#going to bed soon my dude dw

[shakesey-p]

I am holding you by the lapels. Sleep now, little buddy, throw your cares away. Nappy with a happy face, tomorrows a latter day. GO SLEEP NOW!

Ha- I may. Nicky does look rather cozy... I'll go to sleep soon, little man, ta.

[isackwhy]

princess treatment with isaac ? ( and a bit of nsfw pretty please )

oh god i fear i might go overboard w this it’s brain rot i need help

isaacwhy x princess treatment! reader hc’s

sfw

he holds doors for u

he ties ur shoes

like this man will drop everything for u

one time this dude who has a crush on me drop everything to tie my shoes while i was drunk.

isaac would do the same

“can u tie my shoe—“

“yes.”

u feel bad but u know if u ask him to do something for u he’s gonna do it

no questions asked

if ur tired and don’t wanna get up.

he’s carrying u

“no no baby it’s fine i’ll just stay here,” you whine from the couch

isaac stands over u, hands on his hips, “i want u to sit in my room while i edit though,” and then ur scooped up and placed onto his bed

tucked in as well

i say this in every hc for isaac but he buys u sm shit i just feel it

“oooo this is cute,” you point at a shirt in the store

“u want it?” he asks

u look at him, biting your lip, “it’s expensive.”

“shut up,” he says, grabbing the shirt despite ur protests the whole time

so many pet names

babe. baby. hun. honey. sweetheart. princess….

nsfw

okay. lord. okay. um.

he like melts at the slightest touch bro

he’s putty in your hands as soon as you start making out

he’s kissing your inner thighs, inching closer and closer as he whispers sweet things

“you’re so pretty. so good to me.”

could eat u out for hours bro

loves watching your face twist into pleasure knowing it was bc of him

gentle w u at first and then once ur good….he’s going in

but still making sure you’re okay as he’s drilling ur shit dw

“you feel so good, princess. you okay? you alright?” he moves hair from your face as u pant and just nod

aftercare?;!!;!;!;

lord

he’s got a gatorade or gamersupps :3 prepared for u afterwards

he’s kissing ur body all over telling u how good u did

carries u to the bathroom and helps u clean up

[sanguineterrain]

if you give a spider a pastry... | miguel o'hara

Summary: Mango turnovers and a bloody Spider-Man. Basically, a regular night in New York. 

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x baker!gn!reader 

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings/tags: injured Miguel (he's okay dw), brief arguing. mostly fluff and sass. first meeting.

A/N: hi y'all! I watched ATSV yesterday and the Miguel brainrot has advanced <3 this is my first time including Spanish in a fic. Since Miguel is Mexican, I did research and tried to incorporate Mexican slang. It's not the responsibility of any reader to correct me—however, I appreciate corrections of the Spanish, if offered. :) 

A/N 2: also, the timeline/universe details are vague in this one, but I pictured that the reader is not in Earth-2099. 

If you enjoy this fic, please let me know through comments and reblogs ♡

the divider

Something is trying to crawl into your dumpster. 

You've armed yourself accordingly (got a dust broom out of the closet) and after fifteen minutes of agonizing over whether you should go outside or go to bed, you have decided you are going to deal with the pesky raccoon once and for all. Or cat. Or opossum. Whatever. You just hope it doesn't have rabies. 

Slowly, you edge open the back door of the kitchen to the bakery. You tap the outside railing a couple of times with your broom. Clink clink. There's no sound in response, so you step out a little further, hitting the broom bristles against the stairs. 

"Ba-boom, ba-boom!" you shout into the alley. You'd read you're supposed to make noise to scare off raccoons. Or was it bears? 

No, that doesn't make sense. When's the last time you saw a damn bear in New York? 

You wait, heart rate climbing. There's no more noise, so you open the door all the way and quickly shut it behind you, gripping the broom with both hands. You jump out into the open. 

The dumpster is covered, which is wildly embarrassing for you. However, right next to the dumpster is a giant dude in what you assume is a Spider-Man costume, though it's not like the one you've seen. 

His stomach is covered in blood.

"Holy fuck," you say, dropping the broom. "Shit. Fuck! Oh my—uh, s-stay right there, don't move."

"Sound advice," he says dryly, startling you. "I was going to do a little dance for you."

Okay. Blood loss has different effects on people. You can't take it personally; this dude has half his guts in the alley. 

You grit your teeth and pull out your phone, shakily typing in your passcode. As soon as you do, a glowing orange rope—web?—shoots out and yanks your phone right out of your hand. 

"No," he grits out. "Todo bien."

"Everything is not fine. What is wrong with you, dude? You're bleeding out!"

"I'm not bleeding out, dude; most of the blood isn't mine."

"Yeah, that's definitely not true," you say. "Look, I don't know what would possess a person to come out here ten o'clock at night and do… whatever this is, but I'm not letting someone die next to my dumpster. Give me my phone!"

"No," he says, hissing in pain as he shifts his weight. "You're overreacting and hysterical."

"Hysterical?" 

You can't see his face but you know he's rolling his eyes. 

"Can you relax?" he asks. "Chale, I'm not itching to bleed out next to your dumpster. I'll be on my way as soon as my body repairs itself enough for me to move."

"You're literally insane, man. Absolutely bonkers. You've lost your Silly String."

"Silly String…" he echoes.

You strut up to him and try to snatch your phone. He dodges you a couple of times, then swats at you like a cat. 

"Enough," he snaps. "Don't make me web you."

"Web me? Okay, you know what? Screw you, man. I'm not gonna call anybody. Bleed out for all I care. Keep the goddamn phone, I'll get a new one. Christ."

You pick up your broom and stomp up the stairs, yanking open the back door and slamming it behind you. Fucking New Yorkers. First rule of living here: mind your business! You try to be a good Samaritan and get verbally accosted by Spider-Man on steroids. Typical. 

You fume for about two full minutes, glaring angrily at your shelf of baking trays. Then you hear the bane of your existence groan in pain outside. All the anger leaves you. 

You can't just ignore him. Accelerated healing or not, he's vulnerable. What if someone tries to attack him? 

This is probably the worst idea you've ever had. You walk to the fridge anyway and pull out two mango turnovers. You nuke them in the microwave, which physically pains you to do, but you're in a time crunch, so. 

You open the door gently this time and step outside. 

"Spider-Man?" you ask quietly. 

You hear him sigh. 

"¿Qué quieres?"

You go down the stairs and walk so you're in view again. He hasn't moved from his position. Your phone rests on his uninjured thigh. 

"Sorry for yelling at you," you say. 

He stiffens, then looks away. 

"You don't need to apologize. I… Soy un cabrón."

"Yeah," you say, walking over and sitting across from him. "Little bit." 

He sniffs the air, his suit's eyes narrowing at you. You set the paper plate with the pastry on his thigh and take your phone back. 

"What's this?" 

"It's a mango turnover," you say. "I've been experimenting this week."

"Why is it on my leg?"

"What, did you think I was gonna feed you?"

"Take it," he orders. "I don't want it."

"Are you allergic? I have other flavors."

"The flavor is not the problem."

You bite into your own pastry. You puff out air, trying to cool it down. 

"Ih hah," you tell him through a mouthful. 

"Oh, really?" he deadpans. 

You swallow. "I'm trying to extend an olive branch here, Spider-Man. I think we got off on the wrong foot."

"Why did you come back out?" he asks exasperatedly. 

"I didn't want you to be alone," you say. "What if someone tries to pull off your mask and ruin your secret identity? That's, like, totally devastating in the superhero world, right?"

"And what exactly would you do if they did? Throw a pastry at them? Whack them with your broom?"

"I'm wily," you say, biting into your pastry. "You should eat it before it gets cold."

"No."

"They came out pretty good, if I do say so. Priya—she's my other baker—had her doubts, and I did too, honestly. But this seems like a success."

He remains stoic, likely glaring at you. You finish your pastry and flick the crumbs off your mouth. 

"You'd be doing me a favor, taste testing," you add. "Gotta make sure it suits other people's palettes." 

"I already did you a favor by getting rid of the people who did this," he says, gesturing to the blood. 

Your mouth pinches unhappily. 

"I wish you'd let me take you to the hospital."

"It's unnecessary. I'll be fine soon."

"You're nuts, Opossum-Man."

"Opossum-Man?" he asks, sounding comically offended. "I'm clearly a spider."

"I think that's subjective," you say. "But I'm only calling you that because I thought there was an opossum in my dumpster. Turns out it was you." 

"That's ridiculous," he says. "Wait, what do you mean it's subjective? I'm obviously Spider-Man." 

"Well, what are the pointy things under your eyes?" you ask. "Those throw me off. They look like fangs. I thought you were supposed to be a spider. Those are, like, bat features." 

"Spiders do have fangs," he says with a huff. "How do you think they incapacitate their prey?"

"I think you're giving the New York public school system way too much credit here, dude. I didn't learn all that. We had a unit about bees. How come there's no Bee-Man?" 

He scoffs. "What would that even entail? A guy who flies around pollinating the city?" 

You giggle. 

"You're kinda funny, Spider-Fangs."

"I do stand-up in my spare time. Speaking of…"

He pushes himself to stand with a quiet grunt. You stand with him, arm outstretched in case he needs help. Not that he'd take your help. But still. 

He's a big guy. You'd figured as much by his giant shoulders, but standing in front of him really puts it into perspective. You have to crane your head to see his face. 

He hands you the plate. You pull the saddest pout you can muster.

"You're not even gonna taste it?" you ask. 

"No."

"Okay," you mumble, defeatedly taking the plate.

He looks at you for a long moment, then tilts his head forward, pinching the bridge of his nose.  

"Mierda—okay, fine. One bite."

You bounce on your toes as he takes the turnover and lifts his mask up to his nose. You're transfixed by his exposed skin, the dark freckle on his jaw, his full bottom lip. Wow. 

He barely opens his mouth, biting the corner. He chews, swallows, and pulls down his mask. You miss the view immediately. 

"It's good," he says. 

"Holy crap, was that a compliment? Did Spider-Man call my pastry good?"

"I take it back." 

"You can't," you inform him cheerily. "I'm going to put it on my advertisements. Opossum-Man approved! Sales will skyrocket."

He walks away, limping only slightly. Well, you suppose that's better than how he was half an hour ago. 

"Good night!" you call after him. 

He pauses, then turns. 

"How are you getting home?" he asks. 

"Oh, I live right above," you say, pointing behind you. "No worries."

He nods. 

"Órale. Don't visit uptown for a while."

You salute. "You got it, Opossum." 

He flings a web string and then he's gone. It's only then that you look at the plate and realize he took the pastry with him. You can't help your little grin.

[iloveslllycatss]

## — “𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐃 𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊.”

𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 ! 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 , 𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘣𝘺 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 (𝘴𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦)

𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴 ! 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘥𝘴. 𝘍𝘖𝘙 𝘏𝘈𝘠𝘈𝘛𝘐 𝘕𝘈𝘋𝘌𝘌𝘕 @rinniezz

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 ! 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭, 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘥𝘴

miguel diaz ! 

★ — this mf already knew EVERYTHING about periods

★ — his mom and yaya taught him about it since he was young

★ — so when u got ur period? easy.

★ — if you have cramps (obvi everyone had cramps… right?) hes already right there for you, cuddling u

★ — if he can’t cuddle you (like if ur out in public) he’d always have ibuprofen or like tylenol for you

★ — makes sure your always hydrated

★ — this dude is like a personal ass heater, u don’t need a heating pad when he’s with u.

★ — he still gets u one tho

★ — wouldn’t make a big deal about it if you bleed on the sheets

★ — if you ever bled through your pants in public he’d let you tie his jacket or flannel or whatever around your waist to hide it

★ — he understands you have mood swings and just does his best to not provoke you or anything

★ — hes the type of boyfriend that as soon as he finds out you’re on your period he suddenly teleported to the mini mart and comes back with all your favorite snacks and pads/tampons

★ — hes just so perfect bro (i want him.)

★ — would definitely give u a hoodie or jacket of his to let you wear since he knows you love them

★ — if your at his house and need a pad/tampon he’s suddenly left to grab u one from the closet

★ — sorry not sorry but his mom probably only has pads so if ur a tampon girl then idk what to tell you

★ — he’d just buy u some dw

★ — def has asked his mom or yaya for recipes of your favorite mexican dishes so he could make them for you.

★ — he failed miserably… but atleast he tried 😞 

★ — he knows your cycle so he’s already prepared for it every time

★ — hes just so perfect. 

★ — i love miguel

★ — best boy

robby keene !

★ — i’m sorry but man didn’t know what to do when u got ur period

★ — he TRIED tho

★ — when u get cramps he probably wouldn’t cuddle you unless u ask.. 

★ — he would get u ibuprofen or tylenol tho

★ — hes prob one of those bfs that you’d have to explain what a period is to..

★ — BUT HES A QUICK LEARNER SO after the first 2 time you explained it he got it right away

★ — if you’d ever ask him to buy u pads or tampons he’d go, no shame

★ — hed bring back a bag of ur favorite snacks and candy and pads

★ — would spoon u to bed 

★ — would do everything for you

★ —  water? he got u one. hungry? doordashing food rn. cramps? cuddles.

★ — would understand your mood swings but sometimes it’d get on his nerves…

★ — like one time you snapped at him and instead of him trying to calm u down he snapped back..

★ — he said sorry first, and gave u 934829384838 kisses after

★ — would try to motivate u to be productive if your unmotivated 

★ — hed prob say something like “if you get up we’ll go on a date this weekend.”

★ — the first time u bled on the sheets he was a little disgusted 

★ — but after a while he realized it was normal and you can’t control it

★ — wasn’t disgusted after that, but he still didn’t clean it off, he let u do that 😭 (since u have to hand wash the sheets so blood comes off)

★ — gives u massages to untense ur muscles 

★ — hes so cute bro

★ — 10/10 boyfriend

small hc i have for hawk !

★ — asks you what size pussy u have when he goes to buy u pads.

