#BECAUSE THIS'LL GET WRITTEN

[strangersteddierthings]

Jealousy Looks Different On You

Title wonderfully suggested by @shoujo-wizard! Thanks so much because I was struggling to title this.

[Part One] ✨ [Part Two] ✨ [You Are Here] ✨ [Final Part]

It is not often in Eddie's life that he's left without words. So rare it is that Eddie can remember them all and tally them on one hand.

The first was when his mom died. He was so at a loss for words that he didn't speak for over a month, too lost in grief. And looking back on it older and wiser, a little bit was him knowing that it wouldn't have mattered if he'd spoke, his dad wasn't around to answer.

The second was when Wayne got The Call from his dad, when Wayne had to tell Eddie that he was going to be moving in with him permanently. That his dad wasn't coming back 'round for a long time.

The third was the first time a guy kissed him. Eddie was eighteen and had just learned he wasn't going to graduate the first time. He'd gone to Indy, ending up in gay bar that clocked his fake ID and wouldn't sell him alcohol but did let him in so he could be surrounded by other queers for the first time in his life. Eddie'd ended up in conversation with a guy old enough to drink and when he'd kissed Eddie there were no words, just a surprised gasp and then more kissing.

The fourth time (and this one is arguable due to him being in shock) was when Steve, Dustin, Robin, and Max had found him in the boathouse. It had taken him a while to find his voice before he could answer Dustin and learn that monsters are real.

So, Eddie is not left speechless often. Eddie's usual response is to get defensive, loud, or angry. Sometimes (most times) all three. He'd been rapidly approaching loud and angry until Steve shut him up with a quick list of how exactly Eddie fucked up.

Fucked up before he'd even had a real chance.

God damn him and his stupid fucking mouth! If he could go back and slap 21-year-old him in the back of the head, he would. He'd smack him good and then grab his shoulders and shaking him while screaming for him to shut up shut up shut up you are ruining your chances with Steve, and you don't even know it!

He can't go back, though. He can't unsay and unsay and unsay all the stupid, useless bullshit he's spewed over the years trying to throw Steve off course. Because that's what he was doing. Time and time again, finding guys who looked nothing like Steve to get his rocks off with, waxing lyrical about the ideal partner for him being as far from Steve as possible.

Eddie knows that's what he was doing because he stopped talking about it all so much when Steve, quiet and hesitant and shy for the first time ever since Eddie's known him, had come out to him. He wouldn't make eye contact, instead telling the wall behind Eddie 'I, uh, I've been learning new things every day, living here with you and Robin, and I. I, uh, I've learned new things about myself, too. Things that I think were... were always there but I was scared to look at for too long. But, um, because of you and Robin, I don't think I'm scared anymore,' and then Steve looked him right in the eye and said, 'I'm queer, too. I like girls, still, but also guys.'

God. Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck, that should have given it away! That Steve, nervous and fucking shy had made eye contact with him to come out. Like it was important that Eddie hear it and know it. And Eddie...

Jesus fuck, all his stupid, idiot, dumb-as-fuck past self had done was nod and say 'cool' before promptly changing the subject. At the time, Eddie had written off the look on Steve's face as Eddie bombing the Supportive Friend Response but now he sees it clearly for what it was.

Is.

Eddie breaking Steve's heart for the first time. Instead of giving any indication of liking Steve, Eddie'd all but solidified to him how disinterested Steve already thought Eddie was. Steve had said 'I like girls, still, but also guys' and only now can Eddie see that Steve meant 'I like girls, still, but also you.'

Eddie can see it all with this new knowledge adding perspective. Eddie had dug his own grave trying to hide how in love with Steve he was that he dug too far. So far that it worked. Why would Steve bother to tell Eddie he loved him when all Eddie had done was tattoo a clear and plain 'You aren't what I want and never will be' right across Steve's heart.

And now...

Now Eddie's sitting on a couch that used to be theirs. Could still be theirs if Eddie wasn't such a fucking coward all those years ago.

Instead, what is really happening is he's sitting on Steve's couch, crying silently, as he mourns what they could have been, should have been. And Steve's still standing before him, looking all the more uncertain and worried the longer Eddie's silent.

It takes all of Eddie's willpower to open his mouth and force out words. "I'm so fucking sorry, Steve. I-I'm so sorry."

Steve's brows scrunch, the space between them furrowing, and Eddie is struck with the same desire he always has when Steve's face does that. He wants to reach out and sooth it with his thumb, kiss it away.

"I should have- should've been more honest," Eddie says and his words feel as hollow as the tone of his voice. "You're right. I should have said something. Shit, I've basically spent our entire friendship sprouting lies so you wouldn't see the truth and it's fucked it all up."

Steve frowns at him, hands clenching and unclenching at his sides but he doesn't speak. In fact, he hasn't said much at all. His one rant was short but succinct and even though Eddie wants to hear his voice, wants Steve to sooth his guilt by accepting Eddie's apology, he knows it's too soon.

How can he possibly expect Steve to tell him he's forgiven when he's been unintentionally hurting him for at least five years?

Eddie looks down to his shoes and finally finds the strength to lift his hands, to wipe away the tears that streak down his cheeks. He shoves the heel of his palms into his eyes, taking a deep breath in and letting his hands drop as he breaths out. Once he feels a bit more put together, he looks back up at Steve, who is still standing awkwardly in his own living room, looking unsure.

"Have I been... hurting you this whole time?" Eddie asks, even though he's sure of the answer and hates himself for it.

"Yes," Steve says slowly, "and no. It's not that simple. I knew I wasn't what you wanted, it's not like you... strung me along or promised me anything. I hurt myself wanting you, but I couldn't stop."

Eddie lets out a whimpering sound. "No! Don't you get it? That's not- Steve, you are the one I wanted, want, more than anything else."

Steve's face twists again, angry and hurt.

Eddie rushes to continue. "I know it doesn't seem like it. I know. Because I hid it, Steve. I hid it so well that you believed the lies. That you believe what I wanted was everything you," Eddie's throat fills thick and it's hard to speak but he has to say the words, even though he hates the thought; hates that Steve thought it, "was everything you weren't and that's a lie."

Steve scoffs, a quiet and angry thing. "I don't know if you remember but we lived in this apartment together for eight years. Eight years of having to hear just how much you wanted whatever the guy of the week was giving you. These walls are thin."

Eddie does remember. Of course he does. The glares Robin would shoot him for disrupting her sleep and how Steve would rib him about having a fun night. He also remembers the change that came once Steve had come out to them. How Robin's glares turned from annoyance to actual anger. How Steve stopped teasing him and never met his eye the mornings after.

"I do enjoy kink," Eddie clarifies, because it's true, "particularly BDSM. But Steve, please, you have to believe me. I'd give it all up if it meant having you."

Steve sighs, like Eddie's said the exact thing he thought he would and wishes he hadn't. "I believe that you believe that."

God, Eddie's really, really, fucked this up. "I do believe that! What is all of, of that," he waves his hand in the air, a need to move something but unable to stand from the couch that could have still been theirs, "compared to you? The person I trust more than anyone else in the world? The person I'll never have to hide the occasional nightmare from because you already understand? Who knows all there is to know about me and still-" he skips over his words here, fearful that the truth might have changed between the bar and here, "-still loves me anyway?"

He watches Steve' Adams apple bob as he swallows before speaking. "I'll always love you, Eddie. That will never be the issue. It's just... what if love's not enough?"

And now, Eddie pleads, "but what if it is?"

-

For the timeline here, since I know have decided on one is this: Season 4 happened but Eddie lived and was cleared of charges but still had to get outta Hawkins ASAP. Steve, Robin, and Eddie shared an apartment in Chicago while Robin when to college. Robin lived with them for the 4 years she was in college and then an additional two until she got a serious girlfriend and they moved in together. Steve and Eddie, now 26 and 27, continued to live together until Eddie and his new band finally got their break when Eddie was 29. Eddie moved to LA then at the request of the label and Steve's stayed in that original Chicago apartment since. Steve is currently 31 and Eddie is 32.

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[eriyu]

Advanced searching on xiv.quest!

Using this Firefox extension!

My FFXIV script site works great if you already know exactly what you're looking for, but here's a solution for if you want to find something a little more vague. For example, the search in the screenshot says "find any time anyone except Urianger says "thou."

If you're familiar with regular expressions, this'll be pretty self-explanatory. If you're not, I'm putting a crash course under the cut to help you use this extension on the site!

Here's a basic setup for any and all searches you'll want to do:

Make sure all checkboxes are ticked (case sensitivity optional).

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Type $0\n\n in the "custom template" field to put a line break in between results.

With that, you can start doing basic searches:

...but to do more complicated stuff is a little more work. Here's a small list of searches I've used myself — the useful ones written out below for those who don't want to leave Tumblr or if the link breaks, but this link to Google sheets is easier to read.

To find a specific character saying a specific word:

Format: Name:.*word

Example search: ^.*Zenos yae Galvus:.*beast.*$

Example result: Zenos yae Galvus: Man should fight for the joy of it. To live, to eat, to breed─lesser beasts snap and howl at one another for this. Only man has the wisdom and the clarity to embrace violence for its own sake.

To find a specific word said by anyone except a specific character:

Format: (?<!Name):.*word

Example search: ^.*(?<!Urianger):.*\bthou\b.*$

Example result: Ifrit: Thou art strong, mortal!

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To find anything said by a specific character or any of their aliases:

Format: Name\)?:

Example search: ^.*Vrtra\)?:.*$

Example result: Varshahn (Vrtra): That is all I need know of thee for now.

Note: You have to have the "Show real names" option enabled on the website for this to work!

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Format: (?=.*\bword1\b)(?=.*\bword2\b)

Example search: ^.*(?=.*\bFeo Ul\b)(?=.*\bthey\b).*$

Example result: G'raha Tia: By the way, have you spoken with Feo Ul of late? Some days ago, they appeared to me in a dream─of the sleeping persuasion, that is.

Note: This looks so complicated because it will find the words in either order! Putting "they" before "Feo Ul" would work exactly the same.

You can keep these examples as templates to use for yourself without having to understand how they work by using the extension's built-in Profiles, and just swapping in the words you want to search:

...but the possibilities really open up if you want to learn how they work! You can combine the above examples in different ways and built your own profiles. I have other tabs in the Google Sheet linked above for learning how to use regex, and the Firefox extension itself includes a cheat sheet under the "Help" button which is super useful!

[cheralith]

a push-and-pull dynamic with sae fares well with him, i think.

in the sense of the more you try to push yourself away from him, the more he pulls you right back in. i think if he understands he let you slip through the crevices of his fingers once, that when an opportunity arises to reel you back into him again, his grip is firm the moment you're back into his arms from even the slightest touch.

initially, you were the one that focused on him. you and him were neighbors, with you just admiring him from the sidelines and keeping tabs on him as his soccer career flourishes, always wishing him well when he comes back home from spain. it’s fine at first—nothing he’s not used to. but years go by, you stay the same, and he finds it suffocating, having someone that has access to him keeping a close eye, so he snaps at you one evening—tells you off, tells you you're weird for acting like such a fan in his proximity. poor you, all you wanted to do was just extend your support to him.

so he leaves you there for awhile, wallowing while he’s thinking good riddance—one less eye on him.

until a few years later, he discovers you're now a well-regarded sports journalist covering for soccer. and he thinks nothing of it, only assuming that this was your way of keeping an eye on him only now in the sense you're getting paid...

... but when he searches up your name in accordance with his, to see what you've written about him just out of curiosity… nothing pops up. and to sae, he's stunned. the most you mention about him is his last name, and it's in the context of rin, not him.

the lack of attention bothers him, despite all the glory from his team being spotlighted to him. so he tells his manager to extend a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to you—a private, one hour interview with itoshi sae. something to bait you with.

and you take it. next thing you know, you're face to face with the man that told you off for being a creep for keeping tabs on him, only for the same man to be requesting your presence to regard him and only him.

you tell him off once the interview ends, saying this'll be the last time you'll see and cover him, that you have other people to pay attention to. but you later receive a project from your boss telling you that you'll be traveling with re al and covering all of their games from start to finish for this season.

you ask him incredulously if this has been done before and where this came from, but he says no and that re al's manager had requested you specifically to document them... that it'd bring in a massive amount of readers... all on the behalf of a specific someone.

there's something addicting about the chase of it all. it doesn't matter how far you'll go if you were to distance yourself for the better, because sae knows what he wants -he may have lost sight of it once, but you'd be a fool to think that he'd be making it again twice.

[rafeyssugar]

So this'll be my last request for the night but first I wanted to say that the ones you've done so far are absolutely amazing 🥰 the way you've written them is exactly like how I imagined it and thank you for putting up with me and filling them 🤭 /srs

Okkk so this time we got Rafe and pogue!Reader. Rafes love language is gift giving and when Reader is suddenly bombarded with a bunch of gifts she gets a lil uncomfortable because she doesn't have the money to give Rafe something return and he reminds her that she doesn't have to get him anything, and that he's doing it to make her happy ^^

aww, that seriously means so much! 🥹 im so glad you love them!! and don’t even worry—im having just as much fun writing them as you are reading them 🤭💖

gift-giving rafe & a stubborn pogue

you weren’t used to this.

the expensive-looking bracelet that now sat on your wrist, the brand-new sneakers that you knew cost more than your rent, and the box in front of you—wrapped in sleek black paper, tied up with a silk ribbon—only added to the growing discomfort in your chest.

rafe watched you with that lazy smirk of his, like he was waiting for you to tear into the box. you could feel his excitement radiating off of him, but all you could do was fidget with your fingers, glancing around the room like a way out would suddenly appear.

