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Tensei Shitara Ore ga Heroine de Aitsu ga Yuusha Datta

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Blood Orange (Ch 1: The Walk-In)

Carmy Berzatto x Reader (R18)

Rating: E (7.3k words)

links: fic playlist, pinterest board, ao3 link, ch 2

Summary: Losing your job is the worst thing to ever happen to you. Getting hired by Carmen Berzatto is a close second. You tell yourself that The Beef is only temporary, that it's just a replacement until you find something better. It doesn't work. You've stopped listening. You've had a taste of Carmy, and now you don't think you're ever gonna be able to let go. No matter how bad it gets. 

Content Tags: secret workplace relationship/sex, friends/coworkers with benefits, they/them afab reader, miscommunication, mental illness (carmy and reader), dom/sub dynamics, dom carmy (for now), enemies to friends to lovers (eventually), unhealthy coping mechanisms, dysfunctional relationship

A/N: It's finally here! New series! We even get sex in the first chapter! In my other fic, I'm taking care of Carmy. In this one, I'm making him worse. Of course, here's a disclaimer that I DON’T condone or intend to glorify any of this behavior. It's just compelling to write. Enjoy!

You return to The Beef for the first time in years when you're at your lowest.

The only upside to this abysmal situation is that the job was shitty. The job you just got laid off from, to be exact. Retail was never your passion, and there's a certain relief in knowing you don't have to go back to that windowless place. You didn't play an important role in the ecosystem, but it played a pretty crucial role in yours. It kept a roof over your head.

You're sure you could’ve sued them in some fashion for letting you go without any warning, any parachute, but you didn't have the luxury of time. You needed to figure out how you were going to pay rent, and fast.

After the rage boiled over (not to say that it's resolved, the residual anger's leveled into an even simmer), you pulled your hair back, found your cleanest, nicest outfit, and started your job search. With your updated resume in hand and scuffed sneakers on your feet, you've trekked all over Chicago looking for a new job. You weren't optimistic, nor were you hopeful. 

You suppose the only word you could use to describe yourself was desperate, and it was a matter of finding someone that was just as desperate, if not more desperate than you. To put it politely, the odds of that were low. Very low. 

You got laid off that very morning. The rest of your afternoon has been spent walking from door to door to every establishment you could spot. By some cruel twist of fate, none of them were hiring. The ones that were hiring looked unenthusiastic, even adverse to taking your resume. 

“When would you be able to start?” Some of the workers asked. 

“Tomorrow,” was your desperately honest answer. 

“If all goes well, you'll hear from us in a week,” was their response. The unspoken was, of course, the fact that radio silence was more likely than an email or phone call. Places didn't even send rejection letters anymore. 

“Thanks for your time,” you'd say, bringing out a bright smile from a complete lack of reserves, and as soon as you turned around, your face would drop. 

Your hopes were low, nearly non-existent, but damn. Damn. It wasn't looking good for you.

That's why you enter The Beef. You vaguely remember visiting this place a couple years ago, back when you first moved to Chicago. The owner was…pretty nice, actually. You don't remember his name, but you remember having a pleasant conversation with him. Of course, there's nothing you can do if he doesn't have a job opening, but it wouldn't be bad to see a friendly face. Even if that face is from someone who's basically a stranger. 

The doorbell rings when you enter. It catches the attention of the man standing behind the counter, and with how his head jolts up, you'd think the bell functioned as an alarm instead. 

“Welcome,” he says. Your first impression, other than the fact that he seems very, very, tired, is that he's irritatingly attractive. If anything, the eyebags and the greased back waves only add to whatever the hell he's got going on. 

“Hi. Um…” You're briefly caught off guard by his biceps, but you catch yourself. “I was actually wondering if you guys were hiring.”

“We are,” he replies, and it's the best thing you've heard all day. He lights up like the spark of a lighter, bright and instantaneous. It doesn't shake the pervasive exhaustion that radiates off him, though. 

“Thank god,” you mutter, and you want to take it back (it's far too casual), but he cracks an amused smile that makes you want to dissolve like a pinch of salt in a sea of sauce. “Sorry. Do you mind if I talk to the owner? We met a while ago, and—”

“I'm the owner,” he interrupts, and any other words you had planned fall away.

“Sorry?” You repeat. “I swear it was this guy—he had short dark hair, I think—”

“Yeah, he left the place to me. Didn't want it anymore, so.” He shrugs. The light you just saw from him has fizzled away like the end of a sparkler, short-lived and ultimately disappointing. 

“Oh. Got it. Uh…” To your credit, you don't fumble for too long. You have a lot of questions, but you've got more pressing issues. You pluck out a resume from a file folder. “Here's my resume, then.”

He takes it from you, flips it to face him. He's quiet as his eyes lower down the page, and you wonder if it's going to be a guillotine or a pot of gold at the end of this. The only sounds in the entrance are the passing cars outside, the rickety air conditioning, and muffled chatter from the back. 

“You worked as a prep cook.” He says it like a fact, but you know it's a question. 

“Yeah, nothing fancy. Just at some chain restaurants.”

“Right. I see you worked as a line cook at another location. Which one did you prefer?”

“Uh…” They both came with their separate pains. Your honest answer is that being a line cook was one of the most stressful experiences of your life, but if he has a position open as a line cook, you don't want to fuck it up. “They were both fine. I think I was a little better as a prep cook, but I didn't mind either.”

He hums, satisfied by your answer. At least it’s only half of a lie.                                                                                                                    

“How do you work under pressure?”

“Good,” you answer quickly. “Well enough.”

“Willing to learn?”

“Obviously. I mean…” You think you see a flash of a smile, but you're unsure. “Yeah.”

“When'd you be able to start?” You're surprised he's already asking this.

“Tomorrow,” you say, just like you’ve been, and his reaction is different from the others. He nods. He doesn't smile, not like he did earlier, but you can tell this is a good sign. 

Before he can get a word out, there's a sharp, metallic explosion of noises that resounds from the direction of the kitchen. 

“Uh,” he starts, eyebrows pinched in irritation, the voices come in. 

“I told you, you have to say behind!” A woman's voice. She sounds young, but there's no real way to be sure of that.

“How the hell did you not hear me coming?” A Chicago accent, male. Older, maybe. “I was in the middle of having a conversation with Tina—”

“Great, I'm so happy for you, I don't give a shit, now this has all went to waste—”

“Well, who's fault is that?”

“Who's fault is that? You did not just—”

“Guys!” The man you've been talking to gives you an apologetic glance before walking to the back, pushing through the folding doors. You catch a glimpse of the two people arguing on the other side before it shuts. “I'm tryin’ to talk to a new hire here. We can't be like this right now. Not ever, but especially right now.”

Finally, the first sane person I've met all day, you think. 

“Carmy, talk some sense into her,” the older guy shouts, and it gives you a name to the face. “All of this on the floor—”

“You didn't say behind,” the woman repeats, except with more fury in it this time.

“You didn't say behind,” he imitates back. “Carmy—”

“She’s right. Richie, step out,” Carmy says. “Syd, you clean this up.”

“But—” You hear her start to protest. 

“You spilled it, you clean it,” he cuts through, decisive and firm.

“I know, but Richie—”

“Clean it,” he repeats, firmer, darker this time, and there's a beat of silence. 

“...Yes, chef.”

“I told you to step out,” Carmy tells who you assume is Richie. 

“You're just gonna let her—”

“Step the fuck outside right fucking now!” Carmy screams, his patience shooting away like a gunshot. You feel something shrivel inside you, and not in a good way. “Do the one fucking thing you're good at and get out of the fucking way!”

Yeah…definitely not in a good way.

From what you hear, it sounds like Richie has to get wrestled outside by someone, whom you're not sure. After another minute, Carmy returns to the front. 

“I'm sorry about that. Fucking—” He drags a hand across his face. You swear his eyebags have grown heavier in the 5 minutes he was in the kitchen. “What was I saying?”

“Um, I was saying that I could start tomorrow,” you remind him, although the vigor you had just stated it with is a bit fizzled out. 

“Right. Okay. Uh—” He pats his hands on his apron, searching for something. A pen and paper appear in his hands, and he scribbles something on it. This is when you notice his tattoos. A flower on the back of his hand. Surprising. “You're hired. Here's the paperwork you need to fill out, along with the number and email you'll be hearing from me at.”

“What?” You take the sheets, but the smooth paper doesn't feel real in your hands. His handwriting is hasty and dark, like he was running out of time on a test. “I mean, I'm just surprised.”

“Do you not want it?”

“I want it,” you promise, and you feel your cheeks flush. This is a bad time to yet again notice how attractive he is. His pretty eyes, his nose. The little moles under his left eye. “Y-Yeah, I want the job.”

“Good.” He motions towards the sticky note again. “Come in at 8 am tomorrow. You'll be starting as a prep cook, which you've done before.”

“Okay. Okay, yeah, I'll be there.” The reality is setting in now, and an odd cocktail of relief, apprehension, and excitement is settling in your stomach. “Thank you so much.” I just got laid off from my job this morning, so this means a lot, you want to say, but it's too soon. You don't want to say anything that'll make him change his mind about whatever he sees in you. 

“Thank you,” he echoes back. “We need the help. I'll see you tomorrow.”

“See you,” you reply, and with that, the door rings behind you. A customer comes up to the counter, peering up at the menu. You figure this is your cue to leave. He's not looking at you anymore anyway. 

So, I got a job now, you update your friends, texting them on your way home on the metro. As the relieved congratulations come flying in, another remark seems to resound amongst all of them. 

I can't believe you got the job just like that. That place must be desperate, too, is roughly what they've all said. The thing is, they're not wrong. 

You managed to find someone more desperate than you in the job economy. Just one, but that was enough. It makes you think, though. You think about Carmy's weary blue eyes, his brief smile, and his hand tattoos. You wonder if it's just the restaurant that gives him that bone-deep exhaustion, or if it's a smaller part of a bigger picture. 

You think about it for the rest of your commute, you think about it as you smoke on the porch, you think about it as you lay in bed. You think about it as you fill out the paperwork, fingers tracing where Carmy's written his name, number, and email.

Carmen Berzatto

773-555-0901

So Carmy's a nickname, you think. Not about what type of boss he's going to be, not about what it's going to be like working under someone you are obviously attracted to. 

Maybe you should be more worried about this.

If it's bad, I'll just find another job, you tell yourself, and you foolishly believe it.

. . . . .

Your first day on the job starts with introductions. 

At least, that's about as much as you've figured out so far. When he sees you upon arrival, he pauses and stares at you like he's forgotten. Not a great start. Granted, he does snap out of it. That's when he tells you to follow him, which is where you currently find yourself. You're not sure where he's leading to, only that he's introducing you to others as you pass them by.

“They’re working with us starting today,” Carmy tells everyone. “They’re gonna be on prep.”

Right. So that's what you'll be doing. At least he told you that much yesterday.

The catalog of coworkers expands exponentially. You remember Sydney from yesterday, and to her credit, she apologizes about having you witness her fight with Richie, who conveniently isn't here yet. She seems the nicest out of all the bunch, so you decide to let it slide. 

Marcus is pretty nice, too. So are Ebra, Sweeps, Manny, Angel—everyone seems to be pretty alright. It’s obvious they’re standoffish by you being in their space. You find it hard to hold it against them. You’re not really sure how your relationships with them are going to pan out. There are only three that you’re particularly unsure on.

The first and obvious one is Richie. He came in eventually and didn’t give you the best impression, immediately talking over everyone and oozing arrogance. The only salvageable thing is that he’s not even a chef. At least you won’t have to be in the kitchen with him much. You want to avoid the honor of talking to him as much as possible.

Tina is next. She clearly doesn’t enjoy having someone new in the ecosystem, and she’s spent more time ignoring you than talking with you. As you understand it, she’s close to the rest of the staff since they’ve all been together for a while. Minus you and Syd, as you learn she’s only been there for a week. You think Tina will warm up to you…eventually.

Carmy is the last one, and he’s…he’s…

He’s something else.

He has you doing prep for most of the day. After introducing you to everyone and giving you a brief tour, he brings you to your station, scratched up stainless steel.

“You’re going to be cutting onions and carrots today for the stock. The vegetables are in the walk-in I showed you earlier, and when it’s done, it goes on the first shelf.” Carmy’s to your right, set up at his own station. You swear you keep your eyes focused on the vegetables, not his biceps in that shirt, but… “You should already know this, but label everything. I don’t want to see anything without a date. Got it?”

“Yes, chef,” you confirm, snapping out of it. He’s been flinging new information at you like it’s a war and he’s gunning to survive. But so are you. “I’ll do my best.”

“I expect as such.” He slides over a peeler for the carrots and some plastic bins for trash. “It’s just a stock, so don’t worry about an even cut. Just salvage whatever you can, cut off anything that doesn’t look good.” You nod. “Been a year or so since you did this, right?”

“Yeah. I cook regularly, but I’ll need to get back into the groove of things. And I will,” you add hastily. “I’ll combine them into this one when I'm done, right?” You ask, nudging a large plastic container. 

“Correct.” A brief smile flashes across his face. “You're already following quicker than I thought you would.” You’re not sure if he means it as an insult or a compliment, so you decide to take it as the latter. 

“I haven't even chopped anything yet.”

“I know.” His expression is flat again. You resist a laugh.  He plucks an onion from the bin, puts it in front of you. “Show me a rough dice.”

The knife is sharp. You notice this as you place careful cuts into the onion. It's not quite as sharp as his unnerving gaze, which layers pressure upon pressure. It builds up like a pastry puff, thin multitudes of layers expanding upward. You need to be good. You need to be perfect. You don't want to disappoint him, not this early, even though you've barely been here for an hour. 

It's just a shitty old sandwich shop, you tell yourself, but your dicing is uneven and you briefly think about accidentally chopping your fingers off. 

“Not my best work,” you admit, vaguely breathless. Carmy hasn't said anything yet.

“It'll do.” You're waiting for him to say something else, give you some tips, but he doesn't. Irritation prickles to the tips of your fingers. “I'll be back to check in on you later.”

You stand there, motionless and shocked in the aftermath. You're not sure what you expected from today, but being abandoned an hour in was not at the top of your bucket list. 

Man, what the fuck, you think, the thought clear in the silence around you, and that's the last time you can hear yourself think for the rest of the shift. 

There's a prepared stock from yesterday simmering on the stove behind you. It's flanked by boiling potatoes and reducing tomato sauce. The heat from it’s searing your back like a steak, slowly drawing lines of moisture all over the surface of your shirt. Your coworkers constantly invade your space to check on them. You suppose it's not their fault that the kitchen, but it's still irritating. They're also all shouting over each other like it's a competition.

“Who the fuck touched my stock—”

“No one touched your stupid shitty stock—”

“I am trying to find this cutting board, will someone please—”

You move on from the onions with only a thin layer of sweat collected at your hairline. 

Your hands are shaky as they peel the carrots. You know you're not getting as efficient of a shave as you could be, but the caffeine crash from your morning coffee is getting to you. You don't remember the last time you drank water. A cigarette sounds nice. 

“Clean your station, chef.” Carmy materializes next to you. You hear him before you see his hands scooping carrot shavings into a plastic container. It shocks you so much that you almost cut yourself. 