@/ilovesillycats

plz don’t copy my work 😞

[b4rbi3l4nd]

SOS — last night i cried

TYSM FOR ALL THE SUPPORT ON THE PAST 2 CHAPTERS. This chapter is a bit shorter because it is a follow up to the last chapter but dw y'all, expect a new chapter to be out by Thursday. It's currently Tuesday where I'm at LMAO. Please keep supporting 'SOS', I'm lowkey having fun writing this and dw y'all, the smut is coming soon, you just gotta wait 😭Also btw, I DELETED the other part so yeah y'all LMAO, I combined it together. Also, thank ALL of you for the support on "SOS", I LOVE YOU ALLL

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐋

GIF by mandalor-din

series summary: you broke up with shuri a few years ago and left wakanda for good until namor. now that he's killed the queen and multiple wakandan civilians, he's seen as a great threat and as former second in command at shuri's lab and wakanda's loyal warrior it is your duty to return and fight for your country. but a certain somebody makes the mission way too hard to deal with.

episode summary: shuri is starting to feel like you're seducing her and you decide to play into her game. might as well make it fun while you're here right? wrong. shuri has finally lost her cool with you and demands you out of wakanda but as you discover a shocking truth about her "beloved" girlfriend, things take a turn for the worst

genre: ANGST, slow, slow, slow burn

pairing: shuri x black fem reader

episode warnings: mature dialogue, cursing, this is a series. you are currently looking at the second/third chapter of the series, please go to my profile to read the previous chapters before continuing (if you haven't read the other chapters yet, if so, please continue)

taglist: @yvxmpire, @sweetalittleselfish-honey, @xxmilli, @queenofsimpsblog, @ziayamikaelson, @shuriislut, @atssukoo, @widowmakker, @cuddl3s4shur1

proofread?: no but if there are errors then it's grammarly's fault.

word count: girl idfk

inspirations: 'SOS' — SZA

song: 'SOS' — SZA

send your thoughts and requests

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You blinked twice before waking up abruptly and looking around. You were still in Wakanda. You sighed, touching your head before looking on your bed, you bonnet laying peacefully.

"Of course, no matter how tight I make you, you still love to wrestle off my head." You mutter to yourself as you yawn and check your phone to look at the time. 12 PM.

Squinting your eyes, you feel like you're forgetting something but brush it off. You get out of bed and stretch before looking in the mirror. You were wearing a black shirt that went just right below your tummy. Underneath was your white lingerie set, complete with the knee-high laced socks with ribbons. You fixed your bonnet back on your head before walking over to your mini kitchen.

You fixed yourself a cup of coffee before leaning over the counter, looking through your phone, and taking small sips.

How peaceful.

"WHAT THE HELL?!" A voice came from behind you as your door swung open, almost breaking down.

"EYYYY..." you voice out starting to yell before you look and see who it was, Shuri.

"What the hell dude?! It's 12 in the morning." You start, motioning at the door.

"12 in the morning, 12 in the fucking morning, in the AFTERNOON you mean. I TOLD YOU I NEEDED YOU AT 10, SHARP!" She shouted, abruptly, causing you to drop your cup of coffee.

"That's what I was forgetting.." You sigh, putting your hands on your hips, looking away and then back at Shuri who seemed to have quieted down now. She slowly walked into the room, closing the door behind her quietly, her eyes fixated on everywhere but your face.

She looked you up and down, mostly focusing on your hips and the way your hands rolled over your curves. You crossed your arms, raising an eyebrow.

"Hello?" You say, breaking her out of her trance.

She looked back at you, the anger still on her face. She pointed a finger at you, making you put your hands up.

"I invite you to my country and you just...you just.." Her voice trailed off as she noticed more of the lingerie under your shirt showing when you raised up your arms.

"Just..get dressed and meet me in the lab or you're fired!" She says, turning around. She paused, taking a deep breath before walking out of the room, and slamming the door behind her.

"What's got her panties in a twist..?" You look down at the mess at your feet and carefully pick up the glass, throwing it away.

After finally cleaning up, you got cleaned and dressed. You but on a white bodycon dress that revealed some cleavage...I mean...a lot. Like Ramonda-type cleavage that Namor was highkey eyeing down. You fixed your hair, putting it in a slick back ponytail at the back, your long curls sitting pretty behind you as you brought out 2 strands at the side and fixed your edges.

Putting on matching pumps, you grabbed your phone and left your apartment in the palace to the lab. As soon as you entered, the voice spoke again, causing you to slightly jump, placing a hand on your chest.

"My queen, an unknown woman has entered the lab."

"I heard, Griot." Shuri said, not even looking over to your way, talking to another woman.

You pulled down your dress before walking up the stairs to see a younger woman there. Her hair was in cornrow braids and she looked around 19-20?

"DAMN." She said as soon as you appeared into view. The American accent catches your ears. Ugh, Americans.

"I'm sorry, it's just wow. I haven't seen a good-looking girl around here yet."

"That's an inappropriate work outfit." Shuri said, looking at you in eyes with nothing but hatred.

"Thank you," you said with a smile, ignoring Shuri before you raised your eyebrow at her. "Who are you?"

"Oh I'm Riri." She said, putting a hand out as you shook her head.

"I see, you're the one who took up my old office."

"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't know. They were using it as a closet space before me, my bad."

Your grip on her hand unconsciously tightened as your smile became less genuine and more so agitated. As a small 'ow' left her mouth, you quickly left go of her hand and tilted your head. "It's alright, don't worry. I won't be here long anyway."

"Why? Aren't you Wakandan?"

You didn't say anything and just turned to Shuri who surprisingly had not added any snarky remarks. She just looked away from you, going back to her work.

You turned back to Riri. "You wouldn't mind showing me what you guys are working on would you?"

"Of course not! Come on,"

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Your heels sounded through the hallway as you walked towards the throne room. Your hair was in a tight afro puff on your head, your reading glasses lowered slightly on my face, it normally happened when you were working. Stacks of papers with calculations and blueprints occupied my hands as well.

You paused when you heard quiet mumbling and slowly shuffled over to the door. Nosy. As you peeked through the door, you saw Shuri and Riri talking.

“I don’t even know why, I shouldn’t even be feeling this way.” Shuri sighed, defeated

“It takes more than 4 years and a side bitch to move on from someone you shared all those special connections to yknow?” You heard Riri say.

Are they talking about me? You leaned in closer and put your ear to the door to listen in closely.

“Malia is not a side piece Riri, don't call her that, she might become my queen one day" Shuri warned as you rolled my eyes.

"Yea...okay." Riri said sounding unamused.

"So if you love Lia so much? Why are you having thoughts about ripping the clothes off your ex and fucking her in front of the window?" Riri voiced out causing your eyes to widen as you practically choked on oxygen.

"Eyyy....not so loud, someone might hear you."

Too late, you already did.

"And no, you're twisting my words. I never said I wanted to indulge in any sexual activities with her. I just said-"

"You literally ripped me from my work to tell me you're 100% sure she's trying to seduce, be for real 'your honor'" Riri folded her arms as I raised my eyebrow.

"I didn't say that either. I'm just saying that she never dressed like that before when we used to date. I mean, ever since she got here, all she's worn is bodycon dresses that leave little to no imagination to what her breasts look like...and the lingerie." Shuri added, sounding embarrassed that she was discussing this. "Like who is she trying to impress? The elders?"

Tell that to your girlfriend.

"Maybe she just gained confidence after breaking up with you." Riri suggested, putting her hands on her hips. "Look, if you want her so much then have her, if you don't then...don't. You're the queen of Wakanda, don't disturb my life with your girl problems please."

"I don't have..." Shuri paused almost as if she realized something and then I watched as her fists balled up and anger fixed on the face that was once embarrassed. "I don't even know why I'm stressing over her. She left me, she's an asshole."

You stopped listening after that, your eyebrows furrowing at that. Yeah, yeah go ahead and tell everyone I'm an asshole when all I wanted was my girlfriend to look at me as more than an annoying piece of distraction. Gosh.

You looked down at your papers, she had to sign some of them. If she's so convinced you're trying to seduce her, then might as well right? She doesn't know who she's messing with.

You took the pen from your ear and hung it on your dress with the back. Right next to your cleavage. Hmph. I'll make this harder for her than she thinks.

You take a few quiet steps back before walking towards the door, opening the door to the throne room. The noise caused the two women to look up.

"Wow, you have amazing timing." Riri said as she looked between you and Shuri slightly.

She looked at you with pure hatred in her eyes, almost as if the whole conversation you just listened to didn't happen. You sigh and look at her sternly.

"Miss Udaku, I brought my calculations and blueprints of the dehydration machine like you asked." You say, handing the papers to her. "All you have to do is sign here to approve.."

She barely skimmed through the papers before shaking her head and looking away and saying no. "This won't work, do it again."

"I've done these calculations like 15 times because you weren't satisfied, this isn't basic math you know that right?" Your eyes widened slightly.

You didn't eat breakfast for this. You missed lunch for this. While you've been in the lab slaving away, Malia had no problem posting the picnic date Shuri took her on, as well as all the food they got on the way. Ugh seeing her smug smile on your phone screen made you lose my appetite.

"Holy shit, this is like 40 pages of calculations," Riri said, looking through the stapled papers you had presented. "And the blueprint. I think this looks goo-"

"You think." Shuri cut her off. "You don't know. I am queen and I know how to properly defend my country.

"No one said you didn't." You cut her off.

"I've been handling Wakandan tech for all my life." She started again as you rolled my eyes.

"So have I. I know what I'm talking about." You say again, looking her dead in the eye.

Shuri took a deep breath like she was about to smack you before looking around. "Pen." She said signaling to both you and Riri to see if you both had pens.

You ran your hands along the side of your dress before looking away. If she wants the pen, she's gonna have to get it herself.

It took a few moments but then you felt the movement of a hand above your cleavage area. She was reaching for the pen. You breathed in, causing my chest to rise. Her hand did more than graze over your cleavage at that point, it almost grabbed a fist full of it.

She immediately realized and darted her hand away, grabbing the pen while doing so.

You turned around to see her looking down at the papers more flustered than ever. You scoffed under my breath.

"Fine, here. Approved, now leave." She said, not even looking up at me. You took the papers but then paused.

"You can keep the pen, I have plenty more."

You turn around on my heel before exiting the throne room just in time to hear Riri go

"What the hell was that?!"

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"HA!" you sighed as you got the last hit on one of the Dora Milage warriors before sighing.

"She still has the moves." Okoye teased as all the warriors, including the one you just beat in the sparring, praised and clapped for you.

You steadied your breathing before smiling and moving your hair to the side. You had changed out of your work outfit and you were in a white cropped tank top with black basketball shorts and sneakers.

You twisted the spear in your hand before placing it in the ground, causing another wave of applause.

"Thank you, thank you" You joked, laughing. But your face soon dropped as soon as you hear a voice behind you.

"Why is she here?"

You rolled your eyes to the back of your head so hard that it hurt. Of course, she trained with the Dora Milage. You sighed and picked up your spear turning around as Okoye talked on your behalf.

"I know you guys don't like each other but please, this is a training area so please just keep the pettiness out of the room?"

You fix the low ponytail at the back of your head, smoothening out your hair with your hand. You eyed her up and down, taking in her uniform. She was dressed similarly to you in a crop top and shorts but her tattoos really highlighted her body in the best way possible. You can tell she was training by herself for a bit because her hair was a bit wet. From her toned abs to her posture, everything about her was just so...attractive.

"Again, why is she here?" She asked again, not even bothering to look at you.

Way to turn somebody off.

You look away as your mother stepped up.

"My queen, Y/N is just training with us for now. She has always been in the front lines of Wakanda and with this war with Namor-"

"She will not be fighting in the front lines and that's final." Shuri says almost too quickly making every surprised.

"By my queen."

"No."

At first, you looked away, hiding a smile. It reminded of you of when she would always hold you and beg you not to go into battle because she was always afraid of you hurting yourself. She used to be so sweet, especially towards you. Memories of you guys working on lab tech and laughing away together filled your mind but before you could get lost in it, the argument quickly pulled you away from your thoughts.

"The only reason she was brought back here was to help with the calculations. I don't need any more useless bodies dropping out there."

"Wow." was all you could voice. What she said was hurtful and you're not going to lie. Even when you guys were breaking up, you never degraded her. No wait, that's a lie.

Your face expression tightened as your mother looked at Shuri full of rage like she was about to kill the only remaining queen of Wakanda. She does not play about you, which is why both you and Okoye had to put a hand on her shoulder to move her away from Shuri.

Shuri looked at you with hatred in her eyes, like you were the one that killed her family.

"You know what, you don't even belong here."

"What's got you so mad?" You ask, offended. She wasn't so angry when you say her about 2 hours ago. Was it a thing with Malia?

"You've overstayed your welcome. Now leave."

"Wakanda? My home?" You asked out of disbelief, there's no way. You haven't even been back over to visit your tribe yet or the marketplace.

"No. The country you left years ago. The country that you abandoned." She said coldly turning away. "I don't like repeating myself. Leave."

"No! You have no right to kick me out of my rightful home, are you crazy?! I'M ALLOWED TO BE HERE!"

"Shuri, maybe we should all calm down before making hash decisions..." Okoye said, stepping in for you.

"I AM YOUR QUEEN!" Shuri turned around angrily, suddenly raising her voice at everyone. "WHAT MATTERS IS WHAT I WANT AND WHAT I WANT IS HER GONE, NOW. LEAVE!" She said, yelling at you, towering over you again.

You sniffed as tears in your eyes began to fall, her expression never changing. "Fuck you, real shit." You push her away and angrily walk out of the training area.

As you walked through the palace hallways, you began to sob uncontrollably. The last time you left, you weren't the one sobbing like this. You almost dropped to your knees, You had to hold onto the doors. You hadn't been back here for 4 years, all the nostalgia hitting...you at least wanted to visit your dad..and T'Challa.

You missed their funerals because you were too hardheaded to come back over here. "I didn't even get to bury them...and now I can't even say goodbye." You choke out, wiping your tears which were soon replaced with tears of rage.

Your eyes turned red as every bone in your body felt like they were on fire. You were taking deep breaths as that moment replayed in your head. You just wanted to throw her across the room and rip out every fucking bone in her body.

"Hey, are you okay?" A voice from behind you said.

You quickly recognized her as Malia.

"Go away, I don't want to talk to you." You roll my eyes, dismissing her.

She kept pestering you though. "You're going to have to start referring to me as your princess...queen. You know that right?" It's almost as a small chuckle left her mouth.

This bitch.

"But seriously though. Are you okay?"

"I SAID GO AWAY." You turned around rapidly, moving your hand in a swift motion. Immediately, she went flying across the wall, hitting her back on a pillar hard and sliding down, leaving a trail of blood behind her.

Fuck, it happened again.

"SHITTTTT" You heard another voice speak out as your head turned around swiftly.

It was Riri, she had her hand on her mouth as she held a phone in her free hand, the camera facing you. She just caught you on fucking video.

"Delete that footage!" You said, starting to walk towards her when your foot hit an object. You looked down, noticing it was Malia's phone.

You noticed she was texting someone under the contact name "Daddy 💞." You were about to ignore it until you saw Shuri's name in their conversation.

You squinted your eyes, picking up the phone as you looked at the picture for the contact.

"No fucking way."

You scroll through the messages as fast as you can, seeing a bunch of pictures of her and her father who you're CERTAIN you've seen from somewhere before.

Namor.

"Ain't no fucking way, this has to be a joke, a set up."

But it's true, pictures of her when she was little, pictures of them underwater together. They were definitely not taken on a phone but it was definitely them.

"God this idiot was seriously going to marry the daughter of her enemy.."

"MALIA!" Shuri shouted as you turned around to be met with her squatting, eyes wide open at her girlfriend's unconscious body. A bunch of Dora Milage warriors looking at it and then everyone turned to you.

"I DIDN'T TOUCH HER, I SWEAR!"

