#okay actually he got pretty good reception in the server so. maybe not JUST me

[korolation]

on todays episode of “things no one wanted other than me” we have transmasc amber

[st-el-la-luna]

Thinking about König

Mainly, thinking about his anxiety being like my anxiety. It's social anxiety but more than the "oh no, people, scary!" That people tend to generalize it as.

That's not to say that it isn't like that. Yes, people are intimidating, especially large groups of them. Or if you're being put in a command position. Or if you're in a position to be judged... Which is most situations. (Public speaking, especially for school projects is especially bad).

But it's not just shyness. It's also the aversion.

Walking through the halls, with a dead sort of stare. Not intentionally intimidating, but it's very much a resting bitch face, look at me and I'll kill you sort of expression.

Saying as little as possible to people he's not comfortable with.

"yes."

"no."

"I don't like that."

"I don't want to."

"we are not friends."

Staring so intently at people that it unsettles them.

"-and that's why I think... Why... It's... Is everything okay, Colonel?"

"Ja, why?"

"You're, uh... You're looking very intently."

"This is just how I look. Eye contact is important."

"uhh... Right, it's just... I haven't seen you blink?"

"I blink when you blink."

Like, yes, of course there are situations where he gets mousy voiced or sweaty palms. But not at work, no. At work he's able to conjure up, maybe not confidence, but something.

At a restaurant though? Speaking softly, making himself small, saying please and thank you after every sentence. It doesn't matter what the server does, he's always soft spoken and polite, nervous. If he asks for no pickles and they bring him his dish with pickles, he'll eat it. If he orders a chicken sandwich and they bring him a burger, he'll eat it. If he tells them that he has a deadly peanut allergy and they bring him a tub of peanut butter... He'll send that back, but he'll be polite about it.

"Oh, ja, I'm sorry, I... This isn't what I ordered. Oh, no, no, it's okay, don't apologize. I'm sorry. You're busy. It's fine, I understand."

Sometimes during mission briefs he will randomly growl and smack his fist on the table. People think he's mad at them and straighten up, stop sipping so loud, on their best behaviour. He actually just got mad at himself, remembered something embarrassing from his past.

He almost acts like a narcissist. Passes by a mirror, winks at his reflection: "How's it going, good looking?"

Makes jokes about being the pretty one. People think he's full of himself.

He actually hates himself but has replaced negative self talk with show boating. He doesn't hate himself any less, but he tells himself to kill himself way less often!

Always has some sort of plan. An escape route, a plan of attack. Watching the people around him nervously.

Sits in the back of the room so he can watch everybody. Sits with his chair pushed far back so he can stand quicker.

Glares at people who walk by. Gives their dogs heart eyes. Prays that the owners realize and ask him if he wants to say hello. He's too awkward to ask permission. And he's too angry looking for people to offer.

Represses lots of anger from incidents he feels he can't lash out in, goes batshit in training or on missions. (I used to do kick boxing, the gym people had to keep coming up to me and moving my punching bag back because I was hitting it too hard).

The kind of person to, when going to someone's house, immediately look for signs of a pet. If he finds it. The animal is now his best friend. Goes to a party hangs with the dog type of beat.

Thinks smoking pot would help him. But the idea makes him nervous. Which he thinks, smoking pot would help... But the idea of smoking pot makes him nervous. But he–

Will just lie to get out of shit.

"Hey, we're going to get drinks tonight, do you want to come?"

"ah, I can't... I promised to get dinner with a friend."

Goes home and enjoys a night alone.

Avoidant. Will just not do things that cause him stress. Hasn't been to the dentist in years because talking to the lady at reception makes him nervous. What if the phone signal is bad? What if it just keeps breaking up? What if she can't understand his accent? What if when he gets to the dentist they hate him for the state of his teeth? What if he goes to the dentist and they steal his teeth?! It's happened before! He's seen articles!

Gets adopted by extroverts by being unhinged.

"Hey, what are you thinking about?" Horangi asks.

"I heard that human meat tastes like pork... The best pork, actually." König says absently.

"Huh... And you know this why?"

"I was curious."

"okay... Let's go to dinner."

"Ja, let's."

A sort of dry air about him that comes off as a lack of empathy. But he's just got so much going on in his brain that he can't focus on emoting anything but augghskft.

Will stare off into space with a blend of the hundred yard stare and the most murderous expression known to man. He's not mad. He's just thinking.

Undiagnosed autism

Forgets people's names, gets to nervous to ask again. So he just calls everyone "you".

Acts cold and indifferent. He just really hates small talk, doesn't understand it. Why say something if it's not important? He doesn't care about your grandchildren. Or your wife. Or your morning.

Is the world's best host mainly out of fear. Asking if you need food or a drink or a blanket or if–

König who after confrontations, has to take a step back, hands shaking slightly. But who's also still super pissed and ready to throw punches at the drop of a hat

König who worries so much about physical affection that it just becomes too much. Hugs are suffocating, hands are held too tight, cuddling is like being smothers. But it takes him a long time to initiate anything. God forbid you initiate anything. Hug the man and he bluescreens

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[mikaze-discord]

Love letter project ♡

Sooo to celebrate the 4th anniversary of Shining live, I put together a project! I basically got a bunch of people to write a love letter for their favourite boy. Things like, why they like them, how they got to like them and what they like about them were all accepted!

The event was supposed to have 2 fans for each boy but unfortunately I was unable to get two for some of the boys. 

Under the cut will be the love letters for all of Class A!!! Please enjoy~ And thank you for all the people who participated in the event and taking the time to write the love letters out. 

CLASS A

OTOYA ITTOKI

From @ponzu-penzui:

Hello world! My nickname is Yuki, and I’m here to tell you about the sunshine boy that is Otoya Ittoki. The redhead of the series, Otoya is your seemingly a-typical sunshine in a mascot boy character. But, as we all know with these types, the sunshine isn’t as, well, sunshine as they seem. Or, if you didn’t know, well… spoiler alert I guess. Go watch the anime, or play the otome games, then come back here. Anyways, let’s get started on our journey, shall we? Through the rabbithole that got me here in the first place!

Otoya immediately became my best boy the second I saw him. I’m not quite sure what immediately got me at first, whether it be his red hair and eyes, his voice, or his immediate friendliness, but here we are. I should also mention that UtaPri was my first idol anime, so I was completely unaware what was going to hit me later. And, if you’ve watched the entire anime, you know where I’m going.

Season 4 was an emotional wreck. I cried at least twice. Did I have a newfound appreciation for Otoya after all that heartache? Definitely. Without spoilers, it was incredibly painful for me to watch, but I don’t regret it.

After watching the anime, I soon found out about the existence of Shining Live. So, with no other UtaPri content to binge, I started to play SL in late 2018. After playing for a little more than a year, I tiered in my first Otoya event (Heartwarming Snow Festival), and achieved my first top 200. Ever since then, I’ve tiered in every Otoya event, getting top 200, then top 100.

But, why do I like Otoya Ittoki even to this day? Well, I guess this is the time where I say that, after a certain point, I started to see bits of myself in Otoya. This led me to start to RP him, and, as you probably know if you’ve ever roleplayed a character before, I started to look at the miniscule amount of translated game content (many thanks to the Ohayaho Translation Team) for, well, more content. And content I did receive. Long story short, this only served to solidify Otoya as my favorite boy of not only UtaPri, but from all anime/manga/game content I’ve ever seen/watched. His cheerfulness may have been the first thing that got me in this rabbithole, but his backstory and how he managed to grow up pulled me in even further. And, I don’t think I will or want to get out anytime soon.

Next one from; Anon

As much as we all know our Otoya for how sweet and kind he is, there is so much more to him than just a precious smile. He is uplifting, cheerful towards everyone he meets. He has empathy and goes out of his way to make sure his friends are happy. Even so, Otoya has feelings that aren’t always happiness and smiles. He can feel sad and angry just like anyone else.

The reason I care and love Otoya so much is because he has shown me that I don’t have to always put on a smile. It’s nice to show off your pearly whites, but sometimes, it’s okay to be sad too. There are times in everyone’s life when they feel out of place and that they don’t belong. Otoya also felt this way and that’s perfectly okay. He’s still being the best idol he can be: The idol that Otoya loves the most.