“what’s wrong?” his voice was softer now, that smug look faltering as he tilted his head at you. “you don’t like it?”

“no! no, it’s not that,” you rushed out, feeling a pang of guilt at the thought of disappointing him. “it’s just…” you sighed, staring down at the unopened gift. “rafe, i can’t keep letting you do this.”

his brows furrowed. “do what?”

“this,” you gestured vaguely at the collection of gifts. “you’ve been giving me all this stuff, and i… i can’t give you anything back.”

there it was. the real reason behind the uncomfortable knot in your stomach. rafe had money—obscene amounts of it, if his spending habits were anything to go by—and you… well, you were a pogue. and pogues didn’t have money to throw around like this.

rafe blinked, then let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head as he stepped closer. “y/n,” he said, voice laced with amusement. “that’s not how this works.”

he crouched down in front of you, resting his hands on your knees as he looked up at you. “i don’t get you things because i expect something in return.”

his thumb traced small circles on your skin, grounding you as he spoke. “i do it because i like seeing you happy. because you deserve nice things. and because,” he smirked, “i can.”

you huffed, crossing your arms. “rafe.”

“what?” he grinned, squeezing your knee. “it’s true. and if it makes you feel better, you do give me something in return.”

you raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. “oh yeah? what’s that?”

“this.” his fingers tilted your chin up, guiding you into a soft, lingering kiss. when he pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours, smiling. “you. that’s all i need.”

your cheeks burned, and you groaned, shoving at his shoulder. “you’re so annoying.”

he just laughed, pressing another kiss to your cheek. “yeah, yeah. now open your present.”

[gotham-daydreams]

How would it have gone differently if Reader didn't try to be an "overachiever" and instead just stayed quiet and didn't interact with anyone besides Alfred until they left? Their room they left being mostly blank, with only the music journals? Giving up on trying to get their attention.

I think what's so funny about this ask, to me, is that I already have a concept like this written down (along with 3 others since the current reader I'm writing for the "Not [ ]" series is one of them but with a few missing details), so this'll be fun!

I guess it generally goes how you'd expect? Which is different for the most part, but the reader's perspective on what's happening is also different.

Granted, I would like to point out that, at least for this particular concept and the idea I have for it of how this would go, does have more stuff going on pre-Batfam that do affect how they perceive what's happening, and that's what makes things interesting in my opinion. Because someone can be naturally shy or just overall more reserved either out of nature or because they feel a certain way, but still feel bad about being neglected and, despite their lack of effort, feel that pain just as much as someone who's tried. Which is valid! Besides, someone's definition of 'trying' can vary as well.

Everyone should have a chance to have a family, and form some kind of connection with people. Just because you aren't going above and beyond for one person, doesn't mean you're undeserving of certain things. Especially not a chance to have a family, or feel like you have one. That's what I think anyway.

Nevertheless, back to the reader!

From the original concept, I will be tweaking a few things to fit the ask, but the same general outcome remains! Though again, the reader's perspective on things is a tad different. But how about this- I'll show two versions of the reader.

One that's quiet and more reserved because they gave up much earlier, or just generally hopeless really early on because maybe they felt as if anything they'd do just wouldn't be enough, who'll be accurately named Quiet!Reader. With the other being more closely related to the concept I wrote for such an idea, that we'll refer to as Waiting!Reader.

Quiet!Reader would change up things quite a bit! I won't lie!

They might already have bad self-esteem that's quick to develop at the start of things, which is something to note as that doesn't get better with time. They grow more cold and distant from the family at a quicker pace both from personal and external reasons.

Put simply, they don't feel good enough, and even if they did- anything they could do to get the Batfam's attention would never be enough in their eyes. To which, they see very early on when they try to engage and do some things with the family, only to be turned down. What doesn't help is when Quiet!Reader sees Damian get adopted and almost immediately showered with love, (compared to them) and that really cements some ideas that were already developing in their head about the family.

When Damian comes into the picture, they feel replaced. Seeing him as someone to fill in the 'youngest Wayne' role instead of them, so that Bruce and the others actually have someone to acknowledge for such a title. Just someone else to further take away the little they had.

So, they further step out of the way, glaring at the Batfam with tired eyes before that eventually stops too. Envy clawing at their heart, hatred being sent through waves of pain all throughout their body. Hurt unmatched. Yet they still remain invisible. Quiet as ever. Unnoticed. Everything they ever felt dies down, and forms a cold numbness that they begin to associate with the family.

Maybe through that, they feel closer to the family in some twisted way. Now just as cold as them. Just as talkative, and just as engaging. Almost mirroring them, but they're honest about how they feel. Honest about what they think, and therefore better. At least when compared to the Batfam- and to them, even if it wasn't a high bar to reach anyway, at least it counts for something.

It was never Damian's fault, or really about Damian at all. It could've been anyone else and Quiet!Reader would've still reacted the same way, they know that. Though just seeing the Batfam show love and care to him and not them just makes them feel... worse.

Clearly they're capable of love, and can notice new additions to the family (to which they may have mostly believed that the Batfam's neglect was just something the family did for whatever reason, and thought that them being the youngest had something to do with it for a while) and that breaks the reader. It doesn't hurt, not as much as it would've, maybe, but whatever hurt is there dies down quickly as Quiet!Reader, well, quietly accepts their fate.

The Batfam clearly wants nothing to do with them, so why should they try to do all of these things for them? It's simple, they shouldn't. So they don't. Quiet!Reader gives up, and continues to live their life without them.

The Manor just becomes a place they sleep in, and nothing else. It isn't anything close to a home, and not even Alfred can help with that.

It's because of that little fact, however, that Quiet!Reader leaves much sooner than the reader in the "Not [ ]" series. Maybe once they get a friend they can trust, they essentially end up living with said friend, hence why their room remains so empty. The notebooks they even keep in the room they have in the Manor is from when they were way younger, instead of just being from a few months ago or so. We're talking years since Quiet!Reader has touched those things now.

Maybe they do 'officially' leave a month or so before they usually would as an overachiever in the "Not [ ]" series, having only bothered to return so often before because of Alfred. Though even then, they'd forget to return most nights- only being reminded to even try and go back once Alfred would personally call them, and ask them where they were.

However now, after a while of just the time between them basically living with their friend and sleeping at the manor, they stop returning altogether. Though this time around they instead personally go to Alfred to say they're goodbyes. Not explaining much, but just saying that while they might still try to come and visit him sometimes, they don't live in the Manor anymore. Alfred already knows this, and the embrace they share fully hammers in that fact.

Yet when Quiet!Reader turns away, and leaves the Manor for good- even through the front door at that. Alfred can't help but just... miss them already.

You see, while Quiet!Reader is indeed quieter and more reserved, especially towards the Batfam, with Alfred really being the only exception, they still made music.

Maybe they didn't have as many concerts or physical, grand, live performances compared to the reader in the "Not [ ]" series, they not only started earlier, but may have actually started out on a social platform such a youtube. They really started out small, but were able to find and start their passion much earlier!

Most of what they played was when they were in the Manor, but slowly they started to get involved with things music related outside of the Manor and in Gotham- and from there were able to build themselves up even more. Hell, I'd even say that Quiet!Reader is a little more well-known and popular than the reader in the "Not [ ]" series because of the amount of extra time they dedicated to their passion.

So basically, Alfred this time around has more recordings and such of Quiet!Reader actually doing something they love than with the one in the series. However! Funnily enough, they're gone for a shorter amount of time despite having left earlier than normal.

Alfred is just, extra fed up with this nonsense, and so pulls his tricks more early on, but also make them hit harder.

He doesn't clean Quiet!Reader's room to show how long they've been gone, adding onto the emptiness and almost abandoned feeling the room itself gives off because of how bare and empty it is. They're music haunts the halls, subtle, sure, but still noticeable- especially to those who are hyper aware all the time. Pictures of Quiet!Reader and Alfred begin to be hung up, and if he can manage- some with Quiet!Reader and their friends during important parts of their life.

No one is safe from the guilt and anguish Alfred seeks to cause to not only have the Batfam look for you, but most importantly, to finally notice you.

Let's just say, things work out a little too well.

---

As for Waiting!Reader? Oh man, I've been wanting to rant about them for a while!

Unlike the reader in the "Not [ ]" series and Quiet!Reader, Waiting!Reader had some semblance of a life before getting adopted into the Batfam. Though the idea and character themself isn't musically inclined/involved in music, or even all that interested in music for that matter- for the sake of this ask, lets say they are!

I won't dabble too much into the life Waiting!Reader had before the Batfam, as if I do end up writing them I'd also like to keep some details vague (for the sake of leaving it up to interpretation and everything), but just know that during the time they were still with their original family, they were essentially taught that they should 'wait their turn', and eventually their parents would spend time with them and care for them. Hence the little name I've given them.

So! When they get to the Manor and are officially adopted, only to be neglected and ignored during their first few attempts- because of their young age, they immediately think "oh! they're just like mom and dad!" So they 'wait' for 'their turn', believing that eventually, should they wait long enough, they'll be rewarded with bonding and such from the Batfam just as they were with their previous parents.

This mindset changes what they do as well, as Waiting!Reader even goes out of their way to not bother anyone, or "get in the way" of whatever they could be doing. Waiting!Reader treats the situation so much like their previous home life, that sometimes they might even forget that the Batfam are completely different people from their parents. The only real difference that they can think of is that they're not acknowledged at all and it seems like their 'turn' never comes. Though for a while that doesn't get them down. The Batfam is busy like they're parents were! Waiting!Reader is sure that when things die down then they'll have their time.

... Hopefully.

I can imagine that part of the reason why Waiting!Reader holds on to hope for so long is because, again, their own parents constantly reassured them that they would have their time eventually. That if they behaved, and stayed out of the way, then they would go somewhere fun with their parents and essentially be rewarded for their efforts. They were conditioned to wait, to be patient, and just comply until those around them decided to actually take care of them, and spend time with them.

Of course, as they grow up the reality of the situation does hit them eventually, but during that time they do try.

Waiting!Reader helps Alfred around the house, and so they mostly bond over doing chores, among other things. They are also more mindful, and try to keep the amount of noise they back down— so they actually don't play at the Manor all that often, and instead play literally anywhere else. If and when they do play outside, around the area of the Manor like in the gardens or something, they make sure no one is around before even thinking of playing.

Alfred does help them break a few of their habits that they got while living with their parents, but the one thing he can't seem to 'fix' is how absolutely quiet Waiting!Reader is when they walk around. Which, as on can imagine, doesn't exactly help in a situation where the whole family, except for the butler, is neglecting you.

The amount of times Waiting!Reader has caught Alfred off guard is more then you'd think for someone that works with the Dark Knight, and his various sidekicks and such, over the years. Which does say something, sure, but it's also funny!

Regardless, similar to Quiet!Reader, Waiting!Reader is able to start their musical career earlier than normal, and thuse becomes a little more popular than they would originally. However, they're more known for their live performances and giving back to the community. Seemingly just like Bruce as they attend charity event after charity event, and try to do good by the people.

Waiting!Reader also does genuinely try to become a vigilante as well, but they do so in a way where they only take care of the smaller/medium guys, and leave the bigger ones to the rest of the Batfam. This is because they want to remove possible distractions for their family, and while they would try to take on "bigger guys", they don't think they're skilled enough or experienced enough to even think about it. So they don't even try. (They also don't have the same theme as the Batfam- since they don't want to 'ruin' their reputation with what they're doing or something. Which does hell them further detach themself from the family later on.)

I'd say that with Waiting!Reader, the difference between them and the Batfam is more clear to them? Like, to them, the Batfam are just so good at what they do that they have no hope of reaching them. So instead of trying to reach for them, they just do their own thing and try to help in their own way.

Because Waiting!Reader takes care of smaller guys, they are kind of closer to Waiting!Reader as a vigilante.

The best way I can put it is that while the community trusts Batman and the members of the Batfam to save their city, they trust Waiting!Reader to save their homes.

So basically- Batfam is the bigger picture while Waiting!Reader focuses on the smaller picture.

Nevertheless! Also like Quiet!Reader, Waiting!Reader actually leaves earlier. Except when they leave, they leave.

Waiting!Reader straight up leaves Gotham City to attend the college that they want to go to, in an area that has more opportunity for them, that isn't close to where the Batfam lives or patrols.

So they not only leave earlier, but it also takes the Batfam longer to find them. Especially because Waiting!Reader does still do some things in Gotham, they just don't live there anymore.

I feel like out of all three readers, Waiting!Reader definitely feels like the kind of person that someone would assume is some kind of "Phantom of the Wayne Manor," y'know?

