#so after that g drawing i just did this instead

[wannaeatramyeon]

DG x Reader: Manager and their Idol

8.5k. G/N. Soft, colleagues to lover (guess I love this trope). Masterlists

You had imagined life as a K-Pop idol manager to be much more glamorous.

You pity your young naive self. The one that envisaged schmoozing with stars and rubbing elbows with the movers and shakers, and instead set you on this horrid, lacklustre path.

What you didn't expect was the amount of time playing driver. Carting that stupid pink haired brat around. Waiting on him hand and foot during shoots and interviews, and being at his beck and call.

You have saved his ass more times than you can recall, ran through scripts with him, practised his stupid dances and moves alongside, protected him from unhinged fans and reporters and scavengers.

And yet you can count on one hand the amount of times he has thanked you.

Actually no, it didn't require any hands because he has thanked you exactly zero times for all your early mornings and late nights and for going above and beyond your duty.

Out of desperation, you had asked your boss if you could manage someone else and the request was declined.

"DG has taken a liking to you," she said, tone impressed as if that was something you should be proud of.

"Great," your smile comes out as more of a grimace.

And goddamn, this agency was so stupidly prestigious and the benefits and perks here really are second to none. Just why did Diego fucking Kang have to be their top idol.

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The first time you crossed the threshold into his building, greeting the reception security guard and entering his penthouse keycode like you had been let in on the world's greatest secret, you had tiptoed around like a child in a museum. After all, this was DG's residence. The DG!

You had ooh-ed and aah-ed at every little thing. 

Taking delight in seeing his interior design of choice, the type of candy that he snacks on, the shampoo and conditioner he uses, the way he organises his desk. This is the chair DG sits on to eat. This is the sofa DG lounges on to watch TV. This is the bed he sleeps in, the bath he uses, the toilet he-

Any wide eyed innocence and awe evaporated after your first week working together.

Today, you stab in the entry code and let the door shut with a bang. 

You set his now cold coffee order on the kitchen counter and rifle with practised fingers through his unopened mail to see if there is anything you should draw his immediate attention to. You pick up his discarded clothes from the floor (and for fuck's sake, this suit jacket was on loan) and make your way to his bedroom where tufts of pink hair peeks out from under the cover.

"Good morning," you announce, locating the remote to open the blinds and letting in some sunlight.

Bedsheets rustle behind you.

"Good morning Diego," you repeat and give one warning, "I hope you're decent." With that, you throw the covers back to find the scantily dressed idol glaring up at you.

You remember the days when this sight would have made you weak at the knees. Seeing him half naked, in the flesh, freshly woken up with bedhead and half lidded eyes. It's what most of Korea dreams of, including yourself once upon a time.

Now all you feel is extreme irritation.

"Good morning," you say for the third time, plastering on a saccharine smile that you know DG sees clearly through because it is insincere as hell to anyone with half a brain cell. You let the fakeness shine through anyway.

For a split second, DG frowns as his eyes drop to your lips and then he pretends everything is good. Smiling back prettily, sharp canines on show and stretching. Lifting his arms overhead, showing a good stretch of pecs and abs and the line of muscle in a V pointing like an arrow straight down to his-

You roll your eyes.

"You're late." You throw the covers back over him and stride back towards the door. "We should have left half an hour ago." You leave out the part where you had been waiting downstairs in the car and after an hour of no show and no anything, you stomped your way up to his home.

DG, sensing your mood, adds oil to the fire with a smirk, "Why didn't you wake me then?"

If that idiot bothered to look at his phone, he would see a number of missed calls and unread messages from you.

Whatever.

"Hurry up."

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DG has come across many people like yourself over the years. All cute and bright eyed, way too soft.

He never gave you any special treatment, for better or worse, and assumed that you would eventually burn out or give up and move on to something more worthwhile.

Unfortunately, in a rare turn of events, he had miscalculated.

Of course most people would be starstruck, it's only natural. But he mistook your sincerity and kind smile for ignorance and missed your sharp, observing gaze, and astute mind.

He's impressed, and he really can't remember the last time he was impressed.

In a matter of days of working together, you had managed to cut through the bullshit and within the month got him more compliant and docile than anyone else ever has.

Which should be a huge fucking problem, and raising red flags all over DG's mind.

...Except-

What's really troubling him right now, as he sulks in the passenger seat and you in the driver's, is that you have developed some sort of resistance to his charms.

Maybe a part of him does actually miss the you who he formed the first impression of. Who looked at him in wonder, with the same admiration that everyone else did.

Now that he knows you, he hates that he had thought that initial admiration was insignificant and worthless.

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DG has a stash of candy in the car.

Or more accurately, you keep a stash of candy next to him to a) Shut him up and b) Keep him tolerable.

If DG wasn't so aloof, the fact that he has an incurable sweet tooth (and probably cavities to prove it) would have made headlines as a cute K-Pop fact and likely garnered sponsorship and advertising deals with all sorts of confectionary brands.

You had only found out during your adventures as his manager, rifling through his kitchen drawers trying to find his goddamn phone that he misplaced and you stumbled upon his stash of candy.

It really was a disgusting amount, something you'd expect a gaggle of grade schoolers at Halloween to hoard, not Diego goddamn Kang.

And then you also found out if he's not quiet and haughty in the car, making the atmosphere awkward, he likes to comment on your driving.

Who even sits in the passenger seat next to their 'chauffeur' anyway? He complains about you braking too suddenly and not accelerating fast enough. How you drive like an 80 year old with cataracts, and you're too slow when the light changes to green.

The turn in your relationship happened when you snapped at him to shut the fuck up after losing the final shred of your sanity on a three hour drive.

DG, to your dismay, didn’t miraculously lose his hearing and turns to you as you silently berate yourself for voicing the quiet thoughts out loud.

Although, you're in the deep end now. You're gonna get fired anyway, so if he says anything else you might as well give him a flick on the forehead or a pinch or maybe a punch to the face-

Instead, he laughs.

It's nothing like the laugh you have heard on TV and in interviews. The rehearsed and manicured 'haha' or cool chuckle that suits his shiny persona. It's kinda goofy and a lot endearing.

What's even more endearing is the way he does actually shut the fuck up for the rest of the journey. You like him a lot more after that.

So. You digress.

The candy is a way to keep the sweet toothed maniac quiet. Even if it doesn't work, at least it's harder to make out what insults he's slinging with a lollipop rattling around his mouth.

However, he has never ever shared any with you. Any of the candy that you stock, and pay for.

(That you technically claim back on company expenses, but you're trying to be self righteous here.)

Ever.

In all the months of working with him, he gobbles away happily even if your stomach is growling and you refuse to take any yourself out of principle.

Until-

"Here."

"Huh?"

Taking advantage of your response and open mouth, DG leans into your personal space and feeds you some chewy strawberry something or another (which coincidentally are his least favourite), fingers lingering on your lips for a fraction of a second.

Three things happen in quick succession.

The burst of sugar hits your tongue.

You nearly choke.

You narrowly avoid swerving.

"Careful now," DG grins when you get the car and yourself under control, and glance at him with a scowl.

Good. That proves you're not completely immune to his charms.

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That bastard has now taken it upon himself to feed you candy at every opportunity.

You wonder if he's doing some sort of Pavlov experiment. The sweetness trying to erase any sourness you feel towards him.

It sort of works, and you consider biting his fingers off one of these days.

You hear the crinkling of wrappers, one for him that he pops into his mouth, and one for you that he gives without asking.

You angle your head towards him, and his fingers graze your lips every time.

Neither of you comment on the change but the intimacy drives you a little crazy.

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And DG too.

Because intimacy works both ways and damnit his little gesture to keep the pretty blush on your face has backfired.

The only form of intimacy he knows comes from discreet hookups and low key links. Not someone who is around day in, day out. Or anyone that goes deeper than one night stands and booty calls.

You're there, you're always there. Of course you are, you're his manager.

But today, he feels under the microscope with you standing a couple metres away and keen eyes watching the camera monitor.

It's a no nothing day. Standard schedule where he shoots a fragrance commercial and he exits a pool all wet and sultry, white t-shirt clinging to his muscled body.

Then another scene where he writhes around slightly on a sunbed and eye-fucks the camera.

How it sells a fragrance, he never knows. The mystery of showbiz.

"Cut! More powder!" The director shouts out, the crew springing into action and DG knows exactly why.

He feels strangely embarrassed and flustered, which has manifested into his cheeks being flushed, and god he can't even remember the last time he has been like this.

It’s out of character and he needs to get his head together.

As the make up artist hurriedly dabs on some foundation, you make your way over to him.

"Are you sick?" you ask, concerned and reaching out to feel his forehead with the back of your hand.

"I'm fine," He says, turning away from your attentiveness and staring at a point in the distance.

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With most people, if DG wants them out of sight, they stay out of sight.

But as his manager, and a very competent one at that, it’s harder to get you to leave.

Not that DG wants you to either, don’t get him wrong. 

The only constants he has around him are people who want something from him. And yes, he knows you’re only in his company because you work with him. However, he really can’t doubt the concern he always sees in your eyes. The compassion and empathy even when he makes you want to scream and tear your hair out.

His standoffish demeanour is not new to anyone. It’s part of his appeal to be quite honest. 

Yet he feels bad over the next couple weeks as he turns it up to eleven and tries to create some distance. He registers the hurt on your face as he is extra short with his answers and behaviour.

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Pandering to overinflated celebrity egos and the insane Korean work ethic often leads to after hour shoots and dinner delayed until past midnight.

Honestly, this wreaks havoc on your sleep schedule and your skin.

"Here." You retrieve DG's takeout from the paper bag.

A double portion of delicious fried chicken with a side of kimchi and pickles. It's a change of pace from what most idols order, yet he doesn't give two shits about calories or sodium intake and to add insult to injury, somehow manages to keep his trim figure.

You lament your soggy salad sitting at the bottom. As if it’s not sad enough right now - once you arrive home, the lettuce will be wilting and room temperature and you will eat it in your dimly lit apartment with nothing to keep you company except the sound of the TV.

DG notices you turning to leave his penthouse, and his mouth moves before his brain can.

"Aren't you staying?"

"What?" You double take at the question.

DG's company is usually worse than your lonely meal for one. 

He’s annoying and you frequently want to slap him, but how he has been with you lately has been troubling and you actually feel a sense of relief at his offer.

(You had wondered if you might have been getting sacked up until this moment.)

Nevertheless, in all your time working alongside, you have never had a proper meal one on one together. Nothing more than you driving with one hand and the other hastily shoving a burger into your mouth as he looks on in disgust.

You would have dwelled on this more, wondering what's changed, what’s happened, but then-

"I'll share." DG nudges the box towards you, and the delicious scent of deep fried, battered goodness wafts along with it it

All your misgivings and your salad is forgotten.

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Almost.

No, you were wrong.

Eating with DG, without any distractions such as traffic to navigate or other boisterous colleagues around, is unnerving. Disarming.

His haughtiness remains, but how haughty can someone be when munching on a drumstick.

All frostiness from the past weeks melts away as you both eat your way through his chicken.

He’s talking more tonight than you have heard in a while.

You find him funny, and really quite bitchy. Which you did know all along except it's much funnier now his slanderous comments aren't directed at you.

And has he always looked at you with such a piercing gaze? So intensely focused on what you have to say. Even if you're just complaining about your boss, blurring your lines of professionalism, he gives you his full attention.

You really can't remember the last time you have been in each other's company like this. 

You loathe to admit that even with what an asshole he is, DG's shine hasn’t dulled enough for you that you don't understand the appeal.

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Leaning forward, DG whispers into your ear.

To anyone else, it looks like an over-affectionate idol with their manager. If they could hear his words, "I'm going to kill you," they would think otherwise.

Ok, so this one is your fault.

The good times have to come to an end and maybe you should have been more careful with his pride and joy - some ridiculously overpriced and over-specced vehicle.

Taking advantage of the clear blue Seoul skies, the pink haired menace was the one who drove you today in his fancy imported sports car, but the speed limits and the rest of the traffic was not on his side.

Already running late, even for him, he parked somewhere convenient and illegal then passed you the keys, leaving you stranded on the sidewalk, mouth opening and closing like a goldfish, as he strode off to meet his music producer and choreographer and left you to park his baby elsewhere.

Why he entrusted you with it, you're not sure.

You would have done it anyway though, because when else are you going to have an opportunity to drive a supercar, if your boss didn't call at that moment. Questioning your expenses and DG's schedule and confusing you about the fitting at a fashion house and hair styling appointment that you knew like the back of your hand but when someone is so confidently incorrect, you start to doubt yourself.

By the time you got off the phone after pacing up and down the street and checking and double checking DG's timetable, you finally make your way back to the car-

And see it in the middle of being compounded.

You had begged and pleaded with the two men who were having none of it and you left, tail between your legs, to beg and plead with the other man who you knew would also have none of it.

Damn, you hate it when you prove yourself right in these instances.

You know DG won't really kill you, but he will likely make your life hell for the next couple weeks.

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A normal person being pissed off at you would probably result in the silent treatment until tempers cool down.

DG does the opposite. Sort of.

He takes pleasure in making things as awkward for you as possible, until you're squirming in your seat trying to stay professional, thinking about your job and your rent and your bills; or torn between wanting the ground to swallow you up.

Around other people, your boss, your colleagues, his colleagues, he sidles up to you all smiles and soft looks. Slips purposely into banmal, and then oopsy, pretends that he didn't mean to be so informal with you around others.

Gossip soon stirs about your and DG's close relationship, if there's something else going on. Only you can see the mischief in his eyes and the malice in his smile and you think about yanking him by the ear and demanding to know what he is playing at.

Alone, he denies any sort of miscreant behaviour. Barely listening to you complaining and snapping at him. Ending with him outright ignoring you and you fume even harder.

This time, you're not sure the punishment even fits the crime. 

Any guilt soon dissipates when his car is returned in perfect condition within a couple days but his performance lasts for weeks.

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Teasing you has always been fun for DG - when your cheeks dust angrily with pink and your eyes burn with fire.

The equivalent of a boy pulling a girl’s pigtails in the school yard.

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Meetings with HNH Group usually do not involve you. If it does, at most you are waiting in the car.

Luckily, there are also an assortment of cafes and restaurants within a stone's throw and it gives you some time to debrief and catch a breather from following DG's hectic schedule.

The downside is you're never sure if a two hour meeting will be condensed to fifteen minutes or if a quick catch up with Charles Choi and other Executives turns into an all nighter.

There's been days where you have ordered a meal, then had to abandon it with a sigh and a longing look as you spot DG striding out of the building looking pissed off that you're not already there, or stayed in the vehicle with the engine running and your stomach rumbling as short appointments overshoot.

Maybe this is another consequence from DG being petty and irate with you for getting his car towed - you're left snoozing at the steering wheel of your runaround, the idol standard-issue luxury minivan, waiting for his return.

It's far too late in the evening for anywhere to be open, only the fluorescent lights of convenience stores and glare of the HNH logo illuminates the streets.

DG opens the sliding door, climbs into the back and slams it hard enough to jerk you awake and rattle the entire van.

He’s sitting by himself in the back, which is odd enough in itself.

As you blink away the dregs of sleep, in the rearview mirror, you notice the stiffness in his shoulders and the tightness in his jaw. His eyes stare vacantly out the window. DG is clearly upset about something, enough to crack through his aloof veneer.

"Are you ok?" You don't get a response, not even a passing glance.

Obviously something has gone wrong with the HNH Group meeting and the stress has manifested.

You wrack your brains thinking of something that might cheer up this asshole and you think of the only thing that improves your mood when you're on the verge of a breakdown.

(Usually due to the aforementioned asshole in your current presence). 

"Tteokbokki and beer?" You offer. It’s past your bedtime but a sulky DG for the rest of the week will also ruin your week too.

DG briefly looks at you before going back to staring at the window. It’s not a no.

You don’t get home until past 4am that night. 

At your favourite late night hole-in-the-wall, you eat far more tteokbokki than DG. On second thoughts, you don’t remember him eating any at all. You’re talking and downing beers to fill the silence, trying to perk up this silly celebrity. Loose lipped and spilling far more details than you would if you were sober, with him seated opposite and sipping on a soda. 

As the night ticks along, he thaws and a small smile settles on his face watching you gesticulate and ramble about your life.

You don’t get home until past 4am that night-

With DG driving, piggybacking you up to your apartment, and tucking you into bed.

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DG can’t stop thinking of the weight of you on his back, arms slung over his shoulders, legs at his waist and his hands gripping your thighs.

You slurring drunkenly into his ear as he climbs the stairs in your building. It’s mostly nonsense. He can’t make out your words but remembers your breath tickling his skin.

And when he wraps your duvet around you, the brief moment of lucidity in your eyes as you look at him, softer than you ever have, you tell him, “Thanks Diego.”

Diego.

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Nothing changes between the two of you after this. Not really.

You still find him an enormous thorn in your side. Incredibly stuck up and haughty and you continue to want to throttle him on a weekly basis but you are immensely grateful for him not leaving you a passed out heap on the sidewalk.

You’re in the middle of chastising him once again, dragging him out of bed as he is running late and being an absolute dick about it. Taking it easy as if he has all the time in the world. 

Well of course he does. He’s not the one that will be getting an earful from your boss or on the receiving end of the production crew’s complaints, as if trying to manhandle and cart this manchild around is easy.

“Diego Kang, I swear to fucking god-”

"James." He says, interrupting you as he picks out and pulls an eye-wateringly expensive jumper over his head.

"What?"

"Call me James when it's just us.” He checks out his outfit in the mirror, seemingly satisfied with it, before moving onto his hair. “James Lee. That's my real name."

DG, or James Lee, keeps his eyes on his reflection. Inspecting his non-existent roots, styling his fringe to make it fall just so and applying a liberal amount of hair product.

Nonchalant and casual even as he offers something desperately personal about himself.

"James," you say, trying out the sound for yourself. A name that seems at odds with his loud K-Pop shell but you imagine a time before the fame and the celebrity and the pink hair and it somehow fits.

"James," you repeat, and receive a small smile in return. Then it drops as you add, “If you don’t get your ass in the car in the next five minutes I will kill you.”

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“James,” you think to yourself before you drift off to sleep that night. 

How peculiar.

“James, James, James.”

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Celebrities these days are multi-hyphenates.

DG is an Idol-CEO-Actor, or at least trying to add the last one onto his resume. On looks alone, he would have already gotten his foot through the door. Add on his reputation and popularity, he is drowning in offers.

