#like. did the students who are more likely to have a giant leg up on the rest of school in terms of societal power/wealth/experience

[moonymode]

slytherin aus are a non-sequitur to me because the truth is that if that character was put in slytherin they wouldn't be "the same but more cunning" they would be a child immediately inundated by supremacist propaganda deliberately designed to groom the next generation of "eligible" wizarding youth into upholding a violently racist and classist system. this isn't something slytherin evolved into; it's literally the reason slytherin was founded as a house. "slytherins are ambitious" "slytherins are high-achievers" please think about why exactly the children of the blood supremacist house are more likely to achieve higher positions in society. slytherins don't bend rules in a charmingly roguish anti-establishment fashion, they're the ones writing them, they're the ones stacking the deck.

it's possible to write "good" slytherin characters, but first you have to recognize why the characters who lived in slytherin are almost always some flavor of racist villain. it's not "unrealistic" or unfair; that's a deliberate result, that's the whole point. there have been compelling narratives written around deprogramming and redeeming radicalized characters, especially children. that would be vastly more honest and interesting than pretending slytherin is actually just the tragically misunderstood edgy gifted kid house.

[cloudcountry]

OH MY GOD. THE MIX UP VALENTINE POST. YOU ATE!!!! could i rq a version with riddle, ace, deuce, octavinelle, and lillia? 🫶🫶

SUMMARY: you get a gift that was meant for the student you like, and the contents spur you to action.

COMMENTS: this is a spin off post of this post!! IM GLAD U LIKED IT ANON i was proud of that one myself ehehe

also the character limit is five so i picked azul from octavinelle

You stare blankly at the box of chocolate in your hands, the gift crammed into your desk haphazardly. At first, you thought it was for you—that’s what anyone would assume, right? Except...the note on top of it is not addressed to you, but rather, the guy you like. It makes you wonder if this is some joke, or if one of his friends wanted you to deliver it for him. You pick at the heart sticker sealing the note shut and peel it open, taking a peak of the contents.

Your eyes wide and your heart lurches in your chest, panic and annoyance roaring like red hot flames as you read what sounds like a genuine confession of love. Someone had their eyes on him? How did you never notice?

Was it weird to get jealous? I mean, he’s not even dating you yet...you don’t even know if he feels the same way. You can’t deny it doesn’t feel good that there’s another student trying to woo him, though. You’ve been so scared up until this point, so nervous about what he might think, but the clock is ticking. You’ve got to tell him before it’s too late.

Riddle sits up even straighter when he sees you approaching him with a heart shaped box and an envelope, his cheeks flushing pink. He clears his throat when you arrive, expression all twisted up as if you’re unhappy about something. Riddle turns to look at you, holding his chin high as he addresses you by name.

“Do you have something to tell me?” he asks, arms crossed over his chest.

“This is a pathetic gift for the Queen of Hearts.” you reply dryly, throwing the gifts on the ground and stomping on them, “Someone thought that would be enough for you, but I won’t stand for it.”

Riddle stares open mouthed at the torn envelope and crushed box of chocolates, but a giant bundle of roses blocks his line of sight.

“This.” you say, a bouquet of roses in one hand and an entire strawberry tart in the other, with the truffles from the box placed in a circle around it in your hands, “Is a far more fitting gift for courting the queen.”

Deuce freezes after he reads the note you gave him with a sour face, cheeks turning pink. He wonders why you look so upset when you just confessed how much you like him—even though the words seem a bit off...

“See, Deuce? I told you you were popular.” you scoff, wrinkling your nose in disgust.

You glare so intensely at the envelope that Deuce feels your anger and jealousy.

“Is this...not from you?” he asks softly, his heart plummeting out of his body. And here he was, getting all delighted and cheesy about it—

“Nah. It’s not.” you say flippantly, “I’m confessing my feelings in a much better way.”

Deuce gasps when you pull out a bouquet of dark blue roses, kneeling at his feet as you take his hand. He swears you see hearts in his eyes as he stares at the flowers and your face, which look up at him with determination he knows all too well.

“Deuce Spade, I want you to be mine.” you declare, and his legs turn to jelly as he babbles out an enthusiastic yes.

“I can’t believe someone who isn't me likes your dumbass.” you smack Ace’s arm as he snickers over the note, an immature gesture if there ever was one.

“Well, if you like this dumbass what does that make you, huh? A stupidass?” he quips, knocking his whole body against you.

You squeal and shove him back, sticking your tongue out at his shocked face as he falls off the bed.

“Really!? This is how you’re confessing your love to me?” Ace huffs, playful as always, “I want a divorce.”

“You idiot, I’m just speaking your language!” you snap back, throwing a pillow at his head, “All you do is tease and yap and jab so I’m giving you a taste of your own medicine!”

“Oh you’re on!” Ace jumps to his feet, pillow in hand.

It’s obvious he likes you back. It always has been. And even if that person hadn’t sent that note, you two still would have known just how much you care for each other, even if it remains (mostly) unsaid.

(You still trampled that note at least ten times during your pillow fight though.)

“Is this some kind of joke?” Azul says blandly, placing the letter down on his desk of his VIP Room, “This obviously isn’t your handwriting, nor is it your style of writing.”

“That’s because it’s not mine.” you say just as blandly, raising an eyebrow as Azul looks over his spectacles at you, “Were you hoping it was?”

“What is the purpose of this visit then? You bring me some random letter with a confession of love...don’t tell me you’re hoping to butter me up.” Azul chuckles, standing up as gracefully as ever, “You should know better than anyone that those tricks do not work on me.”

You stand up as well, arms crossed over your chest as you meet his stare with your own.

“Because, Azul, someone left that note in my desk. It was addressed to you, as you can see, so I bought it for you. What you just read is what encouraged me to take action.” you take a deep breath and summon all of your courage, there truly is no turning back now, “Azul, I am interested in pursuing a romantic relationship with you. I can assure you I’ve thought this over many times before coming to you with this proposal. If you’re willing, I would love to sit down and have a talk about the terms and conditions of this deal.”

You hold out your hand for a handshake.

Azul’s mouth forms an o shape, and for a second you’d say he looks shocked, but he composes himself quickly as is all too inclined to place his hand in yours.

“Well, well, well!” he beams, voice light and airy with what you can only assume is joy, “Let’s get negotiations underway, shall we?”

“Aww, you shouldn’t have.” Lilia coos, bringing a hand up to his mouth, “Why do you look so sour, sweets?”

“Because it’s not from me. It was stuffed in my desk and addressed to you.” you wrinkle your nose, the envelope clenched in your fist, “I don’t like the idea of someone confessing to you before I could.”

Lilia giggles, still hiding his mouth behind his hand. You stare blankly at him, tapping your foot so hard your ankle starts to cramp up.

“Oh, no need to look so anxious, dear. I’m sure you’re well aware of where my affections lie, yes?” Lilia approaches you, his fingers intertwining with yours as the envelope flutters to the floor, unnoticed and uncared for.

He doesn’t have much time left. He’s loved and he’s lost, he may as well go for what he wants while it’s still here, in front of him.

“That is such an indirect way of confessing.” you groan, squeezing his hand, “I even got you a whole bag of mystery flavored red lollipops...”

“Gifts are best shared, my dear!” Lilia laughs, pulling you over to his bed, “Now, hurry up! I want to see which flavor I get first!”

[wordsarelife]

—superman

pairing: theo nott x fem!reader

summary: theo won’t leave you alone after you broke your leg, you’re not sure you appreciate it that much

warnings: leg injury, but nothing else i think

students were jumping to the side as pansy parkinson was rushing through the halls of hogwarts, eager to spot the dark-haired boy she had been looking for for the past ten minutes.

“theo!” pansy called when she spotted him in the library, chatting away with the rest of their friends.

“hey, pansy” theo greeted but he furrowed his eyebrows when he noticed her expression. “are you alright?”

“it’s not me” pansy shook her head “it’s y/n”

the chair made a loud sound as it was pushed over the floor as theo stood up abruptly “is she alright?”

“she’s in the infirmary” pansy turned around and theo was close behind her, following her back out of the library and down the hall.

“what happened?” theo asked as pansy started moving even faster. “pansy”

“i think it’s something serious” pansy answered “she send me a patronus to get you and meet her there”

“shit” theo was brushing a hand through his hair, his face having lost all its color. they were rushing through the hallway and theo was trying his best to not fall into a sprint, fearing that pansy would not be able to keep up.

finally, the door to the infirmary flew open and theo and pansy walked into the room. a few curtains had been drawn close and madam pomfrey looked up at the sudden commotion.

“mister nott, miss parkinson” she greeted friendly and like she had suspected them both to arrive here soon

“where is y/n?” pansy asked out of breath

madam pomfrey smiled and pointed to the bed a few ones down. the curtain was closed and theo, closely followed by pansy, rushed forward, pulling it to the side.

“hey guys” you were sitting in bed, eating some jell-o. the rest of your body was under the blanket and a bit of your foot, wrapped up in blue bandages, showed up at the end.

“are you alright?” theo asked confused

“oh yeah” you laughed, making a throwaway hand gesture “i’m perfectly fine. poppy has been keeping me company”

“poppy?” pansy repeated confused. her and theo exchanged a glance, while you were busy waving at madam pomfrey

“this jell-o is amazing!”

“thank you, dear” she smiled and theo watched you gulp another giant piece of bright green jell-o.

“do you guys want some?” you held the bowl in their direction but both of them shook their heads.

“what happened? why are you even here?” theo asked

“yeah” pansy added, crossing her arms “and why do you call madam pomfrey poppy?” she whispered

“well, i fell down my broom” you brushed the blanket to the side, exposing your bandaged foot “it’s broken and it hurt like hell to put back in place, but whatever” you shrugged, slurping the rest of your jell-o down

“what?” theo and pansy exclaimed at the same time.

“i’ve been here for some time” you nodded “so poppy and i became kinda friends i guess”

“so when exactly did you have that accident?” theo asked exasperated

“oh, like this morning?” you wondered “right before classes began”

“it’s almost seven” pansy noted “that’s like ten hours ago, y/n”

“she’s right” theo nodded “you only thought about calling us now?”

“well you were in class and then i slept for a while, so yeah” you shrugged your shoulders, while your friends exchanged confused glances.

"so, y/n" madam pomfrey said when she came back to your bed "i'd say you're good to go. i got you a few more pain potions from professor snape that you can take whenever you feel like you need some, but apart from that you should be alright. we can remove the cast in two weeks, thanks to the quick healing potion i gave you"

"thank you, poppy"

the woman nodded, before she called for a house elf, who brought you crutches you could use during the time your leg needed to heal.

"you're free to take her back to the common room" madam pomfrey instructed pansy and theo. "she needs a bit of rest, but she should be alright to go back to classes on monday"

"so soon?" theo's eyes widened and the protectiveness was evident in his voice.

"of course, mr nott" madam pomfrey laughed at the boys eagerness "we don't want her to miss too much, or grow bored in her dorm, but i'm sure that y/n will gracefully accept any assistance you're willing to provide"

she really shouldn't have said that last part, because theo eagerly nodded. at that moment you had thought that theo's help would be a blessing, but over the coming week you quickly learned how wrong your judgement had been.

he spend every minute close to you, and with that there was no exception. even when you went to the toilet, he was waiting in front of the door for you to return.

he carried your books to every class, even if you didn't share it and made sure to wait after it was over. he often even carried you around, claiming that it had to be far too straining for you to walk around on crutches the whole day.

you loved theo for all the care he was directing your way, but you were also getting tired of it.

it wasn't until thursday that you were able to escape his sight for the first time. and that was only thanks to pansy and mattheo, who had promised you to keep him occupied so you could slip away.

you arrived at the infirmary quicker than you had thought was possible due to your injury, but you were sure it was because of the fear that theo was already chasing you.

"y/n" madam pomfrey said surprised when she saw you standing in the door.

"poppy" you ecxlaimed relieved at the sight of the older woman. "you have to give me something that'll make my leg heal faster, please"

"i can't" madam pomfrey shook her head "the healing potion i gave you a few days ago is the quickest there is. it's only one more week, i'm sure you can wait that long"

"no" you shook your head "another week is way too long"

"i'm sorry, but you'll have to endure that" madam pomfrey excused "healing takes time, sweetheart, like everything else"

"okay, sure" you nodded "can you take me back then? it's probably not beneficial for me to walk around and possibly jeopardize the healing"

madam pomfrey laughed and you send her a sulky look, before she suddenly stopped.

"oh" she exclaimed surprised "you were serious"

"of course" you crossed your arms, which was kind of hard with the crutches still in hand "i wouldn't joke about such a thing, poppy"

"but why would you—"

"here you are" you turned around slowly, like voldemort himself was standing behind you. it wasn't voldemort, but you had to admit, that you would've preferred him.

"theo" you smiled through clenched teeth.

"i searched half the castle for your whereabouts" now that he mentioned it, he did sound out of breath. "walking through the whole castle must've been tiring for you, why didn't you ask me to come with you? i could've carried you if necessary"

you turned your head to look at madam pomfrey, who seemed to slowly understand your situation as she looked a bit disturbed about theo's monologue. you send her a look to the extent of: this is what i had to deal with all week, before you turned back to the boy behind you.

"it's alright, theo" you smiled "i'm fine, really"

"are you sure, love?" theo furrowed his brows "because we do have to walk all the way back and down to the dungeons. you know what? maybe it would be smarter for me to carry you" he was already bending down, a hand on the small of your back, while his other was reaching for your healthy leg.

your eyes widened at that and you jumped away, so his hand was grabbing the air. theo furrowed his brows, but did not say anything, as he walked a step closer and tried the same again, with you hopping away just before he could reach your leg with his hand once more.

"what are you doing?" theo muttered as he grew embarrassed of your little charade in front of madam pomfrey.

madam pomfrey was grinning at the ridiculous dance the two of you were acting out in front of her eyes. she almost felt sorry for theo as he helplessly tried to lift you off the ground, back bend and his body in an umcomfortable stretch.

"what are you—" he reached around you and you quickly slipped away, hiding behind madam pomfrey. "y/n" theo sighed, when he looked up.

"i can walk on my own" you said defensively, one crutch in your hand, the other laying on the ground beside theo.

"but it's easier if i just carry you" theo pleaded "come on, don't be difficult"

you perked your nose up, offended by his words.

theo sighed again. "sorry, that was stupid" he shrugged "can i now help you please?"

you sighed too, exchanging a look with madam pomfrey, who shrugged, before you nodded. you hopped back in theo's direction. collecting your other clutch from the ground before your raised both of them up, waiting for theo to lift you.

"see?" theo mumbled, when you both had said goodbye to madam pomfrey and were on your way back to the slytherin common room. "it's way easier this way"

"yeah, yeah" you nodded, still a bit offended about the way he held you for completely uncapable. you knew he meant good, but god you couldn't wait to get rid of this stupid cast.

he sat you down on the couch, your leg prepped up beside you on a pillow and enlightened the flame in the fireplace.

"thank you, theo" you said reluctantly. "i really do appreciate your help, even if i think you could tone it down a bit"

theo smiled. "it's just who i am, i feel like it's my obligation to help my friends if they're hurt"

"it isn't" you assured "but thank you"

you had laid back your head, lazily closing your eyes. theo was right, walking around all day was tiring for you.

"don't be a baby, draco" pansy's voice made both theo and you shriek up. you had fallen asleep, his head on top of yours.

"it hurts terribly" draco said defensively.

"i can't be that bad when she let you go back to the common room after two hours in the hospital wing" mattheo remarked.

pansy and mattheo had walked in first. behind them draco... on crutches!

"i don't even understand that! y/n was there for a whole day"

"well, y/n's not such a nuisance" pansy remarked, dashing out of the way, before draco could hit her with one of his crutches.

"what happened?" you asked and it was only then that the three of them noticed theo and you.

"i broke my leg" draco answered "it was a terrible accident, actually"

"was it?" mattheo had to hold back his laughter. "we were trying to finish our divination project, when draco said it was stupid, spilled his tea and promptly slipped on it"

"yeah, as i said, terrible accident"

"deserved accident" pansy corrected "i was not finished with that cup"

"whatever" draco threw himself down on the cushion beside you "the next two weeks are going to be torture.“

"don't worry" you smiled "i bet theo is burning to help you. are you gonna carry him around too, theo?" you asked, turning to your brunette friend and trying hard to stifle your laughter at the expression on his face.

"oh that would be pretty helpful" draco muttered, before theo had a chance to intervene.

"i don't think i—" theo tried explaining, but you interrupted him.

"it's just who i am, i feel like it's my obligation to help my friends if they're hurt" you quoted his own words back to him, voice a bit lower than usual "weren't that your words?"

"i can't carry draco around" theo protested again.

"why not?" mattheo smiled smugly, having witnessed all the times theo had insisted on carrying you. "you did carry y/n around a lot"

"that's different"

"how is that different?" pansy wondered. you could see that she was enjoying the way, theo was helplessly searching for a way out of this conversation. "y/n's leg is broken, so is draco's"

"you can't really expect me to do this, guys" theo laughed uncomfortably, his laughter quickly dying out at all your serious expressions.

"don't you love me, mate?" draco asked disappointed and clearly high on medicine.

theo's face turned a shade paler. "draco, it's not that i don't care—"

"come on, theo," draco pouted dramatically, "i'm your best mate. plus, it's your obligation to help friends who are hurt, remember?"

you almost had to giggle. draco was acting totally out of character, clearly being the cause of all the medication madam pomfrey had given him. you could remember how you had felt after..

pansy crossed her arms, thoroughly enjoying theo's discomfort. "you can't argue with that, theo."

theo sighed deeply, realizing there was no way out. "fine, but only if you promise to stop calling me out for being too helpful."

draco's eyes lit up. "deal! now, could you please carry me to my bed? i think the couch isn't comfortable enough for my poor leg."

suppressing a groan, theo bent down to lift draco. as he did, draco whispered, "be gentle, theo. i’m very fragile right now."

"more than usual?" you laughed and draco crossed his arms, offended at the joke.

mattheo, pansy and you struggled to contain your laughter as theo gingerly picked draco up, muttering under his breath about "suffering for friendship."

draco grinned as theo carried him out of the common room. pansy turned to you, shaking her head in mock disbelief. "honestly, this might be the best entertainment we've had in weeks."

"agreed," you laughed, watching the spectacle.

you all shared a good laugh, your worries about theo's overprotectiveness momentarily forgotten. when theo returned, looking thoroughly exhausted, you couldn't help but smirk.

"enjoy your workout, theo?" you teased.

theo shot you a tired but good-natured glare. "just remember, y/n, i'm doing this out of love."

pansy snorted. "and draco’s enjoying every minute of it out of sheer spite."

"i think he'll come back to his senses tomorrow" mattheo announced, before he, quickly followed by pansy, excused himself to bed.

"in all seriousness" theo said, turning to you after your friends had left "i did it out of love for you too"

you smiled at him, admittedly feeling a bit bad about the way you had treated him, even though he was just trying to help you. "i'm sorry" you excused "i shouldn't have been as dramatic as i was, you were trying to be nice and i ruined it"

"i wouldn't want to change a single thing about you, you know?" theo shrugged "i admire that you always handle things on your own, but it was really courageous and sweet of you to accept my help."

"thanks" you grinned "and just so you know, i did it out of love"

theo's smile widened, his gaze softening as he looked at you. there was a moment of silent understanding between the two of you, a mutual recognition of feelings that had been simmering beneath the surface. slowly, he leaned in closer, his hand gently reaching up to brush a strand of hair away from your face.

your heart skipped a beat as his warm breath tickled your skin. the air around you seemed to crackle with anticipation as he closed the gap between you. his lips met yours in a tender kiss, a gentle affirmation of the unspoken emotions that had brought you both here.

when you finally pulled back, both of you were smiling, your faces flushed with a mixture of excitement and contentment.

“i’m glad i finally did that” he admitted.

"me too," you replied, your voice barely more than a whisper, your fingers gently tracing the contours of his cheek. "but you could've kissed me without hurting your back all week"

"well, any reason to be close to you is a good one" he grinned sheepishly, before he kissed you again.

[strawberrypoundtown]

Bullheaded

Bruce Soli x Witch!Reader

Your best friend talks to you about an issue he's been dealing with, hoping to maybe get some magical assistance from you. However, his issue evolves into something much bigger when he asks for some physical help too...