Which was technically true. You didn't but she did.

"Arrest her."

The warriors were hesitant at first until Shuri screamed on the top of her lungs.

"ARREST HER!"

Your mother and Okoye looked at you with tears in their eyes as they approached you.

"Mom.."

As they tried to capture you, you slipped away from their grip, shaking your head.

You darted down the hallway as a chase ensued. You heard Okoye calling for more warriors through her kimoyo beads.

They were on your tail. You quickly turned around a hallway to see more warriors waiting for you. You turned around when the original warriors had you cornered.

You looked to your left, darting down through a hallway and then up multiple flight of stairs, Malia's phone tucked into your pocket tightly.

You made it over to the hallway where the apartments were and rushed into yours. Taking deep breaths, you turned around as a small group of warriors cornered you. You start taking steps backwards, them taking steps forward.

"I didn't touch her."

They didn't seem to listen and as you kept backing away, you felt your body almost fall through the open window.

"Shit!"

"Y/N!" Your mother cried out as she took slow steps towards you.

"Baby, step away from the window please, we can talk it all out with Shuri, figure it all out."

"Y/N, you're going to hurt yourself please." Okoye pleaded with your mom.

Another Dora Milage warrior suddenly darted towards you with handcuffs, causing you to slip and fall.

"Y/N!"

You closed your eyes momentarily before you couldn't open them anymore.

I cried, I cried, and I cried.

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[sleepyycapybara]

First post and its a story about fraleo (frank x leo) this story they are both in collage and in the same dorm, umm enjoy

Warning: I only recommend reading if you are okay with some...ummm...scenes iykyk...if you don't know then i don't recommend -enjoy pookies

(Summary)

I suck at summaries so its a besties (that don't know they both love each other) to loverrrrs ❤ (ladies and gentlemen will you plea- Ahem where my swifties at?)

(Frank's pov)

I unlock the door to be surprised with Leo sitting on the couch

"Hey what are you doing here?"

"FRANK!!! Omg we are roomies!!"

I walk in setting my things on the kitchen counter while Leo runs up behind me

"Hey big guy what do you want for dinner, also I thought your classes end at 3 its 7?" (p.m)

"Oh yeah I have work after my class I work at the walmart just around the mall"

"Your so lucky, I have classes that start at 6 in the morning and work that ends at 8 p.m I got today off because I have to move my stuff in"

Leo jumps at me for a hug but his small arms only go around half my body

"Leo im so glad that you got to be my room mate, man! Wait a minute, dude I thought this was a one person dorm....with one bedroom."

"Oops I might have moved all my stuff into the bedroom...ummm ill sleep on the couch until we figure things out."

"No you can take the bed man its fine, I insist."

"You sure big guy? We can always just share the bed.." Leo says teasing

I feel my cheeks get hot and red "Umm sure..I guess." My voice cracking

Leo turns away his face red not expecting him to agree he tries to change the subject by saying, "Im going to make dinner, A or B you pick ."

"B." He says still blushing

"Okay Im going to make it a surprise."

I walk out the kitchen and start studying for a test in the living room

(Leo's pov)

"Im going to the store brb"

I go out the door when I hear frank saying "bye" and "drive safe"

*15 minutes later

I get home and I start cooking dinner with the ingredients I bought bc I lost my magic belt (pls Idk what to call it). I call for frank "Hey Frank!!! Dinners ready!!"

I slide a plate with 2 tacos on it to frank while I start eating my tacos "These are not the best tacos I've made but there pretty good."

"Umm Leo.."

"Yeah?"

"This has cheese on it...I can't eat it.." (for the ppl that don't know frank is lactose intolerant)

"Oh dw its not real cheese."

"Aww your so sweet Leo, you even remembered."

Leo blushes "yeah its no problem.."

(Frank's pov)

*I take a bite out of the taco and freeze on the spot

"Are you okay Frank?" His voice filled with concern

"Yeah, but this is the best F-ing taco I've ever had." (For all the ppl that don't like swearing im blurring it out)

"Oh im glad you like it I personally think I could have done better."

"BETTER? Oh I would like to see THAT! There's no way you can beat this"

Leo yawns "Oh please I could have done that with my eyes closed."

I yawn as well "Im going to get ready for bed soon im really tired from today."

"Same I had to move all my stuff up stairs and down stairs all day"

*we both get ready for bed after cleaning the dishes

*in the bathroom brushing teeth

(Leo's pov)

*I pop my tooth brush in my mouth while Frank walks in to also brush his teeth

Frank stops dead in his tracks watching me brush my teeth

"LEO!! that umm my tooth brush..."

I spit the tooth paste out and rip the brush out my mouth

"Oops sorry bro forgor mine was the pink one yours was purple."

Frank handpalms "That's not the point.."

"Its okay I have a brand new one in my bag its still in the box."

Leo goes to his bag in their room

(Leos thoughts )

OMG OMG OMG that was so embarrassing I just had a indirect kiss with my crus- umm bestie, who am I kidding I'm in love with him....

(Frank's thoughts)

OMG OMG OMG my crush just used my toothbrush!

(Leo's pov)

"Sorry it took so long Frank."

I hand him a new toothbrush my skin heating up

"Its okay just remember my toothbrush is orange..."

5 min later they are watching a scary movie

*jump scare*

"AHH WHAT THE F-"

Leo jumps and lands on Frank's lap, Leo hugs him while sitting on his lap

"OMG that scared the living out of me thanks for catching me big guy."

Leo still doesn't move but instead moves closer

"Umm no problem Leo.."

Frank starts to get flustered when Leo doesn't move but he doesn't bring it up

(Frank's pov)

Frank starts to hug Leo around his small waist "Just to keep you from jumping and hurting yourself." Frank knows he's being selfish and the real reason is because he just wants to be close to and hold Leo

End of movie

(Leo's pov)

"Lets go to bed now im tired."

"Yeah lets go."

Leo gets picked up without hesitation from frank and is bent over his shoulder

"What are you doing Frank! Put me down!!"

"Nuh uh."

Frank drops him on the bed

"Leo I have to tell you something important..."

"Me too...I've been holing it off forever.."

(Both at the same time) "I think that I like you!!!"

(Scene coming up if you wanna skip)

Our eyes link for a few seconds as we stair deep inside them

Leo get scooped up into Frank's lap as he wraps his big arms around his small waist

Leo kisses him only for a second and then Frank kisses back but longer

"I have been waiting to say that for as long as we have been friends. Leo will you be my boyfriend...?"

"Yes a thousand times yes."

I press a kiss to Frank's cheek and slowly move down to his neck kissing softly

Frank's grip around my waist get tighter as if he never wants to let go

I lay down and snuggle close to him as I kiss him again softly we both start to doze off....

OMG the end pls let me know if I should do a pt2!!

If u saw a mistake no u didnt..👀

I promise I will get better its only my first time!! I thought hey there is no content of my favorite ship so I will write it!! I hope you enjoyed ❤

[averagedualies]

[CHAT LOG 1. DATE: 1/28/2024]

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[Vincent joined the chat] [Vincent added Byte, Ebb, and 1 other] Vincent: Please tell me this works- Vincent: ..guys? Vincent: Agh, I knew this wasn't gonna work :[ [Ebb joined the chat] Ebb: Holy squit Ebb: Everyone get in here right now Vincent: ... Vincent: IM Vincent: DFIJIDFOSjdfojfjfdjIFDJIF HOLD ON A SEOCNDI NEED TO BREAKTH [Vincent left the chat] [Tide joined the chat] Tide: What's going on? Tide: wait a sec Tide: DUALIE!!! :-D Ebb: Where's Byte? Tide: Store, getting some food Tide: He should be back in a bit Ebb: aight Ebb: I wonder when Dualie's gonna show up again [Vincent joined the chat] Vincent: HI IM BACKSDisdjisjdijsdIO Tide: Dont forget to breath!! Ebb: Breathe* Tide: :-| Tide: Anyways Tide: DUALIE!!! Vincent: I THOUGHT I'D NEVER SEE YOU ALL AGAIN :[ Tide: Awee :[ dude we'd never stop trying to get y'all home. Tide: Seriously, Byte's been working day and night. Please tell him to go to bed when he gets here.

Vincent: youuu got it!

Vincent: Ough, sleepy but I wanna talk to you guys!! How’s everything been?? I heard there was a splatfest while I was gone! What teams did you all pick?

Tide: Homestly? We didn’t really participate in it much. It felt wrong without you :-[

Ebb: yeah, can’t go team friends without your friends.

Tide: I wanted to go team family actually. So did Byte

Ebb: well you two are the only ones that actually have families so

Tide:…I mean I was gonna spend the holidays with all of you, because you’re honestly better than my bio family.

Ebb: That’s fair. Your moms kinda an ass

Tide: yeahhh :-/ she is.

Vincent: I think Byte is the only one with a decent bio family now that I think about it

Vincent: oughh, evil headache :[

Vincent: I should probably sleep soon

Ebb: oh yeah, your meds are still here. you want us to send em?

Vincent: mmmno

Ebb: why not?

Vincent: it’s uh- it’s complicated. A lots happened in the past two months. I’ll explain it tmmrw.

Ebb: Gotcha. I’ll let Byte know you were here.

Tide: Bye Dualie!! Stay safe! :-]

[Vincent left the chat]

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So uhm, I managed to contact home!! Thank you to the people who sent me the stuff :]

I’m sharing these here as kinda an archive I guess? Or if anything interesting gets sent. I want you all to know what’s going on (dw I got permission to share these chats)

[lollily]

Toman gc with gn!reader

tw: strong language and suggestive themes ig.

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Draken: I used to be a simple man, I knew only the 7 colours of the rainbow. Then one day, she took me with her to buy lipstick.

Takemitchi: tell me about it! There's cherry red, purple (??) , glossy, etc etc.

Y/N: I am extremely pleased to see how mitchy reckons "glossy" is a colour

Baji: lmaoooo even I know better

Chifuyu: Bless Hina chan 🛐

Mikey: no wait I wanna know what Baji thinks glossy is

Baji: you think I'll make a fool out of myself huh :/

Baji: well joke's on you! Ik what it is!!

Baji: it's liquid candy girls apply on their lips so that they can snack discretely. Yk cuz they're girls.

Mitsuya: omg..... 😧

Kazutora: dude you're so off :/

Mikey: lmfaoo I was expecting something like this

Chifuyu: well atleast he spelled 'discretely' correct.

Pah: ...not to be gross but am I the only one who thinks candy you can lick off your lips is a fun idea?

Peh: I can see your point! You're a genius Pah!!

Smiley: oh~ tell me more about your unique ideas of fun pah ~ 😏

Mitsuya: NO

Y/N: YK there was this scene in this anime kissXsis!!!

Hakkai: I don't like the sound of that name 😶

Angry: is it any good? If it has a lickable lip candy (?) it's probably comedy right?

Y/N: oh it's really good~ ;))

Y/N: it's about these twin sisters who live with their step bro

Mitsuya: NOT. ANOTHER. WORD.

Y/N: 🤐

Smiley: mannn and it was just getting to the good part :/

Kazutora: I remember watching that with them. They forced me.

Y/N: ilyt<3

Kazutora: dw mitsuya I'm not saying anything. Angry and Hakkai, you two shouldn't look it up either.

Draken: we went way off topic.

Draken: Baji, "glossy" is kinda of a texture of lipstick. Like shiny.

Draken: what you just described is lipgloss and it's not edible.

Mikey: wdym it's not??? 😟

Baji: oh please it has all those strawberry and mango flavours

Draken: it's just scented and it doesn't even taste like that...

Baji: did you taste to confirm? 🤨

Draken: ....

Mikey: c'mon ken-chin ik you were curious!

Draken: ... I did.

Kazutora: SO WAS IT FROM YOUR FINGERTIPS?!?

Mikey: OR QAS IT FROM EMMA'S LIPS?!????

Mucho: it's your sister you're talking about.

Mikey: Sister who's trying to woo my bestfriend. I don't see your point 🤨

Angry: damn I almost forgot uncle was in this gc too

Mucho: I'm the same age as you guys 🙁

Y/N: aight grandpa let's get you to bed.

Draken: I applied it on my fingertips, thankyou very much.

Pah: yk you should make a move soon. I mean, yeah she loves you but it's not good making a girl wait.

Chifuyu: pah's book of love advice ✍️✍️

Takemitchi: How about gifting her something that caught her eye during your shopping trip!

Y/N: ohhh GIVE HER A LIPSTICK

Draken: Actually... I was thinking of it. But I can't really decide what would suit her.

Mikey: wow ken-chin. How incompetent. 😒

Draken: SHUT UP! it's just that... everything looks good on her..

MIKEY: OOOOOOOOHHHHH

Baji: SIMP

Mitsuya: aye Draken not bad eh 😏

Pah: GO DRAKEN! GO DRAKEN!

Kazutora: "Area man is a tsundere but also a simp."

Draken: WILL YOU GUYS HELP ME DECIDE OR NOT?!?

Sanzu: Nude would look good on Emma.

Mikey: AYO?!?

Baji: OI HARUCHIYO! I'LL LET YOU KJOW I'M AN HONORARY SANO!!

Baji: NO ONE SAYS THAT ABOUT MY LITTLE SISTER

Hakkai: That was uncalled for Sanzu-kun.

Angry: you shouldn't say something like that about someone's sister :( also she's draken-kun's soon to be girlfriend.

Takemitchi: oh no! It's finally happening! Armageddon!!! 😭😭🙏

Y/N: guys.... I think he's talking about nude lipstick. It refers to natural colours.

Sanzu: thankyou, the only sane person here.

Y/N: Anytime bby ❤️ ;))

Sanzu: I take that back

Sanzu: Don't talk to me. You're creepy.

Y/N: D:

Y/N: Toraaaaa he's bullying me!!!

Kazutora: good. You deserve it.

Y/N: 😭😭😭😭

Y/N: friendship ended with Tora, Sanzu is my new bestfriend now

Hakkai: didn't you say he was bullying you????

Y/N: yeah but enemies to lovers yk

Sanzu: I have a katana and I'm not afraid of using it.

Y/N: now now pretty boy calm down

Y/N: tell me more about what kind of lipstick will suit Emma.

Draken: before that, Mikey, Baji, Hakkai and Angry.

Hakkai: Sorry for jumping to conclusions Sanzu-kun.

Angry: Yeah I'm sorry too.

Mikey: I'm sorry for the mistake I've done. It was childish and impulsive and I can see how it has inconvenienced everyone. I sincerely apologise and promise that such mistake and the likes will never be repeated again.

Baji: I'm sorry for the mistake I've done. It was childish and impulsive and I can see how it has inconvenienced everyone. I sincerely apologise and promise that such mistake and the likes will never be repeated again.

Baji: OI MIKEY! I QAS GOIND TO WRITE THAT!!

Takemitchi: ....how is it the exact same thing?

Mikey: oh yk, the usual.

