#tomato talks? unbelievable

[tomatoclown]

My teacher showed us @wolfythewitch ‘s animatic of Get In The Water in class and I almost fell of my chair 😭

[minalover]

When Maddie's morning cup of decaf is interrupted by a persistent knocking at the door, she just knows it's Buck. Buck, her beloved baby brother, her pearl of great price, the biggest pain in her ass, having what is, no doubt, another crisis about his love life. Is it Tommy? Is it Eddie? Is it Taylor Goddamn Kelly?

Who knows. Truly.

She slowly pushes away from the kitchen table, forever grateful that her toddler, who would not have slept through this incessant banging, is already at school. Her belly, now at just over eight months, tilts her forward, causing her to waddle like a penguin across her living room and towards the noise.

She grips the handle and starts talking before she even opens the door.

"I told you, Buck, you've just gotta tell him--"

But it isn't Buck.

"Eddie," Maddie says, slightly louder and more shocked than she intended. "It's like, 9:30 in the morning, is everything okay?"

Taking him in, he doesn't look okay. His hair is wild, like he's been running his fingers through it over (and over) and over again. His cheeks are tomato pink and he's almost vibrating.

"Maddie. Hi. Hello. Good morning."

"Good morning, Eddie," she placates, putting on her best toddler-about-to-have-a-tantrum voice. "Would you like some coffee? It's decaf."

"Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Decaf's good."

He grabs his hair (again), pushes it out of his face (it wasn't in his face), and barrels through the front door and toward the kitchen.

By the time Maddie makes it back there, Eddie's standing and staring blankly at the coffee pot.

"Can you let me just--I'll just sneak in here--"

"I kissed Buck."

Maddie flops down on one of the chairs at the island.

"Okay, you wanna run that by me one more time?"

Eddie flings himself around, luckily catching himself with his hands on the other side of the little table from Maddie.

"I kissed him! He was taking Chris to school, and I walked up to Chris and I grabbed his head, like I do all the time, and kissed him on the top of the head, like I do, all the time, but then I just..."

With the patience of every saint in the communion, she waits for Eddie to finish his sentence.

"I grabbed his head. And I kissed him."

"On the lips?"

"No. On the forehead. He's tall. I keep forgetting."

Maddie takes a loud breath. Not as deep as she'd like, but the oxygen is good. At least that's what Chimney says when he has to deal with buckandeddie at work.

"Okay. And how do you feel about that?"

Somehow, Eddie's cheeks go from tomato pink to pomegranate magenta.

"I don't know, I mean. I. I think Buck will be unbelievably cool about it," Eddie rambles, speed increasing while his oxygen is definitely decreasing. "Like he's cool about everything. Christ, what was I thinking just moving back into his house that I abandoned, oh God, Maddie, does he think I abandoned him? I never wanted to, I never meant to--"

"Woah, there, Eddie, slow down." She's pretty sure that her brother's about to feel some kind of way if Eddie spontaneously combusts in her kitchen.

Eddie's breathing heavy, chest and shoulders cascading up and down with the air he's shoving in and out. His eyes are wide and, if Maddie's not mistaken, there are tears growing in his lash line.

"Eddie?" Maddie questions gently, moving her hand over his, a symbol of support in the echoes of his mind. "I think we might need an answer to that question."

"Which question?"

"How do you feel about it? That you kissed Buck on the forehead?"

She watches as he schools his face into something loud, and then quiet, and then dark. He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath. Doesn't open them before he speaks.

"Like I want to kiss him again."

He opens his eyes, big and brown and full of tears. They meet hers, and, by the way his face is swimming in her vision, hers might match.

"Oh, Eddie."

"I know, Maddie," he continues frantically, pushing his free hand in and out of a fist on the table. "I can't ask that of him. I moved back in with him and he's been so unbelievably--"

"Cool," she adds on a laugh. "So you said."

"Maddie," Eddie groans.

"Eddie, Buck has never been cool. Not a day in his life. Especially not about you."

He freezes in his shoes, fist halfway curled open like some sort of claw.

"What do you mean?"

"Eddie. Come on. He's crazy about you. I've known it from the beginning."

His face, wide and open, apparently needs a little more information than that.

"Look, I called his crush on you before he'd even moved out of Abby's house!"

If it's possible, Eddie's mouth is now open wider.

"Maddie... I can't... have this enormous crush on him. Be... in love with him. He's my roommate, and my best friend and I can't lose him. I won't. I refuse."

"Oh," she scoffs, "so you're just gonna swallow this down forever?"

In an instant, Eddie goes smaller than she's ever seen him before. His voice is small too.

"If I have to. He can never know."

"Uh, it's a little late for that," Chimney interrupts from the dining room.

Maddie and Eddie both snap their heads up towards the voice. But instead of Chimney they see, it's--

"Buck?"

Eddie's hand is still in Maddie's, but his voice is now directed to her little brother, standing wide-eyed behind Chimney, shoulders slouched like he used to do when he'd had a bad day at school. She pats his hand and pushes off the table, waddling over to her husband.

"Buck, why don't you and Eddie sit and have some coffee. There's decaf in the pot."

She watches as Buck moves through the room, brushing her across the shoulders as he passes, but eyes never once moving from Eddie.

As she and Chimney back up a little farther into the dining room, she hears her brother's voice.

"Did you mean it?"

"Did I mean what?"

"Well, all of it. Any of it. Did you mean what you told my sister? Did you mean to kiss me this morning before you left the house?"

"Eddie kissed Buck?!" Chimney whispershouts into Maddie's temple, as she brings a hand to his upper arm to slow him down. They're not eavesdropping, no of course not. Just. Enjoying the view from their dining room on a beautiful morning where they each have a few hours together. Of course.

