#Digital pet device

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#SquareEnix X #BandaiSega

#BATTLEPETS

(Digital Pets / Tamagatchi)

This SquareEnix X BandaiSega ‘BattlePets’ framework builds on the legacy of Tamagotchi, Digimon, and Sega’s handheld innovations, blending Final Fantasy, Kingdom Hearts, and Legends of Mana creature dynamics into an interactive digital pet battle system.

1. Device Concept & Features

The BattlePets Digital Pet Device will resemble a fusion of Tamagotchi/Digivice & Sega’s Swan handheld, with modern functionality and nostalgia-driven elements:

📟 Hardware & Design:

Compact, ergonomic form inspired by Sega’s Swan, with a sleek, futuristic fantasy aesthetic.

Multiple models:

Classic model → 8-bit display for a retro experience.

Advanced model → Full-color LCD touchscreen.

Charging & Connectivity:

USB-C & reverse compatibility with Android.

HDMI-out for TV compatibility.

Wi-Fi & Bluetooth enabled for updates, cloud saving, and remote battles.

Device Link Port for direct 1v1 battles and trading.

Multi-Function Buttons & Touchscreen:

Classic D-pad & four-button layout for manual control.

Touch-enabled interactions for feeding, training, and petting.

Haptic Feedback & Adaptive Sound → Responsive vibrations & sound effects based on interactions.

Wearable Integration → Sync with smartwatches & mobile devices for push notifications & remote monitoring.

2. Game Mechanics & Gameplay

🌟 Digital Pet System:

Players start with a starter pet, caring for it through feeding, training, battles, and exploration to evolve & unlock legendary forms.

Evolution Paths:

Friendship-Based Evolution (nurturing & bonding).

Combat-Based Evolution (training & battles).

Item-Based Evolution (requiring special in-game artifacts).

Alignment-Based Evolution (Light, Neutral, or Dark).

Stats & Growth System

HP (Hit Points)

MP (Magic Points)

Strength

Defense

Agility

Affinity (Light/Dark/Neutral)

Special Ability Meter (Gauge fills for ultimate attacks).

Training & Mini-Games

Reflex-based mini-games to boost speed & agility.

Strength training through timed button presses.

Mental challenges like puzzles to increase intelligence & magic.

Affinity System

Light Alignment → Higher healing, defensive buffs, support magic.

Neutral Alignment → Balanced stats, versatile skillsets.

Dark Alignment → Higher attack power, status effects, debuffs.

3. Battle System

Battles function via turn-based RPG combat with real-time reaction mechanics similar to Final Fantasy ATB.

1v1 Battles (Direct Device Link or Online Mode).

Team Battles (2v2 or 3v3 formats).

Raid Battles (Team up with friends against giant enemies).

Summoning Mechanic → Unlock Summons like Ifrit, Shiva, or Bahamut through training.

4. Pet Roster & Evolutions

Starter Pets & Their Evolutions

Chocobo → Racing Chocobo → Golden Chocobo

Mog → Elder Mog → Moogle King

Tomberry → Tomberry Assassin → Tomberry King

Cactuar → Jumbo Cactuar → Legendary Cactuar

Harpie Babe → Wind Harpie → Sky Empress

Cerberus Pup → Twin-Headed Hellhound → Cerberus

Mimic Chest → Trapped Mimic → Treasure Golem

Toad Prince → Frog Monarch → Mystic Sage

White Mage Bunny → Holy Priest Rabbit → Archmage Lamb

Black Mage Goat → Dark Sorcerer Goat → Warlock Ram

Dragon Wyrm → Ancient Wyrm → Divine Wyrm

5. Multiplayer & Community Features

PvP Ranked Battles & seasonal events.

Cross-Platform Integration → Sync data with mobile apps & PlayStation/Switch/Xbox.

Tournaments & Leaderboards.

Guild & Party System → Players team up to train & fight together.

6. Special Limited Edition Devices

To celebrate different franchises, SquareEnix & BandaiSega will release limited edition models, such as:

Final Fantasy Edition → Styled like a Grimoire or Materia Orb.

Kingdom Hearts Edition → Keyblade-inspired design with keyhole buttons.

Darkstalkers Edition → Featuring glowing gothic runes.

Parasite Eve Edition → Featuring a biomechanical horror aesthetic.

Below is a stat and classification chart for each of the Battle Pets mentioned: Celestial Hare Jack, Four Harpie Variants, Ifrit Cerberus Pup, Aetheris (Oracle Sprite), and Lamb White Mage. Each entry includes type, class, alignment, profession, weapon proficiency, and numerical metrics for their core stats. The stat ranges here are on a 1–100 scale, with higher values indicating greater aptitude in that area.

Key to Stat Abbreviations

HP – Hit Points (overall health and resilience)

MP – Magic Points (capacity for spells and special abilities)

STR – Strength (physical power)

DEF – Defense (physical and magical resistance)

AGI – Agility (speed, reflexes, and evasion)

INT – Intelligence (magical power, skill usage, strategy)

LCK – Luck (critical hits, item drops, random events)

1. Celestial Hare Jack

Notes:

Signature Move: Lunar Hurdle – leaps into the air, dropping glowing crescent daggers.

Passive Ability: Moonlit Shuffle – gains a small agility and luck buff at night.

2. Harpie Variants

Four harpies, each with a distinct alignment and slight variations in class and stats.

2A. Harpie Babe (Light Alignment)

Notes:

Signature Move: Soothing Gale – heals allies and knocks back enemies.

Passive Ability: Benevolent Breeze – slight regen over time for nearby allies.

2B. Storm Harpie (Neutral Alignment)

Notes:

Signature Move: Thunder Dive – plunges from the sky, unleashing a lightning shockwave.

Passive Ability: Storm Channel – chance to paralyze attackers who strike it.

2C. Eclipse Harpie (Dark Alignment)

Notes:

Signature Move: Lunar Eclipse Slash – channels dark moon energy into a slicing projectile.

Passive Ability: Umbral Veil – brief invisibility when in darkness.

2D. Harpie Babe (Wild/Chaotic Neutral)

(If you wanted a fourth alignment variant beyond Light/Neutral/Dark, here’s a “Wild” or “Chaotic Neutral” approach.)

Notes:

Signature Move: Tempest Fury – unleashes a random storm effect (lightning, wind push, or hail).

Passive Ability: Reckless Gale – chance to do extra damage but also take self-inflicted recoil.

3. Ifrit Cerberus Pup

Notes:

Signature Move: Cerberus Blaze – multi-headed fire attack hitting multiple targets.

Passive Ability: Heatwave Pup – deals small burn damage to close-range attackers.

4. Aetheris (Oracle Sprite)

Notes:

Signature Move: Omni-Insight – reveals enemy weaknesses, grants party buffs.

Passive Ability: Data-Ward – chance to negate or absorb magical attacks.

5. Lamb White Mage

Notes:

Signature Move: Woolen Miracle – powerful group heal plus status cleanse.

Passive Ability: Serene Aura – reduces chance of status ailments for nearby allies.

Final Thoughts & Usage

These stats can be tweaked for balance or evolution stages (e.g., baby, adult, ultimate forms).

Alignments influence evolution paths and battle synergy with certain classes or realms.

Signature Moves & Passive Abilities can evolve or unlock at higher levels.

(+Feels)

📟

Main Menu Interface (Navigation between options like Pet Care, Battle, Training, etc.)

Battle UI (Health bars, move selection, action animations)

Pet Status Screen (Stats, evolution progress, happiness meter)

Adventure Mode UI (Maze exploration, item collection)

Customization Options (Color schemes, accessories, pet skins)

Absolutely! The SquareEnix X BandaiSega BattlePets Digital Device would function similarly to Tamagotchi/Digimon but with modernized Sega Dreamcast/ Swan-style handheld enhancements. It would include various gameplay options, stat tracking, battle mechanics, and multiplayer connectivity for a fully immersive pet-training and battling experience.

🎮 Device Buttons & Functions:

The device has a compact button layout inspired by Tamagotchi/Digimon but enhanced for adventure-style gameplay.

🔘 Button Layout:

D-Pad (4-Directional Input)

Move through menus

Navigate in adventure/maze mode

Control pet actions in battle

A Button (Confirm/Select)

Select menu options

Interact with pets

Confirm battle commands

B Button (Back/Cancel)

Return to previous menu

Cancel battle selections

C Button (Quick Access)

Opens Pet Profile & Stats

Quick toggles for Sleep, Pause, and Training

Start Button (Main Menu)

Opens the main function menu

Allows upload/download of data

Syncs with online multiplayer

Mode Button (Cycle Through Features)

Switch between adventure mode, training, battle, care functions

Customize pet interactions

L/R Buttons (Special Functions)

L: Use Item / Special Move

R: Quick Save / Freeze Pet (stasis mode)

🕹️ Gameplay Functions & Menus:

📜 1. Pet Care Menu:

🍼 Feed Menu: Choose from different food types

Standard: Restores hunger but basic growth

Specialty Foods: Boost specific stats (strength, agility, intelligence)

Magic Elixirs: Evolve pet faster or grant rare forms

💤 Sleep Button:

Puts your pet to sleep, restores energy

Essential for evolutions and growth

If ignored, pet can get sick!

🚽 Toilet Button:

Clean up after your pet to prevent sickness

Ignoring it can affect happiness levels

💊 Medicine Button:

Heals sick pets

Removes battle fatigue or negative status effects

⚔️ 2. Battle Mode (PvE & PvP):

👾 PvE Training Battles:

Fight NPC-controlled enemies for experience

Earn items, unlock evolutions

⚡ PvP Battles (Multiplayer):

Connect two devices for local battles

Online matchmaking for ranked tournaments

🛡️ Battle Commands:

Attack: Standard move

Special Move: Unique ability based on pet type

Defend: Reduce damage

Use Item: Healing, buffs, debuffs

Flee: Escape a difficult battle

🏋️‍♂️ 3. Training Mode (Stat Growth):

Agility Training (Obstacle Course)

Strength Training (Mini Games)

Magic Training (Puzzle-Based)

Endurance Training (Time-Based Reflex Games)

Training improves stats and influences evolution paths.

🌀 4. Adventure Mode (Maze Exploration - Similar to Monster Rancher)

Explore dungeons & mystical realms

Find rare items, secret pets, and lore-based quests

Some pets evolve based on locations discovered

Hidden mini-bosses & rare pet encounters

⏳ 5. Stasis Mode (Freezing & Uploading)

Freeze Pet: Pauses growth for later use

Upload/Download Pet Data:

Sync pet to multiplayer arenas

Save pet to cloud storage for transferring between devices

Share data with future game expansions

🖥️ 6. Digital Evolution & Customization

Pets can evolve into advanced forms based on care, battles, and exploration

Customization options: Accessories, color palettes, element affinities

🌍 Connectivity & Multiplayer Features

🔗 Merge two devices for co-op play

📡 Online Battle League & Ranked Tournaments

📲 Bluetooth Sync to Mobile App for Extended Gameplay

This BattlePets Digital Device combines classic digital pet mechanics with modern RPG elements, SquareEnix aesthetics, and BandaiSega connectivity for immersive, strategic pet raising.

#TheScrollOfThr12Keys

The Scroll of the 12 Keys: The Prophetic Blueprint of the MouseQuteers

The Scroll of the 12 Keys is a mysterious and esoteric document believed to be the foundational prophecy behind the creation of the MouseQuteers, the Secret Mouse Club, and the larger Disney cultural apparatus. Said to be housed within the Vatican Secret Archives and occasionally referenced in Freemason Grand Lodge documents, the Scroll is thought to have originated during the late medieval period, though some claim it is even older. It is seen as both a cosmic prophecy and a divine directive.

This scroll is considered to be a "map of destiny" for the entertainment industry, aristocracy, and global diplomacy. It outlines the rise of 12 distinct bloodlines who would control not just entertainment media but also elements of cultural influence, power, and nobility. The concept of American Royalty stems directly from this scroll, with specific guidelines for how certain individuals (later "MouseQuteers") would be "chosen by fate" to play key roles in the grand cosmic play.

The Origins of the Scroll

The Hidden Manuscript

The Scroll of the 12 Keys is said to have been written by a secret sect of Templar scribes during the 13th century. The story goes that, during the Siege of Acre in 1291, certain high-ranking Templars fled the Holy Land with sacred relics. Among them was a mysterious golden key said to unlock a series of scrolls detailing the future of power, influence, and art. These Templars later formed a secret order known as The Custodians of the 12 Lights, and they hid the scrolls within the Vaults of the Vatican.

By the 16th century, certain knowledge of these scrolls had leaked into the Renaissance elite. Artists like Leonardo da Vinci and secret societies like the Rosicrucians were aware of its existence. Many believe that da Vinci’s sketches of “The Vitruvian Man” were inspired by geometric patterns seen in the Scroll of the 12 Keys.

The 12 Keys: Prophecies and Their Meanings

The Scroll is divided into 12 prophecies (or "Keys"), each linked to a symbol, figure, and prophecy. Every key has a corresponding individual or archetype it represents. Here’s a breakdown of the 12 Keys and their significance in the context of the MouseQuteer Order.

