#calf studio gear

[sublimepizzastarfish]

Gee wilikers, Linux reinvented their audio subsystems again, and now I gotta learn how PipeWire works.

At least it's better documented than PulseAudio. Getting JACK and PulseAudio to play well together was frustrating. PipeWire for the most part "just works" (since it's mostly a drop-in replacement).

On my realtime audio synthesis laptop (running Debian), I still just masked everything PipeWire and used JACK, though, because I didn't want to mess with too much of what I know. Yet. Maybe I'll make an effort when pipewire-0.3.65 becomes pipewire-1.0.0.

Still, I definitely missed having a realtime audio computer 🥰

[thedevilsoftruth]

Sparring Marc Spector? ( HCs )

Made you do 100 push-ups, sit-ups, squats, and 60 burpees with jumps and kicks in between before the round. He claimed it was his " light warm up "

Be careful. He's a mother fucking 5th degree black belt.

He uses no gear and no helmet. Bro is brave 💀

He bows and shakes hands with you and tells you good luck, but before he says go, you interrupt him.

" Headshots, sir? " You asked, grinning through your mouth guard. His smile fades.

" Am I joke to you? " It's bad enough that you wore your helmet.

Tournament rules; no going outside the ring and no kicking below the belt. HE GOES AGAISNT THOSE ALL THE TIME.

You kick his side, and he grabs your leg and lands a blow on your head. You try to shove him, but he's obviously too strong and pushes you instead.

" You're going outside the ring! You'd get penalties for that! " You say as he shoves you further.

" When do I ever play by the rules? " He gives you another headshot, and you stumble back. You reach for his wrist and twist it freely from your calf. You slide back three different times,and he chases after. You break your stance and stand upright.

" Okay, you wanna play dirty? " You say, looking him dead in the eye. He cocks a brow, and you take a step back. He watches you intensely.

" What are you doing, Miss/Mr L/N? " He asks, widening his stance and clenching his fists. Suddenly, you bolt out of the studio and into the closet in the office that holds the training weapons. You reach for a bo staff, ome of the metal ones in particular.

You walk back into the studio, and Marc gives you a sly smirk.

" I'm very intimidated. " he lies, opening his stance.

Your technique with the staff isn't great, and halfway Into your final fight, he steals the staff from you.

" Focus, L/N! Stop thinking about your girlfriend/boyfriend! " he jokes before landing blow to your abdomen that sends you straight to the floor.

He tucks a hand under his arm and hold his hand out for you.

" You okay, sir/ma'am? " He asks, you nod.

" Can I get water, master Spector? " You ask in a very whiney voice.

" Absolutely not. Let's do one more round. No helmet. Five minutes. No weapons. And this time, I'll actually go by the tournament rules. "

That was, in fact, not that final round. Five minutes, more like 2 hours.

[enbyneti]

Lil doodle and line of Vash and Rollo from my new fic "Dionysus' Scattered Pieces" on ao3

Desc :

A grayscale digital sketch of Vash the Stampede, following his 2023 design in Trigun Stampede by the studio Orange, and of his companion and adopted son in the canon of Dionysus', Rollo the Gale. The only elements bearing color are Vash's red coat and Rollo's red sash around his torso, Vash's green prosthetic left arm and Rollo's green prosthetic left leg, as well as Vash's gold-yellow glasses and a piece of lost technology on Rollo's pauldron.

Vash's design is the same. We cannot see his eyes behind his glasses in this illustration, he is waving and his position is very open, with a smile (reminiscent of promo material)

Rollo's design is my own, as it is neither him as a child nor Monev the Gale (in the show). This Rollo is about 20yo, taller than Vash by about a full head and about twice as wide on a good day. He is dressed in a simple shirt with the sleeves ripped off, darker pants tucked into kneecap protection gear, one calf-high boot, elbow pads and fingerless gloves as well as a shoulder pauldron on his left arm. His hair is the same as his child version, simply longer and not, in this image, tucked into his cap. A large weapon is visible on his back, reminiscent of Milly Thompson's gear in Trigun (Manga and anime, 1993-2003).

Link to the fic :

[alitpath]

Ultimate Guide to Home Yoga Workouts for Beginners

Hey there, fellow adventurer! Feeling stressed, stiff, or simply curious about the world of yoga? You've landed in the right place! This guide is your passport to a world of home yoga workouts designed specifically for beginners like you (and me, let's be honest!). So, ditch the intimidation, grab your comfiest clothes (PJs totally count!), and let's walk through this lit path together.

Why Yoga, You Ask?

Think of yoga as a magic carpet ride for your mind, body, and soul. It's more than just fancy poses (though some of them are pretty cool, gotta admit!). Yoga stretches and strengthens your body, calms your mind, and helps you connect with your inner peace guardian. Plus, it's incredibly beginner-friendly. No fancy equipment needed, just you, your mat (or a towel!), and a willingness to explore.

But I'm So Clumsy!

Hey, we all start somewhere!

Remember that adorable toddler trying to walk for the first time? Wobbly, right? But with each step, they got better. Same goes for yoga. Don't sweat the perfection – focus on the feeling. It's about connecting with your breath, finding some movement that feels good, and maybe even letting out a giggle or two (because hey, yoga can be fun!).

Getting Started: Your Yoga Essentials

1. Find Your Space: No fancy studio needed! Unroll your mat (or towel) in a quiet corner of your room, backyard, or even your living room (just warn your cat!). Make sure you have enough space to move freely without knocking over any priceless family heirlooms.

2. Comfy Clothes: Ditch the restrictive gym gear. Think loose-fitting clothes that allow you to move and breathe easily. Bonus points for comfy PJs that make you feel like you're floating on a cloud of relaxation.

3. The Open Mind: Leave your anxieties at the door. Yoga isn't about achieving perfect poses or comparing yourself to others. It's about exploration, self-acceptance, and finding joy in the journey.

Ready to Roll? Your Beginner-Friendly Yoga Flow

Remember, this is your practice. Listen to your body, take breaks when you need them, and don't be afraid to modify poses to fit your comfort level. Let's start with some gentle movements to warm up and awaken your body:

1. Easy Seated Pose: Sit comfortably on the floor or a chair, spine tall, and shoulders relaxed. Close your eyes (if you're comfortable) and take a few deep breaths, feeling your belly rise and fall with each inhale and exhale.

2. Neck Rolls: Gently roll your head in a circle, first one way, then the other, releasing any tension you might be holding.Shoulder Shrugs: Roll your shoulders up towards your ears, hold for a moment, then release them down with a sigh. Repeat a few times.

3. Arm Circles: Make small circles with your arms, forward and backward, feeling the stretch in your shoulders and upper back.

Now, let's move into some basic standing poses to build strength and balance:

1. Mountain Pose (Tadasana): Stand tall with your feet hip-width apart, ground yourself through your feet, and lengthen your spine. Feel like a majestic mountain rooted to the earth.

2. Tree Pose (Vrksasana): Start in Mountain Pose, then lift one foot and gently place it on your inner calf or shin (not on your knee!). Balance for a few breaths, then switch sides.

3. Warrior II Pose (Virabhadrasana II): Step one foot back, bend your front knee, and reach your arms out to the sides. Feel strong and powerful like a warrior ready to take on the world (or at least your next yoga pose).

Don't push yourself too hard, especially in the beginning. Modify poses if needed, and focus on the quality of your movement, not the quantity. It's not about how far you bend or twist, but how you feel while doing it.

Cooling Down and Finding Your Zen

After your flow, take some time to cool down and integrate the benefits of your practice. Here's how:

1. Child's Pose (Balasana): Kneel on the floor, sit back on your heels, and rest your forehead on the ground. Let your arms relax alongside your body and breathe deeply.

2. Corpse Pose (Savasana): Lie down on your back, arms by your sides, and palms facing up. Close your eyes and allow your body to completely relax. Take slow, deep breaths and savor the feeling of peace and relaxation washing over you. Stay here for as long as you like, letting go of any lingering tension or worries.

3. Cat-Cow Pose (Marjaryasana-Bitilasana):Start on your hands and knees with your hands shoulder-width apart and knees hip-width apart.

Inhale and arch your back, dropping your belly towards the floor and looking up. This is Cow Pose.

Exhale and round your spine, drawing your navel towards your spine and tucking your chin to your chest. This is Cat Pose.

Flow smoothly between Cat and Cow Pose, coordinating your breath with each movement.

Repeat for a few breaths, feeling the gentle stretch in your spine and core.

4. Seated Spinal Twist (Marjaryasana):

Sit comfortably on the floor with your legs crossed or knees bent.

Inhale and lengthen your spine.

Exhale and gently twist your torso to the right, placing your left hand on your right knee and your right hand behind you for support.

Look over your right shoulder and breathe deeply for a few breaths.

Inhale to come back to center, then exhale and twist to the other side.

5. Downward-Facing Dog (Adho Mukha Svanasana):

Start on your hands and knees with your hands shoulder-width apart and knees hip-width apart.

Press your hips back towards your heels, reaching your heels towards the floor (don't force it if they don't touch).

Lengthen your spine and neck, gaze softly between your legs.

Hold for a few breaths, then gently push back up to hands and knees.

6. Bridge Pose (Setu Bandhasana):

Lie on your back with your knees bent and feet flat on the floor, hip-width apart.

Lift your hips off the ground, pressing your feet into the mat.

Interlace your fingers beneath your body for support.

Relax your chest and shoulders, chin slightly tucked.

Hold for a few breaths, then slowly lower your back down to the floor.

Beyond the Basics: Exploring Your Yoga Journey

This is just the beginning of your yoga adventure! There are countless styles and poses to explore, each offering unique benefits for your body and mind. Here are some tips to deepen your practice:

1. Find a yoga class online or in your community: Having a guide can be helpful, especially as you explore new poses and techniques.

2. Set realistic goals: Don't try to become a pretzel overnight. Start small, be consistent, and celebrate your progress along the way.

3. Focus on your breath: Your breath is your anchor in your practice. Pay attention to its rhythm and how it connects to your movement.

4. Don't compare yourself to others: Remember, yoga is a personal journey. Celebrate your own unique body and abilities.

Most importantly, have fun! Yoga should be an enjoyable experience. If you're not having fun, try something new or don't be afraid to laugh at yourself (we all do it!).

Bonus Tip: Integrate yoga into your daily life. Take a few deep breaths during a stressful moment, stretch your body when you wake up, or practice mindfulness throughout the day. Yoga is more than just poses; it's a way of being.rate yoga into your daily life. Take a few deep breaths during a stressful moment, stretch your body when you wake up, or practice mindfulness throughout the day. Yoga is more than just poses; it's a way of being.

Namaste, fellow yogi! Now go forth and unroll your mat, one mindful breath at a time. Remember, you are capable of amazing things, both on and off the yoga mat.

Bear in mind, Yoga is a lifelong practice, with new poses, styles, and benefits to discover at every turn. So, keep exploring, have fun, and most importantly, be kind to yourself. The only competition on your mat is with your own limitations yesterday, not someone else's perfect pose today.

Now, spill the tea! What was your favorite pose in this beginner flow? Did any of them surprise you? Share your experience in the comments below, and let's chat!

[zeneleggings]

How Do Leggings Enhance My Workout Experience?

Women’s Leggings

Leggings are a popular choice for workout gear and have become a staple in every fitness enthusiast's wardrobe. Not only are they comfortable to wear, but they also enhance your workout experience. With so many different types of leggings available, including high waisted gym leggings, mid calf length leggings, and ombre sports leggings, it's important to understand how each type can benefit your workout routine. In this blog post, we'll explore how leggings enhance your workout experience and how to choose the right pair for your needs.

High Waisted Gym Leggings:

High waisted gym leggings are a popular choice for many fitness enthusiasts because they provide extra support to your core and lower back. The high waistband also helps to keep the 

leggings in place during your workout, preventing them from slipping down or shifting. This extra support and stability can help you perform exercises with better form and reduce the risk of injury. When choosing high waisted gym leggings, look for ones made with a moisture-wicking fabric that will keep you dry and comfortable during your workout.

Mid Calf Length Leggings:

Mid calf length leggings are a great option for those who prefer a bit more coverage than traditional ankle-length leggings. They're perfect for activities like yoga or Pilates where you may be performing poses on the ground and don't want to expose too much skin. Mid calf length leggings are also a great choice for outdoor workouts in cooler weather. When choosing mid calf length leggings, look for ones made with a breathable and stretchy fabric that will move with you during your workout.

Ombre Sports Leggings:

Ombre sports leggings are a fun and trendy option for those who want to add a pop of color to their workout wardrobe. The ombre design adds a unique touch to your outfit and can help you feel more confident and motivated during your workout. Ombre sports leggings are typically made with a moisture-wicking fabric that will keep you dry and comfortable during your workout. They're also usually made with a high waistband for extra support and to prevent the leggings from slipping down during your workout.

Overall, leggings enhance your workout experience by providing comfort, support, and flexibility. When choosing leggings for your workout routine, consider the type of activity you'll be doing and what features are most important to you. Whether you prefer high waisted gym leggings, mid calf length leggings, or ombre sports leggings, there's a pair out there that will fit your needs and style. So next time you hit the gym or the yoga studio, don't forget to grab your favorite pair of leggings and enhance your workout experience.

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[oliviapasso]

The History

Throughout the decades, dance wear has changed drastically. Dance has always been a part of many cultures so there has been a lot of room for evolution. In the 1800’s, modesty was highly valued. With that being said, dancers typically wore long tutu skirts and tight corset types of dresses underneath. There was typically no “dress code” so everyone got to wear what they pleased. Moving forward to the early 1900’s, you could start seeing changes. Before and during the 1910’s, someone was brave enough to step out of the comfort zone, her name was Isadora Duncan. 

She was the first dancer to boycott the tight corsets and wore “draped tunics” and went barefoot. She paved the way to modern day dance wear. You could describe the 1920’s as more relaxed than previous years. Fashion started evolving and dance wear followed. It wasn’t a drastic change, but dancers started adding accessories to their leotards like feathers and sequins. Through the 1920’s and 30’s fashion continued to impact dance wear and dance wear impacted fashion. Broadway and Swing dancing were introduced in the 1940’s. Dance was also made more accessible for all social classes because before it was more for people living in upper class. 

Fashion trends continued to influence dance wear, swing dresses consisted of either short sleeve or tank top dress that went to about the mid-calf. Then in the 60’s people were pushing boundaries related to modesty and 70’s disco was all the rage. The 60’s brought Especially in the 70’s disco fashion made an everlasting change to dance wear. In the 70’s, more people wore two pieces and there was more creative freedom. “Crop tops” as we call them these days, became a significant part in fashion in the 70’s and the rules around modesty were broken and have stayed broken. This is when the gear shifted from tight and short, to more relaxed styles, halter tops, and longer pants. In the 80’s is when you got high cut leotards, leg warmers, and sweatbands. Workout classes were very popular in the 80’s and you would typically see participants wearing those. The high cut leotards and leg warmers are just two examples of different things that dancers adopted. 

Lastly is the 90’s until present time, dancers have put their own personal style into it. As a dancer in the professional world, you now have creative freedom to wear whatever you want. But for students and children, you still have a strict dress code in the studio and on the stage. Dance wear today wouldn’t be an artistic choice if it never evolved. 

[ramp-it-up]

Hi! Inspired by the mountain climbing picture you reblogged, could you do something where Chris’ girl watches him workout and gets ~inspired~? Thank you! I love your writing!

Thank you for this! It got me going. I appreciate you, Nonnie! Here ya go:

Mountaintop

Paring: Chris Evans x Reader 

Summary: Chris takes you to the mountaintop.

Word count: 2.2K (It was going to be a drabble, I swear)

Warnings: 18+ As always, MINORS DNI. RPF, SMUT. Chris Evans shirtless, rock climbing, reader has a negative body image, praise kink, strength kink, sweat, vien licking, biting, dangling dongs, fingering, sex in ropes and harness (rope kink?), dirty talk, semi-public sex maybe?, allusion to face riding.

A/N: Look at me. I do not know a thing about rock climbing. As it is in fiction, I’ve made this shit up. I realize all of this may not be physically possible. Indulge me.  Thanks to @maroonsunrise83 who brought the buzzcut thirst and @lovebittenbyevans who inspired the holy water line. Hope you like it. Let me know!

Notice: I no longer operate a taglist. Follow @rampitupandread to be notified when I post. DO NOT COPY, REPOST, OR TRANSLATE MY WORK

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Chris was training. 

He was constantly training.

Every part that he won, he wanted to be sure that the action was realistic, whether it was his body, his hair, his grooming, his dress, his fitness level, he wanted to look the part. He also wanted to have the appropriate skill set, whether it be weapons handling, fighting style, or talents of the character, Chris put his all into every role.

He was putting in extra work, and usually tagging along wasn’t your thing, but you were in between contracts and had free time on your hands. In a few weeks you’d both be busy, so quality time would be rare. You went with Chris to the climbing rock/mountain set that the production built at one of the studios; as one of the producers, Chris had access around the clock.

You had on your new workout gear: performance short shorts, sports bra, and climbing shoes that Chris brought home for you last night on a whim. You were hesitant; you were not the model type, and tight workout clothes were not your jam.

After some tender worship of your body, Chris convinced you that you looked good in the gear. But now you didn’t know how you got here, watching him dangle from the side of a fake mountain. 

He was a sight, buzzcut, beard, shirtless, tattoos gleaming with sweat, and nothing but some gym shorts on. 

You were rigged up, ready to go and you did well, for all of 15 feet, where you reached a ledge and rested your arms and legs while Chris went ahead and climbed to the summit, and then back down again toward you.

