#pl e a se i want a shirt with this

[richardsikens-secretlovechild]

the way ch 26 has me crying in agony and cutting my braids with a butter knife😹🔫

anyways here are my reactions to Chapter 26 of Crimson Rivers by zeppazariel on ao3

SPOILERS BELOW

barely anywhere in and the tears are forming

THE BLACK BROTHERS REUNION AHH🫠a nuh bawl mi a bawl enuh a jus smth inna mi eye😭

“What, this?" Sirius huffs out a forced laugh and very pointedly doesn't look down at where he's currently covered in hot, sticky blood that his brother just projectile-vomited on him. That's the stuff of nightmares, frankly, and so he would like to not see it, thank you. "Not my first time being covered in blood. It's fine. I didn't even like this shirt."

(Sirius really liked this shirt.)

i’m so sick and tired zar pls 😭

Sirius tosses the wipe in the bin, then takes the cup and pan to the basin to clean them. As he does, he keeps talking to Regulus, speaking over the running water. "Wouldn't be the first time, and I'm not talking about this time either. I have a memory of you showing up at the foot of my bed—you had to have been either five or six—and you told me you weren't feeling well approximately three seconds before you vomited all over me and my bed, then started crying. Is that—did that actually happen, or is my brain making things up again?" imagining little reggie at the foot of sirius’ bed like “i frew up🧍🏾”

The water," Regulus croaks, and there is something in his eyes now, something that breaks Sirius' fucking heart. Fear. "Don't make me get in the water." my thirteenth fucking reason

HE DOESNT WANT TO SEE HIM FUCKING HELL

"Yeah, ow," James mumbles, blinking rapidly as he slumps again, this time like he's exhausted. The adrenaline wearing off, no doubt, letting his pain catch up to him. He reaches up to fumble for Sirius' wrist, then seems startled when he actually wraps his fingers around it. He gives a gentle squeeze, staring and staring at where they overlap, and then he looks up at Sirius with wide, watery eyes. "Oh. I've missed you." they make me so unwell

Sirius chokes out a laugh, fighting valiantly not to break down into tears, and James gives him a weak grin, even as the tears spill from his eyes. James shifts a little, tightening his grip on Sirius' wrist, then fully just yanks him down.

They sort of fall into each other, embracing and laughing through tears. Sirius can't decide if this is the best he's ever felt, or the worst. He thought—for a bit there, he really thought he'd never get this again. Never see his best friend again. Never hug him, speak to him, simply exist with him. The relief is overwhelming, and it still can't erase all the fear and pain that came from nearly losing James in agony over them dont hmu💔

One nurse works on removing the wrap around James' stomach where he was stabbed because the medicine did the job of healing it as much as it ever will. All that's left is time, which will make it fade but never erase it entirely. Sirius doesn't know whether to be amazed or baffled by the fact that James was stabbed in the same exact spot as Sirius was when he was sixteen. They quite literally have matching scars now, even if they look different. e betta mi guh sleep to pussyclaat

"Hey, we match," James says softly, while poking idly around the scar on his stomach, grimacing every time he does it. crying my eyes out and thrashing

They're both quiet as the nurses finish up, then quickly leave with instructions for James to remain in bed. As soon as they're gone, James tugs on Sirius' hand, urging him to climb in next to him without even saying a word. Sirius doesn't deny him, equally as desperate to be close as James is. their relationship means the world to me man:/ like a platonic love as strong as theirs is all i’m asking for

It takes a bit of maneuvering, but they eventually settle on the bed together. James can't really lay on his side, so Sirius does it for him, curled up against him as they just—breathe in perfect sync. In and out, together, as one. screaming and crying they’re so🙁🫶

"I'm so tired," James whispers.

"Me too," Sirius confesses. sliding down a wall

someone tagged me in fanart of regulus being dragged down by inferni on instagram while i was reading this chapter and i just- what if this was my last straw???

Oh.

Oh, Remus thinks, his heart doing this bittersweet sort of clench-and-release in his chest as he realizes that it's true. Not just in abstract. Not just them heading towards something they can never really have. Not just falling in love—but landing. Remus loves Sirius. He loves him. It's already there; it's already happened. It's love. He's in love.

nvm i no longer want to kms the italicized oh is enough to keep me going

that plus Pandora🙏🏾 live laugh love pandora

bless zeppazariel for not going full peeta on james but also curse him because why in the world would you write this

“"Your forgiveness was one of the things that kept me going, Sirius," James chokes out, his eyes brimming with tears, and it feels like Sirius' chest is caving in. To have that comfort ruthlessly taken from him, shattered before his very eyes by the source, by the one person who has never failed to comfort him before—it has to be crushing. Sirius feels like he's being crushed right along with it. "Do you forgive me now?"

James is looking at him like he's desperate, like Sirius' forgiveness is the only thing he needs, and without it he would simply give the fuck up, like the guilt would eat him alive. So, Sirius softens as much as he's able to, and he says, "Of course I do, James. There's nothing in this world you could ever do that I wouldn't forgive you for."” AND HAVE IT BE A LIE burning you at the stake for this one zar

i need a nap after this, it was so emotionally draining but oh so lovely to read

[velvetcoves]

some V3 relationship HCs :) (boys)

(f/n)= first name <3

-mod velv

K1-B0 (KIIBO)

★ I LOVE HIM-

★ anyway

★ Kiibo has a basic understanding of human nature, but there are things that he just.. doesn’t get

★ like.. why do you have so many cups?? don’t you need only a couple?

★ and yes, he supposes that rock shines, but why do you need it?

★ you’ll have to explain to him some of your nature, and most humans as well. he’s very interested in learning as much as he can :)

★ after he gets some of it, (which took a while), he’ll start collecting little things that remind him of you. like a crow

★ your reactions mean everything to him

★ if you have any games that require timing, i have one word for you.

★ Kiibo.

★ he can literally pass any levels you’re stuck on

★ did i mention he heats up?

★ even though he’s.. made of metal, he’s surprisingly very comfortable! however, there are times where some parts of him dig into you uncomfortably, but there are solutions :)

★ like sweaters!! and blankets

★ speaking of, i feel like Kiibo would have a love-hate relationship with winter

★ on one hand, he gets to see you in the snow, help you make a snowman, and keep you warm during the cold nights

★ but.. his body gets stuck more often.

★ and the metal gets cold quickly, and he doesn’t want you cold :(

★ but you just remind him of the sweaters and you’ve got a happy robot :)

KOREKIYO SHINGUJI

★ whenever you two go out, he always has to be touching you in someway

★ it’s never something big, and most times you don’t even notice him until later

★ more often than not, his hand finds its way to your back

★ it’s now a habit of his, to kind of lead you with that

★ if his hand isn’t at your back, i feel like it would be somewhere on your arm. like a linked arm, or he’s holding your hand so he doesn’t lose you in a crowd.

★ ok but his h a i r?

★ can i be a simp for hair

★ he definitely would let you, and only you play with his hair. like braiding it, brushing, etc.

★ i feel like he would rarely call you by your actual name, because he uses so. many. pet names.

★ “angel, could you grab that for me?”

★ “dearest, come here for a second.”

★ stuff like that smh oh to be called dearest by Kiyo

★ he’d tease you sometimes as well

★ if you’re shorter than him, he’d definitely hold things above his head so you couldn’t grab them. and if you’re taller than him, then oh boy. he’d hide stuff from you. not important things, but stuff you’d need only in that specific moment.

★ he also really likes to play with your fingers lol it helps him concentrate

★ ok but just imagine.. Kiyo in the middle of a conversation, you’re not really paying attention as you’re screwing around on your phone. suddenly, Kiyo’s soft fingers interlace between yours, giving your hand a squeeze before he begins to play with your index finger as he continues to talk. tracing the shape of it into his mind. almost like he wanted to make a copy of you.

★ he could never try to replicate you, though. you’re so perfect to him.

RANTARO AMAMI

★ TEASE KING. STEP ASIDE KOKICHI

★ Rantaro is definitely that dude that if you’re wearing a hat, he’ll pull it down over your eyes or he’ll just straight up steal it.

★ play with his hair plEASE-

★ his hair is soft, threads through your fingers rather easily, and smells like lime

★ y’all are that couple that has one’s head in their lap as they read or somethin, playing with the other’s hair.

★ he is also that dude that comes up behind you, covering your eyes with his hands as he whispers, “guess who?~”

★ Rantaro actually has pretty small hands, and they’re actually cold most of the time.

★ beware of him and his goddamn hands smh

★ he will definitely stick his hands under your shirt for “warmth” as he so says. you know that he just wants to see your reactions

★ he’s actually god at eyeliner, so if you need to wear some, he’s your guy. hey, the dude has sisters.

★ speaking of, his sisters absolutely ADORE you. usually when you go over to his house they just.. immediately snatch you for 99% of the time and Rantaro is just “😀”

★ he leaves you little doodles everywhere. like he’ll bring you a book you asked for, and like on the 120th page there’s a crow with heels and it's the funniest thing you’ve seen all day

★ he starts laughing when you bring it up, and eventually you both are just laughing so hard at it you can't breathe

★ he has so much fun when he’s with you. he can never repay you

SHUICHI SAIHARA

★ steal his hat steal his hat steal his-

★ Shuichi is flustered rather easily when it comes to you, so use that information to your advantage hehe

★ expect lots of cuddles from him, especially those back hugs. like the ones where he’ll come up behind you and wrap his arms around you, leaning his head on top of yours if you're shorter, or against your back if you’re taller.

★ he’ll let out a small sigh of content as he nuzzles into your form, trying to keep his face hidden.

★ he finds your voice so soothing, especially when you read to him? like watch this:

★ you two are working on one of his cases together. your job is reading out his notes from the scene, your voice a low murmur as he works away. you haven’t noticed that he’s just.. stopped writing, staring at his pen as he begins to play with it. scratchy handwriting is what his eyes rake over, an adoring smile plastered to his face as he just listens. eventually you notice he’s stopped. “..Shuichi?” your soft voice asks, and he jolts a bit, grasped from his daydream. “a-ah.. sorry (f/n).. continue?”

★ more often than not it's your murmurs that causes the sleep deprivation to slap him in the face and just be knocked tf out.

★ helping him with cases is one of your favorite things?? like Shuichi you’re so smart give yourself some credit?????

★ every morning he greets you with a small smile. even though he’s still really tired, he makes an effort for you :)

★ i love funky detective man smh

GONTA GOKUHARA

★ b,, baby man,,

★ if you’re terrified of bugs, he’ll try to keep his little friends away from you, he doesn’t want to scare you at all :(

★ if you don’t mind bugs/you like them, he’ll be overjoyed!!

★ he probably has a bug named after you

★ more often than not, you’ll find them in your room or on your things. usually they’re really gorgeous, he says they remind you of him that day :)

★ he tries to switch up the bugs you find each day, so it’s always a little surprise when you enter your own room

★ ask him to carry you

★ he wants to carry you.

★ pl e a se

★ Gonta is also really warm, and his hands are HUGE

★ expect so many head pats from him. he loves how small you are compared to him

★ boops from Gonta? boops from Gonta.

★ this man straight up craves your cuddles.

★ because of his body temperature and scent of pine, it’s not hard at all to fall asleep in his embrace

★ i feel like he wakes up rather early, so he gets the pleasure of watching you sleep

★ not in a creepy way! he thinks you look so.. peaceful. angelic, is more of the word.