MASATO HIJIRIKAWA

From Anon: 

Masato Hijirikawa. Why do I like Masato Hijirikawa? I like him to the point that it feels weird for me to even question why I do. He's just- a good boy. A great boy. I love him. As a joke, I'd usually say that it was his weirdly pretty, bowl-cut hairstyle that drew me to him, or I'd say that he caught my interest when I read that he was "very good with his hands" (wink wonk) in his Shining Live description, and while both of these reasons are still true, it wasn't until I started role playing him in an old server that I really started to appreciate his character more.

Masato, despite his aloof and almost "perfect" initial image, is a very relatable character. When he first arrived at Saotome (in-game) he wasn't necessarily seen as someone with a lot of talent to become an idol, which he acknowledged with grace and worked hard to make up for. He's humble despite his privileged upbringing and is incredibly self-aware of his flaws, which are sources of insecurity for him sometimes (a lot of times). Though it should be said that most of this insecurity stems from not having a lot of control over his early life, which is why it felt so gratifying to see him break free of his metaphorical chains to pursue his happiness without any doubts. He's a hard worker and is willing to accept criticism with open arms, not only for himself but for the people around him. Despite his traditional upbringing and nature, he's very receptive to change as long as it benefits both him and STARISH. He values the people he cares about more than anything, which is why he constantly strives to be a better version of himself every day, not only for himself but for the people around him.

Though his stoicism sometimes makes him seem plain or even "boring" to some people, he hides a warm, hidden passion within that's just as bright as everyone else's. Like the springtime bloom of cherry blossoms after winter, Masato shows his passion and love with no restraint to anyone who takes the time to understand him, and I can very much attest to this. I love him a lot and I hope to see more content of him, STARISH, and the others for more years to come.

NATSUKI SHINOMIYA

From uh....me:

HELLO I’m Z~ also known as the mod of the mikaze-discord/utapri-hcs tumblrs, as well as the organiser for the event! But enough about myself, let's talk about Natsuki Shinomiya.

When I first watched the anime as a youngin, I had already known about the games and their plots but had decided to try out the anime as well since I had nothing better to do.

Natsuki was actually one of my least favourite characters in the anime just because of how they presented him. I just...didn't care for him at all. He was just some random tall guy who loved hugs and almost murder…. Yeah.

I’m sure like most, I had a changing point. Originally, I was a Tokiya rper but...I was just unhappy with how my Tokiya was, I wasn't as experienced in rping with that server being my first rp server i was ever in. I didn't feel like I matched up with the others. I felt my Tokiya was just lacking something, substance maybe. Another person actually had a similar feeling and had changed their character from Camus to Syo and since we already had an Ai, I had just decided to go with the flow and complete the rest of the cute team. Best decision of my life. I’m so grateful for Natsuki and everything I associate him with. Without him, I probably wouldn't have made my tumblrs, I wouldn't have stayed in that server, I wouldn't have gone looking for other servers to rp in. I don't think I would be the same without Natsuki. I just find him so endearing now, he is just a lovable giant who happens to be able to be a disney princess. He is just so darn cute damn it. , just look at his Christmas card, his King card, quite literally just half his Shining live URs. Also, just like his songs just slap. Natsuki to me, is just serotonin. He gave me so many opportunities that I could have missed. I don't even think I would have started this love letter project without him if I’m being completely honest. I genuinely enjoyed all the memories I made as Natsuki. Thank you to Natsuki and to the Mikaze-discord for basically starting me off.

From Luke:

Natsuki was actually the very first character I encountered before I got into utapri. A friend showed a photo of him and told me that I'd probably be into this guy. She sure was right! After installing shining live for the first time and having a familiar face on the screen, I grew curious of him each day and just had to find out why was so attracted to him. The fact that I've seen him so many times in the past was haunting me, telling me that this man actually watched me grow up from a distance without even knowing his name. It sounds weird but I find it rather comforting for someone who doesn't want to be protected but isn't strong enough to defend myself alone.

The thought of having him there was enough to get me through the day and gave me enough reason to wake up to the next. I admit I may have adapted some of his habits after looking after his account for a year but that isn't a bad thing if it means that it would turn me into a much better person than I am now. I guess you could say we've grown together now in a sense, preserving the feelings and just living through the moment no matter how happy or sad it is. What's important is that we're not alone in all things we do and in everything we feel, there will always be someone there to keep us moving when we feel like giving up.

[m00ns0ng]

Season’s Cummings

As part of the Citrus Dome Server Collab!!

Check out the other pieces here~

The Prompt:

The local news station hailed it as “the storm of the century,” and they weren’t wrong. You’ve watched the snow pile up beyond the window, building from a light dusting on the grass to literal knee-high drifts. And it shows no sign of stopping.

The place you’re stranded is stocked up on groceries, you’d charged every electronic device to your name, and you’d cranked the thermostat as high as it would go until the inevitable happens —

The power goes out.

So now you’re stuck indoors, with only a certain someone for company. The same someone you’ve been pining after for ages. Snow stacks up higher and higher outside. As the cold seeps in, and you both drift closer, you realize this was somehow the one thing you hadn’t thought to prepare for…

Pairings: Aged-up/Prohero Mineta Minoru/f!Reader

Tags: Uhh, it’s Mineta, senpai/kohai kink, generous amounts of drool, pretty vanilla sex, a little bit of feral sex, two horny gremlins mating, once again this is age-up Mineta

“Erm. Grape Juice-senpai, are you sure we’re prepared enough for this?” You eye the lounging prohero, also noting the growing pile of snow in front of the window behind him. Not only that, wind was howling outside and you could occasionally see the window frosting over. It was a bit frightening. 

The Prohero Grape Juice, also known as Mineta Minoru, as well as your boss, waves a hand, looking far too lax for the situation. “Hehe, well. I know we’d be a bit snowed in, didn’t think it’d be so…much though.” He frowned and glanced behind himself, before turning back towards you with a leer. “But hey, if it gets too cold, we can just cuddle up for warmth!” His eyes glazed over and you’re pretty sure you see drool. When one of his hands starts to drift down his chest is when you abruptly turn around to smack your cheeks. 

Okay, so sue you. You actually liked your lecherous and amorous-inclined boss. When you shyly admitted to your friends that you imagined fucking this bozo of a Prohero, they laughed at you. And if you were in their place, you’d do the same. But damn it, something about him did it for you. Or maybe you had a case of hero worship. He did save you after all. Though he might not remember it, you very much did. And ever since you joined his agency, you got to see sides of him that most others didn’t. After joining UA, you were told about how amazing Class 1A was, and you always felt so awed by them and their impact. 

He wasn’t just a pervert and a flirt, he was also someone that wouldn’t hesitate to save others, like a real hero. And he was short, which was totally your type. 

Taking a deep breath, you whirled back around to face your boss. Rather than pleasuring himself like his movements would have made you believe, he was on his phone, most likely checking his feed. You made your way to the snack corner. You had both come to this small town in search of some mid-tier villain that was trying to hit small businesses and then leave the city. Due to the fierce weather however, you and Grape Juice’s main priority was to check in to the surprisingly nice hotel you got to stay in for free. While it was worrying, you figured that the villain wouldn’t be able to go anywhere either. Especially now. 

When you thought about the whole situation, the fact that you were both snowed in had to mean something.

This is my chance, you thought, securing your favorite brand of chips and a water bottle. For now, you would calm your hormones a bit and chill. Until the boss said so, you were still on company hours, which meant tracking and making sure you guys wouldn’t fail this mission. It’d be embarrassing and demoralizing to have lost to bad weather conditions. After all, Pro Hero Deku wouldn’t let the horrid, freezing weather stop him (for better or worse). If Grape Juice failed to capture such a mid-tier villain, it would tank his reputation, as well as yours.

You grabbed the remote, turned to the news and grabbed your phone. Not that you expected much from the latter. The wifi in this place could be better, and your data wasn’t faring well either.

“Oh hey, you’re actually doing something useful! See, hehe, this is why you’re my favorite sidekick.” Grape Juice rolled himself to the edge of his bed, looking oddly cute as he tugged his comforter with him to look like a grape burrito. “If you can, put a marker for our log in and-”

“Already done, senpai! Just getting the weather report for now. We’ll need to see if we’ll be able to patrol later on tonight.” This was good. When you guys were interacting like the professional heroes you were instead of friends after work, it became easier to actually look him in the eye without fantasizing about him between your legs. “Though truth be told, I’d rather not haha. It’s…going to be so cold.” You curled in on yourself just at the thought. 

