#he even said “oh i'm often in this area” which made me wait for something like “maybe we can meet again” but he didn't say that

[usernelly]

an elderly man kinda flirted with me after i let him skip ahead in the checkout line.

[therantsofawriterrr]

Hey love 💝 would you think about doing a Bucky Barnes imagine where he's madly in love with Wanda's best friend, who often visits the Compound. One day you're also over seeing Wanda but she's still in a Meeting or something, so you end up alone in the living area when Bucky gets there after training. First he doesn't notice you staring at him all shower-wet and half naked but eventually he notices you and gets all shy. Just until you simply walk up to him and kiss him, which he happily returns. You both end up in his bedroom, making love and cuddle afterwards where you both finally admit your feelings for each other. In the end you fall asleep naked and cuddled together. And that's just how Wanda and the others find you after searching for you the whole day. I hope it's not weird and okay with you 🫶🏼🩷 thank you !

Warnings: use of l/n and y/n once (never thought I'd ever be typing that, but ig there's a first time for everything), SMUT UNDER THE CUT MDNI, fluff too hehe, anyway tell me if i missed anything

A/N: Hello, sorry for the vvvvvv late reply, i changed stuff a bit i think, i hope you like it🫶🩷

Being the absolute SIMP he is, Bucky would absolutely always be asking Wanda about you, if you'd be visiting, and just trying to fish for information.

Being Wanda's bestie meant having a good rapport with the Avengers, the security guard and the receptionist. You were there pretty often, so even FRIDAY could tell it was you so she just gave you entry.

You always did whip out your phone to open the camera in the elevator though, just in case your hair was weird or something was stuck in your teeth. It was usually likely that the adorable but dangerous Bucky Barnes was there amongst the others, and even though you didn't talk much, you'd developed a crush on him because of his sweet clumsy antics around you.

So, just like any other day, you were in the elevator, expecting Wanda to come running over to hug her as soon as the doors slid open. But, surprisingly, there was no one.

Even as you walked out, there wasn't anyone on the couch watching TV, or anyone in the kitchen getting a coffee or anything.

"Hey, FRIDAY?" You called out.

"Yes, Miss L/N?" The machine replied.

"Where is everyone?" You asked next.

"Most of them are in a meeting, Miss L/N. It will take some time to finish, I'm afraid."

"Oh," you said, looking around the empty room.

"Shall I call Miss Maximoff and tell her you're here?"

"No, that's okay," you dismissed, batting a hand as you plopped down on the couch. "I can wait."

After about ten minutes, you got bored. You didn't feel like scrolling or playing on your phone, so you just sighed, setting your elbows on your knees and your face in your hands.

Some heavy footsteps made your ears perk up though, and you turned your head to look at the person who'd just walked into the hall.

And then, immediately, your mind produced just one sound.

AWOOOGA!

Because apparently, Bucky in low-slung grey sweatpants and nothing on top made you think of that.

Bucky, on the other hand, wasn't able to breathe because of the endearing scene that was your cheeks squished in your own hands.

He had the urge to peck the lips that were open in a small o, to trace the shape of those soft lips.

You looked a bit shocked, and for good reason. Case in point:

He was half naked. His nipples were staring into your soul. You liked it.

There was one drop of water that was enjoying its journey down from his Adam's apple to the valley of his pecs and then his abs to a place that you'd only imagined on lonely nights.

Low. Hanging. Grey. Sweatpants.

So, nobody could blame you for staring, and wanting to lick his abs, which were still shining from the sheen of water. He was probably straight out of the gym shower after training, your short-circuited brain registered.

It still wasn't fair that he had a body that any warm-blooded human being would want to be crushed by.

Bucky finally noticed her staring at him, and through the haze of his imagination, he realized he wasn't wearing a shirt. A flush of red went up his body as he burrowed his hands in his pockets shyly, making them go a little bit lower, making your mouth water.

Your mind produced another visual, licking down that happy trail and then sucking him off like he was a lollipop. You couldn't help but brush your thighs together, feeling yourself get a little wet.

Bucky noticed the little action and his cheeks warmed even more with shyness and a little pride, because he found that he affected you just as much as you affected him.

"Like what you see, doll?" He asked, trying to hide his shyness behind a cocky smile.

Caught red handed, your eyes immediately flitted to his, blue eyes shining with adoration and just a little embarrassment.

You felt a rush of boldness as you got up, slowly making your way to him as his eyes widened, gulping at the way your hips swayed with so much intent in them.

When you reached him, you threw your arms around his neck, crossing your wrists behind his neck, your nails and fingertips, brushing against his skin.

Those featherlight touches were unintentional, but it lit his body on fire.

"Yeah," you whispered, tipping your head up to look into his wide, curious but scared eyes. "I like what I see."

Then, you did something that you only dreamed of every night.

You closed your eyes and pressed your lips to his. His eyes widened even more for a second, before he bent his head down and kissed you back, a hand pressing on the small of your back, and the other going around your waist.

He pressed your body to his as the sweet kiss you were hoping for turned into a heated one, as his tongue swiped at your bottom lip, asking for entrance which you granted.

His tongue made you forget every thought as he played with yours, exploring your mouth as your hands played with the small hairs that ended on the back of his neck.

He groaned into your mouth, his hands going to knead your ass as he reluctantly parted for breath.

"Fuck, baby," he breathed against your lips. "You taste like candy."

You just hummed as you pressed your lips to his jaw softly, making him squeeze your ass. "You wanna take this elsewhere?" You asked huskily before nibbling on his earlobe.

He growled as he kissed her again, this time his actions were almost desperate.

He picked her up, her thighs going around his hips as her ankles crossed at his ass.

As soon as they reached his bedroom and the door was closed with a kick, he lay her down on his bed and started undressing her, just barely stopping himself from ripping it all off.

He wanted you naked and bare, and he was desperate for it.

As soon as everything was off, he just took a minute to stare at you, all spread for him.

His mouth watered as his eyes roamed, lingering at your pretty breasts and your wet pussy.

His hot gaze made you squirm, your pussy starting to drip a bit and the sight made him scramble to get the sweatpants off.

His pretty cock sprang out against his abdomen, and good god, you needed him inside you, foreplay be damned.

He still did make sure to stretch you out a bit with his fingers, scissoring two of them inside you just so that he could make it hurt less.

"Shhh, now doll, I don't wanna hurt you," he said, tone low and soft as his thumb drew circles on your clit.

You were just a moaning mess when he finally rolled on a condom and rubbed his head against your soppy folds and pretty little clit.

He couldn't help but double over when he was almost fully in you, your cunt sucking him in, clamping around him so tight that he almost shoved the rest of it in.

"Bucky, oh my god," you gasped out as he rolled his hips and worked himself in you till those crisp hairs at his base were tickling at your clit.

He bit his lip as he laid down his full weight on you, head lovingly resting on the valley between your breasts, hips thrusting in slow, leisurely thrusts.

He won't deny the fact that he had imagined this every night in the shower before he retired to bed.

He also won't deny the fact that he'd imagined being rough with you. Had seen both against the wall as he thrust into you like a depraved man.

But at the moment, he preferred this. Slow, soft, with your breasts on either side of him as he leisurely thrust into you, hitting that gooey little spot as he did.

You were whining and moaning, your hands running through his hair and rubbing soothingly at his back.

He lifted his head and shifted up a bit to capture your lips with his, both his hands starting to knead your breasts, rough palms brushing against your already pointy nipples.

His thrusts sped up just a little, his lips kissing down to give your nipples the attention they were begging for.

He was alternating between both peaks, hips never relenting, never stopping as his hands played with both breasts.

You both started moving urgently as both neared your climax, your pussy clenching around him, almost making it hard for him to move.

But he only kissed you again, tongue playing with yours as his hand went down to brush the little bundle of nerves.

Your legs started quivering as he started drawing tight little figure eights, holding back and waiting for you to cum first.

You cried out as you went over the edge, thighs squeezing at his hips as your arms hugged his shoulders.

He gave you three more sharp thrusts before his orgasm, burying his face into your neck with a long, drawn out moan.

A few minutes later, after discarding the condom and cleaning you and himself up, he was getting in bed beside you, draping his arms around you and tangling his legs with yours under the covers.

You giggled when you felt him press your body against his with a satisfied hum. He looked down at you with a cute little smile, feeling sated and free and light.

"You're beautiful," he whispered, pecking your nose.

You giggled again, your happiness just bubbling out of you. He started pressing soft, featherlight kisses at every inch of your face, wanting to hear that laugh that he adored so much.

"Oh my god, stop," you said between laughs, wiggling under the covers.

He chuckled with you, looking at you with a look that melted your heart. "I love you, Y/N. I think I've loved you for a while now."

The confession made your heart skip a beat, a big smile on your face. "I love you too, Bucky."

Then, you both kissed again, this one sweet with the promise of unconditional love.

Meanwhile, outside his room, there was a bit of commotion.

FRIDAY had notified Wanda of your arrival when the meeting had ended, but strangely enough, you weren't there.

She and the others weren't particularly worried about you, but still, you have to be here somewhere, right?

After looking everywhere, they started wondering if you'd left, before Steve found Bucky's door open, just a smidge of a crack.

He opened the door and froze, his eyes widening with surprise as his mouth fell open with soft gasp. The gasp then turned into a relieved and wonderful smile, his eyes softening.

Sam, thinking he could get another picture of sleeping, angel-face Bucky for blackmail ran to stand beside him with his phone in hand.

But then, when he saw the scene of you two sleeping, he decided that this was much better for blackmail, grinning from ear to ear, even as he thanked the heavens for his friend's happiness.

[foone]

The way it works is it's a surgery to make you immune to a bullet.

Note, that's not the same as being immune to bullets. You're only immune to a single shot: if someone shoots you twice, you're dead.

You can take the surgery again, though. The only real limitation is that you gotta wait 2-3 weeks between each time. But if you've got the money and the time, you can be as bulletproof as you want.

It doesn't "refill", by the way. Often when the surgery is explained people think it's like "a bullet a day" or "you can get shot once a year" or whatever. Nope! Once you've been shot it's just like you never had that surgery to begin with. If you want to "refill" that immunity? You have the surgery again.

No, there's no upper limit to how many times you can go, that we know of at least. There's one guy in Florida who has made it "his thing" to get the surgery as often as he can. He's currently up to about 50. Obviously there's some people online who've said they're gonna shoot this guy and lower his "record", just to be countrary.

Anyway I'm sure there'd be people who have even higher numbers (anyone who has "getting shot" as a major occupational risk, ie, politicians, soldiers, cops, and anyone doing any kind of residental survey in rural areas), but they only invented the surgery like three years ago, it's just simple math: you can't do much better than that guy.

The invention of the surgery hasn't done much to decrease gun sales, though. I mean, there's been a slight increase in people buying guns with larger capacity, for what I'd consider obvious reasons.

I did see an article suggesting that in the long run it might end up increasing the sale of guns. See their analysis is that two factors are going to drive up gun ownership:

1. People will be more willing to shoot at trespassers and thieves and such, because it'll be more like a warning shot: if they have some immunity, it won't be murder. So far that hasn't really happened as not that many people have the surgery yet. Although it's spreading fast, only major cities have surgeons trained in it, and often waits for surgery can be months long.

2. Conversely, people are going to be more likely to break in and rob and trespass if they know they can't be shot dead for it, because they got the surgery. There'll be a minor uptick in home invasions and such and this'll cause a big predictable panic among middle class homeowners who are now terrified some hooligan is gonna break into their house to steal their iPads. Thus they go throw money at security systems and cameras and guns.

So who knows at this point. If the cost (in both time and money) comes down, maybe it becomes super common for people to be so effectively invulnerable to guns that there's really no point in owning one?

I do agree with the common consensus that this is going to drive a big increase in crimes committed with knives and such. Why take a risk that your target might be immune?

Which reminds me of another thing to clarify because sometimes people online get this very wrong: it's only for bullets! You are not immune to getting hit by a car or poisoned or set on fire. Don't walk into traffic or anything, jesus.

Oh one last thing: there is a blood test that can tell if you have immunity, but it can't tell how many times you've had the surgery. You gotta figure that out yourself: so ask your doctor, search your emails, something. Every day I'm hearing from healthcare workers saying someone came in to get the blood test and it had to be explained to them that we can't tell how much protection you have: only if it's there or not. And I feel like a fool for having to say this, but REMEMBER to subtract any times you've got shot! (if you have been) Obviously!

EDIT: In light of recent events, people are sharing this post and arguing about it a lot, but let me be clear: grazes and small cuts do not count! The exact dividing line is too complicated to explain here (look up "circulatory shock" on Wikipedia), but basically if you don't end up with a big hole in you, the shot doesn't trigger the immunity.

That's how it works: you could have an ear blown clean off, and you'd still not trigger an immunity. So please stop spreading that idiotic conspiracy theory that a former president didn't have any immunity. You can barely run a high-school without being required to have immunity to hold the position, because what if someone shoots you? Come on! Of course he has immunity.

For all we know he's got some prototype experimental shit they use on president's that got him up to 200 in a couple days. There's endless rumors of the DoD funding billions in black budget items to that sort of thing, because of course. Who wouldn't want a way to make bulletproof soldiers? You don't think the soviets are pouring even more into it?

[crystalandparrot]

Rottmnt x Reader

Chapter 1

Please don’t steal or use ideas without permission :)

This is an AU! The reason will be explained in later chapters, but in this AU, the yokai and mutants are fully integrated with humans. The hidden city mainly consists of Yokai and mutants with the occasional human visitor or partner.

Donatello is an independent scientist who still goes by Othello Von Ryan. He found out through trial and error that he was not made for a group laboratory. Now Donatello mainly confides himself in his lab at the lair, he's expanded of course, a man of his caliber shouldn't have to deal with such a small area. He's made great strives in the scientific community, solving some of the world's leading problems. Having won numerous awards, he still finds himself unfulfilled somehow.

Michelangelo is a successful artist, both on paper and in the kitchen. He records himself on the internet, hoping to inspire young minds to fulfill their dreams, no matter how they may look. He prefers to try anything and everything he can, gaining many new skills and discovering new things about himself. Although his desserts were delicious, the feeling of being alone only left a sour taste in his mouth.

Neon Leon. Successful actor, known for being one of the first openly Yokai actor. He inspired other Yokai's and mutants to remove their disguises and embrace what makes them unique. Leon made the world laugh with his one liners and his comical timing. His range is crazy, going from musicals to action, his talent knows no bounds. Although he has romance on the screen, he couldn't hope for something a little more...real.

Raphael (and don't skin me for this), the sweet turtle, became a guidance counselor for trouble youths. You know those kids that throw chairs? Yeah, Raph helps them. More often than not, Raphael recommends the wrestling team, which Raph just so happens to coach. Raph's helped a lot of kids figure out how to reel in their anger and get to the root of their problems. Raph's even managed to give a few select students permission to cut class and go to the weight room if they felt too angry. But no matter how many people Raph's saved (and no matter how much Raph spoke in the third person), Raph couldn't help but feel like there was one more person he needed to help.

April O' Neal. Some say she's the greatest hands on reporter of all time. With Sunita as her partner and camerawoman, the two get dirty, discovering the real problems that people won't report. April's most successful and controversial paper, "Yokai, Mutants, and Humans, oh my!" gained incredible popularity after people read just how many Yokai and Mutants were feeling neglected. Due to April's paper, the government passed a law, allowing Yokai and Mutants to come up to the surface and reveal themselves with no prejudice. It's still an ongoing battle to give everyone the fairness they deserve, but April and Sunita O'Neil fight for justice.

(Y/n) (L/n). Oh wait! That's you! You're a kind hearted soul who's just gotten a job at the School's library. You must really love the Dewey Decimal System...oh you have a nickname for it? Wonderful...You're a creative soul with a passion for helping. You have a myriad of skills, all of which may not have helped in getting this job, but they might help in getting something else. Your day starts off, relatively normally...

Having just moved back to New York after living in the Hidden City for five years was...different, to say the least. Saying goodbye to the nice old tortoise Yokai you had been staying with, you headed out, bags in hand. "Bye, Mrs. Shapiro! Call me if you need someone to water your plants!" You said, waving to the wrinkly tortoise.

"Oh, goodbye dear. I'm gonna miss you. Oh! Drop by Erin's on your way out!" The tortoise Yokai, Mrs. Shapiro, waved a long clawed hand at the you.