(This was technically supposed to be finished in time for 400 followers, but you guys are way too fast for me 🥲 we're already past 450 and I couldn't be more grateful 😭 i hope you guys enjoy this! This guy is part of a collaboration project between me, @the-witches-creatures (Ari and Bloom belong to her) and @silken-moonlight and I hope you enjoy! This took a lot longer than I wanted it to, and once again, I made it way too long lol I apologize for such a large gap between my posts, as I am currently still a busy college student, but I'm trying my best! I hope the quality makes up for it lol enjoy the show!)

Contains: size kink, weed use, oral sex, fingering, unprotected sex, boob job, loss of virginity, breeding kink, pregnancy risk, bulging, a lot of cum

"SON OF A BITCH!!" You heard Bruce suddenly bellow from his room angrily, followed by a loud crash. A long sigh escaped your lips as you broke your meditation and got up. It was a full moon. He knew not to disturb you when you were meditating, especially during the full moon. You got up with a huff and stomped over to his bedroom, throwing the huge heavy door open with the assistance of your magic.

"What the fuck do you want?! You know I need SILENCE during a full moon, you fucking dickhead!" You yelled at him. You were the only one that could talk to him like that without getting put in the hospital. You crossed your arms and furrowed your brow, ensuring he knew how pissed off you were. This shit always happened during the full moon. You saw him with his phone in pieces on the floor between his legs. He was sitting on the edge of his giant bed, tugging on his ears as he groaned in anger.

"Fuck you, bitch! I don't need your fucking attitude right now!" He yelled as he turned to you. Getting a better look at his eyes, they looked red and the fur under his eyes were wet from tears. However, the strange thing was that it didn't look like it was because he took too hard of a rip like you usually found him. In fact, his bong was completely untouched so far tonight from the looks of it. Your anger dissipated slightly as you looked at him. Sure he was a dickhead, but if something was really wrong, you did want to help.

"What's going on then? Why are you being an asshole?" You ask, scoffing a bit as you rolled your eyes. You knew jumping into feelings right away in conversations would go nowhere. You learned from experience.

"I'm not fucking trying to be!" He tugs at his ears again before burying his face in his hands. He grunts softly with each breath as he tries to calm down. He didn't want to be the cause of another noise complaint if he wasn't already. "Go back to your shit. I want to be alone and smoke." He grumbled as he went to open his stash box next to his bong on his bedside table. You let out a long sigh before walking over, literally jumping onto his bed because it's much taller than yours. He scoffs as he watches you in the corner of his eye, but doesn't tell you to leave. You liked to think that he liked having you around. At least a little bit.

As he absent-mindedly packed a bowl, his mind wandered. He had planned on going out to meet with a lady werewolf who needed help during the full moon, but he had gotten ghosted once again. As soon as he told her how big he was, she said she couldn't do it and didn't respond to his texts after that. That's why his phone was broken. He was so frustrated with this happening and had no idea what to do. Even other minotaurs didn't want him. Because of his temper and his size, most people couldn't handle him.

You could, though. A human witch. Although he found your presence annoying at the beginning of your friendship, he had grown to deeply care for you. You were always there, whether he wanted you there or not.

"Hey idiot." You say as you waved your hand in front of him to get his attention. He snaps back from his thoughts and looks down at you. "What's going on?" You ask with genuine concern. Concern for him. Concern you had shown him whenever he opened up to you. But he was frustrated that he had distracted you from what you were doing and didn't want to bother you. He stayed silent as he just stared at you for a moment, internally screaming out of guilt.

He didn't really understand much about your practice, but he knew the full moon was important for you, and you needed it to be as quiet as possible in the apartment. Usually, he'd be able to go out and practice with the band, but they were all busy. He figured that going out and hopefully getting laid for real for the first time would kill two birds with one stone.

That's right, folks, Bruce is a virgin. It wasn't from lack of trying, but everyone he had tried to sleep with found him to be way too big. No matter the monster, he was always left blue-balled and frustrated in more ways than one. It didn't help that you were always around. You always smelled so good. Poor guy couldn't even get any peace in his own room. The whole apartment smelled like you, even when you weren't around. It drove him crazy.

All of a sudden, his phone, now intact, plopped into his lap, and he once again snapped back to reality. He picked it up and looked it over before staring back at you. Why were you so nice to him when he treated you like shit? You always called him your best friend, but that statement made him sad in many ways. You deserved someone better to hold that title. He also wished he had a different title, but knew he deserved that one even less.

"There. I can perform a durability spell on it tonight if you want? It'll be extra strong since it's a full moon. I don't want to have to keep repairing it all the time." You said with a soft laugh, and he just nodded in response with a faint grunt. He could listen to your laugh for hours. You leaned in close to him and placed a hand on his thigh as you reached over, grabbing his phone from his hand. You used his leg to help yourself hop off the bed, and you smiled up at him. "Go ahead and smoke a bowl while I go do this, drama queen. It won't take long. Make yourself useful and pack me a bowl for when I get back too." You pat his thigh before walking out of his room, leaving him alone to his thoughts. The sensation of your hand on his thigh lingered for a moment after you left and he gently put his hand over top of where yours was. As touch starved as he is, he never tried to touch you. He was too worried about hurting you, as he had been too rough with you early on in your friendship and caused some pretty bad bruises. God he wanted to hold you though. He wanted you all to himself.

He slammed his palm into his forehead with a grunt before angrily grabbing his bong and his torch lighter. He needed to smoke. He couldn't keep thinking like that. He knew you deserved a kind, gentle guy. He wasn't kind or gentle. He was harsh. Hurtful. Harmful. That's how you got stuck with him in the first place.

He had recently transferred to your school halfway through senior year of high school. He had been expelled from his last school, and his grandma had contacted the school to see if anyone could keep an eye on him. When they were briefed on his temper and his size, the school administrators invited you to take on the role.

You were a bit of an outcast in your school, despite being surrounded by odd, magical creatures and fellow magic users. You often studied alone and in silence. You would perform unauthorized spell experiments during class, damaging things so you could repair them, and didn't talk to people unless spoken to. This led to people avoiding you, finding you odd or creepy.

So when you said you'd keep an eye on Bruce, they were surprised how quickly you agreed. To say he was shocked at your immediate yes after meeting him was an understatement. He had point blank told you that there was no way he was going to have a babysitter at school, much less a tiny human. Without a word, you used your magic to turn him into a large frog and told the administrators you agreed. He turned back. Eventually.

After that, you two were basically glued together. You got good grades, so you went out of your way to make sure he was caught up with the material. You always tried to help him the best you could, even if he was abrasive towards you. You knew from his Nonna that he actually seemed to have a soft spot for you, despite his protesting. You learned from her how to handle a lot of his outbursts. How his tempermental ass was related to such a sweetheart was a mystery to you.

You also had never told Bruce, but you had a huge thing for big monster guys. It was a big reason why you had said yes to keeping an eye on him. Or at least a huge bonus. The main reason was when you saw all the scars on his arms and face. You wanted to find out more about him, and it seemed like if you didn't take him, nobody else would have.

You heard the bubbling of his bong and the lighting of his torch as you finished up the spell on his phone in your room. It shouldn't break now. At least you had hoped not. Durability spells worked better on larger objects. The bigger it was, the harder it was to break. He had broken a few phones and bongs despite them being protected by your magic. He hadn't typically broken anything bigger than one of his large plates after you put the spell on all his things. However, even though his phone was the size of a tablet for you, it was still too small to be fully protected by the spell.

You let out a soft sigh and thought about all the nights you had thought about casting it on yourself. It was just a simple sigil, followed by a phrase you had made shortly after you had met Bruce. Once you had it mastered and tailored it to Bruce's strength, you slapped that thing on everything he would come in contact with that he used everyday. You just had to draw it on his stuff or carve it in if you wanted it to be extra strong. You had even considered finding a fellow magic user to tattoo it on you due to your... romantic interests.

You would have never admitted it to his face, but from the moment you saw him, you thought he was cute. What can you say? You like a big guy you could tame. You like an experiment. He was a giant, angry bull, and you wanted to ride him. You still did. But you knew his reputation. He never showed any interest in you and only saw you as a friend from your perspective. He had been with a lot of other people over the years, always busy on the weekends and late at night. As you walked back into his room with his phone, he was in the middle of rolling one of his giant joints.

"Really? Those things are massive. They make me feel like I'm sucking on a tail pipe." You groaned as you jumped onto his bed and crawled over to him. He rolled his eyes and scoffed, trying not to let his eyes wander as he watched you out of the corner of his eyes. The sight of you crawling onto his bed was something he enjoyed a lot more than he should.

"You're so fucking dramatic. This is for me. I already packed you a bowl for your bong, princess." He said with a small smirk tugging at his lips. He brought joint up to his lips, lighting it and inhaling. You suddenly snatched the joint from his lips, smirking as you brought to your own. "You couldn't handle this stuff. It's a special strength for bigger monsters like me." He softly grumbles, exhaling the smoke through his nostrils and into your face, rattling his septum ring.

"Oh yeah?" You jumped up on his bed and grabbed one of his horns with a giggle. You use his horn to tug his head closer to yours, purring into his ear teasingly. "I can handle more than you think."

"Fuck... don't do that..." He hissed through grit teeth. His voice dripped in an unfamiliar tone as he spoke. You felt your face flush as you quickly let go of his horn. His eyes snapped to look at you, and you felt a bit of fear for a moment. But when you read the look in his eyes, your heart started to pound. You hadn't seen him make that look before.

Lust.

"I-I'm sorry." You stammered as your face burned from the rush of blood. "I forgot you don't like your horns touched... did I hurt you?" You actually were a bit worried that you just hurt him or he was upset. He hadn't actually gotten upset with you in a really long time, so it was possible you just mistook his anger for lust, right? There's no way he actually looked at you like that.

He suddenly coughed and snatched the joint away from you, avoiding eye contact as he took a long drag from it. He hunched over as one of his elbows rested on his knee, his hand holding the horn you tugged on. You felt guilt well up inside you as well as tears. You knew minotaurs horns were sensitive, but you didn't think a little tug would hurt so badly. Then again, you didn't have horns. You felt awful for causing him any pain.

However, he was actually trying to fight the urge to pin you down on his bed and finger you until you were screaming. He may still have his virginity, but he was pretty talented at fingering and oral from what he had been told. You tugging on his horn and blowing smoke in his face made him so hard he was surprised he didn't rip his pants. He was hunched over to try and hide the massive bulge that appeared. He was trying his best to calm down from your sudden touch by smoking, but unfortunately for him, it just made him hornier. He always wondered if you had cast a spell on yourself to make you so irresistible.

"I'm fine... just... didn't expect that." He grumbled under his breath. That was an understatement. He noticed the room beginning to fill with smoke and that he had burned through half the massive thing already. He coughed a bit and put the half burnt joint out on the ashtray to save for another time. He tried his best to use his arms to cover his dick while he looked over at you. His blood ran cold for a moment when he saw you... crying?

"I'm so sorry... I didn't mean to hurt you or anything." You cry softly, your eyes extremely red from both the smoke and your tears.

"What? That didn't hurt me." He scoffs as he looks away. He acts offended at the suggestion you could hurt him, but in reality, he actually felt bad that he was making you cry.

"Then... why are you so upset about me touching your horn?" You sniffled and wiped your eyes. He looked back at you with his piercing green eyes for a moment and sighed.

"I'm not... upset with you... ugh, I know this sounds stupid, but I had a date for the full moon tonight, but she chickened out before I even went over... so I'm pent up and you know my fucking horns are sensitive. I don't know why you fucking touched them... Ugh! You always make it so difficult!" He bellowed before punching his wall above his headboard. Thankfully, this wasn't uncommon, and the durability spell on the wall was effective.

"What do I make difficult?! I make sure you don't destroy half your shit when you get like this!" You snapped back angrily as you felt yourself getting a bit annoyed with his whining.

"You make everything difficult! Living with you, your stupid incense and herbs, just your fucking scent is so fucking overwhelming. I can't take it anymore!" He bellows, hunching over with his head in his hands. "You make me fucking ache."

"... Huh?" You squeaked, confused.

"You cause me to act like this... I'm fucking pent up because of you. You're always around with your dumbass beautiful face and sexy body." He growls. "You have no idea how hard it is for me to keep my hands off of you all the time..."

"What if... I don't want you to?" You asked more as a question for yourself than for him. He rarely touched you, although you would touch him. You always wanted to know what his more gentle touch would feel like.

"What?" He asked, shocked at your suggestion. He stared at you, confused as you began to explain.

"Well, what if I don't want you to keep your hands to yourself?... what if I want you to touch me?" You had to look away as you spoke. You felt your face redden from embarrassment as you admitted what you really wanted.

"But... what if I hurt you again?" He grumbled lowly, clenching his fists in his lap as he sat up. Remembering the times he was too rough with you and hurt you was painful for him. You stuck by him through so much and still wanted to be around him to this day. He didn't want to cause you any pain.

"Oh, Brucie..." You began softly, resting a hand on his forearm. You were one of the few people that knew his real name, and you used it when you were more serious.

"Shut up." He snapped at the use of his real name as he rolled his eyes.

"You shut up." You retort as you look up at him and stand up on his bed. "Brucie, you won't hurt me."

"You don't know that. I've hurt you before." He says with a sad look in his eyes. The sight of the bruises he had given you back when you had first met were burned into his brain.

"There's only one way to find out." You gently take his giant hand in both of yours and look at him with a bashful smile. You felt his hand shaking as he tried to follow your lead, his other hand slowly reaching for you. He gently let's go of your hands and gingerly wraps his giant arms around you, pulling you into a tender embrace. His warmth surrounds you like a comforting blanket as you try your best to hug him back, wrapping your arms around his neck. You feel him let out a deep sigh and you do the same. One of your hands rubbed the back of his head, and the other rubbed between his shoulder blades. A deep rumble in his chest viberates through you as he relaxs at your touch. You can feel his tense muscles slowly relax through the fabric of his hoodie under your fingertips. He leans his wet nose into your neck and inhales deeply, making you shiver with a shakey breath.

"How do you smell so fucking good?" He groans, his hot breath bathing your neck. You have to hold your breath to ensure you don't moan. The way he was holding you made it impossible for you to move away due to his strength, but you also didn't want to. He suddenly snaps back to reality and pulls away from you, his large hands moving to gently hold your shoulders to keep you at arms length. "This is dangerous."

"What?"

"I can't stay gentle for long. I'll end up hurting you if we keep going..." He says with a hint of sadness in his voice. Your warmth felt so nice and he wanted more, but he knew holding back wasn't easy for him to manage long-term. He didn't want to put you at risk for his own selfish wants.

"Oh... um... I have an idea then, actually." You say while trying to avoid eye contact. You just needed to do the durability spell on yourself and grab that lube you have... but you didn't want to admit that you had special magic lube for fucking large monsters for when you used your toys. You didn't want to seem desperate, even if the puddle developing in your panties argued otherwise. "I-I can help with you being pent up..."

"What?" He asked, genuinely a bit confused. "Why?"

"I just want to help!" You lied. The truth was that you had wanted to fuck him for years. Longer than you guys had been living together, but it felt like when you guys moved in together that it would never happen. After you guys moved in together, when he wasn't with you at the studio or in the apartment, he was seemingly off getting his dick wet where-ever he could. It was frustrating, but you knew you probably wouldn't be able to handle him as a human anyways. However, you could experiment on your own. You had done research on how big an average minotaur dick was and had gotten a few different toys to work up to it, and a huge bottle of magic lube that was supposed to help humans accommodate larger monsters. Over the last couple of years, you were comfortably using the minotaur dildo without any issues as long as you used the lube. You would often have to buy more. A small smug smirk began to develop on his lips as he cocked an eyebrow.

"You want to help? What makes you think your tiny human body could handle helping me?" He said as he tilted your head up to look at him by using one of his fingers under your chin. He repeatedly looks down at your lips while staring into your eyes. He may have seemed confident in that moment, but he was actually trying to get you to back down. He thought you were joking about wanting to help to try and cheer him up. He thought playing along would make you chicken out.

"I, uhhhh... may or may not have magic lube in my room... and the durability spell should work if I cast it on myself, so theoretically I can help you... and you wouldn't have to hold back." You said with your resolve only wavering slightly. You couldn't look him in the eyes, and your face was beet red, but you didn't pull your head away from his hand. After a few moments of silence you looked up at him and you saw that his eyes were wide and his mouth was open like he wanted to say something, but nothing was coming out.

He was stunned that you actually had that stuff. Maybe you had been with more guys than he thought? No, he never smelled anyone coming over he didn't know about. Would have been nice to know you had magic lube. He could have been fucking you for weeks. Months? How long have you even had that lube for? Slowly, his resolve to hold back was dwindling at your words. He couldn't help but look you up and down, unintentionally undressing you with his eyes.

"Show me." Bruce commands with a deep growl, a dark look in his eyes as you slowly nod. You didn't want to argue with him if he looked like that. You jump off the bed and run over to his bedroom door, a bit wobbly from smoking. You hear him chuckle as you leave his room. "Hurry up, or I'll change my mind." You felt a bit dizzy from your high, but it could have been from all the blood in your cheeks.

As you got to your room, you walked over to your closet and sighed. You ended up with the smaller room in the apartment, of course. It still gave you more space compared to Bruce. You gently rubbed your cheeks as you tried to calm down and opened your closet. You had a large box on the top shelf that you kept everything in. As you were pulling it down, you heard familiar stomping coming towards your room. Shit. You dropped the box on the ground and quickly opened it, grabbing the lube before trying to close the box before he walked in. However, your timing wasn't good enough, and he walked in just as you had grabbed the lid to put it back on. You could have died right there on the spot as he stared at your collection of giant sex toys.

"Woah... I didn't think you were that much of a slut. Examples of real dicks you've taken?" He laughs as you felt extremely embarrassed, but still felt the need to defend yourself.

"Shut up! I'm a virgin, okay?! I haven't been with any other guys!" You blurt out without a second thought as you slam the lid back on the container. Your hands snap to cover your mouth as instant regret sets in. You didn't want him to know that. You didn't want him to know that you jerked off with those toys, hoping that he'd replace it. You let out a long sigh while you worked up the smokey courage to admit more. "I've only ever had an interest in a particular guy if I'm being completely honest..."

"Oh." He felt a pang of guilt as his heart sank. He felt awful for putting pressure on you. Why was he also upset that you were interested in someone else? "Who?"

"W-well, he's always near me... he's strong... makes me feel safe... he's, uh..." You glance down at the bulge in his jeans and swallow before looking up at him. "B-big..."

"Is it fucking Aram? That son of a bitch!" Bruce grumbled angrily, unable to hold back his temper and punching the wall. Thank god you made sure almost everything in your room had the durability spell too. He was frustrated that you wanted him as practice for his annoying manager. He wanted to kill him in that moment. "Fucking creep!"

"Wha- it's not Ari!" You yell in annoyance. Bruce was so dense. "It's you, dumbass! I'm interested in you! I wouldn't have wanted to fuck you for my first time if I wasn't!" You were fed up. You were done trying to throw hints around. He stood there for a moment, seemingly trying to process what you said.

"WHAT?!" He bellowed, shaking the walls of the penthouse before clearing his throat and trying again. "You're interested in me?"

"W-why do you think I have all those toys and that lube? I'm not stupid. I know minotaurs are big... I didn't want to be totally inexperienced..." You scoffed softly, trying to play it cool, but miserably failing with how you couldn't even look at him and your face being dark red.

"But why me?... I'm an arrogant asshole that takes up all your time and energy... you deserve better than me... I drive you crazy." He states gruffly, but you can still hear a hint of sadness despite his attitude.

"Yeah, but have you ever thought about how you make me crazy? You always try your best to be nice to me. You take care of me and protect me. I get to travel all over and smoke weed all day with you. I wouldn't have the life I have if it weren't for you." You say with a soft, genuine smile, approaching him as he backs up into the wall. His heart fluttered in his chest as he listened to you. "If all I have to do is make sure you don't break anything and repair a few things, I'm more than happy to take on more..." You hesitated for a moment, unable to stop yourself from looking over at his bulge before quickly looking away again. "Um, responsibility..." His breath catches in his throat as he looks at you. He stared down at you with wide eyes for a few moments before they narrow.

"I need you to do that fucking spell now." He says in a deeper voice than you're used to. It took you off guard.

"What? N-now?" You stammered softly. You worried you got him upset again.

