#this post should contain twice as many 'fuck's

[jaslan4f1]

Trick me once, Trick me twice C.L Part 4

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Notes: english is not my native language so this may contain consistency errors, i would really appreciate the corrections but please, be kind. feedback is also appreciated ♡

Summary: Charles is the best friend of your brother Max. You both hate each other…that’s what you thought but then something happened.

Hey guys, sorry for the wait. I have many final exams going on and it was really stressing the last weeks. But here is the new chapter and I hope you will like it.

You said in your bed and scrolled through instagram. You looked at some stories in your feed till you reached Charles story. He posted a video in which he played piano. You knew that he played piano but you have never actually heard him play. You didn’t even think about your reaction and clicked on the heart in the corner. You liked Charles story for the first time. After the moment in the bathroom two weeks ago you haven’t seen Charles at your brothers apartment. You didn’t rethink his action because he was busy and you were not interested in seeing him. Or so you thought…fact was that you thought about your moment a lot. It was like a cat and mouse game and you knew that Charles never was interested in something serious. But why were you even think this way when you hated him? You could think about Charles and his behaviour towards you when you heard your door being opened. “Hey sorry I just wanted to check if you’re still alive“ Max said and walked to the end of your bed. “Morning yeah sorry I just wanted to get my beauty sleep“ you both laughed. “What do you think if we take my boot and have lunch there?“ You smiled at his idea but imminently asked him “I’m in but who do you exactly mean with we?“. He laughed at your question “Oh just you, Kelly, me and probably some drivers. I have asked Lando and Charles to join us“ he answered you. “So you are in for it, right?“ He asked again. You just nodded. Was is a good idea to see the Ferrari driver on the boot the first time after your moment? “I am sure that Kelly can help you figure out what you can wear“ Max said and his cooky grin made you roll your eyes at him. “How did you even…“ , “I am your brother Y/N“ he said and walked out of your room.

An hour later you and Kelly stood in front of your dresser trying to figure out what to wear. “So do you wanna wear his colour?“ She shyly asked. First you didn’t understood what she meant but then it clicked. “You mean…“ you stared “Red yes“ she finished. You looked in your dresser and saw a beautiful red summer dress hanging next to a bright orange dress. You liked teasing him so you decided against the red dress. “Really you’re going looking like a McLaren fan today“ Kelly said aas she saw you coming out of your bathroom moments later. “Yeah but I wear this underneath it“ you said and showed her the red bikini you had on. She looked at you a smirk forming on her lips “you naughty girl“. 30 minutes later you stood on Maxs boot waiting for the McLaren and Ferrari diver. You looked up from your phone when you heard Landos voice. “Hey little Verstappen“ Lando said as he hugged you. “Hey were the same age so don’t little me“ you responded. Then you saw the person standing behind him. Charles fucking Leclerc. His eyes were already on you. You had the feeling that you forgot how to breath. “Orange suits you, you should wear it more often and join the McLaren crew“ Lando said and you looked at him and gave him a fast smile. “I’ll think about it“ was your only respond. Sure Lando was handsome and you did flirted with him a few times at races but it came never to your mind to date him or anything. Your attention was now again on the driver in front of you. His eyes scanned your outfit. Of course he thought you looked beautiful in anything but seeing you in a other drivers colour made his blood boil. “Hello to you too“ you said. He didn’t respond but gave you a hug. His lips reached your ear “Sure orange suits you but I would prefer you in my colour“ he said as he kissed your ear. With that he left you speechless. 20 minutes later you all sat at the table waiting for your food. The boys stared to talk about the upcoming races and you and Kelly discussed your planes for the upcoming weekend. “What about on Saturday we go to that new Mall I told you about“ Kelly said. “On Saturday she can’t we have planes there“ Charles voice interrupted both of you. “We have?“ You said quickly followed by Maxs, Kellys and Landos “You have what?“. “Hmm yeah Y/N wanted me to show her how to play piano. We started talking about it after my story yesterday and I offered her my help“ Charles said and gave you a smile. You decided to play along. “But I thought you didn’t like to play instruments“ Max said and looked at you with his sceptical look. “People can change“ was the only thing you could respond before the food arrived.

a/n; Hi guys, I hope you like this post. If you have any ideas, share them please.

[hoiststowline]

white fences

dead end x female reader originally posted on my ao3 here! tw: slightly suggestive & swearing

"You're the biggest dumbass I've ever met," The venom interlaced within shallow words accompanies the once-over offered to the mech, eyes surveying him top to bottom. "Literally."

Though teetering on the edge of completely going ballistic, he swallows the first retort that comes to mind in an effort to calm the impending argument. "Is that a joke?" He asks, peering down at you curiously, a little more than a smirk blistering on his mouth. "That's gotta be a joke."

The recoil he doesn't expect, watching as your shoulders slump forward as if to curl in on yourself. "It's so cold," A visible exhale displays a pang of worry, immediately understanding that this situation was the furthest from ideal. "If I lose a finger, it's all your fault, Dee." 

"Aren't you a ray of sunshine," The mech drops to one knee, venturing to reason with you though he does a horrible job of executing such. He finds himself now closer to your level, yet you remain sulking in his shadow. "I thought you were the optimist between us." 

The nastiest look he's ever received is thrown over your shoulder, and Dead End notices your shivering form and trembling lips, clearly uncomfortable. The only resource about organics he had blatant access to was you, and even then your demeanor only sent a beat of guilt throughout his processor. "Alright, alright. I get it,"

"Do you?" A persistent wave of regret washes over you at the way your sentence contains so much resentment. Dead End was many things, but you weren't so sure compassion was a trait you'd voluntarily surrender to stroke his confidence. "I should strangle you for dragging me out here." 

At this, his brow raises suggestively, as if you inadvertently invited such a response. "Oh? I'd like to see you try, sweetheart," 

The chill of the air sweeps around you and sinks deeper into the cavern enough that you're positive the warmness to your cheeks is nothing short of an embarrassment, only feeding his ego. "Dumbass," You repeat, crossing your arms over each other to keep the heat in. "I hate you." 

That allows a latent droop of his shoulders, subconsciously allowing his disappointment to show. You barely blink, half a second passes and a snarl has raised to his dermas, pushing off the dirt to glower down at you menacingly. "This ain't all my fault, slaghead," 

You never received a proper translation for the term, even if he's called you it more times than you care to count, but in this instance, it was not in the form of endearment. "Oh? Who's it is?" Spinning slowly around the cavern, you fail to find another soul as sarcasm bubbles up your throat and rears its ugly head. "I don't see anybody else!" 

"I-" His voice box hitches, optics catching the opening just a couple hundred yards north. The snowstorm was wildly unexpected, a hiccup in a long road trip he hadn't necessarily thought out well. He's the one who dragged you along, and set you up for promise of fun, only to stray off the major highways and end up in the middle of nowhere. 

To be absolutely fair, your navigation device did promise this was the quickest route. But Dead End would rather choke than try and point that out now and have you more disappointed with him. You're more angry than anything, but he's more concerned with your well-being than acknowledging he fucked up. "Fine y/n, whatever-" 

Dead End's dealt with nasty beings twice his size, and for some reason, no interactions are comparable to the vexation that you outwardly radiate. "Whatever?! Oh, you're the worst." 

One finger in particular seems to silently convey how you feel about it all as you hold it high enough for him to see, marching onwards into the cave in the opposite direction of the only exit. "y/n if you go in any further, you're going to get lost," He can't control the condescending tone of his voice, but it contradicts the yearn for you to believe him.

"Anywhere is better than here." Numb hands fumble to find your coat pockets, grabbing your phone before switching on the built-in flashlight. "I'm gonna go try and find a signal." 

His communication device was no help either, all a static reply on any channel he tried. "Would you cut it out?" You don't riposte, struggling up the small incline as your soles weren't meant for such a climb. "y/n, cut the slag, you're being the dumbass right now," 

Still, you continue onwards. Dead End rejoins you easily, matching your five paces in one long, loping stride, standing over you unimpressed. "Dude, seriously, leave me alone." 

A frustrated sigh escapes chapped lips, nearly dropping your phone as another more persistent shiver wracks your body. He's tempted to let you try and scramble up such a short incline, but he promised he'd keep you safe and wasn't to just let you get hurt because he was overwrought. "You're gonna fall." 

Then, short yelp tears from your mouth as you eventually do lose your footing, aggravation sending piercing jolts through your veins. The frustration that was slowly eating you up inside was finally free, the sting of tears welling within glassy eyes as you take your karma with as much dignity as you can, waiting painfully for Dee's relentless teasing. 

Your ass would be sore, and so would your amour propre, but the fall was not that far if you could even call the slip-up such. 

From Dead End's perspective, he's watching you fall in slow motion. A cruel joke, seeing an awful premonition pass his processor, leaving a shout breaking free as he lunged forward, scooping you into two servos as he hit the Earth with an alarmingly loud thud. 

Before you can ask if he's alright, he deposits you gently onto the ground as two massive hands slam on either side of you, successful in caging you in. "I fragging said you were going to get hurt!" His face looms so close, enough that your eyes catch all the small scars that litter his plating, nicks, and blemishes that were so minor, but easily seen by your surprised stare. "I know you're mad at me, but you don't have to be an idiot!" 

He hates the way you blink up at him, all doe-eyed, and the twinge of red that overtakes the apples of your cheeks. Catching your dumbfounded reaction, he becomes worried you're hurt, or more displeased with him for practically screaming in your face- when he catches the tears that brim to the surface, then run rivers down your icy skin. 

"Shit!" You hiss, scrambling beneath him, kicking backward on shaky knees in a futile effort to retreat. "Dee-"

Using the end of your sleeve, you scrub the tears away, but it's mostly in vain. He's seen them, felt their vividness in his spark, and wants nothing more than to erase such a picture from his memories. "Stop callin' me that." This is what comes out first, one servo lifting off the dirt to tug you rearwards, two digits gently pinching the fabric accessible at the bottom of your coat. "Are you okay?" 

"Are you?" You retort, shooing his hand away. "You just probably cracked your windshield," 

Your endeavor is futile as his strength outmatches yours by miles, a knuckle running along your cheek to catch a rogue tear. He opts to ignore you, understanding that all his systems were in working order and none were damaged. "Are you going to listen to me now?" There's a rumble in his voice, he isn't aggravated, but more so troubled by seeing you in emotions he's yet to perceive you in. "Brat," 

While most of the blame could be dumped directly on Dead End, you weren't being entirely fair in your nasty comments and obnoxious attitude. Not sure where it all came from, perhaps the accumulation of everything that has gone wrong, your lips flub as an apology lingers on your tongue. "I'm sorry," You say, feeling your heart sink into your stomach. "I'm being difficult, this is just as much my fault as it is yours." 

As if he wasn't expecting your plea for forgiveness, the red mech falters, nearly buckling under his weight as his joints creak ever so slightly. He doesn't believe you, lowering himself so that his chassis brushes your knees, noses nearly touching, vying to read the lies he can find in your face.

But he doesn't find what he expects, just that exasperating human honesty that twinkles in the iris' of your eyes. "Learned your lesson?" He gravels, an ex-vent following shortly after. 

"Yes," You squeak, unsure of where all your defiance has gone. You've never been afraid of Dead End, he was an enigma that you cared to figure out more than anything. "Can you-?"

His knuckle still rests atop your skin, warming the area wholly. "Can I what?" 

He knows, provokingly so, but wants you to say it. The heat that he radiates is intense, knotting your words in your throat as a jumbled whine echoes instead. "Ugh," Is what ultimately transpires, using one whole hand to push one of his fingers away. He allows it, of course, he's the one in control given your massive size difference. "I hope you did crack your windshield," 

At this, he drops the extra handful of inches, now using a forearm for support as his unoccupied hand cradles your side, thumb pressed gingerly into your thigh. "Shut up." The edges of his plating dig restlessly into your skin, but he doesn't perch any more of his weight onto your lower body. Instead, he presents the notion that you now have sway, waiting for you to complete the action. 

Tiny fingers find either of his cheeks, soaking in the mellowness that protrudes from his metallic skin, wordlessly conceding, though you wanted it as well. Initially, navigating was weird and consisted of bumping noses and noiseless breaths, but Dead End presented a softness you never knew him to have, leaving a trail of kisses up your neck and eventually landing on your lips.

Dee's careful. If there is one thing he hates more than seeing you hurt, it's seeing that he's the one who caused the harm. He's rough, but part of him likes that you challenge his snarky attitude, knowing there was something much more empathetic under all those layers of hardened metal. 

"You're infuriating," His words drip from his mouth like honey, gently pulling back as his thumb wanders a bit higher. "But you're so enticing," 

"You're no better," You breathe, cold air slowly fanning out before you. "You bring out the worst in me." 

"And what about it?" Once more, he dips downwards, lips pressing into the crook of your neck easily pushing aside the fabric of your coat. "Ugh, you are so cold."

A loud gasp bolts from your mouth as he ex-vents into your skin, the sensitive area rippled with his warm breath. "Dee-"

"I said stop callin' me that." He murmurs, but there's little gruffness or earnestness within his words. "S'not funny," 

Whimpering at his almost electrifying touch, you stifle another choke as his digit begins to rub circles on the inside of your thigh, his lips now carefully moving upwards to settle on the crown of your head. "I don't do it to be funny," You gulp, swallowing your heart. "I do it 'cause I love you." 

Dead End pauses, pulling back slightly, but not enough that you can meet his eyes. "What?" He asks, incredulity lacing his tone. "What did you just say to me?" 

"I love you," Firmer, and no hesitation rolls off your tongue. "How do you say it?" You scramble, the anxiety rising first that he doesn't quite understand what you're talking about, but the fear passes rather fast. The fist at your left clenches, taking a cloud of dirt with it as a contradicting laugh falls from his lips. Unable to read him, your fingers splay across his chin, attempting to yank his attention back to you. "If you're laughing in my face because I just said that, like actually genuinely, fuck you." 

Sensing your displeasure, he finally moves his attention fully to you, purple-tinted gaze gentle and full of apprehension, yet certainty together. "No. You said it right." Something gives way, he drops that hardened, arrogant demeanor, and presents a smile. "And I do love you too." He mumbles, averting his gaze at the tail end of his sentence as if he could never be seen going soft .

"You are such a drama queen," You squeal as he yanks his head back towards you, his digit moving higher, now brushing against the ticklish skin of your stomach. “God forbid you lose your bad boy facade for one second,”

He grins, dipping just close enough that you can hear his joints moving, leaving two kisses on each respective cheek before slipping a reply. “Facade? I’m hurt,”

“Grow up,” Stretching upwards, you kiss the tip of his nose. “I’m the one who’s gonna be stuck in here with you for however long,”

“Such a shame ,” Dead End challenges, his resident smirk returning. “Cry about it.”

The moment grasps you whole, only able to smile dumbly and offer a breathless laugh at his sarcastic reply. It’s a beautiful and mildly concerning feeling, wondering how you could have dropped your armor so quickly.

But it all comes back to the idea that you were never really certain you had armor up when it came to Dead End. He always seemed to shoulder his way through your layers of insecurities, and walls of doubt that others had built.

“It is a shame. Shame you look like that,” You suggest, a twinkle of mischief behind mirthful eyes.

The eye-roll you receive in return is unmatched, enough that he scoffs impatiently as his servo pulls from your thigh. “Can it, y/n. I've just about had enough of you." 

[bardofhype]

hello darkest dungeon and lobotomy corporation communities

i saw a post in the darkest dungeon tag talking about how DD was sort of like LobCorp, except with everything gothic instead of the Kabbalah. And though I didn't quite have thoughts about it at the moment of seeing it, I think I silently agreed with it, to the point where my brain went "hey you know what would be funny" so... here I am, about to assign all of Darkest Dungeon's heroes what I believe would be the EGO suits that best fit them. take this as a LobCorp DD au if you'd like, but either way, I'll put the list (and explanations for each) under the cut, for courtesy. Here we go.

Abomination - Cobalt Scar (Big and Will Be Bad Wolf) (Yes, this is going to be in alphabetical order. Bear with me.) For those who don't know much about Lobotomy Corporation, a lot of the Abnormalities/monsters in the facility are based off of urban legends and fairy tales from different corners of the globe, with a few grim twists here and there. Big and Will Be Bad Wolf (and a different Abno we'll get to pretty soon) is based off of Little Red Riding Hood, where- from the Wolf's point of view- he was expected to be bad, and his hunger ended up making that expectation his destiny. And. Well. It's Bigby we're talking about here. Dude is trying so hard to not be a terrifying monster, to keep it at bay... but sometimes it has to come out, whether he wants it to or not. And in Lobotomy Corporation... well, the agents themselves don't get to choose which EGO suits they have.

Antiquarian - Gold Rush (The King of Greed) This one was a little tougher to pin down, but I eventually decided to go with the semi-obvious choice. The King of Greed is one of three (technically four if you take Ruina into account) Abnormalities that are part of a Magical Girl group- heroes of the world who were corrupted in one way or another by different events. The one Josephine here has been assigned used to be the Magical Girl of Happiness, until that desire for happiness turned to obsession, which turned into greed- and she sealed herself inside a case of amber for the sin of ravenous hunger for every earthly pleasure there was. Josephine may not share such a desire so outwardly and for so many things, but she does have that eagle eye for valuables and shiny objects...

Arbalest - Bear Paws/The Forgotten (Happy Teddy Bear) Happy Teddy Bear is an Abnormality based around abandonment and memory, coming in the shape of... well, a giant stuffed teddy bear that's a little worse for wear after its child grew up and left it. Each Abnormality has a special ability that can trigger upon a certain condition being fulfilled, and Happy Teddy Bear's activates if you send the same employee to its containment twice in a row- in which it hugs the employee to death, not wanting to be abandoned again. Missandrei wasn't quite abandoned, but her backstory involving the death of innocence and being left on her own with nothing but a crossbow- not to mention one of her Crimson Court trinkets being a stuffed animal called Childhood Treasure- definitely makes her a good candidate for this. (Though it should be mentioned that she wouldn't have Happy Teddy Bear's EGO weapon, as it's too close range for her. She'd have Parasite Tree's crossbow. "what the fuck is a Parasite Tree" don't worry about it :] )

Bounty Hunter - Crimson Scar (Little Red Riding Hooded Mercenary) Told you we'd get to the other Little Red abno. Based on the titular character herself, Little Red Riding Hooded Mercenary follows a Little Red who's become a soldier for hire, hunting down the Wolf from her nightmares whenever she can, swearing that she will be the one to kill it. Hell, she has a mechanic where she'll breach containment if Big and Will Be Bad Wolf does so as well, just to fight him. It's nuts. You know Tardif would respect the shit out of that. And dare I say it, he might even see himself in the Abnormality, to an extent- dude has a Vengeful Kill List for a reason, and the both of them have some pretty deadly methods of dealing with their foes... "Does this imply Tardif and Bigby are enemies in this AU?" No, Bigby's just a lot more scared of Tardif that he would be normally, even when the big guy doesn't even have that much aggression towards him. Very funny "rivalry", if you can really call it that.

Crusader - Pink (Army in Pink/Black) Before you say anything, he has One Sin and Hundreds of Good Deed's EGO gift. I promise we'll get into the tasty religion Abnos later. Just lemme explain. Army in Pink/Black is one of the few Abnos in this whole thing where- if you hadn't checked the wiki beforehand and spoiled yourself- the game lies to you about what they are and you don't even know it. It starts out as a ZAYIN grade- the lowest threat level possible- and it seems to do nothing but benefit your employees at first. But then, when the conditions are right and it breaches... it wrecks hell, or it has the very good chance of doing so if you're not properly prepared. And after a good bit of time, it'll reveal it's actually an ALEPH- the highest threat level possible. It's still willing to benefit the facility even after all that, but... now you know you have to be careful around it, because it can and will destroy your shit. To me, that just kinda screams Reynauld. A guy with humble beginnings who simply signed onto the army to provide for his family, who then became an absolute powerhouse with little to no mercy. And I know the EGO set involves a gun, but like. Why not see what the holy knight can cook with that.

Duelist - Frost Splinter (The Snow Queen) Yeah I'm bring Darkest Dungeon II into this as well. Because the two new girlies deserve it. The Snow Queen is based on the story of the same name, where after a series of events, the titular character freezes the heart of someone who was led to her Snow Palace so that he could not feel the cold anymore. Not much of the story is important for the context of this list, but what is important is that her special ability involves freezing an employee and then having a different employee duel her for the frozen employee's freedom. Sahar has probably dueled with her many times while in the facility, and it's never been a grueling task for her- in fact, she enjoys the stakes in place, as she believes it brings out the fierceness in both her and her opponent- though don't get her wrong. She does not see this as entertainment or play-fighting. Simply a honorable duel.

Grave Robber - Cherry Blossoms (Grave of Cherry Blossoms) Had a difficult time pinning this one down. Not because there were no good options- I just didn't know which one fit the most at first. After reading over Grave of Cherry Blossoms, though, I think this is the right choice. Nourishment from the dead, using what they had for themself to the benefit of the many in a kinda twisted way... Audrey would probably raise an eyebrow at the specific methods used, but she can't help but think it clever. Some things do look more beautiful with a lot of blood on them, after all. ... and speaking of blood,

Flagellant - Paradise Lost (WhiteNight) Here's the tasty religious horror shit right here, babey!! This is where it's at!! Possibly- maybe arguably- the most dangerous ALEPH in the entire series, this thing wants to be God so, so bad. And the worst part is that it probably is, and it's fucking terrifying about it. The first time it ever breaches, it's when it's transforming into WhiteNight in the first place- oh, yeah, forgot to mention that this guy first comes into the facility as a ZAYIN-grade called Plague Doctor who gives blessings to the first twelve people (all having to be different people) to visit it, only to reveal that those "blessings" were actually WhiteNight marking them as Apostles, and OOPS! THOSE EMPLOYEES ARE JUST FUCKING DEAD NOW, SAVE FOR ONE THAT'S THE HERETIC APOSTLE THAT BETRAYS THE THING BY CONFESSING TO A DIFFERENT RELIGIOUS ABNORMALITY ENTIRELY- All I'm saying is, Damien would really like this guy. And in as unhealthy a fashion as you could imagine.

Hellion - Wingbeat (Fairy Festival) Fairy Festival is an Abnormality that is weird in a good way to me. You see, its special ability is sending out a group of fairies to aid and heal any employee that had a normal or good Work with it. These little fairies heal 10% of the employee's max health pool for 8 seconds, and these 8 second are so, so vital, because while these fairies are capable of benefiting the facility and the emplotees, they are also capable of gruesome employee instadeath by eating the employee they were sent to care for it if said employee was sent to work on anything but Fairy Festival. After eventually getting over the horrors of that, I think Boudica honestly respects that sort of system. You turn attention to something else while they're trying to thank you? You get what you deserve. That and the cannibalism.

Highwayman - Regret/Magic Bullet (Forsaken Murderer/Der Freischutz) Listen. I was split on this for so long but I know- I just know- he has stuff from both of them. I could not choose between the two. Probably started with Regret first, then got Magic Bullet a few weeks later- because the Manager is an evil bastard- and has the EGO gifts of both of them. Most Haunted Employee of the Month. Forsaken Murderer is kind of what it says on the tin- the story goes into a lot more specifics that outright involves experimental cruelty, but such specifics are not why this Abnormality was a candidate for Dismas here. It's moreso the themes of freedom despite being so heavily restrained, whether physical or otherwise. It's the trauma, and the illusions/hallucinations that came about because of that. It's so- I want to word my thoughts on this better, but I hope you see the vision with this half. As for Der Freischutz... roughly German for "The Marksman", and also based on the tale "Freischutz". A gunman who made a deal with the Devil, for a gun whose magic bullets could hit anyone, no matter what- but the last bullet was meant to puncture his beloved... so he went and killed every single loved one of his, so that the bullet shot through his own heart instead. Do you see it. Do you understand the vision. The absolute torture. When you add on the context that the Magic Bullet EGO weapon- a rifle- pierces through everything and can damage an entire corridor of enemies and allies alike and does not care to stop friendly fire, it's just. Dismas practically requires a mental counselor at the end of each day because of this shit.

Houndmaster - Beak (Punishing Bird) To make a long story short, there's these three specific birds in the game that are all linked- similar to the Magical Girl abnos, but much more fucked. One of these birds is Small Bird, aka Punishing Bird, whose story involving wanting to punish any wrongdoers in the forest it and the other birds lived in, but someone said he couldn't possibly do such a thing, due to how small his beak was- "the punishment wouldn't hurt at all." So Small Bird grew a fucking mouth on his stomach to devour wrongdoers. William really would not like that sense of punishment, but he'd understand it was just trying to protect what it loved. When it inevitably breaches (and it will do this often), he just lets it sit on his head and peck at him. It's fine, as long as he doesn't hit it back. "Why not any of the funny dog abnormalities???" Because his dog's still alive here and he doesn't want to betray her trust behind her back. (Dogs are man's best friend, after all.)

Jester - Da Capo (The Silent Orchestra) The Silent Orchestra is the third ALEPH to appear on this list, but unlike the other two, this one at least lets you know it's ALEPH pretty much right away! No surprises with this guy, but lots of fear! His containment breach is literally him conducting a whole orchestra and making everyone around him take physical, mental, emotional- pretty much any type of damage you can get in the game. And when the finale happens, anyone with less than great sanity after the rest of the performance dies. And considering what the hell Sarmenti did to that royal court the one time, I think he's one of the people to give the Abnormality a standing ovation. Real great music, even if he couldn't really hear it.

Leper - Spore (The Little Prince) I'll be honest, this is what got me to actually read The Little Prince's wiki page & story in full for the first time, and oh my god. It. I want to be able to describe it, but words are failing me right now. Just trust me when I say that Baldwin would feel sympathetic for it after finding out the story himself, and would be the only one of the team to request the Abnormality's EGO gear himself. (It does help that it's actually pretty decent gear, too, in my opinion.)

Man-at-Arms - The Sword Sharpened with Tears (Knight of Despair) The second Magical Girl on our list!! This time, the Knight of Despair- who used to be the Magical Girl of Justice who sought to protect and uphold the law, but realized after many years that nothing was upheld on her watch, and she had failed to protect anyone. Barristan can certainly relate, not being able to protect the men under his own order during the war. The blade that comes with the EGO set doesn't quite feel right at first, but now he wields it with what he hopes is a truly noble purpose.

Musketeer - Heaven (The Burrowing Heaven) With how little we know about Margaret and her past, this is actually one of the harder ones to try and figure out. But a single thought was what won me over to this concept, and I really need you to bear with me on this one. In this universe, what if this is what Margaret saw when the bullseye target shifted in her sight? What if she somehow caught a glimpse of that creature and just... knew she needed to figure out where the hell that came from? Just an idea. I hope we learn more about Margaret at some point.

Occultist - Sound of a Star (Blue Star) Hello fourth ALEPH on the list and second ALEPH to make your intentions known as soon as you show up. So Blue Star is... interesting. Its story involves employees treating it as some sort of god or deity, practically making an entire religion around it, and it's highly implied- if not explicitly stated- that it's a result of the Abnormality itself corrupting their minds, to the point that the company had to issue a statement about it. Something in me has the feeling that Alhazred would be one of the agents whose mind got corrupted by it, but due to training he received before being hired by L Corp, he was actually able to resist most of Blue Star's little mental antics- which probably ends up being the reason why he gets the EGO set in the first place. There is a dark curiosity lingering in him, though...

Plague Doctor - Solemn Lament (Funeral of the Dead Butterflies) I know I mentioned the Abnormality called Plague Doctor back during Flagellant's section, but considering what that led to, I don't think I'm gonna do that to Paracelsus. Plus, I think she'd be more interested in a personification of Death, anyhow. An arguably peaceful rendition of it, even- the Funeral of the Dead Butterflies understands that everyone's end comes eventually, and it wants to comfort those who die and have nowhere else to go in this place. It's got the coffin for a reason, after all- it wanted to be a savior, a long time ago. Much like a certain doctor who thought she could best Death.

Runaway - Fourth Match Flame (Scorched Girl) Based on the story "The Little Match Girl", this Abnormality takes the form of a charred, almost innocently cartoonish silhouette of a young girl, with a lit match piercing through her torso. Do I gotta say it, even. Bonnie probably ends up being good friends with the Scorched Girl, somehow, due to somewhat similar trauma. Or at least she'll really like using the flamethrower that comes with the EGO set.

