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CASUAL | danielle marsh.

— "is it casual now?"

6thmember!reader, situationship/fwb but nothing sexual, angst, fluff at the end i promise, dani swears, reader is a (closeted) lesbian, reader is horrible at reading people, written in 2nd person, they work it out on the remix

warnings : A LOT of internalized homophobia !! reader refers to herself multiple times as a predator but it's just from fear and insecurity, nothing actually predatory is happening in the story. extremely brief mentions of starvation

wc: 5.4k words

inspired by: Casual — Chappell Roan

you and danielle marsh are friends. more than co-workers, you're friends. although you don't have that much in common except for your age, it was easy to adapt to the harsh environment of the k-pop industry's training system with someone like danielle by your side.

she's always been a ray of sunshine in everyone's lives, you're not the exception. if you were in a bad mood, tired from waking up in the early morning everyday, worked to the point of exhaustion, danielle would be there rubbing your shoulders and saying something sweet like

"you're doing great, y/n! keep up!"

and then you'd smile at her, and she'd smile back, and you'd feel so much better, thanks to danielle.

you didn't have many interests in common. music taste, fashion sense, movie picks, food preferences, personality types, if anything you were almost her complete opposite. and yet, she sat in your bed every night while you scrolled on your phone, talking for hours until it the clock hits midnight and she goes back to her room.

danielle did most of the talking, and you carefully listened to everything she said. the enthusiasm in which she enunciated all her words was endearing to listen to, and it couldn't not bring a smile out of you. the girl never forgot to give you your chance to speak too, trying to get to know you better everyday.

there was one thing she could not know, however. that you're a lesbian.

if it was hard enough being gay in korea, it was ten times harder when you were about to debut in a girl group, in one of the biggest companies in the industry at the moment nonetheless.

there were times where the members would all gather and have girl talks, talking about things like movies, celebrity crushes, past boyfriends and all that stuff, and you felt left out every single time.

sometimes it's more a curse than a blessing that danielle notices everything, because when she asks, "who's your celebrity crush, y/n?", "what do you look for in a boy, y/n?", "have you ever had a boyfriend, y/n?", you never know how you're supposed to respond.

it wasn't safe. it'll never be safe.

you've known the girls for almost a year and there has never been an indication of the way they felt about the LGBTQ+ community. hanni was your safest bet, she seemed the most open minded, but then again you can never be sure.

they were all so painfully straight.

so you try your best to answer vaguely,

"i don't know.", "i'm not sure, i don't really think about that." they complain a little about your mysteriousness, but it doesn't take long for them to let it go and move on.

you don't know how long you have to keep pretending you're not sure. you are sure.

you like girls.

you don't want to keep pretending you don't. but how would they feel?.

they'd feel unsafe, uncomfortable, scared, exposed to a threat, a possibility of being prey to a predator, a little voice in your head tells you.

but you're not. you're not a predator. they know you're not a predator. you'd never do anything to hurt them, or make them uncomfortable.

so you keep pretending. but the shell is starting to crack, and a knot in your throat gets tighter everytime you hear your members ask "is he your type?".

your debut is only a couple months away. you pray to god hanni has noticed by now. she's your roommate after all.

you start playing some specific songs without your headphones in hopes she walks by or enters the room and notices. you hope she's the one that asks. but she doesn't, she never mentions the songs, ever.

so you move on to movies and shows.

when she catches you watching heartbreak high in the living room TV, she only says "oh they're aussies, right?"

when she sees you watching heartstopper on your phone while eating dinner she just says, "kit connor is soooo handsome."

she doesn't mention it when she goes into your room and you're playing but i'm a cheerleader on your laptop. but hanni has caught on.

and the next time she goes into your shared room, she closes the door behind her. you're in your bed, and you're staring at each other, both of your eyes shine with nervousness.

"can i ask you something?" she says from the door, so shakily you start fearing she's not going to take it like you wish she would.

"sure." you didn't mean for your voice to come out as quiet as it did.

it's a nerve-wracking couple of seconds watching hanni take a seat in her own bed and face you. she takes a big breath before asking, "do you- no, sorry. are you... gay?"

yes, yes, yes. i am a lesbian. i like girls. you want to scream, but the realization of reality strangles you and your throat feels so tight, and you can't say anything.

"it's not like there's anything wrong about it, i'm just... asking." she tries. you can tell she's trying. it's sweet that she's trying.

"yes." it's a struggle to get it out, and your heart starts racing, but just being able to feels like such a relief that you might start crying. but then fear washes down on you again when you can't read hanni, at all.

"i'm really sorry, hanni. i promise i'm not weird or predatory or anything, i would never try to make you uncomfortable and i'm sorry if i ever did. i promise i don't like you like that, not that you're not attractive or anything, that's not what i mean at all. i just- i would never like you like that, you're like my sister and i promise that i'm still the same y/n you met, i really hope this doesn't change anything in our-" she cuts off your rambled apology-slash-explanation with a hug.

"it doesn't. i promise." it hits you now, just now, that hanni knows. she knows.

"please don't tell the others." you're choked up, and that's the only thing you could say before the tears in your eyes caught up. i don't know how they'll take it, you want to say, but the only thing that comes out is a broken sob.

"i won't. it's okay, y/n."

you've grown closer to hanni than you'd ever thought you would. you spend your nights in your room talking and laughing and watching funny videos you send each other.

it's been a few months since you've debuted and you couldn't be happier. you had someone to rely on, someone who knows all your secrets and can trust her with them, and vice versa.

your career has skyrocketed and your popularity is through the roof, and although there are always negative consequences that come with that fame, it's been mostly great on your end.

danielle doesn't really hang out in your room to talk anymore. if you're honest, you kind of miss it, but she surely has her reasons, and you don't think too much about it.

you're currently in one of the vocal practice rooms at HYBE, setting up your phone to do a phoning live. you'd just finish your vocal practice and you had asked for permission beforehand.

after a few minutes of talking with your fans, recommending movies and talking about food, you hear a knock on your door. quite strange.

"yeah? who is it?" you yell loud enough to no cause any ruckus. the door slightly opens and a face peeks inside, "it's me!" danielle's signature smile shining brightly at you, "i saw you were live and wanted to come hang out."

you didn't even need to tell her anything before she was coming right inside the room to grab a chair and sit beside you. "well, come hang out then!" you face your screen to see danielle struggling to bring the chair closer to you, and you chuckle a bit. "dani's here, guys!"

danielle has always been very touchy; with everyone, that is. today was not the exception, resting her head on your shoulder, holding your hand and locking your fingers together, nuzzling her face in your neck, it's all things you're already used to.

it's never been more than just friendly showcases of affection, to you, at least. and you've also never been irritated by it, but there's some guilt you try to suppress.

you don't want to push her away, you're not uncomfortable with her actions, what is uncomfortable is her potentially finding out your sexuality and thinking you let her shower you with affection for your own amusement. you fear it. but you don't want to think about that right now.

you think about it again, however, when you go back home and open social media only to see videos and threads with thousands of likes and views compiling every sweet moment of affection that happened just mere hours ago.

there's a pang in your chest when you see the tens of delusional comments talking of how much they'd like to see you and your friend as a couple. it feels like you're being strangled, and you suddenly feel unwell, so you close the app and turn off your phone.

"i should watch a movie."

you fully believe your debut was your prime. everyday gets harder, scandal after scandal, comeback after comeback, day after day. you work really hard, your members know, your fans know. but it never looks like it's going to get easier.

you win awards, win some more, get another important deal, shoot another session, write another song, the cycle repeats although not in the same order. like a fucked up loop. you're so fucking tired.

you wonder how hyein is holding up. you care a lot for her, like your little sister. she seems okay, eating a bowl of yogurt and fruits in the living room with haerin and hanni. are you the only one having a hard time?

you need to relieve your stress, and there's really no other option other than going to the gym to work out. so you go back to your room to lazily change into your practice clothes and grab your backpack, "i'm going to the gym." you try your best to sound at least a little enthusiastic as you walk behind the living room couch.

"when are you coming back?" you hear danielle ask from the kitchen, a twinge of concern in her voice. "it might start raining soon."

"i won't take long. if i see it starts to get cloudy i'll get going." you try to put her worries at ease. your gym doesn't have windows, though.

you shouldn't have gone. you're not even supposed to go anyway. it's raining hard, and it might start storming soon. but your manager can't know you're here. one of the many downsides of being in a group with four minors and two barely-adults, you can't call any of them to pick you up. so fuck it, you're taking the public transportation.

kind of extremely risky considering you are literally in newjeans, but okay. what else is there to do? what you failed to consider is the only bus stop being about five blocks away. and the bus doesn't drop you off even remotely close to the dorms. so you're gonna be running in the rain and, fuck it again, you do just that.

the first five blocks to the bus stop weren't that bad, you didn't get soaked like you imagined, blocking most raindrops with your backpack over your head. you really should've just brought an umbrella, though.

good thing you brought a mask, at least. nobody seemed to recognize you on the bus. you take a seat as close as possible to the exit and take out your phone to hurriedly text the group chat.

i got a bit caught up, im omw

domt worry 2 much

ill b there soon :))

minji responds with a thumbs up, hanni leaves an "idiot" that gets a like reaction by haerin. you see danielle write and then stop writing about 3 times, but she ends up not sending anything at all, so you just turn off your phone and look outside for your stop.

it only takes a couple minutes of waiting to see the silhouette of your dorm building. you get off your seat and wait for the bus to halt at the next stop to get off. it's raining a bit harder, but there's nothing you can do except wing it.

and when you get off, you immediately put your backpack on top of your head and start running as fast as you could towards your dorm. you get some looks, but no one can possibly be able to recognize you, not at the speed you're going.

after a few minutes, your legs start getting tired not only from running, but all the exercise you did hours earlier. another thing you failed to consider in this mediocre, careless plan.

but you're almost there. and you're almost not soaked.

by the time you reach your building the only thing about you that isn't wet is your scalp. you feel your phone vibrate in your pocket, it's probably one of your members, but you're almost there, you can't pick up.

you enter the gates of the apartment, and you're probably going to make a mess on the floor on the elevator, but your legs can't take it anymore, and you thank any god that hears your prayers when the elevator doors open and it's empty. you can't take more embarrassment right now.

the doors open once again and you try not to make much noise as you run towards your dorm. someone inside must've heard you fumbling with your keys because as soon as you find the right one the door is already open, a concerned danielle with a just as worried minji behind her. you smile at the sight of them. "hello!"

"get your ass inside!" you hear hanni shout from the couch.

you're drying your hair in your room after taking a shower and explaining the situation to your group members. just as you're about to turn on your phone to see what time it is you hear a knock on your door, "can i come in?" it's danielle.

"yup. come on in!" you answer a lot more energized than a couple hours before. danielle's not wearing her usual bright smile, but rather a more worried expression. "y/n, can we talk?"

you're confused. you've never heard or seen her like this before. she's obviously been worried before, she cares about you just as much as the others, but this time it's different. "yeah, what's up?" you try your best to respond calmly and tap a stop in the bed beside yourself, which danielle gladly takes.

"are you okay?" she asks as she settles down at your side. what?

"what do you mean?" you don't notice it but you start fidgeting with your own fingers. danielle notices.

"it's just," she tries looking somewhere else, but she can't help the need of looking into your eyes all the time, looking for some sort of sign, some crack, "i can tell you're stressed. you're tired and... if you need to talk i just want you to know that i'm here." her eyes are dripping honey and her hand is so warm when she grabs yours.

you show her a sluggish smile, "thanks, dani. i appreciate that." when you look back, her face is already finding it's way to the crook of your neck. "i'm just a little tired of everything. it really feels like i'm doing the same things all over again. i know we've achieved a lot as a group but i feel like i have nothing going on for myself." you sigh, danielle says nothing, urging you to continue.

"all the songs i pitch get turned down, my other drafts feel too personal to release as a group song. every song i write with the group in mind feels, i don't know, empty?"

your eyes unfocus as a wave of emptiness washes over you and the only thing you feel is a water droplet from your bangs fall and travel down your temples. and also the warmth shared by danielle's hand in yours.

"i just feel like nothing's going on in my life." you feel danielle's head leave your shoulder and you turn to look at each other at the same time, "i think i know how you feel." she says with the sweetest eyes ever.

"thanks for listening, dani." you smile at her, but it feels so strange when she doesn't smile back. she just stares, right through you. her eyes are so pretty; you've always known but this is the first time you've looked at them directly for so long (there's really nothing else for you to look at when she's so close to your face).

oh, yeah. in a sudden moment you were inches apart. you don't remember moving so it must've been danielle.

you don't really understand what's going on. maybe this is an eye contact battle and you're not supposed to blink. and you think for a moment you had it easy because suddenly danielle's pretty eyes are nowhere to be found and you're staring at her eyelids and long eyelashes instead.

before your brain even thinks of giving you the chance to mutter "i win!" in a silly manner, you feel your own lips getting shut. covered, enveloped by another set of softness.

oh. this is not what you expected at all.

what are you even supposed to do right now? well, pull away, obviously. but that could could give danielle the impression that you hate everything about this and, really, that's not true at all. it's good. well, not good, but- danielle is not horrible at kissing.

what even is happening, anyway? i mean, you're kissing. but what else? nothing feels like it's moving; it feels like time's stopped. there also hasn't been anything that has lead up to this happening.

so you're just left there, paralyzed, in shock, waiting until danielle pulls away. just waiting until she's done with you. until she's satisfied.

and it's until danielle notices that you're not moving that she realizes what she's done. she pulls away, shaken and distraught.

"y/n, i am so sorry. i don't know what came over me, i am so so so sorry. i really didn't mean to do that. please forgive me, y/n, i am really so sorry." at this point, danielle's voice starts to break. "i don't know why i did that, it's just, i don't know, you just looked good a-and we were just close and-"

"it's okay, dani. i know."

"no, y/n, i really am sorry. i-"

"dani, i swear it's fine." you grab her shoulder to reassure her, but is anything really fine right now? "i..." you don't really know what to say next. "i don't, like, hate you or anything. i understand things like that happen. i'm not mad at you."

"really?" you've never seen her tear up so fast. you definitely didn't expect her to tear up at this. but you know the feeling of guilt so well you can't help but feel sympathy for her. "are you sure? i promise it won't happen again."

"i'm sure, dani. you could never do anything to make me hate you."

you smile at her, she sniffles. it's the last thing you hear before you hear the sound of her wristwatch's seconds ticking. you don't really know what's going through her head. you count about 34 ticks.

