#that you'll be able to ignore it hAH

[goodluckclove]

Hey. Stop scrolling for a second.

You scroll through writeblr a lot, don't you? I get why. Lots of fun people, interesting concepts and prompts. But maybe you haven't taken that jump from collecting resources on writing to actually writing.

Once again, I get it. It's daunting if you've never done it before. I've been doing it for a while and I genuinely can't think too hard about the act itself as it happens or else I get all sweaty and confused. I flopped spectacularly at a game of Scrabble tonight because I just ran out of words to think of and I'm in the middle of my 13th novel. Writing to me is like side-eyeing the sun - but that's besides the point.

What I mean is that you should do it. That idea that you think could be, might be, maybe has potential. More than that, I think you should do it right now. Right now.

Ooh but Clove, it's one AM and I have to do open heart surgery tomorrow. Cool. Write three sentences and go to sleep, then see if you want to do more after you get your license revoked.

But what if it's not good? Okay. What if it isn't? But what if it isn't, and it GETS good later? Or what if it isn't, but then later in the story you find a way to make those three initial sentences make sense? Three sentences isn't a story, unless you're Ernest Hemingway or a Haiku Man. Moving on.

Clove, where do I start? Honestly if you've never finished a project, or really never wrote anything at all, maybe just start at the point that sounds the most interesting in your head. To find the process that works for you takes work and experience so maybe for now you get dessert for dinner.

But I don't have an outline/character sheet/world map/mood board/playlist/ECT! Cool. Maybe that's an issue. Maybe it isn't. There's only one way to find out.

But it's hard! It's hard at first and then it gets easier. It's a muscle. You work at it consistently and you'll get to a point where you struggle to remember what it was like to not know how to write.

But it's painful! Hah yeah. That's kind of the more honest issue, isn't it. It's easier to think that your idea WOULD BE GREAT rather than face the fact that you might not be able to MAKE IT GREAT. That fear isn't based in reality, though. People like different things. You might write a work that you're displeased with in one aspect and find that it's changed someone else's life for a completely different reason.

What if I'm not a good writer? I struggle with this a lot and I've been published. It doesn't really go away even when people cry at your work and heap praise on it. But if you like to do it, if you would still be doing it even if there was no end promise of fame and success, you should do it.

What if I'm not a writer at all? I used to ask myself that. There are lots of answers to this question so I can only give my own: you are a writer if you write - past, present or future. If you haven't written in a long time but you're trying to get back to the craft, you are still a writer. You just have to keep trying.

What we do is half-trade, half-religious act, and because of that it is easily one of the weirder passions. I don't really get why people romanticize the field but at the same time I guess it seems pretty magical at times. As a writer, though, our job is to be the proverbial Man Behind the Curtain. You have to know how the magic trick works enough to do it successfully, but you also still have to be amazed. It's weird. I don't know why I do it.

I still do it though.

Write three sentences. Right now. Why not, right? If you send them to me in an ask I'll read them, or you can send them to me at my email address that I posted a few posts back because I'm old enough to know online safety and choose to ignore it. Or just do it for yourself.

Make something. You deserve to be a source of creation.

[hopeyblogs]

imagine me. me writing smut. um. I'm sorry if this was bad or cringe. Still rough yk 😭 @tw1nklet03s here's your request!! :) thank youu for requesting <33 I hope it fits your req!!

⚠️ : telekinetic play/choking/creampie/rough/fem sub reader x dom rowan laslow

Subby boys trying to dom?? Let's give them a chance shall we?

The sounds of rain pattering on your window. It was calming. Although, your heart ache not being able to see him for a few weeks now.

He's been so distant. It's unbearable. You take things in your own hands.

"Rowan?" you called out while knocking his dorm door. The door opened and peeked out Rowan.

"There you are! I miss you so much baby" You pushed the door open and latched your hands around his neck.

"y/n uh? wha? what are you doing here?"

"Can't i meet my boyfriend? You have been so distant this past week. Is everything okay?"

"I'm fine"

"You're lying" you pulled away from him and sat down on his bed

Patting the empty space next to you. He walks over and sits next to you

"Come on, tell me what's on your mind"

"it's just. I'm jealous with you and Xavier. You guys are close. closer more than friends even" he mumbles looking away from you

"Oh. Rowan, there's no such as thing as me and Xavier. I was helping him with Wednesday. I'm sorry baby" you pull him to your chest

....

a long silence filled the dorm

Then. He pushed you onto the bed.

"If so, prove to me that you're sorry" he leaned down kissing your neck.

As if to mark you as his.

soft moans spewing out of your mouth. His hands roam down your body to your core.

Circling his fingers at the clit. Breathless whimpers turns into moans.

"R-rowan! I-ah! m'sorry please h-hah!" hips bucking to his hands. You look desperate.

"Not good enough" His eyes looked down on you with lust. His marks sat prettily on your neck. His girl bucking her hips to his fingers. moaning, whimpers and pleas of his name.

He takes his hand off you. "mhfm! h-hah. w-whyd you'd stop?" her eyes begging for his touch.

"Strip and make yourself useful. Apologize"

Getting on your feet and stripping your clothes off.

"Keep the panties on. On your knees."

Fuck. The girl he loved getting on her knees.

Hastily pulling down his trousers and boxers. Hard cock springing out

"Be a good girl" soft sucks on his tip. licking the precum. It wasn't enough.

An invisible force pushed your head down. Holding your hair up.

"mhfm fuck! J-just like that.. s-shit! good fucking girl" he groans

"I'm h-hah gonna cum.. fuck.." cumming in his girl mouth awakened something in him.

"Be a good girl and clean it up" demanding. He's so sensitive but you need your punishment. Or you'll never learn who you belongs to.

....

"Get up and lay on the bed" knees wobbling you flopped down on the bed.

Fuck.. you look so beautiful obeying him, eyes blowned with lust and love.

He leaned down and kisses you. Tounge entering your mouth, enjoying his taste in you.

Just when you tried to touch him. Your hands were forced above your head.

"You're not allowed to touch me"

"rowan.. Please! m'miss you"

Ignoring your pleas and squirming on the bed. He pulls your panties off and takes off his shirt, positioning himself on you.

Teasing your entrance, tapping your clit "r-rowan! please n-need you h-hah"

"beg and apologize first sweet girl"

"m'sorry baby. please please. I'll be good please"

"since you asked so nicely" prying your legs apart and exposing that cunt who's eager for him.

Grabbing his cock and lining up with your entrance. Plunging into your cunt roughly. It feels heavenly.

"Tell me, h-hah fuck. Who fucking owns this pussy?" thrusting relentlessly into you making you babble his name and sending you into a pleasurable void

"c-clenching on my cock huh? f-fuck that feels good" cursing out. diving his hips into you rougher. Watching your face turn into dumb submission.

His cock rubbing at your g-spot. Eyes rolling back and body trembling

"R-row pl-please.. a-ah! mhmfm fuck! w'wan a-ah! cum. please please!" your mind turns blank

He suddenly pulls out. Whines and curses spewing out of your mouth over your denied release

....

"Ride me" he commands. The hold on your arms were released. Knees buckling trying to assume a new position on him

Shimmying down on his cock, sliding easily with the slick coating your thighs.

"hahfm- ah.. feels s'good" Rowan has no self control. With your cunt sucking him, gripping your thighs as a way to ground himself.

"M-move. fuck" you move back and forth up and down on his cock. The feeling of his cock rubbing on your gummy walls.

"fuck. y-you feel so damn good. o-oh god"

"r-rowan! fuck fuck mhm!" babbling out nonsense. His name was always on your mouth and his cock was on your mind.

A hand latches itself on your neck. The pressure of his hands on your neck and the deathlike grip on your thighs. The dull ache of his cock against your walls. All his.

"h-hah! ah!" gasping out over the lack of oxygen but fuck it feels good.

Continuing to bounce on his length. So close to your release. He bucks his hips into you roughly, hitting that spot. The full feeling of him inside you. The pressure on your neck. The grip he has on you. You toppled over the edge.

"fuck fuck m'cumming! ah- rowan! rowan hah."

The hard clench of your cunt on his cock, the sight of your pleasure filled face, eyes rolling back and kissing your plump lips with his taste. "oh fuck s-shit i-m gonna cum. hah" has him emptying his load in you.

The warm feel of him in you. He never felt more blissful.

....

"Are you okay? Did i went too rough?" he concerns.

"I'm okay. s'good" you slurs. Tiredness lulling you.

He pulls out and lays you down on his bed. Getting up to the bathroom cleaning you up and dressing you in his shirt.

"Sleep well baby" a soft kiss was placed on your temple.

[tanalogyosc]

"Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder? Hah, then I'm the most beautiful thing you'll ever see then."

Name: Vincent Miers Object: Hand Mirror Gender: Male

An absolutely vain and vile person who cares nothing more than his own beauty (He's not even that beautiful).

Hand Mirror is a social elite of Astrapolissei, known for his obsession with beauty and himself. He has helped the economy of Astrapolissei (in a way) by commissioning custom paintings and fashion accessories for himself.

Other people would hate him due to his unbearable attitude, yet Hand Mirror always ignores what other thinks as he only thinks of him and only himself.

Though... it's a bit weird how he is able to know a lot of information and gossips circulating within the city. Perhaps what he lacks in attitude, he has more in his intelligence assets.

Alternate color

[sunshine-overload]

[BSTS] April Fool’s 2024 ‘The Hero, Reincarnated in Another World’ Event Story - Final

Part 2

Chapter 14

-starless hallway-

haseyama: So we've finally reached the Demon King's castle huh... You call this place a castle? It's just the store isn't it?

strongest sorcerer (lico): The store?

haseyama: Never mind. So, where's the Demon King?

strongest sorcerer: Who knows. He's probably chilling in a large room somewhere right?

warrior (kokuyou): Let's try that room. I'm sensing something is in there.

-starless restaurant area-

warrior: Hm? Is that a treasure chest over there?

haseyama: A chest in the Demon King's castle you say? Allow me to open it... Oh? What's this? Gold?

strongest sorcerer: Ooh, I knew loot from this castle would be good. That's a gold pendant...

-kokuyou runs in front of them-

warrior: —Get down, quick!!

haseyama: Woah!?

-zakuro attacks kokuyou-

??? (zakuro): My oh my, I did not calculate that you would be able to predict my attack. The Hero party's strength is no lie.

haseyama: Who are you?

-taiga appears-

poison fang of the north (taiga): That's my automaton. It's being controlled by my puppeteer magic. Sorry for ruining your fun after you just arrived, but you'll be becoming my creation’s prey.

strongest sorcerer: It's a doll? Is that why it's moving in such a creepily unnatural way?

??? (zakuro): My my, there is no need to address me in such a rude manner.

poison fang of the north: Just ignore them. Now go, HAK=T=M! Defeat the Hero!

HAK=T=M (zakuro): Indeed, indeed!

-zakuro attacks-

warrior: How annoying, don't get any closer.

-kokuyou fights back-

HAK=T=M: Ough!! I-indeed... indee... indedededede...de...zzzt...

-zakuro shuts down-

haseyama: What's this? It only took one hit to take it out?

poison fang of the north: H-HAK=T=M~!!

warrior: Well then, looks like it's your turn to get punched in the face.

poison fang of the north: Ah, no, I surrender. Please let me join your side.

haseyama: What?

poison fang of the north: I stand no chance in a 3v1. My motto is 'if you can't beat them, join them'. I don't actually care about being one of the Demon King's great leaders or whatever.

strongest sorcerer: Wow, this guy really just threw his weapon down without hesitation. Does he have no pride?

poison fang of the north: Anyways, that warrior you've got on your team is real strong. I respect his ability. Is it ok if I refer to you as 'big bro'? I want to work for you.

warrior: Sure thing.

poison fang of the north: Thanks! Here, I'll cast some buffing spells on you.

warrior: Do whatever you want.

poison fang of the north: —No, by God Keep rolling Feel it in my bones...

strongest sorcerer: Huh? That spell... Watch out!!

haseyama: ...!? What do you mean!?

poison fang of the north: —No exit!

-spell is cast-

warrior: ...!?

-room explodes-

-starless hallway-

strongest sorcerer: Shit that was close, he used explosion magic. If I'd been caught up in that I'd be dead! I'm done with this dangerous mission, I'm leaving!

-cut back to restaurant area, place is destroyed-

warrior: ...Fuck that hurt. That wasn't a buff, you asshole.

poison fang of the north: What!? You're alive...? How is that possible!?

warrior: Kuku, you wanted to call me big bro right? Well as your big brother how about I correct that rebellious behaviour of yours? Come with me.

poison fang of the north: Ky-kyaahhh!? Where do you plan on taking me...!?

-kokuyou drags taiga away-

—end

*HAK=T=M - reference to the song hakuchuumu/daydream

-

Chapter 15

-starless hallway-

haseyama: (coughing) ...Godammit. Was that explosion just now caused by magic or something? The path I came in from has caved in... Oi, is anyone there!?

haseyama: .......

haseyama: ...So they all ditched me in the final stretch huh? Those damn brats! Well, it can't be helped I guess... I'll just have to do something about this myself. Hah, reminds me of when I was a kid. I'd rush into raids all on my own...

-haseyama's office-

haseyama: Come on out, Demon King! Where are you at? Show yourself already!

-takami appears-

??? (takami): Welcome, Hero. So you've made it this far.

haseyama: Hah, you're the Demon King then? I see, I'm gonna wipe that smug smile off your face.

??? (unei): W-wait! He's not the Demon King, I am!!

haseyama: ...What!? You? Aren't you just Unei!?

??? (unei): (clears throat) Indeed... I am the one who soars in the sky decorated with white stars, the king of everlasting darkness who reigns over the demon world from my throne— It is I, The Demon King of the White Star Realm! The strongest, most fearsome Demon King who rules over this land!

haseyama: That's one lame name you've given yourself.

demon king (unei): Come, Hawklook, destroy the Hero!

hawklook (takami): Yes, my lord.

saki: Wait, p-please stop this!

haseyama: So the princess really was you after all, young lady.

demon king: It is fine, princess. I shall defeat the Hero, so watch closely.

saki: (Nothing about this is fine though...)

hawklook: Let us fight. I'll make you bow before the Demon King, dear Hero.

haseyama: Uwah!? He's so fast!

mob class demon: Allow me to help you, Hawklook-sama~! There's no way the Hero can win against our numbers~!

haseyama: Huh!? I have to deal with those weak ass mobs too?

hawklook: Is this really the time to take your eyes off me?

haseyama: Guh... Ah, shut up!

mob class demon: The Hero is backed into a corner! We're sure to win at this rate~!

demon king: Kukuku... I wouldn't count the Hero out yet. You agree, don't you princess?

saki: Um... Could you stop fighting now...?

demon king: Of course not, its almost time for my debut! Watch me, princess! It's showtime!

haseyama: ...!?

demon king: 'White Wish'... Assemble the darkness, Starry Love!

-unei casts magic-

haseyama: Uwah... Aaghhhhh!!

-screen goes white-

—end

-

Chapter 16

-haseyama's office-

-screen flashes red-

haseyama: Sh..it...

demon king: Haahahahahah!! The Hero is no more~!!

haseyama: Being done in by Unei... How could something like this... happen...?

-haseyama collapses-

-white screen, kei appears-

king (kei): Hah, how unsightly.

haseyama: You...! Kei you damn... Wait no, you were that unreasonable king right?

king: So in the end this is how much a man like you could achieve. You were truly nothing but a disgraceful man who was only a hero in name.

haseyama: Excuse me!?

king: Even though it was faint, I was a fool for expecting anything great from you. Giving you that legendary sword was a grave mistake. There was no way you could've become a hero.

haseyama: You're the asshole who summoned me here in the first place! Quit talking crap and just return me to my world already!

king: Oh? So you still have the strength to snap back at me? In that case, stand back up, Hero. Use the true power of that blade, the 'Stein Schwartz'... Show them the skill of legend—

haseyama: What...!?

