#<-(since i mean- this is a post about him)

[muqingslover]

Ok, so... this might be a bit of a +18 think piece, but... what do you think the lads men would have as their top 3 kinks? I started thinking about it after I read the Xavier somno one, lol. Maybe I'm crazy but I think Caleb would have blindfolds/rope play in his top 3 (on mc not on him, since he wants to see all of you but is very resultant to show all of himself back due to fear of rejection+ if mc is tied up she can't leave)

[ choosing only three was a lot harder than I thought whew. Also, I'm testing out different layouts rn so don't mind me (⁠^⁠～⁠^⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ]

Xavier

Predator/Prey Play: This guy is the literal definition of wolf in sheep's clothing. What gets him going is the thrill of the hunt and the turntables (his specialty), which is why he will often let you think you're in control and have your fun teasing him only to then pounce when you least expect. If you run from him then you better pray he won't catch you or not.

Exhibitionism: This might be a hot take but walk with me. Xavier is a very jealous man so he won't ever allow anyone to actually see you, buuuut he is very into letting others know you belong to him. You gotta leave for a mission with someone else? Not to worry, all he needs is 10 minutes in the bathroom stall. The bread guy is back at it again? It can't be helped, he'll just have to fuck against the door while he's knocking to show you're busy. He'd love to see you struggling (and failing) to keep your voice down and looks like a smug cat when others notice the marks he left on you.

Cunnilingus: This man eats pussy like a goddamn champ. He absolutely adores having your thighs wrapped around his head, to the point he finds it comforting, and the feeling of his tongue stretching open your dripping pussy for his cock later. Your taste is something he could have every day, which he will if you let him, and he takes pride when you're left a writhing, whimpering mess that begs for him to fuck you.

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Zayne

Bondage: The joke about him tying MC up with surgical knots was definitely not a joke. In my opinion, rather than the power rush over the control he has over you, what really gets him off is the trust you put in his hands. Bondage is all about having faith in your partner to never truly hurt you and knowing you see him that way makes him feel beyond special. Given the chance he'd love to have you wrapped in dark blue, silky ribbons and the aftercare is top tier with this guy.

Lingerie: For some reason I feel like Zayne is REALLY into seeing you wearing lingerie. Ladies, feel free to tease him by telling him you're wearing one, but not letting him see until he's home much later. He'll spend the entire day imagining what type of lace you have under your clothes and he pretty please asks you to strip for him as a reward for waiting.

Phone Sex: Another one I just have a feeling it's his thing. I mean, he is a busy man and sometimes it can't be helped, people have needs yk. He'd like the feeling of knowing you think of him as much as he does of you when the other is not around. The photos you send and the sounds of your needy whines right next to his ear goes straight to his cock and he is mortified when the post-nut clarity hits him and he realizes what he did in his own office.

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Caleb

Overstimulation: I'm an overly sensitive Caleb truther. The overstimulation has his head spinning so good that he can barely form a coherent thought that isn't your name while he slams into your pussy for the nth time like a desperate man. He doesn't want to simply break you he wants to break together, to the point neither of you can think about anything else besides how good it feels.

Roleplaying: I've lost count of the amount of times we've seen him and MC roleplaying and this man will unironically take it to the bedroom. It starts as a joke where he's only doing it to make you laugh, but then he won't allow you to break character and will edge you until you say your "lines" correctly. Forceful and cold soldier? Check. Teasing and pervy Gege? of course. A loving and gentle husband? Sign him up. Strict teacher? No need to ask twice.

Brat Taming: Now defying Caleb is the equivalent of waving a red flag in front of a bull and you better run because when he catches you you're done for. He needs you to need him as much as he needs you and if he has to break you for you to admit it then he will. The rush of being the one in charge and "taking care" of you in a way no one else will is enough to have his cock throbbing.

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Sylus

Breeding AND Biting: These two go hand in hand every time you have sex with him. He craves to have a family with you but, more than anything, he wants you to be as full of him as his heart is of you. He wants you to be so filled with his cum that he has to keep his cock inside otherwise it'll leak out of you. He absolutely enjoys the slippery mess your warm insides become when he rocks his hips into you, slowly but deep, pushing his cum even further into your womb and hoping you'll get pregnant.

Body Worship: I've said it once and I'll say it again: Sylus is a lover boy! ! ! Each kiss on your skin is an offering, a promise and a worship. He wants to know the parts of your body not even you do and give you the love you deserve. The praises he whispers against your body are similar to a prayer and he could spend years exploring every inch of you without ever getting tired. You're the very reason for his existence and any less is just unacceptable.

Size: This guy is not only big but he's also very large. He is a softie who likes to tease you about how small you are compared to him while he holds your hand and pretends he doesn't hear your complaints about him suffocating you after the draped his heavy body over yours. That feeling of satisfaction extends when he has to gently coo you and kiss your tears away while he's spreading your little hole open. He can't help the fangy grin on his lips when he feels his cock bulge on your tummy and he holds your hand over the spot so you feel how deep he is inside of you as well.

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Rafayel

Rough Sex: Another controversial take but I feel like he's a secret sadist just not the extreme type. Man can flip his demeanor from "harmless babyboy" to intimidating sea god in a split second who knows what else he's hiding under that purple wig. He'll keep an almost cold demeanor while he coaxes whimpers out of you in the best way and a wicked smirk spreads across his face at the sight of your tears, spurring him on until he's completely broken you.

Food Play: That's definitely one way to make sure he actually eats. Having you be his meal will make him hungry like never before and oh he absolutely will feast (this may or may not be a reference to this). He makes a point of not using his hands while licking along your skin, tasting the sweet chocolate before he left a purple mark on your thighs. Oh, this goes both ways so please pour wine on him and lick him clean ;)

Body Painting: I forgot if there's an actual English term for this but Rafayel would love to draw on your skin and watch you squirm each time the soft, wet brush went over your perked up nipples. He'd scold you when you move because you're making him smudge the lines and holds you in place with his free hand, warning you to stop or he'll take "extreme measures" to make you keep still. You are the only one he'd ever dare to call a masterpiece.

[fireladyofink]

Oh God.. uuhhhh.. been a minute since I tried one of these..

Skipping 1, hate first person, just can't do it, not even read it.

2 is 100% Andlàtkyn. There's some issues here and there but it will always be my pride and joy.

Due to not posting on AO3 (even though I really should be), 3 is mostly ineffective. Except Wattpad has tags. I'd say UTAU, dragons and crossover.

4, lol. Literally. Lately I keep using that (only when texting others) and it's bothering me. I feel like a simpleton because of how much I'm saying that, eugh.

5 I've honestly learned a lot while researching fics. For one, I found out lantana berries are toxic to humans yet taste like blueberries, and I have them growing in my backyard. They're actually my favorite plant! I love their flowers; so pretty, and they have such a uniquely funky smell as well. Part of why I adore them, it stands out so much without being a bad smell. And the leaves have a sort of citrus smell? I love lantanas.

6 I don't know. I've thought about requests due to the money, but I feel like I'd either struggle to start writing it or get carried away with it- or straight up not finish in a reasonable timeframe. Commissions? Like art commissions? Maybe in a few years when I'm more confident in my skills and also somehow have a drawing tablet to properly draw digitally. Something like that.

7 Either or. I love making sickeningly sweet coffee or various different teas.

8 Is honestly hard to decide! Off the top of my head I can think of Dust initially meeting Killer with the hilariously absurd question of "What do you mean you don't have a mouth? How are you speaking right now? Your ass?"

9 Believe it or not it was basically when I first got a phone and commented a short story in the comments of a YouTube video. Someone replied with a suggestion of Wattpad. The rest is history, lol.

10 Off the top of my head I can't think of anything beyond something very specific for the fic I've been thinking about again lately, Ninjagaësia. Only time I've written outside of the UT fandom too, I specifically want to get around to writing that version of Zane more. What I had planned for him is fun as hell. An absolute badass.

11 Lots of comments, votes and people enjoying it. Which, continuing the above mention, Ninjagaësia doesn't qualify for. Pretty unsuccessful, but for once I don't really care.

12 Undertale AU's. I doubt I'll ever leave, either.

13 No. Hell, my ultimate fic of Andlàtkyn was written throughout the later half of highschool. I am technically working on an original story on the sidelines, I call it my worldbuilding project because I'm building up so much lore in this world before I actually touch on the story itself outside of a vague idea. About 60-ish different species of people, including the were-diseases. Last I counted, anyway. I'll be working on it for years, I know it, and I don't mind that either.

14 Comments talking about my fics on said fics. Actual interactions! It brings me joy. 🧡

15 My family is well aware. I don't bring up a lot of details but the last time I went into vague detail with my mother it was over a scene in Andlàtkyn (no direct spoilers) and she interpreted it weirdly and now she teases me by asking if I'm killing babies again! A bit awkward..

16 Actually finishing a damn story. I don't mind the periods of no writing until I get inspired again, but what annoys me is when I can't seem to finish anything. Only ever finished Andlàtkyn. I still have yet to write anything for the sequel to it, either! Zeradelsída is still just a bunch of loose plot points..

17 I am semi successfully writing benevolent eldritch horror. It doesn't intend harm, but it is truly.. horrifying nonetheless. The uncertainty of someone knowing he died, feeling his own heart stop beating, and feeling something OTHER seep inside and force it to start again, pulsing in his veins, fusing with his anatomy, permanently altering both him and itself into something completely unknowable.. I'm rambling. Anyone who hasn't seen my Wattpad, read Awakened. If you don't mind ridiculously long fics, read Andlàtkyn too!

18 I have at least 7 I mostly expect to finish, with at least 4 others just kind of.. there. I don't think I've posted any of those, either. I also have ideas inspired by dreams that I'd love to write down someday, though don't really expect to actually codify.

19 I kind of just don't. I work on different projects as the inspiration hits, take a backseat for a month or so, then come back to either the same project or a different one.

20 Hmmm.. Hard to think of something specific. I'm leaning towards stuff in Andlàtkyn. I don't really have a favorite kiss scene because I don't do romance. I write adventure! Andlàtkyn has some side romance though- not that any of it is my favorite. Platonic stuff, though.. I'd say my favorite is honestly Lust and Alter incidentally befriending each other and becoming venting buddies. It's the cutest thing, their friendship is adorable and wholesome despite the background angst. I didn't write nearly as much of them as deserved.

21 Honestly it's mostly lack of inspiration that I'm pretty sure stems from depression. If I could get an ADHD prescription or depression meds I'd probably be a lot better but like. I am completely broke. So much so that those issues aren't even in the top 10 of pressing problems solved with money.

22 Given I've literally only done it once.. not really. I guess I post it around everywhere I can think of in excitement?

23 That one continuous dream I had that went on over a month centered on a Nightmare that was freshly corrupted. He was honestly so nerdy and adorable despite putting on the brave and mildly "evil" front. The boy. Him. Goddamnit I want to write that at some point.

24 Honestly I can't think of anything for this one.

25 Oh yeah, I can't think of anything off the top of my head but there's a lot I'd like to fix in all of my stories, lol.

26 Kind of? It's a more recent development, did it for Zeradelsída which still has yet to be written, did it for that Ninjagaësia too. A little bit of a broad, even vaguer outline for things I want to happen in Awakened, too? More like events, no particular order or connection.

27 A few of those WIP's that haven't been posted... Okay technically just one. There's also the very first fic I wrote that is subsequently the only one I've ever deleted.

28 Angstiest often coincides with cursed for some reason, so I'll just go with the ending of Andlàtkyn for the Apple Twins.

29 I kind of just.. don't. If I do, I start hating everything, and because I'm not THAT bad at spelling and grammar I think it's mostly fine the way it is.

30 Oh absolutely. It's particularly obvious when one looks at Andlàtkyn, which I wrote over the course of 4 years. Really neat transition, if I ever manage to do it, I'd rewrite the beginning a little to match the rest when crossposting to AO3. If I ever get around to that.

31 Again, Andlàtkyn. That fic is my baby, man. It's so precious to me.

32 Honestly I don't know for this one, which is weird.

33 100% Ink of Awakened. My little boy. I have some friends that would rib the hell out of me if they ever found out, lol. Thankfully the main one doesn't even remember that he has a Tumblr.

34 I was not expecting how hard of a question this is! I thought it was Andlàtkyn, but thinking about it.. I don't think so? It might simply just change depending on which one I'm currently fixated on, but at the moment I think my favorites to get that on is Awakened and Ninjagaësia, second of which already has basically nothing to begin with.

35 I don't have anything, oof.

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[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

SPOILER SPOILER

new yuu for the scara manga. Credits to magister_xehanort on reddit. Doesn't she looks cool?!! She kinda gives me kalim vibes since she looks bubbly. What do you think miss raven?

I already gave my (very brief) preliminary thoughts on our new Yuu, Yuuna Oujou (I must stress it is NOT Ojou) in this post. I would be more than happy to expand on those thoughts here though ^^

So firstly, this Yuu is a girl--and a very feminine presenting one at that. This supports the theory that each manga!Yuu will be going in the boy-girl-boy-girl order, or perhaps the opposite gender of the Great Seven member of each book/dorm.

I think it's great that we have a very femme Yuu in official Twst media; it definitely adds to the diversity of the Yuuniverse. I especially appreciate what this implies about the NRC cast: they don't treat a girly girl significantly differently (whether being overly nice, overly mean, or overly awkward around her) than they would a masculine-presenting or nonbinary Yuu.

One thing I LOVE about Yuuna is that she actually has several unique interactions with the NRC cast and the world. Part of why I don't like Yuuken or Yuuka as much is because their level-headed personalities didn't lead to them really changing much about how they interacted with this new environment + people (other than the occasional change, like Yuuka squaring up to fight). I liked Yuuta a lot more because he has way more moments to "be himself" in the world, like using his cooking to convince Leona to let him sleep over in Savanaclaw, being softer around Jack, and having a backbone when Grim tries to hurriedly cram food into his mouth before class. Yuuna goes even FURTHER than that. She has her own nicknames for each character, takes selfies with them, literally plunges into Kalim's Oasis Maker water without a care in the world, plays dress-up with the shiny stuff in Scarabia's storage room, freaks out about the bugs in Ramshackle, and SO much more. Yuuna legitimately feels like a part of this world rather than a passenger in it.

I think we should talk more about how Yuuna dresses! This is known as gyaru, which is a Japanese fashion subculture typically known for its rebellious outfits, tanned skin, big and/or dyed or bleached hair, many accessories, and exaggerated makeup. It is also associated with a particular attitude or behaviors, such as being outgoing, sociable, and energetic. The name gyaru (ギャル) originates from a Japanese transliteration of the English word 'gal'. I believe the style originally developed in the 1970s as a statement of nonconformity to Japanese beauty standards (which emphasizes being pale-skinned, dark-haired, and demure in their appearance). Gyaru was originally considered very inappropriate, and the older generation tend to stereotype it as frivolous and associated with adolescent delinquency. In the west, it was even sometimes mistaken as racist depictions of dark-skinned people. Nowdays, gyaru is more understood as being a way for people to break out of conventional beauty standards set upon them by society.