Key 1: The Key of the Lion (The Golden Prodigy)

Symbol: A crowned lion holding a mirror. Prophecy: "A child of gold shall rise, crowned before the people, to be beloved, broken, and reborn." Role in the Order: This Key symbolizes the MouseQuteer "chosen prodigy" — someone meant to be "The Face of the Order". This figure is destined for great fame but must endure a public "fall from grace" before reclaiming their royal status. This arc is seen in figures like:

Britney Spears (Innocence → Breakdown → Redemption)

Justin Bieber (Golden Boy → Controversy → Return)

Miley Cyrus (Disney Darling → Rebellion → Rebirth)

Notable Traits:

Often subject to "media crucifixion" in order to undergo "symbolic death and rebirth."

Known to have a major comeback moment where they reclaim public adoration.

Key 2: The Key of the Twins (The Dual Flames)

Symbol: Two identical stars encircled by a single crown. Prophecy: "Where two lights shine as one, balance is restored to the kingdom." Role in the Order: This Key represents the concept of "Twin Flames", two figures who operate in harmony (or sometimes in opposition) to bring balance. It can refer to literal twins or symbolic twins. Notable Figures:

Chloe and Halle Bailey (literal twins in the prophecy)

Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen (the archetypal twin-child stars)

Beyoncé and Solange (not twins by birth, but twin flames of artistic and cultural influence)

Notable Traits:

This role requires perfect synergy between two individuals who often share a creative or emotional bond.

Their presence is symbolic of harmony between light and shadow.

Key 3: The Key of the Moon (The Oracle of the Hidden Court)

Symbol: A crescent moon above an open book. Prophecy: "She who sees from the shadows shall know all, but none shall see her." Role in the Order: This prophecy refers to the "Secret Court" of Division C, the invisible architects behind public figures. This Key represents shadow figures, ghostwriters, and secret masterminds who shape pop culture without appearing in front of the camera. Notable Figures:

Ayesha Erotica (music producer, ghostwriter, and unseen force in pop music)

Kim Kardashian (her status as a “distraction queen” hides her role as a hidden architect of influence)

Notable Traits:

These figures remain out of the spotlight but wield immense power.

Ghostwriting, secret production, and covert manipulation are their key tools.

Key 4: The Key of the Siren (The Voice of Enchantment)

Symbol: A singing mermaid with outstretched arms. Prophecy: "The Siren’s voice will soothe the storm, but she must never lose her song." Role in the Order: This role signifies singers whose voices captivate and control the masses. Notable Figures:

Ariana Grande (enchants with her unique vocal range)

Selena Gomez (siren-like ethereal vocal presence)

Key 5: The Key of the Raven (The Seer of Truth)

Symbol: A black raven perched on a key. Prophecy: "One born from the night shall reveal the unseen." Role in the Order: This represents the “whistleblower” archetype — those who see and speak uncomfortable truths. Notable Figures:

Brittany Murphy (rumored to have uncovered secrets before her death)

Bambi Prescott (her journalistic ambition aligns with this prophecy)

Key 6: The Key of the Phoenix (The Eternal Flame)

Symbol: A phoenix rising from flames. Prophecy: "One who burns shall rise again, thrice reborn in flame." Role in the Order: This Key represents the "Icon of Eternal Comeback." Notable Figures:

Britney Spears (her symbolic "rebirth" after her public breakdown)

Lindsay Lohan (constant cycles of rebirth)

The Other Keys (7-12)

Key 7: The Key of the Fox (The Trickster) – Linked to entertainers who challenge norms, e.g., Paris Hilton.

Key 8: The Key of the Crown (The Eternal Ruler) – Represents figures like Beyoncé.

Key 9: The Key of the Mask (The Hidden Heir) – Represents secret heirs and anonymous influencers.

Key 10: The Key of the Dove (The Peacemaker) – Represents figures who mediate between warring factions, like Zendaya.

Key 11: The Key of the Flame (The Pure Destroyer) – Represents chaos bringers like Kanye West.

Key 12: The Key of the Star (The Guiding Light) – Represents "The Supreme" (a once-in-a-generation figure like Michael Jackson).

The Rituals and Selection of MouseQuteers

Children are "scouted" from birth to see if they fulfill any of the 12 Keys. Birthdates, astrological alignments, and genetic bloodlines are analyzed. Once chosen, they enter The Mouse Initiation, a symbolic "Baptism of Light" where they're sworn to secrecy. Their rise is guided by handlers (Division B members) who ensure they stay on their fated path.

Conclusion

The Scroll of the 12 Keys is not just a prophecy but a blueprint for control, fame, and power. It predicts the rise, fall, and eventual return of certain figures, and through each "key," a specific archetype of cultural dominance is maintained. Disney didn’t create royalty — it revealed it. The MouseQuteers are not mere celebrities but pawns in a grand cosmic and diplomatic chess game spanning centuries.

[mousemannation]

if i think about it too long it is a bit freaking me out that all these tennis people from my phone r just. in my vicinity

[majorbitchi]

I got Mimitchi as the first adult on my pink Uni!! I also made a new faceplate + crochet case for my baby 💜

[yvachiskl]

I made it to Kentaurosmon:X on my digivice X and not to be dramatic but I would die for them

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[techtoio]

The Latest in Wearable Tech: What’s New in 2024?

Introduction

Wearable technology has come a long way from the early days of fitness trackers and basic smartwatches. In 2024, the landscape of wearable tech is more exciting and advanced than ever before. From health monitoring to augmented reality (AR) glasses, wearables are becoming an integral part of our daily lives. Let’s dive into the latest innovations and trends in wearable tech that are making waves this year. Read to continue

[chiumii]

tired baby ~ lee heeseung x reader

inspired by this request ! ౨ৎ

in which your loving boyfriend takes care of you, even in your dazed out, sleepy state when you’re still so needy for him

word count ; 1.6k

somnophilia, fingering, pet names, sub/dom themes, nicknames (daddy, baby, angel, more). daddy kink. not proof read, spelling mistakes, wah wah.

it was around one in the morning when heeseung finally tore his gaze away from the switch that he has in his hands, his attention focused on you sound asleep on his chest instead.

you had giving him your switch around an hour ago, asking him to help you with something in Minecraft. being the man he his, heeseung got sucked into the game and began building houses for you, completely forgetting the original meaning behind you giving him your switch to begin with.

the only reason his focus had been completely torn was the small, quiet little moan that left your sleepy, parted lips. suddenly, the small device in his hands was completely out of mind as he heard another soft whimper leave your throat and right into his perked up ears.

without a second thought, heeseung gently leaned over to the side and set the switch down on the bed side table before shifting his body slightly so he can get onto his side, spooning you gently in order to not wake you up.

one of his cold hands makes its way to the base of the big shirt you're wearing; its one of his. the article of clothing swallowing your smaller figure whole as you stir in your sleep, pressing your back up flush against his chest. your ass pushes up against heeseungs lap, making him groan out into the chilly air of the dim shared room.

"h-hee..." you whimper in your sleepy daze, the wet dream your having makes your thighs clamp down against each other slightly - looking for any sign of friction. heeseungs hands snake up inside the shirt, his cool fingertips coming into contact with the warm skin of your waist.

heeseungs ears perk up at the sound of quiet, small huffs your tired mouth makes, way your body completely mets into his even as you find yourself fast asleep.

heeseung smirks to himself after his fingers trail down passed your waist line, realizing there was lack of underwear you were wearing, his face coming to bury itself in your hair - your strawberry vanilla scented shampoo completely clouding his senses as his hand snakes below your abdomen, stopping right before he comes in contact with your needy heat.

your lover kisses the back of your head sweetly, wrapping your body in his arms as his fingers finally come in contact with your already-wet pussy. his digits slip through your folds with ease, a hiss leaving heeseungs lips at the feeling of your needy cunt in the palm of his hands.

heeseungs other hand moves up to move your hair away from your neck so he can have full access to your skin, sucking light purple marks that have you grinding your hips back into his growing erection.

the plush feeling of your ass grinding on his clothed dick makes him groan into your ear quietly, his fingers finally coming up to where you need him most.

as heeseung massages gently circles on your clit, a hushed call of his name makes him feel as if he were being driven insane - lust completely clouding his field of judgement and the only thought that bounces off the hollow corners of his mind was you.

"that's it baby" his deep, husky voice whispers into your ear, his breath fanning your soft skin. your quiet, sleepy whimpers turn into breathless moans and pants , your hips sloppily grinding down onto heeseungs fingers.

"s-seungie.." your mind begins to float back into your body ever so slightly, just as heeseung decides to push a single finger into your tight cunt. your body shudders in his hold, your lips falling into a pout as his digit begins to pump inside your pussy, curling up in order to instantly graze the sweet spot deep inside you that he has grown to know as if it were the back of his own hand.

"i got you sweetheart, 'm right here" your lover huskily whispers into your ear, your eyes fluttering open in order to look to the side and make eye contact with your boyfriend.

"hi angel, what were you dreamin' about hmm?" he taunts sweetly, knowing exactly what the answer is going to be. you pout again as you shake your head from side to side with a whimper. one of his eyebrows cocks up before he plunges another finger deep inside your pussy, making your body shake and curl into him.

"answer me." he bites down softly on your neck, forcing you to speak.

"d-dreaming 'bout you.. always you.. please.." you respond, your eyes swiftly closing at the feeling of his fingers working their magic inside your velvety walls. heeseung hums, his chest vibrating. everything feels hot, and wet. you can feel your slick pooling down your thighs and onto the bedding below, making your cheeks warm up in a pretty shade of pinks and reds.

"yeah? and what was i doing, love?" heeseung asks, making you whine. his fingers dance faster inside you, your hands coming up to grip on his bicep that flexes under your fingertips.

"you... you were fingering me,, kissing me everywhere.. feel- feels s' good" your eyes squeeze shut, your lips parted so that cherry-sweet moans drip off your tongue like honey.

"good girl... so pretty for me, you like it when I finger you baby? yeah?" you frantically nod your head yes, making a deep chuckle errupt from the depths of your boyfriends chest. it was the truth; his fingers are fucking amazing. you jokingly say that they're your 'best friends' from time to time. it really makes his ego swell.

you can feel your consciousness slip away from your body, and you try your best to grasp onto it for as long as you could; and heeseung could tell just how close you were to falling apart in his arms just by the look on your face. he adjusts his position so he's still laying on your side, but he sits up ever so slightly - holding himself above your shaking frame on his forearm above your head.

heeseung looks down at you, watching all the cute faces you make as he splits you in half with just his fingers. he can tell by the way your face contorts and the change of vocal volume that you're slipping - and he is happily there to catch you when that happens.

"i got you sweetheart, let daddy take care of you angel" you mewl at his words, your doe eyes opening slightly in order to look up into his deep brown irises. heeseung kisses the tip of your nose, followed by your cheeks and forehead.

your back arches off the mattress, your body curling straight into your lover.

"love you... i- i love you seungie.." you purr, making his heart swell in his chest with love and admiration. heeseung coo's at you, his lips forming into a pout as he observes you as if you were the most beautiful piece of art he's ever laid eyes on.

"i love you too my beautiful baby..." his air fans your face as he speaks to you, his nose gently pressing up against yours

"so fucking much" he finishes, his fingers picking up the pace. you squeal into the chilly air, your hands squeezing his biceps so roughly, your nails dig into his skin.

"d..daddy s' much... s' too much" you speak, your hips grinding frantically into the palm of his hand, searching for any sort of release. the tips of his fingers caress your sweet spot repeatedly, making tears well up in your big eyes that now fall freely as you squeeze them shut.

heeseung tongues his cheek, a smirk forming on his face once more.

"look at me." you dont listen, your eyes remaining closed as you chase the feeling of your orgasm that begins to form in the pit of your stomach. heeseung raises his eyebrows, taking in the disobedience from you.

"did you not hear me? I said look at me." your eyes fly open at the sound of his sharp tone, obeying his words. he kisses your nose before pressing his forehead up against yours, your eyes connecting in a deep, meaningful and intimate moment.

"you listen to daddy when he tells you to do something, understand?" you nod your head yes, not looking away from him.

"such a good girl, you close baby doll?" you hum at his question, feeling the coil beginning to form in your lower tummy.

"f-feel's hot.. s' hot please.." your hands slide from his bisceps to his shoulder, gripping onto him like he was your last ounce of sanity that threatens to slip through your fingers. tiredness begins to wash over your body, your head feeling light in the process.

"d-daddy please" you beg, your legs threatening to close around his arm as he plays with you.

"shh baby, daddy's got you. im right here sweet thing." you bite down on your bottom lip harshly - enough to draw blood. everything inside you snaps as you begin to cream around his his fingers, your whines and mewls loudly bouncing off the walls of the dimly lit apartment.

"thats it sweetheart, fall apart on me love, daddys here" you feel sleep come and cover your mind like a warm blanket, but before you do - you faintly hear heeseung speak faintly.

"such a good, good girl for me. my perfect little angel... all mine. my pretty girl. did such a good job for me.. i love you so, so much." a deep blush forms on your cheeks, your body going limp in his hold.

the proud feeling lingers in heeseungs chest, even as he cleans you up as you lay there fast asleep. the way you look makes him feel indescribably emotions , ones mainly consisting of love.

the way he would do just anything for you makes him feel insane, but thats okay because he would gladly drive himself insane over you, and he'd do it happily.

