#with a bit of tweaking and a removal of some of the more annoying motion based features inherent to being a wii game

[deepseacityunderground]

i forget how fun the battle and social mechanics in pokepark 2 are....

[kitsunekissesxo]

“I’ll Pitch in and Help My Cute Apprentice”

Obey Me Solomon Smut, 3.7k words

Warnings: 18+ under the cut, afab she/herMC, pure smut, a little bit of plot actually, dom!Solomon, fingering, spitting, degradation, blowjob, penetration, a whole lot of nsfw, but a fluffy ending, Solomons a cocky bastard

Summary: You’re Solomon’s apprentice, attempting to master the arts of wizardry. Solomon challenges you to perform a spell he recently showed you, yet you have some troubles performing it successfully. Solomon shows you just how to perform it, getting a little too close-which results in frustration. Lucky for you, he decides to lend a helping hand. 

“Ugh...are you kidding me right now?” You groaned out, putting your head in your hands. It was the umpteenth time you had performed this levitation spell, yet the book sitting on the desk in front of you was not levitating no matter how much concentration you put in. You opened your mouth to recite the spell yet again but was startled by the door to your room opening.

Whipping your head around, your eyes met Solomon’s gray-yellow gaze, sparkling with amusement as he took in your frustrated state. He strode over to where you were sitting, glancing at the book before letting out a chuckle. 

“I see the book hasn't moved since I left. Having some troubles?” He smugly asked, folding his arms and leaning against the wall beside you. 

“I can see the cocky grin forming Sol, and I gotta say, it is not helping,” you mumbled, imploring your cheeks to not flush in embarrassment.  You weren’t sure what you were doing wrong. You already knew you harbored great magic skills, and you were fairly sure you memorized the incantation correctly. So why wasn’t the damn book moving? You wanted to prove to Solomon that you could do this-that you weren’t some helpless apprentice that he had to watch out for. And there he was, standing beside you, staring at your failure of levitation.

“Here,” he started, grabbing a seat and scooting next to you,  “let me help. Show me exactly what you’ve been doing and we’ll tweak it so you’re succeeding, okay?” He offered, a small smile resting on his lips. 

You nodded in response, watching as he folded his arms once more, sitting back to watch you carefully. Taking a deep breath, you recited the spell with as much concentration and force as you could muster. The book sat there like it was mocking you, and you wanted nothing more than to curse out that stupid book. 

“I see.” He commented, his hand resting against his chin thoughtfully. “The speaking portion of the spell was done wonderfully, MC. However, with levitation spells, you have to use your hand to indicate the way you’d like your object to move, along with picturing it in your mind. Shall I demonstrate for you?” He proposed, looking at you for confirmation. 

“Please do,” you responded, feeling silly for not knowing such an important part of the spell.

You watched as he stood up, smoothing his shirt down. He had on a dark gray button up, the top button undone, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, with tight black jeans adorned with a black leather belt. His cream jacket was hanging on the back of his chair. As you watched him, you couldn’t help but admire how attractive he was. A sharp jawline, prominent nose, intense eyes, silvery white hair....it was almost unfair that such an attractive man was your mentor. 

His left hand lifted elegantly, his slender and nimble fingers motioning upwards, the book following his commands. He turned to look at you, smiling, saying, “Just like that.”

You swallowed roughly. Was he being suggestive on purpose? You shook yourself of the thought, not allowing your mind to go there right now...that would be for later tonight. “Th-thanks for showing me, Sol. I think I got it now” you responded, expecting him to have you try it again.

“Actually, I think I should instruct you on how to move your hands. It’ll help you. Come here.” He proclaimed, motioning for you to stand next to him. 

“O-okay,” you stammered, lurching forward out of nervousness, unknowing of what he was up to. 

You swore you felt your heart stop as he stepped behind you and took ahold of your waist, positioning you how he wanted. The feeling of his long, slender fingers on your waist made your mind wander yet again, wondering how amazing they would feel digging into your hips as he- no, no, stop that. We’re practicing spells, that’s all, you thought to yourself, taking a deep breath.

Suddenly Solomons chest was pressed flush against your upper back, his nose and mouth dangerously close to your ear. You let out a gasp at the movement, not expecting him to come so close to you. 

“S-Sol, you’re kinda close...” you trailed off as he hummed nonchalantly.

“I’m helping you, apprentice. You need your hand technique down if you want to succeed in levitation spells.” He murmured. “This is your dominant hand, correct?”

“Yes,” you breathed out, feeling the hair on the back of your neck stand as his warm breath fawned against your ear. 

His hand snaked up your arm, warm fingers taking ahold of your hand, positioning them perfectly. Your brain hardly registered that his other hand was still resting on your waist, his close proximity fogging your mind. His hands were calloused from years and years of experience as a sorcerer. 

“You're so obedient, my dear,” he murmured against the side of your neck, his lips ghosting against the sensitive skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. His words sent a shiver down your spine, and you instinctively pressed yourself against him even more. “Turn around,” he mumbled, letting go of your hand and giving you space for you to spin around. As you looked up at him, your hands came up to rest on his chest. His one hand kept a strong hold on your hip, his other coming up to cup your cheek.

“I-is this really okay?” You asked him quietly, unsure if he really wanted to be doing this with you right now.

“Why?” He asked, cocking an eyebrow. “Are you not enjoying yourself?”

You could feel the tension in the few inches between your faces, and you couldn’t deny the heat pooling in your stomach. You shook your head, closing your eyes for a few moments. Opening your eyes after taking a moment to collect your thoughts, you admitted, “I’ve been wanting this for awhile...”

The way his eyes glinted made you suddenly feel a little uneasy- his expression almost darkened, his captivating eyes somewhat narrowing. “Is that so, MC? For how long?” He inquired, his face slowly leaning closer to yours. You breathed in, notes of lavender and coriander flooding your senses. Even his scent was alluring. 

“Ever since you began teaching me,” you admitted once more, feeling your cheeks heat up, your gaze finally shifting away from him.

“Poor thing.” He paused to lick his lips, leaning in close enough to your ear to feel his warm breath fanning on the outer shell. “That pathetic excuse of a dildo just doesn’t do the trick like my cock would, does it?” He murmured in a mocking tone.

You took a sharp inhale of breath through your nose, turning your head and gaze away from him. How did he know you’d been desperately searching for something to fuck yourself with imagining it was him? Did he catch you? Did he hear you? Did he find your toys? So many thoughts raced through your flustered mind.

Suddenly, his slender fingers grabbed your chin, sharply turning your head to face him. A stern look adorned his handsome features, his gray-yellow gaze burning into yours. “I asked you a question, my dear. I would suggest that you answer me.” He demanded, feigning an offended and annoyed attitude. You subconsciously squeezed your thighs together, feeling your cheeks redden even further as you whispered, “Nothing could possibly compare to you....”

He leaned in so close that his lips barely ghosted against yours, murmuring “That’s what I thought,” before capturing your lips in a kiss.

Kissing Solomon was nothing like you imagined- in your fantasies you both were always so desperate, pawing at each other, messily kissing. But this....this was far better than anything you could’ve thought up. He was kissing you roughly but slowly, his hand coming up to the back of your head and pushing you further into him. You would be lying to yourself if you said you couldn't have stayed there and kissed him for hours.

You stifled a moan as his tongue swiped your bottom lip, acting like he was asking you for entrance. However, he quickly and forcefully shoved his tongue through your lips. You couldn't even suppress the moan that escaped you at his roughness and you began massaging his tongue with your own. Your hands came up to the nape of his neck, gently pulling on his silvery hair. 

You pulled away to gasp for air, a trail of saliva connecting your lips together. Solomon was breathing heavily as well, his eyes hazy as he continued to watch your every move. 

“Should I take you here on the desk? Or would you prefer I pin you down on your bed?” He asked huskily, gripping your hips tightly, forehead resting against yours. 

Your mind was foggy with lust, wanting him here and now. Not being able to hold back, you pleaded, “Here, fuck me here, please.” 

With a grin, he picked you up, your legs coming up around his waist, and sat you down on the desk, his crotch pressing against your lower region. You could feel his hard on through both of your pants and let out a slight moan as you pressed into him further, fingers gripping the hair on the back of his head. His face was flushed, hair tousled, and lips somewhat bruised- he looked delectable.

“You have no idea how much you’ve teased me,” Solomon said lowly, clenching his jaw as he went about removing your shirt, enunciating each word with each button he undid. “How many times I’ve endured you leaning over to see what I'm doing, practically shoving your chest in my face,” He spat, making his point by reaching around to unclasp your bra, watching as the fabric slipped off of your breasts. You could feel how red your face was, and instinctively went to cover up your chest with your arms. However, Solomon swiftly grabbed ahold of both of your wrists, holding them away from your chest. “Don’t hide from me. You’ve teased me enough for a lifetime,” he breathed out, staring at you intensely. You nodded, giving into him, and he let go of your wrists. “Stand up for a second, doll,” he murmured, and began to remove your pants, placing a kiss below your navel, leaving you in just a pair of soaked panties. 

He sucked air in through his nose as he palmed at your chest, thumb and middle finger rubbing and tweaking your pert nipples. You moaned softly at his ministrations, encouraging him to keep going while threading your fingers through his hair above his nape. He ducked his head down to take a nipple into his mouth, licking and sucking as his other hand trailed down your stomach to right above your panties, fingering at the fabric teasingly, pulling it back and snapping it against your hip. You let out a louder moan at that, and his mouth popped off your swollen nipple, giving you a look you couldn’t quite read. 

“Please touch me,” you whimpered out desperately as he flattened his palm, cupping your sex through your panties. He let out a breath through his nose. 

“Look at you. Begging without me telling you to,” he whispered into your neck, biting down as his hand continued rubbing against your sex and the other still playing with your nipple. You moaned out for him, gripping onto his shoulders as his fingers slipped the fabric of your panties aside and began to thumb at your clit in slow circles, continuing to leave marks on your neck.

You opened your legs wider to provide him better access to your dripping cunt, gasping as he trailed his forefinger through your glistening folds. “You are such a whore for me, you know that? Spreading your legs for your mentor, letting him touch you as he pleases. And you fucking love it,” he spat, slipping a finger into your hole. “Show me how desperate you are. Tell me how badly you want me,” he persisted, pumping his finger in and out of you at a quickening pace, his other hand now grabbing your inner thigh.

“Please, Solomon, I need you so badly, I-I think of you every time I touch myself-oh,” you cut off with a moan as he thrusted a second finger into your needy cunt, your grip on his shoulders tightening, attempting to stifle your louder moans as his fingers pumped in and out of you roughly and quickly. 

“I don’t remember telling you I was satisfied. Keep talking,” He coaxed, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit as he finger-fucked you.

You took in his state as you begged for him- his upper chest -exposed from a few undone buttons- , neck, and face were flushed and he was beginning to get sweaty. His breathing was already somewhat irregular. “Please, please, please fuck me, Sol. I will do anything, I need you so badly, I can’t take it,” you pleaded with him desperately.

“Good girl,” he praised, and you felt your heart soar. He slowed his fingers down before removing them completely and brought them up to your lips. “Clean my fingers.” He demanded, tracing your bottom lip with his soaked index finger. You whined at the loss of his warm fingers in your cunt.

You parted your lips, sucking his fingers into your mouth. You winced at the taste of yourself, but was committed to pleasing him. You ran your tongue up and down and between the two fingers, ensuring his fingers would be coated with your saliva. Suddenly he shoved his fingers further into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat and then removing his fingers from your mouth altogether. He had an amused look on his face as you gagged from his ministrations. “Such a filthy whore.” He murmured, wiping his fingers off on his pants. 

You awaited his next move, feeling your cunt throb as he undid his belt and pushed his pants down enough to pull his cock out of his boxers. 

“Open your mouth,” He commanded, and you obediently opened your mouth, looking up into his eyes. He leaned in close enough to where his lips brushed against yours. He then proceeded to spit in your mouth, his hand grabbing your  cheeks. “Don’t you dare swallow,” he ordered, and you closed your mouth, savoring his saliva.

“Suck me off, kitty,” he demanded, and you slipped off the desk to sink down onto your knees. Pressing a kiss to his tip, you took him into your mouth, coating his cock with his and your saliva. Your tongue massaged the underside of his cock as you bobbed your head up and down, Solomons fingers threading into your hair. He suddenly yanked your head back by your hair, your mouth popping off of his cock, hands coming up to grab his thighs to steady yourself. He had your head pulled back, your neck and chest exposed to him as he spit on you once more, his saliva landing on your collarbone, beginning to trail down to your breast. He groaned at the sight before shoving you back down onto his cock.

He began to snap his hips forward, using your mouth as nothing but a toy for his own pleasure. He kept hitting the back of your throat, reveling in your gags and gasps for air. 

“You’re taking my cock like you were meant for this, you slut,” he spat out through gritted teeth, continuing to thrust into your mouth. “You’re my little cock whore, huh? Aren't you?” Your lungs burned, your throat and mouth was sore, and your jaw was beginning to hurt. Tears were forming in your eyes as he abused your mouth, but you couldn’t help but love it. He groaned out, sighing as he yanked you off his cock once more.

“Get up and turn around before I decide to finish on your face,” he demanded, lazily stroking himself. You scrambled to your feet, and turned around, your back facing him. He pushed you up against the desk and pressed down on your upper back, bending you over. You let out a shaky moan as he rubbed his cock between your folds, teasing your entrance.

“Solomon, please,” you breathed out, on the verge of tears.

“I know, my cock whore needs filled, don’t you?” He groaned out as he began to push himself into your core, his hands grabbing your hips roughly.

You let out a moan as he began to stretch your walls, not used to his size. He pushed himself all the way into you, bottoming out with a grunt. Choking out a moan, you pushed your hips back against him, needing him to move.

“So needy, so impatient,” he tutted, and briefly pulled back to slam back into your cunt, his fingers digging into your hips, bringing you back to meet his thrusts as he began to settle on a somewhat quick and rough pace. 

You let out wanton moans every time his hips snapped forward to pound into your dripping cunt. His one hand snaked up to press on your lower back, the other keeping its death grip on your hip. 

“You're gripping onto my cock so tightly, fuck,” he groaned out, speeding up his pace. “You fucking love it, don’t you? Huh? You love my cock fucking you into this desk?” He breathed out, his hand that was on your lower back snaking underneath you to rub fervent circles on your clit. 

With him leaning down to rub your clit, the position changed, and his cock was hitting deeper than beforehand, slamming into that sweet spot. The moan you let out was obscene, the pleasure he was giving you being too much to contain. 

“Shit,” he moaned out, keeping up the pace but slamming into you even harder. You so badly wanted to see his face, how beautiful he would look with his hair sticking to his forehead from sweat, his skin completely flushed, his eyebrows screwed upward, eyes tightly shut. 

The hand on your hip came up to your neck, and before you knew it he was shoving two fingers into your mouth while relentlessly pounding into your cunt. 

With him hitting your sweet spot and still fervently rubbing circles into your clit, you felt a knot begin to form in your stomach, and it was tightening fast. 

“S-sol, I’m gonna cum, please can I?” You moaned out around his fingers, and felt his thrusts becoming irregular, not able to keep the pace.

“Cum for me,” he groaned out, and you moaned out his name as you came, his fingers rubbing you all throughout your high. Your cunt clenched around him as you came, causing him to spill inside of you closely after, both hands gripping onto your bruised hips. The moan he let out while filling you was the hottest thing you had ever heard. He gave a few more thrusts before sighing, and slowly pulling his cock out of you. You whimpered at the loss of the full feeling, still trying to get your breathing under control. You felt his cum dripping out of your cunt as you heard him fiddling with his belt buckle. This was where he was going to leave you, right?

“MC, I’ll be right back,” you heard Solomon mutter, swiftly walking out of the room. You felt a pang in your chest as you wondered if maybe he wouldn’t come back, as ridiculous as that sounded. As you began to stand up, he re-entered the room.

“Whoa, whoa, don’t move yet. I need to clean you, love,” He stated, and you felt a warm washcloth gently cleaning around your lower region and thighs. Your heart swelled- he was helping you clean up. You couldn’t help but swoon at how caring and gentle he was being.

“Here, can you sit up for me?” He gently asked, helping you turn over. 

“Y’know Sol, that was the best sex of my life, but you still didn't paralyze me.” you quipped, sitting up as he began to dab the warm washcloth on your collarbone and down your chest. 

“...Yet.” He teased, raising his eyebrows and shooting you a serious look before letting out a light laugh. His smile was so lovely- you wished you could stay in this moment forever. “Also, you flatter me too much,” he added, a hint of red flushing his cheeks as he focused on cleaning you up. 

“Aaaannnddd...there we go. I think I’ve cleaned up my mess.” He announced, setting the washcloth down beside you and pressing a kiss to your forehead. He was being uncharacteristically sweet, but you weren’t complaining.

He picked up whatever clothes you had on the floor and handed them to you, helping you pull your shirt over your head after you clasped on your bra, watching as you pulled your pants on. As soon as you were situated, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to him. 

As shocked as you were, you embraced him back, gently rubbing his back. His arm pressed on your lower back to push into him, his other hand coming up to cradle the back of your head. 

“I think we should continue this,” he murmured into the top of your head.

“Continue what? Having sex?” You questioned, your face buried in his chest.

“Well, yes, if you want. But I mean....this.This spark between us is worth exploring, don't you think?” He responded, and if you listened hard enough, you could hear the smallest bit of nervousness in his voice.

“Sol....” You trailed off, pulling back from him slightly to look up at his soft gaze. “I would love that.” 