Mikey: we get into trouble all the time and have to write apologies. But then it sounds insincere. So we asked shin-nii to help us.

Baji: and then we copied it to our clipboard.

Y/N: damn shin-nii sure knows some big words. That's an adult for ya.

Mikey: oh no he just took it from the internet.

Mitsuya: :)

Mitsuya: I just went to our dms to read old texts. I hadn't noticed it then. Every single apology is this exact thing :)

Mitsuya: Don't you think that's even more insincere?

Mitsuya: what are you going to do now? 😊

Mikey: ....

Baji: ....

Mitsuya: write an apology rn. A 100 word apology letter. Don't you dare text it. I want it by tonight. And no copying from the internet.

Baji: sir yes sir!

Mikey: hey I'm your president yk. You can't order me around.

Mitsuya: I'll tell Emma to close off your dorayaki supply for a week and even Draken won't tend to you.

Mikey: I'll do it.

Mitsuya: I need to have a talk with shinichiro-nii too.

Smiley: so everyone's done apologising to sanzu?

Smiley: lmao I'm not sorry 🤪

Mucho: you didn't even say anything.

Smiley: but I thought of it.

Sanzu: oh really wanna go huh you fucking clown.

Smiley: That's what I'm talKING ABOUT!! BRING IT ON SCAR FACE!

Angry: Aniki No!

Y/N: the park in front of fuyu's appartment. 4pm.

Y/N: Tora, you coming? 🍿

Tora: do you even have to ask? 🍿

Hakkai: Taka-chan's going to be busy with Mikey-kun and Baji-kun. Wanna come, mitchy?

Takemitchi: I don't think it's a good idea.

Mikey: I knew it. My Mitchy won't leave me behind 🥺

Takemitchi: yk what Hakkai, let's go.

Mikey: TAKEMITCHY

Baji: LMAO

Chifuyu: Baji-san you too have the letter so you can't come.

Baji: NOOOOOO

Mucho: ig I'll have to be there to keep an eye.

Draken: NO. STOP.

Draken: WHAT HAPPENED TO CHOOSING A LIPSTICK?!

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Lmao help what was this even?!? 😭😭

I just started it on a whim but ended up really enjoying it.

If you're interested you can send asks..? PLEASE SEND ASKS I'D LOVE THAT. Hope you enjoyed reading this ^^

[veradescent]

Pls 3 and 26 with Kaeya I'm begging u, have a nice day/night 😩💗

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# DEBT !

smut content — i am freshly 17, please keep this in mind when reading. if that makes you uncomfortable just scroll 🫶

“Look how pretty you are like this, all laid out for me.” Kaeya’s voice rings through the crisp air of the room. Without further ado, a small smug smile comes to the Calvary Captain’s face. It’s a smile you’ve seen hundreds of times before in all the time that you’ve been at his side. But now? This smile is different. It’s accompanied by a glint in his eyes that you know can’t signify anything but trouble.

What a redundant statement...

Kaeya Alberich himself, is never anything but trouble…

As he leans over you, effectively pinning you to the bed, his hand rests beneath your chin. With you lying beneath him completely stripped bare and with his hard cock inside of you while the veins rub up against your walls, his troublesome nature is more than clear. Kaeya never rests.

Still- he remains as unbothered as ever. It’s infuriating, you admit. He leaves you panting and holding in moans. You are a mess sweating and desperate all spread out on the covers for him. Your gentle body and soft skin are all on display. And what is he doing? Fucking with you. Relentlessly.

Kaeya’s finger drags across the underside of your chin, tilting your face up to look at him. The lone feeling of his nail against your skin makes a chill go down your spine; You swear, the smallest thing can get you even more worked up when Kaeya does it, and screw him because he knows it. A laugh escapes him as he bridges the gap between the two of you, his grin not fading even when he kisses you messily. When he moves you can feel his cock move lightly, and it makes you let out a strained breath into the kiss. His kiss is passionate and warm just like you like and your teeth no longer gnash like they used to but instead your lips brush against each other hungrily. As if he has all the time in the world, he continues to kiss down onto your jaw and then farther down. Marks that won’t fade any time soon are left in his wake on your neck and shoulders while he grinds his hips in small circles shallowly. Bites and bruising scatter across your neck.

Fuck, you can feel him filling you to the brim warm and thick but he won’t move enough to hit exactly where you need. It’s practically torture, leaving you throbbing around him needily when if he moved just a little deeper...

To say the least, his teasing goes unappreciated by you at the moment. Not when you need him so badly.

“Kaeya..” You say in an attempt to scold him but it comes out as more of a whine; High pitched and desperate; Pleading, even. Just what he likes to hear. In response, Kaeya scoffs breathily, more than satisfied with such a cute reaction. What will he do with you? “I don’t recall asking you to beg. But since you say my name so prettily..” He shoots you a wink, but before you can whine about it he finally punctuates his sentence with a rough thrust, bottoming out inside of you. The abrupt pleasure makes you gasp out as the air is knocked out of your lungs. With no restraint, Kaeya continues relentlessly. The bed frame slams against the wall as a result.

Within mere minutes of him penetrating you farther than your fingers could ever hope to reach you find you can’t even bring yourself to try and think or talk anymore. You’re certain your words will merely come out as whines and pleads for him to never stop and fuck you until you can’t breathe. In a final attempt to hide what a mess you are you hide your face with the back of your hand, panting against it with your eyes shut. Maybe this way you won’t cum so early, gushing all over his cock. You’ll have some sort of way to ground yourself. Each time he fucks into you feel the need to keep him inside and to make him cum inside of you. Restraining the urge to show that to him is easier this way since your reactions are partially hidden but you can still feel yourself getting closer and closer to cumming. As your walls flutter around him and you finally think you’ve had enough time hiding to have some sort of a grip on reality you feel his hand warm and certain on your wrist.

“Now now, keep your hands out of the way and stop playing dirty. You know I don’t like that.” His voice comes out raspy as he pushes his hair away from his forehead, his other hand firmly clenched around your wrist to hold it against the bed frame. Now, you’re forced to look at him as he rocks back and forth each time slamming into you without restraint, deep and fast. His tip hits your sweet spot almost every single time without fail making you jolt. When your hips weakly rock back against him in an attempt to get more and your thighs spread further it only spurs him on. Watching your body react all for him? Seeing you tighten around him as you get closer and try to hold him inside of you, babbling breathlessly about how badly you need to let go and cum? Perfect. Your body is pliant beneath his hands and his touch, your mind allowing itself to give into him too. You mindless and drunk on pleasure; That’s all he could ever want or ask for. What a beautiful sight.

“Sure.” He responds to your pleas, intertwining his fingers with yours against the bed. “But…”

You look up at him, desperation in your eyes and your lips parted.

“I want to see your face when you cum.”

You let out a final sob as the building knot of pleasure in your lower stomach snaps.

And yes, Kaeya gets exactly what he wanted.

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Three’s Company

Summary: The reader discovers that the AU Dean that’s been living with them lately may have a thing for her. Dean’s known for a while though and is okay with letting the reader play out a certain desire of hers with the alternate Dean...

Pairing: Dean x reader (with AU Trust Fund!Dean)

Word Count: 1,600ish

Warnings: language, smut (threesome, oral sex)

A/N: Inspired by a comment from @flmuseumgirl30. Enjoy!

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“That smells amazing,” you said as you walked into the kitchen for dinner. The AU Dean from the Hunter Corp world or DW as you’d taken to calling him gave you a friendly smile and offered the spoon of sauce. You took a small sip and hummed. “God that tastes even better than it smells.”

“Thank you. It’s homemade,” he said.

“It’s homemade,” mumbled Dean under his breath. You took a seat beside him at the table, giving him a smirk. “What?”

“Don’t be jealous of him. He’s you but he’s not. You’re my guy, not him,” you said. “Besides, he cooks for us all the time. It is kinda nice.”

“That is true,” said Dean. 

“You two do realize that while I come from money and yes, might have hand a trust fund, I was a hunter. I can hear you,” he said. Dean cleared his throat and DW looked over his shoulder. “I have no interest in Y/N other than friendship, Dean. I’m sorry if you feel I’m trying to do something to interfere with your relationship.”

“Yeah but you want to fuck her. I heard you jerking off to her in the shower,” said Dean. 

“I thought he was sweet,” you said, frowning at DW. Dean was chuckling in his seat but you whacked his arm. “Is this true?”

“Listen, I used to have my fair share of excursions with women. It’s been awhile and I was lonely. I apologize, Y/N,” said DW. “It was disrespectful.”

Dean leaned over and whispered in your ear, your cheeks flushing. Dean shrugged and you made a face.

“Seriously?” you asked.

“I wouldn’t mind with him. He’s me so it’s not like it’d freak me out. I’m used to seeing my face walking around by now.”

“Would you like me to leave the bunker,” asked DW quietly.

“Dean asked if I would want a threesome with you and him,” you said. “Isn’t that ridiculous?”

“Yeah, DW, isn’t it?” asked Dean. He made a face, too knowing of DW’s answer and you set your sights on him, DW swallowing. “He wants to. I know he does.”

“Oh,” you said. DW started to leave and you stood up. “I didn’t say no. Let me think about it. Let’s finish with our lunch, okay?”

Later That Night

“Dean,” you said as you got ready for bed. “Were you serious before about the threesome?”

“I’d always be down for one with you if you were comfortable with it.”

“I know you’ve had them but we’re together, together. I brought it up a long time ago and you weren’t really okay with it,” you said.

“I’m still not. But he’s different. He’s me. I’d be okay with him for a one time thing. Plus, he’s kind of lonely,” he said. 

“Are you starting to get along with him, Dean?”

“A bit. He’s still weird to me but if I were in his shoes, I’d want him to help me out. He’s...he’s a happier version of me and I want him to stay happier if you get what I mean, keep him from ever hitting those lows.”

“You know, you’re just as sweet as he is if not more,” you said as you crawled on top of the bed, laying on your side to face him. Dean turned and raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t make you homemade pasta and I am way, way grumpier than he is,” said Dean.

“You’re kind down in your soul. I will take that over some pasta any day,” you said. He smiled for a moment and you leaned over to kiss him, Dean nuzzling your neck. “I do wonder though, how’d you know DW wanted a threesome?”

“He admitted to it. I brought up the jerking off thing to him and he apologized. He’s not quite settled down yet, still used to being with a different woman all the time. He feels alone. I wasn’t going to get mad at him for thinking about you no matter how much I wanted to.”

“We could take him out one night?” you said.

“I don’t know if he’s ready for it. He’s still mourning his whole world dying after all,” he said. You nodded your head and looked at Dean, Dean giving the same look back. “You’d be okay with it.”

“With him...yeah. One time thing. You?”

“Yeah. I’ll talk to him about it tomorrow, see if we can get him out of his funk.”

The Next Night

“Where’s your tattoo?” you asked DW as he ripped off his shirt. He stared at you and Dean laughed beside you, tapping the one on his chest. “Your anti-possession one.”

“Oh. Um,” said DW as he looked down. “Dad didn’t approve of that.”

“We’ll get you tatted up,” said Dean. “Chicks dig it, trust me.”

“What did you have in mind, DW?” you asked while Dean undressed you. “Front door? Back door?”

“This is going to sound crass,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Dude, it’s your shot. Ask. Y/N’s always down for anything at least once,” said Dean as you turned around, exposing yourself to DW. He bit his bottom lip and you smiled.

“What would you like to do tonight?” you asked. “Come on. Sooner you say so sooner I can start touching you and trust me, I know all the ways to touch you.”

“I’d be very happy with a blow job,” he said, looking away. You turned back to Dean and he shrugged.

“I got an idea,” said Dean. He guided you onto the bed and started to make out with you, two fingers gently rubbing your clit. You shut your eyes and heard Dean say something to DW. The bed dipped and peeled them open, DW sat by you and stroking his own cock slowly. “Want us both at the same time?”

“Yes please,” you said with a smirk. You felt yourself getting wetter, Dean pulling his fingers away when he was satisfied. You sat up and he spun you around, grabbing your hips so you were on your hands and knees. DW moved in front of your face and you looked at his cock, so very similar to Dean’s aside from how smooth he was. “I can dig this look.”

“I bet you can,” said Dean. His cock head rubbed through your slit and pushed in an inch, Dean releasing a quiet moan as you fluttered around him. He pushed in slowly until he was seated all the way, starting a lazy rhythm of pushing and pulling you on his cock. “Go on DW. Get in there.”

Dean pulled you back on his cock and held you there, DW kneeling in front of you. You took his cock in your mouth, lapping at the head gently the way you knew Dean liked. DW’s hands instantly shot to your head and he groaned.

“Let us know if it’s too much,” said Dean before his hands pushed your hips forward and you took more of DW’s cock in your mouth. You groaned and were pulled back onto Dean, pushed forward again and already your head was spinning. You felt so used and dirty, DW’s hands gripping your hair tighter. You swallowed around him once and he swore, Dean chuckling behind you. He slid one hand off your hip and around your front, fingers teasing your clit again as you were bounced back and forth between the two men.

“I’m gonna...” said DW. You readied yourself and swallowed him down as he came, a little bit sweeter than Dean tasted. Dean rubbed your clit fast as he pounded into you more quickly, your orgasm hitting you while you were still full of them both. You moaned and felt wetness inside of you, Dean taking a few deep breaths as he slowed and pulled out. DW moved away from your mouth and you lay down on the bed, rolling to your back.

“How was that?” asked Dean, kissing your cheek.

“Intense,” you said. Dean got up and grabbed a washcloth from the sink, wiping you clean. DW excused himself to the bathroom and you brushed your teeth at the sink in your room, Dean plopping down in bed before you joined him again. You were both quiet as you lay there with a thin sheet covering yourselves, barely catching DW walk past in the hall. “Hey. Come back in here, DW.”

“You good dude?” asked Dean, his eyes already shut and you knew he was going to be asleep soon. 

“Oh yeah, that was...nice. I had fun. I wanted to give you your alone time,” he said.

“Come on,” you said patting the spot beside you. “I know one thing about Dean Winchester’s for sure and it’s that they love an after sex cuddle. Get your tush in here.”

He was a bit sheepish but he did join you in bed, eventually curling into your side.

“Thanks,” he said quietly.

“You’ll find somebody, DW,” you said with a smile. “Tonight just enjoy this. We sure did.”

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[normal-thoughts-official]

With a little help from your friends (the help is praise kink and the friend is your boyfriend)

Who would have thought that fucking your boyfriend senseless cures dysphoria.

