#i'm sure he'll get in... eventually ;)

[youwontbelievethethingsiveread]

Tell me Holden is feeling bad and broken and needs to work through some things without telling me so

[energeticpoltergeist]

Part 1: Mad King's War

Prologue: Diverged History(pages 11-16)

[justali-anne]

Sans likes bubble baths, but not in the way that you'd expect.

[sskk-manifesto]

!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[weloveakechi]

As Dreamers Do Chapter 5

Hello everyone! I'm posting on Friday again because tomorrow is also super booked. So here's chapter 5 of As Dreamers Do.

This time Ryuji is in the mix and Akechi finally gets to hear all about what's been happening over at Shujin! I hope you all enjoy!

Previous Chapter | Chapter 1 | AO3

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Goro has been waiting almost twenty minutes now, a full fifteen past their agreed meeting time. A small part of him almost wishes he’s being stood up. Being stationary so long has tempted his eyes to droop, and allowed exhaustion to find its way across his shoulders again. He’s considering texting Kurusu that the meeting is off and leaving when he hears a voice.

“There you are!” The boy in question skids to a halt beside Goro at the front of the café. 

Another teenager arrives on Kurusu’s heels, his Shujin jacket open to reveal a very non-uniform yellow t-shirt beneath it. Goro takes it as yet another sign to just how well this conversation is about to go.

His mask of perfection is already in place, smile friendly, eyes as open and honest as he can make them. Sure he’s exhausted, but he needs this conversation to work, to convince them both to put their full trust in him. 

The boy gives Goro an appraising eye, brows furrowing, “Is this the guy?” 

Kurusu motions towards Goro, “This is Goro Akechi. Akechi, this is Ryuji Sakamoto.” 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Goro holds out a hand, “Kurusu tells me you both entered the Metaverse the other day.”

Sakamoto’s handshake is almost wild, shaking his arm with fervor and a wide grin, “Yeah! Until this guy said he’d been somewhere like it, I thought we were dreaming!” 

Goro’s smile feels tight as he frees his hand, “That’s understandable. I also had a hard time wrapping my head around the Metaverse the first time I entered.”

Sakamoto crosses his arm and nods, like this is the most normal conversation in the world, “Oh yeah? How many times have you been in the Metaverse, Akechi? The way Akira talks, it’s like you’ve been there a while.”

Akira? Sakamoto makes friends rather quickly it seems. What a shocking lack of formalities, one that does not bode well for Goro’s desire to control this small group of Metaverse adventurers. At the very least he’s decided to stick with Akechi for now.  

“Just a few, though I learn quickly.” Goro’s not willing to give a firm answer, lest he give away too much, “However, I try to only go when I need to, it can be dangerous, especially alone.” 

“To change hearts, yeah?” 

He frowns, “No. I don’t—is that what you believe Kurusu and I did the other day?” 

“Isn’t it?” Kurusu’s question comes as a challenge, as he turns to look at him. 

“You guys totally did!” Sakamoto cheers, eyes alight, “That guy went off and confessed his crimes and everything!” 

Frustration builds against Goro’s chest, this is not how he wanted this to go, “It was not my intention to change him. I wanted information so I could speak with him here, in reality.” He emphasizes the last words, hoping to make his point as clear as he can.

Sakamoto’s grin stays in place, head tilting back in triumph, “And change his heart! That’s what you did either way.” 

“No.” The word snaps out of him too quickly to take back, but Goro almost doesn’t care, “For one, we don’t even know if that is what actually happened, he could have simply already been planning to admit his crimes anyway. Beyond that, changing someone’s cognition or heart or whatever you might name it as, is wrong if they have no say in the matter.” 

The hypocrisy of his own statements isn’t lost on him. What is Call of Chaos if not a way to change a person? Rather than convincing them through words or guilt or whatever Kurusu had done to the engineer, Loki shreds those inhibitions, altering their minds all the same.

But that is different. 

His reasons are different. 

“Is it?” Kurusu gives him a strange look, “Isn’t stopping the bad guys the job of a detective?” 

Goro tightens his hold on his briefcase, “That is why I wanted to gather information. It is only fair to give someone an opportunity at repentance in reality.” 

Gray eyes sharpen to gunmetal, “And if they refuse?” 

He doesn’t hesitate, “Then that is what the law is for.” 

“What about when the law won’t do anything?” Sakamoto bursts in, watering the tension between Goro and Kurusu in an instant, “Kamoshida’s got the whole damn school under his thumb with no one willing to report him!”

“Kamoshida?” Goro frowns.

“Shujin’s dirtbag of a volleyball coach.” Sakamoto explains like Goro should know this already, all exasperation and energy as he stomps his foot, “He’s been abusing students all because he’s some hotshot gold medalist who’s gotten the school to win a few matches. We tried all day to get people to talk. Ain’t no one gonna do anything to stop him, so we should!” 

“How do you know he’s abusing students?” Goro asks. 

“It’s obvious!” Sakamoto practically shouts, arms flying up into the air.

Kurusu places a hand on his friend’s shoulder to calm him. Sakamoto’s shoulders are shaking, arms dropping so his hands can curl into fists by his side. It’s clear he cares a lot, and is far more invested than a non-volleyball player should be. Goro would put money on him having a personal connection with Kamoshida as well. 

“It sounds like you have much to tell me. Why don’t we head inside? We are rather conspicuous simply standing around here.”

All too soon they’re seated at a comfortable table by a window so they can look out at the street. It’s a cute café, if the opposite of Leblanc in every way. Where Leblanc is warm and cozy, this café is modern and brightly lit. Pastel colors and plants decorate the interior, with boxy sharp edges to the paint designs to make everything feel as new as the place is. Baskets cover lights for shade, while macramé plant holders loop across the ceiling in little arcs with vines hanging from them. Even the menus have a handmade feeling, the paper rough and thicker than normal, pages stitched into the covers with large visible thread. 

It’s not the kind of place Goro would go to personally, but it is perfect for his blog. He can see why Sato suggested it. Chic and new enough he’s sure to get a ton of traction on any number of posts featured here, he might even be able to tag Kato-chan in it and double up on likes. 

His blog, like each other part of his public persona, is more work than something he enjoys. He’s become adept at taking photos of food, and perfecting the art of a selfie taken with a crepe or coffee topped with far more whipped cream than he really enjoys. The work makes the food a little boring, and strips the fun of trying a new place, but he shoulders it like he does everything else in his life. He’ll put up with just about anything if it will get him closer to his goal. 

