#along with the fact that there was a pretty high reward on his name and she didn't want to get mixed up with that

[bucketofbugz]

I love getting to explore character dynamics in different aus because normally in my rottmnt aus it'll be Leo that has an unrealistic worldview and Raph who actually understands how things Are but in M&M it's the opposite.

Like. Leo, who grew up in complete fear of being a mutant while in the hidden city, and the second someone with power found out about him he got thrown into the dang battle nexus. Rose, who has grown up incredibly sheltered in witch town with a yokai disguise to keep people from finding out she's a mutant and insists being a mutant in the hidden city isn't that hard and that there's no way Leo would have gotten into that situation if he hadn't volunteered in some way.

And you know what happens the second people find out about Rose being a mutant? SHE GETS THROWN INTO THE BATTLE NEXUS!! WITH LEO AGAIN!!!

And Leo just has a moment of "lol you think being a mutant down here is easy and fine and not a problem? You having a silly time right now? You having fun? lol?"

and it's just really funny to me for no reason

[norman-fucking-reedus]

I read something that you said Scud liked to be recorded and I’m actually foaming at the mouth at the idea of that because it’s so real. I NEED a fic for that. So glad I found someone with a Scud obsession as bad as mine

LIGHTS, CAMERA, ACTION

THE GOOD GOOD: FemDom!Reader x Sub!Scud, recording during sex, lots of teasing, and edging, bit of bondage, your much needed dose of pegging, and scud crying during sex, don't forget the hair pulling

GUYS I LOVE SCUD SO MUCH I ABSOLUTELY ADORE HIM MY PRECIOUS LITTLE ANGEL

I'm really trying to get my drafts cleared out LOL hopefully sometime soon I'll have a big major posting spree and then I can start working on my inbox

I HAVE SO MANY REQUESTS AUUUGH IDK WHY I LET THEM ALL PILE UP SOMEONE KILL ME

The idea of Scud being recorded is still my favorite because I feel like he'd be so nervous under the lens, trying to hide from it and not be seen but he'd still end up looking like a slutty pornstar (my precious pornstar)

also scud in lace. its been on my mind for I don't even know how long at this point.

You sighed as you walked down your complex's dingy, dimly lit hallway, silently hoping that Scud wouldn't be too mad at you for coming home so late into the night. After all, you had told him that you would only be about ten more minutes, but that had been almost an hour ago.

Things got a little out of hand, nothing you couldn't deal with sure but it was quite an inconvenience. A short, fifteen-minute task had easily turned into a full job, one that included running around the shop looking for spare parts. With what you had learned from Blade and Scud, it didn't take long to find all the little pieces you needed, and even a reward for yourself.

"Scud! I'm back! Look at what was in the shop" You called out to him when you jingled your keys in the lock and swung the front door to your apartment open, eagerly kicking off your shoes as you toyed with the little camcorder you had come across, flipping through the random pictures on it. There was no clear indicator of who's camera exactly, but you had always loved photography, so just one day with it wouldn't hurt anyone.

There was no response to your voice, the apartment barely lit and quiet, soft thumping coming from you and Scud's shared bedroom. He was probably playing on his PS2 with his headphones in, loud music blasting at levels you’ve already scolded him for.

As you padded through the cozy living room, you pointed your camera at random things and took little cameos of them, making your way down the short and narrow hall towards the room where you could see some of the orange lighting spilling out through a crack in the door.

You approached, about to call out Scud’s name once again as the soft thumping faded into a rhythmic beat, a Lady Gaga track when you finally stopped short in front of the door, pushing it open a bit and poking your head through, combing hair out your eyes as your mind drew a blank, greedily taking in the sight in front of you.

Scud was in fact not playing on his game system, but rather prancing around the cozy room what he didn’t know was your very expensive lingerie set. An all-white, delicate full ‘angelic’ lingerie set. A satin ruffle top with a waist-high lace garter belt that clipped onto the white mesh fishnets, all paired with lacy underwear that had a large bow on the back, topped with a fair-sized opening that revealed a large portion of his dumb butt.

You had originally bought it to surprise your boyfriend a few months back, but you had both gotten so overcrowded with work that it slipped your mind, collecting a thin layer of dust somewhere you weren’t even sure where you had put it. Scud always got curious about your things when he was rocket-high, digging through things and asking a million and one questions. Now here he was, looking pretty as ever swaying his hips around in the bedroom, mumbling along to the current track playing.

You found yourself flipping the camcorder's small screen open and resting against the door frame as the device started to record, capturing Scud’s fluid movements as he obliviously danced around, brown curls falling sweetly in his face, and skin glowing orange from the multiple sources of warm light in the room.

He really did look like an angel, his broad body looking much more supple and soft, legs long and lean, hips wide and divine. A walking, talking piece of pure eye candy, reserved for your eyes and only your eyes. Guess this camera just found itself a new owner.

Scud spun around on his heels and toes, once, twice, before he stopped, eyes focusing on the small little red dot, flickering up to meet your gaze and feeling his entire exposed body heat up in embarrassment.

“W– Wha– How– How long– Hello– ” Scud sputtered, completely frozen in place as he stared at you.

You, who was now fully entering the bedroom, “Don’t stop now, I barely got any footage” placing your free hand on his small waist and dipping fingers under the fabric of the garter. A smile tugged your lips as you started taking in the entirety of your boyfriend's body up close, his skin soft and hot under the tips of your fingers. “Y– You’re re-recording me?” He knew the answer, but hearing it from you verbally just made a chill run down his spine, and his cock twitch.

“Does that make you nervous love?” Your fingers trailed up his scarred chest, brushing across the lose ruffled top and grazing his nipples, a small whine coming from Scud as he dipped down in order to hide his face, but you wouldn’t let him. “Look at me” You said as you lifted his head up by the chin, forcing his gaze onto yours.

Scud lightly whimpered, desire burning in his gut as you brushed hair out his face, fingers dancing along his skin. He felt exposed under the camera’s lens, so much of his raw and bare skin visible to the naked eye. Your gaze on his body made his cock throb.

“What do I always tell you about playing in my stuff?” You said in a condescending tone, teasing the tips of your fingers down his textured belly.

Scud shivered at your touch as goosebumps prickled his skin, a strained grunt coming from him as his face flushed. “N– not without mommy’s permission”

You slowly walk around him, taking in his full body in the set. “Don’t touch mommy’s things without permission. That’s a rule, right?” You murmur as you stop recording to take a picture of Scud’s ass, definitely filling out the panties better than you could.

“Yes…” He mumbles, and it almost comes out like a squeak. His cock aching with need and his stomach with embarrassment, heart pounding from a combination of nerves and weed.

You brush your lips against the skin of his shoulder, slipping fingers under the waistline of the lace undies. “So can you explain to me why said rule is broken?”

A whimper broke past Scud's lips as your fingers teased and explored his exposed skin, squeezing his hips and tracing scars. "I just– I just found it under the bed and didn't know what it was" Scud stumbled out, heart thumping in his chest as your hands covered more ground on his body, circling around to his back.

"Mhm?" You hummed, tracing your finger up his spine. He let out a moan as chills ran through his core, trembling under your touch as he could feel goosebumps explode across his skin. "Well, do you know what it is now?"

Scud nodded frantically at your words, "Yes! Yes– I know now" quivering as he spoke.

With one hand on his waist, the other still holding the camera, you guided him to the edge of the bed and pushed his upper half down onto the mattress, smiling softly to yourself as you eyed Scud's new position through the lens.

Click! Click!

The electric snap of the camera made Scud feel fuzzy and warm, slightly embarrassed, and very exposed. His skin was flushed a light red, some areas more blushed than the others. From where his cock was confined in the small panties, he was completely pulsing, throbbing with pure need in his gut.

"Do you also know not to break the rules?" You questioned, flipping through the few shots you had taken before moving your attention to the small walk-in closet, crouching down and reaching inside a box.

Scud whined into the soft comforter when you returned behind him, his socked feet barely reaching the rug between them. He could hear the small beep of the camera as you pressed your front to his bottom, a yelp coming from him when your palm made contact with his exposed cheek. "I asked, so answer"

"Y– Yes! Not breaking the rules is a rule" He whimpered, a shudder running through him as his skin tingled.

You smiled at his words as you caressed his side, squeezing his waist and hip slightly. "Good. Very good. So don't you think you deserve a punishment?"

Scud didn't respond, but he nodded his head, hiding his face the best he could behind his hair. You pushed the strands back and cooed at his cherry-red face, tiny whines coming from him as he squirmed under the camera's lens, jerking his hips slightly as he rutted against the edge of the bed.

Your hand made contact with his cheek again, a choked-off groan coming from his throat at your palm. "Words."

"Y– yes ma– ma'am..." He stuttered, trembling slightly with anticipation. It wasn't often that Scud got punished, even with as bratty as he was, so his cock was totally aching just thinking about whatever vile shit it was you were thinking about doing to him.

And you were thinking of doing some quite horrid things.

Teasingly, you ran your hand over the opening in his panties, prodding your finger at his puffy rim. A suppressed shudder traveled through him as his cock twitched, his hole fluttering at your air-light touch. You softly cooed at how needy he was, smiling to yourself as you single-handedly took off your shirt and tossed it on the floor somewhere to be picked up later.

From the box in your closet, you had pulled your strap set, a pair of cuffs, and a long vibrator that you had been wanting to test out for a little while.

Cuffing Scud's hands behind his back with only five fingers was a bit of a challenge, but an easy one. He squirmed a little as you did it, wiggling his fingers as his wrists adjusted to the new sensation of the cuffs.

You shuffled around behind him, cursing softly as you knocked a few things over before tossing a bottle of lube along with the rest of your toys, pressing yourself against Scud as you leaned down near his ear, breath feather-light and hair tickling his skin. His heart pounded in his chest, and you could hear his pulse in his neck thumping.

“Just how should I punish you?” You murmur, trailing your lips against his ear lobe and teasing the skin with the very tip of your tongue.

“Maybe I should spank you ‘til it hurts to sit,” You run your free hand down to his ass and give it a slap for emphasis, followed by a squeeze just cause.

“Or maybe I could tie up those cute balls and see just how long it takes for you to pop” You hum, nibbling on Scud’s ear and tugging it with your teeth until you dropped it with an idea lingering in mind.

“Or," You said as you pulled away from him. "I could just leave you here by yourself” You smirked, watching Scud’s face twist in horror.

“No! No– please no” He pleaded as he squirmed on the bed, hips jerking in a desperate search for relief, cock painfully hard and throbbing. “Need a punishment, need mommy to punish me” Scud blabbed, his body trembling as his eyes darted from your face to the camera's lens, his body coated in a thin sheen of sweat.

“But how should I punish you?” You teasingly coo, combing some of a Scud’s bangs out one of his eyes as you smiled softly at him. “I could smoke our whole stash right in your face”

Scud groaned, “Please don’t” squeezing his legs as arousal burned hot in his gut. “I’m really sorry mommy, I– I’ll do anything”

“Oh, I know you will. Just stay still for me ‘kay?” You pushed yourself back up to your full height, pausing your recording to swap out the camera for the bottle of lube, shaking it slightly before uncapping it and squeezing out more than enough of the clear liquid onto Scud's puffy rim, watching the shiver that ran through him as the cold sensation rolled down to his sensitive balls.

You scooped it up with your two fingers and easily slid them inside Scud, a soft moan coming from him as he clenched around you, almost instantly pushing back in search of more. "Such a greedy little hole, you just wanna be fucked so badly don't you?"

Scud whined and squeezed his slick walls around your digits, "Yes! Want mommy to fill me up so bad, need her so bad" rubbing his face against the soft comforter as he could feel it burning hot.

"Don't worry baby boy, we're gonna get you all nice 'nd full right now" You spoke sweetly to him as you picked up the camera with one hand and the vibrator with the other, resuming your recording as the toy harshly rumbled to life after the click of a button. Without wasting a second, you watched as the buzzing wand glided into Scud with zero resistance, pressing it directly against his sweet spot and causing him to loudly sputter, blabble, and cry out nonsense as the sudden vibration traveled through his entire nervous system, cock throbbing with the uncontrollable urge to cum.

Scud sobbed around his loud moans, choking out gasps when you started to quickly thrust the toy in and out, each hard bump to his now very sensitive prostrate only sent him closer to the edge, hands twitching and pulling where they were restrained as his body spasmed, heaving as his heart started to pound in his chest the harder and harder you fucked him, hips jerking down into the mattress as he tried to pathetically chase his rapidly building orgasm, a burning pleasure coursing through the entirety of his body before–

You swiftly pulled the toy out of him right as he was about to topple over the edge, a confused, strangled whimper tearing from his throat as his poor hole needily clenched around nothing, so full and pleased just a split second ago and now suddenly empty and crashing down from the way you abruptly ruined his orgasm.

“Sorry, my hand slipped” You mumbled, obviously not sorry at all as you teased his fluttering hole with the toy, capturing all your torturous movements through the little camera lens.

The cuffs rattled as Scud whined and squirmed at the contact against his sensitive skin, trying his hardest to push back onto the vibrator while also jerking his hips away from it. He was so high, so hot and sweaty as he heaved from where he was on the bed, shaking as you tauntingly dragged the toy up from his slick balls to his drenched rim, only ever applying the slightest amount of pressure.

It made him push his hips back in desperation, letting out a surprised yelp when you smacked him with the toy, tutting your lips as you shook your head, placing the camera down and positioning it to capture Scud's hidden face, forcing his head up by roughly yanking a fistful of hair.

He whined as a shiver ran down his spine, trembling as his eyes nervously darted away from the lens, feeling his cheeks heat up in embarrassment at being recorded in such an exposed state. His cock was still painfully aching, whole body throbbing uncontrollably from your early treatment.

Scud made tiny little whimpers when you started to tease his hole again with the toy, his hips twitching as he tried not to jerk them back, desperate and craving to be filled up again. His gut ached with arousal, cock leaking painfully where it was confined in the small panties.

"P– Please fuck me, please mommy" He begged as you dipped your head down and started nibbling at his bare shoulder, teasing the skin of his hip with your fingers.

You blew on his ear as you ran the length of the vibrator up his slick crack, a keen noise pulling out his throat as his hole fluttered in anticipation. "Is this what you want pretty boy? To be stuffed like a dumb slut?"

Scud whined at your words, nodding his head and hiding his face shyly behind his hair, jumping slightly when you tightly gripped his jaw, lifting his head once more and dropping it to pick up your camera.

"You're so cute when you're nervous" You said to him as you smooshed your cheek against his, pointing the lens at the both of you and snapping a few pictures, Scud's face red and embarrassed as the flash flickered, electric shutter ringing in his ears.

Scud huffed slightly as his socked toes brushed the rug beneath him, kicking his feet impatiently as need and heat burned through his veins. He whined softly when you pulled away from him entirely, leaving the camcorder pointed at him to capture his facial expressions when you suddenly shoved the entirety of the vibrator back into him, a loud and shaky moan tearing from Scud's throat as the toy easily slid into him, almost yelling when it buzzed to life against his sensitive walls.

His hands curled into one another where his arms were stretched behind his back, yet immediately scrambled to wrap around your wrist when you trailed fingers up his spine, his fingers twitching and trembling as they latched onto you, incoherent mumbles leaving Scud's lips.

As you started to properly fuck him with the toy, quickly thrusting it in and out as he tensed up at the sensation, shuddering as his jaw went slack and he started to desperately yet sloppy push back against your movements, toes curling into the carpet as you shoved the vibrator right into his sweet spot, stars dancing in his eyes and coursing through his body.

"I bet that feels so good huh pretty boy? Gonna cum aren't you?" You taunted as you fucked him quicker with the silicone toy, watching the way he had started to twitch and squirm, his whimpers and cries starting to increase in volume. Scud tried to respond to your questions, but his words only came out as a garbled mess.

It earned a small laugh from you, pressing yourself up against him and dipping your head down to attack his neck, running your tongue over his pulse, and feeling his heart race under the muscle. "Didn't quite catch that" You murmured into his ear, slowing down your movements as you searched for Scud's sweet spot, a broken sob tearing from his lips when you found it. "Yes," He gasped, trembling underneath you as he heaved for air, clumsily stuttering out his words. "Wanna cum so bad, want mommy to make me cum"

Scud tugged and pulled at his restraints as he choked back cries, clumsily pushing back against your movements desperately as he chased after his rapidly building orgasm, babbling brainlessly. He could feel the buzzing sensation in his toes, all the way up to his teeth, it made his head foggy and his jaw go slack, not sure if the high he was greedily riding was from the weed or sheer pleasure, but it had him on cloud nine either way.

Each thrust brought him closer and closer, so close he could practically taste it. A needy, broken whimper came from his chest as his body twitched against you, small pleas starting to fall from his lips as his untouched cock throbbed from his burning climax, lungs running out of air as his body started to tense up, standing right on the edge and about to fall down face first when you yanked the toy right out of him again, Scud whining and basically sobbing in protest as his hole uncontrollably clenched down around nothing, heavy groans leaving him as his body struggled to recover from the way you completely denied him again.

"Oh Please, please mommy, please" Scud sobbed as his body felt so empty and used, desperately craving the relief that he needed so badly.

You shut the toy off and tossed it down on the bed, taking hold of the camcorder and stopping your recording, snapping a few pictures of how utterly destroyed Scud was, face soaked with his tears and drool as he weakly rutted his hips in search of any type of pleasure. He whimpered softly at the flash of light, feeling exposed and nude under the lens.

"It's okay Scud, you've been doing so well for me. Momma's gonna make you feel so good" You murmured comfortingly into his ears as you pressed a kiss to his cheek, pushing your body up off his and leaving the camera on the bed. Scud still whined out in protest as your body heat left his, leaving him cold and lonely. His heart started to soar and quickly pick up speed when he heard the familiar sound of your strap buckling together, small mutters and curses coming from you as there was a slight struggle.

It wasn't long before you reappeared behind Scud, this time pressing your cock against him. Anticipation sparked to life in his tummy as you dragged the silicone through his slick, unable to help himself from pushing back against you with tiny little sounds. He needed it so bad that his body was practically begging for release, involuntarily twitching.

Scud was so close to an absolute breakdown, whimpering and mumbling incoherently as you finally started to push in at a tauntingly slow pace, the lube helping to make it an easy glide and blissful stretch. His head dropped down onto the mattress as sparks flew up his spine, so understimulated that even the slightest of touch would probably send him tipping over the edge.

You readjusted your camcorder with one hand and the tightly tangled the other in his hair, yanking his head back up to be captured in the lens, giggling at the groan that left Scud’s lips. “Come on pretty boy, keep your head up for momma”

“Need– Need it–“ Scud started to babble, head totally clouded and overworked as he desperately jerked his hips, rocking them back and forth to get any type of stimulation at all, trembling like a leaf on a branch when he felt the tip of your strap finally, finally jab right into his tender and used sweet spot, knees buckling between him as he involuntarily squeezed your wrist tightly, nails digging into the flesh as the orgasm his body had been begging for completely took over, loud and broken sobs leaving Scud’s lips as his untouched cock throbbed and pulsated, cumming right in the lace panties of the lingerie set.

The fact that you captured that on camera almost made your mouth water, and you cooed at Scud when he went ragdoll in your hold, stroking his side to give him some comfort as he slowly came back down to earth. “Oh, you poor little thing. Did I tease too much?”

