#and i keep forgetting how the controls work and which buttons to press

[karda]

i am well known as bad at video games . i get scared playing minecraft on peaceful and even though half my childhood was spent playing halo reach it was only on forge so i could make race tracks. .i dont think i ever played the real game. my sonic obsession has made me buy the new game and i am so so bad at it like it's actually sad. ive watched hours and hours of snapcube play it but the second im handed the controls i fumble. i dont think anyone has ever played games this badly

[pearlessance]

Killshot, Baby! —part one

summary: nanami kento is a meticulous man; calm, stable, and precise. a perfect antithesis to your messy, impulsive ways. the longer you're around him, the more you're convinced you'll never agree on anything. well…except for the way you fuck.

pairing: brat tamer!nanami x fem!reader

warnings: explicit sexual content MDNI, 10 year age gap (reader is 18, nanami is 28), fingering, dirty talk, pussy pronouns, use of 'little girl' as a pet name, cum eating, semi-public, praise, size kink, hair pulling, brat taming, reader has added backstory to progress the plot

wc: 3.8k

note: this is my first ever jjk fic pls be niceee :') not sure how many parts this will be, rn I'm thinking like 5-8 but we will see!! heavily influenced by the song killshot by magdalena bay!! tysm for reading i love u <3

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Places like this make your skin crawl. 

Even knowing you need to assimilate yourself to the glitz and glamour of it all, you just can’t shake the turning of your stomach as you watch drops of top-shelf liquor spill over the rims of glass tumblers. Liquid splashes that cost more than a day’s pay for someone less well-off than every person in that room.

When you step out onto the balcony, the air feels icy against your too-warm skin. The city lights twinkle in the distance, disturbing the black of night and shining too brightly to grant you the luxury of seeing the stars.

You wonder what time it is, wonder if curfew still applies for an event like this. And if it does, you’ll surely catch a reprimanding from Yaga in the morning even if Gojo takes the brunt of it. Maki’s incessant questioning that’s sure to come when you step back into the dormitories might be an even worse fate, though. 

“It gets to be a bit overwhelming, doesn’t it?” His smooth voice startles you.

Overwhelming is a cordial way of putting it, you think. “Suffocating might be a better word.” 

He huffs. Not quite a laugh, but a sound of agreement nonetheless. The shadows in the dark corner of the balcony keep you from getting a good look at him. You can only make out a handful of features—a few strands of blonde hair that have gone rogue from the combed, slicked-back style, falling rebelliously in front of his warm eyes. The tan slacks he wears look expensive and pressed, a stark contrast to the wrinkles in his white button-up. The sleeves are rolled casually to his elbows, and the moonlight reflects off the crystal face of his watch. 

There’s something about him that feels…familiar. A strange sort of sameness. And despite the way he exudes the same lavish energy that everyone else at the party does, you can’t help but feel like he’s somehow different than they are. Maybe it’s because you’re seemingly the only two who are struggling to find enjoyment in the reception.

“That bad, hm?” He stands from his seat in the corner and joins you at the railing. Even bent over with his forearms on the stainless steel edge he looms over you; a powerful, menacing presence. A man with an iron grip on control. “Which part, exactly, feels so asphyxiating?”

His voice sends a shiver down your spine. But maybe it’s just the chill in the air. “All of it,” you admit. “The gluttony. The carelessness. Everyone is so out of touch with reality. It’s like they become so absorbed with all the extravagance, they forget most people struggle to make ends meet. Ten minutes out of the city a mother is working eighty hours a week and still having difficulty feeding her children, and they’re drinking bottles of whiskey that cost more than she gets paid in a month.”

Your gaze focuses on his long fingers as he interlocks them together. “You don’t think those with money deserve to enjoy it?”

When you roll your eyes it feels involuntary, like second nature. “There’s a difference between enjoying it and flaunting it. I’ve never met Nanami Kento, but he seems like a real asshole.”

This time he does laugh. And the smile that stretches across his face, revealing a row of perfectly straight, pearly white teeth, is nothing short of debilitating. He’s beautiful, achingly so. And the deep, baritone sound of his laughter stirs something strange and warm in your chest.

You continue, asking, “How much do you think it cost him to host something like this? I mean, all together. The drinks, the food, the pay for the waiters, all of it. Even that ridiculous fucking ice sculpture.” He’s still grinning, and as you animatedly speak you can feel the heavy weight of his stare on the side of your face. It makes your cheeks burn. “My guess? Two million yen. Easily.”

“That seems a bit much,” he says. “It’s not that extravagant, is it? It’s being hosted in his home, after all.”

“Yeah, his penthouse,” you say with disdain. “What’s your guess, then? How much do you think was spent on this asshole’s little soiree?”

He seems to contemplate for several seconds, turning his head to the view of the city. His profile is breathtaking; all chiseled jaw and Greek nose and lush lips. You have to fight the urge to reach out and touch him, to feel the barely-there stubble along his cheek beneath your fingers. “One and half million,” he says.

This time you’re the one who laughs. It’s the first time you’ve done so all night, despite being promised otherwise. “As if that’s any better,” you say. “If he donated even half of what he spent to host a party like this, it could change someone’s life.” 

“I suppose that’s true. But maybe you’re wrong about the reason he’s gone to such extremes. Maybe it’s less about flaunting it and more about filling his home with people. Giving them an excuse to come here.”

“Why would anyone want this many people in their home? Making a mess, pouring their money down the drain? It’s not like this kind of luxury comes easily. He might be an asshole but he’s certainly a hard-working one. Why blow it on something as insignificant as a party?”

His answer comes quickly. “Loneliness.”

He says it with such conviction it’s as if he’s speaking from experience. And you suppose he very well could be. Standing in that crowd, not knowing a single soul apart from the one who’d dragged you here and promptly abandoned you, speaking empty words to people who won’t remember your name tomorrow—it had made you feel lonely, too. Lonely enough to step outside, to find comfort in the quiet as the beautiful man beside you had. “Maybe he should get himself a girlfriend,” you suggest.

“Maybe he should.” The lightheartedness returns to the conversation the second he smiles at you. “Sorry, I didn’t catch your name.”

“That’s because I never gave it to you.” Your teasing seems to please him. 

His stare is intense, flickering between your eyes and the clear gloss on your lips. You want him to lean in and taste the cherry flavor. “What should I call you, then?”

You shrug, turning to face him fully, leaning against the balcony’s steel railing. It brings you just a little closer to him. Close enough to inhale the woodsy scent of his cologne. It makes you feel dizzy, makes you feel drunk. You say, “Whatever you want.” And mean it.

This is dangerous, you know. Standing out here alone with an older man, a stranger to you. Away from any semblance of safety. He could do anything to you right now and you’d have no way of fighting him off. He’s too big, too strong. And the worst part, you think, is that you’d just let it happen. That you wouldn’t even mind.

He reaches out and touches your cheek—a gentle, respectful caress. Despite the innocence, it leaves nothing but sinful thoughts swirling in your head. You lean into his touch, trying to ignore the way goosebumps rise over your skin.

“You’re a strange little girl,” he mutters. His voice slides through your center, sultry and captivating. You’re not sure if he’s complimenting you or not. It feels kind. Affectionate, even. But you can’t fully decide because your brain begins to short-circuit, hung up on the way the words little girl sounds in his tantalizing mouth. 

“Strange is better than boring,” you tell him. 

“You could never be boring.” There’s that conviction again. So sure of himself. Confident, steadfast, and solid. You wonder silently what that must be like.

Since learning you housed a rare ability to use cursed energy, there hasn’t been a single moment where you’re sure of who you are. But…right now, feeling the heat radiate off his skin, you think maybe you know what you want. “You don’t know me.”

“I want to, though.” The response is quick. Final. He presses his palm flat against your jaw, cradling your face, and slides it slowly to the nape of your neck. The friction feels intense. Heightened.

Your breath comes slow and labored, a conscious effort now. And you figure if he can touch you, that you can touch him back. But it’s less for enjoyment and more for necessity as you place a hand against his chest, feeling the softness of his cotton button-up beneath your palm. The way he looks at you makes your knees tremble. And he’s the solid, magnetic force you need to keep yourself upright.

“Pretty dress,” he says. It’s revealing, more so than you’d realized in the dressing room. Low cut and shimmery and pale pink—your favorite color. His warm eyes pierce yours as his free hand comes to your hip, resting against the textured sequins. “Expensive. Indulgent.”

He’s trying to call your bluff, you know. But your dislike for over extravagance is sincere and though he’s shaken your once calm equilibrium, it satisfies you to know he’ll never dissuade you in this singular thing. “I didn’t buy it.”

“No?” He fists the fabric, pulling the already too-short edge up higher. “Who did, then? Your boyfriend?”

My teacher. You don’t have the nerve to say it, though. Don’t have the words, patience, or breath to explain that Gojo gave you his shiny black card and insisted you find something worthy of tonight’s event. You find evasion an easier line of conversation. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”

He fists more of the fabric, hiking it higher—inch by devastating inch. The air is cool against your exposed thigh, but it’s hard to notice. You can’t see or hear or feel anything but the way his deft fingertips stroke the lace edge of your panties, a teasing caress. “How…fortunate.”

Your pulse rings in your ears. Warmth builds between your thighs with the promise of his touch that seems to be all-knowing and omnipresent. He presses into the softness just beneath your navel and you can feel the pressure down to your toes. His presence is somehow even more smothering than the energy inside, but this is…different. Hot.

Every nerve ending in your body flares on edge when he slides his hand between your legs, the pad of his middle finger ghosting over your center. Your lips part and your eyelids flutter closed. Separated by only a thin layer of lace, you can feel the heat of him and have to fight the urge to rock your hips against his hand.  When he speaks, the words come out strained. “I need to know that you want this.”

There’s never been anything you’ve wanted more, you think. And you decide to tell him, to let the honesty bleed through, but then he’s moving his hand again, caressing your pussy with deft fingers. He does it with intention—a meticulous discovery of your body, preserving it forever in memory. It's such an intimate touch that it leaves you feeling open, chafed raw. All you can manage is a meek but resolute nod of your head in answer.

But it’s not enough for him. With such decorum, he says, “Use your words, sweetheart. Please.” It’s so polite it makes you ache.

You have to crane your neck just a little to look him right in the eye, but you do it anyway because you want him to see the truth. Want him to see just how bad you mean it when you say, “I want you.”

The corners of his lips turn up into a sinful smirk. And before you have time to catch your breath, before you can process just how unbearably handsome he looks with the city lights reflected in his honeyed hair, he’s slipping his hand into your panties and finding out for himself just how bad you want him. 

He separates your folds and finds your clit with expert precision, already wet and messy for him. Everywhere, all at once—he’s everywhere. His other hand rests firmly on the back of your neck, his body pressing against yours. He’s all you can see, all you can smell, all you can taste. The moment he begins circling the throbbing bud your spine arches, pleasure filling you with each calculated movement. “Oh, god.”

You spread your legs further for him, allowing even more access. The steel of his silver watch is biting cold against the too-warm inside of your thighs, the only sensation keeping you tethered to the Earth.

But any attempted salvation is shattered to pieces the moment he presses a finger into you, curling upwards as if he has known your body for far longer than just the night. “Fuck—”

“Language,” he quickly chastises. He slides his hand on the back of your neck into your hair and pulls, forcing you to stare up at him. It is so nearly like punishment, except he adds another finger inside you to join the first which feels much closer to a reward. The stretch is bliss, and you can feel your slick dripping down his thick knuckles.