"What if I do?" Eddie starts again.

"What if you do?" Buck questions back.

"Mean it."

"Then I'm gonna need you to kiss me again. And aim a little lower this time, would you?"

Maddie grabs Chimney by the arm and drags him all the way back to their bedroom, lest they bear witness to a secret that's definitely not theirs to tell.

[kissingchamber]

illicit affairs

𝜗𝜚 synopsis: Tony finds out his son is dating his intern. His intern!

𝜗𝜚 pairing(s): MCU!Peter Parker x Stark!male reader; Tony Stark x son!reader

𝜗𝜚 warning(s): nothing really this is just silly fluff and Tony being clueless

𝜗𝜚 note(s): English is not my first language!!! Based on this request, hope u enjoy anon :3 title from taylor swifts "illicit affairs" !!

Everyone in the Avengers tower knows you and Peter are dating! Well, almost everyone in the Avengers tower knows you and Peter are dating. The only one who hasn't yet figured it out is the one and only, Tony Stark, your dad.

Honestly, it's a surprise he hasn't found out yet with the way you and Peter have been looking at each other with longing heart eyes and cuddling during movie nights. And he calls himself a genius...

It's sort of become a game for you and Peter, seeing how long it'll take for Tony to realize what's really going on.

What makes it even more unbelievable is that Pepper was the first one to know!

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You make your way down to the lab where you knew Peter would be— he'd texted, telling you he would be down in the labs today— working on something for his suit with Tony.

You slide into the lab, finding Peter sat in a chair, eagerly chatting with your dad and typing something on a tablet at the same time.

You come up behind him, wrapping your arms around him, hugging him to your chest and burying your face into his hair. "Hi, Pete." You murmur.

"H— hey!" Peter's face flushes a pretty pink color and you can't help but smirk. He's so easily flustered.

You almost forget Tony is there until he starts talking. "Oh, hey kid! Care to help us a little? We could really use an extra set of hands." He says, acting like the way you're holding Peter is totally platonic.

You nod, mumbling a sure, but not before sending Peter a look. He cannot be serious... He shoots back an agreeing gaze.

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It's movie night, most of the Avengers are scattered across the room, sitting in all kinds of weird positions that make you want to laugh. You and Peter are laying on one of the couches, practically entangled together.

Everyone is arguing about which movie to watch when Tony walks in with Steve trailing behind him, their arms filled with snacks.

Steve looks at you and Peter, mumbling something about lovebirds and takes a seat on one of the recliners.

Tony settles on a loveseat next to Pepper and joins in on the movie debate.

You and Peter share a look, Tony definitely heard what Cap said, right?

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You walk into the kitchen where Peter is sitting on a barstool, leaning onto the island and nodding along to whatever Tony— who is currently refilling his coffee cup— is saying.

You press a kiss to Peter's cheek in greeting, sitting down on another barstool. He gives you a soft smile in response and grabs ahold of your hand.

Tony finishes getting his coffee, ruffles your hair and leaves the room wordlessly, like you hadn't just kissed your boyfriend— that he doesn't know is your boyfriend— right in front of him!

You and Peter stare at each other for a silent second before bursting into laughter. Tony is so clueless it's hilarious.

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When Tony finally does find out it's possibly in the most embarrassing way ever.

You and Peter were in your room, making out on your bed, when Tony walked in.

"Dad—!" You yell and scramble to get off of Peter, whose face is currently the shade of bright red reminiscent of a tomato.

"Sorry, sorry!" Tony says quickly, at least he sounds apologetic.

You glare at him with no real heat in your expression. "You could've, you know, knocked before you came in. Like you're supposed to." You grumble.

"I know, I know. But uhm... since when were you two a thing?" He asks, almost sounding hesitant.

Peter looks like he's trying his hardest not to laugh, barely succeeding. "Everyone else figured it out months ago, if that gives you any idea."

"What—" Tony begins but you interrupt him; "And Pepper was the first one to find out"

"And she didn't tell me!?" He sounds so betrayed, it's so funny you can barely respond. "Apparently not!" You get out before bursting into giggles, Peter laughing beside you.

Tony turns on his heel and rushes into the hallway "Pepper!" He cries out.

At this, you and Peter can't hold it in anymore, erupting into the kind of laughter that makes your tummy hurt and leaves your sides sore afterwards.

And he calls himself a genius.

𝜗𝜚 note: this is longer that anything ive posted previously so thats why this took me so long to post 𖦹 ´ ᯅ ` 𖦹 thanks 4 reading!!! reblogs r super appreciated!! :3

[psychomentillidie]

Dress

Part 1 🐍 Part 2

Pairing: virgin!tom riddle x fem!reader

Genre: smut

Warnings: english isn’t my first language, heavy sexual contact, p in v, fingering, teasing, unprotected sex, subby!tom, experienced!reader.

Summery: after a little talk with his brother, Tom decides to ask his best friend to take his virginity.

“𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟”

"Are you going to the Slytherin party tonight?" Mattheo asked the second he walked into Tom's dorm room. It was a pretty stupid question, considering the fact that Tom had never been to a Hogwarts party, not even once in the seven years he'd been there.

"Yeah, y/n asked me to come this time. She said it's important to 'have fun' since it's our last year here."

That answer genuinely shocked Mattheo. It was almost unbelievable how much influence y/n had over his brother.

"Wait, are you serious? I can't believe the Tom Riddle is actually going to a party. I'm going to make sure it's the best fucking party in Hogwarts history," he said excitedly. "I'll get alcohol for everyone and—oh, I know! I'll steal veritaserum from Snape so we can play truth or dare. It's going to be bloody awesome."