What Yuuna wears, as one of the anons shares, is a substyle of gyaru called kogal or kogyaru (子ギャル or コギャル). The 子 or コ (ko) in kogyaru means "child", referring to the childishness or youthfulness of those who typically wear this fashion. It is defined by those who wear clothes resembling Japanese high school uniforms with alterations and flairs made to them. (These alterations are usually frowned upon, as Japanese schools are very strict about wearing their uniform properly.) This could include alterations in color, wearing one's uniform differently, wearing loose socks, shortening the skirt, and/or adding accessories to bags. We may also see bleached hair and/or tanned skin. This substyle formed in the late 1980s and early 1990s, but is popular in modern day, as it has been picked up and promoted by Japanese media.

As I mentioned in the original post, Yuuna comes from the countryside and she helps her family out on their rice fields. However, her dream is to become a model in Tokyo (this is what her audition was for).

We don't get to see a lot of her parents, but I don't get the impression that they disapprove of her fashion or life choices. They just short of tell her off for looking at magazines while she's supposed to be doing something else. They allow her to go to a modeling audition too, rather than taking efforts to prevent it or to shame her from going. There's also no bullying alluded to or mentioned; I genuinely don't think Yuuna is supposed to have a tragic background. (None of the other manga!Yuus did, either.) She just has an interest in this fashion, and there doesn't have to be a deep or trauma-related reason for it. Simply her being into the gyaru subculture makes her a foil to Jamil. Gyaru is all about expressing oneself, even if society frowns upon it. Yuuna is able to be "true to herself" in this way, despite coming from a humble background. She is also willing and able to help her family out with their rice fields--but her aspirations lie elsewhere. Jamil isn't able to do the same. His family actively opposes his decisions and put him in a position where he isn't able to freely express himself or pursue anything other than what he was born into. He comes to resent what his family does and how he is forced to comply with it.

It's also interesting that her bubbly personality is also similar to Kalim's. Yuuna is shown to get along with him very well and is super friendly to the other NRC students, just like Kalim is. I wonder if this also plays into why Jamil thinks she can be easily manipulated (since he was also able to easily manipulate Kalim in book 4). He may underestimate them because of their similar personalities.

One last thing I want to note is 🤔 Yuuna continues the pattern of all manga!Yuus having surnames related to death... Her surname, Oujou, sounds like おうじょう or 往生際 (oujougiwa), a word that can mean "rebirth in another world", "a calm and peaceful death, "to breathe one's last", and/or "the moment before death/the brink of death". Ominous...

[quibbs126]

God I wish I had a good caption for this, but I do not. Best I can think of is “I depend on you”, but it also has nothing to do with the blue and yellow drawing at all

But in any case, this is a thing I drew today

I was trying and failing at giving Lux a good alt mode design, and that paired with other things was making me really discouraged, and I sort of ended up just starting to draw this, and then I ended up liking where it was going, which brought up my mood today, so that’s good

As such, I don’t actually have much context for what this scene is

It’s also featuring some more 3D elements in the design, since attempting to draw Transformers One again has put that back in my head, though since I still don’t know exactly how the forearms/hands work, it’s a bit less effective than I would have liked. But I’m slightly less sloppy with the anatomy I think, yay

I’m also now noticing Megatron looks a bit off, but I think part of that is that his arm is obscured by Optimus’, and while it made sense in the sketch, it looks a bit weird now

I also had to slightly change Optimus’ expression from sketch to lineart since the correct placement for his eyebrows would have made it so you don’t see his full expression, so I had to bring them down. It sounds minuscule but his eyebrows higher up did change the expression (it had more shock than the current more quiet concern)

I think I’m realizing that the sketch might have looked better than the final version, at least to me. Oh well

I also may or may not have went ham on lighting and shading, probably to an unnecessary degree. It’s just that this was the only image on the canvas and I really liked it, so I wanted to spiff it up, make it more nice looking

This is a version with significantly less of it, and also a white border because I was considering that before I realized it made it look a bit too sticker like. But I just think the flat colors on their own have merit too

Anyways, like I said, I don’t really have much context for this image, since it was just something I made to make something

Best I can come up with is this interaction happening sometime after Kiloton’s death, with Megatron still not over it and coming to Optimus for comfort. Optimus is a bit shocked at first (not to mention he’s got his own currently unrequited feelings for Megatron that he really doesn’t want to act on right now when Megs is emotionally vulnerable), but he chooses to comfort his friend anyways

Or alternatively, this is Megatron feeling overwhelmed about his whole lie about his infection and the terrible questions the truth brings, and again, going to Optimus to feel better. Optimus does the same in this scenario, it’s just that he doesn’t really know what’s bothering Megatron, since he refuses to tell him the truth. But he’ll be there for him regardless, hoping one day he feels comfortable enough to tell him

But yes, thing I drew that I quite like. Probably would be more impactful if the majority of the description wasn’t me just talking about the design process and my own personal nitpicks

[rinsoccerball]

My Brothers Best Friend

I’ve been working on this for like four days and i lowkey hate it, im a little rusty at writing smut rn, but im in love with megumi so im posting it anyways

Synopsis: Reader is 18 and Megumi is 20. You’ve always had a crush on your brother Yuuji’s moody best friend, Megumi Fushiguro. He’s always been cold and stand-offish until a summer trip to your hometown changes your dynamic.

Pairing: megumi x f!reader

Wc: 9.1k (i tried to keep it under 10k 😭)

Warnings: HEAVY SMUT! Porn with plot!! corruption kink, loss of virginity, mouth spitting. Mean/softish dom gumi, degradation/praise, creampie, unprotected p in v (don’t be silly wrap that Willy), manhandling, you’re too cute and Megumi wants to ruin you, y/n is used like three or four times, fluffy and angsty.

The rumbling of the car jostled your bags around. "You want a beer?" Misa turned, a cold beer in her hand and you smiled before taking it. "yeah thanks." Her smile was warm. Her green eyes warm in the soft light of the sunset. She was cute, but her wide gorgeous smile made you nervous. Pretty girls always made your palms sweat.

Itsumi turned her head, —your best friend—you'd known her for about three years now, "I can't wait to spend summer with everyone in our hometown" she turned her head back fast since she was driving, focusing back on the road.

"Your hometown." Misa added. She'd been 'dragged' up to your guys hometown. For the first time ever.

You hummed picking at the thread on your jeans, "Me too sumi! School was murdering me" You laughed taking a swig of the beer. "Me too girl me too! finals had me choking myself out." You both laughed and the conversation died down.

You were so grateful to be done for the year. Exams and studying behind you until it started all over again in the fall. But for now you could focus on the heat, and carefree air of your three month break.

Summer was finally here.

Smoke swirled throughout the room, and you coughed. Your body light and your head empty from the blunt being passed around the group. A cat layed across your lap as you leaned against the wall, your eyes slowly scanned the room before landing on her.

Misa. She's so pretty, and everyone swirled around her talking about how gorgeous she was. Even he couldn't keep his eyes off of her. His dark hair was spiked up in its usual style, messy from how many times he'd run his hands through it. His dark blue eyes lidded and heavy from the amount of weed he had inhaled.

She looked over at him and smiled. The same charming smile she uses on everyone. You'd only met her officially  six hours ago, but you'd seen her use it a numerous amount of times. Unwarranted jealousy curled up in your stomach and made its way into your throat.

Your cheeks burned from a fresh sunburn and your shoulders ached from opting to not put sunscreen on them. You moved slightly your shirt scratching the burns and you let out a quiet groan. When you moved your eyes up to scan the room again, his eyes were on you. The sunburn hides the flush to your cheeks as your eyes meet and you turn your head. The feeling of shame washing over you for even looking at him.

Megumi Fushiguro. The stupidly attractive 'mean' emo boy that'd you'd had a crush on for the last six years. You met when you were a seventh grader and he was a tenth grader. You'd hung out with a lot of kids older than you. Kids your age were mean, and so Yuuji being your nice older brother took it upon himself to bring you around.

The first time you'd ever seen him was when he had shown up while you were hanging out with Yuuji. Your brother had invited him over only to then drag Megumi away to a party. A small smile on his lips as he looked at you, and waved. After that night, it was over for you.

So now sitting in front of him, freshly eighteen. Wide eyed baked out of your mind— it starts all over again.

Misa hops over to him, and plops down beside him. His lidded eyes move over to her as she smiles big at him. Words are spoken that you can't hear, and you leave to fill your cup back up.

You chug your drink and go to fill it again, "easy there killer, don't you have to drive t'night?" His voice is deeper than you'd remembered, and you turn, blearily looking up at him. "Nah, came with Itsumi and Misa." He hums grabbing your cup from you, "tsk, underage drinking. I'm pretty sure that's a no no." You roll your eyes and turn to grab another plastic cup. "So it's only okay when you do it?"

He ignores your last statement. "Does that mean ur all gonna be at that party tomorrow? At Nobara's?" I take another swig and turn, "obviously, why? Trying to see Misa again?" The alcohol and weed have made you brave. You've never been able to banter with him before.

He gets quiet before diverting the topic, "heard you guys we're going to the beach tomorrow... you got room for more?" You shrug, "not my car." There's a distant yell and then Misa is fast walking up to us, "Megumi you gotta come see this!" She drags him away and you let out a shuddered breath.

You drag yourself to the car and move yourself into the backseat, grabbing your phone and sighing in self pity.

"Whatcha doin back here?" The sound of your brother's presence shakes you from your stupor. Reminding you of where you are. "Just chillin." You smile at him trying to hide the pained look from your face.

He laughs, "oh really?" He scoots in next to you shoving you over. "The party is in there, why're you out here?" His voice is gentle this time and you sigh.

You'd kept this secret from him forever. How could you tell your brother that you've been secretly pining over his best friend for years. He'd be sick to his stomach.

But the mix of alcohol and weed makes you word vomit. "Have you ever wanted something so bad, even though you know you shouldn't. Even though you know you can never have it."

He eyes you suspiciously, "is this about Megumi?" You sputter. Your face heating up all the way to your ears. "How'd you know?" He laughs at your question and slaps a hand on your shoulder. You wince slightly from the sting.

"Im stupid but I'm not blind imouto-san. I know when you like someone. Megumi's oblivious, and a little cold, but he's a good guy, and I approve."

You're taken aback by his soft confession, but it's pointless. "Yeah but... but he'll never feel the same. Im just your little imouto to him, and misa exists. So you know." He laughs again before rubbing your back soothingly. "We've known misa since our freshman year of college. Don't be worried. I think you'd be surprised." And with that he's exiting the car and walking away.

What does that even mean?

That night ended in salty tears and bated breath as you fell asleep in your childhood bed. You thought about crawling into bed with Yuuji, but decided against it. You weren't ten anymore.

Now as you sit on the beach you'd spent countless summers on. You watch as Misa sits thigh to thigh with Megumi, and your chest grows tight. Thanks for your wise words of wisdom Niichan.

The black bikini you'd picked had done nothing to draw his attention, and as you looked out across the water you mentally scolded yourself. What were you doing trying to catch his attention? Stupid. It's summer. Your first summer as a legal adult. You should only be worried about having fun.

So you ran out into the tide, and you heard Itsumi and Nobara laughing as they followed.

Itsumi slightly pushed you but the ocean took its own jab at you as a wave knocked you on your ass. You all laughed and Nobara helped you up. All three of you waded out into the water until you could no longer feel the sandy floor.

"What do you guys think of misa?" You asked kicking your feet to keep yourself afloat. "Shes cool but she's totally only here cause she's had the hots for Megumi since she met him." Itsumi laughed and you grumbled.

"I wouldn't worry about it y/n.. Megumi is a man he probably thinks she's being his friend. Cause that's what he thinks of her." Nobara says, and Itsumi splashes her. "Yeah I dunno, they're def fucking, but I'm rooting for y/n to get that mean emo dick."

You splash her and giggle opting to ignore the comment she made about them sleeping around, "shut up you know I don't care about that." She shakes her head, "obviously not you've been a virgin for eighteen years." You blush and dunk her under the water, and before you know it, all three of you have taken turns trying to drown each other.

After your conversation on the beach you'd relaxed. If it was meant to be than it's meant to be and if not than oh well. So what if he was piping Misa. You'd move on... hopefully. You'd had a good time with everyone. Sipping on something Yuuji and Nobara had concocted and put into a metal water bottle.

You hadn't felt this relaxed in months.

You'd been so relaxed that when it came time for Nobaras party, you hadn't even thought about your silly little crush.

You'd gotten all dressed up with Nobara, Itsumi, and Misa. Music blasting in Nobara's room as you all sipped on Smirnoff's.

They'd already headed downstairs, but you couldn't pull yourself away from the mirror. A cute pink mini skirt covered your lower half, and you'd paired it with a floral halter top. You put cute pink clips in your hair, and did your makeup light and glossed up your lips.

You knew you were pretty, and looking at yourself all dressed up—slightly tipsy. You actually felt it. You smiled at yourself. Pearly white teeth peeking out from behind glossy lips, and as you smoothed down your skirt. You finally decided it was time.

You walked down the stairs of a home you'd been in a million times, but you felt brand new.

You skipped your way through sweaty bodies to the make-shift bar. liquor lined the counters along with some snacks, and you began fixing yourself a drink. Vodka and cranberry juice.

You took a sip of it and grimaced. Okay maybe you'd overdone it with the vodka, but that was okay cause it's summer, and you deserved to let loose.

"Underage drinking again? Bad y/n." At the sound of his smooth deep voice you tensed. "Maneee and I thought I was gonna get away with it." You giggled spinning around to look up at him.

His eyes drank you in from head to toe, and you almost shivered. The way he was inspecting you made you feel like you'd stripped down naked in front of him.

"You look..." he swallowed thickly hooded eyes still studying you. "You look nice." It was your turn to swallow thickly, and you felt no shame as you studied him. Black jeans and a black t-shirt. The same black necklace fitted around his neck that he always wore, and his hair spiked up as usual.

"So do you gumi." You smiled brightly at him taking a sip from your cup. You fought the wince but you were sure he caught it.

"Gumi? That's new, I like it." He looked down at your drink before swiping it from you. "What're you drinking?" He took a sip and raised his eyebrows in surprise.

He choked out a laugh, "what is this vodka with a shot of cranberry juice?" You gasped and tried to snatch your drink from him but he raised his hand higher out of reach.

"What?! It's good.." he shook his head, "it's fucking disgusting." You scoffed and crossed your arms over your chest. "Give it back Megumi."

He kissed his tongue to the back of his teeth, before taking a step closer to you. Now in your personal space he leaned his head down. "That wasn't very polite.. that's not how you ask for things, is it?" He cocked his head slightly, eyes shining mischievously.

"May I please have my drink back Megumi?" You asked sweetly, sugar dripping from your lips as you smile cutely at him. And as Megumi studies you, eyes flitting down to your glossy lips, he's positive that in this room, under these lights, in the fog of all the smoke, you're the prettiest girl he's ever laid eyes on.

"Try again. You're missing something." You look at him puzzled and if he were a weaker man he would've given in and smashed his lips against your pouty, glossy lips.

"Oh! I know!" You clear your throat before continuing sweeter this time. "Gumi, may I please have my drink back?" He stares at you. The same bored look he always sports making you nervous as he takes a deep breath. "Yeah uh." He coughs. "Here... just uhm be careful, be smart." He says gripping your chin and rattling your head.