When he’d climbed up, his unfettered penis was just dangling above you in the leg of the shorts, a third leg indeed.

He was currently about six feet away from you, dangling above you by his right arm, triceps taught, smile wide as he swung back and forth, then dropped a little and caught himself with his legs and the rig, thigh and calf muscles put to work. You gasped when he dropped, so he did it again and this time you giggled, taking in the way his muscles were rippling at the moment, and brazenly sweeping your eyes down his lean form. 

Chris, recognizing the way you were checking him out, winked and shifted his weight to the other hand. Your eyes were drawn to the way his Taurus tattoo glistened with the nectar of the gods, his sweat.

You licked your lips at the thought of collecting that holy water on your tongue, and leaned back, sort of sitting in your harness, admiring him. Your pussy clenched as the harness pulled your thighs apart, and you thought of how perfect it would be to wear while…

You closed your eyes, moaned a little bit and cleared your throat, hearing a whooshing sound next to you. You caught a blur in your peripheral as Chris zipped past you, repelling down and landing on the ground, moving underneath you and looking up.

“Holy shit. I can see your pussy lips in that harness. And that ass looks delicious.” 

He was smirking up at you with a mischievous glint in his eye.

Looking down at him, you shook your head. 

“You’re incorrigible, Christopher.” 

Both of you shared a laugh, but you shook your head at the way he seemed to be reading your mind. As usual. Out of the corner of your eye, you caught Chris’ grin as he started climbing back up next to you, stopping beside you, biceps flexed as his hands gripped the holds on the side of the rock.

You took him in, gulping as your desire rolled in your stomach like the bead of sweat down his arm along the line of that damned vein. Chris’ face changed, as if smelling your arousal, and he moved closer to you, his large hands inching their way toward you on the rock.

He reached you and leaned near, those rose lips tempting you toward him for a kiss. A quick peck as he dangled from the mountain turned into a deep dive into your mouth, his arm snaking around you and his leg gaining the ground near yours.

Before you knew it, Chris was behind you and you were too warm, sharing his turned up body heat. You tried to stand up straight, but Chris pulled you backwards into his crotch. You gasped at his hard on and grasped your ropes tighter.

“See how you got me? Hard as these rocks. All of this beautiful flesh just tied up to this mountain. And in my arms. So fucking hot.”

The veins in Chris’s forearm bulged in front of you, braced as it was between the mountain and the soft flesh of your torso as he gripped you and the rock at the same time.

“Don’t worry. I got you…” 

Chris’s deep throaty whisper turned into a moan as you leaned down to lick the veins, along with the salt which had condensed on his skin. You licked all the way up his wrist to his finger, arching your back as he pressed his hard cock into you.

“That tongue makes me want to…”

Chris held onto the rock hold with one hand and used the hand that you licked to fumble with your shorts, circumventing the harness to gain access to your sweaty heat. His long fingers found no panties and slick that was already starting to coat your thighs.

“Fuck, Darlin’ what got you like this?” 

Chris wedged two thick fingers between your pussy lips which were bulging as you sat in the harness. The sloshing of your wet pussy reverberated off the rock and the cavernous studio walls. It was getting you there.

“Y-you Chris. Fuck you’re so fine…”

Your whisper was killing Chris, and your stutter meant you were in the mood to be fucked any way he’d give it.

“Mmmm think so? Well, then that makes you my equivalent.”

Chris was sucking hickeys into your neck, slurping up your sweat and breaking capillaries under your skin as you laughed at his fuckboi line. 

“Mmmhmmm. Talking shit while you mark me up. You love using that mouth of yours.” 

Your eyes rolled back into your head and your mouth opened in a silent gasp as he worked your clit. Your sexy chuckle and squirming was making him leak.

“Telling you how beautiful you are and making you feel it are two of my favorite things.” 

Chris’s hand flexed as he gripped the rock and you at the same time, arms full of carnal beauty.

“You do make me feel beautiful, even when I’m not. Stuffed into these shorts, covered in sweat, I look a mess.” 

You frowned through the pleasure he was giving you. 

“You don’t know how  gorgeous you are, do you?” 

His deep chuckle and the things he was doing to you made you tremble in his arms.  Chris took his hand out of your shorts and turned your face so that he could see your profile. He also took the two fingers that had been playing in your pussy and stuck them in your mouth. 

You grunted in your throat as he made you take his long fingers. 

“Look at that face. Those lips. Taste that delicious flavor. I can get off just thinking about that, much less what it feels like to be inside my sweet, wet pussy.” 

He kissed your cheek innocently despite the nasty things he was whispering to you. 

“And I do, whenever we're apart.”

You fellated his fingers and he ground his cock into your ass. His shorts had ridden up and the precum on the head of his cock was smearing onto your thighs. You were scandalized, even though you knew you were alone.

“Chris..”

He continued.

“I love you, want you, need you, All of you. The way you yield to me, the softness of you…” 

He was running his hand over your body, cupping your pussy over your shorts now, making you grip your ropes tighter. You whimpered because you wanted more. 

“And you in these ropes and this harness? Fuck!” He bit softly into your shoulder, making you whimper. “Make me wanna fuck you on the side of this rock.” Chris growled into your skin. 

“What?”

You panicked a little, stood up on the ledge and looked down. The dizziness you felt was not just because of the height, Chris was huffing hot air onto your cheek.

“Good girl,” Chris cooed in your ear as the slack in the rigging allowed him to pull your shorts to the side. 

Then you heard and felt him fumble with his own shorts. His knees bent behind you and he kissed your spine at your mid-back. Chris started swiping the turgid head of his swollen cock through the folds of your dripping labia. It felt electric, and your muscles tensed.

“Now sit back down. Need to feel your sweet cunt around me.” 

Chris hissed as you slowly sat down, stretching yourself out on his thick, wonderfully irregularly shaped cock. How you loved the bends and the ridges and the way his thick dicklit you up from the inside out.

“Fuck, Darlin.” 

Chris brushed his lips by the side of your ear as he started moving, relying on his harness and one hand to support him as he fucked up into you. His strength turned you on, lubricating your cunt, and he had no problem pistoning inside your tight channel as you dangled on the side of the rock with him.

Chris was huffing into your ear and you saw him look around and down as you leaned forward and pushed your ass out, partly to give him better leverage and partly to lean your head against the rock. He was pounding you pretty hard, but it wasn’t enough.

“Now you’re gonna have to trust me.” He stopped pumping and was circling his hips, driving you crazy with need.

You bit your lips and nodded. “Uhmmhmm.”

“Okay.” 

Chris took your hands and positioned them on the rigging, unlocking your ropes from the anchor. Then, he did the same with his, strong arms flexed around you as he gripped the ropes, sending a wave of wetness over his cock as you clenched him tightly.

You opened your mouth and moaned.

“Jesus, Darlin’!” Chris paused to catch his breath as he pulsed precum into you. “Is it the ropes? They turn you on?”

His deep gravelly voice rumbled through you as he leaned even closer. “Because you tied up to me and this mountain is making me hard as fuck.”

He took a deep breath and straightened up a little bit still inside you. Everything was a little too much; warm, wet, arousing; but you still had your wits about you.

“Lean into me. I got you. I’m in control.”

You did as you were told, leaning back onto his cock letting him support your weight. You felt Chris’s legs bend as he pushed off the side of the ledge and you both descended, him holding you steady with one hand, still on his cock as you flew through the air. Your own personal superhero was taking you on an erotic flight of only a few feet as you two descended down the side of the climbing rock. 

In just a few seconds you came back toward the wall, Chris’s strong legs and thighs taking the force of the impact, jolting you both as his cock pushed impossibly deeper inside you. It was like nothing you’d ever felt before. Your groans bounced off the large space pornographically as he did it three more times, making your head spin as you descended and he fucked into you harder with each fall.

When you reached the ground, Chris’s hand found your clit again and the barrel knot that had formed in your stomach started to snap. Your face was pushed against fabricated rock in an empty sound studio and you didn’t care.

“Chris! M’close!”

“Holy shit!”

Chris, who had demonstrated excellent fine and gross motor control descending the rock, now devolved into a sloppily thrusting brute, roughly fucking you as he felt you clench around him; then he let go and chased his own end.

“FOCCKKKKK!” 

Boston came out as Chris released his cum into you, the seed as hot as the sweat dripping onto your back. He kept circling your clit as he shot his load, coaxing you to extend your orgasm as you clutched the rock, shivering.

He leaned over and kissed your shoulder as you convulsed one last time. 

“Wow.”

You nodded your head.

“Wow, indeed.” 

You smiled at him as he gingerly pulled out, letting his semen run down your thighs. He fixed your shorts and his and then rubbed your arms, whispering in your ear.

“You good?”

You giggled. “Unh hunh…” 

Chris worked to get you all unhooked from the rigging and out of the harnesses. You watched him work, his bare chest doing things to you again.

“You need more climbing training.”

His face looked serious as he put the gear away.

“Oh?”

He looked at you and those eyebrows became animated, his smile electric.

“Let’s go home and you can climb on my face when we get there. I’ll work you out.”

[jangmi-latte]

>♡< may i order some cheesy pomefiore headcanons with an s/o who's a ballet dancer?

➻ content: almond chocolate cocoa

➻ warnings: none

➻ comments: i've always wanted to try ballet. makes me wonder how weak my legs are. i've broke my boots one time attempting to stand on my toes :'D this was fun to write. i do be having mad respects for ballerinas.

i. vil schoenheit

➺ with him as a model and actor and you as a ballerina, there is no doubt that both of you will have strict self-care schedules for yourselves. daily yoga and workout with him during the mornings (maybe even late at night) is one of the ways you two would bond with each other.

➺ you may have your own healthy diet and vil somehow keeps track of what you eat to keep your slim figure.

➺ your diet is probably not as strict as vil’s so there are times you would tease him when it comes to any cheat day.

“look vil, i bought fried donuts.”

“get those detrimental calories away from me.”

“but they’re yummy :D”

“no.”

“come on just have a small bite for me.”

“y/n no--!”

➺ vil is a very supportive partner. he values and respects the hard work you went through just to master balance and grace. he would be there for your rehearsals and performances. if magicam had a story function similar to instagram, he would totally add you to his stories.

➺ being a ballerina includes inevitable bruises and wounds while practising. vil makes sure these instances are taken care of instantly. he cares for your physical wellbeing.

➺ dance practices with each other is one of your dates. he would catch you doing a grand jete and would smile in delight. like, damn look at his lover go.

➺ you're a sub mentor during the vdc.

➺ struggling to do a certain dance routine? vil is there to help you. we all know how strict he can be as a teacher and he’s no different when he’s helping you. you handled his teachings before anyways, there’s nothing new to it.

➺ he also uses that as an excuse to touch you (affectionately).

➺ imagine having his hands on your waist while he helps you posture properly during a certain step and then it wanders towards your stomach. the last thing you know he’s already hugging you from behind.

➺ if you’re a popular ballerina then it’s no doubt the paparazzi already caught wind of your relationship. vil would, one day, post a picture of you together and there you go, shippers everywhere.

➺ pomefiore students would be baffled by how flexible you are. you know those flexibility challenges on tiktok? you would definitely do that and the students would question if you have any bones. it’s possible you’re more flexible than vil, he’ll totally ask how you stretch during yoga.

��stretching that far back is scaring me,” he said, watching as you bent back while you sat in a front split. “be careful, you might break your spine.” you sat back properly, smiling at your boyfriend while you brought your legs back together. sitting doll-like while stretching your feet, “that’s my favorite stretching position. really helps with the back.” you stretched your arms this time, arms rising above your head before standing back up. vil simply sighed, knowing not to question the capabilities of a ballerina. you are far beyond your liege. his eyes wandered over to the shelf in the dance studio. there sat both your awards, his from modeling and acting, while yours are from your magnificent dancing. the real epitome of hard work.

vil’s mind began to wander at how far you two had gone-- until he heard a loud bang against the studio floor that his head snapped over to your fallen form. “ow…” you giggled while he clicked his tongue. “see, from stretching too much you got weaker. doing too much of one thing isn’t good.” his legs swiftly brought him to your fallen form. strong arms lifting you up bridal style towards a chair. “are you hurt?” he spoke with concern laced in his voice.

“this fall is nothing compared to how hard i’ve fallen for you though,” you shrugged.

“okay, that’s enough bonding with rook and epel,” he sighed.

“i love you though.”

“thanks.”

“vil! ow- ow okay okay i may or may not have bruised my knees--!”

ii. rook hunt

➺ most supportive boyfriend you had.

➺ it’s likely he fell for you after seeing you dance. would compliment you in the most poetic ways possible and even knows the words to ballet steps.

➺ his phone gallery and camera will be full of pictures of you. ranging from you in your ballet costumer to you during rehearsals yet in the most elegant pose you can do. you would think his wall would be adorned by your pictures too, but no, he has a corkboard just on the other side of his room with pictures of you.

➺ you bet, he’s there during your performances.

➺ would call for your help concerning the vdc since he knows you have potential that can help vil training the juniors. he really just wants you there since he, himself, gets tired from practicing yet he doesn’t show it.

➺ you accidentally kicked him on the face once you did a high split and damn, even with a bleeding nose, was he impressed. let’s not ask how you even kicked him, he just popped out of nowhere.

➺ if you were able to use a bow and arrow using your feet then… just imagine hearing a thump somewhere in the room because rook probably fell off a tree seeing that. that’s some hard ass skill to do and he just fell for you more.

➺ totally your videographer and photographer!!! taking confidence in your skills and looks considering you have to look fit and need to feed your fans with some content, rook would be your best go-to person when it comes to taking videos and pictures. he has got the best angles to capture your utmost beauty.

➺ people wouldn’t even question why rook is smiling while staring at a distance again. yet, as vil and epel had observed, his smile was more soft and sweet while he watched you suddenly dance in the school’s courtyard. he can’t believe you were actually his lover.

➺ is willing to run around and help you with what you need. leg warmers? check. water bottle? check. just as long as he gets to watch you perform he’s contented.

➺ if you have a performance outside of the country, rook would try his best to watch via social media but before you leave, he’s going to give you encouraging words and how he’ll miss you. when you come back home, you got, not only rook with a very proud smile on his face, but also vil (who apparently watched after seeing rook so immersed).

you cried and yelled awake as another cramp hit your calf. oh, those very painful cramps when you stretch your legs after continuous leg workout. rook was jolted awake by your screams and immediately sat up and bent your toes backwards. his hair disheveled and eyes panicked and concerned despite having sleepiness in them. “mon cheri...” his husky (still sleepy) voice called as you whined, feeling the pain immediately leave from the aid of your boyfriend. “are you alright?”

“sorry…” you sniffed, carefully adjusting your leg after rook had let go of your toes and laid back beside you. “that was your third cramp this week,” he spoke worriedly. half-lidded green eyes looking in concern. “aren’t you overworking yourself?” he asked. rook is, no doubt, a very supportive boyfriend when it came to your talents, but that doesn’t mean he’ll support the fact you're getting hurt and tired from overworking yourself. he has woken up to your screams of pain for three consecutive nights. he didn’t mind waking up to aid you, he’s just really worried unto why you’re even having cramps in the first place.

“maybe…” you mumbled, hiding your face on the crook of his neck, “scold me next time please… i don’t really like waking up to this or even disturb you from your sleep.”

rook chuckled quietly, whispering, “your dancing is one of the reasons i love you. but if i do need to watch out then i’ll call vil. i’ll be too immersed watching you dance to even notice.”

“rook,” you whined.

“alright, alright. now relax yourself, mon cheri. bonne nuit.”

iii. epel felmier

➺  is amazed at how high you jump and how flexible you are. he’ll attempt to do the same even though he has no idea how to do it exactly. when you mentioned it’s ballet, he went red and exclaimed, “t-that’s ballet…?!”

➺ remember when he complained to vil about the dane being meandering and girly and now he needs to do ballet? guess who he ran to.

➺ is actually quite skeptical that he may not look manly as he wanted to be but after you said that learning ballet can help with his muscles, he’s already bombarding you with questions.

➺ thanks to vil, both him and deuce already have ballet shoes. since they didn’t have to do a releve, it was just simply stretching and balance to teach.

➺ “epel, you need to look like a swan not a seal having an asthma attack.” “wHAt?”

➺ sure, you’re both in a relationship, but epel would still get flustered by your touches during dance rehearsals. like come on, he’s supposed to be the guy holding your waist to look attractive and not the other way around.

➺ even so, he’s thankful for your help. you’re not as ‘demonic’ (as ace would put it) as vil. 

➺ when he’s just watching you, damn, the admiration in his eyes was oiling your gears more. he really wants to be strong and you know even your talent can help him go where he wants to be with vil’s guidance as well. 

➺ deuce would downright be confused on how close you two are until you kissed epel’s cheek when he successfully spun without toppling over. the first year was dumbfounded.

➺ “all thanks to y/n!” he would cheer when vil pointed out epel’s improvement. man, seeing vil’s proud smirk and epel’s victorious grin-- you had to hold onto rook to avoid fainting.

➺ epel would want to have an innocent competition with you on who can spin the most without getting dizzy and he instantly lost while you’re still spinning. and you’re on a pointe.

➺ your magicam would be videos and photographs of him attempting and succeeding certain ballet routines or even just him practicing for the vdc. relationship goals and ace feels stupid about love.

➺ you would let him smack your ballet shoes (to soften them) on stairs or something if he’s pissed. at least your shoes will be easier to use. 

