#the names aren't visible in close-ups either

[whateverloomis]

Hi! Can i ask for a billy loomis x reader where she gets a tattoo of his name either in the side of her breast or in her hip and she shows him and they fuck (if you decide to put the tattoo in her ass he would def drill into reader doggystyle 💀)

This was incredibly fun to write. Thanks for your request anon 💋

🔞 Warnings: AFAB reader (she/her,) cheating, shower sex, fingering, roughness, reader has pre-determined interests, reader has tattoos, implied size difference, unedited

Word count: 2.6k

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"That's ridiculous Stu!" - "A dare is a dare Tatum, she has to do it!" Stu countered while laughing. The couple, Randy and you decided it was a great idea to play truth or dare while drunk. Sidney and Billy had to leave early and the four of you got bored. Stu was obviously the one who suggested the game.

"I mean, he does have a point." Randy said and Tatum gasped in disbelief; "Wh- Are you seriously siding with Stu on this?! YN! Are you even okay with this?" Tatum asked and you sighed, closing your eyes in defeat. "Look, I appreciate your concern Tate, but I mean... I already have tattoos, another small one isn't going to hur-" - "This is Billy's name we're talking about here, YN. What if Sidney sees it? Or even worse, what if Billy sees it? These two idiots aren't going to keep their mouths shut." The girl has a point, but you honestly didn't care. It could easily get covered up with something else in the future.

"You're right on that one." You said and glared at Randy and Stu before continuing; "But I can get it covered up once it heals, plus it's going to be hidden-" - "What about when we go to the lake next weekend, hm? It wont be hidden there, your hip is going to be exposed." Tatum interrupted.

You didn't know why she was so concerned. Maybe it was because of the whole "tattoos are permanent" or "don't get anyone's name tattooed" mentality.

You smiled at Tatum softly and placed your hand on hers reassuringly; "I'll be fine, okay? We're all friends and it's not going to be an issue. It'll just be for some laughs and then I'll get it covered up, okay?"

Tatum sighed, visibly calming down and glaring at Stu and Randy; "You guys are paying for the cover up too." - "What?! That's not part of the dare!" Randy complained and Tatum rolled her eyes; "It is now, dumb ass." - "That's enough guuyyss, who's up next?!" Stu finished the argument.

•

As promised, you went to the local tattoo shop and got "Billy Loomis" tattooed on your right hip.

"Hooh, that looks hot not gonna lie." Stu said while sticking his tongue out. Tatum rolled her eyes playfully and blew a bubble with her chewing gum; "I gotta say, it is a hot placement."

You smirked at your friends and stood up straight so the tattoo artist could put protective film over the ink.

"If Sidney wasn't with Billy he'd 100% be into this." Randy said and you gasped, smirking at him; "Randy shut up! Oh my God..." - 'Who said he wouldn't like it now?" Stu said and smirked at you. You bit your lip in response and rolled you eyes playfully. You knew they were just teasing and joking around, but having your crush's name tattooed on you was a total turn on, and you felt like a little slut with your dirty little secret.

•

When you arrived at your house that night, you couldn't stop staring at his name engraved with ink on your skin.

You modeled in front of the mirror with the bikini you were planning to wear next weekend and imagined how Billy would react to you looking as hot as you did with his name on you. You wondered if he'd actually like it, like Randy and Stu said. If he'd get turned on by it. Hell, if he'd fuck you because of it. Your imagination ran wild with all the possibilities.

Billy had always been low-key flirty with you, and you had to admit that it confused you considering that he has a girlfriend, but you figured that he's comfortable being around you and maybe follows your lead just for fun. I mean, friends casually flirt sometimes jokingly so you guessed it was normal between you guys.

•

It was finally the end of the week and you were leaving to the cabin that Stu's parents own. There's apparently a huge lake that's perfect for the hot summer sun.

Your bag was made and you were once again admiring Billy's name on your skin. The tattoo was small enough to peel and heal just enough to get in the water during the week.

You were putting sun block on your skin and the tattoo looked vivid with the moisture of the cream. You couldn't wait for Billy to see it.

Stu pulled up to your driveway and honked the horn of his parents van. You jumped in excitement and ran down the stairs, bag in hand. Taking a deep breath to calm yourself down, you opened the door and walked towards the car.

Everyone was already seated and there was a space reserved for you at the very back with Randy.

"You ready to show Billy your new tatt- Ow!" you hit Randy on his bicep and Billy looked back from his seat. "Show me what?" He asked, confusion written all over his face.

Stu let out a breathy laugh and Tatum thumped him. Billy looked at the couple suspiciously and bit his inner cheek in annoyance. Luckily he didn't question you again, but he definitely knew something was going on with how obvious everyone was being.

•

After a three hour drive, you guys finally arrived at Stu's cabin and settled in before heading outside and picking a spot to set up a picnic in front of the lake.

The sun was shining bright and the water looked a nice teal color. It was still and quiet.

You could hear the birds and the wind swishing the trees. You helped Tatum and Sidney set up everything before sitting down on the blanket to bathe under the sun.

Taking your short flowy black sun dress off, you revealed your indigo blue bikini. It hugged your body perfectly and exposed just the right amount of skin and curves.

You sat down on the picnic blanket next to the girls and made eye contact with Billy who was taking his shirt off next to you. He raked his eyes up and down your body before giving you a subtle smirk. You bit your lip and looked away only to find Stu giving you a knowing look followed by a breathy laugh. You flipped him off and he shrugged, laughing before running into the water with Randy like a maniac.

Tatum gave you a knowing look as well and you nodded at her before looking at Sidney. "Hey uh, Sid..." You started; "I have something to show you, but I'm giving you context first because it's a little weird."

Sidney looked at you, a subtle smile on her face mixed with confusion; "Yes?" - "Last week when you and Billy left Stu's house early, the rest of us playd truth or dare an-" - "Oh my God, did you kiss Randy?" She asked jokingly and you placed your hand over your mouth to suppress a loud laugh; "What?! No! No... Ugh okay, I got dared by Stu to get Billy's name tattooed on my hip and I did it." You finished quickly and showed the girl your new ink.

Sidney gasped and laughed at the sight. "Oh my Gosh, you're crazy!" - "You see Tatum?! I told you she wouldn't get mad." You said, rolling your eyes at the blonde and she gasped; "Hey! I'm just trynna look out for my girlies, God."

All three of you laughed and looked ahead at the lake. "I wonder what Billy will say." Sidney wondered and you looked at her; "Do you think he'll get mad or something?" - "Nah, I don't think so. Well, maybe at Stu for being an ass and making you do it." Sid replied and you nodded in response, sudden nervousness taking over.

•

After a while, you and the girls decided to get in the water and enjoy the cool temperature after sun bathing.

You approached the shore and Stu swam towards you like a shark waiting to attack.

Before you could dip your whole body in, Stu gasped dramatically. "Oh myyy, YN? Is that a new tattoo?"

You looked at him in disbelief and thumped him; "Shut up, Stu" - "Damn would you look at that! It is a new tattoo" Randy said and looked at Billy. Subtlety wasn't part of both your friends at that moment.

Billy glared at both of them and then stared at you and the girls.

"What the hell is going on with you guys? You've been acting weird since we picked up YN." - "Ugh, Stu dared me to get your name tattooed on my hip and I did, okay?" You answered quickly, annoyance written on your face.

Billy raised an eyebrow and smirked, followed by a laugh. "You actually did it?" He asked while walking towards you.

Stu was trying to hold his laughter in but could barely do it. Tatum smacked his bicep and glared at him. "Don't be an ass." She whispered, the situation clearly being awkward for you.

Billy crouched down in front of you and you showed him the ink, trying to maintain distance, but he was making it impossible.

Billy ran his thumb over the tattoo and let out a breathy laugh. "You're insane." he said and looked up at you. He was amused and his touch made goosbumps arise on your body. It didn't go unnoticed by him and he smirked.

The boy stood up and towered over you, looking straight into your eyes. You blushed at his close proximity. "I like it, it looks hot on you," he said, loud enough for only you to hear before swimming away.

The rest of the group joined him and started playing with water guns and other toys, however you stood in the same spot a few seconds longer, but Randy snapped you out of your daze.

"You coming?" He asked, and you swam towards him. "Didn't know you have a little crush on Billy boy." he said, and you looked at him, faking confusion. "I don't know what you're talking about." - "Oh c'mon, you were tense as a rock." - "Shut up Randy. Even if I did, he's dating Sidney so I'd have to get over it." You countered and he lifted his hands in defeat. "Chill, I'm just messing with you." He laughed softly before swimming along with you.

•

After being in the lake nearly all day you decided to take a shower before joining the group. Little did you know, Billy was also in the cabin waiting to get you alone.

Walking into the bathroom, as you were closing the door something stopped it from moving. You opened it to check what was blocking it and saw it was Billy.

You gasped in surprise and looked up at him. "You can use it first, I can wait a few more minutes to shower." You said and Billy walked a bit closer to you. "Mm no, you go ahead. I don't mind waiting here." He said and stepped in with you, locking the door behind him.

"What um... Are you doi-" - Before you could finish your sentence, Billy pushed you against the wall and kissed you. You yelped against his lips but returned the kiss without thinking about it a few seconds later.

Billy pulled back and looked away, biting his lower lip. "Fuck... Sorry, I've been wanting to do that all day... For so long, at this point." He whispered.

You were at a loss of words and in disbelief. He actually wanted to kiss you? Wanted to feel your soft lips against his?

"Billy I... Why? You're with Sidn-" - "Fuck Sidney... God, that tattoo... My name on your skin? I wanted to fuck you right then and there when you showed me." He admitted, running his hand over your hip.

You couldn't believe what was happening. Billy Loomis wants you just as much as you want him. All this time you could've had him.

The feeling of want consumed your body. You didn't care about Sidney. Selfishness took over you and God did the thrill feel good.

You didn't waste anymore time and kissed him again, quickly reaching for his hair and pulling at the strands.

He moaned as quietly as he could and pulled you against him by your hips.

Billy squeezed the flesh and moved his hands up your back, untying your bikini straps followed by the ones over your neck.

The piece of fabric fell on the floor and he grabbed your tits in his large hands, squeezing them softly while pinching and playing with your nipples. The little moans you released made his cock twitch, it begging to be set free.

"Fuck... You're so hot." Billy whispered while snaking one hand down your body and untying your bikini bottoms.

He ran two fingers between your folds and felt the wetness coat them. He brought his hand up to his mouth and tasted you, moaning as a response.

"You taste so fucking good." He said and you whined at the sight. Billy gestured to the shower with his head and looked into your eyes; "Let's get in there."

You widened your eyes in surprise and bit your bottom lip; "Are you crazy?" - "Maybe, I mean... You wanted to take a shower, right?" He replied, smirking.

•

In the shower, the water ran hot over you. Billy had you against one of the cold walls, your tits pressing against his chest while he finger fucked you and rubbed your clit with his thumb.

"Fuck... Fuck, Billy please." You begged him to move his hand faster, but he was torturing you with his slow movements.

You squeezed his fingers with your cunt and it only made his cock harder against you.

"You feel so good around my fingers baby." He whispered in your ear and your breathing picked up. You were trying to be quiet but fuck he was making you feel so good that you wanted to scream.

You grabbed his cock and started to stroke it just as slow as he was fucking you with his fingers. He cursed under his breath and kissed you impossibly slow. You guys were driving each other crazy, and Billy didn't want to wait any longer to fuck that sweet cunt of yours.

Pulling his fingers out of you, the emptiness made you moan quietly against his shoulder.

Billy moved you towards the see through panel of the shower and pressed you facing forward. Your tits were squished against the glass and you could see the reflection in the mirror above the sink. You looked impossibly hot, and when you felt Billy lift one of your legs to the side, slipping inside your sopping cunt? It was over.

You let out a moan that was too loud for your liking and Billy covered your mouth with one of his hands while the other held your hip to keep you pressed against the glass.

He snapped his hips against your ass and filled you up deliciously with his cock.

You craned your head to the side and grabbed a fist full of his hair, pulling his head towards you and kissing him.

You breathed heavily into each other's mouths as Billy pounded into you.

Thanks to him working you up with his fingers you were incredibly sensitive, so when he reached between your legs and rubbed your clit in circles it was over for you.

You moaned against his palm and came around his cock, squirting in the process. Billy looked down between your bodies and the sight of his cock pumping inside of you while you squeezed your walls around him was enough for him to reach his own high.

Billy pulled out and jerked himself, cumming over your ass.

The water slowly washed everything off your body and you turned around to face him.

"This will be our little secret, hm?" Billy whispered and you bit your lower lip, nodding in response before initiating another make out session.

[rinkkuma]

୨୧ JUJUSTU HIGH CAMPUS CRUSHES

ft. satoru gojo, yuta okkotsu, suguru geto, yuuji itadori, & megumi fushiguro

tags. highschool au, (but could be viewed as college kinda) gn!reader, a bit of cussing, all fluff ! / author's note. got a little carried away but its fine… :3

SATORU is everyone's hallway crush, you included. luckily for you, he was in one of your classes. he sat a few seats in front of you that gave you the perfect view that allowed you to look at him, and not get caught staring. (but you've almost gotten caught on multiple occasions due to him whipping his head around like he could feel your stare he could) one day to your surprise, (or horror) your teacher switched seats for the new semester and he was sitting next to you. the second your teacher said his and your name, your heart started racing so fast. it didn't help when you sat down next to him and your heart started to pound out of your chest. you were afraid that he could hear it. and oh my god, was he ten times more handsome up close. your first impression of his personality, was.. not good. he was ever so slightly annoying (teasing you and whatnot) and asked you for a pencil. every. goddamn. day. the first few times you've handed him a pencil without really acknowledging it. but days turned into weeks of him asking you for a pencil. (it's actually his master plan, and he thinks since you've held the pencil before and now he's holding it, it's like indirectly holding hands with you!) he was a little shit to be honest, but at least that could help you cover your crush on him anyway.

YUTA has to bear the misfortune of having no classes with you. the poor boy never even sees you in the hallways during passing period either. no classes, no passing you in the halls—nothing. the only time he's ever seen you was during orientation. but the fact that your friends with maki, tells him he still has a little luck. although you and maki aren't in the same friend group, she still occasionally finds you during lunch to chat with you. since maki knows that yuta has a tiny crush on you, she lets him tag along whenever she visits you. you immediately light up when you see maki, waving to her with a smile, but when you see yuta, you visibly tense up. you had seen him in a few of maki's instagram posts and couldn't help but think he was maybe, a tiny bit cute. however, you quickly compose yourself as maki catches you up on anything in her life, and you catch her up on yours. when you smiled or laughed at whatever maki had just said, (he wasn't listening to a single word that came out of either of your mouths) yuta melted. your smile, was so so cute. and your laugh, he could listen to it all day. maybe yuta will engage in the conversation next time, to be the one to make you laugh.

SUGURU is your out-of-this world handsome deskmate. you've been sitting next to him since the first day, (since your teacher actually assigned seats) and oh my god. not only does he have the looks, he's also a gentleman, a sweetheart, and everything in between. lends you pencils or paper whenever you need it, always grabs materials for the two of you if you ever need to get out of your seat to get them, and walks you to your next class. one day though while the two of you were walking to your class after lunch, a boy with white hair who was roughly around the same height as suguru, came up to him and mumbled something along the lines of, “so, when are you gonna ask them out?” as he wiggled his eyebrows. maybe you misheard, but either way your heart started pounding. suguru gives the boy an annoyed, eyes-wide open look and pushes him away before laughing and apologizing for him. (he was secretly praying that you did not hear any of that) suguru thinks that satoru has teased him enough about his deskmate, and maybe he really should ask you out soon.

YUUJI is the boy in your math who can't help but stare at you in class. he's might or might not have been caught by you a few times but hey, you think he's cute too. and since he's too busy staring at you, he has no clue what is going on in class. what does this mean? it's a perfect opportunity for him to ask you to help him! one day after class, he enthusiastically asked you to help him with a few practice problems, (there was a quiz coming up, so he hoped he didn't look obvious) and you agreed. you were going to finally talk to the boy who you had been crushing on for the past couple months, but you could totally mess up your first impression. what if you weren't a good enough tutor? what if— oh. that didn't matter anymore because before you knew it, the day you had scheduled to tutor him had arrived. to your surprise, he's early and already sitting at a table in your school library with all of his materials out. truth be told, he was freaking out in his head and just wanted to look organized and prepared with all of his things already out. after setting your things down and pulling out your materials, you begin to teach him the concept—oh my god. yuuji cannot pay attention for the life of him right now because of your voice. it's so soothing that he doesn't break out of this trance until you whisper yell his name about 10 times. he realizes he so has a massive crush on you.