"did you hate it?" her voice isn't weak, but it is lower than you normally expect it to be.

you're stunned, but the way she looks at you so earnestly, with a hint of nervousness in her eyes forces you to answer within seconds, "n-no! dani, i didn't... hate it. it was just unexpected. i didn't really process it at first." it's the truth, but it feels so gut-wrenching to say.

another 20 ticks of quiet.

"can i do it again?"

hello? hello? what is going on? hello?

"i-i mean, if you want to." it sounds more like a question than a proper answer. and danielle takes it anyway.

you don't have any romantic feelings for danielle, that's for sure. she's said she doesn't have any feelings for you either. that's established. and yet when hanni is too caught up watching movies in the living room with minji and hyein, danielle is always there, sitting in your bed.

sometime's it's just little pecks while you cuddle and watch something she doesn't care much about. sometime's she's on the verge of kissing the living shit out of you.

it's never more than that. none of you let it be more than that. it's more than okay.

it's comfortable. it's casual.

and yet, every time it happens, you feel guilt eat at your stomach.

because danielle doesn't know. and she can't know.

it's not like this was your idea in the first place, it was danielle's. but the fact that you let her do it anyway could be predatory enough for her to feel unsafe if she ever did find out. even if she's the one who caused this all.

and never once do you think about yourself while it happens. it's not a moment for you, it's a moment for danielle to take. and you're okay with that. as long as she's okay with it.

you're okay with many things just because danielle is okay with them.

if danielle wants to watch a romcom, you watch a romcom. if danielle wants to eat plain yogurt, you eat plain yogurt. if danielle wants to kiss you, you let her kiss you.

it's not that big of a deal if there are no feelings involved. it's just a matter of believing that that's actually true.

you let her do whatever she wants because you're scared to do the taking. because taking feels like stealing, and doing feels like attacking. and you're so scared to hurt danielle that you forget you can also hurt yourself.

but if it's so casual, why doesn't she let go of your hand? why does she call you pretty everyday? why does she look at you with those pretty eyes like you're her whole world?

was the "i love you" she said yesterday something she meant as platonic love? is there such a thing as casual love?

was it just the sound of the raindrops on your window that made you hallucinate the sound of a love confession?

you don't eat anything for the rest of the day.

minji and hyein are visiting their parents. hanni and haerin are out of the country. and you're in the dorm kitchen trying to figure out how blurred the lines are while you mix the milk into your tea.

you feel your heart drop when you hear the sound of footsteps of the line-blurrer herself over the sounds of light rain. it hasn't stopped since the day before.

you don't want to feel anything right now, you don't want to hear anything right now.

she wraps her arms around your waist and says, "good morning." with that big bright smile on her face. at one point it started hurting when she did, but you don't remember when.

she smells like the candles you burnt in your room two days after hanni left. you were trying to get rid of danielle's scent from your room, but you couldn't tell her that, so you just said you were trying something new.

danielle notices you say nothing back, and your eyes are nowhere in particular. "watchu thinkin' about?" her always cheery tone gets you out of your trance, and she notices when you stop stirring the spoon in your cup. you're still silent for a bit, but she lets you take your time.

"i don't think we should do this anymore, danielle."

you tense up when her arms leave your waist, but it feels oddly freeing. you don't turn back to face her.

"what do you mean?"

"are we still casual?"

there's disbelief in danielle's voice when she speaks, "what are you talking about? of course we are!" but she sounds dishonest, in a way.

"really?" that's when you turn around, her eyes are wide and her cheeks are quite flushed but nothing about her seems guilty at all, "because saying "i love you" doesn't seem quite casual to me."

she scoffs, "y/n, i tell all my friends i love them. it's a normal thing!"

"i'd agree with you if we weren't kissing on the low. it's a little too much on top of that."

"i don't know what you think casual means but-"

"what i mean is we should stop before the lines start to blur, that's if they haven't already." you don't want to yell at her. you hope she understands before you have to raise your voice. "we are public figures, famous figures. if this goes wrong we can't go back and that could potentially ruin everything, not only for us but for our group."

"well, it can't go wrong if there's no feelings involved, can it?" danielle is usually playfully sassy, but she's never responded to you like this before.

"we're human, danielle. feelings can't be stopped." you're not too good at reading people, but you can see something has clicked in danielle's brain.

"what i'm getting is that you developed feelings for me while we were casual, is that right?" she seems so sure and confident that it annoys you. it frustrates you. and you want to cry.

"no, that's not what i said. but i am scared of it happening, and i want this to stop before it has the chance to."

"well, you should've thought of that before you said yes." you never really did.

"why are you upset, anyways?"

"b-because!" her voice gets louder, "i just wanted this to be casual, and now your telling me you're scared of catching feelings, it's just weird. that's all."

you sigh, "listen, i don't want this to end on a bad note. i just-"

"well, i don't want this to end at all!"

it takes you a minute to believe what you're hearing.

"a-are you hearing yourself?" it's shocking, it really is, "this is crazy, why are you being so selfish right now?"

"because it feels good! okay?!" danielle has completely let go of the loose strings of morality she was holding on to, "it fucking feels good, a-and you make me feel good. i like it when we kiss, and i like it when we cuddle and, and, i just like it, okay?!" that's the first time you've heard danielle curse in your entire life.

"okay, well, i'm glad you did. but i don't. i don't feel good at all." it's so scary and risky because you're two seconds away from telling her the truth, and this could potentially damage both your careers irreversibly, but you can't think of any lie or excuse that is true enough to keep hiding it.

"i drown in guilt every time we kiss and i feel like i'm choking when you look at me these days."

you've never seen her look so confused, like she really doesn't understand you. because she never had to.

"why?"

"i am a lesbian, danielle." you can't shatter, not now. "and it kills me because you'll never understand how hard it is to hide like this for so long. and yes, we hide this casual thing from our members, but after this is over you don't have to hide anything at all and i still have to hide everything."

she says nothing. her eyes soften, but you can't read them. not like you ever could.

"i didn't catch feelings for you, but i could, and you're not helping out. and you don't have to worry about that. you don't have to worry about your members being disgusted at you for something you can't change. you don't have to pretend. you don't have to be scared that you're making someone uncomfortable by simply existing beside them. i had to pretend i didn't care when you kissed me, i had to pretend to be okay when you kissed me again. i've been pretending to be okay with so much i don't know what being okay is anymore."

danielle still says nothing.

"but that's all gone to shit now, hasn't it?" your voice can't break now, but it does anyway, even when your not done speaking. "i can't be okay with everything. i can't be casual about everything, danielle. not anymore." there's a hot tear running down your cheek, but you try to hold yourself together.

"i never want to hurt you, ever, danielle. but i am seriously hurting myself. i am eating myself from inside out. there's nothing casual about that."

"i think i might be in love with you." is the first thing she says in minutes. and that's when you shatter completely. you turn around to leave your mug of now cold tea on the counter and you rest your elbows on it to hide your face in your hands.

"do you think that helps?" you're sobbing.

"i'm sorry. i know it doesn't. i just had a moment of realization and i think that's why i was so upset. i didn't want you to end this because i was in love with you since the start and didn't realize."

"this is fucking crazy." it really is, that's why you can't hold down the laugh of complete astonishment that leaves your lips. "do you realize how crazy this is? i just came out to you and you're- i don't even want to think about this."

"i'm really sorry, y/n." it's the first time you see guilt in danielle's face in a long time. "i really am. i really didn't know, i- i didn't know anything at all."

"you were upset of me potentially having feelings for you when it was you the whole time, huh?" this is no time or place to make jokes, you're literally crying as you speak. but this is hilarious. danielle seems to think so too given she also laughs.

"i don't know what i was thinking." she says, hiding her face in her palm in embarrassment.

"i wish i knew too." you say, "i never do."

"so what now? i mean, you clearly don't like me back." you don't understand how danielle does it. she never looks away, she faces the truth, something you're unable to do easily.

"that's a good question, i actually never thought about that." i mean, you thought the possibility of danielle ever liking a woman, let alone you, was at a mere 0.1%, can you blame yourself for not thinking of a solution to this?

"i mean, you did say you could."

"selfish asshole." you mutter to yourself, but danielle hears it anyways. "hey!"

"i'm crying right in front of you out of fear and frustration, have some respect, dude."

"i would say it wouldn't hurt to try but it clearly does so i don't know what you want to do." wow, danielle really could never do anything to make you hate her. nothing at all. "i don't mind being the selfless one this time."

"cheesy." she's always been like that, you can't say you hate it. "i'll reheat my tea and think about it."

danielle waits for you. maybe it wouldn't be so bad to risk falling in love with her too. you've risked it once.

the microwave beeps and you take your mug out. it's hot again. you turn to face danielle and she's still there, hasn't moved an inch. "i'm willing to give it a try. but nothing casual."

she shines you the widest grin you've ever seen from her. "nothing was ever casual, i fear."

"i still can't believe you cursed." you say as you walk past her to go to your room (that probably smells like danielle's perfume again).

"i did?!" she trails behind you. you nod. "i almost jumped."

"hey, am i the first one to know?"

"what, that i'm a lesbian?" she nods, now beside you. you shake your head after a sip of your tea.

"hanni knew."

"i'm not even the first? fuck..." is she doing this on purpose... she has to be, right?

"dude? hello?"

"don't dude me, i'm your future girlfriend." she hits your arm as you walk into your room. you don't know what you're gonna say to hanni when she comes back.

"confident much? shut up and pick a movie to watch." you'll figure it out later.

end.

🗒️ this wasn't as long as i thought it was gonna be THANK GOD

[luna-the-lunat1c]

NSFW Alphabet

Tamaki Amajiki

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A- aftercare

You'll have to help him, probably so overstimulated he can't move😭🙏🏼

B- favorite body part

Tamaki is most definitely a boob man

C- cum (where do they like to cum?)

Boobs or stomach

D- dirty secret

Closet pervert

E- experience

Absolutely 0 experience what so ever. But does jerk off sometimes (not often though)

F- favorite position

cowgirl, he's a bottom and loves seeing you boobs bouncing

G- goofy (how serious are they?)

He doesn't really like to be silly during.

H-hair

Has a happy trail and he's most of the time trimmed. Indigo colored

I- intimacy

He's pretty romantic but sometimes likes raw pleasure

J- jerk off

Sometimes but not often (as I've said before.)

K- kinks

Edging, mutual masturbation, bdsm, and toys

L- location (fav place to do it)

Bed or couch. really any place with plush and that is dark.

M- motivation (what turns them on)

Teasing

N- no (turnoffs)

Anal. (did this for myself. again.)

O- oral

He likes oral sometimes but not often

P- pace

Slow and sensual

Q- quickies

Doesn't like quickies and can't really have one because it takes him awhile to come down from his high

R- risk

HATES RISK AND I MEAN HATES IT

S- stamina (how long they can go)

1 round (he can't go two because he's already crying on the first😭🙏🏼)

T- toys

Likes toys and uses them on himself

U- unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves being teased

V- volume (how loud they are)

LOUD, whimpers and moans

W- wild card (random headcanon)

Likes to turn his fingers and tongue into octopus tentacle when fingering or eating you out

X- x-ray

Slight curve, 5.0 inches hard, shaft #F9C5B1, tip #DF786C, cum #F4E9E3

Y- yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He's pretty needy

Z- Zzz (how fast they fall asleep afterwards)

Pretty quick but can stay awake

(sorry if this seems like babying. i wrote this maybe a year ago?)

{THANKS FOR READING MY FOURTH FICC!!}

[sleep-0-deprived]

Uzui Tengen NSFW alphabet

A Aftercare Uzui isn’t big on after care but he does make sure that you are comfortable

B. Body part (what’s his favorite body part). Uzui is more of a thigh guy and he loves you grip your thighs when the two of you are intimate he also loves seeing your thighs in stalking or fishnets that turns him on every time

C. Cum (where does he cum) he prefers to cum in your ass but if you ask he will pull out and cum on your chest or your face, seeing you fill or covered in his seed makes him want to fuck you all over again

D. Dirty secret He wants to see you get off by riding him until you go weak he also wants you to sit on his face and eat your ass out

E. Experience Uzui’s experience with men is actually pretty good but your the first man that he has ever been with but you wouldn’t be able to tell and he is amazing with his tongue

F. Favorite position His favorite position is missionary so he can see the bulge in your stomach and your leaky dick but more than that he loves to see the expressions you make when he pounds into you

G. Goofy (is he goofy during sex or more serious). Uzui is more serious during sex but he will smirk or make a sly remark towards you

H. Hair. Uzui likes to grip onto your hair when you ride him (if your hair is long enough) he also likes it when you grip his hair tight during sex

I. Intimacy Uzui is very intimate and but at the same time he will make you so over simulated that you cry and squirm under his touch

J. Jerk off (how often does he jerk off) shockingly not often only when your not around does he jerk off otherwise he will just use your mouth or hand if he doesn’t have enough time for full on sex wich is rare

K. Kinks (is he kinky) Uzui is really kinky he has a thing for nipple play as well as breeding kink he is into Ddlb, bitting, bdsm, and bondage

L. Location. (Where does he like to have sex). He likes the bed but he likes fucking you in the shower or against the wall he also likes to fuck you in semi public places like against a window

M. Motivation (what motivates him to keep fucking you). He likes to see you all fucked out and desperate to reach your high that makes his dick throb every time

N. No/ turnoffs. When you actually are in pain he doesn’t like to see you actually hurt and hurting you in a serious way is a big no no for him

O. Oral/giving or receiving he prefers to receive from you rather than give it but when he does decide to suck you off and give you oral it feel like heaven he is amazing with his tongue

P. Pace (how fast does he go in bed) he is known for being a very fast hashira and that still applies in bed he will pound you until you can’t feel your ass

Q. Quickie He doesn’t like them he prefers to take his sweet time with you and not just fuck and go

R. Risk taking he isn’t the biggest risk taker when it comes to sex but he will still take a risk and fuck you in semi public places

S. Stamina. As a hashira that has went through hard ninja training as a child he has extremely high stamina so he can go on for hours depending how horny he is but at least 5 rounds on the normal bases

T. Toys. He and you have a box in your shared closet that has dildos butt plugs cuffs and rope also nipple clamps he loves to watch you come undone on toys

U. Unfair/ how much of a tease is he. Uzui is one of the biggest teases he will bring you right to the break of a strong orgasm and then pull back or stop he will tease you over and over again

W. Wild card he wants to put a collar on you with his name carved on it

X. X-ray / what is he packing. Uzui is roughly 9.5 inches soft and 10.1 inches when he gets hard

Y. Yearning/how high is their sex drive he is always a little horny he can fuck you for hours and still feel horny for you

Z. Zzz/how quickly does he fall asleep afterwards Uzui normally falls asleep after you while the both of you cuddle

[eepwriting]

III NSFW Alphabet

Warnings: All of ittttt

!! mdni !!