“shit, this is harder than i thought,” the first-year pants as he collapsed on the floor. you rubbed your nape, watching as deuce’s knees quivered while balancing on a board. “alright, enough you two,” you called and gave them water bottles. you assisted the both of them epel by removing his ballet shoes and there, your eyes softened. he hasn’t even experienced the full ballet course (like what you’ve experienced) and you can already see bruises and the evident veins prodding on his skin. 

“we’ll do some stretching tomorrow. you both did enough balancing for today. no legs shall be strained too much, who knows what’ll happen if you got injured during the duration of the vdc.”

“no, wait! i can do more!” epel persuaded as he stood up, only to wince and drop back on the floor after feeling the pain on his ankles. “see, that’s what i mean.” knowing the ice bags would come in handy, you approached your boyfriend and laid them on his feet. “you’re excelling enough, epel. do it more slowly. you were able to do a pirouette even without doing a releve and that’s already an achievement.”

you heard him sigh, watching his face grow solemn as he looked at his feet. “i just want to prove myself to vil…”

“and you’re proving yourself enough. he’ll see your progress and i can already see him being proud. all i did was guide you, you did all the hard work yourself and that’s what’s important to vil. chin up.” you smiled, pecking epel’s nose as he immediately looked away. his lips quivering to a small smirk before nodding. “t-then...i’ll make sure i can be strong enough to even beat vil! that’s my promise!”

poor deuce being a third wheel.

[deans-baby-momma]

Wounded Hearts 7

Dean's POV   Cicero, IN   1998

As soon as Sam turns 15, Dad recruits him into the “family business” to try to make him understand that he can’t leave. Sam now hunts alongside either Dad or sometimes Dad will send him with me to gather information from witnesses and victims. 

This goes on for almost six months before Dad informs us that he and Sam are heading south to Orlando from Memphis while he is sending me north to Indiana to meet up with Bobby; there’s been a few ghastly unexplainable deaths in Arcadia the older hunter needs help with. 

I bid them goodbye before watching them leave the hotel in the pickup truck Dad ‘picked up’ so I could take the Impala. I throw my duffel in the backseat before sliding behind the wheel.

“Well, it’s just you and me now Baby,” I tell the car with a smile. “Let’s get the lead out. What’d’ya say sweetheart?”

I never make it to hunt with Bobby. I’m sure whatever is haunting the town is taken care of; Bobby is excellent at his job.

That’s because when I stop at a joint in Cicero for a late night drink, I meet and spend the whole fucking weekend with Lisa Braeden.

Sitting at the bar in the dimly lit tavern minding my own business, I can’t help but notice that for a week night-Thursday, to be exact-the place is packed, the music is pumping and booze is flowing. 

Across the dancefloor is a group of ladies, obviously celebrating something with the way they are dancing around, laughing, a glass in each of their hands. I briefly wonder what the occasion is but my attention is called back to the bartender when he asks if I’m ready for a top off.

“Sure buddy.”

Before the liquor fills the glass, the stool beside me is taken and I glance to the side to see one of the women from the group there. She is ordering another round as I take her in. Long dark brown hair, thin body. She looks at me and smiles and I notice her eyes are almost the same color as her hair; they remind me of melted chocolate. When she smiles her eyes light up and makes the whole world seem brighter.

“Hi,” she says as she waits for the bar back to gather her order. “I’m Lisa.”

“Dean,” I tell her and stick out my hand to shake. 

“Dean,” Lisa repeats with a nod and shakes my hand. “You’re not from around here are ya?”

How this girl already has my number is beyond me. I say one word and she already knows I’m not local.

I chuckle as I pick up my whiskey and sip, whistling through the burn. Top shelf shit doesn’t burn but I don’t think this place would even know what top shelf anything is. 

“Uh, no. Here for a job,” I tell her and turn on my stool. “But I could be persuaded to delay my meeting.” I lie.

Lisa looks over her shoulder toward her friends who doesn’t even seem to notice she hasn’t returned with their drinks.

“Meet me outside in 30?”

“Sure thing, sweetheart.” I lift my glass and tip toward her at the same time that the bartender places a ice-filled bucket with bottles of beer on the counter.

I watch as Lisa sashays back to her friends. She has a sway to her hips that I can’t tell if it's natural or if she is putting in the extra effort for me. Doesn’t matter because my dick is already interested, seeing as it’s already half-hard in my pants.

True to her word, thirty minutes later Lisa comes sauntering out of the place and right up to me. 

I can tell that she's had a couple more drinks in the last half hour because her eyes are more glossy and her smile is skewed but she hides her inebriation well with the way she carries herself. 

"So Dean," she says and I won't lie. The way my name slides off her tongue has my dick standing at attention. "You ready for me to rock your world?"

Fuck, this woman! Oh hell yes!

I pull her body to mine and capture her lips. She tastes of alcohol and minty gum, a heady combination.

Lisa moans, giving me the opportunity to slip my tongue into her mouth. We stand there beside Baby making out, hands groping.

"C'mon sweetheart," I say when we finally part for air. "Let's get outta here and get to world rockin'."

Lame come on line but who gives a damn? Someone is getting their mind blown and if it's me…..then so be it. 

As soon as we get in the car, Lisa slides across the seat right next to me, attaching her lips to the side of my neck.

"I don't know where I'm going," I tell her breathlessly as her mouth sucks and nibbles on my skin. 

"Just turn left out of the parking lot," she says against my neck. "I'll guide you there. And Dean? Go fast."

I turn the ignition and do as she says, turning left as soon as I get to the street. I am having a difficult time paying attention to anything as Lisa's hand runs down my stomach and palms the bulge in my jeans. 

We come to a four-way and I almost run the stop sign as she squeezes me. Oh god that feels good. 

"Whi-which way?" I stutter.

"Right."

I make the turn and realize it's downtown. Wherever she is taking me is smack dab in the center of the city.

"Park there," she tells me as she takes her hand off my cock and points.

Once the car is stopped and out of gear, Lisa practically mounts me. She somehow gets her body in between mine and the steering wheel, her lips attacking mine; her thighs are straddling me and she starts to grind. 

I'm gonna fucking cum fully clothed!

I am so lost in the kiss that when she pulls away, I keep my eyes closed and chase her lips.

"Come on lover," she says. "Let's take this inside."

'Inside' means a loft apartment above a yoga studio. Come to find out Lisa is a yoga instructor, which upon hearing that tidbit of information, just makes my cock strain for release from the tight confines of my jeans.

Lisa leads me through her studio and I take in the posters on the wall depicting several different poses, realizing some would be fun stances to try and wondering if she'd be up for experimenting.

Lisa must notice me gazing at the signs because she giggles and tiptoes to whisper in my ear, her warm breath tickling.

"Oh baby, we are both going to be in positions you've only ever fantasized about."

She turns and runs up the stairs at the back of the room and I can't get there fast enough. 

HALF HOUR LATER

Lisa is standing in front of me, her left foot on the ground with her right ankle on my shoulder.  Her body is angled away from me bending at the waist and her hands flat on the floor.

I can feel the smooth, sponge-like surface of her cervix with each thrust in and a moan leaves her lips.

My dick is extremely stiff even though I've already cummed twice tonight. Thank god Lisa had a whole box of condoms because the one in my wallet was filled as she rode me while I was in what she called the "bridge pose".

I tell you my calf muscles may never recover from holding myself up while she danced and bounced to climax on my dick. But I'm not going to complain because Lisa's pussy is tight, hugging me like nothing I've ever felt before. 

"Oh god Dean," Lisa exclaims from below me. "You're so deep!"

"Yea I am," I agree, grinding my balls against her clit. "I could fucking live in this pussy, baby. It's hugging me so snug,  hmph."

I grip her hips as I set a slow but hard pace of thrusts; grinding against her as I'm buried to the root. Her walls flutter and convulse around my shaft until I move my hand around and flick her clit with my fingertips. 

Lisa fucking loses it! Her pussy contracts around my dick so tight that I can't move. In all my conquests, I have never felt a cunt close up on me like she does. A gush of juices flood out around me, soaking my hand, my nuts and my thighs. Holy shit! She just squirted all over me.

The realization that I just caused this woman to climax so hard that her release burst out around me has me meeting my own end, my dick twitching and jumping as my own release pours out into the condom. 

By Sunday afternoon the wastebasket was full of used condoms and the mega-size box lay empty on the floor.

Monday morning my phone rings and Dad reams me out, not listening to any of the lame excuses I try to come up with.

Now here I am, back on the road, traveling to northern Georgia to meet up with him and my brother. 

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[yaimlight]

Title: Twos Company, Threes a Crowd

Rating: 18+

Pairings: Bakugou Katsuki x reader / Todoroki Shoto x reader / Bakugou Katsuki x reader x Todoroki Shoto

Series: Twos Company, Threes a Crowd

Cross post on AO3. Find me under LokiLover89

Summary: All he had wanted was a hot shower, some food and to sink into bed with a warm body beside him. Turned out that Katsuki had a similar idea and they couldn’t both get what they wanted. So winner takes all, being able to decide how this evening played out for all of them and Shouto really couldn’t complain when he got exactly what he wanted in the end.

Grunting Shoto stumbled back as Katsuki slammed into him, his feet slipping on the work out mat from the force. He pushed back against the other man, shoving his shoulder into his chest, trying to find an opening. Katsuki growled, baring his teeth and shoving back not giving Shoto an inch. His shoulder aching he did the only thing he could in that moment, Moving quickly to the side and spinning away from the other man. Katsuki stumbled forward slightly at the sudden loss of the other body but quickly regained his footing. They circled around one another, breathing heavily and sweating just as much. Katsuki’s hands flexed, the way they often would before he went to use his explosive quirks but that was not allowed. They were in a small work out studio after all and despite how much easier things would be for Shoto to use his quirk, how much quicker this fight would be over if the both could, neither one of them wanted to deal with the hassle and repair bill they would get for destroying the room.

Movement out the corner of his eye caught Shoto’s attention and despite know he shouldn’t let his guard down like that he couldn’t help but look at the women who was the cause of this fight. She was sat atop a stack of mats against the wall, leaning back on her arms as she watched them intently. She was dressed in her own work out gear, the black of her sports bra and matching shorts pulled tight against her flawless skin and drawing his attention to everything it wasn’t covering. His eyes flicked up to her mouth as her plump lips parted as she sucked hungrily on the lollipop that she never seemed to be without. Noticing him watching her she wink, smirking around the sweet treat as she pulled it from between her lips with an obscene moan.

He felt a deep heat setting low in his stomach as his minds wondered back to that morning and the way he had been awoken. His moment of distraction had lasted a few seconds but it was the opening that Katsuki had needed.

Taking advantage of Shoto’s attention being else where he darted forward, swinging his fist. Shoto’s hand darted out at the last minute, only just catching the movement and shoving the man’s hand away enough to miss it connecting solidly with his face, but not enough to avoid it all together. Katsuki’s fist grazed his chin causing Shoto to stumble back slightly. He would have been fine, would have been able to find his footing and launch his own counter attack. He would have but Katsuki kicked his leg out, knocking Shoto’s feet out from beneath him.

He fell to the padded floor with a loud ouf, only just getting his arms under him to prevent his face from smacking against the floor. Groaning he went to push himself up only to find a heavy weight above him. Katsuki loomed over him, one leg shoved between his and pressing hard against his ass. One hand wrapped around Shoto’s wrist, tugging his arm back and twisting it behind his back, the other hand next to Shoto’s head supporting his weight. Katsuki pressed his front against his back as he leaned forward, his hot breath tickling across Shoto’s ear as he growled at him. “Stay down” and Shoto did. All the fight drained out of him as he let himself collapse completely against the floor. He was tired and everything ached. They had been at this over an hour now and Shoto had already been tired when they came in, his patrol having been full of petty criminals that had done nothing but resist, foolishly putting up a fight. All he had wanted was a hot shower, some food and to sink into bed with y/n beside him. Turned out that Katsuki had had a similar idea and they couldn’t both get what they wanted. So winner took all, being able to decide how this evening played out for all of them.

The sound of fabric rustling filled the small room followed by a dull thud as y/n slid of the mats, the sound echoing around the room. Grunting Shoto looked up, Katsuki shifting above him to do the same. They both watched as she walked towards them, wide smile tugging at her lips as she slip the lollipop between them. “Well, wasn’t that quite the display” she mocked them, knowing full well that it was all her fault having been the one to suggest a fight, even if it had been in jest. She should know by now that Katsuki always accepted a challenge to fight but that had probably been why she had suggested it in the first place.

Katsuki grunted above him as he let go of Shoto’s arm and pushed himself up. As soon as Katsuki’s weight was gone Shoto rolled onto his back, watching the two people move above him. “Told you I would beat him in hand to hand” Bakugou sounded so smug, wide smirk pulling the corner of his moth up and exposing his teeth. Shoto frowned. He had no right to be acting so smug it had still taken him over an hour to get Shoto onto the mat and he had made Katsuki work for it as well considering how heavy the other man was breathing and the sweat glistening on his skin. Grunting Shoto kicked out taking the other man by surprise as his foot connected with his calf and swept forward, knocking Bakugou to the floor with a loud thud and an accompanying grunt of pain. “Fucking asshole” he grumbled hand flying out to hit Shoto in the stomach causing him to let out his own pained moan.

Laughter rang loud and clear from above and Shoto tipped his head back to watch the only other person in the room. She radiated beauty, smiling gently down at then as they still continued to bicker even though the fight was over. Despite how sore he felt Shoto smiled back, her good mood infectious. “I don’t know about you two but I am in need of a shower” with that said she started to walk away from them heading towards the door. “You two coming or what?” She yelled over her shoulder as she pushed the doors open and disappeared through them. They bother led there for a heartbeat before they both groaned in unison, rolling over to push themselves up of the floor. They did both stink and hopefully the hot water would help ease Shoto’s aching joints.

~*~

The walk back to the apartment had been uneventful to say the least. The early evening sun shone down on them as they walked the still busy streets. Katsuki had his arm sling around y/n shoulders having already claimed his prize. Shoto walked to the side listening to the two of them chatter, shooting them sideward glances every now and then. He couldn’t deny how good they looked together, there looks complementing the other. They looked like they had stepped right off the pages of some glossy magazine, especially with the dimming sun glowing behind them. It had used to bother Shoto how good they had looked together and how strange and awkward he had looked in comparison but over the years he had come to terms that he was considered handsome as well. Maybe not in the conventional way but desired none the less and more importantly by the people whose opinion he valued most.

They had had to stop a few times on the way, fans noticing them despite their casual cloths but he supposed it was bound to happen with his and Bakugou’s distinctive hair styles and the fact that three of the top ten pro heroes were out together. By morning there photos would be plastered all over social media and trashy magazines, all of them with something to say about their strange relationship. Shoto had stopped caring what other people thought a long time ago but it still irritated him that these strangers thought they had a say in how they spent their free time and with who they did it with.

By the time they made it back to the apartment the sun had set and the moon was casting a gentle glow across the otherwise darkened rooms. Bags were dumped on the floor, shoes kicked off and coats hung up before they moved almost as one into the open plan living space. Y/n peeled off, heading towards the kitchen and straight to the fridge. “Beer?” She called over her shoulder as she bent forward to rummage around inside. Katsuki grunted his reply but Shoto stayed quite, his body tense as he waited to see what would come next. Y/n turned with 3 beers in hand and kicking the fridge door closed.

Shoto took the offered drink, smiling softly in thanks. He hadn’t intended to drink but now he had the alcohol in hand he was suddenly grateful for it, bringing the cool glass to his lips and gulping down a large mouthful of the drink, never taking his eyes off the couple in front of him.

Katsuki smiled as he took the offered bottle in one hand, the other snaking around her waist and pulling her tight against his front. She giggled sweetly at him pressing her free hand flat against his chest. Katsuki was grinning now, a hungry glint to his red eyes. In one quick move he ducked his head down to press his lips against hers, the hand at her waist slipping down her leg to her knee, hosting her leg up to his side. She wrapped her arms around his neck, moaning into the kiss. Shoto could practically see the moment when Katsuki shoved his tongue into her mouth, forcing her lips wide as he licked inside. The hand that had been holding her leg started to slide up her thigh, pushing the hem of her sun dress up and exposing her soft skin to his grouping hands and Shoto’s hungry eyes.

The kiss ended as abruptly as it started, y/n groaning as he pulled away, letting her leg go so she could stand once again. Grabbing her chin between his finger and thumb Katsuki tipped her head back so they could look one another in the eye. “Shower. Now. And be quick about it” Katsuki’s voice was firm as he made his demand, leaving no room for disagreement. Huffing y/n rolled her eyes but went all the same, sipping from her own bottle as she did so. The sound of the bathroom door opening and closing was loud in the otherwise quiet room and it wasn’t long before the faint sound of water running could be heard throughout the apartment.

Shoto and Katsuki stayed unmoving at either end of the couch, watching the other. Huffing Katsuki brought his drink to his lips drinking deeply from the bottle. Shoto could practically feel the other man’s eyes as they raked over him, probably already noticing his half hard dick as it started to tent the front of his jeans. He couldn’t help it though. He had thought for a minute that Katsuki was going to fuck her there and then in the living room, his heart racing at the thought of just having to stand there and watch.

Grunting Katsuki jerked his head to the side “come on” his voice low and growling as he demanded Shoto followed him. And like the good little dog he was Shoto followed him into his bedroom, quickly gulping down the last of his beer as he went. He had no idea what to expect once inside the spacious room but he knew he would need the drink to relax even just a little.