-haseyama's office-

hawklook: What would you like me to do, Demon King-sama? Shall I finish him off with a stab to the heart?

demon king: Uhh, I don't think we need to go that far... While he's still unconscious let's just dump him outside the castle...

mob class demon: Leave throwing him outside to me~!

saki: Um, so the fighting is done now?

haseyama: ...Ah... Damn it...

mob class demon: Oh, Demon King-sama, the Hero seems to have awoken.

demon king: What? Then whack him unconscious again—!

haseyama: Tch, I just have to win huh?

hawklook: Oh my, you can still stand?

demon king: Huh, you're gonna fight again? I'd really wish you'd just surrender already though...

haseyama: ...Unei, I think it's about time I put you back in your place!

demon king: Whaaat!?

-flash of light-

demon king: W-what's that? The Hero's sword is glowing...!?

haseyama: It's shining with my ultimate skill! Blow them away— Scarlet Desire!!

-screen goes white-

mob class demon: Aaaahhh~! He's got us~!!

-kasumi disappears-

hawklook: Guh...! So this is the Hero's ultimate skill...! This is where I withdraw.

-takami disappears-

demon king: Aaaahhhh... Uwaaaahhhhhhh~!!

-credits roll-

—end

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Chapter 17

-starless office-

saki: (waking up) Mm... Hm? This is...

unei: Ah, are you awake, Saki-san? You'll catch a cold if you sleep in here!

saki: Oh... Please excuse me.

saki: (I fell asleep... So was all of that just a dream?)

unei: So um, by the way, how was it?

saki: Hm? How was what...?

unei: Whaat, did you not even read it? I'm talking about the novel I wrote about myself being a hero!

saki: Oh.

saki: (That's right, I vaguely remember I had been reading a fantasy novel that Unei-san wrote.)

unei: Was it no good...? I tried my best at drawing the map of the world as well...

saki: Ah, no, I didn't mean to imply that. I thought it was a very interesting novel.

unei: Really? I'm so glad, thank you! I thought the same when I tried designing those outfits, but creating something yourself is really fun. Since I ended up writing so much I'm going to publish it on a web novel site.

saki: That sounds like a good idea.

unei: I want to keep challenging myself by trying new things. Because I'd be happy if any of those skills end up becoming beneficial for the store!

saki: Fufu, do your best.

unei: Ah... Oh right! I had to discuss something with Yakou-san. I have to step out for a bit, you can stay in the office however long you need to, Saki-san!

saki: Thank you. 

-unei leaves-

-aogiri walks in-

aogiri: Hello, Saki-san. I see you're awake now.

saki: Yes, sorry about that. I accidentally dozed off.

aogiri: It's no trouble at all. Were you reading that book? It was an interesting story, wasn't it? Though, I did find Unei-san being the Demon King to be a little unbelievable.

saki: That's true— No, wait, but I'm pretty sure Unei-san was the hero in the novel...

aogiri: Fufu. The truth is… I'm also capable of casting some magic. Whether you want to believe it or not is up to you.

—end

[quicksilverdrabbles]

Saturn: *walking down the path near Helgen, passing the Guardian stones*

Nebarra: I still don't know how you managed to get all the way from Markarth to Falkreath when your next destination is bloody Whiterun.

Saturn: I took a detour. Uncle didn't say I had to be back by a specific time.

Nebarra: Just because I don't know doesn't mean I asked.

Saturn: So rude.

Taliesin: *from afar* I wonder what the color blue smells like...

Saturn: What the hell.

Taliesin: *manic laughing* Oh Gods, I'm hallucinating!

Nebarra: ... Nope, we are leaving. Now.

Saturn: No, we are going directly towards that voice.

Nebarra: *groans* I will never understand why I follow you.

Saturn: You and me both, Nebby.

Nebarra: Stop calling me that!

Taliesin: And who in Oblivion are you two supposed to be?!

Saturn: Adventurers. Who the hell are... *frowns, recognizing him* You?

Taliesin: Huh? What in the world is that look for??

Saturn: ... The agent that went with Sanyon? I hadn't even realized we were in this part of Falkreath.

Nebarra: So we were lost, you idiot.

Saturn: Shut up. What was your name again..? It's on the tip of my tongue.

Taliesin: ... Taliesin.

Saturn: Nope, it wasn't that-

Taliesin: It's an alias. I'd prefer not to tell you my actual name if you're with the Thalmor. Do I know you?

Saturn: Maybe. *waves her hand, sighing* Saturn. Daughter of Elenwen.

Taliesin: ...? I didn't know Elenwen had a daughter. I've always heard she had a-

Saturn: Daughter. Like I said.

Taliesin: I see... Although, maybe you shouldn't be spreading that information around-

Saturn: *annoyed* I know that, ya' tuskin jerk.

Taliesin: So vulgar. And what on earth is with those clothes? With a drab outfit like that, you must have pieced it together from the clothes of all the different people you've slain!

Saturn: *wearing royal elven armor forged in Markarth* ?!?! I'll have you know I forged this armor myself, you ignorant squaking crow!

Taliesin: With that shoddy craftsmanship?

Saturn: It's better than those hideous Thalmor Robes!

Taliesin: HIDEOUS?! I'll have you know these are quite fashionable among Altmer!

Saturn: They're hardly even worthy of being worn by tusking peasants!

Taliesin: Listen here, you little- *stands from his place on the ground, realizing he barely even goes above her shoulder at full height* L-little- Gods you're quite tall, aren't you? One could mistake you for a giant.

Saturn: One more word out of you and I'm witholding this healing potion from you.

Taliesin: ...

Saturn: What on earth happened here, anyways? I'm told she was hoping you both would die, but one of you managed to live.

Taliesin: Tell her and I will spill your guts.

Saturn: Try it and I will paint the shrine of Talos with your blood.

Taliesin: Hah. Feisty.

Nebarra: Shut up, for Gods' sake-

Saturn: Anyways.. *tosses the healing potion at Taliesin* I'm not with the Thalmor anymore, and I won't tell my mother you survived. I'm actively trying to avoid her, actually. Setting out on my own, n' all.

Taliesin: Huh. You know you'll never be able to return, right?

Saturn: Was counting on it.

Taliesin: ... What say I go with you?

Nebarra: Absolutely not.

Saturn: Sure.

Nebarra: Why on earth would you want him with us?! What if he betrays you??

Saturn: He won't or else I'll make sure it's the last thing he does. *looks at Taliesin with an overly wide smile* Isn't that right, Tally?

Taliesin: Hah. Careful, I might actually start to like you.

Saturn: I would rather die.

Taliesin: The feeling is mutual.

~

For context, this is the height difference between Tally and Saturn LMFAO

She's so tall god-

[exrankluck]

Dear Vocalist Momochi Translation — @ NI・GA・TE

disclaimer: this is 90% AI-generated transcription and translation, some things might be inaccurate or awkward.

this is a bonus drama that came with the xtreme cd !

「Dear❤Vocalist Xtreme」 Tower Record Drama CD 「プライベート・ヴォーカリスト NI・GA・TE♥」 エントリーNo.5 モモチ CV.豊永利行

Ahh, that was close. We made it in time somehow.

Hey, you. When we get to the studio, someone might try to talk to you, but just ignore them, okay?

Got it?

I'm telling you, if you have any unnecessary conversations with the members or staff, you'll regret it later-

Tsk. Ah?! A-Ah…

Er, everyone!

Sorry for being late!

We were killing time at the cafe and she suddenly started feeling sick! Ahaha…

Yeah, but it looks like she's okay now! Right~?

Oh, mhm. Today's just a photo shoot for a magazine, so I wasn't planning on bringing her along…

Ah, this one here! She’s a big fan of the photographer who will be in charge of today's shoot!

She said she really wanted to come and watch, so I brought her along.

I'll make sure she doesn’t get in anyone's way... is that okay?

Thank you!

Y-Yeah.

It seems that way. The photographer is world-famous, right?

I'm really excited to have someone like that take my picture! I might even ask for their autograph on the way out, aha ha ha…

Ah, they've already called the car around. But we'll take a taxi there.

If her condition worsens again during the trip there, I don't want to inconvenience everyone, ehe.

No, it’s really fine. Don’t worry, we’re totally okay!

I know where the studio is, so don't worry and go ahead.

Yeah, see you later then!

sigh…Don’t just come out of nowhere and suddenly talk to me like that, tsk.

Look, we're going too. We’ll catch a taxi over there, so come with me.

[02:26]

Then, I have to go have makeup and stuff done now.

Hah? You’re excited?

You're not really planning on watching the shoot, are you~?

That's not allowed, you know. I'll be distracted if you're there.

So… I was thinking I would have you stay in a special place until it's over, hehe.

Of course. It’s here.

You can tell by looking, right? It's the cleaning supply closet.

It's a little narrow but if it’s just you, you should be able to squeeze in there, right?

I'll tell the other members you went home because you weren't feeling well or something, so don't come out of here until I say it's okay.

Got it?

Okay, hurry up and get in then.

Phew, that's good.

Alright, let's do our best for the shoot~

[03:50]

Eh, is that so? Then, is the pose like this for the next one?

I'm so happy to be praised by such a famous photographer!

Uh? What’s that thing you were talking about?

Ehh, techniques to bring out my best traits?

I wonder what it is. I'm excited.

Huh, what is that? A bucket?

W-wait a minute, techniques mean like - is this - huh - wait -

?!

Are you still gonna pour it on me?!

koff koff

…I-Is that so? That's good, if it's as you envisioned…ahahaha…

Ugh, this damn photographer, I want to hit him right now…!!

[5:20]

sigh What the hell was that photoshoot just now?

You can't just suddenly throw buckets of water on me over and over, can you?!

At least tell me beforehand!

Enough. I'm never doing this magazine again.

[5:38]

Yeah, that's true. I haven't even removed my makeup yet, so it might take a little longer.

Everyone else finished, right?

Then you can go home first. Thanks for your hard work.

Eh? You're waiting for me?

Why?

We're going out for drinks…all of us?

O-Oh, mhm. She left earlier.

Eh? Huh? Wait...

No, it's not about reserving seats or anything like that.

I never said I was going.

[06:40]

Late.

What are you doing?

I said to answer within 3 rings, didn’t I?

I'll hold it against you later.

By the way, you're still in the storage room from earlier, right?

Yeah.

Then come out of there right now and come to a store called Kararia on the second floor of the building, next to the studio.

It's a shitty closet, so even if it's locked, you can open it from the inside, right?

LINE (text) me when you’re in front of the store.

Come within 10 minutes.

See you!

[07:39]

Tsk, they’re still not here.

…Eh?

No no, I'm not talking about the drinks, forget I said anything!

*phone vibrates*

Uh - Huh? I wonder what's wrong with her…?!

Well... she made it home but she seems to be feeling really sick. Maybe I should take her to the hospital.

That’s right. I'm worried about her, so is it okay if I go home first?

I know we were just having fun here, sorry!

[08:34]

Ahh, I’m tired.

Come on, you too. Let's go home quickly.

And by the way, you're way too late.

I said to come within 10 minutes, what happened?

I wanted to go home as fast as possible.

Anyways…

When we get back, you'll be punished for eeeverything at once.

So be ready for it.

Got it~?

[thinkhappythxughts]

https://www.tumblr.com/thinkhappythxughts/715679906573484032/tw-transphobia-the-terfs-trying-to-screen?source=share

hi there! sorry, this is sort of a weird ask — feel free to ignore.

i’m just a queer trans person who’s wanted to transition for years but my family is not really on board with it. i was really hoping to go to uni and transition there, and Edinburgh is one of the places I’ve been aiming to apply to. except… the city seems so transphobic?^ as someone who seems to have been there/knows a bit abt the uni, i was wondering if you wouldn’t mind talking about the city a little bit, in regards to this, if you would up to it? weirdly enough i do know lots of people who live there, i just don’t know them well enough to ask stuff like this dhjgfdjfb

hi there anon!

so firstly, full disclosure that I haven't lived in Edinburgh for about a year now, but my sister still does so I visit all the time. Generally, I think the city is a great place to live if you're trans, or queer in general. There's a great queer scene with clubs and sober spaces, Edinburgh pride is great, Portobello (Porty) pride is well worth a visit and only a bus from the city centre, Glasgow pride is also great if you can get the train across. Events like the terf screening are absolutely an outlier, stuff like that is gonna happen in big cities just due to numbers - it is the capital of Scotland after all. Occasionally there are random terf stickers on lampposts, but i've seen at least twice as many pro-trans stickers about. In regards to that screening, the number of people who turned out to protest far outnumbered the people actually there to see the stupid film, and the protest was supported by the uni's staff pride network (i know because my sister was there on their behalf as an organiser/first-aider hah)

on that note, i think edinburgh uni is also pretty good for trans stuff - I wasn't out as trans yet when i was at uni, but I had friends who were trans and they didn't seem to have any issues on the uni/admin side of things. The uni has a pretty good student pride society, and as i mentioned, there's a staff pride network, so there's a solid bunch of staff who would be in your corner if you did have any issues. The uni's student support in general is okay - the general standard for that stuff honestly isn't great in the UK, and I wouldn't say edinburgh's is amazing, but they did help me out a couple of times (with non-lgbt stuff).

you'll probably know more about me than the applications process for uni in regards to chosen name etc, and it depends if you're applying through UCAS (in the UK) or if you're abroad, so i'll leave you to more knowledgeable people on that. I would say that if you apply in your chosen name, any post you receive about applications will be in the name you apply with, so keep that in mind if the people you live with aren't supportive - terribly sorry that you're in that situation, by the way. It really does get better once you're away from them.

in regards to transition, if you're wanting to be referred to a GIC, you'll likely be referred to Chalmers centre, which seems to have a waiting time of about 2 years currently - that sounds like a lot but from what i can gather, that's quite a lot lower than most places in the UK (i'm in NE england and my nearest centre isn't even taking referrals because their waiting list is 6+years long 😭). Once you're registered with a GP you should be able to ask them about a referral and they can give you more info.

overall I think that Scotland is probably just a better place to live if you're trans in the UK - scottish parliament supported self-ID (i'm actually unsure if this has come into effect yet, need to do some googling) and if they weren't under the UK gov, they were going introduce legal third gender options too. The SNP and scottish parliamentary partiers absolutely have some outspoken transphobes, but they're much more of an outlier than in westminster, so generally i think the outlook for trans people is just way more positive in Scotland - I'm certainly planning to move back there as soon as the circumstances line up for me. It's pretty scary everywhere in the UK right now in terms of policy (and general attitude, to an extent) but yeah i think overall Edinburgh and Scotland in general are your best bet.

If you have any more questions or anything i'm happy to chat! Absolute best of luck to you, no matter where you end up, both with your transition and uni in general 💜

[venusararara]

Guys I just had the silliest thought EVER and its such a dumb porno concept so cw smut, cummies, fuckies, demon cock, floor

Here you go, Gatherine lovers, this one goes out to you HFKS

MDNI AS ALWAYS

This is properly formatted for renpy/python just ignore the tags, g = gatherine, y = you

It's a rough draft 4 the nsfw dlc

"Gatherine brushes up against you and feverishly unbuckles your restraints, noticeably flustered."

g "You have to go home, uh, you can't stay here, we have this {i}bug{i} going around right now and everyone is getting it."

y "{i}Bug?{i}"

g "Yeah, like, an illness or disease. It's highly contagious. Like, everyone is fucking everyone upstairs."