Alternatively: being a dom is actually something that can be so gender,

Fandom: It Lives (Visual Novels)

Pairing: Andy Kang/Tom Sato

Additional tags: let's see, mild mentions of transphobic and racist comments, Comfort Sex, the filthiest comfort sex uve ever seen but WHATEVER, dom andy kang, sub tom sato, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Dom/sub Play, Collars, Praise Kink, basically someone says transphobic shit and then tom rides him and talks about how wonderful andy is, except tom has also been in denial for a few days and he's super horny, and andy gets in domspace and everything is great and nothing hurts, Fluff and Smut, Humor, cuz u know these two are incapable of taking anything too seriously, Established Relationship, oh they're both in college and they go to the same college cuz i said so, set after the events of it lives beneath, that's it I think, trans author if that matters to you

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Andy isn't having a great day. It's not a terrible, clawing-at-his-chest-trying-to-deal-with-dysphoria kind of day, but he's been trying out this "not comparing everything to the worst possible scenario" thing his therapist has been talking about, so still, not a great day.

The thing is, he thought college would be easier. And it is, in a lot of ways. For starters, there is no evil monster spectre trying to kill him, which gives college at least 5 points over high school. And his uni has a pretty solid queer club, so he knows other trans people there. Some of them are even non-white. Some of them he even actually, truly likes. And most of the time, he feels like he has a place to turn to, and people to support him. He's not alone. He has people who get him. And that makes all the difference.

But basketball is still a nightmare, and his knee still hurts when it's cold, and winter is officially starting now.

People still hesitate to pass the ball to him, and it's frustrating, because Andy fought so hard to earn his old team's trust and now he's back at square zero. And well, Andy has been gaining this team's trust, because he's good, goddamn it, and his team owes at least the last three victories to him. He's not hesitant to say that, especially because otherwise no one will. And he can see that they look at him differently now - nod at him in the hallways, at least, talk to him in the locker room, pass him the fucking ball if his position is very, very open.

But if he weren't trans and Asian, he wouldn't have had to work so hard to get all of that - or well, just that, really. He has a full sports scholarship despite the fact that he had a broken leg, had to retake his last year of high school, and doesn't even have the body type for basketball. If he weren't Asian, if he weren't trans, his team would have assumed his greatness from day one. Instead, he has to show it to them time and time again only to get them to reluctantly admit maybe he's not bad. No one calls him "triple threat" anymore, but he still has to work three times harder than anyone else, and it's frustrating.

And usually Andy can deal with it, but right now his knee hurts, and he can't afford that because he'll lose everything he's worked for if his teammates know that his fucking knee hurts. So, he braved training and then he got the fuck out of there without even changing so no one would see him wince. Which means he's still in basketball shorts, which are short, in the cold, which means his leg hurts more.

At times like these, he's thankful he never got the chance to go through with his promise to break his other leg kicking Noah's ass. Because he would have, and then both his legs would be hurting right now, and two legs that hurt every time it's cold is just too many legs.

No comparing to the worst possible scenario, he tells himself. Therapy is so hard. If he had known there would be homework, he would have thought twice about going.

And that's, apparently, the cue for his phone to go off. Andy smiles, knowing who it is even before he opens the message, because only one person messages him during class, and it's the only person he wants to hear from right now.

Tom <3 sent you a message

Grinning like a fool, he opens it.

Tom <3: dude, im horny af rn. the fuck

Finally, good news, Andy thinks, smiling. Then he remembers why Tom is so horny, and suddenly this day is great, actually.

He quickly types a reply.

You: who wouldve thought that 3 days of denial would make this happen

Tom <3: ill have u kno i was very good at holding it together before today

You: yeah, dw. soon u wont have to hold it anymore ;)

Tom <3: that flirt was terrible, dude

You: said the guy whos calling me dude for the second time in this conversation

Tom <3: what else should i call u? 😩

Andy thinks for a second. Tom and him do longer-term denial every once in a while, but they aren't in a 24/7 relationship. Does Andy really want to go there right now? Yes. Well, that was fast. Okay then.

You: how about "sir"

Tom's reply comes fast as lightning.

Tom <3: Yes, Sir.

Andy smirks at himself.

You: uve been hoping that id say that, havent u?

Tom types for just a little longer this time.

Tom <3: Yes, Sir.

----

Many things are wrong with the world, and Andy doesn't mean to make light of the other things, but the fact that Andy can't simply go and fuck his boyfriend whenever he wants is definitely one of them. It should be, like, financial compensation or something. We're so sorry the school environment is transphobic, here, have a free sex pass. Sounds fair to him. But instead, he still has two hours of classes to go through, and Andy is a better guy than he wishes he was, so he tells Tom to pay attention to class instead of sexting him, because he doesn't want Tom to struggle even more with his course when he had already had to leave it once. God damn true love or whatever.

The point is, by the time classes are finally over, his day is back to not being that great; he's tired, and his leg hurts. He gets to their car after Tom does, and Tom takes one look at him, and says, "I'm driving".

Andy crosses his arms. "Why?"

"Because your leg hurts," Tom answers, rolling his eyes and taking Andy's bag from him and putting it in the trunk.

Andy looks down at his legs. He wasn't limping. There aren't any bruises. How the hell-

"It's cold and you're in shorts. I'm not an idiot, dude."

Right. Yeah. Right. Of course. Tom knows. It's… It's alright.

"Bad day at training?" Tom asks, slowly, sympathetically, and Andy feels himself settle in his skin a little bit.

"The usual," he answers, getting inside, and, as always, Tom gets the hint.

---

Their uni's dorms are gender-segregated because these guys have still not gotten the memo that people of the same gender fuck; and Andy wasn't willing to deal with cis college guys' bullshit, much less cis college girls' bullshit; and the uni wouldn't let him simply pick Tom as his roommate. So, they rented out a beat up apartment right next to it instead. It took a little longer to get there, but it wasn't a lot longer, and well, it was worth it.

Tom gets inside, still carrying Andy's bag because he's transphobic and unfair and had taken it and bolted up running so Andy wouldn't have a chance to argue with him. And Andy can't run after him with his leg hurting, which kind of proves Tom's point that he should carry Andy's bag. All in all, Tom is the worst, and he turns up the heat as soon as he gets inside and sits Andy down on the bed, kneeling in front of him to take a look at Andy's knee.

He's silent for a while, massaging his knee until Andy sighs and throws his head back, before Tom plants a little kiss on his knee and looks up at him. Andy's knee always stops hurting when Tom kisses it better. It's a little embarrassing, if Andy is being honest, but still- nice. Really nice.

They stay for a little longer like this, Tom humming and massaging his knee and Andy not meeting his eyes, until the question inevitably comes.

"What happened?" Tom asks, not letting up with the smooth movements of his hands, his eyes big and sincere with worry.

"Nothing. Just the cold. You know how my knee gets."

"I meant, for you to leave practice without putting some warmer clothes on."

Andy looks away. "It was nothing."

"Dude, are you expecting me to go, 'okay, yeah, that totally makes sense and I believe you', or…?"

Andy laughs, despite himself, and throws his good leg up in an almost-kick to pretend he's retaliating. "Don't be an ass."

"I'm not. Come on, Andy. You know you can tell me."

"It's nothing, it's just- Kyle-"

"Oh boy."

Andy laughs. "Yeah." But then he grows serious, "the thing is, he doesn't mean any harm, you know? I know he's not saying it to hurt me, and so that just means that, like... that it's true."

Tom's hands stop their movements, rubbing soothing circles around his knee instead. "What did he say?"

Andy doesn't look at him. "He asked me why I didn't stay on the women's team. Said that I could have an advantage, cuz Asian people are androgynous anyway, so no one would notice that I was taking hormones."

Tom just stares at him in shock for a moment.

"And I was like, 'dude, I've been on T for three years, I'm pretty sure they would notice the changes'. And he was like, 'yeah, but you still look like a lot of Asian girls with short hair, you could write it off if you wanted', and I just…" He trails off.

Tom waits in silence for a second, seeing if Andy finds his words, before asking, "Is Kyle, like, okay?"

Andy scoffs. "I didn't try and fight him, if that's what you're asking."

"No, I mean, does this dude have a screw loose or something?"

"He's very bad at figuring out what is or isn't offensive, yeah, but it's not like he really cares, he just won't go out of his way to antagonize me."

"No, I just- Andy, even when you were a little kid with huge pigtails, anyone would have to be crazy to see you as a girl."

Andy bites the inside of his lip. "You're just saying that."

"I'm not. It's just wrong, man. It was so obvious that it was wrong. Anyone could tell. There's nothing about you that says 'girl' to anyone who's looking."

Andy sighs, finally risking looking at Tom's eyes. There's overwhelming sincerity there, and Andy instinctively looks away. "I guess. Maybe. I don't know. It just got me thinking... Maybe T didn't change anything. Maybe I look exactly the same, maybe it was just hopeful thinking that had me thinking it would change anything, maybe it's just- pointless to even try-"

"No, no, come on," Tom says, and the interruption is so sudden it makes Andy look at him again, just in time to see Tom shaking his head vigorously. "There's no way you believe that. What about this bad boy over here?" He smiles, reaching out softly to caress Andy's neck. "You have more of an Adam's Apple than me, dude. And we both know you don't need T to be a guy, but thinking it made no difference is just crazy and you know it. What about those dry pecs? These broad shoulders of yours? Your voice, I mean, come on. You even smell different, man. How can it be pointless, if even your scent is different?"

Andy looks to the side again, but he can feel himself smile. "Well, when you put it like that..."

Tom gets up, but stays close, putting his hand on Andy's cheek, slowly, as if testing the waters, before turning him slightly to look at him. "Andy. Kyle is an idiot and a transphobic racist who's too damn lazy to realize how fucked up he is. And you shouldn't have to deal with that, and I'm sorry, and I will set him on fire."

Andy laughs. "You can't keep threatening to set every shitty teammate I have on fire."

"I can, because it keeps making you laugh," Tom says, smiling. Well. Andy can't argue with that. "My point is, you wouldn't listen to a word this dude says if it were about anyone else, so don't listen to him when he talks about you, okay? T or no T, you're no girl, and you don't look like a girl, and regardless of whether or not Kyle's dumb ass noticed it, your transition has been doing you good. Remember when your voice started to crack and get all weird? I've never seen anyone be that happy about it."

Andy laughs. "It was pretty awful."

"No, it was great, 'cause you loved it. Do you want me to pull out the 'before' pictures we took in case this happened? Look at yourself, dude. You fit so much better in your own skin, you know? And like, you've always been gorgeous, but-"

"Come here," Andy interrupts, pulling him down because Tom is standing and Andy is sitting and Andy is already height-challenged. And Tom goes willingly, carefully straddling Andy's lap and meeting him in a kiss. Finally, Andy thinks.

Tom kisses him softly, slowly, one hand resting on the back of Andy's head and the other draped lazily over his shoulder, as he usually does, all gentle and a little hesitant, and Andy is having none of that. So he grabs Tom's hair and deepens the kiss, bringing him closer until their chests are flushed together and he can feel Tom's hips mindlessly making little circles against Andy's belly.

They separate - or well, stop kissing, really, because Tom is still as close to Andy as physically possible, and Andy feels about ready to shoot anyone who tries to push him further away. Tom's a little breathless, and his hips are still making these almost imperceptible movements against Andy, and Andy realizes that he's still grabbing Tom's hair and that he's a little breathless, too.

Tom looks down at him for a second, as if debating something with himself, before saying, "and like, not to be horny during a serious moment, but since we're talking about the effects of T... Andy. Andy. Your clit. Fuck. It's so huge now, and it's got a visible head and you can fuck my face and everything, and I could sing it praises for a week and probably will if you don't stop me right now."

"Hmm, but I like it when you sing me praises," he smiles. "Keep going."

"God, I was hoping you'd say that. Do you have any idea how much I've been thinking about it today? I didn't hear a single word anyone said to me, all I could think about was you fucking my face, pulling my hair, making me worship you and beg to be allowed to suck you off, I wanna serve you like you're my God." Tom's hips start to jerk up, more visibly this time, shameless, and see, this is why Andy's been really, really liking this whole denial thing - Tom has only started to explore his subby side recently, a little ashamed of it to admit it to anyone, even himself. But when he's horny enough, he gets shameless and desperate about what he wants, and god, nothing is more beautiful than Tom when he asks for what he wants. He feels something growing inside of him, not sure if it's warmth or heat, but seeing Tom like that, wanting him, needing him, definitely makes him feel so much better.

"Yeah?" Andy asks, tracing a finger over Tom's shoulder, close to his neck, just to give him goosebumps.

"Fuck yes, I want it so bad, and you deserve it too, Andy… Sir. You're the best Sir I could ask for, I just want… Want you to use me, want you to cum on me, want to kiss you all over and worship you and pleasure you, you're so gorgeous..." He hides his face in Andy's shoulder for a bit, but his hips don't stop moving. He whines, "Andy..."

"Address me properly," Andy snaps, feeling the edges of worry clear from his mind and giving way to that wonderful feeling of clear-mindedness, of power, where nothing matters but his own pleasure. "And maybe I'll give you what you want, if you earn it."

Tom nods, hips full on thrusting now, and Andy snaps again. "Stay still."

And he does, immediately, without question, biting his lip and keeping his eyes shut with effort. Andy can feel his thighs clenching and spasming over his, trying to keep himself from moving, trying to be good. He hums in appreciation, but doesn't praise him for it, not yet.

"I'll get you ready," Andy explains, before reaching to Tom's hair, and starts to undo his bun, as slow as possible, just to watch him squirm. He gets so impatient when Andy undresses him, which is why Andy never misses a chance to drag it out.

He begins by removing Tom's jacket, sliding his hands slowly over his shoulders, then down his back, feeling the firm muscle there, digging his nails just a little bit so he can see Tom's eyes flutter in bliss. When the jacket falls to the floor, Andy begins circling the hem of his shirt, sliding until his hands are back on front, fingers just close enough to Tom's cock for him to feel Tom tense in his hands, so damn sensitive to his touch, so needy. God, he can't get enough of this, but he pretends that he doesn't notice, lets Tom try and keep himself together as Andy's hands slide over his belly, then chest, over the shirt, collarbone, wrapping and resting on Tom's throat just so he feels the threat of it, before Andy finally grabs the back of the shirt's collar and tugs, taking it off. Then he slides his hands back down, making sure to run a finger just over the sensitive spot where his pecs end, then lower, over his ribcage, belly, hips, next to the bruises where Andy had grabbed him the night before, then back to the middle, just over the bulge in his pants, and Tom finally breaks and jerks up slightly, letting out a little moan.

"Sir," he whines, "please, please, I-" Andy continues to circle the head of his cock with his finger, "please!"

"Patience," is all he says, before going back to his painfully light movements, imagining Tom's needy cock twitching under his fingers, imagining the effort Tom makes not to thrust up or keep begging for more, just because Andy told him not to. "You know how much I like playing with your pretty little cock. You said you wanted to serve me, didn't you?"

"Yes- yes, Sir."

He hums, noncommittally, not looking at him. "Good." He teases the tip of his clothed cock some more, enjoying the way his mind zeroes on that, the way he feels like he has all the power and the time in the world. Finally, he pats Tom's thigh once. "Get off, and take off the rest of your clothes. Get the lube and a condom."