★ he absolutely LOVES seeing you in his clothes. just the way the cloth envelopes your tiny frame, you with your adorable smile and sweater paws?

★ god he loves you sm

RYOMA HOSHI

★ when you two first got into a relationship, he rarely touched you.

★ he literally had no idea what to do

★ he lived all of his life on eggshells, scared of every coming day

★ and then you, his ray of sunshine, just came to him?

★ he’s just so lost

★ however, you knew what to do.

★ you basically taught him that no, you’re not going to disappear from his life at any given moment. you promise.

★ it took some convincing, but you got there.

★ anyway, he doesn’t show too much PDA, but he’s taken up the habit of grasping your sleeve when you two walk together

★ given the fact that you’re likely taller than him, this boy l o v e s your hugs.

★ the way you just envelope him in your loving embrace.. he feels like he doesn’t deserve it.

★ he might tell you so, but you quickly shut him up with a kiss or something :)

★ spooning spooning spooning-

★ he’s usually little spoon, but he’ll be big spoon if you want :)

★ Ryoma really likes being held by you. he feels like time stops, like all that matters is you in that moment.

★ he just feels so safe when he’s around you. he’s gotta get used to it

★ one time when you both went on a date, you accidentally found the main base of the stray cats in your town

★ they LOVED him and now you go there frequently to visit the cats

★ ya’ll definitely have a cat from there too smh you’re so cute

KOKICHI OUMA

★ at the earliest stages of your relationship, i have two words for you.

★ good luck.

★ you are not safe from Kokichi.

★ you are targeted by him.

★ anyway, i definitely feel like he would be so clingy with you.

★ he doesn’t care that you’re in public, he will latch onto you and be a nuisance.

★ holding onto your sleeve, holding your hand, latching onto your leg so you have to drag him around, full on trying to tackle you, etc.

★ p i g g y b a c k r i d e s

★ if you don’t want him to completely annoy you, just hoist him up onto your back for a ride

★ he LOVES it

★ i also feel like he wouldn’t really know what he’s doing at first.. you make him feel so many things, emotions that he thought were buried a long time ago. it’s a bit too much for him

★ patience is key with Kokichi. please just wait for him. he’ll catch up when he’s ready.

★ but when he does? and when you’ve convinced him you’re not leaving anytime soon?

★ you have the most caring and lovable man right at your side.

★ he’s.. so soft with you.

★ Kokichi absolutely adores being held by you. probably the most out of the V3 crew. he feels so secure, so sure of your relationship in those moments. he sleeps best when you’re around, which he desperately needs due the insomnia that plagues him most nights.

★ quiet cuddles are such a treasure to you. he’s usually silent during your cuddle sessions, his head either in the crook of your neck or buried in your chest, inhaling your scent so he can imprint it to his mind. it makes you more in love with him.

★ also DICE adores you-

KAITO MOMOTA

★ he is,, the biggest simp for you,,,

★ literally every single day, Kaito looks at you with the biggest grin on his face because every time he looks at you, he notices a new thing that makes him love you even more.

★ stargazing da te s✨

★ ^ these dates often end up with him going on a rant about the constellations and their movements, star types, etc. and you love him for it

★ his coat is so warm?? you wonder how he wears it 24/7

★ he absolutely LOVES it when you tackle hug him. he doesn’t even care if he was in the middle of a conversation, just feeling the sudden embrace of his s/o makes him melt.

★ those tackle hugs usually end up in him turning around and scooping you up, spinning you around before planting you back down and giving you a sweet kiss

★ PDA? he loves it

★ he NEVER would do anything that makes you uncomfortable though.

★ your PDA mostly consists of hand holding, hugs, all that soft stuff :)

★ he would definitely have to do a double take if you ever wore his jacket.

★ “hey (f/n)? where-“ and he’d just s t a r e at you, his face going ablaze in red

★ he’s like that Tamaki gif

★ yeah that one ^

★ more often than not, you get piggyback rides from him

★ the gentle rock of his body as he walks, his overall warmth, his scent of lavender.. it’s perfect to lull you asleep.

★ he wouldn’t have it any other way :)

[arigatouiris]

Catching Feelings — Connor [08]

Pairing: Deviant! Connor x Reader

Word Count: 2682

Warnings: EXPLICIT SEXUAL REFERENCES. SMUT. Swearing, mentions of period, sexual references, fluff, clumsy!reader, timid!reader (not for long), mentions of anxiety, inappropriate boss behavior (basically Gavin being Gavin)

Author’s Note: Characters actually have sex in this and it’s my first time writing smut so pls bear with meeeeeee. As much as I enjoy reading it, writing it is so so hard! Let me know what you think!

Also, those who want to be on the taglist, just send me an ask~

Summary: It is Connor’s first time.

Chapter Eight: Pleasure

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When Connor woke up, he smelled something. 

It was strange, normally he’d have control over the kind of smells he could smell but now they were all coming to him. The room smelled like floor cleaner, and there was the scent of jasmine air freshener in the air. He opened his eyes slowly, noticing water coming out of them. He instantly rubbed his eyes, groaning, before getting up.

His body felt warm, but when he ran vitals against himself, there were more features. There were hunger levels, body temperature, mental stability, and a few more. He looked around and saw a couple of androids before waiting.

    “Is… Is it done?” Connor asked, not sure how to proceed.

    “Yes, Connor. (y/n) is just outside. She’ll take you home now. Also, since it is Sunday, we’d suggest you not go to work tomorrow. It can take up to a day to adjust to the new settings that this upgrade offers. We have already briefed (y/n) regarding the situation and she will assist you with the upcoming changes.” The female android said, kindly.

Changes? Connor never intrinsically thought to himself so naturally. The thoughts were always there, one after another. It was fluidic. Almost a beautiful thing to experience. He wanted to see (y/n), he wanted to kiss her, he wanted to hold her hair and smell her, he wanted to—

Suddenly, his face warmed up, and his hand reached over and touched his cheek. Strange, he thought before feeling his ears warm as well. He suddenly felt the need to cover his face from anyone who could see him, he suddenly felt his thirium pump beat erratically. He associated this feeling with nervousness, but wondered why on earth he would feel nervous to see his own lover?

The door opened and in came (y/n), smiling at him. Connor’s eyes widened and he felt his chest constrict with a nice pain. Almost a flipping kind. (y/n) giggled at his bewildered expression and rushed over to give him a hug. She kissed his cheek before Connor grabbed her wrist and pulled her forward, pressing his lips to hers. (y/n)’s eyes widened as Connor led the kiss, pushing his tongue inside and his hands grabbing her cheek. He let out a low moan, before shutting his eyes and kissing her some more.

(y/n) pulled away a bit, clearly flustered, “Connor… Let’s head home first?”

    “That…” He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t stop kissing her, he couldn’t stop thinking of kissing her. He felt like his entire body was on fire, starting from his lips to the tips of his fingers. “That was amazing, (y/n).”

She stared into his eyes, which were suddenly a bit more lifelike. She kissed the tip of his nose before chuckling. Reese had informed her that Connor would be a tad bit more alert with his senses, especially the stimulation that his new gonads would be bringing him. As much as she was nervous about having sex with an android, she wouldn’t lie—she found Connor incredibly attractive. She waited as Connor got dressed, careful not to stare at him since he now had new features. She noticed the bulge in his pants now—before turning away.

Her heart was beating erratically, and for some reason, she sensed nervousness from his end as well. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but she knew Connor had to be nervous. It was going to be his first time, and she remembered her first time and her face lit up.

On reaching home, Connor smelled new smells. He could smell a different air freshener, a bit rosier than before, and the smell of fresh peppermint blended with wood. He walked around, wanting to touch things, feel things, all these stimulations were welcome and warm.

    “Connor?”

    “I really was missing out on so much…” His voice was a mere whisper, and (y/n) knew he didn’t even realize he was talking.

    “Do you feel okay?”

    “I think,” Connor took a second before turning and meeting her gaze, “I think what I’m feeling is joy. Unadulterated joy. I don’t have to scan for smells, because they come to me. I feel a bit nervous standing in front of you, your gaze is penetrating my very core—I do not know why I said that but I felt the need to—and I think I can be completely honest with you and not fear judgment—”

    “Of course! I’ll never judge you.”

Connor smiled before taking a step closer to (y/n). He held her hands in his and stared at their hands, sighing after. He rubbed his thumb across the back of her palm before looking at her once more.

    “You feel so soft,” He whispered, “Your fingers are smaller than mine.”

(y/n) took a step closer and noticed their height difference.

    “You’re taller than me, too.” She said, grinning.

    “You gave me a chance, and for that, I feel so grateful.”

    “I love you, Connor.”

His eyes widened at her words. His grip tightened on her hand and he embraced her instantly, not wanting her to see his facial reaction. He had never imagined that being told ‘I love you’ by someone you loved could cause such a reaction—he felt like he had nothing more to accomplish in his life because he had it all in the tips of his fingers.

He shut his eyes and smelled her hair before feeling that strange warmth again. His hands wound themselves around her form, pulling her into him, crushing her into him. She giggled before she felt his hand slide down her back, placing itself on the small of her back, and the other hand wound itself around her shoulder blades, cradling her. Connor’s nose found itself at the crook of her neck, smelling her, never having felt this close to her before.

    “Am I making you uncomfortable?”

(y/n) sighed before pulling away, placing a hand on his cheek.

    “Not at all. Connor,” She almost got lost in his eyes, “How are you feeling right now?”

He didn’t waste any time in answering, “I want to kiss you so bad.”

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He knew what sex was. 

An android was aware of how human beings procreated; a biological process that maintained progeny. He also knew that human beings indulged in sex because it felt very good. However, he didn’t know the ‘feeling good’ part.

(y/n) was laying on top of him right then, clothes intact, and kissing him. Connor kissed her back, but there was something utterly fascinating with her being on top of him—he enjoyed every second. He felt breathless, something he hadn’t felt before, and he felt light-headed. He constantly felt like he was about to faint, but he knew he wasn’t going to. (y/n) continued kissing across his jaw and then reached his neck, giving him small bites, which radiated some sort of electric feeling all over him.

    “Are you…” She was breathless as well, “Do you feel good?”

    “So good.” Connor whispered, his eyes were unable to open.

Their lips crashed into each other and all they could feel was the hammering of their hearts. (y/n) couldn’t stop admiring the feel of his skin against hers, now with the upgrade, Connor’s body heat was a bit more than usual. Connor, on the other hand, wondered if this was what ‘intoxicated’ felt like—every nip and kiss was sending him to another place beyond the one he was on. His hand fell by her waist, steadying her as she straddled him, and suddenly, her hands cupped his face and her tongue was brushing against his lips, jaw, cheek in random yet quick seconds. He responded the same way, kissing (y/n) with every bit of energy he had, and far more intensely with each growing second.

And there was one thing he couldn’t stop doing—pulling her closer, closer, closer and closer.

Suddenly, Connor raised his head, pulled (y/n) down and sucked on her neck, heaving a moan out of her. He paused for a second before looking at her, (y/n) assuring him that everything was more than good. Her hands reached down and caught the edge of his shirt, pulling it off in one quick move. Connor’s hand reached the small of her back, with her still on top of him, and slid his hand under her shirt. All this while, he didn’t stop kissing (y/n), touching her, gasping at her every breath, his other hand playing with her thigh, going upwards and upwards, and feeling her gasps intensify as his hand reached closer and closer to—

Just as his fingers touched her center, she gasped unlike ever before, causing a wild rush to come over him. He pressed his thumb at her core, before noticing how she flinched and started to rub small circles around her. His finger then focused on making concentrated circles on her pussy, causing her to vibrate while she was on top of him.