“I’m glad.” He beamed, squeezing you for a moment and then pulling away.

“Now....about that levitation spell,” he began, raising an eyebrow and bringing his hand up to his chin thoughtfully, “in the midst of our fun, we knocked the book off of the desk. Show me what you’ve learned- put the book back on the desk using a levitation spell.” He said, looking at you expectantly.

With a huff of disbelief, you looked at the book, and began to recite the incantation, seeing it gracefully float up onto the desk in your mind, your hand coming up to direct the book. And, right in front of both of your eyes, the book successfully levitated and was placed gently on the desk. You looked at Solomon, expecting him to congratulate you. 

“I always knew my cock worked wonders,” he grinned, arrogance suffocating the air around him. 

You couldn't believe you chose this cocky old man. 

- FIN

authors’ note: this is heavily inspired by Solomons new human world outfit. I saw the quote he had in the announcement for the new lessons and before I knew it the spirit of horny had possessed me and this was being written. 

Total time: 4hrs 33mins

Wordcount: 3782

[stardust-kenobi]

Let Me Help You

Obi Wan x Reader

Summary: Obi Wan isn’t very tech-savy, and he wants you to help him with his computer while you two sit in the Jedi Temple library. You offer your assistance, and decide to help him in other ways, too.

Warnings: smut, dub-con!!, male oral receiving, public oral sex

Word count: 2k

A/N: ⚠️please DO NOT read if you’re uncomfortable with dub-con. It’s not for everyone. (In this specific plot it’s used because Obi Wan is trying to be a good Jedi) Consent is slightly more clear right before the act.

This was requested by anon! Thanks lovely, hope you enjoy 💕

(my gif)

Obi Wan’s face became more frustrated by the second. You sat across from him in the Temple library. You’d joined your friend today because he wanted the company while he completed some tasks undoubtedly related to his Jedi duties. 

“You alright?” You inquired, attempting to withhold a giggle at the sight of a man who is so usually calm becoming annoyed at technology.

“This datapad is going to drive me mad” he huffed. His fingers furiously tapped away at his attempted tasks.

“Sounds like a user-error” you teased him while continuing to stare at him. He looked up at you, obviously trying not to smile back. “And it’s a desktop computer, so, not technically a data pad” you jokingly corrected him.

“Well, whatever it is, it doesn’t like me very much” he remarked and returned his attention to the illuminated screen.

“What exactly are you trying to do?”

“I’m trying to navigate the archives here but it keeps telling me I’m typing in invalid coordinates” his voice grew more annoyed.

“Would you like my help?” You offered kindly

“No, that’s not necessary.” He politely declined.

You waited, not responding, knowing he’d change his mind after another failed attempt. His eyes shot upward at you across the table and quickly looked back down, but then hesitantly returned to your gaze.

“Maybe I could use your help, y/n” he finally admitted.

“Mhm, that’s what I thought” you rose from your seat and headed around the table. You observed the room, and no one was around. You hadn’t seen anyone in the library since you walked in. You could probably hear a pin drop in the vast silence. You came around behind his chair and leaned down next to him. Obi Wan’s eyes could not have been less discreet as they peered over to your chest that was now at his eye level. Your shirt was low cut, and perhaps a little too tight, but nothing you wouldn’t normally wear. You noticed but said nothing to Obi Wan, just flattered that he wanted to look.

“Let me try and enter the coordinates. What were they?” You inquired. He gave you the same numbers he had been typing in. You unfortunately found yourself having the same issue he was having. Obi Wan laughed, mocking you for thinking it was his fault.

“User-error, was it?” He teased you. You shook your head and giggled.

“Let me try something else” you said. You attempted other methods in order to make it work. 

“Why don’t you pull up a chair?” He suggested.

You looked around, there were no chairs close, except for your chair on the other side of the table.

“Oh no, that’s alright” you shrugged, but then an idea crept into your devious, sexually deprived head. You checked your surroundings again, no one was in the library. It was late, anyways, so it wasn’t unusual.

Obi Wan’s lap sat there, open and empty, legs spread open, as if it was waiting on you to fill the space. You slowly moved your hips downward and over onto his thighs. He didn’t say a word, protest, or even make a sound, until you were fully seated on his unprepared lap.

“Oh, um...alright then” he stuttered, unsure what to say, but didn’t reject you either.

“Sorry, I saw a perfectly good seat and took it. That okay?” You clearly played innocent.

He roughly cleared his throat and breathed out hard. His built up sexual tension was obvious, and you preyed on it guiltlessly.

“No problem at all” he chuckled, finally responding to you. Continuing to work at the computer in your new found seat, you rotated your hips side to side subtly, pressing more firm into him. Hardly any time had passed before you felt him grow aroused under your ass. You smirked, loving the effect you were having on him.

“Oh, there we go, it worked!” you announced suddenly. The screen displayed the archive location that he searched for, after tweaking with the settings for a bit.

“What worked?” He breathed out, clearly more flustered than the last time he spoke. It was as if he was snapped out of a trance. He was incredibly distracted and couldn’t even recall for the moment what you were even helping him with.

“The...computer?” You stated the obvious, turning around sharply to meet his eyes.

“Right!” He shyly remembered.

His erection was continuing to grow and he wondered if you could feel it against you.

“Something wrong, Obi Wan?” You asked him, Both of you were fully aware of what was happening, but the lack of direct communication refused to acknowledge it plainly.

“Oh, I’m fine” He replied, clearing his throat again.

“You sure? You seemed flustered” You pushed the conversation further.

“Y-yes I'm, uh, I’m sure” he stumbled over his words.

“Seems like you’re having a hard time with your words there, Master Kenobi” you purred, wasting no time dancing around the idea. “Well, something is hard” you smirked, getting close to his face while sitting sideways across his thighs.

His breath hitched in his throat when he heard your voice turn sensual. Obi Wan said nothing because he wasn’t sure what to say. He wanted you, that you could tell, but a man that lived so strictly by the Jedi code would be hard to crack. And in public? He’d be insane to let you seduce him.

“Y/n...” he groaned deeply. His body language communicating how hard it was to restrain himself.

“Yes?” You whispered while moving your lips to his bare neck. You placed your lips at his supple skin and pecked slowly and lightly.

“As lovely as this is, I can’t” he protested. “It’s forbidden for me to engage in this, y/n, you know that”

Regardless, your lips continued working at his neck. A hum, almost resembling a moan, crawled from his mouth.

“You’re telling me, that if I got on my knees, right now, right here in front of you, that you wouldn’t want me to suck your cock?” You purred so softly directly into his ear. You observed the chills that cascading down his body and you smiled against his skin.

“Stars, y/n, I’ve never heard you talk like this” He avoided the question, his breathing still tense. You felt his hips buck slightly up into your weight.

“I know how stressed you are, Obi Wan, let me help you” you offered. He looked into your eyes for a moment. Desperation was hidden deep in his gaze. He wanted a release, but had to make a decision of his morality and his loyalty to the Jedi Order.

“You want to do that to me...here?” He inquired the absurdity of your offered actions and especially there in public. His tone was so innocent and clueless to your attraction to him.

“Oh, Master Kenobi, it’d be my pleasure” you called him by his formal name yet again, even though you’d only ever called him Obi Wan. You assumed it might turn him on. You were right.

You softly press your lips onto his. He received your lips hesitantly, but then eagerly. You moved to straddle him, placing both legs on either side of his hips. You pushed your hips forward, curling them into his bulge. Becoming more comfortable with your touch, Obi Wan’s lips danced with yours passionately.

Butterflies fluttered in your belly as you finally acted on your eager built up desires for him.

“But, y/n, the Council -” he began again, breaking the kiss, and still worried for his long list of ethical restrictions on his life.

“I don’t see them here...do you? And we both know Anakin doesn’t follow the rules, does he?” You persisted.

“Well, no. I suppose you’re right” he whispered back, laughing quietly at your comment. He was nervous, but it was impossible for him to hide his new hunger for your lips around his cock.

“Allow yourself some fun, Master”

“Y/n, I want to, but I’ve never done anything like this before” He admitted casually.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you” you sweetly assured him.

“Okay, darling, but I do believe we must make this quick” he finally fully accepted the idea, but looked quickly around the very large room to confirm you were alone together.

“Oh it won’t take me long at all” you winked at him.

Removing yourself from his lap, his eyes never left you as he was unsure of your next step. You got on your knees in front of him, as you promised. His hands eagerly fumbled to pull his trousers down. You met his hands halfway and took over.

His cock begged to be let free from its restraints. Once the cloth passed his full length, it sprung out and met your eye level. He was so adorably nervous. You released a moan at the sight of him exposed to you.

You wrapped your hand around him and the contact made him twitch. He breathed out heavily as he’d never been touched like this by another person. Your eyes met his lustful gaze. You raised your eyebrows, non verbally asking If he was ready. He nodded his head, and you proceeded.

Your lips parted widely to bring him into your mouth. Your eyes locked as you lowered your mouth completely down his length, taking all of him into you. A feeling so unfamiliar to him caused Obi Wan to grip the arm rest of the chair. He breathed in sharply, and exhaled the sweetest moan. Using the moisture from your mouth, you glided yourself up and down slowly.

“Oh my stars, y/n” he whispered. You two knew you still needed to be quiet, in case someone was close.

Obi Wan was so sensitive and touch starved beyond belief. No matter how hard he tried to muffle himself, he was unsuccessful. Your ears were graced with the delicate sounds escaping his lips as you brought him more pleasure than he’d ever experienced before.

“Fuck” he cried, already so close to his climax from your skilled motions. Vulgarity flying from him was a new sound to you and it earned a warm sensation inside of you.

An aching formed between your legs, a feeling of pleasure that was all too familiar to you. You wanted him to take you right then and there, but you’d surely get caught. Another time, you thought.

Removing your mouth to rest your jaw, you pumped your hands around him. You looked up at him, his eyes had still not broken contact with you while you created a euphoric form of pleasure for him for the first time.

“Y/n...” he whimpered

“Yes, Master Kenobi?” You cooed and smiled at him. He formed a grin down at you that quickly turned back into his O-face as you pumped him faster.

“I’m...oh my” he started, his body couldn’t stay still.

“Are you gonna cum for me?”

“Oh, yes, y/n. I’m so close. I’m gonna cum” he whined.

You returned the moisture of your mouth back to his cock and sloppily, yet rhythmically, sucked him continuously, responding to the way his body moved and the sound of his moans. The veins in his length twitched and his hips shifted.

Obi Wan threw his head back in ecstasy and just then you felt your throat become coated in his hot cum. The suppression of the growls that formed from his climax was intense and deep, somehow loud and quiet simultaneously.

You swallowed him up and removed your mouth from his sensitive parts. Obi Wan’s head was still laid back, you watched as his chest rose and fell with the effort to catch his breath.

“Was that alright?” You asked, giggling, knowing the answer already.

“Well, I...darling that was...incredible” he finally expressed in between his deep breaths.

You helped him pull his trousers back up and plant a kiss on his cheek as you stood.

“Glad I could be of some assistance for you tonight” you winked.

He was blushing, still in disbelief that you two just engaged in such an act. He was so precious and shy about the whole thing, but enjoyed every single second of it.

“Perhaps maybe I can help you next time, hm?” He suggested. You bite your lip, already growing eager for the next time you’d be alone with him.

Kinda wanna make a part 2??

[angst-fairygodmother]

Vengeance (Diego Hargreeves x Reader, Kinktober)

A/N: Oh boy...this one went hard. Pun intended? It’s technically a direct sequel to PDA as opposed to a stand alone. But I suppose it could also be read alone. Up to you.  Word Count: 1874 Kinktober Prompts: Edging/Teasing, Angry Sex (kinda) Rating: E(xplicit) Content Warnings: blowjob, dirty talk, mild degradation, swearing, teasing, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, rough sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation Cross-posted to AO3 here.

After the stunt Diego had pulled, you were eager to get him home and growing annoyed with every delay from how slow he was eating to the fact that he wanted to take the scenic route home. However, you let him continue, knowing exactly what he thought he was doing, and what was actually happening instead. 

As soon as you made it through the door, finally, you pounced on him, knocking him back against the closed front door and kissing him harshly. This was the kind of kiss that doubled as a war, and you were determined to win. His hands gripped your hips, holding you close and you used that to your advantage as well, grinding slowly against him and drawing out a groan from his parted lips. You nipped at his lower lip before slipping your tongue into his mouth. He tried to slip a knee between your legs, leaning like he hoped to flip you around so he could take control, and you growled, pressing your hands to his shoulders to keep him exactly where you wanted him. 

“Y/N?” he asked, panting as you drew back to trail your lips along his jaw.

“You were cruel,” you said, punctuating your words with little open-mouthed kisses. “Toying with me at dinner, teasing me by dragging out the walk home. And now, you’re going to pay for it.”

“Is that a promise?”

“Unless you tell me to stop it is,” you purred, continuing your journey, dragging your teeth lightly down the column of his throat. 

He groaned, his head falling back so that he stared at the ceiling and his neck was bared for you. Deftly, your fingers unbuttoned his shirt as you continued to kiss and lick every sensitive point you could reach, thankful that for once he had forgone his usual sweaters in favor of a nice dress shirt. Sliding it off his shoulders, you growled in frustration when you found that he was wearing an undershirt. Rather than waste precious time, you abandoned the idea of slowly stripping him bare and moved to undo his belt instead, sinking to your knees to kiss the exposed parts of his stomach as you untucked the offending shirt.

As you teased trailing fingers over the prominent bulge in his pants, a flicker of movement caught your eye and a flash of white sailed over your head. You ran your hands over the taut plane of his stomach, feeling his breath shudder beneath your fingertips.

“Oh now you want to be good?” you questioned, a self-satisfied smirk on your face. “It’s too late for that.”

You hated giving up even that fraction of control by allowing him to decide for himself to take off his clothes, but what you wanted to do would be so much easier without fabric in the way, so you did. You rocked back on your heels and stared up at him, totally in command despite your suppliant position.

“Fine. Then strip for me.”

You watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed, nodding rapidly and nearly falling over himself to follow your orders. When he was bare before you, you placed your hands on his hips, pressing him back against the door. 

“Now, stay right there,” you instructed, letting your breath ghost over him. 

You trailed feather light kisses across his skin, lips crossing every inch except where he wanted you the most, lingering to pay particular attention to the sensitive scars that littered his body from years of fighting. 

“Y/N…” he whined, fists clenching at his sides as he resisted the urge to bury them in your hair and guide you to what he needed. “Please…”

“Please what?” you asked, rocking back and removing all touch, which only made him whine louder. “Use your words Diego.”

“Please, baby, I need your pussy, your mouth, something, anything. I need you, need to feel around me baby.” he begged, repeating it like a chant. 

You bit your lip, the sound and sight of him so desperate for you so quickly sending a jolt of electricity through you, your thighs clenching in a search for friction. His words cut off suddenly in a wanton moan as you surged forward, licking a long stripe along his cock before wrapping your lips around the tip and sucking harshly. His head slammed backward, banging hard against the fiberglass he was practically pressed into and you paused; you had no intention for your little game to result in actual injury. 

When he didn’t seem to have a pained reaction, you smiled around him and began to move, each bob of your head sinking you further down onto him until he was hitting the back of your throat and you struggled not to gag. You kept the pace slow, almost lazy, and when he bucked his hips, trying to take more than you were ready to allow him, you reached up, digging your nails sharply into the bony parts of his hips and pressed him back again. He hissed, sucking in a sharp breath as the pain bled into the pleasure.

You felt him trembling beneath your touch, so close to tipping over the edge that you could literally taste it on his skin, the salt of sweat and pre-cum mingling on your tongue. Staring up at him, making sure he could see the predatory and pleased look in your eyes, you slowly backed away, pulling your mouth off of him completely. A thin line of spit continued to connect you to him and you raised a hand to demurely wipe it away.

“Fuck, why did you stop?” he panted. 

“Because, I’m not done with you yet.” You rose to your feet, pressing yourself to the long line of his body. “Maybe now you’ll learn your lesson about playing nicely.”

You leaned in as if to kiss him, when you caught something spark behind his eyes, a fire that you very rarely saw, and it distracted you just long enough. Strong hands gripped your hips, pulling you flush against him and then suddenly, it was your back against the wall. He kissed you hungrily, all tongue and teeth, as if he truly intended to devour you whole. One hand trailed down your thigh, hitching your leg up around his waist so that he could press even deeper against you. 

“Diego,” you moaned as he turned his attention to your favorite place, the sensitive spot behind your ear. 

You tilted your head to give him better access to it and he rewarded you with a harsh bite, sure to leave a mark. 

“Bedroom, now,” you panted, trying to regain some semblance of control. 

Finally agreeing with you on something, he moved quickly, lifting you so that you could wrap your other leg around him as well, balancing your weight with hands that pinched and grabbed at your ass. Without breaking his attention from your neck, he stumbled down the hall, not caring that you knocked into the walls and doorframes as you went. You kicked off your shoes somewhere along the way, and as soon as you both dropped onto the mattress, his hands travelled up, practically tearing your rumpled dress off you. 

“You think you’re the only one who can play games, princess?” he growled, biting and mouthing down your exposed skin until he reached the swell of your breasts. 

Roughly, he slid one of his hands under the band of your bra, palming your breast and rolling your pert nipple under his fingers. You arched into his touch, reaching around behind yourself to undo the clasp (before he completely ruined the expensive garment by stretching it out of shape). As soon as you did, he yanked it off you, and fixed his lips around the unattended bud, sucking harshly.