Shieldbreaker - In the Name of Love and Hate (The Queen of Hatred) All the Magical Girls (sans Servant of Wrath) are here!!!! (celebratory emojis) The Queen of Hatred used to be the Magical Girl of Love, until too much peace and her strong mindset towards justice caused her to have a thought: "If there's too much good in the world, who will be the villain I have to protect everyone from?" Eventually, she became the villain herself, just for a balance of order to the world. Nowadays, she's actually relatively friendly with all the employees of the facility- even doing a friendly breach to help the employees with containing other Abnormalities- but if there's too much peace for a long time, she'll start having those familiar doubts... That's not the reason Amani was given her EGO, however. The reason is for what the Queen of Hatred looks like after she breaches with hostile intent- a giant winged serpent, with hands coming out the sides of its head. The Manager said its shape reminded them of her. Amani does not like the Manager. But she can't deny the effectiveness of the equipment given to her.

Vestal - Pleasure (Porccubus) Remember the possibilities of funny dog Abnormalities I mentioned back with Houndmaster? This is one of them. Imagine a poppy but looked like a dog and it was giant and it floated. Oh, and you can get addicted to petting its thorns because getting pricked by one causes you to experience a very large dose of an indescribable joy that the average human cannot hope to withstand. So now you might be thinking. "How the hell would Junia get this thing's EGO with all her repression?" Yeah, funnily enough, I think she tries her hardest to avoid this Abnormality at all costs, but she's been in there a few times and she claims it wasn't that bad, actually. That said, she hasn't pet it yet.

[what-its-rio]

TW VENT POST: HEAVY TW/CW

howdy tumblr! i hope youre having an amazing art fight!

all the while me, a disabled teenager, my 12 year old sister, my 18 year old disabled sibling, 72 year old grandmother, my single aunt who is parenting a 2 year old, and my single mother have busted our asses for 2 weeks straight shoving everything we own into a box, or just straight up throwing it out! all because our privileged, white, rich landlords could sell our dream home to whoever comes knocking, because they know that piece of shit house is coming down in a matter of weeks.

dear ellie last-name-here, if this finds you, which dreadfully hoping against tomskas law that you dont, i really hope you know what youve just put me and everyone i loved through. but not just for these past two weeks, but for the past 3 years we stayed in your lovely, shitty home. sincerely, fuck you. i want to punch your face in so bad, its not even funny.

from hiring shitty repairmen to fix the problems we lived with, to your amateur skills at repurposing a house, you have made the last 3 years hell for me, my siblings, and especially my mother. your ridiculous expectation of money per month plus no leniency with dates has made everyone so stressed, so many times.

in that house, i experienced the worst bouts of depression i ever had, and yet i still loved it. with all of its issues, flaws, and things in need of fixing, i still loved it very much.

and then you took it away. we made rent each month, only being late by a matter of DAYS, TWICE, and you still ripped it away at a months notice. you took 2,000 hard-earned dollars, made with my and my mothers blood, sweat and tears, and then you looked her dead in the eyes and told her that the home she had fought so hard for, the home she loved and she truly believed was her perfect match, and you told her that our lease was up, and you wouldnt renew it.

i retract that, actually, because you, or your spineless husband couldnt even look her in the eye when you ripped out her dream home from her hands and left her with nothing.

and thus began the most depressing weeks of my life thus far. worse than when i lost an entire summer to living with my narcissistic father, alienated from society, worse than when i moved to an entirely new state from where i had spent my whole life up until that point, worse than when i left my childhood home of 10 years, leaving all of my family and friends behind for good.

i have spent the entirety of the month of june, which should be a month of pride and celebration, especially as a bisexual individual myself, grappling with large, daunting mountains of anxiety for the future. one domino fell, after another, and another, until i was crushed under the weight of my boulder which i was rolling up the hill. and when i crashed, coincidentally, so did everyone else in that home.

we told you this, and you still wouldn’t bat an eye. you basically said “shut up, and get out of my house.”

and we spent 2 weeks. two nonstop weeks. two physically demanding—no—draining weeks packing everything we’ve ever known into whatever boxes we can afford. precious childhood memories, rendered to nothing but a black trashbag for the goodwill.

and it still wasnt enough.

by the official last day of our lease, you hired contractors to come and pretty up the house, so itll be pretty for your privileged eyes to look at. of course it got in the way of our moving, with the cramped hallways leading to each bedroom barely fitting one person while we frantically moved every speck of dust we owned out into a moving pod for fear of litigation. and then the straw hit the camels back, and it broke, sending it aileron-rolling down the large dune of metaphorical sand.

all that my sibling asked was that the contractors moved a container of paint to a higher shelf so that our cousin, who was already covered in it, wouldnt get into it again. in any situation, normally youd blame the parent. toddlers are curious, and they dont know everything, much less what is dangerous and what is not, but you cannot, will not, and should not. because anyone capable of watching her was busy getting everything weve ever owned into a moving pod on your whim. i bet you felt powerful because of that. regardless, you mustve felt angry at that simply worded, polite and easy request, because you chased her into the main room and yelled at her for even daring to ask something of you. and then my aunt, who was struggling not to clasp your neck in an ironclad grip from what i could gather, dared to retort at you yelling at a teenager like you were one yourself. very simple things were said, such as “we cant watch her, were busy packing so we can leave today” and “sorry we couldnt leave immediately, not everyone has unlimited money”, and your bitch ass still called the fucking police. on an elderly woman, a single mother entering her 50’s, another single mother entering her 40’s, two disabled teenagers, a 12 year old girl, and a toddler. and they came, and they were perfect leverage so you could finally get your shack to yourself.

and now i am currently homeless. the lease is up, the house isnt even legally ours anymore. me and everyone else mentioned is currently homeless. thank god my mother has connections, otherwise we’d be out on the streets. so now i am in a different state, moving across the country to help my aunt move in, with no knowledge of where ill be in the next two months.

earlier, when i said i WAS grappling with bouts of depression and mountains of anxiety, it shouldnt have been past tense. it is all very, very present. my therapists only contribution that helped was “dont worry about things out of your control”, which, how do i not when my life is potentially on the line. this has been the only depression ive experienced where ive considered ending it, just so i dont have to deal with the uncertainty, but i couldnt, ever. it would be too hard on everyone i know, and it would definitely hurt.

all that to say i didnt even get to appreciate my last moments at home, as they were spent in a panic that id be hunted by the cops again. i didnt get to say goodbye to the cat i had to leave behind, or the memories id leave behind. the christmases, the halloweens, the game nights, the “epic sleepovers” with my friends and i, all that is gone now.

dear ellie and max, if this finds you, fuck you. and now i hope you can realize what you are putting me through, all so you can save a bit of cash.

sincerely, what-its-rio

[droids-in-disguise]

Favorite Books I've Read in 2023 (so far)

So fun fact I read a lot, here are my top 10 books that I’ve read so far this year, in the order I read them. Never really posted this sort of thing on tumblr before but I thought I’d give it a try.

Book details and some of my thoughts under the cut.

A Thousand Steps Into Night by Traci Chee (2022)

YA Fantasy

A Thousand Steps Into Night is a book I 100% picked up because of the cover and because it was super cheap. I hadn’t ever heard anything about the book or author. The best way I can describe this novel is that reading it conjured up the same feelings that I get from watching a Ghibli film. Our protagonist Miuko is an ordinary girl from a small village until one day she is cursed and slowly begins transforming into a demon. Hoping to find a way to break the curse, she begins to travel the land meeting lots of colorful characters, gods, and mythic figures along the way. It’s a very atmospheric and wonderfully written book that pulls a lot of inspiration from Japanese mythology and folklore

A Restless Truth by Freya Marske (2022)

Romance/Fantasy

This is the second book in the Last Binding trilogy. I feel like you could probably get away with skipping the first book if you wanted to since both books are somewhat self-contained, but why would you? The first book (A Marvellous Light) is awesome. Our story takes place in an alternate-Edwardian England where magic is real and certain people can practice it, unbeknownst to the rest of the non-magical population. Maud Blyth, a non-magical person who has the privilege of knowing about magic, is working with members of the magical community as well as her brother (the protagonist from the first book) to prevent a dangerous magical contract form falling into the wrong hands. She is travelling on an ocean liner when the old woman in her care ends up dead. Cue the murder mystery shenanigans and sapphic romance!

Kiss Her Once for Me by Alison Cochrun (2022)

Romance

I actually read this book twice this year, once by myself and once for my book club. It has what is quite possibly one of the most bonkers rom-com plots I’ve ever seen and I love how ridiculous it is. Basically, our main character Ellie meets a women in Powell’s books and they have a magical, Christmas one-night-stand. Fast forward almost one year later, Ellie is having a difficult time out here in good-old Portland, OR after getting fired from her dream job and having to instead rough it as a barista. In a last-ditch effort to not lose her apartment, she agrees to marry her job’s landlord so he can get his inheritance and Ellie gets a percentage in exchange. However, it turns out that her one-night-stand from last year is her new fake-fiancé’s sister. GASP! The only place this book loses points for me is that there’s too many goddamn Taylor Swift references.

The Darkness Outside Us by Eliot Schrefer (2021)

YA Sci-Fi

If I had to pick a favorite out of all these books it would be this one. Reading this book felt like getting hit by a bus. Our POV character is Ambrose Cusk, an astronaut aboard the Coordinated Endeavor who has been sent on a mission into deep space to rescue his sister. His only companion is another boy named Kodiak who comes from a rival nation (think Cold War-ear space race). As they slowly start to interact with one another it becomes clear that for some reason neither one of them have any memory of the ship’s launch. The only knowledge they have of what’s going on comes from the ship’s internal computer and infrequent communications from Earth. As they begin to investigate, they discover a lot more than they bargained for. The first half of this book is like your typical gay space adventures and then at like the 50% mark onwards the rug gets pulled out from under you and you just have to go WHAT THE FUCK and then when you finish the book you just have to pretend like you’re fine and can move on with your life (you can’t). My only complaint is that this book should not have been YA, like there’s absolutely 0 reason for it to be.

Firekeeper’s Daughter by Angeline Boulley (2021)

YA Thriller

This book was unexpected for me. I have a habit of just reading books I know absolutely nothing about because someone, somewhere said it was good and because I think the cover is pretty. For some reason I assumed this would be a fantasy book but it’s actually a thriller/mystery novel, which is not at all a genre I typically go for. Our main character, Daunis Fontaine, is a biracial Ojibwe girl who loves hockey and her community. Her status as an unenrolled member of her tribe has her stuck with a foot in each world. After a family tragedy, circumstances push her to agree to work undercover with the FBI in order to find the source of a dangerous substance that has infiltrated her community and threatens the lives of those she cares about. I found Daunis to be an extremely compelling character with a strong narrative voice. Watching all the layers of the mystery getting peeled away through her investigation was extremely satisfying. She uses mainstream scientific knowledge in tandem with more tribal specific knowledge of botany and medicine in order to figure things out, which I thought was super cool. This is another book where I feel like it could’ve gotten away with not being YA, but I don’t feel as strongly about it as I do in regards to The Darkness Outside Us.

In the Lives of Puppets by TJ Klune (2023)

Sci-fi

Where to even begin this one… Have you ever wanted a book that was partly a story about a robot found family on post-apocalyptic Earth and partly a Pinocchio retelling? Yeah me either, but I’m so glad I got it. Victor Lawson is a human raised by robots. He has a peaceful existence with his android father and other mechanical friends until his curiosity unknowingly alerts robots from his father’s former life to their existence. Vic’s father is captured and it’s up to the rest of the family to rescue him. Victor is also asexual and how he describes and navigates his asexuality was so similar to my own it was like looking in a mirror.

Hijab Butch Blues by Lamya H. (2023)

Memoir

This was a wonderful memoir about a queer Muslim as she reconciles those two pieces of her identity, and the struggles she faces finding community. Growing up religious, there were a lot of experiences in this memoir that I personally related to. Something I really enjoyed is how the author retold stories from the Quran and used them to frame her own queer experiences. There was a lot about this book that was very comforting to me, and I feel like it was written in a way that was accessible and easy to understand.

Black Sun (and by extension it’s sequel, Fevered Star) by Rebecca Roanhorse (2020/2022)

Fantasy

Black Sun is the first book in the Between Earth and Sky trilogy, an epic fantasy series with a world inspired by pre-colonial American civilizations. This series has such a large and complex cast of characters, with chapters from multiple POVs, so it’s impossible to say if there is really any one protagonist. Essentially, the upcoming solar eclipse foretells the return of the crow god and the unbalancing of the status quo that has previously been maintained by an order of priests. Some characters are working to make sure this comes to pass, some hope to prevent it, and some aren’t quite sure where their loyalties lie. By the end of the first chapter I already knew I was in for a wild ride (the book opens on a mother sewing her 12-year old son’s eyes shut, ew). This series also features a queernormative world, where non-binary characters and same-gender relationships are commonplace.

This Poison Heart by Kalynn Bayron (2021)

YA Fantasy

This book was so cool and really had a lot going for it. Briseis Greene has the uncanny ability to grow and control plants. She and her two moms live in Brooklyn where they run a flower shop. One day, a visitor arrives to tell Bri that she has inherited an old country estate in upstate NY from her birth family. Bri wonders if this house could be the answer to her family’s financial woes and so they travel upstate where Bri begins to learn more about her abilities and her family’s history. Every answered question leads to dozens more unanswered and between strange individuals wandering the estate, townspeople who seem to know secrets, and increasing instances of violence and vandalism, Bri begins ask herself if staying here is worth it if it means her family might be in danger. This book is a queer, mythology inspired, part urban fantasy, part thriller/haunted house story, of a modern fairytale. Truly something in it for everyone.

[olderthannetfic]

To the anon who responded to my speedrunning friends story:

"The fact that those very normal milestones made you uncomfortable sounds like a red flag about the other person and the dynamic of the friendship, not about the speed at which the friendship was progressing."

Oh I agree. My point was less that a friendship progressing fast is inherently worrisome, and more that if it's progressing fast, you should evaluate whether you're actually okay with the speed and this person and this case. It's easy to get caught up in the giddy feeling of really clicking with someone and ignore the ways you're letting them get overly familiar because you don't want to hurt their feelings by challenging them. (In this case, the discomfort was less over them wanting to send me something, and more on the sheer capslocked excitement that made it hard to say no, the fact that they asked me twice but didn't pick up on my reluctance the first time I failed to answer and only got MORE excited and capslocky the second time, and the fact that the "postcard" was actually a big envelope containing a postcard, a letter and a keychain, which they ended up paying over THIRTY BUCKS to send, and it all felt a bit lovebomby. But once again, I'm not blaming them for my bad communication. As I said in my original anon, this was a clear fuck-up on my end. I should have just said "No thanks, I'm good". The problem was that it literally felt like kicking a puppy at the time.)

Nor do I think age gap friendships inherently lend themselves to being overly parental, though with this person it absolutely felt like they were expecting me to be their parent or therapist or both. They hadn't moved out of home yet, had a strained relationship with their own parents, and it absolutely felt like they were pushing me to fulfill that need for them.

Also, I had to double-check, but the age difference was actually over 10 years - when we stopped talking, they'd just turned 17, and I would soon turn 29, and at that point we'd been friends about a year and a half. I was a bit taken aback when I found out how young they were (a couple of months into talking) because of how knowledgeable and skilled they were at so many things from art skills to political theory to various random niche things they've picked up like cryptography and lockpicking. So I mentally adjusted my attitude from "this is a peer" to "this is literally a fifteen-year-old, bear in mind what you say to them and how you say it" but I feel like I pivoted too hard into... what, babying them? Spoiling them? Overcompensating for our gap in age and life experience by feeling like it was primarily on me to manage disagreements or relationship dysfunction? I don't even know, but I still wonder how I could have resolved that better short of just not getting "talk every day"-levels of close to them to begin with. Which might have been better. Certainly for my mental health - their ever-increasing, insatiable demands on my time and attention came at a time when I was already struggling with heavy IRL demands and barely holding on as it was.

Oh, also. I had a barely-active RP blog of a character from our fandom. They made several RP blogs for the fandom, including one for that character's canonical love interest, and kept replying to my RP posts in shippy ways. On the one hand, I'm extremely glad I had the sense to not engage with that. (I'd only briefly resurrected that RP blog to begin with and dealing with this made me abandon that RP blog for good.) On the other hand, I'm once again kicking myself for not having a clear and solid "Hey, so you know we can't do a shippy RP, right?" conversation with them. Especially since months later they were guilt-tripping me with "I'm sad that you don't RP anymore :( " shit as part of their "venting".

Just, argh. I really didn't want to say anything to them that would assert my boundaries or challenge them until things boiled to a point where they couldn't continue, huh? It's so surreal to have been manipulated like that by someone TWELVE YEARS younger than me, and even now it feels vaguely scummy for me to accuse them of manipulation or hold them accountable, but this attitude is also exactly how I let things get so bad in the first place. The mentality of "I'm the adult (by quite a wide margin) so anything that goes wrong is on me" is extremely hard to shake, and I let it lead me into "they're a child so they can do no wrong"-style infantilizing. At the same time, I unquestionably helped this along by failing to say no clearly when I needed to. What's weird about it to me is that this has never happened to me before. If anything, I'm a pretty blunt person who prefers giving and receiving direct communication. I already had a very good idea of what different kinds of manipulation look like, from bitter experience. And later in the friendship, after things started spiraling into dysfunction and while trying to salvage it, I started being a lot more clear about things they said or did that I wasn't okay with. But by that point it was too late to put things back on track.

Sorry for the wall of text, this got longer than I meant it to and I'm sure the peanut gallery will have a field day with this pathetic attempt to summarize a year and a half's worth of dysfunctional friendship into a few salient paragraphs. I don't think I'll even dare looking at the notes on this one, because I feel like people will just tell me it's my fault and it's scummy of me to accuse a teenager of being manipulative when I was the one failing to set clear boundaries until it was too late. It took me two years to get over the sheer repressed and belated RAGE from the emotional abuse and how long I let it go on insufficiently challenged, I already spent too long feeling like this was all my fault. But maybe someone else will find this insightful or helpful.

And it was, 100%, emotional abuse by the end. I haven't gone much into it much because frankly even typing it up brings out that rage in me again, but picture your typical clingy-insecure abuser who accuses you of not caring about them because you were DMing in parallel with them and with someone else. Picture someone so afraid of change, and so entitled to a certain static version of you that lives in their head, that they will use words like "mourn" to describe their reaction to you making slightly less fanart for your shared interest than usual, or when you start engaging with your fandom more through streaming than through fanart. Picture someone who, when you ask them how their day went, responds with "Are you pretending to care?" Picture someone who, when told "You can't control your emotions but you can control how you act on them", responds with "I LITERALLY CAN'T", and fill in the blanks. And some hard-won advice: If someone responds to you that way, don't try to parent them, don't reassure them that you don't hate them, don't send them helpful links. Set. A goddamn. Boundary. And make it clear that you cannot and will not be friends with someone who claims not to be able to manage how they act on their emotions.

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[nightskywrites]

Mandalorian Fic Rec

in honor of the train wreck that was season 3 of one of my favorite shows coming to an end, here is a list of my personal favorite fics on ao3 that filled the hole in my soul. i've read (and reread) everything on this list at least twice, and i love ALL OF IT.

Dream Child by muchadoloo (gen, complete)

It is an old Mandalorian proverb that a child is born in one's dreams.

For over twenty years, Din has dreamed of fire and smoke, bloodshed, and bloodcurdling screams. They say it’s a bad omen. They say he's fated to be childless. They say he has no dream child.

What he does have, however, is a persistent green creature who sneaks into his ship, eats all his food, and refuses to leave him alone.

(In which, all Mandalorians receive recurring dreams of their intended foundlings and Din just so happens to be the exception to that rule).

Our Souls Our Own by icarus_chained (gen, din djarin/boba fett/cobb vanth, complete)

On faith, armour, debts, friendship, and the crucible of slaves, heroes and kings that is Tatooine. In the aftermath of breaking his creed, Din takes a long walk into the desert, and Boba Fett and Cobb Vanth set out to bring him back.

time comes around series by TheTenthSunrise (gen, din djarin/luke skywalker, 16/17 parts)

on the trials of mandalore, and the complexities of family

Ni shakemi ner Mand'alor (I follow my Mand'alor) series by Angryplan3ttraveller (din djarin/paz vizsla, updating)

Paz Vizsla cannot stand that Din Djarin got to walk away with both the darksaber and his beskar. He is dar'manda: he should not get these things. So Paz is going to duel Djarin, and he is going to win the darksaber off of him. This time, he won't lose.

But first, Paz has to find him, and that task is not so easy. Especially not when Djarin has all sorts of friends all over the galaxy, and a chronic inability to stay in one place for longer than five minutes. Paz has his work cut out finding Djarin, but he'll do it. And he just might learn some things along the way.

Each morning sun a new adventure by Ellearem (gen, complete)

Din is no stranger to pain. He’s been shot, he’s been stabbed, he’s been beaten unconscious. He’s fallen from too high and broken too many bones and more than once nearly died for no good reason.

But this… Watching the Jedi take Grogu away...

It’s like his heart has been yanked through his beskar, all his internal organs carved up and carted off, only a hollow empty ache left in that warm place where the kid had lived.

And yet this is the Way...

--- This is a story of bounties and battles, of unexpected meetings with old friends, and of the making of new allies, as Din travels the Outer Rim Systems after giving up The Child. It's a story of (unintentional) self-discovery and (accidental) fame, Din stumbling sideways into realization and revelation, as he learns what it means- for him- to walk the Way of the Mandalore.

  Contains joyful reunions, action, feels, and found family, with a happy ending all around.

  Set immediately Post-Mandalorian Season 2 finale. Does not reflect Book of Boba Fett events.

foundlings are the future by hasawritinghabit (gen)

At that moment, when the Mandalorian removes his helmet and destroys the only way of life he has known, it is easy. This is the Way. Now he needs to learn what comes after.

The Deserter by AgentMalkere (din djarin/migs mayfield, complete)

Migs isn’t certain what he’s expecting when he follows Scary-Cop Lady, but the man in Mandalorian armor scares a good ten years off his life. Thankfully, it’s painted green with red and yellow accents – not unpainted, shiny silver. Migs has zero percent interest in ever running into Mando again. He doesn’t have a fucking death wish.

The green Mandalorian isn’t alone. There’s another woman who projects a frozen, deadly calm that Migs wants nothing to do with and… a guy. No, seriously, in this intimidating lineup there’s this super unassuming looking human with brown hair and brown eyes and a sort of soft looking face.

Migs isn't looking to get invested - he just wants to survive. He gets invested anyway.

(Din lost more than just Grogu and his ship on Tython.)

The Name by Derek_the_Dalek (gen, complete)

All the great Mand'alors have names, titles by which they're remembered.

Din has too many to count, and one that will echo through the stars for eternity

a simple thing by iridan (din djarin/boba fett, complete)

Boba Fett likes to be in control. Din Djarin feels more out of control with every passing day. Giving control over to Boba would make both of them happy. Din just doesn't understand why that has to be so complicated.

(Or, rebuilding an entire culture is hard. Boba helps, more or less.)

The People by musicmillennia (gen)

Din is used to being a faceless bounty hunter no one listens to. Being Mand'alor is...an adjustment.

Or, 5 Times Din Djarin was Surprised at his Position as Literal Ruler of a Planet...while accidentally winning the affection of said planet.

[sinkat-arts]

Daisuga WIP (Thursday) Wednesday

So, I decided at to start doing WIP Wednesday. I'm actively working on a long fic that won't be posted for... forever, and it might help me stay motivated if I can post little bits here and there? Anyway, I decided that at, like, 1 AM Pacific Time last night, so... very late. Which is why I'm posting this today. This is actually a part that I've scrapped from the larger fic, but I like it well enough to want to maybe do something else with.

For context, this is after the Interhigh Tournament, which was in June. Since Suga's birthday is also in June, I decided to combine the two. And since it's in Suga's POV, I use Koushi? I honestly don't know how he'd refer to himself in his head;;;; I also juggled the timeline and events of the day after Interhigh around a little bit, which is partially why I scrapped this.

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13 June 2012

Suga

It should have been a day like any other. Just a Wednesday. There were many like it before and there would be many like it after. But this particular Wednesday was maybe a little different. This one was… well, it was a mixed fucking bag so far. 

“I can’t even be happy on my birthday,” Koushi groused aloud. He picked halfheartedly at his packed bento, but even though his mom had made sure it was full of his favorite things, he just didn’t have much of an appetite today. “Thanks, Seijoh, just what I wanted. A big fat L for my birthday.” 

Asahi took a sip of his juice. His giant paw of a hand dwarfed the box, making it look like a prop from a kid’s toy kitchen set. He gave a solemn nod in agreement, the picture of serious contemplation with the straw of a baby juice box still stuck in his mouth. Koushi couldn’t hold the giggle that bubbled up despite the dour mood.  

“What?” Asahi asked, snapping into attention in a mild panic, “Something on my face?” 

“You’re adorable,” Koushi answered, grinning and reaching over to pat his head, “You just make sure you finish your juice box like a good boy, ‘kay?”

Asahi didn’t miss that he was being teased. “Oh, ha ha,” he grumbled, running his empty hand over his hair to make sure none of it had escaped the tie holding it back, “You’re never too old for a juice box… and anyway, you’re the old man here, not me.” 

“By, like, 6 months,” Koushi returned, but his attention had strayed away from his friend. His eyes scanned the courtyard, seeking. Koushi sucked his teeth in frustration - he hadn’t found his target. Again. “Are you sure…” he began.

“I’m sure,” Asahi cut in, doing a decent job of masking exasperation, but Koushi caught it all the same. The exasperation was well-deserved, though, so he let it slide. It wasn’t that Asahi predicted what he was going to say because he was psychic… he’d just been asked the question already. Twice in the course of 20 minutes. “I saw him this morning, but not since.” 

“Lunch is halfway over,” Koushi said, pushing a piece of fried chicken around. “We could at least eat lunch together for my birthday… Do you think he forgot?” 

Asahi raised his head, face inscrutable for a few seconds. Most of the time, the guy was an open book, he had all the guile of a puppy… but every now and then he had these moments. Moments where Koushi felt like Asahi knew something and was holding back. 

“No,” he said, taking the last, loud draw of juice from the container before setting it down neatly on the table in front of him, “He wouldn’t forget. Something must have held him up… maybe a teacher grabbed him.” 

“You think?”

“Maybe?” Asahi said with a shrug that was somehow sympathetic rather than dismissive, “We could go look for him.” 

It could have been the shitty mood after losing yesterday - which was surprisingly devastating, considering how often the third years had experienced loss since coming to Karasuno - but something really wasn’t sitting right. He didn’t like the fact that he himself hadn’t laid eyes on Daichi all day, he didn’t like the look Asahi gave him, he didn’t like that he was at their table and Daichi wasn’t. He’d expected today to be kind of off, but it was too far off. Something had to be going on. 

“Nah,” Koushi said and started pulling his bento back together, “I’ll go… you, uh… you hold the fort down in case he does come. Text me?” 

Asahi nodded, but that weird look was back on his face. He wished he knew what it meant, but if he wanted to find Daichi and (gently) reprimand him for skipping out on lunch, he couldn’t press. He finished packing back up and turned away, walking at a pace that he hoped hid the fact that he was getting just the tiniest bit scared of what might be going on. 

It’s nothing. Probably just what Asahi said… a teacher asked him to help with something. And Daichi can’t not help someone. The guy’s hopeless. 

Still, his feet carried him faster and faster as he got closer to the nearest entrance to the school. There were a few places Daichi might be, assuming a teacher hadn’t sequestered him somewhere, so he turned himself towards what he thought the most likely spot would be and made his way to the gym.

At first glance, the place was empty, but that wasn’t cause for worry yet. He wouldn’t be on the court, not if there was something wrong, so Koushi made a straight line to the storage room. Closed, but unlocked… someone was in there. As silently as he could, he turned the knob until he felt the weight of the door swing free of the catch, and moved inside with a few soft steps. Ah, and there he was. Leaning against one of the ball caddies, shoulders slumped over and head in hand, Daichi was facing away from the one window that was the sole light source for the room. It was hard to make out his face, bathed in shadow as it was, but it was clear he was… lost. In thought, in his head, he was somewhere far enough away that he hadn’t noticed Koushi’s approach. 

