#like 'all right i guess i'm doing this now'

[marrow-bone]

It's worth noting how the 'traditionalists' have very quickly shown their asses to actually be 'white cishet utopia 50s tv told me existed-ists' (completely forgetting the public progressives of the 50s...) since after all pretty much every 'conservative' scare can be shown as a social norm somewhere throughout western history from a demographic they claim to idolize (don't get me STARTED about outside of it)

'Conservatism' means to be... Conservative. Focusing on keeping good policies moving forward, over higher-risk-reward policies. Today's 'conservatives' aren't that in the least, since they do the opposite; destroying all the good strides we've made through history and trying to brute force a grim rictus onto the past to hide the mistakes. Because a 'conservative' in the US right now is either a selfish manipulative asshole with more luck than brains, or one of the sheep he and his have literally brainwashed into literally being anti-Jesus.

I love how humans have literally not changed throughout history like the graffiti from Pompeii has people from hundreds of years ago writing stuff like “Marcus is gay” “I fucked a girl here” “Julius your mum wishes she was with me” and leonardo da vinci’s assistants drew dicks in their notebooks just for the banter and mozart created a piece called “kiss my ass” so when people wish for ‘today’s generation’ to be like ‘how people used to’ then we’re already there buddy we’ve always been

[smutoperator]

My Gamer Wife

Miyawaki Sakura x Male Reader

Sequel to King of Oshiri

Tags: A2M, anal creampie, (lots of) anal, asshole fingering, birthday, couch sex, cum on glasses, dildo, full nelson, gamer girl, gape, hotwife, joysticks (literally and figuratively), livestream, losing a bet, pile driver, sex on camera, (lots of) squirting, video games

Word count: 5779

In many ways, Sakura is the perfect wife. She gives you all the attention you need, invites her friends to have fun with you, and always does everything she can to satisfy you.

Except when it comes to those damn video games.

"Happy birthday, baby girl," you said to Sakura, but she ignored you. Once she put on those headphones and started playing games, it was over; she would not listen to anyone in her vicinity. Sakura was truly addicted to gaming, more than she was to you.

Sakura began her birthday livestream, saluting the massive audience she had earned over the course of her career and that now followed her gamer girl ventures. You looked at her, yet she was more worried about beating her high score in Overwatch than anything about you until she finally decided to switch that.

"Hubby, wanna play some games with me?" Sakura asked you. "Sure," you answered her, even though her obsession with gaming many times irritated you. You grabbed another joystick, even though the gap between your and her gaming skills was so massive all that was going to happen was her humiliating you in front of a huge online crowd.

"Yes," Sakura cheered as she easily defeated you. "Come on," you said, getting angry as your wife destroyed you. "Don't get angry, hubby; you just have to try harder," Sakura told you. "What are we even playing for? We should be celebrating your birthday, just you and I, none of that gaming bullshit," you told her.

"So you need an incentive, huh?" Sakura said. "My hubby really doesn't know how to play games; he needs an incentive," she continued, addressing the audience. "Guys, I'll be back soon; maybe he'll have an extra incentive once I return," she continued as she exited the frame. You looked at the messages in the livestream, all wanting you to get out and begging for Sakura to come back.

Sakura indeed came back, wearing a pair of glasses, a slim top, and gym shorts that made her look extremely hot while barely covering her bottom. "So, guys, I decided to have a bet with my hubby," Sakura said. "If I win, I get to fuck his ass, but if he wins, he gets to fuck my ass," Sakura said, shaking her cheeky butt to the camera. "I guess that's a bet I can accept," you tell your wife.

You and Sakura play a head-to-head match, her shaking her ass in front of you as a distraction. "You're obstructing my view," you tell her. "Am I?" Sakura asks as she delivers you a killer blow. "Are they crazy?" one comment asks. But you stay committed, taking Sakura's ass out of your sight.

But Sakura doesn't seem to get the memo, sitting on your lap to distract you while you two keep playing. "Come on, Kkura, can you fucking behave? There are lots of people watching; if you don't, I'm gonna shut this stream down and fuck your ass right now," you tell her. "That's not the deal we signed, hubby," she answers you.

But you manage to prevail even amidst Sakura's distractions, defeating her in a gaming battle for like the first time in ages. "Looks like my incentive paid off; he always loses to me, but as soon as my ass was on the line, he played like never before," Sakura says. "She lost on purpose," one comment says, unmasking Sakura's little facade.

"Ok, I won now. I think you should end this stream and fuck me. Your fans are probably finding it weird that you're talking about sex in the middle of playing those video games," you tell Sakura. "Not so fast, hubby, you won the bet, but today is my birthday, so I'm the one who dictates how you fuck me in the ass," Sakura answers.

"And how are we gonna do that?" you ask Sakura. "In front of all this audience, I want them to see how wild we are together," Sakura says. "Is she really gonna fuck him live on camera?" one comment asks, still in disbelief.

Sakura grabs the joystick and starts grinding on your lap, hitting higher scores the faster she moves. "Seems like she loves to play when horny," a comment says as Sakura keeps moving her hips, moaning softly as you grab her waist while she plays; keep the things going for a while. "Pull my shorts down," she tells you as you oblige, leaving Sakura wearing just a thong at the bottom of her body, showcasing her not so long but still beautiful legs.

Sakura hides the bottom of both your bodies, bringing a blanket that was on the side of the couch as you pull your pants down. She moans and makes moves that look like she's bouncing on your cock but lets the audience guess whether it's true or not. "Is she riding his dick?" one comment asks as Sakura moans.

"Ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhhh," Sakura continues to softly moan and bounce; you grab her ass as she keeps performing for the cameras, moving your hips to thrust upward into her pussy. "FUCK," Sakura moans, almost dropping the act as you hit deeper in her pussy but staying composed and scoring new highs at the game.

Sakura removes the blanket, showing your cock was inside her pussy this whole time. "Ahhhh, ahhhh, fuck me, fuck me, hubby, oh my god," she moans as she rides your cock in front of the online audience for a bit, you spanking her ass shortly after to signal you're done.

Sakura gets on her knees and sucks your cock. "Time for some live blowjob," she tells the audience, jerking and sucking your cock off like a truly professional slut, making loud noises doing so. "Oh my fucking god," you say as she deepthroats your dick and spits all over it.

You slap your cock in Sakura's face, her making crazy expressions for the audience watching while sucking your cock. "You're such a loud bitch," you tell her as you grab her hair and fuck her face, putting your shaft on the side of her cheeks while she dives to suck your balls.

"Hubby, sit down; I want to see you doing a challenge," Sakura says. "What kind of challenge?" you ask her. "Here, grab the joystick while I suck your big joystick. Let's see how well you can do with your wife blowing you off in front of a crowd," she says.

"I'm so wet right now, so turned on," Sakura says as she pulls her thong to the side and fingers her pussy before diving down to suck your cock. "Oh my God. You're fucking insane for doing this, you know?" you ask her. "Yes, I'm insane for that big nice cock," Sakura says.

"I can't wait to have it inside me again, especially in my ass," Sakura says as she bobs her head harder on your cock. "You're getting quite distracted, not paying much attention to that game right now, are you?" Sakura asks, ramping up the intensity of her blowjob.

"You're really losing your concentration, hubby, aren't you?" Sakura asks. "You really have the best cock ever," she continues, moving her head even faster on it. "I'm gonna get this cock nice and wet to fuck me; it's going to slide so easy in my pussy, baby," she says, moving like crazy on it, deepthroating your shaft countless times as your concentration goes further away.

Sakura can no longer resist her urge, sitting her pussy on your cock and blocking your view. "Oh, I love using that cock so much," she says, rubbing her pussy as she goes back to riding it. "Oh right there, that's what I fucking want, your big fucking cock inside me, hubby, yesss, make me cum, let me use it," Sakura says.

"I'm so horny now, oh fuck," Sakura moans as she picks up the speed riding your cock. "I think you're gonna have to choose, hubby, this video game or my pussy, because I'm gonna keep riding you, yeah, yeah, yeah," she says. "Oh fuck," Sakura moans as she spins on your cock. "OH YES, OH YES, OH YES," she loudly moans, letting her audience know how good she's feeling.

"You're doing good in that game; it turns out my pussy is a great incentive for you, hubby," Sakura says. "I guess I need to bounce harder," she continues, doing just what she vowed to do.

"Give me this," Sakura says as she picks the game controller from your hands and delivers another wonderful display of gaming. "She might be the best gamer in the world when she gets a big joystick up in her pussy," someone in the chat comments.

"OH YEAH, OH YEAH, OH SHIT," Sakura screams as she squirts hard while reaching another high score. "Damn, she's got a whole fountain in her pussy," someone comments. She lies on the couch and lets you eat her pussy while she keeps playing. "Oh yes, hubby, taste those juices; I love when you do that to me," she says.

Sakura squirts all over your face. "Oh yeah, don't stop, baby, lick that pussy," she begs as you dive all over it, paying special attention to her meaty clit. "Oh my god, yes, that's perfect; you're doing so good, hubby," Sakura says as she almost drops the controller. "Oh fuck, oh yeah, yeah, I'm gonna keep playing; push me to the next level," Sakura begs.

Sakura sits on your face, performing a 69 while still playing. You put a couple of fingers in her asshole, prompting her to immediately react. "AHHHH," she screams. "Calm down baby, this prize is for later," she then says, before going back to bob her head on your cock.

"You like that, don't you?" you ask Sakura as you put your middle finger deeper in her anus. "AHHHHH," Sakura moans. "That's all I need to know," you tell her as you keep eating her pussy and fingering her butthole, Sakura answering by choking hard on your cock while playing with the controller. "Oh shit," you groan. "Oh my god," she groans.

"Take those shorts off," you tell Sakura as you increase the pace of the finger-fucking in her asshole. She obliges, leaving you just with your t-shirt while she stays, sucking your cock and massaging your balls. "Fuck, baby," Sakura says as she bounces her ass in your face and her head on your cock, you tonguing her pussy hard.

Sakura rides you in reverse now, you now placing your thumb in her asshole while she bounces on your cock. "Oh, I'm so wet, yes, yes, that's so good; put that finger up in my ass," she begs. "Oh, that ass feels so fucking tight," you tell her as she continues to ride, choking her and slapping her face. "My wife is such a fucking whore," you say to her.

Sakuke claps her cheeks against your hips. "OH, IT FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD BOUNCING ON THAT COCK," she screams. "PUT YOUR FINGER IN THERE," she begs as you match her ride by spanking and finger-fucking her ass. "YEAH, YEAH, YEAH," she moans, spreading her legs and letting you thrust up. "FUCK HUBBY, FUCK THAT PUSSY, AHHH," she continues to scream.

"I love bouncing up and down on that cock," Sakura says as she moves faster than ever, you grabbing and spanking her butt. "YES, BABY, FUCK," she screams again before pulling out of your cock and sucking it a bit.

Sakura pulls a lever and unfolds the couch, lying her body in a vertical position with her ass up. You spank your wife's beautiful butt as she keeps playing the game, spreading her cheeks and massaging them as you tongue her pink asshole and spit on it.

"Ohhh baby, you can't distract me," Sakura says as you focus on eating her ass. She moans loudly as you tongue her fuckholes. "That's why I lost that bet on purpose," she tells you as she shakes her ass in your face. "I could tell," you answer her.

"You love this ass, don't you, honey?" Sakura says as she bounces it in your face, shaking it up and down and left and right. "Get in there with your tongue," she says, putting her ass up. "Honey, I'm so fucking horny," she says.

You tease Sakura, rubbing your shaft between her cheeks, much to her enjoyment. "Oh yes, rub that cock in my cheeks," Sakura says. Soon, you poke your cock in both her entrances, taking it back in her pussy. "Oh yeah, oh fuck," Sakura moans as you bang her in the prone position, her asshole winking for you. "OH SHIT, IT FEELS SO GOOD IN MY PUSSY," she moans as you thrust into it, her moving her ass to meet it.

"Fuck that pussy, hubby, AHHHHH," Sakura begs as you start clapping her cheeks. You kiss her as she smiles. "Your dick is so good inside me," she says as you tease her, playing with it by putting it in and out of her pussy before mounting on top of her.

Sakura puts herself in a fetal position on the couch, spreading her legs for you to enter her pussy in missionary position. "Oh my Gosh, baby, your cock is so big in my pussy," Sakura moans as you fuck her. She closes her eyes and lets you give her the pounding.

"Oh, hubby. I can feel your cock ready to cum at any moment," she says. "Please, baby, cum in my face," Sakura begs. "You want my cum, you fucking gamer whore? Then beg for it harder," you tell her. "Please, please, hubby, paint those glasses white," Sakura says, driving you crazy as you quickly pull your cock out of her and unleash a giant load in her face, her kissing your cock.

"We'll be back for act two soon, guys," Sakura says to the audience as she heads towards the bathroom, taking a selca and sending it for the chat before cleaning her glasses. After a while, you follow her, taking her from behind and putting a finger up her anus. "AHHHHH," Sakura suddenly screams. "My wife is so slutty; she really made me have sex in front of an online crowd on her birthday," you tell her.

"And by the looks of it, you are ready to fuck my ass in front of that crowd, hubby," Sakura says as you massage her butthole. "OH MY GOD, FUCK," she screams as your fingers run all over her asshole. "Oh yes, hubby, right there, prepare that asshole for your big cock," she says.

Sakura returns to the living room, and you are playing video games like nothing happened. "You want to fuck my ass now, hubby?" she asks. "Of course, you fucking bitch, you promised me," you answer her. "You're gonna get it, but only after I tell you," she says.

"First, you're gonna let me play some games with that joystick, Sakura said. "Sit on the floor for me," she ordered as you obliged. Sakura then started massaging your cock with her pair of pink socks, moving her feet up and down your long shaft while she played her game. "I'm working two joysticks at the same time, boys," she told her livestream audience.

"You like that, hubby?" Sakura asked as she continued to perform the footjob, quickly getting your cock back hard. "Yes, I love that," you answered. Sakura made things spicier, pushing her top up once again and showing her tits out to the audience before taking her panties completely off, getting herself fully naked for the first time.

As you pull Sakura's panties down, you bend her over in one of the couch's arms. "I know you're eager for it, hubby, taking that cake on your wife's birthday," Sakura says. Both of you get completely naked. You give her asshole a little licking and spitting before shoving your cock in it. "AHHHH, HOLY SHIT," she moans. "You asked for that big dick in your ass; don't back down now," you tell Sakura, tying her arms behind her back.

"OH MY GOD, FUCK," Sakura screams as you drill her asshole. "You like that, bitch? Getting fucked in the ass while broadcasting it live to your gamer followers?" you ask her. "YES, YES, YES, YES," she moans, grinding her teeth as you attack her ass hard.

"AHHHHHH," Sakura screams as you spank her butt. "Oh my God, you're so fucking deep in my ass, stretching me so fucking good," Sakura moans. "Deeper, deeper," she keeps begging. "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, YES," she then starts screaming once you hit it hard.