A high, keening whine escaped your lips and he chuckled, vibrating your skin. His free hand moved your panties out of the way, sliding them down just enough to allow him access. 

“God, you’re so wet for me,” he groaned, teasing you with the faintest touch of his fingers over your folds, not dipping close enough to bring you any satisfaction.

“Truce?” you asked breathlessly. “No more games. Just fuck me.”

“Oh I’ll fuck you alright, princess,” he growled, moving back up your chest and throat to hover over your lips again. “But there’s no truce until you’re begging. And remember, you started it.” 

He smirked at your shiver of anticipation. With one thrust, he bottomed out, pausing long enough for you to adjust before he set a punishing pace. Each time he withdrew nearly all the way out, only to fill you completely once more, your body fluttering around him as he found his mark with precision, driving you mad. 

“Diego!” you cried, voice strained and eyes squeezing shut. “I’m going to cum!” 

“Go ahead, cum for me. But I want you to look at me when you do.” He grasped your chin with one hand, holding your gaze on him, the other hand tweaking your nipple again.

You cried out, your muscles spasming and clenching around him as you came, but he continued to fuck you through it, pace never stopping. You bucked your hips to meet his thrusts with your own. If he wanted war, then you would fight back with all you had. 

The coil within you wound up again, quicker than you thought possible, and you started seeing stars. 

“That’s it baby,” he muttered before pressing his lips to yours, tongue delving deep and motions never faltering. 

You felt yourself crest over the edge of pleasure again, sucking his lower lip into your mouth and biting down on it as you did, your squeal mixing with his groan.

“Can you manage one more for me, Y/N?” he asked, stilling for a moment, all his performative aggression vanishing in the wake of concern for you.

You nodded, unable to find the words but still wanting him more.

“That’s my girl,” he smirked before resuming pounding into you. 

You squeezed the hand he had entwined with yours and brought your other one up to scrabble across his back, surely leaving thin red lines with your nails. His hand trailed down your body, leaving your breast to slip between you and rub circles on your oversensitive nub. 

You wrapped your legs back around his waist, pulling him closer.

“I’m gonna cum again,” you panted. “I want you cum with me Diego baby. Please. I wanna feel it.”

Your words and bucking, pressing closer than should have been humanly possible, the clench of your muscles around him, the sting of your nails, it was all too much for him. His hips stuttered, thrusts losing their rhythm until you felt his release, driving you over the edge again with a primal scream, vision flaring white, every nerve overstimulated. 

Weakly he trailed to a halt, pulling out of you and rolling to the side, brushing sweat-damp hair away from your brow.

“That was amazing,” you mumbled hazily, rolling to face him, clinging to him weakly as you came back to earth. “I should rile you up more often.”

He laughed, equally breathless as he snaked an arm around your waist. “Fuck, I love you.”

[duker42]

💜Strip Tease💜

‘The brat is killing me.’ He groaned to himself as he tried to look at everything but her. ‘Why does she torture me like this?’ It seemed like every damn time he got around Y/N, she was taking her damn clothes off in front of him.

He had been hit on before. There had been a few women that thought he would be enticed by stripping in front of him. Not that it had ever worked, they were sent off broken hearted with the promise of extra chores. He didn’t get that vibe when Y/N did it. It was as if she was changing in front of another woman.

It was probably his fault. The first time it had happened, he had been so tongue tied he hadn’t been able to say a word.

~~~~~Flashback

“Hey Levi! Give me just a second and I’ll be ready to head to the meeting.” Y/N called from the bathroom of her quarters.

Walking around her office, he inspected the windowsill for dust. A little dirty to his standards, but it had been wiped down yesterday, so he knew she wouldn’t complain. At the bookshelf, he noticed the sequel to a book he had just finished reading. Picking it up, he was thumbing through the pages when she darted into the room.

“I’m sorry! Just one more second. I got toothpaste on my shirt.” She explains as she rushes over to the desk, a shirt in hand. She began to strip off her top straps and unbutton her shirt.

Levi had looked up just in time to see her arms slide out of the dirty linen. His eyes widened slights as he took in her lacy bra covered chest. He opened his mouth to ask her what the hell she was doing, but nothing would come out. All he could do was stare as she pulled on the fresh shirt and buttoned it swiftly.

Shaking himself out of his daze, he put the book back in it’s spot and turned around as she finished re-buckling her harness.

“Ready?” She smiles, motioning for him to follow. All he could do was trail behind her, trying to make sense of what had happened.

~~~~~

Since that day, she had changed in front of him 12 other times. Once even going so far as to strip down completely to go take a shower. That was the day Levi almost choked to death on his tea. Then the brat tormented him even further by running over to him in a tiny towel and patting his back like a baby.

She wouldn’t have come within thirty meters of him if she knew what he wanted to do to her in that moment. But at least coughing up the tea from his lungs had caused his erection to go down so he didn’t embarrass himself further.

Currently, she was changing her damned pants. Event number 14 of taking off something in front of him, teasing him. He glanced over guiltily just in time to see her bent over, her tiny panties riding up, showing the curves of her ass to perfection. He had to shift in his seat, willing himself to think of anything to keep from getting excited.

‘Yeager, think about Yeager. That brat will make it go away.....’ He relaxed as his body responded to his commands to calm the fuck down. He kept his eyes trained on the desk in front of him and convinced himself not to look back over to the open door to her bedroom.

When she came back, she sat behind the desk and smiled easily at him. “Thanks for waiting! I really had to get out of those dirty pants.”

He grunted in response. His inner monologue was slightly more talkative. ‘Give me half a chance and I’ll make the new ones filthy...You’ll have to change panties too, or better yet, wear none. No, you’ll be wearing me. Shit! Down boy! Concentrate you idiot....’

“Okay so we need to finalize the training roster for the incoming recruits. You’ve read the reports from Shadis. Is there any areas we need to focus on?” Y/N looks up from the paper in her hand to look at Levi, ready to take notes on his input.

Sighing, he rolls his eyes, thankful for the distraction from where his dirty mind was taking him. “They are all green as shit when it comes to teamwork. We are going to need to run joint drills, work on their coordinated attacks.”

“Alright, I’ll tweak the final schedule to accommodate the drills and bring it to you tonight after dinner. Sound good?”

“I’ll come here. I have a meeting with Erwin, don’t know what time he will shut up.” He says, getting up to leave. He needed to go take a cold shower if he was going to be around her again tonight.

**Time Skip**

The meeting with Erwin seemed to drag on forever. Levi pinched the bridge of his nose as the Commander ONCE AGAIN brought up the Military Police’s chickenshit whining over Eren being in their custody.

“Why do I give a damn what they bitch about? Are we done? I’ve have other shit to do.” Levi interrupts, sending a dark glower over the desk to the man seated behind it.

“Fine, Levi. I’ll handle the MP’s complaints. Go get some tea before you kill someone.” The blonde man sighs as he waves Levi out and turns his attention to the stack of papers in front of him.

Walking from the office, he wanders into the Mess Hall kitchen. Setting out the tea kettle, he quickly measures out his tea leaves and pours the warm water over them to steep. Setting two cups and a small sugar dish on the tray, he makes his way to the office he seemed to spend as much time in as his own lately.

Pushing the door open without knocking, he entered to find Y/N glaring at the door, until she realized it was him.

“Now you would have disemboweled someone for entering your office without knocking. Why do I not get the same courtesy?” She jokes, laughing lightly.

“All I hear is whining. I’m not going to share my tea if you keep it up, brat.” He retorts, deadpanned.

Mollified at her mock horror, he sets the tea on her desk and pours the fragrant brew. Adding a sugar cube for Y/N, he hands it to her before settling into the chair opposite her. Leaning back with his cup gripped in his fingers, he tastes it and hums in satisfaction.

Ignoring her cup for the moment, she launches into the details of the training schedule. He drinks his tea as he listens, interjecting at points, adding insight to improve the plans. Long minutes go by as she quickly makes the changes he suggests, happily agreeing with his ideas.

Just when Levi has relaxed, thinking that he will be able to spend a night around her without the uncomfortable problems he had been having lately, she picks up her tea cup. Bringing the now cooled liquid up to her lips, the handle of the cup snaps, causing it’s contents to spill all down the front of her shirt.

“Shit!” She leaps to her feet, her blouse now translucent and sticking to her skin. Her straps were taken off hours earlier so her fingers fly to her shirt as she hastily unbuttons it.

Her bra is black, sinfully molded to her curves. Levi eyes the lace covering the swells of her breasts as she goes to remove the shirt. He feels his self control snap as he jumps to his feet.

“Damnit woman!” He growls out dangerously as he reaches for her, gripping her arms to her side as he gives off a deadly aura.

“Sorry, Levi...I’ll clean the tea up.” Y/N looks slightly shocked and a little scared of his reaction to spilled tea. While he intimidated the cadets, years as a Squad Leader had taught her that she had nothing to fear from the sullen man.

“I don’t give a shit about the tea! Why are you doing this? Seeing how long it takes before I crack? 15 times, 15 fucking times is how long it took.” Levi’s low tone was more alarming than if he had shouted at her.

Her brow furrowed in confusion. She had no idea what he was talking about. 15 times of what? Her bewilderment seemed to annoy him even further as he tightened his grip on her arms and shook her a bit.

“How many fucking times are you going to take your clothes off in front of me? Is it a game to you?”

The shock on her face was evident. He paused, looking at her as if she were one of Hanji’s crazy experiments. Her face had turned red and her eyes were wide as if she had just come to some great realization.

“Shit.....I..I thought you were....that you....” She stammered, looking away from him.

“That I what?” He bit out impatiently.

“I thought that you...wanted Eren.”

He dropped his hands as if burned. For a long moment he couldn’t speak. He understood now....A short harsh laugh came out, causing her to look back at him.

“I have no interest in that brat. Why would you think that?”

Sheepishly, she covered her arms over her chest as she answered. “You are always with him....always looking at him.”

He rolled his eyes. Only he would have someone thinking he lusted after a shitty male teenage brat because he did his job. “Idiot....I am supposed to watch him, keep him with me. I’m making sure he controls himself.” He steps closer to her, invading her space. “Believe me, I’m straight.”

“Levi....I...” She trailed off, embarrassed. She had changed in front of him 15 times? Once even completely....She look into his eyes in complete horror.

He smiled wickedly, knowing exactly what she was remembering. “You were lucky I was choking to death. I wanted to put you on that desk and fuck you senseless. Now here you are again, tempting me....”

He watched her reaction to his words. Flickers of desire sparked in her eyes. ‘At least it isn’t one sided’ he thought. He ran a finger from her collarbone to the edge of her bra while she quivered under his light touch. He took a step back.

“Now, if you strip in front of me again, you know exactly what you will be getting into.”

Her eyes lowered to his groin, taking in the obvious arousal she had never thought to look for before. Her gaze darted back to his stormy grey orbs. He waited. He was waiting for her. She pulled the now cold shirt off her shoulders, his eyes narrowed and focused like a predator. Reaching back, she starts to unhook the clasps to her bra before she sees him move towards her. Pouncing on her, he stops her hands.

“Let me strip you this time.”

Mobile MasterList

[honeyjaez]

Maze of Miroh- Chapter 19: The Battle for The Under Pt 2

I have a somewhat long announcement guys so bear with me here.

Ahhh hey guys. I got a lot of reasonings as to why this chapter is so late. First, I started Uni again, and its been an adjustment. Two, some internal issues at work caused me to break down in a complete depression spiral. For about 3 whole weeks I cried at work at least once a day haha. Finally, and this was more recent, but the rumors regarding Woojin.  I started this story of May 2019, before Woojin left, and afterwards I vowed I would continue to write him in my story despite no longer being in the group. But this issue it totally different in its entirety. Regardless if they are true or not (and we don't know that they are or not) the way he has handled the whole thing did not sit right with me. This topic hits close home for me as it is and I contemplated removing Woojin from my story all together to avoid making you guys feel uncomfortable as well as myself because it is such a serious trigger. As more rumors came out about his treatment towards the others members and what not I suddenly got a sick feeling in my stomach about him in general. When news first broke out I just wanted to go on in the story, never writing his name again and just totally drooping his character. I thought about telling everyone to not think of these characters as stray kids members and keep him in. But as I've had time to calm down and come to my own decision about the matter, I've decided that I will write him in this story for only this chapter and possibly next. I will be removing him from this story in a plot driven way and I would like you all to respect my decision on this matter. If it comes out later on that he is innocent of all his has been accused, then hey, *shrugs*. But I would rather that than me continue to write such a compassionate and kind character for someone who has lost their way in this regards. I just personally do not feel comfortable at this moment writing him in. Which really sucks because he was such an important part of this arc lol. Anyways, If I have offended you all by my way of removing Woojin from this story I am truly sorry. Again I thought about just totally pretending his character never existed in the first place. But as a writer, it didn't sit right with me.

With that, I have to tweak the story a bit, but I hope you enjoy this little update. Next update is nearly done (Actually this chapter was originally like 3 times longer, but I decided to cut it up.) Have a good night!

The Under:

To say Jisung was in a bad mood was a complete understatement.

All they were supposed to do was get down here, get the information they needed from Dowoon and get the fuck out.

There weren't supposed to be any psychotic speed demons, nor an emo Legolas wannabe with a stick up his ass. And there CERTAINLY wasn’t supposed to be any Virus.

Jisung furrowed his brow as their group ran towards the outer city limits. He looked behind him to see Minho straggling a few feet to the side, the older boy's eyes focused on the road in front of them. Jisung clicked the roof of his mouth with his tongue in annoyance before he turned back around to look at the buildings in front of them.

If only the others knew what they were going through. Jisung almost laughed  imagining the raging meltdown both Changbin and Seungmin would have had in reaction to their current situation. They both are used to Chan’s more risky judgments, being in the group for as long as they had. Oh, if they could see us now….

He let out a long-winded sigh of defeat. They should have left when they had the chance.

But alas, he was being the selfish one here, and his other members had to be heroes incarnate, risking their lives for a group of people who they barely knew…Woojin hyung aside.  And in return, it would be up to Jisung to protect them all since they were all so infuriatingly reckless.

Nope definitely not annoyed....

Jisung’s ears perked as he heard a voice call out to them as they moved closer to the edge of the city. His eyes adjusted forward to see Wooyoung looking back at them, mouth moving as he voiced a command to them. Right away, the team came to an halt as they reached the first signs of buildings, and Wooyoung turned to look back at them, his eyes dark and hard with determination.

“Since some of you don’t know how our city is set up, we will split up in groups.” he explained “Mingi will go with Minho to the eastern section of the city, while Jisung and I will head to the north… Jongho, you'll be in the west.”

Wooyoung’s voice faded from Jisung’s mind as he felt his blood run icy cold at Wooyoung’s words. Now his annoyance was being overwritten by fear. This was exactly what he was afraid of… they were splitting up.

“Hyung,” Wooyoung seemingly continued, looking towards Woojin “since you know the city, can you head to the center? Our 3 teams will have to work fast, ushering the people back here towards the southern part of the city where the bunker is.”

Jisung shook himself back to the present and looked to see that while his eyes were hard with determination, he didn’t miss the way Wooyoung’s hands trembled at his sides. He regarded the older boy with a wave of understanding and sympathy.

 No matter how you look at it, we are working in a helpless situation… At Least he has the good sense to be scared…

But that begs the question. What about him? Was he scared? He was annoyed, that was for sure. But it didn’t take a genius to know his annoyance was just a mask, trying to hide his own fear.  No matter what, the odds did not look favorable.  5 of them trying to evacuate an entire city on their own? Working with a timer that they didn’t even know what it’s set at?

No thanks, I want a refund.

Woojin must have sensed Jisung’s negativity, for he set his eyes on the younger, giving out a small, knowing cough to gain his attention. He looked up and  locked eyes with Woojin, seeing the elder boy give him a half smile, like he was trying to reassure him.

“It won’t be easy,” he said out loud, tearing his gaze from Jisung’s and towards the party. “It will take all of our best efforts, but remember what Hongjoong said. No one has permission to die here and I am seconding that.”

The younger boys all stared at the older boy, their gaze turning hard with determination. Only Jisung looked apprehensive as he stared at his two teammates, and he found himself looking particularly in the direction of their green-horned Minho, who was still very much a novice in this world.

Jisung thought back to just a few hours ago in their shared room and Minho’s words caused Jisung’s brain to short circuit.

__

“Jisung, no matter what obstacle, what problem and what path leads in front of you, I believe with every fiber of my being that you will come out on top.”

__

God I really hope he is right….

If he was going to save the city and keep Minho alive he was going to need all the luck in the world.

Minho’s words replayed in his mind as he caught sight of Mingi making his way over to the brown haired boy. It was then that Minho himself seemed to feel Jisung’s gaze, and looked back, staring evenly. Jisung noticed with a twitch in his face, Minho’s soft eyes showing the slightest of fear to him. But before Jisung could do anything, Minho quickly covered it up with a misplaced resolve.

The younger grit his teeth in annoyance, knowing that look all too well. He saw it enough in his brother when they were kids and enough times in Chan and the others to last him a lifetime.

I swear to god he wants me to hate him...

Nothing made Jisung madder than a beautiful idiot with a death wish....

And Minho was all three.

There were a few exchanges between Wooyoung and the others, but all too quickly it was over and Jisung felt an arm ripping him from the circle, and thus tearing him from Minho’s gaze.

“Come on” Wooyoung muttered quickly “We have the furthest distance needed to travel. There is no time to waste.”

Just like that, Jisung was pulled from his fellow members, his stomach churning at the thought of being separated from them in a situation like theirs. If he isn’t there to stop them from being complete idiots, then who was?

