times has he tried to hold onto the last fleeting traces of warmth in you with his cold, unworthy hands.

Again. He loves you, that is the one thing that refuses to change no matter how many times the world is reset. He loves you, he has no choice but to try again.

notes: they/them pronouns used for Yuu, hurt almost no comfort, borderline yandere behavior. If this made you feel something you can check out the other parts on my masterlist.

Ace

There was, perhaps still is, a pretty viral theory about Ace being a traitor involved in resetting time. While I can't ever see Ace purposefully causing Yuu's death ever, I can see him deciding that if he has to play the villain to get the outcome that he wants, well then, that's just what he's going to have to do. Ace knows how to annoy people, comes with the youngest child territory, more specifically he knows how to annoy you. He can stand having no one if it means everyone's focus is on keeping you safe, it's easier to admit that he loves you when no one's around to hear it. It occurs to you that he might, it even crosses your mind that the strange dreams your time-loop troubled subconscious is so desperate to hang onto, ones where you are with someone you love dearly, could be about him. How else would he know how to push all your buttons, why else does he always know when and where you'll be in trouble. If Ace doesn't love you, why does he know all the things you like about this world before you do? It's a painful thing to be known, even more so if the person who knows you refuses to let themselves be vulnerable with you. The more things change the more they stay the same... huh?

Deuce

Ever watched Tokyo Revenges? I know some of you have, I can see you. Anyway Deuce might not be a crybaby but he is loyal, determined, and stuck on desperately trying to save you. Well not just you, Deuce realizes that Overblot Grim spells doom for a lot more people that just those inside NRC. Sage's island might be remote, but people still live there, if the monster got out who knows what sort of damage it will do? He tries his best to be normal around you, to befriend you and protect you in just the same way he did before, but he's a much more serious and moody person than he was the first loop around. How is he supposed to explain to you he couldn't save you, that he's watched you die countless times and only had ashes to hold and cry over? Not just you either, he's seen Ace and Epel and Jack, hell even Sebek, Die over and over again because he wasn't smart enough to stop it. Ace manages to pick up on something being wrong, and Deuce being Deuce he fails to lie properly, "dragging him into his mess." But he can tell Ace doesn't mind. He takes his impending doom as a challenge, encouraging Deuce to do so as well. He's stupid, he should just give up and let someone smarter save you. But he's your stupid, kind of crybaby hero. He'll save you, just you see.

Jack

Trying to save you is as much an instinct to Jack as it is raw emotion. You are his soulmate, there is nothing casual about his investment in your relationship, nothing short of divine intervention that will keep him from trying to save you. But he will admit he feels rather unprepared for this... development. It's all well and good to say you will break reality before he lets it take you from him, but actually being strong enough to do that? Jack's a good boy, but no matter how smart he is he's a bit of a muscle head. He throws himself into problems fist first, without any back up unless someone yanks him by the scruff and forces him to look at it. Usually that's you, sometimes it's Ruggie or Leona, but in the past it was you. He knows he can't keep himself from you, even if that could make you safer. Unlike the first timeline, he makes sure to introduce himself as early as possible, makes sure to be with you for every overblot. You might find it annoying but he'll push you to train just enough so that you'll have the speed to run when the final monster comes. Maybe this time, he'll be strong enough to kill it before it catches up to you.

Epel

Sleep Kiss cannot put you to sleep forever. Yet. Yes yet, Malleus isn't the only one who thinks letting you nap forever is a good idea. Great minds think alike, and unlike Malleus's, Epel has an added bonus. He can encase you in a glass cage that is literally meant to protect you from anything that wants to hurt you. Not that you would ever expect this plan from Epel. He's cute, kind, non-threatening when you're paying attention, the most you see of his temper as the loops continue is the slightly bratty glare he focuses on pre-overblot housewardens. And the headmage, but hey any anger at him always gets a pass from him. Not that you need to worry about that, once Epel masters his spell you won't have to worry about anything. He does wonder if you'll be able to dream, the first time he cast his spell on you it was like you didn't realize anything had happened at all. Maybe he won't tell you anything, maybe he'll wake you up every once and a while to convince you that you were never asleep at all. But that's not a concern for now, all you need to do is close your eyes and sleep. Sleep and wait for your Prince to return from the war.

Sebek

Following the current timeline, events aside, Sebek is on the outside of your friend group. No one likes him, he can't sit with you. The only real reason Sebek has to pay attention to you is because Malleus does. And he has to admit he doesn't exactly hate what he sees, he just- doesn't want to give credit to a human. When time is re-set though, he goes out of his way to befriend you, convinced he needs to keep an eye on you to save his lord. After all, how could he not find it suspicious that Malleus befriends some random human from not-Twisted Wonderland and then suddenly overblots? He is ready to strike at the first sign of betrayal, but he does not find it. He finds a human, weak and flawed, but paitent and kind with him, unwilling to let him talk down to them but still willing to talk. You die, but you never stop trying. You refuse to let the flaws he picks at stop you from trying to live. You refuse, no matter how many times he yells about the amount of times he has lost his lord, lost you, to let him do all the work alone. There is beauty in your struggle, in your life. He can't betray this for his lord, even if it was the cause of his plight. It's Silver he turns to for help, begging him for guidance through tears as he desperately clings to you. He finds it of course, he never had to do any of this alone, but he should know by now that doesn't guarantee success, no matter how much he wants it to.

[goatunderthebridge]

eating your stz headcanons for breakfast btw do you have any for goshiki

hehe thank you!! I love Goshiki so here's some for our best boy:

Goshiki thoroughly believes that he's in some desperate, forbidden love story with Koganegawa. No matter how many times Kogane tells him they don't have to sneak around or hide on their dates lest they run into someone they know, Goshiki is adamant that it's forbidden for them to date across teams and absolutely no one can know. The thing is: both teams know. They've been knew. Neither of them are as subtle as they think they are. And nobody cares. One time, Tendou asks how his boyfriend is and Goshiki splutters and coughs and just. runs away. Tendou just thinks it's because he's too shy to go on a double date with him and Ushijima yet.

Goshiki can't stand bugs. He gets very tense and refuses to move if he sees one, especially if one unexpectedly crawls onto him.

When he can't sleep at night or he gets homesick, he listens to voice recordings from his friends and family. He'll swear up and down that he doesn't care about the recordings to the challenge of no one, but he loves them.

I kinda see him as neurotypical whilst Ushijima is neurodivergent (not set in stone for either! although autistic Ushijima is very much canon in my heart), and I think that makes for some very funny interactions when he copies things Ushijima does without really questioning how it might appear to others, thereby deviating from the 'normal' way of doing things. e.g., he saw Ushijima tie his shoes in a way that appeared super cool and absolutely must be essential to being a successful ace but. it's just Ushijima tying his shoes the same way he learned when he was a kid and Never strayed from. or Goshiki purposefully shaking his body like a dog before matches to get rid of nervous energy, copied from an Ushijima who gets so excited before matches that he physically can't contain it and it'll come out in little, short body-shakes without realising.

Goshiki loves doodling. He'll concentrate during class fastidiously but sometimes, particularly when doing homework, he'll keep a spare piece of paper close to him to doodle on. He is very good at drawing little flowers and animals. He tries to hide this until the others see it's comforting for him and regularly give him spare paper and pens to doodle with or offer their hands/arms/skin without needing to be asked. Shirabu likes his forearms done, Taichi his hands, Ushijima doesn't mind a finger done, Leon his hands/arms, Yamagata his neck, Semi expresses he's too cool for doodles and they will ruin his 'image' (yet you will still see him sport little flowers and dogs on his arms), and Tendou will practically strip to have any place done. The weirdest Goshiki did for him (and refused to do again despite Tendou's complaining) was a meadow across his stomach.

He had a pet dog growing up and he misses it so badly whilst at school. It tops his list of things to do the minute he has a spare moment, foregoing video calls with Kogane in favour of his dog (Kogane knows his place and has long since accepted it).

[estrellamorningstar]

Adrenaline [Part 9]

Warning: Smut, NSFW, 18+

Summary: Celeste meets The Mastermind for the second time.

Word Count: 4177

          The Trickster comes through the door of the Main Building grinning from ear to ear. The bet he had made with Legion has turned into easy Bloodpoints. He makes his way through the gate that separates the Main Building from the Killer camp. The difference between the Killer and Survivor sides is like night and day. Where the Survivors spend their time in a place that looks like a summer camp for adults, the Killers get to enjoy their free time in what looks like a luxurious holiday resort by a clear blue lake. Each one of them have their own apartment and the shared space has an artificial hot spring in the middle of the courtyard that opens up to the sky in a triangle shape. There are two lounges and a kitchen on the bottom floor of the building that envelops the spring. 

         Killers usually gather in the lounge with the bar and TV to find out who's going up for the Trial that night. Otherwise they spend time in the other lounge that has yet another bar. The room is reminiscent of a mini casino, but without the glamor. There are a couple of pool tables, decks of cards, plenty of sources for entertainment, and comfortable, oversized sofas. 

          The Trickster walks through the main door of the building, which leads to the entrance hall. There are three doors - the two smaller ones lead to stairwells on either side and the bigger door opens up to an enormous kitchen and dining room. The Killer crosses the middle of the room to the door that leads to the hot spring. It's a short-cut towards the lounge where loud music is coming from. Wondering if he had managed to set the record for the fastest Trial this month and humming some song from his past to himself,  he doesn't notice that he's not alone until the air gets knocked out of his lungs and he feels a sharp object pressing against his throat, not leaving him much space for movement.

          The Trickster takes a deep, painful breath, trying to focus his eyes on his attacker, but what he's met with are two fiery eyes that cause the air to leave his lungs once more. Wesker is rarely seen, apart from when the killers make a decision on who is getting to kill that night, he certainly doesn't bother with meager dramas. 

     ''You are pathetic,'' the first words that leave Wesker's mouth are filled with disdain. What Trickster now realizes to be a knife digs deeper into his throat, not quite cutting the skin yet, but he certainly does not dare to swallow. 

     ''I told you to keep her running. Cause her to make mistakes so she can learn. Knocking her down and keeping her down is pathetic.'' Wesker flips the knife in his hand so that he's holding the hilt of it in his fist, pointing the sharp tip of it at Trickster, who jumps in fright as the knife purposefully misses its target and penetrates the wooden wall The Trickster's being held up against, cutting his ear just slightly. He laughs in relief and the smug look he's usually sporting returns to Trickster's face like it never left. 

     ''You can't control what I do in Trials,'' he rebuts, raising his eyebrow in what he thinks is a challenging way, but to Wesker he sounds like he's questioning himself . Wesker simply laughs at his words, as if he just heard the funniest thing, but the laugh never reaches his eyes. For a moment it looks like he's about to say something, but another wicked grin finds his lips warning The Trickster to what's about to happen. The Trickster has no time to translate the wickedness behind Wesker's eyes or smile because a hard fist meets his cheek without another warning. He collapses and tries to cover his face before Wesker can hit him again, but Wesker picks him up and holds him still against the wall because Trickster is uncapable of holding his own body upright. 

     ''It's easier to just take you out of the Trials for a while, you worthless, moronic maniac.'' Wesker doesn't give Trickster a chance to protest and his world turns black. 

          An announcement can be heard throughout the Killer camp, the loudspeakers reaching even the darkest corners of the building: 

     ''The Trickster is not likely to return to the Trials until the next month.''

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                    Celeste wakes up in her bed with almost no recollection of last night. The birds are singing outside her window and the sun is reflecting in the mirror, hitting her eyes in such a way it's almost painful. She feels exhausted, but as events begin to unfold in her mind she realizes that a long hot shower is overdue. As the water runs down her body she tries to remember how exactly she got back to her room. She knows that it took her much longer to get out of the simulation, even longer than it did with Ghostie. Then she remembers the sharp pain of dozens of fine blades tearing her skin open. Celeste shakes her head as if to try and shake the unpleasant thought out of her head. She also remembers waking up and having to drink substantially more of Sunshine than she wanted to, but the nurse wouldn't let her go unless she downed it all. 

          Celeste struggles to remember what happened between then and waking up. After getting dressed she finally makes it downstairs to get pleasantly surprised by the smell of something delicious. She finds the kitchen area empty, the sound of something simmering on the stove is drowned out by the laughter and chatter coming from outside. She walks over to the big pot and lifts the lid. Her tastebuds let themselves to be known as her mouth fills with saliva. The most perfectly wrapped tamales are simmering in the huge pot, the smell of them makes her realize just how hungry she is. Celeste replaces the lid and turns to get some coffee and lives through a déjà vu when she faces Carlos. One look at him and she realizes just how hungry she really is. 

          Like a well rehearsed dance their lips meet in a tight kiss, Carlos's fingers get entangled in her hair, a slight flashback of previous night replays in Celeste's mind and she breaks their kiss. Carlos's eyes turn to her lips looking like a thirsty man who has a cold glass of water right in front of him.

     ''Were you.. in my bed last night?'' Carlos's hands slide from her hair down to her waist, he holds her still as if he's worried that she will run away. He nods and a naughty grin appears in the corners of his mouth. 

     ''You could barely walk from the Main, so I had to help you to your bed,'' he explains, as he removes a hair strand from her eyes. She feels like she's been punched in her gut, how could she have missed out on being present for the one thing she'd been looking forward to the most? The feeling of regret gets replaced with disgust, had Carlos... used her? But before she can get any more ideas in her head Carlos continues. 