Scud could barely even muster out words, breathing into the mattress as his body twitched, small grunts and whimpers coming from him your hand in his hair kept his head upright and his face vulnerable, tears streaming down his reddened cheeks.

“Or, did I not tease you enough?” You murmured the question softly in his ear, moving to grab a fist full of hair from the front and gripping his cuffed wrists, yanking both backward as you took a step forward to shove the entirety of your cock into Scud, who could almost taste the pleasure coursing through him. A choked sob tore itself from his throat, eyes darting frantically between the wall and camera lens as it felt like pure heaven burned it’s way up his spine, hands twitching and curling in on themselves under your grip.

It was arguably the best he’s ever felt in days, weeks even. When you started to relentlessly and mercilessly slam into him, each thrust going right to his core and sending his eyes rolling into the back of his head, lips glossy and slick with spit as he drooled from the mouthwatering pleasure.

“You’re just so, so cute Scud. I can’t wait to watch our little movie over and over and over again” You said as you tilted his head to the side by his hair, biting down harshly on the flesh of his already bruised and marked neck, a shriek pulling its way out his chest as all five of his senses were at a complete overload, skin flushing a deep red when he felt your teeth blissfully break skin. It was all so overwhelming, the wet glide of your cock slipping in and out against his tender velvety walls was simply too much for his mind to be able to comprehend, hips jerking as his second orgasm built up rapidly, like a can of soda that had been shaken up and was just waiting for someone to pop the tap.

He heard the sound of the cuffs clicking off before he felt the fuzzy material sliding off his wrists, your hands finding his and intertwining your fingers together, pinning his hands down on the mattress to fuck him with all the womanly strength left in you, sending the silicone as deep and hard into your angelic boyfriend as your body would possibly allow for. Scud’s head involuntarily dropped right down onto the blankets, whimpers and broken moans tumbling past his lips as he tightly squeezed your fingers, so close to the edge that this time he really could taste it.

“Please momma, please, please– fuuck, please” Scud helplessly babbled, needily pushing back to meet your thrusts as he was so fucking close, so close that he’d almost do anything just to cum, not that there was much to do considering he was already crashing down the hill, just needing a few more rough thrusts of your hips before his tap was finally popped, an explosion of fizzy stickiness exploding right in his gut, his second orgasm spilling right into the already soiled underwear, seeping through and dripping down onto the floor.

Scud went totally limp where he laid face down on the bed, breathing heavily as he twitched and tried to come down from such an earth shattering high, whining softly when you pulled out.

Tiny kisses were planted all over his face, neck, and shoulders, you gently brushing his hair out his face and unsticking it from his sweaty forehead. “You okay?”

Scud nodded, with his eyes half-lidded and a content smile tugging at his lips. “Mhmm”

“Did you learn your lesson?” You asked, pulling the bra strap and letting it snap against Scud’s flesh, a small grunt leaving him as his skin burned. “Yes ma’am…” He grumbled out, feet dangling off the bed.

You smiled softly, kissing him right below his eye. “Good baby. Now let’s get you all squeaky clean and cozy for bed, then we can find a way to put our special show on the TV for only our eyes to see” You said with a hint of mischief in your tone, reaching for the camcorder and stopping your recording once and for all.

Whoa. Did Norman fucking reedus just fucking finish something. Did Normam fucking reedus just post something. Whoa. How crazy even is that.

ANYWAYS 😝 yes guys I still love Scud he's still my angel boy and be always will be I love the part of the fic where my peenar goes inside his body thats the best part hands down I love to fuck men with my lady peenar

One fic at a time guys 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ I have a few others that eeerm should get posted soon… dont get your hopes up (because mine are already up and that's a problem)

IF YOU SEE TYPOS NO UOU DONNNT 😭 MY GRAMMARLY IS ON MY COMPUTER AND THE APP IS GARBAGE ON MY PHONE PLEASE STOP THIS MADNESS

I was gonna end this with the cam corder MaGiCaLlYy disappearing 👁️ but that's for another fic 🙂‍↕️ (that ill end up never writing)

[ddodol]

— masterlist <3

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[ 💙 — fluff ] [ ♨️ — smut ]

quick drabbles ⭑.ᐟ

connected — j.sc ꩜ .ᐟ 💙 — [ sungchan keeps losing his airpods. ]

bedache — l.cy ꩜ .ᐟ 💙 — [ nothing better than spending mundane birthdays with anton. ]

terms of endearment — s.es ꩜ .ᐟ 💙 — [ eunseok tries out different pet names. ]

oneshots ⭑.ᐟ

you got me — l.sh ꩜ .ᐟ ♨️ — [ you just can't help but play along when the cute pizza delivery guy attempts to prank you. ]

throwing a bone — j.sc ꩜ .ᐟ ♨️ — [ sungchan was there for your every need, heavy emphasis on every. ]

just a little — s.es ꩜ .ᐟ ♨️ — [ eunseok likes your haircut a bit too much. ]

sick man — p.wb ꩜ .ᐟ ♨️ — [ wonbin gets you out of more work and thinks he should be getting rewarded. ]

popsicle — l.cy ꩜ .ᐟ ♨️ — [ the summer heat is starting to get to anton. ]

get even — j.sc ꩜ .ᐟ ♨️ — [ you feel responsible for sungchan's injury, it's only right if you help him out. ]

two on a good day — p.wb ꩜ .ᐟ ♨️ — [ wonbin should know better than to challenge you. ]

after hours — l.sh ꩜ .ᐟ ♨️ — [ sohee finally sleeps over at your house, though sleeping is the last thing he had in mind when he agreed. ]

new hobby — s.es ꩜ .ᐟ ♨️ — [ you only thought about picking up a new hobby, not a new man. ]

tastier — l.sh ꩜ .ᐟ ♨️ — [ they say food is tastier when you say how much you love them. ]

acting up — j.sc ꩜ .ᐟ ♨️ — [ date nights with sungchan are always fun when there's a bit of mischief. ]

song series ⭑.ᐟ

soft — s.es ꩜ .ᐟ 💙 — [ glossy lips look a bit too good on you, eunseok just can't get enough of them. ]

blushing! — p.wb ꩜ .ᐟ ♨️ — [ you get high with your friends at wonbin's house, not knowing you'd get this needy. ]

oh no — h.sh ꩜ .ᐟ ♨️ — [ oh no, you just love him too much. ]

candy — l.cy ꩜ .ᐟ ♨️ — [ a sweet girl like you deserved better and anton was down to prove that. ]

cotton candy lemonade — l.sh ꩜ .ᐟ 💙 — [ late night hangouts with sohee. ]

too deep — s.es ꩜ .ᐟ ♨️ — [ you and eunseok were in too deep. ]

last chance — l.sh ꩜ .ᐟ — [ all you wanted was to reminisce a little, you didn't expect to have sohee back in your life so suddenly. ]

saturn emoji — p.wb ꩜ .ᐟ ♨️ — [ you just love the way wonbin makes you feel. ]

guess — s.es, j.sc ꩜ .ᐟ — [ you just got your first tattoo. ]

pretty please — s.es, l.sh ꩜ .ᐟ — [ and they say trios never work out. ]

guess — j.sc, p.wb ꩜ .ᐟ — [ you just got your first tattoo. ]

mini series ⭑.ᐟ

all the ways — o.sr ꩜ .ᐟ — [ the cute kindergarten teacher thinks you're anton's mom. ] [ kindergarten teacher!taro series ] [ all the ways 💙 ] [ the kids are weird 💙 ] [ can i give you what you need? ♨️ ]

good girl — j.sc ꩜ .ᐟ — [ you make it hard for sungchan to keep it in his pants ] [ dilf!sungchan series ] [ good girl ♨️ ] [ anniversary♨️ ]

working — riize ꩜ .ᐟ ♨️ — [ the corporate lifestyle can be unexpectedly fun sometimes. ] [ anthology ] [ #✧₊⁺ working ] [ lost ] [ ...baby one more time ] [ look at me a little more ] [ nonsense ] [ nasty ] [ you can be the boss ]

between friends — riize ꩜ .ᐟ ♨️ — [ tba. ] [ anthology ] [ #✧₊⁺ between friends ]

series ⭑.ᐟ

good luck, babe! — riize ꩜ .ᐟ ♨️ — [ it's rent day! luck was, in fact, not on your side at all— but hey! you have seven handsome guys by your side and that's a win in your book. ] [ choose your own route! ] [ #✧₊⁺ good luck babe! ] [ 787 ] [ 888 ] [ 877 ] [ 1111 ] [ 770 ] [ 780 ] [ 1122 ]

something for the halloween maybe? — riize

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— on my puter <3

[abditorial]

GIRL YOU REALLY

GOT A HOLD ON ME…

Going down on JJK men ♥︎!

FT. Gojo, Geto, Sukuna, Toji, Nanami, and Choso.

X GN!READER

WARNINGS : 18+, usage of “good girl” (Gojo), degradation (Geto, Sukuna), reader has a pussy (Nanami), 69’ing (Nanami), usage of “princess” (Toji), panties and panty sniffing mentions (Toji), in subby Choso we thrust, overstimulation (Choso)

SATORU GOJO ✧

Gojo tries to pretend like he’s into degrading you. And trust me, he’s tried calling you names and being rough with you because it just sounded so sexy but he just can’t with the way you seem to lose it every time he throws a sweet praise your way, the way you let out a soft whine and squirm around whenever he tells you how good you’re making him feel or how proud he is that you’re sucking him off so well.

“Shit,” Gojo’s head falls back against the couch cushion, a groan slipping out past his lips as his pretty little lover hollows their cheeks out around his perfect cock. He shivers and his hands clench into fists from where they’re sitting behind the back of the couch, fingernails digging into his palms and his knuckles turning white while he gives a breathy moan-like laugh. “Taking me so good…”

You drag your tongue up the underside of his cock, lips wrapping around the tip to suck on it like a personal lollipop. All of a sudden his hand is gripping the back of your head, letting out a long, drawn out groan while his cock twitches. “Gonna cum, ‘kay? Want you to swallow it all…” He has to keep his hips from bucking up, from face fucking you like an animal because it feels so damn good. He keeps his cool, though not without a few desperate whines before cumming in that pretty mouth. He watches with that condescending smirk as your swallow it all with a bit of struggling.

“Good girl.” Definitely not the end, though. You deserve a reward for treating him so well, right?

SUGURU GETO ✧

Much like his best friend, Geto tends to lean towards praising his partner. BUT the occasional degrading name never hurts, typically when he’s about to cum and he says it in that breathy, high pitched tone because his mind is all foggy and he can’t think straight while you’re basically sucking his soul out. I also think he’d like it a bit rough, though. Leave a few marks on his dick to remind him who he belongs to! He will probably cum on the spot.

“Come on, take it like the slut you are…” Suguru grunts, hand gripping onto your hair as he shoves his cock further down your throat. His mouth is agape with beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, chest heaving as he gasps for air with every bob of your head. He’s clenching his jaw, adam’s apple bobbing and his thighs shaking. Your hands have to push them further apart and your eyes close, inhaling through your nose before letting him sink further into your mouth, nearly gagging you. “Just like that.”

His encouragement is appreciated, willing you to keep going along that route despite the fact you were centimeters away from choking. Listening to him moaning and groaning was absolutely worth it though. Gasping for air, you pull your lips off of him with a ‘pop’, tilting your head to the side and leaning down. You can hear Suguru’s breath hitch in his throat while you latch onto the side of his dick like a suction cup, pulling away shortly after to watch a purplish blue mark form.

“Shit-!” Suguru curses under his breath before cumming, the fluid dripping down his still-twitching cock.

RYOMEN SUKUNA ✧

Any day, anytime, anywhere. Sukuna loves when you suck him off no matter the circumstances. Post argument? Give him some head and he’ll forgive you, maybe even apologize himself. On a date? Drag him into the bathroom and treat him well. Just because you feel like it? Why not? He’s not gonna stop you. Sukuna probably wouldn’t care if the whole world was watching, as long as you’re up for the job he’ll let you. Don’t think that doesn’t mean he isn’t gonna call you the most vile names, though. Don’t worry, you’re practically guaranteed to be rewarded. Whether that reward is him plowing into you or massaging your clit with his tongue. Maybe even both if he’s in a good mood.

‘How did I get here?’ was a question often asked as someone in a relationship with Ryomen Sukuna, because everything about this man is a surprise. You had gotten so used to this routine that it actually didn’t seem that foreign anymore; Falling to your knees in a restaurant bathroom, stroking the base of his cock with two hands while your tongue swirls around the tip, making sure to pay good attention to the only real sensitive part of his body so you could watch him try to uphold that dominant front. He’d never be submissive, but every now and then you’ll see his stomach muscles flex and he’ll let you hear an abnormal groan.

“I know you can take it deeper, don’t hold out on me now.” Sukuna’s grabbing the back of your head and pistoning his hips forward until he hears you choke. As much as he enjoys that sound, Sukuna knows taking it too far might lose him the opportunity to cum in your pretty mouth so he does hold himself back. So he settles for the occasional gag, looking down at you while you stare back up at him through your eyelashes, manicured hands pumping the base of his cock you couldn’t reach with your lips. “Must have bruises on your knees with how often you’re down on them for me. Fuckin’ whore…” He yanks your head back, grunting at you through clenched teeth. “Open up.” When you do, he pumps his length until he’s shooting his cum into your open mouth. The sight of his fluids dripping down your chin onto your pretty floral dress has him smirking, cock still hard.

“Get up and bend your pretty little ass over.”

TOJI FUSHIGURO ✧

Toji is thick and girthy, meaning it’s impossible for his whole cock to fit in your mouth, even if you’re already gagging on it. No matter, he loves nothing more than seeing your much smaller hands pump his cock because damn does he like knowing he’s big- and I mean big. He’s a real grunted too, not the type of guy to moan or whine and whimper. Don’t get me wrong, he’s fairly loud. The noise just tends to come out as husky whispers and grunts as he face fucks you. Toji loves when you go down on him. I mean… It’s free pleasure.

“Look at you.” Toji mutters in that husky voice and you can practically hear his smirk. He’s sitting on your sofa, legs spread with his arms resting on the back while you’re in between his legs, lips wrapped around his cock and your hands circling the base. It’s such a pretty sight watching you try to take in his entire length, tears brimming in your eyes as the tip hits the back of your throat. “Sucking me so good. Must be thirsty for my cum, huh Princess?”

You can only nod, opening your eyes to briefly glance up at that egotistical expression on his handsome face that has your clenching your thighs together. You can feel your panties getting wet, thoughts filled with the image of Toji digging through your laundry and stroking himself while he stuffs his nose into the soaked garment. Your tongue caresses the underside of his cock while you drag it upwards to the tip.

“Fuck, princess… Take your shirt off, wanna cum on your pretty chest.”

NANAMI KENTO ✧

Nanami rarely lets you just go down on him. It’s usually used as a form of relaxation when he’s had a long day at work, which is… Pretty much every day, but the catch is he really prefers to be pleasuring you. It took awhile to figure it out, but eventually you guys came to the conclusion that if you just went down on each other simultaneously your problems would be solved, and now that’s the only way he likes it. Your pussy practically sitting on his face while you take such good care of his dick.

Your chest is heaving as your pant, soft lips encasing your husband’s cock but it’s almost impossible to keep going when his tongue is delving into your little hole and exploring you for all that you’re worth. His hands are gripping your ass tight, probably with enough pressure to leave a mark, making sure you stay spread out enough for him to keep feasting on you like you’re his last meal. Your legs are on either side of his head as you are just millimeters away from sitting on his face, your chest pressed up to his lower stomach with his cock shoved so far in your mouth.

Nanami just groans into your warm pussy, enjoying the taste of your folds and how he can feel your walls clenching around nothing but the tip of his tongue not nearly reaching inside you far enough. One hand drags away from your ass after giving it one light spank, causing you to whimper, and he teases your pretty folds with his fingers until you’re wet enough with both your own slick and his saliva to shove two digits in, curling them to hit all the right spots. His tongue moves to your clit, lavishing it with his attention which has your thighs now shaking. You continue to suck him off, cheeks hollow around his length while you bob your head up and down. You can feel him twitching, every now and then his hips buck, but Nanami refuses to cum until you reach your own climax.

It’s only seconds after that he’s shooting his seed into your mouth, groaning and gasping for air when his lips finally pull away from your sore cunt. “You always taste so good, dear.”

CHOSO KAMO ✧

Oh my god this man turns into such a fucking whore when you’re sucking him, I mean he’s gripping the sheets and trying to hold back whimpers by biting his lips but failing miserably. Dare I say… Arching his back. He hates the idea of coming off as submissive because he wants to seem cool and daring to his partner (what he doesn’t know is it’s such a turn on) so he tries to hide his pretty noises :(

“H-Holy shit, wait, I- Ngh!” Choso’s head tilts back as far as it can against the mattress, his once pulled back hair now spread out and soaked in his sweat because you’ve been making him cum for what was probably hours… Or at least it felt like it. His back is arched up, hands grabbing at anything they can because if he doesn’t divert the sensation elsewhere he’s going to explode. He’s nearly crying and choking on his own tears, cock throbbing and aching from how much he’s came but he still wants more.

“Cumming- I’m cumming, sh-shit… Guhhgh, fuck-!” Every noise that emits from him is so desperate. His teeth dig into his bottom lip, eyes scrunched shut as that feeling builds up in both his chest and stomach again. You just keep going, your mouth and tongue making all the right movements to send him over the edge, pulling away only to let his fluids spill out onto the sheets and his chest instead of in your mouth. Choso leta out the most submissive cry as his back arches even further, sheets ripped off from the corners of the bed from all his pulling.

When he cums for the last time and you finally pull away, he lays there for what seems like an eternity, only able to utter a small, “Oh my god.”

Can you tell I had a lot of fun writing these? 🤭 I kind of went crazy with Choso’s, but I just couldn’t get the image of him being into overstimulation out of my head like HELLO?!

Anyway! Requests are open for now, if you would like to see this done with other characters don’t hesitate to ask!

Some boundaries can be found here.

[hamliet]

Is sansa connected to the winter rose?

In a word: no.

The winter rose is connected to Lyanna, Jon, and Daenerys.

The winter rose itself is a flower, a beautiful blue rose. They exist at Winterfell, and the legend associated with them is that Bael the Bard, a successful singer, entered Winterfell under an assumed name. As a reward, Brandon Stark offered him whatever he wanted, and Bael asked for the most beautiful flower. Brandon gave him the rose, but the next morning, Brandon's only daughter was missing from her bed, and the rose lay on the covers.

The crown of winter roses is what Rhaegar gave to Lyanna. Lyanna even dies holding roses, although their petals had turned black from death. The point is clearly that Rhaegar wooed Lyanna and she ran off with him, leaving her family. She also then died, and the beautiful blue roses had all decayed. I don't think Rhaegar and Lyanna weren't in love to some degree, but there's still a lot of political machinations at play and love, true or otherwise, didn't save them like in a fairy tale. In the end they were left with blood and death, not living roses. It's a symbol of loss as much as it is of love--loss of a daughter, loss of Lyanna, loss of a mother.

The context in which the Bael the Bard legend is told is also relevant: Ygritte tells it to Jon, who is Lyanna's son. I mean, the clues could not be clearer:

Ygritte: And she never sung you the song o' the winter rose? Jon: I never knew my mother. Or any such song.