“I’m sorry,” you whimper. And you’re not even sure why, but an apology just feels right. Feels good. But not as good as it feels when he presses hard against that soft spot inside you, quickly finding a rhythm that has sweat beading at your hairline. “I’m sorry,” you say again, because all other words have vacated your brain. 

He quickens the pace, fingers drawing out obscene moans from your chest. You wish he would kiss you. You want to feel the pressure of his lips against yours, want to taste the inside of his mouth. But you can’t bring yourself to ask for it, can’t bring yourself to do anything but watch him watch you. 

There’s this look in his eye that makes your heart stutter in your chest. Like he holds something more than divine in his hands. As if you’re not just some girl at a party but some god-like creature instead. You feel warm under his intensity. Burned. 

And when he speaks, his voice is so sultry and deep that you whimper. “S’that feel good? Right there?”

“Yes, yes—please, don’t stop.” You don’t even recognize your own voice. Can barely hear the way you beg for him over the ringing in your ears, permeated only by the wet sounds of his fingers pumping in and out of you.

It’s rehearsed. Practiced. It takes just seconds before you start to feel yourself pull tight, straining against the unforgiving pace he sets. You're a gasping, desperate mess, and he seems to find such joy in it. Grinning down at you, forearm flexing in exertion, veins protruding from his wrist. He curls his fingers inside of you and positions his thumb so that it passes over your throbbing clit with each stroke. “You’re so pretty,” he says. “Do you know how pretty you are, little girl?”

“I—God—I’m gonna cum, I—”

“Yeah,” he coos, tone affectionate and tender. “I know it. Can feel this sweet pussy squeezing me so tight. She needs it bad, doesn't she? Hm?”

He thrusts his fingers into you hard—once, twice, and then your thighs begin to shake. Your fists tighten, knuckles paling as you grip the soft fabric of his button-up. Your breath gets stuck in your lungs and then it’s all happening at once, pleasure exploding beneath your skin.

You bite back your moans, trying not to think about the throng of the party just inside. Your entire body vibrates beneath his unyielding movements, slick walls squeezing and pulsing around his thick fingers. You don’t tell him but it’s like he just knows. “There you go,” he whispers, pressing his lips into your hair. “That’s it, sweetheart. That’s it. You’re doing so well. Let it happen, jus’ let it happen.”

Earth-shattering. Liquid pools in the palm of his hand and trickles down the inside of your thighs, soaking through the lace fabric, but he keeps you upright on trembling legs. Fucks you through it with those magical fingers of his, and doesn’t stop until tears prick the corners of your eyes. He slows, massaging that sacred spot inside of you just a few times more before slowly sliding his fingers out. When he holds them up between you, shiny and glistening with your slick, you can’t fight off the way your cheeks burn. 

It isn’t until this precise moment that you realize he’s breathing hard, the only chink in his armor of composure thus far. In all your life, in all your experience, it’s never felt quite like that.

Yet still, even more satiated than you’ve ever been, you feel your clit throb as he presses his middle and ring finger into his mouth and sucks them clean. “I…” You what?

Words evade you. You want to tell him how good it was, want to get on your knees and repay the favor, want to tell him your name. But his stare is intense and intimidating and—

The balcony door slides open and you both move quickly—stepping away from each other, smoothing the wrinkles out of your clothes.

Your heart races behind your sternum as Gojo steps out, all-black suit pristine save for the unbuttoned coat. “Nanami! I was just coming to find you to introduce you to our very special student, but it seems you’ve found her all on your own.”

Nanami?

Out of the corner of your eye, you can see him wipe the hand that was inside you seconds ago on the back of his slacks. “Satoru,” he greets cooly.

Suddenly the balcony feels more suffocating than the unruly party inside. For a single second, the thought crosses your mind that you could jump right off the edge of the railing without a moment’s regret.

Gojo shoves his hands into his pockets and speaks with an airy tone, but you can’t hear him over the ringing in your ears.

Kento Nanami. 

The reason you’re here. The man who’d invited you. The man who’s hosting this party.  

Every second that’s passed since you stepped foot onto the balcony flashes through your brain. All the terrible things you’d said about him, every word of agreement he’d uttered back. Every signal, every sign he’d given you to shut the fuck up, and somehow you’d missed every single one and just kept on talking.

Guilt slithers down your spine, settles in your gut, and makes a home inside. You’d meant it, though. Every single word you’d said. But you’d never meant to say it to him, had never intended to be cruel. 

And then you proceeded to let him touch you without an ounce of resistance.

A grade one sorcerer, someone you should be learning from, someone you should revere…and you’d let him stuff you with his fingers before even knowing his fucking name. Begged him for it, even.

He’d licked them clean.

Gojo says your name, pulling you out of your head and back into the conversation. “Are you alright? You seem a bit…out of it.”

“Fine,” you answer too quickly for it to sound convincing. “I’m fine, sorry. It’s just…late. What did you say?” You try to ignore the sticky feeling between your thighs to no avail. 

“We’re going to head back now,” Gojo repeats. “If we stay much later I worry Ijichi might send out a search party for us.”

You’ve never been more ready to leave than you are right this second. You turn to Nanami and nod politely. “It was…uhm. Nice to meet you, sir.”

There’s nothing else to say, so you don’t. Pushing past Gojo and back inside, you weave your way through the moving crowd of people, trying to find the front door. It takes longer than you anticipated, but once you’re walking down the long penthouse hallway to the all-glass elevator you start to feel your shoulders dropping. 

You recognize the pattern of Gojo’s long strides easily, and he catches up to you just as the elevator doors slide open.

Ever the gossip, he’s making insinuations as soon the two of you step inside and begin the timely descent. “That was the most awkward thing I’ve ever witnessed. What the hell happened between you two?”

“Nothing.”

“Right…” 

“I mean it,” you insist. Because you might be older than the other students and Jujutsu High, but the last thing you’d ever want to do is put Nanami in a position to be ridiculed. He didn’t know. And you didn’t, either. “Nothing happened.”

“Oh, okay,” he says, voice holding a sarcastic edge. “Nothing happened. That’s why you had this look on your face like you were trying really hard to make yourself spontaneously combust. Right, right. Sounds like nothing.”

“Sounds like nothing because it was nothing.”

He sighs dramatically, turning to fully face you. “I can keep a secret. You know that. Just tell me now and we never have to talk about it again, I swear.”

You stand stone still, lips sealed firmly shut.

Gojo presses his hands together and juts out his bottom lip, and you wonder how the fuck you’d ended up here. Watching your mentor—a grown man—pout like a child for a scrap of information. 

With a roll of your eyes, you say, “We can stop at that mochi place tonight if you never speak of it again.”

“Deal.”

He stays true to his word, and you stay true to yours. 

When Gojo told you all about it on the way to the party, you’d thought he’d been exaggerating the decadence of the treat, but it truly was the best you’d ever had. You return to the dormitories with kinako dusted fingers, and Gojo doesn’t ask about Nanami again. 

You think, hope, that it’s the end of it. Hope that when you inevitably cross paths with Kento Nanami again, you’ll be able to act professionally. You’ll put this calamity behind you, never to be repeated, and absorb the knowledge he can provide about wielding cursed energy like a blade.

But when you wake up the following morning, Maki’s pounding on your bedroom door, holding a bouquet of white flowers in a pale pink crystalline vase. There’s a white, lace ribbon tied around the center of it with a hand-written note attached. The penmanship is meticulous. Precise. 

It reads, Thank you for the perspective. Apologies for the overindulgence. -K.

Maki’s brows are raised and her eyes are wide. She pushes you back into your room and seals you both inside. “Talk.”

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[cybermannete]

gimme a big boy. - tony (smut)

all i can say about tony is that put me in a room with him and one of us is leaving pregnant.

(contains: heavy smut, straight up porn with no plot im sorry, tony being a rough yet really sweet dom, doggy style, dirty talk.. yeah you know how it goes.)

Tony had reaaaally high stamina. Despite how exhausted your muscles were and how much your cunt screamed from overstimulation, Tony made sure to hold you up, a strong arm around your stomach or massive hands gripping your hips and delivering a smack at your ass once every few thrusts.

You clutched a pillow to yourself, biting into the corner of the fabric as you struggled to keep yourself quiet. Tony was relentless with how he drilled himself into the warm, tight walls of your sopping cunt. He had already came once, deep inside of you. Tony bit his lip as he watched cum squirt and drip out of you.

"Look at that.. couldn't even keep it all in, eh?" He chuckled, leaning forward and cupping your jaw with his hand. You whined, a strangled mewl leaving your throat as he spanked your ass once more. He cooed an "aww" into your ear at your noises, to which he replied. "I know, I know, pretty girl.. you're doing such a good job.. just sit there and keep those pretty lips open so I can hear you."

He was such an ass sometimes.. You remembered how you got here. An argument. It was over something so stupid. You guys never argued over something serious, it was always stupid shit. You had gotten angry, Tony kept being a little shit and pushing your buttons, and now here you were. Letting him fuck the attitude out of you.

His fingers reached down, his finger and thumb lightly pinching and rubbing your clit, which made you grip the sheets of the bed even tighter. Tony will never forget that beautiful sound you made when he did that. The pleasure of his cock throbbing deep in your gummy walls plus him touching you there.. you were certain you were going to cum again any second now.. which time was it? You had no clue. You don't even remember your name or where you were.

"You're so beautiful like this, hon." He whispered into your ear through small grunts and strangled groans as he struggled to maintain his own composure. "You like when I fuck you like this? Touching you, loving on this pretty little cunt?"

He was too good at this.

You nod pathetically, an incoherent babble leaving your lips. Tony kisses your swollen lips in answer, and he sighs. "Such a sweet girl." He then drops his head onto your shoulder, his moans growing louder as you felt his cock twitch. At the same time, your walls were pulsating tightly around him, and your abdomen felt like a rope was being tightened more and more.. "Fuck- Fuck, I'm gonna cum-" He muttered, his grip on you tightening his and fingers on your clit working faster. "Lemme hear you- Lemme hear you baby-"

You toss your head back, your vision growing white and your body growing red hot. You squealed, your legs growing numb as you collapse on the bed. Your breathing was out of control, labored, and you were spent. Tony wasted no time in shushing you, wrapping strong arms around you and pulling you to him. He pressed kisses to your cheek and neck, murmuring soothing and loving things to you as he rode out his own orgasm. He was soft again, in both ways. (Just kidding.)

Tony sighs, a satisfied smile on his face. ".. I love you so much, sweet girl."

[luffington]

meanie ♡

➤ summary: Zoro tests out a remote-controlled vibrator on you in the middle of town. (18+)

➤ pairing: roronoa zoro x afab!reader

➤ word count: 2.6k

➤ warnings: voyeurism, semi-public sex, established relationship, degradation, humiliation, fluff at the end, franky being franky, fem terms for reader

➤ notes: i've been thinking about this concept for MONTHS and i finally got around to writing it! might make a sequel featuring sanji.. who knows :3

NSFW under the break! minors dni thank uuu

“What is it?” You asked after several moments of silence, studying the foreign object your boyfriend had placed in the palm of your hand. Bright blue, shaped like an oversized bullet with a slightly tapered tip, coated with soft silicone. It definitely wasn’t a weapon or a tool. Zoro’s matching remote didn’t provide any clues. 