“Sorry, chef,” you reply reflexively. You look down at your station, straightening your tools. You want to ask if you can take your break, but you don't want to look any weaker than you do already. “So, uh, do we get 30's here?”

When you don't get a response, your head snaps up, irritation on the tip of your tongue, but he's not even there. 

Fucking hell, you think, annoyance simmering into something akin to anger, and you go back to finishing your prep. 

You don't see him for another hour after that. It's not even him that tells you to take your 15, it's Syd, who noticed you were half-way through your shift and on the verge of…something. 

“You finished the prep he gave you, right?” Syd had asked. You told her you finished and put it back in the walk-in. “Yeah, then go take your break. Did he not tell you we get 15's here?”

“He didn't,” you say, too annoyed to bother hiding the disdain in your face. Sydney just sighs, rolling her eyes, and you think you love her. 

“Asshole.” She makes a shooing motion at you then. “Go, get a break from this madness. It'll get better, I promise.”

You're not sure if you believe her, but you do step outside to take your break. 

As you stand outside in the back, you take note of tightness in your body that you weren't even aware of. The cigarette smoke calms you, loosens you. Or maybe you owe that to getting out of that hot kitchen. 

This time, you see Carmy before you hear him. You turn to the door to see him stepping out, a pack of smokes in his hand. 

“Hey,” he says. 

“Hey,” you reply.

“Everythin’ goin’ okay so far?”

“Yeah. It's fine.” Other than everything.

“Really?” His surprise just pisses you off further. “Well, that's good.”

“...Yeah.” You decide if your mouth stays unoccupied, you'll start cussing him out, so you put your cigarette back in your mouth. 

“You're bleeding.”

“What?”

“I said, you're bleeding. Your hand.” 

You look down at your hand holding the cigarette, and sure enough, there's a thin, shallow cut oozing blood near one of your knuckles. 

“Shit,” you mutter, quickly sucking the skin into your mouth. When you pull it back, the red refills. “I didn't even notice.”

“Let's get a bandaid on that.” He puts his unlit cigarette back into his pack. “I have some in my office.”

That's how you end up in the enclosed, dark space of his office, seated on the only chair as he leans back against his cluttered desk. The dingy first-aid kit is propped on top of a shaky stack of papers. Carmy takes out a bandaid from it and peels it open.

“Thought I gave you a sharp knife, it shouldn't have cut you like that,” Carmy comments. 

“It was sharp,” you correct. “Guess I just fucked up.”

“It happens,” he says, which surprises you. He keeps surprising you. You just can't seem to figure him out. “Let me see the cut.”

You only realize that he's putting the bandaid on you when he cradles your hand in his. His hands are warm. 

He has so many hand tattoos. You notice the letters on his fingers first, the SOU curled around your palm. You notice the other tattoo on the back of his hand next, since that's the one carefully placing the bandaid on you. 

He wraps it around your finger just right. Not too tight, not too loose. 

“Is that too tight?” He asks, almost in a whisper. He's so close, and he smells like kitchen oil, cigarette smoke, and a faded cologne you can't place. 

“No, it's okay.” You don't mean to talk so quietly back, but you do. You can't stop staring at his fingers. They're long and marked up with silver scars and burns. If you look carefully, you can place the locations of his callouses. 

“Good.” You don’t know why he does it, but he runs his thumb across the seams of where your bandaid overlaps. Surely it’s just to secure it further…surely.

“Thank you.” He’s still holding your hand. You’re unsure if you’re imagining the tension in the air or not. Everything feels more intimate behind closed doors, especially in low light. “I could’ve done it myself.”

“It’s easier if another person does it.” He lets go, finally, and you try not to mourn the loss. “Did you finish prepping for the stock?”

“What you gave me, yeah.”

“Alright. Let’s go take a look at it, then,” he says, like that isn’t the most anxiety inducing thing you’ve ever heard. 

“R-Right now?”

“As opposed to?” He opens the door to his office, and the muffled noises in the kitchen become sharp and clear again, like emerging from underwater. “Come on.”

You don’t know how it happens, but Carmy gets into five separate arguments on the way to the walk-in. FIVE. To be fair, two of them are from Richie.

“I’ve been telling you guys to sharpen your knives, don’t fucking treat them like this,” Carmy shouts, trudging over to someone’s station. “You see this? This is exactly what we should not be doing! How many times have I said this today?! Don’t—“

“Stop going into my office when I’m not there,” Carmy hisses at Richie next. “You keep fucking up where the papers are put, and I can’t find anything! It’s enough of a mess as it is! No—I said—cousin, listen to me—“

“Everyone shut the hell up, clean your stations, and get the fuck back to work!” Is the last thing he shouts before slamming the door to the walk-in behind you. He slams it so hard the wire racks rattle. You decide not to comment. 

The difference in sound is eerie. You’re always surprised by how sound proof these walk-in fridges are.

“Is this the prep you did today?” Carmy asks, touching one of the clear plastic bins. Sure enough, it’s the one you placed there a moment ago.

“Yeah, it is.” You chew the inside of your cheek. You were hoping he would be in an okay mood when he checked your work. It seemed like he was at first, but now?

“It's on the wrong shelf.”

“What?” You stare at it sitting on the first shelf, just like he told you to. “You told me to put it on the first shelf.”

“It goes on the second shelf.” He's pissed, and there's ice in your veins. He huffs as he takes the container and moves it one shelf up, slamming it down unnecessarily. “I told you—second shelf.”

“You literally said it went on the first shelf.” The ice has melted, and it's boiling. 

“No, I didn't.” You wanna punch him. Badly. You know what you heard. “And you forgot to label it.”

“Shit.” That, you did forget. You’re not above owning up to your mistakes, unlike him. “I'm sorry, I was—”

“We always need stuff like this to be labeled,” he interrupts, rude and abrupt. You can hear the thinly veiled anger in his voice. “I told you.”

“I know, I just—“

“Don’t make excuses. Just do better.”

“It’s my first fucking day!” You snap, finally, and it’s like a firecracker in the dead of night. “I don’t expect to be coddled, but I’ve only been here for a couple hours, and you’re just—“

“I told you to put a label on it, to put it on the second shelf, and you didn’t do either of those things.” This is a different type of anger. It’s quiet, contained. Dangerous. And with your outburst, it’s trembling at the edges. 

“You literally hired me yesterday!” You’re exasperated. “You looked at my resume for like two seconds before hiring me, and you’re mad that I’m messing up?”

“You had enough credentials on your resume. You told me you could work well under pressure and learn quickly. Is that true or not?”

“It is true! You just have to give me a chance first!”

“I just gave you a chance,” Carmy snaps back, “and you fucked it up.”

“Oh my god. I just—“ You take a step back. “I don’t have to take this shit.”

“Are you quitting already?”

“I wasn’t going to.” You move towards the door. “But maybe I should, before you fire me. Doesn't seem like you want me, anyway.”

You were planning on exiting the walk-in after that, to leave on cue, but the door doesn’t budge. You and Carmy notice it at the same time. 

Suddenly, there is a new problem.

“Fuck,” Carmy curses under his breath. The two of you are pushing against the door, but it won’t budge. He slams his fist on it and calls out. “Guys, the walk-in door is stuck! Can any of you open it from out there?”

“Carmen?” Richie's voice is muffled from the other end. There's the sound of frustrated efforts on the other end. “It's not fuckin’ budging!”

“Fuck,” Carmy repeats, seething, and you agree. “Call Fak!”

“I already did! He’s gonna be here in 20!”

“20 minutes?!” Carmy shouts. You close your eyes and sigh, audibly. “Don't we have a screwdriver in here or something?! Just take the hinges off!”

“Why do you think I called Fak?! Shut the hell up and be patient!”

“Tell him to hurry the fuck up,” Carmy barks, and that's where their conversation ends. 

“Just what I needed right now,” you mutter under your breath. Carmy's not looking at you, eyes boring into the door that's trapping the both of you in here with each other. “To be locked in a room with you.”

It's quiet for a minute before he speaks, cutting the silence open.

“...I do want you, y'know.”

“You—huh?” He said it so quietly you're not sure if it was a hallucination. 

“We need you here.” He's still not looking at you. “This place—it's fucked.  We don't have enough hands.”

“I can tell,” you say, and you mean for it to come out bitter, but it's soft. Naively so. 

“I want you here. I do.” He doesn't need to say it like that. You don't want to believe it, neither his words or the way hearing it makes you feel. “I need you.”

“Can you at least look at me when you say it?” 

You’re not sure why you say it. You instantly recognize it for how needy it sounds, but you don't get the luxury of embarrassment. Carmy's already turning to face you. 

“I want you,” he repeats, voice low. You think about the paint you'd need to mix to match the color of his eyes. Blue, white, and the slightest bit of orange to desaturate it. You're not sure what type of orange, though. “I need you.”

“Fuck,” you mutter, despite yourself, and it's too late.

“Are you gonna do better?” You didn't even register him moving closer to you. When did your back end up against the shelves?

“I’m gonna do better,” you whisper, “if you stop being such an asshole.”

“It won't happen again,” he whispers back, and you recognize it for the lie that it is. 

You don't really care, though. 

His face is so close to yours that you can see the separate specks of colors in his iris. You watch his gaze fall from your eyes to your lips, and it lingers there before rising again. Any shreds of self respect or control you were clinging onto disintegrate. It doesn't matter if he really means what it says. All that matters is getting your mouth on his.  

“Okay,” you say, a whisper of foolish acceptance, and you're kissing him. 

Or is he kissing you? You don't know who leaned forward first. It's not important. 

“I saw you staring at my hands today,” Carmy says against your lips. Spit makes your mouths slide easily against each other. “Yesterday, too.”

“What the—no you didn't,” you gasp, appalled, heat rising in your face, “how did you—?”

“You're right. I didn't,” he admits with a cheeky grin. You’re really gonna punch him now. 

“God, you're just,” you mutter, “you're such an asshole.”

“I know.” At first, you think he's being smug, but there's a surprising sense of remorse under it. You don't have time to think about it, though, not when his hand is cradling your face. There's no way he doesn't feel how hot your face is. 

“What're you…?” His thumb passes over your lower lip, and the words fall away. 

“Tell me you want this.” Your eyes flicker to his hand, then to his face. His other hand is at the top of your jeans, fingers resting on the edge of your waistband. Excited arousal hits your gut, sizzling like browning butter, warm and toasted. His eyes are dark, caramel on the verge of burning. “If you don't, I'll pretend like this never happened. I'll never touch you again.”

I'll never touch you again, he says, like it's not the last thing you'll ever want. 

“I want this,” you murmur. “Touch me. Please.”

“Good,” Carmy praises, one quiet word enough to sear your insides with heat, blue flame on the underside of a pan. “That's what I thought.”

His hands slip behind you to untie your apron. The strings fall to your sides, and you tug it hastily up and over your head. It falls to the floor next to you. Surely that's a gigantic health hazard, but Carmy's the one who throws it there, so you don't say anything. You lower your gaze to his fingers unbuttoning your pants. The sight of it makes you woozy. You take note of his other tattoos, noticing the letters on his fingers. You watch as the stabbed hand made of ink on his right disappears under the cloth of your underwear.

“Oh,” you breathe. You didn't expect his hand to be so warm, even though you had just felt his heated palm gentle on your cheek.

“You're wet.” The tip of his index finger dips into where your hot folds separate. It strokes at the fluid that's pooled at your entrance, coaxing it out. “When did this happen?”

“Fuck you is when,” you bite back, but it's all bark. “I don't know.”

“Sure,” he agrees, but not really. His condescending smile shouldn't be hot, it really shouldn't, but your pussy throbs against his hand, and he smiles knowingly. “All you need is me to talk and you get wet, is that it?”

“I—” His finger rises upward, splitting you open and flicking at your clit. You buck against his hand. “Don't ask me a question and then touch me like that,” you hiss, horribly turned on.

“Mm, sorry.” It's barely an apology. You throw your head back in frustration. “I didn't mean to.”

“I have a hard time believing that,” you pant. He's pushed your slick up your pussy to your clit, two slick fingers sliding back and forth on your stiff nub. The pads of his calloused fingers are rubbing you almost where you're too sensitive. 

“Then don't. I don't care what you think of me.” You think he's about to get his fingers inside of you, and your breath hitches, but he pulls back. You regret the frustrated whine that is just audible enough in the back of your throat. He does it again, just barely pushing the tips of fingers in before pulling away.

“You—why—do you want me to beg or something?” Your clenched hands raise by your sides to grip the collar of his white shirt and yank him forward. The shock that flashes across his face gives you a sick sense of satisfaction.

“It wouldn't hurt,” he mumbles. Seeing him stagger like this, even if briefly, sends a rush through your head.

“Is that what it's gonna take for you to get those fucking fingers inside me?” 

Like a coward, instead of answering, he leans an inch forward and kisses you. Or maybe that was his answer. That's when he sinks two fingers inside you, long and thick, pushing until your wet pussy's pressed tight against his palm. 

You moan, a pathetic thing, and Carmy swallows the sound of it.

“You're already begging,” he says quietly. He pulls his fingers out. You whine in protest, desperate and angry pleas on the tip of your tongue, but then he's pushing inside again.

That's the last moment of reprieve you get. His fingers start thrusting into you faster, dragging out slick each time he pulls them out. Paranoia suddenly screams that you’re gonna wet the front of your pants at this rate. The aching pleasure is louder than your fear, though. You can’t help the way his fingers are making you moan.

“More,” you plead, “give me another, I can take it.” Your hips are thrusting forward to meet his hand when they push inside. Your clit slaps against the heel of his palm, and you chase the friction. He must notice, because when he obliges and stretches you out with a third finger, he grinds the heel of his palm into your clit.

“You have to be quiet,” he says lowly when you keep moaning. “They’re gonna hear you.” 

“I—I’m trying,” you whine. You’re squeezing so tight down on him. You feel so full. “Your fingers—“

“You’re the one who asked for more.” He slaps his other hands firmly over your mouth. It silences your sound of surprise. “You said you could take it, so here’s what’s gonna happen.” His fingers are slamming into your now, and your hole spasms around them in pleasure. “You’re gonna come on my fingers, and you’re gonna be quiet. Understand?”

You know how soundproof the walk-in is. You had just witnessed it moments ago. But Carmy’s warnings do something fierce to you, bypassing logic straight into anxious, desperate arousal. He’s right, you think. You need to be quiet. You nod quickly in response, so he takes your consent and sprints with it.

To your credit, you try to be quiet. You said you would. But there’s only so much you can do when he’s fingering you so hard your legs are shaking. You’re whimpering into his hand, the sounds muffled.  Your own moans, his heavy breathing, and the slick sound of your pussy getting railed by his fingers—that’s what you listen to as you come.

“Fuck, you’re squeezing down tight,” Carmy hisses, and for an irrational second  you’re afraid you’re hurting him, but one look at his starved expression changes your mind. His three wide fingers are fucking you slowly through your wildly contracting orgasm. In one of his palms, you're oozing slick, and in his other palm, you're smearing with spit.

You should be thinking about how bad of an idea this all is, having sex with your boss. It’s too bad your orgasm is so potent you can’t think at all.

You lean your head back against the cold metal railings of the wire racks behind you. It’s uncomfortable, but a part of it feels good against the coiling heat that’s unraveling in your stomach. The air around you is cold, but you’re hot, far too hot. You don’t remember the last time you’ve finished this hard.