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✶ A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex.)

➮ He enjoys cleaning you up with his mouth…

➮ Will ensure you’re satisfied before he passes out.

✶ B = Body Part (Favorite on them, favorite on you.)

➮ His likes his hands. They help him do what he loves to do.

➮ He’s a tit guy don’t even try to change my mind. Whether you’re well endowed or not, he’s spending a lot of time worshipping your chest.

✶ C = Cum (Anything do to with cum.)

➮ He loves to finish in your mouth, bonus points if you open your mouth to show him before you spit/swallow.

✶ D = Dirty Secret (Self Explanatory?)

➮ He’s a finger sucker. That’s it.

✶ E = Experience (How experienced are they?)

➮ He’s got a good amount of experience. Excited to try things with you that you’ve never done if you’re less experienced.

✶ F = Favorite Position

➮ Doggy/Standing. Especially loves standing at the end of the bed, you laying down, your hips angled up to him.

✶ G = Goofy (Are they serious or fun and playful?)

➮ He’s very playful. Will tickle you, crack jokes and make funny faces sometimes.

✶ H = Hair (How well groomed are they?)

➮ Sometimes he lets it go all natural, sometimes he trims/shaves. Just depends on his mood.

✶ I = Intimacy (How intimate are they in the moment?)

➮ Depends on his mood. If he’s feeling especially lovey dovey towards you, he’ll praise you endlessly, his kisses are long and passionate.

➮ Now…most of the time, he’s fast, somewhat rough and intense.

✶ J = Jerking Off

➮ He’s a fan. Whether you’re with him or not.

➮ Likes to jerk off over you as you sleep…I’m sorry.

✶ K = Kinks

➮ Hair pulling and choking. Both on him.

✶ L = Location (Their favorite place to do the do.)

➮ He’s really just a bedroom guy. Sometimes prefers you backwards on the couch, him standing behind you.

✶ M = Motivation (What turns them on?)

➮ As stated before, he likes his hair pulled. If the two of you are making out and you tug on his hair a little, it’s go time.

✶ N = No (Something they would never do.)

➮ No scat. No piss.

✶ O = Oral (Preference on giving and receiving.)

➮ He’ll definitely go down on you if you ask but won’t try to do it all the time.

➮ He does love blowjobs though, especially when they’re messy.

✶ P = Pace (Are they rough and fast or careful and gentle?)

➮ He’s fast, almost impatient.

➮ Unless it’s early in the morning, having just woke up, he’ll take it slow and easy.

✶ Q = Quickie

➮ BIG fan of quickies. If he’s got a few minutes, he’s pulling you away from whatever you’re doing.

✶ R = Risk (Do they experiment?)

➮ He really enjoys trying new things with you and himself. A very “I’ll try anything once.” kinda guy.

✶ S = Stamina (How long do they last?)

➮ He’s got a lot. Will get you off multiple times before he finishes even once.

✶ T = Toys (Do they use them? On you or themselves?)

➮ He has a small bag of various toys he keeps in his closet. Will pull them out every once in a while.

✶ U = Unfair (How much do they tease you?)

➮ He’s a big tease. Will work you up with his mouth and hands. Kisses on your neck and chest, his hands groping and squeezing on your body. Only to walk away and pretend nothing ever happened.

✶ V = Volume (How loud are they?)

➮ He’s very vocal, whether it’s moans and groans, grunts or general conversation he has you with you, he doesn’t try to keep quiet.

✶ W = Wild Card (Random head cannon.)

➮ As mentioned before, he loves jerking off over you as you sleep…so he also enjoys fucking you while you sleep as well. (Obviously the two of you talked about this beforehand.)

✶ X = X-Ray (What will we find under their clothes?)

➮ A tattoo on his hip and a couple on his legs.

✶ Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

➮ It’s high. Again, if he’s a got a couple minutes he’s using them to his advantage.

✶ Z = Zzz (How quickly do they fall asleep after?)

➮ When he’s done cleaning you up, the second his head hits the pillow, he’s out. Loud snorer too.

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I have a lot of thoughts about this man y’all.

Feel free to request anything you’d like to see <3

K. Bye bye.

[pigtailedgirl]

Due South Season 3/4 from an Fraser/Vecchio perspective? Would there be interest?

How interested would peeps be in a review watch or some meta leaned that way?

Spoilers! And example for the brave of Strange Bedfellows.

Strange Bedfellows shook me again on re-watch.

Cause that to me is an episode bluntly about both Fraser and Kowalski not over their losses. Kowalski is Stella. And Fraser is, well sure you can guess, Ray V!

It's Fraser trying to get Kowalski to get over or gain an understanding how to because he himself is having such a hard time. He feels the same pain! Wants to help or relate. Fraser is in fix-it mode as a cope. While Kowalski does not see Fraser and cannot give that consideration, too wrapped in his own.

Ray: Look, I know that, but I, um...I worry about her. I...I think about her all the time. 

Fraser: It must not be easy for you. 

Ray: You have no idea. 

Oh, I really REALLY think he does Ray K. That reaction.

The episode has Fraser narrowly fucking passing his psych exam. Losing it because he’s got «Closets » going on in his mind subconsciously while he covers with I only see justice and the job in the ink blotches. Which when he tries to bring up Closets or what it means Kowalski is alarmed by. Does not understand the reference. Or understands too well, but doesn’t associate.

Like the therapist says, let’s play a little Word Association Time. What has the show associated closets with repeatedly?

Then there is Fraser being awkwardly argumentative telling Kowalski there are people who breakfast date you know.

Ray: A breakfast date? 

Fraser: Well sure, people have luncheon dates, dinner dates, why not a breakfast date? 

Ray: Because it's um...what's the word? Stupid. 

Fraser: What's so stupid about that? I mean eating together is eating together. I don't see how the time of day is relevant. 

Ray: It's relevant because people go on dates to get into bed, not out of them. 

Fraser: That's an extremely narrow interpretation... 

Ray: You know, Fraser, if I want to know how to track musk ox across the tundra, fine. But when it comes to the dating habits of The Stella, I happen to be an expert. 

Fraser: All I'm trying to say is... 

Ray: Plus it would take an act of God to get her out of bed. I don't think she drove an hour across town just to chomp cereal with muttonhead. 

Ah. Yeah.

Finally, the ending scenes.

Fraser asking Kowalski if it's true he meant you can't go back, and Kowalski says no, I lied. Right in the feels for both. Kowalski says he feels like being alone. Then they walk off in different directions and… don’t bother to fix that. It knocks me dead as an example of where Ray K and Fraser are at for now.

When Fraser is awkwardly aware he’s in his closet at episode end and that has Thatcher, his usual heterosexual love interest, and himself, judging the mental stability there of. With his closet converted to his ghost dad's office cabin. His ghost dad as his only emotional outlet or escape.

When Ray K is still dancing with the music and memory of him and Stella alone in his apartment. What Eclipse hinted is a pattern. Still focused on what could have been.

Heartbreaking.

[sjsmith56]

A Better Choice

Summary: AU one shot. The Avengers are matched with charities to help increase donations over the Christmas season but no one seems to want to be associated with Bucky, until the PR person finds an organization willing to work with him.

Length: 3.6 K

Characters: Bucky, Amanda (PR person, not described), cameos by Sam, Steve, Natasha, Tony, Wanda and Alpine.

Warnings: Tony is flippant, Amanda thoughtlessly offends Bucky, references to Bucky’s past as Winter Soldier and assassin, Bucky feeling isolated and unliked.

Author notes: In this alternate universe Thanos was defeated in Wakanda. Bucky was brought into the Avengers after being part of that battle. Tony forgave him for killing his parents after being shown proof of the torture that turned Bucky into the Winter Soldier and they are civil with each other, although still not quite comfortable together. Steve still handed the shield to Sam, wanting to step back as he and Natasha became a couple. Vision wasn’t killed, as the Mind Stone was successfully removed and destroyed. This all takes place within a couple of months, ending on December 22, 2018. Slightly Christmas themed.

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It had been a warm fall, one that the older folks often called Indian summer. Usually only a week or so in length this month-long session of warm hazy days and crisp nights made the October foliage glow in the sun’s rays, lulling people into believing that it would be a mild winter. In New York’s Union Square Park many people took advantage of the weather by flocking to the grassy areas exercising, visiting, napping, and even enjoying some romantic times with their loved ones. As Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes strolled through the crowded park the current Captain America grinned at the number of people using the beautiful day to be physically affectionate in public.

“To be young again and not care if people see you making out,” he grinned as they passed another couple with their lips locked together. “Those were the days.”

Bucky glanced at the latest people to catch Sam’s attention and grunted in response. “They would have been arrested for public indecency in my day,” he noted. Sam’s reaction to that statement prompted him to make a disclaimer. “I’m not saying it’s unacceptable in this day and age but seriously, some of them take it too far. Like they need to get a room or something.”

“Sure, Grandpa,” joked Sam, then he stopped and pointed towards the object of their search. “You want to tell them?”

Not even 20 feet away from the sidewalk a blond man and red-headed woman were pushing the boundaries of what Bucky referred to as public indecency. Approaching the pair, the two men waited, not saying anything until the woman smiled mid-kiss.

“I think we’ve been found,” she mumbled, then opened her eyes and looked up at the two men whose shadow crossed over them. “Yup, Steve, we’re busted.”

The former Captain America pulled away from Natasha Romanoff and looked up at a smiling Sam and scowling Bucky. Grinning at them both he leaned back, seemingly not bothered at being found in this position.

“Guys.” He greeted them with a small salute. “What’s up?”

“Seriously?” asked Bucky. “We’ve been calling both of you for almost an hour. You couldn’t take the call or text us back?”

“We were busy,” replied Steve. “You’re only young once. Why do you look like the assistant principal did when he caught you and Moira McGuire in the sports equipment room?”

“Okay, first of all he didn’t catch us in the room, he caught us coming out of it,” replied Bucky, exasperated. “Secondly, it was the janitor’s closet, not the sports equipment room and he only heard us because I knocked the mop down. He asked who was in there and we came out.”

Steve began to chuckle then leaned towards Natasha. “He knocked the mop down because Moira touched him in a special place.”

“Steve!”

Bucky glared at him, making the other three laugh. In a huff he turned around and walked away, leaving Sam to deal with them. Offering his hands to help them up Sam waited until they were standing.

“We have a meeting,” he said. “Something the PR people want us to do as the Christmas season descends upon us. Sunshine over there doesn’t want any part of it.”

“What is it exactly?” asked Natasha, holding hands with Steve.

“Don’t know but he already doesn’t want to do it.”

“Oh my god, it’s both Captain Americas and Black Widow!” exclaimed someone.

Suddenly, they were surrounded by fans, clamouring for autographs and selfies. Bucky watched with an impassive face from a distance. Despite him being pardoned and accepted as an Avenger he rarely received public acknowledgement. Natasha always said his resting bitch face kept him isolated from the public. He never disagreed with that assessment. While he waited his cell phone vibrated and he pulled it out of his jacket.

Tony: Cap2 isn’t answering his phone. Have you found Stasha?

Bucky: Yes, in Union Square Park. Right now, they’re dealing with fans. 🙄

Tony: Meeting is in half an hour. Can you hurry them up?

Bucky: 🤷🏻‍♂️ I’ll try.

With a sigh he advanced towards the small crowd around the other three.

“Tony wants you guys to move it,” he announced. “Meeting is in half an hour.”

Steve looked at him as if that wasn’t going to be possible. With a shake of his head Bucky began walking back to the Avengers Tower, leaving them to make their own way. Striding back the short distance he entered the tower, nodding at the security guards on the main floor.

“Mr. Stark is looking for Captain Rogers and Miss Romanoff,” said one of them.

“Found them, told them to get here,” he replied, as he walked past the desk to the elevator.

While he waited for the elevator, he heard laughter behind him and watched as Steve, Natasha and Sam entered the building. Steve looked towards him as the doors opened.

“Hold the elevator,” he asked, as they came past the security desk. He waited for Natasha to enter before him. “Made it. You could have waited at the park. It didn’t take that long.”

“No point to me being there,” replied Bucky. “No one wants my autograph.”

He looked up at the display while the elevator sped up to the common room at the penthouse level. As they walked into the space it was obvious everyone was waiting for them as everyone was already there.

“At last,” announced Tony. “Thank you for coming as quickly as you could.”

He looked directly at Bucky as he spoke, as if it was his fault the others were late. Biting his tongue Bucky sat on the couch beside Wanda, resting his hands between his long legs. Fixing his gaze on the coffee table he didn’t make eye contact with anyone. Wanda gently touched his arm, and he heard her voice in his head. Having been part of HYDRA herself she could empathize with his feelings.

“We know you’re not responsible for them,” she thought. “Tony isn’t sure what the meeting is about, and he doesn’t like being out of the loop.”

Turning towards her Bucky raised his eyebrows, but Wanda just smiled kindly at him, then nodded towards where a strange woman was standing.

“Who is she?” asked Bucky, still connected telepathically.

“Avengers PR, I think,” replied Wanda. “She’s pretty closed off due to fear. I can’t read her.”

“Everybody I want to introduce Amanda Weston,” announced Tony. “Amanda is with the PR department for the Avengers, and it appears they have arranged something for us to take part in.”

With a flourish he turned the floor over to her and she stood in front of the group trying to appear confident.

“As you know the reputation of the Avengers took a hit after Agent Romanoff released the HYDRA files as it also showed SHIELD’s dirty laundry to the public,” she began. “You regained some of that reputation after defeating Thanos. However, there is still a way to go before the public is back to the levels of support seen before the capture and rehabilitation of Sergeant Barnes.”

Bucky felt his cheeks burn at her referencing him, as if he was the reason behind the drop in support for the organization.