"She refuses to elaborate any further."

"Your hands are now free."

"Gatherine grabs your hand and pulls you up, leading you to the exit."

g "I'm sorry for this whole ordeal, let your neighbor know I'm looking for them, okay?"

"You're struck with a sudden feeling of fire in your gut."

"You stop following her."

"Gatherine stops and turns around to look at you."

g "Why did you stop? We have to get you home."

"She's very red in the face. The sexual frustration is practically leaking from her pores."

y "I think I caught the bug."

g "FUCK."

"She ponders."

g "Then you can't leave, you'll spread it to the outside world. Guess you're stuck here, bud."

"You can feel the blood rushing to your face and groin."

"Gatherine's eye contact doesn't falter, begging you to run."

"You don't, though. You want this."

y "... I think I'm okay with that..."

"You lean in for a kiss, where Gatherine's face connects with yours hungrily."

"She slams you against the wall and drags you down to the cold, metal floor."

"This virus must act fast, you already feel like you're going to bust."

"You plead for her to release you from the feeling."

y "Hah... I want you..."

"Gatherine flips you over and rips into the seat of your pants with a boxcutter, panting."

g "Fuck, I can barely stand you stupid mortals, you're all so tantalizing..."

"She takes a handful of your hair and shoves your face to the cold floor, pinning you to the ground and restricting your movement."

"The sound of a zipper coming undone."

"You nearly scream when she shoves it in you, unlubed. She apologizes before she begins rutting into you, stretching your hole."

"Her member moves around inside of you with a mind of it's own."

"Tears escape your eyes, though you're in ecstasy."

"Once she figures you're adequately stretched out, Gatherine thrusts into you with a roughness."

"She makes it to the base, her hips smacking against your ass with every thrust."

"You shed tears, but moan with every movement of her hip. Her smooth cock has made a home for itself in your hole, and almost feels like it belongs there."

"You cum fast, but she keeps going."

"It puddles beneath you, soaking into your bottoms."

"Gatherine continues to use you for a good, long while, her circumference stretching you to your limit."

"You get to the point where you can't cum anymore, your parts leaking, mouth drooling."

"Suddenly, Gatherine releases her seed into your ruined hole with an echoing moan."

"Pulling herself out of you, she remarks how wet your pants are and pulls them off of you."

"They smack the floor with a loud, wet plop."

"Gatherine attempts to speak calmly to you, winded."

g "You'll never guess how loose you are right now."

"She's able to easily slip her entire fist into your slutty oriface, causing you to involuntary shiver."

"You moan, and she pulls her hand out."

"She gestures to your pants."

g "You'll never be able to wear these again, I'll throw them out."

"You realize you're laying belly-first on a cold, metal floor, dripping a mixture of cum and demon eggs."

"You're wearing nothing but a shirt, which doesn't cover your genitals."

y "I'm cold."

"Gatherine takes her sweater off the floor and gives it to you."

g "Here, it'll keep you warm. Clean yourself up, too, you don't want those eggs to stay inside of you."

"She leads you to the bathroom, thoroughly satisfied."

g "... That was cool of you. I hope you're feeling better, too."

"Gatherine pats your back and leaves you at the bathroom door."

g "I'm glad you're here."

"Your body is sore and will surely bruise, but the pain you're feeling feels good right now."

y "Me too."

[dxy-drxxm]

⭐ | COMMISSION III : "I'm NOT A Nice Guy."

Kunimitsu had a feeling that this commission was a mistake, just like the others he's seen. And after talking to the man, he could ascertain that he was right on that judgement.

From what he told them, it seemed very clearly that he had been rejected by the Mirror Maiden he met.

Yes, it seems as though he had good intentions at first and although his way of showing it is... Strange, to warrant that kind of reaction after being denied of anything else is extremely worrisome.

Navina couldn't help but laugh nervously, asking, "Well, have you ever... Um, spoke to her before, maybe?"

"I have, indeed!" The man answered, placing a hand on his chest. "As a high value man with an eye of perceiving beauty—"

Dear God, what a narcissist.

"—I've seen various ladies in the dating scene and even outside it, and she was quite the looker! She hailed from Snezhnaya, and I simply just wish to offer her something to compliment her beauty!"

The wanderer's eye twitched.

"However, it was almost like she ignored my request and walked away from me without a word!" He huffed, ignorant of the looks between the two.

"As a man, women don't seem to perceive the efforts we put forth into them and keep taking till we have nothing!"

"... And th—" Navina tried to speak, but the man they were dealing with cut them off.

"I'm a nice guy to these women, but with how cold she must be to simply ignore a gift from a high value guy, she must be planning! Scheming, even!"

Navina blinked.

"But—"

"You agree, don't you, attorney? Oh! She must certainly be planning something! And you must help me see what it is that she's doing behind our backs— it'd be terrible if the city is in disarray!"

"Wait, I didn't—"

"I'll pay you extra if you do it! So, will you?"

The albino was about to say no, but with a surprising turn of events, Kunimitsu cuts them off and speaks up instead.

"Fine. However, you have to pay us now or we won't do what you're asking."

"Huh—?! Kuni—"

"Deal!"

Ugh, why won't these guys let me SPEAK?!

Navina was not in a great mood as they left the area, grumbling as Kunimitsu looked over to them. Noticing the look of anger on their face, he sighed.

"Are you mad that I cut you off, Navina?"

"Mad? Me?" They forced out a laugh, hissing, "What do you think, jackass? You guys cut me off during the whole thing!"

Are they always so volatile?

"You were going to deny it, but he'd just force us to it in his terms anyway," he rebutted, flicking their head so they'd stumble for a moment and compose themselves.

"I know what those guys are like. Pompous bastards don't really care what you think, so all you can do is agree and bail."

The albino grumbled but took the drinks he was offering, taking a sip of the one in their hands.

"So? What are you planning to do? I don't feel like dealing with a guy that can't take a single no."

"Hah? What do you think?" He scoffs, giving them a look. "You'll find that Mirror Maiden he mentioned."

... what.

"I'll tell him that we tried to look for her but found her dead somewhere so he'd stop hoping for her. You know I can't tolerate the Fatui after what happened in Sumeru."

...

Navina didn't have anything to say to that, considering he was right on that regard. Maybe it was better that... Well, they deal with it.

"... And you're saying we should keep the truth hidden?"

"Exactly. Besides, I've been meaning to tell him a thing or two— it sounded like he's just exaggerating on the whole interaction."

Navina sighed.

"... Alright. I'll let you know what I find, then."

"I'm telling you, he's so pushy. I'm surprised that you've managed to avoid garnering his interest even more."

"I doubt I was able to... You were there and helped me with escaping from him, after all. I doubt he'd let me go if he knew I was lying."

... huh? Aren't those the ladies he described to me and Kuni back at the square?

Walking over to the murmuring Fatui, they coughed and spoke up, "Excuse me, miss—"

The two flinched and looked over to the albino, seemingly apprehensive. Upon noticing that they weren't the client, the taller woman relaxed, nodding.

"... Apologies. We thought you were that man."

...

Oh, God, they thought, eyeing the features of the maskless Mirror Maiden. She looks really pretty...

... wait. Focus, damn it!

"That man?" They asked, realizing what was going on. "Ah, do you mean the one that offered a rose as a gift?"

The mirror maiden nodded, her lips pursed to a frown as she spoke, "Yes, that's him. I'm assuming that he told you that I'm planning something after ignoring his gift?"

"Haha..." They chuckled weakly, but sighed and nodded. "He did, and... He definitely painted you as a terrible woman with how he put you down."

The electro cicin mage next to her scowled, green eyes glaring at Navina then facing the taller maiden.

"See? Ugh, I'm so glad to have saved you from talking to him!"

"Is that so?" She mused, closing her eyes with a sigh. "I... Guess you're right. Guys here are quite persistent, even when I've told him I'm dating someone else."

—!?

"Pardon me, but you're dating someone else, miss?" They asked, eyes widening in surprise. The taller one nodded, and the purple haired mage smirked.

"She's dating me," she proudly stated, making her girlfriend blush and chuckle in embarrassment. "And that creep decided to approach my girlfriend when I was out buying sweets for her! Of course, she's a sweetheart so she can't deny him, but he spells bad news when I came by."

"Ah... And you told her to deny the rose, right?"

"Of course! Besides, who buys roses in this day and age?" The cicin mage huffs, as if angered by the notion. "He didn't even try to strike up a conversation to her— you know what he did? He just took her hand, kissed the back of it, and offered the rose to her!"

...

Navina blinked once. Twice.

"And when she denied it and we tried to leave? He got mad— started spewing things like, 'oh, of course she'd deny! She's from the Fatui!' and 'I'm a nice guy, but you're a cold-hearted lady!', and it made her upset!"

... ah. I see where this is going.

They nodded sympathetically at the two, frowning as they answered, "Well, if it's of any reassurance... My partner will be dealing with the situation. He's commissioned us to look for you and see what you're up to, but..."

They noticed the look from the two ladies and laughed.

"Knowing him, he's definitely telling him off for his behavior to us. I'm sure you two will be able to hear about it the next day if you two return to the square."

Oh, I know it'll happen, Navina thought, watching the two girls looking relieved and thanking them.

After all, he's got a way to say it where it really stings.

[hisakata-resutomoshibi]

Part two to this post that no one asked for-

There are smiles of Mikuni's that remind Jeje of someone, though he can not quite place who that someone is.

These are the ones that are most meaningful, the ones that Mikuni lets show unfiltered, un-tempered with hidden plans or ulterior motive; a purely honest smile that reaches from the corners of his gently curved lips up to his eyes, melting them from cold steel to sun warmed gold. They are Jeje's favorites, even though he could probably count the number of times he's seen them in the years they've been together on just two hands.

There were other things about Mikuni that rang familiar, like a church bell in the foggy morning, but Jeje didn't like to think too deeply about things like that. The past was best left where it was for unchangeable things would only ever bring stasis and suffering to the soul. All of this would run occasionally through his mind, incorporeal, idle musings that held no sway over his mood, and he would let them, carefully keeping his distance until they had once more passed. It remained this way until one morning when he glanced towards the kitchen doorway after hearing Mikuni give a frustrated shout.

"Damn it!" He yelled once more for good measure, staring down at the pancake he had been attempting to catch in the pan, and missed by a good three feet, sending batter splattering across the floor.

Jeje turned back to his ship, hiding the tiny smile that hovered over his lips. He had warned him that it was more difficult than it looked.

"What do you say we just skip the pancakes?" Mikuni asked boisterously, coming to lean in the doorway, arms crossed as he watched Jeje work. "And call a maid service."

Still fighting the telltale look of amusement, Jeje kept his head down, back bent over the miniature, and Mikuni huffed in annoyance. When, after seven stitches along the sail, he still hadn't returned to the kitchen, Jeje sighed and finally glanced back at him. "I'm not hungry."

"You're never hungry!" Mikuni accused, throwing his hands up. "Well, I need coffee at least." But he made no move to turn back and instead his eyes shifted to the small sail held so carefully in Jeje's hand and he grinned, that snarky, unwelcome grin that Jeje found so grating. "So, what's with the tiny boats anyway?"

He asked it as a slight, as a harmless poke at Jeje as he was so wont to do whenever he was feeling inadequate or embarrassed and normally Jeje let these roll off his back, forgiving the youth their ignorance, but something about the question was sharp and quick. It took aim and hit a memory that Jeje had not even known he had lost. As he sat, staring unseeingly at Mikuni, he felt the small needle and canvas square fall from his hands, and Mikuni's gaze shifted from teasing to a curious worry as he watched but Jeje could not find his tongue to redirect the situation.

A name had hit him with the force of a bullet. A soft, lilting name that he had not said or heard in over four centuries.

Matteo.

Matteo had taught him the infuriating art of bottling ships.

All at once, as though it had been a floodgate that had suddenly been thrown open, everything that had been repressed came flowing back, drowning him in the fear and rage and hurt again. So heavy and loud were the waves of emotion that it was several times before he heard Mikuni call his name and when he finally pulled himself back up, resurfaced from beneath the crushing weight of failure and regret, it was to find Mikuni crouched in front of him, brows twisted in unease, hands resting on his stiff shoulders.

"Are you ok?"

If he had been any more in his right mind, Jeje would have found it absolutely staggering to hear such a simple, caring question directed at him, but as it was, he was not capable of thought, and so he merely stared blankly back into the wild golden eyes and tried to decide if he was actually going to throw up.

With all the force of will left in his body he managed finally to breath a weak "yeah" and then could only pray Mikuni would lose interest, his ever busy mind discarding the experience as inconsequential. At first it seemed that Mikuni was going to ask another question, try to dig deeper into the newly unearthed, bloody remains of Jeje's sanity, but after a moment his eyes darted away, back towards the kitchen, and he stood, letting his hands fall from where they rested.

"Get ready to go. I wanna go into town for a cappuccino."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The fresh morning air was welcome and helped to clear his head. 

It was rather sunny and so he had finally given up the effort and simply wrapped himself around Mikuni's neck as he so often did, secretly reveling in the warmth. Mikuni's endless chatter also helped to soothe him and soon enough he was dozing off, having learned long ago that listening to anything Mikuni said with any amount of concentration was pointless. It was better to just get the gist, check out, and then when prompted, respond affirmatively.

Times like this, times without subterfuge and scheming and fighting were his favorite and Jeje always tried to keep the feeling of them bundled up tightly and safely where he could access it again later. He grew so tired of the constant warring, and, if he were being honest, a content, safe Mikuni was far better than a frigid, angered one. This Mikuni, like the one that made pancakes sometimes and liked lavender scented candles and would play solitaire and drink coffee all morning, was softer and gentler, less likely to poke and prod and be generally annoying. It was definitely Jeje's favorite version, but he was so very unusual to see.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It seemed that Mikuni had taken more note of Jeje's strange episode than he had let on for it soon became apparent that he was suggesting more and more early morning walks with badly concealed concern, his tone light and fake as he insisted that the coffee shop downtown was better and he just simply couldn't bare to have anything else.

"You are so dramatic." Jeje sighed finally, standing in defeat and tucking the small book he had been reading back into his pocket. "Let's go."

"What is that?" Mikuni asked, his eyes tracking the movement of Jeje's hands as he retied the cinch at his waist.

"What is what?"

"That little book."

Jeje hesitated, it was rare for Mikuni to show any interest in anything Jeje did at all aside from the occasional mad inquiry, and when he found genuine interest in Mikuni's expression, he gave in and pulled the book free once more. Holding it out for Mikuni to take, he started towards the door. "I'll tell you on the way."

It wasn't until several blocks later that he finally began to explain, glancing over and watching as Mikuni browsed the first few pages of the little directory. "It is a book of-"

"Names!" Mikuni interrupted, eyes still glued to the tiny text. "But they're odd."

"They are predominantly Italian." When Mikuni only raised a brow in question, he continued. "Genealogies of Vatican City, and any related diocese."

"Uh huh." Mikuni hummed skeptically. "And why are you reading this? Is this what your little errand was the other day? You went to the library?"

Jeje did not dignify this with a response, deciding he had said enough. There was no need to explain that he had been- was- desperately scouring any and all census sheets, service rosters, anything he could find, for the name Matteo Rossi. It wasn't anything he wanted to explain even if he could figure out a way to. But Mikuni was clever, dangerously so, and soon he was watching Jeje, the book still clutched in his hands.

"Who are you looking for?"