"Ew gross. Quit flirting and get a room." Nobara says cheekily, hands on her hips. You turn three shades darker as you splutter choking on your drink.

"No no we weren't flirting just talking! Nothing wEird is happening here." You say waving your hands around before shooting her a look that says—im gonna kill you—she laughs moving around you to make herself another drink, and Misa pops up out of nowhere.

"Megumi! Come try this blunt it's so good!" She exclaims smiling as she grabs his arm and pulls him away. He turns his head back to see you already looking at him and he waves at you.

You wave back mouthing "bye" before you turn around to see Itsumi has now popped up with Yuuji. He's got red lipstick smeared against his mouth and he's grinning sheepishly at you.

Her lipsticks smudged and you bark out a laugh. "Good for you sumi." She looks at you then Nobara and then in the direction Megumi has been dragged off to.

"We gotta come up with a plan to get you that emo boy dick" she says determined and Yuuji groans, "eww gross that's my imouto."

Despite Megumi getting dragged off, you've been having a fantastic time. You've danced all over the house. The alcohol thrumming in your veins making you loose. Unaware of the eyes that have watched you all night.

You feel good, weightless, as you dance to the beat with your girl friends, and your brother trying—and failing—to throw ass. You've not had a good laugh like this in a minute, and it's nice.

It's so nice that you don't even care that Megumi is pressed thigh to thigh with Misa on the couch, as they pass a blunt back and forth. You don't care that you've had a crush on him since you were twelve years old, and you don't care that you're now pressed against some random dude.

He's tall, he smells good, and he's whispering naughty stuff in your ear that would usually make you blush. But you don't care, you turn around to loop your arms around the back of his neck and when he leans down to try and kiss you, you dodge it. You shake your finger at him and turn back around. "Saving it." You yell over the music.

"For what?" He whispers in your ear, and the question stumps you. What were you saving it for? Deep down you knew, but when were you going to let go of that childish dream. Megumi was never going to be your first kiss. So why not him? But before you let him press his lips against yours, someone is dragging you by your arm.

You yelp and try to twist your arm free. "Hey! I was just about to—" you don't get to finish your sentence though, his spiky hair coming into view through your bleary vision.

"About to waste your first kiss on that loser. You're drunk. Go drink water." You're taken back by his rough tone and you yank your arm from his grip, even though it makes you grit your teeth in pain.

"Excuse me? Who do you think you are?" You're glaring at him now. How dare he pull you away from your fun. He's a Party pooper and you tell him as much.

"Oh yeah? Ya think so?" He asks dangerous lilt in his voice as he backs you up against the wall of the hallway. Both hands on either side of your head, and the music sounds far-away now as you stare into his eyes. His nose pressed up against yours.

You stare into Megumi's eyes. Longer than you ever have and he really is the most beautiful man you've ever seen.

You feel a stirring in your chest. His eyes a magnetic, intense blue. The color of the sky right before the day ends and night takes hold—the color of dusk.

You shivered, and he rubs your bare arms, "cold?" You shook you head, "no." Those same eyes flickered down to your lips, and as he watched you close your eyes, he clears his throat, and backs away from you. Ruining the moment.

"No why—" You balled his shirt up in your tiny fists, and pulled him in closer. "Don't you feel it?" You asked gesturing in between you both, and he pushes off the wall, hands coming to rest at his sides.

And in the next breath he utters words he wished he could take back immediately. "Feel what?" You turned beet red. Embarrassment, and shame filled you. You pushed him away, unable to hide the hurt on your face and he lets you. Lets you walk to Nobara's room, and out of sight.

The sun shines brightly in Nobara's room. You groan and move the blankets up over your face. "Someone turn off that light."

"It's called the sun dummy. Now get up." Nobara says as Itsumi yanks the blanket completely off of you. "We're going to hang out at your house today." You groan but sit up anyways. Your head thrumming against your skull.

"Who let me get that drunk." You huff as you get out of bed. "Girl bye you're such a lightweight you disappeared way before the party was over." You glare at both of them.

"For good reason too, so shut up." You say noticing you’d passed out in your party outfit. "Someone take me home. Please."

The minute you walk into your house you wanna bolt. Megumi is passed out on the couch, and nostalgia hits you. You watch him for a moment. He looks so young. Cheek smushed into the pillow as he softly snores.

Despite the sadness rising up in you, you make your way up to your room. You collapse on your bed, and the only thing that gets you up again is the sound of the girls all giggling downstairs.

You grab your pink fluffy towel and make your way towards the bathroom. The shower helps with your headache, but does nothing to ease the nausea building inside of you.

Once out of the shower you wrap the towel around yourself, and open the door.

Your eyes land on Megumi's form outside your door. Closed fist hesitating as if he's debating on knocking.

"Why're you standing outside my door like that?" He jumps at the sound of your voice and whips around.

"Uhm well I... see well i?" He pauses, rolling his eyes at himself. "I came to talk to you about last night." You shake your head. "We don't have anything to talk about. You didn't feel it. We're good."

He shakes his head and you sidestep him into your room. "No that's not what I meant. I just didn't want to talk about it while you're hammered." He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. "I mean I'd just watched you dance on some random for like an hour."

You roll your eyes, "whatever. I need to get dressed." He fixes you with a glare so ínstense that you shut up. "Don't be like that. Im trying..." he sighs, "im trying to be vulnerable and you just need to... to.. shut up and listen."

You stand there looking around awkwardly in your pink towel, "uh okay. I'll just stand here naked while you spill your innermost thoughts and feelings." It seems to really dawn on him that you're only in a towel and he clears his throat. "I'll uhm.. I'll turn around." And he does just that.

"Nu uh, get out. Im naked, you're a man, im not getting dressed in front of you." You cross the room and begin pushing him towards the door, but he protests. "But im turned around."

You shake your head. "I don't care. Im a lady. Wait outside the door." He sighs exasperatedly but does what you say. You close the door and lean against it as you take a deep breath.

You finish dressing, putting on pink sweatpants and a tank top. You open the door as your brushing you hair to let him in but he's gone. You shrug before slipping on fuzzy socks and making your way downstairs.

"Okay what's the—" you stop talking as you enter the living room. Misa is all up on Megumi again, and you fix your gaze somewhere else. "Plan for today."

"Movie marathon!!" Yuuji yells as he jumps up. "Megumi help me with snacks."

"Why m-" Megumi starts but the sound of your brothers voice shouts from the kitchen, "just get in here and help me, jeez"

You sit on the couch next to Itsumi, and she ruffles your wet hair. "How ya feeling?" You groan. "Like I could fill an entire bucket with vomit." She snickers "lightweight." A beat of silence passes before you've realized Megumi and your brother are taking forever.

You sneak up to the kitchen to scare them. Tip toeing your sock covered feet up to the corner when you hear them.

"But did you feel it?" Yuuji asks whispering so that no one past where you're standing can hear them. "Man if I told you what I had felt you'd bury me six feet under." Megumi quips looking down at the ground very interested in the tile. "Ew gross, okay whatever. Just know if you hurt her, then I really will bury you. Alive, in an unmarked grave."

Megumi laughs dryly, and you walk as fast as you can back to the couch but not before hearing, "and you need to find a way to let Misa down gently."

The group is halfway through the movie, passing around a blunt, but you can't seem to focus on anything except what you'd overheard.

How long had they been having conversations like that? Did it mean what you thought it meant? No. It had to be about another girl. That's what he wanted to tell you. That's why he didn't feel it.

If not misa, and definitely not you, then who? You tried to rack your brain of everyone they hung out with at college, but Megumi was pretty closed off. Even in your own group. Maybe it was someone you'd all yet to meet.

"Are you gonna keep the rotation going, or are you gonna hold the blunt hostage?" Misa laughs and you shoot her a playful glare before you're passing it off to your brother.

He nudges you, "you okay?" You nod smiling at him keeping any look of discomfort off your face before you settle back onto the movie.

A couple hours later you hear Nobara groaning and moaning about how she wants to do a bonfire on the beach, and everyone is begging to do it another night.

"How about we do it tomorrow, and I'll make weed brownies," you offer and you can see the wheels turning in her brain. "Okay deal, but they better be good. That last batch was weak AF."

"Eww did you just say af out loud," Itsumi laughs. Nobara sticks her tongue out at her, and you all laugh at them.

The night goes on, and by the time it's dusk outside, everyone has left. Yuuji knocks his knee against yours, and you hum.

"Whatcha thinkin about?"

"The bonfire tomorrow. What I'm gonna wear." It's not entirely a lie, but after Megumi never pulled you aside to talk again, and the conversation you'd overheard you really weren't in the mood to talk about it.

You can feel his eyes on you. Studying you. "Im fine Niichan. I promise!" You say smiling at him and patting his knee to put him at ease.

"I should bake the brownies." You say before swiftly getting up and heading into the kitchen.

Baking has always helped you clear your mind, and so you do just that. Using it as a distraction to finally get some relief from the train wreck your thoughts have become.

The next morning you stood fussing over clothes in your room. Throwing them around, and trying on different outfits. You hated all of them.

You could hear Yuuji yelling at you from downstairs. Giving you a five minute warning, but you tuned him out.

When you finally decided twenty minutes later, much to Yuuji's dismay as you could hear him yelling up at you.

You stood in the mirror, the pink bikini you'd picked out set comfortably under your flowery sundress. The beige sheer shaw you'd picked out slung over your shoulders. Your dark hair in waves from your sleep braids that fell down to your waist.

You grabbed your beach bag, and finally headed downstairs to a grumbling Yuuji.

When you finally arrived to the bonfire on the beach, the music was bumping, and the sun was settling over the horizon.

You sat away from the crowd watching as the tide pushed and pulled the water along the shore. You were two pot brownies in, and honestly you felt at ease. The sun setting casted a golden glow along the beach that warmed your skin and you closed your eyes enjoying the warmth.

"You're always running off." Misa says as she takes a seat next to you. You smile at her, and the wind softly blows your hair off your shoulders.

"I just needed a minute to enjoy the sunset. Isn't it beautiful?" You say wistfully. Watching it with a childlike wonder. No matter how many times you'd seen it, it never got old.

"It really is." She smiled before knocking her shoulder against yours, "just like you." You rolled your eyes, and moved your gaze over her. "Says you, you're goregous misa." She brushes you off, before the mood dips.

"Tell that to Megumi." You tilt your head a look of confusion forming itself onto your face. "Whaddya mean?"

"He just... I dunno, ended? things? between us." The sick feeling of joy spreads through you, but you kept it off your face. Instead opting to wrap an arm around her shoulder genuinely feeling sorry for the girl, despite your horrible glee. "Im so sorry misa I had no idea."

She laughed bitterly. "Yeah. You wanna know something funny?" She paused pain etched onto her beautiful face.

"What?"

"You're the reason. I mean he didn't say it, but it's been pretty clear since we got here.” The words ring in your ears over and over again, and you feel like the butt of some sick joke. Like everyone knew something you didn't.

"Im definitely not the reason misa. I've known Megumi for six years. He's never taken an interest." You try to keep the longing out of your voice, but you’re sure it's reached her.

She knows, everyone did at this point.

"Then you've not been paying attention." She gets up leaving you dumbfounded mouth agape. What did that mean? You found yourself asking this question a lot. How was it that everyone but you knew what was going on.

You want to dwell on it. Turn the words over and over in your head until it makes you sick, but you rejoin the party instead.

You're sitting around the fire when he plops down next to you. Two drinks in his hands, he wordlessly holds one out to you. You take it, a small smile lighting up your face.

"Handing an underage girl alcohol? Im pretty sure that's a no no gumi," you laugh as you mock him his own laugh joining in with yours. "Touché."

You turn to look at him, and your breath catches in your throat. He's wearing a casual egg white button down. The top three buttons undone, and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His hair is messy, and the light from the fire casts shadows on his face. He looks... beautiful.

Megumi's thoughts mirror yours as he looks you over. The light of the fire illuminates your skin, your hair in messy waves, and your pouty lips are as usual, glossy. He flexes his fingers. Fighting the urge to squish your puffy cheeks together and plant a searing kiss to your mouth.

Instead he compliments your brownies.

"You look really pretty tonight." He mumbles it so low you almost don't catch it. You chew on your bottom lip, and he really wishes you would stop drawing attention to your lips.

"Thank you gumi. So do you." You facepalm as the words come out. "I mean... uhm well what I meant was that you uhm.." you clear your throat, "You look very handsome tonight." His face reddens and he brings his hand up to cover it.

The smile that makes its way onto your face has Megumi melting into a puddle. His stomach swoops, and he swears he's never felt this way before.

A comfortable silence falls over you, as the music plays in the background. You place your hands in the sand and thunder rumbles above you. The feeling of his hand brushing against yours sends a jolt of electricity through your body, and rain begins to fall from the sky.

You look up a pout forming on your lips. "Mane. It wasn't supposed to rain today." He grumbles before standing up and dusting off his jeans. He holds a hand out for you, and by the time he's helping you up the rain is steadily falling.

Everyone begins scrambling to grab their things and hightail it off the beach. You look around and notice that Itsumi and your brother are nowhere to be seen and his car is gone.

The rain is pouring now, and thunder cracks above you. You jump and Megumi chuckles swinging his key around his finger. “Need a ride?"

You smile sheepishly, nodding, before you begin to follow him to his car. By the time you get to the road to your house it's flooded and you huff, "I can't believe Yuuji AND Itsumi abandoned me!"

You smack your lips together running your fingers through your hair, "those traitors." Megumi steals a glance at you, and lets out a laugh. "You're cute when you're grumpy." The comment startles you, your heart now hammering against your ribcage.

"You... you.. OH HUSH." You giggle smacking a hand over your face. "Focus on the road."

When you make it into Megumi's house, you follow him to his room. The thought of being here so many times, but never seeing inside his room almost makes you laugh.

You pass the threshold after him, and study the room. Your eyes sweeping over it. It's so different from your own. The grey walls are covered in band posters, and there's a small black desk pushed up against the window.

The bed is pushed up against the wall in the middle of the room, and a black duvet lays neatly over the mattress. The only spot of color is the green stuffie set atop his dresser. You briskly walk towards it and pick it up.

"Gojo got that for me." He says standing very close behind you. "Of course he did. Silly man." You laugh to yourself. "He's cute, does he have a name."

"No he doesn't." You gasp whipping around to look at him. "That's horrible. You're a terrible stuffie dad. I will name him… Meggy!!" He shakes his head at you before plucking it from your hands and placing it back in its spot.

"That's perfect."

After changing into one of Megumi's very large blue hoodies, and his black sweatpants, you make your way out of the bathroom and to the living room.

You stand in front of him shrunken into his clothes and he snorts. "You're so tiny." You roll your eyes, "or maybe you're just freakishly large."

He scoots to the edge of the couch and grabs your arm dragging you to halfway straddle his lap. You hesitate over him. Unsure and nervous as you look down at him.

"Sit." He commands and you find it hard to oppose him so you do. You straddle your childhood crush a furious blush taking space over your cheeks.

"Why do you want me on your lap?" You ask playing with the sleeves of his hoodie that spill past your hands.

"Cause I wanna talk to you sweet girl." He says tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. "Ew don't do that I'll look like a goblin." You say untucking the hair from your ear. "And you can only do that like this?"

