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nakaira · 2 days ago

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I CALL HER LACEY, LACES BIND US. ; fyodor dostoyevsky x fem!reader.

chapter synopsis. despite your awkward first interaction, you really like your roommate, fyodor dostoyevsky and the feeling is mutual, it's just that his liking for you is somewhere near love.

warnings and tags. roommate!fyodor, implied rich!fyodor, he calls reader lacey sometimes, sigma and nikolai lives together, reader is scared of spiders, sex talk, drinking, reader mentions failed orgasms, flirting, rj and jia are almost never here because they are busy saving yokohama (joke), fyodor is down bad maybe, fyodor begins his dazai hating agenda etc.

note. rahh this is here finally!! i fear i am once again going to fall sick wah, i hope not. the next update will be on next thursday or idk, if this hits 150 notes before then i might update sooner, idk twin. this is a part of 'the devil smiles and i fall in love' series so check it out. i wanna see what sin u think this fic represents hehe. also fyodor is a loser but his face card is the only thing saving him, he's honestly down bad, me thinks. but i rlly like how the first chap turned out!! like their interactions are to die for ruejeje my fav is def the spider one cause fyodor is so carefree there and then the one where he's semi drunk and all cute lol.

masterlist.

fuck. there's a handsome guy standing in front of you, staring down at your lace panties which fell from your hands while you were taking your washed clothes back to your bedroom from the laundry.

he blinks. you blink as well as you feel the embarrassment climbing up your cheeks and you quickly lunge to pick up your underwear. you are thankful it's this lacey scandalous piece of fabric and not one of the normal ones you wear because wow, that would have been more embarrassing.

"lacey." he mumbles under his breath softly and you immediately scratch away your previous thought. this is just as embarrassing.

you are pretty sure he's the new roommate your flatmates were talking about, the infamous fyodor dostoyevsky who seemed to always be the favourite subject of many of your professors and ever peers. he's like a star student here.

said star student has seen your lace underwear.

"t-this is for confidence buildup." you aren't even sure why you are explaining this to him but you seriously want him to have a good first impression of you.

he tilts his head, his bangs following as they hide his amused eyes from you before he delicately pushes them behind his ear with his slender index finger.

"matching and bold bras and panties help me feel confident on days i feel like shit." you give a more clear explanation this time and he nods quietly.

"i am fyodor dostoyevsky. i was told this is where i was assigned." he tells kindly and gently.

oh, he's a nice guy?

you feel yourself relaxing as the momentary embarrassment leaves you because of his mature reaction and you smile, nodding, "mm, it's the room next to mine. come, i will show you."

you quickly leave your clothes on the couch and turn, expecting him to follow you and he does, maintaining a respectful distance between you two and you think the next time you meet your friends, it'll be you who will sing praises of this guy (because the bare minimum is rare to find these days. sadly.)

the apartment you live in is on the third floor of the university dorm building, with four rooms in each apartment, two on one side and two on the other side of the apartment. when you first entered, the room next to yours was empty and from your roommates who were here since before you (they are both your seniors), you heard the room next to yours was fyodor's (you didn't know it was him at that time) but for some reason he decided to stay over at a friend's for the first two months instead.

which is why he's coming here only now.

you stand in front of the two familiar beige doors, turning to face him with another kind smile as you tilt your head to the door on your right which he mirrors, "your's."

you then tilt your head to the left as he mirrors you again, "mine."

he looks at you again as you straighten your head, hesitating as if he wants to say something but doesn't because of some reason. you want to be a nice roommate, one he can talk good about to his friends and one he will look upon as a kind person so you smile, encouraging him to speak.

you wish you hadn't though on hearing the words leaving his lips.

"do i call you lacey?" he asks gently, eyes glittering in amusement at your immediate reply.

"no." you immediately cut him off, telling him your name which he repeats after you say so to probably test it out on his tongue.

whatever the reason may be, it's hot to hear him call your name because his russian accent slips out as he does so.

"you can give me your number if you want to." you blurt out, eyes widening as you stutter while trying to somehow make your previous words more bearable, "i will add you to our group chat in case you ever need to inform us of anything or —"

"i get it sweetie." he cuts you off before you could continue your nervous rambling which only serves to embarrass you more. he wonders if you are a nervous person by nature or if it's because of his presence and if it's the latter, then it's nothing he hasn't experienced before.

he sees you look up at him, bottom lip nervously caged between your teeth as you nod. something about this sight is tempting him despite the action not being seducing in any nature. it's a normal reaction he has seen far too many times and greater times he's the reason behind such actions of others.

as he takes your phone from between your two hands (you probably wanted to appear polite by offering your phone with both hands, that's cute), his fingers brush against your's as you are in the process of pulling back your hands. you look up, smiling as if encouraging him to type in his number. as if the touch didn't make electricity run up your veins like it did with him.

he nods, exhaling softly through his nose as he types in his number quickly. too quickly which makes you curious if he types a lot, probably coding or writing articles since he does seem like the kind to be into philosophy and science, but you do not voice it out since he probably won't like to have a nosy roommate.

you won't like having one so you assume the same for him.

as he gives your phone back to you, he purposely holds it in a way which causes your fingers to brush against his again because he wants to see if the electric spark was literal static electricity or something far more concerning.

he nearly gasps out because he feels it again. a rush travelling up his veins towards his brain while you look at your phone, he had saved his number with a simple 'fyodor.' formal and simple.

smiling as you wave your phone, you tell, "great, i will add you to the group chat. if you need anything or if i can be of any help, let me know, okay?"

your expectant gaze takes him a few seconds to understand that you are probably waiting for a verbal confirmation so fyodor nods. at the same time, he gets a little 'hi' message from you so he quickly saves your number as well.

looking up teasingly, he utters, "i saved you as lacey," smiles slightly and enters his room with his luggage.

you stand, flabbergasted before you sigh, glaring at the lacey panties in your mind as you walk back towards the living room couch to pick up your clothes before anyone else has the chance to see your panties, "it's fine. i am an adult. panties are fine. don't be embarrassed."

but no matter how much you try to reassure yourself, it still is embarrassing because fyodor is a complete stranger and something about a stranger who you are going to have to get close with in the future seeing your underwear makes you heat up in embarrassment.

"at least he was mostly mature about it." you mumble, remembering a few idiotic guys from your class who you don't like with a passion. they are loud, immature and ugh, so lame.

if fyodor ends up being like them then you will try your best to keep your conversations short with him and formal. you don't like talking too much to people you can't stand unless it's something you are required to do professionally.

it's been a few hours since fyodor entered his dorm room and unpacked. the dorm room isn't necessarily small but he must've gotten too used to the spacious rooms in nikolai and (poor) sigma's shared apartment.

the thought of them two reminds him to inform them that he's here and settled, already knowing that nikolai is going to bug him till he gives in and invites both the men here. he's not going to do that anytime soon though and he's going to have to ask you and the others before doing so. or else it's gonna be really rude and he has enough rude rumours going on around about him.

this is why he's so amused at your kind behaviour because if you had heard the rumours about him, you would have been nervous or tried to keep your distance from him. and yes, he knows you were nervous but that was because of your underwear.

the thought of the clothing article makes him grin and he turns on his bed to face the wall. on the other side of the wall must be your bed.

he places his hand on the wall as he wonders what you must be doing right now and he already has two guesses, both of them circulating your clothes. either you are folding them or organizing them.

his phone buzzes with a notification and fyodor turns to grab it from the nightstand, eyebrows shooting up as he sees your name pop up.

lacey : hey, wanna go grab a bite? :

lacey : you are new here right? i will show you around and point out the affordable but good places. >o<

the message makes him want to chuckle but he refrains because it's sweet how considerate you are being though he guesses it's probably because you don't want him to remember you as the roommate who has lacey lingerie — nothing wrong with that, he doesn't care enough about it even if it was funny at that moment.

but he types back a thank you and agrees to it, telling you he will be out there in the living room in ten minutes.

he doesn't bother changing from the simple white shirt, off-white jacket with the white having a hint of leaning a bit towards the palest shade of yellow and beige pants he wore when he came here since he hadn't changed, not having the energy or strength to. now he feels as if it's a good thing that he didn't.

he grabs his wallet and keys, placing them in his pockets and leaves his clean room with his phone in his hand, spotting you sitting anxiously on the couch. the sight makes him amused, again. you are a really interesting person to him.

"hey." he mumbles, stopping next to the couch as he looks down at you.

his voice is gentle and easy for the ears, you think, smiling up at him as you wave and stand up to lead him out while you speak, "rj and jia were sad they couldn't welcome you."

rj and jia are your two other roommates who are coincidentally in the same course and mostly have the same classes. for some reason they know fyodor too and were very honest in expressing their sadness on not being here to welcome and 'pull the boy out of his shell' — not your words, those are jia's because you barely know and talked to fyodor to form some kind of opinion or assumption about him.

"i am glad they aren't here." he nearly grimaces, remembering how extroverted and adventurous the two are, almost like nikolai in a sense.

you smile as you enter the elevator which was fortunately already on this floor and for the first time since he came here, you take the time to look at him properly.

oh, breathtaking. you think and then look away quickly because you do not want him to catch you ogling him despite how much you want to because your short moment of admiration doesn't do him justice.

his hair delicately falls on his face and makes him look more elegant while his tall structure adds to the charm of him being a pretty boy (according to you) and his looks match his voice. everything about him is so elegant and pretty and you bitterly think that maybe God really does have certain people he took a long time to create and fyodor is probably one of them.

"i heard you were supposed to come here sooner?" you begin a small talk, looking up to see fyodor already staring at you with his intense eyes which makes you feel hot and bothered.

it's as if he can see past you and into parts of you which you aren't even aware of and it's kind of scary.

it's as if he's sensing your discomfort because he quickly softens his expression, offering you a small smile because he isn't hostile — not to everyone, answering you, "mm yes. a good friend of mine broke his arm so i had to stay over because said friend is wild and my other friend couldn't handle him alone."

his explanation just earns him more good points in your book or maybe you are desperate enough to befriend him because imagine being on bad terms with your roommate for the next few years. wow, that's actually terrifying to think about.

"you stayed in their dorm?" you ask, hoping you aren't being too nosy because you aren't sure if fyodor is the timid kind of person who won't say something even when it's bothering the life out of him or not.

he shakes his head, pursing his lips as the elevator door opens and because he has good manners, he places his hand against the elevator door and let's you step out first, answering softly, "no, my friends have an apartment they bought together. not too far from here actually."

your eyes widen at this information because there is a building not too far from the main university building and in surprise, you mumble, "your friends must be rich."

"if you think so." he simply shrugs, neither agreeing nor disagreeing as he gently grabs your shoulders to turn you away and towards the parking lot,"that way."

"you have a car?" you ask, trying not to sound more surprised but when you look up and see the amusement glinting in his eyes, you know you sound just as surprised as you feel.

"mm, yes." he nods.

"why didn't you stay with your friend? i mean that's gotta be more comfortable than the dorms, right?" you ask, noticing his hands are still on your shoulders as he leads you towards a black mercedes.

he's rich too?

"i already have a lot of unsavory opinions floating around about me. as much as i don't care for them, i still want to put a stop to them. if i stayed at the apartments, it won't make them stop rather they'll flourish." he explains to you as he stops at the passenger's side, moving over to the driver's and notes that you only enter after he did. that's cute.

you sit on the comfortable seat, somehow resisting the urge to moan as you look at the interior of the car, "your car is nice," you offer a compliment to which he mutters a small thank you.

you want to be nosy and ask him what these 'unsavory opinions' are but you have been nosy enough. it doesn't take long for a person to be seen from curious to plain nosy.

he asks you where you want to go and you tell the address of the cute chinese shop just a few minutes away by car and that's it. you two don't try to make any small talks and the silence isn't bothering you because you do not mind it. it's now awkward enough to suffocate you but pretty comforting.

you eye fyodor from the corner of your eye to see one hand on the steering wheel as he drums his finger against it while driving while the other is on his lap and wrapped in a silver watch which looks expensive.

he's rich yet still staying at the dorms because he doesn't want to give people more topics to talk about. you wonder what the rumours are because you have only heard good stuff about him till now regarding his intellect and good conversation skills.

you wish you were as rich as him.

"how do you know jia and rj?" you ask.

"my friend — the one who fractured his arm knew rj and through him i know both of them."

you nod.

you are honestly somewhat nervous to take him to the cute chinese shop after learning about his financial status. you wanted to do something nice to possibly begin a friendship with him but now it feels as if he's going to judge you if your recommended restaurant isn't up to his rich tastes.

you nervously step out of his car as he smiles again which you nervously return, wishing you could stop your past self from asking him out to eat but what's done is done so you put on a brave face and walk, noticing he's walking behind you and not beside you. that's kinda sweet unless you are reading too much into it and he didn't even mean it.

eating with fyodor has been one of your best decisions despite your earlier hesitancy because this guy has been nothing but respectful and well mannered to both you and the staff, showing no signs of smugness or of disliking it here.

he had offered you his food and you did so too in return. other than this it was actually easy to talk to him too and you learnt he's a good listener and likes listening to gossip despite his looks and demeanor which at first made you think he might be the type to stay away from such stuff.

currently, you two are having a small argument.