He finally pries his hand off your mouth once you've stopped clamping down on his fingers. His hand lingers at your face before wiping it on the side of his jeans. His expression has this unreadable, unnamed intensity to it, and you can't tell where that ends and where the hunger starts. Although he is looking very, very starved.

His hand that's tucked into your underwear tugs it upward as it leaves, pulling the fabric taut against your pussy. It sticks like paper mache with the glue of your orgasm, molded to your shape. You make an aroused noise that's a mixture of surprise and annoyance.

You're about to complain, something along the lines of “was that really necessary”, but then your eyes are zeroed in on the sheen of his fingers that were fucking you.

“Don't,” you start, suddenly worried he's going to wipe them on his jeans again, but you don't get to finish. He's pushing his index finger into your mouth, and you taste yourself on his skin.

“Good,” Carmy whispers when he feels your tongue wrapping around him. Fuck, hearing him say it like that does awful things to you.

You don't know why you accept it without a fight, but if you're being honest with yourself, this is exactly what you wanted. You start to suck, but he doesn't linger. When he pulls his finger out, your parted lips expect the other two, but he sucks them into his mouth instead. 

God. What do you even say to that? He even has the nerve to look you in the eyes as he pops his cleaned fingers out of his mouth. 

“Let me touch you,” you decide to say instead, because if you think about him and his fingers in—anyway. 

“It's fine. I don't need it.” He's oddly cagey all of a sudden. 

“Let me return the favor, please,” you insist, even adding in some good manners. It seems to still him for a moment, giving you enough time to lift his apron.

Fuck, you think to yourself, the word resounding like an alarm inside your head. His jeans are tented so tightly it looks painful. All this from touching me, you realize. You can see the shape of his bulge under the denim. The silhouette is vague, but...

It's big.

“Carmy? You still in there?”

A voice you don't recognize calls out beyond the door. As soon as you both hear it, Carmy jerks away. You mourn the loss only for a moment before you remember yourself. You're scrambling to get your pants buttoned and your apron over your head. 

“Yeah, I'm still in here,” Carmy shouts back, instantaneously irritable. His back is turned to you, and you want to feel those muscles tensing under your palm. “About fuckin’ time!”

“You're welcome, by the way! I could've left you in here to freeze and die a tragic death!”

“It's not just me in here, Fak.” A beat of silence. “Are you opening it?”

“Am I fucking—Jesus Christ, Carmen, just give me a second! I'm working my magic!”

That shuts Carmy up. Almost. He sighs before turning to look at you. 

“Sorry for getting us stuck in here.” The apology is equally as surprising as the softness of which he speaks. “Shitty first day, huh?”

“It's cool. It's not your fault.” Other than all the shit that was completely your fault, you think, remembering the way you were shouting at each other just a moment ago. “Kinda shitty though, yeah.”

“Yeah.” He sighs again. “If you wanna leave, I don't blame you.”

“I thought I wasn't getting fired.”

“You're not,” he says quickly. “But I'm—this place is a shitshow.” You're not sure which he really means to say, but you hear both. The restaurant, and him especially, are both complete messes. That much was obvious from the beginning. “So if you wanna take off, just…” He shrugs. “Just go.”

Maybe that'd be for the best, if you left. As far as first days go, you've already broken every rule in the book. You messed up your first task, got into an argument with your boss, and then had sex with him. Nothing about this place is particularly inviting, either. This restaurant wears its dysfunction on its sleeve, unabashed in all the ways it lacks. You had left the kitchen with ringing ears from all the noise and a cut on your hand you didn't even notice. 

But here you are. You're not running. Maybe it's because of the fact that you need to pay rent. Maybe it's knowing that just one more pair of hands here could really make a difference. Maybe you're just desperate to keep food on the table. Maybe it's Carmen Berzatto, beautiful, haunted, and angry. Maybe it's all of that, a combined whole that's become greater than the sum of its parts.

Or maybe it's just that now that you've kissed him, had a taste of him, you refuse to let go. Maybe the reason is as shallow as that. 

Carmy's been waiting for you to speak, tired eyes searching your own. You're still not sure what exact colors you need to perfectly recreate the blue you're staring at. 

“Almost done!” Fak shouts. “Just one more hinge!”

“Heard,” Carmy shouts back. He hasn't taken his eyes off you. “So? What's it gonna be? Are you staying or not?”

Blood orange, you think all of a sudden. That's the orange you would need to make the perfect blue to match his eyes. Just a little bit—that's all you would need.

“I'm staying,” you tell him. “I need to pay rent, after all.”

Yeah. That's the reasoning you're settling on. Rent.

“Right. Of course.” There's a glimpse of that gentle smile you've seen flashes of today. It fades away as quickly as it came. “After this, I'm gonna have you learn how to check produce next.”

“Okay, sounds good,” you say as naturally as you can, given the tonal whiplash.

“There should be some that's about to get washed. I'll show you where that is.” The door's shifting. “But before that…” He lowers his voice, leans in close. Is he about to kiss you?

“W-What?”

“Get a new apron from my office. That one's dirty.” Beams of light stream through the entrance of the walk-in, forced wide open. “You need to keep your apron clean, chef.”

YOU WERE THE ONE WHO THREW IT ON THE GROUND, you want to scream. Just when you thought he started being nice, he does something that makes you want to grab him by the collar and shake him.

But you can't. The walk-in's open again, and you see your coworkers crowded by the door. 

“Yes, chef,” you reply, and the words taste bitter on your tongue.

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Protecting kids is keeping them away as long as possible from the Internet and surpervising them when they use it.

Parents can't always be there for kids, sure, but there is easy way to guide your kid through the Internet. TV channel dedicated for kids have often special site in which they can play games, so it's very easy for parents to be there and help them log in. If kids wants to have a fanart of Mickey to color, have their parents search for it. There is a special filter on google and other navigator to turn off sensitive content.

I know people are saying that fandom should be kid friendly but what fandom exactly ? If the media is let's say, Peppa pig, I agree but fandom being on social media which aren't adviced for kids under the age of 13, it make the discussion irrelvant since those kid are in a range where Internet and screen should be limited making the whole argument debunked. If it's Final Fantasy, then the younger kids are like 16 since those games are rater around that age which means it's a mature audience that SHOULD be capable of handling their fandom experience to avoid what bothers them since they are considered mature enough to handle the dark content of the game. Now if let's say, a Fire Emblem game, then it falls within the age range were the youngest are 12 year old which is also the age most social media deemed youngester to be capable of logging in. But even THEN, parents can still control their online experience. There is a parental control feature that allows to limit the time your kid can spend on their screen, on specific app and even to BLOCK some of those so that they don't download them. However, even if a 12 year old doesn't have a full maturity level, they are deemed mature enough to be able to deal with social media and to have the moral compass necessary to understand the theme that a FE game are treating, like a 16 year old is mature enough to handle those that FF are treating. This means that the content is expecting the parent to have tough their kids enough about the right and wrong irl such as "killing and war is bad irl" meaning that the 12 year old is aware that what the game is depicting is bad but since it's a work of fiction, he knows that no person is really harmed.

Therefore, by this logic, the person that are the youngest in the fandom are expected to have enough moral experience to be able to distinguish the right from wrong and to be able to know themselves what is of their age and what isn't. Which means that if a 12 year old read a work that is R18, they are concious of what they are doing. Now you might be saying that there are people who are way below 12 that might download social media and log in by pretending to be older : who bought them the phone ? who let them download the app ? Who accepted to let them unsupervised on the internet despite it being a place where they can encounter all sorts of people ?

Content are made for a specific demographic and is expecting its public to fit a certain profile. That's why age rating and content warning are a thing. That's why the parent have to be careful with the age rating, the summary, what Genette call the Seuil of a media. What you teach your kid however should stay about real life. Fiction in itself can't have a 1:1 application of our morality due to it's ficitious nature. And it's not even made to be. Even irl, a lot fo situation ask us to use our judgment because of so many things, nuance, context. That's why it's so hard to establish a universal moral and that most moral principles are made to be applyable to a great scale and not in a "one case situation".

If you want to help kids, be rational. What is more dangerous ? A picture of a witch or someone on the internet brainwashing your kid in making them believe that even something that is 100% fake should respect rules that are made for the safety of a sentient sensible sensitive living being ? The picture of the witch can scare the kid, but the latter is more dangerous as it falls into the category of individual who are incapable of putting thingd into perspective. That the "problematic content" is lock on a private account isn't enough for them, it's also not enough for them that it's made so that only 18 year old and informed public/desensitized public can acces it, even tough their fear of "normalizing" is now unfounded with such a behaviour if the said content they fear isn't made public, but that only a restraint public can access it !!

I also think it's ridiculous that the group claiming to protect kids is actively harrassing and policing around works that are CLEARLY not made for them rather then the ACTUAL problem, aka those influencer making stupid challenges for the sake of followers and bamboozling naive preteens into imitating them for the sake of popularity. Especially when said groups are often people who have no knowledge of 1) the basics of morality 2) that it's a concept varying from cultures 3)that throw so often big words for fictional content it twist their meaning

Words are tool, they can't be used recklessely. Throwing a word without knowing all the deep meaning behind it is like using a hammer on a screw rather then on a nail, which is EVEN more dangerous for kids since it's going to twist their morals into them being unable to distingushing right from wrong, nor use their judgement to analyze which situation is fine and which is not, turning them into extremist of morality even though they wouldn't understand the how and the why

Oh and just in case, I AM TALKING ABOUT REAL LIFE HERE NOT FICTION IF IT' S FICTION WHO CARES

People really be thinking that if someone write weird stuff that makes them a bad person just because they think of it when half of the time, you had the virtue signaling people turned out to be harmful to kids ? I'd rather stay around a cringey 12 year old writing edgy incest fanfic then the people ready to shame this kids for doing that

because think of the children has become quite the useful rallying cry in order to push through any manner of agenda, as it relies on the gut instinct of preservation of the species and the moral understanding that we need to teach children the right lessons. both things that arent inherently wrong from a biological of philosophical perspective, but also have no real defined prerogatives or objective markers of success that can be universally applied. whats good for the children in one persons perspective is bad for them in another persons perspective.

in short its vague enough to cover just about anything that you can rally a larger number of people behind you then just saying 'i hate smut' or 'i hate minorities' would otherwise. so long as no one questions what protecting the children actually means in this case.

[iamnightduchess]

Hi! I just saw the argument/make-up hc! So beautiful I love those two!! Since you did one for the modern AU could we potentially get an argument/make-up one for the AYA universe pls!!!

Hello dear! Thank you very much for the Ask. I'm glad you love the previous argument/make-up headcanon. Since this is a fic AU, do expect some fic!spoilers ahead!

Reiner x Mikasa (ReiKasa) Fic AU (R18+) Headcanon #14

Universe: As You Are

Fights & Arguments

With all the uncertainties & adjustments required of the newlyweds, arguments are to be expected without a doubt. Their challenges extend beyond their shared history as former enemies and political importance.

As seen in ch.12, Reiner is easily triggered or riled up by very specific sensitive subjects. He'll be very vocal, honest and upfront about it but he will also apologize if he steps out of line. He immediately realizes that & Mikasa has been observed to be able to divert his potential anger.

Alter!Reiner, however, oh boy, that is a very tricky situation for Mikasa. There's a whole new set of challenges lies in waiting up ahead down the road. If Reiner would be very open & honest, alter!Reiner is the more silent, passive agressive type. He's like still waters with darkness and danger lurking beneath the surface. While alter!Reiner takes over her lord husband's body, Mikasa would have to tread their communication carefully. She'll be in the constant dark - not knowing to expect when or how he would pull her further into his depths and drown her metaphorically.

Reiner is always a person who is very objective and logical. Sure, he can be a little bit manipulative when it comes to protecting his loved ones, however, when it comes to Mikasa, Reiner is slowly opening himself up by being honest & sincere with his wife.

In this universe, Reiner talks to her, heart to heart to ensure that both him and Mikasa are always on the same page. He understands that they are both shouldering huge responsibilities on their shoulders & they're a team.

Once in Liberio, it will be quite rare for them to have big arguments especially when they have to put up a united front. If they do, they'll do it in private. They would usually be able to meet each other halfway towards the end of their discussion. He might be the Lord of their nation but his Lady has equal rights to decide for their people's importance too.

Reiner, however, has his own weaknesses: self-depreciation & self-sabotaging tendencies. This will frustrates Mikasa a lot but it is their shared growth pains in their relationship.

However, any progress in their marriage will have to face a sudden concrete wall whenever Reiner's extreme self-depreciation tendencies get triggered and his alter holds the reign to his psyche. This alter avoids her like the plague, refuses to communicate & is absolutely making it difficult for their marriage to work smoothly. Mikasa would find herself being in a state of mental purgatory, which would be really ugly but this woman is also not one to be taken lightly. She will sooner learn how to breath under his deep, dark waters.

Mikasa is a physically strong woman but she is also the most vulnerable one emotionally, especially after the traumatic incident with Eren at Niccolo's eatery. But she has made a silent promise on her mother's name that she would not give up on her husband, no matter how hard he pushes her away.

Reiner will find himself growing more passionate towards his wife BUT he also feels he does not deserve to be jealous when he sees other men (especially those with political importance) trying to be extra friendly with his wife in order to win her favor as the East Sea's lady of authority. More often, he would repress his jealousy.

Alter!Reiner, however has a different idea when it comes to unearthing those repressed feelings. What Reiner could not convey, he will express it & that will manifest with the way he acts out on his grievances. (This will be explored further in another R20 post if you know what I mean 😳)

Mikasa would always be the calm one but alter!Reiner will force her to fight his fire with her fire. A litle bit of burning flames is healthy in a union between man and wife. But what happens when it gets a little bit too much?

Mikasa will go through her own mental gymnastics when it comes to accepting Reiner's duality. She will feel that she's married to two different men who share the same body. One who can't get enough of her and one who can't even stand her. She will have to find the point of balance between Reiner's personas.

Making Up

Reiner and Mikasa would discover that hugging things out before potential arguments take place is a good crisis aversion strategy. But, when it comes to these two, they tend to have that inexplicable spark whenever they touch. Therefore, very often their making up turns into making out (sometimes heavy petting and a quickie) *cough* They're married! 🤷‍♀️

Reiner also leaves peace offerings like a single violet or a bouquet of wildflowers on her nightstand after they argued or take her out on a night walk in Liberio's streets or just stargazing on the rooftop of his mother's house.

Alter!Reiner has a little bit of ego and resistance, so they tend to have an awkward conversation after the fallout of a fight. Yes, when Reiner and Mikasa debate to settle their differences, alter!Reiner tends to rile Mikasa up into a more physical altercation in private. No one will get hurt physically as Mikasa will always hold her own immense strength back with him, but it is not pleasant. Their relationship will evolve into another level, however, when a third person is trying to get in between them. Alter!Reiner would unleash the more possessive and territorial side of him. Things will change (for better or worst is yet to be known) as he learns that there's a really fine thin line that stands between lust and hate: love. He will discover that he has finally find his match in this woman - physically, mentally and sexually. Alter!Reiner's version of peace offering will be using Falco & Gabi as messengers because yeaps, his ego, heh.