Closing his eyes, Jeje sighed. It was no use trying to keep anything from Mikuni, he knew this, had relied until now on his inherent disinterest in anything about him to protect him from prying eyes, but as was always the case with such a troublesome man, he had decided at exactly the wrong time to become invested. "A man I used to know."

A strange emotion passed over Mikuni's face, one that Jeje could not quite place, as though he were painfully curious but angry, and he flipped the book closed, handing it back. "How typical." When Jeje did not answer, he pointed out over the street. "That's the shop I'm trying today, come on."

The sky had been over cast when they left and was still obligingly dark and so it was that Jeje was following along on his own two feet today. When he had just stepped up to the curb across the street he heard it- the soft, musical voice of someone speaking quick, fluent Italian. It struck some secret place deep in his mind and without thinking he froze, eyes searching the crowd, somehow knowing, feeling it in his gut that- yes- just in front of them, sitting in the cozy little veranda chairs of the very coffee shop that Mikuni had set his heart on, were two men. Each was dressed in long black robes, the telltale vestments laid carefully over their shoulders- Jeje would know the look anywhere- with steaming mugs of drink clutched in their hands, but it wasn't the dress of the men that caught his eye, but the shining autumn brown of the youngers hair, soft and constant looking as though he had just stepped from out of a summer storm.

In a daze, Jeje found himself walking towards the table where the men sat, unsure why he was even approaching. When he came to rest at the very edge of their table, both glanced quizzically up at him and he was suddenly terrified. They could not see his face, and it would not matter if they could or not either way surely, but what of his soul? Could they sense it? None had ever before but that had been years, centuries, ago.

"Is there something we can help you with?" The younger one asked brightly, smiling. The other man threw him a vaguely disgruntled look and Jeje could have laughed. 

Of course. Matteo always was a bleeding heart.

Jeje felt Mikuni's curiosity pull at him through the contract, sharp and impatient, but he ignored it, and for the first time in all the recent years, spoke without the use of the illusionary magic of his curse, the words fitting like a glove on his tongue, a language he had never thought to need again. “No. I’m sorry, Father.”

"Ah! It is always so nice to hear a familiar language, no?" He responded in Italian as well now and Jeje felt the eons slide away, leaving him oddly bereft and exposed.

Mikuni's curiosity had spiked, tinted now with an almost violent irritation, when he had failed to understand what Jeje had said and, fearlessly, he barged suddenly forward, putting himself too closely to Jeje's elbow, staring down at the men. "Who is this?"

At his words, the young mans brows rose in subtle amusement and he once more smiled. "I am Father Matthias." He said, holding out a hand.

Jeje had never been more tempted to shoot Mikuni on the spot then when he merely snorted, arms crossed defiantly across his chest and refused the offer. To his credit, Matthias seemed unfazed by this and after a moment glanced at Jeje and extended the same hand. It was with great trepidation, nay, an almost debilitating hesitation, that he finally reached out and clasped it in his own.

It was like any other hand, warm and smooth; there was no shock, no angry gods lightning strike, just a simple handshake. Unsure if he was disappointed or relieved, he withdrew his and swallowed nervously. Why had he approached these men? What did he hope to accomplish? This was not truly Matteo, and never would be. There had been no spark of recognition in his soft brown eyes, no sudden flash of memory or past life. He should not have come over here. He should walk away right now, spare himself the anguish and the tangible building of Mikuni's wrath. He should-

"Why don't you have a seat?" Matthias asked, gesturing to the two empty seats at the table. "We just got here and like I said, it's always nice to hear the mother tongue!"

He sat down, not thinking, acting on impulse, and behind him heard Mikuni make a strangled noise of outrage. Not bothering to wonder if he would throw a fit and run away or not, he turned towards the other man and held out his hand.  "It's a pleasure to meet you."

After staring at him for a moment, he put out his hand as well, meeting him in the middle, wrapping calloused, short fingers over his. "Father Angelo."

Matthias clapped him on the shoulder and laughed. "You're always so dour!"

Jeje's heart, already beating at an irregular, surely unhealthy, tempo, sped up and he barely kept the gasp building in his chest from breaking free and falling garishly on the table in front of everyone. Hands clamped unseen on his thighs, he bit his tongue until he tasted blood and struggled to stay afloat.

"So what are you two supposed to be?" Mikuni asked suddenly, apparently having decided that his curiosity outweighed his annoyance. Leaning forward on the table, arms crossed, he tipped his head to indicate the deep purple stole that lay over their shoulders. "Priests?"

"Obviously." Jeje muttered under his breath, earning a kick to his ankle from Mikuni who continued to smile predacious-ly across the table.

"Correct!" Matthias said, pointing down at his robes.

"We're exorcists." Angelo then cut in, watching Mikuni as though waiting for a specific reaction.

He had feared it. In seeing the collars and rosaries, Jeje had come to the conclusion that they must be so, but had held out a vain hope, a desperate plea, that he was wrong, had simply forgotten even more than he originally thought he had lost to the sands of time. It had been a surprise to find that, when he had met those familiar warm, kind eyes, he had felt no anger, no hatred or loathing, just a simple yearning and pitiful nostalgia. Now, sneaking a look at Matthias as he leaned forward, immune to Mikuni's prickly aura, to explain their reason for being here, Jeje realized that he also was not shocked that, in a world such as this, where he could be ripped from the mortal plain so easily, where werewolves and demons and vampires were real, he did not find it at all hard to believe that reincarnation was also a fact of life.

"So tell me!" Matthias turned to Jeje, expression open and friendly. "Your pronunciation is beautiful! Where did you grow up?"

"Ah. I was from... Vatican City." He stumbled over the name, distracted by the increasingly interested looks Mikuni was giving him; no doubt he would be paying for this when they got home. Throwing caution to the winds, he continued, trying to keep his voice audible despite his nerves. "I studied. In the seminary. There."

"You don't say!" Matthias exclaimed, grinning. "What stopped you?"

Still studiously ignoring Mikuni's quiet, varying sounds of surprise, he hesitated, chest tight. "I was- not suited to the calling."

His eyes softening in compassion, Matthias laid a hand on Jeje's arm where it rested on the table. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked. We all have different fates. There are many ways to answer Him."

Jeje was staring down at the hand, the gentle fingers and pale expanse of skin, just as freckled as his face, and it was only when Mikuni subtly dug a boot into his ankle that he tore his eyes away. Feeling his face heat and for just a moment forgetting that they could not see it, he ducked his head down. "That may be true, yes." He managed to murmur. Matthias withdrew his hand slowly, looking curious but didn't say anything, and it was, strangely, Mikuni who broke the ensuing silence.

"As I'm sure you've both surmised, I am not from Italy. But I am interested- tell me, how does one go about becoming a priest?" He was staring hard at Angelo, singling him out to answer and leaving Matthias free, amused and trying not to laugh, to turn to Jeje once more.

Still grinning, he shrugged to indicate that he had no intentions of rescuing Angelo from Mikuni's rabid questioning and instead leaned over, pointing at the bag over Jeje's head. "Forgive me, as you've already seen I have a tendency to stick my foot in my mouth-" He laughed and Jeje almost gave himself away, almost let slip a wistful "I know", and then continued. "But I wanted to ask. Why do you have that on?"

A hand reaching up unconsciously to pat lightly at the brown pressed pulp, Jeje bit his lip. What kind of explanation even made sense? He couldn't possibly claim he was embarrassed, what kind of human wore a paper bag over their head anyway? Mikuni sure made fun of it often enough. But the truth, that he was ashamed, that his heart fluttered in panic at the very thought of anyone that had ever known him seeing his face after he had become this monstrous betrayal to his every faith and belief, was no more an option than saying he simply liked it. All of a sudden he realized it had taken him too long to answer and Matthias' brow was creasing in worry and before Jeje could stop himself, just wanting to wipe the anxious look from his face, he blurted the first thing that came to mind. "My eyes. They're... frightening."

"Is that all?!" Matthias exclaimed. "My friend, you have nothing to fear here. I have seen all you can imagine. Why don't you remove it? Just for the rest of our lunch?"

Never would he have dreamed of doing it, never would he have allowed himself the foolish indulgence, but he wasn't given the choice. Like an unexpected flash of lightning, Mikuni reached over and, pinching the very corner of the bag carefully between his fingers, whipped it off. As his hair fluttered down and free across his shoulders, Jeje turned to stare accusingly at Mikuni, the sudden anger he felt frightening, but froze when he was met with a somber, sparkling gold gaze. Without a word, Mikuni gently folded the bag up and laid it on the table, placing his arm securely over it, and looked back to Angelo, expression bland as though he had never looked away.

"It seems your companion doesn't think you need it either." Matthias said brightly when Jeje had finally found the courage to glance over.

"Either?"

"I don't see anything strange." He said levelly, eyes wide in sincerity as they looked straight into Jeje's red ones. "Now, with the fresh air, what do you say we get something warm? I've always found stew to be a good outdoor food."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It would seem strange to Jeje for the rest of his existence that Matthias had not said anything, not mentioned the devil in his eyes or the unnatural pallor to his skin, but it was something that, like all the other somethings, he preferred not to think about. A simple memory that could warm or chill depending on the lens it was viewed through. Now, months, years, centuries later, glancing over and finding Mikuni perched beside him on the couch, tongue between his teeth as he tried, enraged, to fit the sail he had sewn through the neck of the bottle, he thought that maybe that wasn't such a bad thing.

"You must fol-"

"I know already!" Mikuni snapped, almost dropping his hold on the tweezers. "You've told me! Why do you do this?! It's infuriating!"

"It was a comfort."

Lowering the bottle and peering over, Mikuni hummed thoughtfully. "A comfort from what?"

The question surprised Jeje, still so unlike Mikuni it was to ask, and so he didn't think before he answered. "From the fear and tedium."

"Fear of God?"

Unsure if it was jest or genuine, Jeje merely sighed, looking away, out the bay window to the porch over which he could see the afternoon sun sinking lower and lower, towards the horizon line of the new city they had found. "Fear of failure."

"How could you fail?"

Hiding the small smirk as it crossed, fleetingly, over his lips, Jeje shrugged before reaching out and taking the bottle from Mikuni. "Is it not obvious that I did?"

"Who was that man? Really."

His tone was low, leaving no room to avoid, and Jeje frowned. He had been afraid that Mikuni would bring it up again. When they had parted ways, leaving the two ill fated priests at the café, he had watched Jeje like a hawk, refusing to let him out of his sight for the next forty eight hours and finally, at his breaking point, Jeje had resorted to his snake form, knowing in that at least, his expression was indecipherable. Mikuni, out of character, had not said anything about it, only made sure that Jeje was wrapped around his neck wherever they went. If he hadn't know better he would have thought, indulged in the idea, that Mikuni was actually worried he might disappear, running off to find the ruins of his past. Whether it was emotion or simple self preservation that motivated this intense vigil didn't matter. It was just nice to know that if he were there or not mattered in the slightest.

"He was..." He trailed off, unsure how to explain. Knowing in his heart, dead as it may be, that it had been Matteo, was different than saying it out loud. And in the end, he still wasn't sure he even wanted the truth to be heard. Matteo was never going to be safe, never have the life he truly deserved, because somewhere along the line his soul had been so ensnared with the evil he had ignorantly summoned he was now fated for a path that Jeje could do nothing about.

Eventually, tenacity fueled by their meeting, Jeje had managed to dig up a roster that listed one Father Matteo Rossi. He had lived in the same seminary, the same time; there was no question. The aged little book, now clutched worryingly tightly in Jeje's hands, had gone on to say that Father Matteo, upon his ordainment had chosen to branch out and been quite successful, listed as one of the Vatican's top exorcists. He had had few partners, often going alone, choosing places and people far removed from their home, leaving with little expectation to return, only to do so, shocking those that had bid him farewell. Viewed fondly by all who met or knew of him, his reputation had brought him fame and status, though it appeared it was never something he made use of. In the end, after fifteen or so odd years, he had met his end, and that's where the information had abruptly cut off. In a fit, Jeje had hunted up everything even remotely related that he could find, well aware he would regret knowing the details but needing them all the same.

When he had finally returned home that day he had slid beneath the couch, finding the heat register that ran along the wall and curling up on it. Mikuni had already dragged him through the coals about his daily excursions to the library and now, after what he had found out, he wasn't sure, even being immortal, that he could survive another sarcastic tongue lashing. He must have dozed off because it was here that Mikuni found him, hours later, and after pushing the couch back, pulled him free.

"You should have known better than to go digging." Was all he said, wrapping Jeje around his neck and wandering back to the bedroom.

Now, weeks later, he seemed to have deemed it a once more breachable topic and yet Jeje was still unable to answer him. Perhaps it was simply that there was no answer; there never had been. "He was a friend." He said plainly.

Watching Mikuni consider this response, he wondered if maybe this was, in itself, an answer, that the similarities between them, that spark of sass and fire, the innate ability to annoy, the quick silver smiles like honeyed light, were all that mattered, if that, in Mikuni, Matteo and Jeje himself, might be able to find forgiveness. Mikuni finally turned to him, mouth open to say something but Jeje interrupted, freeing the words that had lay buried so deeply for so long before he could even decide not to.

"I think you're my fate."

[onlyseokmins]

a tiger's dominion [1] • k.s.y.

“Some days you tame the tiger, and some days the tiger has you for lunch.” 

Pairing: kwon soonyoung x afab!reader

Genres: porn with PLOT (minors dni!), camstars!au, university!au, best friends/idiots!au, goofy comedy, cheesy fluff, a sprinkle of angst

Warnings: cam shows and camera sex obv, swearing, prolly fake myths about sex and stuff idk ignore it for plot pls fdksj, sort of mutual masturbation (m&f), reader wears hoshi's clothes, hoshi regards his viewers as females, pet names like kittens, pussycats, etc., degradation, hypothetical shower sex, mentions of breeding, b00bs <333, WAP lmao, sex toys (vibrator/dildo), fingering, squirting, multiple orgasms, me thinking I'm sooo funny and uhh as always lmk if i missed anything!

WC: 8.5k

A/N: I can't believe this is going to be my hoshi fic debut but that's what it is! Special thanks to marvelous @huiranghaes for reaching out and asking me to join the svthub collab and the lovely mushroom for letting me write in her place (this is for her honestly 🥺), please check out the other incredible works on the masterlists! Also special thanks to my darling bestie wife @onlymingyus for helping w/ the planning details, confidence boosting, and so much more! P.S. there are some fun cameos and crossovers scattered throughout, do lmk if you want in on one in future parts :D

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"Horang-HEY kittens," the man purrs — yes, purrs — voice low and gravelly. It's not a surprise, considering his dick is already out for all to see as he slowly begins jerking himself off. "How're my pretty lil pussycats doing this fine evening? Desperate for me already? Don't be shy 'cause I'm already leaking for you."

You inhale sharply through your nose as comments flash rapidly across the screen. You can practically hear the pings of monetary value that just have to be pouring through even though you're on the other side of the camera. Reminding yourself that this is a recording, you wiggle the mouse and skip ahead.

"Whoa, wait! What are you doing?" A voice screeches in a different register but it's similar enough tone to the one echoing from your speakers.

With a frown, you look down at the hand that shot out to grab your own. It seems inconceivable to think that the tiny fingers over yours are the same ones wrapped around the red, hard cock dripping with pre-cum in the video. Perhaps that's why it looks so... big. It's the only explanation you'll accept.

You regret glancing once more at your laptop's paused screen because the smirk displayed right before it cuts off at the top now plays on the lips of the man sitting next to you.

"You're gonna miss all the good stuff!"