“I thought we weren’t going to be referring to the inclusion of Bucky into the Avengers in that way,” stated Steve, his eyes focused on the woman. “He is officially the longest serving PoW in history and that was confirmed at his hearing where he was provided compensation for the criminal way in which he was kept prisoner due to the collusion of high-ranking government and military officials as well as receiving a complete pardon. You make it sound like he didn’t deserve to have the life that was denied him.”

Amanda looked a little flustered, glancing at Tony for support but he let her dig herself a deeper hole.

“Of course, you’re correct,” she stammered, then looked at Bucky. “My apologies, Sergeant Barnes, for not being more supportive about your rescue. By all accounts you are a valued member of the Avengers who has shown his bravery several times since you were welcomed into the organization.” He said nothing, still feeling exposed to the judgement of others. “It’s been suggested that it would help the Avengers if the team members became involved with some charitable organizations, especially with the holiday season approaching.”

“We already have charities we’re involved with,” stated Tony, looking defensive as he stood with his arms crossed. “What exactly are you proposing?”

“Most of the current involvement has involved either monetary donations, or low-key support at charity galas and the like,” said Amanda. “We would like to see something more active and visible.” She had a stack of folders in her arms, with people’s names on them, and distributed them. “I’ve taken the liberty of matching you up with charities that have already expressed an interest in pairing up with certain individuals. You would spend time with the organization, doing actual work, as outlined in the folders. We would send a photographer or a film crew to document your time with them, then they would use that in their holiday season publicity to help solicit donations.”

“How long are we doing this for?” asked Steve.

“Just until the new year,” she replied. “Although if you enjoyed it and wanted to maintain the relationship that would be entirely up to you.”

Bucky looked at her, as there was no folder given to him. “What about me?”

“Ah, yes,” she stammered again. “Unfortunately, we were unable to match a charity with you. I’m still working on finding you one.”

With a scowl he stood up. “Let me know when you finally bribe a charity to allow me to be associated with it.”

As he stormed out of the meeting, she tried to call to him and apologize, but he was already gone.

“I’m sorry, I really did try,” she said to everyone else. “Christmas season is when a lot of these charities get a majority of their fundraising done and they really want someone who seems… more in tune with the holidays.”

“You know that he feels isolated by people’s prejudices about him, right?” noted Natasha, her tone a little hard. “Doing this without making him feel included just feeds that isolation.”

The woman spread her hands in resignation, not sure what else she could have done. She had only been with the Avengers PR team for a few weeks and was disappointed with herself that she had already managed to offend not just Barnes but other members of the organization. It hadn’t been her intention at all, and she wasn’t sure what to do about it.

Over the next few weeks, Amanda scoured the internet for more charities, trying to find one that would be willing to have Bucky Barnes as their Christmas helper. It seemed like they were keen on having an Avenger, until they heard it was him. Then they backed away, unwilling to be associated with him. Just as she was about to give up any hope of finding the right fit, she received an email, asking if the offer still stood. The charity in question had another celebrity lined up but their first session with them didn’t go so well and the person decided to cancel the agreement.

At first, Amanda was going to forward the email then second guessed that approach and printed out the email from the organization. Stepping out of her office she took the elevator up to the residential floors of the Avengers Tower to look for Barnes. When she didn’t find him in his apartment or in the common area, she asked Friday for help in locating him, learning he was working out in the gym. Heading to that floor she entered the gym, finding him alone, running on the treadmill in just a pair of shorts and runners; music blaring so loud that he didn’t hear her enter. Words didn’t do justice to the sight of Sergeant Bucky Barnes, shirtless, and for a moment she forgot why she was there, as she stared at the man. Then he noticed her and stopped running, glaring at her as he grabbed a towel and draped it over his shoulders, covering up the sight of his broad and muscular build.

“Friday, lower volume,” he barked, then looked at her. “What?”

Hesitantly, she approached him. “I found a charity for you,” she said, holding out the printout. “The celebrity they lined up cancelled and they want you to help them out.”

He smirked, before taking the sheet from her. “So, they’re scraping the bottom of the barrel, huh?”

“Please, don’t say that,” pleaded Amanda. “I feel terrible about not having something lined up for you at the meeting. I’m so sorry I offended you with how I worded everything. I’m not the most confident person and this is my first PR job. To be honest, I really admire you. After everything you went through to still want to help people is pretty cool.”

He read the printout then looked at her. “There’s no one else? I’ve never done this sort of thing before.”

“I think you could do a lot of good with it,” said Amanda. “I mean, you’re all badass and everything. This could really show your softer side and they don’t mind who helps them, right? They don’t know who you are. You’ll just be the human that takes care of them.”

He read the sheet again, then breathed out audibly. “Alright, I’ll do it,” he said. He shrugged. “Thank you for the apology and for not giving up. I know I can seem rude or distant a lot of the time but it’s hard not to be when people think I’m still him.”

She gave him a shy smile. “I’ll check in with you in a couple of weeks to set up the shoot. We’ll make you look good; I promise.”

He smiled back then she turned around and left the gym as he watched her walk away, thinking she was kind of cute. He read the email again and smiled. This might not be so bad.

📺

News segment on local news broadcast, December 22, 2018.

Spotlight on Local Charities

Tonight, we’re visiting the Alley Cat Initiative, a local charity that not only takes care of stray or feral cats and kittens but also helps prepare them for adoption with loving families. The organization, which has been active in the Brooklyn area for the past ten years, found itself the recipient of some extra help this holiday season with the attention of one of the Avengers, known more for his previous occupation. Cassie Evans has the story.

“He’s infamous, and often comes across as menacing and unfriendly. But nothing could be further from the truth when you witness this Avenger with the cats and kittens he helps look after.”

[Scenes are shown of Bucky Barnes, identified by a banner at the bottom of the screen, arriving by motorcycle at the Alley Cat Initiative, a cat shelter in Flatbush.]

“I started with the organization about a month ago,” said Bucky, as several kittens were perched on his shoulders, while he cradled another in his arms. “We were encouraged to work with a charity that needed our help, but no one wanted to be partnered with me. It hurt, you know, because I’m just a guy with a past that I’m trying to make amends for. Then ACI offered me a chance and I’ve been here just about every day since then, minus the days I’ve been on a mission.”

“That’s right, Bucky Barnes, a man who was once one of the world’s most feared assassins, is now happily helping this organization by cleaning litter boxes, hand feeding orphan kittens, and even giving feral cats the first baths of their lives.”

[Scenes are shown of Bucky replacing cat litter, gently feeding a newborn kitten with a milk-filled syringe while cooing to it, patiently brushing out the long hair of another cat, and filling up a sink with warm water before lowering a hissing, spitting cat into it.]

“My metal arm is kind of an advantage when I’m handling feral cats because their teeth and claws don’t hurt me,” smirked Bucky, as he was shown giving a yowling cat their first bath, a necessity to remove fleas from their fur. “Even my right hand, when it gets clawed up, is healed by the next day and I can take the pain, easily. I modulate my voice to be softer and lower, and that helps calm them down. Within a few days they’re accepting my touch better and learning that people can be kind. I’ve even adopted one of them for myself.”

“This pretty kitten, Alpine, named for her snowy fur, and blue eyes, is deaf. Found under a dumpster, she bonded quickly with Barnes at ACI, and he is teaching her to respond to sign language, which surprisingly he is adept in. Adoption fees are assessed on a cost recovery basis, as the organization is non-profit. Any shortfalls have always been covered by donations. Since Barnes became involved with the organization, they have posted images of him working at their shelter in the Flatbush area of Brooklyn on their social media accounts. Those images have become a big hit, generating many likes and increasing interest in adoptions, and donations to the organization.”

[Scenes are shown of Bucky signing to Alpine to stay off a counter, using a cat toy while playing with her, then other images that have been on the organization’s Facebook, Instagram, and X accounts. He is also shown being approached by children, as he shows them how to stroke a cat.]

“They do a lot of good here.” Barnes stroked Alpine, while another cat on the back of the chair he was sitting in bumped its forehead against him. “All of the cats they take in are spayed or neutered, receive all their shots, and get fully assessed before being put for adoption. There are some that are too wild to go into a home so they have set up a sanctuary for them where they can live safely. The sanctuary is one of my favourite places to sit and think about things. The cats trust me and allow me to be there with them. I feel welcome at the Alley Cat Initiative and plan to stay on as a volunteer for as long as they’ll put up with me.”

“The staff at the Alley Cat Initiative are thrilled with Barnes’ dedication to his volunteer role. In fact, he has become one of their more dedicated volunteers and has already garnered Volunteer of the Month status for December. If you are interested in becoming a volunteer with the organization, please contact them by the means shown at the end of this segment. Who knows? Maybe you’ll be working alongside one of the more well-known Avengers. This is Cassie Evans, for WSNY News.”

[The contact email and phone number of the Alley Cat Initiative was shown for about ten seconds.]

🎄

Amanda looked at Bucky, seated next to her with Alpine in his lap, as they sat with the others in the Avengers common room. He looked back at her, then squeezed her hand.

“It was good,” he said. “I’m happy with it.”

“You did good, Buck,” said Steve.

“Never thought you would be a cat lady,” smirked Sam, who ducked when Bucky threw a cat toy at him.

“Well, the whole program did really well,” said Amanda. “Avengers participation seems to have had a positive effect on donations to all the charities. They all tagged us, which generated more hits on our social media accounts, with many positive comments. Thank you for making me look like I knew what I was doing when I proposed it.”

“Alright, enough patting each other on the back,” said Tony, somewhat impatiently. “The staff Christmas party starts in ten minutes. Manchurian Candidate has cat hair all over his suit and needs to take care of that. Amanda Hug and Kiss did a great job and we’re glad to have her working for the Avengers.” Nobody moved and he rolled his eyes. “Come on, we have a party to get to.”

The others stood up and drifted over to the elevator. Amanda stood up but Bucky touched her hand, making her stop. He watched as the others entered the elevator car then he stood up and faced her.

“Thank you,” he said, sincerely. “They ended up being the best fit for me and even though I wasn’t their first choice I think I was their better choice.”

“Well, I think you’re my better choice,” she replied, still holding his hand as she looked up at him. “Are we making our relationship known tonight?”

“It’s only been a few weeks,” he smiled. “But I’m willing if you are. Alpine likes you and she has good taste.”

Leaning over, Bucky brushed his lips over hers then took Alpine back to his apartment, coming back with the hair removal roll. Handing it to Amanda he waited while she ran it over his jacket and pants, then took it from her hands and gave her a better kiss, wrapping his arms around her. They went over to the elevator and waited for the doors to open, then stepped inside. Holding hands when the doors opened on the party floor they stepped out to the sights and sounds of a Christmas party already in full swing. When people noticed they were holding hands they received several acknowledgements via a raised glass. Looking up, Bucky noticed a large sprig of mistletoe above them and chose to honour it by kissing Amanda in a way that would leave no doubt that they were a couple. It was Christmas, he had a girlfriend, and for the first time in a long time, felt like he belonged to something bigger and better than himself.

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[david-tennant-addict]

yo yo yo could I request a Medic alphabet

OMG OMG OMG YES. I’m going to guess you want nsfw so here ya go!

Medic NSFW Alphabet

————-MINORS DNI————-

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He’s sweet and caring. He cleans up so you guys don’t sleep in a mess

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He likes his accent because of how intimating and insane it sounds. And he likes your voice as well. He likes how you use it against him

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He sometimes likes to cum in but sometimes not. It depends on his mood

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He doesn’t keep his kinks a secret from you

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s a doctor of course he knows how sex works

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He likes missionary or fucking you against a wall

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He’s serious unless you crack a good joke during it

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He’s groomed. He just doesn’t like how it feels when he’s overgrown

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

If he’s not like a horny dog he’s very intimate

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn’t really unless he really needs to and is alone

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Bdsm, knife play obviously, semi public, the list goes on

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The medic bay, his bedroom, a closet, anywhere works if he’s horny enough

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Touching him a certain way. Only his partner(s) get to touch him as well

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Nothing with bodily fluids other than cum

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He’s good at giving but he doesn’t mind receiving. I mean who doesn’t? 😏

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He’s usually very fast but if he’s super horny than FAST AS FUCK

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not a big fan but he needs to then he will

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He will take risks. That’s all I have to say

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can go for a good 3 rounds and about 5 mins each depending on horniness level

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He has a bunch and would love to use them

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He can be unfair if he’s punishing you

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s loud af. Grunting, whining, whimpering,moaning. Everything

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He likes when you guys do roleplay where he’s the doctor and your either the patient or nurse

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He’s a good 7 inch and not too thick

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

About a 6/10

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

About 8 mins after you guys clean up

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I hope you liked it!

[sweettoothvn]

d d d d does Zach have a nsfw alphabet?? 👁️👁️

The kinkiest and subbiest

NSFW BELOW

A = Aftercare

Depends on how long you two have gone for. He typically stops when his partner is exhausted- even if he’s tired he still wants them to have a good time. If he’s worn out before you (which would take a lot tbh) he’s very cuddly affectionate and silent. If he were to talk none of it would make sense anyways. If you’re the tired one then he simply admires you and does what he can to make sure you feel loved. May that be giving you a massage or holding you and watching silly movies until you fall asleep.

B = Body part

He really likes chests. It doesn’t matter if you have a small or large chest, he loves it all the same. Also thighs- He wants his partner to squish him with their thighs. Largely he just wants his face to be sat on.

C = Cum

Down the hatch i guess.

D = Dirty secret

Majorly into BDSM. Besides his closet full of sex toys, he has some BDSM equipment he’s never been able to use and well. Now you’re here- if you’re willing- to use it on him that is. 

E = Experience

He's gotten around just a bit- had at least 5 reoccurring flings

F = Favorite position 

Cowgirl, Missionary, or 69. He really likes being able to see his partner- just as much as he likes them sitting on his face or ruining his throat.

G = Goofy

He can be a bit giggly but it’s more so because he’s shy and shocked that he’s even doing this with you- He really likes you and doesn’t want to mess anything up.

H = Hair 

Silky smooth

I = Intimacy

He’s probably the most affectionate out of the main cast, along with being one of the most touch-starved as well. He always makes sure you’re comfortable, asking what’s okay and what isn’t- the last thing he’d want is for you to not have a good time. He focuses more on your pleasure if anything.

J = Jack off 

If you don’t know what coomer means, look it up.