What you personally dislike more with K-dramas scenes though, is how long things take. How much it revolves around other actors and their managers whereas DG being in the studio or filming a music video is pretty much all him.

This K-drama is supposed to be the next big thing. 

With the biggest names attached, including DG who is making a cameo. The cameo that was also scheduled to be filmed five hours ago but you have both just been lurking in his dressing room since.

Along with some measly snacks and refreshments, which the crew has been kind enough to provide. 

However, the snacks are all but gone (thanks to you) and the refreshments are dwindling and there is no end in sight.

DG, or James, as you have started to call him in your head, is on his phone. He’s always on his phone. Scrolling through news articles, responding to important emails and messages.

There’s only so much news or celebrity gossip you can take. You have exhausted your own social media feeds and you have spent far too much money on your gacha games and the guilt has set in.

You twiddle your thumbs on the sofa next to him as he takes no notice of your presence and you decide to rest your eyes. 

Why not anyway? DG doesn’t need anything right now, work won’t be interrupting you, and there’s nothing for you to do. Just for a minute or five. Until someone from the production team knocks on the door and announces that it’s time for his scene.

DG side-eyes you when he notices your breath start to slow and deepen. Falling asleep on the job, really?

Then you let out a snore before smacking your lips together a couple times and he holds back a snort. He reasons that he should let you have some time to rest. After all, you’re the one that drives him around, his life is in your hands everyday and tiredness kills.

He’s on his phone for a few more minutes, reading through more emails on PTJ Entertainment and out of the corner of his eye he notices you drooping.

Body slowly slumping to slouch over him, until your head makes contact with his shoulder and you’re snoozing happily on your newfound pillow.

It’s equal parts inappropriate and cute.

Ugh, DG is 99% sure you’re drooling on him and the wardrobe department isn’t going to be happy when he returns the outfit.

Either way, that’s not going to be his problem. He adjusts minutely, makes it just a touch more comfortable for you and continues to scroll.

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You wake up to a wetness by your mouth, and to your horror, DG smirking down at you.

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Despite none of this being your fault, you apologise to everyone about having to reschedule DG’s music video shoot due to the previous day’s K-drama delays.

To your relief, the music video goes swimmingly and without a hitch, and the production is wrapped up on time. 

You’ll happily bet that his new song will go straight to No.1. If not, then at least the sensual music video will guarantee DG remains top of mind for weeks. 

You’re updating your boss and even she seems to be pleased.

"This is just work." DG interrupts as you're mid call.

You look up at him, brows furrowed.

Holding your hand to your phone to mute the speaker, you whisper, "I know."

"Good," and he walks away leaving you as confused as ever.

It's not the first time you have seen him shoot an MV, which thank the heavens is so much more efficient than bloody k-dramas, and also not the first time that there's been scenes that emulate an intimate moment. Lips nearly brushing together. Hands roaming bodies under fake rain.

Even if DG notices that you're watching the scene, eyes glazed over and bored, he still felt the urge to explain to you that there's nothing between you and the leading lady in the video.

Once out of sight of everyone, he facepalms himself for his ridiculousness.

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You’re right, and you absolutely love it when you’re right.

The song goes straight to No.1 and holds that position for weeks, fending off competition from boy bands and girl groups and other solo artists. Apparently it’s going to be the song of the summer.

The music video also breaks records for being the most watched within 24 hours.

DG only reviews it once for post-production checks and finds it just fine.

There’s something he can’t quite put his finger on that seems off with it.

He wonders what it would look like if it was you starring opposite him.

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“Where on earth is he?” You grit your teeth and grip harder onto the umbrella that is threatening to be swept away by the wind.

And another thing with being DG’s manager: it’s fine if he’s late but not if it’s you.

(Although to be fair, this instance of him being late is likely due to this particular music producer he’s meeting with enjoying the sound of his own voice.)

You were running late exactly one time in the past, during the first couple days of managing him, when the skies opened and drenched the earth. 

Heavens forbid DG’s perfect, beautiful, flawless hair is ruined by the rain. 

It’s not like he looked like a drowned rat. The paparazzi caught him in a wet t-shirt, fabric clinging to his abs and his pink hair slicked back stylishly. Even the goddamn raindrops were running fashionably down his high cheekbones and dripping off his pout.

For the next week, the tabloids and internet forums went wild with how hot he looked. 

(Who knows, maybe that was the inspiration for his fragrance commercial.)

Nevertheless, DG was displeased and it made its way back to your boss how displeased he was.

Ever since, you have been the unfortunate soul waiting in all manners of weather for him. Rain storms, blistering sun, freezing snow.

Today, it’s your favourite. Rain. You shiver against the elements trying to take shelter under the building entrance canopy, the wind whipping the downpour every which way and you’re getting soaked regardless of how you angle your umbrella.

“Hurry up, DG.”

You check the time over and over. He would be early to his next appointment if he exited the building now. 

…On time.

…On time if the traffic was in your favour.

…Late, but not terribly so.

…Fashionably late.

… Late enough to piss everyone off in the room.

Shit. Just as you begin to fret, wondering if something has happened to him-

Clicks and flashes from cameras alert you to his royal highness finally making an appearance, ready to exit the studio and making his way over to the car.

He materialises by your side, and you mutter a familiar phrase to him. 

“You’re late.” 

It’s a mantra you’re tired of repeating, but he relishes if the amused grin is any indication.

Without a word, he takes off his trench coat and drapes it around your shoulders. His right hand covers yours over the umbrella handle, left wrapping around your waist as he guides you through the throng of reporters and fans.

“What are you doing?” You hiss under your breath. 

You can imagine the optics now from the papers and your boss. It looks… Well. Not terrible but not the best.

“You’re soaked,” is all DG provides, accompanied with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. 

He opens the driver’s door for you before he climbs into the passenger’s side.

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Thank goodness for your gift of the gab.

He’s being a gentleman, you tell everyone that would listen. Isn’t this what Korea wants? An idol with manners and who looks after everyone? Is empathetic and caring?

Think how well it would resonate with the female demographic, who wants a boyfriend like this! The older boomer demographic, who thinks none of the young ‘uns have any manners anymore!

Your boss isn’t convinced until the advertising offers for umbrella companies roll in.

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Truth be told, DG doesn’t know what possessed him to do that. Especially in front of cameras.

Though, it’s not like he could just let you get even more drenched could he? You’re standing there, looking pitiful and he was just going to let you hold the umbrella over him when he should be the one taking care of you-

Hold on.

DG frowns at himself.

Damn.

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James Lee has never looked after anyone besides himself. You need to look after yourself if you are to survive this dog eat dog world. To make it atop the Pre-Generation, the First Generation and now the Second.

He had unfathomably high expectations of himself (that he managed to achieve) and low expectations for relationships (that hadn’t been proven wrong yet).

People have flitted in and out of the chapters of his life, no-one staying around for long. Definitely no-one staying around long enough to know him, for him to grow comfortable with. 

Perhaps it has been the forced closeness that has caused him to let his guard down. Cabin fever, in a sense.

But James Lee, Diego Kang, has himself also been around long enough to know there’s more to you and he wants more of you.

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Finding reasons to spend time together isn’t difficult. Actually, finding reasons to spend time apart would be much harder.

You both get on with your jobs and your duties, even as the closeness grows day by day.

And every time when you’re alone and you call him James, his heart grows fonder.

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Out of all the seats available in his apartment, James lounges next to you, long legs draping over yours.

It's another night in together.

These seem to be happening with increasing frequency. DG at least used to keep up appearances, networking with his fellow celebrities.

Parties where you used to look at him with distaste as starlets surrounded him, award shows that he couldn't care less about as you hung around in the background.

Now he prefers to stay in with you, using work as a thin excuse. Studying lyrics that he has already memorised, going over dances that are long ingrained in him.

"You're not going to her party?" You ask, you were sure this fan-favourite and DG were an item or had history. At the very least, the who's who of the industry always attended her gatherings.

"No," his eyes continue roving over the lines.

Then when you thought the conversation was done, he looks over the top of his paper, eyes sparkling with playfulness, "I prefer being here with you."

Oh. Your breath catches in your throat.

You think you might never breathe normally again.

.

.

No, that’s a lie. Any opportunities for rose-tinted glasses has long passed by. You both know each other too well for that.

You breathe perfectly fine. Actually, this morning you are taking deep breaths to try and centre yourself. 

It’s not working. 

“You’re always fucking late,” you snap, giving in to your anger.

Sometimes you think it is your fault for not watching over DG 24/7. That instead of going back home, you should just live with him so you can shake him awake when he is supposed to get up instead of when he wants to.

And does it hurt him to look the least bit contrite at making your life a misery? 

Why does he have to look so smug with a lollipop stick hanging out his mouth? Seriously, between all the rushing around this morning, when did he find time to look for goddamn candy?

“For fuck’s sake, James.” You’re speed walking towards his front door, looking at the Maps app on your phone and miss his smile at you snarling his name. 

You’re already running behind and every route to the recording studio is red due to roadworks or an accident or just plain ol’ congestion. “Shit!”

Your finger jabs at the elevator button multiple times.

“It’s not going to get there any quicker if you do that,” DG speaks lowly into your ear and you get the urge to pinch him.

Instead of prodding some more at the button, you turn around and prod him in the chest.

“You’re going to get me fired one of these days,” You growl. “It’s fine for you, Diego goddamn Kang, the star who is pretty much untouchable. I’m not. I’m replaceable. There’s a million people who would take my job-”

DG snatches your hand, holds it still. “You’re not replaceable.” Then adds with an infuriating grin, “So what if we’re late.”

The minivan is skipped, and his answer to your problem is his other pride and joy. A motorbike that looks far too aggressive and a complete death trap.

“I’m not getting on that,” you say as DG hands you leathers that materialised from god-knows-where and a spare helmet.

“Fine,” he says, shrugging and throwing a leg over. “I don’t think your boss will be happy.”

“Fuck!”

.

.

If this was any other situation, you would be acutely aware of yourself pressed up against DG’s back. Your arms wrapped tightly around his waist.

Except all you can focus on is that you’re going to fucking die. You think you might be screaming.

“Stop screaming!” His disembodied voice calls out. Oh. Turns out you are.

For some reason, DG had thought the helmets with built in speakers and mic would be better for communication. Fun, even. Frankly, you’re just giving him a headache.

(Not to mention the fact that he bought a spare helmet at all. And leathers that he thought would be exactly your size.

He had never rode with anyone before and you certainly had never expressed any interest. Yet he passed by a motorcycle store when he had rare time to spare, and visited on a whim.

If he dwelled on this anymore, DG is sure his headache would turn into a full blown migraine.)

Later that night, when the ringing in his ears finally subside, he will still think about the way you held him.

.

.

When public opinion is on your side, then that’s fantastic. Amazing. You tend to get away with all sorts of things.

When it’s not, the truth can become muddied and there’s mental gymnastics from all sides painting you as the villain.

Fortunately, public opinion generally works in DG’s favour, especially in the case of his stalker who got sentenced for more jail time than if she was harassing a normal person, but not long enough to account for all the distress she has caused.

Such is the criminal justice system.

Her date of release looms large and near. DG, despite his talent and fighting prowess, realises certain traumas can’t be erased.

He grows on edge. Skittish. Snaps at any and everything. It’s noted by journalists. Other managers gives you questioning looks

You don’t miss his change in demeanour. To you, the reason behind it is obvious. 

You’ve heard about this case, everyone has. It dominated headlines for almost a month: the crazy sasaeng fan who believed herself to be DG’s girlfriend before moving onto another poor soul and was finally arrested.

As he spirals, nothing you do or say to him manages to get more than a nod or a frown. You try to offer that she had fixated on someone else before she was arrested, hoping that was a small consolation to him. And though he managed a weak smile, the black cloud still hangs over him.

In the end, you pack your bags and arrive at DG’s one evening. Instead of letting yourself in like you usually would, you ring the buzzer, smile into the door camera and tell him “It’s me!”

The door swings open to reveal DG looking perplexed (and worse for wear). Head tilting, curious and inquisitive when he sees your suitcase and carrier bags full of snacks.

“I’m staying for a while.”

“According to who?”

You barge past him anyway with a grin.

.

.

The date of his stalker’s release arrives and passes without drama.

You miss your home comforts but it makes you happy to see DG’s mood genuinely improve as the days go on.

The luxurious oversized mattress, fancy spa shower, and jacuzzi bathtub also helps to make your stay a bit more bearable.

Not to mention each morning DG actually cooks breakfast for you. Turns out he’s not bad at all at playing a househusband, and it’s also maddening how he manages to get up each day before you when he hasn’t got any place to be.

“Thanks James,” you say, when he presents you with a home cooked meal and his smile grows a bit more each day.

.

.

Peace doesn’t last.

Blurry photos of you both leaving and entering DG’s apartment at all hours of the day and night make the front page of certain news sites.

Headlines scream with leading questions. 

“Relationship beyond Manager and Idol?”

“How a Manager seduced their Idol.” 

“Who is this mystery person that has tamed DG?”

Why anyone deemed it newsworthy is beyond you. You’ve been to his apartment a million times. 

Yes, you suppose the closeness of DG and yourself in the photos can look a little suspect. 

In this particular one, it looks like you have your hand caressing his chest when in actual fact you were shoving him away for a dismissive comment he made.

And the other photo, of his hand on your wrist, was actually him dragging you away when he spotted a herd of fans in the distance.

More pictures unveil themselves.

A snapshot of you driving and DG feeding you candy.

You and DG, whispering intimately in your ear as his supercar is being towed away in the background.

You red faced and drunk as DG piggybacks you outside your building.

His jacket wrapped around you, hand on your waist and angling the umbrella over you.

Him smiling down at you (ok, you admit that you didn’t realise how soft that looks to other people.)

Finally an exceptionally pixelated image of you both on his bike, that could be anyone really.

Unfortunately, your opinion is in the minority as the articles are inundated with comments and furious, tearful fans shrieking that their idol is betraying them. 

Simply unhinged.

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.

The speculation grows. You’re damned if you do deny anything, damned if you don’t. Your talent agency puts out an official statement.

To your ire, the statement is ‘no comment’ rather than anything more definitive. You glare at James when you find out, suspecting he has something to do with this.

He gives you a shrug, and a familiar look of mischief.

To his credit, he doesn’t leave you completely to fend for yourself. You stay off social media for your sanity, and when the paparazzi hounds you, he's the one with his arm around you, cutting a path through the crowd and shielding you.

It adds fuel to the fire. Does nothing to help your case. 

Still, you can’t help feeling safe and secure with his hand guiding you - holding onto your waist, round your shoulder, or simply - 

Your hand in his.

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.

Outside of the conference room, where DG is wrapping up a press release for his newest album and nothing else, a reporter slinks out and approaches you.

You’re used to being on the other side of the conversation. Part of the staff, herding DG through camera flashes and questions being thrown at him though there was always some sort of camaraderie. Both parties just trying to do their job with deadlines and targets to hit.

This time you just feel a weariness as you see this person making a beeline towards you.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N.” They say, holding out their hand for a shake which you take with reluctance.

“Hi.”

A voice recorder is thrusted into your face, and you automatically take a step back. “Hope you don’t mind, but I just have a couple questions for you.”

“Um...”

“There’s been lots of sightings of you and DG together-”

You open your mouth to argue-

“Can you confirm your relationship with him?”

A vacant smile settles onto your face. It’s a practised expression where you follow all the cues to be polite and professional even as internally you wish to be anywhere but here. “I’m his manager.”

“Are you two together? Romantically?”

“I’m his manager.” You repeat through gritted teeth, and you’re surprised to hear your voice calm and collected.

“Is that a no? Or-”

“What even is this question?” You scoff, ignoring the way your cheeks heat, and refusing to partake in this circus a moment longer. “This is over.”

You manage to at least catch them looking apologetic, before you stride off into a corner to take a deep breath.

.

.

DG, much more adept and experienced at fending off questions, had finished the conference early and caught the entire exchange, watching you both with a bemused look.

Walking towards you with quiet, measured footsteps, his hand settles onto your lower back as he murmurs your name.

He bites back a laugh at your small, startled jolt.

DG tilts his head to signal ‘this way’. You give him a look but follow him regardless. Trailing behind, moving far away from other prying eyes. 

Up a flight of stairs, through multiple fire doors, turning left then right then another right then maybe a left. It doesn’t matter. You’re hopefully lost and decide to just put your faith in this wretched idol.

He finally seems to find what he’s looking for as he reaches an empty corridor; stopping mid-step and you collide into his back.

“Ack!” You exclaim, hitting the solid wall of muscle.

He lets out a huff of laughter and whirls around to face you, noting how cute your look of surprise is.

How strange though, that this is his current position. But is it really unexpected that the person that has been by his side for months has finally worked their way into his heart and has somehow learned to read him when no-one else could?

If he really thinks about it, yes actually, it is unexpected. No-one else has managed to grow close to him before. As James Lee, as Diego Kang. Birds of a feather or opposites attract or everything in between, no-one has got him like you do. 

There’s still so much more to tell and show you but… First things first.

Fidgeting, you shift your weight from one foot to another, growing self-conscious waiting for DG to talk, only to find him staring intently at your face. Impatient, you give in and speak first.

“What is it?”

“...”

“Diego-”

“James.” He cuts in abruptly, “It’s just us right now. Please.”

You blink in shock at the please and correct yourself at his insistence, lowering your voice so it doesn’t echo down the empty hallway. “James, are you ok?”

“Better than ever,” he says, a smirk now pulling at his lips.

You register his change in mood and narrow your eyes, wondering where this is going. “Why are we here?”

“When the reporter asked if we were together, you said you’re my manager.”

“I am your manager.”

“But you are interested in me.”

It’s not a question. DG, no James, says it like a fact and there’s no doubt in your mind or his. You open your mouth to argue, then close it again. Open it once more-

What.

You feel some cogs in your brain misfiring and all you can manage is a feeble, “Huh?”

“You told them you’re my manager, but didn’t say no to being with me.”

“...”

“So. What do you think?”

“Of what?”

“Us.”

“You like me. Tell me that I’m wrong.”

You take a step back. “...”

Another step. “...”

“Tell me you don’t want this.”

And your back hits the wall with an oomph.

DG slaps his hand on the wall beside your head, bends at the waist and leans his weight forward until he’s eye level with you. “Tell me and I promise I’ll stop.”

“...”

You’re cornered and he searches your face for a response.“Y/N?”

“...”