So Alfred definitely tries to make the Batfam feel bad like he does with Quiet!Reader. Except how anyone in the Batfam is reminded that Waiting!Reader even exists, and that they've been gone for a while now is through a letter that is accidentally sent to the Wayne Manor from one of Waiting!Reader's fans. From there, some research does start and the more the Batfam learns, the more they want to go and find the reader- you know the deal.

I hope this answered your question even if I really did ramble on this time- if you'd like me to clarify anything or go into more detail on a specific part, feel free to send in an ask!

[earlysunshines]

secret rhymes - 48. last words (half-written)

a/n: shorter than i thought it would be

your uber drops you off down the road from the pinned mark on lauren's location. you thank him and head out, making sure the cap and hoodie hide your features well.

the air in hongdae is thick with neon lights and crowds, but none of it registers as you make your way toward the bar. your heart and head pound from frustration and anticipation as you text lauren once more—hopefully this'll be the last time.

she tells you to meet in the alley nearby, which, definitely irks you since your last experience in an alley in hongdae consisted of you bumping into a couple getting all frisky. you shiver at the memory.

before she can spot you, you beat her to it. she's leaning against the wall, arms crossed, looking slightly disheveled. there's a hazy redness in her eyes that tells you she's not completely sober.

when you step closer, she blinks up at you, attempting a smirk that only twists your heart. "didn't think you'd actually come," she muses, but there's an edge to her voice.

you don't waste time. "cut the act."

her smirk falters.

"i know everything," you continue, voice firm. "you set me up. those pictures, everything... you planned that."

she exhales sharply, her gaze darting away from you. "yeah, so what?" she doesn’t even try to make up a lie, maybe this is characters development, you think.

you exhale sharply. "why?"

lauren lets out a humorless laugh before relaxing against the wall again, giving you a half-lidded look. "because I hate it," she admits, "you're famous, you're a star, and—" her voice cracks, and she swallows hard before continuing. "it's not even that, I mean, I've got my own success too. but really? all your songs, do you know what it's like hearing them everywhere? i scroll on social media and somehow you've made it to the sound. you're getting praised for the lyrics and all I can think of is how I'm the one behind them."

your chest tightens as you stare at her, the raw emotion in her voice cracks you slightly.

"i regret everything. there, i said it." she whispers, her voice thick. then before you can react, she steps forward, pressing her forehead against your shoulder as a sob shakes through her.

despite everything, you keep her against you, letting her cry for a moment. the weight of her sadness weighs you down too.

you step back immediately after, detaching yourself gently. lauren looks up at you, her eyes searching for something—forgiveness, maybe.

you tighten your jaw before saying, "i'm done, lauren." your voice is quiet but firm. "this is the last time. i don't ever want to see you again."

your final words completely break her. she flinches, her lips parting as if to argue, but she doesn't. she knows what she's done—and her consequences.

before she can say anything else, you turn and walk away without looking back. the sounds of chatter and music in hongdae swallow you whole, but the weight in your chest lingers.

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[d3wdropz]

Sukuna NSFW Headcanons

Warnings: fem!reader, nsfw, smut, trueform, overstimulation, degradation, fingering, oral (fem receiving and giving), creampie, breeding, doggy style, cowgirl, mating press, light spanking, hairpulling, fingering, blowjob, dom! sukuna, p in v, no protection, double-dickery, and that's all (I think)

A/N: hiii! I have never really written a fic on tumblr so i'm hoping it goes well- plz have mercy on me and my horny ass

Thank you @roseschoices for the beautiful banner!

♡- Dominant. A rough dom at that. Also kind of demanding, but only bc he knows you love it

♡- He loves being in control, refuses to let you top or call the shots. If you think riding him helps, you are so wrong. Sukuna's just gonna grab your hips and start pounding- best thing to do is hold on tight and enjoy it

♡- His punishments are never like BDSM extreme with whips and chains. In his mind, sex has an end goal and prolonging it can be fun, but not when it feels like a chore for him. Sukuna loves some bratty behavior, but it gets on his nerves sooo fast

♡- Sukuna just expects you to be an obedient little girl, but if you're not be prepared for some rough backshots and hair-pulling that leaves your scalp sore

♡- He won't slap your ass hard, more so as a way of warning you when to shut up

♡- Speaking of hair-pulling, he uses your hair/head like it's some fucking handlebar- especially when you give him head. Bc he has you in an iron grip, he gets to choose the pace, how deep you take him, and whether you swallow or not

♡- He has definitely said shit like "Come on, slut- I'm keeping you here until you swallow" and he means it. So either guzzle that baby-batter or get ready for a long night

♡- You'll have one of his cocks in your mouth while jerking off the other. That's not enough tho, best believe he wants both sucked dry

♡- Sukuna doesn't just like getting head, he'll dive into your pussy for hours. And he's not just gonna eat it, he's gonna take his time sucking on your clit and scissoring open your cunt until you're crying

♡- Your thighs will be clamped around his head, hands pulling on his hair, begging for him to give you a break. Sukuna just chuckles and watches you shiver from the vibrations before he uses one pair of arms to hold your thighs open and the other to work you to your next orgasm

♡- He degrades you in the best ways, not that "You're my bitch" type shit, but the really good stuff

♡- "My poor little slut's getting sensitive" he says as he speeds up his thrusts, "Don't worry, just need you to cum again for me. Promise this'll be the last one" fucking liar

♡- One of his favorite positions is the mating press. One cock fucking you open, the other bumping against your tummy while you beg for more- or in you ass, depends on his mood

♡- He cums so much, it's thick and a little sour but very creamy. One load from just a singular cock leaves your mouth flooded. And bc of his double-dickery, expect to be stuffed full

♡- Sukuna believes the only place his cum should be is inside you, he doesn't care if it's your mouth or pussy, long as it's not wasted

♡- When he is in the breeding mood, expect at least six rounds. Three for each dick, and atleast two orgasms for you each round

♡- He loves fucking you stupid, overstimulation is his favorite thing. The main reason is because Sukuna loves watching you go dumb on his dicks

♡- "Fuck- that's my girl" you can barely hear him over the sound of his thighs slapping against your ass, heavy balls smacking at your clit "Can feel you getting closer- that's right, princess, come for me"

♡- Sukuna's pride is also a big reason why he loves making you cum so much. He wants you to know that nobody else will make you feel anywhere near as good as he does. Gets a shit eating grin when he feels you tighten onto his cock for the fifth time

♡- No matter how much of an asshole he is, he knows that taking both cocks at once is a process. The day you finally give the okay is gonna be when he spends twice as much time prepping you

♡- For once, praise is going to be flowing from his mouth "Doing so good for me, baby" and "Just a little more, you can take it" are just a few examples

♡- He'll eat you out, then finger you for hours until you're begging for his cocks

♡- Which I forgot to mention that one of his fingers alone is as thick as like two of your own

♡- Back to the fucking- he wants to get you into a fucked out headspace to help ease the pain, so prepare yourself for five rounds, eight orgasms, and atleast two squirts until he finally gives you both cocks

♡- You will be thankful he did all that prep cause damn, those cocks are big. One alone is like 9 inches, and so thick you can barely wrap your hands around it. So both at the same time is a tight squeeze

♡- Enjoy the view though, cause this man is going to lose it. You're tight pussy squeezing both of his dicks is gonna make him forget everything and just jackhammer your pussy

♡- Sukuna will be whimpering "Oh shit- fucking best pussy I've ever had. Fuck, that's my girl, take it- take it"

♡- By the end of it all, you'll be stuffed beyond belief and practically passed out

♡- If it means anything, his aftercare is. . . okay. He'll clean up the mess he made, give you some water, and fall alseep with you wrapped in his arms

♡- Overall, 10/10 experience- would recommend

[erosmutt]

Sam suckling his ‘moms’ boob after she had just given birth because she over lactates

𖦹 fauxcest, milf!reader ⠀★⠀⠀─⠀⠀WRITTEN BY EROSMUTT 24.05.05

Sam peeks into your bedroom, looking around. "Hey, mom?" he sees you, sitting up on the side of the bed, hands gently massaging your swollen breasts. "Oh, god," you open your eyes to meet his gaze, the pained expression on your face softening up just a bit. "Sammy," you give him a weak, warm smile. "Hi honey. Need something?" Your nipples were puffy, milk beading at the tips.

His little sister, Lucy, was laying in her bassinet, her small hands in fists, little noises leaving her. His eyes shift from your face, to your tits, to Lucy, then back to you. "You alright?"

You shake your head. "No, no, I'm not." He shifts his weight. "What's up?" He rubs his hands up and down on his cargo shorts, stepping into the bedroom. Letting out a soft sigh, you lean back on your hands. "Just... milk." You murmur.

He nods, swallowing. "Want some help? Uh, where's your pump?" "It didn't help," you say, voice bordering on whiny. "So I was trying to do it manually, but that's not working either. Lucy's asleep, and your father isn't home." A blush comes to Sam's cheeks. "I can help, if you want me to?"

Your eyes light up with appreciation. "Yes, please, thank you Sammy." You watch as he approaches then plops down onto the bed, hands decorated by rings and black nail polish coming up to gently grope your breasts. "I'm sure this'll help," he leans down, plush lips encasing your right nipple, tongue gently flicking your engorged nub. You shut your eyes, hand resting on the back of his head.

"Easy, Sam." You whisper, an appreciative moan leaving your lips as he lets up to a gentle suckle. His hand works in unison with his mouth, determined to help you release the backed up milk.

"Mmph," his left hand comes up to rest on your shoulder, nails digging into your skin as he gets aggressive once more. "Hmph," he groans around you as he feels and tastes the sweet milk spill into his mouth.

He swallows down as much as he can, then looks up at you, creamy liquid spilling down the side of his mouth, down his chin. "Other one too?"

[bambisnc]

pairing : yunjin x reader, karina x reader (comparatively less) genre : oooh. yeah. idrk. crack ish but also angst? cw/tw : classmate!rina and transfer student!yunjin karina doesnt really treat reader well + yunjin is manipulative + food mention + swearing + karina calls yunjin a rather unflattering word + suggestive -> kissing occurs + uneditted its 2.17 am n my eyes hurt.. :( wc : 1.5k this was supposed to be a fluffy rina 200 ish word hc wtfwtf notes : wtf have i written fr / wrote this while listening to farewell, neverland and stupid in love alternately

classmate!karina who you've known ever since you gained enough coherent knowledge to retain information because, hey, it's a small town and she's a girl who everyone knows will achieve big things

classmate!karina who can literally do it all. she's the human incarnate of the song little miss perfect : straight hair, straight a's, straight forward,.. teachers more often than not swoon in her presence, she's voted class president on the first day and underclassmen and seniors are equally in awe of the enigma that she is; elusive but alluring.

it's only natural that you would fall for her; how could you not? with the way she slips her arm into yours everywhere you go and how she always makes it a point to greet you by being physically affectionate : hugs from the back, forehead kisses, head pats, nose boops and whatnot,. there's also those kisses which she places right at the corner of your mouth; her own so close to yours that if you were to move even the slightest you'd end up brushing against hers,,

but whenever you try to ask her about your relation, your sad little question of "what are we rina.." goes completely unheard.. :(

but then !!! comes along transfer student!yunjin :) this'll be fun :)

when the teacher approaches karina with the matter of showing the new girl around, helping her catch up to the syllabus, etc; you were with her and quite clearly able to feel the hesitation radiating off of her figure. so you, being the kind-hearted soul you are volunteer your own help !! the teacher doesn't really gaf,, as long as she knows you won't shower the new girl with worms or something she's chill w that :p

however, karina is still apprehensive because she's apparently heard rumours that yunjin was,.. notoriously known as somewhat of a delinquent. she doesn't really want someone so cute, so trusting like you around her..

but when the vivacious redhead greets you with a charming grin, your defenses immediately lower.. yunjin was so sweet! how could someone like her ever even be assosciated with those rumours?

you soon find yourself spending a lot of time with her,, karina always seems so busy nowadays.. you know how tough class president duties can be plus she's always working on a million other things as well, and you get it, of course. you support her fully!! it's just,.. sometimes you can't help but feel sad... it feels like she's avoiding you on purpose :(

like when you were having lunch with yunjin one day and karina walked into the cafeteria. you waved her over but her nose wrinkled as if she'd smelt something sour and with a brief smile (which was SO obviously fake) she left..