K = Kink (guys bear with me PLEASE)

Somnophilia (on him), Non-Con, BDSM, Masochism, Exhibitionism, Anilingus, Bondage/Shibari (on him), Roleplay, Cosplay, Costumes, Cuckholding, Voyeurism, Pegging, Master/Slave, Human Furniture, Humiliation, Sensory Deprivation, Overstimulation, Orgasm Denial, Asphyxiation (on him), Gagging, Impact Play, Objectification, Tentacles, Wax Play, Oviposition, Electrostimulation, Accidental stimulation, Branding, Writing, Chastity, Clothed sex, Body worship (typically on his partner), Collaring, Degradation, Double Penetration, Blood play, Knife play, Edge play, Face fucking/sitting/riding/slapping, Flogging, Frotting, Helplessness, Hypnotism, Imprisonment, Jerk Off Instructions, Latex/Rubber, Medical play, Military, Needle play, Objectophilia, Odaxelagnia, Pet play, Phallophilia, Phobophilia, Retifism, Slime, Spanking, Stockings, Telephonicophilia, Zentai, Power play, Menophilia

L = Location 

His or his partner’s room

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

…it… it really doesn’t take much.

N = No 

Watersports/Scat/Vomit/Bathroom Fetishes, Vore, Snuff, Mutilation/Gore (unless in art)

O = Oral 

Giving, he’s gotten a lot of practice. 

P = Pace 

If he’s topping (which is rare) he’s slow and sensual

Q = Quickie 

He doesn’t mind them- unless you want him to give you head then he’s more than happy to.

R = Risk 

He’s down to experiment

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

It really depends on what you two are doing but he’s more than okay with his partner forcing him past his limits.

T = Toys 

He has a walk-in closet full of sex toys- typically he uses them on himself. He buys whatever his partner wants too of course.

U = Unfair 

He’s really bad at teasing but if you tease him he’ll get horny pretty fast.

V = Volume 

The loudest out of the main cast.

W = Wild card 

His entire room is Hentai Heaven

X = X-ray 

He has a very strict skin care regime so not only is his skin soft but clear of many blemishes. He isn’t violent like his brother either so there are rarely any scars. 

Y = Yearning 

Please fuck him please he’s so desperate ple-

Z = Zzz 

If you went for a long time then maybe 15 minutes, but normally 30 minutes to an hour

[hunterwritesstuff]

Nsfw Alphabet with subspace (his rewrite I mean.) BTW!! I am 18+ (22 to be exact lol)

I'll do my best! :D

SEGGS SHIT UNDER CUT!!! MINORS DNI!!!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He tries to help as best he can, but uh. He doesn't really know how??

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He likes his chest, he feels like it's very comfortable!

He likes his wife's tits. And tail :)

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He like. has a thing where his pullout game isn't exactly the best, he just gets so lost in pleasure he just sorta. runs out of time to.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He likes his tail being tugged on.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

LOOK AT HIM.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary, he could fuck with breeding press too, if he knew what it was.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He's a little goofy, but he's trying to be serious. He's funny on accident. Poor guy.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He's shaved down there, pretty much literally can't grow hair down there.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He's loving in his own way.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He usually heads to a soundproofed closet for this kinda thing.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He likes being collared(doesn't know why), nicknames, tail-tugging(on his end only lol), stuff like that.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Bedroom usually, Meteor's office if it's soundproofed/she's comfortable with that.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

His tail being touched, whispers, gentle touches, nicknames, shit like that.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything with bodily fluids. Even Subspace has his limits.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He prefers receiving, as he worries his mouth won't be satisfactory for Meteor :(

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends on his mood, but usually he's fast and rough.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He doesn't like quickies.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He's game to experiment lol

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He has a pretty average stamina.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He has a strap-on if Meteor wants to peg hi-

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Not a tease at all, teasing kills him and gets him whiney.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Mother of GOD. Whines, whimpers, begging, it's all there.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He's really into pegging.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

A bit above average size and girth, I'd say.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Pretty high, yeah.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

If Meteor doesn't need anything immediately, he's out like a light.

[icymusicdiary]

current driving playlist

…And You Will Know Us By The Trail of Dead --- "Heart in the Hand of the Matter"; "Days of Being Wild"; "Relative Ways"

Afrorack --- "Rev" and "Desert"

Aho Ssan --- "Tetsuo II"

Alberich --- "Chilsong Chamber"

Alice Glass --- "Remains"

Andy Stott --- Luxury Problems

Annabelle Playe --- Geyser

Ansome --- Selections from Hounds of the Harbor

Arvo Part --- Tabula Rasa mvmt 1, Magnificat for Choir, Annum per Annum for Organ

Austra --- Selections from Feel It Break

Autechre --- Selections from Exai

Author & Punisher --- Selections from Krüller

Bach --- Selections from the Sonatas and Partitas for Solo Violin; Selections from the Well-Tempered Clavier

Beethoven --- Kreutzer Sonata mvmt 1; Symphony 9; Grosse Fuge; Selections from String Quartets opp 127, 130, and 131

Blanck Mass --- "Hush Money"

Bolis Pupul --- "Frogs" and "Ma Tau Wai Road"

Candy Claws --- Selections from Ceres and Calypso in the Deep Time

Carter Tutti Void --- Triumvirate

Chastity --- "Sun Poisoning" and "Strife"

Cherry Glazerr --- I Don't Want You Anymore

CHVRCHES --- "Lies"; "Recover"; "Clearest Blue"

Clark --- "Slap Drones"

Closet Witch --- "Personal Machu Picchu"; "Daylilies"; "Dogs Running"

Cloud Rat --- Do Not Let Me Off the Cliff: Deluxe Edition and "Luminescent Cellar"

Coheed and Cambria --- "A Favor House Atlantic"; "The Afterman"; "Welcome Home"; "Key Entity Extration III: Vic the Butcher"; "The Suffering"

Connesson --- Selections from Pour Sortir au Jour

Cremation Lily --- "I Need to Stop Blaming Myself"

Debby Friday --- Good Luck

Debussy --- Prélude à l'après-midi d'un faune

Diana Damrau --- "Der Hölle Rache"

Divide and Dissolve --- "We Are Really Worried About You"

Dobrinka Tabakova --- String Paths

Dolor --- "Pull Me In"

Eduardo Egüez --- Misa Criolla mvmt 2 and 3

Elbow --- "Grounds for Divorce"

Elusin --- Selections from Synfuels

Emma Ruth Rundle & Thou --- "Magickal Cost"; "Out of Existence"; "Orphan Limbs"

Ensemble La Chimera --- "Tonada El Diamante"; "En Aquel Amor"

Fever Ray --- "Kandy"; "Looking for a Ghost"; "Tapping Fingers"; "If I Had A Heart"; "Keep the Streets Empty for Me"

Giles Corey --- "No One Is Ever Going To Want Me"

glass beach --- Selections from plastic death

Gris --- Il était une forêt

HEALTH --- Selections from RAT WARS; "SLAVES OF FEAR"

Holy Fawn --- "Yawning"

IAMX --- "Insomnia"; "Surrender"; "Spit It Out"

Ictus --- Imperivm; Hambrientos De Un Sol Distinto; "Sed de Venganza"

Jai Paul --- "BTSTU (Edit)"; "Jasmine"

Joanna Newsom --- "The Things I Say"

Keygen Church --- Nel Nome Del Codice; "S E V E R K E T O R"

Kite --- "Hills"

KLANGPHONICS --- "Shapes in the Spray"

Lauren Bousfield --- "Another World is Possible - Presented by US Bank"

Lingua Ignota --- Selections from Sinner Get Ready; "Spite Alone Holds Me Aloft"; "All Bitches Die (Bitches All Die Here)"; "May Failure Be Your Noose"

Lone Pilgrim --- The World Is Not My Home

Lorn --- "Chhurch"

Lorn & Dolor --- Zero Bounce

Low --- "More"

LSDXOXO --- "Sick Bitch"

M. Lamar --- Negrogothic and Funeral Doom Spiritual

M.I.A. --- Selections from Kala

Mandy, Indiana --- Selections from i've seen a way

Marina & the Diamonds --- "Numb"

Menace Ruine --- The Die is Cast; Selections from Nekyia, Venus Armata, and Alight in Ashes

mewithoutYou --- Selections from Brother, Sister; "[dormouse sights]"; "Birnam Wood"; "Julia"

Millie & Andrea --- Drop the Vowels

Mitski --- "I Don't Smoke"; "Love Me More"; "Love Me More (Clark Remix)"; "Townie"; "My Body's Made of Crushed Little Stars"

Model/Actriz --- Dogsbody; "Damocles"; "Suntan"; "Amaranth (mmph remix)"

Oneohtrix Point Never --- "No Good"; "Sticky Drama"

Paula Temple --- Edge of Everything and Deathvox EP

Perfume Genius --- "Describe (A. G. Cook Remix)"

Pictureplane --- "Blade Addict (Crimson Mist)"

Powell --- "So We Went Electric"

Queens of the Stone Age --- "My God Is the Sun"; "If I Had a Tail"

R.E.M. --- Selections from Automatic for the People and Murmur

Rameau --- Selections from Hippolyte et Aricie

Renée Fleming --- "Ich ging zu ihm"

Respighi --- Concerto Gregoriano mvmt 3; "Gagliarda" and "Siciliana" from Ancient Airs and Dances; Violin Sonata in B Minor mvmt 2

Reverend Kristin Michael Hayter --- Selections from SAVED!

Rezz --- Selections from CAN YOU SEE ME?; "Let Me In"

Rossini --- Selections from Il Barbiere Di Siviglia

Run The Jewels --- Selections from Run the Jewels 2 and RTJ 4

Sällskapet --- "Die Zeit Vergeht"

Sarasate --- "Navarra"

Schnittke --- Concerto for Choir; "Credo" from the Requiem; Concerto Grosso 2 mvmt 1

Schubert --- Death and the Maiden Movements 1, 2 and 4; Symphony 8 Movement 1

Scriabin --- Piano Sonatas 5, 6, 7, and 9

seventh stitch --- Selections from murmuring chasms of nostalgia

Sharon Van Etten --- "Hands"

Sia --- "Chandelier"

Simon & Garfunkel --- "My Little Town"

Slowdive --- "Shanty"; "Prayer Remembered"; "The Slab"

Sprain --- Selections from The Lamb as Effigy

Stravinsky --- Selections from The Rake's Progress and Petrushka

The Comet is Coming --- "Angel of Darkness"; "The Hammer"

The Hormones --- "孤独的海"; "航夜"

The Killers --- "Sam's Town"; "Spaceman"

The Knife --- "Silent Shout"; "Marble House"; "Like a Pen"; "Full of Fire"

The Visit --- Through Darkness Into Light

This Thing Called Dying --- "Menneske"; "The Art of Looking the Other Way"

Thou --- Umbilical; Selections from Inconsolable

Torres --- Selections from What an enormous room and Silver Tongue

TR/ST --- "Shoom"

Tzafu --- Selections from Impermanence

Tzusing --- Selections from 東方不敗, A Name Out of Place Collected, and 绿帽 Green Hat

Vampire Weekend --- "Unbelievers"; "Hudson"; "Gen X Cops"; "Capricorn"

Wolf Parade --- Selections from At Mount Zoomer and Apologies to the Queen Mary

Wolves in the Throne Room --- "Initiation at Neudeg Alm"

Yellow Swans --- Left Behind; Out of Practice I; Out of Practice II

Young Galaxy --- "Hard To Tell"; "In Fire"

Ysaye --- Sonata 1 for solo violin mvmt 2, 3, and 4; Sonatas 2, 4, 5, and 6 for solo violin

[dr3mvaalmar]

A Halloween to Remember | Choso x F! Reader

Pairing: Human! Choso x F! Reader

Word Count: 7.3 k

Summary: It was supposed to be a simple school Halloween party. However, upon inviting you to the local corn maze, things take an unexpected turn.

Warnings: Smut, slight nonconsent, public sex, Toji is an ass, Choso is an ass, squirting, vulgar, pain, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, semi-strangers

Note: Yuji is much younger; there are no jujutsu sorcerers; omniscient 3rd POV; slow start

The dim glow of the hunter’s moon set its orange rays onto the dark abyss below, the perfect embodiment of the fear and joy that’s to come. Pumpkins lined every street as well as mischief lurking on every corner. Kids excitedly prepared for the holiday to come as their parents blissfully decorated their houses with a range of black, orange, purple, and green. Stores lined the shelves with autumnal décor and the invasive Christmas to come. It was a particularly chilly day, but it was a sweet escape from the scorching summer heat. The perfect year to enjoy oneself in terror and fright.

“Yuji Itadori! Listen to your older brother!” a voice bellowed through the night as an uproar of giggles flowed down the street. The dark silhouettes of three petite children raced down the suburb. A disheveled man strode down the sidewalk, a stern twitch of his eye as he mustered up enough energy to calm his raging nerves. “It’s dangerous to be out in the street. Get back here!”

“Nuh-uh!” a voice retorted, squealing as a younger girl pounced on him. They all giggled as they collapsed by a neighboring streetlight. The man huffed, clicking his tongue in disapproval.

Taking the chance to catch up to them, the man quickly snatched the hood of the kid’s jacket. Yuji resisted, but to no avail. He finally let his body relax before grumbling to himself childish insults towards the man.

      “Choso, leave me alone,” he whined but the man would not relent.

     “It’s big brother,” was his only response before turning on his heel. He side-eyed the other two children gazing up in disappointment. “Don’t you two have a family to go back to?”

      Choso sat the boy back on the ground and looked at him expectantly. With a final huff, the boy gave in and regarded the two children.

      “Megumi, Nobara, I’m sorry. I got to go.”

      “Fine! If you didn’t want me to beat you, just say so,” the girl grumbled before turning heel with the quiet raven-haired boy in tow. Choso watched as they crossed the street, quickly scrambling to their respective houses.      “I’ll meet you at the party!” Yuji yelled back, two hands cupping the side of his cheeks. “Don’t forget to bring it on!”

     Choso patted the back of Yuji to move forward as they walked back home. Choso's eyes never left his brother’s side. He could’ve used this time to chastise him for being so reckless, but perhaps that would be for another time. There was a gentle silence in the air, aside from the nervous humming from the boy. Kids will be kids, as they always say.

      “Go in and get ready, we don’t want to be late. Gojo-sensei is expecting everyone to be there in thirty minutes,” Choso informed, crossing his arms as the boy scrambled to find his belongings. The kid pulled out a plastic knife from his repertoire of toys but Choso’s scolding eyes were enough for him to put it back. The shuffling and indecisiveness of Yuji made Choso tap his feet. Deciding to intervene, he walked to Yuji’s bedroom.