"i asked you to come so it means i should pay." you tell.

"nonsense. i won't let a lady pay when my wallet is full." he waves his hand as if he's dismissing your opinion, looking at you to see you are already frowning.

"you pay next time? let me pay now."

"why don't you pay next time, dear?" he uses your own words against you, cocking his head to the side arrogantly and oh fuck, you have to take a deep breath because for some reason you found this action very attractive.

"my point stays. i invited you, which means i should pay."

"and i remember telling i won't let a woman pay when my wallet is full. that's basic manners."

"no? basic manners is me paying." you sigh, getting tired of this conversation already as you look at him pleadingly.

fyodor pauses, taking a deep breath before his lips quirk up a bit and he says in a more hushed tone compared to before, "dear, please — we are both tired. just let me pay?"

"you let me pay." you mumble before you end up smiling as something about both of you pleading to the other to not pay is funny. shaking your head, you make sure he sees how reluctant you are with the way you heavily sigh, "fine. you can pay."

fyodor looks almost skeptical at your sudden agreement but doesn't speak on it, standing up to walk away to pay.

as he returns, he eyes you but you only smile innocently as you stand up so you two can leave. the drive back to the apartment is once again filled with small yet appreciated conversations.

as you approach your bedroom door, you turn to face him which makes him stop behind you as he tilts his head, silently asking you if something is wrong.

he watches you reach for your wallet as you pull out a few cash notes, quickly shoving them in his hand as you grin, "it's basic manners for the one who asks you out to eat to be the one to pay unless you have had prior conversations about sharing the bill or something. if you are so against it, you can repay by being the one who takes me out next time."

you say in a hurry as you quickly open your door and enter your room, closing the door to not give him a chance to enter and return your money to you.

outside of your door, fyodor blinks as he stares down at the cash in his hands before he smirks, amused, entering his own room.

you are laying in your bed as you stare at the ceiling, recalling your interactions with fyodor until now. and from these interactions you can assume him to be a decent guy, actually, he's more than decent and that's a relief because you aren't sure how you would have felt if you had to share the same apartment with an asshole instead.

your eyes roam over the ceiling until they fall on the corner of the wall and ceiling, spotting a hairy black object over there. you sit up, leaning on your elbows as you narrow your eyes to focus more on the black blotch while your heartbeat gets a bit erratic as you have some kind of hint on what it could be and which you are desperately hoping for not.

the thing moves and you gulp in fear. it's a fucking spider. a black, hairy one at that, barely half the size of your pinky.

you slowly sit up properly, then stand up from your bed while not taking your eyes away from the spider.

it's a very irrational fear in your opinion but you can't help it. insects and spiders — especially hairy ones, makes your skin crawl in fear and you are thankful fyodor is here otherwise you would have slept in his empty room until either of your other roommates returned and had killed or taken the spider out of your room.

you gulp, taking a shaky breath as you run away from your room, shakily knocking on fyodor's door which he opens in barely a minute, smiling down in confusion at you.

your throat goes dry as you take in the sight of him having changed into light sweatpants and a loose black t-shirt while his hair is now pulled into a loose ponytail and there's something glinting against his neck, probably a silver necklace or chain.

"um, i am so sorry to trouble you right now but like— there's a spider in my room and i am like really scared of insects and spiders and i was wondering if you could please take it away from my room for me?" you speak nervously, peering up at him to wait for his reaction.

fyodor blinks, amused as he nods.

"i will bring a glass and a plate to trap it." he says, moving past you to walk to the open kitchen but stops when he feels you following and turns his head to look at you.

you are nervously following after him, too scared to even stand there alone. this sight makes fyodor nearly snicker but he holds it in really well, feeling as if he's grown somewhat closer to you after the lunch you two shared since he can't feel the usual formality and awkwardness he usually senses from people when they first meet him.

you follow him as he opens the cabinets and drawers to find the stuff he's looking for, then you remember he doesn't know where plates and glasses are usually placed so you instruct him to which he mutters a soft 'thank you'

turning around, he walks towards your bedroom with you following closely yet you stop at the door and smile shakily, "good luck."

"you are a baby." he deadpans but when you see his lips curved up softly, you realise he's not actually insulting you and is just joking as he adds, "a big baby."

"mm you are an adult then? go on and do what a responsible adult would do and get the spider out of my room." you can't lie or hide the hesitancy in your voice because you aren't sure if he's going to be a good sport and take your joke well without feeling offended but since he teased you, it must mean you can joke with him right?

it's very hard to know what he's thinking or if he considers you someone who can joke with him on a casual basis without it feeling like disrespect or anything so your joke is literally a gamble in your eyes

to your relief, fyodor makes a show by sighing loudly as he looks at you, "yeah i guess i should be a good adult and show a baby like you how adults handle situations like this, no?"

he doesn't wait for your reply as he's already entering your room and you peek in to see him try to locate the spider that has crawled over to the wall by the side of your bed (the wall which is in between your room and his).

"can i stand on top of your bed?" he asks for permission since he's not the type to allow people to stand on his bed or dirty it in any sense. you nod and he wants to actually laugh out at how scared the spider has made you since you are desperate for it to be taken away, agreeing to anything and everything.

but fyodor doesn't waste any seconds as he stands on top of your bed, blankly blinking as even after stretching his arms, the spider is still a hand's distance away, "oh."

"oh?" you repeat from your position at the door, your panicked voice being a great contrast to his nonchalant one.

fyodor smiles lazily as he looks at you and shrugs, "maybe you have to come to terms with the spider living in your room. it's good anyway since it's going to eat if any fly or insect gets in —"

"fyodor," you frown, "i want the spider out of my room."

he hums, looking back up at the spider and still in a teasing and playful mood, calls out to the spider, "hey man. mind coming down?"

he looks at you again with a fake sad frown. "he's not listening."

"try nicely and lovingly," you snort, crossing your arms over your chest as you lean against the doorframe, wetting your bottom lip to alleviate some of your nervousness.

sighing, fyodor shrugs as he looks up again and calls to the spider, "please come down?"

he's about to turn to face you again but stops when the spider actually listens and crawls down. from his peripheral vision, he can see you paling and standing straight as he gently brings the plate and glass up to trap the spider, joking, "see? such a good mannered spider. you sure you want him out of your room?"

"yes."

"really sure?" he asks as he steps down from your bed, watching through the glass as the spider crawls around the plate in confusion.

"i need both him and you out of my room." you joke, feeling yourself grow warmer for this man while also enjoying his somewhat fun personality. you think you two can be good friends.

"say bye," he says as he playfully brings the caged spider closer to your face, making your eyes widen as you yelp and stick your back against the doorframe, gritting, "take it out."

this time, he doesn't stop himself from cackling quietly while he walks out with the spider and as much as you want to reply with a jab or something, you find yourself smiling back. he has a nice laugh.

you are also somewhat surprised that's he's this easy to talk to and remember how surprised you felt at the lunch too because while he's not a big talker and usually doesn't have many emotions on his face, he does drop a joke here or there and sometimes with a straight face that if you aren't paying much attention to him, it feels as if he's being mean.

fyodor has been living here with you for a week and is trying his best to be as much of help as he can be so you won't view him as someone lazy or bad. while he doesn't care about what others think of him most of the time, you are his roommate so your views on him does matter.

it has also been a week of him trying his best to somehow give nikolai weak excuses to not visit him.

it's not that he doesn't want to — if that was the case then he would have answered with a blunt no already, he wants them here but he isn't sure if now is the right time. isn't it too soon?

sighing, he gets up from his bed to make his way to your room to ask you for permission before replying to nikolai who is currently spamming his phone with what he's assuming to be meme reactions. with the way his phone is continuously buzzing, he's sure there's no need to take it with him because it's only going to disturb him while he talks with you.

he stops in front of your bedroom door, raising his hand to knock against the wood, pushing the doorknob to enter once he hears you yell a soft 'come in'.

"hey." he smiles or tries to smile, hoping you won't think he's smirking or sneering at you and his worries bubble up and disappear once you smile back, sitting up from your previous lying position.

he looks down quickly to see you are wearing a black tank top with thin straps and hello kitty pajamas and quickly looks up again because he's not about to be caught staring at a woman's chest and whatever is revealed of her stomach.

"something wrong?" you ask, the concern in your voice makes him feel somewhat warm.

"i wanted to ask you if it's okay with you if i invite two of my friends tonight?"

"i don't mind." your answer satisfies him greatly and he hums before he adds this one very important detail, "you will tell me if they make you uncomfortable or if you don't want them to stay, okay? this is your apartment too so i do not want you to feel like a stranger in your own house."

he can see the surprise his words cause on your face before you regain control over your facial expressions and smile warmly, "i will."

"one of my friends is a bit too rowdy." he warns in case you want to change your mind but you only smile and wow, he wants to groan because he doesn't think he can ever be as understanding as you.

seriously, you have been nothing but nice to him since he came here and while he knows genuinely nice people exist, it's still always a shock when he bumps into such people because how can someone be so nice and kind to everyone? always ready to help someone else who is in trouble?

truly, he loves humans so much sometimes and everytime you smile or do something for him as a nice gesture, he gets reminded that beneath the majority of the wickedness, humans are loving animals.

fyodor wants to change his sentence. he doesn't love humans anymore, especially males with pretty white hair and mouths too big which they use to talk shit.

"and then i was like 'bro, trust me' and tried doing those cool flips on the skateboard and ended up spraining my wrist after falling down so dos-kun here had to stay to take care of me with sigma." nikolai explains to you, laughing here and there as he realises the absurdity of the situation because even though sigma was constantly warning him not to, he still did it anyway and the latter had to take care of him in the end.

"you call him 'dos-kun'?" fyodor hears you asking curiously and he can't help but smile to himself because this is what you chose to focus on.

"mm, to feel closer to the culture or something." nikolai grins which you mirror and as much as this sight sends relief down his veins since it means his friends aren't disturbing you, it also makes him a tiny bit bitter. you are his roommate so he tells himself that he's only looking out for you and nothing else. since you are a nice person, he doesn't want nikolai to even accidently hurt you or do something which will leave a bad impression on you.

he bites down on his thumb, a nervous habit he never got rid of till now as his eyes meet sigma's. the latter smiles, confused because while fyodor is normally silent and prefers to listen while others talk, he does add some jabs towards nikolai every once in a while but not tonight. he had been quiet since dinner when you sat in between of nikolai and sigma and not next to him which stings a tiny bit. isn't he your roommate? why didn't you sit next to him?

sigma looks more prettier than usual with his two toned hair styles in a bun and those bangs just framing his face. not awkwardly but it's not a common type of hairstyle too. fyodor shakes his head, offering a small, fake smile in return as he watches sigma be pulled in the conversation by nikolai.

"i am okay with it. what about you, fyodor?" sigma asks, which causes you to look at fyodor too, a hopeful smile on your face.

fyodor didn't hear what you guys were talking about and neither does he care but, he nods, to watch the smile on your face increase.

"great!" nikolai suddenly cackles which makes you snort as well as you press your palm against your mouth to not laugh like a madman. the way he suddenly began laughing makes you crack up too and if you look up, you can see the wary looks fyodor and sigma exchange.

"we have vodka, i think. also wine. whatever you prefer." you tell as you point at the kitchen where you are sure the drinks you mentioned are kept, looking at fyodor whose deadpan look makes you laugh nervously.

you turn to look at sigma who has the same look on his face and you finally cringe, mumbling quietly, "what?"

"he's going to mix both of them." fyodor answers, smirking a bit at your wincing.

"you don't have beer right? he might mix that too." sigma's worried voice makes you fearful too as you shake your head to his relief.

"guys! should we mix —"

"no." fyodor deadpans before nikolai can even utter out the full sentence but the white haired man mockingly pouts, going back to leave the wine back from where he got it.

"you do know we are playing never have i ever, right? or were you too busy ogling that poor girl?" sigma mumbles under his breath so only fyodor hears him while he sits on the floor to play.

damn it. since the guy is usually so kind and sweet, for a moment fyodor forgot how sigma's mouth can sometimes be too sharp.