Not only that, but Jon is facing a similar choice to Lyanna, of breaking his vows and staying with Ygritte. In the end, he chooses to return to the Watch.

But, it's not over. No, the legend continues in Brandon Stark relentlessly searching for them, but they never find anyone. He has no heirs, but then the girl returns with an infant, and as it turns out she and Bael never left the crypts of Winterfell--a place of death.

The symbolism is again pretty obvious: Jon as an infant, but also the idea that love stays with you even when you've lost the people whom you love. It's bittersweet. They're with you all along. And, from death comes life. The Stark bastard becomes a Stark lord. Again, the Jon symbolism is obvious.

Bael then becomes a King Beyond the Wall and invades the North, and his own son fights and defeats him--because Bael could not bring himself to kill his son. But his mother still loved Bael and commits suicide. Lovely. But again, the symbolism and themes are obvious: choosing love over duty (as Bael does) and choosing duty over love (as the Stark daughter does) both lead to death, because "death, the high cost of living." Our job living is to walk that tightrope and find a balance we can live with.

Dany's visions in the House of the Undying also connect Jon to the winter rose: she smells it "sweetly" as it grows "from a chink of ice in the wall." It's clearly associated with romance, as well.

Sansa has no connection to the winter rose as far as I can tell. In fact a search tells me the only connection is that after Ygritte tells Jon this, the next chapter is the one where she first "flowers," which is exceedingly tenuous as a connection. The Stark daughter who is repeatedly connected to Lyanna is Arya, not Sansa, and the winter rose has never actually appeared in either of their stories the way it has in Jon's and Daenerys's.

[anystalker707]

.loving rewards.

Pairing: Gerard x [gender neutral/afab] Reader Word count: ~ 500 Genre: Drabble / Smut Summary: A nice reward for such a loving boy Kind of content: Pegging / Overstimulation / Praising

Requested by anon ["Hey hun, I hope you’re doing well 🩷 I was wondering if you could do a fic with dom female reader and bottom Gerard way, plot along the lines of reader rewarding Gerard for being so loving and caring to her, she just wants go give all the love back to him? Remember to drink water :)"]

MASTERLIST

         “You’re so good, you know that, sweetheart?” Your voice rang between Gerard’s moans as you held onto his hips, your fingers sinking into the chubby skin. They left behind marks that he would probably look back to later and bite his lip at the sight. Your grip was firm to avoid letting your hand slide with the sweat already building on his skin, so you could hold him in place while pushing your hips against his.

Something that resembled your name escaped Gerard’s lips among the lewd moans he released. Gerard had his face half buried into the mattress as he gripped onto the blankets. His thighs quivered under himself, but you did your best to keep his hips up while slamming your hips against his.

“You deserve this, don’t you, baby?” You cooed gently, making sure your hips slammed harder with each word, snatching those pleased groans from him.

There was such a contrast between your words and your actions that just made Gerard melt more and more under you. He really couldn’t help himself from blabbering, his mind slipping away from reality whenever you reached that spot inside him. It didn’t help much the fact he was already so, so sensitive—every little touch felt like it was lighting his body on fire after he already came a couple of times, and you still kept going.

“You deserve it,” your voice cooed every time he reached his high, showering him with sweet words and reminding him how much he was worthy of such a treatment. “C’mon,” you mumbled, “I need to show you how much I appreciate the fact you’re so sweet to me, right? Look at you.”

Gerard liked being treated like that, though. Being handled like that, like a damn rag doll, wasn’t that bad to him. Maybe not bad at all.

You huffed a little, looking down and watching the dildo attached to the strap-on sink inside his puff hole repeatedly. It made you wet just at the sight. It felt so obscene to watch him under you like that, spread open and taking whatever you gave him because he was just so weak for you. Just the thought of it was enough to make your mind somewhat fuzzy, struggling to process any thought aside from pleasing Gerard. Maybe breaking him.

The room was immersed in this thick atmosphere, making everything so dense. Sounds of heavy breathing and skin against skin along with that vulgar squelching were the only thing that reached your ears aside from Gerard’s babbling, and sometimes your own words.

Your words were almost automatic but somewhat measured—you knew how to keep Gerard on the edge, though also how to make him become desperate just by using the right words. Such a pretty thing like that; didn’t even seem like he could cum just because of some sugar-coated words you muttered into his ear while giving him the lightest touches. Or that he enjoyed being reduced to bits on the bed.

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[bastardlybonkers]

i wanted to try drawing bantha, my clone oc id randomly made for this fic i wrote, then i decided that i wanted them to have served under my jedi ocs i drew here, and then i decided that they needed a squad, so i drew them too. info and comics about my new scuba squad under the cut

Chance

-captain of general nhero's SCUBA company

-master of the unreadable expression, a man of few words (takes after his jedi)

-soft spot for zilus, sees himself as a secondary mentor to him

-refuses to share exactly where his name came from, and if asked, will tell a similar but different story each time. its something of a passtime for many of the companys troopers to spin theories about it

Bantha

-field medic

-their bedside manner isnt the greatest, but theyre damn good at their job. got their name from their favorite curse to yell at injuries and patients, 'banthashit'

-epitome of 'im probably nonbinary but i have a job so idrc about that rn' (only starts using they/them pronouns post-o66, and starts taking hrt)

-survived in empire but chip got heavily damaged in a nasty accident where they were assumed KIA. took the opportunity to book it once they were pretty sure they wouldnt die of their injuries (they definitely would have, were they not a medic)

Molar

-used to be very rowdy, but has chilled considerably under nhero's command

-got his name after getting in a fight with another clone and uppercutting him so hard that he spat out a molar tooth (same fight he lost his earring and lobe in)

-doesnt know why he lets himself get roped into things

Spitz

-very excitable, no concept of personal space. most would probably hate him if he wasnt endearing

-got his name from the fact that he accidentally spits in ppls faces when he talks sometimes 😔 he made sure to always write it with a 'z' though so it would at least sort of seem intentional

-is not allowed to be paired alone with ex, due to possible ensuing mayhem

Downer

-eternal pessimist, always points out the downside to things and how something could go wrong

-name is self explanatory

-gets along well in silence with molar, but is usually paired with spitz or ex to level out their energy

Ex

-an adrenaline junkie

-named himself ex for 'ex-treme'- he is the only one who thinks this is cool

-wishes they used more 'high risk, high reward' strategy methods, but follows direction on the field. gets his thrills by other means that hopefully wont result in a lecture or death (but might get him laughed at)

doodle comics:

ex getting his eye tattoos

spitz showing off his knuckle tattoos

bantha, chance, and their neverending workload

ok thats what i have so far!! i hope u like them lol i like them So Much theyre already so fun for me. cant wait to think of them in their inherently tragic circumstances 🫠

[mobileleprechaun]

oubgh Tagged Game

I was kindly tagged by the eminent @femboty2k, thank you so much for tagging me!

This one is about introducing yourself with the following:

- One tv show

- One movie

- One album

- One game

However, she went the extra mile and did two each, so I'll do that as well!

TV Shows: Whatever Happened to Robot Jones and Making Fiends

I'm not entirely sure what it says about me that both of my picks here were ill-fated and obscure cartoons cancelled before their time, but I certainly hope it's nothing premonitory about the trajectory of my life!

Robot Jones was a full-on obsession for me when I was young. It's about a robot child having to attend junior high in the 1980s so he can understand humans better, and all the awkwardness that goes along with that. Something about it struck such a chord with me – probably the fact that the protagonist was a sheltered misfit who couldn't understand his peers. I was homeschooled until college, and all of my interactions with other kids were painfully awkward along those lines, so I guess I just felt seen?

It's a weird show, and the tone is pretty bleak. He's mercilessly bullied by both peers and authority figures alike, and episodes rarely ever end with anything working out for him. Maybe I felt seen by that too. It's kind of fucked up, and I'm 70% certain bits of it didn't age well, but for what it's worth, people still really enjoy the one episode where RJ comes to the conclusion that he's nonbinary. It's also lost media at this point, so there's an inherent rewarding feeling that comes with being able to find it at all.

Making Fiends is also pretty bleak, but in a very silly and fun way. It's about a town that lives in mortal terror of Vendetta, this extremely cruel grade-schooler who is able to make monsters (fiends) that can serve her every whim. However, her nasty little gangster baby life is turned upside down when a very dense friendly girl named Charlotte comes to town, and Vendetta finds herself terrorized for a change.

I was obsessed with this one too and was a young stan of its creator. I love that it's about two girls just being dumb as all hell and having weird and fucked up things happen to them. Nobody's boy-crazy, either – both of these little gremlins just get to be people. Neither of them are particularly deep in terms of characterization, but they're so much fun to have a romp with, and they get to fill that slapstick-heavy role that's usually only reserved for male characters. Also, the humor is super fucked up and morbid, but the way everything is delivered will just keep you hooting. It's definitely less emotionally exhausting than Robot Jones.

Movies: Chicken Run and The End of Evangelion

Weird pair, I know!

Chicken Run is another of my childhood obsessions that persists to this very day. It's a fun and surprisingly poignant tale of an insurrection on a farmyard and the brave hens (and one mostly useless rooster) who make it happen. Aardman just knocks it right out of the park with the quirky designs of their ensemble cast and just how rooted it feels in its 1950s setting. The villains are fun, the heroes are fun, somehow Mel Gibson doesn't completely ruin it, and I dunno, it's just very cozy. I could rewatch it over and over again. Also, Mac is best girl.

End of Evangelion is not cozy at all! It's the fucked up and horrifying ending to a fucked up and horrifying anime, and it pissed a lot of people off at how mean-spirited it felt, but like... it's a fucking masterpiece, like it goes incredibly hard. Every element of it – the music, the voice acting, the visuals – it's all stunning, like all the way through. Yes it's sad and upsetting and very strange, but that's just how the anime went. None of it feels out of place, either. I can go back and watch Episode 1 again and not feel like EoE mismatches tonally. I still think about it on the regular, and I still bop to Komm sußer Tod.

Albums: Spirit Phone and Act II: The Father of Death

I've picked these two because these are both albums I always feel the need to listen to as a whole rather than piecemeal. There's some other amazing albums that I feel dirty not including here, but these two are just the ones that hit me the hardest as albums, and I have to be fully honest with myself about that.

Spirit Phone came into my life when I desperately needed it. I had just lost my youngest brother and was trying to find my first apartment after years of being my parents' adult subject. It was such a heady and wonderful thing for me, all these skrunkly-ass songs about the occult and the inherently fucked up nature of American culture. I played it on repeat for almost a solid month, and it gave me the strength and optimism I needed to muscle through the most terrifying time of my life. It's still such a cozy and wonderful thing for me, and I thank Neil Cicirega from the bottom of my heart for putting it together.

The Protomen: Act II wasn't something that got me through a crisis, but it was a fucking crazy-ass bop and a solid goddamn chaser to their first album, which I also love listening to as a whole. The story of Thomas Light's descent into living as a pariah in his own city after his own friend turns on him is masterfully told by this band, and every track hits like a truck. The whole subplot with Joe was incredible, too, and that guy who sings as Wily is so fucking good, and Panther is ridiculously versatile... I still get goosebumps thinking about Breaking Out. Gorgeous album through and through.

Games: Sonic & Knuckles Collection and Cave Story

It might be cheating to include the whole collection as one game, but I don't give a phuck!!!!

I was like 7 or 8 when I got the Sonic & Knuckles collection on CD-ROM, and holy fuck, y'all. I knew I loved The Adventure of Sonic the Hedgehog on TV, but getting my hands on that game about spoiled me rotten. It just felt so perfect in every way. Having gone back and played earlier entries in the Sonic series really gives me an appreciation for how well they perfected the formula here, it's just so smooth and refined. Going back through each stage playing as Sonic, Tails or Knuckles is so good, too, like you really get a feel for how much there is to explore with their different styles of movement. I just love it so much, it's so cozy and so jammed to the brim with pure fun.

Cave Story was something I encountered later in life, and was pleasantly surprised to find as a free download. I was not adequately prepared for what a ride this humble-looking little platformer would be. God, it was such a wonderful challenge, sometimes frustrating, but always so compelling as to keep me coming back. And what a beautiful story, too, and what a gorgeous setting. I full-on cried at many points. Pixel just put his whole heart and soul into this game, and it's so sickening and unfair that he got fucked over by that shitty licensing deal. If you haven't already, please show this man's work some love. It went hard enough that when Undertale was first announced, I assumed it was going to be a Cave Story fangame. 😝

waow that's media!!! I must tag four people; @sammytoesis, @fetus-cakes, @johannesson and @badgrlebie. But if you wanna do it too, DO IT!!!!

[aishangotome]

Minamoto No Yoritomo: Chapter 13

Chapter 12

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Yoshino: Excuse me, Yoritomo-sama.

(Whoa!)

As soon as the sliding door opened, my arm was pulled, and I was dragged into the room.

Yoritomo: Finally caught you. ...Geez, you've caused me so much trouble.

Yoritomo: Shall we hear your excuses, Yoshino?

Yoshino: Excuses for what...? Ah!

My shoulder was pushed, and my back was pressed against the wall.

My heart started racing, stealing away my thoughts.

(It's been days since I've seen Yoritomo-sama this close.)

Yoritomo: Don't play dumb. You've been avoiding me, haven't you?

Yoshino: B-but it was by chance!

Yoritomo: Oh really?

Yoritomo: You have guts to lie to me.

Yoritomo: If you want me to make you confess like last time, I can do that.

(Oh...)

The time I hid the brush I was going to give to Yoritomo-sama... the sensations of his lips and palms were recalled through words alone.

Yoshino: It's really nothing!

Yoritomo: Even though you were acting so strange?

Yoshino: Ah...

He lifted my chin with his finger, and our eyes met.

I thought he had a mischievous look on his face, but Yoritomo-sama's expression was serious.

Yoritomo: I haven't had time to check until today...

Yoritomo: You seemed very down. What really happened?

(Oh, right...)

(Yoritomo-sama noticed my state and was worried about me. Even though he's so busy.)

Warm feelings spread through my chest.

Yoshino: Thank you for your concern. But... I just didn't want to bother you.

(That's why I don't want to hold you back, especially since you're so busy.)

It wasn't a lie, but I phrased it in a way that hid the truth a little.

Yoritomo-sama let out a small sigh as he looked at me.

Yoritomo: ––I understand.

Yoritomo: But if you want to say something, say it.

Yoshino: ...Yes.

(Just those words are enough for me.)

A smile naturally appeared on my face along with deep emotions.

Yoshino: By the way... what did you call me for?

Yoshino: It wasn't just to check on me, was it?

Yoritomo: That's all.

Yoshino: Eh?

I opened my eyes wide at Yoritomo-sama's nonchalant statement.

Yoritomo: You're mine. What's wrong with calling you over whenever I want to check on you?

Yoshino: ...What's that supposed to mean?

(What's wrong with it... It bothers me.)

(I'm bothered by the fact that I'm getting flustered over something like this.)

Yoshino: Yoritomo-sama, you're a bit overbearing.

Yoritomo: You're telling me that now?

I secretly thought that maybe I would forget this love while we were apart.

But being in front of Yoritomo-sama like this, I realized that was a big mistake.

(I want to be with him more.)

Yoshino: Are you still working tonight?

I asked, looking at the large amount of papers spread out on the desk.

Yoritomo: Well, I'm almost done. Just the final confirmation of the rewards to be announced tomorrow.

Yoshino: Since I'm here, I'd like to help if I can...

Yoritomo: Oh really?

Yoritomo: You're offering to help after being summoned? I don't understand you.

(I know the offer to help is just an excuse to stay here a little longer...)

Yoshino: Will I be a bother?

Yoritomo-sama smirked at my quiet question.

Yoritomo: Idiot. Do you think someone like you could bother me?

(Hehehe, that's so like Yoritomo-sama.)

I couldn't help but smile at his twisted way of denying it.

Yoritomo: If you insist, I'll put you to work. Sort the documents piled up there by category.

Yoshino: Yes, sir!

I received instructions from Yoritomo-sama and silently sorted through the mountain of papers for a while.

Yoshino: Ah, this name...

Yoritomo-sama, who had been reading a long scroll, looked up at my exclamation.

Yoritomo: Hmm? Do you know him?

Yoshino: Yes. He's a regular customer who often buys medicine.

Yoritomo-sama nodded slightly as he looked at the paper I was holding.

Yoritomo: Ah, the medicine for his stomach, right?

(Huh?)

Yoshino: How do you know that?

The samurai whose name I found shouldn't have been high enough in rank to be close to Yoritomo-sama.

(I'm pretty sure he said before that he rarely had the chance to speak directly with Yoritomo-sama.)

Yoritomo: It's only natural to know about the people under my command.

Yoritomo: He often gets stomachaches before swordsmanship matches and battles. In short, he's weak under pressure.

Yoritomo: But he's also thoughtful and observant, so he can perform at his best when placed under someone brave.

Yoritomo: That's how he achieved great success in the previous battle and earned a reward.

Yoshino: You went into battle with all that in mind...?

I stared at Yoritomo-sama in surprise as he spoke so casually.

Yoshino: But there must be so many vassals under your command, right?

(I think it would be difficult to keep track of everyone...)

Yoritomo: Well, it's hard to interact deeply with those at the bottom,

Yoritomo: But I make sure to have their superiors report to me so I can grasp the information.

Yoritomo: If there's someone talented, I want to promote them quickly.

(So that's how it is...)

Yoshino: In the shogunate, everyone can demonstrate their abilities equally.

(Yoritomo-sama is aiming for a truly fair organization, not bound by bloodline or social status.)

My heart trembled, as if I had seen a vast landscape I had never seen before.

Yoritomo: It's not such a grand story.

Yoritomo: If you fight without knowing the cards you have, you'll just lose a lot of them.

(--Ah, I see.)

(For him, minimizing the sacrifices of those who follow him is a matter of course.)

Yoshino: ... I think I understand why so many people admire you, Yoritomo-sama.

Yoritomo: Huh?

I smiled at Yoritomo-sama from the bottom of my heart.

Yoshino: It's because you truly care about everyone, not just deceiving them with words...

Yoshino: That's why people follow you.

(I'm sure it takes tremendous effort, but Yoritomo-sama never shows any of that hardship.)

I was struck by his strength of will, and at the same time, a sense of sadness welled up inside me.

Yoshino: I also... sincerely respect you, Yoritomo-sama.

Yoritomo: .....

Yoritomo: Don't you dare try to seduce me.

(Ah....!)

Yoshino: I'm not seducing you! I just said what I was thinking...

Yoritomo-sama sighed, looking somewhat exasperated at my hasty denial.

Yoritomo: You blurt out such embarrassing things, that's why you're called an idiot.

--CHOICE--

Only to Lord Yoritomo...

To say such a thing...

I'm not ashamed.

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Yoshino: The one who calls someone an idiot is the real idiot.

Yoritomo: Yes, yes. You're cute like a child.

Yoritomo-sama's lips curved into a slight smile as he looked back at the scroll.

Just seeing that made the words I was about to retort disappear.

(He's sly.)

I returned to my own work, and the only sound in the room was the faint rustling of paper.

(I wish this time would never end.)

I savored the fleeting moment, wishing for such a trivial thing.

-

The next day --

(The ceremony is about to begin!)