You nod with a smile and shut the door behind you. Heading down the street, you waved to friendly Yokai and mutants that walked past. After seeing the street clear a bit, you pulled your phone and headphones out of your pocket. Popping in the earbuds, you played your favorite playlist you found on Spotify. It was titled, 'Jammy Jams', the description being 'Songs for elite music listeners'. The playlist and many more like it, all with a theme of some sort, Studying, Building, (crime fighting?) Jogging, all came from one account by the name of Othello.

As you scrolled through the playlist, you saw the little notification. 'Othello is listening to Weird Science'. With a shrug, you tapped the notification, the song blasting through your headphones as you matched where Othello was in the song. Definitely an oldie, but it fit him...or her...or them—it fit the vibe! As you continued scrolling, adding some of the songs to your own playlists, you didn't hear the three voices yelling nor the shocked gasps of the onlookers that quickly moved out of the way.

A sudden PUSH and you were on the ground, groaning next to a stranger as Technologic blasted through your headphones.

"C'mon, Dee! He's getting away!" A turtle Yokai with dark hair in a half up, half down bun, ran in place and pointed to the direction that they needed to go. He wore an orange mask, had stickers and paint all over his shell, and in his hands sat a Kusari-fundo.

"No, no, I'm fine, Michael." The turtle Yokai next to you, (Dee?), stood up so suddenly, you thought he teleported. He wore a purple mask that wrapped around his head, his-tech goggles sitting on top. On his arms were multiple hi-tech screens and buttons that wrapped around his arms on large bands. Looking on the ground, he spotted his phone and your own, both faced down. He quickly swiped one up, and tucked it in his pocket, "May this be a lesson never to text while running!" The turtle pointed up at the sky almost heroically.

"You crashed into me!" You said defensively.

The turtle Yokai made a noise of surprise and looked down at you, as if suddenly noticing you for the first time. "I was actually referring to me." He muttered, coughing awkwardly. Without warning, two metal arms came out of his...shell? It had to be a shell, right? But it was more purple and armor like. The cold metal of the arms shook you out of your thoughts as they lifted you onto your feet.

"Oh, uh, thanks." You said, now just as awkward as the Yokai in front of you. "Don't you have to—" you pointed your thumb behind you, where the other turtle was freaking out.

"Donnie!" The orange clad turtle whined.

"Right." With a bit of showmanship, the purple clad turtle picked up your unlocked phone off the ground and handed it to you. As you took it, you noticed how he made sure your fingers did not touch. "Adieu, madam." He gave a slight bow and left, joining his accomplice in their efforts.

You giggled as he left, the whole interaction being odd. You looked down at your phone, the screen dimming. You tapped it to ensure it stayed unlocked and reopened Spotify...except, why were the apps in a different format? And your headphones were cutting out, and the background is different, and...what's the use? You know the truth, you switched your phone.

[sxfterhearts]

cafe crush

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ jiung x reader (+ side co-worker!theo) ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

♡ genre/warnings: just fluff!!

♡ word count: 2,371 words

♡ summary: 88. “I'll see you later.”

♡ author’s note: i have not written in literal YEARS. but this is a quick one that i whipped up due to a) my ongoing obsession with p1harmony, b) that cursed gif of jiung in the purple hoodie asdfghjhkld, c) my own experience (aka this is heavily based on my cafe crush HAHA) and d) a sudden itch to write?! i'm so rusty, so expect nothing. enjoy!!!! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

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“Just ask for his number!”

“Oh my goodness, stop it!” You hissed at your co-worker, Theo, elbowing him in the ribs. “You’re being so obvious.”

“Oh, shut it.” He retorted, trying to defend himself. Mere seconds ago, Theo was teasing you and laughing boisterously, attracting the attention of some other café patrons. “Not nearly as obvious as when you ogle at him as if he’s your prince charming or something.”

“Not true!”

“So true!”

“Who’s next?” The barista called out from behind the counter. You nudged Theo forwards in response, hoping to linger at the end of the line for a bit longer to catch a glimpse of your prince charming.

Well, okay, you were being dramatic.

He’s not technically your prince charming. He’s not your anyone, really. But he is the super-hot-waiter-who-works-at-the-café-you-frequent-with-your-colleagues-everyday (you figured prince charming was a shorter and more convenient name).

It all started out as an innocent crush – someone who piqued your interest, really. You noticed a month or two ago that there was a new face at your regular café. He was probably around your age, perhaps slightly older, with strikingly silver hair. The first time you laid eyes on him, you nearly choked on your iced latte. He had the kindest eyes that turned into little crescents and a bright smile on his perfect face as he spoke calmly to the café’s never-ending patrons and urged them to write their names down on the waiting list. You even saw him put out a bowl of water for a cute corgi like a true angel, all while taking pictures of it using his phone.

The café you frequented nearly every single workday (and sometimes, even on non-workdays) was super popular. On most days, there was a long line of people waiting for a table at the entrance, and a small group of customers huddled around the takeaway station. You weren’t surprised. After all, the café was in a popular suburb, and they brewed coffee using well-sourced beans they freshly roasted in-house. The coffee always hit the spot for you, whether it was an early Monday morning, or a midday pick-me-up.

Throughout the weeks, though, you found yourself making the short ten-minute trip to the café more often than usual. You used to go to other cafes in the area. Granted, this suburb was filled with many high-quality coffee houses. However, you would be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t go to the café just to catch a glimpse of your favourite barista.

Slowly, you started to find solace in your little café trips. What used to be an obligation to get a shot of your daily caffeine, transformed into a little bit of me-time when you had the luxury of making the trip on your own. It gave you an opportunity to walk around the neighbourhood, or even walk the office dog when she was in (which got lots of attention from the locals along the way). You couldn’t explain it, but the anticipation of looking for something (or rather, someone) and finding them exactly where you expect them to be, brought you a sense of pure satisfaction.

Seeing him there, standing at the entrance greeting customers, or balancing three plates of brunch on his long arms, or even taking orders with a big smile, brought you a sense of calm and familiarity.

Your mind flashed back to one particular Friday, where the weather was ominous outside the office, and you were periodically nodding off at your desk. Something about the gloomy weather made you want to go home, crawl under your covers and take a nap. Just as you were re-reading the same sentence for the nth time, you decided to make a trip to the café. After briefly checking the time (you were lucky – it was only 1:30pm), you headed out with your umbrella in hands.

The moment you stepped outside, you momentarily regretted your decision. The skies had just opened up, and rain started to fall. You hesitated but decided that there was still four hours left of the workday, and there was no way you could get through it without a proper hit of caffeine from your favourite café. So, you braved the wind and the cold and made the trip down, clutching your tiny umbrella tightly in your fists the entire time. When you arrived there however, the rain reduced to a tiny drizzle, and the wind appeared to calm down as well. Just as you rounded the corner, you caught a glimpse of the familiar purple hoodie. With your heart thumping in your chest and a bright smiled plastered on your face, you took a quick glance towards the owner of said hoodie (who was busying himself with introducing the signature brunch menu to a table of first-time customers) and headed towards the takeaway counter.

“How can I help you today?” The barista at the counter broke you out of your trance as you reached the start of the queue.

“Hello! Can I get a cold brew please?”

“Of course! Our cold brew is self-serve. Do you know how to work the taps?”

The cold brew and batch brews were served in coffee taps in this café. It was a favourite amongst your colleagues in the office. When it was sunny, everyone flocked to the café to get a cup of their cold brew.

“Yes, I do.” You chirped in reply and proceeded to pay and thank the barista, wishing them a good day.

As you made your way to the coffee taps, you caught a glimpse of your favourite waiter in the corner of your eye, filling up a bottle of water on the sparkling water taps behind you. You held your breath as you scooped a bit of ice into your takeaway cup and placed it under the tap. He was only five steps away from you, and you struggled immensely to keep your gaze fixed on the coffee instead of him.

While it was certainly fun to self-serve your own coffee, the lids always proved to be a challenge for you and everyone else. Theo himself spilled one too many cups of coffee at this exact spot, just because he couldn’t get the lid on the right way.

When the coffee finished pouring, you grabbed the cup with clammy hands and took a lid off the pile. “Here goes,” you breathed, feeling the eyes of not only the waiter but also the other baristas on you as you attempted to put the lid on.

Your tongue stuck out in concentration, fingers pressing around the rim of the cup. Your breath hitched when you felt the cup bend slightly under your touch. This was probably not going to end well.

“Do you need some help?” A voice spoke from in front of you.

You paused, heart nearly beating right out of your chest from the nervousness. This was the first time you’ve ever had any sort of interaction with the waiter, and for some reason, his velvety voice made your knees a bit weak. It was smooth and deep, like a cup of perfectly blended and roasted coffee.

“Ah…” You laughed, slightly embarrassed. Looking up, you flashed an unsteady smile. You were close enough for once to read off his nametag – Jiung. So that was his name. “I’ve got it, Jiung.” You said, determined.

You looked down before a shy smile appeared on his face at the sound of his name rolling off your lips. You took a breath, and tried again, this time with a slightly different approach. You got half of the lid to catch on the cup, finally, and just a little bit more until you got it secured, and you were so close, just a little bit –

“Ah!” You gasped in shock. Turns out, you pressed a little too hard and the cup folded in on itself, spilling half of the drink on the countertop.

“I saw this coming; you should’ve let me help.” Jiung teased in a light-hearted manner, hands already armed with a cloth to clean up the mess you made. He handed you a paper towel. “Here, did you get any on your clothes? Clean up and I’ll get you another one.”

“Ah, no.” You did a quick check and thanked the heavens that your grey sweater was safe from the coffee damage. “I’m sorry…” You said sheepishly, cheeks turning pink. “I swear I did it properly last time.”

“What’s taking so long? Ah, Y/N, you did it again.” Theo peered over your shoulder and shook his head in disapproval.

“Again?” Jiung questioned, trying to bite back a smile.

“Shut up, Theo!” You whipped your head around and shot daggers at him with your eyes. “It’s fine, I’ll meet you back at the office.” You squinted and stared at him, trying to communicate with him non-verbally to leave you alone with your café crush.

Thankfully, Theo was smart enough to get the message. “Alright, I’ll tell Keeho you’ll be late to the meeting because of your little accident.”

“Go!” You hissed, threatening to throw your used paper towel at him. His arms shot up in surrender as he backed away and walked back to the office.

“Your coffee.” Jiung said, presenting you with a perfectly covered cup of cold brew. “Next time, don’t be afraid to ask for help. You’d be amazed just how many people have done that.”

“But you guys make it look so easy, I thought I could do it too.” You pouted, accepting the drink and slightly brushing over his fingers as you did so. Your body tingled at the short-lived moment of skin-to-skin contact.

Jiung laughed at that. “You’re forgetting that we do hundreds of these a day. Let the experts handle it, okay?”

“Jiung, lunch!” One of the chefs yelled out from the kitchen.

“In a sec!” He yelled back. Turning back to you, he said, “I’m gonna go on my lunch break soon. Anything else I can help with?”

You gnawed at your bottom lip for a few seconds and played with your fingers which were interlaced around your cup coffee. Jiung couldn’t help but to watch and stare at your lips as you did so, hypnotised. “Actually, there is…”

“Oh, were you waiting on takeaway food? If you’re in a hurry I can check with the back if you – ”

“No, actually,” you interjected softly. “I was wondering if… I could get your number?” You asked, uncertain. “Only if you’re single, of course.” You took a sip of your coffee to calm yourself down. Clearly it didn’t work because you started to ramble. “But who am I kidding, you obviously have a girlfriend. Anyways, I’m late for a meeting so I should just go…”

Just as you were about to turn around and walk away and hide at your office desk, Jiung waved his hands out to stop you. “Wait!” He said belatedly, after opening and closing his mouth for a minute too long. “I- I- I don’t.” The two of you locked eyes, remaining silent for a few seconds to let his words sink in. “Hold on, you just- I just- I -” He shook his head and heaved a sigh. “Sorry, just give me a sec okay? I’m on my lunch break, I’ll walk you back.”

You couldn’t do anything but nod at his words as he turned around and raced back to the kitchen to grab his lunch. The minutes felt like hours as you waited for him, sipping on your coffee, and allowing the cherry and chocolatey notes to invade your tastebuds. You felt a bit numb after your confession that wasn’t really a confession, yet your heartbeat refused to stop thudding against your ears in anticipation. You really couldn’t tell how this would end.

“Hey, sorry I took so long.” Jiung said, breathless, as he came around the other side of the counter, dressed in a black cap to match his black hoodie. Now that he was standing in front of you, you realised just how tall he was. “Do you work around here, Y/N?”

You shivered at the way his voice wrapped around the syllables of your name. You could only look up at him and nod and point in the general direction of your office.

“I thought so, I see you here all the time.” Jiung continued, slowing his footsteps to walk at the same pace as you as you lead the way.

“You noticed me?”

“Of course, how could I not?” He replied, hands coming up to rub the back of his neck as an embarrassed grin paints itself on his features. “I’m always waiting around to catch a glimpse… of you…” His voice got softer and softer and trailed off towards the end of the sentence.

“You do?” Your eyes turned as wide as saucers.

“Yeah, seeing you is the best part of my shift.” He says, as plain as day, as if he was stating a well-known fact, or reading out the weather forecast, or answering a math question.

“Seeing you is the best part of my day.” You countered.

“Are you sure it’s not just the caffeine?” He teased, bumping your shoulders as you walked with matching steps.

“That too,” You admitted, lips pulling into a small smile. “But seeing your smile in the middle of a boring workday makes things a lot more bearable.”

“That’s…” Jiung trailed off again. “So cute.” He burst into an uncontrollable fit of laughter in combined fascination and disbelief, and you thought that nothing, not even the sounds of angels singing at the gates of heaven could be better than this. “Oh, here.” He stopped and pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket. He reached out for your hand, and dropped it into your palms.

“What’s this?”

“My number, silly. What are you doing tonight? If you’re free, let’s grab dinner?”

You couldn’t hide the pure excitement and joy seeping out of your body. It took everything in your power to not jump up and down on the spot. “Yeah,” you breathed out, still unable to believe that shooting your shot actually worked for once. “Yeah, I’ll see you later at 6.”

[shrimplymoray]

Hellooo, hope you are having a nice day! I discovered your work not long ago, but I already liked it a lot! I'd like to order a Cody/X Virus x Reader, in which the Reader is a biology nerd who is enthralled by Cody's skills and knowledge! Just the two of them being adorable nerds together!! 👉👈🤧💕

((it's so hard to find content about Cody, and it makes me particularly sad because he's my favorite creepypasta! 🥹🥹🥹))

Anyway, thank you in advance!! 💞

HIHII! I'm so sorry for the long wait, my life has been wild this last couple of weeks, but I'm back at writing and YES CODY'S FANS RISE UP!! Love me when he is a psychopathic scientist lol. Hope you enjoy this!

X Virus x Biology Nerd Reader

Cody normally keeps to himself in his lab, and is not really used to having people besides EJ or Toby around. So when he gets assigned a lab partner, he got skeptical.

He couldn't understand if this was some wild scheme from the others to make him interact more, or if you were actually someone with enough knowledge to work with him, but he couldn't complain since it was orders from the proxies.

You were going to be Cody's lab partner due to your area of knowledge on biology being similar in level to his, and you were certainly excited to find someone with an interest similar than yours, from what you heard of him.

When you did come to the lab, and looked around the place, you were certainly excited with the amount of biology related stuff. It was all you ever wanted, and it made your love for the subject bubble out.

Cody met you right there, on the lab, and at first he was REALLY skeptical, because you looked decent.

'since when does a scientist looks decent? They will not understand at all what I'm doing'

But the moment you opened your mouth and started accurately guessing what each thing he had was, his eyes sparkled. No way...

"Oh my god, you have a guide to the human cardiovascular system! Do you use it often? I bet you do, look at the amount of stuff that needs an intravenous application..."

"Wait, you actually know what you're talking about?"

It didn't take long to Cody to open up about his current researches and projects, like his experiments with the xelymtopa virus, or how he was experimenting on the maximization of effects on cyanide based poisons.

You were excited and eager to know, even bringing your own hypothesis on what could happen depending on the person he experiments on, which he appreciates.

Soon enough you were one of Cody's closest friends (and maybe he had a bit of a crush on you too), and were together everywhere, freaking everyone out by your casual talks about deadly diseases and poisonous animals.

Cody, while doing his work on the infirmary with EJ, opened up about how he felt close to you in a deeper level than anything, but he couldn't put a finger on what exactly he felt. EJ advised him to be open with you besides the work talk.

Cody felt confused and even a bit scarred. Open up about feelings? That is not like him at all...

