#so i tried plugging it in to my desktop

[peachdoxie]

oh my god

oh

my god

the password to the chromebook was there the entire time

right on the laptop

I just misinterpreted the - as an _

this whole fucking time I could have been in the chromebook instead of wasting my time with other attempts

*hides face*

[lyriumrain]

I'm so sad I've had to stop playing bg3 😩 i dont wanna stress out my laptop anymore so that means I've gotta wait till i can afford a new power supply for my desktop (which i am hoping to god is the issue lol)

Also I'm still sick as a dog so the fact i cant play is aaaaagh

[uracutieraka]

Kingston

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Every single word you say makes me feel some type of way

It's the thought of you that slightly scares me

But it takes my breath away, forget what I was gonna say

The day that I met you, I started dreaming

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BakuSquad x F!Musician!reader x Bakugo Katsuki (A lil romance never hurt nobody ;3)

Tw: Cursing. 

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Synopsis; Having a music based quirk takes you down the path of actually making music, what happens when you let some of your closest friends in your class help you make a song, and play cupid?

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You should never have agreed to this. 

In hindsight, it seemed like a fun idea when Sero suggested it with a mischievous smirk that you mistook for a sweet smile. 

Denki, Sero, Jirou, Kirishima, Mina, and surprisingly Bakugo were crammed around your small dorm, chit-chatting about new musical possibilities for you. 

"Y/n, have you ever tried to rap?" Denki asks, causing everyone's individual conversations to end and turn to you. 

You hum slightly, still plugging in all your recording equipment and clicking around on your desktop computer to open different programs. 

"Yeah, once or twice." 

You hear a few giggles come from behind you and you quickly turn around. 

Scanning your eyes across your friends to see the culprits you narrow in on Mina who's got her hand over her mouth, trying not to laugh. 

"What's so funny?" You ask with an attitude. 

"I just can't see you rapping is all!" She says with a slight chuckle. 

You scoff and roll your eyes, turning to finish setting up. 

Sero had roped you into this by mentioning that he was surprised none of them had gotten to hear any of your music that you talk about so much. After chatting for a bit Denki joined the conversation, mentioning how he had tried and failed at using some computer programs to make beats of his own. 

Soon your friend group slowly filled out around your desk, putting in input where it was needed, creating a discussion about music making in general. 

It all came crashing down when Denki and Jirou started bickering about who could make the best beat. 

"Well y/n," Sero lazily put his face in the palm of his hand and gave you a lopsided smile. "Why don't we all just come to yours after class and see who can make the best beat? Then you can work your magic and show us how you make your own music. Kill two birds with one stone." 

You hummed, tapping your chin in thought. 

it was a smart idea, and this would prevent them from hounding you to show them until you gave in anyways. 

"Fine.," Denki and Kirishima high five at your response, but you cut their celebration short by clearing your throat. "Only if you can get Bakugo to come too." An evil grin now overtakes your face. 

You watch as all the smiles in the group slowly drop, some turning into defeated frowns, others in deep thought. Finally Sero speaks up again. 

"Y/n, you know that isn't possible!" A slight whine is heard as he speaks. 

'If you're not up to the challenge then that's your problem." You shrug, going back to taking notes like you were originally supposed to be doing. 

The rest of your friends now move to hover over Sero's desk, devising a plan to get their stubborn friend to leave his dorm for one night. 

Unfortunately for you they had somehow managed to convince the hot headed Blond to come along. 

When you heard a knock at your door, you answered, gloating with your chest puffed out, ready to see Sero's defeated face as he told you they couldn't do it. 

Nope, there stood six of your closest friends waiting excitedly to make music. 

Bakugo was the only one who looked annoyed, hands shoved in his pockets as a scowl filled his face, mumbling incoherent curses under his breath. 

You sighed and moved away allowing them to enter. 

That's how you got into this position. 

You roll your eyes at the thought and then turn to Sero. 

He still has a smug look on his face, you stick your tongue out at him and he just laughs before flipping you off. 

You grunt and then turn to face Denki and Jirou. 

"So Denki, since you don't really know how to use this stuff and Jirou does, we can be partners. 

You hear a scoff leave the girl's mouth. 

"That's unfair!" 

You think for a moment before an idea pops into your head. 

"Why don't we just forget about the competition and you guys all just make a beat together. I'll be completely hands off and Jirou, you can teach them as you do it." 

You see Sero roll his eyes and you turn to him, now you're the one with a smug grin on your face. 

"Killing two birds with one stone, yeah?" 

He crosses his arms and pops an eyebrow at you before sassily turning away. 

You fight back the laugh growing in your throat. 

Bakugo, finally, decides to speak up. 

"This is stupid, I'm going back to my dorm." 

Mina quickly blocks the door to the hallway as Bakugo starts to move towards it. 

"Uh-uh, remember the deal?" She says to him. 

You watch in awe as the hot head quickly turns around and sits back in the spot he had just walked away from. 

"What deal?" You ask. 

Everyone goes quiet at your question, looking around at each other nervously. 

You see Bakugo grow angry at the situation and you tilt your head in confusion. 

You look at Denki, he's the weakest link in your friend group, especially when it comes to you. His sweet and cute best friend! You reminded him of a cute little puppy when you would bat your eyelashes his way and ask him to do something for you. 

Though, you had this effect on most of the people you knew. 

"Kami, what're they talking about?" Your voice is soft and sweet and his friends know exactly what's going to happen next. 

They slowly turn towards him, awaiting to see what he does. 

He's sweating as his eyes dart around between the different faces, hands anxiously wiping on his pants. 

Just as he opens his mouth to speak, Sero shoots tape to wrap around his friend's mouth. 

Muffled grunts can be heard from Kaminari as he struggles to peel the tape off. 

Okay, fine then. 

"Bakugo, what deal?" 

Nobody moves out of fear of what either you or Katsuki would do to them if they tried to interfere again. 

Bakugo grunts as he looks away from you. 

"Can't say." 

You watch as he closes his eyes and puts a hand over his mouth, he looks embarrassed?

You cross your arms and turn away from them. 

You pout at your desk, mad that nobody will include you in this secret. 

Even more mad that even Bakugo wouldn't tell you. 

A sweet voice sounds behind you and you recognize it to be Jirou. 

"Y/n? Don't be mad at us! You were the one who made the deal to begin with!" 

You make a loud 'Humph!' as you dramatically turn your head even farther away from her, your nose now stuck up in the air. 

"Hey, hey! Please don't be mad y/n! It's not manly of you!" Kirishima shouts from where he's sprawled over your bed. 

You hear Mina whisper yell at him that he's not helping. 

You still make a point to look at him and scoff before turning back around in your chair to face the computer. 

You hear Bakugo make a familiar 'Tch' sound at your childish behavior. Normally he would tell you to stop being a brat but he's slightly amused at the drama unfolding in front of him. 

He knew that agreeing to Sero and Kirishima would only lead to something stupid, and his hypothesis was proven correct as he watched everything going down. 

He studies the back of you, taking in the way your hair seems to always have the most perfect curls in it. 

He wondered how long it took you to style it. Did you do it every morning? 

His mind always seemed to do this when it came to you. He hated the way you could make him think about the dumbest things. 

His eyes scan over your room. It's cute. Very you. 

Little trinkets litter the shelves you put up, school books and papers filling up one side of your desk, shoved to the side in an attempt to make room for your music equipment. 

Posters of Hawks and a few other heroes are mixed in with posters of some of your favorite bands and other miscellaneous things. 

His eyes dart over to where polaroids fill the back of your door. 

A small smile makes way to the corners of his mouth as he quickly recognizes the one you forced him to take the first time he ever came to your dorm room. 

He thinks back to how hard he fought against it, only to lose once you stuck your bottom lip out at him and looked up at him with wide eyes. 

'Come on Kacchan! I make anyone who comes over take a picture the first time!' 

He rolls his eyes and watches as you walk over to your door, quickly pointing to where photos of different people had started to fill it up. 

He was surprised at how many photos you already had. 

His eyes darted over to where one of his homeroom teacher was hung up. 

You follow his line of sight to see which one has him sporting a confused look. 

'Oh! He came by when I was out sick from classes a few months ago to drop off some homework he forgot to give Mina. Like I said, I make everyone take a photo.' 

He almost melts at the small giggle that bubbles out of you after you finish talking. 

You're quick to start naming some of the other odd people who have visited. 

'Tetsutetsu, Kendo, Monoma, most of class B really. Then I have a few teachers and pros! Mr. Cementoss, That weird journalist guy, and Allmight!' You finish pointing around the small polaroids and turn back to him. 

He wondered when these people had even visited the dorms. Let alone yours. 

Pushing his questions down he instead fights with you about how you were just gonna have to take no for an answer. 

You cross your arms and scoff at him, something you often did when you weren't getting your way. 

He rolls his eyes and groans. 

'I came here to study and work on our assignment, not to have a damn photoshoot.' 

He now throws his books on your bed and you elicit small whines before responding. 

'But even Midoriya took a photo for my door!' 

You watch with a knowing look on your face as you see his movements briefly stiffen up at the mention of the green haired boy. 

You drop your face into a cute pout and make yourself have big puppy dog eyes as he turns to face you. 

He sighs and looks you over for a moment before rolling his eyes. 

'Make it quick, and ya' only get one try so make sure I look good!' 

He turns to look back at you now, watching as you shift around in your chair a bit before fully slouching in it. Committing to your tantrum. 

When the back of your head hits the top of your hair you lull it back to look at him. 

You slink out of your chair and fall to your knees on your floor, a loud groan escaping your throat as you do so. 

He fights back laughing at how you're acting. 

Turning to look at your other friends, he watches as Mina and Jirou are both holding their mouths to hide their smiles. 

You groan loudly as you crawl towards Denki, who's sitting on the edge of your bed next to Bakugo. 

Once you reach him you sit up on your knees and grab the electric boy's face in your hands. Rocking his head back and forth as you plead with him.

"Denki, you gotta tell me. Please? You're my bestest friend! We don't have secrets, remember?" Everyone rolls their eyes at your antics, they know it's one of your worst traits. 

Your ability to make them fold with just a few words and bats of your eyelashes. 

"My brother, Kaminari!," Denki turns to look at the red head laying down on the bed behind him, but he can't turn fully due to your hands on his face so he opts to look out his peripheral. "Stay strong, she's using her womanly mind games on you!" 

Mina now leans over from her spot at the end of the bed near Kirishima's feet to swat at him. 

Turning back to you Denki takes your hands off his face and turns away from your gaze. 

"It's really up to Bakugo if you know or not..." He says. 

Jirou turns around to pat his knee in a show of support for him not giving in. 

You turn to look at the fiery boy next to you and Kaminari. 

He has an annoyed look on his face but you know he was enjoying this. 

He hated how you could read people, it was something that came naturally to you. 

He takes in a shaky breath and you now scoot over with a quick movement. 

Your hands rest on his knees for support as you pull yourself over. 

His face burns hot at the contact, but he clears his throat and turns his head away fast enough you don't notice. 

He doesn't fail to miss the way Mina knowingly nudges his strong friend. He watches as Kirishima sits up to lean over and whispers something to her that causes her to stifle a small laugh. 

He rolls his eyes and looks back down when you give his legs a small squeeze and begin to talk. 

"Kacchan, tell me!," He feels his mouth run dry when you lean closer to him in a swift motion, using your perch on his legs to push yourself up and into his face slightly. "Please, I'm begging!" 

He pushes you down by smushing his hand against your face. 

"You're too close!" He says, mock disgust lacing his tone. 

You begin to pout again and he has to look away before he folds and tells you. 

His eyes find Kirishima's and he silently pleads with him through their unspoken bro-language. 

Kirishima Clears his throat and tries to talk to you but you shush him and cut him off. 

"No. I wan't Bakugo to use his words and say he refuses to tell me!" 

A nervous chuckle leaves Ejirou before he turns back to Bakugo with an apologetic look and shoulder shrug. 

"So," you say and Bakugo looks back at you. "Say it." 

You're still giving him that stupid face you give people when you're getting upset at them. 

Your brows are furrowed together and you still sport a pout on your lips. 

"No, I don't wanna tell you." He matches your energy and pouts back at you. 

Sero finally breaks. 

"If we tell you, will you guys stop it so we can make this damn song?" 

You turn towards where he's sat in the corner of your room, on a floor pillow. 

You put your hands up in the air with an excited squeal and fall onto your back, you extend your legs and use the momentum to slide towards him. 

With a small wiggle you manage to reach him, hands grabbing his forearm to finish pulling yourself into the side of him. 

"Yes! I Promise!" Your eagerness causes a few people to chuckle at the situation. 

Sero shifts so you're lounged at his side, head on his chest as his arm hooks around your shoulders. With the hand that's resting on you he points to Bakugo and leans down to whisper in your ear. 

Everyone watches as your face goes from a smile to a flushed shade of red, jaw hanging slack. 

When Sero leans back you turn towards him and whisper something back.

The Blond feels a strange pit of anxiety pool in his gut, nervous as to how you'd respond to finding out the deal your friends had cut with him. 

Finally you look at him and a shy smile crosses your face before you look away from him again and lean back over so Sero can continue the hushed conversation. 

You giggle at something Sero says and finally Denki says something. 

"Guys, I wanna be included!" He drawls out with a whiny tone, a common theme today apparently. 

Sero nods his head left and right, shooting his index finger up to stop his friend. 

Denki grunts and turns to face the pink girl behind Bakugo. 

They begin quietly speculating about what you two were saying. 

Bakugo tries to listen and hopefully hear something you are Sero say, but you're too far. 

You break away from Sero and stand up, wiping yourself off due to all the floor crawling you did. 

"Jirou, do the honors." You motion towards your chair and everyone looks around before she hesitantly makes her way to sit. 