MEGUMI was the quiet (but cute!) boy who got paired up with you during a group project. fortunately for you, he was the type to actually pull their weight in a group project rather than just letting the other person do all the work and taking credit for it. you couldn't help but notice that he was kinda, sorta cute as well. and maybe you've tried finding him on social media, but ended up being too scared to follow him. he surprisingly still talked to you even after you finished the project, and even paired up with you willingly from that point on. he seemingly got more comfortable around you and started opening up and talking more. he cracked jokes every once in a while, which if you were being honest with yourself weren't that funny, but you laugh anyway. a few months into the school year, megumi realizes that he might just have a crush on you. he was always looking forward to class with you, and he swore he felt butterflies in his stomach whenever you walked into class. megumi starts to wonder if he should start asking his friends for advice..

[giorno-plays-piano]

Silly Creature

harpy!Suguru Geto x reader

Warnings: monsters, soft!yandere, obsession, kidnapping, fluff, Suguru is manipulative as always.

"Wife, you eat?"

He comes so close you can nearly feel his breath on your neck, hand gently landing on your back before he starts rubbing it, clearly checking for your non-existing wings. Somehow, he thinks you'll still grow them one day the way he did.

You almost choke on an apple he brought you and hurriedly scarf it down, wiping your mouth as you awkwardly smile at the creature, "Hi! Delicious. Thank you."

Not that you wouldn't want to say more, but sadly, harpies aren't known to speak human languages. It's incredible your "husband" can understand and even exchange some words with you at all.

The tall, moody crow prince with hair so black it absorbs light isn't one for smiling, but there's satisfaction in his face as he nods, rubbing your back some more. He then drops something shiny in your hand and, not waiting for your response, soars into the sky the next moment, leaving you alone on the branch of the giant tree he and his flock chose to call home. You look into your palm. It's a fancy golden ring with a big red jewel in it, shining bright in the sunlight.

Oh God. You did get yourself into some real mess, didn't you?

"Wife, cold. Come here," he says as he returns in the evening, beckoning you until you come close enough for him to wrap his enormous wings around you, feathers jet-black just like his hair. He doesn't take no for an answer: whenever he decides it's cold, you're pulled into his embrace whether you want it or not.

"Silly wife," the harpy grumbles, making you press your face into his chest as if you're his child. "Cold. Bad for wife."

Protesting doesn't make much sense: he either doesn't understand you or pretends not to and grows visibly upset if you don't do as you're told. When you tried asking him to let you down from the tree the first day you woke up in his nest, he shook his head every time you opened your mouth. Apparently, the harpy man considered you too feeble to exist alone, leaving you in the care of his clansmen if he isn't there for you.

"Good," he mutters again as you snuggle against him and sigh, a little resentful his feathers are warm against your back: you do your best reminding yourself one day you'll escape the harpy flock, but every day your "husband" just makes it harder for you to leave.

This morning, he brought several pink ribbons for you and then braided your hair so gently you felt bad for wanting to leave. He really does seem to think of you as his wife.

Feeling particularly bashful as Suguru - you think this is how to pronounce his name, but you're not very sure - rubs his nose against your cheek, reading himself for sleep, you clear your throat, "Go down tomorrow?"

His eyes are like dark, deep pools of water when he looks at you with suspicion, his features turning sharp, unnaturally angular.

"Together," you whisper gently, your hands rubbing his tense lower back softly as you try to coax the harpy to get down for the first time in a week. "Please, husband."

This does something to him - his black pupils dilating slightly, eyebrows raised - and Suguru sighs a little louder, like being talked into something like this is below him but he just can't bring himself to keep refusing his mate. You've been asking for this for so long! Sure, he might think you are just a silly little human, but rejecting his wife again and again is plain cruel. You did ask if you could go together, in the end.

"Talk tomorrow," the harpy grunts but still kisses you in the forehead. "Sleep."

Now is your turn to sigh as you contemplate how to escape your sweet monster captor who thinks he got himself a mate. You truly don't want to upset this poor creature who saved you when you almost died of hypothermia in the middle of your travel through the Northern forest. Perhaps he's not the sharpest tool in the shed, but he's kind and caring in his own way, and he wishes you well, bless his heart.

Somehow, you don't seem to remember you aren't the greatest specialist on the subject of harpies. Especially not the crow subgroup, the ones that are hardest to study because they are too smart and evasive for the researches to have conclusive evidence for the full analysis. You truly have no idea who Suguru Geto is and who he is to his own flock.

Every time he hides you behind his wings, face pressed into his chest as he cuddles you, making you grow accustomed to his scent, it gets harder for you to say no to him. With every sweet apple you eat, you think of leaving with less and less vigor, feeling pity for the man who saved you and cares for you so intently. Surely, you'll be kind to a silly harpy who thought the woman he picked up by chance is his wife? You wouldn't be ungrateful to a simple monster who feeds you only the ripest fruits and keeps you warm to make his wife happy.

Suguru Geto is far from a silly little monster who can't even speak human language, but you don't need to know that. You just need to sleep soundly in his embrace while he casts more spells, making you pliant to yield to him without a fight.

Such a gentle, loving creature. A wife like you is so hard to come by. She's always in need of care and protection from someone strong enough, and Suguru is exactly the one who can provide that. You just need a little time to figure it out.

[cellophanejpeg]

smoking hot | s. hanta

s: You find out pro hero Cellophane is a hypocrite. w: smoking, suggestive themes, hints at depression n: "smoking is unattractive" well, maybe for YOU, but that panel of sero smoking sent me on a spiral alright

dividers by @/saradika-graphics | beta read by jemifiss | read on ao3

The music is still loud from outside the club and you slightly nod your head to it, the last bit of drunkenness trying to hold tight onto you. To be honest, you don’t even know why you came. You’re not exactly 21 anymore, so drinking is no longer an option – not if you want to wake up feeling like dying the next day. A drink or two is enough for the night.

However, the comfort of a cigarette is very welcome.

The breeze of a summer night is also very welcome as you step outside, already lighting the tobacco stick between your lips.

The moment your eyes find him, your stomach does that thing where it thinks you’re riding a rollercoaster. It flips and sinks to your knees, and your heart follows the dance by either beating too hard, or skipping a beat. He’s outside the restaurant that’s just beside the club, with some people you don’t recognize. He’s dressed down, stripped of his hero suit, the first time you see him in civilian clothes you think. But that’s not what catches your eyes.

Between Sero’s index and middle finger, there’s a cigarette that he brings to his lips once in a while. Before you can think, your legs are bringing you to him.

You still remember the first time he just showed up at the roof of your apartment building. 

The weather was still pleasant  every time you went up there to take a smoke – your roommate hated when you smoked in the apartment, so the rooftop was your go-to –, and not the heat that makes you sweat even if you aren't moving. Sero landed on the concrete floor with a thud and, at first, it startled you, but when you recognized the uniform, you realized it was a pro hero.

The pro hero that you'd just seen on the TV last night.

He didn't notice you at first. So you just watched as he removed his helmet with a sigh and tried to fix his hair, the muscles on his back very visible under the tight fabric of the black-yellow-white suit. You watched as he sat down on the edge of the roof, legs dangling from it. Much like you were sitting. When he finally noticed he shared a space with you, he widened his eyes and cleared his throat.

“Sorry, Miss,” he said, standing up from his spot, “didn’t know I wasn’t alone.”

You laughed softly, “Please don’t call me that.”

Then, you offered a cigarette from your pack, which led to a scolding from a man who seemed to have just given a course about smoking and drinking to a bunch of high schoolers.

“You know those things are bad for your health, right?”

“Mhm.” You made a show of taking a long drag and inhaling the smoke, “My grandmother died from lung cancer. She used to smoke since she was seventeen.”

Sero widened his eyes, but you just looked up at him with hooded eyes and an amused smile on your lips.

“Then, why…?” He didn't really need to finish his question for you to shrug and answer,

“Life.” You look away, feeling the wind blow on your face.

“You could–”

“Die?” You interrupt him, smiling. “I could fall off this edge and die tonight.”

“Please don't,” he says, sitting down again, this time a little bit closer to you, “my shift just ended.”

You snort, earning a little laugh from him.

The next night, he showed up on the roof again. He probably thought you wouldn’t be there, but his eyes looked for you before he took his helmet off. You watched as he nodded and sat down on the edge of the roof, still not as close to you as you secretly wanted.

“You never told me your name,” he said, nonchalantly, as if he's commenting about the weather.

“You never asked.” You shrugged, offering your pack of cigarettes again, as if he hadn’t gone through that whole lecture the night before. He looks at it, then looks back at you, shaking his head.

The routine went on for about two months: you two would hang out on the rooftop of your apartment building, usually at night, and make small talk. You’d never admit it, but you googled him one night, before he arrived, and noticed his personal instagram was private. Only the professional account was public, and the pictures were either from charity events, or promotional merchandise pictures. 

He seemed like a textbook, perfect hero.

Until you saw him smoking.

“Prohero Cellophane spotted being a hypocrite,” you say when you approach, crossing your arms and tilting your head to the side. And then you mirror his own words, with an impression of his voice, “You know those things are bad for your health, right?”

Sero turns around and pauses for a second when he realizes it’s you. A slick smile curves his lips and his eyes are hooded as they run through your body. You chose a tighter dress than you’re used to wearing, and his eyes stop at your cleavage for so long that you’re almost self conscious about it. But then, he speaks and you just know he’s not sober.

“What are you, a stalker?” His voice is much deeper than it usually is and it makes you tingle.

“I could ask you the same.” You blow the smoke from your lips, “I was sad, so my friend brought me to the club to cheer me up.”

“What were you sad for?” Sero is now fully facing you, a hand inside his pocket, the other bringing the cigarette to lips again.

You shrug, “Life.”

He takes his time, sucking the smoke of the cigarette, eyes still on you, and you can’t help but think he looks so sexy right now. You don’t know if it’s the cigarette, or the clothes, or the fact he’s undressing you with his eyes, but he looks so fucking hot. And, not for the first time, you think about kissing him, about touching him, about running your hands on his chest, his abdomen until–

“Dude, are you introducing us, or…?” The blonde man that’s with him interrupts your thoughts. Sero clears his throat and swallows, seeming to also come back to real life.

“These are Kaminari, Sato and Jirou,” he says, stepping to the side so his friends are visible to you.

You say your name, waving awkwardly.

“You know, I am kinda hurt you’ve never accepted my Malboros. Here I was, thinking you were actually thinking about my health.”

Sero laughs, “That watermelon shit isn’t for me.”

You pause, feigning offense.

“Well.” You sniff, jokingly, “I’ll have you know I’ve moved to mint. Is that okay with you?”

The smile that graces his features is so infuriatingly hot.

“Yeah. That’s better.”

The sexual tension is so palpable and the moment of silence between you two is so loud, you can feel it in your heartbeat. It seems to last forever and just a few seconds at the same time, and all you want to do is spend time with this guy. You don’t want to go back to your friend, you really don’t want to break eye contact, but you still say,

“I should probably go back. My friend might be looking for me.”

“Right,” Sero clears his throat, “be careful on your way back.”

You smile at him, “Be careful when you land on my roof later. Or you can use the door, like a normal person. Apartment 7B.”

Your heart races as you turn around to walk back to the club. You can’t believe you invited him over like that. Well, it’s an open invitation, but still.

“Dude,” Kaminari says, watching you walk away.

“Shut up.” Sero sighs, closing his eyes and cringing.

“She was flirting with you,” Jirou laughs, “You know that, right?”

“Fuck.”

“That was a very straightforward invitation,” Sato laughs.

Sero groans, pinching the bridge of his nose, “Fuck.”

…

Sero's hand shakes as he raises it to knock on your apartment door. He doesn't know how long he stood there, on the rooftop, trying to hype himself, trying to sober up enough so he can see you.

He never thought this would happen. He's been wanting to make a move on you for weeks, but you've only seen him when he's on hero duty. He didn't want you to think prohero Cellophane was a creep.

Somehow, you catching him smoking isn't much better.

He knocked three times, after releasing a breath. Apartment 7B, you said. It wasn't hard for him to find it, given he took a shortcut coming from the roof. The longer you took to open the door, the more his confidence faded. What if you changed your mind? What if you're looking at him through the peephole, watching as he fusses over his hair and thinking he looks ridiculous? What if–

The door opens, interrupting his inner questions, and you show up with the sleepiest face on Earth. Your hair is messy and you're wearing what seems are pajama pants and an extra large Gorillaz T-shirt.

“You took so long, I'm not even horny anymore,” you say, rubbing your eye to chase the sleep away.

His heart sinks, “Sorry. I can come back some other–”

“No.” You grab his hand and pull him inside your apartment, closing the door behind you. Sero doesn't even have time to look around his apartment before you're pulling him towards your bedroom. You walk to a nearby laundry basket and toss him a pair of sweatpants and get on the bed, sighing.

“It's a man's sweats,” you say when you notice his hesitation, “hurry up, the bed's getting cold.”

Confusion must be clear on his face, because you laugh and lean on your elbow, smiling at him.

“Having second thoughts?” you joke, but when he doesn't laugh, you sit up on the bed, “We can have sex in the morning, if you want. I'm sorry I'm not–”

“No, it's just–” Sero has the urge to laugh at the situation. He's known you for like three months, but he feels like it's been ages. He’s strangely comfortable around you. And it makes him want to know you more. “Your roommate is a guy?”

You laugh, lying back down on the mattress, watching as he starts to undress. An act so intimate, but you don't feel the need to look away.

“Why, you jealous?”

A pang of guilt stabs him in the heart. Is he jealous?

“God, you're hot.” You mumble as he takes his shirt off and tosses it on your desk. That makes him smile.

Sero accepts your invitation to lie down as you lift the blankets in the bed. He gets on it, the fabric of the sheets stained with your warmth and smell. His head hits the pillow and, only now, he realizes how tired he is. Your warm hands snake through his torso, running your palms on his chest and abdomen, before wrapping around his waist and pulling him closer, your body flush with his.

“They're my brother's.” Your quiet voice interrupts the moment.

“What?”

“The sweatpants. They're my brother's.”

He laughs softly and wraps his arm around you, pulling you even closer. Your head tucks under his chin and you inhale his scent: alcohol, cigarettes, and a faint hint of cologne. It takes you only a few seconds before you're asleep again.

Sero's eyes are heavy as well, but he tries to fight sleep, wanting to spend as much time with you. You're so magnetic, he can't help it but to stay with you for as long as he can.

But sleep comes to him as quickly as it comes to you and he can't wait to wake up tomorrow.

me at smoker sero:

[saltywatercrocodile]

Quick (Informal) PSA For Therian Minors

I see a lot of minors in the community who seem very...comfortable, I guess, with sharing personal information and photos on here and other sites, and I just wanted to speak my piece about it.

Something I remembered from another post that I wanna steal because I love the wording: before you share something on the internet, think what could someone who wanted to hurt me do with this information? Not trying to be condescending, I'm an adult and I think that exact sentence in my head before I post/comment/DM anything related to myself.

Just saw a post where a well-meaning therian minor linked their Youtube channel, which has videos of them irl (wearing a mask, but still) doing quads outside and at an indoor non-chain business with the name/logo of the building clearly visible.

I cannot emphasize how much I was taught to be extremely careful about posting any irl images as a kid/teen, as people can infer your location from very minor details, MUCH LESS VIDEOS OF MY WHOLE BODY IN AN EASILY GOOGLE-ABLE LOCATION. What happens if someone with malicious intent sees that video, which is public on youtube? What will you do when someone attempts to blackmail or doxx you? Not only would this would-be criminal know where you are, they can also see how old you are and exactly what you look like. Terrifying.

(I understand we're in a culture of many people posting videos of themselves online, but (in my opinion) it's just not safe to be uploading public content that's advertising "Hi I'm bodily a child/teenager and this is what I look like and this is close to where I live and I'm also a therian who's probably hiding this account from my parents")

This individual is essentially just trusting that no one on the entirety of Youtube will just google the name of the indoor facility (along with any other location-identifying posts they may make) and either threaten them via doxxing or just straight up threaten their life/safety.

I knew someone in school who got too comfortable in an in-game chat, and was lulled into a false friendship and tricked into mentioning his address. Then he was threatened and told to send them money or they would physically find him. Thankfully he felt safe enough to tell his parents, who knew how to stop the situation. I know a lot of us aren't out to our family, and I dread to think what would have happened if the boy I knew hadn't felt safe enough to explain the situation to his parents.