Tom gets up, a little shaky, and does as instructed, while Andy reaches down to the drawer under the bed where he keeps his dick's spine and a few of their toys. He gets the spine, then adjusts his packer briefs so he can put it on - best purchase of his life, really, those briefs. So much easier to use than a regular strap-on and it makes the packer sit over his clit just right, making a little suction and pressure. Andy couldn't be happier that he was already wearing them.

Tom gets back with everything he asked right in time for Andy to finish making his dick hard, and goes on to put the condom on and cover Andy's cock in lube with the kind of attention that makes Andy hold his breath. Tom's so careful, yet eager, and adoring, about it. Andy feels like the hottest guy in the world.

Once he gets permission, Tom sits on his cock, slowly, getting adjusted to it - admittedly, Andy went a little overboard when he bought his first cock. Andy waits until Tom is fully seated, littering his neck with little kisses and praise for how well he's taking him, how pretty he looks, until Tom looks fully comfortable and ready to start complaining if Andy doesn't start fucking him in earnest soon. That's when Andy shows him the other item he pulled from the drawer - Tom's favorite collar.

Tom's reaction is instantaneous. He throws his head back, moving over Andy's cock as he lets out a breathless, almost choked moan; the hands he had resting on Andy's shoulders suddenly squeezing full force in his need.

"God, you're such a whore," Andy says, casually, and Tom nods, even as he flushes. The collar is just a simple black one, with a little hoop for the leash, but inside they had it engraved with the words Andy's whore, and it left visible marks that could be seen for a few hours after they took it off. It never failed to drive Tom crazy, so it always drove Andy crazy, too. "Stay still," he warns, and Tom nods, breathing heavily, gripping Andy's shoulder as tight as he can as he stays frozen in place. Andy slowly puts it around his neck, checking with his finger to make sure it's not too tight, and the second he clasps it in place, Tom's whole body relaxes, a content little sigh escaping his lips, his face slack and blissed out. He likes being owned, so much. Andy can't get enough of it. "Good?" he asks, just to make sure it's not too tight.

"Perfect," Tom answers, the words leaving him in a sigh. Andy then ties the leash to the headboard, making sure that they're just far enough from it that he'll be feeling its pull the whole time. Tom lets out a moan. "Thank you, Sir."

Andy smirks. "Now, here's what I want you to do," he says, "you're going to ride me, just like that, and you're not going to come until I tell you to. You're definitely not going to come before I do. If you come close, you'll have to tell me. I want to hear you scream, so make as much noise as you want. Do you understand?"

Tom nods again, almost dizzyingly quick. "Yes, Sir."

"Good, then get to it."

Tom doesn't need to be told twice. He starts riding him, slowly at first, trying to find the perfect angle for Andy - not himself, Andy notices, pleased. Once it's perfect, Andy orders, "faster, slut,” and Tom obeys, as always, working up speed as he tries to keep himself upright, feeling the tug of his leash with every movement, moaning the whole time. “Good boy,” Andy says, and Tom’s responding whine is high pitched, embarrassing, needy. He gets even faster then, starting to babble as he keeps on working, and Andy just stays casually in place, not having to do a single thing while Tom works to give him pleasure.

"Fuck, you're so perfect, did you know that?" Tom asks, quickly sliding down on Andy's cock, making sure he puts all this weight in the end so Andy's cock will press down against his clit just the way he likes, making sure to go as deep as possible, "I've been dreaming of your cock for days, god, Sir, nothing's better than this," he hides his face in Andy's shoulder, speeding up even more, thighs shaking with the effort, and Andy puts a fist in his hair and pulls, watching as Tom throws his head back and lets out a scream, working even faster on Andy's cock. "Sir!," he whines, "oh, thank you, thank you, feels so good, oh my god, please, I'm gonna-"

"No, you won't," Andy interrupts, "I'm not even close to coming yet. Keep working, slut."

"Y-yes, Sir," he whines, going faster, deeper, and Andy makes it harder for him, keeps pulling at his hair to expose his neck, litters kisses and bites on his exposed throat, grabs his thigh and squeezes hard enough to bruise so Tom remembers he's his, his whore, his toy.

"I love it when you get like this," Andy says, doing his best to keep his tone even, even as he's a little breathless from pleasure, from power, "I bet you want to come so bad, don't you? If I'd just give you the word, you'd be making a mess of yourself, coming on my cock right now-"

"Fuck! Yes, yes, Sir, please, I'm so close."

Andy smiles. "No."

Tom whines, so cute, adorable, and Andy is nice enough to leave a little kiss on his shoulder, grounding, calming him down. Before going right back to torturing him, "no, you don't get to come for a long time yet. I want you just like this, on edge, tasting it…" Andy grins. "Tell me how close you are, baby."

"I'm- I'm so close-"

Andy slaps him in the face. "You can do better than that."

"Fuck, I feel like I'm going to explode, I'm so close, I want it so bad, and you feel so good, God, you have no idea what you do to me, Sir, your cock is so perfect, it hurts, I need it- need to cum on your cock, Sir, please-"

"No."

Tom chokes on a moan, and starts to go even faster. He lets out a little whine, something Andy thinks was supposed to be a word, but doesn't come close.

"See," Andy says, "this is why I won't let you come. Look at you - every time I tell you no, you get so desperate, so obedient - it's what you want, isn't it? You want me to keep telling you no, you want to know your pleasure doesn't matter, that you're just here to serve me."

"Yes! Yes, yes, yes-"

"Good, then keep going. And beg all you want- I like telling you no, too."

Tom does. He begs, and he says thank you when Andy denies him, again and again and again. Thank you, Sir, thank you for using me, for putting me in my place, I'm yours, I'm yours. And he keeps on praising Andy, praising his cock, his body, the way he fucks him and uses him, no one else makes me feel like this, no one deserves to be worshipped and served like you, Sir, I want to make you feel good-... Until even the clear-minded state of domspace begins to crumble and Andy feels nothing but pleasure, and confidence, and power, and he cums to the sound of Tom praising him and begging, once, twice, three times, until his head is clear again and everything, even the need to chase his own pleasure, is gone, and he just feels perfect.

"Stop," he orders Tom, who's still babbling more and more incoherently, endless praise and worship, and Andy finds that he worships Tom right back. "I want you to get my cock as deep inside you as you can, and stay still. I'm going to play with your dick for a while, and when I tell you to, you can come. You did well today, baby."

Tom nods, suddenly struggling to use his words. "T-thank you, Sir," he says, already frozen in place, thighs clenching with the effort not to move and also shaking with all the effort he did before.

Andy coos. "Poor baby. You were so good to me today. Let me take care of you."

"You always- always do, Sir," Tom replies, and Andy smiles.

He gives Tom a long, slow handjob, making sure Tom stays still through it, enjoying the way his thighs shake on top of Andy's, the pressure of Tom sitting tight on his cock, the way his arms also shake with effort where they rest around Andy's neck; Tom's pretty, exposed throat all marked up around his collar, his breathless little whines as Andy makes sure to do it just the way he likes it, makes his cock turn red with need; watches Tom bite his lip, because when he has to keep still he becomes so quiet and needy, even as the little whines go through his lips… Until Andy finally says, "come for me, baby," and Tom screams through an orgasm that lasts almost a minute, hanging on to Andy as tightly as he can to keep himself anchored through the pleasure.

And then Andy holds him, and Tom holds him back, and they hold each other.

----

A while later, they've cleaned up Tom's cum so it doesn't get all sticky on Andy's chest, and Andy's finally taken off those damn briefs - they're great for sex, but get pretty tight when you wear them for a long time - and Andy holds Tom against his chest. He's humming, contently, and if anyone had told him at the beginning of the day that he'd be comfortable enough to have someone close to him while he's fully naked, he'd - well, probably assume they meant Tom, but still be skeptical.

"How do you feel?" Tom asks after a little while, finally opening up his eyes and saying hello to the world.

"That's supposed to be my line," Andy laughs.

"I feel great. Perfect. Next time, I wanna do it for longer. A week? Let's try a week. Or two weeks…?"

Andy laughs. "Let's not make too big of a leap yet."

"Fine. A week sounds good. Great. And now that we've established that denial is totally bomb for me, how are you feeling?"

"Honestly? I'm feeling great, too," Andy admits, playing with a little stray of Tom's hair, swirling it around his finger, "I think I needed that, a little bit. Who'd have thought that having you ride me and praise my cock cures dysphoria."

"Every trans top on every forum I've ever visited."

"Let me have my moment of realization," Andy mumbles, faux-annoyed. Tom just laughs, holding him closer.

"I'm just glad I could help," he says.

"Please tell me you didn't ride my cock just to help."

"Well, no, in case you hadn't noticed, I was horny as fuck. I just tried to, you know. Use that to give you a little push. Since you wanted to. Y'know. Also, it was all true. So..."

"Thanks, love," Andy says, earnestly. "I love you."

"I love you more."

They bicker about it, and Andy's smiling the rest of the day.

[honeybomb4thebear]

if you’re still doing the nsfw alphabet can you do it for kaito momota? tysm!!

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KAITO MOMOTA N//S*FW ALPHABET

A=Aftercare - What they do/act like after sex. ⦁ Cheerful! Usually, he'll be kinda energetic too. Like he is geniuenly happy after the session aldjsalkdjaldj- kinda smug as well but mainly happy! Don't worry, he takes very good care of you while showering you with praises doing so! Like how good you were, how hot you looked and how hot you are looking rn etc.

B=Bondage - Are they into BDSM, and how far they’ll go if they have a green light. ⦁ Look at me straight in the eye and tell me that Kaito isn't an exhibitionist. Do it, pussy. ⦁ Also daddy askdjakdhakjdh sorry he is just. daddy material. HIMBO DADDYYYYY

C=Cum - pretty self explanatory. ⦁ CUMS A LOT, LIKE, A L O T SO GOOD LUCK WITH THAT! ⦁ at least it tastes fairly sweet and his moans while cumming are adorbs so it's ok i suppose?

D=Dom - Are they dominant, submissive, a switch? ⦁ 100% dom. No questions asked

E=Edgeplay - Similar to ‘Kinks’ except it’s a lot riskier than usual kinks (knifeplay, breathplay, etc.). ⦁ Maybe he is into choking a bit? It isn't much I feel like he'd get kinda weirded out by them

F=Fantasy - A fantasy of theirs (ex: a teacher/student fantasy). ⦁ Having sex under the clear skies? Like, on a cliff, the view of night sky is delicious but you on top of him, jumping on his cock makes it even more delicious.

G=Got Caught - How they react when they get caught having sex. ⦁ "Dude! Seriously, go away already!" is he embarrassed or pissed? Or both? Who knows (it's both.)?

H=Hot Spots - A place that drives them crazy when stimulated (EX: neck). ⦁ His groin area. Not the leg part, but rather the part which is under his stomach. If you touch there out of sudden, he will smile and ask about your purpose, how it's dangerous that you're doing it when you two are all alone and talk all big because he'll be turned on so much......

I=Intimacy - How romantic they are, or can be, before, during, or after sex. ⦁ Like I said, he is happy while fucking you so out of sudden he will say something that will make you m e l t completely. It's when you least expect it, though. He loves to surprise you.

J=Journey - Their ideal way of leading up to sex. ⦁ Him pulling you on his lap randomly, and then getting a boner which leads to him rubbing your private parts together. Bonus points if you get super flustered.

K=Kinks - I’ll list a few of their kinks, be they the normalized ones or kinkier kinks. ⦁ Begging! He LOVES to make you beg, will smile widely if you do so and just loves to see you ache for his touch. ⦁ Maybe lap dances? Like he sits down, leans back and just watches your attempts at seducing him (which you succeed) with an awe. Yeah, he likes how your hips move while you are on his lap.

L=Location -  Where they like to have sex at, do they like risky locations, etc. ⦁ C'MON OF COURSE HE LIKES RISKY LOCATIONS!! An example would be... His lab? Mainly his lab, but he'd also like it if you two were to do it on someone else's lab because it increases the chance of getting caught and he is an asshole so-

M=Masturbation - How they are when they get themselves off, what they get themselves off to. ⦁ 4 to 5 times a week, horny ass mfer. Just talks about how he is a man, so that kind of stuff is normal!!! etc.. Stupid ass himbo I love him lots.

N=NO - A few things that they will absolutely, under no circumstances, ever do. ⦁ Aside from stuff like begging, he wouldn't like anything that implies that you guys hate each other/willing to hurt each other. Or like, bodily fluids or sumth-

O=On’s - Their top turn on’s that they have (things that’ll get them super horny super quickly). ⦁ Ok cliche but you wearing his clothings and nothing else like, his jacket, shirt etc. ⦁ He'll find it adorable yet will pretend to be mad that you stole his clothes in order to remove them, but dw you guys are fucking after that P=Position -  Their favourite position to have sex in. ⦁ On his lap, I think? Or like, when he makes you lean on a wall.

Q=Quickie - Do they like it, do they prefer quickies over actual sex, etc. ⦁ Yeah he does! He likes seeing you try to get on with your day normally after that, your flustered face looks so cute.

R=Rough - How rough they are, or get, when in bed. ⦁ Depends. When he is rough, your legs will be shaking for days tho-

S=Stamina - How long they can go before they tap out. ⦁ Astro-NUT (sorry it was a bad joke but im not deleting it) boy is healthy and athletic, so he can go for rounds. At least 5 or 6, I'd say.

T=Toys - Do they use toys, do they own them, what kind, etc. ⦁ Bought a vibrator for you, and a dildo too, all for you. Uses them on you because he likes to see you beg for his actual touch. Fucker.

U=Unfair - How much they tease you, how they tease you, etc. ⦁ This man has a begging kink, of course he is a big tease! Like good luck, to get what you want, you will have to be super clear with what you want. Like super clear, humiliate yourself a bit then Kaito will reward you while still teasing you about how shameless you are.

V=Volume - How loud they get when having sex, things they might say, etc. ⦁ Kinda loud? His groans are long and hot, and he will giggle often. He'll compliment your body a lot too.

W=Wild Card - a random letter for the character of your choice. ⦁ Likes giving oral a lot but prefers receiving. Like your reactions are nice but damn, you giving him head is better.

X=X-Ray - How they look with their clothes off. ⦁ Toned boy!! With a big dick too, ultimate Chad! 18,7 cm length, 13,9 cm girth.

Y=Yearning - How often they need to have sex. ⦁ He'd be down to it 7/24, but if you talk about needing it's like... Every 2 days maybe? Welp, he can't help it! That's what he'd say with a familiar cheeky smile.

Z=ZZZ - How quickly they fall asleep after having sex. ⦁ He'll be kinda energetic so if you do it during the day, he won't. If you do it before going to bed, he will sleep quickly. I just feel like he is the type to fall asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow.