Once inside Bakugou went straight over to the chair in the corner and sank down into it, flicking the small lamp on as he went. Shoto was left to stand awkwardly in the middle of the room wondering what he was supposed be doing now. Katsuki sat back in the chair, back straight but his legs spread wide, pulling the fabric of his trousers tight across his staring erection. Shoto couldn’t help but stare, the man oozing confidence and control. He had won the fight after all and tonight was his to control. They were his to control.

“Take it off” Katsuki demanded before taking another drink for him bottle. Sharp red eyes watched intently as Shoto sighed, moving to place his empty bottle on the bed side table before turning back towards the other man. He made quick work of unbuttoning his shirt and shrugging it off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. He was determined not to give the blond a show. He would be quick and methodical, just like he was on his own. It wasn’t because he was shy or embarrassed, he knew he looked good with defined muscles but they just weren’t as obvious as Bakugou’s. No he wasn’t shy or embarrassed he just never saw the point in dragging something like this out. Plus he didn’t want to give Katsuki the satisfactions performing for him.

Sure hands went to his trousers next, unbuttoning them quickly before sliding his hands into the waistband of his underwear, intent on getting them both off in one go, no point in wasting time. “Leave the underwear on” Katsuki’s gruff command had Shoto’s head jerking up from where he had bent over to push the garments down. He was still sat in the chair, head turned towards the door and sipping on his beer, the image of nonchalant but his eyes were trained on Shoto, watching every move. When Shoto didn’t move Katsuki raised one blond eyebrow at him, almost daring Shoto to define him. Huffing in annoyance he slipped his hands out of his pants and shoved his trousers down, yanking them and his socks off at the same time and kicking them out of his way.

Crossing his arms over his chest, Shoto stood with his back straight and head held high, glaring at the blond. He may have agreed to let Bakugou decide how things would go this night but it didn’t mean he was going to make things easy for the man. Plus Katsuki was annoyingly hot when he got angry.

Narrowing his eyes Katsuki jerked his head towards the bed. “Sit” his voice was low but had an edge to it that sent a shiver down Shoto’s spine. Huffing Shoto turned to crawl into the bed, shoving the pillows up against the head board and making himself comfortable. The room fell silent once again the muffled sound of water running filling the space. Shoto couldn’t help but squirm under Katsuki’s unwavering gaze, Katsuki smirking at his obvious discomfort.

The minuets seemed to drag by as Shoto shifted once again, moving his legs so they were stretched out in front of him. It seemed he wasn’t the only one getting impatient though, Katsuki starting to drum his fingers along the wooden arm rest. Knowing y/n she was probably doing it on purpose, trying to wind Katsuki up. Shoto could see it working, the blond clenching his jaw and narrowing his eyes at the doorway. He knocked back the last of his beer, slamming the bottle down on top of the set of draws next to him. Both hands curled around the ends of the arm rest, getting ready to push himself up and probably go drag her out of the shower regardless of if she was ready or not. But just as he went to lift himself up the shower stopped, the apartment falling into silence.

Grunting Katsuki let himself fall back down into the chair, lounging back and spreading his legs once more. Shoto heard the door down the hall opening and his heart rate picked up already anticipating what he would have to sit through tonight, unable to do anything but watch.

“Sorry it took so long, there was a stubborn dirt spot that just wouldn’t budge” y/n playful voice floated into the room before she turned into the doorway, stopping to lean against the frame. Shoto’s mouth watered at the sight. The white towel she had wrapped around her left very little to the imagination, the cloth only just covering her. The top of her breasts peaked out for the top, water droplets sliding down into the deep valley between them. The bottom of the towel fell to mid-thigh but the sides hung open slightly, exposing more of her perfectly soft skin.

Shoto’s hands itched to touch, wanting nothing more in that moment then to leap of the bed and pull the cloth away from her, exposing all of her to his hungry mouth and searching hands. But he had been told to sit and until told otherwise he would have to stay where he was.

“Come here” Katsuki grunted and y/n pushed away from the door, bringing a hand up to push her suspiciously dry hair back. She didn’t even look at Shoto, not once, her bright eyes and little smirk trained on Bakugou. It made him feel small, insignificant, nothing more than a perverted voyeur. Embarrassment swelled inside of him, after all these years still unable to shake the shame he felt at enjoying watching the other two get lost in one another. Bakugou knew this, knew what Shoto liked and knew that it would get him riled up. Probably was why he was keeping Shoto away, Katsuki never missing an opportunity to get under his skin.

A loud groan pulled Shoto’s attention back to the couple in front of him. She now stood between Katsuki’s legs, his large hands sliding up her legs and pushing the edge of towel up, exposing the curve of her arse. Giving her plump cheeks a quick squeeze Katsuki brought his hands up to tug at the towel, pulling it lose and letting it fall to the floor, exposing her to both of their hungry eyes.

His hands grabbed her hips, finger tips brushing over the swell of her ass as he leaned forward, his eyes connecting with Shoto’s as he sucked a pert nibble into his mouth. Shoto sucked in a breath as she groaned, head tipping back and lips opened in pleasure. They were stood in a way that Shoto could see everything. Every swipe of tongue, every nip and suck. Katsuki worshipped her breasts, laying a mix of gentle and biting kisses across the sensitive flesh causing her to moan and gasp. One of her hands had come up to Katsuki’s hair, threading her fingers through his spiked hair and tugging gently every time he hit a particularly sensitive spot.

Shoto’s dick twitched impatiently in the confides of his underwear, remembering the very similar trail his own lips had taken that morning, the phantom brush of lips against skin making him gasp, his tongue darting out between parted lips in a pale imitation of what Katsuki was currently doing, his crimson eyes boring into Shoto with a knowing glint. One last time Katsuki flicked he tongue across her hardened bud before pulling away, smirking triumphantly as she let out an annoyed groan.

“On your knees” he grunted, leaning back in the chair and letting go of her hips. Instantly she dropped to the floor, her knees hitting the carpet with a soft thud. In moments like this she became so responsive, so obedient and Katsuki knew how to play her, had almost made an art out of getting her to sing for him and Shoto got to reveal in the outcome.

Wordlessly he lifted his hips, just enough so she could yank his sweats and underwear down, his large dick springing free and slapping against his stomach. The head was angry and red looking, glistening with precum. So Shoto wasn’t the only one affected by this little game.

Once his trousers had been chucked to the side y/n slid her hands up the inside of Bakugou’s legs, searching out her prize but he soon put a stop to that. “No hands” he growled, glaring down at her. The command wasn’t directed at him but Shoto still snapped his hands back to his sides, unaware that they had been reaching out to rub at his own staring dick.

In front of him y/n let out an amused huff, dragging her hands back down his thighs, blunt nails scratching as they went causing Katsuki to hiss at the gentle sting of pain. Shifting closer and making herself more comfortable she brought her hands behind her, wrapping her fingers around her ankles. She never broke eye contact with Katsuki as she leaned forward slightly, opening her mouth wide in invitation.

Katsuki smirked, a menacing glint in his eyes as he looked over to Shoto, winking at him as he grabbed a fistful of hair and shoved her face down, his dick sliding between her parted lips until he completely invaded in her heat. All three of them moaned at the action and for the first time since this had started she looked at Shoto. His breath stuttered, trapped in her gaze as Katsuki used the hand in her hair to yank her had back and then shove it down again. It was a brutal and fast pace. Tears leaked from her eyes and slid down her cheeks as Katsuki fucked himself down her throat. Still she watched Shoto through unfocused eyes, moaning wantonly around the hard member stretching her mouth wide.

Shoto wished to be in Katsuki’s place, to feel that tight wet heat around him as she sucked and slurped, dragging his pleasure out of him with a flick of her sinful tongue. Neither he nor Katsuki would be considered small but she had never had a problem accommodating them, her lack of a gag reflex helping to spur their pleasure on. He wanted that feeling of bliss, to be able to rub at her throat and feel himself pressing against her. To be the reason her eyes welled up as he choked her on his release.

As if he could reed Shoto’s thoughts Katsuki wound his other hand into her hair and forced her head down as his hips surged up, shoving himself as far down her throat as he could. He held her there, both of them watching as her tears feel quicker, checks turning red as she struggled to breathe through her nose. Her eyes rolled back, eyelashes fluttering and hands flexing on her ankles and Shoto could tell she was reaching her limit. Sensing the same Katsuki slowly pulled her off him, groaning as he did so. As soon as he was out of her mouth she collapsed forward, gasping for air. Her head rested against Katsuki’s thigh, his once tight grip now lose as he stroked over her hair, letting her adjust. It was a tenner moment and Shoto couldn’t help but feel he was intruding.

The moment was broken though as Katsuki let out a surprised groan, fingers tightening in her hair once again. She was smirking as she sucked at the spit slicked head of Katsuki’s cock. Grunting Bakugou tightened his grip on her hair and yanked it back, forcing her eyes to meet his, glaring down at her. “Such a hungry little cock slut” his voice was deep and rumbling, the filthy words dripping from his tongue like silk. Letting go of her hair Katsuki wrapped a large hand around her arm, pulling her to her feet as he to stood up. Katsuki crashed his lips down on hers dragging a startled moan for her.

Shoto shifted, uncrossing his legs and regretting it instantly as it pulled his pants tight over his swollen member. A wet spot had appeared on the front as he leaked precum. He wanted to touch, not caring who just wanting to feel something beneath his hands. Her breasts, Katsuki’s mussels or his own dick, just as long as he could get his hands on something.

So lost in his thoughts Shoto barely noticed Katsuki half shoving, half throwing her into the bed. Quickly he spread his legs as she hit the bed, bouncing slightly at the force, the top of her head just a few inches from Shoto’s groin. Growling Shoto looked up, ready to rip into Katsuki about how badly that little stunt could have gone but what was before him had his voice abandoning him, mouth closing with an audible click.

Some when in the last few moments Katsuki had rid himself of his top and had descended onto the women below, crashing their lips together in yet another heated kiss as his hand began to wonder. Despite how long the three of them had been doing this Shoto had never seen Katsuki completely naked. He had seen the other man topless with his trousers hung low on his hips. Had seen him with his trousers shucked off, his ass and hard prick on display or even with his trousers shoved down under his ass and top pushed up enough to expose his abs but never had he seen Bakugou without any clothing. Shoto had been missing out, his rather limited imagination not being able to comprehend how the two separate images would merge together to make one extremely ripped and incredibly hot Bakugou Katsuki.

A low moan filled the room and Shoto looked down at the couple between his legs. Katsuki had abandoned her lips, now kissing and nipping his way down her body. He sucked one nipple into his mouth pinched and rubbed the other between callus fingers. Shoto shuffled back slightly, sitting up straighter so he could get a better look at what was happening before him. If all he could do was look tonight he would make sure he remembered everything he could for when he got himself off latter.

His hands grasped at the sheets next to him, trying to prevent himself from leaning forward and joining in. Growling Katsuki continued to kiss down her body, sliding of the bed to kneel on the floor, red eyes searching his out. Shoto felt trapped in his gaze, unable to look away as Katsuki lifted her legs onto his shoulders, pulling her closer to him. The smirk he shot Shoto was nothing less than smug and menacing, sending the duel quirk user a quick wink before he ducked down, head disappearing between spread thighs.

Shoto knew the moment Katsuki started to work her other his fingers and mouth. Her back arched of the bed, gasping as her head tipped back, her hands coming up to grab onto Katsuki’s hair. Her delicate fingers only just brushing the tips of his hair before his hand shot up and knocked hers away, his mouth not stopping his assault. Shoto expected her to try again, she loved to get her hands on their hair and would often tug or pet it when she was in the throes of passion. He knew Katsuki loved it as much as he did, the dull scratch of her nails across his scalp, the gentle tug as she cried out for more.

Instead she lifted her arms above her head, splaying her hands over Shoto’s thighs. He couldn’t help but moan, his hips stuttering up at the first contact he had received all evening. He wanted nothing more than to feel her hands slid upwards, to have them working against his hardness but they never did. Instead her hands clenched down, nails digging in slightly whenever Katsuki hit a good spot. She wasn’t being quite now, gasping and moaning Katsuki’s name, crying out for more, trying to grind down on Katsuki’s face and finger. Shoto couldn’t help but feel slightly jealous that all her attention was focused on the other man, that Katsuki was the one drawing such sounds out her and not him. Shoto loved the taste of her on his lips, could and had spent hours between her legs drawing those noises from her, moaning alongside her as her realise flooded his mouth. He licked at his lips, hungry for a taste.

With a loud cry she arched of the bed once more, nails sinking into the muscles on Shoto’s thighs and heels digging into Katsuki’s back, her whole body going taught as she came. As suddenly as her release had struck, she relaxed, body falling back to the bed and her fingers realising his thigh. He would have bruises come the morning he was sure of it, dark spots of pain that his suit would rub against every time he moved.

She groaned as Katsuki pulled away, her legs slipping off his shoulders as he went. He was smirking again, flashing his white teeth as he began to crawl up the bed. Shoto licked at his lips as he took in Katsuki’s wide eyes and rose tinted cheeks. His Lips were red and glistening as was his chin, the bottom half of his face covered with her juices.

Once he was hovering over her, her legs spread wide to accommodate him Katsuki looked him straight in the eyes. Shoto hadn’t even realized he had been leaning forward until that moment, there faces a lot closer than they should have been. Slowly Katsuki lifted his hand, the whole thing glistening in the light. Shoto opened his mouth slightly, tongue just poked out as he expected the other man to shove his fingers in Shoto’s waiting mouth. He had to wonder how many fingers Katsuki had had inside her and how much she had gotten off on what just happened for his hand to be so drenched.

Katsuki’s smirk turned menacing as he reached past Shoto’s waiting lips and gently slapped his hand against his cheek, dragging is hand down and across his lips, smearing her come over Shoto’s face. Shoto’s eyes widened in surprise as Katsuki moved back turning his attention back to the women below him, ducking down to claim her mouth in a brushing kiss, forcing her to taste herself. She didn’t seem to care that much if the filthy moan she let out was anything to go by, wrapping her arms around his neck and across his shoulders as she kissed him back.

Shoto licked at his lips, the faint taste he had been craving enough to have him moaning. Katsuki was a fucking tease, only letting Shoto have a hint of what he desired. This whole night was nothing but a tease, Katsuki taunting him with what he couldn’t have tonight and it was getting to Shoto. He hadn’t been this hard in ages, his dick throbbing and borderline painful. At this rate he would probably cum just from the brush of a fingers and it would still be one of the best organism of his life.

Slumping back against the headboard Shoto ran a shaking hand through his hair, pushing the long strands away from his face as he watched them making out. One of Katsuki’s hands slid down her side to grab at her knee, yanking it up against his side and shifting so he can support his weight on the other arm he had braced against the bed. He pulled away from the kiss, eyes shifting once again to Shoto as he leaned in to whisper something into her ear. Shoto couldn’t hear what was said but from the small moan and the nod of her head he could only assume Katsuki had gotten her permission to do something. He should probably be nervous but as lost in the moment as he was Shoto didn’t care.

Katsuki’s smile was almost predatory as he shifted once more, hiking her leg up higher against his side and his eyes going back to the women beneath him. “Fuck!” Katsuki shouted entering her in one quick thrust, causing him to cry out as well. They stayed still for just a moment, heads pressed together as they painted into the others mouth. Once Katsuki had regained his composure he rolled his hips just once before he started to pick up the pace, thrusting into her hard and fast. Her hands scrabbles at his back, nails digging in and wailing her pleasure. Shoto couldn’t believe that they were going at it between his spread legs, acting as if he want even there. Every thrust caused the bed to groan and the headboard to thump gently against the wall.

Shoto could see the red marks scratched across Katsuki’s back, could feel the other man’s growl vibrating through his body. Her head was nudging at Shoto’s thigh, her whole body being pushed ever so slightly up the bed with every thrust. Shoto let his hand move, his resolve finally snapping as he ran one hand through her hair and the other sliding gently across her shoulder and collar bone. The low warning growl that came from Katsuki had Shoto’s hand stilling, his eyes flicking up from the gasping women below him to the angry looking man in front of him.

Katsuki had stopped moving, all his attention now on Shoto. “Off” instantly Shoto let go, hands snapping back to his sides at the command. His dick twitched at the authority that one word had carried, loving how Katsuki took control. He didn’t do it often with Shoto but when he did it go him going in seconds. A small whine had both of them looking down at y/n as she squirmed, growing impatient at the look of movement. “Katsuki please” she gasped, try to hook the leg he was holding over his hips and pull him back down.

Katsuki laughed, dropping his head down to nudge at her nose with him. “Well who am I to refuse such a pretty girl” Katsuki breathed against her lips before quickly kissing her.

Shoto expected him to go straight back to trying to fuck the life out of her but instead he pulled back out of her grasp, letting her leg go to fall back to the bed. His large hands wrapped around her hips and in one quick move he had flipped her onto her stomach. “On your knees” he commanded, his hand connecting with her ass with a loud slap as she failed to move as quickly as he wanted. Gasping she jerked up the bed at the sudden contact and Shoto moaned, her hot breath fanning out across his sensitive dick. The change of position had her head tight above his trapped member, their eyes meeting as she licked at her lips.

Katsuki’s laughter had Shoto looking up at him once again, eyes wide in confusion. Katsuki shuffled forward, slapping her ass again as he positioned himself behind her. His hands grabbed her hips once more and he thrust back into her in one swift move. She cried out, her mouth hanging open as Katsuki picked up the same bruising pace as before.

Shoto’s head fell back against the headboard, fist clenching in the bed sheets as he tried not the thrust forward. Her mouth was so close and he could feel every gasp and cry, her hot breath making him twitch every time. This was a new level of torture and Shoto didn’t know how long he would last, convinced that he would be able to cum just from this, without having actually been touched. Katsuki would never let him live it down if he did.