"Just fucking do it." He growls in a more commanding tone. The sound sent a shiver down your spine, but also stirred your excitement. You didn't argue though, just quickly grabbing the closest marker and standing in front of your mirror as you tried to carefully draw the sigil on your lower abdomen under your belly button. It technically would work if you drew it anywhere, but you figured that you might as well have it close to what you wanted protected. You tried your best to stop your hands from shaking as you could see Bruce in the mirror, waiting. You could see the bulge in his pants grow bigger by the minute as you worked on getting the sigil drawn. Once it's done, you whisper your incantation, and a faint electric shock washes over your whole body out from where the sigil is.

"There. It should be ready- Ah!" You squealed as he suddenly grabbed you by the waist and threw you over his shoulder without a word. You brace yourself on his shoulder as he keeps one hand on your waist to keep you from falling.

"You're such a bitch. I can't believe you fucking hid this from me." He growls before delivering a swift smack to your ass, earning a screech from you. It was hard, but it didn't hurt other than a sting. Either he was still being gentle, or the spell worked. Thank god. You let out a moan involuntarily as his large hand rubbed and groped your ass through your shorts. What did you get yourself into? "How long have you wanted to do this?"

"A while..." You admit quietly as you watch his ass, a bit distracted by the view until his hand connects with your ass once again.

"How fucking long?" He growls, growing impatient.

"Y-years!" You admit, gripping the back of his sweater as you squeeze your thighs together tightly. You hoped he couldn't smell your arousal, but you could hear him sniff the air a bit as he started moving. He made his way back to his room and kicked the door closed. The door slammed on it's hinges, startling you for a moment before Bruce suddenly throws you onto his large bed and you land with a bounce. He tosses the lube onto the bed and it lands with a bounce a couple feet away from you.

"Really? Years?" He asks, pulling off his hoddie to reveal his muscular upper body. He had many large scars visible through the fur of his chest and arms, and many more you knew about that were hidden underneath. He had gotten a bit of soft belly over the years of being on the road and eating takeout, but you thought he was still hot. You always thought he was. You wanted to kiss every single scar on his body and tell him that. "Even now?"

"Yes." You admit with a sly smile. The haze of smoke that still lingered in the room made you feel warm, and maybe a bit overconfident. You're taken by surprise as he crawls over you on his hands and knees, a grin spreading across his face as his imposing form casts a shadow over yours.

"Shit... you made me wait so long... I'm gonna enjoy tasting you, princess." He presses his large wet nose against your neck and inhales softly. His tongue slides out and licks along your collarbone and up your neck. He pulls away just enough so his face is in front of yours. He can't help but stare into your eyes before crashing his lips against yours in a passionate kiss. Your hands quickly find his chest and run upwards, wrapping around his neck as you moan against his lips. His large tongue slides into your mouth as he moves one of his hands to pull your shorts off. He pulls off your shorts and panties in one smooth motion.

His tongue filled your mouth so much it made you gag, but you didn't care. You had craved him for so long. And after knowing the spell works, you couldn't wait for him to just fuck you, but feeling him finally touch you was more intoxicating than the smoke he smelled like. You felt him slowly pull his tongue out of your mouth and pull away from your lips. You gasp and pant as you realize you had forgotten to breathe the whole time.

"B-bruce-" you speak shakily as you stare up at him with your gorgeous, lust drunk eyes. He lets out a soft groan as he suddenly rips your shirt with the hand that was groping your boobs and throws the shreds off to the side.

"Say my fucking name, witch." He growled as he starts to move down. He positions himself so his head is between your legs, braced on his elbows with his hands holding your hips much gentler than you were expecting.

"Brucie... please." You were quickly silenced by a squeal as his large tongue slid between your wet folds, giving your pussy a long, teasing lick. His nose pushes against your clit as his hands grips your hips a bit tighter.

"Oh fuck... You taste so fucking good..." He moans softly against your pussy lips, making you involuntarily grind against his face. He grins and keeps lapping at your pussy.

"Shit." You moan as his tongue slides into your needy pussy. He knew he'd never be able to fit his dick inside you without stretching you first, even with the spell, so he was glad he was talented in other ways to help the process. His thick tongue fucked you as you threw your head back, moaning loudly. You kept trying to buck your hips, unsure if you were trying to get away or get more, but he kept you held firmly in place for him with his rough hands. He wasn't letting you go anywhere. And he was eating you out like he was starved.

You squirmed in his hands as his flat nose rubbed your clit. His tongue kept thrusting in and out of your wet pussy, curving to hit everything just right and listening to your moans to make sure you were enjoying yourself. Your thighs clamp down on the sides of his head as you feel yourself getting closer to the edge. You suddenly grab his horns and he moans into your cunt, the vibration sending you into your first orgasm of the night.

"You're lucky you taste so good..." He chuckles as he pulls his mouth away from your drenched pussy, moving one of his hands from it's place on your hips to grab the lube. "Grabbing my horns made me real impatient now... but I need to make sure you're ready for me..." He sits back on his cloven feet as he squirts some lube onto his index finger. You take the opportunityto adjust yourself comfortably, biting your lip as you wait in anticipation of what he's doing. He puts the lube next to him as he moves his finger to press against your entrance. He rubs your outer lips with the lube, making you squirm as he teases you. He places his free hand gently on your lower abdomen to keep you still as he pushes his finger into your pussy. You stretch around him as his digit slowly fills you. It felt like the human sized toys you had tried before, but a lot better. A low grumble resonates from his throat as he looks down at you with a smile. "You're so tight... even with all that work you put in..." His voice and what he said made you clench around his finger, moaning as he slowly pumps his finger inside you.

The magic lube did have an odd side effect you had forgotten to mention. It used a mild aphrodisiac to help with the 'relaxing process' and because you were human, mild aphrodisiac mixed with smoking weed usually made your mind only think about him and what he'd do to you. It had just been fantasy for the longest time, but experiencing it now was making your brain melt. His hand on your abdomen gently pressed down as he started to move his hand a bit faster, earning plenty more desperate moans from you. A mix of your juices and the lube were dripping from your pussy and onto his sheets, but he didn't care. They were going to get a lot more messy soon enough.

"You seem eager... Ready for another one already?" He asks, slowing down for a moment as he teases your slick hole with another one of his thick fingers. You nod eagerly, opening your mouth to say yes, but only moans spilling out. A deep chuckle comes from him as he grins and eases another finger inside you, speeding up the pace again. You felt a sting for a brief moment before the lube helped you accommodate him. Two of his fingers was almost too much for you, but the lube was working wonders, just like his fingers. "I haven't had anyone take my fingers so well. Impressive for a human."

Bruce chuckled again as his fingers worked inside you, pressure building once again as you felt yourself close to your second release of the night. He can feel you getting close, so he adds a bit of extra pressure on your belly, and he curls his fingers to hit your g-spot. Your eyes roll back as he keeps up the pace, forcing your orgasm out of you as you scream out in pleasure. Your body shakes and your pussy twitches around his fingers as he grins and slows to a stop. Your sweaty, stunning body was tembling under him, and he was drinking up the sight.

"Fuck, you're so desperate for me baby. You already came twice." He moves his hand from your lower abdomen to place his hand next to head. He leans down and kisses you, groaning against your lips as he feels you buck your hips to try and get more friction inside you again. "You're always so fucking impatient." He whispers as he slowly pulls out his fingers and gets off the bed. You whine at the empty feeling, sitting up as you watched him take off his jeans. In the process, his phone fell out of his pocket. He grabs it and sees a text on his phone.

Bloom: close your fucking window Bruce. The whole city can hear you guys.

"Ah, shit." Still in his boxers, he walks over to close his window before walking back over to the bed with a sigh. "Where were we?" He says with a grin, making sure you were paying attention before he finally took off his boxers. You watch him closely as he reveals his dick, and your jaw drops slightly. It's bigger than your fucking arm. His thick, vieny cock bounces in front of you as you can see precum drip from his rounded tip and onto the edge of the bed. Thank god for magic lube, or you wouldn't have been able to fit him inside at all. You have to look away before you start drooling, and you look up at him. Upon looking at his face, he's avoiding eye contact and actually looks a bit nervous. An idea pops into your head based on the look on his face and how his dick is twitching, clearly eager for what's to come.

"Are you a virgin too?" You pipe up quietly. His eyes snapped to yours and he spots the shit eating grin spreading across your tired face.

"Excuse me, bitch?" He questions, annoyed that you had even suggested it. Sure, you were right, but how dare you? He's caught off guard by you getting on your hands and knees to crawl over to him. Your legs were still a bit unstable, so you were shaking a bit, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't love the sight of you crawling to him. His dick twitched more in response and you bit your lip.

"It's not a bad thing if you are, Brucie." You sat back on your heels at the edge of the bed and grasp his dick in both hands. You feel him tense under your touch. His dick is so heavy in your hands as you gently rub your hands along his length. He moans and shivers in response, his hands gripping his thighs as he tries his best not to grab you. "You seem happy to have my attention like this."

"F-fuck you." He grunts out between moans and closes his eyes for a moment. He sucks in a breath as he suddenly feels your tongue on him, his eyes snapping open to watch you lick and kiss all over his dick.

"That's exactly what I want. And I know this guy wants it too. Do you?" You giggled as you position yourself so his dick is resting between your boobs. You use your arms to squeeze them together around his cock the best you can while each of your hands grip his cock as well. You can't get your mouth around his tip, but you still lick and suck the tip the best you can as you use your upper body to jerk him.

He stares at you with wide eyes for a moment before cupping your face gently and watching you enthralled. He's never had anyoke try to do this for him before. It may not be a normal blow job, but the fact that you wanted to try and make him feel good too drove him crazy. He can't help but gently thrust against you as you try your best to jerk him. He didn't want to interrupt whatever you were doing, but it just felt so good...

"O-oh fuck-" He stammered out, trying to pull away, but you kept a surprisingly strong grip. He was twitching widely against you and you could tell he was close already. Poor guy must be so touch starved. After only a few more thrusts, he bellows and groans as one of his hands dig his blunt nails into his thigh. He cums hard, moaning as you continue to jerk him and lick him until the ropes of cum came to a stop. You latched your mouth onto his tip and you tried you best to swallow but he came so much and the rest spilled all over your chin and chest. He was shaking a bit, panting as his vision refocuses on you once again.

"I didn't expect you to cum so quickly." You said with a giggle, slowly pulling away and letting his dick fall. "Too bad. I wanted more still." He groans as he looks over you, messy with his cum. As he catches his breath, he suddenly pushes you back on his bed, grabbing your legs and pushing them back against your chest. His dick quickly springs back to life as he sees you under him, covered in his cum. It's all over you like you just stepped out of a gang bang, but it was just him. You were both loving it.

"I never said I was done... and after you came on my face and my fingers earlier, I deserve your hot pussy wrapped around my dick and ready to take everything I give you..." He growled, his eyes showing pure lust as he roughly pushes you back onto the bed. As you flopped onto your back, he was quick to spread your legs and position himself between them.

"Is that a threat or a promise?" You giggled softly before seeing him run his messy cock along your folds, your overstimulated clit throbbing. He grabs the lube once again and coats his cock in it while still grinding against your pussy. As he presses his thick tip against your entrance, you realize he's gonna fuck you without a condom. "W-wait, no condom? What about-"

"I'm not fucking wearing a condom when you've been teasing me for so fucking long..." He growled through grit teeth. You didn't even want to argue. You wanted to feel him. All of him. You didn't want a condom on him either. You weren't on birth control, and he knew that. "I'm gonna fuck you until you're fucking pregnant."

His words made you feel hotter than you cared to admit. Without another word, he starts to ease himself into you with a stiffled groan. You moan and shake as his cock stretches you with a slight sting before melting into pleasure. It takes a minute for you to adjust to just his head before he starts to thrust his hips, slowly pushing deeper and deeper. You were already on cloud 9, and so was he. It took some work, but once you took him all the way, he couldn't help but hold himself inside for a few moments. He was panting heavily as you felt every throb and twitch he made inside you, just like how he could feel every squeeze and flutter your walls made. Your stomach was bulging from his size, leaving you getting even more hot and bothered with every second he sent just having you cockwarm him.

"Fuck... you feel even better than I thought you would..." He groans as his massive hands grasp the back of your thighs, pushing your knees back against your chest. You gasp and don't have a chance to say anything before he suddenly starts to thrust like a wild animal. The sudden jolt of intense pleasure nearly blinds you, everything inside you that made you scream, being hit all at once. Your pussy squeezes his cock hard as only a few thrusts in you're already ready to burst and he moans at the sensation. "Already gonna cum? Such a slut. Be a good slut for me and cum on my fucking dick. I'm not fucking stopping."

You didn't need to be told twice, screaming out in pleasure as you came hard, your vision going white as he just continues to fuck you like nothing is happening. You can't think straight, just moaning and quivering as he continues to rail you through your most intense orgasm to date.

You finally start to come down from your high after what feels like hours, but in reality it was only a couple of minutes. You feel him start to throb once again, his thrusts getting more sloppy and his hands shaking as he keeps your legs held in place. It felt like he was going to break you in half, but you didn't care about anything, but your next rapidly approaching orgasm. He leans down and his large tongue licks the sweat from your neck, his hot breath bathing your neck and leaving goosebumps on your skin.

"F-fuck... I'm close already... what did you do to me? I think I'm fucking addicted to you..." He groans in your ear, his words turning you on even further as he drinks up your moans directly into his ear. "You want my cum baby? I can feel you getting close, too. I want you to beg for my cum baby. Fucking beg for me."

"F-fucking cum in me, please!" You moan out, his thrusts getting even rougher as he grunts. His last bit of restraint is gone as he fucks into you like a machine, unrelenting. You feel his cock throb wildly, his hips and heavy balls snapping against yours in a final rough thrust as he cums inside you. You cum with a screaming moan and clamp down on his dick, milking his cock as he bellows and dumps his load inside you.

You're both panting and trembling as he fills you up for what feels like forever, your belly bulging due to both his cock and his cum. You're both high on endorphins and super strong weed, so both of you have to take a pause before he attempts to pull out. He tries to go as slowly as possible, hissing with a grunt as the head of his dick pops out, his cum spilling out of you and onto his sheets. He groans at the sight before biting his lip and getting up.

"Fuck... you really are addicting..." He grins as he crawls over top of you, pressing his hand gently on your belly as the rest of his cum flows out of you. You moan softly, and he takes your lips in a tender kiss before picking you up and carrying you to his bathroom. He placed you down on the counter as he grabbed a face cloth and dampened it before carefully wiping you down. You can't help but moan as he rubs your sensitive body, shaking as he cleans up your pussy as well and avoids the sigil on your stomach. He watches your every move as he bites his lip hard, trying to keep himself from fucking you further. He kisses you once again before grabbing another face cloth and putting it in your hands.

"Finish cleaning yourself if there's anywhere I missed. I'll be back. I'm gonna go change my sheets." He says with a small grin as he turns to leave the bathroom. It's not like you could go anywhere if you wanted to. The durability spell and the lube worked great, but you were so sensitive and high that you would fall on your face if you even tried to walk. You cleaned your face and tried to clean your hair was best you could. You needed rest. You could shower in the morning.

Once he was done changing the sheets, he came back wearing boxers, with one of his shirts in his hands and puts it on you without asking. He then picks you up and carries you back to his bed, pulling back the covers and putting you down gently. You giggle, his bed nice and soft and his shirt nearly being a floor length dress for you. You stick your hands out the arm holes and smile up at him as he crawls into bed next to you.

"Thank you, Brucie." You say as he covers you both with his plush blanket and pulls you into his chest.

"Shut up. I wanted to make sure you were comfortable. You need to rest." He whispers gruffly as his arms surround you. "We have a long day tomorrow." You smile and nuzzle your face into his chest, letting your exhaustion take you after he kisses you goodnight.

As you're drifting off, you can swear he whispers, "I love you."

[jedi-enthusiast]

Yk one thing I barely see talked abt is the fact that Mace Windu's lineage and thus legacy is one of the longest Order 66 surviving ones in Star Wars WHO STAYED TRUE TO THE JEDI ORDER'S PRINCIPLES.

Like damn, Mace rly managed to establish a liniage of highly competent and compasionate Jedi. The Shatterpoint Lineage either outlasted or survived for nearly as long as the Disaster Liniage who pretty obviously stopped truly representing Jedi with Obi-Wan (only rly returninh to the true jedi way with Luke if ya see him as part of that lineage)

Like- who do we have in the Shatterpoint lineage ?

-Master of the Jedi Order , died trying to save the galaxy from the Sith

-Former council member, died saving her padawan from her brainwashed men

-Rebel Jedi training a student despite everything that went down , died saving his padawan & loved ones from a giant explosion

-THE GUY LITTERALY ABLE TO GET THE CHANCE TO FORCE TIME-TRAVEL WHO SEND HIMSELF INTO EXILE TO PROTECT THOSE HE LOVES & THE GALAXY

And who do we have in the Disaster Lineage :

-Guy with questionable methods who did his best

-OBI-WAN who rly doesn't need any explanation (who's also the last true Jedi with expection of Luke (if you counf him) to come out of this lineage)

-a genocial manbaby with an alergy for any sort of moral code or basic logic

-a pick me shitting on her own adoptive family, who isn't even a Jedi if we are being honest (sry Ahsoka, but your character to assasinated to a point where I just can't anymore)

And honestly ? It says a LOT that Mace Windu's lineage stands as pretty much last bastion of a true Jedi Lineage from the old Order.

Agreed 100%

And ngl I find it so funny that people constantly praise the Shatterpoint lineage- (Depa, Kanan, Ezra) -and then shit on Mace like, my dude, WHO DO YOU THINK TAUGHT DEPA AND PASSED ON THOSE VALUES TO HER AND THEREFORE HIS LINEAGE???

But no, Mace's lineage is by far the best imo---I love Obi-Wan and Luke and Yoda, but they get negative points for having not one but TWO genocidal fascists in the lineage- (Dooku and Anakin) -and then someone who thinks the Jedi brought on their own genocide- (Ahsoka) -and then someone who decided that the fate of the galaxy was less important than her feelings and probably kickstarted another war- (Sabine, apparently, since Felony shoe-horned her into the lineage).

Meanwhile the Shatterpoint lineage has the head of the Order who almost won the Clone Wars and stopped the Empire from being created, who only failed because he was betrayed- (Mace) -then an amazing and empathetic general who was literally so selfless that she sacrificed herself to save her padawan- (Depa) -then someone who fought against the Empire, successfully overcame his own issues to both train a padawan and then forgive those who he thought willingly murdered his family, and then sacrificed himself to save his family and give the Rebellion a leg up on the Empire for the Battle of Lothal- (Kanan) -and finally someone who let go of all his grief, rejected the Dark Side SEVERAL TIMES, and then sentenced himself to a life in exile to protect the galaxy from a genocidal fascist- (Ezra).

Like...there's really no competition here.

In the Imperial Era, Mace was probably sitting back as a Force-ghost, watching the Disaster lineage fuck up the galaxy and then have to fix it all over again, smugly staring down Obi-Wan and Yoda like-

Mace, smugly: Hm, did you know that today Kanan taught Ezra how to connect with animals? I'm so proud of them.

Obi-Wan, watching Anakin commit even more mass murder and Ahsoka blame the Jedi for Anakin's actions: Must be nice.

Yoda, staring down Dooku, who literally tried to take over the whole galaxy with a fascist regime: Yes. Nice, it must be.

[misteryladys2]

Part 2-Nostalgia

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠:Genderbend!Yellowjackets x reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: mention of blood, language, murder, alcohol and drugs and suggestive themes.

Other chapters: ∆×

1.21k words

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The snow was falling slowly now. Thick, silent flakes draped the trees like veils of dead cotton.But on the ground, cutting through the pure white, a red trail marked the way.

The boy's body, as pale as the scenery, was being dragged by his legs by two figures.

The masks they wore looked like stitched skin. Where their eyes should’ve been— just black holes.

The bodies, hidden by layers of thick, snow-covered clothing, looked like creatures, not people.

The corpse was naked, its white blouse had been removed.

But he wouldn't have needed it anyway.

His body was dragged to two trees - his legs were wrapped in ropes, securely fastened.

His body is lifted between the two trees.

Like a pig in a butcher's shop.

A third figure appears.

His face is covered in a thin, almost ethereal cloth, but it hides everything except his eyes - dark, deep-set eyes like pits.

He walks up to his prey a knife in one hand.

The cut is quick. Deep. Precise. The neck opens like a flower.

And the sound... The sound is horrible.

