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ೀ⋆OCT 31ST LEGALLY BLONDE ━━ seishiro nagi + coercion !

୨୧ — caution, you are now watching. seishiro nagi + coercion. there’s no way someone broke up with nagi because he’s too blonde!? poor baby, maybe you could provide a little emotional support…(5.5K)

୨୧ — rated r. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact ! nsfw, heavy smut, dark content, characters aged up to 20s, college!au, strangers to lovers (?), teaching assistant/student relationship, dom/sub dynamics, some switching, reader is lifted up by nagi, coercion, dubcon, handjobs, virginity loss, cherry chasing, oral fixation, mind break, praise kink, creampies, soft sex, clothed sex, unprotected sex, TA!reader, elle woods!nagi.

୨୧ — director’s note. happy halloween my loves! i hope you enjoy the final kinktober fic! its been super fun writing and editing for you all. stay tuned for the bonus in the coming weeks <3 - m.list ⋆ kinktober m.list ⋆ taglist ✧

this law school thing wasn’t all what it cracked up to be. 

after the love of his life, reo mikage, had broken up with him for someone smarter, blander and richer than him — nagi had been blessed with the genius idea of following his ex all the way to one of the top law schools in the world. the plan was practically fool proof, the guys at his sorority worked hard to help seishiro study — pulling all nighters for practice tests and rewarding him with naps every time he had gotten a question right. 

rin itoshi had even convinced his parents to reach out to a hollywood director so that they could film nagi’s audition tape. it obviously featured isagi and bachira too. nagi had even worn his best designer swim trunks to impress the board of admissions. they’d all been super supportive of the light haired male in his endeavours and were there when he passed his LSAT exam

with all of this combined, he had managed to get in in — if that wasn’t enough for reo, then what was?

the answer? nothing.

reo still wanted that bland, basic bitch his family was marrying him off to. she was sensible, she was rich and seishiro quickly realised that he had only ever been a bit of ditzy fun to reo — a dumb blonde to stick his dick into whenever the time felt right. eye candy and nothing more. balancing his shattering hard with the complexities of law school had been tough for the white haired male and everything seemed to be going wrong. no one would study with him, reo wouldn’t even look at him and his friends back home were busy with the wedding plans nagi so desperately wished he had. 

however, that’s when you came along. 

after having the epiphany that he didn’t need reo to succeed — nagi knuckles down and studied hard for the law firm internship being offered amongst his cohort. he was relieved to have you as a teaching assistant in the process, not only were you absolutely gorgeous but you were compassionate and empathetic. you were smart, eloquent and everything seishiro wished he could be for his ex.

perhaps that’s what drew him to you, why he followed your every word like a puppy drooling after a treat. you’d been kind to nagi for the entire semester, from helping him out with studying for the internship right down to today, where he would be taking on his very first case in a court of law. it should have been easy, the facts were simple too. the client and fellow fraternity brother  (shidou ryousei) was accused of and arrested for the murder of his wife… but something about the events weren’t seeming to add up. nagi couldn’t come up with an alibi either. 

it was as if the words; the reasonings, the justification for shidou’s freedom were right in front of grey-scale eyes, only scrambled up like morse code. “how about we take a break?” as if you were a vision from his dreams or an angel from up above, you appear behind nagi’s tall frame as he slumps defeatedly against the hotel room desk — your hands fixing themselves to his broad shoulders for a massage. “you’ve been at this all night, seishiro.”

the law student swears your touch could heal all human ailments, the warmth of your palms seeping into the tense parts of his muscles like a cell performing diffusion — relaxation forming a comfortable fog over his brain. “i know shidou didn’t do it,” nagi defends with a grumpy pout, leaning back into you so that his head rests lazily against your stomach. “he told me… he said he was getting liposuction.” 

“we’ll need evidence of that,” you note, jerking your head to the side so that nagi can write it down. this entire time you’d been such a good mentor. “good boy.” something clicks in the light-haired male’s brain, a crackle of electricity shooting down his spine at your praise — swirling around in his guts as if to activate arousal.  “run me through the witness statements again.” there’s a sensual lilt to the tone of your voice and your touch cascades from his shoulders up to his neck like a backwards flowing waterfall.

seishiro isn’t sure if he’s making things up or reading the signs correctly — but he knows that there’s some kind of tension bubbling in the air. particles that resemble an aphrodisiac using kinetic energy to collide together, painting the room with lustful colours. “shidou’s step daughter says she heard a gunshot around 2:15pm after leaving the shower, walkin’ downstairs only to find shidou hangin’ over his wife’s body — covered in blood. ugh, this is too much hassle. this doesn’t make any sense!” he tosses an annoyed sigh into quietness of the room, moaning in surprise when you cup the base of nagi’s neck to pull his head up to face you and your eyes meet.

“you need a break seishiro, we can come back to this later,” you hum, the vibrations of your voice laced with sex appeal. as he swallows thickly, the law student’s Adam’s apple bobs under the pressure of your fairy-light grip on his throat — anticipating more from you. at this point, you’re half bent over him as he leans back in the chair, pink tongue slowly darting out to cover your lips in a spit shine. “how about it?” 

this feels so wrong. nagi’s cock stirring beneath his slacks at how good and kind you’re acting towards him. no one has ever gotten him this hot before — no one aside from reo. and you were still his teacher, by technicality, it would be wrong for nagi to even consider sucking your tongue down his throat. and yet, he can’t find it in himself to stop the temperature from rising between you, for falling into your dangerously salacious trap. 

“y-yeah,” he breathes deep when you squeeze his throat a little to test the waters. “i could do with a break.” 

“me too,” you gasp all too agreeably, bending the rest of the way down to capture seishiro’s lips in a searingly hot kiss. just as he wished you pry his mouth open with the tip of your curious tongue — pushing through his plush lips and curling around his own pink appendage. the lip lock is passionate, ravenous despite the mess and spit that you exchange. he chases your lips until he can’t breathe, sloppily accepting anything you give him, letting you lead where he can’t. 

he’s never done this before, not like this, not without reo. but in this moment, the silver-blonde doesn’t think he could ever go back to making out with his ex. not now that you’re the one kissing him. 

“i-i've never done any of this before.” the blonde gulps, swallowing down the copious amount of spit that builds on the palette of his tongue — looking into your eyes as a sense of hunger dawns on him, as if you’re the very meal he’s set to devour. “not without anyone that wasn’t—“

reo. 

sure they’d done stuff together. naughty touches here and there, hands ghosting over boxer briefs and fingers tweaking nipples (sei’s were especially sensitive because of the cute little piercings his ex insisted he get) — but nothing close to actual sex, nothing with a girl, nothing with someone like you. a burning heat, unlike anything nagi’s ever felt before, begins to brew in his lower stomach. his cock rises beneath his pants that suddenly feel all too tight.

nagi’s girth twitches against his thigh as your nails rake their way down his chest and slowly pop open the buttons of his crisply pressed white shirt. it heaves beneath his clothes — heart hammering against its calcium cage of his ribs. 

“i can tell, pretty boy.” you soothe him by purring into the shell of his ear, teeth tugging at the softness of his lobe. “but you’re a good kisser though. did reo teach you that?” your lips cascade down to his neck like a gentle flowing river at the same time that your hands delve below the belt to squeeze at seishiro’s swelling erection — testing the waters. 

his hips instinctively buck up into the warmth of your palm and a grin spreads across your plush lips at the feeling of his precum soaking his underwater and smearing across your fingers in thick, clingy webs. 

white and seedy and he’s nowhere close to cumming. almost like a little virgin. 

“have you ever done this before, seishiro?” 

the sound of his name, salaciously spelt out on his tongue, earns you a high pitched whine from nagi — his head rolling to the side and his thighs squeezing together with vicious need. “n-no,” he pauses before he grunts out a response and his entire body seizes as you take a firmer grip on his cock — jamming a thumb into his leaky slit to spread his arousal. “but i wanted to i just… reo said not until marriage—“

“— you don’t have to listen to reo anymore.” you announce breathily, setting a steady pace to your fist to jerk him off with. you’ve barely started and yet your hand is already glossed in a slight sheen of pre, soiling your knuckles from its viscousness. it’s so much for someone who’s never gone father than sloppy kisses and grinding while making out. it nurtures a certain seed of satisfaction in your chest to see him so messy so fast. “you can listen to me, sweet boy. do you want this… do you want it with me?” 

without letting go of the fat, drippy cock within your grasp — you shift to stand between the desk and nagi’s chair, shoving papers and court notes to the ground in your lustful haze. nagi thrusts lazily into your closed fist as if it’s instinct, following the sensation like a moth takes to a candle light. his grey eyes grow murky like a pond, swimming with desire for you and only you.

who was reo mikage to seishiro nagi? when there was an angel like you willing to feed this inexperienced man morsels of a heavenly pleasure he’s never felt before. the lawyer in training nods at your words like an eager man fallen to siren’s song as bait. “i want you,” he whimpers airily. “i wanna with you.” 

you rub down his thick, lengthy dick far enough to have your fingertips briefly brush against seishiro’s sensitive, weightly balls — just pulsing full of seed to give to you. the feeling makes nagi jump up from his seat so that he immediately towers over you. his height doesn’t overwhelm you, not when the towering blonde collapses onto you with a case of the shakes. he trembles above you, supporting himself by using one hand on the table while is mouth sloppily finds your neck to suck on and pacify himself.

“good boy, sei,” you coo, voice as sweet as hot sugar or candy. “i want you too. i always have. you’re such a pure, darling boy. glad to see that it’s true.” your praise is hidden in your soft moans as seishiro licks at the crystalline salt on your bare skin. you’re a little too twisted, taking advantage of his inexperience and his position beneath you as a student, but neither of you seem to care in this very moment. 

sweat beads against nagi’s hairline like diamonds on an expensive Chanel necklace and roses bloom across his cheeks with exertion — his hips rise and fall into your sticky fist in fluid motions, changing the steady stream of ecstasy you provide him. your hand is a solace for his aching cock, but you still make your student work for it. make nagi chase you since he only works hard for the things he wants. and right now, he wants to reach the end of the tight rope of pleasure you have him walking on. and to stave off the stormy frustration he feels from the case.

your hand wriggles it’s way into his wet silver locks, dragging nagi’s hungry mouth over yours since he’s so desperate to taste you, to have at you. it shows in the way he roughly grabs your hips too, grip so tight it threatens to leave bruises he’ll have to apologise for later. “ngh… please. g-god. miss…a-angel please,” he stutters, his bucking into your hand faster and harder, back and forth, back and forth through the tight ring of your fist. his bright and angry red cockhead peeks through the other side, glazed in opaque white — it’s a nice feeling, blistering hot and sensitive. “i…hah… gotta—“

nagi’s lashes flutter against your cheek — a strained whine reverbing in the base of his throat while you let him fuck your hands to his heart’s content, let him chase this new pleasure he’s never known. let him fall from the high heavens with blackened and burnt angel’s wings. you make him sin, for the first time ever. something about this should feel off to nagi, his law teacher taking advantage of him like this — but at this point, he’s too far gone, drowning in a hellfire of lust. 

mocking his moans, your mouth falls open in one of your own as you follow along with the pitiful expressions crossing the contours of seishirou’s face. “what is it, sei? what do you need?”

the room is too hot. your bodies against each other are temperate in the sex tainted air — accompanied by wet slapping sounds from your hand around his throbbing cock. “n-need to let go. it h-hurts,” he sniffles out, forcing his tongue into your mouth again to calm himself down. the more you speed up, remorselessly jerking him off, the closer nagi gets to the end of his own tether. this sensation is unfamiliar, the crumbling foundation of his orgasm coming crashing down as you fling droplets of his precum and arousal about the place — some of it landing on your clothes, the desk and discarded papers. 

again, neither of you care. 

“surrender to me baby, it’s okay. i’ve got you.” guiding the pale blonde through his first ever orgasm, you pour your heated words into his slobbering mouth — tongue running over his pearly white teeth and tangling with his drool coated tongue. that’s all sei needs to hear before he crumples against you with a shout — the first wave of his high crashing over him and pulling him under. 

it’s world shattering, brain melting as he cums. his abdomen contracts under your never-ending touch, ropes of hot white dribbling from his stimulated tip like a tap that keeps running. nagi swears he almost blacks out, falling dizzy and victim to your lustful charms as he twitches and cums and cums into your soiled palm. 

“f-fuck,” a soft whimper bubbles up on his raw bitten lips, stuttered out in suprise. “w-what was that?” 

“you orgasmed for me, sei, so pretty baby.” comes another set of your gentle praises. he feels his entire body wrack with a shakes at your words, his cock doesn’t dare to soften either. “you look so good when you cum.” 

his greyish-brownish eyes roll back into his skull when you let him go, his tip slapping against his clothed tummy. the brush of his cotton shirt against the slit on his tip makes him writhe from the sensitivity. “c-can i cum for you again? promise i’ll keep being good.” 

“of course,” you grin, proud that to have corrupted the poor boy. “are you okay to let me touch you again or do you want it now?” 

“touch me. now.” he growls, gripping your hand and guiding it towards his dribbling shaft, aiding the movement of your palm around him to start slow and lazy — working seishiro up into a heat once more. this time, the way your hand languidly jerks him off is made smooth by the evidence of his last orgasm, which you now use as lube. if you weren’t pressed for time and with a court case first thing tomorrow, you would have gotten onto your knees to clean up his copious amounts of mess. 

you quickly reduce him to a babbling mess against you, drool laden on his tongue and dripping onto his skin as you drive your thumb over nagi’s hot tip in tight circles with your free hand — touching what doesn’t fit in the other. “reo treated you so badly, poor baby,” you mewl sweetly, kitten licking at his pulse point just below his neck. “you work so hard, you deserve so much better. you deserve me.” 

he believes you, blindly and naively. nodding tenderly despite the way he widely fucks both of your hands as if they’re a makeshift hole — warm and slick, all for him. dopamine shocks him at the stem of his brain, spreading throughout his body like a wildfire only you can tame — it burns so good and  feels even better to have your dainty, perfectly manicured fingers wrap around his chubby girth so deliciously.

for a moment, you let seishiro go to squeeze at his heavy breeder’s balls — noticing the way they pulsate in your palm to signify the pale blonde’s second impending orgasm. “i think…hah… i think ‘m gonna… c-cum! again!”

pushing at his shirt, you press a kiss to the creamy skin of nagi’s shoulder and hum pridefully. “thank you for letting me know, sweetheart. cum for me. give it to me.”

with your permission granted, another blinding ecstasy takes over nagi, and he falls victim to you and your merciless hands once again. blood rushes through his ears like a storm surge, drowning at your angel coos while you guide him through his high, never letting up as you palm him through it all. he quivers and his knees buckle, shooting a hot and hefty load of seed all over your hand and clothes and the papers nearby.  “o-oh! fuck…” nagi chokes on a weak sob, bleating like an innocent lamb at the slaughter house while he weighed against your shorter frame — allowing you to bare the brunt of his weight and height. 

he’s so pretty when he cums, silvering blonde locks matted to his forehead by sweat — cheeks pink and lips swollen and red. if you could, you’d swallow him whole and selfishly devour your student for all that he has to offer. silly little blonde, stupid for trusting you, for wanting to fuck you.

your hand doesn’t slow around his pulsing cock but instead speeds up, digging your thumb into his oozing slit as arousal pearls at its centre once more. “n-no, s’too much.” seishiro cries quietly, tears stinging a pathway down the apples of his milky cheeks. “it hurts.” 