     ''I just stayed with you and we cuddled.. in spite of your demands,'' his smile becomes rather suggestive as he says that. Celeste feels blood warm her chest and cheeks, wondering what exactly she was demanding, fully knowing the answer already.

     ''And we only.. cuddled?''  Carlos nods and holds her head in his hands once more, examining her face with fascination. 

     ''Those big, innocent eyes of yours could fool me if I hadn't heard your deepest desires,'' Carlos's voice turns to a low whisper, each word making Celeste wish she had been conscious.       ''I would be honored to fulfill them, but you have to eat,'' he nods towards the simmering pot. Celeste bites her lip subtly, hunger for food is not present in her world right now. She looks impatiently at Carlos's lips, but he denies her the pleasure and in one elegant move twirls her on the spot and holding her waist from behind leads her to one of the high chairs.

          Celeste watches Carlos plate up the food, wondering if she has seen a sexier sight than this immorally sexy man preparing food. It doesn't help that his T-shirt seems tighter than ever, emphasizing his muscly back. She is determined to finish her food quickly and continue from where her unconscious self left off. 

          Carlos places a plate of hot tamales in front of her and unwraps one of them. He scoops a bitesize piece on a fork and leans over the counter hovering the fork in front of Celeste's lips. A wicked wink makes Celeste melt in front of him as he utters: ''Open wide,'' fully knowing that the intent behind those words will have a completely different meaning the moment she can get her hands on him. But for a moment Celeste gets disconnected from the horny part of her brain as pure pleasure of flavor and texture activates something in her that she only had experienced when she first fell in love with baking. 

     ''You had us worried last night, Cielo,'' Carlos places both of his hands on the bar that separates the two of them, holding himself still and watches Celeste eat, each bite she takes brings a new wave of pleasure to her tastebuds. 

      ''I don't remember anything, the dose of Sunshine they gave me must have been very potent,'' Celeste tries hard to remember anything, but apart from what she remembers and what Carlos has told her, she can't find any answers. 

     ''They kept you in the simulation until the sun was almost up. They usually keep Survivors in after Moris, but after Ghostie they thought it better to take it slow I guess. Doesn't explain the extra dose of Sunshine,'' he mutters to himself, deep in thought. Celeste doesn't like where this is going. Kate had already told her that Moris shouldn't really feel much different than sacrifices. According to her, the moment the Killer is done, the simulation counts it as a death and the procedure usually is to keep the simulation running a little longer, but only to gather any extra data. The door behind Celeste opens and wakes her up from her thoughts as laughter and music fill the kitchen for a brief moment. 

     ''There you are,'' a loud shriek makes Celeste jump and two skinny arms hug her from behind. Speak of the devil. ''I was so worried about you! Thankfully Carlos stayed up until you came through the gate, he helped me to get you to bed.'' 

     ''I feel fine, Katie,'' Celeste turns to her friend and smiles reassuringly. ''I just lost a whole night, I guess, but it was probably the least interrupted sleep I've had in ages.'' 

     ''I know you are tough, but something is strange about this, nobody has ever reacted to Sunshine the way you did,'' Kate picks up a tamale with her hands and takes a bite, her eyes widening in disbelief. 

     ''You're cooking for us every day, Carlos,'' she devours the whole tamale so quickly it might as well not have existed. Celeste finds a hungry Kate cute and funny at the same time, and for a brief moment between all the emotions she's feeling, Celeste finds joy to be the most overpowering one at this very moment. 

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          As much as Celeste wished she could have had Carlos all to herself, the three of them spent some time discussing the events of the previous night. The smell of tamales attract a bunch of people and by the time she gets to break away from hundreds of questions Celeste has to get ready for the pre-Trial gathering. Carlos follows her upstairs and the moment she closes the door to her room, she doesn't care to find out what happens if you miss out on voting. But Carlos is once again the voice of reason, although Celeste feels that she is getting closer to breaking his strong will and get him to slip up on the rules of the camp. 

          Her hands are running through his hair and the kiss they're sharing right now is far from the first kiss they had, which was still amazing, but it felt more like an undiscovered territory to be explored. What they are doing right now is practically fucking, raw and filled with sinful passion. Celeste sucks his lip in between her lips and bites it gently, drawing a moan that she's been longing to hear for days. His hands fist her hair and pull her slightly away,  as Carlos attacks her mouth with a skillful tongue, reminding her where that tongue has been before.

          Carlos pushes her against the door that she just closed and her legs are around his waist before she even feels the hard wood against her back. She condemns the people who created jeans and swears to herself to throw out anything that isn't a skirt. But she can still feel just how excited Carlos has become, his crotch pressed tightly against her. He pushes into her, causing a desperate whimper escape her lips, Carlos seems to forget about time for a short while, his breathing is deep and uncontrolled,  grinding into her steadily, he's squeezing her ass and pulling her into his hips, he's using his tongue to demonstrate just what he has on mind.

          She wishes this could go on forever, but with less clothes. What she has felt under those damned clothes, that he hasn't taken off and that she so desperately wants to see on the floor, is driving her crazy. Their wild escape is brought back to earth with a strong knock somewhere behind Celeste's head. Carlos let's out a disappointing groan, but doesn't stop the momentum of his tongue until there is another knock.

     ''Celly, are you ready?'' Kate's voice follows another loud knock.

     ''Two seconds, Katie,'' Celeste sighs and looks in the mirror, her hair is disheveled and her blouse is partially open, she puts her hair up in a bun and buttons up her blouse, noticing Carlos watching her, looking like he usually does, his hair is always wild anyway, but when she reaches his eyes she realizes that whenever they're left alone next Carlos is not going to hold back, the look in his eyes says it all. 

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          The Trial begins and the first thing Celeste notices is the metallic chest. She listens out for zombies, but doesn't seem to hear any. Before the trial Celeste was given another parcel, this time she's wearing an off shoulder long, black, silky dress, with the longest slit on her left leg. The boots she was given are the polar opposite of the material touching her completely bare skin, they're tall leather boots with laces that took her ages to figure out, the nurse had to help. She was told to leave her hair down. 

          Her heart is racing already, but she's not sure if it's anticipation or fear. She crouches and tries to place herself in her surroundings. She finds herself in the car wreckage park, surrounded by metal and many possibilities to hide. She's not even looking for a gen, she is morbidly curious to reassure herself that her Killer is indeed Wesker. She is so ready for him, she hasn't had a chance to blind a Killer by herself or to outrun any serious pursuers, but she has been thinking about this moment more often than she wants to admit. 

         As Celeste slowly makes her way from one pile of cars to the other, she notices Laurie and Feng working on one gen and there is another gen getting worked on in a distance. Carlos is the fourth Survivor, but Celeste wants to face Wesker alone. By the time the first gen gets finished there is still no sign of Wesker. Celeste decides to make her way to Carlos because he has a torch for her. But when she reaches the gen he's supposed to be working on there is no sign of him. 

          She crouches immediately, wondering if he has seen Wesker, her heartbeat is hard in her chest, but it doesn't seem to be the warning one usually gets when in the Trial. She slowly walks towards the garage, but as she passes another pile of crushed cars her chest starts to get tight. Before Celeste can locate the Killer, she gets dragged sideways and finds herself in the locker she was walking past. 

          Carlos's lips crash against hers, surprisingly the simulation allows her to feel everything as it would in real life, only the prominent danger makes it somewhat more enjoyable. He looks at what she's wearing and raises his eyebrow, but before she can say anything, Carlos puts something in her hands and leaves the locker.

     ''Focus on gens, Cielo, use that to get a head start if he finds you. I will try to keep him distracted,'' Carlos looks behind him and stalks off toward the garage. Celeste examines the object in her hand, it's a Flashbang, she has used it once when Leon gave it to her, but she failed miserably by blinding herself and running right into The Hillbilly's chainsaw in panic. 

          She slowly gets out of the locker and walks off towards where Carlos disappeared. She makes sure to note any pallets or windows that she could use in her escape. The garage seems to be empty, even though the pressure she's feeling is quite strong. As she turns to go back the way she came she finally faces her hunter. 

          Both of them stand facing each other, a counter separating them, they're frozen for a moment, taking in each other's presence. Celeste had forgotten just how broad and tall he is, the permanent grin on his face is even wider now, as if he'd been waiting for this moment, or is she imagining it? He takes his glasses off, and his eyes practically devour her body in the dress, a similar look she had seen in Carlos's eyes before, but this is more raw, more wicked and more dangerous. Her skin breaks out in goosebumps that she is sure isn't from the cold air, her nipples painfully reminding her that she isn't wearing a bra, she resists wrapping her arms around her, she can't show how vulnerable she's feeling.

    ''Have you learnt to enjoy the thrill of a good chase, kitten?'' Wesker chuckles and puts his glasses back on. He lifts his left hand and the terrifying tentacle starts forming somewhere under the long leather sleeve. Celeste takes that as a sign and once Wesker starts moving to his left, she moves to her left, around the counter and through the window. She runs around the garage, waiting for Wesker to use his super speed to catch up with her, but he keeps following her at a steady pace, remind her of a tiger who's stalking its prey. 

          Celeste doesn't take her chances and makes her way to another formation of car carcasses, the chase has given her such a dose of adrenaline she has to really focus on where she's going, she's on the verge of panic already. She vaults over a bunch of tires that put her at an advantage. There is a wall of cars in an L shape and the only way for Wesker to get to her is over the tires or to go around the cars. Celeste keeps moving away from Wesker, but turns her head to watch him, just to know which way he decides to go. 

          What Wesker does takes her by surprise, where other Killers take their time to climb over barriers, Wesker manages to vault across it as if there was no obstacle in the first place, but it also puts him much closer to her than she expected. Celeste doesn't wait around and makes a sharp turn to the left, hoping to loop around him and maybe lose him in the labyrinth of cars, she knows for certain that if she wants to escape him, she has to either put as much distance between them or make a lucky turn and lose him that way. 

          She can sense Wesker on her heels, practically touching her, but a pallet makes itself known right in front of her and just as Wesker's about to charge his attack she manages to stun him with the pallet in such a perfect way that she might as well have planned it. She looks back at her pursuer, but Wesker seems unfazed, to her surprise he laughs, as if her desperate attempt to escape him is amusing to him. Wesker breaks the pallet, not taking his eyes off her. 

     ''Keep going, kitten, you will get tired soon enough,'' Wesker prepares his attack again, Carlos had told her that when the tentacle is visible on his left arm, that's when he's getting ready to attack, and it is a quick attack. She knows to look out for that, but she can tell that the adrenaline that is surging through her body will make her slip up. 

          She keeps close to the cars and makes sharp turns, looping the same area several times, desperately hoping that her brain will switch to the mind of a prey and think on her feet. She never used to enjoy being chased, even as a kid in the playground, but she never had to prove anything before, right now she feels like her doubts will make her run right into the knife of her Killer like she's done so many times before. 

          She vaults some tires once more and sees the garage right in front of her, making up her mind and hoping to use the pallets she saw there to put more distance between herself and Wesker. It kind of works, but she can't help feeling that Wesker isn't really trying. There have been several times he could have cut her off, but he is still right behind her, she can hear his heavy coat brush against the ground. She gets to the entrance of the garage and makes a mistake of running through to the small room on the side, where she could have sworn used to be a door, but now she's stuck in a room with only one exit that is now currently taken up by the broad frame of Wesker. 

          Wesker leans against the door frame and watches her. Celeste is standing behind a car that separates her from her hunter, right by a pallet, waiting to see which way he will go. 

     ''Your training hasn't gone to waste I see,'' a devilish grin appears on his lips, followed by a low chuckle. 

     ''I've not had a chance to train, your henchmen have been after me without end,'' Celeste spits back at him, defensively. She hoped she could have escaped him or he would have hooked her quickly, she is too tired for these games, even though at the back of her mind she knows that she wants to be seen by him, acknowledged by him. 

     ''And yet you have improved,'' Wesker takes a steps into the room, filling the small space with his presence. ''I told you I will make you my favorite plaything and today you have made me proud.''

Celeste can feel her cheeks get hot, imagining getting praised by Wesker and actually being praised by Wesker are incomparable. She feels like she doesn't deserve the praise though, she's stuck in a corner, waiting for the predator to pounce. Strangely though the adrenaline makes Celeste feel excited, she knows she won't escape him, but challenging him makes her feel.. rebellious. Although, Celeste isn't quite sure if her time in the simulation has twisted her mind to the point that a punishment sounds just as good as a reward, as long as it's dealt by Wesker's hand. She feels her cheeks flush even more, wondering how she can feel horny at a time like this. 

          Wesker must have noticed the change in her color, because that devilish grin has turned to a knowing one. He stands tall and with his arms behind his back, slowly pacing in front of the door, still watching her. Somewhere in the distance a gen gets finished and almost simultaneously another one starts up somewhere just outside the garage, but it doesn't seem to bother Wesker. He leans against the hood of the car, his arms crossed in front of him.

     ''I want you to show me what else you're capable of, Celeste,''  he turns his gaze back to her.

''I will give you a head-start, but once I catch you, there will be no mercy.'' 

[pridepoisoned]

As soon as she steps foot into the futuristic elevator, ERIS EVANS is quickly adjusting to Aether's social climate, carefully selecting the perfect face to wear in front of the reigning president. Judging by the front desk's frosty, formalized attitude, it's already become clear to the Devon envoy that there will be little time for idle nonsense or small talk once Lusamine's arena is entered. (After all, organizational culture reflects leadership, and vice versa. As expected, Lusamine runs a tight operation.)