Still, it’s novel to go somewhere with companions and he finds himself almost looking forward to the meal, even if Kurusu does give him an odd look when he places his order for pancakes. When trying somewhere for his blog, Goro likes to start with those, or something similar at these types of restaurants, they make for excellent photos, no matter that he’d rather have something savory over sweet. 

Their food arrives quickly, leaving them little time to talk beyond pleasantries. The scent of vanilla and maple drift up to Goro off his pancakes, while a mix of scents come from the other two plates. Goro casts a glance at Kurusu’s crepes, and Sakamoto’s outrageously large sandwich. Everything looks incredible. 

Goro pulls out his phone and snaps a few photos of his own dish, the whipped topping and strawberries delightfully quaint atop the stack of fluffy pancakes. He drizzles some syrup over them and snaps a few more photos. After a second, he decides against selfies this time. Best not to give up the fact that he’d come here with other people. 

“Huh.” Comes from Sakamoto, “Didn’t take you for a foodie, Akechi.”

Goro shrugs, giving him a not quite sheepish smile, “I run a food blog. It’s quite popular, especially with young people in the area. They frequently turn out to places I rate highly, and owners always seem grateful. If you are interested, I’d be happy to tell you about it.”

He desperately hopes Sakamoto has zero interest in the blog. 

Just as Sakamoto is making a face and saying, “I’ll pass.” Kurusu pipes up, not even bothering to hide the mischief in his eyes. 

“Tell me everything .” 

The others are well into their meals by the time Kurusu seems satisfied with Goro’s description of the blog. And he’d better be. He’d grilled him without mercy over its contents, why he’d started it, follower numbers, and even his favorite post. He’s about sixty percent sure Kurusu doesn’t give a damn about the blog itself, it’s picking on him and watching him talk that he seems to be enjoying. 

Goro’s pancakes are soggy and not anywhere near warm, barely touched as he’d been stuck talking all this time. It’s a shame, but if the cafe is any good they’ll still be tasty. 

“Now then.” He gives Kurusu a pointed look, “I’d appreciate it if you all caught me up on the past few days.” 

He is at last allowed to eat as Kurusu and Sakamoto alternate in telling the story. They describe Kamoshida in detail and through the sheer force of dumb luck they both ended up in a Palace at the school. Kurusu takes over in describing their capture by the guards, and his own Persona awakening. And then meeting another Persona user. And how Sakamoto awakened his own. 

Goro thinks he might scream. His tally of Persona users beyond himself has instantly gone from none to three in a week. 

What is Kurusu? A Persona magnet or something? 

“You could always kill them and be done with this charade.” Loki suggests, because of course that would be his answer.

Goro ignores it, he can’t kill them. It’s a simple solution yes, but by far the messiest. He’s not going to start taking out unsanctioned hits on teenagers, there’d be no good way to explain it to Shido. Not without making him furious if he ever found out. Why kill Persona users when you can use them, after all?

All he needs to do is make sure they don’t fuck everything up before he can get his revenge. After that, he doesn’t care what they want to do, or how they might try to get themselves killed in the Metaverse. Until then, he has to keep them off Shido’s radar, and keep them from finding out his own secret as he traverses the Metaverse digging up blackmail, driving people mad, and occasionally acting as an actual hitman. 

Loki tries again, “They’ll only make everything more difficult.”

Robin, as always, is the voice of reason, “They could be useful. It’s too soon to know.”  

The explanation is winding down and Goro decides to finish it for them, “And today you asked around at the school?” 

Sakamoto’s grip on his cup tightens, “That bastard Kamoshida has them all too scared to say anything.” He tsks, the sound irritated, “Or too in awe of his hyped up importance.” 

Goro gently pushes his own empty dish forward before he steeples his fingers, elbows resting on the table, “I realize you are eager to stop this man, and I can understand why. However, I would like to propose a solution, if you are amenable to it.”  

“What do you have in mind?” Kurusu asks. 

“I would like to look into him myself before you all attempt to change him with the Metaverse. If he is as evil as you say, and causing such harm, there will be evidence I can use to bring him to justice.”

“What for?” Sakamoto asks, taking a long sip of his soda, “‘s not like you can do anything about it.” 

“I am a detective.” Goro’s actually offended, “And I work with the police. Given time, I can surely help you all with this.” 

“Akira!” Sakamoto turns on his friend, “What didn’t you tell me he was with the cops?” 

“I did.” Kurusu deadpans, and shoots him a look over his glasses, “Or did you think detective meant something else when we discussed what he does in the Metaverse?” 

Sakamoto scowls, kicking back in his chair, Goro would put money on him toppling over sooner rather than later, “I dunno. So far no one’s done anything. Even with a detective looking into things, what good’s it gonna do if Kamoshida’s got the cops in his pocket too?” 

Goro bristles, “Well I am not in his pocket. I would appreciate it if you didn’t insinuate that I am.” 

The chair hits the floor as Sakamoto straightens, hands going up, “Sorry man.” His gaze drifts away, hand going to rub the back of his neck, “It’s just these adults . They always seem to get their way, no matter what.” 

That , Goro can understand. 

“So you’ll help?” Kurusu asks, eyes wide and searching, “Either with the law or in the Metaverse?” 

Goro nods, “Yes, though you are aware of my preference regarding that.”

Kurusu holds out a hand over the table, “Shake on it?” He grins, like he’s managed to get Goro to step into a trap he has yet to decipher. 

Still, he reaches out and takes Kurusu’s hand in his own. 

A feeling of warmth stirs in his chest, accompanied by voice that echoes in his mind, female and familiar for some reason:

I am thou, thou art I

Thou has acquired a new vow.

It shall become the wings of rebellion 

that breaketh thy chains of captivity. 

With the birth of the Aeon Persona, 

I have obtained the winds of blessing that shall 

lead to freedom and new power. 

Inside him those words solidify, instinctively he understands this is Aeon, the Persona or whatever represents it. The relationship between himself and Kurusu, formed into a solid tangible bond that rests within him, a link in a chain. Like he could reach out and touch it somehow.

At it, Loki and Robin seem to shudder, and Goro can almost assume they've gotten a little stronger. Which is strange. Nothing in reality has ever impacted his Personas like this before. Until now, their only interaction with reality has been to give out terrible advice and judge his mistakes. 

As the weight warms his chest, it feels like a part of Goro that has been missing for a long time slots into place. Like that bond, out of everything, was something he was waiting for without realizing it. 

He can’t help but wonder though, at the way Kurusu’s eyes widen incrementally in that same moment. 

Had he felt it too?

What does it even mean?