"wasn't doing that." he mumbles to defend himself from this accusation, sitting next to sigma but it's as if he has dug his own grave when he pats the spot next to him for you to sit down.

when he realises what he's doing, he tries his best to not look at sigma who's eyebrows are cocked up somewhat arrogantly.

he's just looking out for you. that's it. is it so wrong of fyodor to look out for his roommate?

nikolai comes back. the grin on his face is so bright it's sending metaphorical shivers down fyodor's spine but that's a typical reaction to nikolai and his shenanigans.

sitting down as he places the four shot glasses in the middle along with the vodka, nikolai pulls his phone out of his pocket and searches for questions on the internet before he remembers something and looks up especially at fyodor, "do i need to explain this game to anyone?"

sigma looks at fyodor too and wow, do they really think he doesn't know such basic childish party games just because he doesn't go to many parties? that's kinda depressing.

"i know how to play." he mumbles quietly, looking down at his lap in what seems like embarrassment.

"okayyyy then — never have i ever faked an orgasm," nikolai reads the question and looks up teasingly.

sighing, you tilt your head towards the glass for him to pour you some vodka and nikolai snickers, "for real?"

"for real." you nod as he passes you the glass and you gulp before drinking it in one go, wincing.

"can i ask for context?" sigma chimes in, invested but it's not like fyodor can say he isn't.

"had an ex. had to fake it every time with him." you explain, chuckling as you see the man give you a pity filled look while nikolai hums, "many women fakes it even in marriages."

"yeah." you agree, "ask the next question."

"never have i ever had a threesome."

at this question, much to everyone's surprise, it's fyodor and sigma who take a shot, leaving you and nikolai to gape at them as sigma hurriedly adds, "we didn't have one together. it's with different people."

"missed the chance." nikolai tuts to which fyodor sends him a wary filled look.

"never have i ever had a friends with benefits situation."

no one drinks this time.

"never have i ever played strip poker."

fyodor drinks again, ignoring the surprised look you send his way.

"never have i ever had sex in a pool — oh, i did!" nikolai chirps, not giving any context to anyone except mumbling something about it being a private pool.

as the game continues, one thing is evident to fyodor and that is that you don't get a lot of action in your life — he has taken more shots than you and that's like saying something.

but due to taking so many shots, he's beginning to get drowsy and drunk. his cheeks are flushed with a light pink and his eyes are half lidded. he's not entirely drunk yet but if he continues taking more shots then even that isn't far away.

"never have i ever been spanked on someone's knees or spanked someone." nikolai says as the three friends take shots.

"i want to be spanked — does that make sense?" you ask sigma who nods. the alcohol has made all of you a bit more looser and comfortable with each other to talk so openly about sex and kinks.

"you freak, didn't know you liked to be topped." nikolai teases as he leans back, resting his head back on the couch.

"no bro, i once tried topping my ex but he got angry later saying i was messing with his masculinity?"

"what a fucking joke." sigma snickers and fyodor wants to agree so badly and tell you that you deserve someone better but he can barely stay awake right now so he rests his head on your shoulder, closing his eyes.

you turn to look at him, smiling, "don't wanna play anymore?"

"no." he drawls out lazily and you nod in agreement as you point a finger at nikolai, "you."

"me?" nikolai blinks, sitting up a bit as he points at himself innocently.

"don't wanna play this anymore. the longer i play, the more i realise my sex life is lacking." you frown.

fyodor peaks up to see nikolai close his eyes as he rests against the couch again, suggesting, "you want me to hook you up with one of my friends? he's basically a sex God or so he says."

"is this dazai?" sigma asks and nikolai nods.

"absolutely not." fyodor shakes his head as he sits up, looking at you with shoulders slumped, "never him, okay? he's a loser and he sucks so much and he's not even that smart as people make him out to be and he's definitely not a nice guy."

"didn't you like him dos-kun?" nikolai teasingly calls.

"not for her. she deserves better —" fyodor looks at you, resting his head against your shoulder again as he mumbles against it, "you deserve so much better than dazai.”

"if fyodor doesn't like him then he must be not that good?" you look at the two guys who look at you surprised. you blink as you wonder if you said something wrong or something you aren't supposed to.

"wait wait — you think fyodor is good?" sigma asks, scratching his jaw awkwardly when he sees your eager nod.

"he's really nice." you tell, resting your head on top of fyodor's, "he kills spiders and cooks."

sigma blinks but doesn't ask anything else as nikolai groans, sitting up to grab the vodka bottle and shot glasses to put them away.

"you guys won't drive in this state, right? you can stay here for the night. don't go out in a drunk state." you frown as you tell sigma who doesn't reject as fyodor is glaring at him from his position on your shoulder and instead nervously blurts out, "of course."

"stay in my room," fyodor lazily says before sternly adding, "on the floor."

"say that to nikolai." sigma mumbles under his breath, nodding.

"good night." you smile at him which he returns before you pat fyodor's arm comfortingly, mentally making a note to thank him later since you can't remember the last time you had this much fun especially since now you are having some problems with a really close friend.

begrudgingly, fyodor lifts his head from your shoulder and offers you a small smile, telling you that you should go to sleep first and he'll make sure everything is clean before doing so.

so when you look at him and quietly and almost shyly mumble a "thank you, i had so much fun tonight. your friends are as nice as you", he felt the drunkenness and sleep leave his body. leaving him wide awake.

unlike most people, fyodor isn't used to hearing such words filled with gratitude targeted at him alot so your words leave him stunned. it's only after you leave to go to your room that he catches sight of sigma having a small smile on his face but before he could interrogate him, sigma escapes with the lame excuse of helping nikolai.

"you are going to sleep in my bedroom. you really think i won't ask you why you are smiling so much then?" fyodor asks himself, sighing as he shakes his head at sigma's 'naivety'.

you wanted to sleep for an hour or two more but as soon as your eyes opened and you realised you have a very bad headache, it kind of got hard to ignore it because it feels as if the headache is going to split your head into two.

so with an annoyed groan, you reluctantly wake up and leave your room to enter the bathroom to get freshened up and ready for the day.

you do your best to make sure your steps and actions are as quiet as possible because the lights around the apartment are off so you are sure none of the guys woke up.

well, except fyodor who you stumble upon when you enter the living room while he's standing behind the kitchen counter.

"you are up so early? it's barely seven." you question, approaching him as he smiles at you before he looks down again to continue chopping the vegetables.

"it's hard sleeping in the same room as two other guys, dear." he tells, taking a step to the side as you stand close to him and he doesn't like how he's immediately concerned at your lack of clothing since the weather is kind of chilly during early mornings.

while it's not unusual for him to observe what someone is wearing or how they stand next to him, it is unusual for the bubbles of concern to erupt in his heart and mind.

"don't you feel cold?" he asks, sparing you one glance before he focuses back on the vegetables.

"kind of." you lazily smile, leaning your head against his shoulder and this action came to you so naturally that you don't even realise you have done it, "what are you making?"

"chicken soup. it's good for hangovers or well it works for me so i am sure it's going to work for you as well." he says and fyodor really wants to offer you his own hoodie but he isn't sure if he should because what if he comes off as pushy or clingy in a creepy way?

"you are making it for me too? you are the sweetest." you praise, unaware how it's warming his heart. but even he is unaware how this action is warming your heart for him.

"that's the least i can do because had nikolai not suggested that game, you wouldn't even be having one right now."

"don't worry. i enjoyed myself a lot yesterday. your friends are nice too — did i already say this?" you chuckle when he hums to confirm that yes, you did say it all already but it's as if you can never stop from repeating praises because you genuinely mean them and you want him to hear them as a form of your appreciation for him.

"can you get me the pot from the top cabinet?" he asks and you nod.

you walk over to the cabinet on the opposite side of the kitchen counter and stretch your arms but like usual, the cabinets are out of your reach so you place your knee on the counter to climb up to reach the cabinets but stop in your tracks as you feel fyodor stand behind you.

you gulp because you can feel his chest lightly brush against your back as he leans closer to place his hand on your knee, gripping it as he pulls your knee back down.

he leans even more closer to speak against your ear, "if you can't reach it, don't you think you should have said so?"

"i can reach it. just not in the same way as you." you whisper, voice shivering somewhat which he immediately picks up on and the thought that this close proximity is affecting you in this way makes him satisfied.

smiling at your words, fyodor tries his luck by leaning in closer under the guise of reaching for the cabinets. he opens the cabinet doors and grabs the pot but doesn't move back as he wants to stick closer to you for a while.

"how was it? sleeping with nikolai and sigma?" you ask only because this silence is too intimidating and makes you aware of your frantic heart beat. and no matter what excuse you try to make, you can't ignore the glaring truth in front of your eyes — it's fyodor who is affecting you.

"good?" he mumbles, not wishing to reveal how he had sigma pinned to the floor while he threatened him to spill the reason behind his smiles and looks aimed at him, how his cheeks heated up when sigma blurted out that fyodor acts different with you to him kicking sigma and making the guy sleep on the floor for uttering such nonsense to joining him just an hour later because nikolai was suffocating him in his arms.

"i feel like the opposite happened." you mumble, tilting your head to look up at him.

you have a sudden urge to tuck the hair falling in front of his eyes behind his ear but you refrain, holding back from acting on this foolish feeling.

your loneliness must be getting to you, you tell yourself in a way to make sense of it all.

"you had an ex?" fyodor asks as he moves back despite your internal displeasure.

you nod, so he further asks, "mind telling me about him?"

you shrug because it's not like you are on bad terms with your ex or the matter is too private to speak about, had it been then you wouldn't have mentioned him yesterday during the game so as you follow fyodor who steps towards the stove, you begin,

"i met him at the beginning of first semester — he doesn't go to our uni. i met him a lot since my friend is kind of dating one of his friends and we hit it off. fast forward to two weeks later and i begin to realise he's not what i thought he would be." you pause because fyodor frowns as he turns his body to face your's and leans down so his face is closer to your's.

"did he hurt you? in any way?" he asks, the concern touching you as you smile and shake your head.

"i just didn't feel he was the same guy i met at first. like he suddenly stopped? he was charming and nice at first and then he stopped putting in effort. that bastard took my virginity but i didn't even cum even then. as soon as he was done, he stopped. not only in sex but in everything else too so i broke it off before i could get too attached." you pause again as once he's sure you are fine with speaking about this topic, he turns back to the pot where he's adding the chopped vegetables to the sautéed chopped garlic and you don't like the sudden emptiness you feel which came like a whiplash because of his attention being diverted.

you mentally shake these thoughts away as you begin to speak again, "i have heard many people getting attached to their shitty partners and not being able to break it off and that scared me. so yeah. all in all, he's just not the type of guy i prefer."

"what's your type of guy?" he asks, sparing you a glance again.

you fiddle with your fingers as you think about it carefully. it might be weird to stress so much about such a harmless question which friends end up asking each other but you can't help it and so, slowly you begin,

"i like a smart guy. someone who's mature too. emotionally mature as well," you carefully tell before almost shyly answering, "and uh, maybe someone taller?"

"oh?" he snickers.

"oh come on, you asked." you roll your eyes to hide your embarrassment, nudging his hip by your own which he mirrors before he pauses as if he realised something.

then, he turns to look at you with a worried look, "if any man named dazai osamu tries to approach you, you tell him to piss off and run away okay?"

"you don't like him?" you ask, about to nudge him with your hip again but he steps back just in time so you stumble and then he steps forwards to cage you between him and the stove.

with his arms on either side of you and him leaning so close, you don't know how you haven't melted on the ground by now but you are glad you haven't.

"as i said, you deserve better than him."

"why me specifically?" you ask as you feel your breath hitching at this proximity and if you cared enough, you would be scolding yourself for letting a guy you met only a few days ago affect you so much but it's as if whenever anything includes fyodor, your usual guard wavers away.

is it because you feel genuinely comfortable around him or because of the rumours about him and his looks which works in his favour in your mind, you aren't sure and you aren't dying to find out anyway.

"why you?" he repeats your words, using one hand to stir the pot of soup while the other moves away and instead rests flat against your hip, "you are someone i genuinely would hate to see heartbroken or sad. you are so sweet and deserve only nice things."

"what makes you think so?" you just can't keep quiet, not now when you are beginning to feel uncomfortable that in his eyes, you seem to be held at a very high pedestal and you want to clear this misunderstanding before it could grow bigger.

"nothing in particular." he answers with an air of nonchalance that's kind of comforting you right now, "it's just that i like you so i want to look out for you. is it wrong?"

"no." you breathe out. "it's not. um, thank you."

he smiles, moving to the side to let you step back if you wish to but you stay on your spot. neither of you mentions anything when he steps closer again and begins to stir the pot with you still in his arms. he might not care which you are grateful for.

a comfortable friendship is what this is, you think.

fyodor thinks the opposite in some sense because he thinks this is going to develop into something more than friendship from this point onwards. from his side . it might be because of the way you treat him or it might be what they call love. he doesn't know clearly as of yet but he admits he likes your company just as much (if not more) as he likes that of the two guys sleeping in his bedroom.