Fuck. Fuck!

How on earth are you supposed to respond when he looks at you like this. When his face is millimetres from yours and his breath is on your skin and his dark eyes pierces into your soul, pupils blown deliciously wide.

With his stupid pink hair and his fringe flopping, framing his face and his high cheekbones.

The stupid canines of his poking out that gives him so much character and is so hot it hurts when he flashes it accompanied with an arched brow and an arrogant smile.

His stupid pout and his stupid lips, that you know is constantly moisturised with a fancy overpriced lip balm to make it look kissable for the cameras.

And Jesus Christ, you hate to admit it but they do. They 100% do because somewhere in the back of your brain you always knew they look kissable but it has been often clouded by just simply how annoying and bratty you found him.

Except right now you don’t find him annoying or bratty at all.

Even as he’s confessing his feelings with complete confidence, no unease, no anxiety or doubts, because he always had a way of worming under your skin and he knows exactly how to push your buttons.

Damn it all.

“Kiss me,” you tell James, and he isn’t surprised at all by your reaction, face lighting up at your confirmation.

He shifts. 

Hand coming up to cup your cheek. He rubs his thumb twice over your skin, savouring you any way he can before tilting your face towards his. His lips at first brushes against your forehead. Leaves a trail down your nose, peppers both cheeks and then your chin. 

He draws back once, takes in your sweet face and gives you a smile so soft it makes your heart hurt.

Then finally, after wanting this for so long, presses his lips against yours.

Diego Kang, James Lee, tastes like candy and sugar.

[eddies-ashtray]

Falling asleep on Eddie’s bed in the middle of the day and the sweet things that ensue after.

(CW: g!n reader, Eddie calls reader ‘pretty’ once). |0.8k|

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Eyes still closed, you smile lazily as you tune into the rattling and whir of the yellowed fan. Basically all it does is push around warm air, but its gentle gust brushing your bare shoulders pleases you nonetheless. Sometime in the early afternoon when you’d first dozed off atop Eddie’s covers it stood, unplugged, on his side of the bed.

You know he’s next to you before you’ve fully woken from your brief slumber. The dip in the mattress, the quiet scratching of a pencil on paper. These signs not only alert you of his presence but encourage you to blink your eyes open as you draw in a deep breath.

Your gaze settles at his hip. The curled edges of Eddie’s cut up band tee rest just below his waist, exposing a sliver of pale skin.

“Mmh,” you grumble, squinting up at him as the sunshine casts a glow across the bed. “What time is it?”

Eddie’s eyes, appearing much lighter as they soak up the glowing rays, crinkle in the corners as they meet yours, a smile playing at his lips. “Hey, sleepy.”

“Dopey,” you greet in jest.

He smiles bigger, squeezing his eyes shut as a quick breath escapes his nose.

“Very original.” Eddie’s deadpan tone does not match the delight kissing his features.

You shrug with some difficulty (only one shoulder lifts as the other is pressed into the bed), as if to say ‘What did you expect? It was right there.’

Rolling over onto your back, you stretch out like a cat, your whole body lengthening as your arms reach above your head, and release an involuntary groan of pleasure feeling as your muscles stretch.

Outside, trees rustle in the breeze and children shout and laugh as they play in the summer sun. They’re such nostalgic sounds they make your heart ache for the briefest of moments, like they’d evoked a sweet childhood memory which melted away before it could fully resurface.

Sensing his eyes on you, you peek back up at Eddie as your right hand comes to rest on your stomach, the left one falling palm-up by your side.

“You look pretty when you first wake up,” he expresses, all warmth and love.

“No way.” No one does. He just loves you.

“Yes way,” He mocks lightly as he stares down at you, his hand coming to settle over your forearm as he rubs his thumb into your skin.

You concede because you know you could both go back and forth like that forever. And because you’re too warm and feel too much like jelly to argue.

Instead, you sigh contentedly before pushing yourself up so you’re shoulder-to-shoulder with Eddie.

Lolling your head onto his shoulder, you whisper, “Time?”

So apparently taken by your slightly puffy face, he’d likely forgotten you’d even asked.

Immediately, he extends his left arm out to you so you can read the watch settled on his wrist.

2:22pm.

Tugging his arm gently to your face, you press a quick kiss to his hand, “Thanks.”

He hums as you place your head back on his shoulder, the sound reverberating deep in his chest. Despite the warmth in the room the sound gives you chills.

“Watcha drawin’?” You sing-song, though you can see his sketchbook from this angle.

“Watcha think?”

You almost jest, say, feet, before you realize, “Are those my hands?”

They must be. You know it not because of how detailed the drawing is. It’s more of a sketch so far. You know it because of the ring on the middle finger.

Eddie had found it while thrifting and gifted it to you one day. It wasn’t a birthday or anniversary or holiday. Just a normal day in March. It was a particularly frigid day, all grey skies and icy window sills. You’d arrived at the trailer after your shift about 20 minutes before Eddie. But when he did arrive, he went straight to you, and he said, I got ya somethin’ with that charming smile of his, all fidgety and excited like he was about to open presents on Christmas day. And then presented you with that beautiful ring he’s so carefully sketching onto your graphite hands.

“Mhm. You’ve got nice ones,” he says, taking hold of one of yours and softly tracing the ridges of your knuckles before thumbing the silver ring. It never comes off.

Your heart aches in the best way. You feel so content being here with him. Napping on his bed and waking up to him drawing you, caring for you, loving you. You squeeze his hand in yours before tilting upwards to press a sweet kiss to his cheek.

“Keep drawing, please?”

You can’t believe you get to sit here next to him in the middle of a balmy summer’s day while he presses pencil to paper with that rickety old fan sitting on your side of the bed.

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NSFW Alphabet: Nightcrawler

a/n: At last, I thought this was going to take longer to write but I couldn't help myself. I was surprised that my sfw one did as well as it did, so naturally I had to do a nsfw one. I want to mention I tried to make it as gender-neutral as I can, I want everyone to enjoy my writing regardless of what you identify as. I hope you all enjoy. <3

Minors DNI. 18+ below the cut.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex):

Kurt is very cuddly after sex. Whether he was top or bottom, he likes to snuggle.

If Kurt was on top, he will hold you and reassure you, saying loving things to you while giving you tender kisses on your cheeks and temples, and anywhere that he might've bit or marked. He will also get up and make sure to clean you, wiping a warm rag over your sensitive areas and praising how beautiful/handsome you are.

He would draw a bath or shower, and he'd absolutely change the sheets while you clean up. Kurt would also make sure to get you snacks or anything that you like to have for aftercare.

If Kurt was bottom, he would be rather clingy to you, not wanting you to go and wanting to hold you. He likes to be taken care of in a similar fashion to how he would care for you. He likes to hear your praise and he will want you close to him for the rest of the night.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s):

Kurt has a hard time loving himself sometimes, but he learned to from you. He likes to see your reaction to his body, so he learned to love his tail and pointy canines, since you always seem to react positively to them. His ears can also be quite sensitive if you kiss or lick them.

On his partner, he couldn't possibly choose a favorite body part. He loves your hands, how they feel on his velvety fuzz, how warm and delicate/strong they are.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically):

Kurt has unique biology, so naturally that applies to his spunk too. He cums a lot, and he likes to cum inside you because he feels more connected with you. He also can't deny how incredible it feels, you're already so warm and tight around him, and when his hot cum spurts out and surrounds him, it just makes him want to orgasm again and again.

He isn't ashamed or afraid of cum play either. He will eagerly lick you clean, eating you out after he fills you up. He isn't shy about it. Sometimes he will do this instead of using a damp cloth just to be cheeky. And that typically leads to another round.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs):

Kurt secretly wishes you walk in on him touching himself or masturbating so you can see how needy he is without you.

He's always wanted to try recording himself for you, but that would be something extremely sensitive and intimate you'd have to swear you never showed or told anyone about.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?):

Kurt isn't a virgin, he's been around a few partners so he is at least a little experienced. He might have only done vanilla things with past partners, or not, but he has had enough partners to know what he's doing.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying):

The good hearted part of him wants to stick with missionary, he feels more connected with you that way, and he gets to see how your eyes roll back when he hits that sweet spot deep inside of you, watching you cling onto him, holding him tightly.

But the naughtier part of him wants to say doggy, he can really push himself deep and let loose that way. Especially if you like it too, he loves feeling your ass against his hips, watching you cling onto the blankets while he thrusts with abandon.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.):

Kurt is obviously very playful, so being intimate with him would be loving and sweet, but he'd laugh every now and then out of pure love and joy. Sex can be a little awkward or messy, and he'd absolutely love those moments where you both let out a little giggle because of a funny sound that came from either of you.

There are times where he takes it more serious, but because it is such an intimate and vulnerable moment for the both of you, it feels more comforting when you can smile and laugh a little.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.):

Kurt is covered in a layer of velvety fuzz, but he has a happy trail of longer hair that leads down to his crotch. He isn't crazy grown, but he had a good patch of longer fuzz where his pubic hair is. It is groomed well enough to not get in the way of your activities. The hair is also slightly darker than his skin, but not completely black like his hair.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect):

He can be incredibly sweet and tender, or go a little more intense depending on what you like or ask of him. Overall, his default will generally be loving and romantic. He likes to make the scene comfortable for you, making sure you are cozy laying down, the room will smell nice with candles, and he makes the atmosphere relaxing.

He likes to give you a massage before you have sex, rubbing out any nerves you might have or just to get you extra comfortable with him. He likes to do this especially when you are trying something new that you might be a little wary about.

If you are uncomfortable, he will hold your hips and gently move his thumbs in circles, speaking to you softly and making sure you're not in any pain. He is very patient and won't rush anything.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon):

Kurt doesn't masturbate a whole lot, but when he does, he gets a little crazy. He will touch himself when he's gone on missions or when you're not around to help him. He whines for you, his hand moves up and down and lightly twists to add extra feeling. He likes to pay special attention to his tip.

Sometimes if he really misses you and can't hold out, he will hump himself into his bed and imagine you are there with him. He can get very needy when you're away, and sometimes he just can't help himself.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks):

Kurt is German, so he has a handful of kinks he likes that are out of the ordinary.

He has a religious and corruption kink, the idea of the blasphemy turns him on and he didn't even realize it until it was an accidentally discovered one night when you two were having sex. You decided to talk dirty to him, and while you generally leave his religion out of it, you said something that made him stiffen and instead of saying something to you about it his cock seemed to harden in your grasp and leak out extra precum.

You learned that he really enjoyed feeling like you were corrupting him. You don't go crazy, but you speak to him about his religion and corruption just enough to make him a mewling mess. Especially if you are roleplaying and he is a priest and you are the sinner corrupting his mind. He gets into it.

He might try some light bondage, nothing too crazy, but tying you up or having himself tied up might be fun. He doesn't like to use anything that would hurt, so no rough ropes or hard metal cuffs. He sometimes wraps his tail around your wrists to hold them above your head or behind your back.

He has a secret breeding kink, hence why he loves doggy so much. He feels like he can let go and pound into you, filling you up and moaning about how many little bamfs you will have (regardless of gender lol it's all for play anyway).

L = Location (favorite places to do the do):

He likes to do things in the comfort of his or your bedroom for the most part, but he isn't opposed to doing it other places. He wouldn't mind going to the roof at night for some fun, or teleporting to the woods, or to places like the danger room when it's unoccupied. (Professor X totally didn't see you two on the security footage).

But mostly just likes to stick to the bedroom. He can enjoy you fully there without feeling rushed or worried about being caught or seen, and he can properly take care of you there.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going):

Praise towards him gets him riled up like no other. Telling him he did good in something, but really putting emphasis on it makes his cheeks turn purple and his underwear feel tight.

Also learning to speak things in German to him turns him on like crazy, especially if you learned how to say something dirty on your own and randomly saying it to him. He will pounce on you immediately.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs):

Kurt wouldn't want to hurt you or be hurt himself. He takes intimacy seriously, despite him being able to be playful. He would never harm you.

If you treat him poorly or go too far with your dirty talk to the point where it sounds degrading, he won't enjoy it. He's been through a lot of negative experiences and a lot of it was verbal, so anything that sounds similar to that will be a no go for him.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.):

Kurt is a giver, so he would jump on you any chance he got. His tongue is incredibly skilled, he knows just how to lap and flick, can mix licking and sucking perfectly. He knows where your clit is and finds it every time, teasing that little button with the swirl of his tongue and sloppy kisses. He loves to tease you, holding your hips still while he buries his nose into your pubic bone and eats you like a starved man.

On the other hand, he knows how to work around a dick, he likes to give teasing kisses and kitten licks before taking you fully and sucking. He will gradually build up to deepthroating, he likes to look up at you with you fully in his throat because you make the best noises for him.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.):

Kurt is very adaptive to your preferences. He will pretty much do whatever you ask, whether it be slow or fast, rough or gentle. However he doesn't ever get too rough with you.

If Kurt is bottoming, he usually likes it slow and steady, he likes to feel every thrust given to him. But sometimes, he gets so pent up and horny, he wants you to fuck him good.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.):

He wouldn't mind doing them. He likes to pull you away, sneaking you behind a wall or teleporting you to an empty room and getting a quick fuck in.

Kurt would prefer to have all the time in the world with you, but he understands that sometimes you just need a quick release, and so does he.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.):

Kurt is pretty open minded to things, he'd be willing to try just about everything once.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?):

His stamina is very good, I mean he was a trapeze artist and that takes a lot of strength and stamina to do. He can thrust and fuck for quite a long time.

As far as how many rounds he could do, probably only two or three, but he prefers to have one big orgasm inside you rather than dragging it out for too long.

Kurt can last for a while, but generally he only lasts from 10 minutes to an hour, not including foreplay. Which doesn't sound like a lot, but 10 minutes of constant thrusting does get tiring.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?):

He does have some toys for himself. He has a small bullet vibrator he likes to hold on the underside of his cock, right beneath his tip, it drives him crazy and gets him there fast.

He has some other toys for exploratory things like anal, but wouldn't bring them up with you unless you expressed interest.

If you own toys, he would be down to using them on you for sure. He encourages you to show him how you like to use them so he can learn what you like too.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease):

Kurt is a huge tease. He likes to bring you sooo close, then stop and watch you whimper and squirm. That cheeky grin, watching you unravel and become more and more desperate for him gets him going, so when he does finally penetrate you, you're nearly cumming just from that. But when he does allow you to cum after teasing you for so long, it feels so incredible.

Vise versa, Kurt cannot stand being teased, he is a puddle if you bring him close and then stop. He begs and whines, but knows you're only doing it because he did it to you, and his sweet sounds are so good to listen to.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.):

He can be very loud. Kurt makes an array of different noises when you are together. All of which turn you on even more because he isn't afraid to be loud with you.

He will whimper and whine, moan and groan, and mewl with pleasure. He begs for more from you, talks dirty in German to you, and his accent makes him sound even more desperate sometimes.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character):

Kurt doesn't cuss a whole lot, but if he's super into it, he will let out a spray of German curses while he is inside you or you inside him, and generally right before he's about to cum.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes):

Germans have nice sizes, so Kurt can range from 7-7.5 inches depending on how long it's been since he had sex and how horny he is.

His cock is blue like him, obviously, and his head is a purple-ish blue that grows brighter when more aroused. It's a very pretty cock, and he blushes like crazy when you tell him that.

He is girthy, just enough to stretch you good when he penetrates you. You will need a second to get used to him, but he won't hurt you terribly.

When he's erect, his cock springs up and curves upward slightly.

Even flaccid, he is still large, his length flaccid is about 4 inches.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?):

Kurt can go without sex for a long time. He has bursts where he is horny a lot and his drive is high, but then he has bursts where he isn't. It depends on his own hormones and his partner. He would never pressure you if he is horny and you aren't, he always wants you to feel comfortable.

Sex isn't a necessity in the relationship, and while he can get pretty kinky and lustful, he ultimately sees sex as another way to connect with his partner in a way no one else can. Being vulnerable and intimate like this makes him feel so special and he hopes that you feel that way too.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards):

Kurt can fall asleep quickly after sex, but he won't allow himself to unless you are completely satisfied and taken care of. He goes through his entire aftercare routine before he will lay down with you.

Once you are cleaned up, fed and given water, he will slip in next to you and curl up right beside you, whispering 'I love yous' and gentle praises, laying sweet kisses along your temple and forehead.

Thanks for reading <3

*BAMF*

dividers by @/adornedwithlight

[flamingpudding]

Fictober23 Prompt: 8 - "Give me that, before anything happens."

Fandom: DPxDC

Rating: G

Warnings: -

"Don't touch that." Constantine said without even looking up from the book he was reading through for research. Phantom had joined the Justice League dark only recently and was still in that sort of mentor - glorified babysitting - state. It was just his luck that he lost in the stick draw and had now to 'mentor' the who-knows-how-old-he-truly-is Ghost King.

He should have stuck this job to Zatanna. The 'kid' was curious as a cat and apparently wanted to touch every good damn artifact in the House of Mysteries that Constantine had ever gotten his hands on.

"Don't touch that either." The Brite muttered without looking up, he was so close in figuring out the actual meaning of the curse placed on a good damn church bell that causes everyone who hears it to fall asleep at midnight sharp and wake up at 8 AM later like nothing happened. Behind his back Phantom stuck his tongue out at the man before reaching out to poke the artifact that caught his eye anyway. However the House of Mysteries had other ideas as it reconstructed itself at the right moment and put the artifact further away from Phantom.

The Ghost King pouted, crossing his arms and floated over to where Constantine was pouring over a curse seal. Phantom hummed as he looked over the Brites shoulder grinning. "Oh I didn't know you could use ghost speech for curses!"

"Say what now mate?!" John's head snapped to the side to stare at Phantom who was now floating over his shoulder. "It's in ghost speech? What even is that?"

The Ghost King had the nerve to give him an unimpressed stare that really made the Brite need a smoke, but he had given Zatanna his good damn word not to smoke around the 'kid', so that was a no.

"Ghost speech. The language of the Infinite Realms also known as the Ghost Zone, After Life, Hell, Home of the Damned, and so on and so on." Constantines eye twitched as the Ghost boy shrugged. He let out a suffering sigh and pushed his copie of the curse seal over to Phantom.

"What does it say?" The other blinked for a moment before turning his eyes to the photo. A scratching static white noise filled the Brite's ears and he yelped in pain, covering his ears. The noise instantly stopped and Contantine glared at the Ghost King who sheepishly scratched the back of his neck. "Sorry, I will say it again in English."