“poor you, poor baby.” you say harshly, mocking the poor blonde’s sniffles and hiccups. he’s exhausted and frustrated but doesn’t dare to pull away — his hips running after your hand hungrily. “you’re so cute sei, panting for me like a bitch in heat, fucking my hand like the dumb little blonde you are.” he hisses at the overstimulation, gargles on spit as it floods his mouth to accompany his appetite for you. 

“i’m not…ngh… ‘m not dumb.” he whinges in response and before either of you know it, seishiro is cumming again. hard. soiling his lap with abundant amounts of white. his chest heaves as he comes down, collapsing against you. he might deny it later, but being dumbed down and reduced to a stupid blonde seemed to really do it for him. 

finding his lips again, you soothe nagi with short and sweet kisses that grow more feverish by his own demand. all of a sudden you find yourself pinned to the desk below with the tall blonde between your instinctually parted legs so that he can grind against your panty clad core. “you’re…you’re right,” you say, breathing deep through your nose as your composure threatens to fall apart. “you’re so smart, sei. you’re the best lawyer on our team but…” bucking your hips once, you lower your voice by an octave so that your words slip through his ears like molten chocolate. “you’re acting like a dumb slut right now. don’t you wanna be my dumb slut, sei?”

his palm flattens against the mahogany desk just above your head, caging you in against its cold surface. “y-yes i do, oh fuck. please lemme fuck you. lemme be inside. i’ll be good.” 

“are you sure, baby?” 

“please—“ 

“but sei,” you brush a stray hair that curls at the centre of his forehead, the dumb blonde looking down at you with swimming grey eyes because he’s so needy. “it’d be your first time…” 

his face scrunches, nose crinkled at its bridge and brows knitted together in frustration. now that nagi’s had a taste of your sinful elixir he can’t seem to stop, you’re like a drug an addict can’t quit. something that could ruin his life or future prospects if he doesn’t get help. and yet he can’t look away, can’t pull his body away from yours and his achy dick from between your thighs — instead leaning closer so that it sinks between your plush pussy lips. 

nagi licks his lips, tongue rolling over his bottom one as he pants desperately. “please angel,” comes his broken beg, hanging pathetically in the sex tainted hair. “i need you. need it so bad. please please please— mph—!”

satisfied with his begging, you shove a set of cum soaked digits past the swell of seishiro’s pretty lips — chuckling darkly as his tongue laps over and in between them, and he whines at the salty taste of his arousal on your skin. “atta boy,” you coo, thrusting deep into the hot cavern of his mouth until the pale blonde gags around you, swallowing your fingers down like they’re a cock. he sucks so obediently, so desperately as if to please. like a good student too — and all the while, you work on kicking off your panties and flipping up your skirt so that he can get a nice rewarding view of your glistening cunt. 

“c’mere,” you reach out to the blonde and he leans into you, letting you wrap an arm around his shoulders to keep him in place. “sei,” you gasp at the first contact of his thick, long shaft against your throbbing wet mound — mouth agape as if you’ve taken a gunshot wound to the chest. “do you know how to do this, smart boy? do you know how to fuck?”

nagi nods, pressing his forehead to yours while his hips jut forward on their own and his seedy tip brushes against your pearling clit so deliciously. at first, his movements are lax and the room is filled with the lewd squelches of your sexes moving over one another, but your breathing soon grows ragged and the salacious bump and grind becomes stickier and wetter. 

“u-uhuh.” he mumbles in response.

he’s so good for you even when his mouth is full and his mind is dazed, sucking on your fingers while he lets you overwhelm him. however, the blonde is only so well behaved and patient, and it’s not long before he slips his girth past the tight ring of your entrance without any warning. his fingertips dance up to your waist, grabbing at the fat there and using it as leverage to drag you to the edge of the table so he can sink into you further.

“oh…fucking hell!” you whimper wetly against the junction of nagi’s neck, nails digging into his shoulders to steady yourself while he sets the pace to your sinful dance. he’s bigger than what you expected (despite mapping his girth out with your hands), stretching your sloppy walls wide to accommodate for his size. you don’t complain, however, eyes rolling as he brushes up against pleasure spots you could never reach on your own. “o-oh baby, fuck me.” 

you pull your fingers out of his mouth with a lewd pop, desperate to hear the symphony of his sweet, low and sexy moans instead of having them muffled by your fingers while he fucks you for the first time. the pale blonde can hardly believe it — having your warmth wrapped around him and your cunt drool down on him like a waterfall. 

the law student throws his weight into fucking you, bullying his way into the deepest parts of your womb to slothfully fuck up your gooey insides. your cunt, your moans, your whole body has some kind of control over nagi — dumbing him down and reducing him to a sex crazed mess. to the point where he can’t even remember his ex’s name. he’s a mop of pale blonde hair and sweaty clothes, entirely hunched over you. 

“y-you’re so tight,” he tells you in a dreamy sigh, lost in the heat of your core. nagi’s grabs at your pudgy thighs and drags you back and forth onto his dick, the new deepness to his thrusts causing you to squeeze and froth around the fat base of nagi’s cock. “hah, feels so…so good.” 

wrapping your shaky legs around his slender waist, you offer up the same treatment to nagi — pulling him close to the point where he’s buried in your sluice sex right up to the hilt. his precum smears against your ribbed walls and his broken whimper echoes around your hotel room. “that’s it, fuck me like you fucked my hand, sweet boy.” lust sparks against your sex slicked bodies, your breasts bouncing with every one of nagi’s calculated yet sloppy thrusts. you can’t get enough of one another, clinging and clawing at one another’s bodies madly. “you can do it, prove to reo that you don’t need him. only me.” 

“o-only you.” nagi repeats weakly, tucking his face into your neck as he pounds you to the high heavens. the desk creaks beneath the force of his thrusts, threatening to break at the nails and bolts that hold it together. his eyelashes flutter against your skin, his low and deep moans mixed with high pitched gasps send a hot rush of dopamine across your brain and it really is all too much. 

nagi’s already cum three times and managed to fold you in half over his desk as a virgin. he feel as though he might break with how much he loves this, loves fucking you senseless. another fresh set of tears burn tracks down his face and gather in his unfairly long lashes as they tickle your skin. he hiccups and heaves against you, whilst his breathing grows ragged every time his glistening cock escapes the snugness of your tight pussy, precum stringing along your puffy folds. 

“so good baby, s-so fucking good!” your voice is broken and husky as you praise him, making his dick pulse against your g-spot over and over again. you’re fairing no better than he is, your skin blistering hot to the touch and bruised from how tight your student is gripping you — pulling you back onto his cock.

the pale blonde feels though he might burst, cream your insides like he did your hand and ruin that pretty skirt of yours — the one that sticks to his pelvis because of how close your bodies are. it’s rubbed him raw while he fucks you raw. “‘m i the best?” seishiro asks, cherishing the embrace of your viscous walls, his shaft coated in a crude mix of white as it froths from your tight little hole. “t-tell me i’m the best…” 

“t-the best i’ve ever had! f-fuck, sei!” you squeal in response, only egging the law student on, babbling your praises while fat droplets of your arousal flies about the place — painting nagi’s pelvis in a shiny gloss, curling in his white happy trail as well. 

“‘m the best. i’m the best for you.” grunting from the exertion and the very force of his own thrusts, seishiro wraps both of his strong arms around your middle and stands up from the table — taking you with him. at the new angle, the coil in your stomach only tightens and you fling your arms around his neck to prepare yourself for what’s to come next. “s’not enough, not deep enough. fuuuck you’re so wet and warm. i-i can’t,” he drawls lowly, nipping at the shell of your ear on instinct. 

that’s when seishiro begins to use his sheer strength to lift and drop you back onto his thick girth, fucking up into you at the exact same time. “g-good god!” you cry out, your impending orgasm prickling at your pelvis — shooting down each section of your spine. all of it only serves to spur nagi on. 

“give me your fingers,” he demands huskily, cantering into you from bellow — your juices running a steamy track down his heavy balls as they harshly smack against your peachy ass. “wan’ suck on ‘em. give ‘em.”

you don’t have time to register his ask because he grabs your wrist before your mind can even catch up (too occupied with the way he’s churning up your guts) and has two of your fingers in his eager little mouth — sucking on them diligently. you shudder as nagi runs his tongue between them, coats them in spit and drool that tracks across his chin once he’s done with them. 

“touch yourself for me?” he pleads through a wet whine, almost too innocently. “wanna see you cum this time.” 

it’s only then that you realise he’s been holding himself back, staving off his orgasm so he can see you writhe and gush all for him. the overstimulation must be burning at his brain, sizzling off his nerve endings and it’s probably more than the dumb little blonde virgin can take. so you do as he asks, trailing your spit slicked fingers between your bodies as they grind down on one another and you with your sensitive clit, pulling its hood back to draw tight circles over the pleasure nub. 

“o-oh! seishiro!” 

“that’s right, touch yourself f’me. wanna see you lose it like you make me lose it,” he moans softly constraining with how rough nagi pounds up into you. one of his hands slips from your hips to grope at your ass, pushing you down on him and forcing his cock to grind against that one special spot threatening to make you break. “‘m sorry,” he whimpers as though he’s going to cry. “d-don’t think i can hold back, angel.” 

“then don’t,” you gasp at the new friction, holding onto your last strings of sanity as you fumble with your clit tucked away between your ravaged folds. “i know you wanna cum for me, sei. l-let go, yeah? wanna see you break for me, like a good blonde slut.” 

your encouragement doesn’t give seishiro much choice, and while he’s in control of your bodies — his lean, strong frame anchoring you down onto his cock as it bullies your insides, you are in control of his mind. you destroy his train of thought, ruin the self-made man he was and send him tumbling into his final high. nagi’s orgasm breaks the surface viciously, pouring another load of his cum against your ripe and rippling walls. there’s still so much of it, the warm and viscous white seeping from your cunt and smearing all over your hot mound. 

the force of nagi’s high is so strong that he nearly drops you, just about managing to pin you safely to the desk once more. he’s still cumming and cumming and cumming — but that doesn’t stop him from thrusting into you hard and fast, desperate to trigger your orgasm so he can reward himself. it doesn’t take long, he’d already had you seated on the edge before his mind had shattered to pieces just from fucking you. 

you gush down his length and all over what remains of your shitty case notes (he probably didn’t need them anyways) with a pornographic shout when you finally hit your peak. it’s like the crescendo of a beautiful song — the world around you spinning and flashing white as you squirt and gush for the white haired lawyer. 

“f-fuck.” you giggle with a soft smile, fatigue washing over the both of you come down from the gates of heaven — crashing back down to earth with ecstasy still buzzing in your veins. “good boy, sei. you did so good for me,” you hum softly. “do you feel any better?” 

seishiro looks up at you from where his heavy frame has collapsed on your chest — clothes sweaty and askew, and offers you a lazy grin in return. “better,” he mumbles meekly and kisses a slither of your exposed skin, still grinding his seed into you as if to make sure it sticks. “thank you.” 

bringing a hand up to toy with his hair and soothing him, you nod. “good, we should get some rest, you’ve got a big trial tomorrow, pretty boy.” 

“do you think I can do it?” 

“i know you can, sei.” you scratch at his scalp. “i meant it. what i said earlier. you’re the best lawyer on our team. shidou’s defence stands a pretty good chance.” 

nagi grins once more, only this time he leans up to press a chaste kiss to your unexpecting mouth — pouring all of his gratefulness into it. 

because thanks to you, he feels more confident about the trial, — almost as if he’s won the trial already. and even if nagi goes lose, at least he’s won you over.

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[thefourthwifeoftengenuzui]

May I please ask for headcanons Aoba Johsai with a manager whose skilled with archery and sharpshooting please

Yes of course! Sorry for the wait I was working on a Rindou piece and my physics exam. It’s like 3Am right now, but I still want to finish this for you boo. Thanks again For requesting Anon, if you like this, don’t forget to like and ask if you have any other ideas. Also, you didn’t specify which you wanted, so this can be interpreted as romantic or platonic. Status: unedited

warnings: crackfic, bad grammar, cursing, violence, oikawa exists, oikawa slander, color coded characters, reader is a whole ass menace, mentions of vaping

🩵🤍Aoba Josai With a Sharpshooter/ Archer Manager🤍🩵

As a Team (platonic)

Oikawa, Iwazumi, Kunimi, Kiyotani, Kindaichi, Matsukawa, you

My first thought when I looked at this post was simple. How many times and we hit oikawa in the head. Everything else kinda spiraled from there. Just imagine being able to do that shit with pinpoint accuracy, and when he turns around to see who did it, be like the gremlin chick from hotel transilivania and be like ,” I didn’t do that”. And then he proceeds to blame Iwa, and pure unrefined chaos erupts from there. *clears throat and sips matcha* good shit

But on a more serious note, these boys are completely ready to take full advantage of your skills. Remember when oikawa sprained his ankle? Guess who had to replicate his serves instead so they could practice receives. That’s right, you. And your aim is a little too good sometimes (Kindiachi has been hit in the face) but they honestly don’t care, they just looking to get practice in, and maybe a few tips here and there for aiming.

But that’s just during their practice. During your archery or other practice. Oh my god. Imagine having like 12 annoying older brothers. Like both Archery and Sharpshooting are pretty quiet sports. But with these mfs at your practice? Oh dear lord. These gon be the most obnoxiously loud humans to walk the planet (3rd only to Fukurodani and Kurasuno). Imagine with me. It’s so silent you can hear a pin drop. You’re trying to concentrate before you’re pulling back your string. You take a deep breath and just as you’re about to let go- “WOOOOOOOO THATS MY LIL SISSSSSS/BROOOO!!!” “SHUT UP SHITTY KAWA!THEY NEED TO FOCAS!” “HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW IWA!?” “YOU WOULD KNOW IF YOU WEREN'T SUCH AN DUMBASS!” “IF YALL DONT SHUT THE FUCK UP ILL SHUT YOU UP MYSELF” yeah they’re THAT kind of sports parents. They got kicked out last time :)

I just know yall have made oikawa put an apple on his head and see if you can hit his head. Ofc you can, but it’s funnier hitting him with the Velcro arrows and watching him rip his hair out, and ruining it for the day (his fangirls hated you for that lol.)

I just KNOW that the other teams got some crazy ass conspiracies about you. They call you the Seijo Assassin, and that you kill the best players of the opposing team, and they never find the bodies. And tbh it was probably oikawa who started it, to get back at you for getting Velcro stuck in his hair. So while you’re just as hot as kiyoko, everyone is terrified of you, and are only referring to you as L/n-sama (even though you’re only a second year.). I swear to fuck hinata pissed himself when tsukki told the team about you.

also yall know the sharpshooter shaving cream balloon prank thingy? I know damn well the whole team is having a competition for who can do it best. Like it’s literally so funny, especially when someone not on the team gets hit. Like I know oikawa has accidentally hit the coach with one of those. Do with this information what you will.

Individuals: Could be romantic or platonic, either way fits (though both are seriously on crack.)