Like a broken faucet. The red poured out in thick streams, splashing onto the pure snow, staining the white with ruin.

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Yellow and black flags fluttered in the hands of the crowd.

The gym was strangely quiet.

The stands were packed—students buzzing with anticipation.

The energy was pure, youthful adrenaline.

In the corner of the court, two coaches stood like statues.

One older, the other more rigid.

They watched every movement closely, but one of them kept glancing at the boy beside him

Miles.

Blond curls. Eyes wide with excitement.

He wore an official team shirt that was just a bit too tight— as if he wanted to belong in it with every ounce of his being. Miles laughed. He jumped. He clapped harder than anyone else.

The coaches exchanged brief, silent looks.

They noticed. But said nothing.

"And now… your boys from New Jersey!!!"

Euphoria.

The back doors of the gym burst open. The team rushed in.

Jack came in first. A flash of gold light brown hair bouncing as he ran, basking in the crowd's cheers.

He grinned sideways, chewing gum, the lights catching the sweat on his forehead.

The girls screamed his name.

Then came Charlie. Sean. Vince. Tyler...

Each carried their own energy— swagger, confidence, a masculine pride soaked in sweat and triumph. They lined up with near-choreographed steps, fully aware that every eye was on them— and loving it.

Miles shouted from the corner, jumping, calling out to them. But slowly, his excitement started to draw glances from the coaches again.

The boys took their place in the center of the court, lined up in a row facing the bleachers.

They moved in sync as the school mascot— a giant wasp with glowing eyes—began circling them, spinning to the blaring music.

But one boy didn’t join in.

At the end of the line, a boy with bleached, Shaggy cut hair stood still.

Nate.

He didn’t look at the audience.

Not at the mascot. Not at the applause. His eyes were locked on a single point in the stands.

There— half-hidden among the students— was her.

The girl.

She looked out of place, a quiet figure who couldn’t quite match the joy of the crowd. She clapped and smiled—happy for their win. But something in her gaze shifted. Like a weight pulling her focus elsewhere.

To Nate.

He didn’t smile. She didn’t either.

She didn’t wave. Neither did he.

But he kept looking. And she looked away, shyly.

There was something there.

Something silent.

Something only the two of them could feel.

A story that started long before the championship.

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The music pulses in the distance, muffled by the canopy of trees surrounding the clearing.

Teenagers dance, shove each other, smoke in circles, and laugh too loudly. Bottles pass from hand to hand with thoughtless ease.

The fire from the central bonfire licks at the frosty air, crackling with bursts of ember.

She is there, sitting on a fallen log. Her body curled forward, arms wrapped tightly around herself. The flames reflect in her eyes, giving her an even more lost expression than usual.

The music doesn’t reach her.

A plastic cup slips slightly from her fingers.

It’s empty. She doesn’t remember finishing it—maybe she forgot. Her throat feels sour, her head light.

Something feels… loose, untethered, inside her.

“Go relax.”

her father had told her earlier.

After all, tomorrow morning she’d be flying with the soccer team. And in a way… she was relaxed. The smell of alcohol and weed clung to the air, she’s not even sure if she actually drank anything, or if someone just handed her the cup and she held onto it.

“You’re a fucking sociopath!”

someone shouted in the background.

It sounded like Sean—probably yelling at Tyler.

Images from the earlier practice came back in sharp, violent flashes:

The sound of bones snapping. That metallic stench of blood.

It rose up in her throat again—bitter, acrid.

The freshman’s screams. Alex, collapsed on the ground.

She had been nearby—helpless.Just waiting for her dad to finish helping the boys with their training before the trip.

Everyone had stared, frozen in horror. Especially Tyler.

He had caused it.

“Holy shit…”

Bernie, the other coach, had muttered.

It was nauseating.

She shook her head now, trying to force the memory out. And then she felt it.

A stare.

From the shadows— through the trees.

A boy.

Hard to make out, her vision was swimming, the alcohol was catching up.

He stood completely still, alone. Too quiet for such a loud place.His face was half-lit by the fire.

He didn’t smile.

He didn’t move.

He just watched her.

She frowned, uneasy, and then the image sharpened.

“Miles?”

She whispered, more to herself than anyone.

She blinked, tried to focus.

He was gone.

She looked around, confused. Where had he gone?She stood there for a few seconds, heart quietly pounding.

Somewhere in the background, someone laughed loudly. Another voice shouted that they were out of booze.

[muffymello]

Night Owl

(Roronoa Zoro x f!Reader)

University AU - A bartender and a barista have a lot in common, except working hours.

1.5k Words

You couldn't help but flop right onto the nearest barstool, much to the amusement of your friends.

It was a long shift at the cafe this morning, rush after rush of students ordering complicated drinks, and on top of it all you had run out of the house coffee beans mid-shift. It was overall hectic, and thinking about it made your head hurt.

You let out a deep breath, trying to relax and join in on the conversation your friends were taking part in, waiting (slightly impatiently) for the busy staff to take your order. Soon enough, a glass with a colourful drink and lime-peel garnish slid in front of you across the bar, prompting your eyes to rise up and meet that of the green-haired bartender who had made it.

"Sorry, I uh- this must be someone else's. I haven't ordered anything yet..."

"Someone bought that for you, looks like you could use it."

Usually someone speaking to you like that would be an insult, but the stress of the day combined with free booze soothed your nerves as you took a sip. Sweeter than what you usually went for, but obviously very strong. Nice. You looked back up to the bartender, who was now making a drink for your friend, to ask him about it.

"Who do I have to thank? And what is this?"

He shrugged his shoulders, quickly replying before flying down the bar to serve another patron. All he gave was some half-assed excuse of being too busy for chit-chat, which got on your nerves just a bit.

No matter, the night was still young, and whoever it was that had bought the drink could reveal themselves if they really wanted to. After that, you bought your own drinks, all from the slightly grumpy green-haired bartender who seemed to be manning your section.

You couldn't lie to yourself, he was quite attractive. The way he worked the crowded place seemed almost memorized, moving robotically and making drinks in an extremely efficient way, albeit less polite than what was usually expected from the profession. When he caught you staring at his arms while shaking a martini, you quickly looked down at your drink again to avoid his cold eyes.

Soon enough, you had drank enough to really loosen up after the hard day. Now you were the centre of attention in your group, making everyone laugh seemed to come easy after a few drinks.

A few of your friends teased you about the secret admirer, but you simply brushed it off. Buying just one drink was no big deal, especially if the reasoning the bartender described was true. Simply a pity drink, courtesy of the bags under your eyes. This had nobody else in the group convinced, still teasing as they all left to dance.

Your sore legs begged you not to join, as did your terrible coordination. You were perfectly content to stay seated at the bar, less busy thanks to majority of the drunk college students taking to the dance floor. You smiled a bit at the sight of the bartenders relaxing a bit after surviving the rush, seeing the same look in their eyes that you had held in your own just earlier that day.

"So, are you free enough to tell me what kind of drink that was- ...?" You searched for a name tag on the bartender's chest, met with nothing but faded old t-shirt to stare at. "Not a drink with a name, really. Just the result of an experiment, was it any good?"

The bartender seemed much more willing to chat once the orders had died down significantly, still not giving his name. "If it isn't a real drink, how did someone order it?" You challenged, leaning onto the bar with a smile. The drink had been quite good, and while you were only looking for the name so you could order another, you weren't the type to turn down a playful remark after a drink or two.

"Nobody ordered it from me." The bartender stated, plain and simple. He turned his back, face unbothered as he hauled a giant, heavy tray of dirty dishes into the back before you had time to ask any more questions. In the time he was gone, you managed to put two and two together that he was the one who had bought that drink.

As you began to blush, taking a second to fix your hair, you wondered his reasoning. He had been so nonchalant about it, you didn't even know his name! Then again, he didn't seem like the type to be buying girls drinks at all. The dumpy bar was affordable for college students, but you were sure they couldn't be paying the student bartenders anything better than minimum wage right now. That doesn't budget into buying drinks for people just because, but before you could think any harder about it he emerged from the back room again, to which you quickly spoke.

"I'd like another of whatever that was, with the lime peel."

"Sure thing."

He didn't even bother to look up. No smile, no flirt, not even a glance. Usually when someone bought you a drink, they had some sort of motive, but this guy just seemed to be focused on what he was doing. While you could respect it as a drink-making employee yourself, it was just... perplexing.

Part of you was slightly disappointed at the lack of attention. Your heart had skipped a beat when you figured out the gesture originally, especially after checking out the bartender before you had even known he was the one behind the gift. When he slid the new drink over, you flashed him a smile of your own.

"I'll cover this one," you joked, taking a sip. This got a small smile, one side of his mouth pulling up, before he looked down again to polish some glasses. Damn.

To hell with being subtle, you thought, asking outright. "Why buy me a drink, then?" At this, he met your gaze. This wasn't a cold look, it could even be mistaken as... soft. Kind.

"Like I said, you looked like you needed it. Tough day?"

While you knew the words really should have pulled some kind of hurt feelings from you, they came off too genuine to be offended by. Instead you went along with his question, giving him the details of your shitty work day and even making him laugh a few times at your overdramatic recount.

By the time your friends returned from the dance floor, his attention had completely moved from his work to fully being invested in you. Still making drinks and cleaning the bar up, but his eyes met yours instead of whatever his hands were doing. He stayed close to where you sat, nodding along as you spoke. Before you could ask for his number or even remember to get his name, your friends had dragged you out to catch the uber with more than enough suggestive teasing about your chit chat with the hot bartender.

In the uber back home, you couldn't help but rest your head in your hands. You had gotten lost in talking, and he seemed so happy to listen. So much so you'd forgotten to get his name or really any information about him at all. The pounding in your head from earlier was back, no longer from the stress of work but at the pathetic lack of charisma you had.

That, along with the opening shift at the cafe the next morning.

You would think that being a barista would get someone into the early-bird mindset, but that was never the case. Shots of espresso had both built your tolerance to the bitter, strong coffee and kept you awake through countless mornings, your coworker the only other lifeline through those 5am shifts.

Today, she was happy to listen to your overtired babbling about the bartender you'd fumbled last night, giggling at your description of the man's green hair and strong, toned arms. You wished you could hate her for how peppy and energetic she could be this early, but the positive attitude had definitely grown on you over the time you'd worked together.

This sentiment was lost, though, when she disappeared into the back room. It was the weekend, which meant less students bombarding the shop to fuel their before-class coffee addiction but still enough people that it was quite the nuisance to run solo.

You grumbled, annoyed at the girl before realizing what she had done. The man waiting at the counter looking confused at the menu was the very same green-haired bartender from last night, looking just as tired as you felt.

Without hesitation you brewed up a latte, pulling out all your little flavouring tricks. Double shot, syrups, even the good cinnamon to dust on top of the perfect milk-froth heart. You approached the register, sliding the cup over to him.

"Someone bought that for you, looks like you could use it."

You grinned, using the very same line from the night before as you saw the recognition cross his features. This time, you had the home base advantage and would not be fumbling this again. "Could I get a name for the order?" You asked, pulling out a sharpie.

"Oh- yeah sure, it's Zoro."

The name burned into your memory, repeating over and over again.

You popped the lid off of the sharpie before scribbling away. What he found while walking out of the shop wasn't his name on the side of the cup, though. It was a phone number, along with a doodled-on heart.

[reiyldx]

Lilia Vanrouge X Reader

✿Briar's Secret [Part 8]✿

Note: THIS IS THE FINAL PART! Angst, fluff, love reunion stuff, cute kissing scene alert, cute banter scene alert, Meleanor's little sister!au, present twst era.

Mentions of my twst OC Midnight.

"You broke up with Riddle? Why?" Lilia questioned as [Y/N] sighed and leaned her head on his shoulder. Lilia's heart clenched in both joy and sorrow. 

"I have been having these strange dreams. I keep on meeting this person- He always pulls me towards the sunset sky and gazes at it with me till it becomes exactly midnight. And every time, the dream ends when it turns midnight. When he's about to tell me something. Its been happening for  a month. And then Riddle got angry when I couldn't do some stuff for him because the dreams have been weirding and stressing me out, so we got into a pretty nasty argument where he broke up with me." [Y/N] sighed yet again, nuzzling Lilia's shoulder. 

Lilia almost felt his heart do flips at the news. She was remembering. There was no mistake. A person leaving exactly at midnight. It had to be Midnight. It frustrated him to think she'd dreamed of Midnight instead of Lilia but it was a start. He should feel bad for Riddle, but he couldn't help the seams of happiness bursting in his essence. 

"What does he look like?" Lilia asked patiently, though in truth, he was far from patient. He tapped the bench they were sitting on impatiently, hoping she wouldn't notice his quiet fidgeting. 

"There's actually two people. They sound only slightly different and look a bit different. The one who appears at dusk has a soft voice and short hair. The one who appears at midnight at the end of the dream has long black hair. Thats all I remember." She pressed a hand to her forehead. 

Ah. So thats how it was. Inside her, [Y/N] had always seen Lilia and Midnight as important people. She'd associated them as friends. Lilia wondered, would she hate him once she knew what he'd done to Midnight? Once she knew of how he never apologized to Midnight till after his death?

"I am sure its not much. But sometimes, dreams may bring about to your notice a gleam familiar as if you may have seen it once before. It is good to keep in mind that dreams sometimes encapsulate memories. Khehehe." Lilia chuckled. [Y/N] only snuggled into him further, seeking his comfort. Something he was more than happy to give. 

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It was after Malleus' overblot when [Y/N] tried to leave Twisted Wonderland that she finally remembered of her past self. Of Princess [Y/N] Draconia. She rushed as fast as her legs could carry her, to the giant double doors beyond which lay the lounge of Diasomnia dorm. Rushing in, she hurried up the flight of stairs, ignoring the students' stares as she knocked fervently on Lilia's door. 

He opened the door, clearly stressed and dishevelled, his complexion pale as if he had not eaten for quite a while. His beautiful crimson eyes widened on seeing her, as he tilted his head questioningly. Without warning, she wrapped her arms around him, her hand gently stroking his soft, smooth hair as she held him gently. 

"I remember." were all the words needed to get Lilia's grip to tighten around her figure. [Y/N] felt her shoulder turn damp as her beloved fae General wept on her soundlessly, his shoulders trembling from having carried burdens heavier than he could handle for centuries, all alone. 

"I'm home, Lilia." [Y/N] squeezed him. "My cute little flower." she used the silly nickname she'd come up with for him as a child, since his name referred to a flower. 

"Welcome home, princess." Lilia wiped away his tears, getting down on one knee as he kissed the back of her soft, delicate hand. A faint blush covered the fae's cheeks as his lips touched her skin.

[Y/N] pulled him up forcefully, grabbing his chin as she did in the past, making him look her in the eye. "Oh look at you. So adorable when you're blushing."

"Khehe. Perhaps I could show you more." Lilia leant in to her lips. His gaze was fixated on her lips, on how they would taste. He wondered if a monster, a sinner like him even deserved this. But for now, he wished he could do as his heart wanted. He couldn't hold himself back anymore. He needed her. 

"When did you learn to talk back?" [Y/N] chuckled as she caressed his cheek. "You were as meek as a village girl before. And had the temper to match your short height."  She brought him in closer to her lips.

"Oh please." Lilia snickered, his warm breath fanning her lips. "Thankfully I have an advantage over you now." 

"Hmm, jerk." she chuckled. 

"I love you as well." Lilia grinned, his fang poking out. 

"Oh, you cheeky little thing." [Y/N] grinned as her lips brushed his. "I love you." 

"As do I, my dear princess." Lilia's lips met hers in a passionate kiss, his arms encircling her waist as he pulled her impossibly closer, loving her, loving her, and loving her as he'd always wanted to. He would protect her this time, with his life, he swore. 

His treasure. 

His perfect half. 

His deepest, loveliest secret. 

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NOTE: PLEASE DO NOT REPOST OR PLAGIARIZE MY WORK!

A.N.: Hope everyone enjoyed, hehe.

[leon-kennedys-boytoy]

RATING ADA WONG'S DESIGNS

so @mobetta-bes tagged me in a post where someone rated Ada's designs across the series and asked my for my opinion on it. I was originally just going to reblog that post with whether I agreed or disagreed -- but then I decided, no, I'm an art student, I'm going to do my own post just for myself.

(Please remember that this is just my personal opinion, if you do end up reading these giant fucking paragraphs. I didn't intend for it to go this long, but I've been diagnosed with Autism and ADHD so I'm not really surprised.)

MY RATING SYSTEM:

PRACTICALITY: Is she actually going to be able to do her job in this outfit?

ATTRACTIVENESS: Do I think the outfit is flattering, interesting, and/or nice to look at?

EFFECTIVENESS: Does this design as a whole do a good job of communicating Ada's personality and career?

MODEL/HAIRSTYLE: More self explanatory -- do I like her general appearance outside of the outfit?

Each category has a possibility of winning between 0 and 5 points, with the max amount of points available being 20.

RESIDENT EVIL 2 (1998)

PRACTICALITY: 2 

ATTRACTIVENESS: 3  

EFFECTIVENESS: 1.5 

MODEL/HAIRSTYLE: 3 

9.5/20 

I think this outfit looks much nicer in the actual game than it does in the renders. The outfit in the render is kind of unpleasant to look at, with the dress being magenta and the belt, shoes and leggings all being different shades/colors. In the actual game, however, all of the colors and shades appear much darker and richer, which bumped it up by a couple points. It did the same for the model -- solidly, she looks very whitewashed in the render, but the adjustments to her hair and skin tone in the actual game are much better looking. The outfit is... not very practical, as well. She doesn't even appear to have a holster for her gun.

RESIDENT EVIL 4 (2005) 

PRACTICALITY: 0

ATTRACTIVENESS: 4

EFFECTIVENESS: 3

MODEL/HAIRSTYLE: 3.5  

10.5/20

This dress looks so good. The color, the embellishments, the cut, fuck yeah she looks fine. It is also literally the worst outfit she could possibly be wearing given the situation. Like, I understand it's a video game and it doesn't need to be the most realistic thing ever but oh my god she looks so out of place. The dudebros who complain on twitter about gaming women character designs would call this woke pussy shit but it's just so objectifying. Women can be hot without having to flash their thighs every time they reach for their gun. This is why the effectiveness for this design is hard to rate? In terms of communicating Ada's career, it does jack shit. As for her personality, it's iffy, because it very effectively communicates "femme fatale" -- the question is whether you count that as a personality descriptor or not. When it comes to her model, I don't really have any issue with it. Doesn't stand out to me in one way or another. Her haircut looks kind of silly, in my opinion, the strands of it are quite cartoonish, but I do like that it looks like she grew out her haircut from 2.

ASSIGNMENT ADA (2005)

PRACTICALITY: 4

ATTRACTIVENESS: 4

EFFECTIVENESS: 4

MODEL/HAIRSTYLE: 3.5

15.5/20

This outfit is so fucking cool and probably the most practical outfit she's ever been given. It's kept from a 5 in that category by her heels and the fact that her top & turtleneck are a crop top. It is very attractive in my opinion, though -- every time I've found a mod for the remakes that puts her in this stuff I download it immediately because tactical gear + crop top has got me coughing crying throwing up over this woman. It does a great job at showing that Ada's a secret agent and she means fucking business, as well. It gets the same model and hairstyle score because, well, it's the same model and hairstyle.

THE UMBRELLA CHRONICLES (2007)/THE DARKSIDE CHRONICLES (2009)

PRACTICALITY: 2 

ATTRACTIVENESS: 4 

EFFECTIVENESS: 3 

MODEL/HAIRSTYLE: 3.5 

12.5/20

I decided to rate these both the same, since it's just the same outfit but in one of them she's injured. I quite like this update to her 1998 RC design -- the colors are nicer, and they actually gave her something to holster her gun with. It still is not very practical, which is a bit upsetting because I don't think it would've been too hard to make this practical and still look this nice. I think you could pretty easily make that dress into one of those bodysuits that looks like a dress but secretly has shorts (those are cool) and then just give her some dr martens and shoulder coverage and it's 10x more practical and still equally hot. It does give "spy" more than her 2 & 4 designs did, though it might just be because of the holsters -- the bandages feel more cartoony than anything else. Once again, same model and hairstyle rating, because they didn't change at all from the previous game...