[pagesofkenna]

trying to get Astarion's approval up be like 'hey I need you to stay at camp for a while, no I'm about to be nice to someone you're gonna hate it'

[izzy-b-hands]

Putting on last year's trans rigs stream from Drawfee before i have to get ready to go out with my mum and her bf today (bc i have the worst feeling in my gut he's gonna make that An Thing for me if given the chance today, aka whenever i eventually need the restroom while we're at Mystic)

[manny-jacinto]

Austin Butler seems like a sweet guy but this is Colin’s award besides he’s still young he’ll have plenty of chances

i totally agree. it's funny because i'm usually team "you need to give an award for the performance" vs. "you need to give the award for their contribution for the world of cinema" (ex: leo in the revenant, i was so pissed he won for that) but this year i am full "you need to give it someone who's been there for 30 years" and someone who was apparently less good in their performance vkjfdnvkjndbknj

like apparently c@te was better than michelle in tar but idc. michelle needs to win it because it's a lifetime opportunity for an asian actress. her role in EEAAO one once in a lifetime and she's an inspiration to asian people so she needs to win. same for colin, he deserves it because he prob one of the best redemption arc in hollywood lmaoooo

[rifleseye]

Expectations & the Pressure to Perform

Perceptor’s seen as the Autobots’ greatest mind, this isn’t an exaggeration, this is stated within canon. However, something that’s not necessarily explored is how that must put a lot of pressure on him. He seems to bear it with ease and with grace but I honestly think that’s because his love of science normally outweighs expectations put on him.

The truth is that the expectations others place upon him only exacerbates the expectations and pressure to perform he places upon himself. Others pushing this narrative that he can solve anything, I mean he’s Perceptor, of course he can, means that he often feels obligated to meet those expectations and even more so: Outperform them.

He’s less treated as a person as he is treated as his title and accomplishments, which paradoxically is the very thing the war started for standing against. So here he is, where everyone’s pigeon-holed him into this image that’s been made of him and when he acts out of the Expected Norm it’s seen as this almost betrayal (i.e. Ratchet and Blaster’s reactions to when he became a sniper.)

When he became a Wrecker I’d imagine he had one week of this just... fleeting feeling of freedom until he saw how deeply ingrained those expectations of him are. Which, at the end of the day, is part of the reason he went on the Lost Light. There’s only 200 people to have any set expectations of him, as opposed to an Entire World (And with Kimia’s fall, since he was so high up in the Scientific Community, there would’ve been a lot of pressure he’d place on himself to help rebuild.)

So you go on this ship where you can use the space and time to reignite your love of science and there’s a jet in front of you, who’s making it into a competition when it never was supposed to be. And it’s no wonder he seems annoyed all the time.

How he copes with this is by taking on too many jobs, because at least in that way, if he outperforms, then maybe... just maybe that weight will lighten.

(It won’t.)

[mewomanjericao]

Yeah guys my pc is cooked,,,, my plans of spending the new year's eve playing dsaf and dialtown are out the window 😞

Unless steam decides it magically wants to run dialtown on windows 7 and i magically make space to download at least one of the games. Please,,,,,,,, computer do a Christmas Miracle™

[suiana]

yandere! golden boy who is your loving boyfriend and... surprisingly loves listening to you talk about your interests! yes darling, talk about your games and novels and silly plushies! he loves seeing how interested you can get about things you're passionate about and it just makes him feel so warm on the inside.

you might even go as far to say he ENCOURAGES your interests. buying you plushies, taking you to exhibitions/places you want... you don't even have to ask, just one look with your eyes and he's taking out his card. yeah, it doesn't matter if you have an unhealthy attachment to that fat cat pusheen or whatever. you seem to really like it so he's buying that 400 dollar plushie for you.

on the same note... he can't help but get jealous when you're gushing over attractive fictional characters. SPECIFICALLY that ONE dude that you seem to have EVERYWHERE. on the wall, on your phone cover, lock screen, profile picture, fuck, even on your bed as a plushie! and all he gets is a meager nickname on his contact?!

"sweetie, must you... really have all these... THINGs of HIM?"

"he's my first husband, you're my second. of course i have merch of him. plus I'm not gonna just throw all these away, i spent big money on these ya know 💀"

he knows it's petty! he knows that it's just a fictional character and that he shouldn't be jealous but dude! you don't even have him in your wallet! it's that freaking guy!

so he does what evey sane boyfriend does and replaces some (not all just some!) of your merchandise with pictures of him and you. how adorable, right?

no.

"bro where is the portrait of my MAN🤬🤬🤬"

"i replaced it with a nice picture of us together darling☺️ look at how cute-"

oh. and you...you just put another photo of that guy again... oh... and you're ranting on reddit/instagram about how he's being mean... you also removed him from your close friends list... oh you... you also decided to kick him off the bed and onto the sofa... oh...

well no biggie! he has lots of patience and he will sneak in his presence into your stuff. he's determined.

"best friend I'm going to need you to cosplay as my favorite character please ☺️"

damn!

why didn't he think of that sooner? if you can't win the normal way, you should do it another way, right? he can just get you to see how much better he is and you'll eventually replace that fictional man for HIM!

...

yeah, that didn't work out as planned. now you're even more in love with that character and you're asking him to cosplay every other day. erm... at least.. your wallpaper is a picture of him cosplaying the character??? he'll take what he can get.

"lol best friend, did you see that video i sent you. it's so stupid."

"for the last time, sweetie. we're dating, call me boyfriend. and which one? I can't watch every single one of the 99+ reels you send me."

"a real best friend would watch them all..."

being with you has singlehandedly changed this man. for the worse or for the better, he doesn't know. but what he does know is that you DON'T know how to dress.

"sweetie, no. you can't just go out in a shirt and shorts! you look like adam sandler!"

"clothes are clothes 🤬"

at least he has a fun time dressing you up. you're like, his cute little rat! his very own personal dress up rat! oh how he wants to just keep you in his pocket and pick out pretty clothes for you, making you look like the cutest thing ever! sure you might take them off and just wear what you want but... at least he's got the photos and the sight of you in a pretty outfit ingrained into the folds of his brain already ☺️ and he'll take every chance he can get to put you into another pretty outfit again. that i assure you.

he... has ALSO found out that you are living on instant noodles, sandwiches, and the occasional takeout. you don't even open the curtains! how can you see in such a dark home? and why are you sleeping until midday?! dear oh dear. you really are a rat, huh?

"darling get up! it's 12 in the afternoon already!"