[xdemon-mage]

Oh damn that's a long message :D Thx for reaching out Yeah, reblog is fine dw. Also YAY! A new gameplay! I haven't seen that one yet, I'll have to watch it whole after I answer your points here. Okay so-

Main character's backstory & motive I decided to make a pretty simple main character, because I wanted them to be easy for the player to identify with. I tried to limit the information to the a) Immersion b) Plot logic And while I do agree that providing information about mc's daily life and activities can be immersive and fun, I personally prefer to leave it similar as it is right now. In most visual novels that start the story from (for example) describing mc getting out of bed, standing up to dress up, preparing breakfast, getting mail, getting to work, coming out of work, I'm already starting to fall asleep by that point. (lurking for love bored me x"P) I planned to get into action as soon as possible, only providing needed context. I feel like adding more activities at the start would add unnecessary length which is not plot relevant. However, I do plan to add a small scene with ordering a package at the start!! So it is very possible that I'll write a bit more about mc's general plans and some more thoughts. (the package is needed for some cool scene) So now about the motive - It's very, very simple. Mc just wants to kidnap someone. That's pretty much it. It was a very conscious decision to make it like that, because if I were to set a specific backstory, it would limit the player and story from getting "customized". And because mc is feeling silly and just wants to kidnap a dude, the rest becomes the player's interpretation. Do you want a lover? You can try to seduce the crazy dude! Do you want to cause harm? Go for it (in Wade's path its way more difficult haha). Do you feel helpless? Panic and see what happens. Main character is just weird like that. I mean, Wade is too, he's there to have sadistic fun and fight. Now I remembered that you can even tell Wade your motive:

Living alone deep in woods implies being a loner, so I felt like it was okay for the player to pick that info from the context, as I felt that describing mc saying they are alone and no one would look for them would be unnecessary edge xP

So yeah, thanks for telling me about your feelings on that part, even if I don't change much about it.

MC being a bit stupid That's on purpose! :D It's the premise of the game, that we felt like doing a crime, but then we get reckless, silly, and get in crazy situations! I try to keep it in the non-annoying space, so that it's more "recklessness" than "being braindead". But yeah, mc is.. a really awful... kidnapper *cough laugh* Wade knows from the start that mc is being weird (& He's the one who's lying more anyway, I don't feel like focusing on mc lying would improve anything here), but some of the mc's lies do have consequences. (like the lie about being a hunter, that will have a consequence later in the game) He'll mention that at some point. And no, I won't save u from the second hand embarrassment muahaha, I think it's funny

Fighting back It's a good thought! There will be opportunities to fight back and struggle more. There couldn't be more at the start tho, because the goal of day 1 is to get captured. However I see briefly that DeeGenerate didn't access the bonus scene with running outside the house :< I'll share how to access it because it's pretty easy: Don't hug > Choose Knife > Try to run

The rest of stuff Quick time events are cool! There will be more, even if not in the context you mentioned them in.

Personality system You got me there, it's my Achilles' heel... I'm still working on figuring that out, because not gonna lie, it's really hard to keep track of the story and branching it out, while simultaneously taking care of the player's behavior style and how it affects various choices x_x I plan to make some kind of "harder stop" that takes you into specific endings based of personality, or starts to block you from being aggressive after being scared shitless for too long for example, things like that. It's my first big piece of fiction so I'm taking a long time incorporating tiny things like this, but thanks for reminding me about it, I'll do my best. Thanks for writing that much, I tried providing context and thought process to things where I agreed more or less. It's helpful to hear a different perspective. //oof i had to edit it a bit because tumblr ate some random piece of text at some point wtf?

When would you accept beta's/people who give ideas and just commentary for stuff they'd like to see more of from the game and where would people be able to apply--that is if this is something you're willing to do at all /gen. I'm SUPER invested in the development /gen and I'd love to apply as a beta and give pointers on things I'd like to see improved on in the full release :)

I know you meant beta testers but I smiled for a second reading just the "beta" as a term from omegaverse xD For now I don't look for beta testers (I wouldn't even say the game is in the beta phase), but I do welcome any ideas, tips, critique at any time. I may not use every single advice, but I value different opinions. You can comment something under this post for example, and I might make a separate post asking about stuff in the future too. Story-wise I welcome ideas for Wade's path more, because the plot is more random and flexible, whereas for Kaleb I already have a story set from start to finish. But yeah, anything about game in general, UI, gameplay, audio, art, plot etc. I'm happy to hear.

[homestuck-headcanonymous]

2weetheart2

a/n: this is part of the tiktok au, so sollux is a famous twitch gamer and feferi is a tiktok star in a presumed “love triangle” with eridan ampora, a commentary youtuber and brother of cronus ampora the famed tiktok eboy, and sollux. this one takes place a little later in the timeline, so they’ve all graduated highschool

disclaimer: i’ve never seen a twitch stream, because my computer can’t handle it.

stream: “tiime to bully 2mall chiildren on fork kniife with the boy2″, August 14, 2020, by users twosquared, coolerthanu, toreadorneverland, and shoutykat. ran from 5:30 pm DST to 8:00 pm DST

streamtime transcript, from 7:30 pm DST to 8:00 pm DST

twosquared: hell yeah, ii ju2t kiilled BOTH tho2e famiily vlogger chiildren!! at ONCE!! 2uck on that, eiight-year-old2 who make more money than me!!

coolerthanu: nice, dude

toreadorneverland: wELL,, tHEY CAN’T REALLY,, hELP BEING EIGHT,, rIGHT? sTILL,, gOOD JOB,, i GUESS

coolerthanu: they can help it, just go up to a birthday cake and press age up. poof! cool teen!

shoutykat: ...DAVE, HOW LONG WERE YOU PLAYING THE SIMS *THIS* TIME? DO I HAVE TO GO OVER AND LURE YOU FROM YOUR WEIRD FUCKING GAMER DEN OR SOMETHING? DO I NEED TO CALL YOUR SISTER TO MAKE OMINOUS THREATS FROM A SHADOWY DOORWAY AT YOU AT 3AM?

toreadorneverland: wAIT,,, yOU WERE SERIOUS WHEN YOU SAID THAT? i THOUGHT IT WAS A JOKE! dOES,, iT ACTUALLY WORK?

twosquared: fiir2t of all, what the FUCK are you guy2 talkiing about? 2econd of all, are we just goiing to glo22 over the fact that tav 2aiid “ii gue22″ to me getting a double kiill2hot?? a DOUBLE KIILL2HOT??

toreadorneverland: sORRY,, yOU KNOW I DIDN’T MEAN IT LIKE THAT,,, rIGHT?

coolerthanu: dw bro, he’s just being dramatic for the hell of it. he’s not actually mad.

shoutykat: ALSO, WHAT THE FUCK IS *UP* WITH YOU AND THE NUMBER TWO? YOU’RE ALWAYS DOING THOSE DUMB FUCKING DOUBLE KILLSHOTS.YOU’RE FUCKING OBSESSED WITH IT. I KNOW YOU’RE A GEMINI, BUT I DON’T GO AROUND CALLING MYSELF “CANCERDUDESIXTYNINE”, RIGHT?

twosquared: iit’s like de2tiined to be, kk. my eye2? two diifferent color2. my triick move? two kiill2hot2 at once.

coolerthanu: his dick? two of them. arms? two of them. 2 x 2 is four- his approximate mental age. also yes, sol, i stole that line from rose.

twosquared: ii’m bii2exual. ii have a boyfriiend AND a giirlfriiend. the only connectiion between you and cancer ii2 that that’2 what people call your content.

toreadorneverland: oH WOW DUDE!! uHH,,, i SUPPORT YOU!! 

twosquared: ah 2hiit. that 2liipped out.

coolerthanu: are you, like, serious dude?

twosquared: fuck.

shoutykat: SOLLUX, I REALLY HOPE THIS ISN’T ANOTHER ONE OF YOUR SHITTY JOKES.

twosquared: goddammiit.

coolerthanu: dude if you need us to end the stream we’ll do it, i know coming out is kinda risky sometimes-

twosquared: actually, y’know what? fuck iit. thanks for the offer dv, but i don’t need it. yeah, i’m really fuckiing bii. yeah, ii’m datiing a guy and a giirl, and y’know what? they’re both fuckiing amaziing, and iif anyone’2 gonna quit 2upportiing me becau2e of that, then ii don’t giive a 2hiit. ii love my giirlfriiend. 2he’2 2weeter than fuckiing 2ugar and ii’m pretty 2ure iit’s 2ciientifiically impo22iible to be 2ad iin the 2ame room a2 her, iit’2 liike 2he’s made of 2un2hiine, 2he’2 adorable. ii al2o love my boyfriiend ju2t a2 much. he’2 a huge goddamed romantiic, he briing2 me flower2 and he 2tay2 up late memoriiziing love poem2 so he can reciite them to me when ii can’t 2leep liike a fuckiing lullaby, he’2 kiind and gentle and wonderful. and they’re datiing each other too, and that’2 great, becau2e iit make2 them both really fuckiing happy.

twosquared: my giirlfriiend 2pend2 like 2 hour2 before each of theiir date2 fu22iing over her makeup and what to wear becau2e 2he want2 to look pretty for u2, even though my boyfriiend and ii both thiink 2he’2 beautiiful no matter what. my boyfriiend ii2 the only one of u2 that can actually fuckiing cook, 2o when we have date niight2 at home, he alway2 2pend2 hour2 makiing 2omethiing fanta2tiic for iit. my boyfriiend and my giirlfriiend are both early biird2 so they do thii2 thiing iin the morniing where they curl up next to each other on the couch and my boyfriend driink2 hii2 fancy tea and my giirlfriiend driink2 her riidiculou2ly 2weet coffee and they read together, and that’2 liike theiir thiing, and iit’2 the fuckiing cute2t.

twosquared: who know2? maybe 2omeday we’ll end up datiing 2omebody el2e too, and then ii’m gonna love that 2omebody, becau2e they’ll be theiir own per2on wiith a miiliion diiferent thiing2 to fall iin love wiith. ii’m happy wiith who ii am and who ii love and ii’m not giiviing 2omeone the chance to force me to hiide that. love i2n’t fuckiing fiiniite unle22 you make iit be. iif 2omeone can love one partner iinfiniitely, why can’t ii love both of miine the 2ame way? ii’m not goiing to claiim that every poly relatiion2hip is good, but iif there’2 no balance iin it, then that’2 not a problem wiith the relatiion2hiip, that’2 a problem wiith the people iin iit.

coolerthanu: ...damn, my guy. okay. cool. first of all- great speech. moving as hell. second of all- we have your back, especially if someone tries to shit on you about this. when i came out, you literally wingmanned me into a relationship with karkitty over there. third of all, this is the exact same way that roxy came out to me as nonbinary, why does this keep happening.

shoutykat: OF COURSE WE SUPPORT YOU, YOU NUMBSKULLED FUCKASS. WHY WOULD WE *NOT* SUPPORT YOU? WHO WAS THAT RANT EVEN FOR? THE TWITCH CHAT THAT’S BEEN GIVING YOU LIKE FIVE SUBS A MINUTE? THE ONE FULL OF RAINBOW POGGERS? *THEM*?

twosquared: ii mean ii wa2 kiinda braciing my2elf for a way wor2e reactiion, 2o thii2 ii2 a plea2ant 2urpriii2e. al2o, kk, “fucka22″? ii mean ii’m flattered that you thiink ii’d be a top, but frankly that’2 ju2t iincorrect.

toreadorneverland: wELL,,,yOU SEEM REALLY HAPPY,,i’M GLAD!! aS LONG AS YOU ALL LOVE EACHOTHER,,, tHAT’S ALL THAT YOU NEED!! oNE,, uHH,, qUICK QUESTION THOUGH,,, nOT TO BE RUDE,,, bUT ARE THESE PEOPLE,,, wHO WE THINK THEY ARE? uHH,,, iT’S JUST,, tHAT THERE’S TWO PEOPLE WHO,,, uHH, sEEM A LOT LIKE,,, tHEY COULD BE,,,yOUR BOYFRIEND AND GIRLFRIEND,,

twosquared: aw thank2 t! and yeah, unle22 you’re liike 2uper mii2guiided, iit’2 probably them.

coolerthanu: yeah, we know, you three are the least subtle people on the planet. do you guys want emotional repression lessons from dirk or some shit? you’re so obvious.

twosquared: agaiin dave, thank2 for the offer but that 2ound2 awful, and no. al2o, can we wrap thii2 up? ii’ve got an appoiintment wiith the large cuddle piile of blanket2 and my cool hot boyfriiend and giirlfriiend on my bed over there.

shoutykat: UGH, *FINE*. WE ALL ALSO DIED IN FORTNITE WHILE YOU WERE GIVING THAT SPEECH ABOUT THE INFINITY OF LOVE ANYWAYS, SO IT’S PROBABLY TIME. WE’VE ALL GOT STUFF TO GET TO ANYWAYS.

coolerthanu: aw karkitty, if you were so excited to meet up with me, why didn’t you just say so?

shoutykat: ...SHUT UP.

toreadorneverland: uHH,, sOLLUX, aRE YOU GOING TO,,uHH,,dO THE SIGNOFF? ,,,i MEAN I CAN DO IT,, iF IT’S AN ISSUE,,,

twosquared: nah dude, ii know how you hate doiing the 2ignoff2, ii can handle iit.

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Sollux breathes a sigh of relief as the lights and cameras and monitors, one by one, click off, leaving the room gently lit with the glow of Feferi’s fairy lights strung up around the room. From behind him, a pair of arms wrap around his shoulders, the pink glitter on the nails softly shimmering. He greets her with a kiss on the hand, and soon he’s curled up with his boyfriend and girlfriend in bed. These nights are more common now, all of them legal adults in one house under the artificial stars of the LA sky.

“Eridan? Can you do that thing you do?” Feferi whispers, careful if for no more reason than to not break the soft stillness of the darkening room.

“What do you mean, dear?”

“The way you recite poems. You know, when I can’t sleep.” Sollux murmurs, lisp just peeking through.

Sollux can feel Eridan start to blush, even in the warm darkness.

“I... didn’t know you both..remembered it that much. If you’d like though, I’ll try.”

Eridan’s voice settles like a melody in the room, gentle and lyrical around the delicate words.

“How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach, when feeling out of sight for the ends of being and ideal grace..”

Sollux realizes that his hand is interlaced with Eridan’s, Feferi’s draped overtop. He doesn’t remember doing it. It is second nature to him, the soft affection of being present. The lights glimmer down to nothing. A peacable, if early, night. There is a sense of contentment, of a longing fufilled- one that he hadn’t known he’d had.

“I love thee to the level of every day’s most quiet need, by sun and candle-light”

Eridan remembers, absentmindedly, while saying words that he knows by heart. He remembers the grating harshness of loneliess- of wanting, so badly, to be fixed by another that he could not fix himself. He remembers the fear of realizing the way he loved was different. He can still feel the weight of all he has left to say, the idea of coming out to an audience built on dregs of rejection and rejecting hangs like the sword of Damacles over his head, but it is easier here. The world seems softer, wrapped in the gentleness of favourite blankets and the light of a waning moon.