[mattsstarlet]

𝐩𝐨��𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫.

pornstar!matt makes camgirl!reader film.

contains: smut (p in v), unprotected sex (creampie), sex tape, bigdick!matt, pet names, suggestive language.

note: i think this one might be my favorite so far. rereading it i think it may be a bit fast pace, sorry.

matt handed you his grey digital camera, all set up for you—just needing to hit ‘record.’ he had always been the one behind the camera or propping it up. needless to say, he had been thinking about what it would look like from your point of view, how good your sweet noises would sound up close. 

“let's do something different tonight..." “yeah? you’re down?” “...’kay hold this f’me.”

a red dot flashed as you hit the button, a soft whimper leaving your lips as matt began to rub his hard length up and down your already dripping mess. gasping as he pushed in slowly, your brows knitting together as you felt the slight pain of him stretching you out. you can never get accustomed to his size, no matter the times you've done this. 

“biiig….y’so big.” you whined out, clutching onto the device as he began moving his hips in and out of you. matt smirked, your gummy walls sucking him in like a vacuum. “you zooming in, baby? look how good your sweet cunt is swallowing my dick.” 

your walls flutter around him; any slight dirty talk gets you going, and he knows that—he takes too much pride in it. your brain fogs up when he lays a hand flat on your tummy, feeling the bulge of his cock. “you feel that, sweet girl?” 

sweet moans slip out of your lips, too full to think properly, surprised you can still manage to keep the camera up and steady, though this was also part of your job. his hips pushed in rougher, making you gasp once again. 

“mm-hm…oh…can feel you…so, so deep,” you babbled incoherently, drooling making its way out of your mouth. watching him fuck you through the tiny screen forms a bubble in your belly, awaiting to be popped. you can definitely see this tape going up on his ‘exclusive members only’ list. 

“can feel you gripping me, sweetheart,” he calls out, hand lowering until his thumb comes in contact with your sensitive clit. a smirk making its way onto his lips as you jumped up from the sudden contact. “gonna let me fill you up?” 

you nodded eagerly, “uh-huh…please, please baby… gotta cum.” you begged, eyes brimming with tears. “i’ll let you fill me up, please.” 

“f–fuck,” he panted, his own high coming after him. his thrusts become sloppy, feeling your cunt close around his cock. “show ‘em how good… good i make you cum—c’mon.” 

you managed to zoom in, showing off the way he's deliciously fucking you. your soft whines getting louder and louder until a loud moan rips through you. thighs trembling as a wave of pleasure sweeps through you. 

the way your walls spasmed around his cock, his own pleasure exploded, painting your insides with white strokes of his cum. he groaned, filling you up with his load until he was empty.

he reached over, taking the digital device from your weak hands and zooming into your puffy folds. pulling out, he captures the way he starts leaking out of you—his finger coming to view by pushing his cum back in. 

you whine, feeling overly sensitive. matt chuckled breathlessly, his chest rising at a rapid speed. “sensitive? we just started, baby… still got your stream to do."

© 𝗆𝖺���𝗍𝗌𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗅𝖾𝗍

[mostlysignssomeportents]

The US Copyright Office frees the McFlurry

I'll be in TUCSON, AZ from November 8-10: I'm the GUEST OF HONOR at the TUSCON SCIENCE FICTION CONVENTION.

I have spent a quarter century obsessed with the weirdest corner of the weirdest section of the worst internet law on the US statute books: Section 1201 of the Digital Millennium Copyright Act, the 1998 law that makes it a felony to help someone change how their own computer works so it serves them, rather than a distant corporation.

Under DMCA 1201, giving someone a tool to "bypass an access control for a copyrighted work" is a felony punishable by a 5-year prison sentence and a $500k fine – for a first offense. This law can refer to access controls for traditional copyrighted works, like movies. Under DMCA 1201, if you help someone with photosensitive epilepsy add a plug-in to the Netflix player in their browser that blocks strobing pictures that can trigger seizures, you're a felon:

https://lists.w3.org/Archives/Public/public-html-media/2017Jul/0005.html

But software is a copyrighted work, and everything from printer cartridges to car-engine parts have software in them. If the manufacturer puts an "access control" on that software, they can send their customers (and competitors) to prison for passing around tools to help them fix their cars or use third-party ink.

Now, even though the DMCA is a copyright law (that's what the "C" in DMCA stands for, after all); and even though blocking video strobes, using third party ink, and fixing your car are not copyright violations, the DMCA can still send you to prison, for a long-ass time for doing these things, provided the manufacturer designs their product so that using it the way that suits you best involves getting around an "access control."

As you might expect, this is quite a tempting proposition for any manufacturer hoping to enshittify their products, because they know you can't legally disenshittify them. These access controls have metastasized into every kind of device imaginable.

Garage-door openers:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/11/09/lead-me-not-into-temptation/#chamberlain

Refrigerators:

https://pluralistic.net/2020/06/12/digital-feudalism/#filtergate

Dishwashers:

https://pluralistic.net/2021/05/03/cassette-rewinder/#disher-bob

Treadmills:

https://pluralistic.net/2021/06/22/vapescreen/#jane-get-me-off-this-crazy-thing

Tractors:

https://pluralistic.net/2021/04/23/reputation-laundry/#deere-john

Cars:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/07/28/edison-not-tesla/#demon-haunted-world

Printers:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/08/07/inky-wretches/#epson-salty

And even printer paper:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/02/16/unauthorized-paper/#dymo-550

DMCA 1201 is the brainchild of Bruce Lehmann, Bill Clinton's Copyright Czar, who was repeatedly warned that cancerous proliferation this was the foreseeable, inevitable outcome of his pet policy. As a sop to his critics, Lehman added a largely ornamental safety valve to his law, ordering the US Copyright Office to invite submissions every three years petitioning for "use exemptions" to the blanket ban on circumventing access-controls.

I call this "ornamental" because if the Copyright Office thinks that, say, it should be legal for you to bypass an access control to use third-party ink in your printer, or a third-party app store in your phone, all they can do under DMCA 1201 is grant you the right to use a circumvention tool. But they can't give you the right to acquire that tool.

I know that sounds confusing, but that's only because it's very, very stupid. How stupid? Well, in 2001, the US Trade Representative arm-twisted the EU into adopting its own version of this law (Article 6 of the EUCD), and in 2003, Norway added the law to its lawbooks. On the eve of that addition, I traveled to Oslo to debate the minister involved:

https://pluralistic.net/2021/10/28/clintons-ghost/#felony-contempt-of-business-model

The minister praised his law, explaining that it gave blind people the right to bypass access controls on ebooks so that they could feed them to screen readers, Braille printers, and other assistive tools. OK, I said, but how do they get the software that jailbreaks their ebooks so they can make use of this exemption? Am I allowed to give them that tool?

No, the minister said, you're not allowed to do that, that would be a crime.

Is the Norwegian government allowed to give them that tool? No. How about a blind rights advocacy group? No, not them either. A university computer science department? Nope. A commercial vendor? Certainly not.

No, the minister explained, under his law, a blind person would be expected to personally reverse engineer a program like Adobe E-Reader, in hopes of discovering a defect that they could exploit by writing a program to extract the ebook text.

Oh, I said. But if a blind person did manage to do this, could they supply that tool to other blind people?

Well, no, the minister said. Each and every blind person must personally – without any help from anyone else – figure out how to reverse-engineer the ebook program, and then individually author their own alternative reader program that worked with the text of their ebooks.

That is what is meant by a use exemption without a tools exemption. It's useless. A sick joke, even.

The US Copyright Office has been valiantly holding exemptions proceedings every three years since the start of this century, and they've granted many sensible exemptions, including ones to benefit people with disabilities, or to let you jailbreak your phone, or let media professors extract video clips from DVDs, and so on. Tens of thousands of person-hours have been flushed into this pointless exercise, generating a long list of things you are now technically allowed to do, but only if you are a reverse-engineering specialist type of computer programmer who can manage the process from beginning to end in total isolation and secrecy.

But there is one kind of use exception the Copyright Office can grant that is potentially game-changing: an exemption for decoding diagnostic codes.

You see, DMCA 1201 has been a critical weapon for the corporate anti-repair movement. By scrambling error codes in cars, tractors, appliances, insulin pumps, phones and other devices, manufacturers can wage war on independent repair, depriving third-party technicians of the diagnostic information they need to figure out how to fix your stuff and keep it going.

This is bad enough in normal times, but during the acute phase of the covid pandemic, hospitals found themselves unable to maintain their ventilators because of access controls. Nearly all ventilators come from a single med-tech monopolist, Medtronic, which charges hospitals hundreds of dollars to dispatch their own repair technicians to fix its products. But when covid ended nearly all travel, Medtronic could no longer provide on-site calls. Thankfully, an anonymous hacker started building homemade (illegal) circumvention devices to let hospital technicians fix the ventilators themselves, improvising housings for them from old clock radios, guitar pedals and whatever else was to hand, then mailing them anonymously to hospitals:

https://pluralistic.net/2020/07/10/flintstone-delano-roosevelt/#medtronic-again

Once a manufacturer monopolizes repair in this way, they can force you to use their official service depots, charging you as much as they'd like; requiring you to use their official, expensive replacement parts; and dictating when your gadget is "too broken to fix," forcing you to buy a new one. That's bad enough when we're talking about refusing to fix a phone so you buy a new one – but imagine having a spinal injury and relying on a $100,000 exoskeleton to get from place to place and prevent muscle wasting, clots, and other immobility-related conditions, only to have the manufacturer decide that the gadget is too old to fix and refusing to give you the technical assistance to replace a watch battery so that you can get around again:

https://www.theverge.com/2024/9/26/24255074/former-jockey-michael-straight-exoskeleton-repair-battery

When the US Copyright Office grants a use exemption for extracting diagnostic codes from a busted device, they empower repair advocates to put that gadget up on a workbench and torture it into giving up those codes. The codes can then be integrated into an unofficial diagnostic tool, one that can make sense of the scrambled, obfuscated error codes that a device sends when it breaks – without having to unscramble them. In other words, only the company that makes the diagnostic tool has to bypass an access control, but the people who use that tool later do not violate DMCA 1201.

This is all relevant this month because the US Copyright Office just released the latest batch of 1201 exemptions, and among them is the right to circumvent access controls "allowing for repair of retail-level food preparation equipment":

https://publicknowledge.org/public-knowledge-ifixit-free-the-mcflurry-win-copyright-office-dmca-exemption-for-ice-cream-machines/

While this covers all kinds of food prep gear, the exemption request – filed by Public Knowledge and Ifixit – was inspired by the bizarre war over the tragically fragile McFlurry machine. These machines – which extrude soft-serve frozen desserts – are notoriously failure-prone, with 5-16% of them broken at any given time. Taylor, the giant kitchen tech company that makes the machines, charges franchisees a fortune to repair them, producing a steady stream of profits for the company.

This sleazy business prompted some ice-cream hackers to found a startup called Kytch, a high-powered automation and diagnostic tool that was hugely popular with McDonald's franchisees (the gadget was partially designed by the legendary hardware hacker Andrew "bunnie" Huang!).

In response, Taylor played dirty, making a less-capable clone of the Kytch, trying to buy Kytch out, and teaming up with McDonald's corporate to bombard franchisees with legal scare-stories about the dangers of using a Kytch to keep their soft-serve flowing, thanks to DMCA 1201:

https://pluralistic.net/2021/04/20/euthanize-rentier-enablers/#cold-war

Kytch isn't the only beneficiary of the new exemption: all kinds of industrial kitchen equipment is covered. In upholding the Right to Repair, the Copyright Office overruled objections of some of its closest historical allies, the Entertainment Software Association, Motion Picture Association, and Recording Industry Association of America, who all sided with Taylor and McDonald's and opposed the exemption:

https://arstechnica.com/tech-policy/2024/10/us-copyright-office-frees-the-mcflurry-allowing-repair-of-ice-cream-machines/

This is literally the only useful kind of DMCA 1201 exemption the Copyright Office can grant, and the fact that they granted it (along with a similar exemption for medical devices) is a welcome bright spot. But make no mistake, the fact that we finally found a narrow way in which DMCA 1201 can be made slightly less stupid does not redeem this outrageous law. It should still be repealed and condemned to the scrapheap of history.

Tor Books as just published two new, free LITTLE BROTHER stories: VIGILANT, about creepy surveillance in distance education; and SPILL, about oil pipelines and indigenous landback.

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/10/28/mcbroken/#my-milkshake-brings-all-the-lawyers-to-the-yard

Image: Cryteria (modified) https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:HAL9000.svg

CC BY 3.0 https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0/deed.en

[riboism]

she's my collar

》 pairing: assistant! k.ys x CEO! fem reader

》 wc: 5.3k

》 plot: For three years, Kang Yeosang was the quiet, obedient assistant to one of the most powerful women in tech—until she fired him with a cold, impersonal email. Drunk and furious, he confronts her at a bar, expecting to see the same ruthless CEO he once feared. Instead, he finds a woman exhausted by control, desperate to let someone else take over. Now, she’s offering him that power. Yeosang has spent years following orders—but can he step up and be the one giving them? And what happens when surrendering control turns into something neither of them can resist?