“Hmm.” When you looked up, you noticed Grape Juice was staring at you with narrowed, unreadable eyes, but then quickly switched his attention to the news report. Rather than analyze his weirdness, you also chose to focus on the news.

“…And we’re hearing that the snowstorm is going to worsen the more the night drags on. How upsetting for those out looking for some nice snow festivities.” Hmph, not surprising. Thankfully, you guys were staying at a pretty nice hotel, with room service and everything. “No, actually…We’re receiving word that this just may be the storm of the century, folks. With inches of snow piling up by the minutes.” 

What? You furrowed your brow and looked out the window just in time to see the last bits of twilight disappear behind snow. “What?!” You leapt up from the bed and went to the window. You swore you could hear the window itself creaking from the amount of snow piled onto it. Which was a horrifying thought, because… because you and Grape Juice were on the third floor. This could not be happening. 

“Well,” Grape Juice pushed himself up on his knees. You tried not to notice how he only came up to your collarbone because of that. You couldn’t help but notice all the cute things about him. And Grape Juice outside of his ridiculous hero costume was really, really cute. He had the style, the smug swagger, and the sexual intensity of a horny, touch-starved gremlin. And you would deliver the touch he so desperately wanted. “At least we’re good here! Heh, can’t say the same for that villain though. Probably shaking in their boots. Literally!” 

You let his bravado wash over you, slumping your shoulders in relief. “To be real with you, I’m also shaking in my boots. But from the cold! Ya know?” You gave him a nervous smile and skipped back to your bed. “I’m surprised you’re okay with wearing just a t-shirt and shorts right now.”

“It’s because I’m a Pro!” He threw the comforter off of himself and proudly thrust his arms out. “And I’m your boss. What kind of example would I be setting if I was heavily decked out in winter gear?” 

“A responsible one..?” You stared at him in confusion, and went back to eating your snacks. “I mean, you’re not like Shouto.” Fuck, he might take that the wrong way. “N-not that I mean any disrespect, senpai!” Grape Juice flinched and then shuddered. And you, you frowned. Had your comment stung that badly? You didn’t really care about the top three Heroes in all honesty. Nothing against them, but nothing from their flashy quirks and intense personalities really appealed to you. 

You turned away from him and adjusted the sleeve of your winter sweater. You could hear him falling back onto his bed. Should you apologize? Or just go back to eating your chips and pretending this moment never happened? Ah, screw this. 

Your butt met the edge of your bed, and you turned your attention back to the news. 

“And that’s not all! We’re hearing that this snowstorm won’t be receding any time soon. How horrifying, haha!” Who on earth laughs at such an abysmal scenario?? You reached around your bed and grabbed your phone. Even though it was fully charged, you couldn’t help but be dismayed at the shitty reception. You huffed, and then turned your ire towards the newscaster. “We hope everyone has been stocking up on resources, because it seems like-” But whatever the newscaster had been going to say was interrupted by the power going out. The loud thrum of the power outage made you pause. And then you jumped up. From somewhere on your left, you heard Grape Juice do the same. 

“Ah…well then.” He let out a nervous chuckle, and then a muffled curse. 

“Senpai? Are you okay?!” You heard him let out a grunt, and then suddenly he was touching you. Or your arms, more specifically. Your breath hitched, and you hoped he didn’t notice.

“Yep! The Prohero Grape Juice can handle the dark.” His hands slipped from your arms to hold onto your hands. “If anything, I should be asking if you’re okay!”

You smiled. “I’m perfectly fine, senpai. But um, what are we going to do now?” His hand clenched down on yours, and you swore you could see something dark cross over his eyes, before he abruptly turned away from you. 

“Can’t do it,” You heard him mutter, and your smile fell away.

“Mm? Can’t do what, senpai?” You moved to stand in front of him again, tilting your head this way and that, but you couldn’t catch his eyes. “You know, if there’s a-anything you want from me, just ask! I’ll be happy to provide.” You reached out a hand again to at least provide some physical comfort, but he jumped out of the way before you could.

“Anything, huh?” He finally met your eyes, and you blinked at the sheer intensity in his gaze. “You shouldn’t say stuff like that. Don’t you know that a guy like me enjoys it a bit too much?!”

Silence.

Well, partial silence. You could still hear the wind howling outside. But you were more focused on dissecting what you just heard. He liked it when you called him senpai? This whole time…

You licked your lips. “What if,” There’s no going back now. “What if I also like you, senpai?”

Of all the reactions you were expecting, him glaring wasn’t one of them. “You shouldn’t joke about that kind of stuff. I get it, I’m a lame Pro, but I still have feelings!”

“I do like you like though?” Fuck, you hadn’t meant to phrase it as a question. So you pushed forward. “I mean it! You’re the one I looked up to whenever I would hear about your class! And it’s your agency I wanted to join once I graduated!” By now, you were so close to him that he had no choice but to look at you, and the shadows on his face stood out.

But rather than get angrier, he blinked, and his expression cleared. “Ah, w-wait! This isn’t a prank or anything, right?! Y-you want me?” You stared at your boss. Really stared at him. He didn’t look like a sex-crazy gremlin, or the slightest bit horny. His eyes had lost their light, his lips were curled down, and he was rubbing his arm. He looked like the Minoru Mineta from the first time you met him, not sure if you actually wanted to join his agency. “I know I’m not the best Pro, or the most virtuous, but.” His brows furrowed, and he looked up at you with a renewed vigor. “But I want to make you feel good, if you’ll let me!” He slammed both his palms together and bowed his head, careful to keep his hair from touching you. 

Something soft filled you, and you reached out a hand, placing it under his chin and tilting his head up. “You don’t have to be anything other than yourself, senpai.” You smiled brightly. “After all, I chose to work with my cute senpai because I like your work ethic, and your determination. Not everyone wants to be on top!” You let your other hand come up and pet his cheek. “Truth be told, I’ve wanted you for quite some time now, senpai.” His eyes widened, and then watered at an incredible speed. “Aha, wait! Please don’t cry!”

He loudly sniffled. “Man, if I had known that I had a cute little kohai that wanted me from the beginning, I wouldn’t have wasted so much time staring at your fanpages!”

You pulled away to stare down at him. “My what?”

“Anyways!” He practically shouted, “We gonna do this or what?” You smirked and made your way to his bed. 

“Well, I’m happy you asked, Mineta-senpai.” You shimmied out of your pants, then panties. You held your panties up and watched the way Mineta’s eyes tracked them as he jumped onto the bed. “Let’s make this a little fun. If I cum before you do, then you can keep my panties. As a souvenir!” His eyes glazed over, and a copious amount of drool began to slide out of his mouth and pool on the sheets between you both. You tried not to be too bothered. You knew he would be at least a bit filthy, and if all went well, the sheets would be ruined one way or another. 

Mineta took off his clothes with a speed and ferocity that probably should have stunned you. “Lay down, and let your favorite Prohero Grape Juice take care of you!” You giggled and complied, relaxing your arms and legs as you laid out. You let your panties dangle on the tips of your fingers before you dropped them. Mineta immediately situated himself between your legs, muttering to himself. While he did that, you took your shirt and bra off as well. 

You tried your best to keep your breath even, but the moment you felt his touch on your thighs, it hitched. You waited with bated breath for his touch, and when you felt his tongue licking-no, slobbering all over your slit, you squealed. Your legs clamped around his head, but he managed to wriggle his way even closer, tongue circling around your clit before slipping into your opening, and then back again. His tongue was so wet, but once you got past that, you could admit that it also felt good. Relaxing back against the pillows, you spread your legs again and let out a quiet sigh.

Mineta moaned, and the rumble against your clit felt nice enough that you joined him. Soon enough, his fingers joined his tongue, and you panted and squirmed as his fingers-not that long, but definitely thick-thrust in and out of you at a slow, steady pace. “Mm, senpai, you feel so nice.” He leaned forward, his saliva dripping onto your chest, up to your neck, and finally onto your cheeks. 

You were sharing each other’s breath now.