"Ok now you guys can make your song!" A wide smile crosses your face and everyone is slightly scared at how happy you are all of the sudden. 

"Guys, make the song!" Sero urges and everyone begins surrounding Jirou to make a beat. 

Bakugo stands awkwardly behind everyone, not paying attention to them as his eyes instead look at the parts of your room he couldn't see from where he had been sitting. 

After a few minutes you gently nudge into him with your shoulder. 

He looks down at you but you're focused on the computer screen, he wonders if you meant to get this close. He takes a slight step to move away from you but grab his wrist and hold him steady. Now you look up at him and give him a toothy, close eyed smile. 

He stays put. 

After another few minutes the group is all arguing about what kind of song they should make, and other trivial things. Forgetting all about you or Bakugo. 

You grab at the material of his t-shirt that's hugging his bicep and give it a gentle tug, signaling for him to lean down. He does and you lean up to whisper in his ear. 

Sero watches from the other side of the group with a small smirk on his face as you lead Bakugo to sneak out of your room. 

With a click of the door you drop Katsuki's wrist and lean against the wall with a loud sigh. 

He studies your movements in hopes to understand how you're feeling, or somehow read your mind. Which seems to be what you do even though your quirk has nothing to do with telepathy. 

You stand up straight and pat your clothes down to lay flat before starting to walk off, you take a few steps before turning back around to him. 

"You coming?" 

He shoves his hands into his pockets before tiling his chin up and down. Moving forward to signal for you to keep walking. 

You wait for him to get a few steps ahead of you before you skip over to him and wrap your arm around his. Your other hand reaches up to rest on the hand holding his bicep. 

He wasn't unfamiliar with you doing this, you were an affectionate person. 

Always finding some way to be touching the person you're talking with. 

At first he thought it was annoying and weird but eventually he found himself secretly seeking conversations with you just so you'd. trace your fingers somewhere on him. 

That's when it hit him and he realized there was no more denying it. He was absolutely smitten over his bubbly classmate. 

That's when he decided to confide in Kirishima who immediately dragged Kaminari into it. His reasoning was that Kaminari was your best friend so it only made sense to include him. 

He beat them both into absolute secrecy. 

You playfully pushed yourself into him causing him to slightly stumble to the side as you both kept walking. 

He mocked your actions before you stopped in front of his door. 

He gave you a confused look when you broke away from him to fully stand next to it, looking at him with expectant eyes. 

"Why are we at my dorm?" He asked. A wave of heat rising up his neck, turning the tips of his ears pink. He had never had anyone in his dorm let alone a pretty girl like you. 

You hum and reach out, hand grabbing his wrist before sliding down to hold his hand. You use his hand and pull him forward until he's standing against his door. 

"Well aren't you going to invite me in?" Your voice is quiet and oh so sweet. 

He takes notice of the way your cheeks are dusted with a rosy pink, and the way you tuck your hair behind your ear while you look down at your feet. 

He takes a deep breath and finally opens his door. 

He begins shutting it but stops halfway, poking his head around it. 

"Okay, but give me a minute." 

You can hear shuffling inside and after 180 seconds, not that you were counting or anything, he opens his door wide and stands in the middle of it. 

"Okay, come in." 

This tone of voice was one you realized he only used with you, and more specifically when it was only you two alone. 

It was soft and he was quiet. You liked when he was like this. 

You step into his room and immediately take it in. 

It's clean and nothing like you expected. 

His shelf is neatly organized and everything seems to have a place, unlike your room. 

A few posters of All Might are on his wall.

You quickly notice the bulletin board above his desk. 

It has a calendar on it as well as other important papers tacked to it. Your eyes lock on a photo printed onto a regular sheet of copy paper. 

"Is that the photo of us at our work study first year?" 

He turns around, eyes wide, like a deer in headlights. 

He completely forgot to take that down before letting you in. 

"Yeah." He says under his breath. He sits awkwardly on the edge of his bed, watching as you slowly walk around his room, your fingers tracing over everything so light it looks like you're afraid to break anything. 

You finally turn back to him, taking a few steps towards him. 

He can feel his breath hitch the closer you get. 

He realizes he hasn't really taken a moment to appreciate just how pretty you look right now. Your hair is down, a few strands falling in your face. You only had lipgloss on, causing your lips to shine like a glowing chest in a video game. Athletic shorts and an old beat up t-shirt that he recognized as Kirishima's. 

You had a sneaky habit of stealing other people's clothes. He caught you red handed one time, sneaking his hoodie out of the dryer one day. 

You thought you could get away with it but you didn't account for bakugo's deep appreciation of a strict routine. 

'What're you doing?' A sharp voice causes you to jump with a high pitched yelp. 

You turn around slowly and make eye contact with dark red eyes. 

'Uhm,' your eyes dance around for a moment before you finally sigh and drop your shoulders as a sign of defeat. 'Fine, I was trying to take your Three Days Grace hoodie.' 

'Why?' He crossed his arms at you, shifting to block the doorway as he noticed you eyeing it. 

'Because it's so cute! Plus I have the cutest outfit idea for it!'

He rolls his eyes and moves so you can leave. 

'Whatever.'

You hug the sweatshirt to your chest and beam at him.

'Thank you Kacchan!' 

"So..," You say, causing him to look at your face. "I heard through the grapevine that you have a secret." 

He feels his palms start to sweat. 

Only you could make him act like this and it drove him insane. 

He was always so confident and then you came around and had him second guessing how strong-willed he really was. 

"What secret?" He knew it was a pointless attempt to feign ignorance. 

You're now standing in front of him. 

You lean down so you can see him eye to eye. 

"The one about how you cut a deal today to take me on a date." 

You were starting to make his head spin from how fast your personality could change. 

One minute you're batting your pretty eyes at him playing dumb then the next you're standing over him with a devilish smile on your lips. 

He tries to speak but his jaw is glued shut. 

You stand back up and walk back over to his bookshelf, running your fingers over the books and mangas, occasionally taking one out and flipping the pages before putting it back. 

After a few minutes of giving him time to answer you turn back to him and lean against the side of the shelf. 

"Is it true?" 

He rakes his eyes over you, trying his hardest to speak. 

You sigh and turn around, opening the door to his balcony. 

You step out and lazily lean back against the railing, still facing him. 

He feels so small due to the eye contact you continue to hold with him. 

It's like his body moves all on his own, like a moth to a flame. 

He stands next to you and you turn to face the skyline. 

The soft pinks and oranges of dusk paint the sky. 

"You're so quiet sometimes, ya' know that?" a soft chuckle follows after your words. 

You hear him mumble a quiet 'sorry' under his breath. 

"No, no, it's okay.," He turns to watch you. Your hair is slightly blowing in the breeze. You look like you came straight out of a dream. He can't believe he gets to see you like this. "I really like when it's just us and you act like yourself." 

"Myself?" He asks. 

"Yeah, when you stop trying to be so tough and you finally relax." 

He reflects on your words, he hadn't even realized that you thought he was relaxed. He was always the opposite of that around you. You made him so nervous he practically became a robot. 

A dry airy laugh leaves him and it's the most emotion you've seen him express since he entered your dorm. 

"Relaxed?" His tone is laced with a sense of cockiness that's usually reserved for Kirishima. 

You tilt your head at him and give a questioning hum. 

"I get around you and I'm so far from relaxed that I'm nearly having panic attacks." 

You now slide over, dragging your arms over the rail as you do, to be fully pressed against the side of him. 

He slightly presses back into you as you both continue to stare forward, too nervous to look at one another. 

Your voice drops to a soft whisper. 

"Answer my question 'Tsuki." 

He sighs loudly but you know he's not annoyed because his mouth has a small smile like curve to it as he begins talking. 

"Yeah, yeah it's true." 

You feel giddy inside at his words. 

You also can't help but tease him slightly. 

You now have a closed eyed look of pride. "Well what can I say, I am just so perfect and amazing." 

You feel his shoulders shake with laughter but he doesn't actually laugh, instead he turns to you and responds to your witty response. 

"Don't let it go to your head you damn brat!" 

His shoulder pushes into you as he says it. You scoff and shove him back. 

You two do this back and forth for a moment, giggling between yourselves, until a loud knock is heard on his door. 

"Hey Bakubro?" Kirishima says opening the door at the same time. 

You two look at each other with wide eyes before Kirishima notices you. 

"Oh! Y/n! We were looking for you guys!" A smirk is on his face as he informs you that they finished making a beat. 

You and Bakugo follow him back to your room, stealing quick glances at each other and blushing when you make eye contact. 

As you enter Sero draws attention to you. 

"Hey lovebirds!" everyone turns to the three of you as you and Bakugo blush and look at walls opposite of each other. 

Denki comes up to you and completely changes the subject. 

"We finished the beat!" 

He goes to play it but Jirou stops him. 

"Me and Mina have absolutely zero claim or association to this project! I gave up trying to help because Denki is such an idiot." 

You laugh and say you understand, causing Denki to cry out. 

You shush him and tell him to play the song. 

it starts off fairly well, you sit down on your bed, Bakugo sitting flush with your side next to you. 

You can tell this is the part of the song Jirou and Mina helped with, because soon the steady beat becomes erratic and overall terrible. 

You being so sweet and kind, listen to the full two and a half minutes and proceed to hype up your guy friends. 

"Wowwwww guys," you smack your hands together and look at the three boys who are all looking at you with hope in their eyes. "It was definitely something!," Their smiles falter but you're quick to rekindle their fire. "Something really awesome and different!" Your wide smile and cheery tone covers up the backhanded compliment. 

Bakugo barks out an arrogant laugh. 

"That was terrible!" 

The three boys now swarm him, talking about how you said it was great so Bakugo was just jealous. 

You laugh and move, allowing them to fully swarm him. 

"You damn brat!" Is all you hear as he gets attacked fully. 

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"Kats?" You sing-song as you open his dorm door. 

You see him push his chair from his desk and tilt backwards in his chair to look at you. 

"Guess what?" 

He now lowers his chair to have all fours on the floor as he stands from his desk. 

He puts his hands on his hips and raises an eyebrow at you. 

"What?" 

You ignore his gruffness and continue your happy rambling. 

He doesn't understand the words coming out of your mouth until you stop rummaging in his closet and turn back around throwing an outfit at him. 

"Put that on!" 

"Why?" 

"Were you seriously not listening to what I just said?" You scoff and cross your arms with an attitude. 

He scoffs and mimics you. "Uhm yeah I was trying but you talk too fast!" 

"Whatever," you roll your eyes and begin to explain why you were telling him to change. "We have to go into town tonight to meet your parents for dinner." 

"My parents?" 

You look at him dumbfounded at his question. 

"Yes Katsuki now hurry and get changed!" 

"Why are my parents reaching out to you and not me to make plans?" 

You roll your eyes and tug at the bottom of his shirt, he raises his arms and lets you pull it off of him. 

"Because, Katsuki, you never respond to them so they text me." 

He now takes the shirt from your hands and pulls it over his head. 

"Yeah because I don't like going 45 minutes out of my way for dinner when I can make myself food." 

He's standing in the middle of his room with a scowl on his face. You swat his arm and reach to undo his belt. 

"Stop making that ugly face," You struggle with the clasp, tugging at it, causing him to rock off balance. He now swats your hand and begins undoing it himself. You stand up and look at him. "Don't be mad your parents love me." 

He rolls his eyes as he shoves his jeans off and pulls his nice dress pants on. 

He just now takes notice of the way you're already completely ready. Another scowl crossed his face. 

"Wait, when did they ask you about this?" 

You freeze, not wanting to face him so after a moment you continue digging around his shoes that are neatly lined up on the floor of his closet. He takes note of how you're throwing them around and he will definitely have to reorganize them later. 

"Last Friday.." You murmur, suddenly very interested in what shoes he should wear to dinner tonight. 

"I'm sorry, I don't think I heard you right? Did you say last Friday?" 

His voice is obnoxiously sweet, you can feel the sarcasm seeping off it. 

You now turn to him and look up holding out his nice black dress shoes. 

A smile on your face as you make your eyes slightly wider than normal. 

His knees slightly buckle and he can feel a smile across his face before he snatches his shoes and clears his throat, putting on his angry face again. 

"Don't try to be all sweet to me now." He tucks his shirt into his pants before buckling them and putting his belt on. 

You watch him with a pout on your face. 

When he finally looks back up at you he has a surprised, but annoyed, look on his face. 

"Why're you over there poutin' for?" He sits on his bed and pulls his shoe on, doing the same to the other before leaning over to tie them. 

"Why are you mean to me Kats?" You now saunter over to him and run your hand through his hair while he finishes tying the laces up. 

He leans back and puts his hands on your hips, looking up to you. 

You have a sad look on your face, and even though he knows you're just doing it to make him feel bad, he still feels bad. 

He has a slight frown on his face and you bring your hands to hold his head in them. You use your thumbs to massage small circles on his cheekbones. 

"M'sorry, Didn't mean to upset you." His eyes flutter shut at your touch and his words are slow and slightly slurred from the state of relaxation you bring him. 

You lean down, tilting his head so you can see his cheek. You leave a lipstick mark on him by pressing a quick kiss to his face. 

He grabs you and pulls you closer to himself, burying the other side of his face into the dress material covering your abdomen. 

"We gotta get going soon, It's 50 minutes out and then a 10 minute walk." You say, pushing him off of you with a slight struggle. 

He groans and stands up. He continues to groan like this as you drag him down the hallway by his hand. 

The second you reach the main floor he straightens up and stops. 

"You're such a poser Kacchan." You whisper to him and he 'tsk's at you, pulling his arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his side, his other hand is shoved in his pocket as he tries to look 'cool' in front of everyone. 

You roll your eyes and try pushing out of his hold while you both make your way to the front doors. 

"Hey! Going to dinner with the Bakugo's?" Midoriya says to you, stopping the both of you by standing in front of you. 