Yep. Definitely annoyed.

“Fuck...” he cursed under his breath as he turned his back around, leaving the group behind as the both picked up speed. Jisung closed his eyes, sending a silent prayer to whatever god lived above to listen to his plea.

“Keep the idiots with a deathwish safe….please…”  

Minho

Minho watched as Wooyoung dragged Jisung away, an uneasy feeling in his stomach starting to make its way upwards. He hated being separated just as much as Jisung probably felt.  But he couldn’t argue with Wooyoung’s logic, nor could he back down from the task at hand.

He was going to save as many people as possible and show The Order that their time of winning was over.

Minho jumped slightly as he felt a hand on his shoulder, turning to see Woojin give him a comforting smile. “Jisung will be alright Minho,” he said, as if he knew his thoughts. “If anyone can take care of themselves, it’s Jisung.”

“Yah.” Minho agreed with a quick nod of his head.”You’re right.”

“Minho!” Mingi called “You ready? We need to get going!”

Minho turned to the taller boy who was standing next to Jongho and nodded  “Ready”

Woojin took a step forward, brushing his shoulder with Minho’s as a form of comfort. “Take care of him Mingi, he is our important member and friend...lord knows what Felix would do to me if I lost him on this mission.”

Mingi snorted playfully “I don’t know who that is, but as long as he can keep up we will be fine.” He then turned towards Jongho, placing two hands on his shoulders “Be safe little one.”

Minho almost laughed as he watched Jongho look up at the taller boy with a mildly annoyed face, “You know I can kick your ass right?” he asked the taller boy.

Mingi was unfazed as he waved a hand in the air. “Details Details” he said with a smile, motioning for Minho to follow him. If Jongho had heard his comment, the youngest made no notion of it, and turned back around, heading in his own direction.

As they ran further and further from the others he couldn’t help but shake a deep feeling of dread. Minho turned his gaze backwards to look at Woojin’s fleeting figure and he felt his heart tightening in his chest. Something didn’t didn’t feel right.

“Tch!” Minho growled to himself mentally “No. I won’t psych myself out this time!”

This was it. This was another chance to do good, and prove to himself that he CAN do what is needed to be done. No more hiding. No more cowardice. Minho had to make a difference here or his promise to Jeongwoo would be meaningless.

The two of them went on for a few minutes in complete silence, but eventually Minho could feel Mingi’s gaze on him and he turned his head slightly to glance back.

“What?” was all he asked.

“How new?” he asked.

Minho's eyes widened in confusion, turning to get a better look at the bigger boy “Excuse me?”

Mingi chuckled, his gaze turning back to the road in front of them “I mean how new are you to this harsh world of fighting?”

Minho felt his cheeks warm in embarrassment at the question, and he quickly looked at the ground in front of him, sheepish. “Is it that obvious?” he mewed quietly.

Mingi laughed louder this time, throwing two hands in the air in kindness “Not really.” he chuckled “I mean just the fact that you beat San shows you have skills.” He said encouragingly. “I just ask because your members treat you like you're fragile… something you only really do when you are new to this world.”

Minho nodded, trying to calm down from his mild dose of embarrassment. “You can say that again….” he mused.

Mingi smiled at him and gave him a toothy grin “Well the others might not say it, but just the fact that you are against The Order makes you a friend to me!”

Minho’s eyes widened and he nearly smiled at the boy’s pure words. “I thought The Under were neutral when it came to The Order…” He said with a puzzled look. ”You neither give them support but neither do you fight against them… isn’t that right?”

But the younger boy shrugged rather casually, “That is the standard” he explained “But it doesn’t necessarily mean we all agree with it. Hongjoong hyung...” Mingi trailed off, like he was contemplating saying his next words.

“Truthfully….” the taller boy continued more slowly “If it were up to Hongjoong Hyung… We would have liked nothing more than to go the surface, to make The Under more than just a lawless city, that in which is suffocating in the mud and dirt down here.” Mingi turned and gazed at Minho, with the first sense of intensity he caught all day “He wants a better future for the children born down here, something we didn’t get.”

Minho looked at him, pondering his words for a few seconds, and trying to understand the underlying problem. Suddenly Chan’s words flashed through his mind.

“ If we even wanted a chance at overthrowing The Order, then we needed allies. Strong allies at that... “

Minho looked towards Mingi, face pure and honest “If given the chance... Would you fight back? And I mean seriously fight back...”

Mingi gazed back at him, noticing the serious expression on his face, nodding once. “Aye.”

Minho felt a wave of weight being lifted from him and he gave Mingi an earnest smile “Then maybe one day we will.”

It fell into a comfortable silence after that, but Minho couldn’t help but smile now as they ran. This was his first real interaction with another member besides San, and it left him hopeful that they could work together in the future. If they were all like Mingi and Hongjoong that is…

But before he could romance the idea any further, Minho’s smile dropped as he began to hear yelling in the far distance. Screams began to fill his ears and Minho realized with a thump to his heart that they were finally reaching an area with people. As they rounded the corner his eyes widened wide with alarm at the sight of crowds of people rushing forwards, carrying their young ones and belongings as they pushed towards the center. There was no order to it. It was chaotic and messy.

Exactly what Zico wanted.

Minho looked to Mingi who was also looking at the sight with a grim expression on his face. No matter how you looked at it, just two of them controlling this crowd was nearly impossible. It wasn’t going to be easy whatsoever.

But they had to start somewhere.

Mingi rushed forward then, aiming towards a herd of people, easily outpacing them and stopping at the front of them with his arms stretched wide as a blockade. There were a few shocked gasps but also a few who recognized the young boy almost immediately.

“Mingi-ssi!?” Minho heard a voice from the mass call  “What are you doing?! Why are you stopping us?!”

Mingi looked at the crowd, his face dead serious. “Despite what Zico said, protocol calls for all evacuations to take place in the southern bunker!” he tried to yell over the chaos “I’m going to have to ask you to turn the other way!”

Hushed murmurs ripped through the crowd and Minho perked his ears forward to listen.

“That's true…” a female voice said.

“But why would Zico send us to the center if it wasn’t the safest…”

“No matter what it looks like we have orders…”

“Well I trust our leader!”

Please, Please… Minho pleaded.

But Minho’s plea was crushed as the crowd began to push Mingi backwards, choosing to continue on their path. He watched as Mingi was quickly shoved to the side by the masses and he ran forward, pulling him back up as the crown sprinted forward and away from them.

“Mingi-ssi!” he called, helping the boy off from the ground. “Are you okay?”

“Tch!” he spat. “They are choosing to believe Zico over me!”

“Well” Minho reasoned “They don’t know about Zico so of course they still trust him…”

Mingi punched the ground in front of them, his anger rising “Dammit!” he cured “If only Hongjoong hyung was here...”

“Mingi-ssi?” a voice called.

Minho turned to see a taller, older man with worn out blond hair looking at him from across the rushing street. He quickly made his way over to them, holding out a hand to Mingi.

Mingi looked up, taking the older boy's hand, a tired smile on his face. “Inpyo hyung!” he cried “Thank god you are here!”

The one named Inpyo nodded, his face grim “Once the alarm sounded my boys and I set out to help with the evacuations but we are having a bit of difficulties” he admitted. He then turned towards Minho, eyes narrowing in mild interest “Who is this?”

Mingi waved a hand in the air, “This is Minho. He and his group are helping us. Minho-” he turned, waving a hand at the taller man “This is Inpyo. He and his team are one of the best of our police force down here.”

“- Was ” Inpyo corrected, holding out his hand to Minho in greeting “We all retired a few years back when we couldn’t stand by Zico any longer.”

Minho nodded in greeting, taking his hand for a quick shake “I don’t blame you..”

Inpyo smiled at that and took his hand away. “Mingi,” he asked, turning back towards the younger “Why would Zico have the city evacuate to the center of the city?”

Mingi shook his head “I can’t explain right now, but it is all wrong hyung, the center of the city is the focal point of what's to come, and we need to get everyone to get away from there. But no one is willing to listen to me...”

Inpyo placed a hand on his chin, deep in thought.

“Asking them to believe in someone else over their trusted leader is a bit much for most people....” Inpyo mused.

“I understand that” Mingi agreed “But we have to convince them somehow…”

They were all quiet as chaos erupted around them, trying to think of a plan. Suddenly a thought came to Minho’s mind and he looked up at them with wide eyes.

“Inpyo-ssi?” Minho asked “When you say you were one of the best, how much did the people of The Under trust you? Did you have their respect?”

The question caught the older man off guard for a second but quietly nodded “Ah.”

Mingi scoffed “Didn they respect him? They practically worshiped the ground they all walked on…”

“Then why not have Inpyo and his team tell everyone where to evacuate?”

“As much as they trust me Minho,” Inpyo started “I’m still asking them to go against Zico’s orders...most won’t be willin-”

Minho held a finger up in the air to interrupt “But what if we don’t tell them to go against his orders?”

Mingi tilted his head in confusion “Okay, now I’m lost”

But Inpyo seemed to understand what Minho was getting at and nodded once “We tell them something different. Something they would believe came from Zico himself...”

Minho smiled, a small bode of confidence sparking in him “Instead of telling them the evacuation site has changed, we tell them that the center bunker is too full and overflow needs to evacuate to the southern bunker.”

Mingi’s eyes widened in realization while Inpyo nodded “It might work, especially if it comes from our mouths.”

“Hyung” Mingi suddenly turned and looked at the elder boy “Where’s Jiahn and the others? Can you get in contact with him? Have them help?”

Inpyo nodded, pulling out a small phone “I scattered them all to various districts. But I can call them and update the plan.  Jiahn should be in the center of the city right now...”

Minho looked at the elder boy, chewing his bottom lip in worry. “If I can ask Inpyo-ssi. One of my hyungs should be arriving in the center region any second now to help with the evacuation. Maybe your friend could meet up with him.”

Inpyo smiled softly and nodded, “Better as teams than opposing forces. Who is your friend?”

“It’s Woojin hyung” Mingi answered. Inpyo’s face widened in mild surprise and he looked at Mingi with curiosity in his eyes “Woojin? Woojin is in the same group as Minho. Wooyoung is in the North with another of their teammates and Jongho is in the Western quadrant.”

Inpyo eyed him with a mildly disappointed look “And Hongjoong? Where are the rest of your teammates Mingi?”

The taller boy shook his head “Not enough time hyung. Just know they are all doing their part in this. Please hyung….We could really use your help…”

Inpyo nodded looking at the two of them. “I’ll get in contact with my team. Don’t fret Mingi-ya. The Under won't die here is I have anything to say about it.”

They stayed quiet as Inpyo opened his small phone and quickly dialed a few numbers. There was a few more heartbeats of quiet as he put the device to his ear, but soon enough they heard a click and a muffled voice on the other line.

“Jiahn hyung-yes yes I'm okay. Listen, plans changed” he started “We were right. Something is fishy with the center evacuation. We need to evacuate them to the sou-oh?” he stopped midstence as the voice spoke to him and Minho watched as he nodded in response “I get it. You met Woojin already and he told you. Okay. Well tell the people that the center is full and Zico has ordered the overflow to the south. Can you pass the information to Isaac and Yeontae’s groups? Great Thank you. Tell them when their sections are done and they have done a sweep to report to the southern bunker.”

And like that, without even saying goodbye the elder boy quickly shut the phone and turned back to look at them.

“For trusting sake, Mingi keep Minho with you as you work your ways inwards. We have a lot of ground to cover and not a lot of time.”

Both boys nodded and stood up from the ground, pounding their feet on the ground as they began to run into the crowd. A familiar sense of dread suddenly filled Minho to his core and he swallowed hard, his heart beat racing. 

Why did he feel like something terrible was about to happen?

[coughmadicine]

School (diego hargreevesXreader)

request: “Give me soft/sub Diego smut or give me death!”

words count- 2.3k warnings- virginity loss, sub!Diego,  summary- **story takes place when the reader and Diego are 19; When reader makes friends with Diego at her parent's bakery, he invites her back to his place to continue the conversation. But the reader has other plans;) A/N- hiya!!!! smut ahead! This is my first request in a long time and it feels really good to write again. I hope you all enjoy especially the requester @w0nder-marie I took a little liberty in this request and set it when Diego was a young impressionable man (a virgin man tehe) Love my strong sub boys like Diego Hargreeves and Frank Castle :)))))

Masterlist — Living in the same city as the Umbrella Academy, it was a common occurrence to hear of or see the infamous children. It seemed they were a weekly plot line of news stories. You didn’t mind it one bit, in fact, it was kind of nice knowing your city was safe. Your parents owned a bakery in town and you worked for them since the age you could count change and take orders. The work wasn’t exciting like thwarting bank heists, but it kept you very busy. ** On a particular lackadaisical Tuesday, you were cleaning the windows. You wet the window and then ran across it with the wiper, thwipping the water onto a dry cloth. A tapping on the glass suddenly startled you, nearly flipping backward off the ladder you were sat on. You clutched dearly at the rungs and looked out at the perpetrator. It was a tall boy, dark hair, with a knick on his brow. He grinned at you and then turned to enter the bakery.

You crawled down from the ladder, adjusting your apron and went behind the counter where the guy was waiting.

“Didn’t mean to scare you, you just looked so enthralled in your work up there,” he said gesturing to the ladder.

“Oh yeah haha, really interesting work. Er- Anyway how can I help you?” “Well um-“ he paused like he was waiting for you.

When you figured out he was asking for your name you quickly offered it. “Well Y/N I was wondering if I could get some chocolate chip cookies and a black coffee.”

You rang up his total and slid open the display case to package his cookies. When you handed them off to him he paused, his fingers touching yours where you held the coffee and cellophane bag. You swallowed a little nervously.

He grinned again and took them from you then proceeded to take a seat in the empty bakery.

Just my luck- you thought.

You were busy cleaning shop and this handsome man had to come and make the empty room feels stifling. You went back to the window and began cleaning again.

He cleared his throat and you swiveled your head to look at him.

“Pretty busy huh?” “I mean it’s a school day and you just missed the lunch rush. I take it your not in school then?” “No, I’m nineteen. Was never really in it to begin with.” You scoffed, “What do you mean?” “Guess you could say I was homeschooled,” he said a questioning lilt to his voice. “Ok, I’ll bite mister, explain.” He let out a laugh, “My names Diego by the way, Diego Hargreeves.”

Your eyes flashed, of course. He looked a little familiar but it was nothing you could quite grasp.

“I take it I don’t need to explain any more?”

You smiled and realized you were still speaking to him perched on a ladder. You quickly got down and walked to his table where you sat across from him.

“I mean I understand why the no school thing but if you want you can explain,” you smiled.

His eyes lit up, it wasn’t very often he was able to talk about his life with other people his age and he jumped at the chance. He talked long and you listened intently, laughing when he got animated and uttering some comments back. He talked so much about knives and his ‘annoying siblings’ you became amused with his life.

He stayed in the store the entire day talking with you, of course, you left your seat to help customers but quickly returned when they left.

“Thank you,” you said sincerely when his stories lulled. He looked at you incredulously, “What- why?” “You know for what you do, you’re kind of a hero.” “No, it’s just my family.”

You reached over the table and grabbed his hand. His eyes shot up to meet yours, his mouth open slightly in shock. You let go of his hand quickly, assuming it was weird. His hand dropped to the table, your own hands still near his.

“No, thank you, Diego, not just what you do, but for coming here to entertain me for the day.

He smiled and nodded. The sun had begun to set by now and you excused yourself to begin shutting down the cash register. Still, Diego stayed, this time leaning on the counter as you worked. When you were finished you grabbed some cookies and you both walked to the door. You locked it behind you and flipped the open sign over.

“If you want you could come to my place? We could continue the conversation,” he offered, smiling hopefully.

“You mean the mansion?” You wondered incredulously. “No I don’t live there I moved out, I um live in an apartment at the boxing place.”

He scratched the back of his neck and looked down at his feet.

“I would love to.” “Really?” “Of course, I’m not ready for this conversation to end,” you smiled up at him.

He walked you to the back of the building and held the door open for you. He led you to his room and you sat on the bed pushed against the wall. He flicked a lamp on and sat next to you. He was so handsome, even the scar above his eye you found attractive. Your fingers went to his face subconsciously and felt the small scar. He leaned into your touch and you were both a little shocked.

“You know you’re really handsome, Diego”

A light pink tinged his cheeks and he turned his head away from you. You fingers stayed firmly on him and you moved so your palm cupped his cheek and pulled his face back to you. His face was a mere inches away from yours. Your breaths mingled. Your eyes looked for his but they were looking down intently at your lips.

You moved forward and kissed him. Your lips contended in a soft kiss. You pulled away after a moment to gauge his reaction. He was almost grinning and he moved back to kiss you again, this time with more fervor. You shifted on the bed to face him, on leg shifting upwards on the bed and the other dangling off. A quiet moan left his mouth as you bit his lower lip.

“I- uh I’ve never,” he trailed off. He looked down at his fingers that were playing with the sleeve of your sweatshirt.

You smiled and kissed the side of his mouth.

“That’s okay, I mean if you don’t want to we can just kiss,” you paused.

His eyes shot up to yours and he shook his head.

“No I uh I wan-want to. If you do?”

You nodded and stood, starting to take your clothes off. You pulled your sweatshirt over your head then removed your shoes and pants, leaving you in just your panties and bra. He watched intently from the bed. You turned your back to him and unclipped your bra. You peeked over your shoulder to see him palming himself through his trousers.

“Ah ah ah,” you tsked and turned.