“Something I asked Franky to make.” Zoro answered smugly but internally cringed at the memory. A few days ago, he had approached the cyborg with bright red cheeks and mumbled his request without making eye contact. Franky simply responded ‘suuuperrr!’, and Zoro was still trying to forget the fact that he already knew how to build it. “Wanna see how it works?”

The remote only had three dark blue buttons: up, down, and power. He pressed the latter and you flinched as the object suddenly sprung to life in your hand, vibrating softly but consistently. “It… vibrates? Okay, but what is it used fo–” It finally clicked in your brain. “Ohhh. Oh, Zoro.” 

He mirrored your knowing smirk with his own. “C’mon, let’s test it out.”

You could barely stand the next morning, wobbling along the deck even though the sea was calm. Nami gave you a suspicious look before announcing that the ship was about to stop at a nearby island for a supply refill. 

Zoro approached you from behind, his muscular body pressed against your back. Breath tickling your ear as he whispered, “Perfect chance to use it again.”

Your eyes widened. “You mean… on the island? In public?”

“What do you think the remote is for?” He frowned. “We talked about this, I thought you were into it. But if you don’t want to…” 

You shook your head — you definitely wanted to. This was a persisting fantasy of yours, something you’d never admitted to your past partners out of embarrassment. But you trusted Zoro more than anyone. However, touching yourself while imagining the thrill of being caught was very different from the impending reality which made your stomach flutter with anxiety. 

“It’s either in town or on the Sunny. Would you rather maybe get caught by strangers or definitely get caught by our friends?” Zoro added with an annoyed expression, “Knowing my luck, that shitty cook would be the first to notice.”

Okay, he had a point. Not just Sanji – getting caught by any of your crewmates would be incredibly awkward. At least you would never see anyone in town again.

So you let Zoro lead you to the men’s quarters, climbing onto his bed as he grabbed the vibrator from his locker. Laughing as he playfully pushed you flat on your back, slotting himself between your legs and easily pulling down your skirt and undies. He ran two fingers up and down your slit before rubbing your clit in small circles. You bit back a moan – this was gonna be a long day. When you were wet enough, Zoro pushed the vibe snugly inside your pussy.

You expected him to keep going and turn it on, maybe let you cum if he was in an especially good mood. But he hopped off the bed, adjusting his rumpled shirt and leaving you to fix your own clothes. “Let’s get going. I need a fucking drink.”

The two of you had been walking around town for nearly a half hour and Zoro hadn’t touched the remote. You passed a bar fifteen minutes ago and he kept walking – he was stalling. Parading you in front of dozens of new faces and leaving you constantly anticipating the vibrations to start. It didn’t help that he kept his hand and the remote in the same pocket of his pants.

A flashy weapons shop caught his eye. He claimed he needed new materials for taking care of his swords, but you didn’t think there was anything wrong with what he had on the ship. You practically clung to him nervously as he wandered around the shop. He occasionally stopped to study items, seeming a little too interested in a sword that was comically worse than his current ones. 

As he picked it up for a closer look, the toy sprung to life inside of your pussy, causing you to squeal in shock. Vibrations sent shivers up your spine, and you felt a fire ignite in your core just as embarrassment burned in your mind. Zoro turned the power up two levels and snickered when you grabbed onto his shirt sleeve to steady yourself. “Careful, babe, there’s a lot of sharp edges around.”

“I know that.” You pressed your forehead against his shoulder and shut your eyes tightly. Unable to do anything besides rub your thighs together. The vibrations weren’t nearly strong enough to make you cum, but they were impossible to ignore. 

“The shopkeeper’s looking at you.” Your boyfriend whispered in a sultry tone. “Bet he wishes you were clinging to him instead. He definitely knows how easy you are. How easy it is to get your slutty cunt soaking wet. You just need a pair of eyes on you, huh?”

“You’re so mean,” you pouted, clenching onto his arm even tighter. Zoro turned up the toy another level and you bit back a moan. You hesitantly turned to look at the shopkeeper, a balding man with beady eyes. He seemed skeptical, not entirely sure what was going on, but his lecherous gaze still moved up and down your body as if he were appraising you. 

“Stop staring at my girlfriend, you goddamn creep.” Zoro suddenly growled and grabbed your hand, quickly moving to the exit as you stumbled behind him. The shopkeeper flushed red and opened his mouth to respond, but Zoro cut him off. “All of your swords are fucking awful.” 

You giggled as the door slammed behind you. “Zoro, if you’re gonna get jealous, why are we doing this?”

“I’m not jealous. I’m showing off what’s mine.” He was right – ‘jealous’ wasn’t the best word to describe him, since you made it clear that he had no competition. ‘Possessive’ was more accurate. He’d been like that since the start of your relationship. Always asking who your pussy belonged to, marking you with bruises and hickies, making you scream his name over and over as he pounded his cock into you. 

Thankfully, you had grown used to the light vibrations after a few minutes – Zoro was kind enough to turn the power level down, but didn’t shut it off. The two of you entered the bar you’d passed earlier, a dark and dingy place with about a dozen people inside.

“Hey!” Luffy’s obscenely loud voice rang throughout the building. He waved you over to where he was sitting, the large table already covered in empty dishes. Your eyes widened and you subtly shook your head at Zoro. The swordsman ignored you and strolled over to the bar counter to order two glasses of sake, leaving you no choice but to sit across from your captain. 

Your boyfriend placed a glass in front of you and moved his chair incredibly close to yours, resting his hand on your bare upper thigh. You shifted in your seat — big mistake. The toy was now pressed against the most sensitive spot inside you. 

“What’ve you guys been doing? Zoro, I thought you’d come straight here,” Luffy asked around a mouthful of food.

Zoro mentioned the shops you stopped by, casually turning the vibrator much higher mid-sentence. You clamped a hand over your mouth just in time to muffle your lewd moan, bending over in surprise as the toy insistently massaged your walls. It simultaneously felt heavenly and sadistic – the unrelenting pressure on your g-spot and Zoro’s big hand tightening on your thigh, clearly satisfied by your response. 

Luffy seemed confused, but Zoro told him that sake doesn’t always sit right with your stomach. Yeah, sure, your glazed over eyes and squirming legs could definitely pass as a stomach ache. Maybe to your oblivious captain, but certainly not to the people around you.

Your boyfriend’s hand moved farther up your leg, sneaking under your skirt to thumb at the waistband of your panties and rub the sensitive skin underneath. The toy got even stronger, probably on its highest setting at this point. Zoro continued his conversation with Luffy without stumbling once, barely glancing at you when you spilled your second round of sake all over your white shirt. 

“What’s wrong with you?” Luffy frowned, leaning across the table to study you closely. You prayed he wouldn’t look down and notice Zoro’s half-hidden hand. “Maybe you should talk to Chopper.”

“No! No Chopper!” You immediately exclaimed, making Zoro chuckle quietly. “I… I mean I’m fine, I’m not sick.”

Your captain hummed in thought, but in typical Luffy fashion, shrugged and said, “Well, whatever.”

Zoro finally turned to look at you with a sly grin. “Why don’t we go to the bathroom to wash off that stain?” You instantly nodded in agreement.

The swordsman shoved you against the wall of a men’s bathroom stall and crashed his lips against yours, devouring your mouth like an animal. One hand held your wrists together above your head and kept you in place as the other trailed across your chest, stopping to squeeze your tits. He delighted in your barely restrained moans and breathy whimpers of his name.

“You have no idea how fucking sexy that was,” he panted against your lips. “You’re so bad at hiding how much of a dirty whore you are for attention. All you need is your cute cunt touched and you’re gone. You probably have no idea where we are right now. The only thing your slutty brain can think about is my cock, right?”

“Yes, fuck, Zoro, I need you so badly.” With a satisfied smirk, he hiked up your skirt and pulled your panties down to your mid-thighs. Unceremoniously pushing two fingers inside your hole to retrieve the vibrator. You were so lucky that the bathroom was empty – the noise you made was unholy. 

“Your panties are fucking soaked,” he snickered, admiring the obvious wet spot on the fabric. But Zoro didn’t turn the toy off, simply turned down the vibrations then reached under your shirt and pressed it against your nipple. You cried out again as he adjusted its position so your bra would keep it firmly in place.

Zoro flipped you around so you were facing the wall. He was right – you were much too cockdrunk (and slightly tipsy on real alcohol) to care about how unhygienic a bar bathroom was. You unconsciously wiggled your hips when you heard the sound of his zipper and felt his hard cock rest on top of your ass. He grabbed your wrists again to keep them firmly pinned behind your back. 

“Don’t even need to prep you, I can just slide right in,” the swordsman chuckled. He rubbed the tip of his cock against your clit teasingly, then shoved his entire length inside you in one rough thrust. You let out a pleased moan, glad that you were finally getting the orgasm you’d been anticipating for at least an hour. Zoro rested his head in the crook of your neck. “You’re so damn loud. We’re still in public, y’know.”

“So shut me up.” You pressed your lips against his again, tongues swirling around each other in a messy dance as he continued to fuck you hard. His cock hit all the right places inside you, the ridges and veins and warmth giving you a more human sense of satisfaction than the electronic toy ever could. It still buzzed away against your nipple, which was almost painfully stiff at that point. Zoro panted heavily against your mouth – riling you up inevitably got him riled up, and he was just as close to hitting his peak as you were.

The bathroom door opened.

Both of you froze. Your entire body went as stiff as a mannequin, too afraid to even breathe. Zoro narrowed his good eye and listened closely to every single footstep, door creak and ruffle of clothes. There were three bathroom stalls, and the stranger was courteous enough to use the one farthest from you, leaving an empty one in between. Once he was sure that the person wasn’t a Straw Hat, Zoro’s hand moved from gripping your ass to cupping your face, silently pushing two fingers between your lips. You gagged around them anxiously.

“Now we really gotta be quiet,” the swordsman whispered directly in your ear. You didn’t have time to question what he meant before he slowly moved his hips back, his dick pulling out of you inch by inch until only the tip was inside of you. He pushed back in just as carefully, the quietest smack of skin as his hips met your ass echoing in your racing mind. The stranger heard it, you knew he heard it. Zoro shifted again and you shook your head in protest, but he just pushed his fingers farther down your throat and continued to fuck you. 

The sound of a toilet flushing made you jump. Zoro’s hips moved in slow circles and grinded his cock against your walls, deep and deliberate. You heard the stranger unlock his stall and turn on the sink outside. If he glanced in the mirror, he would definitely see two pairs of feet pressed together underneath your stall. Your pussy clenched at the thought, causing Zoro to grunt quietly.

As soon as the bathroom door swung closed, Zoro pulled his spit-soaked fingers from your mouth and you gasped for air. “Good little slut listened to me for once,” he chuckled and resumed his previous brutal pace, thick cock filling your cunt so perfectly and prodding at your cervix. 

“Fuck, I’m so close…” You whined, feeling drool drip down your chin.

Zoro promptly reached underneath you to massage your clit. “I’m right there, too, baby. Cum for me.” His words – his permission – brought you over the edge. You saw stars and really tried your best to not let the entire bar hear you. Moments later, thick spurts of cum coated your insides, Zoro biting down on your shoulder to muffle his own satisfied groan. 

You stayed pressed together as you both caught your breath, his cock still snugly inside you. “Zoro, the vibrator–” He had clearly forgotten about it, but there was no way you could ignore the incessant buzzing against your practically numb nipple. He instantly fumbled to grab the remote from his pocket, finally shutting the toy off.