RESIDENT EVIL 6 (2012)

PRACTICALITY: 3

ATTRACTIVENESS: 4.5 

EFFECTIVENESS: 3

MODEL/HAIRSTYLE: 1.5 

12/20

I really like her 6 outfit - the color and silhouette are so attractive, and she has finally been gifted pants. It's about on the same level of practicality as Leon's outfit in this game, which is all I ask, minus the fact that she looks like she's about to pop a titty. I don't mind a button up with a couple buttons popped (once again, look at Leon's 6 outfit🤤) but 6 Ada is toeing the line a bit too hard. I think Ada's hot and all but I don't think she wants 'em out during work hours. She also is still wearing heels, which I'm gonna be honest, I don't really understand -- I'm not really fixated on her feet when I'm judging how attractive her design is, so if you are, I think you're kind of a freak. My big issue with 6 is her model. The way her hair is rendered makes it look incredibly grey and dull in a way that does not at all seem intentional, and she's... also incredibly whitewashed. Ada has never been particularly tan but 6 Ada looks extremely pasty compared to all of her previous designs nonetheless. Her nose is also more pronounced and the shape and color of her eyes feels very different. I was starting to want a slight model change after she had the previous one for so long but this one just doesn't really feel like the same character.

RESIDENT EVIL DAMNATION (2012)

PRACTICALITY: 1

ATTRACTIVENESS: 4 

EFFECTIVENESS: 4

MODEL/HAIRSTYLE: 1 

10/20

For the first chunk of this movie this outfit actually works really well. It's flattering on her, the color palette is nice, and it completely suits the job she's doing -- meeting with the president of a foreign country pretending to be a representative of the BSAA. The reason it gets such a low practicality score is that she doesn't change outfits for the second half of the movie, where she's doing crazy flips and getting into gunfights. It gains one practicality point for the scene were she pulls off the heel of one of her shoes and it's secretly a knife. That was kind of cool even if it probably isn't the most realistic. I rated her model and hairstyle low again because this movie came out concurrently with 6 and the models are very similar. It loses the .5 points for her eyes because one of the things I remember very distinctly about this movie is that her eyes were scary. They already felt off in 6 but the different rendering style somehow makes it even worse.

RESIDENT EVIL 2 REMAKE (2019)

PRACTICALITY: 2 

ATTRACTIVENESS: 2.5 

EFFECTIVENESS: 3 

MODEL/HAIRSTYLE: 3  

10.5/20

I'm not a huge fan of Ada's outfit in this game. I don't think this dress shape is particularly flattering on her, ignoring the fact that there is literally no reason for her to be wearing a red dress under her trench coat in an apocalyptic scenario. Trying to excuse it as a femme fatale thing doesn't even really work because she clearly didn't enter Raccoon City with the intent of seducing her way to the G-Virus -- smooching Leon later seems to be more just happenstance. Calling back to my review of her UC/DSC, it annoys me quite a bit because I think it would be quite easy to take her OG2 outfit and make it both flattering and practical. Her model was difficult to rate, because while I do actually like her facial features quite a bit she suffers from the same grey hair + light eyes issue that RE6 Ada did.

RESIDENT EVIL 4 REMAKE (2023)

PRACTICALITY: 1 

ATTRACTIVENESS: 1 

EFFECTIVENESS: 2.5 

MODEL/HAIRSTYLE: 5 

9.5/20

Honestly, if I could give Ada's model in this game more than 5 points, I would. She is fucking gorgeous. They fixed the grey hair issue, it looks extremely rich and natural especially on higher graphic settings. The dark eyes are so much prettier than the grey eyes in my opinion, I think they compliment her so much better and look more natural as well. Not to mention the makeup is on point. And yet despite how much I rave about my love of 4R Ada, she scores surprisingly low because I hate her sweater dress with a burning passion. This dress is just truly the ugliest outfit they've ever put her in. So many people thought this outfit was cunty, and at first I didn't mind it, but then I figured out how to mod my copy of this game and I realized that every single outfit that came before this looks better on her than this sweater dress. Not to mention the fact that it's a *sweater* dress, there's a bit in Separate Ways where she has to run through a burning building to save Luis. She was at a bigger risk of dying from that fire than Luis because it looks like the most flammable article of clothing they could've possibly chosen. It loses extra practicality points for the fact that I think these are the tallest heels she's had the entire series, too. The average heel would hurt enough, but straight up stilettos just look like a nightmare. And once again, it only gains points for having holsters, and the only part of her outfit I really think is attractive is the fact that the boots are thigh highs.

***BONUS***

(DRESS)

PRACTICALITY: 0

ATTRACTIVENESS: 5

EFFECTIVENESS: 2.5 

MODEL/HAIRSTYLE: 5 

12.5/20

I wanted to rate her dress outfit because I think it does her 4 remake model much more justice. It, of course, is equally as unpractical as her dress in the original, but in my opinion it's equally as gorgeous. I almost wish they'd kept the richer red from the original, but it's such a small nitpick in the grand scheme of things because it is truly just so attractive.

RESIDENT EVIL 8/VILLAGE CONCEPT ART (~2021)

PRACTICALITY: 5

ATTRACTIVENESS: 4.5

EFFECTIVENESS: 4.5

MODEL/HAIRSTYLE: 5  

19/20

I wanted to include this despite the fact that it's not canon because I am FURIOUS that they took this from us. As you can see from my ratings, in my mind this is the almost perfect Ada design. It's extremely practical, her boots are heel-less, it has a lot of layers to protect her from the chilly Romanian climate, she has a sturdy looking belt for her equipment, and a lot of padding to help protect her from being bitten or stabbed. Plus, black is a very flattering color on her. I took off a .5 attractiveness point because I do think this design could use a *hint* of red but the black still suits her wonderfully. Not to mention, the cape and crow mask look cool as fuck. She looks exactly like who her character actually is, especially in the remake timeline -- a mysterious, badass and stylish spy. Plus, the model was clearly going to be about the same as her 4 remake model. The haircut seems a bit different but I think it looks just as good, and I have zero complaints about the face because they kept the rich dark eyes. Literally 10/10 I'm fucking pissed I never got to see this version of Ada in a game.

If you made all the way through that I'm literally sloppy kissing you on the mouth, I know I sounded autistic and gay as fuck, but I'm literally a bi guy with autism so sue me. Uhh. I don't know how to end things peace out

[xjulixred45x]

I loved your falin!reader from generator Rex request and was wondering if you could continue. Only with this to be set in an alt setting where falin never escaped the pack and was fully changed to her chimera form full time while giving into her beastial nature “like in the anime”. How would this Falin Handel life in the pack and how would her story play out. Also how would people in the pack and providence view her? Up to you if she gets together with Rex.

Alright!

Rex Salazar x Falin Quimera! Reader: The Beast(Keeper)

Rex was aware of her, even before he formally met her. He had seen her in several of the Providence archives (even if he forgot about it moments later, as he was half asleep and barely listening to Six), after his encounter with Van Kleiss. A young girl, an EVO, who was in the pack.

At first, he didn't think much of it, just someone else who had fallen for Van Kleiss's lies or, at worst, someone equally thirsty for power. However, things got... confusing, when he met her.

It wasn't even on some mission, or dangerous situation, no, it was when Rex snuck into Noah's school to find out what it was like to feel normal, and he bumped into her. He didn't even realize who she was, as he had never seen her in person, and she acted normal around him, kind and cheerful. How was he supposed to suspect that she was one of the pack members?

At first glance, she seemed like a normal girl, from a normal school. Sure, she had her… weird habits, like collecting weird stuff, she didn't have the best attendance or family life, but she wasn't dangerous. She was also a shy girl, who liked to look at other students' work, who was very smart! And more importantly, she was a good person.

She even kept showing up to him a couple of times after that, in random places around town where Rex usually fought some EVO. It felt GOOD to have more friends, to have someone who saw him as more than just a weapon or someone dangerous. Yes, he had Noah and he was a good friend, but this? This was a different feeling. It was almost as if the reader had EMPATHY for his situation.

But that was ridiculous, after all, she was just a normal girl! Right?

Well, that was what Rex was thinking (or was he wanting to think all this time? Did he ignore the signs too much? Was there a way to prevent this that he let happen?) as he headed to one of Providence's outer headquarters, which was now under attack by an extremely hostile EVO.

The agents guarding the base couldn't say much before their communication was cut off, only that they needed reinforcements against a huge white beast. Van Kleiss, obviously. So Rex, Six, and Bobo were transported by Holiday to the danger zone. They were barely flying over the area when a part of the base's roof flew off, revealing a part of the monster.

Rex didn't even think about it before he launched himself out of the ship and prepared to hit the EVO hard enough to knock it out now that it was distracted. However, all the determination he had was shattered when he saw the rest of the EVO's body.

Much of the EVO was like a large bird and dragon fused into one, with large legs and sharp nails, a scaly tail, and giant wings. However, the only thing that didn't fit that bill was the creature's head. It wasn't a head, it was a human torso. Covered in feathers and scales, but it was human, and you could clearly tell who it was…

It was her, it was Reader in that monster—no, she was the monster. Staring at him with those sharp, wild eyes. There wasn't a shred of humanity behind that form…

And at the same time, it felt like a cry for help.

Rex doesn't remember much after that, it seems Reader knocked him out with her tail for being distracted, but at least now he knew what to do.

Obviously, the other members of Providence weren't as enthusiastic (or even in agreement) with Rex's plan. Six thought it was risky, Bobo thought it was stupid, and Holiday was conflicted, but at least she convinced the other two to support Rex in his plan to help Reader. Her Evo form was unstable, yes, but that was why they had to help her before she hurt herself or others.

_______

Reader always hated these moments, when her consciousness scattered, when she couldn't feel anything, couldn't hear anything, couldn't say anything, only scream and move as if she were trapped in her own agonizing body as it stretched and changed.

Van Kleiss approached in record time, trying to get her into the pack with the same sweet promises as the others. In the end she gave in, but not for the promise of a better future for people like her… she hoped that those from Providence would find a way to finish her off, so she wouldn't have to live with this anymore, not have to contribute to this crazy man. Maybe it wasn't the fairest thing, but it was what had to be done.

That's what she thought, until Rex started intervening, again and again and again... promising to help her, to heal her, that everything would be okay... something she hadn't heard in a long time... but which now made her resent it.

She had already accepted that this was her life, that this was her way of having control, even if it meant her death, there was no way he could help her. Why was he trying now? What did he gain by fooling her?

But no matter how many times she sent Rex away, how many times the other members of the pack told her lies about her, how many times Van Kleiss tried to get into her head, he kept coming back, coming back for her… Why?

- “because you're a good person!” -

It was one of the first things Rex told the reader when they became friends, he wanted to help her because he knew she was someone who was worth it, and she once knew it too.... Well, okay…

___________

-"The fight seemed to be going smoothly between the great chimera and the secret weapon of providence!! however, a single wrong move by the creature was what Rex, the EVO agent, needed to be able to cure the monster, returning the young woman to normal"-

-"what would be of the monster now that it's neutralized?"-

-"it will be secured by Providence, they'll keep the monster in containment, so no one will be hurt by it EVER again.."-

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i gotta say...i had this teacher back in high school. i come from a small town, so my mother still knows her personally and we're still facebook friends (i maintain facebook because i live far from home and my grandma wants to see pictures of my cats). every minute of every day, this woman is posting "never again", "holocaust remembrance", etc etc. and it always struck me as really performative because post 2016 everyone was a nazi. but i always felt like, well, she's being told that everyone in the world is a nazi, and her heart is in the right place. she's not a bad person. not one frigging word from her over the last year and a half. never once posted a goddamn thing about the holocaust, about "never again", never posted anything about bringing home hostages...nothing. now, she didn't post anything in support of palestine either...but the minute trump was sworn into office, she is RIGHT back to her regularly scheduled programming. posts about how trump supporters are exactly like the nazis who turned anne frank in, "never again", etc etc etc. and i'll admit, i did lay into my mother about it just a bit, i told her she sickened me (the teacher, not my mother) among other things...and, you know, there's a part of me that wants to humiliate her, badly. i think about the 4chan troll that shows up in this video a LOT: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1ZgxeX2dCnQ

(skip ahead to 1:16). a 4chan troll, at an event populated strictly by the tumblr-iest of tumblrites in 2014, and what is he there saying? you cannot tell me that people attending a convention in 2014 with panels titled "british men with cheekbones" were far right nazis. so what is the truth? were those of you who went to "british men with cheekbones" con just duped and didn't know that israel was evil? or did you just flip-flop on every opinion you've ever had because you were told to? obviously that's not the only "evidence" of idiots changing their mind, but that one specifically, i think about a lot. but i know there's more out there. but at the same time...there's a part of me that's...i don't know. i want to mock this woman, viciously, because she deserves it. but there's a part of me that feels that it's safer to keep my head down. not safer for me, exactly. but just...i have a large property. i own it, it's mine and my spouse's, and it's pretty rural. if it came down to it...and there needed to be somewhere safe for people to be...there's a part of me that doesn't want to draw attention to myself as a known sympathizer. for their sake. does that make sense?

also, because this was pretty grim, my favorite dinosaur when i was a child was a longneck, but now it's a t-rex. maybe pretty bland, i suppose, but it's a great design. big head, little arms, giant legs, the big man upstairs really nailed it with that one.

My biggest concern with the teacher is that there's a teacher with a degree teaching students but they obviously don't know what a nazi.

The extent to which that word has been cheapened in the last 20 or so years is insane.

I do have a feeling her non condemnation of hamass while not being in support of them was a conscious decision made to keep her from getting on the wrong side of the people that do support hamass.

People got really bent out of shape over statements like 'bring them home' in relation to the hostages that were taken, people are backing off some now with the release of the hostages and their stories getting out to the media, as well as the pictures of them where you can 100% tell they were mistreated.

But not all of them, there's still the hardcore Antisemitic folks that know what they are and embrace it.

As opposed to mocking her you might start off by asking her why she never brought anything up about the hostages or any of the other 10/7 victims that kicked off the whole mess, response there would be very telling.

The keeping quiet and not calling it out reasoning makes sense as well, be good if there were other ways you'd decided to help monetary donations or whatever, and it's also good to remember that there is always going to be people out there that are on the inside trying to help too.

Managed to save 200-250 Jews, would have been more but the ss pulled him out right before they went in to liquidate the camp and some didn't pay attention to the coded message he tried to give them when he gave his farewell speech to them.

Not too many high ranking members of the German army that managed to land in the ranks of "Righteous Among the Nations".

Especially ones that ran the labor camps.

We all do what we can, just have to figure out what that is some times.

[lenaariewrld]

dream girl

oikawa tooru ending・ᡣ𐭩

You begin walking before you’re even finished talking to Oikawa, tossing your now melted ice cream in a nearby bin and ushering Kunimi to follow you. The boy groans dramatically, following behind you nonetheless. He’s silent as you continue typing on your phone, only speaking up once you put the device away. “Where are we going?” He asks curiously, his hands pushed deep in his pockets.

You falter for just a second, wondering about whether you should tell the truth or not. Though you’d moved on from what Kunimi had done (and apologized for), you were still unsure how friendly he was with the guys from his high school. Clearly, there had been some kind of fall out between them. Before the boy can catch on to your momentary hesitation, you keep walking. Better to rip the metaphorical band-aid off now. “Oikawa asked me to join him with some duo game the university was holding.” You begin, “you don’t have to come with me if you’re uncomfortable with that,” You add, glancing at Kunimi.

He pressed his lips into a line as he walked beside you, his expression neutral and almost unreadable. He resembled the Kunimi you’d first met almost a year ago. Though, now you knew him a little better, and could see the gears turning in his head  “I’ll at least walk you there… but, I won’t stick around,”

And that’s all he says, falling silent. You reach out and pat his shoulder, a grateful smile on your lips. You wanted to ask more, to know what had happened, but that wasn’t your place. And, it was the past.

You were happy with Kunimi and the other guys in your life separately.

With that matter settled, you both continue, weaving through the decently-packed crowds of fellow college students and staff wandering around the grounds and having their own fun or advertising other fun activities and treats to get. It’s easy to find the giant ‘stage’ set up by the school’s theater department and newspaper staff in all the chaos, and even easier to spot Oikawa, to your surprise. A small group of his fangirls had circled around him from where he stood to the side of the stage. It was only about five of them at most, but even then, watching how they all swooned and giggled and twirled their hair made your stomach twist.

It wasn’t a surprise. You’d known about his popularity fairly quickly. Not only did his involvement with the school’s theater department make him a hit against those who frequented their productions, but his looks and natural charm brought in a lot of students. It never bothered you before, watching him placate them and scratch the back of his neck with a kind smile that would make any girl’s knees wobble. It didn’t bother you now, not really.

There was just a funny feeling in your chest, like a tube top that was two sizes too small being fitted around your heart.

You stop a couple feet away from Oikawa, waiting politely for a chance to make your presence known. Kunimi loudly clears his throat from beside you when a couple seconds pass without anyone acknowledging you. Tooru’s head immediately snaps in your direction. God, why were you on edge all of a sudden? You felt your hands getting clammy, wiping them on the front of your legs as subtly as you could.

“There you are! Gosh, you really kept me waiting,” He dramatically sighs as he steps away from the group, taking your hand. “This is just a little game show the newspaper staff decided to host, and you’ll be my partner for the mini games, sound good?” He whispers, leaning closer to you like he was sharing top confidential secrets. You can’t deny that it makes a smile tug at your lips. Especially when you feel his hand so warmly against your own. The other girls stare at you two, casting looks between each other and stepping away.

“Sounds good,” You squeeze his palm. “You didn’t sign me up for some triathlon, did you, Tooru?” You playfully wiggle your shoulders, chuckling as he does. You both find the idea amusing. He leads you towards the stage.

“I didn’t,”

His assurance helps calm some of your nerves, loosens the metaphorical tube around your chest. Still, the knots of your intestines doesn’t seem to untangle. Maybe the snacks you’d split with Kunimi earlier weren’t sitting right? (you knew that wasn’t right.. Hell, you knew it was that you were starting to realize the budding crush you’d been forming on the man) Your thoughts get pushed from your head as Oikawa steps onto the stage. A few other pairs step up as well, holding hands or cuddling against each others’ sides.

Oh no.

“Welcome everyone!” Another student with fiery red hair sticking up in random directions, you think his name is Tendou, greets the small crowd in front of the stage. A few people clap or mutter their own greetings. You feel your stomach drop to your feet, glued to the stage. “Today we’ll be conducting a little test! Our university’s very own ‘Marriage Game’!”

“What?” You tug Oikawa’s arm as you aggressively whisper to him, barely moving other than to pull him closer. He smiles sheepishly, his cheeks blushing a furious pink.

“I’m sorry, I had no clue, and I promise I’m not trying anything—”

“Let’s introduce our lovely volunteers today!” Tendou’s excitable voice cuts through Oikawa’s rushed explanation, and you snap your head to see him approaching you two. Tooru whispers more apologies to you before he straightens up, smoothing his free hand over his t-shirt. Tendou smiles, his head tilting to the side for a second. He reminds you of a lizard. Then he rights himself and holds out the cheap black microphone for you and Oikawa to speak into. “Names and length of your relationship please,” The other man says.

“Oikawa Tooru–”

“Y/n, and this is my boyfriend since officially five minutes ago, I suppose,” You giggle as if sharing a funny inside joke or jabbing at some clueless significant other stereotype, and Tendou giggles back. Oikawa’s hand feels warm, almost burning in your palm.

God, you felt like the ground should swallow you up whole, in that moment. Tendou moves on to the other couples and you let out the breath you’d held in, feeling like you might turn to jelly if Oikawa lets go of your hand. “You owe me for this,” You whisper, turning to look at the man. He nods dutifully, squeezing your hand. Again, you feel that twisting in your tummy and the tightness in your chest, but this time it doesn’t feel restricting. It’s comforting, like a tight hug that makes your heart thrum with happiness.

You turn your attention to the game and pay attention. Once your initial panic washes away, you feel a little more calm and ready to face this competition with the right headspace. The headspace to win at any cost.

The questions you and Oikawa get asked are pretty easy, and you breeze through answering them, laughing when he gives a bullshit answer and reveals that he actually does remember when you offhandedly told him what your favorite snack was. You never paid attention to how often you said stuff around him that he remembered and kept in his mind. Or how aware of you and your space he was. Maybe he wasn’t exactly in tune with you, but he seemed to learn and adapt.