》 content: babygirl (2024) inspired, office sex, power dynamics, pet names (puppy), humiliation kink, submissive reader, face-fucking, shoe-grinding, cumplay, smut, comedy, this was written around Christmas time so it’s set around that time as well, also set in NYC

》 playlist: she's my collar- gorrilaz and kali uchis, leash- sky ferreira, crack baby- mitski, the perfect girl- mareux, closer- nine inch nails

Yeosang stared at his laptop screen, the faint glow of the monitor illuminating his face while all the color drained from it. His hands trembled slightly on the keyboard, his breathing growing shallow and uneven. Each word on the screen struck him like a dagger. He reread the message as if repetition might change its meaning.

Subject: Employment Termination

Dear Mr. Kang,

We regret to inform you that, due to recent budget cuts and ongoing concerns about your performance, we have made the difficult decision to terminate your employment with ChromaTech.

Please arrange to return all company property, including devices and ID badges, to our office as soon as possible. Alternatively, we can schedule a FedEx pickup from your home.

Your final paycheck will be processed and deposited later this week.

We appreciate your contributions to ChromaTech and wish you the best in your future endeavors.

Regards, HR

The words blurred together as Yeosang's vision clouded, his mind racing to make sense of it all. Performance concerns? He clenched his fists, trying to suppress the surge of humiliation and anger that coursed through him.

This wasn’t just a job to him—it was stability, routine, a cornerstone of the life he’d painstakingly built through hard work and commitment. Now it was gone, reduced to a cold, impersonal email that left no room for explanation, no chance to plead his case.

Yeosang let his head fall into his hands, the faint whir of the laptop's fan echoing in the room. It all felt surreal to him like he woke up to find the ground had shifted beneath his feet, leaving him dangling over a dark abyss.

He looked over at his digital calendar, every hour clogged up with reminders, appointments, and deadlines for the next month and a half, all completely useless now. For the first time in years, he had no idea what he was supposed to do next.

The rest of the day passed in a hazy blur. Yeosang drifted from room to room in his cramped East Village apartment, his gaze occasionally landing on the precarious stacks of Amazon boxes littering the floor. A pang of regret twisted in his chest. He’d splurged on gifts for his friends, family, and—most indulgently—himself during the holidays, telling himself it was fine to celebrate, that he deserved all the latest new tech and shiny sneakers. Now, staring at his dwindling savings, the extravagance felt like a slap in the face. Great timing.

After scheduling the FedEx pickup and stuffing his work belongings into a battered cardboard box, he tossed it into the corner, out of sight but never out of mind. Every motion felt mechanical, his thoughts distant and dulled. He couldn’t sit in this suffocating silence anymore, couldn’t let the reality of his situation consume him.

Tomorrow was Thursday. No work, no obligations. Now he had all the time in the world and no idea what to do with it.

Fuck it, he thought. If life wanted to kick him while he was down, then he’d kick back, even if it meant getting obliterated in the process. Grabbing his coat, he made a decision. Tonight, he wasn’t going to sit in his misery. He was going to hit the fanciest bar he could find and drink himself into oblivion, maybe even pick up a cute girl to take home. Consequences could wait until tomorrow.

⸻

Yeosang slouched over the bar counter, his cheek nearly pressed against the cool wood, looking more like he was napping than nursing a drink. The Manhattan in his hand felt cold, its amber glow reflecting faintly in his tired eyes. He swirled the liquid absently, his thoughts as muddled as the cocktail before him.

He regretted coming here. Liquor wasn’t his thing—he’d always avoided it, telling himself he needed to stay sharp for work. But the truth was simpler: alcohol made him sleepy. One drink, and he’d be nodding off like some human embodiment of the Sleepytime Bear. There’s no way any girl would want to go home with him like this. 

And yet, here he was, sipping on a cocktail he’d never had before tonight, all in the name of free will. He’d picked it for no other reason than its price tag—it was one of the most expensive options on the menu. If he was going to spiral, why not spiral in style? The bitterness of the drink soured his tongue, but he kept sipping, his mind already drifting into that hazy, detached state where everything felt just a little less sharp, a little more bearable. It wasn’t the escape he thought it would be, but for now, it was enough.

Yeosang had served you diligently for almost three years, though to him, it felt more like a decade. When he first got the position as Executive Assistant, he’d been thrilled—not for the prestige or the title, but for the hefty paycheck that came with it. A corporate job was soul-crushing, sure, but at least it paid handsomely for the privilege of grinding you into dust.

For three years, he’d been your shadow. He made your coffee just the way you liked it, meticulously scheduled and rescheduled your endless meetings, and trailed after you as you tore through Midtown in your impossibly dainty heels. Somehow, your So Kate pumps made you walk faster than him, even in his worn-out tennis shoes. 

He picked up your dry cleaning, planned your trips down to the minute, and waited bleary-eyed at baggage claim after grueling international flights to haul your overweight suitcases to your hotel room. He booked your dinner reservations at trendy restaurants, juggling waitlists and cancellations like a magician. He prepared your reports and presentation notes, answered your emails, your calls, your texts—every last trivial thing—so the only task left for you was to look polished in your Banana Republic pencil skirt and flash a pretty smile at investors.

To everyone else, you were the epitome of success—the poster child for Women in Tech. An Ivy League graduate at the helm of one of the country’s biggest tech companies, you embodied the impossible standard, all while maintaining a buzzing social life, and an aura of poise that never cracked, no matter how demanding the circumstances. While others juggled, you danced, balancing it all with a grace that seemed almost superhuman. To the outside world, you weren’t just successful—you were aspirational, the kind of woman others admired, envied, and tried to emulate. But to Yeosang, you were a full-time job, a 24/7 whirlwind that consumed everything in its path, leaving him wiped out and drained.

Performance concerns. He knew exactly what that meant.

It had been a few weeks ago, late at night. You were stressed, working overtime in your office, which, of course, meant he had to stay late too. The request wasn’t anything unusual—just your evening coffee: Colombian roast, vanilla creamer, a delicate dusting of cinnamon powder on top. Simple enough.

He’d handed the mug to you with both hands, careful not to spill a drop. Then he lingered, waiting for you to assign something else. But you barely looked up, waving him off with a flick of your fingers. As he turned to leave, his eyes caught your reflection in the glass doors.

That’s when he saw it.

A look of disgust twisted your features as you took a sip, your lips curling ever so slightly in disapproval.

The memory of it hit him like a slap. At first, he hadn’t understood. But back at his desk, it came rushing back, sharp as a pin in his chest. Peppermint mocha.

He’d grabbed the festive creamer that someone had left on the kitchen counter instead of the usual vanilla you liked. It wasn’t intentional—just an absent-minded mistake made after hours of exhaustion. But in your world, there were no small mistakes.

And now, sitting alone at the bar with his life upended, that one moment felt emblematic of everything.

Okay, maybe it wasn’t just the peppermint mocha creamer.

His nerves had always been his downfall, often betraying him in the form of small but noticeable mistakes. A double-booked meeting here, a forgotten reservation there—usually because he was too busy helping you pick out a new pair of Christian Louboutins for your Paris trip, or researching market pricing for an upcoming presentation. There was also that time he missed a few typos in a report you handed to the company heads, which earned him a withering glare in front of the whole boardroom.

But could you really blame him? You treated him like he had six arms, and the ability to teleport with the speed of light when in reality, he was just one man. No matter how hard he worked, it was never enough. If he meticulously completed every task you gave him, you’d point out the smallest flaw. If he preempted your needs, you’d call him presumptuous. Every win felt hollow because you’d always point out what could have been done better. Pleasing you was like chasing a mirage—no matter how close he got, the finish line kept moving farther away.

Still, one thing was certain: the peppermint mocha creamer had been the final straw. A small, almost insignificant mistake in the grand scheme of things, but for you, it had been enough to seal his fate.

Yeosang's ears perked up, his sluggish thoughts snapping into focus at the sound of a familiar voice. He froze, the glass of Manhattan halfway to his lips, as he scanned the dimly lit bar. And then he saw you.

You were tucked into the corner booth, surrounded by a few friends, with a pink cocktail in your hand. The faint hum of laughter carried over the low jazz music, and you looked so relaxed, so carefree. It was as if nothing had happened—as if his world hadn’t just imploded because of you.

A spark of anger flared in his chest, simmering, then growing hotter with each passing second. How could you? How could you throw him away so carelessly and then go out for drinks, laughing and clinking glasses like it was any other night?

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. He’d done everything for you. Everything. He’d missed his niece’s first recital because you needed him to oversee a last-minute report. He’d skipped Thanksgiving with his family because you insisted on an "urgent" trip to Japan that turned out to be nothing more than a glorified shopping spree. His love life? Nonexistent. How could he have one when you were the only woman in his life, demanding every ounce of his time, energy, and attention?

And now, here you were, sipping cocktails without a care in the world. You didn’t even have the decency to tell him to his face why you let him go. The least you could’ve done was look him in the eye and explain yourself, to acknowledge the years he gave you, the sacrifices he made.

Yeosang clenched his jaw, his grip tightening around the glass in his hand. He felt the weight of all those buried resentments rising to the surface, demanding release. For the first time in three years, he wasn’t going to stay silent.

Yeosang drained the last of his Manhattan, the liquid fire burning its way down his throat as if fueling his decision. The warmth spread through his chest, blurring the sharp edges of his hesitation. When he saw your friends stand to leave, laughing as they hugged you goodbye, he seized the moment. The alcohol coursing through his veins muffled his nerves, and the simmering anger propelled him off the barstool.

He approached you with purpose, his heart pounding harder with each step. He’d imagined this confrontation in his head for hours, maybe even years. But when you looked up, your eyes narrowing in confusion, it all dissolved.

“Yeosang?” you said, your tone laced with surprise as you squinted at him. “What are you doing here?”

For a moment, he froze, caught in the trap of your gaze. Then, the words tumbled out before he could stop them, anger surging past his control. 

“An email? Really?” Yeosang spat, his voice cutting through the low hum of the bar. His eyes were dark with anger, his jaw clenched so tightly it looked like it might snap. “You couldn’t even— didn’t even have the decency to say it to my face? Are you that much of a coward?”

You stiffened, the weight of the bar patrons’ stares pressing down on you. You reached out toward him, your voice was soft but firm. “Hey, let’s calm down—”

“Don’t tell me to calm down!“ he roared, his words slurring slightly, his stance wobbly from the alcohol. “Three years! I gave you three years of nonstop devotion, and I don’t even get a proper goodbye? No thank you, no explanation? Do you know how much shit I had to sacrifice for you?”

His voice cracked, his frustration spilling out with every word. “You love parading around with this ‘girlboss,’ fearless woman-in-tech image, but you’re just a scared little girl. Too scared to even look me in the eye and tell me what I did so wrong that you had to hide behind HR to fire me!”

Your cheeks burned with embarrassment as you caught the awkward glances of nearby patrons, their murmured conversations stopping as they pretended not to eavesdrop. You pursed your lips, your patience snapping like a brittle thread. Grabbing his arm roughly, you dragged him out of the bar, ignoring his protests as the cold, snowy air hit both of you like a slap.

“You really wanna do this here?” you hissed, your voice low but sharp, cutting through the quiet of the empty street. “Fine. Let’s do this.”

Yeosang blinked at you, his anger simmering as he swayed on unsteady legs.

“You want to know why you were fired?” You stepped closer, staring him dead in the eye. “You’re a terrible listener. You fuck up my coffee order. You double-book meetings, forgot to confirm reservations, and just last month, you botched the presentation I needed for the board by misspelling half the client names. Do you know how humiliating that was for me?”

Your words hit him like gunshots, but you didn’t stop. “You don’t listen, Yeosang. You never pay attention to detail. I needed someone I could count on, someone who could make my life easier. I’m not asking for much. Instead, I got someone who left me to fix their mistakes half the time!”

Yeosang flinched at your words. But even as they sunk in, indignation burned in his chest. He didn’t believe he deserved this—not for the mistakes you listed, not for everything he had done for you.

He stepped closer, his dark eyes locking onto yours with a mixture of defiance and pain. The cold outside nipped at your skin, but the heat of his breath against your face made you hyperaware of the tension between you.

“I listen,” he said, his voice low but firm. “You’re just impossible to please.”

You opened your mouth to retort, but he didn’t let you.

“I double-booked your meeting one time because you refused to confirm your schedule with the finance group until the last minute. I misspelled the names on that report because the stupid intern—your intern—gave me an Excel sheet with half the names wrong. And reservations? You spring that shit on me while I’m busy walking your dog or picking up your overpriced $20 salad. And the coffee? The fucking coffee? Give me a break!”

His voice cracked with frustration, his breath coming faster now. “You act like I’m some incompetent idiot when all I ever did was clean up after your chaos. Do you know what it’s like working for someone who changes their mind every ten minutes, who expects you to read their mind and be three steps ahead all the time? No matter how much I did, no matter how fast or how perfectly, it was never enough for you! You are a soulless, narcissistic, she-devil, and you love making everyone around you miserable because nothing makes you happy!”