Somehow or someway, Oikawa will convince you to be his bodyguard. And not even like paying you money. Just like a, “ YoU wOnT wALk yOuR pOor dEfEnSLeSS FRiEnD tO cLAss? WhAt iF my FAnGirlS Kidnap MeEEEEE?!” “yep.” “Do you even Love Meeeeeee!?” “Nope.” “…I’ll pay you~” “pay me what?” “Food~” “DONE!” *throws chair out window* yeah y’all’s relationship is pretty much just blitz and stolas in the loo loo land episode. Like when Stolas was just walking while Blitz is pretending to be Batman, lurking in the shadows and pointing a gun at anything with a pulse? Yeah that’s you two walking around the school, except with a nerf gun instead.

oh and you know the team jackets? He bought you yours. But not just any jacket oh no. Yours is special. He payed extra to have it say, “The Seijo Assasin; Oikawa’s bobyguard.” He also might have gotten it in 4xl because he doesn’t know your size, but still wants it to be way to big on you so he can make fun of you. He’s an ass.

Iwazumi is much nicer on the other hand. He (regardless of if it’s platonic or romantic,) is all about helping you carry your stuff. He doesn’t even ask either, he just kinda picks it up and does it. He says it isn’t a big deal, and that you’re carrying enough with your archery equipment anyway, and that he needs the weight training anyway. Def the kinda guy to use your backpack as a dumbbell and use it to lift while y’all in the hall.

I know y'all have a running competition on who can hit oikawa in the head the most. Body shots are one point, head shots are worth 2, and the groin is worth 3, especially if he’s being creepy to someone. The score is currently 34-31, slightly in your favor. Whoever hits him the least by the end of the month has to buy the winner ramen. Oikawa doesn’t approve of this game, and ends up attempting to bump everything back your way. But on the bright side, it’s a good way to scare off his fangirls :).

Kunimi just kinda vibes with you. Like he doesn’t really acknowledge much of what you do, just kinda goes like, “ oh so that’s why you were so good at that. I just thought you hated oikawa. Anyway can I have your Chez-its?” Yeah my boy don’t care enough, but he cute so yeah.

also I just know this mf, plays Fortnite and vapes blue raspberry burst. Do with that what you will. ( to be clear, I wouldn’t ever vape, i just know he does, and honestly had to look up what flavors there are.

The honesty biggest thing you do that impresses him is the whole good aim card slicey thingy. Idk man, he just seems like he would be good at that, and would try to fight you on it.

Despite everything, Kyotani is actually relatively nice to you? Or at least as nice as he can be. His version of nice is avoiding you like the plague, cause he’s scared you’ll be scared of him. He actually really likes you and wants an excuse to talk to you. So what does he do? Asks you to help him aim while spiking, so that he can use his strength more efficiently. He actually is pretty patient with your teaching, and genuinely respects you enough to take your advice. ( tell him to shower pls, I can smell him through the screen, luv him though)

He also uses a whole bottle of axe body spray every time he walks out of the house . Be careful not to get too close to him. Please find someone strong, or stupid enough to bully him out of it, for the sake of the teams lungs🙏

Kindaichi is probably the only person on the team who still calls you Y/n- senpai. He’s way too precious. That being said, he still did give you a twenty if you hit kageyama with a vollyball during warmups. He may be nice, but he mad petty. And $20 is $20 man

Matsukawa is definitely a COD type of guy. He knows a lot about guns. Bond over that (then give me his number pls)

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Thanks for reading, sorry the last part was rushed, I am just not feeling it rn. If y’all liked this make sure to follow, Like, and request something of your own. I literally have nothing else to do. Love y’all sm, peace

-joden

[7ndipity]

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[still-not-over-transformers]

Hi frieeeend! Glad to be one of ur first requests ^^

I was wondering if you could do some TFP Ratchet x female reader 🫣 some smut OR some angsty fluff where Ratchet feels insecure about his age and vitality and y/n (suggestively his s/o) comforts him :)) whatever u choose

Take ur time! ❤️

Whew, never have I ever written so much so quickly (in a good way). I guess I got carried away a bit. Hope you like it :3

*Anything in italics is either a sound effect or a character’s inner thoughts*

Young At Spark

TFP Ratchet x Reader

Warnings: Suggestive

Word Count: 2000+ (Holy Sh*t)

It had been a relatively quiet day in the Autobot base for you. Jack, Miko, and Raph were at school taking their final exams, and the autobots were out on an extensive energon scouting mission somewhere in the rural wilderness of Serbia. You would’ve found a trip to Europe to be a fun outing, but couldn’t bear the thought of leaving your favorite medic alone. As you returned from a brief walk around the halls of the base, a loud *clang* followed by a frustrated and exasperated shout could be heard from the main room. He sounds actually pissed off, you thought to yourself before briskly making your way to the main room. You turned to see Ratchet picking up various shattered metal pieces from the floor, all the while muttering incoherent profanities and curses. 

“Ratchet? Is everything okay?” you asked softly, although the concern was easy to glean from your tone. The medic was clearly surprised by your sudden appearance and seemed a bit startled as his blue optics locked onto you. “Oh, (Y/N)... E-everything is fine. I just… was clumsy and dropped the device I was trying to adjust. I um, I’m sorry if I may have startled you.” In fact, everything was indeed not fine with Ratchet, as that morning his thoughts had gotten away from him and locked onto you, and not in the way he usually enjoys.

I can’t upset (Y/N) with my frivolous doubts. Albeit it will be difficult as her mental prowess is always… rather intuitive, the aging medic tried to silence his thoughts and re-focused on (Y/N). Ratchet cleared his throat as he noticed you had already conjured up a broom, “No need for that, I shall clean up my own mess.” You paused at the increasingly odd behavior of the normally composed medic, and you began to grow suspicious of why he seemed to be hiding something from you. 

You two had been close for some time, albeit when you first met the resident Autobot medic it wasn’t a great first meeting. With Ratchet insisting the base was getting far too crowded. You quickly won him over though. Unlike the kids, you were far more mature and patient, and you didn’t actively break his tools or go off placing yourself in unnecessary danger, like a certain someone with pink puffball hair… Another admirable quality you possessed was your sharp mind, and your ability to quickly grasp new concepts and actually be interested in things like science.

The first time Ratchet really noticed you was when he was struggling to decipher an unfamiliar set of code which had come into their possession regarding imperative intel. Despite applying the standard techniques to decipher the code, there was some sort of new trick that had been embedded in the code. As (Y/N) had watched the medic continuously failed to succeed, you had been watching closely, and had noticed the answer didn’t lie in breaking the code through conventional means, rather through a visual pattern. Your sharp eye and wit had spotted a pattern of certain colors and symbols, and after explaining this to Ratchet, the two of you were able to team up and crack the code. 

“Ratchet… What’s actually going on? You seem upset at more than accidentally breaking something. You know you can tell me anything, right?” You looked up at him, hoping the medic would let you help him. Primus, she’s onto me, Ratchet quickly finished picking up the broken mess on the floor, before turning towards (Y/N). “I appreciate your concern for me, I do, but I insist it was just a fleeting moment of frustration. Nothing more.” Before you could open your mouth to say anything else, the comms system flashed and Optimus Prime’s voice sounded over the audio “Ratchet, we require your presence immediately. We are taking Decepticon-fire and Arcee is down!”

His azure optics widened in surprise before turning to you. “I’ll man the groundbridge. …Be careful, otherwise I may throw a wrench at you” you had an ever-so-slight smile on your face, but your heart was still heavy as no one could ever foresee when things would go wrong. “I promise to return unharmed” Ratchet said softly, hoping that you wouldn’t fret too much over him, before powering up the groundbridge and speeding through in his alt-mode. 

As Ratchet sped through the swirling vortex of green and blue energy, his thoughts from earlier resurfaced. He had been replaying the moment you had first met, the first time you had touched servos/hands, the moments where he would place you on his shoulder as you both reviewed data and worked on projects.

The memory that was the source of his inner turmoil was the first time you kissed. You had shifted your weight on his shoulder and just planted one right on his lips. He could remember the rush of heat to his entire frame, something he had not experienced since his youth back on Cybertron, and that was a very long time ago. It wasn’t long after that you two had been intimate with one another, albeit it took a lot of learning on his part since you were both an organic and far smaller than him. The size difference didn’t bother him much, as he was very VERY creative. You were so vigorous, energetic, passionate, and youthful…. And youth had long since surpassed Ratchet.

 He should be above silly things such as anxiety or doubt, but now he felt all of his confidence melt away as the thought of such a stunning and lively being as yourself, being held back by an old rust bucket with one pede in the well of Allsparks. The very idea of him disappointing you felt equivalent to losing a patient. Spark-crushing. Perhaps it was wrong of him to think some old bot like him could ever give you what you truly deserved from a partner. …*PEW PEW* The resounding ringing of blaster fire pulled the medic out of his anxious self-pitying stupor, and into a battlefield before him.

Ratchet had only just exited the groundbridge, but he could already make out his fellow Autobots as they duked it out with various Decepticons and Vehicons. He had to focus, as he was here as a medic not a sniveling idiot. As his optics scanned the field for the injured Arcee, he saw the femme leaning against a large boulder, pinned down as she took cover from Vehicon blaster-fire. 

His white and scarlet armor glinted in the light of the sun, as he quickly made his way through the battlefield, being trailed by Optimus and Bumblebee as they provided coverfire. Ratchet was able to make it to Arcee, quickly scanning her to assess her injuries. “I’m fine, Doc. Just a few scratches that’s all,” the two-wheeler calmly stated. “Ep-ep! I’m the medic and I will be the one to diagnose y–” Ratchet was interrupted by the sound of crackling electricity from behind. “Nice of you to join the party, Ratchet!” Ugh, not Knockout of all bots… Ratchet thought, as he saw the ever-polished and buffed Decepticon standing a short distance from him. “Knockout, I am in no mood to deal with your incessant posturing…” Ratchet drew his blasters as he glared at Knockout. “Well they do say bots get crankier as they age, huh? Perhaps you’re better suited as a doorstop at your age?” the Decepticon medic cackled. 

Ratchet felt his energon boil and before anyone could realize, he charged at Knockout, optics wide with fury, “You’ll look like a doorstop once I’m through with you!!!” Knockout was taken aback by the sudden vigor and frenzied rage from the Autobot medic, genuinely shocked as to what had gotten into him. “PRIMUS I didn’t know you could move that fast!” Knockout ordered the surrounding Vehicons to begin firing at Ratchet, but was interrupted by opposing fire from Optimus, Bulkhead, and Bumblebee. Before Ratchet could reach him, Knockout quickly transformed and retreated along with the remaining Vehicons. 

Ratchet had no choice but to stop his charge, but his rage was not so easily quelled. He was boiling over with anger, HOW DARE HE INSULT ME LIKE THAT? HOW DARE HE ASSUME– Ratchet’s angry thoughts were cut short by the sensation of a large servo on his shoulder, and Optimus’s voice. “Old friend, what has gotten into you? Why would you abandon your patient and charge after Knockout?” Prime’s face was full of concern for his long-time friend and confidant as this was out of character. The medic’s rage began to subside, as he realized what a fool he had made of himself. “M-my apologies Optimus, I don’t know what came over me.” Ratchet immediately went back over to Arcee and helped her onto her pedes, ashamed at his actions. 

Back at base, (Y/N) powered up the groundbridge after receiving the call from Optimus. You were still worried about Ratchet, as you had been struggling to think of what on earth he was so upset about. As the portal opened, the Autobots began to make their way through, including Ratchet who was assisting an annoyed Arcee into the base.

As you began to acknowledge everyone’s return, Bulkhead suddenly approached Ratchet, “What the scrap was that about?!” Ratchet’s optics briefly darted towards the wrecker, but as in usual fashion, the medic turned away and scoffed at the question, “Think nothing of it. Just stress from being engaged in combat.” Despite being assisted by Ratchet, Arcee piped in with her concerns “Bulkhead has a point, Ratchet. You lost it at whatever Knockout said to you. What gives?”

Growing increasingly frustrated with the sudden interrogation, Ratchet snaps his helm around “I’ve already told you that it was inconsequential. Now let me proceed with scanning you for injuries and move on!” The tension in the room could’ve been cut with a knife as the rest of the group falls silent, and no one presses the matter further. Standing at the controls, you were taken aback by Ratchet’s behavior, as this was severely out of character for your normally patient, if a bit sassy-medic. But you remained silent as you watched Arcee begrudgingly allow Ratchet to assess her. 

It wasn’t long before Arcee returned to the main area of the base, being cleared of any injuries by Ratchet, but you noticied that he had yet to reappear. Normally the only other area on base you could find Ratchet would be in one of the back storerooms which usually housed various supplies. You quietly made your way through the halls, the faint sound of something falling making you hone in on one particular room. The motion-sensors on the door allowed you entry into the storeroom, and you quickly spotted Ratchet with his back turned against one of the shelves. It felt as if you were walking on glass as you approached him, “...Ratchet? You’re really starting to worry me. Can you please, please… tell me what is wrong?” 

“...I’m sorry, (Y/N) for worrying you. That is the last thing I would want to do to you” Ratchet replied, but his back remained turned away from you. You approached him and closed the door behind you. Stepping closer, you wrapped your arms around his heel in a hug, hoping your touch would comfort him “I know. But Ratchet…. You are hurting yourself by holding in.. whatever it is that’s making you act this way. We’ve been through too much for you to shut yourself off from me.” A heavy sigh escaped from the medic’s vents and he shifted his frame to look at you.

As you briefly stepped back, he knelt down to move his faceplate closer to your level, “You deserve to know of course… You deserve better. …Perhaps if I was in a different field of medical training, I would be better suited to explain myself, so I shall try my best.” He took a deep breath, clearly struggling “I’ve been concerned that I may not be the mech best suited for you.” 

You stood before him frozen as you struggle to process his words, “...Come again?” Ratchet felt as if someone were twisting a blade in his gut, but continued, “I meant that you deserve the best. You are so kind and full of life and vigor, and I am perhaps too old to provide you with what a younger mech could.” He can’t bear to meet your gaze any longer, and turns his face away from you in shame. He is shocked to feel a brief sting on his helm, looking back to see you holding a small wrench in your hands. “Hopefully that will knock some sense back into you” your eyes were welling-up with tears as you dropped the wrench.

“You really think your age would change how I feel for you? You think I would care what anyone, bot or con or human has to say about it?” You approach Ratchet and gently place your hands on his cheeks, staring deeply into his optics, “Ratchet, you are the only man for me. So what if you’re mature and full of experience? You’re my one and only and don’t ever think otherwise.” You lean in and plant a deep and sweet kiss against his cool lips. 

It felt like time stood still as he looked at your beautiful face. Your warm lips were like fireworks as you pressed them to his, How can she be this perfect? How do I deserve her? Ratchet’s mind swirled as you pulled away from him, feeling a gentle brush as he swiped a tear from your eye with a servo, “(Y/N), please forgive me for putting you through such torment. I… I was insecure about many things. I still wonder if I am truly capable of fulfilling all of your needs.”

You stepped forward and kissed him again, albeit with a little more heat. You raised an eyebrow as you pulled away, a devilish grin playing on your lips, “You have always fulfilled my every need. You could always test how well you’re able to please me…?” The look in your eyes and tone in your voice was easy for the medic to decipher. He felt his frame heat up and his engine rev, “...I suppose I can run a few… tests to see the results.” He gave you a half-cocked smirk before gently scooping you into his servo and setting you on one of the upper shelves, before showering your neck and collarbone in sensual kisses. 