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TLDR; before you post personal info/photos, think of the absolute worst evil that someone could do to you with that information. I know it's a bummer, but doxxing/blackmail happens more than you think, and even if your posts only seem to get low notes/likes/whatever, they can theoretically be seen by ANYONE, including people who want to hurt you.

(also I don't mean to call out or harass anyone, I'm not trying to be mean, I just wanted to use an example bc it's what inspired me to make this post and also I wanted to outline why real behaviours I'm seeing can be dangerous, rather than just making up hypotheticals)

[bethanythebogwitch]

Wet Beast Wednesday: sawfish

It's the first Wet Beast Wednesday of 2025 (yeah I missed last week, sue me) and I'm going to cover a fish I once saw. That's right, I saw a fish. A sawfish if you will. These besnouted beasts were once common worldwide, but now their range had shrunk considerably, leaving their future in question.

(Image: a largetooth sawfish, Pristis pristis, seen from above. It is a flattened, shark-shaped fish with light brown skin. From the front of the body extends a long, slat snout with teeth emerging from the sides. The snout is about a third the length of the body. The mouth and gills are not visible. End ID)

Sawfish are also called carpenter sharks, but they aren't sharks. Despite looking sharky enough, they're actually rays and are closely related to other not very ray-like rays like guitarfish and banjo rays. I don't know why they're so musical. Sawfish should also not be mistaken for the visually similar sawsharks of order Pristiophoriformes, which actually are sharks. There are five living species of sawfish in the family Pristidae: four species in the genus Pristis and one in the genus Anoxypristus. Sawfish look like sharks with flattened underbellies, but their mouths and gill slits being on the underside identified them as rays. The sawfish and their relatives may represent an ancestral form to most modern rays which are much flatter and more compact. What gives sawfish their names are the long, flat, and broad rostrums that extend from the front of their heads and are lined with teeth on either side, giving them a resemblance to carpentry saws. Sawfish are very large fish, with some being able to up to 7.5 meters (25 ft) long and 600 kg (1,323 lbs).

(Image: a smalltooth sawfish, Pristis pectinata, seen from the side. It looks very similar to the largetooth sawfish, but with smaller teeth on the saw. The flatness of the belly is clearly visible form this angle. The underside is white.)

The saw is an extension of the skull and the teeth that line the sides are heavily modified dermal denticles, the teeth like scales that sharks, skates, and rays have. The saws and teeth grow longer through the animal's life and lost teeth are not replaced, but do leave a socket, allowing an accurate count to be made. The saws are not perfectly symmetrical and one side will usually have 1-3 more teeth than the other. The two genera of the sawfish can be differentiated by their rostral teeth. The Pristis species have saws that have rounded teeth going down the entire length while Anoxypristis cuspidata, the narrow sawfish, has flattened teeth and the 1/4th of the saw closest to the head is toothless. A sawfish's saw usually makes up 1/4 to 1/3rd of their total length. Each species has slight differences with the structure of their saws, allowing for identification. The saw and head are covered in electroreceptive organs called ampullae of Lorenzini that detect the electrical fields emitted by animals as they move. This grants the sawfish extensive ability to examine their environments through their saws, which is highly useful for hunting and threat detection, especially in water with low visibility.

(image: somebody holding a juvenile sawfish so the saw pokes out of the water. The saw is the focus of the picture, making its shape and the rostral teeth clearly visible. End ID)

Unlike your average ray, sawfish have multiple distinct fins much more like a shark, lacking only the anal fin. Again, the ancestral ray was probably something like a sawfish or guitarfish. Some of its descendants would have retained its body plan while other became typical rays. Like other elasmobranchs, sawfish (except for the narrow sawfish) have dermal denticles for scales and lack a swim bladder, instead using a very fatty liver for buoyancy control. Like most rays, they do not use their mouths for respiration, instead drawing water into the oral cavity through spiracles located near the base of the saw. These spiracles allow the animal to continue to pass water through the gills even when the mouth is flat to the ground. The nostrils, gill slits, and mouth are located on the underside as well. The mouth has proper teeth, which are blunted and set in multiple rows that have been described at looking like a cobblestone road. These blunt teeth aid in crushing the shells of hard prey. As with many other elasmobranchs, the small intestine has a corkscrew-shaped structure called the spiral valve that increases the surface area, allowing for increased nutrient absorption.

(Image: a sawfishs head seen from below. The mouth is wide and roughly rectangular in shape, with rows of pebble-like teeth visible. Above the mouth are a pair of nostrils. End ID)

Sawfish were historically found in shallow, coastal waters in subtropical and tropical water worldwide, but their native range has been radically reduced. While primarily marine, they can tolerate brackish and even fresh water. The largetooth sawfish, Pristis pristis, is especially attuned to fresh water. They live in rivers and lakes for the first several years of their lives and have been found thousands of kilometers inland. Despite sailor's tales of sawfish cutting open the bellies of whales to feed on their entrails, the fish actually feed on small fish and invertebrates. The saw is used for both finding and obtaining food. By using smell and the electroreceptors covering the saw, the sawfish can seek out animals on or buried in the sediment. It uses the saw to strike prey animals, stunning or killing them. They are also known to pin prey down with the saw, something they also do to maneuver food into a more swallowable position. Sawfish may also use their saws to dig buried prey out by sweeping away layers of sediment. They prefer to live in places with soft sediment, though will also inhabit coral reefs.

(Image: a narrow sawfish, Anoxypristis cuspidata, being beasured. It looks like the other species, but its dorsal and tail fins are a much darker brown than the rest of its skin. The saw only has teeth on the last 2/3rds and the teeth are flatter and more triangular. End ID)

Like other elasmobranchs, sawfish reproduce internally. Males are believed to use their electroreceptors to locate mature females. The male bites onto the female's pectoral fin and inserts one of two penis-like claspers into her cloaca. Sperm runs down a groove in the clasper. Females are often left with scars from the male's teeth and saw. The smalltooth sawfish, Pristis pectinata, is capable of parthenogenesis, producing offspring without a mate, and other species may also be capable of doing this. This allows females to reproduce even if they cannot access a male, but means all offspring will be female and genetically extremely similar to the mother. Sawfish are ovoviviparous, meaning they retain their eggs, which hatch internally, and give live birth. The fetal offspring are nourished with a yolk sac before being born. The saw is soft in fetu, hardening shortly before birth, and is covered with a coating to protect the mother which falls off after birth. Gestation takes months Juveniles are born in litters numbering between 1 and 20. Newborns can be up to a meter long. Females appear to mate between once a year and once every two years and mothers will sometimes return to their place of birth to give birth. Pupping grounds are always in shallow coastal or estuarine waters. Sawfish mature slowly. The narrow sawfish reaches sevual maturity after 4.5 years and the Pristis sawfish between 14 and 17 years. Their maximum lifespan is unknown, but Pristis individuals in captivity have lived for decades, leading to an estimated lifespan of 30 to 50 years. The narrow sawfish lives for around 9 years.

(Image: a photo from the first human-assisted birth of a wild sawfish. The mother is on her back and a juvenile sawfish is almost completely emerged from her cloaca, with only the tail fin still inside. The hand of a scientist is touching the baby, helping it emerge. End ID. Source)

(image: a newborn sawfish being held in a human hand underwater, from the same incident as the above photo. The newborn looks like a miniature adult and has a soft covering over its saw that makes the teeth harder to see. It is small enough to be partially clenched in a hand. End ID)

All species of sawfish are classified as critically endangered by the IUCN and they are considered some of the most threatened groups of fish. While sawfish were formerly found along the coasts of 90 countries, their nange has reduced considerably so the only strongholds where they are abundant and have a genetically viable population are now found in northern Australia and Florida. The main threats to sawfish are hunting and habitat loss. Sawfish are hunted for their fins, saws, and meat. Despite not being sharks, their fins are highly values for shark fin soup. Sawfish body parts are used in traditional medicine in multiple cultures, though the greatest demand comes from China. There is no evidence backing up the effectiveness of any of these traditional medicines. The saws have historically been used as weapons, combs, and for various symbolic purposes and poaching of sawfish for their saws is another major threat to their survival. The saws are easily tangled in nets, making sawfish easy to catch and difficult to release. Because a thrashing sawfish can seriously wound someone, many anglers will either kill the fish or cut off the saw if they accidentally catch one. Habitat loss is another large threat, as pollution and destruction of seagrass beds and mangroves for urban developments deprives them of the habitat they need to hunt and breed. Because sawfish mature so slowly, it takes a long time foe populations to recover. Legal measures (including making international trade of sawfish parts illegal) and public outreach via scientists and aquariums aim to help protect the remaining populations. Unfortunately, captive breeding has proven unreliable as it is only recently that sawfish have been successfully bred in aquariums.

(Image: a decorative sword made from a sawfish saw. The saw is dried and a deep brown. It is attached to a curving crossguard and a long hilt with fluffy decorations. It is being stored in a museum display. End ID)

[vroombeams]

Wings/supernatural body features for Oscar and Mark??

from this prompt list

He finds the boy in his backyard, of all places.

Mark's first thought is that he looks a lot like a bird that's fallen from its nest. Huddled in the grass, curled in on himself, frozen with distress. And then Mark gets closer, and he starts to realize he's really not all that far off.

The boy's got wings, is the thing.

He's wrapped in them, draped protectively over his shoulders, baring teeth up at Mark as he approaches. He's naked as a newborn under the cover of tawny feathers. Narrowed eyes, pale cheeks, sweat-shiny skin. Sick, maybe, or injured. He won't unfold enough for Mark to make an educated guess.

"Hey now," Mark says, crouching with a bit of a wince. His knees aren't what they used to be. "Hey, I'm not gonna hurt you."

The boy stares silently. He's panting, Mark can see from this close. Chest heaving, back trembling. Definitely something wrong with him, but what's the etiquette here? Does he treat him like a lost kid, a feral? Or like an animal? Can the boy even talk?

Mark reaches out like he might with a skittish dog. Offers up a hand to sniff or bat away that the boy just looks at. Even though he's obviously distressed, he still looks incredibly unimpressed. Like his resting face isn't expecting much from the world and is still disappointed by it.

"C'mon out," Mark tries. He rubs his fingers together and resists making any weird noises, pspspsing or whistling. Might be offensive, he thinks. "Are you hurt?"

The boy blinks at him. His lips are parted in this way that isn't threatening, exactly, but isn't all that friendly either.

He nods, slow. Okay, good. He understands at least.

Mark shuffles a little closer, bare toes catching in the dirt. Somewhere in the distance there's something howling; dingoes, maybe, which doesn't exactly bode well. If the boy can't walk—or fly, for that matter—then he's easy pickings for whatever's out on the outskirts of Mark's farm.

His hand stays outstretched. The boy stays perfectly still, or tries to. Mark sees him shiver. It's getting cold, with the sun setting on the horizon.

"Listen," Mark says, "Why don't you come inside? You can get warm, at least." He'd prefer it, having the kid somewhere with four walls and a roof. Safe from scavengers, safe from the cold.

The boy swallows, throat bobbing visibly. He's pretty, Mark thinks, all softly rounded features and pink lips and pale skin and freckles, and—

He clears his throat. Not helpful. Not relevant.

"Come on inside," he tries again, gentler. "You can leave whenever you'd like, yeah? Just—for the night."

The boy is silent and unmoving for a long, long minute. For a second Mark is expecting him to suddenly scurry off into the underbrush. Maybe flap up into the low branches of the tree overhead. If he spooks and gets hurt worse, Mark's going to be drinking away the guilt for months.

And then—

"Okay," the boy says.

Mark doesn't know why he's startled that the kid can talk, after prompting him into it, but he is. He's got a flat voice, dry and small and vulnerable but trying not to be.

"Okay," Mark echoes. "Okay."

The boy lets him approach, then, folds his wings back to let Mark in to help him up off the ground. One wing is held more limply than the other. It's obvious, once the kid's standing, that he's favouring that side. He's also hot to the touch. Fever, maybe. Somewhat hysterically, Mark thinks of avian flu, and wonders if he's about to expose himself to some fun new infection trying to help this boy-with-wings.

"I'm Mark," he says, instead of any of that. The boy's arm is slung over his shoulders, and Mark's arm fits tidily around his waist, just below where bases of his wings join to his back.

"Oscar," the boy says. Mark doesn't understand, for a second. Has to piece it together—that the natural response to an introduction is to introduce yourself, and also that it makes sense that the boy would have a name at all.

But Oscar?

"Like the Grouch?" Mark jokes, as they stumble across the yard.

Oscar looks up at him flatly.

Mark clears his throat, pushes open the back door. "Never mind."

Once he's got Oscar settled in the guest room downstairs Mark really starts to examine his choices. He's got a birdboy in his house, possibly ill, definitely injured, that he's going to have to nurse back to health. He's taken on this responsibility. And he's never been all that responsible—ask anyone, especially his ex-wife—but he's also never been all that reasonable. He's impulsive. Driven by scattered bursts of emotion, usually negative.

Surely this is a positive one, though? Surely this is driven by compassion, and not the selfish need to have something to care for. And to care isn't all that selfish, is it?

It'll have to be a problem for tomorrow, he thinks, hauling a heap of extra blankets into the spare room and helping Oscar get them tucked around his naked body. Clothes should happen eventually. Probably. Food is the next priority.

He mutters something about getting Oscar something to eat, and then absently pats Oscar's head, and then freezes. Probably this is a faux-pas, condescending, offensive.

Oscar leans into it, though. Rubs his head up against Mark's palm. His hair is so soft it's like silk when Mark slips his fingers through it.

[shiggyscumrag]

Studying can't wait, and neither can he

Synopsis: Boyfriend Bokuto comes over to your dorm when you’re in the middle of studying for finals. He sees that you’re visibly stressed and decides to help you under your desk while you study.

Authors Notes: I recently reblogged a bokuto smut where bokuto finds out you're wearing strawberry shortcake panties and eats you out to filth, but you're just buddy ol pals and I love that- so I was inspired~

There are two words that every college student dreads. Finals Week. You are in fact one of those college students that is absolutely dreading the hellish week. You know you need to study, but you really don't want too. You've been pushing it off for the last week and the deadlines are drawing near. In an effort to be responsible, you stop procrastinating and decide to study.

You shout to your roommates that you're studying and to not bother you. They agree and wish you luck. You smile say thanks and get to work. Popping in your headphones you tune out any distractions. That is until your boyfriend decides to make an unsolicited visit. No texts. No calls. Just shows up out of nowhere.

Startled would be the nicest way to put it when your boyfriend busted open your door shouting your name and giving you a hug. You did scream. You can tell your roommates tried to stop him by them standing in shock in the doorway. They looked at eachother and back at you. Seeing your sully expression they spoke first.

"Uh...we'll let you guys talk this one out!" One of your roommates spoke up while pushing the other towards their room out of sight.

Bokuto looks and closes the door before turning to you.. He had jumped at your yelp and immediately apologizes. "Y/n! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you!" He goes in for a hug that keeps you seated in your chair as you let out a long sigh. Swiveling around you give him a stern look.

"It's okay, I know you didn’t mean to scare me. You didn't give me a warning though! You just busted in here out of nowhere while I was trying to study!" He stood before you with a sickly cute frown and puppy dog eyes. You felt bad about scolding him for just trying to be a loving boyfriend. You stood from your chair and put your hands on either side of his face holding him close. "Look, I'm not mad. Just remember to send a text next time okay?"

He nodded profusely while holding your hips bringing you in for another hug. You squeeze him tightly for a few seconds before pulling away.

"I have an exam tomorrow and I really need to study. You have two options." He looks down at you as you hold up two fingers. "One. You can sit on my bed and wait patiently for me to get done then we can cuddle and watch a movie when I'm finished." He immediately nodded. "Option number two is that you can go back to your dorm and I'll text you when I'm done."

"No, no I'd rather sit here with you and wait. I like your company even if you aren't saying anything." Dear god he is so precious.

"Okay. Here's some headphones you can use and feel free to also use my blanket. It's a little chilly." You said pointing to the blanket rolled up on top of your mattress.

"Okay!!" He said planting a kiss on your cheek and practically hurling himself onto your bed. The screams of the springs make you cringe but you can't help but smile at his pretty face.