Constantine only grumbled something inaudible before motioning for the other to continue.

"You idiots don't sleep enough. Go and get at least eight hours of sleep. If you don't sleep by midnight I will be the one to make you sleep."

"The hell?"

"That's what's written there."

"Don't tell me we have another good damn Sandman problem on our hands." John gripped with one hand at his hair, he really hoped that wasn't it because dear good he did not want to get Batman or one of the other Not Dark heros involved.

"Nah, he goes by Nocturne, he never liked that name some philosophers came up with. But this does go against the agreement I had with him."

Was this how Batman felt when his Robins went against his orders? Or how the mentors of the Yonge Justice feel when the teens sass back? Because Constantine was sticking this ancient kid of a Ghost King onto Zatanna the next change he got.

"You know how to lift that curse then?" Instead of going further into a rabbit hole, Constantine decided it was easier to just find out if the Ghost King can lift a good damn curse he had been working on solving for days now instead of finding out who the hell Nocturne was now.

"Of course I know." Phantom answered easily, floating on his back around the room like he was going with the flow of water. Glowing green eyes going along the shelves where various books and artifacts were thrown on, in no particular order.

"Great. Let's go and fix this then." The man muttered, getting up from his chair and grabbing his coat. "I need a bottle of whiskey after this and a good damn smoke…"

Phantom just followed behind the man ready for his second official job with the Justice League Dark. He grinned happily of finally getting some outside action only to come to a sudden halt as the Brite man whirled around glaring at the Ghost King only inches from his the other.

"Phantom?"

"Yes?" The 'kid' answered nervously.

"Give me that, before anything happens. How often did I tell you NOT to touch anything of the artifacts? Do you even know what that thing does!"

Reluctantly like a reprimanded child the Ghost King handed over a golden plate with a glowing green crystal embedded into it, Constantine remembered it being the leftover part of a demon they had banished. The man narrowed his eyes. "The other one too."

"Fine…" Phantom handed over a crystal zepter, John had picked up from an ancient tomb. "Didn't think you noticed me picking them up, since you didn't say anything before I even touched them."

"Mate, you are forgetting who currently owns this house."

[kquil]

JAMES POTTER | 02:23 ⏤THE PRETTY NURSE

SUM. : you’re the pretty nurse that james wants to woo but he just got out of surgery

G. : modern au ; muggle au ; nurse reader ; puppy love ; lovestruck james ; mutual attraction ; sirius is being a little tease ; heart monitor gives him away

LENGTH : 0.7k

“Prongs, you-” Sirius cuts himself off, unable to control himself and laughing behind his hand as Remus grinned beside him. Their friend had just gotten out of surgery to fix up his leg after an accident and was on his way to recovery in a hospital bed, hooked up to a monitor and with an IV keeping him hydrated in his arm. He looked pitiful already but his lovestruck expression made him look all the more pathetic.  

“Shut up Pads,” James snapped softly, his eyes never leaving your figure as you milled about the room tending to other recovering patients that he tried not to get too jealous over. He knows you’re a nurse and it’s your job to take care of them but James was utterly besotted by you. 

James can tell that your smile is genuine and that you sincerely enjoy taking care of people. It was also really attractive how intelligent you were and how beautiful you were regardless of your labour intensive work. You handled the equipment with expert hands, tended to patient needs with compassion and care, and administered medication with careful accuracy.

“Look at her…” James whispered under his breath, his gaze never leaving you, “she’s so pretty…”

“Yup, you’ve said that already,” Remus hummed in amusement, “seven times now to be exact,” 

“I think he’s losing it, Moony,” Sirius teased and poked James in the shoulder but was completely ignored. 

Like a silent call, James’ longing stare caught your attention and you were quickly making your way over to stand beside his bed. 

“Is everything okay? Can I get you anything?” you ask, trying to suppress a familiar, flustered heat from dusting your cheeks. Your new patient, James Potter, was very handsome and some of the other nurses who saw him being wheeled into your room of the recovery ward did nothing to disguise their jealousy. Being a nurse was hard work so having a handsome hunk of a man like James around did good to relieve some of your frustrations. All it took was a single glance his way and you felt recharged. 

Whilst tending to your other patients, however, instead of stealing glances at him you felt his stare lingering on you persistently. It was bad enough that such an attractive man was staring you down, it didn’t help that he also had such a longing, puppy-like look in his eyes when he did so. 

When James didn’t answer and only continued to stare at you, you turned to his friends with a questioning look, “he’s good, sorry in advance for his odd behaviour,” the tall brunette comments  with a soft smile. 

“Yeah,” Sirius piped up, drawing your attention, “he’s just feeling a little hot under the collar, aren’t ya’ Jamesie?” 

Feeling a spike of worry, you hurriedly made your way around his bed to have a closer look at him, leaning over his bed and stopping close to his face, “oh dear, are you sure you’re alright?” you stress, worried eyes scanning him for any distressing signs.

beep!beep!beep!beep!beep! 

Alarmed, you snap your gaze towards the Holter monitor and gaped at James’s rapidly rising heartbeat before returning your attention back to the man in question. His cheeks were a deep red, his eyes still fixed on you, wide and glittering under the hospital lights as his pink lips were slightly agape from awe at your close proximity.  

“Don’t be alarmed, love,” Sirius reassures, already giggling under his breath, “I think he’s just caught a terrible case of ‘Puppy Love-itis’,” Sirius couldn’t contain the force of his laughter any longer and threw his head back to laugh boisterously. 

Embarrassed but smiling timidly, you step back and nod before turning away to make more rounds, “I’ll be back with a suitable prescription for you soon, James,” 

James couldn’t believe the amount of humiliation he felt in that moment, his whole world was crumbling around him; throughout your entire interaction all he did was make a fool of himself. How could he possibly ask for your number now? 

All of his worries were all for naught, however, as you soon returned with a written prescription, “I’m sure that over time, your dosage will need to be increased but you can be your own judge there,” was your only comment. 

When James unfolded the small piece of paper in his hands, he couldn’t believe his eyes; you had just given him your number…

beep!beep!beep!beep!beep! 

A/N : inspired by a tiktok...there's so much good material on there, don't judge me!

NAVI.

[thejakeformerlyknownasprince]

Errors, “Errors,” and Sci Fi

@strawberry-crocodile

tvtropes calls stuff like the wolf example "science matches on" which I think is a pretty fair shake

This.  This is what’s got me thinking so much about errors.  There’s a certain danger, here.  A certain way that this particular effect — delicious dramatic irony — tempts the mind when reading old stories, even true ones.

What do you know about R.M.S. Titanic? I ask my class every year, and the first hand rises.  “It was unsinkable,” the student inevitably says, and everyone is nodding, “or so they thought.”  I write the word UNSINKABLE on the board, underneath my crude drawing of a ship with four smokestacks.  It will be crossed out before the end of the hour, but not for the reason they expect.

“I find no evidence,” Walter Lord, preeminent biographer of the ship’s survivors, wrote, “that Titanic was ever advertised as unsinkable. This detail seems to have entered the collective mind so as to create a more perfect irony.”  Indeed, historians’ examinations of White Star Line documents show the shipbuilders themselves worried it would be so large as to risk collision; they stocked several more lifeboats than 1910s regulations required.

The War to End All Wars (deep breath, satisfied exhale), also known as World War ONE. Chuckle.  Shake of the head.  What if I told you that this phrase, used primarily in American newspapers after the fact, wasn’t meant to be literal? Nowadays we’d say The Mother of All Wars, or One Hell of a Fucking War, but we wouldn’t mean literal motherhood, literal intercourse.  What if I said the armistice and the Lost Generation and the Roaring 20s were all braced for another outbreak of European conflict, and yet we still failed to prevent it?

Did you know they were so confident in the safety of the S.S. Challenger that they put a civilian schoolteacher onboard? I do, because I’ve heard that one repeated many times.  Only, see, it’s got the cause and effect reversed.  Challenger launched on a day the shuttle’s engineers knew to be dangerously cold, because the first civilian in space was on board. And NASA knew its shuttle project would be cancelled entirely, if they couldn’t get that civilian’s much-delayed entry into space in the next two weeks.  So they launched on a cold day, and killed her instead.

These are all what cognitive science calls Hindsight Bias on the personal level, what sociology calls Presentism on the cultural level.  Social psychology’s a little of both, is primarily interested in why you’re sitting on your couch in a Colonize Mars shirt watching PBS and chuckling at the fools who believed in El Dorado.  It wants to know why the mind flees straight from “marijuana will kill you” to “marijuana will cure cancer” without so much as a pause on the middle ground of its real benefits and drawbacks, its real (mild) risks and rewards.

And they can paralyze the sci-fi writer, if you think too much about them. Jetsons is futurist one decade, retro the next.  “There are no bathrooms on the Enterprise,” the creators of Serenity say smugly, as if Gene Roddenberry should’ve simply known that decades later it’d be acceptable to show a man peeing in full view of the camera, nothing but the curve of the actor’s hand to protect his modesty.  “No sound in space,” the Fandom Menace says, “No explosions in space,” and “A space station can’t collapse in zero-G.”  Only then NASA burns a paper napkin outside of atmosphere, transmits music using only the ghost of nearby planets’ gravities, and logs onto Reddit long enough to point out the Death Star would implode in its own gravity field.  And now we’re the ones pointing, the ones laughing, at those earlier point-and-laughers.  Self-satisfied, smug in superiority.  As if we did the work to find out ourselves, instead of just happening to be born a little later than George Lucas.

[hillbillyoracle]

How to Create Downtime Menus

As a lot of my posts are, this one was inspired by a conversation with my partner. She seemed to think some of my ideas were helpful so I thought I'd write them up and share them here.

I use a combination of these ideas to do two things - redirect myself when I get stuck doomscrolling/freezing/obsessing and redirect myself when I'm stuck on the "must be good, must be productive" hamster wheel and can't seem to stop doing chores until I'm fucking exhausted or have pushed/hurt myself. Knowing you need to stop is one thing - knowing what to do instead is another.

Not all of these will work for every person at every time. Pick one or two that seem interesting and give them a whirl.

Habit of the Month

This is a small habit I can do in about 5-10 minutes a day. These are sometimes habits that I want to audition for my lineup or just want to focus on as a way of rebooting a given area of my life. Physical habits have been things like stretching, a walk, putting on moisturizer, drinking water, making tea, etc. Emotional habits have been things like stream of consciousness journaling, bullet journaling, recording myself venting, etc. Spiritual habits have been things like meditating, altar work, reading sutras, tarot readings, etc.

If I'm stuck in a loop and I haven't done that task yet, it serves as an easy win that feels moderately meaningful to accomplish. This is easier to do than longer or less interesting tasks.

Side Quests

These are little challenges I'd like to accomplish that are 100% fun and completely optional. They are specific and can me completed within a given time frame - usually a month. They usually aren't the most meaningful to keep them more fun and so I'm not letting myself down if I don't opt to complete it.

They've been things like:

The Minor Expert Challenge - read three books in one subject

The Kanopy Critic Challenge - use up all of my Kanopy credits that month

The Regal Freegal Challenge - download all the albums/songs I can on Freegal that month

The Monthly Playlist Challenge - create a playlist of the month where each song represents something about each day of that month; like a playlist diary

The Reverse Tarot Draw Challenge - pick/list a tarot card you best think represents each day of a given month or other time period; like a tarot card diary

The 100 Words Challenge - learn 100 words in a foreign language

As you can see, I prefer things that are pretty low energy friendly so I can work on them on days I'm super tired. Just little chronic illness things.

Alphabet Lists

I use these for my cleaning routines actually but I also have been trying them with my downtime. The way it works is you list out the alphabet and choose one self care or hobby task you'd like to do for each. They don't have to start with the same letter, it just serves as an easy way to limit how many you pick and keep track of what you've done. It's satisfying to cross off the whole list.

Tasks I put on these are things like

A - paint my nails

B - crochet a charity hat

C - write 5 letters for Letters Against Isolation

D - send a letter to a friend

E - play a solo rpg

F - play a solo board game

G - complete a puzzle

etc

They're fun tasks I'm not currently doing as often as I'd like but chill enough that it doesn't matter when precisely I do them more often. I try to pick tasks that are roughly 30 minutes to an hour long though some definitely take longer. I like to complete these roughly monthly but I try to complete a whole list before I start it again. Anything I just did not feel like doing and kept skipping gets scratched out and I rewrite a new list with new item to replace those. And I start again.

Whenever I'm like ugh I don't know what to do with myself, I try to pick at least one thing on the list and give it a try for 5 minutes. If I don't like it after that I can just put it away and pick something else.

10x10

10x10 lists are a different take on a similar idea. It's a list of 10 things you'd like to do at least 10 times in a given time period. Mine tend to be on the seasonal or annual timescale but maybe you're intense and prefer a monthly one. If I don't complete them in a given time period, I just continue with it until I'm done. Better to complete it on an altered timeline than not at all.

For me these tend to be slightly bigger tasks that take a little more planning or energy. I'm not totally sure why I use them this way since you could definitely use them for smaller tasks but that's just the space they occupy for me.

So examples of what would be on my list would be things like:

Grab a hot chocolate from the coffee shop (x10)

Complete a PokemonGo event (x10)

Have a spa night and watch a movie (x10)

Do something extra nice for my partner (x10)

Try a new game (x10)

Find a geocache (x10)

etc

Filing up a little 10x10 grid is pretty satisfying. Much more so than anxietying myself into my bed for the equivalent amount of time.

Seasonal Bucket Lists

I really enjoy making these though I really struggle with the current season (Spring) given my allergies. There's this idea my partner has told me about in DBT where you try to recall positive moments to help "build a life worth living". I think seasonal bucket lists are really good at helping with this for me. I look back on the seasons I made these lists way more fondly than the ones I didn't.

They generally center on seasonal activities I don't want to miss out on. So for summer that's stuff like going for a night swim/skinny dip, getting 5-10 good cloud photos, playing a yard game (like cornhole), seeing a street concert, etc. I also try to take pictures of those (if they don't already involve them) so I can reflect on them later and enjoy the residual happiness.

Conclusion

The point of these isn't to overwhelm you with options. It's just to have enough ideas prepped that you can find something no matter your energy level or time you're working with.

Remember - rest and enjoying yourself is necessary for human health. Folks how get good rest and experience flow states more regularly tend to heal better. People who spend time on what they enjoy are often more enjoyable to be around.

It's never a waste of time to make yourself happy.

[ventismacchiato]

40 behind the lens — paper rings !

scaramouche x g!n reader

⇢ ˗ˏˋ time skip of three years ࿐ྂ

˗ˏˋ headcanons ´ˎ˗

✰ you and kuni graduate at the top of your respected classes and have been dating for almost five years now, known properly as the campus it couple

✰ neither of you moved in together until last year when everyone else started moving out of the shared content houses

✰ first xiaoae move out together, then childe, then heikazu, albenari, then ayaka going back home and venti living on his own

✰ living in the houses on your own was essentially a waste of money and space so jean ended your leases and you guys finally moved in together

✰ and after graduation, with jean’s help, you’re able to slide into the industry pretty easily with your large fanbases

✰ you start off as side characters that grow in popularity since your fans watch the shows and movies you star in just for you both

✰ i like to think kuni double majored in child psych along with film in case acting didn’t work out in his favor so he’s pretty and smart

✰ but since this is fiction it did work out for him cus dreams come true #livelaughlove

✰ id like to think star/you would also act but probably dials it down to direct full time instead

✰ you preferred to direct compared to acting so eventually you started to fund your own projects with kuni on your cast which helped you grow

✰ you try not to cast kuni in every one of your movies because then it’ll look like favoritism but he prefers to star in ones you direct

✰ you also get your friends to be extras a lot, most of the time it’s childe who begs you to let him be in the back for movies

✰ you guys probably don’t get engaged for a while despite living together, blaming it on scara’s commitment issues and the fact that your careers are your main focus

✰ alongside luna, your previous black cat, you probably adopt another white one alongside scara

✰ as for actor!scara headcanons imagine scara on hot ones, that one show on youtube, and he has a straight face the entire time as he eats the hottest wings and answers questions about you

✰i think he’d have a lot of fun on shows like that, example would be eat it or spill it by jimmy fallon, he would annihilate them

✰ he probably does all his own stunts, always giving you a heart attack as you see him falling from heights on harnesses, sometimes he convinces the staff to fool you into thinking he actually got hurt due to a broken rope as he plummets to the ground

✰ he does it so much that there’s enough content for ‘scara pretending to die in front of yn for ten minutes straight’ compilations

✰ you guys probably stream when you can but not as much with your jobs, i think star doing behind the scenes vlogs of you and scara together would be so cute though

˗ˏˋ headcanons ´ˎ˗

✰ was a communications major so he’s the PR manager for scara and you after graduating

✰ yes i know technically jean could do this but she has enough on her plate! i’m just thoughtful like that #feminist

✰ constantly trying to prevent you guys from getting into scandals, which is hard when scara cannot keep his opinions to himself

✰ aether probably has a heart attack everytime scara goes off to do interviews since scara always ignores the pre written answers and goes on tangents, which his fans love but twitter not so much

✰ xiao as an animator wud be so sexy guys. like walk with me here imagine an operation true love anime after the drama and webtoon are a hit so he gets to animate for the anime and storyboards with albedo

✰ i’m tryna intertwine all of them even after they graduate can you tell

✰ as for him and aether they probably tie the knot a little while after graduating, small wedding with just close friends and family

✰ xiao would edit one of those pretty wedding videos that youtubers do

✰ but they don’t film the entire wedding for their channels cus they gotta gatekeep

✰ id say xiao probably still streams but he mainly just draws with music in the background or works on his stardew town with aether

✰ xiao probably strains his wrist a lot from all the work he does so at promotion events he’s always wearing a brace on his hand

˗ˏˋ headcanons ´ˎ˗

✰ okay in this au let’s all pretend he’s the creator of operation true love cus rmbr he’s a writing major and a huge romantic

✰ like how sexy is that, obviously it does well cus all his fans all read it and so it gets turned into a drama

✰ directed by you of course starring kuni as eunhyuk

✰ he’s still head over heels and throwing up in love with heizou, they probably adopt a cat together when they move in together

✰ i imagine if kazuha ever wrote a murder mystery novel he’d have heizou read it to decipher if the culprit was too easy to figure out

✰ nothing really exciting about heizou’s major in this au, he probably just becomes a detective and streams on the side, known as kazuha’s partner in the entertainment industry and attends all the events when he can