"Such a good whore," you tell Sakura as you spank her ass one more time. She laughs as you finger her wet cunt while pounding her asshole. She looks at you with naughty eyes, getting close to you to give you kisses. "GIVE ME THAT FUCKING DICK, FUCK YES, OH MY FUCKING GOD," she moans as you drill her asshole harder than ever.

"RIGHT THERE, BABY," Sakura tells you. "Cum for me," you command as Sakura's butthole clenches around your cock, signaling her anal orgasm is close. "AHHHHH," Sakura squirts all over the couch as you make her cum. "Fuck, that was so good," she says.

"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK," Sakura moans loudly as you get deep in her ass; more spankings follow. At this point, she's forgotten about those videogames, barely able to reach to grab the controller. "OH MY GOD, HOLY SHIT, YOU'RE SO FUCKING DEEP," she screams as the anal pounding keeps going.

You put Sakura in a spooning position on the couch, ready for another round of anal drilling. "Right there, nice and slow," your wife whispers as you wrap your arms around her, teasing her asshole by going in and out of it. You lift her leg, taking it very slow as you massage her pussy. "Yeah," Sakura moans.

"OH MY GOD YOUR COCK IS AMAZING," Sakura screams as you pick up the pace. You admire the gape in her asshole as you put a pair of fingers in her cunt, Sakura reacting with out-of-breath moans as you resume drilling her butt. Your balls clap hard against her ass. "OH FUCK BABY, THAT FEELS GOOD," she moans, kissing you.

"My ass is all yours, hubby; stretch it out, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH," Sakura says as she gets in a fetal position sideways. "I love that so much," she says. "Let me taste my ass," Sakura begs, you pausing the fucking a bit to let her bob her head on your cock again, taking advantage of it and thrusting upwards, which only makes Sakura go crazier and dive for your balls.

"Put it back, baby," Sakura says as she goes back to the spooning position. "OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, DON'T STOP," Sakura says as she enjoys the hard pounding you give her on the couch. "What do you like more, those stupid video games or my cock deep in your ass?" you ask her. "Your cock in my fucking ass, always, hubby," she answers.

"Oh, it feels so deep," Sakura says as she goes back into a bouncing position, massaging her pussy as she sits on your cock. "Oh baby, I love this so much; your cock feels so good in my asshole," she says. "Right there, baby, right in that fucking hole," she continues to beg.

"Oh baby, what are you doing?" Sakura asks as you wrap your hands between her legs. Quickly she realizes what it is as you lift her legs up in the air, ready to pound her ass in a very submissive full nelson. "FUCK BABY, AHHHHHH," Sakura moans as you hammer her ass like crazy. "OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH BABY," she screams as her ass gets drilled at a very hard speed.

"Yes, baby, stretch me open like that, fuck yeah," Sakura smiles as she gets pounded into submission, fingering her cunt despite being wrapped in a full nelson. "Oh, it feels so deep; I love when you fuck me that way," she tells you as you free her, letting Sakura taste her ass from your cock once more while fucking her face as she tries to deepthroat you.

"Get them," Sakura says as you grab the video game controller back, she watching you get great scores while she jerks your cock off. "Looks like you got some great motivation," she says as she keeps sucking your cock. "Oh my God," you groan, Sakura grabbing the controller and playing the game while she savors your cock.

You put Sakura back in a fetal position on the couch, this time standing up as you get ready to fuck her more. You give a couple of thrusts in her pussy to tease her. "Oh, it's so good," she says before switching to her asshole. She carves her fingers deep in her cunt as you fuck her. "Just like that, baby, pound that ass," she begs as you now play with her cunt, fisting your whole hand inside it while you destroy your wife's ass.

You place your thumb in Sakura's mouth for her to taste her pussy while also playing with her tits as the anal pounding continues. She closes her eyes and spreads her butthole with her hands, showing you the ever-growing gape you deliver to it. "Keep it open for my cock," you tell her.

"I can spend all day getting that ass fucked in front of my fans," Sakura says. "Like the slut you are," you tell her, choking her neck as you fuck her ass faster. "OH MY GOD," Sakura screams, the gape in her asshole growing larger and larger. "Keep fucking my ass like that, hubby, please," Sakura begs as you play with her whole body.

"Give it to me, baby; don't stop fucking that ass," Sakura begs, grabbing the controller and scoring another big kill just as you destroy her ass. "OH SHIT," she screams. "You want fucking more, you gaming whore?" you ask Sakura. "Of course I do," she says.

You put Sakura in a mating press position, pounding her as you firmly stomp your left foot in the couch. "Oh, that's hot," Sakura says. "Damn, they are doing some hentai shit," someone comments as the camera captures the perfect angle of your cock penetrating Sakura's butthole at a straight angle, hard and deep.

"OH YEAH, OH YEAH, DESTROY MY ASS," she begs, you two sharing kisses while her asshole gets obliterated. You attack it harder than ever, Sakura losing her breath as your cock hits the depths of her asshole while you kiss her. "I find it so hot when you fuck my ass like that," she says as you groan with her tight butthole squeezing your cock out.

"Show your fans how large your gaping asshole is," you tell Sakura, putting her pink anus in close sight of the stream camera and playing by putting your cock in and out of it. "OH YES, BABY, FUCK, THAT'S SO HOT," Sakura moans. "She should do this more often," someone comments.

You put Sakura on the top of the couch, pushing the camera in your direction. "Oh yeah, keep fucking me, hubby," Sakura begs as your cock takes multiple deep stabbings in her asshole. Her body jiggles as Sakura tries to keep her balance while spreading her legs wide open. "Yes, pound my fucking ass, baby. FUCKKKK, OH SHIT, OH SHIT, OH SHIT," Sakura screams as you quickly change the pace.

You make Sakura deepthroat your cock, making it wetter for another session. "Yes, put it back, right in my ass, fuck," Sakura begs and gets it, you alternating between hard and deep thrusts. "You're so good, hubby, fucking your wife right in the ass on her birthday, yesss," Sakura says.

"Oh yes, baby, touch my pussy just like that," Sakura begs as you penetrate her ass and pussy at the same time, your cock and your fingers in perfect sync. "Damn, that's so hot," someone comments as the livestream audience keeps growing the harder you fuck your hot, needy gamer wife. "OHHH FUCK, DON'T FUCKING STOP," Sakura begs, both your cock and fingers deeper and deeper in her holes.

"I'M GONNA CUM AHHHH," Sakura screams as she unleashes a massive gush of squirt into the camera. "Damn, she's getting it all wet," a comment says. "Squirt for me, baby, show how much of a whore you are for this cock, entertain your audience," you tell Sakura, making her squirt a few more times. "Damn, she's got a whole geyser in her pussy," someone says.

"Let's get to the floor," you command to Sakura, who quickly gets upside down with her legs over her head, spreading her butthole for you to enter again. Quickly you penetrate Sakura in a pile driver position, Sakura with her head on the floor as you keep stretching out her asshole. "OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, RIGHT THERE, RIGHT THERE," she begs as she fingers her cunt for the audience.

"Fucking take that ass, baby," Sakura says to you as she zooms the camera into the action, capturing your cock going in and out of her butt perfectly. "Look how thirsty her pussy is," someone comments as you put your finger back in her clit and she suddenly starts to squirt. "FUCK, IT FEELS SO GOOD," she moans to the camera, her legs spread wide open almost as if she were like her groupmate Kazuha as you fucked her balls deep.

"Keep fucking that ass until you fucking cum," Sakura begs as your cock bulges under her belly, her tits bouncing as your thrusts get harder and harder. You stretch your body all over the couch, now occupying the entire camera frame as

Sakura gets pounded hard, her head smashing to the floor with your thrusts.

You take a little break and bring a real-sized dildo toy, shoving it into Sakura's ass and showcasing her massive gape to the camera. "Yes, hubby, show them my pink butthole," Sakura begs as you zoom deep into her anal cavity. After a couple of thrusts with the dildo, you feed it in her mouth for Sakura to taste her ass while you fuck it, muffling her moans in the toy while the real thing destroys her pink anus.

"I want to taste my ass from your cock too," Sakura says, and you promptly oblige, shoving your cock in her mouth while she plugs the dildo back in her butt. "It's going really deep; it looks like I stretched it out quite well already," you say to her as you fuck her face before getting back up and thrusting the dildo in her ass.

"Which one do you prefer, my cock or the dildo?" you ask Sakura. "I like any of them, as long as they are fucking my ass," she answers you. "Then let me do it more," you tell her, replacing the dildo with your cock while Sakura spreads her ass.

"OH YEAH, JUST LIKE THAT, RUB MY PUSSY, HUBBY, AHHHH," Sakura moans as she puts her legs completely over her head. "I didn't know you were flexible like that," you tell her. "Let's say my friend Zuha taught me a thing or two about that," she answers.

"GIVE IT TO ME, FUCK ME BABY," Sakura begs as she's completely pinned to the floor. You turn around, smashing her as viewers get to see your ass while you fuck Sakura's, her legs now over her head as she moans like the good Japanese whore she is. "You like your hubby's big cock deep in your fucking slutty ass?" you ask her. "Hell yeah," she answers.

"HMMMM, AHHHH, OH FUCK," Sakura moans as she fingers her cunt, giving the viewers another wonderful squirt show. "Look at her pussy exploding," someone says as she keeps squirting. "YES, HUBBY, POUND MY FUCKING ASS, AHHHH FUCK," she screams as another gush of juices hits the camera, you toying with her asshole, going in and out of it.

Sakura puts a pair of fingers in her asshole and stretches it out. "Keep it open," you tell her. "Yes, hubby, take it; you won the bet; you can fuck that ass all day if you like," she begs as the gape in her asshole only grows larger and larger.

"I sure aren't done with it," you tell Sakura, grabbing a pillow and lying on the floor. "Sit on that dick and show your audience how much of a whore you are for it," you command to her as Sakura quickly impales her already stretched-out ass on your cock.

Sakura moves up and down, showing her beautiful oshiri to the audience as she bounces on your cock. You give her no rest, pumping it from down low. "OH YES, FUCK ME LIKE THAT," Sakura begs as you thrust like crazy, giving her no second to breathe, grabbing and spreading her ass.

"JUST FUCKING USE MY ASS, HUBBY, OH MY FUCKING GOD, PLEASE GIVE IT TO ME, PLEASE MAKE ME CUM," Sakura begs as you drill her ass like a madman. "Damn, he's really wrecking her," someone comments. "SHIT," Sakura screams as you spank her butt. Tying her arms behind her back, she tries to react and bounce on your cock, but you keep relentlessly attacking her ass, grabbing her body in your direction and using her like a fucktoy.

"Come on, you fucking slut, you said you wanted this," you tell Sakura, giving her another hard spanking. "He's turning her cheeks really red," someone says. Sakura obliges, bouncing as hard as she can on your cock, using your thighs as a support as she rides. "OH FUCK, GOSH," she then screams as you keep pumping, reaching to grope her tits while doing so.

You and Sakura keep dueling with each other, but you ultimately come out on top despite being on the bottom. "HOLY SHIT," she moans again as your hands are all over her tits and your big cock is all over her butthole. "I'm so blessed to have a slutty wife like you, Kkura," you tell her as Sakura just turns into your free-use anal toy, your cock hitting her ass deeper than ever.

"YES, FUCKING SPANK ME, HUBBY, AHHHH," Sakura begs as you print the palm of her hands all over her butt. "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK," Sakura screams, your thrusts trying to make her lose her balance. "Damn, he's fucking the shit out of her," someone comments.

"Smile for the camera," you tell Sakura, turning her body around and showing it to her fans as you fuck her ass. She grinds her teeth as her perky nipples bounce. "SHIT," she curses again, your thrusts being so hard she's almost levitating, her fingering her pussy. "OH MY GOD, FUCK, FUCK, YES, YES, YES," she screams as her cheeks get clapped.

"Just fucking use my ass," Sakura begs, putting both fingers in her cunt, ready to squirt again as you pound her butt into oblivion. You reach from behind and start finger-fucking her cunt. "PLEASE GIVE IT TO ME, PLEASE MAKE ME CUM, AHHHH," Sakura begs, you spanking her perky tits as she starts to close her legs, rolling her eyes and shooting another geyser of squirt into the camera.

"AHHHH I'M CUMMING," Sakura announces as her pussy turns into a juicy fountain one more time. You grab her neck as she squirts, Sakura bouncing on your cock as she keeps emptying all the juices on her pussy, grinding hard and showing how much of a whore she is.

Sakura sits back in the couch as you cuddle her with kisses, never keeping your hands out of her throbbing, squirting pussy, jerking your cock off in anticipation for one more round. "Keep stretching that ass; don't fucking stop, yes, yes," she begs for you as you thrust into her on the couch, groping her tits. "PLEASE, PLEASE, DON'T STOP, FUCK," Sakura continues to beg, you clapping her clit while you clap her cheeks.

"Keep going, nice and deep," Sakura says as you grab the camera to show her reactions while you fuck her ass. "Look at her tits bouncing; she is begging for that cock," you tell the audience. "Just keep using me, yes," Sakura says, losing her breath after near an hour of fucking on camera, you hitting her face and choking her neck. "I'm gonna give this fucking slut the proper treatment she deserves for you to watch," you tell me as the livestream keeps getting record numbers.

"YES, YES, FUCK, FUCK, POUND MY FUCKING ASSHOLE!" Sakura turns into a screaming mess. You pause a bit to massage her cunt. "Squirt for them," you tell her. "AHHHHH," Sakura screams as you make her cum, going back into her pussy as you choke her.

"Use that asshole, make it all yours, hubby; just use it to make yourself cum," Sakura begs as she fingers her pussy. "I'm your fucking slut, hubby," she says. "Are you?" you ask her as you spank Sakura's face. "Yes, baby, give it to me; use my hot body for your pleasure," she continues as she smiles at you.

"Tell me, Kkura, where do you want my cum?" you ask her. "Deep in my fucking ass, please, please, fill me up, cum for me," she tells you as you continue to pound. It's been over an hour, and you're ready to bust inside your wife's loose butthole at any second.

"Oh fuck," you groan as your seeds start flowing out of your cock and painting Sakura's pink anal walls white; she smiles as she spreads her ass, letting your cum ooze out into the floor, spreading a good gape for her fans. "This is my birthday gift for my fans," she says.

"Sakura farts out your cum and licks it from the floor. "Let me taste your cum," she says, taking every single drop and making bubbles with it. "So yummy," she says as she swallows and then turns the camera off. "That's a good girl," you tell her just as the stream comes to an end.

"Fuck, that was so good; I had a lot of fun with this joystick," Sakura says. You spank her ass. "Fucking slut, you planned all of this shit," you tell her. "Of course I did; I love my hubby," she tells you. "We should do this again next year," you finish.

"For sure, and next time I'll bring some special guests to play video games with you," Sakura says.

"I can't wait."

Happy Sakura day to everybody. For it, I decided to do a sequel to what I consider to be my breakthrough fic, adding elements of another big fic of mine (Yuna's "Livestream") into the story, as Sakura gets to have an amazing hour of sex on camera with her ass-obsessed husband.

[bitchimasnake-sss]

☆ HELP: i think my flatmate's a pervert...?