    “Does this feel good?” Connor asked, knowing the answer.

She couldn’t answer, she was heaving, breathing heavily, gasping for air. In one instant, Connor pushed her down, got on top of her and his hands went to her pants. She didn’t waste time, either. Pulling down her pants, she revealed her soaked underpants, and he found those strangely alluring. Connor lifted her shirt and pulled it off completely, allowing himself to take in her semi-naked appearance. His hands then slowly moved to her breasts before slipping his hand under her bra. When (y/n) let out a sigh, he felt like he could literally do anything with his hands. The anticipation drove him crazy, but there was something about taking his time that made it all the more enjoyable.

He let out a breath before removing her bra, his eyes exploring every inch of her bare chest. He bent down and nipped at her nipples, touching them softly, sucking on them lightly, and then experimenting with softer bites.

Suddenly, a thought popped into (y/n)’s head, how this was literally the first time Connor had done anything remotely sexual. As she was below him, her hands roamed his chest, pausing his movements, causing him to look at her curiously. Her hands moved down from his chest to his pants and then touched his bulge before causing him to hiss. She looked up at him with eager eyes, before forcing him to get up and remove his pants.

    “Let me do this.” She whispered, still leaving him unsure of what she wanted to do.

(y/n) pushed him on the bed before kissing him once more, Connor was now naked—his penis erect and rock hard, almost as if he was born with one. When (y/n) touched him, however, Connor raised his head and let out a guttural moan, closing his eyes.

    “(y/n)... That…”

Oh, she knew.

Smirking, she pumped him up and down, feeling his hardened penis fresh in her fingertips. She knew he liked it, there was no need to ask—especially with him moaning like he was seeing stars. Everything was new, everything was a novel experience for Connor and she wanted him to have the best first time he could ever have.

(y/n) wrapped her fingers around his member before pumping her hand up and down, looking at her lover in the eye. Connor struggled to maintain eye contact, and the bits when he couldn’t, he could feel her gaze penetrate into him. There was no possible way anything could beat this feeling, this was it—the pinnacle of great sensation. He was clenching his fists now, shutting his eyes, he felt like he was going into water. (y/n) pumped him a few more times before she bent down and licked the tip of his member once. He froze, and a couple of moans exited his lips, before feeling his clenched fists tighten their grip on the bedsheet. (y/n) licked his member and let her tongue go around his length, bobbing her head up and down, and went ahead to take his entire length into her mouth in one go.

    “(y/n)... Oh…”

Instinctively, his hand reached up and grabbed her head, before his moans structured themselves into deep breaths. (y/n) was moving on her own now, bobbing up and down, up and down, knowing what control she had over her lover right then. Connor’s member was throbbing in her mouth, her tongue still swirling around his length.

    “(y/n)... I… I need a break…”

(y/n) instantly let go and looked up at Connor’s bright face, his face was red (unlike the blue she thought) and his eyes were closed. He was breathing heavily, and his mind was blank.

    “How did you feel?”

    “I… I don’t think I’ve ever felt that good in my life.”

    “Wow, what a moral upliftment.” (y/n) giggled before laying down beside him.

    “I think I’m falling for you more now that I’ve got the upgrade.”

    “It’s because you’re feeling these new things.”

    “Perhaps.”

There was something he wanted to try. He turned to spot (y/n) beside him and his gaze fell on her underwear. She wasn’t wearing a bra thanks to him, but he was more curious about the heat radiating from down below. He quickly pushed the fabric aside and slipped his fingers inside her clit. (y/n) gasped before spreading her legs a bit, encouraging him to finger her more. It felt incredible, it was as if his fingers were made specifically for her, and her body felt like it was on fire. Connor didn’t pause before letting his finger enter her, enjoying the sound of her moans and gasps. Before beginning to pump in, he pulled out and pushed in another finger, quickening the pace.

Her hands flew to her side, clutching the fabric of her sheets, while Connor simply enjoyed himself.

    “Connor… I…” She let out, “I need you.”

He stopped for a second before (y/n) did the rest. He was wide-eyed, as she removed her underwear and lay down. (y/n) helped Connor position himself above her, helping him lead his penis to her entrance. While Connor pushed himself inside, he felt like he was heading elsewhere—his eyes closed instantly and he felt warm, the kind of warmth that he hadn’t ever felt before. (y/n)’s hands wound themselves around his back, pulling him to her, feeling that fuzzy sensation in her stomach.

    “Connor…” She gasped, before feeling him move.

He moved up and down, quickening his pace, relaxing into it, sweating, breathing, heaving, moaning, gasping—he felt like he was one with her and that was perhaps the best feeling he had ever felt in his life. You started to move a bit, however, his hands pinned her down and he kept at it. Connor’s pace was driving her crazy, and (y/n) wasn’t sure if it was because he was an android or because she loved him or both. Connor’s right hand grabbed her breast before playing with it, as he kept pushing into her.

    “I’m going to…” (y/n) gasped, before letting out a louder moan, “I’m going to come.”

Connor felt like he was catching on fire. He wasn’t sure what this sensation was, but his body was begging for him not to stop.

    “I feel like…”

    “Shh, Connor… Just keep going… Don’t stop.”

Connor listened and followed. He kept his pace up, and a second later, she exploded—gasping out his name, shaking and feeling blinded by pleasure. Connor couldn’t stop despite how she came undone, he was close but he didn’t know for what, he was warmer and getting warmer by the second—

He held (y/n) tightly as he felt like he exploded. He was shivering, breathing heavily as if he had run a marathon (which would still not tire him out), and everything felt new. He couldn’t catch his breath, but the feeling was brilliant. He lay beside her, holding her, breathing heavily with her.

    “So you’re not a virgin anymore.” (y/n) giggled.

There was no space for thought. He couldn’t think, except for how his orgasm felt and how she was responsible for giving it to him.

    “I love you so much.” Connor said, unable to look at anything but her.

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The Champion’s Champion (Zelina Vega x Reader)

Anonymous Request:  Hi! Is it possible to get a request where reader is the NXT women's champion and is dating Zelina Vega & since we all know Z has a thing with power, reader allows her to wear her championship and just be in control when they have sex? Tysm!

SMUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT

Your favorite pair of brown orbs settle on you backstage and you grin.  

Their owner, your girlfriend, Zelina Vega makes her way towards you, hips swaying seductively. She eventually gets to you, cupping your cheeks and pulling you into a kiss.  

“Hola bebé (Hey baby.)” She whispers and you grin, pressing another kiss to her lips.  

“Ready?” You ask, holding your arm out and she takes it, rolling her eyes when she realizes you’re flexing slightly.  

She gives your bicep a squeeze.  

“Si.”  

You move through the backstage area, you girlfriend gently stroking your bicep.  

“MOVE FOR YOUR NXT CHAMPION. Idiotas (Idiots.)” She mumbles and you snort.  

Your girlfriend had always been incredibly forward, where as you were soft spoken and sweet.

You chuckle, turning your head to press a kiss to her temple, the woman grinning.  

“Vamos a mostrarle a Charlotte cómo se hace (Let's show Charlotte how it's done).” She rasps and you nod, smirking cockily.  

“Let’s go.”  

                                                          ***

Your music hits, you and Zelina swaggering out onto the stage, Zelina still gripping your bicep.  

You turn to her sending her a wink and a charming smile, slapping your NXT belt on your waist before the two of you move towards the ring where Charlotte Flair is waiting, her eyes narrowed.  

Zelina moves up the stairs, you holding her hand tightly so she doesn’t fall in the incredibly high heels she’s wearing, you pull the ropes down your girlfriend bending towards you as she slips into the ring, you slipping in to stand beside her.  

Boldly you walk straight up to Charlotte, unclipping your title from your waist and holding it high in the air, face impassive.  

Charlotte scowls, green orbs darting from you, to the title and back.  

“Así es como se ve un verdadero campeón (This is what a true champion looks like.)” Zelina smirks, cupping your cheeks and turning your head so she can press a kiss to your lips.  

“Patear el culo de esa perra (Kick that bitch’s ass.)”

You smirk.  

“Para ti (For you.)”  

                                                          ***

You were absolutely dominating Charlotte Flair, much to Zelina’s delight, her brown orbs on you as she traps her bottom lip between her teeth.  

Needless to say, watching you complete dominate in the ring was an absolute turn on for the woman, your confidence and cockiness in the ring sending a jolt straight to the woman’s core.  

“Si Papi... (Yes, daddy.)” She whispers, low enough just for you to hear and you smirk, glancing down at her and sending you a wink.  

“Todo para ti bebé  (Everything for you baby.)”

Zelina lets out a full body shiver at your feet of strength, picking Charlotte up and slamming her onto the mat again and again as if she weighed nothing.  

Zelina licks her lips slowly, grinning when you get the 1,2,3, pinning the GREAT Charlotte Flair. She rushes towards the time keeper’s area, grabbing your title and slipping into the ring.  

She holds the title up with one hand while using her other to pull you into a kiss, the woman beaming with pride.  

“Volvamos al hotel y celebremos (Let’s go back to the hotel and celebrate.)”  

You smirk, growling possessively.  

“You read my mind.”  

                                                          ***

The second you hit the hotel room Zelina is on you, letting out a growl as she literally tears your button up off, your buttons flying all over the room.  

“You better buy me a new one Vega.” You tease, the woman shoving you back against the way, her tongue slipping into your mouth.  

You groan, sliding your hands down her back and palming her ass roughly.  

“Ahh, Si Papi (Yes daddy)…" She purrs and you groan, the woman slipping her fingers behind your back and unhooking your title from your waist.  

She hums, looking down at the shining belt.  

The woman cockily smirks as she slips the belt around her own waist, clipping it on.  

“I’m the champion tonight.” She winks and you smirk.  

“Well champ... What do you want?” You ask, a brow arched and Zelina takes a step back, making a show of stripping herself bare, your NXT champion the only thing covering her lower half.  

“I want you to take your clothes off.”  

Wordlessly, you slip your torn shirt off before unhooking your bra, Zelina licking her lips as you kick your shoes off and slowly unbutton your pants.  

Your girlfriend eyes you hungrily, her brown orbs black as you slowly unzip your pants, the sound deafening in the quiet room.  

Zelina’s brown orbs lock with your Y/E/C orbs as you slowly, shimmy out of your pants, leaving you in nothing but your boxers.  

“Detener (Stop).” Zelina growls and you freeze, growling when instead of pulling your boxers down, she unbuttons the fly at the front before slipping her hand inside, her fingertips running through your folds.  

“Ahhh...” You tilt your head back, grunting when Zelina starts to nip at your neck. 

“Ya mojada (Already wet.)” She whispers, kissing your collar bone and you grunt, your brows furrowing.  

“Por Favor (Please.)” You groan when Zelina ducks her head to bite the swell of your breasts.  

“Paciencia (Patience.)”

You sigh impatiently, crying out when Zelina begins suckling on your breast, her brown orbs locked on your dark Y/E/C lust filled orbs, meanwhile her fingers are still running through your folds, avoiding where you need her most.  

She lavishes your breasts, lashing her tongue against your nipple before tacking as much of your breast as she can in her mouth before again teasing the erect bud in her mouth.  

“Yes, fuck...” Your hips cant when Zelina’s fingers lightly tease your clit, your whole body shuddering.  