Along with the busy maids and servants, I was also helping with the final preparations.

As I was looking at the inventory list in my hand, trying to carry out the necessary items from the temporary storage room...

Yoshino: Ouch!

I frowned as someone suddenly bumped into my shoulder.

Maid 1: Watch where you're going. That's why newcomers are...

(Not again...! I'll just leave this place quickly and get it over with.)

Yoshino: I'm sorry for my carelessness. Could you please move out of the way?

It's sad that I've become accustomed to this level of harassment in the past few days.

Maid 2: You still have that arrogant attitude.

Maid 3: It's fine, leave her alone.

Maid 3: It seems like she really likes carrying luggage, so let's leave everything in this room to her.

Maid 1: Yes, let's tell the others too.

Yoshino: W-wait...

(All of this by myself!?)

I watched in stunned silence as the maids left, giggling.

Yoshino: It can't be helped. If that's the case...

(It's not an impossible amount to carry, I'll do it no matter what!)

I rolled up my sleeves and renewed my determination.

-

(Phew... I'm exhausted!)

By the time I finished going back and forth between the storage room and the hall, all the other preparations were complete.

Yoritomo: Thank you for your hard work, everyone.

(Yoritomo-sama!)

Yoritomo-sama appeared with Morinaga, Kagetoki, and Shigehira, and everyone present hurriedly bowed.

Yoritomo: Ah, don't be so formal. I just wanted to check on things before the ceremony started.

Yoritomo: As I expected, you all worked hard.

Everyone's faces brightened as Yoritomo-sama smiled warmly.

(He's still as popular as ever...)

Kagetoki: Yoritomo-sama.

Kagetoki, who had been looking around the hall alone, suddenly raised his voice sharply.

Kagetoki: I can't find the scroll listing the rewards for the previous battle.

Yoritomo: It's missing?

(Huh?)

At his unexpected words, the people around us started to murmur.

(That's strange...)

Yoshino: Um, I'm sure I carried it here earlier...

(I double-checked with the inventory list one last time, so there's no mistake.)

Maid 1: But it's not actually here, is it? Did you lose it?

Maid 3: I've always thought you were careless with your work.

Yoshino: That's not...

I felt the blood drain from my face.

I suddenly noticed the three maids smirking slightly.

(Oh no, could it be these people...?)

Yoritomo: ......

Morinaga: Regardless of whose fault it is,

Morinaga: Yoritomo-sama, should we delay the start of the ceremony and search for it?

Yoritomo: ––No, we don't have time. Let's start as planned.

(Huh?)

Everyone looked at Yoritomo-sama in surprise.

Kagetoki: Are you sure?

Yoritomo: It's fine. I have the entire contents of that scroll memorized.

Shigehira: There were quite a few contributors. Are you saying you remember all their names and rewards?

Yoritomo: I thought about and carefully selected the rewards myself, so I naturally remembered them.

(Amazing...)

Not just me, but everyone present was overwhelmed and listened intently to Yoritomo-sama's calm words.

Yoritomo: It's about time the vassals start gathering. Now, everyone, return to your posts.

And a few hours later...

-

Tamamo and I, who had been ordered to attend the ceremony, were seated at the end of the hall.

Yoritomo: ––With this, I declare the ceremony closed.

Yoritomo: We have a small banquet planned afterward. Those who have time, please enjoy yourselves.

As Yoritomo-sama announced the end of the long ceremony, a buzz spread through the hall.

Tamamo: It ended without a hitch.

Yoshino: Yes, I'm glad...!

Tamamo and I, who had heard the details from me, exchanged a quiet look.

(To actually announce the rewards without the scroll...)

I gazed from afar at Yoritomo-sama, surrounded by his close associates and senior vassals, chatting and laughing.

Tamamo: Even if he had memorized it perfectly, a normal person would feel pressure during such an important ceremony.

Tamamo: Yoritomo didn't stumble over his words or show any sign of panic.

Yoshino: That's right! He even offered words of encouragement to each of the contributors...

I recalled the samurai who had been moved to tears by Yoritomo-sama's personal words.

(Those were warm words that could only be spoken because he knew each person.)

The conversations I overheard from the surrounding samurai were still filled with excitement.

Samurai 1: Next time, I will definitely achieve great success and be of service to Yoritomo-sama!

Samurai 2: I won't let you have all the glory. Everyone is aiming for that opportunity.

(As Yoritomo-sama intended, everyone's morale is high.)

Now that the military council regarding the battle with Yoshitsune-sama was over, a strong sense of unity permeated the entire shogunate.

Tamamo: I thought I had seen enough of the battles in the human world, but this shogunate is indeed refined as a military force.

Yoshino: Tamamo, do you think so too?

Tamamo: Yes. But at the same time, if something happens to Yoritomo, everything could collapse in an instant.

Tamamo: He's walking a tightrope with a cool face... He's an interesting man, Yoritomo.

Yoshino: That's... certainly possible.

(That's why Yoritomo-sama continues to work hard in a place where no one can see him.)

Yoshino: By the way, Tamamo, are you going to join the banquet later?

Tamamo: Of course. It would be a sin to miss out on such good food and sake.

Tamamo: You're not going to join?

Yoshino: No... I'm not really comfortable in places like this.

Tamamo: Why? You have more acquaintances now than when you first came to the palace.

Yoshino: That's true, but...

As Tamamo said, I know a lot of samurai through my work as a doctor.

(But... I don't want people to think that Yoritomo-sama is giving me special treatment.)

(I've already caused him trouble with the scroll incident.)

Yoshino: I'm a little tired. I think I'll take it easy.

Tamamo: Hmm... You don't look well. Should I walk you to your room?

Yoshino: No! I'm fine, thank you.

I part with Tamamo and quietly leave the hall.

-

(...! That's...)

Maid 1: Ah!

I made eye contact with the maids who seemed to be watching the hall.

Maid 2: ...Let's go!

Maid 3: Yes.

Yoshino: Wait!

I chase after the three of them as they scurry away.

-

Maid 1: ...What do you want? You're so persistent following us all the way here.

When we reached a deserted room, the maids glared at me defiantly.

(I'm not good at arguing, but I have to make sure of this.)

Yoshino: I want to ask you about the missing scroll. You know something, don't you?

Maid 3: Huh!? Are you suspecting us?

Yoshino: I'll apologize if I'm wrong. But it's true that you've been harassing me.

Maid 2: Harassing you? We were just trying to teach you a lesson.

Maid 2: Listen, all the maids who work in this palace are from respectable samurai families.

Maid 2: Don't think that someone like you, who we don't know where you came from, could receive Yoritomo-sama's favor.

Yoshino: ...I know that.

(That's why I decided not to reveal my feelings.)

The relentless malice directed at me hurts my heart, but...

An even greater anger was welling up inside me.

Yoshino: You can do whatever you want to me, but you don't know how hard Yoritomo-sama works for others.

Yoshino: I won't forgive you if you do anything to trouble him!

Maid 1: ...Hold her down!

(Ah!)

Yoshino: What are you doing? Let me go!

Two of them grabbed my arms and I tried to shake them off.

Maid 1: We'll teach you your place!

(I'm going to be hit...!)

Just as I was prepared for the hand raised to my cheek---

Yoritomo: I wonder who needs to learn their place.

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Chapter 14

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[lowkeyclueless5137]

uhhh Barbie Video Game Hero with BOTH Shroud brothers aka Idia and Ortho as our main protagonists :D

I just woke up to see annons are back in the inbox???? Did u wake up my cat??? /j

Welcome back! :D

Or if you are new-new, welcome to this mess of a blog! Hope you have fun :3

Anyhow, fun fact, I tried to find it on wiki to refresh my memory of the movie. Instead I found that the movie itself is getting played on a TV channel in like 2 days. :v

But we ain't waiting 2 days for that >:v

I knew that it was on Netflix, but no, it isn't anymore, which is a bummer. :'3

But! Enough history and all that bazzaz! Let's get on with our story :D

So, let's imagine a semi-normal world. Like there's still a bit of magic around, not very popular, but you get the idea.

In here, Idia is in college, freelancing in a robotics job he doesn't really have a lot of worries for future, since he will inherit his parent's positions, so that would explain why he was getting so worked up upon some more program bug.

A thing to note in here is that Idia isn't as good at programming. Instead, his brother, Ortho(who's alive in here), is the brains that can program. Idia is the robotics genius and Ortho is the programing genius. Hence why Idia found it a bit awkward to go and ask his high-school little brother for advice. :'3

Still, Ortho did fix the bug in itself. Then, he presents Idia with a 2-player video-game as a sort of reward. He cleared the bug, so now he demands as a prize that Idia will play with him a few rounds. Idia accepted, totally not because he wanted an excuse for a break :'3

Cue the game acting wierd af. The 2 brothers think it's some sort of error, but that proves to be futile when the game sucks both of them in.

So there are 3 very important things to address:

1. They both look very pretty

2. They are stuck in the game so that's a problem

3. There's a cotton candy world map, can you eat those?

They also meet cloudy(I believe this wasn't the name, but we'll stick with it :'3) who is the game's tutorial and the lil guy who gives tips. And cloudy does explain to the 2 that he needed them to come here and fix the virus problem. Seeing Idia as the older one, Cloudy grants him access to the program behind the game.

Idia, naturally, is taken aback by this responsibility, but he can't really voice his own opinion that the virus finds them and they have to exit this minigame.

They meet Cater and Kalim, the minigame's bot characters. They are friendly guys who tag along so they won't be destroyed by the virus.

Then there's your candy crush level, followed by meeting Adeuce in another race level. They do argue a lot. :'3

They reach the next minigame, basically knock-off Minecraft. :'3

In here they meet sweet lil Sebek, who just wants to build a house and vibe. Unfortunately, the viruses do reach in here too and Sebek is forced to join our unlikely group in escaping.

All throughout that, Idia does crack under pressure and is unable to properly I put commands. Cloudy does ask about it and Idia says that Ortho is much more suited for the job than him. But he can't actually pass the programming rights to him. They were stuck with Idia.

For the last minigame, this time there's an actual plan. Ortho is the one calling the shots and Idia is using the commands accordingly. Cater, Kalim, Adeuce and Sebek are also down to help in any way they can. :v

They do manage to defeat the virus via a just dance competition! Yay! :D

And that also ends with Idia and Ortho getting thrown back in the real world. Naturally, the 2 hug since they are finally out, before Idia does ask Ortho where he got the game itself (it was a console game).

Ortho, bashfully admits that he found it for cheap in a thrift store. It sounded cheesy and the description gave him the impression that it could've been a fun little pass time. He tried googling it for reviews, but nothing popped out.

Still, the 2 keep the magic game, sometimes getting sucked in to properly play when they need a break. :3

It's short, I know, but the movie it was also pretty shortish as well. It's around a hour and 12 mins. :v

But I did try to squeeze out everything I could :'3

[ulircursed]

skills:

sword 

lance

axe

bow - boon

gauntlet - bane

reason - bane

faith

authority

heavy armor

riding - boon

flying - budding talent → boon

breakdown (in order from best to worst):

bows and riding, of course, are his major boons - he’s trained in them since a very young age, and at this point he excels at both skills, putting the bulk of his training time towards them as well. his archery skills have gotten setbacks over the course of his time in fodlan, between his near-death injury upon arrival and some other shenanigans along the way, but he’s currently very close to regaining his full range of abilities (two more skill points…), and has actually improved in riding since his jugdral days, in part because he actually treats buttermilk like a partner in battle instead of a tool. he gives buttermilk the satisfaction of hearing his (ridiculous) name at all times, and buttermilk rewards that with the use of galeforce.

ah, flying, his odd little dm-inspired budding talent. he’s… ok in the practical department; his thread with elincia established that he’s still in the very textbook-learner stages of flying, and can’t really come up with new maneuvers of his own accord without being prompted, though he’s reasonably quick to learn and pretty good at executing what he has learned. his real boon comes in his baffling charisma towards flying mounts, with at least two pegasi and one (baby) wyvern getting high rolls for how much they like him, which translates to an easy trust when in the air. he doesn’t get it either, and in fact it prompts an uneasy guilt when he thinks of just how many of these things he’s shot out of the air in his lifetime, but at least he’s currently making up for it by doting (as far as andrei is even capable of doting) on cassandra.

decidedly neutral on the physical weapon triangle. he knows a little bit of fencing from being a noble, learned lances for the bow knight classification, and he got a weirdly large amount of dreamland arena experience with axes in rusalka, but won’t actually use any of that in any practical circumstance unless given good reason to. of the three, he’s definitely most comfortable with lances at the moment.

authority is also a skill he is very neutral in, though i’d call it more… ambivalent. i’ve mentioned this both ic and ooc before, but andrei is not someone who naturally seeks to take command in a group setting, much preferring to follow someone else’s instructions if given a choice, and his aversion to lead plays a part in his extremely messy feelings about the duchy. that said, he does have plenty of experience being both the leader of the beige ritter and then the duke, so he’s not horrible, but also not very good or anything. definitely not as good as ring was, nor as good as he believes brigid would have been, in his place.

i struggled on where exactly to place faith magic on this scale, but ultimately i felt it’d be around authority, something he’s kind of ambivalent towards. he had a psychological aversion to faith magic for a long time, because of what happened when edain left home, but now that their relationship is much improved, he’s starting to get over that aversion. i plan to have him pick up healing magic eventually, so he’ll start crossing that hurdle when he gets to it. in the end faith might end up somewhere behind flying on the scale, or maybe stick around here, depending on how dm treats him - so far (in arena) his faith rolls have been horrible, but maybe with edain’s help he’ll improve :’D

heavy armor is… eh. he wears archers’ light armor when he’s doing archer things (which is 99% of the time unless he’s in some kind of storybook/dream situation), but he doesn’t hate armor on principle or anything. he’d wear it if he had to, he just hasn’t had to thus far.

gauntlets are for brutes. maybe he’ll make an exception for ethlyn if she ever gets on his last nerve enough but for now, everyone’s safe from the wrath of andrei’s fists :relieved:

andrei’s in-game res stat is… not horrific for a jugdral character of his level, but toa andrei doesn’t seem to have gotten that memo. he’s made a bad habit out of taking nat20s from black/dark magic alike (off the top of my head, i know janaff and rhys from boel 2022, lidiya from fantom loews, and then sakura from boel 2023 have all landed crits on him with spells, but i’m p sure there are others), and at this point his attitude towards reason magic is somewhere between ‘extreme distaste’ and ‘healthy (?) fear’. don’t expect him to want anything to do with it in the near future / ever.

[ddodol]

   [ 💙 — fluff ] [ ♨️ — smut ]

   quick drabbles ⭑.ᐟ

connected — j.sc ꩜ .ᐟ 💙 — [ sungchan keeps losing his airpods. ]

bedache — l.cy ꩜ .ᐟ 💙 — [ nothing better than spending mundane birthdays with anton. ]

terms of endearment — s.es ꩜ .ᐟ 💙 — [ eunseok tries out different pet names. ]

starry-eyed — p.wb ꩜ .ᐟ 💙 — [ showing off some tricks using wonbin's old hair tie. ]

past life — l.sh ꩜ .ᐟ 💙 — [ drunken nights where you can't help but overthink. ]

   oneshots ⭑.ᐟ

you got me — l.sh ꩜ .ᐟ ♨️ — [ you just can't help but play along when the cute pizza delivery guy attempts to prank you. ]

throwing a bone — j.sc ꩜ .ᐟ ♨️ — [ sungchan was there for your every need, heavy emphasis on every. ]

just a little — s.es ꩜ .ᐟ ♨️ — [ eunseok likes your haircut a bit too much. ]

sick man — p.wb ꩜ .ᐟ ♨️ — [ wonbin gets you out of more work and thinks he should be getting rewarded. ]

popsicle — l.cy ꩜ .ᐟ ♨️ — [ the summer heat is starting to get to anton. ]

get even — j.sc ꩜ .ᐟ ♨️ — [ you feel responsible for sungchan's injury, it's only right if you help him out. ]

two on a good day — p.wb ꩜ .ᐟ ♨️ — [ wonbin should know better than to challenge you. ]

after hours — l.sh ꩜ .ᐟ ♨️ — [ sohee finally sleeps over at your house, though sleeping is the last thing he had in mind when he agreed. ]

new hobby — s.es ꩜ .ᐟ ♨️ — [ you only thought about picking up a new hobby, not a new man. ]

tastier — l.sh ꩜ .ᐟ ♨️ — [ they say food is tastier when you say how much you love them. ]

acting up — j.sc ꩜ .ᐟ ♨️ — [ date nights with sungchan are always fun when there's a bit of mischief. ]    song series ⭑.ᐟ

soft — s.es ꩜ .ᐟ 💙 — [ glossy lips look a bit too good on you, eunseok just can't get enough of them. ]

blushing! — p.wb ꩜ .ᐟ ♨️ — [ you get high with your friends at wonbin's house, not knowing you'd get this needy. ]

oh no — h.sh ꩜ .ᐟ ♨️ — [ oh no, you just love him too much. ]

candy — l.cy ꩜ .ᐟ ♨️ — [ a sweet girl like you deserved better and anton was down to prove that. ]

cotton candy lemonade — l.sh ꩜ .ᐟ 💙 — [ late night hangouts with sohee. ]

too deep — s.es ꩜ .ᐟ ♨️ — [ you and eunseok were in too deep. ]

last chance — l.sh ꩜ .ᐟ — [ all you wanted was to reminisce a little, you didn't expect to have sohee back in your life so suddenly. ]

saturn emoji — p.wb ꩜ .ᐟ ♨️ — [ you just love the way wonbin makes you feel. ]

guess — s.es, j.sc ꩜ .ᐟ — [ you just got your first tattoo. ]

pretty please — s.es, l.sh ꩜ .ᐟ — [ and they say trios never work out. ]

guess — j.sc, p.wb ꩜ .ᐟ — [ you just got your first tattoo. ]

   mini series ⭑.ᐟ

all the ways — o.sr ꩜ .ᐟ — [ the cute kindergarten teacher thinks you're anton's mom. ] [ kindergarten teacher!taro series ] [ all the ways 💙 ] [ the kids are weird 💙 ] [ can i give you what you need? ♨️ ]

good girl — j.sc ꩜ .ᐟ — [ you make it hard for sungchan to keep it in his pants ] [ dilf!sungchan series ] [ good girl ♨️ ] [ anniversary♨️ ]

working — riize ꩜ .ᐟ ♨️ — [ the corporate lifestyle can be unexpectedly fun sometimes. ] [ anthology ] [ #✧₊⁺ working ] [ lost ] [ ...baby one more time ] [ look at me a little more ] [ nonsense ] [ nasty ] [ you can be the boss ]

between friends — riize ꩜ .ᐟ ♨️ — [ tba. ] [ anthology ] [ #✧₊⁺ between friends ]

   series ⭑.ᐟ

good luck, babe! — riize ꩜ .ᐟ ♨️ — [ it's rent day! luck was, in fact, not on your side at all— but hey! you have seven handsome guys by your side and that's a win in your book. ] [ choose your own route! ] [ #✧₊⁺ good luck babe! ] [ 787 ] [ 888 ] [ 877 ] [ 1111 ] [ 770 ] [ 780 ] [ 1122 ]

user doddol's kinktober2024 — riize ꩜ .ᐟ ♨️

[wttcsms]

♡ | customer satisfaction

PAIRING tooru oikawa x f!reader WORD COUNT 4.5k CONTENT CONTAINS implied age gap, golf course au, golfer!oikawa, dubcon, light yandere au, breeding kink, beverage cart girl!reader, possessive behavior, slight misogyny, power imbalance, vaginal fingering

What you tolerate, you encourage.