You hovered over him and grabbed his hand placing it next to his side like the other. He quirked a brow at you but then his eyes moved down to your breasts.

You motioned for him to scoot up the bed and then when he was sat up against it you flipped a leg over his body to straddle him. You could feel under you the tent in his pants and you twisted your bottom down testing the waters. He arched a little off the bed towards you, causing you to grin. His hands were fisted tightly by his side, waiting to be told what to do next.

“You can touch them, you know,” you said, inhaling, causing your breasts to push upward. His hands lifted and went to cup the sides of both tits. Your nipples perked up as you felt his calloused hands near them. You watched his face as fascination transformed them. The iris’ grew darker as he experimentally tweaked a nipple. You pushed into him and moaned. His eyes met yours and then he brought on nipple into his mouth. You keened, twisting down on him. He grunted as he sucked, his hand paying close attention to the other breast. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders and you continued to roll your hips. When he pulled away, he blushed slightly.

“Let’s get you out of these clothes yeah?”

He nodded and you pulled his shirt off, then undid his pants. You helped him shimmy out of his pants and boxers, another smile tugging on your lips when his hard member rested up against his chest. You looked down at him, admiring his strong legs, his toned chest, his happy trail and then finally his cock. It was definitely substantial in length and width and you really wanted to wrap your lips around it, but you held off. Another time. You pulled your panties off and sat back down on him, his cock resting between both of your chests. He groaned at the skin on skin contact and pulled you in for a needy kiss. You became heated, slipping your tongue in his mouth, then when you pulled away for air you bit his lower lip. His cock twitched below you, and your hand moved down his chest to wrap around the head of it.

“Fuck Y/N I-“ “Shh I know what you want, but you have to ask nicely you grinned.

His hands wrapped around your hips and squeezed at the top of your ass. You slapped his hand and he pulled away grunting in frustration.

“Diego, for me?” You batted your eyelashes. “Can I please touch you Y/N?” “Where,” you continued. “Please anywhere, your ass, your tits. Please touch me Y/N I- I I’m so hard,” he grunted out. “For me?” “Yes god I’m so hard for you, you're so beautiful.”

By the time he was done begging, slickness had begun to drip out of you and onto him. You kissed his neck, sucking a hickey there and then your hand went to stroke him languidly. You lifted your hips when he was moaning and rubbed his cock up and down your folds, collecting your juice.

“Fuck,” he moaned. “Put your hands on my hips.

He did as he was told and you slowly sat down on him. You breathed hard, trying to focus and relax on letting him inside you. You clenched around him every now and then in the process making his whole body tense under the sensation. When you were finally fully seated on him, you moved your hips forward slowly.

“You have to be good for me ok? I don't want you to come yet,” you moaned, trying to gain your bearings.

He nodded furiously and bucked up into you. You attached your lips and began to move. You began to gradually increase speed and soon your hands were gripped onto his shoulders and he was bucking up into you. You were a moaning mess, his name falling from your lips every other squeal.

“Do you wanna fuck me?”

You both paused your ministrations and he looked slightly confused, “isn’t that what I’ve been doing?”

“I mean technically I’m fucking you right now,” you smiled. You carefully lifted yourself off of him.

You whimpered at the loss but you quickly traded places. His arms locked you beneath him. You lifted a leg over his shoulder and nodded. He looked down between the two of you and guided his cock into you with his hand. You moaned as he filled you again, your pussy welcoming the sweet sting. The new angle pushed him all onto your cervix and rubbed up against your g-spot.

“Fuck, move, oh god Diego.”

He began to thrust up in you, pulling out nearly all the way and then slamming back in. He pulled you into a sloppy kiss and you gripped the back of his cropped hair, tugging. The hair pulling egged him on and soon he was pistoning into you.

“I-I’m gonna cum, shit where oh god,” he was losing control, his hips falling out of rhythm. You were a muttering mess underneath him, but you managed to speak.

“I’m on the pill, you can cum in me.”

You screamed expletives as a particular hard snap of his hips had you seeing stars. You clenched your pussy tightly around him, legs shaking from the sheer power of your orgasm. He pushed in one more time before he came, coating your insides. His face contorted in bliss and you were mesmerized, still hazy after your own orgasm. You pulled your leg from his shoulder as he collapsed.

“Y/N,” he moaned, as he leaned forward resting his head between the crook in your neck.

He pulled out of you slowly, your legs shuddering. He looked down at your thighs, your pussy and then saw his cum spilling out of you. He smiled.

“You proud or something?” “You could say that,” he grinned collapsing next to you, kissing your cheek. “Yeah, well I’m pretty proud of that too.”

He laughed and pulled you into his arms. “Next time, I’m in charge.”

You smiled looking up at him. “Whatever you say, hero.”

“You’ll stay right?” “Yeah, I don’t have to work tomorrow. If you’re still a good boy I might even suck your dick in the morning.” “I think I can follow directions for one more day then.”

You snuggled into his chest, lightly tracing your fingertips over his pecs. He inhaled deeply, smelling the fruity scent of your hair. He pulled the sheets over your bodies and passed out, the lamp he had turned on earlier still casting soft light onto the floor.

[the-everlasting-dream]

Distraction - Damien x MC (Mature)

Summary: Athena pays a visit to the detective’s office. 

A/N: Yes yes I know this particular is has been written over and over again by almost all Damien writers but idc, here’s my interpretation of it. Also havent written smut since last year so I’m out of practice ahh

Word Count: 3775

Warnings: Erotica, mature content, 30 diamond scene, 18+ - how are we tagging this again? 

Tags:  @choicessa, @meeraaverywalker , @drakewalkerwhipped , @thewolvesss ,  @mfackenthal , @srawesleyghuewrites , @topsyturvy-dream , @enmchoices , @gardeningourmet @debramcg1106 , @alesana45 , @meladoridarcy, @blackcatkita , @tmarie82 , @annekebbphotography , @lizk77 , @jayjay879 , @tornbetween2loves , @akrenich , @theroyalweisme , @likethetailofacomet , @sleepwalkingelite , @littleblossom-18 , @ooo-barff-ooo , @mrsnazariowrites  NSFW tags: @androgynousflowerqueen 

Damien Nazario sighed, running a hand over his face as he stared at the contents of the file in front of him. Stress had sunken into ever pore of his skin, his back was aching from being crouched over his desk for so long, eyes sore from staring at the screen and in the back of his head, a migraine was threatening to break out. It was late, much later than he should have been staying at the office but he couldn’t help it… he was close… so close to cracking this case that if he left it now, he might never solve it at all. Now if he went over these facts one more time, surely there was something he was missing here… 

Victim was found in the side alleyway of a street… something about a knife… wait… what knife..? 

‘Hey D! How’s it going?’

 A cheerful voice cut through his concentration and his thought process came screeching to a halt. Damien gave out an exasperated sigh, annoyed that he’d been disturbed, looking up to see his girlfriend Athena Park entering his office, her thick trench coat almost getting caught in the door as she closed it behind her. 

 ‘Wow Damien, and you tell me off for making a mess.’ 

 He followed her eyes to see the tangle of papers, Post-Its, case notes and red string he’d been using to construct his evidence board strewn across the room and on every available surface. 

 ‘Uhh.. yeah.’ 

Athena’s dark eyes landed on him, sitting amidst the chaos, fingers ink stained from where he was scribbling his suspicions down on a rag of paper. ‘Let me guess… lost track of time?’ 

 He shrugged tiredly. ‘I’m so close ‘Thena. I can feel it. Why can’t I crack this?’ 

She sauntered over to him, heels clicking on the tiled floor as she picked her way towards his desk. ‘You’ll get it D. I know you will. You just need a break.’ She planted a kiss on the top of his head, feeling the cogs of his mind still turning over every angle of this case. She ran her hands through his hair, massaging his scalp gently. ‘You need to relax. You’re so tense baby. At this rate you’ll have a full head of white hair before you’re 40.’ 

 ‘I know but I’ve almost got it.. There’s something here that I’m just not seeing,’ Damien replied absentmindedly as her hands slipped down his neck to knead his strong shoulders. He let out a gasp of relief as her hands made their way over a particularly stubborn knot.  

  ‘You’ll never get any work done if you’re so stressed,’ Athena murmured in his ear having bent down so she was within earshot. ‘Luckily for you I have the perfect distraction.’ 

Damien barely had time to react before she’d manoeuvred herself between him and the desk. His mouth fell open to ask what she was doing when he caught the mischievous glint in her eye. A low hum of satisfaction escaped her as her hands ghosted up her body, smoothening over her trench coat as she slowly unbuttoned it. His breath caught in his throat, swallowing thickly at the black lacy bra that hugged her breasts perfectly. 

 ‘Did you…’ He wet his lips, unable to speak at the sight of her, a pulse of heat coursing down his body to his cock. 

 She chuckled, parting the trench coat to reveal nothing else but a matching lace thong and a garter belt underneath, complimenting her rich skin perfectly. ‘Come all the way here only wearing this?’ 

Another surge of heat rippled through his body at the visualisation of his girlfriend’s boldness. She would have had to catch two trains to come see him, he calculated, only imagining the dozens of people she would have had to pass to get here, all unaware of her little secret under that trench coat. Damien swallowed again, finding it harder and harder to maintain his focus, so dragged up on the sight of her that he could barely focus on what he’d been doing earlier. Her dark eyes glinted, daring him to give in, to give up and take her right here and now. But the rational side of his mind still prevailed. 

 What had he been doing earlier…? Something about a case, the notes.. 

 ‘I should… I should get back to work,’ he choked out, cock begging for release inside his pants while the rational side still held out against the desire that was threatening to consume him. 

Athena’s smug expression wavered, a tiny motion undetectable to the untrained eye but Damien was trained in a hard school and the effect was not lost on him. She held his gaze for one burning moment, allowing the fire to build and build inside him until he was just about to give in when she snapped her coat shut. 

‘You’re right. Its important work. The last thing you need is a distraction,’ she mused, pushing herself off the table and walking around it. 

Now that he’d seen what was underneath, Damien couldn’t for the life of him get the visual of her ass in that lace thong out of his mind and ran a hand through his hair in an attempt to calm himself down. Glancing up his eyes widened. 

 ‘W-what are you doing?’

‘Hmm?’ Athena looked at him innocently from where she was sitting in the chair on the other side of his desk. Her trench coat lay on the floor with the rest of the mess, leaving her clad in only her lingerie, perfectly aware of the way his eyes seemed to be anchored to her chest. ‘I’m helping. I’m not about to put a good outfit to waste.’ 

 ‘Uh-huh,’ Damien choked out, barely able to concentrate with his girlfriend teasing him so mercilessly. 

All thoughts of the case had been banished from his mind now that she was sitting almost naked in his office, looking every bit the cliche sexy secretary she was attempting to project and goddamn if it wasn’t working perfectly on him, alighting a particular fantasy he’d never realised he’d had. It wouldn’t have taken much, she was practically begging for it right now, for him to shove the desk out of the way and devour her until she was screaming his na- 

‘Where do these go?’ Athena’s voice pierced through his fantasy, holding up a stack of files. His cheeks reddened at her catching him lusting so openly over her. 

 ‘That cabinet,’ he replied, barely trusting himself to speak two words. Damien barely bit back a moan, breath catching in his throat when he got a view of her ass in that thong, as she got up from the chair, his cock screaming for release, as he wondered why in his right mind he was resisting. He dropped his head into his hands, willing himself to focus. 

‘Oops!’ 

His head picked up at the sound of Athena’s voice as she bent to pick up the piece of paper she had not-so-subtly dropped and when his eyes landed on her, they grew wide at the sight of a jewelled plug resting between her ass cheeks. 

Suddenly he was on his feet, spinning her around with his strong arms and she now faced him, lips inches away, breasts heaving. One of his hands held her chin, while the other returned to her ass manipulating the plug embedded there. 

‘Was this your intention all along Miss Park? For me to take you like some cliché porn secretary, bend you over my desk making you cum on my cock?" 

Athena moaned at his question, feeling the plug pushing into her ass. She slid her hand between them, down to his groin and began to rub Damien's cock through the front of his pants. ‘I’m glad you finally noticed…. sir.' 

 A low growl sounded from the back of his throat, making her grin wide as she knew she’d found his trigger. ‘Fucking tease.’ 

 Athena was about to shoot back with a snarky reply when Damien pulled roughly at the tiny strip of fabric connecting the two cups of her bra, ripping it off her body.

‘Da-‘ She protested but he didn’t let her finished, interrupting her with a searing kiss that set a fire under her skin. 

Moaning, she threaded one hand into his hair pulling him closes while the other fumbled with the buckle of his belt. Damien broke the kiss long enough to stare into her eyes with an intensity that had her creaming instantly before he reattached his mouth to her neck, biting and sucking hard enough that evener dark skin wouldn’t mask the marks left behind. He licked a fiery trail from her collarbone down to her nipple, taking it into his mouth. 

 Athena bit her lip as he worked the small bud, swirling his tongue around it while he tweaked the other. She arched into his touch, his pants were now fully open and she rubbed his hard cock through his boxer briefs. 

 ‘Damien I need… I want…' 

He removed his hands and mouth from her, leaving her gasping at the lack of contact, the breeze from the air conditioner cooling the line he’d licked into her skin, making it dimple with goosebumps. 

 ‘You think you can come into my office, disturb my work and get away with it?’ He tipped her chin with the tip of his finger so her lust filled eyes met his. ‘No baby, you’re only cumming when I say you can. Understand?’ 

She could barely nod, rubbing her thighs together, driven almost wild with desire in her desperation for him, for her release. Damien’s eyes looked almost black as they stared into hers. 

‘Answer the question Athena. Do you understand?’ 

‘Yes sir.’ 

‘Good.’ 

Without warning, Damien hooked his hands under her ass, hoisting her into his arms and she crashed her lips onto his as he began to walk them back to his desk. He cleared it with one smooth swipe and set her down on it. Damien paused to strip off his jacket and tie, grinned devilishly at the sight of her before moving back in front of her, reaching around and grabbing her ass with both hands just where it met her legs. He easily lifted her setting her on the edge of the table, lowering his mouth to hers. As he kissed her she wrapped her, now dangling legs around his waist and pulled him close. She could feel his cock rub her mound through his boxers, unable to suppress a moan.

Slowly, deliberately, at a pace that tested her patience, he began to move lower, kissing lightly biting her neck around from ear lobe to ear lobe. Now she began to rock her hips into him, holding him tight with her legs around his lower back. Athena began to moan loudly as her clit rubbed on the stiff fly of his open jeans. Damien pushed lower, through the grip of her legs entwined around him, as she looked again to the reflection in the office window, she could see her legs had pulled his shirt up slightly, as he began to lick and suck on her breasts, again lightly biting her nipples, his rough hands massaging them both as well. 

As he continued down to kiss and caress her stomach, she could now see the well-defined muscles of back as her feet continued to hold his white work shirt as he moved down the front of her body. Athena moved her legs from around him, placing her heels on the table next to her ass for support as she worked at the buttons. 

Damien lifted his arms and allowed her to roll his shirt off as he continued to kiss her midsection. Her hips pushed up into his chest now, urging him further down as she began to feel her wetness flowing down along the crevice of her ass to where the plug was nestled. She leaned back further placing one hand on his well-toned shoulder, subconsciously urging him down.

Damien paused just before his mouth reached the hem of her thong, running his fingers across her wet slit and nearly throbbing clit. Athena moaned, encouraging him forward, trying to apply some pressure on his shoulder to push him onward toward her pussy. She looked down at him as he looked up, smiling as he held her stare, hooking him thumbs on the sides of her underwear and yanking the fabric off her with one easy motion. He blew lightly on her glistening mound and Athena moaned in anticipation, silently begging him to burying his face in her folds, but instead he moved to the side next to her opening, licking slowly up along the crease between her thigh and hip 

"Uhhhh...pllleeeaaase..." Athena moaned, hanging her head backward, she lifted her hips in a vain attempt to find his tongue, as she felt further moisture make its way along her ass towards the table below. 

Damien laughed softly at her desperation deviously twisting the plug in her ass. Again he moved toward her needy core and then teasingly to the side, licking along the opposite thigh. Athena's hips rocked upward, again searching in vain. ‘Do you like me teasing you Athena?’

‘Fuck.. ahh. Damien please..’ 

‘Please what?’ 

‘Please sir.’ 

 He moved closer to her soaking lips he could see her moisture flowing from her pussy and running down between her ass now. Now finally, Damien centered his tongue at the lowest point of her glistening pussy. Athena felt his warm breath as finally his tongue met her lips. Ever so softly he ran the tip of his tongue up the full length of her tight slit, ending with a flick across the nub of her throbbing clit, eliciting a strangled gasp from her. She felt the tip of his finger apply just slight pressure to her sex just as Damien mouth went to her slit his tongue probing deep between her lips and licking from bottom to top. She moaned finally feeling the full effect of his mouth on her pussy, and the sensation from the plug in her ass. She reached down with one hand and grabbed at his dark hair to try and hold him there and provide some support for the feelings that rose in her radiating up from between her legs. He licked her expertly, knowing exactly what to do to urge her body towards her climax while all she could do was grab at her own breast massaging as she continued to moan, arching her back off the table. 

Just as she was about to near the edge, Damien suddenly pulled away… again.  

She started to protest but the dark look in his eyes warned her against it as he stood over her. 

 ‘Are you ready for me Athena?’ He asked, voice low as he dragged his eyes over her. He needed to hear her say it, for her to tell him just how much she wanted him. She pushed herself up onto her elbows, staring at him in the light of the desk lamp, the only thing that was still on the table besides her, casting a glow across his muscled form. Her core throbbed with need as she glanced down to his crotch where his cock was ready for her, straining against his boxers, the only barrier between them now. 