#— uni!fyodor #bsd x reader #bsd x you #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs x you #bsd x y/n #fyodor x y/n #fyodor x you #fyodor x reader #fyodor dostoevsky x reader #fyodor dostovesky x reader #fyodor dostoyevsky x reader

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quibbs126 · 1 day ago

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My brother and I watched Earthspark recently (we haven’t gotten around to Season 2 yet, my bad on that), and honestly, it was kind of hard watching Season 1 again for me because I know things get ruined, never answered/elaborated on, or concepts aren’t capitalized on

You can’t fully enjoy Starscream because you know the writers are going to ruin him, I feel like the war and Megatron in particular’s place in it should have been explored more, Schloder and Alex I feel like could have been an interesting dynamic given they’re both mega Bumblebee fans (and Schloder’s proven to be a good guy and there’s no threat now), and how Bumblebee deals with the fact that now there’s two of them

But I think the thing that pisses me off the most, at least right now, is that we never find out what Soundwave’s deal is, and we will never know, especially because I don’t think the show’s coming back at this rate

Like I get he’s mostly a one-off, most of the Cybertronian characters are; like Arcee or Grimlock or Tarantulas or Swindle. But like, most of them only needed that one episode to get their characters across or to deal with their arcs, they didn’t need that much more to explore them

But meanwhile Soundwave has this incredible grudge against Megatron, and we never get an explanation in his episode as to why. Yes, Megatron is a traitor to the Decepticons, but no other Decepticon reacts nearly as bad as Soundwave (though honestly his betrayal probably should’ve been explored more with them), and if they react badly, that reason is explained, like with Starscream or Shockwave. So why is Soundwave so different?

It feels like because his treatment of Megatron is so different from the others, there’s a special reason why he’s so mad at him. But what was it? I feel like there was a story there, we just never got it

I think Soundwave’s initial episode was good for showing the situation Megatron finds himself in in current day, and the disagreements between him and Optimus, as I’m pretty sure this was our first look at the complicated GHOST situation, the problem is it’s not elaborated on afterwards

And I wouldn’t even necessarily call it all Season 2’s fault, because I think Soundwave probably should’ve gotten another episode in Season 1 explaining him and Megatron. His episode was in the first batch of episodes, and then he’s just sort of standing around in then background for the rest of the season, and it’s very distracting

But that doesn’t really matter, because from Season 2 onwards Soundwave is yet again never elaborated on, and by this point I don’t think we’re ever getting that backstory, especially as they’re not even on the same planet anymore

Honestly at the end of the day, Frenzy and Lazerbeak were probably more important characters than Soundwave, since they at least had 1 or 2 more notable appearances

Like honestly, I don’t even know why Soundwave never really did anything after his debut. I don’t think it’s for the same reasons as someone like Grimlock, who has a likely more expensive voice actor in Keith David. As far as I’m aware, Soundwave’s VA, Sean Kenin Elias-Reyes, isn’t particularly famous, at least not to the level of other people like Keith David, or Alan Tudyk, aka the voice of Optimus, like the VA probably isn’t too expensive to not bring back. And I’m going to assume VA work is more flexible than live action work, so schedule issues are presumably not the problem, unless it was something else I don’t know about

I think I’m rambling at this point, I’m not entirely sure what I’m saying or how coherent this is, and I’ve probably repeated myself way too much. The point is, Soundwave seemed to have some sort of special beef with Megatron, or at least one not elaborated on in his debut, which makes it seem more significant (probably because he was the first of the Big 3 Decepticon Command that we met, though Starscream was also teased), or at least something we would learn more about. But then we never got that, Soundwave never did anything important again, and it really pisses me off because I have to know what happened, but the show didn’t tell me, and now it will never tell me

#like I’d at least take scrapped content or trivia from a panel because at least that’s something #and yes my current favorite fanfic’s premise is largely about this untapped plot point #so in some way I should appreciate the fact that it’s not answered #but damnit I want a canon answer as to what was going on #or at least have Soundwave do something #the other two commanders got interesting stuff to do #which could be because they showed up relatively late into the season #(also this made me realize that each commander was split up by each episode batch)#but still Soundwave’s right there #why are his Cassettes more impactful characters than him?#like I like them but why does Soundwave do nothing? Ravage too honestly but it’s not as big a deal I suppose #I feel like the rant has mostly just turned to Soundwave I should stop #but yes this one thing really gets to me #among other complaints I have about this show #transformers #transformers earthspark #Soundwave #Megatron #personal opinion #rant

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benreyfaggot · 2 days ago

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timothy timepiece rant from discord

Image id: a screenshot of 3 large discord messages from someone named Non Player Character, of whom is the original poster. The text reads: ok so basically timothy is this very time oriented guy. he cares a shit ton about everything happening ON TIME, and having schedules for EVERYTHING. This initially may come off as compulsive behavior, likely because of some form of neurodivergence, but if you talk to him OUTSIDE the time period he tells you to meet him, you discover the real reason. The real reason is because he has a split personality named Timmy (i say it's 100 percent DID and no one can convince me otherwise) that fronts during half the day. As opposed to Timothy, Timmy is a lazy catboy who is surprisingly freaky and says shit like "nya" and "master" which is honestly imo a little funny. if you keep talking to timmy, you learn that Timothy is actually a shield for Timmy (meaning Timmy is the host of the system) and he's so scared of people meeting the real him because he's worried they wont like him due to how admittedly annoying and troublesome he can be, like a real cat lol. the problem comes with the end of Timmy's story. you need to chose between timmy and timothy. if you talk to one of them one last time, the other becomes permanently unavailable. I don't like this because i think a far more compelling resolution would be for Timmy and Timothy to both accept each other as parts of one whole, which would resolve BOTH of their issues. This obviously fixes what i think is (probably accidental) anti DID messaging, AND would make it so timothy actually has a character arc outside of him finding someone who loves time as much as him. because the thing is, if you romance timothy, you actually AFFIRM his compulsive behaviors around scheduling and time. And while i am not an individual with proper ocd (i have it as a symptom rather than a full established disorder), this feels. wrong. Like i definely dont think making him completely stop caring about time and schedules would have been a good idea either, but i do think encouraging him to stick by these schedules rather than encouraging him to allow himself more wiggle room in his schedule and to allow himself to be less stressed about time, something he, a clock, should fully enjoy, feels wrong.

End of image id.

the reason this rant is written like that is bc it's almost 3 am and i was talking to a friend who has never played date everything, so they dont know timothy or timmy. the messages are spoilerd because this was in a server wiht a good amount of people and i didnt wanna spoil anythign for anyone unwanting of spoilers. i've been thinking this for a while, please dont banish me or something for having a bad opinion.

#date everything #timothy timepiece #timmy timepiece #timothy timepiece date everything #op has partial disassociative identity disorder and autism #i dont think that's too important but i want to put that somewhere #rant post #rant

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white-btterfly · 2 days ago

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Thank you @viktorapologist for asking me to go to prison instead of hunting me down for that ending. Honestly, I'd probably be safer in there than out here with all the other readers coming for me!

Jayce is a starving man and Viktor is the a single cookie on a platter just out of reach. The way Jayce accepts that he's attracted to men and doesn't feel any shame about his desires is so refreshing. No reason to deny the obvious anymore, Jayce. Just let it happen. Just–just touch Viktor's curls, Jayce. Do it. Ignore the bad intrusive thoughts and let the good intrusive thoughts take over. (There's an alternate universe where Jayce's lack of willpower to rein in his desires gets himself into a friends-with-benefits situation with Viktor because they both refuse to communicate like proper adults)

Oof, that hurt. Rude. How dare you? Only I, the author, can hurt others with words! Jokes aside, this is an horrific alternate universe. I don't think Jayce would survive it. Having sex with Viktor while thinking Viktor doesn't love him back would break his heart. As said in this chapter (and others), Jayce is a romantic at heart. He wants more than sex. He wants a connection. Besides, that man is unable to lie or hide what he thinks. I don't think he would be able to pretend to only want a fwb relationship with Viktor for long.

It's so sad that Jayce thinks their dinner will be a chance to start over and get things back to normal. Oh honey, you've got a storm coming. Things will never be normal again if you take your best friend on a romantic dinner date. I see that the denial has just shifted to a different aspect of their relationship instead of Jayce's attraction.

This is Jayce's last attempt at trying to protect his friendship with Viktor, and also to protect himself from heartbreak. He knows exactly where he's heading now. He's onboard the Fall In Love With Viktor train, and it's rushing at full speed toward its destination. And he's trying to stop it with his bare hands. It's doomed to fail. But not trying would feel too much like losing Viktor, so he tries anyway.

Viktor touching Jayce's back. I SEE YOU VIKTOR. YOU SLY DOG. He's flirting so hard. And Jayce is so flustered! AH! They are so cute! And Jayce realizing that Viktor is going to get dressed up for their dinner and suddenly changing his plans? Oh my god. He's such a goner.

While Jayce suffers, Viktor is living his best life. Every little touch between them, Viktor does on purpose. He can't get enough of Jayce's reactions to them. He's addicted to them. They keep Viktor's hopes alive, while diminishing his symptoms. And it's such a joy to see Viktor act the way he would be if he didn't have Hanahaki to blind him. He knows Jayce likes him, and he's making a game out of seeing how red he can make him turn. This is how things should be.

Sometimes I come across lines that are just so in character, I just stare at them in awe. Like no one could have wrote that but you, but it's so true to the original material. Iconic.

Thank you!

Also, Jayce, calm the fuck down. Viktor would still love you if you showed up in the same Academy outfit you wear everyday.

True, but Jayce being in a sexy outfit made Viktor immensely happy. Same thing about seeing how Jayce's living room became a mess of clothes strewn around, proof that Jayce really wanted to wear something Viktor would like. They're so adorable, I can't.

Me saluting the lock of Jayce's hair that falls down in front of his forehead at the slightest provocation: thank you for your service.

Me, googling the name Jayce Talis and staring again at that small lock of hair: awww.

Jayce is hit with "an intense, irresistible urge" to kiss Viktor right after they meet up to head to dinner. I must disagree with Jayce on this one. We're off to an INCREDIBLE START. This is perfect! Even better than a classic rom-com movie.

Fun fact, I added the line "Not off to a good start" just a day before publishing this chapter. After I post a new chapter, I usually spend the following week editing the next one. I don't know if it's just me being a perfectionist or anything, but uploading the new chapter as a draft on AO3 really helps seeing if everything flows as I imagined. Being able to read it on my phone like a reader would makes it so much easier to spot little things to tweak. It lets me see the chapter with fresh eyes.

Viktor is reading him like a book too. He's flirting and watching the way Jayce gets extraordinarily happy each time. After so many chapters of Viktor in pain, we finally get to see Viktor enjoying himself. He's having fun teasing Jayce and making him flustered. Viktor is letting his guard down a bit. It's so sweet. This is why the fandom thinks Viktor is so attractive. He's got such a charming personality when he's around someone he trusts.

Oooh, yes. Exactly as I said before. This is how Viktor would be without Hanahaki whispering nasty things in his ear. He likes to tease Jayce. He knows Jayce likes him. It seems obvious, then, that Viktor would love to flirt with Jayce and make him flustered. As things should be.

(And I love how you talk about BYSS!Viktor as the Viktor... the canon one. Like I got him right, you know. It always makes me so happy!)

"Well, I am the Man of Tomorrow. Not the man of three weeks from now." I'm cackling! Why are all of the jokes so funny to me? God damn it. That one is so corny but I love it anyway.

Thank you. 😂 Viktor agrees.

And they talk about their childhoods at dinner! Bonding! Learning more about each other's pasts and using it as an excuse to express fondness? Ugh, it's so cute I can't. And as I was reading this the first time, I just excused all of Jayce's moments where his throat bothered him as him just being nervous about being on a first date. Which I'm sure was a tactical choice. Distract the reader with cute shit so they won't realize until it's too late that Jayce is FUCKING ILL.

Pleading guilty. 🥲 I thought everyone knew by that point that Jayce was sick (and yet I still managed to take some readers by surprise!) So I went all in with the nasty voice. And Jayce's Hanahaki is so mean compared to Viktor's. It's been really fun to write.

Sharing a tart. Just put me out of my misery. I need someone to draw them sharing dessert, leaning close to each other across the table, with warm candlelight and all that romantic table setting stuff. I'll hang it on my wall.

I would kill for any BYSS fanart! 🙏🙏🙏

Jayce blurting out his inner thoughts is the most useful plot device ever. No matter what happens, I can always count on Jayce to say some unhinged loverboy nonsense with his whole chest.

Jayce, complimenting Viktor's appearance every two minutes: that's what bros do!

Jayce, inviting a man up to your apartment on a first date? Scandalous!

He was so convinced it wasn't a date that he went all in and asked Viktor for some 'science and chill'.