You’ve never given that stupid warning poster slogan a second thought during your high school career, but now it’s the only thing going through your mind. It’s funny how people act this way; conveniently forgetting all the warnings shoved down their throats ‘til they find themselves in a predicament where — get this — if they had just heeded the warnings, they wouldn’t even be in trouble in the first place!

Perhaps if you had acted just a little bit differently, you wouldn’t find yourself face down, ass up for a man whose hands leave bruises on your (previously) unmarked skin and a sharp tongue whose words slices your self-esteem to shreds.

But maybe those harsh words of his hold some truth. Maybe you are just a dumb little girl who’s been begging for someone like him to come around and finally make you useful. Maybe you do deserve it…

After all, if you didn’t want it, why did you let it get this far, right?

You first meet Tooru Oikawa on your second week of being a beverage cart girl for a country club so exclusive, you’re so pitifully poor you can’t even dream about ever becoming a member. You — along with literally any other person with eyes and taste — appreciate the view that he provides. Six feet of lean, hard earned muscle, skin so smooth he could star in skincare ads, and a smile that you swear sparkles in the sun.

It’s a shame, really, that this Adonis image of his is ruined the second he opens his mouth.

“Hey, sweetheart, go get me a drink.”

He’s everything you hate about your job’s typical customers: condescending, rude, constantly belittling you, egotistical, vain… But he’s also everything you love about the customers, too: rich.

So, you deal with it. You deal with it because if there’s one thing you learned from your short experience as a beverage cart girl, it’s that it’s better to just shut up, look pretty, and collect your tips as a sort of reward for putting up with their perversions.

As far as sleazy customers go, Tooru Oikawa wins that award, without a doubt. For someone who’s (unfairly!!!) pretty, he’s absolutely disgusting at his core. You honestly can’t even count a single normal interaction between the two of you. It’s like his default mode is being some sort of depraved freak.

And to make matters worse, there’s almost always an audience to bear witness to your humiliation.

He’s never bothered to call you by your name, even though your name tag is in his eyesight (and you know for a fact that he sees it because he’s always eyeing the area it’s pinned near). If you ask Oikawa what your name is, he’d probably say some snarky shit like “honey”, “baby”, or his ever so popular “sweetheart”. He might use a sickly sweet voice when he says it, but you can’t help but pick up the sheer sourness everything he says is tainted with, like you’re the root cause of all his problems, and you deserve to be treated worse than how he’s treating you right now.

The nicknames you can handle. That’s nothing new. His staring problem? Whatever, you can deal with being under his scrutinizing gaze for a couple of minutes if it means you leave a couple thousand yen richer.

But what makes Oikawa different from the other golfers that frequent this course isn’t his mistreatment or his money. It’s the fact that Oikawa is completely willing to break boundaries that anyone, no matter how sick and perverted they are, wouldn’t dare to.

He’s nothing if not tactful, though. He starts off with small things, like “accidentally” touching your hands when you hand him a shot or brushing up against you when your back is turned, pressing his body against yours under the guise that he’s “just curious as to what drinks you’re searching for in the ice chest”. He works fast, though; the progression from “maybe accidental” touches to “he’s definitely doing this shit on purpose” happens in a blink of an eye.

The first time he slaps your ass, you fucking swear that it can be dubbed “the smack heard ‘round the world”.

If not the world, then at least the golf course if the burning stares of all his friends are any indication at just how obvious he’s being. But for people like Oikawa, subtly embarrassing people doesn’t provide the same high as publicly humiliating them.

You’re not sure how to react. The other men are still gaping at you, but Oikawa seems plenty pleased at himself for what he just did. His smug grin is the only difference in his demeanor, though. Other than that, he acts like it’s business as usual; calling you sweetheart and tipping you generously. The only difference is the stinging pain and the tiny wince in your fake smile as he hands you a stack of bills.

His grin grows at your pained smile.

After that, it’s a downward spiral. Slapping your ass every time you walk by is nothing new. In fact, it becomes such a common occurrence that not even his golfing buddies bother to even bat an eye when it happens. They just continue on with their drinking and their game, like this is normal, like this is alright. It’s gotten to the point where even you start wondering if you’re the weird one for hating his behavior.

He likes touching you, though. Trying to get his hands to brush against yours every time he hands you money or you hand him a drink. Finds any and all excuses under the sun to have his body pressed up against yours until the only thing you can smell is the scent of his cologne — a brand you can’t even pronounce — and his spearmint scented breath that’s tainted with the second shot he just downed like water. But him pushing your physical boundaries just isn’t enough for him. He wants something more, and every time he requests for it, you oblige.

(It’s what good customer service is… At least, that’s what you tell yourself to cope with it.)

So when he tells you to give him a little kiss on the cheek “for good luck”, you do it. His skin is as smooth as it looks, you note. His cologne is subtle, but you’re so close to each other that it’s all you can smell. His friends whistle the first time it happens; you hear one of them make a comment asking if they can be next.

Oikawa, to say the least, isn’t amused with that reaction at all.

(You never saw the man who made that comment golf with them ever again…)

Cheek kisses turn into chaste kisses on the lips, and those turn into deep kisses, the types where there’s nothing but tongue involved and his hands are groping any area of your body they can reach. There’s a red alarm blaring in your head that you’re going above and beyond in the customer service department, but according to the country club’s motto, the customer is always right. And if Oikawa requesting that you give him a kiss here and there for “good luck” is good customer service, then you deserve a promotion.

You have to admit, though, that you feel dirty afterwards. The delayed shame and humiliation doesn’t hit you until after you’re done making your rounds, and all you can do is sit in the golf cart after your shifts and question everything. What he’s doing isn’t okay, it isn’t excusable, and—

—and it pays well. Your employers are happy with your good work. Your bank account has been financially sound for the longest time it’s ever been. You’re eighteen, this job is just a temporary gig, and you’re fine.

So, you don’t report him. In a way, you kind of look forward to seeing him on the course. It could be worse. He could be absolutely hideous and be a shitty tipper. (Thank god he’s neither, right?)

It’s gotten to the point where you’re ready for him. Your tennis skirts have gotten an inch shorter, just to expose some more skin for him. You have his drinks memorized. You don’t even want to grimace when he slaps your ass now. You know just how to get him to tip you better, too. You emphasize your sir’s and you’ve even been practicing on perfecting that smile of yours.

This new customer-employee relationship is like the new normal for you. You’ve grown used to this, you’ve adapted to this, you’ve even made sure to benefit from this.

But you hesitate when he asks you to take a shot with him.

This isn’t the first time a customer has tried to get you to drink with them, but despite the whole entire “the customer is always right” motto, the country club has a strict “no drinking on the job” rule that’s enforced heavily. You can’t risk losing your job just to appease him.

“Sorry, sir, I’m not allowed to,” You flash him a smile, offering up another shot. “But, I can offer you one on the house to make up for it.”

“Aw, c’mon, sweetheart. You can’t take just one shot with me?” You knew he wasn’t going to take this easily. Hardly any of the other men do.

“I really wish I could, but I can’t. Company policy.” You speak through clenched teeth now. That old defiant spark in you is making a reappearance.

“It’s just one drink, baby. I think you and I both know we can keep a secret to ourselves.” He looks almost angelic when he smiles, but you know that people like Oikawa get sent straight to hell.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Oikawa. I just can’t. I could lose my job.”

“It’s my birthday, you know.” He says, and you’re confused as to why he’s bringing this up.

“Well, h-happy birthday, sir.” His group is starting to make their way to the next hole. He should be following them, but he isn’t. He’s still transfixed on you.

“Hmm. Well, it was. ‘Til my favorite beverage girl decided that her job was more important than me.” He takes a step closer to you. You take a step back.

You’ve never noticed this before, but Oikawa’s a lot taller than you realize. He easily towers over you, and the polo he’s wearing does nothing but emphasize his muscles. He might look like any other pretty boy on the course, but this isn’t just a boy you’re dealing with — Tooru Oikawa is a man.

“C’mon, don’t you want to make it up to me?” His hand squeezes your waist and his grip is so tight, it hurts.

“Fine, I’ll take the shot.” You try to turn so you can reach into the ice chest, but he closes the distance between the two of faster than you can.

“Mmm, not good enough, sweetheart. I want a different gift from my favorite girl, now. After all, weren’t you the one worried about losing your precious little job?”

Kissing Oikawa isn’t a foreign art to you. He’s heavy on the tongue, prodding your mouth open with it and exploring every inch of your mouth with it. It’s sloppy and honestly a little nasty, far too personal, but it’s just his style. Your back is pressed against the cart now; it’s digging into your body and it hurts, but all of your energy is being used to keep Oikawa satiated, so you can’t move away.

When he finally decides to come back up for air, you cringe as you see the thin string of saliva that still connects him to you. Even with flushed cheeks and shiny lips, Oikawa is still a sight for sore eyes. You can almost trick yourself into believing that he’s as innocent as he looks, but there’s nothing remotely innocent about him.

“You know, I never really liked golfing here until you started working.” He muses, looking at your distressed state. Your hair is a mess, and your now wrinkled skirt is riding up. You’re supposed to be looking put together, but right now, he thinks you look a bit like a cheap whore. His cheap whore. It’s a nice look, really suits you well.

He will admit, he gets a sick power trip getting you all messed up like this. Maybe he’s disgusting and depraved to a dangerous degree, but in a way, you’re the one to blame. After all, if you didn’t like his attention so much, why’d you keep coming back for more?

Because, Oikawa concludes, you’re secretly just as dirty as him. Maybe not to the same degree, but there’s a hunger inside of you that desperately craves depravity.

And who is he to deny you of this pleasure?

He stares at you like he can see beneath your flushed skin. You squirm under the scrutiny, trying to look at anything but him, but he’s towering over you and everywhere you look, there’s only him.

There’s butterflies in your stomach, but not the cute kind. You feel sick to your stomach, and you want to run, but your legs feel like gelatin and even if you could run, you can’t. He watches you come to this realization with some sort of sick glee, like this is a game and not a violation of your rights, not a direct abuse of his power over you.

“All the other girls—” A hand finds its way to the waistband of your white skirt. “—they were pretty much your average sluts. Desperate for attention, but real obvious about it. But you—” He’s hooking two fingers in the waistband and dragging down down down ‘til your pretty little skirt is at your ankles.. “—you’re different. Subtle. You don’t want to admit that you want it, but it’s true, isn’t it?”

You shake your head no, afraid that the moment you open your mouth, you’re going to fucking vomit. God, you hate it here, you hate yourself, you hate him.

You don’t even notice you’re crying until he takes his thumb and wipes away the first stream of tears on your cheek.

“What’s the matter, baby?” He coos. “Isn’t this what you’ve been wanting the past few months?” No, no, it’s really not. And he’s fucking delusional if he thinks you putting up with his shit to get some tips is the equivalent of you wanting to have sex with him. Maybe he’s been dreaming about this, but you’re not. This is a nightmare in the making.

“I think I know what you need.” He muses, wetting his index finger with your tears. “I guess all my time on the course, I’ve been neglecting the only important hole, huh?” He laughs at this pun like he’s just so fucking clever, but you can’t even roll your eyes because you’re still crying a little bit, and his now wet index finger is nudging past the fabric of your panties, soaking the material. He slides his finger past your folds with ease, entering you with close to no resistance, something he comments on. At least, you think he does. You can’t think straight; your mind is refusing to focus on something, anything.

He has an arm wrapped around your waist and he’s pushing you against the cart, making you fall back onto the leather seats of the cart. You can’t look down, you don’t want to look down, but it doesn’t matter because you can feel it. You can feel the slick gathering up, helping his finger glide in and out of your cunt. You can feel him adding his middle finger, can feel the way his thrusts are starting to gain momentum and speed.

His fingers are longer than yours, reaching deeper than you ever can. You’re not sure when you stop crying, but the tears have long since dried up on your flushed cheeks, and your breathing is starting to return back to normal. Or, as close to normal as you can get when a guy is fingerfucking you knuckles deep.

And you don’t want to cum — god, you really don’t, not because of him, at least — but Oikawa’s actually really good at what he’s doing right now. And you hate your body’s natural reaction: the overflow of arousal that’s slicking up his fingers and allowing him to smoothly pump his fingers in and out of you; the way you can’t help but want to grind against his hand as he continues to fuck you; the way you want to moan like a pornstar whenever he finally hits that spongy patch in you, the one where all he has to do is stroke his fingers right against that spot and holy shit — you’re fucking cumming.

You’re cumming all over his hand now, gushing white all over his pale fingers, and he won’t stop pumping his fingers, and you don’t want him to stop, you really don’t, and maybe he’s right. Maybe this is what you want, what you need. Because if this is so bad then why does it feel so good?

He finally removes his hand, separating his fingers right in front of your face. His fingers are coated with your cum, and you feel the blood rush up to your cheeks as his fingers inch closer and closer to his mouth. He just got done fucking you with his fingers, you literally came all over him, but watching him lick up the mess you made is when you decide to feel embarrassed? God, what’s the matter with you?

He’s obnoxious with his little taste test, too. He’s dramatically slurping it up with vigor, and you want to actually die right here, but you can’t. Instead, you’re underneath Oikawa, watching him suck your juices off his fingers, and he’s telling you that you taste sweet. “Maybe you should be on the menu instead.” He chuckles, but the joke falls on deaf ears.

Tooru Oikawa is a jerk. He’s a rich, self entitled, arrogant jerk, but he also gave you the best orgasm you’ve ever had in months and that’s just with him using his fingers. He made you cum all over his hands like a teenage virgin, and you liked it.

And worse yet, you want more.

Luckily (or is it unluckily?) enough for you, Oikawa feels the exact same way. You can see the bulge in the khaki shorts he’s wearing, and if the imprint of his dick in the stiff material is any indication, your pussy is quite possibly never going to be the same ever again.

He flips you over with ease. You’re lying on your stomach, and you have to ask yourself this: can you fight back? You don’t even think you can walk, you’re still recovering from your first orgasm. Taking on Oikawa even in your peak physical state is a joke, so you trying to fight him off right now, with sticky thighs and a hazy mind? Yeah, that thought is a fucking stand up routine right there.

What you need to ask yourself is this: do you want to fight back?

Because here are the facts: somewhere, somehow, someway, Oikawa has molded you into a near perfect, submissive slut for him. Like, looking back from two weeks ago, kissing him as a good luck charm? Really? You’re no genius, but it’s obvious that something should have been reported a long time ago.

Maybe he’s right. Maybe you do want it.

Might as well own up to it, then, right?

Tooru smiles at the view greeting him. Your upper half of your body is pressed down on the seats and — tsk, naughty girl — you’ve even pulled down your panties for him. Your cunt is still so wet, it’s practically glistening. Look at you, perky ass raised up, pussy just begging to be filled. Yeah, he’s been waiting for this moment ever since he first met you, and now it’s all coming to a filthy fruition.

“Beg for it.” His voice leaves no room for any objection. And honestly, begging for his dick might be demeaning, but it’s not like you’ve got much dignity left to save anyway.

So, what do you do? You beg, swaying your hips and shaking your ass in his face, whining like a bitch in heat.

“Please, sir—” You moan out, in what you think is your raunchiest voice. “Please, please fuck me. I-I need it, sir.”

“Need what, sweetheart? I can’t help you if I don’t know what you need.”

Yeah, he’s a fucking jerk. A fucking jerk who’s definitely packing, and right now — right fucking now — all you can think about is his cock splitting you apart. There’s really no shame in your game now, no reason to try to save face.

“Please, sir! I need your cock inside of me.” You whine out, and maybe you’re no master orator, but Tooru still gives in nonetheless.

First things first: Tooru Oikawa is big. And you’re not saying this to make yourself feel better about begging for him to dick you down, you’re saying this because it’s true. Because on that first inch of penetration, he has to grip your waist and stop you from squirming because it almost burns when you stretch to accommodate him. And maybe just having a fat cock isn’t anything all too impressive, but he matches it with his length, too. Your eyes are starting to well up with tears again when you feel the head of his cock brush up against your cervix, but the worst part — the scary part — he’s only three-quarters in.

He’s not even fully sheathed inside of you, and he’s already bottoming out.

“Fuck, for such a slutty little girl, you’re fucking tight.” He groans out, his grip on your hips tightening as he gets used to the feel of your gummy walls greedily sucking up his cock. “Have you been waiting for me to fuck you like the little whore you are?”

You want to say yes, but you can’t because your mind is going blank. All you can think about is how full you feel, how you never want to be without his cock, and maybe you are pathetic. Going dumb over a dick that hasn’t even thrusted into you once, but god, if this is you being pathetic, maybe you can learn to live with the shame if you can always feel this good.

He struggles to even pull out the slightest bit; your walls are clamping down that tightly against his cock. He lets out a shaky groan, relishing in your tightness, almost like your poor pussy’s reluctant to let him go. But Oikawa’s nothing if not persistent, and he’s pulling out, slowly slowly slowly—

—you scream. Like, full on banshee wailing the moment he’s thrusting back in. This change in speed comes out of seemingly nowhere, and it hurts, but the more times he does it, the more the pain slowly melts into something akin to pleasure. He’s still brushing against your cervix, and his thrusts are rough, erratic. Almost like when you’ve been starving yourself the whole entire day, and you’re just now sitting down to your first meal, and you’re ravenous.

Yeah, that’s Tooru right now. Ravenous. Insatiable. He’s moving so fast that even if you wanted to, you would never be able to match his near superhuman speed. He’s doing all the work, but he doesn’t seem to mind in the slightest. The imprint of his fingers are surely embedded deep in the flesh of your hips, but you don’t worry about that. All you worry about is this little entanglement ending.

You try to put off your second orgasm as long as you humanly can, but it’s just so hard to. His thrusts are too fast for him to really focus on giving you long, deep strokes, but he still manages to hit that spot inside of you that has you seeing stars.

“You gonna cum, sweetheart?” He grunts, moving you back and forth in tandem with his movements so that you feel the full force of the pleasure he’s giving you. “I can feel you tightening up. You’re so greedy, baby, didn’t I already make you cum?” He coos, taking a hand and threading it through your hair so that he can pull you up and make you stare at him.

Your mouth is agape, some drool leaking out, and you look so pretty like this. Braindead because of his dick. How cute.

“It’s alright, though, sweetheart. You can cum if you want to. Is that what you want?” You nod, and he smiles.

“Go ahead, baby. Cum all over my cock, I know you want to.”

And you do. And god, does it feel good. Not just for you, but for him. The way you pulsate around his cock, practically coaxing him to finish too. Yeah, yeah that’s what you really want, huh? For him to cum right inside your pretty pussy? Make you his forever?

He can do that for you. That’s probably your endgame; get him to knock you up so you’re set for life. Maybe you’re not as dumb as he calls you. You’re lucky that you’re so special, though. He doesn’t nut in just any girl, after all. It takes someone special.

