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[dreamsteddie]

Companion piece to my Stobin childhood friends au post because try as I might to resist it, the Steddie brain rot will take over.

Robin and Steve are thick as thieves from that first day of preschool. Their matching friendship bracelets don't fit anymore and have found homes in their "secret friendship treasure chest" which is a shoe box covered in construction paper decorations that lives under Robin's bed so Steve's parents don't throw away any of his "trash" again. They've started a tradition of making a new one for each other at the start of every year so everyone remembers they're best friends, though.

Halfway through first grade (Robin got to start school a year early like the Buckleys hoped) things are going great for Robin. She gets to bring books home from the library and their teacher complimented her drawing of a robin and she helped Steve pass his spelling test last week, so as far as she's concerned this is the best year ever.

Right up until Eddie Munson transfers to their school.

At first, Robin doesn't know that Eddie will be her arch-nemesis. When he's introduced to the class, all she really thinks about him is that he looks a little funny but seems nice. He's got really big eyes and he's taller than most of the other kids with long, gangly limbs. His hair is shaved down to his head, but there are other boys in class who are the same. He gets placed at the table group to the left of them in the chair closest to Steve's.

She very quickly forgets about him as the day continues as normal. Robin thinks math block is boring, she'd much rather read her books or play with Steve at recess but her parents said knowing your shapes is important, so she pays extra special attention. That's why she doesn't catch the little wave Steve, ever the social butterfly, gives to the boy across the way or the way Eddie's eyes go even bigger and a soft blush steals across his cheeks.

What she does notice is when Eddie comes up to them in the last few precious minutes of recess slightly sweaty and out of breath holding a little white daisy.

"Hi! I'm Eddie, I'm new!" he says, shouting really, looking directly at Steve.

"Oh, hi Eddie! I'm Steve, this is my bestest friend, Robin." Steve replies.

"Like the bird?" Eddie asks.

"Yeah! They're orange."

"And I hate orange!" Robin buts in, not willing to be left out of the conversation

"Yeah, it's really sad. They should be blue, that's Robin's favorite color." Steve says, real disappointment creeping into his voice. "Who's that for?" he asks, pointing to the forgotten daisy.

"Oh! It's for you! I was out all recess looking for the best one in the field. They kind of match your shirt!' Eddie says proudly, referencing Steve's polo with the yellow body and white sleeves. It's one of his favorites.

"Really? That's so nice, thank you!" Steve exclaims as he takes the little flower into his hands.

Robin's mom says that sometimes when you want to be someone's friend, it's good to start by giving them something nice. Robin's mom says that she should try and make more friends, maybe some girls instead of just Steve, but when Robin tries to talk to the other girls in class, she gets nervous and clams up. She thinks she might be allergic to them. Plus, why would she need more friends when she has Steve, who is worth at least three normal friends.

Steve gets along with everyone, he lends people erasers and pencils and shares his blocks with the other kids when he's allowed to bring them out of his cubby, but no one is his best friend like Robin is.

No one has ever given Steve flowers before, though. That feels like an extra special kind of gift that someone would give if they wanted to be really good friends, and Robin doesn't want that. Steve is her best friend, he doesn't need another one.

"Steve, we gotta go get in line before all the other kids! We don't want to be last!" she blurts out, grabbing Steve by the hand and dragging him across the asphalt to where the teachers are getting ready to call everyone to get in line before Eddie can catch up.

Once they've got their places, she looks back at Steve behind her to see he's turned around. She peaks her head around him and sees him smiling wide at an equally smiley Eddie who's about 5 kids behind them, each of them waving happily at each other.

Oh yeah, Robin is going to have to keep an eye on him.

[caitified]

experience

paige bueckers x reader

warnings: slow burn then smut. this is probably my most requested fic, period so i hope this is ok. still not the best smut writer.

"hey, rookie," the voice called out from across the crowded locker room. paige leaned against the metal frame, a smirk playing on her lips as she assessed the newest addition to uconn's women's basketball team. you couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nerves at the sight of the star player. her reputation preceded her - a force on the court, and even more so off of it.

you, the rookie, blushed under the scrutiny, fumbling with your gear trying to vacate the scene as fast as possible post practice. "hi," you murmured, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. your heart raced as the whispers grew louder around you. you knew the stories about paige, the rumors of her endless conquests and fearless charm.

paige pushed off the lockers and strolled over, her confidence radiating with every step. "why so nervous rookie? you did good" she said, grabbing your hand. "everyone’s saying good things." her grip was firm, her eyes piercing, making you feel both seen and insignificant at the same time.

you took a deep breath, trying to ignore the flutter in your stomach. "y-yeah," you stuttered, shaking her hand. "i'm just trying to fit in."

a knowing smile curled her lips. "well, i can help you with that." her tone was playful, yet there was an underlying seriousness that sent a shiver down your spine. "i'll show you the ropes, take you under my wing."

the first weeks of training were intense. paige was a relentless coach, pushing you to your limits and beyond. her methods were unorthodox, often leaving the other players bewildered, but she had an uncanny ability to draw out potential that others didn't see. you found yourself improving at an unprecedented rate, your skills sharpening like a knife under her watchful eye.

but it wasn't just on the court where she had an effect on you. her charisma was magnetic, and you couldn't help but be drawn to her. her stories of late-night escapades and wild adventures made you feel like you were living in a shadow of her vibrant life. you'd listen intently, blushing at the more risqué details, while she'd throw her head back and laugh, the sound echoing in the quiet gym.

one evening, after a particularly grueling practice, paige suggested you grab dinner together. just the two of you. you agreed, eager for the chance to get to know her better, away from the prying eyes of the team. as you sat across from her at a dimly lit diner, the air grew thick with a tension you didn't quite understand.

her hand reached out, brushing against yours on the table. "you know, you're different from the others," she said, her gaze intense. "there's something about you that's... pure."

your cheeks grew hot as you avoided her eyes. "what do you mean?"

leaning in, she whispered, "you're a good girl, aren't you?" her voice was a soft caress that sent a thrill through you.

the question hung in the air like a challenge. you nodded, unable to find your voice.

her smile widened, a glint of mischief in her eyes. "i have a feeling this season is going to be more interesting than i thought."

the conversation shifted gears, but you couldn't shake off the feeling that something had changed between you. the way she looked at you now was different, a new kind of curiosity in her gaze. it was thrilling and terrifying in equal measure.

as the days went by, you found yourself spending more and more time with paige. she'd invite you to her off-campus apartment, where you'd watch movies and share stories late into the night. sometimes, her hand would rest on your thigh, sending waves of electricity through your body. each time, you'd tense up, unsure of what to do, but she'd just laugh and squeeze gently, as if reassuring you that you were safe.

the tension grew palpable, and you began to wonder if the rumors about her were true. if she had any intention of adding you to her list of conquests. yet, she never made a move, never pushed you further than you were comfortable with. instead, she'd pull away, leaving you feeling both disappointed and relieved.

then came the night of the first big home game. you'd been playing better than anyone could have predicted, and the crowd was electric. after the final buzzer, as you walked off the court drenched in sweat and adrenaline, paige was waiting for you. she pulled you into a hug, her strong arms lifting you off the ground.

"you're a natural," she murmured into your ear. "and i want to be the one to show you everything."

for a moment, you were suspended in time. her words resonated deep within you, igniting a fire you didn't know existed. and as she set you down, her hand lingering on your waist, you realized that maybe, just maybe, you wanted her to.

you tried to ignore the feeling, to focus on the season ahead, but it was like trying to ignore the sun in the middle of a bright summer day. it was there, burning and inescapable. you began to crave her touch, the way she'd look at you when she thought you weren't watching. her confidence was contagious, and you found yourself wanting to be more like her, to experience what she had, even if just a little.

one night, as you lay in bed, unable to sleep, you made a decision. you texted her, your heart racing with each tap of your thumbs. "do you... want to come over?" the message hovered, unsent, for what felt like an eternity before you hit send.

her response was almost immediate. "on my way."

your stomach flipped as you waited for her to arrive. you straightened your dorm room, trying to make it look more welcoming. when the door finally creaked open, she stepped in, casual in sweatpants and a hoodie, a knowing smile playing on her lips.

"couldn't sleep?" she asked, shutting the door behind her.

you swallowed hard. "no, i... i had some things on my mind."

she sat down on the edge of your bed, her eyes searching yours. "what's up?"

you took a deep breath and leaned in. "i want you to be the one," you whispered. "i want you to show me everything."

the room seemed to still, the only sound the thundering of your heart in your ears. her gaze softened, and she leaned closer, her hand coming up to cup your cheek. "are you sure?"

you nodded, your eyes never leaving hers.

her smile grew gentle, and she leaned in, brushing her lips against yours in a kiss so soft, it was like a promise.

as her lips left yours, paige’s fingers find the waistband of your shorts pulling them down below your thighs.

your breath hitches with anticipation, your body aching for paige’s touch.

her face breaks into a smirk, teasing you further. “you sure you want this baby?” paige whispers, the nickname sending an immediate blush to your cheeks.

“yes i’m ready. i trust you”

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤyou stared at paige with bright eyes and she nodded, her eyes never leaving yours. she maintained eye contact with you as she leaned down and flicked her tongue against your clit.

you let out a loud moan at the feeling of her warm tongue against you.