Koushi took a step forward and stopped at the sound of a sniffle. His heart dropped a little as he realized that those slumped shoulders were shaking a little. Even more when he realized Daichi wasn’t holding his head to support it, he was clutching one hand over his mouthing, desperately pressing against it and trying to keep everything in.

Part of him wanted to leave. Slip back out the door unseen. This was something private, something vulnerable. It wasn’t meant for anyone’s eyes, and if Daichi knew he’d seen… would that be a betrayal of some kind?

But that wasn’t all. Part of him wanted to leave because he was scared. Not just of how Daichi would react when he finally noticed him, but of himself. He was terrified of what he wanted to do in this moment. Rush forward, collect Daichi in his arms, find out what hurt and make it go away. How, though? What should he do? What could he possibly do that would help… and still keep him on that highwire he’d been walking ever since they were idiot first years and Daichi had smiled at him like that with his warm brown eyes and the sun in his stupidly handsome face. 

What he wanted, what his instincts said to do, was too much. But his friend - his best friend - was hurting right in front of him, and whatever nonsense his heart was trying to pull right now, Daichi needed… something. It was, Koushi figured, in his job description to at least offer. Daichi could make the choice himself to tell him to leave or let him stay.

[waltwhitmansbeard]

drabble masterlist

these are all of the drabbles i have written for critical role or the legend of vox machina. they are stand-alone and should be assumed to contain spoilers for either cr or tlovm. they are also collected on ao3 in a work titled worse: we're family. want to prompt me something? see my ask meme tag or just send me an ask with an idea. (please be sure to specify the ask meme your prompt is from, especially if it's not the most recent one i've reblogged!) this post will be linked on my pinned post and updated as new drabbles are posted. i will take prompts for critical role, the legend of vox machina, or my longfic, my fair lady (see my pinned post for more info). i am willing to write characters from any cr campaign, but these are the ships i feel most comfortable/excited to write:

keyleth/vax

vex/percy

vax/gilmore

keyleth/vax/gilmore

caleb/essek

jester/fjord

orym/will

laudna/imogen

dorian/orym

i also really enjoy writing platonic friendships between really any of the cr pcs (or npcs!) so feel free to float those my way as well! you can be as specific or as general as you'd like in prompts.

critical role - campaign one - keyleth/vax

"I need to change the bandage."

"You don't have anything to be sorry for."

The first time they realize their partner will live a large part of their life without them

A near death experience involving the partner meant to live longer shaking the faith of the shorter lived partner

Being an expert in teasing each other

Kissing to make them stop talking

On a whim, pulling your lover into an alley and pressing your lips firmly against theirs, getting lost in each other's touch while the streets bustle outside

Smoothing your fingers down your lover's tie, fixing where your lover couldn't tie it right

Pushing your lover against a wall after one too many teasing comments, but being met with unsaid tension instead of the quiet. Both of you unable to continue with the jokes

Whispering jokes/loving words in a lecture/school/church/a meeting. Trying not to laugh/flirt back in fear of disturbing everyone else who’s trying to pay attention

A hello/good-bye kiss that is given without thinking - where neither person thinks twice about it

An accidental brush of lips followed by a pause and going back for another, on purpose.

"I'll sleep when I'm dead."

"I can't sleep if you're not here to cuddle with me."

Risking something in order to achieve something

Going to sleep as the big spoon and waking up as the little spoon

“I wouldn’t trade you for all the stars in the sky.”

critical role - campaign one - vex/percy

"They're gone, it's okay."

"It's not til death do us part for us, is it? It's until death takes you from me."

"Even if you’re sick, you’re still the prettiest girlfriend/boyfriend/spouse in the world."

"I'll sleep when I'm dead."

Ranting to friends or a relative about the other, only for them to agree and call you out on your wrongdoings

"What have you done to my heart?"

Using the made-up words of their child(ren) in all their conversations

"I think you should kiss me."

critical role - campaign one - everyone else

"Don't move, you're still hurt." (keyleth & percy)

Friends of a recovering person come over to celebrate their homecoming (pike & vax)

Always pointing out certain annoying behaviour (pike/scanlan)

Wet kisses after finding refuge from the rain (vax/gilmore)

Feeling so lonely that they have to call their lover/friend, just to get a sense and reminder that they're still there (keyleth & percy)

Hesitantly tugging the other's fabric of their shirt or sleeve, testing the waters (vesper & gwendolyn)

Lingering with your lips open, touching, but not kissing, and this one glance at their eyes and you say fuck it and pull at their collar to kiss them (vax/gilmore)

"Touch them again and I promise, it will be the last thing you ever do." (vex & vax)

Vex and Percy have to deal for the first time with their eldest teen acting a bit out (percy & wolfe)

"Leave the light on." (keyleth & vilya)

Seeing what the other needs without them having to say it out loud (keyleth & percy)

Sharing something personal (pike/scanlan)

Defending them in front of others (keyleth & scanlan)

Tucking strands of loose hair behind their ears, with a thumb caressing their cheek (vax/gilmore)

Kiss on the forehead (pike/scanlan)

Patching up a wound (scanlan & vax)

Protecting (scanlan & kaylie)

Near death experience (scanlan & vax)

"I looked everywhere for you." (keyleth & pike)

"I'm not going anywhere." (pike & scanlan)

"Holy shit. Are you okay? What the hell happened?" (vex & scanlan)

"You're not weak for needing people." (grog & percy)

Vax meets a young Orym in Zephrah (orym & vax)

critical role - campaign two

"Hey, leave them alone. They just fell asleep." (beau & caleb)

"C'mere, I don't mind letting you sleep on me." (caleb/essek)

"Don't you dare wake them up." (beau & caleb)

"I won't let them put their hands on you." (beau & caleb)

Reassurance in the form of food/movies/games, forcing them to take a second away and relax with you (veth & caleb)

"I am trusting you with that hand, darling. I hope my trust isn't misplaced." (caleb/essek)

Breaking down mid-hug because they just needed this so much (keyleth & vilya)

Helping each other out (jester & caduceus)

Collecting flowers on their way home (beau/yasha)

“As soon as I heard what happened, I dropped everything and rushed over here.” (beau & clara)

“What have I told you about getting into fights?”/“They were talking shit about you!” (beau & caleb)

Giving them their personal space (caleb/essek)

Person A and person B accidentally giving each other flowers at the same time (jester/fjord)

Interlacing their fingers with the other’s when they least expect it (caleb/essek)

Games (beau & jester & veth)

Platonic kisses (essek)

"Look, I made this for you. I also made one for mum/dad/parent." (beau/yasha)

"She's my date. Fuck off." (beau/yasha)

"Get some sleep." (caleb/essek)

critical role - campaign three

Mapping out your lover's features while they sleep in your arm, smoothing your thumbs down their cheeks, throat, collarbones, chin and nose (orym/will)

"You're the best thing that's ever happened to me." (keyleth/vax)

"That's been known to happen." (fearne & orym)

"Can I hold your hand?" (dorian/orym)

the legend of vox machina - season one

"I need to change the bandage." (keyleth/vax)

"I owe you an apology." (keyleth & vex)

Having a fight with just looks (vex/percy)

"Let yourself cry, I'm here now. You're safe." (keyleth/vax)

"Did you know you talk in your sleep?" (keyleth/vax)

Catching the other one crying shortly after and immediately feeling an overwhelming wave of guilt crash onto you (keyleth & vex)

Sharing a pillow and waking up with their faces only centimetres apart (keyleth/vax)

the legend of vox machina - season two

A missing conversation from 2x08 (keyleth/vax)

Another missing conversation from 2x08 (keyleth & percy)

Letting out their anger in front of them (keyleth/vax)

Doing something silly to cheer them up (keyleth/vax)

Kisses on the cheek when they leave the room (keyleth/vax)

"Darling, you're shivering. Come here, let me warm you up." (vex/percy)

Starting to heal (pike & grog)

Losing your mind when they tilt your chin to look you in the eye (vex/percy)

That glance at your body with their eyes subtly widening, almost gulping as they take in your attire (keyleth/vax)

Resting their head on the other's stomach, only to fall asleep there (vex & trinket)

Opening up about their own struggles when they see the other's problems (keyleth/vax)

Opening up about their own struggles when they see the other's problems (keyleth & vex)

Cold (pike & percy)

“Just say a word and I’ll kill him.” (keyleth/vax)

[alagaisia]

And another thing. I know it’s unpopular right now to criticize individual choices as contributing to waste and pollution and overuse of resources and climate change, etc. But I am going to.

I was brushing up some environmental stats/discussion questions in a kids’ activity packet for work the other day and when I was looking for some up-to-date and sourced things to sub in for what was in there, I found a National Geographic study from I think 2008? (Ironically I don’t have the source available to me right now because I was at work) that found that the average American- based on surveys of regular people on individual consumption, right, not stuff done by American corporations or celebrities- uses between two and twenty times as many material resources in a year than somebody in the rest of the world. Twice as much as someone from France. Twenty times more than somebody from India. There were other countries surveyed and mentioned with numbers between that that were all inarguably developed/industrialized/“first-world” countries.

I saw a post on here this evening that asked “what’s a little luxury you buy when you can? Something a little bit fun or expensive that you just can’t have enough of?” And I was all set to talk about the chai latte concentrate I like to splurge on from Costco which is much more expensive and I go through it more quickly than tea bags but it’s just really delicious. And then OP finished the post with “mine is phone cases.” What????

You’re buying and collecting phone cases? Something you can only use one of at a time? Made of plastic and cheap enough that they’re definitely primarily made by people being paid next to nothing for their labor? Something that is not going to be usable long term because phones do not last more than I suppose several years at best? And that having lots of them doesn’t like convey any sort of utility or advantage because I can think of barely a handful of vague situations where one phone case might have different features from another that makes one more or less convenient in different situations and you might want to switch them out. But only if you couldn’t find or afford a phone case that included all of your desired features at once, which if you’re wasting who knows how much money on “never having enough” phone cases, you could have done.

And like, I don’t know if OP was American. And I know tons of things use plastic and are useless in one way or another but it just struck me as such a specific example of such specifically wasteful behavior like. You don’t need that. Nobody needs that. And there are worse things and more wasteful things and yes corporations are bad and everything else. And I am more environmentally conscious of small things like that than most people I know (and yet I still drive to work every day because the bus would take two hours. Curious I am very intelligent meme etc.) and it’s unrealistic to expect everybody to do everything all the time all of that I know all of that.

But this study had also talked about how Americans, the most wasteful demographic on the literal planet, are also the people a.) most likely to believe that individual choices and consumption do not make an environmental difference, and b.) least likely to feel any guilt over their use of resources.

People who use and waste less than half of the amount of useless junk each of us uses in the US feel more compelled to pay attention to and limit their use of energy and material resources than we do. And not hypothetical billionaires or corporations or whoever. Regular people.

We live on a planet with a lot of finite resources! And we are wasting so many of them on dumb useless bullshit like single-serve individually packaged fucking idk pudding containers or getting a new cell phone every six months or buying your kid a rubber duck or three every time you go to target and a hundred other small things that people in specifically the US just don’t think about and they SHOULD. And I know we can talk about how some people need those single-use plastic squeeze tubes of apple sauce, and I’m sure it’s true. I’m not saying anyone should go around to individuals and question and harass them about their choices. But we should all be thinking way, way more about our own personal choices and the choices made by our families and social circles because the fact remains that 90% of kids would be just fine with a bowl of apple sauce poured from a big glass jar.

[bewitchingbooktours]

Forged In Lies by Raven Dark and Jenna Stirling #DarkDystopian #WhyChoose #MCRomance

Forged In Lies

The Monarch Series 

Book One

Raven Dark and Jenna Stirling

Genre: Dark Dystopian, Why Choose MC Romance

Publisher: Raven Dark

Date of Publication: April 23, 2023

ASIN:  B0C3CYFH5B

Number of pages: 348

Word Count: 106,428 words

Cover Artist: Raven Dark

Tagline: This world is full of deadly beasts. And I might be worse than any of them…

Book Description:

This world is full of deadly beasts. And I might be worse than any of them…

I remember life before the solar flare destroyed society. And I remember pieces of the dystopian hellscape that followed.

But my memories are fractured. Full of holes and inconsistencies.

How I managed to slit the throat of a biker twice my size is a complete mystery.

But I did. Easily and without thought.

Now, the dead man’s four ruthless MC brothers want me as their captive plaything in the bedroom, and their assassin in the outside world.

I should hate them. Fear them. But I don’t.

My attraction to these sexy savages is as inexplicable as my nagging feeling that something—or someone—is coming for me.

All I can do now is hope the sleeping beast inside me is ready to kill when I need it…and that the brutal men I’m falling for don’t get caught in the crossfire.

“Forged in Lies, book 1 in the Monarch series, is a dark, post-apocalypse why choose romance featuring a strong heroine, and the merciless alpha males who love her. (Think The Handmaid’s Tale meets Sons of Anarchy, mixed with a dash of Firefly, but with more happy endings and spicy times.) Download today and hope your e-reader doesn’t go up in smoke.

***WARNING***This book contains sexual situations and dark scenes that may upset some readers. If you have triggers, please do not buy this book. Cliff-hanger ahead. HEA at end of series.

Amazon

Excerpt:

Havoc’s grip tightens, unmistakably possessive. His eyes gleam down at me. “Back off, Twig. I choose who she’s with. And you won’t be on the list.”

Twig’s brows go up in surprise.

Havoc looks at me and blinks, apparently caught off guard by his own words. “Relax, pretty girl,” he adds, pushing past Twig. “You belong to me now. No one will touch you unless I say so.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” I mutter.

And yet my sex slicks at his sheer possessiveness.

“Not sure how you’re getting to me, but you’ll pay for it later.” His voice is suddenly gruff.

“You better count on a rough night.”

My pulse stutters. What’s with this guy? One minute he sounds as if he wants to keep me all to himself, and the next he wants to pass me around. How many guys are we talking here?

Trying to distract myself from Havoc’s effect on me, I dig the bread out of my pocket and nibble on it. I look at Sage. Not sure what I’m hoping for, but his expression tells me nothing. It’s as if I’m frozen out, and something between us has evaporated.

“Havoc, Sage,” a guy shouts, striding over to us. He’s tall and athletic-looking like Sage, but with blond hair pulled into a ponytail. “What the fuck took you two so long? Venom’s pissed.”

“That’s nothing new.” Havoc grabs a beer from a barrel near him, and Sage does the same.

“What happened at Gore’s?” Ponytail smirks, watching me eat. I don’t like the way he’s looking at me. “And what’s up with the strange?” he adds.

My gaze zeros in on the patch on his cut. I take in the acronym, committing his rank to memory. Second In Command.

At his tone, Havoc’s hand moves to my nape. I could swear Sage stepped closer. Ponytail’s smile widens.

“Gore’s dead,” Havoc says, guzzling his beer. “Couldn’t pay his dues.”

“Fuck. Another one? This’ll put the Keep in a hell of a mood. What about his women?”

“Dead too,” Sage says. “They were gone by the time H found them.”

“Shit. They would have fixed a lot of problems. All right, Sage, send a couple guys out there to scavenge.”

“You got it, Hutch.” Sage heads over to a group of guys standing with Twig.

“So, who’s the bitch?” Ponytail—Hutch—asks, nodding to me.

 “Gore tried to hide her when we showed up,” Havoc says. “She wasn’t his, though.”

“Stray pussy, is it?” Hutch’s eyes narrow on me. “I’ll take first crack at her.”

Havoc pushes me behind him. I think I actually hear him growl.

Hutch grins and lifts his shoulders. “Fuck, what’s with you? You’re like a dog with his food.

Well, you better bring her to Keep first before you stick your dick in her.” He’s laughing as he

turns and heads for the house.

I scrunch my brows at his retreating back, then glance up at Havoc. He knows I’m MC. Why didn’t he report it to his Second?

“This way,” Havoc orders me, heading after Hutch. “Wait until Venom sees you. He’s probably gonna want your ass first.” He pauses and leans down, lowering his voice to that growl that makes my blood heat. “And I’ll eat up every second, pretty girl. I bet watching would be almost as good as fucking you.”

Alarm bells ring in my head. I gotta get out of here now before this gets any worse. And I have to get to Charlie. As long as I’m here, I can’t do that.

Heart in my throat, I lower my eyes, searching for an escape route. Some of the bikes sit without men near them, keys dangling from ignitions. One’s a few feet away. Even if I could get Havoc to let go, he’d catch me before I reached it.

Still...

We’re closing in on the front doors, Havoc’s long strides eating up the grass. If I’m going to act, it has to be now.

I lurch, pretending to stumble. Havoc loses his grip. I whip around and sprint toward the nearest bike.

Havoc curses. Shouts ring out. Panting, I swing onto the bike, kick the stand up, and fire up the engine.

“Stupid bitch,” Havoc roars.

Out of nowhere, a strong arm snakes around my neck and I’m yanked off the bike. I land on my ass with a yell before I’m pulled to my feet and spun around.

I have about a half a second to see silver-blond hair before the guy swings his fist right at my face.

 About the Author:

As a young girl Raven Dark dreamed of being abducted by a savage alien warrior, whisked away by a brutal pirate, or rescued by a cape-bearing hero. When none of these men came to claim her, she brought them to life in her stories. Then twelve years ago she met the man of her dreams. He doesn't wear a cape, fly a spaceship, or wield a sword, but sometimes she swears they've mind melded.

Raven lives with her dream man and their one cat that thinks she's a dog in the Mundane world's version of Ontario, Canada. When she isn't working on her latest erotic romance novels and crafting interesting worlds in which to set them, she's spending too much time with friends, feeding her Youtube addiction, or curled up on a couch watching favorite shows with her future husband.

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[mackeralsauce]

While I understand the confusion to a degree, this post uses some points that are a little weak and could discourage beginners from developing games, and I'd like to talk about some of those points. I'll have all my discussion under the cut as to not clutter anyone's dashboard ^^

Lemme clarify here: Garten of Banban is not a good game, you don't need to tell me that twice. As an aspiring game developer with video games as a special interest, I can agree with that for sure, it lacks what is needed to be considered a good game (at least in my opinion). However, that doesn't mean it won't have a fandom, and the points used to say why don't hold up. I don't think it should have a fandom either, but that's because of the developers' past works, not because of Banban being a bad game.

The point that bothered me most: "Mate you can fucking see the polygons on the characters." I get this point is out of frustration with the game's art being more low-effort (especially since many have mentioned that the games models have way too many polygons than they need), but being able to see the polygons on a character doesn't hold up as a valid point of criticism for a game having a fandom. There are MANY games that are low-poly or have low-resolution graphics where you can see the polygons, and they are still great games! Whether its because of the graphical limitations of their time or because of a low budget, polygons being visible isn't the worst thing in the world.

I understand the point about their past games and I agree with that. The developers' past games contained very sensitive topics, and those topics were not taken seriously nor covered in a proper manner. That is a genuine reason to be upset about Banban having a fandom. I don't think Garten of Banban should have a strong following as a result.

The gameplay is definitely lacking, and can be very confusing. However, there are many games with large fandoms in similar boats. Sonic.EXE (the original) was extremely basic and barely counts as gameplay, yet the fandom for that is huge.

The story isn't consistent, but there are plenty of things with inconsistent storylines and large fandoms too. As for the point of taking the plot seriously... While they did take the plot seriously at first, they seem to be more lighthearted and teasing with it in the recent games. I mean, c'mon, Choo Choo Charles was in the 4th (if I remember correctly)!

As for using the same plot devices as most mascot horror games, or using lots of common cliches and plot devices in general: I agree that Garten of Banban does this poorly, but using stuff like that should not completely damn a game from having a fandom. Common plot devices, cliches, etc. can be used in ways that are still effective and work good for the story. Mascot horror definitely has a lot of overplayed tropes, but it doesn't mean those tropes can't be used well.

And the thing is, all of this is exactly why the game has a fandom. The fandom is primarily younger kids! Mascot horror appeals to younger demographics (I should know, I was into FNAF as a kid), younger demographics who aren't always going to be as critical about plot or graphics, and won't know about the bad pasts of the developers.

Do I still think Banban deserves a fandom? No, not at all! However, many of the takes displayed here could discourage people from developing games because they might use lower graphics, or might have weaker gameplay, or might use common story beats. That's the main reason I wanted to respond to this post. I get the sentiment, and I agree in some ways, but some of these criticisms can come off as discouraging to others who are looking to try their hands at game development.

And if you want some good psychological and body horror games? Honestly, look on Itch.io. You can find some good hidden gems on there!

Apparently garten or ban ban has a fucking fandom???

I am CONFUSION???

Mate I will watch fusion play it but that's because he's fun to watch by why the fuck is there a f a n d o m

Mate you can fucking see the polygons on the characters.

And don't these guys have like- many other games before thos? I'm confused.

Now note I'm no game designer, I don't even know basic programming, but I do know it's . Not really a good game- like it needs a lot of work. And like, game play aside because it's not my place to talk about it bc Ik making a game is rough, but story wise? It's... just not well made.

Like all the games connect but there is no consistent story or plot- other than your a parent looking for your kid and you get wrapped up into this hell.

Though I will admit the stupid cutscenes are funny as hell.

But yeah, no consistent storyline. And the thing is, the game takes it self srsly!! Like if it didn't I would be more forgiving, but not like that- like wha

And it has the same plot as 90 percent of mascot horror anymore. Experimentation or killings. Like if your going to do that, don't use the same cookie cutter thing- or don't do it at all like My Friendly neighborhood-! It's not like 'oh the puppets are possessed' no!!! They just went a lil coo coo- but they aren't bad or really vengeful.

Or if your going to do the whole murder and possession thingy, might I suggest it's more of reincarnation and not possession. It provides a interesting idea that's fresh

Or don't mascot horror! What I would do for a good psychological or body horror game just KSKSKSKSKSK

Anyway I'm done

[sinesalvatorem]

There was a pattern that used to happen in school, and sometimes with me and my brother vs my parents, but now everyone's grown up so the only place it's still happening is when I visit the rationalists.

The thing where some people (usually two of us) have a fun interaction, someone who is barely paying attention shows up and is like "HOW DARE YOU BE HAVING FUN DON'T YOU REALISE YOU'RE HURTING THEM???"

The main reason this doesn't happen any more in the adult world is that when a bystander does this the parties involved just say "We know each other" and continue on, and under liberalism you just have to /let/ them keep having fun, the absolute bastards, fuck yeah america

The problem with rats is that when the bystander shows up with their Confrontation, your interlocutor will just completely drop the fuck out and put on their blankest expression and not know shit when the cops do the sudden breaking context shift of "you are now A Victim(tm)(r)(c)(literal poison) of the Heinous Crimes that you were laughing about but must now be Wide Eyed And Horrified".

At least Jade had the decency to give a raw to hell "R U Fucking Kidding M8?" face when it was pulled on us. And I appreciated Ozy's Sandmanning. Generally folks will let me fucking hang from the rope of mistrust and then be Shocked (Shocked!, I tell you) when I don't want to play anymore with their Can't Take A Stand weaksoft tofu personalities.

But like yeah I'm not going back to REACH for a bunch of reasons (I don't like (centurion understatement) how antisocial the space is these days, and I broke down crying yesterday after being asked to stop washing dishes because only wash the dish personally used and not the sink queue (literal unambiguous evil), and p much all the things in that vein.

But also I got a 2 week REACH ban for touching two people. Officially, touching them "without consent". Am genuinely sorry in one case because I did not mean to bump into him (after he said he didn't want to be touched and later we collided). He was also uncomfortable when I sat too close bc his book was cool, but then I backed up ten feet and asked to return to book-look distance and he said yes.

In the case of the second person (an example of the main thesis), I'm genuinely not sorry because I know who I was speaking to, and the context in which he said he didn't want to be touched (when I jokingly Super Hugged them during a boardgame) and when they were laughing with me (eg when we bumped hands in board game and I was like OH NOES THE HORROR and they were lmao). If they actually do have a problem with this, then I'm sorry. But in the overwhelmingly likely case that they clearly telegraphed with all of their actions, they were happy.

But anyway, in the tradition of all human decision makers everywhere, I'm going to use the temp ban as an excuse to do what I should have already - stopped volunteering at REACH. It's just been pouring heart and soul into a gaping hole kept intentionally vacuous. It's pointless and psychologically destructive to do so as long as the current equilibrium persists - where everyone has YIMBY preferences but lets NIMBYhood rein because the only free action is shooting down your -friends- SPACE COMPETITORS' actions.

Absolutely fuck that noise. It's noise; it's tilt; it makes me worse at engaging with the real world when I return to it from REACH. I have three communities in which i have been deeply involved in the development of community warmth and satisfaction. Most emphatically and excellently in my church, cuz started with the advantage of being a church (Catholic, cuz standards m8), but also the construction co-op and the San Francisco Symphony. The temp ban email said to write back when my life is stable, but it is (emoji between duh & lol) and has been for quite a while, and my stability was obvious the whole time I was there. (don't want to say "in contrast to", but like, literal homeless shelter with deep aversion to permanence or growth that literally stacks the plastic cups above the ceramic, so like (no shit).)

REACH is very forcefully aiming toward the cold and death of empty space and I genuinely don't want to see it happen because the death of those I love is painful, but I have fucking had it and officially Give Up on trying to help. I don't want to say fuck off and die on your own, but *sigh* yeah, fuck off, you will indeed die, and it will be on your own. Saying this openly is antisocial and I accept that. It's about a third as antisocial as the things I heard walking between the bathroom and the kitchen, and my name is 'sticks my neck out', so here are (a sliver of) the things that need to be said.

TL;DR - When I walked out the door last night I was thanked for all my help. The next morning I got an email saying I was banned. Everything at REACH is like this and The Thing This Is is the underlying quintessential cause of it being such a cold and uncommunal space in general.

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Star Treatment | NRIACC: Part 27 |

Nothing Revealed In A Common Crisis

Plot by @imagine-that-100​​ and @ghostlightqueen​

Written by @imagine-that-100​​​ (thank you @alovesreading​ for the help and moral support whilst I wrote this)

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Word Count: 29.3k

Warnings: This series contains mature content and themes throughout

A/N: oh my god, it’s FINALLY here! So sorry for the wait but I promise you it’ll be worth it. I would like to repeat, you’ve not been robbed. This is full to the brim of smut, like over 12k of it so I hope you enjoy. So much has happened since the last time I posted. I’ve seen Harry Styles 3 times (he looked at me twice), The 1975 have released a new single (which I fucking adore), and we have a new album name and release date. Really hope you all enjoy this chapter, get your holy water ready. Love you all lots, thanks for sticking with me and reading. Steam Part of the Band by The 1975 x

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The speed at which you just got out of bed and dressed should be applauded after what you went through last night. Your muscles are screaming for rest, but you ignore them as you start quietly gathering as many of your belongings that you can find as Alex still lies in his bed asleep.

Your skirt is ripped which left you getting into a pair of Alex’s joggers and you threw on a hoodie of his as well, considering the clasps on your top had practically been torn off. You’re surprised your bra survived if you’re honest. Your underwear certainly didn’t, which is why you stole a pair of Alex’s boxers too.

You know your bag and your phone are downstairs by the door where you threw them as soon as you were pushed in through his front door last night. So you take one final look around his room to double check you haven't missed anything, but when you do, your eyes linger on your best friend.

In your heart you know that you’d feel bad leaving without at least saying something to your best friend, but you truly don’t know how you’re meant to look him in the eye after everything that had happened in the last 9 hours.

So, to avoid the guilty feeling you're bound to get once you leave his room, you decide to say something without waking him.

Leaning down, you kiss Alex gently on his forehead before whispering, “Bye Al.”

That was something you thought you’d push yourself back up from and walk out without any bother. However, you certainly didn’t think it would end up with you being pinned underneath him.

Having been caught out, all you can do is smile and offer your best friend a chipper, “Morning.”  

Alex is not having any of it though. He point blank asks you, “Where are you going?”

“To Y/B/F’s.” You tell him quietly what your plan was as you glance at his hair that’s falling over his face.

He still looks just as good as last night. It’s quite unfair really when you probably look like a drowned rat.

“Without saying goodbye?” Alex raises his eyebrows at you knowing full well that you were trying to sneak out.

You point out, “I just whispered a goodbye.”

“Before you kissed me,” Alex smiles a little, “I know.”

But then he narrows his eyes at you playfully but you know from his words he probably feels a bit hurt, “I can't believe you’d just leave like that.”