Turning around you get back to work and start to shuffle through your notes trying to find that specific paragraph that has the answers to your last topic for the exam. You've been looking for this stupid section for at least 10 minutes, flipping and flipping pages without any luck. It should be here. You remember writing it down, so where is it? You can feel yourself tensing up but you can't stop growing more furious by the minute. Letting out many sighs and groans of distress you shouldn't be surprised when your boyfriend comes down and gives you a hug from behind and plants kisses on your cheek.

"Not the time Bo." You cut him short of his affection. You're in the zone and plan to stay there until you find that god damn paragraph.

"You seem upset. It's not good to study when you're upset. You won't remember anything other than being mad." Your heart swells at the way he says it. You can feel the hurt laced in his voice, the concern.

"Bo, I have to. If I don't find this part there's a good chance I'll fail this exam tomorrow." You shake your head turning to him. "I know you're worried about me being stressed but I'd be more stressed if I wasn't studying. I just need to find this section and I promise I'll give you attention and take a break." You try to turn around but he holds you in place, his and your face nose to nose.

"What if you took a little break? It'll help you calm down enough to help you study after. Maybe even help find that paragraph cause your head will be clear." He looks like a kicked puppy with the pout on his face.

"Fine, but only five minutes. You wanna cuddle?" You ask looking up at him.

"No. I wanna eat you out." How crass. He states that as if it was obvious! His hands make their way towards your pajama pants.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, what?" You say startled grabbing his hands. "What's all this about? I thought you just wanted to cuddle and watch a movie?" Looking down at his face you can see a little sparkle in his big bright eyes.

"No, you said we could cuddle and watch a movie. Which I'd love to do, but I'd also love to eat you out." He said hands massaging your hips. The feel of his tight grip has a shiver running up your spine, or was it the cold air from the fan? Either way, his handsome face was pretty convincing.

"Okay, but like you said only five minutes. And you better make me cum." You say teasingly, a small smirk on your face as you lift your legs over his shoulders.

"When have I not sweetheart?" A smirk spread across his cheeks as he starts peeling off your shorts. He flings them over his shoulders when he finally gets them off making you chuckle as he takes in the fact that you weren’t wearing any panties. “Naughty naughty girl.”

Before you could retort back he dove down and all you could do is let out a squeal. Tongue flicking up and down on your clit as his middle finger circles your hole. You gasp as his middle and pointer finger sink into your pussy. Pumping slow and steady at the same pace of his tongue sucking on your clit. You check your timer and it’s down to 3 minutes 26 seconds.

“Three minutes bo.” Your voice gives out on you in this moment, your statement coming out in between pants. Your hand finds his hair digging into his scalp a little harder than anticipated. Bokuto can’t help the groan he let out, you sounded so pathetic. You looked so strung out from his tongue and two fingers alone. He always loved watching you take his cock. He groaned against your pussy again as his cock throbbed hard against his other palm.

Your head rolls back as his fingers begin to curl delicately, desperately against your walls. You clench around his fingers hard. It feels so damn delicious.

“Don’t fucking stop!” You beg beginning to grind against his face. He closes his eyes trying his best not to cream his pants. Sucking a little faster and pumping the same steady rhythm, going opposite of your hips. You see white as you feel your walls spasm against his fingers. Fuck.

“Bo I’m cumming!” You whimper out. He doesn’t stop. He keeps going until you shudder under his touch a little sensitive but mainly horny. You pull his face out of your pussy and he finally looks you in the eyes. He’s love drunk.

“What are you doing? The five minutes isn’t up!” He stammers coming up from between your legs and kisses you hard.

“You could masterbate over my pussy?” You stop leaning over to check the timer.

“A minute fifty five left.” You say almost like a question. He can’t resist when you flutter your pretty lashes up at him.

He finds himself standing up and pulling his dick out in less than a millisecond. He’s stroking himself over your pretty swollen pussy running against your red clit. You let out a tiny moan, not wanting your roommates to hear these antics. You both find each other’s eyes, list filled tension filled the gap between you. Even with the cold fan pointed right on you both, you were both hot to the touch. Right as the timer goes off he moans slightly to loud and busts all over your clit. You moan quieter than him and grab his throat pulling him into a deep kiss. You fumble for your phone to turn off the alarm and separate from the kiss.

[yuurei20]

Hi, I'm working on a theory for Ramshackle and MC. Have the creators said why Queen of Hearts/Scar/etc. were chosen for the Great Seven? ((Also, why did MC become the prefect of Ramshackle and not the Housewarden?))

Hello hello!! Thank you for this question, it became a rabbit hole!

Yana had this to say about the villains who were used for inspiration (from the game guide):

"The number one reason is that they are all from 'masterpieces with which everyone is familiar'. They are all legendary—you need only say the movie titles and the characters come immediately to mind.

Since they are also legends in their own right, we thought it would be good to choose stories with a long history, and that is how we settled on these seven.

There are many other movies with fascinating villains, so it was a very difficult decision."

-Twst Game Guide (2020)

She also goes into detail about the different eras during which the movies were set, which may also have influenced which were selected! More here! (Youtube)

But there may be more going on than we have been told 👀 There are theories that "death" is another theme that links the dorms together!

All members of the Great Seven were villains that either died in their movies (Scar, Ursula, Maleficent, Jafar (in the second movie), the Evil Queen), or were never alive in the human sense to begin with (Queen of Hearts, Hades).

Death has never been a subtle theme in Twst, with new students at NRC arriving via coffins.

Kalim observes that, with the ceremonial robes they wear to orientation, "it's like we're attending a funeral."

And there are also the ghosts!

While it seems possible to be born as a ghost (according to Crowley and Eliza), Lilia says that ghosts "linger here due to powerful attachments or personal motives...they aren't visible outside of magically suffused locations like Night Raven College," and that they "linger" by choice.

And this brings back to the prefect!

In the manga, all three prefects that we have seen thus far have had names connected to the afterlife:

・Heartslabyul Arc, Enma Yuuken (円満 雄剣): Enma's family name is pronounced the same (the kanji is different) as 閻魔 (Enma), the king of hell in Buddhism. From the Kyoto National Museum website: "The King of Buddhist Hell is Enma, who is also the judge of the afterlife."

・Savanaclaw Arc, Hirasaka Yuuka (比良坂 悠河): "Hirasaka" is written and pronounced the same as the hirasaka of Yomotsu-hira Saka, known as "The Entrance to the Underworld" in Shintoism, explained on Shimane Prefecture's official tourism website: "Yomotsu-hira Saka appears as the boundary between the land of the dead and the land of the living."

・Octavinelle Arc, Mito Yuuta (三途 宥太): "Mito" uses the same kanji as 三途川, the "River of Three Crossings," which is "a mythological river the souls of the deceased must cross by one of three crossing points." Credit to blogger Tansho for the discovery that "River Styx" was changed to 三途川 in the Japanese-language dub of the "Hercules" TV show.

So there is definitely a theme of the prefect filling a role between life and death!

While one theory is that the prefect ended up in Twisted Wonderland after they died (in the manga it is insinuated that all three prefects were hit by vehicles directly before waking up at NRC), another theory is that they're not quite dead yet.

If that is the case then they may be close (Grim wakes them up prematurely, and Crowley says that this is his first time having a student who opened their "gate" (coffin) on their own) and they might just be an astral projection of someone who is between life and death, appearing at the magically suffused location that is NRC.

In other words, a ghost 👀

The manga is following a theme of naming its characters something involving "Yuu" (which is always the students' nickname for them) and "Yuu" is also commonly adopted as the default-name for the game's prefect.

Another word that involves a "Yuu" sound is 幽霊 (Yuurei), which means: ghost :>

(Hence the name of this blog! It is the very chuunibyou name of a twitter account I made in 2018 to complain about my job. This potential connection to Twst was completely unintentional and makes me laugh.)

As for why the prefect was named Prefect of Ramshackle dorm instead of Housewarden: I am not sure! But it seems to have something to do with the unique situation that is the prefect's role.

They have not technically been assigned to the overseeing of the dorm as a whole, just to Grim, so maybe that is why? :>

And it is particularly interesting as that means that the role of Housewarden of Ramshackle Dorm is still open--maybe to be filled some day...? 👀

[illustrationist-of-the-stars]

To add onto Acheron!Yuu, Lilia's signature spell, Far Cry Cradle, can let him replay the memories attached to an object, so he could have been able to have Yuu's sword confiscated and brought to Malleus to show him. Silver could also, at some point, be able to go into her dreams and see either her in the past, or the absolutely terrifying prospect of Nihility, like with the Black Swan animation

' A Meeting Behind Walls and Closed Doors '

Feat. Dire Crowley and Lilia Vanrouge (honourable mentions; Malleus Draconia, Sebek Zigvolt and Silver)

Previous posts before this on the Yuu!Acheron AU: Part 1 / Part 2 / ???

[FADE IN.]

In the safe confines of the Headmaster's office does the masked crow allow himself a reprieve and sheds his outside demeanour of eccentricity and lets out a slight shudder,visibly shakened up and then releases a sigh of relief as his shoulders sag down by an invisible weight of responsibilities that come from the past experiences he had to deal with for the past hours or so.

Inevitably, he breaks the careful silence of the office and speaks to no one in particular, "unbelieveable, out of all the possibilities, the other potential cand-"

"Oh dear, you look like you've seen quite the harrowing spectre there, Sir Crowley."

"Ack..?!" Not expecting the sudden uninvited guest and getting cut off from his private musing's, Crowley lets out an undignified squak before trying to swiftly gather back his composure.

"V-vanrouge! Ugh, must you always sneak up on me like that? Just because you're masquerading as an admitted young student here doesn't mean I'm open to your version of a greeting..." The Headmaster spoke with a thinly vieled frustration and experation whilst staring upwards to the upside down bat fae currently on his ceiling.

Lilia in turn only gave an eye roll at that comment, the hypocrisy in it far to evident.

"Oh, please. Not like you don't do the same exact thing with the other children here whenever the opportunity presents itself to you, have you forgotten those explosive pop quizzes of yours with the colourful array of fireworks or is your own age catching up to you already?" The bat fae joked good-naturedly.

"Hah! Ironic coming from you of all people...now- wait, what are you doing here?" Dire Crowley said, realizing a bit too late of the incredulity of this situation he was unceremoniously thrust upon in.

"The ceremony just ended today and as the Vice Housewarden aren't you supposed to be helping the new first years settle in along with housewarden? Don't tell me you just finished and decided to pop in here for no good reason but to just bother me, I've unfortunately have no energy to entertain your whims right now. I have enough troubles to worry about as it is..." The masked crow said with slight exagerated tone in his voice.

"My, you certainly do have your hands full with these new batch of first-years this year, my sincere condolences....especially with how your going to handle that certain...young beastie that came in late and gave the mirror chamber there quite a disasterous dent to both it's walls and to your future financial saving's moving forward." Lilia gestured to the office's walls as if to bring forth the reminder of the previous fiasco when it happened just mere hours before they were having this unprompted meeting.

Crowley only squinted his yellow pupils from his mask for a mere moment in confusion before perking up in realization at the strange nickname and who it may be refering to, "Young Beastie? Ah wait, do you mean that girl...Miss Acheron was it? Atleast I think thats what she calls herself. Though I could've sworn it was something else..." He said whilst letting a finger tap on his lips in a thought like manner.

"Is that her name? Acheron...no last name?" Lilia inquired more throughly, trying to gather as much as information as possible. For what? That, he doesn't quite know. Yet.

Unfortunately, Dire Crowley only shook his head in an unafarmative 'no' before speaking up again, "none whatsoever. It might be due to foreign differences or other otherworldy reasons that are currently completely incomprehensible to me at this moment in time but if that is the name she wishes to go by then then so be it. It's not like we have any other information about her currently other than her unimaginable strength and abilities she seems to put under careful lock and key now."

"Ahah, otherworldly, you say? I had my suspicions about that during our little skermish together, the magic I felt by just being near her mere presence alone was overwhelmingly volatile and not to mention the aura that encapsulated her blade could've poisoned a mere mortal if they weren't experienced in shielding themself with defensive magic beforehand...it felt utterly wrathful." The ex-general and war veteran started periodically unclenching and clenching his recently healed and bandaged hand that took the brunt of the blade he had to previously stop from striking the Heartslabyul trio, least the ceremony turned up for the worst and became a bloodbath of all things...

He'd rather not witness something like that again, especially in a place like this and where his children are present.

"I have no qualms in disclosing that information since I feel anyone can make the connection with her destructive performance back at the mirror chamber back there so it's not something so unheard of anymore. Though the implications that comes with it is daunting..." The Headmaster told the ex-general with careful consideration.

"Hm, yes it quite is...I- wait a moment, is that I think it is?" Lilia Vanrouge said in suprise and apprehension as he pointed down at the new foreign object at the Headmaster's desk. The memory of it and it's holder is fresh in both of their minds.

Crowley in turn, stops and looks down back down at his desk and his eyes widened in realization at the shethed sword and scabbard.

"Oh, that little thing?I managed to bargain my way into making that young lady relinquish her weapon to me for the mean time since this is a college and a place of learning after all. What sort of backlash and rumours were to sprout if I were to let a young outlander wander around school grounds with a sword of all things?! Oh, the horror!" He spoke with an exageratted tone whilst putting a clawed hand at his cheek to further emphasize hie supposed 'horror' as the bat fae continued staring down the offending weapon before considering doing something that he might need to do for the safety of everyone he holds dear in this world.

Finally gathering his resolve, he looks up to the Headmaster again before speaking up, "...May I have a look at it for a moment? I need to check it for something if you don't mind."

Crowley in turn, if it were visible you'd know he had a raised eyebrow behind that mask of his, at the question before his expression slowly gave a resigned look at what he potentially wanted to do to satisfy his curiousity. "Be my guest. But ah, don't leave any obvious incriminating evidence behind on it, I don't particularly want that young girl to lay her suspicons on me if word got out someone touched her weapon if it's that signifacantly precious to her..."

"Oh, Sir Crowley, do you believe me to be such an amateur in a task as simple as this to leave a mark like that behind?" The bat fae gave out a theaterical gasp before putting a hand on his chest where a heart should be in a mocking gesture of being hurt.

"I'm wounded...Though, I suppose she did hold you at a sword's point momentarily there so I can't fault you for being a bit more on edge than usual..." He couldn't help but chuckle at the Headmaster's expense at the reminder, the question whether he deserves it or not is another debate entirely.

"Amusing, laugh at my pain even more will you? And after all the magnamoious deeds I've done for you lot...but besides that, are you going to cast your Unique Magic on that sword or not? I don't particularly sleep in my own office, mind you."

"Patience, Sir Crowley. A little banter never hurt a soul before has it?" The war veteran asks rhetorically while absent-mindedly running his hands and fingers on the ancient sword, feeling the ridges, patterns and the weight of long unimaginable history it may hold that he will hopefully make sure to find out all of it by the end of this meeting.

Dire Crowley only give a deadpan stare in return, silently urging him to just get on with it already.

"Oh, alright, alright. I suppose we've delayed this far enough...give me a moment, won't you?" Giving one last eye roll at the masked man, he makes brief eye contact with the object in his hands again before closing them to concentrate as he opens up his mouth to begin to recite the incantation of his Unique Magic...

"All is as if it were days long past.

No matter where it takes us,

it will all be over in the blink of an eye.

Far Cry Cradle."

After an immeasurable amount of time has passed, the masked crow decides to break his silence.

"Well?" He asked in an inquiring and slightly impatient tone.

With that helping the bat fae in breaking away from his reverie, his eyes shot open whilst the sharp pupils in his eyes seemed to have shrinked significantly as if just waking up from a long arduos nightmare that none should have witnessed, and yet he did as it is the price of such of the consequence of being a seeker of knowledge of the long past.

Lilia then releases a ragged breath like it was forcibly torn from his throat, the strong grip he had on the sword only thightened and if it weren't for it's unknown almost industructible metal, that sort of strength would've shattered it completely due to his own durability and trained strength.

Another thing to consider and take account of it's otherworldliness.

"This- This is... What was that creature? And the sword?"

"Sir Vanrouge, what ails you now? What did you see?" The Headmaster said in concern, trying to urge the bat fae of what he saw but unsure if he wanted to know himself.

Ignoring his question entirely, Lilia Vanrouge only looked back up at the Headmaster with resolve in his expression as he spoke back at him, "Headmaster Dire Crowley, I hate to say this but this....thing must be confiscated somewhere more secure and in under constant supervision, I must stress this clearly that it can not be given back to that beastie when she can not clearly be fully trusted yet or at all for that matter."