 She gave him a devilish grin. ‘Yes sir.’

His hands were on her hips instantaneously, spinning her around so that she was facing away from him. her chest was pressed against the cool wood of the desk. 

‘Are you ready Athena?’ He asked again, toying with her now, teasing her entrance with the tip of his cock. 

 'Yes, sir,' she responded, pushing her ass back on his hardened cock, hoping he would just put it in her already. He refused to give in, taking his time teasing her until she was at her wits end actions eased slightly as he pushed gently between her shoulder blades, bending her over the desk. She gasped slightly as her hard nipples meet and rubbed on the wooden top. He was quiet for so long that Athena looked back over his shoulder watching as he pushed his boxer briefs to the floor. She moaned and licked her lips as she saw his thick cock spring free. Damien took at half step back. He could see her pussy, lips glistening with moisture that also coated her thighs where the plug was still nestled in her firm ass. His cock hardened further as she slowly ground her hips into the desk, silently begging for him. He held himself at her entrance for a moment longer before his desire overcame him and he finally pushed himself into her.  

Both of them moaned deeply as he pushed into her tight hole. 'Mmmmmmmmmhhhhhhhhhh…yeeessss,' she exclaimed.

Damien felt the head of his cock force its way easily into the tight opening, lubricated by Athena's juices he continued to slowly push into her, half inch by half inch. Pushed to the very edge, Athena could already feel her orgasm build as soon as he entered her. This slow press into her depths kept the feeling building but only delayed any relief. It was one of the best feelings she decided, amidst the intense pleasure surging through her. No one ounce fill her as totally and completely as Damien, certainly no one she’d ever been with in the past could measure up either length or width. At this angle, he pressed hard onto the g-spot on the front wall of her pussy and still it pressed forward, exploring her depths. 

Finally, Damien's thighs hit the back of her legs and ass, his balls coming to rest against her clit. She moaned, tightening her walls further to force some movement as he waited, his cock buried inside and filling her. Damien enjoyed the feeling as she squeezed his cock tightly then he slowly flexed his ass, his thighs pressing against the softness of her, pushing just slightly further with each small slow thrust keeping his cock fully embedded between. They’d barely started and already she could feel the wave of pleasure begin to come to a crest, the relief she desired was almost here. 

'Oooooohhhhh god!' Athena exclaimed, feeling his cock pressing on her g-spot, his balls rubbing her clit, fuller than she had ever been with the plug inside her too. 'I'm so close to cumming.'   

The head of his cock just teasing her opening was keeping her so close but not letting her climax finally crest. She trying to push back against him and force his cock deeper inside but he was able to control her movement with his thighs. Hands on her hips, Damien continued to tease her. 

‘Make me cum on your cock,’ Athena burst out, unable to take it any longer. ‘Please...' 

Damien’s voice echoed from behind her. ‘Please what?' 

‘Please sir!’  

She’d barely finished yelling, when Damien stood up, slamming his cock deep inside of her gripping hard to her hips. His balls slapping against her clit, he began to truly fuck her sliding halfway out before driving his cock deep inside her again sawing across her g-spot as his fingers worked the plug in her ass. Almost instantly Athena's orgasm crashed over her. Her back arched as her stomach clenched her ass and legs shaking as she felt clenched around his cock. 

 ‘Ooohhhhhh…fuck...Damien!!' 

The dam inside her finally exploded bathing her in a wave of pleasure so intense she could barely breathe. Damien was in awe at the sigh of her, sweat forming on her back and ass, a slight quiver in her legs but he continued to thrust, determined to work her through a second orgasm. As he saw his girlfriend's breathing start to get heavy again, he knew she was ready for more and sped up his thrusts, trying to push down and focus the pressure on the front wall of her pussy and g-spot. He reached to the plug in her ass and pulled slightly adding some pressure to the silver jewel that held it in place. Athena was moving with him now, both their bodies slamming together in loud wet sounds that echoed through his office. 

The desk began to shift slightly under the force of their fucking, moving in jerking motions towards the wall opposite them. Both of them were now slick with sweat and Damien noted the tiny droplets glistened on her back and ass before his gaze dropped further to watch her take all eight and a half inches of his cock like a pro and their mixed juiced that coated his shaft forming a frothy ring at its base. Athena’s breathing began to sound laboured and he could tell the second wave was nearing its crest and began to slowly pull the plug out of her ass as he slammed his cock deep inside her pussy and if his timing was right... 

 ‘Oh Damie- Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!! !' Athena screamed, as he pulled the plug from her ass stretching her wide just the second wave of orgasm crashed. 'Oh, oh, oh, oh god, oh god, oh god.’ She moaned as wave after wave of orgasm flowed over her almost continually now. 

She grasped desperately at the desk, one hand above her head the other down next to her hip. Her head alternated from burying her face in her shoulder and looking forward gasping for air. grinding herself into the table as she legs began to shake uncontrollably. She clenched almost painfully around him and that did it for Damien. He drove drove his cock deep inside her pulsing sex a few more times before letting out a loud groan of her name. 

‘Athenaaaa FUCK!’

He slammed into her, holding her ass tight against his hips as he coated the inside of her pussy in four thick spurts of cum thrust. Athena was now almost slumped on the desk as the pleasure that had sustained her through now faded leaving a warm glow of final release in her core. Damien fell forward to his elbows, his hands caressing the outer reaches of her breasts as the last pulses of orgasm issued from his cock, unable to think straight as all his focus was on breathing right now. 

 Athena turned her head to grin tiredly at him. ‘Guess I should distract you more often then huh?’ 

Damien placed a soft kiss on her lips. ‘If it ends like this, you can distract me anytime.’

[loucifieri]

ndrv3 HPA AU (Class ‘79) notes~

I’ve only ever been posting snippets of the their silly school life (without following a chronological timeline of events) so here’s some context of how I characterized the ndrv3 kids (essentially the same personalities but with some tweaks) and maybe some info on the relationships in my comics. Implied and outright spoilers, apparently. The rest under the cut.

NDRV3 Character design masterlist here Class 79A Character descriptions here Further characterizations here Family headcanons here Cover Art here Dorm designs here

Comic snippets so far: (most of these were from before I finalized their characterizations) Moms called out by trash child Kaito and Kokichi have “The Talk” How Kaede became the Class Rep A Lesson in Romantics Real Talk Sports Day

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/Draft/ Final characterizations here

Kaede Akamatsu: The ‘protagonist spotlight’ mostly falls on her. Personality-wise, she’ll still be the ever cheerful, charming and kind Kaede (with a toned down self-righteousness) but with a dash of her pre-game personality which is being mistrustful and to an extent, condescending. 

Angie Yonaga: Angie is still Angie, but with added eccentricities. Since she her character design kind of implies she’s from an island in the West (okay, Hawaii) which is part of America, she’s going to be referencing memes and western culture.

Kirumi Tojo: Her maid shtick is a conscious effort for her. She has selfish whims and insecurities deep down that calm, collected and altruistic persona that she tries to project. (in-game Tojo was just too one dimensional, ugh)

Tenko Chabashira: She mostly maintains her enthusiastic, down to earth, protective (of the girls) nature but she won’t be too vocal about her aversion towards the MENaces (it was so overdone in the game to the point of being annoying) and with a short temper. Will probably have a sad or comical (still can’t decide which lol) backstory about why she dislikes DEGENERATE MALES.

Himiko Yumeno: Mostly the same with her in-game personality but isn’t dismissive of human interaction. Apart from her “I’m a mage, not a magician” gag, she’s suspected to be always on drugs by most. Secretly stays up late a lot to watch k-drama.

Maki Harukawa: Still anti-social and uptight but it won’t be because of her talent (which is outright revealed to be Ultimate Assassin)… she just hates talking to people her age (lol). Also, her backstory won’t be the same in-game coz that seemed intentionally sad in context, but it’s strangely out of place in a peaceful AU like this. She’s still from an orphanage and serves as an elder sister figure. She was physically conditioned and trained to be an assassin but it turns out it was just a complicated plot to make her a Motion Capture stunt girl for an Assassin’s Creed game. So yeah, she hasn’t really killed anyone in real life but she physically (and mentally??) can, if desired.

Tsumugi Shirogane: She won’t think she’s a plain jane nor will she make an effort to remain a ‘wallflower.’ She’s into a lot of fandoms, naturally. She also stans Junko Enoshima (who isn’t a Despair junkie btw) and makes vague references about “being in a reality show,” (wink, wink)

Miu Iruma: Same ol’ Miu, but will try to make an effort to be likeable. Also has standards, so no she is not going to do lewd things with Teru Teru-sempai.

Shuichi Saihara: Since no one has to die for his character development, it’s going to take awhile for him to remove his hat. At first, he’s still meek and unconfident but not codependent on Kaede. Also adding a dash of his pre-game personality, him being an avid fanboy of all things detective (stans Kyoko Kirigiri, has a sizable collection of Nancy Drew Books and Detective Conan manga etc). Struggles with depression at times.

Kokichi Ouma: Compulsive lying is dumbed down and has his limits with his intentional assholery. His genuinely caring personality will also peek through a lot and he won’t vehemently deny it that much.

Rantaro Amami: Carefree, easygoing and fabulously gay big brother figure of the class. Makes vlogs in the style of Bear Grylls’ Man VS Wild. He also references the Danganronpa franchise plots (except V3) in his stories of his adventures.

Kaito Momota: Still quite sexist but it’s more because of upbringing rather than intentional. He doesn’t just suddenly develop an incurable, deadly disease but he has Tuberculosis (hence, coughs a lot). And, he’s very competitive (his pre-game personality repackaged).

Ryoma Hoshi: Mostly detached and stoic but not depressive and unfeeling. I’m tweaking his backstory a bit coz an ex-con that has served prison time going back to high school is a bit weird (and I don’t want the “HPA pulling shady shenanigans” shtick). His family has been murdered and all he has left is the family cat (that he gets to keep in the dorms) and he’s been pursuing leads about the mafia responsible for it. He’s basically a Sasuke Uchiha here. Anyway, he’s wise but vindictive. Fortunately, he doesn’t want to serve justice with his own hands.

Korekiyo Shinguji: Doesn’t have a sister complex and definitely not a compulsive serial killer here. He’s already got an interesting, creepy persona. Miyadera is alive, but still sickly and would visit him often to bring him home-cooked meals. Unsurprisingly has a fascination for see-saws.

Gonta Gokuhara: still the best boy best boy best boy raised in the mountains He won’t be too gullible here and would even join in roasting Kokichi.

Keebo Idabashi: He’s the Ultimate Robotics Engineer since he’s not a robot. Spent most of his life sheltered (even from the internet) so he’s shy and quite socially inept. Always gets very defensive of his talent.

And now, for the platonic and romantic ships~ I actually multiship but in this AU I’m going to stick to one ship for a particular person since I’m personally not keen on polyamory. (please don’t burn me on a stake)

Kaede||Shuichi: Saimatsu BROTP; in fact, they refer to each other by first name. I didn’t want this to be an “OTP” here since Saimatsu was mostly set up and situational in-game because of Shuichi’s codependency and Kaede’s desire to break him out of his shell, though undeniably they do have a really good chemistry together. Really, I love Saimatsu just-- let them explore their options. (I’m also just bitter I couldn’t flirt more using Kaede after Chapter 1 ;w;)

Kaede|Kirumi: I’m not inconspicuous about it actually lol idk I just see a good chemistry between them. Also, think of the mom jokes since they’re both the class moms. And while my comics tend to jump back and forth chronologically, if I was going to write a fic– their relationship is a slow burn with lots of pining

Shuichi|Kokichi: Their love hotel scene oh my god Kokichi really has it bad and that little liar is a good match for Sai, he facilitated his growth in a (twisted) way but this is an AU so yeah. Beforehand, Kokichi has a slight interest in Rantaro.

Maki|Kaito: This is a canon-ish ship that had a weird development too, but again, they have a nice chemistry too. I wanna explore that normal, potential development between them (also, I’m not sayin they’re both necessarily straight coz this is a straight ship lol).

Himiko|Tenko: There’s just… a lot of potential cuteness in them, even though they were kind of dysfunctional in canon. The fact that they’re polar opposites when it comes to physical activities gives me enough cannon fodder for their tandem. And Himiko being involved with Tenko can really help her a lot (like when the latter’s death in-game impacted her so much).

Kaito||Kokichi: Sort of a Oumota reference lol Chapter 5 gave me an inkling of their dynamics together and it was nice to see that Kaito gave Kokichi a leap of faith despite all his atrocities. So, I think they’d be good friends in the AU, just laced with a lot of badmouthing and insulting each other.

Rantaro||Tsumugi: Mastermind and Survivor solidarity~ They’re good friends in middle school before entering HPA.

Miu||Keebo: They’re both socially inept techie nerds sitting at the back of the class so finding friendship with each other isn’t far from happening. I lowkey shipped them in the game but I haven’t decided in this AU yet~

That’s all for now I guess :D I can try to make an actual comic with plot about them someday… but I can’t promise, even to myself. huhu

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Between Us

Genre: college!au, slice of life, slight fluff Word Count: 888 Summary: Sieun, Jaehwa, and Chaewon just hanging out with their fraternity friends.

Warning: semi-proofread

hello! this is an older story and had others written and i just tweaked it for this one. i don’t think i’ll ever post the original story it was for since i wanted to re-write it and it just never happened. so i’m just sharing tidbits here and there since i do better with shorter works than longer ones. anyways, this is my first MX story without Wonho and it felt really weird. hopefully one day i could see them all together again. as for the title, i dunno, it was originally the name of the chapter it was a part of. but yeah, happy reading and kthxbai, Admin Lia~

Sieun, Chaewon, and Jaehwa were hanging with some members from Mu Chi as their sorority, Mu Beta Beta, and the fraternity were having one of their usual mixers.

"Hey, sorry to break up the fun, but we gotta get going." Kihyun informed his fellow fraternity brothers when he noticed that it was passed two in the morning.

"We still gotta get everything ready and situated for the gaming event later today."

"Why do you always have to be the normal one that breaks up all the fun and shit, Kihyun?" Minhyuk asked with a roll of his eyes.

"Yeah, I was just about to get Jaehwa here to run her fingers through my hair once my head made contact with her lap." Jooheon commented as his head was resting on Jaehwa's shoulder as he pointed an accusing finger at Kihyun with a drink cup still in hand. 

"Okay, yeah right, Jooheon." Jaehwa replied with a chuckle as she moved his head from her shoulder as the male gave her a playful glare.

"Jooheon Says you have to do it."

"And Jaehwa Says no."

"That game doesn't exist."

"Well to me it does."

"That doesn't count."

"Can you guys like shut up or something?" Chaewon asked a bit annoyed from their constant bickering every time they hung out, but it was mainly due to the alcohol having its effect on her.

"Sorry." Both Jaehwa and Jooheon apologized instantly upon hearing their friend's tone of voice.

"Like for real," Minhyuk interjected with a playful look, "I don't know why you guys just can't date for reals since you guys practically argue like husband and wife."

"We do not." The pair answered as they then glared at one another.

"Stop copying me."

They had a stare down as everyone else shook their heads at the two's usual banter.

"No."

"Stop.

"Stop copying me."

"No. You stop copying me."

"No way. You stop copying me."

"Are you alright, Chaewon?" Hyunwoo asked her in a worried tone while rubbing her back in a comforting motion noticing the female was rubbing her temples.

"I think you had too many shots. Want some chips or something?"

"Haha, no thanks. I'm fine, Hyunwoo." Chaewon told him with a laugh as she patted his knee.

"Thanks for still worrying about me though."

Chaewon then cast her gaze onto the half-alseep and half-awake drunk male beside her who still held a cup in one hand while drifting in and out of sleep. She rubbed Changkyun's back with a motherly smile.

"You should be more worried about this boy right here though." Chaewon chuckled.

"He's ready for a comfy bed."

"I think you're right." Hyunwoo agreed with a chuckle while laying eyes onto his fellow brother.

"I don't get why he doesn't know his limit."

"Because he's always surrounded by you guys." Sieun remarked with a smirk as Kihyun looked over at her offended.

"I take offense, Sieun. I'm not that bad."

"Okay, because he's surrounded by the rest of you that isn't Kihyun."

"Why do you have to put it like that?"

"Because that's just how she is." Hyungwon responded with a soft laugh while throwing an arm around her shoulder.

"I taught her well."

"Whatever, Hyungwon. You didn't teach me jack shit." Sieun scoffed with a laugh as she elbowed Hyungwon playfully as he shied away to grab at his side before casting the female a sly look.

"Now wait a minute, Sieun." He drawled while wriggling his eyebrows.

"Last I remembered I taught yo-"

"Shhh!"

Sieun clamped a hand over Hyungwon's mouth from spilling any details of what he was about to mention.

"Okay, I take that back, but shut up."

Hyungwon busted out laughing as he removed her hand from his face and instead brought her in for an embrace.

"You know you love me."

"Ugh, I can't handle you sometimes."

"That's how we feel about him, too." Minhyuk agreed with a laugh.

"Guys, let's call it a night and pick up another time." Kihyun reminded them in a firm tone, but a smile was evident on his face.

"If you're not going to listen to me, then I'm going to leave you all here."

"Alright, alright. We're going. Anyways," Minhyuk looked over at the female trio, "Y'all gonna stop by later, right?"

"Depends on the games y'all playing." Sieun answered as she grinned at Hyungwoon.

"And if I can win over this guy here."