“My fault,” he mumbled apologetically. Letting out a content sigh and wrapping his arms around your waist. “I know I’m an asshole, but, uh, thank you. For being so good to me.”

“You’re not an asshole,” you frowned, gently rubbing the top of his head. “I’m the one who asked for this. I like it when you’re a meanie, and I like that you like it, too.”

He grinned and nuzzled into your touch, prompting you to pull him even closer. “Is there a difference between an asshole and a meanie?”

“Of course. I would never date an asshole. Just a guy who fucks me exactly how I want it.” You giggled to yourself. “We’re going to a clothing store before we leave, by the way. You owe me a new shirt.”

When you exited the bathroom, cheeks still slightly flushed and dry sweat on your temple, Franky had stolen your chair at the table, sitting across from Luffy and chugging a bottle of cola. He spotted you two and immediately gave you a big thumbs up, shouting “Yow!”. Both of you blushed furiously — so much for avoiding getting caught by your crew. Perverts recognized perverts, you supposed. 

[fastest-yeast-in-the-east]

The more I think about it, Midori was kinda an idiot and not even because the players fooled him during the banquet. Midori likes to act powerful and like he's always the one in control, but then you remember his job description is 90% just:

Die

And when you really think about it, it doesn't seem like ASUNARO valued or liked him. I mean, if nothing else, they at least trusted him to go and get all the participants to sign a consent form, which, from what we know, was a pretty important task, but aside from that, ASUNARO really just told him

Like, at least the other floor masters, Miley and Gashu weren't just flat out told to die (Gashu just sorta decided to, anyways). It really makes you wonder how ASUNARO viewed Midori. From what we know, he was originally intended to be a participant himself until he "died", which just further implies that ASUNARO was itching to get rid of him. Who replaced him, if anyone (ASUNARO could have planned for 21 participants, counting Midori, or they replaced him with Kai), is unclear, but if Kai was meant to serve as a substitute for him as ASUNARO's traitor within the participants, and knowing how Kai was considered a non-candidate who wasn't meant to win (and we all know what happens to losers in the death game), it all just heavily supports the idea that ASUNARO wanted nothing more than to kill him off.

If you were working for a company that wanted nothing more than to put you in situations where you were all but guaranteed to die, you wouldn't want to work there anymore, would you? But Midori does. That plus his overwhelming fear of death, makes him look like a really big idiot, and to be honest, I think he may really be one. Sure, he's smart in a lot of ways, being skilled at manipulation and pressing people's buttons, not to mention reprogramming Maple forget her original purpose is to kill him, but he also just couldn't see that his boss clearly had it out for him.

So if they hate him so much, why even hire him? I believe, that in Kai's mini-episode, a silhouetted figure appears whose hair resembles Midori's. This has led many to believe she is Midori's mother (which might explain why he's so screwed up, if he was raised in ASUNARO). If his mom already worked there, and probably outranked Gashu, that could have influenced ASUNARO's decision when it came to employing Midori.

AKA Midori is a nepo-baby.

ASUNARO hired him even though they didn't want to and either his mom didn't actually care that much about him (otherwise she might have objected to the killing of her son) or has retired or died and then ASUNARO had an employee who they don't want nor need. In other words Midori's relationship with his employers is more like

As the only floor master whose death is actively sought out by ASUNARO, Midori might actually be pretty low down on the totem pole, I'd say below the other two floor masters, but just above Ranger and Safalin who aren't really floor masters. Midori clearly doesn't understand that ASUNARO would 100% let him die, seeing as how he pleaded to Meister right before he died. At the end of the day, to them he's just a problem child they can finally do away with. The experiments ASUNARO let him do on other people "until they broke or he got bored" were probably just ASUNARO keeping him entertained to shut him up for a while, more or less treating him like a literal kid.

The more I think about it, ASUNARO clearly values Midori especially little, and it's honestly a little funny to think about. Him and his experiments really just make him the death game equivalent of a tablet kid.

[cinaerii]

LOVEFOOL, a series — nsh. riki x fem!reader

— gamenight date!

✧ syn : in which, you date the most nonchalant boy in your school, yet he’s the opposite with you.

✧ cws & notes : non-idol au! established rls. with riki, typos, grammatical errors, kisses | my humor is not that funny

today was a club day, meaning there is no one running, distinct chatters from students, pulling pranks on one another in the hallway. it was quiet and empty.

everyone is expected to be in their respective club venues, working on projects or practicing for an upcoming competition.

though by the time the bell rang, giving a few seconds to spare before each door of the classrooms burst open with students having their backpacks slung on their shoulder, running out.

it felt like rush hour in the hallways. it was quite the struggle for some people to wait for their friends outside of their venue due to the pushing crowd in front of them.

at least you and your friends avoided the crowd of students, blocking the way.

“guess who was leading our dance practice today..” your friend spoke in a disappointed tone, both of her hands covering her face.

you eagerly shift your attention right away. “the most nonchalant guy i’ve ever met! i was dying of boredom just from his voice.” your friend started to ramble.

“riki?” you mention casually, tucking your hands inside the two empty pockets on your cardigan.

“you sound like you know him, do you?” she asked, a glint of curiosity behind her eyes.

“he’s just a classmate.” well you had to lie for yours and riki’s sake since the two of you decided to keep this relationship private to everyone.

speaking of your boyfriend, you have a scheduled indoor date at his apartment.

###

less than ten steps away from you was riki’s door to his apartment. you knocked once and was about to tap the grayish steel door until someone pulled you inside.

you were greeted with your very tall boyfriend giving you a warm embrace by wrapping his arms around your figure.

your face was buried in his plain and knitted sweater vest yet somewhat cozy. “i bought new games for our nintendo switch.” he tilted his head down to look at you, his eyes glimmering with excitement.

when you were still getting to know riki, he’d always pull out his switch out of the blue and play games freely.

however, by the time you started dating him, he constantly referred his switch as yours and his to share and have date nights at his apartment space.

“comfy?” riki whispered, his hot breath fanning over the side of your neck as he snuggled closer to you.

“mhm, let’s play!” you exclaimed, pressing one of the buttons on your controller to start. “aren’t you forgetting something?” riki spoke quietly.

“after this round, okay? my lips are too cold right now, i’ll warm them up first.” even if the heater was on, it was still freezing cold so you slump under the blankets more.

hearing no response from riki, you took that a yes from him and adjusted the game settings on the screen.

“how many minut—“ you were about to ask him but you were cut off by two pecks on the lips. both of them were so quick for you to process it in your head.

he then blew the top of your lips to hide the huge grin on his face in which he failed to supress his small giggles coming from his lips.

“is it warm enough yet?” riki teased.

“i have a good feeling that i’ll win this race tonight. thank you very much for giving your luck to me.” you returned with a smile on your face, indicating a bit of sarcasm.

“nevermind, take back my kiss right now.” he leaned closer, a push from the back would be enough to close the gap between the two.

“nuh-uh! this is a priced fortune coming from you.” your hands went in the middle of both of your faces, protecting your lips from his.

from supposedly having a game night to having an intense tickle fight.

— end. thank you for reading!

written by; @cinaerri ⋆ do not steal, plagiarize, or translate my work.

[rauferes]

WIP Wednesday

Had a sudden and acute attack of bisexuality, and then got too embarrassed to write the spicy bits. Bon appetit.

***

The Fade is, at times, a strange place. A person does not always step out the same as they went in.

…which does not lessen the shock when the Veilguard passes through one strange little non-Euclidean corner of the Fade and Emmrich emerges with his impeccably tailored clothing suddenly fitting rather differently.

“Uh,” Rook says intelligently, staring at Emmrich’s new and unexpected breasts. Small, of course—he’s still rather lean—but enough to make a tiny gap in the buttons of his shirt. The skin underneath is bare, pale. Rook’s eye snags on a faint freckle—

Rook’s humiliating lapse in control goes unnoticed, thankfully, as Emmrich looks down, frowning thoughtfully, and then turns to look at the rest of their party—Rook, Lucanis, and Bellara are no worse for wear. Lucanis raises his eyebrows, and Bellara’s puzzled expression quickly morphs into avid intellectual curiosity.

“How unexpected,” Emmrich says mildly. “Ideas?”

None of the first thoughts that come to Rook’s mind can be said aloud. Bellara fills the silence eagerly, so excited that she can’t finish one thought without starting three more.

“Maybe it’ll fix itself if you went back in and came out again?” Rook says, stupidly.

Emmrich gives an elegant little shrug, disappearing back into the archway (Rook can’t help but notice the curve of his hips as he goes, what with how snugly his pants now fit there, and that a little change in anatomy has only accentuated an already lovely behind, and Rook hates themself. Just a little bit.)

Rook’s foolish suggestion does not, of course, work. Emmrich emerges the same as before, his impeccable, short hair framing a strangely bare face.

Rook had just managed to get over the flutters in their stomach every time Emmrich smiled. With the changes, it’s like Rook is seeing him for the first time again, and they'll have to start all over. It isn’t fair.

“Well,” Emmrich says, and pauses for a long moment. “I suppose I’ll have to investigate this later. It’s not exactly pressing, at the moment. Shall we?”

They continue on to their mission, Bellara theorizing at full speed the entire time.

Rook spends the entire time feeling all of thirteen again, unable to look away. Every time they break their stare, their eyes slowly creep back again. They could not tell you what they did for the rest of the mission if their life depended on it.

When Rook finds Emmrich poring over texts two nights later, the strange magic still hasn’t worn off. He’s borrowed one of Neve’s shirts, for comfort—buttoned up higher than Neve has ever worn it—but his pants are still his own. Rook has begun to use half their brainpower on keeping their eyes above neck level every time they speak to Emmrich.

“Any progress so far?” Rook asks.

“Inconclusive, still,” Emmrich says. He sighs, pushing his chair back, and stands to stretch his lower back.

…Emmrich’s height hasn’t changed in the least. Rook’s mouth goes too dry to speak.

They don’t manage to straighten their mortified expression before Emmrich catches it.

“Come now, you needn’t be so uncomfortable with me,” Emmrich coaxes. “I’m no different, underneath.”

“Yeah, but you’re so gorgeous that my brain shuts off,” Rook says. They snap their mouth shut, far too late—ugh, case in point.

“I see,” Emmrich says, an amused glint entering his eye.

“Please forget I said that,” Rook groans. “It was out of line, and—”

Their apology dies as Emmrich presses a knuckle under their chin and gently tilts their head up.

“Do I look upset?” Emmrich says lightly.

Rook licks their lips. Emmrich’s gaze drops. He studies Rook’s mouth for several long moments where Rook holds their breath.

“I will admit to a certain… curiosity,” Emmrich says slowly, meeting Rook’s eye again. “The ability to experience another form is a rather impossible exercise, under most circumstances. I wouldn’t wish to impose, but—that is, I wonder if you might be willing to indulge me in—”

“Oh,” Rook interrupts, their brain finally catching up. “Please.”

Emmrich leans in, capturing Rook’s mouth in a deceptively gentle kiss. Deceptive, because wow is he a good kisser. Rook’s hands settle on Emmrich’s hips as they try not to moan.