He laughs a real genuine laugh finding you so unbearably adorable, and you look up at him unsure of yourself. "I thought you wanted to talk yesterday, but you were gone." He looks away from you, "yeah Misa needed help with something." You roll your eyes feeling brave "of course she did."

"You've gotten really mouthy." He states. Squishing your cheeks in his hand. "Yeah well you've become a slut so.." he thumps you on the forehead, "ow that hurt dickhead." He shrugs coolly.

"Watch your mouth."

You groan, "quit talking to me like that, get back with misa or whatever." He eyes you as you sit up. "Shut up and Listen." He drags you closer to him, and he rests his hands on your hips. "You're such a big baby, what I was going to say yesterday was, I didn't want you talking to me about feelings when you're drunk and grinding up on random dudes-"

You cross your arms over your chest. "You've been all the way up Misa's ass. And you've definitely done you know what... so.. so I don't want to hear it"

"Done what?!" He laughs poking your cheek. "Done sex you know what I was talking about don't be an ass." He smirks. "Yeah we have, but you keep getting me off track. will you close your trap."

You scoff in disgust and go to move off him, but he keeps you firmly planted in his lap. "Ugh, fine. go on!"

"Look at me." He snaps sharply, and you're unable to do anything but obey. "You gonna be good now?" You shiver at the roughness of his voice and you nod, "yes gumi. I'll be good."

He smooths your hair down and smiles, "atta girl."

"Now as I was saying. I did feel it. I've felt this undeniable pull to you, and I don't know why I can never do this, I over complicate it, but I just need to say it. Get it out of my system before you go and move on." He takes a deep breath, and for the first time since you were thirteen, you feel hope bloom inside you.

Your breath comes out in ragged gasps, heart pounding as his eyes hold the softest look you'd ever seen. The weight of your feelings pressing down like a thousand unspoken words. You had tried, over and over, to hide it—to bury it deep where it couldn't hurt. But now, sitting on his lap, it was finally real.

It was right here. He was going to confess, be yours. Finally he was in your reach. It was finally something tangible. You could see it playing out so clearly you could touch it. Taste it on your tongue.

"I... I've tried so many times to say it without actually saying it," he began, voice cracking slightly. "I've tried to convince myself that maybe it was just a passing thing, just a phase or some kind of illusion. But I can't lie to myself anymore."

He took a deep breath, the world around you fading into the background as you focused on the only person who mattered. Not some random guy at a party, and certainly not Misa.

"I like you, y/n. I've liked you for longer than I care to admit. It's not just the way you make me feel when you're near—though that's more than I ever thought possible—but it's the way you see the world, the way you make everything brighter just by existing in it. I know what I said in the hallway was fucked, and I'm not asking for anything in return. I just... after seeing you at Nobara's party it finally clicked. I can't go on pretending I don't feel like this."

You let out the biggest breath. A breath you'd been holding for years as the weight of his confession lulled over you. You relished in it. Delighted in it. This is what misa and Yuuji had been talking about.

Everything was starting to make sense. Him lingering around you. The staring you mistook for him looking out for you. The dragging you away from the random guy. Trying to make plans to tag along to the beach. You really were the only one not paying attention. Too caught up in your own feelings of self pity.

You took a deep breath as you carefully considered your next words "Gumi. When I was dancing on that guy at the party, before I turned around to kiss him he asked me a question. I dodged his first kiss. Told him I was saving it, and he asked 'for what?'... it really made me think, and what i realized was, I've been saving it for you, and I knew you and misa were like a thing so I decided I was gonna move on. Get it over with"

You paused taking a deep breath and you watched him, watch you with baited breath waiting for you to tell him off. After all those years of indifference, but you couldn't.

"But Im so glad you pulled me away." You sighed. "I really like you too gumi, ever since I was twelve all I've ever wanted is you. You have no idea how long I've waited."

"What I had going on with misa is over by the way." You hummed fiddling with the hem of his shirt. "I know." A beat of silence passed as he studied you.

He gripped your hips tighter. "You've been saving your first kiss for me?" The question is innocent, simple, sweet, or at least it would be if the fire burning in his cerulean eyes wasn't threatening to swallow you up.

You nodded sheepishly and he groaned, "you have no idea what you do to me. Skipping around in your pink mini skirts. With your fucking hair clips, staring up at me with big doe eyes and glossy lips. And now this" He presses the crown of his head to your collarbone, and let's out a shaky breath.

He looks back up, an expression you'd never seen from him etched onto his handsome face. It had you shrinking in on yourself.

"Do you want this?" He breathes, and the air around you crackles to life. You nod squeaking out, "yes gumi."

"Yeah? You want me baby?" He whispers breath ghosting over your skin, and you bite back the whine building up in your throat.

"Been saving yourself for me?" His voice holds an edge now, barely containing himself as he walks a dangerous line.

All it takes is a nod, and he's pressing his lips against yours. It's soft and sweet at first, but he pries open your mouth with his tongue, and it becomes haughty. Messy. Heavy. The air heats up around you, and you can feel a nervous sweat break out on your hairline.

He's threading his fingers in your hair and tugging your head back as he devours your mouth. Kissing you like a man who's never really been full, and you respond with equal enthusiasm. This was the first time in your life that you'd felt like you would never be able to get enough. Like no matter how long you sat glued to his lap swirling your tongues around each other, you would always crave more of him.

He pulls away slightly resting his forehead against yours. His chest heaving and you're panting into his open mouth. "Beg for it. Beg for me. Know you want it," he rasps. So you do. You beg him to touch you, kiss you, fill you up, anything he wants, just ease the fire burning inside of you.

Soon he's lifting you up, and carrying you to his bedroom. He gently plops you onto the bed. You look up at him, his dark spiky hair, and lust blown eyes has your panties dampening.

“Fuck. You really have no idea what you do to me.” He looms over you, brushing the hair out of your face. You wide innocent eyes watching him barely contain himself.

“So good and innocent. Saving your firsts for me. Do you know what that does to a guy like me?” He asks dragging the hem of his hoodie up slightly to touch your skin.

“No,” you respond meekly. Nerve endings in your body lighting up.

“I’ll tell you then silly girl.” He kisses your neck panting against you, “Makes my cock hard. Makes me wanna ruin you. Corrupt you, until all you can do is state up at me with watery eyes while I stretch out that pretty pussy.”

The words slip from his mouth so easily. They’re so dirty and yet he’s saying them like it’s no big deal. It has your face heating up.

“You want that baby? Hm?” His voice is gruff as he speaks, and you nod.

“Tsk, uh uh, I need words pretty girl. Tell gumi how much you want it.” You bite your bottom lip. Watery eyes looking up at him pleadingly.

“Please gumi want you to take my virginity. Want you to stretch my pussy out. Want you so bad please.” You pout making grabby hands at him, and he’s groaning against your neck.

“Fuck, you’re so sweet. So innocent. It’s a shame really. How im about to ruin you.” And with that he’s pulling the hoodie over your head. Then he's quickly pulling off your panties and sweatpants.

He sits back on his haunches, and drinks in your naked body. Long fingers splayed over your tummy. "Can't believe this is all for me. You're so perfect baby. No one's ever seen you like this?" He asks dipping his head down to suck a pert nipple into his mouth.

"Hhh~ No gumi." You whimper out tangling your fingers in his soft hair, and he pulls off your nipple with a loud, wet, pop. "Yeah. Just me right baby? Only for me?"

You nod frantically squirming as he toys with the other nipple, circling his pointer finger around it, making your chest heave.

"Gumiiii please touch me." You whine arching your back off the bed. He smiles at you sadistically, wolfishly, "I am touching you pretty girl. Ur gonna haveta be more specific."

You whine again, pouting at him as you try to push his hand down to where you're dripping between your legs.

"Ah ah ah, I said be specific, otherwise you're not getting anything." The lilt in his voice has another wave of slick sliding out of you, and you shyly whimper, "my pussy... please gumi."

"What about your pussy baby?" He bites his lip enjoying the way you struggle. You groan and writhe around. "Touch my pussy gumi please. Hurts so bad."

"Aww baby.. do you need me to make it better?" He slides his hand down your body. Roughly prying your legs open as he lays on his stomach to inspect your achey cunt.

"Oh baby. You're so wet, Ive barely done anything and you're leaking all over my sheets, naughty girl." He says spreading the lips of your pussy open before letting out a low groan, "fuckkk, can't wait to sink my cock into your slutty little pussy. I think she likes me."

You cover your face with your hands and try to close your legs out of embarrassment, “stop… stop that.” Which megumi doesn’t seem to like because he’s biting the inside of your thigh, and hooking an arm under your leg to keep it open, “behave.” He shoots you a warning look and you clench around nothing.

Which he doesn’t seem to miss cause he’s cooing at you condescendingly, before he’s sliding a long finger into your pussy. Just the stretch of his fingers has you twisting your body, brain fuzzy as he curves it up.

He groans sliding in a second finger. “You’re so wet baby.” He throws you a wolfish grin, “you’re such a nasty girl, letting me play with your cute pussy like this.” You keen arching your back off the bed again and he begins pumping his fingers into you. He used the pad of his fingers to prod at a spot inside of you that has you whimpering and squirming.

It’s all too much and it’s only just his fingers. White hot pleasure spreads through your body, and as he wraps his lips around your clit, swirling and flicking his tongue around it. It only gets worse. The steady flow of whines that leave your mouth won’t stop, and you’d be ashamed if you weren’t so embarrassingly close.

“Gumi gunna” hic “gunna cum.” His fingers mover quicker now, and before you know it your body is tightening up, legs shaking as he makes you cum for the first time in your life. He releases your clit with a wet pop, before he’s moving back up to hover over your body.

You’re panting as he slots his covered dick over your wet heat, and despite his words has this look on his face that turns your insides to goo. “Good girl, took my fingers so well.” The temperature in the room spikes as he rolls his hips over your core. The rough material of his jeans catches on your clit and you gasp.

“Yeah baby? Sensitive? Already?” He chuckles, finding your red scrunched up face and pouty lips amusing.

“Don’t know how you’re gonna fit my cock in that tiny little pussy, but you’ll try for me right baby?” He’s sitting up removing his shirt, jeans, and underwear. Your lips part as you shamelessly eye his body.

He’s lean yet muscular, his pale skin illuminated by the soft light of the moon peaking in through the window. And that’s when you see it, the absolute monster he’s been hiding He’s thick, and long. It’s the first dick you’ve ever seen, but you know it’s pretty. You can tell it’s heavy cause it’s hangs the thickness weighing down.

He watches you, breath heaving as you take him in, a smug smile tilting up his lips as you gawk at him. There’s something strange about his tip though. Poking out of the thick mushroom head is a silver piece of jewelry, and you gasp.

“Is that-“ he nods moving back over you. He hooks a leg around his waist, and rubs your thigh soothingly. “It’s a Prince Albert piercing. Don’t worry, it’ll feel really good.” You eye him skeptically. “It’s not gonna fit gumi.” He coos at you again, slapping his bulbous tip over your clit, “Then I’ll make it fit.”

With that he’s knocking his sticky mushroom tip into your entrance. “Take a deep breath for me pretty girl.” And you do. You take the as much air as you can get into your lungs before the initial stretch of him sliding just the tip into your gummy walls has you choking out a gasp.

“Shit.. ah, you’re squeezing me so tight. You gotta relax, take another big breathe for me.” And you do. If you thought the tip was the worst part you were wrong. He’s made it a little more than halfway down, and each inch feels like your being stretched beyond your limit. It burns, and you’re looking up at his strained face with wet teary eyes.

He pushes the last little bit to the hilt and rocks into you gyrating his hips and you can feel the piercing press into your cervix. It immediately has you squeezing his biceps, nails digging into the muscle, and he groans.

“Gumi no, tooo big.” He shakes his head looking down to where you’re virgin cunt is swallowing him whole. He can feel everything. The way your gummy walls clamp and gush around him has him holding onto his sanity by a thread.

You sit like this for a moment, bodies pressed together as he kisses you gently. One arm is curled around your head, and the other is being used to hold him up using his forearm. He pulls back his long lashes standing out to you as your mind goes fuzzy. The pain has ebbed away. Replaced by a pulsing need that thrums throughout your entire body.

“Gonna move now. okay pretty baby?” He asks bumping his nose against yours gently, and you nod. The first thrust is shallow, but it still feels overwhelming. This time though it’s in a much better way. It has your mouth dropping open.

He’s got his eyebrows pinched together as he looks into your eyes. It has you shyly turning away, but he’s not having any of that. He grips your jaw squeezing your cheeks together. “Uh uh eyes on me. Wanna see your face while I ruin this pussy.”

You can’t seem to do anything but moan as he begins a steady pace of rocking into you, and with every push into your wet heat. He starts to lose his composure.

First you can see it in his eyes. Hazy and lidded as holds your gaze. Then he starts snapping his hips into you. You’re letting out embarrassing sounds. Gasping, moaning, whining, whimpering his name. Like a mantra over and over again.

You can see when the cord really snaps though. When he really loses it, he’s groaning and plowing into you. The pap pap pap of his balls against your ass and the sounds you both make are the only thing that fills the room, he hits something inside your cunt that is so good, you cum.

That’s when he loses it. You see the wheels turning in his brain, and now he’s fixing you with a depraved look. “Didn’t say you could do that.. did i?” All you can do is shake your head. Glazed over eyes staring up at him stupidly.

“You’re such a nasty slut. I give you a little bit of dick, and you forget your manners.” He’s gripping your face in his hand, “stick out your tongue.” Albeit a little confused you do as your told. You open your mouth and stick out your tongue. What he does next has you clamping tightly around his cock.

He corrugates his lips a loud pff sound echoes around as his spit lands on your tongue. You’re too far gone now to be embarrassed and he does it again letting it drip into your mouth this time. “Swallow it.” He says words breaking off into a groan as you wrap your other leg around his waist.

You do, and it’s so lewd and nasty but it makes you impossibly wetter. You never knew Megumi was so dirty. “Liked that didn’t you? Can feel your messy cunt squeezing me so tight… fuck.”

His thrusts become erratic and messy. His own eyes now glazed over as he chases his high. “Shit.. this pussy is s’good.” He huffs blowing out a puff of air, and you look up at him wonder in your eyes. He’s sweaty, his face is tinted pink, and his hair lays flat over his head.

“Atta girl, taking me so well, look so cute lookin up at me like that. So innocent even though I’m fuckin you dumb.” He bites your neck, sucking a purple bruise on it, and you feel your orgasm building up in your tummy.

“This slutty little cunts mine now, you’re mine. Im the first and last man that’s ever gonna fill this cunt. Right baby.” You nod feverishly, “all yours gumi. Never anyone else’s.”

“Fuck.” He groans forehead resting against yours. “Gonna,” hhh— “fill you up real good. You want that? Hm?” You whimper, “yes gumi please.”

He brings a hand down over your stomach pushing down, erratic thrusts increasing in speed. He sits up using his other hand to drag you onto his cock by gripping your hip. You’ve still got your leg locked around his hip.

The new angle has him hitting a spot inside you that had you preening. You gasp body thrashing as you cum hard around him again, and he smiles so softly in contrast to the way he’s fucking you. “Atta girl, been taking me so well.”