When he finally cums, his body finally gives out. He’s tired; fucking you is a whole entire workout, but one that he would very much like to indulge in every day. The pair of you are sweaty, flushed, fucked out messes, but neither of you have enough energy to care. He wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you close to him, and when he slumps down in the seat of the golf cart, you’re sitting on his lap. The both of you are breathing heavily.

You feel… disgusting. Sloppy. Dirty. A mixture of your cum and his is leaking out, your thighs are sticky, your body feels sore. But he pulls you closer, and he still smells good, and this feels oddly comforting? Maybe even normal.

But even in your hazy vision, you see tiny blurs that look like a group of men. A group of golfers. Oh, shit.

You have to hurry, have to try to at least look like you didn’t just get your back blown out by one of the customers, but Tooru is still holding onto you.

“Shh, don’t worry about it, sweetheart.”

“Tooru, I could get fired!” You’re panicking, and honestly, it’s kind of killing his good mood.

“And?” The idea of getting caught dicking you down by a group of golfers is oddly endearing to him.

“And, I really need this job! Unlike you, some of us aren’t filthy rich.”

“Mmm, what do you need to worry about work for when you’re with me?” He mutters, placing sloppy kisses against your neck. “So what if you get fired? I can take care of the both of us.”

The voices sound like they’re getting closer, but Tooru makes no move to change your position.

You close your eyes and let yourself melt back into his embrace.

Yeah, he’ll take care of you.

[angeloddity]

Anything that Touches

steve harrington x fem!reader

A heatwave in Hawkins leaves everyone scrambling to stay cool, desperate for any relief from the high temperatures and humidity. You take the opportunity to get some ice cream at the mall. The fact that your crush works at Scoops Ahoy is just an added benefit. 

genre: fluff

warnings: none

word count: 4,200

a/n: It’s been so hot everywhere and I think we would all enjoy the heat more if we were getting through it with Steve Harrington.

Melt verb.

To make or become liquified by heat.

To make or become more tender or loving.

You were unaware of the heat outside when you woke up in the morning. Your bedroom was shaded by the tall trees in the yard, only the barest hints of dappled light allowed to pass through the window. A box fan placed on a chair circulated air across your shoulders like a gentle breeze, its steady hum constantly called you back to the brink of sleep—pure bliss. It took a while for you to finally move.

When you eventually did convince yourself to get out of bed, you glanced briefly out your window to the world beyond, trying to discern how the day might go. Everything was still, only the barest hint of movement flitted through the leaves. The sun was shining, seeming almost brighter than usual, and sparse, fluffy white clouds drifted at a lazy pace through a sea of the brightest blue. From the comfort of your home, it looked like a beautiful day—the kind of day that cradles you in its soft heat, holds you close, lets you know that everything will be okay. The perfect day for a summer treat, something cool and sweet. 

Maybe if you had bothered to check the weather, to even glance at the local news just once before you decided to leave your home, you would have chosen to remain in the safe confines of your cool house. Maybe the nonexistent rumble of lawnmowers in your neighbors' yards should have been warning enough. The view outside your window of cotton candy clouds and mellow sunlight is not enough to know if a day in the Midwest will truly be beautiful, after all these years you should know better. 

The blast of heat that struck you as soon as you opened the door was enough to make you question if you had somehow been transported to some new world. It wouldn’t be the first time, after all. 

Somehow during the night Hell had bubbled up between the cracks in the pavement, seeping into the air of Hawkins, thick enough to choke. It warped the asphalt in the street, mirages of puddles at the edge of your sightline, spreading upwards in waves around you, distorting your vision of the cars parked along the curb. The humidity hung in the air like a second layer of clothes, thick enough to buoy you like one of El’s sensory deprivation tanks.  

It wouldn’t surprise you if the soles of your shoes half melted somewhere between the walk to your car or the walk across the asphalt of the crowded mall parking lot. It should have been easy to guess that the mall would be more busy than usual. 

Now, standing in the concourse of the mall, surrounded by crowds traveling in from all over Roane County, you’re starting to wonder if the better choice might have been to just buy ice cream from the grocery store. You doubt the store would have been very busy, nothing like the mall. It would have been closer to home, a short trip with the same reward. Well, not quite the same reward.

Steve Harrington doesn’t work at the grocery store. 

You’ve known of Steve for as long as you can remember. You’ve known the sound of his laugh, the pull of his smile, the stupid jokes he would make instead of paying attention to what the teacher was saying. Steve has always been there, on the periphery of your existence, but you doubt he ever even knew your name, not before Will vanished.

Too shy, too weird, not pretty enough. Why would the King of Hawkins High ever notice someone like that? Someone who prefers listening to the song of cicadas and crickets from an open window than Madonna blasting at a house party. No, King Steve never would have noticed you when he was at Hawkins High.

But now? Smile softening his features; stance relaxed; and stupid, silly, adorable sailor uniform adorning his body—now Steve knows you. 

He calls out to you as soon as you enter Scoops Ahoy, eyes igniting with something warm enough to churn your stomach, to start the buzzing in your head and the tremors in your hands, fingers aching for him to grasp them with his own, to hold them like an anchor. 

“Hi Steve,” you reply, waiting until you’re close enough to the counter to speak normally instead of shouting like he had. “Seems like a busy day at the mall.” 

“Oh, definitely. Everyone is trying to escape the heat. I’m just glad I’m not working at the pool this summer.” Steve passes a scoop of ice cream to a child, drops of bright blue already melting from the scoop and down the cone onto the kid’s hand. Steve turns to you, giving you his full attention. “What can I get you today?”  

It takes a moment for you to decide from the many flavors available. Long enough for someone to step in line behind you, the person seeming to grow agitated immediately upon realizing that you don’t know what you want. But Steve doesn’t rush you, just chatters idly, scooping your chosen flavor when you finally do make a decision. You get it on a cone, ice cream already starting to melt. Steve’s fingers brush yours during the handoff, a small thing, enough to send a dusting of rosy pink across his cheeks. You’re too preoccupied with the ice cream, anything to keep you from staring, to notice. You lick the runaway drips before they can reach your hand. 

Steve trains his eyes on you, a steady brown gaze holding you in place—intense. The very heat you had been trying to escape floods your own cheeks, warms your chest, your ears, everything. 

“Thanks Steve!” You smile at him, the sweetest thing he’s ever seen, and for just a moment he’s left stuttering. 

“No problem.” He moves to run a hand through his hair, a habit of his that only gets worse when he’s nervous, only to be blocked by the hat atop his head. He bumps it, causing it to shift, the AHOY now reading at an odd angle. 

You only Look back once as you leave Scoops Ahoy, just to see Steve one last time. You expect him to be focusing fully on work again, the line having built up a little behind you as the two of you chatted. He’s getting the order ready for the next person, but he’s looking at you too. 

You wave, a small thing—barely a lift of your arm, a stretch of fingers. It’s an awkward motion. You’re surprised that Steve even sees it. You’re half embarrassed to be caught longing when you’d only just parted ways. But he smiles brightly back at you, nearly dropping his ice cream scooper as he does. He tries to play it off with a heavy exhale—a full body breath—and another smile. Your heart shouldn’t be fluttering as much as it is. 

—♡— 

“You are a dingus with a capital D.”

Steve startles, turning quickly and brandishing the ice cream scooper like it might actually do some damage if he were suddenly attacked. Robin's head pokes out from the “Captains Quarters,” the clouded pane of glass slid to the side just enough for her to watch Steve in the midst of yet another trainwreck. This time the disaster left a line of disgruntled customers in its wake—customers that Robin just might have helped with if she were a more sympathetic person, but she’s technically on break and not inclined to clean up yet another of Steve’s romantic messes. 

Unlike most of Steve’s attempts to ask a girl out, where he strikes out big time no matter how much charm he claims to possess, this disaster was caused by his continued inaction. 

“What was I supposed to do, Robin? Just put her on the spot? And somewhere so public? She would hate that,” Steve justifies. He brings a hand to his face, rubbing as if he could wipe away his frustrations. 

Most of the time when Steve asks someone out he doesn’t expect anything to come of it. Maybe a few dates, a distraction, at the very least proof that he hasn’t become a total loser. But he knows you, knows your little quirks, the things that make you laugh, make you nervous, make you you. 

The two of you have been friends since Nancy Wheeler opened Steve’s eyes to the reality of the world (or worlds) around him. And he’s been harboring a crush on you since you both went to the Wheeler’s New Year’s Eve party. At midnight you had kissed Steve on the cheek, just a short peck, and he’s been a goner ever since. 

It’s a giddy, ridiculously tender crush that sets his face aflame each time he even thinks of you, one that leaves him daydreaming about a future with you that he’s not sure he’s allowed to have. He’s been desperate to either get over his feelings or work up the nerve to ask you out, but has ultimately been failing miserably at both. 

“You two hang out, don’t you? Just bring it up the next time you’re together. Or don’t, but I’ll definitely judge you if you don’t.” 

“Robin—“ Steve begins to protest, but another customer comes up to the counter, forcing the conversation to be put on pause. He deals with the customer as quickly and as cordially as he can, more interested in the woes of his failed dating life than the man ordering an ice cream sundae. The customer takes forever to decide on his toppings, and Steve rushes to get the dessert together. One handoff of cash and a cup later and the transaction is complete. As soon as the customer is gone, Steve turns back to his coworker. “Robin, it will happen when it happens. These things take precision, you can’t rush them.” 

“You’ve liked her for what, half a year now? Or at least longer than we’ve been working together. It’s clear as day that the feelings are mutual. My advice: make a move before she moves on.”  

Steve huffs out a sigh, exasperated. He goes to run his fingers through his hair, once again being stopped by the stupid hat. This time he tosses the offending article of clothing on the counter, too frustrated to care about company policy. 

“You could at least come out here and help,” Steve argues, lips downturned, crease forming between his eyebrows as his irritation grows. 

Robin simply shuts the window. She is, after all, still on break. 

—♡—

Two days later the heat still hasn’t broken. The sun roasts everything it touches and brownouts occur sporadically across town. Everything outside is melting. Lawns are turning brown despite routine watering, people are grumpy, and the humidity seems to be increasing. Two days later, Steve is, for the first time ever, grateful to be working at Scoops Ahoy, if only for the constant blast of air conditioning filtering through the ice cream shop. 

Apart from the continued heat wave, the day is uneventful. Steve serves ice cream, goofs off with Robin, and lets the group of children that he seems to have taken under his wing (despite their lack of appreciation for him) sneak into the movie theater through the back door. Just a regular, boring, but air conditioned day.

The mall is busy again, though not as crowded as it had been the last time you came. People seem to have given up on leaving their homes for any reason other than to go to work. They avoid spending any time outside even if going outside means reaching a cooler destination. You, however, decide the reward of ice cream is worth the journey to the mall. 

The possibility of seeing Steve again definitely helps sweeten the deal.

He doesn’t expect you to come back so soon. He’s on break when you arrive, tucked away in the back room doing his best to drown out the sound of customers placing their orders. The sliding glass windows only do so much to provide a sense of privacy, the textured glass warped just enough that Steve can’t see who’s in the store. 

It’s a short break, just long enough for him to decompress, to not think about ice cream flavors and annoyed customers for only a moment. It’s an opportunity for him to breathe. 

There’s a knock at the window, Robin’s form blurred by the glass but close enough to distinguish who distrubed the brief peace. The blue of her uniform is the detail that stands out strongest through the window, even as she backs away from the pane once more, returning to the counter. 

Steve contemplates the decision to just not acknowledge the knock. It would be a small form of payback for Robin’s choice not to help him a few days before, but it doesn’t take long for curiosity to get the better of him. Steve gets up, slides the window open with more force than he really should use on the rickety track. 

“What now Robin?” he nearly snaps. 

It only takes a second for his gaze to lock on you, with your shining eyes and kind smile. You’re wearing a shirt with sunflowers on it. The pattern is fitting for the season. 

Pretty. 

Steve quickly shuts the window again, hustling to leave the break room and talk to you, shoving Robin out of the way in the process. She hasn’t taken your order yet and Steve’s not about to let her. 

“Hey Sweetheart, what can I get for you?” The pet name slips out before he can stop it. You don’t seem to mind.   

You greet him with a smile and a quiet “hello,” sending his heart racing and cheeks warming beyond the point that air conditioning can mask. By the time Steve finally feels in control of himself again, he’s already scooped your ice cream and is passing it off to you. Secretly he hopes your fingers will brush again. It’s such a small thing to want so desperately. He’d feel foolish if anyone knew, but it doesn’t happen this time.

“It’s on the house,” Steve says. He keeps his voice low, not wanting anyone else around to hear. “Since you’re my favorite customer.”  

It’s just a small gesture, technically he isn’t supposed to do it, but the risk is worth seeing the look on your face. 

“Steve, you’re the best!” You lean across the counter, free hand placed firmly to keep you from toppling over, and press a kiss to Steve’s cheek, just like you had at that New Year’s Eve party. It’s brief, soft yet firm, enough to short circuit his brain. 

“It’s no problem,” he somehow manages to say. 

He wants to tell you that you’re his favorite, you're his best girl, that he’ll give you whatever you desire, but the words catch in his throat, sharp like a pill swallowed dry, unmoving. He wants to ask you to be more than friends, even more now that he thinks maybe you feel the same. Why else would you have kissed him? He hopes you feel the same. Instead he’s choking, nothing coming out, not even to breathe. It takes a moment for the thoughts to form into something tangible, something that just might make sense.

You’re gone before he can finally get the words off his tongue, lost in the crowd, out of sight. 

He let you go again. 

—♡—

For the first time in a long time, luck is on Steve’s side. Or maybe it’s not luck, maybe the universe just grew tired of him dragging his feet. 

It’s as he’s driving home from work, only a few hours later, that he sees you again. You’re lying in the grass under a tree, the shade engulfing where you lay while the rest of the grass burns bright under the evening sun. He recognizes your shirt, the one with the sunflowers on it. There's a plastic bag lying next to you, one you hadn’t had when you visited Scoops Ahoy just a few hours prior. It boasts the familiar label of the local grocery store, the contents scarcely staying inside.  

He stops the car, nearly forgetting to take the keys with him as he runs to your side, afraid that something terrible happened. He calls out as he rushes to you, hoping for a response. As he drops to your side he’s happy to see you’re conscious. 

“Hi Steve,” you greet, a lazy smile tugging at your lips, a content look on your face, like everything is right in the world, like seeing him makes it right. 

“What are you doing? Are you alright?” He panics, hands gently running along any skin he can find, searching for an injury that isn’t there.  

“I was walking home from the store and I got too hot. Have you seen the dogs in town? They’re all hot too. They keep lying down in the grass instead of going for their walks, and they seem much happier when they do. I thought I would give it a try.” 

“Is it working?” Steve asks, relief palpable in his voice. You aren’t injured, just taking a break. 

“A little,” you reply. “The grass is cool and the breeze feels nice, but it’s still too hot.” 

You huff a little, slightly annoyed that your plan didn’t work as well as you had hoped. You still need to walk the rest of the way home before you can cool off properly. You wish you had a damp washcloth, something to lay across your neck or your face. You think the cool water against your skin would bring just enough relief to make the heat bearable. 

You just wanted to buy some fruit from the store. You had a little money to spare, thanks to Steve, and thought some fruit in the evening would be nice. Maybe you shouldn’t have chosen to walk in the middle of a heat wave.

“Let me give you a ride,” Steve says, though it comes out as more of a demand than a choice. It’s too hot to be exposed to the heat for so long. 

“But Steve, my house is out of your way,” you claim. 

“Doesn’t matter,” he states. “That just means I get to spend more time with you.”

You give him that smile again, that lazy pull of lips, like you can’t help yourself. It's a small thing, he loves it. He doesn’t love that you make no attempt to stand, or even sit up. You just keep smiling at him. 

“We should get going.” His voice is a sigh, more air than sound, breathless.  

It’s only then, once you’ve been prompted by Steve, that you finally sit up. You’re closer to him than he thought you were, his knees practically pressing into your hip, face a mere foot from his own. 

Grass sticks to your arms and he reaches out to brush it off, the brief contact making his skin buzz.

He can’t help himself. 

Steve brings his fingers to your cheek, only the barest pressure. You melt into him, somehow softening even more from the slight contact. His fingers trail up, around your ear, back down to your neck where he holds you with his whole hand—not enough pressure to keep you there. You lean into the weight of his palm, content with the contact despite the heat. 

He leans in slowly, entranced, and still you remain with eyes half lidded. He presses his forehead to yours first, another chance for you to pull away, to push him off if you want. But you just tilt your head slightly, a better angle for when he finally does kiss you, and that’s exactly what he does. 

It’s gentle, as lazy as your smile, a slow melding of lips—sweet as a sundae. The kiss doesn’t last long, it’s still too hot outside, but it’s perfect in its brevity. 

Steve presses a few more kisses to your lips, your cheeks, your temple, all for good measure, and you melt further into him, pliant beneath his touch. 

“Come on,” he sighs. “I’m serious this time, let’s get out of the heat.” 

“You’re the one who got us sidetracked!” Your voice is laced with giggles, too giddy not to show it. 

“It’s not my fault you’re so pretty,” Steve claims, grinning as he does. 

The two of you hop into his car, sighing in relief as the air conditioning kicks in. You keep your bag of fruit by your feet as Steve drives, leaving your hands free, and Steve takes the opportunity to reach across the center console to take your hand in his.

—♡—

It’s cool in your home. The sun casts nothing more than a glow through the windows, a quiet light. The ceiling fan in the living room is enough to keep the heat outside at bay. If you keep the lights off you can trick yourself into thinking it’s even cooler than it really is. 

The house is quiet, no one else is home. 

Steve follows you in at your invitation, trailing behind you, wide eyed, moonstruck, content. He keeps your hand in his, fingers tangled together, as the two of you pass through the living room to the kitchen. Steve sets the grocery bag of fruit on the counter, having insisted on carrying it while you walked from his car.

“That way you can have a hand free to get the door,” he declared while you walked up to the house. He said it with a grin, boyish and proud. He said it like he’s getting exactly what he wants. 

 “Can I get you something to drink?” you ask, looking through your refrigerator to see what you can offer him. The task is made more difficult with only one hand to work with, but you don’t really mind. Steve seems indifferent about the drink, so you grab two glasses for iced tea, just in case he changes his mind. 

He only lets go of you when you need both hands free to pour the drinks. You bring your glass up to your cheek, pressing it into the soft skin there, hoping to steal some of the chill. It leaves a wet spot behind on your skin that Steve brushes away absentmindedly. 

You take the opportunity of having both hands free to set the fruit in a bowl on the counter to let it finish ripening, then you hop up on the counter yourself. Steve comes to stand before you, pressed between your thighs, dark eyes taking you in. 

It’s your turn to explore.

You bring your hand up to his cheek, outlining the bone, his brow, the length of his nose. His eyes close for just a moment longer the next time he blinks—adoring. And you think, maybe he’s wanted this as long as you have.

“Let me take you out,” he murmurs. He brings your palm to his lips, presses a kiss there before continuing. “On a date. We can do something quiet, just the two of us, go on an adventure.” 

“I’d like that,” you say, leaning in close. 

The second kiss starts out just as slow as the first, having no need to rush. This time, however, there’s no concern or fear that the feelings are one sided. There’s no need to hold back. He’s soft against you, holding you ever closer. Steve bites your lip gently, pulling just a little, and you open for him. Your hand finds its way to his hair, tugging at the already messy strands and he sighs into the kiss. 