Tom was still trying to understand what was so "bloody awesome" about a bunch of teenagers drinking and playing games. He was dreading going, but y/n had begged him to come, and for some reason, he just couldn't say no to her. Which was odd, considering he never had trouble saying no to anyone else.

"What's so exciting about truth or dare? It's a stupid game," Tom rolled his eyes.

Mattheo gave him a look like he'd just said the dumbest thing in the world. "What's so exciting about truth or dare?! Mate, it's the best part! That's when all the tea gets spilled. Last time we played, it came out that Pansy had sex with Adrian's girlfriend, and Adrian's actually a virgin! Truth or dare is elite when everyone drinks veritaserum before answering because then no one can lie."

"I just don't get why anyone would want to admit what they've done or what they haven't."

Tom had never really thought much about sex. He didn't see the point. Why would anyone want to be that vulnerable with someone else? He didn't care for any of the girls at Hogwarts, even though he knew he could easily have a different one in his bed every night if he wanted. But he didn't want to. He just... wasn't interested.

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about, bro. People just want to know how many girls you've shagged. You've got nothing to be ashamed of. It's not like you're a virgin," Mattheo said with a teasing laugh.

The room suddenly went silent when Tom didn't laugh back. Mattheo stared at him.

"You're a virgin?!"

"Yes. What's the problem with that?"

"There's no problem actually," Mattheo said, holding back a grin. "You just absolutely cannot let the whole school know."

If Tom thought teenagers were stupid before, now he thought they were extra stupid. But the longer he thought about it, the more that small knot of embarrassment twisted in his chest.

"Okay, then I just won't play," Tom said, shrugging. Problem solved, or so he thought.

"Absolutely not, my guy. If you don't play, people will assume something even worse. Like that you're into getting pegged or something."

Tom groaned in frustration, running a hand through his hair. "Then what the hell am I supposed to do?"

Mattheo leaned back with a smug grin. "Easy. Go to y/n's dorm and ask her to have sex with you."

Tom blinked. "What?!"

"Oh come on, you know you've been dying to sleep with her. And don't even try to deny it. I heard you last night, jerking off and moaning her name in the bathroom."

"What the fuck?! Why were you in my dorm last night?"

It was rare to see Tom Riddle blush, but this time, his entire face was red as a tomato.

"Let's not change the subject, alright?" Mattheo said, smirking. "Just go to her dorm and tell her you want to have sex, as simple as that. You know she'll want to. I'm shocked you guys haven't done it together before, considering all that tension that's always around you two whenever you're together."

"Fine. I'll think about it. Now get out, and don't ever come into my room late at night again without announcing yourself first."

The second the door closed behind Mattheo, silence settled over the dorm like a fog. Tom sat on the edge of his bed, elbows on his knees, staring blankly at the floor.

"Just go to Y/N's dorm and ask her to have sex with you."

Mattheo's words echoed in his mind like a challenge.

It sounded ridiculous. Crude, even. But was it? He clenched his jaw, hands tightening.

It wasn't about the sex. Not really.

It was about her.

Y/N.

The way she laughed like she knew things he didn't. The way she touched him so casually and yet left him breathless. The way she saw through his every mask, every carefully calculated expression, and looked at him.

The real him.

He'd trusted her with everything else; his secrets, his temper, his walls.

Could he trust her with this, too?

The idea of losing control in front of anyone else made his stomach twist. But with her... the thought didn't terrify him. It thrilled him. It made his skin feel too tight and his thoughts feel too loud.

Was it foolish to want more? Was it dangerous?

Maybe. But wasn't it more dangerous to want her and never touch her?

He swallowed hard. Could he ask her? Should he? And if he did... would she say yes?

Would she want him like that? And if she did, would she still see him the same way after?

He wasn't sure. But he knew one thing with absolute certainty;

He didn't want anyone else.

And maybe it was time he finally stopped making excuses for himself and actually tried being intimate with her. Not for the game or the people around him, for his own cravings and wishes.

That was the moment Tom realised, he's ready to lose his virginity to his person, the only person in the world he wasn't scared to be himself around.

It was currently 8:32 p.m. 28 minutes before the Slytherin party was set to begin. You were in your dorm, getting ready alone. Your annoyingly loud roommates had gone to their friend's room to do their makeup together.

You were in the middle of putting on your short, dark blue dress, struggling to zip it up, when you heard a knock at the door.

"Who is it?" you called out, still fiddling with the zipper.

"It's Tom."

You smiled. "Oh, it's you. Come in, Tommy."

He opened the door and stepped inside, standing stiffly like a statue as his eyes scanned you, but he said nothing.

"Well don't you look really handsome, Mr. Riddle," you said, your tone teasing. The flirtation in your friendship was always there, but you weren't lying, he really did look good tonight.

You turned around. "Could you help me zip my dress? I can't reach it."

"No," he said flatly.

You turned back around to face him, confused. "What do you mean no?"

"I'd rather take that dress off than zip it up."

Your eyes widened, a mix of surprise and amusement dancing across your face. A smirk crept in as you looked at him. You almost lost the hope that Tom Riddle will take this friendship he had with you to the next level.

It has been obvious there's something not platonic in the slightest going on between the two of you, but it took Tom years to accept it. Who would have guessed tonight would be the night Tom actually took action and fucked you.

"Oh yeah?" you asked, voice dropping into something lower, silkier.

"Yeah," he said, stepping closer, closing the space between you. You were almost touching now, his proximity making your heart race, but he looked surprisingly calm. Little did you know his insides have been burning with anxiety.