Primus, hopefully no unlucky soul needed any supplies from that room…

[the83rdgenius]

| Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You Baby |

Pairings: Dottore x Gn!Reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, Selfship Coded, Reader has Medical Trauma, Reader has PTSD, Reader goes by no pronouns, Dottore goes by He/Him pronouns, Anxiety, Panic Attacks, Reader is mentally ill, Mental Health themes, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Dottore is bad at comfort, Dottore might be ooc and for that I apologize, Mentioned Medical Tests/Medical Treatment, Implied Medical Abuse (it’s not explicitly said, but yeah), Flashbacks, 1.4k words. 

A/n: I wanted to write out a little something like this for a while with Dottore, and so here we are. I kinda left this one with a sorta open ending, because I might want to do a continuation of it at some point. So, yeah! I hope you like this <3

Also title name is from this song.

Summary: You’ve avoided going to Dottore’s lab for over a year now and Dottore is set on finding out why you have the aversion in the first place. 

Tagging: @auphelia @fleur-de-leap @tighnarly

It had been a long time coming. You always did hate going to Dottore’s lab, avoiding it at all costs, and for a whole year you were successful in that. He never asked much of you and you did the same with him, but after a while things started to crack and crumble. It was around the time that work had started to pile up for him. He was always busying himself in the lab and you were always hell bent on avoiding him there. You didn’t mind the work he did, even when he talked about it you were fairly calm, but something about entering the heart of it all always made you anxious. 

This time of year he was normally occupied in the lab. Usually he’d leave you be, not press you further on the matter, but something seemed particularly off about you this time around. Sure, you were always on edge and fidgety whenever he talked about his experiments or anything having to do with his time in the lab, but he always figured you were just especially squeamish about that sort of thing. Not everyone could stomach that topic, after all. Although after some time and a little bit of reflection he realized that wasn’t and couldn’t logically be the case, at least not to that extent. 

He’d approached you about it beforehand but you brushed him off, remarked how it was nothing important and he needn’t waste his time with something such as that. Sadly that only furthered his concern and suspicions. Realistically if it were any other person he wouldn’t have cared half as much as he did with you, but he truly was stuck on the subject, and he was sure he could fix that problem of yours somehow. 

It was early morning, around two in the morning when Dottore managed to slip back into your shared room. He’d barely acknowledged your presence until he’d heard you slowly sitting upright in the bed to look at him.

“Long night?” You asked gently, a smile curving the corners of your mouth.

“Mmnh.” He replied. 

You made a spot for him on the bed as you watched him with half-lidded eyes. He slowly dragged his feet over to his side of the bed and climbed in, laying back and putting his arms behind his head with a groan of relief. He closed his eyes to rest his eyes before the inevitable happened, but of course, you were quite the chatterbox anytime he returned to you. 

“So..”  You trailed off. “How was it?”

His eyes remained close but his brows furrowed. “It was fine.” He paused, debating whether he should ask now or until after he’d had some rest. Ultimately deciding to ask anyway. “And you?” 

You snuggled underneath the covers and let a hand rest on his chest slightly. “It was okay, nothin’ special.” 

There was a comfortable silence hanging in the air before Dottore promptly decided to destroy it.

“I’d like you to come by the lab tomorrow.” He said firmly, his voice confident enough that it worried you.

Your hands trembled.

“Why?” Your voice shook as you turned to look at Dottore.

He sighed. “You’ve yet to have an exam since your arrival here and it’s about that time anyway.” 

Your fear was palpable, nearly making his own heart race. He could feel the way your body locked up upon hearing his request, or rather his demand. For, there was no way he was going to allow you to back out of it this time. It wasn’t a total lie, you did need a proper exam, especially considering the behavior you’d been exhibiting since joining the Fatui. You’d been unusually skittish around the subject of his work, a fact that Dottore used to methodically put the pieces together. He knew before he even asked the question what your aversion to his lab truly meant. 

He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. “I’ll send two segments to escort you in the afternoon, that should give you more than enough time to prepare.”

Silence.

“I understand this is quite uncomfortable but–” You quickly cut him off, something you’d never done. 

“No, Dottore, you don’t understand and quite frankly I don’t think you ever will.” You spat back.

Silence. This time the tension was thick, the atmosphere filled with uneasiness. Granted if he’d know you’d get so heated about it he would’ve never brought it up moments before the two of you were supposed to sleep. Neither of you were going to bed anytime soon. Oh how he regretted his decision. Perhaps the segment was right, but he’d never admit to that. Not a chance in hell. Although in hindsight he wished he’d thought this through a bit more before running headfirst into whatever happened at that moment. Upon first instinct he wanted to prove you wrong, state how it was something he could in time learn to understand, but he stopped himself. He wasn’t exactly sure why, but something made him stop and think about his next words carefully. 

“Well, enlighten me.” He replied, sitting upright to look you in the eyes. 

Usually he’d grin as he’d said those words but this time it was absent, and instead he looked like someone who wanted to learn. It was odd and unnerving to see him like that, but I guess it was his way of trying to comfort you. 

“I just…” You averted your eyes and looked at your hands before returning your gaze back to Dottore. “I.. don’t like doctors. I don’t.. trust them.” You admitted. Now, too anxious to look at him at all. 

Oh. How awkward, Dottore thought. 

“Hmm, I see.” He replied.

Another agonizing moment of silence. 

You fidgeted with your fingers, cracking your knuckles nervously. Your breathing gradually grew rapid as the memories and thoughts poisoned your mind like a dangerous disease. Fuck, how you hated it when you got like this. You remembered the words they said, the actions they took, the insane amount of times you endured the same fucking test. You remembered… everything, and you hated that the most. Squeezing your eyes shut you tried to will those thoughts and images away as tears rolled down your cheeks, but alas it was useless. 

Dottore placed a hand over your own, pausing for a second before rubbing circles against your skin with his thumb. It seemed to rip you from your turmoil momentarily, but it did not erase it. The sensation was comforting, more so than the other things he pushed himself to do in order to comfort you. Neither of you said anything, especially not Dottore. He didn’t want to risk saying something rude or offensive, or putting you in an even worse state, which was very likely. The silence consoled you in a way, rocking you into a peaceful sleepy state. So much so, that you let your guard down long enough to wipe away your tears and curl up in a ball beside Dottore. 

He was hesitant at first but ultimately chose to wrap a single arm around you. Dottore held you as if you were the most fragile of glass. It was as if he was terrified of shattering you and in a way he definitely was. Finally, you let your guard down long enough to hide, rest your head against Dottore’s chest and allow the tears to flow freely. Had it been anyone else he would’ve been incredibly uncomfortable, wouldn’t even consider doing what he did, but you were.. different. He wondered if he should say something, if a reassuring word would be beneficial in a moment like that, research would back that idea but he chose against it. Dottore couldn’t possibly risk ruining what little peace you could experience at that time. At the very least he owed you that small moment of relief, no matter how brief it was. 

He waited until you were fast asleep, curled up nice and close in his arms, then he brushed away a stray strand of your hair and tucked it behind your ear. Dottore glanced up at the door then back to you, smiling at you adoringly before kissing your forehead. He’d have to talk more about this with you tomorrow, and thoroughly, too. Dottore had planned on getting you to the lab whether you wanted to or not, but for some reason he had a change of heart. Maybe, it wouldn’t hurt to give you a day or two more to prepare, that was more than feasible, he thought.

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all the right answers

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Summary: You have to ready yourself for a renewal test on one of your certifications and your best friend and roommate Tom wants to prove to you that you're ready with a little game.

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Word Count: 3.2k words

Warnings: 18+ | smut (minors & pearl clutchers i better not see you here *shakes fist*); fingering; oral sex (f receiving); implied p in v at the end; technical jargon involving the Java programming language [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: besties to lovers; and they were roommates

Why am I even doing this, it's not like I'm gonna use this certification ever again. I don't even code anymore, you thought derisively to yourself as you went over the review questions of the exam you hadn't thought about since you passed it over five years ago.

The groan that escaped you was hoarse, as if your throat was scratched up from going almost the entire day without any use and without any water. When you leaned back in your chair and stretched your arms above your head, you could swear you heard joints cracking and popping decades before they were even supposed to.

"Isn't this a pretty sight," a playful, unjustly beautiful voice floated into the room, followed by the jarring sensation of large hands grabbing hold of you by your ribs and proceeding to tickle you. Your eyes snapped open and your heart stuttered at the sight of Tom's face hovering so close to yours with a brilliant, devious grin on his face.

"Stoooop!" you pleaded as you broke out into giggles, trying and failing to twist your body out of his hold, your hands weakly pushing at his shoulders as your stomach began to ache from laughing so much.

It was only when your laughter became less audible and began to sound more like your voice was heaving through sandpaper that he let up and pulled you into a warm embrace, lifting you out of the chair and off your feet. "How goes your reviewing?"

You groaned again as you rested your head on his shoulder. "Remind me again why I'm doing this?"

"Don't ask me, love. I'm just as confused as you are. You really don't need to go through this…what is it again? A renewal exam?" You nodded your head from its position on his shoulder. "Our line of work doesn't seem to require that type of certification anyway," he chuckled, and you felt him press a quick kiss to the side of your head, your heart once again jumping in your chest.

"But it looks pretty on my resume under Miscellany," you explained in a playful tone. "Plus the test's still free and next week's the only free time I have to actually go there and take the renewal test. It's either the free test with 20 questions or taking the entire thing from the start. 75 questions, Tom. I don't have the brain power to mentally prepare for 75 questions!"

You froze as you realized that you were still off the ground, in his arms, your comparatively soft body pressed against his sculpted form. Too close. Even if he was your dearest friend, and you'd been living together for the better part of the year.

Actually, especially because he was your dearest friend and you'd been living together for the better part of the year. You two had a good thing going, and there was no sensible reason for you to fuck it up by letting it be known to him that you'd started to develop feelings.

"Erm…you should--probably put me down now." You let out a small squeak as he proceeded to walk further into your bedroom, briefly adjusting his hold on you to secure you in his arms. A few large strides later and he gently sat you down on the edge of your bed, lightly touching your chin before stepping away from you. You made a motion to follow him, make it back to your desk to keep studying, but he held a finger up at your direction, a playful stern look in his eyes as his gaze pinned you where you sat. "What're you up to, BumBum?"

"Firstly, you are never to hang around with Ben for that nickname alone. You're two halves of a whole menace."

"Only half?!" you pouted. "I gotta up my game then."

"And secondly, I'm going to prove to you that you're ready for your exam. I'll give you seven questions. Randomized from this list you've compiled." He waved around the paper you'd been scribbling in for the last three days.

"I know I'm not ready."

"Tell you what, love. You get every question right and I'll take you out to dinner tonight. That Italian place you love."

"Tom, no, that's the one where you get papped every time you even go there to pick up an order. We'll figure something else out. And besides, I'm not gonna get them all right." He rolled his eyes at you. "I'm not kidding, BumBum."

"Dinner. Like I said." He looked over your reviewer one more time, the look of concentration in his eyes as his lips moved in hurried motions, mouthing the words to himself, putting you in a haze. "First question. What's a ternary operator?"

This is a bad idea already I should've stopped him the second I remembered how sexy he made Math sound and now he's out here making me reconsider returning to Java from this alone. You tried to clear your head of any crude thoughts that always seemed to fill your mind whenever you were within the same breathing space as the man. "It's a condensed version of an if-then-else statement. Makes what could have been at least three lines of code into just one."

He nodded, putting the reviewer down and walking towards you, taking your hand and lifting it up to press his lips to your knuckles. "Very good."

"Uhh…what was that?" Your mind was reeling from that little kiss. He'd never done that before; at most he'd kissed your hair or your temples, never anywhere else.

"Making things more interesting," he answered, a tiny smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "For every correct answer, I give you a reward."

You could feel arousal beginning to pool between your thighs at the implication behind his words. Surely he wasn't suggesting…? No. You were buds. That was all you were, and you'd resigned yourself to that knowledge long ago. In a desperate attempt to lighten up the atmosphere between you two, you commented, "I don't remember agreeing to a kiss as my reward, BumBum."

"Oh no, darling. Your reward comes at the end, if you answer all seven questions correctly. These rewards are for me." He chuckled as your eyes widened at his words, leaning in until his lips were mere inches away from your cheek. "Give me an example of a redundant import."

How is it even possible that the sexy instructor voice got even hotter? you thought as you began to ache even more for him. "Importing a c-class that belongs to the same p-package," you stammered.

He hummed an "mmhmm" before pressing his lips to your cheek in a soft kiss, feeling his hand wrap around the side of your waist as he did to pull you closer to him by the slightest. "Now give me the other one."

How your mind was still able to pull the answer from your stock knowledge was beyond you. "Importing java dot lang. All new classes by default have it as a silent import." You fought against the instinct to melt into his touch when you felt him press a kiss much closer to the corner of your mouth. "So that's three down--"

"No. Two." He pulled you closer against him as he brought his free hand up to lightly hold your chin and turn your head to face him. "I said every correct answer, not every question answered correctly. And at the moment I will cling to those semantics because I wanted an excuse to kiss you again."

He leaned in closer, his lips so close to yours you could feel the warm breath of his exhales on your skin. "Tom, what are you doing?"

"I believe the internet would call it 'ruining the friendship'." A sound got caught in your throat at his admission. "But personally I don't see this as ruining. Perhaps…augmenting. Making something already great…even better. If that's what you want, too." He touched his nose to yours. "If it is, then you answer this correctly. If not, then answer wrong, we stop this, and forget it happened."

Holy mother of fuck. This can't be happening. Is he actually telling me he feels the same?! "Next question, then," you murmured, fighting the urge to just skip everything and close the distance between you two.

"What is the term for freeing memory on the heap by deleting--"

"Garbage collection." His gaze met yours, the intensity in them increasing your ache for him as a devilish grin formed on his face. "Don't bother making me wait I know I'm right--"

Your words were silenced as he captured your lips in a searing kiss, his hand moving from your chin to cup the back of your head. You whimpered against him as his lips moved against yours, his hands moving so that they were on either side of your waist, maneuvering you so that you were straddling his lap. "Next question?"

"Fucking hell you wanna keep going after you just kissed me breathless?"

He only answered you with a chuckle as his hands began to roam your sides, moving his head to hover his lips close to your neck. "I'm still proving that you're ready, love." He lightly traced along the column of your neck with his nose as his hands worked their way down to the hem of your sundress. "Why do you need both the development kit and the runtime environment?"

The thoughts began to fog in your head as his hands slid under your dress and caressed the skin of your thighs, working their way to the waistband of your panties. You tried to form words, but it all came out in unintelligible whimpers.

"Come on, Y/N, answer the question because I really want to kiss you again."

"Just kiss me, then," you hissed. "Please, I want this, too. Kiss me whenever, wherever, and  however you want just please--"

The words left your mouth as he flipped you over to your back on the bed, your back landing against the mattress with a soft thud and a little squeak escaping your lips. "Tempting as that is, I really do want you to succeed in this exam of yours, so please don't make anything harder than it already is." He emphasized his point by rolling his hips into yours, the feel of his covered erection rubbing against your clothed and aching slit causing you to let out an obscene moan of his name. "Please. So that we could start working on our…something better."