You were nose to nose with him now, the closeness electric and unnerving. Yeosang didn’t realize how close he had gotten until he could see every delicate detail of your face. But he didn’t back away. He didn’t want to.

For the first time, he felt taller, stronger, more in control. He wasn’t just the assistant trailing behind you, fetching your coffee and carrying your bags. Right now, you were the one looking up at him, your confidence faltering under the weight of his hard gaze.

Then, something shifted. His anger, which had been a roaring fire just moments ago, flickered and dimmed. His eyes dropped to your lips, noticing how you worried them slightly between your teeth. The cold had turned them soft, flushed red, quivering as though they couldn’t decide what to say next. He felt the heat in his chest start to dissipate.

“All I ever wanted was to please you, but you never gave me a chance” he murmured, his voice quieter now, almost soft. His words hung between you like a fragile thread, and he didn’t know whether to pull it tighter or let it snap.

His gaze met yours again, and for a brief moment, the tension shifted into something vulnerable. He remained where he stood, towering over you, suddenly feeling exposed, but the weight of his words lingered, heavy and unanswerable in the snowy silence.

You couldn’t explain it, but you liked this side of him. It was the first time you’d seen raw emotion in his face—anger, frustration, passion—it was fascinating. For as long as you’d known Yeosang, he had been quiet as a mouse, his replies clipped and deferential: Yes, ma’am. Right away, ma’am. Always composed, always distant, like a shadow that existed only to serve.

But now? Now he looked alive. His dark eyes burned with intensity, his lips still slightly parted from his impassioned outburst. You hated to admit it, but he looked almost…sexy? The sharp line of his jaw, the way his breath puffed in short bursts against the cold, the heat radiating off him even in the freezing air. And his voice—you liked how deep it gets when he’s mad. You liked it enough to disregard the she-devil comment. It almost delighted you. You liked being talked down to. Not enough people had the balls to do so.

“I can give you another chance…” The words slipped from your lips before you even realized you were speaking. Your tone was quieter, almost sultry, betraying the tug of something entirely outside good judgment. You had nothing but the liquor to blame. You tilted your head slightly, holding his gaze, the weight of your offer hanging heavy in the cold air.

“To please me, that is.”

His breath hitched, his eyes widening slightly before narrowing in confusion. The air between you crackled with tension, unspoken implications simmering beneath the surface. For a moment, you both just stood there, the snow falling softly around you, caught in an electric silence neither of you knew how to break. 

After a moment of hesitation, Yeosang broke the silence. “Okay.” 

⸻

"I'm not sure if I understand," Yeosang said slowly, blinking up at you. "Ma’am." The word left his lips instinctively, like muscle memory, but his voice was hesitant.

You sighed, shifting your weight against the desk, arms crossed. The two of you were alone in your office, the usual hum of the busy workday long gone. The only sound was the soft ticking of the wall clock and the faint buzz of the city outside.

He sat stiffly in your chair, the black leather cool against his back, making him even more uncomfortable. He didn't belong there—you both knew it. But this was an experiment, after all.

You tilted your head, your patience wearing thin. "It’s simple. I’m letting you be the boss today. You just have to tell me what to do, and I’ll do it." Your lips curled slightly. "And don’t call me Ma’am."

Yeosang swallowed, his getting throat dry. Power had never been something he craved. He had spent his life taking orders, following directions, and anticipating needs before they were spoken. Most people in tech burned out quickly, leaving to chase the dream of being in control, of being the one to give orders. That drive had never come to him. It wasn’t in his nature.

And yet, here you were, handing it to him.

His fingers curled against the leather armrests as he searched for something—anything—to say, his mind wading through unfamiliar territory.

"Then what do I call you?" he asked finally, his voice quieter now.

You held his gaze, a small smirk playing at the corner of your lips.

"Anything you want."

Yeosang mulled over your words, his mind scrambling to process what was happening. Call you anything he wanted? Tell you to do whatever he wanted? It was the kind of fantasy teenage boys dreamed about, yet his mind was a complete blank.

You sighed, exasperated by his hesitation. "Can I give you a suggestion?" You asked, stepping closer.

He nodded, swallowing hard, the words still stuck in his throat.

You leaned in slightly, your voice dipping just enough to make the hairs on the back of his neck stand. "Ask me to get on my knees."

Yeosang's breath hitched. His mind latched onto the words, turning them over, considering. Then, slowly, he nodded in agreement.

You chuckled. "You have to say the words, Mr. Kang."

His ears burned. "Oh, right," he said quickly, his voice a little too high, a little too quick. He cleared his throat. "Get on your knees."

The words felt foreign and awkward, but the way you looked at him made something tighten in his chest.

Mr. Kang.

No one had ever called him that before. It was always Yeo, Yeosang, or, on occasion, the intern—his young face fooling half the office into thinking he was some college kid on summer break. But Mr. Kang…He liked the way it sounded coming from your lips.

He sat frozen, watching as you slowly sank to your knees in front of him, settling neatly between his legs. His breath hitched, his pulse hammering against his skin.

You looked up at him, eyes glinting with something—Desire? Amusement? He couldn’t tell, but whatever it was, it left him breathless.

You waited, patiently, expectantly, your lips slightly parted as if anticipating his next command. You almost looked like an obedient little puppy, so much so that he almost called you pup. 

Yeosang exhaled sharply, gripping the leather armrests as his mind raced. He was supposed to be in control. Supposed to be giving the orders. But right now, sitting in your chair, watching you kneel before him, it felt like he was the one unraveling.

“Take off your shirt.” 

He was getting comfortable now. He watched as you unbuttoned your top and discarded it to the side, leaving you only in your lacy black push-up bra. You placed your hands neatly over your lap, patiently awaiting his next request. Yeosang was stunned at how easily and effortlessly you followed his instruction, not showing a single sign of shame as you undressed in front of your junior. He wondered how far he could take it. 

“Take that off too.” 

You unhooked the back part of your bra and tossed it to the side with your blouse, your hands returning to your lap. 

Yeosang let himself relax into your chair, eyes fixed over your soft and bare skin. He bit the skin around his thumb, drinking in your physique. He wanted to touch them, knead them, feel their weight in his hands, but he kept himself restrained. He was growing to like this game and wanted to see what else he could make you do. 

He licked his lips, finally settling on his next request. “Come here.”

You scooted closer to him, your eyes now level with his clothed cock. 

“Kiss it.” 

Without hesitation, you leaned forward, letting your lips trail slow, deliberate kisses along the outline of his growing bulge. You could feel the firmness of his balls from beneath the thick fabric, the desire to see them making your core ache with need. Glancing up through your lashes, you took in the sight of Yeosang already succumbing to the pleasure, his body relaxing into the chair, eyes dark with lust. He was undeniably beautiful, every feature accentuated by the flush of arousal, and the thought of pushing him to the edge, of watching him cum, was a temptation you could hardly resist. 

You began palming his cock, feeling it stiffen just under your touch. “Can I please take it out, Mr. Kang?” You asked in an airless and sultry voice which no doubt made Yeosang feel weak. 

Yeosang gripped the leather armrests and nodded. “Go on.” 

With glee, you unbuttoned his pants and fished out his throbbing cock, his skin feeling warm and tender as you gave it a few lazy strokes. You leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to his blushing tip, the sudden touch making him hiss from his seat. 

You giggled softly at his reaction, continuing to leave a trail of kisses on the sides of his cock, your hand gripping at the base. He felt so hot and heavy in your hand, and you were growing impatient for a taste. 

“Put it in your mouth.” 

You eagerly fed him into your mouth, the weight on your tongue already making you dizzy. You salivated around his length, a few dribbles of drool rolling down his shaft. Yeosang could feel himself twitching inside you. The sight of his uptight boss with her mouth so full of his cock made his head spin, all the hesitations and apprehensions he had in the beginning now dissipating while a hunger took over him. 

“Now suck it.” 

You began sucking at his head, the thickness of his hard cock proving to be a challenge, so much so that you could only really take the tip in your mouth. You grabbed onto the base with both hands, bobbing and slurping him as his breathing grew more unsteady. When you looked back up at him with your big, puppy-dog eyes, you were delighted to see that same Yeosang from earlier—the one with fire in his eyes, with furrowed brows and a sharp tongue, throwing demands and names at you without hesitation. Gone was the quiet, obedient assistant who trailed behind you like a shadow. In his place sat a man who, for the first time, wasn’t afraid to take up space. And you liked it.

“Fuck,” He moaned, “That’s it, that’s a good puppy…take all of me in that dumb little mouth, yeah, just like that.” 

You loved hearing him coach you, loved when he called you a dumb little puppy. You could feel your wetness leaking through your stockings, a need aching so strongly between your legs that you had no choice but to grind yourself over Yeosang’s new shoes, your slick wet juices glistening over the rubber soles. 

Yeosang was so far gone now, his only purpose left being to chase his high. His hands gripped your strands tightly to hold you in place. Before you knew it, he was thrusting himself into you, his whole length pushing down into your throat with no warning. He set a brutal pace, fucking your mouth with no mercy, reveling in your wet gagging sounds as he makes use of your throat. 

“Fuck, I love fucking this little mouth,” He panted, “Good little slut, gonna take my cum? Gonna swallow all my cum down your little throat, huh?” 

Tears streamed down your face as he ruthlessly plowed into your mouth. Despite his roughness, your body trembled with need, your hips continuing to grind against his shoes, desperate for release. Your muffled moans vibrate around his shaft, spurring Yeosang on as he chases his pleasure. 

Yeosang gripped your hair tightly, thrusting and plunging his hard cock deeper into your eager mouth. For years, he dealt with your nonstop nagging and bitching, and he had to admit it was nice to finally get you to shut up, with a mouth full of his cock no less. “This is what you like, huh? You like being put in your place? Like being a little fuck doll for me?” 

He punctuated his words with harsh snaps of his hips. The term fuck doll was enough to send you over the edge. Your hips stilled, your core tightening as you came, your moans muffled by his hard cock. A devilish grin spread across his face as he playfully tapped the tip of his shoe against your swollen clit, the jolt of overstimulation sending shivers cascading through you. He relished in the sight of you laid bare in vulnerability, a stark contrast to the composed persona you typically wore.  “Such a mess for me” He sighed, satisfied with your mascara-stained cheeks and reddened, slobbery lips. “So, so pretty…”

You grunted with each thrust, the tight clutch of your throat milking his cock deliciously. You looked up at him with pleading eyes, silently begging for his cum as you took everything he gave you. Your tongue danced along his shaft, massaging the sensitive underside as he fucked your face with wild abandon. You swallowed around him greedily, your throat convulsing along his length as you strived to please him. 

With a final hard thrust, Yeosang buried himself deep into your warm mouth and let go, flooding your throat with ropes of his hot cum. His breath hitched, a deep, guttural sound of pleasure escaping him as his seed spilled and trickled from the corners of your lips. With firm hands, he held your head snugly against him, grinding against your face as he emptied himself, savoring the sight of you taking every fervent drop.

Your eyes brimmed with tears as you took him deeper, the bittersweet taste of his seed offering a strange satisfaction on your tongue. As you pulled away with a soft pop, Yeosang gently traced your lips with the tip of his cock, leaving a glistening trail of his pearly essence. You couldn't help but lick your lips in delight, a soft moan escaping you as you savored his flavor.

Yeosang felt like he could cum again from watching you grind your cum-drenched face on his cock. You were so desperate, so depraved, he almost couldn’t believe this was you. The same career-driven CEO he had dutifully served, the woman who made decisions with razor-sharp precision, who commanded everyone’s attention with a snap of her fingers—this was what you secretly craved? To be stripped of control? To be the one taking orders instead of giving them? Who knew that the woman he had once feared, the one who dictated his every move, secretly longed to be a mindless servant, void of responsibility, bound by nothing but the will of someone else?

You gazed up at him adoringly, drinking at the sight of his ruffled hair, his heaving chest rising and falling as he caught his breath. The rawness of him, unfiltered and unrestrained, filled you with a thrill you hadn’t felt in so long.

To serve someone else for once.

To be the one waiting, watching, hoping for approval.

To do so well for someone that it left them utterly speechless.

It was nearly midnight now, and you had a meeting at 7 AM. You should have stopped, should have called it a night, and sent him home. But how could you now? Not when your body was buzzing with anticipation, not when you craved more—more of his voice, more of his praise, more of him.

You wanted to keep going. To do more for him. To hear him call you his good little puppy again.

Slowly, you pushed back onto your heels, your wide, eager eyes locking with his.

“What would you like me to do now, Mr. Kang?”

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[sleepymarimo]

A TAMA...WHAT? - TOJI FUSHIGURO

"toji. if anything happens to my tamagotchi while i'm gone, i'm actually never talking to you again."

"...huh?"