"i slept at 3 just let me sleep more..."

that simply won't do. he will not be allowing you to lead such a horrid lifestyle! not if he can help it! especially because... well, he's also your boss. from part 1, remember! yeah, you guys didn't break up at the end haha! you were just joking, obviously! not like you'll ever be able to break up. it's in the contract, silly.

"come on, get up. you need to have a healthy lifestyle. I've already gotten my personal chef to cook up a healthy meal for you."

"who's gonna stop me from living like this? you? 😂😂😂"

"yes, me. in our contract, remember? i will be responsible for your health from now till we die."

don't worry. he'll be by your side every step of the way. and hey, who knows? maybe you can even teach him a thing or two about gaming or something else you like! he's open to learning about the things you like.

and he won't even have to worry about you finding another REAL person to like because... well, let's just say you don't even like going out for dinner. we'll keep it at that ☺️

[profound-bouquetbird]

i would absolutely ADORE some daisuke smut. i feel as if he'd have a praise kink...

Guess I'm writing smut now 🤷

These headcanons are mostly gender neutral but since I'm a girl its written from a female perspective, if one of you request these headcanons with a male s/o it's no big deal! I'll write it :)

Also, I will be following a nsfw alphabet list but in a crappy order 👍

Also, I did use a picture instead of a gif, sue me.

❥ Starting off with the headcanon you already mentioned: I do believe Daisuke has some sort of praise kink. He would love to get praised for doing the simplest of things, but he doesn't get a hard on every time you praise him, only if it's in a dirty context ☝️

❥ It will take a bit to get this man going. If you decide to drop subtle hints, he will get it but will ultimately think it is all in his head, so you have to be a bit straight forward most of the time. Example:

"Gosh... My head hurts." Daisuke complained, taking a seat next to you on the couch. A bright idea suddenly enters your mind as you smirk to yourself, turning to your boyfriend, Daisuke, with a suggestive look.

"I know what can cure a headache..." You stated, resting your head on his shoulder with a wide smirk. Daisuke stares at you for a moment, as if to process your words.

"... You'll grab me a painkiller?" He said after a couple moments of silence. That ultimately killed your mood as you let out a loud sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose in exhaustion.

❥ Yeah... be a bit more straight forward.

❥ As for the top or bottom dilemma, he'd be a switch leaning bottom. Why leaning bottom, you may ask? It just feels right.

❥ He can be a top if asked, but he'll still require huge amounts of praise and reassurance to make sure he's doing a good job. He prefers to have you on top so that he can feel of use, since you're the one that knows your body the best. But he does have occasional bursts of dominance where he is actually being a soft dom. Also yes, if he were to be a top he'd be a soft dom., argue w the wall.

❥ He is vocal in bed, and when I say vocal, I mean it. If he's not moaning and groaning, he's babbling nonsense into your ear. It doesn't even have to be sexy 😭. He would just be whining about work or a hard video game level while he pounds into you or when you're riding him.

"Swansea was... mhn- so rude today." Daisuke panted, gripping onto your hips tightly as you bounced up and down.

"Tell me more, Hon." You moaned above, quickening your pace as you rested your hands on his chest. He let out a couple of groans and moans before continuing to whine about how bad his day was.

❥ As for his favorite position? Doggy. He's a simple man. Hitting it from the back and pressing up against you from above while biting onto your shoulder to suppress his moans? What more could a man want.

❥ Even though he's not often in that position, it's still one of his favorites. He probably suggested to do positions you haven't done before just to see if they feel good or bad for you two. As I mentioned, he's eager to please and wants what makes you feel best.

❥ Stamina? Average. He could go two to three rounds without a problem, but after the third he'll feel overstimulated and tired. If you're still energetic and want more, he'll eat you out/suck you off until you're satisfied.

❥ What about aftercare? The king of aftercare... in his own special way. He would continuously ask you what you need, what you want, what he should do, is he hurting you? He's sorry if he is. Meanwhile you're lying there, barely able to comprehend his words from how fast he is speaking. After a while you two eventually get into a routine and he doesn't bombard you with questions as often.

❥ What about experience? He has had a couple of girlfriends before he met you, but it only led to make out sessions, nothing more. Unless you count his own hand as experience, I wouldn't put him very high on the list.

❥ What about how they are in the moment? Serious or silly? I'd say he leans towards silly more, but he can be serious when the time calls for it. As I mentioned previously, he rants about dumb stuff and on a couple occasions you had to stop what you were doing to laugh.

❥ As for where you two have sex, it mostly stays in the bedroom. If you're on the ship, it definitely stays in the bedroom. But when you're on land/in the comfort of your own home? No surface is safe if he's horny enough.

❥ As for his kinks, he doesn't have many. As I mentioned, praise in one, but on the list also falls blindfold sex, gagging, maybe spanking, and maybe a bit of hair pulling (both his and yours).

❥ Oral? He doesn't love it, nor does he hate it. As much as he wants to please you, he prefers getting head than giving. Don't get him wrong! He enjoys giving you head too, but even he has to be selfish sometimes. He'll ask for head in the most random times too, mostly because he's messing around. But if you accept? He was serious all along! I don't know why you would think otherwise 😁.

You were just sitting in the lounge area, already being done with your chores for the day and just waiting to be given a task. Though, your boyfriend, Daisuke, also seemed to be done with his tasks, taking a seat next to you in silence.

That silence was soon broken as Daisuke leaned into your ear with a shit eating grin.

"Wanna give me head?" He asked quietly, setting back down. He just wanted to fluster you because captain Curly was also in the room. You looked back at him, completely unphased as you shrugged

"Sure." That took him by surprise, his own face turning pink instead of yours as he looked around sheepishly. He quickly, yet gently grabbed your wrist before pulling you into a more secluded area.

❥ This man is a roller-coaster when it comes to that type of stuff. He would tease you to no end, but when you actually tease back? How could you! Now he's all red and flustered >:(

❥ He's awful when it comes to taking care of himself down there. It's not like he has a jungle, but his hair is just cut weirdly, and he doesn't know how to take care of certain parts. If you offer to help him, he'll be embarrassed as hell and would initially refuse, but after a bit of convincing he would cave.

❥ He has stolen your underwear at least once to see if it gets him going, which it kind of does but he is overwhelmed with embarrassment and overall feels bad. If you're a woman, he would grab a bra to recreate those videos you see on TikTok of men pretending to be flies, He even tries to put it on for a bit.

❥ As for his pace, it again really depends. Though he can get off by being slow, he does need a bit more roughness in order to finish off properly. Not full on pounding into you until your legs go numb, bit just enough (if you suggest the prior, he wouldn't be totally opposed, but you'll have to reassure him a shit ton during it and after).