You took a steadying breath and composed your answer. "So that you could see not only if the code compiles, but you can see how it runs as intended or if there would be any runtime errors that won't be caught if you just have the development kit."

"Good girl," he groaned, leaning down and bringing his lips to the point between your neck and shoulder, lightly sucking on the skin and letting out a sound that resembled a mix of a sigh and a hum, the vibrations against you making a beeline for your aching, throbbing clit.

He kept his lips on you as his hands began to hike up your dress up your thighs, bunching the fabric around your waist.

"I can't believe you memorized that entire reviewer," you blurted out, your mind still a haze with what had just transpired over the last few minutes, and yet also reeling with the possibilities of what else he had in store with his three remaining questions.

"I've memorized pages worth of Shakespearean dialogue, my love, this is nowhere near as difficult--"

"Your love?" you cut him off, the endearment making your heart pound in your chest.

He pulled away from you just enough to look at you, his steel blue eyes shining brilliantly with so much emotion you felt as if you were drowning in them. "Yes," he murmured. "I've loved you for quite some time. And these last few months have felt like the world was taunting me with what a life with you could be like if I could just stop being a coward and tell you how I felt. I didn't want to rush into it. I was willing to go as slow as you wanted for fear of scaring you off--"

"I love you, too." The smile that broke out on his face was so blindingly beautiful it tugged on your heartstrings. "I never told you because I thought there was no way in this world you'd feel the same so I friend zoned myself on your behalf. That way I'd never have to live through the pain of having you do it."

"We're fools," he huffed out, breaking into relieved chuckles.

"Guess you could say we're two halves of a whole idiot."

A devious grin overtook his features as he leaned down, his lips hovering over yours again. "Then we should finish this session of ours. So that we may make up for lost time." He surprised you by pressing a quick kiss to your lips. "Question Five?"

You nodded, your breathing growing heavy as his hands returned to the waistband of your panties, his lips ghosting over your skin as he made his descent downward, stopping at the side of your lower stomach, fingers hooking under your waistband. "Answer this one correctly and I'm going to take these off. Is that alright?"

"Yes!" you nearly shouted, desperate for this little game to be over so that you could get to that 'making up for lost time' that he mentioned. "Ask me already. I need you," you whined.

"What happens to the value of a literal when you put an underscore?"

You scrambled inside your brain for the answer. Fuck, you could have sworn you just looked at that page. "N-Nothing," you answered, a relieved smile across your face. "The underscores are just for the readability and for the benefit of other developers who would have to move within that code in the future."

"My beautiful little genius," he breathed against your skin, pressing his lips to the side of your hip as his hands made quick work of tugging your cheeky underwear down your legs, discarding it on the floor with a little flick of his wrist, all the while kissing and sucking at the spot by your hip it was sure to leave a mark. "This next one has four answers, my love."

Your eyes widened as he sank to the floor, placing the backs of your knees on his shoulders, lips hovering by the inside of your thigh. "So…four kisses?"

He lightly ran the tip of his nose along the soft skin, making you shudder at the sensual tenderness of it all. "Yes, darling. Now tell me…Where can you not place an underscore in your literals?"

You bit your lip as you anticipated his lips on your skin. "The beginning and the end of the literal…" A soft whimper escaped you as he placed a soft kiss on the lower half of your inner thigh, followed by another kiss on the opposite leg. Then he carefully moved your body further down on the edge of the bed, the backs of your thighs now resting on his broad shoulders. "Before and after a decimal point."

"Sweetheart," he groaned, pressing a kiss higher up on your inner thigh, so tantalizingly close to where you were desperate for him. "You're so gorgeously drenched for me." He placed the fourth kiss on the opposite thigh before facing your sex with eyes that you could only describe as ravenous, his pupils almost completely blown out and darkening his eyes with his now obvious intent. "I think you know where the next one will be."

The ability to form words had all but left your brain, the only coherent one left being a barely audible, "Fuck…"

"No, my darling. That's for after your reward." You hid your head in the crook of your elbow at the sound of his low chuckle, undoubtedly seeing how your core clenched around air at his words.  "Final question?" You shuddered as you felt his fingers trace along your folds and teasingly circle around your clit.

"Yes. F-fuck please just ask me I can't take any more."

"We need to work on your endurance then," he murmured, making you shudder and clench around nothing again. "But I can't wait anymore, either. So final question. How do you compare two strings against one another and why?"

You sighed in relief, hearing a question that you'd rehearsed time and time again since you graduated college. "Dot equals method. Because if you use double equals the way you compare literals it will compare the object's address within the heap, and not the value stored within the String object." The words escaped you as if by muscle memory.

"I told you you're ready, darling," were his last words before he once again pulled your body closer to him and your hips left the bed as his lips closed around the throbbing bundle of nerves above your entrance and two sinfully long fingers easily slipped inside your drenched heat.

The world began to blur into nothing as you drowned in the sensation of him licking and sucking at your clit, your words reducing to nothing but whimpers of his name and babbled pleas of more. When his fingers curled up and began to relentlessly stroke at that spot inside you that had you seeing stars in the back of your eyes, your hips begun to buck against his mouth. "Tom please," you squeaked, your desperation growing. "I'm--"

"Look at me, darling," he murmured against you, the sensation shooting straight up your spine and into the back of your head. "Look at me while you come."

Your eyes snapped open and met his ardent stare, every limb in your body growing weak at both seeing and feeling his smirk before he began to speed up his ministrations, winking at you before he let out a drawn out moan that pushed you off the edge.

He eased you from your climax in long, slow licks and strokes until your breathing evened out before pulling his mouth away and withdrawing his fingers from you. You braced yourself as you felt him slowly moving up your body. "Last question."

"Are you…fucking…kidding me?" you managed to say between pants, looking up into his near-blackened eyes.

"Indulge me, Y/N. Please?"

"Fine."

You let out a whimper as you began to feel the tip of his cock brush against your folds. "Will you be mine?"

All air left your lungs again as you looked at him, the unmistakable desperation reflected in his own eyes. You nodded your head, quickly feeling your arousal begin to build again as a devilish grin spread across his face, lips shining in the light from your release. "Yes," you breathed out, whimpering weakly how much you loved him as he inched inside of you.

A/N: Was this entirely self-indulgent because I myself am a Java developer with that exact certification and I wanted to use my knowledge for something other than my day job? For sure. Did I pull those review questions out of my own personal notes? Absolutely. Did I have a sinfully hot best friend who helped me review like YN did in this story? Hahahahahaha next question pls nobody touch me 🥲

Also this was the story that won the poll today, but I'm still waiting to see who's gonna win second place because that's what's gonna go up for Day 3 👀🫡

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[bonnibellexox]

Describe how your characters would react upon receiving a warm hug by surprise!

I’ll do you one better....

Status Quo

Chapter 10- Horrors of Humanity -Scene 2

~As Phylum and Canopy take a day to learn each other’s unique alphabets, it becomes clear that Canopy is leaving him in the dust. So Phylum, having spent his life in a society divided by intellectual skill, begins to spiral back to a childhood of stress and unimaginable pressure...~

“Hey, you alright?”

Blinking back into the moment, I felt Canopy’s hand on my shoulder, rested on tense muscle. I needed to get a grip.

“Yeah, sorry… This is a bit of a sore spot.” I smiled dimly, hoping to put her worries to rest, but she tipped her head with concerned curiosity, urging me to continue.

“It just that… When I was a kid, learning to read and write was hard for me. I would stutter and get lost and forget which letters meant what. It was really embarrassing and I took years to catch up.”

Taking my book from her, I opened back to her alphabet, seeing nothing but indecipherable code. And as my anxiety grew, I habitually chewed my bottom lip, being met with a split in my flesh, heeled over, but still permanently indented in my skin.

“What happened? I've been meaning to ask.” The sweet girl next to me wondered softly, elbow brushing mine.

“Oh, it’s old. I was studying for the PhD entrance exams and I fell asleep.”

Waiting expectantly, Canopy slouched when I didn’t elaborate.

“So, what? Did you bang your face on the desk or something?” She asked optimistically. Caught off guard, I paused, shifting in place.

“No… My parents caught me. They were furious.”

Silent, her face twitched with confusion as she gazed at me, before her eyes fell back on the scar, and horror spread over her face. Suppressing a gasp, her hands flew over her mouth.

“They… hit you?” She whispered with glossed eyes.

All I could do is shrug and turn away, shrinking under her heartbroken expression. I should have known she’d be like this, so why didn’t I lie?

“I don’t think she meant to do it that hard. They were just upset, it wasn’t really that bad.” I muttered defensively. But she didn’t waver, if anything, I made it worse.

“…How old were you?”

Don’t answer that.

“Twelve. I should have known better by then so-”

Without warning, her hand reached across and cupped my cheek, drawing me back to look at her. I tensed at first, breathing hitching, but when I saw the way she was looking at me, pure, pained empathy, I melted into her palm. Her hands were always so soft and warm, so gentle.

“Tell me you know it wasn’t ok.” Her voice cracked slightly, the words barely audible.

“Maybe… Maybe it was a little overboard. But hey, I was always top of the class after that, so no harm done.” I laughed dryly, her uncharacteristically serious expression making my skin crawl.

Words of wisdom weren’t getting through to me, not after years of rewriting and rationalisation. So, rising up onto her knees, Canopy slid her hand over my shoulder and drew me in, her arms binding around me. And for a moment I’ll never forget, the world went quiet.

“You didn’t deserve it, okay?”

It wasn’t a request, it wasn’t something I could smile through, force a brave face and convince her that everything was fine. She knew. She could see the tears that should have stained my cheeks and the bloodshot eyes that were a near-nightly occurrence before every test. She could see how I became the boy in her embrace. And I decided to trust her.

“Are you sure?…” I breathed into her pulse, my hands creeping up her spine.

“One hundred percent.”

She sounded lighter, sensing my denial collapsing under its own weight. And as I let every tightly drawn thread in my body go slack, a shaky sigh spilled over her shoulder. Satisfied, she went to pull away, but my grip flinched in a desperate attempt to make her stay. And so she did, her nails ghosting over my shirt in sweet circles until I was ready.

“Okay… If you say so.”

It was so hard to let her go, but when I did, I couldn’t stand the way she looked at me, like she’d just finished reading a tragedy. Was that I became? Something miserable to think about. Still holding her waist as her wrists rested on either side of my neck, I agonised over her expression until finally, she graced me with a soft smile. Her eyes on my lips, mine on hers, we drifted sombrely towards each other, the forest around us still absolutely silent.

We were only a world apart when a chilled breeze swept through our embrace, whisking us back to reality. A soft, trembling giggle stumbled out of her.

“Wow, it’s late... Wanna start walking back?”

Stuck in place, I shook off my goosebumps and eventually wobbled onto my feet, pulling her up with me. We barely said a thing for the long journey home, and when we reached our least favourite spot in the world just outside my camp, she smiled at me for longer than usual.

“So… I’ll see you next time?”

Struggling to find a single word, I nodded, smiling too. She took a moment to go, looking back over her shoulder at me one last time, before finally leaping into the trees as the branches waved me goodbye.

And even though I knew the swirling in my chest would pass, just as it had every time we went our separate ways, there was a tiny part of me that hoped it would stay until the next time I could see her.

(I had this bad boy lined up and thought, hell, why not? I hope it answered your question at least a bit. Unfortunately, the main 4 all have moments like this and I ain’t spoiling anything else so drink up kids. Its the best youre gonna get.)

[50setsofplayif]

You are introduced as a manager for the college basketball team, but it seems like you've transferred on a messy year.

The team's reputation is at risk after one of its new star players, is accused of cheating in an exam. Your best friend, a sister of one of the players, pleads for your help in finding the real culprit before the team is banned from playing All Star School Tournaments.

You begin to investigate and get to know the different members of the team, including the serious scholar, the charasmatic captain, the laid-back joker, and the brooding outsider. As the investigation progresses, tensions rise among the team members and secrets are revealed as you learn about how deep the rabbit hole goes.

Will you be able to clear the team's reputation before it's too late?

No Demo - Spotify - Visuals - Pinterest

Features

A customisable MC – hair, clothing style- in general, physical features.

Build and repair relationships with a cast of characters from two different schools.

Choose between five RO's to romance or befriend.

Build up your stats! You'll need them.

This game is 18+ due to the basics (swearing, drug abuse and so on) a better description will follow with chapter 1!

ROs

( The charismatic captain: Riley ) : This basketball player is the charismatic leader of the team, with a charming personality and a magnetic presence. He's confident and outgoing, but also has a vulnerable side that he doesn't show to everyone. Lately, he's been feeling the pressure of being a role model to his teammates, and struggling with the realization that he might not be able to achieve his dream of becoming a famous basketball player if his team's reputation is ruined as he's torn between wanting to pursue his dream of becoming a famous basketball player and not wanting to abandon his teammates in the dirt of these accusation towards the new teamate, who are like family to him. How will you help him navigate these difficult decisions? ♥︎

( The serious scholar: Orion ) : This basketball player takes his academics very seriously, and is under a lot of pressure to maintain his high grades from his parents, as he's been threatened to be pulled out if his grades drop, while also performing well on the court. He's struggling with being a perfectionist, and it's affecting his sleep schedule and overall health. He's also worried about the accusations of cheating, as he knows how damaging they could be to his team's reputation. Can you help the serious scholar balance his academic and athletic responsibilities, and clear his team's name? ♥︎

( The laid-back joker: Isaac ) : This basketball player is always cracking jokes and making his teammates laugh, but he's secretly struggling with anxiety and introversion. He feels like he has to put on a happy-go-lucky persona to fit in with his outgoing teammates, but he's really struggling to keep up as he's secretly an introvert with anxiety. Can you help the laid-back joker find his true voice and overcome his anxiety, and find the confidence to be himself? ♥︎

( The brooding outsider: Vincent ) : This basketball player is the team's grumpy player, with a quiet and brooding personality. He doesn't reveal much about his past, but there's a hint of something darker lurking beneath the surface. Some people on campus whisper about rumors of him being involved in bullying in the past, but he's never spoken about it. Despite his prickly exterior, he's fiercely loyal to his teammates and has a strong moral code. How will you help him open up and confront his past, while also supporting him as a valued member of the team? ♥︎

( The enigmatic transfer: Eli ) : This basketball player is the team's enigmatic transfer, with a mysterious and elusive personality. He's new to the team and the college, and doesn't reveal much about himself or his past. After his first exam, he was accused of cheating and it's tarnished his reputation on campus. He's been keeping a stoic persona to avoid any further scrutiny, but he's struggling with the weight of the accusations against him. How will you help him clear his name and find the truth behind the accusations, while also getting to know him better and unraveling the mystery of his past? ♥︎

[127tyong]

I.O.U

(Be There For You Follow Up)

A/N: Same universe as BTFY, different characters, same medicine. You don't need to read BTFY to understand this story tho they're kinda their own thing

Pairing: Qian Kun X Reader

Genre: Be There For You AU, Smut, Doctor Kun, Good Ending, (as always, i know nothing about medicine lol)

Warnings: Mind Break, kun is kinda mean

Word Count: 2.3k

“I mean, every college kid does a clinical trial to make a quick buck at least once, right? That’s just like, part of the freshman experience!” You were on the phone with your friend as you stood outside the clinic, ready to get tied up to an IV for 10 hours or have your sleep monitored. 