— a bllk fanfic // where a mistake in your lease gives you... yuukimiya kenyu as your roommate?!

synopsis: [college au!] someone as smart, capable, and self-sufficient as you could never make the mistake of not reading the fine-print of your new apartment's lease... however, just this once you made this mistake, and now, your uni's (possibly maybe definitely perverted) star-striker's housing with you! how fuuun! pairing: afab!reader x pervert! yukimiya kenyu [aged up.] cw: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT. NOT PROOFREAD, BABES. yukimiya is a MAJOOOR pervert. includes: dub-con. manipulation. dark content. panty-stealing. penetration, fingering, mirror sex, praise, cock!drunk, slight bimbofication. m.list

"okay, no! this is not okay!" your voice shook ever-so-slightly and you hated it — hated how your hands tightened around the papers you were holding, how your eyes fidgeted between your two brokers standing in front of you, haaaated how you could be so fucking stupid.

"okay, listen..." you tried again, "i really didn't know i'd be housing with a-" your eyes scanned the broker's face once, "a guy. not that it's a problem, it's just— i didn't read the conditions... and—"

"—ma'am," one of your brokers rubbed his temple, "i understand your concern but the entire process has been done. you've signed the papers, the lease has been made in your name — everything's done. you cannot back out now... i mean, unless you want to lose your security fee."

right. the goddamn security fee.

the owner had asked you to pay up three months' rent in advance, claimed it was security fee so you wouldn't cancel last minute. you had given it little to no thought and complied. now that same security fee was biting your ass.

"but i don't even know him!" you cried out in frustration, "what if he's a pervert, or a serial killer— or worse, like a finance dude-bro?! aren't you concerned for my— a-a woman's safety?"

"ma'am," the shorter, older broker spoke up, "we've run a security check on this guy. his background's clear. infact, he comes from a very good family. he's in your university too, so, you would be able to bond!"

great, your roommate was also in your university! what was next, he was the most popular jock on campus or some shit?!

you huffed one more time, trying out your doe-eyes in a last-ditch effort for salvation, "there's seriously nothing you guys can do?"

"not for another three months, i'm afraid." the taller one clasped his fingers and the short one nodded, "once you make it through these first three months, you may evacuate."

three months? lord. these were going to be some long, loooong three months.

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✩ investigation open: is my new flat mate a... pervert? evidence #1: did he really mishear you?

"yukimiya kenyu." the man standing at your door gave you a charming smiled, the kind where it seemed like all of the muscles in his face were being used. pushing the rim of his glasses up with his fingerpads, he nodded at you, "i'm- i'm your new flat mate!"

good posture, tall, a mop of curly brown hair atop his head, round glasses, god — greeaaat physique, and polite. overall, cute. he was kinda cute.

well, wait... you shouldn't be saying that about your flatmate before he even walked in.

but well, fuck ethics, i guess?

"—um..." yukimiya paused for a second, and an unruly, weird silence filled the living room till it buzzed in your ears sporadically.

both of you stared at each-other a second before you realized you should probably introduce yourself back.

"hi!" you spluttered, "sorry, i kind of spaced out." you chased the formalities with a smile, "uh, nice to meet you yukimiya—"

"just yukki's fine." he smiled politely and you repeated, "okay, yukki... uh, well your room's down the hallway to the left, okay? i have the one on the right... and um, if you need anything, just let me know."

"yeah, i will." the man dragged his suitcase in, "thank you so much."

the next you heard from yukimiya kenyu was a loud shriek.

you found yourself running, your footing on the wooden floors a quick pitter-patter as you made it through the living room and into the hallway that contained both of your rooms.

your mind felt scattered; did he fall down? did he find some sort of pest? was he having some kind of an emergency medical thingy first thing as he showed up?!

"what's wrong?!"

your eyes widened when you saw yukimiya standing on the door to your room rather than his. his eyes were transfixed on something inside your room, and his hand was frozen on the doorknob. he seemed... dazed.

"yuki-miya?" you called out experimentally, and found that the man appeared to give no signs of being cognitive. stepping closer, you put a hand on his shoulder and called out again, "yukimiya..?"

and then, it clicked.

"that's uh—" you gulped, suddenly remembering that all the lingerie you had just washed and dried were probably still sprawled on your bed haphazardly... and your cutesy vibrator that you had used last night and not tucked back in your drawer.

you laughed, trying to mask the obviously awkward situation, "that's um... my room."

"i—" you found yukimiya unable to meet your eyes, "i... sorry, i thought you said my room's on the right. i must have... misheard."

"it's um- all good." you nervously laughed, tittering-tottering your way to your door to pull it shut. pointing to the room directly opposite to yours, you nodded, "that one's yours, yukimiya."

and you may not have noticed in your panicked state, but yukimiya kenyu's breath seemed strained... his gaze never met yours as he quickly shifted his pants and hastily dragged himself to his room.

how odd.

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"oh my god, not only are you flat mates with the fucking striker of the uni's football team but he also saw your panties—?"

your eyes widened at your best friend as you snapped your neck to see if anyone around you heard you, "—anri, shut up! there are people around."

your voice grew feeble as you mindlessly scrolled through your phone, "and i didn't know he was the striker, okay? i'm not a football nerd like you."

"i know, i know." she grinned, "but this is fantastic. he's totally hot! aaand single, i've heard... i think karasu mentioned it once."

"let's not jump ahead of ourselves." you looked up at her from your phone before drawing your gaze back to your instagram, "he's polite, he keeps to himself, and i don't think he is interested in me like that."

"hush, it's been like what? two days." anri grinned again, your love-life akin to a game for her, "give it time. who knows maybe he'd fall head over heels for you...? ooh, maybe he's like possessive?"

"ugh, you gotta stop reading all those stupid books." you rolled your eyes, "you sound insane."

"just saying!"

possessive? hah, right!

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✩ investigation resumed: is my flat mate a pervert? evidence #2: do we have the same preferences..?

smack! you hit the shampoo bottle against the palm of your hand, and again, and again and again once more for good measure.

"oh my god," you hissed, your shower growing cold with each passing minute, "i swear to god this had some left the last time i checked."

or did you misremember?

you smacked it once more, but to your dismay, there was no more than two lonesome droplets left.

you sighed, finally giving up. "guess i gotta go shopping later."

when you stepped out of the shower, you found yukimiya sitting in the living room, scrolling on his phone. his bicep flexed mindlessly as he stretched an arm over his head and yawned.

"hey, yukimiya?" you called out and he looked up, "oh, hey."

were you hallucinating or did the star-striker yukimiya kenyu scan your towel-clad body up and down through his glasses...?

you gulped, trying to change the topic before your mind raced to unbearable fantasies, "i... i was thinking i'd go to the supermart tonight. gotta restock on a few things. do you want me to get you something?"

"oh," his brows furrowed, his speech slurred as if he was breaking out of a fantasy of his own. the player stuttered, "i don't know— oh. yeah, can you get me one of those uh- lavender diffuser things? i like that fragrance a lot."

"oh? lavender?" you repeated, "okay, sure."

and when you realized — while restocking on your favorite shampoo — that it was also lavender scented, you grew a bit confused. oh, maybe you and yukimiya just had similar taste?

what a coincidence!

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✩ investigation resumed: is my flat mate an actual pervert? evidence #3: um, my thong's missing.

"okay," you mumbled, looking through your drawer the nth time, "one, two, three, four..." you sighed, growing wary of the same outcome, "one's still missing."

now, it could be very well that you just misplaced one pair of thongs, or that you left it at the laundromat. or... well, maybe your roommate had it?

no. you shook your head. no.

yukimiya kenyu was a perfectly well-adjusted individual! he came from a good family, he was the star-striker for your university's football team, and he even modeled on some occasions! he was a polite, well-adjusted man and it was rude of you to think that lowly of your flat-mate!

but... what if?

no. you steeled your thoughts. he never even looked at you inappropriately! and never did he ever make you feel uncomfortable! it was wrong to think he could do something as lowly as panty-stealing.

yeah, you definitely just misplaced that pair.

but then, three weeks later — another went missing.

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✩ investigation resumed: i think my flat mate is a pervert! evidence #4: my fav crop-top's gone missing!

"hey, anri." you put the call on speaker, tossing the phone to your bed as you crouched down in front of your wardrobe. pulling out the pieces of fabric hastily, you called out to your best-friend on the other side of the phone call, "uh, did you- fuck..! did you take my top?"

anri seemed to speak through a mouthful, "mhm, which top? your white tank top? yeah, i have that."

"no, no." you stood up, now rechecking the top layers of your cupboard where you kept all your clothes, "my black crop top! my favorite one— it's the one i wore to aiku's party a week back."

"oh that one?" anri hummed in defeat, "nope, don't have that."

"you sure?"

"yeah," she finally stopped chewing on whatever she had been eating, her interest piqued, "did you lose it?"

"seems so." you looked through the giant pile of clothes on your floor once again, growing more frustrated with each shove, "i've checked everywhere and i still can't find it."

"maybe you gave it to someone else? koyuki maybe? oh, maybe sae's cousin that came to visit—?"

"—don't know." you mumbled in defeat, throwing the clothes haphazardly at last, "but that was my favourite top, goddammit."

the woman on the other grew silent, and when she spoke up, she sounded hesitant, "i mean- maybe ask yukimiya? a lot of your stuff's been going missing lately."

"he didn't take it—" but anri cut you off before you could defend the man, "i know but maybe you left it somewhere in your flat? maybe he saw it? just ask him once."

"maybe... okay." you nodded with some semblance of resolve, standing up and walking upto your door, "i'll go ask him. talk to you later, anri. love ya!" beep.

you twisted the doorknob, only to find the door already open... and though you didn't notice this, but your door was just a little bit ajar — enough for someone to peek in without you noticing.

"hey, yukimiya?" you knocked on yukimiya's door and waited.

after a few seconds, the door opened and wafts of thick, lavender air seemed to seep out. your brows furrowed at the familiar smell, his room smelled a lot like your perfume combo.

but before you could ask him about his olfactory preferences, you came face-to-face with a shirtless yukimiya. his face was flushed, no glasses, hair pushed up hastily. he seemed like he had been... busy.

he heaved, "hey, sorry. um, jus'... just was working out." the player gave you an easy smile, "what's up?"

"i—" you solely focused on his flushed face, trying not to gawk at his defined chest and milky skin, taut with muscles you couldn't even name. you swallowed, "i can't find my black top, have you... uh, maybe seen it?"

"sorry," yukimiya gave you a charming smile, his full lips stretching all so prettily, "which top?"

"i wore it aiku's party last weekend..." and you hoped that you reminding him of his teammates party would jog up his memory but yukimiya kenyu was still just as clueless. he shook his head, stretching his hand to lean on the doorframe, "can't recall, sorry."

"oh, well, it's okay." you gave him a tight-lipped smile, "but if you find it, would you tell me?"

"yeah, course."

and obviously, you couldn't see it with the way he was shielding the door to his room, but somewhere between his duvet covers and pillow, there definitely lay a black fabric somewhere.

oh, but who knows? maybe that was one of his shirts.

black is a popular colour, of course.

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✩ investigation resumed: okay... my flat mate's a pervert. evidence #5: all these... strange noises?

tick, tock, tick, tock.

you tossed on your bed once more, dragging the blanket over your body before your body got too hot and you felt like you were being baked alive. throwing the blanket off your body, you found your shirt stuck to your back uneasily.

groaning, you picked up your phone just to see the time to be: 3:07 a.m.

oh you were definitely getting late for the 9 a.m. lecture tomorrow.

"fuuuck," you groaned, finally dragging yourself upwards to sit on your bed. looking around the room, your eyesight adjusted to the darkness and you swung your legs to get off your sprightly mattress. "hm, maybe some water will help?"

walking to your door, you found the door to be closed but not locked; one turn of your metallic doorknob and it'll open to reveal you sleeping inside.

you raised your eyebrows in wicked surprise, you closed it... right?

well, maybe you forgot.

stepping out, you found yourself in the dark hallways and you swear you were just about to take a sharp left to walk to the kitchen when... you heard something.

the sound seemed to be coming from yukimiya kenyu's room and you inched closer to his gate not because you wanted to spy on him or something! no... you just... it was late and he usually had early morning practices... so, shouldn't he be asleep?

usually, he was tucked in and out before you were, so, why was he up at three in the goddamn morning?

placing an ear to his door, you could hear some strange sounds from his room.

"haah, fuck." his muffled voice kissed your ear through the wooden barricade. although the words were smushed, you could make out some things. things along the line of, "god, yeah— fuck, like th-that."

and then, you heard your name.

your eyes widened and you brought up a hand up to your parted mouth. your frenzied gaze ran from the door to the floor and then back to his closed door.

your name?!

no fucking way! you stepped back. was he masturbating?! to... your name?!

you stepped back again, suddenly conscious that yukimiya kenyu could just swing his door inwards and catch you lurking outside his room like some sick, sick pervert!

you took a sharp left, walking to the kitchen as fast as your two jelly-like limbs would allow you. once there, you brought a tall glass of cold water to your lips, drinking down the liquid to parch your throat and your rancid thoughts.

you definitely misheard it! it wasn't your name!

you filled the glass with water again, your face growing warmer despite the cold water past your throat.

it wasn't your name! you rationalized, it was hard to hear through the door, after all. and yukimiya... he wasn't this type of guy — a pervert!

you should probably just forget about this. two weeks more and you could just move out of this place, anyways, right?

he wasn't like that... right?

yukimiya kenyu was not a pervert, right...?

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✩ investigation continued: yes! my flat mate is a huuge pervert! evidence #6: what the fuck?!

"heyy, sae?" you smiled, hoping your politeness was evident enough through the phone call, "do you guys have practice in the evening— like right now?"

the redhead was dry like always, "yeah, why?"

"do you have any idea how long it'll run for?"

"i dunno," the man replied, "maybe like till nine? the championships are about to start, so, it'll drag on."

"oh... and yukimiya's there right—?" but sae quipped up again, "yeah, but why'd you ask?"

"oh, i just had to go out with anri." you laughed mechanically, "and uh, yukimiya's not picking up my calls so, i just needed to know when he'd be back."

"oh? okay."

you laughed again, praying your desperation wasn't on display for the overtly observant older itoshi, "hey sae... uh, don't tell yukimiya i called you, right? he may think it's something serious when it's not."

"yeah, cool." and you could imagine the redhead more than happy to end your conversation, "see ya, bye." beep.

you looked at the time: 7:53 p.m.

you had over an hour to snoop through yukimiya's room without him catching you. perfect!

and it's not like you were enjoying this — this was a necessity!

after that night, you couldn't quite look yukimiya kenyu the same. somehow, everything he did seemed... sketchy.

your door was always open even when you locked it, your shampoo and conditioner somehow ran dry a few uses in, even one of your bras had gone missing — and it was good, expensive, frilly kind!

if yukimiya kenyu was innocent, then, you'd repent for your actions till the end of your mortal life. but if he wasn't... well, you didn't know what you'd do then.

tip-toeing to his door as if he was still home, you turned the doorknob just to find the door close. you breathed in slowly. okay, you prepared for this.

you had noticed that he took one key of his room with him and another, well, that was in a jar kept in the kitchen. technically, you weren't supposed to know this but a little snooping never hurt anyone, right?

once you had produced the key, you tip-toed back to his room.