You shrug, giving the only excuse you can, “I didn’t fancy awkward chat.”

Because you didn’t know what it was going to be like when you woke up today. You don’t really want to be teased for what happened all day, you’d rather be on your own and live in the happy memory of it.

“Who was making it awkward?” Alex questions from above you, entirely confused. He points out, “It wasn’t even awkward the first time when it should have been awkward.”

And then a grin makes its way onto your best friend's face as he reminds you, “If anything, I remember correctly you having me all to yourself in a more PG sense.”

You know he’s talking about the next day at Matt’s party where you did nothing but kiss him for hours. The memory makes you smile. Much simpler times.

“Feelings weren’t involved back then.” You tell Alex after he leans down and pecks your lips.

And between kissing down your jaw and your neck, Alex argues, “They were. We just didn’t know it yet... We were just after fun and the second day was pretty fun.”

“Are you saying the first day wasn’t fun?” You raise your eyebrows as you route your hand through his hair.

“What? No, I-“ Alex stumbles on his words as you pull on his hair so he will stop kissing you.

“If you wanna get off with someone all day, Alex, you do that. I’ve got a meeting I need to do.” You say as you push his shoulder so you can sit up.

Once your top half is raised from the bed though Alex immediately pushes you back down by your shoulder and you fall back down to his mattress.

“No you don’t,” Alex narrows his eyes and shakes his head, leaning down over you again, “I asked you about work in McDonalds last night.”

Oh fuck. Busted.

“Why are you lying to me?” Alex asks, but then a smirk comes to his lips when he asks, ”Are you asking to go again?”

“Definitely not.” You whisper, shaking your head slightly.

“You don’t sound too sure.” He grins and pecks your lips again before he starts directing them towards your neck again.  

“I said one night, Alex.” You laugh, but continue to shake your head, “And it’s day time.”

Your best friend makes your cheeks heat up when he says, “Don’t think the daylight bothered you much when you were sat on my face earlier on.” as he carries on kissing your neck.  

At this point, you press your thighs together. But what you didn’t know was that Alex is already  kneeling in between them, so he feels exactly what you’re doing and of course this brings a smirk to his face.

He picks his head up to look at you as he teases, “You sure you don’t want to go again?”

“I’m sure.” You maintain your integrity.  

That just makes Alex grin because your body is telling him a completely different story. He chuckles as he leans down to kiss your neck again and between kisses he whispers, “I don’t think your body is.”

“Al, please stop.” You say half heartedly.

“You’re the one pressing your thighs around my knee” Alex points out before picking his head up so he can see your gorgeous face again. But he teases you once more, “Last night not good enough?”

“Last night was...” You trail off looking up to the ceiling to try and find the right word.

But it just amuses Alex even more. His grin is beaming down at you and he playfully asks, “Have I left you speechless, Angel?” before he pecks your lips.

You smile at him when he pulls away and finish your previous sentence, “Memorable.”

Alex snorts in laughter, “The irony that you forget that word.”

“Not a lyrical genius like you who makes thousands from one song, Hun.” You roll your eyes at him.

“Can’t wait to write some new songs now.” Alex grins, presses his lips to yours again and pulls away to laugh, “They’re all gunna be dirty ones about you.”

“Don’t you fucking dare!” You say seriously but with a slight laugh as he traps you in another kiss, “I’ll cut your hair off.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” Alex grins, “Not with the way you were pulling on it last night.”

“Give me the clippers and I’ll do it.” You raise your eyebrows at him defiantly, trying and failing to ‘scare’ him which makes your best friend laugh.  

Alex then quickly jerks you up for a second which he did so he could get his hands on your arse again. But when he squeezes your arse, so he can playfully tease you some more, you jump and let out a squeal.

The noise makes Alex laugh, and his laugh makes you start giggling. He’s that infectious. Truly, you didn’t think that you’d react to him doing that but your arse is clearly more tender than you first thought. 

“Jesus Christ,” Alex laughs, and playfully squeezes as he says, “It’s like I’ve never touched you before.”

“No it’s sore Alex,” You tell him off, pushing his arms from under you so you’re lying back on the bed properly, “Don’t grab my arse like that, Jesus.”

Alex narrows his eyes a little, completely confused because you were fine with it last night. He asks, “What’s up with you?” But when you raise your eyebrows, your best friend realises why, “Oh.”

You nod, smiling a little at the realisation written on his face. You confirm to him, “It’s raw.”

Alex tries and fails not to smile at you telling him that. Your best friend just ends up smirking down at you, “I’d apologise, but I know you liked it.”

“May have…” You trail off, not exactly wanting to tell your best friend just how much you enjoyed him spanking your arse only a handful of hours ago.

~*~*~*~

To say you started enjoying yourself as you got into Alex’s building would be the stone cold truth. Quickly after saying a pleasant hello to the night porter and security that were on shift, Alex pulled you into the lift and hit the button for the top floor.

And from the amount of times he hit the button to close the lift doors, you’re surprised he didn’t break it. But once they were shut, your best friend pressed you up against the mirrored wall and got off with you.

By no means is it a hardship to kiss Alex all the way up to his floor. But what was hard was resisting the urge to do anything more in the lift with the way Alex was making you feel.

When his hand went around your throat to make you even more breathless as you kissed, you truly believe he could have made you do anything for him there and then. You’re so unbelievably thankful that you were near his floor so you could get the night started properly.

And once his door was unlocked, you were pushed into his apartment. You dump your bag by the table near his door where he throws his keys once he’s finished locking back up and when you’re quite literally pulled into another kiss with both his hands on your face trapping you into it, you give in immediately.

Alex’s hands drop to your waist where he can’t really seem to get enough of you. His grabbing at you as you kiss results in your skirt moving even higher up your waist than it already is, which you’re not mad about at all because it results in his hands on your arse.

Eventually the both of you blindly make it to Alex’s settee where you push your best friend down and you quickly straddle his waist, wanting his lips back on yours immediately. His hands go under your skirt to find your arse again quickly, pulling you into him the closest you can possibly be whilst you work each other up even more.

After a while, both of you are breathless and your skirt has been pulled up even more than it already was. You’re sure that Alex can probably see your underwear from just his view as you’re on his lap.

At this point, you’re already horrendously worked up from him edging you at the bar, and now from this. You really want to get things moving.

You cup his crotch as you kiss him wanting to feel how worked up you’ve got your best friend and hopefully make him hornier. You really just want to fuck him and you want to get the both of you off sooner rather than later.

But Alex pulls your wrist away and breaks the kiss. He raises his eyebrows at you, “Did I say you could touch me?”

Fucking hell, you’ve never seen him with such a stern look in his eyes. Immediately, you feel submissive towards him so you reply with a soft, “No.” but there’s clearly hope in your eyes as you look at him that he’ll let you.

But Alex lets your wrist go and it falls to your thigh as he tells you, “So don’t do it then.”

You’re about to ask him why but your words are taken from you. Alex pulls you back into another hot, needy kiss that has you moaning into his mouth and you now grip his shirt to keep him in it.

Alex’s hands go under your skirt again to hold your hips as you grind yourself down on him again. The delightful friction causes the both of you to moan and as Alex’s hands slide up your waist your skirt gets higher than he already moved it when you were first pulled down onto the settee.

Your best friend just knows that you like his hands on your skin because whilst he’s gripping your hip with one hand, his other runs up and down your thigh. It’s encouraging to say the least and he drives you even more insane when he kisses up your jaw and starts sucking and nipping just underneath your ear.

When he pulls your hips towards him so you grind on him again, you breathlessly ask, “Can you touch me?”

You can feel his grin on your neck, “Think there’s a special word missing in that question, Angel?”

You shake your head. You’re not begging him so there’s no way you’re going to be saying please to him at any point tonight. He wants this just as much as you, you’re not begging him.

“Touch me Alex.” You demand, and you’re really thankful he gives in to you.  

His hand runs up your thigh again and you lift yourself off him a little so he has the room he needs to move your underwear. He pulls it to the side like he did earlier and you moan when his fingers find your clit immediately.

You know his moan is again because of how wet he’s got you already. It really would be embarrassing if you hadn’t been waiting a decade to shag him again but because of that you’re entirely shameless and you whine in pleasure as you start kissing his neck.

Alex teases you for a while, drawing your arousal up to your clit making you needier by the second. You’re kissing under your best friend’s ear when his fingers sink into you which makes you gasp.

But you moan right into his ear when he curls them as he tells you, “Fuck yourself on my fingers Angel. I know you like them.”

And you shamelessly do as you’re told. His filthy demands ring in your ears and it turns you on more as you lift yourself up and sink back down onto his fingers.

Closing your eyes and concentrating on the feeling of his fingers inside you is the only way you can do this. If you see the smirk on Alex’s face, you know you’ll turn bratty and you just want your high at this point. And you strive for it as he draws moans out of you as you bask in the feeling of his fingers and the way his thumb brushes your clit when you sink back down onto him.

Alex is watching you ride his fingers like he’s never seen something so arousing in his life. And he can see as his fingers disappear from view because your skirt has been hiked up so much, you’re shamelessly on show to him. And Alex knows he’ll be committing this scene to his memory to play back in his mind for the longest time.

You’ve turned him on so much this evening that Alex doesn’t really have control of the things he tells you anymore, nor any self restraint left when it comes to wanting to pleasure you. Which is why his free hand wraps around your throat to make you open your eyes and look at him.

Alex feels you moan under his palm, clearly enjoying the way his free hand tightens around your neck. As you continue your movements, Alex’s dark eyes look into your lustful ones as he asks, “You just wanted me to finger you in the car earlier, didn’t you? Looking at my fingers practically begging me to touch you.”

His words make you whimper, and you have to close your eyes again as you continue to ride his fingers. Your head falls back when he curls them again when he’s fully inside you which has you gasping, “Oh fuck.” as you clutch your best friend's biceps even tighter.  

“Fucking filthy Angel,” Alex praises you with a smirk before pulling you towards him so he can kiss you after he says, “And you’re all mine.” almost like he can’t believe his luck.

Taking up each of your senses, you lose yourself in your best friend. Your lips taken by him, his moans filling your ears, the way he’s pleasuring you is making you lose your goddamn mind. But you find yourself craving more, so trying not to sound desperate, you part from the kiss saying, “Need more Al.” in hopes that the both of you can take this further.  

“Ask for it then.” Alex tells you, leading you into a false sense of security that if you ask for him, you’ll get him.

Breathlessly, you pant, “I want your dick.”

You need to feel more. You want to fuck him again. You need to fuck him again. And you need it now.  

“Not yet Angel,” Alex shakes his head, moving his hand from around your throat back down to your arse to keep your rhythm steady, “Come on, I know you can make yourself cum by fucking yourself on my fingers. Show me what a filthy girl you are.”

His words make your stomach flip in the best way. Your actions just become more purposeful after that and Alex’s other hand gripping the softest part of your arse in an effort to help you, adds to it completely.

It feels like an age as you do this. Your moans seem to never end and you can tell just from Alex’s breathing that you’re turning him on just as much as he’s turning you on.

“Feel good, Angel?” Alex asks, and you nod as you breathlessly strive to make yourself cum.

You don’t think you’ll ever take being called Angel for granted again because after not hearing it for so long it’s actually pushing you towards your orgasm. His words combined with his perfect fucking fingers, you’re becoming a hot, sweaty mess for him.

Hearing him call you Angel on repeat in your mind is rudely interrupted by the surprise of your best friend slapping your arse as he demands, “Words Y/N/N.”

“Yes.” You moan, your eyes closing in pure bliss, “Fuck yes.”

You have no idea where your best friend’s dirty mouth has come from, but you think that he’s definitely been holding back on you in the past. Never in a million years would you think that your sweet Alex Turner would spank your arse again and ask you, “You like it when I do that, don’t you?”

You nod, panting, “Yes.”

He smirks, “Filthy Angel.” before slapping your arse again, for which Alex receives another moan in return.

Your head falls down onto his shoulder as your thighs start to burn with the way you’re still riding his fingers. You’re so close though. You can feel it.

Each curl of his fingers and each time his thumb rubs your clit, he has you breathless and moaning for him. And with being so turned on before you even made it here, you’re not surprised when you feel your orgasm fast approaching.

“I- I- Alex.” You begin to stutter, the familiar feeling of the tension tightening in your pelvis.

You lift your hips once more to sink down on him knowing that just a few more times will result in your high. But as you do, Alex slips his hand out from underneath you, leaving you with nothing.

“No, no!” You whine, your head immediately lifting back up to complain because you were so close.

“Shhh,” Alex coos like he’s completely innocent when he brings his arousal covered fingers up for you to suck clean. Without hesitation you do so, but only because that's how he quietens you and he starts smirking when you’re sucking them as he says, “Shhhh.”

His teasing smirk lingers as he looks into your shocked eyes as he tells you, “We’ve got at least fifteen minutes left before you’re even allowed to think about that.”

You want to cry. In your haste to try and make yourself cum you forgot about the fucking edging. You shake your head, pulling on his wrist so his fingers fall from your mouth you whine, “No.”

“Yes,” Alex grins like he’s proud of himself, and he steals another kiss from you before he says, “Now come on. Let’s get you more comfortable.”

~*~*~*~

Alex brings you out of your thoughts then by pleading with you, “Just go back to sleep. It's not going to be awkward when you wake up, just like it wasn’t back in the day.”

“Just spend the day with me.” He pouts, and you stay quiet trying not to smile as he’s being really cute and you don’t want him to stop. He’s even adorable when he says, “I’m not asking for a re-run or to make anything awkward. I just want to spend a lazy day with you.”

You already know that you’re going to stay now, but you can’t help but ask, just to see what he’d say, “And if I wanna go home?”

“I’ll drop you off when you wake back up.” Alex promises, but then tries to persuade you some more, “I’m knackered so I know you must be.”

When you don’t say anything Alex leans back on his knees so he can easily pull at the bow that’s holding his joggers on your hips. You send him a questioning look when he starts shimmying them down your legs.

Alex sees your look though and he pauses just enough to tell you, “I’m not doing anything, I’m just making sure you’ll be comfy.” and you believe him so you let him continue.

You lift your hips up to make it easier for him and he easily slides them down your legs and he pulls them off before throwing them to his floor. That leaves you laying on his bed in his hoodie and a pair of his boxers and you’re not surprised when Alex’s eyes are drawn down to your thighs.

He can’t hold back his smirk when he says, “I marked you up real good, didn’t I?”

Dark bruises litter the inside of your thighs, especially along your scar and everywhere else but you’d be lying if you said that you didn’t smile when you saw them this morning.

You’ve spent so long hating that scar that it was nice seeing it in a way that pleasure was inflicted upon it, not pain. It also felt really nice to have someone who you trusted doing that to you. Others who you’d been with asked where the scar came from sometimes and it just killed the mood instantly and made you insecure.

So last night it was a nice change to not have to explain yourself. And Alex had made you feel like a queen again by telling you that you looked beautiful, even though he was meant to be playing rough.

He couldn’t stop the words slipping out though. You are gorgeous and he had every intention to tell you that.

Alex certainly isn’t attempting to hide his smile as he sees them now. His fingers run along some of the small bruises and he trails them up until the boxers you stole from him stops him from seeing any more.

Grinning he adds a little more pressure to the visible trail of where his mouth had been the previous night, but he stops when you hiss in a little discomfort.

“Sore Alex.” You remind him.

“I’m sorry, Angel” Alex grins as he leans back down over you, clearly not sorry at all,  and before he makes another sarcastic remark you lean up to kiss him.

When your fingers find their place in his hair again, you warn him off making more sarcastic remarks by pulling on his hair to make him pull away so you can tell him, “You will be when I cut your hair.”

But Alex just starts grinning, cheekily asking, “But what would you grab on to?”

“I’m not planning to grab onto it again.” You say as you unlace your fingers out of his locks and pretend as if they were never there at all.

“And if you change your mind?” Alex challenges with raised, suggestive eyebrows.

You press your lips together to stop from smiling as your cheeky best friend watches your every move. You shrug and try not to smile as you wrap your arms around his neck, “It’ll grow back.”

“Smartarse.” Alex shakes his head grinning, but with his hand that isn’t holding him up he trails it down your body until it rests just below your hip and he tries to get a hold of your arse again as he laughs, “Or should I say sore arse.”

You push his hand away from you chuckling a little but you stop to playfully seem like you weren’t having fun even though Alex knows you were. You narrow your eyes and dryly tell him “You’re fucking hilarious, aren’t you?”

Alex grins and grabs your arse again just to tease you now, offering, “Want another one?”

You gulp. You half want him to spank your arse again.

And because you clearly still have no control over your body, you subconsciously press your thighs together again. Which Alex obviously feels you do and he smirks down over you.

“Do not smirk at me like that.” You tell him off as you get all embarrassed once more.

You push his hand away from your arse again but he just ends up resting it on your hip as he smiles down, clearly very happy with himself, as he tells you, “Control your body then.”

“Little hard to do after a night like that, Alex.” You remind him with knowing eyes.  

Last night you let every inhibition go. You let your best friend be in control and have his way with you whilst you came along and enjoyed the ride, and you had a great time.

“Best night of your life.” Alex smirks.

You roll your eyes and give him no answer, just telling him, “You’ll never know.”

“I know everything I need to know.” He tries to hide his smile but it just doesn’t work.

But he looks adorable so you don’t entirely mind.

“Least I know another lyric from Fluorescent Adolescent was right.” Alex chuckles before pecking your lips. You raise your eyebrows for him to elaborate though and he explains, “You like your gentleman not to be gentle.”

It takes everything in you not to sigh and tell him off for releasing that to the world even though he was clearly just guessing at the time and it was years ago. Still embarrassing for you to now know another of your favourite songs is about you.

“I like gentle sometimes. I like it mixed.” You tell your best friend honestly, “But with you bringing up angry make up sex, how could I not want it like that?”

Alex starts smirking again at that so you just try to knock him down a peg or two by saying, “Also, after thinking about it, it’s creepy that you co-wrote a song about me with your ex… Like even more so one that you fucked me off for.”

Alex sighs, and in his eyes you can see him apologising again, but your best friend shakes his head as he also tells you, “She literally wrote a few lines Y/N/N. Just didn’t want her to come back and sue me.”

“Was it her or you that wrote the book of sex tips line?” You ask just to tease him.

“It was an American Pie reference.” Alex rolls his eyes but then smiles as he starts pressing kisses to your skin again, “But funnily enough Y/N/N, I didn’t need a book to figure out what you like. You’ve always been very responsive.”

Your best friend starts nipping his way down your neck again as he says that to you. And once finished he attacks the spot at the base of your neck where the bastard makes a whimper fall from the back of your throat.

You hate yourself for letting the noise out, and even more so when Alex picks his head up and grins, “Thanks for proving my point there, Angel.”

You just roll your eyes and ignore that comment. But you do give him credit where it’s due, “Not gunna lie Alex, I’m really glad you know me as well as you do because I had a pleasant night.”

Alex snorts at the use of the word ‘pleasant’ but he doesn’t comment on it. He just grins and kisses you once more after saying. “Certainly glad you agreed I could take you home.” and you happily kiss him back.

~*~*~*~

Alex’s lips are still on yours as the both of you stumble into his room. You have no time to see that he’s got the painting of your spot you made him for Christmas hung up on the wall.

Your best friend makes you gasp when he tears the claps on your top open and you hear the metal pieces fall to the floor. You can’t argue with him though because the gasp allows Alex to deepen your kiss again.

The next time you do part from the kiss though is when Alex is clearly struggling to remove your skirt. He keeps tugging the material down, hoping it will fall past your hips without undoing the zip but it’s really not going to happen.

“It’s got a zip, you idiot.” You laugh as he tries his best to pull the material of your skirt down when the zip doesn’t move.

Alex tries tugging the zip down again but because of his rush it just sticks. You can feel his annoyance at your clothing whilst he’s kissing you, and then he tugs it again and fails. You can hear his anger at is as he says, “It’s not fucking unzipping.”

“Just pull it you fool.” You laugh as you begin to unbutton his shirt.

You need to feel his skin at this point. If nothing else, you at least deserve a feast for your eyes after being edged twice.

You kiss him again as you undo his shirt, but your hands stop on the buttons after you hear the fabric of your skirt tearing and it goes loose around you.

As it drops to the floor, Alex starts kissing your neck which gives you enough time to say, “You better not have just ripped my skirt, Turner.”

His hands pull your waist into his body, arching your back so you’re pulled completely against him and he kisses up your neck as he promises, “I’ll buy you a new one.”

You begin to laugh until your best friend makes you whine as he sucks the spot just under your ear. At this point you push his shirt from his shoulders so it falls down his body and as Alex pulls away from your skin and his hands go up to the back of your bra, you pointedly ask him, “Need help taking off my bra without ripping it?”

“Don’t get cocky.” Alex raises his eyebrows at you, telling you quite seriously that you’re still in no position of power tonight.

Something which you don’t mind about because you trust Alex wholeheartedly to take care of you. But you know you really hold all the cards, if you wanted to stop he would be off you instantly asking if you were alright.

Seeing Alex’s eyes now full of mischief, you warn him, “Don't even think about it. It was expensive.” as his fingers find the clasp.

Thankfully, your best friend listens to you and takes your bra off without ripping it. And once that is stripped from you, Alex traps you in a hot kiss before he pushes you down onto his bed.

Falling back onto the mattress you start giggling at him smiling over you, and you can’t help but grin when he starts crawling up your body and he leaves a trail of kisses on your skin.

“So fucking beautiful, Angel.” Alex tells you just before he kisses you again.

You pull him down into the kiss and route your fingers into his hair. “Missed this.” Your best friend tells you between desperate kisses, “Missed you.”

And it makes your heart even more erratic than it already is. Both of you kiss each other like you’re catching up on lost time after that. You’re shameless with the way you grab him and clutch his skin, and you don’t hold back the moans he draws from you either.

The feeling of his body against yours and his hands on your skin makes your body tingle with anticipation. Even more so when his kisses start heading back down your body again but his hands reach where he clearly wants to go first. You’re excited for him to take the last of your clothes off so you eagerly lift your hips when he finds your underwear. But you hear the material tear and you could murder your best friend right now.

“Whoops.” Alex smirks sarcastically as he pulls the ripped material down your legs and throws them somewhere in his room.

You’re too seething to bother to watch where they land though. You tell your best friend off as he leans back down over you and starts dotting kisses up your body again, “You’re a prick, I bought them for-”

His lips cut you off as he didn’t want to hear you scorn him but after hearing your sentence, he pulls away wanting to know, “For who?”

“You.” You now begrudgingly tell him as he starts kissing down your neck.

You can feel the smirk as he says, “When did you get the time to do that? Been planning this for a while Angel?”

“I bought them for our date last year. Saw them back at the flat and changed into them because I wanted to feel nice for the gig.” You tell your best friend as your fingers route through his hair and tug on it as you enjoy the feeling of him kissing your skin. You breathlessly add, “Don't worry, I won’t waste my money on fancy underwear for you again if you’re going to tear them off me.”

“Amazing, does that go for the clothes I ripped too?” Alex says with a cheeky grin, picking his head up so he can see you. He looks you up and down with lust clear to see in his eyes and asks, “Get you like this all the time then?”

You pull him towards you so he’ll kiss your lips again and just before they connect, you complain, “I hate you.”

Because you practically do at this moment in time. You’ve been teased so much, edged twice, and you're throbbing for him. You desperately want the relief an orgams would bring you, but he won’t give you one.

Alex mumbles against your lips, “No, you don't.” before pulling away and he starts kissing down your body like this is the first time he’s ever seen it again.

You tell him not to mark up your neck because you’re not teenagers anymore and you can’t be walking around with lovebites on show all the time. But that just leaves your best friend to make up every other place on your body. And he takes his sweet time.

Your fingers are tugging on his hair for the duration of his slow travels down your body. Pulling at it when he does something you enjoy makes him repeat his actions over and over and you love it.

The man spends most of his time dedicating his attention to your breasts. As his mouth couldn’t occupy both, his hand was certainly on the other and he gives both the attention that they deserve.

Sucking, biting, pinching them until you release your sweet moans for him that just drive him on further. You know when morning comes they’ll be bruised just like they were the first time he ever had the chance to show you a good time, only difference being this time Alex knows exactly how you enjoy him teasing you and he revels in that fact and uses his knowledge to his advantage.

He knows that you're tugging on his hair and whimpering because you actually want him to move back up your body and kiss your mouth again, but he doesn’t. He wants you needy. He wants you wanting him even more than you already do. Alex wants you desperate.

Alex spends his sweet time trailing his lips down your body, loving each way you react to him. For you it feels like half an hour has passed of him just appreciating your body and when he eventually makes it to your hips you get your hopes up.

But of course, you shouldn’t. Your best friend kneels himself up then and he looks down at you sprawled out on his bed. You’d feel self conscious if you weren’t so turned on and he didn’t voice exactly what he was thinking, “You’re so fucking perfect Angel. I’ll never get tired of seeing you like this.”

The smile the both of you share then is so genuine, your heart melts and simultaneously beats a lot faster. Even more so when Alex leans down and kisses your knee and then asks, “Can I taste you again?”

You don’t know how your breath didn’t hitch, but you manage to nod, “Yes.”

“Not a ‘please’ there?” Alex teases with a grin after kissing another spot on the inside of your knee.  

You shake your head as you watch your best friend eagerly, “I told you, I don’t beg.” trying your best to keep some sort of power in this situation but

“Oh Angel,” Alex smirks, “You’ve been begging in every way other than verbally... Your eyes are screaming please.”

Immediately though they go hard, and you turn bratty and say, “Right now they’re screaming get a move on.”

But Alex does the opposite. That man takes his sweet time kissing the insides of your thighs until he has you writhing, hips bucking towards him to try and get him to touch you where you’re throbbing for him.

However, the attention is on your thighs and your thighs alone. He’s sucking marks onto them for what feels like a year before he switches to the other one and it leaves you so worked up you practically have tears in your eyes due to the need for any stimulation.

You let out a moan when Alex says, “So wet for me Angel. Good to know that hasn’t changed.”

All the dirty talk flips your stomach and you whine before you desperately tell him to, “Hurry up.”

“I don’t think you being a brat is going to help you in this situation, Angel.” Alex tells you before he switches back to your other thigh and your head falls back onto the mattress with your bottom lip in a pout.  

Alex must catch on after another minute of his pleasurable taunting, because he ends up asking, “You want my fingers? Or my mouth?”

It’s a demand that falls from your lips, “Both.”

You’ll take fucking anything at this point. Your body feels like it’s screaming at you.

“Greedy girl.” Alex smirks before repositioning himself on the bed, but he pushes your further by demanding, “Pick one first.”

At this point you just want to shut him up and cum. So you very easily pick, “Your mouth.”

You want to scream when he tauntingly asks, “You sure?” just to tease you.  

“Alex!” You yell, just fucking hoping he’d take the hint and get a move on. You have no patience left for his games, you’re desperate.

But of course, your best friend is in a teasing mood, so he gives you the exact opposite of what you wanted.

His fingers slip inside you with ease again and with his thumb already teasing your clit he has you moaning for him in seconds. Fucking you with his fingers has Alex really restraining himself from wanting to taste you properly again, especially when he knows that you’re moans would just be louder and you’d pull on his hair like he fucking loves.

Alex thinks that he’s now found another thing he loves about you in the bedroom. The way you react to him talking to you. He’s never been this filthy with you before but you really seem to be enjoying it.

“You’re so good for me Angel. So responsive.” He smirks and curls his fingers inside you again which has you moaning his name. It fuels his ego to an entirely different level as he watches you clutch his bedding and he loves that it’s him that’s getting to see you like this again.

“You like it when I do that, don’t you?” He asks you, really wanting to hear you say it.

You breathlessly nod, your eyes closed in pure bliss just focussing on the feeling of his thumb rubbing circles on your clit and the way his fingers pump in and out of you. But clearly, your non-verbal response isn’t what your best friend is after.

“Words Angel.” Alex instructs which he can tell is beginning to annoy you but you won’t say anything because you know he’ll stop if you don’t answer him.

“Yes, I like it.” You nod between ragged breaths.

Alex smirks and starts kissing down your thigh again, and in between he asks, “Want me to do it again?”

Your reply is instant this time with a plea of, “Yes.” so your best friend doesn’t hesitate to curl his fingers again.  