(That's the second time I made this joke... It still makes me laugh.)

Oh my god, when they start playing the drinking game, I was so excited. I love little games that force the characters to admit personal things to each other. It's one of my favorite tropes to use and read about. It always reminds me of late nights with my friends, where it became a no-judgment zone where people admitted the deepest things (or dared each other to do stupid shit).

Drunken confessions are my favorites too. Nothing like two intoxicated idiots in love opening up to each other, asking questions they've been too scared to ask sober.

Jayce, don't just offer favors like that. That's dangerous. >:)

I love how we're all in agreement that Jayce had absolutely zero chance of wining against Viktor.

Viktor learning that Jayce only wants to be intimate with someone that he wants a serious relationship with! Hopeless romantic alert! Partners! Partners in all things!

I know, right? Also, now that I think about it, this chapter also shows a fundamental difference between Jayce and Viktor, which is that Jayce gets flustered about sex (as showed when they talked about masturbation), while Viktor gets flustered about love (as showed when Jayce asked him what Viktor liked about the man he loves.)

I love that they're using this opportunity to ask each other about previous relationships. That's so typical. They're both trying to test the waters. Could he possibly be attracted to me? Would I fit the description of his ideal partner? Is he feeling the same things I'm feeling? Just kiss already, you dolts. You've already almost done it twice.

They are literally saying that the other would be their ideal partner! What happened to them with their previous partner shaped them into being the perfect person for the other. Viktor I'm sorry you got cheated on. You deserve a loyal, devoted man like Jayce, who will spend the rest of his life making you as happy as one can be. Jayce, I'm sorry your girlfriend never supported you. You deserve a kind, supportive man like Viktor, who believed in you almost as soon as he met you, and who would do anything to see you realize your dreams.

They are MADE for each other! *screams*

Oh no, they're sitting there, answering deep questions and now their knees are touching? Shit is getting real. And then Viktor fucking flirts with Jayce and touches his little finger to Jayce's??? WHAT THE HELL??? @white-btterfly you go straight to jail, right now.

B-b-but why? I did nothing wrong! Since when is psychologically torturing readers a crime?

They slowly come to realize that from their failed past relationships, they're both looking something in particular...that just happens to be the person right in front of them. Of course. Of fucking course. This whole chapter is so romantic, I'm in shock. I should have known that I would be smacked in the face with SADNESS at the end because the rest of the chapter was too good to be true.

Yeah, sorry about the sadness. (Not really.)

(Thank you for making Viktor a switch. That man contains multitudes.)

I am a jayvik switch truther. I firmly believe that Jayce and Viktor love each other in all timelines, all possibilities, and all positions.

Okay okay obviously I've been reading the chapters as they come out, so I've already witnessed Jayce's epiphany about Viktor's feelings for him. But like, when is Jayce going to think back to their drunken confessions and realize that Viktor was getting off to the thought of Jayce? And admitted it with no embarrassment. I feel like Jayce had the whole romantic revelation, but I hope he has another revelation about how much Viktor has been yearning for him. They have a lot of things to express to each other lmao it's going to put me into a coma.

You're in luck, that part of the discussion will come up again in a future chapter! 😂❤️

I love that each time Viktor thinks he's crossed a line or misinterpreted something, Jayce jumps in with some poorly phrased admission of vulnerability that saves the conversation. There's no chance for Viktor to retreat into his shell. Jayce wants that connection and refuses to pull away, even though the voice in his head is getting louder and louder, denying that it means anything.

Jayce coming out as bisexual was the one thing that nearly cured Viktor's Hanahaki. Imagine being convinced for years that your best friend, the man you're in love with, is straight, and that you'll never have a chance. You bury those feelings, try to move on, try to live with the ache of being near him while knowing you'll never have him. Then you start noticing signs that give you hope... And then one day, after he confesses to you that he is attracted to men! Oh, joy! Hanahaki could do nothing against that.

Everyone's favorite trope, when one character describes the person they love in a specific but indirect way to while the person they love is sitting right across from them, not 100% sure it's them but hoping it's them anyway. Viktor is so fucking romantic, I'm going to cry. They deserve each other!!! And how Jayce fills in the pauses of Viktor's narration with his own admiration of Viktor. I am DECEASED.

My favorite part of the chapter. The one people had been waiting for a long time, apart from the confession chapter. Even now, when I read this moment, I feel so moved by it. Jayce fully acknowledged his feelings, and for one moment, he felt like he had found his real place in the universe.

(For one moment only...)

Viktor gives Jayce everything he needs to figure out the truth, in the end. But Jayce is too lost in the sauce (and manipulated by the cursed demon Hanahaki) to realize it. It's so sad, because Viktor had such a good time and thinks everything will be okay. He got all of the right signals from Jayce. Jayce admitted he's attracted to men, responded positively to all of Viktor's flirtations, and invited him up to have drinks in his apartment after a successful first date. What more could a man want?

The difference in vibes between them after that night is so jarring. Viktor left thinking he had the best evening of his life, thinking about his beloved all night (and possibly pleasuring himself while thinking about Jayce while he's at it.) Jayce, however, spent the entire night in a state of absolute devastation, coughing up moonblossoms again and again. Crushing.

Jayce shuts the door and hacks up an entire flower. The poor man. Say it with me, folks. Viktor fell first, but Jayce fell HARDER.

I think that's a tag I will add to the story once I'm done publishing. Many readers have been saying this!

I can't wait for the flowers to relinquish their hold on these two so that they can get the first kiss that they deserve.

How does it feel to be right? 😊

Before Your Sun Sets - Chapter 11 is available!

Viktor is sick with Hanahaki. Jayce would do anything to save him—whether it be by developing an impossible cure or trying to find out who Viktor is in love with to smack some sense into them. Little does he know, he’s chasing his own shadow.

Read chapter 11 now

Read from the beginning

#byss comments #thank you for this perfect comment #i can't tell you how much i wait for them and take pleasure in reading them #i love how you dissect my writing and analyze all the little moments I meticulously crafted #also all the gushing about how they're meant to be together #what a treat

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astrolotte · 11 months ago

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Genuinely intrigued by the potential of Peri and Irep's dynamic but only in a platonic way so I end up not vibing with the fandom's portrayal of it 😔😔😔

(No but listen LISTEN they were kinda-almost-friends when we last saw them in FOP, yeah? Now they're enemies, with both actively fighting each other, and Irep going so far as to try and kill Peri's parents. What happened? When? What influenced it? Did they ever become friends, or did it nosedive the moment the cameras turned off? What about Sammy? How do Irep's parents factor into this? Could it ever be fixed? There's just so much we haven't seen, and romance just feels like too easy a solution to me. Let their friendship be easy to break, fragile. Let them have to work to keep the connection. Fairies and Anti-Fairies are literally made to be opposites, so what happens when two genuinely and truly become friends?)

((and yeah I guess a lot of this could factor into a romantic angle but ALAS the fandom seems to be leaning heavily into the funny toxic yaoi angle 😔 I don't mind it! By all means, please have your very harmless fun! But it ain't my jam :P Perhaps I'll have to write a oneshot myself...))

(((see tags for more rambles i guess. whoops a bitch spoke too much in there as he always does)))

#i'm banned (self inflicted) from writing long fics until i finish this one i'm working on #and honestly I might keep the ban afterwards i am SO BAD at working on long fics. never finished one ever #oneshot guy thru and thru. but painfully. disastrously. i have so many long fic ideas...#anyway I like to think that they did become friends #and then not friends. and then friends again. and then not friends. and then-#and sometimes it was Peri's fault but a lot of the times it was Irep not feeling like he was allowed to be Peri's friend #and doing something to break it off #but Peri would keep trying to be his friend or Irep would realize that he still wants to be #but one day. Peri just gave up #he was tired of this back and forth. of never knowing if he was gonna be friends with this guy tomorrow or not #so he stopped trying. decided that if Irep wanted to be friends again HE would have to be the one to try and repair it #and also give him an apology maybe. not for breaking off the friendship again just for all the fucking murder attempts #(''if i die you die too dumbass-'')#unforch this happened to line up with Irep finally reconnecting with Anti-Cosmo and Anti-Wanda again #and with them discouraging being friends with fairies + peri not trying to fix it this time... it. uh. kinda broke it off for good #('maybe not for good. maybe there's a chance. maybe Irep would-... ugh. it's not worth thinking about...')#Sammy's still friends with both of them though. It is Not Fun #gives Sammy my childhood experience of my two fighting friends wanting to sit with me at lunch but refusing to talk to each other #okay damn this post got long af. did not realize i had thought about this so much until i practically dropped a fic down here #anyway. actual tags? actual tags #fop #fairly oddparents #the fairly oddparents #peri fop #irep fop #peri fairywinkle-cosma #uh. do ppl search irep's full name... augh #irep anti-fairywinkle-anti-cosma #congrats elkniwirep your name fucking sucks. it's awful #a new wish

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starzfield · 3 days ago

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Honestly, if asked, Duncan wouldn’t consider her a fighter at all.

“Not pity no… But something in between ? It’s no good to fall into that hole yeah.”

He considered it, and shrugged. “It can always be worse.”

A huff left him and the man rolled his eyes.

“No need to thank me. It’s just, with everything I did until now, I feel like leaving you all depressed on the ground and all… It’d be the last drop and thunder would just fall from the sky and strike me like a crisp. It’s not like I’m that patient.”

Quite the opposite, actually. But even for someone like Duncan, it would be hard to just leave like that and abandon Nunnally to her sad thoughts.

And it wasn’t like he had anything better to do.

Apparently, they disagreed on that, and Duncan frowned lightly. “Casher ? Waitress ? Bike delivery ? Welcome hostess ? There are jobs.”

Maybe the real reason was just that she didn’t want to work, when she had another option. He was a little judgemental maybe, but… Would he work in the same situation ? If roles were reversed… Maybe not.

Again, he shrugged. “It’s your choice, your life. I was just pointing out other options. Honestly, I think if I manage it, anyone can.”

His mouth twisted, between a grimace and a smirk. “Though maybe ‘manage’ is a big word for that… But hey, I’m still alive, so not so bad, uh ?”

And suddenly she was hinting she’d give him work, and at first anger showed on his face, his first reaction - as often - was to be angry, of course. But after a glare, he sighed, the ire melting into slight annoyance. “I manage. Sure my life looks less fancy than yours, probably my whole apartment can fit in your bedroom, dunno. So, thanks but no thanks. I get you do that out of worry or kindness, or both, but I can handle myself just fine.”

Well, again ‘fine’ was maybe exaggerated, but he was still alive.

“Enough for who. Your dad ? His problem, not yours.”

He grumbled, happily using her father as a new target for his lingering anger.

His eyebrow twitched from a short frown, and brown eyes stared at her, serious. “I didn’t tell you to change the world. No one can do that alone. I’m not even tellin’ ya to change someone’s life. You can just… Do small things. Make someone smile. Help people, charity, whatever. Stop thinking you gotta do big for it to matter. Like, if you catch some freakin’ balloon that escaped a kid, and bring it back, that won’t change a damn thing in the world, yeah ? But to that kid, you’ll be a goddamn saviour, and you give him happiness for the day.”

Did he do that once ? Maybe.

“Ain’t that enough ? I’m sure you can do stuff like that. Small shit matters too.”

Or what, did she think she had to save a whole country for it to matter ? He was more than ready to argue over this, but Nunnally suggested coffee and suddenly Duncan was craving it. She’d probably even insist on a good one, and he may indulge both of them. With a sigh, the man accepted the reached hand to ‘help’ him… Tugging on it just strongly enough to shake her balance, a little revenge under the shape of a tease. The corner of his lips curled lightly up in amusement and small mischief.

( "Because I would have to admit he’s not a good person" ); would be Nunnally’s immediate reply to Duncan’s inquiry, but of course that wasn’t to happen. His words would simply get ignored, as everything in Nunnally’s life that made her too uncomfortable. Duncan was yet to learn she was not the person who fought; in most situations anyway as Nunnally used to downplay herself a lot, and didn’t give herself enough credits for how much she could endure, and how strong (and persistent) she could be. If she found it worth standing up for.

She was allowed to be sad and pity herself? Surely, she had done that for ages, and now Nunnally was trying not to fall into these patterns of her past.

“What good would it bring?” – she shrugged her slender shoulders, but with her face still red from crying; that looked rather pathetic – “I am trying not to. Pitying yourself is hardly a solution. After all, my life wasn’t that bad. It could have been worse…” – if that fateful day, she would have actually got kidnapped.

“But thank you, Duncan…” – she attempted to smile – “I…I really appreciate it….”