❥ He thinks extreme dirty talk is cringe, change my mind. This man cannot take you nor himself seriously while trying to talk dirty like in the movies.

"Oh- yeah? You like that? You li-" Daisuke cut himself off with a loud wheeze, immediately stopping with his thrusting as he covered his mouth to laugh to himself.

"Don't laugh-" You tried to scold, but ultimately caved and began laughing as well.

"I can't- 'm sorry--" He wheezed once more, being overwhelmed by embarrassment at his words.

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Thats all folks!

[whore-ibly-hot]

Yandere Boarding school thoughts... (Gender Neutral)

18+ Minors DNI

Warnings: Multiple yanderes, non-con touching, dub-con, perverted thoughts, obsession, bullying, masturbation, aphrodisiacs, general perversion, dry-humping, voyeurism, controlling behaviors, typical yandere stuff, breeding, drug usage, horny posting.

(AN: I have rizz-en from my grave to be horny once more. All of these guys are avaliable for requests, but will be listed under the materlist simply as Yan!Boarding School.)

Background: Thinking about a Headmasters child!Reader at a private boarding school. For a Fem!Reader, perhaps you're just visiting daddy for the season while he's running the school, or maybe you've been bad, and need more supervision. For a Masc!Reader, it could be the same case, however, with Blackmoore Academy being an all male school, this opens up the availability for reader to be attending.

Student scenarios and profiles:

◇ Harrison Spence, star member of the swim steam, basketball player, and golden boy. Despite jock stereotypes, he's respectful and mature. He always looks out for others, and this lends to why your father suggests rooming with him. Plus... if anything were to happen, your father wouldn't hate to have him as a son in law. He's SOOO friendly when he meets you. Those big strong arms are perfectly suited to lug your bags upstairs to his room. Want help putting stuff away, sure! For a Fem!Reader, he's not suprised how awkward he is when he's unzipping your suitcase, only to be met with some thin lacy garments. He just coughs and backs off. For a Masc!Reader, he wears boxers too! So why does he still feel so hot. He should open a window.

He'll make sure you fit in around campus, mostly steering you in the direction of the athletics department. He'd love to see you at some of his games, cheering him on. You seem so nice, he could really seem himself with you long term, the more he thinks about crushing on you. Besides, you already share a living space. He feels awful about how his body reacts anytime you're too close. You left a jacket behind that smells just like you? He tries not to think about the consequences of fisting his cock into it. Late night out at one of his games? Who cares if you share a dorm and your bed is literally six feet away, it's too far of a walk. Slide into his bed, he's a gentleman. At least until he wakes up the next morning, mind foggy as he instinctively moves his cock up over the waist band, putting a leaky tip against your ass as he resists the urge to press his head into your neck, opting for a pillow instead. He's so, so sorry, but he's gott a deal with it, and you just feel so good. He rationalizes it by saying he's not just some horned up guy, no. You're his roommate, HIS. And what would the Headmasters think! No, he wants a future with you, romance, not just a warm hole to rut...

"Hey, roomie! Listen, practice is running kinda late tonight, so I'm gonna grab food on the way back. Why don't you text me your order, I can bring it back. We can make a whole thing out of it, no need to pay me back! I'm thinking burgers?"

◇ Carter Matthews, student body president, scholar, and in every AP class possible. Even some dumb ones. He doesn't pay much mind to you, you ate very attractive but so is he. If he felt the need for a relationship, he could get whomever he wanted. But he hates... hates how you make the other students, even some of the faculty act. He can't help but follow you around, making sure you obey curfew, and don't get into any trouble. He likes to keep order around here, and it bothers him to have to ignore his student body presidential duties to make sure some delinquent isn't trying to slip you a spiked drink, or some jock has you under the bleachers trying to get your mouth wrapped around their tips.

Eventually, he decides you could be helpful instead of a hinderance. He's busy, may need a form of stress relief, and given babysitting you when Harrison isn't around is one of the main sources of that stress, why shouldn't you help him out. Besides, you look so cute flustered. Maybe it starts small, he tells you your uniform bottoms aren't regulation, and while he tugs them down to 'fix' them, his hands wander a bit too much, grazing the soft skin of your ass. During random room inspections, he may let his hatred of the sports program taking up all the funding by mentioning how obvious it is your roommate wants to stick it in you. Harrison can't stand him, not trusting the cold creepy gaze of the prefect. He'll force you to come to student council meetings, under the guise of assisting him with preparing for a faculty dinner to appease your father, only to get you under his desk while he writes, trying to guide you with one stern hand. He doesn't like to go too deep, not one to enjoy gagging or unnecessary sound that would distract him from working.

"Keep it down." He scolds, cold eyes peering down through blonde bangs. With a sigh, his free hand strokes your cheek. "Just suckle, alright? There'll be plenty of time after I'm done for you to make sweet noises around my cock..."

◇ Evan Reed, CAPTAIN of the swim team, and student assistant PE coach. He's used to play basketball alongside Harrison, but got kicked out for being too violent. Shoving, pushing, and going as far as knocking teeth out. He's a fucking animal. He's handsome, of not a bit of a loner. He isn't popular or unpopular, people tend to leave him alone because of that bad boy attitude and his temper, but he's always welcome to party with the jocks, welcomed into parties and known as a keg-stand king. And boy do you catch his eyes, giving that your always hanging off Harrison, or being trailed by Carter. He's more than happy to accompany you to the pool or help you out in gym class, but it's obvious what he wants. He'll get up behind you in the pool, still smelling of cigarettes as he asks mundane questions while trying to pull your swimsuit to the side and get his hands on that sweet spot between your thighs. Or maybe he'll sit on the edge of the pool, congratulate you on how good your doing, legs spread as he pulls you between them, hoping you'll end up accidentally eyeing his cock. If you are a Masc!Reader, then there's definitely some internalized homophbia. He'll make sure you know these are just normal friend activities, even when he's got you bent over in the boys locker room, ass up. He doesn't EVER plan to be the one on the bottom.

He's a player, chasing tail outside of the school, hitting on peers sisters and mom's alike. But now, he plans to keep you around, not because he necessarily feels like he wants a romantic relationship with you, but because he loooooves how pissed it makes Harrison. He never liked the goody two-shoes, and half suspects he's one of the people who pushed to get him kicked out of basketball. He likes to pick on people, but Harrison sees himself as a knight in shining armor. So it gives Evan a major power boner to make you grind up against him on the dancefloor at some preppy party, while Harrison just has to stand by and not crush his beer can. Evan knows harrison will never, ever do anything to ruin your good guy image of him. Ever.