“Alrighty, one final question for our two pairs of lovebirds,” Tendou happily announced the upcoming end of the game as he clears his throat, dramatically letting the time pass as he gears up to ask the final question. “Which one of you asked the other out first? And follow up for bonus points; when and how did they do it?” He asks, looking between you, Oikawa, and the other two. You recognise the other girl from one of your classes. Kiyoko was her name, you think. Her boyfriend smiles wide, a goofy, boyish look as he perks up excitedly.

“Well, the first time I saw her, I asked her to marry me.. I just knew immediately she was the one, you know?” He rocks on his feet sheepishly as he glances at her. Kiyoko smiles sweetly. They clearly had been together for a while, and you can’t deny that it’s an adorable sight. They continue talking but you stop paying attention, the reality slowly dawning on you that you really don’t have an answer for this one.

Worst of all was, you didnt want to lie and come up with some random story. You wanted to be able to say that something truly romantic had happened and you’d been dating the brown-haired boy who was currently resting his arms around your waist. “Tooru,” You whisper, turning your head slightly to him. He raises his brows.

“Hm?” He tilts his head, his expression curious. “Flustered all of a sudden?” He asked with a playful smirk. You frown. At this, he straightens a little, brushing some hair out of your face. It was very public, bringing this up right now, but god you had to.

“I don’t want to lie about this,” You finally tell him, staring at the random English graphic on his t-shirt instead of his face. Oikawa doesn’t move or react for a second, and you wish that he would. You wish that you weren’t on a stage participating in a dating game with someone you weren’t actually dating. But, you also desperately wished you were.

He drags his teeth against his bottom lip and finally speaks. “Okay,” He brushes some more hair away from your face, his hand cupping your cheek for a second. “Then after this game, I’ll take you on a real date,” He says with a charming smile. You watch his face, checking for a second for any playful twitches or give aways that he’s playing a huge joke on you. But all you see is the sparkle in his eyes and the fondness as he looks at you too.

Tendou clears his throat behind you both and you jump in your skin, turning back towards him. “Sorry,” You squeak out an apology, your face burning red. Oikawa laughs loudly, his own cheeks flushing. He speaks up as the other man waits impatiently, making up some false story based on one of your excursions together. You don’t really pay attention, though. No, all you can focus on is the way his hands feel warm against your skin, comforting and keeping you grounded. All you can focus on is the excitement of going on a date with him once the game was over.

Win or lose, you really didn’t care. You got him...

| three years later...

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oikawa genuinely didn't realise it was a 'marriage game' so he was as panicked as y/n was

after the game show (which they lost), oikawa and y/n got dinner together where oikawa teased y/n a ton about her way of confessing

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Drunk in Love (Lucifer x Reader)

A/N: I hate Lucifer!!! But I love Lucifer angst!!!

Warnings: Angst, Lucifer, hurt/comfort

Word Count: 2.8k

Ask Box: Open

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Lucifer's forehead looked like a shiny egg. The glare on it shifted as he violently gestured with his hands. He was giving some sort of lecture, but you had tuned him out ten minutes ago. Now, all you could do was focus on his giant forehead that glistened like a freshly boiled egg. 

"Are you listening?"

"Egg."

"What?"

You blinked. "Huh? Oh. Uh…yes?"

He crossed his arms, glaring down at you. "No. You're not."

"Can you blame me? Do I really need to be lectured for this long?"

"You skipped school."

" One time , Lucifer."

"Are you trying to become a dropout? It only takes one time!"

Your mind flitted back to those "anti-drug" campaigns. It was a bunch of cheesy slogans like that. Gateway drugs, hanging with all the wrong people, and making bad decisions. Lucifer sounded like a more angry version of the teachers there. You raised an eyebrow, not wanting to listen to his lecture anymore.

"So you're telling me you've never skipped school?"

He snorted. "No. I'm a diligent student."

That was more than enough to get you annoyed. "Diligent? So just because I skipped one day, I'm suddenly a bad apple. Ok, got it."

"Good. Glad we've come to an agreement. You're grounded for a week."

You stood up. "Seriously?! That's so unfair!" 

"It's completely fair. You are to not go out. You go to school and immediately come home."

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

"Language."

You rolled your eyes. "Oh, fuck off."

Lucifer's eyes darkened as he spoke your name with a low and careful tone. "Say that again."

"You're just pissed because your life is so boring! You see one person break the rules, and out of jealousy, you incite your oh so powerful wrath because you can't stand seeing people actually enjoy being alive."

"Don't you make assumptions about me!" Lucifer shouted, pointing his finger at you. "I am trying to help you!"

"News flash! Punishments won't help anyone!"

"Yes it does! I'm keeping you from wasting your time!"

"This," You motioned widely with your hands, as if to encompass your relationship with him in a bubble. "Is a waste of my time! Did you even ask me why I skipped?"

Lucifer's eye twitched. At this point, you knew it was best to tread lightly. That was, until he spoke again. "I don't need to know why! You were being stupid!"

"You're fucking stupid! You're nothing but a boring, pompous, power hungry asshole!"

Before you could let Lucifer even rip into you, you stomped out of his room and slammed the door. You were half expecting him to chase after you, demon form and all, but he never did. You huffed proudly to yourself. It was about time he was told what's what. 

When you opened your door, you saw Mammon and Levi lounged on your bed. Levi was laying on his stomach, fidgeting with his switch, while Mammon sat next to him. You flopped down on the only empty space. Immediately, both Mammon and Levi turned their attention to you. You stared at them, and then covered your eyes.

"That was bad, wasn't it?" 

Mammon hummed. "Honestly, I haven't heard him that angry in a while. Not even towards me."

"I haven't heard you yell," Levi thought out loud. "It was kinda…"

You groaned. "Enough."

Mammon poked at your cheek. "Are you ok?"

Were you? You felt drained. Fights were bad, but getting yelled at was worse . If these two weren't here, you would probably be crying. It's not like you haven't been lectured by Lucifer before. In fact, who hasn't been lectured by him? The hurt you felt more so came from him not having any faith in you at all. Sure, you could've told him beforehand you were skipping, but would he even have let you go?

"Tired," You mumbled, deciding not to express your hurt. "Wake me up when dinner is ready."

"Should we leave?" Mammon asked. You knew he wouldn't.

"It's fine."

"Ok."

About an hour later, you woke up to numb legs as Mammon shook you awake. You groggily rubbed your eyes and sat up. Levi was using your thighs as a body pillow as he continued to game. With a sigh, you pushed him off. Your head was pounding and you wanted nothing more than to go back to sleep. But your stomach grumbled. 

"What time is it?" You mumbled, slowly getting up.

"Almost six." Mammon answered.

"Whose turn was it to cook?"

"Satan's." Levi's game made an alarming noise. He sighed and tossed it down. "I can't pass this level!"

You sleepily smirk at him. "Need my help?"

"No. Last time I got your help, you wouldn't let me play for two hours ." 

You shrug. "It was fun."

No one spoke about the fight with Lucifer. You didn't want to talk about it either. You were ready for the awkwardness when you saw him out at dinner. Talking, but avoiding the touchy subject. Stiff words with no emotion. How fun did that sound? Levi trailed after you with his Switch while Mammon stood glued to your side.

As you sat at the dinner table, you noticed that Lucifer wasn't there. You tried to not look too concerned. Normally, he would be at dinner after lecturing anyone, as if to say "you could be next". Satan walked in with the main course and set it on the table next to the sides. It was some sort of roast with an array of "vegetables" as sides. He sat next to you. You saw Beel reaching for a piece of the roast. You took the giant fork before he could, and filled up his plate. Then you did the same to the rest of the brothers. When everyone had their plates, you all awkwardly looked at each other.

"Uhm…" Levi pursed his lips. "Do we…wait?"

"Why should we?" Satan rolled his eyes, picking up his fork. 

Belphie nods in agreement. "It's not like he ever waits for us." He yawns and sits back in his chair, hugging the pillow in his lap. "Let's just eat."

There were no complaints. Everyone started to eat. After a couple of silence-filled minutes, Asmo decided to fill up the silence with his escapades for the day. Something about the new clothes he got and new skincare products. It was a good distraction. Soon conversation flowed between all seven of you. Laughter and playful bickering was enough to have you in a good mood. That was until you heard the front door open and then slam shut. 

“I’m home!” Lucifer announced, his arms raised as he stumbled into the dining room. “Welcome me back!”

“Welcome back?” You questioned looking up from your plate. He looked like shit. “Where were you?”

“Well,” He slurred, all but falling in his chair. “Diavolo and I got a bit too enthusiastic with the Demonus...and drank six bottles each.”

“Jesus Christ man, it’s literally six in the evening.” Mammon gaped.

“Oh. I’m just a bit tipsy. And watch your language around the dinner table. Beelzelbub, please pass me some food.”

Beel looked up then frowned, his eyes growing as he scooted the plate closer to himself. You stifled a giggle as Lucifer reached out, trying to get any sort of food. Beel whined and defensively smacked his hand away. Lucifer grabbed his hand and gasped. Satan groaned and rolled his eyes.

“Great,” He groaned, leaning back in his chair. “Now we have to deal with this.”

“I find it quite amusing,” Asmo grinned, his chin resting on his hand.

“Deal with what?” You asked.

“That’s right!” Mammon smiled, a giddiness in his eyes. “You’ve never seen Lucifer drunk!”

“It’s nothing special,” Levi muttered.

“You’re only saying that because you don’t get scolded.” Belphegor snorted. “Get ready. You’re in for a treat.”

“Beelzebub!” Lucifer gasped again, totally offended. “How could you? I am your brother! I love you, and this is how you treat me?”

“And I love food.”

Lucifer drops his head onto the dining table with a thunk . His shoulders shook as if he was crying. You lifted an eyebrow. The once strong, proud, never faltering Lucifer was now nothing more than a clumsy drunk demon. You warily finished off your plate. As funny as it was to see him like this, you also were too tired to deal with him anymore for today. You silently stood, taking your plate into the kitchen. You go back into the dining room.

"I'm gonna go rest in my room for the rest of the night."

"I wanna come!" Levi says.

You shook your head. "I need alone time."

"But-"

Satan interrupted him. "Just let them get rest."

You silently thanked him. After taking a glance at drunk Lucifer, who was still face down on the table, you left. Once in your room, you sat on the edge of your bed and chewed at your nails. Drunk? Drunk ? Lucifer drank, sure, but he wasn't once to get this bad. You doubt it was Diavolo's doing. Despite his upbeat and playful personality, he would never put Lucifer in a position like that. So it must've been —

Your eyes widen as the conversation you had with him earlier pops into your brain. Was it because you called him boring? Did he actually go out and get drunk to prove a point? Never had you thought that your words had any sort of effect on Lucifer. It felt kind of good , knowing that you were the one to lead him to this point.

"Let me in!"

Speak of the devil. There was a pounding at your door. You swung it open to see Lucifer. He smiled and then took a deep swig of water. You sighed, putting your hand on your hip. "Do you need something?"

Lucifer places his hand on your shoulder. "Can we talk?"

"I don't want to talk to you when you're drunk."

"But I wouldn't-" He pauses, blinking his eyes. Then he hiccups. " hic ! Ugh. Please?"

You shift your body so he could come in. Maybe it was a lapse of judgment, or maybe it was the fact that he currently had no filter. Whatever it was, something was telling you to let him in and hear you out. Lucifer walked over to your bed, his steps a little more stable. You sat next to him. 

He hummed a bit, taking the last bit of water. "Did you really mean it?"

You knew what he was talking about, but still, you asked. "Mean what?"

"When you called me a boring, pompous, power hungry asshole." His words smoothly ran into one another. He was sounding less and less drunk. "That really hurt, you know."

You snorted. "I can tell. I've never seen you act like this before."

His eyes softened slightly, as did his voice. "You wanted it to hurt?"

"I-" You took a moment to think. "I did. Because you hurt me."

"I'm just trying to make sure you live properly.." He groaned, leaning against your shoulder. "Just look at my brothers! They're always a mess."

"They're a mess because you keep meddling in their lives. We're all adults, Lucifer. If they need help, they'll ask. Stop trying to control everything. Stop trying to control me."

"But I have to!"

"So you act even more childish when you're drunk?"

"I'm not drunk," He straightened and then turned towards you. You stared at him as both his hands gripped the side of your face. "I need to protect you. I love you ."

Lucifer wasn't the type to be affectionate, much less say such weighted words. You can't even remember the last time he said them to his brothers. It took you aback. Then you remembered he was drunk, and it was probably all a lie anyway. So when he kissed you, you did nothing.

"Lucifer," You whispered, placing your hands on his chest. "You're drunk. Go to sleep."

"Please. Please kiss me back." His voice was so desperate. His eyes were no longer hazy, the cloudiness of alcohol all but gone. "Please."

It wasn't right of you to kiss him. Not when you were now doubting your feelings on him. With a shake of your head, you stood and left your room, closing the door behind you. The living room was lively as the boys played a board game. You sat in the corner, ignoring them and zoning out. Lucifer kissed you. He tried kissing you again. The platonic love you had originally thought he felt fell out the window. Your heart was pounding, but your eyes still felt heavy. All you could think about when you drifted off to sleep was Lucifer's desperate expression

***

You had tried avoiding Lucifer all day. At breakfast, on the way to school, in the halls, it seemed like everywhere you turned, he was there. You didn't want to talk about last night. It felt awkward. It felt painful. Maybe it's because this was the first time he was nice to you in ages and it's because he was drunk. Or maybe it's because you didn't want to find out that all those words were a lie. Whatever it was, you wanted to avoid it. 

The bell rang for lunch. You told Mammon that you would meet up with him later. In all the drama yesterday, you had forgotten to finish your homework for next period. You sat alone in the empty classroom and worked diligently to finish. Until a large hand placed itself over your papers.

You stood, gathering your stuff. "Not now, Lucifer."

"Can we just talk?" He sighed.

"I need to go meet up with Mammon." You tried to push past him. "I'm going to be late."

He rolled his eyes. "So you're not going to finish your homework? I'll help." 

That made you snort. He really needed to get his thoughts under control. You didn't need to be here for that, so you tried leaving. But he didn't let you. Instead, his hands wrapped around your waist and he pushed you back until you hit your desk. His body was flush against yours as he looked down at you with a stern expression.

"What are you doing?" You hissed.

"We need to talk about last night."

"Do you even remember what happened?"

He winced slightly. "I remember asking Diavolo if I was boring. I remember drinking to prove both of you wrong. I remember coming home-" Lucifer's voice dropped to a whisper as his hand gently cradled your cheek, his thumb grazing against your lips. "And making a fool of myself. I remember telling you how hurt I felt…and how you wanted me to be hurt."

Your face was ablaze in a blush. Lucifer's voice was always smooth while talking. Right now, it rendered you helpless as you just stared at him. "So are you going to apologize?"

"I am. I won't say I'll change right away…but you made it clear how you felt. How I made you feel. But now…"

"Now?"

"I want you to feel good."

This kiss wasn't based on drunk feelings. This one was calm and confident. His lips were warmer, softer than you remembered. And this time you kissed Lucifer back. You let yourself get lost in the way his lips seemed to so perfectly fit against yours. His hand moved down to your neck, while the other squeezed your waist as he tried to press himself closer to you. He let out a soft chuckle, as if he had just won something. You bit his lip. "Ow! Seriously?" He glared at you.

You grinned and patted his cheek. "Just a little revenge."

"You get a pass this time," He sighed. He looked at you with such a loving gaze, that you had to look away. "I truly am sorry. I have crossed the line yesterday, multiple times. I lost my temper. Next time you are in need of a lecture, I will not resort to the same method."

You raised an eyebrow. "Next time. And what method will you use?"

He smirked. Before you could ask what he was doing, his lips were attached to your neck. You let out a surprised gasp. Lucifer laughed and leaned back. "This one. Hopefully it'll deter you."

"Asshole!" You playfully pushed him back. "How about being more lenient?"

"How about giving me a warning next time you decide to skip?"

"Deal."

"Good." Lucifer pauses. He shifts uncomfortably. "I apologize for raising my voice and not bothering to hear you out. And…about what I said last night…don't feel pressured to answer. I want to take it slow. By taking you on a date. Tonight."

"I can't."

"What?" His face fell. "But I thought-"

You shrugged. "I'm grounded. Not allowed to go out."

Lucifer's face turned red. It was such a cute sight. After a second, he composed himself again, giving you a smirk. "Oh, you play a tough game. You're no longer grounded. Good?"

"Good." 

[astrobravo]

For day 1 of Scoteng Week! I did write it on day 1 but I needed to gather courage to post

I attempted to write Scotland's accent. I'm sorry.

Prompt: Anger from worry / Inconvenient Attraction

Summary: A dialogue-only fic about a sexventure gone wrong between the lads, but it all comes out okay in the end. ♡

—

“Hold still ye fucken weapon. Almost… almost– uh-oh.”

“Uh-oh? What do you mean uh-oh?”

“It slipped again. I don't think this is workin, Arthur–”

“Shut it. Shut your mouth right now and get your fingers back in there and FIX this.”

“I’ve been trying! It’s not moving.”

“It will move! It will move!!!”

“I cannae even SEE it anymore…”

“It’s because you keep shoving it back in with your sausage fingers!! Give it a minute!”

“A minute? I’ve been four fingers deep in yer ass for near an hour and a half!”

"So you’re giving up already. After all you have done to me.”

“After all I've done to ye? Was I the one who came home from the sin shops with a new dildo in MY sustainable canvas shopping bag? Was I the one who laid a towel down on the sofa next to my fuckpal as he was TRYING to watch the footie, stripped down to my skin, stuck my bony chicken legs into the air, and said, in the exact tone of an exhausted cross-town bus driver, 'Turn off the telly and put your back to the plow, beast'?"

“You’re mocking me in my time of crisis. You have inflicted this hell upon me and I’m going to DIE like this and my tombstone will have YOUR FACE ETCHED UPON IT because you will have KILLED ME with your SAUSAGE FINGERS and MOCKED me on my DEATHBED-”

“Ye said ye wanted to stay on the sofa… didye want me to move you to the bed?”

“NO! When this is over you’re going to be sleeping on this couch for the rest of your LIFE, you giant OX-”

“So yer lying on my deathbed then.”

“I can’t believe this. I'm going to die because of your perversions and you're refusing to take my suffering seriously–”

“MY perversions??? That's rich. That's rich!”

"What? You're the one who got so enthusiastic about sticking it to me that the flared base slipped in!”

"YOU SHOULDNAE BOUGHT ONE WITH SUCH WEE BOLLOCKS! USELESS!"

"IT WAS ON SALE! NO ONE ASKED YOU TO GET THAT ENTHUSIASTIC!"

“YE WERE INTO IT!!! YE WERE INTO IT!!!”

“AND NOW IT’S IN ME AND WE’RE BOTH FUCKED!”

"CALM DOWN AND STOP CLENCHING-"

"DON’T TELL ME TO CALM DOWN!! I'M CALM! I'M UNCLENCHED!"

“JUST BREATHE!"

"YOU BREATHE! IT'S PRACTICALLY POKING ME IN MY LUNG!"

"OKAY!! Okay. Okay. Arthur… I think it might be time to consider alternative options.”

“We are NOT going to the A&E.”

“Oh, agreed.”

“Wh- you wouldn’t take me to the A&E?”

“I would! Do ye wanna go? Let’s fucken go!”

“No! You know ours is a teaching hospital! I REFUSE to have a gaggle of med students gather around my deathbed and stare into the depths of my fundament with their greasy, judgy, born post-2000 faces! YOU'RE the one who INSISTED on basting me like a Sunday roast-”

“Ye said ya LIKED the slipperiness of the new lube!!"

"-and now look where your decisions have brought us."

"We're getting off track. Arthur, listen to me. There's one thing we haven't tried yet."

"OH and you were saving it for a rainy day? A special occasion? The diamond jubilee?"

"I got up to four in you."

"I'm WELL AWARE-"

"What if. Five."

"..."

"Now hear me out-"

"Your hands are the size of garden trowels-"

"-I could get a better grip-"

"-and you want to rummage around in me and pluck it out like the last crisp in the bag? I've SEEN the poor crisp bags after you're done having your way with them-"

"-pull it right out, and then we'll worry nae more about it."

"-shredded! Like a fox went through the bins!"

"It's either this or the med students."

"..."

"..."

"You'll go slow."

"Slow as ye please."

"And you'll stop when I say."

"Aye, the very moment."

"Christ alive. Fine. Fine. Get in me."

"Alrigh', let me lube up–"

"TO YOUR FOREARM?"