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paige lifted her head to warn you, “tell me to stop if it hurts, yeah?”

before you could respond, paige thrust her finger into you relentlessly, beginning to pump her finger into you”

“fuck, paige.” you moaned out when her finger grazed your sweet spot.

she continued her pursuit as she began curling her fingers, testing out what got her the greatest reaction. she wanted to memorize every inch of you for future purposes.

when you had almost reached your climax, paige hastily removed her fingers from you.

your eyes flew open. “paige please, don’t tease.”

smiling, she went back to licking at your clit, and the combination of that and her fingers sent you off the edge and you struggled to catch your breath.

as you settled down, she removed her fingers from you, pulling you into a kiss.

both of you knew you had a lot to discuss, but that could wait until morning..

i didn’t proofread this as i thought it was terrible but i can continue it if people would like.

[nickgurl4life]

SOFT!MATT × DOLL!READER FIRST TIME~

Content!Warning: movie night, doll!reader tells soft!matt that she's ready for sex, kissing, nipple sucking, lots of consent, some dry humping, oral(fem receives), praises, p in v, protected sex(wrap it up!), hand holding, aftercare~

Summary: Doll!reader finally feels she is ready for sex and decides to tell soft!matt~

A/N: Hi loveys! Sorry I haven't posted a fic in a bit. I'm struggling with mental health, but here's one that I have wanted to dry doing for a bit, and I hope you like it! Also, dividers from @bernardsbendystraws 🤗 NOT PROOFREAD!

INSPO: @bernardsbendystraws

Today was the day you solved the ache between you legs, today was the day you finally told your boyfriend you're ready for sex. Were you ready? Yes, you were, but were you nervous? Fuck yes, you're shaking so badly as you walk through the hallway that you look like your vibrating. As you arrive at your boyfriends bedroom door, you enter and smile as you see he's at his gaming set up playing Fortnite with some friends. He doesn't notice you till he feels your hands grip his shoulders from behind, gently kneading them and massaging them. "Mmm...hey baby, how was your shower?" He asks as he practically melts under your touch.

"It was good, but hey, when you're done on the game, can we...uhm...can we talk?" You ask as the nervousness you thought went away starts flooding you from head to toe. What if he says no? What if he never wanted that with you? What if you sounded like a idiot when you asked? As you keep overthinking, you're snapped out of it by his words, "How about now I was gonna get off the game when you finished in the shower anyways, doll" he says softly as he turns off his computer. Great, so now you have to ask sooner, you think to yourself. "Well... I guess we can talk now, so..." You say in a hushed tone as you climb on the bed, Matt doing the same.

"So what'd you wanna talk about, doll?" He says with a soft grin, and that's when you go silent. You're panicking on the inside and calm on the outside, but he can tell. "Hey, hey, what's going on inside that pretty little head of yours, sweetheart?" He asks as he gently grabs your hand. "I- i- uhm- I-" You struggle to even form words till all of a sudden you spit out, "I'm ready, and I wanna have sex!" You say in a hurried tone, and then you peak up to look at Matt's surprised expression. "Oh honey, why didn't you just tell me?" He chuckles as he kisses your cheek. "Wait...y-your not upset?" You ask softly as a small smile subconsciously grows on your red face. "Baby, why the hell would I be mad that you were ready for sex?" He asks with a small chuckle. "Are you sure you want to do it now thou-" before he can finish speaking your cutting him off with a quick, "Yes! Yes, I do!" Which pulls a laugh out of him.

"Okay, okay, so we already know the kissing and making out part, so let's just start with that doll." Matt says and gently pulls you into a soft kiss. His chapped lips grazing your soft ones, "You need some chapstick," you murmur on his lips, making both of you chuckle as the kiss grows more hungry. "Mmm, when I'm done, my lips will be softer than satin sweetheart," he says and slowly pushes you down to lay flat on your back. His legs straddle your hips as he moves to kiss down your neck, "Just tell me what feels good..." he whispers as he sucks on your pulse point, evicting a soft moan from your parted lips. His hips gently grind down on yours, his growing erection on your thigh. You feel yourself growing wetter and wetter from his kisses and soft praises.

Your pulled from your thoughts at the feeling of pressure on your core, you look down to see Matt's hand rubbing gentle circles over your white lacy panties that are showing from your baby pink dress riding up. "M-matt, fuck..." you moan softly, arching into his touch as your hips subconsciously roll closer. "Aww, does that feel good, baby?" He coos as he leans down to capture your lips in a soft kiss. "Can I take this off, baby?" He asks as he tugs at the hem of your dress. When you nod, he slips it over your head. "Aww, look at this cute little bra...so pretty just f'me~" he coos as he leans down, pressing kisses to your nipples through the lacy fabric. The feeling makes you jerk, having never been toyed and touched with in such an intimate spot before.

After a bit of teasing, he unbuckles your bra and tosses it to the floor, staring at your swollen puffy nipples. Before you can even react, he's leaning down and taking one into his warm mouth, sucking on them like a baby nursing. "Matt- s-sensitive-" You whimper, he doesn't stop, but he slows down. "Shh..." he moves to suck the other nipple as he free hand pulls and gently twists the other between his fingers, rolling it softly. "M-matt, oh my god, feels good -" You moan as you arch closer. He pulls off and scoots back up to kiss you, spreading your legs and pressing gentle kissing on your neck, down to your stomach, then your thighs, then a final peck on your clit through your panties. "Okay baby, I'm gonna eat you out, okay? So I'm gonna need you to relax, and if you need to, you can tug my hair, okay, sweetheart?" He reassures you as he gentle loops his fingers under the waistband of your panties, gentle tugging them down till down they are on the floor. "Okay are your ready baby?" He asks as he spreads your legs. "Y-yeah, yeah I'm ready..." you say softly as you look down at his face. "W-whats wrong?" You ask as you see he's frozen, looking at your soaking wet pussy in awe.

"Nothing, just...fuck-" he says shakily as he leans in to lick a stripe up your folds. "God you taste like heaven-" You don't get a chance to talk before he's diving in, licking, slurping, and sucking your pussy. "Matt holy fuck!" You cry out as your sensitive pussy contracts and squeezes around nothing at the sensational feeling of Matt's warm tongue applying pressure to your bundle of nerves. "Matt oh my g-god that feels so fucking g-good!" You moan, gripping his hair and rolling your pussy onto him, not knowing where this spark of confidence came from. "Y-yes yes baby just like t-that-" You moan as he keeps going, picking up the pace as he feels your legs start to shake. "M-matt I'm g-gonna-" You cry out, almost blacking out at the insane feeling as you cum hard on his face. As he pulls away, he chuckles, "sorry I uh- you tasted so good and I kind of forgot your a virgin-" he says with a chuckle as he sits up, crawling up to you and kissing your head.

"That felt, fucking awesome~" you say with a chuckle as he gets off the bed, slipping his clothes off so he's naked as well. "Wait, do I have to -" You point to your mouth, then his erection as it's now sprung up to his stomach. "No, no no we can practice that another time, right now this is all about you doll" he says as he grabs a condom from the drawer, opening it and rolling it onto his thick length. "Matt...is it gonna hurt?" You ask with soft doe eyes, making his heart twist. "It might hurt a bit but you can hold my hand, okay?" He reassures you as he rubs his length along your folds and patting it with your clit, getting it wet with your juices before positioning at your entrance. "You ready?" He asks as he intertwines his hands with yours, when you nod he sighs. "I need words sweetheart~" he says softly. "Yeah...I'm ready" you say with a smile as he nods, slowly sliding in. Your mouth falls agape at the burn and stretch. You whimper and matt immediately slows down to a stop.

"Hey, you good?" He asks, his eyes flooding with concern. "Yeah..just burns" You say as your eyes flutter, after a bit of adjusting you give him a nod and he starts to slowly move back and forth. "O-oh my god..." you whisper as the pain slowly turns to pleasure. "Fuck you feel so fucking good..." Matt says as he throws his head back, "doing so good f'me sweetheart, so s-so good f'me..." he praises as he goes faster. "Matt fuck im so close already-" You moan, "yeah me too doll, wanna cum with me?" He asks as his hips stutter. When you nod he speeds up..."3...2...fuck- 1- cum with md baby come on-" he says and as if on command you release all over him, he holds himself back to help you ride it out, what sends him over the edge is a feeling of a liquid squirt all over him. "Oh my- fuck!" He groans as he releases inside the condom. "Baby fuck you squirted!" He chuckles as he slows to a stop. "I- I did?" You say as a smile grows on your flushed face.

"Are you sure I didn't just pee?" You ask shakily, but the stupid grin on his face and the really clear liquid on his lower torso and thighs shows otherwise. "Oh my god- i-i did!" You giggle, and he nods. "You squirted your first time...okay but anyways I'm gonna pull out now okay?" As soon as you nod he slowly eases out. "I feel so empty..." you say softly as he slips the condom off and throws it in the small trash bin by the nightstand. He walks to the bathroom and comes back with a damp washcloth. "Open your legs baby" he coos softly as he wipes up the mess between your legs. Once he's done he cleans himself off then tosses the dirty cloth into the laundry hamper. "Do we want to shower now or just cuddle?" He asks as he stares down at you. "Uh...cuddle...maybe a nap?" You smile and he pulls a giggle from you as he jumps onto you, curling close and draping the covers over you. "Don't have to tell me twice about a nap!" He says happily.

"So you promise I didn't hurt you?" He says as he kisses your head. "I promise I'm fine baby...if you hurt me I would've told you~" you murmur as you nuzzle into his chest. "Well, next time we have it if you want to practice a blow job on me or even a hand job I'll let you okay?" He says as he wraps his arms around you. "Okay...I love you Matt." You murmur sleepily and he smiles, "I love you too doll, now go to sleep and we can shower when you wake up-" as he finishes talking he snickers as he notices your already dead asleep. "Sleepy head...I tired you out huh?" He says softly as he does off as well.