The offices of leaders are often purposefully designed to disorient, intimidate, and/or awe wandering newcomers, and President Delacroix's is no exception to the rule. Her sleek space is immaculately kept, almost too clean to the point of sterility, sunlight refracting off the blindingly-white décor. As Eris enters through the doors, she allows herself a short breath before refocusing, nodding appreciatively towards Lusamine's silent attendants, her mask and general demeanor radiating an approachable warmth.

By now, Eris thrives within these high-pressure situations, having played the 'game' over and over again since her Devon ascendency. The process is comfortably predictable by now: she's stepped into many eccentric lairs, knelt before many thrones, and flattered countless oversized egos to satisfy Devon's (and, more importantly, her own) objectives. Despite Aether's impressive presentation thus far, Eris is fully prepared for more of the same...

...and then she and Lusamine lock eyes.

One can learn so much through simple observation, and both powerful women have clearly taken that lesson to heart, immediately pushing past those meaningless smiles to study any quirks, qualities, or cracks within the other. Eris's amethyst hues meet cold, calculating emerald, and--as the researcher digs unsuccessfully for any stray emotions to sink her claws into--Lusamine's analytic gaze seems to pierce her in return, threatening to glimpse the insatiable hunger rumbling just beneath the mask. The shared stare-down is scientific, yet oddly feral, two predators sizing the other up before sharing prey. Or tearing out each other's throats.

An excited shiver runs up Eris's spine. From first glance, Lusamine appears both terrifying and capable, her domain containing no shadows to hide behind. A challenge. This should be very interesting--let's see where it goes...

The moment of silence is fleeting, yet so much has already been said.

"Thank you for seeing me, President Delacroix," Eris replies with that well-maintained smile, graciously accepting Lusamine's invitation and taking a seat, the Alolan sunlight glittering off her glasses as she offers a humbled nod. (A quick mental note is also taken: general directness would probably serve her best today.)

"Devon hired me as an energy scientist in the reorganization that followed the Delta incident seven years ago. I trust you are familiar?" she offers, seemingly unbothered by her mention of the Corporation's most infamous fumble. Even today, Devon's top brass frantically tries to hush up any talk of the otherworldly mistake, but Eris has always maintained a casual attitude when discussing the fallout. It happened. Everyone knows the broader story by now. C'est la vie. She sighs and moves on.

"It has been difficult to replace the talent that Devon lost in the fallout since then. And difficult to regain the trust of the Corporation's allies and the public. The board is desperate to get back to the way things were, but--in my mind--returning to a past equilibrium is so short-sighted. Why not set our sights higher, evolving for the future?"

Eris pauses to gauge Lusamine's reaction, and for a fleeting moment, her eyes glitter excitedly with ambition, that urgent, unchecked hunger for more.

"I, along with other forward-thinkers, know that Devon has the resources and reach to offer so much more, especially if we keep an open mind towards new possibilities. We've reinvested into clean energy research, new technological innovations, and our influence in the Hoenn region remains second to none." (She leans forward slightly.) "However, collaboration is so important for continued relevance in this world. That's why I'm here today: to drag our reclusive giant out of the shadows before you, so you finally can see what we have to offer. I think our goals align, and I hope you will consider a future where we work together."

And with that, Eris's initial pitch is complete with her usual confident flair, no time wasted. There's an art to this game, a certain way to hold one's cards--but Lusamine has enough threads to pull at should she choose to do so. Eris momentarily allows her gaze to flicker past the President, out towards the sparkling waters framed in the window.

"...You keep such an excellent facility here," she remarks wistfully, intentionally, attention refocusing with a warm look. "What was his name--Mr. Sauvageau...he gave me such a detailed tour when I first visited. Excellent accommodations and fascinating research..."

Visitors always stuck out at the Aether Paradise, painted in its clinical, monochrome shades. Among an artificial sea of whites and blacks, only the golden trident of the foundation broke up the perpetual neutrality. Drenched in the bright lights above, there was no corner of the island and it's facilities, left in the dark. Without any shadowy corners or metaphorical stones to hide beneath, guests were discouraged from wandering off guided paths, and employees knew better than to slack off on duty.

When purple hair cuts through all of the white, the front desk assistant lifts her head to attention; yes, she had been informed that Madame President was expecting company, but not from someone so. . .

--Mh. It is best that she keep her opinions to herself. Even if the choice in hair color was less than professional, in her eyes. The woman nods, eyes turning downward, fingers tapping away rapidly at a keyboard, before a button is pressed to reach the presidential office upstairs.

"Madame President," a pause, just to double-check the name that had appeared on the schedule, "Eris Evans is here, your 9 o' clock appointment."

Only a brief moment passes, before the Aether trident centered at the top of the elevator, situated just behind the desk, lights up, and a small alert signal is heard.

"The elevator will take you directly to President Delacroix's office," the assistant replies, eyes following Eris, always on guard, always suspicious of anybody that was permitted access to her boss.

...

Aether's relationship with Devon was lukewarm at best; the Hoennian corporation, despite commanding respect in all of its relevant sectors across the globe, had not been successful in reaching Lusamine Delacroix. Notoriously difficult to please, with a titanic list of expectations of her own, Lusamine operated with great distinction. Several years back, just as the Aqua and Magma factions had been toiling away in Hoenn's seas and soil, Devon had suffered losses in the stock market due to their incompetency with preventing the ecoterrorist organizations from impacting their work. Shareholders were displeased. Leadership was shuffled. These days, Devon was returning to it's once respectable roots-- but, Lusamine still refused to budge until she was able to speak to somebody with more competence than a Makuhita in a suit.

The doors to her office are opened. Two more assistance nod politely, and open one arm each to present Eris to the president. Lusamine smiles partially, nods to her associates, and then looks directly at the Devon representative. Even before she opens her mouth, Lusamine is already analyzing her guest, looking her over, and picking away at details in her mind.

"Miss Evans. It is a pleasure to have you, welcome to the Aether Paradise. Have a seat," Lusamine directs her, nodding her head in the direction of the white chair sat in front of her desk. Nearby, an Alolan Persian is curled up on the white carpet, soaking up the sun from the wall-to-floor length window behind the desk. His ear flicks at the sound of guests, and the feline grumbles.

"You come highly recommended by your superiors. How long have you been working for the Devon Corporation?"

Pleasantries are skipped over. Lusamine has no interest in that whatsoever.

[doodleodds]

Happy Valentines, Akira. Happy Valentines, Asshole.

If you can’t read what Akechi’s secondary inner-dialogue says cause I obscured it too much behind his regular dialogue, here’s a transcription in panel order: Hello, you fucking- Ah- Hello, Akira! Fuck off, why should I tell you- Just a soda- there’s a new flavor.

I don’t want your shitty gift. Oh- haha! You’re so sweet.

I hope I choke. They’re lovely, thank you.

Like hell. Likewise. There’s no way it’s just a coincidence. Still though, it’s a funny coincidence.

[icey--stars]

Stories To Be Told: PART 20

Series Index

A shadowsinger, a warrior, an Illyrian, that's what she was. Trained by one of the most formidable female warriors. Escaped the Illyrian camps and her clipping when she was barely sixteen and is now the holder of 6 siphons. What happens when she tries to sneak into the City of Starlight? And starts down a whole new road of chaos?

a/n: at last. AT LAST.

↢ 『 ☾ 』 ↣

“It’s beautiful,” Azriel hummed at my side. “It always is.”

I smiled a bit, not breaking my stare with the spirits flying across the sky, some dipping down low enough to hit a few standing unawares. “It is,” I agreed quietly.

“Just like you, you know?” Azriel commented, moving closer to bump his shoulder against mine. “More beautiful, if I really had to compare the two.”

I blushed, taken unaware by the sudden compliment– or was it flirting? I could never tell between the two. “Thank you,” I replied, not really knowing how to reply to that. That damned thread tugged again, harder this time, pulling me closer to Azriel.

“Blushing, are we?” I turned to look at him finally, seeing his eyes fixed solely on me now. I met those hazel eyes, trying my best to not turn away, embarrassed.

“Shut up,” I groaned, kicking him in his ankle. “You would be too.”

“Oh, would you like to test that angel?”

Where had his sudden burst of confidence and flirting come from? It's not like I didn’t like it, but it was odd. I rolled my eyes at him.

“Would you like to dance?” Azriel asked, stepping away to offer out his scarred hand in my direction. “I assure you I won’t step on your feet.”

I scoffed. “You’d better be prepared for me to step on yours purposefully then,” I challenged, placing my palm in his. Swiftly, he swept me away into a dance. Nesta’s dance lessons really did pay off. I wasn’t a stumbling newborn fawn. No, in fact, I was quite graceful when it came to the movements, the curves and the dips. Even the little spin that Azriel had me out to do. 

The shadows followed in suit, twirling. I even saw some of Azriel’s joining them, sometimes twisting around each other as if they were on the dance floor as well.

I spotted Mor and Emerie dancing as well, staring into each other’s eyes. I had a feeling that this little Starfall date might stem into more. And I was fully prepared to tease my sister about it until the end of time. Nesta, however, was an absolute raging lion on the dance floor. Cassian looked like he was barely keeping up, but he did a good job at not seeming that way. Nesta was skilled though, a wildfire in comparison to a flickering flame like me. If she tried to claim to not be the best of the best after tonight, I’d make sure she knew that she was the best.

“Cassian looks like he’s barely following along,” Azriel snorted, drawing my attention back to him.

I chuckled. “Yeah, he does. Nesta’s giving him a run for his life.”

I saw Rhys and Feyre also dancing out to the corner of my eye, the High Lord and High Lady. Ever so regal. I could tell Rhysand had more skill, but Feyre was definitely not far behind. I even spotted little Nyx dancing with Gwyn, and though he was still quite short, Gwyn was smiling warmly and giving him small pointers. Others danced together as well, all around us. And below, in the city. A true night of celebration. Dancing with lovers, twirling with the music, and drinking wine freely.

“You’re quite good at dancing,” Azriel hummed, leading us swiftly through a series of turns.

I smiled. “I have to say the same thing about you, Az,” I replied.

I saw him grin at something. “You called me Az,” he said, seeing my confusion.

I’d been calling him Az in my head for a while now, seeing as his friends used the nickname so often, but I’d never once called him that aloud. “I did,” I responded.

“I like it,” he hummed. “Now tell me what you were thinking staring at those spirits. Your eyes started to water.”

“You noticed?” I asked, remembering that feeling of stinging from my eyes.

“Of course I did angel. Is it something bad?”

“No, I was happy,” I answered, looking down at our feet which were still moving with the music. He threw me out into a spin and then when I returned, I finally explained. “I realized I belong here, at this place. A home, so to speak. With my sisters, with my friends, with you.”

“I’m glad,” he said softly, his palm across my shoulder gently rubbing there across the fabric. “Welcome home Y/N.”

I grinned at those words, feeling overwhelming joy stemming from it. The string tugged again. I recognized another few strands had been added, as it glowed with a golden sort of light, not illuminating the shadows at the other end of it, but brightening it considerably.

“Want to head up to a different balcony?” Azriel asked, pulling me in from the small of my back now. My face went red as I thought of his hands falling lower. Gods, I almost never had these thoughts. Never had time for them. I didn’t even normally blush at that sort of sentence in some smutty book!

I nodded mutely, glancing around at everyone. “Let me get some wine,” I said quickly. To down that damned thought with the warmth of alcohol.

He nodded. “I’ll come along.” His hands dropped, but one caught my hand, his forefinger and thumb squeezing the middle of my palm as he gently pulled me through the dancers and crowd of talking people.

“For the lady,” Azriel said regally as he handed me a glass of wine. I didn’t care what type. I immediately took a long sip, reveling in that heat it sent through me. Azriel picked up his own wine glass, tightening his hand around mine as we walked through the crowd again, heading for a set of stairs that led to a higher balcony, where the people were not currently heading. Our wings made it much easier to punch through the crowd, but also significantly harder, as every time I accidentally brushed against someone, or someone accidentally brushed against the membrane, it sent a wild bolt of adrenaline racing through me.

But Az looked to have noticed, as he opened up his larger wing, circling it around me and blocking some of the touches that came. I smiled into my wine, grateful for his keen eye, even if it noticed when my eyes watered.

Up the stairs and onto the balcony, it was much quieter. The spirits still raced across the sky above. I distantly thought about flying up there with them, and following them to see where they go on their migration.

“Did you miss it? In the Winter Court with Rainne?” Az asked, standing so close to me as I leaned down against the edge of the balcony, glancing over the edge at the steep cliff below.

“Impossibly much. I missed it so much I almost flew here just for the night,” I admitted, smiling up at the stars. “Starfall is the time of the year I feel the most free.”

“Me too,” Azriel admitted, swirling his wine around in the glass. He’d already drinken half of it. I took another long sip, trying to effectively remove the nerves that had overcome me when Azriel had grabbed my hand so tightly, or shielded me with his wing. It didn’t remove the feelings. If anything, the alcohol made them worse. Made them into… affection. For the male beside me. A form of love. More than just a friendship, or a sibling, or any sort of family.

“Have you ever loved someone Y/N?” Azriel asked, surprising me at the sudden question.