"I've been staring into your asshole for almost two hours. I'm doin what I gotta do here. Alright, I'm goin in."

"FUCKING HELL don't START with four!"

"It's fine, look, they slid right in. There we go. And, breathe in-"

"Ugh–"

"Alrigh', just hold it there, keep breathing, you're doing so well–"

"Hah…hah… huff…"

"That's it. That's it. I'm gonna tuck my thumb in now, just keep breathing–"

"Christ–!"

"Don' tense up on me now! Easy, easy, let me in– oh."

"Alasdair…"

"Oh, sweetheart, I'm in ye. I'm all in. I can feel your heartbeat around me. Yer holding me so tight, yer burning up inside…"

"Wha… the fuck– are you getting hard right now?"

"I cannae help it, you're so open and soft and clenching so tight on me, maybe don't do tha'–"

"BECAUSE YOUR HAND IS UP MY ASS! Let me put my hand up your ass and see if you clench, you insufferable bastard!'

"God, I love ye."

"Wha...did you seriously– HOW DARE THE FIRST TIME YOU SAY THAT BE WHEN YOUR HAND IS UP MY ASS! I demand a do-over!!!"

"Every day, sweetheart, as much as ye like. Just a little deeper, let me in…

"Haa… haa…"

"Oh- I've found the end of it! Hold on now, you're doing so well, don't clench– I got it… I got it, hold on!"

"Guh- BE GENTLE!!"

"Sorry, sorry. Ok. Ok I've got a good grip. Gonnae gently draw it out. Breathe in–"

"Hah, hah… ha-ah!"

"Here it comes, breathe–"

"Alasdair– GAH!"

"It's out! It's out!"

"Haah…"

"I don't see any blood, I think yer alright. You're still open a little–"

"Dont look… -hic- don't– -sniff-"

"It's alright. It's alright. Just let it out. C'mere, lemme hold ye."

"-Sniff- No, you don't have to…"

"Ow, fuck, fucken elbows like scythes– there."

"I hate you."

"It's alright. I love ye."

"I…love you, too. Unfortunately."

"My condolences."

♡　The End　♡

[lilbluustar]

Midnight Rain | Chapter 8

Pairing— Emi as a reader x Student!Anton

wc— 2.7k

note— fic masterlist

taglist— @gacktsa @dreamiestay @youdoebaby @billiondollarworth

Anton

I woke up with a dry mouth, my head pounding like I had a drum instead of a brain, and a pain in my lower back I couldn’t explain. I blinked. Once, twice, three times. I didn’t recognize the ceiling above me. Nor the uncomfortable couch I was sprawled on. Or the place itself.

“Where…?” I whispered, sitting up with difficulty.

The sun was barely peeking through some thin curtains. Around me, bodies lay sleeping everywhere. Some on carpets, others on top of cushions. Clothes thrown around. Half-empty cups. And there they were: all the members of Riize, completely knocked out.

I checked my pockets. Pulled out my phone. 34 missed calls. Mom (12), Dad (15), Jungyoung (7). And over twenty messages. Messages I didn’t have the courage to open at that moment.

I ran my hands over my face, trying to put my thoughts in order. What happened last night?

I remembered dropping Emi off at home. Remembered how she asked me not to dwell on what had happened. Remembered the hug. And then… I went back. I went back to the party.

Sungchan had told me to stay a little longer. So I did. I wanted to distract myself. I wanted to stop thinking. I drank more tequila. Then a beer. Someone gave me something else—I didn’t even know what it was. All I knew was that I felt light, for the first time in weeks. No expectations, no pressure to be who I was supposed to be.

I danced. Yes, I danced. Something I never did. I sang with the band. Got up on stage and sang terribly off-key, but I didn’t care. Someone hugged me. I didn’t know who it was. And after that… nothing. A big, enormous blank.

I didn’t remember how I got to that house, or who brought me. Just that, at some point, I laughed so hard it hurt my stomach, and then everything went black.

I looked at my phone again. I had to go. I had to face the inevitable. But the worst part was the strange feeling in my chest. Not from the alcohol. Not from the scolding I knew was waiting. It was something else. It was Emi.

With great effort, I got up from the couch. My legs felt weak, like jelly. I leaned against the wall as I made my way down the hallway toward the bathroom, trying not to step on anyone. I splashed cold water on my face. It didn’t help much, but at least it made me feel a little more human.

“Rough night?” a sleepy voice asked behind me.

I turned and saw Eunseok, shuffling his feet, hair messy and half-covered by a giant hoodie. He yawned, not a care in the world.

“I don’t remember anything,” I muttered.

Eunseok raised an eyebrow. “Seriously?” “Did I do something bad?” He let out a low chuckle and shook his head, but his crooked smile left me more confused than reassured.

He didn’t say anything else. And I… I didn’t dare to ask.

I went back to where I’d slept and gathered the few things I’d brought with me: my jacket, my phone, my dignity in pieces. As I searched for my keys, Shotaro appeared, hair all over the place, hugging a pillow to his chest.

“You leaving already?” “Yeah… I’ve got like fifty missed calls from my parents. If I don’t show up soon, they’ll disown me. Or worse.” “Yikes… I get it,” he said with a sympathetic face as he stretched. “Sungchan’s out cold. I don’t think he’s waking up anytime soon, but I’ll walk you out.” “Whose house is this?” “Sungchan’s. But you know… I practically have my own room here,” he said with a relaxed smile.

We walked in silence. When we got to the door, Shotaro looked at me for a second, as if unsure. “Want me to drive you? My car’s nearby.” “Yeah… please.”

The drive home was quiet. I leaned against the car window, letting the wind mess up my hair even more. I felt dirty. Not just physically. All over.

When we got there, I thanked Shotaro. “Good luck, bro,” he said with a half-sympathetic, half-resigned smile.

I entered the house trying not to make noise, but the silence I expected wasn’t there. In the living room were Mom, Dad, and Junyoung. All three. Sitting. Awake. Clearly distressed.

Mom was the first to get up. “Anton! Oh my God, where were you? Why didn’t you answer? Junyoung went to your room last night and you weren’t there. We called all your friends. Your phone was off! Do you have any idea what we went through?”

Her voice cracked. She hugged me tightly, but I couldn’t return the gesture. I just pressed my lips together. “Chanyoung,” Dad said firmly from the couch. “Leave us alone, please.”

Mom hesitated, but nodded. She took Junyoung, who gave me a wide-eyed look before following her to her room.

Dad stood up. Crossed his arms. “What’s going on with you?” I looked down. Said nothing. “Yesterday, you made the driver wait nearly twenty minutes outside the school. Jungyoung had a fever! And he said you came from a direction completely opposite to the university. What were you doing out there? Why?” Silence. “You’re selfish. You only think about yourself. And instead of coming home, you disappear without a word? And now you show up like this… looking like that? You smell like alcohol. Sweat. And sex. Is that what you’re doing now? Is that the kind of life you’re choosing?”

I clenched my fists. “Nothing happened like you think…” I murmured. “Don’t lie to me!” he raised his voice for the first time, slicing through the air. “You have no idea the scene you caused last night! Your mother crying. Junyoung sick. And you? Out partying like you have no responsibilities.”

I burned inside. Swallowed hard. “You think you’re so brave, disappearing without telling anyone? You think it’s funny making us think something happened to you?” My stomach twisted.

“Listen closely, Anton. This isn’t going to slide. If your grades drop, if I see behavior like this again…” I looked up. “Are you threatening me?” “No. I’m warning you. If it happens again, no more freedom. You won’t go out except for school. Period. And if you’re not home by six, there will be consequences. The kind you already know. I keep my word, and you know it. You want to live like an adult? Fine. You’ll also deal with adult consequences.” “You can’t—” I started. “Oh, I can. As long as you live under this roof and you’re my son, you follow this house’s rules. And if you don’t, you and I are going to have a very, very serious problem. You have no idea how easily I can make all those things that excite you disappear.”

My chest was heaving. I felt like a bomb about to explode. I swallowed. “And don’t think I care if you’re angry. I don’t care about your teenage rebellion. My job is to make you successful, not a failure who can’t control himself.”

And that was what broke me. I went up the stairs without saying another word. Went straight to the shower.

The water hit me hard, hot. Like it could wash everything away. I needed it to cleanse me. To wash off everything: the party, the smell, the guilt, his voice. But all I felt was more rage. And I couldn’t help it. Because what really hurt couldn’t be washed away.

After the shower, I threw on a clean T-shirt and collapsed onto my bed, hair still damp, head a mess. I grabbed my phone to distract myself for a moment, but the first thing I saw was a message.

Emi [3 hours ago] “Hey… how are you? Thanks for last night. For taking me home and staying with me a while… I hope you got back safely 😊”

I swallowed. The knot in my throat tightened. My fingers moved on their own.

Me: Not great, to be honest.

Not even ten seconds later: Emi is typing...

Emi: Do you want me to call you?

I stared at the screen. Calls weren’t my thing. They never had been. I preferred texting. Having control. Thinking through what I was going to say. But I didn’t say no.

Me: Okay.

Seconds later, the phone vibrated. I took a deep breath and answered. “Anton?” “Yeah.” “Are you… okay?” “Not really.” A brief silence on the other end. “What happened?”

And then I let it all out. No filters. No overthinking. I told her that after dropping her off, I went back to the party. That I drank too much. That I was looking for something I couldn’t even define. I told her I didn’t remember how I ended up at that house. That I could barely get off the couch. That when I got home, my family was a mess and my dad… my dad made everything worse. “What did he say?” her voice was soft, attentive, like she was really there, sitting next to me. “That I’m selfish. That I disappointed everyone—or at least him. That if I ever do something like this again, he’ll forbid me from going out, basically… that.”

The line went quiet for a second. Until Emi whispered: “I’m really sorry, Anton.”

I closed my eyes, letting her voice wrap around me. “Thanks for asking how I was. No one else did.”

And we stayed there, in silence for a few seconds. Not awkward. Not empty. Just… quiet. And real.

Though that silence was broken minutes later by me, telling Emi I wanted to rest, that I’d had a rough night and wasn’t in the mood to talk to anyone. She understood and said it was no problem, that she’d be there if I needed anything.

And even if I didn’t say it clearly, she had no idea how much I appreciated those words—her words.

Emi

The moment I walked through the door of my house, everything crashed down on me like a slab of concrete. I locked myself in my room, turned on the soft light from the nightstand, and started taking off my clothes with slow movements, like each piece weighed tons. When I saw my reflection in the mirror—smudged makeup, wrinkled dress, and the chaos marked on my skin… I felt dirty. Not because of my body. But because of everything I had allowed. All those times I let someone touch me, trying to fill a void I didn’t understand. As if giving myself away was the only way to not feel so... alone.

I clumsily wiped off the rest of my makeup, rubbing too hard. The tears were already falling on their own, without permission. I felt small. Vulnerable. Hurt. And still, determined not to show it.

And in the middle of that storm, I thought of him. Wonbin. Without saying much, without knowing anything… he saved me. I don’t know how things would’ve ended if he hadn’t shown up. If he hadn’t interrupted just in time. If he hadn’t held me.

I owe him more than he knows. And I didn’t even have the presence of mind to thank him.

I let myself fall onto the bed without fully changing. My heart still tangled. Tears drying on their own. And at some point… I fell asleep. Morning came without warning.

My body ached, my head was heavy, and so was my soul. I stared at the ceiling for a long time.

What happened to me last night? Why did I let things go so far? Why was I never aware of the consequences?

I felt confused. Lost among my decisions, my wounds, and everything I didn’t know how to fix.

I didn’t want to get up. I didn’t want to talk to anyone. But something told me I couldn’t stay there forever.

I forced myself to get up. Dragged myself to the bathroom with uneven, clumsy steps.

The reflection in the mirror greeted me harshly. Dark circles. Puffy eyes. Tangled hair. And still, what hurt the most… was the expression on my face.

Empty. Empty of strength, of self-love, of will.

I clung to the edge of the sink and stayed there, staring.

Who am I? What am I doing to myself?

The tears threatened to return, but this time… I didn’t let them. No. Not anymore.

I took a deep breath. Splashed water on my face as if I could wash away what had happened, what had happened to me so many times. And I made myself a promise.

To never feel like this again. To never give pieces of myself just to avoid being alone. To never stay silent when something hurts. To never put myself in danger just to find an escape.

My reflection didn’t change. But for the first time, I wanted to look at it head-on. Without fear.

I went back to my room, my eyes still damp. I threw myself on the bed and grabbed my phone.

Maybe I just needed a distraction. To talk to someone who didn’t know how broken I was inside. Someone who, unintentionally, had also been there when I needed it most.

Anton.

I typed with trembling fingers: “Hey… how are you? Thanks for yesterday. For taking me home and staying with me for a bit… I hope you got back safely 😊”

And I sent it. Just that. Just a spark. Just something to make me feel that maybe… I wasn’t as alone as I thought.

And that’s how it was. We had a conversation that didn’t last long, but it helped me realize that, somehow, we both needed each other, even if we didn’t say it with words. Casually, unconsciously, we were always there when the other needed it.

Monday came faster than I expected. The weekend felt weird, almost like I’d lived in pause. I didn’t leave the house, barely ate, and when I slept, I did it with wet eyes and a tight throat.

Even so, what stuck with me most was what Anton told me on the phone…

“You don’t have to keep running away just to feel alive.”

I was never one to listen to advice. I always did what I wanted, when I wanted, and with whoever I wanted. But those words… came with a calm that hurt. It felt like someone was finally seeing me completely… without judging, without trying to fix me, just understanding me.

The walk to school felt heavier than usual. Like I was carrying the weight of myself. I arrived earlier than normal—I didn’t even notice. I guess getting out of the house helped me breathe a little.

I started walking aimlessly around school, looking for a quiet place to sit until my first class started. I wandered through the hallways when, suddenly, I saw him.

Wonbin.

He was coming out of the bathroom with that school uniform that never looked “normal” on him. His shirt half unbuttoned at the top, his tie worn wrong —like he didn’t care about following rules— and his hair still damp, falling slightly over his forehead. He walked up the stairs calmly, like he had all the time in the world and all the control over it.

I don’t know why, but my legs moved before my brain. I stood up suddenly and walked fast, almost running after him.

Just as I was about to catch up and he already had his hand on the classroom door handle, my feet failed me. I felt myself trip, my heart jumped to my throat, and I crashed straight into the lockers with a loud bang.

“Agh!” I let out without meaning to, leaning against the metal.

Wonbin turned instantly, a lopsided smile melting my bones.

“You okay?” he asked, one brow raised, with that tone he used when he knew he had the upper hand.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.”

I fixed my hair like that would somehow restore my lost dignity.

“I just… wanted to thank you, for the party.”

Wonbin stepped a little closer, with that look of his, part amused, part mysterious. The hallway suddenly felt narrower. Like the air between us was heavier.

“You don’t have to,” he said, slipping his hands into his pockets like it was nothing. “I’d do it as many times as needed.”

I froze. And not because of his words, but because of how he said them. His eyes looked right into mine, unblinking, and for a second it felt like he wasn’t seeing my face, but what was behind it. And I… I wasn’t used to anyone looking at me like that.

I didn’t know what to say. My cheeks burned in seconds, and I looked down out of pure reflex. Why did that sound so good coming from him? And why did he say it like… he cared?

“Still, thank you… really,” I whispered, not quite lifting my gaze.

My throat went dry. I blinked, uncomfortable, trying to look away, but he didn’t. On the contrary, he leaned in just enough to invade my personal space, just enough for his cologne to hit me square in the chest.

“For you, always.”

There was that lopsided smile again. But his eyes weren’t smiling. Not completely. There was something more: an unasked question, a contained interest, something that made me clench my fingers against the fabric of my skirt.

But before I could process what was happening, Wonbin’s teacher appeared down the hallway, walking into the classroom like nothing.

Wonbin looked over my shoulder and straightened up. “I gotta go,” he said, and as he passed by me, he raised his hand and gently pinched my cheek with two fingers. “Try not to throw yourself into any more lockers.”

He winked at me before pushing the door open and disappearing inside.

I stood there, stunned, my cheeks burning and my chest beating in a weird rhythm.

What was that…?

I looked at the closed door. I didn’t dare touch it. Didn’t dare move.

In the end, I just gripped the strap of my backpack and walked away without looking back.

[theaspiringhimbo]

For the Love of Lori

The following work features strong sexual content including body modification, consensual hypnosis, and bimbofication. All characters depicted are over the age of 18, and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. 

Content Warning: In addition to the aforementioned strong sexual content, the following chapter touches on transphobia, dysphoria, dead-naming/misgendering, and features scenes of a panic attack. 

CHAPTER 2: Meet The Beast

After a final approving look in the mirror, Lauren was swapping out her creation for her loungewear when her tablet and phone both chimed. As she read the weather report that had popped up, she couldn’t help but shiver. The incoming cold front and a chance of snow definitely called for a warmer addition to her ensemble, and she had just the thing in mind. Reaching into her closet, she pulled out the heather grey hoodie with the Barnett University Vipers emblem across the chest. Though it was several sizes too big for her and the sleeves always hung over her hands unless she took the time to roll them up, the cavernous hoodie was soft and perfectly stretched in the right places. Just the act of putting it on and zipping it up always made Lauren feel like she was wearing her own little blanket fort.

Like many of its brethren, it had once belonged to Dean before it found itself subject to that unspoken, yet universally accepted principle among men. He had somehow not been privy to this knowledge before they moved in together, but Lauren was happy to enlighten him on the matter one night while Dean was folding his laundry in his room. It was one of those moments of their shared life that never failed to make either of them smile when it was brought up.

At five-foot-ten and around two hundred pounds, Dean “The Beast” Eastman was a giant compared to Lauren. With a mane of the deepest brunette hair styled in a hockey flow, beady blue sanpaku eyes, unnervingly prominent canine teeth, and a scar from taking a skate to the face in high school, he looked less like a college student than he did a barbarian that moonlighted as a leg-breaker for the town loan shark. It suited him perfectly as one of the most feared and tenacious enforcers to play college hockey in recent memory.

However, those who got a chance to know him off the ice found his reputation and intimidating appearance belied a gentle soul with an easy smile and a sharp mind that would gladly give someone the shirt off his back. It was little wonder that he was the apple of Lauren’s eye and that she cherished their friendship more than anything else on earth- even if she couldn’t help busting his chops.

“You see, Dean,” she had begun as she looked at herself in his mirror, “it’s simply a matter of Newtonian physics.”

“Okay,” Dean sighed as he squeezed the bridge of his nose. “Setting aside how you’re bringing up physics in a conversation that doesn’t involve the finer points of bouncing titties…”

“Well, the night’s still young and we could hit up a strip club,” she teased. “You know, for research purposes?”

“Hot as that sounds, we’re getting off topic. What the fuck does Isaac Newton have to do with this?”

“It’s a universal constant,” she stated confidently. “An object in motion stays in motion. For every action, there is an equal yet opposite reaction. And if you’re a guy and you live with a woman- be they cisgender or trans- for any extended length of time, certain oversized shirts and every hoodie you own will inevitably migrate into said woman’s closet.”

“Gotta hand it to you, that’s the most eloquent explanation I’ve heard anyone use to justify their sticky fingers.”

Lauren let out a mock gasp. “Why, Dean Eastman- I never! I would assume a man of your intelligence and moral character would know better than to characterize a natural phenomenon like hoodie migration as mere thievery.”

“You have a better idea?”

“Maybe you could see it as donating to an ongoing and worthy cause.”

He gave her a probing look. “And what cause would that be?”

Lauren leaned in close and let the sleeves fall over her hands as she batted her eyes. “Me bein’ cute?”

Dean shook his head and laughed knowing he’d been beaten. “That is a cause I can get behind.”

Just thinking about the smile on his face made her giggle as she made her way to the kitchen and dug out a saucepan and the necessary ingredients for her mother’s recipe for homemade hot chocolate. On any other Friday night, she and the rest of the Vipers hockey squad would be on the prowl for a good time and riding high from kicking ass on the ice. But with the term done, a break in what would be her final season on the team, and another fashion masterpiece brought to fruition, she decided to treat herself to a cozy night on the couch with a mug of rich chocolatey indulgence and a couple of smutty paperbacks. If they were as good as she thought they would be, she’d soon be picking up where she left off when her mother had called…even if she knew her fingers and toys were poor substitutes for what she fantasized about.