He's pissed, punching a locker as he let's out a growl. 4-0, what the fuck is wrong with his team? How could they get fucked over so bad after weeks of missing parties for shitty practices. Luckily for him, he sees you on the sidelines, probably waiting for Harrison to walk you back to your dorm. He takes this opportunity to slide up behind you, hands on your hips as you can feel his angry erection rutting up against your ass. "You. Me. Locker room, five minutes, stall three. Be ready, underwear off and bent over or I'll take you in front of the guys who are still changing? Got it?" He departs with a harsh smack on your rear.

◇ Joseph Mick, he's in the newspaper, but it's not like he's the head or anything. He just love photography, and he's the only guy at school to have really mastered the dark room. He's known to be a little... odd. He's the youngest in you and Harrisons class, with a petite stature and thin, lanky arms. He's pale, almost gaunt, but that could be a lack of sunlight given that he spends all his time in the dark room or toiling over photo arrangement mock-ups in the journalism room. People avoid him, but he's okay with that. He's more than happy to just watch from a distance, and photography is his real branch to the world. People only talk to him or react positively if he's taking photos for the paper or the school newsletter. He actually meets you at one of Evan's swim meets, he gets good seats for being student press, and you get good seats for just being Evan's new favorite piece of ass. Your aren't even sure why you were invited, you don't even know anything about how one wins a swimming competition. But Joseph does. He's been to enough of these, and you notice, so you lean over and start asking him questions. He's shocked someone is talking to him, and not about getting a bigger feature in the yearbook. He's more than happy to help point stuff out to you, even if he had to repeat himself or stutter his way through something. He's feeling his heart flutter and his hands shake so much so he can barely hold the camera. Soon, he's watching as you walk away, wishing he could grab onto you and hang you up on his wall to admire like one of his pictures. It's only made worse when he sees a pair of masculine arms dragging you into the boys locker room.

He's a stalker, but it's not his fault! For one, he's got no idea how to approach anyone, much less someone he likes as much as you. And since he's got that reputation as a creep, if he approached you in public, Harrison would be polite but firm at shooing him away, Carter would give him a look that makes him feel like a worm beneath his well polished shoes, and Evan would beat him to the brink of death, but then pass him over to his friends. But God, if he didn't think it was worth it sometimes to just be close to you. He can only get as close to you as his high-focus lens will allow. He's got hundreds of photos of you, some taken by him, some by campus security cams, and he treats each one like the piece that's gonna get him into a top art school. He almost feels bad taking risqué shots of you. He's always following you, and he sees the ways those... those pigs are treating you. If he could stand up to them, he would. He sees (from the cameras he's slipped into your bag) the boner Harrison is always sporting when he in your presence, he even caught a glance of Harrisons late night rendezvous with your pillow. He sees the way Carter leads you through the hallways like his little secretary, lithe fingers trying to get up your uniform bottoms. Worst of all is the way he sees Evan humping you in the pool like a dog in heat, with you obviously unsure about how you feel about this. He knows he'd treat you right, if you'd ever consider being with something like him. Notice he almost feels too bad to take risqué pictures. He can't help it if a picture or two from one of his hidden cams has a bit of an upskirt, or gets a little to zoomed in on your pecs. But know that as he drums humps the table in the dark room, those copies are only so he can keep one in his room and one on his person! He'd never, ever share your sexual exploits, not like Evan would, always bragging about what he does with, or more likely to you.

Being on the newspaper staff, he's got a pretty good idea of everyone's schedules. He's more than happy to try and squeak out some words to you if he knows your many admirers are preoccupied. Trust him, he knows A LOT of good spots to share a meal privately or maybe... maybe you'd like to see the dark room? He's even got a pillow in there, a cushion he can place on a soft stool in case you ever came to visit. He hopes he could get a private photoshoot in, maybe with some silly pictures of you, or even some lewd pics, he's just happy to see his collection expand. He doesn't have a lot of money, but he's more than happy to buy you as much cheap vending machine food as you want as long as you'll spend time with him.

"Oh, shi- hey! I didn't realize you'd be stopping by here. I'm just, uh, editing some photos for the paper." You don't notice as he slyly moves a tray of pics taken outside a dorm window that looks suspiciously like yours. He thanks whoever is out there in this moment that the dark room has a sink as he keeps his right hand out of sight.

◇ Tyler Mertz and Percy 'Pez' Goldberg, two outsiders, and self proclaimed 'dudes with bad tudes'. Put into the same headcanon spot because they aren't ever seen apart. Tyler and Pez got in on scholarship, and immediately bonded because they know they don't fit in among the rich kids at Ridgemoore. Tyler got in on a scholarship to pursue culinary excellence, because if he can do one thing, it's cook. Pez was awarded a scholarship by lottery two years ago, and even though he's barely passing most of his classes and is the biggest delinquent in school, he can't be kicked out. The school made too much of a big deal about his acceptance to create some good press, the faculty are planning to just wait the problem out. Repeating a year hasn't helped with that, though. Still, they are attached at the hip. Both struggle in classes, Pez because of a shitty social life and even shittier focus, and Tyler because he's just a little slow. Still, Tyler excels in cooking, and the faculty know he's trying. There's a few ways you might come across the pair. Maybe you decided to take culinary, and got paired up with a sweet, dopey guy who turns out to be a fucking MasterChef, or maybe your a brat!reader, like I mentioned earlier, and you meet Pez in detention, where he's glad to know the schools newest troublemaker is a looker too. Most likely, you come across them when either Evan makes you tag along to buy some weed and half-priced shitty beer for a post-game party, or Carter tells you he'll personally see to it that your father tethers you to him if he sees you talking to those 'deliquents'. Either way, they're probably some of the nicest guys in the school, even though Pez likes to fight. He's not a bad guy, but the school can't seem to recognize half of the shit he does is in retaliation to someone fucking with him or his friend.

Pez will like any kind of reader, any. If you're bratty!reader, he loves having someone to run around and bust shit up with. But he'll promise to leave the statue of your father alone, if that's what you want. If you're an innocent!reader, he can't deny he'd love to ruin that good guy/girl image you have going on. Smoke a little weed, sneak out a little, let him show you a good time. He promises he won't cross any lines or do something that would really scare or upset you. He's not a bad guy, he just wants to show you there's so much stuff out there to do. Unlike Joseph, he doesn't let the fact that others think he's a freak keep him from hanging with you. He wants them to see that you like him. HIM. He thinks your adorable no matter who you are, and frankly, snuggling up on the Headmasters kid is just another act of defiance he's happy to flaunt. Eventually, he might even open up to you about his shitty home life, and the fact he's only called Pez cause' when he's high that candy is all he wants to eat.