I swallowed my wine, letting out a sigh. “If you mean like a lover or something… no. I haven’t. I thought I felt something like that sometimes, but it was a rarity, and usually faded quickly.”

“Have you ever thought about your mate?”

“My mate?” I repeated, looking over at him for confirmation. He smiled, dipping his head to prompt me. I glanced down at the cliff face again, watching as the lights above swirled and raced across the rock. “I did, for a while. I don’t know much about the entire concept though. But the thought of it is nice. I wouldn’t mind meeting them someday.”

Azriel was smiling into his wine glass when I looked back at him, looking up at the spirits. Finally, he leaned down to the side to set the wine glass aside. I set mine on the balcony railing, as the stone was wide enough to balance it.

“If I did something really stupid right now, what would you think?” Azriel asked, turning to face me fully. His hand twitched at his side, as if he was nervous.

I lifted a brow. “Depends on what the stupid thing is. If it's killing someone, probably not, it’s Starfall, if it's jumping off the balcony, by all means.”

“What about kissing the most beautiful thing in the world right now?”

My eyes widened, shock coursing through me as thoughts buzzed through my mind too fast for me to read them properly. A mixture of feelings. He’d said before, when it came to Starfall or me, he’d choose me. And I knew for a fact, that Starfall was by far one of the most beautiful things in the world.

My eyes trailed down his face, catching on his lips for a moment before looking down at the ground. Yes, yes I would very much like to kiss him, I decided.

He was beautiful, he was beautiful. Scars and all. He was kind and caring as well. He knew me, and I knew him. Histories and lifestyles. If he decided to kiss me right here, that affection I felt towards him might very well just grow into more.

“I think there are stupider things right now,” I hummed, staring at our feet. Mine in heels, and his in dress shoes. Our wings that ended around our knees were also in my viewpoint, letting me admire the huge shadows that they cast on the ground.

His hand came to cup my jaw, pulling my head up to look at him in the eyes again. “Can I kiss you angel?”

I nodded, watching as he leaned down and forward, hovering just beyond my own lips, waiting for that final acceptance. I immediately leaned forward to connect us, looping my hand around the back of his neck. This wasn’t my first kiss, but it’d certainly never felt like this.

Lightning was coursing through my blood, just from the soft movements of our lips against each other. That damned thread tugged again. Hard. So much harder than before. And it brightened, brightened so bright that the shadows at the other end were illuminated, and blown away. And what I saw at the other end was Azriel. I leaned into the kiss more, feeling emotions that were not mine– nervousness, adoration and even a bit of lust– came barreling into me through that bond. Not too strong, I doubt I’d feel anything if I walked more than five feet, but it was there. 

When Azriel pulled away, still cupping my jaw with his hand gently, I gasped when that string suddenly pulled completely taunt, as if yanked by something.

“What, what the fuck-” I swore, clutching at my sternum as I stared into Azriel’s hazel eyes.

He smiled, almost sadly. “Angel, do you know what that thread is?”

I shook my head, sincerely hoping he had the answer, since he was at the other end of it.

“Promise to not run away?” He requested.

I scanned his eyes, searching for the truths behind them. The nervousness from the other end of that bond came stronger than before, causing that clutch of anxiety in my own stomach to attack me. “I promise,” I swore, letting my hand at the back of his neck, fall to his shoulder.

“It’s a mate bond,” Az whispered. “You’re my mate.”

I stared at him a few moments longer, silently processing the words. Mates with the Spymaster of the Night Court. Mates with Azriel. Mates with a male who cares. I also felt that pit of anxiety grow tenfold. What would this mean? I could easily fall in love with Azriel, after all, you already had, but what did it mean? To everything else? To everyone else? To him? To me?

“Y/N?” Azriel asked, uncertainty surfacing from the bond. “Are you alright?”

I nodded, swallowing.

“What do you think?”

I hesitated, closing my eyes a moment before reopening them. “I think I need a bit of time to think about things Az, but I’m not rejecting you. I just… need some thinking to be done. I think… I think I’ll accept the bond… but I really need to think about it.”

He nodded, pulling his hand away. I did the same with my hand. My entire array of instincts screamed to get closer and touch him again, if even just holding hands, but I ignored them, pushing the instincts down far beneath the surface. “Take as much time as you need. Do you need more space than you usually have? The same?”

“I think the same,” I hummed, trying not to be swept away into my mind’s wave of overwhelming thoughts just yet.

“Do you care about the flirting, like tonight?”

I chuckled, smiling a little. I saw a grin tug at his face as well. “I think that’s okay.”

He nodded. “You let me know, alright? I understand it's a big thing. Feyre spent almost a week away from Rhysand before choosing the bond. It wouldn’t be unusual to need time for thinking. Do you want to keep it a secret?”

“You can tell your brothers if you want, if you’re alright with me telling my sisters. But maybe keep it on the down low?”

Az nodded in understanding. “Of course. We’ll take everything as slow as you need. You’ve really never courted someone?”

“Never,” I admitted, turning back to the railing and my wine (which I immediately gulped down, unable to comprehend how the hell I was acting so calm in the moment and being able to talk clearly and put forth my opinions and thoughts.) “Anything that any sort of experience comes from is from romance books and a couple random kisses through the years, which never were anything more.”

“If you have questions- feel free to ask them.”

“Thank you,” I hummed, brushing my shoulder against his when he leaned back to look in the same direction as me– the horizon. “Now let’s just enjoy the night.”

“Agreed angel,” Azriel hummed.

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[writtenjewels]

Scene of Spice: Dar and Eric

Eric would have never purposefully planned his first date with Dar to be them listening to the infamous War of the Worlds radio drama. He just casually suggested Dar could come over “sometime” and the former captain had taken that to mean “tonight”. Eric was hardly complaining; it just made him get those first-date jitters he hadn't felt in years.

Dar poured them both a glass of the wine he brought over while Eric found the drama and put it into his sound system. They sat down together while listening to Orson Welles. It was honestly surreal listening to this dramatization after knowing for a fact that there were real aliens in the universe. Dar set down his wine glass and put an arm around Eric. The gesture made Eric smile and he leaned into it.

“You like this?” Dar asked in his ear.

“Maybe a little less than before,” Eric allowed.

“How does it end?”

“Keep listening,” Eric urged him. “We're almost to the intermission.”

And so Dar listened to the rest of the broadcast. When it was done, Eric switched off his sound system and watched the man for a response. Dar seemed to be processing it all in thoughtful silence.

“Very romantic, habibi,” he finally remarked. “Listening to the world ending.”

“You're the one who rushed over here,” Eric pointed out with a laugh.

“You said to come over,” Dar reasoned. He kissed Eric's cheek, his lips skimming along the bone to Eric's jaw. Eric tilted his head enough for Dar to kiss farther down. He went slowly, mouthing spots on Eric's neck until he had the other man trembling with growing desire. The kisses stopped at the collar of Eric's shirt.

Dar grunted at this, wasting no time in removing the short. Eric only had enough time to register the cool air on his bare skin before he was being pressed down against the couch cushions and Dar's lips were back on him. He couldn't help a little laugh even as his body heated at the attention.

“What is funny?” Dar asked him. His lips were getting closer to Eric's nipples and the blonde's heart kicked up an excited beat, guessing what was about to happen.

“Nothing. Just that making out on the couch is very first date. Though I didn't think listening to an alien invasion would do it for you.”

“No.” Dar pressed a kiss onto one of Eric's nipples. “No more aliens.”

Eric could very much get on-board with that. Especially when Dar's lips closed around his nub and started sucking, his tongue circling and flicking until it grew hard. He gave its twin the same treatment and then was back to Eric's mouth to steal what breath he had left. He could feel the heat pulsing through his body and whined against Dar's kiss. The other somehow understood and ran his hands over Eric's chest as they kissed. He tried shifting his left leg, restlessly squirming underneath the Iraqi.

Fingers got to his pants, opening them and pulling them past Eric's hips. He paused when he exposed where the prosthetic was strapped to Eric's limb. Delicately his fingers ran over the straps. His eyes flicked up to Eric's face.

“Is it all right?”

“Yes.” Eric swallowed and added: “You can take it off.”

Dar's expression softened; he could tell what it meant for Eric to allow this. The process was slow as Eric guided him through the steps. Once it was off, Dar gently cradled Eric's right thigh with his hand. Eric put his hands on Dar's shoulders to lift himself up; Dar took the cue and removed the remaining pant leg. The way Dar looked at him when Eric was down to his boxers had the blonde's heart racing.

“My bedroom is just back there,” Eric pointed. “If you think you can carry me all that way.”

Dar's eyes glinted at the challenge. He held Eric more firmly in his grip, the other man sliding his leg around Dar's waist. The last time he'd been carried around in any capacity was in the aftermath of his accident. Eric felt excitement this time, and a little amusement at how Dar tried to hurry his pace to get to the bedroom quicker. He settled Eric on the bed, leaving briefly to get the lube. Eric took this time to undress completely.

He got another searing look from Dar when the man returned with lube in hand. The man smirked at Eric, setting the lube on the bedside table. Eric reached for him and grabbed a handful of shirt.

[You are too dressed,] he scolded in Arabic.

[Then undress me, my darling,] Dar replied, dropping his voice.

Eric shifted around on the bed and started with Dar's shirt, pulling it up to reveal the man's scarred chest. He leaned in to kiss them, distractedly continuing to push the material out of his way. Eric would have liked really taking his time with those scars but he had other needs that were urging him on. He loosened Dar's pants, getting them and the man's underwear down enough to expose his crotch.

He wet his lips, getting a hand on Dar's cock. It was starting to rise a bit but wasn't fully hard yet. Eric closed his lips around the head and sucked. Dar let out a sharp gasp, hands diving into Eric's hair. Eric sucked again, flicking his tongue along the tip, and earned a gentle tug from Dar's fingers. After a quick breath Eric slid in a bit more. He knew from his first try how much he could take and firmly held Dar's hips in place so the man wouldn't move.

[Eric, my darling, so good,] Dar praised him. He continued on in Arabi but Eric couldn't focus on the words anymore. He was too busy concentrating on what he was doing: bobbing his head, sucking and licking, sliding Dar a little farther inside his throat and purposefully swallowing to constrict around the length. He felt Dar buck and sensed he did enough, popping the man out again.

“Scoot,” Dar nudged. Eric did, leaning back with his legs spread open. “I think on your knees is easier, habibi.”

“You just want to look at my ass.”

“I do,” Dar agreed; as always, his bluntness made Eric smile. He did as suggested, yelping when Dar grabbed his ass and spread him open. A finger slid between Eric's cheeks. Eric shuddered, bucking when Dar did it again and rubbed at his entrance. [Relax, my darling,] Dar soothed him. There was a soft noise as Dar opened the lube bottle.

Eric glanced over his shoulder to watch. Dar put a generous amount on his fingers before pressing the first inside. Eric gritted his teeth at the feeling and tried to relax. One eventually became two, then three, Dar's fingers finding a pace to loosen and stretch. The two men kept meeting each other's gaze, the looks burning with a growing need. And then Eric felt something that sent a shock of pleasure through him. He cried out, dropping his head to the mattress.

“Is it good?” Dar questioned.

“Yes,” Eric gasped. He felt it again and groaned, trying to move his limbs to spread himself open even more. “Habibi, please,” he whined. He briefly lost the feeling of being filled only to have it come back a moment later. Only this time he was being stretched more as Dar's cock pushed in.

It felt so huge inside him. Inch by inch Dar slid himself in until he could go no deeper and then he just lingered, buried in, hands running over Eric's skin and lips pressing kisses to his neck and shoulder.

“I am glad I waited,” Dar commented. “Fucking you in your own bed is much better than some cabin.”

Eric just smiled at that and rolled back on his knees. Dar rocked forward in response and between the two of them they found a rhythm they both liked. Dar's thrusts were slow at first but soon he was moving against Eric at a quick pace. Eric rocked back, using his hands for more momentum. The air filled with their heavy breaths and the sound of skin striking skin.

His thoughts scattered so that when Dar started speaking in Arabic again, Eric couldn't understand a word of it. He assumed that it was all good things and agreed with “yes” whenever he had a breath. Dar started moving even faster and pinched Eric's nipple between his thumb and forefinger. The sensation gave him a fresh spike of arousal. Blindly he fumbled around for Dar's hand and directed it between Eric's legs.

Thankfully, Dar started stroking him. The mattress was starting to creak from their movements. Eric felt another sudden burst of pleasure and nearly collapsed. Dar must have hit his prostrate. Stars burst in his vision as Dar hit the spot again, hand pumping Eric until the man couldn't take it anymore. He came with a cry; Dar held onto him, easing his pace but still thrusting and stroking. It wasn't long before he felt Dar's hot cum spilling into him.

“So,” Dar huffed, easing himself out. “Good first date?”

“I don't have to see your face to know how smug you look right now,” Eric retorted, making the other laugh. His limbs felt a little rubbery from the orgasm but he managed to roll himself onto his back. Dar rested a hand on Eric's right thigh and Eric scooted close to him. His body felt more sensitive and he craved touch even more than usual.

His lips found Dar's, the gesture a little more chaste but still with warmth. He traced along Dar's scars with a finger as they kissed. Dar pulled him closer and he obliged. They rolled a little with Dar's hand keeping Eric balanced. When they stopped for air, Eric noticed he was now straddling the man's hips.

“I want to look at you when I fuck you this time,” Dar explained.