His mind went in circles on how this was a bad idea and how he would lose your friendship, and you were the only one that actually understood what he said for once, but... EJ never wronged him. Why would he be wrong this time, right?

The next day, on the lab, you were working on one of your projects, some vaccines for one of the many viruses samples Cody had, when he came inside the labe with something behind his back.

"Hey, uh, I hope I'm not interrupting but... Can I talk to you for a second?"

After you looked at him and nodded, he basically dumped all of his feelings for you at once, and you couldn't help but giggle at how the usually confident in himself Cody was a blushing and rambling mess.

You did feel the same towards him, and he breathed a sigh of relief. He did have something to give you, your very own test subject. It was a golden poison frog, which was being securely held in a small vivarium.

Let's just say that both of you are probably the deadliest couple in the manor, and that if anyone bothers one of you, the other is very capable of performing inhumane tests on them just out of spite.

Hope you enjoyed it! I am not particularly knowledgeable on Biology, never had very good teachers on the subject, but it was certainly fun to write this. We need more Cody love in the world fr fr.

[dracarialove]

Secret Desires

*Check the 'secret desires' tag if you haven't read chapter 1

[Chapter 2: Luminescent Beauty]

In the new cave, they found hundreds of lime green mushrooms and sprouting fungi along the walls, all glowing vibrantly to brighten what would normally be pitch blackness.

Their light made visible the countless shards of blue crystal embedded in the stone, which sparkled in contrast with the gray slate.

Rouge was dazzled at the gorgeous natural beauty of the abandoned cave. She stood staring at it all, completely entranced, even while Shadow stepped forward.

"I can guess what the people up there were using this cave for," he said, running his hand along the flatter parts of the bejeweled wall.

His echoing voice brought Rouge out of her daze, her mouth forming a grin as she darted towards her partner. One arm linked with his and they stood shoulder-to-shoulder while she gushed over the discovery.

"I can't believe we actually found something! I mean, of course I never doubted our gem-scouting skills, but this place is beautiful! And we might not have seen it if not for that hole! Oh, Shadow, I can't wait to chip out some of these pretty little crystals!"

The hedgehog smiled, treasuring her passion, but he couldn't bring himself to do more than that. A hug would be nice, but it would also be… too much right now. Too much for them.

Likewise, Rouge caught the impulsive urge to kiss her friend on the cheek for how helpful he'd been, but she reined in her excitement. A kiss would be too much for Shadow, even such a small one. She wouldn't do that to him.

She pulled away and approached the wall, giddy to get a closer look at the gems and even the mushrooms that glowed so alluringly. The crystals shimmered and sparkled under the green light being projected across their smooth surfaces.

Different shades ranging from light teal to royal blue boasted from angular segments embedded in the dull gray rock around them, waiting to be collected.

As for the plants, Rouge wondered if they had some sort of mystical quality to them. Their otherworldly light suggested they were far from ordinary mushrooms.

Some were solid green while others had splotches of darker patterns along their surfaces; along with tiny holes dotting the dark spots. Their larger size also implied they were more mature than the solid-colored buds.

"Careful," Shadow muttered as he walked past her, reminding her not to get too close to an unfamiliar plant.

Rouge reached out and grabbed his wrist, making him stop, then retrieved one of her jewel-hunting tools: a small pickaxe, little enough to chip away at a surface one-handed. "You should worry less about me and more about getting these gems out of the wall!"

She pushed the axe handle into his grip and let go of his arm. Shadow quirked a brow at her while she produced another pick from her supply stash, inquiring, "You keep a pickaxe on your person, but not a flashlight?"

"Hey, I can't carry everything with me," she countered, approaching the wall. "And I'm a bat. I can see fine in the dark."

She raised her tool to ready a strike, but his voice echoing again made her pause. "So you don't need light, but you need two axes?"

Annoyed, Rouge let out a sigh and fixed her partner with a serious stare. He was smirking at her, seeming to get a bit of enjoyment out of teasing her – as she often did to him.

With her hand on her hip, she snipped, "Yes, in case one breaks! Now would you go back to being helpful so we can get out of here?"

Neglecting to say more, Shadow honored her request and turned to claim a different section of the cave wall, leaving Rouge to work on her side. The sound of metal clanging steadily against stone rang through the cave as they chipped into the slate surrounding chunks of sapphire.

Piles of bold cobalt and light blue gathered at their feet on opposite sides of the enclosed space, and once they'd claimed all the jewels in the immediate area, they stopped for a break.

"Look at all these beauties!" Rouge chimed lovingly as she scooped up a handful of jewels. They glittered in her palms. "And they're so small, I bet we could stash a ton more! It's not like anyone will miss them."

"Hm, good thing this cave isn't much deeper," Shadow commented, looking at the second half of the stone room they hadn't yet excavated. "I fear you'd keep me down here for days if there were many more of these gems."

"Feeling claustrophobic?" her womanly voice teased, long lashes fluttering as she leaned close to him.

A deep scoff echoed off the walls. The hedgehog stared her down, feeling his heart rate rise as the thought crossed his mind that he could never be too close to Rouge. He said, "I don't have such a fear."

"Ooh, nerves of steel," she teased again, and left his air space to return her jewels to their pile. "Well, I'm glad I chose you to come gem-hunting with me, then! No one else would brave risky terrain under a massive mountain and let me keep all the riches for myself!"

Shadow enjoyed the happy bounce she gained in her step when she was excited about collecting shiny new things; it rubbed off on him, and he felt more in a mood to banter with her. "Did I say I would let you keep all of these?"

She turned to meet his gaze again, her eyes wide and mouth dropping open. One hand flew to her chest. "Shadow! Are you saying you'd take a cut of the loot? I thought you agreed precious jewels are my thing!"

He trailed his vision over the collection of crystals at her feet and grazed his fingers over his chin in contemplation. "I'm considering changing my mind."

When he looked at her again, the bat squinted her eyes, pursing her lips as she read his expression. It brought a smile to Shadow's muzzle, and he couldn't help but let out a chuckle, breaking the illusion.

He surrendered, "Alright, I'm bluffing. There's no tricking you, is there?"

Her glossy smile charmed him when she replied, "Not when I can read you like a book! Granted, you are getting better at that. I almost believed for a second you might be serious."

"Worried you, did I?"

"Of course! You know how I feel about sharing my bounty!"

Shadow laughed, his smooth, dark voice dancing along the stone and rumbling lightly in his partner's sensitive ears. The pleasing sound of his laughter had a warmth to it that sent goosebumps rushing over her skin, and Rouge grinned at the handsome smile that graced his face, his pearly fangs flashing in a show of joy she rarely got to see.

It was like a special gift only she had the privilege of receiving, in times like these when their back-and-forth was lively and playful. She just wished it happened more often.

They chose to rest a minute before getting back to work. Shadow decided to sit and gather his crystals into a tighter pile for easier pickup.

Rouge, after stretching a little, once again became intrigued by the glowing fungi clinging to the walls. It was odd to her that they were growing nowhere near any kind of dirt or grass, instead seeming to sprout directly from the stone.

She took a closer look at the tiny holes dotting the more mature mushrooms, a little creeped out by their irregular placement but unable to shake the strange urge to stare.

She was in the middle of wondering if there was a chance they could be edible when the bud she was staring at deflated a bit, and a cloud of spores exploded from its holes.

They sprayed into Rouge's eyes and invaded her nose, also getting sucked into her mouth when she exclaimed. Shadow's attention drew to his partner, who stood with her eyes clenched shut, grimacing and spitting out the earthy-tasting spores. He sprung to his feet.

"Rouge!"

"Agh! Ew!" she cried out, rubbing her eyes and spitting again.

The hedgehog rushed to her side and put a hand on her back, asking, "Are you okay?"

"Damn shrooms… yeah, I'm fine." She blinked her eyes, feeling the initial sting fade away. "It doesn't hurt much, just stings a little. Tastes terrible, though."

Shadow glanced at the little cluster of plants and saw a small dusting still slowly escaping it. "Let's get away from these mushrooms."

He found a spot near where they'd entered, where no fungi was growing, and led Rouge over to it. She was holding onto his arm and trying – in a ladylike manner – to gently blow the spores out of her nose.

"Sit down," coaxed the hedgehog, returning the hold on her arm and helping her rest on the ground. "We don't know what effects these mysterious plants can have on you."

He sat next to her, their shoulders touching, and kept an eye on the disgruntled lady. The assault from nature didn't seem to have left any sort of rash on her face, nor were her eyes bloodshot or tearing up; but she was leaning against him, likely for support from whatever she was feeling, so he wanted to be aware.

"We shouldn't stay here," he stated. "It might've been poisonous, and if so, I want you to get treatment as soon as possible. I'll only wait long enough to make sure your vision is okay, then we're going."

The seriousness in his tone implied to Rouge that he wouldn't be letting her gather more jewels. "Cutting our expedition short just for that? I feel fine enough…"

She trailed off because she knew he would contest her, his red eyes sticking to hers while his natural frown deepened. "You're smarter than that. I know it's disappointing, but we have an entire cavern to go through before we get out of here. It's too risky to keep mining."

The subtle implications of his words didn't go unnoticed. Shadow wasn't merely being safe in the face of danger; if it was anyone else, he likely wouldn't be so vigilant.

He certainly wouldn't be this staunch about leaving if the dusting had happened to himself. This was a level of worry reserved for his best friend.

Rouge's brows upturned a bit, but not in disappointment at their adventure ending. Rather, she felt endeared that he was taking her health so seriously, and her shiny pink lips curled at his concern.

She playfully bumped her arm into his and said, "You must care a whole lot about me if you're not budging on this."

His gaze wavered from hers, the Ultimate Lifeform reserving himself from the strong feelings that filled his chest when she looked at him that way.

"You know I do… I shouldn't even have to say it. Nothing is worth letting you get hurt. Besides, I think we have an abundance of gems to add more than enough shine to your collection."

Rouge never took her eyes off him, turquoise irises scanning over Shadow's face with adoration. He'd gotten much better at being more open with her over the years, though there were still some moments when it seemed he couldn't handle committing physically to the affection he verbalized.

Even saying one of the kindest things she'd ever heard, he couldn't make eye contact at the same time. But in this cave, the bat didn't care about the walls he still kept raised around his heart.

Dismissing the unspoken boundaries they'd established, she wrapped her arm around his chest to drape it over his shoulder, pulling him in for a hug and letting her other arm occupy his back.

Shadow's eyes widened, his reflexes freezing when she tugged his body close to hers. Their cheeks brushed together and the side of her face rested against his. He didn't pull back, letting her hug him and considering wrapping his arms around her, too.

"You're sweet," she said, her voice soft and loving.

Shadow didn't know what to say. His tongue felt heavy with all the possibilities that could come out; like just how much he cared about her, a compliment to turn her appreciation into his, the insistence that his 'sweetness' was more akin to common sense, or the thanks she deserved for not hesitating to treat him like someone deserving of intimacy.

Instead of settling on one, unable to decide what should be said, he let the moment become silent. His arms slinked around her. He accepted her embrace, however unexpected.

But he also assumed she would pull away soon. As occasional as a hug between them was, he thought it wouldn't go on, the physical contact doomed to make one of them feel awkward after a little while – awkward enough to reject the emotions that'd brought them together in the first place.

And he would accept that, as he always did, because he respected her. If his teammate-turned-confidant decided they shouldn't get too cozy in each other's company, he wouldn't argue. He wouldn't beg for it.

However, he wouldn't be faced with that disappointment this time. Rouge didn't pull away. Unbeknownst to him just yet, she wanted to get even closer. And she would not fight her feelings anymore.

[bloodinthegutter]

Little review of Deep Cut, but it's mostly me being your hyper fixated friend

First of all, hi. I don't think I've really talked about my thoughts on any particular comic run or mini series cause I started this blog specifically as a Marauder fan blog and, unsurprisingly, they're not really in the comics that often. I've thought about talking about past storylines or highlighting certain moments from comics, even if it's just one issue out of a hundred. I might do that going forward while I wait for the next thing to come along for me to relentlessly post about.

By the way, I'm not a critic. I'm very casual going into pretty much everything, and I'm way more positive than I am negative. Please don't listen to me. Please.

Okay, so how did I like Deep Cut, since it did kinda feature the Marauders? I dunno, it was fine. Nothing grand, just a little Logan side quest. Fun for anyone who's looking for a quick Wolverine story, and probably fun for anyone who's nostalgic for the Claremont era (although, I am one of those people, and I'm still sitting here not really sure what to say about it. This is hard).

I got the feeling throughout the first issue that yes, Claremont has a story to tell, he wants to fill in the gaps from forty years ago, which is great, I like that. Claremont definitely knows how to write Logan in a way where someone could read his dialogue or thought bubbles or the text boxes of him narrating to me and I’d go, “Oh yeah, that’s definitely Logan talking.” Same with Sabretooth. I’m not even that big of a Sabretooth fan, but I’ve always loved his dynamic with Logan, how he literally just loves fucking with him. It’s, like, the one part of their dynamic that usually gets lost when they adapt X-Men into movies or shows. 

I saw some people on various sites talking about how they didn’t like the art very much, and yeah, there were some…interesting design choices in certain areas…

...but I didn’t think it was horrible. 

I think this whole part was the highlight of my experience with reading this series:

She seems so excited. I love that for her. And I loved seeing the Marauders use teamwork. Greycrow definitely said it best when he said "Marauders win when we fight as a team." Brought me back to reading the Mutant Massacre as a kid and being like, "Oh no, these poor Morlocks...these Marauders are pretty cool, though." Fuck's wrong with me? Haha...

So, funny enough, I think where the series started to waver a little bit for me, personally, was after Logan realized that Sabretooth was a clone. Because whereas issue #1 with the whole fight between Logan and Sabretooth felt like it could be just a one-issue thing, a little gift from Claremont to us, the other three issues felt a little like he didn’t entirely know what to do with the rest of the story. To me, it kind of felt…over? After the first issue? If that makes sense? There were three issues to go, and I had been looking forward to seeing the Marauders, but I was still like, “Really? There’s more?”

I mean, of course there’s more, but something else that was kinda crazy to me was how underwhelmed I felt following the Sinister battle. I don’t know why, because after a fight with Sabretooth, two Marauder fights and an extra one where he, for some reason, didn’t kill any of them, Logan going up against Sinister should have been the moment where I clapped my hands and said, “Here we go, boys! The moment we’ve all been waiting for!” But I wasn't. I was just like, "Oh. Okay. That's cool."

Granted, I did like seeing Wolverine and Sabretooth team up, albeit briefly. That was cute.

But I think it being the last issue of a mini series kinda made me expect it to be a little rushed, so even though I typically go into things without any high or low expectations, I still felt a little underwhelmed. As much as I love the Marauders, I’m genuinely a little surprised that we got two full issues with them and not more Sinister. I’m not exactly complaining, but I can tell this might disappoint some other people.

Not that I care what other people think. Here's some pictures of my favorite character doing some poses:

I randomly just remembered that I met Chris Claremont at a comic con when I was 15 and he seemed genuinely surprised when I told him that I liked the Marauders. I really hope this mini series doesn't exist because of me. I'm haunted by memories of my still-existing cringe.

Anyway, like I said before, I'm not a critic. There's a bunch of Wolverine-centric podcasts that do deep dives into Wolverine comics waaaayyyy better than I can, and probably a million other users on Tumblr who have expressed their thoughts on this series in better detail than I did. I didn't hate Deep Cut, and I am just glad I could see my favorite villain group together again in a mini series this year, but it was still a pretty underwhelming read. I still have so many questions, too, that just seem like retcons now, like are the original Marauders still alive out there? Can Sinister not make clones of them without the originals? Is Hellions Greycrow a clone? Or is he the real Greycrow? And maybe the zombie Marauders were the real ones? But then where's Vertigo...?

None of that matters. I'm literally laughing at myself right now, I'm obsessed.

Closing thought: what the ever loving fuck are Scrambler's powers?

[tobiasdrake]

And Sea of Stars.

Time to tackle some trials.

These little lantern doo-dads are cutie-patooties, is what they are. I'm a little weirded out that they drop Berries though.

Do they eat the berries? Do they grow the berries? Are these plants or herbivores because it's freaky either way.

Alright man, we gathered your weird giant artifacts and now we understand Live Magic. Do we pass?

Honestly, I don't know why you made a token gesture of a fuss about letting Garl in here in the first place. He can use Live Magic too. I know it's because of Something Something Solstice Warriors So Attunement and all that but. Still.