“You see…” – her eyes started to spark again – “I’ve told you you’re a good person. I haven't had anyone who’d have enough patience to listen to me…when I am so gloomy as today…” – her eyes narrowed, and her brows furrowed as Duncan continued to speak. Nunnally wasn’t sure if he was teasing her (or if he were serious). Though she’d be more inclined to assume Duncan was joking, it simply didn't vibe with the tone of their conversation. And he wasn’t a person like that. She had just told him that herself a moment ago.

“You’re not joking…?” – her voice quiet and hesitant; as if Nunnally was trying to reply to her own question. But finally she had decided in Duncan’s favour. She shook her head: --

“That’s not for me… Shitty work, shitty apartment… What could I even do…? But like really?” – no-one would give her any job anyway, but of course Duncan couldn't be aware of that – “I guess I am addicted to my dad’s credit cards…” – she said it in a voice that was attempting to be playful, but even Nunnally knew she hardly succeeded.

“Duncan…” – she replied after a moment; again hesitantly. Nunnally had never thought before what Duncan was doing to earn his living. She knew he was less privileged, but that was all.

“What can you do…?”

“If…if you like I could help you to find a better job…” – Nunnally was aware this statement was in contradiction with whatever she had said before, but she could find him a job. Not one necessarily involving the dirty part of her father's business.

She smiled: --

“Yes…” – she stated gently – “I worry about too many things. And I often think I am not enough…” – and I will never be. Was it simply because she couldn’t be her mother? – “But helping the world…? That wouldn’t change much no matter what I do…”

“Well, anyway I am not sure I could do that…” – she finally stood up; extending her hand to Duncan.

“Come on… I need coffee…” – it usually helps; she’s not even sure why.

#exmafioso-duncan #ic-rp #//duncan suddely : damn yeah i want coffee #//huffing at money but accepting the bribe of good coffee lmao

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geddy-leesbian · 4 days ago

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I'm realizing I barely make any edits/shit posts for other people like I used to. there was a point where I was making shit for people unprompted at least several times a week and now I can't even remember the last thing I made specifically for anyone else. it kinda makes me sad but also I don't think anyone really cared at all about my stupid little edits in the first place and also it was just starting to suck for me. I can give and give and give and spontaneously want to make things for other people, for their fics or just silly discord messages, because they inspired me

and then none of my effort is reciprocated. my folder for stuff I've made for other people has like 60 pics (and I recently deleted a lot of the large files from the foldee to free up space on my phone, it had a lot more) and there's only 9 pics people have made for me. I don't want to sound ungrateful or entitled but I've really just lost the urge to make stuff for other people when I know it's always going to be a one-sided thing. I don't think anyone's ever made anything for me unprompted really, 95% sure everything in my stuff from friends folder was requested or for my birthday or one of my previous mental breakdowns, not any random out of the blue "I loved your fic/concept and wanted to make something" like I've done for other people on so many occasions

so it's like yeah I'm tired and having a selfish arc all I want to do is make stuff for my own fics and AU's because the only person who gets inspiration from them is me and I just gotta accept that and appreciate that at least I can make cool self indulgent stuff for myself. like sorry but I don't care how much I love your fic I'm not spending hours making a cool edit to show my appreciation when what will happen when I post the edit is a million people reblog it also praising your fic and it'll get more attention than any of my fic posts. if I'm not going to get similar energy from you I don't want to spend my time and effort. like at this point I can only see myself making an edit for a fic I like by an author who consistently comments on my fics too. I don't want anything straight up transactional (like a deal that I'll make something for X comments or whatever) but I just don't want to spend hours doing things for people that don't care and wouldn't spend any amount of their own time on anything for me, I need to feel like you care about me at least a little

so I'm just going to focus on edits for my fics because I'm the only one who will ever care enough to make things. it could definitely be worse, I can't draw for shit but at least I came to the RE fandom with many years of gimp and picsart experience from doing RP promo edits so I can make SOMETHING visual to go with my fics. I'd probably actually lose my mind if I didn't have that going for me

#not helping the matter is someone who i made a Lot of things for and would consult me for dsc lore stuff randomly unfollowed me one day #ive said i would do detailed looks at krauser and re4 leon like i did for oj leon but honestly idk if im even going to unless i get out of #this stupid selfish spiral bc each of them are going to take me h o u r s to do especially re4 leon and it's like. i don't feel like it. i #don't want to. im normally eager to help ppl but im Tired #like idk if it's ACTUALLY useful and ppl ACTUALLY appreciate it since that person said all those things right up until they randomly #unfollowed so it's like ok im going to devote so much time to this and ppl will thank me and i'll be happy for a day and then everyone will #move on and even if it continues to be useful i'll never know after the notes drop off #im going to sleep med and hope i wake up feeling less selfish and wanting to at least do the stuff ive already said i would #shit wait i also said i'd update the fic today i should do that before sleeping #i will delete this tomorrow if i remember to since it feels whiny and entitled i just want to scream into the void i don't expect or want #anyone to see this and feel bad i don't want temporary pity attention #what i want can't be forced it has to happen organically. no one can force themselves to find my stuff inspiring it happens or it doesn't #all i can do is just accept it and try to fill the void w my own edits #my feelings get so contradictory. sometimes i desperately want to be useful and then sometimes i end up feeling like a resource and #resentful of that. i guess it's like in an ideal world my writing would be my primary source of interaction and engagement and i'd get asks #abt my fics and au's but that doesn't happen so i try to settle for being an authority and getting asks and dms abt lore/game texture stuff #and it kinda sort of feels nice but doesn't quite fill the void #i guess it just makes it feel like everything is so conditional. if i stop being useful and a resource no one in the re fandom will ever #reach out to me again. i also fully expect that all my re mutuals will unfollow me if i get into another fandom. ive got nonfandom mutuals #that are ride or die but ive had re mutuals i really thought were ride or die randomly unfollow so like. hard to trust anyone else #feels like im always one tiny misstep away from someone in the fandom disowning me #and my only hope to have anyone who wants to talk to me is continue to be useful #i am not an interesting person worth knowing on a personal level and talking to. im a resource to be asked when you need something from me #and forgotten about and ignored the rest of the time #the vast majority of my dms both on tumblr and discord are ppl wanting stuff from me. i can think of one time someone dmed me complimenting #one of my fics. the rest is needing my help so it feels like that's it. that's what i am to ppl. and idk that it's even possible to escape #this feeling bc if ppl reach out more my cynical aside will assume selfish motives. oh better throw heather a bone once in a while and chec #in or compliment a fic bc i don't want her to crash out and break down and stop helping me with lore and references for fic/art

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good-beanswrites · 2 years ago

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Hello!! If you're still taking requests for that drabble game, might I request either Strength with Kotoko + Mikoto or Weak with Amane + Futa? It's fine if you aren't doing it anymore, of course

I've been in this fanbase since trial one and out of all the things I've read, your writing is probably amongst my favorite! (Even if I haven't finished going through it all yet...) I hope you have a splendid day! <3

!!!!! You are so kind waaahh this completely made my day, thank you ;---; I'm so glad you're enjoying omg ✨And thanks for these, they were really cool and fitting combos!! I tried to do a dual-perspective of Kotoko and Mikoto's pre-T2 fight, and I posted the one for Weak below.

Strength can manifest in a variety of ways, not just physically. Kotoko had a strong determination, for example. Mikoto had a powerful way with people. She showed solid self control and willpower. He held to strict deadlines and routines. She maintained a sharp intelligence. He upheld an unshakeable resolve.

Also, they were both ridiculously physically strong.

The pair came to this realization around the same time. They’d gotten a taste of the others’ power when clashing in the interrogation room, but it had begun suddenly and ended just as quickly. This time was different. They stood in the center of the panopticon, with the echoing space to themselves. As Kotoko swung a punch toward Mikoto, and he caught her against his forearms, they had a moment to gauge the other’s muscle.

Kotoko stared into his eyes, which had a different sort of awareness to them now. He’s more coordinated, she thought, he must not be the same one I faced before. He’s leaning on the strength in his arms -- he’s not using his legs to their fullest potential. It doesn’t matter, given the raw force of his blows. Has he trained for fights, or just built his muscles in general?

Mikoto stared into her eyes, returning her fiery gaze. Fuck, this lady’s strong.

She wound up again. He retaliated quickly. She shoved his back into the guard’s tower. He sidestepped her next attack.

He didn’t really care why his fellow prisoner had come charging at him swinging, but she made sure he knew.

“The warden may not be able to administer punishments,” she said in between timed breaths, “so they entrusted me with that responsibility. This is justice, for the lives you’ve taken. You won’t be able to hurt anyone else.”

He broke into harsh laughter. “You’re one crazy motherfucker! You’re the only person hurting anyone.” He tried to grab her, but she slipped from his arms. His eyes narrowed, laughter dying away with unsettling speed. “But there’s no way in hell I’m letting you hurt me.”

Kotoko was struck by the way he said it. Her voice had shaken with the very same determination when putting herself between an innocent citizen and some creep. It was how she felt now, trying to keep his violent hands away from the other prisoners. There were children here, weak and scared. Es themself was just a child, and had already suffered his violence. She refused to let this villain cause any more pain. “I’m doing what needs to be done. You’re nothing but a murderous monster.” She swung her fist.

Mikoto caught her by the wrist, forcing her to look at the blood caked in her hand. He didn’t know whose it was, but it wasn't either of theirs. “You’re the fucking monster!” He shoved her backwards. “And I’m gonna kill you for it…!”

He didn’t know how she could think she was the hero in this whole situation. He was the one protecting someone else.

Neither held back. Mikoto wheezed as her boots connected. Kotoko cringed as Mikoto landed a solid hit on her face. There was some shouting from the hallway. Their resolves hardened. Mikoto wasn’t going to let anyone else threaten him. Kotoko wasn’t going to let him threaten anyone else. They were strong, they reminded themselves. They had to end this now.

The two charged at one another. A moment before they were set to collide, they both cried out in pain. Blinding white light flooded the dark panopticon. They clutched their eyes, stumbling away from one another. A figure shoved through, planting himself between them.

“Stop this, both of you!” It was Kazui.

“Get outta my way,” Mikoto growled.

“This is not your concern,” Kotoko said, blinking in the light.

The spotlight in the guard’s tower had been switched on, pointed directly at them. Kazui remained in place. “That’s enough. Look at yourselves, for god’s sake!”

Under the harsh light, they now saw the sort of state they were in. Mikoto’s uniform had torn in new places, blood seeping through. He could taste some in his mouth, too. Kotoko’s face was cut. Her leg ached. They stood covered in bruises, panting.

“Go back to your cells,” Kazui commanded. “We’ll sort this out in the morning.”

Kotoko squared her shoulders. “There’s nothing to sort out. He’s a murderer. I won’t lose to him.”

“This bitch tried to kill me. I’m not letting her get away with it.”

“I don’t care.” Kazui said simply. “Call it a draw. You’ll both tear yourselves apart if you keep going.”

They continued staring at one another as if their gaze alone could take them to the ground, but neither moved to fight.

Mikoto felt a pang of guilt. Lost in adrenaline, he didn’t realize how banged up he was. He thought of how much pain he’d experience in the upcoming days. The whole point was to save himself from harm.

Kotoko cursed Kazui for interrupting her. As one of the forgiven, he was supposed to be on her side. Even if he wasn’t honorable enough to see her as an ally, she’d have to be the bigger person. She wouldn’t threaten him.

Neither was happy about conceding, but couldn't think of a better option given their end goals.

Kazui remained between them as they stalked off to their respective cells.

“A temporary draw,” Kotoko muttered to Mikoto. She flashed a grin that felt more like an animal baring its teeth.

He returned the smile. “You won't be so lucky next time.”