“You're already thinking about fucking me again?” Eric's face went warm and he hid his embarrassment by wiggling on his perch. “From where I'm sitting, you have a way to go before you're ready again.”

“Yes. We have all night and, as you said, you do not work tomorrow.”

Eric snorted a little at that but couldn't hide the thrill that went through him. “Then maybe we should experiment on how many times you can fuck me in one night.”

“Yes,” Dar agreed with a gleam in his eyes.

[lire-casander]

#2 being an expert in teasing each other

being an expert in teasing each other original prompt list here

“Dinner’s here!” TK announces as he saunters back into the open living room.

He’s in a good mood tonight — he’s got no major incidents during his shift and he’s come back home to his fiancé, whose own shift has been as uneventful as TK’s. They’ve even invited their friends for a quick dinner and a round — or three — of Catan.

“I can’t wait to dig into my Chow Mein!” Nancy exclaims, making grabby hands at him. When TK gives her the bag so she can fish out her order, she adds, “I’m starving.”

“You’re always starving,” Mateo points out innocently.

“Only when you’re not around to spend the night,” she deadpans, making Mateo splutter and blush furiously.

“Nancy!” Paul chides her.

“We don’t want to know what you’re up to when you’re alone!” Carlos exclaims, feigning disgust.

Nancy winks at him before passing the bag around so everyone can have their dinner ready for the short break in playing they’re having. As they munch over their food, TK notices that Carlos is having some trouble with his chopsticks; he keeps trying to grab a dumpling and dropping it into the container right away.

“Babe,” he starts, teasingly. “You’re supposed to use those to put the food in your mouth, not drop it in your lap.”

“I wasn’t dropping them in my lap,” Carlos counteracts. “They keep refusing to be grabbed.” To prove his point, he tries picking up a dumpling with his chopsticks, only for the offending piece of food to fall back into the container.

“I think I want to make my meal more challenging,” TK charges again. “Can you teach me whatever technique it is you’re using?”

There’s a teasing undertone in his words, one that makes Marjan chuckle and Paul coughs behind his hand in a mocking way. Carlos glares at him before looking back down at his food and trying, once again, to pick a dumpling successfully.

He fails, earning himself a loud laugh from his friends.

“Look at you, Chopstick Master,” TK continues with a laugh. “After all these years, you still can’t use a chopstick properly? What, were you raised in a barn?”

“As a matter of fact,” he replies to TK, looking up at him with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “I was raised in a barn. Never heard a complaint from you before, City Boy.”

The whole gang collectively exhales a uuuuhhhh that makes TK cackle a little as he holds Carlos’ gaze.

“Careful,” TK retaliates. “Don’t poke your eyes out. I’m kinda attached to them.”

“Is that the only thing you’re attached to?” Carlos teases back. “May I remind you that I’m—”

“Please, stop!” Paul intervenes as Marjan fakes some gagging sounds. “We don’t need to hear more of this.”

“Ditto,” Marjan agrees.

“Okay, okay, we’ll behave,” TK promises just as Carlos drops the dumpling once again, this time splashing the sauce all over your shirt. “Babe, this reminds me of that time you spilled—”

“We don’t want to hear what he spilled!” Mateo finally catches up with the rest, who are groaning loudly.

Carlos finds TK’s gaze as they’re being teased by their friends for their endless flirting banter, and winks at his fiancé. As TK winks back, Carlos gives up on the chopsticks and grabs the dumpling with his bare hand. Purposefully, he bites into it with gusto, eyes never leaving TK’s, a promise of more, later etched in the seams of his glance.

[luvyanfei]

with a short & insecure s/o (hcs)

ft. xiao, kaeya, zhongli, & xingqiu requested by anon

this,,, this is me

xiao. 

he’s appalled when he finds out people actually tease you for your height. xiao has always known how terrible humans can be, but to think they would attempt to tear someone down, specifically his lover, just because they’re considered small irate him to no end. you might want to hold on to him tightly before he can storm off and declare war on the bullies who dared to torment you in any way. 

he honestly doesn’t care if you’re short or tall, ugly or pretty - your appearance isn’t what’s important here. he fell in love with you for what’s inside of you, don’t forget that, okay? xiao may not outright say all that because he’s embarrassed of showing his soft side to you, but if your insecurity gets the better of you, he’ll at least lend an ear to you as you rant to him while stargazing together. 

however, what xiao despises more than others treating you poorly is you belittling yourself. he has zero tolerance for that kind of attitude and will react quite aggressively, gripping you by the shoulders and shaking you. he can’t help himself. it hurts him deeply, dare he say more than a stab to his heart, seeing you wallowing in self-hatred. he’s harsh, but he means well. xiao would much rather see a content smile on your face than having you look disconsolate. 

“have you finally stopped your wailing yet?” xiao peers at your face drenched in tears in disinterest, but really, he’s pretty concerned on the inside. your sobs have been reduced to quiet sniffles, but your body won’t stop trembling. he looks away for a minute, sighs heavily, and pulls you into his arms, a blush coating his cheeks. 

he stays silent the whole time, too nervous to do anything really, as your palms press against his chest lightly and will yourself to calm down. xiao clears his throat and brings a finger down to brush away the glistening tears from your eyes. 

“look, just because you’re short, it doesn’t mean i don’t like you any less,” he whispers only for you to hear, and presses his lips to your forehead, letting it linger there for a few seconds. “even if you, or anybody else, don’t think you’re worthy enough, i at lease still care about you, so don’t let others’ opinions get to you.”

kaeya.

not to be blunt or anything, but kaeya being, well kaeya, he’s probably going to relentlessly tease you. he doesn’t do it because he harbors any ill-intent towards you. it’s just, kaeya is very fond of your flustered expression. if you happen to end up crying from his words, he’ll immediately stop and apologize guiltily. the last thing he needs is for you to abandon him too because of a fault on his end. 

kaeya really does love you a lot, despite your flaws and silently admires you for your empathy and altruism. one good thing about being shorter than your boyfriend is that you can wear his clothing on and he’ll be a gushing mess in no time. he’ll purposefully place his jacket somewhere for you to find in hopes you’ll put it on. he may be doing this just for the purpose of having fun, but he likes knowing that it means you're comfortable and accepting in your relationship with him. 

he likes patting you on the head when you pass by each other at random times, his lips curling in a knowing smirk. if you ever need help obtaining items that are out of your reach, kaeya will conveniently be there to lend a hand. it fuels his confidence how you always go to him for help instead of seeking support from someone who might be more reliable. it goes to show that your trust in him is deep. 

“having difficulties, [name]?” kaeya hollers to gain your attention as you look down from the ladder to glance at the knight, your hand outreached to grab at the material you need with failed attempts. “allow me to be of service~” 

he gestures for you to climb down and gets up the ladder himself, easily grasping the object in his fingers. once his feet has touched the ground, he lowers his hand to give it to you, but before your fingertips can make contact with it, he pulls it away from you. "ah ah ah~ shouldn’t i get some kind of a compensation for helping my dearest?” you stare at him in confusion before an idea plants itself in your head. ah. so that’s what he wants. with a roll of your eyes, you stride up the ladder till your eyes meet and kisses him on the lips. 

as you push your body away from him, he gives a closed-eye grin and nods in satisfaction. “that wasn’t too bad, now was it?” kaeya finally hands you the item, but he grips your free hand in his and guides it to press against his warm cheek. “you should realize by now what you’re capable of doing, stealing my heart like this. you’re so cruel [name], but perhaps that’s why i’ve grown to love you.” 

zhongli.

zhongli is an honest and good-natured man. he’ll immediately tell you that he doesn’t think to care about your height, so there’s no reason for you to worry about it either. he’s not an idiot though. he’s aware that your self-deprecating thoughts won’t disappear so easily with his consoling words alone. actions speak louder than words, after all. 

if anyone ends up insulting you for your size, zhongli won’t hesitate to politely stand up for you. although, if they stubbornly persist in demeaning you, it’ll push him to the brink of indignation, but he’ll still attempt to keep up a courteous manner for your sake as he calmly tells them to back off. like kaeya, he loves it when you wear his clothing! he’s lived for a long time to see many things, but witnessing you cuddling him while his jacket is draped snugly over your body has got to be the cutest thing he’s seen yet. 

ever the supportive individual, zhongli will help you come out of your shell and build up on your self-esteem. he’s there with you every step of the day, so if you ever slip and feel like you’re about to fall into an abyss of despair, he’ll take your out-stretched hands in his and guide you back into the light. 

“[name], is something the matter? you look as if you’re bothered by something.” zhongli questions innocently, studying your face carefully. your eyes droop slightly, but you reassure him that you were pondering how it would feel like if you were as tall as him. he nods in understanding and brings a hand up to his chin in thought. 

before you know it, he’s turned his back towards you and kneeled down. perplexed, you stare at him, unsure of what he’s doing. “you said you desired to know what it’s like to be around my height, so this is the only thing i can think of.” hesitantly, you place your hands on his shoulder blades to balance yourself and he makes sure to hold onto you tightly as he stands up slowly. you smile in appreciation at zhongli’s consideration over your feelings and presses your body closer to his. 

he beams back at you, sealing a kiss to your lips. “if you ever feel down, remember that there’s at least one person in the world that loves you - one of them being me, of course.” 

xingqiu.

he also reacts similar to kaeya, although his teasing is slightly toned down and less vocal. like, if you wanted to give him a kiss on the cheek, he might lean away from you and probably use a stool to make himself taller, but he’ll stop after a bit of fun and laughter. it’s not funny unless both of you are smiling, right?

he finds your short stature to be one of your charm points and will compliment you for that, calling you adorable and such. it’s kind of perfect for him because he likes being the big spoon, embracing you from behind and nuzzling his face against the back of your neck. if you’re around the same age as him, it’s alright! there’s still time for you to grow. he’s sure the both of you will be tall soon. there’s no judgement when you’re with him, so don’t be afraid of being yourself around xingqiu, alright? 

if he finds out your confidence is still lacking, he’ll scribble down a list of all the things he loves about you for you to read to lift your spirits up! although, that might prove to be a challenge considering his handwriting is infamously known for being illegible. 

“hmm... isn’t that the picture we took at liyue harbor together?” xingqiu observes the photo in your hand, reminiscing the fond memories. his honey irises flicker to you. “hey, what’s with the frown?” 

you shake your head and tries to change the subject, but he presses on to persuade you into explaining. when you finally do, he bursts into a fit of laughter, wiping away the tears pricking the edge of his eyes. “i apologize for my behavior, but [name], you shouldn’t have to concern yourself with such a trivial matter.” he tucks away a stray strand of your hair behind your ear, his index finger ghosting over your lips. 

“have i ever told you that you’re cute?” xingqiu murmurs, a sense of genuine compassion laced in his tone. “don’t stare at me like that, please. i’m quite serious, so there’s no need to compare yourself with me. no matter the height difference, i’ll always love you - if you’ll allow me too. 

tagging. @liliisacutieowo, @scarymoosh

[hpimaginesandblurbs]

can u do a Draco x reader smut + fluff where he forgets their anniversary and makes it up to her in bed ? ✨

mixed with this request: soft slow sex with draco 

pairing: draco malfoy x reader 

warning(s): 18+, unprotected sex, praise, soft sex 

word count: 1.5k 

a/n: so i have a ton of draco requests and i’ll be mixing a few of them so if i don’t reply to yours directly, it will most likely be included with another one. also just a reminder that requests are closed right now. they’ll be open again soon. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you heard repeatedly from the front hall as Draco made his way inside your shared flat after work. He was talking under his breath, but it was loud enough in the quiet space for you to hear it. 

And fuck was right. He fucked up and he knew it. 

Today was your five year anniversary. A rather big milestone if you were asked, but he had forgotten. 

When you had both woken up that morning, he hadn’t said a word. So you didn’t either. All day you had waited for flowers to appear at your desk as they normally would on important days like this, but nothing came. No letters. No gifts. Nothing. He had forgotten. Not that you needed flowers or fancy gifts, he spoiled you regularly enough, but some words would have helped. 

And as much as you tried to stop yourself, you were a bit upset. You knew Draco wasn't normally the forgetful type, and he was currently beating himself up for it if you heard correctly. You could potentially let this one act of forgetfulness slide if he made up for it now. 

“Hi,” he said breathlessly when he made his way into the living room, stopping in the doorway to look at your place on the couch. He looked disheveled, hair sticking up slightly from the tie he had presumably just ripped off and his shirt slightly undone. He looked good, but you had an angry girlfriend act to put on. Let him struggle. 

“Hi,” you replied coolly, reverting your eyes from him to look back down at the book in your lap. 

You could see him out of the corner of your eye, shifting from foot to foot, eyes trained on you. He looked so out of place being so unsure of himself, unsure about how to start his apology for his monumental fuck up. It was almost endearing getting to see this side of himself that he often hid, but you bit back the smirk. 

Next thing you knew, his wand was out and an ornate bouquet of flowers was conjured up in his hand and he was stalking over to you, stopping just short of the couch. 

“Happy Anniversary, darling,” he said sweetly, holding the flowers out for you. 

You looked up at him and took them, then looked down at the flowers. He had done good on such short notice. All of your favorites wrapped elegantly together with expensive ribbon, small jewels embedded in the petals. You allowed a small smile to grace your face when you looked back up at him. 

“Thank you. Happy Anniversary,” you replied. You watched him take a deep breath, then he opened his mouth. 