If the presence of a Solstice Warrior nearby means everybody gets superpowers then this is one area where having normies along is a total benefit. The more Live Mana channelers, the merrier.

Anyway, you can give me my certificate or whatever and we can--

...okay, so apparently that was happening while I was talking.

Man, I have got to stop going off on monologues in the middle of dramatically tense conversations.

I just want it on record that I think it's unfair of you to make us build the robot body that you are going to crack my skull with. I think that demonstrates poor work ethic on your part. And that I would like to file a formal complaint with your manager.

That's fair.

Hold up, nobody said anything about prophecies. We were just told to learn "to use magic without using magic".

Fuck yeah, gift with purchase!

But we already began our journey!

Ten years after beginning our journey.

I'm so tired of beginning our journey.

Oh man, I am going to ruin so many people's sleep schedules doing this. This is the most catastrophic power yet.

It's not even a toggle. Like, a lot of games have the ability to SHLOOP straight to dawn or dusk, often with the implication that you aren't really changing the time of day so much as you're just skipping forward in time, either with or without your PC.

But no, this is whole-ass fucking time-of-day manipulation. I can crank the sun back and forth like a DJ at a turntable. WICKA-WICKA Your lunch hour is gone.

This might actually be a sound basis for one of those Superpower Registration Act storylines. I'm about to ruin the lives of every single person on the planet because this bridge is solar-powered and I don't wanna wait around for the right time of day.

It's nice to know that it's not just Moraine. We're all inconsiderate pricks. Imagine doing this instead of. Like. Any other possible locking mechanism ever.

We already have locks that you just zippy-zap with a bit of lunar magic and they open right up. But no. I'm going to crank the sun back to 8 AM every time I want to cross this bridge. Fuck you.

Hold up. We sealed ancient evils inside a prison whose locking mechanism is a specific time of day? I feel like there's a flaw in that plan.

Well. That's horrifying. Anyways, it's prophecy time.

HA! Told you lunar magic's superior. Even Sun Warrior Zale needs a little bit of night to become the best version of himself.

Zale's prophecy is that he needs to be more like me. My prophecy is that I'm next-gen Jesus. I WIN.

Does Garl get a prophecy?

That's. Not. A prophecy. That is whining about our decision to bring a normie disguised as a prophecy. Man, everyone's prophecy sucks but mine. Even time recognizes that I'm the best one in this group.

Oh, there's more. So he gets a prophecy and also some whining. Elder Mist wanted to clearly establish that he's only delivering this prophecy under duress.

Though the prophecy itself is pretty good, actually. High five, Garl. We're both better than Zale.

That's going to be our ticket to Wraith Island. We need to be there before the eclipse which is... uh... an amount of time away. Shouldn't be too far off. Depending on side quests, of course.

Of course, if we miss the eclipse, I could probably just timey-wime the days back until the day of the eclipse anyway.

Giants are our travel mechanism? Do they, like, shoot teleport lasers out of their eyes or something?

O_O CAN HE MISS!?

[jokers-ghoul]

RT ⁘ Love for Love's Sake

POV you're unfortunate enough to watch this series with me.

Episode One Myungha is a thirty-year-old man going back into a high school era to make this track star happy - plot line similar to 17 again? Wait, death? What is the love supremacy zone? It is somewhat explained when Myungha looks it up on his phone, but how must Myungha grow Yeowoon's affection? Homie only was upgraded to a -7 from a -20.

Like Myungha, I'm curious about if the penalty of death means in the game or in real life? LOOKING AT YOU GAME SYSTEM THAT CAN KILL YOU IRL IF YOU DIE IN THE GAME 🤡

Episode Two Why is Myungha known as the Mad Dog of the area, but often mentions he doesn't hurt kids. I know he still believes himself to be a 30y/o man, but he's clearly in high school at the moment. Also, does the game adapt to each character? Myungha was so surprised to see his grandma and not surprised by the reputation he has. He also promises to protect his desk mate if anyone tries to bully him, so obviously his reputation isn't wrong.

Why is Yeowoon clinging to Myungha and worried about Myungha avoiding him if he views him as a nuisance? Oh, he really showed up for Kyunghoon too. How are the debuffs decided? One time it was the strange light, something small falling from the tree, and then the tteokbokki? Myungha finally got out of the negative affection level, lol.

Episode Three Yeowoon not letting Myungha go with Sangwon - then Sangwon asking if they're dating, lol. Then Yeowoon getting flustered when Myungha decides to stay the night. Myungha and Yeowoon have a lot of similarities in their lives. Sangwon really won't leave Myungha alone. Sangwon is even accepting Myungha beating him up as long as he notices him, lol. Oh no, is Yeowoon upset because Sangwon was sitting next to Myungha?

I'M SORRY WHAT?! Why did Yeowoon just sniff Myungha and accuse him of smelling like a girl? Sir! siR! That is not how friends act! Oh no, Yeowoon thinks Myungha is dating Si-a because of the call Myungha answered. But why is he even upset about that? Yeowoon keeps Myungha at arm's length 🤔Now Yeowoon is avoiding Myungha again. Oof back to -10. -60! That's so mean. He does a million things to try and get Yeowoon to like him and messes up a couple times and loses all the progress he had made.

Not Myungha taking Sangwon's side when Yeowoon goes to fight him. I'm sure it's because if he pulls Sangwon out first he's less likely to try and continue fighting Yeowoon. However, that's harming Yeowoon, especially when Myungha tells Yeowoon not to go near him.

Episode Four Turns out it was Myungha reacting to a debuff in Yeowoon's arm. Why did he fall down the stairs? Because of the ominous debuff he took from Yeowoon? Sangwon finally feels bad about calling Yeowoon a beggar because his hyung gave the shoes to Yeowoon. OMG the speed at which Yeowoon's affection for Myungha is going up - he really said you want to see some real speed? HE'S NOT SUPPOSED TO WEAR NEW SHOES AT A COMPETITION! Sir, bffr right now.

I love how Yeowoon isn't hesitating to eat now when he used to. And his affection for Myungha keeps growing rapidly. Myungha hasn't told Yeowoon he fell down the stairs yet. Pleaseeee Yeowoon only wants to go there to see how you interact with Si-a. 📢 YEOWOON WANTS TO KISS MYUNGHA TOO!! Not Sangwon settling scores of Myungha without him asking though. The way Yeowoon literally lights up when Myungha promises to go with him to the amusement park!

Why is Myungha dreaming about Yeowoon wanting to kiss him after Yeowoon thought about kissing him? LOL Yeowoon is so babygirl coded, please.

P.S. The real question is: if this is how Yeowoon treats Myungha at 8pts affection, how will Myungha handle Yeowoon at 100pts?

Also, the "Love Supremacy Zone" makes me think of Love Alarm. Not sure why.

[silverpoints-terminal]

>> Ask About Memories:

Goodness gracious I spaced out. I figured out my question, though. So I will reconnect.

Heh, doing this is kind of spooky.

>> [You're back. Took you a while.] >> [I'm listening.]

Yeah it is... a bit more complicated than I thought. There's a bit of story to this.

So, I dream. Not often, but I do. Whether that is intentional for the simulation or not I have NO idea, but the focus is on the content.

All the dreams have the same thing in common. They happen before the Sun is restored, they include NIko, and I mention something about a library card.

I wanted to shrug it off, but it makes sense now that I know that this is not the first session, so I guess those events could be real.

Well, are they?

>> [Probably, that was part of the original protocol. There were some things that were planned ahead, to guide Niko's journey.] >> [You were one of the people the Author knew best and a contributor to my creation, which is why you played a role in that story.]

So all of that was meant to happen, huh...

I guess nothing I did there was my choice, but I can't say without knowing what happened.

...Wait, contributor? I didn't know any of that.

>> [Ah, that part of your memory was likely not included. Or it could be locked, somewhere.] >> [My creator didn't do everything alone. I know my siblings played a role as test operators. But I have notes on you and a few others, who all provided guidance in your areas of expertise.] >> [You, the original Dr. Silverpoint actually, was in charge of adding code for some untamed robots, including the second Prophetbot.]

Well I... do KNOW I worked on Prophetbot, and I know I worked together with the Author in other projects...

Heh, that actually brings me back to my original question.

I think it's clear that I have some memories of previous sessions.

But, on the other hand, I can't seem to remember ANYTHING before that. I know of the events, but I can't SEE them or FEEL them.

I don't REALLY remember what it was like to work with the Author, or Silver, or even you, if that is something that I apparently did.

>> [NPC memories weren't made to last beyond the scope of a session. It stands for Non-Persistent Conscience. It's not exactly a good descriptor anymore. We're not in a scripted session anymore, what you do now is your own choice.] >> [However, all the information about who you are and your life was built into your code, but is not exactly lived by you. It's information, not lived memories.]

But the prior sessions were different. If I have these vestiges, they have to come from somewhere. They have to exist somewhere.

>> [Likely.]

When I talked to Prophetbot, I noticed he had encrypted memories of the time period that the messiah arrived to the world.

When I asked about it he said he wasn't "Allowed" to answer... by who? Do you know what any of this means?

>> [Oh, I guess that confirms your theory.] >> [It is evidence that individual residents have their own memories, then.] >> [A robot may have them encrypted, a living being may need the right reminders... But it adds up.]

Can I unlock mine? And are you the one restricting Prophetbot?

>> [I don't know, but you could try. And yeah, the restriction is likely enforced by me. Not consciously, but I can control it now.] >> [I assume it was to prevent contradictions.] >> [I could lift it, for you.]

Thank you, I would like that.

>> [It's done. You can ask Prophetbot for assistance, he may know what to tell you.] >> [Anything else I can do?]

I think that solved most of my questions. You're a good conversation partner, you know that?

>> [Surprising assessment. I do not speak often.]

You better accept it, because it's true.

I'll head out to find Silver now.

>> [Silverpoint, do me a favor.] >> [Don't tell Silver about me.] >> [I don't want her to know about me. I don't want anyone to do that for now.] >> [She has her own suspicions, but I don't think it would benefit her to know.] >> [She could... If you talk to her you will understand.] >> [Can you respect that?]

I know, I know. I will do my best, okay? I can keep a secret.

>> [Off you go now.]

See you, World Machine.

[snowbatsims]

VAMPIRE INTERMISSION #4, part 2

It looks like someone is home.

RUNE: Huh. It's decorated? What day is it?

RUNE: Wait.... it's my birthday, isn't it. How old am I now, anyway? Seventy-something? Eighty? RUNE: ...eh, the number doesn't really matter. I'm old enough to have elderly siblings, I know that much.

RUNE: Hello? Anyone home? MORTEN: Hi!!!! Hello! You're home!! RUNE: I am. What's up? RUNE: No really, what's up with all the party stuff- RUNE: Did you set up a birthday party for me this year? MORTEN: Yeah!!! :D RUNE: Alright. MORTEN: Um, just one caveat though... I didn't know how to contact your family about it. I'm so sorry. I did invite a few other people, but- RUNE: It's fine, I'll invite them myself.

RUNE: Frøya! Hello! We're hosting a-- RUNE: Oh. You can't come?

RUNE: Aha. I see. So Odin and Frigg moved in? RUNE: Babies? RUNE: ...... RUNE: Alright. RUNE: I see. Great. RUNE: Fine, I'll see you all some other day then...

RUNE: Soooo when was this starting again? MORT: Oh, it already did! As soon as you got home... I think the guests should be arriving anytime now. RUNE: Oh. MORT: Also, you look like you just got back from a pride party? That's so perfect, hah. RUNE: Well, maybe I did! Someone at work arranged it. RUNE: Since it's autumn, it was hosted indoors, so I could actually attend for once. Got this shirt for free too. MORT: niiice :D

In the meantime, Einarr is preparing drinks.

And Rune spots a familiar face.

RUNE: ERWINNNN!!! DUDE!! I've missed you!! ERWIN: Me too! RUNE: I haven't seen you in what, ten years now? Man, we really need to talk more often. You have a Social Bunny, right? ERWIN: Yeah!! RUNE: Awesome, I'll make sure to add you then. RUNE: Isn't the trip from Strangerville to Brindleton really long?? ERWIN: Oh, it is! I just happened to be in the area this week.. and then I heard from Mort that it was your birthday, so I figured I'd drop in.

RUNE: Oh, come here you-

RUNE: Anyway... alright, just wanna make sure: you're not still mad at me, right? ERWIN: Wha-- oh, that! ERWIN: Yeah, no, Strangerville has been fine for years. It's all good, there are no mother plant zombies in sight, besides the Roswell guy, but we all agree he's the resident weirdo. ERWIN: We're fine. I think. RUNE: Only mostly. ERWIN: Hm? RUNE: Kvikindi got infected. Again. While she was at college. ERWIN: Kvikindi? RUNE: The green alien kid we brought along with us. See, she went back, and now she needs a cure again. ERWIN: Oh... ERWIN: How did that even happen?! RUNE: She said she drank from some guy... ERWIN: OH. ERWIN: THAT'S GOT TO BE, ERWIN: TED ROSWELL.

RUNE: Damn, of course somehow we forgot to cure the weirdest one of them all... ERWIN: Ah, don't worry! ERWIN: I've done a lot of research since then, and I've found that it's not exactly contagious, unless you literally ingest the spores, which can only be found in the blood of the infected these days... We will take care of this, right? RUNE: Yeah, we really need to craft up another set of cures somehow... ERWIN: You're always welcome at my place, my man.

RUNE: Wait, you have a place to call your own now? ERWIN: Well, kind of! Mr. Cahill died recently, and he left the Old Penelope in his will, to me. It's mine now. RUNE: Wait, that was the local plane wreck, wasn't it? ERWIN: Yep! RUNE: Oh, you live in a plane wreck now? ERWIN: Yeah! Isn't it cool! Definitely beats living in a dusty motel room! RUNE: I can imagine. Morten, downstairs: THERE'S FOOD!

MORTEN: Are you sure you want to eat that cake? I mostly made it for the human guests- RUNE: You made this cake for my party, and also I would feel really rude not to. RUNE: Also I'm curious. MORTEN: No seriously, you really don't have to!

RUNE: I still have tastebuds. I want to try something other than blood for once. MORTEN: Your weak stomach though?? RUNE: I can handle it.

He could not, in fact, handle it.

MORTEN: Dude... don't tell me you tried that cake too. EINARR: Apologies, curiosity for your baking got the best of me as well. Sadly, all I'm finding out is that my tastebuds are really not what they used to be. MORTEN: Einarr PLEASE- EINARR: Alright, no. I cannot stay here. Just excuse me for a moment-

MORTEN: ...Einarr? MORTEN: Good lord what have I done.

Rune discovered his pile of gifts!

RUNE: Oh?? Is all this for me? NEAT.

RUNE: No way... An embroidered rainbow! Cute!! RUNE: Einarr, did you make this? Thank you!!

RUNE: Wait, is he here at all? MORTEN: Last I saw him, he had to excuse himself for a bit... BAT: ????!

NICOLE: Hey, where did all your hair go? EINARR: Eh, just had an incident. Figured it would be quicker to simply chop it all off for a bit, instead of awkwardly taking a bath during a party. NICOLE: That seems a bit drastic, man. EINARR: It's really not. NICOLE: You sure?? That braid of yours looked like years of growth. EINARR: Not for me. It will all be back by tomorrow. I am serious - do not worry about it.

EINARR: Wait, did anyone here even want macaroni and cheese? EINARR: Why did i start doing this again? EINARR: Eh, too late to stop now.

ERWIN: Wait... you were that infected alien kid, weren't you? KVIKINDI: Who the hell told you that :)

MARIA-ELISE: Hey, so I've been thinking - since I'm your mother, and am also honestly getting a bit too close to the elder stage, would you mind if I moved in with you guys? MORTEN: Oh?? I'd love that! MORTEN: I do think I would have to check with the others before making any final decision, though. MARIA-ELISE: Great! I'll stay around when the party is over, then. MORTEN: Sounds good.

After the party was over, Einarr decided to pick up every stray plate around the house, which somehow included running outside.

Overall, a pretty successful evening.

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[misc-obeyme]

unchained - chapter twelve

masterpost read the chapter on ao3

recommended music: Oh Death by Noah Gundersen word count: 3831

GN!MC x Arsenios [demon OC] a/n: I know I said Arrie wouldn't be in this chapter, but I lied okay? But his appearance is short, I'm afraid. Most of this is other OCs but their part of the story is important! The next chapter is one of my favorites, though. :3 Also shit is about to hit the fan so prepare for that I guess lol. Warnings: none

The Celestial Palace kitchen was as busy as it always was. Gabriel hovered in the doorway, watching the angels moving to and fro. They made all the food for the entire palace, which was a lot. But they were efficient and had a routine in place.