He huffs eyebrows furrowing together again as he looks at where he disappears inside of you. “Gonna fill you up, g’na cum so much. Gonna make you take it all,” and no later after the words leave his mouth in rushed, whiney, desperation. He’s filling you up with hot, sticky cum that warms you from the inside out.

There’s so much that you wiggle your hips in discomfort only for him to grip your hips tighter and hold you to him. His hips rolling into you without pulling out to push it deeper and you whine. “Gumiii no more please.” You’re pushing at his stomach flexed abs hard, yet soft under your fingertips.

He ruffles his hair, dragging a heavy hand through it before he’s grinning at you. “S’lright baby just making sure it stays in.” You clench again at the sound of his rough voice, and he’s swatting your hip. “Knock that shit off before I get hard again.”

After you both get cleaned up, you’re laying on his chest as he scrolls through Netflix. He’s absentmindedly playing with your hair, and you feel perfectly content. Finally at peace.

“Sooo does this mean we’re dating now?” He asks as he chooses a movie. You giggle as you draw shapes on his skin.

“I’d say so gumi. Im all yours now.”

[iturmom]

fuck it i'll explain myself real simple like line by line so everyone can understand because i'm sick of thinking about this.

1 idk who anthony bourdain is. my tags are not in response to him as a person or his character but what he is saying in this snippet of an interview. i still haven't looked him up and it doesn't matter because i am not making a character judgement of him. i don't give a shit about his character. his words were a conversation starter for me, nothing more.

2. it gives off alpha male vibes. does that mean he's an alpha male? no. am i suggesting he's friends with andrew tate? never. again i am saying nothing about his character, just the vibes of his words. people are so much more than just one out of context conversation.

3. judging a woman for how she eats is inherently misogynistic. she's been literally trained like a fucking animal since birth to eat dainty and be ashamed of everything. and now you're judging women for the way they were socialized in a patriarchal society where boys are allowed to eat like animals but girls get shamed for it. now a man is shaming girls for the way they've been conditioned. he's not only talking about his wife he is talking about women as a whole as if women are a monolith. because when you say something in a public forum like an interview in a famous publication i assume that is obviously seen by many people, when you suggest things about women, it can be internalized by every woman or afab who reads it. he should know this when he is speaking in public platforms. any public facing person should know this, i mean they make money off this fact

4. no one seems bothered by this one thanks

5. or this i guess?

6 7 & 8 i think i explained pretty well? i can clarify further tho

9. i don't eat for a man's entertainment or lack thereof i don't eat for men! fuck anthony bourdain for the tiniest annoyance of the slight implication that women's eating habits have anything to do with a man. i'm sure someone has said fuck anthony bourdain before and got drinks afterward with him. i imagine that's how celebrities live sometimes idk? so yeah i think he can handle an internet stranger saying fuck anthony bourdain on a post he'll never see? i don't think he cares really he has a lot of money

10. the implication is there bc he gave many examples which were exclusively meat, and one cheese which is. idk not much better? cause like i don't eat meat so is he suggesting that when i go on a date i'm supposed to order a whole block of cheese and just bite straight into it like an apple? no he's not bc he's not thinking about vegetarians bc it's impossible to go feral over a vegetarian burrito, over a veggie burger, is what i'm kinda taking from where his focus lies. doesn't eat meat= dainty= unsexy= bad. not necessarily in that order but these things seem to be implied.

after that i just devolved into irrational anger for the drama. i thought that was pretty obvious by wishing he steps on a lego and not wishing actual suffering on him..... sorry it didn't play very well i guess

also never said it was a joke. i don't do comedy. i was exaggerating my emotions for the drama. if you don't like people who exaggerate their emotions sometimes then my blog is not for you and that's okay!

[nyoomfruits]

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and i was like YEAH i kind of need to see that too SO. i wrote it lmao

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Oscar had plans, on how this meeting was going to go, on what he was going to say when he saw Carlos again. There was a speech, about what happened to him, about the other Carlos, about what they mean to each other, in that universe.

Then he was going to ask. If Carlos wanted to try with him, too, maybe. Go on a date. Just to see if they would work just as well as the other Carlos and Oscar.

But that all sort of goes flying out of the window when he finally lays eyes on Carlos, his Carlos.

He’s standing in the door opening of his apartment, looking confused and apprehensive, and Oscar.

Oscar can’t do anything but kiss him.

He’s wanted to. He’s wanted to so badly, ever since he got to know Carlos better, got to understand him better. But it had felt wrong, kissing a Carlos that wasn’t his. That didn’t belong to him.

Carlos’s lips are soft – probably some stupidly fancy brand of lipbalm – and warm against Oscar’s, and for a moment – a wonderful beautiful world tilting moment – it’s just them, their lips pressed together, Oscar’s hand fisted in the front of Carlos’s shirt.

Then Carlos pushes him away. “Oscar, what-“ He starts, staring at Oscar with wide eyes. “Why.”

“Shit, sorry, I got carried away, I just-“ He takes a deep breath. “Did you know we are married?” At Carlos’s stunned expression, he continues, “Well, I mean, not here. In another universe. We’re pretty happy together too, from what I gathered.”

“Are you- Do I need to call someone?” Carlos asks, hesitant, cautious, taking a step back.

Oscar rolls his eyes. “I’m not crazy,” he says.

“You were in a coma for 2 months,” Carlos states, holding up his hands. “It wouldn’t be weird, if your brain-“

“Look, do you want to date me or not?” Oscar asks, a little impatiently. This is not at all going how he’d planned it. He’d forgotten how goddamn infuriating Carlos could be. Other Carlos was... Actually, no, he was still pretty infuriating. Oscar had just chalked it up to his other universe-ness.  

Carlos is staring at him like he can’t decide to kiss him again or call an ambulance. Oscar, not willing to wait or hope he settles for the first, throws up his hands. “Fine! Forget it,” he says, turns around to stalk away, but a hand snakes around his wrist.

“Wait,” Carlos says. “Let’s just… Come inside? We’ll talk.”

Carlos’s hand is warm around his wrist, and his eyes are big and doe like and make Oscar feel like he’s drowning and his mouth is pulled up into a hesitant smile and Oscar knows what he tastes like, now.

“Okay,” Oscar says. “Okay, let’s talk.”

[leupagus]

Tuesday's House Budget Vote and what you may not have heard about

I'm reposting this from a reblog of a really great post about the work that Representatives Mullin and Pettersen did in voting against the GOP budget on February 25th, because I don't want to detract from that message.

Instead, I want to talk about the larger implications of H. Con. Res. 14 itself, and why the Democrats risked so much (in Mullin's and Pettersen's cases, actual harm) in order to show up for this vote.

The vote in question is starting the first of quite a few votes for the upcoming GOP budget; it's not a done deal by any means, this was just the vote to get it started, so to speak. But it was still a very, very, VERY important vote, because not only would failure be catastrophic, but so would a win that just barely squeaked by.

And this one squeaked like a fucking mouse in Murray's Cheese Shop.

Speaker Johnson has been waffling on putting this to a vote because there were several outspoken GOP members who talked a big game about opposing it. Usually this doesn't matter, since most bills get some bipartisanship, but at present the House is in GOP hands with only a three-member margin of error, with two seats vacant (note: those two vacancies are FL 1 and 6, which are holding their special elections on April 1 — lol — and which are EXTREMELY unlikely to flip but hey miracles happen! Donate or phonebank if you'd like!). And Democratic representatives have been voting in a bloc against...well pretty much everything the GOP's been pushing through since Trump took office. Not only that, but this budget is legit unpopular with a number of Republicans, so much so that Johnson pulled the vote at first on Tuesday because he knew it would fail if the GOP members who'd threatened to vote against it actually went through with it. What he needed was to either convince them all to fall in line, or resort to cheating.

So he did both!

He and Trump strongarmed all but one of the GOP holdouts into voting yes (Congressman Massie is in many ways a turd in a toilet, and his reasons for voting no were bad, but he did stick to his guns, I'll give him that). Reports of Trump actually screaming at one of the (female, naturally) GOP holdouts are...well, unsurprising, but that's how panicked they were about getting this bill started. Usually the Whip does this work, but Tom Emmer's been laughably bad at it and so they had to get Trump to actually do some work. Which is itself sort of astonishing. But even then, they weren't sure they could get it done.

Which leads us to part two of Johnson's plan: blatant cheating. During Pelosi's last session as Speaker, she allowed for proxy voting in light of COVID and, you know, the general state of things, but the second the GOP got back the gavel they nixed it right in the bud. This puts the Dems at a disadvantage right now because at least three of them are out for medical reasons — Mullin and Pettersen, as well as Congressman Raúl Grijalva who's fighting cancer at present. (He was the only Democrat who couldn't get to the floor for this vote, fwiw, and anyone who insists he should've can suck my left tit.)

So Johnson adjourned the House for the evening, sending everyone home, but told the GOP members to stay and then tried to rush through the vote before the Dems realized what was happening. His hope was that enough Dems would be caught flat-footed/not see the recall notice/be asleep watching Taskmaster (whoops that was me) by the time they got the message to get back to the floor. That way he could lose the holdouts but still pass the budget onto the next phase.

However! While Nancy Pelosi no longer rules the Democratic caucus with her iron fist and fabulous coats, my man Minority Leader Hakeem Jeffries learned quite a lot from her (and is pretty fucking genius himself). Not only did he and the other House leadership expect this kind of chicanery from Johnson, they had planned on it.

Because here's the thing: Mullin and Pettersen didn't get on a plane at the last minute on Tuesday; they'd gotten to DC on Monday, without telling anyone they were in town. They actually hid from the GOP members all day Tuesday in order to lull Johnson into thinking he had more of a margin than he did; if the GOP holdouts really had voted against the budget, then it would've failed. Which would have been a biiiiiiig problem for Johnson and Trump.

As it is, it's still a biiiiiiig problem for Johnson and Trump, because now they know just how razor-thin their margin is. More importantly, they also now know that the Dems will fuck with them just as much (if not more) as they will fuck with Dems. Congress (and the USA in general) has operated for years on the assumption that Democrats operate in good faith, while taking it for granted that of course the GOP ratfuck as much as humanly possible.

This moment is a chilling one for the GOP; they can't assume anymore that Dems will play fair or fight clean. Which seems like a very small thing in the larger picture right now, I know, and I also know that people would love for their Democratic representatives and senators to be more vocal and angry in public ways. I get that!

But this move on Tuesday night? Is actually going to have far bigger consequences than any meme or viral video or clever soundbite from a politician. Democrats are no longer playing by the rules that the GOP's ignored for years (if not decades); they're playing by the GOP's own rules, and they just might win.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Doing Time 4

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, threats, age gap, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

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Summary: you try to keep your brother safe in jail but put yourself in danger along the way.

Characters: con/ex-con!Steve Rogers

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You don't own many dresses, and those you do, are more office casual than date night. Still, you have no time to stall, no room for excuses. You pick out the only one you think you can still squeeze into.

A button-up black dress with long sleeves, a white collar, and white trim around the sleeves and ruffled hem. It's something that would look much better on Audrey Hepburn. 

You check yourself in the mirror. You shouldn't care but you have to. If you want to get out the other side of this, if you want Vaughn to, you need to go along with it. You need to keep Steve happy. 

You emerge, as content as you can be with your appearance after a day of work and an unsettling homecoming. You keep your eyes on the floor as you wring your hands. You need heels, something to match. 

Before you can pass him, Steve stomps toward you. He pinches the frill around your skirt. "You look amazing, sweetheart." He lets go and drags his hand up your thigh and hip. "Can't believe it's the real thing, right in front of me." 

"Uh, yeah," you agree weakly. "I need shoes." 

"Sure, sweetheart, take your time. Get dolled up," he moves away with a sultry sigh. 

You feel him watching you as you shift around and search the shoe rack. You bend over to take out the black vinyl kitten heels and he purrs. You wince and stand up, wobbling as you step into them. 

"Hate to be too forward but I was away a while. Pretty lady like you has me all hot under the collar," he snickers. "Gotta say that dress hugs you in all the right places." 

"Thank you," you murmur and untangle the thin strap of a small purse. You shuffle around your work bag and slip your ID and debit card inside, along with a tube of lip balm. 

"You don't gotta be so shy," he nears. "I mean, I should be. Being locked up, I forget the way things are out here." He steps close and spreads his hand across your ass. "Just so nice to touch you...but I'll be a good boy and take you on a date first." 

You shudder and resist the urge to shove him away. You force a smile, "where are we going?" 

"Somewhere close," he answers and peels his hand off of you. "Been a while since I had a date," he snorts. "If you can't guess." 

"Me too," you mutter as you back up toward the door. You grab your keys. 

"Oh yeah? How long?" He asks as he opens the door and gestures you through. 

"How... er..." you think about it.  

You've not been on many. Vaughn always kept the men away. Even if they wanted a second date, it was never many more than that. 

"At least a year, I think," you step into the hall and he comes out after you. 

You lock the door as he stays close. You tuck the keys into your purse and he offers his hand. "Ready, sweetheart?" 

You don't hesitate. No more of that. You can't keep pushing your luck. You put your hand in his. You can feel his strength. 

He takes you down the hallway and patiently assists you down the stairs as your heels make your steps unsure. Or maybe that’s him. He’s especially gallant for someone like him. A criminal. Wait, no, he’s been absolved, hasn’t he? 

He slips his hand along your lower back as you come outside. There’s a hitch in his strut. Victory. 

“Got her out of storage, fresh wax,” he announces as he approaches the white vintage car you noticed before.

It’s strange how you can pick every single thing that’s out of place but you can never put them together. It was the same with Vaughn. 

“It’s very nice,” you say. “I don’t know much about cars, my brother...” 

You trail off. You’d rather not think or talk about him right now. 

Steve opens the passenger door for you. You get in and he lingers at your door. He purrs. 

“You really do look just perfect, sweetheart.” he tickles your jawline then draws back.  

He finally shuts you in. You shiver as you watch him through the windshield. You fix the hem of the skirt as it rides up with the two sizes you’ve put on since you bought it. Or maybe it shrunk? You pinch yourself as you do, hoping you might wake up from this nightmare. 

No, you’re already awake. Painfully so. 

Steve gets in and you peek over for just a second. The seat emphasizes his size. Everything seems to remind you of his power over you. Over your family.  

You’re so stupid. You have no one to blame but yourself. What were you thinking? Thanking a convinct? A criminal? A murderer? Or not a murderer? 

“You’re tired,” he says as he backs out, “seat belt, sweetheart. Last thing I need is an accident.” 

You buckle up. You dab your nose as it tingles. Don’t cry. You have to play this right. Pretend. 

“A little, yeah. Work...” 

“At the clinic, right?” He prompts. 

It’s like the phone calls. That familiarity he puts on. Your head spins as you replay all those nights in your head. It struck you then how presumptuous he could be. How he said ‘we’. His presence then reframes every call, every visit. They were not the same to him as you. 

“Yeah, a lot of phone call,” you swallow as your throat scratches. “People don’t like waiting.” 

“Tell me about it,” he chuckles. “After how long I waited for this...” 

You stare at his hand. Huge, thick, gripping the slender wheel. You put your eyes to your lap and play with the ruffle. 

“We’re gonna have a good night, sweetheart. You and me.” He preens. “A lot of them.” 

You nod and turn your face to the window, “yes, Steve. Thank you.” 