You feel Bakugo's arm flex at the words Deku says. 

He finally drops his arm and allows you to stand straight. 

You smile at the green eyed boy as you fix your hair and dress. 

"Sure are!" You chirp. 

He moves out of your guy's way and wishes you a safe night out. 

As soon as you exit the front doors you book it away from your boyfriend. 

"Y/n! You better have a good reason as to why that idiot knew about dinner with my family before I did!" 

mha playlist

[xinyuehui]

Hello there! do you still have an older version of evolwallpaper? I was late to the party and I can't install it properly anymore T_T

Hi anon, unfortunately I no longer have the old .exe 😩 I checked weibo, other users in China are having problems with it as well, my conclusion to this is that it's a broken app full of bugs, probably got nothing to do with regions (ノへ￣、)

Babe because of your ask, I spent good 5 hours tonight trying to debug it, because I insist we all get the dynamic wallpapers!!!

Original guide // Deepspace PC guide

By the end of this tutorial, we should have a video like this applied to our computer wallpaper:

There's Nikki, MLQC, Deepspace and The Perceiver wallpapers.

New guide:

https://paperwall.papegames.com/

Same step as before, download this but don't install yet!

The following was actually hidden in their Q&A, you'll also need this for it to run, download the runtime version.

https://dotnet.microsoft.com/en-us/download/dotnet-framework/net48

After you install the .NET Framework 4.8 go ahead and try to install the PAPERWALL .exe

→ If it works, great! We solved the problem!! 🎉 (You can skip to the section on the bottom on how to use the app)

→ If you get this error message, ugh congratulations, this is where I tried about 67 solutions for hours just so you don't have to

It's weird, because at this point, the thing have successfully installed on your local drive but it won't run.

Let's go back a step, if you open the .exe again, take note of where it's at on your computer. For me you can see that it's in the C drive, I presume it'll be the same for you.

Find the folder, open it

Open the app

→ If it works, great! We solved the problem!! 🎉 (You can skip to the section on the bottom on how to use the app)

→ If you get the same error message, read on:

If the images haven't loaded in the 1.0.1 version it will most likely going to crash when you try to do anything on it, so read on:

Let go back to the C drive

We are gonna move this somewhere else, if you have a hard drive, paste it to your hard drive, if you have another drive on your pc, you can move it to the other drive. BUT DO NOT MOVE IT TO YOUR DESKTOP!!!! Because we practice good computer hygiene 🙏

Once you've moved everything away, open it back up and try to install it again in your new file location

→ If it works, great! We solved the problem!! 🎉 (You can skip to the section on the bottom on how to use the app)

→ If you still get the same error message, I will send my portfolio to Paper Games to be a software developer in their office and write a new app

Once you get it running *fingers crossed* move the entire folder back to your C drive if you moved it to your hard drive, unless your hard drive is plugged in all the time.

If for whatever reason you get the "access to the path is denied" error message, try the right click and select the "Run as administrator" option.

For easy access:

Go onto your desktop, or wherever you want to access it from quickly and paste shortcut!! Remember it's the shortcut!!

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How to use the app

The UI has changed a little since the original one, but it's easy to navigate.

Change the language to English, it should reboot the app

From here it's self explanatory

For good computer hygiene you might want to double check where the wallpapers are stored and change directory if needed.

If you're like me and have 2 monitors, this is what it'll look like with the wallpapers applied and the game opened, looks like I need a 3rd monitor for Shen Xinghui ⭐

(Desktop icons should show up, I just don't have icons on the desktop)

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If you still have problems, check your PC specifications against the following that were recommended on the official site:

System: Windows10 or above

RAM: 1024MB or above

Processor: 1.66Hz Intel i5 or above

Graphics: HD Graphics 4000 or above

DirectX: 10

Secret third thing: you might be able to run it and have the lovely wallpapers but it suddenly goes glitchy or black screen... that's because of the faulty app, I've seen people mention it on weibo, it's not just you 😔

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Feel free to drop me an ask with images if you still run into problems, hope this helps, until next time~ (✿◠‿◠)

Check out this tag for already answered questions #/wallpaper woes

[lonestatus]

tried plugging in a playstation to my desktop monitor (there's no way to play sound so scrap that idea) but when i plugged the hdmi for my computer back in somehow tropico 6 loaded itself up

[piggybankstomfoolery]

i bought a new entry-level sound bar today after I finally snapped with my current one I've had for years. it would no longer connect to its subwoofer, the remote buttons would keep getting stuck, and most importantly: it would on rare occasions immediately shoot the volume up to 100% whenever you pressed the volume up button, blasting my place with whatever sound was playing. it did this again to me today, and the stress of it always catching me off-guard was the last straw lol

I also tried looking around my place for a different pair of speakers to plug in, and realized I didn't have one other single working pair of speakers. everything else I own is either broken, extremely cheap, or very old. I was defaulting to this sound bar for years because it was the only working pair of speakers I own. I'd think I would have a better pair of speakers by now with all of the entertainment work I do, but... I guess not lol

So anyway I ordered a cheap Samsung bar on sale with better specs and I'm gotta go pick it up. and hopefully this problem is finally solved, for now at least. will have to do some research on a decent pair of speakers for my desktop too, but for now, baby steps...

[kiragecko]

I fixed my notifications!

Back when X-Kit¹ was starting to break-down (because we chased the creator away with a truly nonsensical and awful harassment campaign), I got a few of the successors. When Tumblr changed it's blue to a particularly eye-searing shade, New X-Kit had the option to change it back.

Eventually, I started using only XKit Rewritten. But, I never got rid of the others. New X-Kit was hidden deeper and deeper in my list of add-ons. Several times, I've had issues with Tumblr's appearance, and guessed their was something affecting it, but I could never find the culprit. (I really wanted to try out the new themes, for example. And couldn't. I could see a flicker as the screen was updated, but nothing actually changed.)

It looks like Tumblr changed a setting that New X-Kit HADN'T overwritten (New X-Kit hasn't been updated since 2020), and themes can now change my text colour. In notifications. And nowhere else.

So, my notifications were TRYING to display white text on a dark background. I'd wanted a dark theme! But the dark background was being reverted to white. So the entire box was just little icons beside a blank space, with the occasional indent line to show tags.

I've turned off New X-Kit and everything is fixed!

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¹ An extension/plug-in for desktop computers to change various Tumblr features. It, and it's successors, are amazing. If you haven't tried one out, please take this as a prompt to do so - the site becomes SO MUCH MORE USABLE!

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

dionysus xii, m | jjk x ♂wiyllt x myg

pairing(s): jungkook x male wiyllt x yoongi — important: contains m/m pairing— male OC is male whatifyoulivelikethat aka me, the author ;)

summary: The following events are extremely gay. Jeon Jungkook puts himself in a dick 69 (and likes it). Min Yoongi puts himself in a maid outfit (kinda). Also, they share a boyfriend. Not that any of them are gonna admit that straight up. That would just be embarrassing. (They will in their head though, heh.)

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; important! male OC and Yoongi are pansexual and Jungkook is bisexual; I'm warning you: everyone's dick is out; in love and none of them will admit it out loud, classic; JK is a lil insecure and gets his reassurance ofc; Yoongi is just a slut kidding but also not; domestic, tbh; D/s smut (hyung kink, praise kink, spit kink, mild restraints, 69, choking, m-masturbation, cumming on each other, cum eating, crossdressing - maid Yoongi + leather body harness + butt plug, pain kink, m-receiving oral, edging, handjob, hair pulling, unprotected anal sex, cowgirl (cowboy? eh, you get it), missionary anal, creampie); non-idol!BTS - sub!Jungkook x dom!male OC x sub!Yoongi; switches between Yoongi’s POV and JK's POV; for the few people who read this series, um, why? my male self has dirty, filthy sex, smh

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part i | part ii | part iii | part iv | part v | part vi | part vii | part viii | part ix | part x | part xi

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“Fuck me. I’m so damn tired of humanity. Does no one have a backbone or ears these days? I don’t get paid enough. Ugh. Patience is a virtue and all that shit. Fuck virtue. I’ve used my last fuck and I just want a damn nap. What about you? You’ve been sitting here all day. I know, aren’t you much comfier since I put you back in the couch?”

Min Yoongi cocked his head.

Commotion? Checked the time. Oh, shit. Did that many hours fly by? He removed the headset from his ears and stood up. Fluttering RBG lighting tried to call him back to the white desktop, but instead he headed to cracked-open bedroom door, past dark gray sheets and a folded black blanket that weren’t his. Yoongi had, however, made the bed. Simply because he had seen the mess.

“I know, bro. You’ve been with me too long to be dumped on the floor like that.”

Yoongi pressed two fingers to the door and pushed it open a little more, craning his head and giving himself a clear view of the living room.

He saw a head of black hair, naked broad shoulders, and a deep scarlet dress shirt halfway off.

what if you

“I’d talk to Jungkook but that guy doesn’t listen to me.”

He could only see half of the back tattoo.

He called out.

“Why are you stripping for the giant plush bear?”

The black hair whipped in a sharp arc, exposing white gold earrings and angular jaw, followed by dark, dark eyes and plush mauve lips in a soft ‘o’ shape. The dress shirt slid down, caught by a flighty hand, but Yoongi didn’t need to see the rest of the tattoo. He knew exactly what it said. He had, after all, run his fingers over it and kissed each letter for many nights.

And that chest.

Fuck, he wanted to make out with it.

The man known to many as Dionysus, but to Yoongi by given name, gawked at him.

“How long you have you been here?” the other male sputtered.

Yoongi caught himself smiling. He usually hated that but, in this case, it added to the teasing. He wasn’t given many chances to tease when it came to his favorite person so Yoongi made sure to take every chance he got. “Couple hours. I wasn’t getting anywhere in the studio today so I figured I would take a break and play Diablo. You said I could use your setup.” He made sure to keep his voice very calm and even despite wanting to burst into laughter.

Those impossibly dark eyes shifted from side to side very rapidly. “How long have you been standing there?”

“Since you started talking to the bear.” It wasn’t true but Yoongi wasn’t above lying when it was for his own amusement. One more sin to add to his already hefty list.

The other man made a pained expression and threw his dress shirt onto the black leather couch. It wasn’t aimed to be sexual but Yoongi appreciated what he was seeing all the same. “Great.” Ah, he really did it enjoy the way irritation made that familiar husky voice even deeper. “Now you think I’m even crazier than I already am because I talk to my plushies. I’ll have you know Mr. Bear has seen some shit.”

“Is that his name?”

“Not really. He doesn’t have a name. I just use him as a backrest when I’m alone and watching television.”

Somehow Yoongi found himself a bit jealous of the two-meter-tall café-au-lait-colored plush bear sitting floppily on the couch. It looked back at him with a partway-open stitched smile. Don’t look at me like that. I won’t say anything when Jungkook inevitably dumps you on the ground again, Yoongi thought to the bear.

The bear, understandably, continued smiling.

Ominous.

The currently shirtless man was going through his black leather briefcase with an annoyed click of his tongue, muttering something along the lines of, “Don’t you fucking tell me that I lost my hair tie too, for fuck’s sake,” with dark waves of black falling past his cheeks. It was longer than how he usually had it, huh? The sides had been shaved as usual, but it seemed that he had left it longer this time, similarly to how Yoongi had his hair now.

Speaking of.

Yoongi carefully tugged the black hair tie out of his hair and put it in the pocket of the sweatpants.

For no reason at all.

The rest of his black hair fell around his neck, the curtain bangs wisping against his cheeks. A step closer to the coffee table, and the other male looked up, defeated, and was about to say something, mauve lips parting and all, giving Yoongi about two seconds to fully appreciate those decadent prominent collarbones and dark nipples and crisp black slacks clinging to delicious hips.

Then the front door burst open.

“Yo, hyung!”

Yoongi twitched in annoyance.

“Yoongi-hyung?”

Really? As if surprise was needed. Actually, that tone was probably more akin to seeing an unexpected visitor. Jeon Jungkook had a one-track mind. He also hardly used honorifics – except when he wanted to make it very clear that he was the youngest and seeking attention right now. Now Jungkook closed the door.

“Whoa! You’re naked! Wait. Why are you naked? And in front of Yoongi-hyung? That’s not fair!”

Yoongi stuck his tongue in his cheek and turned to see the doe-eyed, playfully pleading expression of Jeon Jungkook. His black hair was a little shorter now, but neatly parted for once. Surprisingly, he had yet another piercing on the right side of his lip. Half of his arm tattoos were exposed and there was the shadow of the full sleeve under the baggy black t-shirt. Those slate-blue jeans were so shredded that Yoongi was surprised that the denim was still holding on. There was so much leg showing that Jungkook might as well have worn shorts. Or nothing.

“I literally just got home. I was going to change.”

Instant complaint from the younger man. “Why? You look better like that.”

Yoongi felt the directness of those dark, dark eyes asking to provide some confirmational logic. He avoided them and said nothing, staring at the wall next to Jungkook’s head instead. Was that framed print of Jhin from League of Legends always there? Huh.

“I can’t stay naked.”

“You always say that, but you’re wrong,” Jungkook protested, kicking off his sneakers and pushing them against Yoongi’s as he crossed over.

“Don’t tell me you came here to get me to make you dinner again.”

“But, hyung–”

“I was going to make dinner,” Yoongi cut in. “I found black sea bass on sale.”

“I can’t make you cook in my own home,” that deep sigh replied, gazing at him under soft black tresses while one arm was outstretched and holding Jungkook’s chest back. True to his nature, Jungkook flailed about and played along. “I’ll change and help you.”

Oh, really now.

“Your home?”

Yoongi glanced at Jungkook and back to those dark, dark eyes, openly smirking.

“It’s our home now.”

-

“Is there any fantasy you’ve always wanted but never got to do?”