Gabriel saw the angel they were looking for, at one of the prep tables in the area where they made desserts.

Zebulon was a lower ranking pastry chef. Gabriel was lucky that he was not only good at his job, but he was often willing to make things for Gabriel on the side.

Zebulon was a large angel, all round belly and bright smile. He wore a Celestial Realm chef's jacket, complete with gold buttons and blue stitching. Both of his arms had complete tattoo sleeves and he had sparkling gold piercings in his ears and eyebrow. He kept his dirty blond hair short but wild and he also had a neatly trimmed if somewhat thick beard.

Gabriel waited until it looked like he was done with whatever he was doing, then zoomed in. They landed beside him and Zebulon startled.

"Gabriel!" he said, as soon as he realized who it was. "You scared me!"

"Sorry," Gabriel said. "I was just wondering if you could maybe make something for me?"

Zebulon folded his arms. "Oh? Such as?"

Gabriel twisted their fingers a little. "I need an ocean of clouds cake."

Zebulon cocked his head a little. "You haven't asked for an ocean of clouds cake in a long time," he said. "You going to visit Azrael?"

"Yeah," Gabriel said. "You know I can't show up without that cake."

"I mean, you could," Zebulon said. "What's going on? Is everything okay?"

Gabriel waved their hands a bit. "It isn't about me," they said. "Well, not exactly. It's complicated."

Zebulon sighed a little. "All right," he said. "I'll make the cake for you. Just be careful when you go down there, okay?"

Gabriel giggled. "C'mon, Zeb, you know it isn't dangerous for me."

Zebulon slumped. "Yeah, I know. It'd be dangerous for me, but you should be okay. I can't help but worry about you, though."

Gabriel patted Zebulon's shoulder reassuringly.

It didn't take him too long to make an ocean of clouds cake for Gabriel. They thanked him profusely before leaving the kitchen. Now they were prepared for their trip into the cave.

-

You couldn’t stop thinking about Arsenios. Even when he wasn’t in class, he was on your mind. And there was no doubt you were on his, too. He would text you whenever he didn’t come to class, letting you know that he was okay. The threat of Caligo was looming over both of you, a constant source of worry and uncertainty.

And you noticed how even on days when Arsenios didn’t come to class, he would often show up to walk you home from RAD. You didn’t say anything about it. You were always happy to see him, even if he did seem a little more on edge every time.

You had found yourself at a bit of dead end when it came to learning more about what had happened in the past. There was nobody left to ask. Caligo himself seemed like the only person who could potentially tell you more. And Arsenios was already doing everything he could think of to find him.

It was one such afternoon that you were walking home with Arsenios beside you, his mind clearly elsewhere.

“Any luck finding him?” you asked.

Arsenios met your eyes briefly. He didn’t seem startled or confused. If anything, it was as though he was anticipating your question.

“If there’s one thing he’s good at, it’s hiding,” Arsenios said. His voice was mellow and thoughtful, rather than frustrated as you had been expecting. “Part of it is just biding my time. He wants something. And that means he can’t hide forever.”

“Don’t you want something, too?” you asked.

Arsenios sighed. “Yeah,” he said. “But he’s more desperate than I am.”

You frowned. You didn’t know if that was really true or not, but you decided not to question him about it.

Still you weren’t happy about this situation. You were getting tired. You stopped abruptly.

Arsenios took one step before coming to a halt beside you and looking at you with curiosity.

“I hate this,” you said. “I’m constantly worrying about you. You don’t have to deal with it alone, you know? Let me help you.”

Arsenios smiled and for a moment, the warmth of his regard was like a burning flame. He took your hands. “I know I can’t stop you from worrying,” he said. “And I know I’m asking for a lot from you. But I just need you to trust me a little bit longer.”

“Arrie,” you said, not letting his charm distract you. “That reaper has your grimoire. Even if you find him, won’t he be able to control you? How could I let you face him alone?”

Arsenios watched your face, his eyes clearly taking in your little frown, even as the smile never left his. “You’re forgetting one very important thing. I know my enemy well. I won’t let him win.”

“I think you’re too cocky,” you said, flatly. “You know him, but you sympathize with him too much, too.”

Arsenios laughed. “Are you scolding me, MC?”

You frowned. “I-“

“Don’t stop,” he said, insufferable smile still on his face.

You huffed and started walking toward the House of Lamentation again.

Arsenios chuckled and caught up to you, taking your hand in his and turning the conversation to more pleasant topics.

-

Gabriel balanced the ocean of clouds cake in one hand while they placed their other hand on the blank wall of grey stone in front of them. At the end of the path in the middle of a random forest, this cliff side stood. To anyone who didn't know better, it just looked like regular stone, part of the landscape.

But long ago, Gabriel had been told how to reveal the entrance of a cave by that cave's single occupant. They muttered the words of the spell. A hole opened up there, dark and average sized - just enough for an angel to get through.

Gabriel went inside, following the narrow tunnel through the cliff side. Most angels were not allowed access to the reaper's cave and officially, Gabriel didn't have access, either. They had to be careful, in case anyone sensed the opening spell being used when it shouldn't be. But this was an odd time of day and Gabriel was willing to take the risk.

Eventually, they emerged from the tunnel into an enormous cavern. There was a massive pool on one side, full of black water, shimmering oddly in the dim light. From within its center, a column of souls swirled upward, disappearing into a ceiling that was so far up, it was hidden in the darkness. A single shaft of Celestial Realm sunlight filtered down from a crack in that ceiling, piercing the column of souls as they passed through it.

All around the edges of the cavern were lanterns - elaborately made of stained glass and black iron, illuminated by magic that gave off an eerie silver glow. Due to the colors of the stained glass, that silver was transmuted into a myriad of oranges and purples.

To the left of the pool was an area where the rock had been carefully carved into a functional space. It had smooth walls, decorative columns, and even inlays of gold. There was a huge set of double doors set in the wall across from the pool. They were black with purple and orange designs painted on them and massive gold handles.

Across from this door, on a sort of platform, was an L-shaped desk of gleaming metal and glass. It had three large computer monitors in the L and the rest of it was covered with towering stacks of papers.

There were other, small doors far back in the shadows, but Gabriel had never been past this main chamber.

While the entire place was an odd mix of grandeur and ruggedness, the space was absolutely dominated by the figure that sat behind the desk.

The most prominent feature was the pair of massive wings that expanded out beyond the edges of the already enormous desk. They were grey at the base, the tips of each feather tinged in blazing orange and sparkling silver. Long black hair that was floating as though it was partly fog, the edges stark against the bright orange garment that also seemed to be floating, the ends of a thick purple sash rippling in a non existent breeze. The form of this being seemed almost loose, moving oddly through the air like a ghost might. The wings were the only part that didn't act like this, solid in their enormity.

Gabriel was alarmed to see this form, as it wasn't often that it emerged.

Gabriel entered the room cautiously, coming up to the desk and slowly placing the cake on the edge of it. They couldn't see the being's eyes at this point, which meant they must be closed?

Gabriel cleared their throat softly.

Nothing happened.

Gabriel said quietly, "Um?"

Still nothing happened.

Gabriel let out a sigh and said, loud enough for it to echo through the cavern, "Azrael?"

Two bright orange eyes became visible and immediately the form snapped into itself.

The wings shrunk, becoming a manageable size, the hair stopped moving, and the body materialized.

In his usual form, Azrael looked like a regular angel, although with some strangely colored wings and odd fashion choices. He kept his long black hair in a single ponytail, which was often coming loose and leaving strands falling into his eyes. He wore a bright orange and purple robe with wide sleeves. He didn't seem to care that black was a color more often associated with death and he had said to Gabriel on multiple occasions that he dressed to bring out the color of his eyes.

He blinked at Gabriel for a moment and then smiled upon recognizing them.

Azrael's smile was surprisingly soft, a gentle thing that somehow both comforted Gabriel and filled them with a sense of foreboding.

But that wasn't Azrael's fault and Gabriel knew this now. They smiled back at him.

"Were you napping?" they asked.

Azrael startled a bit. "Ah, sorry about that. I didn't know you were coming, Gabriel."

"I didn't warn you ahead of time or anything," Gabriel said. "I just came on my own. Do you always revert to that form when you sleep?"

Azrael sighed. "Why do you think I have that huge bed? It barely contains the mess that I become when I'm asleep. At least I don't go into kill mode, so my claws don't ruin the mattress itself."

Gabriel had never seen what Azrael called his "kill mode," but they found they wanted to know and didn't want to know at the same time.

"I'm learning new things about you all the time," Gabriel said.

Azrael waved a hand, which was a task considering the width of his sleeve.

Gabriel slid the cake across the desk toward Azrael. "I brought you this, courtesy of Zebulon."

Azrael's eyes ignited and he clasped his hands together. "Ocean of clouds cake? Gabriel, you shouldn't have. But it does make me a little suspicious. What could possibly provoke you to come here after so long and with an offering of cake no less?"

"I'm here because I need to ask you something important," Gabriel said. They had begun hovering again, something they couldn't help when they were nervous.

Azrael knew this. He raised an eyebrow as he pulled two plates and forks out of his desk, as if he kept them there just in case a cake should come along. "Gabe, what could you possibly ask me that would make you so nervous?"

Gabriel landed again and almost laughed. Very few people called them Gabe, but somehow having the fiery and ominous Azrael say it was funny. They schooled themselves and folded their arms. "This is serious. I need you to tell me about the music demon."

Azrael threw up his hands and groaned. "What a mess that was!"

"So you know what I'm talking about?" Gabriel asked.

"Of course I do," Azrael said, leaning his elbows on his desk and resting his chin on his palms. "Like I said, it was a mess. I'm not going to forget about it any time soon."

"What happened?" Gabriel asked.

Azrael waved a hand briefly. "One of my reapers made a deal with that music demon. They were working together to collect human souls."

"Can't they both do that separately?" Gabriel asked.

"Sure," Azrael said, finding a knife to cut the cake with. "But it went much faster when they did it together. I think it was far more beneficial for my reaper than it was for the demon."

"Did you ever meet the demon?" Gabriel asked.

"No," Azrael said. "Stella got a tip about it, but I had already figured out what Caligo was doing. I confronted him and he confessed, but he also told me that the demon was out of commission. Is that not true?"

"The demon's name is Arsenios," Gabriel said. "I'm not entirely sure what happened, but it had to do with Caligo. Maybe your reaper is the one who nearly killed Arsenios. But he was saved at the last second, so he's still around."

"That happened ages ago," Azrael said, sliding a plate with a slice of cake toward Gabriel. "Like years ago. Caligo was demoted and he's been in prison all this time, I think. I kinda left that part up to Stella, to be honest."

"You leave everything up to Stella," Gabriel said, taking the plate.

"I do not!" Azrael insisted.

Gabriel raised an eyebrow at him.

"You don't get it," Azrael said. "Stella likes work!"

"Anyway," Gabriel said. "Do you know exactly what happened between Caligo and Arsenios?"

"No," Azrael said. "Why would I? I didn't care about the details. Caligo was violating the reaper's code and that was all I needed to know. Why do you care so much about this, Gabriel?"

Gabriel looked down at their plate. "If I tell you…"

They were about to say that Azrael wasn't allowed to tell anyone else. But Gabriel found it hard to say the words.

Azrael put down his own plate, stood up from his desk, and moved around it to stand in front of Gabriel. He folded his hands into his long sleeves.

"You can trust me," he said.

Gabriel put their plate down on the desk. They flapped their wings to be more on a level with Azrael - he was quite a bit taller than them. "I saved that music demon's life."

Azrael's expression remained neutral and he didn't say anything, only waited for Gabriel to elaborate.

And Gabriel did. Gabriel told Azrael everything that had happened that day, including how they went to Raphael for advice. They went on to tell Azrael about MC visiting them and asking questions, too. By the time they were finished, Azrael was pacing near the pool and Gabriel was perched on his desk, their legs dangling.

"I'm worried that something is going on," Gabriel said. "And it's dangerous if MC is involved. Normally I would stay out of Devildom affairs, but this has something to do with your reaper. And… well… I saved Arsenios. I want to watch over him and MC if I can."

Azrael waved a hand nonchalantly. "No offense, Gabe, but this isn't something you should interfere with. Stella took care of Caligo. If he's somehow wandering the Devildom, she would know about it. It sounds to me like this MC person just wanted to know more about the demon you saved."

Gabriel sighed. "To be fair, MC is more than capable of taking care of things, so maybe you're right."

Azrael laughed. "Wait, isn't that the human? You think the human is more capable than the demon in this situation? Are you joking?"

Gabriel folded their arms and stuck out their lips. "I'm not joking! This is the same human who wears the Ring of Light. The one in Thirteen's jurisdiction."

"Ah, Thirteen," Azrael said. "She's mentioned the human to me, actually. Now that I'm thinking about it, I've heard quite a lot about MC. What was your impression of them?"

"I think you would like them," Gabriel said. "They're a very special human."

Up until that moment, Azrael's computer monitors had been displaying a screensaver with the message Get back to work, you slacker! But it disappeared as the computer chimed brightly.

Azrael crossed the space and sat back down at his desk. "It's Stella," he said. "Perfect timing! I can ask her about Caligo."

Azrael clicked on something and the middle monitor became a full screen video view of his assistant, Stella.

She sat a desk, immaculately dressed in an all black suit, complete with tie. The stick pin in her tie was orange and purple, a nod to Azrael's usual colors. Her short white hair ended just below her chin. She had pale skin and red eyes. She also had a pair of dangling purple earrings. She had her hands folded neatly on the desk in front of her.

Behind her, a blurry figure moved around somewhat erratically. They appeared to be filing papers in an enormous black filing cabinet.

"Hello, boss. I see you have obtained some cake. Do you have a minute?" Stella asked.

"Yes, I do have a minute," Azrael said. "In fact, I needed to speak with you. You remember Gabriel, right?"

Gabriel moved so they were in the camera's view and waved.

"Of course," Stella said. "Hello, Gabriel."

"Hi, Stella," Gabriel said.

"How can I help you?" Stella asked.

"What'd you do about Caligo?" Azrael asked. "Prison?"

"Huh," Stella said, cocking her head to the side. "That's actually why I was calling you. Yes, we sent Caligo to the prison in the Underworld like we do with all reapers who break the code. But I got a message from Thirteen asking about him. Apparently he attacked Arsenios and MC. If that's the case, he must have escaped the prison."

Gabriel immediately started flying again, tucking their feet beneath them. "He did what?"

Azrael sighed. "Now, now, don't panic, Gabriel. I'm sure there's some kind of logical explanation for this."

"What kind of incompetent guards do you have at that prison?" Gabriel demanded.

"There aren't any," Stella said.

"I'm sorry, what?" Gabriel turned back to the computer.

"It isn't necessary," Stella said. "The Underworld is treacherous and even if a reaper traversed through it, they'd have nowhere to go. Caligo's cave is in the human world and there's no way for him to get back there from the Devildom. Not unless he walked through the entire Underworld. By then, we would figure out what happened and bring him back. I was simply checking in with the boss to see if he wanted us to find him."

"What happened when he attacked MC?" Azrael asked.

Stella conveyed the story of what had happened as she had heard it from Thirteen.

"It sounds to me like you were right when you said MC is capable," Azrael said to Gabriel.

Gabriel landed on his desk and stared down at him with their arms folded. "You aren't seriously thinking about just… letting this play out on its own, are you?"

"Boss," Stella said and there was a warning tone in her voice.

"Ah, if I could interject-"

Gabriel turned to look at the monitor again. The blurry figure behind Stella came into focus. He was just as immaculately dressed as Stella, also in an all black suit. He had dark skin and long dreads that were held loosely back. His eyes were a swirling silver-grey and he had a short black beard. The silver of a pocket watch chain and several rings glinted through the video feed.

"Abraxas!" Azrael said.

Gabriel could tell from Azrael's voice that he was very fond of Abraxas. The name sounded familiar…

"Gabriel, did you ever meet Abraxas?" Azrael asked.

"No, but I know he's the Devildom exchange student," Gabriel said. They waved at him. "It's nice to meet you, though I wish it were under better circumstances."

Abraxas bowed politely. "The pleasure is mine, Gabriel," he said.

"You had something to say about all this stuff with Caligo?" Stella asked. She had moved over slightly so that Abraxas could be seen on the screen.