⛓️‍💥

The restaurant is nice. As you’re greeted at the door, Steve snakes his hand down your arm and twines his fingers through yours. As he squeezes, you realise how strange it must be to him. You shouldn’t empathize with him, not with all the threats, with how he’s taken your life over in less than an hour, but you do. 

“Table for two,” he says. 

The hostess smiles, “yes, sir. I can find you something.” 

She grabs two menus and a smaller one from the desk. She turns and leads you into the dining room. You walk just ahead of Steve as he urges you on, though his hand stays on yours. She stops you at a round table framed with a crescent bench. 

“Booth alright?” 

“Sure is,” Steve answers. 

He holds onto you until you sit. You slide around and he follows. The hostess lays out the menus. 

“Drink menu,” she points to the thinner folio, “a server will be by soon.” 

“Thank you,” you gulp out of courtesy, Steve echoing you. 

You clasp your hands in your lap as he takes the wine list and opens it. You’re not very hungry. Or thirsty. You’re scared. 

You glance at him, the around the restaurant. To the other diners, to the staff, he’s just another man. The suit hides his true character. If you passed him on the street, you’d assume he was some refined businessman. 

“Red or white?” He asks. 

You look at him again. The silver strands woven into his blond shine beneath the chandelier lighting above. You drag your hand up your sleeve. 

“You know, I’m not much of a drinker,” you murmur. 

“Well, it’s a special night, isn’t it, baby?” He drawls and closes the folder. 

He sets it down and you shift forward on the seat. He touches your lower back again, tickling you through your dress. Your posture goes rigid as you open the menu and focus on the options. He pulls his menu down, leaning it on the table’s edge as he continues to pet you, his other hand cradling the folder. 

“Steak. Mm. Been a while since I had a good filet,” he growls. 

“Sounds nice,” you nod. 

“What about you?” He wonders and traces his finger up your spine. 

“Hm, the pistachio crusted halibut sounds interesting,” you tap your nails on the page. 

“You don’t gotta peck like a bird around me,” his hand falls right back down, right along the top of your ass. “You really got a nice figure, sweetheart.” 

You fidget and flutter your lashes, “thank you. It’s not that. I was thinking... something light for dinner and the rice pilaf sounds interesting.” 

“Ah,” he trails along the cushion of your rear, “god, you’re so...” 

His voice peters off and a server appears across the table. He sits up and clears his throat. The man in his pressed white shirt and black slacks is amiable as he prompts you for your order. Steve lets you go first. You close the menu and hand it over after you order. 

“Of course, miss,” the server smiles at you. He’s young and handsome. These sort of restaurants only hire a certain type. 

“Bottle of champagne,” Steve begins, “we’re celebrating,” his arm curls around your middle, “and the New York Strip...” He finishes up his order and shoves the menu across the table. What’s that about? 

“Yes, sir, I’ll be back with the bottle and put your order in,” the server nods and glances between the both of you. 

He strides away and Steve growls. His fingertips dig into your side. He leans back and sucks his teeth. 

“Is something... wrong?” You twist to look at him. 

“That... guy. Looking at you like that,” he sneers. “He’s supposed to be taking our order, not ogling you.” 

“No, he wasn’t, Steve,” you assure him. 

“Sure as hell was. You’re just too sweet to notice. His eyes were all over you,” he huffs and his leg sways in agitation. “Judging me. Thinks I’m too old.” 

“Steve, he was perfectly polite,” you say, “please, you said it’s going to be a good night.” 

You bite your tongue as you examine his face. His sudden anger, his paranoia, unsettles you even more. His jaw ticks as he grits his teeth. 

“Steve,” you touch his sleeve, “please, I’m not here with the server, am I?” 

His blue eyes flick over to you. They search your face. You force a smile. 

You have to keep from wincing as he reaches for you. He frames your face with his large hand and grins, “you’re right, sweetheart.” He draws you closer. You let him. “All mine.” 

He meets your lips with his and you swallow a gasp. His nose brushes yours as he kisses you, softly, then his tongue glides over your lips. You resist for only a second then let him in. His hand slips behind your head as he locks you in. You brace his chest as he takes your breath away. 

“Ahem,” the server clears his throat. 

You rip away from Steve as he snickers. He wipes his mouth shamelessly as you shrink down in embarrassment. The server uncorks the bottle with a pop, his smile effortlessly hiding all judgment. He’s probably honed against all types of customers. 

He pours the bubbly and leaves the bottle. You watch him go and squirm. Steve sits up and takes his glass, “what’sa matter, sweetheart?” 

“N-nothing, I don’t-- I don’t usually do that... in public,” you sniff. 

He laughs again, “I know, you’re a good girl.” He hovers his glass. You take yours and he clinks his against it, “to us.” 

“To... us.” You echo softly. 

You drink as he does, mirroring him. It’s sweet and bubbly. He sets the glass down and reaches for the bottle. He grips it and drags it closer. 

“Only one for me, since I’m driving, so help yourself,” he says. “You deserve it. A nice night to let go.” 

“Oh, I...” you stare at the dark glass. Why did he order the whole bottle? 

He slaps his hand on your thigh and you squeak. Your hand falls over his instinctively. You look at him and lick the moisture from your lips. He growls and kneads your flesh. 

“Sweetheart,” he rasps. “Aren’t you happy? I’m here.” 

Your eyes dart back and forth, “yes, I’m happy.” 

He pushes his shoulders back and his cheek dimples, he shifts on the cushion. His other hand tugs at the top of his belt. 

“Not gonna lie, gonna be hard to hold out all night,” he smirks. “Six years...” 

You blink at him. You won’t look down. That’s too much. 

“You gonna be nice to me?” He leans in to nuzzle your cheek, tickling the back of your neck so you shiver. “Huh? I’m so pent up, baby, you gotta take it easy on me.” 

You shudder and ball your hand up tightly. Your stomach is roaring but not from hunger. The more you think about what he means, what he expects, the sicker you feel. 

“It’s been... a while for me too,” you assure him. “We can take it slow.” 

“Slow, baby?” He hums. “Oh, I don’t think I can.” 

[ghostxrose]

𝑫𝒊𝒆 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒀𝒐𝒖 | 𝑩𝒂𝒌𝒖𝒈𝒐 𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒊 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

Part One |

Summary ~ The news of you getting killed in action hurt Katsuki far worse than any villain ever could, than any villain ever has, and he’s died before. But when the details, or lack thereof, of your death reach Katsuki’s ears, there’s too many things that don’t add up. So, while avidly ignoring the concerned words of his friends telling him to grieve and try to move on, Katsuki starts his own investigation into your “death.” Where exactly this path will lead him, he isn’t sure, but he’s hoping it’s back to you.

Tags/Warnings ~ Fem!Reader, canon-typical violence, character death (kinda🤭), undercover work, angst, eventual fluff, slight themes of body/image/identity dysmorphia/derealization, shady HPSC tingz, more tags to come as the story develops..

Note ~ Hi Lovelies, it's been awhile..😅 Anywho, this is the fic from this teaser that I posted almost two months ago, heh.. Please know that I love and appreciate all of you!! Hope you all enjoy the read! <3 <3 <3

Ps, if the summary sucks, I'm sorryyy. It might be temporary because I kinda hate it, but I didn't want to give away too much🥲

“No one can know, Ms. L/N. Absolutely no contact at any point. Not with your friends. Not with your family. Not with your fiance.” The HPSC Director’s stern tone is almost as hard as the steely look in their eyes.

“I understand, Director-” You firmly assure, forcing confidence and determination to hide the fear lingering beneath.

“I should hope so. Just remember that you signed up for this willingly.” The Director cuts you off with their daunting words, something in their tone sending an unpleasant shiver of fear down your spine…

𖤛 𖤛 𖤛

“She’s gone..”

Katsuki can remember those damned words being sputtered by your stupid fiance clear as day. He remembers how he was reluctantly dragged by Kirishima to the apartment you shared with that lame-ass extra on the basis that he needed to discuss something with everyone. “Everyone” meaning the group of people that you had been friends with since UA. People that extra was only friends with because he was in a relationship with you.

“I said, she’s gone..”

Your dumb ass fiance had repeated in response to Katsuki’s disbelief-ridden question. But he still hadn’t quite understood what your fiance had meant. Where had you gone? On a mission? On a vacation? Did you run away as a means of breaking up with this extra that you had claimed you loved? Katsuki was struggling to understand why so many people around him had dissolved into tears.. Or maybe he hadn’t wanted to understand.

“-she’s dead..”

Kirishima had dumped the ice-cold reality of your fiance’s words over Katsuki with a hand on his shoulder and a teary, sympathetic look on his face. Clarity had run through him like an electric shock, and for just a moment, his normal facade had cracked. But the only person who had seen the anguish was Kirishima seconds before Katsuki shoved his best friend’s hand off his shoulder and stormed out of the apartment.

Everything had felt so surreal and suffocating, and he was panting by the time he had burst out of the main doors of the apartment complex. All he wanted was to go home to his own apartment where he could feel his feelings in private, but Kirishima had driven. So, he started walking, staring ahead blankly as the cold winter air bit at the exposed skin of his face and neck. Unfortunately, the cold had done nothing to wake Katsuki from the nightmare he had been so sure he was having.

Since that day, Katsuki has been repeatedly going through the five stages of grief. Every time he thinks he’s finally accepted that you’re gone, that feeling of something being off with this whole situation pulls at the back of his mind and sends him right back to the denial stage. He tried to talk to Kirishima, Midoriya, and Ashido about it, but they just looked at him with such pity and sadness that it made his skin crawl. He still doesn’t understand how everyone else has just accepted that you’re gone. Even your dumb fiance accepted your death without question and has moved on to a new relationship. However, the fact that the extra was able to move on so fast just makes Katsuki wonder even more just why you had ever wasted your time with that loser.

Katsuki’s therapist believes that the reason for his setbacks in the grieving process, along with his feeling of something being off, is due to the regret he feels. Regret for never telling you how he felt about you. Regret for letting you waste your time, effort, and love on some sleazebag who only ever just gave you the bare minimum. But his regret isn’t the source of this feeling sitting like a rock in his gut, at least, not in his opinion.

His suspicions started a few months after your death when he had asked your fiance for the full story behind what had happened to you. The guy told Katsuki that he was contacted by the HPSC, and they told him that you had been killed in action. That was Katsuki’s first red flag. Typically, HPSC officials would go to the home of the next of kin, and deliver the news of their loved one’s passing that way. The fact that they had called your fiance is extremely weird.

The second red flag that had been raised in Katsuki’s mind came after he had asked your fiance if anyone from the HPSC had come by to bring him in to identify your body. Your fiance had given Katsuki a strange look as he shook his head. He told Katsuki that he was only given the address to the funeral home where he had picked up your ashes. It had taken everything in Katsuki to not make a face at your fiance, he was truly astounded that someone could be so blindly trusting. Then again, the majority of the population isn’t aware of the kind of shit that the HPSC pulls in the name of “good”.

The last red flag that caught Katsuki’s attention and pushed him to believe that something was definitely off about your sudden death, he found on his own. He had stayed late at his agency, waited for everyone to leave, and spent the night in his office searching through every reported crime that had been made in the area of your patrol route from the day you supposedly died. The area you had patrolled that day has always been known for being pretty sketchy with the crime rates and villain activity there being pretty high. Even so, you were a very capable hero, it’s one of the reasons why Katsuki admired you so much. He knew that you could have handled yourself in nearly any situation.

When Katsuki had finished reading through the nearly 60 reports made that day of nothing but low-level activity in that area, it was pretty much confirmed in his mind that there was something that the HPSC was hiding. As he had sipped on what was probably his fifth coffee, he couldn’t tell if he was moving further away from or moving closer toward becoming the “string-covered-conspiracy-theory-board” guy.

𖤛 𖤛 𖤛

Sitting at his desk, Katsuki lets out a heavy sigh as he fights the urge to rub his tired eyes because he knows that’ll just irritate them further. Finishing up his written patrol report, he pushes it off to the side, mentally assuring himself that he’ll file it away properly later. He slides his keyboard closer to himself and hits the space bar to wake his computer, then types in his password when prompted. One hand shifts over to the mouse, and he opens the database program. He goes through the process of uploading a clear photo of your face, then hits the button. It’s not long before he’s zoning out while staring at the rapidly changing faces in the small window next to your photo.

He’s done this every day since his doubts about you being dead surfaced. He’s never gotten a single hit, but he can’t stop running the program. He can’t stop any of his efforts to find you because just the thought of giving up and accepting that you’re gone makes his chest feel so tight that he can’t breathe. He doesn’t care how long it’s been or how long it’ll take, you’re out there and he will find you.

Even if it has been two years.

Two. Fucking. Years.

It’s been two years since you died. Two years since your (ex)fiance held a private “Celebration of Life” for close friends and family. Two years since the HPSC announced your death to all of Japan. Two years since a public vigil was held so that the country could come together to honor your memory.

Two years since everybody so easily ate up a ridiculous lie without question.. everybody except Katsuki.

“Pretty sure your therapist suggested that you stop doing this, man..” Kaminari’s voice coming from right next to him forces Katsuki back into reality.

“Fuck off, Dunce. You don’t know shit about what my therapist says.” Katsuki growls out, shoving Kaminari away from him and into Kirishima.

“I overhear what you tell Kiri sometimes..” Kaminari admits under his breath before realizing that maybe he shouldn’t have if the death glare on Katsuki’s face is anything to go by.

Once he feels that Kaminari is properly shaken, Katsuki lets the matter go, for now, with a heavy sigh, “What are you extras even doing here? Go home.” He mutters, giving into the urge to rub his face while leaning forward and bracing his elbows against the desk.

“C’mon man, you know why we’re here.. Go get changed, then we can drive over together,” Kirishima says gently, carefully, like Katsuki is an unwilling child. It pisses Katsuki off for a multitude of reasons. The main one is that there’s a difference between acting petulant about going somewhere and refusing to attend some stupid annual dinner to honor someone who isn’t even dead.

Katsuki’s lip curls as he lets out a sigh of frustration, and he leans back in his desk chair, sending a look to Kirishima, “This shit ended in disaster last year. I don’t know why any of you thought it would be a good idea in the first place to bring a group of grieving people out to their “dead” friend’s favorite izakaya. Why try to make a tradition out of ugly crying and public intoxication? How is that ‘honoring Y/N’s memory’-”

“Jesus, dude.. maybe you would understand it if you just accepted that she’s gone already!” Kaminari snaps uncharacteristically, making Katsuki pause his rant to stare at him in shock as the electric blonde rushes out of the room.

Kirishima let out a tired sigh, watching Kaminari’s retreat before looking back to Katsuki with a not-so-subtle hint of disappointment in his eyes, “Come or don’t come, Katsuki, it’s up to you. Just don’t judge how the rest of us decide to heal.” Kirishima says quietly before walking out of the room.

Katsuki lets out a low growl through gritted teeth as he scrubs a hand over his face. He leans back in his desk chair and glares at the computer screen. Guilt bubbles in his stomach from upsetting his friends, much to his frustration. He doesn’t want to go to that stupid izakaya. He wants to stay here in his office like he does every night continuing his search for any signs of you. He watches the database program sift through faces for a moment longer before cursing softly and standing from his chair.