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Tame The Beast

A commission for @broheda who wanted Wraith and a trans male reader with reader acting as a huuuuge brat in the ring just to make Wraith fuck them up later. Definitely check the warnings on this one, everyone, and tysvm for the commission! I had such a blast being able to write her!!!

Summary:  In which reader decides they want their girlfriend to be a bit rougher to them. Deciding the best way to go about it is to be a brat in the ring. Patience is always Wraith's strong suit, but it quickly crumbles. Quicker than you expect when you wind up in a locker room with her kunai to your throat and pretty words promising punishment in your ear. Oops!

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Fandom: Apex Legends

Relationship: Wraith/Reader

Warnings: NSFT/R18+, Reader is a trans dude who has top surgery (Scars mentioned) but no bottom, however parts are referred to as cock/dick/hole, Wraith has various body mods which are mentioned, knife play, cutting off clothes, big insertions, Wraith’s infamous werewolf dildo makes a return, breeding kink mentioned, pet names such as ‘little boy, baby boy, pup, etc’ are used as well, mild derogatory language of ‘pathetic’,

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Coming into a relationship with one of the most mysterious legends hadn’t been easy.  

Wraith had this way about her of avoiding things and people. There had only been three people you’d seen her interact with once you were recruited to be in the games; Natalie, who always had a way of bringing a smile to her face and laughter from her lips, something that had struck you first about Wraith when seeing her in person. Elliott, who seemed to bring out a more playful side of her, one that involved playful growling and shoving each other. And Pathfinder, who brought out something soft from her, something more open to be herself.  

You’d watched, feeling a little creepy for it, as you tried to figure out the best approach.  

~Rest under the cut~

You wanted to try and be friendly with your teammates all alike, though it seemed some were more willing to be friendly and some would rather hide. Elliott was friendly enough to you, a little competitive, but more on the playful side. Natalie had welcomed you in with open arms, especially when you’d snorted at one of her puns and she’d lit right up and immediately started to try to get you to laugh again.  

Whilst legends like Alexander and Crypto had taken more to themselves than trying to mingle.  

What you hadn’t known, in the beginning, is that you were the one being watched right back. By a pair of hauntingly white eyes in the doorway as you chatted amongst Wraith’s friends and slowly befriended them. Working your way up in her mind as someone trustworthy.  

Once you’d finally been able to be in the same room with Wraith alone, you’d smiled brightly and offered your hand to introduce yourself. When she’d narrowed her eyes and told you she already knew who you were, you laughed, “Yeah, but we haven’t officially met! So, what’s your name?” All smiles and brightness around you that melted her resolve just a bit. Just a small amount enough for one corner of her lips to flicker into a smirk and for her hand to outstretch and grab yours.  

“Wraith.”  

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Wraith!”  

It seemed she was drawn to people like you. She surrounded herself with bubbly people, people who she considered her family. You proved yourself in the arena as a worthy legend as well, without ever sacrificing your smile for it. Wraith had told herself that it was just that you were kind and friendly that she got these feelings in her chest. But it was hard to deny it when three different visions flashed behind her eyes of various different lives.  

Where you were there, pressing kisses to her face, or holding her hand, or tucked against her in some fashion.  

In various lives, you were her romantic path. In some, you were just a close friend, in most you were the one she ended up falling in love with. Whatever path this life was on, she wasn’t sure at first, but she did know that regardless you were to end up apart of her life in some way. And...in a way, that was a comfort for the emotions she was feeling. To know that at some point, they  would  have finality.  

It takes a few months, but before you know it, you’re managing to get out the words of asking Wraith out on a date. When she agrees, you think you might die from joy and shock from how quick she’d been to take you up on it. Your first date consists of you two sitting in your apartment in the compound and having take-out and watching movies together. Ending with her head on your shoulder, fingers laced with yours, and your head on top of hers whilst you fell asleep with her sitting up surrounded by snacks.  

You wouldn’t have asked for it any other way.  

Nowadays you two were known as a couple amongst the legends, but not to the public eye. Wraith preferred things quiet, and that hadn’t been an issue for you. Though, it did lead to funny headlines on news websites if you two were on opposite teams. Wraith had a habit of wanting to track you down, and you always put up a good fight. It resulted in a more...personal kill than just a well-aimed sniper shot.  

The paparazzi chalked it up to underlying sexual tension.  

And really could you blame them when most of the time, those moments meant you were on your back squirming. Your girlfriend straddling your hips and pinning your hands to the ground with her knees so you couldn’t even get leverage. Her kunai, glowing and dangerous in her grasp as she leaned in close to murmur to you so comms couldn’t pick it up, “I’m starting to think you like being humiliated, baby boy.” In that playful, haunting three toned voice of hers before you felt the sharp pain in your neck and you’d wake up in the medical bay with pleasant shivers down your spine and in desperate need of a cold shower.  

Yeah maybe you got off to her being a bit cruel.  

It wasn’t news to you that Wraith had a small mean streak. Though, normally, she was more interested in tucking herself onto your lap or rolling her eyes at you when you said jokes. She was a much softer lover than one would expect, preferring the small dates, sleeping together, and sharing laughter with you.  

You liked it, truly you did. Even in the bedroom she preferred it softer.   

Wraith had explained to you before, with her fingers laced with yours and trying to open up more, that you made her feel safe. Safe enough to be able to sleep because there was no danger to worry about. Safe enough to open up and laugh, to make jokes with you.   

She often spent more time at your own room at the compound. You didn’t mind in the slightest, going so far as to gather more pillows and blankets for your bed to build her a nest like she liked. Trying to make your home as homey to her as you could.  

You liked to take care of her, in a way. You liked that she felt safe to be with you, to let you take care of her like this. It took forever for her to even allow you to cook something for her without her feeling guilt.  

Soft and domestic is how you both liked it.  

Though, sometimes...  

Sometimes she got this air about her. You blame yourself for it, really. Sometimes you felt the desire to be bratty. And in turn, Wraith found that to be a challenge of some sort and she’d become less soft and more threatening to tie you down. It was, in its own right, extraordinarily hot.  

It was a huge turn on to watch her threaten you where she’d yank your shirt so you’d be at her level and snarl in your face. Or if she’d pull your hair and tell you to behave. Or even the quieter ways where she’d gesture for you to get on your knees so you could beg for forgiveness.  

So, what was her partner to do?  

Why, tease and taunt that little side of her until she’d give in to those feelings and ‘unleash the beast’ on you, of course!  

It was good for her stress relief too; She’d told you one time in an admission that made her cheeks pink. She liked being able to control you, to take the reins so to speak, because sometimes she didn’t want to think about what was too much or too harsh.   

Wraith liked that you’d take whatever she offered with a cry of ‘yes please’ and ‘thank you’s and sometimes that’s something she needed. Not having to worry about if she was being too rough, or having to ask if it’s something you wanted. There were those special little words and hand motions if it was something you weren’t into. But you so rarely had to use them.  

Even when she would cut your clothing off and threaten you beautifully, a blade freshly sharpened pressed to your soft spots and yet never cutting.  

The memories bubble away as you come back to the present where you are on the dropship as you zone in on watching Wraith play with her kunai. Tossing it up into her hand a few times and catching it with terrific precision. Then, moving to inspecting it up close, sliding her finger across a flat edge with her glove where there must have been a speck of dust across its clean surface.  

She’s your duo partner today. One on one, together. You try not to let the idea excite you, trying to focus more on the idea of being champion, of earning that title, the glory, and the little extra pay that came with it. You try to focus on anything else, but your eyes are locked onto her from across the dropship. Wraith must feel you too, because she’s shifting and adjusting herself ever so slightly. Looking up at you with a slight cock to her head as she twirls the blade between her grasp with ease and sheathes it at her thigh.  

Your breath hitches.  

You know Wraith can see the way you swallow from the way her lips quirk into that certain crooked smirk. Her eyes slide to the opening hatch door instead of you; Her quiet way of telling you she knew what she was doing but wouldn’t do anything about it. You lick your dry lips, huffing to yourself and irritated that such a minor thing could already have you squirming in your seat.   

Come on, you have to focus. You had a match to win.  

But...then again, you think to yourself as Wraith leads the drop...  

She did start it.  

You tell yourself it’s only a taunt, that she’s baiting you into something. However, you can’t help the feeling twisting in your stomach that has the need to try to make her mean something. To make Wraith hold that pretty blade to your throat even if you two are on the same side this time. To put her money where her mouth is.  

The round is in King’s Canyon. The sun always beats down blazingly hot, especially on the black clothing you wear into the ring.  

You make sure to whine about it especially loud when Wraith tells you to be quiet in a hushed voice. It sends her looking your way with a daring gleam in her eyes, but she doesn’t comment on your whining. Not yet.  

Patience has always been her strong suit. Always patient with you.  

But, your goal for today was to break it.  

As the round continues on, you start misbehaving in small ways. If Wraith pings one location, you ping another- even if it is close by. If she says she’s looting one area and wants you to follow for backup, you offer that you’ll be close by. Then when you scoop up a hop up you know she needs right in front of her eyes; She looks at you with a furrow to her brow and a huff of irritation.  

“Give it to me.”  

“Make me.” You tease right back, a smile hitting your face when you see the flash in her eyes.  

Wraith knew better than to get involved- especially in front of the cameras. But you can see the gears working as she processes how she’s going to get it from you. Though, in the end, you hand it over to her after teasingly holding it high above her head. You’re pretty sure she’s going to jab you in the rib cage, so you hand it over quickly as to save yourself from a pre-battle bruise.  

However, the seeds were sown. Wraith knew what you were trying to do, and it was slowly working.  

When you two run into another team, you wind up knocked while she wipes the duo. You get the pleasure of watching her aim down her flatline at Octane, plowing bullets into him despite his quick feet. You also get the added pleasure of watching her turn back towards you- you fully take that moment to admire her ass in her tight gear- as she huffs , ”Squad  wiped.” With that little cocky, yet annoyed tone she gets whenever you got knocked on your ass.  

The syringe is shoved in gently, despite knowing Wraith could have just jammed it into you. She cradles your head in one hand, the other pumping you full before throwing it to the side and yanking you to your feet. There’s a brief moment you wonder if her resolve is even shaken from earlier. But when you feel her hand drop to your nape and squeeze dangerously, you realize that this nice face she’s got going on is for the cameras.  

“You’re not out of the fight yet.” Is what comes out of her mouth. Solid and encouraging, a fan favorite for the cameras.  

Wraith’s eyes say an entirely different story. A flash warning, quiet, unnoticed by cameras but noticed by you. You, who is in tune with her body language and her habits. Noting just how slightly her eyes narrow, the slightest movement a threat for you to stop doing what you’re doing. Just listen to her.  

Your eyes narrow ever so slightly back, working on healing yourself up and letting her loot.  

You know, that she knows, that you’re quietly telling her:  

You started it.  

It’s enough quiet back talk to solidify what you wanted. Especially when she’s telling you to pick up your feet in a colder sounding tone. You know you’ve broken past Wraith’s patience for your antics.  

You don’t know whether to be excited or scared.  

--  

You two end up being champion. Wraith with eight kills under her belt, kill leader through and through. You with four and a heavy amount of damage under your own. Honestly, you think you would have preferred to place second or third. Because after riling her up and the high that came with the title champion, you can’t help but feel the tension growing even stronger.  

The dropship is near silent on your way back. You feel your breath quickening whenever your eyes lift from your boots, glancing up to see her watching you intently out of the corner of her eye. You don’t have to ask, you don’t have to speak, you know you’re in for it.  

The interviewers are always hungry for something, and Wraith is always adamant about avoiding them. When the dropship touches ground, there’s excuses from you saying that you two are tired, that they can get in touch with your guys’ higher ups for interviews. Waving your hands about to try and shoo them away as you feel Wraith’s cold fingers hitch under your shirt and tug you away with her away from the flashing cameras and persistent questions.  

When you two make it to the locker rooms to start changing gear, you’re thrust against the wall by her. Despite Wraith’s small frame, she’s always been strong. Proven when you go ’oomph!’ when you hit the wall. Her body is quick to press against yours, the feeling of her kunai against your throat making you freeze.  

You swallow thickly.  

Wraith’s eyes are bright white, her mouth set into a line and her brow furrowed. You whimper in turn, hating that you’re already soaking into your fucking pants. Your breath hitches when the blade is pressed closer to your flesh, “W-Wraith-” You whimper quietly as you squirm against the wall.  

“I don’t know what you thought you were doing back there, pup.” Her voice is ice cold, chilling in its own right. The nickname only serves to make you flush all over, toes curling in your boots and your voice unable to be found. She must notice, because she’s pushing herself between your legs, her petite frame keeping you firm against the wall. Asserting dominance without needing to tell you who’s in charge.  

“Is this what you wanted? I should have made an example of you in the arena. It’s probably what you really wanted. To be watched by everyone- to let everyone know who you belong to.” Her voice is a low snarl at the idea, whispered and hushed. If she were taller, maybe she’d be growling in your ear, but instead she’s pointed more towards your chin.  

The thought of her height would normally make you smile, but all you can do is whine for her instead when you feel her blade pull from your throat as she steps back.  

“We’re going to your room.” Wraith practically growls out, leaving no room for argument.  

“Y-yes, ma’am.”  

--  

You do manage to change into civilian clothing before you two make it back to your room. All the while you do so, you feel like you’re being watched, despite being alone in the locker room. When you emerge, Wraith’s pace is brisk, leading the way all the way to your room. Each step of hers sounding louder than ever in the hall, despite you knowing it’s only your adrenaline and the anticipation causing that.  

You hardly make it through the door before Wraith’s on you. You’re slammed into the door, the vague sound of the lock clicking behind you making your ears perk. You’re quickly more interested in Wraith when you hear the unsheathing of a blade and the kunai at your throat again.  

“You’re going to do exactly as I say and I don’t want to hear any back talk unless you want to bleed. Am I understood?” Wraith’s voice is icy, her eyes milky white and glancing over your face; Waiting for a sign that you didn’t want this. Instead, you swallow thickly, nodding as best as you could with a blade to your throat. Only to end up squeaking when she presses harder. “Use your words, pup. I’m not playing your games tonight.”  

“Yes! Y-yes, I understand, ma’am!” You manage to choke out, feeling the smallest of cuts left on your neck when she pulls back. You know it’s not an accident, she never lets anything hurt you without it serving a purpose.  

Your shirt is yanked, dragging you to the bed and shoving you down. You hardly have enough time to kick off your shoes before she’s back on you. Your legs are shoved apart, making room for her. You feel a tug at the bottom of your shirt and a clean ripping sound when you realize right after that your shirt has been sliced open from the bottom of your belly all the way to the collar.  

There’s only a moment where you see her pause, her hand resting on your chest briefly. She must have thought she nicked you, her thumb caressing one of your scars under your chest. You reach up gently to rest your hand on her wrist, just the quietest way of telling her you weren’t hurt. It was just a moment, just a split second, all the quiet way of saying ‘I’m okay’ to relax her.  

No one would be able to see Wraith’s eyes flick up to yours in just that moment, searching briefly for any possible lie. It was so quick, quiet.  

Just as she was.  