"I'm not missing anything, Soonyoung. You cam and you're a dude. I'm sure there's nothing new here that I haven't seen before."

The silver-haired man gasps, scandalized. "You think I'm unoriginal. Me. 0riginalTiger69? The one and only Hoshi? Hah! What would you know? You said you don't even watch porn."

"I don't. Why would I need to use anything to get off when I can simply turn on the camera and have everyone watch me instead?"

"So you're only horny when you cam? You never, like, do it alone? Watch some things here and there."

"These days? Not really, don't need to."

Soonyoung shakes his head. "Wow..."

"I'm not insatiable, goofball. Sure I watched livestreams when I first started for some inspo but now... well, you'll find out your stamina can only peak for so long."

"I have incredible stamina, thank you very much. My kittens love it. Salivate over it. Something you'd know if you watch any of my videos."

"Which I'm not going to," you sigh, "and you did not just say kittens with a straight face. I'll find it super amusing if you're still able to go at the same pace you are now some time down the road."

"They're my lovely kittens and don't worry, I'll be sure to keep you updated." His eyes narrow. "You know, you're awfully calm about finding out how your best friend is a camboy."

"Compared to you, yes." Referring to his call at three in the morning, shrieking in your ear that he finally connected all the dots. "You'd be surprised how many familiar faces are scattered throughout the community."

"How many do you know? Have you watched their shows?"

You throw your hands up in the air. "Omigod, how many times do I have to say, I don't watch porn! I make it!"

"Okay, okay." Technically, Soonyoung should know better than to rile you up with long nails waving dangerously close to his face. But he still presses on. "All I'm saying is that you're insanely chill about all of this."

"Bestie, we've been at this since you knocked on my door at ass 'o clock."

"It was only ten!"

"You know I don't wake up before noon!" You take a deep breath. "What's even the point of all of this?"

Soonyoung's brown eyes dart across your room. Taking in the expensive tripod and lighting setup at the desk to the strange, almost clinical, neatness of the rest of your bedroom. How easily he believed when you said it was an investment to perfect your scholarly presentations. Silly. Now it all made sense. He waves his phone with your Svthub profile on display.

"Do a collab with me."

"Huh? … What? Nah. No way. Nuh-uh."

"Just hear me out," he leans in close causing you to scoot your chair back. "My kittens have been begging me to collab with a certain Tigress."

"Ew, don't say it like that."

Hearing it out loud certainly has a much higher cringe value than seeing it typed by faceless viewers or saying it in the privacy of your own room. Alone and too turned on, well-immersed in your role. It's even worse when it comes out of your best friend's mouth. 

"Sorry, should I say Miss TigerLily_61596 instead? Hm. Isn't that my birthday?"

"Oh, it is!" You pray and hope he doesn't notice you lying through your teeth. "The computer somehow generated it, how funny is that?"

Soonyoung pouts. "You use that for all your passcodes." To prove his point, he picks up your phone lying between the two of you and unlocks it easily with the pin of 61596 as expected. "See? Knew it. Hao says that isn't a good cybersecurity measure, you really should be more careful. Remember his lecture? Always use protection!"

You snatch it back. "Leave me alone. It's not like everyone knows your birthday!"

"I'm announcing it on my next stream."

"Do it, you won't."

"I will!"

"Wait, don't. That's a serious security concern, you idiot. Everyone just wants to see you jerk off anyways, nobody wants that personal stuff unless they're creeps. Which you do not want."

"I don't," he acknowledges, "you've been doing this for a while, right?"

"Yeah. Two and a half years soon."

"Wow. Perfect! You should do something big as a celebration. Like collaborating with me."

"Why are you so hellbent on this?"

"Look. Everyone tells me we'd look great together — which is true — but I had no idea how to work up the nerve to send a DM to Miss TigerLily_61596 and propose such an idea. Until! I find out my bestie is the famed Tigress herself! Plus… I have a few experiences here and there."

"So you're using me," you cock your head, "and I don't do collabs. It only attracts potential weirdos into wanting to reach out and I've finally curated a steady, safe viewer base that I'm not looking to change. And what's this about experiences?"

"I'm not using you!" Soonyoung chews on his lip. "And that's another story for another time. It was only an idea, really… I get it. It's not like you wanna fuck me either."

"I don't," you affirm. "Besides, you're going to have to talk to Yuna about the whole camboy schtick, and then you want to try and explain that you had sex with someone who just happens to be me, your bestie? That's not gonna fly so don't drag me into it."

"Probably not a good first date discussion but," he laughs, "I'm sure I'll figure it out. She doesn't seem too judgy. After all, she agreed to go out with me next week."

"Congratulations!" You pat him on the shoulder and stand up, needing to take a step back from his proximity. The sudden suffocation of being wrapped up in his presence can be a little too much. "Forget all these camming shenanigans and just focus on her. This is your chance. You've had a crush on her for months now, can't afford to mess it up."

"Yeah, well." He scratches the back of his neck. "I think I'll still keep camming. Svthub's payoff is great and well… I'm afraid I'll wear her out too much if not."

"Huh? Are you… talking about… sex?"

"Duh. I wasn't lying earlier, I have a mad stamina game."

You pinch your nose when he smirks. "I don't think that's what she'll complain about."

"You don't get it. It's why all the other ones broke up with me."

"That is so not true," you argue. "Chaewon said you talked in your sleep too much, Seoyoon complained that your ego was inflated to max capacity, and Eunhye was tired of you bringing up tigers to get out of every serious conversation! And don't even get me started on what your roommate complains about."

Soonyoung sulks. "Gee, they really confided in you. Okay, sure —  maybe that's all true but I also get told off for having too high of a sex drive."

"Sounds like a 'you' issue but maybe that'll be humbled in a couple months or so. Not my problem."

"Well, maybe you can help me resolve it… if we did a collab!" He chuckles in mischievous glee when you throw a ball of socks at his head. "Just kidding, unless?"

"Get out, you heathen!" You shriek. "Get out before I throw my hair dryer at your head next!" His laughter fades out as he escapes into the hallway. "The world will have to tip over and break off its axis before I fuck you, Soonyoung!"

Apparently, the world did decide to fall apart on you specifically, the universe playing a losing game of monopoly with your life, and whatever godly figures cruelly laughing in your face. Giving you a major middle finger and mocking you relentlessly. You watch the raindrops trickle down the window of the passenger side, similar to your tears that threaten to break loose at any time.

Soonyoung periodically glances at you as he drives, worry wrinkling his brow. "You doing okay?"

"Do you think I'm okay?" You hiss out although he doesn't flinch, knowing you're not pissed at him, per se. "I'm soaking wet, I have no car now, and I could barely pay the towing fee because I just submitted my final tuition and the rest of my stupid bills! This fucking sucks."

"I could lend you some mon — "

"I don't want anyone's money. I was doing perfectly fine until this utter and complete bullshit of a disaster."

It's silly because even though you're seething in well-deserved anger, Soonyoung can never understand how you manage to look so radiant. You're acting like a bedraggled cat about to claw someone's eyes out and yet you wear the fierceness so well. It has always suited you. Though he feels bad about the shitty situation you're now in, he can't help but crack a small smile.

"Okay, don't threaten me right now because I'm driving — which I'm more than happy to do for you any time, anywhere — but you'll also die if you attack me. So… about that collab?"

"Kwon Soonyoung." It's true. He's lucky he wasn't behind the steering wheel of a transportation vehicle or you would've thrown something at him with the rage circulating in your entire cell system. "I swear to the high heavens — "

"Just hear me out. I did the math — "

"Oh no."

He sighs your name. "I thought about the math and there's a good chance we'll make at least more than double what we would by ourselves. You know how Svthub caps us out with how many solo streams we do per month. But. If you did a few in addition to our collab, you could easily make up for what you had to spend today."

He wasn't wrong. While it was nice that Svthub had policies in place to prevent its camming community from making an unfair and absurd amount of money, it was already halfway through the month. You had successfully hit the average amount you usually do to comfortably cover the routine bills and expenditures. But even if you were lucky to max out, it would not be enough to pay for the unprecedented car repairs — or even worse, another vehicle. And though Soonyoung and your friends were more than happy to drive you around, you still wanted to give them gas money or offer to buy lunch despite their protests. 

You're quiet in deep contemplation the rest of the short drive and Soonyoung's surprisingly patient. You frown when you realize he's parked outside of his new apartment complex. 

"What're we doing here?" 

He shrugs. "It's closer and I'm worried you're gonna get sick if you don't change into something dry soon. You can even stay the night. Besides, Hoon's either locked inside his studio or not home at all. You know how he's been disappearing lately." 

"Maybe he found a significant other." 

"Jihoon? Lee Jihoon? We talking about the same dude that runs away from human interaction like it's the plague?" He pauses in thought. "But he basically just lets me live here by myself so maybe you're right… " 

"It's possible if he found 'the one.'" You make air quotes and then sigh as you eye your best friend's much nicer building through the sheets of rain. "Maybe I should move back to the dorms." 

"Please don't. I swear Chan was experiencing a second-hand high when he came to practice last night. Certainly smelled like it." 

"Just 'cause he was a little uncoordinated doesn't mean he was high. Heard he went out drinking beforehand anyways." 

"Guess I should be pushing them harder," he mutters and you can't help but shudder at his darker tone. 

"Chill out, Mr. Captain. You'll make them cry again." 

Soonyoung was a loud, irritating but loveable goofball day-to-day. Yet when it came to his team, he was a different beast. Firm, strict, and often harsh enough that a few of his younger members have come whining to you. As if you could do anything. It's sometimes hard to picture him as anything else but squishy and sweet, especially when he takes off his jacket to wrap around your shoulders. 

You don't dare to let your mind wander about what he's like during sex. 

"I haven't made anyone cry. Yet." 

"That's because the last thing they want to do is come crying to you. Especially when you were the cause of their tears." You tug at the lapels of the jacket around your body. "Thank you but I didn't need this, I'm dripping wet."

"That's what she said!"

And just like that, he's got you rolling your eyes with his toothy grin and boyish laughter that's muffled once you get out and slam the car door shut. He calls your name to no avail and surrenders to chasing after you. Finally catching up to your fast-set pace because you're stuck waiting for the elevator, Soonyoung nudges your side teasingly. Despite the initial complaint, his jacket is pulled tight over your damp clothes that easily catch the intense breeze of the lobby's air conditioning.

"Can't say I'm not funny."

"It's called 'acting like a child'. I didn't want to ruin the inner side of your nice jacket."

"Hey, it's not a big deal. I'm just trying to help my bestie out. You were shivering and I don't want any perverts eyeing my girl's assets."

You scoff. "Worry more about your own assets, like, don't look now but the receptionist is so checking you out."

An idiot never changes their ways because Soonyoung does look. 

Shooting a lazy smirk that has the poor woman nearly fainting on the spot at the sight. You don't blame her. At least it's easy to ogle him when he's turned away, white t-shirt that's now soaked easily sticks to his well-defined upper body. A delicate silver chain lays against his collarbones while droplets anyone would die to catch with their tongue slide from his jawline down to his neck. You lick your lips the same time he does before he's running a hand through his silver bangs and sending a wink her way. 

So, you punch him. In the abdomen. Lightly. 

Even though he yelps in pain, you're sure your knuckles hurt more from his stupidly ripped abs. You shake out your wrist as you enter the elevator with Soonyoung two steps behind.

"I told you not to look." 

"Telling me to not do something only tempts me to do it even more." 

"Noted. And in that empty brain of yours, don't forget that you have a date," you remind him. Maybe it's a reminder to yourself as well. "Speaking of which, enlighten me how you think this collaboration is by any means a good idea." 

"It'll give you the money you need." 

"I'm not some charity case, Soon. You don't have to do this for me." 

"You're not a charity case, you're my best friend. I'd do anything for you." He takes your hand in his and squeezes it.

Fighting down the butterflies, you rest your head on his shoulder. "You're too good to me."

"Remember that next time you make fun of me." He chuckles when you flinch at his gentle forehead flick as the elevator dings upon the arrival to the designated floor. "Let's sort out the details after we get some dry clothes on, yeah?"

Soonyoung strolls into the shared apartment with you not far behind. He peels off his shirt, flinging it right past your head into the awaiting laundry basket behind you.

"What do you think you're doing? That almost hit me in the face!"

He shrugs. "Jihoon's not home so feel free to get comfortable." The words are barely out of his mouth when you shrug off his jacket and toss it to join his discarded shirt. "Whoa, what are you doing?"

"You said to get comfy. Please, I'm not even naked — which you act like you haven't seen before."

"Huh?"

You cross your arms, refusing to let your gaze drop lower than his pretty eyes. "Did you forget? Communal shower incident? Speaking of which, would you mind if I got a quick shower first? I feel crummy as hell after getting rained on twice."

"Uh, yeah. Yeah. Sure." 

Soonyoung's voice thickens as he visibly gulps at the sight of your clothes that cling to your curves like a second skin. You miss his glazed-over eyes and pupils blown wide as you fuss with taking off your blouse, the thin camisole underneath leaving nothing to the imagination.

"I'll… I'll be right back," he stutters out and backs away slowly, gears barely turning in his brain. "Um. I'll... go and... get you some... uh, clothes. Yeah. Clothes. To change into."

"Thanks!" 

You remain oblivious to his actions because Soonyoung occasionally reacts weirdly when he's reminded that you are a female friend rather than just one of the boys that he hangs out with. It's a particular scratch on his brain and a tightness in his pants but not necessarily in a bad way. You both check each other out. But he's never, ever once acted on it since you've met him until this new suggestion of a collaboration — one that involves sex, no less.

To say you're not thrown off would be a lie. You mull it over as the comforting, hot water washes away the grime, stress, and bad feelings of the day. Technically, it's not necessarily a bad idea. Unfortunately, capitalism runs the world and you need the money. The act of sex with Soonyoung doesn't worry you as much as what will happen afterward.

Stupid feelings.

Yet as you step out of the shower enveloped in the familiar scent of your best friend's shampoo, all you can do is beam like the whipped person you are upon seeing the neatly folded pile of clothes he left on the bathroom sink counter. A loose t-shirt and fuzzy hoodie accompanied by a black pair of boxers. You sigh in comfort at feeling much more refreshed in dry clothes and open the door. 

"Could've just given me some gym shorts, kinda intimate of you to share your underwear with me."

Soonyoung looks up, hiding a fond smile at the sight of you in his clothes behind the can of cheap beer he's sipping on. "Trust me when I say those are cleaner than any of my shorts right now."

"Ew. Please don't elaborate on that. What about those tiger-striped ones I bought for your birthday? Don't tell me you actually wear those," you tease as you plop down on the couch next to him. Only to choke when he pulls the waistband of his gray sweatpants down enough for you to see the telltale sign of indeed, tiger print fabric.

"Wear 'em every stream, baby. I'm telling you, they love it."

"You've got to be joking," you mutter and shake your head, "are we ready to finally talk about this ordeal?"

"I was born ready. So, what're you thinking?"

Your eyebrows wrinkle. "I thought you had this big, brilliant plan."

"Not really. Like, I don't know what you'd feel okay doing with me so I thought you could at least throw some stuff on the table first."

"Oh. Um. I don't know. Maybe something like... mutual m-masturbation?"

"Hm, kind of boring. I mean, isn't that what we technically already do? What's going to make this different?"

"Well... there would be two people on-camera... I... I don't know!" You throw your hands up. "Do you have something better in mind?"

"Actually, yeah. You need the money fast but rushing into this might not be the best idea. We have to learn more about each other. Sexually." Even though you're wrinkling your nose, he keeps talking. "Preferences, kinks, likes, dislikes. You've never really watched me before so why don't you tune into my livestream? I'll give you all the money I make tonight if you do."