..??????? you need to put in all your strength to not breakdown in tears right there. but yunjin is there to comfort you~ she always is <3 she wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to offer comfort. her hoodie that you'd been wearing (it was coldd and you being in a hurry that day had worn only a t-shirt - she couldn't bear to watch her new friend freezing now could she :( so she ever so chivalrously gave it to youu <3) along with her warm embrace made you feel very comforted~

but your feelings for karina still reign strong. so you decide if she won't tell you what you did to upset her, you'll confront her yourself

except.. yunjin ends up talking to you out of it... her argument makes complete sense : karina probably just wanted some space from you. if you approached her right now, she'd only retreat farther away, and you did not want that

so whenever you're feeling particularly vulnerable, in a 'fuck it we ball' kinda mood she's always there to prevent you from making a mistake!! she's so thoughtful <3 she's over at your place pretty often + sleepovers have become a new norm for you two because hey who knows when you'll need a comforting hug from your friend right? :)

but then, against your better judgement - yunjin would be so sad for you if she found out.. :(( - you finally give in to your urges. you decide to properly confess your feeling to karina on the 14th of feb. you really miss what you had with her, you miss being her friend.. and even if she hates you now you'd rather at least get closure than be ghosted irl 😔

so you go all out! go big or go home by enhypen plays in the bg you make her favorite chocolates, write a letter explaining how you feel, decorating a cute red heart shaped box and wrapping it all up w a cute ribbon <3

there is now the dilemma of how to give it to her.. hmm you do know she has patrols in and around the sports ground after lunch every alternate day.. and by your luck 14th is one of those days!

you ditch yunjin with a couple of fake excuses, desperately dodging her offers to come with you when finally, looking extremely dejected she leaves

sighing with relief you make your way to the first floor into a classroom from where you can easily see the entire grounds. and oh! you see those familiar long locks of black!! rather ungracefully, you decide to just throw your box out hoping she'll see that your name is written on it and not immediately throw it away

as soon as you're ready to chuck it down : you hear a familiar voice, "yn? what are you doing here??" it's karina?! how is she here?? but in your shock you accidentally let go of the box; only managing to keep holding on to the letter

shock and dread fills you at the thought of someone else taking the box and thinking you were confessing to them you dont even bother to look at karina even though it's been ages she's initiated a conversation with you.. as you leave, in your frustration you ball up the letter and throw it in the trash, completely forgetting that the person it was for was right there??

you race downstairs but end up bumping into a whirlwind of red. it's yunjin. the sheer happiness on her face somehow settles into you and you can't help but ask her whatever happened to make her look so delighted

she immediately pulls you into a tight embrace, "oh yn i like you too!! i thought you were still hung up over karina and i was so worried that she'd steal you away from me but if you have feelings for me that totally changes things!! i was ready to completely isolate you so you would only have me to depend on but fuck- you're so cute confessing outright out of nowhere!! even kazuha said she could've never seen it coming - you always seemed so heart-struck around her after all"

this shouldve been a red flag but the dazed state you'd been thrust into made all her words pass right over your head. you can only reply with a weak "kazuha..?who- what do you mean.."

"oh are u jealous?? that's so cutee ynniee and i mean exactly what i said pretty!! shit does this mean we're dating now? i've been waiting since forever to be able to call you mine.. oh my god i could kiss you right now.." yunjin's overenthusiasm leaves you very flustered and honestly? a little weak in the knees?

"so can i then??" yunjin's still talking "can you-?" "can i kiss you yn please we're dating now right?" "we are..? of course then.." and she wastes absolutely zero time in immediately diving towards you, tilting your neck to devour your lips with her own, her other hand sneaking its way to your waist, pulling you closer, closer.. yes you're still in the middle of the hallway but yunjin would be damned if she gave a single fuck, not when she has you like this and you.. you're still lost in some kind of a daze that only becomes heavier as your gf's (?) lips work against yours, till her hands holding you are the only reason you're still able to stand

you gain some sort of consciousness, when you're completely out of breath (ironically-) and push yourself away from her gently

yunjin immediately moves as if to chase after your lips but then seems to notice something behind you which makes her smirk.. huh.. she's really pretty; are you just noticing this now?

she pulls you into her chest then, like she's down millions of time and you carefully place your arms around her shoulders as she pats your head, whispering something soft in your ears - which you sadly can't hear due to the slight sound of blood pounding in your ears.. but in the comfort of her arms you really can't seem to bring yourself to care, simply enjoying the comfort she provides you with.

unbeknownst to you, as you and yunjin were in the middle of that passionate exchange, karina had managed to track you down and witnessed in horror the painful sight of you with her. god she'd ruined everything, that fucking bitch. how dare she even touch you with such bad intentions? granted karina's thoughts about you weren't 100% platonic either but you were hers. and she intended to do whatever she could to make that happen..

[dehautdesert]

I think so many people have an issue with Cinta's death not because she's a lesbian who died but because every single step of the way there felt so contrived and poorly written.

(a) First she gets a scene in which she's open and vulnerable with her feelings in a way we've never seen her be before (and that at times almost feels contradictory to how she was in S1), with no explanation or clarification of why and how she got to that point.

Syril, for example, gets to have big jumps in his character development because his is a straight path from A to B - you can deduce pretty much everything that happened in between from his state in the previous episode we saw him in and then the state he's in during the current episode. Cinta is not like that - we don't know enough to understand what happened to her, or why she changed, and now she's dead so we never will. So the big emotional scene feels like a way to make her death sadder instead of meaningful character development. Which feels cheap.

(b) The circumstances of her death also feel kind of contrived and rushed - there isn't a shootout or a big dangerous moment, there's one shot being fired and it randomly hits her, out of dozens of other people there, from a great distance. And then she's dead on the spot. She wasn't even killed by the Imps, she was killed by a random glitch in the plan. Brasso's death landed better because that WAS a big dangerous action scene with tension building up over a long period of time, so you can buy it that he died. Even Bix's rape feels more like a natural corollary of the Empire being the Empire - some of these authoritarian fascist fucks will obviously try to take advantage of their position to sexually assault people - Cinta's death just has too many stochastic elements to make it land naturally, especially when combined with point (a) that heightens the cheap one-two of giving a character an emotional scene and then killing them off ten minutes later.

(c) The denouement of the episode focuses more on the Gorman guy and his responsibility for Cinta's death and his feelings about all that than it does on Vel. In fact, it seems like Cinta's death is part of a larger point the writers are trying to make about inexperience and disorganization and refusal to follow orders in rebel groups - except this point would have worked way better, imho, if it was one of the guy's own friends who died. The fact that it's Cinta specifically feels like the least punchy choice if it's the guy or the rebels' incompetence leading to unnecessary deaths that we want to focus on (and so far we've only focused on that - perhaps this'll change in the following episodes and Vel will get more character development, but we don't know that from our current vantage point). Trying to do a two-in-one deal where we make this point and ALSO further Vel's character arc just lands wrong and makes everything underwhelming and unsatisfying.

People are really taking issue with the way everything that happens around her death feels contrived and fabricated to generate pathos and artificial drama, because not only does it make for mid storytelling, it's also what reminds them of the "bury your gays"/fridge the love interest plotlines, where the deaths feel similarly cheap and contrived and random. It doesn't matter that it technically isn't a case of bury your gays, it's still badly written.

[kangshxrtie]

34 . little trip (written)

as the car pulled up in front of ricky's place, you suddenly realized an issue. "there's barely gonna be any room when ricky gets in here."

"just sit on my lap," natty suggested, completely unbothered.

you gave her a side-eye but shrugged. "only because it's necessary," you said, shifting over to sit on her lap as soon as the car was parked. since you had already moved to the middle when matthew got in earlier, you just slid over to where natty was sitting, and matthew moved to the middle to make space for ricky.

as soon as ricky climbed into the car, he didn't even give anyone a proper greeting before saying, "can we stop at the store? i need some soap."

"and you couldn't do that on your own time?" belle, who was driving, shot him a look through the rearview mirror.

"see, i would have, but then y'all picked me up," ricky replied smoothly.

belle sighed, already resigned.

"honestly, we have nothing better to do," natty pointed out.

"yeah, you're right," belle agreed, pulling up directions to the nearest store.

"yay, little trip!" matthew cheered from his spot.

belle and julie were in the front, while you, natty, ricky, and matthew were all crammed together in the back. the ride to the store was pure chaos, with all of you singing at the top of your lungs and you and natty dramatically dancing with each other despite the lack of space.

when belle finally parked, you all climbed out, stretching like you'd been trapped for hours, and headed inside.

you and natty linked arms almost instinctively, taking the lead through the store. for some reason, everyone trusted the two of you to navigate, despite the fact that neither of you had any idea what you were doing.

luckily, you were paying attention to the signs and guided ricky to the soap aisle without getting distracted. while he stood there contemplating which soap he wanted like it was the most important decision of his life, you and natty got caught up in your own conversation.

"you wanna hang out tomorrow?" natty asked, swaying slightly as you leaned against the shelves.

"monday? i don't have that many classes, so yeah, we can," you nodded.

"i've really been wanting to go to the japanese friendship garden, but nobody will go with me," natty admitted.

"wait, that actually sounds so fun," you said.

"i knew you'd appreciate it," she grinned.

"yeah, i'd be down," you agreed easily.

right on cue, ricky finally picked a soap, and the group decided to roam the store a little longer. you and natty, still arm in arm, naturally took the lead again.

behind you, matthew glanced between you two before turning to julie and belle. "what's going on there?" he asked, pointing.

julie didn't even look up. "natty's been all up in her face all day. i can't tell if y/n is just being nice or if she's actually entertaining it."

"has anyone mentioned daniela?" matthew asked.

belle shrugged. "y/n was glued to her phone while we were eating breakfast, but i don't know who she was talking to. i assume it was dani."

ricky furrowed his brows. "what the hell even happened last night?"

"natty was flirting with y/n all night," julie said simply. "i knew she had something for her, but i didn't think it was this serious."

matthew crossed his arms. "should we stop this?"

"i've been trying." julie groaned. "nothing is working."

"maybe she's just not right in the head," ricky muttered. "i'm sure this'll be over by tomorrow."

as much as julie, belle, matthew, and ricky were discussing whatever was going on between you and natty, neither of you seemed to notice, or care.

you were too busy wandering through the aisles, occasionally stopping to pick up random items. at one point, you held up an oversized stuffed bunny. "would you get this for me?"

natty gasped dramatically. "imagine you walk into your room, and this is just sitting on your bed, waiting for you."

"that's kinda terrifying, actually," you said as you put it back.

natty shook her head. "nah, if you really want me to, i will."

you were about to respond when ricky suddenly popped up behind you both. "are y'all done playing around? i got my soap, and belle is ready to go."

"we were just exploring," natty said.

"well, explore your way to the checkout," ricky shot back, already turning to walk off.

with that, the group made their way to the registers. after ricky paid for his soap, you all headed back to the car.

you and natty took your original spots, you were still on her lap, and still very much in your own little world.

julie glanced at matthew in the backseat and whispered, "this is a mess."

"oh, absolutely," he nodded.

ricky, who had been quiet for a moment, suddenly leaned forward between the front seats. "imagine we just run into dani in the wild? then what?"

"then y/n's gonna have to figure her own life out," belle sighed.

julie turned around in her seat, watching as you and natty kept whispering and laughing together. "yeah... i don't know if she even realizes what's happening."

"she's gotta pick a side before this turns into a real problem." ricky shook his head.

"yeah, well, that's a tomorrow problem. right now, we just need to make it home without natty confessing her undying love in the backseat." matthew exhaled, looking out the window.

"i swear if that happens in my car—" belle groaned.

"relax," julie cut in. "worst case scenario, y/n just lets her down easy, and we move on."

ricky hummed in doubt but didn't say anything else.

meanwhile, you, completely unaware of the whispered conversation happening about you, were scrolling through your phone when you saw a new message pop up.

you smiled at the message, liking it.

"who's got you smiling like that?" natty asked

you hesitated for half a second before locking your phone and looking over at her. "just daniela sending me some stuff."

and for some reason, that answer made julie sigh even harder.

the car ride continued with music blasting, ricky dramatically lip-syncing to whatever song was playing while matthew recorded him, and belle giving occasional side-eyes through the rearview mirror. you were still leaning into natty slightly, scrolling through your phone, when a call came through.

"hello?" you answered immediately.

"so do y'all happen to be near me?" yunjin's voice came through the speakers, loud as ever.

"we just left the store by ricky's place, so kinda, yeah," you told her.

"thank god, because i need a distraction after that exam," yunjin groaned.

"on the way to get you," belle responded, already switching lanes.

"love y'all. see you when you get here."

a few minutes later, you pulled up in front of yunjin's place. as soon as she reached the car, she peered through the window, eyes narrowing at the already packed backseat.

"why are there so many people in here?" she asked.

"you tryna join us?" you patted your lap with a grin.

"that seems very unsafe." yunjin gave you a skeptical look.

"just squeeze in. we'll make it work," ricky said.

with a dramatic sigh, yunjin went over to ricky's side and climbed in. it was a tight fit with five people in the backseat. you were practically leaning into natty, and with the way matthew was shoved into her, she was probably the most uncomfortable, but she seemed to be the most content in her position.

"y'all wanna get tacos?" belle asked, already pulling out her phone to check for nearby spots.

"tacos sound good," you agreed, and the others quickly nodded in approval.

"ooh, what about that one place near campus?" yunjin perked up.