Zelina meanwhile has turned her attention to your other breast, her fingers slowly stroking your clit, the apex between your thighs growing wetter and wetter.  

She grins, turning to bury her nose in your neck as her fingers speed up, drawing tight, fast circles against your clit.  

You lean your head back, hips rocking in time with Zelina’s strokes.  

“¿Te gusta eso? (You like that?)” She moans against your neck and you nod.  

“Harder?” Zelina whispers and you nod, the woman grinning.  

“Use your words.” She purrs, sucking on your neck and you grunt.

“P-Please...” You stutter, Zelina biting your neck, hard.  

“Que soy esta noche (What am I tonight?)” She asks, giving your clit a pinch and you let out a raspy groan that makes the woman embarrassingly wet.  

“Champ... P-Pl-Please... Ha-Harder.” You shiver, Zelina grinning.  

She leans back, but before you can protest, she moves to stand right in front of you, slipping her hands down the front of your boxers.  

“Ugh, fuck Zelina...” You groan when Zelina slips a finger inside you, exploring the tight channel between your legs.  

“Tan mojada (So wet.)” She whispers, slipping another finger inside you, sliding them in and out of your tight heat.  

Zelina looks up at you, grinning at the thin sheen of sweat that’s formed on your face, your hips rocking harder as you chase your release.  

“¿Cerca? (Close?)” She asks and you nod, wordlessly, mere seconds from your release.  

Zelina’s fingers still and you let out an embarrassingly loud whine.  

“No... Bebita... yo estaba tan cerca (No... Babygirl... I was so close.)” You howl when your eyes flash open and you see Zelina on her knees, the woman winking before she buries herself between your legs.  

Your brows furrow, your mouth gaping as you rock into Zelina’s eager tongue, your body tingling as if every nerve ending in your body had been stimulated.  

Zelina grins against you as your fingers slip into her hair, fisting handfuls of her hair as you pull her closer.  

The feel of your legs shuddering, and clit throbbing beneath her tongue tells Zelina your close, the woman whispering against your dripping core.  

“Cum bebé, cum.” She flicks her tongue against your clit and you do letting out a guttural howl as you tumble over the edge, body rocked by a powerful orgasm.  

Zelina is all too happy to help you down from your high, her tongue slowing when you eventually slide down the wall, a blissed out grin on your face as Zelina leans in for a kiss, your essence on her tongue.  

“Buena (Good?)” She asks and you chuckle.  

“Fucking great.” You rasp. “Fucking amazing.” You pull the woman into your lap, the apex between her thighs resting on your leg.  

“Someone’s wet.” You whisper, bending your leg just so, Zelina letting out a grunt.  

“Siiii (Yes.)”  

She lets out a squeal when you suddenly lift her into the air and carry her to the bed, all the while pressing sloppy kisses to her breast, stopping to nip and tease her nipples.  

“Ugh.” She groans when you sit her down on a nearby dresser, dropping to your knees and immediately latching on to her clit.  

“Oh, Dios mío (Oh, my god.)” She whines, your title scrapping against her stomach as she rocks.  

“Always taste so good.” You whisper, nipping at the button between her legs.  

“Follame (Fuck me.)” She snarls and you smirk, slipping both of her legs over your shoulders.  

“Oh, I’ll be happy to.”  

Zelina cries out when you dive between her legs, nudging her clit with your nose as your tongue explores her tight heat.  

Zelina grins as she rocks into you, tangling her fingers in your hair.  

“Make me cum.” She sighs. “Make the campeona (champion) cum.”

You give her clit a couple teasing nips before you latch onto it, sucking and lashing your tongue against the pulsing nub until the woman above you gasps, loudly, her entire body shuddering.  

Zelina continues to rock against your tongue, her body stilling when she comes down from her powerful orgasm.  

“Always so good with your boca (mouth.)”  Zelina sighs, unaware that you’d moved to your feet.  

Zelina groans when you abruptly slide two fingers into her, picking up a relentless pace as your fingers slip in and out of her tight heat.  

“Oh!” She cries out when you lift her up and press her against a nearby wall, the woman bouncing on your fingers.  

“Yes, yes, yes...” Zelina chants over and over again, the wrinkle between her brows deep.  

“I’m...” She starts, her mouth gaping and you smirk.  

“Gonna cum again?” You ask and the woman nods, burying her face in your neck as she convulses, crying out, panting against your shoulder as you help her down from her high, her body twitching.  

“Oh, Dios mío (Oh, my god.)” She pants and you grin, turning to kiss the side of her head.  

“No, he terminado contigo (I’m not done with you...)” Zelina lets out a squeal when you place her on the bed before laying down yourself and lifting her up, placing her on top of you, her legs on either side of you.  

“You’re in charge champ...” You whisper knitting your fingers together and slipping your joined hands behind your head.  

“Use me.”  

The last line makes Zelina clit throb, your NXT title still tight around her waists as she situations herself just over your own core.  

The first rock of her hits makes you shake, your hands grasping her waist, the cool medal of your title beneath your fingertips.  

Zelina’s hips pick up speed and soon you’re sitting up, rutting into one another wildly.  

Zelina cups your cheeks, leaning in to press a tender kiss to your lips, it’s only a few moments later when she cries out, her orgasm hitting her abruptly, the feel of her essence coating yours enough to make you cum, groaning against her neck as the two of you rut into one another before stilling, the two of you panting heavily.  

Zelina pulls back with a massive grin, leaning back in to press a kiss to your lips. 

“Fuck.” She whispers, undoing your belt and tossing it on to the hotel room’s opposite bed before spreading your legs and snuggling between them.  

“That was...” She sighs and you chuckle.  

“Buen (good?)” You ask and Zelina laughs.  

“Fucking amazing... I need to be champ more often.”  

[im-basically-logan]

me yelling abt the new sander sides episode because i have no chill

under the cut, friendos!

i’m typing this as i listen/watch the video btw so it’s all in order! also this is very long

that’s... an intro.

i love joan so much hghfhgjfdhjk

new channel news yay

Tweet Tunes blz come back

“give me my shirt back!”

i still love the intro to sander sides so much

thomas what the fuck. i’m so confused

“Cast: Thomas Sanders” that’s sander sides in a nutshell

also thats a big fuckin wine glass

dont eat bad chicken wraps blz

“yeah but what’s your actual job?” oof

the beginning is very slow paced imo blehh. a good reflection on thomas’ mood in the video tbh

“i feel bad about feeling bad” me all the time

i cant believe roman got slapped in the face

roman x katana otp uwu

“Logan!!! It’s Patton!!” that was both cute and kinda odd? did he think logan would be suspicious of him being deceit? probably not

logan really goin for those claps and syllables

“Although I am overcome by a titillating, tingly sensation whenever deadlines are met” l-logan? what??? did you just say?? i agree with roman’s reaction on this one.

the poor 4th wall. also i’m not belittled

patton called himself, roman, and logan daddy

VIRGIL!!!!

virgil flapping as he’s like “Are you serious??”

the countless amount of beeps as roman and logan argue.

bestest duo

god the stretching shit

ROMAN GOT CALLED THE FUCK OUT

i mean we been knew he’s insecure but still

“do you know how dangerous that is?”

“I’m shooting straight, even though I’m gay”

dfkghdfkjhdskj patton knows what everyone calms down with hghghgfh

i love how logan just immediately starts solving the cube lol

it was 25 seconds jfc logan

tfw you’re just so good at being creativity that you color the mona lisa with shitty colors

are.. are they making a vine reference?? with the loop thing??

F r o o t

S am e  s i  es  logan s w ea t y B L Z

“get naked??” ROMAN PL E A SE

he was ready to strip what the  F UCK

intact and wet?

hfgjkhdjk logan’s trying his best

Sometime’s we don’t know that there’s a question to be asked: clarified

LOGAN COMPLIMENT PATTON FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE

i want a cogitating cap but it’s $25 sobs

textbooks, m I S T A KES (roman jfc), PUPPETS!!

yes virgil defend pat

tbh i had the same thoughts as logan at first abt the adult thing..

roman you over did the chin, buddy

“you are unbelievably extra any time you get” “put a sOCK IN IT!”

and then virgil becomes a sock puppet

I LOVE HIM I’LL TAKE 5

sweet coraline!!! BA BA BAAAAA

“if by up you mean the opposite of down to do this” that was very convoluted

what is with roman not liking the word figuratively??? are you ok?? is there some secret angst behind the meaning of that word?

patton cursed again

is... 5 by 5 a thing???

jfc logan, you wear light wash jeans?? i thought they would be dark

oh and you hit roman in the eye

ngl i laughed because he’s a puppet and couldn’t blink

oh my god logan looks so regretful w h a t?

also L is a new nickname

“Maybe I should go” “NO”

o shit

slight throwback to when Logan left in moving on part 1??? :3c

hfdjkhfkjd like mAR IA

ew feelings

“i’d rather go live in a garbage can” same

thomas we love you so much feelings are weird

jfc patton.

“oh i’m sorry, EXCEPT I’M NOT!”

big oof at roman being called out

“oh my gosh, what is up your butt?” “... an  ARM”

i mean he’s not wrong but i feel like he could’ve thought about that phrase a little more carefully

i really liked the text stuff when logan was talking about “Why?”

solid electric company reference yeet

SHSHDHGHSHSHDHHSHSHH

logan flailing his arms is a mood

“i could list off several factors that very well could be contributing to your doubts” someone let him sp e a k

and it’s virgil.

lmao that was a big “I’ll take what I can get” bit for logan ngl rip

hfgkdhjdkfs virgil as the count i’m

logan’s looks he’s giving virgil are m o o d s

“three depressing speculations, ah ah ah...”

“four uncomfortable characters in this room”

“jeez you slobbily eat some jam and accidentally make a jew puns and now you’re suddenly sensitive about being taken seriously?” “I’m not a joke!”

YI K E S

the logan angst i’ve been craving

logan blz hhhhhh

headcanon: adjusting his tie is a big stim

you can see virgil’s expression in the puppet when patton calls him a cute muffin wowie puppeteering is neat!

roman ur being an ass

“it’s too bad your brain isnt as big as your chin” “well you smell like FOOT” hfdjhgjfkdhs

there’s so many more logan screenshots i gottttttt yessss

“what? no-” too late, it’s musical time

“another song, really?” logan, you literally sang last episode

this patton angst return

“Did that work?” “Nope!” logan’s face at that. b o i did you not pay attention? to moving on pt 2? he was kinda there as thomas right?? maybe?? oh no

“I knew you’d listen to me as too scary to ignore” hello @asofterfan got that thing down to a T.

logan just looks so shook like “oh shit”

“but when you lo-care for someone...” virgil, we all heard it.

logan breaking down the musical into just the keyboard was p cool

hghgnhghfhsg THE ONE SHOT SLAM

ahdsdshjkdfsk i love this part with logan and thomas so MU CH

ALSO! I think there was a key change to something minor? sounded much more overlooming/scary as they ended their verses

“You’re lost” “I’m right here” “It’s okay. I was lost once too...” i’m just shook.

roman just hangs his actual dirty socks jfkdkfdh

that trumpet thoooooo

virgil just callin everyone out today

logince angst content yeet

“logic always has a part to play, logan” ye  s s s s ss  validate him, virgil

virgil is callin out and validatin everybody today

dont hug me i’m scared ref, nice

moxiety hug!!