I HOPES YOU GUYS LIKE THIS!!! IT TOOK ME A BIT BUT 🥰

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[alicewrotethis]

𐙚ᣟ݂﹒𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞﹒

ㅤ۫ㅤ ˚ ۪˖𓏲﹒synopsis!! atsumu needed a new roommate, only he didn't know what he was getting himself into. ㅤ ˖ㅤㅤ۫ㅤ ˚౨ cw!! timeskip! a. miya x artist! oblivious! reader, sfw ﹒ ◠ note!!  and they were roommates... atsumu is so hard to write for omg, pt2 soon !! not proofread ౨ wc!! 3k  ˚ ۪˖𓏲 mood!! series playlist

"Tsumu, you need to find a new roommate. My girlfriend and I are getting serious," Atsumu's now ex-roommate explained to him. Atsumu could understand, though not really. He had never gotten too far in the relationship stages. His focus was usually on volleyball, and he couldn’t imagine himself in a serious relationship, so he never really tried.

So here he sat in his living room, on the couch, interviewing the fifth person that day for the new roommate position he’d put out on Craigslist. He was starting to regret the decision, especially since half of the people he met were... well, to put it nicely, extremely shady in his eyes.

Maybe Craigslist wasn’t the best place to post a roommate ad.

His rules were simple: don’t make a mess, be respectful of each other’s belongings, label your food items, and do not be a girl. Most of the rules seemed fair given that it was a two-bedroom, two-bath apartment.

But then there you were, sitting across from him, looking nervous as he stared you down.

"Ya' read the rules, right?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

It’s not that Atsumu hated women or anything—he loved them, for the most part. He just wasn’t sure he could share the same space with someone of the opposite gender. It was something he’d never done before, and given the way his exes acted, he assumed every girl would be uptight and all up in his business all the time.

"I, uh, yes?" You tried to put on a fake smile, but the truth was, you hadn’t read the rules. You’d just applied to whatever roommate ad you first saw. You’d been kicked out by your last roommate, who refused to tell you the reasons, but you had a pretty good guess why.

You had a bad habit of leaving things out randomly, calling it your organized clutter. But everyone else called it a pigsty.

"Then what was the first rule?" He questioned.

You said the first thing that came to your mind, "Don’t talk about fight club?" Your cheeks were a deep red color.

Atsumu felt a smirk fall onto his face "Ya sure yer applyin' for a roommate and not an underground fightin' ring?" He said, amused.

"It was the first thing that came to my mind!" You shouted, embarrassed about your accidental answer. "No, I didn't read your freak rules," You muttered, crossing your arms and staring at the wooden floor.

Atsumu chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Well, if yer gonna live here, you might wanna start readin' them," he teased, leaning back into the couch.

You directed your attention to him once again, "Wait, I can live here?" You asked, a hopeful expression on your face.

Atsumu’s grin softened as he noticed the hope in your eyes. He leaned forward, propping his elbows on his knees. "Yeah, ya can," he said, his voice a little more serious now. "But, ya gotta understand, this place ain't some hotel. It's full of my rules,"

Atsumu knew he needed someone to fill the position of his roommate, and truthfully he was tired of interviewing people and having to awkwardly reject them, and you seemed nice enough, plus, he could just kick you out if you weren't nice to live with.

"I'm sure I can make whatever your rules are work!" You beamed, your excitement palpable.

You were overjoyed, and grateful to have found an apartment so quickly, especially with the truck you rented due to be back in six hours.

"First off," he started, but you cut him off by raising your hand. "What?"

"Can we, uh, bring my stuff up? The truck, uh... it needs to be back in six hours..." you said, your voice wavering, as if you were almost afraid he might tell you to unload it yourself.

Atsumu’s expression softened just a little as he processed your request. The nerves were so evident in your voice, and he couldn’t help but wonder if you were just a bit too anxious for such a simple question. But the truth was, he’d been nervous more times than he could count in his life. It was the only thing that kept him from being irritated by your timid tone.

"Sure," he said, his voice dropping to something a bit gentler. "I can help ya bring it up, no problem."

You blinked, taken aback for a moment. You expected some resistance— after all, most people would be irritated by the thought of helping move someone’s stuff after a first meeting. Maybe your original thoughts on Atsumu were wrong, when you first saw him you had assumed he would be rude but so far he seemed to be fairly nice.

"Lead the way," He spoke, standing up, once again reminding you just how tall he really is.

You both stood in front of the truck, it was a fairly small size, really only used for moving a bedroom.

"The boxes might be heavy, I dont pack well," You warned, sliding the door up and revealing your stacks of boxes as well as your bed set, but something caught Atsumu's eye, you had something flat and long covered on bubble wrap.

"What's that?" He asked, pointing his finger.

"Oh! My canvases, I, uh, do art, or well, make it, I guess," You explained, stumbling over your words nervously. "Well, not I guess, I know it, it's my job,"

You hoped he didn't ask any further questions since you weren't one to really talk about your art, most of your pieces never met your standards so therefore never met the light of day despite what everyone else says about them. You always tended to be your own biggest critique.

"Maybe you could paint me like one of your French girls," He teased, a wide grin on his face.

Your face went a deep shade, did he actually want you to paint him like a French girl? It wasn't uncommon for someone to ask you to paint them something but to paint someone was a whole different deal, though, you did find him candidly pretty enough for it.

"Maybe," You said while picking up a box from the truck, the weight almost enough to make you drop it as you struggled to walk.

Atsumu just watched you with amusement, his brow raising, you didn't actually think he was serious. Right? You had determination he'd give you that.

"Ya need help?" He asked wryly.

"Nope," You mustered out before taking another step and almost falling backward, "Okay, yeah," You admitted.

Atsumu quickly replaced your hands on the box, lifting it like it weighed absolutely nothing.

"Just say yes next time, yeah?" He said, making his way towards the entrance, making you mumbling excuses for not lifting it.

After Atsumu sat the last box down in your room he wiped the sweat off his forehead. You told him you'd be back in forty minutes. It took you ten minutes to get to the truck place, twenty minutes to wait for your friend to pick you up, and ten minutes back. It gave Atsumu a chance to spiffy the place up one last time. He didn't want you to think he lived messily, though it would be a different story when he was busy.

Before leaving your room, he caught a glimpse of the familiar bubble-wrapped canvases, curiosity piquing his interest. One look wouldn't hurt, right? And it's like you'd never know. Giving in to his curiosity he carefully unwrapped one from the back, it felt like Christmas all over again.

Lifting the painting up to get a good view his jaw dropped, it was a beautiful scenic view of a lake, the water and grass had been finished but the sky and what he presumed should've been mountains weren't. He wanted to see a finished one, so he declared that one didn't count and therefore he should be entitled to unwrapping another one.

Lifting the second one up he noticed the same thing, it was a moonlight beach piece- or so he thought; only the top part of the canvas hadn't been filled in. Once he rewrapped them he inspected all the canvases from outside the wrap, and despite how blurry it was, he could tell none of them were finished and a confused look strew onto his face, whats with you and not finishing things?

Hearing the doorbell ring he quickly placed everything back where he found it and rushed to the door, opening it slightly after peeking through the peephole and seeing your form.

"Password?" He asked with a grin.

You didn't quite pick up on his joking tone, "Wait what? You didn't tell me the password," You explained anxiously.

He laughed awkwardly when he realized the joke didn't land, you were gonna have to get used to his silly jokes if you were gonna become possible friends with him.

"Just come inside," He opened the door fully, watching as you slipped under the arm that was holding the door open.

"That reminds me," He paused, digging in his shorts pocket, pulling out a silver key, and handing it out to you, "Your key,"

You smiled and took it from his hand, "Why is your fingertip black?" You asked, taking his wrist and examining his hand.

Atsumu's eyes widened as he quickly tried to come up with an excuse, he couldn't just tell you he went snooping through your stuff. Atsumu was a liar, everybody who was even remotely close to him knew this, but to his luck, you had only just met him.

"It's not," He said with the most convincing smile he could put on.

He never said he was a good liar.

You looked up at him, his wrist still in your grasp as your eyes flickered between him and his finger, and your skeptical expression made it clear you didn't believe him.

"It's food dye," He spoke again, praying you'd release your weak grasp.

Narrowing your eyes you seemed content with his more believable answer, "Why didn't you just say that from the start?" You asked, letting go of his arm.

"Oh, ya know, the usual, anyway..." He trailed off, walking towards his bedroom to escape the awkward situation, "I'll be in my room, don't disturb me unless there's a fire,"

You watched his back as he fled and shut the door swiftly, you knew this new living arrangement would be anything other than a dull one.

But one thing didn't add up to you, what food would he willingly want to dye black? Oh well, you had more important matters to attend to, like unpacking your room, your least favorite part of moving.

With a sigh you looked around your room, it was neat, and you wondered how long it'd be till it wasn't. Mentally swatting those thoughts away you shook your head, you had to be clean this time in fear of getting kicked out, again, it's weird that it happened once it'd be even more weird if it happened twice.

The only thing left was to find a spot to put your unfinished paintings, was hanging up unfinished paintings weird to do? You weren't quite sure, but since you had nowhere else to store them you decided it was the only logical thing to do. Unwrapping the first one you noticed little smudges in the black. Once you hung it up you inspected your fingers, only that's when it hit you, Atsumu's fingers, he lied to your face!

Knocking on his bedroom door, you were furious— not because he snooped through your things, but because he lied to your face about doing so.

"Atsumu's not here, try again later," You heard him say from behind the door, feigning innocence.

You rolled your eyes, exasperated. "Why'd you lie to me?"

"As a loyal friend of Atsumu, I can confirm he's a man of integrity and would do no such thing," He shot back, in a mockingly serious tone.