[asher-agere]

haiihaii…coulds i req lil tsukasa and cg rui headcanonz? : o )

You sure can! Despite Ruikasa being like one of the top ships there’s not much agere content. Like I expected there to be more idk

Little Tsukasa + Caregiver Rui

☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆

ᯓ★ Starting off with age range as usual! I think Tsukasa is a toddler regressor in the 3-5 age range! Very much so a chaos toddler, not as much so as some of the other chaos toddlers I write for, but he’s still up there! He doesn’t really realize he’s being chaotic, his brains just going at light speed and as he tries to keep up it turns chaotic! He’s very very polite though, just a silly little guy :3

⭑ Tsukasa has like 0 volume control or regulation. He’s almost constantly screaming, not on purpose! He doesn’t realize he’s doing it, it just happens (˶˃⤙˂˶) But if Rui gently points it out Tsukasa is like ヾ⁠(˶⁠ ⁠’⁠Ｏ⁠’˶⁠ ⁠)⁠ﾉﾞ‎And he’ll start whispering! To make sure he’s being quiet enough… But also he’s a theater kid and he’s like only capable of stage whispering. I also think when he’s trying to be quiet he like crouches down lower because when you’re performing you display your volume level with your body and he thinks it’ll help! It doesn’t really, but it shows if he’s actively thinking about it or not!

ᯓ★ Pet names before I get a chance to forget! I think the winning pet name, best liked and most used is “Little Star”! Because. I mean look at him. He’s a star ≽^•⩊•^≼ Rui will also use gentle nicknames like “Sweetheart” and Tsukasa loves being praised, so a lot of the time Rui will just use a simple “Good Boy” and Tsukasa is thrilled! I can’t think of any cute pet names Tsukasa would use for Rui though. I feel like he just uses the directors name since he can usually pronounce it alright

⭑ Disney is a goldmine. Like wdym there’s musicals that tell amazing stories while animated cutely with lots of cool merch? That’s like made for Tsukasa. I think he’d really like The Lion King and the Aristocats for the music, which is his favorite part, but he’d like Aladdin for the actual story! Rui would really like the Rescuers beside he likes seeing how the little animals make use of the world around them! It just fascinates him. I’ve also been on a Ghibli kick so Tsukasa likes Ponyo and Rui likes Arriety. Same reason’s basically, Tsukasa just finds it silly and loves the song, Rui is just fascinated

ᯓ★ Tsukasa has the tendency of pushing himself too hard with work, he’s become incredibly skilled at avoiding his regression when he doesn’t want it, however this comes with consequences of course. Tsukasa will get incredibly short tempered if he’s pushing off his regression, he’ll snap and yell at people pretty bad, saying really mean stuff and not apologizing. So Rui keeps a really close eye on him to make sure he’s not neglecting his needs! Tsukasa of course tries to fight it but Rui knows what he’s doing and can get him to slip

⭑ Rui makes so many robots and trinkets for his Little Star! Lots of tiny silly singing robots! He’ll also make ones that can alert Tsukasa of when he’s being loud. He builds Tsukasa an at home stage! Making sure to cushion the ground to be extra soft so that the little one doesn’t hurt himself if he falls! He’ll fill the room with plushies to watch the performance, each of them can make cheering noises at the press of a button. He definitely has like confetti machines built it randomly. Just because why not? It makes for a wonderful celebration!

ᯓ★ The most unhealthy meals ever. Rui and Tsukasa both hate vegetables, so most healthy foods just stopped being an option. But Rui also hates fruit! Most fruits at least. I feel like Tsukasa has to force Rui to eat fruit because he insists that it’s super good! Though a lot of Rui’s issue with fruit is also the texture, so Tsukasa suggests smoothies! Tsukasa would have so much fun yelling along with a blender trust. Like yeah he’s not supposed to yell, but if the blenders yelling then he can to! It’s only fair

⭑ The best pretend players ever! Rui gets the coolest ideas, and Tsukasa is willing to go along with anything! Rui makes up these super cool and intricate stories, and Tsukasa the brave hero can handle anything! Of course all stories are set up with the intention of Tsukasa being the star of the story, victory is always guaranteed for him. But Rui always keeps him on the edge of his seat! Rui makes things feel challenging, so that it actually feels like an accomplishment when Tsukasa completes his goal!

ᯓ★ Bedtime is always a mess of Tsukasa insisting he’s not tired and Rui keeping a yawn counter. The best that can be done is a gentle atmosphere with a nightlight and cozy blankets and a bedtime story! A lot of the time Tsukasa interrupts the story with his own thoughts, but eventually the interruptions stop as he gets more and more sleepy and he’ll fall asleep in Rui’s lap! Another good option is telling him to “play dead” which means lying there with his eyes closed not moving, if he’s already sleepy he will fall asleep like this, especially if Rui pets his hair and whispers gentle praise for his “dead” Little Star

☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆

My inbox has been so weird I hate it. If it weren’t for my inbox I probably would’ve gotten another post up today honestly…

[DNI ID: A light yellow box with a pink border. Tsukasa to the left and a cluster of stars to the right. Pink text reads “DNI if your blog isn’t child safe. I will block NSFW accounts” End ID]

[katuschka]

Blue – Four

Jake Kiszka x reader/f!OC 2.230 words

lovers to enemies to lovers; part four of miniseries

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction, intended for adult readers. Any resemblance to real persons is purely coincidental. Also, if you're under 18, go find some other entertainment elsewhere.

Warnings (are spoilers): hard kisses, hair pulling, light choking, intense lust, very rough blowjob (I apologize if this is not your cuppa tea, but these scenes are necessary for full understanding of Blue's character.), gagging, panic, light sub/dom play, fingering, rimming, tender vaginal sex, angst; this chapter is basically just porn laced with psychoanalysis

Blue Masterlist

It felt as if he had never kissed me before, so urgent that the need to swallow him whole was almost debilitating. I opened my mouth wide like a drowning woman gasping for air, only for him to seal it with his and prevent me from taking that breath. 

Don’t get me wrong, it was still a fight; one which I already lost, because Jake was everywhere again, invading and taking control of all my senses. I was clinging to him for dear life, certain that if he let go of me, I’d fall crumbling on the floor like a pile of withered bones. 

It’s truly a curse to love someone so much that their touch makes you forget about not just the world, but yourself too. All those weeks spent trying to regain it all, he erased them with one flick of his finger.  That’s no longer lust, that’s a primary need. 

The urge to make him feel at least a portion of my desperation was just as strong. He came here to win again, but I would never surrender peacefully, determined to claw and bite my way through this route to hell. My fingernails pressing into the flesh of his upper back made him groan and in response, he forced his leg between my thighs. Our teeth clashed uncomfortably, but neither one cared. Only the necessity to breathe finally made us break the searing kiss, gasping for air. 

“You’re shivering,” he whispered breathlessly against my still parted lips. 

“Fuck off,” I breathed out, my voice trembling. I felt rather than saw his lips stretch in a smile, and I squeezed my eyes shut to keep myself from saying more. Please don’t hurt me. 

He was free to destroy me physically though, and – as if he could read my mind – he grabbed a handful of my hair, forcing my head back to ravage the exposed skin of my throat, turning me into a whimpering mess. “I love being right,” he growled. “You’re desperate for this.” Past the point of trying to argue with him, I arched my back and pressed myself even closer to his exposed chest, rubbing my still clothed clit against his thigh in near desperation. Being close was never enough; I had to have and feel him inside of me again. 

I don’t even know how we got into the living room. I was barely aware of my trembling fingers trying to unbutton his pants while his own were firmly wrapped around my neck as I kept stumbling backwards with him leading the way. I certainly cannot tell how I suddenly ended up on my knees, completely naked and with Jake’s cock deep in my throat, sucking hungrily and getting off on the lewd sounds that kept escaping his own filthy mouth. It’s all in a haze, as if it was me who had been drinking, and not him.

“Oh god, Blue, this is why,” he moaned with his head tilted back. “You’re the queen. No one can compare.”

No one? Really? Pushing my buttons even now? I knew very well what he liked, and if no one else could do that, so why did he let them even try? The new surge of anger made me ravenous, so I withdrew momentarily, only to offer him more of it. If the evening turned out to be a mistake, let him at least remember what he lost. I couldn’t be more ruined than I already was, anyway. Also, the masochist in me simply craved it.

“Shut up and gag me,” I hissed and he awarded me with a look that made my pussy clench around nothing. I had barely enough time to brace myself and place my palms on his thighs before he grabbed my hair with one hand and forced my jaw open again with the other. 

“Alright then, beg for air,” Jake groaned before he showed his dick back inside my mouth, forcing my head down and keeping me there. My throat contracted around him and my whole upper body convulsed. But that was all welcome. Already feeling the onset of endorphin high, I stroked his thigh to let him know I was ok and his grip loosened in acknowledgement for a split second. 

Yanking my head back, he allowed me just enough time to take another deep breath, heaving, before he started fucking my mouth with brutal force. It was my punishment as well as my reward, making me feel both exhilarated and lonely. 

They all needed me for their selfish pleasure, but no one really, truly needed me. 

At least Jake was also giving, making me feel like a queen during those precious moments when I seemed to matter. 

It was just an illusion…

And all of the sudden, I couldn’t take it anymore. No matter how much I tried to relax, my heart rate went through the roof and my throat kept closing on its own, making me gag more than was desirable and sexy. I could already feel bile rising, and with it, fear. Panicking, I patted Jake’s thigh with acute agitation and he pulled out immediately. 

I fell on all four and squeezed my eyes shut, trembling and trying to catch my breath. My head was spinning and the tiny shards that were once my heart were cutting through my insides. I hadn’t felt that way in years. Unwanted, abandoned, sometimes even blamed…

I didn’t notice Jake crouching down next to me until he gently pulled my chin up, urging me to look at him. 

“Blue, hey, what’s go… please tell me those are not real tears.” 

“No,” I lied, whispering. I tried to smile, because it was not his fault, but a sudden sob betrayed me. Jake quickly pulled me in his arms, cradling and rocking me like a babe. And that’s exactly how I felt. Vulnerable and weak.

“I’m so sorry, Blue. I’m an idiot.”

“No,” I repeated. We had done that many times before and I never went to pieces like that. It surprised me too.

The blinding passion that had clouded our minds earlier was suddenly gone, but neither of us wanted the moment to end. We kept sitting there on the floor in the middle of the room with our limbs entangled, like a sculpture or two lost souls. 

I didn’t care how we got there. I didn’t care where we would go from there. Jake was here… and the distance I had really or allegedly kept, all the things he told me, as well as everything that was still left unsaid… it simply did not matter. 

I could not think, only feel. His palm caressing my back; his lips planting gentle kisses on top of my head in between repeated, muffled apologies; his skin, warm and already damp with perspiration, pressed against mine. That was all I could focus on. 

“Will you allow me to make this better?” Jake mumbled in my hair once my heart rate settled down. 

“You can do whatever you want.” 

“No, that’s not how it works, baby,” he huffed in exasperation and wiped the remains of saliva strings from my swollen lips with his thumb. “And not why I’m here. Come on, get up.”

I tried, still clinging to him for support. My knees hurt and my legs were wobbly. Jake slowly helped me on a couch, laying me down on my stomach. “A massage, perhaps?” He asked while running palm up my spine. 

“That’s a bit of a letdown,” I mumbled into a cushion, fighting off a smile. 

A second later, I felt him lean down, his hair tickling the skin of my upper back, before he whispered in my ear: “I didn’t specify where exactly I’m gonna be touching you, you brat. Or with what…”

It started with soft kisses at the nape of my neck and as the tip of his tongue traveled down, I felt him shift and spread my legs apart. “Now… ass up, Blue,” he ordered and bit my left ass cheek to strengthen his point. 

Point taken; I was putty in his hands. 