: ̗̀➛ 1.2k cw: none! silly goofy fun, tamagotchi death :'(

the sorcerer killer isn't sure what to do with the small device in his hand, which looks a little too colorful for his liking. too flashy. when you'd called him a few hours ago to tell him you needed a favor, he didn't expect to be a damn babysitter to a pixelated pet for a whole week.

he would've declined, maybe suggest a "compromise", but you seemed a little too serious about your threat of not speaking to him ever again.

and, despite his best effort to maintain a nonchalant front, he knew that he wasn't going to take that risk.

you'd let him stay at your place, a nice perk, so now he lays back on your couch and fiddles with the buttons while watching the small pet eat or play or even work. how does this thing have more of a stable life than he does?

lips set into a focued pout, those big digits of his nearly crush the poor buttons into dust. "the hell do you want now?" he growls, having just set down the device to watch a boat race on t.v.

toji's never been intimidated by new jobs, by thinking outside the box, but at this moment he'd rather be taking on a horde of curses.

yet... he kind of gets the hang of it. maybe a little too much.

by day three of his tamagotchi journey, he feels pretty confident about taking care of the pet. pride surges through his veins when he checks all the stats and sees no issue, the tamagotchi thriving under his care.

he becomes a little too obsessed with the toy sometimes.

shiu, on a call with the assassin, finds himself having to pause when he swears he hears this constant beeping in the background.

"fushiguro-"

"just hold on," toji interrupts, the phone resting on the table while he works on the tamagotchi. "this thing is sick as shit. i gotta give it medicine."

the mediator isn't even sure what to say at that, a part of him wondering if his mind is playing tricks on him. "i thought you were just going to get her a new one. you're still keeping up with that thing?" shiu asks into the receiver, holding the phone between his shoulder and ear as he reaches for a cigarette and lighter.

another few beeps can be heard through the phone, then a relieved sigh. "fuck no. and m'not 'keeping up'," toji specifies, almost offended. "m'owning this piece of crap. it's easy work."

on the other end of the phone, shiu finds solace in a deep inhale of cigarette smoke. luckily, he's able to get toji on a pretty good gig with the promise of outstanding pay.

even during the meeting a couple days later, the sorcerer killer is brushing off high end clients as soon as he hears that damn beeping. "gimme a minute," he gruffly says, before mumbling in a more hushed tone. "s'fucking needy..."

raising one hand as if he's putting a simple pause on the conversation, he uses the other to click click click until he deems the virtual pet satisfied.

meanwhile, shiu is embarrassed as hell and makes an effort not to look the client in the eyes.

content enough, toji places the tamagotchi back in his pocket with a gentleness that he doesn't usually, if ever, displays. "a'right. so how much are ya paying again?"

...

by the time you arrive home a day later, exhausted from a flight and too many train rides, you're ready to be reunited with your virtual companion.

"okay toji," you call out, the door shutting behind you with a click. "where's mimitchi?"

you hear his heavy steps before you see him, his frame rather... rigid. "well hey to you too," he greets, stopping just before you and giving your form a quick once over. "and who the hell is mimitchi?"

sighing, you give him a proper hello before looking at him a little suspiciously. "that's the tamagotchi. mimitchi is her name," you explain, starting to tap your foot. where was it? "so...?"

his eyes momentarily widen, like he's genuinely surprised. "huh? it's a girl? and that's her name? what the hell..."

while it's a funny sight, you don't stop giving him that pointed look. your arms even cross, indicating that you really weren't in the mood.

toji scoffs at your little display, shrugging his shoulders. "i lost it," he replies. "must've fell out of my pocket or something..."

your heart drops. "you what? seriously? toji!" a pout settles on your lips, sincere disappointment written all over your features.

does he feel bad? yes, he does. with a sigh, he steps closer and wraps his arm around you, placing it on your lower back. he's shitty with words, but he knows how to ground you.

"look, sweetheart, i'll get you another one," he starts, his words making your heart feel a little more light. "tomorrow we can-"

breep! beep beep beep!

breep! beep beep beep!

while you freeze, toji's hand goes straight to his pocket. "shit, i thought it fucking silenced it."

jaw dropping, you look up at him as if he's just stabbed you in the back. hell, he might as well have!

"are you serious?" you chuff, not believing his audacity. your hand reaches for his pocket, but he's quick to pull out the tamagotchi and hold it out of your reach. "oh, you asshole! i can't believe you."

caught in the act, he allows himself to scowl just the smallest bit. "y'the one who left her," he points out, as if he has a say in how to be a present parent. "i'm just stepping up."

your offended gasp triggers a chuckle from him. reaching for the tamagotchi again, you whine when he moves it even further from you.

the back and forth lasts for a while, until a truce is made.

sitting on the couch, you hold the device and check up on mimitchi, who seems to actually be in pretty good condition. you're thoroughly impressed, even letting him know so.

"you're still a jerk for lying," you point out, sure that you weren't going to drop that anytime soon. he just shrugs, acknowledging his wrongs but not really apologizing, as per his usual style.

however, seeing that your beloved mimitchi is already retired and aging... you decide to let him have her. if he wanted the full tamagotchi experience, he was going to get it.

so, while he smugly pockets the toy once more, you just wait.

that moment comes a whole two days later, the day starting off just like any other. in your room, the morning light barely shining through your window, you wake in time to hear those dreaded sounds that no tamagotchi owner wants to hear.

beep...beep...beep...

then, you hear toji abruptly sitting up on the couch, pushing buttons left and right. "not a fucking chance..." he mumbles, surely not expecting a cute toy to have such an abrupt end.

you can only muffle your laughs as he stands, those heavy steps of his coming straight for your door to demand an explanation.

an: lol this idea came into my mind and i just had to get it out. hope you enjoyed bc i kinda laughed writing it:')

[worstaffection]

Super self-indulgent obsessive and possessive sentinel/airachnid/reader AU where they get stuck on Earth for whatever reason and end up in your apartment of all places.

Stay-at-home Prime AU

It’s a nightmare. Sentinel Prime is the embodiment of entitlement, so demanding and acting like he owns the place. Airachnid remains the spider on the wall, the difference being that she's the apex predator in a cramped room. Both five or something times your size, by the way. There’s got to be a few dents where they were still getting used to your small doors and their large frames.

Sentinel remains a high-maintenance bastard, and apparently only half of his needs are covered by Airachnid’s care. He’s watching too much TV and it shows when he basically makes you his personal housemaid and human pet. How you got your hands on energon, don’t ask, just bring him that drink of engex and sit with him on the couch while he watches your politics go to hell.

Airachnid now controls all the devices in your home. It didn’t take long for her to get the hang of things, nor to start dismissing it as primitive tech under her breath. You’re too freaked to ask why she’s keeping files on all your social media or why some contacts are suddenly deleted and blocked from your phone. You won’t ever be talking to your ex again and don’t forget to call her at work.

If your sleeping schedule was bad, prepare for it to get worse. Sentinel’s taking up two thirds of your bed and won’t be moving (you’re slipping into his side because of the huge dip of his weight) and Airachnid’s appendages are hovering over you in the middle of the night. That, and the glow of her eyes in the corner fixated on your sleeping body. She’s disappeared by the time you wake up, and Sentinel’s cooing at you for finally cuddling up to him.

They manage to provide in their own ways. Sentinel talks through the door when there’s unwelcome visitors and the neighbors think he’s your unruly boyfriend. Airachnid is a built-in property and digital security system, not to mention the money being funneled into your bank account (that she’s managing).

You don’t really need a job now, do you? Hell, you don’t even need to leave the apartment at this point. Trust them, or don’t. They’ve got it covered.

[virginsexgod69]

❝ Video Star — ✩❞

pairing (Season 7) Negan Smith x f!Reader

cw smut, unprotected p in v, slight humiliation, pussy slapping, bow jobs, name calling/ pet names, sex tapes, porn photography?

summary You and Negan have some fun with a digital camera you found on a run.

note ahh this is my first time writing for negan, so i hope it's okay... jdm is just tooo fine. i have wild thoughts whenever he's on screen 🫦

1.5k words

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"Smile!" you said before snapping the photo, taking Dwight off guard. The picture was blurry and unfocused and due to the flash, he was squinting and not even looking at the camera.

"The hell?" he questioned looking at you crazy. "It's a camera, duh. Found it on a run," you explained. He walked off in an annoyed huff leaving you wondering what crawled up his ass and died. You continued walking about the sanctuary taking pictures of unsuspecting people.

"Laura! Say cheese," you prompted the blonde woman as she approached you. She rolled her eyes and held her hand up to the camera, affectively ruining the picture.

"Negan wants to see you," she said. You turned off the camera and looped the strap around your wrist before heading toward his room. What is was he wanted, you had no clue. Your relationship with the man in charge was an odd one. Toeing the line between wife and solider, you had no clue where you stood. Sometimes he sent you on runs, other times he spoiled you with little treats so you wouldn't have to spend any of your points. Once, when he called you in to have a glass of 30 year old scotch with him, the two of you ended up fucking in a drunken haze which lead to regular hookups. You knocked on the door once you arrived and waited patiently for him to let you in, wondering what he wanted and hoping it was to hook up.

He opened the door, revealing him leaning against the door frame in his white t-shirt with Lucille in hand. You stood there nervously, not knowing what to say or what mood to expect from him.

"You just gonna stand there lookin' stupid or you gonna come in?" He asked. He had such a way with words. You stepped into the large room and let him lead you to the couch by the small of your back. You sat in the chair facing the couch he took a seat in.

"Got a little somethin' for ya," he said with a wolfish grin on his face. You relaxed a little as he seemed fairly happy.

"What is it?" you asked, excitement lacing your voice. He reached behind his back and tossed a ball of white fabric at you. You held it up and revealed it was a sheer, lace babydoll dress. Heat flooded your cheeks as you realized that he expected you to put it on.

"Um...could you look away while I change," you asked shyly.

"I've seen you naked, been inside you, but you don't want me to see you change?" he mocked.

"Neeegaan," you whined. He rolled his eyes with a sigh, but covered his eyes with his hand nonetheless. You made quick work of stripping off your clothes, including you underwear, and put on the sheer number. It was a bit small. It struggled to contain your breasts and stopped at your mid-upper thigh, but to Negan, it added to your sex appeal.

"Goddamn, baby. You look fuckin' hot!" He said as he admired you. It was so sheer it barely left anything to the imagination and the lacy parts made you look angelic.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer," you teased with newfound confidence brought on by Negan's words. Then you remembered your digital camera. "Here." You tossed the camera to him. He caught it and smirked when he realized what it was. A lustful look washed over his eyes as he turned the device on.

"On your knees," he ordered using his leader voice. You quickly and eagerly obeyed him, which only made his dick harden in his pants. He walked over to you and grabbed you jaw in a large hand, tilting it up to look at him before snapping a picture.

"Just look at you. My pretty little doll." And that's exactly what you felt like. His pretty little doll. His to dress and pose and fuck however he wants. It made you wet, giving him full control over you like this.

"Take those panties off." Your body was hot with lust and shame as you slid the moistening garment off your body.

"Get on all fours." You did so and he manually readjusted you to how he wanted. Your ass in the air and back arched with your chin rested on your arms crossed beneath you. The skirt of the dress slid up your body, exposing you to the cool air of the room. Negan snapped a few pictures of your face before moving behind you. You squeaked in shock when you felt his finger slide up and down your slit.

"Damn. So wet and I barely touched you." The humiliation of him taking pictures of your bare pussy only made you wetter. You got on your knees again and turned to face Negan.

"Let's make a sex tape," you suggested as you fiddled with his belt. His signature grin blossomed on his face and he looked down at you with lust filled, hazel eyes.

"Fuck yeah!" He started recording once you got his belt off and pulled his pants and boxers down just enough to free his hard cock. It sprang up, hitting his abdomen and revealing veins you could only see when he was erect. You took him in your hands, licking the precum off his sensitive tip before taking it in your mouth. You swirled your tongue around it while slowly stroking the rest with your hands.

"Quit your goddamn teasing and suck my dick," he impatiently demanded. You looked up into the camera with mischief laden eyes as you took the rest of him into your warm mouth, earning a guttural moan from the man. Your pussy fluttered at the sound. Eager to hear it again, you stopped teasing and picked up the pace. But it must not have been enough since Negan grabbed into your hair and began fucking your face at his own rapid pace, ignoring the way you gagged around his large member and the tears streaming down your pretty face.

"That's it. Takin' me so good doll." Your cunt throbbed at the praise. He was getting close, you could tell by the way he twitched inside your mouth. He groaned as he emptied his white hot load down your throat.

"You did so good baby," he praised as he wiped the tears off your face with his thumb. He helped you up off the floor before pushing you onto his bed.

"Show me that pretty little cunt of yours." He spread open your legs and zoomed the camera in on your soaked pussy. Your inner thighs were coated with your arousal, as well. He delivered a rough slap to your pussy, forcing a moan out of you.

"You like it when I hit you, huh?" You could hear the smirk in his voice as he did it again.

"Please Negan! Need you so bad," you begged from beneath him. He ignored your pleas and directed the camera to your breasts, which were barely contained by the babydoll. He pulled them out with little effort. He gave you the camera to hold while he focused his attention to them.

"Such pretty tits," he complimented before nipping your nipple. You squealed in shock and pleasure. He had never done that before, but you liked it. With a flattened tongue, he licked the nipple he bit, soothing it before taking it into his mouth. The scratch of his beard felt so good on your sensitive, bare breasts. He rolled the nipple that wasn't in his mouth between his thumb and pointer finger, causing you to squirm.