“Don’t touch without permission.” She huffs, falling right back into play. Your hand falls next to you, left with your shirt torn open and split down the center to reveal your body. The fabric rests on either side of you, acting more like a left open jacket now. You feel the coldness of the air brush over your body, making your hair stand on end and nipples tighten with it.  

You open your mouth to sass, but immediately shut when the point of her blade presses to your belly. Stroking downwards in one slow, clean line that makes you tremble in anticipation for a cut that never comes. “Don’t move.” She reminds you in a low voice, only serving to make you whimper when you feel the blade tuck into your sweatpants.  

The first tug is sharp, cutting the threads with ease, splitting from the top of your waistband to the junction of your thigh.   

Wraith’s blade is set to the side, both her hands grabbing each split open end of your pants and yanking roughly. It causes the split open seam to rip all the way down your leg, following the motion of her arms to be yanked off your body. Leaving you in your gray briefs, that unfortunately, show how soaked you are in the front with the wet spot spreading. You can feel yourself too. Slick, your cock hard and engorged underneath- it had been  killer  in the ring with it grinding along the seam of your pants and now you just looked downright needy.  

“Aw, look at how pathetic you look.” The word is strained to make sure you hear it, burning your ears and making you whine in response. Wraith’s testing your limitations, watching for your reaction, but all you do is lift your hips up to display just how needy you are for her.   

“Please-” You try to get out as her cold fingers trace up your briefs, pressing the fabric down with her thumb where your lower lips were. Her thumb nudges underneath your cock, feeling the swell of it and how you twitch at the slightest of touches. Your flutter your eyes shut at her smug expression, tossing your head to the side and crying out when her hand goes flat against you, rubbing with firm pressure.  

You’re sensitive, a moan blossoming from your throat as your hips shamelessly hump up into her palm. You don’t have to see her to know she’s still got that smug expression on her face, but you can definitely hear it in her voice. “Poor little thing. Such a brat in the ring just for me to touch you? You like being treated like my toy, don’t you?”  

You try to nod, but your eyes snap open when her hand moves away from you. You whine at first, only to quickly shut up when you see her blade again. It’s twirled expertly between her fingers, her head cocked and letting a few loose strands from her bun curl around her face. She looked beautifully deadly.  

“Don’t move.” She reminds you, tugging your briefs just enough to give enough room for the tip of her blade to pierce the fabric deathly near your crotch. Tears fill your eyes as your body trembles, trying so hard not to move when she pulls up and in one clean slice and loud tear, your briefs are split from the bottom of your crotch, up to the waistband. Easily discarded with a tug of her blade.  

You’re exposed. Clearly hard, your little cock peeking from your lower lips and glistening from slick. One pull of your mound with the palm of Wraith’s hand exposes your cock to its full potential. Flushed red, glistening and twitching. You can see her debate what she wants to do, licking her lips with a hum. You pray she’ll suck you off, desperately rolling your hips to look more appealing as her prey.  

Instead, she climbs atop you. She’s still fully clothed, dressed in a tight tanktop that’s pulled up now to show her abdomen and the piercing in her navel. Tight black leggings to match and a loose unzipped purple hoodie drooping off her shoulders. One tug of her hand and she’s pulling her hair out of its confinements, shaking it free as a sigh leaves her lips.  

You ache to touch her, and she allows you to, but not in the way you desperately want to. She takes your hands and guides them to her hips as she settles her weight in your lap. Your cock presses up against the swell of her ass against the fabric and you sob out her name pathetically in reply again. “Wraith, please! M-ma'am, please-”  

“Well? Be a good little pup then and hump me.” Wraith speaks coolly, resting one hand on your chest to keep her balance. You sob out again, tightening your fingers on her hips as a blush spreads across your face in embarrassment. “What? Don’t you want to cum?” It’s said almost like a growl, only sending chills through your body pleasantly. Even more so when her blade comes right up to your throat again and demands your attention.  

You flutter your eyes open again, breath quickening and meeting her eyes. There’s a dangerous look to them as she presses again, her voice lower. “Or would you prefer I punish you properly? Toss you out in the hall just like this and let anyone have you?” It’s a trick question. Despite your nails digging into her at the idea of just being used, watched by her, you know the answer she’s looking for.  

“N-no!  No  I belong to you, ma’am- just you-- thank you. Thank you for le-letting me cum-” You plead out, immediately taking her up on her offer as you part your legs a bit, planting your feet on the bed to get better leverage and tugging her hips.  

You start humping, at first a little shyly as you learn the motion of your hips. But when the pleasure starts to settle in, you abandon any notion that this is embarrassing. The blade is pulled from your throat at some point, you can feel sweat stinging where there must have been a small cut, but it hardly deters you.  

You’re sure you’re bruising her hips at this rate, humping frantically up against her ass as your cock grinds against the swell of her flesh and the slick fabric.  

Both Wraith’s hands rest on your chest, her thumbs taking the time to work your nipples over, or gently tugging and plucking one. When you cry out and clutch her hips tighter, holding her still to fuck up against her desperately, she takes that time to be cruel. Her thumb and forefinger pinching each nipple hard, pulling lightly and making a wavering sob escape your lips.  

Her cruelty ends up making you cum. You’re desperate, clawing at her hips as your own hump up against her like a dog in heat, grinding your cock harder against her as you feel contractions and waves take over your body.   

You’re a moaning, quivering mess. Something that must be too loud for her because two fingers are pressed into your parted lips. You waste no time in sucking, whimpering as she presses down on your tongue and presses her fingers in deeper to the knuckle.  

Your eyes slide open half lidded to look at her, your eyes glassy and full of tears. Wraith’s grinding her hips down against you, subtly in slow circles, her head tilted to the side and her hair following the motion beautifully. Her fingers slide across your tongue, finger fucking your mouth casually as she murmurs, “Do you want to be a good boy now?”  

It’s an opportunity. Do you want her to stay cruel and hurt you, or do you want to be obedient and get her softness?   

You nod, making a soft moan of a ‘mhmm’ that makes her shoulders relax. “Good.” She speaks quietly, sliding her fingers out of your mouth and shifting off your body. Fitting between your legs, gently pushing your thighs apart to sink her fingers into you.  

She pulls three more orgasms from you like that alone. Taking her time stretching you out all the way to four fingers. Your last orgasm is with four fingers spread inside of you, her rosy flushed lips wrapped around your cock with your fingers in her hair and your oversensitive body trembling harshly. She’s so cruel yet so kind to you, her pierced tongue sliding up along your cock with each gentle suckle, dipping down to lick up your mess when you’re cumming.  

Her pleased moans at your taste only make you fall deeper into an obedient state of mind.  

You’re so out of it, only briefly whining when Wraith moves off the bed. You only come back to the present when you hear the telltale shifting across the room and the buckles of a strap on.  

 You turn your head to the side to watch her, noting she’s pulled off near all of her clothing finally. Left in her black sports bra, but now you can see all her body mods. To the tattoos going up each thigh in beautiful, shadow-y forms with flowers etched into the black ink. The piercings littering her body, over her ears, her bridge piercing, her nose. The dermals in her collarbones and her navel piercing.   

You sigh at the sight of her, only to let out a high-pitched noise when you see the dildo she’s picking out for tonight. “B-babe is that really necessary-”  

“You were a brat earlier. Did you expect just being a dog was enough?” She cuts you off, icy eyes flickering up to you with a quirked brow as if to remind you that that was your decision to make.  

You feel the words ‘You started it’ blossom in your chest, but quickly bite your tongue.  

You swallow thickly, watching as she sets everything into place. Filling yourself further with anticipation as you look at it.  

The dildo she’s using is bright red and werewolf themed. The knot is as thick as your fist, so that explains why she used four fingers and plenty of lubricant. It’s long, long enough for you to always feel overfilled blissfully so. And attached to her hip, tucked into the harness, is a syringe that connects a thin tube down to the base so she can pump thick white lubricant acting as cum into you.  

Wraith glances over at you once everything is in place. She looks absolutely gorgeous, you think. The curtains are opened, allowing the starry sky to frame her in the background. The soft glow of a lamp making her pale skin have a healthy glow to it, outlining the body hair on her legs and underarms and the small trail she had going from her navel to between her legs. She’s tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear to keep her hair out of her face, her rosy lips parted softly before turning into a small smile when she catches your look.  

“You need to keep looking scared for me to keep up this act, baby boy.” She playfully says, tightening a final strap on her thigh as she turns towards you.  

You can’t help the smile that narrows your eyes as it reaches your cheeks. “Maybe if you weren’t so cute, I’d be scared.”  

The playful narrow of Wraith’s eyes is a warning. You know at the drop of a dime she could switch to the same knife wielding, snarling face she had before. But instead, you flutter your lashes back at her playfully, shifting to lie back down as she approaches the bed once more.  

Wraith straddles your shoulders first, and at  first  you’re gleefully ready to avoid the strap on to get at her cunt underneath. But, she’s quick, threading fingers into your hair and forcing your head back to stay still. You huff, only able to inhale her scent and having only gotten a flicker of how wet she was underneath. “No. If you’re still awake by the end of this, then maybe you can have a treat.” She promises, her voice smooth as her other hand guides the tapered tip of the dildo to your lips.  

You obediently open up, despite your complaint about having to wait to taste her trying to bubble from your chest. The hold in your hair keeps you still as she feeds an inch at a time past your lips. There’s a gentle hold on your hair as her other hand joins in, holding you and gently fucking your face with the first few inches. You go to reach for her hips, but your hands are snatched, fingers laced with your own and held up above your head instead.  

You focus on breathing through your nose when Wraith tests your limits, pressing a little deeper until the tip brushes your throat. Your body reacts at first with a small gag, your fingers tightening in her grasp, but she presses forward again and stays until you finally stop your gagging.  

When she pulls her cock out, it’s plenty wet with your saliva. You know that there’s no need for it, not with her copious amounts she’d used on you earlier with both her mouth and the bottle of lubricant. But, you also know, it wasn’t just for that reason.  

“Brat.” You manage to choke out playfully up at her when she moves back between your legs. Wraith’s eyes narrow at you in warning, guiding the tip to your soaked hole and pressing the first few inches in with ease.  

“And you call me a brat? After the stunt you pulled in the arena?” Her voice is a threat, low and warning. Her hips keep pressing into you, adjusting to position herself lower on her knees and hands grabbing your hips to adjust you how she needed.  

“You started it—AH!”  

Well, you can’t say you didn’t try to stand your ground.  

Wraith slams her hips home instantly, making you cry out mid accusation. The knot presses at your hole, only threatening and not entering. Her nails press into your hips, dragging down to the meat of your thighs to grip you firmer. “Oh?” Is all the thing she gives you to argue with. You know she’s waiting for you to say more, just so she has an excuse.  

When you give up and shake your head, crying about how you’ll be good, she begins to fuck you properly. Grabbing one of your legs and adjusting you so you roll over onto your side, you hug onto a pillow comfortably so you can muffle your whines into it. The new angle has your leg hiked over her shoulder, her cock able to fuck into you with ease and hitting a really good angle that keeps making you sing out.  

All the while she keeps murmuring out various things.  ”Such  a good boy.” “Funny how you don’t have any back talk now.” “What a cute little thing you are.” Praising you as one of her hands fall down to your cock, jerking you off with her thumb, index, and middle finger.  

You’re so close, but it isn’t until she growls out, “Keep screaming, little boy. I’m going to breed you full of my pups so everyone knows you’re mine.” Is when you finally hit your limit. Your entire body trembles as you cum, spasming and screaming into your pillow to muffle your cries and moans of ‘thank you’ and ‘yes yes yes’.  

You’re vaguely aware of her filling you full of the cum lubricant. More aware of how she’s adjusting you to lie on your back. You whine with the motion, vaguely aware of her dethatching the dildo to keep you plugged up from the thick knot.   

It’s isn’t until you’re gently being guided to look up as she climbs above you do you understand. Eagerly, you reach for her thighs, letting her rest one on either side of your head as you thank her tiredly before letting your mouth be put to better use.  

--  

By the time the night is up, you find yourself cleaned off and exhausted. With a very tired girlfriend in your arms, spooned by your body as you kiss the back of her neck and thank her.  

In response you get a soft, delighted noise in turn, and the pleasure of her rolling over in your arms to wind her arms around your waist, her face tucked into your chest. Protected and safe in your arms.  

You may have taken a more submissive role in the bedroom, but when it came to the romantic aspect, you were more than happy to play this role for her. Loving, protecting, doting.   

After all, Wraith had enough to deal with in her day to day life. Here? Here she was yours. Yours and safe.   

“I love you, baby.” You murmur quietly in the dark room. Hearing the telltale soft reply of ‘mmnhhh’ against your chest and the gentle squeeze of her arms around you to let you know she felt the same way.  

Beast tamed.  

For now.  

[talkwithmarcy]

Youtubers, step away from the underage fans!

Ok, before I start this post, I just wanna say first, in no way am I judging or telling someone how to make a living or their interest in what type of job their in. What I’m going to be critiquing in this post is a youtuber or an influencers’ way of INTERACTING with their fans.

Now this is suppose to be a simple concept, right? You either give them a picture, autograph, fulfill a commission, etc. However some people overstep that boundary, and it led them to utter shit. I’m talking about people who interacts sexually with their fans. And considering how big the internet is, some of these fans are underage, and interacting with them in such a way led to these influencers to be called a groomer or predator, whether they know a fan is underage or not.

This topic came around when I made a youtube video about a va (voice acting) youtuber, he was accused of doing some horrible stuff with his fans and friends, and one of them was manipulating and grooming underage girls. However, after doing an interview with this guy, me and my friend found some closure to some cases, open to new arguments for the unsolved ones and also find possibilities that some of the cases could be untrue. What I see as the main reason for the majority of the cases was because this youtuber was not very careful when it comes to interacting with his fans or providing fan-service.

This led to broken promises, mistreatment towards discord mods and closer friends, and then the grooming accusations. The youtuber admitted to being irresponsible and lazy when it comes to fulfilling tasks, and he admitted to being quite arrogant and boastful about being a huge youtuber.

But here I’m talking specifically about the grooming accusations. This is all because he was so full of himself of being a player and irresistible with his fans, he had no problem fooling around with them. His channel is composed of quite provocative content, and the audios are just straight up audio porn in his patreon. There’s no secret that some of the fans are heavily into that sort of stuff and they have no problem having a closer relationship with the youtuber if he initiates it. And because some fans are underage, I think the interactions can count as illegal.

All of this could’ve been avoided if he didn’t interact sexually on a personal level with his fans. I’m not gonna judge him for making provocative content because 1). he is an adult, he can make non-kid friendly content if he wants to, as long as it’s not hurting and disrespecting anyone, 2). if making these type of content is the more popular way for him to make a living in youtube, go ahead. The problem is that he brings this to a personal level with his fans, instead of keeping it on a business level. 

I understand if you want to make your fans happy, but there is a more responsible and appropriate way to interact with them. And if you say, “well, they are not happy with it, they like talking about no-nos and that kind of stuff, otherwise, they are not interested in me”, then tell them to screw off. Especially if they are underage and you are an adult, you should know better, and have some self-respect.

A good example of this is an incident of where I communicated with a youtuber named Aramin Audios. To bring you up to speed, there was another va youtuber, let’s call him Pink, who was accused of being a groomer to his girlfriend, but after researching a bit, me and my friends found that this is false and the people who accused him of so made the accusations out of anger and jumping to conclusions.