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[muqingslover]

here I am thinking about goofy/strange habits each lads LI have when the two of you share a bed.

Xavier

First and foremost he is getting in bed with you no matter what.

If you're on the couch then he WILL find a way to fit and snuggle with you it's like cats are liquid theory.

Xavier likes to slip his hands under your clothes to feel your warmth directly.

He'd lay his hand flat against your tummy and let his thumb gently brush the soft skin while he relaxed.

The real problem is that, in more than one occasion, you wake up with his hands on your boobs.

Be it small, medium sized or big, he doesn't care. He is not doing anything just holding them for some reason while fast asleep.

Sylus

He likes to sniff you like a dog.

Sylus will pull you close against his chest after getting in bed and then he just sniff sniff

You told him multiple times to stop that but he can't help himself. I mean, what you don't know can't hurt you, right?

He finds comfort in your scent. It's specific to you and he absolutely loves it.

Even more so after you use his bath products so you start smelling like him and that makes him feel all fuzzy.

He will nibble on you like you're his personal chew toy. Don't freak out when you find red spots and teeth marks all over your skin the next day.

At times you may also find yourself being crushed to death by his very large and very heavy body. Don't worry though, just tap him a few times and he'll roll off of you.

In conclusion, Sylus is a very big dog with wings.

Caleb

This guy has a HANDFUL of bad habits like I could make a post just for him.

One of them is that he watches you sleep. And I mean watch.

The entire time he's so focused on your slumbering form that you'd think he was watching the most entertaining TV show in the world.

You have mini heart attacks whenever you wake up in the middle of the night and see him just....looming over you like a sleep paralysis demon.

You definitely socked him in the face by reflex once or twice. He's fine, he dodged it anyway.

It's not nearly as bad as to when the neighbors came to check in after you screamed bloody murder.

Additionally, Caleb takes pictures of you and has you losing hairs because he refuses to delete them

"Oh c'mon! You look sooo cute!"

Do yourself a favor and dose his drink so he'll leave you alone for the night./hj

Rafayel

This guy is the worst roommate ever.

Just kidding I love him.

He is very annoying though because his bad habit is to wake you up.

If he can't sleep then he's making it everybody's problem, including you.

He will hold your nose or be purposely loud so you wake up and then give him you the most fake nonchalant "Oh, did I disturb your afternoon nap?" "...It's 2 in the morning." "Well, since we're both awake now anyway—"

Literally not a single peaceful night of sleep unless he's asleep as well. It's like having a toddler.

My suggestion? Lock him in the bathroom while he's in the bathtub and enjoy your beauty sleep. You have at least four hours before he notices.

Zayne

He has no bad habits.

He will let you sleep as he should and just makes sure you're tucked in and comfortable. Top tier gentleman.

If I was to pick one is the fact he sleeps like a statue and scares the life out of you because of how stiff he is.

He sleeps on his back like a mummy and doesn't move at all throughout the night.

It's similar to when cats fall deep asleep and you can't wake them up so you think they're dead.

Just make sure he's breathing and bring him in to cuddle and everything's gonna be fine.

[judesmoonbeauty]

Lover's Contract: Jude Jazza - Premium END

This is a fan translation only. Please expect grammatical errors and translation inaccuracies. This is a full translation. Creative liberties are taken for characterization and smoother translation process. Cybird owns everything. Re-blogs are appreciated, but please do not post my translation elsewhere. Thank you for your support! ☾.

The steamboat’s whistle vibrates into the late night air.

Carrying the target couple, the boat leaves the harbor.

Eventually, the outline of the ship, illuminated by the lights, disappears into the foggy darkness.

Kate: The boat’s gone.

Jude: Let’s head back.

As soon as we observed the elopement, Jude flipped his coat and turned his back to the sea.

Kate: …..Was this a punishment?

I muttered as I gazed out at the sea, only for amethyst eyes to look back at me.

Jude: Dunno.

Jude: Kinda people d’ya think they are?

After observing them I noticed —  How they held their glasses with sophistication, and the way they spoke and laughed with elegance.

(Even observing their confident demeanor, poise and mannerisms…..)

Kate: Those two….are likely nobles of very high social standing.

Kate: They didn't seem servile at all, and looked like people who grew up loved by their families.

Kate: I hate to say this, but there was such a sublime air about them that it’s hard to believe that they’d commit infidelity…..

Jude: Seems like yer eyes ain’t so rotten that they’re blind.

Jude: Right then, let’s suppose yer assumption’s spot-on.

Jude: Whatsit mean fer ‘em to abandon their homeland?

(If those two are who I imagine them to be —)

Abandoning their beloved families and hometowns would be an extremely heavy, and painful punishment for the two of them.

(In return for hurting their families and choosing love, they must abandon their hometowns.)

That’s the crime and punishment they committed.

Kate:….Those two only have each other now.

When I think about how they tossed away everything, and boarded the boat with only the clothes on their backs, my heart swells.

Jude: Plus, it’s easier bumpin’ people off from such respectable families abroad.

Jude: Don’t matter how they die, s’gonna be ruled an accident.

Kate: WHAT, isn’t giving up their homes the punishment?! Don’t say something so dreadful….

Jude: Huh? Weren’t ya wonderin’ if it was a punishment?

Jude: So, I just came up with the plausible endin’.

Jude: But even after I toldja, ya still complained. Yer bein’ too selfish, Princess.

Jude grumbles and starts walking.

Kate: Ah, please don��t leave me behind.

He glanced at me as I quickly stand next to him.

Jude: Ya can stay the night ‘n ponder alone.

T/l note at the bottom due to length.

Kate: I’ll go back with you.

Jude: With me, ya wanna be with me that bad?

Kate: Um, well…I like being with you.

I feel flustered hearing something like that out of the blue.

Jude: Speakin’ of, ya said “We’re together because we can’t completely fill the emptiness”.

(That’s what I said when I was consoling the woman target…!)

Kate: H-How do you know that, Jude?!

Jude: Yer so loud. Obviously, I was listenin’.

Kate: You were listening?! S-Since when?

Jude: That guy still had feelin’s fer her, so I went t’go get ‘er, he bawled ‘n begged.

Jude: Then ya were havin’ some drawn out chit chat on the balcony.

Jude: So, whose line’s that? I read all the scripts when I was investigatin’ the theater troupe fer the mission the other day.

Jude: That line, “Love is something you can’t get enough of, it’s also something you can’t give enough of.”

Jude: Don’t remember seein’ it.

(Yeahhh….that look, this means he knows everything.)

Kate: Just like you said Jude, those lines being from a play is a lie.

(If he knows, there’s no point in hiding it anymore.)

Love is something you can’t get enough of, it’s also something you can’t give enough of.

Those words -

Kate: I was just ad-libbing…..or rather, my feelings were spilling out for you, Jude.

Jude and I gaze into each other’s eyes, we touch each other, and repeatedly share our body’s heat.

Each time we do, I feel my heart filling with love.

But at the same time, my feelings for Jude grow more intense with each passing day —

(I could no longer say that loving you or receiving your love was "enough".)

Kate: I became greedy, after experiencing your love.

Kate: I want to love you even more. Jude, I lov—

The unfinished words melted between overlapping lips.

Jude: What’s this switchin’ back to bein’ a girlfriend without permission. Yer my lover ‘til the mission’s done.

Kate: But the targets are sailing on the ship, so the mission’s basically over…..

Jude: Ya don’t get it.

Jude’s eyes flicker alluringly as he gets closer.

Jude: Ain’t no way I can letcha go back lookin’ like that.

Kate: Looking like what….?

Jude: Like a woman in heat. Yer lil heads filled with unspeakable thin’s, ‘n what’s with all the questions?

Jude: If yer tryin’ to cover up yer perverseness, yer wastin’ yer time.

Jude: I know better than anyone, just how much ya want it.

The instant the whisper falls into the soft spot of my heart, it gets excited and pounds loudly…..

Kate: …..Mmn, haa.

His hand reaches the back of my head and firmly pulls me in.

— Only Jude and I are aware of the echoing sounds that lost in crashing waves.

[Event Master List] [Epilogue]

Translation Note: Jude uses "tasogare," meaning 'Twilight'. In archaic Japanese, it literally means "Who's there," and it was used back then because it was hard to tell who was who in the dusk. So, they'd say "tasogare" or "who's there". I thought the etiology was pretty cool. However, it's also a colloquial term used for those who spend the twilight/nighttime to think in depth. So, I decided to translate it this way.

It's so cute how Kate is learning to read people like Jude does, I love that so much!

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[coquitokisses]

Oh, baby! | Dean Winchester

Pairings: Dean Winchester x female!reader

Summary: reader had a one night stand with Dean and they find out she’s pregnant

Word count: 1.4k

A/n: I gotta be honest, this is from a fanfic lmao, which is supposed to be a crossover of Teen Wolf and Supernatural, but I haven’t published it yet and I’ve been wanting to write something about Dean for a whileee so I decided to just edit this lil thing I had and post it here cuz why not?

“Hey, Cas, you’re back.” You smile sweetly at him once you saw him as you made your way to the library to help Sam with research

“Hi, y/n.” He replied with a small smile that soon turned into a confused frown

You noticed. “Everything okay?”

“How do you feel?” He asks

“I’m fine.” You replied, not understanding his sudden worry

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, Cas, why? What’s wrong?” You questioned feeling a little alarmed by the way he was asking

“It’s just that I feel another presence.” He said

“Another presence?” Sam took his eyes off the laptop to look at Castiel

“What do you mean another presence?” Dean’s voice was soon heard throughout the library

“Is it bad?” You ask

“No,” Castiel shook his head. “It’s inside you.”

“Inside me?!” You were so confused right now “But what is it? Is it bad?”

“Is she okay?” Sam asked somewhat worried after hearing Castiel’s words

“She’s fine,” he replied and then looked at you “Can I?” he raised his hand

You nodded giving him permission to do whatever he had to do. Castiel put a hand on your forehead and then began to lower it down your body, but without actually touching it, until it reached your belly.

“Can I?” he looked at you, you just nodded

He placed his hand on your belly and that’s when he realized what was the presence he was feeling.

“It’s a baby,” he said, removing his hand

You almost choked. “I’m sorry, WHAT?!”

“A.. baby?” Sam was dumbfounded

“Wait, wait, are you sure?” Dean looked at Castiel

“Very sure,” the angel nodded

“It can’t be...” you put one of you hands on you chest. “Oh my God..”

“Are you really sure?” Dean asked again

“Yes, Dean, I am one hundred percent sure that I feel a baby’s presence.” Castiel snapped back

“This isn’t happening.” Dean ran his hands over his face “This is.. this is simply not happening.”

“Please don’t tell me you guys…” Sam looked at you both

“Sam, just shut up for a minute, okay?” Dean replied

“I- I need to get some air.” You muttered as you walked backwards like three steps and then turned around heading to the stairs

“Y/n wait!” Sam called out but you ignored him

You got out of the bunker and you took a deep breath trying to calm yourself down and not have a panic attack.

“This can’t be real..” you murmured to yourself

You raised your hands to your belly and you’re just standing there in shock.

Of course you wanted a family, but you knew that it was probably not going to happen due to the fact that you’re a hunter and you’ve been hunting basically your whole life. You knew how your life was gonna end. And you made your peace with that. Kinda.

Worst thing about all of this is the fact that Dean is the one who got you pregnant. You two used to hate each other, but throughout the years, you’ve learned to tolerate each other and well, you’ve basically been working with them since they had to deal with the angels pretty much.

He’s always had a crush on you and you knew it, but it wasn’t really that serious. He usually just flirted with you and most of the time you just ignored him.

Until a few weeks ago, while you guys were finishing up a case that Sam decided to let you two handle so you could work on your communication and your anger issues, because the week before that, you have to admit that you were both butting heads every five minutes, and it was driving Sam insane. So he sent you both to deal with a shapeshifter case in Wyoming and with a little assignment to work on your issues and stop behaving like kids. His words.

And you did worked your issues out. You just didn’t think it was gonna be by having sex, but hey, you weren’t complaining at all. He was perfect. And it was the best night you’ve ever had in a while.

And here are the results of that hook up.

It’s clear to say that neither of you are prepared, mentally nor physically prepared to have a kid.

And besides, how were you gonna raise a kid together if you can’t even get along for more than two days?

You got on your car and decided to go for a ride, just to clear your head. And while you were at it, you bought like two boxes of pregnancy tests just to be one thousand percent sure and because you would believe it more once you see it yourself.

You got something to eat after that and decided to use the bathroom at a gas station so you could take the pregnancy tests.

While you waited on the results, you were walking around in the small bathroom, thinking what the hell you were gonna do.

After a few minutes of talking to yourself internally, you decided to take a look at the four pregnancy tests.

“Oh god..” you muttered under your breath seeing the plus sign on the tests

(…)

After a while of just driving around, you finally decided to get back to the bunker. Once you open the door, Dean’s head turned to look at you immediately.

“Where were you?” He asked, leaving the book he was reading on the table

“I was getting rid of the little creature,” you replied

“Y/n.” Dean gave your a stern look

“I’m kidding.” You rolled your eyes. “I went for a ride and to get something to eat, anything else you want to know?”

You walked to where he was and put your hand inside the pocket of your jacket.

“In case you thought Castiel was lying...” you took the pregnancy tests out of your jacket pocket and placed them on the table. “It’s quite real.”

Dean looked at the tests in front of him realizing that this was really happening. He did believe Cas, but seeing the positive pregnancy tests, definitely made his mind finally fall into the acceptance that this was real. Very real.

Dean sighed. “Look, I know you’re not completely happy with this situation, believe me, I’m not either, but..-

“But we already did it and now we have to take responsibility, I know,” you said taking off your jacket “What I’m still trying to figure out is how you and I are going to raise a baby”

“I don’t know either.” He sighed

“This wasn’t supposed to happen” you pulled out a chair so you could sit and then you brought your hands to you face

“I know...” Dean said in a soft voice and leaned a little so he could look at you. “Hey,” he gently took you by the wrists, removing your hands from your face. “You’re not going to be alone, I’m not going for a pack of cigarettes and never come back.”

That made you laugh a little. “I know you won’t.”

“I’m just.. scared.” He admitted “Scared to raise a kid, scared that I might turn out like my dad and I don’t want that..”

“You’re not going to be like your father, Dean.” You said softly “And I’m scared too, like, I’m gonna be carrying a baby inside of me for the next nine months, I’m terrified that I won’t be a good mom.”

“I’m pretty sure you’re going to be an amazing mom.”

You smiled a little. “That’s kinda comforting.”

“I think we can make it work if we make the effort.”

“We hate each other.” You roll your eyes

He scoffs. “Speak for yourself, I don’t hate you, sweetheart, like, at all.”

You chuckle. “Don’t lie to yourself, you only wanted to get in my pants.” You joked

“Well yeah, but I don’t hate you.” He shrugged

“I don’t hate you either, you’re just.. very annoying.” You said

“You are too.”

You roll your eyes. “Right.”

“In all seriousness,” he started saying “I think we should give it a try.” He looked into your eyes “And you know, we would also be getting out of this life and finally getting a normal one.”

“That does sound nice.” You nodded

“It’s up to you, babe.” He said

You could see in his eyes that he was dead serious about this. He wanted this. He wanted to give it a try with you.