“Haaa, that’s what I should be saying.” His pace quickened, and your pleasure grew. “My cute little kohai is clenching down on my fingers. Clenching down on me.” You panted out as his fingers curled and scissored inside of you. “Ahh, I can’t wait anymore!” He pulled his fingers out of you quickly and you didn’t even get a chance to react before his dick was slipping in. “Forget the stupid bet!” His hands kept a brutal grip on your hips, keeping you in place. Mostly. The power of his thrusts had you slipping up the bed, and you were very grateful the pillows were there.

“O-oh!” Your hands clenched into the bedsheets as he hammered into you. His pace didn’t slow down, and he didn’t relent in his intensity. One of his hands left your hips to slip into your mouth.

“Suck,” He groaned out, and then whined when you obeyed. “Such a good little kohai I have. You’d do anything for your senpai, huh?” He pushed down on your tongue. Even in the dark, you could see his eyes holding lust and a deep admiration. “You, you like me for me. A-and you don’t care about my reputation.” You closed your eyes and bobbed your head on his fingers. He let out another groan, slipping his fingers out of your mouth to rub them on your clit. You arched up and let out an embarrassingly loud moan. You really hoped no one heard that. 

“Are you close, baby? Gonna cum for your favorite Pro? Gonna let me k-keep y-” Mineta curled over you, shoving his face into your chest. “Dammit, how am I supposed to last long when your pussy is clenching down on me like this?!” His pace slowed, his hips jerking at a tell-tale uneven pace. You giggled and leaned down to kiss him. His tongue was in your mouth instantly, running over your teeth, curling around your tongue, and then thrusting in and out. It was sloppy, and with his fingers still on your clit, with him still pressing into you, it was also fucking hot.

You were going to cum, and you didn’t even care. The panties were just an incentive anyways. You got to fuck your senpai, and make him happy. A win-win for the both of you.

You broke away from the kiss, just barely aware of the string of drool that connected your mouths. “Mineta-senpai, I’m going to-”

“Cum?!” His excitement was cute enough that you didn’t mind that he cut you off. You met his thrusts as best as you could rolling your hips so he could fuck that particular spot inside of you that made you toes curl and eyes roll into the back of your head. 

“Yes, yes yes yes yes yes!” For a long moment, you felt perfect. The burst of pleasure that rocked your whole body and left you boneless as your senpai kept fucking you, whimpering as he sucked on your tit. Not even your nipple, your tit. You inhaled as he released your hips to wrap his arms around you, and it was only due to his small size that you didn’t mind. Your head fell back, eyesight a bit wonky from the intensity of the orgasm that just rocked through you. Mineta, apparently not yet satisfied, continued thrusting into you, stupidly powerful thrusts making you clench and squeal. “Mineta-senpai, you’re…the best.” 

“Hehe, yeah. I’m the best. I AM THE BEST!” His hands gripped your hips with a newfound ferocity and he flipped you over partially, leaving you confused and a bit dazed in the dark. One of his hands left your hips to grab his dick, and he aimed it right for your fluttering opening. 

“S-senpai, wait,” Your weak cry fell on deaf ears.

“Plus,” The manic drive of a Hero pushed him forward. “ULTRA!!!”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“So!” The receptionist gave you a bright smile, “Did you both enjoy your stay at Reaching Heights Hotel?”

You let your (grumpy) silence speak for itself, while Grape Juice sheepishly handed her his card. “It, haha, definitely helped me regain my drive!” The receptionist blinked at him, and then gave him a placid smile that only a front desk attendant could. And his card back. “Soooo thankyounowwehavetogobyeandsorryforthestains!”

You eyed Grape Juice as he turned to scurry away, and kicked your foot out, tripping him. Immediately taking advantage of his disoriented state, you snatched his card up and smirked down at him. You’re not quite sure how you look in that moment, but you are sure you liked that wide-eyed, vulnerable expression on his face. 

“Next time,” You murmur, “I get to be the one on top, squeezing every last drop out of you, senpai.” 

[master-sass-blast]

The Reception Fic

(Look, I know the title sucks. Let’s just ignore that, okay? Okay.)

Summary: Yours and Piotr’s wedding reception.

Pairing(s): Piotr Rasputin x Reader.

Rating: G. Ignore the swear words. Thank you.

Set after “Price Well Worth Paying.”

Taglist: @marvel-is-perfection, @chromecutie, @super-darkcloudstudent, @girl-obsessed-with-things, @nebulous-leo

The concept of a “magical” wedding had always seemed laughable to you, even after you’d met Piotr. First, the people using the phrase were often Pintrest-style bloggers and wedding planners trying to sell their websites that probably drank too much caffeine, and second, you’d been up close to enough real magic by now that you knew all too well that magic usually contained more blood and death than seemed appropriate for the average wedding.

But now you’re married to Piotr –married, til death do us part and everything—and you finally get what everyone’s been saying. It’s absolutely magical.

And, honestly, it isn’t the decorations, even though they do make everything look beautiful. It isn’t your dress, either, though you love it and love wearing it and love the way Piotr teared up when he saw you in it for the first time. It isn’t the location, or the weather, or the food either, though they all help contribute to making the day absolutely perfect.

It’s Piotr and that you love him and he loves you –and, to a slightly lesser degree, the people who are standing as witnesses and helping the two of you celebrate your love for each other.

You grin up at Piotr when your two’s first married kiss as a couple ends and mouth the words “I love you” at him.

He smiles, blue eyes sparkling, and mouths them back to you.

Yeah, it’s magical, alright.

***

There’s a short break between the ceremony and the reception so the necessary tables and chairs can be set up and so that Aiden and his team can take pictures of you and Piotr, your wedding party, and your families. They take advantage of the gardens and grounds attached to Xavier’s property, and have the lot of you in various positions and pairings to get a full spread of pictures to remember the day with.

(Most of them focus on you and Piotr, though some notable highlights include one of you and Wade messing around with sparklers, one where you and Piotr make goofy faces at the camera, and one of Nikolai adjusting Piotr’s tie.)

You grin up at Piotr as you head back towards the house for the reception. “Ready to party, baby?”

He grins back down at you and squeezes your hand in his. “With you? Always.”

***

The reception is kicked off with a toast to you and Piotr, accompanied with a shot of extremely bitter vodka for each of you as per the Russian tradition.

Piotr knocks his like a champ while everyone else chants “Gorko!” (or “Bitter!” for those who can’t get a hang of Russian.)

You, however, get maybe half a sip in your mouth before you gag and spit it out. You let out a scream of disgust while several people laugh and quickly set your shot glass aside. “Oh, hell no! Ew!”

Piotr chuckles as he sets his glass down. “Myshka, you have to drink—”

“No! Shut up and kiss me so I can eat something to get that taste out of my mouth!”

Everyone laughs, then claps, when Piotr dips his head to press his lips against yours.

***

Speeches and other toasts are given while everyone eats –courtesy of the open mic, which you managed to sneak in under Piotr’s radar for “things that might cause trouble.”

Wade and Ellie give their “man of honor” and “best lady” speeches; they both wind up taking the route to talk about how long it got took for the two of you to get together in the first place and how nauseatingly in love the two of you are on a day-to-day basis –and Wade manages to keep his speech mostly clean, to boot. All in all, it’s easily classified as a win.

And then they open the mic up to anyone who wants to tell funny anecdotes about the two of you, and you laugh as you watch Piotr drop his face into his hands.

Several people have a go of it, including Russell, Kitty, and Kurt, one of Piotr’s closer friends. Between your propensity for mischief and the occasional dichotomy between Piotr’s mannerisms and his willingness to entertain your ideas, there’s no shortage of funny stories that leave everyone in stitches from laughing so hard by the time it’s all sudden done.

The surprising highlight of the night, though, is Mikhail. You swear you see Piotr’s eyelid twitch when his older brother takes the microphone in hand, but then he launches into a speech about a time Piotr had saved a nearly drowned litter of kittens on their family farm as a kid, transitions that into his brother’s evident dedication to the things he cares about and loves and how he’s seen that same dedication in his commitment to you, and clinches it with a joke about “for all that you love cats, I am not certain how you wind up with mouse” before congratulation the two of you on your marriage and wishing you both well.

You find yourself wiping away a few tears while Piotr gets up and hugs his brother.

Yeah, it’s magical.