"oh yeah, that spot is fire." julie's agreed with a nod.

with that, belle put in the directions and drove off.

when you finally arrived, the place wasn't too busy, so you were able to grab a big enough table for all of you. everyone ordered their food and sat down, falling into easy conversation as you waited.

but in the middle of all of it, as you were talking to julie about some random thing, you felt natty shift closer again, her knee brushing against yours.

yunjin, who had been quietly watching from across the table, raised an eyebrow. she glanced at belle, who also noticed and just sighed.

as the conversation carried on, you didn't think much of the way natty kept inching closer, until her arm brushed against yours, lingering a little longer than casual contact should. you shot her a look, but she just smiled, completely unfazed.

"do you see this?" yunjin muttered under her breath, leaning toward belle.

"i see it," belle sighed, resting her chin on her hand. "it's been happening all day."

"y'all are acting like it's a crime. maybe she's just being friendly." matthew, catching their exchange, leaned in.

"that's not just friendly," yunjin deadpanned, subtly nodding toward the way natty's hand was now resting on the back of your chair.

before belle could say anything, ricky returned to the table with his drink, sliding into the seat next to matthew. he glanced between yunjin and belle, then at you and natty, before raising an eyebrow.

"we still talking about this?" he asked.

"it's getting worse," belle muttered.

just then, the food arrived, momentarily pausing all side conversations. you eagerly reached for your tacos.

natty, still sitting close, bumped your shoulder lightly. "wanna try mine?" she asked, holding out her taco.

"uh... sure?" you blinked.

the table collectively exchanged looks.

julie glanced between you and natty before side-eyeing yunjin. "yeah, no. this is definitely a thing."

meanwhile, you were happily eating, completely oblivious to the silent crisis unfolding around you. natty, still comfortably close, handed you a napkin when a bit of salsa dripped onto your hand. you thanked her, and she smiled, eyes lingering just a second too long.

belle exchanged another glance with yunjin.

after finishing up at the taco spot, everyone piled back into the car, once again squished into the cramped backseat. this time, natty didn't even hesitate before pulling you into her lap, arms loosely wrapped around your waist like it was the most natural thing in the world.

belle tried to keep from laughing as she drove, the car was filled with tired chatter and the playlist belle had going in the background.

by the time you dropped everyone off, it was late, and the day had finally caught up with you. natty was the last one to be dropped off, hopping out of the car before turning back to you. "don't forget about tomorrow."

"yeah, i won't forget." you nodded, smiling.

as she walked away, julie turned to you from the passenger seat, arms crossed. "you better hope dani doesn't find out about whatever that was."

"nothing even happened." you rolled your eyes.

"yeah... not yet." belle chuckled, pulling away from the curb. 

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Do you write for Stephen strange. If so can you do a fic with him where it’s pre magic Stephen. And Stephen is a narcissist and playboy he then meets reader and they hook up with Stephen. It can have body worship and also piss play

You didn't specify who's who so we're having bottom Stephen because I say so

This took me a while because I couldn't find myself motivated for this one. I have nothing against Benedict but I don't like Strange that much so I apologize if this one feels badly written. i also don't know how to write narcissist. I wanted to write it at the beginning but throughout I realised I don't actually like Dr. Strange. So I'm sorry if you'll be disappointed. This'll probably be the only Dr strange fic I'll do .

And don't lie to me I know it's bad I can see it.

Best night of my life

Stephen strange X male reader

⚠️ piss play, playboy, body worship, pre mag Stephen, top male reader ⚠️

🚨 Minors and girls do not interact 🚨

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Stephen is currently in the most expensive bar in this town. Why? He's looking for prey. Why here? Well of course because he's not a cheap whore. He deserves a rich treatment from a rich man.

That being said Strange looks around studying everyone in the bar. That's until his eyes fall on a new face. He's not dressed special. He doesn't look special. But the drink on his table and Rolex watch says different.

He stands up and takes his drink towards him.

"Is this seat taken?" The man looks up at the unfamiliar voice. He looks at Stephen from head to toe. He knows what he's after. "I'm not interested."

Strange chuckles and sits in the chair opposite of him. "I can change that."

The man looks at him unamused.

"Look I'm not looking for a one night stand okay?" "You will" Stephen said without any thought and lean on the table as if he was trying to show his imaginary tits through his slightly open button up.

The man raises an eyebrow. He really isn't looking for a one night stand. But this guy is taking it as a challenge and he wants to see how hard he'll try. "Alright you have until midnight to change my mind." That's in four hours.

"Deal." Strange smirks and offers his hand to shake. "Stephen Strange." "Y/n y/l/n." Y/n takes his hand and gives it a firm shake.

"How do you plan on changing my mind?" The man asks curiously as he sips his drink and studies the playboy before him.

"With drinks."

And so he does. They talk and drink throughout the night. Stephen doesn't want to admit it but he's starting to actually like this man. They're both acting like they're out on a date.

"It's getting late i think the bar is going to close soon." Y/n said and checked his watch. They have 30 minutes. Stephen looks around the bar. There are only four other people there besides the barman. "We should probably go. Wouldn't want to get in trouble." He said and stood up. He grabbed y/n's hand and pulled him up too. They chuckle at how wobbly they've gotten and make their way to the bar to pay.

Once that's done Stephen drags him outside. Y/n chuckles and follows after him. They wobble around the empty streets and chat about insignificant things. But because none of them are paying attention to the road Strange stumbles over a broken brick from the walkway. Thankfully y/n acts quickly and catches him before he falls. Stephen's arms wrap around the other man's shoulder as his arms are around his hips. It looks like y/n is dipping Stephen in like a tango dance or something. None of them move as they look into each other's eyes.

Y/n wants to kiss him. But he can't. If he made the first move it would mean that Strange has won the deal. Stephen is too drunk to remember their deal and doesn't hesitate to lean up and press their lips together. Y/n responds immediately. He pushes his tongue into his mouth and backs him up into an alley.

Stephen runs his hands over y/n's body. The man groans in response and presses Strange against the dirty brick wall. Stephan gasps and presses himself against the other man so he's not touching the wall. "Ew! Careful this shirt costs a fortune!" He huffed as he looked behind himself at the wall. Y/n grumbles and rolls his eyes. Strange raises an eyebrow. "What, you think it's cheap to look this expensive?"

The other man grumbles at the sassy tone and bites his tongue to hold back on any comments. Instead, he pulls him out of the alley and towards the direction of his house.

"You're a brat." Y/n grunts as he pulls Stephan through his front door and instantly pushes him against a wall. Strange smirks and reaches for the man's belt. "You like it."

The other man groans and grips Stephen's wrists. "So impatient." He huffed and dragged Strange towards the bedroom. Stephen giggles and follows eagerly.

Y/n doesn't hesitate and throws the other man into the bed. They both start to strip as they get impatient.

Stephen is naked first. He smirked as he lay in the middle of the bed and spread his legs. Y/n groans as he watches how the other man runs his fingers down his body to his dick and teased himself. Strange let out a moan at the feeling of his cold fingers on his hot tip. He tries his best to keep his eyes open and hold eye contact.

Y/n strokes himself lazily and watches how the other man sucks on the fingers of his free hand. Once they're wet enough he reaches to his hole and starts to prep himself. He throws his head back and moans.

Y/N keeps watching as he strokes himself. The moans Stephen is letting out make his cock throb with need. That's it. He climbs into the bed and pins Strange's hands above his head. "You've been a brat the whole night i think you deserve a punishment." That gets Strange to whimper and buck his hips up. "Ah ah ah. No moving." Stephen whimpered in response again. Y/n grabs his belt and uses it to tie the other man's hands to the bed frame.

"Kinky." Strange smirks. Y/n only hummed and got off the bed to go to his dresser. He pulls out a box and takes it back to bed. Strange feels his dick twitch at the thought of what could be in the box.

Y/n runs his hands over Stephen's legs. "Look at you. So gorgeous." Y/n hummed and teasingly ran his fingers over the other man's sensitive cock. Stephen whines and lifts his hips. But y/n pulls away. "No moving."

Y/n reaches into the box and pulls out a sounding rod. Strange's eyes widen as a soft whine escapes past his lips. Y/n cleans up the rod and takes some lube. He squirts some into his hand and teasingly strokes Stephen's dick. Stephen moans and closes his eyes. He's never this willing to submit. He's always a brat for as long as he can. He doesn't know if it's because of the alcohol or the fact that he's actually interested in y/n. But he's willing to do anything for him.

Y/n prepares the rod and lines it up with the tip of Stranges cock. "I'm simply using this to block off any cum or even piss for how bratty you decided to be."

Stephen shivered at the thought that piss play could be a possibility. He tugs against the belt but it won't budge. Strange whines and lifts his hip. Y/n clicked his tongue and gripped the other man's hip to pin him down.

Once he made sure Strange wouldn't move he grabbed a hold of his dick and carefully inserted the sounding rod. Stephen moans loudly and arches his back.

Y/n smirks and moves it in and out a couple times before he pushes it as far as he could. The other man whimpered and buckled his hips. "Please." He pleaded. Y/n tilts his head and admires the way Stephen looks. "What do you need darling?" He asked as he ran his hands up the pale man's body. He felt the shivers his touch caused which only led him to smirk.

The paler man whines. "Your cock." That's all it took for y/n to lube up his fingers and start prepping Stephen as fast and safe as possible. Strange let out a high pitched moan at the eager fingers that found his hole.

"Yes yes yes yes yes." He chants as he fucks himself onto the big fingers that are stretch him like he's never felt before.

"That's it. Just like that. Fuck yourself on my fingers." Y/n smirks as he holds his hand in place and watches as Stephen whimpered because he had to do the job.

"Please please I'm ready." Stephen whines and begs for more. Y/n gets in between his legs and lubes up his penis. "so eager."

They both moan. Y/n pushes in slowly as he watches how Stephen's mouth falls open into a silent scream.

Strange whines. "You feel so good." He wants to move his hands. Hold onto the other man but the belt around his wrist stays in place.

Y/n lifts the other man hips and starts thrusting at a fast pace. "look at you. So beautiful." He praised as he watched how Stephen bounced with each thrust. "Such a beautiful body. I wonder what it would look like covered in white. Or maybe even hot gold." He grunts and uses one hand to stroke Strange's dick. Strange whines and his dick twitches at the feeling of the sounding rod moving around because of the strokes.

The room is filled with grunts and whines. The headboard hits against the wall. "Look at you. A whining mess." Y/n grunts and puts pressure over Strange's bladder. That made Stephen cry out and arch his back. "Don't do that" he whimpered. "Why?" Y/n smirks and does it again.

Strange whimpered again. "I'll piss myself."

"That's the plan." Y/n smirks and speeds up. The paler man whimpered and planted his feet so he could meet the fast thrusts with his. "Good boy. So pathetic for me. So sweet." Y/n grunts and teases the tip of the sounding rod that's peaking out of Strange's tip. Some pre cum leaks around it.

Strange whimpered. He feels like he's on the verge of pissing. He suddenly starts regretting drinking so much. "wait no no no no" he whines as his dick twitches. It feels like he's pissing but nothing comes out. Y/n watches with a smirk. "Look at you. You want to piss? You want to piss all over yourself?" He smirks and toys with the rod that's blocking all of the flow.

Stephen whines in humiliation. He's never been into piss play but he can't help but want to do it.

"Beg." Y/n ordered. "Please please please please" Strange whines. "Please please please please I can't. I can't hold it. I can't " he blabbered. Y/n felt bad but fuck he loved the sound of his begging. "please!" Stephen cries our as he arched his back. Some pee started to leak around the rod.

"Alright baby." Y/n slowly removes the rod. Stephen whimpered as tears streamed down his cheeks. He feels his hot golden liquid cover his things and the sheets under him. He sniffles in humiliation. "Goon boy. Look at you. So good." Y/n praised as he gave gentle thrusts. Strange turns his head trying to hide his face in his arm. Y/n kisses the tears away off his jaw and cheek.

"So good for me." He praised. Once Strange has calmed down y/n speeds his thrusts again. Chasing his own release.

Stephen moans and arches his back. His body is so sensitive that all he can mumble out are incoherent pleas of permission to cum.

"Close already?" Y/n hums as his own hips start to stutter. "Me too." He buried his face in the paler man's neck and aims for that bundle of nerves that make Stephen whine.

"Cum for me." At that Stephen let's go and squirts all over their bellies. Y/n isn't far behind as he gives his last few thrusts and spills into Strange. Y/n weakly indies the belt before his body gives out and he collapses on top of Stephen. The paler man's arms fall and he instantly clings onto y/n.

They lay there like that for a while. Enjoying each other's presence.

"...we should clean up." Strange mumbles but doesn't make an effort to move. Y/n only mumbled in response. He's barely awake.

"In the morning..." Y/n mumbles before his body succumbs to sleep. Strange falls asleep shortly after.

[pentrologram]

advent calendar - day four

You and Batman find yourself on a rooftop after finding mysterious, matching notes.

batman/superman/jl!reader

a/n; i was sooo close to skipping this and js going to bed but i had to remember that sigmas never back down. shorter one today because this sigma is tired af. do not despair, though, because like all of the others so far, this'll get a part two!!!

The Justice League Commons have been in a state of excitement.

Someone has been leaving little notes in the Leauge's personal rooms. Barry immediately got excited, talking about how "maybe it's a secret admirer," though his bubble was quickly burst by Dinah cross comparing the handwriting on their notes.