Your pleasured whine fills the room and rings in Alex’s ears. The noise does wonders for his ego and it goes straight to his cock that’s already leaking precum into his underwear.

“Fuck Y/N/N.” Alex moans this time, and you all but lose yourself when he praises you, “You’re such a good girl for me. Filthy but so good.”

After pulling another few moans from you, Alex takes you by surprise. One second he removed his thumb from your clit and you’re about to shout at him for doing it but the next second his mouth has taken over. You can’t help the loud, “Oh fuck.” that falls from your lips.

Alex eats you out like he’s not in a rush. Like he could spend all day between your thighs and he’d think it was a day well spent. Almost like hearing you moan or gasp, “Alex.” was his only goal and he was happy to achieve it over and over again.

You’re shameless with the noises that you let slip from your lips. Your body feels like it’s tingling with all the pent up sexual energy that keeps building inside you and you can’t wait to finally feel that relief you’ve been craving. You’ve definitely been up here more than 15 minutes now but you’re still anxious just in case your best friend won’t let you finish again.

Knowing he can feel everything that’s going on inside you, you try your best not to clench around his fingers so you don’t give away that you’re so close to your orgasm. Your aim is so cum like this so he doesn’t succeed in his edging game. And you are sure you're going to finish at any second. So you relax completely knowing it’ll be a few more flicks of his tongue on your clit and a curl of his fingers and it’ll be over for you.

But all of a sudden every sensation you’re feeling is gone. And you writhe in disappointment.

“No Alex.” Whine almost sounding like you’re in pain. “Alex, no, no.”

But your best friend just smirks and crawls his way back up your body to say, “Shhhh Angel.”

You want to wipe the grin off his face but he traps you in a kiss. You can taste yourself on his tongue and whilst the kiss is great, you’re still throbbing, needing to finish at this point. So even when your best friend pulls away and tells you that, “You taste so good.” you just want him to give you your orgasm.

You demand as you push on his shoulder, “Alex, go back down.” but your best friend just grins at you and starts kissing down your jaw.

“I think I’ve been nice, Angel.” Alex says as he starts kissing down your neck, “Done so much to you already and I’m struggling here… You think you can return the favour?”

You nod eagerly, clearly wanting to appease him as much as you can so he’ll hopefully start railing you. Alex likes to tease you though. He presses his still clothed bottom half against you and asks, “Can you feel how hard you've made me?”

Your best friend can tell from the lust that’s clouded your eyes and your eager moan just how much you need him. He isn’t surprised at all when you say, “Want you Alex.”

“Maybe if you suck me off first?” Alex bargains with you and to give you more encouragement, he kisses back up your neck as he says, “Come on, Angel. I’ve missed that filthy mouth of yours.”

You don’t know what possesses you, but after he traps you in another kiss, you get yourself off the bed, pulling him with you.

Undoing his jeans, you let them fall to the floor and you pull down his underwear too. After all you’ve already gone through this evening your mouth is watering at the sight of his cock.

He looks painfully hard and you can’t wait to take him into your mouth. Without hesitation, you kiss down his body as you sink to your knees.

“You want to bruise your knees for me, Angel?” Alex asks with the beginnings of a smirk on his lips.

You nod, looking up at him as you take a hold of him in your hand. After you lick up the underneath of his cock, you shamelessly enjoy the hitch it causes in Alex's breath.

But you enjoy the way he grabs a fistful of your hair once you take him into your mouth even more. And that just drives you to pressing your thighs together to try and get any sort of relief from this but it does little to help. Your nails just dig the tiniest bit harder into his thighs.

Alex can’t help but watch you as you bring him the pleasures he’s longed for. And the way your eyes are closed as you continue drives Alex insane because he can tell you’re enjoying everything you’re doing. Which leads him to tell you, “You’re so fucking filthy, Angel... My dirty girl. Making me feel so good.”

You moan around him then and start bobbing your head faster, loving the fact his grip in your hair gets tighter every time you do. But after a minute, you pull off him and you look up at your best friend to tell him, “Use me.”

“What?” Alex looks down at you, almost a little dazed or confused.

That is until you look into his brown eyes and tell him, “Fuck me.”

How Alex’s heart doesn’t give out on him, he doesn’t know. To make sure he understands what you want, he asks you directly, “You want me to fuck your mouth, Angel?”

When you nod, Alex shakes his head slightly and instructs, “Words.”

Out of slight embarrassment that you’re asking him to do this, you close your eyes as you answer, “Yes.”

Alex tells you, “Look at me.” and you hesitate but do so anyway.

Once you’re looking into his eyes again, your best friend cups your face and asks, “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” You nod.

Alex takes a second to commit this to his memory. He doesn’t believe he’s ever been so lucky in his life and he wants to remember every second.

“Okay, Angel.” Alex’s heart thuds in his chest at the mere thought, but he nods, “I’ll give you what you want.”

You drop your jaw and after you start sucking him off again you gradually stop moving and let your best friend take over. His thrusts make you close your eyes as your head becomes fuzzy with desire and want. The lightheadedness you’re experiencing adds to the sinful moment for you because you feel like with every noise that your best friend lets free from his lips, it’s adding to your own pleasure.

His encouragements make you moan onto his cock too. If you weren’t already a slut for being praised, you really would have found that out about yourself tonight. Truly, you can’t help the noises that fall through your lips when you’re so overcome by lust when Alex praises you, “You’re so fucking perfect, Y/N/N.”

But the loudest of your moans - which in any other circumstances you would be embarrassed about - would be when Alex talks as he’s got his hand routed into your hair as he thrusts into your mouth, “You're probably dripping down your thighs, you're so wet for me as I’m doing this. Aren’t you Angel?”

Alex can’t help but want to smile at the way you seem so out of it, completely overcome by the lust you’re clearly feeling, that you even try to nod in response to his question. You look like you’d do anything for him in this moment, entirely blissed out and your eagerness to bring him as much pleasure as possible is such a turn on.

The way your nails are digging into his thighs and the way you moan each time he pulls your hair. The way your jaw is so relaxed so you can take him the deepest you can, Alex can’t help but be completely in awe of you and your actions.

After a few minutes, Alex gives the control back to you, “Now you, Angel.” and you don’t disappoint.

You lick, spit, suck and take him as far down your throat as you can manage after it’s just been fucked minutes prior. Tears threaten to spill from your eyes when you look up at him as you continue to give him the best blowjob of his life and Alex can’t help but moan into his bedroom at the sight and feel of you.

“Fucking hell,” Alex praises, his jaw hanging open entirely unable to contain himself. “You’re such a good girl, Y/N.”

You moan as you continue having to close your eyes again as you’re completely overcome with the need to please Alex. After hearing that you strive to make him cum. Your hand finds his balls and you roll them striving to make him cum and within a minute of you doing so, Alex ends up having to say, “That’s enough.”

But you don’t even seem to hear him. You're still sucking him off like your life depends on it. It takes everything in Alex to hold off his impending orgasm and tell you again.

“Enough, Y/N/N.” Alex tells you, pulling you from his cock completely now.

You’re looking up at him with starry eyes and when Alex reaches down to help you back up to your feet, he cups your face as he softly tells you, “When I cum it’s going to be inside you. Not down your throat.” And when all you can give him inreturn is a starry eyed nod, Alex traps your swollen lips in a hot kiss.  

~*~*~*~

You prolong Alex’s kiss a little, savouring the morning kisses that warm your soul. He’s so adorable with you and you’ve been craving his kisses a lot in the past 24 hours.

So because you’re going to stay, you decide to let your best friend know what you expect of him, “I might need to be selfish and ask you to kiss me today, if you don’t mind?”

Alex looks at you curiously so you elaborate, with a coy smile, “Because when I don’t get kisses during a night like that, I get sad.”

“I told you to stop asking for them and just kiss me…” Alex grins, absolutely loving that you’re basically asking him to kiss you all day. But he feels like he does need to remind you, “Besides, I gave you lots of kisses.”

You sigh as he places 4 kisses on you. One on your shoulder, one at the bottom of your neck, one just under your ear and the other on your lips just before you say, “Not near enough as many as where I wanted them.”

“Didn’t hear you complaining about where my mouth was, Angel.” Alex smirks down at you and you use all your willpower not to go all embarrassed.

“I wasn’t complaining,” You correct him, “I was just meaning I wanted more kisses.”

Alex leans down and kisses you softly for a long few seconds as the both of you try to suppress your grins. When your best friend pulls away from the kiss, he promises you, “I’ll give you all the kisses you want when you wake back up.”

You steal one more from him after nodding to confirm that you’re very okay with that. And once Alex is satisfied that you’re not going to try and leave him again, he lies himself back down on the bed but he stays on his side facing you.

Doing the same, you face your best friend as you’re still silently grinning at each other like lovestruck teenagers. Both of you just admire the other for a minute, not feeling the need to say anything.

You both get back under the covers and comfy enough that you start relaxing and letting sleep seep back into your systems.

You can tell he’s tired, and now you really think about it, the last thing you should have done was try and sneak out just after 8 in the morning. You’d have been knackered all day because your other best friend would be keeping you up asking for all the juicy details. And whilst there was lots of that to share, you are exhausted and definitely need more rest. The lazy day Alex wants with you sounds blissful.

Getting entirely lost staring at your best friend’s features, Alex almost startles you when he brings you out of your thoughts.

“You're still so beautiful Y/N,” Alex smiles, looking into your gorgeous eyes as he reiterates, “Literally so stunning.”

“Thank you Cutie.” You smile, cupping his face and stroking your thumb across his cheek.

And you carry on doing that until you fall asleep. After a few minutes, Alex gently takes ahold of your hand to kiss your palm before holding it until sleep takes over him too.

~*~*~*~

“Come here, Angel.” Alex pulls you body back into his as he guides the both of you back to his bed.  

You almost let out a squeal at the way he picks you up and he places you down on the bed with him hovering over you still. “I fucking adore you.” Alex tells you before trapping you in another deep kiss that has you rooting your fingers in his hair to prolong it.

“You’re so good to me.” Alex praises breathlessly as he kisses down your jaw. “Trying to make me cum like that when I haven’t let you yet. I’m not that mean.”

“You going to make me cum now?” You ask in a much less bratty tone than you had with him earlier.

This time you sound like you’re pleading. A genuine hopeful question this time, as if you’re almost at the point where you’re willing to beg for him.

Alex teases you as he kisses down your neck, shrugging, “Depends.”

“On what?” You ask him and Alex smirks against your neck at the way you’re clutching his body to yours.

“If you’re good or not.” Alex says into your ear.

You’re almost panting, your eyes closed in pleasure as he kisses down your neck, “I’m always good.”

Alex smirks hearing you say that, your desperation is really coming out now. But he teases you and only kisses you for a while longer.

“You want me inside you?” Alex asks after another minute of the two of you mindlessly kissing and grabbing at each other’s bodies desperately.

“Yes.” You nod.

Alex teasingly asks, “How desperately?” Between kisses.

You whine into his mouth and try to buck your hips up against his. And when you make contact it causes both of you to moan. You tell him, ”That much.”

“You’re so fucking desperate for me, look at you Angel.” Alex smirks, feeling just how wet you are for him as your legs are practically wrapped around him and one of his hands comes to grip underneath your thigh.

Moaning at his words, you end up whining, “Fuck me, Alex.”

“Patience Angel, we'll get to it.” And your best friend silences you with another kiss.

Alex takes his sweet time kissing down your body again and he works you up with just his mouth on your skin. But by the time his mouth attaches to yours again he can practically feel how urgent you are to get things started.

It’s no surprise to him at all when you whine, “I need you.”

“Need you too.” Alex smiles a little before he asks you if you still want to do this and if you’re ready.

You don’t hesitate to tell him you are. And when Alex lines himself up and finally eases himself inside you, you can’t help the words that fall from your lips as your nails dig into his shoulder blades, “Oh fuck, fuck.”

The pleasurable stretch of him finally being back inside you is a feeling like nothing else after he’s worked you up so much tonight. You’re beyond ready to be completely overwhelmed with pleasure and Alex releasing a long moan down your ear and it just adds to it.

Initially, Alex doesn’t move. He lets you adjust to him in your own time and as he does, your best friend places one kiss on your shoulder, another on your collarbone. Between the kiss on your neck and the one just under your ear Alex praises, “So good for me, Angel.”

And he kisses you sweetly again which you respond to just how Alex wants. You relax into the gesture and after a few seconds, Alex pulls away enough to ask you, “Can I move?”

“Yes.” You nod and Alex leans down to kiss you again as he sets a steady pace.

It’s everything Alex has wanted and more. The feel of you around him and under him again has him really restraining himself, wanting this to last as long as it possibly can.

The moans slipping from your lips right into his ear fuel him on. He loves everything about this moment with you, taking absolutely nothing for granted and striving to bring you as much pleasure as possible.

Alex is glad that he’s found that his words can add to that now too. Which is why when you just about manage to say, “Harder.” your best friend decides to tantalise you again.

“You want me harder?” Alex asks, not relenting his current pace at all. He just waits until you desperately nod up at him and grip him even tighter before he smirks, “Not my innocent little Angel anymore, are you?”

You just about manage to shake your head before your best friend traps you in another searing kiss. The room becomes significantly hotter when Alex starts fucking into you harder than before.

The helpless moans he forces out of you make Alex even more determined to push you to having the best orgasm you’ve ever had. And the noises you let out and the way you grip his body have words spilling from his own lips.

“You’re so fucking perfect, Y/N/N.” He praises, “Taking me so well.”

And he can see from the way your eyes screw shut when he says that and by the way your breath hitches, that his words turn you on even more. You really weren’t lying when you said you had a praise kink.

“Faster, Alex.” You plead with your eyes closed in bliss, breathlessly telling him, “Want you hard and fast.”

And when Alex obliges, it’s music to his ears. Every thrust has you moaning out for him. Your nails scratching down his back and pulling on his hair to try and keep yourself grounded.

Alex loves hearing and seeing you let yourself go though. He even teases some more, “Who’s making you feel so good Angel?”

“You, Alex.” There’s no hesitation at all from you when you say that.  

You clearly have no control of what’s leaving your mouth anymore because Alex is genuinely surprised and thrilled by your answer to his next question, “Don’t feel this good with anyone else, do you?”

“No, just you.” You ramble as your nails dig into his skin even deeper with each thrust, “Just you… Oh fuck, Alex!”

That was caused by him grabbing his bed frame and he uses that as leverage to thrust into you even harder. Moans turn louder then, and with Alex kissing your neck when he can too, you fully give into every pleasure he brings you. So much that you lose yourself in the experience.

There’s no way in hell you’re going to last long with him railing you like this and Alex already knows. It’s another of the many reasons why he keeps up with his sweet talk.

“You going to cum for me, Angel?”  

Desperately, you nod, “Yes.”

It’s the one thing you’ve been striving for all night. You need it. You need him to give it you.

“You going to moan my name when you do?” Alex asks.

“Yes.” You promise.

“Good girl.” Alex praises, trapping you in another kiss before the both of you helplessly moan into the others mouths as your best friend continues to fuck you.

Your best friend moans out at the way your fingernails scratch down his shoulder blades, adding to his pleasure even more. The way you lean up and kiss his neck when his thrusts allow also has him completely head over heels for you.

Both your bodies are covered in a fine layer of sweat making the room hot and filled with the aroma of sex. The vibrating erotic and lustful energy between you makes it feel like when he puts his lips on your skin, you could ignite. It feels that way anyway.

Alex really has to hold himself together when you moan down into his ear in the most carnal way. It just fuels his movements and he continues thrusting into you hard and fast, just like you asked for.

There’s no filter from what falls from your swollen lips at this point, which is why you try and get out, “Alex, I- I’m going to-”  

As if he didn’t already know. Alex can see you succumbing to the pleasure he’s instilling in you now. He can feel just how close you are. And your best friend uses the information to his full advantage.

Alex thrusts once, twice more… but then he pulls out of you, leaving you right on the edge for the 4th time. But never for the life of him would he have done that if he knew just how you’d react.

“No no no.” You repeat to yourself over and over as you begin to lose yourself to the moment completely.

Clearly, your best friend has found your breaking point because water starts pooling in your eyes, “Alex please, please.”

“Al,” He’s never heard you sound so desperate in your life, “Please, please!”

But your best friend soon realises that it’s not just you begging, you’re genuinely upset and the lack of control you seem to have over your mind and body leads you to desperately cry for him, “I can’t I, I- I need to- Alex, please I-“

Your best friend is shocked beyond belief. He’d have never thought pushing you just once more would result in you getting tearful and you begging him almost like you’re stuck on repeat.

All he wanted to do was prolong how long the both of you could go for but clearly he’s edged you one to many times tonight. And he feels awful about it. Instantly, Alex tries his best to calm you down the best he can and he wipes the tears from your face as he looks down at you with a face filled with concern.

“Angel, it’s okay.” He coos, brushing the loose hairs from your face and catching your tears on his thumb. Softly, he continues, “Shhh, it’s okay… Calm down for me.”

“Alex, I need-” You say through jittery breaths. Your thoughts are clearly jumbled because you end up begging, “Please make me finish Alex, please.” as more tears fall from your gorgeous eyes.

“Okay okay Angel, you’re okay.” Your best friend tells you, wanting to appease you but first he needs to make sure you’re alright.  

Your best friend worries for a minute, as he clearly didn’t mean to push you to such a subspace as he had done. He wanted to push the boundaries of how far you’d let him go but he never expected this.

Guilt is eating away at him as he comforts you, “Stop crying Angel please. You’re okay.” And he litters your face with kisses to try and distract you a little.

He wants your tears to stop. He wants you alright again before the thought of you continuing even enters his head.

“I need you.” You helplessly repeat as the tears fall down your face as you’ve got the tightest grip on his hair so he can’t go anywhere. Not that he was even thinking of doing. “I need you, Al.”  

“You’ve got me Y/N/N.” Alex assures you, regretting his decision to try and prolong the euphoria you were both clearly feeling a minute ago. “You’ve got me. It’s okay, shhh.”

He tries to calm you down, like the way he has done every time you’ve ever cried in his presence. These tears have never been like the others though. These are out of need, frustration, and desperation.

“I’m sorry, I’ll make it better, okay.” Your best friend promises you as he cups your cheek. “Okay?”

You don’t really respond to what he’s saying so he tries to ask again, “Okay?” and you just about nod, assuring him you’ve understood.

And thankfully after another minute, the tears have stopped and you thankfully are alright. Clearly, the edging had got to you far more than Alex or you could have ever anticipated and despite the fact you’ve stopped crying, Alex is still a little worried, “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yes, just please.” You’re more coherent now, but still begging, “I need you to make me finish.”

Lust still clouds your eyes, and the desperation is still there. You’re gripping him just as hard as you were before, Alex doesn’t really know how you haven’t pulled any of his hair out yet.

“Okay Angel,” Alex nods, peppering small kisses around your face again, trying to make sure you’re all relaxed before he even thinks about it, “I promise I will. You’re okay Angel, you’re okay.”

After another minute of him making sure you’re truly alright, you plead with him enough to get the both of you to start back up again. Once Alex is back inside you, he’s overly careful with you this time.

He’s grabbed your hand and he uses that one to hold himself up so the both of you can’t let go of each other and he kisses you again before he starts to slowly thrust again. “This okay?”

Clearly, you’re still in a very subby mindset because you nod just as desperately as before and plead, “Yeah, please let me finish. Please.”

“I will Angel,” Alex promises, clearly knowing he can’t edge you again. “I got you.”

Your best friend speeds up a little. It’s nowhere near the same as it was earlier, he’s probably going slower than when he began earlier. But there’s a different dynamic now.

This feels more intimate. You keep trapping him in kisses by tugging on his hair so his lips don’t leave yours all that often. It’s gentle and caring and clearly full of emotion.

Even though Alex can tell by the whimpers of pleasure you’re letting out for him, Alex has to ask, “That feel nice?”

“Yeah,” You’re getting breathless again now, and with each of his thrusts, your eyes roll back in satisfaction. That doesn’t stop the soft begs leaving your lips though, “Please Alex.”

Alex promises, “I got you, Angel.”

And within minutes, Alex can feel your desperation taking over again. Your hand is gripping his even tighter, the way you kiss him becomes more staggered as you’re trying to catch your breath more often.

Both of you are hot and sweaty again. Your legs are wrapped around his hips so tightly ensuring that he can’t do anything but continue his thrusts. Your foreheads are pressed together at this point and you’re moaning into each other's mouths with your eyes laced shut in pure bliss.

It’s unsurprising when a minute later you feel the tension in your lower stomach reach its optimum. “Alex.” You moan, and Alex knows before you even say it, “Can I?”

He can feel your legs starting to shake around him and he can tell that you’re close just from the feeling of being inside you. Alex doesn’t hesitate to encourage you, “Yes Angel, cum for me.”

Within a few more thrusts, your orgams takes over you completely. From the build up of tension your body has been put through, the relief is unlike anything else.

You see white and you’re not quite sure what sounds you release as you bask in the pleasure that’s sending tingles up and down your body. It’s certain that you’ll never be asking Alex, that is one he can keep for himself because you’re sure that you’d get embarrassed.

Alex finishes just after you, releasing inside you and moaning down your ear that just seems to prolong your high even further. Your orgams lasts a long while and Alex helps you ride through it. He continues thrusting into you until he’s genuinely exhausted and then he kisses you gently as you’re still clearly feeling everything to an even more intense level than you’ve ever experienced with him before.

You know that when Alex pulls out of you, he rests beside you and he asks you if you’re okay. Your eyes are still fixed shut, not wanting to open them as you can still feel your orgasm lingering after a minute and you don’t want it to end.

Other than your panting, you’re silent as you try to regain your breath. The tingles still feel like they're running through your bones and you just lay there deadly still on your best friend's bed. If he didn’t know any better, Alex would think he’d broken you.

After another minute of you not really moving and just basking in the high, Alex gets up and when he comes back you feel a warm, damp cloth cleaning you up which you’re thankful for. And after another minute passes, you finally feel your high fizzle away so at that point you open your eyes and glance at your best friend who’s lying beside you once again.

When your eyes meet the stunning brown ones of his, Alex leans towards you and traps you in another kiss. Afterwards, you get yourself up, knowing you need to clean yourself up even more in his ensuite.

When you come back into his room a few minutes later, you should realise that the duvet you just got fucked on is a completely different colour, but you don’t. You don’t realise that your best friend had stripped his own covers off his duvet to wash, before going to get the one from the spare room for you both to sleep with.

You’re too tired. Truly, you’re surprised you can manage to open your eyes enough to get back in bed with your best friend. But when you do, both of you end up reaching for each other. You’re both entirely exhausted and blissed out, but you can’t even bring yourself to say anything. You just let exhaustion take over.

~*~*~*~*~*~

You’re woken up, you don’t know how long later by Alex groaning in annoyance, “What is that fucking noise?”

Even before opening your eyes, you can feel that you’re pressed up against your best friend, clearly having gravitated towards each other in your sleep. You can feel that you’re tucked into his chest and your head is tucked under his chin and he’s holding you tighter to him in annoyance at whatever it is that’s woken him up.

It takes a few seconds for your other senses to come to you, sight being the last because you really don’t want to get up. You’re so comfy and lovely and warm, you want to stay like this all day.

But when your ears tune into the familiar alarm that’s clearly blaring from downstairs in Alex’s apartment, your eyes fly wide open. Fuck.

You push on your best friend's chest a little as you say, “You need to let me get up.”

Alex however, hears that and decides to hold you tighter and he shakes his head, “Absolutely not.”

“Alex,” You say sharply, trying your best to untuck your head from under his chin so he can see you’re serious when you say, “Unless you want me to have your children, you need to let me up right now.”

That certainly grabs your best friend’s attention, and he looks down at you, asking with a curious yet confused expression, “Why are you having my children?”

“Because if you don’t let me out of my bed to take the pill, you may get a very big surprise in nine months time.” You say as you manage to move further away from him a little but his arms around you tighten once again.

“You wouldn’t tell me until you actually gave birth?” Alex scoffs a little, faking hurt, “That’s nasty.”

You raise a good point, “You’d have got me pregnant by not letting me out of bed so that’s nastier.”

But your best friend refuses to let go of you. Naturally, you sigh, “Alex.” and when that doesn’t work, you resort to old techniques. You poke him just under his ribs in his side and thankfully he jumps and his hold on you falters.

Making the most of the few seconds you’ve caught him off guard, you get yourself up out of bed. Glancing at his clock, you notice that it’s now 11am and you definitely feel a little more rested which you’re thankful for.

“You want a glass of water?” You ask before you get to his door.

And you like the way Alex tiredly smiles at you, “Yes please, Angel.” as you leave.

You walk down the stairs with a skip in your step and you have a smile on your face as you walk over to your bag that you threw to the floor when you were pushed inside last night. You walk to the kitchen digging into your bag, having to pull out your The 1975 merch that you made Matty steal for you before you left to the bar last night, and you get your phone out.

After turning the alarm off, you find the packet of pills and pop out the one for today and you take it after pouring yourself a glass of water. You take a long few sips of it, the cold liquid doing wonders for your throat and dry mouth.

As you drink, you look around your best friend’s open plan living area and you can’t help but glance over to the wall of windows. It’s honestly stunning and the daylight coming through makes the whole place shine.

However, memories of last night come rushing back when you see a few of your sketching pencils lying on the floor by your desk. You almost choke on your water when you see that there are handprints on the window by the desk, and when you look just to the right of it by a metre or so you immediately stop drinking your water and find the window cleaner under the sink.

~*~*~*~

Waking up to the sound of your best friend softly snoring beside you is something that you love but hate. You love it because you feel entirely at ease being back next to him, almost like no time has passed at all.

You certainly feel like you could stay beside him all night with how you’re cuddled into him. But you hate it because you can’t stay like this, and the reason is that you’ve woken up with a horrendously dry mouth.

Unfortunately, you desperately need a drink so you have to slowly wriggle out of your best friend's hold. Managing to somehow do so without waking him, you grab Alex’s shirt that you push off his shoulders earlier and slip it on as you quietly head downstairs to get yourself some water.

After pouring yourself a glass, you pretty much down it loving how refreshing the cold liquid is. You decide to refill it to take it back up to bed with you, but before you do, you go to stand by your desk which still has discarded sketching pencils that you haven’t picked up in months on the surface.

But you’ve moved to that spot so you can watch as the sun starts rising. Watching sunrises is certainly a rare one for you. Sure, you’re more of a morning person than most of your friends but that doesn’t mean that you watch the sunrise every day.

You know you shouldn’t really be watching the sun, but it really is so beautiful as it casts that orange glow over the city you love so much. It warms your heart seeing your hometown wake up like this. it makes you want to paint it, but you don’t have your things so you’ll settle for appreciating the view instead of chasing to capture it.

You’re unsure how much time passes as you absentmindedly watch on. But the sun has only half risen when you feel arms wrap around you from behind, almost startling you.

You don’t say anything as you lean back into Alex’s chest, enjoying the way he’s happy to watch and admire the view with you. Both of you stand there for a while, with him kissing the top of your head as you share your glass of water, that is until you finish it and Alex briefly lets go of you to put it back on his kitchen island.

“We’re lucky, you know?” Is the first thing you say to your best friend when his arms go back around you and you start leaning back into him again.  

Alex mumbles, “Why’s that?” against your head as he kisses it again.

“We live in such a gorgeous city.” You smile at the view and because of how cute your best friend is being. You tell him honestly though, “I miss it all the time.”

Just from your voice alone, Alex knows you’re being genuine. But he didn’t need anymore persuasion because he tells you what he caught sight of a few hours ago.

Alex uncrosses your left arm, that you were hugging yourself with, and he turns your write up so he can see the ink on your skin, “I saw the Yorkshire rose tattoo earlier. When did you get that?”

It’s just a simple outline of the Yorkshire rose. No where near the size of Alex’s, it’s probably no bigger than a £2 coin but it sits proudly on your wrist, always reminding you of home.

“Just before I left after your birthday.” You explain, and go on to show him your right wrist, “Same day me and Y/B/F got the first initial of each other’s names on our other wrists.”

Alex smiles into your neck seeing that, “I’m fairly certain that if she didn’t have Charlie you two would be married.”

“We would be.” You nod, grinning now as you remind your best friend, craning your neck around so you can see him, “Still got my ‘O Speak Again’ though. That’s essentially your name.”

“And Bright Angel is yours.” Alex grins, remembering the day you both got those tattoo’s fondly.