“Me?” The folding of laundry paused as those dark eyebrows knitted in confusion. “My horny ass? Yoongi, come on. You think I wouldn’t attempt the literal second I had a plausible impulse?”

Hmm. That wasn’t really the answer Min Yoongi wanted. He reached over to try and help but had the back of his hand promptly smacked away once again. He didn’t like feeling useless, but the man who called himself Dionysus at times might have a control problem. Or, rather, with one glance to those dark, dark eyes, he may be feeling a bit guilty still about Yoongi doing random housework as he saw fit.

But that was how Yoongi showed…

Anyway.

With how much time he was spending over here, Yoongi figured he might as well. He didn’t like a messy environment either. Three guys spending too much time in one small apartment were bound to get out of control if they didn’t all work together to keep the place clean.

Still, his host was not letting him get into his business (just his mouth and occasionally his asshole, heh). At least when he was home. Therefore, Yoongi had attempted to distract. And failed, but he knew he would. He still wanted to know though. Mostly because he wanted to be special.

He didn’t just think that.

Ahem.

“Do you mean you only attempt to do things that you know the other person will say yes to, or have you actually tried everything you want to do?”

The other male made a neat stack of folded boxer briefs and frowned. His dark hair curled over his forehead in the most delicious, rolled-out-of-bed way. Mmmm. “Well, no one can try everything. I can’t grow tits to try tit-fucking or switch to a vagina to try triple penetration. Sigh.”

Yoongi jerked his head back. “What?”

“I would have to try and find three guys who can stand to see each other naked and that’s a stretch considering you’re still weird around Jungkook,” he continued, opening dresser drawers to put articles of clothing in their respective places. “Which you never have to get used to, by the way. I am only giving an example.”

“I’m fine with seeing him naked.”

Side eye.

Yoongi shrugged, acknowledging he said that a bit too quickly. “He’s usually without a shirt in your apartment.”

“He’s not the most subtle,” the other man agreed.

A short silence. Yoongi found he enjoyed watching him doing such home tasks. When the taller male got dressed for work, he usually wore tailored pieces such as dress shirts and pants. But at home he wore a loose black t-shirt with a graphic of a grim reaper watching television and fitted track pants from the professional League of Legends team T1. Simple, but showed off his slightly eccentric personality. It was a step down from when he dressed to go out where he tended to be much sexier. This type of comfort meant that they were close.

Well, they were also fucking, but Yoongi knew this was different than the physicality of it all.

“What about crossdressing?”

“What?”

Yoongi looked up and found dark, dark eyes staring at him, hands frozen in mid-action.

“Me? I don’t own highly feminine clothing currently, but I guess I could find something…”

“No,” Yoongi corrected. “Me. Cross-dress for you. I know you don’t only like men.”

A sudden thrill coursed through him upon seeing the intrigued expression. He maintained his casual, calm demeanor. His boyfriend still hadn’t moved, not a centimeter, but was instead surveying him curiously, as if he was trying to figure out the seriousness of the suggestion.

“You don’t only like men,” the deep voice countered.

“That doesn’t answer the question of whether or not you would be turned on if I wore more feminine clothing.” Yoongi paused for effect. He, too, could be enticing when he wanted to. “If you want to fuck me in a skirt or dress.”

This was supposed to be a shocking kinky proposal but it was backfiring slightly. Yoongi lifted his thighs slightly and thanked his past self for wearing these baggier sweatpants. He shrugged as leisurely as he could.

“You know, bend me over and violate me.”

Those plush mauve lips parted.

“Could be fun.”

Ever quick and always witty response. “Is that why you grew your hair out?”

Yoongi almost snorted. At least his dick stopped perking up. “No. Come to think of it, helps though.”

An open-mouthed smirk.

“And here I thought you were only a musical genius, but you continue to amaze me.”

-

Past Jeon Jungkook would have never predicted that he would also be deep throating dick when partaking in a sixty-nine, but life had a strange way of making the impossible possible. He probably would have predicted being in handcuffs at the same time though. His porn history was quite telling even if he hadn’t yet had the guts to explore it back then.

If he had thought he couldn’t breathe that well with pussy in his face, well, now Jungkook was beginning to appreciate what other women had done for him in the past when he was the one on top.

This was a lot more difficult than he thought.

Not that he had much time to think about it. Currently, Jungkook was struggling to focus on sucking dick because there was too much going on between his legs. Large hands gripping his tense thighs and pinning them down. Wet. Tongue roughly sliding down the topside of his cock while the underside rubbed against the roof of that talented mouth, the back of that throat squeezing the head with every descent. Tight. He could even feel the measured, warm breath against his balls every time he was swallowed, adding winding sparks to the constant rollercoaster of pleasure. Hot. Jungkook was embarrassed to feel that he was only able to get three-fourths of that hard length into his own mouth but he blamed it on the angle.

His wrists were handcuffed together, but Jungkook could still reach up and run his fingertips over the other male’s lower torso, aching to touch skin on skin.

Well, he had a whole dick down his throat, but you know what he means.

The one above him shifted and the hips rose, giving him some breathing room. Then slowly descended, pressing deep into his throat and mildly suffocating him with his balls. Not that Jungkook minded at this point because the mouth was tightening, changing the expanse of sensation to all over his length, the tongue spreading out and curling around his girth. Little flicks of wet muscle building the ecstasy, heightening the impending apex, making his core tense and his eyes roll up into his head as his hyung thrust slowly into his mouth, using him like the hole he always wanted to be. He did feel bad, just laying there as the other man fucked his throat and sucked him off.

Strong fingers dug into his thighs, hopefully leaving bruises.

He did feel a little guilty.

Mostly, though, Jungkook was so far gone that he couldn’t hold back anymore.

Dionysus.

It really was a fitting alias for someone so excessive.

A deep chuckle resonated around his jerking, shivering cock, bleeding into the blinding haze of orgasm, sending another wave soaring through him. Slight shame, sure, but mostly pride at hearing the clear satisfaction. He could feel it too, the swallowing and the hands that gripped his shaking inner thighs, kneading his flesh. Those full lips floated around the base of the still-engorged head of his cock, rubbing back and forth. Fuck. Fuck, it was hard to explain. A suspension of sensation, not the fleeting high of release but a constant bliss that made him want to cry.

Fuuuuuuuck.

The hips rose. Hard, wet cock fell out of his mouth, slapping him in the face and smearing his own spit on his lips and cheek. He gasped, choking on his own saliva, moaning deeper when that mouth went down on him again, keeping him hard, coaxing his want. Jungkook didn’t care. He didn’t care what was right or wrong. Didn’t care what was happening, even as fingers laced around his slippery balls and locked them in a cage. Didn’t care, reaching up and grazing his fingertips over that dripping length, pressing it to his cheek and rubbing it against his jaw. His saliva stuck to his face. His neck. Whimpers bubbling in his chest as nails scratched down his inner thigh, forcing him to spread his legs open more.

The mouth retreated.

And then tongue cupped around his balls, teeth nicking, leaving him a gasping mess of whines as it travelled all over accompanied by a palm closing in around the throbbing head of his cock, gliding saliva over the sensitive skin.

His entire body tensed, succumbing to the wicked rush of sparks and arousal spreading all over.

“Heh, let me get off you,” the husky voice above him mused.

Jungkook had a fleeting thought of, no, crush me, but then it was flood of air and light invading his senses. Ack! He recoiled into the pillows even though it wasn’t even that bright. Just RGB lighting from the computer and the ghost-shaped lamp on the nightstand still aglow. Didn’t matter though, because now he had to face…

Dark, dark eyes looked down at him.

Paired with an amused smirk.

Jungkook wanted to hide behind his hands but they were handcuffed together. He couldn’t exactly be super subtle brushing back his sweaty hair or anything. The other male continued watching him, his black hair curling around his left cheek and ear. Jungkook found himself staring at those shoulder lines and collarbones, finding himself a bit jealous of the natural beauty of them.

The other male leaned down.

Expression dangerous.

“H… Hyung…?”

“Hm?”

Then Jungkook yelped as he felt his right leg was raised, pressed against the other man’s chest. He briefly hated himself for not working on flexibility more, but then Jungkook has no more room to think as his boyfriend’s left hand wrapped around his throat, that smirk turning wicked.

Wait.

His what?

Jungkook choked and it wasn’t because of the hand around his neck.

“Look at you,” that hazy, low voice continued. “How cute.”

He suddenly became vaguely aware that the deep breathing and sound of hand on flesh was not him, but the older male jacking himself off right above Jungkook’s aching, untouched length. Hey! But he couldn’t say it, whimpering, inhale shorting when the hold around his throat tightened, cutting off more blood. His brain felt fuzzy, his tongue thick and unmovable.

“H-Hyung, please…”

“Please what, my darling?”

He couldn’t feel the pre-cum wasn’t leaking all over his inner thigh right now but Jungkook was pretty damn sure it was happening, and his cheeks were heating up, burning, my darling, sputtering, unable to say anything to the rhythmic slapping sound and calm sighs of physical pleasure. He could feel the cool metal on his skin as he crawled his hands down, down.

Fingertips brushing against dried spit and cum.

“Can I… Can I touch myself, p... please, hyung?”

Jungkook could see that self-satisfied smile through his blurred vision and it made his heart race faster, made his core coil tighter, made his mind slip deeper, deeper into service.

“Of course. Such a good boy for asking.”

Maybe he should have been afraid on how easy it was, afraid of how willing he was to fall into this depravity and be this vulnerable, afraid of how that little praise made him lose his mind, but Jungkook couldn’t think about anything. He could only feel. Feel his thoughts bleed out with the lack of blood. Feel his arousal spiking when he touched himself, stroking his length below that moving hand. Feel the whine escaping him as he teased the swollen head of his cock, rubbing his thumb over the thin skin. Blood rushing, muscles twitching, his legs pinned open by another man’s body, and the man who called himself Dionysus when he wanted to be in the shadows grinned at him, like the devil, bringing him unbreakable heaven amidst all this sin.

“You want me to cum on you?” the other man teased, running his index finger over Jungkook’s jaw as he choked him. “Want me all over your pretty cock so you can get off using my cum as lube?”

Jungkook could only moan in affirmation, both because he was being choked and because he couldn’t think straight – as expected with this dick-on-dick action – at such an obscene, arousing suggestion, excitement and exhilaration burning his veins as he saw the tension ripple across his hyung’s chest, jaw tightening, dark eyes darker, biting his lower lip hard.

Messy black hair was hanging down.

The only foreshadowing was one of his eyebrows cocking deviously.

Then Jungkook gasped as the other male leaned forward and shot hot strings all over his hands, his cock, his burning skin, his eyes rolling back as he felt the thick head press down on his shaft and dribble cum down in a painted streak. The grip on his throat loosened, shooting him into a different rise, oxygen swarming into his lungs. His vision reeled, blurry. Controlled, calm exhales washing onto his shaking chest. No remorse. His gaze snapped back, feeling the twitching head burying into his balls, staining them with orgasm.

Those dark, dark eyes dared him.

“Go on. Your turn.”

Couldn’t look away.

Locked gazes, mouth open, gasping for air, gripping himself tightly. No, tighter. The whimpers growing in his throat, jacking himself off hard and fast, pushing for the climax, couldn’t help himself, couldn’t stop himself, slippery, wet, drenched in the heavy scent of sex and the cologne of green tea and marshmallow, herbal and warm, drowning, so good, s-spit on me, hyung, and that little smirk before he did. The splat so visceral, all over his punishing grip and sliding over the pulsing head of his cock, glistening purple-red, and Jungkook threw his head back, unable to look anymore, the hot flush of his cheeks spreading all over, guilty, guilty of being in love.

He came all over his hands and stomach, gasping out that forbidden name.

“Mmmm…”

The hand on his neck left him cold.

His right leg fell, no longer suspended in the air.

Darkness.

Each breath rattling his lungs. His nerves still singing. Movement, but Jungkook didn’t dare open his eyes to know. Then he sucked in a breath, feeling a soft, warm tongue lick around his fingers. His palms. His cock. His crotch. Sucking up the mixture of their cum and spit, feathering kisses and hot breath over his tingling skin.

Oh…

The sweetness was killing him.

My darling.

Jungkook was pretty sure he was insane and making up everything in his head. He didn’t want to do anything but feel this moment. Hands slipped under his. Sticky, wet, and yet those fingertips traced his palms, laying them down against his abs as that mouth kissed up and down his cock, small licks curling around to flick his balls gently. He wasn’t even hard.

It felt so good.

So good.

He didn’t try to fight it. Couldn’t even if he wanted to. Jungkook let himself get lifted, the forearm against his lower back, kisses up his trembling chest, and then those dark, dark eyes observing him under shadowy lashes, amused. Those plush lips grazed Jungkook’s two lip piercings.

“You gonna get up, lazy bones?”

Jungkook made a noise of disagreement.

He had to be forced to clean up, but secretly (or not-so-secretly) Jungkook enjoyed that.

Hehe.

Apparently, he had tugged on the handcuffs a little too much because there was an indent left on the back of his wrists when they were removed. Oops. He hadn’t meant to do that. He didn’t want to get scolded, so he kept his wrists out of sight the best he could so his hyung wouldn’t notice. He received a silent side-eye, but no comment. Warning him to be careful but not wanting to make it a nagging. His hyung always warned him not to overdo it. Jungkook just… got lost in the moment.

Often.

Ahem.

Anyway.

“You okay?”

“Uh?”

It was hard to describe the feeling he got when Jungkook looked up to the other man. Maybe embarrassed, feeling disheveled compared to the confident spark in those dark, dark eyes surveying him with amusement. Maybe confused at the butterflies dancing in his chest, envious that the older male seemed so calm shirtless, messy hair, black boxer briefs, drying his hands on a towel before tossing it onto his shoulder like a goddamn movie main character. Maybe…

Those mauve lips curved into a smile.