***

Piotr’s lips press against the top of your head as the two of you sway back and forth. “Your dancing skills have improved immensely, moya lyubov’.”

You beam up at him. “I know! I haven’t even stepped on your toes once—”

Piotr winces as you catch his foot with the heel of your shoe and jerks his foot out of the way.

“Dammit!” You press your forehead against his chest as he chuckles and rubs his hand up and down your back. “Sorry!”

“It is alright, myshka,” he reassures you. “It would not be us if there was not at least one mishap.”

You giggle and nod. “Yeah, that’s true. I love you.”

He grins and dips his head to kiss you. “And I love you, myshka.”

***

The reception, all in all, is a lot of fun. Everyone enjoys the food, swapping stories and conversation, and just about everyone joins in for a rousing group dance rendition of the “Cha Cha Slide” that is –as the kids say—absolutely lit.

There is also more than enough cake for everyone, which makes you happy beyond compare.

You also toss your bouquet during the reception, which is subsequently caught by an elated Kitty.

(The garter toss goes far less smoothly. You’re not sure who’s face is redder through the whole process, yours or Piotr’s, and Mikhail and Wade don’t stop making various inappropriate comments through the whole things –but what really tops it off is that, somehow, the garter winds up getting tossed straight into Alex’s face.

Fortunately, she –and everyone else—laugh about it, even if Piotr does bury his face against your legs at having accidentally launched your garter at his mother’s face.)

But, eventually, the festivities do come to a close. Grant and his servers pack up, as do Aiden and his team, and the guests head back into the mansion while you and Piotr stroll towards your new home, hand in hand.

“Hey,” you say as the two of you walk along the path that cuts through the trees to your new home in the early evening light. “We’re married.”

Piotr giggles and smiles down at you. “We are.”

“And we have our own home.”

“That we do.”

“So… when do you want to start the ‘marital consummation’ bit of all this?”

Piotr snorts and shakes his head. “Did you have something specific in mind?”

“I mean…” You make a small show of looking all around you. “There’s no one else here right now.”

Piotr rolls his eyes good naturedly and shakes his head. “Nyet.”

“I thought you liked having sex with me.”

He sighs, longsuffering, and tugs your hand. “Come on, myshka.”

You giggle to yourself and resume walking again.

Waiting for you on the front porch of your house, though, is your uncle. He looks a little tired –if the bags under his eyes are anything to go by, at least—but he still smiles when he sees the two of you.

“I didn’t think I would see you today!” you exclaim as you break away from Piotr to give your uncle a hug.

“I wasn’t sure if I was gonna see you, either. I’m glad I did, though.” He gives you a misty-eyed grin when he steps back. “You look beautiful, punk.” He pulls a few envelopes out of his inner jacket pocket and hands them to Piotr. “I can’t stay long, but –honeymoon information and plane tickets. Figured you two would want them.”

Piotr accepts them with a nod and a quiet “thank you.”

“I know you can’t stay, but I think there’s still some cake and stuff left,” you offer, gesturing in the direction of the mansion. “Everyone’s pretty well cleared out to do their own thing, so I don’t think anyone would see you.”

Your uncle smiles sadly. “I actually have to clear out now, punk. I wasn’t kidding when I said I wasn’t sure I’d be able to make it. I just… wanted to see you. Today’s important.”

“Yeah,” you say, equally as sad. “Okay.”

He pulls you into another hug and kisses the top of your head. “Love you, punk.”

“Love you, too.”

Piotr puts an arm around you as your uncle gets a running start and takes off. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you reassure your husband –husband, he’s your husband now—as you carefully dab at a few tears. “Just emotional.” You take a deep breath and steady yourself emotionally, then smile up at him. “Ready to go inside?”

Piotr smiles back. “Konechno.”

And then he sweeps you off your feet and into his arms, bridal-style.

How appropriate.

You laugh and loop your arms around his neck as he carries you up the front porch steps—

And then the front door swings open and Mikhail steps out of your house.

“Ublyudok!” Piotr hisses, tightening his grip on you so he doesn’t wind up accidentally dropping you. “What are you doing?”

“Relax, malen'kiy brat,” Mikhail says nonchalantly. “I just came to give this.” He hands you a plastic coffee grounds container with a label that says “motorcycle repair fund” taped to the front of it. “You’re welcome.”

Piotr eyes his brother suspiciously. “What about bike?”

Mikhail shrugs, grinning smugly. “Not broken.”

Piotr sighs and shakes his head. “Well, thank you.”

“Yeah,” you agree as you screw off the top and peek in. “Whoa, that’s a lot of cash!”

Piotr frowns as he peers down at the jar. “I did not give that much.”

“Community fund,” Mikhail explains with a wink. He nods towards you. “Get lady something nice on honeymoon, da?”

Piotr’s expression finally softens as he smiles at you. “That sounds like plan.”

“Thought you would agree. Now, if you two will excuse, I hear cake calling my name.”

You shake your head as he teleports out of view. “Still not used to that.”

“You are not only one.”

You chuckle, then look up at your husband. “Shall we, Mr. Rasputin?”

Piotr grins and resumes carrying you inside your new home. “We shall, Mrs. Rasputin.”

[nimarasnetherworld]

New fanfiction : It’s the Thing with Life, No one makes it out alive.

So this idea came to me after a conversation in a Beetlejuice the musical discord server and with @blossem12. It's going to be five chapters long! I hope you'll enjoy! Don't hesitate to leave kudos and comments if you read it on Ao3 I love hearing opinions on my work!

(you can read this on Ao3 right here!)

summary :  While doing their community service in the Netherworld, Adam and Barbara finds a box of strange files. Files of people who died over two years ago. They surely didn't expect to find the file of someone they know in it. Especially since this person is still alive.

Chapter 1 : The Netherworld

Barbara hated the Netherworld. The land of the dead was always basked in that weird purple-greenish light and the fog was terrible. No wonder anyone would go back if they could. It was a chance that Adam and her had. The needed to spend only a limited amount of time each day in the strange dimension for their community service. Yes, it had been a surprise for the Maitlands too when they learned that the Netherworld had laws and that breaking some of these laws could end up in you being forced to do some community service.

Both, the couple and Beetlejuice, had been sentenced to community service for the next ten years. Of course, it technically was Beetlejuice’s fault but the dead couple had to admit that maybe they had some responsibilities in the events that occurred in the living world. Lydia had trespassed into the Netherworld. Something that living people were not supposed to do. Obviously. And of course, there was the Sandworm that ate Juno. That was probably what got them actually sentenced. Miss Argentina had told them they could be happy because it wasn’t a big sentence compare to their “crimes”. But Adam and Barbara quickly understood that it was mostly because everyone hated Juno and that they were glad to get rid of her.

So right now, Barbara and Adam were following Miss Argentine through the long corridors of the Netherworld for their next mission. They had been separated from Beetlejuice who apparently had a different mission than them. Which was both a relief and sad. Even though Beetlejuice was no longer a demon but a ghost like them, he still had immense powers that were sometimes handy in their tasks. But at the same time Beetlejuice was still a synonym of chaos which could make their task more difficult sometimes.

“Okay, so this will cover your last three hours for this week.” said the green receptionist taking a sudden left turn. The couple hurried behind her. How could she walk so fast in those heels?

Adam shivered every time a ghost passed near him. Of course, it was silly because he was a ghost himself but he couldn’t help it. The ghosts from the Netherworld seemed different. Tired by years or maybe even centuries of wandering in the dimension. Their trips to the Netherworld always reminded Adam how lucky Barbara and he were to be living with the Deetzes.

Miss Argentina stopped abruptly in front of a big red door. Adam almost bumped into her. The beauty queen turned toward them,

“This is the Netherworld’s archives. Every single file of every deceased person is in there. I want you to rearrange the files from the people who died over the last five years. Right now, they are in alphabetical order and we want them in chronological order.”

“The last five years?!” exclaimed Adam, “But more than 150 000 people die each day! It’s going to take us years!”

Beside him, Barbara nodded. Miss Argentina raised one eyebrow,

“Well good thing you’ve been sentenced to ten years then!”

And with that, she pushed the door open, letting the Maitlands in the enormous room. For a moment the couple stayed stunned in the entrance. The archives looked like a giant Library. Files covered the shelves going up against the ceiling. The room seemed to stretch to the horizon as it was impossible to see the opposite wall. They were pulled out of their thoughts by the receptionist who passed near them.