“On that topic.” You tell your best friend seriously, “Don’t stop calling me Angel ever again.”

Alex frowns a little at that, almost not wanting to remind himself or youm “But you told me to.”

What he says hurts your heart, knowing it’s essentially your fault that you haven't been called Angel by your best friend for months. You feel the need to tell him to make sure it never happens again.  

“I was angry that day.” You dismiss what he says entirely, and you look into his brown eyes so he knows you’re serious when you tell him, “You call me Angel till the day I die. And I’ll call you Shakespeare and Darling until the same day.”

Alex smiles at you saying that, but it makes your day when he holds up his little finger and softly asks, “Pinky swear?”

You’re smiling like a fool as you hook your finger around his. And you don’t feel the need to say anything else after that.

Turning back to continue watching the sunrise, you get a little lost watching it again. And that mixed when the gentle kisses your best friend places on your head, leaves you with that warm, gooey feeling inside.

However, the air around the both of you changes from sweet to heated when you feel Alex start to tease you by kissing up your neck at the same time his hand from around your waist loosen slightly and begins to wonder. You can tell by the way he kisses your neck alone where this is heading, and his hand that slowly comes up to slip between the buttons of his shirt to grab your boob is just the confirmation of that.

Instantly a grin comes to your lips and you have to stop yourself from giggling. You tilt your head a little to allow him as much room as he likes to kiss your neck as you ask, “We can’t just have a cute moment can we?”

“We’ve had years of cute moments, let me have this.” Alex chuckles as he playfully squeezes your boob whilst he switches to tease the skin on the other side of your neck.

There’s no way in which you can argue with that logic to be fair. He’s definitely right.

With a smile on your lips, you ask, “How do you go from sweet to horny in the space of a minute?”

“I’m always horny when you’re involved.” Alex doesn’t even seem embarrassed to tell you. “Even more so when you’re wearing nothing but my shirt.”

You can guess at every little thought that's running through his mind and you laugh a little at everything he probably wants to do to you whilst you’re trapped here for the night. In all honesty, as long as you’re not teased again like earlier, you’ll happily let him do as he pleases with you.

Alex’s other hand has now travelled back down your body and between your legs where he moans feeling you’re already wet for him and he started teasing your clit with slow circles. Whimpering at the sensation, your head falls back onto Alex’s shoulder due to the bliss he’s inducing all over again.

Your best friend definitely enjoys you being loud for him, because his teasing gets more intense and you can feel the faint line of his lips pulling into a smile on your neck. Your eyes are closed as you savour the way he’s making you feel. You definitely fucking love his hands, that’s a straight fact at this point.

And that mouth. From the kisses he teases you with, to the way you can feel his hot breaths on your skin, making your neck even more sensitive. And the words that spill from his lips have you all but crumbling in his arms. Especially when he’s asks you vulgar questions like, “Can I fuck you over your desk, Angel?”

You just about get out between ragged breaths, “And you think I’m the filthy one.”

“You are.” Alex doesn’t hesitate to tell you honestly, “But I’ve always thought about it every time you were standing here painting and flirting with me.”

Somehow you’re not entirely surprised. After tonight though, you don’t think he’ll ever say anything to shock you again. Your best friend is a suggestive person and now you’ve experienced just how dirty-minded he is, you’re unsure how you’ll look him in the eyes when you next have to look at him when you’re surrounded by your friends knowing exactly the things he’s thinking about you.

“So what's your answer?” Alex brings you out of your head.

Your legs are getting weaker and weaker at this point, as Alex is still teasing your clit. So you don’t give it much thought when you just say, “Please.”

“Using that word very loosely now.” Alex can’t help but smirk a little.

“The edging is finished, Alex.” You make a point of saying because you don’t want that again. However good your orgasm ended up being, you just want him to make you cum without delay. “That’s done. I just want you to fuck me.”

“I know,” Alex can’t help but smirk, but he kisses just below your ear sweetly before saying, “Just want to make you feel good, Angel.”

Before you even know it, you’re being bent over your desk so you’re both facing the window and despite knowing you’re not, you feel like the whole of Sheffield is getting a show. Alex pushes his shirt up your body so your arse is on full display to him and after pulling his boxers off, Alex runs the tip of his hard cock between your legs to tease you even more and make you whine with want before he sinks into you.

Your eyes close at the sensation of him being inside you again and from your heavy breathing alone Alex can tell that you’re already enjoying yourself. “You look fucking stunning, Angel.” Alex tells you and your heart leaps in your chest when he bends himself over the top of you and moves your hair from behind one of your ears so he can tell you, “Such a good girl for me.”

And when he picks himself up from you after the quickest peck on your shoulder blade, you’re taken by surprise when your best friend slaps your arse, hard. Just from the gasp that falls from your lips, Alex knows you liked it and as he starts fucking you at a fast pace just like earlier on, he can tell that you’re enjoying this position too.

Alex’s fingers dig into your hips as he buries himself inside of you over and over again and you can’t help but love the way it’s so strikingly different from your other times with him. You wanted him to show you everything he’s learnt over the years and you were certainly getting the star treatment.

Each movement was pleasure inducing and sensory overload. Each time his hand slapped your arse caused the sweetest moan to fall from those not so innocent lips of yours and Alex is trying to commit the scene to memory but he truly doesn't think he’ll ever forget this.

“Oh fuck, Y/N/N.” He curses, unable to stop himself.

Your best friend watches the way he sinks into you over and over, entirely in awe at the way you’re taking him so well when he’s being rough with you. He’s certain the scene will truly live rent free in his mind for years and he favours the way you gasp and moan things like, “Alex, oh shit, right there.” that you can’t help but let out.

Smirking, your best friend asks as he continues to drill into you, “Does that feel good, Angel?”

Panting, you nod loving the way he talks to you when you’re entirely at his mercy like this. You relish the way you can just let yourself go and give into every last impulse and desire when you’re with him like this.

Your best friend smacks your arse hard causing you to yelp and lose your breath all over again. He drives you fucking insane in the best way possible.

“Words Y/N/N,” Alex demands, leaning over you a little more as he carries on fucking you. He fucks you even harder from this angle and he asks again, “Am I making you feel good?”

“Yes. So good Alex.” You’re breathlessly panting, nodding against the wooden surface you’re pressed against with your eyes closed in pure bliss, “So fucking good.”

You’re glad the filthy mouth of his has made a comeback because you almost melt when he asks you, “Bet you’ve thought about this just as much as me, haven't you?”

Without hesitating you tell him what he wants to hear, “Yes, all the time we were here.” and you’re not completely lying. You had thought about this in moments where you’d get lost in your head.

You’ve fancied him for years and between your history and the flirting, it was in the back of your mind when you were free to get with Alex if you wanted to.

“Thought so.”  Smacks your arse again causing another loud moan as he stands back up properly and he keeps burying his hips into yours with an impossibly tight grip on your hips. “You’re fucking flawless, Angel. Taking me so well.”

The praise makes you moan out for him. Any encouragement you could give him without you explicitly saying it would work nicely for you. Anything to keep him going like this really, and thankfully it works.

Feeling him nudge your heels to move your feet closer together, it makes the feeling of Alex being inside you tighter and more fulfilling, like you can feel more of him. At the same time you feel him gather you long hair and take a handful of it before he wraps it around his fist before he pulls it back so your back is arched a little and he starts relentlessly fucking into you.

Your hands try to keep you steady on the window but all that does is stop your hips from taking all the force of his thrusts like they have been doing. Not that there would be any hope in saving them from bruises now, you know that you’ll be littered in them in a matter of hours.

You truly love everything about Alex being rough with you, but with the way he’s causing your back to arch from the consistent pulling on your hair, it changes the position slightly. And unfortunately it’s not in the best way for you.

His cock hitting your cervix one too many times has you needing to change positions. So you get your best friends attention, hoping for him to choose another position that is just as pleasurable but in which ever way he wants to fuck you.

Once you tell him to switch the positions up a little bit, and you promise him you’re okay again, you’re sitting on the desk with your best friend now between your legs pushing back into you again. Alex has ahold of underneath your legs, keeping them high enough so you have to use your arms to lean back once he starts fucking you again.

His shirt you were wearing pools by your wrists but at this point you really don’t give a shit if anyone could see you or not.

The way your best friend starts fucking you in this position is just as good as it was when you were pressed against the desk. Alex wastes no time trapping you into another kiss and you try your best to kiss him back and not moan out like you want too.

One of your arms ends up leaving the shirt as you reach up to wrap your arm around his neck so you can keep kissing him as his thrusts continue. And it’s heavenly. You genuinely feel like your whole body is on cloud 9.

“Put your arms around my neck for a minute.” Alex instrusts and you go as you’re told after he pauses fucking into you.

Once you have, Alex drops your legs a little but only so he can get a better grip underneath your thighs. You’re about to ask what he’s doing but then you feel him pick you up.

In slight shock, you ask him, “Where are we going?”

Alex moves his hands for a second so he gets a good grip of your arse and he smiles when he says, “Always wanted to do something with you.”

“Okay.” You nod, not having a problem with trying something with him. But as he’s carrying you to wherever he wants you, and as he starts kissing your neck again, you catch sight of something that certainly wasn’t there the last time you were in this flat. “Alex, why do you have that painting?”

Your 3 by 5 foot painting of a cherry blossom tree is hanging on the wall above his lounge area which you always told Alex that he needed some artwork on. Never for a second did you think you would see your painting - that you thought was sold to someone you would never see again at your gallery - proudly sitting up there as a centrepiece.

“I bought it.” Alex tells you between sucking marks onto your neck.  

“I told you not to buy any of my paintings at my show.” You say seriously as you tug on his hair so he’ll look at you again.

And when you see his stunning brown eyes again, he doesn’t hesitate to tell you, “I couldn’t not buy it when I saw it. I love it.”

Whilst that is heartwarming, you can’t help but be annoyed at him. You shake your head, telling him off,  “Alex, it was eleven thousand pounds!”

“Best money I’ve ever spent.” He tells you and before you can argue with him, you feel your back being pressed up against a cool surface, and Alex distracrs you by asking, “Now will you please let me fuck you against the window like I’ve dreamed of doing since you mentionned it when we first walked into this place?”

“Fucking hell,” You’re truly shocked, you can’t believe that he’s remembered that after so long, “You’ve thought about that all this time?”

Your words honestly whirled around his mind each and every time you looked out of the widow whilst you were here. Your best friend remembers trapping you against that window like it was yesterday but in reality it was almost 10 years ago.

“Also, you’re going to judge me for saying this but imagine having sex and this was the backdrop,” You grin a little bit as you lean against the window.

Alex's eyes go wide at that. He didn’t need to picture having sex with you in his new home. He was moving out to get away from that.

“Are you saying you want to be fucked against a window?” Alex jokes, but he’s definitely curious to know the answer.

You smirk a little bit but just raise your eyebrows suggestively, “I’m just saying it would be pretty cool.”

“Never thought you’d be one to risk people seeing you,” Alex tells you.

“Could say the same for you,” You give him a pointed look.

Alex frowns in confusion but you just shake your head at him saying, “Don’t give me that look, everyone’s read that article about you and Alexa getting off at the NME awards and whoever saw you thought you were gunna shag until Alexa threw up in your mouth.”

Alex lets out a little laugh then but he shakes his head, “She didn’t throw up in my mouth. She stopped kissing me and threw up on the floor. And then I had to clean her up.”

“You’re not denying that you’d have sex where someone could see you,” You chuckle and lean cross your arms as you lean back a little more.

Alex steps forward then and stops just in front of you all while you maintain eye contact with him. Jesus, you look gorgeous today.  

“Alright. I would yeah,” Alex admits. “Fuck someone against a window, sure.”

You grin knowing he definitely would, but what you don't expect is for his eyes to stay connected to yours as he says, “You’re right the view would be stunning.”

“You’re not looking out the window,” You point out with your eyebrows raised.

Alex nods, his eyes fixed on yours, “I know.”

“I’ve wanted to do this every time you were in here, Angel.” Alex tells you as he adjusts his hands to grip underneath your thighs again.  

You shake your head, but the grin on your lips clearly lets your best friend know just how amused you are by this. If he wants to fuck you against the window that’s certainly fine by you.

You even go as far to pretend that you’re nonchalant by the idea. You just demand in a waiting tone, “Get on with it then.”

Alex smirks, nodding, “Yes Miss.” before trapping you in another kiss and he continues to fuck you at the same pace as before.

To say it was a dream come true would be the understatement of the century. Alex fucking loved every second of it.

From the way your body would rise and fall against his own from the force of his thrusts, to the sounds that you’d make when he was clearly hitting your G-spot over and over. Knowing from the look on your face as your head falls back against the window and he can see the pleasure written all over your face with each thrust.

You feel heavenly wrapped around him and the way you lose yourself, moaning loudly for him, “Oh fuck, Al.” and after another few sharp thrusts he can feel you getting closer to the edge. It’s just confirmed by the way you tug on his hair even harder than before as you gasp,  “Alex, fuck.”

He’s sweating with pure desire running through his veins as he continues fucking you when he asks, “You gunna cum for me, Angel?”

“Yes.” You helplessly nod, now letting your head fall against his.

You're raggedly breathing and moaning onto the other's face for the last few thrusts. But when your orgasm hits, Alex feels you clench around him and your moans start ringing in his ears, you make him cum too.

Your vice-like grip of his hair doesn’t loosen until you’ve come down from your high. And you only realise how tightly you must have been pulling on his hair when you eventually let it go and open your eyes to see slightly more relief fill your best friend's post orgasm face.

He looks otherworldly. He’s sweaty, giving his skin that glowing shine that you always can’t help but admire when he’s on stage. Some of his hair is even falling in front of his face too and he looks fucking gorgeous. Not to mention the way he’s looking at you like you’re the only thing in the world that could ever make him as happy as he seems to be. It feels like an honour and a privilege to get to see him like this… And it’s only for your eyes to see.

Before you get too lost in your thoughts, Alex traps you in another kiss. This time it’s sweet, loving, and slow. Like there’s no rush at all in the world. It’s another moment you’d happily lose yourself in.

Unfortunately you can’t pause time and keep yourself in this moment forever, so when you pull away you just admire your best friend for a few seconds more. You don’t seem to realise that Alex is doing exactly the same thing though.

“You were right.” He takes you a little by surprise by saying. And when you raise your eyebrows in a little confusion, Alex confirms, looking down at you and then keeping his eyes on yours as he says, “Stunning view.”

You can’t help but laugh as you try to stop your cheeks from heating up. You fail though so you just slowly shake your head at your best friend and say softly, “I adore you, you know?

The smile that lights up Alex’s face after you say that is a moment you’ll remember for the rest of your life. He grins, “I adore you too.”

And after one more kiss, Alex pulls away to say, “Come on Angel, let's go shower.”

~*~*~*~

After cleaning the smudged outline of your body from the window and your handprints from the one in front of your desk, you pick up the stationary from the floor, before going back to get your water and pour Alex one. As you walk back through the lounge to get to the stairs you turn back to admire the wall that is now home to your cherry blossom painting.

You have to admit, it looks great up there. It works really well as a centrepiece and it makes his apartment look finished… More homely. You’ve by no means forgiven him for buying it, but you do like the fact it went to a loving home.

Casting your eyes away from your painting, you head back upstairs with your drinks in hand. You’ve brought your bag up with you as well, with your merch hanging over the top of it so you can wear it when you decide to get dressed later on.

“What took you so long?” Alex pouts as you walk into the room.

You smile at him as you place both of your drinks down on his bedside table. As Alex takes a sip of his, you tell him a little white lie, “Was just admiring your new painting.”

He coyly grins at you then, expecting you to tell him off for buying it now you weren’t otherwise engaged but you surprise him when you don’t. Instead you just take another sip of your drink and after you ask him, “Can I charge my phone please?”

“Yeah,” Alex nods, reaching down beside his bedside table and the bed to grab the wire that had fallen, he pulls it back up and says, “There you go.”

A small ‘thank you’ leaves your lips but then when you unlock your phone and scroll down to see the notifications you’ve missed, you see a shitload from Matty.

“Fucking brilliant.” You sigh before you read them as you drop your bag and top to the floor beside the table.

Alex questions, “What?”

“Curly found out.” You don’t hesitate to tell him as you look back to your phone.  

But Alex takes your attention back by saying, “Wasn’t aware it was a secret.”

“It’s not,” You shake your head, because you’re sick of secrets, you weren’t going to keep it from anyone, you just wanted a day where you could just live in peace with the decision you made, “I just asked Adam not to tell him last night.”

“Why?” Alex asks, as you finally click onto your messages.

“Because endless drunk texts and calls like I’ve received happens.” You tell him and take a proper look at what you received.

3 missed calls from Curly

Curly: Wheels

Curly: Please think about what you’re doing x

Curly: I’m not saying this because I’m jealous or spiteful, I’m just worried about you x

Curly: I don’t want him to mess with your head anymore, I’m just worried after what you said to me at your gallery x

Curly: Just make sure you’re doing it for the right reasons x

Curly: At least let me know you got home alright???? x

Curly: Call me when you can, just want to make sure you’re alright xx

“I’ll call him later.” You sigh, tapping off of his contact.

“You can call him tomorrow.” Alex bargains, and after you glance back into his gorgeous brown eyes, he smiles, “Day with me remember.”

He makes you grin when he says that, and you don’t attempt to hide it as you say, “How could I forget?”

Glancing back at your phone, you see that your other best friend has also sent you a few texts and you have to stop yourself from grinning like a fool in front of Alex so he doesn’t ask about them.

Wifey: Hope you’re getting dicked down by Turner right now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’m home safe, enjoy yourself bestie xxxxx

And you see another that she’d sent you earlier this morning saying, which makes you smile just as much.

Wifey: Damn, no reply. He must be good x

Wifey: Hope you survived the night! Excited for the dirty details in a bit xoxox

But the best text on your phone this morning is from your soulmate, George Daniel.

Hubby: Slightly offended you didn’t wanna come home with me tbh. Next time Baby xx

You smile and shake your head as you put your phone down and give your attention back to your best friend who’s waiting in bed for you.

“Can we just sleep and chat all day because you really pulled a number on me.” You ask as you straddle him to move across the bed before you lie down beside him.

Alex chuckles a little at that, raising his arm up so you can slot yourself back into his side, “Feeling fragile?”

“This is the most sore I think I’ve ever felt, Al.” You half laugh at your aching body.  

Your best friend smiles at that, feeling the need to ask if you think it was worth it, “You enjoy it though?”

“I don’t have any complaints,” You grin up at him, however, you poke his chest playfully and say, “But I will be complaining every time I move that I’m sore though.”

“I’m sorry.” Alex presses his lips together to stop himself from smiling.

“No, you’re not.” You playfully scoff at him because you knew he was in it to make you feel him when you eventually left. And you’re certain you’ll probably feel him for days.

Smirking, Alex says, “You’re right, I’m not.” before he slides his hand down your side, over your hips before resting it on your arse.

You push his hand away, having none of it, “Hands off my hips and arse.” for no other reason other than you’re littered in bruises. You don’t need any more.  

“Jesus,” Alex laughs, moving his hand further up to your waist as he pulls you into him a little more, “I dread to think what you’d be like if I didn’t take you into the shower.”

You shake your head, “Don’t even want to think about how sore I’d be.”

When you’d eventually made it back upstairs last night after your best friend fucked you against the window, Alex could tell you were tender and felt the need to help you relax a little. And he knew that hot water would ease your muscles a lot, so you showered together.

You also got a lot of kisses on your lips whilst in there. So you prolonged your experience just for those too.

So his aftercare with you had been brilliant. He was affectionate and caring with you the whole time which after a night of rough sex felt really nice.

You feel like it even eased the aches your body was experiencing when you woke up 2 hours afterwards and the both of you had round 3. Round 3 started with Alex waking you up with kisses all over your neck and shoulder blade.

From being pressed against him in your cuddle, you could feel that he was hard again. Truly, you must applaud this man’s reboot and recovery time.

Knowing exactly what your best friend was after, you gave into him and after getting off with him in his bed with hands starting to roam again the both of you moved things along quickly. Yes it wasn’t technically nighttime anymore with more daylight pouring through his window than before, but it was still an ungodly hour of the morning. So you didn’t hesitate to ride your best friend's face and you shamelessly came quickly from that with how sensitive you still were.

Alex savoured every second, his hands groping your arse, making sure you didn’t move until you were cumming on his tongue. And the noises he had you making filled his room and echoed in his ears meaning every last sense Alex had, got him unbelievably turned on.

So much so that after you got off his face, you moved further down his body and sank yourself down onto his hard cock. Making your best friend moan out into his bedroom from just your movements alone was ego fuelling for you after being so submissive towards him earlier.

But in a way, Alex still had control of everything you were doing to him. His grip was tight on your hips, verbally and nonverbally encouraging you to continue. It was confirmed to you just how submissive you were to him during this round when his thumb ended up between your lips.

“So loud for me Angel,” Alex smirks up at you riding him and he reaches up to cup your jaw but his thumb runs over your lips until you part them for him and you know by the way he’s looking at you that he wants to keep you like this.

“I know I’ve got a nice cock but you’d wake the neighbours with how loud you’re being now.” Alex exaggerates a little but it works in his favour. He likes the way you suck on his thumb as it’s clearly an oral fixation that you need to mute just how loud your moans get.

It seemed to make you work harder towards achieving both of your orgasms though. Especially when Alex gives you more praise and encouragement to keep your hips moving at exactly the pace he wanted, so you could both finish at the same time.

You sucked his thumb until seconds before your orgasm hit you which was caused by Alex pressing the same thumb that was just in your mouth to your clit and it threw you over the edge. And as you came you all but collapsed onto your best friend, moaning loudly right into his ear which made him cum too.

It was truly so fucking amazing. And after cleaning yourselves up again, the both of you fell right back to sleep in each other's arms. And you stayed like that until you woke up earlier and tried to sneak out on him. But now, you’re glad you stayed and you’re thankful that it hasn’t been awkward in the slightest.

It feels normal. It feels right. And you feel comfortable so there was no need to try to escape in the first place.

Alex brings you back out of your thoughts by offering you a possible remedy for your aching body. “You can have another shower if that will make you feel any better?”

“No, I’ll be fine.” You promise, “Just doing nothing will help.” and you snuggle into him

~*~*~*~

After lying down and chilling in bed for a little bit longer, both of you decided to come downstairs and have a late breakfast. You’re sitting on the settee - where hours ago you were in a very different position - and Alex is on the other. Not because you wanted to be apart, purely because you’d just stretched your legs out when you sat down to eat.

The TV is on in the background and you’ve both got a bowl of cereal each and you’re happily chatting about anything and everything. You’ve just told him about an event you’ve been invited to which is essentially a networking event for different artists and a way to appreciate each other's work whilst also expanding your social network.

“Where’s that then?” Alex asks you curiously, both your eyes not really leaving the TV.

You have a spoonful of Frosties after telling him, “It’s at Somerset House.”

“Damn, that’s posh for a girl from Sheffield.” Alex jokes and you laugh and raise your eyebrows silently saying a joking ‘I know.’

You’re bound to feel some imposter syndrome, but you know that your work speaks for itself and you’re always up for appreciating other people's creations. You know you’ll have a good night regardless.

“Do you have to dress all fancy?” Alex asks as the both of you keep your eyes on the screen whilst you eat.

Despite you not really knowing if he even looks your way or not, you nod as you say, “Yeah, very formal one.”

“What are you going to wear to that then?” Your best friend asks you curiously.

But Alex thinks that even if he had all the time in the world to prepare for your answer, what you give him still would have knocked all the air from his chest.

“It gives me an excuse to finally get around to wearing that dress I was gonna wear on our date,” You say nonchalantly, “Forgot how good I felt in it.”

Thinking back to you and Y/B/F deciding what would be suitable or not to wear to the networking event made you smile. Especially her reminding you of how good you felt in the red dress that was just collecting dust in your wardrobe. It’ll definitely be nice to finally get some use out of it now you feel like you can. You need to remember to take it back down to London with you.

Both of you settle into what you assume to be a comfortable silence after that, nothing else particularly sparking any conversation as you eat. But clearly, it’s just you that's forgiven and forgotten because when you glance back at Alex a few seconds later, you can see that tears have flooded his eyes and they are just about to fall down his face.

“Woah, what’s wrong?” You ask shocked, completely discarding your cereal and going over to him.

You sit close beside him taking his bowl out of his hand and putting it on the coffee table. For a second he won’t look at you but you force him to, wanting him to start talking.

With your hand resting on his cheek, gently moving his head so he will look at you when he looks up again. Your heart hurts seeing him upset, especially when he tells you, “You know, I still have so much hate for myself for that day? As I rightly should.”

“I should have come and picked you up.” Alex’s voice chokes up when he looks at you with watery eyes as if pleading with reality itself. As if he could just rewrite the past by merely speaking it into existence. “I should have taken you out to that restaurant that I booked for us. And I should have kissed you before dropping you back off home. And maybe been cheeky enough to ask if I could come inside.”

Your best friend wipes away his own tears that fall from his brown eyes, and you feel like he’s practically looking into your soul when he says, “I’m honestly so so sorry. I just want you to know that I never meant a word I said that night.”

Before you even have a chance to respond, your best friend continues, “I just really don’t want you to think that I think that of you because I swear, I don’t. I truly don’t.” He takes a shaky breath then as tears continue to spill down his face.

“Alex, Darling.” You coax him to open his eyes and look at you then, still gently stroking his cheek. After shuffling a little closer to him, he does look at you and you finally get a chance to softly ask him, “Do you think I would have even entertained the thought of last night if I believed that you meant that in any way?”

You’re still cupping his face as you ask him this and your thumb wipes away the stray tears that keep falling. A little helplessly, Alex answers, sounding like he’s lost, “I don’t know.”

Raising your eyebrows but smiling at him, he seems to get some clarity back. Alex clears his throat before shaking his head, “No, you wouldn’t have.”

The realisation that you have forgiven him fully though makes Alex’s eyes well up again and your heart aches for him. Without hesitating, you move so you’re straddling him so you can hug him close to you.

“Aw Al, come here.” You throw your arms around his neck and you’re thankful when you feel his arms go around your back. You swear, “I promise you, it’s okay. It’s long forgotten in my mind.”

Your best friend hugs you like you’re about to disappear. And it’s a hug that he clearly really needs so you don't rush him. Sitting there for about a minute in his arms until he’s calmed down a little bit, you only let go of each other and you sit back on his lap when Alex croaks out, “I just can’t forget you saying that our first time was a mistake... That still hurts because I don’t regret sleeping with you at all.”

Bless his heart. You’re shocked that from all the things you said to each other that day, that’s the thing that stuck with him the most.  

“Al, I don’t regret it.” You shake your head, promising him, “It wasn’t a mistake. I just said it because I was upset.”

His brown eyes go wide then. Like he doesn’t believe you as he asks, “Really?”

“Yeah,” You nod, letting your thumb run over his cheek again to gently comfort him as you smile, “Still one of the best decisions we ever made.”

“Really?” The disbelief that you mean that ringing clear in his voice.

“Yeah, of course.” You nod with a bright smile. You even go as far as to say, “I don’t think we’d be here right now if we didn’t do that back then and-”

Alex’s thumb gently comes up to your bottom lip then, stopping you from continuing. But he just gently shakes his head and explains, “I don’t want to think of a reality where you aren’t in my life, Angel.”

That causes your heart to ache for him then because you don’t want to think of a world in which he’s not a part of your life either. You assure him, “I’m here for good.” And laugh a little as you add, “Until you tell me to fuck off anyways.”

Alex shakes his head. A silent way of telling you that’s never going to happen.

You smile and go back to the previous subject, “Besides, I don’t think we would have been such close friends if it didn’t happen back then. Do remember that secret bound us for twelve years.”

Softly, Alex sighs as he starts playing with the rings on your fingers, “I still wish it was our secret.”

“I don’t.” You tell him, causing him to look back up into your eyes as you smile, “We’re here now because it’s not.”

After smiling at each other for a minute, Alex goes back to twisting your rings round on your fingers. The only thing that breaks your comfortable silence is your best friend apologising again, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” You promise him.

“It’s not.” He shakes his head, “I’m just so sorry I called you that.”

Again, you’re about to tell him that you’ve forgiven him but Alex continues before you can, saying something that surprises you a little, “And I shouldn’t have called Peter a slag in Fluorescent Adolescent either.”