"Vanrouge, what do you mean by this?" The masked crow tried again with asking another question

Fortunately, he decided to spare him and answer it with haste to make his current new intentions clearer, "What I mean, is that this sword must be put in the right hands that can keep it in tight security, this is not a mere plaything for fencing or the likes! It's an artifact that holds incomprehensible power that you and I can't possibly hope to understand nor will achieve with out paying unimaginable consequences! So please, do yourself a service and peace of both of our minds in putting this object in the nearest current hands that can be hoped to atleast make sure it doesn't fall into the wrong hands when I know for sure you will not always be there monitoring to make sure it is.

I know I have made my vow to not meddle in your work and affairs anymore than needed to so long as it doesn't bring potential harm the Briar Valley and it's kingdom after the few attempts in whatever you're trying to achieve in this nonsense project of yours that includes meddling with that mirror but please, just this once, make an exception."

With those words said and now up in the air creating tension as they continued to stare eachother down, they maintained it before inevitably one crow gave in.

"....Very well. You are free to take it back with you to the dorm but if the young lady asks for it back again one day, I urge you to do so regardless of your personal feelings." Crowley spoke with finality, unwilling to move more than necessary from this sudden compromise.

Lilia only gave a grimace at that response, but reluctanly nodded in agreement before bringing the sword to his chest as if already readying himself for his own deperature, " I...can't quite promise that if the little beastie doesn't prove herself that she can be trusted with such a damning artifact...we'll just have to see in the near future but quite honestly, I hope it never comes to do that...the way I see it, the risks far outweigh the benefits it will bring if this sword were to be unsheathed from its scabbard again." The bat fae told to him truthfully as a last minute measure.

As if already knowing he'd get that type of response, he only nodded his head at that before speaking again, "Fine. Now as a student and vice housewarden of Diasmonia, I kindly advise you to go back to your dormhouse swiftly before you start to worry your dormmates now. They can't suddenly have two of their authrotive figures start to be absent wanderers now, can we?" He gave a hand gesture towards the exit as he spoke.

"No, They'd later run around aimlessly like headless chickens if that were to happen. Very well now, thank you for your cooperation on this matter, sir Crowley" He couldn't help but let out a chuckle at the thought. Before taking his leave, he gave one last half-smile to the Headmaster before disappearing entirely back to where he came from.

"It's been my pleasure, Mr Vanrouge. May you and your dormmates have a good prosperous time this year..."

As he finished speaking he couldn't shake the feeling and the involuntarily twitch of his ear at the sound of faint laughter in the air, coming from entirely nowhere but as if it was throughly entertained by the turn of events it was happening right before THEM.

Dire Crowley couldn't help but feel the weight lf his own mask grow heavier and heavier as each second passes as the mocking laughter continues before it ceases entirely.

"...for you and I will need all the blessings we can get."

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"Hm? Ah, Lilia. I was wondering where you wandered off to so suddenly after we helped Sebek unpack his belonging in his new dorm. He and Silver were being fussy about some sort of...incident that happen during the ceremony where you had to raise a hand to block a student or something of the likes? Is that where you get that injury from?...I was just about to- hm? What is that you're holding? The aura it's emananting feels....strange...

"....Yes, a little strange is a way to put it."

[FADE OUT.]

[END.]

Ohhhh boy, first time writing again after A SUPER long while so I'll admit I'm a bit rusty since dialogue was always somewhat the easiest for me for these kinds of things so if you see any errors in anything or some way to improve in writing things out better, let me know!

As for the part on Silver's own UM with Yuu!Acheron, I will be making it's own short comic with that because I sure as hell am not making this written monstrosity into one. Be sure to be on the look out for that next reblog! ;]

[httpiastri]

hi hii, congratulations on 1.5k <33 could i request a santa tell me with friends to lovers!lando and the prompts pulling them in by their tie, face squishing and “can you call me that again?” if you get the vibe im going for, you’re actually amazing!!

(originally i wanted to request for mick but then i realised you didn’t write for him 😕)

hello love! thank you!! <3 okay so i did do this for mick, hope that's okay. i was thinking kinda haas&childhood friend!mick and teammate!reader. also, i combined this with another request, so i decided to take out the face squishing.... hope you enjoy!! 💓

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you and mick were supposed to meet up in the hotel lobby fifteen minutes ago, so that you could go to the team dinner together. but he never showed up, which kind of worries you – he isn't usually late like this.

it's even more worrying that he isn't opening it, or even making an effort to let you know that he's alive, when you bang on his door.

luckily for you, you and mick always exchange key cards in case of an emergency. it's something you've done since you started racing together as teenagers – half for the humor in waking the other in the middle of the night, half for actual emergencies – and for the first time in a while, the key comes in handy.

"mick, we were supposed to leave like fifteen minutes ago," you say the second you storm into his room, seeing that he's alive and clearly well. his broad back facing you as he stands in front of a mirror. "aren't you done?"

he slowly turns around, an exhausted look on his face. "i can't..." a groan slips past his lips, and when your eyes wander down from his face to his hands, you suddenly understand the reason behind his delay. an undone tie hangs loosely over his shoulders, mick's fingers holding onto the material.

"do you seriously not know how to tie a tie?" you ask, shaking your head as you step towards him. "here, let me."

he lets out a breath of relief when you reach for the fabric, visibly relaxing as you get to work. "i usually wear a bowtie, you know."

"mhm. that's a great excuse for not knowing basic etiquette." the tie is done in seconds, and you pat his shoulder to let him know. "all done, sweetheart."

the moment the pet name slips past your lips, you freeze.

you hadn't intended to say it, it just happened. maybe you've been thinking of him as your sweetheart in your mind too much that it felt natural to say it. either way, there's no going back now – all you can do is try to pretend like it never happened.

you hadn't realized until now how close you're standing; the proximity is killing you. his gaze burns through you and you can practically feel the heat from his body, contributing to your increasingly red cheeks. you step back, turning your head towards the bed as you speak up again. "so... are you ready, then?"

"is that like a friendly nickname?" mick's voice is usually like music to your ears, but right now, you wish he just hadn't said anything. "or..."

what is he thinking? is he serious? unfortunately, you don't quite think through your next words, either, again just speaking on instinct. "yeah, i just go around casually calling all of my friends sweetheart."

your words are dripping with sarcasm – and yet, he apparently doesn't notice. you look back at him just in time to catch how something about his demeanor changes; he looks down at the floor with a slight nod of his head, his lips pressed into a straight line. "okay..."

"are you stupid or something?" his eyebrows shoot up as he stares at you.

how is he not getting this?

you shake your head, sighing in frustration. you've already gone this far, you've already screwed up, so you can't possibly make anything worse now, right? "i don't call just anyone sweetheart. it's-" you take a deep breath. "we should really get going, mick."

just as you turn towards the door, his hand reaches for your hip, pulling you back to his body. suddenly, your body is almost pressed up against his, with both of his hands holding onto your sides. mick's gaze flickers between your eyes and your lips, and then something in him must've just said fuck it, because he leans down to you, sealing his lips with yours.

it takes a few moments before your mind connects the dots and reacts to his kiss, but when you do, you kiss him back instantly. it's not a long kiss, but the surprise of it has you gasping when he pulls away. the two of you just watch each other for a second, before matching sets of grins appear on your faces.

"can you call me that again?" his voice is lower than before, almost cautious, but it doesn't take long before you react.

you tilt your head, your hand coming up to wrap around his tie. "sweetheart," you coo before pulling him down to you again by his tie, pressing your mouth to his. "my sweetheart mick."

your last words are spoken against his lips, not wanting to part for even a second. you've dreamed of this moment for so many years, and now that you're finally here, the last thing you want is to let it slip through your fingers.

but the outside world, including your whole team, is still waiting on you on the other side of those doors. unwillingly, you part from the kiss, blinking up at him. "this was great and all, but-" you pause when you make contact with his big, blue eyes, easily getting lost in them and trailing off. "we really should get going now, mick..."

"ah, yes." there's a nod of his head and he smiles, leaning forward to press his lips to your forehead. "we will definitely talk about this later, though?"

"definitely. maybe even a repeat..."

"not just maybe. surely."

[hwashotcheeto]

𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝑬𝒚𝒆𝒔 (1)

Devil!Hongjoong X fem!reader

Summary: A devil finds himself a pretty angel to have fun with for the night.

WC: 2.3k

CW: Very little plot, smut, a little aftercare

Hongjoong calls the reader: Angel, good girl, (pathetic) slut

Smut warnings: Kissing, degradation, nipple play, manhandling, biting, marking, clit play, choking, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, (all reader receiving), protected PIV sex

AN: This is another one I wrote for @malldreamprincess once upon a time, who gave me permission to share it with all of you. 💜 I hope you all enjoy.

If y'all like this, I'll post the second part. 👀

Tag List: @cherrycel @mxnsxngie @malldreamprincess

Few people had them. Those eyes that aren't necessarily evil, but they're not angel eyes either. They're not in a gray area either though. They're entirely unique, with that glitter of mischief and spark of defiance. Especially when that person smiles, and you really see those eyes pop and glow. 

Kim Hongjoong. He was a special individual with those devil eyes. They were magic, and depending on the time of day, that was both good and bad. His eyes were the only visible hint that he had any magic in his body. Only when he let it show, however. He could turn it on like a light, his eyes could change and pulse depending on what he wanted. Or needed. 

While devil eyes were commonly used in Hell for power, on Earth, humans fell in love with them. Hongjoong learned early on that his devil eyes could get him anyone he wanted. Men, women, anyone. But only if they wanted him back. Hongjoong could stare someone down all he wanted, but if they didn't want it, it didn't work. Most of the time, however, they wanted him. 

This particular night, he wants you. 

You were on your own at a bar. You'd gone out in an outfit that you knew would attract looks. You wanted someone, and you were making yourself available. You looked around, scanning the people, and someone's eyes met yours. 

Gorgeous eyes that could only be devil eyes. Your heart stopped and started again, chills ran over your body. Fucking hell, you thought, and you knew you had to pick him. He had looked like he wanted to devour you, and when he smiled, you closed your legs. That was when he got up from where he was sitting and sauntered over to you. 

He leaned against the bar, not breaking eye contact once. He made himself comfortable before he spoke. “I couldn’t help but notice how amazing you look tonight. If I didn’t know better, I'd have thought an angel came down to Earth.” His voice was higher than you expected, but it was silky. He spoke confidently, as if reading from a script he’d practiced. His compliment paired with his voice made you blush. 

“Thank you, you also look amazing.” He did, from his eyes to his clothes, he was amazing. He smirked and turned his body more towards you. 

"I'm Hongjoong." 

You smiled and gave him your name. 

"Aw, that's a pretty name.” He repeated your name and it made butterflies tear apart your stomach. "So what are you doing here tonight?" 

You wondered if you should be honest. The look in his eyes told you that he wanted the same thing you wanted, but you weren’t sure if you should be so forward. And suddenly, his eyes pulsed in color, and the words fell out of your mouth. 

“I’ve been lonely for a few weeks. I was looking for someone to sleep next to again.” Hongjoong’s smirk grew and he moved closer to you. 

“I can assist with that, angel,” he whispered. The whisper sent chills down your spine, and as you looked into his devil eyes, you felt the resistance slowly melt away and you were powerless to say no. Not that you wanted to say no anyway, as long as you went home with somebody, that was all you needed. 

“Oh can you?” Hongjoong’s eyes flashed again and he smiled bigger. 

“Why don’t I take you with me and I’ll show you?” Your cheeks burned red and your thighs had gone numb from chills, but you smiled back and bit your lip. 

“Lead the way.” 

He held out his hand to you, you took it, and in a matter of minutes, you were on your way to a night with Hongjoong. 

Hongjoong took you to a really nice apartment in the better part of the city. You looked around for a few seconds to take it all in. The ceilings were high, with windows that took up most of the back wall, and a living room the size of your whole apartment. It was truly beautiful, and the view of the city out the windows made it better. But you didn't get to look around for long before Hongjoong grabbed you. 

He grabbed your hips and pushed you against the wall, getting as close as he could. “I want those pretty eyes on me tonight, okay angel?” You could only nod in answer, all other things left your body. “Good girl.” And he crushed his lips against yours, taking your breath away all in an instant. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer, but also deepened the kiss, and for him to press his tongue against yours lit your body on fire. 

His hands snaked up underneath your shirt and up to your chest. You couldn't help the moan that came from you when his hands started roaming over you. He smirked and pulled back only long enough to pull your shirt off. But he stared for a second, taking in what you looked like. You suddenly felt insecure and covered your chest, hiding your face. 

"No, don't do that," Hongjoong breathed, pulling your hands away so he could pull off your bra. You whimpered when he did, but you didn't argue when he started playing with your tits. "You're fucking beautiful. Don't hide yourself from me." You nodded and your eyes met again, and he laughed when your eyes rolled back and you could only whimper in response. 

And before you realized it, he stopped and put his mouth on them instead. The soft whimpers turned to a yelp, and then you melted in his hands and it was a string of curses and moans. He treated it like the last bit of air on Earth was in your chest, he couldn't get enough. They were beautiful to him. 

You gasped out his name, not knowing what it would do. It made him go feral. 

Hongjoong pulled away and grabbed onto your hips again, yanking you away from the wall and throwing you onto one of the couches. He got on top of you and pinned your hands above your head. 

"I was hoping to make this last a little longer, angel, but I guess you really want it." He leaned back down and he went to your neck, biting down hard. You yelped in pain and tried to move away, but Hongjoong pushed your hands down harder and sunk his teeth in even more. Your eyes watered in pain, but that was when he licked and kissed the bite mark. 

He pulled back and surveyed his work before tilting his head to the side. "What, angel? Is Daddy being a little too rough?" You nodded and whimpered in pain, still feeling the soreness in your neck. Hongjoong took one hand and ran his fingers over the bite mark. You shivered at the touch. "I'll be a little more gentle then." Some of the tension in your legs released at that moment. 

But you didn't expect him to rip the rest of your clothes off. You shivered when he reached his hand down and ran his fingers along your slit, looking for your little jewel to make you scream. He did tease your entrance a bit, but he was more focused on finding that sweet spot on the outside. He smiled when you yelped and moaned. 

"Aww, here we are." He gently rubbed your clit, being slow at first, seeing how exactly he could touch you to make you scream. "You're soaked, angel." He ran his fingers up and down again, biting his lip when he realized just how wet you were. "You'll take my cock just fine." You whimpered at the thought. His eyes lit up and he went back to rubbing your clit. 

"Oh you'd like that, wouldn't you, angel? Beg me first, beg for me to fuck you." 

You tried to stutter out the words, but Hongjoong was making it difficult, because he'd started rubbing your clit even faster. You knew exactly what to say, but it was so hard to get the words out. Hongjoong laughed and kept going. 

"I guess you don't want it that bad-"

You finally spat out the words, begging for him, whimpering and moving your hips up. Hongjoong smiled and pulled his hand away. "Good girl." 

He let you go only for a little bit to undress himself. You watched as he pulled off his clothes, your eyes growing wide as you took in the sight of all of him. He laughed when he noticed you were watching him, and hid your face in embarrassment. He climbed back on top of you and made you look at him. 

"Remember what I said? Keep your pretty eyes on me." You nodded. "Good girl." He got back up and grabbed something before he sat back. You watched him roll the condom onto his dick before he got back up and on top of you. 

"Tell me if it hurts, okay?" You nodded, and he nodded back before he slowly pushed inside you. His eyes rolled back and he let out a soft groan. He grabbed onto you and slowly moved his hips, letting out soft moans and pants. 

"Fuck, angel, you feel amazing." And to him, you did. Yes, he said that to every woman he brought back, but with you, he really meant it. It'd been so long since he found someone who'd made him feel this good. He couldn't even speak, he was so overwhelmed. But after a little bit, he got himself under control and he was rough again. 

Hongjoong wrapped his hand around your throat and leaned close to your face. "Look at you, you're such a little mess. Go on, scream my name. See what happens." 

So you did, you arched your back and moaned out his name. It made those devil eyes pulse and roll back, and he slammed into you harder and gripped your throat tighter. 

"Again," he growled out. "Say it again." 

You barely got it out, but that made it better, and he went even harder than before. He abused that spot deep inside you and made you scream and tear up. For him, he was in fucking heaven. Hearing you scream his name while he was deep inside you, using your body, he felt like he'd explode from all the feeling. But he kept himself together as best he could. 

"You love this, don't you? Having someone use up your worthless cunt? Go on, scream, show Daddy how good it feels." 