˗ˏˋ headcanons ´ˎ˗

✰ obviously goes into the art industry, works on a lot of graphic novels and novel covers and sometimes album covers

✰ when kazuha’s work gets turned into mangas or graphic novels he always does the art for it

✰ he probably paints nari’s favorite flowers for him and they adorn their house’s walls

✰ i’d say he doesn’t stream as much anymore but if he does it’s probably just him doing commissions with music in the background

✰ nari’s major is also not exciting in this au, probably becomes a forest ranger or a college professor

✰ albedo builds him a greenhouse in the back of their house for him

✰ the type to bring hurt animals home and fosters them back to health

˗ˏˋ headcanons ´ˎ˗

childe

✰ stealing from my pookie mrbeast for inspo

✰ he probably does stuff like has a whole business for his videos and side hustles like merch and a food company

✰ like maybe he and diluc collab to make an energy drink or something

✰i mentioned he fancies diluc like once in a previous chapter so that’s why he’s with diluc who streams a little

✰ they probably met properly at another twitch con or creator event

✰ very wow factor oriented like he does more than just stream games, he prefers to work on big challenge videos and loves giving away money

✰ like he would host those extreme hide-and-seek challenges with all his youtuber/streamer friends in weird locations and get them to do weird dares with him

✰ i think heizou would win those types of videos most of the time, whereas scara barely tries and still seems to almost win

✰ diluc probably does one stream a month because it’s not his entire focus, probably also a business major and just appears in childe’s videos once in a while

✰ how cute would it be if childe was always at his 110% in videos and extra hyper to make them more entertaining but when diluc joins him he’s more calm and cute

venti

✰ his streaming fanbase gives him a jumpstart in his music career yk how it is

✰ does a bunch of osts for shows and movies. still streams but also is a popular musician

✰ not an idol 😍🤞 has to be a little different than jptp but does start out by opening for tours and makes it on billboard

✰ i do think he’d eventually do a world tour though on his own and stray away from streaming to focus on his music, would probably just upload vlogs if anything

✰ does the operation true love ost so everyone is working tgt and he’s single in this au cus #singlerep

ayaka

✰ honestly i don’t care what happens to ayaka she’s just there ig

✰ keep doing what ur doing queen! i’ll support you from all the way over here!

behind the lens !

masterlist — prev | next

yes i’m using yeonjun as scaras face 🤞

also sorry if this isn’t as in depth as the jptp one i’m just tryna wrap this fic up ☠️

author’s notes — just like jptp i just wanted to do a bunch of headcanons :] this is how i envision their future and if u don’t agree talk to the wall cus idc 😊

synopsis — you, better known as STARDUST, and BALLADEER have always been in competition for the top streamer spot on twitch, which is especially impressive since the two of you have never shown your faces. you’ve never been on good terms, constantly one-upping each other in matches and getting into petty arguments on twitter, causing your fans to also dislike each other. that’s until BALLADEER does a face reveal that breaks the internet with his good looks…which makes you realize it’s the same guy you went on a date with last night. the type of date that made you crave to see him again. the only problem was he didn’t know you were STARDUST and he was way different behind the lens than he portrayed himself online to you. should you keep your identity a secret to salvage the relationship or just let him go?

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[okkotsuus]

hello!!! i absolutely loved the work you did on my request! ^___^ i wanted to request again, hahaha, i really like your works!! anyway, i was thinking of an idea where it was reader instead of geto who spiraled down to depression.. thank you very much!!! (ps. it could be satoru or geto btw, i don’t mind!)

when you fall in love (suguru g.) !

featuring: suguru geto

contents: comfort. established relationship. fluff. slight hurt/comfort. mentions of tears. mentions of nightmares. sharing a bed. voicemails. curses. mention of insecurity. mention of eating. i love him. 0.8k words.

notes: anon, i'm sorry this took like 11 days, i was in a writing slump </3

highschool!geto who notices your shift in demeanor almost instantly, he begins to see his own weariness for the world in your eyes. and it scares him, more than any curse.

highschool!geto who speaks to you more softly, welcomes you into his arms after every mission. he cares for you like a frightened animal, gentle and sweet with hesitance.

highschool!geto who is the only one to notice the growing length of each of your blinks, as if your eyes yearned to stay shut. from that moment, he leaves his bed to lay beside you through the night. 

highschool!geto who stays by your side in the dark, no matter how many times you have to shake him awake from recurring nightmares, no matter how many times he has to shake you awake to reassure you that you are safe. he doesn’t care how much sleep he loses, as long as he doesn’t lose you.

highschool!geto who begins to prepare your meals for you. it’s not that he doesn’t trust you not to eat, he just wants to soothe his own worries that you are getting the proper nutrients you need.

highschool!geto who is a horrible cook at first, all he could make was simple things. but when he sees the smile that spreads on your face when you see him wearing a stupid apron satoru bought for him in the common room’s kitchen, he finds himself slowly getting better.

highschool!geto who has the warmest hugs, his arms enrapture you in a feeling for pure warmth and care. even in the most self-detrimental moments, no amount of insecurity can delude you from the love in his eyes when he holds you closer than thought to be possible.

highschool!geto who leaves you little voicemails whenever he’s away, or when you’re away. he leaves at least one daily, but he ends up giving you one every time something mildly interesting. one day, while he was away, he left you 27 messages because he had seen so many stupid haircuts on the streets of shinjuku.

highschool!geto who manages to draw a giggle out of you even in your darkest moments, without even knowing how he did it. he’s one of the most genuine people, that you can’t help the amused laugh that spills from you despite your cheeks being wet with tears.

highschool!geto who absorbs curses he thinks you’ll find cute simply so he can show them to you, not even perceiving the taste of their spirit orbs.

highschool!geto who brings you out on missions with him and satoru because he knows that you love to see him happy. just this once, he gets serious with satoru and tells him not to do anything foolish that would put you at risk.

highschool!geto who lets you play with his hair, no matter how tangled you may end up getting it. he loves letting your blow dry his hair, nearly falling asleep every time.

highschool!geto who sends you pictures of him after every mission to put your mind at ease, knowing he was still safe.

highschool!geto who sends you voice messages of him telling you good morning and good night every day, he hasn’t missed a single day in over six months: and he had only missed that one because his phone was out of service for a mission out in the countryside.

highschool!geto who calls shoko and satoru in secret to make sure they always have eyes on you when he’s away, not wanting you to slip while he can’t be there to comfort you. they always tease him for the way he fusses over you, but he just laughs and says: “when you fall in love, you’ll understand.”

highschool!geto who takes you out for moonlit rides on his curses whenever you can’t sleep, flying you high enough to touch the clouds (see: that one scene with hiccup and astrid in how to train your dragon).

highschool!geto who has never loved anyone like you, so much that it even scares him at times. he finds himself unable to stop the smile on his face as he lays in bed when the two of you are separated, a giddy feeling filling his chest and butterflies swirling in his tummy.

highschool!geto who will waste his entire allowance from the school on a capsule machine or a claw machine to get the specific one you want, even if you look at it for just a second. if he runs out of money, he just shakes down satoru for his rich boy money.

okkotsuus 23

[star-wrote]

nsfw alphabet : daryl dixon

ao3 link

character: Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader

warnings: | nsfw(obviously) | swearing | sexual details | mentions of daryl’s trauma | intentional lowercase | 18+ |

a/n: recently became obsessed with this man. there aren’t enough nsfw alphabets of him so enjoy :)

(not my gif or character)

A- aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

daryl thinks the aftercare is the best part of it all. it took a while to break down the habit of him just rolling over and falling asleep, but he got there eventually. he holds you and makes sure you're okay, cleaning you up if necessary. he lets you curl up into him, wanting to feel your warm breath on his skin. you listen to each other’s heartbeats, and drift into an exhausted sleep.

B- body part (their favorite part of both of your bodies)

daryl dixon loves every part of you. he doesn’t say that his favorite are your tits or ass, that’s something merle would say, and it just doesn’t sit right with him. instead, he thinks that your eyes are his favorite part of you. he likes that he can communicate with you just through the looks you give each other. he loves that he has to ask you to keep them open and look at him when he's making you feel too good to do so.

your favorite part of daryl are his thighs. big, strong, and sturdy; the perfect seat. his thigh can fit perfectly between your legs, holding your hips with his giant hands. his hands. you suppose that they could also be your favorite.

C- cum (anything to do with it)

since it’s the apocalypse, you and daryl decide that it’s better to be safe and not cum inside you. even though it takes every ounce of his control not to. he opts for pulling out and humming on your stomach instead. but you better prepare for when he finds condoms on a run because he will fuck you like it’s your last time together. which, hey, it could be.

D- dirty secret (self explanatory)

other than wanting to cum inside you, daryl really wants to fuck you alone in the woods, up against a tree. he knows it’s not very practical, especially with the dead walking around. he just can’t help but thinking how hot it would be for you to try and be quiet as not to draw in any walkers. 

E- experience (do they know what they’re doing)

most of daryl’s experience came from random drunk hookups that merle pressured him into before the world ended. it involved dramatic moans from the women, and daryl being too stuck in his head to remember anything else. he was open to you teaching him what felt good, and picked up on it fast. as a hunter, he has always been observant, and that doesn’t leave when it comes to your pleasure. he watched every expression, and hears every hitch in your breath to learn what makes you feel good. he asks if you're liking it, which sounds like sinful dirty talk to you.

F- favorite position (self explanatory)

it started out being doggie style, because he just couldn't bear for you to look at him or his scars. but with some gentle begging from you, he decided that he couldn't bear for you to not look at him. missionary is now his favorite, because he can still control the situation, and see the pleasure in your eyes at the same time.

G- goofy (how serious are they)

daryl is obviously very serious when it comes to the outside world, which doesn’t really change when it comes to the bedroom. since you managed to relax him and get him comfortable enough around you to break his walls down, he lets little laughs and smiles come through at your jokes, but not without jokingly telling you to stop.

H- hair grooming habits (how much hair do they have down there)

it is the apocalypse, so grooming isn’t necessarily the most important. the carpet matches the drapes. plus he doesn’t expect you to shave, so why should he? in fact, when you did shave one time, he freaked out and begged you to never do it again(unless you wanted to of course), which warranted a sigh of relief from you. he says that only bitches eat shaved pussy.

I- intimacy (romantic or rough/dirty)

it was always hard for daryl to bring out his romantic side, but he tries so hard for you. he grunts out praises and a little “love ya s’much” when he cums, letting you know that you’re the only one on his mind. 

J- jack off (how often do they masturbate)

literally never. it isn’t very convenient, and he never really has a high sex drive. when he does get turned on, it’s because you’re right there. no point in taking care of it himself when you're in front of him.

K- kinks (self explanatory)

daryl never got a chance to explore his kinky side before the apocalypse since most of his experience was with women who he didn’t trust or love. when he started to trust you in the bedroom(or where the apocalypse allows), you both started to experiment with what you are into.

  -size kink: he loves when you look so small compared to him

  -daddy kink: this one felt weird to him at first since you were younger than him, but he couldn’t help the twitch in his dick when you called him that while you were cumming (it is definitely used more after that)

L- location (where they like to get it on)

anywhere that is safe and gives you time to explore each others bodies is his favorite. still, the idea of fucking you in the woods sounds hot to him...

M- motivation (what turns them on)

anytime he sees you taking down walkers, or just overall being badass, he gets a little turned on. also when you look at him with your big doe eyes, he has to control himself from taking you in front of everyone.

N- no (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

daryl isn't into hurting you in any way, especially because of what he went through in his childhood. he sees it as somehow becoming like his father, and that is something that he hates. so big no on hurting you, even if he does think you're pretty when you cry.

O- oral (do they prefer receiving or giving)

one of daryl’s favorite sights is you on your knees for him, with tears streaming down your face as you try and fit all of him in your mouth. however, that sight can't compare to how you look when he’s between your thighs. he thinks he must've died and gone to heaven when he sees your breasts rising and falling with each deep breath. the little tugs on his hair and the praise from your lips makes him decide that he loves going down on you more than anything.

P- pace (do they prefer fast or slow)

when he’s had a long day or just wants to get some anger out, he wants to go fast and rough. usually he goes slow and deep, just to feel all of you for as long as he can.

Q- quickie (do they like them)

quickies have become a must in some cases, especially if you don't have much time because you're on a run, or you have to get a round in before the group wakes up. he always makes sure to make every time you're together special, no matter how short.

R- risk (do they like to try new things)

he’s never been a risky guy, but if you suggested something to try, he would consider. as long as he knows you're safe, he is down for anything.

S- stamina (how many times and how long each round)

even though he’s older than you, his stamina is immaculate. even if he’s tired, he knows how to make you cum enough to tire you out.

T- toys (do they like using them)

since most things gathered on runs get checked, toys aren't really a priority. if you’re with him on a run, you two might find one and use it, but you don't dare bring it home with you. daryl likes to pleasure you by himself anyway.

U- unfair (how often do they tease)

such a tease. when he’s feeling especially cocky, he likes to have complete control over you, which includes controlling your orgasm. he will edge you for what feels like an eternity, just because he loves hearing your pretty voice beg all pathetically. 

V- volume (how loud are they)

he adapted to being very quiet because most of the time you were together were around the group, or outside where walkers could hear. his grunts, moans, and dirty talk start coming through when the group finds safety, or when you are on runs in a safer place. he definitely starts going on runs with you just to fuck you and hear your moans.

W- wild card (anything random)

daryl had never been one for talking, but when his dick is deep inside your wet pussy, he can’t help but spout the dirty thoughts that come to his mind. whether it’s praise, degradation, or the occasional swear, he knows it works you up from how you whimper and clench around him.

X- x-ray (what’s going on down there)

long and thick, a couple of prominent veins, and a slight upward curve. this man walks like he has a big dick.

Y- yearning (sex-drive level)

very very low before he met you, but now he wants to fuck you every night if able.

Z- zzz (how fast do they fall asleep)

maybe it was his body adapting to living on the run, or never getting good sleep as a kid, but daryl takes ages to fall asleep. having your body next to him helps, and he starts to feel safe enough to let his guard down and sleep. however, he does wrap a protective arm around you just in case <3

[yujinnieswifeu]

G!p Jiwon being a sub for the first time 💕

Jiwon spent the day teasing you, and as soon as they were alone she made advances on you, but things didn't go as she expected (SUB JIWON 💕💕🔥🔥#+"+)

pairings: dom!fem reader x g!p sub Jiwon

warnings: smut, lots of teasing, cumming in pussy, a little bondage

a/n: omggg i love this ask anon!! Can i say, i actually had a plot in mind when i read it HAHA, i added on with reader teasing Jiwon to no end cause of what she did, hope it’s fine!! Kinda got carried away writing this so hope you have fun reading this as much as i had writing this ask hehe 🤭

Your girlfriend Jiwon has been teasing you all day. It started of with her brushing her hand at the nape of your neck. Sure, it seemed pretty innocent, but only you two knew what it meant in bed. It was her favourite place to mark you after all. “y/n ah, you okay there babe?” She would cheekily say, watching your face turn from nervous to confused. It was making Liz grin inside, knewing she had such an effect on you.

The day got worse of course, since you and liz were at a friend’s house just to hang out with the others, she kept throwing not so subtle hints when no one was looking. Her hand would creep under the table, drawing circles at your inner thigh, you try to push it away, a death glare towards Jiwon and she would only move her eyebrows up and down playfully.

When you head to the kitchen to get yourself a drink, you felt a familiar figure behind you, her hands wrap around you as she whines against your ear. “Baby….” You bit your bottom lip, you could feel something press between your asscheeks. Your breathing hitches, the sudden gush of arousal seeps through against your panties. Jiwon whimpers against your ear, grinding herself on you, getting herself off. “F-fuck J-jiwon..” You find yourself saying, gripping the edge of the counter of the kitchen in your friend’s house rather tightly, your head whips back, afraid any of your friends would turn and catch you and Liz in the middle of something. When you press yourself further into her, she suddenly pulls away, a whine leaving your lips from the loss and she just walks away, leaving you in a state of mess from what she had done.

。。。

“y/n you okay there?” Yujin asks when she saw the sudden tenseness from you, her brow furrows in concern and you just nodded, the red in your cheeks now visible. “Y-yeah, i’m just not feeling well.” You replied, she just nods your way, as she continues to talk to the others. Liz was grinning like an idiot, her fingers brushing ever so slightly against your clothed area, feeling the warmth creep against her fingers at the contact. That was your last straw, holding her hand in yours tightly instead. Two can play the game.

As soon as you two reached home, she pounced on you almost instantly, whimpering how much she needed you against your ear. “F-fuck, so hard right now, need you baby..” You pulled her by her outfit, along the stairs until you two were in your bedroom.

She thought she was still in charge, her hands already trying to pry your clothes off sloppily, her lips attach to your neck. You bit your lip from moaning, instead pushing her on the bed. Liz’s face was filled with confusion when you did so, you never pushed her on the bed before, it was something new. When she saw you rummage through the drawer next to the bed, she raises a brow.

“Babe? What you looking for?” You don’t spare her a look, remaining silent which made a shiver to run down her spine. Did she overdid earlier? She just decided to tease you all day, so that when you two were finally home, you would be needy for her just as she was for you. When she saw what was in your hands, her eyes widened.

“y/n…” “Shut it Liz. I had enough. You teased me all day, left me feeling so sexually frustrated. You’re not getting off.” You continued, this was the first time Liz has saw you this way, she was always in charge of it during sex, but when she saw the handcuffs in your hand, she knew she was in deep soup. She had went overboard.

“If you try to resist, i’m going to sleep.” Liz whimpers instead, a shiver runs down her spine when you cuff her to the edges of the bed frame. She suddenly felt exposed. Was this how you always felt? So vulnerable? It was surprisingly also turning her on, the feeling of being bound to the bed by you as you stare at her body like you could see through her. “P-please baby, it hurts..need you.” You give her a glare, making her shut up instead, a pout on her lips.

Seeing her now evident bulge was making you insanely wet, but no way would you give it to her, not after all the teasing she had done. You figured since you were topping her this time, which might be the last, you would have your way with her. Your hands quickly took off her clothing except her boxers, making her bare to you. She shivers, the cool air against her skin making her hair stand.