Did he genuinely think you'd fall for this act? You were a lot of things, but stupid wasn’t one of them.

"I'm not stupid, Atsumu," you said, crossing your arms as the door creaked open.

His face peeked out with a sheepish grin, clearly amused. "Never said ya were, just testin' yer observation skills,"

You glared up at him, refusing to be derailed. "So? Why lie?"

Atsumu leaned casually against the doorframe, shrugging with an air of nonchalance, "Force of habit? Thought it'd be funny?" His grin widened.

Atsumu didn't really have an explanation of why he lied to you, it just came naturally to him, he'd lie even when caught in the act. He'd be more surprised if he told the truth.

You could only muster out a scoff as you turned for your room, you were more annoyed than angry at this point, annoyed that he kept joking about everything– was there a serious bone in this guys body?

Atsumu felt the need to apologize, he knew he shouldn't lie, or well, he should've told a better lie, but he still hurt your feelings and it hadn't even been a whole day since you moved in.

With an exaggerated sigh he knocked on your door. After a few moments you opened it, a scowl evident on your face at the sight of him.

" 'msorry i stretched the truth about a few things," He said, watching as you crossed your arms.

"Stretched the truth?" You repeated annoyed at how he couldn't admit the cold hard truth even in his apologies.

"C'mon don't be like that, i'm sorry, i got carried away 'nd wanted to see yer painting's" He leaned on the door way.

you let a soft smile onto your face at his words, you were glad he apologized finally, and you were happy someone wanted to see your work, though, had he just asked you probably would've shown him. Eventually. Most likely.

"Yeah, well... next time, just don’t lie. It’s not that hard." You say, not wanting to let him off the hook that easily.

Atsumu grins, "No promises," He said amusingly.

You rolled your eyes and smiled at him, "So, what do you think of them?"

Atsumu knew he was going to like invoking reactions out of you, the way you expressed yourself so clearly was adorable to him, and how you didn't quite catch on to his sarcastic tone, taking everything so seriously. It was far too cute.

"Why aren't any of 'em finished?" He asked inquisitively, watching as you leaned on the doorframe opposite to him.

You pondered for a moment, coming up with an answer that actually made sense to anyone but you. You knew why they weren't finished, it was a problem you've always had, you just never had the right motivation to finish the pieces, they were beautiful yes, and they could've been so much more but you never had the right... muse?

Motivation?

Reason?

Of course, you had reason to finish the pieces people paid for, but your personal pieces were and will always remain unfinished.

"I've never had any reason to finish them, I guess," You said, your tone completely changing from the one you've been using toward him, you sounded more collected than you did before.

Atsumu felt your words somewhat, though he couldn't fully understand where you were coming from as he never indulged in hobbies other than volleyball, and with volleyball you can't just not finish the game.

"Well, if ya ever finish one, we're hangin' it up in the living room," He grinned at your flustered face.

"You were saying something about rules earlier?" You changed the subject.

"Ah," He paused, "Respect people's things 'nd label yer food,"

You looked at him with a bemused expression, "Haven't you already broken one of your rules?"

He stood with a wide smirk, "Never said I'd follow the rules, gotta get yer ears checked," He said teasingly.

"My ears are just fine, I swab them every night for your information," You shot back, defensively crossing your arms.

Atsumu chuckled softly at your form, the way you always took him so seriously, it stitched something into him, nothing bad, but he just wasn't sure what the feeling was to what it could lead to, sure your personalities clashed wildly, but that's what made it so exciting to him. You were something new.

"Thanks f'the image,"

"Let me see your ears," You said, arms still crossed.

Atsumu raised his brow in amusement, "Why would I-"

Atsumu got cut off by you grabbing his shirt and tugging him down,.

Atsumu blinked, his lips parting slightly in stunned silence. He wasn’t used to being manhandled like this— especially by someone as small, compared to him, and stubborn as you.

“Y’know,” He finally murmured, his voice low and teasing as a grin tugged at his lips, “If ya wanted t’hold my face, ya just had t’ask.” He said playfully, trying to mask the flush your hold on his face brought.

You ignored his words, squinting at his ear as if it held the answers to the universe.

“It looks clean,” you muttered, releasing his chin with a sharp pat.

Atsumu straightened, rubbing his jaw with exaggerated offense. “Glad I passed yer inspection, doc. Feel free t’give me a heads-up next time, yeah?”

Despite the confident facade he put on, your touch and close proximity sent a flutter through him.

"Well, I did ask beforehand," You placed your hand on his chest to move him backward and out of the doorframe, god, why were you so touchy? It did absolutely nothing to calm the flutter of feelings spinning in his chest.

As you turned on your heel and shut the door, Atsumu stood there, watching you, his hand absently brushing over his chin where your fingers had been moments before.

What exactly had he gotten himself into?

navigation !

© 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 ─ please don't copy, translate, or post any of my work without my permission !

[xalberrt]

'packing up' is one of the craziest songs in 'in trousers' and we need to talk about it

so, basically marvin sings about leaving his family and we mostly see that he does feel good about it but still nervous and slightly regretting cause he's just afraid of any changes in his life. ''Whizzer will act very parental Completely gentle Absolutely swell Unlike me who's at his worst When he lacks a fee'' we're ALREADY told that whizzer is great parental figure! and marvin damn knows it. ''Honest to god No one's the villain I'm not dressed in black Sue me for fraud Sue me for killin' A woman unwillin' To get me off her back'' so marvin is still marvin and he literally starts blaming trina cause she doesn't want to let him go? he thinks, like, why she understands that i'm a burden and still wants me to stay? she unfortunately LOVES you, man, holly hell. ''Am I your nightmare Or your dream?'' i'll just leave these lyrics here. everyone should see them. this song is crazy ''I might borrow milk, or more I might, to begin If you see me at your door Swear you'll let me in'' i'm ready to talk way too long about how marvin's and trina's relationship are explained in 'in trousers'. we basically understand that marvin loves trina in some way. he does find her good and he wants to be able to see her after divorce(only when he wants though. still very egoistic man). i actually truly believe that they would have been friends if they hadn't gotten married. i can wright another too long post about their relationship in 'in trousers', they're explained sooo good. ''Pack it up and call it quits Like good quitters do Pack it up cause this way's shit Maybe that will too'' just look at this. read it. marving sings it desperately and he is desperate cause he just hopes that this big, hard change in his life will make things good. well, in fact, it did for a bit. then it was the same heteronormative relationship, THEN he had what he truly wanted, and then lost it again. so at the end that way is really shit too, but i think it was worth it for marvin

[joankin-art]

One wants to show sweetness The other needs to receive sweetness

[delinquentsofberk]

well well well. first introduction is here ! say hi to birk :D

hi hi !! an here ^-^ let's hope i get to share more art and lore about this guy and the rest of the gang, but the likelihood is small sadly. hope you'll take what i can offer (_ _ *)

[merlinfromberlin]

Bumblebee & Ratchet Fic Recs

It's my birthday, so let me treat myself (and you) to some of my favourite fanfics exploring the dynamic between Ratchet & Bumblebee in TFP. Because I am a sucker for Ratchet and Bee and Ratchet having a soft spot for Bee.

Bumblebee & Ratchet Fics

Do You Like Bees? by @thinkingheron (Stardustjinn on AO3)

TFP. Ratchet needs a break from his Synth-En project, so Bumblebee takes it upon himself to make it happen. The Team is amused, Ratchet is not, and Bumblebee pays with a scratched paint and a dent. Oneshot. Warning we have an angry Ratchet.

I honestly love this story so much. It's incredibly creative and funny! :3 I love how cheeky and mischievous Bee is. I love how helpless everybody else is to stop his shenagigans. I love that, yeah, he's playing a prank and it's infuriating to Ratchet in the moment, but in the end it's not actually malicious. No one is hurt, it can be reverted easily and Ratchet recharges for a bit.

On another note: this fic is basically canon to me.

If Language Were Liquid by @equivocaleternity (equivocalEternity on AO3)

Bumblebee's voice box is malfunctioning again, and he joins Ratchet and Raf for a perfectly timed lesson on Cybertronian grammar.

This fic just hits all of my boxes: Ratchet, Bumblebee and an super interesting exploration of Cybertronian languages/linguistics/grammar. It's absolutely amazing! :3

Minus One by @gentle-hero-blog (carrot_top_monk on AO3)

A rewrite of the season 3 episode “Minus One”, in which the Autobots’ interrogation of Soundwave goes horribly wrong.

I almost wish that this was canon. It's such an interesting way to explore how Minus One could have gone differently. It's also a super interesting angle at a "Tyger Pax fic". I also honestly love the relationships between Ratchet, Optimus and Bumblebee in this fic so much.

And, maybe most impressively, it made me sympathetise with Smokescreen a little bit more than I did before. I still don't really vibe with him, but I feel like I understand him a little bit better now.

Spark of Courage also by @thinkingheron

TF:Prime, Aligned. Pre Earth. After a surprise Decepticon attack near the Well of AllSparks, Ratchet manages to save a sparkling from near death... or was it the other way around? Origin fic. Rated for mild violence.

Aaaahhh. I don't know how to even describe this fic but I honestly love it so, so much. Bee's immediate attachment to Ratchet is honestly so, so sweet. How Ratchet gets attached to Bee against his will. Bee's sparkling adventures are just absolutely amazing. He's got half the Autbot force exhausted with his shenanigans within the first three days without even trying to. And at the same time he's got all of them wrapped around his little finger. It's honestly one of the best portrayals of Bee I've ever read. I can only aspire to one day write such an adorable, fun and mischievous version of Bee. :3 Also: the background War politics/plot. And, Jazz is in it and he is absolutely glorious.