8:15 p.m. okay, not bad. forty-five minutes to snoop wasn't bad at all.

as you jabbed the key in, and felt your heart thundering within your chest. one twist of the doorknob, and then you were in.

his room smelt like you — lavender with a hint of sweetness intertwined. but that was probably cause he just liked lavender, right?

at the first glance, his room felt like nothing from the ordinary. his bed was made, the blanket and pillows perfectly placed. right in front of the bed — perched against a corner — was a long, full-body mirror. there were a few dumbbells and restraint bands kept against one wall. and well, his walls were barren except for a plastic hook that held up his previous medals.

no decor, no pictures... what a psycho?!

still tip-toeing, you first made your way to his laundry basket, sifting through his pile of clothes for if you could find anything familiar. even though you sifted and sifted and sifted, you came up empty-handed.

groaning, you walked up to his beside tables next. going through one drawer after the other, all you could find were some prescribed set of lenses, random junk and pennies collecting dust.

last, you walked to his wardrobe. pulling open the doors, you looked through the neatly arranged rows of clothes and jerseys and whatnot, still to not find anything.

with each place devoid of your thongs, or your clothes, your chest felt a little bit lighter.

see! your pysche cheered, yukimiya wasn't a creep! told ya!

once you were done with your inspection, you found one last place to check — under his bed.

the underside of you bed was used to store nonsense. you sometimes chucked your shoes under those, or dirty laundry on days you were feeling particularly lazy. it also had a box full of your old memories — mementos, pictures, slam books, old jewelry for sentiment's sake.

you assumed yukimiya's would be much the same, or barren — like the rest of his room.

and so, you crouched down on your knees.

the wooden floor was cold against your skin, and you grimaced as you bent down and turned of the flashlight on your phone to check the underside.

ding ding ding! a cardboard box. it was the only thing kept under yukimiya kenyu's bed and you assumed that it'll be something personal, like it were for you.

"uh-huh," you nodded as your palms pawed desperately at the cardboard box to pull it outwards.

you finally pulled it out, only to find—

"—what the fuck?!"

your fingers shook as your body settled all of it's bodyweight on your toes. commanding your shaking digits, you put your hands inside the box as if going to pet a rattlesnake.

except there was no rattlesnake in, or even a hamster. oh no, it was just your stuff!

the thongs you had displaced, your frilly, expensive bra that went missing, your lipgloss that you were so sure was stolen at uni! at the bottom of the box sat the black crop top you had come asking yukimiya for... oh god.

"tch, you weren't supposed to see that."

your neck snapped upwards, and your jaw sagged open at the man that stood at the door.

"y-yukimiya..." your mouth felt awfully dry, like each breath had been traded for a spoonful of sand.

"awh, why'd you look so scared?" the man asked in a sickly, sweet tone as he closed the door behind him, "it's my room, darling. did you not expect to see me here?"

"i-" your eyes shot to your phone that lay on the floor next to you, 8:43 p.m.

you gulped but there was no relief to your arid mouth, "y-you weren't supposed to come till—"

"nine?" the man hummed, dropping his duffel bag at the edge of the bed, "yeah, no, i figured i'll come home early. had a feeling you were upto something."

instinctively you pulled your phone up and crawled backwards, "i-i'll tell the police you're s-stalking me."

"oh?" yukimiya smiled and the sweetness in his actions were a stark contrast to the malicious storm that brew in his eyes, "try that, sweets. tell them that your flat mate's got your thongs 'n stuff, right?"

"i r-really will!"

and yukimiya kenyu laughed, stepping closer, "yeah, you should. go ahead, call them."

you flinched as he took another step closer, your bleary gaze shooting up to his face, "wha-why'd you? yukimiya—"

"oh c'mon," he cooed, bending down to meet you at your eye-level, "don't be so scared, dove. i'm not gonna eat you."

a vulnerable whimper fell past your wobbling lips, "y-yukimiya..."

"darling," he brought up a broad palm up to your cheek, "don't act like you don't fuckin' fantasize about this shit, yeah?"

the tears grew heavy against your bottom lash line, "wh-what?"

"i've seen you," he smiled softly, his voice so soothing except it was jabbing you like needles with each accursed word, "i've seen you fucking yourself on your fingers so, so pathetically while crying out my name."

a tear drop fell past your doe eyes and yukimiya leaned forward, catching the drop on his tongue. he hummed at the salty taste and your skin burned where he had licked you.

"wh-when...?" and your cheeks flamed at the thought of him catching you like that.

it had happened a few times... a few nights when you thought he was asleep, you had guided your vibrator to your plush cunt and pretended that the silicon molded toy was him instead. but it was just an innocent fantasy! you didn't... you didn't want him to find out.

"i've seen you." he hummed, satisfied with your expression of pure shock, "c'mon, do you think i'm dumb? so many nights when you couldn't sleep — you called my name, and i heard."

slowly rubbing your cheek, he continued, "and you're not a kid, love. you had your suspicions with the thongs, and the top, right? and yet, you never once actually looked for them."

a cashmere smile, "were you hoping i was the one who had them?"

embarrassment sewed itself against your features, "n-no... 's not like that."

he dragged his thumb from your cheek to your lips, pulling open the plump lips apart, "it's not like that? then, are you actually so dumb that you left the main door unlocked while you snooped through my room?"

a pause, "or did you want me to find you?"

you shook your head, your wet tears falling down in fat plops! down your pretty face. yukimiya kenyu slowly inserted his thumb inside your warm, melty mouth, and instinctively, you sucked at his digit.

yukimiya grinned, "awh, such a good girl but such a terrible fucking liar."

"now, tell me." the man pushed another digit in your inviting mouth, "do you want me to fuck you? or, do you want your stuff back?"

"i-" you couldn't speak and yet yukimiya smiled as if he understood you, "yeah, our lease is gonna be up in a week, right? i'll leave, angel.... unless, you want me to stick around and fuck you like you want me to?"

he paused, a slow, maddening grin on his handsome features, "do you want me to, love?"

and you nodded.

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✩ investigation continued: my flat mate's a 100% perverted! evidence #7: [redacted]

"yukimiya—" you batted your lashes at the man perched behind you.

his hot chest was flush against your back. one broad hand of his held your thighs wide apart while his other digits teased your hot core. his slender fingers hovered right above your drenched cunt.

"it's yukki," each word of his was a hot pang! against your throbbing neck, "i told you, love. it's yukki for you, yeah?"

you swallowed, "yeah... y-yukki."

he licked up a fat stripe from the middle of the neck to the shell of your ears and you shuddered against him.

"now," he exhaled softly, "keep looking at your pretty face as i ruin you, yeah?"

you met your shaky vision in the mirror — where yukimiya kenyu had you spread open for him like some exquisite modern art.

you chest rose and fell erratically as the man brought his fingers to your cunt and rub against the rosy, quivering bundle of nerves. his fat girth pushed past the weak resistance of your pussy, your greedy hole gladly accepting each one of his inches graciously.

"oh my god—" heavy tears stung at your lashline as the player brought down your erratic pelvis down, down, down his achy cock. your body buzzed as if yukimiya kenyu was your personal brand of heroine. you bit down you wobbling bottom lip in an effort to control your obscene, animalistic moans, "y-yukki 's so big."

"awh? s-so big?!" the man cooed, his mucles biceps still tugging your pliant body down till his heavy balls twacked! against your supple skin.

"shiiit feel me?" the man grinned and you caught the lewd sigh in the mirror — his index and middle finger circled your clit in frenzied, haphazard figures as his length curved and molded your insides with each salacious thrust. he groaned, "feel me all the way in, hah?"

"yeah..." your eyes caught against the obscene imagery — your roommate sinking his milky, heavy length inside your gaping, bulging cunt with ease.

a hand snaked around your waist, his taut muscles so tightly pressed up against your simmering hot body. leveraging the hold, the man pulled your doughy hips up 'n down his length harsher, faster.

"y-yukki—!" your heart seemed to be stuck in your throat, it's sweet ba-dump! ringing in your ears as the man impaled you on his length.

but the man under you did not care.

his perspired skin clung against yours like it was second skin, his erratic gaze staring at your unkempt reflection in the mirror as if he was stalking you — well, he was.

as your muscles spasmed against the ridges of his lengthy dick, his plump lips parted to let earthy groans that poured over your body like molten fire, "fuuck, y'know— you don't know how long i've been waiting for this."

his thumb pressed against your silt, collecting the syrupy slick on his finger-pads with each rough swipe. you clawed at the forearm against your waist as your eyes rolled back to the back of your skull, "god— i'm gonna haah! cummin'- i-m cumming—"

your irises were practically molded into hearts, pretty lips almost slathered with your drool as yukimiya kept ramming his tip against your gooey, kryptonitic spot — undeterred by your flimsy scratches against his milky forearms or your cries of pleasure.

"c'mon, c'mon." he hummed, and you may have been in a crazed state but you swear you felt the player take in a hefty, hefty sniff of your hair, "smell so sweet... like candy, you 'n your pretty pussy—"

and smell reminds you!

"do you a-actually like lavender?" you tried looking at his face in the mirror, but each messy thrust into your cunt left your shaken, left each muscle spasming, left every inch of your skin buzzing as if bugs were crawling all over.

and though you couldn't quite see him, you heard his laugh. the hot air was hotter against your nape, his voice so smooth that the richness of the baritone set your cunt spasming in feverish quivers, "d'you like lavender, hm?"

you thought for second, well, tried to but it was hard with the way his leaky tip bulldozed it's way into your velvety hole. you swallowed down the thick build-up of drool in your mouth, "y-yes, i do."

"then, so do i."

and though it was childish, you pouted at his twisted answer, "you're hic— you're copying me—!"

"hm?" he grazed his sharp jaw against yours, still rutting into you like an animal in heat, "silly girl."

"'m not si-lly!"

and you were sure your mind was broken because you giggled, feeling the sound reverberate against the gooey puddle in your stomach that simmered with the anticipation of another orgasm.

"since we're playing question 'n answer," the man used his experienced fingers to pry open your syrupy folds again, pressing his fingerpads against every spot of you that could coax out heated whispers of his name, "tell me something, too."

you nodded, your eyes zeroing in at the blurry vision of you getting ruined by yukimiya kenyu.

"you knew i had your panties, right?"

"no..." you bit down your lips, stifling another broken giggle down your throat, "hah... maybe?"

"huh?" and his plump lips stretched to show a lecherous, devilish smile, "and you didn't want them back?"

"i thought you'd—yukki!" you chirped at the sudden thrust up your abused cunt, his tip yet against massaging your deepest, most sinful muscles in such a downright hypnotizing manner.

his deep voice rumbled through every sensitive cell of yours, "finish what you were saying', pretty."

"thought you cou-could use them," you hiccupped, the delirious smile still playing against your misty features, "y'know to... jerk it off t'me."

"ah?" the man cocked up an eyebrow, never halting his pounding even as he pressed a chaste kiss to your pulse before he nipped at the same point, possessed by the animalistic need to mark you as his own, "how fucking kind, darling."

you gasped at the harsh tug against your sensitive skin. his canines delved into your supple skin, leaving indents behind that he soothed with a hysteric drag of his sultry tongue.

"say..." the player dragged on the word, his bruised lips still against your racing, kiss-bitten pulse "what if i return the favor?"

you met your figure in the mirror — your reddened, scrunched up face, you dilated pupils, parted lips, "h-how?"

and yukimiya kenyu gave you a charming smile, the same kind he had given when he had walked in through that door, "fuck you till you cannot walk, yeah? till all you remember is hngh—"

a harsh thrust into your cunt had you cry out, "yukki—!"

"yeah," he grinned, feral, "exactly that. jus' me, juuuus' yukki, yeah?"

you nodded delirious, "fuuck mhm— yukki—"

turns out, your flatmate was a pervert but... so were you?!

✩ investigation concluded: i was right! my flat mate is a fucking pervert! evidence #8: not needed... cause he's rearranging my guts?!

a/n: live, laugh, love yukimiya kenyu! was this fun to write? yes. did i write this one in a single seating? yes. would i do this again? yes. haha enjoy the filth! mwuah mwuah <3 tagging: @moodswing101 @5hoe1 @scara-simp69 @kleosheart @localdumbassinthecorner @gyubeoms @koalaflower @pvrokinetic @spacegyaru @t0mi33

[swanlakeoverture]

ULTRAVIOLENCE | TOJI FUSHIGURO

cw: DARK CONTENT AHEAD, HEED THE WARNINGS age gap, reader is of age, i do not write about minors. reader is eighteen/nineteen, toji is in his thirties, dumb! reader, naive! reader, coercion, dumbification, slight ageplay, heavy petting, raw sex, unprotected sex, praise, degradation, name calling, size kinks, squirting

synopsis: blue collar! toji has a younger dummy girlfriend

p!link

blue collar! toji was sitting in his apartment one evening, nursing a beer and watching a football game on his television when you walk in, tears stroking your puffy pink cheeks. Your eyes are all red rimmed and glossy, and your lashes clump together with wetness as choked sobs leave your lips.

blue collar! toji sits up immediately, ears perked like a dog who's distressed over the sound of his mate's agony, and his eyes lock in on you, his sweet baby, crying and holding a piece of paper shakily in your little hands.

blue collar! toji coos soothingly to you and gestures for you to come sit on his lap. It's what always helps you calm down. No matter what's happened to you, as long as Toji's got his beefy arms around you and his fingers in your mouth for him to suckle on, everything will be okay. Plus, lap time usually ends up with Toji bouncing you up and down on his cock until you feel better.

blue collar! toji guides you by the hips, big hands splayed over your flesh as he settles you on his thighs, parting your legs so you're straddling him just the way you both like it; with your legs over either side of his lap so that your hot core is pressed right against his bulge.

blue collar! toji pets your hair softly. "Why you cryin', baby? Somethin' bad happen at school? Just tell me who I needa beat up." Toji's brows furrow with concern as he holds you still, your little shoulders shaking with each sob that wracks your frame. He sets his beer down on the coffee table with a thud, his full attention now focused solely on you. Noticing you're still shaken and teary, he gently bounces you on his lap, trying to calm you down.

"That's it, sweetheart. Just like that," he coos, one hand coming up to cup your tear-stained cheek. He thumbs away the moisture, his calloused digit brushing off the tears from your soft, plump cheeks.