"What are you waiting for, then?" you whispered. "Fucking take it off."

That was all he needed to hear.

He moved forward like he was under a spell. His hands found the zipper and tugged it down slowly, reverently, as if undressing you was a sacred act. The dress slipped from your shoulders and pooled at your feet. You stood before him in only your underwear and bra, entirely unbothered by his stare.

You stepped close and tangled your fingers into his collar, tugging him into a kiss that made his knees weak.

He kissed back like he'd been waiting his entire life for this, like he was afraid it would end too soon. It was messy and eager, his hands trembling as they explored the soft curve of your waist, your back, your breasts.

You pushed him down onto the bed with a gentle shove, straddling him and rolling your hips slowly against his lap. He let out a shaky breath, fingers digging into your thighs like he didn't know what else to hold onto.

"Y/N," he whispered, almost like a warning. "I've never—"

"I know," you purred, grinding on him again. "You're doing so good already, darling."

His eyes fluttered shut as you kissed down his neck, tongue teasing his skin, marking him. You could feel how hard he was already, twitching beneath his trousers. He looked dazed, breathless, wrecked, and you hadn't even taken his clothes off yet.

You climbed off him just long enough to strip him down, also taking down your remaining undergarments, taking your time as you tugged at his belt, his shirt, finally his trousers and briefs, until he was bare beneath you. His cock was flushed and hard, resting against his stomach.

You let your eyes drag down his body, slow and deliberate. "Fuck, you're so pretty, Tom."

He blushed at the compliment, but the way his cock twitched made it obvious how much he liked it.

"Lie back," you whispered.

He obeyed instantly. Tom wasn't one to obey orders from anyone. But with you, it was a different story.

You crawled over him, settling between his legs and kissing a path up his inner thigh, ignoring his whimpers as you teased him everywhere but where he wanted.

"Y/N," he groaned. "Please, please, I need—"

You pressed your fingers to his lips. "Shh. I'm going to take care of you."

You kissed him deeply, slowly grinding your bare hips against his, letting him feel how wet you already were.

You guided his hand between your thighs. "Feel that? That's all for you."

He swallowed hard, fingers exploring tentatively.

You smiled. "Let me show you."

You moved his hand where you wanted it—two fingers brushing your clit, stroking slowly. He watched you in awe as you moaned from his touch, your hips rocking against his hand.

"Curl your fingers inside me," you whispered. "There. Right there. Fuck Tommy, you're a natural."

His confidence grew as you moaned his name, his fingers moving faster, slick with your arousal. The way he looked at you—like you were something holy, made heat coil in your stomach.

You stopped him just before you tipped over the edge.

"I need you inside me," you whispered against his mouth. "Do you want that?”

His answer was immediate. "Yes. Please. I want—I need you so bad, Y/N."

You reached down and lined him up with your entrance, teasing him by dragging the tip through your folds before sinking down slowly.

His head fell back, mouth open in a silent moan as you took him inch by inch.

"Fucking hell," he gasped. "You feel—fuck Y/N."

You rode him slowly at first, letting him adjust, watching his reactions. Every time you shifted your hips, he twitched helplessly inside you, moaning your name like a prayer.

You leaned down to kiss him softly. "You okay, baby?"

He nodded frantically. "Yes. I'm okay. Don't stop. Please don't stop."

You smiled against his lips. "I wasn't planning to."

You picked up the pace, grinding your hips harder, riding him like you were claiming him. His hands gripped your waist tightly, his head rolling back as he struggled to hold on.

"Y/N—fuck—I'm not gonna last—I can't—"

"Come for me, baby," you whispered, dragging your nails down his chest. "Let me feel you."

That was all it took. He cried out as he spilled inside you, cock twitching, breath ragged. You kept moving, chasing your own high, and just as his orgasm was fading, you came with a moan of his name, collapsing forward onto his chest.

You both stayed there, sweaty and breathless, your fingers stroking through his hair as his arms wrapped tightly around you.

For a while, neither of you spoke.

Then finally, you whispered, "So... how was that for your first time?"

He let out a breathless laugh, still catching his breath. "I think you just ruined me for anyone else."

You grinned against his chest. "Good. That was the plan."

He kissed your hair, and his voice softened. "Thank you."

You looked up at him. "For what?"

"For not treating me like I'm fragile. For not making me feel ashamed for being so vulnerable. For..." he hesitated, then said softly, "for being you."

Your teasing smile faded into something warmer, more intimate. You cupped his face and kissed him slow and sweet. "You're mine now, Riddle."

He nodded. "I've always been".

Part 2 is out<3

[prettyboykatsuki-moved]

lock and key | h. sakura

✮ tags ; afab + gender neutral reader, dom!reader, sub!sakura, ejaculation management, so much dirty talk, praise kink, cumming untouched, nipple play / teasing, established relationships, aged-up characters, 18+

✮ wc ; 3.6k (??)

✮ a/n ; my melatonin is begging me to sleep and im too busy thinking about this guys dick. fuck man whatever.

On the rooftop of Furin, among flower-beds and tomato plants - Sakura asks you to be his with a less than confident pout and a single rose.  

It is stupidly corny and so sincere it borders on funny. You’re a little surprised by it given the nature of your relationship. You’ve been friends since he came into town three years ago - dancing around unrequited feelings for about two years, and recently landed on mutual feelings after someone gave Sakura spiked punch at one of Umemiya’s gatherings.  