“Look, I know you know I forgot earlier and I’m sorry for that. You know I’m not usually the forgetful type, especially when it comes to you, darling. Let me make it up to you?” He apologized and offered all within one breath, holding out his hand gracefully for you to take. 

You did it without question, wanting to see what other tricks he had up his sleeve. When you noticed he was leading you in the direction of the bedroom, you knew exactly what trick he was about to employ. 

“You can’t apologize with sex, Draco,” you argued, but made no moves to stop him. 

“Like hell I can’t,” he replied cockily, swinging you around so your back was facing the bed as he backed you up slowly. 

“We’ll see about that,” you challenged, not mad over where this was heading. 

Finally, your naked back was on the bed and he was delicately balanced over you, his lips attached to your neck. He had kissed you slowly the whole time he undressed you, his hand lovingly running over your entire body as he settled you down onto the bed. You practically feel the love and the apology radiating from his touch. 

“Draco, please,” you whispered seductively, your hips coming up to rub against his thigh, just wanting him inside you. You felt dizzy from just his kisses and you needed more. 

“Thought I couldn’t apolgize with sex,” he reminded you of your own words, a cocky smile crossing his face as he looked down at your flushed form. 

You shot him a look that meant that you were not fucking around right now, and he immeditaly folded. 

He lined his cock up with your core effortlessly and began to push in slowly. So slowly that it had you writhing on the bed, your body begging for him to move faster, but he quickly pinned your hips down. 

“None of that tonight, darling. Want to apologize properly,” he insisted, his hands leaving your hips to lace with yours above your head. 

His lips caught yours just as he bottomed out, effectively swallowing your moan. The kiss was gentle, much like his actions all evening. He was so close to you, you could feel almost every inch of his body on yours. And even better, you could feel every inch of his cock slowly going in and out of you. Every inch. Every vein. Every purposeful deep thrust inside of you. It was the type of bliss that had your eyes rolling to the back of your head and your hands clutching his tighter. 

“You feel so perfect. Every time. So perfect for me,” he whispered, his tone matching the softness of the moment. 

With every slow thrust of his hips, his cock got buried deep inside of you. So deep it had the breath leaving your body, forcing you to gasp and moan between his kisses. Every thrust was purposefully perfect, hitting you in all of the right spots and forcing you to feel all of him. You could feel the coil beginning to tighten inside of you, so slowly that you knew by the end of this you’d be a shaking mess. 

“I love you. So, so much darling,” he said softly before his lips went back down to attack your neck with gentle, open mouthed kisses that you knew would leave marks for tomorrow. 

“I love you too,” you gasped out when he thrust deeply again, your grip so tight on his hands you were sure you were leaving crescent shaped marks on the backs on them. 

You weren’t sure how long it went on for - you couldn’t decipher between hours and minutes in your state. His thrusts never once changed pace as he went back and forth between praising your and kissing you everywhere he could reach. Your legs had found their way up to wrap themselves around his waist, pulling him in impossibly closer. 

You were a sweating, shaking mess, completely lost in the pleasure he was giving you. His pace was so different than usual, typically fast and rough, that it left your head spinning. You weren’t sure where this side of him had been hiding, but you were glad it made an appearance tonight. It was the exact apology you needed, you discovered. Damn him for being right. 

One of his hands unwrapped itself from yours and trailed down your body until he easily found your clit. You let out a loud moan at the sensation of him drawing figure eights onto your most sensitive spot, throwing your head down forcefully onto the sheets. 

“That’s it. So gorgeous when you’re this close. Cum for me. Need to feel you,” he said in your ear, obviously noticing the way your walls had steadily been tightening around his cock until you were shaking. 

You let go with a cry, your body convulsing under his. Your walls fluttered desperately, clenching and unclenching around him, milking him through his own orgasm that had forced him to bury his face in your neck with a low groan of your name. 

He held you close while you caught your breath, peppering your face with light kisses as he watched you come back down to earth. Finally, once you had stopped shaking, he began gently shifting the both of you until you were against the pillows, wrapped in his arms. 

“Happy Anniversary, darling,” he repeated. When all you could give him back was a soft noise of agreeance, letting him know you were saying the same, he continued. “And this weekend, I’ll make reservations for wherever you want for dinner. And I’ll take you out shopping. Whatever you want.” 

“This was enough,” you said softly, your voice muffled by his chest, but he heard you nonetheless. 

You felt him chuckle against you. “Nothing is ever good enough for you, darling. I’ll just have to keep spoiling you until you realize.” 

[imfluentinfangirlandgay]

Elevated Railways - Ch 11

Ingo has been in Hisui for two years when two children fall from the sky - with wings like his. Did they come from the same place he did?

CW: mentions of eating disorders

Word Count: ~2400

Ingo had retrieved a couple more blankets from the Pearl Camp as he was showing Emmet around the Icelands. He laid them out in his tent now, listening to Emmet ramble in short sentences about his preferences in take-out for dinner. Ingo pulled out a deep pot, setting it on the fire outside and lighting it so that he could make something to eat. He pulled out some meat, vegetables, and some spices and began to cut them up, tossing them into the stew. Emmet sat next to him, chatting about home. He watched Ingo work with a practiced hand. 

The sun dipped below the horizon. The fire was their only light, so Ingo tossed out Magnezone, which lit the area with its electricity. “I wish our Pokemon had come through the portal with me,” Emmet lamented. “I am verrry excited for you to see them again. They miss you.”

“What are they like? Our Pokemon. I remember having a partner, vaguely. It was able to wield flames, but they were not orange. They were purple. I have not encountered a Pokemon like that in Hisui.” Ingo stoked the fire, getting the water to boil. He stirred the stew with a spoon. 

“That would be your ace, Chandelure. She is a fire/ghost type and she loves following you around. She is verrry gentle. She was your second Pokemon you found.” 

“What was the first?”

“We both acquired Klink for our birthday. They are now fully evolved Klinklang. Yours is more mischievous than mine is and always tries to purposefully block doorways for a laugh. They get along well.” 

“What others are there?” 

“On your team specifically, there is Garbodor, Excadrill, and Crustle. We share Haxorus, she was a present from our Uncle Drayden when we began our first Pokemon journey. He raises dragon-types and gave us an egg. Garbodor was your fourth Pokemon. You found her digging in the trash behind our house. She is a big sweetheart. I call her your trash baby. Excadrill you found as a Drilbur when we were in Chargestone Cave. He is verrry responsible and keeps the others in line. Crustle was your last one. You caught it when we became Depot Agents. He likes to sleep.”

“What about your Pokemon?” The stew was cooking now, steam wafting off of it. 

“My team is my ace, Eelektross, Archeops, Galvantula, and Durant. Eelektross was my second as well, I caught it as a Tynamo the same day you got your Litwick. It is verrry cuddly. Archeops I found as a fossil in Chargestone Cave when we were young. I tripped over the rock and broke my lip open. We went and revived him the next week. Galvantula, I bred myself. I was searching for a Joltik with an Adamant nature that could learn Cross-Poison. She is rather spoiled. Durant, I found on our Pokemon journey. It is more independent but likes to take care of the Joltik.” 

“Joltik?”

“Electric/bug types. I still breed Joltik, mostly to give to younger trainers. If I deem a young challenger worthy, I will offer up one of my babies. We always have a few in the apartment and on the Subway. I love them verrry much. They are adorable.” Emmet smiled softly. Ingo nodded as he tapped the spoon against the side of the pot before he took out a spoonful and tasted it. It was a little bland. He added some more ground pecha and leppa to it. 

“I believe it may be ready to be consumed. Be warned, it is not great. In my time in Hisui, cooking was not one of the skills I excelled at.”

“You were not a great cook in Unova either. I usually cooked.” Emmet scooted closer to the pot as Ingo pulled out two hand-carved bowls, spooning a bit of the concoction into them. 

“I hope it is not too bland for your liking, Emmet. I do not recall which flavors you prefer, and was afraid to add spice.” 

Emmet spooned some into his mouth. “I love spicy food. You prefer sweet foods.” He continued to eat. “This is not bad. It is not the best meal ever, but it is more edible than things you made back home.” 

Ingo huffed in amusement as he took up his own bowl. “It seems I have learned something about cooking, then, in my time here.” 

They fell silent as they ate, enjoying the cooling night air and the warm soup in their bellies. 

Footsteps approached. Ingo called out, “Rei, Akari, care to join us for some food? It is not like the mochi at the Wallflower, but it is sustenance.” 

“Yes please!” Akari bounded out of the woods, her cheek splotched with mud and her hair containing a stick from a tree. Ingo knitted his brows at her. 

“Miss Akari, what did you get into?”

“We were in the Mirelands. Alpha Tangrowth. You know how it is,” Rei filled in as the two children sat down and eagerly took some bowls, filling them with the stew. 

“It may be a bit bland. I apologize.”

“I’m sure it’s okay, Uncle Ingo!” Akari took a spoonful. “Yeah, it’s not that bad. The vegetables are all a decent texture and the meat seems cooked enough.” Rei nodded as well, his mouth full. 

“Why, thank you. It seems my cooking skills have improved in Hisui.” Ingo polished off his bowl, setting it down and sighing to himself as he stretched. Emmet was not far behind him. 

“What did you do all day?” Rei asked the adults. 

“I took Emmet on a tour of the Highlands and he told me about our homeland. We have an uncle! And we live in a city with trains.” His voice grew softer and filled with longing. “He described trains to me again. Oh, how I wish to see one.” 

“Soon, you can! We just have to get about twenty more entries, and Volo said he’d help.”

“What did you do today?” Emmet asked them. 

“We went to Cogita’s house first and met up with Volo there. He took us different places around Hisui to try to get us to find these weird rocks.” Rei held one up. 

“Plates,” Akari corrected.  

“Whatever. Anyway, we found a few of them. He says we just need a couple more? He seems really excited about it, so we said we’d finish helping him in the morning.” 

Ingo nodded. He still did not like the merchant, but he did have to admit, he seemed to get along well with the twins. They were also old enough that they could handle themselves, for the most part. “Inform me if you two need anything. Please drive safely out there tomorrow.”

“We will!” they chorused. They set down their bowls. 

“Now,” Ingo said as he stood. “How about you two take yourselves and the dishes to the lake to clean up and Emmet and I can set up the preening oil before bed. We must ensure all feathers are properly cared for nightly!” 

Akari groaned. Rei stood and gathered their bowls. “Come on, it won’t take that long.” He prodded her with his boot and smirked. “Besides, you stink anyway.” 

“Not as bad as you! At least I use something other than rainwater to bathe!” Rei rubbed some mud from his boot onto her arm and ran off, forcing her to give chase. “YOU COME BACK HERE!” she screamed as they scrambled off. Ingo pulled Emmet up, making sure to put out the fire as they entered the tent. Ingo motioned for Emmet to sit as he pulled out his oil and lit the lamps inside his room, illuminating the area. He removed his cap and coat, allowing his wings out yet again. They fluttered to life. He bent over and rummaged through his trunk for some extra clothing for Emmet to wear, as he was still wearing his stiff shirt and tie. He found an extra Pearl Clan tunic. 

“Here, Emmet. This will likely be more comfortable than that shirt.” He handed his brother the cloth, along with a fresh set of soft pants. “These are built for rugged terrain, and they conserve heat. I have already cut slits in the back for your wings.” Emmet shrugged off his coat, unbuttoning his shirt and loosening his tie. Ingo busied himself with other things and pulled out a carving, about to ask Emmet about it-

He stared. Every single one of Emmet’s ribs was on full display. Ingo could have counted them. His flesh clung to his skeleton like a form-fitting suit. Emmet did not notice him looking as he shrugged the Pearl Clan tunic on, adjusting it like Ingo had it. He stood and changed pants. His legs were incredibly thin, his skin extremely pale. He looked at Ingo to check and ensure that he had it right when he noticed Ingo staring at him. “Ingo? What is the matter?” He cocked his head, his grin now confused and concerned. 

“Emmet.” Ingo closed the difference between them, hugging Emmet around the shoulders. “You are so thin. What happened to you?” 

Emmet was quiet in Ingo’s hold.Ingo pulled away, keeping his hands on Emmet’s shoulders. His mouth was still smiling, but his eyes seemed… panicked? 

“Whatever it is, you can tell me. I will be by your side,” Ingo encouraged. 

Emmet looked away. “Ever since you disappeared, I have lost my desire for fuel. It seemed pointless. So I did not refuel.” 

Ingo considered this. It was quiet for a moment. Then he spoke, his voice strong and soft, “I will make you refuel properly again. No more skipping out on pit stops while I’m around, I will ensure it.”

“Ingo-”

“You do not get to argue this one. You will eat regular portions at regular intervals. I will see to it that you are healthy again.” He met Emmet’s eyes. Emmet shut his mouth with a clack, opting to merely nod at Ingo. He smiled softly. Ingo squeezed his shoulders. 

“Since when could your eyes glow in the dark?” 

“Since I came to Hisui. They came with the wings.” Ingo cocked his head. Open yours wider, I wish to see if yours do, too.” Ingo put a fabric over the lamp and watched Emmet’s eyes. They did, in fact, glow. “Yours do, too. I wonder what caused it.” Emmet shrugged. Ingo took the cloth down and sat right as the children ran in. Akari’s hair was wet. She held two of the bowls and Rei held the two others as she still continued to flick water off her fingers at him. 