You want to hear that sound again.

Your hands keep wandering as his find their way to your waist, the back of your neck, anywhere that allows him to pull you further into him. Maybe you’ve both wanted this for too long. You’re unable to pull away now that you know you can kiss him, could have done so at any time and he would have kissed you back like this—hungry and desperate. 

He leaves a trail of kisses across your jaw, down your neck, and you can’t help but sigh, still breathless but not wanting him to stop. They’re open mouthed but gentle, a light press of teeth followed by kiss swollen lips, the pressure not enough to bruise but enough to drive you crazy. You almost wish he’d mark up the column of your throat, but the heatwave has shown no sign of stopping and you can’t cover marks in this weather. 

Instead you guide Steve back to your lips and kiss him a few more times for good measure. 

It’s a while before you pull back, take a breath, settle. A lazy smile pulls at your lips. Steve’s own smile matches yours, eyes half lidded, warm with affection. He’s never looked so beautiful.  

The tender way he holds you leaves you dizzy, sticky with fondness. You don’t know how you’ll ever be able to let go of him, too desperate to keep him close. He shows no sign of wanting to pull away either, too content to move. How did you get so lucky?

[whatisreggieshortfor]

Mad Dog Runs Into an Ice Wall

This ended up way longer than I thought it would be. Oikawa kinnies beware.

Kyotani x m!reader

He didn’t want to be here. Being dragged out by the team for karaoke was probably bottom of his list of favored activities, shortly following torture banned by the Geneva Convention, but here Kyotani was with Iwaziumi and Mattsun on either side of him like he was gonna pull a runner. Like they could stop him if he really wanted to pull a runner. And it only got worse when a group walked in giggling amongst themselves, and Kyotani recognized one of the girls as an ex of his dear captain, and he knew the group had seen the athletes by the way she froze and stared at the pretty setter. But it got a little better when another person in the group, the one person from his classes that actually interested him, followed her line of sight, before rolling their eyes and flipping off the entire team. Kyotani wasn’t one for drama just for the sake of drama, but he was interested in where this could go.

You didn’t want to be here. Your best friend had made a study group with a few people that he knew needed your help, and as a reward for passing midterms they had decided the whole group was spending the night doing karaoke. You didn’t generally talk to any of these people when you weren’t trying to cram chemistry and calculus facts and theories into their heads, but you remembered when Mei had come running into the study group with tears streaming down her face because the captain she’d been so head over heels for had just broken her heart. You had rolled your eyes then, too, but this time you at least had the satisfaction of looking the annoying pretty boy in the face while you flipped him off. And you didn’t miss the way the boy he calls Mad Dog smirked at the action, and how it got wider at the setter’s shocked face.

“I can’t believe they’re here.” Your best friend grumbled in his seat next to you, “What are the chances that she finally agrees to enjoy a night not buried in a book since the break up and he happens to be here?”

“The statistics of that are too high to calculate with so many unknown variables.” The group blinks at your response, clearly unsure if you’re trying to be funny or serious, but you sighed, “She just has to show him that she’s not the same starry eyed fangirl anymore.” You knew she wasn’t. She had been infatuated with the setter, yes, but she had developed a crush you were very aware of on your friend in the weeks that followed.

“How am I supposed to do that?” Mei questioned, thoughtfully gnawing at her lip while she stole glances at your friend. You rolled your eyes again, dragging her along to the sign up sheet and song catalog.

“You’re gonna sing that.” You pointed to the selection, writing her name down.

“I can’t go up there alone! I don’t want to embarrass myself like that in front of Yuuji!”

You were almost certain you’d be able to see your own brain by the end of the night with often you were rolling your eyes, and you were almost thankful that her time spent with Yuuji meant that she didn’t get offended by it anymore, “I’ll do it with you, or whatever. The point isn’t to sound great, the point is to send a message.”

“A message?”

“Yes.” You sighed. You did like Mei, she was great to your friend, but she could be dense. “You want Shittykawa to know you’re over him, and you want Yuuji to know that, too. I’ll be with you the whole time, and later you’ll come up by yourself and sing a song for Yuuji.”

“But-“

“NO.” You point a finger at her, “I am helping you, but I can only do so much. This is happening.” She chewed her lip nervously and you couldn’t help but pity her just a bit, “You’ll do great, okay? Don’t worry so much.” She looked in your eyes, knowing you weren’t one to mince words, before giving a determined nod and confidently leading you to wait for your turn.

Kyotani was more than a little invested when he heard your name get called up with the girl, not that anyone knew that by looking at his scowling face, but he watched you. It almost made him laugh when the song started playing, he’d heard it enough times in the stupid TikToks Makki and Mattsun would watch during breaks at practice. He almost felt bad for the girl, seeing the way she froze up and couldn’t get the first verse out, but he saw you squeeze her shoulder before your voice rang out as confident as always, “I wonder does it blow your mind, That she’s leaving you far behind~”

Mei sent you a grateful smile, her voice finally coming to her, “I wonder does it stop your heart to know, You’re not my sunshine anymore~”

When the song ended, Mei swept you into a hug before you could get away, and you awkwardly patted her back while you waited for it to end. “I couldn’t have done that without you, Y/N!”

“Naw, you were fine. You just needed to relax.” You turned your head when you realized the study group was cheering, and you let yourself flip the team off again when you saw the third years laughing at their embarrassed captain before heading to get a drink. Standing at the counter, you weren’t really paying much attention to your surroundings- at least until you felt an imposing but familiar aura and noticed the people near you shift away a little bit. Glancing back, you see Seijoh’s second year spiker, and though he looks like he’s scowling, you recognize the look on his face as one he wears in class a lot when he’s called on and trying to formulate an answer in his head, so you decided to wait him out. To the outsiders around you, it looks almost as if you’re having a stare down, until he finally opens his mouth.

“That was a real petty move.” You cocked an eyebrow, watching him for a moment before you shrugged.

“Am I supposed to feel bad about that? He dumped Mei just to flaunt a new girl in front of her face.”

You were admittedly caught off guard when the boy before you barked out a laugh, it wasn’t a sound you heard a lot, but you’d love to get used to it. “That was pretty dickish of him. I-“

“Mad Dog-Chan~! We’re waiting on you!” As soon as Oikawa’s voice cut him off, you saw the way the boy tensed up and his scowl seemed to deepen.

Before you could think about it, you were yelling back, “He’s busy! Didn’t your mom teach you not to interrupt conversations?”

“Wha-! Mad Dog-Chan, how can you talk to them!?”

The third year that always seemed to be throwing something at the captain smacked the back of his head, “Shut it, Shittykawa! Let him be.”

Kyotani seemed to be analyzing you, like he was trying to get a handle on you as a person, and you seem to be letting him. The look on your face not one of clear patience, but when Yuuji wanders over to see where his best friend disappeared to, he’s not surprised to see you waiting calmly. Even if you had never directly said it to him, you know he’s aware that the aggressive boy has always piqued your interest. “Y/N, should we wait for you?” With barely a shake of your head he leaves, patting your head just to annoy you before making his way back to Mei. And still you wait. You wait as Kyotani’s gaze seems to try to tear you apart and put you back together.

“Why are you still here?” He finally mutters, there’s a snarl to his tone but you ignore it. It doesn’t match the expression he’s giving you, his eyes too full of surprise and wonder.

“We were talking.” You shrug, making the statement matter-of-factly. “Why are you still here?”

“I don’t know.” But you both know he does. From the analytical, albeit aggressive, way his eyes seem to follow any move you make, you can tell. You’ve piqued his interest just as he piqued yours, and both of you are waiting for the other to decide where this conversation will go.

You decide that’ll be you. “You don’t look like this is your type of thing.” He snorts, only to freeze when you open your mouth again, “Want to go for a walk?”

The spiker glanced over at your friends, who seem to have forgotten the two of you were talking with the way they don’t so much as glance in your direction, then he glanced at his own team, seeing the third years and Yahaba and Kindaichi trying to pretend they aren’t watching. He vaguely thinks Kunimi might’ve fallen asleep. And then he looks back at you, and gives the answer he was going to anyway, “Sure, whatever.” This time you snort, at the way he’s trying to play up the tough guy image he’s built for himself, before leading the way outside. The sun is just beginning to set, and the two of you walk in a comfortable silence, hands slipped into their respective pockets. Kyotani has that look back on his face, and you were never considered someone to speak without a reason, so you have no problem waiting him out. It doesn’t take too long, even as he starts and stops the sentence to get the phrasing how he’d like, “I- When you-“ he huffs, “It was cool. That you did that for your friend. My teammates would’ve just shoved their friends up alone.”

You shrugged, “I didn’t do it to impress anyone,” You glanced at him, “She was just nervous. I remember being like that, so I helped. It’s that easy.”

“You get nervous?”

Something about the way he said it full of disbelief had you pausing on the sidewalk, head tilting to the side, “Doesn’t everybody?”

Kyotani shrugged, a rough movement of his shoulders, and you briefly wondered how he moved so fluidly on the court when his every day movements were so jagged. “Sure, I guess. But never seemed like you did.” Your brows furrowed, leaving you wondering when he apparently started paying attention to you.

But you offered a response nonetheless, “Everyone wears a mask of some sort, Kyotani.” His eyes widened, only a fraction, but you continued undeterred, “Do you think I really buy the whole angry boy act you have going on? If you were really the guy you pretend to be, you wouldn’t be here right now.” It had been something you’d thought about for a while. The way he was overly aggressive in situations that didn’t necessarily call for it, and you wondered why. Until you saw him one day. He had just scared off someone that had dared to approach him about something, and clearly didn’t realize you were there, because as soon as the other person was gone he had let his body relax, a look of relief washing over his face. And as calm as he looked in that moment, you didn’t like it. Why was it such a relief that they didn’t stick around?

You came back to your head as Kyotani took another step, following whatever path the two of you had set for yourselves without discussion, and he seemed to be thinking about what you said. “I was given the angry kid label. I didn’t ask for it.” The words are gruff, but they’re honest. And because you see that, you let him continue. “It wasn’t something I tried for, ya know? When it started, yeah, I was an angry little shit. I’ll admit it. I had reasons, and all I needed was to be left alone to calm down, but no one did that. Teachers, students, family, they were all up my ass to talk about what was bothering me, so I lashed out. The label came not too long after.”

“And you decided that you would be who they thought you were.”

He nodded. “Seijoh was supposed to be different. New school, new chance to not be the person people are afraid of, right? Except by the time I got to Seijoh, I fucking forgot how to act like a normal person around people.”

“So you scare them away on purpose, rather just attempt a conversation?” His scowl deepens until you let out a soft chuckle, “We’ve never spoken before today. You seem to talk to people just fine, they just need to pass some unspoken test from you first.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” He still doesn’t look angry, you note, just confused.

“Take today for example. I passed whatever test you had by going up to bat for Mei, so to speak. Iwaizumi is another good example. I’ve seen you around the team, and everyone knows that he is the only one you listen to, despite not being the captain. And yeah, I’ve seen how Oikawa activates your fight or flight response, but Iwa doesn’t. You had a small amount of respect for him as the ace, and it grew when you would challenge him and he didn’t back down, and it got even larger every time he beat you.”

“So what are you saying?” Again he just looks confused.

You shrug, offering him a lazy smile, “It just means that you want people in your life that do things to earn your respect, I guess. You don’t want people that might drag you down, or that would leave when you bark insults at them, especially when you do it as a defense.”

“That’s fucking stupid.” He mutters, and then much quieter he continues, “People don’t stay.”

“People didn’t stay.” You correct him, no judgement in the statement, it’s as if you just stated a fact of life, “You just gotta find the people that will. You think Yuuji has always been my only friend?” You let out another dry chuckle, “I’ve been called a lot of things in my life, Kyotani. Most of the time, my name isn’t even on that list.”

“Y/N.” You hum, glancing over at him, and noticed the faintest traces of red high along his cheekbones, “It’s a good name. Think more people should call you that.”

This time you laugh, and you might just be ignoring the fact that Yuuji is the only one that’s ever seen you do it. Until now.

The next school day rolls around, and without saying a word, you’re waiting in the seat next to Kyotani’s in class, his former seat mate across the room in your old seat. The faux blonde looks surprised to see you before schooling his face back into a scowl, but you just offer him another lazy grin. The teacher didn’t exactly approve the swap, but chooses to ignore it when they make it through a whole lesson without Kyotani yelling at his new neighbor.

Lunch is a bit different, if only because Kyotani is already seated when you drop down beside him. You shrug, pointing to where Yuuji and Mei are both red as tomatoes while the study group teases them, but they don’t release each other’s hands as they smile. Kyotani huffs a laugh, but nods like he’s granted approval, of their relationship or you sitting with him, you aren’t sure.

Sometimes you sit in on practice, never a discussion with the volleyball player beforehand, and when he finishes you always drag him off to your study group, muttering about brains over brawn, and he doesn’t fight you.

It becomes the new normal, and Kyotani isn’t sure when he started viewing it that way. The thought doesn’t cross his mind until he’s cooling down after practice one day, Matsukawa and Hanamaki aren’t going to just ignore the changes they’ve seen after all. When they don’t see you, they corner their kouhai where he stretches on the floor, “No study group today?”

Kyotani just shrugs at Mattsun’s question as he grabs his water bottle. Honestly he never knew when the study group met, you would just take him with you after practice. Makki seemed to grin more, “That is what you two have been doing, right? Or have we just been witnessing Y/N pull you away for make out sessions?”

He wished he had waited until Makki spoke to take a drink now, choking on the liquid for a moment as the two third years laughed, “We- we aren’t-“

“Why not?” Mattsun asks, “You’ve been with them every day for like a month.”

Had it really been a month? Kyotani blinked, “We’re friends.”

He didn’t miss the way their other teammates stopped moving, heads jerking his direction, an unsettling feeling was running up his spine as he took in their shocked expressions. Even Kunimi’s usual blank expression wasn’t quite so blank now. Iwa, as always, seemed to be the first to break the silence, “I don’t think we’ve ever heard you refer to someone as your friend.” Kyotani scowled. He didn’t need reminded, but he’s also not sure when he started thinking of you that way.

“It’s not that surprising, is it? I mean, we’re first years and we’ve heard the things said about Y/N.” It was clear Kindaichi didn’t mean to say it, by the way he froze in place before Kyotani’s eyes even snapped his way.

“What things?” The second year growled, and the third years were just shaking their heads at their poor middle blocker. If Kyotani had been paying more attention, he may have noticed the way Oikawa slipped outside.

Oikawa didn’t like you. It was something you took pride in, honestly. In a school that seemed to kiss the guy’s ass, you didn’t care about his skill, you didn’t care about his fan club, and you didn’t really care about him. Not after the shit you saw him pull in middle school. You may have been a year behind him, but that didn’t mean much to you. You only respected senpais that earned your respect, like Iwa. He kept Oikawa in line when he was around, reeling him in when the setter was so unnecessarily aggressive with Kageyama. Kageyama, who aside from Yuuji, had been one of your best friends. So of course Oikawa didn’t like you. Anybody would have to be stupid to think the way he talked to you meant he did. But not just to you, he talked about you, too. His fan club had decided back then that you were easy to target, a way to try to gain his favor or something, you were never sure. It had been the reasoning behind your hesitation when Yuuji arranged the study group. But he found people that didn’t seem to care about the setter, Mei being the lone exception at the time, and you became alright with that even if you weren’t particularly friendly with any of them. After all, Kageyama may have been named King of the Court, but as one his only friends and someone that didn’t speak or smile much, you had gotten your own nickname.

“Hey there, Ice Wall.” You blinked, admittedly it had been a while since someone called you that, and it let you know who was talking without looking. But still you did, taking in the stupid brown hair and the way his eyes shined with a mix of chaos and hatred.

“Shittykawa.” You nodded, turning right back to your book, only for him to take it from your hand. You blinked again, your face still as blank as it usually was, before looking up at him and waiting.

“I hear you’ve been spending a lot of time with Mad Dog-chan. The boys seem to think you’re dating.”

You felt a pit open in your stomach, not that your face changed to express that, but you knew it would be trouble when you entered your friendship with Kyotani. Oikawa was never one to let you have what you wanted. “We’re classmates. I help him study. What else is there to it?” You knew the answers you were giving weren’t exactly right. Kyotani was your friend, so why were talking like you weren’t? But you weren’t in control of your own words right now, “I don’t make friends with people that put on a front. You should remember that.”

Oikawa scowled, something the pretty setter wasn’t known for doing, and then he scoffed, “Who would want to be friends with you anyway?”

You wanted to say him. You both knew it. He had tried so hard to get you into the flock of people that admired him, but you weren’t blind. Not only did his ego not need it, but you also saw what he did in Kageyama. The boy that could outpace him, the boy that could eventually become the greatest setter in professional volleyball as long as he learned to work with his teammates. Sure, you could admit that Oikawa had a knack for working with anyone, but in pure skill he was second best. And he hated it. “Why does it matter to you?” You tilted your head, faux confusion written on your face. And you could see his blood simmering under the surface at your reply. Oikawa didn’t like you, because he had wanted your friendship and lost it to Kageyama. Not that Kageyama had ever realized Oikawa was competing with him for it. Hell, you hadn’t realized that until Oikawa saw the two of you together and suddenly it wasn’t your friendship the brown haired boy wanted, but your demise. It was stupid, to you, to try so hard. Because someone is either going to like you, or they’re not. Why work for it if all you get in return is a mediocre acquaintance? “May I have my book back?”

Oikawa scoffed again, tossing the book onto the ground, and as you moved to pick it up, he moved his foot, ‘accidentally’ stepping onto your fingers. But you didn’t so much as flinch, his fan club had done worse after all. “Stay away from my spiker,” was growled at you before he walked away, charming smile back on his face as you rolled your eyes. You shook your fingers out calmly, picking up your discarded book and making your way to the school’s front gate to meet your best friend.

“He seriously has not gotten any better.” Yuuji complained as he dropped onto his couch beside you, and despite knowing the answer to his next question he still asked, “So are you going to stop talking to Kyotani?” You raised an eyebrow, “Okay, so no.”

“Not unless Oikawa starts treating him bad because of our affiliation with each other.” You shrugged, you didn’t think that would happen. Oikawa consistently bragged about his skill, his ability to make anyone a star on the court, he wouldn’t risk hurting his own reputation by benching or ruining plays for their secret weapon.

“Are you gonna tell Kyotani?”

Now, that one you pondered. Did he need to know?

Kyotani wasn’t surprised to see you waiting after practice the next day. Or if he was, he kept the surprise hidden away. You could Oikawa scowling from where he was packing up his own bag, clearly displeased that you didn’t take him seriously the day before. “What are we reviewing today?” The spiker sighed as he stopped in front of you.

“Chemistry.” You answered simply, and Kyotani really wished you had said anything else when he realized that Makki and Mattsun were within earshot.

“Oh~,” the resident meme lords grinned in unison, they acted so similarly that you constantly got them confused, “Studying ‘chemistry’, are you?”

“Yes?” You blinked at them, “That would be the class we take?”

Kyotani just buried his face in his hands with a faint growl, “Please just ignore them.”

You raised an eyebrow but nodded, grabbing his bag from the bench before turning out the door, not even checking if he was following you. But then a voice called out and you froze in your steps.