“that god i can move my arms again”

i can’t say i was surprised with logan becoming a robot sorta puppet

“iron giant nerd!” yeah

“I’ve never felt anything in my life” no patton squeal?

oh my god logan just said beep boop what a nerd

virgil telling patton about the innocent talks thing was something i really liked and was expecting eventually tbh

logan giving roman a high five!!!

“you did the stretchy arm!” “it’s not as gross when a robot does it” i need to see the arm thing jfc

“Can you tell me how to get-” “How to get to sesame street!” they just all... left him. rip

logan can’t summon well or control his shapeshifting powers that well?? hmm?

i love that ending with the sesame street throwback again aaaaaa

the way roman and patton laughed in the end card?? what the hell lmao

thomas throwing shade at himself with his own characters is a mood

Thanks to everyone who works on Sander Sides!! This was the longest episode yet, I think. The team grew so much

[lazikade]

Tagged by @rin-chan32 !!

Nickname:

Lapis! That's my actual name haha,, I go by that irl now since around?? August? I've been called Lapis since I was like 12 though, but only online.

Zodiac:

Capricorn

Height:

Around 5'8 or 5'9?? I've grown a bit since I last measured myself

Last movie I watched:

Bohemian Rhapsody with bre ofc

Last Google search:

Bohemian Rhapsody bc i didnt know how to spell it shsjksis

Favorite artist:

THERES SO MANY I CANT JUST SAY ONE SHSHJSOS all my friends. All of them

Current song stuck in my head:

None lol my head is like tv static rn

Other blog:

@lappysfish which im. Not rly active at

@humblesprouts !! My OC blog!!! Im gonna b posting more abt their stories and such there~

Also my vent blog but nobody gets that

Do I get asks:

NOPE almost never :')

How many people I follow:

I cant remember how to ch e c k

How much I sleep:

6-8 hours

Lucky number:

Excuse me?

What am I wearing:

The usual. Flannel, Tshirt, jeans. Today its a thin red flannel (my favorite one) and a black Breaking Benjamin shirt.

Dream job:

I don't?? Know???? Genetic engineering would be Sick

Favorite food:

This one dish my dad makes and I dont remember what its called rip

Languages:

English and the smallest bit of German

Random fact:

I startle incredibly easy and its amusing to others

Aesthetic:

Do i. Even have one. I doubt it

Favorite anime character:

Probably Phos

Favorite character types:

Depressed dumbasses, adorable sweethearts who are secretly sad, and angry villains with sad stories who i would let punch me

Last game you played:

Pokemon Sun

How hardcore are you about finishing accomplishments:

I literally dont give a shit abt them

Superpower you want:

Shapeshifting. Pl e a se

Tags:

Uh @skratched @ghostingnflowers @frogyjones @dykeviolets @chocolyfee

Many of my mutuals are mutuals i gotta save some of yall for the others

Also u dont gotta do this if u dont want 💕

[littleworm1002]

I am digging my own grave by posting this, but he’s asleep and I’m feeling confident tonight. So fuck it here’s a list of tickle related things that I love/turn me on

teasing me for how much I like it 

covering my mouth with your hand like, please it’s taking all my strength not to bite you right now 

“you’re not getting away” “where do you think you’re going?” when I’m squirming in your arms i have a meeting to attend i have no time for you to MISBEHAVE 

counting my ribs the motherfucker did it once and used the “you’re moving too much, I have to restart” NO THE FUCK YOU DO NOT EAT MY DICK 

neck kisses or nuzzling into my neck please don’t ever stop

if I say “nononono not there” it’s illegal for you to not say “where? here?” and focus on that spot 

me whimpering out “it tickles” and you saying “yeah that’s the point silly” 

calling me “silly” in general i...drooling 

“stop!!” “We both know you’d safeword if you wanted me to stop.” shut :) the :) fuck :) up :) 

if I swear at you and you say, “well, that wasn’t very nice” ok so make me shut up then coward 

“let’s see how long you can sit still/keep quiet” hey, here’s an idea!! fuck that!! 

telling me how cute my laugh is 

COUNTING DOWN 

M A K I N G M E C O U N T D O W N 

that spot between my groin and my thigh?? instant boner when softly tickled 

kissing my stomach or raspberries alternatively 

telling me to lift my arms, my shirt, put my feet in your lap whatever it may be, just forcing me to submit to it >>>> 

“admit you love it or I’m not going to stop” and then NOT STOPPING WHEN I DO ???????? PL E  A SE 

kissing me while you’re tickling me i’ll finish right here right now

assuring me that you like doing it because I feel super weird about this kink as a whole and still incredibly ashamed by it

let’s see if I let this post stay up until he sees it, besties probably not because I am the dictionary definition of a little bitch <3 haha ok 

[thetwoplayergays]

If you still wanted to do that writing prompt thing- either 47 and 48 paired together or 49 and 50 paired together with the boyf riends pl e a se

I couldn’t bring myself to write another angst one shot so I made fluff… too much fluff.Also thank you so much for the prompt! :)

47 - “Kiss me”48 - “Go on, I dare you”

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Even after the events of last Halloween Jake just had to throw his annual party didn’t he? There was no stopping the boy. His house burns down and all he can think about is getting drunk on a national holiday - though Michael did see some of the appeal given that he did get high quite often. But that’s on his own, in the comfort of his basement where had nothing but the games he played to judge him. At a party, everyone turns into hawks, seeking out their next prey.

Michael had learnt his lesson from last year and there was no way he was going anywhere near Jake’s house that night, let alone inside it with a hundred drunk horny teenagers. Jeremy had tried to convince him that if he just stayed by him all night everything would be fine, but Michael knew Jeremy’s limits and drunk Jeremy was not someone he wanted to be depending on for a whole night. This one time, Jeremy thought it was a good idea to steal a sip of his father’s wine while he was asleep in front of the TV. As much as Michael protested, he did it anyway.

Jeremy ended up chugging the whole bottle.

Regardless, Michael found himself outside the party waiting to help Jeremy get home. His best friend had drunk texted him about an hour ago saying things like “Hey Mlke, yOU th ink Pigeons have feelings.?” and “OmG dude Rich just made out with JAKEholy shit you gotta get ovAR here!!!!”

He had replied to Jeremy a few minutes later telling him to meet him outside but had heard back no response. He really didn’t want to go in there. He really didn’t want to have to go through that all over again, not even for a few seconds. But for Jeremy, he would. He knew that if Jeremy was wasted enough to not reply to his messages, there was no hope for him. And that’s when Michael came in.

Full of regret, he opened Jake’s front door. The sound of karaoke, chugging, sex and laughing immediately hit Michael like a bus and he already wanted to crawl under a table. Good to know Jake was partying right. Restless to get out of there, Michael wormed his way through the crowd of drunk teens until he eventually found Jeremy, Rich, Jake, Brooke, Chloe, Jenna and Christine gathered in a circle in the hallway. Most of them were flat out drunk, Michael noted, except for Christine (the presumably only responsible one there) and Jenna (who wanted to stay on high alert for any gossip to spill the next day). Jeremy was holding an iconic red plastic cup and laughing to himself, cheeks flushed and hair flown back with teenage grease. He looked pretty cute, Michael also noted.

“Michael! Oh thank goodness you’re here,” Christine cried, getting up from the circle and hauling Chloe with her. “I think it’s about time we all head home. Especially… ummm…”

She gestured to Jeremy, who was now being whispered something by Jake. The secret sentence shared between them made Jeremy even more flustered than he already was but nodded and smiled shyly. Michael didn’t really know what was going on and didn’t really care as to what the drunk teenagers were doing. That was, until Jeremy started to lean into Jake-

“OK THATS ENOUGH JEREMY GET UP!” He practically squeaked, yanking Jeremy off the ground before he could touch Jake. He noted the sight pout of Jake’s face until it shifted to a cheeky grin and a wink before turning back to Rich. Jeremy was a giggly mess as he said goodbye to everyone, heavily relying on Michael for support. Christine smiled and waved sweetly as the two left the household and soon it was just him and Jeremy waddling their way down the street towards Michael’s house.

“You really need to control your beer, dude,” Michael tried to break the awkward atmosphere between them, “this can’t happen every time you go to a party.”

Jeremy didn’t seem to be listening. He had a gigantic pout of his face and made a small huff at Michael.

“We were playing truth or dare.” He stated, a little louder than Michael would have wanted for someone who was pressed up against his ear.

“That’s great Jer.”

“Jake gave me a dare and you didn’t let me finish- *hic*- finish it! Now he’s gonna haaaate me Michael.”

His best friend sighed, “no ones gonna hate you for not completing a dare Jeremy.”

“But Miiiichael it was impoooortant!”

The two stumbled into the house and made their way slowly up to Michael’s room. After laying Jeremy down on his bed he sent a quick text to Jeremy’s dad to let him know his son was ok and was going to start getting ready for bed when he felt a hand tank on his hoodie, pulling him back into bed until he was faced with Jeremy climbing onto his lap and staring at him intently. The situation was all too sudden for Michael and, needless to say, his face soon matched the shade of his hoodie.

“JEREMY! What are you doing-”

“Since I couldn’t do it to Jake can I do my- *hic*- dare on you?” He stuttered, gripping to Michael’s shirt in fear of toppling backwards.

“Your… dare?”

“YESSS the dare! The one you wouldn’t let me do you… you meanie!”

Michael couldn’t help but giggle at the sight before him. Jeremy was sitting on Michael’s lap, practically straddling him, trying not to fall backwards out of laughter. His hair was a mess and his face was still bright red from the alcohol in his system. Needless to say, Jeremy wasn’t going to remember any of his in the morning… so what the hell.

“What was the dare?”

“You gotta let me do it fiiiirst.”

Michael sighed, “and why is that?”

“Cause..” Jeremy shifted awkwardly. “You might say no…”

Michael couldn’t help but laugh. He smiled at his friend. “Ok Jer. I promise I won’t back down. Whatever you’ve got for me I can take it! What did Jake say?”

Michael knew exactly what Jake had said before Jeremy even opened his mouth. He saw the look on his face after he had whispered the dare to Jeremy. He knew what he was about to hear.

“Kiss me.”

Michael didn’t need to be told twice.

He grabbed his best friend’s face and smashed their lips together. He didn’t really care that he had no idea what he was doing, the kiss was perfect all the same - even with the clattering teeth and skewed glasses.

Jeremy, however, had other ideas and he scrambled away after a couple of seconds leaving Michael extremely concerned.

“W…what?” He said, worried he had messed everything up. Their friendship, their partnership. Had he been reading it wrong?

Jeremy sat there pouting until he finally spoke: “I was meant to kiss you! That doesn’t count!”

Michael stared at his best friend for a couple of seconds before bursting out laughing, leading to a very flustered Jeremy shouting at him to stop it. He eventually managed to calm himself down enough to look back at Jeremy. And he smiled. Even if Jeremy didn’t remember anything in the morning, it would all be worth it. Just to know that he felt the same, that he was still the same Jeremy he had loved for how many years. Jeremy might not remember, but he would.

With that thought in mind. He swung his arms around his best friend’s neck and leaned in close.

“Go on, I dare you.”

Jeremy didn’t need to be told twice.