“Okay follow me instead of staying there like fishes!”

Once again, Barbara and Adam followed her until they arrived in front of the shelves containing the files of the deceased from the last five years.

“Here it is! Good luck. I’ll come back to get you in three hours.”

The beauty queen walked back from where they came from, the sound of her heels echoing around the room, followed by the sound of the door slamming shut.

Barbara sighed, “Why do we have to do this? It’s going to take so much time.”

“I know hon,” Adam wrapped an arm around her, “But at least we’re together.”

The blonde let out a small giggle at her husband’s optimism.

“Yes, we are. But I think we should get started if we don’t want to be stuck here for the next thirty years.”

So, they went to work. Taking the files one by one out the shelves and putting them by dates. The had a small debate on how to sort people who died the same day and finally agreed on putting them in alphabetical order.

“One shelf done!” exclaimed Adam happily.

“I can’t believe we only did one shelf! It seems like we’ve been doing this for five hours already! Do you think Miss Argentina forgot about us?”

When she received no response, Barbara turned to her husband, whose eyes were fixed on something she couldn’t see.

“Adam are you alright?”

“What? Oh sorry, hon, it’s just,” he moved some of the files, “I think there’s something under the shelf.”

With a frown, Barbara got on her knees, soon joined by Adam as they looked under the giant shelf.

“You’re right! It looks like a box.” Exclaimed Barbara, “Let’s get it out.”

It took them a few minutes but they finally managed to get the box out of its hiding place. Inside were several files. But they weren’t green like the one already on the shelves but red. In big bold letters the words “TO PROCESS” were stamped on the front of the box.

“Do you think they made a mistake by putting it here?” asked Adam, going through the files

“Well probably since they haven’t been processed apparently. I wonder what it means.”

Adam had suddenly stopped browsing the files. His hands clenched around one of them,

“Uh Barbara… You should see this.”

Barbara leaned over her husband’s shoulder, looking at the file in his hands.

“But… it’s not possible.” She said slowly as she read the small prints on the file.

“I don’t understand either.” Said Adam “I mean we’re living with Delia. I think we would know if she was dead. Especially since she apparently died more than two years ago!”

The file was indeed disturbing.

“Delia Schlimmer; Born: May 24, 1977; Dead: February 12, 2017.”

A picture of a smiling redhead was glued on the front page. It was unmistakably the Delia they knew. For a moment none of them said a word. Not really knowing what to do with this information.

“We should probably talk about it to Miss Argentina.” Finally said Adam.

As if she had been summoned by his words, the sounds of heels echoing suddenly filled the archives and a few minutes later, the green woman stood in front of them,

“Your three hours are up.”

Adam quickly put the file back into the box.

“Uh… We found something weird.” Began Barbara

“it’s the Netherworld, everything is weird here.” Said Argentina, rolling her eyes.

“No. We mean that we found this box,” continued Adam, gesturing to the box on the floor, “and the files in it don’t make any sense.”

This time Miss Argentina frowned, “What do you mean?”

“Well first the files are red and not green like the other and…” Barbara hesitated, “there is a file in it that says that one person we know is dead. But I’m pretty sure this person is not dead since we live with her.”

The beauty queen had paled slightly at her words.

“It’s impossible. Red files mean they haven’t been processed yet. And in the archives, all the files are processed.”

“Well apparently not these ones.” Adam regretted talking as Miss Argentina sent him a death glare. Good thing he was already dead.

She quickly took the box and immediately started walking toward the exit. Barbara and Adam stood there for a moment before running after her. Once they arrived at the reception, the couple was out of breath. Well, metaphorically. Miss Argentina put the box on her desk. She pressed a button and the door toward the Deetzes’s house opened.

“Here you go! See you on Monday!” exclaimed the green woman, clearly wanting them to go.

“But what about the…”

“I’ll tell you about it once I understand why this box was in the archives. Now shoo!”

The Maitlands didn’t question her. They went through the door, still slightly disturbed by their discovery.

They appeared back in the living room, where Delia was seating on the couch, reading a book about meditation. When she heard them coming back, she put her book aside to greet them,

“Barbara, Adam! How was your community service today?”

They looked at each other, silently agreeing on not saying anything about what they had found. They would wait for Miss Argentina’s investigation to be over before saying anything to the Deetzes.

“It was okay! We’re glad to be back!” said Barbara as lightly as she could.

Delia gave them a big smile, “Good! Beetlejuice has been back for a few minutes now. I think he went in the attic.” The life coach sat back down and went back to her book.

The Maitlands slowly made their way to the attic. Already discussing a way to evict Beetlejuice from it before he made a mess. But the files never left their thoughts as they wondered how much time Miss Argentina would need before she could give them an explanation.

Turned out they didn’t need to wait very long. Two days later, the six of them were eating dinner. Lydia was talking about her day at school to the Maitlands as Charles was talking about one of his new real-estate projects to Delia, trying not to be distracted by Beetlejuice who was floating around the room, trying to eat a spider.

They all jumped as the door to the Netherworld opened. Miss Argentina stepped out of it, a somber expression on her face and three red files under her arm.

[blackwatchladies]

Can I get some Mercykill for the character/character please. I’m fine with SFW and NSFW :D

Of course, you can! I gave you a bit of both with fluffy SFW goodness at the start and ending with some NSFW fun at the ending. I hope you enjoy! The story was inspired by some of the MercyKill Headcannons found here.

Also this is kind of long and if you don’t want to read it on Tumblr you can find it here on AO3. Enjoy!

- Mod Raven

Reader Insert MasterlistCharacter x Character Masterlist

Warning: NSFW towards the end of the fic

It had been a long hard week for Gabe, truthfully it had been a long hard month. Between training new recruits, daily meetings with Ana and Jack, and mission reports he was spent. He left the office late almost every night and was in early almost every morning. He was tired. “Athena,” he called out, “Do I have anything scheduled for lunch today?”

“No Sir, it appears that your lunch hour and the time after remains completely open.” Replied the AI.

A rare smile appeared on Gabe’s face, “If anyone is looking for me tell them it’ll have to wait until after lunch. I’ve been neglecting my girl and I have a plan to rectify that.” Grabbing his jacket, he made his way out of his office, pass reception when the door opened. There in front of him stood the very angle he was thinking about.

Mercy knew that it has been a trying month for Gabe. He had a lot on his plate and she didn’t envy him, nor did she hold it against him that he hasn’t been around as much. She understood that this was an important time in reforming Overwatch and tried her best to be supportive. That’s why this morning before coming into work she made chocolate chip cookies, his favourite and planned to surprise him on what should be his lunch break. Truthfully it was more of an inhaling of half a sandwich before his next conference call or meeting. She walked into the reception area that housed offices for Jack, Gabe and, Ana, “Hi Faye, is he and have a minute?” she asked, nodding her head towards the door when a smoky voice answered her question.

“For you mi Cielito I always have a minute, maybe even two.” He joked, stepping forward to pull her into an embrace, “I was just coming to look for you. Turns out I have this lunch hour free and was wondering if my favourite scientist wanted to go get some lunch.”

“Well that’s a coincidence, I was just on my way to see my favourite commander.” Before she could finish a distant cry was heard in the background.

“Hey!” Called Jack loudly from his office.

“Sorry Jack,” replied Mercy in a singsong voice, turning her attention back to Gabe, “Anyways, as I was saying I was coming to bring you some cookies. I know how hard you’ve been working lately thought a snack would be nice.”

Gabe watched as she pulled out this giant container from her purse, “Is there anything you don’t have in there Angela? It must weigh a thousand pounds.” He joked, trying to pick it up and acting like he couldn’t, “Just let me go hide these, so there will actually be some left when I get back and we can go.”

“Don’t worry Gabe, I made enough that you could share and still have some left over.”

“Doesn’t mean that I want to,” he chuckled walking back out of his office and offer Mercy his arm, “Shall we Cariña?”

Fifteen minutes later the couple found themselves standing in front of an old brick building, “Good afternoon, table for two?” Gabe nodded his head, “Perfect, you two can sit where ever you’d like and the server will be right over.”

The couple made their way to one of the free tables with an umbrella and chatted idly until a voice interrupted them “If it isn’t Gabe and our own resident doctor!” Cried the server in surprise walking up to the table, “I haven’t seen you guys around here awhile, things keeping you busy at the office?”