“I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.”

Feferi has always wanted to do what’s right. She knows that she can’t always know what’s best for everyone, but she still feels guilt at every percieved slight. She loves too deeply, too fiercely, Eridan used to tell her, with too solemn an expression for such a young face. She had a heart big enough for the entire world. She knows that she wants to come out on her own terms- a teen starlet who’s pan and polyamorous is hot news to pick up, after all. She’s scared to, of course- she knows that a part of her soul will still be the little girl she once was, starving for affection, but she’s growing. Learning. And in the arms of the two boys she loves, she feels as though, for a moment, the entire world is right.

“I love thee with the passion put to use in my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.”

Learning the boundaries of their relationship when it was new wasn’t quite easy. it wasn’t something any of them had ever done before. Feferi was the one to suggest it first- it would break her heart, after all, to break either of theirs. They hated each other at first- rivals over a girl, tale as old as time. Still, it slowly simmered and faded. Sollux saw the walls of protection fall when Eridan brought Feferi a dozen pink roses, eyes not competing, but earnest. Eridan saw the bravado collapse when Feferi fell from the branch of a tree while filming and Sollux rushed to her side, eyes wide, hoping she was alright, begging her to never do that again. An understanding turned to an alliance, and an alliance turned to love. It was December, and they were sitting together at Feferi’s insistence, hot cocoa and a book to while the night away. Eridan read in the same voice, and at the ending, he left a feather-light kiss brushed over Sollux’s lips- and Sollux pulled him back in.

“I love thee with a love I seemed to lose with my lost saints. I love thee with the breath, smiles, and tears of all my life; and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.”

It was a warm night, cozy and cooled by the breath of autumn in the air, and there they lay together, lulled to sleep by the melody of a love poem and the gentlie chimes of wind on glass, Sollux’s heart filled to bursting with love for his sweethearts. There was a gentle, whispered, goodnight.

a/n: the poem is how do i love thee, or sonnet 43, by elizabeth batter browning. it’s like 4am so i didn’t proofread and i’m also very sentimental.

[bomberqueen17]

did he just say ‘making fuck’??

Sorry, I’ve realized that when these replying-to-replies posts crosspost to DW they’re basically incomprehensible, but if I try to add any formatting to make it obvious when I’m quoting a reply and when I’m actually replying to it, the whole thing just truncates. So... apologies, my DW lovelies, if you click through you can see I’ve got it all carefully blockquoted!

sugarspiceandcursewords replied to your post “replying to replies witcher playthrus edition”

Oh shit I have not heard or even thought about “Ber-SER-KER!!” in years and now I’m cackling. “Did he just say ‘making fuck’?”

God that movie is so good. I rented it from the indie video store that also had all the anime, and a bunch of friends lay on my bed with me and watched it on my computer, including I think both DF and my Dude before he was my Dude and was visiting for a weekend. It’s a weird lil memory to have! oh college. those were. such weird days. I can’t imagine now trying to cram eight or nine full adults into a double bed and having it not be weird, but that was just sort of how we lived once we didn’t own a TV anymore. (Which means it’d’ve been senior year, so, 2001, in the winter, which yeah, that’s when Dude came to visit his former roommate who was then my roommate who is now, fun fact, an NCAA fencing coach at a large university, and that’s when I met Dude.)

nogling replied to your post “now it’s time for that leisurely swim in the sewer outlet”

I cannot tell you how many times Geralt fell to his death off the top of that stupid, stupid lighthouse before I said fuck it and used a god-mode mod to make him immune to falling damage.

ohhhh hey. (WAIT does that mean you HAVE to fight the wyvern from the tower top???? Oh my god that was ridiculous.) You know, I have no idea how mods work but what I thought was really funny was that, I don’t remember what I’d Googled, but I found a  predictable thing about a mod someone had made so Geralt would be Super Shredded, but then I immediately found another mod someone had made to give Geralt a more realistic “dad bod”, and I was like, you’re all right, modding community, I don’t understand you at all but you’re all right. 

stele3 replied to your post “now it’s time for that leisurely swim in the sewer outlet”

There’s a barber on the right-hand side of Novigrad who is very drunk all the time and if you go to him for a haircut the first time he gives you something you did NOT ask for. You can also give Geralt short hair, a mustache, and a

soul patch. (Accidentally clicked Reply too soon.) it is a very Cursed Look and I recommend you get it at least once.

shit I gotta talk DF into Drunk Barber. Probably funnier if I don’t tell him why first. We’ll see if I’m up to the challenge.

I dunno I’m hard-pressed to think of a more Cursed Look than the muttonchops-and-mullet look DF originally went with.

brotherhoodoftheslice replied to your post “now it’s time for that leisurely swim in the sewer outlet”

Hahaha! The fork-throwing line is straight from a short story, except the problem there wasn't that no one could see him hit the rat, but rather how unnerving it was that he could 1. Obviously see in the dark, and 2. Throw random cutlery that hard and accurately. Geralt: Check this out :D Humans: O_____O Geralt: :C

wait you mean people aren’t super impressed with your freaky mutant powers??? Oh Geralt :( :( :( Poor baby just wants friends and the whole time he was growing up showing off your Freaky Mutant Powers was how you socialized, how’s he to know that’s not something outsiders are going to find awesome???

Them not being able to see that he’d succeeded is much funnier, though, I get it.

akilah12902 replied to your post “now it’s time for that leisurely swim in the sewer outlet”

Radovid isn't in charge of Novigrad, but he likes and supports the church of the Eternal Fire, so they (who are doing the mage burnings) have free reign anywhere in places ruled by him. And the church is centered in Novigrad. also, sorry, do go ahead and do Novigrad dreaming; there's a point where the quests diverge, and you get a Main Quest to try and find Dandelion, you wanna do all that first (like uh, if you were wondering where the point of no return was)

ALSO: Geralt! He's just so happy to talk to a friend!

Gotcha. And poor bb. He’s so lonesome, he’s just so lonesome. 

Oh my gosh now I kind of want to mash him up with the puppeteers in Martha Wells’ Wheel of the Infinite-- her Badass Solo Character (who is a grandmotherly devil-priestess) has interrupted her Solo Sulking Journey Across The Wilds by falling in with a troupe of itinerant puppeteers and it’s fantastic because the whole plot winds up set in motion because she has to go forage for an herb to make a medicine for a sick toddler and in the process rescues the Hot Young Barbarian Swordsman In Distress from certain death, and she’s this utterly terrifying badass and all the itinerant puppeteers love her and now there’s this barbarian swordsman stalking them in order to repay the life debt he owes her (and occasionally inappropriately bathing in temple pools and such because as a barbarian he doesn’t know better), and it’s just such a good first chapter to a novel. I wish more people had read that book, doing a rewrite of parts of it with Geralt as Maskele and Jaskier as the main puppeteer guy would be so entertainingly rewarding. But nobody’s read that book, which is a fucking tragedy and entirely a failure of marketing. (The first edition made the dark-skinned protagonist have green skin because alien is apparently more marketable than Black, and the second edition flipped the cover so the barbarian swordsman, who is white, was on the front cover and the protagonist was on the back. Sigh.)

mikkeneko replied to your post “replying to replies witcher playthrus edition”

I plan to play the game as soon as I have enough free time so I appreciate these posts!

Oh good! I hope this is in any way useful. There are like, way more comprehensive walkthrough strategies available of course, and even great videos that give you a wonderful idea of what to expect, but I figured-- well, this is how I’m getting entertainment and if I write it down it’s even more entertaining, y’know? I’m going for atmosphere more than accuracy though so like, don’t necessarily take my word at 100%, my notes aren’t all that careful. 

akilah12902 replied to your post “replying to replies witcher playthrus edition”

re: the eyes, that may just be the cutscene or something? I recall the full black eyes the one time I wound up with a ton of toxicity

It could just be you gotta hit a particular percentage. and DF hasn’t devoted any skill points to increasing how much toxicity he can take; I think during the convo the lil 💀 slider bar was a bit over halfway full but not, like, super close to the top, and I don’t think he’s set it up to take any more than baseline. His health bar was a funny color too.

[hermannsthumb]

Sgdhbdjfkl ignore if u want but I love the idea of newt leaving inappropriate sticky note messages on Hermanns desk, and Hermann scrambling to hide them before someone sees

I LOVE IT TOO.....im writing this if you dont mind....i have a 15 pg paper to write that i really do not want to write. sfw up until like....the end....nothing happens besides kissin, only alluded to in note form, but....

It starts innocuously enough. Inconsequential, even. Newton is called away last-minute from the Shatterdome to see to outside business (confusion over sample shipments, a mix-up in addresses, somehow) and, in lieu of an email or text, Newton leaves Hermann a small sticky-note on his chalkboard explaining that he’ll be out for the day and Hermann should not expect him.

See you at dinner, he ends it. ❤ Newt

The small heart makes Hermann’s heart thud oddly in his chest; he finds an ancient lidless tea-tin jumbled in with Newton’s snacks and ramen packets in their small kitchenette, disposes of the single remaining teabag, and hides the note in the tin (and then the tin in his desk) for reasons he can’t quite bring himself to admit to.

(❤ Newt. Hermann likes the look of that heart.)

Newton continues leaving notes, and Herman’s hoard grows over the next few months: getting takeout at that place you like bringing you back dumplings ❤ newt, borrowed your coat will return it! ❤ newt, mess hall at 4? in deployment bay rn ❤ newt. All equally innocuous. All equally unimportant. But only the ones that end with that little scribbled heart, not the -newts, not the -ns, not the tiny doodled lizard in glasses and a tie. Only ❤.

“Can I borrow a pen?” Newt asks one day, shaking and frowning at his own. “Mine’s dead.”

It’s paperwork day, specifically supply request day--Hermann’s filling out forms for the usual (chalk, instant coffee, graph paper), Newton’s trying his (poor) luck at an espresso machine and a toaster oven once more--so Hermann is mildly distracted when he grunts out his consent. “Desk.”

Newton crouches down next to him and selects a drawer at random; Hermann realizes his mistake a moment too late when Newton suddenly whistles and says “Dude.”

He’s holding out the tea tin. Hermann’s folded all of Newton’s notes, but even without Newton’s handwriting being visible, there’s no mistaking what they are: Newton’s personal use sticky notes are lime green and shaped like small dinosaurs. Hermann drops his pen and makes a grab for the tin, blanching horribly, but Newton dodges him and brandishes one of the notes in his face. ❤ Newt. “Dude!” Newton repeats. “You saved all these?”

“Er,” Hermann says. His face burns

“Why?” Newton says. He’s started picking through them. He’s sure to notice soon, that Hermann’s only saved the ones bearing Newton’s--well--love sounds pathetic. Affection, maybe. “They’re just...” He shrugs and grins at Hermann, a little bewildered.

“Give them back,” Hermann says, desperation obvious, and swiping for them again unsuccessfully. “Newton, please, give them back to me now.”

Newton’s finished going through them all. He stares up at Hermann, expression unreadable. His grin’s faded. “Hermann,” he says, the last one he’d posted up--will clean dirty dishes tomorrow dw!!!!! ❤ newt--clenched tight in his fist. “These--do you--?”

(You’re the one who signed the bloody hearts in the first place, Hermann wants to say.) He opens his mouth to speak. To think of some excuse.

Newton pulls him down by the lapels of his blazer and kisses him.

The notes migrate to other places in the lab, after that, become far more personal. your hair is getting long, Newton sticks in a container of chalk, it’s really cute. i like that sweater on his mug. let me take you out on friday? 9? on more paperwork. One afternoon, just a doodle of them kissing stuck to the tray of lunch Newton leaves on his desk. Newton drops the ❤ newt, but Hermann stashes them all in the little tin anyway. (Newton watches from afar with a sweet, dopey smile on his face each time, one Hermann’s certain he doesn’t know Hermann can see.)

Then they get less innocuous.

stop by my room later ;)))) posted to the uppermost part of the chalkboard. Graphic descriptions of just how much Newton enjoyed himself during their (wildly successfully) liaison the morning after. An appreciative comment on how Hermann’s trousers cling to his front today, exactly what Newton is fantasizing about at any given moment (dropping to his knees in front of the chalkboard, criminally misusing the emergency shower, spreading himself out over Hermann’s desk, spreading Hermann out over Hermann’s desk, exactly how he’d like to take Hermann apart with his tongue and two single fingers), a list of suggestions for what Hermann can do with Newton’s tie, speculations as to whether or not anyone’s seen Newton’s latest hickeys/limp/bruises and has discerned exactly what he and Hermann get up to after hours (everyone would be so jealous if they knew what a beast you are in the sack). Today’s is particularly graphic, and pasted dead-center on his desk, too: when we’re finished today i’m going to ride you and then flip you over and--

“Dr. Gottlieb?” a j-tech says, and Hermann snaps straight up.

“Yes?” he says, hoping his blush isn’t too obvious.

The j-tech had been lingering in the doorway for God-knows how long, but now he hurries forward, a clipboard in hand. “I was hoping you could look over some of these stats for us,” he says, and Hermann pushes his glasses up and nods, red-faced and flustered. An hour until he can go home to Newton--who’s left the lab suspiciously early--and Newton can make good on his promises. An hour, an hour--he’s scanning through the sheets, half-distracted by thoughts of Newton (what is Newton doing now? readying himself for Hermann? showering? undressing? touching himself impatiently, thinking of Hermann, waiting for Hermann, breathing out Hermann’s name softly, sweetly into his pillow), when he realizes he’s forgotten to cover up Newton’s note. One single glance to the left, and the j-tech is suddenly privy to Hermann’s entire, newly discovered, sex life.

Put simply: Hermann panics.

“I’m--er--very sorry about the mess,” Hermann says, once he finishes mopping up what he can from the poor charts with his handkerchief. He supposes he could’ve just slid his elbow over and covered up the note, but in the heat of the moment, upending an ancient and stagnant mug of coffee across his desk seemed like the most reasonable course of action. (The note is entirely unreadable now, as are most of the data the j-tech wanted his opinion on.) “Truly. Er. Muscle spasms. Very hard to control. Had them since--childhood.”

“Uh. No sweat, Doctor,” the j-tech says, taking back the soaked papers with a look of mild disgust. “I’ll just...reprint them and come back later?”

“Lovely,” Hermann says, and gives the man a curt nod. He fumbles around for his cane. “I’ll be going now. Please excuse me. I have--business to attend to.”

He hightails it out of there, but not fast enough to miss the j-tech call “Tell Dr. Geiszler I say hi!” after him, to Hermann’s sheer and utter mortification.

Newton’s on him the moment Hermann falls into his bed, though he’s tragically in pajamas and not nude as Hermann’d been hoping. (Nevertheless, in spite of the fabric barriers, Hermann wraps fingers around Newton’s pleasing rear-end and love handles anyway.) “Did you like my note?” Newton says in his ear, between teasing, biting kisses to his neck.

“You have a way with words,” Hermann says.