"Tonight?" you repeat with a squeak, mouth suddenly dry. "Like, tonight tonight?"

"Got my lucky tiger stripes on for a reason, baby. Ain't no time like the present."

"Oh my god. I... I... "

"Relax," Soonyoung laughs, "you'll enjoy it."

"I... I don't think I will."

"You're totally overthinking it. I can see your brain thrashing in a meltdown state right now."

"This is all very weird, can you blame me?"

"Nah but," he wiggles his eyebrows. "I'll make it worth your while. Just think about all the money I'll pull."

"Right. That definitely sounds sexier."

"Hey!"

"You better make bank tonight, tiger boy. Hard to believe there would be that many people enamored with whatever furry act you've got going on."

"That sounds rich coming from you."

You gasp. "... Have you been watching my streams?" He doesn't answer, simply blinks. Once. Twice. Three times. "How long, Kwon Soonyoung?"

"... Only since my viewers suggested it. I didn't even know it was you though!"

"Ohhhhh my god, no wonder you... Lord. Unlike you, I'm not a furry. They call me Tigress for the aesthetics. Obviously, I'm not going to use my real name."

"Uh-huh, keep telling yourself that. Say, do you really have a tiger lily tatt on your inner thigh?"

"Guess you'll have to figure it out yourself," you jeer, "since you seem to know so much about me."

"Is that a challenge?"

You stick your tongue out, swatting away his hand that sneaks toward your lower body. Soonyoung's never backed down from a provocation but you weren't going to let him win or have the upper hand he seemed to be controlling right now. "No, it is not."

"I can wait." He acquiesces and leans back, now with a smug smile. "I'll have you naked for me soon, anyways."

"If you're lucky," you fire back, "you're going to have to impress me first."

"Trust me, bestie. When haven't I? I'll be sure to have your jaw dropping for me in more ways than one."

You're in your best friend's room on your back and lying on his bed. The only source of light is radiating from the phone in your hands as it loads Svthub's website. Weighing your options, you log out and search for 0riginalTiger69, chewing your bottom lip at the sight of the blinking red dot next to his profile.

What harm could this do?

Probably an irreparable amount of damage.

Your finger hovers over the screen, anxiety filling your gut. It was now or never. With a deep breath, you squeeze your eyes shut and tap the play button. It's silent through your earbuds for a good five minutes and your eyes fly back open thinking you clicked the wrong icon. Ironically, you breathe out a sigh at the sight of Soonyoung in a plain t-shirt paired with his infamous boxers while a "Welcome AnonymousUser75923!" banner scrolls along the top of the screen.

Suspicions confirmed, you make a mental note to tell him that he could turn off that function if he wanted. That is — if you could even look him in the eye after this.

You can't see his face but unfortunately, you do know what it looks like. Cursing yourself for imagining his furrowed eyebrows that match the pout on his lips as he reads the comments popping along the bottom of the screen.

"Horang-HEY to all the lovely kittens joining me this fine evening. Hello CherryScouper_95, why do I still have my clothes on? Ah, that's to keep the suspense! I'm still waiting for a few more to hop on." He leans in closer to the camera, the red welt on his neck catching everyone's attention. "Haha, this? No, it's not a hickey, Jejusb00s but you're free to give me one if you'd like. I just happen to have a mean friend who finger-flicked me for no reason. Now that I think about it..." 

Soonyoung mutters something to himself and pulls out his phone. You jump when yours buzzes.

Soonyoung laughs. "No, 4ngelic_m3nace, I said flicked not fucked. You know I'm not really into that."

You're practically gnawing off your lip at this point, cheeks heating up if you're reading into what he really means correctly. It's actually impressive how he seamlessly texts you and interacts with his viewers. Now you're curious how many times he's replied to people's regular messages during a stream. 

More times than you can guess. 

"Do my precious lil pussycats have any suggestions for tonight? I wanna spice things up and get those nice tips coming in. Go on and talk to me. All your dirtiest fantasies and wettest dreams."

woolove: i wanna be yours and you be mine so we can fuck for days nonstop 🤩

h0rny49yu: lemme lick the sweat off of ur abs 👅👅👅👅

"Woolove, kitten, you know I don't belong to anyone but I'll take you up on that second part. We can go for weeks even." He reads the next comment aloud with a smirk. "My abs, hm?" 

A rapid flurry of comments and monetary pings commence when he teases a scrumptious view of the taut muscles underneath his shirt with one hand, still clutching his caseless phone in the other. The glow of Jihoon's neon light signs contributes to the enticing visual your best friend manages to pull off.

You had been extremely shocked when Soonyoung admitted to using the sacred studio of this generation's genius music producer to stream. At first, you figured that he was just doing it to be polite because he had discouraged you (rather strongly) from going into his roommate's bedroom tonight — a space you often slept in with how often Jihoon was out. But it was in fact the truth, judging by a quick glance of the thumbnails for his other videos on Svthub.

s0turned0n: show us the goods! 💃🏻💃🏻 get naked! 🕺🏻🕺🏻🕺🏻🕺🏻  release the 🍆🍌🥒🍑🎆🧨🎇

AnonymousUser69034: you? on your back. me? on top. hotel? Trivago 💅🏼 

hoshis_d1ck: 1 hour in a room alone n i'll blow ur mind and ur dick 😳👉🏼👈🏼

"Ah, we're getting somewhere. My loyal kitties know I reward well. When they listen to me." Soonyoung cups his chin as if in deep thought. "You're all acting so cute even though I've told you before how dangerous it is 'cause there's no off switch on a tiger… that is, if you can catch me first."

woolove: buying a tiger-size collar and leash rn 💋

"Aw woolove, tip me enough and I'll consider getting it myself. Maybe."

t1ge3r_rat: cage the (derogatory) tiger !!! 

He tries to hide his snort, easily identifying your new screen name, and tosses his phone on the desk in front of him. "Caging? Now that's new. How about something a lil more romantic though? I like playing gentle with my pussycats."

t1ge3r_rat: weak 

Another rush of comments flies past. Littered with cheesy requests, fluffy ideas, and the usual questionable plea. But one, in particular, catches your eye. Not that it's hard to miss.

cumdaywh0ring: 💦💦💦💦💦 SHOWER SEX!!!!!!!!!!!! SHOWER SEX!!!!!!!! 💦💦💦💦💦

Your mind traitorously drifts back to earlier. The momentary sinful imagination of Soonyoung pausing when he placed the clean pile of clothes down on the bathroom sink. A timid glance towards the shower where he hears you humming only to freeze, lips parting at the silhouette of your alluring figure through the curtain.

Shit.

t1ge3r_rat: i second the shower sex 😗✌🏻

"Shower sex, eh?" Of course, the bastard immediately sees your agreement and picks it out of all the others. He grunts, a hand sliding back down past his covered abs to grope at the girth hidden within his tiger-striped boxers. "My kittens do have to be nice and wet for me. All needy and clinging onto my shoulders. Pressed up hard against the shower wall so we don't slip 'n fall."

t1ge3r_rat: safety first!!

dickarawrous420: hot 🚿

CherryScouper_95: even hotter if u took ur clothes off ~ 

8starfucks: we should all be naked right???

"Ah, ah, ah. With my kittens so desperate, I have no choice but to enter the shower with my clothes on. But that's okay because," Soonyoung smirks as he easily pulls his cock out, "I can just do this."

You gulp. It's even more mouth-watering than the quick image burnt in your brain from last week. He spits in his hand and starts with slow, steady strokes. A hiss escapes his mouth when his thumb rubs along the tip that's beginning to leak with pre-cum.

"You'd look so pretty for me, baby. That sorry excuse of a shirt clinging to your perfect tits, nipples poking through 'cause you're not wearing a bra underneath. Naughty," he pretends to scold but it's hardly believable with how far gone he suddenly is in this fantasy. Thick cock already hard. Dancer hips thrusting up to match the rhythm of his hand. 

"Run a finger down where I know you're even wetter. But for a different reason. Hot pussy pressed against my thigh. Shit, you're prolly clenching, poor lil hole so desperate for my cock. Find out you're not wearing panties either. Shockers."

A whimper unwittingly leaves your mouth. You blame it on whatever pheromones he emitted in his room. The overwhelming scent of everything that is Soonyoung. You're drowning in it with no hope for recovery. The alignment of the planets and stars will face your wrath. Hell, even the man himself. It's part of the job but it feels like he's talking directly to you. About you. 

He has to know you have no bra or panties on. He's the one who provided his clothes as a substitute. 

Your back is damp with sweat and you can feel the heat of arousal pooling in your core. You force your entire body to stay rigidly still. Fuck. He's better at this than you thought.

"Shit," Soonyoung growls. His head is thrown back and you can't help but admire the vein running down it. "Rip off those tiny ass shorts and slide right into your sopping pussy. So fucking tight and wet wrapped around me. God, you'd take me in so deep wouldn't you? Stuff you nice and full, baby — just like you like it."

"Shit," you echo as the viewers rush to answer him with the yeses you're dying to admit. You feel lightheaded. "Goddamnit." 

Would it be indecent to touch yourself? Right here in his bedroom? With only one wall separating you? You don't even dare to cross your legs. Trembling hands struggle to keep your phone stable because the low moans Soonyoung is making directly in your ear shoot straight down to your cunt and render your entire body shaky.

woolove: shirt offfffff

woolove: plssss

woolove: wanna touch u directly all over n mark u up

"That so, woolove?" He delays his approaching release by checking the comments. "Don't worry, kitten. I'm sure those lovely claws of yours will do their job properly no matter what I'm wearing. Just be careful when you're putting them inside that empty pussy of yours wishing it was me. Don't want you to get hurt."

NewUser89021: no promises daddy

"Yes, I'm your father," Soonyoung chuckles darkly before it suddenly changes into a light-hearted cackle. He shifts a bit lower, the upper part of his face still hidden. Legs spread wide, granting an even better view of his cock that flops against his covered abdomen. "Kidding, welcome new kittens — just call me Hoshi. I like the sound of you moaning that better."

hoshis_d1ck: hoshi dick supremacy ftwww

t1ge3r_rat: what the actual fuck??

cumdaywh0ring: r we nutting anytime soon?????? i've got plans at 8

He clicks his tongue and resumes light, teasing touches along his length. "Impatient, aren't we? I hope you're touching yourselves at home or I'll have to punish you by dragging this out. So go on, pretty pussycats. Make your tiger cum."

Oh no.

You flip on your side, fearing the sweat and dampness you're sure is now coating your friend's boxers might accidentally leave traces on his comforter. Dread fills your gut when Soonyoung reaches for his phone again, despite the influx of viewers begging for him to breed them. Whether his intentions are to add to the suspense or bother you again, you rush to add a plea to the mix.

t1ge3r_rat: pls pls cum for us

No one except Soonyoung knows what causes the satisfied smirk on his face for him to lean back again but they can definitely see it as he quickens his pace, filthy words spilling out of his lips.

"Gonna let me cum in that dirty hole of yours, baby? Take you right out of the shower and throw you on the bed, fill you up so you walk around feeling me drip out of your pussy for days. Just for you to come and beg for more like the good cumslut you are." 

dickarawrous420: hot

woolove: omgkfjdks i'm so close fjddfj pls fill me up

s0turned0n: 🔥🔥🔥🎆🎇🎆🎇🎆🎇💥💥💥

Fickle fingers toy with your waistband. What if… just what if… one little…

"I'd give it to you, baby. Hell, I'd do anything you wanted. You'd like that, huh? Being treated like you deserve. And I would… shit… you'd be so perfect for me. Made for just for me… fuck!" 

Your hand snaps away from your lower body at Soonyoung's sudden increase in expletives as he finally loses control. You can only watch in awe as white spurts of his release spill out over his cute, tiny hands that continue jerking himself through the orgasm. 

"Hah," he gasps out his legendary tagline, "horanghae, baby."

h0rny49yu: ur so sexci omfg

8starfucks: delicious

wh0ranghae: i think i came the hardest in my life ever

NewUser22234: so hot i think i'm in love

Jejusb00s: i put the sub in subscribed

"I think… that's the hardest I've ever cum too," Soonyoung admits almost bashfully. "Don't fall in love with me kittens, this is one tiger that's impossible to tame."

woolove: wounds me every time 😭😭😭😭

"Sorry, you know how this goes. But, all of you have been so well-behaved for me, it's only fair I reward as promised." 

He giggles and in one smooth motion finally pulls the t-shirt off, displaying honey-colored skin that's dewy from exertion. Using it to clean himself up, it's quickly discarded, thrown off to the side. You gulp at the display of his lean pecs rising up and down from his harsh pants and the two veins trailing from his abs, down his pelvis, and surely up and around…

Soonyoung smirks back at the camera, grasping at his cock again. "Ready for a couple more bonus rounds then, kittens?"

This was all a goddamn mistake.

You're cursing your best friend under your breath, having been muttering dark nonsense for the past day and a half. 

Technically, it's also your fault for getting stupid feelings but you deny all cases of accountability. Fuzzy feelings aside, you hold zero responsibility for Soonyoung having a nice lower package too. 

Fuck. Your hands are shaking again. You set down the tube of lipstick and take a deep breath, giving the reflection in the mirror a firm, reprimanding look to not be so dick-drunk just as your phone rings.

Speak of the devil.

You have no other choice but to accept his video call because it's D-day. Although your hands are occupied at the moment, so he'll have to accept looking at the constellations lit across your ceiling instead.

"Hi! Huh? Hello? Are you there?"

"Hi, Soonyoung. I'm getting ready."

"Are you nervous?"

"Why would I be, this isn't my first show," you say more to yourself than to him.

"Your star projector's on."

"And? I always put it on before I start. It calms me down."

"That's cute." 

You freeze at his words and then shake your head, clipping your earrings in place. It wasn't like he was calling you cute. You hate that all the effort you've put into shielding your feelings is easily cracked apart after seeing his dick. Pathetic.

"By the way, you did get the transfer right?"

"Yeah, I already told you."

"I know but I just wanted to check. With a sum that large, who knows where it might go… you haven't talked to me since."

"I answered all your texts."

"Yeah, but what if someone hacked your phone? Like even now, I could be talking to an evil person imitating your voice."

You sigh, lifting up the phone to show him your face. He smiles brightly and snickers at your frown. "See? It's me."

"I suppose so. Unless you're an imposter Hoon hired."

After trying and failing to sleep, you walked out to see Soonyoung's roommate sipping on his cup of black coffee at some gremlin-only hour. It was unusual for him to return at this time just as it was rare for you to be up. But with Soonyoung snoring away in Jihoon's room, all you could do was apologize. 

He brushed it off, saying there was no need, and instead, inquired why you were awake. You confessed to wanting to go home but your car broke down. He happened to be headed back out for reasons you didn't pry and offered a ride. One you gladly accepted — with the promise to meet for lunch sometime with his new girlfriend — all of which was much to Soonyoung's chagrin.

It's true that you hadn't talked to your bestie directly but you had given brief responses to his incessant messaging. It was easy to blame your aloofness on being busy. Which you were — catching up on assignments, sleeping, and preparing for your next stream. 

"Jihoon brought me back safely of course and you didn't have to give me all of that," you whisper, voice small. "It's too much."

"I told you I would and that was probably my best show ever." He wiggles in excitement although you don't see it because you placed your phone back down. "I'm looking forward to what we'll make together. And I'm looking even more forward to tonight."

"Oh, shut up," you complain, embarrassed, "apparently you've already watched me before."

"Yeah but this is different. 'Cause now you know I'll be watching."