You sniffle, your nose rubbing against his palm as you lean into his touch. "T-the letter," you whimper, your voice small and fragile. "S-says... says I d-don't have enough credits to graduate school, Toji." You sob softly, plush lower lip wobbling as you cry into his hands. "I'm gonna h-have to repeat senior year!"

blue collar! toji's other hand slides down to your lower back, his fingers splaying possessively over the curve of your hip. He gives you a little squeeze, pulling you flush against him. You can feel the heat of his body seeping into you, the bulge of his cock pressing insistently against your core. "Hm."

blue collar! toji takes the crumpled paper from your hand, smoothing it out to read the news printed on it. His jaw clenches as he takes in the words, a flicker of interest in his eyes before it's quickly masked by a look of forced sympathy. "Aww, baby, that’s so sad," he drawls, eyes gleaming with something way too smug for the situation. His big hands coming to rest on your hips, fingers squeezing just enough to make you squirm. "Guess that means you’re stuck there for another year, huh?”

blue collar! toji is his little angel's biggest supporter; he tells you every day how no one could ever love you or care for you half as much as he does, but he can't help but think about how nice it is that you're being held back.

blue collar! toji likes to brag to his friends behind your back that he's got a ripe little eighteen year old high school girl as his girlfriend. They'd all been so jealous too. He told the boys at the auto-shop how you guys had met a few months after you became an adult, and how you were a little dummy that wasn't doing good in school and needed him to help you out in everything, and in return, he'd spoil you with gifts and fill you with his cum every night.

blue collar! toji is secretly elated that he can continue to brag about his little high school girlfriend. Toji starts rocking his hips, grinding his hardening cock against your covered pussy. You can feel the heat of him through the fabric, the thick outline of his cock throbbing with need.

"This is a good thing, princess. Now you don't have college taking away from the time I use to show you how much you mean to me," Toji's heart aches seeing his baby girl so upset, but he can't help the way his cock twitches in his jeans at the thought of keeping you all to himself for just a bit longer.

blue collar! toji gently helps you grind on his hardening bulge. "See?" He murmurs, "We wouldn't get our playtimes if you're so far away in a lil ol' dorm without me, ain’t that right, pretty baby?”

You nod softly “Mhm… I… I-i know,” you whine breathily, your voice soft and dreamy as you feel a pleasant friction against your pussy with each bump against his clothed bulge.

blue collar! toji praises you with a messy kiss to your lips, tongue swirling around yours. His hand rocking your hips back and forth against him while his other gently tugs your hair "That’s my girl, baby," He mumbles against your mouth, "Listenin’ so good. See? Don’t need any school to be my perfect lil lady.”

"Mmh... T-toji, want you inside," You keen into his mouth, tasting and sucking him in greedily, and he pulls back with a wet pop. He grins wickedly, loving the needy sound of your voice. He grips your hips tighter, grinding your clothed cunt hard against the rigid length of his cock. "Fuck, you need my dick that badly, baby? Need me to fill up this greedy lil pussy?"

blue collar! toji growls, already working open the button of his pants. His thick cock springs free, slapping against your stomach as it's released from its confines. It's already slick with precum and swollen from how you'd been grinding against him, the fat head flared and ready to stretch you out.

His fingers hook into the crotch of your panties and drag them to the side, exposing your dripping pussy to his hungry gaze. He circles your entrance with a finger, feeling how wet and ready you are. "Fuck, look at this sloppy little cunt. Gonna make such a mess outta you, princess..."

Slowly, keeping his eyes locked on yours, blue collar! toji starts to sink you down onto his thick cock. Your tight walls stretch obscenely around his girth as he fills you inch by inch.

"Unngh, fuck!" you whimper, back arching as he hilts inside you, your ass pressing against his lap as he puts every last bit of his swollen cock inside you. He's so far inside you that you feel like you're being split into, your little body struggling to take his cock.

blue collar! toji is a lot older than you, but hes much bigger than you in size. His beefy arms wrap completely around your little body, and his huge hand is the size of one of your plump ass cheeks. Perfect for him to smack and grope your butt when he fucks you. But toji's cock is where your size difference affects you the most.

blue collar! toji's cock fills you up so much that he has to ease it in you slow and steady until it fills you to the hilt, hitting that spongy spot inside you that makes your toes curl. "Take it, baby. Fuckin' take my big cock," Toji snarls, gripping your hips hard enough to bruise. He starts bouncing you on his lap, using your body to fuck himself in your tight cunt

The obscene schlick schlick schlick of Toji's cock plunging into your sopping little pussy echoes through the living room, mingling with your desperate moans. You dig your nails so hard into his shoulder that you leave angry red welts in his skin, needing to stay stable so you don't pass out on his thick fucking cock.

His thick shaft drags deliciously against your clinging walls with every thrust, stretching and filling you so completely as your head drops against his shoulder, ragged breaths wracking your body. "Hngh, T-toji..."

"Look at you, baby. Dumb little thing can’t even think straight, huh? What, too stupid to do anything but take what I give you? Bet you don’t even remember what had you cryin’ earlier. School? Grades? Pfft. Nothin’ in that pretty little head but me now, huh?"

blue collar! toji hilts inside you, grinding his cock up against your plush g-spot, stirring his tip against your sweet spot. To add to your overstimulation, he snakes his hand down to your pussy, rubbing lazy figure eights on your puffy clit.

You scream, gushing all over his cock quicker than you'd imagine. Your breath is ragged, sweat dripping down your temple as Toji uses your body for his pleasure, chasing his own release. The armchair creaks and shakes beneath you.

blue collar! toji's free hand roams your body greedily as he grinds your hips against his throbbing cock, squeezing the soft globes of your ass. He kneads the plump flesh, sinking his fingers into the supple skin as he guides your movements, urging you to grind harder against him. "Jus' like that mama, work those hips, it helps you forget bout everything bad."

He shoves his mouth against yours in a filthy kiss, invading your lips with his tongue as he pinches your clit, rocking you through your orgasm. Toji swallows your breathy moans, drinking in the sweet taste of your tongue.

"Mmmph, fuckin' hell," blue collar! toji curses against your lips, the rough pad of his thumb finding your sensitive clit. He rubs the swollen nub in firm circles, feeling it swell and throb beneath his touch. "Takin' my cock so good, kiddo."

With a sudden, hard thrust of his hips, he sheathes himself inside you to the hilt, bottoming out immediately.

"Oh fuck, Toji! You're so deep… so fucking deep inside me," you keen loudly, and your pleasure builds rapidly, the thick drag of his dick against your swollen walls clinging onto him with each pump inside you.

He shifts angles slightly, the head of his cock kissing your cervix with each deep thrust. The new position has him rubbing against a sensitive spot inside, sending jolts of electric pleasure zinging up your spine, and thats all it takes for you to clench around him and scream, squirting all over his cock for a second time.

blue collar! toji doesn't relent, fucking you through your high with short, sharp jabs of his hips. He chases his own pleasure, the thick length pulsing and throbbing inside your fluttering channel. With a harsh shout, he hilts deep, his cock jerking as he erupts.

"Fuck fuck fuuuuck!" blue collar! toji roars, flooding your pussy with what feels like gallons of hot, thick cum. He grinds against your spongy cervix, painting your insides white with his seed. You feel the scorching heat of it, the weight of his heavy balls pressed against your ass as he empties himself inside you.

blue collar! toji presses feather light kisses against your temple, fat dick still inside you. He plans to cockwarm you for the night and dream about keeping you all to himself as his sweet baby forever.

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[jacktheeldergod2]

I'm just answering all of this right now

1 Satoru Gojo,Dio Brando

2 both lighters and matches are cool. I don't smoke

3 no

4 I believe that bigfoot sightings were just other primates. There is a confirmed case where a "bigfoot" was an orangutan. Similarly in some places on the world there are primates on cold biomes,there could've been ones with gigantism,making an irl yeti. I also want to believe unicorns existed cause come on. Giraffes are real but horses with a horn/antler and a goat's goatee are too far fetched? Let's not lose hope about that myth

5 my eyes are brown

6 why not?

7 only tried hair ties so them I guess

8 2 water bottles

9 I don't drink coffee it tastes like shit

10 of course

11 masturbation

12 it's a good day

13 like three hours ago when I had breakfast

14 who doesn't?

15 I'm 18 why the fuck would I get someone pregnant or adopt?

16 no I infact hate cars deeply

17 my vision is healthy

18 keratine gel thingy

19 I can try but I ain't done it before

20 soda

21 I didn't have that. The host of the body died and I'm a replacement. I was born when this body was 12,I've never known childhood

22 angry and only comfortable when with loved ones or alone. Bit of a shut-in really. If you mean philosophically,I am a hedonist

23 love chilly weather

24 depends on who the person that would send this ask would be. Either talking to the and drinking,doing the person,or throwing the person off the roof to keep the alcohol to myself

25 no. Use deodorant but that's it

26 murdering someone. Many people,many times,many situations,multiple times each

27 like 2.5 hours

28 in what context? If I'm sick yes ig but this question is vague as fuck

29 boiling

30 yeah

31 who wants to be kept grounded? Being grounded in reality is painful

32 no

33 trying to not beat one of my classmates to death. The daily struggle

34 I'm not sure probably not

35 somewhere in greece

36 once here once on discord

37 I haven't been the host of this body that long,before me was Constantine. So that's impossible

38 I dunno lavender?

39 I tear of my lip skin everytime it regrows,I'm not using lip balm. It'd probably infect the half regrown lip skin

40 no

41 I don't

42 the godforsaken chatroom

43 nice

44 all political leaders. Everywhere. Trump first

45 partially

46 the grinch

47 I dunno

48 like 4 years ago

49 no

50 yes. This goes for everyone

here’s weirder asks

who is/are your comfort character(s)?

lighter or matches?

do you leave the window open at night?

which cryptyd being do you believe in?

what color are your eyes?

why did you do that?

hair-ties or scrunchies?

how many water bottles are in your room right now?

which do you prefer, hot coffee or cold coffee?

would you slaughter the rich?

favorite extracurricular activity?

what kind of day is it?

when was the last time you ate?

do you love the smell of earth after it rains?

are you a parent? (all answers qualify)

can you drive?

are you farsighted or nearsighted?

what hair products do you use?

imagine we’re at a sleepover, would you paint my nails?

do you say soda or pop?

something you’ve kept since childhood?

what type of person are you?

how do you feel about chilly weather?

if we were together on a rooftop, what would we be doing?

perfume/body spray or lotion?

a scenario that you’ve replayed multiple times?

about how many hours of sleep did you get?

do you wear a mask?

how do you like your shower water?

is there dishes in your room?

what type of music keeps you grounded?

do you have a favorite towel?

the last adventure you’ve been on?

is there a song you know every word to by heart?

what’s your timezone?

how many times have you changed your url?

someone in your life, other than a relative, you’ve known for 10+ years?

a soap bar that smells good?

do you use lip balm?

did you have any snacks today?

how do you take your coffee?

an app you frequently use besides this godforsaken site?

what’s your take on spicy foods?

you get a free pass to kill anyone, who is it?

can you remember what happened yesterday?

favorite holiday film?

what was the last message you sent?

when did you first try an alcohol beverage?

can you skip rocks?

can i tag you in random stuff?

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Hey, Grim’a new grovvy is good but you should take a closer look at Leona in that grovvy art😏

Oh, that's right! The groovy for SSR Blazing Jewel Grim is out today. Let's take a loo--

*squints*

Oh my god, Idia's doing the Hades fiery double thumbs up pose, Azul's holding out his mic as if it's a pen for you to sign a contract with, Jamil's in the back being demure and mindful he finally usurped Kalim to be with the other OBs/j... I don't think I caught any Easter eggs in the other characters, but I do have to comment that Vil looks like a completely different character when viewed at this angle and Grim's face is a little wonky www The overall framing is nice; with Riddle and Malleus having more traditional "idol" poses on either side, it helps center the Board Game Club boys (who have comparatively more subdued poses) flanking Grim. Jamil being demure also helps with that centering, as Vil and Leona's mic are both kinda angled to draw attention to him.

... Speaking of Leona 💀

I hate how cool he looks OTL It's so effortless too... that one hand in the pocket let he couldn't be bothered to bring it out for a grander pose; that imperious energy still comes through in how he composes himself. His expressions too... with his eyes cast downward and his mouth a little more curved than Riddle's (YES I CHECKED WHAT OF IT), it results in a slightly sultry mysterious look. ALSO YOU DIDN'Y T HEAR THIS FROM M EBUT I STARED AT HIS CHEST FOR WAY TOO LONG TRYING TO DETERMINE IF WHAT WAS STICIKING OUT FROM HIS SHIRT WAS JUST THE SHAPE OF HIS COLALRBONE OR IF IT WAS BOOB… IT IS, iN FACT, BOOB

HAPPY 5TH ANNIVERSARY, I GUESS????? 😭 aegkfvwuofutDOVAIoauvF I. Was not planning to roll for Blazing Jewel Grim at all, but... now I'm reconsidering that decision... OTL

[spaceycat]

bucky being a human furnace is so canon, right now im mainly going to be posting drabbles because shit be crazy rn and my schedule is FILLED TO THE BRIM... so we're going on a small little tiny hiatus. enjoy this drabble lovelies <3

this is a fluffy fic!! i'm too tired to write smut and i just needed this rn 😭

⋆★⋆ human furnace ⋆★⋆

♫ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: dream a little dream of me by the mamas and the papas (3:14)

You were naturally cold, always wearing multiple layers even when it's reasonably warm outside, a blanket always wrapped around you and the heater cranked so high - but that soon backfired on you.

It was the middle of winter, it was actively snowing outside - the streets being flooded with white snow upon parked cars and the side of the icey street outside your apartment. The problem was:

Your heater was broken.

There was nothing you could do about it, you had no mechanical skills and in a way you would make it worse than what it already was. Every mechanical service was down or busy for the holidays, so you just had to sit in your kitchen - using your oven as a makeshift heater while you were drowning in jumpers and blankets.

That's when you heard your front door unlocked, that's when you dragged your phone out from the many layers on top of you - realising the time, the time that Bucky said he would be over to deal with some work with you and just.. hang out? His text messages are confusing sometimes, but you couldn't expect much from the guy who was born during the 1910's.

And that guy was very much in your apartment now, and you're sitting on the floor in your kitchen like some idiot - you pushed the blankets off of you, creating a lump of fabric in the corner of your kitchen as you quickly checked your reflection in the window above your sink, running into your living room and Bucky was there, taking off his jacket and scarf that was covered lightly in snow. He took note of your shivering and the sheer amount of sweaters and hoodies you had on.

"It looks like you just went into a snow storm y'know." "My body is my own personal snow storm." "Mm.." He just simply hummed at that, placing his messenger bag on your couch before he walked over to you - wrapping his arms around you, his warmth surrounding you.

You weren't particularly expecting to do this, or for him to be this warm. You knew he was naturally warm, from light accidental touches or him placing a hand on the back of your chair instinctively. You silently thanked the super-soldier serum that most likely made him the human furnace that he is.

You leaned into his warmth instinctively, wrapping your arms around him in return after a moment. "You're freezing." "I thought you knew that." "I do now.. it finally makes sense why you're wearing jumpers even in summer." You'd pull back from him, his hand resting loosely around your waist. "My heater is shot, had to resort to desperate things." You tilted your head towards the kitchen in a gesture of the blankets on the ground. "Heater's shot?" He raised a brow at you. "Mhm." "Get yourself some tea.. or just-- something, I guess. I'll fix it." "Buck-- you don't have to." "If it means that I won't have to see you shivering all the time, I'll happily do it."

You eventually returned with a cup of tea, the heat from the mug cupped in your hand slowly warming it up from the cold. In the otherhand, a metal box hopefully containing all the tools that Bucky can do to fix your heater.