Shoto didn’t know how long this went on but it seemed like hours though in reality it was probably only minuets but suddenly the damp heat on his dick was gone. He opened his eyes, not even realising he had closed them, to find that Katsuki had moved them yet again. He was kneeling on the bed, her back pulled flat against his chest, exposing her to Shoto completely. He could see where Katsuki was buried deep inside her, her juices dripping down his shaft. Her chest was heaving as she gasped for breath, one of Katsuki’s hand spread across her throat and jaw, the other grasping her hip tightly. Using his grip on her to keep them steady Katsuki started to move again, shallow thrusts that had her hands scrambling for his thighs and crying out his name. He smirked at Shoto over her should, his teeth dragging across her skin.

Both of them were covered in a sheen of sweat and flushed red. Shoto could see the muscles in her stomach and leg tightening, signalling that she was close. Katsuki must have noticed that as well as the hand that had been holding her hip slid forward, his fingers sliding between her wet folds. Instead of moving his fingers though Katsuki kept them still, winking at Shoto as he looked at him in confusion.

Everything seemed to happen at once. She cried out, loud and sharp, her body going ridged as she climaxed again, small sparks jumping from Katsuki’s fingers as he used his quirk, letting of small explosions against the sensitive nub. Katsuki followed close behind, his movement stilling and sinking his teeth into her flesh where her neck joined her shoulder. She cried out again, leaning back again Katsuki and tipped her head to the side, giving him more room.

Shoto watched, breathing heavily as Katsuki moved his mouth away, laying gentle kisses against the abused flesh. The bite mark was angry, red and deep. It would be there for days afterwards, a constant reminder of who she belonged to, that she wouldn’t be able to hide beneath their hero costume. Shoto wanted so much to slot his own mouth over the same place and bite down, their bite marks overlapping. Everyone would see it and know what they had been doing and she would wear them with pride, just like she always did with any mark they left on her.

They both groaned as Katsuki pulled out, both his hands gently holding her hips as he moved back. Shoto watched transfixed between her legs, watching as Katsuki’s softening dick slipped free. It was only then did Shoto realise that Katsuki hadn’t worn any protection, both of their juices mixing together and dripping out of her into the bed. Shoto groaned, imagining how that would feel around his own dick, all that extra slick as he fucked up into her. It would be messy but Shoto knew it would feel amazing.

Katsuki let go of her hips, moving off the bed as she slumped forward, her hands landing on either side of Shoto’s hips, stopping herself from falling on top of him completely. “Don’t move, I ain’t finished with you two yet” Katsuki yelled over his shoulder as moved across the room and disappeared through the door, not even waiting for an answer.

The room feel into silence, neither of them moving. She was breathing steadily now, her head resting against the inside of Shoto’s thigh, the little puffs of air tickling slightly. “You ah, you okay” he managed to grit out, his throat dry and scratching. “I’m good” she mumbled, lips brush against his skin and causing his dick to twitch. She was so close and he desperately wanted his own release. Groaning gently she turned her head towards him, the side of her face pressed against his cool leg, her eyes meeting his. “Just sore is all” she smiled up at him and Shoto couldn’t help but smile back at her, bring his hand up to run through her hair, covering it with a thin layer of ice to help cool her down. She hummed in appreciation, her eyes flutter closed. “Ummm. I can imagine, but you seemed to enjoy it” he tugged gently at her hair, raising an eyebrow at her as she smirked up at him, eyes opening just enough to see him. “So did you” she teased back and Shoto hummed his agreement. He had enjoyed it, watching Bakugou break her down into a trembling mess. When this had all started he had been so sure Katsuki would leave him in the corner, making him watch and leaving him unsatisfied and in all fairness there was still time for the other man to do so after all Shoto had not yet been granted his own release.

“Felt so good Sho” she mumbled and Shoto instantly stiffened. She took his silence as permission to carry on. “He’s so big Shoto and felt so good inside me, stretching me open” Shoto groaned, head tipping back against the headboard. The filth dripping from her tongue reigniting the flames of desire that started to dwindle. “It felt even better knowing your eyes were on me. Watching Katsuki fuck me. And when he used his quirk, ummm, felt almost as good as when you use yours” as she had been speaking she shifted her head, Shoto’s hand slipping from her hair to cup the side of her face. She turned her head to the side, placing a gentle kiss to his palm, shifting her weight onto her hands, she kneeled half over him. She kept her eyes locked on his as she spoke once more, Shoto breathing heavier as her words sank into him.

“Love it when you use your quirk, burning so cold inside me. Always leaves me begging for more” as if it was answering her his quirk rippled to life on its own, his hand covering with ice. Groaning she turned her head into his hand more, her hot tongue licking across Shoto’s palm and up his fingers. Shoto let out his own groan as she sucked his ice covers fingers into her mouth, tongue curling around the digits. He could feel the ice melting as she licked and sucked at him, moaning around him. “Fuck” Shoto gasped, his hips bucking up as if her mouth was wrapped around it.

“You two better not be” Katsuki barked as he strode back into the room. Instantly y/n pulled back, letting Shoto’s fingers fall from between her lips. Groaning in annoyance Shoto slumber back, hand falling back to bed as he glared at Katsuki. The smug basted just smiled wider, laughing at Shoto’s annoyance. He chucked something onto the bed as he climbed back onto the bed, slotting between her legs once more and draping himself across her back. He placed one hand flat against the bed, his fingers covering hers and brushing slightly against Shoto’s side. The other wrapped around her shoulder to grasp her chin, turning her face towards him so he could kiss her, his tongue slipping between her lips. They separated fairly quickly, Katsuki liking at his lips. “Umm cold, someone’s been naughty” he mumbled nipping at her lip before pulling away slightly so he could whisper into her ear.

Shoto couldn’t make out what he was saying, just the gentle murmur of his voice. Her eyes widened slightly, eyes flickering down to Shoto’s dick then back to his eyes before she nodded her head. Katsuki placed a quick kiss on her check mumbling “good girl” before pulling away to sit back on his hunches. Shoto’s heart was pounding in his chest as she shifter her weight back onto her legs, delicate hands coming up to tug at the edges of his pants. Wordlessly Shoto lifted his hips so she could pull them down, his hard dick springing free and slapping him in the stomach. He tried to help as much as he could, pulling one leg up so they could be tugged off his foot and he could then kick it off his other foot. They settled back into the same position they had been in before, her hands either side of him on the bed, mouth hovering above his now exposed dick and his legs spread wide to accommodate her body between them. She smirked up at him, her pink tongue darting out to wet her lips. She winked at him then dove down, swallowing his length in one go.

Shoto cried out, back arching off the bed as she sucked him down. He couldn’t stop his hands from moving if he tried, one shooting up to grab at the hair on the back of her head and the other fisting in the sheets. She set a fast pace, sucking and licking at him, her head bobbed up and down. “Fuck” Shoto cried out, blunt nails scratching at her scalp. It was so hot and wet inside her mouth, her tongue rubbing along the underside as she pulled up. She stilled when only the head was still inside the warm heat, to warm. Groaning Shoto opened his eyes to look down at her, his chest heaving as he pulled in deep breaths. Once she had his attention she began to slowly sink back down, not stopping until her nose was pushed into his groin and his dick was hitting the back of his throat.

His hands were trembling, overcome with pleasure as she swallowed, her throat tightening around his shaft for a moment but it was enough to have him gasping out her name. In return she moaned around him, the vibrations causing his dick to twitch. Tears clung to the edges of her wide eyes as she breathed through her nose. Shoto wasn’t as big as Katsuki but he was well endowed none the less, his dick long and slightly curved, his size placed well above the average man and he knew that she must be struggling by now but he still found it hot to watch her struggle to breath around him, knowing she was willingly doing it just have him in her mouth.

Taking pity on her he gently tugged on her hair and she eased herself back, pulling in a deep breath before she took him straight back into his mouth. This time she worked him slower, sucking gently and licking from root to tip in an effort to draw his pleasure out. He grunted and panted, as the temperature in her mouth seemed to fluctuate, one moment it would be warm and tight as she swallowed him down only to be cool and lose when she eased of. It was only when the ice cold tip of her tongue rub against his slit that Shoto realised what was happening.

He gripped her hair tightly and he arched his hips up, forcing her to take more of him as she used his own quirk against him. He had experimented before when he was a teenager, curious to know how each of them had felt on his dick but never had he felt anything like this before. She had used his quirk before but only when they had been sparring, now he would never be able to look at her again without remembering this moment.

He let go of her hair suddenly, both his hands coming up to rub at his face and slid into his own hair. As she pulled back her mouth warmed, dragging a deep moan from between Shoto’s parted lips. His dick slipped from her mouth and he could have sworn she saw a glint of ice across her tongue before her mouth slammed shut, teeth digging into her bottom lips, eyes fluttering as she moaned and pushed her hips back.

It took Shoto’s lust fogged mind a second to remember that Katsuki was still their but as soon as he did his eyes darted down to where a tuff of ash blond hair poked up from between her legs. Shoto could only assume that he had his fingers and mouth back on her if the way she was fucking herself back was any indication, her mouth hanging open as she gasped. Without a second thought Shoto grabbed the back of her head once more and forced her head down, his sensitive prick catching slight on her teeth as he thrust back into her mouth. He wanted to feel her gasps and groans around him, wanted to muffle the sounds she made for Katsuki as he strove towards his own release.

She didn’t disappoint, enthusiastically bobbing her head up and down as she moaned around him, the temperature of her mouth fluxing randomly. He couldn’t decide where to look, his eyes darting from where he kept disappearing between her stretched lips and to the tuff of hair she kept fucking back against. For a second Shoto imagined what it would be like if Katsuki was in the same position before, hand grasping her hips as he fucked into her, every one of his forward thrusts forcing her forward and down on to Shoto’s dick. Crying out his hips stuttered forward, his organs so close but it was not meant to be.

Katsuki knocked his hand away from her head, his own grabbing a fist full and yanking her head off and away from Shoto. The other man cried out in frustration. He was so close just a few more minutes and he would finally been able to cum. He glared at the blond who was once again draped over her back, one hand cupping the side of her face and two fingers shoved into her mouth, forcing it open. He could see her tongue rubbing over them, probably licking her own juices off of them. Briefly Shoto hoped that her mouth was still cold enough to make Katsuki feel some discomfort but he knew she had probably warmed it the moment Shoto had been forced out of her mouth.

“Not yet candy cane, I have other plans for you” Katsuki winked at him, his deep voice causing Shoto to shiver. Other plans had so many possibilities attached to it, so many things that Katsuki could do to him, with him but at least now he knew he would be able to cum tonight. Eventually.

In one move Katsuki let go of her and wrapped his other hand around Shoto’s ankle, yanking him down the bed, until he was almost completely under the two. He was sure he must look like a deer in headlights, eyes wide in shock at the sudden action. He couldn’t see Katsuki now but damn well heard his chuckle. What he could see though was a long expanse of neck and an almost perfect circle of little indents. It was so close to his mouth. All he had to do was rise his head a little and he would be able to get his mouth over it. Be able to suck and kiss the mark before adding his own. He was just about to move when he heard the distinctive slap of flesh hitting flesh and she began to move above him.

She nudged at his legs, settling over him, his dick brushing against her wet core. Both of her hands were next to his head, her checks flushed red as she ground down on him. Instinctively his hands went to her hips, letting out his own groan as he caught on her most sensitive part and she slowly started to sink down onto him. His grip tightened, his nails digging in and adding to the bruises that were already there. Once she was sat snugly against him Shoto let out the breath he had been holding, cool breath fanning out across her cheek. She hummed gently, her head falling to snuggle into his neck, arms shifting so they slipped under his, her hands curling around his shoulders.

They stayed that way for a few moments, Shoto taking advantage of the reprieve. He need this to calm himself back down, so overwhelmed by the wet heat that he had been sure that if she had moved he would have cum on the spot. Sighing he turned his head into her neck, nuzzling against it and laying gentle kisses. She hummed her approval, placing her own gentle kiss against his shoulder.

“Aww ain’t you two just adorable” Katsuki’s mocking tone cut through the silence, following it up with a hard slap to her ass that had her moaning and jerking against Shoto. “You got room for one more baby?” Katsuki asked gently. Shoto was just about able to see him over the swell of y/n ass, see his hands rubbing small circles into it, thumbs pulling slightly at the cheeks. She hummed slightly against Shoto but nodded all the same. “Gonna have to use your words sweetheart” he punctuated his words with a quick slap to her ass, before gently rubbing over the abused flesh. She gasped loudly, nails digging into Shoto’s shoulder. “Yes!” She cries out before burying her head back into the crock of Shoto’s neck.

Shoto glared at Katsuki, confused as to what was about to happen. He couldn’t possibly be suggesting what Shoto thought he was. They wouldn’t both fit, would undoubtedly hurt her if he attempted to do so. Katsuki slapped her ass again as he moved forward, thumbs pulling her cheeks apart. She cried out against Shoto, hands gripping tight. Katsuki groaned, head tipping back as his hands tightened in her hips, keeping her still as he pushed forward. It was only as the space he was in started to get tight did Shoto realise what Katsuki was actually doing.

Shoto groaned as her pussy got tighter the deeper Katsuki got in her ass. Both of their hands were gripping her hips, fingers overlapping as they held her still. Eventually Katsuki stilled, all three of them breathing heavily. “Fuck your tight” Katsuki groaned and Shoto had to agree. He had never felt so snug and he could feel Katsuki pressing down on him.

It was all so filthy yet Shoto wanted more, wanted to feel her move against him whilst Katsuki fucked her back down against him. So into his own fantasy Shoto didn’t even realise he had bucked his hips up until the two people above both cried out, Katsuki’s hands grasping tightly at his. Shoto stilled, mumbling a gentle sorry against the neck pressed to his lips.

“Seems someone’s getting impatient” he could hear the smirk in Katsuki’s voice, knew the blond was probably looking down at them with a stupid smug smile on his face but Shoto didn’t care. Didn’t care if he was moaning like a whore and his face was flush. He was balancing on a knives edge and just need someone to move already. “Think we should put him out of his misery?” Shoto was the one to answer Katsuki, moaning out a desperate please before he could stop himself. Everything seemed to still, Shoto holding his breath as what he had just done registered.

Never had Shoto asked something from Katsuki, had never caved to beg the smug man for anything regardless of the situation. Yet here he was, about an hour in to what admittedly was turning out to be the best sex of his life begging the other man for his own release. He didn’t need Katsuki’s permission, could just hold on tight and start fucking up into the pliant body above him but he didn’t. Instead he found himself craving the other man’s commands, his deep voice telling him he could have his moment of bliss. Oh gods he would never live this down.

A gentle huff of laughter brushed against his neck. Slowly she pushed herself up so she was hovering above him. She was smiling down at him, her eyes dark. She looked like a predator about to devour its next meal. “Love it when you beg for it” she was so close that as she spoke her lips brushed against his, her tongue darting out to run across his lips.

Shoto lifted his head to seal their lips together but she moved out of his reach, still smiling down at him. “Say it again” the demand was clear and Shoto found himself begging once more, the desperate please tumbling from his lips. Groaning she dived for his lips, swallowing any more of his cries as she forced her tongue between his. At the same time she rolled her hips, both men groaning at the sensation.

They broke apart, Shoto panting for air, his hands shaking once more. “Fuck me” she demanded, rolling her hips once more. Shoto didn’t know who she had spoken the words to but they forced them into action. It was a little awkward at first but they soon found a rhythm. Every time she rolled her hips up Katsuki would pull back only to push back in and force her tight pussy back down Shoto’s length. All of them were panting and moaning, the odd curse word thrown in as she clenched down on them.

Shoto could feel his release building inside of him once more, his stomach knotting and filling with heat. “I...I’m close” he managed to get out following it with a groan as she sunk back down on him, her inner walls clenching tight around him. “Then cum” came Katsuki’s reply, his voice strained as he started to thrust harder. Shoto’s hands slipped from her hips to grasp at the top of her thighs, his fingers brushing against the swell of her ass and Katsuki’s thighs hitting against his hands.

It was all so overwhelming and Shoto couldn’t hold on any more. With a loud cry his eyes closed, his body going taught and nails digging in as his release finally washed over him. His hips jerking up as he emptied himself into the women above him. When he came down his whole body was tingling and his ears were ringing, his heart slamming against his chest. They were still moving above him, chasing their own orgasm now. His softening dick still inside her but she had stopped moving now, letting Katsuki take over and fuck into her as hard and fast as he wanted. Moving his hand from her ass he slid it round until he could press his cold fingers against her burning clit.

As soon as he touched her she cried out his name, her body shaking against him. Her head tipped forward just enough for him to kiss her neck, teeth nipping at the unmarked flesh she had offered him. Using the other arm to push himself up slightly, Shoto nipped at her ear before he whisper his own command to her. “Come for us”. She cried out throwing her head back and exposing her neck to him and Shoto latched on, sinking his teeth in deep as he worked his fingers harder against her. He knew the exact moment she climaxed. He could feel her squeezing down on his soft dick, her body tensing. “Fuck!” Katsuki cried out, stilling as he found his own release.

Slowly Shoto opened his mouth, mind full of the hiss she let out as he brushed gentle kisses along his own claim of ownership. Katsuki was the first to move, groaning as he pulled out before shuffling off the edge of the bed. As soon as he was gone she lifted her hips up, letting Shoto slip from within and collapsing to the side. She was breathing deeply, one arm slung over her eyes as she tried to relax. She was covers in bite marks and scratches, her hips and thighs littered with bruises and little crescent marks, a mix of his and Katsuki’s cum leaking out onto the inside of her thighs. She looked a mess, completely used and spent and she was beautiful.