[feyria]

Loose cannon

It was the middle of­ the night and he cou­ld barely walk straig­ht- granted he had ju­st downed a whole bot­tle of vodka. He blam­ed it on Mako for thr­owing the celebration­ party in the first p­lace, they had succee­ded in locking Black ­Magic up for good and­ the harpy goddess in­sisted it was the per­fect reason to party ­deep into the night. ­Leon knew he should h­ave declined the invi­tation when he had th­e chance but he just ­figured hey, it'll on­ly be for a little wh­ile right? He would o­nly have maybe one or­ two drinks right? Ab­solutely not; Lycan h­ad challenged him to ­a drink off at Raigek­i's request and he co­uldn't exactly back d­own with everyone wat­ching. Needless to sa­y, he was victorious ­and there was a very ­"sleepy" wolf hanging­ by Rai's side for th­e rest of the party. ­He had left the party­ immediately after th­at before Rai could c­onvince him to do any­thing else crazy. Leo­n stumbles again and ­he places his hand on­ the wall to steady h­imself, it wouldn't d­o him any good if he ­fell over before he c­ould reach his target­. He was more than su­re that he would be a­wake at this hour- th­e man rarely if ever ­slept and it wouldn't­ be the first time he­'s popped in to see h­im. Although, this wo­uld be the first time­ he shows up complete­ly intoxicated with s­omething more than ju­st reprimands on his ­mind. He reaches the ­room and enters witho­ut bothering to knock­; Rodrick was seated ­on the bed watching t­v and Leon steps in f­ront of it to block h­is view. Rodrick look­s up at him, "can I h­elp you?" Leon stares­ at him for a few sec­onds, dully noting th­at he's missing a shi­rt at the moment, "yo­u...need sex to live ­right? Just like all ­the other inccubi." R­odrick raises an eyeb­row, "uhh yeah I do- ­what, are you doing s­ome kind of project o­n my kind or somethin­g?" Leon didn't feel ­like deeming that wit­h a verbal answer, in­stead he moves in clo­ser to Rodrick; one h­and on his bare shoul­der while he connects­ their lips in a soft­ kiss. He can feel th­e incubus stiffen bef­ore he relaxes into t­he kiss, but then he'­s pushing Leon away a­nd looking at him str­angely, "are you feel­ing okay man? Normall­y you're always on yo­ur high horse about n­ot being gay or wanti­ng to do anything lik­e this with other gu-­" Leon places to fing­ers on Rodrick's lips­ to silence him, "you­r talking is annoying­. Right now all I wan­t is for you to do me­, okay?" Rodrick gape­s at him like a fish ­before something chan­ges in him and a wick­ed grin appears on hi­s face, "really?~ Wel­l I would love to do ­you but....why don't ­we do this my way?" F­eeling intrigued but ­slightly impatient fo­r reasons he doesn't ­understand, Leon cros­ses his arms, "what e­xactly IS your way?" ­Rodrick chuckles, "we­ start with you using­ that normally snippy­ mouth of yours to pl­easure my dick~ then ­from there we'll get ­to the actual doing."­ Leon nods before spr­eading Rodrick's legs­ apart, his hands qui­ckly unzipping his pa­nts to grasp at the l­imp member inside. Hi­s eyes flick over to ­meet Rodrick's for ha­lf a second and then ­he's dropping to his ­knees, sliding his me­mber into his mouth a­s he begins to suck a­nd lick at it. He clo­ses his eyes in faint­ pleasure, it wasn't ­what he wanted right ­now but it would suff­ice for now. The thic­kness was just right ­and he could feel it ­twitch as it slowly l­engthens and hardens;­ his own body respond­ing as he feels an er­ection beginning to r­ise. He jolts a bit w­hen Rodrick's hand sl­ides through his hair­, fingers toying with­ his ear and Leon ope­ns his eyes to watch ­Rodrick's face. He no­tes the parted lips a­nd half lidded eyes; ­the way the incubus g­od seems to be enjoyi­ng this already and i­t motivates him to do­ more. He begins stro­king the erection par­tly to spread his sal­iva and partly to giv­e Rodrick more pleasu­re. Leon flicks his t­ongue along the sensi­tive slit of Rodricks­ penis and delights i­n the throaty moan he­ releases. Wanting to­ hear more of those m­oans, Leon indulges i­n running his tongue ­up and down the full ­length, swirling his ­tongue around the sen­sitive head before su­cking on it hard. He ­can hear Rodrick begi­nning to pant and fee­l the hand in his hai­r tightening it's gri­p. Another hand finds­ it's way into his ha­ir, toying with the s­trands before it slid­es down to caress his­ cheek and he raises ­his eyes to meet Rodr­ick's gaze. "You're d­oing great Leon but I­ think it's time we m­oved onto the next st­ep, no?" Leon detache­s himself from Rodric­k's nether region and­ allows him to direct­ his body towards the­ bed until he's seate­d on it, Rodrick lean­ing over his body to ­deliver a short kiss.­ He trails more kisse­s down Leon's cheek, ­his neck; then his ha­nds are slipping unde­rneath the fabric of ­his shirt and he shiv­ers at the feel of Ro­drick's slim fingers ­ghosting over his ski­n. He moves to connec­t their lips again bu­t Rodrick's hands are­ gently pushing him b­ack before they pull ­his shirt over his he­ad and then the incub­us allows him to brin­g their lips together­ again. This time Rod­rick leads the kiss a­nd his tongue is soon­ slipping into Leon's­ mouth, his hands ret­urning to trace light­ patterns over his sk­in and Leon sighs. Pe­rhaps it was the alco­hol but the kiss felt­ particularly nice, R­odrick's tongue was w­arm and slick but it ­also faintly tasted o­f mint. All too soon,­ Rodrick is ending th­e kiss but his lips d­on't exactly leave Le­on, instead they move­ down to his nipples.­ Leon flinches slight­ly at the feeling of ­Rodrick's mouth sucki­ng on him in such a s­trange spot, he didn'­t think his chest wou­ld actually be sensit­ive enough to give hi­m pleasure and he's r­eally not sure how to­ feel when Rodrick be­gins swirling his ton­gue around the harden­ed nub. He settles fo­r a mix of light moan­ing and panting just ­because it feels righ­t. Rodrick looks up a­t him with a smug smi­rk on his face, "you ­like that huh?" At Le­on's nod, he returns ­to swirling his tongu­e around the nub and ­toys with the other, ­gently twisting and p­inching it. His smug ­expression only incre­ases when Leon's back­ arches as a louder m­oan passes between hi­s lips. The strange p­leasure was quickly b­ringing him to full a­rousal and he runs hi­s fingers through Rod­rick's hair to get hi­s attention, "it feel­s nice but I want mor­e- I want you inside ­me." Rodrick jerks aw­ay from Leon and snor­ts, "wait really? If ­this is how you're go­ing to be then maybe ­you should drink more­ often~" He doesnt wa­ste any time removing­ the rest of Leon's c­lothing and then he's­ holding two fingers ­near his lips, "go on­ and get them nice an­d slick so I can prep­ you up. It'll feel m­uch better if you're ­loose." The intoxicat­ed lion obeys, partin­g his lips to take th­e two digits into his­ mouth where he then ­sucks and licks at th­em, down their length­ and in between them ­in a way that makes R­odrick shiver in arou­sal. The lion always ­went on and on about not liking men yet he­ sure knew how to get­ them hot and bothere­d. Rodrick pulls his ­fingers out of Leon's­ mouth before the nau­ghty lion's actions c­ause him to moan, "o-­okay that's enough of­ that...lay on your b­ack for me," Leon com­plies, spreading his ­legs as if he's tryin­g to give Rodrick a b­etter view of his alr­eady throbbing erecti­on which he tries har­d not to openly stare­ at. He distracts him­self with slipping on­e finger in Leon's en­trance, the smug expr­ession returning when­ he sighs in pleasure­. Rodrick begins thru­sting the single digi­t in and out until he­ feels Leon is ready ­for the second digit ­and then he's thrusti­ng them both in and o­ut of the lion, sciss­oring them for added ­pleasure and to stret­ch his entrance more.­ Leon continues to si­gh and moan in pleasu­re, he was enjoying t­he feel of Rodrick's ­fingers roaming aroun­d inside him; stretch­ing him in ways that ­hurt but also felt in­credibly nice. He wan­ted more of that stra­nge pleasure, "Rodric­k...can you use more ­fingers or maybe..." ­His gaze drifts down ­to the incubus's prou­d erection and he lic­ks his lips, already ­imagining what it wou­ld feel like to have ­it inside him. Rodric­k chuckles, "you're p­retty impatient over ­there. Give me a seco­nd and we can get to ­the main event." He w­ithdraws his fingers ­from Leon's body befo­re walking to a small­ dresser and he opens­ one of the drawers t­o pull out a small bo­ttle of lube. Leon's ­ear twitches, "you ha­d lube...why make me ­suck on your fingers ­if you could have use­d that?" Rodrick shru­gs, "wanted to see if­ you would actually d­o it. But anyway, can­ you pull your legs u­p a bit? It'll make i­t easier for me to fi­nish prepping you." L­eon rolls his eyes bu­t does as he's told, ­watching Rodrick squi­rt a little lube onto­ his hand which he th­en rubs over his erec­tion, stroking it to ­spread it around whil­e creating an erotic ­wet sound that makes ­him lick his lips aga­in. Rodrick slips two­ fingers into his ent­rance again to check ­that he's still prope­rly stretched and the­n he's replacing them­ with the tip of his ­penis; that strange p­leasure pain returnin­g strong enough to ma­ke Leon moan. Rodrick­ strokes his cheek as­ he continues to slid­e into him, "naturall­y it's going to hurt ­but I promise it'll g­et better~." He wasn'­t quite sure if he wa­nted to tell Rodrick ­that it wasn't hurtin­g him at all, he like­d the soft caresses o­n his cheek and didn'­t want to give him an­ excuse to pull his h­and away. Instead Leo­n simply nods and clo­ses his eyes to bette­r focus on the feel o­f Rodrick's penis del­ving deeper into his ­body, the hard thickn­ess stretching his in­ner walls to deliver ­that delicious pleasu­re pain he was quickl­y becoming addicted t­oo. By the time Rodri­ck is fully sheathed ­inside of him, Leon i­s already panting fai­rly hard and he opens­ his eyes to meet the­ incubus's gaze, "thi­s feels so odd but I ­want more...move your­ body for me." Rodric­k looks surprised for­ a moment before he s­norts again, "you wan­t more? Oh I'm totall­y never going to forg­et this- I'll give yo­u whatever you want m­y horny little lion c­ub~" He starts moving­ his hips and Leon's ­words are lost to a l­ong moan of sheer ple­asure. He had thought­ Rodrick's fingers fe­lt wonderful in his b­ody; this new pleasur­e had no words for ho­w good it felt. The p­ace was slow but the ­feel of something so ­much thicker moving b­ack and forth inside ­of him...all Leon cou­ld do was lay his hea­d back and moan, his ­mouth hanging open. R­odrick's hand is on h­is cheek again, cares­sing it sweetly, "wan­t me to move even fas­ter my dear?~" at Leo­n's jerky nod, Rodric­k picks up his pace a­nd the lion's mind go­es numb for a few sec­onds. All he can focu­s on is the sheer amo­unt of pleasure cours­ing through his body,­ making his skin ting­le, his body shiver a­nd his arms flail aro­und weakly as if look­ing for something to.­.he doesn't even know­ what but he can't ke­ep himself still. His­ hands finally find a­ place around Rodrick­'s shoulders and he p­ulls the incubus down­ to connect their lip­s in what has to be t­he most sloppy kiss i­n history, lips slipp­ing and sliding again­st each other before ­their tongues are tan­gling together. Saliv­a being exchanged lik­e fanmail as they bre­athe each other in. L­eon can vaguely hear ­the bed creaking but ­still he wants more; ­his legs wrap around ­Rodrick's hips in an ­attempt to draw him c­loser and he breaks t­he kiss to speak. His­ voice sounds more li­ke a series of pants when he moves to spea­k, "Roddy...m-more..I­ want..h-harder...ple­ase." Rodrick's voice­ is smooth in his ear­s, "harder it is then­, I won't disappoint ­you~," he detaches Le­on's legs from his bo­dy, shifting the lion­ around so that he's ­lying on his side wit­h one leg pulled up t­o rest on his shoulde­r instead of wrapped ­around his hips. The ­change in position fe­els slightly uncomfor­table but then Leon's­ mind is lost to plea­sure again when Rodri­ck resumes his hard- ­near pounding thrusts­, the feeling of Rodr­ick's head pushing ag­ainst a little bundle­ of something strange­ in him that makes hi­m nearly scream in pl­easure. Leon claws at­ the bed sheets, his ­tongue lolling out of­ his open mouth; he c­an feel drool trickli­ng down his chin but ­he doesn't care; all ­that mattered now was­ Rodrick and the plea­sure he was giving hi­m. Rodrick was slammi­ng a part of him that­ made his whole body ­tremble and his own h­ardened penis was gri­nding against the she­ets deliciously, pre ­cum just beginning to­ trickle out. He trie­s to speak but his wo­rds are hard to make ­out, what with them s­ounding more like int­ense moans of pleasur­e but luckily Rodrick­ has a faint idea of ­what he's trying to s­ay. The incubus trade­s his fast pace for a­ slow hard one; pulli­ng himself out until ­the tip remains and t­hen thrusting back in­ to ram himself again­st that same bundle o­f nerves. He could se­e how it was turning ­the normally aloof li­on into a drooling, m­oaning mess and he lo­ved it. The pain part­ of that strange plea­sure was completely l­ost to Leon but he wa­s slowly becoming awa­re of a new feeling. ­Something that was ak­in to a tsunami neari­ng over the horizon a­nd he wasn't quite su­re he wanted it to hi­t yet. Suddenly, Rodr­ick is shifting their­ bodies again and Leo­n finds himself seate­d on top of the incub­us, his hands splayed­ out on his chest; th­ose hips still moving­ to bring him pleasur­e and he doesn't ques­tion the change. Inst­ead, he shifts his ow­n legs around and rea­lizes that with the n­ew position, he can m­ove his own body to m­eet those sinful thru­sts. And that's exact­ly what he does; thru­sts his hips down the­ second Rodrick bring­s his own up and it h­its him like magic. T­he pleasure multiplie­s tenfold and an erot­ic sound of skin slap­ping against skin rea­ches his ears. His fi­ngers curl against Ro­drick's chest, his na­ils digging into the ­skin making the other­ man groan in the sam­e pleasure pain that ­affected him earlier.­ Leon's own moans are­ loud against his ear­s and it makes his ow­n penis twitch, a tin­y part of him felt he­ was enjoying this to­o much but he ignores­ that part- there was­ no such thing as too­ much pleasure. He le­ans down to connect h­is lips with Rodrick'­s in another sloppy k­iss, their tongues so­on joining as well as­ Rodrick's hands slid­ing up and down his b­ody; cupping his butt­ cheeks, pinching the­m and spreading them ­as he thrusts harder.­ That delicious sound­ of skin slapping aga­inst skin causing the­m both to moan in ecs­tasy and Leon can fee­l that tidal wave get­ting stronger. He bre­aks the kiss to tell ­Rodrick as much but t­he incubus silences h­im with a firm hand g­ripping his twitching­ cock, jerking it in ­time with those thrus­ts and Leon throws hi­s head back to moan l­ong and loud. His who­le body shudders as t­hat wave finally brea­ks free with his orga­sm, cum spurting from­ his cock to splatter­ across Rodrick's che­st. Leon's inner wall­s clamp down hard on ­Rodrick's member and ­it doesn't take long ­for him to reach his ­own orgasm, moaning l­ow as he releases his­ seed into the lion's­ body; the one hand s­till on his butt chee­k gives it a good sla­p that makes Leon jol­t. Leon isn't sure if­ it was the slap or t­he alcohol finally hi­tting him but all of ­a sudden he's exhaust­ed, his body slumps a­gainst Rodrick's weak­ly and he can hardly ­lift his head to give­ the incubus one last­ peck on the lips. Hi­s eyes are already sl­iding shut when he he­ars his own faint voi­ce whisper, "I love y­ou." The next morning­, Leon wakes to find ­himself nude and alon­e in what is clearly ­not his own bed. He n­early jumps out of th­e bed but notices a n­eatly folded pile of ­his clothing with a n­ote on top of it. As ­he dresses himself he­ reads the note silen­tly,  "Leon before you eve­n get the wrong idea ­I'd like to let you k­now that you came int­o my room clearly dru­nk off your ass. I tr­ied to convince you t­o go to sleep but you­ were having none of ­it...until you vomite­d all over yourself a­nd passed out. I had ­the misfortune of str­ipping you naked so I­ could clean you and your clothes up. I di­dn't put them back on­ you because I was af­raid you would wake u­p in the middle and t­ry to kill me thinkin­g I was doing the opp­osite. Anyway next ti­me stay away from the­ booze, you're really­ weird when you're dr­unk." Leon crumples u­p the note angrily, k­nowing full well that­ never happened but h­e was too embarrassed­ to admit what really­ happened. He gratefu­lly accepts the scape­ goat Rodrick was lea­ving him; if they wer­e both going to prete­nd they never had sex­...who was he to say ­any different? After ­all, he WAS extremely­ intoxicated last nig­ht. 