"I know Arsenios personally," Abraxas said. "And I know he would appreciate being given the chance to work things out with Caligo himself. I know you're worried about MC, but it does sound like they are quite capable. And I think you'll find that Arsenios is, too. I'm with Azrael on this one - I think you should let it play out."

"Of course you're with Azrael," Stella said, rolling her eyes. "You always are."

"There, you see!" Azrael said, looking at Gabriel and gesturing at the computer screen. "Young Abraxas agrees with me!"

"Young…?" Abraxas muttered.

Gabriel sat down cross legged on the desk and looked between Azrael and the two faces on the monitor. "Hmm. Fine. I can tell you both know more about this situation than me. But if it goes bad, you'll both be to blame!"

"I accept that burden," Azrael said dramatically.

Stella shook her head, but she looked resigned. Abraxas only nodded in confirmation.

"Whatever you say, boss," Stella said. "But Gabriel is right. If this goes south, it'll be your fault."

"Thank you, Stella," Azrael said. "I'm sure you'll be sending me more piles of paperwork later today to distract me. For now, I appreciate you bringing this to my attention. I look forward to hearing from you soon-"

"Wait, boss, don't just-" Stella tried to interrupt.

"-well done as always, bye now!" Azrael finished, clicking the video off.

Gabriel folded their arms. "You're really bad at your job, aren't you?"

Azrael leaned back in his chair. "I like to think I'm fairly decent at it, personally. Anyway, I'm sure a demon such as Arsenios can handle himself."

Gabriel hovered above the desk for a moment before landing on the other side.

"Now I suppose you're going to run on back to the Celestial Realm and make yourself scarce again, hm?" Azrael asked.

"I'll come back soon," Gabriel said. "I'll even bring you more ocean of clouds cake!"

"If you show up here without more ocean of clouds cake, you can consider your life forfeit!" Azrael called after them as they flew out the way they had come.

Gabriel giggled as they left. Even though they were heavy with worry for MC and Arsenios, they couldn't deny they enjoyed spending time with Azrael. He was funny, for the angel of death.

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[overnightheartbeats]

She hummed a yes, her smile mirroring his because now, reminiscing was fun. Even with their bumpier parts, Laurel thought fondly of their past. Their friendship really worked hard to keep them afloat. "Juju is a fortune teller, I swear. I think she'll be very smart, just like her dad." It was not debatable for Laurel that he was the smartest of the two, it was always something she was impressed by. Fair enough, but she waved her hand in dismissal. She didn't want to spend more time talking about that awkward period of time. It didn't take long for her to build the list of pros and cons of moving. Whichever way she looked at it, the pros won out. "Nope, we are definitely not big ballers," she spoke in between laughs. "Especially after she comes along." College fund quickly coming to mind. "Well, I'll leave final home decision to you. Last time I picked a place, I ended up in that apartment with the hideous tile." Which led to their trip to Ikea to replace said tile, and they left with plans to move in together instead. "Okay, one step a time," she promised, giving a kiss to the back of his hand.

"Oh, this will be lots of fun! And if Isaac is reluctant, then Nettie can boss him around instead of me." It really was the little things for her these days. Spending time with Juju and Nettie was one of those things. She thought so too, that Nettie would enjoy hanging out with her. After all, they had hit it off pretty quickly. Still, part of her did feel bad asking her to come around so often, knowing her and Isaac's loss. That memory was vivid in her mind, but she tried shaking that off too. Laurel just hoped that they'd tell her if being around her was too much.

A grateful smile went his way as he lowered the visor, because she was already squinting her eyes with that blinding sun. "Kitchen island is a must, I agree. I do like the one in the apartment. Oh, fancy with the laundry room! But, a good one, we'll need that extra space too. If I had to pick one thing that's a must have, I'd say a nice backyard area. Imagine spring with our girl, the cutest sundress and enjoying the afternoon breeze together." It was clear that she couldn't wait for their baby to join them.

"I think so too. Honestly, at this point, I'm inclined to just say names out loud and see if she has any reaction to them. One kick for yes, two for no," she joked, shaking her head at her own comment. Leaning into him slightly, she caressed his cheek and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. "Thank you." For what? For everything, really. A never-ending list of things, impossible to get through. "Arts and crafts? Bed rest is no fun," she concluded with a pout, before opening her door and taking an extra minute to get out of the car. Her excitement to see her best friend could not be contained.

Even with the waddling, she was quick to arrive to their front door and knocked just once before Aaron was at the door greeting them both. "Hey! Perfect timing you guys. She's in the room, and pillows are all fluffed up for you." And, that's all Laurel needed to hear before she pressed a kiss to Eli's cheek and made her way to the familiar room. New place for them, but Laurel was a constant visitor that she quickly learned the layout. "Jules!" She happily exclaimed as she opened the door, "I leave you for a bit and you're jumping into arts and crafts?'

"Eli, I may have a project since I think we're in for a long one. Food will be ready soon too, you're joining us for lunch. Right?"

"She knew even back then." His smile showed his amusement and then turned into a laugh. "Seems like she's about it to see if her assumption is correct." He had no doubt their babygirl was going to have smarts. What kind was up in the air. Taking both his and her degrees. Weird if their kid didn't get some semblance of smarts. Rolling his eyes he scoffed. "Feeling was mutual for Jenny." The wheels turning were obvious to him. It took her that millisecond to come out with it and he knew that this was something that had brought back her interest in moving. "I'd say if we were big ballers we'd keep this place too but we can't. This is if we even find a home that feels just right for both of us. We've got five houses this round. We're getting a bit ahead of ourselves." Eli kissed her head and smiled. "We will take it one step at a time. We are just looking."

That had him chuckling as she brought back their saying. Saying the boring I love you was not in their vocabulary. "You got it baby." He didn't have the heart to tell her she indeed just saw Nettie recently when they went on that grocery run that Laurel insisted she come with because according to her the cashier was too comfortable flirting. "I bet she will love hanging out with you and away from Isa for a bit."

Once they were out in the Texas air he forgot that the outside was not like the inside. The sun blinded his eyes every time he walked out. Getting the sunglasses out of the glove compartment he slid them on and lowered the visor for her. "It has to have stairs. I like the illusion it has. Plenty of closet space. Kitchen island. If it has a washer and dryer inside but tucked away in the corner where you can walk in and close the door. I've always wanted to have those."

Eli turned on the Contreras' neighborhood and hummed. "As for the names, I think we will find one we don't hate and neither of us have a strong aversion to it. It'll come to us. I promise." After parking he grabbed her hand and kissed her palm. "She's impatiently waiting for you. According to Aaron she is doing some sort of arts and crafts."

[nothingbutnormalreviews]

Once Upon a Broken Heart

Stephanie Garber

Rating

7/10?

Recommended?

Yeah, sure

Read Again?

Maybe in a year or two

Time to Complete

A little over 9 hours (I'm not really a fast reader)

Trigger Warnings

Death (non-graphic), blood, sexual (adjacent) content if you squint… mostly

First Thoughts

So, I’ve never done a book review before. The reason being I have a habit of starting books, putting them down, forgetting about them, then when I remember them again I have to restart creating a never ending cycle of unread books. I have been writing - and I promise this comes back around, it’s not just me bragging - over a thousand words per day for the past 40-something days. I literally put away my writing and just read this for two days so I wouldn’t do that same thing. I wrote maybe a hundred words last night which is less than I have in who knows how long.

I recommended a friend of a friend the A Court Of Thorns and Roses series. I haven’t read it myself but I watched someone review it who was hate reading it. In return she recommended me this book. Well, she’s now on book five of the series I recommended her so I said sure and picked it up without even reading the summary.

So, here we are.

Favourite Characters

The spirit foxes, LaLa

Least Favourite Character

Marisol

No Spoiler Thoughts

I had zero expectations going into this book. I also had zero idea what the book was about except that it was a young adult fiction. I went in with a full open mind and I definitely didn’t hate it. I had to get through it pretty quickly because I didn’t want to forget about it but it never felt like a chore to read. 

The descriptions were nice. I had a few issues picturing a couple of them but most hit well. Unlike a lot of books, I didn’t find myself skipping certain pieces to get to the next part and having to go back to read it quite as often. There was a good balance between dialogue and descriptors. 

The characters and their motivations were solid but some of the dialogue with them did feel a bit… stale? The side characters would give bits of motivational speeches to the main character but some of them felt out of character. Like any random character could have said that same exact thing but also would any of them really speak like that? 

The plot was good. I felt like it didn’t stay on one path too long and had a very “oh, we’re doing this now” kind of feel on some parts but I’ll talk about that more in the spoilers section. I found myself enjoying the world that was built. The world having magic in one area but not in another was interesting to me. Hello, I want spirit foxes and mini dragons though.

I read a digital copy of the book on my phone and I did find that a bit of the formatting got a touch weird. It was nothing that made me want to stop reading or really get frustrated but it didn’t go unnoticed. I’m sure the physical book is a lot better spaced. Also, the physical book design is gorgeous. 

Food for thought (and I count this as not a spoiler since it’s talked about almost immediately): if Jacks kisses himself does he die? If he doesn’t die does that mean he’s his own true love?

Spoiler Thoughts

I’ll be honest, I got to about a hundred pages left and I thought to myself: how are they going to wrap anything up by the end of this without it feeling rushed? We don’t know who killed Apollo, we still don’t know anything about that gate, we don’t know if Marisol is actually a bad person, there’s still one more kiss left. How? The answer is: none of it was. We learned that Marisol put a love spell on Luc… and that’s really it. They teased knowing that his brother killed Apollo but then went: eh? Are you sure though?? Sure, we learned about the gate… kinda.

I know there’s a second book. I have it on hold and I’m just waiting for it to be available. I did screw up and released my hold on the book before writing a review so all of what I have is just what’s in my memory from the last two days since I don’t want to spoil anything for myself. I just felt like this book and The Ballad of Never After are probably going to end up feeling like they should have been one continuous book rather than two separate books but we’ll see I guess. 

The plot didn’t really go where I expected it to go. In the start I figured it’d end up being about her running her father’s shop then it got sold. Then suddenly she’s meeting the empress - as a note: the amount of times the words ‘petal’ and ‘hummingbird’ were said in that scene was incredibly high - and being shipped up North. Then I thought it’d be about her moving there permanently and Jacks causing mischief while she tried to learn about the stories her mom told her. It absolutely shocked me that she actually said yes to Apollo’s proposal.

It just kept taking turns that I wasn’t expecting which wasn’t a bad thing. Then suddenly there were vampires?? Why not, I guess. Then suddenly Luc was there because… why not I guess? I get he was trying to heal his scars but that felt like something that could have been saved for the second book. It felt forced so that Jacks would get frisky with Evangeline.

The plot did have me feeling like I was being dragged along for the ride sometimes but Evangeline probably felt the same way. Guess we’re being turned to stone now. Oop, now we’re going to the North, alright. Oh, the prince actually wants me? Probably because of Jacks but alright. Oh, he’s dead now and I’m uncontrollably sobbing. Jacks is holding me now in the house of another Fate? Cool, cool. We’re going to find the real killer, got it. Vampires? Those are real? Wait, is that the guy from the party? Well, this whole place is like a torture dungeon but here we are. Wait, is that Luc? And he’s trying to kill me now. And now Jacks is trying to bite me. But Marisol’s bad! Got that at least! Nope, never mind, it was mostly Apollo’s brother (that I can’t remember the name of, obviously) and he’s trying to kill me now because of a prophecy. Hey! I’m alive and a princess again! Oh, Apollo’s also alive!

And that’s the plot for you.

Okay, let’s talk about some of the characters.

I didn’t care for Marisol from the absolute beginning. The author tried to make us like her a bit more. Oh, her mom sucks. Oh, she was called the Cursed Bride. Oh, she’s more reserved. She was the one character that felt less concrete than the rest. She felt like she was just trying to become Evangeline for the entire book. Like she was ready to skin her to make that happen. She took Evangeline’s lover. She took Evangeline’s room. She got engaged to Apollo’s brother, like, three days after his death. Chill, girl.

In the end it was basically her fault that Evangeline got mixed up with Jacks. There are how many people in that town and you have to try to curse Evangeline’s love? Seriously? And then she has the nerve to basically try to get Evangeline killed because she wanted to stop the wedding? Was Evangeline an idiot for trying to use a Fate to do that? Yeah. And she paid for it by turning to stone for six weeks and being indebted to said Fate. What did you get to repay for what you did, huh? You lost someone who wasn’t yours and got the kindness of your step-sister? 

I just felt like she was the least fleshed out character of them all from motivations to dialogue. At least her mom’s goal was to make her a good wife. Marisol felt very all over the place and I felt tired of her by the end. 

Jacks - on the other hand - was a good villain character. Maybe not even a real villain character. Chaotic neutral. A person with his own motivations that weren’t exactly moral and likes chaos. He’s written well. He sticks to his motivations well. I think he might like biting a bit too much? Not judging… mostly. Biting’s just brought up a lot with him. Consent, bro. Him revealing that Evangeline didn’t actually have to kiss those people for them to be charmed and that he just made her for fun was wild. I can respect that kind of chaos. 

Speaking of chaos, what an absolute power move though to just break a goddamn lock with vampire venom in his veins and be like “cool, kill me then lmao”. I will say, some of those descriptors in that scene definitely seemed a lot like kissing her neck. Again, not judging just gotta get consent, bro. 

I think he was the most entertaining character to read. I really do enjoy reading characters that are charismatic like that mostly because I feel like I have more trouble writing them than most kinds of characters. He’s a character that you can hate but at the same time like and understand. Absolutely someone I’d want to stay fifty feet minimum away from if he was a real person though. 

Evangeline. For the entire book - I kid you not - I skipped over her name. Even proof reading this I skip over it. I tried to pronounce it on the first page and couldn’t quite figure it out. I just looked up the pronunciation of it and I think it’s now on my list of least favourite names next to Calliope and Boyanna. Honestly, I respect the choices she made most of the time. Sometimes she definitely felt like a goddamn push over. She didn’t fight to get the shop back that was sold when she was turned to stone, she didn’t take her room back when it was given to Marisol. 

She is stronger willed than I am though. In at least two parts of that book I would have just been like “okay, death it is” and when woken up just sigh. The first time Jacks said “my kiss would kill you” I’d have been like “okay, do it” and called it a day life. And not because of the rumours of his kiss being to die for. Seriously, this girl had more near death experiences in however-long-the-book-takes than most people have in a lifetime. 

The biggest thing I can’t forgive her for is not getting a pet dragon though. Seriously, who goes to a magical land and doesn’t get a goddamn mini pet dragon on a whim even if you can’t take it back to the South. Come on!

Final Thoughts 

Overall, I can’t say I didn’t enjoy the book considering I read the whole thing in two days. I liked the concept and the writing’s good. The main characters are definitely easy to read - unlike some books that make you want to strangle the main character - and mostly have well thought motivations. I’m ready to read the second book after I catch up on some of my own writing and maybe dye my hair rose gold???

[bubbledumbbinch]

Yandere! Idia Shroud x Camgirl! Reader SMUT

A/N: Hello! This is my first fic I've posted on tumblr, and I'm not used to using it at all. I hope this turned out okay and you enjoy! This is a College AU, implied magicless world, and reader is a camgirl.

This fic is purely 18+, minors do not interact.

Word Count: ~4.4k

Warnings: dubcon, brief mention of blood, non consensual drug use (aphrodisiacs)

Friday night, 11:24pm, 6 minutes before your scheduled time to start “work”. You had just finished putting on your makeup and outfit, now trying to hype yourself up in the mirror.

'I can do this. This is gonna be a great show!' You told yourself, while staring at your reflection wearing the revealing outfit. Tonight’s choice was a catgirl maid costume; the maid dress just barely covering your body and showing a large amount of chest. A choker with a bell on it, cat ears, and thigh high socks.

Giving yourself a nod of encouragement, you sat down in the chair in front of your desk, where your laptop and webcam were situated, along with your ring lights, one at each side of the desk so you were well lit for the camera. Making sure you were logged into the site, your camera angle looked good, and your laptop was charging, you waited.

You loved your side gig as a camgirl. You were able to appeal to multiple people’s sexual desires while also being able to bring yourself to pleasure, sometimes more than once per stream, if there were enough donations of course. You were also able to make a decent amount of money while doing this side job, paying for college while having fun was a pretty big plus. And, if you were gonna be honest, the validation of being attractive to so many people really made you feel a lot better about yourself.

You quickly noticed your clock switch to 11:30pm. Time to start. You clicked on the set of buttons you pretty much knew by heart to get the show started. Once it did, you started up some music to fill the silence. Just some cute electronic music to dance in your chair to while you wait for the viewers to come in. You didn’t really have as many as the big camgirls but you had a few loyal people come and watch your streams, which set your heart at ease.