He took it from you with a simple "Thanks", you watched him tinker with the machine for awhile - it was definitely a sight you could get used to, your hand keeping your head up as you lean against the arm chair of your couch that let you have the perfect view of Bucky. You felt so warm from his presence it almost cured your temperature dilemma.

After a short while, the familiar humming of the heater started up again. Bucky stood up, closing the box of tools - setting it on the coffee table next you. The soft clang bringing you out of your thoughts. "All done." He sat down beside you, a short sigh coming from his lips as he sat. You looked over to him muttering a "Thank you.", a desperate plea in your eyes for him to hold you close again. He looked at you, a small grin forming on his face as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders pulling you closer to him.

You rested your head on his chest, nuzzling into him a little bit more. His hand that was wrapped around your shoulder was now playing with your hair a small amount, almost as it was normal for him to.

You've been working on the heater since the early hours of the morning, it driving you out of your sleep - so it wasnt a surprise for you to slowly fall asleep against the warmth of the man that was Bucky Barnes.

As he heard your soft breaths, he grabbed the blanket wrapped over the couch that was nonetheless a result of your attempt at keeping yourself warm and draped it over you - placing a soft kiss on the crown of your head. Holding you forever closer as he heard the rain slowly fall outside. He could get used to this too.

[mixingandmelting]

Hey! So kinda new here but I LOVED your take on how they would react to their s/o thinking Damian's adorable. Everytime he comes up I get in full protective older sister mode and it is so hard to find fics like that (kinda thinking about writing it myself). But I would really love to see how do you think it would be for Damian to meet his brothers' partners and actually get along with them.

All his life he's been mostly surrounded by terribly traumatized people who seem to be allergic to express their feelings (most of the times at least), it's always been hard for him to actually be a kid. So I think that maybe meeting a person he can trust, is kind of mentally stable and just fun to talk to would actually allow him to let his guard down a bit. Not saying he would act fully like a child bc you know ✨️trauma✨️ but idk I guess it would be interesting to see him feeling safe and not needing to prove himself or put on the whole "I'm not a kid" act

Anyway, english is not my first language so I do apologize if that paragraph is just a big mess and hopefully you could actually understand my rambling, sorry about that too.

A/N: treating it as a prequel to the aforementioned post here!

w/ Dick:

He heard about you. From Oracle, Steph, Tim, even Jon. Yet despite what they told him, he held no expectations for you. Just with Starfire, he saw you as temporary, a flame soon to be put out like his brother’s other exes. 

And he made sure to let you, meeting you for the first time in the Manor when the two of you coincidentally are left alone to chill in the living room on your day visiting the place. 

“I hope you realize you’re not Richard’s first nor will you be his last.” The teen states. His eyes never leave the page he’s currently on regarding the etiology of cows as he sits on the couch across from you. 

“And?” 

…And? 

He continues to insult you, questioning if you were truly unable to comprehend what he’s trying to get at only to suddenly find himself debating with you about what Batcow’s breed could possibly be. 

“You can’t rule out all dairy cattle when certain breeds are also brought to the slaughter house.” 

“That’s true but considering her size, she would be leaning towards beef cattle. Also there are certain breeds that have the red and white coat like hers.” 

How it happens, he doesn’t know. Especially when his goal was to exert his superiority, doing everything he can to get under your skin to show he’s above you. But you don’t bat an eyelash to anything he says. Rather, you’re wanting to know more about him, responding to him how you would respond to anyone else who is similar age as you. 

And it seems like he isn’t the only one to have realized how quickly he’s gotten comfortable with you once you got dragged out for a “girls talk” by the girls. Whatever that is. 

“I thought you didn’t want to get along?” Dick asks, entering the room and plopping himself right next to the youngest Bat. 

“More like your s/o is either non-human or can manipulate the mind.” Damian scowls and swats at the offending hand that attempts to ruffle his hair. 

But even without the knowing smirk the eldest shoots at him, he knows that isn’t the case. 

So when you promise you’d bake sweets whenever the two of you meet, he takes you up for it. Now he uses it to his advantage to annoy his older sibling whenever he comes over to visit, enjoying how the eldest son of the family miserably sulks for having your attention taken away from him. 

w/ Jason:

It’s either you’re a saint or lacking a brain. That’s what he assumes when the eldest of the family yells to everyone in the Batcave that their second oldest brother, the trouble-maker and black sheep of the family, had finally found himself a significant other.

He most definitely didn’t expect you to be… collected and reserved when he casually breaks into Todd’s unit to demand for assistance (it’s not him needing help), only for his eyes to meet wide and surprise yours. 

“Who are you?”

“Uh, I should be the one to say that to you.  Not the other way around buddy.”

Shots are fired, both sides fully suspicious of each other with him trying to exert dominance while you manage to counter and land hits of your own in the battle of words. And to the bitter end, he will never admit how he’s thrown off guard and has his pride extremely hurt at the very start, your eyes’ glint and your voice vocalizing recognition as whom, what Todd apparently refers to him as, “the pain in the ass” before he was able to realize you’re the s/o Richard had been talking about (the argument he gives later on after gloating to family how he was the first to actually to meet you was how he didn’t think Todd would be dating someone normal considering all his history with others and hook-ups). 

As it should be known when putting two stubborn people in the same room, it’s either go big or go home. That’s why he sits down at the table and drinks the cup of tea you place in front of him. The one that you made in the midst of the verbal argument which “only” you refuse to back down despite there already being a winner. Not because you give him snacks and you’re decent with steeping tea with loose leaf tea. 

The argument shifts to gossiping, and soon, Jason arrives while the two of you spill the tea with each other regarding the latest Batfamily’s love-drama. 

“Oh, you’re back!” 

The way Damian nearly does a double take at the sight of the man genuinely smiling with joy, captivation, and enamor though it only lasts for a second at him noticing who else was sitting at the table with you. He’s glad to say the least he’s able to find someone he could gossip about his family’s dilemma with romance while gleefully able to get at the man for all the times his buttons were pushed. 

w/ Tim:

Trust Drake to keep you hidden for this long, successfully in completely masking your presence from the whole family. He didn’t even know you existed, nonetheless Drake having a significant other in general,  leaving him to quite literally not have an opinion on you. 

The only way he finds out is the person in question kissing who he now knows is you purely by accident where the two of you were in the middle of a date and he was subbing in for patrol. He had the biggest grin when witnessing all this as he realized he just got his hand on his nemesis’ biggest weakness (he does make a face at the public display of affection though). And what better way to cement it by finding out more about you. 

As per tradition, the first thing he does is follow you to where you live. Then proceed to break in and wait for you to come home the following week. 

“You’re Drake’s significant other?” 

“What the fuc-fudge, why is there a kid in my apartment?!” 

He gets fed up and presses harder with the interrogation as you won’t stop calling him kid, kiddo, bud, and worst of all: sport. He’ll give it to you how you don’t easily bend to peer-pressure, keeping the playing field even and leveled where you ask him back questions of your own. But he doesn’t fall for your tactics to sidetrack him when offering refreshments and beverages. 

What’s your relation with Timothy Jackson Drake, how long have you known him, where did you meet him. The strange part is how you answer them truthfully. Sure you keep to the barebones, which he would ask a follow up if he deems as “important” but now he’s questioning Drake’s tastes in people, wondering if the latter is into those without awareness. 

“You do realize you’re giving out information to someone you just met, right?” He crosses his arms, an eyebrow raised. It’s not out of concern for the two of you, he’s merely mocking how weak the relationship seems to be. He tilts his head when you suddenly look sheepish, almost bashful. 

“Well…about that…” 

It’s starting then things don’t go as planned. One, you had already known about him as the “demon spawn” who had taken the position of Robin.  And two, the two of you start bonding over knowing your BF’s most humiliating moments.

It gives Damian the greatest satisfaction to see how his sibling’s facial expression falls into horror as he slams the door open only to see him in the middle of writing notes on the one story of how he attempted to skate through the rain to impress you and fail.

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I could ramble on about JerryRigEverything being a spineless centrist who whined about people "disrespecting" Donald Trump after his midhandling of COVID-19 got millions of Americans needlessly killed, but I'll save it. I wanna point out that the first tweet is a blatant lie. As of writing this (March 2025), Tesla has only opened their Supercharger Network up to:

Ford [2 EV Models]

General Motors (Chevrolet [4], GMC [2], Buick [0], Cadillac [2])

Volvo [4] (Polestar [2])

Rivian [2]

Lucid [1*]

Mercedes-Benz [5]

Nissan [1*]

*These automakers have multiple models (past and present), but only their latest model is currently able to use the Supercharger Network.

NOTE: Also, I excluded non-passenger vehicles because (if I'm not mistaken) Tesla's Supercharger agreement with other automakers strictly prohibits commercial vehicle charging. Therefore, I didn't count vehicles like the Ford e-Transit, Rivian EDV, Mercedes-Benz eSprinter, Nissan e-NV200, etc.)

On top of that, however, Tesla uses their formerly proprietary NACS plug at their Superchargers. However (as of March 2025), the vast majority of EVs for sale right now still use the former universal standard (and more capable and independently controlled) CCS1. Therefore, in order to charge at a Tesla Supercharger you need an adapter (on top of having a compatible car). Some automakers retroactively provide 1 free per vehicle. Others charge over $200 for it. So Tesla Superchargers aren't viable for everyone.

Ford is the automaker who has had access longest. They first gained access in February 2024 (a little over 1 year ago).

Mercedes-Benz is is the automaker who gained access most recently in February 2025 (a little over 1 month ago).

So, no, burning Tesla Superchargers to the ground (in North America) does not hurt EVs in general. The vast majority of EV owners are still using native CCS1 stations like Electrify America and ChargePoint (among plenty others). Most EV owners are already accustomed to a world without Tesla Superchargers. By far the primary customer at a Tesla Supercharger are Tesla vehicles.

Also, a lot of EV owners probably don't even know they have Supercharger access since it was a retroactively provided thing. And of those that do, some may choose to not go to Superchargers. Whether it be because of the Nazi whose pockets the charging session will fill, or because the only way to charge at a Tesla Supercharger in a non-Tesla vehicle is by signing up for a Tesla account, logging in, paying, and starting the session via the Tesla app.

Also-also, the only non-Tesla vehicles that are currently on sale with an NACS Plug are... the 2025 Lucid Gravity and Hyundai Ioniq 5.

So half of the non-Tesla EVs that could charge at a Supercharger are from a manufacturer that doesn't even have access yet. (The other, is an ultra-luxury, high-price, SUV from a startup who is just now starting deliveries in 2025).

Not to mention, Superchargers are 400 Volts, and the Ioniq 5 & Gravity are vehicles with 800 Volt batteries.

So, an Electrify America station can charge them at 250 and 350 kW, restively, (which enables Hyundai's advertised 18 minute charging time).

At a Tesla Supercharger, the vehicles have to step down the voltage with an on-board inverter. As a result, the Ioniq 5 can only charge at 150 kW, and the Gravity at 250 kW.

So guess which one drivers are probably gonna favor on road trips.

Tesla Superchargers also aren't equipped to deal with non-Tesla vehicles. All Teslas have their charge port on the driver-side, rear. Other EVs have them all over the place. Because Tesla's Superchargers only accounted for their vehicles, the cables are too short to reach some vehicles, making it impossible for certain vehicles to charge at a Supercharger.

And finally: NOT ALL SUPERCHARGERS SUPPORT NON-TESLA VEHICLES

Tesla has multiple versions of Superchargers. V1 and V2 are Tesla-only. Period. They cannot speak the CCS protocol. Therefore, they don't support non-Teslas at all.

V3 Superchargers can. These are the chargers that non-Teslas can use... However, not all of them support that. In areas of high traffic volume, Tesla artificially locks out non-Tesla vehicles from using these stations.

V4 Superchargers are a planned future installation. They have longer cables and support 800V charging to address compatibility issues... However, they don't exist yet because Elon Musk fired his entire Supercharging development team after the woman in charge refused to lay off more people in her team... so boohoo.

Holding up snarky signs doesn't seem to be working.

For me, it isn't about whether this action is appropriate or not. It's about how this kind of action is inevitable.

I'm going to let Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. explain in a quote no one seems to post during his annual holiday.

"It is not enough for me to stand before you tonight and condemn riots. It would be morally irresponsible for me to do that without, at the same time, condemning the contingent, intolerable conditions that exist in our society. These conditions are the things that cause individuals to feel that they have no other alternative than to engage in violent rebellions to get attention. And I must say tonight that a riot is the language of the unheard. And what is it America has failed to hear?"

If you only speak up about a supercharger catching fire and ignore the unheard, you are prioritizing a thing over people.

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secret rhymes - 51. understanding the misunderstandings

a/n: my dialogue chunks are never this long and it irks me but it had to be done lololol + not proofread oooo

"come over "

you stare at the notification for two seconds before shooting up out of bed. the thought of seeing hanni is both thrilling and terrifying; you've been waiting to see her all day, your fingers constantly fidgeting with one another, legs tapping up and down during your class, and your mind had been running in laps.

maybe it was a bad idea to leave the house in a crewneck, your cap, and old gym shorts from grade six without anything else but your phone and dorm keys in your pocket—because after you get off the bus, it starts to pour.

you hadn't second-guessed or overthought before leaving, but maybe you should've. the walk from the stop to hanni's place is less than ten minutes, five if you put your mind to it. you pray that you'll get there in less than five if you run fast enough through the relentless raindrops that attack your skin.

—

hanni opens the door and doesn't have time to put on a calm, unbothered facade. you're standing in front of her breathless, soaked, and seemingly unfazed when your eyes meet.

in no time, hanni grabs you by the wrist, pulling you inside.

"y/n," hanni says as her brows furrow into worry. her voice is just as wonderful as you can remember. she pulls on your wrist again, leading you to her room and grabbing a towel as soon as she steps in. "you're soaked! you should’ve—"

"i don't care." you respond, voice a little breathy. your heart pounds at your chest for a reason that doesn't have anything to do with sprinting to hanni's place.

she sighs, reaching over to place the towel over your head and pat your face dry. she pats your cheek softly and you two make eye contact—your heart sinks to your stomach and mingles with the butterflies that flutter around.

"you're going to catch a cold, you idiot." she mutters, "let me get you a change of clothes—hyein's clothes might fit you."

you smile, trying to crack the tension by adding, "yeah, I think anything of yours would turn into a crop top if I were to wear them."

hanni fails to fight the smile, rolling her eyes and stepping out the room.

you take the minute by yourself to take a breather. the chill from the rain suddenly hits and you shiver, now draping the towel hanni gave you around your shoulders. you look around her room, scanning the vinyls on her shelf, her movie posters, and the pictures on her desk. there's some of her members, family, and even half of a polaroid hidden under a deck of cards that looks oddly familiar. you swear that's a picture of you—

"here." hanni steals your attention by throwing a hoodie and sweats your way. "the hoodie is mine. hyein stole it because it's oversized and fits her... it should fit you too."

"right, okay."

"okay." hanni responds, standing there awkwardly and trying to avoid eye contact. "I'll let you change, so just say something or open the door when you're done."