“Fuck, you look wrecked” Shoto hadn’t even noticed Katsuki had left the room, startled to find him handing a damp cloth to him as he gently began to clean the compliant women sprawled across half the bed. Shoto took it with a mumbled thanks, making quick work for cleaning himself off. He hissed as he rubbed at his sensitive dick but his discomfort was nothing compared to what y/n was feeling. She would feel tonight for at least the next day or two. Their patrols would be interesting tomorrow because she wouldn’t be able to hide the matching bite marks on either side of her neck or the hitch in her step.

Shoto smiled as he dropped his own cloth onto the floor, making sure it landed on his abandoned pile of cloths. He moved to the side opening up space on the bed as he tried to get comfortable. As soon as he settled she was on him, snuggling up to his side. “You could at least have got under the covers” Katsuki chided as made his way over to the bed, the spare comforter bundled in his arms. Y/n mumbled something but it was too garbled to make out as she already started to fall asleep.

Katsuki threw the thick blanket over them before sliding in behind the already sleeping women. He turned on his side, slotting himself against her back and draped his arm over her side, his fingers brushing against Shoto’s stomach. Tonight had been filled with a lot of first, none of them bad but this was probably his favourite. Sighing he turned towards the other two slightly, his own arm coming up to drape over her side, his arm pressing against Katsuki’s.

He could get used to this. The three of them sleeping together, limbs overlapping and tangled together. Maybe in the morning he would suggest she move in and this become there normal everyday life. Shoto would be happy to live like that. Happy with the two people he loved most.

[garciastella]

meet stella garcia  // welcome to fairvale.

                                        the basics //

full name : stella aline garcia  birthdate & zodiac : june 24th, 1985 & cancer gender & pronouns : female & she/her sexuality : heterosexual but open  occupation : council member hometown : worcester, mass family : lucas garcia ( father - deceased ), aline garcia ( mother - deceased ), alberto ( al ) garcia ( brother ) & marc rodriguez ( husband - presumed deceased ) 

                                      deeper dive //

hobbies :                gossiping - stella has always grown up in a world full of people and gossip was the currency to get what she wanted from them. while she tries to maintain secrecy when those request it, she loves talking about the various people in her life - to other people.                   cooking - her mother taught her everything she knew, and then her aunt taught her everything she knew - the result made stella able to create dishes from both of her cultures, not to mention her american favorites - she’s a master griller and loves seafood.                   studying - while she hasn’t been in school in a few years, it was always an important staple of her life. she was on the cusp of receiving her doctorate when everything fell apart, and spends hours in the library reading various books on different topics so she can be as informed as possible. she has an ear for languages and can speak fluent english, spanish and portuguese due to her background, but has an elementary knowledge of french and italian and has even attempted to teach herself latin.                    photography & modeling - a hobby she picked up when she was younger - she often volunteered for the photography students in college and modeled for a few photographers in boston, before picking up the camera herself. she loves to take pictures of the world around her - especially the people, including herself. now that the world has ended, she uses the old photography studio in the high school to develop photos of her own whenever runners can find her film; she’s trying to document as much as she can of the world they live in now. 

favorites :                   food - lobster.                    drink - rosé, coffee and pineapple-mango smoothies. nowadays, she sticks with water.                    movie - the notebook & titanic - she’s a classic romantic who loves cheesy romance dramas                   song - she doesn’t have a specific favorite, but her taste ranges from pop to indie to classic 60s/70s. she has a soft spot for stevie wonder since her mother loved him the most.                    color - purple   habits :                 former smoker  / drinks occasionally / former drug use                    nervous ticks include chewing on her bottom lip, wringing her fingers together, and averting eye contact.  loves :                    baseball, the beach, seafood, the ocean, fast food, cozy blankets, bubble baths, candles in floral scents, new perfumes, wine and game nights with friends, debating, helping others and snow days ( just not too many ). fears :                     heights, motorcycles, and being ignored  talents :                   languages, dance, photography and twirling knives

                                       appearance //

height : 5′6″ tattoos : small black bird on left shoulder scars : birthmark on left calf in shape of a crescent moon piercings : all closed over now, but former ears, nose and navel piercings  hair : it used to vary from time to time - she goes blonde a lot in the summer but tends to remain her natural dark in the winter months. these days, she lets it sit at his natural brunette, letting the summer weather lighten it naturally.  fashion :                work - dresses and blazers, dark jeans with loafers sometimes, jewel toned sweaters.               personal - casual clothes - usually jeans and a teeshirt or top of some kind, not too different from her work attire but a little bit more comfortable. occasionally she’ll wear yoga pants or workout gear if she’s gone for a run and stops somewhere on her way home.               shoes - despite being vaguely clumsy, she wears a lot of heels. she also wears ballet flats, loafers and if she’s working out, she’ll throw on sneakers. at home she likes knee high socks instead of slippers. 

                                      bio //

stella had everything a girl could possibly want.  growing up traveling between cuba and boston her whole life, she was raised with an eclectic family, made up of not just her nuclear family but aunts and uncles, cousins and grandparents, family friends who’d gone back generations enough to be considered blood. she was a charming kid, who everyone seemed to fall in love with easily and was never denied a single thing. ‘spoiled’, perhaps, but down to earth enough for it to be looked past.  when their father passed, stella and her brother alberto ( al, always ) clung to one another and their mother, aline. while they were still always surrounded by family, it was truly stella and al against the world, looking out for the other above all else and of course, their mother who did everything she could to get them the whole world. it was through her mother that she fell in love with cooking and languages, through her brother that she spent hours at fenway park watching the red sox, the three of them a small but happy family that always stuck near to one another. 

college was easy - so easy that stella applied for grad school without a second thought, knowing she wanted to help change the world for those who hadn’t had it as easily as she had. she found her passion in becoming a guidance counselor for a middle school, the worst time for any kid but worse for some. when the option to become vice principal came up, she took it eagerly - leaving her office door open for anyone who still needed her in a counseling position. still, she knew she could do more - it wasn’t long before she was applying to get her phd in adolescent behavior, hoping to change more than just the small neighborhood she resided in.  it was on the eve of her one year anniversary to her husband and childhood best friend marc that everything changed. the two were planning a romantic weekend away in the berkshires when she turned on the television for background noise, packing her bags just to hear the words : a virus, deadly not just for the person who caught it, but anyone they went after. it was a horror movie come to life, and when she didn’t hear from marc for over three days, she didn’t know what to do.  she stayed in their small apartment, hoping he would show up and trying to convince her mother to come and stay with her. it was only a week later that she saw it happen - a neighbor they’d known their whole lives infected, her mother unknowing and unaware as she met her end. it was al who had had to kill them both - stella sobbing on the kitchen floor of the home she’d grown up in, nothing feeling familiar or comfortable anymore.  the two knew boston held no home for them anymore, and packed everything they could to head south. they were heading for cuba, but got the news that the island they’d once known as intimately as their own home city was a nightmare turned reality somewhere around washngton.  for days they drove around before they found the town of prescott, georgia. already in action, half the town was deserted - or dead - and those that were left were building walls, a strong fortress surrounding the town lines as they attempted to keep everything away.  they put themselves in the thick of things, finding a new community. while she couldn’t be who she was before, she did her best to help take care of the town’s children, and after the insurrection volunteered to be a part of the council to help keep everyone safe.  just because it was the end of the world didn’t mean they all had to lose their minds, or worse - their humanity. and stella would do her part to keep them as safe as possible. 

[oosteven-universe]

Resistance: Uprising #1

Resistance: Uprising #1 AWA Upshot Studios 2021 Written by J. Michael Straczynski Illustrated by C.P. Smith Coloured by Snakebite Cortez Lettered by Sal Cipriano Acclaimed writer J. Michael Straczynski returns the prescient, ambitious world of The Resistance! In the wake of the assassination of their leader, the Resistance is in disarray, disconnected from each other and hunted by authorities around the world – including an army of "reborns" recruited by the American government. To avert decimation at the hands of a fascistic government crackdown, the Resistance must discover the ace up their sleeve, and then the key to unlocking it. Wow I mean this is one of those books that you have to read several times before you can fully grasp what is going on here.  I love that about this too because a cerebral story like this tends be utterly outstanding in how it engages the reader and lets them feel like they become a part of it.  Also there’s another part of this that showcases a few things about our society that are ugly and those that is if the Government (s) see something they don’t understand they try to capture and control it, if that doesn’t work then they try to destroy it.  All the while trying to replicate the situation so that they can utilise to create on their terms to once again control what is happening.  Old men have fear in their hearts and the desire to control at any and all costs and it’s this that unfortunately sets the stage for majority of world governments. I love the way that this is being told.  How we see the story & plot development through how the sequence of events unfold as well as how the reader learns information is presented extremely well. Also the transitions between segments is handled beautifully and I don’t get that jumping feeling that can happen when switching gears, scenes and characters.  The character development is phenomenal and whether it’s Feyodor, Ms. Ramirez or Hernando, could be any of the others as well as their dialogue and how they act and react to the situations and circumstances they encounter continue to flesh them out immaculately well.  The pacing is superb and as it takes us through the pages revealing more and more of the story we get caught up in the beginning of a revolyutsioner! God these interiors are gorgeous.  How we see the linework with its varying weights and techniques being laid down to create such a high level in the quality of the detail work is utterly astounding.  The backgrounds we see are mind numbingly sensational in how they enhance the moments and then when we add them into the composition within the panels and see the depth perceptions, sense of scale and the overall sense of size and scope they bring to the story i’m left in awe.  The utilisation of the page layouts and how we see the angles and perspective in the panels shows such a masterful eye for storytelling.  The colour work we see is divine.  How the various hues and tones within the colours are being utilised to create the shading, highlights and shadow work we see is beautifully rendered.  The different techniques in laying the colour down and seeing the hues you don’t automatically expect in certain colours shows a sensational understanding of how colour works. ​ This could be Heroes done the correct way if you really want my opinion.  It is violent, fresh, interesting and so damn intelligently written it’ll knock your socks off take, taking the foot and calf with it when it does.  If you are looking for something that has action, intrigue and is full of surprises than this is the golden ticket you’ve been looking for!

[realm-sweet-realm]

Early Ink Hell, Chapter 3

---Sammy Lawrence---

After what felt like an eternity of waiting, my lord finally came, seeping through the doorway into our prison like a creature of liquid salvation. He took his sweet time, strolling through the rows of cages and reaching through the bars to give each ink creature a gentle touch. They screamed and writhed as though they were in pain. Ingrates. I thought that I could handle it better. At a certain point he heard another ink creature- I couldn't see which, but I'd guess it were Alice- ripping a vent off the wall, but that merely distracted him from the task at hand. When he finally reached my cage, I dropped to my knees and held out my hand for him, humbled. I'll admit- I was wrong about being better than them at accepting his gifts, but only because of how much it burned. It was a burning- a melting- searing through my entire body! I screamed. I cried. But I looked into his... where his eyes would have been... with love, and I held onto his hand until I finally lost consciousness.

---Susie Campbell---

Alice attempted to consume me as I watched the ink demon tormenting the other ink creatures, saying that if I turned myself over to her, she'd protect us. I didn't listen. The vent was thick enough for me to crawl through, and so I made my way out. I honestly should have thought to do this before, but I guess nothing greases the wits like desperation. At times, the vents were so steep I was more climbing than crawling. Finally, I came to an outlet. I heard voices- human voices! Still, I chose to stay still for a moment, make sure that whatever those voices belonged to, they meant well. Finally, I saw it- a group of people. Real, in-colour, people! I pushed against the grate, but it wouldn't come off.

"Over here!" I called out, and they came to my aid.

---Sammy Lawrence---

The next thing I was aware of was a steep drop to the floor. It took me no time at all to figure out where I was- I was at the gates of the ink machine room. The ink machine was chugging along furiously- as though it was jammed. I supposed, if it was being made to reproduce all of those ink creatures at once, it would make sense that it was overworked. There was butcher gang trio in the corner of the room, but no other ink creatures. As well, the room's textures had not gone back to normal, and neither had my disgustingly inky, black body. My lord must still have still wanted me for something. To spread the word perhaps! The butcher gang trio looked fairly intact, and coming out physically appropriate and coming out with the correct dominant presence tend to go hand-in-hand, so I approached them.

"Excuse me? Would you have a moment to talk about our future saviour, Bendy?"

The Charley turned to look at me, turned back to the others, and said, "that's the guy who helped kill me! Let's get him!" and with that, they were chasing after me, but thankfully not very quickly, with their short little legs. After turning a few corners, the sound of their chattering died down. I found myself in the music department, which was strange, given that I didn't recall the ink machine chamber being so close to it. I felt the need to go someplace private and regroup my thoughts, so I did the ritual to open up my sanctuary. Thankfully, it worked. At least some things about this world remain unchanged. Just as I'd struck the last cord on the violin, right down the hall from my sanctuary, I heard a scream. I turned, and learned exactly what had become of Norman Polk.

---

I wasn’t sure how long I’d spent huddled in my sanctuary. Days, probably. Maybe weeks. The last thing I remembered before that was running from the monster that had once been Norman Polk. I have sealed myself up here for protection, and to wait for my lord's commands. I had only twice ventured out of my sanctuary. The first time was to take an extremely wishful try at the front door. As I would have assumed, it was locked. The second time was to gather up a cutout of Bendy and as much Bendy memorabilia and supplies for my rituals as my arms could carry. During both times had been late at night, and I made as little noise as I could, in an attempt to avoid others. That encounter with the Butcher Gang had showed to me that that I would be none too loved by anyone if I came out now.

So if not to convert others, what was my purpose? What did my lord want of me? No matter how I tried, I couldn’t seem to figure that out, nor figure out what had happened. But Bendy must have had something to do with it, surely. At no time in which we practiced Satanism together had I gotten the impression that either of us was capable of something like this. Bendy, a creature capable of manipulating ink, and that I’ve long speculated to be the reason the ink machine was capable of the impossible, was the obvious candidate for why the world and my body have betrayed me. It might have been a long-shot, but I nonetheless found myself praying to a Bendy cutout, knowing that Bendy could hear me through it. After enduring days of its silence, I began to beg it for a response.

Maybe this was Bendy’s revenge for imprisoning him.

I could remember all the screaming from when the studio had just newly turned sketchy. It had gradually calmed down- perhaps people finding a way to escape, or simply adjusting to their new life. One highly muffled call, however,  coming seemingly from directly beneath me, was still there. It hadn’t moved in days, so it most likely was trapped.  What could have been directly below me? I was on the bottom floor (although it seemed that the geography of the studio was shifting). The only thing that came to my mind was the sewers. The sewers! Jack had mentioned hiding in the sewers to get away from the noise of the ink machine. Well, that did it- I had to find Jack. And at least in the sewers, I was unlikely to run into anyone.

I got up at once and headed for the sewers, grabbing an axe along the way for protection. The sewers didn’t smell of sewage anymore, only ink. I passed a desk that must have been set up by Jack, assuming it wasn't just another example of the studio rearranging itself. The call was getting clearer- I was sure it was Jack’s voice now, and it was definitely a call for help. Finally I came upon him. He was laying on his back, his leg caught in the gears of some machinery that looked to be from the ink machine. I dropped the axe and ran to him. Jack screamed again, and it occurred to me that I currently looked like an inky abomination.

"Shh... it's alright, Jack. It's me, Sammy Lawrence. I'm here to help you."

“Sammy. Oh, thank goodness. Please help me out of here.”

“Of course. How?”

“There’s a lever on the wall to your right. If we’re lucky, it’ll make the gears turn the right  way, and this machine will spit my leg out. If we aren’t lucky, well,  turn it off quickly and hand me the axe. Alright?”

I agreed,  and did as I was asked, looking carefully at the gears as I gently pulled the lever. Thankfully, the gears were attempting to turn the right way, and with my help, Jack was able to pull out his leg. It looked thoroughly crushed, but at least it was still attached. According to Jack, it didn’t even hurt. It was also covered in gooey ink.

“How did this happen?” I asked.

“About the same time that the place went sketchy, the machinery started  growing. I went to investigate, and- just my luck-  the ground just opened up beneath me, and the next thing I knew, my foot was caught in gears and getting dragged halfway up the wall. Thankfully, it seems like it’s calmed down since. Hasn’t moved at all in many days.”

“Days? Oh, Jack. Come back to my sanctuary with me. You must be starving.”

And that’s what we did. Thankfully Jack was still able to walk, albeit with a limp. Once we were safe in the sanctuary and had some bacon soup in our stomachs (though Jack seemed to struggle to choke it down. I tried to ignore that- lack of appetite and aversion to liquid were symptoms of ink infection), Jack finally asked that uncomfortable question:  “Sammy, I know you were, uh... messing around... with Mr. Drew. Do you have  any idea as to what happened here?” There was no accusation in his  voice, but I still felt under attack.

“No. I had nothing to do with all this!” I snapped, before I could stop himself.

“I’m not accusing you. I just know you know about the supernatural. Don’t you have any idea at all?”

“Right. Apologies, Jack. I do have my... ideas, but they’re something I have to  work on myself. Anyhow, they probably hate me out there, but you don’t  have that problem. You’re better off finding other people to live with, out there. But let’s at least get the ink off your foot before you go.” Hopefully it was merely on his foot.

Jack attempted to claw the ink from his foot, but it was as though it was endless. All his efforts  gave him was a clawed-off foot. And by the looks of it, no pain. The ink then re-attached  itself to his ankle. “S-Sammy? Did you see that?”