Honestly can't recommend this enough. <3

Dadchet Fics

Because, for some reason childhood trauma, grumpy old medic dad having a soft spot for his little yellow robot is my greatest weakness.

A glimpse in the Past by arctic_lotus on AO3

When they say you see your children before you die, it isn't always the good memories. ~ Ratchet seems to walk through the events leading to his deepest regret as a recon mission goes up in smoke.

Featuring lots of incredibly sweet vignettes of Bee's and Ratchet's relationship leading up to Tyger Pax. Sparkling Bee is absolutely adorable and Ratchet has a soft spot for him that is bigger than Cybertron itself. It's incredibly sweet. There is also some incredibly heart-warming Optiratch in there. ^^ It's a bit bittersweet but in the best of ways. :3

Autobots, Pass Out! by @yamiquietshadowflo (Quiet_Shadow on AO3)

Ratchet is far too busy and stressed to just drop everything he's doing and go to sleep, even Optimus gives him his best 'So-Disappointed-In-You Look'. Recharge? Who needs that when there is so much to fret about? (Un)Fortunately for the medic, Optimus isn't the type of mech who give up and he's not above for the most underhanded, sneaky tactic at his disposition: Sending in Bumblebee and Raf.

Adorable. Funny. Sweet. :3 I love that Ratchet knows exactly what Bee and Raf are doing, but is absolutely helpless to it anyways. Absolutely adore that it is implied that, now that this has happened once, Bee will keep making it happen. They deserve their cuddles. Optimus is absolutely hilarious, too. :D

Napping Spot by @keef-a-corn (Keef_A_Corn on AO3)

I have a soft spot for Bee and Ratchet. Sometimes you just gotta hold your little Bee. It's short and cute. I have nothing else to say.

Honestly, this is just utterly adorable. 10/10. Could read it every five minutes. I should probably read it every five minutes.

Promises and Failures by @theiceemperor (Windify on AO3)

He’d made up his mind the moment they found out that the scout’s T-Cog was missing. There was nothing he wouldn’t do to fix Bee.

Now this. Whenever I read this story, I just want to shake some sense into Ratchet because he ist just infuriatingly reckless. Because, yeah, he should definitely not have operated on himself and then not told anyone. At the same time, however, I absolutely get why he is doing it. That's his baby boy who's hurting, after all, and there's all that old medic guilt and self-consciousness and love for Bee that drives him to his decision. In the end I'd probably be too much of a sap to wrench him before hugging him. Even if he'd deserve it for endangering himself like that.

I also just love Bee and Ratchet's interaction at the end of the story. That just oozes their love for another. :3

Now go and read at least one of these fics, they are all absolutely amazing.

[deoidesign]

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[crabsnpersimmons]

I have a question.

What would your CLIP AU voice be like?

probably the voice of your Sun and Moon hairdresser AU is exactly like that of the original daycare attendant sun and moon.

but what about Clip? it's a thin and lovely voice?, or calm and gentle like in the original Eclipse?

Or Is the voice different?

good question! and a tricky one, because i don't have any exact references to pull from and i don't know how much will translate, but i will try to explain the best i can

First: in the hairdresser AU, Sun and Moon actually sound a little different from canon! It's been a long time since their time at their PizzaPlex and they've undergone a lot of change, and that shows in their voices. So they used to sound like their canon voices, but they've changed over time.

Sun's voice is gentler than his canonical voice and it doesn't fluctuate as much (switching from excitable, to sarcastic, to threatening). Overtime, Sun has learned to keep his tone even and approachable. The best way to describe Sun is that he is even-tempered and calm. He rarely gets over-emotional, but Moon and Clip have a way of getting to him, since they know each other the closest. He only ever slips into his old voice and vocal habits (like repeating words) around Moon and Clip, usually in the form of sarcasm to balance their silliness (like his comments in this post). i like to describe Sun's voice as his customer-service voice, light and cheery enough to be appropriate for the situation.

Moon's voice is still a little raspy, but unlike his canon voice, it's less guttural and his pitch doesn't fluctuate as much. He also speaks in full sentences haha. The notable thing about Moon's voice is that it lacks the playful gremlin quality we all love about canon Moon. His tone isn't as playful and he doesn't giggle as much as he used to. Perhaps he'll have a short friendly chuckle when talking to a customer, but it's not gremlin level laughter. i think the closest voice reference i can think of is Corey Wilder's voice dub for Moon. still a little raspy without being too guttural, and more eloquent and charming in his delivery. Overall his tone is kinda dry, but when he begins to open up (like in this post), his voice takes a softer tone, closer to canon.

and finally Clip! In a way, his voice is probably the closest to canon Sun and Moon's. His voice fluctuates a lot jumping around from canon Sun's lofty theatrics to canon Moon's menacing glee. He's dramatic, he's silly, he cackles, he giggles, he rambles, he growls, he makes animal noises, he's all over the place! And there is no rhyme or reason to it, it's just fun for Clip. No matter the time of day, Clip is here to play play play! However, there are rare moments when his voice sounds like canon Eclipse from the Ruin DLC. It's that sweet and gentle tone, but there is a staticky quality in his voice, crackling like someone who hasn't spoken in a while.

...

i hope that made sense!

[yansurnummu]

just had to do a quick scribble of my durge because he always looks .4 seconds away from bursting into tears and I love him. I like to think that his charisma stat comes solely from his sad wet puppy eyes

[yuseirra]

onk is so annoying~~~~~~~!!!aahh I actually feel like I'm going to get so many things right in the end and I have all the answers, I SERIOUSLY DO, I'm not- I'm not being full of myself or making baseless claims, I just SEE what they are trying to do with the writing, the feelings of the characters at least, some of them are painfully obvious BUT THEY JUST KEEP BEATING AROUND THE BUSH AND KEEP TRYING TO TWIST THINGS AWAY AND MAKE IT SEEM LIKE IT ISN'T. That's what I find so annoying!! It's actually one of the reasons why I took a break from reading the comic after some time when I picked up the work after having viewed S1 last year. I know what they're doing and why the characters are written like this, and how they're like this, I'm pretty positive!!

I was annoyed about Aqua last time because he still had feelings for Kana yet the authors made him entangled with Akane while he DIDN'T abandon his feelings for her, I'm really sorry but he shouldn't have treated Akane like that. It wasn't fair. His feelings towards Kana NEVER once changed. I JUST SAW THAT, the writers make him stray away from that feeling he was for painfully long, they better make the whole reveal fulfilling in the end, I KNEW aqukana was going to be endgame for so long. Aqua SHOULD NOT have treated Akane the way he did if he really wanted to build a genuine relationship with her. The anime S2 seems to leave off at there where he asks her to be a couple, well, I think he did try, but he didn't discard his feelings towards Kana as he did either. I just.. knew, that what happened wasn't what he truly wanted and this guy NEVER confronts his desires, he should have gone up and told the person he liked about his feelings but this comic considers something like this a suspense or a plot point and lets it drag on for dozens of chapters... I came BACK after they confirmed about his feelings because GOD it was so obvious. This whole story would have gone nowhere without him ever having gotten true to his feelings, nothing would have been resolved without it because he'd always have had this lingering feeling for Kana and it's just hanging with it without being acknowledged in the story!!! It's not about what ship I support exactly, it's- I know what characters have feeling for whom!!! and they try to make it seem like it's some big secret because I get it, endgame ships are important but Aqua, as much as I cared for him(he's been making me so angry lately though,) was being a douche to both girls. They both can go kick his butt for toying around with those girl's feelings. and ehh I can see regardless of who his love interest is, ultimately the one person he really cares about more than his own life is Ruby HSHSH.. What is that guy doing. His dad told him to go back and live!! I am mad!!!

and now, I already partly have a good idea about how Hikaru and Ai's relationship issue's going to be resolved but they have to DRAG IT ON AND MAKE ME SO NERVOUS. The authors must really like doing this and think it's very clever but again, this is so tedious and nerve-wrecking to watch as a weekly issue with Hikaru being completely out of it, he's totally gone insane!!! The one guy Ai wanted to confess to being in shambles is both so ridiculous and so tragic to look at!! Look at the total mess he's become, they can't make him be so..;; so ugly like this, it's so rude to his being as a character and I'm sure they aren't going to leave him be like this as Ai's other half(YES THIS GUY!!! IS AI'S OTHER HALF!! HE'S DEVISED TO BE HER MATCH FROM THE CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT STAGE!!)

Come on everyone, I know what I'm doing.

YOU CAN'T MAKE AI SAY WHAT SHE'S SAID TO/ABOUT HER MURDERER!!!! THAT'S 1. SO CRUEL, 2.A DOWNRIGHT DUMB CHOICE AS A WRITER AND IT DOESN'T HAVE A POINT!!

YOU MAKE HER SAY THAT BECAUSE THE GUY DIDN'T DO IT AND IS SOMEONE WHO SHE CAN TRULY LOVE THAT WAY!!! HER NAME MEANS LOVE!!! I just... caught that as soon as this dropped and they lay out all these dumb and confusing ideas later on and make things sooo messy but it's actually, ultimately leading in this direction because DID WE SEE ANY CLEAR PROOF THAT HE WANTED TO HURT AI OR GET BACK AT HER. WE DO NOT BECAUSE HE REALLY DIDN'T DO IT!!! IDK ABT HIM KILLING OTHER PPL THAT'S VAGUE BUT AT LEAST, THIS GUY LOVED AI!!!! WHAT THEY HAVE IS MUTUAL AND HIS FEELINGS FOR HER'S BEEN WHAT'S BEEN MAKING HIM GO ON WHEN HE DOESN'T HAVE ANY WILL TO LIVE AND FEELS PRACTICALLY DEAD AFTER SHE'S GONE!!