The said hands grabbed two of the larger cushions and stuffed it between the couch and my lower belly, leaving me completely exposed and completely at his mercy. And he showed none. 

The first slow circle he ran with the tip of his finger around my clit was like an electric shock, and Jake took his time, first gathering enough wetness and then rubbing slowly. “Relax now. Take a deep, grounding breath?”

“Why?”

“Just do it.” I obeyed and he slid two fingers inside me, finding the secret spot immediately. I moaned loudly and he added a third one. It felt great, but still nothing unusual, until…

I barely felt the tip of his tongue at first, but it was still unmistakeable and my initial reaction was just trying to wiggle free from the touch. Not because it was uncomfortable – quite on the contrary – but it was simply beyond intimate. “Shhh, relax,” Jake whispered, trying to hold me in place with his free hand, before he turned his focus back to my butthole. Now I TOTALLY felt it. Soft, less intense than him just eating me out, but surprisingly pleasant. And I could feel it everywhere, like some secret switch that increased the rate of the whole experience. Even the familiar feeling of his fingers inside me suddenly felt brand new.

I yelped, startled by the intensity of this brand new sensation. He had never done this before, at least not in this combination. And not with his tongue. “Oh my god, Jake! Please…,” I panted. 

“Please what?”

“Please don’t stop.” He squeezed my left buttock in response, but my mind was already filtering out everything except his fingers and tongue and the way it made me feel. I buried my face in a cushion to muffle my screams. It felt like… any second now… and then again…

Jake kept me on the verge of orgasm for what felt like several long minutes, and just when I thought I was going to lose my mind, the whole world collapsed around me, making my whole body dissolve into flittery fairy dust. It took another eternity for me to get back to Earth again. 

By that time, Jake was already hovering above me once again and could feel his hot breath against my earlobe before he swept my dishevelled hair behind it and kissed my neck tenderly. 

I was suddenly acutely aware of his hard cock pressing against my entrance, hesitating. “How are you feeling?” he mumbled with his lips still pressed against my skin and I could feel them stretch into a smile, because he already knew the answer. 

“Could be better,” I chuckled breathily. 

“Really? I still haven’t cast that brat outta you? Well that’s not good. Would you, perhaps, let me make you feel even better then?”

Instead of responding, I reached behind to grab his ass and urged him to fill me up. We both gasped when he did and he bit the tender skin of my shoulder blade to muffle his moan. 

“Be loud, Jake,” I whimpered and he followed suit. 

Who would have thought just half an hour ago when we were biting our lips and moaning into each other’s mouths hungrily, that the night would end like this. Rocking slowly and in synchrony with our breathing patterns, as if we had all the time in the world, because we were alone in it. I truly believed that, even if just for a while. Jake kept kissing my cheek the whole time, and I would have cried if I wasn’t weeping already on and around his dick. 

He had been tender with me before, but never like this, and when I came for the second time, it wasn’t explosive; it felt like melting into him. 

It took him just a moment to join me, shaking and whispering my name. 

When it was over, neither moved for a while, until the silence grew loud. “Jake?” I whispered at last. 

“Hmm?”

“What did we do?” 

He exhaled raggedly and I felt him shift and pull his softening cock out of me carefully. “Do you want me to bring you a towel?” His voice was soft, but strangely muffled. It was also not the response I hoped for…

“No.” I slowly scrambled back on my feet and excused myself to use the bathroom as the feeling of abandonment came slowly creeping back. And if I couldn’t escape it, at least I didn’t want to be seen. But he called after me. 

“Blue?”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t be too long. Let’s talk about it.” He smiled softly, albeit reluctantly, but it DID reach his eyes, so I reciprocated. 

When I came back, I heard him talking on the phone with someone. The anger and annoyance in his tone startled me, so I hid behind the door frame. 

“…no… at Blue’s… listen, I can’t really talk now… uh..yeah, we did…,” he sighed.  “… Stop. I know… for fuck’s sake, Josh! I KNOW!... but it’s my mistake!”

He didn’t get the chance to finish the call. He barely had enough time to put on the discarded clothes that I kept throwing at him. “A mistake, huh?!?! Yeah, it truly was, you fucking asshole!” 

“Listen, Blue… no… this…”

“Get out of my house! GET! OUT!”

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[1lenii]

FAOTP, FaceTime!

E42!Miles x F!Reader

Basically what the title says

Falling asleep on the phone with Miles(works for both miles, I’m not picky 🥰

PLEASE TELL ME YA SEE WHAT I DID WITH THE PICTURE 🙏🏽 and maybe in the fic itself;)

I present the inspiration for this fic!!

Enjoy loves⭐️

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“Cmon Ma, I promise it’ll be fun”

(Y/N) listens to Miles beg for the one chance opportunity as well as hearing the aggressive pressing of buttons on the controller he was holding.

Falling asleep on call.

(Y/N) isn’t opposed to the idea, if anything she’s all for it. Except for one factor.. Miles snores and more often then not when he’s over it disturbs (Y/N) beauty sleep.

“Miles..no”

Still considering the idea (Y/N) responds nonetheless

“Why~?”

“Cause you snore.. like really loud”

“Nuh uh, do not”

“Do too, I’ll tell you what. You get what you want if we make a deal”

Miles eyes her through his screen skeptical. Now twisting his off his headset and untangling the wire from from one of his twin braids shaking it loose, taking the phone which was propped up on the console.

“‘Nd that would be?”

“Cant flake out on our study dates”

“Pero ma eso no—”

“No buts. We’ve been over this” (Y/N) cuts him off with a click of her tongue

“Fine princesa, You have a deal” he smirks at the screen already getting ready to head to his bed

(Y/N) doing the same.

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(Y/N) was dosing off as Miles passionately expresses about his art, and graphite and how he almost got caught cause his dad wasn’t in duty, instead was at a trip with his mom to San Juan. (🇵🇷)

Miles noticed this

“Hey mami”

(Y/N) takes a few seconds to process with her tired mind and responds with a faint ‘mhm’

“You tired?”

“No no not At all keep going, I enjoy your rambling”

(Y/N) tries to open her eyes completely, even with her futile attempt they go back to the siren shape from when she tired. Miles took a quick screen shot, one where (Y/N) did not notice.

Miles stopped for second to take in the sight of his lover. Shoulder cover in a thick warm comforter, the squeezed peluche under her hold peaking out from between her phone and the herself. And the faint light of her skin glowing in oppose to the light the is emiting

Right when Miles is about to continue his story he hears soft snores. Softly smiling to himself as he watches you sleep.

(I would assume due to Spiderman/prowler duties he doesn’t get much sleep so he’s able to stay up late)

Miles enjoys the moment as an idea pops into his head. He slowly shuffles to grab his phone pressing the + volume and turn off button and starts spamming screenshots of (Y/N) sleeping face to later set as a his Lock Screen.

Sooner or later Miles dozes off muting himself for the upcoming alarm in the morning set for 8:00 am (hate the am like not even tryna quote hobie anymore in really hate waking up early)

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Miles wakes up gets ready to head out, and do his Mile errands while also stopping by (Y/N) dorm delivering her groceries as she usually forgets leaving her to crash at his due to the lack of snacks and food.

He inserts the keycard to enter, now leaving the groceries on the counter as well as his phone and keys to find (Y/N) now exiting her room.

“Goodmorning princess”

“Morning” (Y/N) strutted over to the counter sliding Miles phone from it previous spout while Miles puts away the groceries he got earlier.

“Miles. Que diablo is this.”

“What? You want me to leave my girl starving?”

Miles looks over his shoulder knowing that’s not what his lover meant, just to see (Y/N) on his phone.

Opening the phone with her Face ID, she’s stares wide eyed at the phone, a picture taken back when she was barely awake last night

“Last time falling asleep on the phone with you Morales”

(Y/N) hops outta her seat at the counter heading back to her room, mumbling a bunch of i hate you’s and never again’a

Miles closes the cabinet laughing while trailing after his girlfriend

The phone all forgotten about.

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[pedroshotwifey]

Christmas Countdown Day 16 - Dieter Bravo

Careful What You Wish For

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x GN!reader

Word count: 1.1k

Tags/Warnings: no use of y/n, gender neutral reader, no description of reader other than that they have hair, established relationship, public teasing, oral sex (m), public sex (kinda), sex toys (vibrator), allusions to piv sex, stuff I'm forgetting

Summary: You help Dieter indulge in one of his fantasies

A/N: Sorry this is late, y'all. Tmw's should be on time if that's any consolation. I like this one for the most part, but I feel like my Dieter could be improved. Please let me know if y'all have any tips on that!

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“Alright, how does that feel, baby?” you ask Dieter as you finish adjusting his pants. You look up at him from where you kneel in front of him to watch the blush creep up his cheeks. 

“Good,” he says, avoiding eye contact. You just smirk, knowing full and well that he still wants this, that he had begged you for it last night. When he had been balls deep inside of you, spilling all of his fantasies. 

This one had almost surprised you, but you had to remind yourself that this is Dieter, after all. Rambling about how much it turns him on when you tease him in public, he had told you about a video he saw recently. 

It was of a girl who had gone shopping with her boyfriend. Her boyfriend who held a controller which was connected to the vibrator tucked in her panties. He had whined into your ear as he spilled into you, how much he wished that could have been him. 

Well, lucky him for dating you. 

Thanks to you, he now stands backstage, a remote-controlled vibrator tucked in his pants as he waits for his premier to start. 

“You sure you still want this, baby,” you ask him, just to make sure. He looks you in your eyes now, nodding as he licks his lips. He looks so handsome in his outfit tonight, the color of his suit complementing his scruffy grayish hair. 

You don’t look so bad yourself, donned in an outfit to match his. It makes you feel so special when his dressers plan it out like that, giving you a look that is guaranteed to let everyone know who your boyfriend came with. 

Just then, one of the staff comes around the corner to let the two of you know that it’s almost time to go. 

Dieter quickly snaps out of his trance, slipping back into his usual confident persona as he steps forward and takes your hand. He falls in step behind the employee and lets her lead you out to the carpet. 

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It’s about half-way through the night, and you can tell Dieter’s getting nervous. You’ve decided to make him sweat it a bit, and it’s working wonderfully. He keeps glancing your way, probably wondering why you haven’t made a move yet. 

It's only when what must be the dozenth reporter walks up to him, that you finally decide it's time to play. You reach for the controller and turn it on so that it will connect to its counterpart. You can tell when it does by the way Dieter jumps slightly and stumbles over a word. 

The connection only provides a small buzz, and you bite down on your lip to cover your smile as you realize how much fun this is going to be. Dieter places a hand on the small of your back as if to steady himself. 

You press another button, this one to get a steady vibration going. You only turn it up to the lowest setting. His breath hitches beside you and you look down at his crotch to see a slight tent forming in his pants as the toy begins to work over his most sensitive spots. 

“Everything alright, babe?” you ask as the interviewer jots something obnoxious down on his notepad. 

Dieter turns his head to look at you, his gaze pleading both for more and for this to stop. Of course, one wins out the other by a landslide. 

He nods at you before smiling and giving you a quick peck on the cheek. 

You only let him warm up for a minute before you turn the dial up twice more. Dieter gulps and coughs to conceal a moan, excusing himself with embarrassment. 

He answers the interviewer's remaining questions the best he can, but half of them come out shaky and the other ones dont make sense.

After two more questions, the two of you are left alone again. 

“You’re fucking k-killing me,” Dieter whispers harshly into your ear. “Fighting for my damn life trying not to stick my hands down my pants.” 