“Rotten brother! He pushed me in! Now I’m all wet!” She grumbled as she took off her shoes and scarf and handkerchief by the door. Her main outfit did not seem too wet, thankfully, Ingo noted, until she turned around. Her entire back was soaked. Rei continued giggling as he innocently set his bowls by Ingo’s trunk and sat down. Akari thudded to the ground closer to Ingo, scowling. Her wings were dripping, now that he noticed it. They shuddered as she sat. She was cold. 

“I believe I may have a change of clothes if you would like to leave these out to dry overnight. I would like to dry your wings, as well. Does that sound alright to you?” Akari nodded, still pouting. Ingo pulled out yet another tunic for her. “I have several of these, do not worry about dirtying it. Me and Emmet can leave the tent if you-”

“It’s ok, just turn around. I won’t be long.” Akari stood and walked behind them, where they could not see her. Ingo heard the rustle of fabric as she changed. Within a minute she was back over by them. “I laid them out on the floor, wet side up. They should be dry by morning. Thanks, Uncle Ingo.” 

“Of course, I would hate to see a passenger catch a cold by staying in wet clothes all night. Now, I believe it would be prudent to preen. Akari, would you like me to do yours tonight? They are wet.” 

“And you didn’t push me into the lake,” Akari scoffed. “I can do Rei’s.” 

“Emmet, do you feel comfortable doing mine yet?” Ingo asked. 

“I can try. Tell me if you feel something wrong.” 

“Of course.” 

They sat in a line, each preening someone else. Ingo gave tips to Emmet when he could tell something was wrong or placed incorrectly. He also kept tabs on Akari’s feathers, being sure to get off any water he could. He kept an extra cloth around to suck up any moisture. Akari had her tongue poking out of her mouth as she did Rei’s wings. Ei preened the underside of his wings, making sure to get as close to his back as he could, as Ingo had taught him. They chatted about their days, Pokemon they had seen, and funny happenings that day. Between the methodic moving of Emmet’s hands on his wings and his own on Akari’s, Ingo was beginning to feel drowsy. His eyes drooped. However, he finished her wings and then moved onto the underside of his own. Once Akari had finished with Rei, Rei offered to do Emmet, who agreed wholeheartedly. Rei readjusted to sit behind Emmet and worked his way through his newer feathers. Ingo made sure to preen his sideburns as well. It was important to check over the health of all his feathers! Emmet copied him, if a bit slower. That was alright. He was still learning, after all!

He found himself beginning to doze off sitting up. He was awoken by a tap on the shoulder. “Ingo. Iiiiingo. Go to sleep.” Ingo opened his bleary eyes and saw Emmet. He just nodded. The kids made their way to the nest first, tossing out their warmer, softer Pokemon to cuddle with as Gliscor emerged, settling on Ingo’s spine again in its favorite spot as he flopped down on his stomach, stretching out his wings to cover the others with him. Akari laid next to him tonight, Emmet on his other side as he drifted off, comfortable and warm.

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[marie-hoe]

The Game

EB!Frank x Reader

Roommate AU

Words: 3071

Warnings: Explicit; Smut; Minors DNI; mutual pining (i think. i’ve never written mp before) teasing, little mutual masterbation, grinding

AN: This is for @happygowriting 1.5k and 2 Years Writing Challenge Celebration. I chose "and they were roommates" and hope it lives up to any expectations they might have had prior. I also tried my hand at "the four times... and then the one."

Masterlist

Living with Frank has never not been interesting. From the moment you moved into his apartment the tension has been building. He constantly flirted with you and you him, but it all led up to the one-time you guys finally couldn’t take it anymore—the time you two finally ended the game.

One

It was mere weeks after moving in. It was a hot summer day, and the air conditioner just was not cutting it, so you paraded around the apartment wearing high waisted shorts and a lacey bralette, nothing you wouldn’t wear out in public, but something that definitely got Frank’s attention… and you were absolutely aware of that.

You walked into the apartment after running an errand, closing the door behind you as you walked into the kitchen, where Frank sat at the island. His hand lowered from his mouth, resting back in his bowl of cereal as his eyes raked over your body shamelessly. You ignored him, ignored the feeling of butterflies, as you turned to the fridge to retrieve a bottle of water. Obviously, the bottles were on the bottom shelf when they used to be at eye level, almost as if someone had purposefully lowered them for this exact reason. So, you took a deep breath, steadying you thoughts as you bent down to grab a bottle.

“Look at you.”

Standing to look him in the eye, you saw the smirk plastered to his face coupled with the small twinkle in his eye that illustrated that he was looking to get a rise out of you. Up to this point, Frank had always tried to keep his ogling secret, not that he was successful at it, but he had tried; however, right now, you could practically read him like a book and know that he was done hiding.

You smirked back at the man, watching as he carried his now empty bowl to the sink beside you and took the opportunity to play his game. You hummed in amusement as your eyes raked up his body from his feet, smirking as you cocked your head to the side upon meeting his gaze once more and muttered back, “look at you.”

Two

You huffed, stretching your body passed its reach as you stepped on your tiptoes, arms reaching high above your head as you tried grabbing a mixing bowl from the cabinet.

“Frank!” You exclaimed as you turned to lean against the counter, arms crossing over your chest dramatically as you waited for the man to saunter into the kitchen.

He walked in, only wearing gray sweatpants, and smirked as he crossed his arms before his chest and pouted at you. “What’s the matter, Kitten? Someone keep moving things out of your reach?”

The use of the nickname rose your heart rate, bringing your core to heat slightly, but you ignored the feeling, not wanting to be the first to cave in the game. You rolled your eyes at his near confession and moved away from the counter as you asked nicely, “Will you please get me that bowl? I’ll make you pancakes, too.”

You smiled sweetly, waiting for him to move towards you to do as you asked, but instead watched as he mulled the proposition over. He tilted his head to the side, a hand running over his scruff covered chin. “I don’t know, Kitten, it seems like someone wanted you to reach for it yourself.”

You groaned at his insistence, fingers running along your temple before snapping, “Come on, Franky, don’t make me beg for a mixing bowl.”

A low chuckle vibrated from his chest and into your ears as he made his way behind you. With a hand on your hip, not letting you away from his grasp, making sure you could feel the heat from his body radiate around you, he effortlessly reached to the top of the cabinet and brought the bowl down. He sat it in your open hand before leveling his mouth with your ear and smirking, “I’d love to have you beg for me.”

Your lips pressed together in time with your thighs, a blush creeping up on your cheeks as you pressed your body back against his, welcoming his touch before turning away from him with the bowl. “I’d only beg for you in your dreams.”

As you reached around and mixed the batter together, you heard Frank hum in agreement. You heard him begin to walk back out of the kitchen as he muttered just loud enough for you to hear, “oh, and you do, Kitten.”

Three

You and Frank sat on the couch together. He sat at one end, his arm resting against the back of the couch while you sprawled along the cushions, your feet planted against his thigh as your knees bent, and your head laid against the arm of the couch. His focus was fixated on the black screen of the television, occasionally bringing his beer to his lips without breaking his gaze at the stale screen.

“Like what you see, Kitten?”

You sighed dramatically, moving a foot to extend your leg against his lap as you groaned, “Franky! I’m bored. The tv isn’t going to work without the internet and it’s not going to be fixed until they get here.”

His gaze left the screen before you two, turning softly to look you over as you pouted hyperbolically. His eyes narrowed on you, free hand leaving the couch to twirl slow circles on your exposed calves before continuing, “And what do you want me to do about that?”

With a deep inhale you thought over the answer, deciding on the best course of action. You could certainly end the little game you and Frank had kept up all these months; however, the idea of you being the one to end the game made your spite grow fiercely, so you decided against that idea. Instead, you sat up, pulling your legs to cross over one another, toes brushing lightly against his leg as you gave your final suggestion, “We should play 20 questions!”

Frank shook his head dismissively, once more sipping his beer before shooting you down. “I am not playing 20 questions.”

“Stop being so grumpy; it’s lame.”

A scoff left his lips as he looked you over. Huffing, he rolled his eyes and reluctantly decided to play your little game. “Fine, but none of those stupid little favorite color questions. It’s gotta be interesting. Ask the good questions, Kitten,” he directed, winking to you teasingly.

You sipped your beer, nodding slowly as you stared at the ceiling and decided on a question worthy for Frank. “Okay, what’s the best compliment a woman has ever given you,” you asked, smiling softly as he furrowed his brows at the seemingly innocent inquiry. You chuckled at his lack of understanding before adding with an obscenely exaggerated wink, “compliment… ya know?”

You watch as he takes a deep breath, nodding as he realizes the context and ponders the question before shrugging, “I guess it’s not really a compliment but being squirted on feels like it should be the number one ‘compliment,” he responds, adding air quotes around the word compliment.

You laugh at him, thinking it was a joke before realizing he in fact was being serious. “What, so a woman pisses on you, and you think you deserve a reward?”

He hums lowly as he shakes his head in dismay. "Oh, the things I'd do to that pretty mouth."

Your breath hitched in your throat at the response, mind wondering to the things he would do to your body when a knock at the door brought you both out of your thoughts.

Four

As if the summer heat wasn’t enough, in the final weeks of the summer weather, the refrigerator in the apartment had decided to go out. You occupied yourself with the remaining ice cream from the freezer, fashioning yourself the final ice-cream cone as Frank called a repair man.

He rounded the corner into the kitchen, a hand running through his hair in frustration as he sat his phone on the counter, “Says he can’t be out here until Tuesday.”

You turned your attention to him as you slid in a stool across from him, your tongue licking around the cone to catch the already melting cream before you spoke, “not surprised. It is Labor Day weekend. Might as well grab a spoon and finish that ice cream; it won’t last that long.”

He huffed as the drawer shut behind him, turning around to face you as he did exactly what you had suggested, only stopping to look up at you when he heard you sucking rogue ice cream from your palm.

You felt the eyes boring into you almost instantly, causing you to glance up and meet his dark stare. You chuckled at him without knowing what he was focusing on before licking the cone in your hand once more and inquiring, “Do you want a picture, Frank?”

As soon as Frank smirked at you, shuffling his weight between his feet, you understood what was going on, and decided not to let up. You used your tongue to lick around the cone, eyes not blinking away from his even when the white cream lingered on your chin. Innocently, you swiped a finger through the mess, bringing it to your lips to clean the sticky mess, and this is when you left his gaze. Your eyes closed slowly as you licked your finger clean, debating whether to let a soft moan when you heard him clear his throat.

“Are you trying to turn me on right now because it’s working.”

You ignore the heat that floods your body when he asks, continuing your treatment on the ice cream with your tongue as you muttered, “I didn’t know you were so easy. I’m just eating my ice cream, Frank.”

He scoffed at your faux ignorance, shaking his head with his eyes screwed shut as he leaned across the counter separating the two of you and muttering, “Goddamn it, now all I can think about right now is you licking my cock like it’s that ice cream cone.”

You blush at the words, feeling a small pool begin gathering below as you realized you had achieved your goal in getting him hot and bothered. You slid out of the stool, now done with the cone in your hand, and walked out of the kitchen.

Five

“What do you mean you sext your roommate?”

Your coworker shrugged, shoving her fries in her mouth before explaining. “We’ve lived together for so long; he’s already seen me naked countless times. Frank’s seen you naked, hasn’t he? I mean you guys only have one bathroom. I feel like it’s a given.”

You shrugged softly, drinking your soda as you remembered the late-night bump at night when you were running to your bedroom after a shower. You had gotten out of the shower when you realized all the towels were dirty, leaving you with nothing to dry your body off with, or anything to wear back to your room; however, it was late and you hadn’t heard anything emerging from Frank’s room in so long that you assumed he was asleep, so you made a run for it. To your dismay, Frank had just so happened felt an urge to pee, so he was standing in your way when you blindly charged for your room.

“Yeah, maybe once or twice,” you affirmed nonchalantly. “But you send him nudes. That’s different.”

You watched your coworker shrug once more as she finished her lunch, “It’s fun; don’t knock it till you try it, (y/n).”

You laughed lightly as she walked out, waving quickly before returning to work, leaving you with your thoughts swarming Frank and the idea of surprising him with a little show. If you were spiteful enough, competitive enough, you wouldn’t do it, worried you would be the one to end the summer long game the two of you had been playing; however, you were full of just enough spite and competitiveness to bring you dashing to a bathroom stall with your phone in tow.

You were too competitive to be the one to end the pining but pushing him to be the one to lose the silent game is the game. With your arm pressing your tits together, forearm covering your nipples as it pushed your cleavage to full view, you snapped a shot. Your fingers tapped nervously over your phone as you typed out a quick message to add with the faceless photo before sending it—not allowing a moment to contemplate.

You smirked to yourself, now having the upper hand between the two of you and loving it.

Mere moments pass, you’re walking your way back to your work when your phone vibrated in your palm, bringing your heartrate to raise as you tried stifling the smirk plastering your face as you walked past your coworkers.

Oh, Pussycat. That’s how we’re gonna play?

You squirmed in your seat, anxious that you’d stepped too far, excited at the ideas of what he meant.

Nonetheless, you finished your day’s work, trying desperately to forget the man waiting for you at home.

Your heart beats faster as you scale the stairs up your walkup apartment, mind clouding with possibilities but ego focusing you on remaining stoic.

As soon as you entered the apartment, closing the door behind you, you heard the booming of Frank walking up behind you. His arms circled your waist, hips pressing harshly against your butt as his lips ghosted over your ear. “Look what you did to me, pussycat. I had to deal with thinking about that picture all day.”