Jungkook couldn’t define in words what love was, but love was definitely the feeling he felt in this moment, witnessing that smile.

“Did you enjoy that? Anything you didn’t?”

“O… Oh?” It finally clicked in his brain what was being asked. His cheeks seared with warmth. “Um…?!”

Instead of sitting beside him, the man who called himself Dionysus at times smiled wider, giving him the appearance of an endearing trickster. He remained standing in front of Jungkook sitting on the side of the bed. Too close to be mistaken as friends. “I thought I did a pretty good job. You came harder than usual, or what it because I was watching you this time? Guess I can’t tell if I’m too busy swallowing, hm?” Why was he talking about this so calmly? But there was nowhere to run either, caught between a piercing gaze and devious smirk, graceful fingers fanned over one hip like an underwear model.

“I… w-wha… hyung was amazing, I–”

And then Jungkook froze.

Words dead in his throat.

That was right.

Me.

The other man bent down and brushed hair out of his vision, but Jungkook was freezing up. Right. Now that the adrenaline was gone, the scent of green tea and marshmallow was as comforting as it was a remainder. Hyung is amazing. Every time, without fail, thinking about every touch and every kiss and Jungkook was only along for the ride.

“Was… Was I okay, hyung?”

“Hm?” Movement, and Jungkook shifted his gaze to see that familiar head tilt teasing him. “What do you mean, were you okay? Did I not show my appreciation well?” A fingertip traced across his cheek.

Chills shimmering all over his shoulders and yet.

“But you only came once.”

A light chuckle. “Uh huh.”

Jungkook felt his vision blur. Shit. Why was he getting teary? He blinked hard, biting his lower lip tensely, the swift pain fighting back the tears. The other man noticed immediately. Of course, he did. He knew everything about everyone. He could read body language like a children’s book, and Jungkook was simply not on that level.

“You didn’t cum in my mouth…” he mumbled, looking away, ashamed. “I’m not good enough.”

“Hah?”

Jungkook had been trying not to think about it too much. Everything was already complicated, from how they met to the not-so-straight sexual relationship to the pit-a-pat feeling in his chest at wanting to be called my darling over and over again, but certain rain-cloud thoughts had been persistent, overshadowing everything else. The feeling of not good enough. When it had only been their isolated interactions, Jungkook didn’t think about how the other male slept with other people. Honestly, Jungkook didn’t even care since it was so obvious his hyung made him a priority.

But then there was Min Yoongi.

Watching them together was just…

“Hey.”

He felt hands on his shoulders, but Jungkook shut his eyes, shaking his head quickly, the whirlwind thoughts pouring through him. He had no right to be upset. No place to make demands, no idea what were the right words to say, no, he needed to shut up and appreciate that he could even be in this position. “I’m sorry, I’ll try harder next time, I’m sor–”

“Stop saying silly things.”

“I’m sorry.” His voice choked up, cracking in his chest. “I can do better.”

Thwack.

“Ow!”

A sharp pain shot over his forehead. It took Jungkook a moment to realize he had been flicked. His eyes snapped open, snapping his head up to gawk, slack-jawed. The older man looked annoyed, looking down at him with a hand still on Jungkook’s right shoulder. He lowered his right hand, shaking his head with a sigh, wave of black hair drifting over his left eye.

“Jungkook, please, can you listen to me for once in your life?”

Rubbing his forehead with his left hand. Less ow but still ow. “What?” Didn’t he listen pretty well? Er, sometimes. But hyung liked the bratty thing!

“You really think I give a shit about quantity over quality?” Even being scolded in that husky voice wasn’t that bad. Those dark, dark eyes narrowed and Jungkook instinctively felt his spine stiffen. Ahem. Right. Listening. “Bro, I’m not keeping count. Every once in a while, I like to discuss about how the sex was and what you liked about it. Me, I don’t stop unless I’m satisfied. It isn’t the number of orgasms or what exactly happens that is the satisfying part for me. The satisfying part is you.”

“But if I was better… wait, what?”

You.

Jungkook pointed to himself, eyes widening. “Me?”

Eye roll. “Yeah, you, idiot.”

And then that face was close, suddenly dropping down. Green tea. Marshmallow. Herbal and warm. Soft black hair, even darker eyes, plush mauve lips in a small smirk. The shine in that gaze, the solidness of that hand on his shoulder, and that expression absolutely not having any of Jungkook’s bullshit.

“I chose you.”

Pause.

Half-smile.

“Is this about Yoongi?”

Jungkook found he couldn’t say anything but he didn’t have to.

Silence was telling.

His hyung nodded. “Whether it is or not. Whether you believe me or not… I’m not comparing. I don’t compare you to him or anyone else. I don’t like people near me. I don’t like doing things I don’t like doing. But I like being near you. I like learning the things you like and I like doing them for you. Are there things you do that aggravate me? Yeah, like this stubbornness you have about not telling me what’s bothering you sooner so I can set you straight. But I chose you. I’m stubborn too, and you’re not going to change my mind.”

Closing the distance.

His left hand slipped away and now they were forehead to forehead, staring into each other’s eyes.

“I… I can do better for you…” Jungkook whispered to the darkness.

 “You’re already loads better than the first time. Couple more loads and we’ll reevaluate.”

“Hey!”

The darkness sparkled.

The pause that followed, not uncomfortable but substantial.

A fleeting kiss and lingering words.

“You’re mine. And don’t you forget it.”

-

“Do you need help in there?”

“No. Shut up.”

Did he have to pull up the listing on his phone to figure out the strap situation? Yeah, maybe. Perhaps he shouldn’t wear the harness? Well, he had already gotten it halfway on. Sigh. Okay, zip this up, straighten this out, lace up these hook-and-eyes, turn it around, put the damn frilly ass apron on, and…

Min Yoongi looked at himself in the mirror.

What the fuck am I doing?

He couldn’t walk out like this.

It had been a stupid idea and now the stupid had gone too far. Was all this really worth the bit? Fuck, he couldn’t even look himself in the eye. Yoongi spied the white ruffled headband by the sink and crammed it on. Ack. Pulled it off and readjusted the front of his black hair to frame his face and then rest the headband behind. Should he tie his hair back? He reached up and collected some of his hair back. It didn’t give a “pretty” look. He left it down, pulling more of it forward. Smoothed out the mid-thigh length black skirt. It was made of a thicker material that had more body and swish to it. He hadn’t liked any of the cheap costume options when he searched around, so instead Yoongi had selected clothing pieces that matched and made his own outfit.

Flowy white blouse with a high collar and large black velvet bow.

Fitted black corset over it.

Black skirt with the added touch of a white ruffled apron and sheer black thigh-highs.

And, under it all, a surprise.

He had thought about buying an easy costume. Trashy and slutty and fuckable. He had even looked into the latex options but reading up on the meticulous preparation and the sweaty aftermath (and the smell, ew), uh, nah. Besides, if he other male had done as he asked, with the silver rings and all, Yoongi would have felt silly in a costume. No, he wanted it to be obvious that some thought had been put into this. He had wanted it to be a conscious effort.

Okay, and also Yoongi wanted to look somewhat hot.

He wanted to be able to pick styles that looked good on him, not throw on some poorly-made get-up. Not that he knew if this was a sexy outfit or not. He didn’t mind seeing himself in a more feminine silhouette. Dare he say his slender frame worked in his favor here? Well, anyway, it was more the implications of why he was wearing it. And what he was going to do in it.

Um.

Should he have brought makeup? Shit.

You’re stalling.

“Shut up,” Yoongi mumbled under his breath, snatching his cologne from the counter and dousing his neck. Who cared about makeup? He was still a man. He was only wearing different clothes that he usually did. Yoongi was just trying a different look. His boyfriend didn’t want a different person.

His.

What?

Yoongi abruptly spun around and yanked open the bathroom door. His face felt like it was on fire.

“Oh, good, I was beginning to think you fell in the toilet–”

Dead silence.

Damn, the man who sometimes called himself Dionysus looked good. Sitting on the edge of the bed, legs spread open. Dressier than usual, just as Yoongi had asked. Black slacks. Black brocade dress shirt with embroidered white flowers. Pressed, fitted black vest. Long fingers spread out on the bed, each one adorned with sterling silver rings. Black hair swept to the left, longer than usual, brushing against his jaw, exposing his right ear and the thin silver chain connecting one of the helix piercings to the lobe.

Yoongi managed to push his hand away from the doorframe, breathing out slowly.

“Hello… Master.”

The other man was malfunctioning.

“H… Hah?”

Staring at him with a stunned look. Wide eyes and slack jaw included. It actually helped Yoongi stand a little straighter and relax a little bit. At least he wasn’t being laughed at. He frowned and held onto his left elbow with this right hand, unsure what to do now. The pressure of his right forearm over his corseted waist helped ease the nervousness a bit.

He didn’t plan a whole maid roleplay or anything.

The other male sat up attentively. “You didn’t say it was a maid outfit.”

“Well.” Yoongi looked away, feeling his cheeks flush hotter. “It is the most classic S-and-M costume, right?”

“Hmmmm, I’ve never seen this set before. Did you pick the pieces individually and plan the outfit?”

Weird that he noticed so fast. But nice. “Y… Yeah…”

“Oh? How thoughtful.”

Ack, what was this? Yoongi was suddenly hyperaware of the air between his legs and the effect of words. And tone. And… shit. He was doing that thing. He let go of his arm and stuck his hands by his thighs, hiding his balled-up fists in the swish of the skirt. He didn’t notice that the other man was standing right in front of him until it was too late, freezing up as the shadow appeared. Snapping his head up to a familiar smirk on mauve lips, sparkling dark orbs watching his every move with amusement.

“How do you feel?”

Like my ribcage is gonna explode! Just fuck me so I don’t have to say anything!

“F-Fine.”

Racing sparks shot up his spine as an exploring fingertip traced his chin. Yoongi realized he had gotten used to the stripped-down version of his lover. He had gotten used to the t-shirts, the comfy pants, the lack of rings, the messy hair, and the natural sexiness of every move. The other man was mindful of how he held himself, but at home there wasn’t an air of showmanship nor a sharp outfit to hide behind. He didn’t believe in giving it all away at once. After all, this was a man who chose an alias for most of the general public to address him.

But.

Yoongi could tell right away when people were perfectly comfortable in their appearance reflecting who they were inside. He was witnessing it right now. Those fingertips slid down his neck, caressing the velvet bow. Their eyes locked. Darkness to anticipation. Their colognes mixed together at their close proximity. His, citrus, sharp, dark. Melding with green tea, marshmallow, and intoxication.

They called him Dionysus.

But Yoongi called him…

“What did you call me again?”

Love.

“Master.”

A half-smile. “You’re taking this pretty seriously, hm?”

Instead of his usual witty response, Yoongi remained calm, aiming to shift the mood into their respective headspaces.

“I always take serving you seriously, Master.”

The playful expression remained, but the air was different now. Hotter. The taller male raised his hands, backing off slightly, looking up and down unashamedly. It was less objectifying than it was a detailed overview.

“You look good in a skirt.”

“Yeah, I know.”

Raised eyebrow.

Yoongi shrugged. “My legs are as nice as any girl group member. Nicer, even.”

A mirthful laugh. Movement. He was unbuttoning the sleeves of his shirt and rolling them back, exposing his wrists and forearms. A heavy silver chain bracelet on his left wrist. “I do like your legs wrapped around me, so maybe you’re onto something.” There was a peek of silver chain around his neck too. That’s right. He had shown Yoongi a necklace he had purchased recently, a heavy sterling silver pendant that could hold a guitar pick, so, naturally.

He had asked for one of Yoongi’s.

“W-What are you doing?”

Small smirk. “Preparing.”

“For what?” he snapped back. Yoongi hadn’t meant his voice to bristle but what how the hell was he supposed to react? He was in a skirt, for fuck’s sake! And an apron! And a damn frilly headband and they were going to–

He froze as a heavily ringed hand gripped his chin.

Insatiable dark, dark eyes.

“For you.”

He couldn’t move as that head tilted, smirk turning into the grin of a devil, and then those lips were on his. Dangerously soft and to the pattern of a pulse, keeping an infuriating distance between them. Yoongi felt himself reach up, but another hand stopped him, tight grip around his wrist, silver rings cutting into his skin and making him gasp. The hand on his chin slipped away, stalking around his shoulder and around his neck, pressing his trapped hand against his chest.

His body tensed.

The leather harness cut into his torso. A breath too tight.

He whimpered into the kiss.

A pause.

Yoongi could feel the taller male staring at him but he didn’t dare open his eyes.

“Something wrong?”

“No,” he muttered immediately.

“No as in yes or no as in I’m not supposed to know yet?” the gentle, stern voice pressed.

Yoongi opened his eyes slowly, not making eye contact but appreciating the shape of those perfect lips instead.

“No as in shut the fuck up and let me do my job.”

He glanced up with a glare.

Playful amusement and deliciously intrigued.

“You know, you’re a really bossy maid.”

Yeah, well, Yoongi couldn’t bring himself do the whole helpless schtick they did in porn movies because that shit would be way too embarrassing, not to mention not his personality at all. Besides, Yoongi knew him well enough. There was no fun in dominating a helpless creature. No satisfaction unless there was resistance.

Also, his boyfriend was obsessed with Jungkook, so he must love fucking a freaking annoying brat.

“And you’re not going anywhere dressed like that,” Yoongi snapped, lifting his hands towards the vest.

Only to get slapped away.

“Oh? Why not?”

Bro, do you wanna fuck or what? He tried not to let his frustration show. “Then where would you be going?” Okay, fine, he would play along. For now.

Casual shrug. “A date.”

Are you serious? His annoyance must have shown, because that relaxed expression became subtly arrogant. “Why would you need to go on a date–” When I’m literally right here! The fuck I put all this on for?!