Now in response to this, Aramin wants to avoid this accusations to happen to him and he wants his community to be safer for his younger audience. That seems like a great thing to do, right? BUT, he thinks the best way to achieve that is to delete his discord server and build a new one, where it is reserved for patreons only, where he will discuss the nsfw content they want in their patreon requests. Me and my friend were confused by this because, in a way, it’s like a punishment for the underage fans for the youtubers’ irresponsible way of interacting with them. And the way he announced that he was gonna do this is as if he is putting the blame on Pink, this made us worried whether upset fans are gonna went after Pink or not after this.

However, we were more confused on his WAY of fixing this problem. I guess people will have a different opinion on this, but based on what Aramin wants and how he worded his request for his community, it seems like he was trying really hard to make it safe for the younger audience. So we asked him, if he was so worried about effecting kids with his provocative content, why not just age-restrict his videos? Of course, the answer is because he still wants to make a living and the content in his channel is still sfw, so it shouldn’t be age-restricted.

We also questioned on the new server he was planning to make because 1). from what I know, he is not that active in his old server anyways, so what’s the point? 2). from what he says, it will be no different, they will just discuss more r18 topics with his patrons and 3). this can be upsetting for fans who are JUST as loyal as the patreon fans. He explains that he thinks that it will be safer because minors lie in the internet, and it’s more secure when people make an account on patreon. True, maybe patreon is more strict but it is proven that people can still lie about their age in patreon. So me and my friend suggested to him, why not just age-restrict your videos or try to change your content a bit, because sfw that’s not automatically mean kid-friendly and from the way he was acting, this was his main worry.

The weird thing that happened was that my friend, let’s call her Lady, is a bit more closer to Aramin, because she was also a youtuber and he watches her stuff before. However, when Lady tried to explain how Aramin’s way of achieving all this didn’t make sense, the fans there agreed. But as soon as Aramin came, they did a complete 180. And of course, I’m not close with Aramin, right? there’s nothing wrong if he gets a bit defensive, but when me and Lady asked him the questions and give him suggestions for a better way to achieve he wants. He became demeaning to the point where he acts like he didn’t know who Lady is, and he treated her as if she is too young and too dumb to understand what he was saying. And they were roughly the same age.

Also, in that chat, some fans told me to scroll to reread what they were talking about, but the thing is I want to hear from Aramin’s word. However, after some exchange, it seems like Aramin doesn’t actually want his community to be minor-free, and he mostly blame that it’s the kids fault for lying about their age and parents are not monitoring they’re kids. So I asked him, “But you’re the one who wants to make your channel minor-free, this is based on what you want, so why won’t you yourself actually take the precautions?” and he responded with, “I’m not gonna entertain this, because you won’t scroll up, you obviously don’t care.” Good defense, Aramin.

So he may say he wants his community to be safer for minors, and he did this because of other youtubers who are exposed as groomers and predators, but he doesn’t actually practice what he preach. He just wants to be seen as taking action for the better.

But anyways, it seems like he didn’t wanna budge or give any good reason anytime soon, so me and Lady gave up. Lady told me after that conversation, he immediately deleted the server XD and the cherry on top is that he made a response to this in twitter and oh boy, there is so many things wrong with this tweet.

Where do I start with this?

First off, we’re talking about what he is doing with his server, so when he says he wants to protect minors from predators that could join his server, Aramin, that just brings the question, what kind of people you allow to reside in your server and how do you act with your fans? And it says a lot when you felt the NEED to make an r18 server with your fans.

Second, apparently Aramin was badly injured when I told him sfw does not mean kid-friendly. I wasn’t trying to make a ‘gotcha’ moment, Aramin, I was just stating something. But since you are so heavily affected by that, sorry I hurt your feelings I guess.

Third, I agree to scolding kids for lying about their age online and watching what they’re not suppose to watch. However, recommending that kids should just stay in Youtube Kids is just not right. Youtube Kids is specifically for kids who are at the age of 4-12, so a minor as young as 13-15 can watch your stuff. And it is also known that there’s still inappropriate content that is still posted in Youtube Kids, because they were fooled by the kid-friendly thumbnail and Youtube doesn’t actually check if the content is safe or not. And to just say, “well, they should just stay in Youtube Kids”, that’s an ignorant thing to say. Tell me guys, how young were you when you first watch or witness something that is not considered kid-friendly? Whether by accident or on purpose.

Fourth, what nice thing of him to say, “it is the parents’ fault for not monitoring what their children sees on the internet 24/7.” Yeah, it’s the parents fault, guys, it’s not like they have jobs or any house activities they have to do to take care of their kids. It’s their fault for not breathing down on their children’s neck every time they see a screen. And from him saying he doesn’t wanna stop his source of income because of the parents, Aramin, you’re basically saying, “I don’t support and I would never recommend minors watching my videos and I want my community to be safer for minors.....but I’ll still make money from minors watching my shit anyways, thank you very much.”

And finally, keep in mind, me and my friend did not bash nor insult Aramin while we were talking to him. We did not call him a predator, bad person, or whatever. But apparently something as simple as asking questions, even though you are confused for a good reason, counts as attacking or tearing someone down according to Aramin.

So yeah, overall, Aramin just comes off as a whiny brat, and this response just comes off as him going

“These people are confused, and they’re asking questions and giving me suggestions! It’s the worse thing ever, WHY CAN’T THEY SEE I’M A GOOD PERSON?”

Anyways, at the end of this post, I want to make this clear, whether your content is inappropriate or not, or your patreon is 18+ or not, I don’t care. The problem is if you actually interact with your fans in such a way. It’s asking for trouble and even if you don’t mean to interact with underage fans in such a way, it is still YOUR irresponsibility to act that way AT ALL with any age with your fans, who are also mostly complete strangers to you, especially when you are aware that minors might watch your stuff.

Just because you act in a certain way in your channel, does not mean you should act the same in person to your fans. We may saw Dakota Johnson’s boobs in Fifty Shades of Grey, but that wouldn’t mean it would be acceptable for her to flash her fans during a meet-and-greet.

Yes, it is the fault of the kids for lying about their age online or if they watch something they’re not suppose to, but in the end, YOU’RE the influencer. You are the one with the channel, you are the one who can fix what they watch or at the very least, make the situation a little more appropriate.

[kharons-end]

30 Days of Fanfic- Day 13, 14

Day 13 - Canon or Fanon?

- Do you prefer canon or fanon when you write? Has writing fanfic for a fandom changed the way you see some or even all of the original source material?

I do like to stick to canon lore and facts when it’s possible, but then I rely on fanon to help me fill up the gaps!

Sometimes exploring a character through writing them gives me an extra appreciation and nuance for the canon material. I.E “Oh, this may be why they say this in game” or “I get why they would do that now!” 

Day 14 - Ratings and age restrictions

- How high are you comfortable with going? Have you ever written higher? If you're comfortable with E/NC-17/R18, have you ever been shocked by finding that the story you're writing has a lower rating instead?

I am currently writing a fic in which will turn E in upcoming chapters. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

To be honest, it actually makes me nervous to rate lower, because even though I could perceive my fics as a certain level of appropriateness, that doesn’t mean everybody has that same standard. I’d rather be safe than sorry! But I can’t say I have ever been surprised if a fic turned out more teen friendly because of the same reason. 

(Tomorrow’s prompt is about trigger warnings fyi)

[crazy4tank]

2021 Chevrolet Camaro Coupe and Convertible Preview

New Post has been published on https://coolcarsnews.com/2021-chevrolet-camaro-coupe-and-convertible-preview/

2021 Chevrolet Camaro Coupe and Convertible Preview

By Sawzag Ashton

After the final few years of tweaking to the encounter of the Chevrolet Camaro, the 2021 updates bring more subtle modifications. The items included in each trim degree have been slightly rearranged, but still include eight variations for the coupe plus seven for the convertible models.

Wireless Apple CarPlay plus Android Auto will be standard throughout the range, which was previously only available within the ZL1 trim. For those opting for a good SS model, with the 1LE Monitor Performance Package, there will be the option of the 10-speed automatic, which was previously limited with a 6-speed manual transmission. This choice will also change up the rear end from the 2 . 77: 1 to a second . 85: 1 gear ratio. Accessories such as the RS and Redline Version packages will also be available to entry-level OF V8 models.

As for additional package changes, the Insignia, Surprise and Steel special-edition packages vanish in 2021, along with the Rally Eco-friendly and Garnet Red Tintcoat colour options. Replaced by a new colour of Wild Cherry Tintcoat.

The new Camaro comes with tire dimensions ranging from 245/50 R18 on the LS model to a massive 285/30 ZR20 front and 305/30 ZR20 back on the ZL1 model, according to TireWheelGuide. com .

With regards to power trains, not much changes in this particular department with the LS and LUXURY TOURING models still having a turbocharged 2L four cylinder engine producing 275hp or the 3. 6L V6 along with 335hp. Next up, the LT1 and SS models carry on with the particular tried and tested 455hp 6. 2L OF V8, while the ZL1 keeps the 650hp supercharged 6. 2L V8. To get transmissions, a six speed guide is available on all models, by having an eight speed automatic for all 4 cylinder variants and a 10 velocity self shifting version for V-6 and V8 models.

All these new options will be obtainable in the fall of 2020, with not much alter in pricing predicted. Which means that you are able to pick up a base model starting with roughly $26, 900.

As for what may happen with a 7th generation Camaro is anybody’ t guess at this point. There may be an electric design thrown into the mix, but read more about that when the news starts to trickle within.

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[bottomtrawlingcampaign]

#makingmeaning Designing an Awareness Campaign

Campaign project document- Adobe InDesign A3 printed and bound landscape & Process Workbook A3

What is an awareness campaign?

An awareness campaigns purpose is to educate and share with society. What the problem is and why we should care. Call to action. Campaign is a goal in mind that carries on for a period. To create change/action.  

‘Students will develop a dynamic integrated awareness campaign’

Dynamic- (of a process or system) characterised by constant change, activity, or progress. "a dynamic economy" (of a person) positive in attitude and full of energy and new ideas. "a dynamic young advertising executive"

Integrated- with various parts or aspects linked or coordinated. Consistency of mediums and output. "an integrated public transport system"

Awareness- knowledge or perception of a situation or fact. "we need to raise public awareness of the issue", concern about and well-informed interest in a particular situation or development. "a growing environmental awareness"

Campaign- a series of military operations intended to achieve a goal, confined to a particular area, or involving a specified type of fighting. "a desert campaign". An organised course of action to achieve a goal. "an election campaign". Work in an organised and active way towards a particular goal, typically a political or social one. “people who campaigned against child labor.” A series of messages that share a single idea and theme in which a group of people can group their ideas, beliefs and concepts.

What is its purpose?

To engage people, change, excite, inform. For people to embrace the action.

Awareness campaigns are important because they can be used to contribute to change within a community, an organisation or at an individual level.

Awareness campaigns inform people about a current issue, a situation, problem or event by drawing highlighting attention to it in such a way that the information and education provided can solicit action to make changes.

What does/should a successful awareness campaign achieve?

Increase awareness it ensures audiences know about the issue at hand

Educate they are platforms to inform your audience about the issue and its related matters

Engage should engage its audience not its message and call to action

Reach knowing that an audience is scattered across numerous moments, devices and channels, its critical to create various touch points that your audience can see and engage with

Frequency understand your audience and the frequency (campaign length and collateral roll out) that they’ll tolerate so that you won't have your audience tuning out  

Measurability what does success look like, and how it can be measured.

Should achieve ongoing change. NZ is a good example of a country with long term success (Kate Shepherd- women's right to vote)

Examples of awareness campaigns

Save the whales

Movember

Ice bucket challenge (ALS)

Putting Aotearoa back into New Zealand police

Clean cheeks

Self-Directed learning:

Best Awards Campaign 2016

Name the campaign and give a brief description of it. 

What is the issue that awareness is being brought to?

Who is the audience or audiences?

What is the 'call to action' (what is the audience being asked to do)?  

Make a list of its collateral and touch points. i.e. billboards, Instagram environmental graphics.  

Note its visual look. i.e. bright/subdued, messy/clean, digital/analogue (hand-drawn).  

Note its tone. Serious, humorous, compelling, demanding.  

And finally, write a couple of paragraphs reflecting on how successful (or unsuccessful) you found the campaign to be.

Fracture- Lipton Ice Tea - Summer Festival

Finalist- Digital Campaigns 2013/ Design Director- Fracture/ Creative Director- Fracture/ Team Member- Fracture/ Client- PHDIQ

This campaign was designed to allow New Zealanders to build their own Lipton Ice tea summer festival project (through PHDIQ + Fracture). They create their ideal festival project online. The location, attractions and bands and connect with Facebook friends.

The audience is adults in New Zealand (r18) who use Facebook, that enjoy summer festivals and drink Lipton Iced Tea. People that like listening to bands and use Spotify.

The call to action is to engage with the project online and build your dream festival for the summer. To be involved in the virtual experience.

The collateral is social media as its digitally designed for games online.

The visual look is very bright and bold. Friendly, welcoming and warm. Definite summer vibes and atmosphere to get the summer festival point across.

Its tone is fun and inviting, humorous illustrations.

https://bestawards.co.nz/search?q=Campaign+

https://bestawards.co.nz/digital/digital-campaigns/fracture/lipton-ice-tea-summer-festival/

https://campaignbrief.co.nz/2012/12/19/lipton-ice-tea-asks-new-zealan/

[azuls-octobussy]

Here it is!! It turned out slightly less filthy and a little more French than what I normally do, but I do hope you like it. I've included it under the cut.

The Little Death (Rook Hunt x fem!Reader) - R18

‘I can see why Leona likes it here so much.’ You thought, taking a leisurely stroll through the botanical garden. ‘It’s so peaceful here..’

“Bonjour! I went hunting for Roi du Leon, and it seems I’ve found some even more tantalizing prey~”

You nearly jumped out of your skin, spinning around to see Rook striding towards you, his hand raised in a wave. The smile on his handsome face was friendly, but there was a sultry look in his eyes that sent a shiver down your spine.

“I was just... taking a walk…” you replied, turning your attention to the flowers by your side. You could feel your face heat up, hearing him call you ‘tantalizing’. ‘I’m sure he didn’t mean anything by it. I’m especially sure he didn’t mean it like that…’

“Is that so mon chou? Here to eclipse the beauty of les fleurs?” Rook reached out a hand, gently taking a lock of your hair and bringing it to his lips.

You could only stare at him wide-eyed, your face burning a bright red. You hadn’t failed to notice the heat pooling between your legs, either. ‘I’m pretty sure he didn’t mean it like that.’

“I-I was just… walking…” you stammered, fixing your gaze directly onto the ground, fiddling with the hem of your skirt. You couldn’t really think of anything else to say to that. And try as you might, you couldn’t take your mind off your growing arousal.

“Non, non, mon chou. Let’s keep those beautiful eyes on me, shall we?” Rook hooked his finger under your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. Those green eyes of his held yours, enraptured, as he caressed your bottom lip with his thumb. “Mon dieu, those lips of yours look delectable… Might I have a taste?”