     The room itself was a mess from floor to ceiling. Choso cursed himself for not tidying it up, but it’s not easy with a reckless little brother. Posters lined the walls of various animated characters as well as video games, comics, and toys lining the floor. Parts of the bed were strewn across the bedroom, much to Choso’s dismay.

     Choso stepped over the blankets, bringing out a costume from the closet. He called for Yuji, assisting the boy in wearing it. Starting with putting on the floor-length robe, then the gloves, and an eerie white mask that pooled blood beneath the transparent plastic. Scream might not be appropriate for school, but the kid has been obsessed with slasher movies. How could he refuse?

Finally, slipping on their shoes, Choso grabbed Yuji’s candy bucket and every menial item the kid wanted to avoid any further fussiness. They walked out into the brisk October wind and out into the car. Gingerly, Choso buckled the boy in and set the items of his in the back seat. The disgruntled man started the ignition, resting his arm on the shoulder of the seat as he looked behind him to back out of the driveway.

Yuji pulled out his phone during the drive there, a mixture of screams and loud noises emanating from the device. Choso didn’t mutter a retort and simply watched the boy enjoy his movies in his peripheral vision. Every time an exciting scene came on, Yuji would bounce and shift in his seat. It was moments like this that Choso was proud to be a big brother. The responsibility was heavy, but the rewards were everything to him.

     Parking by a large brick building, Choso exited the car and aided Yuji in removing his seatbelt. The boy tried to run ahead of the man, but Choso was quick to grab his shoulder firmly as they walked to the entrance of the school gym. All the while, Yuji incessantly asked questions and murmured random thoughts that came up into his sporadic little head. Each instance was responded to with a simple “hm” and “I suppose so” by the tall brunette.

     Choso would admit, he was a bit nervous. He wasn’t one to attend social gatherings or events, but when Gojo-sensei excitedly handed Yuji the flyer for the annual Halloween event, Yuji would be fixated for weeks to come. It was inevitable that he would have to attend as well, as he was his sole guardian and protector. Maybe having something else to focus on besides work and childcare would prove to distract his jumbled mind.

     “Big brother, when do you think Megumi and Nobara will be here?” Yuji inquired, rearing his chubby face to look up at two narrowed brown eyes. His face softened enough to reassure him. However, he wasn’t omnipotent to answer such a silly question.

     “Soon enough. Don’t worry, little brother,” Choso affirmed, his voice cascading at the last part. His stress of raising Yuji showed in the bags under his eyes, but the kid had a soft spot in his heart. His apathy didn’t mask his love for Yuji.

Choso ushered the boy through the entrance with his hand still firm on his shoulder. They made it to a small foyer, a variety of parents and relatives all conversing in one boisterous room. A tall man with platinum white hair leaned on the frame of the double-wide doors. He beamed at them shortly after recognizing them both.

     “Hey-a, Yuji!” the man greeted, squatting down to his eye level. However, from a bystander’s perspective was quite a comical sight. “It’s good to see ya.”

     Satoru Gojo was the only teacher to respect Yuji when the boy attended this school for the first time. Yuji wouldn’t stop talking about Gojo-sensei’s classes, becoming more and more interested in his recent science class. Apparently, his science labs were enough to pique even the senior students’ attention.

     Even now, the teacher has donned a garish vampire costume, fake blood and all. He even added fake press-on nails, a respectable endeavor. Not to mention the obscene amount of sparkles across the outfit…

     Yuji’s toothy grin emerged from his lips as he bounced up and down on his heels upon seeing his favorite teacher. The two of them talked about school as Choso awkwardly stood in the background. However, his mind would still drift along elsewhere.

     Peering around, the man realized he hadn’t been in this area of the school yet. He only occasionally visited to pick up his little brother or attend parent-teacher conferences. Otherwise, he wasn’t too interested in anything, as long as Yuji was happy and learning. Even still, he was impressed they went all out with the Halloween event. Not to mention, it was incredibly busy inside.

     Bat streamers line the walls, as well as kid drawings from the art class with skeletons, witches, and ghouls. Plastic spiders rest on their fake webs and colorful tape lines the gym floors. Each taped square had a specific event, and the intercom would instruct which kid could go where. Specific décor related to that event was strewn around, making a jumbled mess of Choso’s mind. It would be heaven for a short attention span like that of Yuji’s. Choso doubted they could appreciate any of the minute details the teachers implemented.

     “Here, you’ll be in team Black Cat, got it?” the teacher said, pinning a label on the boy’s black cloak. “Miss (L/n) will help you get to your spot.”

     Upon mentioning the name, a (h/c) head bobbed up from the crowd in acknowledgment. She squeezed through two bystander parents and stood beside Yuji and Gojo, Choso’s eyes getting the full scope of her visage.

     “Hello! Did you need me?” the girl answered, looking at the teacher with wide eyes. Her outfit was a long Victorian cloak with dark gloves and a brimmed hat. She held a masquerade-style bird mask in one hand and a wooden cane in the other. Her gaze scanned the three of them before landing on Choso. The man resisted reacting to her stare, but he focused his attention on Yuji instead.

     “Yuji here is with your team, (Y/n). I need you to show him the ropes and get started,” Gojo explained, gesturing to the much smaller pink-haired boy. He smiled upon the mention of his name. He puffed out his chest as if ready to conquer anything.

     “And I assume you’re his father?” (Y/n) asked, looking at Choso with a tender gaze. His body stiffened.

     “I’m his big brother. I’m just here to drop him off.”

     The girl giggled before strapping her plague doctor mask back onto her face. “No need to leave the party so early! Come along, a brother needs his big bro.”

     Although reluctant, with the two adults egging him on with childish banter, he relented.

     “Okie doke, if any of you need anything, I will be with team vampire. Get in trouble and I’ll kill ya~.”

     With a few steps, the white-haired man strode off, disappearing into the crowd. Now, it was just the three of them and strange tension between the two adults.

     “Yuji, am I correct?”

     The boy in question nodded his head with an enthusiastic “Yeah!” earning a giggle from the older woman. Her head upturned to the man. She inspected him, but her smile did not waver. She seemed sweet, but suspiciously so.

     “And what is your name, sir?”

     “Choso,” he murmured, stepping closer to Yuji. He couldn’t tell if he felt intimidated by (Y/n), or if he just felt the need to protect Yuji from the stranger. Regardless, he didn’t feel any ill intent, but he had never heard of her in the past. Yuji would certainly mention anyone he interacted with. He was quite talkative.

     “It’s nice to meet you, Choso. As mentioned before, I'm (Y/n). Both of you can follow me. We’ll go to the blue square over there. Every few minutes the announcer will ask us to change spots. Make sure to keep up!”

     The both of them followed (Y/n) across the building to the blue corner. Various places had competitions and play areas, each with a unique theme and event. Each teacher manned a section, and it was chaos incarnate. Choso couldn’t keep track of what happened where and how. He vowed not to leave Yuji’s side, uncertain of what to expect.

     “Okay, here’s the rules,” (Y/n) announced to the group of children. She placed a hand on her hip, instructing the unruly ones with ease. It was a simple game, but enough to keep the kids busy. They were instructed to play musical chairs. The playlist was a cacophony of cheesy Halloween music. Typical. However, Yuji was the only kid whose attention was elsewhere.

     Yuji craned his neck up to the best of his short ability, peering across the room. It didn’t take long for the instructor to notice, a slight frown tugging the corner of her lip. Yuji finally noticed her gaze, settling on the woman in front of him.

     “What’s wrong, Yuji?” she asked, kneeling to get on his level. He shook his head, his spiky hair a mess atop his head. He looked across the room again, as if anxious.

     “I just want to see my friends...,” he murmured, his voice trailing into a firm pout. A look of disappointment etched across his face. This time Choso attempted to confront the boy, but (Y/n) was quick to respond.

     “Yuji, keep your chin up. Look at me, okay?” the woman said, her eyes locked with the boy as soon as he motioned towards her. She smiled a big smile causing the boy to smile as well. “See? You’re having fun right here, right now. You’re a big scary boy. There’s no need to worry when you’re so strong! Your friends will be here soon, I promise. Alright?”

     (Y/n) held out her pinky and the boy clumsily locked his pinky with hers. They pressed their thumbs together and she cheered in response. The energy was infectious, as the boy opened his mouth and bounced with joy.

     “So I will see them soon?” he asked again, and she nodded excitedly. She guided the boy into the group and Choso softened his gaze on the two of them. What was he so anxious about? Why did he feel the need to be so critical of her?

     Choso watched the group play and Yuji clearly outmatched the other kids. He was a score above even the fittest student, taking them out with ease. All the kids received candy for their efforts, but Yuji received a different prize.

     “Here you go, Yuji!” (Y/n) called out, walking towards the boy with a large stuffed pumpkin. It was easily half the size of the boy, and Yuji struggled to wrap his arms around it. “It’s a special prize for a special boy. You rocked out there. I’m proud of you. See? You did wonderfully!”

     As time went on, team black cat changed into various stages. Yuji was one step ahead of the rest of them. Choso watched from a distance in the bleachers, hands clasped together as he leaned forward for a better look. He noticed Yuji turning his attention towards (Y/n) every time he succeeded in something. Fortunately, the lady was quick to match his enthusiasm, much to Choso’s satisfaction. It brought the edge off his stoic attitude, and he found himself more and more relaxed as time went on. Choso shuffled all of Yuji’s prizes into one big pile each time the boy dropped something off. On top, lay the Scream mask, untouched but not forgotten.

     “Yuji!” a shrill yet authoritative voice called, and Yuji turned his head, staring into the crowd. Two kids approached, one holding her hand up high with a grin, a tooth missing from her front teeth. She swiped her dark hair from her face, the other boy’s hands deep in his pocket. Megumi seemed bored despite the excitement surrounding him.

     “Are these your friends?” (Y/n) asked with a tilt of her head, seeing the change in expression. Yuji nodded and raced towards the two of them, talking about something only the kids would understand.

     “They’re so cute,” the woman murmured, turning towards Choso who seemed surprised at her attention on him. “I like your hair, by the way.”

     Choso reached up towards his messy pigtails, absent-mindedly tightening them upon remembering. The woman before him giggled, her eyes not leaving his side.

     “Thank you,” Choso responded, lowering his arm and awkwardly itching his shoulder. “Are you one of the teachers here?”

     (Y/n) glanced into the background, making sure the kids didn’t run too far. There was still time before the next call to move forward. Even still, she responded while gesturing to another kid to come back to their section.

     “No, actually. I’m just a volunteer. They were short on staff this year and I help out as an aid every now and then.”

     “Oh, I see,” Choso responded with a slight nod. His eyes followed her movement as she sat on the gym benches next to him. She stared forward for a moment as if in thought, reaching up to remove her mask. Then, she turned towards him.

     “Yuji’s a good kid. A lot of energy too. He has some good parents to keep him in check. All the kids love him.”

     “Well, we don’t have parents. They’re dead,” Choso muttered with a shrug of his shoulders. It was so matter of fact that (Y/n) held a hand over her mouth.

     “Oh, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t assume.”

     They both watched Yuji from afar as he ran across the gym. Choso was quick to holler at him to not stray too far, but the kid did little to acknowledge his order.

     “So, you raised him all by yourself?”

     Choso nodded before getting up from the bench. He looked down at her, his tired eyes with an emotion she couldn’t quite pinpoint. She looked away, her strong attitude from before disintegrating.

     “Sorry, but I have to go, Yu-,” Choso attempted to say but before he could finish, Yuji was already next to him. His grin seemed to grow, if that was even possible at this point.

     “Big brother! Megumi said his dad his taking him to the corn maze! Can we go? Please?”

     Yuji’s eyes were pleading and merciless in their request. He turned toward the woman in an attempt to sway her too.

     “But we just got here, little brother.”

     He shook his head, disappointment laden on his face. He turned to look at Megumi, the stern boy from before. He was motionless as Nobara pranced around to keep herself busy.

     “I suppose, if that’s what you want,” Choso said, caving into the boy’s puppy behavior. He turned towards the woman. “Nice meeting you.”

     The boy gasped, his mouth agape. He grabbed (Y/n)’s arm. Before Choso could scold him, he exclaimed, “You should come with us!”

     (Y/n) hesitated, quite taken aback by his offer. She just met the boy, and it would be awfully rude to intervene on their excursion. Even still, his pleading eyes were quite hard to ignore. She looked towards Choso expectantly, while he begged the two of them. (Y/n) was nervous. She couldn’t understand the man before her. His whole demeanor was elusive.

     Then, the unexpected happened. He laughed; a small, miniscule laugh. The woman’s chest tightened as the boy let go of her arm and Choso gestured for her to get up along with him.

     “Alright, she can come with us. What do you think, miss (L/n)?”

     It was not the response she expected, nor did she think he would tolerate her. Even after her terrible first introduction, she felt the need to impress him. Yet, she had no intentions of getting this far. From the moment he stepped through the door, his presence was intoxicating but she would never show her interest so abruptly.

     “Uh, well, I would have to tell Gojo-sensei and then-,” the woman rambled but then paused, holding a finger to her lip. “You know what? Screw it. The night is young. Let’s go.”

     The young boy cheered, and the other two children perked up with interest, finding the group to be even larger than they anticipated. Who was this new person? They were all curious to an extent.

     “Thank you, big brother! I’m so happy!”

     “Anything for you, little brother.”

     The woman followed the group out, careful not to get lost through the crowd. She noticed Choso’s attention on her more often, even if it was through subtle glances. She felt a sense of security.

     All of them arrived at the parking lot. Megumi and Nobara went to ride in Mr. Fushiguro’s pickup, while the other three rode separately. It was simple chit chat and Yuji did most of the talking. However, the atmosphere was a little different. Pleasant.

     Choso acknowledged (Y/n) more and smiled when Yuji was happy. She could tell his tough exterior was a ruse for protecting his younger brother. He was quite amiable for a man of his stature. The way his eyes would narrow when he was happy, or the way he would mess with his hair, one hand on the steering wheel. It was hard not to notice. There was a strong desire to be near him, the woman felt. She just felt so comfortable around him.

“Do you have family, (Y/n)?” Choso asked, his gaze firm on the road ahead. Occasionally, his eyes would glance into the rearview mirror, his interest fixated on her.

     “Uh, I do not,” she admitted, her thumbs shifting in her lap. “Maybe I do, but I don’t know them personally.”