But as she set the can of whipped cream down on the counter, she contemplated her mother’s invitation. With Dean’s folks out of the country, he was planning on staying put to keep an eye on things while Lauren went home for the holidays. Thoughtful as the gesture was, Lauren couldn’t stand the idea of him spending Christmas alone- especially not after the bullshit he had gone through on her account. Why shouldn’t she ask him to come home with her? He deserved a break- time away from school, and to be in a familiar space with people who knew and appreciated him.

It’s not like he hasn’t been to my house or slept in my room with me before, Lauren told herself. I mean, sure- we were kids the last time that happened, but we’re both adults. We’ve lived together long enough to know what we’d be in for. Sharing the bed though? Well, it wouldn’t be much different from all the times we’ve fallen asleep together on the team bus or on the couch; and it would be nice to wake up with those big arms wrapped around me…or his cock inside of me.

The mere thought of it made her bite her lip and quiver with delight as she closed her eyes, letting the fantasy play out in her head frame by deliciously pornographic frame. The two of them, just waking up to each other in a cozy bed bathed in soft morning light. Him kissing and playfully nipping at her earlobes and neck as they spooned. One hand playing with her throbbing sex, the other lifting her leg as she felt his wonderful and lubed up hardness circling the very edges of her tight little hole. She could practically hear the low, seductive growl of his bedroom voice whispering as he teased her.

Does my little bimbo slut want it? Does she want her master’s cock?

“Mmmmmyesssss,” Lauren moaned, the prospect of her bestie taking charge and thrusting into her made her cheeks flush. As her girldick began to stiffen, she could feel the emergence of the lovely bubble gum pink haze that almost always crept into her mind when she was horny; coaxing her to turn off her brain, let go of her inhibitions, and embrace being a happy, wonderfully ditzy princess. Lauren leaned against the counter and pulled down the waistband of her flannels to let her questing fingers find purchase upon her aching princess wand while her free hand slid under her shirt to squeeze a stiffening nipple.

If she didn’t know any better, she’d swear she was lactating a little. The image of her having big, bouncy mommy milkers coaxed a high, musical giggle from her lips. Or maybe it was just because the term sounded so cute. She didn’t know. Or care. She didn’t need thoughts right now- just him. To just let go and be his loving little bimbo slut. Young. Dumb. Full of his cum.

“Yes, Dean,” she said in a noticeably higher voice.  “I need it…your cock…please…please fuck me…fuck me, master…” No sooner had she made her plea than the phone began to vibrate in her pocket, rudely snapping her out of her fantasy and banishing the haze. “Sonofa—”

A second later, the Motorhead ringtone she had chosen for Dean began to play, and her annoyance gave way to a happy moan at the possibility that she manifested him calling with the power of horny.

“Mmm, speak of the big angel himself,” she purred. She turned on the speaker. “Hey, babe,” Lauren said, quickly noticing her voice still in its higher register and clearing her throat. “What’s up?”

“Hi, Lauren- you at home? I forgot my keys.”

“Mm. Yeah, I’m here,” she replied, conjuring every manner of un-sexy thought possible to make herself go limp. Sorry girl, she thought. But your patience will be rewarded, I promise.

“Sorry, did I call you in the middle of…something?” Dean asked suggestively.

Lauren’s cheeks flushed and laughed nervously. “Heh…no…of course not. What kind of woman do you take me for?”

“One I know way too well.”

“Smart-ass,” she giggled. “Still…how did everything go?”

“It could’ve gone worse I guess.” Dean said. Lauren could practically hear him shrug.  

“That’s a mood. So where you at right now? Do you want me to come pick you up?”

“No, it’s okay- I’m just about to come up the walk.”

“Hold on, I’ll be right there,” she said, fishing a mug out of the cabinet. “Your timing is perfect- you caught me in the middle of making some hot chocolate.”

“Really? And would that hot chocolate be for anyone?” Dean asked, his arrival announced by his heavy footsteps on the front porch and the rhythmic stomp of slush being knocked off his boots.

“Mayyyybe,” she teased, pulling another mug out.

“I could make it worth your while,” he replied.

“Oh? What’d you have in mi—” Lauren paused, her ears perking up at another sound over the phone.

“Lauren? You still there?”

“Dean, are you okay? I can hear your teeth chattering.”

“Funny you should mention that- I had to walk home without my sweater and—”

In an instant, the mischief in Lauren's voice turned to alarm. “WITHOUT A WHAT?!” She barely avoided dropping the mug to the counter before racing to the front door and throwing it open to see Dean’s imposing figure in the encroaching twilight with a paper bag under his arm. In spite of the black navy coat and jeans with heavy boots, Dean was visibly shivering. Whether it was from the cold or the look of horror on Lauren’s face was anyone’s guess.

“Eardrums,” he said dryly. “I don’t have working eardrums.”

“Oh. My. GOD!” Lauren cried. “Dean, get in here! You must be freezing!”

“Okay, I’m coming, I’m coming,” he said, stomping the last of the slush off his boots before coming in from the cold. “Brrrrrr! That’s better. Nothing like coming home to a warm reception,” he chuckled as he pulled off his cap and gloves and began to unbutton his coat.

“Good fucking grief, you big goof,” Lauren said, locking the door behind them and hugging Dean. “Jesus, you feel like an icicle! Are you just wearing a shirt under that? Here, you get that coat off and put this on,” as she began to take off the hoodie, she froze at the sight of the bandage on Dean’s right cheek. “Dean…what happened to your face?”

“Me mouthing off. That’s what I get for giving Kat a promise ring,” he said, wincing as he tried to smile.

“With a ring…she…hit you…” Lauren’s eye began to twitch. “...she hit you with her fucking ring hand?!”

“Pfft. It’s nothin’. I’ve had way wor—” Dean trailed off as Lauren moved toward the coat rack. “Hey, where’re you going?”

“Prison,” Lauren fumed as she reached for her coat. “Because I’m gonna make that slap-happy bitch wish she was never born!”

“Lauren, it’s just a scratch, no big de—” Dean’s protests were cut off with a small yelp as Lauren turned, yanked Dean down by the lapels of his coat and glared at him.

“IT’S A BIG DEAL TO ME!” she barked. “SHE HURT YOU! HOW CAN I—” But the look of contrition in his eyes that always appeared whenever he made her upset dissipated her fury. “H-how…how can I let someone treat you like that?”

“Lori,” he spoke gently to her and placed his hands on her shoulders with a warm and reassuring smile. “It’s alright.”

“N-no it’s not. You always defend me,” she whispered. “You wouldn’t be in this mess if it wasn’t…”

“Don’t you even think that.” Dean chided. “This was not your fault; do you hear me? This. Was. Not. Your. Fault. And I know you’ve got my back.”

Lauren nodded. “Y-yeah…I’m sorry, I just…”

“I know. And I’m sorry I made you worry.”

“So…um…where’s your sweater?”

“It’s in the bag,” Dean replied. “She got coffee on it, and I didn’t want to wear it outside because I knew I’d be colder. And as for this thing right here?” Dean pointed to the bandage. “Tell you what- how about you make me something hot to drink while I get these boots off and let me throw on another sweater. Then we can sit down, and I’ll tell you everything. And hey, you were right about something.”

“What?”

He pulled the hoodie back on to her shoulders and zipped her up. “This looks way cuter on you.”

“Flatterer,” she giggled. “Okay. And I’ll put your sweater in the washer.”

“Thanks, hon.”

As Dean pulled off his boots and hung up his coat, Lauren picked up the bag and hurried back toward the laundry room. She grimaced as she fished out the cable knit sweater and got a look at the stain. Judging by the splash pattern, it had been thrown right at Dean’s face. She breathed a sigh of relief that Kat hated to have her coffee too hot. Soon enough, she had the washing machine going and hurried back into the kitchen to prepare the mug of hot chocolate for Dean.

Dean’s courtship with Katrina Drake had started out with so much promise, and for a while it looked like she was going to be the one who was in it for the long haul. And it felt like Lauren and Dean’s friendship finally- mercifully- wasn’t viewed with the kind of suspicion that often came with platonic relationships between men and women. But it all started going off the rails at that stupid party when Kat had pulled her aside and made a shocking proposition.

It wasn’t like Kat had been the first ostensibly straight coed to get a little heteroflexible after a few too many shots of vodka. And though nothing had happened as Lauren had turned Kat down- Lauren would be the first to admit that if Kat and Dean weren’t an item, she could have seen herself asking Kat out. She adored her as a friend, and damned if she wasn’t a sexy little thing to boot. But rather than filling Lauren with excitement at the prospect of living out a sexual fantasy, all Kat’s offer of a threesome did was make her feel dirty and prime her to have a full-blown breakdown the next day in front of Dean.

Lauren knew on a logical level that she hadn’t done anything wrong when she tried to tell him what happened. She had emphatically told Kat no. She had only gotten physical when Kat wouldn’t let go of her wrist, and even then, she had acted with restraint. She had never heard Kat say anything like that before. She wanted to forgive her and help her make amends. And she knew Dean deserved to know the truth.

But her resolve didn’t stop the panic attack from hitting her like an oncoming train as Kat’s words reverberated through her mind. Just as lust and adoration summoned the pink haze to color her thoughts, the degradation and fear Kat’s words instilled made her feel like she was defenseless and being drained to a bloodless white. Her implications pierced Lauren’s heart like the cold steel of a poisoned knife. She had felt her veins turning to ice as the knife twisted at the sound of her deadname. And on top of it all, Kat’s suggestion that Dean could…

If you were on your knees or he did you doggy style, you’d be just like a real girl. He’d never know the difference…Dean wouldn’t mind. You know how agreeable he is…You’d be just like a real girl…

The next thing she knew, Lauren was racing to the bathroom with Dean in pursuit, barely making it to the toilet before she threw up her breakfast. She had never felt as helpless or scared before or since that moment- and the fact that Dean was seeing her like this made it so much worse. And yet as she begged through her tears for him to leave her alone, Dean- who usually regarded her saying no to anything as iron-clad law- shook his head as he crouched next to her on the bathroom floor.

“Someone has to hold your hair back,” he told her.

“Damn you,” Lauren sniffled as tears ran down her cheeks, “just for once, why can’t you stop being so---”

“Lori.”

Her given name had never suited her pre-transition. She had always gone by the middle one. And though she knew when her eggshell cracked that she wanted to keep some variation of the name she had been given at birth, twists on the name she once went by- Antonia, Toni, Antoinette- just wouldn’t do. In truth, she was glad to be rid of it. Her now feminized given name fit her like a glove, and she was proud to adopt it in honor of her namesake- her father, Lawrence Cantrell.

She supposed that people didn’t call her Lori because they either assumed it was too close to a deadname or thought it sounded childish. But to her, it always sounded so carefree. So unapologetically girly. Every time she heard it coming from Dean, she felt a rush of glee. But to hear it in this voice- one that was all at once commanding and tender- she would let him hold everything she was in the palm of his hand.

“Look at me,” he said.

It seemed like a lifetime ago that she came home from beginning her transition and slowly descended the stairs to the living room in new clothes, a new hairstyle, and with her new name. She was so nervous. Both of them were. But it all fell away the minute she looked into that boy’s blue eyes and he said that name with a smile. As if it had always been her name.

Hi, Lori. 

And now that same boy with kind blue eyes- who had grown into the sweetest, most wonderful man she would ever know- gazed at her adoringly as he gently pulled her close and wrapped her in his arms.

“It’s okay,” he whispered as he stroked her hair, gently rocking her and letting her cling to him as he felt the heat of her tears on her shirt. “It’s okay, Lori…shhhh…I’m right here…”

Time lost its meaning for Lauren in the sanctuary of that embrace as she slowly regained her composure. Dean told her that she didn't have to tell him what happened if she wasn’t ready. If she wanted to, he could get her cleaned up and let her lay down for a while. It wasn't like he had anywhere to be as Kat was doubtlessly sleeping off her hangover. But Lauren told him that she needed to speak her peace. She was scared, but she knew silence wasn’t an option.

With her bestie’s gentle encouragement, Lauren soon had herself sorted out and able to tell him what had happened at the party. Dean listened patiently, never forcing an answer; but when she got nervous, he knew just what to say to give her courage to speak. Though she spared him the worst details- how Kat had not only misgendered and deadnamed her, but also how he had been at the root of a moment of temptation- Dean still understood why Lauren had been so shaken and that a line had been crossed.

“You didn't do anything wrong. You know that don’t you?”

“I know,” Lauren sniffled. “I just…I was scared, Dean. I was scared of ruining what you and Kat have. Of seeing you hurt. You two are so good together, and I know it's what you've always wanted…”

“What I want…” Dean murmured.

“Dean?” She looked up at him. “Sweetie, what is it?”

He let out a deep breath. “It does hurt though…the thought of you feeling so scared that you even had to think of keeping quiet. Seeing you cry and beat yourself up over something that wasn't your fault. Your being made to think that you could ever lose me or my trust for telling me the truth. Those hurt more than your honesty ever will.”

She held onto him tighter.

“I do love Kat,” Dean continued. “But I won't compromise on your safety or your peace of mind. No decent man would even consider that.”

“What if I was tempted?” Lauren asked. “What if Kat had been sober and asked me…what if I thought maybe…?”

“We all get tempted, hon. We’re only human. We all have lust in our hearts. What matters is how we act when we're faced with it.” Dean rubbed his chin. “Then again, I can't say I blame you for being tempted…or her being tempted for that matter. You definitely have me beat.”

Lauren let out a little sniffle. “Dean, I—wait. What?”

“Stand up for a sec.”

“O-okay?”

They helped each other to their feet and Dean stood her in front of the bathroom mirror as he ran some water over a washcloth.

“What do you see?” he asked.

“A girl who threw up and then started ugly crying?”

“Ha ha. But seriously now,” Dean turned her to him, gently dabbed at her face with the cloth and then turned her back to see her reflection. “You know what I see? “A bewitchingly…beautiful…blonde…bimbo…bombshell.” Dean teased her hair. “Color job notwithstanding, but you get the idea. Who wouldn’t be attracted to a smoke show like you? It’d definitely be an improvement over my Dollar General Grell Sutcliffe-lookin’ ass.”

Lauren looked up at him with a raised eyebrow. “You…do realize she was asking for a threesome, right?”

“Well, who would the third supposed to be? I mean, I assumed that my role in this would involve a chaise lounge and some popcorn.”

Though she wanted to give him a withering look, she soon felt herself descending into laughter that cut through the remnants of her sadness like sunlight through a storm cloud. "Oh. My. God,” she gleefully chided.  “You’re expecting to be put in the cuck chair?!”

“If there’s gonna be a dick in the mix, don’t ya think you two deserve better than a dude who looks like an NTR villain?”

“If there’s gonna be…Dean, what about mine?!” she asked, pointing indignantly at her crotch.

“Doesn’t count. You’re a girl. Girl dicks- be they on trans women, nonbinary folks, or futas- are in a class all their own and occupy a higher place on Maslow’s Hierarchy of Sexy, ergo still necessitating a male in this theoretical ménage à trois who meets the requisite standards- like Chris Hemsworth with the stamina of your average hentai protagonist.”

Lauren put her face in her hand and shook her head. “I think the women involved would be in a better position to determine those- ahem- ‘standards.’ I mean…Chris Hemsworth? Guys on the juice do nothing for me.”

"And I suppose you have a better idea?"

As a matter of fact, Lauren had several volumes of wonderfully smutty ideas for him. But she held her tongue, folded her arms, and turned away with an exaggerated pout. "Maybe I wanna be in the cuck chair!"

Dean's jaw dropped open.

"Don't give me that look,” Lauren shot back with a grin. “That girl’s loud enough with a ball-gag in her mouth to wake up the whole neighborhood,”

“H-how did you know she has a ball gag?”

“I helped her find one, but that’s beside the point,” Lauren stated matter-of-factly. “I'd like some visuals to go with that soundtrack.”

“So what am I supposed to be, a peep show?”

“I’d hardly call my appreciation of sensuality and the human form something so tawdry,” Lauren corrected, affecting an elitist tone of voice. “I’ll even wear an evening dress and break out the opera glasses so I can take in every nuance of the leading man’s performance including what I assume is a hilarious o-face.”

Dean rolled his eyes. “This from someone who sounds like a valley girl hitting a falsetto when she cums.”

Lauren turned her nose up. “It's not my fault the walls around here are so thin. But if that's your attitude, maybe I'll pass on throwing roses at you in favor of some loonies.”

“Coins?!”

“I'll make it hail!” Lauren declared. When their laughter at the absurd image finally subsided enough to catch their breaths, the two of them paused for a moment and just looked at one another. As much as they fed off each other in the back and forth, it was never forced. The silences between them were never awkward. Neither was their affection. In so many ways, they had an intimacy that even the most committed and passionate lovers envied. Philia that was as true as steel.

“I have an idea,” Dean said.

“Yeah?” Lauren asked expectantly.

Dean grinned. “You wanna go get a mani-pedi and do some shopping?”

Lauren let out a little gasp. “OhmyGod, really?”

“Only the best for a good girl…”

Lauren felt so giddy that she thought she was going to need a fainting couch. “I’m a good girl!” she squealed. “I’m totally a good girl! I’m the best girl! Mhm! Bestest and goodest girl!”

“Damn straight you are. I’ll get dressed. You go put on somethin’…hmmmm…”

“You’re thinking something naughty, aren’t you?” Lauren teased.

“I guess it is a little chilly out for underboob.”

“Pervert,” she said with a laugh. “Don’t ever change.”

“Couldn’t if I tried.”

“But I do have a fit in mind,” Lauren offered with a wink as they walked out of the bathroom. Just as they were about to part and head for their respective rooms, Lauren reached out and took his hand.

When Dean turned to face her, he could tell there was something she didn’t want left unsaid. “You okay?”

Lauren bounced a little where she stood. Whatever it was, she was really psyching herself up to say it. “Just so you know…um…Kat’s little proposition?” Lauren asked. “I-I mean…listen. I felt uncomfortable at the time, but…the thing is? I don’t want you to get the wrong idea.”

“About what?”

She sighed. “You’re really gonna make me say it, huh?”

“Whaaat?” Dean asked, feigning exasperation.

Lauren laughed nervously, but her smile came so naturally as she beckoned him to lean down so he was at eye level. “Setting aside genital preference and everything else?”

“I’m listening.”

“The idea of being with you,” Lauren said. “I don’t want you to think that was a turn off, Dean. I mean…you’re handsome. Strong. Sweet. You know how to make a girl feel special. Kat’s lucky to have you. You’re the total package, bestie.”

Dean rubbed the back of his head and looked away. “Aw, c’mon, I’m not all that. I’m just…” he turned back in time to see Lauren draw closer to him. “...I’m just…just me.”

“I wouldn’t have given my first real kiss to anyone that wasn’t,” she whispered. “Or this one either.” She leaned in and gently planted a kiss on his cheek. “So don’t you ever doubt your worth, you big goof.”

Dean placed his hands on Lauren’s shoulders. “I won’t,” he said, leaning in to kiss her forehead and pulling her into one last hug before they got changed and he treated her to a day on the town, the both of them secure in the knowledge that everything was going to be okay. Little did they know what the party and the days that followed would reveal about Kat and just how poorly she dealt with rejection. If anything, the party may have simply accelerated the inevitable for her. 

That didn’t give her an excuse, Lauren fumed. The injury to Dean’s face may have been nothing compared to the beatings he took and dished out on any given night during the season, but this wasn’t hockey- what happened on the ice stayed on the ice. And the idea of Kat- someone who said they loved him and cried out his name in the heat of passion- hitting someone that she knew wouldn’t raise a hand to a woman if his life depended on it made Lauren angry enough to spit nails. And the coffee- what if it had been hot? Kat could have burned his face. Blinded him.

How dare she, Lauren thought as she grasped the counter and clenched her teeth. How. FUCKING. DARE SHE. So help me God, if she comes anywhere near him again, I’ll tear that fucking cunt’s throat out and I’ll—Her thoughts were cut off and she gasped as a pair of arms wrapped around her waist from behind.

“Hey,” Dean said as he gently pulled her back against his chest.

She looked up at him. “Hey.”

“I’m safe,” he said reassuringly. “I’m okay. And you won’t need to go elbows up for me on this, Sniperella.”

“Big brave Beast,” Lauren cooed. “What am I gonna do with you?”

Dean paused in thought. “Maybe add some whipped cream to my mug, please?”

Lauren smirked. Never one to turn down a polite request, she reached for the can of whipped cream and sprayed a dollop onto his nose.