"Well," Barry says mopily. "Maybe it's a really good friend secret admirer."

All of the notes say different things. Yours has written in the same neat print as everyone else's, meet me on the roof at 6:00. Curious, you do.

The roof is deserted and it's pitch black in the D.C. night, making it hard to see. Your guard's up as you pad outside, a cold gust blowing past you.

"Hello?" You ask, to no response. However, a grappling hook lands on the railing right by your arm. From a nearby rooftop, in swings the Batman, who had been notably absent from the whole letter fiasco. At the same time:

"Did you write my letter?" You ask.

"Are you the one who left that note?" Bruce asks, making you both frown. "If it wasn't you," he says, "what are you doing here?"

"My note told me to be here right now." Bruce grunts.

"Strange. Be on alert. I'm going to check the perimeter-"

He's interrupted by another, smaller, warmer gust of wind, and down from the heavens comes a bashful Superman, two bouquets of roses in either arm.

"Um," he says.

"What's this about, Superman?" Bruce asks as Clark lands on the rooftop, a few feet away from the pair of you.

"Well," he starts. "I thought that this might be a good way to… talk about some things. Er, involving feelings."

part two!

[twignotstick]

Liar, Liar

Note: The characters in this fic are from @rufwooff 's teenage mutant ninja everything-but-turtles au. Leo is a salamander, Mikey is a toad/frog, Donnie is a gecko, and Raph is an alligator. It can sort of be read as a rise fic if you ignore the... frog stuff? But there are things that might not make sense without knowledge of the au. This post specifically inspired the fic.

Tags: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, ROTTMNT, Leo-centric, NOT MY CHARACTERS, Teenage Mutant Ninja Everything-but-Turtles, tmnebt, turtle tots (still unsure abt that one), dialogue written like a child, lying, extremely fluffy, but with a hint of angst

Warnings (if there's anything I should add here, tell me please!): nothing, why would i ever hurt kids :)

Words: 4,647

Summary: Leo finally gets to spend a day alone with his little brother, Mikey. When things go wrong, he decides to save himself. After all, what's so bad about a little lie?

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“Can grow to doo-ble the size in a few… h-owers…”

Leo held the small package he'd found close to his face, trying his best to read what the label said. Donnie had told him it was some kind of toy, but it just looked like a plastic whale to him. Mikey watched Leo from the bowl he was quickly outgrowing, listening intently to Leo's somewhat successful attempt at reading.

“Leave in a cup or bowl of wwwater and watch the magic!” Leo read triumphantly, holding the toy in front of him. The salamander looked over to his little brother. “We just need a cup or something to use it!”

“Wah'der!” Mikey noted wisely, bracing himself on the edge of the glass.

“Right!” Leo nodded, face turning pensive. “But I can't reach any of the cups or bowls in the kitchen, and Dad doesn't want me climbing on stuff anymore…”

“Waphie?” Mikey suggested.

“Raph's busy with Dad cooking dinner. Bo-ring.” Leo sighed. “And Donnie said he was studying today…”

“Hmm…” Mikey hummed, before his eyes lit up. “Bow’!” He squeaked, rocking his bowl side to side. “Bow’! A bow’!”

“No Mikey, we need a-” Leo caught on. “Oh, a bowl. You're a genius, Mikey!”

Mikey squeaked and squealed in response to the praise, wiggling what was left of his tail in the water. “Tank you.”

“Alright then, Mikester. You're gonna have to show off how good you are with those new legs.” Leo wrapped his arms around his baby brother's body, struggling for a moment to get a good grip with both of them having slippery skin, but he eventually hefted Mikey out of the bowl under his armpits and placed him on the stone floor. “This'll be a good oppa-tunity for you! You just gotta stay here while I fill up the bowl the rest of the way, okay?”

“Okie-dokie!” Mikey replied cheerfully, patting his newly grown hands on the floor. They had been fully developed for about a week, but he had yet to do much with them other than waving and clapping.

Taking Mikey's word without any doubt, Leo picked up the half filled bowl and carried it away to the nearby tunnel. Sure, he knew he wasn't supposed to go into the tunnels by himself. And sure, he knew he wasn't supposed to leave Mikey alone when they were playing. But Leo was a big boy! And so was Mikey! Mikey had all of his limbs now! That, Leo didn't exactly understand, because Leo always had all his limbs, just like Raph and Donnie. Mikey was just a ball with a tail and eyeballs. A tadpole, Donnie's voice reminded him. Now Mikey was a toadlet, which meant surely he was grown enough to be on his own for a few minutes.

It wasn't like Leo didn't like spending time with Mikey. He loved watching movies with him, coloring things with him, even chatting with him despite his more limited vocabulary. Mikey just… couldn't play a lot of the games Leo liked to play. Leo liked to move, and Mikey couldn't move a lot. Mikey couldn't play tag, or hide and seek, and he could only play Jupiter Jim if he was playing as Godfred, the Goldfish King. Even then, he was no fun to play with without his royal guards.

Today, Leo got to play with Mikey without supervision, a job usually reserved for his older brothers. It was a total breeze, he had found out, because Mikey was so stationary. Babies were boring, but they were easy.

Leo carried the bowl back, making sure to spill as little of the mildly murky sewer water he had collected as possible, and put it down right next to the toy he had left on the floor. Right next to the puddle where Mikey was sitting before.

Puddle?

“Boys! Come eat!”

“...spit.”

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Leo walked into the kitchen with a nervous smile on his face, finding that Raph and Donnie were already seated with food in front of them. Both plates were filled with vegetables and meat, and Splinter was preparing two more plates with more of the same.

“Hello, Blue,” Splinter greeted, glancing around Leo's sides. “Where is your brother? I thought he was with you.”

“H-he was! He just got reeeally tired,” Leo lied, swaying on his feet and swishing his tail slowly. “So I tucked him in bed. He was really, indubitably tired.”

“You don't even know what that word means, Leo.” Donnie glared right into Leo's soul, pushing his glasses up as Leo sat down next to him.

“Yes I do! I-it means Mikey was really super tired!”

“Purple, do not be rude to your brother,” Splinter scolded. “If Orange was tired, he should sleep. He is a growing boy. Thank you, Blue, for tucking him in. He can eat later, after he wakes up.” Splinter finished preparing a plate for himself, then sat down next to his sons and began eating. “Did you all enjoy yourselves today?”

Raphael nodded. “I showed Cheech how to beat up the practice dummy right! He wasn't too good at holdin’ Raph's sais though.”

“That is very kind of you, Red. I'm sure that Cheech will improve if you keep training him.” Splinter smiled kindly.

“He won't,” Donnie whispered, leaning into Leo's ear. “Teddy bears can't do ninjutsu.”

“I think Raph can teach him, Raph's good at teaching,” Leo whispered back.

“What about you, Purple?”

Donnie straightened his posture, his tail sticking straight up for a moment, straightening his glasses again. “I actually did some very helpful research using the encyclopedia that Dad found and the book on reptiles we got a while ago.” He looked around at his brothers. “I learned a lot about our different species. I looked pretty closely into toads and frogs so I could talk to Mikey about his current state, but apparently I can't, because he fell asleep at 6 pm.” Donnie side eyed Leo questioningly.

“You can tell him about what you learned tomorrow, Purple,” Splinter said. “I'm sure whatever he and Blue did today was exhausting, was it not?” He asked, redirecting the conversation to Leo.

“Oh yeah, for sure,” Leo agreed fervently. “Me and Mike were having so much fun. Like, Mikey was having sooo much fun, he literally passed out! And I put him in bed, like a good big brother!”

“He… passed out?” Raph asked worriedly.

“Yeah! Like, knocked out hard. Totally asleep. And I tucked him in good!”

“In his tub.” Donnie raised a drawn eyebrow.

“That's right!”

“Boys, there is no need to argue about this,” Splinter said with a strained smile as the brothers finished eating and put their plates away in the sink. “We should all be happy for Blue, who has proven himself as a big brother.”

“He's sure proving something, alright…” Donnie murmured with crossed arms. 

“You can spend a little more time up, but I want you to get to bed soon as well. Meanwhile, I will be taking this opportunity to take a nice, long shower.” Splinter shook his robed arms, showcasing the small clumps of fur gathering across his body. “This stuff gets oily way faster than you would expect.”

“Don't worry Pops!” Raph said, standing absurdly tall for a child of his age and swishing his unruly tail. “I'll check on Mike, then I'll make sure Leo and Don get to sleep too! You have my word!” Raph tried to hold up a military salute, but he caught his hand on his large jaws and hit his head backwards, tail and arms flailing to make sure he didn't fall. He looked distraught for a moment, before making a show of shaking off the pain to be strong for his dad.

Splinter sighed. “Thank you, Red.”

Leo straightened up, eyes widening as he saw his brothers going toward their room,  and dashed over to the sink to drop off his own plate so he could follow. Quickly, would be preferable. 

“Blue? May I speak with you?”

Spit.

Leo stood with the most relaxed posture he could muster as he faced his dad, leaning on the countertop behind him with one elbow. “Sure, Pops!”

Splinter kneeled down in front of the salamander. “I wanted to thank you for spending the day with your little brother. I know that he is still unable to do many of the things that you can, but it is good to hear that you included him in your games anyways.”

“Oh,” Leo said, losing his fake nonchalance for a moment. “It… it was no big deal, Dad.”

“I would say it was a big deal, Leonardo.” Splinter placed a paw on Leo's shoulder, smiling softly at his son. “Once Orange hits the growth spurt he is bound to, it will be much more difficult to keep you boys from bouncing off the walls. I am glad to know I can trust you to take care of your little brother.”

Leo's heart dropped in his chest with guilt, but he kept his outward appearance well enough. Internally, he was screaming to run away and stop his brothers from reaching the bedroom. “Of course, Dad. Mikey was actually really really super fun to hang with! Not boring at all! He actually was playing way more than me, and like, he was really cool and stuff. And fun to play with,” he added carefully.

Splinter stood up, cracking his back. “That is great to hear. Now-” he clapped his hands- “to wash the gunk out of this gross fur!” 

As soon as Splinter skipped away, Leo fumbled over his feet to rush to the bedroom. He kicked his tail a few times, but ignored it in his frenzy. His brothers were already there! It was over! He would never be trusted again! Not by Raph, not by Donnie (though who really cared about that), and most importantly, not by his dad!

When Leo got to the shared bedroom, he slid on the floor to turn in the doorway as fast as possible, only to find Raph terrifyingly close to Mikey's tank.

“WAIT!”

Both of his brothers looked up at him immediately. Donnie's glare from where he sat on his bed quickly changed from confused to exhausted. “And why, dear Nardo, would Raph need to wait?”

Leo hesitated. “Well, b-because-”

“No, Leo. You've been super suspicious ever since you came to dinner.” Donnie stood up, putting the book he had in his hands down.

“No I haven't!” Leo defended. “I don't even know what that means, so I can't be that.”

“It means you've been acting weird because you're hiding something!” Donnie accused.

“Am not!” Leo defended.

“Yes, you a-”

“Guys!” Raph whispered furiously, catching the other boys’ attention. “If you're gonna fight, do it quiet. Mikey's still asleep.” The oldest brother turned away, not being able to see the despaired expression on Leo's face, and approached Mikey's corner of the room where his small tank sat.

Donnie looked back at Leo with disdain. “Whatever you're hiding, you should just cough it up. Dad doesn't like liars.”

“Well that's great, cause I'm not lying. I'm like, the least liar-est person ever.”

“Uh, Donnie?” Raph asked quietly from his spot by the tank. “Didn't you say Mikey was supposed to mecha-morph-uh.. whatever?”

“Metamorphosis. It's the process through which a tadpole becomes a frog or toad. Commonly associated with frogs and butterflies, which come from caterpillars. And technically, the word would be ���metamorphose’, in this context.”

“I think he meta-morph-osed into a whale instead…”

Leo held his breath.

“What?” Donnie walked over to the tank, continuing to ramble. “No, he's supposed to metamorphose into a fire bellied toad, not a whale. There's no way that- GASP!” Donnie plunged his hand in the tank, coming back out with an unmistakable item. “You left his bowl in the tank?!”

“What?! I-I don't know how that got there, I swear!” Leo stammered, grabbing the hem of his shirt.

“You said you put Mikey to bed! Mikey isn't here, but his bowl is!” Donnie shouted. “You lied! You lost Mikey!”

“N-no I didn't!”

“Oh yeah? Then how did his bowl get here?”

Leo puffed his cheeks, fuming. “It wasn't even my fault! Mikey said I could use his bowl!”

Raph gasped this time, like a normal person. “You really lost Mikey?”

Leo's anger faltered at the sad face on his big brother. The reality of the situation was finally settling in. “I-I didn't mean to. I just went in the tunnel for one second-”

“You went in the tunnels?!” Raph screamed.

Leo winced. “It was just for like a second, and nothing even happened!”

“Clearly, something did happen,” Donnie interjected, putting the bowl down. “You. Lost. Mikey!”