THIS GUY WENT INSANE AFTER HE LOST THE ONE SINGLE PERSON WHO MATTERED THE MOST IN HIS LIFE. HE'S NOT HIMSELF!! I just watched how he appeared in the final ep in the anime and I kept going: 'oh this guy. He's totally lost it. He's totally gone mad, the madman. he needs to see a psychiatrist' BECAUSE WHAT'S BEING PRESENTED, IS NOT HIM BEING HIMSELF. I really think.. the guy became possessed or became out of it after he wished to see Ai again. Look, Look at what's happening in the songs. SOMEONE WISHED THE DEAD TO BE BACK. SOMEONE WISHED TO BE ABLE TO BE WITH THEM. THEY WERE WILLING TO DO ANYTHING IF ONLY THAT WERE TO BE POSSIBLE. THEY WISHED UPON "A STAR". There is no one else other than him that would have made that kind of wish.

HE WANTS AI BACK!!!!

Help omygod I'm so tired of the writers just dragging on and spinning things in circles and confusing the readers I JUST GOT THIS OVER AND DONE WITH AS SOON AS THE CHAPTER AND THE SONGS DROPPED AND

If they're doing to make him a villain they never would have had to put in that scene where Ai tells her children she wants her boyfriend to be helped. That totally isn't necessary. They never need to have told us she really loved him and wished to live forever with him. This isn't the type of story where HER efforts would remain a dumb, futile choice, Hikaru's wish may be but AS FOR AI, NO!!!! IT JUST LITERALLY CANNOT HAPPEN!!! THE ENTIRE STORY HAS HER WISH AND LEGACY UNDERLYING IN THE PLOTLINE AS A FLOW, THE STORY DOES NOT FUNCTION WITHOUT IT BECOMING A REALITY!!! RUBY AND AQUA'S WISH AND DRIVES ARE HIGHLY CORRELATED TO THE WISH SHE HAS, AND IT'S NOT ABOUT THEM DETACHING AND STRAYING AWAY FROM IT, IT'S ABOUT THEM ADDING ONTO IT AND STEPPING FORWARD BUT IN THAT SAME DIRECTION! THEY EACH BECAME AN ACTOR AND AN IDOL THE WAY SHE WANTED AND THEY PROGRESSED IN THE ROUTES IN THEIR RESPECTIVE JOURNEYS. THIS STORY CANNOT STAND WITH AI BEING DISREGARDED, SHE'S THE PIVOTAL, KEY PERSON THAT ACTS AS THE BACKBONE!! SO THERE IS NO WAY HER BELOVED IS A SIMPLE CRAZY INSANE MANIAC THE MOMENT SHE TELLS THE READERS SHE ACTUALLY LOVES HIM DEARLY!! SOMETHING'S UP WITH THAT GUY AND HE'S ALSO SOMEONE THAT DESERVES TO BE SAVED!! THAT CHARACTER IS DEVISED TO BE AI'S LOVE. HE IS. AND YOU DON'T MAKE THAT GUY BE A BASELESS SIMPLE FREAK, THAT'S WHY LITERALLY NOTHING'S ACTUALLY BEEN... TOLD TO US ABOUT HIM??? BECAUSE, THE STORY WANTED US TO THINK THAT WAY BUT HE ACTUALLY WASN'T!!!! IT'S RUDE NOT JUST TO HIM BUT AI!! AND I AM SURE THE WRITERS REALLY DO LOVE AND CARE FOR AI. They won't make her look dumb. Not only does it make the character's charm die out, it just totally downplays and degrades the entire series as a whole. Ai is that central. I'm not saying this because I favor her, it's just.. the way she's devised.

it's such a relief this manga's on hiatus till October 24th~ 'v')/ ah.. I can relax.. I can relax. um, probably till this time next week, this comic is oh, it can get super dumb(I'm so sorry aka-san and mengo-san. I don't mean it in a literal sense I'm just TIRED THOUGH). There are so many things I like about it but it stresses me out, I honestly wouldn't be like this if I could not spot anything, but I just SEE these things so clearly and I feel so lonely about it, there is NO WAY it wouldn't go otherwise at least I think so, but it's not my work and the writers aren't me either so I can't be completely sure- it's... painful to wait out and see the characters making dumb choices and making crazy faces, making vague statements that actually result to nothing much and having to wait a week for unanswered questions, every week, I'm not sure if this is supposed be suspense or cliffhangers or what makes the readers want to grab the next episode etc but I've never seen a comic that works so much like a morning kdrama, it's been that way as of lately and it's really wearing me out

oh guys, oh guys don't worry. I never play a game I'd lose. I really need to buy one of those storywriting books- the "how to write" sort of things right. but I; just don't see this going any other way in an ultimate sense. The answers are already out. What I'm unsure is how we'd get there. I could sit back.. and come back after a year like the way I did last time, but I stepped in way too deep and it feels like a sinkhole.. I keep getting afraid if I get anything wrong, oh, I actually feel I can speak.. a little.. when they have breaks like these. otherwise I'd get too nervous to say anything... I can just focus with doing what I enjoy regarding this work without having to worry about just what the heck may come next...

I have like 3-4 ideas I want to draw, I want to get to that before the next chapter drops lol if this comic keeps making me so;; nervous, yeah, I can just rest. I've been pushing so hard~~~~ I'm sure the writers are having so much fun right now and I'm just playing into their hands as a reader because wouldn't it be so nice!! be so fun!! to have people feel things regarding their work! but it's time they start providing us answers now and give this story a good wrap-up. I hope it has like three volumes left at least; I will regret having read this piece if they just drop what that can be perfectly good because, because, I can see this piece getting a really good resolution. They can do it!!! I SEE IT! IT CAN HAPPEN! EVERYTHING CAN MAKE GOOD SENSE AND IT CAN BE GREAT!! AND I think that's what they're going for. I got so many things right about this piece, oh.. I really hope it does go in the way I could be happy I read it.. I got in again because I caught a glimpse of it.

[thescribblings]

Had a vision this morning, tried a new perspective :]

Suggestive drawing of Ori under the cut

Those tela-novelas sure are interesting to watch when you have company, eh?

That is all

Have nice day :]

[aceghosts]

“i don’t have time for distractions right now.” for Rooney x Yori if your taking prompt requests??? 🩷

Thank you for sending this prompt in! I think this prompt was supposed to be angsty, but my muse took me in a rather smutty direction. So...uh...yeah.

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Summary: Rooney makes an off-handed comment about their boyfriend being a distraction. Yorinobu takes that as a personal challenge. Title comes from Måneskin's HONEY (ARE U COMING?). Words: 3.9k words Content Warnings: MINORS, DO NOT INTERACT! Lots of flirting, teasing, sexual tension, and making out. Also, Rooney is AFAB and nonbinary, not a woman. Nonbinary is not fucking women-lite. (Mutuals and followers, that comment is not directed at you. All of you are awesome.) Towards the end of the fic, I need to give a warning for explicit sexual content, specifically: Dirty Talk, Light Bondage, Light Body Worship, Blow Jobs/Oral Sex, Safe word usage, vaginal fingering, Penis In Vagina Sex, and Unprotected Sex. Really, this is just porn with a light plot draped over it. I am going to give a light warning for potential Dom/Sub overtones to be on the safe side, but in my mind, Rooney and Yori are switches, if either of them could be called that. If you feel you need more warnings, I would also double check the AO3 version, but I think I covered everything here. Author’s note: This fic takes place in the timeline after Rooney and Yorinobu get together. When specifically? Haven't really nailed that down. Also, this is the first time I've posted an honest to god smutfic on my blog. Yay? NSFW Taglist (Opt In/Out): @bbrocklesnar, @voidika, @roofgeese, @cloudofbutterflies92, @strangefable @inafieldofdaisies, @derelictheretic, @clicheantagonist, @direwombat, @nightbloodbix

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“I missed you.”  Their wonderfully distracting boyfriend wraps his arms around their waist, pressing himself close to their back. Rooney resists the urge to lean back into him, crossing their arms over their chest. He places soft kisses along their jawline, Rooney letting out a contented hum. “I thought about you all day. Did you think about me?”

Yorinobu lays it on thick, clearly having thought about how the two would spend their evening. Unfortunately, duty calls for Rooney. In front of them is a pin board, notes connected with red string and written in Rooney’s indecipherable scrawl, a helpful way to visualize their case. They hope that it will lead them to revelation, a lead that might have been overlooked. “Yorinobu, I don’t have time for distractions right now.”

“Is that what I am? A distraction?” He asks playfully, pressing a kiss to the corner of their jaw, “You should teach me a lesson for being so distracting.” 

Dammit, it almost works on them. Under their tough, cold exterior, Rooney was a softie for the people they loved, especially Yorinobu, who seemed to delight in it. “Yori, you know I didn’t mean it like that; I really need to focus right now.” Rooney wants to get into whatever trouble he’s cooked up in his head, but their case needs to take priority.

“Understood,” He acquiesces with no hard feelings, “Please promise that you will make time for us tomorrow night. We need to go to the Flores’ party.”

Rooney nods, already having scheduled that as their night off. They would be there for him unless something truly urgent arises. “I promise; I’m all yours tomorrow.”

“Good.” He pulls away from them, Rooney already missing the warmth and comfort of his arms. Taking a few steps, Yorinobu turns to face them. “Rooney?”

“Yes?” Their arms drop to their sides as they face him.