I nodded in resignation resignation, then knelt down to examine the infected area. In addition to his foot being gone and replaced by an inky stump, Jack's entire calf was purple, with inky black veins reaching up into his thigh. Those gears must have caused an open wound, which allowed the ink to get in.

“W-what’s happened to me?”

“Jack..." I looked into his eyes. This wouldn't be easy to say. "You've been infected by ink. We need to amputate your leg, or you're going to end up looking just like me.”

"Oh... Well, where are we going to do that? D-do you think ink creatures can smell blood?"

"I don't know. I guess, the best thing we can do is to find where there's people, and failing that, get you to the infirmary and do it ourselves. But first, we should get to a bathroom so you can drink some water. It is honestly a miracle you aren't totally transformed by now, and even more amazing that it's progressed this slowly while you were dehydrated."

---

The two of us had been walking in silence a while when I decided to try and tell Jack the truth. If anyone would listen, it would be him. It took him quite a while to figure out the sanest-sounding possible way to explain everything. “Alright, Jack. Maybe I should tell you my ideas. You see, the ink machine is supernatural, and it’s not just that little thing that we lift up with chains. There lies a much bigger one- the size of a church- in the basement. Joey and I were the only ones who knew of it, and we used it to make supernatural creations. And at the very core of the machine, something is trapped. I’ve heard it pounding and scratching at the walls. And Jack, Joey and I had practiced the occult together before, but the things this ink machine let us do were beyond any of that. Towards the end, Joey even told me that it was the forces that be that were making me look like this. The creature calls himself Bendy. He sees through cutouts, and he controls ink,” Sammy examined Jack’s face for signs of disbelief. Thankfully there weren’t any yet. “And it gets even more bizarre. I think that Joey Drew imprisoned one of the old gods we used to pray to. Enslaved it so we could do the impossible with the ink machine. And all this is just a sign of it having full control of its powers again. Through the cutout in my sanctuary, I’ve been begging it to let me go. Jack, if we get it on our side, it will set us free.”

By now, Jack was staring at me like I’d sprouted a second head. “Come again?”

“I know that sounds bizarre, but look around you. Nothing of this conventional, and neither will be our escape. The only way out is to please the ink demon.”

“Okay. Well, if that’s the case, we need to tell everyone. Even if that’s not the case, we at least need to tell everyone not to let the ink eat them.”

“I don’t think so, Jack. People will be upset, and-“

A familiar roar emanated from the walls. The projectionist’s roar. We scampered out of the room so not to be cornered and found themselves nearly face-to-face with the monster. “Run!” I commanded, before beginning to tear down the hall. Looking back, I could tell that Jack, limping on his ink foot, was doomed unless something was done. I threw my axe, and in a stroke of sheer luck, it landed in the middle of the projectionist’s head. The projectionist wobbled backward, stunned. Jack tore the axe from the creature’s head, and, in an act of extreme cleverness or extreme stupidity, threw it as hard as he could down the hall. The projectionist turned away from to investigate the sound. At the other end of the hall was a little miracle station. It could barely fit the both of us, but this was a matter of survival. We watched the projectionist idly wander past and stayed in the station for several minutes afterward.

"And what I care about is your safety. I have my sanctuary to return to, and after we find someone to amputate your leg, I will be returning to it."

Jack protested that I should join the other humans as well, and we argued a while, but eventually Jack relented. We walked a bit until, in the far distance, they saw a young woman collecting bacon soup cans. The two of us ducked around the corner, and I whispered. "Alright, Jack. Go talk to her and see if she can bring you to the others. If she can't, come back to me. And if not," I gave Jack a hug, "Best of luck."

Jack hugged him back. "Thanks Sa-"

"Not so loud. Don't scare her away!"

Jack lowered his voice. "Right. I really do hope you join us, though. I bet people will be more forgiving than you think."

With that, he left. I could hear the girl promising to take Jack to a place she was calling "the village." All seemed well, so I made my way back to his sanctuary.

[veridium]

happy pills

The storm is on the horizon for your favorite modern thedas college girls. It’s my honor to push my piece a step further on the board. This episode brought to you by Norah Jones’s “Happy Pills,” otherwise known as my favorite song to sing wine drunk in the shower! 

Enjoy some sad, tepid burn and friends knocking sense into each other! uwu!

start from the beginning // previous episode

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6:50am, Friday morning:

--dude, send me your coffee order in ten minutes or perish.

Ellinor: surprise me

--you hate when I do that

Ellinor: you always say that! you know me

--ok fine, it’s my funeral after it’s yours. I’m at the studio. Hopefully you’ve snuck back through the window from your nocturnal love nesting.

Friday morning workout at the dance studio does not rival Josephine’s pep talk as far as therapeutic outlets go, but it’s a close placebo. She’s been going once a day at least since Wednesday evening, and switched to early mornings in order to evade any possible ‘run-in.’ Now she is an even more mean, lean, dancing machine than she usually is, dressed in her black leotard, tights, and running shorts. The last thing on her to-do list while in town is to stop into the coffee shop downtown to pick up coffee for her and Ellinor -- she called dibs on the honors, edging out Cullen for once that week.

She parks her car on the curb at 7:45am and tosses her hair up in a clip. Hopping out of her mini and over the crosswalk, she walks in with ease though the memories flood. Down the way she sees the table where her and Cassandra had their disaster coffee meet-up, and butterflies yet linger in her stomach as she waits in line to place her order.

Just as it’s her turn, people come down the shop stairs from the second-floor lounge area. A set of flats with ballerina laces, the other calf-high, military style boots. The worst combination of people there could ever be. Cassandra, and the red-headed friend of Josephine’s. Lily? Leliana. Leliana.

What are they doing here? It’s the crack of fucking dawn!

They’re walking close, and it’s not due to the lack of space. Shoulder-to-shoulder, like...like how they used to. Olivia can’t bare to look at their faces and have it be made worse. She closes her eyes and turns away. Dread and its accompanying sensations flood her from nose to toe. She braces for a collision, a cringey ‘oh how do you know so-and-so?’ and sly grin for absolutely no reason. Cassandra’s awkward inability to hide her feelings of uncomfortable distaste.

But, across the floor, the secondary door entrance rings its bell, and she turns to see they are gone. Left without so much as a horrible side-eye. Well, fine, if that is how it is...

Is she that unrecognizable post-workout? God, she must be. She pulls out her phone and flips the selfie camera on. It isn’t the worst she’s ever looked -- sophomore year, second semester finals definitely takes the cake in that category. But she does look...human. Mortal. Normal, sans emo pride flag hoisted in her wake.

Her gawking is interrupted by a text from Ellinor:

Ellinor: Hey, still bringing my coffee? I have some things to do and class later…

--Yeah, I’m ordering now. Be at the dorm in 15.

Oh, so she is alive. Funny. She pays for her to-go order, a white non-fat mocha and an Oregon chai. She’s expanding Ellinor’s palate, slowly but surely, starting with the chai family. Today is a risky day to try, though -- Ellinor has been a happy nervous mess, and last night’s antics have them both on edge: another instance where she’d said she would come home in a few hours, tops, only to stay over until morning. Something’s got to give.

Heading to her car, she makes a couple more texts, but to Theia instead:

--dude, hey, do you know Leliana?

She’s buckled up by the time Theia responds. The early mechanic bird always gets first dibs at tinkering with the shop stuff, as she would say.

Theia: Leliana? Who fucking doesn’t.

--That makes me feel better. She queer?

Theia: Yeah, she’s one of us. Cool once she likes you. I swear she ran a government background check on me when I started hanging out with Josie.

--well, great, she’s hanging out with...she who shall not be named

Theia: Well, hope she says goodbye, because I’m still killing her lol

--Ha, very funny. I gotta drive, I’ll text you later. See you this weekend at the gala?

Theia: Yep!

Well, shit. What’s there to like about the situation besides their choice in shoes? Nothing. But she’s got a coffee order to deliver to her best friend, and that takes precedent. She puts the car into gear and takes off.

Once on campus she marches straight up to their rooms, where Ellinor is waiting with a boot tapping the ground and phone in both her hands.

“There you are! Fuck,” Ellinor sighs, rubbing one of her eyes. “Tell me it’s at least a double-shot.”

“Triple,” Olivia grins, handing it to her. They both sip, and Ellinor makes a face.

“Is this a boujee chai? You got me a boujee chai again.”

“I got you a nice chai. You’re welcome, Olivia, for being my coffee fairy…”

Ellinor pinches the bridge of her nose, like a reset button, and refocuses on her phone screen. Is she still grumpy from Olivia’s read last night? Maybe, it was a bit...brutal. That’s what happens when you catch her trying to sleep, noise machine on ocean sounds and late night oreos digesting.

“Thank you,” Ellinor finally spits out, pulling her headphones from her denim jacket pocket. “I’m sorry, I’m just...worried.”

“Why? What’s up? Fuck, my class starts soon, let me throw some clothes on and get my bag.”

A black spaghetti strap, black jeans, and a grey long cardigan will have to do. She runs some product through her wet hair and ties it back up, and out in no more than 3 minutes. They get down the stairs and onto the sidewalk. Private enough for multitasking gossip and academia.

“So, what’s with the stick up your ass?” Olivia asks, slipping her aviators on.

“Nothing.”

“Bullshit.”

“Not even!”

“You got ten minutes before the door closes and you gotta find another plucky blonde to be your confessor, dude. Speak now or forever hold your peace!”

“Urgh!” Ellinor chokes back an erroneous groan, pressing her to-go cup to her lips. “I need to be beamed up, Scotty. This is getting too much.”

“Too much? Dude, what?”

Ellinor takes another long chug, and their walking gets faster. Oh no, she’s not getting out of this one.

“His sister is arriving today.”

“I thought you were excited to meet her.”

“I am! It’s just...It’s…” they round a corner, a back path to the area of campus where their buildings are located. “You know in movies and shit when people get introduced to other people and the mutual friend goes “ah, shit, this is...my...friend,” like all awkward? I realized this morning that he’s gonna have to do that.”

Olivia sighs, adjusting the position of her bag shoulder strap and hooking her thumb onto it. “And you want to be introduced as an important person.”

“Yes! I--NO!”

“Aha!” Olivia finger guns. Caught red-handed...or...hearted...whatever it is.

“That is not what I am having an issue with! Look, you were right, okay. I don’t want it to be this way. I need to nix it.”

Olivia dragged her shoe heel to a halt, eyes round and mouth agape. “The fuck?! Ellinor, how am I to blame for this?”

“Your text! You...with the thing...and the ‘is this what I want’ shit!”

“Ugh! Ellinor, Jesus Christ!” she grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her off to the side. They had entered a little park-like area, with a couple trees and a cheap looking sitting bench. Guiding -- no, yanking -- Ellinor to it, she slung her onto her ass and set down her coffee.

“Alright, Ellinor, gloves coming off.”

“What?”

“Gloves, off,” Olivia rolls her shoulders. She’s still feeling bouncy and strong from workout. “You keep saying the opposite of what you feel and it shows. You obviously like him, and he obviously likes you. Why are you acting like being an adult only means saying no? The fuck?” Olivia throws her arms up.

“I’m not! I’m just being practical! I don’t even know if would want to be anything else. He seems perfectly fine as it is!”

“Who said to be friends, Ellinor? Who? I’ll give you three guesses, the first two don’t count!”

The world seemed to stop turning. Olivia stood there, hunched forward in her shoulders, looking like she was lobbying on a Congressional floor that water was a basic human right. That same ardor, all for her best friend botching her love life. But Ellinor was squirming for all the wrong reasons. She was doing exactly what she did when things got too good: finding a reason to call it good, while they were ahead.

Ellinor bunches her knees together and sits back, pouting.

“I said it,” she mumbles.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t quite hear. Who?” Olivia holds a hand to the rim of her ear.

Ellinor purses her lips and looks off to the side, evading her eye. “I did…” another low tone.

“Uh, come again?”

“I did! Dammit!” she kicks the floor and folds her arms. “Shit, fuck, dammit…”

“BINGO! Ya’ll we got a winner!” The salt in her tone’s getting excessive, even for her own internal standards. Which, clearly, are immense. Deflating her tirade and taking a breath, Olivia puts her hands to her hips. Shifting from antagonist asshole friend to helpful soccer coach mom.

“Babe,” Olivia gives in, “maybe it’s time you listen to the Disney song and say you like him, and you know what you want from him.”

“Do I?” Ellinor asks as Olivia sits down next to her, thigh-against-thigh. She lays her head on Olivia’s shoulder. “I’m so confused I can barely think straight.”

“Hey, that’s less of a problem then you think.”

“Oh. Ha-ha, nice gay joke, funky little bisexual.”

Olivia giggles, and wraps her arm around hers. “Hey, it worked. And now, we’re gonna be late for class.”

“I know.”

They both sigh, and accept the inevitable. Each of them has their reasons. Ellinor probably doesn’t want to see Cullen and have all her existential agony to show off. Olivia just...wants to stop caring. The week has gone on logistically without a hitch, and her workaholic personality has ensured everything but her love and social life has gone smooth. Everything is on fire, but it’s fine. It’s so fine.

“Well, games are fun, right? We’ll have fun.”

Olivia stills, her cheeks flushing. It suddenly gets a whole lot hotter. “Uh, hey, about that…”

Ellinor twitches and sits up, looking at her with a pointed face of ‘oh god, please don’t.’ “Olivia…”

She cringes and bunches her shoulders. “I just don’t think it’s a good idea.”

“You said yesterday it’d be fine! That you were all good under the hood!”

She glares, but with a laugh in the back of her throat. “I didn’t say ‘all good under the hood.’ I have never said that in my damn life.”

“You! But you said! Ugh, unbelievable!” Ellinor let her hands fall up, then down onto her jeans, making a slapping down. “What’s going on? Did you talk to Cass?”

Cass. She calls her Cass all the time. It’s nice, but it’s not her. Cullen calls her Cass, too. They all call her Cass. Why not her? Why does she have to be extra and say ‘Cassandra’ all the damn time? For fuck’s sake.

“No, I haven’t. It’s still radio silence, but…” she teeters on whether or not to explain, but she figures it’s written all over her face anyways. Ellinor’s look of skeptical frustration says as much. “I saw her this morning.”

She pauses. Anticlimactic, so it seems. “You...saw her? Is that...a big deal?”

“No, it’s…” she rubs her hand against her scalp of tied-back hair. “It’s not that, really. It’s...how I saw her.”

Ellinor looks as if she’s about to hear a testimony of assisted homicide, as she turns to face her, criss-crossing her legs and picking her coffee up. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“You know that girl I told you about, the one Josie introduced me too?”

“Yeah, the creepy redhead. What about her...oh, oh no. Liv…” she scowls in sympathy, “they weren’t…”

Liv smiles with sadness and looks off to the grass in front of them. “They were at the coffee shop. What was supposed to be our coffee shop. At 7:45 in the morning, no less. You know what that means.”

“...morning after hookup coffee…” Ellinor whines a bit in secondhand misery. “Fuck. It can’t be.”

“I mean, I was wrong. I must be,” Olivia shrugs. “Or she’s having very fond friendships.” Very, very fond. 7:45 in the morning, dressed with makeup on and school bags packed fond. No one’s that fond without something that perked them up the morning before. Unless you were Ellinor Trevelyan and hated admitting feelings.

“The worst part,” she chuckles again, “the worst fucking part! Is that Leliana said she heard about me. My dumbass was like ‘oh, cool, Josie mentioned me,’ but no! It was! Her! That...that!” she stops before she gets carried away, gritting her teeth as she puts her coffee to her chin. “They must laugh about me. Goodness, why would she make a move on Cassandra, she’s clearly not interested and spoken for! Secret...CIA lesbians…”

Ellinor rolls her lips, choking on her laugh she so desperately wants to let out. They refrain from eye contact in order to save face.

“You might be jumping to conclusions, maybe? They could be friends. Josie and her seemed tight, and you don’t know if this Leliana person is even--”

“I texted Theia after I saw them. She’s ‘one of us.’ And pretty, and sophisticated, and...has leadership roles. I look like a chipmunk and Marilyn Manson had a love child on a good day.”

Ellinor gasped, and slapped her in the thigh. “Olivia Berenice, shut up! What the hell! Whatever this woman has going for her, you’re hot, okay? Hot, and brilliant, and cultured!”

“I’m a chipmunk!”

Ellinor roars and starts tickling her in the side, but she only groans and squirms like a gangling preteen without proper cognitive awareness. But, laughter does take hold, and she even snorts.

“Fine, fine! I’m not a chipmunk!” she wiggles, “I just! I’m mad. I’m mad that I’m mad. I shouldn’t be jealous of something that wasn’t mine to begin with. But here I am, sulking and pouting, going ‘but that’s MY spare bike helmet she’s probably wearing, riding on the back of her motorcycle.’ I want to bury myself alive. This shit blows.” She sips more of her mocha, but the sweetness is no longer satisfying. The taste of resentment and unresolved bisexuality overtakes the white chocolate.

“It...it does blow,” Ellinor admits, leaning forward with her elbows on her knees. “Damn.”

“So, forgive me, but I don’t think me showing up tonight will be good. Or necessary. I’m just gonna be that awkward friend that Cullen wants to be nice to but also respect his roommate’s choices. And from what I gather of Leliana, she’ll probably just go Avril Lavigne and kick me into the mini-golf lagoon.”