“I did not! Mikey said-”

“GUYS!” Raph slammed his tail on the ground, scaring his brothers into attention. “Right now, Raph's gonna ignore all the rules you broke. We don't need to fight about who to blame, because Mikey is missing. He could be in danger, or worse, already hurt. We need to find him before Dad finds out.” Raph stepped closer to Leo. “Now, where did you lose Mikey?”

“I didn't lose hi-”

“Mikey was under your supervision. Now he's gone. You lost Mikey,” Donnie said sternly. “Where did you lose him?”

Leo stared down at his feet, then sighed heavily. “It was right by the tunnel entrance, by the toy room. When I came-d back in, there was just a puddle where he was sitting before.”

“A puddle?” Donnie asked.

“Yeah, that's what I just said,” Leo groaned.

“No, that could be a clue. Show us where the puddle was,” Raph urged.

“Uh, okay.” Leo turned around and walked down the hall with his brothers in tow. He couldn't help but feel their eyes glaring into his back, judging him. Hating him for lying. For putting his baby brother in danger.

Maybe he wasn't a good big brother like Dad had said. Mikey was the only little brother he had. How did he screw that up?

They reached the end of the hall, and Leo was surprised to see a little bit of dampness still on the floor, even after almost an hour. “He was right here,” he said, crouching down to look.

“Hm,” Donnie hummed, crouching down as well. “Just as I thought.” He put a finger in the spot on the ground, surprising his brothers when his hand came up with something slimy. “Mikey didn't just leave the water from his bowl, he also left mucous.”

“Mucous? Like, he snotted everywhere?” Raph questioned.

“No, it's not snot. It's mucous. Many frogs and toads produce mucous with glands on their skin that helps keep it moist. In some, it also helps them breathe through their skin,” Donnie explained.

“So, Mikey left his skin snot on the floor,” Leo gathered.

“No. It's mucous, not snot.”

“Hey, look!” Raph pointed to another spot on the floor. “More snot!”

“Follow it!” Leo said, running over to the spot and searching for more.

Donnie pinched the bridge of his snout. “Again, not snot, but okay, we have a lead.”

“Why's it in spots, and not, like, little froggy footprints?” Raph asked, following as Leo spotted more spots.

“It's possible that Mikey figured out how to hop,” Donnie said.

“Ha! So this was worth it!” Leo said, pumping a fist. “I taught Mikey how to hop!”

“Or, you taught him how to hop off a cliff and die. Or hop right into a human's home,” Donnie replied.

“Donnie…” Raph whispered.

Leo didn't respond, instead choosing to keep following the spots. There were a few he saw on the walls, which he noted curiously. They traveled all throughout the lair, slowly becoming more recent. Eventually, the brothers found a place where they entered a door.

The bathroom door, where soft singing could be heard on the other side.

“Aw, spit.”

Raph elbowed Leo's shoulder. “Dad said you shouldn't say that anymore.”

“Why? It's not a bad word. I can say it all I want! Spit, spit, spit-”

“Guys,” Donnie said, “let's worry more about the mucous going into the room where Dad is showering.”

“Oh, right.”

The trio opened the door slowly, getting facefuls of steam that fogged up Donnie's glasses, causing him to back out. Leo and Raph stuck their heads in, surveying the area. Splinter's operatic singing filled their ears, making them wince. However, in the midst of the steam filled bathroom, they spotted what they were looking for.

Mikey was perched on the edge of the sink, looking at the closed shower curtain with wide eyes.

“Mikey!” Leo whispered, getting Mikey's attention and drawing his eyes. “Hey Angelo! Come here, come to Leo!” He held his hands out, beckoning.

Mikey squeaked softly, waving at Leo, then pointing at the shower.

“Nonono, don't go there buddy, hop over here!”

Mikey grinned, then readied himself to jump straight at the curtain.

“MIKEY!”

The clattering of metal and screams of the boys cut off Splinter's singing, as Mikey hopped right onto the curtain and pulled the curtain rod down. Raph pushed past Leo into the room, catching Mikey before he fell to the floor with the curtain.

Splinter, despite being covered with soaked fur, tried to cover himself and turned the shower off. “Boys!? What is the meaning of this?!”

Raph fumbled to keep Mikey in his arms. “Sorry, Pops! Mikey was just-”

Mikey turned around in Raph's arms, reaching out to Splinter. “Hi Daddy!”

“Orange? What are you doing awake?”

“He, uh, he woke up!” Leo said, pushing in front of Raph. “We had to follow him here.”

“Follow him?” Splinter raised an eyebrow.

Raph looked at Leo, unsure.

“Yes?” Leo said nervously.

They all stood still, Leo patting his toe on the floor. He couldn't tell if he was sweating of fear, or if it was just the steam in the room. The tension felt as thick as the steam filled air.

“LEO LOST MIKEY!”

“What?!”

“DONNIE, YOU SNITCH! I DID NOT!”

“YES YOU DID! AND YOU LIED! LEO LIED!” Donnie screamed from outside the room.

“Donnie! Stop being mean to Leo!” Raph said, struggling to keep a hold on the boy in his arms. Mikey wriggled around, bracing his feet on Raph's chest and hopping off, sending himself flying into Splinter's arms while also hitting Raph's jaws shut with a clack and nearly sending Raph falling backwards.

“Orange!” Splinter caught Mikey deftly, checking him over. Then, he looked back up to his other sons. More specifically, at the one who had just been basically slapped by his own jaw. “Red, are you okay?”

Raph grunted, but nodded slowly as he held his snout.

“Good. That was very rude of you, Orange,” he said to the son in his arms. “What do you say?”

“I'm sowwy, Waphie…” Mikey mumbled with innocent eyes. Raph gave a weak thumbs up in response.

“Good job. I'm very proud of you for learning how to jump.” Splinter looked at Leo, who physically shrank.

“I-I swear, I didn't meanta lose him. We were just playing, a-and he said-”

“He can tell me what he said.”

Leo felt tears trying to force their way out behind his eyes.

Splinter sighed, dropping his shoulders. “Red,” he addressed, “make sure your brothers get to bed. With no screens,” he said, shooting a glare at the door.

“I would never!” Donnie scoffed from outside.

“I will come to tuck you in as soon as I am done with my shower. I have a feeling that Orange won't let me go without giving him a good bath, too,” he added, causing Mikey to squeak and laugh in his hold.

“No problem, Pops,” Raph said, walking toward the door.

Leo blinked, confused. Where was his scolding? Where was his slap on the wrist? This couldn't possibly be that bad, right? “B-but I-”

“Go to bed, Leonardo.”

Leo shut up fast, swallowing all of his tears and excuses. He followed Raph glumly out of the bathroom, closing the door behind him. Raph was standing outside with a concerned look on his face, while Donnie wore a smirk.

“I told you Dad doesn't like liars.”

Leo walked past, trying to get to the bedroom with as little eye contact as possible. Raph reached to grab his shoulder, but he shrugged it off and walked faster. Donnie's words echoed in his head.

Dad didn't like liars. Leo was a liar. Dad was the one that took care of them.

He could kick Leo out.

He'd have to live in the tunnels. Or maybe, Dad wouldn't let him live in the tunnels. He'd have to live on the surface, with the humans. The humans who wanted to catch him. Who wanted to pull him apart to see what he was made of and then piece him back together to see what he could do. He would die without his dad. He didn't want to live without his dad. Without his brothers. Without Mikey. Because he did love Mikey, even if he lied. At least he thought so.

Maybe Dad wouldn't care now. Maybe Dad didn't love him now. Leo was a liar. Dad doesn't like liars. Why would he?

Leo flopped into his bed as soon as he reached it, pulling the covers over himself and turning in to face the wall. Raph attempted to talk to him, but Leo only curled up tighter, pulling his tail up so far he could see it in front of his face.

Eventually, Raph gave up. Leo heard him softly scolding Donnie, but tried to ignore it as silent tears fell off his cheeks.

Just when he thought he was about to fall asleep, Leo heard the bedroom door opening. He wiped his face and turned slightly, seeing Splinter walk first to Donnie's bed, then to Raph's, before finally coming toward Leo's.

He noticed Mikey sitting in the doorway, who waved when he caught Leo's eyes. Leo waved back slowly.

Splinter kneeled by Leo's bedside, just like he would any other night to tuck him in. Usually, this would bring Leo warmth and comfort, reminding him that his father loved him. This time, Leo couldn't fight the sense of dread that filled his chest, making it feel like he was breathing something heavier than air. He wasn't getting tucked in. He didn't deserve that anymore. He was a liar.

Dad doesn't like liars. 

His father's eyes seemed to see right through him. “I am very upset with you, Leonardo.”

Leo tensed, but kept looking at Splinter.

“I am not upset that you lost track of your brother. You are a child, and I cannot expect you to be perfect. Do you know why I am upset?”

Leo nodded slowly, then mumbled, “Because I lied…”

“Exactly. It is because you lied. You could have told me as soon as it happened, and I would have helped you look for him. Instead, you lied and put your brother at even more risk. You could have fessed up when I saw Michelangelo in the bathroom. But yet, you still didn't. You didn't admit to your own fault. It took Donatello telling me for you to finally confess. And even then, you tried to rid yourself of all guilt.”

Leo sniffed, tearing up again. “Are you gonna kick me out?”

Splinter's eyebrows raised in shock. “What? No, I will not kick you out. Why would I ever do something so horrible?”

Something shattered.

“But… but I lied! I hurt Mikey! I-I'm a bad brother!” Leo's tears started flowing openly.

“No, no, Blue, you are okay. Shh…” Splinter rubbed his hand across Leo's face, wiping a tear away.

Leo sniffled and hiccuped, holding onto the back of Splinter's hand and softly sobbing. “I'm sorry, Dad, I-I didn't want to…”

Splinter rubbed his son's cheek, hushing him quietly. “I know. But that does not change what you did.” He looked deeply into his son's eyes, ensuring he had his full attention. “I forgive you, but this cannot go without punishment. I will not kick you out, and I never would. You are my son. Instead, you will be grounded for a month.”

Leo whined, but nodded. “Okay…”

“However, I believe that taking away the things that bring you joy will not make you learn the lesson that you need to learn. That is why, during this month, you will not be disallowed from doing anything in our home. Do you understand that?”

Leo nodded.

“The only caveat is that you must spend the entire month with your brother, Michelangelo. You will only do things that he wants to do. You will not plant ideas in his head or put words in his mouth. You will only do things that he says he wants to do. If he ever wants to spend time away from you, you will spend that time with me. Do you understand?”

“Mhm.” Leo nodded again.

“Perfect.” Splinter smiled. “I forgive you for this, and I hope that through this grounding period you can regain my trust.”

Leo smiled as well and nodded one last time, wiping one last tear with the heel of his hand. “I hope so too.”

Splinter turned to the doorway and waved Mikey over with his hand. Mikey grinned and hopped over, much quicker than Leo had expected. He stopped at Leo's bedside, slowly using the bed to brace himself as he stood up on shaky legs, then looked at his father.

“Tell Blue what you told me, Orange.”

Mikey wobbled for a second, then looked up at Leo. “I, um, I'm sowwy I went away when you said not go away. And I'm sowwy, um, I jumped at Daddy when you said not to do… And, um, I wwwanted to s'eep in a big boy bed tonight, cause imma big boy now, but I don't got a big boy bed, can I s’eep wi’ you.” Mikey finished the sentence like a statement, not a question, but his intention was clear.

Leo looked for just a second at his dad, who nodded encouragingly, before looking back at his little brother. “Sure, Mike. Hop on up here.”

Mikey did just that, with more force than Leo had expected. “Wow, Angelo, you've really got good legs now!” Leo said, catching Mikey in his arms and helping tuck him into the blankets. Meanwhile, Splinter walked to Mikey's tank and came back with his bowl and a towel.

“Alright, boys. Orange, your bowl will be right here if you need to soak, and your tank will be there if you want it.” Splinter pulled the blanket up, kissing each boy on the forehead. He cringed and wiped his lips after kissing Mikey, making the boy squeak and giggle. “Sleep well, my big boys. I am so proud of you, and I love you.”

“Love you too, Dad,” both boys chorused. Mikey snuggled into Leo's chest, letting Leo hold him like a stuffed animal. Leo only flinched for a moment at the slimy feeling of Mikey's skin (mucous, not snot).

Splinter walked out of the room, and it was barely even 20 seconds after he heard the door close that Leo heard a whisper coming from beside him.

“I'm sowwy, ‘eo,” Mikey murmured.

Leo looked down at his brother, confused. “You already said sorry. You don't gotta say it again.”

“But I said sowwy then cause Dad said,” Mikey explained. “Now, I said sowwy cause Mikey said.”

“Oh.” Leo settled back in, putting his chin on Mikey's head. “Well, I'm really sorry too. And that's cause Leo said,” he added, smirking.

Mikey giggled and squeezed Leo tightly, wiggling beneath the sheets. In a matter of minutes, the young amphibian had completely fallen asleep, slightly drooling on Leo's pillow. He didn't mind.

Leo grabbed onto Mikey and closed his eyes as well.

He never wanted to let go again.

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Did I tell myself I would write au comp propaganda? Yes. Did I write a fic about an au completely unrelated to the comp? Yes, and I'm not sorry. I figured since another round finished up today, why not post something?