“You’re right, you shouldn’t have. But he did turn out to be one and he was a prick.” You shrug, not exactly minding the Peter slander but you get where he’s coming from. “So we live and we learn.”

“I know.” Alex nods, sighing a little before he explains, “It was me being arsey because I was worried about you and I didn't know it at the time but I was clearly just a jealous twenty year old.”

You immediately cringe hearing how long ago that was, “Oh my god, we are old. Don’t say ages.”

“We’re not old.” Alex smiles, “I’m thirty-three and you will be too in a few months.”

“Exactly.” The thought disgusts you. You still feel like you’re 22 so you reiterate that you’re both, “Old fuckers.”

Alex chuckles at that but what he says next makes you pause. Your best friend says with absolutely no hesitation, “We may be old fuckers but as long as we still fuck good, then I see no issue.”

And you absolutely lose it. You start laughing loudly when he says that and you’re wheezing when you tell him, “That’s going in my poetry book.”

Your laughs are contagious because he’s started chuckling at your reaction. He’s also adamant when he says, “I want the credit.”

You nod, still laughing and you try to calm down but you end up wheezing, “I can’t believe you just said that.”

Only when your laughter dies down does Alex say, “True though, isn’t it?”

Your giggles linger as you lean in a little closer to ask, “I don’t know, do I still fuck good?”

“You’re the most perfect little sub I could have asked for.” Alex grins up at you.

You roll your eyes at that playfully but you explain to him, “I’m not always a sub like that Alex but when you push my skirt up, spank me, and make me fuck your fingers as soon as we’re in the room it sets the mood.”

“I thought you were a little too perfect if you were just a sub.” Alex smiles as his hands run soothingly up your thighs.

“Well, yeah, you know?” You shrug, not really knowing what to say without getting all embarrassed.  

“You’re not going to dom me today then?” Alex cheekily asks, already knowing the answer he’s going to get but if he doesn’t ask he definitely won't get.

Shaking your head, you chuckle, “I don’t think I’ll be touching anyone for a while, thank you.”

The smile that finds its way to Alex’s lips then could light up a room. He looks so gorgeous with such a bright grin on his face. It makes your heart flutter.

“There’s that smile” You grin, absolutely adoring the fact a smile is back on his gorgeous face. You lean forwards the slightest bit but instruct him, “Come here and kiss me.”

“Actually, I take it back.” Alex says as his hand comes up to cup your cheek.

You narrow your eyes at him, furrowing your eyebrows a little when you ask, “What?”

“I like it when you ask if you can kiss me.” Alex grins and you have to force yourself not to smile.

You shake your head, pretending to be annoyed as you try not to laugh, “Get fucked Alex.”

“I’m trying.” He smiles before pulling you down into the kiss.  

Kissing him really is like a breath of fresh air and it's no surprise when both of you get lost in the gesture entirely. Initially, it’s sweet and innocent, just cute kisses that you share that say that the both of you are okay after a relatively heavy chat. But of course the both of you don’t show any restraint.

When Alex deepens the kiss, the mood changes and the air becomes charged. And when his lips start tracing your jaw to eventually find your neck you find yourself wanting to start grinding on him.

You don’t let yourself and you aim to stop your best friend from getting carried away too.

“Right, stop.” You route your fingers in his hair giving it a halfhearted tug so he stops abusing your neck, “We’re not teenagers, I don’t need my neck marking up more than it already is.” You tell him because your whole body is fucking littered in bruises his mouth had left on you.

“Sorry,” Alex says sarcastically into your neck, not stopping at all. But he does ask, “Shall I just go back to your thighs?”

“You’re so fucking annoying.” You groan, only being half serious.

Alex laughs when he argues, “You love it.” and he feels no resistance at all when he starts kissing your neck again.

You really do, and he knows this so he doesn't believe you when you say, “You wish.”

And he certainly doesn’t believe it when you start grinding down on him or when you moan a little at him doing it. Alex certainly doesn’t believe that you don’t want to shag him again when you start practically dry humping him and whimpering and whining for him when he helps you by grabbing your hips and pulling you into him more.

After a while, you’re both left breathless and you’ve clearly reached the end of your tether because when you pull away from another intense kiss, your eyes are filled with pure lust as you tell him to, “Take your top off.”

Alex smirks, doing exactly what you’re asking of him but he also cheekily asks, “Thought you said you weren’t going to dom me today?”

“Alexander,” You warn him, “Shut up unless you want me to stop.”

He just laughs, “Sorry Miss Y/L/N.”

After getting off with him for a few more minutes, you get to the point where you need more clothes to be removed. You don't even say anything as you get yourself up off him, your hands just find the waistband of the joggers he’s wearing got yourself up off him, stripping them off him along with his boxers exposing his hard cock.

You take the boxers you stole from him this morning off yourself before straddling your best friend and lining him up with you so you can sink down on him immediately. Both of you then proceed to make each other feel amazing one last time. It isn’t rough like it was last night, it’s slow and drawn out.

Both knowing that you won’t give in to the temptation again, you made the most of it. Alex pulls his hoodie off you seconds after you feel the pleasurable stretch of him being inside you again and after it’s off and you start riding him, the moans that fall from your lips has Alex in total awe of you.

You’re a feast for his eyes and ears. If this is going to be the last time he wants to memorise every second just as much as he wants to feel you.

If asked, Alex would most likely say this is the most drawn out sex he’d ever had. Neither of you are chasing orgasms like you were doing last night, you’re both just letting it slowly build.

And after endless kisses, praises, encouragements, your orgasms build and build until you both can’t stop them from consuming you. When the sensation inevitably hits you both, it’s unlike anything Alex had experienced before. It’s really intense and the slow build of it made the release even better.

You fall forward into Alex's chest, all hot and sweaty, when you eventually stop trying to ride out your high. You feel euphoric and you just need a minute to bask in it.

As you hide yourself away into his shoulder, Alex catches his breath too, and you focus on the feeling of his hand running up and down the middle of your back. Then you feel him placing a kiss on your shoulder, and a few up to your neck, which you would bet money on would have a bruise tomorrow.

“Yeah,” Alex then whispers in your ear, “You’re definitely an Angel.”

This makes you giggle into his neck and once you regain the ability to move, you kiss your best friend a few times before you escape to the bathroom to clean yourself up.

~*~*~*~

“I just want someone who I can spend all day in bed with on a Sunday listening to music. I don’t think that’s too much to ask for.” You sigh as you settle back into bed beside your best friend. “That’s the dream.”

Alex smiles, “Well I can pretend it’s Sunday.”

You giggle and you press your lips to his playfully. The both of you have ended up kissing a lot these past few hours. You’re unapologetically getting them every chance you can.

Today, you would guess you’ve had more kisses than you did the day after with Matty, but Matty knows you like the back of his hand. He knows when you need affection and it was always after sex. Especially after rough sex.

But you and Alex haven’t done this before. Not like this anyway. So it just leaves you both a bit dazed and you get the kisses you crave. If anything you’ve stocked up on them.

Once you part, and you’re just lying down facing each other, you smile as you think out loud, “You know, I think it’s your fault I need kisses after nights like that.”

Alex smiles, not arguing with your logic, but he does question, “Why’s it my fault?”

“Because that’s how you made sure I was okay the first time.” You surprise Alex at the details you remember from all those years ago. Even more so that you noticed, “You did it last night too... The first time anyway.”

Alex just smiles, not wanting to confirm or deny anything. He just playfully teases, “I knew you were being needy because you wanted me to kiss you.”

You scoff in betrayal, “Why didn’t you kiss me then?”

“It wound you up, didn’t it?” Alex smirks, and that’s all you need to know that he didn’t kiss you on purpose. You frown at him, pretending to be annoyed, but it works in your favour because Alex just cuddles up to you and kisses you once before reminding you, “Typically Y/N/N, there’s not a lot of kissing in angry sex.”

“It wasn’t proper angry sex though.” You counter argue, “Like it was great, don’t get me wrong. But like it wasn’t a hate fuck, it was a ten-years-worth-of-sexual-tension fuck.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” Alex shrugs, giving in and pressing his lips to yours again.

You grin, “I usually am.”

“Damn, my Angel’s getting cocky.”

You grin but you decide to playfully bring up a few things from last night that you don’t want repeating after today, “Don’t be getting possessive again today. You had your fun with that last night.”

When he kept asking you things like 'who's are you?’ and ‘who’s making you feel good?’ you were giving him the answers he wanted to hear at that moment. Answers that were going to give you your orgasm or not, so you chose the easy path for answering them.

“Yeah that was nice for me.” Alex sighs, feeling very relaxed as he replays that audio in his mind.  

“Don’t let it get to your head.” You interrupt his thoughts, “I’m my own. Yeah, you were making me feel good in the moment but you don't own me.”

Alex just smiles at you instead and jokes, “Stepping on my ego Angel.”

“Well,” You shrug, “Someone has too.”

“I know, I know.” Alex grins, pulling you into his body more, loving the feeling of you being back beside him. “Surprised you didn’t do the same back to me before to be honest.”

You were definitely in control of every movement before. Their were praises and encouragements from both of you but Alex was truly surprised you didn’t decide to level the playing field.

You say confidently and proudly, “Didn’t have to ask to know that all you could think about was me.”

Both of you share a grin and you kiss him softly a few times again before you say, “Thank you by the way.”

Alex frowns a little not knowing, “What for?”

“For taking care of me when I lost myself.” You explain. “It’s good to know I can lose myself and I’ve got someone who will look after me.”

Alex knows you’re talking back when he pulled out last night and you got a little upset about it. He doesn’t want you to feel embarrassed about it at all so he just assures you, “You don’t need to thank me, Angel. I guess I’m sorry for making you cry.”

“It’s okay.” You chuckle, keeping the topic lighthearted, “You were right. It was worth the pay off in the end, but fucking hell, I’m never doing that again.”

Alex can’t stop himself from asking, “What? Fucking me again or edging?”

“The edging.” You say without a second thought which actually surprises your best friend. Thinking back to it, you sign, “That was definitely enough for me.”

Alex’s hand runs down your side again, teasingly over your hip and when he grabs your arse to pull you into him again, Alex jokes, “I just won’t push you as much next time.”

“Stop it.” You laugh, once again pushing his fake advances away.

After this, both of you settle down and Alex flicks on the TV in his room. The music channel goes on first when you’re still chatting to each other but because the genre doesn’t suit either of you, the both of you settle for watching a film.

You try your hardest to stay awake for it but with each passing second it becomes harder and harder. You have your head buried into Alex’s neck as you’re pressed into his body. To try and keep yourself awake by playing with his hair with your hand that was just previously resting on his chest.

Ultimately, you fail to stay awake though and when you wake up you can tell by the audio from the film that you’ve missed a lot of it. Your hand that is just now resting on the nape of his neck moves back up so your fingers can tangle into the roots of his hair and you keep on moving your fingers through it.

You place a few kisses on your best friend's neck, mostly just to tell him that you’re awake again as you don’t know how long you dozed off for. You can feel his arm around your back trailing his fingertips up and down your side gently for a few minutes, which is fine but you don’t know how it isn’t tickling you.

However, his hand goes down to rest on your arse and you go tense. You say, “Please don’t.”  

Your best friend says quietly as if it wasn’t just you and him in the room, “But you were just teasing me.”

“I was letting you know I was awake again.” You tell him.

“I didn’t know you fell asleep.”

You ask, “Can you remove your hand then?”

“No,” You can practically hear Alex smirk before he rubs over your arse like he did last night after he spanked you.

You warn him, “Al,-”

But you’re interrupted by him slapping your arse which makes you release a little yelp as your whole body tenses after you jumped. It also meant that your hand that was in his hair ended up becoming a fist to you pulled on his hair.

You take a deep breath into his neck before relaxing again as you feel him rub over the tender area.

You tilt your head up to look at him and threaten, “Do that again and I will go and get the  clippers and cut your fucking hair off.”

But your best friend just smirks, “And you have my full consent to do that.” before he slaps your arse even harder this time.  

Unsurprisingly, you jump like last time, pulling on his hair again as your head buries itself into his neck to try and deal with the sensation, but a pleasured whine also leaves your lips. His hand just starts gently rubbing your arse again to soothe the pain for you.

“Get up.” You tell him once the pain has dissipated, and you pull on the vest top he’s wearing, “Say goodbye to your hair.”

And you fully did go and get the clippers to cut his hair with. You pulled him down the stairs with you, sitting him in the stool at the large island in his kitchen and started to split his hair into 4 sections. So you could cut the majority of it off before you cut it all short.

You did ask, “Are you sure you’re gunna let me do this?”  

“Yeah,” Alex nods, clearly wanting this to happen and he likes seeing you when you’re on a mission anyway. He gives you the all clear when he says, “It’s time for another change.”

“Okay then, keep still.” You smile, absolutely loving the fact it’s you who gets to do this.  

You cut above the first bobble and gasp when the plait you just made sits in your hand leaving Alex with a patch of uneven short hair.

You’re grinning like a fool when you lie it down in front of him on the island and you reach for the next plait as you say, “Okay so I’m guessing that you felt some sort of power over me last night but let me tell you now, this is the ultimate power play. I’m loving this.”

Alex can’t help but laugh at that as he picks up the free plait, surprised by how long his hair actually was, “Glad you’re enjoying yourself.”

“I truly am.” You grin before you start cutting the next one with your scissors. “This is so fun.”

As you continue, you notice that you’re not the only one that had been left with marks on their skin from last night's activities. You hadn’t noticed before now that you must have been really scratching Alex’s back because there are red lines peaking through the top of the vest he wears. It does make you wonder how far they go down but you’re not going to ask him to take his top off.

And after 5 minutes, there are 4 plaits sitting in front of Alex and after another 5 you have done a number 2 buzz cut all over his head and you actually can’t believe it’s your best friend sitting in front of you anymore.

“Oh my god,” You run your hand over his now evenly cut hair, you gasp, “My Alex is goneee.”

Alex chuckles looking at the slight panic in your eyes, but he eases your worries, “It’ll grow back.”

“Oh my god, you know what you should have done?” Alex raises his eyebrows at you to continue, so you do, “We should have done this before Halloween so you could have gone as two face.”

You see your best friend's eyes light up at the thought of that. He even says, “Damn, that’s such a sick idea.”

“You’ll have to go as Kingpin instead now.” You chuckle, unable to stop yourself from running your hand over his now bald head. “Or Lex Luther.”

Alex grins up at you, “You’re full of good ideas today.” before he pulls you into a quick kiss.  

You grin into it and when you pull away, you look up at his hair again and say, “I kinda want my hair cut now.”

Alex raises his eyebrows at you causing you to look into his eyes again but you just correct yourself, “Not as short as yours but maybe up to my shoulder.”

Your hair is long and it has been for years. You’ve not really had it short since you were a teenager because you kept it shorter back then but now you think about it, you sort of fancy the change again.

“If you trust me enough? I could do it for you?” Alex offers and you absolutely jump at the chance.

“Yeah, please.” You grin, now being really excited for it.

Alex makes you take a seat where he was previously sitting as he grabs the brush and cleans up his hair that had fallen to the floor.

“This is the sort of thing Matty would go on a live for.” You grin, going back to your conversation when you were cutting his hair about how you’ve never done an Instagram live before.

Alex tells you, “Do it whilst I cut your hair?”

“Are you sure?” You ask him seriously, knowing how he likes to keep private so it makes you a little concerned.

But he surprises you by saying, “Yeah, I really don’t mind. It gives you some practice anyway for if you wanna do one whilst you're drawing or painting.”

“Okay,” You smile, “I’ll just go grab my phone and get dressed properly.”

When you run back down stairs a few minutes later, you’re wearing black joggers like the ones Alex is currently wearing and you put your 1975 merch on. And as you take a seat on the stool at the island, you ask your best friend, “Right, I’m going live. Are you sure you’re alright with that?”

“Yeah, go for it,” Alex nods, “It’s your hair.”

“It’s gunna be you in the video.” You remind him, “It’s your privacy.”

Alex comes over, presses a kiss to your lips and pulls away to tell you, “Just do it.”

“Fine.” You do as you’re told after that and you start the Instagram live.

You’re unsure whether it’s working or not as it shows you your front facing camera but no comments or any of the love hearts coming up or not. But then you see one.

“Oh my god, Al, we have a person watching,” You get all excited when you see 1 in the top right hand corner, but then you see it immediately snap up to over 500 and then 900 and you say, “Oh, loads joined.”

“Hey everyone.” You smile into the camera and give them a little wave. Alex hovers in the background behind you and when you prop your phone up and sit back, he comes into the frame a little more. His bald head still shocking you a little bit.

“Okay,” You say to your phone, “So I don’t do these and neither does he, so bare with us. I’ve just cut his hair off and it was so satisfying that I want mine cut off too.”

“Not bald though.” You say to Alex who comes and stands closer to you, and you gesture to your phone, “Just for confirmation and I’ve got witnesses now so you definitely can’t.”

“Right, so am I just cutting it off or have you got a plan?” Alex asks with a smile, and he comes and runs his fingers through the ends of your hair before twirling it around a little bit.

“Right so, I want a blunt cut shoulder length bob I think, so I’m thinking section it. Then cut the length off before tidying it up.” You tell him.  

“Jesus, right okay…” Alex looks a little baffled and he doesn’t really know how he’s going to do it. Not knowing where to start, he asks, “How’d we do that?”

“I need bobbles. Please tell me you have more.”

Alex nods, “Yeah, just a sec.” and he proceeds to run upstairs to supposedly grab a packet.  

You then take a look at the comments coming through about Alex’s hair and they make you laugh. Everyone is obviously shocked by it and you can’t help but laugh at their comments that are practically all in caps.

“I know,” You chuckle, “He looks about ten years older with his hair gone.”

As you’re reading through a few more though, you see a familiar account pop up.

1975adam: Hey B x

You smile brightly and there’s excitement in your voice as you say, “Oh hey Ads!”

You love that your cousin has joined the stream. But as you keep an eye on the comments, you get offended when you see what he says.

1975adam: Don’t cut your hair!

You laugh at that but shake your head, “I’m sorry but it’s going. I need a change and it’s so satisfying to cut off. It’ll look good.”

“Right, I have them.” Alex tells you as he runs down the stairs and comes back over to you.  

You thank him as you take the bobbles from him, but you tell him to, “Say hey to Adam.”

“What is he connected to you on it?” Alex asks you before looking at your phone anyway and smiling, “Y’alight Adam.”

“No, you dinosaur.” You shake your head, “He said hey in the comments and then told me not to cut my hair.”

Alex clearly doesn’t care about what Adam had to say after you insulted him though, because he just looks at you offended and says, “I’m literally five months older than you, why are you calling me a dinosaur?”

“Because you now look about forty five.” You joke in a serious tone and the way his face falls almost makes you crack.

Alex frowns at you then, a hurt tone to his voice as he says, “You said I looked alright.”

“I’d give you a solid four stars out of five” You say semi seriously but then you start giggling.

Alex just stands there with his eyebrows raised looking disappointed. That may be the worst joke he’s ever heard you tell.  

“What? That’s unheard of, Al.” You carry on with a massive smile on your face.  

Alex looks ashamed to call you his friend as he shake his head, “That was the worst series of jokes I’ve ever heard”

“Yet you're grinning like you’ve just bought me another ghost cookie.” You counter argue with a grin.

“Right, come on. Let’s do my hair.” You say before you get any more back chat.  

You section your hair before you start putting bobbles where you want them and Alex matches it up the same length at the back. Then you put another bobble about half an inch below that one and then you and Alex plait the ends so you can donate your hair, like Alex said he was going to do with his.

Alex cuts the back sections first which scares you because he keeps pretending that he’s doing it wrong but you’re quite thankful when the plaits come out okay and he tells you it looks good. When he comes around to your front to do it you carefully watch his actions best you can without moving your head.

You’re not too fussed if it goes wrong. You’ll probably go to the hairdressers at some point to get it all cut and styled properly anyway.

“Please don’t fuck the front up.” You tell your best friend as he crouches in front of you to cut the two sections at the front.

Alex looks up at you and warns, “If you stop distracting me it may come out half decent.”

“Sorry Darling,” You’ve found the perfect opportunity to take the piss a little bit. You run your hand over his new hair cut again, “Can’t stop looking at your bald head.”

“Right,” Alex gives you a stern look as he reminds you, “You're the one that cut it all off. Stop taking the piss out of it.”

“I’m just saying what they are thinking.” You grin at him as you gesture to your phone.

Alex warns you, “Carry on with the insults and you’ll just get the clippers on your head too.”

“So nasty to me.” You leave his head alone and you let him get back to it with a grin on your lips.

He pokes you in your side causing you to jump so you punched his arm

“Cut my hair,” You whine knowing that punch did absolutely nothing other than make him laugh. You sigh as you say, “I miss the days when that punch would have hurt you.”

“It’s called a gym Angel,” Alex jokes with a smirk, “Use one.”

You scoff at him saying that, “You’re such a bastard, I have a personal trainer I go to every week.”

“Do you now?” Alex asks, his interest peaking as he starts cutting your hair again. “Since when?”

“Since suddenly you and Miles, Matty, Ross, and Adam have all proper toned up.” You tell him and then add, “And I get bored in London.”

Alex chuckles at that but asks, “What about George?”

You look at your best friend like he’s grown another head. You tell him, “George has always been fit.”

Alex laughs at that and nods to your phone, “You just told all them that you fancy your ex’s best mate. Amazing.”

“It’s not like Matty doesn’t know. Used to always joke about it. I still joke about it.” You laugh looking at your phone then. You smile brightly when you say, “Love you George, if you’re watching.”

You get all smiley after that, and start thinking back and reminiscing about your Manchester group of friends. But that gentle giant in particular.

“You know, when I first met George he was the cutest little thing.” You start getting nostalgic, telling your best friend, “He was thirteen and so tiny. He literally came up to there on me.”

Raising your hand to the top of your boobs to estimate George’s height to Alex and he laughs, asking a quiet, “Really?”

You nod, “He was so cute I just wanted to pinch his cheeks and cuddle him. And then one year I went back up for Mattys 18th and he’d grown up and I was so sad.”

Alex nods laughing at your pouting, “Now he’s just all muscle and you fancy him apparently.”

“Yeah.” You nod, sighing thinking about what life could have been like if you held out and waited for George Daniel.  

“Did you see the picture that Adam posted of him?” Alex brings you out of your thoughts, “He’s ripped.”

“The one where he’s in the doorway and Matty’s sat down?” You double check despite knowing exactly what picture he’s talking about.

You definitely screenshotted it the second it was posted.

“Yeah.” Alex nods.  

“Yeah,” You tease Alex and tell him seriously, “It’s my laptop screen.”

The shocked look your best friend gives you then makes you giggle and shake your head.

“George,” You turn to your phone and laugh, “I’m joking, I swear.”

After Alex tells you he doesn’t believe you when he cuts another plait off, you tell him, “My laptop screen is actually of us all.”

“Where?” Your best friend wonders. Not being able to remember a time where you were all together and got a group picture.

“When we were all at Leeds Fest.” You remind him, “The one Charlie took of us all after your set.”  

Alex remembers what happens after that was taken and whilst it still leaves a sour taste in his mouth, he does actually like that image. He remembers your reaction to Charlie sending it though a week later, it was really heart warming seeing your smile, just like your smile when Alex tells you, “I really like that photo.”

“So do I.” You grin.

After that, Alex cuts that last plait off and you take the bobbles out of your hair. Before you start getting excited though, your best friend makes you stay sat down so he can cut between the sections and make sure all your hair is nice and level.

You also tell him to angle the scissors upwards and cut into your hair a little bit to thin it out. And that seems to go okay so after 10 minutes, you’re absolutely buzzing with the result.  

“Oh my god, I love it.” You say as you look into your phone so you can see what the cut looks like because there’s no mirror directly around. You’re a little stunned and the people watching can tell when you say, “You actually did well. What the fuck?!”

“Just call me a hairdresser now.” Alex grins, looking at how happy you are.  

“I’ll give you a good review,” You grin, and you can’t stop running your fingers through your now short hair, “Oh my god, I fucking love it.”

After looking at yourself for a moment, you turn to your best friend and ask, “Can you remember when my hair was last this short?”

“Probably when we were seventeen.” Alex smiles at you with a mischievous spark in his eyes.

You give him a knowing look with a hint of a smile and he grins back at you. Trying not to blush thinking back to when you lost your virginity to your best friend, you look back to your phone.

It seems to be a perfect time because a few seconds later, you see another familiar name pop up.

matthelders: Looks nice Cupcake x

“Awh,” You repeat it for Alex, “Matt said I look nice. Thank you Helders, love you.”

You can’t help but think that’s nice of him even though you’re not in the best of places with him at the moment. Of course, you’ll never stop being friends with him but you don’t regret your actions to the situation at all.  

“Adam,” You say to the phone, hoping your cousin is still watching, “I told you it would look good.”

A comment comes through then which really makes you really smile.

trumanblack: Stunning Sweetheart xx

“Thanks Matty.” You grin even more.

After this, you ask the people who are watching to give you and Alex a few questions so you don’t have to go off immediately. And Alex seems happy enough to do this, even telling them to ask whatever comes to mind.

There’s certainly a few unhinged ones that you don’t read out but they do make you smile at how fucking random and thirsty some of them are. They make Alex silently chuckle too as he can see your phone.

He’s standing behind you now and you’re leaning back against him. His hands are messing with the ends of your hair and he keeps glancing down at your phone to see what people are saying. 

“Ooo,” A question peaks your interest then, “Someone just asked what yours and mine favourite song is from Tranquillity Base?”

“Difficult question.” Alex says after a second.  

You nod, “It really is.” and you think about it for a minute.  

Your best friend gets in their first though, saying, “I think I have one.”

“Okay, go on.” You gesture for him to continue.

You shouldn’t even be surprised when he says, “Golden Trunks.”

“Of course it fucking is.” You laugh, rolling your eyes.

“What?” Alex fakes innocence, glancing down at you.

“You know exactly what.” You raise your eyebrows, turning to give him a knowing look.

As soon as you heard that song you knew it was about you. The dead give away being the lyric, ‘sometimes I fantasise about you too’.

If that isn’t a clear reference to the time you nearly had phone sex with him, you don’t know what is. You admitted to him that night that you still thought about your first time. At least now you’ll have something else to think about too.

“What’s your favourite?” Alex asks you.  

“I’d say Star Treatment but you reference that shit film, so I’d say-” You start but get interrupted.

Alex playfully slaps your forehead in response to you saying that, “How dare you!”

Starting to laugh, you tell him, “Sorry but it’s true.”

“Blade Runner is a classic.” Alex tells you sternly, “I will tolerate no slander.”

You just roll your eyes and say, “It’s boring Alex.” and you brace for another slap but it never comes.

“Have you even seen it?” Is all your best friend asks you,

“I watched half of it with Matty years ago and then we stopped watching.” You tell him truthfully.

Alex has never been more offended, “You didn’t make it till the end? You turned Blade Runner off?”

Your cheeks go a little hot as you try to tell him, without actually telling him, “Didn’t turn it off per say, but we weren’t paying attention to it…”

You’ve never seen him more disappointed. “I hate you.” Alex tells you, not believing his best friend Netflix and Chilled to one of the best films of all time because you got bored.

“Sure you do, Darling.” You shake your head, knowing he’s all talk. “So, I’d say my favourite is One Point Perspective because you’re funny when you pretend to lose your train of thought.”

Alex just shakes his head at you, still not forgiving you for the slander on one of his favourites. But you just look back at your phone to look for more questions.  

He clearly doesn’t hate you because he’s back to playing with your hair and making you lean back against him. You both answer a few more, but you fucking lose it when you see another comment from Matt.

matthelders: nah i actually can’t look at alex. he just looks like professor x

“Oh my god!” You burst out laughing, “Helders just said that you look like Professor X!”

Alex scoffs, “Tell Helders to fuck off.” before he flips off the camera.

“I think he’s heard you.” You wheeze, still almost crying from laughter. But then a thought comes to mind and you have to ask, “Wait Matt, McAvoy or Stewart?”

Alex shakes his head and walks away from you then, saying loud enough for those to hear through your phone, “If he says Stewart I’ll-”

You start belly laughing when you see Matt confirming he meant Stewart. To the point where you’re crying, you’re finding it that funny.

“Are you actually crying right now?” Alex asks as he comes back over to flip the camera off again, knowing without having to say anything that you’re laughing because his mate essentially called him an old man.  