5 viewers

cay-kun @ 11:31pm: wooow y/n-chan, you look so cute! excited for tonight’s show~

User18535 @ 11:32pm: fuck you’re so goddamn cute, i love your tits. can’t wait to see what that pussy looks like

10 viewers

You playfully giggled while reading the last message, winking and sticking your tongue out while flashing the camera your panties from under your skirt. While waiting for more people to join, you also made a point to talk to your viewers, asking about their day and what they’ve been up to recently, which they loved you for.

25 viewers

User58273 @ 11:34pm: You look so kawaii, I wish I could have you service me.

40 viewers

Glancing at the viewer count, you decide to officially start.

“Hi hiii~ I’m so happy to see you all here tonight! Let’s have some fun, hmm?” you started playfully. “Do you guys like my outfit?” Messages of “yes” and “yeah baby”s began flooding the chat and you grinned. “Well, I have something that will be a real treat for you all~”

You reached over to grab something that couldn’t be seen by the camera or the viewers.

~~~~~

Idia was browsing through the site full of nude streamers, trying to find a person to watch so he could relieve his tension from this week. It was midterms season and his Computer Science teachers were giving him hell by making him do in person presentations, exams, and assignments that kept piling up. It took a lot of time away from gaming and side projects of coding his own programs. He also unfortunately didn’t have his little brother Ortho with him in college, as the university didn’t allow them both to attend “as one student”. Ortho definitely eased some stress as someone he could trust and talk to, but Idia’s parents decided to keep Ortho at home to “prevent Idia from being distracted”, much to his dismay.

Idia was at least blessed to not have a roommate, so he could at least have his own privacy for nights like this. Idia’s eyes landed on a thumbnail of a girl that was dressed in cat ears and a lewd maid outfit and was intrigued. He clicked on the video icon and was met with your figure bent so that your ass was up and legs were spread on the chair you were previously sitting on. The girl on the stream had her panties down to her knees and was currently lubing up a cat tail butt plug.

“Ah, I’ve never used this before so, bear with me, please!” She pleaded, eyes looking directly at the camera. Idia was intrigued now this was her first time using it. He felt like this was perfect timing, almost like she was doing it just for him. Until he saw the comments flooding in from different people who were probably thinking the same way.

“Put it in already”

“Go slow okay~”

“don’t force yourself if you don’t want to! >//<”

“Tch,” Idia scoffed to himself. “Seems like she has simps already. No use in being interested in someo-“

“H- here it goes!” You moaned, starting to slowly shove the length and girth of the butt plug into your tight hole. “Aaanh~ it’s stretching me out...” Your eyes pricked with tears while your face contorted into pure pleasure with a hint of pain, all while staring at the camera. Every so often he could hear the little jingle from the bell on your choker.

Idia felt his pants getting tighter and his palms were starting to sweat. The face you made at him was just too unreal and he needed more. He palmed at his growing erection while you shivered at the feeling of being filled by the toy. Pulling his sweatpants down to his ankles, he started stroking his cock lightly.

cay-kun @ 11:38pm: oh y/n-chan the way that stretches out your hole is so sexy~ definitely taking a screenshot for later!

User39748 @ 11:38pm: SHIT i wish i was there fucking you with that in your ass

Blushing, you turned around so that one of your legs were in the chair while your other was up, effectively showing the camera a view of your pussy and butt plug. “What do you want me to do? I’ll just play with myself until someone makes a donation and tells me what I should do! Highest bidder within the next minute~.” With that, you looked into the camera again while soaking your middle and ring fingers with saliva and bringing them to your clit, rubbing small circles into it.

Idia realized that, even now, he wanted to have some kind of control over you. He had a lot of disposable income, being from a pretty rich family. The blue haired boy grabbed his credit card and began to type.

Ignia has donated $100!

Your eyes widened and you gasped slightly. Idia bit his bottom lip at the sight. “Ah, Ignia! Thank you for the donation, you’re new here! Welcome, what would you like to see me do~?” You smiled while looking at the camera. Idia felt like you were staring into his soul and he was sweating profusely. He thought for a minute, gulped, and decided to send a message.

Ignia @ 11:43pm: I want you to keep watching my messages and do what I say, kitten. First I want you to grab a vibrating dildo if you have one and put it at the lowest setting, then fuck yourself slowly with it.

Idia would never have the balls to be this bold with anybody. But this is the internet, so fuck it, he’ll be truthful and just say what he wanted.

You nodded and proceeded to grab one from the table of toys you had next to your desk, lubed it slightly, and did what he told you to. You moaned at the intrusion and the feeling of being filled. “Mmh, it feels so good..!” You cried out.

Ignia has donated $50!

Ignia @ 11:45pm: And by the way, call me Master. You don’t get to cum until I say so.

You shivered at this stranger’s boldness and quietly spoke, “Yes, master...” you looked away shyly from the camera and closed your eyes for a minute, thrusting the vibrating device in and out of your wetness. A couple of moans slipped through your mouth as you felt your juices spreading onto your legs.

Ignia @ 11:47pm: Faster. Fuck yourself faster for me, kitten, and put it on the medium setting for me.

You did as you were told, fingers trembling to follow what the stranger had told you. Your (h/c) hair was starting to feel moist from your layer of sweat and your body was heating up, causing your breasts to stick to the costume.

Ignia @ 11:49pm: Take your tits out and play with your nipples

You panted heavily and lowered your chest area’s covering, revealing the sheen of sweat around your tits. Flicking your left nipple while working the dildo with your right, your hands were occupied with pleasing yourself as this stranger commanded, moaning out. “Aah, m-master, f-feels so go-ood~!”

Idia was smirking, stroking hard at his cock at the sight and idea of you actually doing what he said almost made him cum then and there, but he stopped himself. He couldn’t help the rapid beating of his heart when you said the last sentence. Idia felt special. The power he had over you was addicting and he wanted to see you push yourself over the edge under his command.

65 viewers

User58273: Fuck this is so hot, I wish I could be your master too

Seeing this comment somehow made Idia seethe. He didn’t want to share you, even though this was his first stream with you. You made him feel special. He started typing out his draft of what to reply to the thirsty viewers.

Draft: Ignia: You stupid bastards, no, I’m not going to share her.

Before Idia could send the message you spoke up in a moaning voice. “*pant* N-no, my master tonight is I-Ignia, haanh~”. You were still playing with your nipples while fucking yourself well with the dildo, a light blush decorated your face and beads of sweat starting to form on the sides of your face and your body.

Idia’s jaw dropped. ‘Does she actually really want me?’ He was getting hot, too hot for his own comfort. Usually he wouldn’t last this long during his sessions but he really wanted to see you fall apart under his command. He paid for it, after all.

“Master~ I’m getting close, I- I wanna cum soon!” You whined, pleading (e/c) orbs staring into the camera with your mouth open from panting heavily.

“Cum already, don’t hold yourself back”

“Just keep going babygirl”

“Let yourself cum”

Once again, Idia scoffed in annoyance, but he noticed you never acknowledged any of the other commenters, waiting patiently for the words to come from him.

Ignia @ 11:55pm: put the toy at the highest setting, fuck yourself til you cum, then keep pumping it while you ride out your climax.

Upon seeing those words, your fingers work to put your toy at the highest setting inside your dripping cunt. You closed your eyes while you try to imagine the user who was giving out the commands, imagining them slapping your ass and fucking you until you could see stars. The feeling of both of your holes being filled was overwhelming now, and the hot feeling built up in your core faster than you realized. Idia could see it too, the heaving of your chest was picking up rapidly.

“M-,, ma- master.! I’m cumming!!!” You shrieked. Closing your eyes with your tongue unintentionally lolling out, you released a silent scream as soon as your orgasm hit. It felt like a knot inside of your body had come undone suddenly. Your orgasm had your pussy clenching around the toy that was still vibrating intensely inside of you, stimulating you longer and making you release high pitched screams.

Hearing your words before cumming had Idia teetering on the edge, but watching your facial expressions and your moans made him finish suddenly with a grunt, his pale cock spurting thick white cum all over his hand. Still, Idia kept stroking his length while you were riding out your high, overstimulating himself to match your actions on the stream.

You pulled out the toy weakly and turned it off, putting it down on a towel next to your desk.

Ignia has donated $5!

Ignia @ 11:59pm: Spread your pussy lips babygirl, I wanna see your tight hole.

User39748 @ 11:59pm: I agree with Ignia

cay-kun @ 12:00am: ah~ I also agree. Let’s see you spread it, hmm~? Oh, can you also do a lil ‘nya!’?

You checked the chat and blushed heavily, post-orgasm shyness now taking over your mind. You hesitantly shifted in the chair while spreading yourself open with your pointer and middle finger, showing off your glistening folds with your lightly abused hole. “Nya...” you held up your other hand to do the signature “catgirl” pose, playfully sticking your tongue out too.

Idia was cleaning himself off but he could feel himself twitch again, staring at your meek form. You were so gorgeous and he really wanted to see more of you, making sure to press the “Follow” button, so he wouldn’t miss another stream.

After a few seconds, you decide to end your show, feeling extremely tired and needing a shower from sweating so much. “Thank you so so much for joining me tonight! I hope you guys have a wonderful rest of your evening~ take care and I hope to see you all soon!”

Small tips ranging between $1-$10 started to flow in along with messages of “take care~” “see you soon!” “great show baby ;)”.

You clicked off and you sighed deeply. Looking at your earnings tonight, you made around $200. This was probably the most you’ve made in one single stream, and $155 of that was from Ignia, a new follower and the one who pretty much commanded your entire show tonight. It really turned you on to have someone do that for you and it was the first time a viewer made you do something that felt so lewd that made you cum so quickly.

You stood up from the chair, cleaned up your desk and toys, and headed for the bathroom. Taking off your makeup in the sink, you jumped into the shower to clean yourself up.

~~~~~

Idia tentatively bit his shirt sleeve, his blue locks framing his face. Something inside of him told him that he needed to talk to you more. He had already typed out a message to send along with his friend request. He was scared - scared of being rejected by someone as pretty as you, especially now that he had already felt so attached to you, or rather, what he’s seen from the stream tonight.

Yellow eyes closed tightly as he clicked to send the friend request to you.

~~~~~

Jumping out of the shower, you throw on a head and body towel and started to brush your teeth. Walking around the room you realized your laptop was still on, and there was a notification box front and center. Curious, you clicked on it.

“One new friend request and message”.

“Friend Request: Ignia

Message: Hey, this is the user from your stream earlier. I just wanted to say I really enjoyed your stream tonight. You seem nice too, so I’d like to get to know you more. If you’re interested just feel free to add me back, no pressure ofc.

Thx

Ignia”

You blinked a few times, pondering what you should do. You had gotten messages from guys before but they only said cheap compliments and asking for private shows. You were single so there wasn’t anybody holding you down and this guy didn’t seem to radiate any bad vibes. His dominant nature over chat really turned you on and you were curious about him, so you decided to accept his friend request and send a reply.

“From: y/n-kitty-cat

Hi there :) I decided to accept your message, cause why not? You shouldn’t be that creepy, right? ;P anyway, I’m glad you enjoyed my stream tonight <3 I hope you can come to future ones too!! I’d like to see you around more ;)

❤️

y/n”

You sent the message and went to the bathroom to finish brushing your teeth and your other nightly routines.

Idia couldn’t believe his eyes - you had actually messaged him back and you were really flirtatious!! That meant he was different in your eyes, right? It has to be true! He was determined to meet up with you, eventually. His dick throbbed at the idea of having you to himself, pleasing him with your mouth, doing all those lewd faces you made on the stream... his mind wandered while he pushed his pants down once again and thought of his muse who was now his “friend”.

~~~~~

After a few days of messaging back and forth, you and Ignia had ended up exchanging numbers and using text to communicate almost daily. You found out things like what your majors in college were, finding out his real name was Idia, which was a pretty unique name, and realizing you were both from the same city. Well, it’s not like Idia hadn’t already done his research - the night he became your friend he had stalked all of your social medias under a throwaway account and scrolled through every photo and bit of information he could find about you. He was becoming so hyper fixated on you he needed to know more, who could blame him? Idia just hoped he would be seeing more of you in your streams so he could watch you get off again, maybe with his assistance.

Unfortunately for you though, you realized you couldn’t stream as much because midterms were also kicking your ass. You apologized to your viewers with a blog post who luckily understood and wished you luck, saying they looked forward to your next show.

Idia couldn’t see your pretty face from the stream, which made him yearn. He told Ortho about his crush on you and when the small boy told Idia to “just tell you the truth and meet up with you!” he wanted to shut down completely. But, he wasn’t completely opposed to the idea of you being in his room, exactly where he wanted you. Sighing, he picked up his phone to send you a text.

Idia: “hey”

Y/n: “hey there! 😉”

Idia: “soo i was wondering if you wanted to hang out sometime”

Y/n: “omg 😱 like irl? I’ve never even heard your voice before lol”

Idia: “ik, i’m a bit shy in person.”

Y/n: “i see, so is the life of a gamer and a shut in?😏😂”

Idia: “hah, yeah i guess lol”

Y/n: “soo, what did you wanna do?”

Idia: “idk, anything you want. Except go outside. And be in public.”

Y/n: “pfft, that takes away like any idea at this point HAHA”

Idia: “ya lol i prefer gaming in my room tbh”

Y/n: “oh, then maybe we can just hang out and play games or something like that?”

Idia: “Yeah, why don’t you come over to my dorm, we could game and eat snacks”

Y/n: “Sounds great! This Friday then, 6pm?”

Idia: “Sure i’ll text you the details later”

Y/n: “Awesome :) see you in a couple days then ;)”

Idia: “cool”

Idia threw himself on his bed and screamed silently into the pillow. Idia wanted more than to just be your friend but unfortunately was also extremely shy, especially when talking to new people in person. But as he was sexually attracted to you, he knew he would have a hard time hiding it from you. He had hoped to initiate some kind of sexual interaction when you met up, wanting to indulge in your sinful reactions himself. He didn’t even want to think about anybody else seeing you like that. Idia was growing possessive and realized that if he were to get you where he wanted you, he needed to do a little bit of digging. Which meant searching the web for something that would help make you more agreeable to something sexual. He knew he himself couldn’t make you agree to it, he was too nervous to initiate that! He knew what he needed - an aphrodisiac.

Composing himself, he got onto his computer and compared his options as well as looking for advice on how to please a woman. His eyes widened and lips trembled as he realized he was definitely way too shy to initiate as much as other men do, but he was determined to try anything if it meant your attention.

~~~~~

Today was finally Friday, and the current time was 5:30pm. You styled your (h/c) locks and put on a light amount of makeup, not as much as you would when you streamed but enough to make yourself feel pretty. You also decided that you still wanted to be cute, even if you and Idia were just friends at this point, and wore a tight crop top, a high waisted black skirt, and some thigh high socks since it was a bit breezy outside. You topped it all off with a (f/c) cardigan so you could at least feel comfortable in the sleeves. Packing your bag, you took one last look at yourself in the mirror, did a little peace sign and smiled, feeling cute as hell. You grabbed your keys and walked out of your dorm, heading towards Idia’s campus.

You parked at the place he told you to and gotten out of your car, looking around for him. Shit, you just realized you didn’t even ask him what he was gonna wear or what he really looked like, which was pretty dumb in hindsight. You did catch a glimpse of a tall lanky guy with fluffy blue hair and a striped t-shirt, who was fumbling around on his phone and didn’t realize you was standing right by him.

“Excuse me,” you interrupted his peace softly, causing him to jump up and squeal in fear. “Oh!! I’n so sorry, I’m just looking for someone and I didn’t know if I was in the right place?”

Idia froze. It really was you, in the flesh, looking at him and taking his appearance in. You were gorgeous, even more so than he would have ever thought, and your voice brought tingles to his spine that made him shudder. Idia realized he was being quiet for a longer than acceptable time and he looked away. “H-hi,, y/n...” he mumbled barely even audible.

“Oh!! Idia? Is that you? Hi!!!” You exclaimed, seemingly really excited. Your mouth was curved into a wide smile too.

“Huh, you sound really enthusiastic...” Idia whispered, thinking he really said it in his own mind instead of out loud.

“Of course I am! I’m finally done with midterms and now I can relax and have fun with my new friend!” You said, bumping your shoulder with him, causing him to hold his breath.

Idia gulped when he realized what you said. Friend. Right, that’s all he was to you. At least for now. But hopefully that would change soon, right?

“Y-yeah. Let’s go inside.” Idia muttered, turning his back and walking.

Based on his demeanor, you almost forgot that Idia was the one who was so dominant during your stream the other week, since his attitude was so shy in real life. But, you pushed that thought to the back of your head, today was gonna be a fun day with a new friend, and that was strictly it. You didn’t really want to make your side job as a sex worker into a big thing that would make real life friendships difficult.