For real, I've had some insane art block recently, and writing has been keeping me sane. I tried writing propaganda, hated it, then realized, you know what makes me feel better every time? Turtle tots.

In this case, everything-but-turtle tots.

Shoutout to @rufwooff for making one of the most serotonin filled aus I've seen in a while, and fueling my exhaustion-induced writing spree. And go check out @tmntaucompetition! We're getting closer to the end! AAH!

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part 0.05. intros.

NOW SEEING: PROFESSIONAL TEA GOSSIPERS

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extras <3

no long descriptions this time!! this'll be a shorter, big emphasis on blended (smau and lots of written parts) work, around 10 chapters <33

everyone in the professional tea gossipers works in a sort of advisor job. iwaizumi is an athletic trainer, akaashi and y/n are both counseling psychologists (basically what you think of when you think of when you think therapist, but the actual name for their job is counseling psychologist as opposed to a clinical psychologist), and kita is a case/social worker for a nearby high school

thank you to @/nectardaddy for being a big influence for literally all of kita <3 (sadly cannot tag u because of the tag limit </3) go check out 88 ford by them!! (this is a threat)

y/n made kita's twitter, including his bio which was lowkey a joke but he looked at it and took it seriously, thinking to himself "yeah. that's a good reminder." so he never changed it

iwaizumi loves his gc okay <3 and he felt a little bad for knocking over and killing sawtooth blade l and as an apology he paid for sawtooth blade ll </3

the best way i can describe iwaizumi and his personality is that he's like omi in this fic if he was capable of expressing his emotions in a healthy way. "healthy way" in question being iwa's tactic of sending passive aggressive texts towards his friends who are already used to it and know most of the time his jabs are light hearted (for them. for iwa, it's his way of getting his anger out a little at a time. sometimes he means it when he says "idgaf" but they don't know that) rather than just shoving it all down like omi is <3

y/n has a ton of plants in her office! she prizes herself on having a very cozy place with lots of greenery. she likes to claim that having so much life in a room helps boost her clients' moods. akaashi says it doesn't work that way but what does he know

akaashi and y/n both are independent psychologists, their work is a private practice instead of being under a company, and they work in different offices/buildings but the entire gc is rooming together in one apartment

y/n was close friends with omi up until around their first year in high school where she also got a little close to atsumu. but then she drifted from omi and didn't see or talk to atsumu either as a result

she thinks her and omi got distance because she was going through a lot during high school and he just didn't want to be around that

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Having just taken a shower, you laid in your bed, hand outstretched infront of you, staring up at the ceiling. You sighed, feeling completely bored out of your mind and a sexually pent up. Normally, you'd just masturbate and call it a day, but you didn't feeling like it.

No, not when you had a complete hunk of a man sitting in another room down the hall. Yaga Masamichi, your lover, was currently stationed in the home office, diligently typing away on his computer, trying to finish the reports he didn't get to yesterday, while he was at work.

Though you were off work yesterday and spent all day running errands, you offered to help him complete any remaining tasks he had left. However this time, he was adamant about doing this himself, telling you how he quote, "feels bad because you're always the one that ends up writing most of his reports". Not that you minded at all, which is why you volunteered to do so in the first place. You had written so many reports from your time at Jujustu Tech to the point where you'd practically become a master at the craft so really, helping out was not problem at all. Guess Masamichi thought otherwise.

You heaved a deep sigh once again, rolling over in the bed, racking your brain, contemplating what you should do. Just then, you felt as if a light had clicked on over your head, and a devilish smirk tainted your features.

'What if I pay him a visit? He wouldn't mind, would he?' You voiced internally, all the while getting out of bed and walking over to the dresser.

Sifting through your underwear drawer, you tried to locate a pair of cute panties for your "visit". 'This'll do the trick,' You thought, fishing out a lacy thong, one that you knew he liked, not only because it was cute, but it highlighted the features of your ass perfectly, another thing he liked. Yaga Masamichi, was without a doubt, an ass man. Not only because of the vibe be gave off, but solidified by the fact that he loved hitting it from the back.

So of course, it was a no-brainer. You'd get him to succumb to your desires. Slipping out of the towel you were in, you tossed it to the side and slipped on the lacy garment. Turning around, you eyed yourself in the mirror, admiring the view.

"Damn, no wonder this is one of his favorites, it looks so good on me," you concluded, placing a finger on your lip as you continued to admire yourself. This was enough, you thought, not even bothering to put on a shirt, much less a bra. What's the point? You were just going to end up taking it off anyway.

Exiting your shared bedroom, you walked a few paces down the hall, lightly knocking on the office's door. Not that he would mind if you were to barge in, but it was just something you did by habit.

"Come in," He said almost instantaneously, the rapid clicks of the keyboard could be heard from the hall.

You opened the door and left it slightly ajar, peeking your head in.

"Hey," You started, glancing at this figure, "Mind if I keep you company?" You inquired, hoping he wouldn't.

"Not at all sweetheart, you know you're always welcome," Yaga reassures, eyes glued to the screen infront of him.

You smile at his words and reply with a giddy "okay", stepping into the room. You pulled a stool to sit on too, stationing yourself a respectable but close distance away, facing him.

From his peripheral he could see you perched on the seat, one leg crossed over the other and basically naked— clad in only a thong. Nothing new if he was being honest, he knew you liked to lounge in the apartment nude or with very little clothes so naturally, he didn't bat an eye. You did like to wear skimpy clothing after all, so it wasn't the least bit surprising.

Settling your gaze on him, you admired his tan skin and contours of his body. He was shirtless, dressed in a pair of cotton, plaid printed pajama pants. And oh, how grateful you were for that, it made your job of gawking at his brawny frame easier. From this angle, the outline of his abdominals and muscular back were visible, the one you loved to scratch while he was pounding into you mercilessly. God, just the thought of taking him had you almost salivating.

You shook your head, snapping out of your daydream. Instead of fueling your fantasies further, you opted to scan the room instead. It was a simple room, really. Framed photos and art hung up, clock mounted on the wall, a bookshelf, filing cabinet and the large wooden desk Yaga was at. Nothing to pique your interest.

Speaking of him, there he was, transfixed on the monitor infront of him, eyes scanning the screen. Fingers pressing down on the keys, endless sounds of clacking of the keyboard filled the room. The occasional click of the mouse could heard as he moved onto the next section.

You huffed, resting an elbow on your thigh, placing your chin in your palm, slouching over on the stool. There he was, your partner, completely entranced in the work infront if him. No signs of stopping anytime soon either.

You reach before you, poking at his cheek, "Not to be a bother, but how much longer until you're finished?" You asked, retracting your index finger from his face before poking him several more times.

Not phased by your antics as he was already used to them, he calmly replied, "Not much longer, I have this and another write up, then I'll be done."

Great. You'd thought that maybe you could be patient but it was starting to prove difficult.

You puffed your cheeks, "Alright, I'm just started to get bored," You answer.

"I know Baby, I am too. But I'd prefer to finish these today, before I get bombarded with more."

"I could always help. You already know I don't mind," You reminded him, hoping that it would do the trick.

It didn't.

"I feel like you always end up doing them. I don't want to depend on you so much." If that's how he felt, you guessed there wasn't a point to pry anymore.

You moved your hand from its place on his cheek, trailing down to his neck and caressesing on of his broad shoulders. The ones you loved oh so much.

"But I'm hornyyy," you whined, "I need to touch you," you concluded, pulling your arm back to you, staring at him once again.

He let out and exasperated sigh, "If you're really feeling that clingy, I guess you could sit on my lap,"

You perk up, practically jumping at his suggestion. But instead of sitting on his lap, you choose to straddle him instead, settling your thighs over his thick ones.

"What's this for?" He asks, looking down at you and raising a brow at your actions.

"What do you mean, I'm sitting, just like you said to," You replied, rolling your eyes dramatically. You had done this on purpose, knowing that it would be easier to tease him this way.

"If you say so," He accepts your obvious avoidance, getting back to his task.

Seeing as he's occupied once again, you shift from the position you were originally in, smirk displayed of your lips. Adjusting your clothed mound, you began to rub yourself on his crotch. You started off gently, then gradually speeding up the pace. Feeling your clit directly brush against his hardening buldge, you let out an 'oh,' throwing your head back in pleasure and securing your arms on his chiseled chest.

He knew what you were up to, catching onto the little game you were playing. And clearly, you were enjoying yourself. If you going to be like this, then he was going to do the same.

He reciprocated your actions, rubbing your core with his crotch in a languid manner. Matching your pace, he started to lightly thrust upwards, trying to get a reaction out of you. And he did. Sensing him getting harder by the second, you let a small, muffled moan. You slouch over him, and he stops his stops his teasing.

"What do you think you're doing?" He spoke up, and you pause your movements.

You internally roll your eyes. Like he wasn't doing the same...

"What, this?" You reply with faux innocence, trying your best to play dumb. At the same time you continue your ministrations, pressing against him harder.

He lets out a low grunt, "Baby, I can't concentrate if you keep this is up. You're such a tease and you know it," He murmurs that last statement, calloused hand trailing up and down the side of your body.

"Please, I need your cock," You whine in his ear, "But if you're really that busy, I can leave and we can continue this later," your eyes meet his, staring keenly at his brown pupils.

"Later? No way. Not after you have me like this," he leans in, whispering in your ear. He grabs your delicate hand, slipping it into his pants and placing it on his hard-on which you could feel over his boxers.

You gasp although you percieve him under your covered pussy, it felt better under less fabric. You wanted him inside you so badly.

You bit your lip before formulating a response, "Why don't we do something about it, then? You work, I'll ride you," You proposed in a sultry tone.

"You sure?"

"Oh, yes. Please Masamichi, I need you inside me," You pleaded, desperate for him, pulling your thong to the side.

"Well how can I say no if you're asking so nicely?" Your eyes basically gleam at his words. He slightly lifts his hips, slipping his pajamas and boxers down, discarding and leaving them on the floor. His erect member springs from the confines of his underwear, standing between his legs.

Snaking a hand below, you toyed with his tip that had started to leak pre cum. It was sensitive, you could tell by the way the man let out a small gasp from your touch. Securing a grip around the base, you grabbed the shaft and stroked it against your pussy that was leaking arousal.

"You ready?" He inquired, and you gave him a firm nod in response. Not having done any prep, you lubricated his dick with your slick that pooled in your core once more.

He gave into you, aligning his now throbing cock to your sopping hole. You slowly lowered yourself onto his length, slightly grimacing and furrowing your brows at the stretch. It was no surprise, he was girthy. Even after countless times, you still weren't used to the size.

Trying to not obstruct his view, you nestle to the side of him and gripped his biceps for support as you moved up and down.

It felt so good. The sensation of his girth stroking your gummy walls as it shifted in and out of your tight cunt. Slowly riding him, feeling his length stretch you out. You tried your best to suppress your moans as being ontop of him was distracting enough, but you couldn't help it. You let out tiny, soft whimpers in his ear.

Shit. It was all too much.The cute moans you released, the lewd sounds your pussy was making for him, the feeling of your velvet walls so snug around him and you bouncing on his cock. There was no way he could be productive like this. You were too distracting.

'This could be done later,' He concluded, reluctantly closing the laptop and putting it off to the side.

You're too focused on basking the feeling of his girth pumping into you to notice that he had stopped working, drooling at the feeling.

Yaga begins plant a tender succesion of kisses up your neck them lightly nibbling on your earlobe. All the while simultaneously massaging the curves of your body. From your waist to the small of your back, and down to the fat of your ass.

His touch so electrifying on your skin, you pull your head that is buried in his neck to meet his gaze with your, half-lidded, lust filled eyes. Cupping the sides of his face, you pull him in for a hungry, hot, sloppy kiss, securing your arms around his thick neck. He meets your lips with equal passion, matching your rapid pace, thrusting into you with roughly and you suddenly pull away, arching at the added pleasure.

He leans back into your figure, but this time, he dips his face into the valley of your breasts, licking and sucking at your left nipple, while kneading your right breast with a hand, rubbing your nipple with the pads of his fingers before pinching it. This only causes you to moan loudly, delighted in the stimulation that your lover was giving you.

After a few more deep thrusts, you could feel his start to get a bit erratic, meaning that he was close— and so were you.

"Mm.. Masamichi, I think I'm getting close," You expressed, punctuating your words with a sensual moan.

"I am too, Baby, let's cum together," He replied, groaning lightly, and trying to stroke himself into you deeper, cockhead kissing your cervix. You sped up your movements aswell, sounds of your skin slapping against eachother filling the room's atmosphere.

"Shit– I'm coming," He announced and suddenly, you could feel the thick, warm ropes of cum coating your insides. You released almost immediately after him, creaming and coating on his cock that was still sheathed inside you.

As you both came down from your highs, the two of you panted in sync. Your knees started to feel weak too, and held onto him by his strong shoulders, trying to catch your breath once again.

Once you did, he asked you, "are you up for another round?"

divider creds. - @kyejiz

Might edit this later, I'm too lazy to do that rn lol.