"It was one time. Just let me live." Hyungwon groaned as Sieun just chuckled with a shake of her head.

"No way. You suck at all types of games. Anyways, how about you, Chaewon?"

 "Oh yeah, we're down. Maybe." Chaewon chuckled before looking over at Jaehwa.

"Right, Jaehwa?"

"Nope, can't go. I have two papers to write that's due before midnight." Jaehwa answered with an apologetic look.

"Sorry, boys. Maybe another time."

"What? Seriously? You always say that." Jooheon countered a bit disappointed.

"You rather do school work in the afternoon instead of playing video games with me?"

"Yes, you big baby." Jaehwa replied with a laugh as she nudged him playfully who lightly pushed her back in response.

Soon enough the group bid goodbyes and just as the males all were about to leave the girls noticed that one Mu Chi member was missing.

"You guys forgot about Changkyun."

[magzoso-tech]

New Post has been published on https://magzoso.com/tech/gopro-hero-8-black-review/

GoPro Hero 8 Black Review

Another year, another new GoPro. Arguably the leader in the action camera market, GoPro has been consistently iterating its flagship action cameras, which are marketed as its ‘Black’ models in each generation. The Hero 6 Black and Hero 7 Black offered small, iterative updates over the Hero 5 Black, which debuted the design that we see today. Now, with the Hero 8 Black, GoPro is introducing some major changes to the way we use its action camera. It might not look all that new at first glance, but it packs in some notable and much needed design changes, which vloggers will certainly appreciate.

The company is also streamlining its lineup, so for the Hero 8 series, we have only the Hero 8 Black, and no Silver or White variants. In India, the Hero 8 Black is priced at around Rs. 36,500, which is roughly the same price that previous Black-series GoPros have launched at.

It’s time to check out the new features of the Hero 8 Black and see if this new version is worth buying over the Hero 7 Black.

GoPro Hero 8 Black design

The Hero 8 Black features a familiar button and display layout but with some big tweaks. The camera is actually a tad thicker in width and overall volume than previous models, but the camera lens barely protrudes outwards now, making the device a lot more pocketable. The lens also gets Gorilla Glass scratch protection, and GoPro says it is twice as resilient to scratches than before. We hope this claim is indeed true since the lens on the Hero 8 Black is now fixed and not replaceable, like with older models.

You get the same-sized monochrome display on the front as before, and a colour touchscreen on the back. One of the three microphones has been repositioned to the front of the camera for better audio recording, and the GoPro logo is now embossed on the rubber cladding instead of being printed. The flat sides of the camera have a different design too. There’s no rubber lining anymore; instead there’s now a single water-sealed flap on the right for the battery, microSD card, and USB Type-C port. The Hero 8 Black also loses the Micro-HDMI port which was present on older models.

(Clockwise) The GoPro Hero 8 Black compared to the Hero 7 Black; the battery compartment; the foldable mounting fingers

The single flap on the right is very convenient and we were able to access the charging port even with the camera mounted in most cases. The biggest and most overdue design change though is the built-in mounting fingers on the bottom, which fold flush with the body and stay in place magnetically when not in use. This also means that you don’t need the (sometimes) annoying plastic cage any more when you need to use this camera with some accessories. The mounting fingers feel well-built and are backwards compatible with pretty much any existing GoPro mount.

The removable battery has the same capacity as that of the Hero 7 Black but is distinguished by some blue accents on the contact end. There are also two red status LEDs this time instead of three, and they are shaped like tiny dots. We didn’t get the full retail box for our review, but if you were to buy one, you should expect it to include a mounting buckle, a curved adhesive mount, a USB Type-C cable, and in some countries (not India), a free 32GB microSD card.

Another new feature debuting with the Hero 8 is the ability to add mods to it. GoPro has created three mods at launch called the Media Mod, Light Mod and Display Mod. These are accessories that attach to the Hero 8 Black, if you wish to use it for professional video productions or even vlogging. The Media Mod is a housing which snaps onto the Hero 8 Black and features a built-in shotgun microphone, a 3.5mm microphone port and an HDMI-out port. It can also be used as a base upon which you can add the Light or Display Mod.

The rear display on the GoPro Hero 8 Black is the same as it predecessor

The Light Mod has a string of LED lights with a brightness of 200 lumens that can be attached to the Media Mod or any GoPro mount. The Display Mod features a flip-up screen for vloggers, and needs to be attached to the Media Mod. We didn’t get the chance to try these mods ourselves, but it looks interesting to say the least, especially if you’re looking to use the Hero 8 Black professionally.

GoPro Hero 8 Black specifications and software

The Hero 8 Black uses the same GP1 processor as the Hero 7 Black, but the company says it has managed to squeeze out a bit more performance by reworking many of its software algorithms. This new model also gets the ability to shoot 4K at a 100Mbps bitrate, LiveBurst, NightLapse Video, and a tweaked user interface. The camera still uses a 12-megapixel sensor with a wide-angle lens and f/2.8 aperture. It weighs around 126g, is rugged and waterproof up to 10m, and has built-in GPS, Wi-Fi and Bluetooth.

The interface has been redesigned a bit to make it easier to access shooting modes and perspectives. The Field of View option is now called Digital Lenses, and lets you select between SuperView, Wide, Linear, and Narrow. However, you need to do this before shooting as you still can’t change perspectives while recording. You also get custom presets for different shooting styles, with the ability to add your own. For instance, within the Video menu, you can add multiple presets for slow-motion, 4K, and 1080p shooting, each with its own customised stabilisation setting, perspective, and additional picture tweaks through ProTune. This saves a lot of time, and we found it to be highly convenient.

The GoPro App lets you change the settings of the camera and control it, via your smartphone

Another new feature of the Hero 8 Black is HyperSmooth 2.0, which is said to offer even better digital stabilisation than before. There’s also a Boost toggle, which can be activated at nearly all resolutions, and crops the frame a bit more to allow for a higher level of stabilisation. There’s TimeWarp 2.0, which can now automatically set the time interval for hyperlapse videos based on how fast you’re moving. You can also manually switch to the regular speed briefly for some interesting effects.

The Hero 8 Black expands the scope of usable features at all resolutions. HyperSmooth can be used irrespective of the resolution now, including with slow-motion videos. It can still shoot at up to 4K 60fps, just like the Hero 7 Black, but it now supports more perspectives such as linear and narrow at more resolutions. Interestingly, the minimum shooting resolution is now 1080p, as the 960p and 720p options have been removed.

The camera syncs with the GoPro app on Android or iOS, which lets you update its firmware, control it remotely, and set up live-streaming to Facebook, YouTube or RTMP (real-time messaging protocol). Videos can now be live-streamed at 1080p, instead of 720p. The app also has GoPro Quik integrated, for creating mini movies from your clips. You can choose from a variety of themes, and add soundtracks and text to your videos. The app also introduces a new feature called Horizon Leveling, which only works with footage shot by the Hero 8 Black and the Hero Max. This lets you ‘straighten’ your footage, so it’s at the same level with the horizon.

GoPro Hero 8 Black performance and battery life

The new cageless design is something we immediately liked about the Hero 8 Black. It’s a lot easier to swap out the battery or simply plug in a charging cable without always having to take the camera out of whatever you have it attached to. It automatically corrects the orientation of the video, depending on how you’ve mounted it (sideways or upside down) before you hit the record button. The camera still gets fairly hot after about 10-15 minutes of continuous recording but it never shut off even with prolonged recording. We dunked it under water too and it continued to work just fine.

The touch response of the camera’s main display is good, and menus responded well to swipe gestures in our experience. There were a few times that we noticed the UI getting a little sluggish when trying to open the gallery or the settings, but this wasn’t a consistent issue. The built-in presets make switching between different video recording profiles seamless. In video mode, you get shortcut toggles in the viewfinder itself for slow-motion or to enable Boost mode. You can digitally zoom in by up to 2x in video, photo, or timelapse mode, but only at lower resolutions. Our voice commands were recognised well and this was useful for capturing a shot, switching modes, or turning the camera off while we were performing some activity.

Shot with HDR mode on the GoPro Hero 8 Black (tap to see full-sized image)

Shot using Night mode on the GoPro Hero 8 Black (tap to see full-sized image)

When shooting under good light, such as natural daylight, image quality was very good. The tweaked HDR setting in photo mode helped the camera capture stunning images, which looked noticeably better than the photos we took with the Hero 7 Black. Colours were punchy, the level of detail was good, and burst mode worked well. Low-light photos were strictly average, except when we used the ‘Night’ mode, which let us set a longer shutter speed (up to 30s). Details were still a little murky, especially when checking photos zoomed in to 100 percent, but otherwise, low-light shots were usable.

Of course, the main attraction continues to be video. Stabilisation with the new Hero 8 Black was noticeably better than with the Hero 7 Black. Using both cameras set at the same resolution simultaneously, the Hero 8 Black produced visibly better stabilised footage compared to the older model. Colours and details were also slightly better. Using ‘Boost’ mode, we got even smoother results, Even with all of this, we didn’t notice any of the distortion or artefacts that we usually find as a byproduct of electronic stabilisation.

GoPro action cameras have never fared too well in low light and it’s pretty much the same story here. Footage shot at night was a little grainy and the stabilisation wasn’t too aggressive, in order to prevent severe distortion. Due to this, slight shakes were noticeable but video was still decently stabilised. Until GoPro upgrades its cameras with a larger sensor or a wider aperture, low-light video is going to continue to be its Achilles’ heel.

We tried the other modes too, and they were fun to use. The new TimeWarp 2.0 mode gave us some pretty interesting hyperlapses, and the ability to switch back and forth from regular speed to hyperlapse gave us some nice creative freedom. The new Night Lapse video mode produced decent-looking timelapse videos in low light. LiveBurst buffered video so we could capture a short 4K video clip which started a few seconds before we hit the shutter button. After this, we could use the clip as is or export a desired frame as a JPEG from the GoPro app. The GoPro app can also auto-download clips from the camera from time to time, so your media is ready to be viewed or edited. You can also have the clips auto-backed up to the cloud, if you have a subscription to GoPro Plus.

We found the battery life of the GoPro Hero 8 Black to be similar to that of the Hero 7 Black. We managed to shoot 4K video for about 45-50 minutes on a single charge. When we interspersed video shooting with other things such as recording TimeWarp clips and stills, we were able to stretch that to about an hour and a half, or sometimes a little more. In general, with GPS and Wi-Fi enabled, and with us only shooting a few short clips, the Hero 8 Black lasted for about half a day. If you’re going to be using this camera extensively for shooting high-resolution videos, having a spare battery would be helpful.

Verdict

It might not look it from the outside, but the Hero 8 Black is quite a significant upgrade over the Hero 7 Black. The new built-in mounting fingers alone might be reason enough for some people to upgrade. GoPro has also made noticeable improvements to image and video quality, and the new interface with its presets and shortcuts is even easier to use. Technically, many of these new software tweaks should come to the Hero 7 Black too, since they share the same processor, but it doesn’t seem as though that will happen.

The Hero 8 Black is a little on the expensive side, but this is the price you’ll have to pay for staying on the cutting edge of action cameras. The Hero 7 Black will continue to be sold as a less expensive alternative. It’s currently available online for around Rs. 26,000, which is a pretty good price for what it offers.

If you have a Hero 6 Black or older, the new Hero 8 Black would be a significant upgrade. The improved image quality, new design, and flexibility of mods makes this new model well worth the investment.

Price: Rs. 36,500

Pros

Adaptable design

Waterproof, rugged body

Excellent video stabilisation

Very good image quality in good light

Intuitive interface

Robust companion app

Cons 

Low-light performance could be better

Priced a bit high

Ratings (out of 5)

Build/ design: 4.5

Image quality: 3.5

Video quality: 4

Features/software: 4

Battery life: 3.5

Value for money: 3.5

Overall: 4

[canaryatlaw]

Okay, well today wasn't bad. Still kind of overall stressed, but dealing with it. I have time at least, to get all this shit done, get it spaced out over and all that, so that helps. Alarm went off at 7 and I got out of bed and made it to work and made it through the rest of the file for the permanency hearing, which was more of the parents being like "we're not alcoholics we don't need treatment fuck you" all the way to getting their damn kid removed, so I write up some normal permanency hearing questions and took that and the file over to the lawyer who gave it to me to talk to him about it. I ask if they ever made a paternity finding, because there was a whole big thing about it because apparently her "dad" her whole life isn't technically her legally-presumed dad because her mother was married to someone else when she was born, but I never found a finding, and then the lawyers like "oh yeah, well dad passed away in November, something related to his alcoholism." Oh. Well. And he goes on to add the mom is basically on her death bed in the same situation. Don't need treatment my ass. This poor child. She seems like a good kid though, so hopefully we can get her get into some post-high school training if not actual college. I'll get to meet her and interview her Monday. At that point I went back to my office and created a template for permanency hearing questions that I could just tweak for individual cases since the status based questions are largely the same. Somewhere in all of this my eyes were drooping way too much again so I took another 15 minute head on desk session, I might've actually passed out for a few minutes, but when the alarm went off I freaked out for a minute because I was expecting the wrong time for some reason and thought I accidentally passed out for like two hours lol. So I was fairly glad that didn't happen. Somewhere in here I also tried to call my psychiatrist about the whole Xanax thing I was discussing last night, only to be told he's on vacation till the end of the month.....I mean, the guy definitely deserves it, he's partially retired already and probably in his 70's, and I don't want to disturb him or anything, but like, I know him and I know he would want to hear two sentences from me on this issue but I didn't want to say it was an emergency because it wasn't, and if I did they probably would've put me on with one of the other psychiatrists that are filling in for him, and I'm sorry but there's no way I'm trusting anyone else with this shit. I think I'm gonna increase it to 3 mg a day for now at least, which is still within the normal range he said I could try so it's not a big deal. Hopefully that will make finals a bit more manageable. So that was less than ideal, but oh well. All of my events are really out of order for today so idk if any of this happened in this order, but around lunchtime I went to go see my across the hall friend who's now my across the building friend, to see if she was feeling better and if she wanted to get lunch because I, like a kindergartener, left my lunch box in the fridge yesterday (I had actually packed dinner in a brown paper bag for later but I didn't want to pack two of those). So we went to the "bakery" that has super awesome pizza an I got some of their pizza with the seriously biggest slices and ate like, half a slice lol. So good though. It was nice to talk to her though, we traded crazy stories from our courthouse and the DV one, and I was just like man, I'm so glad I have people I can share these things with without them being immediately horrified and me being like "yes I know those are terribly tragic circumstances but if you hang in there for a moment the court moment was really funny!!" Lol, it's gallows humor for sure but I mean gotten let it out somehow. I vent to my brother about crazy cases too, that's helpful since talking about the law is one of the few things we can talk about and actually have a lengthy productive discussion on without it somehow devolving into him being an asshole (mostly, anyway). So there's that at least. He appreciates my stories. So back from lunch and I spent a while organizing orders into alphabetized folders for two different lawyers haha who both apologized for the shitty work but I'm like hey whatever it's all good I know I'm the intern and I'll deal with your shitty jobs if it gets me a good in here. And then I had to show my supervisor how to send in the mid-semester evaluation my field placement supervisor wanted from him (oh, and he apparently knew my FP supervisor like 15 years ago and he was her boss in this office??? I swear he was everyone's boss at some point) because he was getting so lost in computer forms and retrieving files and saving them and electronically signing forms, so I'm just sitting there showing him how to do it and he's like "ohmygosh Rachel, you're so smart!!!" and I'm like trying not to laugh because he's just so adorably funny. And then of course I got to read more of the nice things he said about me which made my heart melt once again because he's literally so nice I can't handle it and his words are always really genuine too so it's nice. And yeah. So I didn't have anywhere to rush to right after leaving the juvenile courthouse today for the first time I can remember since, the summer, since I decided no kickboxing this week because I simply don't have the emotional or physical energy for it, so I was just gonna find a Starbucks to chill in and work on my appellate brief until small group time. So I got to like, take my time leaving and my supervisor is like "Rachel what are you still doing here, you're gonna be late to class!!" and it's like 5:01 haha so funny. So then waiting for the bus I saw the PD that was on the panel we did yesterday so we of course talked about delinquency stuff, like the spring break project from last year and of course eventually got into the whole transferring to adult court thing and I mentioned the slenderman case because that's just the most horrific case of misjudgment by the system and she'd heard of it of course but didn't know the details and she was beyond horrified to hear that they're trying two severely mentally ill 12 year old children as adults and having them face 35 years in prison. Like, we literally have an entire juvenile justice system FOR PRECISELY THESE REASONS. Bypassing it ignores all the science and research and not to mention the recidivism rate which skyrockets when you try children as adults. I'll cap it there though, not gonna go into a full rant at the moment (I know I've already done it on here). I got off the one bus to catch another and had to watch it stop and drive off while I was stuck on the other side of the crosswalk which SUCKS and it was just chilly enough to be annoying out today, but then thankfully another bus came like 2 minutes later which isn't typical but I was very grateful for. So I took that to the Starbucks area, then popped into Walgreens to buy more of their caramel chocolates that Lyft driver got me hooked on (lol) except they didn't have those exact ones, so I got what's basically the same but with toffee pieces and I tried a little and they're pretty amazing. So then I went to Starbucks and got an iced white tea lemonade and tried to surreptitiously eat my sandwiches (I mean I was facing the window so I didn't have to be all that secretive about it) and start the behemoth that is gonna be finishing my appellate brief, and I pretty much immediately felt lost, but always over like the stupid stuff I could find like whether saying "don't use the party names" meant the given names or the terms plaintiff/defendant....(it's the prior, I think anyway) but I figured as some sort of game plan I would work on fixing the argument section based on the feedback I got from our prof, since that still is the substance of the brief, and then work on adding all the extra parts. Half of the edits she gave me though we're like about ordering the arguments and shit and it just pissed me off because I like the way I order my arguments, dammit, because IT MAKES SENSE, and I'm sorry if it doesn't fit your blue book standard but my boss at my actual job where I submit actual motions to actual court seems to be quite impressed with it so you can take your argument order and shove it.....(note please that that wasn't actually directed at my prof, cuz I kind of like her, and I know it's the curriculum and not her setting the standards). But that just annoyed me cuz like, real life isn't legal writing fact patterns. You're not always gonna have an analogous case and a distinguishable case, and you're gonna have to make it work. I just....I get too worked up about all of it. But I at least made some progress on preliminary efforts, so maybe, 5% done? It's a start, at least. I walked from the Starbucks to church which is like a ten minute walk and even though it was still a little chilly I haven't done any walking for the past two days and I haven't had any chance to work out this week (I likely won't go to the gym tomorrow because I have no reason to be downtown) so it's something at least, to go with my push ups (which I think may be hurting a muscle in my side, because trying any new physical activity is basically let's see how I can piss my body off this time for me). But yeah, small group was good. This was something I meant to mention quickly on my last week's recap of it, but I think I might have a teeny tiny crush on one of the guys? Like it was in my head last week but it was barely anything, then I get in there today and we start talking about the marvel tv shows and you know I can talk above superheroes all damn day haha so that was enjoyable, and then he was being like "yeah it was cool being at my cousins wedding this weekend but it's also so weird being single at a wedding" and I'm like alright, that might have been a subtle hint, lol, and of course as soon as the idea even entered my head I spent the rest of the night pretty much planning our wedding when I haven't really decided if I even like the guy yet, lol. Physically he's not like drop dead gorgeous, but he's definitely not ugly and has a certain charming quality to his appearance, so I can work with that. The rest of small group (I almost just wrote Smallville) was good too, we talked about a passage in 1 Corinthians I was familiar with about love and of course I got to opine about my deep theories on the issue about how basically the passage is indicative of the entire problem of "religion" and what the church is facing today- that is, they have all the rules, all the right answers, but without love following through all of it it's basically useless, and I feel like that's so on point for what the church is dealing with right now. Like, no. Love meets you were you are. Love is right in there with your mess. Love doesn't require you to clean up your act before you're welcomed into our church. Jesus certainly didn't require it to be let into his presence, so how dare we even try to do it? And yeah, other random deep shit like that, lol, you get the picture. Took the train to the bus as my normal and AGAIN had to run to make the bus (this was a different stop, but same bus route) and again had to bang on the door to get let in while the driver was looking so put out by it and I'm just like....calm your tits lady we're giving your company money but being here, lol. But I got home, didn't almost get run over by a car but had the weird experience of a car stopping fully at a red light, and I started crossing, and then they suddenly started driving again and blew the light by like, a mile. They didn't even come close to wear I was crossing so I was never in danger or anything, but I was like seriously, wtf man? Who does that?!? Idiots. For home and watched Powerless, which was cute of course, then Riverdale which just left me with the comment that this is the one teen drama where all the high schoolers have it together for the most part and all their parents are going batshit crazy, lol. But I enjoyed both, and that pretty much wrapped up my night. And it's late, and I get to sleep in which I'm very glad about, but still I'm tired and want to go to sleep now, so that's what I will do. Goodnight mis amigos. Happy Friday.