“You have no understanding of how distracting I can be,” He teases, closing the gap between them. Yorinobu cups the back of their neck, pulling Rooney in for a deep kiss. They grab his vest, their head spinning, knees going slightly weak. He pulls away a few seconds later, leaving them desperately aching for more. Yorinobu turns his back to them, and as he leaves, Rooney watches him, wide-eyed with desire. They really wish they weren’t in the middle of a case.

—

Rooney should have known Yorinobu might be planning something when they were getting ready in the bathroom. In front of the mirror, Rooney ties their black tie, a gift from a client whose wife Rooney had found after the NCPD refused to investigate. Yorinobu joins them in the bathroom, leaning against the dark gray granite counter. His eyes closely watch the deft movements of their fingers as Rooney finishes with the tie, smoothing it down against their chest. Smirking, he leans closer, purring, “I love it when you wear a tie.”

They raise an eyebrow in curiosity. Yorinobu takes the tie in his hand, rubbing a thumb over the silky fabric. “Makes it easier to pull me to you,” He tugs the tie gently, pulling Rooney towards him, their faces only inches apart. Yorinobu’s eyes glance down at their lips, his stare lingering for a few seconds. He meets their eyes again, Rooney’s face feeling warm as they swallow in anticipation. “I can also tie you up with it while I am fu-.”

“Yorinobu!” Their tone is sharp, their cheeks burning. They weren’t against the idea, not really caring whether he tied them up or Rooney tied him up. (Rooney had no preference, enjoying both.) Rather, someone had to keep them on track to go to this party. “Please behave. We need to go to this party, remember?” His idea for tonight sounds much better than being around a bunch of woefully out-of-touch rich people. (Present company excluded.) But this would have to wait until after. “You and I can have fun after the party.”

He pouts playfully, letting go of their tie as Rooney smooths it down again. “Afterward.” Sounds like it could be a promise or a threat, and Rooney really hopes it’s the former. His smirk returns as he teases them, “I will have you dragging me home tonight.”

“Sure.” Rooney rolls their eyes, pretending his words have no effect on them.

“I will. I am distracting, and your restraint is not infinite.” He pulls away from them, pushing off the counter with a wink. Yorinobu leaves them alone in the bathroom as Rooney slowly blinks, their brain resetting. A second later, they urge themself to get it together, turning to face the mirror. In the soft golden glow of the bathroom lights, their face bright red, pupils wide.

--

Yorinobu’s flirty behavior continues as the night goes on, giving Rooney no reprieve. Whenever the two had a moment alone, he would flirt with them, dirty little things whispered in their ear. His hands would stray a little lower than they should, ghosting over Rooney’s body. With others, he is on his best behavior, but Rooney catches him with a smirk and a troublesome look in his eyes as if he is plotting his next move. Not that Rooney was complaining, but they were trying to be on their best behavior.

Rooney sighs, happy to have found some food, which would give them an excuse not to talk to people. Hiding in a corner out of sight, Rooney dips a strawberry into the chocolate fondue, taking a bite. Damn, that chocolate tasted good. (Although, they preferred the spicy kind that Yorinobu would bring back from occasional business trips. Rooney could never get enough of that stuff.) “Enjoying yourself?” Yorinobu asks, wrapping an arm around their waist as he pulls them into his side. Where had he come from? He eyes their plate, a mischievous smile on his face. Swallowing, they put down the half-eaten strawberry. What was he up to now? “Chocolate…maybe you could give me a taste.”

They freeze, narrowing their eyes suspiciously. “Yeah…,” Rooney responds, reaching for an uneaten strawberry on their plate.

Yorinobu grabs their wrist. “I asked you to give me a taste.”     

He lets go of their wrist, Rooney deciding to play along against their better judgment. Scooping some chocolate onto their index finger, they hold it out for him. Yorinobu takes their hand, bringing their finger up to his mouth. Sucking on their finger, his tongue swirls around their finger. His eyes never leave their eyes as Rooney’s mouth drops slightly in surprise. Their mind races with thoughts of where his mouth could be put to better use.

With a pop, Yorinobu pulls their finger from his mouth. “Delicious. Do you think I could have another taste? Or perhaps I could give you a taste of something else?” Their mouth drops further at the innuendo, the wheels in their mind spinning uselessly as they try to respond.

“Yorinobu-sama!” He looks over his shoulder, glaring at the person who called his name.

“I need to go,” Yorinobu whispers into their ear, “I hope that distracts you when talking to others.” He releases them, leaving Rooney alone as they try to process what the hell just happened.

—

Entering the fresh night air, Rooney breathes deeply, finding a secluded spot on the balcony, somewhere they could clear their head quietly. Yorinobu occupies their thoughts, their cheeks warming up again. What was he doing tonight? The couple both liked to flirt with each other, but Yorinobu seems desperate to prove something tonight. What it was, Rooney was unsure.

The door to the balcony opens, the sound of the party floating towards them. Turning around, Rooney jumps up on the railing, sitting on it as Yorinobu approaches them with a smile. “I thought I saw you come out here.” Anticipation rises in their chest as Rooney tucks a strand of dark red hair behind their ear.

“Just needed a breather.”

“Is that all?” He asks, his hands resting on their thighs.

Rooney nods. “Yeah,” they let out a sigh, “I have a lot on my mind right now.”

“What would that be?”

“Work. You know how I am.”

 “Anything else?” You, Rooney wants to answer, but they have a feeling that is the answer that Yorinobu is fishing for. Yet, they will not say anything until they get an answer. “If work is the only thing on your mind, I need to try harder.”

“What’s that suppo-?” He kisses them hungrily, pushing apart their legs. Yorinobu presses himself flush against Rooney, his hand coming to their waist steadying them. They wrap their legs around him tightly, eagerly returning the kiss. He tastes like the bubbly champagne served at the party with hints of chocolate. He feels so sturdy against them, so good against them. They grip onto his coat, intoxicated from his kiss. He sucks on their bottom lip, Rooney opening their mouth and allowing his tongue entrance. Rooney loses themself in the moment, the rest of the world disappearing around them. All that matters is Yorinobu. All they want is him.

He breaks the kiss, Rooney whining in disappointment. Before they can pull him back in for another kiss, Yorinobu asks, “Am I distracting enough?”

All of a sudden it clicks in Rooney’s mind. Was this really about last night? “Yori, you know I didn’t mean it that way.”

“I know. I wanted to prove I could be too distracting, even for you.”

They laugh, shaking their head. He is so dorky, but Rooney loves that about him. Giving him a seductive smile, they lean up, mouth near his ear, teasing, “I think I need to drag you home. What was it you said? My restraint isn’t infinite.”

He shivers, excitement in his eyes as Rooney lets him go. Yorinobu helps them off the railing, grabbing their metal hand as soon as their feet touch the ground. He drags them behind him, racing for the AV. Oh, Rooney is looking forward to this.

—

Rooney and Yorinobu stumble out of the AV, hair disheveled and clothes slightly messed. Yorinobu’s maroon shirt is half untucked, while Rooney’s waistcoat had been unbuttoned during the ride. Neither could keep their hands off each other, Rooney diving on Yorinobu the moment the AV door closed. Hand in hand, the pair run down the stairs, from the AV landing pad, towards their apartment. The door slides open, Rooney pulling Yorinobu inside. Yorinobu lets go of their hand, grabbing their waist and spinning Rooney to face him. He kisses them again, Rooney wrapping their arms around his neck. He pushes them up against the wall, forcing his knee between their legs. A soft cry escapes their throat, Yorinobu placing greedy kisses on their neck. It drives them mad, Rooney tilting their head back, letting out a desperate, whine.

“Yori,” they plead, overstimulated, “Need you, please.” Rooney’s head swirls, need and desire clouding out any rational thought. All they can think about is Yorinobu underneath them, breathless, sweaty, and hungry for more. It’s what he deserves for torturing them all night.

He hungrily kisses them, smirking into the kiss as they move away from the wall. Yorinobu breaks the kiss, scooping Rooney up into his arms as they let out a surprised yelp. He carries them to the shared bed, dropping Rooney onto the cream-colored comforter. The bed is soft beneath them as they prop themself up onto their elbows, kicking off their shoes. Yorinobu tosses off his coat, taking his shoes off, before leaning down to capture their lips. The couple fall into each other, Rooney landing on their back. He kisses them deeply, giving Rooney the opportune moment to strike. They roll him over, straddling Yorinobu as he lays on his back, breathless, staring up at Rooney with a mixture of surprise, desire, and excitement.

“I think,” They say, casually tossing off their white suit jacket and black waistcoat, “Someone needs to be taught a lesson for being a tease.” They roll up their sleeves of the button-up slowly before moving to their tie. As they loosen their tie, Rooney catches Yorinobu watching their hands closely, vibrating with anticipation beneath them. Taking their time, Rooney gently tugs on their tie, Yorinobu inhaling a sharp breath. Pulling their tie from their neck, Rooney wraps an end around each of their hands, stretching the tie tautly in front of him. They don’t miss the quiet whine that escapes from Yorinobu, the soft bob of his Adam’s apple. “I remember a certain distraction mentioning my tie earlier….”

“I wanted to tie you up with it,” Yorinobu grins cheekily.

“I think you deserve to be tied up,” They get off him, motioning with their head, “Sit up and put your hands behind your back.”

He quickly complies, sitting up on the end of the bed, hands behind his back. Yorinobu looks over his shoulder at them, eager anticipation written his face. They come to him, reaching for his hands. “If this is too tight or if it starts to hurt,” Rooney starts as they tie his hands together, “Let me know.”