He is characteristically clumsy in asking you. He spends the first half of your conversation getting pissed about nothing before you ask him what he wants, all smiles, and he loses his cool all over again. You fall in love with him a little more when he has to avert his eyes to get the words out. He has so many nervous tics. A hand on the back of his neck, chewing the inside of his lip.  

The most noticeable part of his confession is just how red he is the entire time. His shirt is a little loose, and when he ducks his head down - you can see perfectly along the curve of back and he’s blushing. It’s so cute, so stupidly endearing - you completely lose track of what’s happening around you.  

You manage to accept the confession. Sakura gains the courage to kiss you but he’s shaking the whole time, and it’s so cute to see how much he fumbles despite having known you for years.  

It’s a good memory, and it leaves a strong impression - and it’s no doubt the start of your desire to warp your boyfriends body to your desires so strongly.  

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Sakura blushes easily.  

Too easily. 

For as long as you’ve been friends, he’s never been able to kick the habit. You’d almost think he was allergic to sincerity given how much he reacts to even the faintest presence of it. It doesn’t matter where that sincerity is directed—though it’s much worse when it’s for him—it’s just something he’s conscious of generally. It’s to the point where it’s a running joke amongst the friend group, though never to his face.  

He suffers enough with so little teasing, no one really has the heart to go further. And even without being teased, Sakura is super reactive. Like a cat hissing or electricity bubbling through water - pure danger at the lightest brush or sensation. Be it romance, or friendship, or the vaugest compliment. Sakura will blush and squirm for any reason at all, really. 

In a way, you think that’d take away from the novelty of it but it hasn’t. Every time Sakura breaks out into a faint blush, you feel your heart squeeze tight in your chest.  

It’s hard not to bully Sakura when he makes it so unbelievably easy. And looks so cute when you do it.  

You do your best to curb your desires at first because Sakura tries hard to look cool in front of you. Towards the beginning of your relationship, he seemed especially determined to be more boyfriend-like towards you. You’re sure that’s tangentially related to how you two started as friends and how terribly self-aware he is of it all the time. You already know each other well, but the step-up from friend to partner is just a little bit too steep for him to climb easily. This manifests in the most try-hard version of Sakura you’ve ever known in your life, and it’s very sweet.  

It is, really.  

Too sweet. Too cute. It does nothing but pour gasoline on the sexual desire and mild fetish you’ve developed for your boyfriends easily embarrassed personality. It worsens it so much it’s a little shocking to you.  

Maybe you’ve always had that kind of inclination, but Sakura takes what was once just a passing thought and blooms into full blown sexual fantasy with no effort at all.  

You plan on keeping it to yourself at first, because you’re pretty sure you’d scare him off if you brought it up too soon. 

The first time you make out with Sakura though, after you start dating - he cums in his pants after a little kissing and grinding. Not that abnormal for a virgin you think. What is, however, abnormal - is what actually ends up pushing him over the edge and making him cum so quickly: praise. 

It was like feeling time slow down. You’d whispered in his ear that he felt good - that he was kissing you in a way that felt good. On the next breath, he bucked his hips up against the seam of his pants and made a mess in his jeans. Whimpered in your ear like a whining cat in heat, with no self-awareness until after the fact. His cum was warm against your clothed crotch as he rode his high - breathless and stupid. Not a thought behind his eyes for a few seconds until he could collect himself enough to be ashamed.  

Sakura having a praise kink is so obvious when you think about it, it’s a little laughable. But to know the extent of it made your desires towards him all that much stronger.  

It gave you the confidence to proceed in trying to change his body and make it a little more sensitive. Not being able to stop think about it made you want to push the boundaries, which is why you end up asking Sakura to let you take the reigns.  

Of course he doesn’t want to agree at first. It’s a hit to his pride you’re sure.  

But with a little more coaxing, he agrees to let you do as you please and hear you out on whatever weird thing you seem so interested in doing. He’s weak to your pouting, even weaker to pleasure - so fine, if you want to do something weird to him, he’ll let you.  

Permission was all you needed.  

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You start slowly.  

The first time you see Sakura again after agreeing on letting you lead, he can barely stand to be in the same room as you. He decides to let you come over to his apartment instead of going over to yours. You spend the whole day together having an at-home date that ends up being more cooking and watching movies on a laptop together than anything else.  

Night falls when Sakura eventually signals his desire for intimacy after he spent the day escaping his nerves. He doesn’t say it as much as he shows it. After you come out from the shower, he stares at you so intensely it’s hard not to get the.  

You get down on your knees to kiss him before you pull away, a hand on his cheek and pure adoration seeing the state of his face. Cherry red blush dusted all over his skin and pupils blown wide with such adorably obvious desire. 

“Can I touch you?”  

“Why’re you asking?” He stumbles over the words. “J-just do it.”  

You press your back against the wall and tell Sakura to sit between your spread legs - pleased as he obliges you even after some hesitance. You’re a little afraid yourself, the enormity of your lust as Sakura rests his back against your chest overwhelming.  

“This is weird.”  

“Bear with it, please?”  

He doesn’t complain again. You kiss against his shoulder blades, smiling at the way he squirms - tilting his head to meet your mouth and kiss him over his shoulder.  

Your hands clasp his waist, nails running along his sides deliberately slow - dragging against the fabric and so lightly against the skin. He protests it but doesn’t tell you to stop. You let your nails brush against his nipples and his cock jumps in his boxers. Moonlight seeps through the windows, emphasizing the paleness of him under his clothes You can feel his musculature as his back lays against your chest, the steady pumping of your heart matching your own.  

When he reaches the brink of a complaint, you whisper his name against his ear.  

“Haruka-kun,” Tender and breathless - warm against his cool skin. “Just trust me okay? I’ll make you feel really good.”  