‘Maybe he does mean it like that!’ You thought frantically, muttering a shaky, “O-ok.” before Rook captured your lips.

“Mmm~” he groaned at the contact, wrapping his other arm around your waist and pulling you close. He ran his tongue along your lips, slipping it into your mouth as you gasped in surprise. He was a skillful kisser, teasing along your tongue, encouraging you to move your tongue and lips in time with his. You grasped onto his biceps, pulling yourself even closer to his body when you felt… something. ‘Is that his…!? Is he…!? Hard!?’

Rook pulled away, nipping at your bottom lip. “Just look at what that sweet mouth has done to me.” he said, looking absolutely unashamed, pulling you even tighter against his body. You promptly covered your face with your hands.

“I’m so sorry!” you cried from behind your hands.

“Whatever for?” Rook asked, gently pulling your hands away. “Are you not also aroused by my words?” He slipped his hand under your skirt and between your legs, feeling just how wet you had gotten from his praise.

“W-well I-I…”

“Wouldn’t you like to taste the fruits of your labor, so to speak?”

“What do you mean?” You asked, breathing just a bit heavier than usual.

“I think you know, mon chou. You’re such a smart girl, after all. Now, on your knees.” Rook placed his hands on your shoulders, gently but firmly pressing you down, though you sank to your knees easily enough. Truth be told, you knew exactly where this was going, your stomach twisting in knots as your face became level with the erection straining against Rook’s trousers. “Go on, then. Be a good girl for me.”

With shaking hands, you unbuckled Rook's belt, followed by the button and zippers of his trousers. Rook lifted his shirt as you tugged his pants and underwear down, allowing his very hard cock to spring free. “Let me feel that sweet mouth of yours.”

You pressed your thighs together, trying to give yourself a little relief. You tentatively wrapped your fingers around the shaft, giving the head an experimental lick, which made Rook hum loudly in response. “That’s it, mon chou. Take me in your mouth.” Opening your mouth as wide as you could, the taste of hot flesh overtaking your mouth.

“Oh~” Rook’s moan was loud, and if Leona was in the botanical garden, he was certain to have heard it. But it only fueled the fire within you, urging you to take more of Rook’s cock into your mouth.

“You look so pretty on your knees for me, mon chou… You’re sucking my cock so well… Such a good girl for me…” Rook said, running his fingers through your hair and cupping the back of your head, guiding your head along his length. You ran your tongue along the underside as you pulled back, swirling it around the head before taking him back down your throat.

“That’s enough. Stand up and lean forward against the bench there.” Rook commanded, quickly following behind you as you did as you were told. He flipped your skirt up, caressing your lips through your very damp underwear. “Look at how wet you are for me.” He hooked a finger in your underwear, pulling them to the side. You could feel him pressing against you, your legs quivering in anticipation. Rook leaned forward, slowly pushing his cock inside you and filling you up.

“Ahhhh~” Rook sighed as he bottomed out inside you, making your muscles clench. Your breathing was coming in short pants, the feeling of Rook inside you nearly overwhelming. “You’re so hot and wet. I just slid right inside of you.” He thrust into you slowly, his hands holding your hips steady. It was almost frustrating how slow he was, but still the pleasure was steadily mounting, growing with every sweet nothing he crooned in your ear.

“Are you close, mon chou? Then let us experience la petite mort together.” You could feel Rook slide on hand around your body and into the front of your underwear, pressing between your folds and into your clit, rubbing it in circles.

Your breath caught in your throat as you felt your body tense in orgasm, clenching and pulsing as Rook continued to thrust into you. Though not for very much longer, as you soon felt him thrust into you a final time, his hips flush with your backside, his cock twitching with his release.

The two of you remained still for a moment, regaining your breath, before Rook pulled out of you, careful to keep anything from dripping down your legs. “Magnifique! Merveilleux!” he declared, along with some other words you didn’t quite understand. He ushered you to sit on the bench, all the while peppering little kisses all over your face. “Sit, sit! You must be quite thirsty! Un moment! I’ll fetch you some water and be back tout de suite!”

Rook strode off without waiting for a reply, leaving you there to process what had just happened. ‘This is so much…’ you thought, head swimming. Honestly, you liked it. A lot. You would most certainly not be opposed to doing it more frequently in the future, but you would have to speak with Rook. ‘Alright, step one, drink water. Step two, talk to Rook and see where it goes from there.’ you decided, nodding to yourself.

You leaned back on the bench, relaxing a bit, when you heard a cranky voice say, “How the hell is a guy supposed to get any sleep when you two are so fucking loud?”

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Translation Notes: Just in case you were curious. Some of these are self-explanatory.

Mon chou - Term of endearment e.g. 'my sweetie'. Apparently it literally means 'my cabbage', although I'm not 100% certain on that. I hope it's true, I would love Rook to call me a cabbage.

Les fleurs - The flowers

Mon dieu - My God

La petite mort - Literally the little death. Euphemism for orgasm.

Tout de suite - At once

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Two years of high school French shall not go to waste!!

I've got a good chunk of this written up, but I won't be able to finish it tonight. I'll reply to this post when it's finished, which should be in the next day or two.

Just didn't want to leave you hanging!

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If I Was a Rich Boy

Commission that ended up WAY bigger than intended for Twitter user @/EnEssTimesTwo to go with one of her images for Miroctane! Basically the idea is fucking in the communal showers, and whellp, here we are!

Summary: In which Octavio isn't good at outwardly showing his affection for people and ends up pinning Elliott in the showers and confessing, leading to him riding that dick like it's his last.

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Fandom: Apex Legends

Relationship: Octane/Mirage

Warnings: NSFT/R18+, Octane is a trans man and verbiage for his parts are cock/dick/hole, public sex in the showers, Elliott’s filthy mouth dirty talking, uhhh otherwise p tame kink wise!!!

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Elliott was high off claiming the champion title.  

Not that he wasn’t normally high off a good round, but this one felt different. It was a duo, back in ole’ King’s Canyon. He most definitely didn’t miss the heat of home beating down on his body as he tried to aim his shots right. The sweat trickling down his temple and flicking off his curls had been a pain in the ass. Speaking of his hair, had it looked good? He’d styled it like he’d done every other time before going in, but this mousse was new and he wasn’t too sure if it was sweat pr-- wait what was he thinking about?  

RIGHT!  

Elliott was high off being champion. For reasons specifically being it was a damn good round. Him and Octane had been in a duo, always a barrel of laughs together, but even then, Octavio was always a good shot and didn’t falter in his want to succeed. They worked great as a duo partner, Octavio taking the reins on where to go, leading the pack so to speak. When he’d get a bit too far ahead, he’d jog in place and whine for Elliott to pick up his pace if he didn’t want to get left behind.  

Elliott would never admit out loud, but he kind of liked that bratty attitude Octavio had. He definitely had that ‘Grew up a rich kid’ vibe. He got what he wanted, when he wanted it, and Elliott was no stranger to Octavio demanding and ordering him around. He never minded, as is Elliott was more than happy to sub—he means , uh, follow some orders...in...  

In the arena...  

Right! Anyway-  

~Rest under the cut~

Octavio had kept them going without a break even to survey the area. He was quick on his feet, even saving Elliott’s ass a few times. At first Elliott had thanked him, patting Octavio’s back in thanks. But when he’d noticed Octavio would hold still and stiffen up, he suspected that maybe touching wasn’t really his thing so he stuck to just verbally thanking him. Though, was kind of hard not to touch him when he had to save Octavio’s ass, plunging the syringe into his chest and then having an inner debate on how to go about lifting him to his feet. In the end he’d just yanked him up, made sure Octavio was steady, before apologizing for having to touch.  

With Octavio’s goggles and mask, he couldn’t see the way his eyes lingered on Elliott, nor the deep flush on his cheeks lingering.  

When the match comes to a close, they’re the champion duo. Octavio with a secured eight kills under his belt, Elliott with six. The interviewers are starving when they get off the dropship, and normally Octavio is just as starving for the attention. He’s quick to tug Elliott closer with his arm over his neck, smashing their cheeks together and doing a peace sign that Elliott quickly follows.   

The closeness lets Elliott’s senses be assaulted by the smell of sweat, dirt, gun smoke, and some sort of spicy cologne that he has to fight to not inhale deeply.  

The pictures are taken and Elliott’s thanking them and reminding them all that they can get in touch with their superiors for interviews. But, for now, they really needed to hit the showers.  

Octavio speeds off ahead towards the communal showers. Locker rooms set up for the legends in order to change into civilian clothing once they left towards their compound rooms. By the time Elliott gets there, Octavio’s already stripped out of nearly all of his gear  save  for his shorts. It’s not as if Elliott’s never seen him OUT of his gear before, it just felt...different this time.  

Octavio’s hair is a mess of peppered black and electric green waves tossed to one side, shiny with sweat from the arena and his hat no doubt. Flecks of dirt stick to where his face hadn’t been covered, a healthy flush from the warmth in the room dusted across his face. He always looked rather...handsome, in Elliott’s eyes. His sharp face with high cheekbones, his nose small with the bridge having an old minor break in it, not too noticeable. His eyes are sharp and narrowed, dark pools of hazel that look golden in this light and aided by his dark lashes. To top it all off, he fucking had freckles and little beauty marks all over his face too.  

He was really cute, is what Elliott’s getting at.  

Topless, the implants on his abdomen are clearly seen as well as the sharp muscle definition of a runner’s body and the sharp dip of his curves. His upper chest had long since faded scars underneath each pec, almost like half-moons with piercings through each nipple.  

Elliott tries not to stare as he works himself out of his gear, only pausing when he’s down to his jumpsuit, lifted off his torso and tied at his waist. He clears his throat, approaching Octavio who glances over at him with a quirked brow. Friendly enough, Elliott rests his hand over Octavio’s shoulder with, “Hey! Great job out there, champ!”  

Only to quickly see the look that Octavio gives him and he quickly retracts his hand. “Oh! Uh. No touching, right? Got it! Sorry-  kinda  forgot.” With a sheepish smile resting on Elliott’s face, a small flush over his face before he’s taking a few steps back to give space. Finger guns manifest into his hands as he walks backwards, firing them playfully Octavio’s way, “Catch  ya  later, Silva!”  

Before his retreating back is watched by Octavio as he heads towards the showers. Octavio’s legs feel weak from the small touch, slowly reaching up to where Elliott had touched on his bare shoulder and shakily exhaling as he plops unceremoniously down onto the bench.  

There’s a moment of pause, his face warming and the frown starting to vanish from his face before he dips forward in defeat with a grumble to himself. “Jesus Christ, I’m so gay.” In a defeated tone to himself.  

No, Octavio thinks to himself, a deep frown on his face. He needed to stop this. Elliott was respectful, thinking that he didn’t want to be touched. Clearly this whole ‘pretending he didn’t like Elliott’ thing wasn’t working in his favor. He had to be true about what he wanted- hell, clearly Elliott liked taking orders. Proved in the ring with how well he obeyed.  

Standing to his feet with the vague sound of the suspensions in his legs adjusting to the weight of his body; Octavio is a man on a mission as he heads into the showers to find Elliott.  

He finds him waiting outside one of the shower stalls on his phone. Leaned back, his curls framing his face and one full lip tucked between his teeth. He must be texting someone before he goes in, but Octavio doesn’t even take who it may even be into consideration.  

“Oh! Hey, Octa— woahhohey !” Elliott starts to greet him, looking up from his phone and setting it to the small table on the side for belongings. But before he could even finish, Octavio’s grabbing one of the arms on his jumpsuit that’s tied around his waist, pulling him into the stall and shoving him against a wall.  

There’s a height difference here that Octavio could get over. Where his eyes are level with Elliott’s collarbones at most. He’s looking up at him, one hand on Elliott’s chest, the other resting by his side on the wall to almost cage him. Their eyes meet and the flush on Elliott’s cheeks is too cute to ignore, his body language is open as ever, hands open as if he wants to grab Octavio but still thinks he didn’t want to be touched.  

A good boy, really.  

“Is-is everything okay? Did I do something  wr --” Elliott starts off again, his eyes glancing away as if he’s trying to remember. His cheeks are getting redder by the second, his back lightly arched to get away from the cold tile on his back.  

“I like you.” Octavio bluntly says, his voice sounding a bit more hostile than he intended. He huffs, trying again as he taps his fingers on Elliott’s chest impatiently. Never been good at this sort of conversation thing- “I want you to touch me- I want you to kiss me already! You clearly want to! Why don’t you? Why don’t you see that I like you back, idiota?”  

It comes out rushed, practically a snarl. Elliott’s shocked, embarrassed look is cute. Everything about him is cute. From the way his eyebrows knit, to the brief shock turning to joy, to his full lips splitting into a wide grin and that hint of ‘cocky’ reaching his eyes.  

Oh Octavio was going to shut that face down quick.  

Elliott’s mouth goes to open, and Octavio knows he’s going to say something arrogant or overthink it.  So  he yanks Elliott forward by the arms of his jumpsuit, hitching his mechanical leg around the back of Elliott’s knee and yanking forward to make him yelp as he slides down to the floor.  

As soon as he’s sitting, knees pulled up and feet flat on the floor, looking up at Octavio with a flushed and shocked expression? He can’t take it anymore.  

Instantly Octavio is dropping to follow him, crawling between his spread legs and leaning close to his face. At first their breath mingles, Elliott’s head softly tilting and his eyes flickering down to Octavio’s mouth. There’s this desperate, wanting look in his eyes that makes Octavio feel more in charge. Just by how much Elliott wanted this.  

There’s just that moment they stay like that, looking at each other’s mouths hungrily before Octavio impatiently surges forward to kiss him. It’s hungry the way he controls the pacing, molding his lips to Elliott’s and sinking his teeth into his bottom lip to pull. Going so far as to lean in closer, resting a hand on the wall near Elliott’s side to keep himself up as he licks his way into Elliott’s mouth.  

Much to his delight, Elliott lets him. Moaning softly under his breath as his hands come up to lightly grab onto Octavio’s waist, nails lightly pressing. He’s very responsive, Octavio knew he would be. Moaning as Octavio licks over his canines, into his mouth to let his pierced tongue slide across Elliott’s receptive one. Familiarizing himself with his taste.  

When Octavio scoots closer, his body presses into Elliott’s, feeling warm hands slide up his bare back only making Octavio moan in time with him. It isn’t until Elliott’s hands slide down to grab his ass to pull him closer does Octavio feel how hard Elliott is in his jumpsuit.  

Elliott seems to realize too because he’s parting from the kiss, panting and flushed all over, letting Octavio lean back on his knees just to see the damage. Elliott certainly looks a picture, legs having fallen open, showing the hard length underneath going along his thigh in a beautiful outline. Octavio’s mouth waters, feeling a bit smug at the sight.  

“Oh- uhm- I'm...I’m sorry, I’m usually more- more uh- more well behaved than this?” Elliott starts, glancing down at his crotch before shyly letting his eyes slide to the side with a squirm of his body that sets something predatory alight in Octavio’s skin. “We could stop! I totally under- understand! I can go--”  

“No-” Octavio says a bit too quickly, his voice thick with arousal as his eyes trail over Elliott’s body before reaching his eyes. He swallows thickly at how swallowed Elliott’s irises are with arousal, his pupils huge. “No, no, I want to. To keep going, I mean.”  