“Are you implying that I don’t need someone else to touch me?”

Hook, line, sinker.

Yoongi gawked at him, dumbstruck.

The other male raised a finger and toyed with the edge of the velvet bow along his neck. “I can’t say I like the idea either, but masters and maids are supposed to be professional. Lines can’t be crossed. It is better if I leave right now.”

Wait, what the fuck was going on? Where they actually being themselves or roleplaying? How deep were they getting into this? This was a joke, right? There was no way he was just going to up and leave Yoongi in his cute maid outfit with blue balls and go off sucking somebody else’s face. The fuck was that? The anger flared up hot. I’m not your actual maid, you fuckin’ idi–

But before jealousy cloud his vision, a ringed hand covered his mouth.

Swift and with one yank, the velvet ribbon was undone.

“Lines can’t be crossed.”

Why did it feel as if the other man towered over him? He wasn’t so much taller, but there was such an obvious difference between the calm and the fury. A curtain of black hair trapped Yoongi in shadow.

“But there are no rules in this unbreakable heaven, right?” that husky voice whispered, low and dark.

Yoongi couldn’t say anything.

He just nodded, his blood racing in his veins.

Those dark, dark eyes seemed satisfied.

“Hold out your hands, my darling.”

His legs turned to jelly. What? The world was an electric haze. The fuck he just say? His hands raised automatically, gasp tittering in his throat as he felt the velvet wind around his wrists, then pivot perpendicular to tie around itself in the center, knowing exactly that it was the other male doing it with a smile, acting as if he didn’t just create a whole rollercoaster of emotions in less than five minutes.

But Yoongi could do nothing.

Nothing.

Nothing but listen.

“Kneel down for me.”

Obediently, tucking his calves under him, being careful and proper about it. The skirt flared out, covering his legs and feet entirely. Yoongi straightened his back, not wanting to look sloppy. It was impossible to slouch in the corset anyway. He didn’t feel like a different person but there was a strange exhilaration at the wrongness of it all. He settled his bound hands in his lap and looked up.

The other man stood above him, smiling, thumbs in the edge of his slacks.

“I like it.”

His cheeks warmed but Yoongi couldn’t bring himself to say anything because, fuck, he found himself enjoying it too. His fingers curled in the thick fabric of the skirt. Tightness in his core. Desire swirling, radiating. He didn’t break eye contact.

“You don’t like the idea of someone else touching me?” the other male asked again.

Yoongi frowned. “Why would you want that anyway?” he countered sharply. “They wouldn’t be able to satisfy you.”

That piercing gaze narrowed. A heavy hand on his head, tilting it back.

It made his entire body shiver with delight.

“They could learn.”

“He doesn’t count.”

Pause.

Raised eyebrow.

Now who the fuck are you referring to, Min Yoongi? But he told his brain to shut up, shut up.

“Jungkook wouldn’t do this for you,” he breathed out, shuddering with need.

A penetrating gaze. “It’s not a competition, Yoongi.”

Yeah, it wasn’t.

“Different people are capable of different things.”

Oh, he knew. He could see it. He did see it. And he definitely didn’t mean for it to come out that way, because he didn’t hate watching their entangled bodies. The roughness. His breathing grew rapid and shallow. There was something wrong with him, surely. It wasn’t a competition but Yoongi did love the intense competitive surge he felt whenever he witnessed them together. It made him want to do more.

Be more.

Be his.

“Look at me.”

He didn’t want to look anywhere else.

“L... Let me serve you, Master.”

So calm it was beautiful. The hand on his head left, sending a tingle trickling down his spine as he adjusted the headband to complete the image. Appreciating it. He nodded. Reached down, silver rings flashing in the light, unbuttoning his slacks. It was only then that Yoongi noticed the subtle tent.

Two fingers beckoning him forward.

“Unzip me.”

Under the skirt, Yoongi squeezed his thighs together. Bit his lip and raised his tied hands. He had done this action enough times but this time felt different. Like he had to be better. More subservient. Maybe it was all in his head. He gripped the thin zipper pull, tugging it away from the body to avoid catching onto anything. The prickling of his skin intensified as he realized the other man wasn’t wearing underwear.

He darted his gaze up.

The devil’s smirk shrugged nonchalantly. “Why bother when we were clearly going to get naked anyway?”

Yoongi narrowed his eyes but didn’t say anything. Besides, there was an important task in front of him. He ran his fingers over the swelling length, the familiar velvety skin under his fingertips. Fuck, he had such a pretty cock. Due to his hands being bound together, he ended up bracing his palms along the underside and wrapping his fingers around the girth, inhaling sharply as he felt it twitch in his hands.

His own cock was mirroring, but Yoongi couldn’t touch it.

Yoongi looked up again.

His Master was disturbingly collected at being caressed like this. He kept his hands behind his back, not interfering. A regal stance. Must have also collected the hem of his dress shirt as well to hold it up and out of the way.

“Ah uh, no hands. That’s cheating. Back on your knees they go.”

He lingered a moment before obeying. Dancing along the fine line of punishment. Breathe in. Breathe out. The base of his palms touched his knees. It wasn’t that different from their normal sex, but the tension… It was impossible to explain. As if the possibilities that had suddenly expanded became a feeling, a thrill unmatched due to the lack of fear.

Yoongi opened his mouth.

Tongue sliding out.

Heat.

The strong taste made him moan, closing his lips around the hard length.

This? This he was good at. This was familiar hardness against his tongue, pushing it up to the roof of his mouth, sliding down deep to take it all. Slow, especially against the head, curling lips around it and rubbing slickness to velvet before choking himself again on the thick tip. Fuck, he could die like this. It was wrong on so many levels, the whole scene, and yet it was so right, opening his eyes to see himself being admired from above, the top few buttons of the brocade shirt undone to reveal those prominent collarbones and sterling silver guitar pick necklace. Heavy, weighted.

Always keeping a piece of me with him.

Those mauve lips curved upwards.

“Your mouth is the fucking best, Yoongi.”

One of those ringed hands lowered and skimmed across, following the top of those thighs that the slacks were still trapped around. There was something additionally arousing about still being in their clothes. Their roles still maintained. Yoongi felt something press against his lower lip.

Ah.

He tipped his head back and flicked his tongue over the other man’s balls, stimulating them each time he went down, heart beating fast as he saw the tension ripple out. It was a real effort to loosen enough to sweep his tongue out and then back to tightness around the head, but a challenge was a turn-on and Yoongi was no quitter, rising a bit on his knees to take in that cock deeper. Paid close attention to his throat muscles and his lip movement, keeping the pressure consistent and forceful, not giving up.

How could he?

Ugh, he was addicted to those low, soft moans. Addicted to the subtle twitch against his tongue, addicted to the hardness and the way that girth stretched out his throat, shivering, feeling pre-cum drip down his own thighs, but he couldn’t touch himself, no, not unless instructed. No hands. He slowed down a bit, wanting to make it last longer, tucking his tongue around each of those balls pressed against his lower lip and chin, strings of saliva dripping down his chin. Didn’t care. Yoongi knew the other man liked it. The cock in his mouth was so damn hard that his jaw ached. He kind of wanted it in his ass right now, but Yoongi was confident that he could get his Master hard again.

After all, his mouth was the best.

The man of excess would know.

He looked up again, intensifying the pace.

He watched those broad shoulders shudder, open-mouthed smirk watching him.

“Fuck, I love your eyes.”

Yoongi could say the same thing, but his mouth was currently full of dick.

He stopped teasing the balls and completely focused on the shaft. Molding it against tongue and lips, wet friction, slick and firm. No hands, so of course he had to be extra careful to use the force of his torso rather than his neck that needed to stay relaxed so he could swallow it all as deep as possible. Closing his eyes, basking in the attention, becoming the pleasure he wanted to give – tight, wet, deep – fast enough to not be ignored but steady enough to build up that inevitable orgasm, close, desperate for the taste, his fingers twisting into the hem of his skirt, whimpering in the back of his throat, craving it, the leather body harness under his clothes digging in to his rapidly rising and falling chest.

So close.

“Don’t choke, my darling,” that husky voice murmured above him.

Then he felt the sudden grasp of his head and the force of hips pushing down his throat. He sure as hell wasn’t going to choke at the rapidly expanding pocket of cum jammed down his throat but, um, hello, did Yoongi just hear that correctly? He was so startled that he griped the bottom of the pants, shivering as he swallowed, gripping tightly. Fire raced over his skin. His nerves singed, alight. Again with the ‘my darling’?! He was delusional. He was hearing shit he wanted to hear. Yeah, that was the only explanation. He kept his mouth closed, swallowing again, shuddering as he felt those hips roll, pushing in and out, remaining hard against his tongue.

Using him.

Yes, this was the safe space, being used.

“Stand up for me.”

Oh, shit.

He stumbled a little, wincing at the pins and needles, but strong hands helped him up. Pulled him closer. Yoongi looked away, busying himself with wiping his chin and straightening his outfit. His headband was somewhere on the floor. Welp. It was the cheapest part of the outfit. He let himself be dragged towards the bed, not saying anything. What was he supposed to say, anyway? Ah he was overthinking this, but how could he not? Was he supposed to act like a girl? A maid? Himself as a maid? Uh.

“H-Hey, what are you doing–?”

“Stand still.”

Yoongi suddenly found his legs sandwiched between two very strong thighs as his Master untied the velvet knot. Oh. He kept his silence as the knot was carefully deconstructed and undone, not making a sound at it was tossed aside. He liked watching those hands work. They were meticulous, treating him with care.

Then, those hands disappeared.

Yoongi raised his head.

Then froze as dark, dark eyes captured him along with ringed fingers closing in around his thighs.

“Uh.”

The sharp tone interrupted him.

“My title?”

Up his skirt. Fingertips traced the tops of the sheer, thigh-high stockings. Flicking the elastic, almost making him flinch as it snapped back into place. His hands had involuntarily found their way to those shoulders, gripping them for balance. He didn’t really want to say it so close. The other male waited patiently, squeezing the backs of his thighs but not going higher or more towards the center.

Yoongi swallowed.

The butterflies in his ribcage threatened to explode.

“Yes… Master?”

A devil’s smile.

“You know why I like skirts, Yoongi?”

“… No?”

They were sitting on the edge of the bed, until they weren’t. The other man scooted back a little and then Yoongi nearly yelped when he was grabbed by his bare ass and lifted. Thankfully, he was able to compose himself and not yell, even when the other male forced his knees in between Yoongi’s and made him straddle his lap. Yoongi’s knees now on the bed and he was fully clutching onto the taller male’s shoulders to avoid toppling over.

“Wait, I’m nak–”

“I can touch everything and you still look pretty,” his Master laughed, tickling warm breath against Yoongi’s neck. “Oh, looks like you had the same idea I did. Great minds think alike.”

This ass! “You can’t just violate–”

Yoongi stopped dead mid-sentence.

Those dark, dark eyes sparkled.

“I can’t what?”

But Yoongi couldn’t say anything because he already did.

He simply froze as those hands kneaded him, ring bands indenting his skin, gasping softly as he felt fingertips brush up against the straps along his legs. The bottom of the chest harness connected to straps around the tops of his thighs so it didn’t ride up. Well, it did, but only in the most delicious of ways. There was another strap around his waist and ones decorating around his chest and back, but for right now the leather below was all that was revealed. The issue was that Yoongi hadn’t really figured out if he was meant to wear underwear or not, because he didn’t want to have to take off the harness during sex and he didn’t want to wear boxer briefs over it. That would be fucking weird.

So, he just figured to go commando.

Of course, that also meant his cock had leaked pre-cum all over his inner thighs and the butt plug in his ass was now being played with since it was easily discovered.

“Ah… d-don’t…”

“Don’t?”

His Master clicked his tongue, disapproving and sensual all at once. He was tugging and pushing the flared base of the metal but plug in and out, creating a slow, maddening pace. Yoongi had picked a medium-sized one. Didn’t know how long he was going to have it in, but wanted to be prepared and all that.

“I do what I want with you, Yoongi. I am your Master, and you are my plaything.”

Fuck, he was so damn cocky but the pleasure was immense, breaking him down. Yoongi hadn’t even realized how the need to be touched had heightened and now the sudden devoted attention was making his jaw clench and his eyelids flutter, a gasping moan escaping him as warm fingers closed around his neglected cock, immediately becoming stiffer at the coaxing strokes.

“I… o-oh, fuck…”

Somehow his arms had slid around to the other man’s back and his head dipped down, forehead against shoulder, his hands splaying over the vest. The corset prevented him from bending over any further, but he couldn’t really see anything due to the skirt anyway. Probably for the best, because if Yoongi saw that hand covered in those rings, he would want to cover them with his cum immediately.

“Our clothes… f-fuck… You’re going to ruin our clothes,” he mumbled, biting back a moan as his cock was choked and the butt plug was fully shoved into his ass with deliberate force.

“You mean you’re going to ruin our clothes.”

Yoongi bit his lower lip and hissed behind his teeth, locking his arms around the other man and trying very hard not to orgasm as the persistent strokes started up again. There was no logic in holding himself back other than his own stubbornness and, of course, prompting his Master to edge him, which he did so happily. Too happily, first driving him so close that Yoongi buried his lips into the other man’s neck and almost screamed, only to be cut off with a firm squeeze to the head, causing his whole body to spasm with need, and then building the second orgasm by dropping his cock completely to toy with the butt plug instead. Holding his ass open with one hand, rings leaving indecent indents, and using his right hand to pull out the plug completely, circling the exposed, shivering hole with the tip, and then shoving it back in, creating a mortifying wet sucking sound that was a combination of lube and his tight ass.

Yoongi was determined not to embarrass himself with begging.

He deserved a reward for merely mewling for release, feeling his cock bob and smack his inner thighs, so close but not close enough.

“What’s that?”

Fuck, don’t make me say it.