“I’m the one that should be—,” His words cut off with a moan, a little helpless sound as you brush against his nipples again. “Damn it.”  

“You want to make me feel good, right? You’re so thoughtful, baby.” Your praise comes in thick - accompanied with a more direct touch. You brush your palms over his clothed erection, smiling as it twitches again. His hips buck for more friction that you don’t afford him. “It makes me feel good when you listen.”  

“That’s…”  

You squeeze his shaft through his clothes for a few seconds before letting go again. “You’re a good boy, aren’t you Haruka?”  

“The hell,” It intends to come out harsher than it does. Another muffled moan as you squeeze his cock again, watching his face bloom in reds. He drops his head back along your shoulders. Almost boneless in your arms, you continue to touch his cock indirectly. “What are you.. ohhh,”  

“My good boy. Listen well, and I’ll make sure it feels really good. And you can have anything you want afterwards. Okay?” 

“…Anything?”  

“Anything,” You promise gently. “But you have to listen. Can do you that for me?“ 

He gives you another short, precise nod as you rub his cock again affectionately, a kiss on the nape of his neck. He shivers as goosebumps form along his skin.  

“Damn it. Fine.”  

You kiss him again, another stroke following the touch as you grin against his shoulder. “Perfect.”  

__  

You spend three weeks managing Sakura’s orgasms.   

It takes him a little while to deal with your unreasonable request. You tell him again though that if bears with for a while, he can have anything he possibly wants from you. The prospect of that is too exciting for him to turn you down, so he caves eventually.  

You have one rule: Sakura can’t cum for seven consecutive days. After seven days you want him to cum untouched. No matter what though, you’ll reward him. 

 It takes him a while to reach that goal. You spend your nights doing the same routine as the first nigh, escalating by drawing it out more each time. Light touches followed with deliberately thick, syrupy praise. You fulfill his needs through other means, but showering him in affection makes up most of it.  

You get good at learning what things make him tick. Sakura likes to hear that he’s good for you above all else. That’s always the thing that makes him twitch. He likes being praised for his efforts less than he likes mindless flattery. He likes when you attach possession to the words you use. Affirm his place as yours with every stroke of hands or tracing of fingers. Light touches make him shiver so much it’s cute.  

You learn that his nipples are sensitive and so are his ears and the inside of his thighs when you squeeze them. He likes rougher treatment of his chest but softer against his neck. He likes to be squeezed firmly instead of lightly but you tend to avoid touching his dick too much if at all.  

It’s a little like training a puppy. You follow your routine with strict habituation and Sakura picks up on your cues quickly. Over a few weeks, you watch him grow to anticipate the session of unadulterated praise. Eventually, he’s red before you even touch him, glassy eyed and hard before you even get on your hands on him or kiss him. Just the anticpation is enough because he’s already so easy to work up.  

He fails in not cumming a few times, but that’s okay - you always assure him it’ fine.  

Again and again, you shape his tastes to fit your preferences with cool direction and repetition like water eroding stone. Sakura stops questioning it once the pleasure starts to sink in, eventually so hung up on the feeling - you can barely be in public together without his mind drifting back to it. His headspace gets so melty.  

He’s always been quiet when it comes to affection but he’s practically docile, putty between your fingers as he lets himself be completely pampered when you’re alone. It’s a little surprising ow well he takes it, but you think the desperation outweighs the shame. The desire for release too strong to refuse it no matter how much of a fuss he puts up at the start.  

It’s cute to see him corrupt so fast for your sake. He’s too prideful to beg but once he gets so desperate, he makes a face that’s practically the same. He starts to be interested in the reward at one point or another - though you’re not sure when exactly that is. He really tries so hard not to cum. Your rules are always clear and simply.  

He can cum before you if he wants,  but he has to wait seven days for a rewards. You’ll know if he cums before then. 

After three weeks of ruined orgasms, he eventually abides by this. He still wants you to touch him though. You spend your time as a normal couple until nightfall, and when it’s time - Sakura waits for you to start.  

He’s not vocal about his submission, doesn’t acknowledge it in full even when it’s so obvious. His compliance speaks for itself you think. How he spreads his legs and relaxes into your body more and more - allowing himself to be completely quiet and listen to you. You know you’ve got him when he stops fighting any of it and just allows you to touch him without too much fuss.  

You’re good to Sakura of course. You always praise him softly, sweetly - always kiss him as much as he wants even if you don’t touch his cock directly. You always make him feel good in other ways even if he’s not allowed to cum.  

Eventually, he makes good on the promise of one week. It’s hard on him, you can tell - and he doesn’t do it without whining, but he fights for it. Lets you touch and tease and praise him until his brain shuts off, crawling into your arms right afterwards so you can card your fingers through his hair and praise him more with his face buried in your chest eventually falling to sleep.  

A week passes, eventually - and this time, you end up on Sakura’s lap. A good distance away from his cock. You sit closer to his knees as he sits on a comfortable chair in your well furnished apartment. You haven’t touched him at all, but he’s already got the pretty, glassy expression on his face.  

You cup his cheek with your hand, endeared by how he nuzzles instinctively into your palm. He’s not wearing anything today while you remain clothed aside from your top. 

“I’m so proud of you, baby.” You coo. The reaction is instant, eyes lidding and face growing hot as you continue to shower him with attention. He groans faintly but doesn’t say anything in reply. “It took a little while, but you made it a whole week. Haruka-kun did a good job for me. Made me so happy.” 