Hongjoong laughed when you couldn't speak. You were so overwhelmed and overstimulated already, you felt like you could cum already. He was determined to make you cum over and over again, until he was all done with you. He knew you could take it. He had that feeling. 

You did cum only shortly after, and he knew that you did. He felt you tense up around him and knew what that distinct scream meant. He smiled and leaned back to rub your clit. By doing that, you felt like he sent you to another dimension. 

But he loved seeing you overstimulated and being a pathetic mess in his hands. 

"You pathetic little slut, you already came, huh?" He laughed, and it turned into a growl. "Then hold on, angel, because Daddy's not gonna stop any time soon." 

And your legs began to shake, violently. Your body couldn't handle all the shakes and tremors, but he still didn't stop. He was close, but he wasn't there yet. The sight of you being a fucking mess, sobbing and screaming, shaking, the constant tightening of your walls on his cock…

He was gonna stop soon, because he couldn't last long like this. 

You watched him as he got closer and closer, his eyes rolling back, when he gripped onto you harder, when his thrusts got sloppy and he was panting heavily. He eventually dropped his head into your neck and gripped onto your hair, chasing down the release he desired. Those growls from earlier were now desperate groans and gasps, and you swore you heard a soft whimper right when he was at the edge. 

"Mm-Oh fuck-" Hongjoong rolled his eyes back as he came inside you, stifling the whimpers and covering them up with growls. He pulled your hair and pushed as deep inside you as he could while he rode it out. 

And once it was over, you both sat for a minute, letting your bodies recover. You both were panting heavily, drenched in sweat, hair a mess. But you both felt fucking incredible. 

Hongjoong finally pulled back and got up to throw away the condom, stumbling a bit as he did. You sat up and did your best to get your breath back. Hongjoong looked over his shoulder at you from where he was, and there was a strange pang of guilt in his chest at seeing you so tired. 

He came back over to you with a glass of water. You looked up at him quizzically, but he just held it out to you. You gratefully took it and drank it all in one go. He smiled before sitting back down next to you. 

"You can stay for the night, if you want. I have rooms you can stay in, and you can eat any of the food I have." You stared and blinked at him in surprise. 

"Are you sure?"

"Of course." Hongjoong looked you up and down. "You don't seem to be in any condition to take yourself anywhere." You looked down at yourself and realized he was right. 

"Well, then thank you."

"You're welcome." 

And as you looked back at him, those devil eyes flashed again.

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[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

Do you think death note would be significantly different if Light (or L) was a woman? So much of Light's early characterisation is 'eldest son' how do you think 'eldest daughter' would change things?

Interesting question, that's very hard for me to answer actually. But let's try.

Sexism in Death Note

L is Woman

The thing about L is we don't know how/why Watari selected him. We don't know how they came in contact, why Watari set him up to be super detective and exactly how early that happened, and so on and so forth.

We do have a hint that L was around six or so when he was orphaned in that we get a hint of a flashback in the anime where Watari holds his hand when he's a small child seemingly at the gates of Wammy's, but we really know 0 about him other than that he did become this detective persona and that he keeps eating his rivals and stealing their names/business for himself.

Given L's incredibly young age and the successor program we see later run by a friend of Watari's who runs the orphanage, it seems like L was most likely Watari's idea and that Watari has a very particular vision in mind (that L does not always agree with).

What I'm getting at is, even if everything else is exactly the same, I don't know if a girl would be chosen as 'L' or an 'L' candidate by Watari and company.

The measurements on who gets to be L are deeply weird from the little we see of them. Neither Mello nor Near seem to have particularly relevant experience or much people skills. Mello's better in that respect than Near but it's clear this is... not valued highly given a) how L acts and behaves b) the fact that Mello is very clearly and narratively always second and never close to dethroning Near who has awful social skills. What seems to be most highly valued in an 'L' is 'intelligence' where that intelligence is measured... somehow. It's unclear if this is through puzzles like those Near solves, through academics, through intelligence exams, but what we do see is every successor we meet/L himself are men.

There's a panel where someone shouts "Linda" in the orphanage, but we never see this character and we can't assume they're part of the successor program at all.

And it wouldn't surprise me, from the little we do see, if the tests for who gets to be L aren't, either intentionally or not, geared such that men pass them more easily than women.

We also see that L has very few professional interactions with women. We don't see many of his contacts, but they are dominated by cis men. The few women we see are Wedy who is treated as... track suit boobs and Naomi Misora who is very brilliant/L acknowledges as very brilliant, but we don't see them interact at all (and if we take LABB is canon, when they did it was horrible).

L's is an incredibly masculine and cultivated world.

Basically, what I'm getting at is that I don't think a female L would have been selected to become L in the first place. She wouldn't have been supported by Watari, wouldn't have been given the endless funds and support needed to become the canon L, and Watari would instead be making someone else L (as he/Roger tried to do with Mello and Near).

L might become a detective, but I doubt she'd be reaching international acclaim and fame, certainly not as an anonymous detective. At most, and a generous most, she might be living a modern Ms. Marple lifestyle where this very weird woman shows up somewhere and oh no there's a murder, guess she's solving it.

Light is a Woman

You guessed it, I don't think she's becoming Kira.

The Yagami household is a modern but traditional household with traditional values. Sayu is the sweet young daughter who is supported but brilliant Light Yagami is the apple of the family's eye/especially his father.

It's a very male dominated household in that while we see Sachiko visibly upset by the Kira case destroying her family, she never openly comments on this, not even when Light disappears for months with no explanation, Soichiro stops coming home and the stress is visibly killing him, or later when Soichiro dies, Sayu is kidnapped, and Light himself finally dies.

Soichiro is all about his job where his family is there to support him in their given roles, Sachiko and Sayu in their roles, and Light in his more active role where he can join the police.

There is never any hint of discussing that Sayu should join the police force or should live anything but an ordinary life and get herself an ordinary boyfriend/husband.

We know before the series that Light had been involved, perhaps far more than appropriate, in the police with the support of his father. He geared his entire college education towards becoming a police officer and had had that goal since before the series began.

If Light's born a girl, I don't see her getting the same support, at all, by Soichiro. Soichiro does not want her or Sayu involved with grizzly homicide cases, doesn't want them becoming police officers in homicide, and does not want to discuss the details of any of his cases (which he never does canonically with the entire family/when it's not just Light).

Light is brilliant still and I'm sure Soichiro's very proud of her, but I imagine he'd want to steer her towards some other path, any other path. Light will go to a good university, will get excellent grades, will get a nice career, and then will get married to a fine young man (who perhaps is a cop).

And while a combination of ennui/mental breakdown was what fueled Light to become Kira, I don't know if female Light who's struggling to find what she wants to do with her life/somehow be the best that she can be and be acknowledged as better than everyone else will ever feel the idle curiosity to write in the notebook in the first place.

Though, if she does... I think she'd be all in for much the same reasons that Light was canonically, and with a lot of angst as

[redyarns]

caught in the undertow

Chapter: 1/?

Rating: E

Summary:

When Megatron, leader of the rebellion, escaped from prison, everybot knew one thing, and one thing only: he stole an innocent with him.

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"I'm not a sheep, how dare you!" Orion hissed, bristling at the insult.

"Oh, really?" Megatron drawled. His red optics glanced up again, and Orion's glossa went dry.

Scrap.

Who knew the cruel and ruthless leader of the blasphemous rebellion was so... handsome?

STORY: START!

Act I, Scene I: Breaking Into Prison Is a Trust Building Exercise

“For the record, I think this is a horrible idea, and I also think you're going to die.” 

“I second that. Primus, can we please not do something that'll piss Ultra off? Again?” 

“Well aren't you two a pair of Negative Nosedives? Come on! Where's your sense of fun?” 

“Orion!” 

Orion Pax couldn't help the small laugh that escaped him when both his companions hissed his name in a mix of both desperate pleading as well as anger. 

B-127 looked close to vomiting up his last cube-ful of energon as he nervously held up his servos where he stood, his optics darting back and forth between Orion and the building right behind him. 

Sentinel, on the other servo, looked as if he was either this close to clunking Orion right in the helm, or flying off altogether. Judging by how his wings kept flexing anxiously, it was more likely the latter, and he seemed even more nervous than Bee, refusing to leave the shadows of the medbay building they were standing on. 

The Iacon Spark Medbay was the closest (and tallest) building to Orion's goal; Titan's Hold. The highest and maximum secured prison in Iacon that wasn't off-planet, and also one of the buildings that hung from the top of the city. It wasn't easy to reach, particularly if one didn't have a flying alt-mode, but especially if one didn't have a T-cog. 

Which was why Orion needed both his friends’ help. 

“If you don't want to go inside that's fine,” Orion tried to stress, attempting to soothe the both of them. He was pretty bad at it, honestly, mostly because he was grinning so widely that he knew it was either pissing off Sentinel or making Bee even more anxious. Probably both. “I just need a lift and access.” 

“My wings are not for your personal little joyrides!” Sentinel snapped. Out of all three of them, he was the least visible due to how he practically glued himself to the side of the little beacon box that was on top of the hospital. Despite that, Orion could clearly see the way the aristocrat's wings folded in together nervously at his back. “Can we please not do this, for frag's sake? If anybot spots me - “ 

“No bot's going to spot you - “ Orion immediately tried to assure. 

“I don't even think his wings can fly all of us up - “ Bee said with concern. 

“Of course I can fly all of us up!” Sentinel said shrilly. His optics, the only part of him that glowed in the shadows, darted towards Bee and squinted at him in offense. “Just who do you think I am? But that doesn't mean I can just - just break protocol for you to satisfy your deadly curiosity, Orion! What if we get caught, huh? What would my carrier say? What would Ultra Magnus say?” 

Orion tilted his helm slightly. “I don't see what those questions have anything to do with me, especially since we won't get caught.” 

Sentinel groaned. 

Bee chirped in nervous laughter. 

“Uh, don't wanna burst your bubble or anything, but the last time you said that, Darkwing personally threw us down a trash chute,” Bee said. He rubbed the back of his helm, wincing, as if he was reliving that… interesting memory. “Ugh. I was picking waste out of my seams for at least half a solar cycle!” 

“Yes, but we had fun climbing the chutes again, didn't we?” Orion said cheerfully. 

Bee brightened for a klik. “Yeah! I especially loved how you swallowed trash that one time!” 

Orion gave him an unimpressed look. 

Sentinel made a small choking sound. “Is that why you had me digging around in the damn waste levels to find you both? You were filthier than the actual trash around you!” 

“Focus!” Orion said. He did not want to recall that particular detail, though he had definitely enjoyed smearing a bit of old energon on Sentinel’s pede, which had resulted in some very high-pitched squeals and static of disgust. 

“No!” Sentinel said petulantly, and as if to make his point, he drew even tighter against the wall of the box. His wings flexed, a subtle movement that Orion barely caught as his optics tried to adjust and squint at Sentinel’s barely visible outline. “This is too much to ask of me, Orion, even from you. You’re trying to meet… to meet…” 

“Megatron,” Bee mumbled feebly.

Sentinel vented sharply at the name, and Orion glanced back at Titan’s Hold with barely concealed excitement. 

Megatron. The leader of the Blasphemous Rebellion that threatened the High Covenant of Iacon, and therefore, Iacon itself. The Rebellion was responsible for crimes that Orion had a list of somewhere tucked in his processor, and a list that Ultra Magnus had deemed was more than enough to claim that Megatron and his rallies were number one enemies of Cybertron itself. 

The Rebellion and their ruthless ringleader had been at large for far more vorns than Orion had been online, often terrorizing Cybertronians while their propaganda was crudely vandalized on various buildings or bots. It made Orion’s gears tick irritably just thinking about how astray the rebels had gotten, how ignorant they were to Ultra and the Covenant’s efforts to protect their citizens. 

And to think, at last, after all this time, Megatron, the leader of the blasphemous rebels, the cruel and vicious fear-mongerer he was, was finally captured! He had been tossed into Titan’s Hold as soon as he had been caught, a fate most becoming for a horrible bot like him, and would continue to stay as the council reconvened and discussed when his trial would be. 

Regardless, this was Orion’s one and only chance to see the Megatron for himself with his own optics. He didn’t care to view the inevitable live-feed of Megatron’s trial, a process that would make Orion uncomfortable even if the defendant deserved the brutality of court, so there was only so much time the miner had to make it count. 

Now if only his stubborn friends would listen. 

“Come on, think about it,” Orion said, clapping his servo around Bee’s shoulder plates and dragging him closer to the edge of the hospital, chuckling when the other miner sputtered out wheezes from his vents. “Us, miners, managing to meet with Megatron himself? We walk free while he’s behind bars, Bee! We don’t have to be scared of him!” 

“I heard he can rip apart diamonds like it's nothing, so he could totally tear apart those bars,” Bee mumbled. He glanced down the edge of the building and puffed his cheek plates, grimacing. “We’re so high up. I’m gonna be sick.” 

“Don't throw up on my pedes,” Orion said patiently. “And who cares about diamonds or whatever? Isn't he being bound by servo-suppressants? Sentinel?” 

Sentinel made a clicking sound behind them. It was a tic from his voice box that he never got rid of from when he had been a sparkling, and his tone was noticeably sticky with static as he muttered, “yeah. But I don't have access to the actual files, Orion, you know that. I'm only a trainee.” 

“A Prime trainee.” Orion corrected him. He let a slip of warm admiration creep into his voice as he hummed, “and you don't need access to Megatron's files. You're close enough to Ultra to have already heard the info we want.” 

Sentinel's throat buzzed again in a mix of strangled indignation and exasperated flattery, but Orion wasn't laying it on thick, even if it sounded like it. 

The truth was, out of all of them, Sentinel was the most valuable player in this dangerous new ploy that Orion desperately wanted to pull off. As the Covenant's next chosen and future Prime, and more importantly, as Ultra Magnus’ personal prodigy, Sentinel had practically one pede in the door when it came to the inner and mysterious workings of the council. 

He knew things that even some council members didn’t, and without him, this whole thing would fall apart. 

“You always do this,” Sentinel whined, but Orion's smile began to grow as he recognized the slumped, defeated motion of his wings in the shadows, a common sign that he was about to give in. “You're always dragging me into trouble and then it's my aft on the line! Ugh, do you even know what Ultra did to me the last time we got caught doing something stupid?” 

“No,” Orion said curiously. 

“What did he do?” Bee asked eagerly. 

Sentinel sent them both deadpan looks. “Nothing good. I'm pretty sure I'm still sore. Look, just - just - augh!” 

He heaved a heavy ex-vent, and Bee started to groan as Orion began to laugh. 

“He's giving in,” Orion said with a smile. 

“I'm not giving in!” Sentinel said unconvincingly. 

“You're giving in,” Bee moaned in defeat. 

“... I might be giving in,” Sentinel said. A pause. “Screw you, Orion. Fine. But if we get caught, I swear on Primus' aft that you're going to talk to Ultra and make it so that I was never even here! Ugh, why do I do this kind of scrap…” 

Orion held carefully onto Bee as they stepped to the side to make room for Sentinel as finally, he lifted a pede and appeared from the shadows, the late lights of Iacon shedding onto him in bursts of color. 

His armor plating, strong and polished, was painted a striking gold and royal blue combo that didn't have any of the chips that Orion had consistently all over his frame. Sentinel was far larger than either of the miners, as at best, they came up to his midsection, though Bee was closer to the joints of his legs more than anything. 

He had a handsome face that was accentuated by his strong jaw plating and helm, though to Orion's amusement, all of that clashed with the sour expression Sentinel wore, his optics squinted in disbelief and his dentae gritted as he flexed his wings easily, even when Orion knew how each one easily weighed at least a ton. 

He looked every bit the Prime he was going to be, and Orion couldn't help it as he let out a whistle, circled Sentinel, and said, “wow, Sen. Ultra really pushed you to get a buff, huh?” 

“Definitely a polishing,” Bee said in awe as he bounded up towards Sentinel and rubbed a digit against one of his shiny legs. Sentinel grunted and tried to stifle a giggle, which didn't really work as Bee gave him a beam. “Don't tell me this is a new paint job!” 

“Shut up,” Sentinel groused out, though there was a faint blue to the silver of his cheeks as he rolled his shoulders. Small clicking sounds indicated that his boosters were getting ready to fire, though judging by the way his digits kept flexing and relaxing, he was still unnerved. “If we're going to do this, we need to do it now. I don't know the guard schedules enough to predict when they switch out, but I know where the control room is at least.” 