#milgram #kotoko yuzuhira #mikoto kayano #kazui is there too #uhhh sorry if you meant bonding between them -- this just ended up flowing really well 😭#honestly though in my mind they both are secretly impressed with the others strength #like they werent expecting them to be so powerful but their glad at least their opponent is a worthy one #i suppose its leaning into the trikoto theory but kotoko specifically comments on mikoto being a bad fighter in his interrogation #so itd make sense if it were a third alter that could actually give her a challenge #im not much of an action writer but i always wondered how their fight ended in a draw #neither are the type to just back down and call it a tie #and logically kotoko would have knocked mikoto out so hed switch back -- but i would count that as her win ya know?#so i had to think about how each of their own goals might stop them #it was yuno in the guards tower btw -- though idk why it was just left unlocked asdfdsfd #AHH thank you so much :'))) that made me so happy waaahh #ive been having a blast with these and its so fun to know others are liking them too!#i hope you enjoyed :D #and hmm maybe once ive done mug's requests in a day or two ill try my hand at a gentler one between them...#drabbles

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pastelaspirations · 2 years ago

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It is time. Granted, I am super far behind on quests, I'm still on the Sumeru archon quests. But our fabulous water archon has finally taken center stage and as I am on quest to get every archon, I must now spend my gems on her. I would have had more to spend if I didn't cave and get Wrio, but I had to, okay, I don't even know who he is yet, but he looked super cool-

ANYWAY. I got her. :D Don't ask how many gems it took, it's f i n e. The thing that matters is she was the first five star that I got. >:) Did I win 50/50?? I don't know, I didn't count-

Now, to add her to me team of gods. I'm sorry, Ei. You've been dethroned for the unforeseeable future. YOU'LL ALWAYS HAVE A SPOT IN GOD TIER, OKAY, IT'S JUST. I can only have four at a time. You've got to understand. ;_;

#genshin impact #genshin wishes #genshin furina #Ei will be fine guys #She has a spot in my other teams; so she isn't even completely loyal to God Tier smh #Yes; Furina is at baby level but it won't be forever okay #I have to keep Zhongli in my party because my crippling use of him has made me forget how to dodge #He's so good at his job he made me bad at the game #Venti is the same way tbh #He's been my main since day one and I just... can't remove him I'm sorry #The team honestly needs both Zhongli and Nahida to wrangle in the other two and make sure they all don't crash and burn tbh #Ei would just sip a tea and watch them burn the world because she's the absentee parent

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cicadidae-tm9899 · 2 months ago

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God I am just like the stereotypes

#personal..?#i thought i was different from all the autistic characters in shows that barely have any empathy #because I do have empathy. like a lot.#but then i started living with someone other than my family and god damn i am so shitty to her #i try to be a good roommate #i take care of most of the expenses and groceries and food and stuff #i buy her little gifts all the time to try and make up for my shortcomings #and all we ever watch is stuff that either we're both interested in #or stuff that only she likes #because i know my taste in media can be offputting #but I'm so bad about starting a task/chore and then not finishing it #jumping around between like 5 different things until eventually all of them are done #and she's the opposite. she has to finish it immediately or else she can't function #and i am so bad at telling what specifically she's upset about constantly #and also really bad at fixing whatever it is #it makes me sick thinking about it #because i know if I had me as a roommate i would fuckin hate it #and i try to be better about all of this but it's so hard to break out of the habits #and recently I've been forgetting shit *constantly*#like we could have a full conversation about something one day #and then the very next day (sometimes not even) I'll see something ab what we talked about and be surprised #like I've forgotten everything about it #and every time it happens she gives me this look and gets this tone and it makes me feel sick #and i really really don't want her to leave me but honestly i wouldn't blame her if she did #i don't think she wants to because we talk about getting a slightly bigger house once our lease is up #and opening a cafe or something with our other friend and all working together #and honestly i can't picture living with anybody but her #like I'm so ridiculously lucky that she puts up with me but I'm so scared that she's going to get tired of it #maybe it'll get better now that we're both out of school #idk

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justslightlymental · 25 days ago

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"All of them goddamn" - Saja Boys x Reader

Yo... This is just pure smut with just slight plot, also shoutout to this person @k45kart for the idea. (sorry if i tagged wrong person) also another person who wanted to be tagged: @eliengoddes

Okay uhh anyways TW or whatever warnings: Smut, gangbang (obviously) 5 demons cmon guys, I MAY HAVE WRITTEN JINUS NAME WRONG SO IM SORRY. Oral sex both receiving, degrading, praising, uhhh p in v, without protection (dont do this if u dont want kids.) Marking, breeding lowkey, demons going out of control. MAYBE SLIGHT DUB CON??? (its very much consensual but my writing style might fart on itself.) I forgot what else. Cringe warning i havent written anything in ages okay - Everything was okay.. Everything was going to be FINE… The fans were happy with our newest song… And the Honmoon was shining brighter than ever, even a tingle of gold flashing across our eyes, we were so close!!! But then Rumi lost her voice, right in the middle of our rehearsal for our live premiere of “Golden”. Before any of us could say anything she asked for 5 minutes and just ran off to god knows where! “Oh my god, what are we gonna do??” Zoey panicked, her arms flailing around. “Calm down Zoey.. It’s going to be fine… just give her some time alright?” Mira placed a hand on her shoulder to calm Zoey down, though I could see through her poker face. “Yeah, like Mira said. Give her some time… surely she will come in time.” I said, a nervous/worried smile across my face. And she never came… The next time we saw her was at our apartment, she looked shaken up. The only thing we could offer in that moment was comfort and that we did. We decided to go out for some dinner. Rumi still didn’t seem like herself, until she finally spoke. “I'm sorry about the show..” “It’s okay.. don’t worry about it!” Zoey smiled, placing a hand on her forearm. “Besides, Bobby will handle it.” I smiled as well, trying to comfort her.

And just like that he called us and once we answered we heard loud voices in the background and an out of breath Bobby yelling about how he can’t handle this, so many disappointed fans and the network losing their minds. Mira quickly shut off the phone. “We can just schedule another live show within days. Don’t worry!” “I don't think that's possible… my voice, it's in trouble..” Rumi said, awkwardly. “In trouble?? Then why did you push up the Golden release then?” Mira continued, confused. “My guess is the Honmoon, isn’t that right?” I smiled softly.

“(Name) is right.. The Honmoon.. it flashed gold, we are so close and it's so important!”

After that dinner we were brainstorming how to fix Rumi’s voice quickly. And Zoey had the “best” idea to go get some magical tonics from this one place she had heard of. And after we finally got the tonics and as we came out of the clinic Zoey was rambling on about after getting her voice back we could finally focus back on the important stuff like fans-

“Fans!” Mira whisper shouted as we saw some shadows turning into the alleyway we were in, our disguises were not the best so we tried our best to quickly become more unrecognizable-

Until we saw THEM..

Our eyes went wide as the guys walked our way, they all looked so… handsome so sexy… Rumi was the only one who didn’t look absolutely down bad until she saw the 5th guy with black hair.

Meanwhile I was looking at each and every one of them, I mean yeah some of them looked a bit sexier than others but I guess that’s because they're more my time than the others.. When they passed us I could honestly feel all of their gaze landing on me for just a moment before they continued on their way. What the fuck just happened.

And that is how we met our WORST enemies for the first time. Turned out they were a fucking demon boyband. DEMONS in a boyband yeah that's right! I don't know what crack Gwi-ma was on when he sent them to our world but IT’S WORKING. Though I do have to admit… I wonder what it would feel like if-

I smacked my head against the wall groaning, BAD (Name) BAD!!! Do not think of such unholy thoughts about your enemy, especially DEMONS.

We got suited up in our battle gear and oh my I must admit we are always so fabulous. We knew the boyband who are now better known as the “Saja Boys” would be at this game show tonight, we stood backstage looking at them gulping huge amounts of hot sauce, uh yikes. That’s gonna burn coming out- AANYWAY! Rumi said we should wait for them to come backstage and then jump down and make quick work of them, the perfect surprise attack!

We giggled a bit in anticipation as we took our spot over the stage, looking down at them. Little did we know the Jinu guy had noticed us and just as he took the mic talking about “special guests” joining us the lights turned to us at the same time he announced our name. We quickly hid our weapons and forced huge smiles on our faces.

“Yeahh! Hello everyone! We just wanted to yknow congratulate the Saja boys for their successful debut!” Rumi said with forced enthusiasm And after that the game show host and saja boys themselves said we should all slide down into the ballpit, the audience got in on it too so of course we had to oblige, though the leather we wore really made it… awkward to say, the noise was horrible too. Once we finally made it into the ballpit everyone still cheered and now it would be the time to end the show, both us and the Saja boys bowed to each other in fake gratitude and respect as the curtains closed. However once we were finally out of the publics eye they ran off within seconds and we almost had no idea where, but we managed to be able to track them down, to a fucking bathhouse. We had no choice but to go in and it was thankfully empty, and there they stood. “You really followed us here? The men's portion? You guys really are thirsty huh.” Jinu chuckled along with his bandmates. Then the demons came out of nowhere from small ruptures, but like there were a lot of them. You couldn’t lose focus for even a second and if you did it might be game over. At one point my eyes landed on Jinu who just smirked “Have fun you four.” He said as he ran off with everyone else. I looked behind me to see Mira, Zoey and Rumi in a deep fight, they seemed to be taking care of everything fine though, so I took off running after Jinu. I jumped into the air ready to slash him but he managed to dodge my blows one after another, until I finally managed to kick him in the stomach. We landed in a secluded room, it seemed to be a small sauna, the heat made both of our bodies sweaty, yuck disgusting. Finally I managed to corner him, my (weapon’s) handle against his throat as he tried to push me off. The adrenaline was flowing through me, maybe that’s why I felt extra strong right now. “Hah.. you’re a bit stronger… But not strong enough for all of us…” Jinu chuckled. That had me confused, until I could sense the presence of four other people behind us. My eyes widened and my throat closed up on itself. I couldn’t move, I don’t know if I was sweating from the heat or from the fact 5 extremely attractive demon guys were currently alone with me. Jinu quickly took advantage of my shock and pushed me away, I landed on my back, gasping for air. It hurt a little bit but nothing could compare to the sight after I opened my eyes groaning. “There you are… Sorry about the push, hopefully you're not too hurt darling.” Jinu smirked, his eyes glowing a little bit. “G-Get away from me!” I struggled, quickly standing up and forming my weapon once again, surrounded by them.

“Still got a fighting spirit huh? We like that… But don’t think we haven’t seen the way you look at us.. And honestly the feelings are mutual.” Jinu smirked, his fingers slightly grazing my cheek. I was speechless, I felt so small surrounded by them. I could feel their eyes roam my body, taking in every curve and shape. My knees were growing weak, I could feel my body reacting in ways I haven’t felt in awhile. I felt embarrassed, my cheeks flushing a deep red as I tried to not look at any of them. I felt a hand on my shoulder making me flinch. “Calm down bunny.. I won’t hurt you.. too bad.” A deep voice whispered into my ear, I turned around quickly seeing the guy named “Abs”. (bit of a silly name tbh…) ANYWAY “D-don’t-” I struggled to form words until a hand covered my mouth, it was Juni. “Yeah, you’re right… No one has to speak…” He smirked, his other hand slowly going down from my shoulder towards my chest. My eyes widened, I should be struggling, I should be fighting them… But for some reason I wanted this, I wanted them all… I felt myself growing more hot and bothered by the second. The 8 pair of eyes watching Jinu’s every movement, and my reaction. It turned me on so bad. And I swear to god I feel like they could sense my need, with the way their eyes seemed to sharpen with lust. “What do you want…” Jinu asked, uncovering my mouth. “I-I want you… I want you all..” My words were quiet, but that didn’t seem to bother them. It was like a trigger, they had my consent and they wouldn’t back away now. Juni fell back towards one of the seats with me landing on his lap. I moaned out as I felt my ass on his crotch, and he was hard. His knees separating mine as I was exposed to the other guys, not completely nude.. yet. I didn’t even care about how fucked out I already looked, all I cared about was getting that sweet release. “Someone’s impatient hm?” Jinu whispered before his lips attacked my neck, his sharp teeth grazing my skin. I whimpered, it felt so good. The other guys had come closer as well, Romance sitting down on my right side and Mystery on my left. Both of their hands found their way to my chest, feeling me up through my suit. Who knew it felt this fucking good to be touched by like 5 guys at the same time. Oh god I feel like a whore, but honestly i'm a proud hoe rn!