“You just can’t keep little you in huh? Teasing me all day.” You crawled up to her, giving her a small show which has her gulping, pulling at the restraints. She ached to touch you, to feel you against her skin. “Baby p-please, i’m sorry.” She whines, you bit your bottom lip teasingly, the sight of Jiwon so submissive was making you wetter than usual. You took a mental note to talk to her about this tomorrow, but right now, all you wanted to do was have your fun to tease her all night.

“If you’re sorry, prove it. I’m going to tease you all night and you will take it hm?” Jiwon moves her hips desperately, wanting any contact at this point. Her bulge rubs against your skin, making her moan. She knew this was embarrassing, but she really couldn’t help it, it was you after all. She was always crazy for you. You hold her down instead and she whines, her brows furrows in need and you circle your fingers against her stomach, going lower to where she needs you the most. “Please please..” She was hurting now, the pain from the constant throbbing between her thighs as you tease her. Gosh, if she knew this would happen, she wouldn’t have teased you so much earlier.

“I will hold myself back f-from now on so pl— ahh-“ Her back arches off the bed as you press your thumb to her tip, it has her rolling her eyes, mouth agape. Your breathing hitches, the sight of her being so sensitive was turning you on. You brush your thumb over her tip, feeling some precum as you spread it over her tip. “O-oh..yes..yes y/n/n (your nickname)” she rambles on, her eyes closed in bliss as you give her some pleasure. Removing your hand from her hard on, her eyes snaps open, a whine falling past her lips. You pulled down her boxers slowly instead, eyes trained on her cock which springs upright, it has you almost salivating.

Gosh did you want to feel it inside of you so bad. An idea then popped in your head, a small grin forms on your lips. “You’re going to be good and let me use you right?” You slowly stroke her, her hips bucks almost immediately, hands tucked in a fist as she pulls at the restraints with failed efforts. “P-please, anything please?” The desperation in her voice has you feeling the gush of arousal between your legs, you were definitely soaked.

Pulling your hand away, Jiwon let out a groan this time, her eyes trains on you as you strip off your clothes fully, she almost moans when she sees the spot on your panties. Fuck, she wants to lick you so bad and taste you. You crawled back to her, positioning yourself over her cock but not inserting yet. She bites back another moan, her hands were still curled in a fist, the red lines from pulling at the handcuffs now evident, it was going to last for a few days but she didn’t care at this point.

You start to grind against her cock, pleasuring yourself as her tip bumps your clit each time you move, moans spilling past your lips. She moans as well, trying to rock her own hips to your movements. At this point, she takes any pleasure she could get to help the aching between her legs. She pulls at her restraints again, the rattling sound from when she pulls could be heard instead, and she groans as she fails to get it off her wrists, feeling the familiar sting against her wrists.

“P-please y/n..no more teasing.” She whimpers, the tears wells up in her eyes, her cock was now red and swollen from all the teasing, aching to be swallowed by your hole, but you were so mean, stopping instead. Your head goes down near her cock, blowing air against it as she twitches, hips moving up, wanting to meet your mouth desperately, and you deny her of that. “I’m s-sorry y/n, i-i won’t tease you anymore!” Liz tries again, her tears now rolling down her cheeks, she was so sensitive, and if you just wraps your mouth around her cock, she thinks she would cum instantly. That was how bad it was.

“Oh yeah? But i’m having fun here Jiwon ah.” You dart your tongue out over her tip, pulling away when she tries to push her hip again. “P-please! I-i can’t take it anymore!” She cries out, and you decide to give in to her this time, your mouth wrapping over her angry red tip. She gasps at the contact, moans and curses leaves her lips as she fucks herself over your mouth instead. You gag a little, but let her this time, you knew she needed this badly. “F-fuck! Oh fuck y-your mouth f—ahh…f-feels so good, i-i’m going to cum!” She babbles, pulling at the restraints, and you immediately pull away when you felt her twitching in your mouth, depriving her of her orgasm.

“S-shit!” She groans, more tears spilling down her cheeks from the teasing. You stare at her, how needy she was, it was just making you even more wet. “What do you want?” You touched her cheek, wiping the tears away from her eyes and she sniffs a little, a pout forming her face. “Y-you, please y/n, want you inside of me, i c-cant take it anymore.” She whimpers, her eyes were glowing, the pout adorning her face. It was your weakness, seeing her this needy and how she begged. “You can cum inside of me okay?” You position yourself above her this time, not wanting to tease her anymore.

“S-shit mmh..” Jiwon moans as you push her tip inside of you easily. You didn’t need lubrication at all, that was how wet she has gotten you. “I-it feels so g-good.” She groans, wanting to move her hips, which you stopped with your hands at her waist, moving yourself up and down over her instead. “I-i’m in control baby, not you.” The sound of hips slapping against each other, moans and groans fills the room.

You could feel Jiwon twitching inside of you, she was close, and so were you, teasing her was in a way teasing you too since you loved her cock inside of you. “A-ahh y/n! Don’t stop pl-please!” She cries out, the rattling sound could be heard again, as she pulls at the restraints. You decide to uncuff her this time, letting her hold on to you. She thanks you endlessly, her hand pulls you down, and you kiss her with passion, she moans into the kiss, making out with you sloppily. “I need to cum now!” Her words comes out muffled, but you understood it. She thrusts up desperately into you instead, your walls clenching over her length even more, your orgasm near as well, and with one last thrust, she cums inside of you, a satisfied moan leaves her lips and her back arches off the bed, twitching.

The feeling of her painting your walls white makes you cum as well, eyes rolling back as you see stars. Your body settles atop of her, not pulling out just yet. Her hands tangles in your hair, brushing lazily at your scalp and your head nettles into her neck, both of you trying to catch some breath.

“I-i need some water.” Jiwon’s voice comes out raspy, making you giggle as you pull yourself up to stare at her. You looked over the nightstand, taking the bottle of water that you two always had for backup before turning the cap and passing it to her. You pull yourself off her, she groans a little, brows furrow and stares at the area between your legs. “Let me see please?” You bit your bottom lip, spreading your legs for her and she could feel herself getting hard all over again, gulping slightly. She then drinks the water like she was really thirsty, before handling it to you. “Another round?” It makes you cough the water that you were drinking, and she pats your back. You glare at her afterwards and she laughs.

When you two were done cleaning up, she spoons you, her head atop of yours. “We’re going to talk about what happened earlier tomorrow okay?” She whispers and you hum. You two knew it was not the end of you topping her, since she found herself liking it and so did you.

[shuhwaa]

Yuqi | Temperature play [M]

Kinkmas 2023 - Day 4 (G)I-dle Yuqi x fem-bodied!reader words: ~800 genre: smut (soft dom!Yuqi, ice play, nipple play, oral (all reader receiving)) warnings: none

Author's note: Not sure if this turned out well and if I did it right, so some feedback would be appreciated~

"I wanna try something, babe." You look at your girlfriend hovering above you, and you mouth an "okay" before she reaches over to the bedside table where she had put a glass of water with some ice cubes in it beforehand. You watch with curiousity as she takes one of the cubes into her mouth, holding it with her teeth so her lips wrap around it, and though you can imagine what she's going to do with it, you still hold your breath as you await her next move. Yuqi leans in, dragging the ice over your breastbone slowly, making you gasp from the cold. She looks up to see your reaction, leaving the cube atop your chest.

"Does that feel good?" she checks in with you, and you nod.

"Kinda."

"Kinda?" she repeats with a smile creeping onto her lips. "Gotta do better then." She trails kisses down the wet stripe she left with the ice before picking it up again. This time she brings it over to one of your nipples, circling it with the ice as the cool sensation makes you shiver, and then you can feel her tongue licking it instead, and you throw your head back at the sudden warmth.

"D-do that again," you say, and Yuqi chuckles, performing the same procedure one more time. And again you shiver at the ice against your hard nipple, goose bumps forming on your skin, and when she goes over to stimulating you with her warm tongue, you let out a moan and you feel your body relax.

"You like that, huh?" your girlfriend assumes and you nod.

"Yeah..." you admit as you watch her sit up.

"Then let's try out some more stuff..." she mutters with excitement beaming in her smile and the ice stored in her cheek, but as she leans down again she makes sure to place it back between her lips. Slowly drawing a line from the valley of your breasts over your stomach, she makes you arch your back, drawing closer to her touch. Gripping onto your sides to keep you in place, she continues traveling down, until she's reached your navel, leaving the cube there in order to scatter little kisses and nips all around it.

"Babe," she calls out to you eventually. "Put your legs on my shoulders." A shiver of excitement at what this implies runs through your body, and you do as told. Yuqi picks up the ice once again, and as she drags it further south you throw your head back into your pillow. You bury a hand in her hair when she hovers just above your core, and after checking if you're ready by throwing you a look, she eventually dives in. 

The ice against your pussy makes you squeeze your thighs together and curl your toes, but as soon as you feel the tip of her tongue licking up a stripe you relax. She draws shapes onto your clit for a little while, before switching it up again and dragging the ice down and then all the way up again, and once again you shiver and a moan escapes you.

"Does that feel good, baby?" Yuqi asks, holding onto your thighs so you wouldn't accidentally crush her in between.

"Y-yeah..." you stutter, tugging at her hair. "Want more..." Your girlfriend doesn't hesitate to give you what you're asking for, and so she repeats her motions a few times, until she knows she has you at her mercy completely. Sucking on the ice and then taking it out of her mouth, she pushes her cold tongue inside you now, and you can't but moan at the sensation. Warmth returns to it slowly as she pumps it in and out of you a few times, and then eventually she lets it slip out of you to suck on your clit. 

"Taste so good..." she mutters in between, closing her eyes as she savours your taste and you squirm underneath her. "Again?"

"Y-yeah..." you plead, and you watch in suspense as she sucks on the ice cube only to lick up a strip between your folds with her now cold tongue. Her pushing it inside again, you feel your head starting to spin, and when she presses a cold finger against your clit you feel the knot in your stomach being tied tighter. "Y-yuqi... I think I'm gonna... cum..." Your girlfriend doesn't stop. She watches all of your reactions closely as she pumps her tongue in and out of you, rubbing circles onto your clit, and in no time at all you're coming undone underneath her touch. You moan her name when the orgasm washes over you, tugging at her hair tangled up in your hand, and then eventually you feel your body relax as you come down from it.

"And? How was that?" Yuqi asks once she's settled down next to you, cupping your face with one hand and pressing a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth.

"Good..." you say. "It was... good."

[all-about-kyu]

Summary: Both you and Taeyong love waking up to slow, soft sex early in the morning. Pairing: Taeyong x fem!reader Tropes: established relationship au, soulmate au (mind link/shared dreams) Genre: smut Rating: R 18+ Warnings: soul links, language Smut Warnings: unprotected sex, somnophilia, grinding Word Count: 600 Host Tags: @sanjoongie @thelargefrye Note: sorry this is late!! Things happened at home Before You Interact February Filth Masterlist

Listen to ♡ Velvet by EXID

You wake before Taeyong does most days. Most days, you both are up and running out the door for work. Then, there are days like today. The rays of the sun shine through the sheer white curtains. (After coming home late last night, you forgot to draw the heavier ones that block out the light.). Taeyong’s soothing breathing adds just the slightest bit of noise to the quiet space. You hardly awake yourself and debate falling back to sleep. Instead, you catch a glimpse of your soulmate’s dream through your mind link. It’s just the two of you on a cute little picnic date in some flowery field. It’s cute in every sense of the word. Normally, you don’t intend to see Taeyong’s dreams, often times you leave him to his dreams in peace. For some reason, today, you just couldn’t block it out. You roll over and look at your boyfriend. He seems entirely peaceful other than his eyebrows being furrowed.

Letting out a soft breath, you close your eyes and mentally step through the link between your minds. The doorway of sorts is wide open. You find yourself in Taeyong’s dream a moment later and are pleasantly surprised to see what he dreams about. Immediately you’re greeted with the feeling of your boyfriend fully inside you. His face is tucked into your shoulder as he smoothly and methodically thrusts into you.

That’s another thing about your mind links, when you step into the space, you are actually a part of the dream or any other content that occupies the space. You’ll often find Taeyong stepping into the shared space to just hang out and talk when you’re apart. Now though, you’ve taken the place of your dream self and are so happy you did.

Clinging to him, you let out a broken moan. Each thrust is perfectly angled to brush up against your g-spot. Taeyong starts placing placing kisses along your neck and shoulder. The sensation sends chills up and down your spine.

“Hi, sweetheart, you finally join me?” He gasps.

“Yongie–” you moan, “Feels so good.”

“I should’ve gotten you in here quicker, fuck, I’m not gonna last.”

You wrap your legs around his waist, hoping to urge him to go faster. The heat in your belly is starting to become a fire. You’re still very much sleepy, but the feeling of your boyfriend inside you has you more desperate than you could ever describe. Taeyong gently pulls your legs around his waist and pulls you onto his lap. Now you can properly see the landscape of his dream. You’re in a stunning, vibrantly colored valley. Taeyong doesn’t give you long to process your surroundings before he’s thrusting up into you at a pace that makes you see stars.

“Fuck– I’m gonna cum, baby.” Taeyong groans, peppering kisses against your chest.

Before you can respond, you’re startled out of the dreamscape. You open your eyes to see yourself cuddled up against Taeyong’s chest. He groans and rubs his eyes before looking over at you. He doesn’t say a word; instead, he leans in and kisses you softly. Rolling over to be over you, he lets one of his hands wander down your side to rub small circles into your waist. You gasp as he slots himself between your legs and starts grinding against you. Nothing could beat mornings like this. The feeling of your soulmate loving you and you love him. Being able to share such a strong connetion without any words being exchanged. All of it was so velvety and warm. You never want to leave.

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[knight-a3]

Hazbin Sketchbook Tour part 3

Masterpost

I started some preliminary sketches of Charlie to get a feel for her. I wasn't exactly happy with them. I did like how Alastor turned out in the dancing one, just...not the rest of it.

Before going back to Charlie, I had a couple ideas for a Vaggie redesign I wanted to sketch out. She'll go through a few minor tweaks over time, but overall not bad for a first pass. (There's also a stray Emily)

This is when I started seriously redesigning everyone. I would search up other people's redesigns for inspiration, then move on from there.

More design notes under the cut, and a couple fun Bible facts!

Vaggie: First, I doubled down on the moth theming. I wanted it to be more obvious than it is in canon. It also serves to show that Hell is corrupted, and it makes everyone more inhuman. All the angels will look more human, because "Biblically accurate angels" is not actually all that accurate. After she Falls, she becomes more moth-like, and is not truly an angel anymore.

[I've got this whole idea concerning the blood colors of the various groups. Maybe I should make a dedicated post to explain, but here's the rundown: There are three main groups: Hellborn, Earthborn, and Heavenborn. Hellborn have black blood, and Heavenborn have a glowing white. Earthborn have 3 subgroups: Living, Sinner, and Saint(aka winner). While alive, Earthborn have red. After death, the color depends on if they Fall or Ascend. Fallen Earthborn become Sinners and the blood darkens to purple. Ascended Earthborn become Saints and it lightens into golden yellow. When a Saint Falls, it darkens to purple. When a Heavenborn falls, it darkens to orange. Ascended Sinners will gradually lighten to yellow(albeit it won't ever be quite as bright as the other Saints). Hellborn cannot Ascend.]

All that to say that Vaggie does not have pure angel blood anymore. And I'm trying to decide if the Exorcists are Heavenborn or Earthborn. I'm honestly favoring Earthborn right now, since that's what Adam qualifies as.

Even when she gets her wings back, Vaggie's form is still corrupted and they come back as moth wings, to fit her theming. I wanted to get her long hair out of the way of her wings, and figured that since her hair is sorta moth themed anyway, why not make them the same thing. It works cuz...magic. I also really do not like the floating X over her eye, so I made it a broken eye spot instead.

Charlie: I knew I wanted more goat themes. So the ears were an obvious place to start. I also made her ponytail to look like a goat tail. But I saw a few designs that gave her snake hair and I thought it was great. But I didn't want to draw so many and decided to just give her one. Then named him Hugh. Short for Hubris aka Pride. I designed the Morningstar family around the goat and snake themes, where Charlie gets the goat traits from Lucifer, and the Snake traits from Lilith.

Lucifer: Canon Lucifer has way too many different design motifs. The Biblical Devil is associated with snakes and goats, so I wanted to narrow down on those rather than the forbidden fruit(which is never confirmed to be an actual apple, by the way) or ducks. He can still likes duck, but it doesn't go further than that. Since canon Lucifer is not exactly evil like the Biblical version, I decided it would be thematically appropriate to have his Fall turn him into a scapegoat, of sorts. Which would also mean that Lucifer is not the True Devil. The real Evil is the darkness trapped in the abyss(should I call it Abyss?). Lucifer, as a Fallen Angel, actually created Hell to prevent souls from getting lost in the abyss. So as bad as Hell is, it's actually a relatively good thing. Oh, and he lost his wings during his Fall. (Fun facts: the Devil isn't actually called Lucifer in the Bible, that was a translation quirk basically referring to the fall of the Babylonian king. Similarly, the number 666 probably refers to Roman Emperor Nero)

Lilith: Because I committed to Lucifer as a goat, but still wanted to implement the snake theme, I gave it to Lilith. I wanted to give her snake hair, but also maintain the flow of her long hair. So I decided to give her 7 snakes, each to represent one of the deadly sins. The top one represents pride. They're all named, like Charlie's.

Pride=Vani(Vanity), Greed=Ava(Avarice), Lust=Libby(Libido), Envy=Desi(Desire), Gluttony=Tony(Gluttony), Wrath=Irene(Ire), and Sloth=Sloth(...)

Overall, I haven't fully decided what I want to do with Lilith. It would probably help if we had more canon info on her. Is she secretly an antagonist? Or is there something else going on? Regardless, I enjoyed designing her.

I had this whole tangent about the mythological origins of Lilith, and how she's not actually a biblical character at all. It got too long winded so I cut it. But basically, liliths were a type of demon in Middle East/Mesopotamian cultures. Then a satirical Jewish story written in the medieval era made Lilith Adam's first wife, then she ran off with the Great Demon and started having 100 demon babies a day. She had to promise three angels that she wouldn't hurt any human newborns if they had a special amulet. She was associated with seduction and child-killing. She wasn't a feminist figure until the 1970s. She was just evil before that. Read HERE if you want more info about it.

[jeannineee]

There is a criminal lack of Ruhn fics and you are doing the lords work!!! With that being said #6 and letter G from the prompts with Ruhn please?