Tyler is a huge softie. He doesn't let the thing people say about him get to him, mostly because he's a bit dense in the moment to know he's being made fun of, but also because he's okay with being alone. He's happy with who he is, a nice guy. But, that doesn't mean he doesn't love his best buddy, or mind adding you to there little group. It's just one more mouth to feed in his eyes. He'll walk you to all your classes, slinging his big arms around you and keeping you close to his side. Unlike Pez, he grew up with a pretty loving family, and they're what he misses most about being away at boarding school. Most of the money he makes selling weed with Pez goes back to his family, but they don't really know how he makes it. He comes to see you and Pez as his new little family.

With these two, there will be lots of late nights with bad movies and pizza made from scratch. Being on some rundown couch squished between to large bodies, at least one set of arms wrapped around your waist. I think they both are pretty open about telling each other about the crush they have on you, given that they are best buds. These idiots probably got super high one night, and Tyler let slip that he, quote, 'thinks he wants to put a baby in you', to which Pez replies he'd like to put something along those lines in you too. It wouldn't be hard for them to both come to terms with wanting to share you, they share everything else. They just hope you'd want both of them, Pez and Tyler can't stand the thought of making things awkward by you only wanting one of them, so they both subtly try to transition you into the roll of being their partner.

Pez would be fucking fuming when he starts realizing the things boys at school are doing to you. Whether he witnesses it himself, or you come to him and Tyler seeking comfort, he'll pound the shit out of anyone who tries to touch you like that. If you like someone else, Pez wouldn't wail on them to eliminate a rival like Evan would, but rather he hands it over to Tyler. Tyler would come up with some rumors, maybe a reason the guy isn't right for you, and why would Tyler lie? He doesn't feel great about lying, but thinking about the things guys at this school do to you, fills the sweet chefs stomach with a bitter bile.

They wouldn't outright pressure you into sex, but rather try and find ways to coerce you into requesting or initiating it. Pez has some weed laced with something, nothing too strong, but it'll make even a nun feel a little frisky. He'll lay back or rub your thigh, hoping the weed will relax you enough to come out and say what you want. Maybe an aphrodisiac or two gets slipped into a warm drink Tyler made for you. It gets you feeling all hot, but don't worry, you can stay in their room overnight and wear their clothes, so they can... make sure you're not sick or anything.

"Hey," you can feel a pair of arms wrap around you from your spot at the library table. You look up and see Pez, with Tyler now playfully laying his head on the table beside you. "Heard that shithead Evan's got an away game, so it looks like your freed up after all to spend a little time with your favorite guys." His lips are dangerously close to your ear, making you squirm. "Yeah, man, we've got a bunch of movies n' shit from the store, and I'll even make your favorite. Stay the night, it's not like we've got anywhere to be tommorow, and my beds so cold..." Tyler teases playfully, eyes wide and feigning sadness.

All these boys make it difficult to get any alone time at Ridgemoor, but the men certainly don't make it easier... (Taboo part two with the faculty coming soon, because I'm horny for Dilfs and old men with questionable dynamics with reader.)

[quantum1mmortality]

The crew & using toys on their S/O in bed please with a cherry on top??

First time writing the whole crew kinda nervous 🤭🤭 I'm not writing Swansea tho I will NOT be writing nsfw of a married man

Tw/cw; Afab!reader, winners love winning in Anyas hcs (use of the term pillow princess), jorkinit jumpscare

Not proofread

Curly

I'm actually not sure if he'd be into toys

I've literally only written for Curly so I'd say I'm a Curly expert, and I just don't think he'd be into toys

He'd use a vibrator on you every now and then, but he'd just use it to tease you and make you beg for him.

He'd probably use cock rings. I am a firm believer Curly would use cock rings. Not all the time, but if he's had a really stressful day at work, he's wanting an extra hard hitting orgasm.

Omg not a toy but APHRODISIACS!!! This man would go crazy for some aphrodisiacs, whether he's taking it or you are.

Now I wanna write a wedding night one shot with Curly and aphrodisiacs thanks a lot anon 😔😔😔 I've got enough shit to write already

Anya

I don't care what any of you say this woman is a pillow princess

YOU'D be using toys on HER

She'd also be a cryer but that's not the point

She'd have a drawer dedicated to sex toys. She's trying to get into med school, she's CONSTANTLY stressed, how else is she supposed to release some of that stress? Don't judge her.

She wouldn't be into straps or dildos, she'd be into shit that vibrates. Vibrators obviously, rose toys, anything that stimulates the clit honestly

I lied she is into dildos this woman is a sucker for a RABBIT!!! Like I said, if it vibrates, she wants it.

Her favorite combo is the rose toy/vibrator + pussy licking. She cums so fast, then gets embarrassed, then begs for more. Praise her a bunch and she'll be able to go a few more rounds

BONUS CONTENT!!; she has a Christina and Princess Albertina, no further comments

Daisuke

Oh yeah, he's using toys.

He has a tongue piercing and sometimes he'll swap it out for a bar that vibrates but y'all aren't ready for that convo

He's gonna use the basic toys, nothing we haven't gone over yet. Vibrators, rose toys, cock rings, ect. He's just trying to figure out what he likes for right now, and he likes all of them

In missionary, he'd hold either a vibrator or rose up to your clit while he fucks you. Kind of uncomfortable as a position, but if it gets you off, it's worth it to him.

Not sure if this is considered a toy but he'd be interested in sounding. He's definitely had you try it on him once or twice, and he never lasts for more than a minute 😭 poor boy

He's just trying new things out. He's new to having a committed relationship, so anything you'd be into, he'd be willing to try. He'd let you peg him if you wanted, but don't ask me to write that.

My pegging days are over

Jonathan

The kinkiest cunt that ever cursed this god forsaken ship

Toys are a must have for him. On you, not him. He only likes using them on you, because it gives him a sense of power over you.

He'd be one of those assholes that would put a bluetooth vibrator in your panties and wait till you're in public to turn it on the highest setting. Like an asshole

Jizzdaddy would have a lot of toys. He'd have one of those robotic dildo setups that like.. idk does the thrusting how the fuck do I explain this????