“Aw, poor baby,” you taunt. He gives you a stern look, but it quickly fades away as you turn up the vibrations again. This time, a moan slips out, and Dieter’s unbelievably grateful that nobody was close enough to hear it. 

His knees buckle slightly as you smirk at him mischievously. You watch his eyes dart around until they land on an entrance leading to a closet near backstage. He takes your hand without another thought and pulls you with him.  

As soon as the doors shut behind you, you’re all over each other. Your lips crash together, both of you quickly running out of breath as you swallow his moans. 

You know you don’t have much time before someone comes looking, so you quickly descend to your knees and unzip Dieter’s pants. His cock springs free as you tug the band of his boxers down. If there was a light in this too-small closet, you would be able to see the way it’s already red from so much teasing. 

Dieter moans as you grasp his throbbing  dick, feeling the vibrator against your hand. The added pressure makes the vibrations so much stronger against him, and he threads a hand through your hair for purchase as he almost keels over. 

You pump him a few times as you turn up the vibrations to max, feeling his pre-cum dribble down his shaft. Dieter pants loudly between moans at the intense sensation, already close to coming. 

“God, feels so f-fucking good,” he whines. “Please let me come,” he begins to beg you. 

“I know, I’ve got you, Dee. Don’t worry.” 

With that, you suddenly take his tip into your mouth, suctioning his sensitive head. He groans as you do so, and you can tell you’ve only got a few seconds before he busts. 

You move your head, taking more of him into you until he touches your throat. As soon as he does, you feel his grip tighten in your hair as he spills into you, moaning obscenities the entire time. 

You swallow up every drop, milking his cock as he empties his balls. Once every drop has gone down, you gently pull off of him and turn the vibrator down to the lowest setting again. 

His hips buck at the oversensitivity as he whines. 

“Ah! Fu-why–”

“Never said I was done, babe,” you say, letting your hand run along his dick as you stand back up. Dieter feels his face growing hot as he gapes at you in the dark, feeling you zip him back up with the toy still in place. 

You can feel his shocked gaze on you even without a light, and you shrug. 

“Careful what you wish for.”

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PALADIN | Adrianos, Quincy, Marr, and Reaver

He had dark hair, neatly groomed, and broad shoulders. He wore a shirt and tie, slacks, and a brown jacket, polished shoes. He reminded Chelsea of the math teacher she'd had in Junior High, the one everyone secretly feared. No one ever cheated in his class. Only her teacher never carried a knife at his belt. "Adrianos Nephus, you are under arrest," Ferric called across the hangar. Adrianos Nephus. The man who ran the Syndicate. Even without Ferric's confirmation, she thought she knew. "You haven't the authority for that, I'm afraid," Adrianos said. His voice was smooth and bitter. "Run now and I may just forget this little interference."

Name: Adrianos Nephus

Birthday: September 12, 1973

Age: 51

Home: Chicago, Illinois; Earth

Personality Type: ESTJ-A

Cunning and ruthless, Adrianos founded the Syndicate in his home city of Chicago where he made his money through the sale of illegal drugs and weapons. But even becoming a wealthy crime boss wasn't enough to satisfy his ambition so when he discovered a portal to another world, what he saw was an opportunity to expand his empire.

This has led to him influencing the outcomes of various conflicts in the Big Civ as well as making powerful enemies. But he's a man who believes in maintaining power and control and he's willing to do anything to get it, even if it means sacrificing his own family for it.

"You'll want to watch yourselves," Quincy said. "Arla Swin may have been running the show on Autolk, but Adrianos Nephus is the one calling the shots. And you do not want him as an enemy. I recommend you back off." Shay's expression hardened just a little as if he recognized the name. "You'll never get the full picture from a guy like me," Quincy said. "He knows better than that." Shay grunted and backed away from the table. "In that case, we'll just keep you here a while. They won't miss you." He opened the door, nodding for Chelsea to go through first. "Oh, and you're wrong about what you said. Adrianos Nephus doesn't want me as an enemy."

Name: Quincy Reid

Birthday: May 22, 1990

Age: 34

Home: Sable, Utah; Earth

Personality Type: ESTP-T

Quincy is very much a product of his environment. He ran with the wrong crowd, made the wrong decisions, and simply ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time. Growing up, he idolized his brother, who himself wasn't a great influence, and he has a tendency to give in to peer pressure. When his brother started a family and attempted to get his life together, Quincy felt left behind and betrayed, which was how Adrianos found him and how he ended up working for the Syndicate.

More concerned with just keeping his head down and doing what he's told, Quincy is content to stay within this comfort zone. But as circumstances change, he'll have to decide whether to stick with it or try and repair his damaged but not permanently broken moral compass.

"You are too late. You have lost. The dragons are being returned home," Voh said, much too brave considering the circumstances. Chelsea wished she were half that brave. "This isn't about the dragons," Marr said. "It's about you now. You're a loose end and Nephus doesn't like loose ends." He adjusted the black gloves on his hands, casually. "So you're just going to kill us?" Chelsea asked. Marr pressed a button on something strapped to his wrist. "That's the plan."

Name: Marr

Birthday: January 18, 1981

Age: 43

Home: Hnavah

Personality Type: ISTJ-A

Having grown up in the blood dens of Hnavah, Marr learned from an early age that the only way to the top is by destroying the competition. To gain his patron's favor--and the food and protection that comes with it--Marr built himself into someone to be feared, someone brutal and merciless and not worth crossing. It served him well on Hnavah and when he finally escaped the cesspit that is the Hvroivian homeworld, that brutality was the only skill he had.

Adrianos hired him to work for the Syndicate specifically for this skill, which he puts to use against Adrianos' enemies. It's earned him a fearsome reputation which is just fine by him. As long as he is something to fear, he will always be safe.

"It's in our heads," Reaver said simply. "Whatever it showed Quincy was to the south and made him want to run away from it. What I'm seeing now is to the north and I'm compelled to approach it." "What do you see?" "It's..." Reaver hesitated. "Just someone I failed to protect. It doesn't matter. It's not real. I suggest we veer south." Chelsea looked where Reaver's gun was pointing but saw nothing. Marr looked too and fired a shot in that direction. "You won't hit it," Reaver said. "Just keep going."

Name: Reaver 20-309

Birthday: June 30, 1987

Age: 37

Home: N/A

Personality Type: ISTJ-T

Reaver model synths were designed and mass-produced for war. Reaver 20-309 served in several conflicts as a sniper. Like all Reavers, he was designed with minimal empathy and excellent situational awareness as well as strength, quick reflexes, and a number of combat styles. Considered dangerous to the general public, it is necessary to destroy Reavers once they are no longer needed. However, Reaver 20-309 was instead stolen and sold on the black market which is how he ended up in the Syndicate.

He knows he's not a person, but a tool and does Adrianos' dirty work because that was how he was programmed to be. He absolutely cannot allow himself to feel for any of the Syndicate's victims and he especially cannot consider any of them friends.

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"You have brothers? That's cool...having siblings to play videogames with, I mean." Rudy had been an only child, so a large part of growing up was learning to manage by himself; he had no older siblings to guide or protect him. All the focus (or the worst of it) was on him, and it felt like he was constantly under a harsh spotlight. There were times, whilst in school, when his classmates spoke about their brothers or sisters, young Ivo found himself becoming jealous. He was missing out on core memories and experiences, from the shared chaos to harmless fights, to bonding over activities and laughing about them later. It was yet another thing that was stolen away from him. Sometimes, he wondered whether life might have turned out differently with a sibling. Those painful moments, holed up in his bedroom with a fresh mark, might have been made easier with a comforting presence. Somebody who understood what he was going through, perhaps even provide a barrier between himself and the man who was supposed to love him. But instead, he was forced to be his own protector, because nobody was going to save him, otherwise.

"Those are pretty wicked games. Played a bit of Mario and Kong, but I preferred faster paced games, because they helped me concentrate, didn't they?" Anything slower and the vampire was sure to lose focus, drifting off to something else that seemed way more exciting. His thoughts were sporadic, never settling on one thing at a time, which is why school was a nightmare for him. It was always sit still, keep quiet, and get on with the work! But he found it impossible to focus on the textbooks (the words jumping around and getting jumbled up inside his mind), often fidgeting and bothering the other students, before eventually being sent directly to the headmaster's office for a stern telling off. Back then, they stamped his personal record with 'disruptive student', not knowing the appropriate term for what he had during the 70s. He never received a diagnosis, and even he was unaware of it, but if Rudy was assessed today, there was no doubt that he'd have dyslexia and ADHD.

"I bet you have so much fun workin' here, right? You have all these games to try out! I'd never get anythin' done, honestly." There were numerous titles on the shelves, rows upon rows of colourful cases that seemed endless. It was nothing like when he was growing up, with only a handful of videogames to choose from, especially since the technology was still being developed. He was amazed to see how far everything had come, even more so as Russell took over from the controller and began slowly walking him through the game, explaining the mechanics of each button. They made sense now. But the vampire still believed there were far too many, watching intently as the other male navigated the game with ease, barely even glancing down to see what he was pressing. It was super impressive. He must have noticed the bewildered expression as his face after suggesting a visual guide to place on the wall nearby, and Rudy laughed, knowing full well that he would need it.

"That'd be brills, mate. I'm tryin' to keep up, but I think that guide will help a lot, yeah?" And so he accepted it, waiting until Russ had placed it on the wall where he could clearly see it, before taking back the controller and deciding to have a go for himself. He started off horrendously, spending most of the time finding the correct button than actually getting anywhere in the game, but eventually, with a bit more practice, Rudy quickly grasped the controls. It was a true nostalgia kick, and the smile never left his face as he participated in multiple races, even coming first in a few of them. He was transported back to a time where he could forget the world, ignoring whatever Hell awaited him back home, and simply lose himself in a completely different universe. It was only when the last race had finished, and the corner of his screen displayed the time, that he realised how long he'd been playing for. Shit!

"I think I'll leave it here, Russ! Had a lot of fun, didn't I? But you've been up a while, haven't you, so I should really let you sleep." Chuckling, the vampire scrolled through the main screen and managed to find an option to switch the console off, before placing the controller back on the shelf. With a crooked grin, he reached down to pick up his cloth bag, his baseball bat already secured around his torso, and tossed it over his shoulder. As much as he wanted to continue playing videogames, there were plenty of other opportunities...he hoped. He wanted to keep in touch, but it was whether or not Russell was enthusiastic about seeing somebody like him again, especially after making a mess of his workplace floor.

"Do you live far, Russ? It's pretty late, so I can walk with you, if you want?" He'd feel better knowing that the other male was home safe, especially after what happened in the alleyway.

"No, no, you're, you're fine, don't, don't worry," Russell said. He had felt the need to explain just so Rudy would release he hadn't hurt him, "Just uh, heh, old, old habits die, die hard. You, you didn't do, do any-anything wrong. It's, it's just something I, I gotta work on."

But there was guilt in Russell's eyes when he saw that Rudy had no idea what to do in response to that, and now seemed concerned about giving another friendly gesture. Russell really did have to get better about that response.

But talking about games and the consoles seemed like a good way to move on from that particular topic. Rudy didn't need to be burdened with Russell's past experiences. The vampire had had a rough night and being able to relax a little after such an ordeal would most likely be better than Russell being a downer.

He wondered for a moment if he should have slowed down just a little, but then he realised that Rudy had appeared to have become intrigued at the idea of a racing game.