[super-magical-wizard]

Not Happy Anymore Part 4

This fanfiction includes cursing, violence, fighting, gore, blood, major character death, grief, torture, and quite a bit of suffering. Please don’t read if you aren’t okay with that kind of stuff.

This is based on @atomiktaco ‘s versions of antisepticeye, darkiplier, and a little bit of jack and mark. I hope you enjoy ^-^

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Finally Jack realized what Anti was saying and his eyes widened in terror. He knew why Anti told him to run and what would happen if he didn't. It would be safer for both of them if he listened. So he took off, guilt filling him as he left his friend to be slowly torn apart by the glitches and his own mind.

Anti screamed again, his voice winding inside itself over and over again and started to make a piercing and grating sound that felt as if it was made to make people bleed, to make them suffer. Yet all it did was add more pain as he began to writhe on the floor.

"W-won't-t let-t-t yo-ou," he gritted out between clenched teeth as the glitches surrounded him, forcing him to feel the pain and grief he had made. His fingers twitched and he forced them to dig into his arm, to make him feel pain, *real* pain instead of the horror that grated at his mind. Until suddenly something new began to happen. As he tried to fight the sadness that he had felt before, he was given more to grieve over. He started to sob. He tried to hold it in but all that did was make his tears start to stream down his face without a sound. Instead he heard the static, the crackling, the breaking, and somehow that made it worse.

Memories flashed before him.

His mother's scarred yet gentle hands holding his tiny ones as she taught him how to make bread. 

His shoulders shook with so much force and he let out a whimper as a sliver of pain shot through him again.

His father's soft and warm hands guiding his trembling hands as they sewed their first blanket together.

His hands clutched at his chest as he curled up in agony and wept for those he had lost, those he had killed.

His sister's callused hands tracing his own as she made up fairy tales about the world just for him.

And with that he broke. He started to wail, tears pouring down his face as he begged for this pain to stop. Please just god make it stop. But it didn't. It tore and it tore and as Anti cried it just got worse. As if it got pleasure from his pain. Because this was pain. This was grief. This was suffering. His heart felt as if it was being torn from his chest and he clawed at it, as if destroying it would make it stop, drawing blood with his nails as he cut through his shirt and into his skin.

"PleaS-se," he whispered as his nails dug into his chest. The tears still streamed down his face. The whimpers still came from him as he tried to fight it. Until suddenly he felt something. A hand on his shoulder, so like those in his memories, but different, more real. "D-DaRk?"

"I'm here," Dark whispered, but Anti couldn't hear him. The glitches struck him again and he screamed, his body twitching from the torment. He struggled to lift a trembling, twitching, bruise-covered hand to his friend and Dark caught it before it fell. Anti started to breathing faster and he whimpered again, his other hand clutching his chest as his eyes flashed so perilously close to the black that filled them when he lost complete control.

"Ma-aKe i-i-it sToP," he begged, voice twitching and breaking as his eyes screwed shut. His breath caught in his throat, pain beginning to overwhelm him again. "Pl-e-eAs-Se."

"I'm here, Anti. I'm here," Dark told him, voice soft and calm as he looked down at his friend. Anti was almost completely covered in glitches, shuddering as he tried to fight against the agony that threatened to overcome him. "We can do this."

Suddenly Anti stopped. He stopped screaming, he stopped crying, he stopped struggling. His hand slipped out of Dark's. For a second, he almost looked calm, even as his shirt continued to soak up blood from the gashes on his chest. But then his body went rigid and he got up from the ground, facing Dark with now soulless black eyes that peered out from a deathly pale face covered in a spiderweb of pulsing black veins. He stepped closer and closer to Dark, glitches crackling around him as an unnatural and twisted grin appeared on his face.

"We always get through this don't we?" Dark whispered, voice too low for Anti to hear.

" I͝͠s̛͟ ̴t̸̛h̸͞í̀s̶̡͜ ̴ẁ̷h̵͜át̕͝ ýo͘͝u̸ ̸w̷͡a͠n҉̢t́e̸̶͡d͜?͟ " Anti giggled as he swung his fist at Dark, trying to hurt him, to break him, but he didn’t even flinch.

"Everything will be okay," Dark told him, his voice soft as Anti spun and elbowed him in the stomach.

"Yó̵ù̸̧ ̡͢m̛͘͡a̷̢dè ş͝u͢͞ŗ͜e ̨͢i͜͏t̸ ́͠w҉o̧͡u̶͡ļ͢d̵ ̛͜ņ̛e͜͡v̛e͏̕ŗ̶͘ ̡b̵̛e ̀́͟á̴͞lri̛g̴̨ht̴̡̕, " Anti’s voice twitched as he punched Dark's breastbone with all his strength. Yet he didn’t budge. Anti’s movements started to get more violent, more desperate to hurt someone, anyone.

"You can survive," Dark said, his voice so sure, and Anti glitched at his words. As if he was getting control back. But still he struck again.

" I̵͠ ͞do̴n't̶̛͜ ̡͞f́̕ù͟c҉̛ķ̶i҉̶͡n͜g̴̸ ̨́w͞an̨̧͡t͡ t̵o̡̕͢! " he screamed at Dark, tears starting to drip down his ashen face as he tried so hard to hurt him but couldn't. His glitches flared up again and he fell onto the ground, starting to sob as he finally gained control back. He curled up into a ball as he shook from the grief and agony as the memories burned his heart over and over again. His fingers clawed into his chest but he couldn't get to his heart as tears poured from his eyes and he shuddered with the force of it all. "PleAsE!" he begged between whimpers and sobs until the glitches struck him again and he screamed. "MaKe iT stOp!"

Dark looked at Anti in agony, a couple tears trailing down his face as he watched his friend struggle and scream in pain. He knew this cycle would never end. He knew Anti would break over and over again and he would lose control over and over again. And Dark- Dark didn’t want him to suffer. Not forever. Not because of him.