He likes hearing that. Praise about how it pleases you always sticks. His face grows warm with familiar, pained arousal. He flushes red down to his chest - his whole body radiating heat. You stare at his cock as it twitches to life at the words, elated when you see the first dribble of precum slide down the shaft. It’s hard for you to not to touch him but you wouldn’t ruin your own hard work.  

“You like making me happy huh? You always do,” You mutter, brushing your thumb across his cheek bone. He’s quiet, eyes look misty as you talk. “My pretty boy. All mine forever. All of you. From here to,” Your brush hair from his forehead before trailing your nails down his chest - lightly scratching above the base of his cock, on his stomach. You brush the soft, bi-colored hairs at the base but don’t get close enough to touch. “Here. Always mine, baby.”  

“S-shit, hngh,”  

“You worked so hard, didn’t you?” You kiss his forehead, his temple, his cheek. “I know it was tough. Bet you’re gonna cum so much for me today. I’ll give you anything you want after you cum once. Anything. Doesn’t that sound nice?”  

His words come out as a slur, thick with want. “Y’promise?”  

Your heart flutters. “Mhm. Whatever you want. You can fuck me, use my mouth. Anything, baby. It’s all yours. You earned it. Such a good boy.”  

“Nghhh,” He throws his head back slightly, his cock twitching again. Bobbing as it jumps against air, you stare down at how more pre-crum dribbles from the tip. “Fuck, fuck. Need to cum, can’t—I can’t”  

“You can cum whenever, Haruka. You’re getting so messy. It’s for me, right? Haruka’s cum,” You mumble, staring at it. “So thick. So much of it left,”  

His eyes go wide before breaking out into another wave of heat - cheels flushing red. His ears, nose, face — all of it. He groans aloud, adams apple bobbing in his throat as arousal makes his cock pulse.  “Good boy. Come on. I want to see you cum for me. Do you think you can? Think you can cum if I praise you a bit? Your cock twitches so much when I’m sweet to you baby, does it make you feel that good to hear? Made you so weak to praise your dick can barely stand it, right? It’s cute. Haruka-kun is so, so cute.”  

His jaw is dropped open dumbly, unable to speak or say anything else as he shivers underneath you. You can feel him squirm, his cock twitching again and again. You don’t touch his dick at all, but you slide your hand down to the soft planes of his stomach and hold it there. Rubbing soft circles into it with your thumb.  

“It’s twitching so hard,” You say with fascinated delight. His whole body strains, a short, clipped, helpless whimper escaping his lips completely involuntary. He bites back as much of the noise as he possible can as your own arousal builds in your stomach. “I’m so turned on watching you like this.”  

It’s almost like a switch flips in him. You can see the surprise in his face, see the reaction in his physical body so fast you can’t help but laugh in awe. “Did you think I just did it for no reason?”  

“No, but… I didn’t think — I d-don’t know, I just didn’t think.” 

You laugh again. “Then should I tell you? I get wet when I bully you and you get like this. So pathetic and needy and so cute. You always get mad when I call you cute but your cock is twitching so much hearing it,” You tell him contentedly. “It feels so good seeing you blush like this. You turn red and it’s so pretty - Haruka-kun is so pretty it’s unfair. Isn’t it natural that I get like this looking at you?”  

He groans, his shoulders shaking as you push him forward. You laugh, delighted by his reaction.  

“Should I tell you something good?” You tease, watching for his eyes to lock with yours before you go on. “I alway went home and touched myself thinking of what kind of face you made for me the night before. Came so much to how pretty Haruka is, you know? Even right now, I’m holding back from touching you and making you cum all over my hands. You wanna cum inside instead though right? After you cum once, I’ll get you nice and hard again and then you can cum where you want. Okay? Cum for me, baby. Be good for me.”  

You hear Sakura gasp and know what’s coming, smiling to yourself as his muscles go taut - hips bucking up as it overtakes him. 

You let your hand hover over the tip of his cock and watch his body shudder as he lets out a load of cum completely untouched. It’s so thick and heavy it doesn’t really shoot as much as it spills all along his shaft in his spurts. Sakura sobs in ruin at the sensation, groaning as your hand wraps around the base of his cock and pumps out the rest.  

His entire body shudders in a flush of red - all rashy knees and blushy chest, nipples tense and hard as he cums while his stomach tightens as he releases. His cock throbs against your hands, still completely hard even after having orgasmed. His face is wet, vision blurred from fat tears that he can barely blink away in time.  

He’s so reactive to the feeling of your hand, he ends up cumming again a little with a strained cry.  

You watch him in amusement, waiting for him to settle down as you rest your palm over the tip to catch any more cum. After you lean forward to meet his mout. He kisses you so eagerly, all tongue and spit - pulling away with breath.  

“You’re so good for me, Haruka,” You kiss the corner of his mouth. “How should I reward you?”  

“Don’t care just,” He drops his head down. “Touch me. All over. Make me feel good. I want to feel you. P-please.”  

You smile a little. “Must be really bad for you to ask me something so embarrassing with your own voice.”  

“Shut the hell up. My dick is gonna explode and it’s so embarrassing so just” He groans. “Y-you’re the devil, just. Please.”  

“Course baby,” You mutter, stroking his cock for emphasis - happy as you watch him shiver. “Anything you want.”  