And after a few seconds of thinking, you finally responded.

“Let’s do it then.” You said and he smiled “But we’re not getting married.”

“I’m fine with that.” He said with a shrug which made you smile

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Do you think that Luka has a hard time understanding and/or feeling remorse for his actions if they don’t directly affect him, and do you think this is why he lacked a reaction at Hyun Woo’s death? Your post about him being horrified by killing his clones when he really wanted to set them free was great, and that, along with him also being horrified at Hyuna’s death, has me wondering this. But Luka seemed to genuinely see Hyun Woo as his friend even though they weren’t as close towards the end, but maybe they had drifted far enough apart in Luka's mind that he didn’t really associate himself with Hyun Woo at that point? What do you think?

[Referencing this post]

I actually have a longer post in the works about how the dead clones scene fits into the bigger picture and why I think it'd basically set everything else in motion, including what happened with Hyun Woo. But I can try to respond with some of the main points here!

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Why did Luka lack a reaction to Hyun Woo's death, unlike with the clones and Hyuna?

But that's exactly it isn't it? Those two events bookend all of the times inbetween where Luka doesn't seem to care.

The scene with the clones is significant because it's the first time.

The scene with Hyuna is significant because it happened to Hyuna, and as I will get into further down, Hyuna fulfills a specific role for him.

What happened to the dead clones utterly broke his will and Luka chose to cope with that by completely withdrawing into himself, essentially committing to a form of escapism or dissociation.

In your dreams, you'll run and play

In paradise

— Wiege

I think after the clones incident, he basically just started blocking out everything that involves him processing death and loss.

That's where Hyuna comes in.

Hyuna is his escapism.

[Made a post breaking down the events with Hyun Woo here]

What changed with Luka and Hyun Woo wasn't that they drifted apart so Luka didn't care about him enough to be affected by his death.

What changed was that after the clones died, Luka threw away a reality he couldn't cope with to drown himself in Hyuna and only Hyuna.

In other words, he didn't react to Hyun Woo's death because it's part of the reality he's denying. He's (perhaps subconsciously) not allowing himself to acknowledge it or process it.

But he can't do that with Hyuna.

If Hyuna is his way of escaping from reality, where is he supposed to go, to escape to, when she's the one dying?

Despite the blood that follows him, Hyuna is the probably first time he's been forced to confront death since that very first scene with the clones.

Do you think Luka has a hard time understanding/or feeling remorse for his actions if they don't directly affect him?

There are strong implications that come with the fact that Hyuna told Luka to forgive himself.

It means he hasn't forgiven himself.

He keeps running away from what happened, and what's happening, because he isn't able to and won't be able to forgive himself for what he's done.

By not acknowledging the present and not processing the deaths that follow him, he essentially side-steps the problem.

He doesn't have to confront the guilt, shame, internal struggles, or the question of forgiveness... if it had never happened, right?

(To be clear he does know that people have died, whether that be Hyun Woo or the Alien Stage contestants he went up against.)

(However knowing something and processing something are two different things and I suspect he's mentally blocking himself from doing the latter.)

The dead clones incident can only affect him so deeply because he does have the inherent capacity for compassion.

But the world of Alien Stage is not kind to those with compassion. So he throws it away.

The post-Round 7 interview states that Luka looks down on Mizi and co for getting swept up in their emotions.

Luka likely dismisses this as foolishness by simply avoiding it.

— Post Round 7 Q&A, Patreon

Yeah, he does. I mean he basically dialed up that avoidance to 100.

Vivimeng describe Mizi and co as "strong individuals who, in a space that seems inhumane, seek to connect by loving others."

And that's absolutely true. They really are brave individuals for daring to care when it will only hurt more if they do.

At the same time it's understandable that Luka chose to turn away from that.

At a young age, he's already been shown, quite brutally, what happens if you care.

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Thanks for the ask, anon! I ended up connecting even more dots while writing this up lol

[dailylcy]

A DIFFERENT EQUATION - an anton lee oneshot

이찬영 “ ”the right side of my neck, still smells like you”

⊹₊⟡⋆ pairing. nerd!anton x popular girl!reader MINORS DNI

genre. smut 𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀 word count. 1.4k — a/n. first post of best month of the year!! ( bini seokie n toni bday month ) :3 ( also this is my first time writing smut pls forgive if its not that good i tried my best ) playlist i listened to while writing. playlist

synopsis. Anton Lee is a quiet genius, he’s probably more comfortable with equations than people — until the popular girl from his math class asks him for tutoring. What starts as a study session quickly turns into something else, proving that even the shyest nerds know how to take control.

warnings. unprotected sex‎ ( dont!! ), anton got a size kink, fingering in semi public ? tell me if i missed anything

the library was quiet, all you could hear was the faint rustle of pages and the occasional cough echoing through the room. Anton Lee —also known as Lee Chanyoung to those who cared enough — sat next to a table at the back, his nose buried in a thick calculus textbook. His dark hair fell messily over his forehead, the part you couldn’t see was beneath the hood of his oversized gray sweatshirt. glasses on his nose, slipping slightly as he scribbled equations in his notebook, his long, slender fingers moving with precision. He wore loose black jeans, the ends brushing against his sneakers, and a faint flush colored his cheeks from the hot air. At 6’2, he towered over most people when standing, but seated like this, he seemed almost normal — a nerd in his natural state .

The faint scent of old books and polished wood filled the space, the late afternoon sun streaming through tall windows and casting golden streaks across the floor. Anton barely even noticed the world around him, lost in numbers and formulas, until a shadow fell over his page. He glanced up, and nearly dropped his pencil. it was you, the popular girl everyone whispered about since you joined — confident, smiley, and completely out of his league. Your hair was styled in loose waves, framing your face, and you wore a fitted crop top that hugged your curves, paired with a short pleated skirt that moved a little everytime you shifted your weight. The faint shimmer of lipgloss caught the light, and your presence always carried a subtle floral scent that cut through the musty library air.

“Hey, Anton” you said, your voice smooth and casual, like you hadn’t just flipped his entire world upside down by knowing his name. You leaned against the table, your hip brushing the edge of it, and he swallowed hard, his eyes darting to where your skirt rode up slightly, revealing some of your thigh. “I heard you’re like, a genius at math. and I’m totallyyyy failing calculus, so I thought I could use some help. You free?”

Anton’s mouth went dry. He pushed his glasses up, stuttering, he said “Uh, y-yeah, I mean, sure. I can help, I will help you.” His gaze lingered on you, your size difference even more apparent now that you were so close — he could see the way your body curved close up, how small you looked compared to him, and it sparked something deep in his chest. It was his kink that he’d never admit out loud, but it was there.

You slid into the chair beside him, scooting close enough that your knee brushed his under the table. “Great” you said, pulling out your textbook and flipping it open. “Let’s start with this chapter. I don’t get any of it!” Your tone was light, but there was something in your eyes that made his stomach twist.

He nodded, trying to focus as he Explained derivatives to you, his voice soft as always. But then your hand rested on his thigh — just a light touch at first, fingers brushing over the fabric of his jeans. He froze mid-sentence, his breath hitching. “Keep going” you whispered, your lips curving into a smirk as your hand slid higher, teasing him slowly. Anton’s heart pounding, his composure cracking as heat flooded his system. He glanced around — nobody was near you two, the stacks of books shielding you both from view — and then back at you, your gaze locked on his, daring him.

His hand trembled as it found your knee, sliding up your bare thigh until his fingers brushed the hem of your skirt. You didn’t flinch, not even once, instead, you parted your legs slightly, like an invitation he couldn’t ignore. “You’re gonna get us caught” he whispered, voice rougher than he intended, but he didn’t stop. His fingers slipped under your skirt, tracing the edge of your panties before pushing them aside. You were already wet, and he bit his lip hard to stifle a groan as he slid one finger inside you, then two, amazed at how tight you felt around him.

Your breath hitched, but you masked it with a cough, leaning forward as if studying the book. Anton’s free hand gripped the table’s edge, his knuckles white, while his other hand worked you slowly, his thumb circling around your clit with a precision that mirrored his math skills. The contrast drove him wild — your small frame squirming against his big one, the way you fit so perfectly around his fingers. “Anton” you whispered, voice shaky, “faster.” He listened immediately, his movements growing more intense, the slick sound barely audible over the library’s hum. Your hand clamped over your mouth as you came, thighs trembling, and he watched your face, mesmerized, as you unraveled for him.

“C’mon” he muttered, pulling his hand back and wiping it discreetly on his jeans. “My dorm. Now.” His tone left no room for argument, the shy nerd was now replaced by something hungrier. You nodded, grabbing your bag, and followed him out, panties full with your own release. the air between you filling with unspoken need.

Anton’s dorm was a small, cluttered space on the third floor of the campus residence hall. Posters of rock bands and a periodic table all over the walls, books stacked neatly on the desk. The bed was unmade, sheets tangled, and the faint scent of his cologne — something woody and clean — He locked the door behind you, turning to face you with a look that made your knees weak. That nerdy boy from your math class was long gone ; this Anton was all sharp with quiet intensity, where was he hiding all this?

He stepped closer, towering over you, and cupped your face with his hands -that you thought were bigger than your head- “You’re so fucking small” he muttered, almost to himself, his thumb brushing your lower lip. Then he kissed you — hard, messy, all teeth and tongue, like he’d been starving for it. You stumbled back toward the bed, and he followed your steps, taking off his sweatshirt to reveal a broad frame, his t-shirt clinging to his biceps.

He pushed you onto the mattress, climbing over you, his weight pressing you down as he yanked your skirt up and panties off in one swift move. “Been thinking about this, for so damn long” he admitted, voice low, undoing his jeans buttons with shaky hands. His cock sprang free—thick, veiny, and intimidatingly long — and you gasped softly, feeding that size kink he couldn’t hide. He didn’t bother with a condom, neither of you cared right then.

Anton lined himself up, the tip brushing your soaked entrance, and started thrusting into you, groaning loud as your pussy clenched around him. “Fuck, you’re so tight for me” he said, hands gripping your waist hard enough to bruise. He set a brutal pace, fastening it each time he thrusted into you, the bed creaking under his force. Your legs wrapped around his waist, but he still loomed over you, his broad shoulders and height making you feel tiny, helpless beneath him.

Sweat showed on his forehead as he fucked you stupid — your moans turning into broken gasps, eyes rolling back as he hit every spot inside you. His glasses fogged up, slipping down his nose, and he took them off, tossing them aside without breaking sounds. “So good for me huh?” he panted, one hand sliding up to squeeze your breast through your top, the other pinning your wrist above your head. The room filled with the sounds of his heavy breathing and your whimpers.

He pulled out suddenly, flipping you onto your tummy, and yanked you up before slamming back in. “Look at you” he growled, “taking me like this.” His hand fisted your hair, tugging just enough to make you arch, and the new angle had you seeing stars. Cum dripped down your thighs — his and yours mixing in a sticky mess as he chased his release, fucking you through the overstimulation until he came spilling inside you with a choked moan. Thick ropes of cum coated your walls, some leaking out as he slowed, his chest heaving.

Anton collapsed beside you, both of you breathless, the thick air filled with sweat and sex. He glanced over, a shy smile tugging at his lips despite everything, and he muttered a “Uh… you okay?” The nerd was back, but the glint in his eye said he’d do it again in a heartbeat.

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I’m SO in love with your Dick x Wally x male Thanagarian reader HCs! I’ve read through them multiple times, and they’re stuck in my head 🥰🥰💖💖💖

I wasn’t the one who requested it, but would I be able to ask for more from them, with a mix of SFW and NSFW HCs? 🙏

Dick Grayson x Wally West x Thanagarian male reader

Headcanons

I’ve been stressing about my job situation since I quit my internship, as I still need an income, and all job postings around here I can do start in April. So, like any healthy person, im ignoring these feelings by writing.

You guys dating wouldn’t change too many things, as you guys were already close and spent a lot of time together. You guys become a lot more affectionate, which is new for you but not for Dick and Wally as they had already been dating for a long time.

They plan most of the dates in the beginning, as you are still trying to figure out what would work for your human lovers. Thanagar has different traditions and habits, so humans being so lax and creative is new even after this long.

Dick and Wally are both giddy when you decide to plan a date all on your own. You end up stressing yourself way too much, wanting it to be perfect, that you get help from some of the other titans.

I think your boyfriends would be happy with anything, even just going to your hideout and sitting around eating pizza and watching a movie. But seeing all the effort you put into it makes them happy.

On your guys one year anniversary, you give them rings made out of nth metal, possibly even made from small pieces of your wings, so you are always with them in one way or another.

This makes Wally and Dick both pout as they now think their gifts arent good enough. Of course, you don’t think so, anything they’ll give you is good, but they want to do something as meaningful as you did.

Expect something personal and sweet in the coming days. It doesn’t have to be expensive or anything, but its something that means something to all of you. You just feel flustered about it, but accept the pampering.

They of course don’t go beyond your boundaries, something you return as well, since you love your boyfriends as much as you can and they love you in return.

You don’t have any family on earth, there’s Carter and Shayera, but they aren’t really your family and you guys have different values. Luckily for you, your boyfriends have active families. It takes longer for the bats to welcome you, but at this point you’ve been on earth long enough to be trusted.

When it comes to the bedroom, Wally and Dick are much more comfortable than you are in the beginning. They already know each other inside and out, literally, and the first times you feel almost like an outsider.

They obviously don’t allow you to feel left out, and the first times you guys sleep together is a lot of just learning each other, figuring out what feels good and what you are all comfortable with.

I like to think Wally asks about you wearing your wings at least once when you guys are doing it, and you counter it by saying he should keep the flash suit on then. You hadn’t expected him to do it, but he does. Dick ends up doing it too, wearing the Nightwing suit. And who wouldn’t love that.

It lets you live out a couple of fantasies you’ve always had but never allowed yourself to indulge in, since you didn’t want to disrespect your friends and their relationship.

It’s pretty lethal to not have just one boyfriend with a lot of energy, but two. And one of those boyfriends has little to no rest between rounds. I could imagine Dick jokes about how its good that you came along, so you can switch out who’s fucking Wally so the other can rest.

They both love hickeys and you leaving them on them, since the whole being marked by you gets their blood pumping. They both love leaving them just as much though, so you end up starting to wear a high-collar outfit when you go out as your crime fighting persona.

It can be hard to find time where all three of you can spend personal time together. Theres always something going on in your personal cities, so there is a lot of one on one time. But I can imagine you guys make a habit out of calling whoever isn’t there, and letting them listen through their earpiece, if possible.

It gets kinda awkward for Dick a couple of times where the other bats, mostly Babs, checks in on his comms, only to hear Wallys needy gasping and whimpering and your deeper grunts and groans, as you describe in crude detail what you are doing to your shared boyfriend.

Babs might even be a bit impressed that Dick can keep up with his usual flips and kicks, taking out criminals like usual, and not letting what hes hearing distract him.

When he finally finishes up and gets back to wherever you guys are, Dick would dive right in, even if you and Wally had already washed up and were cuddling.

Luckily Wally is always raring to go, and it’s easy to get you worked up, just watching and listening to them. At the end of the night/early morning everyone is satisfied and happy, even if Wally has to be the one doing all the cleaning and morning cooking.