Princess

Ruhn Danaan x Reader

a/n: thank you anon!! Ruhn is so underrated 😕. more prompts can be found here.

nsfw under the cut (18+ please)

G: Overstimulation

6: “Drop the attitude before I fuck it out of you.”

~~~~~~~

You glared at Ruhn from across the room, where you’d been sitting all day long.

He promised that there would be no Aux meetings today. It was supposed to be the two of you, in your apartment, finally getting some time alone in the midst of your busy lives.

Yet, there you were, at the Aux headquarters, lounging in a chair while Ruhn went to meeting after meeting.

By the time the final meeting had come to a close, the sun had begun setting, and you were beyond pissed.

Ruhn’s face was apologetic when he approached you. “I’m so sorry, princess.”

“Sure,” you mumbled. “Let’s just go.”

The two of you were silent on the drive back to your place.

You spoke up as the two of you entered your apartment. “The least you could’ve done was texted me, Ruhn. I could’ve went home, instead of sitting there for half the day, waiting for you.”

“You’re right,” Ruhn said calmly, placing his hands on your waist. “I should’ve said something. I’m sorry.”

A part of you melted at how he remained calm, despite your frustration. But another part of you wondered why he wasn’t biting back.

You huffed, still irritated. “I’m going to bed early tonight.”

You stalked towards your bedroom, Ruhn following close behind, sighing loudly.

“Really, y/n? You can’t be that upset over this.”

You scoffed. “This happens every single time. We rarely get to be alone together—“

“I’m with you now. Do you really want to spend our time together fighting?”

“That’s not the point!” you snapped, before going into your closet to change into pajamas.

Ruhn rubbed at his temples, trying his best not to stare at your almost-naked form as you picked out clothes. “Let me make it up to you,” he said, his voice soft.

You regretted you next words as soon as the left your mouth. “Just leave me alone!”

Ruhn had you against the wall before you could even blink, one hand gripping your chin, the other holding the hair at the nape of your neck. “Drop the attitude before I fuck it out of you.”

You stared up at him, butterflies in your stomach, and that familiar ache budding between your legs.

Your voice was quiet as you spoke. “Ruhn, I’m—“

“I don’t wanna hear it. Get on the bed.”

You swallowed thickly as you left your closet, and climbed onto the bed.

Ruhn was on top of you almost immediately, pressing his lips to yours, his tongue dominating your mouth. When you tried to tangle your hands in his hair, he grabbed your wrists, placing them above your head.

“Nuh-uh. Keep ‘em there, princess. You’re gonna need to hold on to the headboard.”

You did as he said, your body buzzing with anticipation as he pulled your underwear down your legs, leaving you completely bare before him.

“So wet for me.” Ruhn dragged a finger through your folds before drawing painfully-slow circles on your clit.

You whimpered in response, hips bucking against his hand.

Ruhn grinned, circling your clit faster, now. “Yeah? Pretty princess just needed to be fucked, hm?” He easily slid two fingers into your cunt, pumping quickly.

Your back arched off of the mattress, a string of pleas leaving your lips as he curled against your g-spot repeatedly, sending you over the edge.

Ruhn didn’t stop, instead bringing his mouth to your cunt as his two fingers remained buried inside you. His fingers continued abusing your hole as he lapped at your folds, sucked on your clit. At the pace he was going, you came undone for a second time after another minute.

“Ruhn—fuck, it’s too much, I can’t—fuck.” You whimpered as he continued licking your cunt, coating his chin with your arousal. A few more curls of his fingers, and you came again, hard enough that your vision went black.

A loud breath of relief left you as he pulled away, but it was short lived as he grabbed your hips, flipping your over. He pulled your ass up, gripping it tightly as he guided his cock into your cunt, giving you a moment to adjust before setting a brutal pace.

“Feel so good wrapped around my cock, princess. Bet you like when I fuck you like this,” Ruhn said, groaning loudly as your cunt fluttered around him. Neither of you were going to last long like this.

You couldn’t even speak as he fucked you stupid, your face pressed into the pillows, hands gripping the sheets for dear life. You were so, so close.

Ruhn brought his hand to your clit, rubbing the over-sensitive bud just as your cunt clamped down on him, driving both of you into your release.

He thrusted lazily a few more times as you came down from your high, the two of you collapsing beside one another.

You took a few moments to catch your breath, before mumbling, “I think I’m gonna have to piss you off more often.”

[kolibruy]

Mask

As an experiment, I tried to translate my own fanfiction. I don't know how badly I did it, but if it turned out to be readable, I could post fanfiction here too x) Of course it's scary to go for this... I just decided to try x_x

Rating: G Category: Gen Characters: The Diamond Cutters team (Whisper, Slinger, Claire, Mimic)

Summary:

As soon as she joined the new team, Whisper immediately faced difficulties: her mask did not want to work in any way. What should she do? Help came from where Whisper had never expected… *The events are entirely based on the comic book "Tangle & Whisper" and are a direct backstory.

      Once again, Whisper was startled by the unexpected and loud beep that the white mask spewed out. The single electronic eye on the front side suddenly blinked and went out again. What is it?

      She was clearly doing something wrong... but what exactly?

      The wolf continued to nervously twist the high-tech mask in her hands, as if it were some kind of mysterious and alien find. But in words, everything sounded so simple! Such and such a button does this, another button does the opposite… Press this, then this… And it will work like clockwork! But for some reason, the simple algorithm did not work for the gloomy Whisper in any way: the mask simply refused to work, as if unwilling to obey unfamiliar hands.

      "You'll figure it out in no time!" optimistically put an end to Smithy's explanations, thrusting his creation into Whisper's hands. The wolf, on the other hand, just watched with a dumbfounded look as Smithy hurriedly collected piles of scribbled papers and crumpled drawings... The inventor was clearly not up to it at all. He was too busy. The blue eyes blinked in confusion, looking first at the mask itself, then at its creator, who was hurrying away.

      Maybe then Whisper didn't have time to understand anything, but... since Smithy said that everything was very simple... then perhaps she shouldn't burden the leader of the Diamond Cutters with stupid questions, right? She'll figure it out on her own. Somehow.

      ...Of course, Whisper soon regretted her decision: left alone with the outlandish mask, the wolf managed to get only annoying beeping from it. The mask seemed to turn into a small bird, angrily pouring out a trill of insults. It was getting annoying.

      The wolf tried to start over. She slowly repeated the sequence of actions that busy Smithy had babbled to her.… Slowly, button by button... like that? Mentally praying, Whisper put the mask to her face: nothing had changed. Still, the wolf saw dead blackness instead of a cozy room around. However, now it was possible to notice a number of incomprehensible numbers, fluently replacing each other.… Well, that's something. Maybe it was lines of code? Should Whisper ever have seen these numbers?

      Whatever it was, but in this ridiculous battle, the wolf was defeated again. She gave up trying to guess the coveted combination to the tricky puzzle. Whisper was sure that she was holding in her hands just a titanic work that took an indecent amount of time from the brilliant inventor. And what about her? She wasn't even able to just turn on the mask. Not like using it. The gentle wolf drooped even more. Will Smithy be very upset? What if he kicks a would-be volunteer recruit out of his team? Chaos, this is only the very first task, and everything was already wrong!

      ...But after all, cutters not taken her for ”deep knowledge of technology”, right? So would something terrible happen if she went out on the battlefield without her mask for the first time?

      But it was such an important event. The very first assignment in a new role, in a new team… Whisper wanted everything to be perfect. She didn't want to stand out in any way. All of the Cutters proudly wore Smithy's creations. Everyone skillfully used the inventions of the talented lion against the Eggman… How could Whisper not follow their example? No, she has to deal with her mask. By all means. Whisper saw this as a manifestation of her respect: not only for the leader, but also for the entire new team. In response to all that the Cutters had done for her... it was the least she could do.

      In her reverie, the wolf turned over the mask and peered into the dead eye, in which the blue ring should have been glowing. But it didn't glow. The lens resembled a smooth gemstone of the blackest shade of all existing ones. It seems that Whisper had not noticed before how this mask was actually... frightening. Why were these dots-holes on the right half needed? Is it such a symbol? Or did these strange holes have some important function? Or maybe-

      No, no, it wasn't up to that at all now. She urgently needed to figure out how to use the mask before the operation began! But how? Keep playing with luck, hoping not to hit the self-destruct button in the end? Maybe Smithy will still have time to come back and explain to Whisper again-

Of course! After all, she can turn to other cutters, not necessarily to the main inventor! And how did this thought not immediately occur to her?

      Inspired, the wolf jumped up from her chair and hurried out of the rest room.

      At the same time, Whisper continued to look at the cramped quarters of the headquarters, in which she will spend the next few years… Unless, of course, she accidentally messed up. The anticipation of a new life felt like a pleasant chocolate sweetness. Whisper no longer hoped that the established way of life would change so rapidly for the better. And everything was just beginning... The wolf couldn't believe what was happening. Wasn't all this just a fleeting dream that would irrevocably melt in the morning rays? Maybe she's about to open her eyes and find herself back in the dusty cubicle of the Resistance?

      Whisper clutched the mask to her chest like the most precious treasure. The wolf was walking down the corridor, and her new dark cape was fluttering behind her back. She was not used to this either…

      Whisper broke away from her thoughts, concentrating on remembering the way to the armory. Some time ago, almost all the Diamond Cutters took the recruit around their lands together, having a nice tour. The main thing is not to confuse the door. After the unsuccessful experience with the mask, Whisper doubted her own memory ... but fortunately she made the rest of the way to the armory already following a familiar voice that echoed through the walls of the headquarters.

      At first, only the sharp wolf ears appeared in the opening, and then the whole Whisper. She was in no hurry to take a step outside the door. At first she only watched what was happening from the side, like a child who stared at a toy showcase on the way.

      At the end of the long room, hung from floor to ceiling with wispons and other dangerous weapons, stood a broad-shouldered ocelot. He was concentrating on his laser guns. Cutter kept getting distracted by two mischievous ephemeral spirits-wisps hovered above, weaving among the hanging fluorescent lamps. For them, it was like an aerial obstacle course prepared especially for them. Wisps were clearly having fun, judging by their happy faces and gambling coos.

      «Cyan! Rocket! Just don't break anything!» Slinger called out to them for decency, concentrating on trying to figure out where the fresh scratch appeared on the body of his wispon. The whole spectrum of ocelot's heavy thoughtfulness was betrayed by his swaying tail.

      Wisps muttered something in their own language in response. They listened to the cutter and slowed down slightly, but they didn't stop playing catch-up. It was as if wisps were ordinary little children, and not dangerous entities woven from the pure energy of Chaos. However, they were only dangerous in the wrong hands... they were the sweetest creatures in themselves.

      Whisper stole a glance at the wall hung with weapons. There was also her orange wispon. A sniper rifle. The rifle would have been useless without a wisp named Rocket, whom the wolf met quite recently. Just think, but Whisper was the only owner of such a unique wispon… The Resistance could only dream of such a thing. Proud and happy lights lit up in the blue wolf eyes of their own accord.

      Suddenly, wisps began to murmur and were distracted from the game. Both spirits descended to an unexpected guest, who for some reason got stuck in the doorway. Maybe she was waiting for an invitation? Orange spirit and turquoise spirit circled around Whisper affably, clearly greeting her. A shimmering train trailed behind them. Electricity was felt. Immediately Whisper's fur stirred. The wolf waved her hand timidly in response, and both wisps rose to the lamps again, as if wanting to disappear into the white glow.

      Slinger immediately noticed the guest and smiled sunnily. It seemed that the ocelot could emit light along with wisps, even though he consisted of ordinary flesh and blood. Although, who knows?

      «Oh, Whisper!» Slinger greeted cordially, returning the laser guns to their rightful place on the wall. Very soon, he will take them up again to destroy another pack of Eggman’s bots.

      All the first days of her new life, Slinger was a safe island for Whisper: no expectations, no masks and no worries… The cheerful ocelot was generally the primary reason why Whisper was able to join Diamond Cutters. Of course, the wolf first turned to him. Perhaps it was even worth doing it right away and not wasting time arguing with an inanimate mask ... However, she did not want to use the help of an infinitely kind and generous ocelot too often.

      Slinger continued to speak, noting the restless shadow in Whisper's eyes. He was quite a tall mobian, so he had to lean a little towards the wolf:

      «How are you? Are you worried?»

      «...A little bit.» Whisper did not lie, palely responding to Slinger's sunny gaze and smile, «I hope nothing happens.»

      «Don't worry, we'll be right there! Let at least one @##!&% just try to approach you… And It will regret it.» although the ocelot said this with a smile, but in his eyes Whisper clearly saw a predatory gleam that overshadowed all doubts: this is exactly how it will be. «Let's blow up a couple hundred blanks and go home! Before you know it, it's all over, haha!» Slinger finished as if nothing had happened.

      ...Sometimes Whisper completely forgot who Slinger really was, right? The Diamond Cutters team took on the most dangerous missions possible only to extremely experienced freedom fighters. The Cutters wouldn't have taken Slinger in just like that. Only the best of the best were among them. And ocelot was like that. There was much more to his childish, beaming smile. But what about her? Did the team make a mistake with their new recruit? What could they see in her? Will she be able to meet their expectations, their trust?

      As if hearing someone else's confused thoughts, the mischievous wisps immediately returned to their owners. Cyan settled comfortably on the shoulders of a tall ocelot, his gaze questioning the essence of the conversation. The orange Rocket landed on the palm of Whisper's hand. Rocket lifted her awkward paws up and squeezed her eyes shut happily. Rocket repeated and repeated something in her own language, but without a mask, no one could understand these cute messages… However, it seems that Whisper guessed it anyway. She may not have had time to get attached to a new companion yet, but warm feelings were already touching her heart.

      «Do you see? We're not going to let Whisper get hurt, are we, guys?» Slinger asked cheerfully, and the wisps became even more animated, vying to answer the obvious question.

      «Thank you, Slinger,» Whisper smiled warmly. «I appreciate it.»

      She had no doubt that she could rely on ocelot. She only doubted her own abilities.

      «And thank you too.» the wolf turned to the cheerful wisps.

      Rocket and Cyan soared again, taking the enchanting light with them.

      «...Actually, I wanted to ask for help,» Whisper said softly, showing the ill-fated mask to Slinger, who carefully pricked up his ears.

      «With a mask?» he said.

      «Yes.»

      «What's the matter?»

      «I... I didn't understand how it works. Smithy explained it to me, but he was in such a hurry, and I-»

      «Yeah, I understand. Lately, he hasn't even had time to breathe once more...» Slinger took the mask with the extinguished eye from Whisper and turned it over in a puzzled way.

He examined it properly. He studied it with his cat's eyes. The front side, the inside. By his instantly frowning face, the wolf immediately suspected something was wrong.

      Chaos, she didn't break the mask, did she? What's the matter?

      «I would love to help you, Whisper...» Slinger finally looked up at the worried wolf, « ...But I don't use a mask. I have this instead.» Ocelot took out a monocle from the depths of his gray poncho, very similar to the switched-off lens in the Whisper’s mask. Perhaps it could be called... a mini version?

      «Do you remember saying that you used to have a mask too?» she said.

      «Yes. But to be honest...» Slinger scratched the top of his head and grinned, «I can't even remember roughly how this thing works.» ocelot returned the mask to the owner with a sincerely regretful look, «I'm sorry.»

      «Oh, it’s okay.»

      At some point, the wolf was already sure that her problem was about to be solved. Now, Whisper finally remembered that technology and Slinger are practically incompatible things. Gadget even said that for him it was beginning to believe in paranormal phenomena, because it was simply statistically impossible to break electrical appliances with the frequency with which Slinger did it.… Why Gadget has not tried to smooth out the relationship between ocelot and technology after all? Then the wolf would not have to take on all these breakdowns, resurrecting the unfortunate toasters and microwaves over and over again… But Slinger never had any problems with wispons: everything that fired seemed to jump into his skillful hands.

      Whisper still have to try to figure it out on her own. But will she make it in time?

      Slinger was silent. Then the disheveled ocelot smiled encouragingly again, that's how he was built:

      «Well, what's the big deal! Then go without a mask today. Smithy will explain everything to you again later, no problem!»

      At first, Whisper did not want to tell everything as it is. But she trusted Slinger completely:

      «...It's important to me.»

      «What's important? Be in a mask? Why?»

      «Smithy did me a favor. I want to show that I appreciate his work.»

      «Oh, Whisper! This does not mean that you don't appreciate his work!» Slinger leaned a little closer to the wolf, as if trying to give his words even more weight, «He is an understanding and kind lion! Don't get so upset.»

      Whisper nodded, dropping her thoughtful gaze back to the mask in her hands. She really wanted to be in it on her first assignment, but apparently she would have to-

«You know what? Why don't you go to Claire's place?» Slinger suddenly spoke up again, beaming even more at the visit of such a wonderful idea, «She knows more about these things than I do. She should be upstairs.»

      «Would she... mind?» Whisper stammered, confused for some reason.

      «Of course not! Maybe she'll also make you some kind of prediction for today?» ocelot spread his hands and closed his deliberately cunning cat's eyes, «Who knows?»

      What? A prediction? Oh, yeah. Claire is... a medium, right? Smithy also called her a "psi-operator”, but Whisper didn't even understand the meaning of that title. It was obvious that Claire had some kind of powerful ability... but what exactly was that power? Could Claire sense other people's emotions? To see the aura of others? Feel the danger? To anticipate events and see the future? To move objects with the power of thought alone? Whisper’s head was already spinning with various theories. ”Medium". Even the word alone felt extremely mysterious! And ”psi-operator"? Absolutely terrifying.

But at the first meeting, Claire left an exceptionally pleasant impression on Whisper… Well. If everything goes well, then Whisper will find out about everything herself after a while, right?

      «...Yes. I'll go.» Whisper nodded again, more to herself than to Slinger. She drew the mask closer to her heart, along with an instant renewed hope to make everything perfect.

      The wolf in the dark cape was already turning around, when she suddenly realized: maybe she should have asked Slinger to come up with her? Unlike Whisper, ocelot, after all, has been working with Claire for quite some time. They already have a good relationship. And Whisper barely exchanged a few words with Claire on that cursory ”excursion”... however, what's so scary about that? Whisper will just ask one question, right? The world won't go up in flames from this. And the wolf will not be kicked out of the team for this.

      So Whisper left the armory, waving goodbye to Slinger and wisps. Soon they will all be on their way together.