“Whatever. Don’t let them do anything stupid to you, alright?” Your friend replied, dryly.

“They’re doctors! They wouldn’t intentionally hurt me, right? Anyways, I’m gonna go in!” Way too optimistic, considering you were willing to go through Hell for $1000.

You walked in and went to the front desk.

“Hi, can I help you?” The worker, wearing a name tag that said “Jeno” asked you. He seemed… like your average nerd. Chunky, black rimmed glasses in a rectangle shape.

“I’m actually wondering if you have any studies that I could participate in.” You smiled up at him, biting your lip, as to avoid asking him if his bright pink hair was up to code.

“Hm…” He grabbed a paper. “How about you fill this out to let us get a better grasp of who you are, then I’ll have a doctor chat with you, alright?” He quickly smiled up at you, but his eyes were cold, probably wishing you’d leave him alone already.

You nodded. “Thanks!”

After about 30 minutes and 100 questions later, you were called into an exam room, and you sat on the bed in there.

A young man with wire rimmed glasses and light blue hair entered and applied hand sanitizer. “So, my name is Kun Qian. So I’ve checked your questionnaire and your medical history, and I’ve compiled a list of things you are able to participate in.”

He handed you a stack of papers, and on top, there it was.

Project E 2.0

This medication is being tested to treat PCOS and other hormone irregularities.

Side effects include a heightened libido, sensitivity during sex, as well as more intense and stronger orgasms.

You glanced up at Kun, who was clicking his pen. “I’ll just do this one, it seems simple enough.”

Kun sighed, rolling his neck back to crack his neck. “The E one? It’s important for you to know that the side effects of this medication are… strong, to say the least.”

“What, am I going to go feral? It’s fine, just give me the jab.” You laughed, but Kun didn’t respond.

“Yes. The woman who received the 1.0 version was unable to sleep, eat… she couldn’t live a normal life for several weeks because of it. All she was able to do was have sex and be force-fed by her doctor… Well, boyfriend now, I guess.” He pulled off his glasses and looked you in the eye. “I promise, I will be right here, ready to assist you, or anything you may need, but I need to know that you can deal with the pain.”

“Well, when you put it like that… I guess I should learn a bit more first.”

“Do you have a husband or wife? Any significant other that might be able to help?” Kun started to write stuff down on his clipboard.

“Er, I have a roommate?” You fidgeted with the hem of your skirt, unsure of what Kun meant.

Kun exhaled loudly, leaning back in his chair, his annoyance with you obvious. “I meant someone you could have sex with, madam.”

“I have a vibrator?” You laughed, the hairs on your arms standing due to your nerves.

Kun bit his lip. “I think it’s in your best interest to choose another option.”

“Um, but I think this would be the easiest for me… All I have to do is track possible side effects, right? And I can go home?” You flipped through the other studies, ranging from a hypothermia study to a sociology study.

“Well, you’d have to stay here for a week, only so we can see how you’d react… but yes, you can.” Kun clicked his pen against the clipboard. “I’ll give it to you. Let me lead you to your room.

~

It actually wasn’t that bad, considering this was an independent clinic. You had your own bedroom and bathroom, and your roommate sent you clothes for your week stay. 

Kun sat on the chair next to your bed, letting you settle in before giving you the shot.

“I’m ready.” You sat on the bed, shuffling over to where Kun was sitting.

“There.” Kun injected it. “I’ll stay with you for the first hour, if you don’t mind.”

“Not at all. Do you wanna get in bed with me?” You scooched over, letting him in. 

“Um…” Kun stood up, sitting down next to you, taking his shoes off before moving to sit next to you.

“So, Doctor, how’s your day going?” You turned on the TV in front of you, switching the channel to some cheesy reality Lifetime show.

“You’re the first person I’ve seen today, so I guess… Good.” Kun inspected your body, from the palms of your hands down to your chest, then your thighs and feet. “So… what made you want to do this?”

“Money?” You glanced at him, noticing how plump his lips were after he bit his bottom lip. “Why does anyone let themselves do something like this?”

“Well, you’re not wrong, I guess.” The palm of his hand pressed against your forehead, trying to feel for your temperature. “Are you feeling okay?”

“It’s only been like… 5 minutes, so I guess I feel the same.” You looked up at Kun, who was now standing up and sliding his shoes back on.

A minute turned to two minutes, two turned to twenty, twenty turned to sixty…

“I want to check something.” Kun grabbed his stethoscope, putting it in his ears and against your heart. “I’ll be back in a minute…”

You just sat there, scrolling through your phone. 

And it started. Your back hit the bed’s back board, the heat getting to you. You knew you were going to get horny, but you didn’t know it was going to be this bad…

The heavy wooden door opened again. “Okay, so I wanted to see if-” 

“Doctor…” Your voice was so whiny, you hardly knew you could make that kind of tone. “Need you.” You sat on your knees, reaching out for him, lips pouting, drawling out every word. Blood coursed through your veins, your heart beating out of your chest. And you felt all the blood rush to your clit at the sight of Kun.

“Fuck.” Kun pressed the stethoscope back against your chest, and after about 10 seconds he ripped it out of his ears, falling down towards your body, one of his hands on your shoulder, the other on your back. “Come on sweetie, let’s get you in the shower… or something, I…” Kun frantically looked around, his concern for you resulting in a furrowed brow. “Did your roommate bring you anything, a dildo, or…”

“You…” You finally got out a word. “Please, fuck me.” Tears began to well up in your eyes. It truly was a feeling you never felt, it was like you had been edging for days without release.

A million thoughts rushed into Kun's mind all at once. The loudest one being the word pathetic. You were a pathetic, whining mess, begging him for his cock, needing to fuck him. And it made him so hard. Any man would get hard in his situation, he figured. But he knew he had to stay professional, even if it was for a few more minutes. “I… I don’t think I can, I mean, I’m your doctor!” Kun pushed you off him, then slipped your jacket off you, trying to get you to cool down. 

You had a ball of the fabric of Kun’s lab coat in your fist. “Please, I need… anyone.”

“Fuck, fuck… I thought Jaemin fixed it… I knew I shouldn’t have fucking trusted him.” Kun bit his lip, half wanting to search the suitcase and dressers in your room, but also knowing he needed to comfort you right now.

“Cum… Cum inside me…” You whined, your head hitting Kun’s chest. You breathed in the thick scent of his cologne. Minty, musky and woody. He smelled so good, and that just made things worse for some reason. It truly felt like you were going feral, like you were turning back to your primal instincts, needing him inside you, his warm release, to be filled up. “Need… you inside me…”

“Come on baby… work with me.” Kun helped you to your feet, leading you into the bathroom. The lock on the door automatically locked behind the two of you. Kun started undressing you as quickly as possible then pushed you into the bathtub. “Tell me if the water’s too cold.” He turned on the water, the cold helping lower your temperature.

“Kun…” You cooed, wrapping an arm around his neck. “Please, fuck me.”

You caught Kun looking at your body, up at your breasts and down to your thighs…

“I’ll, um…” Kun’s hand entered the water,  and began to rub your clit, making you immediately reach your climax.

“Doctor!” You cried out. “More, more please!”

“I don’t know, I don’t know how to help you anymore…” Kun mumbled, thinking hard.

“Cock, please…” You whined.

“Fuck…” Kun helped you out of the bathtub and wrapped you in a towel, quickly drying you off then leading you to the bed, bending you over the mattress.

“Cum inside, please, please, please…” You really felt like you were actually going brain dead, the only thing on your mind being Kun’s cock. 

And he finally was inside you. You let Kun do whatever he wanted to with your body. You figured he must’ve been pent up, too. The way his cock slammed into your womb, hitting your cervix with ease, letting you know how sore you were going to be tomorrow. His hands made their way into your mouth, both middle and ring fingers hooking into your cheeks, stretching your lips horizontally, making you drool, tongue sticking out on its own.

He was rough, nothing like the shy boy he was two seconds ago, who didn’t even know if he should be fucking you. It was like a flip switched in his brain, like he was just pretending to be kind so his cock would feel even better when it went inside you…

“Doctor, please be gentler!” You felt like you were melting on his dick, so hot and so hard…

“I don’t want to.” His hands moved to your neck, wrapping around your neck, choking you until you were unable to breathe. 

“Cumming!” You screamed out, hitting your second climax.

You felt your womb filling up with Kun’s cum before he pulled out. 

He picked you up and laid you back down. “Do you feel better?”

You nodded, sitting up, covering yourself with the blanket.

“Good. I’ll be back with your dinner.” Kun slid his pants back up then left.

~

And after about 30 minutes you felt like a bitch in heat all over again. 

“Dinner.” Kun entered again after 45 minutes, catching you with your fingers inside yourself. “Jesus Christ…” He sighed, slamming the tray onto the nearest table.

“Doctor…” You whimpered, hoping he would fuck your again. 

“You’re so… pathetic. And whiny.” Kun ran his hands through your hair, then grabbed your hand, pulling your fingers out of yourself and licking your juices off. He stood at the foot of the bed, grabbing your foot to pull you down and began to lick your clit. 

And again, you practically immediately reached your high…

Kun wiped his face, your cum on his nose and lips. “Do you feel better?”

You shook your head. “Cum…” You whined. “Please?”

Kun facepalmed, sighing. “Ride me.” He sat on the couch in your room. 

You slid off your bed and sat on Kun’s lap, facing away from him, lining his cock into you.

“You know, it’ll hurt more if you take it slow. Put it in all at once.” Kun his hand on your waist, stabilizing you. 

“I know!” You whined, shoving it in. “Fuck!”

“Hm? Is that it?” Kun’s tone became more mocking than annoyed. “Do I have to do everything for you?” His arm went under your knees, fucking you under you. 

“You’re in too deep, Doctor!” You cried out. You felt like Kun was in your womb. “You’re not gonna be able to pull out!”

“Don’t think.” Kun instructed.

And you did as told, letting your brain melt into nothingness other than the feeling of Kun’s cock inside you. You probably wouldn’t be able to recall your own name…

That was, until Kun’s cum flowed inside you again, bringing you into your own orgasm.

Kun dropped you back onto his lap, your arms wrapping around his neck and your head fell onto his chest.

~

You woke up still on Kun’s lap.

“How long-”

Kun cut you off. “45 minutes. It’s fine.” But really, the entire left side of Kun’s body was numb.

You nodded. 

“So, what did you think?” Kun asked you as you climbed off his lap and back onto your own bed.

“It was… good. Amazing, actually, I’ve never felt so good…” You started dreaming about getting stuffed full of Kun’s cum all over again…

“I was talking about the medicine, but thanks for rating my dick.” Kun scoffed, getting up to give you your dinner. 

“Oh. Not as fun.” You watched Kun.

“I, um… was thinking that you could live with me and help me test the rest of the iterations of the medication.” Kun hooked you back up to the blood pressure monitor. 

“Maybe.” You took a bite of the dinner. “But I’ll say yes if it means I can keep having sex with you.

“You can keep having sex with me even when you stop being my patient.”

[leegemma]

Hiiiii!! Could I please request lee jeongin Ler Changbin? Thank youuuu!!!

Finally finished writing something 🥹

Guys I finished my first exam and I'm celebrating by giving this to you. Guess that means you'll get a whole bunch after finals 🫡🫡

Anyways, thank you for your request anon, I hope you like this, I really enjoyed writing it!

Enjoy:)

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I.N had no idea how he got himself into this tangled, messy situation. His arms held up above his head as Changbin ran his fingers all over his torso.

He tried to think back to the start of the day, his mind almost going blank from the multitasking of thinking and laughing...

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The boys were all so excited when they found out that for the next code they were just gonna get to sit around, play some games, and talk. Giving stays an opportunity to see how the boys really act with each other with no pressure.

They started out by a game of uno (felix lost), they then moved on to watching embarrassing old videos of themselves, until a game was suggested by Han.

"So you guys know how there are a lot of fanfics about us on the Internet? I was thinking... what if we find some and act them out? Giving stay Exactly what they want. Literally."

The members all cracked up, but agreed that it's a fun idea. And so they all got so searching, until Hyunjin wondered upon an interesting one with a title that caught his eye immediately. Seo Changbin, Yang Jeongin tickle fic.

Hyunjin squinted his eyes. That sounds interesting. He clicked on the description, unable to contain his grin. This will be fun.

"I got one." Hyunjin raised his hand, trying his best to not lock eyes with Jeongin, the youngest knows him too well and would definitely be able to tell something is up.

"Great! You wanna be the one to read it up?" Chan suggested.

Hyunjin nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, please."

The boys waiting with big smiles on their faces, knowing this will definitely be funny. I.N was smiling too, not knowing that he might want to save some of those muscles for later...

"Okay, I'm gonna start! This one is about Changbin and I.N." Hyunjin stated, smiling when both boys wrnt to stand closer infornt of the camera.

"Jeongin was sitting with his face burried in his hands. He just wanted to dissappear. Changbin was sitting right next to him, comforting him."

I.N and Changbin played out the scene, trying their best to contain their smiles as the rest of the group laughed their asses off.

"Changbin then turned to look at the youngest and asked: 'What can I do to make you feel better?'"

"What can I do to make you feel better?" Changbin recited perfectly.

Hyunjin already started smiling as he read the next sentence in his head. Oh this was gonna be so good... "I.N turned to look at his hyung shyly: 'could you maybe... tickle me?'"

"Could you maybe... t- wait what?" I.N turned red when he heard the words about to come put of his mouth.

The rest of the boys were cheering and cracking up. Changbin was beaming, ready for whatever he had to do next.

Hyunjin smirked. "Oh oops, I forgot to mention this was a tickle fic."

"A WHAT?!" A panicked dolphin scream came out of I.N.

"Yup! Anyway, uhm uhm:" Hyunjin continued as if nothing happened. "Changbin nodded happily and pushed Jeongin to the floor, sitting on his hips and pinning his hands underneath his own body. Making him completely immobile."

"Nohoho!" Jeongin whined as Changbin did as he was told.

"Stick to your script!" He scolded the youngest, giving him a quick side poke as a warning, giggling when Jeongin straight up screamed.

"Changbin started drumming his fingers on I.N's tummy, slowly speeding up." Seungmin stole the phone and took over hyunjin's job with the reading.

"Pleahahse don't!" Jeongin begged.

Changbin shrugged, "I can't let stay down. This is what they want to see!"

Jeongin's reaction was way bigger than the boys initially thought it would be. The boys screamed and flapped around, only getting worse the faster Changbin's fingers worked.

"Changbin dug into the cutie's armpits!" Han yelled, pretending to be reading up from the phone, though I.N was too busy laughing to notice.

"NAHAHAHHA! GO SOMEHWHERE ELSE!" He squirms around as he tried to release his hands.

"No can do, this is not my doing, it's stay's!" Changbin reminded the boy again, his smile as big and wide as jeongin's.

"Changbin started tickling worse spot, his neck!" Seungmin yelled out with a laugh. The boys have turned off the phone at this point and just threw suggestions.

"NOHOT THEHEHERE! NO WHAHAIT!!!" Jeongin laughed as loudly as the remaining breath he had allowed him.

"Changbin stayed in that spot for five minutes!" Lee know giggled put excitedly.