Abs crouched down between my legs, Baby standing behind him as he preferred to just watch, knowing he would get his turn soon. “I think this suit needs to come off, right boys?” Abs smirked, his hands caressing my inner thighs. “You’re right, I can’t wait to see what you’re hiding under here…” Romance sighed happily, Mystery just nodding along, not really a man of words I see. Their hands turned into a soft purple hue, their nails growing in size as they made quick work of ripping my suit into shreds. I tried to cover myself up but Jinu was quick to grasp both my arms and lock them behind my back. “Don’t cover yourself darling… You wanted this right? To be taken and used by all of us.. you truly have no shame, do you?” He talked softly while Mystery and Romance both leaned down to take one of my tits into their mouths. All i could do was moan through his little speech, my core was on fire, growing wetter by the second. I don’t know if the heat made everything feel 10x better but I was enjoying this. I enjoyed the feeling of being exposed to their hungry eyes, I loved the way their mouths sucked on my tits, the way their tongues swirled around my nipples. My body arched into Juni’s body, my thighs trying to squeeze together to create some sort of friction. Abs was quick to separate my legs to get full access to my core. I did feel slightly embarrassed with his staring but that quickly dissolved as he just dove in like a starved man. His tongue swirling around my clit, making my hips buckle. His movements were precise, taking slow licks up my slit, before sucking on my clit against, his right hand closing in. Fingers painfully close to my opening. I moaned out loudly, begging for him to touch me, to feel his fingers inside. I guess he felt merciful because that’s exactly what he did. I was wet enough to fit 2 of his fingers with no problem, his long slender fingers curling up inside me. It didn’t take long for abs to find that special spot inside me that made my whole body seize. I could barely let out any noise, so over-stimulated, with Juni’s mouth on my neck, Mystery’s and Romance’s mouths on my buds, their hands cressing my stomach and sides. My eyes opened just slightly, the first thing I saw was Baby standing behind Abs, his hand slightly rubbing over his jeans, his eyes seductive as he stared down at me. I felt even more hot knowing the fact he was still enjoying himself, just staring. But I couldn’t think about him for long with the way Abs fingers thrusted deep into me and his tongue on my clit, it was enough to bring me dangerously close to climax. I yelped loudly, hips shaking. “I-Im so close- Please- Let me-” I gasped out, pushing my hips towards his mouth, needing him as close as I could have. “Greedy this one isn’t she?” Baby spoke up for the first time, enjoying watching how his bandmates brought (Name) to the edge of pleasure. “She is so intoxicating… Her scent… I wonder if she tastes just as good.” Jinu said, eyeing down at Abs, slightly jealous of how he was the first one to taste her. With the last curl of his tongue she came undone, her head thrown back in pleasure. Romance and Mystery separated from her breasts, looking down at the mess Abs created. All of them felt their senses heightened up, pupils dilating after smelling her. Their bodies fight against turning into their demon forms. Juni stood up with (name) still in his arms, turning around and setting her against the seat. She was still struggling with getting air into her lungs, slowly coming around from that intense climax. “I think we are all a bit too clothed for this next part.” Romance said smugly, his clawed hands already working on removing his shirt. “She might pass out after seeing what’s coming for her.” Mystery said quietly, following Romance’s lead. “She’s gonna pass out no matter what after we’re done with her.” Jinu grinned.

(Name) slowly shook her head, coming back to reality, her eyes opening. In Front of her was the shock of her life, she yelled out. All five of them, completely bare, the marks on their bodies glowing ever so often, and oh my god even their dicks had the same marks. Also talking about dicks they were all so different.. Some of them had more girth, others length, already dripping with pre-cum. She felt like she was under some sort of spell as she slowly moved off the seat onto the heated up floor, sitting on her knees, hands traveling up Jinu’s legs and thighs. She looked up at him through her lashes, she looked absolutely ravishing, hair messy, some of it sticking to her forehead, her expression flushed, so full of need. Jinu’s breath hitched as his clawed hand took hold of her hair, bringing her face closer to his cock. “Open wide baby.” He instructed. And she did, her tongue rolled out as the tip landed on it. She could already taste the saltiness of his precum, so delicious. Her mouth closed in on it as her tongue rolled around the sensitive tip. He groaned out while thrusting deeper into her mouth. “Fuck.. Her mouth feels so good- I could get addicted to this.” He moaned out, fangs growing out. “Oh you’re making it sound a little too good. I want some.” Baby chuckled, pushing Jinu out of the way. Taking his place. “Hey! Wait for your turn you fucking moron-” Jinu cussed but decided to let him have his moment, instead just jerking himself off at the sight of her being used by them. (Name) whined at the loss of Jinu’s cock but was soon satisfied again after Baby pushed himself into her warm mouth. His dick was a bit shorter than Jinu’s but the girth was amazing, and like he wasn’t SMALL in any way. Actually none of them were. “Oh shit- You’re right- h-hell.” He whimpered. (Name) looked at the other men who were touching themselves, she didn’t want them feeling left out. She took hold of Abs and Mystery’s dicks, moving her hands up and down. Both of them instinctively reacted and thrusted into her hold. Mystery’s cock was long.. And Abs was just… oh yeah he was the big boy of the group definitely.

“What a good girl…” Romance smiled, looking down at her. “S-shit.. I-I’m close-” Baby gasped out, his thrusts becoming faster, abusing the back of her throat. She was loving the treatment, even if it was harder to breathe. Her cheeks hollowed out completely, feeling every curve of his veins. “Fuck!” He yelled out as his hips stilled, spilling his load down her throat and she drank up every drop. “Look at that! Drank up everything, what a good slut.” Jinu smirked. Abs and Mystery both were moaning messes as their muscles tensed, her hands working magic on them. She didn’t take long to recover as her mouth went closer to Romance’s cock, taking the tip into her mouth, swirling her tongue just like she did with Jinu. This made the poor guy let out broken whimpers, his legs almost giving out from the sudden sensitivity. Jinu had walked behind her, crouching down, his hand traveling down her stomach towards her cunt. Fingers slowly circling her clit, making her eyes roll back into her head. She separated from Mystery’s cock and turned her head towards Abs’s dick, giving him the same treatment with slight difficulty due to the size difference. It didn’t take long for Mystery to cum onto her hand and arm, and the other to separate from her mouth, spilling his cum all over her chest. “You enjoy being marked by all of us huh?” Romance asked, tilting her head up towards him. “Y-yeah… I-I love it, I want more, please.” She begged, out of breath, whimpering due to Jinu still touching her. “Hah.. I wonder what your huntrix friends would say if they saw you like this.” Abs smiled, his finger stroking her chin. “I-I don’t care… I just want you all.. please. Help me.” She moaned out, getting on all fours. “Well look at that- So submissive.. so perfect.” Jinu said, eyes slightly wide not expecting that. But who was he to complain or deny her. His hands landed on her waist, the tip of his cock just against her slit. Moving his hips up and down just teasing her opening. Though even if she wanted to tease her more, his own self control was slowly withering away. So with the help of his hand he finally sank into her pussy. The feeling was euphoric, both of them immediately letting out strained moans. Her walls gripped him like no tomorrow, so wet, so tight. “Oh.. oh my god- S-Shit- I-I can’t-” He choked on his words, losing himself to his desires. While she was getting absolutely fucked from behind Romance took his spot in front of her mouth, getting on his knees, taking hold of her chin. With a quick ‘open up’ His cock was deep in her throat. She had never felt such pleasure before, seeing the men who just came on her already hardened up and ready to each get a turn with her, it was so sexy. Her body was being rocked back and forth, Jinu’s thrusts growing faster, the sounds of skin clapping together loud. His dick kept hitting that sweet spot in her, she had never felt this full before. All of her whimpers and moans just turned into vibrations against Romance’s cock who could feel himself very close to cumming. Both men reached their climaxes at the same time, spilling deep inside her, not caring about pulling out. The feeling of Jinu’s hot cum inside her was enough to push her over the age as well. Their juices mixed together. As he pulled out her hole leaked, making her thighs sticky and warm. “Help her up guys.” Abs smirked, him and Baby lifting her up from the ground. Her legs could not hold her weight, she was completely at their mercy. She was still so high from her recent orgasm she couldn’t form any words. Though she could feel her right leg being lifted over someone's shoulder. Thankfully she was very flexible. She could feel someone's hands squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples, making her suck in air.

She then felt someone's cock lined up with her entrance again, it felt huge… She could almost guess that- Before her thoughts could finish she saw pure white. Abs slammed himself in her, her pussy clenching around him like no tomorrow. He grunted loudly, his other hand holding the leg on his shoulder and the other on her waist. She whimpered and moaned with every thrust, his dick easily smacked against her cervix, his pelvis hitting her clit with every thrust. “O-oh- Oh my- Shiiiit-” She shook her head, trying to get away from his harsh treatment, it felt too good. She was too sensitive. “P-Please- Ah- Slower- No-” Her hands were pulled behind her, making her body arch in an awkward angle. His mouth quickly over hers, shutting her up. “Shit man- This pussy is amazing! Ah- I don’t know how long I can hold my form back-” Abs grunted, his marks glowing brighter, same with the others. “Right?! She is so intoxicating, I want to taste her soul… Ahg-” Romance inhaled her scent, his tongue licking her neck. “Do you think she could take two at the same time?” Mystery asked with an evil smile. “She definitely could… go for it… break her for good, that’s what she wants anyway.” Jinu laughed. Mystery went behind her, as the others gave him space. Abs slowed down for just a moment, both of the men looking at each other with a sly smile. Mystery lined up his dick right next to Abs and sunk in. She let out a loud yell, the pain… It was delicious. It was good, she had never been this full, never this turned on. “Oh my god look at that! She took it with no problem!” Baby and Jinu both laughed out loud. Both Abs and Mystery now worked together, creating an odd rhythm but it worked. When one went in the other went out. All of her spots being hit continuously was too much, she felt weird, something she had never felt before. “A- Im cuming- Im cuming-” She repeated before her cunt clenched hard around the two men who also just about got pushed over the edge, painting her walls white. The pressure was too much as she squirted out right onto Abs’s abdomen. Both of them retreated from her warmth, leaving her disappointed, she was obsessed, she needed more.

“You still want more? What a slut you are… oh god-” Jinu said, sweating from holding himself back. “I want more of her.. I need more of her.” Romance said. He was the first one whose self control cracked as his body turned purple, his demon side in full show. He basically snatched her out of Abs and Mystery’s hold, bending her over one of the seats, slamming himself right on into her. She yelled out, legs shaking her body rocking back and forth against the wooden surface. His thrusts didn’t falter, hand pushing down her back, keeping her down. It was inhuman how fast he could move against her, making her unable to understand shit. She was completely fucked out. The other guys were staring at their bandmate losing himself, and the way she was completely bare, completely at their mercy for them to destroy finally seemed to snap any of their self restraint. Baby was the second one who snapped, he jumped towards Romance pulling him out before he could finish his peak, pulling (Name) from the seat, placing her on her back, inserting himself into her. Immediately hitting her sweet spot causing her to cum right then and there. Poor Baby had been edged for so long that when her pussy clenched around him deliciously he just came deep into her, but that didn’t mean his cock didn’t get hard again immediately. “Out of the way, I want this pussy again.” Jinu pulled him off, his form also now changed. “Ah- J-Jinu- SO sensitive- Wait-” Though her pleas fell into deaf ears as some sat in front of her pressing her face into their dick. It was Mystery. She didn’t waste time giving him access, still tasting all of their cum on his cock, tongue swirling around him, savoring the taste. Abs and Romance kissed along her body, occasionally sucking and biting, leaving very visible marks on her. Jinus dick was smacking into her hard and rough, chasing only his own pleasure, he was indeed a selfish man. But even if he wasn’t looking out for her that doesn’t mean his thrusts weren’t painfully pleasurable. Every thrust felt like pure torture, her clit was so sensitive even the slightest touch had her body seizing up. Her eyes watering up from everything happening, make up becoming ruined. Jinu’s clawed hands sank into her waist, drawing the smallest amounts of blood. His grunts loud as he came into her for the second time. Mystery separated from her mouth after feeling himself cumming, ropes of his cum going onto her face, messing up her make up even more. All of them looked down at her on the floor, her poor pussy completely messed up and leaking, her face ruined, hair messy, body full of marks. All of their dicks got even harder, it's like she was their own aphrodisiac.

“How do you feel?” Jinu sighed, his eyes dark with lust. “Mmmh-” She couldn’t say anything else, her legs twitching. “Fuck she looks so delicious like this…” Baby groaned, itching to sink deep into her again. “Can’t we just bring her with us? Our own personal cock sleeve.” Romance sighed dreamingly. She opened her eyes slightly, slowly coming to her senses, everything hurt, but it was so worth it. Her hands roaming through her body feeling the sticky cum and the marks they had given her just a moment ago. “Please…” She whimpered. “Aw you poor thing… We fucked you so good you can’t think about anything else now can you?” Abs smirked next to Jinu. Just as Jinu was about to go in for a kiss he heard distant yells, it sounded like her voice was being yelled out. He stood up looking at his bandmates and nodding at them, they all turned into pink smoke, disappearing from sight. “Sorry to cut this short… and not being able to take care of you more… But your friends are coming, and I don't think you wanna be seen like this…” He chuckled, snapping his fingers as the pink smoke surrounded them both, suddenly her clothes were back in one piece and he was completely dressed up. “I recommend you just tell them you got beat and somehow left alive… you figure it out… But don’t worry, we’ll see you real soon…” He gave her a kiss before disappearing. And right on time too. “Oh my god there you are!! Are you okay? Are you hurt?!” The girls bursted into the room, looking at all the messed up seats that just looked broken and then staring at her messed up hair.

“I-Im fine… Really- Ahg-” She groaned still not being able to stand properly or even realise what the fuck just happened. “We need to get you home!” “Don’t ever run off like that!!” The entire journey home she was scolded but all she could think about was Jinu and his final words. And overall the fucking gangbang she just went through… THE BEST sex she had ever had, honestly. She looked out of her window after finally being left alone by the girls and could feel herself growing wet again, not being able to forget how their touch felt and how their cocks felt inside her. Oh yeah she was definitely waiting for the next time. - thanks guys i did my duty

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