~~~~~

After he led you through the halls of the dorm, he brought you to a door and opened it up. Inside it was a bit messy, but an organized mess, one where the owner definitely knew where everything was. He had a pc setup with multiple monitors, RGB lighting which was mostly set to shades of blue, and a really nice gaming chair to go along with it. He also had a shelf with different manga series along it and other consoles for gaming, a bed, a door that led to a bathroom, and a mini fridge. Pretty nice for someone who lived without a roommate, you thought.

You walked over to his bed and flopped down onto it. Idia couldn’t help but think about the many times he had masturbated to you on those sheets that you were now sitting on. He was wondering what kind of panties you were wearing too, when he was suddenly interrupted.

“So! I guess we should get started on some games, yeah? I think I wanna play a fighting one against you! I’m totally gonna win~” You smiled up at him playfully.

Idia let his personality slip when games were brought up. “Tch, you really think you’re gonna win against me ? Think again.” The blue haired boy smirked down at you, which lit up the fire of competition in your heart.

“Let’s go then, dude.”

~~~~~

After about 15 minutes of close battles but still losing every one, you groaned and put the controller down on the floor where you and Idia were positioned in front of a monitor. You had developed a small sheen of sweat on your face from the stress. “Hey Idia, do you have anything to drink? I’m so thirstyy~” You looked at him and pouted, hoping he would maybe have some soda or water for you.

“A-ah, yes I do...” he stuttered a bit, seemingly nervous about something. He shuffled over to a mini fridge near his desk and brought out a cooler bottle. “Here, I made this sweet tea yesterday and you can drink from it...” Idia handed you the cool bottle and you observed it suspiciously. He was starting to feel his breath hitch and wondered if you had caught on.

“Hm~? Drinking from the same bottle already? So intimate!” You teased him, lightly elbowing his side. “Well, here goes nothing.” You tipped the bottle into your mouth and the tea tasted like sweet peach, with a slightly bitter aftertaste.

“Hm, it’s... interesting. What kind of tea is it?” You inquired, looking at the contents and sniffing it.

“I-it’s a recipe I found online! It looked good so, I decided to make it, I- I thought you would like it...” he shyly put down his head, trying to hide his suspicious nervousness from you.

“Okay... well it’s pretty good! I’ll drink some more, thanks for thinking of me~” you said as you gulped down the drink for a few more seconds. “Mmh! I think that cooled me down, let’s play more rounds!”

Idia looked back at you and sighed in relief. “Y-yeah, let’s do that.” He didn’t know how long it would take to work but at least he could distract his nerves by playing some games.

~~~~~

You started to sweat and feel hot. Unbearably hot. You cleared your throat and pulled off your cardigan and folded it to the side, but it wasn’t enough. The heat spread from your head, to your torso, and to your lower regions. Feeling hot and a deep... itch that you couldn't quite reach, in your crotch, you decide to change the position in which you were sitting, from crossing your legs to having them right underneath you, to feel some sort of friction in that area. You could feel yourself blushing intensely while the blue haired man next to you was still immersed in the game you both were supposed to play.

Watching him, you couldn’t help but notice the way his fingers moved on the controller, his thumbs and pointers expertly moving across it. You started thinking about how they would feel playing with your nipples and clit - wait. ‘What am I even thinking about?! Snap out of it!’ But, you also couldn’t help but think about when you were close to beating him during a round, his voice changed to a lower, frustrated one, and he even let out a little growl. Even now you noticed the way his eyes were so glued to the monitor with a small scowl on his face. Thinking about that sent throbs and heat to your growing wetness.

WINNER: PLAYER 1!

“Fuhehe, I knew I could beat you again~ but for some reason it felt like you weren’t trying as hard this round.” Idia put down his controller, finally took a glance at you, and his breath was caught in his throat.

Your (s/c) body was covered with a layer of sweat, cheeks burning and your eyes looked glossy. You were also panting slightly, rubbing your legs together softly to try to create more friction. “A-ah,, hey... do you think you could lower the temperature in here? It- it’s getting really hot. Maybe I could have more of that cold tea?” You breathed, trying to sound more stable than you were.

Idia was dumbfounded for a second and totally forgot you had drank the tea that he mixed with the aphrodisiacs. He gulped as he leaned closer to your face, observing you. “Is... is there anything else I can help you, w-with?” Idia placed a hand on the floor near your thigh and watched as you tried to scoot away from it.

“D-don’t do that... it’s...,” you whimpered, back now touching the side of his bed as you leaned away from his touch. Since when did he smell so good? His scent radiating from his proximity sent tingles across your body.

“Do what?” Idia experimentally reached out to touch your arm, fingers grazing your back slightly. You couldn’t fight back the moan that slipped out of your mouth. “Haah~ I-Idia...” you breathed, looking at him with pleading eyes. You really weren’t planning on doing anything with your new friend, so why was your body disobeying your mind?

“Y/n... you know you can tell me if there’s a-anything you need.. I’ll help you.” Idia’s eyes were still wide and the way he looked at you made you start craving. You wanted him - no, you NEEDED him to touch you more. You never really thought about it, but, Idia really was attractive. It’s not because of your hazy mindset that you realized it, but the way the blue lights illuminated his pale skin and make his hair almost glow, you were just focusing on it more. He was... cute.

“I-...” you started, looking down at his hand on your arm, and then back at him. Staring at his lips, you felt your arms move around his neck as you pulled him closer. Your lips smashed against each others messily and you released a soft whimper against his mouth. The reality hitting you, you moved your head back suddenly breaking the kiss. Your body was still hot.

“F-first...” Idia was stuttering. “First... kiss...” Idia stared wide eyed at you, lips still trembling. He blushed and turned away, his brows tilted upwards as if he were troubled.

“Oh, oh god, I’m so sorry....” you breathed out, scared you had fucked it up with your friend.

“Haah.. more...” his eyes suddenly turned back to you, seemingly darker than before. “I want more of you, y/n...” with that, he brought his lips to yours again and moved them sloppily against your own. He even took the liberty to bite your bottom lip with his sharp teeth, causing you to yelp. Idia used this opportunity to shove his tongue past your mouth and moved it against your own, causing you to moan in pleasure while you could feel your panties starting to drench.

Idia pulled away from you, cheeks tinted pink. Both of you panted for breath, your clothes now feeling sticky due to sweat. He scanned your blushing figure and saw an opening of your skirt that had shown off your lacy panties. Idia gulped and dove his head towards your clothed pussy, breathing in the essence and shuddering loudly, which made you gasp.

“Idiia, no... we, we shouldn’t...” you whined. But you could feel your body was not agreeing with your words. When the tip of his nose grazed your clit you bucked your hips against his head, letting out a moan at the contact.

He lifted up your skirt to your waist so he could see your facial expressions. Suddenly, his wet tongue experimentally slid up your clothed pussy, piercing yellow eyes locked onto your glazed over eyes. You shrieked at the sensation and felt embarrassed that he could get you like this, and you were still wearing your panties.

“Hhn, you wore these for me, didn’t you..?” Idia said, which made you blush. “No, I- I didn’t...” you muttered weakly, trying to avoid his gaze

Idia’s grip on your thighs suddenly got tighter and he looked up at you with furrowed brows. “Don’t lie to me, kitten. I know you want me, like how you did on the night we met, on your stream.” Idia firmly told you. It seemed like it was more like he was convincing himself. "N-no Idia, I... I don't want to-" you started, until you were interrupted.

Idia’s teeth bit suddenly into your soft thigh, causing it to bleed a bit. You knew it would leave a big mark later. “AH!! F-fuck!!” You grabbed onto his blue hair and felt your pussy clench onto nothing. Why, why are you enjoying this? It was like Idia’s personality had changed, from the shy person you met outside his dorm to a more possessive and rough one. You were a bit scared of him but why was he making you feel so good?

You didn’t have time to think as you felt him move the fabric of your panties to the side so your drenched cunt was fully visible to him. He stared in awe and took in everything - the shape, size, and how wet you were. You brought the back of your hand up to your head and panted with embarrassment. “Idia... mmh...”, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. Your body was still wanting more and after your mind was fighting the feeling so much, you decided to let it be. “Please...”

Idia met your eyes and saw how glossy they were. He lifted your body onto the bed so that you were now lying on your back while he was still in front of your crotch. You softly breathed in and out, causing your chest to rise and fall in your sweat soaked top. He snaked a pale hand under your shirt to grope your breast in your lacy bra, cold fingers sending shivers through your hot body. Idia couldn’t resist any longer, he suddenly shoved his wet muscle onto your pussy with fervor. You gasped and threw your head back onto Idia’s plush pillow, and shoved your hand on the back of his head pushing it deeper into your legs. Idia couldn’t contain himself and moaned into your heat, sending vibrations through it. “Oh- aaanh~ Idi-aaa~....” you sighed and whined. He took this opportunity to lower the cup of your bra below your breast and pinch your pert nipple in his fingers.

“Fuck~!” you screamed, feeling hot tears flowing down your face. Your body couldn’t take it much longer. Your core was building a familiar sensation but it was all too overwhelming and coming too fast. “It feels so good!!” You squealed, squeezing your thighs together so you were caging his head. Idia focused his energy lapping hungrily at your clit and then pushed two digits of his free hand through your wet hole, pumping them in and out. Your panting breaths were becoming shorter with each pump.

“Idia~ I’m close!! I’m gonna cum..!” You looked at him between your legs, and he lifted his mouth off of your cunt for a brief second. He stared into your eyes with his yellow ones, which stared at you intensely, licked his lips, and spoke.

“Cum for me then, kitten. Don’t hold back, cum all over my face.” With that, he dove back in and pumped his fingers into your core and flicked his tongue on your sensitive pearl even faster than before. Idia’s hips were rutting on his mattress, precum wetting his undergarments.

“Oh god - I’m cumming, I’m cumming~!!” You screeched and squeezed his head with your thighs, squirting his face and sheets with your cum. His tongue darted around your pussy licking off your juices. You breathed heavily, riding out your high. It took everything in him to stop himself from cumming right then and there - he wanted to save that for later.

Idia leaned up to where you were and kissed you passionately, and you could taste yourself all over his mouth. You moaned at the taste of your own juices on his tongue. Still exhausted from Idia eating you out, your body somehow craved the feeling of being filled. You sat up and got up from the bed and for a second he was afraid you were getting ready to leave. You removed your drenched shirt in front of him as well as your skirt, underwear, and bra. Still wearing your thigh high socks, he stopped you before you could remove them. “I, I want you to keep those on...” he licked his lips as he stared at your socks squeezing your plush thighs, the mark he made earlier with his teeth was visible and bruising now.

Following your lead, Idia was removing his own garments, tossing his shirt to the side. He was lean, not too skinny but not muscular either, pale all over. He also removed his pants and swung them over to the floor. Idia avoided your gaze as his erection was now very much so noticeable in his boxers, and you could even see a dark spot where his precum had made a mark. You felt your vagina tremble at the sight of it. It’s been a long time since you’ve had a partner and the anticipation was starting to get to you. As for Idia, well, everything was his first.

You knelt down in front of his bed and his legs and reached out to touch the head of his penis through the boxers, making him twitch and breathe out. “Mmh,...” you pulled down his underwear to reveal his lengthy cock. He wasn’t extremely girthy but he made up for that in length. The head of it was a shade of pale pink and dripped with clear liquid. You took some of the clear liquid in your hand and began teasing the head of his dick. Opening your mouth, you also gave it a few kitten licks while you pumped the base. Idia let out a few grunts and threw his head back, causing you to grow wet again.

Idia felt himself getting too close to orgasm which made him grab your head to stop you from going further. He lifted you up again and placed you on his lap, your dripping cunt hovering over his standing cock. Your body was hot again as you stared into Idia’s yellow eyes, a pink haze dusting his pale cheeks. Remembering he was a virgin, you looked at him hesitantly. ‘I- I don’t know, are you sure you want to lose your virginity right now?’ was what you were planning on saying, until he spoke up.

“Y/n... I need you. I’ve been wanting to do this to you for a while. I- I'm gonna put it in...” Idia whispered, panting slightly. As he was lowering your hips, you couldn't say anything as you felt his tip graze your wetness and you whimpered at the feeling. He kept bringing your hips down until you felt him all the way inside, head of his dick kissing your cervix. You threw your arms around his neck and moaned into his ear, causing a grunt from your partner. Not giving you time to adjust, Idia started thrusting in and out sloppily into your hole, squelching and moaning sounds filling the air of his usually quiet dorm.

“Oh Idia, please, pleasepleaseplease-!” You screamed, not even knowing what you were pleading for. Your (h/c) hair was sweaty and you felt your eye makeup starting to run with every tear you shed. Idia’s loud grunts filled your ear, causing your heat to build up.

“*pant* Mmh, y/n...” he paused and started thrusting into you slowly but hard, pulling you back so his forehead could touch with yours, blue hair still frayed in his face. “You have, *pant* no idea... I would masturbate to your pictures every. Single. Night. I jerked off on these sheets and used your photos of you smiling, you weren’t even *pant* n-naked... Does that, *pant* make me a sick pervert? No matter, you're here with me now, and I'm mmh, making you feel good, right?” Idia confessed, yellow eyes staring into yours with infatuation and obsession. You felt your breath hitch in a feeling familiar to fear. He was lovesick. Not the same person you thought you were messaging for the past few days or gaming with earlier. He looked deranged.

“I... Aaanh~!” You were cut off by a particularly hard thrust into your cervix. Idia licked your neck while thrusting into your abused hole. “I’m gonna breed you, kitten. W-wanna see you drip with my cum.. mmh, you want that?”

You were so close to your release that you didn’t even care about what he was saying. “More Idia, more!!” You breathed. Closing your eyes and now using your own hips to grind into his cock.

Remembering a particular position that grabbed Idia’s attention, he lifted you up, dick still hard inside of you. He placed your back on the bed, your head on his pillow while he brought your legs up to your chest. Idia continued to thrust into you, your face now in full view. He held your wrists in one hand above your head so you couldn’t hide your face from his eyes.

“Idia...” you breathed out. “I- Idia!!!!” You felt your orgasm approaching fast while he pounded into you relentlessly. “Haaanh~ I’m close!!” You moaned shamelessly.

“Hnnh, that’s r-right, y/n... mm, cum for me...” Idia breathed out in between his panting. With that, Idia thrusted faster until the knot that was building in your lower regions finally released. “Aaanh~!! I’m cumming, Idia, c-cumming all over your cock!!” Your face contorted into one of full bliss, eyes looking straight into his with your mouth in an o-shape. The walls around Idia’s length clenched tightly, milking him of his seed. Idia came suddenly with a groan, pumping it deep within you while riding out his high. "Fuck, y/n!!"

Idia rolled you both to your sides, his dick softening inside you. You both panted hard as you faced one another. You opened your eyes to find him with his eyes closed, blushing at the sight of your naked bodies still intertwined even after your climaxes. “We, we actually did it...” he whispered and opened his eyes. “!!!!” He made a mildly surprised noise, eyes widening and turning away.

“Eeh?! What’s wrong!?” You said, wondering if something was on your face. “N-nothing it’s just.... I’m surprised we... you.. you’re staring at me... I’m sorry, I’m still not used to people doing that...” Idia said shamefully, darting his yellow eyes to and from you periodically.

You couldn’t help but giggle. “Eek!! Why,, are you laughing at me?” Idia frowned and hid his face in the pillow. “Well.. your personality is different when you’re having sex versus not. It's interesting.” you told him, tracing a finger along his arm.

Idia blushed intensely, throwing his arms around your neck and hid his pale face in your neck. "Mmph..! I-, I like you, y/n..." he breathed into your neck. "I wouldn't be able to handle you doing this with another person so... will you be mine?" Idia pulled back to watch your face as you contemplated.

Idia's words from earlier suddenly flooded your memories. He looked insane when he confessed to his perverted actions and it evoked an uncertain emotion akin to fear. Your body felt paralyzed. But in the moment, with Idia's lightly pink tinged skin and unsure eyes, you had to admit it made your heart flutter, too. "Yes, Idia..."