“How do you know that?” Bee wondered as he waited patiently for Sentinel to extend a servo, which he did after he carefully knelt down and unclenched his digits. Bee climbed into Sentinel's hold and snuggled against the side of his chassis, looking a little ridiculous with their size difference. 

“Tour, back when I was initiating,” Sentinel muttered, also reaching out for Orion, who had been admiring Titan's Hold as they talked. Sentinel groaned when Orion didn't crawl on. “Ugh, Orion, come on. We don't have time for you to stand gawking.” 

“Okay, okay, keep your gears on,” Orion said, and he tore his optics away from the prison long enough to obediently climb on, then up Sentinel's arm, tucking himself snuggly on the opposite side of his chassis from where Bee waved at him. 

They had all done this sort of thing too many times for it to be anything less than instinct by this point, though Bee had never quite managed to get over his fear of heights. As if on cue, the miner puffed his cheekplates again, made a buzzing noise low in his voicebox, and buried his helm into Sentinel's arm as he approached the edge of the building and placed a pede so close that the tip of it was hanging off into the open air. 

All three of them vented in deeply, and with a final push, they were free-falling. 

Flying with Sentinel was something Orion was never going to get used to, and he loved it more than he could possibly put into words. The rush of air battering against his cheeks, the way his sensors beeped in excitement as his spark beat wildly in his chassis, the mixture of both fear and adrenaline that made his energon pumps go wild as they dived towards the glittering city lights of Iacon before there was the sound of gears switching, and metal wings snapping out. 

For all of Sentinel's whining, he was steady and confident as his mods caught the air just in time and they shot up with a propulsion that excited Orion to the point he almost whooped. But that wasn't a good idea, not when they were starting to approach the bottom of Titan’s Hold, which hung ominously from the ceiling of their underground city. 

Titan's Hold was, for a lack of better word, creepy. It was at the edge of the city so it didn't impose itself on any of the other buildings or terrified any of the civilians, but it was still intimidating. As the largest building in Iacon aside from the Prime Palace, it always seemed to loom any time Orion stepped out of the minds, no matter where he was. 

It certainly didn't help that it was so heavily secured that drones were always present as well as guards. It wasn't their typical prison for misdemeanors or even regular crimes; those held here were an active threat to Cybertron, a thought which made Orion shiver slightly. 

Luckily, the guards, several of whom were placed upon the perimeter of the entrance, didn't seem to anticipate that a non-transformed flier would ever be a threat. As such, they didn't even look up as Sentinel quietly made a high arch and began to creep down the side of the building towards them, and one even yawned as she asked her coworker for some energon to stay awake. 

It was easier than Orion thought it would be to slip past them by clinging tightly to the ceiling of the dark hallway, and Sentinel crept with a grace that didn't seem instinctual for someone of his size (or character) as he tightly gripped Orion and Bee and used his boosters as his main mode of movement against the ceiling. 

Private Comm Link (ID: #350183): Two Idiots and One Prime

Incoming message…

DES: Sentinel - ID: SN-402021

:: Okay, the control room is just up ahead. Bee, you got it? :: 

DES: B-127 (Alias: Bee) - ID: B-127-003025

:: Got it, bossbot. :: 

DES: Orion Pax - ID: OP-001628

:: Wait! ::

They all froze, hovering flat against the ceiling with Sentinel's dorsal plates scrunched tight to the tiles as Bee clamped a servo over his derma and Orion clutched tightly at Sentinel in warning. 

They were just outside the arching and open doorway of the control room. It was dark inside, only barely lit by the dim screens of the various security feeds that were caught on lens, but Orion swore he saw - 

He swallowed back a curse. 

DES: Sentinel - ID: SN-402021

:: Scrap! I thought the live-feed guard was supposed to be on his break right now, what the frag is he still doing in there? We have to bail, now! ::

DES: Orion Pax - ID: OP-001628

:: No! We've come way too close to stop now. Just let me think. :: 

DES: Sentinel - ID: SN-402021

:: I'm going to kill you… :: 

DES: B-127 (Alias: Bee) - ID: B-127-003025 

:: Wait, is he sleeping??? ::

The tension was palpable and zinged at the back of Orion's glossa as all three of them stopped their venting for the moment. He strained his audials, squirming lightly in Sentinel's hold as he did, ignoring the way the aristocrat scowled down at him in reprimanding. 

DES: B-127 (Alias: Bee) - ID: B-127-003025

:: He is! … Well, kind of. Gah! ::

DES: Sentinel - ID: SN-402021

:: We're so screwed. There's no fragging way I can get either of you down there without alerting him. Orion, don't be stupid, we have to turn back! :: 

DES: Orion Pax - ID: OP-001628

:: Hold on! I have an idea. Bee, do you have…? :: 

DES: B-127 (Alias: Bee) - ID: B-127-003025

:: Have…? OH! Oh, my Primus. I do. :: 

DES: Orion Pax - ID: OP-001628

:: Yes! Okay, let's do it. Sentinel, get us in. Just stick to the ceiling and let Bee handle the rest. :: 

DES: B-127 (Alias: Bee) - ID: B-127-003025

:: I can't believe I still have it. It's a good thing we didn't use all of it on Sentinel last time. :: 

DES: Sentinel - ID: SN-402021

:: … What??? ::

Orion waved off the incredulous and scrutinizing look Sentinel shot him, instead gesturing to the doorway. Though Sentinel didn't ex-vent, it was a near thing, and he pursed his derma before cautiously proceeding. 

The bot inside who was supposed to be monitoring the feeds seemed half into his recharge cycle as he slumped at his desk. He was even snoring a little, though every few kliks his optics would blink open again slowly, sweep across the screens with a sleepy snort, and then he fell right back into dozing. 

Sentinel crept forward on the ceiling, his wings tucked close to his dorsals as he did, until at last, he was just above the bot. He gave Bee a dubious look, but Bee only stuck out his glossa a little in concentration as he reached for his arm compartment and brought out a cube. 

The cube, however, wasn't filled with glowing energon like usual, and instead, Bee carefully dug two of his digits into the top, and with a generous pinch, he sprinkled down a fine, dark powder that streamed right onto the bot. 

Near instantly, the guard slumped over, this time snoring consistently, and when Orion scrutinized him, his sensors told him that he was definitely in deep recharge mode, maybe even a little too deep. 

“What in the Pits was that?” Sentinel demanded as he hopped off the ceiling and landed next to the guard with a quaking thud. Luckily, there wasn't any security in this area, and his voicebox crackled with irritation as he set both his companions down and huffed. “He looks like you just put him straight in a coma!” 

“I might have.” Bee admitted sheepishly, waving around the now half-filled cube and handing it to Orion, who beamed at him. “That was a teensy bit too much as a normal dose for a bot his size, but I just wanted to make sure!” 

“It's nyx powder,” Orion said to Sentinel when he made a rather frantic waving motion at the cube in question. Orion knew he was grinning in the way that his friends abhorred as he tucked the cube away into his own compartment and gave Bee a small noogie on his helm. “Good job, Bee! Though we should definitely call this guy a medic once we leave. Might've made this batch a little too potent if it knocked him out cold like that.” 

“Wha - nyx - made - Orion Pax, have you been performing alchemy again?” Sentinel’s voice was shrill and full of disbelieving anger as he pointed an accusatory digit right into Orion’s facial plates. Rude. “You know how dangerous that is, especially in the mines! Those veins are explosive as it is, if you do even one thing wrong and something blows up - “ 

“Relax, Sen, I know what I’m doing,” Orion said soothingly. He paused. “Mostly.” 

Sentinel made a choking noise. 

“It’s okay, this batch is the best so far.” Bee promised Sentinel, which only seemed to stress him out more. “It totally worked on you, and you’re way bigger than this guard bot!” 

Sentinel sat down with a heavy thud and buried his helm in his servos. “You fragging drugged me with a powder that you made without an actual education? I’m going to abandon you both here and never come back. I hope you both die.” 

Woops. 

“To be fair, it was for a good cause.” Orion laughed as he ushered Bee closer to the control console for the feeds, absentmindedly pushing aside the guard, who rolled away on his chair to the corner, snoring all the while. “Remember when you said you’d been training so hard that you didn’t get to recharge for three solar cycles straight?” 

“That doesn’t mean you just drug me! Even if it’s for my own good!” 

“We gave you a facial while you were out,” Bee said assuringly, squeezing Sentinel’s helm between his servos as he did, which was comical considering the size difference between the two. Against what seemed to be Sentinel’s better judgment, he relaxed and grumbled about how terrible they both were as Bee skidded over to the console and stared at it for a second. 

“What is it?” Orion asked after another beat of silence. “Is it too - “

“Got it,” Bee said, and his digits flew across the board without thought after that, his usually exasperated expressions schooled into one of concentration as various lines of code began to pop up across the screens. “Disabling live feed recordings, rerouting guard lines, mhm…” 

Orion sat back and watched in fond admiration as Bee continued to work. 

While Sentinel had been essential in that he was literally the only one out of all of them who could even reach Titan’s Hold in the first place, Bee was the one who could ensure that they didn’t get caught. Orion was okay at hacking at best, and Sentinel pretty much broke everything he touched, but Bee was an actual whiz at the stuff. 

That, too, was a bit thanks to Sentinel, since he often tried to sneak Orion and Bee datapads from the library whenever he could, even if he would get in way too much trouble if one of the higher caste members found an aristocrat trying to educate miners, much less lower caste. 

It made Orion eternally grateful to both his friends who always put their afts on the line for his schemes, but it also made him wonder what life would have been like if he and Bee weren’t Caste Level 0. Would Bee have been a scouting or surveillance member for the Elite Guard? He certainly had the processor for it, though it was all being wasted on mining, which Bee’s tiny frame wasn’t well suited for. 

What would Orion have been? A warframe, maybe? A guard? Or maybe something else, like an archivist. The idea of him being part of the data caste was laughable to think about, but at least then, he would have been middle caste, and better yet, he would have had a cog. 

Subconsciously, Orion’s digits drifted to the middle of his chassis, where a circular hole remained. 

“Got it!” Bee chirped excitedly, his finials waving around in astonishment as he took a step back and gazed at the screens in awe. “Wow. Dude. I just hacked a government system! A highly secured government system!” 

“I expected nothing less,” Orion said both earnestly and happily as he gave Bee a brief side hug. “Now, where do we go from here?” 

“The files on M… Megatron’s location should be in here somewhere,” Sentinel grumbled from behind them. He still stumbled over the name like it was taboo, but at least he wasn’t pouting anymore as he loomed over the both of them and contemplated the screens, rubbing his chin plate in thought. “At least I think. Ultra isn’t super into the, uh, more delicate sides of things.” 

“I guess that makes sense,” Orion said, his finials waving around in thought. “He must be too big for keypads. Kind of crush it to bits just by pressing a digit onto one, right?” 

“You’re really stupid, I hope you know.” Sentinel deadpanned, but he was smiling, so that was a win for Orion. 

“Hmm,” Bee said, tapping around in a manner that suggested he’d done this hundreds of times, and not just hacked into the system only a few kliks prior. Now that they were actually inside the prison and had pushed past the more dangerous parts of their goal, it seemed he was finally relaxing, and was even bouncing slightly on the balls of his pedes as he enthusiastically pointed at something. “Oh! Here!” 

Orion drifted closer and squinted. 

It was a map, though maybe the better word was blueprint. It was intricate and filled with delicate lines of code as well as drifting sigils of Cybertronian, but when he tilted his helm and stared right where Bee’s digit was poking at, he let out a vent of both shock and relief. 

“That’s near where we are now.” Orion said carefully. He was surprised just by how close it was, actually. “Wait, this doesn’t make sense. If Megatron is in this place, shouldn’t he be in the most fortified cell?” 

“He is.” Sentinel grunted as he also drew close and looked at the screen with scrutinizing optics. He cursed, low and filled with static, as his own digit began to trace the cell where a single name, Megatron, floated within. “Look. He’s in cell 99, which is both the closest and highly defended room here. It’s so they can keep a close eye on him and have guards tackle him if he ever tries to escape. Plus, this security area is buffered by a thick wall of lead and encryption codes that I doubt even Ultra would know. It’s - scrap!” 

“What?” Both Bee and Orion shouted. 

“There’s no way in,” Sentinel said, shaking his helm and pinching the bridge of his nose. “I should have realized. It’s not like the other cells, where there’s a key or something. Unless either of you brought explosives - which I hope you haven’t, but I wouldn’t put it past you - and you want to break out the most notorious enemy of the state, then there’s nothing else we can do.” 

They fell silent, staring at the lines of code, and Orion didn’t know what to do as his spark sank in his chassis. 

Was that it, then? All this effort and trouble for nothing? It was abhorrent to think about. Orion had practically been buzzing with adrenaline since the moment he got this idea, though once again, his enthusiasm got the best of him. It dreaded him to think he would have to force himself to watch Megatron’s trial on projection instead of getting to see him bot to bot. 

It disturbed something in him to realize that this bot, this Cybertronian, whom Orion had previously never even seen, would be shown to him kneeling in front of the council as his very first viewing. Megatron was without a doubt cruel and blasphemous, a threat not only to Iacon but Primus himself, but… still. 

Hope began to flicker away, leaving behind nothing but tired and defeated accept, only for his finials to snap up when Bee suddenly made a small noise of surprise. 

“What is it?” Orion asked, trying to mask his eagerness and failing. 

“Well,” Bee said slowly. His optics were wide as he zoomed in on something. It looked kind of like a tunnel outlined to resemble a rectangle, and he hesitantly gestured to it. “There’s technically one other way we could get in instead of blowing this place to bits.” 

“You’re right,” Sentinel said with a rather dramatic amount of distress. “Dammit.” 

“What is it?” Orion asked, clutching onto Bee’s arm in urgency. “Come on, tell me!” 

“It’ll be a bit of a tight squeeze.” Bee admitted, and there was a bit of a sheepish, apologetic smile on his face as he pointed at something to their right. “But it could work! Theoretically.” 

Orion followed the direction of Bee’s digit, and his optics blinked in surprise at what he saw. 

A vent. 

[here-to-read-and-write]

Team 141 seeing female reader take off her shirt to train with her friend and seeing she has scars all over her body because she was tortured (burned, knife cuts, bullet wounds, whipped, ect) and reader having a visible pack (I don't care how many packs)

And the boys feeling sympathy for her but also blushing at her body ☻️🤭

You can decline if ya want I don't mind

Should I make Konïg, Las Vargas maybe even add Graves and Valeria versions?

TF 1-4-1: Ghost, Soap, John, Gaz.

don't forget to leave request!!! please!

warning: Torture, no details given. Horny men...little innocent reader, English isn't my first language, my writing!

It was a hot day, and luckily the team didn't have any mission. So they were chilling in the training ground.

It was intimating to see a group of tall and build men sitting and staring at the horizon. Weird too, isn't it? but not when you follow the line where their eyes were so focused on.

In the distance, you stood. Back straight up, as your friends chat with each other. You, on the other hand, were standing waiting for something.

From under the shade, they could see all your expressions, or rather the lack of them. At least, they could admire the stars in your eyes, your pouting plump lips.

It wasn't strange for the TF 1-4-1 to admire you from afar. It became a habit they picked. If you give them a chance they will worship the ground you walked on, not like they aren't already.

They just don't want to hide it anymore, but for now, it will do until you notice their efforts, then maybe things will be different, it all depends on you.

"First, it will be (Y/N) against (your friend's name)" Queu to a groan and a few complaints, while you emotionlessly walked pulling off your mask, and your t-shirt. Leaving yourself bare with only a sports bra as a cover.

It caught the 1-4-1 off guard, especially Ghost, who noticed the ghost's hands, each one holding a breast.

Here comes the train of unholy thoughts.

It sends waves of arousal to warm their stomach and crawl up their spine, as they drank in your form. Each curve, each scares, every inch of you was been craved in their minds.

The men turn away shifting from one foot to another uncomfortably trying to ease the blood rushing down there if you know what I mean.

Some were rubbing their eyes and faces as if it was trying to get rid of the image of you standing there... In only a bra and military pants, but we both know that they were craving it in their mind for later. All for everyone to see, causing a fit of jealousy to bloom in their chest.

Damn you and your body. They thought. Fighting the strong urge to relieve themselves, which could be only done in the bedroom away from prying eyes.

Here comes another unholy thought.

Didn't you know the effect you had on them? Or maybe you know, either way, you really need to stop teasing, or punishment may be the only way for you to understand what you made feel.

They all groaned, for god's sake, they were grown-ass men, not some high school girls stalking their crush.

Fuck!