Your heart pounded, pussy wept, and hands went clammy as you outwardly giggled and evaded his grip. You sauntered to the couch, sitting back on the cushion as you spread your legs apart, offering a new view for the hungry man before quirking with a smirk. “Touch yourself, Franky; I wanna watch.”

A growl leaves his throat as he sits across from you on the other side of the couch, “Well if you’re not helping me, I’m not helping you.”

You couldn’t help the pout that formed when you realized he wasn’t giving in to lose so easily, which made him chuckle as he slid his sweatpants off his body. Your eyes were drawn immediately to his erection as it slapped against his abdomen, body weeping as your fingers traced over your pussy lips while you watched Frank’s hand wrap around himself, thumb rubbing precum around his length.

“It’s my thigh or nothing, pussycat.”

You groaned as you contemplated, pulling your clothes off as you circled your clit with a finger. Soft moans left Frank’s lips as his fist worked over his swollen length, his hips slowly raising to meet his fist while you gazes stayed focused on the other.

Your hips lifted in sync with Frank’s, lips parting as you moaned when your fingers entered your warm walls. A breathless moan left Frank as your eyes fell shut, working yourself over with a hand grasping your breasts while your fingers sloshed in and out of your entrance. A moan that sounded a lot like your name…

You opened your eyes, catching his piercing dark stare flicker between your cunt and your face as he groaned, “Come on, Pussycat.”

As if obeying a command, your body lifted from your seat. You swatted his hand away from his length, lowering your wet cunt over him as he grabbed your hand and licked your slick off your fingers. He watched as you teased your slit with his swollen head as his tongue swirled over your digits before grabbing your chin and bringing your attention to him.

“Remember what I said, Pussycat, my thigh or nothing.”

He smiled when you whined, dropping his erection to smack back against his abdomen before lowering yourself down against him. You brought your lips to meet his for the first time, moaning against him when his tongue slid against yours. His hands found your hips to push you down on his erection. Following his lead, you grind your wet cunt along his cock slowly, moaning against his mouth breathlessly.

“Christ, kitten. Milk my cock.”

His words spur you on. Using your hands on his shoulders to stabilize yourself, you grind your hips against him harder, groaning as your head fell into the crook of his neck as the pleasure brought you closer to your orgasm. His fingers press into your ass, urging your hips more while taunting you with his words, “What’s wrong, kitten? Got nothing to say with my cock under your pussy? Does my cock make it hard for you to think, pussycat?”

You nibble softly against his earlobe as a pathetic response. He was right, and you hated it. You had gotten so worked up with the game between the two of you that you couldn’t utter a single thought.

You straightened up and whimpered when you felt your coil close to snapping, allowing the brief moment Frank needed to grab your chin and pull you to look at him as he asked, “Are you gonna cum, kitten?”

Your hands grasped your breasts as your hips relentlessly rolled over his swollen, seeping cock and you nodded furiously, moaning a ‘yes’ as best as you could.

He smirked at your response, using his free hand to help push your hips harder and faster on his cock. His fingers brought your chin close to his mouth, which he used to bite your bottom lip, gently pulling you in even closer so he could whisper in your ear huskily, “Always knew you could be by cum kitten. Go ahead, pussycat, cream on my cock.”

You yelped as you felt his tongue soothing over the shell of your ear. Your movements slowed as you were overcome with pleasure, but with the help of Frank’s hands on your hips, you came on his cock.

“Fu—Fran—uh.”

He smirked widely at your inability to speak, watching your body writhe above him as your cum seeped out of your sweet lips and on his cock, making him spurt his hot seed up against his chest.

Before you could sink against his chest, he brought his fingers to swipe up his mess and bring them to your lips, urging you to clean them off, “just like the ice cream, kitten.”

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ♥️

Hoo boy! I had a long day and some wine tonight which means I ain’t writing, so thank you @whatevertheweather @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @facewithoutheart and @fatalfangirl for giving me something else to do! 😆

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Who hasn’t done one yet? Tagging @mostlymaudlin (have I tagged you enough here? lol) @sillyunicorn @bookish-bogwitch @takitalks @johnwgrey

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BNHA boys after passing No-Nut-November

Yeah. It’s what it sounds like. Prepare to have your backs blown out folks 😌🤚

Characters: deku, denki, Kirishima, Aizawa, Hawks, Mirio

All characters are 18+

Warnings: Cockwarming, Overstimulation, rough sex, phone sex

Deku ~ Izuku Midoriya

Dude was literally DYING all of November

Because now that he has a girlfriend why wouldn’t he have sex??

But you seemed excited and suspicious of his ability to do it, so— like a true hero— he took on the challenge

He didn’t realize how used to sex he already was, and he sometimes woke up to himself humping a pillow in his sleep (but shh he didn’t tell you about that)

The two of you were texting during the night of November 30

And you could feel the desperation in his texts

Seeing the minutes tick by... 12:30... 12:45... 12:5

It was maddening

He didn’t want to come on too strong, so he decided that he would rather FaceTime you, because he though it would be less awkward (and there aren’t receipts if you say no)

But you were one step ahead of him

You had your alarm set to go off at 12:00 AM December 1st

He was startled when the annoying chime blasted out of your phone, stuttering on what he was saying

So you cut him off, turning your screen to show the time and asking “hey baby, do you want to come over?”

This mans eyes SPARKLED LIKE A KID ISTG

He didn’t even reply. You just saw a shaky view of his room and the sound of shuffling clothes and shoes, then the click of a door lock

He showed up at your door a few minutes later, after having hung up without another word on his way there

You opened the door and there were lips on yours, strong arms gripping your waist

Then groping your tits and ass

He never goes insanely hard

But that was the roughest sex you two had ever had

It honestly made not being able to have sex with him worth it for the absolute monstrous fuck you guys had

And it was a LONG session

You thought about calling in sick from work to stay with him and see if you could make your torn-apart body go for another round

Denki Kaminari

He gets zappy when he’s horny (like— literal electricity)

And he’s horny a lot because you refuse to let him have sec with you, and even worse— he can’t even Jack off to the thought of you

He tried to get away with it a few times only for you to feel the change of static in the air and come to his bedroom

He DEFINITELY would not have made it through if you hadn’t held him accountable the whole time

And even though at those times you were helping, you weren’t making it easy for him otherwise

You’d wear the short skirts that he liked and purposefully bend over to grab things from the floor, flashing yourself to him

It was funny to see how red he got and then how hard he got— smirking when you caught a glimpse at the tent in his trousers

So on November 30, he had it all planned out

He picked out an outfit for you, and set up his room all elegant

And he asked you to come over to spend the night

You were excited

It’s not like the two of always had sex impromtu, but there was never this level of preparation

You came in around 11 for a late-late night dinner (because what’s a sleep schedule— neither of you knew, that was for sure) of boxed macaroni

His lack of cooking ability was endearing

After dinner, he handed you a bag to go change into

It had thigh high socks, thigh harnesses, and a black and gold lingerie set

You looked hot— you couldn’t lie

When you came out you saw that the clock read 11:57

And Denki turned around, turning a bright crimson

You teased him “you picked this out, silly, why are you getting so flustered?”

He pulled you down to straddle despite how red he got

The two of you kissed until the clock hit 12

And it wasn’t like the two of you hadn’t kissed all month, but it felt special when you’d be intimate for the first time in a while

He brought you to the bedroom and the two of you spent a whole 3 minutes being romantic before both of you were ravaging each other

It was hard to tell who missed sex more between the two of you

But you were both relieved it was over

Red Riot ~ Eijiro Kirishima

During all of November, he decided that whenever he was missing your body, he would train

And he did OH HOW he did

He was big and strong and he’d taken on extra hours to work on his hardening quirk, and had shown a lot of improvement

You suddenly had to cope with the fact that your boyfriend got EVEN HOTTER, and you weren’t having sex with him

You even gave in a few times, begging him to fuck you, but every time he denied, “that’s not very manly of me to fail the challenge” he would explain and then head out to the gym

It’s fair to say that it sucked for you

So when November was ending, you made a plan

He worked long hours at his agency, so he wouldn’t be back until it was almost 12, which (you being the night owl you are) has never been a problem

But it was today

So, here you are at his agency, rapping on his office door during his lunch break

He hugged you and pulled you inside of his office like he’s done every day you showed up at his office since you started dating

But you were horny and so was he and the tension was high between the two of you

No one wanted to make the first move, because that would be admitting defeat

So you walked to the side of his desk, his eyes following your ass, and bend down to grab his lunch from the left drawer

You hiked your skirt up enough so that he could see a flash of your panties

You weren’t going to make this last day easy on him, but you weren’t trying to make him lose either

But he was on you after that

Hands on your hips, cock pressed against your clothed ass

And you were so in

You both lost your stubbornness quickly when the lust grew too hard to handle

So you let him pull your panties to the side and start thrusting

God you missed this

And he was so much stronger now

You let out moans as he co tinued, not caring if anyone out in their cubicles heard

You were Red Riot’s and he was yours

You both came, multiple times

And when he relaxed back on his desk chair which you collapsed on his chest

You decided to make the final blow

“You realize you lost, right babe?”

And deep red eyes met yours with a seriousness rivaling that of some prestigious heroes (which was hardly eijiro— everyone loved him as a refreshing kind savior rather than the usual aloofness of heroes)

“I could keep going if you want to be a brat.”

Eraser Head ~ Shota Aizawa

He’s not a very sex-motivated guy

But he definitely liked it every once in a while— especially with you

His baby girl struggling to take him, writhing in pleasure, cumming 2,3,4 times

He loves it

And he decides that he’ll still get to see his baby get pleasure, and just not get any of his own

So most of the month, if you were in the same room as him, you had a vibrator buried deep in your cunt

It didn’t feel the same as him feeling you up, but it was hard to sit still or focus when he was indirectly doing such lewd things to you

So November was long for you

And not in a bad way, but you were ready for it to be over, and you could tell he was, too

He was near his wits end from not getting to unload into his little girl, and it reflected on his teaching

You wondered if his students could tell he was lashing out because of sexual frustration

The thought made you laugh

So he cancelled or denied any plans anyone made that night, and so did you

You spent the afternoon together, watching tv mindlessly as you sat on his cock

That was something you two had done a lot more— cockwarming

It was nice to be so close to him

And he argued that the challenge was that he couldn’t cum, not that he couldn’t have his dick in you

So you agreed

And now it was nearing time, and he started slowly thrusting into you, both of your heads turned to the clock as you counted down the seconds until you could both cum

And when the clock finally shone 12:00, it was over for you

Brutal thrusts from underneath you left you with a cream-filled pussy, and then again on your hands and knees against the couch, and on the kitchen counter, and the bed

He had to make up for all the time he wasn’t able to pleasure you himself

So you let yourself be completely destroyed by his cock multiple times

Your legs were t even working past your 3rd orgasm, so he’d just carry you to his new destination

Hawks ~ Takami Keigo

He loved you, but this was not a hard challenge for him

He hadn’t got laid for most of his teenage years

And the two of you did it only on occasion before you teased the idea and he said that he didn’t think you could do it— not have sex with him

So it was more like no-nut-November for you

But you wouldn’t let his teasing be confirmed

So you stood your ground

The two of you made it through the first week with fire in your eyes— encouraged by the want to win against the other

Even the second week was fine

Then you walked in on him fapping like a teenager in your bedroom, surrounded by a few of your sentimental stuffed animals from when you were a kid and a pair of dirty panties

You didn’t intrude

You just let him

And your fingers made their way to the waistband of your panties

You were egged on by his moans seeping through the wall and to your ears

Gorgeous, erotic, and effortless moans that could make you cum without touching yourself at all

But here you are, rubbing your clit and dipping your fingers into your puffy cunt as he jerked himself off on your bed

The two of you never mentioned this

Neither of you were going to admit that that could t even last 3 weeks

You weren’t even sure he saw you, but you sure saw him

And it didn’t happen again, as much as you wanted it to

The sex wasn’t life changing when he could do it again

The real reason you two were together was because you love the other, and that didn’t go away just because you couldn’t fuck

So the two of you were solidified in the shared opinion that you would be happy no matter what happens

And you spend the night bare against his chest, wings brought around your body in a protective shield

Togata Mirio

He made it through the month just fine, usually too busy training and working to have time for you two to have sex

Instead the two of you work together and cuddle at night

And it’s satisfying, but it’s not mind-blowing for either of you

You’d much rather be able to have sex when he has an off night

He actually has a business trip spanning from November 27-December 3, which was a painfully long time for you

You had gotten your hopes up to be able to be destroyed by him

Instead you two FaceTime every night

And he’s too shy to mention it, but once November has passed, he’s aching to get back to you

Aching to get his cock back buried deep in you

You start touching yourself on FaceTime the night before his flight back

He didn’t notice at first

But he saw your arm flexing as you rubbed tight circles on your clit while listening to his voice

“Whatcha doing there sweetie?”

He asked it all innocent but you know better

You slide the phone down to show your pussy dripping with need

You hear him mutter a soft “fuck” before you hear the sound of unzipping and clothing falling to the ground, keeping yourself in view for him while he shows his equally needy cock on the camera

It’s blushing red on the top, so ready for you you wish you had a teleportation quirk

But the two of you were relieved to be doing just this after so long

And after you both came on your fingers, he promised he would give it to you so good when he got back

And he did not disappoint