"NOHOHO WHAHAHAY IT SAYS THAHAHAT!" Jeongin argued just before he started wheezing.

"He's gonna die!" Changbin laughed out as he decided it was time to stop. He got off of Jeongin and started hugging him.

"Last but not least, Jeongin had to lay there and let all of his hyungs hug him until they felt like letting go." Felix said, being the first one to crawl over to I.N and lay teasingly over his panting body.

Everyone quickly joined in, turning the funny moment into another, infamous skz cuddle puddle.

I.N took his time catching his breath before adding a quick little part to the story: "I.N then reminded the boys to watch out throughout the next few days, because he was going to wreck them all..."

[munsonsreputation]

Hi there, I hope you are well 🖤🖤

How about stressing out about the university deadlines ? Being up late, working through etc.(Maybe I'm self inserting right now xD)

And Eddie is taking care of you and everything around?

Or maybe even Robin ?

Or Eddie is the boyfriend who takes care of you and Robin is the best friend?

Make with that what you want :D

hey anela!!! i hope you're not stressing too much about school...remember to try your best but also try not to get caught up in it all!!! 💫💐🐣

i also hope this little imagine makes you feel better...robin is your caring girlfriend and eddie is you silly best friend :D wishing you all the best and thank you so much for your request!!! 💌✨🌙

“How the fuck is this even possible?!” 

Robin and Eddie’s eyes grew as they picked up your groans and annoying wails from the front door of the apartment, most likely even down the hall if they hadn’t made it in time. 

“I’ll go check on her.” Robin whispered, toeing off her shoes and placing the bag of groceries down on the floor for Eddie to grab as she made her way into your shared bedroom. 

The door was cracked open and she could see your silhouette in front of the desk, staring at the whiteboard calendar hanging on the wall. There were scribbles in all the boxes, each color coded with important due dates and exams. As for the floor and desk...they had become victim to the pages and pages of notes, syllabuses, and deconstructed textbook excerpts you had printed instead of buying whole.

“Baby?”

Robin knocked softly against the wood, causing you to snap your neck behind you, relieved to see and hear the voice of your favorite person in the world. 

Your girlfriend. 

“H-hey.” You sighed with content, abandoning the dry erase marker and urgently holding your arms out or her. 

She pouted cutely, nudging the door open and striding over to you with the same stance. Engulfing you in her arms and warmth. Burying your face in her neck, planting kisses along the skin, she smelled of lavender and honey, a mix of her shampoo and perfume and her that brought you back down to a realm of serenity and calmness. 

Something you were desperately craving. 

“I missed you.” your voice was muffled against her hair and neck, yet she understood, humming and placing a kiss on the top of your head as she pulled you two apart. 

You reeked of tiredness and she knew that. 

For the past three days, you’d been sporting the same hoodie with mangled hair tossed up into a very chaotic bun. Coffee and snacks were practically keeping you alive as you attempted to get the college workload done in a certain amount of time so that you could finally relax. 

But things just kept piling and piling and piling onto each other like a mountain of stress weighing on your mind and body at this point. 

It seemed like your professors didn’t care that you had other classes to deal with or even just a life to live outside of school. And so here you were, stressing about exams that conflicted with each other and projects that wouldn’t have enough time to get done due to you needing to do other work. 

It all just seemed fucking impossible. 

“Have you eaten at all?” 

Robin’s eyes scanned the space, a few bright orange and white goldfish packages that were tossed away in random spots in the room. An apple core that was oxidizing on a piece of paper towel on the corner of the desk, that served as lunch today. And of course, the collection of mugs that were stacked on top of one another, stained a dark-tannish-brown because of the lack of creamer you’d been using recently hoping to keep you more caffeinated. 

You couldn’t help but laugh faintly, a big contrast from the way your chest fell heavily. 

“Snacking. Coffee. And an apple. Didn’t have much time to make anything.” 

Your girlfriend groaned, squeezing your arms and rubbing them up and down in a comforting manner to try to ease you more and more. 

She didn’t want to pretend like she knew what it was like stressing over college classes, because for godsake she went to a community college, and yes while it still was college courses, it was nothing like the rigorous classes that you were taking. 

But she knew you needed a break. 

Desperately. 

“Why don’t we take a break? Eddie and I went to grab groceries and I’m sure the two of us can whip up something for you to eat.” 

You wanted to. You really, really wanted to. 

But there were so many things that needed to get done. So many stupid, pointless fucking assignments that were calling your name, making you feel bad for not tending to them now like you were scheduled to do. 

“I can’t,” You stared down at both of your sock covered feet. 

“Baby, you can’t stay locked In here all the time…plus you’ve got to eat, you know that.” 

She was so right. It had been three days since you sat down and had a proper meal. Robin would make you a bowl of ramen, mac and cheese, and microwavable dinners in order to replace the good and hearty one, but she knew it was the breaking point now. 

You were about to protest, telling her that you only needed a couple of hours to complete your last bits of assignment for one class, but it just so happened that another voice popped in. 

“She’s right, sweetheart.” 

The tall tattooed guy walking into the bedroom, you and your girlfriend rolling your eyes jokingly as he strode closer, turning his nose up at the mess. 

“You live in a pigsty.” He pointed out, reaching over to pick up the apple core, wrapping the now soggy paper towel around it.

You huffed, reaching out to push his arm, not moving him one bit, “It’s not easy being a uni student, alright?” 

Robin softened, hands now rubbing your shoulders and kissing your cheek as Eddie pretended to gag like a fucking child. 

He was definitely your best friend for a reason. 

“Why do you think I’m not in school?” He retorted, pausing as you grumbled, choosing to fall back into Robin’s touch instead of listening to him. 

“Did you pick up the heavy cream like I told you?” Robin looked over at Eddie, continuing to massage your shoulder as you finally became to feel some sort of peace despite their talking. 

He nodded, raising one of his brows and she smiled, removing her hand from you, inciting in a whine that made the two of them laugh. 

“While you have a hot shower, me and Eddie are gonna make you some homemade pasta alright?” She offered with a bright smile and so did Eddie, despite him not having a damn clue how to make it. 

“But…but I’ve still got work that I need to—“ 

Their protests instantly cut you off.

“No, nope, not gonna happen, missy!” 

“Babeeeee nooooo, you need a break!” 

They each pulled you by the arm, dragging you out of the room with no actual resistance, and you complained, but not dramatically. Eddie headed straight for the kitchen, gathering what he thought was going to be needed for the meal, and Robin had brought you into the bathroom. 

She flipped the toilet seat down, setting you on the cover as she went over to the tub, turning on the water and getting it to the temperature that you liked. 

You watched with admiration, resting your elbows on your knees as she continued to talk to herself about the temperature, her arm under the water testing it every few seconds. 

“Okay, I think it’s ready!” She nodded to herself, standing up and turning back towards you. 

Despite your fatigue, you smiled widely, gesturing her over with a point of your chin. 

The action of her cupping your jaw in her palms made you melt away, forgetting the workload that was sitting on your desk waiting to be finished. 

Right here is where you wanted to be. 

“Thanks for pulling me away from all that shit.” 

She grinned, pressed a chaste kiss on your lips and nudging her nose against yours, “I’ve got you, babe.” 

You rested your head against her forehead, kissing her once more as your lips danced against each other all before the hard pounding on the door. 

“Stop smooching! I need help boiling these fucking noodles.” 

Robin screeched, tightly shutting her eyes, cursing out loud for Eddie to hear, “Dingus, I told you to bring out the ingredients, not start cooking!” 

You stifled your laughter, giving her one last kiss before watching her pry open the door. There stood Eddie with your apron on, holding a pot of water out for her to take. 

“What would you do without your best friend and girlfriend, huh?” Eddie smirked, arms crossed in front of his chest as Robin scrambled toward the kitchen, pot in hand. 

You flipped him off with a playful roll of your eyes, 

“Oh, how I wonder…” You singsonged, smiling lightly and shutting the door in his face. 

You really were lucky to have one amazingly incredible girlfriend, plus a goofy metal head as your best friend to keep you grounded. 

Their presence and their surprisingly delicious homemade pasta were, in fact, the best things to get your mind off school. 

[raineyteaclouds]

Grievances

I grieve for what I lost today.

the innocence, of which I’ve lost today,

the tears, unuseful, which I have lost today.

I grieve for what I lost today

for I realise they will never know

how it feels like to accidentally offend someone,

everyone in your life, all the time,

fucking up, and finding out;

that is the basis of your life.

they will never know why you offend them

because you praise them, but they also

will never understand what it feels like to only

think

speak

hear

what you are currently fixated on,

songs, games, shows.

they will never understand

the magnitude of your heart breaking

because to them, it’s just fictional.

to me, it’s my whole life.

I grieve for what I lost today

my friendships young and old.

we said things would always stay the same

but I knew it was over long ago.

and these tears I shed for all of them

I know I will never recover, like

the pieces of my heart I gave them

burnt and damaged beyond repair,

all because of a small crack in the glass

letting all the empty airy conversations seep in,

I run along the beaches and the seas in silence

because today I realised

THEY WILL NEVER KNOW WHAT ITS LIKE.

to be ostracised and bullied

for being who you are,

in this hypocritical day and age where

everyone is meant to be accepting.

you find no one wants to tolerate

you constantly talking about the same things

over and over and over, nor do they

want to hear your opinions, or take you seriously.

Grieving this day, because today,

I lost the freedom of non-oppression.

Now I shall hide into my shell

because you said we had way too different personalities,

completely change myself to fit in your circle

of which the borders barely touched me.

I will look at them who you befriended.

Them who charm and dazzle,

and tackled difficulty with smiles,

them who made friends so easily

and aced their every exam,

and had wonderful families who

put warm foods on their study desks.

I grieve, for what I have lost today

will ultimately be myself.

I grieve my times spent staring at my phone

laughing at characters

who will never exist in real life,

nor jump out my phone.

Watching the people dance and sing

unabashedly, thinking, this is what life should be,

this is what I can do with others.

I grieve that they will never understand

the things that bring me the most joy

are the things they cannot comprehend

the secret code to a mystery

these geniuses can’t solve.

[screampied]

i love how you take time to listen all your squitlings thirsts and ideas it’s so cute 😪😪😪

ummm…hey vaygus 😈😈😈 how are ya ? what do you plan for the day ? i just got up rn so i have the head deep in my crack but wtv you got it i’m not woke at ALL, i’m just gonna wash my crusty greasy face and then start the day, take administrative pictures for my registration form and keep on revising for my test ‼️‼️

OHHHHHHH angels of death !!! i started like 2 years ago and just gave up at the 7th episode 💀💀but it’s in my watch list for this summer ! so yes i’ll be rewatching it 😀😀😎😎😎 (i’ll give you updates if i don’t forget 👹)

bye bye, have a good day night and dreams !💞

-🌟

iknowwww i try to get to u all 💓🧚🏽‍♀️ u guys make this app a lot of funnnn <3 heh tyyyy x !!

i’m okay 😽. pretty boring day but i was quite productive me thinksssss. been mostly coding all day m gonna rip my hair out ahah classic cyber security. depending on the weather i might go to the beach w friends !!!! andddd maybe see a movie. LMAO WHAT. are you okay 🧍🏽‍♀️

GOOD LUCKKKKK ON UR EXAM 💓💓 ur gonna crush it. and aw 😭 it’s sooooo good it was one of my first gory anime’s i think but the plot was so 💔💔💔. i have a habit of feeling bad for the antagonists after learning their pasts, is zack even considered an antagonist idk. YESSS UPDATE ME POOKIE DOOKS

bye bye you too 💏

[hunting-songs]

5 Things for Your Muse: Senritsu Döne

Tagged By: A little Wildbirdie! Tagging: @bewitchingbaker @nephytale @skarletchains @gyofukuki @muddsludge @zealctry @kiigan @yeonban @distortedkilling @saiakv @uzumakiuser AND YOU!

5 THINGS YOU’LL FIND IN THEIR POCKETS

Woodcarving Knife- As a craftman and adventuerer Senritsu carries the knife with herself in case she needs to cut wood for a campfire or work on wood for a instrument. Or in case she is cornered in the Mafia and needs to show that she can defend herself. Naturally the knife is only for show, as with her Aura she easily can enhance her body to break bones with her bare hands, so the knife is only there to be shown as a warning. Due to the knifes old age and metal, the blade looks black.

Leatherwallet- Senritsu does not carry a Driving-License, Identification Card, Passport or other cards with her that could help people identifying her. She did not even has a Driving-License, as she became a Hunter when she was eighteen and the HUnter-License allowes her officially to drive any vehicle . Even her creditcard is a prepaid creditcard without her name on it. The Wallet only has cash-money in it and the small key to a safe deposit box by one of Yorkshins trainstations where she stores her personal documents. However in the wallet is a very old, untidy folded photograph from the Hunter-Exam of 1995 of Ask, Wing and Senritsu where they had asked someone to make a picture of them after they had passed the exam. Considering how much time had passed and what had happned to Senritsu and Ask, Senritsu feels safe enough to carry the photograph with her even to her work.

Mosquitone Device- The communication device produces high-pitched sounds, similar to the buzzing of a mosquito, that is so highpitched that only people below a certain age can hearit. Or people with a very, very, very keen hearing (as in either Senritsus hearing or by Aura enhanced hearing). It is activated with the press of ones thumb and used to send coded messages like morse-code.

Foam earplugs- Life is hard when you can hear the mites in the carpet cough. The earplugs barely lock anything out, but on very bad days when Senritsu feels a migraine come in or is in general already restless, she puts them in and hopes for the best.

Mobile Phone- Senritsu uses Apps for reading texts out loud for her, translating her spoken words into written words, and as a translation device for when she is faced with a language she neither speaks nor understands. The Mobile-phone looks like it had been through hell and back with a cracked monitor, a cracked shell and a very old, worn down leathercase in which Senritsu had carved in musicnotes.

5 THINGS YOU’LL SEE THEM WEAR

Pink Balllerina Shoes- Senritsus favorite colour is pink and she has always at least one pink colthes-item on herself; be is gloves, a blouse, leggings or as in most cases- pink ballerina-shoes. Considering Senritsus backpain, she only wears the ballerina-shoes to sooth the ache in her back as this is the best alternative beside walking barefoot in her daily life. She despises the days she has to dress up enough to wear highheels, not because she does not like pretty shoes, but because of how her back feels at the end of the day.

Music-Band-Tshirt -Either washed out blackish grey, dark red or dark green, Senritsu had collected Band-Tshirts from every Musicband she had been listening to. She is a musician but she is as much a massive fan of musicbands as she is of her own work. In fact, the musicbands she listens to are a big inspiration for her wor as Musichunter. Senritsu has to keep up a certaine appearance doing her work by wearing blouses or formal shirts on workhours or puts on a west over those thicker blouses as protection from woodsplinters when she is workign her craft and t-shirt-cloth is by all means not protetcive, so her utterly beloved Music-Band-TShirts are most of the time reduced to sleepwear. Yet as soon as she is off-duty and not working on restoring / building a instrument she will promptly put on one of those tshirts. Most of the Tshirts are from rock or heavy-metal-bands. Mozart had not lived in an era wherein his face could be put on Musicband-tshirts. Senritsus most precious music-band-tshirt is from her younger sisters (the twins) rockband merch. She would not tell anyone about her family, especially not of the twingirls as her younger sisters, but its a tshirt she always has in her luggage with her.