"okay."

"okay."

a short amount of time passes before you open the door for hanni again, and hanni hates how easy you make it to appeal to her. you look ridiculously cute in her hoodie, and your hair is tousled from being dried and wow hanni hates you so much for being, well, you.

she moves over to sit on the edge of her bed, eyes searching yours. "okay," she says, voice quieter now. "explain."

you inhale sharply, fidgeting with your fingers as you sit down next to her on the bed. you look at her—really look at her. there's hurt in her eyes, uncertainty, and hesitation—it makes something inside you ache.

"i really didn't mean to hurt you," you say, voice thick with emotion. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything, for lying to you, and for being an idiot."

hanni doesn't say anything, she just stares and listens.

you take a deep breath, heart beating hard. "it was lauren," you explain, "she—she set me up. the pictures, everything. she wanted it to look like we were together again to mess with my reputation and image."

hanni's eyes widen, but she stays quiet, letting you continue.

"she's my ex." you confess. "not a lot of people know that—only yunjin and two of my other friends. i never told you because... well, she's not out or anything and I have morals. but I was also scared of how you'd react. i didn't want you to think I was hiding something, I don't know. i just—i didn't know how to bring it up and felt that lying to you was better than saying i had to see someone like her." you swallow hard. "she hurt me. badly. she's the motive for like, half of my songs, it's pretty bad. things broke off really poorly, mainly because she cheated on me, but I guess everything was just so... off. and when i found out she was in the city, when she texted me—i had to see her. i had to hear from her myself, to at least get some closure. that's where i went that day, to see her. but i should have told you the truth. i should have never lied to you."

your voice cracks slightly as you look down at the floor again, and you exhale sharply. "I never meant for any of this to happen. i never wanted to hurt you. you mean so much to me, as a friend, as a person, you know? i love you, truly. we met and I felt like we were meant to run into each other so spontaneously at hybe and at the convenience store that night." you meet her gaze again, eyes pleading, almost glossy. "I just want things to be okay again."

hanni doesn't utter a single word. she just stares at you like she's been doing the whole time, taking it all in. then, in an instant, she moves forward and wraps her arms around you.

you freeze for a moment before melting into her embrace, the warmth of her body against your cold, damp skin making you shiver. she smells like flowers and vanilla and the scent washes the tension that keeps your whole body stiff.

"i didn't mean to hurt you, really." you mumble. "I'm sorry."

"no," hanni murmurs. "i'm sorry for being so ignorant y/n. i should've let you explain the first time, I should've trusted you. I'm so, so sorry."

the hug tightens, and for a moment, it feels like everything is okay again. neither of you say anything for a while. there's no need to.

eventually, the tension in the room lightens. you both settle on her bed, catching up, letting out breathy laughs as everything fades back into what was before.

you're sitting cross-legged on her bed now scrolling through the files on your phone. "I made something new," you say shyly, hesitating before you hand it to hanni. she's lying on her stomach beside you, smiling before she presses play to listen to your unreleased snippet.

her eyes widen with excitement. "no way," she breathes, lighting up visibly. "this is so good. oh my god?"

you grin, watching her expression. "yeah?"

"i love it," she laughs as she sits up, nudging your shoulder. "I missed this. i missed you."

your heart clenches, but it's a good kind of ache. different from before. "me too.'

but then, reality seeps in. you glance at the digital clock on hanni's desk, sighing. "it's late. i have to get going soon."

hanni frowns but nods. "yeah, before minji hunts you down."

"does she hate me?"

"a bit." hanni mutters, "quite much at the moment."

you purse a smile. "harsh." then you laugh, standing up.

hanni leads you to the entrance of the dorm and you two smile at each other like idiots. it's like nothing had ever happened.

you pull at the collar of hanni's hoodie that you have on and your smile widens. "this is really comfy, by the way. i might have to keep it."

hanni rolls her eyes. "no. if you don't come back to return my clothes, then there's no excuse for you to come back."

"who said i need an excuse to come back and see you?" you respond cheekily.

"well," hanni begins, "you better be back." she teases, pulling you in for one last hug before letting you go.

you give her one last wave before heading out the door, closing it behind you softly. when you're out of view, hanni stares at the door for a few seconds before opening it again, grabbing an umbrella before leaving the dorm.

you've only made it a few steps down the hall, and when you hear the door opening you turn around. hanni's rushing toward you with an umbrella in her hand, handing it to you quickly.

and before you can react, she leans in, brushing the softest kiss against your cheek and your heart stops.

"if you get sick i'll kill you," she says with a visible flush on her cheeks. "night, y/n."

you feel a heat on the tip of your ears, then it spreads to your cheeks and makes your lips turn upward.

she leaves before you can even respond.

you press a hand to your cheek, warmth spreading through your chest and it might just rival the chill that lingers from the rain.

—

inside, minji stands by the hallway, arms crossed, an unimpressed look on her face.

hanni barely makes it two steps to the couch before minji levels her with a stare. "seriously? at this hour? now?"

hanni sighs. "minji, let me—"

"no. i get it," minji interrupts. "you're soft for her. but hanni, she hurt you—"

"she didn't," hanni corrects firmly.

minji blinks, tilting her head.

hanni exhales. "she explained everything. nothing was what we thought. i—i should've let her explain from the start."

minji's brows furrow, her expression softening. "she... really didn't mean all this?"

"it was a misunderstanding." hanni begins, "i can't say much other than the fact that it was a set-up. that girl she was with, lauren, she's not someone y/n is fond with. a... matter of the past, I guess."

minji exhales, rubbing the back of her neck. "damn. i was really holding onto that grudge, too."

hanni laughs, nudging her. "you can still glare at her if you want."

minji chuckles, then sighs. "i'll text her."

hanni smiles. "good." she says, because things finally feel right again.

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When Steph's body heat leaves his lap, Eddie can suddenly feel how unpleasant his underwear has became. He picks at the fabric around his thighs, inspecting damage, and is grateful that he hasn't through soaked to his sweatpants. Yet. 

"Do you need something to change into? You can take a shower, too," Steph offers, looking him over without shame while she's adjusting her hair. 

Eddie manages a glance in her direction. On one hand, he lives in the same building, but on another, he'd prefer to be as inconspicuous as possible. 

"I think Wayne would be suspicious if I took a shower here," he huffs after a quick calculation.

"Oh. Is he... not supposed to know?" she asks, frowning but not looking at him. Eddie frowns right back. 

"Uh, no. I just don't want to hear any more teasing from him. He's been very, uh... supportive of the idea."

"Really?" 

"Yeah, he's been pushing me to make a move from the start. Actually..." He hums, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "Do you think he offered my help with the cats on purpose?" 

She lets out a surprised laugh. 

"Maybe. Like an evil mastermind!"

"And he's been planting seeds all along! Talking about you all the time!" 

Steph makes a phone sign with her fingers and lowers her voice. "Son, there's this nice lady in my complex, great hair, totally single. Anyway, how is school?"

They laugh at that, though the idea isn't completely implausible. 

"Well, I have the parent's blessing for once, I guess," she chuckles wistfully. "For now, at least."

"What, you think he'd change his mind?" Eddie asks, for a moment ignoring the mess around his dick to turn towards her. 

"A lot of people do." Steph shrugs, like it's not a huge deal. 

"You mean because you're trans?" Eddie's brows furrow further. "I don't think he cares. Well, he does, but in a protective way."

"He knows?" Her eyes go wide and she tenses up, so Eddie quickly puts a hand on her arm to placate her. 

"Or he has a strong suspicion! He's been very ominous about it, but if he's been to your place and saw the same photos I did, well..." He rubs his thumb over her elbow. "And you two talk a lot. Wayne might not share much himself, but he's a good listener. He's good at picking up stuff."

Steph breathes deeply. 

"And you think he's fine with that?" she looks for confirmation.

They might have not talked about it, but Eddie knows his uncle quite well, and the way he spoke of his favorite neighbor was always genuine and friendly. 

"Yes," he says with conviction. "His biggest worry seems to be how the world has been treating you." 

She doesn't say anything, just seeks out his hand as she turns away, hair falling over her eyes so he wouldn't see the emotions in them. 

"Your uncle is a treasure," she says, gripping his hand for comfort. He'd love to offer her a hug instead, but he'd prefer to do it a little more cleaned up. 

"Yeah, I got lucky with him," he agrees, squeezing her hand back. "Now, uh, sorry to kill the moment, but you've mentioned I could borrow something to wear? Like clean underwear, perhaps?" He smiles hopefully, batting his eyelashes at her. 

She shakes her head with a smile.

"Sure. Let's go." She pulls him up by their joined hands, and when she doesn't let go and guides him towards her room, his stomach swoops. It's been a while since a girl led him to her bedroom like that.

He's instructed to close his eyes as she rummages through the panty drawer, looking for something suitable. 

"I hope you don't mind the color. These are relatively new, since I only wear boxers on lazy or bad days."

Sensing she's in front of him now, Eddie opens his eyes and is presented with a light pink tartan fabric. He chuckles. 

"Pink is the new black, right?" he says as he takes the boxers. "Want to use the bathroom first?" he asks, since he's a gentleman and a guest in Steph's home.

She shakes her head. 

"I'm good, don't worry about it."

Eddie frowns.

"Are you sure? I can—"

"Eddie," she interrupts him and he immediately closes his mouth. Steph's looking to his left and her cheeks are tinged pink so he turns up his ears to maximum hearing. "I don't... come like that anymore. My body doesn't produce it anymore, sometimes I won't even get it fully hard. A lot of things are... different," she makes a face as she confesses. Again, like it's a bad thing. 

"Well, I'm excited to learn. Especially after today."

He wiggles his eyebrows as she looks at him again, and she huffs in amusement, pushing him out of the bedroom.  

"Go clean up, you dork."

Once his dick is clean and his boxers are all wet from washing them in the sink, Eddie inspects his ass. The mirror is big enough that if he steps back, he can see all the way down to his thighs. He turns this way and that, lifts his shirt up.

"I think I'm digging the pink!" he yells through the bathroom door, before pulling his sweats back on. After putting his underwear on the radiator to dry, he walks back out to join Steph on the couch. They still have beers to finish. 

"Can I see it?" she asks before he can sit back down. 

"Huh?"

"The boxers." Her eyes shine in the glow of the TV.

"Uh, yeah." Eddie doesn't know why he's suddenly feeling this shy, after they've just climaxed on each other's laps, humping like animals. He toys with the hem of his sweats, feeling the heavy weight of Steph's gaze on his hands, before he digs his thumbs in and slides them down, the elastic catching on his soft dick. 

"It does suit you."

When he looks at her, her hungry eyes are trained on the pink boxers and his exposed thighs. 

"Turn around."

Eddie does so without question, feeling only slightly awkward as the sweats slide down to his ankles. 

"Nice ass," she compliments, and he feels his cheeks flush. It's not something he hears often.

"You don't think it's flat an pathetic?" he asks half-jokingly.

She hums thoughtfully. 

"Hm, I don't know. Bend down for me? Pull your sweats back up."

Eddie's dick twitches pathetically even though it won't be getting back up anytime soon. He bends in half, feeling exposed like never before despite wearing underwear, and slowly slides his pants back up, covering the goods. As he turns back to face her, Steph reaches out to tug him closer, hands sliding from his waist to cup his ass. 

"I think you have a nice, round handful," she smiles up at him. "It looks better in these than the jeans."

"Thank you," he says, quiet and meek like he's not used to. Maybe she could take care of him too, maybe they could take care of each other. 

"Thank you. For letting me see it," she says, smile wide. "And touch it." Her fingers dip into the meat of his ass, making his hips sway forward. She pulls him onto her lap this time and slots their mouths together, making out in the dim living room as the TV plays on in the background, forgotten. 

That night, he leaves the place later than usual, walking down the stairs of the empty building feeling like he's living outside of the narrative. Everyone else is sleeping in their own beds, and he walks from one flat to another like he can't find his place in the world. He's renting one in Indianapolis, too.

Eddie suddenly feels smaller than he's felt in a long time. Tiny in the world full of people, minuscule in the distance between Hawkins and Indy. The life he thought he's grabbed on to, seems distant and surreal. Like this little town is a black hole of time and space that he's fallen into yet again after escaping it for college. 

When he walks into the empty apartment, Wayne is snoring behind the closed doors of his bedroom. Knowing that going to bed will only bring more weird feelings, Eddie lights a cigarette on the balcony and spends an hour inside a book, reading and exploring alien worlds until his eyelids are heavier than his thoughts. 

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[teriri-sayes]

Reactions to The Light's Chapter 419

Brief summary: GoD talks more with Cale. Cale wakes up 3 days later.

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Today was an info dump.

GoC turned GoD's upper body gray, and God of War (GoW) cut off GoD's arm.

GoW confirmed to be on GoC's side.

Long ago, God of Justice (GoJ) hired the First Wanderer (FW) on a mission to find a way to "annihilate a god."

GoJ went into hiding amidst the chaos that ensued when GoB and GoC fought.

GoJ left a note that read, "The God Realm is filled with injustice. I will strike down the hammer of justice."

GoD only realized what FW's mission was when GoD found his own name on the Death List.

GoJ was not on any god's side, and worked independently.

But FW was working with both GoC and GoJ.

That part about GoJ was a surprise. But poor GoD. I guess after Cale met GoC and prevented their descent, GoC dragged GoW with them in anger and the two both beat up GoD because GoD was the "mastermind" behind Cale.

There was also info about King Zed Crossman. GoD figured out that Zed was in the game world, and was growing sure of it as the game world became more real. The fact that Cale met GoD in his dream despite being unconscious in the game world was further proof that the game world turning real.

Now, for some First Wanderer stuff.

FW was as old or nearer the time of the ancient gods.

FW only did missions for the ancient gods.

He was said to be both strong and smart.

FW rejected godhood because he had other goals.

FW became the head of the Five Colored Bloods.

The omnipotent god plan was just a step towards his real goal.

GoD said that FW was already there before he became a god. But something about FW made me and several Koreans in Kakao come up with some crazy theory about him.

“But they say he's pretty strong, with a 100% success rate on all his missions, except for his last mission before he disappeared.” The God of Death paused, then added. “And clever, he is more clever than strong.” The God of Death paused again and stared at Cale. “Why?” Cale asked with a sour face, and the God of Death smiled. “Nothing. Anyway, what I'm trying to tell you is that the First Wanderer refused to be a god for a reason.” So powerful, yet refusing to be a god, that whenever anyone questioned him about it, the First Wanderer would simply laugh and say, “I have other goals."

GoD's stare at Cale was suspicious. And if you consider the other things (Very smart, refusing to be a god, etc), we came up with this crazy theory that FW was actually Cale or KRS of another world. Quite a wild theory, right? 😂

Back to GoD, his talk with Cale was funny as usual. He kept joking with Cale, but Cale just looked at him in annoyance or indifference. 😂 And Cale's flags kept increasing.

'But why would I run into them?' Frankly, Cale was nothing more than a bystander in this fight between the gods. Not only could he not go to the God Realm, but he also had nothing to do with it. The God of Death sighed. "Yeah. War, that bastard really pisses me off." But somehow, he (GoD) had a feeling that Cale might be involved.