"Oh, my, my, my brother loved, loved playing Pole Pos-Position, well, both, both my, my oldest brothers did," Russell said, "But then Lew-Lewis moved, moved onto games like, like Pitfall and, and Donkey Kong, and, and the Mario Bros games when, when the NES came, came out. But Martin is, is still great at, at F-Ze-Zero and, an Excitebike and, and Super, Super Mario Kart."

As he spoke, Russell got the Xbox booted up and into the menu, before he choose Forza Horizon 5.

"Oh no, no problem," Russell said, "So you see, if you just press this, this one..."

Russell went through the button presses step by step, just so Rudy could listen and then try for himself. He explained that there was a button to accelerate and to brake, and you used the thumb stick to steer through the environment for the most part, as well as navigate through menus.

"If, if you like, my, my boss and I made, made control graphics. It's a, a pic of the, the buttons for, for each controller and, and where. You, you hang them up nearby so, so you don't have to, to keep looking down at the, the controller," Russell suggested, "And I, I find once you, you play around a, a little bit, it, it just gets easier to, to work out what, what you're doing. But the, the main thing is, is having fun."

[slamminslamminmcgill]

brother i swear to you your saul/reader fics got me creaming for my life I've never been fed this well ever in my entire life. may i make a request/suggestion? I'd kill for you to write some overstimulation involving one of those remote controlled vibrators while on working hours, that shit would slap so hard from you omfg

hi!!! hope ur ok w/ a drabble for now :3

You swore one of these days you were gonna look for a new job. 

Today was not that day. You had left work yesterday carrying a delicately wrapped gift box, courtesy of your boss, who told you very specifically not to open it until you were home. And that you were to come in to work the next day wearing it. You remembered being flattered by his generosity, excited all the way home about what it could’ve possibly been. 

And then you opened the box and remembered your boss was a gigantic pervert. 

Still, you figured you didn’t fare much better, especially since you were the one standing outside your job with a vibrator inside you. It was off, thank god. You considered it a stroke of luck when you realized you had no idea how to turn it on. You fished your phone out of your pocket, about to text him that you were outside, when the front door swung open.

Saul Goodman was there to greet you with a shit-eating grin. “Right on time, kid! Come on in.” He was as giddy as a kid on Christmas, and it was fucking irritating. You thought about the pros and cons of cold-cocking him in his smug face, but figured great sex and steady income were worthwhile rewards of being his sexual guinea pig.

He pushed open the doors to his office, beckoning you inside. When you entered, he grabbed your wrist and pinned you to one of the columns. You were understandably caught off guard, which he saw as the perfect opportunity to start kissing and sucking your neck. His other hand wasted no time in getting to your crotch. He pulled away to ask you, “So… did you follow my instructions?”

You yelped, your mind racing to find the answer to his question. “Yes, sir. It’s… it’s inside.”

He pressed two fingers down hard against your clothed sex, searching for the toy. He gasped in delight when he felt it. “Good boy. Can I see?” He asked, letting go of you and stepping back.

He had you trained so perfectly. The second his hands left your body, you were scrambling to undo your belt. You slid your pants off and braced yourself against the marble before spreading your legs. Between them was a hot pink vibrator nestled inside you, just barely touching you where you needed it.

Saul gave a wolf whistle at the sight of you. “God, I knew this was a good idea. Though, just one more thing…” He reached into his pocket and grabbed some small plastic thing. You couldn’t quite tell what it was, but you figured it out seconds later.

He clicked a button and the device ignited inside you. Your knees buckled and you grabbed the column for support, already a whimpering, disheveled mess. Just how he liked you. He stepped closer to you, forcing his leg in between yours to keep you upright, and grabbed your chin.

“Look at me,” The command made you feel even weaker than you already were, “Here’s how today’s gonna go. We’re gonna have all our scheduled meetings in the morning. Then we break for lunch, and do walk-ins after. Regular day, right? Except you’re gonna keep that toy inside you the whole time. And you’re gonna do exactly what I say, when I say it. Understand?”

You nodded frantically. Verbal confirmation would have taken too much brain power.

Saul was not impressed. You knew he expected a verbal answer. “Hm. You wanna act like a brat today? Fine,” He tapped the up button on the remote a few times, and the vibrations grew stronger. You shrieked, back arching, knees buckling, your body practically liquifying but for his firm grip keeping you up. “Act like a brat all you want. But I’m in control here, and I’m not gonna let you forget it.” He turned the vibrator up to its max level. “Now I’m gonna ask you again. Do you understand?”

“Yes!” You cried, already on the precipice of an orgasm not 5 minutes into your shift. “Yes, fuck! Yes, Mr. Goodman! I understand!”

“Good boy,” Saul answered, clicking the vibrator off and letting you go. You whined at the lack of closure. He’d snuffed out your flame before it barely got to burn. “Get dressed. First client is gonna be here in a minute.”

You couldn’t even do that in peace. When you bent over to pick up your clothes, Saul flicked the vibrator on and off a few times just to watch your body jolt in response, laughing to himself each time he did it.

This was gonna be a long day.

[fandom-lover20]

Since We Were Fifteen

Warnings: Fluff, Chase being cute, that's pretty much it Request: My God! Do you write about Chase Davenport? Can I send a request PLEASE? I love the kisses prompts and I wanted to use them I think they complete each other but you're free to let any out: An accidental brush of the lips followed by a pause and going back for another, A kiss so passionate, so perfect - that after they part neither can open their eyes for a few moments afterwards + Small kisses littered across the face Notes: I think this is good. Sorry it took a while. I keep forgetting about my asks.

When Chase Davenport looked at you all he could think of was perfection and love. It’s all he’s ever though of since the two of you met when you were both twelve. You had first been playing with Bree, doing gymnastics at one point when Big D had allowed them a few minutes in a back garden for fresh air where you had crawled through a gate at which point Big D decided you could join them every once and a while but only outside and you weren’t allowed inside until Leo and his mother, Donald’s new wife, Tasha had found out at which point you found out all of it as well and were allowed to come over.

That was nearly three years ago now, Chase was the youngest and he’d finished high school by now, so had Bree and even Adam, you’d given him the benefit of the doubt and helped him with his learning a little bit. One day a week, you’d help him with a few subjects.

It was actually how Chase became a bit more interested in you. When he saw how selfless you were and the way you always had patience for Adam, you became that much more perfect and loveable.

At the moment you and Chase were sat next to each other on the comfy red couch in the living room.

“Great, just the two I’m looking for,” Mr Davenport announced, walking in.

Chase looked up from the electrical engineering book in his hand while you didn’t look up from your phone with your headphones on. Chase gently nudged your arm getting you to look up before looking at Davenport. You looked back down at your phone and paused the music before looking back up at them.

“Yes?” you asked.

“I need the two of you to make a program for my jet-pack. To give me more information on my goggles.”

“Yeah, we can do that,” you nodded, the headphones moving slightly as they were around you neck.

“Yeah, that’s no problem, Mr Davenport,” Chase nodded as well, being the first to stand up.

“Great, thanks.”

The two of you had now been working for around three and a half hours as the tech had more complicated than either of you remembered.

“Okay, if I make it route the message through here,” you trailed off, dragging your finger along the screen to change the path before pressing the test button.

Both of you eagerly waiting for the result when all the information lit up from the goggles projecting in the air.

The two of you cheered at the success before looking to each other, grinning.

As the two of you leant against the computer in the middle of the lab and were looking into each other’s eyes, neither of you noticed a blinking red light at the top of one of the Eddie control panels.

The two of you were too lost in the other’s eyes before glancing to the other’s lips and back up again.

Chase was the first to lean in then you followed his lead so that your noses were side by side at the tip. Chase’s head accidentally tilted back so that his lips brushed against yours. Both of you froze before the two of you went for it, dropping the tablet on the counter and grabbing the other’s face as you pulled the other in for a kiss.

You lips moulded together almost perfectly as you tried not to pull away for breath but eventually both of you had too. When the two of you finally pulled apart your foreheads were resting against each other as your eyes remained closed. The two of you eventually gathered the courage to pull apart so that your could see the other’s entire face. “You feel the same?” he asked.

“I’ve been in love with you since we were fifteen, Chase.”

Your words brought a bright, wide grin to Chase’s face as he leant in to kiss you again. Your lips staying together for nearly a minutes before you moved to kiss the corner of his lips, his jaw, near his ear, his cheek, the tip of his nose which made him breathe out a laugh before kissing his forehead.

“I’ve only got you beat by a couple extra years,” said Chase.

You looked at him with a curious look on your face. “How long have you like me?”

“Since April 28th when we were twelve.”

The curious look was replaced with a shocked look but with love evident in your eyes. “That was the day we met.”

He hummed.

“Have you two finished that program yet?”

The two of you whirled around to the doors to see Mr Davenport walking in, looking at the two of you before having a split second of realisation on his face.

“Just about. We have a couple modifications to make but it won’t take longer than half an hour.”

Big D looks at you and nods before asking for it to be quick and walking out.

The two of you look back at each other before laughing and deciding to hurry up and finish the program so you could have some time alone where you could do whatever you wanted.

In the kitchen, Bree and Leo were sat at the breakfast bar, smiling down at the tablet that was on a stand, having been watching the whole thing.

“Took them long enough,” Bree turned to look at her little brother.

“You’re telling me, speedy,” Leo smiled, walking off to his room to play the new game you had bought him the other day.

[arobinwithoutbatman]

The way Tim lit up was almost child like. His smile grew bigger as he flipped his notebook open to some of the earlier equations and photos of his early attempts.

"Basic idea is to somehow either bend or refract light so that an onlooker will see the surroundings instead of me. Which means we're wandering into physics territory and why I wanted you and your mathlete brain to check my work. I'm still deciding if it would be better to install it in my staff, somewhere on my gear like my belt or hidden inside one of my gloves. Don't love the gloves idea because I just got the felt lining to sit perfectly and if I have to mess with it again, I'm gonna scream."

He was so animated as he spoke, words practically tumbling out of his mouth to the point he was forgetting to breathe.

"There's also the danger of hitting the button accidentally if it's in my glove. And on my staff. So best way to keep control would definitely be hiding it in my gear somehow. Even then, I haven't even able to completely cover my body, I've managed a hand, a foot, an old sneaker. The second I move, it collapses so figuring out how to factor in movement has also been a problem. Current theory, its gonna be less of a button press like all these previous attempts in this box and more like an entire network. One on and off switch but several other parts all talking to each other to actually keep me concealed as I move."

He paused, finally remembering he needed air. Then blinked a couple of times before smiling sheepishly up at Dick.

"Sorry. Kinda went on for a while there."

Tap tap tap. Against his leg this time.

"...did... did I forget to mention autism to you and the others?"

@thedickgraysonrp continued from here

"Vision's fine." He quickly replied.

He was lying through his teeth. The edges of his vision were a little fuzzy and if he moved his gaze or head too fast, things got blurry. He should go back to the Belfry. Dick needed a lookout, asked him to play lookout in fact. Tim could play lookout. Hostages were all dealt with, police would be on their way soon, Freaks were all down so it should be fine. This situation had least had been resolved. Time to move on to the next thing.

"Don't trust my hands right now though." He reluctantly admitted. "I can hang back and snipe until the adrenaline wears off. I'm good to keep going."

A few deep breaths; steady his nerves and give his vision a moment to even out or at least be less of an issue. He could get through the rest of the night, at least.

"Okay. What next?"