"Need you inside," you slurred. Negan pulled away from you r breast with a pop and took the camera back from you.He zoomed in on his own hard-again dick as he lined it up with your sopping hole. You were so wet he slid in effortlessly. You moaned in ecstasy as he finally put out that fire that was burning in you. He didn't hesitate as he started thrusting into you at a merciless pace. The leader couldn't decide if he wanted to focus the camera on the way your cunt swallowed him hole, the outline of his dick protruding through your stomach, your tits as they bounced in unison with his rapid thrusts, or your eyes rolling back in the head of your fucked out face. He zoomed out, capturing the beauty of it all.

"Such a good little fucktoy for me," he admonished. His words brought you closer to the edge as your walls clamped down on his cock.

"Negan 'm gnna," your own moan cut off your nonsensical, fucked babbles.

"So drunk on my cock," he grunted as he filled you with his seed, not waiting for you to reach your own peak. But he didn't have to since you came right after, arching off the bed. He pulled out and zoomed the camera in on your abused cunt. His cum slowly leaked out of your hole and onto the dark bed spread. That was the perfect place to end the video, he decided.

"Hot damn. Were you a porn star before the world went to shit?"

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not proofread, sorry! thanks for reading! <3

i uploaded this from my phone, so sorry if it's a bit of a mess.

[tom-foolery-incorporated]

if you are still doing requests could you write some more shockwave x reader? I really liked the human lover stuff you've written with him

I am vibrating rn I’m so happy!! Shockwave is my most favorite character. Like I’ve never been so obsessed with a character before so I’m glad you like my writing for him AND want more :DDD

Shockwave x Reader, racially ambiguous, gender neutral, fluff, play fighting, reader gets put in air jail

Shockwave lounged on his berth in a rare chance of free time yet still in his servo was a datapad with research papers pertaining to his current project. His optic scanned over the words as he mumbled out soft “logical,” and “illogical,” to various parts of whichever paper he was reading.

It was honestly cute watching him. To pretty much everyone, Autobot or Decepticon, hearing Shockwave in the same sentence as cute would make any bot do a double take. However to you, the little human curled up against his neck as you reclined on his protruding chasis, Shockwave was actually fairly adorable.

You pretended to know what the Cybertronian letters meant and even in your native language you doubt you’d understand what he was reading anyway. While this activity of simply cuddling your robotic lover kept you entertained for a while, you were starting to get bored and Shockwave’s helm was looking awfully kissable.

The way his audials moved and twitched so subtly. You ended up running your hand along the metal antenna; cool to the touch and shiny like most of Shockwave.

“Cease your current actions,” Shockwave said without taking his attention away from his datapad.

“Oh so you get to grope me and pick me up like a doll but I can’t pet you?” You teased. Shockwave tended to be fairly handsy with you and he very much enjoyed manhandling your much smaller form.

“Correct,” Shockwave shot back peaking at you out of the corner of his optic.

“Boo!” You pout while crossing your arms. “If you get to grab my butt then I should be able to pet your audials.”

Shockwave couldn’t help the amused exvent that came out of him. He turned his helm so he was facing you. The yellow glow of his optic casted a soft light on your form. “From previous experience you never seemed to mind when I handled you.” You knew that if Shockwave had a face he’d be smirking and you know you’d want to slap that smirk off his face.

“Shush!” You say pushing your hands against his optic in an attempt to make him look away from your now flustered state. “Your strength isn’t enough to move me,” Shockwave sounded too pleased with his observation. “You’re wasting your energy trying.”

You huffed letting your body slump against his helm with your arms around his neck cabling. Your cheek was squished against the screen of his optic as you continued your dramatics.

“No fair,” you grumbled.

Shockwave set his datapad on his lap so he could move his servo to pet at your head. You huffed hiding your face against his helm as his large digits stroked at your hair. “You are persistent in your dramatics,” Shockwave teased. “You may continue your previous actions if you makre sure not to distract me.”

You perked up at Shockwave’s offer.

The mech gave your head on last stroke before returning to holding his datapad in his servo with his canon supporting the back of the device as he read.

You scrambled to kneel on his chasis so you could get a better view of your lover. His attention was now focused on his datapad once more but you knew he could see all of your movements out of the corner of his optic.

You ran your hand down his helm stroking the metal lovingly. If Shockwave had the audacity to tease you earlier then you were going to rile him up.

You pressed soft kisses along the metal of his cyclopian helm until you reached his audial again. Shockwave only hummed in acknowledgment of your welcomed actions. Your lips slid along his antenna earning a shiver from the mech.

“Do not distract me,” Shockwave warned.

You only giggled in response.

“You know you’re so handsome, right?” You purr running your hands along the underside of his helm. Shockwave tilted his optic up to give your hands more room but didn’t say anything in response. You continued pressing kisses to his helm as your hands wandered over the metal. “So big and strong,” you continued your praises. “So effortlessly smart.” You felt Shockwave rumble under your attention but his focus remained on his datapad.

You kissed along his helm once again.

“My Shockwave,” you purred against the base of his audial antenna. Shockwave’s audials twitched and flicked in response.

You stuck your tongue out to drag along Shockwave’s antenna. The second Shockwave felt the wetness of your saliva his helm snapped to look at you almost making you tumblr and fall off his shoulder. His optic was like a pinpoint as he focused on you. You couldn’t help but break out in laughter at Shockwave’s annoyance.

“You test my patience, sweet spark,” Shockwave warned. You continued to laugh until you felt Shockwave’s digits pinch your waist and lift you off his shoulder.

“WAH! Hey!” You exclaimed scrambling around for a place to grab onto.

Using his canon arm, Shockwave slid his datapad off of his lap and onto the berth so he could get up. His head metal pedes made a clanking noise when they hit the floor. You continued reaching out to grab at Shockwave’s servo.

He seemed all too pleased when he made it over to his shelf consisting of various pictures of you two and knicknacks you had gotten him. Reaching his arm up, he dumped you on the top shelf.

“You may come down when I am finished,” you wanted to strangle the amusement out of his vocalizer.

“Hey! Don’t leave me up here, asshole!” You shook your fist at your partner as you sat on your knees with your other hand supporting your weight on the shelf.

“For your obscene language and name calling, I think I will leave you up there through my recharge cycle,” Shockwave’s audials twitched in amusement. He was all too pleased to use his size against you during your play fights.

“Nooo!!” You called back with a whine. “What if I have to pee!”

“I’ll bring you a litter box when I’m finished.”

“I’m not a cat!” You snapped back offended at his offer.

“Did you not enjoy being referred to as my pet, kitten?”

That was it. You took your shoe off and chucked it at the purple mech. You missed by a long shot having your shoe fall a couple inches from the shelf.

You pouted when you heard the unmistakable shaky exvent that was the closest thing Shockwave did to laughter.

“I’ll retrieve you once I am finished,” Shockwave teased as he returned to his datapad.

You grumbled flopping into the corner of the shelf with your one shoeless foot crossed under you. Despite your apparent annoyance with your situation you couldn’t help the smile on your face when you looked over at Shockwave.

[bad-and-drawn-that-way]

Another Vox enthusiasts I see? Well if I may...

Vox with a GN Hacker reader who was turned entirely digital after manifesting in hell. They don’t even have a physical form they’re completely stuck within Hell’s databases, their skills are obviously useful to him so he offers them a place on the team which they immediately accept on the condition that Vox makes them a vessel to inhabit because holy shit are they going stir crazy.

I’m not entirely sure how Vox’s abilities work but given he can at the very least project himself onto screens and the like I get the feeling that he’d plug himself into the system whenever they talk. Mostly because it keeps them grounded, they’re alot calmer when he’s actually next to them and not looking in through a screen.

I hope this didn’t get too wordy or long I just wanted to be thorough because I have massive brain rot for this techno mf-

Take your time with this request! Kisses darling <3

-📽

Dude, does anyone else remember having Shimeji's or that internet episode from Fairly Odd Parents? Cause that's what I'm about to write!

Digital Pet [Vox x Digital Reader]

When you first manifested in Hell, you were completely unaware that you had ended up in Hell itself. Because instead of manifesting in the overcrowded circle designated for sinners, you instead found yourself in a digital landscape. Countless screens surrounded you like a million portals. You could see the different shapes and sizes of the devices being used in hell and could even alter whether or not you saw what was being displayed on the screen or what the screen could see itself like a window to Hell.

At first, you had a massive meltdown. From what you could tell, you were the only one in this digital Hell custom-tailored to leave you isolated despite having access to every device in Hell. You wondered what you did to deserve the extra punishment layered on top of not being good enough for heaven, especially since you hadn't done anything particularly evil when you were alive.

You lost track of how much time passed. You entertained yourself by jumping from system to system. You'd watch shows that sinners binged, and you'd watch the city from large advertisement screens that overlooked the sinner's circle of Hell. Anything to stave off the loneliness.

One day, that all changed when you felt an electric buzz make the hairs on the back of your neck stand. You heard the voice of someone swearing and immediately pulled yourself away from the screen you had been sticking your nose into. When you turned, you saw another demon who was still sparking with some bright electric energy as he dusted himself off.

For a moment the two of you just stared at each other in shock. As far as you and Vox knew, you were the only ones who could access the digital realm of Hell's database. Vox is immediately wary, but you are thrilled as you approach him quickly.

"H-Hi, oh my god!" you breathe as you look him over. He didn't look new to Hell, but you had never seen anyone else in the same pocket of space as you before. "Did you just die? Have you seen anyone else? Did you just get here? It's been so long since I saw another person that wasn't on a screen!"

Vox blinked as you rapid-fired questions at him. He looked you over as you rambled something about the irony of his face being a screen when he finally shook his head and held up a hand to stop you.

"Woah, woah, woah, slow down," he started. "What are you talking about? How are you even here? No one else should be able to traverse through the database of Hell but me."

Vox's interest only grows as you explain your situation. "I see," he hummed as he looked you over with new intrigue. "I wonder if you have similar abilities to mine and just got caught in the in-between..."

It was easy enough for him to lure you into a deal. The sheer amount of panic you expressed when he pretended he was going to just leave you there was hilarious at the time. In exchange for you "surfing the web" for him, so to speak, he took you on as an apprentice of sorts. Vox trained your abilities and helped you hone your magic. While you had every hope of one day figuring out how to manifest in the physical realm the way he did, Vox cleverly avoided any pursuit of the possibility.

He liked having full power over you and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't starting to grow attached. While you hadn't learned anything about manifesting physically, you had learned how to appear on his screens. He'd never admit it to you out loud, but he found the tiny image of you running around on his devices and talking with him to be pretty damn adorable.

Despite his manipulation, the two of you actually slowly became friends. He found himself genuinely proud of you whenever you popped up to show him something new you had learned. There was a weird warm and fuzzy feeling in his chest when you would bounce with excitement at your new discoveries.

Sometimes you'd ask him to play a certain show or song for you. Even after you learned how to control inactive devices so you could look up anything you wanted, you still liked to ask him to play things for you just so you could watch them in his presence. You'd send memes to each other and Vox had to quickly excuse himself when you sent him a crudely drawn image of Alastor slipping on a banana peel while he was in the middle of giving a presentation at a meeting.

Vox was emotionally constipated, but he wasn't stupid. He could tell that the warm feeling in his chest was growing and he knew you were the source. He clutched his chest as he stepped into his lair and saw you sleeping on his desktop toolbar, waiting for him to come home after a long day at work. He had promised you that you'd watch the new episode of a show you'd been watching together, but his gameshow had run late.

He sits down with a sigh and traces over your sleeping form, feeling something twist inside of him as his claw only met with the cold, flat surface of a screen. He wondered what it would be like to hold you. To touch you. To have you in his arms while the two of you lay on the couch while you made him watch stupid shows instead of...

"Fuck," Vox whispered to himself as he pulled away from the innocent image of you. He clutched his face as he slumped forward in his chair. He had a decision to make.

And so do you, dear readers! I want to make a part two to this, the real question is:

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little things | koby

➳ categories: college au, gender neutral reader

➳ word count: 3k

➳ summary: It's no surprise when your friends' significant others swing by to drop off snacks and drinks for sustenance as you pull a much needed all-nighter for finals, but while everyone else is being looked after, who's looking after you? Enter Koby, the guy you never expected to care for you.

➳ notes: thanks for the request @mibso! ur like the best koby fan i know 🗣️

➳ cross-posted on ao3

"I... I think I'm gonna be sick."

Usopp tells you that he's on his third Red Bull as a dumb excuse for taking an unhealthy dosage of caffeine in a span of 18 hours because Nami has taken over four energy shots to power through the rest of her materials. She did it for the sake of passing Physics 189, an elective class on atmospheric physics that she stresses on too much because her love for it exceeds the exosphere, but she's starting to tweak (in Gen Z terms) because she has no fucking clue what's going on anymore.

Her head falls on the table of your study room—rightfully booked, not stolen, because your friend group is deferential compared to those study room squatters who don't even do any studying—and immediately, you and Usopp turn toward her in concern, the bags under her eyes being telltale signs of her surrender. It isn't Nami to give up on Physics 189 because she loves it more than anything, probably more than the weatherman in your local news, but in her defense, she hasn't slept in 31—going on 32—hours, and her body is giving into exhaustion despite the energy shots.