And that was the worst part.

You didn't mention that maybe — just maybe — you binged almost all of his videos uploaded to Svthub. Perhaps to simply fight the incessant heat that hasn't stopped boiling in your core since that night. Possibly another big mistake on your end, a constant mind loop of Soonyoung's obscene whispers now playing in your head.

To salvage what's left of whatever pride you have remaining, you pick your phone up to face him. "What's in your spank bank?"

"Huh?"

"Y'know, like… what gets you going, what you picture in your head? Oh — what're you listening to? I noticed you sometimes wear earbuds."

He tilts his head. "Have you been… watching my videos? You're asking… what gets my dick hard? Is that why you haven't been talking to me?"

Your finger points accusingly at the screen. "You told me to do my research."

Soonyoung laughs nervously, suddenly flustered as he combs his silver locks back with both hands. "I, uh, guess I'm honored. Well, what did you think? Any good?"

"... You didn't answer my question."

"Um, well. I don't know why you want to know but whatever. It's just some… audio porn…?"

"Cool. Send me a few links later." 

"Why?" he sputters at your nonchalant request. Shit, he should've just said music. 

"Just going off what you said about "learning each other's kinks" or whatnot."

Soonyoung chews on his bottom lip. "... Alright. Remember, you asked for it."

"I'm really trusting that you aren't going to send me some extreme furry sex, so don't break the little amount of faith I have in you because that smile's making me reconsider."

"Nah, just think this is all very cute. Seriously. I'm excited for tonight. See you on Svthub in a few?" 

You roll your eyes as you blow him a cheeky kiss and a very dignified middle finger. "See you, original tiger boy." 

TigerLily_61596 is now live! 

The recording light blinks from the webcam as you clear your throat. Viewers are already tuning in and the chime of tips being applied to your account rapidly increases even if all you're doing is sitting on your bed. It's a reminder that by no means are you an amateur to this despite the butterflies swirling in your tummy. 

"Evenin', darlings," you lean forward with your chest squeezed flatteringly between your arms, cleavage on full display. "How're you all doing?"

tigressb00bl0v3r: seeing ur boobs always makes my day a whole lot better 🙏🏻

deathbyd1cks: bbygorl ur tits look so good in that set 😏

crazy4w00: sit on my face pls 😖💦

"Thank you for the compliments." Your hands rise from your lap to play with the bra straps that cause your breasts to jiggle tantalizingly. "A special thank you to deathbyd1cks for the pretty lingerie, it does look good on me."

The best part about camming was the sexy little gifts you received. Of course, they were delivered to a PO box several cities away so it took a bit of time to get to you, but you have yet to be disappointed. Plus, they made your shows all the more delicious — especially when your viewers hungrily got to watch you take off or use something they had bought for you.

Your hands don't leave your upper body, instead drifting down to fondle your tits. Playing with your nipples through the flimsy orange and black material, you continue reading the comments.

kitkat69: getting u something sexci for your next show &lt;3

sugacub3s: would treat u so good if u rode my thigh bby

"I look forward to it, darling kitkat69! But please, save your money if you need it. Don't spend it on me… especially if I'm being bad." Your appreciative smile turns into a smirk. "Crazy4w00 and sugacub3s, I appreciate your offers but I really need something inside me. Big and thick." You pout. "The pillow I've been riding lately just hasn't been enough."

You can't help but admit the truth. Even your fingers reaching deep within weren't enough to scratch such an intense desire but you still needed them for what you had planned tonight. Wondering if Soonyoung had tuned in, you bite your lip at the wetness that soaks your panties at just the thought of him watching. 

You're quick to strip out of the lingerie, not that it was really hiding anything — making sure to show the camera the string of arousal that drips from your cunt to the fabric as you discard the set on the bedroom floor. A tiny tiger lily tattoo (per your username and profile) is on full display, ink prettily scrawled along your hip crease. The viewers eat it up, the sound of tips becoming one long blaring ring of appreciation.

Your pointer and middle finger spread your hole open, seductively showing how it struggles to clench around something. Anything.

"How many fingers, loves? How many do you think this needy pussy can take?"

deathbyd1cks: all of them tbh

sugacub3s: mine would fit in there so well put in 2 baby girl and pretend it's me

whore_that_roars: put in 1 that's all u deserve rn

crazy4w00: lich rally sit on my face my tongue will make u cum faster 😜

beg4u: ✌🏻✌🏻✌🏻✌🏻

beg4u: that means 2 btw

No one can see you roll your eyes although you do bite your lip. Your cheeks heat up ten times more than they already are as you ease just one finger in per who you assume can only be Soonyoung. Fuck. You let out a moan. 

"Am feeling so tight, need to loosen up." You're sure the mic can pick up the light breaths that escape your mouth as you stroke the bundle of nerves inside, thumb circling your clit. "Can I add another? Pretty please?"

sugacub3s: hell yeah

whore_that_roars: no

whore_that_roars: i don't remember giving u permission to touch that cute clit of urs

whore_that_roars: so be patient

m3rs: sexci

beg4u: 👊🏻👊🏻 who are you to run this show

deathbyd1cks: lolol

kitkat69: she's being so good tho i vote yes

whore_that_roars: fine. add 2 more 

beg4u: 🙄 yeah pls

You pause and lick your fingers to lubricate them with your saliva, a contemplative hum at the bitterness on your tongue. "Bet you all wish you could taste me, huh?"

crazy4w00: that's what i've been saying!!!! ik you taste soooo good 💧💧💧

whore_that_roars: is that a promise??

beg4u: 😒 lich rally who even is this rando

whore_that_roars: she said be nice. i'll remember you svthub user beg4u 👁️

"C'mon, don't fight." Three fingers slide into your pulsating warmth and you throw your head back in pleasure at the slight burn before grabbing the vibrator on your nightstand. "I need to cum at least once to fit this bad boy in."

deathbyd1cks: oh it's that kind of night 😏🤭

crazy4w00: 👅 tasty

kingh0ng: shit i'm late 

kingh0ng: but i didn't miss the good stuff fuck yeah

"Oh, we're just getting started, kingh0ng. So? Am I allowed to make myself cum?"

sugacub3s: hell yeahhhhh

beg4u: 💣💣💣💣 

whore_that_roars: do it baby

kingh0ng: got my dick out we're all good to go

Fingers pick up speed, porn-worthy wet sounds filling the room. It doesn't take you long to hurdle over that edge, pinching and pulling at your nipples. Shivers trail up and down your spine when you picture Soonyoung's intense gaze, wondering if his tiny fingers would be able to reach even as far as yours. Not that it matters because the visual of him in your head is enough for another gush of arousal to leak from your trembling cunt.

"God, I'm so wet," you murmur more to yourself because your viewers can clearly see the traces on your thighs. "Shit."

crazy4w00: i'd lick it all up

kingh0ng: i can't cum yet there's more right??

whore_that_roars: will u squirt for me baby? i KNOW you can

"Grab onto your straps, babygirls. Any of you boys as big and thick as this?" 

The silver and glittery, microphone-shaped vibrator shines under the dim fairylights of your bedroom. It jitters to life when you press the 'on' button, flinching at its intensity.

deathbyd1cks: perfect 👌🏼

tigressb00bl0v3r: omfggg yessss

beg4u: i can't vibrate like that 😢 

whore_that_roars: i can certainly try

beg4u: lichrally fighting user whore_that_roars after this

Ignoring the chaos in the comments, you bite your lip. It's one of your biggest toys and possibly bigger than any man's cock, in all honesty. You're sure it might be as thick as Soonyoung but what would you know. Gifted by a dedicated fan, you feel your entire body jerk as you tease your tight hole with it.

Despite loosening up, it's still going to be a hard fit. One hand falls to your bed to prevent your body from collapsing as you continue rubbing it along the outer lips of your pussy and clit. Finally, with an unholy whine, you ease it inside.

kitkat69: shit

sugacub3s: o my fuck

whore_that_roars: baby did you just cum from THAT?

m3rs: cute

beg4u: i just 😵👁️👁💦🧨🎇🎆 

tigressb00bl0v3r: fuck ur so hot

deathbyd1cks: delicious bbygirl

kingh0ng: i thk i blcked out

You laugh weakly between moans, unable to form words. Despite indeed having just cum from the sensations alone, the vibrator continues at full speed — your hips stuttering helplessly as you struggle to grip it in your hand. The depraved picture of debauchery as a trail of drool drips from your mouth.

But you still need more.

Feeling like you're floating in the clouds and extremely ightheaded, your body has a mind of its own. A few more slight wiggles and your eyes are rolling back as the loudest moan you've ever made comes from the very depths of your soul.

whore_that_roars: shit

whore_that_roars: fuck

whore_that_roars: squirt for me baby

beg4u: squirt for US*

crazy4w00: 💦💦💦💦💧💧💧💧 

And you do. 

Ripping the sex toy from between your legs, an absolute wet mess gushes out of your spent cunt all over your bedsheets. Legs shaking, you clamp down on your hand to prevent the name lingering in your subconscious from escaping as the last streams of your release drip down your thighs. Tears are blurring your vision and you sniffle, slowly coming back to earth.

deathbyd1cks: u good tigress????

kingh0ng: i think my dick fell off fr that was hot af

kingh0ng: but yeah, u good?

whore_that_roars: talk to us love

beg4u: square up whore_that_roars

beg4u: hope you're alive tho miss tigress cuz I'm not

kitkat69: LICH rally tigress is always an icon

"I'm… I'm good." You confirm and give them a thumbs-up, panting but smiling lopsidedly. "I… I hope you enjoyed that and thank you for the tips. I'm gonna go… clean up. Catch you later, darlings."

Once you've confirmed that you've turned off the recording and your computer is shut off, you collapse on your bed. Feeling woozy and sluggish, an arm flops across your closed eyes. This was by no means the first time Soonyoung has been in your thoughts during a livestream. Even now after all that, you feel yourself clench instinctively, the feeling blossoming even more because he had been watching you. Talking to you. Commanding you.

Fuck.

You're afraid that once you get a real taste of him you won't be able to let him go. Ever. You'll want him more than he wants you and you're not sure if you can handle that.

But this collaboration is happening. You might as well get the chance to fuck him once in your life than never at all.

Tears wash away in the shower, disappearing down the drain. For the hundredth time, you push down your feelings and let the warm water soothe away the aches and pains instead. Self-care is a must. Fluffy towels dry away the moisture, lotion to keep your skin smooth, and comfy granny pajamas to curl up under your clean bedsheets. Time for a good wallow in your feels.

Your phone lays uncharged on your nightstand and you pick it up, blinking at the several messages from none other than Soonyoung. Dread fills your gut momentarily before opening them, only to gasp in shock at what you read.

God, you were screwed... weren't you?

◇ Part 2

onlyseokmins: September 2022 ©

[bell4lan]

The Cavalry Captain Goes for a Ride

Genre: Smut

DNI: fujoshis, mlm/nblm fetishizers, non-mlm/nblm, trans fetishizers

CW: Face riding, tongue fucking, overstim, feminine language used for Kaeya's privates, oral (Kaeya receiving)

Character(s): Gender Neutral Reader x Trans Kaeya

Kaeya was hovering over you, dark thighs on either side of your head and wet cunt right over your mouth. "Are you sure you'll be able to handle this?" He asks in a teasing tone while looking down at you on the bed.

You glare up at him playfully and answer with a slow lick up his cunt. He shudders and grabs onto the headboard while finally lowering himself so you can reach him better. You hold onto his thighs and start licking his folds, moaning into his pussy at the delicious taste. He gasps feeling the vibrations and starts moving his hips against your tongue. You tighten your hold on him and look up at him silently telling him to stop moving.

"It's hard to- hah, keep still when you look like this." He says looking down at you trying to stop his hips from moving. He felt so good it was hard for him to not move his hips, especially when you looked so hot in between his thighs eating him out like he was a 5* meal. His train of thought is cut off when he feels you sucking his clit. He gasps and starts moving his hips again, tightening his grip on the headboard and tilting his head back as his eyes squeeze shut. He felt amazing, not being able to focus on anything but your skilled mouth on his pussy.

You ignore the fact that he started moving again and looked up at him, seeing his mouth wide open and head thrown back as he releases the sweetest moans. You stop sucking his clit and glide your tongue down his folds to his dripping hole, teasingly thrusting only the tip in and out until he starts begging.

Tilting his head back down he looks at you with a frown. "(Name) please, just put it- AH!" He let out a sharp whine as you cut off his sentence by sliding your tongue into his wet cunt. Thrusting your tongue in and out as quick as you can as he moves his hips completely taken over by the desire to cum.

"Gonna cum..gonna cum!" The blue haired man repeats as he throws his head back again and moves his hips, desperately trying to get to that euphoric feeling of release. You move your dominant hand to his clit as the other stays holding a tight grip on his thigh. You hold him down against your face not letting him move as you rub his sensitive clit and thrust your tongue. He gasps and cums on your face, his thighs shaking and fluid dripping down your chin. Kaeya slumps down a bit trying to catch his breath, but quickly sits up again as you keep going.

Struggling to speak he whines, "To-too much!" Even though the overstimulation was overwhelming, he still moaned like a slut. He loved this feeling and you knew that, so you kept him on your mouth and didn't stop until he came at least 2 more times.

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Wooo second post! This was originally going to be a fluffy Kaeya date night fic buuut I completely forgot about that and started writing smut instead. I might post the Kaeya date night story when it's done so stay tuned ^^

If you want to request stories/characters you can! Idk if my asks are working or not, but you can always comment requests while I try to get that working :)

[zhongliscomedump]

imagine late night talks with bestie!kazuha and bestie!xiao but they made it an opportunity to tease you about you being horny >.<

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! nsfw content underneath the gif! you have been warned!

warning! warning! warning!

cw:

dp (double penetration), fem!reader, sub!reader, soft!dom!kazuha, rough!dom!xiao, degradation, slight mention of milking, slight mention of impregnation and creampie, use of pet names, slight mention of bondage, toys, public sex/teasing (mentioned once or twice), rough (dunno if i should add this one lol), dumbification(? i guess? unless i understood that word wrong?), teasing, possessive, fast-paced short fic, yandere themes i guess

this is not proof-read T.T

"Hey! That's so mean! Hmp! I'm never talking to you two ever again!"

"Baby, don't joke around like that. It's not funny."

"Hmp! As if you can ignore us. Do you dare to?"

but no one knows that fear crept into the depths of the possessive boys' hearts. no one knew how special you are to them. no one knew about the dark things they want to do to you.

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xiao desires to ruin you, 'fuck the life out of you' as what he would like to phrase it. he imagined different scenarios of him fucking you roughly everywhere. him rough fucking you on the couch in your living room, him eating you out on the kitchen isle, him fucking you on the hallway walls, you sucking him by your window, him finger fucking you in the bathroom, he even fantasized about fucking you publicly. but of course, you both will be hidden, no one else besides him is allowed to see you looking so delicious, crying and whining about how fast and rough he is fucking you. only him.

kazuha, on the other hand, deeply wants to tie you to your bed and love you until all you can think about is him. he wants to thoroughly love you until your entirety belongs to him. he will use different methods and different positions to show you how much he loves you. 69, doggy style, missionary, mate press, anything! but don't judge him tho :< he just wants to show you his love, and what other way can he show it other than giving you all the pleasure you can receive?

kazuha especially likes to imagibe marking you on your nape. he loves it when you tie your hair into a bun without knowing why everyone seems to be looking at you with a knowing look. he would most likely use toys such as vibrators and dildos to tease you, especially in public. he wants to see you squirming whike you both are shopping on the mall as he turns the little egg shaped vibrator plugged deep in your pussy to the highest speed using his phone.