There’s that pause again between them as Elliott’s eyes flicker between his own, as if processing what Octavio’s saying. But once it clicks, a coy smile slides onto his face, gently grabbing Octavio’s chin and drawing him closer for a quick peck. “As you wish, rich boy.”  

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From there, Octavio had eagerly groped at Elliott in his jumpsuit. Feeling over the length of his cock and being more than a little impressed with him. When Elliott had humped up into his grip, whimpering, it set something alight in Octavio. He’d quickly kissed him, swallowing every moan eagerly that Elliott murmured into his mouth.  

“Such a pretty thing you are, hm?” Octavio breathes over Elliott’s lips, delighting in the way Elliott whimpers in return and tries to chase him for a kiss. It’s with gentle shushing does Octavio lean back, working himself out of his shorts with a bit of difficulty before sitting back up.  

Elliott’s reaction to seeing him naked is definitely worth it. Eyes falling right to Octavio’s crotch. He was cleanly shaved everywhere- made for easier aerodynamics, you know? His little cock is on prominent display, peeking from between his lower lips. He’s hard, engorged and flushed and his lower lips glisteningly wet with his slick.  

“Fuck, baby-” Elliott just about sobs out seeing him, licking his lips and letting Octavio near about rip him out of the rest of his jumpsuit. Elliott’s a good length and thickness, hairy all over in a delicious way, definitely trimmed and upkept. His cock is maybe seven inches long, thick as about three of Octavio’s fingers. Maybe even more when he wraps his hand around Elliott’s shaft, finding his fingers don’t touch.  

“Ah- fuck, Octavio-, baby, please, I  wanna  touch you-” Elliott is practically sobbing, his hips humping up into Octavio’s grasp and only serving to make Octavio’s cock twitch in turn to his words. He does debate it, really, thinking about how easy it would be to force Elliott onto his knees and have that beautiful mouth work him over-  

“Another time, perrito, another time.” Octavio breathes out to him, promising as Elliott shamelessly humps into his grasp. Making the sweetest little noises while he’s at it too, his head rolling to the side to expose his neck, curls falling beautifully into his face. Octavio can’t help himself to lean in, sucking at his exposed neck as he jerks him off.  

Elliott’s quick to make use of his closeness, one hand falling to Octavio’s ass and grabbing onto a cheek to pull him closer with this desperate, short choked sound in his throat. His other hand finds Octavio’s hair, threading his fingers in it and moaning shamelessly when Octavio sinks his teeth into a tender area.  

There’s something...satisfying about how loud Elliott is. Of course, being in the communal showers, maybe that isn’t the best time to be loud. But it doesn’t stop Octavio from twisting his wrist over Elliott’s cock, squeezing just under the head and sliding his thumb over the pre-cum drooling slit just to hear Elliott hiss out his name so beautifully.  

When Elliott  shoos  his hand away, Octavio whines as he has to let go, huffing out, “Who do you think is in charge here, huh?” But Elliott gives him these such puppy dog eyes that say he was close and Octavio drops it.  

There’s another pull as Elliott gets Octavio to spread his legs over the tops of Elliott’s to straddle his waist, both his hands sliding down Octavio’s smooth body before pausing at his hips. There’s a moment of pause as he seems to mull over a question, pressing a kiss to Octavio’s shoulder as he breathes out. “Do...A-are you okay with penetration?”  

It’s such a sweet question that Octavio’s heart pulls. His expression softening as he nods with a small smile to his face. “Yes. I- ah- prefer the term cock, by the way.” Adding it as an afterthought when Elliott still looks like he has another question. Immediately, Elliott is giving him that blinding smile, nodding eagerly as he slides one hand underneath Octavio.  

Octavio’s breath catches when two fingers slide over his smooth mound, down over his cock where his body twitches at the soft touch. Gently, Elliott runs two knuckles from his hole, up to his cock to work over the wetness and get a feel for his body. Every touch feeling like electric as Octavio quivers on his knees, even heard by the soft rattling sound of the junction of the suspension on his knees on the tile below.  

“Hey, shh, it’s okay, baby, I gotcha.” Elliott murmurs so softly when Octavio’s fingers tighten on his shoulders. He leans forward to softly kiss at Octavio’s neck when he slides a finger in, gently curling it inwards and in the back of Octavio’s mind he’s glad he watched Elliott wash his hands before any of this. Considering they were still in the shower stall without any water going.  

Two fingers curl inside of Octavio now, pressing just right into him. He swears under his breath, one hand moving from Elliott’s shoulder to clutch at the back of his head. “Fuck-” He about snarls out, his hips starting to move to effectively ride Elliott’s fingers.  

“Fuck,” Elliott hisses under his breath when Octavio fucks himself on his fingers. Leaning back from his neck to watch the muscles in Octavio’s thighs strain, watching as his slick runs down Elliott’s wrist and how his thumb rests just under his little engorged cock to give him more stimulus. “God, you look so good, babe. Can’t wait to suck you off one of these days, want you to use me like your own personal toy.”  

The noise Octavio lets out is of pure pleasure, tossing his head to the side with a groan that makes Elliott’s dick twitch hard. “Y-yeah? You like that idea, baby boy? Fuck, want you to grind that perfect little cock on my face--”  

“Stop- stop, fuck me, now. Right now, Elliott.” Octavio manages to get out. At first startling Elliott with his first word, who was ready to apologize. But upon the demand, he’s quickly moving them around. Pulling his fingers out and gently moving Octavio to a more comfortable position on his prosthetics.  

They move until Elliott’s back is against the wall, Octavio’s back to his chest and one arm around his neck. Elliott grabs underneath one of Octavio’s thighs to give him more leverage, letting Octavio reach down to guide him inside after mentioning protection and Octavio insisting it was alright.  

From there, Elliott makes such a pretty sound when Octavio sinks down onto his cock. Squeezing onto his thigh and his other hand resting on Octavio’s side to squeeze. Octavio whines when he’s full of him, reaching down to feel over Elliott’s balls and stroking his hand up along his own dick as if just to feel. “God, you’re so big-” Octavio whines out, fueling Elliott’s ego.  

Normally Elliott would wait for his partner to adjust, but Octavio’s already rocking, huffing in that same whiny, demanding tone, “Hurry up! C’mon, c’mon, c’mon-”   

And well, Elliott isn’t about to say no.  

Pulling Octavio’s thigh up a bit harder, he starts to fuck hard up into him from his position on the floor. There’s not a lot of leverage in this position, but Octavio’s a mess. His other arm is thrown to grip at his own hair, moans spilling from his lips freely and making Elliott get closer by the second. The wet squelching isn’t helping, nor is being able to watch how he slips into Octavio’s perfect little hole. Watching his wet cock disappear and reappear shiny and slick dripping down his balls.  

Fuck.  

“Yeah, that’s a good boy. S-so wet for me, look at how pretty you are.” Elliott’s mouth is moving a mile a minute, low as he turns his head to grunt in Octavio’s ear. He feels the squeeze around him, the hitch in Octavio’s voice when he moans out in a higher voice. “Fuck. Could fuck you for hours, sweetheart. P-perfect fuckin’ rich boy. You like getting fucked in public like this?” Elliott’s grunting without thinking, nipping at Octavio’s pierced ear.  

Normally, Octavio might smack him for taking control. Always having been the one to have the reins. But Elliott’s mouth is too good singing the praises like this, making Octavio dizzy as his body starts to seize and the first orgasm spasm hits him. He cries out, his hand moving from his hair to slam onto his mouth as he  cums. His body tries to fall forward, but both Elliott’s arms lock around his waist now, fucking up into him with delicious grunts and whines.  

When Elliott finishes, he cums inside of him, locking Octavio in place as his mouth presses to his shoulder to keep himself quiet. Feeling the harsh jerks of his cock inside of him starting to subside.  

Elliott sighs out, nosing at the junction of Octavio’s neck fondly, opening his mouth to say they should get cleaned up. Only to be cut off but Octavio’s body starting to rock again against him and the brat beaming back at him. “C’mon, again, again! Round two!”  

Oh, he’s going to kill him.  

[hiramiyugioh]

Prideshipping FanFic List

As I tend to annoy people recommend FanFics to people a lot, I thought I might as well finally start on a complete list. Have fun, and if your favorite stories aren’t on the list, please send them to me 💕 (this is a personal recommendation list, so there might still be great work missing; I also only add 1-2 works from the same artist. If you liked them, definitely read their other works!)

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💕 JollyBigSis - Voices of Seduction [AU] (R18; Humor, Romance) 225k+ “Yami is a struggling voice actor whose life is suddenly turned upside down with the appearance of Kaiba Seto and his adversary, Ishtar Marik.“ Funny and amazing adventure. If you like slowburn, you’ll probably love this.

💕 Quinn Anderson - Ne'er do Well (R18; Humor, Romance) 94k “Yami heads into a veritable cesspool of sin and debauchery, and Kaiba blames the rap music.” Amazing read, awesome smut. Won’t say more. :’D

💕 JollyBigSis - Contemplations of a Jealous Mind (R18; Humor, Romance) 15k+ “as he watches his rivals, old and new, confront one another; Kaiba is less than pleased with the impact it has on him.” Yami works at the Kaiba Corp Casino and Kaiba doesn’t like the new client playing games with his rival....

💕 Tru Mel Meiko Mei Ling - Domination (R18 pwp; Humor, Romance) 43k “Seto and Yami engage in a duel in Seto's office. The only problem starts off to be the broken heat until their desires break free.” Strip Duel Monsters B)

💖 Kamiyashi - Forbidden [AU] (R18; Drama, Romance) 150k “When Yami accidentally discovers where Kaiba works, it takes their rivalry and relationship to a new level.” I dare call Kamiyashi one of the Prideshipping fanfic queens. She wrote many amazing stories you should give a serious go. She covers many different genres with interesting and funny stories, many of them over 100k words long. And tons of good smut. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

💖 Nenya - Return to Romance  (R18; Drama, Romance) 150k+ “It was the happy ending nobody had expected – especially Yami. He knew he should be grateful but living had never been part of his game plan before. Then Kaiba decides it's time to repay his debts. But rivalry and obligation don't quite add up to friendship, much less romance.” Nenya is another queen of Prideshipping fanficition. Her character analysis is on point, and while you won’t find much juicy lemon here, it’s just the right amout to make her stories perfect. Many many long fanfics you should definitely give a go.

💖 NoteEmmy - The Games We Play (R18; Drama, Romance) 22k “Kaiba and Atem play lots of games with each other. Seto is learning that sometimes the worst moves are the easiest to make.” Sometimes it’s hard for two prideful characters to get along...

💙 Of Priest & Pharaoh - Road to Paradise (R18; Romance, Suspense) 74k + “Kaiba can only run so far from destiny, and a dark shadow from his ancient past threatens to destroy all that crosses its path. Does his relationship with Yami hold the key, or will the two be strangled by the Red String of Fate?“ A rare piece where Yami still resides in Yugi’s body! The suspense will have you on edge, and the prideshipping moments are so worth the read!

💙 Trillian75 - Wednesdays with Yami (R18; Slice of Life) 12k + 20k “A bottle of Scotch. An open invitation. Seto Kaiba once again gives in to temptation, but this time he reveals something to his lover that changes the game.” 25 years into the future Yami and Seto meet up again. A beautiful mix of tragedies, bittersweetness and funny moments, and two lovers that finally seem to make the right decisions. 

⚡️RayeMoon - RollerCoaster Life (R18; Drama, Tragedy) 300k “When Kaiba returns to Domino after five years, he finds that all he ever knew is no longer what it was. Joey and Yami are... and where is Yugi?” This story is loaded with action and you should mind the warnings before you dive into this thrilling read.

⚡️Mishiko Shinsei - Fixing a Hole  (R18; Drama, Angst) 42k “Graduation Day brings Seto more pain than he expected.” Yami sends letters to Seto while he is away in Egypt, but Seto never reads them... (story is over 10 years old, so a few old sins shall be forgiven :p)

⚡️ Yami Nefebre - Exposed Shadows (R18; Crime, Suspense) 106k + Set years after the series, Kaiba goes to America where he meets Yugi’s cousin Yami. “He didn't expect to get tangled into a web of gangs, violence, family feuding, and possibly love.” Yami has to go through a lot of violence, so this might not be for the faint-hearted... For everyone else, a thrilling and interesting story lies ahead.

💔 ToxicHathor - Yours to Hold (R18; Hurt/Comfort, Angst) 38k “Seto should have stayed with Yami…he should have. It was entirely his fault. Although they all said it wasn't…he knew the truth.“ This might be the most painful fate to push onto these two.... and painful to your heart, if you’re reading this.

💔 Crimson Eyed Dragon - Oidche Shamhna  (R18; Angst, Romance) 11k “Halloween, a time for families to go out and enjoy themselves, but to one man, it’s a night worth staying home.“ If you can meet your loved one only once a year...

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💕 evexe-n - Stepping stones (T; Fluff, Humor) 23k+ [Atem/Seto/Seth] “A former Pharaoh, two magicians, a high priest and a girl that's too much dragon for her own good move into the house of a CEO and his little brother. Three Idiots Catch Feelings: The Series“ A funny and entertaining story of how Atem, Seto and Seth learned to get along (?)

💙 Prismatic Bell - Not the End (T; Slice of Life) 38k+ “Yuugi's wasn't the only story that began in Atem's tomb.” Picking up after The Dark Side of Dimensions, Kaiba struggles through his very confusing feelings. A beautiful story that includes many very interesting meetups in a distant dimension. 

💙 viivalkyrie - Who Makes You Feel? (R18; Hurt/Comfort, Feelings) 17k 🔴 Things had changed. How could have Seto not noticed how things had changed? Atem stayed. Now Seto has some feelings to work out.“ If you want to get bombed right into the Prideshipping feels, this is the way to go.

💙 Pandir - How To Swallow Your Pride (R18) 5k 🔴 “Kaiba and Yami meet for a more private tournament at Kaiba's place. As a friendly competition lacks the crushing defeat Kaiba craves, they come to an arrangement that allows for both of them to open up more about their needs and desires.“

⚡️Sparklefists - Playing with fire [AU] (T; Crime, Humor) 20k+ “ Yami keeps one step ahead of the police and two steps ahead of his tumultuous past, leaving a string of burning buildings in his wake. Seto Kaiba is the detective who needs to prove himself by catching him. But this case goes deeper than either of them realise and, as each becomes obsessed with the other, will the spark between them catch alight or burn them both out?“ Kaiba’s and Yami’s cat and mouse game is incredibly entertaining.

⚡️Duelmepharaoh - Stalemate (R18 pwp) 30k “Kaiba just wants to program a hyper-intelligent dueling AI and possibly recreate the soul of a dead Pharaoh. What could go wrong?”  Questionable consent, dubious feelings and a program that wrecks havoc to take over the world. FanFiction for the Skynet AU.

🔥 Capsaicin - Apocrypha [AU] (R18 pwp) 10k 🔴 “Kaiba was sent to exorcise a demon residing in an abandoned church. Little did he know who the demon was, and what awaits him beyond the weathered doors.”  Priest Kaiba AU, a lot of good smut with a nice amount of interesting plot.

To be continued! If you liked a story, check out the author’s other works!

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