Yoongi whimpered under his breath.

“P… Please…”

The response was sweet venom.

“Please what?”

He should have known. This sadist. Yoongi had half a mind to use his real name but he resisted and remained a good little maid.

“Please fuck me, Master.”

It was worth it.

He still had to be patient, of course. Honestly, Yoongi was beginning to enjoy being dragged along a little, held close by the waist as he was placed firmly on top of the other man on the bed. The apron was tossed aside. He held onto the other male’s shoulders as the hook-and-eyes were undone, not quite looking him in the face. Probably had something to do with how hot his cheeks felt right now. The corset was tugged out of the skirt. His blouse fell out with it, covering them in a curtain of white chiffon.

They undressed each other.

Usually, it was faster and with voracious greed. But this time, it was button by button. Dismantling his vest, chancing a moment to raise his gaze and see himself being observed. Not in a discerning way. No, more in a…

Dare he believe it?

Adored way.

I am so fucked.

“I enjoyed the packaging, but you look better naked, Yoongi.”

“… Shut up.”

He leaned down as the zipper of his skirt was undone, pressing his lips to exposed skin. He felt a racing heartbeat under his kiss, heard the soft sigh of contentment above him. There was only a single stray button holding the blouse together, but Yoongi didn’t let the other man access it, instead skimming his lips down that torso, inhaling the scent of cologne and warm skin. He took the skirt with him, untangling it from his legs and pushing it down the bottom edge of the bed. The stockings were loose too, so he got rid of them as well, tugging down the slacks in his descent. The other man got the hint and helped him out, shedding the rest of their lower clothes.

He closed his mouth around his Master’s cock.

“Yoongi… ah…”

He was soft but only for a moment. It was the perfect opportunity to loop his tongue around those balls as he worked that length to its hardest, running his tongue along the underside of the head, popping his lips softly at the ridge, kneading those thighs under his hands. Blowjobs on the bed were a different story. He had the most control here and the help of gravity, pushing all the way down into his throat until he couldn’t breathe and then, again, moaning as fingers tangled into his hair and locked his head in place, those hips rising into his mouth instead, fucking his throat slow and hard.

“That’s enough. Come up here and show me what’s hiding under your shirt.”

Heat rushed into his face. Shit. He tried to resist. Kept his lips locked around that hard cock, but a sharp pull of his hair sent a flare of pain that could not be ignored and he winced, gasping and clawing up the bed as he was decisively dragged up by his head. Saliva dripped down his chin, his mouth open, panting hard as he rose by force, his palms struggling to find footing in the sheets, meeting a cocked eyebrow and impassive expression.

Yoongi was above, but he felt below this dominant energy.

Fingertips touched his stomach.

The inhale caught in his throat.

Those dark, dark eyes did not look away.

No words exchanged. The touch traveled up. Up. Stopping at the leather straps, snapping each one against Yoongi’s skin. He whimpered, still held by his hair, shuddering. He could feel the onyx stones of some of those sterling silver rings. His blouse still held a single button, but it was rising with the forearm sliding up under it. And then.

The buttonhole was a little too big for the small mother-of-pearl button.

The shirt popped open.

For a moment, the darkness remained locked in gaze.

And then the man who called himself Dionysus at times looked down.

Yoongi shut his eyes, feeling the heat of embarrassment creep down his neck. It wasn’t so much the leather harness itself but rather the obviousness of how fucking down bad he was. Fuck, I need to get a grip– but any more thoughts were gone in a snap, his eyes shooting open at the sharp pain, his shoulders flexing to tighten the tension of the leather. Looking down, watching and feeling a thumb rub into his hard nipple, and then, snap! Gasping as the strap smacked back against his skin, excitement pooling down his stomach as another long finger pulled back on another strap, taking it as far as it would go, and moaning as it hit him in the recoil of being let go.

Holy.

Fuck.

His back was arched so the straps along the front were all taut. His damn ass in the air and all. Fuck. The white blouse had slipped down his shoulders, his torso jerking at the inflicted pain, his hair falling into his face, sweat breaking out along his forehead, his inner muscles clenching around the butt plug.

Fuck it.

Yoongi couldn’t wait any longer.

He reached past the other male and grabbed the towel on the nightstand. Didn’t bother to ask. Threw aside his shirt and reached back, jaw tightening as he gripped the base of the anal plug. It was a little slippery from the lube but, as he always prepared beforehand, it was clean. He was almost lightheaded with hunger as he pulled it out, whimpering at the loss, rolling it into the towel and placing the bundle back onto the nightstand.

Leaving the black leather body harness on.

Naturally, Yoongi wanted to be fucked in it.

“Aw, I wanted to bend you over and make you lift your skirt to show me.”

“Next time,” Yoongi growled back, twitching at the thought. “What position?”

The devil’s smile returned.

“How else? Ride me.”

Yoongi felt the color drain from his face. This sadist really wants to hammer it home, huh. “F… Fine.”

He was already in position. There wasn’t far to move. He just had to position his hips and lift his hard cock to look down and see the other man gripping his girth with his right hand, slowly stroking himself, white pre-cum beading against the dark purple head.

The silver rings gleamed under him.

“Want a condom?”

He shook his head. “I prepped. Don’t worry.”

“I’m not. Asking for your comfort.”

Yoongi glanced up.

Fuck, he was so damn hot. The guitar pick necklace was bunched up, the pendant stuck in between his collarbones. Shirt and vest still clinging around his upper arms. Didn’t seem bothered by it. Yoongi swallowed, lowering himself.

“Not too slow,” that throaty voice hummed. “You’re ready for me, aren’t you?”

Normally Yoongi would tell him to go fuck himself but presently he was too horny and too subservient to care, which was precisely why he held open his own ass, relaxed, and sank down. The other male held himself steady, exhaling deeply as he slid in. Still bigger than a plug, fuck, and Yoongi snapped his head back, gasping at the fullness, letting go of his own cock and gripping his thighs, trying to get used to the size. He figured he had enough experience with anal by now but, fuck, he was so damn hard and thick.

Fuck.

He was given a moment to adjust.

Then Yoongi felt a hand close around his leaking cock.

“W-What…?”

This sadist had the audacity to raise his free left hand and press his index finger to his full lips.

“Less talking. More moving.”

You…

Yoongi felt the stiff length twitch inside him and he groaned, rocking his hips into it. Their clothes on the floor. The skirt. The stockings. The apron. The blouse. The pleasure mounting with him, filling himself again and again, using gravity and lust to his advantage, tightening his core to make the pleasure radiate. Gripping the sheets next to his calves, feeling the leather straps cut into his chest, his nipples getting hard at the pain, watching himself get jacked off with that hand covered in silver rings, inescapable ecstasy radiating up his spine.

“I… I’m going to… cum all over your stomach…” Yoongi gasped, whining as he hit his favorite spot, fuck, so deep and so full, relishing in being used like a plaything for pleasure while being pushed to his own limit.

His boyfriend grinned like the devil.

“Mhm, that’s the goal.”

It was an obscene scene.

In retrospect, Yoongi couldn’t outline all the details of it. He was too far gone, too turned on and too many sensations deep to remember how long it lasted. Tipping his head back, thrusting that cock deep into his ass, moaning as he felt the strap at his waist being caught, pulled, digging the straps into his back instead of his chest, feeling the tightness around his upper thighs, violent pleasure building between his spread-open legs, his cock throbbing in a punishing grip, closer, gasping.

Closer.

“F-Fuck!”

He tucked his chin down in dismay, groaning while he watched his hips flinch and felt his cock pulse, dripping out a stream of white across the other man’s lower belly. The hand stopped but his climax didn’t, searing him with blinding pleasure as more cum shot out and smeared everywhere, staining the air with the scent of semen. Yoongi gasped, reeling, and then whined. Two hands clasped around his hips and the other male thrust up into him, hard, again, again, sending Yoongi’s eyes rolling back at the roughness, pitching forward and catching himself with his palms, losing himself to the fucking from below, trying to assist, but the orgasm was too fresh and his body was still limp, forcing him to merely hold on and take it, again, again, deep, hard, used like a plaything.

My darling.

Yoongi moaned as he felt the jerking cock spill into him, pumping him full of cum.

The forbidden name escaped his lips, pleading.

Yoongi could never explain how the other male had the strength. Maybe it was some kind of freakish adrenaline. One moment he was on top, still disoriented from the brutality, the next, he was on his back, his own cum sticking to his lower stomach and crotch, arms and hands around his back and ass to hold him in place when he was lifted. The fuck? And the cock was still inside his ass by some miracle.

Wait.

He…

His Master was still hard.

Yoongi gasped, feeling the cum inside him squish as the other male clenched his jaw and slid back in, slow and deliberate. Pleasuring himself. Instinctively, Yoongi pressed his thighs to the other male’s sides, surprised to feel the brocade shirt was somehow still on. In fact, there was sweat sliding down that chest, which almost never happened. He was usually never hot.

Well, also, Yoongi couldn’t remember the last time he had been creampied and continuously fucked.

He wasn’t complaining though.

He couldn’t say anything at all, desperately panting, the pleasure too much to worry about silly things like breathing, grabbing onto the shirt collar and thrusting up to meet those hips. Both of them moaned in unison, cum sticking between them, lost in lust, forgetting responsibilities and fucking instead, so close, so full, the squishing, slapping sound getting louder and louder.

A low growl.

“I’m gonna cum, Yoongi.”

His words jumbled together and barely made any sense.

“Fuck, yes, in me, fuck, cum in me.”

The hips smacked together.

The rising lust burst, pumping him full of cum again, his eyes cracking open to witness. Lashes lowered, mauve lips parted, the tip of pink tongue over white teeth, carnal satisfaction melting over his features. Weighted exhale drifting out. Warmth spreading over Yoongi’s arms.

Yoongi gripped onto the shirt collar, staring up at him.

There’s no one else for me.

Those dark, dark orbs shifted and looked down at him.

“Happy?” the husky voice panted, smirking slightly.

He had a witty response prepared but he promptly forgot it. “Yeah. That was some of the best sex I’ve ever had.”

The smirk widened, pleased. “You’ve said that before.”

“It’s true every time. You get better.”

A wink. “Helps when you’ve got a tight virgin ass.”

Yoongi felt his eyebrow twitch. He regretted being honest. “Shut up. Get off me.”

“Um, you seem to forget I pumped your ass full of cum.”

“Sounds like your problem.”

“This is our home, remember, which makes it our problem.”

Yes, it was, but Min Yoongi took a leaf out of Jeon Jungkook’s book and remained a brat. His boyfriend liked that shit, as evidenced by the bickering, and the later not-so-punishing punishment of being bent over in the shower to get his ass fucked again because he was being freaking annoying. Ah, love.

What?

Yoongi didn’t just think that. Nope.

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[densewentz]

im literally going to cry so. If anyone has any knowledge of Steam, EA, Controller Layouts, and Dragon Age 2 please help me out if you can. I've been playing DA2 for forever on my pc using Steam to have a custom controller layout (where I just did a nightmare of keybinding to let me use my xbox controller since the game itself doesn't have controller support). It's been working fine no problem for literally years. I just plug my xbox controller in, start up the game, and boom, works. It was in fact working last night. And then today out of nowhere, the game just. Refuses to use my Controller Layout for DA2. Steam SAYS it is, when I click in to see what layout is active. But instead of following my keybindings in-game, it just acts like its using the default desktop configuration. It has made the game literally unplayable to me (I cannot play kb+m guys please don't suggest that to me okay) and I am totally devastated. I've tried just about anything I can think of but still it doesn't work. (I also don't know how relevant this is, but I also can't shift+tab and see the Steam Overlay despite all the settings saying I should be able to). I'm at my wits end so if anyone knows how to fix it and is capable of explaining it to someone who is totally out of their depth I'd appreciate it. Might even offer art to anyone who can help me out lol.

[soracities]

How do you keep track of all these places? Is it the Pocket function or something else? Even if I bookmark my frequently used sites I end up having too many bookmarks to be useful, forgetting sites, or having a bunch of tabs open.

Visibility, visibility, visibility!! I'm subscribed to a few of my most favourite ones--not too many because my inbox would be flooded otherwise and then I know I would not read anything--there's maybe 3 max but they're definitely the ones I enjoy the most and that will provide variety in terms of subject and length.

Otherwise when it comes to the rest I'm definitely not reading from these sites every day, and sometimes weeks go by where I'm not reading anything except for maybe the 2 or 3 of the essays I get emailed to me (if even that)--but I am a pathological tab hoarder because for me out of sight is 1000% out of mind: therefore, what works for me here is making sure the sites I enjoy most (and aren't subscribed to) are as visible and accessible as possible.

The best tactic for me so far is saving my most visited sites to the bookmarks toolbar instead of some hidden folder, so that I always have a "homepage" of sorts for random readings no matter what site I'm actually on or what I'm doing. Additionally, instead of keeping multiple tabs open for days on end, I've started to actually move the links onto my desktop background so that I see them every time I log in or minimise a window and can open them far more easily this way rather than trawling through the bookmarks folders. Two or three years ago I also started making sure I printed every essay / article I enjoyed or didn't get a chance to read as a PDF to save to my computer: I can't always get to things immediately so this helps if the link dies before I can read it / paywall goes up, or even just as a more intuitive method for me to keep track of things I want to read (and also because I have limited space for all the shortcuts on my desktop--when I say I hoard tabs I truly mean it: this tab is one of, like, 20 right now, not counting the ones across 2 browsers on my phone or the ones that restore everytime I launch Firefox).

Also, I've been plugging it into every conversation ever since I downloaded it but Notion is really good for this kind of organisation, at least for me. Along with the above I have a Notion page where I keep a list of these journals / websites (links included) so that even if I'm not on my computer, I can browse without needing to rely on the reminders I've set up on it. I never bookmark things when browsing on my phone so when I find an article I really enjoy and want to save, I copy the link to a separate Notion page where I keep a list of essays / articles I read on the go, including any screenshots of passages that struck me most (this is also a great method for random articles I come across unexpectedly, either in my own readings or through friends).