Felt-Fedora- When he had been still alive Ask usually plucked a random flower from wherever they were (or even a random windowboxes that definitive got him into trouble) everyday and put it into Senritsus hat hatband. Now Senritsu is doing that on her own. She misses her friend.

Yellow cloth-ribbon around her left ankle - a yellow cord worn in a small bown on the cloth or around the wrist was a mark of Traveling People in medieval age. The yellow cord is specifically known as "Hurenbänder" (Whore-cords). Now "Fahrendes Volk"-"Traveling People" is just a collective term to put a lot- A LOT!- of different groups who barely at all have anything to do with another: From traveling Minsterls, to lawless, to prostitues, to wandering craftman, to bards, to thiefs, to robbers, to Sinti and Roma, and in general anyone that would not fit into "normal" towns folk. Naturally this means Traveling People are not "one" group with a similar background, but actually many different groups summed up in one group because people like neat categories and "dangeoruse strangers that do no belong to US" is easy enough of a category, despite the obvious differences betwen the groups and how closed up they were towards eachother occaionally. In Senritsus case her group of Traveling People happned to be lawless Music-instrument-craftman who earned money on the side as Thiefs, scammers, prostitutes, poachers and eventually robbers (graverobbers, more accurately). Which is also the reason why Senritsu remarked that she has no specific marriagetradition, because in her group there were many marriage-traditions and many different religions, as the group traveled together and helped eachother as a big family, but they did not all had the same cultural / religious background and were barely at all related to another in any way beside the craftmanship of using bones as material for musicinstruent that would become the groups main-income after the body-part-collector discovered them (for better or for worse) and eventually displace any other way of income for the group over the years. The yellow ribbon Senritsu wears under her sleeve that was hundreds years ago used to mark her kind of group as the "dangerouse strangers" occaisonally was forced on her group to be worn when they visited certaine areas. Now Senritsu wears it out of a waggish sense of humor and spite.

Blouses with funny collars- Senritsu has a certaine way of dresscode she needs for work: either she needs to appear professional, or she needs to have clothes on that protect her during herwork with wood. A longsleeved blouse or thick tunic under a vest is more protective than the by Senritsus beloved band-tshirts made of jersey. However Senritsu protests a little against the dresscode by usually chosing blouses with funny collars, be it with lace, or funny colours, or something that looks like a fool-collar with just the small bells on the end missing.

5 THINGS YOU’LL FIND IN THEIR ROOM Senritsu does not has a room. The last time she had been living in one place longer than three months was in the Music-Consortiums Student-Dorm and even if she stayed there six years, she always saw it just as a stopover and not a place that is hers to decorate and make her home. Accordingly Senritsu usually only stays in random Hotelrooms. So what is findable in the Hotelrooms every time again?

Charlottenburger-Cloth as a bedspread- The Charlottenburger is a 88x88 cm big cloth that is traditionally used by Journeymen to roll into a "sausage" and carry their most important belongings in by wrapping a belt around the "sausage" and wear it over the left shoulder(as one has the wanderstaff int he right hand). Origianlly Journeymen were not allowed to carry their belongings in bags as there could be bugs travel with them from town to town. Just because a Charlottenburger is only 30x70 cm when wrapped up there is actually a lot that can be carried in it as a journeymans traditional baggage usually weights up to 20 kg. Senritsus Charlottenburger is in most verses printed with the carpenter-guild-crest. In the JJK-Verse Senritsu specifically has the Miller-Guild-crest printed on the cloth. In all verses Senritsu had embroidered Gaunerzinken on one side of the Cloth as a map-legend so she would not forget the symbols. Gaunerzinken is a secret-language used by society-outsiders (Traveling people, Homeless people, Thiefs... etc) to draw on hosuewalls (or other things) to communicate to other Outsiders like "Dangerouse dog" or "get a free meal here" or "save place to stay overnight" or "they offer work" or more nefarious "only two people live here", "easy target", "come back at night so we can make a plan to rob this place" etc...

Senritsus Laptop- For writing mails, planning travelingroutes and online researches. But also the laptop has Senritsus writing app on, that she can dictate to and than let her voice be translated into written words. The Laptop looks so worn down with a cracked shell that it seems it had been thrown to the ground several times. it is still working, though.

THE CHAIR with laundry that definitive could be worn another day- Senritsu is a not especially tidy person. She keeps a strict hold on her belongings, because she for one is always traveling but also she knows that when she is getting too many belongings she will get horrible untidy. The chair with her careless thrown over it laundry is a sall example for this.

A waterglass with cutflowers- Usually Senritsu does not even asks for a vase to put the flowers in but simply takes a waterglass.She does bring a small bouquet of cutflowers with her back from work when she is staying in a room longer than a week. Those are never special flowers, they are the cheap small bouquets buyable in supermarkets. For one Senritsu just really likes flowers and on the other hand she can make sure they stay fresh when she puts everyday one of those flowers in her hats hatband.

Big knot of recharger cabels- For her laptop and her mobile Phone. Senritsu is really not a tidy person and the fact that she has all her electronic devices cabels together in a knot to make sure they do not get lost is just one example of her knowing herself much too well.

5 THINGS THAT MAKE THEM HAPPY

Drawing- Senritsus drawingskills usully focus on technical drawings for her instrument building /restore work. And she loves her work of conrtsucting and restoring instruments so much, that she has many sketchbooks filled with drawn out notes and spend nights over those technical drawings to make them perfect. Occaisonally she will draw flowers like her mother did in her herb-study-books.

Camping+Hiking- Traveling is part fo Senritsus work, but she actually has a great love and enjoyment of grabbing her backpack and going hiking. For one it is part of her work, when she is payed to seek out distant groups far away fom bigger cities for documenting taditional songs or finding old instruments, but she likes the literal freedom of just going wherever she wants in those parts of her work. After she had been cursed, Senritsu had developted a great distaste for cities and their permanent noises and her love for just sleeping in a sleepingback while watching the stars and listening to the insects had grown proportionally. However, considering her backpain those nights outside are a lot of rougher on her than they used to be. Not that this would stop Senritsu (ones own health is usually not that important for Hunters. Its a occupational disease) but she might return from a trip bruised all over but also very happy.

Reading- Due to Senritsus never especially well worked with dyslexia she does not like reading. However, she is curious, she is eager to learn and she loves to learn new things fitting to her special interests. So while she would not read a book, she will at any time possible listen to a audiobook. Musicians biographys, History on dances and certaine instruments, Travel-logs- Whenever she does not need to actively listen to someone/something, Senritsu will pluck in her headphones and "read" an audiobook.

Singing & Playing Music & Listening to Music & Dancing - There is not much to say about this part: Senritsu loves Music. She loves listening to it, she loves discovering new musicbands, she loves listening to how different groups ahd came up with different instruments and sounds to make music, she loves to write her own songs, she loves dancing and researching and learning new dances.

An After-work-Beer with her Colleagues- Senritsu is a very simple person and spending her first twelve years as a member of a group of Traveling People, she is used to her "familymembers" always changing. SOmetimes people join them and hey share food and drinks and sleepingquarters for a few weeks, than people leave that she had known for years. Accordingly her working-colleagues are her current "Family", so she just loves to sit with them at the end of the day, maybe drink a beer and talk about the day, before going to sleep eventually.

5 THINGS THEY’RE CURRENTLY INTO

Japanese cuisine- Basho had cooked a few times for the bodyguards in the evening after work and she usually stands beside him while he is cooking and watches him attentive. Basho is horrified by the food she usually eats and he had made it a mission to make sure she gets proper meals that conists of more than instant-food.

Nen-Exorcism - After she had been cursed Senritsu seeked out the Hunter Associations Exorcist only to be told that she could not be helped, as the Post-Mortem Nen was much too strong after centuries of dwelling on the Componists rage. Influenced by this Senritsus goal is it to develop her Hatsu further so it can lift curses, but she would need to go into training under a Nen-exorcist and put Limitations on her Hatsu. For now with her work in the Mafia she needs her Hatsu as freely useable as it is so she can swiftly adjust to any situation. If she would develop her Hatsu now with Vows and Limitations, she would put herself in a lot of danger.

Curses- The Sonata of Darkness is not the only musical-based curse Senritsu had encountered in her life as a Music-Hunter. Considering how easy Music is connected to emotions, there are a lot of curses that spring into life through Music: Instruments made of the wood of old gallows and soaked up in the excuted negative emotions, songs written from rage that cause this emotions in the listeners and cause violent frenzies, Postm-mortem-Nen bound to instruments by orgotten artists that do not want other artist to archive what they didn´t.... Senritsu had the misfortune to stumble over a curse that was strong enough to shatter her body, but it was not the first time she had encountered a curse in her line of work. SHe wants to find out as much aboutt hem as possible.

Her younger sisters Rock-band + her oldest sisters next concerts Theme- Either her two younger-sisters (the twins) next rock-concert or her oldest sisters harph-concert, Senritsu does her best to keep track of where her sisters are and where they are having concerts. She does not always manages to get in time to the palce to be there, but she alwas watches them online and she is looking forward to every single one of those concerts. She is definitive their biggest fan.

The Dances and Songs Kurapika grew up with- Based on RPs with @skarletchains , Senritsu is very curious about Kurapikas Background. For one simply because she wants to learn more about her friend; he is relaxed and calm when he can share with her these details that he had not talked about with anyone for years; and she enjoys and feels honoured that he trusts her this much; but also because researching dances and songs of different groups is part of her Hunter-Work and she is mesmerized and very happy to hear him talk.

5 THINGS THINGS ON THEIR TO-DO LIST

Destroying the Sonata of Darkness- selfexplanatory. It is Senritsus goal to destroy the Sonata. Whatever she is doing or whereever she is working at, eventually it is all because she works to find the different sheets and burn them.

Getting her oldest Sister Kotone into safety- Kotone is six years older than Senritsu and the first child of their parents. When she was eighteen, Kotone left the Traveling People to join a traveling orchestra. An action that catapulted her carrier as a Musician into the metaphorical orbit as only two years later she turned out to be a lot of more wanted as a solo-musician playing the harph. That was also when she met the member of the Mafia who would become her Benefactor. This was her misfortune-With all her supportsystem left behind with the Traveling People that "Benefactor" took her douments from her to keep her from leaving and took control of her musical carrier and concert-organisation. Kotone is very much a prisoner. She is part of the mans human-zoo and she only leaves on tours organised by him. Senritsu stumbled over Kotone when she first started to work for the Mafia in the first year after she was cursed. Kotone did not recognized her and did not accepted the offer for help from "a stranger". Senritsu, who still needed the Mafia-members connections to continue her search for the Sonata left Kotone behind. The decision still haunts her. She wants to return and help Kotone escape, but for now has not found a place where Kotone would be safe and completly out of the mans reach.

Visiting Lukso with Kurapika+ Supporting him in finding the remainding Scarlet Eyes- After the Nostrade Family lost their fortune and he Ten Dons were murdered, Senritsu actually had no reason to stay with the Mafia. The influence and money sh seeked the Family out for to use to get informations on the Sonata was gone. SHe stil stayed with the Mafia, because she wanted to support Kurapika in his goals. She wants to find the Scarlet Eyes and than accompany her friend to Lukso so he could burry them.

Going into further Nen-Training+ Studying Nen-exorcism - After the Sonata is destroyed and after she ould help Kurapika find all the Scarlet Eyes she wants to rebuild her Hatsu in a Exorcist-ability to help people who had been put in the same situation as she was as her Hatsu is after all already a Healing-ability. Considering of self-destructive Nen-exorcism can be for the exorcist, it might not be the best idea for someone whos body is already so changed and mangled. but Senritsu had never been especially good at caring for her physical health.

Having the round-the-world- trip with Basho- Senritsu and Basho met in the Nostrade-familys mansion, had a talk and just promptly clicked in humor and life-philosophy. They were friendly with another before Yorkshin and turned into best friends after they survived Yorkshin. When they were at Yorkshin, Basho had told Senritsu that he wants to go on a world-tour as soon as he finishs the job as Life needs to be enjoyed. Senritsu agreed. Later on their trip back to the Nostrade mansion, Basho asked her if she would like to join him on the trip and Senritsu ladly agreed. With the death of the Ten Dons and Kurapika taking over the Nostrade-family and both of them wanting to support Kurapika, they are however far from "finishing the job", yet its still Senritsus goal to accompany her friend on the trip.

BONUS: Rebuilding the ancient Guzheng- Before she was cursed, Senritsu had worked on to get her first Star by rebuilding an ancient instrument. When she had traveled to the Aizen continent and learned to play Guzheng, her teacher told her about variations of the instrument that were written in very old texts. She also told Senritsu about the different variations of the instrument in different communities and how the build had changed in those communities depending ont he songs played on it and the time that had passed. Senritsu started to project to collect the different ancient texts and the different variants of that instrument, search for the ancient wood it was build from, so she could rebuild the original instrument the variations had grown out of in the last centuries. Her goal was to reverse- engineer the old instrument and bring the songs played on it back into the world. The project is for now delayed, but its still Senritsus dream to build that ancient instrument, play it, let people listen to it, and earn her first star.

[yakool-foolio]

Why do you like Yakou so much? (Not saying I judge your opinion)

Before the game released, I already hopelessly attached myself to Yakou. His design instantly caught my attention when the illustrations were released. I couldn't stop myself from holding a grudge with the marketing as Yakou was omitted from a lot of the trailers due to his smoking. I planned to cosplay him out of spite and dedication, and that plan is coming into fruition as we speak (but that's a story for another time).

I've always found myself attached to parental figure characters, those who instinctively guide and protect while freely showing a soft side. Harry Mason from Silent Hill and Ethan Winters from Resident Evil 7 & 8 are two examples that immediately come to mind. They're both fathers who go through hell and back to save their kids, inevitably sacrificing themselves for their protection. Their legacies live on in the ones they looked after, remembrance of their mentorship providing a boost of strength. If this rings some bells, it echoes a lot of my past discussion of Yakou's character and his dynamic with Yuma. Harry and Cheryl/Heather Mason; Ethan and Rose Winters; Yakou Furio and Yuma Kokohead. Just some father figures with their supernatural kids heh.

It also comes down to Yakou being Just Some Guy™, another character archetype I enjoy. Among all these super-powered detectives, Yakou gets by with his street smarts and his training at the WDO. With hard work and a deep passion for his career, he passed the exam and became chief of his own agency. Despite having no special ability, he still made it farther than many other detectives could. Also he's incredibly funny when his dialogue is meant to be comedic! Desuhiko's DLC was an absolute joy because the interactions between Yakou and Desuhiko made me laugh more than I ever thought it would. The DLC would've lost a lot of its charm without it.

I know I've rambled about this to no ends so I'll keep this part short, but Yakou's storyline interweaving with Yomi's is my favorite plot point in all of Rain Code. The way these two's actions mirror each other's as they fight for revenge enraptured me while I played. Analyzing their dynamic satisfied my cracked-up writer brain to no end. I spent much less time worrying about the homunculi project than I did writing paragraphs exclaiming my awe at how Hitman Zilch fit right in to mirror Fink! Before I go off the rails, I'll settle down here. I hope this served as a decently thorough explanation of a fair amount of my points for liking Yakou. Ramble over!