[redrobin-detective]

WG au prompt request, Tabitha's pov: Tabitha notices Damian has a crush on Rachel (yes Rachel was probably everyones first kid crush) and suffers for it. She goes on to handling this annoyance pure Beth style. =/ Hilarity ensures (for who? Us).

Ok, I’m almost done and asks will be open probably by close of business today! Thanks for being patient you guys!

“Does anyone else find it creepy that Damian kind of stalks Rachel all the time?” Tabitha asked as she paused to blow on her Robin Red (according to the bottle name) nail polish. Jan snorted next to her as she wiggled her toes to check and see if her usual black toe polish had dried. No matter how much they fought in costume and generally didn’t get along, she was always present for their monthly girls night of trashy TV and nail treatments. She called it ‘getting her slut on’ which Tab would be more offended by if she didn’t know Jan so well by now.

“Nah, it’s classic Freud, all kids go through a phase where they're in love with their opposite gender parent. He’ll grow out of it, in the meantime, gather all the blackmail material you can.” Beth left her predecessor with a dry look.

“For one, Freud’s theory involved young pre-school aged children, not almost 13 year olds. Two, Freud has been disproven for years and was a creep and a weirdo.” Jan mockingly muttered something under her breath and waved her hand at Carter for him to grab her water bottle on the table since she couldn’t move. Carter almost always showed up at girls night just because he liked the company and experience and, fuck gender norms, he liked wearing nail polish. He obligingly reached over and handed Jan the water, not taking his eyes off the marathon of Real Housewives of Gotham.

“Thanks C,” Jan said, taking a long swing from her bottle. “Ok, yeah, so Bruce’s little ninja kid is crushing on Wing, what’s the big deal? We all crushed on her, I know for a fact you weren’t much better than the kid and Rachel made you so hot you actively questioned your sexuality.” Another swig to enjoy the righteous blush burning on her younger sister’s face. Honestly, why was it so hard for Tab to admit she might be bi? Jan was and she sure as hell didn’t give a shit what other people thought about it.

“So it doesn’t bother you that Dami monopolizes all of Rachel’s time, in and out of costume and goes into attack dog mode whenever we try to hang out with her?” Tabitha said capping the polish and admiring her perfect as always handiwork. “I mean, yeah, Rachel’s always been a sanctuary for Robins but he’s going a little over the top don’t you think?”

“It really actually doesn’t, does it bother you Carter?”

“Why are the women always threatening to rip out each other’s weaves? Are these weaves so sacred that removing the will dishonor their families?” Carter speculates on the far end of the couch as he stuffed a handful of Doritos in his mouth.

“Yeah, see? You’re the only one getting up and arms over the brat. Let it go,” Jan made a face, “ok I know you can’t actually let things go like a normal human being but can you at least pretend like maybe you get along with the demon? It’d make Big Wing awfully happy.” She made grabby motion over to Carter. "BB, give me those damn chips, that’s a family size and according to Bruce we’re family so share goddammit.“ While Carter and Janis preceded to fight over chips, Tabitha brought a hand to her chin in thought.

“You never actually come by and see the little brat so you don’t know how he works. He’s testing me, he’s seeing how much of his shit I’ll take. He’s always calling me weak and unworthy and by allowing him to get away with this, I’m confirming his opinions. The only way I can beat him is to fight back.” Jan looks over dryly as she keeps grabbing for the chips only for Carter to move them every time she gets close.

“Or maybe you’re thinking too hard about a 13 year old’s crush and goddammit Carter give me that bag.”

“Maybe but no one has ever accused me half-assing anything in my life." Beth brings a finger to her lips. "I need to humiliate him, make him back off from Rachel a bit let him know that she is not his possession. I need to show him how capable I really am. Plus I haven’t hung out with that bitch in forever since Dami keeps stealing her away, she hasn’t come to girls night in 3 months.” Carter apparently has eaten his fill of chips and let Jan finally grab the bag.

“Aha! Got ya! Yeah, and girls night got so much better without Mom hovering over me every 10 minutes asking how are you feeling and maybe you should talk to B, Jan or For the love of God stop killing people.” Jan peers into the bag and curses, “you cock sucker, how could you have eaten the whole damn bag? Where do you keep all that weight?” She says shaking the bag upside-down only for a few crumbs to gently trickle out. Carter smiles at her but does not answer.

“I think I could probably train him to call her ‘Mom’, he is a boy after all, it’s not that difficult to tweak their brains a little bit.” Tabitha muses, going through plan after plan. “make him say it in front of the whole League, embarrass the hell out him. That’d make him back off for sure. I could do it while I mimic him, just follow him around and ask to spend time with him all day long and annoy him enough that he’ll be begging for some peace and quiet away from anyone, including Rachel.” She grabs her phone and flips through it. “I’m free Thursday after an early Titans meeting, I can head back afterwards and be at the Manor in time to begin my conditioning. I’ll just schedule that in now,” she says as she pushes some buttons. Janis levels her with a concerned look.

“You worry me Baby Bird, I don’t know how you got the reputation of being the innocent one.” Jan says with a shake of her head as she checks her toes. “I want to know how you’re able to trick that nice clone into dating you when clearly you’re the she devil.”

“How rude,” Tabitha huffs as she sets down her phone. “Of course Conner is aware of my talents and is as loving and supportive of my manipulations as he is everything else in my life." 

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Fujifilm X-Pro 3: A Personal Review of a Personal Camera

There is no getting away from it: Fujifilm's decision to implement a “hidden LCD” on their brand new Fujifilm X-Pro3 camera was always going make this a divisive camera. The question is: has Fujifilm created such a niche camera as to make it unusable? After using the camera extensively for the past couple of weeks, here is my purely personal take on this very personal camera.

The Same, but Different

As the naming convention would suggest, the X-Pro3 is the third iteration of Fujifilm’s rangefinder style camera. It builds not only on the success of previous versions of the same model, but also upon other models from their X Series line of cameras.

It uses exactly the same 26.1MP APS-C X-Trans 4 sensor found on the Fujifilm X-T3 and Fujifilm X-T30. So much has been written about this sensor that there is no need to repeat it all again here. Suffice to say, the X-Trans sensor has so matured over the years; you just know it will produce simply fabulous photographs.

The hybrid optical/electronic viewfinder found in the Fujifilm X-Pro2 and Fujifilm X100F is back, this time with a few incremental improvements. The X-Pro3 also uses the same menu system as the other cameras in the X-Series range, meaning existing users will immediately feel at home. Even the NP-W126S batteries are exactly the same as used on the X-T3, X-T30, X100F, and so on.

So far, the same. Where this camera really starts to get interesting is where the X-Pro3 differs from its sibling cameras.

That "Hidden" LCD

So, let’s just deal with the elephant in the room, the hidden LCD screen. Instead of the forward-facing, fixed screen of previous versions, the X-Pro3 features a 180-degree, flip-down LCD monitor, which hides away behind the back panel when not in use.

In its place, Fujifilm has implemented a small, forward-facing, sub monitor reminiscent of the top display of the Fujifilm X-H1. By default, the sub monitor displays the current film simulation, a clear nod to the old practice of slipping a piece 35mm film packaging into the back of the camera as a reminder of which film had been loaded. it's a nice touch, but personally, I quickly changed this to display common camera and exposure information, which I found more useful.

I must admit, I had some initial reservations about the hidden LCD. With this camera, Fujifilm clearly want to take away as many distractions as possible, allowing photographers to really engage in the moment. How many photographers this will appeal to remains to be seen, but I have to say that after using the camera for a while, I have really enjoyed the shooting experience it brings.

That experience hasn’t been without a few hiccups though. It definitely took me a while to get used to having to open up the LCD, especially when using the menu system. I am so used to pressing the menu button and looking at the screen that I often did the same with the X-Pro3, only to find myself staring at the little sub monitor instead of a menu system. I did this enough that I kind of wish Fujifilm would just allow the menu to be displayed on the sub monitor. Maybe this is something for a future firmware update.

In use, I actually prefer prefer the way the screen opens on the X-Pro3 compared to the X-T3, especially for shooting down low or from the hip. This is mainly due to the physical design of the two cameras. The viewfinder of the X-T3 sticks out quite a way, partially obscuring the LCD, especially at 90 degrees. The viewfinder of the X-Pro3, on the other hand, is much more flush to the body, allowing the entire screen to be seen.

Where I found the design of the LCD did get in the way was when I mounted the camera onto a tripod. With the flip down nature of the articulation, the tripod restricted the range motion of the screen was able to achieve, limiting it to not much more than 90 degrees, which was a bit annoying.

Truth be told, though: I didn’t find the lack of a forward-facing LCD to be an issue, and within a day or two, I wasn’t missing the screen at all.

Design

There is no doubt about it: the X-Pro3 is a beautiful camera. Reminiscent of the rangefinder cameras of old, its minimalist design lends itself to the nostalgic experience of shooting with an X-Series camera.

In the hand, the X-Pro3 feels very well balanced, helped by a slightly redesigned grip to improve the overall handling. This is very much enhanced by the tactile nature of the exposure dials, which I love, although I recognize many other photographers dislike.

Beauty aside, this is a really tough camera. With a body made of magnesium and top and bottom plates made of titanium, this camera will likely laugh in the face of any amount of abuse you care to throw at it. Anyone wanting absolute maximum protection can opt for the optional Duratect coating, which comes with a slight price bump but makes the X-Pro3 practically impossible to scratch. Add to that the obligatory weather-sealing you would expect of any 2019 camera, and you have a camera that nobody is going to worry much about being thrown in and out of a camera bag on a rainy day.

The X-Pro3 brings with it quite a few changes to the button layout of previous versions. Most noticeably, the D-pad has been removed. It's a decision which seems to have annoyed quite a few users. Realistically though, this is the direction Fujifilm has been moving in for a while in their pursuit of the cleanest possible design. Given that every button on the camera can now be customized to suit individual user preference — even the Q menu button is no longer locked to the Q menu — I didn't find the loss of the D-pad to be an issue.

Talking of the Q menu, this has now been updated to not only allow the ability to customize what each menu tile does, but also how many tiles to display. I really like this. I always found the fixed 12 tile Q menu layout to be a little too crowded and usually set most of the tiles to be empty. Now, I can chose to display as few as four and as many as 16 items on the Q menu. The Q Menu can also be set against either the standard black background or a new transparent background, which allows adjustments to be viewed in real-time. In use, I found these tweaks to make the menu much more useful.

Shooting Experience

The X-Pro3 introduces a number of new or improved processing options. In-camera HDR, the ability to tweak clarity, and to adjust highlights and shadows using a single tone curve setting are all welcome additions. A new “Classic Neg” color profile joins the existing lineup of film simulations that are so popular with Fujifilm shooters. I’m sure it won’t take long for Classic Neg to make its way to other X Series cameras via a firmware update, but for now, the X-Pro3 is the only camera to feature this new simulation.

Autofocusing has always been excellent with Fujifilm cameras, and the X-Pro3 is no different. Face and eye detection work well, and improved phase detection allows focusing in light conditions as low as -6 EV. That's crazy dark. I wasn't able to fully test the veracity of that claim, but certainly, I was able to autofocus in conditions that the X-Pro2 couldn't have handled. Overall though, I found autofocus ability of X-Pro3 wasn’t quite up to that of the X-T3, but in practice, the difference between the two was marginal.

When it comes to video, it’s probably fair to say this is an area where the performance of the X-Pro3 is less than stellar. Sure, the X-Pro3 can shoot around 15 minutes worth of 4K, 30p, 200 Mbps video, but let’s be honest, nobody is going to want to shoot anything but b-roll with this camera, and even thenn only at a push. No, this is a stills camera through and through, and it is shooting stills photography where this camera comes alive.

As cliché as it sounds, some cameras just make you want to go out and shoot more, and the X-Pro3 is exactly one of those cameras. While I absolutely love my X-T3, the shooting experience with the X-Pro3 just seemed to feel that much more connected.

Conclusions

So, where does that leave us? We know the X-Pro3 was always going to be a fabulous camera. The X-Series ecosystem has matured so much over the years, and Fujifilm knows how to build a camera, so the quality of this camera was never in doubt. The real question is: who it is being aimed at?

Fujifilm claims their design intention with the hidden LCD was to encourage a more traditional style of shooting, allowing photographers to stay in the moment rather than constantly chimping their images after each shot. Personally, I am not sure how much I buy that explanation. Experienced photographers, especially the street and documentary photographers this camera is largely aimed at, will likely not be in the habit of excessively chimping. And less experienced photographers will probably not be buying this camera in the first place. So, it seems to be a solution to a problem that didn’t really exist.

Rather, I believe the choice to implement the hidden LCD was made to achieve one clear objective: to differentiate the X-Pro3 from all the other cameras on the market. It should be remembered that when the X-Pro range first launched back in 2012, the mirrorless market was decidedly sparse. Today, that market has become very crowded indeed, with every manufacturer offering at least one serious mirrorless system.

With three flagship products within their own lineup, not to mention all the other cameras on offer from other manufacturers, Fujifilm had to take some bold steps if they want the X-Pro range to establish (and maintain) its own personality. With this update, they have done exactly that, squarely positioning this as the camera for the photography purists.

Personally, I love the design choices Fujifilm has made with this X-Pro3. As a travel and documentary photographer, I fall exactly within the target audience of this camera. I almost never use a touchscreen, I rarely frame my photographs using an LCD, and I much prefer the discrete look and feel of this camera over some of the flashier alternatives. So, for me, the minimalist design and the backward-facing LCD are very attractive features. I totally understand that many other photographers will totally disagree with me, and that’s ok.

The X-Pro3 isn’t a camera for everyone; it is now very much a niche camera. Those it appeals to will absolutely love it, and for those who want a different experience, Fujifilm (and all the other camera manufacturers) has plenty of other options. As photographers, we should all welcome having so much choice.

What I Like:

Beautifully designed, well-constructed body.

Hybrid OVF/EVF allowing flexibility of both systems.

The hidden LCD.

High level of button customization.

What I Didn’t Like:

Limited articulation of the LCD when used with a tripod.

Battery life could be improved.

Lack of menu display on the sub monitor.

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