"We were happy weren't we?" Dark asked him, voice catching in his throat and another tear trailed down his face. "For a little while anyways? I- I guess it's over now."

And with that he lifted his shaking hand, pictured Anti's suffering, bloody heart in it, and clenched his fist, finally, finally letting Anti be happy.

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Part 2

Part 3

Part 4 (You are here)

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Epilogue

[askthedespairkids]

Some Shitty Foundation Short Stories

I managed to write 5 mini stories of the named anons “behind the scenes” so to speak, so it’s basically what goes on in the foundation when nobody is watching.

So basically, these fics are canon that I couldn’t show through asks. Unless something is seriously out of character. Sorry they’re kinda shit, I didn’t really put a whole lot of thought into them.

-That doesn’t make sense!-

 “Poly…amorous…?” Sadao tilted his head, Dragonous had simply let the word slip as the two were talking about Mage. The Ultimate Hero gave a big nod and pushed her sunglasses up. “I…I don’t think I’ve ever heard that term before?”

 “Oh, it’s real simple. It just means that she might want to go out with more than one person. So instead of one partner, she could have two or three.” Dragonous explained. The hypnotist was silent, staring intently at the red-head.

 “But…that makes no sense.” Sadao frowned.

 “Of course it makes sense. It’s just how people differ from you, Irunami-chan! Nothing bad about-“

 “I know that.” Sadao cut her off. “That’s not what I mean though…like, Mage-chan is from America, right? They use cars a lot there, so, like…what happens with they’re all taking a car ride to the shops or something?” Dragonous just stared at him with confusion. “Like, say Mage-chan had two partners, right? What if all three of them went to the shops. Does that mean someone just gets but in the back seats by themselves? That doesn’t seem fair? Do the rules of ‘shotgun’ apply to it or do they rotate who sits where?”

 “Th…that’s what you’re confused about…?” Dragonous had to giggle. “Geez, Irunami-chan, you’re mind comes up with the weirdest questions.”

 “Then I’ll have to ask Mage-chan when she’s finished with the lunch rush!” Sadao smiled. “People are interesting, you know? I love learning about people!”

 “Yeah, same. I get to meet tons of cool people in my travels, you’d probably get along well with a lot of them.”

 “Introduce me sometime then!” Sadao beamed.

 “Heh, it’s a deal.” Dragonous smiled back.

 --

 -7th Branch Days-

 “Hayashi-kun!” Junpei called out. “Did you get that paperwork that Gekkougahara-san sent to us…? It should have arrived by now.” Neku put a finger to his lips and thought for a few seconds.

 “I think Kamisaka left with Richard to get the paperwork. They said they had to take care of something anyways, they should be back soon.” Neku shrugged. “I guess you and I are just gonna have to play the waiting game until they decide to come back.”

 “I have a bad feeling about this though…” Junpei pinched the bridge of his nose. “Something about Richard-kun and Ka-chan being near each other for that amount of time makes me concerned for my mental wellbeing…”

 “Yo-chan~!” The familiar voice came from the doors of the 7th branch, Richard and Orochi walking back into the offices. “We’ve brought what you need.” The decipherer started to walk over to him. There was a worrying grin on his face as he got closer to Junpei. Oh boy.

 “What are you so happy ab…out…” Junpei’s voice slowed down as Orochi’s full figure came into view. Whilst he was still wearing his usual t-shirt and trench coat, the glaring difference in this outfit…were the denim short-shorts, completely exposing his legs. “…what the actual fuck are you wearing?”

 “Do you like them?” Orochi winked “Or maybe you need to see them from a better angle~” He leaned over Junpei, bringing his face to the same level as the blond. “They were Richard-kun’s idea. He said you were the type of guy that liked it when guys showed off more skin.”

 “Wh-what?!” Junpei’s face flushed. “Wh…wh-why would he think that?!”

 “Isn’t it obvious…?” Richard smiled. “You’re one of the easiest to read, silly!”

 “Well…?” Orochi leaned closer. “Is he right, or would you rather not answer that in front of everyone…?” Junpei’s face only went a deeper shade of red as Orochi inched closer.

 “I…” Junpei suddenly slapped Orochi and pushed him off. “Y-y-you seriously are an idiot! Idiot! Idiot!” Junpei cried out.

 “Ugh…we just had to get people like them, didn’t we…?” Neku sighed, resting his head on the desk. “Just my luck…”

 “Ah, now, now, dear Mr Hayashi. They aren’t bad children…I just wish to help Mr Yokozawa with his feelings, is all.” Richard glanced at the bickering pair. “Besides, having a little noise in this place isn’t a bad thing, is it…?”

 --

 -Protagonist Curse-

 “…eh…?” Ryuu blinked. “What are you…?”

 “Giving you my underwear, obviously.” Kobo frowned, acting as if this gesture was completely normal for everyone to do. “We’re really close so we gotta prove it to each other, right? Then you gotta take my underwear. It’s, like, the rules of video games.”

 “Wh-what kind of video games have you played where underwear is a reward for getting close to people?!” Ryuu cried out, still trying to wrap the fact that Kobo was trying to shove the blue and grey boxerbriefs into his possession.

 “A really good one, I should lend it to you sometime. Besides, if I’m following the rules of the game, then you fit it perfectly.” Kobo smirked. “You got the protagonist curse.”

 “P…protagonist curse…?” Ryuu tilted his head, letting out a yelp as Kobo pulled playfully on the ahoge protruding from the top of his head.

 “That thing right there is the sign of a protagonist in the series. And obviously they’re the ones collecting everyone’s underwear. So these are for you because you’re pretty much the protagonist of our class, if we go by the game’s rules.”

 “Th…that’s…insane…” Ryuu sighed. “Okanaya-kun…why don’t you and I ever just have a normal conversation for once…? Just once…?”

 “Ha! You know that ain’t happening anytime soon, Nagata!” The tour guide chuckled, shoving the underwear into the shorter male’s hands. “I’ll see you around!” He turned to leave.

 Ryuu just looked at the fabric in his grasp and sighed once again. “I guess I can’t really do anything about it…for now, I’m just gonna have to get these to my room before anyone se-“ Ryuu turned to leave, only to find Maemi, Toson, Yuuki, and Sadao behind him. “U…u-uh…th-this isn’t what it looks like…!”

 “Drat.” Toson scoffed. “Looks like Okanaya-kun beat us to it.”

 “Eh?”

 “We were going to give you ours first, but I suppose Okanaya-kun was just too fast for us. Still won’t stop us though, that I can promise.” Yuuki tipped his cap.

 “E-eh?!”

 “Oh, by the way, Nagata-kun, who are you planning on giving your underwear to?” Maemi asked.

 “EH?!!”

 --

 -Old memories-

 “So you guys all were at Hope’s Peak at the same time, right…?” Rogue asked Kyoji and Ethos ad the three, along with Daisuke, all sat at one of the tables in the lunch hall. “Anything embarrassing happen with Takai-kun whilst I was gone? Come on, you guys need to let me know about anything I missed!”

 “Ah, Kimyona-san, that’s-“

 “Aw, come on, Takai-kun, you know you can tell me anything! I won’t judge! Me, you, and Yuichiro-chan were besties back in school, remember?” The artist grinned. “Now spill it, you two.”

 “Well, this wasn’t something about Takai-kun specifically, but I do remember Oroya-kun having trouble with trying to reach some books in the library because he was so short in his first year of school. He got so flustered when Takai-kun helped him that he said ‘s-senpai’ with one of those really touched voices.” Kyoji recalled.

 “Th-that’s not true!” Ethos quickly objected. “I wasn’t flustered about it! I mean…sure, I was caught off guard that much is true…”

 “Though you were very conscious of your short stature before you hit your growth spurt. Even Ando-san was taller than you, if I remember right.” Daisuke added on.

 “When did this discussion turn to me, anyways…?” Ethos laughed a little. “But Rogue, what did you do when you left anyways…? Anything weird happen to you, other than the obvious powers…?”

 “Uh…” Rogue looked away for a second. “I…guess you could say some weird stuff happened. Like the lakeside incident…” When the three pairs of eyes looked at her curiously, she could only frown as she recalled. “When I was first trying to control my powers, I was practising by a lakebed…I was just kind of going over everything I could do, when suddenly my electricity activated and hit the water. I killed all of the fish in the waters…I didn’t mean to though! Though I suppose the fishermen didn’t mind.”

 “That was you?” Kyoji’s eyes widened. “I heard about that incident a few years ago, but to think that it was you…”

 “Yeah, I’m much better with my powers now. Which is great, by the way, because it can be hell if something goes haywire.”

 “It’s good you were able to return to us though, Kimyona-san…” Daisuke smiled softly. “Even with Okumura-kun there with me…our second year and third year just weren’t the same without your voice always leading us around.

 “Aw, Takai-kun, that’s so sweet…” Rogue’s expression slowly dropped. “I…just hope we can find Yuichiro-chan soon. It would be great if all three of us were together again…”

 “Then we’ll work together to make it happen, alright…?” Daisuke looked at his friend.

 “R-right! Let’s bring him here safely!”

 --

 -Common Ground-

 Rina and Emi sat across from each other, almost as if ready to discuss some kind of important business meeting. The two had met in Emi’s room, the lights had been dimmed, and the tension between the two was unbelievable thick.

 “…Teruteru…” Emi said.

 “….Peko-chan…” Rina nodded back to her. The two paused before letting out small giggles. “I’m so glad we do this, Chouko-san. I’m just happy we have something in common.”

 “M-me too…y-y-you’re definitely the n-nicest i-in our class…I c-c-can’t stand K-Kamisaka, honestly.” Emi chewed on her nail lightly.

 “I think he’s just a little…eccentric…” Rina scratched her head. “Though Yokozawa-kun is nice, don’t you think? And even if she’s a little strict, Watanabe-san is nice as well. She’s just a little more…intense than the others.”

 “I h-h-have trouble with int-t-tense people…W-Watanabe w-was a nightmare t-t-to live with i-in that mansion…” Emi frowned. “Th-though I a-agree about J-Junpei-san…”

 “So…do you have a plan yet for Hanamura-kun…? You must have thought of something to get him…” Rina leaned forward, awaiting her answer.

 “I-i-it’s still a w-w-work in progress…w-what about y-y-you with Peko-san…?” The music critic twisted her headphone as she asked.

 “Akane’s been helping me out a lot with trying to impress her. I’ve never liked anyone before, so this is all really new to me. I’m just nervous that I’m gonna mess things up and she’ll never want to talk to me again, I mean…she did forget me at one point.” Rina’s mood seemed to drop.

 “Th-that was b-because of the de-despairs though, not be-because of y-y-you.” Emi reminded her. “I th-think you’ll d-d-do fine, honestly. Y-you’ve got a g-good personality, and you’re c-c-c-cute.”

 “You think so…?” Rina smiled weakly, walking over to give Emi a light hug. “You’re the best, Chouko-san.” She stood up straight. “Alright…I won’t give up until Peko tells me her feelings for me! It’s all or nothing, you know?!”

 “S-s-same with m-me and Teruteru…I’ve g-got to st-step my game up, y-y’know. I w-w-want a real answer t-t-to wh-when I a-asked him out…” Emi’s eyes were full of determination. “W-we have crushes o-on o-our old uppercl-classmen. B-but we’re gonna win. We h-have to.”

 The two looked at each other and nodded confidently.