When you get a grip of yourself again, you ask Alex, “Who do I look like?”

“If you dyed your hair, you’d look like Scarlett Johanson in Winter Soldier.” Alex tells you which shocks you a little bit.

“Oh my god, are you being serious?” You ask, rather flattered.

Alex nods, “Yeah.”

You’re a bit jaw dropped at that, “She’s fit.”

“I know.” Alex chuckles.

“Wait, I’ve just been laughing at you for about five minutes and you’ve just given me a compliment.” You notice, things not adding up.  

“I know, I’m too nice to you.” Alex smiles, but then teases you by saying, “I also thought that Edna from The Incredibles would have been a bit too much.”

“Alex!” You cackle, not expecting that to fall from his mouth.

The grin your best friend gives you then is heartwarming. Even though he’s just insulted you, his laugh is contagious and his smile makes you feel giddy.

You take the insult on board though, “That’s not even an insult though because she’s the smartest one out of them all.”

“Same sort of goes for real life, doesn’t it?” Alex grins, trapping you in a hug, “You’re the creative one.”

“You literally create music for a living.” You shake your head, slightly confused by his logic.  

“I mean visually creative. Out of all of us, them included,” Alex smiles and gestures to your 1975 top that has all of your boys on it, he says, “You’re definitely the smartest of us.”

You nod, “That’s because you’re all men.”

“Why do you have so many guy friends?” Alex questions, having never really thought about it too much.

“Well, we all lost half of our mates after college and no one stuck around after uni so all my close friends are you guys.” You shrug and then you add with a little laugh, “Thought it would be less drama but look how that turned out.”

“Yeah.” Alex smiles, knowing that you’re talking about the love triangle drama. He chuckles, “Didn’t plan that out well.”

Both of you settle in your positions again, with you leaning back against him as you read through the comments coming through on your phone. Alex brings his hand up into your hair and ruffles it out a bit after a little head massage. You smile at what your hair looks like as he didn’t it a few times as you both read the comments coming in.

You smile at the feeling and with the way it looks once he did it. You lent back into him a little more as you watch comments fly in about who you both looked like. Both of you laughing every now and again at who you’re compared to.

“I’m just getting absolutely slated here.” You laugh, “They all just wanna see your bald head.”

You’ve got the camera tilted down to you a little more so it’s cutting off Alex’s face. You just want to respect his privacy a little more so you just try and keep the camera on you.

Alex shakes his head, telling you and everyone else, “They will get enough pictures of me on tour.”

“The new merch come through yet?” You look up at him curiously.

“Yeah, I’ve got them back in London.” Alex nods, “Sorry, I forgot to give them you.”

“It’s alright, I’m stocked up on 75 merch at the moment.” You grin, showing the camera your top.

You have the white one where you put a colour over each of the pictures of the 1975 boys and ‘ABIIOR’ and their logo across the front ot it. And you nod when Alex asks you, “You design this one?”

“I put colours on and a bit of effect, yeah.” You nod, “I just do what I do for yours though. I just send them a file and they can pick what they like.”

You smile a little when you say, “They are more picky than you though, I get stuff sent back to either add on or take away. I guess it depends if Matty’s in a minimalist mood or not when he looks at them.”

Alex chuckles at that and after a few more questions that you read to Alex that peaks your interest, you begin to sign off.

“Right, I’ll show his bald head for the twitter stans who have migrated to insta just for him.” You say getting up from your seat and you walk round the island to Alex who’s now started making you some tea.  

“Al, smile.” You tell your best friend but he just looks at the camera with a blank face, so you tell him off, “You never fucking smile on pictures, smile for people.”

And when you still get nothing, you ask him, “Smile for me?”

When the smile comes to his face and you get a cute picture of the both of you smiling into the camera for the live stream, you grin, “Thanks.”

“Right you lot. Thank you for going through this scary experience. Twitter stans, I’m sorry about his hair. Blasphemous to cut it I know, but he wanted it gone. And my guess is that he just wanted to look like Miles.” You joke, finding yourself funny.

“Is Miles on?” Alex asks.

“No, your boyfriend isn’t on.” You joke and Alex rolls his eyes.

“I’ll text him and tell him to watch.” Your best friend says and you can’t stop grinning at the way he wants Miles to watch.  

Alex clocks why you’re smiling like that though and he says, “Can you stop?”

“No, you and Miles are too cute at your gigs.” And you show him to the camera again when you pretend he's blushing, “Don’t go all red on us now.”

Alex just pulls you back into him, giving you a warning with his eyes, and he looks from you to your phone as he says, “I’ll comment when you aren’t speaking to... Fucking hell, nine point two thousand people.”

“I know what you were gunna say so just don’t say it at all.” You shake your head, knowing he was probably going to say something crude about last night.  

“You look so weird.” You grin, taking in his bald head again.  

“Stop being nasty!”

“I’m not being nasty.” You swear, “I had the same reaction when Matty did it. And when Miles did it! I’ve literally known you since we were five, you look weird with no hair.”

You even offer to let him make content about you, “I’ve not had short hair since we were seventeen, isn’t that weird for you?”

Alex just shrugs, smirking a little as he says, “No, I'm just getting flashbacks.”

You poke him in his side for that and let ten thousand people watch as you make him jump. Of course he scorns you for it, but you distract him when you see Miles comment pop up.

“Cute,” You read it out loud for him, “Miles just said both our hair looks good and that he’s excited for your gig.”

You smile at that knowing that Miles going with the Monkeys for a few weeks when they go back on tour. And Alex smiles at what his best friend said too, “Thanks buddy.”

“Miles, do you rate that you pull the buzzcut off better, or him?” You say, running your hand over his head for the camera to see again and Alex laughs as you do. “Because I can’t decide.”

Your best friend pokes you underneath your ribs again which makes you tell him, “Stop poking me.”

“Well stop talking shit about my hair then.” Alex counterargues.

You don’t grace him with a response but mostly because you see Miles comment again.

mileskane: mine is definitely better

You grin, “Miles just said that his looks better.”

“Miles Kane can fuck off.” Alex says, his Sheffield accent coming back in a little thicker as he says that into the camera.  

“So yeah guys,” You start to wrap the live up now and you might as well do some promo for your friend whilst you’re on. “Get tickets to see the Monkeys and get tickets to see The 1975 in Mexico and the US. Because we were at the show yesterday and it was good. Visuals were even better than last time, which I don’t know how, but it is.”

“Did your US tour sell out or are there more tickets?” You ask Alex.

“I don’t know, I don’t look at that.” Your best friend tells you, “I just hope people turn up so we don’t play to an empty room.”

“Wow, depressing. Yet never gunna happen.” You tell the people watching, “Buy a ticket guys.”

“Support my broth- shit, I keep doing that.” You correct yourself, “Support my cousin too.”

1975adam: Just literally call me brother at this point you’re saved as my sister in my phone in the relations bit x

You start stupidly smiling when you see that comment come through, “My heart actually just melted Ad. I love you so much Bro.”

You move so both you and Alex are in view of the camera then, “Right, thanks for watching this idiot cut my hair.”

Putting your arm around his shoulder, you’re about to say, ‘see you all soon.’ but you immediately lift your arm up from Alex’s neck. All you can feel are the short hairs you’ve cut on his neck. How he’s comfortable, you don’t know.

“Oh my god, you’re full of hair. Go and have a shower.” You put your phone down, propped up so it can still see you as you start brushing the hairs off the back of his neck.

“Yeah I know, I’ll go for one now if you’ll finish this up?”

“Yeah, I’ll just stop the liv-” You just about get out but Alex pulls his vest top off, leaving him shirtless in front of you.

Usually you wouldn’t mind, but he’s just turned to change the temperature on the hob and he’s showing his back to the camera. His back which is scratched to shit with red nail marks.

“Oh my fucking god Alex!” You tell him off, moving in front of the camera immediately so they can’t see anymore. But the damage has been done.

“What?” He asks, spinning back around, not understanding why you just screeched like that.

“Put your top back on you fool.” And you say a lot quieter, just above a whisper, “Your back is scratched to shit, and you just showed everyone.”

“Angel,” Alex just laughs, gesturing to your neck. But he says loud enough for everyone to hear, “You have love bites on your neck, they know we had fun last night.”

“Oh my fucking god.” You shake your head at him. Picking up your phone absolutely mortified, not even wanting to read the comments of what would now be coming through.

“Okay, we’re going to go now,” You say and Alex has to stop himself from cackling at how embarrassed you’ve just gone. Still mortified, you smile, “Now I’m gunna struggle turning this video off so enjoy my embarrassed and confused face.”

Thankfully, after a few seconds you turn it off and you switch your phone off immediately after.  Picking up your plaited hair off the side, you marvel at it.

“I can’t believe it’s gone.” You smile, already knowing you’re going to like this change.  

“Same.” Alex smiles, getting you to look back at him as he moves round the island to you.  

“Can’t put it in a cute bun now.” You chuckle, reaching up to run your hands over his head again.

The feeling is oddly satisfying under your palms. You’ll probably be doing it the rest of the night.  

“I can’t wrap yours around my fist now.” Alex smirks as he tries but it just falls around your shoulders again.

He definitely enjoyed doing that last night. And the moan you released when he pulled on it will certainly be sticking with him for a long time.

“Least you can pull on mine.” You chuckle, stepping back into his arms properly, “I can’t even do that now.”

Alex smiles and after a few seconds he asks, “Do I really look forty-five?”

“No, you look good.”

“Seriously?”

“Why would I lie?” You laugh.

And your best friend is a sucker for your giggles. He cups your face, encouraging you to, “Come here”

His lace into your now shorter hair and pulls you closer to him so he can give you another kiss. You happily respond to it as your arms wrap around his neck.

Enjoying the moment, you kiss him back, but when you pull away you tell him seriously, “You need to go shower. All I can feel is hairs on you.”

Of course, Alex’s mind goes back to last night and he asks, “You joining me again?”

“Absolutely not.” You smile but shake your head.

“Boring”

“Not boring, just sore.” You remind him, “And I told you it was one night and you’ve already had your extension on that.”

“I know, I know.” Alex grins, and you know he’s genuine when he says, “And I’m grateful for the one night. I just like teasing you.”

“I know you do.”

~*~*~*~

A few hours later, after Alex has fed you and he’s forced you to watch Blade Runner with him properly, he drives you over to your old flat so you can see Y/B/F. Something which you’re thankful for yet it’s a little bittersweet after such a wild 24 hours coming to an end.

When he pulls up outside the building, you lean across to give him a hug. And when you let go, you say, “Bye Al.” and go to open the door.

But Alex shakes his head, “Hey.” gently grabbing your arm before you even manage to get the door handle.

Wondering if you left something, you look down but don’t see anything. You turn back to your best friend and ask, “What’s up?”

He makes you smile by telling you, “Didn’t leave the first time without a kiss and I won’t be doing so this time.”

“Sorry.” You chuckle and you lean across to kiss your best friend sweetly. You’re certain you’ll always enjoy his kisses and it does feel a little bittersweet that this could be your last one.  

Thinking back to when Alex got a little upset earlier, you tell him, “If you get upset like that again, I want you to call me. I don’t care about time zones, you call me.”

Alex nods, “I promise, I will.”

You hold your pinky up to him and Alex smiles at you before wrapping his around yours.

Alex leans in to kiss you again and you don’t deny yourself the pleasure. You kiss him back and even deepen it to prolong it a little bit, still loving the way you feel when you kiss your best friend.

Eventually, when you part, you say, “Thank you Al.”

“For what?”

“Last night. Today.” You both grin at each other a little but you end on a sweet note, “And for cutting my hair.”

His smile is bright, and you know he means it when he says, “Anytime.”

You laugh at that and you even say, “God, you make me giggle.”

You lean across to kiss his cheek before you get out of the car but lean against the now open window so you can still chat.

“I’m coming to your London shows by the way.” You prewarn him.

Alex smiles hearing that, loving that you’re coming to more of his gigs. He teases a little when he asks, “Should I dedicate a song to you so I can relive last night?”

“You’ll get the same lecture he did.” You shake your head, sternly telling him, “Mention me at a gig ever again and I will castrate you both.”

“Who’s Y/N again?” Alex frowns and he makes you laugh again.

“That’s what I like to hear.” You tap the roof of his car twice before pushing away from it as you say, “Text me Turner. I’ll see you down south soon.”

“Don’t forget to send me that picture of your arse.” Alex shouts as you begin to walk away.

He makes you laugh when he says that because you joked earlier that he may have left a handprint behind. You said that instead of showing him, you’d send him a picture later, but you didn’t think he’d actually remember.

You laugh, but nod walking backwards, “I’ll change into something sexy for you. What’s your favourite colour again?”

“On you, black.”

“Gotcha.” You laugh before nodding, “Text me when you get home and I’ll send it.”

He laughs, “Shall do. Bye Angel, love you.”

“Bye Al.” You grin, “Love you more.”

Turning around, you walk to the building of your door and you get your keys out of your bag. But as you get them out, you feel your phone buzz in your hand.

When you get to the door of your building you stop to unlock the door and read the notification and it turns out to be a text from the person who’s still not yet driven away.

Shakespeare: I’m home x

You look to him and see him grinning at you from his still open window and you laugh. You quickly send him a reply as if he can’t see you giggling.

You: You’re not funny xx

The response is almost instant.

Shakespeare: You know I am xx

Chuckling, you send another response his way.

Goodnight Alexander xxx

And finally, you get his reply, and you blow a kiss to each other before you disappear inside the building.

Goodnight Angel xxx

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[tteokdoroki]

baby, you’re tiny | k.bakugou.

⇝ pairing: katsuki bakugou x fem!reader.

⇝ word count: 2.3K

⇝ rating: mature, 18+.

⇝ genre: first time!au, smut.

⇝ summary: there were many things katsuki loved about his girlfriend, the main being how tiny she was compared to him; more specifically, how tiny she looked when they were in the bedroom.

⇝ warning(s): please read ! heavy smut, pwp ( characters aged up to 18 ), size!kink, protected sex, fingering ( female recieving ), virginity loss, sub!reader + dom!bakugou,spitting?? y’all idk its just smut ok!! katsuki is soft <33

⇝ author’s note(s): hello hello hello!! it’s been a while since i posted my lastr request so i hope you enjoy this!! this was a request by anon, apologies for the delay. also :( my blog has grown so much so i want to thank you all for 1K, ilysm <3

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you were tiny.

and if there was one thing katsuki bakugou loved most about you, his girlfriend, his how tiny you were.

at least compared to him.

most of class A had been shocked when you started dating at the start of second year; since in first year, all katsuki had done was pick on you for your height ( or lack thereof ) and nag you for your quirk— lullaby hadn’t been quite so powerful back then. but your fondness for him grew that summer, having spent time with he and eijirou over the break.

bakugou was sweet when he wanted to be, soft and attentive to you and you only. his teasing gradually let up, turning into sweet gestures or whispered praises and then finally stolen kisses under the night sky.

that’s what lead you both to date, in the end; but everyone supported you nonetheless. it was quite funny to see the great katsuki bakugou help fix your uniform in the morning or make you breakfast in the dorms and even if he yelled at the others for mentioning it— he loved the weight of your barely-there palm in his and the way you pouted up him with faux anger when he rested his elbow on your head.

you were short enough for him to tower over you and twirl you in his arms, small enough to look like you drowning in his hoodies that he gave you. even if he stopped mocking you for your height, over a year ago— even now, in your third year he still loved it.

you were so tiny and he loved it.

he especially loved the way you looked under him right now.

“ka-katsuki-!”

your moan fills his ears, overloading each one of his senses and he thinks it’s the prettiest sound he’s ever heard in his life. pulling his fingers from your slick heat, bakugou’s eyes stay trained on yours as he brings them up to his lips and sucks the remainders of your orgasm away. he lives for the way your face twists with a fresh wave of pleasure and your eyes plead him for more through the dimmed light of his dorm room.

he pinches your thighs, the ones that quiver from your second release of the night, and leans above you to pry your arm away from your heated face. “feel good, sweetheart?” the blonde asks softly, now that he can see you, fingers weaving between your bodies to draw shapes into your swollen clit. you nod once and screw your eyes shut, bare chest arching into katsuki’s at his simple touch. “need another?”

peeking up at him, your boyfriend can see the internal debate dancing in your lust filled eyes. bakugou had fingered you twice to orgasm already and asked if you needed another only to prepare you. for weeks now; you’d both entertained the idea of being one another’s first’s— of course you’d done more than just makeouts and heavy petting but after a year of dating, you finally wanted to be together as one ( bakugou’s words not your own ).

finally, you answer him with a soft ‘no, think i’m ready now,’ and the hot headed boy can barely contain his excitement. he presses a searing kiss to your lips— tongues sliding together while bakugou swallows your helpless whimpers from where you taste yourself on him. your own hand slips between you both now, curling around your boyfriend’s hardening length to palm him.

meanwhile, with a breathless groan, katsuki’s lips slip down to suck love bites into the column of your throat, but only gently. he knows you hate marks but’ll get a kick out of the others fawning over them the next day. the speed of your hand picks up, jerking him off as if for revenge— you knew how easy bakugou could come undone with just your touch and he revels in the way your tiny hands wrap around his thick girth, barely grazing the circumference of it.

just like how you could barely fit his cock in your mouth when you sucked him off—

“baby— fuck,” the blonde’s breath stutters, mind becoming foggy with thoughts of your lips on his girth egging him on.  he should stop you before he cums; stop himself from rutting into your small fingers and the thumb that brushes over the glands on his head. bakugou doesn’t want to cum before he’s got a chance to take you for the first time— even if he’d given you plenty of chances to. “slow down little bear, gotta fuck you before— before i cum…”

you grin at him from behind the warmth beneath your skin. “then get to it, katsu…”

the explosive third year gives you one last pinch to your clit and leans back on his thighs ever so slightly to reach for a condom. he quickly rolls it on, tapping his latex covered length against your dripping entrance as he prepares to make you his. you squirm underneath bakugou, fingers reaching up to weave their way into his blonde glossed hair— yanking him closer to you while he finally makes an effort to push into your needy heat.

crimson gaze fluttering down, katsuki looks to where your bodies begin to become joined, your tiny cunt fluttering around the head of his cock as he slides himself inside of you. he feels thick drool pool on his tongue at the very sight, he’s not even half the way in and your gushing pussy is already struggling to take his cock. “would’ya look at that little one,” his words are slurred around the saliva building up in his mouth. you’re so fucking small it’s driving him insane. you follow your boyfriend’s gaze, spasming at how he begins to stretch you out. “seems like your little pussy’s too tight, too small to take your man’s fat cock, huh?”

a strangled whimper sounds in the back of your throat, making katsuki smirk as he taps your cheek with a freehand. he feels a sense of pride lurch in his, how good it feels to be so big that his pretty little princess can’t take him all but he wants a verbal answer from you, wants to hear you struggle just like your glistening heat does.

“yes, ’s too small…” you sigh, chewing on your bottom lip as you meat his eye again—moving to wrap your thighs around his waist.

“should i fuck you open, baby?” you moan lowly at his words, hips bucking up and pussy clenching around his girth involuntarily. “yeah? your greedy little cunt likes the sounda that…” bakugou tries again, leaning over you as he slowly drives his hips forward to push more of his cock into you.

his head drops to your neck, puffs of his breath warm against your skin while he uses all of his willpower to hold back. katsuki knows he’s big, that he can make you feel good because of it too, but he doesn’t want to hurt you. he never wants to. when his dribbling length is half plunged inside you, the ash blonde’s fingers drop to your clit once more— soothing the burn of his weighty dick to help you suck in more of him.

your head thrashes in the sheets while he whispers praises against your bruised and bitten flesh. “you can take it baby, i know you can…”

and you do.

the pair of you groan in unison once katsuki is fully sheathed inside of you, twitching at the feeling of your soft velvety walls finally engulfing him. you can feel the leaking head of his cock prodding at your cervix, stimulating you without your boyfriend having to even move and sending shivers down your spine.

“p-please, katsuki…move.” you growl hungrily, pulling him down to smack a wet, passionate kiss against his awaiting lips. although your teeth and tongue clash messily in your liplock, bakugou doesn’t need to be told twice, drawing back his hips from the comfort of your warmth to thrust into you. the pace is slow at first, sensual grinds against each other as he stretches you out, moulding your walls into the shape of his cock.

it’s not until bakugou’s hips reach a certain angle, prodding against your sweet spot that things take a turn. a high pitched squeal dances through the room, mingling with the sound of your lover’s harsh thrusts as he claims your insides over and over. he revels in the way you suck him in and squeeze around him, painting his cock with your sweet nectar and earlier releases. “taking me so fucking well little one,” bakugou spits out through gritted teeth, barely hanging onto his last thread of sanity, the way you look right now, so flustered and messy with arousal almost pushing him over the edge. “look at you taking such a big fat cock in this tiny fucking hole, you love how big i am don’t you?”

you can barely form an answer when your eyes are rolling to the back of your head at the sheer amount of pleasure, incoherent babbles filling the little space between you both, only urging katsuki on. he already knows how much you love the size difference between you. outside of the bedroom, bakugou uses his height to tease you— putting things on the top shelf to watch you struggle to reach them but inside; he’s absolutely relentless.

he knows you adore the way he uses his larger size to dominate you, stuff your mouth full of his cock or fingers and he adores the way you take him contentedly no matter what.

“mmf— fuck, right there katsuki, feels so good!” you sigh, eyes still closed but your tongue now lolls out of your mouth— creating the perfect lewd picture that your lover will commit to memory. while his large hands sear bruises into your hips he holds still, a free hand comes up to pull down your bottom lip before he spits sweetly into your open mouth. your eyes slowly open to look at him, locking on his ruby stare as you blissfully smile up at him. katsuki swears he almost creams on the spot. “thank you katsu…”

“that’s fuckin’ right princess, thank me for my spit. thank me for making you feel good.” bakugou’s guttural moans dip into low growls, his pace picking up as your iron hot cunt clamps down on him which causes the head of his cock to drag against the spongy spot inside of you— making you see stars and your hips jump to meet the blonde’s erratic thrusts.

hot slick gushes down the your thighs from the sinful way he moves and absused your tightness, evidence of your arousals shining under the moon that slips through his drawn curtains. you can feel his balls slap feverntly against your ass that katsuki spreads apart to plow into you, latex covered length going as far to brush against your womb. each grind, each thrust has your moans rising an octave to the point where your lover has his hands clamped over your mouth to keep you from being too loud.

bakugou sits back on his haunches, pulling you up into his chest with him. you rest weakly in his lap as the explosive boy angles his thrusts upwards and straight into your oozing heat. a broken whimper breaks free from his lips as katsuki catches sight of the slight tummy bulge his fat cock gives you and you see it too, your own whines mingling with his to form a lovers tune.

he knows you’re close by the way you suddenly become tighter and he fucks into you, deeper, harder, faster.

“close katsu, ‘m getting close…” you slur into his shoulder, biting at his skin to keep control of your hazy, lust filled mind. you paint love bites in shades of blues and indigos across the canvas of his shoulders and neck while katsuki uses his pure strength to lift you up and down onto his cock. he groans every time your heat welcomes him again, drawing you closer and closer to the edge. your nails dig into his back, forming sweet creasent moons and making him moan loudly. “gimme it little one, gimme your fuckin’ cum, gonna cream on my cock? yeah? oh fuck yeah…”

his lewd words are what push you off the edge, the coil of desire that had been building up inside you finally snapping. your third release of the night gushes all over your lover’s thick girth, which he still pushes into you, helping you ride out your high. black spots paint your vision as you cum, cunt clamping down on bakugou while he chases his own release.

“cum for me bakugou, please…” you breath gently against his skin, pressing small kisses over his sore love bites. “love you so much, please…”

that’s all he needs to hear from you before spilling his seed into the condom with a shout, twitching as he collapses onto the soiled sheets of his bed with you. the pair of you lay together, still locked together  while bakugou calms down from his high in slow grinds, fingers searching for yours to intertwine your tiny hands with his. “love you more dumbass,” he says eventually, smile on his face betraying him against the harsh petname.

you smile at him even as he pulls away to throw away the condom, returning with a wash cloth to clean you both up. “not true, katsuki, i love you most!” you exclaim, tail end of your words falling into a stream of giggles as bakugou presses a flurry of kisses to your face. “with every inch of my body!”

“must not be a lotta love then, y’know, since you’re so fuckin’ tiny.” the blonde hums into your hands  when they reach up to cup his face lovingly.

you huff and pinch his cheek after that, calling him a meanie.

but katsuki bakugou doesn’t care, he’ll always love you, no matter how tiny you are.

[teddy-yandere]

I saw your post for yandere Muzan request, so I hope you don’t mind me requesting again. But how about yandere Muzan with a reader who’s very good at reading emotions and their intentions? Like the moment he’s even near them they know how he’s obsessed with them and the reader is like “oh fuck I gotta run.” Again I hope you don’t mind me requesting twice and have a lovely day ❤️

- Intuition -

⚠️WARNING⚠️ will contain dark themes

A/N = Feel free to request any characters you want. I write for many different fandoms , all you have to do is scroll to the bottom of this post and pick what fandom and character you want me to write for and send me a request. My inbox is always open so feel free to chat with me!! <3

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• Okay let me start this out by saying that Muzan absolutely hates this. He knew that before he even met you that you were very smart. Never in his life did he actually think that you would be so good at finding out his intentions in such a short period of time. He hates to admit it , but he did underestimate you. Muzan really thought that he would have you wrapped around his finger…. Boy was he wrong. His obsession originally started when he found out that you were close friends with Lady Tamayo. ( It doesn’t really matter if you were a demon slayer , demon , or a civilian ).

• One of his upper moons brought you to his attention and he immediately became obsessed. He main goal was to get you to interact with him , and possibly fall in love with him. Muzan truly felt pathetic knowing that he fell in love with you without truly knowing you. One of the only things that he knew was how smart you were ( Kokushibou told him ). One day he was trying to track Tanjiro and , but hr accidentally ran into you. He would never tell you but he was very ecstatic to meet you. It was very hard for him to show how pleasantly surprised he was to see you. Ugh , how pathetic he had become for you.

• You kinda just stood there staring at him. You were desperately trying to hide how terrified you were of him. Let’s just say that you got a VERY weird vibe about him. As you continued to look into his eyes you noticed something odd about the way the demon lord was looking at you. It seemed as if he was looking you with …. Lovestruck eyes. How strange. Muzan quickly snapped out of it before asking you where you were heading in a very serious tone of voice.

• You stared at him with uninterested eyes, before telling him that you have stuff to do. “ Do you know who I am “? Muzan asked in a very stern tone of voice.You did not answer him and tried to walk away from this demon. You knew how powerful he was , but something about the way he was acting towards you seemed wrong. He then grabbed you by the back of you shirt and demanded a answer. “ S-sorry , I just want to get home “. You said in a small voice. Muzan could feel a sense of pity over you. You seemed so small , and so weak compared to him. He slowly let go of your shirt before asking you if you would want to go on a date with him.

• You knew what this man’s intensions were , and had not interest if ever seeing him again. Before you could say a answer , you noticed that the sun was coming up, you felt a breath of relief , as Muzan quickly ran.

• Muzan tried not to show it , but he was furious. How dare you refuse him. He knew that you were very smart but he should have realized that you would pick up on his intensions very fast. He was so stupid for underestimating how difficult you would be. Cant you see that he if perfect. You should feel honored that he even looked at you. The more he though about it , the angrier he became. As he paised around the room , a idea came to his head. Why was he wasting time talking to you ? He could easily kidnap you so that you would have no choice but to love him. He could feel all his anger slowly go away , as he started making arrangements to a room. He was planning to keep you there all to himself. Muzan had never been in love before , he was getting very excited about the thought of having you all to himself. He was even starting to daydream about it. The only thing left to do , was find you.

• This proves to be harder than the first time. He guessed that the pillars or Lady Tamayo were hiding you. How dare they hide his Handsome / Beautiful darling from him. Unlucky for you , one day Muzan found you and knocked you out while you were heading to the market.

• As soon as you woke up you were greeted witr the same lovestruck demon as before , his red eyes were staring at you up and down. When you started at his face you could see a small blush across his face. Muzan was so happy . You felt yourself about to puke. You knew that this man would never let you go. He would just have to brainwash you into thinking that he knew what was best for you. He loved you.

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