You stand from your seat across from her, reaching forward to gently shake her awake, but Nami is down like a snoozing puppy. Usopp groans when he realizes that he's going to need to carry her back to the girls' dormitories, while you thank your beliefs silently that she has finished enough of her materials to pass the exam she has to take the following morning.

"Sucks to be a physics major," Usopp mutters to himself as he pats Nami's head one last time before going back to his devices. He says that pitifully as if he isn't pitiful himself this finals week; he's a fine arts major because he likes being creative, likes putting things together, whether it be digital or traditional works of art, and if that isn't tiring enough, he also minors in engineering for fun (but maybe it isn't so bad because he has actual written exams he can study for instead of submitting a subjectively okay-tasting spaghetti due at 11:59 PM—only Sanji has to worry about that kind of shit in your circle).

Nevertheless, the grind never stops. You train your eyes back to your laptop, regaining your focus as you continue the assignment you've been working on the past hour. Once done, you hurry to the comfort room to take a quick break and arrive back at the study room to continue working.

By the time you arrive, however, more people have entered the small space, visitors from the neighboring rooms on the upper level. It turns out that they've come to visit your friends.

"Oh my god, um, is she okay?" Nami's girlfriend Vivi tries to shake her awake, causing Usopp to tell her softly that he tried to wake her earlier but to no avail. Distressed, Vivi puts down the small container she was holding and embraces Nami from behind, tilting her head toward her girlfriend's sleeping face and trying to talk her into waking up.

Usopp's girlfriend, Kaya, is the next to make her presence known by skipping over to the man, patting his head, and offering a bag of goodies and a PET bottle of lemon iced tea she got from the vending machine a few floors down. She smiles at you, and you reciprocate, not until the doors open to yet another sickly cute couple that makes you want to depressingly barf.

Sabo and Koala appear at the entrance of the study room with Sabo holding the door open for his girlfriend to come inside. She tells the two girls that study break is over, which promptly gets them moving. Vivi tells everyone that she has to bring Nami home, or else she's waking up to a grumpy girlfriend tomorrow morning, while Kaya obediently lets go of Usopp and helps him pack his things. As Sabo and Koala disappear, Usopp shyly apologizes.

"Why apologize?" you ask with a shrug.

"Because!" He gestures to the once-messy table where you, he, and Nami spent the past 15 hours studying. Now that Nami is being carried back to the dorms and he's leaving with Kaya, you'll be left alone with no one to look after you.

You shake your head. "I appreciate the concern, but everyone has to fend for themselves this season. You know the joke, 'Is it finals week or is it my final week?'" The couple bursts out laughing. "So really, you shouldn't be worried about leaving me here. I've survived the past few years in college, so this is easy shit!"

"Well, if you say so," Usopp says with a doubtful tone, but he takes it back because he's just playing with you. When he gets his things packed neatly inside his bag, he helps you and Kaya transfer a snoozing Nami on Vivi's back for a shameless piggyback ride to the dorms.

Once all is settled, your friends shuffle out of the study room, and the place is finally quiet.

Lonely and quiet.

Loneliness creeps up your shoulder as you lean back on the armchair with a sigh. Your chest feels empty, and it becomes more evident the longer you sit in quiet without the sound of Usopp's confused whispers or Nami's silent cusses. You're just alone, without your friends or any lover to bring you food to cheer you on. While everybody else is being looked after, no one is looking after you, and you'd be lying to yourself if you said that it didn't upset you.

There's always that unwanted feeling of jealousy that boils in your stomach whenever your friends and their lovers appear in front of you. They act so sweetly cute toward each other that it makes you yearn for a love as real as theirs, and now that finals season is rolling in, you need someone else's company more than ever. Kind of like aftercare, since college is kicking your ass and beating you into a pulp, so it makes sense to seek comfort. Unfortunately, you aren't graced even with the smallest bit of romantic interaction, so you just sit alone, sad, single, and most importantly, jealous.

As you wallow in silence, your stomach growls, and you realize that you haven't eaten or drunk in a while. You think back to the food Vivi and Kaya brought their lovers, and your heart sinks as another wave of loneliness crashes onto your pitiful single soul.

It feels nice to be loved, doesn't it? You think to yourself in jealousy as you look at the home screen of your cellphone.

"Shit, it's one o'clock?!" Yelling to yourself, you correct your posture on the armchair and shake your head to ward off grogginess. No wonder why Usopp and Kaya decided to leave; Kaya has strict guardians, and she only gets to hang out with a select few because she still has a curfew at her big age. It seems like she's broken that rule tonight, though.

Opening your laptop, you're notified that the battery is low. You roll your eyes as you angrily retrieve the charger from your backpack.

Unfortunately, it isn't there.

You look around your bag frantically, believing the device to be there even though it isn't. As you ransack your bag, tears of anger well in your eyes at the unfortunate event, your patience running thin by the second. You look through every pocket, hole, and nook and cranny, but the charger isn't there. When your laptop screen goes black and the stupid low battery icon flashes in the middle of the screen, your eyebrows automatically knit in fury as your hands clench into a tight fist.

Not only were you left alone, but you also can't find the one device that will get you through the night.

Having had enough, you slam your hands on the table in anger, letting the sound echo in the room and the pain settle on your skin. Fuck this shit. Fuck tonight, actually. You feel so alone and stressed by school, and to top it all off, you can't find your dumb laptop charger that you just want to—

"Ugh! I want to punch someone!"

"Okay, I'll just leave then!"

Your head spins toward the door in surprise. A guy with light pink hair peeks through the small opening like a lost dog, his hands a little shaky and his mouth forming a frown. You recognize him: Koby, one of the guys in your classes, who you got to spend a month-long group project with because the other people in your group weren't helping. Koby is calm and sweet, and you may not be close, but you vibe with him just right.

"Um, did you need something? Sorry for the noise, by the way." You sneak in an apology at the end of your question because you're not sure how Koby feels about witnessing an acquaintance-almost-stranger blare out about wanting to punch someone. Like you said, Koby is calm and sweet—it would be bad to give the poor guy a heart attack.

"I-I was going to ask if I could share the room with you since, w-well, you seem to be alone, and I saw your friends come out earlier—"

"Just come in."

Koby ignores the heavy sigh you let out in fear of ticking you off even more. Entering the room, he doesn't know why you're so stressed since you seemed to be having a good time earlier with your friends. The walls are made of glass, so he's been scouting the area like a hawk to hopefully score a vacant room to spend the rest of the night in. Helmeppo left the study hall hours ago in defeat, so he had to fend for himself alone.

Thankfully, you don't seem to be too bothered by his presence. He doesn't mean to be cocky, but maybe it's because he was a good group mate to you in the past.

Koby settles on Nami's vacant seat across from you, putting his bag down on the chair beside him. You watch him with bored eyes, and Koby swears he feels a chill run down his spine when he realizes that you're eyeing him intensely. Even then, he decides to mind his business and begin setting up his materials on the table.

Koby being Koby, unfortunately, he ends up breaking. "Sorry for the interruption," he says after feeling too embarrassed.

"It's okay. Sorry for staring," you mutter. Koby nods, disregarding your tired tone. Justifiable, he thinks. It's one o'clock in the morning, and everybody in the hall hasn't slept much besides him. He mentally pats himself on the back for deciding to sleep before coming there to study—good job.

Suddenly, he notices you groaning to yourself quietly, like a silent cry for help because you're too embarrassed to ask for it. Koby decides whether or not he should ask, seeing that you were already enraged to begin with, but he decides to just go for it because what could possibly go wrong with just asking?

"Are you okay?" he asks.

You roll your eyes. Koby hopes it wasn't meant for him.

"Yeah, yeah, I am— well, not really. No, I'm not okay. Do you have a Type C charger?"

Koby's lips open in slight shock. He's starting to get scared, like you're a ticking time bomb that can detonate any second now. Even then, he slowly nods and reaches for his backpack again to come and collect the charger you're asking for.

"Here." He pushes the device toward you, and you all but leap across the table to grab it. Koby notices your desperation when you crouch on the ground and plug the charger into the wall socket and hastily get your laptop back up and running. He gulps.

Once the screen lights up, your face brightens. "Thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

"Uh, you're welcome!" Koby awkwardly replies through a nervous laugh, delighted to see that you aren't angry anymore.

"You're my savior," you tell him. "You don't know just how sad I was today. I mean, my friends are gone, and my laptop just died on me, but I didn't bring a charger and all that shit. Worst of all, I'm literally—"

Your stomach growls.

"Starving," you finish. Koby keeps the same expression on his face, lips quirked up into an awkward smile as he listens to you ramble. You place a hand on your tummy and you rest your head on the table. "Sorry, Koby..."

He's glad to hear his name, though. It's nice to know that you still remember him despite your foggy brain and tired system. Looking into his backpack again, he grabs a small pink eco-bag and pushes it toward you.

You tilt your head up at the noise. The bag is right in front of your face.

"What's this?"

"You said you were hungry, so..." He nods to the bag and almost jumps from his seat when you snatch it with your quick hands. You look inside, then you scatter the contents on the table. Koby motions to the array of snacks: yogurt, milk, chocolate bars, peanuts, coffee-flavored candies, chocolate malted powder, and two bottles of probiotics. Realizing just how much food he had with him, he scratches his nape shyly. "Um, I always have food with me, but you can have these. I think you might need it because you've been here since morning."

You blankly stare at the assortment of snacks in front of you. Your heart pounds in your chest, and your lips form a pout.

Koby notices and assumes that you're staring at the milk.

"Sorry," he says meekly. He's kind of panicked, thinking that he brought the wrong flavor of milk. "Do you hate strawberry?"

"What?" you ask, then later on realize what he's talking about. Oh, poor innocent Koby—he thought you were upset with the milk, but really, you're just moved by his generosity. He's so kind. Do you even deserve this after scaring the guy? "No, I was just, like, thinking to myself, that's all."

"Oh," he says. "What were you thinking of?"

"I'm wondering if you're my guardian angel." His ears perk up and his cheeks start to turn pink. You pick up the strawberry milk he was talking about and inspect it closely. Then, you hold it in front of his face and make a side-by-side comparison. "Your hair and cheeks are pink, just like the milk."

His face flushes even more.

"And now you're blushing harder," you point out. As you observe the snacks on the table, many of what Koby bought seem to be strawberry-flavored, and it warms your heart to think that he seemingly has a natural attraction toward anything pink, like his light fluffy hair (and his seemingly squishable cheeks). It then crosses your mind if his hair is all-natural or if he dyes it regularly because it's the kind of pink that doesn't look real, but at the same time does. Koby catches you staring at him longer than socially acceptable though, so you snap out of your trance to avoid the awkwardness.

"I don't want to assume and waste your study time, but it seems like you're the one all entranced now," he mutters the last part because he realizes that he isn't bold enough to be making such moves on you, so he keeps his head down in embarrassment. When you don't reply, Koby opens his textbook, fixes his specs, and reads.

Your stomach aches another time, so you grab the yogurt and eat it like you haven't eaten in years. One by one, the snacks on the table disappear as you eat in silence, giving yourself a well-deserved break.

Suddenly, it hits you. Loneliness is washed away by a feeling of comfort, and, ugh, it feels so good to feel this way. Truth be told, you're still sad that your single self doesn't have a special romantic support person like your friends do, but even if you never saw Koby in that light, his company almost feels similar to it. Maybe it's the bitter jealous pang in your chest after seeing couple after couple be so lovey-dovey during finals season, but whatever it is, it's eased down a bit because of Koby. The kind guy, Koby. The oh-so-generous guy, Koby. The pink-haired guy who might be a modern-day superhero in secret, Koby. Just how many people has he done this for? Is it just you? How kind is he to share his cute pink bag of snacks because he sensed that you were hungry? What about the charger he probably needs for himself?

As you chew on an energy bar, you realize something.

Since when did Koby look this cute?

"Hey, what are you— are you crying?! Are you okay?!"

You nod your head. You didn't even realize you were crying until Koby looked up from his textbook and pointed it out. You cover your eyes with your arm.

"I'm fine, just, um, ignore me and keep studying! Gosh!"

In panic, he reaches inside his backpack for a fresh pack of tissues. He rises from his seat and walks over to you, offering it.

"Was it the candy? What's wrong?"

You reject the tissues. "No! It's just, like, about you and stuff—"

"Wha— I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to make you cry!"

"No, you got it all wrong! I'm thankful for you, not the other way around." You smile through your dramatic tears. "You're just so sweet to me. You lent me your charger and gave me food when I needed them most."

He blinks slowly.

That's it?

"W-Well, I'm glad that you're... happy... about it... I guess..." he replies questioningly. "Do you still need...?"

"Tissues? No, I'm okay." You wipe your tears with your hands and shake your head. You feel energized. "Thank you, Koby..."

...for being here.

There it goes again: the slight shock on Koby's face has a hint of confusion as he tries to make sense of your actions, but he's more understanding than judgmental given your circumstances. He doesn't know what got you all annoyed in the first place, but if you're okay as you claim to be, then that's good enough for him.

Koby smiles at you genuinely. As he goes back to studying, you make a mental note to befriend him once this is all over.