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things spiralled until you are left sandwiched between your besties with one plowing your cunny from behind and the other in front of you, fucking you so good your eyes roll back and your toes curl. both taking turns in entering your pussy in different paces, one slow but hard and one fast and rough :<<

"We're sorry -huff- princess. Please don't ignore us-hah- Fuck, you feel so d-damn good!"

"W-wait slow d-do-ugh-wn! Ah! Y-you're stirring u-up my-hmm- insides!"

"Shut up, slut. I know you're enjoying this. Look at this dirty pussy, clenching so hard around us. You want to milk us dry, don't you? Fucking whore."

love juices run down the floor as a shiver ran through your spine. who knew that you loved being degraded by xiao while being loved and cherished by kazuha? no one knew. even your besties.

"Oh, so you like that don't you- hah - you l-little slut! You like being called a w-whore! See how you tightened around m-me, huh? You're acting like a-a bitch in heat!"

"Oooh b-baby, please don't be t-too t-tight! I-I won't be a-able to-ugh-pull o-out! Shit!"

"See, Kazuha? She's doing this on purpose -hah haha-! This whore's pussy is so thirsty for our milk! Do you want us to get you pregnant? Fuck! Stop fucking squirming around, you'll make me cum!"

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i am now officially hornee, plus my knickers are soaked :<<<

please don't hesitate to reach out if i forgot to put some warnings :<

this is my first smut prompt and i hope y'all won't hate it T.T please don't T.T

[yanderes-galore]

you asked, you shall receive :)

got any rottmnt donnie concepts ? the sassy dork needs attention

Sure! Sorry for the long wait ^^ I hope I got his personality right.

Yandere! ROTTMNT/2018 Donatello Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Yandere behavior, Stalking, Manipulation, Kidnapping, Slight dehumanization, Emotional manipulation, Clingy behavior, Overprotective behavior, Obsessive behavior, Possessive behavior, Delusional behavior, Toxic relationship obviously.

- Okay, as I was searching for his personality I realized he is also a bratty Yandere like ROTTMNT! Leonardo somewhat.

- Yet Donnie is softer than Leo.

- ROTTMNT! Donatello is Obsessive, Impulsive, Clingy, Overly Confident, Manipulative, Delusional and Emotional when it comes to you.

- Like all Donnies, he's obsessive of planning how things between you two will go.

- He has the technology to watch your every move and protect you wherever you go!

- Half of the time he doesn't need to be alongside you, but he's there anyway.

- He likes to be able to speak and hang out normally, too!

- Donnie's so awkward around you, too.

- "Hey! I'm glad I was able to find time to check in! I wanted to know how you're doing... even if I already know... Hm? Oh! I said nothing, just thinking of my brothers."

- Donatello is also impulsive and clingy.

- You two could just be friends but he's always near you.

- He's a touchy turtle, too.

- Often wanting hugs or just leaning on you for comfort, maybe pushing for a kiss of some kind.

- He only presses himself against you more when others are around.

- A trait that often gets the emotional turtle teased by his brothers.

- He ignores it, however.

- He has you, not them, that's all he cares about.

- "What do you mean 'let go'? What if I don't want to? I promise I'm gentle!"

- Donnie is overly confident in his plans of making you his.

- While he can be manipulative, his emotional behavior helping with that, he is too confident in his stalking and kidnapping.

- When his plans to make you and him together falter, he panics.

- Full on panic/anxiety attack.

- He can't lose you!

- He may need to rush things... but he needs to have you!

- Morally right or wrong, he no longer cares.

- He can't have you leave his side!

- "Hah... um, okay- I may have been a LITTLE too much with you... but I'll calm down for you! Just don't leave, please...!"

- Playing with your emotions is something he's good at.

- He hates having to resort to it but some crocodile tears or threats will keep you with him, yes?

- You won't leave the sassy emotional turtle all alone, right?

- Look at him, so distraught without you!

- Don't you just want to give him a hug?

- Don't you want to be so very gentle with him and tell him it's okay?

- He lures you in just enough to trap you...

- He relies on his inventions heavily to keep you with him.

- Shock collars, cages, robotic guards, advanced security system...

- He refuses to risk anything.

- If you'll leave him... then he'll have to resort to more drastic measures to keep you!

- Perhaps love is something you have to force...

- He understands you may not like it at first-

- But he's willing to do just about anything to hear a genuine 'I love you' from his darling.

- "Just once, okay baby? Just say 'I love you' for me! I love you so much... say it back!"

[lubilli]

𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄?

childe x reader.

warnings: traveler reader. reader doesn't have to find a twin lol. reader is not lumine/aether.

1954 words

as you and paimon, a companion you met on your journey, approached the exuvia, you hear a voice from behind.

"you've already fulfilled your task as guides, so why do you still linger here? haven't you already seen enough trouble for today?" the voice interrogates you

"huh? who's there?" paimon questions

the voice sighs in response, "if you were fatui, i imagine that you would receive a generous reward from the tsaritsa herself."

it pauses before continuing again, "but now, you're nothing but dross — and you're in my way."

"looks like i was just in time then." you say

childe scoffs, "hah! although i'm deeply grateful to you that i was able to effortlessly find this secret location...don't you think that trying to stop me now would just be wasted effort? stopping the mora mines, hiding away the exuvia..." he begins to laugh, "the qixing are really pulling out all the stops this time...!"

paimon inquires, "so you've been planning to take the gnosis from the exuvia all along?!"

he scoffs again, "as one of the eleven fatui harbingers, it's my duty to see the will of the tsaritsa fulfilled. she will get that what she desires."

"i'm afraid i can't let you do that." you speak softly, a smile plastered on your face.

he mocks, "hah! i'm not asking for your blessing, and there's nothing you can do to stop me anyway-"

you cut him off, "oh? shall we test that theory?"

"...the time for discussion and diplomacy has already passed. i mean, if it were up to me, i would have skipped that stage to begin with... but i'm willing to do as the tsaritsa deems fit."

"either way — we now come to my favorite part. a simple pleasure, and one that i am oh-so-delighted to be sharing with you-"

you cut him off again, "y'know, when you say it like that, it sounds like you're talking about something else, no?"

you could see him getting annoyed by you cutting him off.

ignoring your previous remark, he continues, frustration in his voice, "...the battle."

paimon furrows her eyebrows, "battle?" she asks before changing her expression to an irritated one, "so you're the type that goes looking for trouble, huh?"

childe laughs, "you could say that."

"when signora offended the deities outside the cathedral in mondstadt, she swiftly left the scene once her mission was accomplished. instead of confronting you directly, she decided to rely on the snow and ice to make her escape. she wouldn't want the knights to come running towards the sound of battle, now, would she? when she faces a worthy opponent, she will prioritize her mission, weigh the outcomes, and consider the consequences of her actions...but for me, the greatest pleasure of being a harbinger lies in crossing blades with strong opponents."

"we won't let what happened in mondstadt ever happen again!" paimon threatened.

"oh? so you intend to fight me? good." childe mocked you and paimon. "i won't kill you, traveler. i'll just play along — to feel the thrill of battle!"

he pauses, "besides, you could never defeat me. not even in your wildest dreams. but hey, try to relish the fight anyway. because if you ask me...without that, what else is ther-"

you cut the man off again, "what if my 'wildest dreams' aren't about defeating you?"

"that's besides the point. what i'm trying to say is that i can defeat you with ease." he brags.

"you seriously believe you can defeat me? just how delusional are you?" you laugh at him.

he laughs, "fighting talk, i love it! now let's see you live up to it." he grins.

you tell paimon to wait outside.

now, the battle had begun.

"this chance is hard to come by, so show me all you've got. so very few get a chance to square off with a fatui harbinger.

"no can do, my friend! if i do, you'll be on your knees begging for mercy."

"oh?" he laughs, "you're pretty confident. i can't wait to see all your confidence go down the drain once i'm done. so come now, amuse me. and don't you dare disappoint."

"you'll have to be more specific, pretty boy. those words can mean lots of things. what do you say i show you all the meanings?"

you could see him get distracted by your words.

distracted enough for you to land a hit.

he's on the floor now. you're standing above him.

"i guess i should take you more seriously..." he stuttered.

"remind me of your words again? weren't you saying you'd defeat me with ease? and now you're on the floor. under me."

your words struck him like lightning, causing him to stutter again. he forced out a chuckle, "still confident, huh? may i remind you...the fight's not over yet.."

"if it isn't over, then come on. stand up. you say it's not over, yet you won't move a muscle. not even try to get back up. if i didn't know any better, i'd say that you have accepted your defeat."

encouraged by you, he got up.

"no wonder signora was so wary of you. you really are something."

he's electro now.

"well, that just means i can go all out! brace yourself, this is about to get tough! now, show me what you can do against the might of a harbinger!"

there's the cockiness again.

you roll your eyes, "you know, you're really irritating with your harbinger pride."

the battle continues.

"hah! you've got some skills."

"what type of skills are we talking about?"

a few minutes later, he says,

"not bad. your swordsmanship is quite impressive."

"i know."

"but, thats about as far as you'll get."

he charged towards you, and you used your elemental attacks. both anemo and geo.

his weapon had struck the floor, causing you to wonder where he went. you looked behind you, to the exuvia and saw the ginger again.

"didn't think you had that card hidden up your sleeve."

"i see, you were just playing me to get to the exuvia. i'll be honest, i do feel a little betrayed."

"oh, quiet down. stop acting like some wide-eyed recruit. you've seen this world, you of all people should know. this should've been expected!" he charged at the exuvia.

"well then, i'll be taking morax's gnosis now!- huh?" he opens his fist to find nothing in it.

he laughs, "i see. well this is most unexpected. you...you beat me to it didn't you?!" he was enraged. his earlier remark about him not wanting to kill you seemed false now.

his voice had nothing but anger within it. it truly sent chills down your spine.

he transformed into the twelve foot monster.

"not bad. but this is going to cost you!"

nothing but pure anger.

his weapon, which was previously lying on the floor was now charging onto the floor, causing big purple lightning bolts of appear. the floor cracked into a million pieces. if even the floor couldn't have been spared, what about you? he probably hated you more than anything now. you suddenly regret everything you've said to him. you're not leaving this place alive.

the final part of the battle had begun.

childe is enraged. absolutely enraged. nothing could possibly stop him from killing you.

"you got to the gnosis ahead of me, didn't you?! did you move faster? or...did you leak the information regarding the golden house to me on purpose? no matter. hand the gnosis over. now. don't make me take it from you."

if you weren't so terrified right now, you would've said something like "and what if i don't?" or "how would you take it from me? share your methods." instead you said

"i..i didn't take it!"

you were trying your best to land hits on the 12 foot giant.

about 20 minutes of helpless fighting, childe returned to his normal state. he was panting.

you'd feel much more comfortable saying one of your usual remarks now.

"mgh, well then... time to cool off. it seems the burden of.. the foul legacy transformation was too great for my body. i lacked the opportunity to think this through.. and now that i consider the matter more carefully, you never had any chance of beating me to the gnosis. you had no connection to the gnosis, no matter where it had been taken."

"that's what i told you! i didn't take it!"

"your ability today far surpasses that of signora's initial assessment of you in mondstadt. tell me, how could that be?"

"a magician never tells their secret." you shrug

"if that is a secret you wish to keep, i guess i'll just have to curb my curiosity."

"mhm."

"this battle has already left me satisfied. anyone who strives as i do to grow stronger shall be called a friend, even if our friendship can only be shown in battle against one another."

"if you want, we could always be more than friends. trust me, it'll leave you more satisfied than any battle ever could." you winked.

"i.. have to go now.. given that the gnosis wasn't taken by anyone, then we must look once again to the beginning. perhaps it was never in the exuvia to begin with. in fact, it might be that the exuvia was just a diversion of sorts."

"wait so mean that the corpse was fake?"

"yes, it appears so. interesting to say the least... it seems that the guardian deity of the capital of commerce is also well-versed in little maneuvers beyond the boundaries of contracts. as such, we must now look to our backup plan."

"backup plan?"

"i had hoped it would never come to this. i absolutely detest working with those who are weaker than i. the truth is, the world belongs to those of us who desire to become strong. i seldom willingly mingle with any dull and boring weaklings who think otherwise. unfortunately, we cannot be picky about our methods as fatui harbingers. children must all learn to eat their vegetables sometime."

"so what're you gonna do?"

"i will awaken the god that lies beneath guyun stone forest."

"a god?!"

"osial, overlord of the vortex, who was defeated by morax, the geo archon in the archon war, and who remained pinned beneath the waves by the geo archon's stone spears ever since. if such an ancient god were to be unleashed upon liyue harbor, defenseless without the protection of its deity... do you think the cunning rex lapis would just stand aloof and watch the ensuing destruction?"

"the archon war ended 2000 years ago how could an ancient god appear in a world overseen by the seven?"

"simple. i've already obtained the means to awaken it." sigils of permission were now orbiting around childe.

"sigils of permission! your little gang has been researching them! you've been trying to duplicate them!"

"indeed. the one that was given to you was just a by-product of our research. with the power of so many sigils of permission concentrated in one place, along with that which was bestowed upon me as a harbinger by our tsaritsa... breaking the subduing might of the geo archon's spears for a time should be no obstacle. using the power of ancient gods in such a situation fails to interest me and is largely against my principles. but knowing that such an action will not only force the geo archon to show its hand, but you as well... that makes matters more intriguing." he explained his whole plan to you.

"i shall leave now. and i have not forgotten your offer...i will consider it."

he left and so did you.

[qqienya]

『 under the white ceiling 』

summary: you wonder if kalim would react the way you want.

pairing: yan!kalim x reader

tw: blood, implied of suicide (pls tell me if there's others idk much about this)

once in a while, you stared at the plain ceiling and wonder how will it feel to have it painted with crimson red. perhaps you'll feel relief? free? regret? who knows.

were there stars today too? you don't have the energy to tilt your head and look over the glass window. a quiet sigh slipped past you, maybe painting the white ceiling with your own crimson red is better.

hah! who're you kidding, anything is better than this. than, whatever is happening now. oh you wouldn't say falling in love with kalim is a bad decision in your life nor will you say accepting kalim's confession is.

those moments were joyous moments that you wouldn't ever trade it for the world. as much as you know that if those moments didn't happen, you would now be grumbling with your friends of the excessive homework trein sensei gave you. or maybe some other daily fun things that you experienced with them

and not this. not being locked in a cell kalim specially made for you. not being shoved foods despite the apparent reluctance. not crying and begging for kalim to stop. not seeing jamil averting his eyes and feigning ignorance.

but with all of that, you somehow found yourself clinging, treasuring the constant words of love and fondness. it's pathetic of you and you've degraded yourself many times over it.

this love kalim spoke of, wasn't anything pure or innocence. it was terrifying, tainted. the seemingly white love between them apparently wore a veil over it. a veil to hide the dark and twisted love rooting deep inside.

would you have noticed the unrestrained possessiveness implied behind the sweet words if you were to go back a few months before? probably not. appearance really can be deceiving sometimes, it's almost amusing if you weren't brutally deceived.

can you deceive people too? well you can deceive yourself. after all, you weren't able to paint the ceiling with crimson instead the floor was painted instead. how does it looks like from another's perspective, you wonder.

god, were you desperate until it has come to this. with you soaking wet in a pool of blood, how does it looks like?

note: does this count as a drabble? i took too long posting the reader or the boys prompt so i decided to do something else in between, idk pretty disappointed but i'll probably do another proper yan! later lmao it's my first time writing this kind of thing. it's fun