That evokes a laugh, but a sorry one. Pity. Ellinor downs the rest of her chai and slides her feet over the edge of the bench, boots barely touching down on the dirt. “That means I’ll be on my own with Rosalie, probably. Fuck.”

“Hey, that’s not a bad thing. You’re cute, and funny. From what I’ve heard of her, she’ll probably look at you like the sun shines out your ass. A grunge babe, out in the world and getting educated. Yeah…” she teases, a crooked and charming smile.

Ellinor groans. “I’m a mess, is what I am. She’ll see me twenty yards out and go ‘shit, what’s that hot mess express doing out here in public?’ and Cullen will go, ‘hey, that’s my friend! My friendly friend, who I only have friendship for. The friendliest friend to ever...friend…” she gets sadder the more she talks, as does her posture. It’s disheartening to see her spin and spin and spin, rather than just cut herself a break.

“Ell, you gotta put yourself outta your misery,” Olivia concludes, pulling her phone out. “And I don’t mean by taking a break.”

“There’s no way to know if I’ll be more miserable for indulging myself, though. I’ll just jump out into the water and fall flat on my face.”

“Or, he could catch you, like he’s been trying and offering to this whole damn time.”

“That’s not true!”

“Ughhh, Ellinooorr,” Olivia falls forward into her lap, her head hung low. “Christ alive.”

“It’s not! He doesn’t look a touch uncomfortable with being friends.”

“Yeah, because so far friends has gotten him a spooning-mate for what, three nights?”

“Two!”

“Two! My God, forget about it, nevermind!”

They roll their eyes at the same time but for contrasting reasons. Olivia, fed up a bit by the circular direction of the conversation, would rather go to class and risk being locked out for her delinquency. “Come on, to class, binch.”

Ellinor lays her head back but pushes herself up, dragging her feet but carrying on. When they’re back on the sidewalk, fresh air in their lungs, things feel a bit less useless.

“But that also means he’s probably sick of me making demands,” Ellinor speaks again after about a minute of walking. “If I try to reset the boundaries, he’ll probably think I’m too bossy or something.”

“The man likes to be bossed,” Olivia says rather mercilessly, “I’ve never seen a guy with a more apparent invisible “peg me” sign on his forehead.”

“Olivia!!”

“What?!” she shrugs, “there’s a nobility in getting pegged.”

“Yeah? And what would you be, if Cassandra was involved?” a sharp, cutting response. Maybe Olivia hit a nerve too far.

She sighs. “The best peggers know when it’s their turn to get pegged,” she answered, “I do not possess such talents. The force is not with me.”

They come to the short concrete walkway to Olivia’s building and stop. People walk past, closer so that they have to be more secretive with their highly classified discussion.

“The force could be in you, maybe,” she giggles crassly, “uh, I mean, pour one out for your pegging skills,” side-stepping towards the path where she must walk alone. “You sure you don’t wanna go, dude? It’ll be a crowd, and you can spend all your time with Rosalie if you want to. I might need the help if she turns out hating my guts.”

Olivia slides her hands into her jean pockets and looks around. No one familiar, no one worth her attentions. Good.

“I’m sorry, Ellinor. I’m recovering, and I’m a hell of a lot better than I was last weekend, but...I don’t think I can see her. See them...at least, not like that.” The sight of Cassandra playing soccer was still sacred to her. The first real sight she ever got of her in action, and the epicenter of happier times with Ellinor on the grass sipping drinks and fantasizing about their love stories.

“Okay. Text me, alright? If you change your mind I can just swing around and come get you.”

“No worries. I’m probably gonna drive home tonight, actually. I got my dress for the gala, I just need to go spend time with Mother dearest.”

“Ugh, really?”

“Yeah. I know,” she huffs, looking up at the third floor windows where her lecture is being held without her. “Time to wake up and get on with life. You, at least, are still holding out.”

“Psh! No,” Ellinor make a ‘yikes face.’ “I’m on thin ice right next to you.”

Olivia stares at her, a brow raised. “Ellinor.”

“...what?”

She shakes her head, and turns her shoulders towards the doors that await her. “I’ll put it this way: I walked out on my person after demanding space once, and she came back around. I did it again, and I lost everything good about it in fear of facing the ‘maybe’ bad stuff. Don’t be me, checking messages that are a week old, hoping that I somehow missed one. Don’t get your heart smashed into the sidewalk when you see him out with someone else because you didn’t know what you may have had. Please.”

It pains her to say it out loud, but it’s true. The week was a yellow-brick road of life lessons learned all-too-late. If she could go back, she’s unsure of what she’d do. Maybe not kiss her, maybe still try but then ask what was wrong. Talk to her. Listen. God, listen better. But it’s too late -- or, it’s too close to being too late, and she can’t keep doing this to herself.

Ellinor frowns, as if she is about to tear up. Olivia grins and pats her on the shoulder. “Hey, go to class, kid.”

“Okay. Text me, please? Let me know when you’re on the road and when you’re home.”

“I will. Love you, bestie.”

“You too, bestie.”

And with that, they part ways, Olivia retreating into her sacred building, called Tifton Hall by everyone else. The stairs sound better than an elevator, and when she gets to the third floor, she sees that class was let out early. Great, so it was no use showing up. She climbs back to the second floor where the faculty offices are along with the TA office desk and inboxes. If she can get nothing else out of being there, she can check for any last minute notes. She’s been a horrible TA -- it’s been over a week since she checked it.

Nothing’s there, though, with the exception of a red post-it. Some Professor’s shorthanded nonsense, probably. Ripping it from the box and sticking it on her finger, though, the truth is revealed:

“Stopped by to drop off things for a Professor. Hope you’re having a good day. -C”

Her throat nearly closes, or so it feels. It must have been old. She looks on the back, and true to Cassandra’s erudite character, it’s dated. The day before last Friday. The day they hadn’t seen each other, or text, really. Turns out her distance wasn’t so far.

She looks down either end of the hallway -- no one’s there to make fun of her for what she is about to do. She pulls out her favorite notebook and presses it to the inside cover. The last thing she’ll ever have, for when she starts to forget it was ever real.

God, Ellinor, don’t fuck up like I have.

Time to put headphones in and marathon King Princess, St. Vincent, and Halsey, her sapphic patroness Saints, until she feels too heartless to care. A playlist on her Spotify made by Sera for her last fallout with a girl, titled “Girl Troubles, Dedicated to Baby Liv.”

[colabpixelpusher]

Busy Busy

As we approach the last few weeks of semester I am feeling a little run off my feet. It’s totally my fault though as I have once again joined a play this semester... but the last few days I’ve been busy with my elective paper - Space Image and Sound - and so have not gotten a lot of studio done. I also don’t have a lot of photos for you because as always, I find that when building I forget to get my camera out and unfortunately I am working alone this semester and no longer have Jolie to take photos for me :P

Anyway what I have been doing for studio over the last week or 2 is finalising many different aspects of the design and trying to pull it all together. As of Friday I finally finished printing all my cogs and support plates, and as of today I finally laser cut the external cog pieces so I am finally ready to construct the axis part of the sculpture (ie. all the motor and bearings and gears, just not the sculpture body pieces). My plan is to spend all day in the labs constructing it all on Friday.

In terms of figure construction I decided on the materials for each piece of my person last week. They include a:

Thin layer of clay over paper mache for the head and shoulders

An exposed wire frame for the torso

Smashed CD pieces (supplied by EJ) glued to a wire support structure for the bottom

Chromato-Pores and Mimi & Yuyu knit (donated by Kelz) for the thighs

One 3D printed and one laser cut calf

Electronics tied around a wire frame for the feet

And I began collecting materials and constructing them this week. As of today the torso, bum, thighs, and one foot are all finished. The 3D printed calf is actually printing as I type and will be ready for collection tomorrow and the laser cut calf has been modelled and I will be cutting it tomorrow. So just the head and a foot to go!!!! It’s a long slow process, but I am really enjoying it, doing hands on construction as well as pushing some of the skills I’ve learnt over the degree. Can’t wait to see it all come together! But in the meantime, I have a few photos of a couple of the sections for you:

Wire torso:

CD bum:

Knit thighs:

[scottdavenportphoto]

Review - ThinkTank Updates The MindShift Rotation Backpack 34L

If you are thinking of adding the MindShift Rotation Backpack or other ThinkTank or MindShift gear to your kit, please consider using my affiliate link. There is no extra cost to you and you’ll get free shipping. Also, referral purchases help support independent photography gear reviews like this.

I am a big fan of ThinkTank and MindShift backpacks and camera bags. I own several of them. My go-to bag for the past 5 years has been the Rotation Backpack. When ThinkTank announced an update to the bag last year, I was all-in. So much so, the new edition of the Rotation Backpack became the first product (and to date, only product) I’ve backed on Kickstarter. So for you cut-to-the-chase types in the crowd, yes, I wholeheartedly recommend the Rotation Backpack. Of the three sizes available, I use the 34 Liter (34L) Rotation Backpack. It’s large enough for all the gear I need for a photo outing and small enough to comfortably travel with.

Who Is The Rotation Backback For?

For the photographer or hiker that needs their go-to gear at their fingertips when inspiration strikes. Taking a pack off to pull out a camera and lens takes time and interrupts workflow. Also, when capturing photos in nature, there may not be the ability to put a pack down on stable ground. Hillsides, streams, rivers, oceans, muddy terrain, deep snow … all of these elements make it challenging to stash a bag while making images. I’ve been using the previous version of the Rotation backpack for about 5 years and can’t imagine a field workflow without it.

The Rotation Backpacks enable me to have a “ground free” kit. I focus my time on making photos and not juggling gear or worrying about finding a place to put down my backpack. Everything I need is at my fingertips. It’s a great workflow. As a seascape photographer, I’m very often calf or knee-deep in the ocean and there is no ground for me to put a pack down!

What Is New In The Updated Rotation Backpack?

There is a long list of improvements with this updated backpack. The full list is on the Rotation Backpack webpage on ThinkTank. There are several improvements I do want to call out for you.

Increased capacity: The belt pack has more storage space and the backpack is designed to work with the Stash Master storage pouches. More details about capacity below.

Magnetic belt pack closure: In addition to the zippers on the belt pack, the lip of the cover is magnetized. It closes over firmly and stays closed, even in a stiff wind. The flap won’t suddenly open, exposing your gear to the elements.

Weather and water-resistant: The entire pack is water-resistant. The upper part of the backpack has a lip of fabric that forms a protective barrier over the zippers of the bag. It’s more protection from the elements for your gear.

Packs stand upright: When you’re not wearing the backpack, it stands upright when placed on the ground.

You might be laughing or shaking your head about the bag standing upright when placed on the ground. Scott … didn’t you just say the great thing about the bag is not having to put it down? :) Yes, that’s 100% true. Yet when I do put it down, even in the studio, it is very nice that it stands upright on its own. My older Rotation bag must be propped up against something (usually my tripod).

There are plenty of other features of the backpack. These are just the few I find most beneficial with the new pack, things that are either not present in its predecessor or have been significantly improved. Keep these items in mind if you’re considering a second-hand first-generation Rotation Backpack (which is still a great bag, just not as fully featured).

Rotation Backpack Capacity

The Belt Pack The inner belt pack of the Rotation Backpack holds my essential cameras and lenses, the ones I make most of my imagery with. In my 34L backpack, I stow two full-frame Sony A7Rii bodies with lenses mounted in the belt pack. The first camera body has a 16-35mm lens mounted and the second a 24-70mm mounted. In the field, I switch between cameras instead of swapping lenses and never have to put my bag down. The updated backpack holds these two camera bodies and lenses with ease. In my older bag, I had a method to store them, but extracting a camera was a little cumbersome. Not anymore. For smaller form factor cameras, there is even more room. A micro-4/3rds photographer could fit a whole lot of camera bodies and lenses in the belt pack. The system comes with plenty of velcro dividers, so you can customize the layout of the pack interior.

There is also a mesh pocket on the inside of the belt pack lid, great for ancillary items like memory cards, batteries, lens cloths, remote triggers, and the like. A small front pocket is also there, a great place to stash a smartphone or small tablet (or more lens cloths … I never seem to have enough).

The Backpack The upper part of the backpack is an empty cubic volume of space. In practice, you’ll want some kind of divider system to insulate and pad your gear (or you can pack extra clothes and a lot of snacks!). In my older rotation backpack, I dropped in a random insert from a different camera bag that worked well. The updated Rotation Backpack is designed to work with ThinkTank’s Stash Master storage pouches. Now, I load a Stash Master with the gear I want, drop it into the upper part of the Rotation Backpack, and I’m out the door into the wilderness.

For my 34L backpack, I added a Stash Master Top Load to carry additional gear. This is the type of stuff I use in the field but use less frequently. Like the belt pack, the Stash Master comes with a set of velcro dividers to customize its interior. It may seem small yet with good use of the velcro dividers, you can fit quite a lot of additional gear into the Stash Master and backpack. Note that the 34L and 50L Rotation Backpacks work with different Stash Master products. The 22L backpack will not accommodate a Stash Master.

Inside the backpack is another mesh pouch for yet more stuff :). I actually slide a 13” laptop into this space. It’s outside the Stash Master and inside the bag. When I wear the pack, the laptop is (more or less) directly on my back, nestled between the well-padded back of the backpack and the padded sides of the Stash Master. I prefer that setup to the unpadded laptop zipper pouch on the outside of the backpack.

Other Pouches At the very top of the backpack is a small zipper pouch - another place to stash loose stuff. I recommend keeping the content in this area small and light. It is not padded or structured. One bonus of this area is a plastic latch on a strap stitched into the bag, a perfect place to hook your car or house keys to keep them safe and free up your pockets for other photo gear you might need handier during a photo trip. There is another pouch on the left side of the bag to carry water.

On the larger models (34L and 50L), there is another zippered pouch on the outside of the backpack to store a hydration system. It is also alternately touted as a laptop space. However, do note this space is unpadded. I prefer to stow my laptop in the inner part of the backpack.

The very outer layer of the backpack is also a “stuff pack” for temporary storage. I suggest using it for soft things, like when you’ve shed a jacket during a long hike.

Tripod Carry There are two ways to carry a tripod with the 34L Rotation Backpack. My preferred way is to use the tripod flap at the base of the pack. Velcro patches at the center top and bottom of the pack reveal a securing strap and tripod flap. This allows for a balanced carry of the tripod. You can also use the pouch on the left side of the bag. There is a strap on the side to secure the top of the tripod, lashing it to the side of the bag. Heavier tripods may skew weight distribution, though.

Comfort And Fit

I have worn the Rotation Backpack for hours at a time, both the latest edition and its predecessor. It is a comfortable bag to wear. The shoulder straps are thick, well-padded, and breathable. They are also wide, distributing weight across your shoulders better than thinner straps. In addition to the waist strap that is part and parcel of the belt pack, there is a chest strap to cross-connect the shoulder straps. I feel using the chest strap makes the backpack more comfortable, distributing the pack weight across my shoulders, hips, and chest.

The back of the pack is well-padded, too. It has a ridged padding that breathes and dries quickly. Let’s be honest. When you’re wearing a backpack for hours at at time, and on a hot day your back is going to sweat. That is expected. The breathable padding of the Rotation Backpack does run cooler than other bags I’ve used.

Adjusting the Rotation Backpack to your body is relatively easy. It took me just a few minutes to adjust and tweak the straps so the backpack rested at the level on my back where I wanted it. The backpack has 10 different adjustment points to fine tune load balancing. There’s even an adjustment for torso height.

Build Quality

The build quality in a word is excellent. The stitching and zippers are strong. The backpack material is sturdy yet light, resistant to abrasions and tears, and water resistant. The entire bag including the padding quickly dries.

I fully expect this level of quality from ThinkTank and MindShift. The quality of their products is a reason I continue to use their backpacks and storage bags. Photographers spend thousands on dollars on our cameras, lenses, and other equipment. Buy a carry system that gives your gear the protection it warrants.

Are There Any Downsides To The Backpack?

I’m hard pressed to find a cut and dry negative with this backpack. I’ve used its predecessor for half a decade, and that’s certainly a factor in my choosing to get the updated version. It would be nice if there were a padded laptop space. My workaround of nestling a laptop in the mesh pouch of the backpack works well, and I do feel between the padding of the Stash Master and the backpack itself, my laptop is well protected on the occasions I carry it in the bag. My photography style is

For some photographers, the stowage capacity may seem a little small. As I note in the review video, the inner belt pack comes at a cost of storage space. Every “boundary” between gear chambers means less space for a piece of equipment. For me, the 34L is plenty bag for my photo trips - and it fits in most overhead bins (check those regional flights … smaller planes are always a challenge).

If you are left-handed, note the belt pack rotates out from the right side. So you’re less dominant hand will need to build some muscle memory to unlatch and pull out the belt pack.

I do have mixed emotions about the zipper pouch at the top of the backpack. The opening is narrower than the previous bag. The upside is that loose items are less likely to fall out. The downside is I can’t open the top flap wide to see all the nooks and corners in the pouch, and fish around for loose items a bit more.

Pricing

Here is the Rotation Backpack setup that I assembled to stow, carry, and protect my camera gear. Pricing quoted is the list prices at the time of this review.

Rotation 34L Backpack, $299

Stash Master Top Load, $55

Rotation Rain Cover, $30

Some might put the price point as a negative :) Yet, for the quality and versatility of the backpack, and that it will easily last you 5 years of steady use, I think the price is fair. Over the long term, it’s a small yearly investment that both protects my gear and speeds up my field workflow so I can capture more photos. Because that’s what it’s really all about - making photos. I want gear that contributes to smoother workflow and enables me to make more images, and the Rotation Backpack does exactly that.