You guys get what I mean if you've ever been on a porn site you've seen one

Anyway, he'd have one of those setups and watch it fuck you. Ass up, head down, grasping at whatever you could since HIS sadistic ass turned it up to the highest speed.

Eventually hed get pissed off and fuck you himself, claiming that you love the toy more than you love him 😔 the allegations are true but he doesn't have to know that

He'd also use plugs on you. In public, too. He doesn't care. If you humiliate yourself, that's your fault, not his.

vibrators are used during sex, nothing new. But it's the same situation as before. Claiming you love the toy more than him, so he stops using it.

Sometimes he'll just give in though and decide he doesn't care, and wants to tease you more than anything. Highest speed it can go, or the slowest. No in-between. He'll have you begging one way or another.

Chat I hate writing rough characters someone request ooc soft Joshua hcs so I can write him like I do Curly 🙏🙏🙏

A/N; Anya makes me wanna kiss girls

[anqelrafe]

LATE NIGHT DRIVES

PAIRING: BSF!RAFE X SWEETHEART!FEM!READER

summary: Rafe cherished these drives with you. Where you both would blare your wildly different music, talk about anything that came to mind, and stop at random convenience stores for snacks. It was the only time where he felt genuinely relaxed and content.

a/n: okayy new setup? 🫣 I dunno, I'm trying it out but I likee. very professional, very cutesy. Anyway, this is my first well thought out writing so please do leave constructive criticism if you think I could do something different next time...

word count: 0.6k

The route to your house was second nature by now. He's been there so much that he almost knows it better than his own home. which he doesn't mind at all, cause your house was basically his second home.

As you lie in your bed, your phone buzzes with an "I'm outside" text from Rafe. So per routine, you get up, throwing on the first hoodie in reach and heading out of the door.

He blows out out a breath, letting out a low "Its about fucking time" as you get in his truck.

"yeah yeah, it wasn't that long. you're just impatient"

he pulls out of your driveway, scoffing slightly "I must have plenty of patience, I deal with you, don't I? and put your seat belt on."

Once your seat belt is fastened, he begins driving on the road, having no destination in mind like usual. For a while, it's just silence between you two. Which isn't uncommon for both of you, it's familiar and more comforting than he'd like to admit.

"Lets stop at a gas station for snacks" you request, looking out the window

He nods, a murmured "sure" leaving his lips as he drives in the direction of the nearest gas station.

Entering the gas station, you immediately make your way toward the section with candy, picking out packages of a variety of candies while he heads towards the chips.

Once you both have gathered a good amount of snacks for each of you, which you both are gonna end up sharing anyway, you set them down on the counter as the cashier to rings up all of the items that he ends up paying for like usual since he'll throw a fit if he doesn't.

When you both make it into the car, he drives to the usual spot you both spend nights at. An empty parking lot. "Oh my gosh, turn it up!" you motion to the radio, smiling widely.

He groans as he turns up the radio "What the hell is this? Taylor Swift?"

"Sabrina Carpenter" you correct "And it's good, just listen."

"Yeah, I'd rather not" he replies as he takes a few gummy bears from the bag in your lap. He always claims to hate your music taste but you always find him humming a beat to one of the songs you pick out during a drive.

He leans back into his seat, chewing slowly as he listens to the lyrics. "You listen to some dirty music" he chuckles

"Hey, she's not that bad. You should see her on tour though, you'll have a stroke."

he raises his eyebrow, an amused expression on his face "really, huh? what, are you gonna go?"

you hum, shaking your head "No. I want to, though. But her tickets are kinda pricey. Maybe if I have extra money to spend soon."

"I'll take you."

The Skittles you were eating nearly get stuck in your throat as you look at him in bewilderment "What?! No! Rafe, that's too much money."

he shrugs "It's fine. I wanna do it. Just let me? Please?" of course he wouldn't bat an eye at spending that much money, he was loaded.

you hesitate for a moment, but seeing the insistence in his eyes, you eventually nod slightly "Fine. You can take me. But I'm paying you back eventually, alright?"

"Mm okay, sure. Deal." he agrees, even though he knows when it comes time for you to pay him back, he'll either give the money right back to you or refuse it.

"Thank you, Rafe. I appreciate it." you smile, genuinely touched by his willingness to spend that much money on you. It was rare that he went out of his way to please someone.

"Mhm, of course" he smiles back before throwing a gummy bear your way "consider it a late birthday gift."

"my birthday was like nine months ago, but okay."

"Mm yeah, just go with it" he chuckles, reaching over and talking your hand.

That was definitely new...

[steddieme]

y'all know those AUs that go something like hellfire makes eddie flirt with steve as a bet?

okay, here me out:

eddie tricks hellfire into betting he can't get steve to flirt back. he wants to flirt with steve and he's determined to get him to flirt back, so he decides to act coy, pretends he isn't absolutely obsessed with steve, makes some off-handed comments about being friends with him and one day manages to get the guys to make a bet with him. he wants to flirt with his dream guy and make some money. best of both worlds.

it's game on from then, he flirts like his life depends on it. he watches steve blush and stammer, because the guy has apparently lost all his game since high school, and revels in it. the problem is steve gets so flustered it seems like he wouldn't be able to flirt back even if he wanted to. eddie thinks he's unused to getting attention from guys, but he figures he'll get used to it.

and he does. he becomes more confident and eventually does start flirting back. but by that time eddie has sort of forgotten about the bet, he's on cloud nine from all the attention steve is giving him. it all comes to a head when hellfire witnesses them flirt.

and in his shock gareth shouts "why haven't you told us you've already won the bet?"

and steve is all confused, while eddie lights up "oh shit, yeah, give me all your money, guys!"

and when steve asks what the fuck is going on, eddie explains while he collects the money and steve looks absolutely crushed. he can barely get out a "so it was all a bet?" in a choked voice, all teary eyed.

eddie panics and realizes how the whole thing sounds and rushes to explain "no no no no, it wasn't! the bet was for the flirting, not the other way around! i tricked the guys into betting i couldn't get you to flirt back, so i could flirt with you and steal their money. two birds with one stone and all that. i did sort of forget about it until now, though. i'm sorry."

now it's the guys' turn to pipe up. "what do you mean tricked? we made the bet so you would finally do something about your pathetic crush??"

okay, so maybe eddie wasn't as slick as he thought. maybe he talked about steve a tad too much? or maybe he was too enthusiastic about the idea of the bet? he's not sure.

steve looks like he can't quite decide how to feel. but then he says, "well then, you better use that money to pay for our first date, asshole." eddie rushes to pepper his whole face in kisses. he was gonna do that anyway.