     There was silence for a moment as Choso soaked in the words.

     “I hope one day you feel the unconditional love from family.”

     She nodded but wasn’t sure how to respond. It was a strange phrase, but she felt as if she could relate to him somewhat. Even if she didn’t have strong ties to her family, she wished she had a sister or brother to dote on. However, that’s why she adored kids so much. It was the missing piece of the puzzle. However, she didn’t mind not having a family. Solitude wasn’t as bad as people make it appear.

     “I wish. Maybe one day,” (Y/n) admitted, biting her cheek at the thought. She would like a family, but perhaps in the future through her choosing. Blood is thicker than water, but there was a choice in the matter. Somewhat.

      “You can marry my big brother! Then we can all be family!” Yuji said, beaming with joy at his revelation. (Y/n) choked on air and excused herself, unsure of how to handle the bluntness of the boy. She noticed Choso’s knuckles tightening on the steering wheel.

      “Yuji, don’t say that,” Choso scolded but his voice wavered. (Y/n) wished she could see his expression at that moment. She looked at the seat in front of her where Choso sat. If she leaned forward, she wondered what he would smell like.

      (Y/n) lightly tapped the side of her face with her palm, cursing silently under her breath. She had no time for such behaviors. She had a strong future ahead of her. No need to be thinking about making a family now, nonetheless with a stranger! However, she couldn’t help but think this circumstance was different. A strong desire and a comforting feeling. Like sitting by a fire on a cold winter’s day.

      “Um, I would like to get to know you more, sir. I mean- Choso,” she stated, unsure of how to lift the atmosphere. “If you don’t mind me calling you that.”

      “Choso is fine, thank you,” he affirmed, but she still couldn’t quite interpret his thoughts. What a strange man.

      “(Y/n), do you like anime?” Yuji asked, a sparkle in his eye as he looked at the girl. (Y/n) giggled in response, relieved to have another topic to focus on. She nodded her head and told him about her favorite series. During the remainder of the ride, they both discussed different shows and what they liked most about them. Meanwhile, Choso sat and patiently listened, a soft smile forming on his lips.

     The maze itself was in a secluded part of town. The parking lot was a simple dirt path, and it didn’t have many people besides a familiar truck and a couple of other cars. Surprising considering how close Halloween was approaching.

      “Can we pick out pumpkins, big brother?”

      “Of course, but you should play with your friends first,” Choso replied, leaning over to unbuckle the boy from the passenger seat. (Y/n) couldn’t help but let her gaze settle on the contours of his back, his t-shirt thin enough to see each curve. When the man settled back in the seat, she turned her head to look out the window, hands resting between her thighs.

     “Ready?” Choso asked, a question directed towards Yuji but he smiled softly at the girl as well. Unsure of how to respond, (Y/n) opened the door in time with the man in front of her.

      The pickup with the other kids was nearby, so it wasn’t hard to spot. The kids got out upon seeing Yuji skipping towards them. They all conversed and laughed in unison. Choso turned towards (Y/n) as she trailed behind; her cue to come forward.

      As she walked closer, she noticed another man in the driver’s seat. She realized it was probably Megumi’s father by his jet-black hair. However, the aura he exuded was quite different from the indifference of his son.

      “Hey there, cutie,” he smirked with a brisk wave, hand resting on the windowsill. She felt small under his intense eyes, scrutinizing her every movement. He motioned for her, ignoring Choso and the kids entirely. His actions didn’t go unnoticed, though. “I’ve seen you before. Come ‘ere.”

      He leaned forward, dangerously close to her face. It was her own mistake to indulge in the man’s request, but it was another to not resist. The corner of his lip upturned, the scar on his lip becoming prominent. He retracted resting his elbow on the steering wheel, his hand supporting his head.

      “Ah, so you’re one of the girls from the school. You work there or somethin’?”

      The girl nodded but it was more so a rhetorical question. The man lifted his chin, peering down below to get a good look. He seemed even more amused by the reaction he received, enjoying every second of it.

     “That’s enough, Toji,” Choso ordered with a scowl, appearing next to (Y/n) in an attempt to stop the escalating situation. Toji’s face flipped a one-eighty, motionless as he stared at the intruder. They both stared at each other, (Y/n) unsure of how to approach the two. The kids didn’t pay them any mind. After a painful moment of watching the situation, Toji’s snide grin came back.

      “Ha, you’re no fun. Enjoy yourself, pretty boy,” Toji hissed with a sinister smirk, putting his truck in reverse. He drove away from the group, adding flare to his departure as he flipped the bird from out the window. Choso’s attention was so fixated on the truck leaving that he didn’t notice (Y/n) who curiously stared at him.

     “What was that all about?”

      Choso’s body twitched at the sound of her voice, his eyes wide and wild. His nose scrunched up and he looked away towards the kids, ignoring her comment.

      “Let’s go, (Y/n). Before it gets late.”

      Reluctantly, she followed his footsteps to the entrance of the maze. It was a rather large corn maze, spanning across the field where eyes couldn’t see. It was easy to get lost, but easy to escape from, too. Uncertain, (Y/n) followed Choso rather closely.

      Yuji, Megumi, and Nobara ran straight into the maze without a word from either of them. Even though she knew they were old enough to be able to navigate it, she still couldn’t help but feel nervous. What’s with all this anxiety?

     “Are you sure about this? Choso?”

     His head tilted but he failed to turn towards her. He just kept walking, deeper and deeper into the maze. (Y/n) gasped, shocked by his abrupt rudeness. She could do nothing but accompany him, not wanting to be left behind.

          It was a few minutes of silence. A few minutes of aching nothingness. No words were exchanged between the two, but she knew the tension was thick enough to cut. Any word and she’d collapse at his mercy. She didn’t want to face the wrath of whatever was going inside that head of his.

          Finally, the two of them reached a dead end. (Y/n) sighed as the man turned around, finally earning some sort of acknowledgment. However, rustling in the distance alerted both of them. Thinking it was the kids, (Y/n) opened her mouth to speak but a few more deep voices accompanied the sound.

          She squeaked as she felt a hand clasp over her mouth pulling into a soft but firm body. They walked backward into the dead end as the sounds got closer.

          “Quiet,” Choso whispered in her ear, merging into the stalks of corn. It tugged at her clothes and itched, but she didn’t dare make another peep. He knelt and (Y/n) followed suit, unsure of where this new behavior was coming from.

          “Haha, and she was hollering at me because I left the toilet seat up. Meanwhile, I have to deal with her garbage all around the counter. Ridiculous, right?” an unknown voice bellowed, a man much larger than (Y/n) anticipated coming into view. She could see only a faint expression on his face as he noticed the dead end. “Crap, there’s ‘nother one.”

          “Come on, man,” another voice hollered, the glint of a beer can in his hand. He took a rough swig of it and threw it on the ground, stepping on it in one fluid motion. (Y/n) winced and Choso’s grip tightened.

          She tried to wiggle out of his grasp, but Choso wouldn’t relent. The strange men stood guard, but the position was beginning to cause cramps in her legs. Finally, the men left, and she turned sharply towards Choso, flaring her nostrils.

          “What do you think you're doing?” she hissed, just above a whisper. She shoved his hands away, but he stared at her in a deadpan manner. Incredulous, she attempted to stand up.

          Before she could get very far, a hand gripped hers, tightening every so slightly. It was soft but with a hint of something else, something she didn’t expect from him. But she supposed this night was full of surprises. She needed to expect the unexpected.

          “I need you,” he murmured, just barely loud enough to reach her ears. She was about to ask what he meant but the look on his face was the only answer she needed. Her eyebrows narrowed, and she knelt back down.

          “We should look for the kids. I don’t want them to be around idiots like them,” (Y/n) murmured, eye level with the strange male. She didn’t know what to feel or how to react.

          “They’ll be ok,” Choso conceded, shocking himself in the process. Normally he would be all over his little brother, making sure his every move was monitored. But he couldn’t think rationally, not at this moment. Maybe it was the smell of her neck wafting with faint perfume; maybe it was her ass imprinted on his pants, or maybe it was those eyes that looked up at him, wide and innocent.

          He couldn’t think. He could only react.

          Swiftly, he pulled her hand, causing her to fumble forward. Her breath caught in her throat as he took the opportunity to catch her waist. She was forcefully leaned forward, straight into him. Lips grazed each other as both of their eyes shut, waiting for the impact. The woman sneered, but caved in, furious but tempted. In a boost of confidence, she closed the gap, savoring the taste of his lips, a smoky but sweet aftertaste as she parted.

          (Y/n)’s eyes fluttered open as she retracted, a mysterious veil of emotions overwhelming her now. Too many. She didn’t know whether to be agitated or infatuated. Regardless, she craved more.

          “Do you want to continue?” Choso asked, finally gaining some sensibility. Consent is sexy but it was a little late for that. Her brows furrowed in response, but she laughed a short, crisp laugh.

          “Duh,” she retorted, cupping his cheeks to land another kiss on his lips. “You’re so tasty, love.”

          He chuckled, savoring the moment through the kiss as his lips parted. Taking this opportunity as payback for his brashness, she slipped her tongue through the part, exploring the deep recesses. His neck tightened and his grip held firm on her waist. Her hands loosened and trailed up his jaw to the tufts of hair on top of his head. Her thumb and forefinger absent-mindedly twirled the locks, enjoying the feeling of it running against her skin.

          “Mmhm,” Choso moaned as she let go of him, laying a trail of kisses along his jaw. Meanwhile, his coarse hands slid underneath her shirt, the sides of his hands brushing the outline of her curves. They both giggled as he took the lead, laying her back on the ground.

          It wasn’t ideal for a first, but the cover from the corn gave privacy somewhat. It was itchy but it was comfortable enough. It was hard to pay attention when each touch was so delightfully intoxicating. Addicting. Greedy.

          Choso lifted a finger to his lips, coaxing the woman to stay quiet. His eyes peered from between the stalks, making sure the area was clear of people. Satisfied, his attention veered down at the woman sprawled beneath him, either of his hands framing her face. She looked vulnerable, enticing.

          It didn’t take long for the clothes to come off. He tore at it with a selfishness he never knew he possessed. It was like his motions were automatic. He couldn’t control his desire, his need.

          “You’re so beautiful,” he managed to say in between breaths as he tossed her bra to the side. He almost couldn’t speak the words aloud. A pair of breasts lay before him, teasing him as his dick tightened in his pants. He ran his tongue against his lips, a hunger deep within his chest telling him what he needed to do next.

          (Y/n) wrapped one leg around his side, gripping his hair as he traced his tongue around her nipple. He tested the other breast with the palm of his hand, before sucking and teasing the other. It felt divine, the tender flesh beneath his lips. He couldn’t stop touching her waist, her hips, her thighs… before finally reaching the prize between. He paused, gauging her reaction as she resisted a moan from each touch he inflicted.

          At first, he was cautious, focusing solely on the mounds of flesh before him. Then, after the desire grew too strong, he rubbed the pad of his thumb against the seam of her crotch. Up, down, gently. More and more, until she was at his mercy. He added each finger until he ravaged her as if trying to force the fabric away from her moist sex.

          “Please, Choso,” she whispered, a begging, shrill voice. She grunted as he stopped, attempting to grind her hips against him as he pulled away from her. He couldn’t believe it as he kneeled, her body spread across the ground. Her skin glowed in the moonlight, saliva glinting from her chest. He wanted nothing more.

          He gripped the band of her pants, tugging it off with ease. Her panties were lop-sided and easy to discard. He didn’t want to waste any time. She was fully bare, her knees coming together to hide what lay precious below.

          “Now, now,” he teased, laying each heel of his hand on either knee. He jerked her legs open, her arms flying forward to try to push him away. However, there was no stopping what was inevitable. His face was so close to her slit, she could feel his hot breath against the sensitive spot. Her nerves ignited across her body, sending soft pulses along her spine. “Pretty baby shouldn’t hide her pretty cunt.”

          Choso’s words brought an unfamiliar feeling to well up inside her, almost bursting as he continued his conquest.

          His large hands gripped her thighs as he leaned forward, his nose brushed against the skin atop. He reveled in her scent before losing himself entirely. His tongue glided over her lips before pausing at her delicate clit. He sucked and lapped, sloppily tasting everything she could give him. The lewd sounds threatened to dispel the serenity of the maze as (Y/n) whimpered under his body.

          Choso’s hand lowered into his pants, pulling it down until he had room to stroke his cock. He couldn’t resist, an aching deep within him that wouldn’t relent. He wanted nothing more than to break that tight hole, but he paused upon seeing the sheer bliss laden on her face. (Y/n)’s eyes lulled into the back of her head as he kept up the pace, steady on the motion that she enjoyed so much.

          “Ah! There! Yes, I think I’m about to come,” she gasped, her hands grasping painfully at his scalp. Yet, he didn’t falter, didn’t hesitate. Choso didn’t even know how much time passed, but he had little to care about something so trivial. His jaw ached but it was oh so miniscule compared to his enjoyment in that moment.

          “Oh my god,” she hissed, her back arching and her legs convulsing. He struggled to keep her legs from crushing him with one hand as he continued to pump his member with the other. He couldn’t breathe, but it was a worthy sacrifice.

          Finally, after a few moments of unrelenting possession, she sighed and relaxed her body on the cold ground. Shoving Choso’s face away from her vulva, he took the hint and let her relax for a moment. Again, he stood on his knees, enjoying the woman's form. (Y/n)’s eyes glanced at him coyly, a sly grin creeping on her lips.

          “Continue,” was all she said and that’s all he needed.

          Choso lifted one of her twitching legs, cautious not to overextend it. With his other hand, he let go of his dick, using both hands to remove his shirt, supporting her leg with his shoulder. (Y/n) giggled and leaned forward to touch his chest, using each valley of his muscles as a guide. His stomach retracted as she grazed her nails along his abs. He looked pitifully at her as if to tell her how desperate he was for her wet pussy.

          As much as she wanted him to beg, she relented and relaxed once again on the dirt, allowing him access to everything before him. He didn’t need to be told, as he positioned his tip before her hot entrance. She gasped as he pushed forward, every inch filled her deep cavity. He didn’t even give her time to recuperate, as he thrust again against her sensitive walls.