Why their pants are getting tight?

It was weird for you to show some skins, not like you didn't look great. You looked more than great, but after one horrifying mission, you stopped showing even your hands.

Ghost was present with you that day. He had to watch unable to do anything, as they torture you over and over again for days, and the scars on your body were proof of what you had been through. You screamed still hunting his mind, verytime he closed or opened his eyes.

He blamed himself every second of the day, because if he had listened to you and didn't leave you alone, you may have been able to fight the enemy together, and neither you nor him, would have been captured.

You ran a hand through your hair, before putting in a high ponytail. Getting in your position and the boys remarked how your eyes were closed. You didn't even open them when your friend was attacking you left and right. You avoided all attacks, without breaking a sweat. As if you sense his movement, your movements were smooth too. Much different form military training.

Price, unlike the others, was more interested in your abilities Why are you lying? he had read your files. All he could say that is he was impressed. He tried getting you on his team, unfortunately, you had taken two years off the military to heal from your last mission.

He had heard from Lasweel, that you looked like a mummy when the doctors were done. They say it was a miracle that you survived, sadly, the scars will be forever graved on your body, just the memories in your mind.

Now you were back, with a few rumours lit up like fire in the woods about you. They were all absurd of course, yet some seem to believe them, resulting in them avoiding you like the plague, but you didn't seem to mind. Actually, he had noticed how agitated you become when you share the same space as someone else.

You are always tensed and on guard, whenever someone was talking to you, the only person who you seemed to ease around was Soap, who the moment notice your packs accidentally when you were training together, was stuck like the glue to your side.

You never pushed him, you responded to every question he asked, like patient parents with their children, and somehow you were able to understand his weird choice of words, and even then you spoke few words, only listening and humming along the way.

That gave Gaz some courage, to try and talk to, and boy did he feel bad!

Gaz was one of the people who believed the absurd rumours. He found them to be real. You never tried to prove him wrong, until, he sat by your side, as you prepare something to eat.

Soap had practically dragged him, to meet his crush you. For a movie night. You didn't speak much, you just listen attentively to each word that comes out of Soap's mouth, and he could a crossed smile, even it was small each time Soap throw a joke, no matter how bad it was.

He watched you all night eyes only focusing on you. In his mind, he was watching waiting for one wrong move, while his heart was memorizing each part of, each move and the reason behind it. Maybe that's how he knew you well.

You didn't do anything that night that proves that you were the person in the rumours. You weren't arrogant, and even with the little emotion you had shown, he was able to conclude that you were a good person, just broken.

That's how you become close with Gaz, not like how you were with Soap but enough for you to salute him or pat his shoulder or head. Which always flustered him.

A few minutes into the fight with your friend and you already tackled them. You, on top of them, hand behind their back comfortable setting on their back.

They start wiggling under you, and for a moment 1-4-1 halted in their movement eyes intensely watching your breast bounce.

"Fuck" they cursed under their breath. They knew it will be better to leave, yet their body refused to obey their brain and move.

You turn to get your shirt and gear and leave when you saw 1-4-1 standing under the shade. You politely waved but none of them seems to notice you, from where you stood, you could see the tips of their ears red, some were hiding their faces between their arm supporting their weight with the metal bars in front of them.

You, being the innocent female lead, you titled your head, worried that the sun may be the cause of their redness.

You took the bottles before walking to them after it you offered them to them. They all took it gratefully before shrugging in down.

You escorted them back inside, as you watched them walking. You took notice of the awkwardness in the air, with a hint of ginger and peppermint. You knew what it was.

They were scent caused by sex pheromones, so why do they smell like that?

Oh, if only you knew!

[ashimetsu]

【Oh kiss me, won't you?】

: ̗̀➛ the nrc boys' takes on kissing : ̗̀➛ characters: riddle rosehearts, deuce spade, jade leech, jamil viper, trey clover, jade leech, malleus draconia, azul ashengrotto, ace trappola

: ̗̀➛ warnings: some suggestive (azul, malleus) : ̗̀➛ words: 2.6k : ̗̀➛ [a/n]: short drabbles based on different ways of kissing! might extend some of these into full lengths fics We'll See... for now, enjoy!

【Riddle Rosehearts】 -cheek kisses

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"I've told you before, Prefect, you should work harder on keeping yourself presentable."

In a secluded hallway, Riddle has pulled you aside to readjust your tie that had supposedly gone haywire sometime earlier that day. You didn't notice, and it seems Grim and the others didn't either, or didn't bother to tell you. Regardless of how this situation arrived, you and Riddle are intimately close. His deft hands work on the silk knot as he scolds you for tarnishing Ramshackle's name (as if it had a reputation to begin with). Securing the final tie, a small smile appears on his face as he admires his work.

"Aren't you forgetting something, Riddle?"

He shoots you a puzzled look that meets the smirk on your face, a delicate finger pointing to your own cheek. Connecting the dots, Riddle's face flares in a shade matching his own hair. He glances from side to side, assuring the coast is clear before heeding your wishes. Using one hand, Riddle gently thumbs your cheek while leaning into the other, placing a soft kiss. Flowers bloom where his lips were pressed a moment ago, fleeting and leaving a feeling of warmth in your body. You grin at his flushed face and return the favor, in turn, Riddle's face erupts into a more violent shade of crimson.

"See you, Riddle. Pull me aside if my tie needs fixing again."

You turn and stroll to your next class, practically hearing (and ignoring) the steam blow out of his ears.

【Deuce Spade】 -forehead kisses

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Shivering in the chilly weather that's managed to sustain through late March, you eagerly stand in the sidelines of the track field to watch your boyfriend's race.

Sage's Island winters were tough. Snow begins in late October and sustain until late March, until a random snowstorm attacks in April. The on-and-off of warm and cold weather has been getting on your nerves, today being no exception. An icy wind bites at your nose, practically the only part of your skin exposed to the elements. Though the 30 degree weather is better than January's negative temps, you're angry that it's cold in March in the first place. Seething, you hardly notice a tall figure loitering in front of you.

"You look a little cold, Prefect." A gentle voice snaps you out of your rage for winter. Anger dissipates as you look up at Deuce, whose smile could melt all the snow on the island.

"I should be the one asking you that, aren't you freezing in that?" Deuce's outfit consists of a thin long sleeved shirt under his jersey, along with matching black tights under his shorts. The compressed clothes cling to his frame, lining toned arms so you can see every muscle underneath. It reminds you how you didn't fall in love with him just for his dorky personality.

"Running keeps me warm, don't worry about me," he chuckles, taking a step towards you. Caressing your cheeks with both hands, he moves to place his warm lips square on your forehead. He's an oven, and you can't seem to get close enough to absorb his excess heat. After too short of a time together, he pulls away, taking his visible warmth shown on his cheeks with him too.

"Uh, I hope you enjoy the race," he stammers, realizing what he's just done. You smile back at Deuce, his glow radiating through your body for the rest of the day.

【Jade Leech】 -hand kisses

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Crash!

Stars spin in your vision as you take in the situation. Surrounded by broken plates and scattered silverwear, pain begins to bloom on your rear. Although you've been working as a waitress at Mostro Lounge for some time now, mistakes still happen. You just didn't expect who you crashed into.

"My, Prefect, I didn't see you turning the corner. Apologies, it seems I got caught up in bussing tables."

As your vision clears, a hand is extended towards you. You look up to see a pair of mismatched eyes peering down at you. Jade's seemingly innocent grin invites you to take his hand, which you graciously accept. His firm hand pulls you to your feet, being careful that you aren't injured by the broken glass. As you take your stand, Jade wraps an arm around your waist to support you.

"Ugh, I didn't think I'd crash to the floor like that." You rub your temple as you begin to regain your awareness, absorbing the situation at hand. His grip tightens as you lean into his side, taking full advantage of his kindness.

"You really ought to look where you're going," he pauses, tucking a lock of your messy hair behind your ear and bringing your hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles. "Else," he continues, "you may hurt yourself again."

His cool stare into your eyes as he spoke sent a shiver down your spine and a warm glow to your cheeks. Although your pain dissipated from a simple kiss, Azul ended up letting you go home early, allowing you to rest from the collision. Your "rest" consisted of replaying today's earlier incident over and over in your head.

【Jamil Viper】 -eyelid kisses

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"You're welcome to study with me at Scarabia, I can give you a few pointers for the upcoming exam."

The sun had set a few hours ago, and studying was beginning to feel fruitless in Jamil's room. The two of you set up a work station on his bed, papers sprawled across the comforter. A small lamp cast a warm glow across his concentrated face, still fully focused on studying for the upcoming potions exams. You clocked out of studying about an hour ago, scribbling to appear busy so Jamil wouldn't scold you. The dim lighting, comfortable bed, and boring subject matter were the perfect conditions for you to slowly doze to sleep.

Jamil knew you haven't been studying for the past hour, as seen by your doodles now visible to him after you began sleeping soundly. He let out a small chuckle, there was no way Jamil couldn't be angry at you when you looked so peaceful sleeping. He began to organize your notes, placing them on the nightstand. Jamil pulled an extra blanket over you after noticing a chill run over your body.

"Jamil?" you mumble, eyes fluttering open from the blanket covering you. "W-what time is it?"

"Don't worry about going back to Ramshackle tonight. Stay the night here, it's too late to head back now. Could be dangerous." Jamil smiles as if he planned for this to happen.

"Mm, 'kay," you whisper, refusing to argue with his point. It was late anyways, and Jamil's bed was much comfier than the long walk back to your own. Jamil must have been satisfied with his answer, smiling once you closed your eyes and nestled into his sheets. As you lie still, he leans over and places a soft kiss on your eyelids.

"Sleep well, Prefect."

【Trey Clover】 -crook of elbow kisses

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"A little ballroom dancing, whaddya say?"

A few days ago, Trey invited you to be his "date" for a Heartslabyul ballroom dancing event, as a part of an unusual unbirthday party. You thought yourself as more of a dancing partner, but Trey seemed to treat you more like a date instead, intertwining your hands and holding you close around the waist. He couldn't help himself, your sleeveless red dress drew him to you, caressing you as much as he could. You felt the same towards him, his black tux with red accents complimented your dress, making you two the perfect pair at the dance.

"You look stunning tonight, I can barely keep myself away," he whispered, twirling and dipping you slightly, putting an even greater height advantage over you. You giggled at his confession, thinking his lovey-dovey mood was cute. Trey has shown interest in you before, but now he's seizing this opportunity to show you how he really feels. Swinging you back up to standing position, he raises your hand above your head, exposing the soft flesh of your inner arm. While holding eye contact, Trey presses his face into your forearm, slowly sliding his lips to the crook of your elbow, planting a light kiss. He hums as you squirm in his arm, not used to the sudden affection from Trey.

"Trey, you're embarrassing me."

"Heh, my bad."

【Floyd Leech】 -shoulder kisses

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"Mmm, it's too early to get up yet..."

Dim light peeks through the blinds as morning dawns, waking wildlife all around, except Floyd Leech, who is currently attached to your side, chest glued to your back as he squeezes your waist with his long arms. You tried to escape his grasp earlier, but he's relentlessly held onto you, maybe as a means of preventing the day from starting. More time spent laying by your side is time well spent for Floyd.

You accept defeat and huff out a sigh. Floyd wasn't letting go anytime soon, might as well enjoy his warm figure to melt into. Once you stop struggling, Floyd captures his prey and presses his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling the scent of your skin. He can never get tired of this, sucking in as much of you as he possibly can. Floyd's clingy nature is evident by the way he protectively holds your body for hours at a time, refusing to let you go before he's ready to get up too.

He feels your body relax, sinking his head further down your body. Floyd's nose rests atop your shoulder, breaths steadily escaping his nose and tickling your collarbone. You feel warm lips press against your shoulder, fleeting, but ending with a quick nip of his razor sharp teeth.

"Ow. Just for that I should force you out of bed."

"...Five more minutes."

【Malleus Draconia】 -collarbone kisses

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"The stars are beautiful tonight, aren't they, darling?"

Malleus greets you at the door to his room, dressed to the nines in a black tux with an emerald green pocket square peeking from his suit. He can hardly hold in his grin as he soaks in your appearance; a sleek black dress shaping your curves and small jade earrings decorating your ears. Malleus waves Silver away, who kindly escorted you to Malleus' room at this time of night. A few days ago, your boyfriend sent a letter requesting your presence for an outing, dressed in your absolute best. You were nervous that the dress wasn't up to par, but from Malleus' hungry looks, it appears that your choice was perfect.

"Come in my dear, I have something special for you."

You follow the prince into his quarters, which is completely dark, save for the moonlight shining through the open window. The chilly breeze adds to the elusive atmosphere of Malleus' dorm, attracting you to the enigma that is Malleus Draconia. Next to the window stands a tall, floor-length mirror. While checking your appearance, suddenly, Malleus appears behind you, nearly making you jump. His tall figure and broad shoulders tower over your body, reminding you just how small you are next to the prince of Briar Valley. Your heart speeds up as he makes his brooding presence known.

Malleus reaches around your neck and places a cool pendant to your warm skin, burning an imprint of the metal onto the crest of your clavicle. Silver metal adorned with two green gems illuminate your bare neck, completing your outfit. You look up from the pendant to see his face congruent to yours, whispering into your ear.

"It's a family heirloom, my love. It's been passed down from generation to generation in the Draconia bloodline." His voice lowers, raspy vocals tickling the fine hairs lining your ears. "You'll help me continue my bloodline, won't you?"

Your face heats up at the implication of his words and the prized heirloom now placed on your neck. It nearly feels weightless now, having adjusted to the temperature of your skin. Malleus' lips are still centimeters from your ear, though short-lived, as his face continues to travel down your neck, resting adjacent to your newfound necklace. He plants a kiss on the peak of your collarbone, just next to your new heirloom. You can feel a smile spread across his lips, knowing that he's claimed you as his own.

【Azul Ashengrotto】 -thigh kisses

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"You're taunting me, aren't you?"

Face to face with ocean blue eyes lined with a mischievous glint, Azul has you trapped with both hands flat on his desk. You sat yourself on his work, forcing him to pay attention to you. Although most fall into Azul's schemes, you know exactly how to press his buttons and get what you want. Your legs dangle off his desk, brushing against his, eliciting a response of something close to a sigh. You lean close to his ear, voice raising barely above a whisper.

"Kiss me, Azul."

The lips would be too easy, wouldn't it? If you're going to play games with him, he would surely be a tough competitor. He leans his face close to your lips, pausing just before contact. Your eyes travel to Azul's gloved hands that are finding comfort in squeezing your thighs. He doesn't break eye contact as a thumb brushes underneath the hem of your skirt, rubbing small circles while breathing on your lips, feigning the kiss you so desire. Slowly, Azul brings himself down to a kneel in front of you, hands still massaging your soft flesh. Pushing your left leg open, he ghosts his lips above your inner thigh, teasing a kiss you've desired since he walked into his office.

"As you wish, princess."

Cool lips like ice cubes press onto your contrasting warm skin, sending a tingling sensation through your spine. Azul isn't short with it either, peppering kissing along your thigh until his once-cool lips match your body temperature. You comb your fingers through his silk silver locks as he rests his cheek along your thigh, soaking in your warmth and accepting your comforting hold. You both rest in silence, appreciating each other's presence.

【Ace Trappola】 -temple kisses

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"What's that, are you scared of getting caught?"

Ocean waves lap over the white sand. You're sat snugly against your boyfriend's chest while looking over the glittering stars, just outside of Royal Sword Academy. Ace had the slick idea of sneaking out during the academy's Founding Day to watch the fireworks with you. Though a troublemaker through and through, his sense of romance is endearing to you. For once, the two of you are silent, absorbing the gentle sounds of incoming waves, distant chatter of the academy, and the slow rise and fall of each other's breaths. You could have fallen asleep here from how calming the atmosphere was.

"Don't sleep on me, Prefect!" Ace whisper-shouts, squeezing your sides. "The show's starting!"

Looking out at the sky encompassed before you, bright and colorful lights begin flaring, the boom following shortly after. The two of you are entranced by the light show, each successive firework grander than the one before. Ace looks over at you, fondly smiling from the pure child-like wonder on your face. Have you ever seen fireworks before? He'd have to prod and poke at you about that later. Right now, Ace wants nothing more than to just paint your cute expression into his memories forever.

Without thinking, he pulls your head closer to him, pressing a firm kiss onto your temple. You stiffen initially, then relax into his touch and melt in his arms. Though unpredictable⎯and rather mean sometimes⎯Ace really did care about you.