      The closer Whisper got to the living rooms, the harder her steps got. It was as if her legs were going to tie themselves into a knot to give themselves an excuse not to go anywhere. A dialogue was being rehearsed in the wolf's head, which was about to sound in reality: everything is to the point, everything is clear, everything is fast! So as not to cause any inconvenience to the future teammate! Whisper wouldn't want to start a full-fledged acquaintance with Claire on an unpleasant note… It made her nervous to realize that Claire was far from her and Slinger's age. For some reason, in Whisper's eyes, this fact turned everything upside down. It was as if she had to come up with a completely new language just to ask the medium for help.

      Finally, the right door was right in front of Whisper. Plain and wooden, just like in the dormitories of the Resistance.

      The wolf knocked, having only rehearsed the lines a few more times.

      There seemed to be an infinity hidden in every second. The sharp wolf ears pricked up as soon as Whisper heard footsteps outside the door. Soon the door was opened and clear ice-like eyes stared at the wolf from a dark crack. As soon as Claire recognized the new Whisper as a guest, her gaze immediately warmed up: like a frozen river visited by the spring sun, chasing away all the cold. The monkey in the dark cape magically changed, brushing aside recent thoughts.

      A friendly smile appeared on the neat face of the little mobian, and she left her secluded abode:

      «Hello, Whisper! How are-»

«Hello, Claire! You're-» wolf stammered, accidentally interrupting the respected medium.

      Oh no! Whisper immediately caught herself, covering her mouth with her hand:

       «I'm so sorry!»

       «Don't worry!» Claire chuckled kindly, immediately gently taking Whisper's hand in a soothing gesture.

      Now the wolf herself appeared in the place of the tall Slinger. She unconsciously leaned closer to the interlocutor, who was barely taller than an ordinary child. It wasn't rude, was it?

Claire suddenly spoke first:

      «What’s wrong? Did something happen to you?»

      How? Did she-

Whisper blink in surprise:

       «…Did you... feel it?»

      «Oh, no!» Claire laughed softly at such a funny guess, «You just look a little worried, dear. What's the matter? Do you have any problems?»

      «I...» Whisper exhaled and handed the short mobian a non-working mask, «...If you are not busy and I am not distracting you... then could you help me deal with the mask?»

      «Of course! Just give me a second.» Claire smiled warmly and released Whisper to return to her room for a few minutes.

      During this time, Whisper tried not to think about how stupid she looked and sounded. And why did she say that out loud? "Did you feel it?". How could you even think of such a thing? Obviously, everything was written on Whisper's face. In huge letters. In bold. You don't have to be a medium here to understand that something has happened…

      After a while, Whisper suddenly realized that she and Claire had very similar dark capes. It felt like a real honor. Wearing the same uniform as all the other talented cutters filled the wolf with a wide variety of feelings. A sense of responsibility, among other things.

      Finally, Claire returned. She was holding a Whisper’s mask in one hand and her own mask in the other:

      «Oh, I'm sorry, honey... But it seems that you and I have completely different models. I'm afraid of spoiling something inadvertently.»

      Claire's mask might be similar to Whisper's in general terms, but it was still completely different. The medium's mask did not have any lenses. There were only three dark dots-holes. It was not necessary for a higher being like her to see the world. However, maybe the reason was something else? Of course, the mask of the mystical psi-operator had to be special and distinctive from the rest. Whisper should have guessed it herself…

      Whisper obediently took her mask back, already resigned to the trouble that had happened.

      Claire continued encouragingly:

      «Smithy's busy right now, but he'll definitely help you later. Don't be afraid to handle any problems, okay?»

      «...So it's better for me not to take the mask with me on a mission?»

      «Yes, I think it would be wiser to leave it for next time.»

«I understand. Thank you very much.» Whisper said with the utmost seriousness and hurried away so as not to detain the respected medium any longer.

      Before the wolf had even reached the middle of the cramped corridor, Claire called out to her:

      «Whisper?»

      «Yes?»

      «Don't get upset. I'll bring you some waffles tonight,» Claire smiled sincerely again, clearly intending to share the warming sun, «Okay?»

      Waffles? Whisper expected anything but this. She had forgotten that she now lived here with the Cutters. Her and Claire's rooms were literally a few steps away from each other. Oh-

«Thank you!» Whisper belatedly replied with a confused note.

      She will definitely need to figure out what to give Claire in return.

      The medium smiled sweetly and closed the door, returning to her abode, filled with the smells of a wide variety of Mobius flowers: healing, beautiful and long-withered.

      On the way back to the break room, Whisper continued to examine the mask in her hands. She wasn't trying to do anything anymore. Probably just hoping to find something she might have missed.… Where is it better to leave the mask? Should she take it to the armory? To Smithy's workshop? Or go up to her new room? Or maybe it's worth trying to remember the combination of buttons again? What if it does work out?

      Carried away by her thoughts, Whisper was about to enter the break room to return to her favorite chair.…

      But suddenly she stopped abruptly, as soon as she looked up.

      This is-?!

A wolf in a dark cape immediately darted back through the opening, as if being a ghost from the depths of darkness.

      She saw the black silhouette of an octopus standing at the end of the room. The last cutter, which Whisper preferred not to even think about once again, and-

      Mimic.

      Slinger said a lot of things to Whisper about his teammate. For example, that it would be much more difficult to get along with a Mimic than with anyone else. If even for Slinger (for the friendliest creature in the world!) it was difficult... then Whisper probably shouldn't have even tried. At first, she hoped to encounter the octopus only in the company of someone else. Ideally, of course, with Slinger. Slinger even promised in advance to settle any such issue. But the tall ocelot was not there. Neither sweet Claire, nor needlework Smithy were around.…

      No, of course, it was just stupid to expect real danger from the elder cutter. Whisper just didn't want to appear like a complete idiot in front of one of the founders of the team. That's all. The first time they met, Mimic carefully watched at Whisper's every move, as if she were a potential thief and not a new member of the team. This observation made her terribly uncomfortable. Whisper immediately decided that Mimic disliked her from the very first seconds. But what did she do wrong? Wouldn't she make the situation even worse if she asked for help?

      ...When the wolf, clutching the mask to her heart, was about to hurry upstairs: away from such nervous meetings… Suddenly, there was an incomprehensible rumble in the room.

      What's it? Did Mimic move something or-? Something heavy? Maybe it was Whisper who should have helped her teammate right now?

      Partly due to the last thought, and partly due to ordinary curiosity, the wolf nevertheless carefully looked into the opening…

      Mimic opened the door of the transparent refrigerator with a bang. He began rapidly filling the empty shelves with whole packs of some glossy cans. At the same time, Mimic worked not only with his hands, but also with tentacles, managing to hold the door for himself. When the refrigerator was full to overflowing, the octopus took one can and slammed the door with an even stronger bang. And how did it still not crack? Whisper heard the familiar hiss, accompanied by which an ordinary can of drink is usually opened… The octopus didn't seem to need any help. So-

      Just as Whisper took a step away from the ill-fated opening, she suddenly noticed something familiar in the middle of the cluttered table.

      It's not by chance-…

      Yes. It is.

      Whisper dropped her gaze back to the mask in her hands.

      There was a Mimic mask on the table: almost exactly the same as hers…

      It would seem that the wolf had finally found someone to ask for help... but it was scary to even think about it. Hmm, and what should she call it? Incredible luck or incredible bad luck? Why exactly did Mimic, the most ambiguous cutter of all, have a similar mask? Could Whisper have asked him for help? Or is it better not to? She felt that the stakes were much higher now. The tremor in her voice and unnecessary chatter would definitely not be tolerated by Mimic, unlike Smithy and Claire. And do not forget that the future of Whisper in this team depended not only on the leader, but also on Mimic — the ”second founder”, as ocelot called him… She had to take control of the situation.

      Where is the best place to start a conversation? Apologize? Start with the case right away, so as not to waste his time? Or-

«...Are you going to stand there and stare at me for a long time?» suddenly Mimic spoke sharply to the ghost behind his back, without turning around.

      Did he notice her?! How?!

      Caught off guard, Whisper immediately stepped inside. Her heart skipped a beat and began to beat with triple force. Chaos, what had she gotten herself into?! She should have left right away. What was she doing all this for anyway?! Now it looked like Whisper was deliberately spying on Mimic, right? If she had been in Mimic's place, she would have been angry too. Has she already ruined everything, and-

«I'm sorry.» Whisper said in a surprisingly calm voice faster than her thoughts.

      Mimic finally turned around.

      There was no anger in his black eye sockets and predatory snow-white pupils, which Whisper was so afraid to see. The octopus's gaze was rather... completely blank.

      Before that, in her entire life, which Whisper had spent mostly in the Resistance, she had not yet met the cursed mobians. She didn't understand what it was. And there were so many opinions on this subject on Mobius that it couldn't be counted… Almost everyone was terribly afraid of the cursed ones. Who would have thought that in the ranks of the best freedom fighters of Mobius there would be just one of them?

      Soon Mimic arched an eyebrow, waiting for at least some sane explanation from the newcomer.

      «I wanted to ask you to help me deal with the mask. If it doesn't bother you.»

      It would seem that just a minute ago, Whisper was terribly panicking ... but as soon as she spoke, cold calculation immediately filled every cell of her body.

      Whisper changed beyond recognition, as soon as she was on the battlefield, all her fears and doubts disappeared in an instant, irrevocably burning in an icy fire. She became a completely different creature, trying on metal scales on herself: in order to resist Eggman, wolf had to spy on him in some things. So it was now. As soon as Whisper was not in front of the brightly smiling Slinger, Claire or Smithy, but in front of the cursed Mimic, everything acquired the familiar cold colors of metallic shades. No, she wasn't afraid of him. And she didn't see him as an opponent. Whisper saw in him only a mobian who could sense someone else's weakness. Maybe she was wrong. Maybe not.

      The octopus was silent. In his reverie, he dangled the can, boring into Whisper’s mask with a heavy gaze. The wolf could only guess what was going on in the cursed mobian's head. But she did not feel any threat from Mimic: even though it was the first time she had come face to face with the cursed mobian. It seems that all these stories turned out to be untrue.

      Finally, Mimic spoke dryly, no longer addressing Whisper, but the void:

      «...So our Smithy doesn't have enough time for his own duties?» the octopus drank sweets from a can of soda with such a look, as if in fact it was low-quality and indescribable bitterness, «...Unexpectedly.»

At that moment, Whisper felt a pang of guilt: Smithy was certainly not responsible for the fact that she didn't understand the instructions. The tall lion had already spent a lot of time to create wispon and mask for Whisper. No one else in the whole world had such. Was Smithy obliged to waste even more of his precious time on such a formality? In a good way, Whisper should have dealt with it on her own, without distracting the cutters from their business. But…

      Mimic gave the glossy can to his own tentacle to free his hands. He walked up to the table and picked up his mask.

       «Alright. Come here.»

      Whisper roused herself and hurried to obey the order.

      ...Surprisingly, Mimic spoke quite calmly: without the irritation inherent in former Whisper’s mentors from the Resistance, without any reproaches and arrogance. One could even say that the octopus did not correspond at all to the image that had formed in the wolf's head long before the meeting. Slinger was describing a cursed octopus... what would be the right word? Probably strict. Whisper expected that she would not have the right to make any mistakes, because Mimic simply would not let her get away with it. This was the case with Slinger: ocelot, as he himself put it, learned on the run, barely keeping up with the older cutters… But Slinger never gave specific examples. Maybe that's why there was some misunderstanding? Or did Whisper not notice how she herself fell into the trap of all those rumors about the cursed mobians?

      The octopus calmly explained the purpose of each button, even the most inconspicuous one. Mimic expressed himself in a completely different way, not like Smithy: without any incomprehensible terms and without distant thoughts that could not fit into the ordinary mobian's head. Simple and understandable. Whisper was no longer afraid to ask questions... but there was no need to. Mimic gave Whisper just enough time to figure it out and try to repeat it herself. Following the octopus, she pressed the buttons. The lens perked up, looking at the world with a glowing turquoise ring... Really? That's it? It even seemed that Mimic had replaced mask with a more obedient one while Whisper was not looking.

      It was difficult to say whether Mimic could also professionally transfer combat skills… But something told Whisper that yes. Maybe if she had a similar mentor in the Resistance, she would not prefer to train alone.

      She even had the following thought. The wolf knew firsthand that the ocelot often behaved frivolously. Even in extremely... serious situations. Perhaps in this way Slinger was mocking the very essence of a sometimes unfair and cruel world… Whisper understood that this could be annoying. Maybe it might have seemed so at first, but for Slinger, blowing up robots was not just fiery fun.

      Whisper excitedly put on a mask. Finally, everything worked as Smithy described. She could see the world around her as clearly as with her own eyes. No obscure numbers and frightening blackness!

      «...Now the interface.» meanwhile Mimic continued, politely giving Whisper time to get used to her new vision. The octopus also put on a mask.

      ...Whisper could not have imagined that there would be so many functions in such a light mask. Mimic himself noted which of them were fundamental and which were purely situational. For example, a thermal imager, although it might be needed, but obviously not as often as night vision. And for a sniper, the ”smart” sight was paramount at all. It is unlikely that Whisper had ever been interested in technology ... but then a purely childish delight blossomed inside her. Of course, she did not show it. She only thoughtfully listened to every word of the elder cutter, who was standing a little apart. She will have time to rejoice and think later.

      Now it's time for communication. The Diamond Cutters used masks to communicate not only with each other, but also with their faithful wisps: a translator was built into the masks, which allowed them to understand funny gurgling language. Whisper had already communicated with her Rocket, but for this she had to use Slinger's monocle — then her mask was not even ready.

      After listing all the voice commands, the octopus moved on to practice:

      «Can you hear me?» Whisper was asked by the voice of a Mimic from the loudspeaker of the mask and from the outside world at the same time.

      «Yes.» the wolf pressed the button, «And can you hear me?»

      The sound of her own voice, coming to her from Mimic's mask, seemed simply terrible. Is that how the others will hear her? What a horror-

       «Yes. Claire and Slinger are online too. Try to contact them.»

      The elder cutter lifted the mask to his forehead and returned to the drink in the can, which he had been holding in one of the tentacles all this time. It seems that the drink was no longer as cold.

      Whisper calmly did everything as Mimic told and showed her.

      «Um, can anyone hear me?»

      «Whispe-e-er! It's Whisper! You did it, a-woooo!» Slinger howled triumphantly, deliberately wolfish, celebrating her victory as if it were his own.

      Whisper flinched in surprise: sometimes sensitive hearing was not a blessing of Chaos at all. Mimic readily suggested:

       «The volume is adjusted from the side. I advise you to make Slinger quiet permanently.»

      «Mimic?! You already here?!» asked the ocelot from Whisper mask, deliberately raising his voice so that the elder cutter would definitely hear him even in such conditions.

      Whisper turned the wheel and a volume bar turned down in front of her eyes from the side.

      «As you hear...» Mimic replied lazily, sipping a drink. Then he gave Whisper the following practical task: «Switch to the general channel so that both Slinger and Claire can hear you at the same time.»

      «Like this?»

      «Good job, Whisper!» Claire suddenly responded instead of Mimic, joining in the congratulations. She could be heard so well, as if she was standing very close.

      «Thanks! Over and out.» Whisper said with a timid half-smile on her face and hung up.

      The wolf took off her mask and blinked, getting used to the light again. She had hoped to at least just turn on this incomprehensible unit... but instead she was now free to use the mask on her own. Absolutely all functions. Of course, everything that had been learned still had to be consolidated, but now it didn't look so terrible. Neither did the future training of cutters in general look scary.

      Whisper squinted at the octopus in the black cape:

      «Thank you for your help.» she said softly.

      Mimic did not answer. He emptied a can of soda, crumpled it to a flat shiny round and threw it into the trash with a tentacle, without even aiming. In an instant, the octopus pulled away, drowning in his thoughts — this was evident from his gaze fixed on an invisible point.

      Both founders of Diamond Cutters seemed to Whisper not only authoritative and experienced... but also terribly tortured. Was the reason for this a Eggman who did not close the ”mechanical all-seeing eye"? Recently, there have been more robots both in the Sandy House and on the outskirts of Metropolis… Who knows? Maybe with the Diamond Cutters Whisper will see the long-awaited fall of the empire of Dr. Eggman.

      Mimic suddenly put on the mask again and contacted the team:

      «Let's move out. Take the wispons. Slinger, grab the Whisper’s rifle.»

      The wolf just blinked in surprise.

      Wait, what? Already?

      «Accepted!» Slinger and Claire immediately responded with alacrity in one voice.

      Something was wrong... after a moment's thought, Whisper realized that it was their team size: had the leader of the Diamond Cutters been in touch? She don't think so. As far as she understood, the old lion was not at the headquarters at all. How could they launch an operation without their commander? What about the plan? How-

     «Is Smithy going to be with us too?» Whisper decided to express her thought out loud.

     «...Smithy won't be free today.» Mimic replied with an ambiguous intonation.

      Footsteps were heard, and Claire and Slinger appeared on the threshold of the break room. When they stood next to each other, the difference in their height seemed simply enormous. Both cutters were already fully armed: Claire was wearing a mask, with a wispon in her hands and a green wisp on her shoulder. In this form, she truly looked terrifying. And Slinger was even rearmed: in addition, he also held an orange Whisper’s rifle in his hands. The wolf immediately caught herself and hurried to meet her friend to pick up her weapon. The ocelot looked happy.

      All the peace that filled Whisper disappeared at once. On a mission? Already? She didn't feel ready. Even the air in the recreation room was saturated with electricity. Either from the presence of the wisps, or from the omen of an imminent battle.

      Claire and Slinger didn't ask about the commander. Ocelot, of course, once casually mentioned that the full complement of Diamond Cutters went only on particularly important tasks… But Whisper could not even imagine that the founder of the team himself could be absent. She even felt sorry. She would like to see lion not only in the role of an inventor, but also in the role of a skilled warrior too. However, everything is still ahead, right?

      Mimic went to the wall and took his wispon, which, it turns out, had been waiting alone on the sidelines and propping up the wall all this time. The octopus put it on his shoulder like some kind of metal bat with an impressive sphere — it looked a little like a steel wrecking ball that demolishes buildings. Even the inactive wispon of the elder cutter looked very impressive.

      Claire and Slinger parted to let Mimic go ahead and let him lead. Little Claire immediately followed. Before that, Slinger turned to Whisper and gave her two thumbs-up. There was a whole silent tirade in his eyes about how well she was doing.

      Whisper smiled warmly and hurried after her new team.

      Everything is just beginning.