“Y/N-Chan! Aren’t you going to say hi to your favorite senpai?”

Face maintaining the same cold expression you were known for, you turned around slightly, “Hello, Iwaizumi.”

“Hey, Y/N,” the ace gave you a wave and a look of apology, “How’s practice going?”

You shrugged absentmindedly, “You know it’s called rehearsal for us. But it isn’t bad. We are going to the final round next week.”

As soon as the words came out, you wanted to snatch them back, and you could see in Iwa’s face that he regretted asking as soon as the smile on Oikawa’s face grew. “You actually made it to the final round? Be honest, was there only one round?”

Before you could stop yourself you snapped back, “At least we made it to the finals, but UshiWaka is probably gonna stop you again, huh?” Your eyes darted back to Iwa, silent communication between the two of you not to answer Oikawa’s questions.

Kyotani could feel the tension rising, as did his fight or flight reaction, and as he glanced at you, the way you stiffened as you and the third year spiker stared at each other spoke volumes to him. Something about it told him one thing loud and clear, today was not a day to let the fight response win. “We’re leaving.” He threw gruffly over his shoulder, grabbing your arm and all but dragging you the rest of the way out of the gym.

The walk was damn near silent, only the sounds of two pairs of feet hitting the sidewalk and the birds in the air, before you finally did what you didn’t usually do. You started the conversation, “Well? Aren’t you going to ask?”

“Finals for what?” You blinked, excuse me?

“What?”

“You never mentioned anything.” He scoffed, “Just figured you would’ve.”

You had expected a question about Oikawa. Maybe how you knew him, but you realized that Kyotani was too busy comparing himself to Iwa, because he assumed you chose one of them to know and not the other. “Stop.” Your feet locked in place on the sidewalk as you waited for him to stop moving, and when he finally did, you didn’t hesitate to step into his face, “You are so stupid.” His scowl deepened, mouth opening but you held up your hand and it snapped sit with a click. “I didn’t just not tell you, okay? I didn’t tell anyone. Iwa knew, yes, but not because I said anything to him. He’s my cousin, my mom told him. And I planned to let you know today, I was going to invite you to see us. If you would just have faith in someone for once then you would see what’s right in front of your face.” You shoved the ticket and his bag at him, turning away and marching down the path. You didn’t expect him to follow you.

For three days the following week, you didn’t so much as look Kyotani’s way. You hated reacting the way you did, but your brash attitude and snarky tongue were what you’d been known for in middle school. Yuuji was growing more concerned. Aside from Kageyama and himself, Kyotani was the only person you’d let that close to you. So he decided to take matters into his hands. You weren’t going to withdraw anymore than you already had if he could stop it. Mei tagged along, as much as you weren’t close, she knew that you were a good person, regardless of what people thought. Which is how they found themselves here, waiting for volleyball practice to end. As soon as the second year spiker exited the gym, he scoffed, “Pretty boy is already gone.”

“Who the fuck cares about him?” Mei snapped as she stomped up to him, taking both the boys off guard, “You have some nerve! Acting like an ass all the time when Y/N has been nothing but kind in their own way. You don’t think we hear what people say, too!?”

Kyotani’s face was twitching, he was trying to hold back his scowl, but he was so damn confused anymore. He recognized the boy after a minute, recognized him as your best friend, but why was he here and not you? “I don’t care about what you fucking think of me.”

Mei scoffed now, “I don’t care what you think of me either. But you know what you do care about? Or at the very least should? What Y/N thinks about you. All I’ve heard for weeks when we talk is that you aren’t as bad as you seem, that more people need to give you the chances they don’t give him. And you know something? All I see is a brat. Y/N has helped you study, I know he’s helped you practice, and I know he cares about you. So why you just act like you care for once?”

Yuuji bit back a smile. The two of you always thought he was your only friend nowadays, but clearly more people liked you than either of you thought. Turning to the spiker, he finally opened his mouth, “I know he gave you the ticket. In case you haven’t looked at it, today is the day. Show up if you want to mend the bridge between you. If you don’t…well, I don’t know if it can be mended.”

“He’ll be there.” The three of them snapped their heads over, looking at Iwa standing with his arms crossed, “Yuuji, I wish I could say it was good to see you, but I’m aware that my affiliations make it so that we can’t be friends. Just know that I appreciate the way you stand by my cousin.”

Yuuji nodded slowly, “Iwa, Y/N respects you, so you have my respect as well, cause you know how hard it is to earn his, but you’re right. Friends is something we can’t be. After how much shit that dumbass and his stupid fan club put him through, I can’t be friends with anyone that calls themself his friend.”

Mei’s brow furrowed, “Is that why when you made the study group you had explicitly asked everyone if they liked Oikawa?”

Yuuji shrugged, “We aren’t here about him.”

“Yet you let your little girlfriend join, even though she was fangirl.” Kyotani rolled his eyes, he was sick of people speaking in riddles, “What exactly is up with them?”

“Not your business.” Yuuji bit out sharply, “If Y/N forgives you, he’ll tell you. Come to the show, or don’t. Quite frankly at this point I think Y/N is better off without you.” Yuuji grabbed Mei’s hand, even though she looked ready to continue to bite Kyotani’s head off.

Iwa grabbed his elbow, a move he never really tried before because of the boy’s tendency to fight everything, but the second year let him, “Get your ass in my car, we’re gonna be late.”

The drive was quiet, Kyotani was on edge, not knowing how would feel to see him. He was turning the ticket over in his hand, looking at it for the millionth time since you shoved it into his chest. Battle of the Bands? You played music? Sure, he’s seen a guitar in your house when the two of you chose to study outside of the group, but he never realized you actually played. He wondered what kind of music it would be, hoped it was something he could tell you he enjoyed and actually mean it. Iwa’s voice snapped him back to the present, “What exactly did you do?”

Kyotani groaned, “I don’t even know. You knew about this fucking thing, and he never mentioned it to me, so I fucking thought-“

“You thought he was choosing someone over you? Are you dense?”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

Iwa sighed as he pulled into the parking lot, “You have to realize by now, right? Y/N- he likes you.”

“I know. I told you guys we were fucking friends, but that was so bizarre, remember?”

Iwa pinched his brow as he threw the car in park, “No, dumbass, he has a crush on you. But your petty ass got jealous and he realized you don’t actually trust him. Trust- trust is everything to him. Kageyama and Yuuji, they were the only ones to ever have his before. And then you came along, and I don’t know what the hell kind of magic you used, but you had it too. I haven’t had it in years. Which is my own fault, but you shouldn’t throw it away like I did.”

Kyotani froze. Sure, he had grown attached to you, but you liked him? Even with his attitude? He knew he wasn’t exactly boyfriend material…but for you, he would’ve at least tried. “Let’s go watch this shit.” Iwa sighed as he watched Kyotani get out of the car, hoping he got through to him.

You were backstage, worrying over your missing drummer before he finally stumbled into the back room, “Yuuji! Where the hell were you?”

“Uh, would you believe me if I said I got lost?” Yuuji tried to give you a smile, but your unimpressed stare told him that you knew he was lying anyway, and he sighed, “Mei and I may have gone to bother Kyotani.”

“I told you to leave it alone.” You snapped, and you felt bad. This was your best friend, why did you do this?

But Yuuji wasn’t deterred. He never was. “I don’t like that he was throwing away your friendship, or your feelings.”

You sighed, “Yuuji-“

“No,” he shook his head, “I’m right on this. You don’t like people. But you liked him. I may not ever understand why, but you did. And because of that, it’s my job to make sure it doesn’t bite you in the ass. And if and when you two date, I’ll be the guy’s best fucking friend like I am for you, because you being happy is what I need to see. Do you even realize that no one outside of me has seen you smile or laugh since middle school? And then he was around, and suddenly you were doing it again. In public. It was a miracle to me. So I’m not sorry we went.”

You almost wanted to cry, this was your best friend. The person you always joked that the two of you were that TikTok sound, ‘4Lifers’. That was who this was. So you just gave him a hug, muttering a small thank you before you were getting ready to take the stage. Yuuji just smiled. It might not seem like a lot to most people, but he knew that from you it meant everything.

Kyotani was blown away. He saw that you could sing when you helped Mei, but this- this was something else entirely. You were like a god on the stage, and Kyotani couldn’t believe how good you looked in the lights, like you were made to be there. When the show wrapped up, he pushed through people to find you, grabbing your hand as soon as you were within reach, and pulling you to him. “I’m sorry.” You blinked, not sure you’d ever heard those words leave his lips before, but he kept going, “I’m sorry for being an ass, and I’m sorry I didn’t try to fix it, and I’m so fucking sorry if you thought I wasn’t going to be here. That girl was right, I may not give a rat’s ass what people think about me, but I give a fuck what you think, and if I need to change then I fucking will, but I-“ his words died as you placed a kiss to his cheek, a soft chuckle leaving your lips.

“It’s okay, Kyotani. I know I’m not the easiest. I’m called the Ice Wall for a reason, ya know? But this….this is a good start for us.” You honestly had never seen Kyotani look so soft, but you were glad to say it was a look reserved for you.

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Another Way to Show Love

3 A.M Thoughts - Poly! Cc! Dream Team x F!Reader

Imagine Dream and Sapnap fucking their sub, and George just wakes up to you moaning as they both make you cum. Maybe George helps clean you up... by using his mouth. You then reward him by sucking him off, while Dream and Sapnap watch and record the whole thing... then it ends with super sweet fluff<3.

- Just some more thoughts♡♡♡♡.

Dom! Dreamnap/ Dom! Dream and Dom! Sapnap x Sub! GeorgeNotFound x Sub! Reader.

Contents: Double Penetration in the same hole, Cum eating, Blowjob, Polyamorous Relationships, Afab! Reader, Dream and Sapnap taking photos and recording. Guilty Sapnap because he thinks he hurts s/o, fluff<3, aftercare-ish themes<3...

You cover your mouth, hoping that you can contain in the many sounds that come whenever they both rock their hips. But it's so damn impossible. You just have to thank the fact that George really is a heavy sleeper.

Sapnap was below you, having pulled you onto his lap with your ass facing him. Dream was infront of you, keeping his pace as he fucked into your hole, the same one Sapnap was heavenly buried into. You shut your eyes, clinge onto Dream and let many small moans fall.

"Dream.. Sap~.." You couldn't take it any longer, having one of them in you was good as it was, but when you have two of your boyfriends, while the other was asleep, the pleasure just intensifies. They were both buried so deep inside, both of their cocks being milked by your pussy. Dream smirked seeing the state you were in.

"Can't take it? Or is it just too good?" He groans, Sapnap then jumps in.

"You like when both Dream and I fuck you?" Sapnap asks in addition to Dream's question. You nod your head, taking one of Dream and Sapnap's hand.

"I do~! So much! Love it.." You moan.

Dream pinned your hand onto the bed, while Sapnap did the same, it slightly hurt but you were so blissed out by the pleasure that you didn't find it anywhere in yourself to even care.

"I'm gonna- oh fuck! I'm gonna cum~! Please! Harder..!" You beg, your voice growing raspy.

"Yeah? Being stuffed with Sapnap and I got you cumming faster? You like being stuffed with two cocks?" Dream groans as he feels your walls tighten around him and Sapnap even more. He knew you loved the way he spoke. You felt his hand take a stronger hold onto yours, as did Sapnap. The coil in your stomach that formed was near close to snapping.

Sapnap's hips slammed into you harder, his free hand played with your chest, Dream does the same and they both begin to play with your perked up nipples.

"Mhm~! So fucking good..! D-Dream- Sapnap- I'm gonna cum-!" You let out high pitched moan and you just let it happen. They both thrust once more into you, both their cocks spurting their seed into your womb. Your own orgasm spilling over their lower halves. You were still moaning uncontrollably, you felt a shift and saw that Dream had lowered his body down.

Sapnap began to pet Dream's hair, while Dream slowly left kisses across your neck and jawline.

"G-Guys...? What are you doing..?" George asked, your eyes widen and you turn to look over at George.

"Awe.. our other Angel has finally woken up.." Sapnap teases. Dream quickly looks over, he slowly raises himself up.

"Baby.. be a good boy and pass me my phone.." Dream asks, George's blush deepened at the name as he reaches over to the drawer and picks Dream's phone up. He hands it over and Dream takes it. Then you realized that he was taking a picture.. you squeezed around him and Sapnap.

"Fuck Y/n..." Dream moaned softly, you see the flash go off.

"Happy memories.." Dream teases as he tossed his phone to the side. You moaned as he slowly pulled out, leaving Sapnap last to pull you off him. You quickly close your legs, feeling their cum drip down. Sapnap swiftly moves from underneath you.

"Dream, pass me your phone. George, come here.." Sapnap says, Dream raised an eyebrow but listened to his lover anyway. Dream once again grabbed his phone and gave it to Sapnap.

George nervously obeyed Sapnap, you layed below all three of your boyfriends.

Sapnap pats a space right in front of you. George slowly crawls to you.

"Y/n.. open up.." Dream finally catches on, you slowly open your legs. Sapnap smirks and opens up the camera on Dream's phone.

"Pretty little cunt.." He says and you grew red within seconds, after coming to realize that he was taking another picture.

"Clean her up." Dream tells George. George slowly bends over, his face coming unbelievably close to your drenched hole. He moaned at the sight and immediately stuck his tongue out, licking up every drop that spilled out when your boys had both pulled out. You moan and take a grip to his brown hair, he began to suck on your clit. Causing you to rock your hips up, you just found it in you to completely ignore the fact that after a few flashes, the camera on Dream's phone wasn't going off anymore.. because it was just constantly on.

You further open your legs, allowing for George to hold onto your thighs, tongue diving into your cum filled pussy. By the time he was nearly done cleaning you up, you were nearly babbling incoherent sentences.

He pulled away, you stay laying down. Slowly raising your body up to sit.

You turn over to your other boyfriends, once again ignoring the flash.

"Daddy.. Can I suck his cock..?" You say motioning to the incredibly noticeable bulge at George's sweatpants.

Dream and Sapnap look at each other, they both nodded their heads.

"Go ahead babygirl.." Dream answers. You smile which George reciprocated. He took your place so he could lay down onto the pillows. You eagerly help George take his shirt off and pulled down his grey sweatpants along with his boxers, both of which you helped him get completely rid of. You hear both Sapnap and Dream get closer, you turn to face them.

"Go on.." Dream says, you nod your head, taking George's length into your hands, his tip was completely smeared with precum. Standing so tall, you only crave more. You slowly lower your head down, completely bending over.

Your lips made contact with the head of his cock, slowly taking him into your warm mouth. George moans at the relief of finally getting touched, you grow giddy inside. Fully taking in his throbbing member, until you felt you couldn't, so you resort to jerking the rest of what you couldn't put into your mouth.

"Ohh.. Y/n~.." He moves his hips around, you don't make an attempt to stop him, just taking in whatever he gives you.

You suck on his dick, using your tongue to try and add more to his pleasure, and it seemed to work because his breathing was staggering. You can't blame him, after hearing you getting completely fucked by Dream and Sapnap, and him having to clean up their mess, he was incredibly sensitive to touch.

You feel Dream's hand pushing your hair away, you slowly open your eyes to see that Sapnap had also gotten closer with Dream's phone, the camera still rolling. You choose to ignore it, now proudly working on your sensitive boy's cock. With a few more sucks and jerks, his breathing pace had increased as he was silently groaning.

"Gonna cum?" Dream asked George, "You like the way our pretty girl can also use her mouth to make you cum?" George nodded his head, his lips parting.

"So much.." He groans, completely coming undone as his cum shoots into your mouth, Dream quickly turns his attention over to you.

"Keep it in." You obey his request. Dream motioned Sapnap over. Sapnap smirks and does so.

"Open up babe~.." Sapnap says, you proudly do so. Showing off your work, George's cum was all over your tongue. Nearly dribbling down, until Sapnap was quick enough to use a finger to push it back into your mouth.

"Swallow." Dream says, you do as he says. Once again opening your mouth up, to prove you had. Sapnap then uses a hand to pet your hair.

"Good girl.." He says, which causes you to warm up and smile. Dream then sat by you, Sapnap reverted hiz attention over to George.

He pulled you into an embrace, "How's my favorite girl doing..? You feeling good?"

"I feel like I'm high.. a little tired.." You say, a blissed out smile wiped onto your face as you lean onto his shoulder. He smiles and chuckled.

Sapnap sets Dream's phone down.

"How about Sapnap and I get you and George properly cleaned up and dressed? Eat something, watch a movie, and get some sleep?" He asks, you quickly nod your head.

"Alright." He gets up and plants a small kiss to your lips.

"Let me wash off real quick and I'll get to you." He smiles, he walks out with Sapnap.

You turn over to George, who was sitting up.

You crawl over to him, pulling him into a hug.

"I love you so much.." You mumble, he pulls you in.

"I love you too.." You both stay in the position a little long, until you finally hear your two other boyfriends come into the room.

"Come on you two, we have to get you cleaned up." Dream says, helping George up, while Sapnap got to you.

"Are you good babe? We didn't hurt you, did we?" Sapnap asked, as he helps you get up.

"I'm okay.." You say, holding onto Sapnap. Finding that you can't exactly walk right. "And no, you didn't hurt me."

Sapnap stays quiet, you think nothing of it and get into the warm bath with George. They both help you get cleaned, washing out your hair, and using body wash to clean you up good. At the end of it, you're sitting with George by the end of your shared bed, using a towel to dry your hair.

Dream walks into the room with a tray filled with various foods. He placed it by the drawer.

You and George grew excited, until you looked over at Dream.

"Dream where's Sapnap?" You ask, he turns around and his face falters.

"I think he's still in the kitchen.. I'll be back okay? Choose something to watch." He says, turning on the TV and tossing the controller over to the both of you. You reach and give it to George.

"Pick something, mkay? Gonna go get something from the kitchen. Want something?" You ask George. George shakes his head.

"I'm good." You smile and nod, reaching over to kiss his lips. You slowly stood up and walked out of the room, slowly making your way down the stairs.

"Sapnap, if she was hurt she would have told us.. You know she doesn't like lying to us." Dream says as he pulled his boyfriend into a hug, all of a sudden you remember his previous question.

'We didn't hurt you, did we?'

"But she could barely walk.." Sapnaps muffled voice was still audible.

"Sapnap.. she's okay, she would let us know if we were going too hard on her.." Dream says as he makes Sapnap look up at him. "She's fine, okay?"

Sapnap looks off to the ground, "What if she isn't.."

You slowly descend down the stairs.

"Sapnap...? I'm okay..!" You say as you made your way over to both of your boyfriends. Sapnap looked over at you, guilt clouded his eyes.

"Y/n? You should be in bed with George." He says as Dream pulled away to turn around and look at you.

"I know, but I came to get something.. You didn't hurt me Sapnap.." You try reassuring him, he doesn't say anything. But he does hold onto you.

"You'll tell me if we ever do, right?" He asked, you smile and nod your head. " Please, lets go with George already?" You ask as you take a candy bag from the cabinet.

Sapnap smiled, as did Dream. "Yeah, okay.."

As soon as you had made it to the room, George had already picked a movie, waiting for the return of his partners.

That night, you fell asleep holding onto Sapnap, with George in between, and Dream spooning you.

Hope you all enjoy this one<3, remember that my requests are still open so feel free to drop in a request<3.