“It’s nice to see you too Gabi,” replied Mercy, “It’s nice to see you too.”

“Work has kept me pretty swamped, but I managed to sneak away to treat his lovely lady to some lunch. Can we have the usual please?”

“I think we both can agree this lovely lady deserves some lunch,” she said in a cheeky voice. “So that’ll be the nachos to split, chicken quesadilla, pulled pork, and a side order of gorditas?”

Mercy nodded her head, “Could we also get an order of tortilla soup to go?” Gabi nodded and went on her way. Gabe looked at you with an eyebrow raised, “What? I assume you’re going to stay late at the office tonight and I’d like you to have something to eat besides cookies.”

Gabe laughed a full belly laugh, “You’re always looking out for mi Cielito. Sorry, I’ll probably have to miss supper again, it’s only for a few more weeks and then life slows down a bit. At which point I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

“It’s okay Gabe, we have demanding jobs, and this is a fairly large batch of recruits. I should know, I had to do their physicals.” she giggled, reaching her hand out across the table of him to hold, “Besides babe, it’s giving me time to deep clean the apartment. Although I would like your help moving some of the furniture around when you get a chance.”

“Of course, I’ll make some time to help you this weekend.” The pair passed the time pleasantly engaged in conversation until it was time to head back to the office. Gabe pulled out his phone to check the time and see what his afternoon was like, “We have some before I need to be back, want to take the long way back?”

Looping her arm around his she said, “Let’s go!”

The couple walked in amicable silence, each enjoying the beautiful weather and the chance to be outside of the office stretching their legs. They were about five minutes away from the base when Gabe suddenly stopped in front of an animal shelter, “The reason I wanted to take the long way back to base was that I had a surprise for you.” Pointing to the shelter. He knew for a while now that she wanted a dog, it’s come up in conversation several times.

“Gabriel Reyes, I swear if you are messing with me it’s not even funny.”

“I would never joke about something like this, let’s go find out new fur baby!” He took her hand and they walked into the shelter. Five minutes later they were being shown the different dogs around the shelter. Five minutes later Gabe finished filling out some paperwork and rejoined his partner in the yard where she was playing with a brown dog. “Is this the one?”

Mercy gracefully made her way over to him, the fog followed along behind her, “Gabe this is Kinsley, Kinsley this is Gabe. She’s an American Staffordshire Bull Terrier mix and is 1 year and one 1 month old. She is super affectionate, sociable, and loves to cuddle, she’s still young and has lots of energy. So, you finally have a girl that will go for runs with you.”

“Cariña, breathe. She’s perfect.” He declares, crouching down to give her a scratch between the ears before picking her up, “While I was signing the paperwork out front I picked up a portable carrier to give her a home base at the office. Shall we get going?”

Snaking one arm around his waist, she holds her phone up with the other one, placing the dog between them, “Smile Gabe, this is one for photo albums!”

The rest of the day was spent between doing paperwork and video chatting with Angela and Kinsley. She seems to have settled into life at the office rather well, everyone loved her. Everyone wanted to pet her, and a lot of the senior members spoiled her. Jack immediately dropped down dropped down and gave her belly loves, speaking to her like a baby. Ana and Reinhart immediately set up a playdate with their dog Penny. Winston brought her some peanut butter treats he made and Tracer played fetch with her in the courtyard.

At the end of the day, the couple made a trip to the pet shop before heading back to their apartment. They got all kinds of toys, bones, and treats for Kinsley. Gabe smiled to himself watching Angela pick out a bed and putting it in the cart before pointing to another one. “I think this would work.”

“Angie, hunny, we don’t need two beds, the apartment isn’t that big.”

“I know,” she replied throwing it into the cart anyway, “That one is for your office, we should probably pick up a couple toys and a treat holder for your desk.” She said it was the most obvious thing in the world, going about her shopping.

Long after the sun had set over Watchpoint: Gibraltar, Gabe poured two glasses of wine and set them on the table in the living room. “Cariña,” he called out, “Can you come here for a minute?” Look down at the dog he spoke softly, “Okay, girl show time. Are you ready to play your part, Kinsley?”

Almost as if on cue Mercy walked into the room. His eyes were drawn to her, she looked beautiful. Even if she was just wearing leggings and one of his Blackwatch shirts, like she is right now, she was still the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. Kinsley excitedly made her way up to Mercy who immediately moved to pet her affectionate. Gabe took this as his cue to get down on one knee.

“Gabe, what is this?” She questioned, pointing to the dog’s collar. It was a strand of blue ribbon, tied perfectly into a bow, with a simple ring dangling from it. “Gabe?”

He untied the ring while he spoke softly, his voice filled with emotion, “Lord knows I’m not the easiest person to live with and I work a lot, but I promise to love you for the rest of my days if you’ll have me.  You’re my better half and I would be completely lost without you. Angela Ziegler, will you marry me?”

“Of course, I’ll marry you! Nothing would make me happier!” She held out her hand and felt him slide the ring on. Bring her hand up closer she admired the ring. It was a simple white gold band with a diamond in the middle and a garnet gemstone on each side, “Oh Gabe it’s beautiful!”

“I’m glad you like it mi cielito,” he handed her one of the glasses of wine from the table, “I’d like to propose a toast to us. May we have a long happy marriage!”

“I have to call Ana! She’s going to be so excited!” Mercy started to walk towards the kitchen, when Gabe grabbed her wrist, pulling her towards him until her back was flush against his, “I have to tell the other girls to! Gabe, I’m so happy!”

“I’m glad you’re happy, but do you really need to do that right now?” He asked, peppering her neck with kisses, “I thought that maybe we could have our own private celebration tonight.” As if to prove his point he spun her around and claimed his lips with his own. He could feel her go boneless, her mouth responding to his in that oh so familiar way. Wrapping his arms around her he started to undo her bra through the shirt, pushing her towards the bedroom.

Mercy felt her knees hit the back of the bed and her shirt be thrown to the ground somewhere, shortly followed by her bra. Before toppling back down on to the bed with Gabe’s body on top of hers. She shivered not from the cold, but from the anticipation but from what was coming next. His eyes were dark and lustful, she could see the need burning behind them. She was sure that the same look was mirrored in her own eyes. He brought his head back down and played a kiss on her lips, nibbling on her bottom lip before pulling away. His lips moved down to her neck, pressing a kiss against her collarbone before moving on to her breasts. Using one hand to cup her left breast his mouth found it’s way to the right boob, rolling the hardening bud between his fingers. Kissing it all over before taking her nipple into his mouth; biting and sucking at the sensitive skin. Her moans could be heard filling the room, and at that moment, Gabe swore to himself that there was nothing better than the sound of her silvery voice moaning and groaning because of him. Releasing the hard bud from his mouth, he kissed his way over to her left boob to give it the same treatment, his hand playing with right boob.

Satisfied with his work he continued his journey kissing down her body. Pausing only when he reached the waistline of her pants. He made quick work of hooking a finger into each side and slid them off her easily once she raised her hips for him. Gabe let out a low whistle of approval before bringing his head down to kiss along the top of her thong. He loved how she kept everything shaved, except for that little strip of hair on her pubic mound. Moving down she groaned in anticipation, only to let out a whimper of disappointment when she felt his lips contact the skin of her inner thighs. Kissing up one side and down the other side, “Gabbbbbbe,” she whined, her voice filled with longing, “Please”.

“Please what Cariña?” he smirked, placing a feather light kiss overtop of the lace of her thong.

“I need you,” she wailed, squirming around on the bed, her pussy throbbing for attention.

Gabe felt her plea go straight to his hard cock, making him harder than he thought possible. Not wasting any time, he hooked a finger under her though and gave it a sharp pull, ripping the fabric. He slid a finger inside of her, drawing out a long moan before he slid it back out and repeated the process, bringing her just to the edge of what she wanted. He withdrew his finger and listened to her whimper at the lost of contact. Smirking to himself he leaned up to kiss her lips, then moved them to where she really wanted them. He ran his tongue up and down her slit a few times then licked up to her clit, tracing slow circles around it. Capturing the bud with his lips he started to suck, bringing a finger up to slide into her pussy. Listening to her moan and raise her hips up to grind against his face. He added a second finger and fucked her pussy until she was right on the edge but stopped before she toppled over. He wanted them to do that together. “Pleaseeeee” she moaned breathlessly, he wondered if she even knew what she wanted from him.