Yorinobu tests the finished knot. “I am fine, and-,” He bats his eyelashes at them, “I know to use our safeword.” Normandy. It wasn’t that Yorinobu or Rooney were into anything extreme, but Rooney liked having one word that either could use in case things got too much even in the tamest of situations.

“Good.” They move, straddling Yorinobu once more, kissing him roughly. Rooney grinds down on his forming erection, Yorinobu groaning as his hips jerk upwards in excitement. They place kisses along his jawline, the faint stubble of a five o’clock shadow tickling their lips. As they move to his throat, Rooney hears his breath catch, trembling beneath them. They kiss along the silver decorative chrome like they’re following a river toward the ocean. Rooney loves his silver chrome, having told him before. They love the way it glints in the sunlight, especially in the soft golden glow of the morning sunlight. It makes him look ethereal, just like it does now in the soft glow of their shared bedroom. When they reach the base of his throat, where it meets his collarbone, Rooney playfully nips him. Yorinobu gasps, his hips jerking upwards again in surprise.

 Rooney’s hand comes to his shirt, undoing the maroon shirt with practiced ease. Yorinobu squirms beneath them, always too damn impatient. Too bad for Yorinobu, Rooney plans to take their time. Perhaps, he will consider this the next time he plans to drive them mad. Rooney pushes his shirt off his chest, sliding down to his elbows. Yorinobu watches them with eager eyes, swallowing hard as Rooney gets off him.

They kneel in front of him, hands on his thighs. Teasing him, Rooney gently rubs his thighs, touch featherlight as his pupils widen. Eventually, they slowly push his thighs apart, coming closer to him. Rooney gets up on one knee, resuming kissing his collarbone. They trail kisses down his chest, paying special attention to any scars, like the small scar on his left side. Left from a stab wound by a Katana in a fight with an Arasaka operative during his time with the Steel Dragons, Rooney presses a soft kiss to the scar, Yorinobu letting out a contented sigh.  

“I love you,” They say, into the soft skin of his abdomen.

“I love you too,” Yorinobu replies, voice heady with pleasure.

They continue downward, getting back on both of their knees, Yorinobu shivering with anticipation. As they get closer to his belt, a dark trail of fuzz on his torso leading downwards, Yorinobu begs, “Please, Rooney, please.”

“All in good time, Yori.” Reaching his belt, as Rooney unbuckles it, he shudders, trying to bite back a moan that eventually escapes. They unzip his pants, pulling his cock free of his boxer briefs and pants. He’s hard already, precum leaking, as Rooney reaches out for him. Yorinobu watches in anticipation, eyes wide, breathing heavily as they take him in their hand. Gently running their thumb over the head, Rooney watches with a smirk as he moans with heady pleasure. They stroke him, Yorinobu trembling with desire. He reacts so well to their touch, a warm feeling coming over Rooney, hunger coursing through them.

Leaning down, they press a kiss to the tip of his cock. “Oh, Rooney…,” the words fall from his lips as they run their tongue slowly up the slit. Rooney takes him into their mouth, swirling their tongue around. With him still in their hand, Rooney sets a lazy pace, fucking with him. Bobbing their head up and down, Rooney strokes him, Yorinobu feeling like putty in their hands. He is lost in the pleasure of their mouth. “Fuck, you feel so good,” He pants as they continue their ministration. His hips gently move in time with their mouth, a restrained motion, careful not to hurt Rooney. Most people assume they’re made of steel, considering the way they take punches, but not Yorinobu. He’s always seen that tender side, always treating Rooney with the softness that the rest of life doesn’t provide. “Faster please…” He begs.

 Instead, they slow their pace down to a crawl, taking an agonizing amount of time with their actions. Although, Rooney knows they are fucking with themself as well, needing him so goddamn badly. “Normandy!”

Rooney immediately stops, pulling their mouth off his cock as they let go, wiping at their mouth. “Yori, are you okay,” They ask, getting up and frantically untying him, “I’m so sorry I-.”

“Don’t apologize,” He rasps, grabbing the collar of their shirt, pulling Rooney in for a rough kiss, their lips crushing against his. When the two pull away, both breathless, he rests his forehead against Rooney’s. “I need you. You take too long.”

They sigh in relief, happy to not have hurt him. “I thought I was teaching you a lesson for being so distracting,” Rooney laughs, as he pulls off his shirt.

“Lesson over,” Yorinobu growls, kissing them roughly again. As he kisses them again, his hands come to their button-up, practically ripping the gold buttons off.

“Careful,” Rooney snarks, “That’s my good shirt.”

“I will buy you more,” He says, pulling their shirt off. “I will even buy some to rip off you.” His hands undo the clasp of their bra, pulling it off.

“Deal.” His hands go down to their pants, hands shaking as he hurriedly unpops the button and unzips their slacks. They allow him to pull them out of their black slacks and boy shorts. Once free, Rooney helps him out of his slacks and boxer briefs, leaving them both in the nude. Yorinobu lightly pushes them back down onto the bed, their dark red hair fanning around them like a halo. He leans over them, one hand propping him up as his other hand trails their thigh. Rooney glances down, his hand trailing closer and closer. They swallow in anticipation, meeting his eyes and holding his stare as he slides a finger in, letting out a soft sigh. Yorinobu breaks the staring game, his eyes wandering over their body as he pumps a finger inside them, decorated with the scars of hard-fought battles that almost killed them. Self-consciousness washes over them, Rooney looking away.

“Rooney, look at me.” They meet his eyes again, as he slides another finger in. It feels good, a pleasurable warmth spreading over them. “You are gorgeous. Allow me to appreciate you.” Rooney fights the urge to cover their face, his corny words working all too well on them. He smirks as their cheeks heat up, increasing his pace. “I think you must have been thinking of me all night.”

They nod, their throat tight, need pooling within them. “I lied,” Rooney rocks against his hand, desperate for him, “It wasn’t work, it was you-.”

Yorinobu swears, sliding his fingers out of them. Rooney lets out a needy whine, propping themself up. He scoots backward, sitting against the headboard with some pillows behind him. He takes his glasses off, placing them on the side table. “On my lap,” Yorinobu commands, motioning for Rooney to come over. Rooney doesn’t waste time, following his order immediately. They hover over his lap, gently taking his cock and holding it in place. His hands grip their hips, fingers digging in. Rooney loves that Yorinobu is holding them like he won’t let go of them.

Slowly, Rooney sinks down onto him, a guttural groan escaping from him. Yorinobu feels so good, so damn fucking good. Rooney loves the way he feels inside them, how he fills them. He helps them, pulling Rooney down until he is buried within them. A shudder runs through them, breath catching in their throat. Finally seated in his lap, one of Yorinobu’s hands brushes away a dark strand of red hair from their face. “How do you feel?”

“Amazing.” And fucking ready.

“Good.” He cups their face, his right hand still on their hip as he kisses Rooney roughly. They wrap their arms around his neck as Yorinobu rolls his hips, Rooney letting out a breathy moan. Rooney feels dizzy with ecstasy, head swimming with only thoughts of Yorinobu. They rise only to sink back down on his cock repeatedly. Their thighs burn, Rooney enjoying how intense every second of this feels. Their breasts bouncing up and down, rubbing against his sweaty chest, the friction setting their nerves on fire. Yorinobu’s kisses grow sloppy, his hand leaving their face. His hand trails downward, eventually reaching their clit. He rubs their clit, Rooney hungrily mewling.

Rooney’s fingers weave his short, onyx-black hair, scratching their nails over his scalp. He gasps into the kiss, earning Rooney a husky groan. They nip at his bottom lip, his lips parting for them. Rooney tugs his short hair, Yorinobu sharply thrusting upward, rewarded with a keening cry from Rooney. “More,” Rooney begs, desperately, “More please.”

Yorinobu’s thrusts grow more intense, a steady rhythm as Rooney rides him. Up and down. Up and down, his cock sinking into them. Again and again. And again. All Rooney thinks is how they want more, so much more. They’re so greedy for him for all of him, especially as he cries their name like a chant. Rooney feels breathless, a warm fire pooling low in their abdomen. Their eyes water, tears of pleasure burning in the corner of their eyes. Yorinobu’s lips come to their neck, Rooney tilting their head to allow him better access. “Yori,” They mewl his name like a prayer, walls tightening around him.

What was once a steady rhythm in unison becomes disorganized, Rooney and Yorinobu hurtling towards the edge.  Rooney can’t hold it anymore, ready to let go. They snap, crying his name as they ride him into their orgasm. For a moment, their vision goes black, ecstasy coursing through their body.

Yorinobu isn’t far behind. A few thrusts later, his hips sputter as he buries himself fully into Rooney, spilling inside. He cries their name into their ear, sounding so goddamn good to Rooney. Breathless, he buries his face in the crook of their neck, needing a moment to collect himself. “Yori,” They run their fingers through his hair, “You know I didn’t mean to make you feel undesired last night, right?”

He nods, lifting his head to look Rooney in the eyes. “You did not. I know what your work means to you,” Yorinobu cups their face with his hand, thumb caressing their cheek, “I would never interfere with that, but-.”

Rooney doesn’t think they are going to like the next words out of his mouth.

“I do enjoy teasing you. I will have to distract you more.” Rooney groans, affectionately rolling their eyes as he laughs. Yorinobu is lucky that Rooney loves him. And they’re lucky that he loves them too.   

[sso-montana]

Disco Night ҉( ‘ ω ’ )/҉

they're going to Fort Pinta Disco with Linda and Justin ( ˙꒳​˙ ) (it's a double date (Montana and Justin don't realize they're on a date together))

Lucy belongs to @mistfallenjoyer transparent version under the cut ^^

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if the volt protoframe ain't dressed like this then i don't want him 😤