🚩Flag spotted!!! Cale is definitely going to the God Realm in the near future. 🤣🤣🤣

GoD: But now, what good is worrying about the gods fighting each other when I'm about to disappear? *smiles* Cale: Ha. This is annoying. That annihilation bullshit. Narrator: He hated seeing the man who made him work so hard and got him involved in so many things just casually smiling while talking about being annihilated. He was simply annoyed. Cale: Until I get slacker life, you can't rest either.

So... if Cale became a god, GoD would be doomed to a life of never-ending work? 😂😂😂 Even when leaving the dream, Cale left the words, "I'm going to steal the method of annihilating a god, so don't die and work for the rest of your life." 🤣🤣🤣

GoD found Cale very affectionate, wanting to save him despite being annoyed at him. GoD wanted to die, but Cale did not want him too. Wait a second... wasn't this like the situation with Eruhaben? 😂😂😂

Every time Cale met a god in his dreams, he would wake up a few days later. So when he woke up, he found out that it had been 3 days since then. BUT! Alberu had yet to wake up after 3 days too! Several Kakao commenters speculated that if Cale met GoD in his dream, perhaps Alberu met the Sun God in his dream too.

Ending Remarks Today's info dump was amazing. So many flags and theories. Next chapter would be Cale finding out the aftermath of the incident. I look forward to Cale learning about Crazy Attention Seeker's videos. 😂

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So I used to be diagnosed with ADHD until I got diagnosed with autism because the ADHD was a misdiagnosis, and I remember in sixth grade my best friend would get made fun of, and I wasn't sure why because sure she was weird but she never even initiated interactions with these people, so I defended her because she was just going to let them make fun of her otherwise (she's not a very confrontational person) and then of course that made them notice me enough that they decided to make me a target as well, and none of the teachers I told did anything about it. I remember that at the time, my diagnosis was still ADHD, and I couldn't get any of my work done, so I think that may have been a bit of the reason why they didn't do anything, the kids bullying me and my friend did get their assignments turned in. They also had more friends in that class. The kid who was doing it most only got moved to a different class after he threw my computer off of a table and broke the screen, and somehow they still wanted to punish me. And one of the strange things is that if you actually talk to us, me and that friend are incredibly similar- We're like the same person but with different interests, skills, and appearances. We act the same and have the same friend group and to anyone who doesn't know us, the main difference was how we looked and how we socialized. She's always been more blunt and confident as well as lacking some social skills, and dresses for comfort. I've always been more shy around people I'm not friends with, pretty pushover-y unless a friend is being made fun of, so it seems like I've got better social skills (I just overthink and make myself overly anxious about it lol) and I dress in clothing that I think makes me look good (luckily I think jeans are comfy). So now, in 8th grade, I'm diagnosed with autism, and me and my friend are in choir together with these kids and there's this group of them who we'll call Bob, Lexie, and Emmy, and we'll call my friend Mary (not real names). Last week, we had a choir concert, and we had some free time before the concert and after finishing warmups and practicing for it. So me and Mary were in the hallwway together, and the group (Bob, Lexie, Emmy) were there too. So they lied and said they'd found her Instagram account ("It's called [something they guess she'd have her account name set to] or something, right?") and said a fake name so that she would correct them and they could search it up (dirty move, they aren't very nice to her so they weren't being friendly) and then they searched it up and all followed her on it, and as we were walking away I could hear them laughing and see them pointing at Bob's phone, even though all she uses the account for is to post softball related things (it's her favorite sport, her dad is even gonna be coaching the team next year), and to be honest that pissed me off so much because she never even does anything to the, and they make fun of her in choir all the time and the teacher doesn't even stop them. She's diagnosed with ADHD at the moment btw. But yeah just felt like sharing this story here idk I thought it was kinda on topic and might share another flavor of experience if that makes any sense at all (probably doesn't)

every piece of ""autistic representation"" in hollywood sucks not just because of the infantalization and inspiration porn but because movie executives always fail to realize the real universal autistic experience: spending your childhood slowly and unfalteringly realizing all of your friends not so secretly hated and/or merely tolerated you at best and you've missed every social signal about it ever

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You know Lea, I was having such a bad day at work yesterday and I just found myself daydreaming about your THUYW series and it honestly made my shift so much more bearable 😭💕

I couldn't help but fantasize about Billy + Frankie absolutely WRECKING Reader. It'd be SO delicious in this verse holy shit.

You seriously got me daydreaming about THUYW to cope with work WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME LEAAAA

a/n: AAHHH I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!!! i'm so sorry that work sucked, but omg, i'm so happy this slutty little au could help distract you ♡ but also omg i just gotta point out that gif i found?? that’s them. that’s frat!billy and frat!frank omg omg omg look at theeemmmm

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okay, so, imagine Billy inviting you into his room while you’re waiting for Steve to get back from the boxing gym

then he leaves you alone for a second to go get you a glass of water

but as you wait for him to return, you spot something curious on his bedside table and it’s not till you’ve scooted closer that you realise it’s sex toys that he has just left laying around as if it wasn’t something utterly scandalous

I mean, the drawer is even open! It’s so stuffed full of toys that it almost can’t be pushed back closed!

but then when Billy does return, glass of water in his hand and now also his best buddy Frank at his side, your curiosity has gotten the best of you as they catch right when you had picked up one of the toys you weren’t sure what was.

you, of course, drop it immediately when you notice that they’re back, and as soon as it hits the ground, it turns on and starts buzzing against the floorboards. 

probably one of the top most embarrassing moments of your life at that point… 

but then, when they finally get their laughter under control (or maybe Frank is a total sweetheart about it and elbows Billy to quit teasing you) they fish out of you how you don’t really know what any of the toys are and it’s only because you recognised a few of them as dildoes (because your rich stepbrother bought you a few purely for slutty training purposes) that you realised they were objects of a sexual nature

so, naturally, they then treat it as a fun little teaching moment

they go through the whole drawer, one by one, first making you take a guess before they explain them all to you. 

now, Billy is a hoe, so his collection is stocked.

there’s everything from all sorts of dildoes (realistic, glass, cute curved ones, double-ended, fantastical monster ones), various vibrators (wands, rabbits, app-controlled, those amazing clit suction stimulators), butt plugs, fleshlights, all of the lube you could ever dream of, cock rings, nipple clamps, ben wa balls, paddles, whips, handcuffs, ropes, blindfolds, ballgags

and with each toy that they get through and explain to you, the worse the tingles between your thighs get…

do they end up trying a few of them on you?

of course they do!! 

though I think you’re still a bit of a scaredy cat at that time, so you don’t wanna be too adventurous yet

I’m thinking, in that moment, you’re the most curious about the vibrators because you’ve never played around with that before, and just feeling them switch one on against your fingertips makes your brain melt simply imagining what it would feel like against your pussy

when they do press it against your pretty clit for the first time, you nearly fall off of the bed from the way the unfamiliar and intense sensation makes you jump (which of course just makes them giggle because holy fuck you’re so adorable to them)

maybe they’re both laying on their stomachs, between your parted thighs, Frank holding the vibrator against your puffy pearl, grinning at the way it makes your pussy weep before them like a fucking leaky faucet to quench their thirsts

perhaps then Billy gets out some of the dildoes… one for him to play with your cunt and one for him to stuff in your mouth and watch you drool around… 

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How do you think Les would act toward Floyd older? After the third movie, I mean.

Calmer, and stable Floyd, who I'm guessing actually got some help in the village. Maybe Floyd got help by talking things out there with someone, like therapy-ish. Or, just his brothers helping him through it all, because that's probably what he needed.

Seeing him happier than when he last saw him.

And, his new hair! I mean, him learning of everything that happened.

Would they get together again, or rekindle whatever reasonship (staying just friends?)

Ohh my story has gone through so many changes and updates that I haven't really talked about on here so it's hard to answer this ask straightforwardly now. 😅

I have caved and decided Les and Floyd still end up together so... 🙈

"I thought you were dead..." | "'M sorry."

Here's an updated version of this old post:

The timeline right now is more or less the same with them having a nasty breakup when Floyd is 22. The cause for it is that until that point Floyd only has hypomanic episodes which raise some eyebrows but they aren't that concerning to anyone, not with the kind of lifestyle they are having anyway. But at the time of the breakup he suffers from full-blown mania with psychosis for the first time which hurts both him as well as Les and the other bandmates.

Then there's the 2 year period where they are apart and Floyd falls hard into substance abuse and bad habits. Then Les bumps into him at a party and gets them to talk outside. It's clear to both that they feel incredibly sorry about what happened when they broke up. Floyd quickly after coming down from his mania realized that what he believed was going was all a delusion his brain convinced him of. And Les feels responsible for the addicted and mentally unwell state Floyd has ended up in.

There's still love there but so much hurt and the trust they had is damaged to the point they're unsure if it's fixable. Neither of them knows how to even address what went down in those days leading up to the breakup.

Les decides to help Floyd get back on his feet but he doesn't want him near the band anymore. He's convinced that the band isn't good for him anyway. He finds him a place to stay and a job in a remote town where not much goes on so he has a chance to sober up. The band at this point is still trying to make it work by doing gigs, so Les visits him little by little in between to check on him during this time period.

They go back to being friends gradually and Floyd shows interest in getting back together romantically from early on while Les has trust issues he can't get past. Les is very reserved and non-confrontational when it comes to addressing his hurt so he doesn't bring it up. Floyd is usually the one who would make those conversations happen, but Floyd at this point isn't aware that he has bipolar and doesn't understand what happened (is happening) to him, and he is very uncomfortable addressing it too.

But eventually they can no longer tiptoe around the topic of their breakup. Les wants to know what happened and why Floyd accused him of the things he did - which to Les it felt like Floyd took everything Les had confided in him regarding his childhood abuse and throwing it back in his face. Floyd feels awful because the only explanation he has is that at the time he really thought they were true. He tells him that he knows they aren't true but that something was really really wrong with him. He tries to explain what he was going through the best he can and he also tells him that whenever he tried to address it back then he was accused of constantly getting high on worms behind their backs which is what caused his paranoia to spiral.

The conversation doesn't answer everything but it makes it clear to both that neither of them wanted to hurt the other person, especially not intentionally. Which is what allows them to make the step into getting back together.

But not long after this Floyd suffers another strong manic episode and messes up at his job and books it out of that town. Once Les finds him and sees him in that hyper and erratic state again but now with more understanding, he tries his hardest to bring it down and help, and he finally firmly tells him that he needs to get professional help. Floyd doesn't like the idea of going to therapy so he says he'll go only if Les goes too to work out his own trauma. Around this point it's also when the band officially breaks up (they just couldn't ever recover after losing Floyd and Liv) so Les has no excuses to give why he can't go and he eventually agrees.

Floyd finally gets his bipolar diagnosis (yay!) and gets "meds" for it, and this revelation also helps both of them to really put the breakup incident behind them.

After this point they're more or less together. I say "more or less" because they're not in a conventional relationship and they're not following the classic rules of being a couple. They know each other inside out and are both deeply and unconditionally in love with each other but whatever they have looks more like casual dating that's been going on for more than a decade. Sometimes they live together like an old married couple and sometimes they don't and they keep in touch through letters and scheduled calls in phone booths.

One day during their "apart time" Floyd stops answering those scheduled calls and Les gets worried and sets out to look for him, which turns into a desperate months-long search while tensions in the country are high, non Rock Trolls are getting arrested and disappearing left and right, and the Rock Kingdom is secretly planning their invasion of the other kingdoms.

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Heyyo!!! I'm loving the series of the Ballad of the Bygone. I do want to ask where is the original MC (DC! MC) in the DC universe? Did they die? Gotten isekaid to the Marvel universe?

Also, will the family, specifically Jason, have some guilt for using MC as a replacement for DC! MC. Like, their original little sibling disappeared.

MY FIRST ASK AARFGGG IM SO EXCITED ok guys ❤️❤️❤️

i kind of briefly brushed over it in the first chapter (or the second if u the count the prolouge i guess) but the reader originally from the dc universe was kind of switched with the reader from marvel.

(ill use spidey and dc!reader respectively to represent the two)

dc!reader is with aunt may right now, and is obviously pretty freaked out but is actually enjoying themselves with how loving Aunt May really is. shes nothing like bruce and since dc!reader isnt spidey, she can spend a lot more time with them.

their bond with harry and mj is still the same and all in all their life just seems to be a lot better over there! though they wonder who spidey is exactly (and why that suit looks so darn familiar), and why the world seems to be mourning their loss...

on the second topic of your ask—yes! guilt is a huge driving factor for what makes the fam go a lil cuckoo !!!

they messed up baddddd with dc!reader, they made them feel unwanted and bitter... so they need to fix it! they don't know you two aren't technically the same people at first, but when they find out, they're both relieved and upset.

you're not them, sure—but it's like they can start over with a new blank slate. even if they can't fix what they did to dc!reader, they can make it up by loving you as much as they possibly can!!! you don't have all those bad memories—but you don't have any of the good ones, either.

(those "good memories" were the reason why the dc!reader kept trying in the first place—in one of the chaps i wrote they were hinted at being "desperate" and that's solely bc they missed those good times they spent w dick jason alfred and bruce!!! but spidey couldn't care less—bc they have none of those memories).

their memories w dc!reader are so little and few that they can hardly remember what their personality was like, which is why it's so easy for them to "replace" dc!reader with spidey. it's a mix of that and their soul consuming guilt to make it all up to them—that drives them to get that bad

jason would feel one of the guiltiest—i purposely didn't write him as unknowingly neglectful, but more like a mix of the fact he's barely ever there, and that he doesn't want to ruin the old memories you have of him.

he's so different now—he's changed into somebody he doesn't even know, and whenever he looks at you, all he sees is that little kid he used to play hide and seek with. he can't bear to ruin your image of him into a cold blooded killer.

but when he finds you there—bleeding out after becoming a victim to the horrors of gotham—he just can't leave you alone like that anymore. he feels just so awful, that he has to make things right. he'll spend time with you again; he'll take you for a ride on his bike after midnight, even if Bruce hates it, hell—he'll even play hide and seek with you again, just to make it right.

but when you're revealed to not be dc!reader... well, like dick and bruce—he's too far gone to even care at that point, as much as he hates to admit it. it's hard for him to see you two as two different people—because he still sees you as that little kid.

he starts believing you are the dc!reader at some point—he keeps asking if you remember this, remember that, remember that burger place you all went to whenever joker was recaptured—and whenever you tell him you don't, he only shrugs it off as you being forgetful.

just because he simply cannot handle the fact that he messed up, you got hurt, and now he doesn't have a chance to make it up to dc!reader. you two are practically one and the same to him—because he didn't get to see you grow up, he didn't get to know you—this is his chance now.

(but deep down, the guilt eats him up inside. deep down he knows this isn't his [name]. deep down he knows he's just using you as a way to channel the feelings that consume him).

deep down—sometimes, he can't find it within himself to even care. as long as he has you.

thank you for asking even if I yapped ahahasggaaga