“God that’s so hot,” he thought to himself, placing his finger in front of her lips to quickly be engulfed in her mouth. He groaned feeling her tongue swirl around his finger, imagining it was his hard cock in her mouth. Using his other hand to undo his pants letting them fall to the floor, stepping out of them.

Mercy watched from her spot on the bed as he withdrew his finger and used both his hands to free his throbbing erection. She watched is bob in place, admiring how it looked in the moonlight. He was uncut and a solid nine inches, she measured it once, that leaned slightly to the right and decently girthy. She could feel her pussy throb at the thought of him sliding inside of her. Gabe grabbed hold of his cock and lined it up with her entrance, stroking it up and down her slit, getting it nice and wet with her juices, “Gabe, please!”

He couldn’t resist anymore, he slowly slid inside of her, “Fuck,” he said under his breath, “You’re so tight for me baby.” Once fully inside he paused to let her get used to the feeling of being so full. He felt her start to move under him and took that as his cue to start moving again. He pulled all the way out, before slowly sliding all the way back inside of her. Increasing the speed and force of each thrust until he was ramming his hard cock deep inside of her with each hard thrust. He didn’t think he could last much longer, her walls were gripping him like a vice, “I’m so close baby, cum with me” he begged, reaching a hand down to rub her clit. With a few more thrust he heard her start to come undone for him. She screamed his name and string of unintelligible words and pussy clenched around his hard cock. One last thrust was all it took for him to shoot his cum deep inside of her, before he collapsed on top of her. Both panting for breath.

After a minute he rolled of her and she cuddled up to his side, “I love you” she mumbled drifting off to sleep.

“I love you to baby,” he replied, placing a gentle kiss against her forehand, “More than you know.”

- Mod Raven

[bigstrawberrynacho]

Why am I such an easy target for Narcissists? 2 of my 3 serious boyfriends were emotionally abusive, gaslighting Narcissists. And now I’ve just had a weird 1.5 year encounter with a third one. I think I am an emotionally vulnerable caretaker and they can smell it on me. 

Today I confronted C about gaslighting me and being a narcissist. I didn’t want to end the friendship or even insult him, I just wanted him to be aware of it and maybe talk to his therapist or analyze his behavior. He told me that our friendship was over. I’m going to recount all the things that he did to make me think that he was one here, in case he tries to manipulate me out of feeling that way. 

So he agreed to let me stay with him for 4 days while I was in town for the job fair. 

When I got there, I was hungry and felt sick. I hadn’t eaten but I felt kinda nauseous and not in the mood for food either. He asked me what sounded like something I could eat and I said Vietnamese. I had a particular dish in mind: grilled pork vermicelli. That sounded like something I could stomach because it’s light and fresh but still filling. He takes me to a Vietnamese restaurant and says I HAVE TO order his favorite dish. Not like “should” but “have to”. It wasn’t what I wanted. 

Next, the food came with a huge like 1 cup serving of cilantro on top which I did not want to eat. I picked the cluster cilantro up and set in on the table because there was no where else to put it. C was horrified and told me I WAS “A CHILD.” And that I should not eat like that if I had a lunch job interview. 

And the server was picking up our food and noticed that the cilantro was on the table and C told the server that I was “embarrassing” and apologized for me. And then the server joined in on this abuse (which is wildly inappropriate for a server to do) and told me that I should’ve asked for no cilantro. The menu didn’t say it had cilantro and of course I didn’t even pick this dish out, C picked it for me. A server’s job is really not to insult their table but I think C was just being such a dick to me that the server thought it was okay to pick on me as well. 

I told him that I was stressed because I was about to sign a lease with a guy from Craigslist. But I said this guy seems really cool though blahblah, and he told me he “didn’t trust my judgement” in picking this roommate and went online and found me a 1 bedroom apartment to live in instead. And he followed up with me multiple times on if I had made plans to see the apartment he picked out. 

He kept nitpicking everything that I said or did. Like constantly. He told me I pronounced words wrong, he corrected me when I said “less” instead of “fewer”, he told me that my accent was heavier than he remembered and that I should try to stop using words that I pronounced weird. I said the phrase “work-life balance” and he said that was a stupid phrase I should never say. He basically just kept criticizing everything I said or did and treating me like I was stupid. 

This got to the point where I didn’t even want to talk in front of him because I felt like I was walking on eggshells. I called him out for it and said, “is there anything I’m allowed to say without you criticizing me?” And he said, “ALLOWED?” Like that was the stupid word in that sentence.... 

These are just not ways that one adult treats another adult. This is a way that an adult treats a child. 

We are only 14 months apart in age, I’m not a child compared to him. I routinely date men 5+ years older than him and they don’t treat me like I’m a child or even think that I’m immature. 

A different day, he was being sweet and told me that I was smart and I was so fucking surprised because all he ever says to me is critical and mean. It makes me feel so bad about myself, I was very surprised that he thought I was smart. I really didn’t think that he did. Because he always acts like he’s the smartest person in the room and I’m a stupid child. 

I am a person that has self-esteem issues and I can’t keep a condescending narcissist in my life. It makes me feel bad about myself and small. 

And one of the worst things about this is that we aren’t even romantically linked at all. He’s a friend. Who I had sex with 1 time in the past year. He doesn’t want to be with me and has said time and time again that he has no romantic interest in me. (I’m open to us dating but I’m not like pining after him.) But I think that’s like another piece of this strange puzzle: why would you be so extremely controlling over someone who you aren’t even with? This is abusive boyfriend behavior and you are just a friend? Do you treat all women like this or am I a special case because I’m your mentee? Is this another piece of the emotionally abusive puzzle, that he treats me like I’m his property but I can’t have his committment or love or approval in this way? 

And this argument started when I caught him in a lie. After we had sex, he told me that he hadn’t had sex “since March.” I had a minor STD scare a week later and was asking him about his sex/STD testing timeline and he said he got tested in April and had 2 partners other than me since. I confronted him about the discrepancy in the 2 stories and he just dug in his heels. He wouldn’t admit that he lied, or even that maybe he misspoke or that I misunderstood. He just got defensive and mad at me. And he always does this when I’m upset about something, he is never the one at fault and I’m ridiculous for even thinking that something might be his fault. It usually results in me apologizing for my original feelings which is so toxic. 

And that’s when I accused him of gaslighting me and then later of being a Narcissist. And of course he didn’t take being accused of being a Narcissist well, because he’s a fucking Narcissist. 

He wouldn’t really engage with what I was saying. His last test to me: 

“Are you so self-absorbed that you actually think someone’s lack of interest in you means they are simply incapable of empathy or feelings for others? And I’m sorry but I just don’t care enough to contemplate “gaslighting” you. I don’t have the interest, time or energy to deal with this anymore, and it is taking all of my restraint not to tell you to go fuck yourself, as that is unequivocally the worst thing anyone has ever said to me. It would be deeply hurtful, but for the fact that you don’t really know anything meaningful about me. In any event, it marks the end of our friendship.” 

This is pretty insulting. He has on multiple occasions minimized how much I mean to him when he’s mad at me. But when he’s not mad at me, he’s told me that I’m one of his “good friends” and told me that I am the single person that he spends the most of his time texting. (He’s an extremely busy person and he makes time to text me which he doesn’t have to and I know it). And he has gone out of his way for me on so many occasions. Letting me live with him for 4 days so I don’t have to book a hotel and spending so much time giving me advice and helping advance my career. Talking me through my anxiety attacks and holding me when I’m crying about my dad or about my ex. He’s been incredibly kind to me and done a lot of things that he didn’t have to. I think he was just trying to hurt my feelings because he knows that I’m insecure about how much he cares about me. 

Anyway, people are complicated. He has a lot that he brings to my life. He does a lot of good things too. But I can’t continue to overlook the bad. I don’t think it’s healthy for my growth as a person to be emotionally invested in someone who makes me feel small and stupid and less than. 

I would be interested in salvaging this if he would listen and be receptive to my issues. But he isn’t. And I would be extremely surprised if I could get through to him because all the things that make him a Narcissist are things that will make him non-receptive.