So yes, really, visibility is the key thing for me and maximising that visibility as much as possible. Interestingly, when I do that it is a lot easier to actually remember these sites themselves, and get to a point where most of them are already circling about in the back of my head because I'm so used to being reminded of them. It's definitely not a perfect method, but I've tried to build in various failsafes and backups for myself so that I can manage to read something at some point, eventually without too much frustration or hassle. I hope some of these help you too, anon x

[doctorguilty]

I think I finally got the pen pressure setting on my new tablet juuuust right so drawing feels natural again, and my god I adore this thing, I made the right choice spending a little more on the bigger size than the first one I tried, plus omg the scroll wheel is SOOO wonderful, I don't even need to look at my laptop at all while I draw (if I'm using duplicate display) all I need is to plug it in and I can like lean back comfortably with it on my lap, I set a shortcut on my desktop for an on-screen keyboard too for file naming and Google searching and stuff, and I haven't even set ALL the hot keys yet just the couple I used on my old tablet. I figure as I go I'll get a feel for what else would be useful to set.

But drawing directly on the screen display, as I anticipated, is a huge glow up on precision. I love it. SO glad I didn't talk my self out of deserving Nice Things. This thing is my everything now. My soul mate. I love you off brand affordable cintiq

[ridiasfangirlings]

I've been having a series of weird dreams where I'm Saruhiko. Today was no different. In my dream, Saruhiko was computer pet, you know, those that are supposed to help you with computer tasks and that are also Spywares? Yeah, and the one owning the computer was Yata.

Imagine like future AU where there are like all these virtual ‘assistants’ that you can purchase to help you with various tasks, kinda like in Chobits. Yata isn’t very good at computers but he needs one for his part time job so he decides to get an assistant that specializes in computer tasks, since you can just plug the terminal into the computer and you’ll have your own little virtual pet right on your desktop who can do things for you. Most assistants are really expensive though so Yata ends up at this like kinda shady place that was suggested to him by one of his friends, Kusanagi, who runs a bar near Yata’s place and lets Yata do odd jobs for him. Yata gets a little confused by the instructions since he accidentally spilled soda on them though but he thinks he must be in the right place, he did end up at a junk shop after all. The only guy in the shop at the counter isn’t paying attention at all and Yata ends up picking up this little robot penguin. The shop guy doesn’t remember where that one came from but yeah it’s probably good with computers, just give me whatever you think it’s worth. 

So Yata takes home his little penguin robot, he thinks it’s actually kinda cute in a weird way with its nerdy blocky glasses. It came with a cord to charge and another one to connect it to the computer so that’s what Yata does, the penguin opens its eyes and a little virtual person with glasses that match the penguin’s appears on his screen. Yata’s proud that he got it to work and to his surprise the virtual assistant makes a small sound like ‘tch’ and says it wasn’t hard, you just had to plug in a cord. Yata can’t believe his own virtual assistant is talking back to him. When he clicks on the screen a little box saying ‘Fushim1’ opens above the character’s head so Yata figures that must be his name, and he tells Fushimi to help him first with cleaning out this old PC Yata got secondhand. Fushimi makes the ‘tch’ noise again and says Yata must be really useless at computers, if he bought one as bad as this. Fushimi can tell that the whole thing is virus ridden and what kind of idiot buys a computer without checking for malware first. Yata’s all well that’s what I bought you for and Fushimi rolls his eyes as a little broom pops into his hand and he says Yata’s lucky Fushimi finds the code of the virus just interesting enough to play with.

 Fushimi fixes up the computer and Yata’s all impressed, so he did get the coolest virtual assistant after all. Fushimi actually looks almost happy about that, or at least Yata thinks, but it’s hard to tell and anyway were these virtual assistants even supposed to have expressions. Yata assumes this must just be how they are and doesn’t think about it until his friend Kamamoto stops by and hears Yata arguing with his computer, Yata’s like yeah my virtual assistant is kinda hard to deal with. Kamamoto looks confused and says the virtual assistants are supposed to do whatever you ask without question and he’s never heard of one being difficult (or gloomy, or ‘an annoying bastard in glasses,’ as Yata keeps complaining). Yata’s like huh mine isn’t like that at all, he tries asking Fushimi about it but when he does Fushimi’s face suddenly goes blank and he says ‘classified’ in this unnaturally flat voice. Yata wonders if he could go back to the shop and ask but remembers the guy there didn’t recognize the penguin either, he decides to look at the penguin terminal but all he finds is a barcode with ‘Saruhiko’ above it. Maybe after this Fushimi starts glitching a little and Yata’s suddenly worried about losing him, even knowing that this should just be a virtual pet and nothing more, and he decides he needs to find out the truth behind Fushimi’s origin.

[mosylufanfic]

hi!! do you have any tips for organizing downloaded fics on calibre? (which, thank you for recommending in the first place!)

it would be awesome if there was some way to separate fandom tags out of the general tag section since it doesn't support all the awesome tag linkage that ao3 has afaik which means there are lots and lots and lots of tags to wade through

HI!!

I have to admit that I'm still fine-tuning all the ways I use Calibre with the FanFicFare plugin. Beware, screenshots incoming.

(If you don't know what I'm talking about, Calibre is a free program for organizing ebooks on your desktop/laptop. With the addition of the plug-in FanFicFare, I've been using it for a few years now to download fic and put it onto an e-reader for easy fic consumption. I am more than happy to blather at length. But onto this specific nonny's question.)

The thing about using Calibre/FFF as your own personal fic library is that you do have to be willing to click around, mess with the settings a bit, and figure out what works best for you and the way you want to read/save fic. I've spent a lot of time reading reddit threads and there's a forum (I KNOW. An honest-to-God FORUM. In 2025.) called MobileReads that has good info as well.

I am using a Windows desktop to run Calibre and downloading fic into a Kobo e-reader. Your hardware may vary. I am also downloading almost solely from AO3, but FFF will handle other websites and their tagging will come out differently.

I think there's a way to tell FFF not to download the tags at all so you can make your own, but I have yet to find in the configurations. So I've been ignoring the tags entirely, because of the chatty tag culture on AO3. It sounds you probably have already seen how you get eleventy-million tags along the sidebar and it becomes functionally useless for finding what you want.

Here's how I do it.

You can create your own columns in Calibre. Below is a screenshot of the menu that pops up when you right-click on the bar along the top of the screen.

I added a column that I named "Collections."

Then I went into the FanFicFare configuration menu.

Then I found the Custom Columns tab.

The dropdown gives you lots of options. I've tried out a few of them that didn't work out the way I was hoping. But as I was playing with the program while doing these here screenshots, I decided to try out "Category," and what it gave me was the fandom of each story. I'm going to see how that works for me.

Then when I move fic over to my Kobo, it'll take what's in the "Collections" column and create collections on the e-reader so I can (in theory) easily find what I feel like reading.

Anyway, that's what I have for you in terms of tips. Honestly, my real tip is to play with the settings in FanFicFare, click things, do research, and figure out what works for your reading.

If anyone has any tips for how to handle this better and easier, because I know there are Calibre power users out there, please let me know!

[fae-iii]

Unless I can figure anything else out, my laptop seems dead… It was suddenly starting on it's own randomly for the past couple days and now I'm home from work and now the power button just fades in and out and nothing else. This was a pretty nice one; MSI summit flip something or other- it was probably not a wise purchase at the time. It came with a pen and could flip out to be used as a tablet which was cool, but I never really used.

Tried the battery reset button and also tried manually un/re-plugging the battery, still the same issue. I have another charger at a different location that I'm going to later, but I don't expect any better luck there. Not sure there's much else I want to try...

I'm not sure what happened, I guess I just kinda suck with laptops. I'm relatively content with this ~2011 desktop that work was getting rid of and I upgraded with an ssd works well for my current purposes, but I think I wanna maybe build a newer desktop myself soon-ish (maybe a few months to a year from now, we'll see how I feel). I kinda wanna use the old Gateway case from my childhood family computer that no longer functions. Possibly, might have to take a dremel to it for airflow &c. I've seen some builds that use it's case, so I think it's possible, but we'll see.

[blazehedgehog]

Another Million Dollar Idea

So lately I've been doing lots of listed and unlisted streams from the Playstation 5. Mostly unlisted. Previously, when I wanted to stream something to my friends, I'd have to open the Elgato on my desktop and pipe that in through Discord, which works but isn't ideal.

For one, my PC is rapidly showing its age, so I have to dump the Elgato down to 720p30 because Discord chugs when capturing this window. Mostly it's good at auto-cropping to only the gameplay, but sometimes it gets confused and will capture the entire window, where you see the settings and buttons. So it kinda sucks.

The easier way to do that is to start up an unlisted YouTube live stream to my dump channel and link it to my friends on Discord. Whatever resolution I want, 60fps, no muss, no fuss. Quick and painless. Here's a stream from the other day where I showed a friend the new version of Asphalt 9 for PS5. It's just raw gameplay footage, no mic:

And, when I want to do a bigger stream, with all my alerts, pop-ups, sounds and rewards, I can always warm up OBS and stream to Twitch properly.

Recently, I house sat for a cousin for eight days. I treat this like a vacation. I can't really work on videos or games or podcasts very much, so I just kick back and chill out. And since these consoles can stream, I can do very long (like 6+ hour) streams easy-peasy.

But let's be real: streaming to Twitch through the PS5 (and the PS4) sucks. I'd have to go in and turn off all my alerts and buttons and overlays, because none of that works on the console stream. The whole thing feels extremely limited, and it's even worse on PS5, where it will automatically end your broadcast if you try to switch games.

But this time around I tried to get something going where I could still get all of my fancy notifications and graphics and still stream from the PS5. The hope was to use remote play on my laptop with the PS5 in the same room, but remote play is too thirsty on the bandwidth for that. Or my 13 year old laptop just can't hang running both OBS and Remote Play at the same time.

But it made me wonder: why should it have to be like this? Game consoles now are more like computers than ever before. There's nothing stopping these systems from supporting real streaming features, like overlays and pop-ups.

And it feels like a deeply untapped market, when you think about it. Imagine if, say, Microsoft came out swinging that the Xbox Series X was the one stop box for professional streamers. Full support for customizable Twitch alerts and overlays, a way to set up soundboards, browser sources, trigger ad breaks, run polls, etc. etc. etc.

Like, think about Elgato. Elgato sells streaming hardware for the PC. Capture cards, lights, cameras, shortcut decks, teleprompters, the works. Streaming and video production is a huge business for them.

If Microsoft or Sony cut in on that market a little bit and rebranded their console as The Only Streaming Hardware You'll Ever Need? Imagine branded streams and the loyalty that could generate.

And these systems have USB ports, obviously. They support common headset protocols through the headphone jack. You can plug professional equipment into them already. Why not have built-in hardware support for that?

The answer is that Microsoft and Sony probably only support Twitch begrudgingly, because some bean counter is annoyed they're "giving money away." After all, Microsoft owned and shut down Mixer. For a time they'd much rather you stay off of Twitch. When you see ads and buy subs they want some of that cut going their way, not to Amazon.

Which is ultimately very short sighted. Microsoft in particular has been rolling over and giving up a lot of ground the last three to five years. If they rebranded as the Xbox being the console for streamers to start and maintain a career over the long term, they could lock in a market that only exists on the PC right now.

If anyone at Microsoft or Playstation is reading this and uses this as inspiration I will take a one time payment of $250,000 for being the world's best ideas guy.

[thessalian]

Thess vs Phineas

Well, that was somewhat easier than expected.

I say "somewhat" because things were a little recalcitrant because of the case and everything. My graphics card did not want to go into it. But I ... I guess you could say "carefully brute-forced it" and went from there.

Had a minor issue right from the start, though, when I plugged everything in (or so I thought) and turned on the machine only to get nothing to either monitor. Then I realised I hadn't connected the graphics card to the power supply. Oopsie. So I went back, found the appropriate cables (which were hiding, so honestly it wasn't entirely my fault), and the work began.

I mean, not the physical work - no, the physical work was all about mucking around with the hardware, both on Phineas and on Gilmore. The "real" work, so to speak, is setting up Phineas to my liking. Which is going to continue to be a frustration beyond the telling of it. I've been at this for awhile now, so this is almost a break, talking about it.

So first I had to install Firefox, because I had a lot else to install and I didn't want to install it with Edge or whatever. Then I had to remind myself of every damn programme I tend to need for all the things I do, so I could download them and install them again. Up to and including various registration keys for various programmes I use enough to spend money on. (Okay, so, like, two, but still.) Then there was a bit of a grumble in general over how to set up various bits and pieces because for some reason, a lot of folders got set to read-only. So then I had to clear all the data off my various extra drives so I can reinstall ... so, so many gaaaaaaaames. All of this while I'm deciding what's vital to my functioning from my various documents, so I can pull them off my docked external backup drive and onto someplace I can access them easily. The rest I can just pull off the docked external backup drive when I need it. Once all of that is done and I have all my files organised, I can complete the job of personalising the desktop as much as it'll let me, and then I can finally relax.

Not that this has been all I've been doing, either. In between all of this has been laundry and cleaning the oven. Also going over to the other flat to ask my stepfather if we could keep Gilmore's old case over there for when he's throwing away all the junk involved in completely gutting a kitchen and bathroom. I'd rather Gilmore's poor carcass not sit and take up space and gather dust. He was nice enough to offer to haul it over there when he's done with the DIY for the day; I would have tried, but it would have hurt. I'm already sore from all the rest of hte nonsense I've been doing all day.

Still ... please welcome Phineas to the long list of computers I have owned in my life. Long may he reign.