          With one leg in the air and the other wrapped around his waist, he lifted her rear off the ground. One hand supported her ass and the other supported their weight. It was uncomfortable at first, as he experimented with each thrust. However, the motion became more fluid as he enjoyed the moment. The pleasure spiked and (Y/n) could feel a tension in the depths of her body. The position easily gave access to the bundle of nerves inside of her, his dick hitting the tender spot with each movement. Saliva pooled at the corner of her mouth as she put every ounce of energy into being quiet. However, the perverted smacking of sex alluded to what was occurring in the shadows.

          Choso’s grip became more needy, tearing at every opportunity to touch her. (Y/n)’s hands tightened and ached as she couldn’t control the pleasure rushing through her body. Her mind was afflicted with obsession, incoherent ramblings about the sight of the man before her. Her slick juices coated his shaft, his thighs tightening as her pussy enveloped him entirely. He leaned forward, painfully pushing her legs until the tendons and ligaments screamed in retaliation. The pain was only momentary in her brain, as his lips connected with hers. He continued to pound into her, his feet digging into the ground for more momentum. Meanwhile, (Y/n)’s nails dug into his arms as she was about to peak.

          It only took a few more pumps until that knot inside unleashed and Choso had no choice but to release, pulling his dick out while his hand kept up the pace. (Y/n) moaned as a stream of squirt was expelled from her body, pooling on the ground below. Seeing it was enough to bring Choso to his climax, as cum spilled all over her stomach and wet pussy. It was a total mess, but in the heat of the moment, it was divinity.

          Choso’s chest heaved up and down and (Y/n) crawled out from underneath him, the rational side of her brain finally telling her to escape from the mess below. He let go of his dick, collapsing on the ground beside her.

          “Well,” (Y/n) spoke, breaking the silence. “That was something.”

          Choso could only hum in response, staring at her naked body sitting next to him. After a few moments soaking in the events prior, she tensed as a hand lay against her thigh. Then, he burst out laughing, earning a rather confused woman to gawk at him. She covered her body with her arms.

          “I haven’t had that much fun in a long time,” Choso responded, his thumb rubbing soothing circles along her aching skin. (Y/n) knew she would feel the effects soon, whether it was the pain or the bruising. She also knew that she was foolish not to engage in safe sex. However, the deed was already done. “Do you need a moment, dear?”

          (Y/n) shook her head, twisting to grab one of her shirts. She flicked the dirt off, frowning at the mess they made while high on lust. However, she couldn’t help but smile upon thinking about the silliness of it all.

          “Here, let me help you,” Choso said, guiding her body into her clothes. Any excuse to touch her some more.

          Choso held onto (Y/n)’s body as she attempted to stand, her shaky legs practically giving out beneath her. However, with a few stretches, she managed on her own, smiling at her success.

          “You’re so kind, my prince,” she giggled, teasing the now-flustered man in front of her. His whole demeanor was apologetic, and he seemed to have leveled out since before. Sexual frustration, maybe. “Not to mention that you’re the one who fucked me senseless.”

They both checked their clothes and appearance to make sure either of them was presentable enough to head out into civilized society. Regardless, they made their escape from the brush, ignoring the lingering amounts of cum and squirt that soaked into the Earth. They walked away, leaving their shame and guilt in the depths of the maze, forever and forgotten.

The hunter’s moon trailed farther into the sky and the stars showed more vividly. The sound of howls in the distance resonated across the dark lands. Emerging from the maze, hand-in-hand, Choso and (Y/n) saw the familiar faces of Yuji, Nobara, and Megumi. (Y/n) smiled, waving curtly at the still ecstatic boy.

“(Y/n)! Look!” Yuji exclaimed, showing her a small orange pumpkin in his hands. He shoved it towards her, forcing her to take it. “We should go watch the new Scream movie. Let’s go! Let’s go!”

She glanced at Choso, a lop-sided grin gracing her lips. He returned the gesture, his eyes crinkling in joy. Maybe today didn’t go as expected, but after what transpired, perhaps it wouldn’t hurt to stick around a little longer.

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A/N: I haven't written fanfiction in years so I'm a bit rusty. Excuse the cliches.

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NSFW Alphabet - Angeal Hewley

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Word Count: 569 / Read it on AO3 | Offline Version

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He will get you anything you need. He'll clean you up and even carry you to the shower or run you a bath.

B = Body Part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

For him, it's his biceps. For you, your ass.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum)

It's slightly salty and an opaque color.

D = Dirty Secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Loves looking at your lingerie and thinking of you in it. He will look at any of the photos you sent while he's away and get off to them.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He has no experience, but does have an idea of what he's doing.

F = Favorite Position (this goes without saying)

Any that will give you the most pleasure.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He's not extremely serious, but not making jokes or trying to be humorous. 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He keeps it trimmed. It's black.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He'll mark you if you are okay with it, usually in a spot where no one will see it. Occasionally, he may leave a mark on your neck, but nothing too noticeable or extreme.

J = Jack Off (masturbation headcanon)

Not very often, he only does it when you aren't around or when he has the time.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Breeding and marking.

L = Location (favorite places to do it)

Anywhere inside the house. He doesn't want to risk getting caught or losing his job over it.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Seeing you in lingerie. Teasing him. 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turnoffs)

Anything that would hurt the both of you. Anything that would risk him losing his job.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Giving, he likes giving you the most pleasure. Very skilled.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow and hard.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

When he can and has the time for it.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Not really, the most he would do it in a closet on base, if you truly wanted it. That's as far as he'll go. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

4 or 5. About 40 minutes.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn't own any. If he did, he'd use them on you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He teases some before the event.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Not quiet, but not loud, either. Moaning and grunting. 

W = Wild Card (a random headcanon for the character)

Will look at your photos on base when he's alone.

X = X-Ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

9, smooth with some noticeable veins. Cut.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Average.

Z = ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He'll stay up long hours until you sleep first. Unless he's tired, then he will sleep first.

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Can’t bring myself to watch the finale of due south, so for the two people who are interested, here are my thoughts from when I was watching through

Due South insanity moment where vecchio gives a long speech to his sister in which he tells her to stay away from fraser because she’ll only get hurt and guys like fraser won’t even notice and then she responds by telling him that he’s afraid to dream. How am I supposed to take this

Obsessed with Fraser having a sleepover with his childhood hockey bestie. I think they should practice kissing with each other. I’m such a gay fraser truther I’m sorry but id take him and random hockey guy over him and Victoria

I think paul gross just has a resting smirk which is something you don’t see too often but it’s really making this funeral scene unintentionally humorous. Buddy you couldn’t muster a frown. I hate you Paul Gross, you live action Disney prince. That is a term that gets thrown around a lot but it’s true for him

100 percent still a gay fraser truther. Why are they having romantical ten- SORRY LIEUTENANT THATCHER JUST HIT HIM WITH A DAMN BITCH YOU LIVE LIKE THIS- romantical tension between fraser and thatcher. I don’t like it. She’s so mean to him all the time. He needs to get with a real man like Ray. I don’t really think you can put a guy like fraser in a relationship with his superior officer the chain of command would fuck him up. But they just keep mashing them together like Barbie dolls. I don’t get it. Also I kind of don’t like Francesca I’m sorry women…

“Ray, get in the closet” “Benny, get out of the closet” real dialogue. I don’t even need to make the joke. “I was in the closet with detective vecchio” I could end it all

Are we really doing another season finale where they’re getting framed by someone who one of them put in prison who recently go out and now seeks revenge. I guess if it ain’t broke. Okay so it’s not a season finale arc but still. It’s weird that it happened twice

CAN WE STOP PUTTING POOR GAY BOY FRASER - henceforth referred to as gayser when he is into situations wherein I want to emphasize his homosexuality - IN FORCED STRAIGHT SITUATIONS LIKE I KNOW THAT HE DOESNT WANT TO PLAY DOMESTICITY WITH FRANNIE. And she really needs to get with a woman

Girl a clip show for the season 2 finale? Come now. Also this is why starsky and hutch will always be a show made to hatecrime the watcher while due south uplifts you, because starsky and hutch did the amnesia plot line but hutch faked it. Because he’s insane.

“Alone we’re incomplete” truly insane thing to say about your best friend. Season 2 has really solidified by theory that ray is an out gay man to himself and no one else and he performs heterosexuality as a cover and gayser is just really truly deeply closeted because there were no gay people in a 100 kilometer radius growing up in the yukon. Also “benny, I could kiss you” “I thought we were just friends, ray” “we are” hello??? Hello???

Okay what the hell is going on with Ray K. You weren’t lying. 2 episodes in and he’s asking if Fraser thinks he’s attractive.

“All women are our sisters” I LOVE YOU FRASER. FEMINIST LEGEND.

I still gayser truth of course but as far as love interests go I don’t mind this bounty hunter milf

I don’t love that ghost dad was made a main character I liked him more when he would randomly pop up and I think they use him too much but I do love his little office set. And I do love that ghost dad is a character that exists

I don’t really care for the fact that one of kowalski’s defining traits is his love of police brutality. Come on due south. You used to understand that police violence is bad

I’ll be honest this is one of the first American based shows I’ve seen that promotes the idea of Canadian exceptionalism. And like it wasn’t initially like this as, see my last point, due South used to know and show that both the Chicago police and the mounties were corrupt, with Fraser being the worlds most special guy, but later seasons are like “all Mounties are inherently virtuous supermen”

Detective Huey and Fraser narrative foils in that both of them lost their first gay partner and then proceeded to get even gayer with their second partner. I do love Huey. And Dewey’s strange ways bewitch me I think he should hook up with turnbull

Women love to ask Fraser if they can trust him and then kiss him. Non_threatening_boys.jpg

Whenever Scott Bakula sings on quantum leap I cheer and clap like a seal and whenever paul gross sings I shriek and cover my eyes and say kill yourself

Every subplot to Mountie Sings the Blues makes me so happy I love huey and deweys stupid ass country song and I actually think Francesca/Turnbull is cute I’ve actually been hoping they would do it

I’m so sad due south got canceled right after the Fraser sister reveal I want so many more episodes with them hanging out

One thing about Fraser is that his love interest will be a brunette woman. Frannie, Victoria, Thatcher, milf bounty hunter and- sorry I looked up the poker episode to remember if the poker chick was brunette and sure enough

[peanids]

Kusuma

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) Sleepytired methinks. She'll lay in bed with you and cuddle and tell you sweet things and reassurances, but she does not want to get up i fear. Putting the pillow in pillow princess

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) She likes her size. Size kink I fear. wowie. And vice versa for her partners she likes them big.

C = Cum (where does your muse prefer to cum/have someone cum) I think inside her or not at all #orgasmdenial

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) The only thing she is willing to give is head and she loves when her partner tugs on her horns.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) I don't think one way more than another. She'll want more feedback until she's confident she knows what you like.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) Sideways/spooning or like. mutual grinding.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) Serious 😋 she knows what she wants

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) Trimmed short but I cld see her with like a landing strip or similar. it's black.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) Probably around a 7/10, intimate but idk abt romantic

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) 4-5 days a week if she's not having sex. less but still about the same if she is.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) Size (small dom bigger sub) (obv), body worship (receiving), power imbalance, orgasm control.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) Her room (very big) (very fancy) (she is royalty and you will treat her as such)

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) Kneeling, begging (plead for her to let you serve her)

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) Riding, direct penetration on her partner (via toys), biting (receiving).

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) Marginally prefers giving over receiving, but in general she is a big oral fan.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) Slower, but not slow slow? I have other ocs that are a lot slower. She is relaxed enough to take her time but she won't intentionally drag it out.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) She cannot get off fast enough for a quickie.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) Open to it but won't jump to it.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) ALL DAY ALL NIGHT 🔥🔥🔥 (like 8-10 rounds max) (before she gets too sensitive and it hurts) (it depends more on her partner bc they are doing all the physical work lol) (she lasts pretty long though)

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) Not really, honestly. She has maybe 1 or 2 to experiment, but it'll probably stay in the closet unless her partner asks.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) Not a teaser 🙅‍♂️ does not like to be teased either

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) Vocal but not loud. She'll talk a lot and praise you but whining and whimpering when she's close. Do not bring this up to her it's embarrassing.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) Found out she was gay when she realised the solider she had a crush on was in fact a woman.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) I think she shaves/waxes everywhere actually. No happy trail. Sad trail. If she ever forgets, it'll grow in thin and sparse. bbig clit medium sized hood. very little hyperpigmentation (topical vit. c 🔥🔥🔥)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) Slightly on the higher side I think

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) <30m after lol. she is 2 relaxed and eeby deeby 4 this

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The trash version of the Criterion Closet

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I own a lot of DVDs and a growing number of Blu-rays. I've been collecting physical copies since I was a teenager; when everyone else started ditching their libraries in favor of Netflix, I steadfastly refused. Considering how little of what I want to watch is available to stream these days, I feel completely vindicated.

I left a lot of my movie and television library in a storage locker when I moved to the UK, but now that I've got a multiregion Blu-ray player I've been digging those discs out of storage. I've also been buying movies and box sets from charity shops over here, usually for less than £2 apiece.

On one occasion I found two different unrated cuts of Saw in the same shop. I can't help but wonder if they came from the same person, or if two separate individuals decided it was time to let go of their precious extended edition of the movie where Cary Elwes cuts off his own foot.

All of this is my roundabout way of letting you know that my parents sent me the entirety of Babylon 5 on Blu-ray for my birthday, and you may not hear from me for some time.

Smashwords End of Year Sale

We're into the last week of the End of Year sale over at Smashwords. A lot of my books are on sale for 50% off or more, and my novelette "Jay Moriarty Violates the Official Secrets Act" and short story "Move Fast and Break Things" are both currently free to download!

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This Week's Links

Defining AI

Defining AI along political and ideological language allows us to think about things we experience and recognize productively as AI, without needing the self-serving supervision of computer scientists to allow or direct our collective work. We can recognize, based on our own knowledge and experience as people who deal with these systems, what’s part of this overarching project of disempowerment by the way that it renders autonomy farther away from us, by the way that it alienates our authority on the subjects of our own expertise.

The Ghosts in the Machine

Spotify, I discovered, not only has partnerships with a web of production companies, which, as one former employee put it, provide Spotify with “music we benefited from financially,” but also a team of employees working to seed these tracks on playlists across the platform. In doing so, they are effectively working to grow the percentage of total streams of music that is cheaper for the platform. The program’s name: Perfect Fit Content (PFC).

Exposing the Honey Influencer Scam

Always good to remember that if someone is telling you something that's too good to be true, that's usually because it is. In this case: the free browser extension that finds coupon codes for you has to be getting its money from somewhere.

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