[forthefictionallesbians]

Compiler Log - Phaeophyta Maresell (5th Bloom) - January 18th, 2641 4:12 P.M. <Tags Hidden> Total Ingredients : 14

Produce, Terran Chicken (Breast). 3/4th lb Produce, White Onion. 1/2 whole Produce, Tomato (Roma). 1 whole Produce, Baby Corn (Cut). 4 oz Produce, Cilantro (Leaves). 1 tbs Produce, Green Onion. 2 tbs Oil, Canola. 3 tbs Milk, Terran Coconut. 28 oz Water, Pure. 2 cups Juice, Lime. 1/4 cup Spice, Cayenne Pepper (Ground). 1/4th tsp Spice, Tumeric (Ground). 1/2 tsp Spice, Tom Kha Paste. 2 tbs Sauce, Fish Sauce. 4 tbs ----------------------------------------------------------

Liz could feel her affini smiling down on her as she worked the can opener to dump the coconut milk into the big pot they were using. It was a soft, gentle sensation, like the sun on bare skin or the gentle clasping of hands. How had she ever lived without it? Even with her gaze firmly fixed on the metal cans turned upside-down in her grasp, the still-new haustoria cradling her nervous system let her bask in the delight of Phaeophyta's approval. It was a delicious sensation, and her mistress and her had decades and decades to learn everything it could do.

One of the cans fell from her hand as she stared blissfully ahead. Before she could even react, a vine reached out and caught it. Embarrassment flooded her. She had just barely recovered enough for Mistress to allow her back near the kitchen, and here she was, dropping things? Her head just still felt so woozy, her limbs too floppy, but she could help! She could, she could, she could! A sudden tingle of warmth sparked in her brain, and she turned her dazed vision up to her mistress. Phaeophyta had been talking to her! She smiled widely.

Stars, Phaeophyta thought. Her little Liz was just too cute! The poor thing clearly hadn't understood a word of her instructions, but that was to be expected. She'd seen enough florets fresh from receiving their haustoria to know how long the process took, and Liz needed another few days at least before returning to normal. But she had been ever so eager to help out, especially with her favorite food. And how could Phaeophyta say no to that adorable little pout? So here they were, her chopping all of the produce into little cubes and cooking thin ribbons of chicken in the oil while Liz poured the thai soup's base.

She lifted the soup can back into Liz's hand and brought out her best 'pay attention, cutie' voice. "Good job, Liz! You did so good with the coconut milk! Such a good, helpful girl for me!" Her floret practically glowed at the compliment, cheeks flushing, shoulders and hips rotating back and forth in an unbelievably cute little wiggle. Had it really been less than two years since they had gotten to know each other, when Liz had become her ward after she hit a depressive slump? It was incredible how much progress they had made together, how close the two had become, even before a grafting of her core tissue had snuggled up against the girl's brain. She could barely remember the hollow eyed stare, the defeated tone, the constant tears that had plagued those early weeks. Phaeophyta was an affini, and that meant taking care of all sophonts. But it was still always a good reminder to see how her work had paid off.

Liz was still staring up at her, eyes adoring, and Phaeophyta forced herself away from her thoughts. "Can you fill each of these cans with a cup of water for me?" Her floret nodded, excitedly, and began retracting her hands, but Phaeophyta kept her grasp on one can for a moment longer. "Remember, swirl around the water inside each one to get as much of the coconut milk as possible, and then dump it into the pot, okay?" Another nod, and she relinquished the can this time as it was pulled away. Hopefully her little one wouldn't get that too mixed up, but if she did, Phaeophyta would be right there to help. Forever and always.

Water splashed Liz's face and she sputtered, nearly dropping the cans again. She had shaken them too hard. It felt like her whole front was dripping with the cold water she'd spilled, and looking down, her dress definitely had splotches of coconut milk where the thicker globs had jettisoned themselves. Liz looked up at Mistress, eyes wet from multiple sources. Phaeophyta cooed, and cradled her face with the vines not engaged in cutting and frying. "There there, Lizzy-mine. It's okay. No harm done." One of her thumbs wiped away some of the water, and yet more vines broke off of the arm to take the cans away. Lizzy-hers gave them without struggle, melting into her mistress' touch. This was so much easier, warmer, and it made her brain sing.

"My sweet, sweet girl," she crooned, picking her up and cradling her close. The sweet girl let her eyes close and went limp, safe and happy, so close to the pulsing of Mistress' core. She heard Phaeophyta refill the cans with a cup of water each, and pour them in with the coconut milk. Then she curled deeper, and let sleep take her.

If Phaeophyta had a heart, it would have burst. As was, her core felt like it was overflowing with tenderness for the tiny bundle in her arms. Avoiding the temptation to drag Liz out, to stroke her and pet her and dress her up and so much beyond, was nearly agony. But the girl clearly still needed her rest, and Phaeophyta would survive, for now. She would just have to surprise Liz with the soup when she eventually woke up. Setting the milk and water to a medium heat, she let it boil before upending all the chopped produce, besides the cilantro and green onions, into the pot. The chicken, cooked white inside and out, was the next in, oil and all. As she worked, she shifted Liz closer and closer towards her core, until the darling floret was cradled right next to it, deep inside her chest.

Whether consciously or not, Liz reached out and wrapped her arms tight around it. Phaeophyta curled inwards, embracing her with everything she could. At the same time, she instructed the haustoria to dose the cutie with some class-z and a tiny bit of class-a. Liz would be out like a light, but there was no reason why they both shouldn't enjoy the nap as much as possible. Phaeophyta chucked slightly at herself, and let her vines gently knead and caress her floret while she finished up the meal. Tom kha paste, fish sauce, lime juice, and the spices were supposed to be added at the same time as the produce, but the brief delay was harmless. Besides, it all needed to stir and boil for about a quarter hour anyways while the onion cooked in the broth. So, with a contented sigh, she dragged a chair over to the kitchen and sat down in it, leaving one vine to idly keep the contents of the pot moving. Another vine reached off and grabbed a book in affini, "Kitchen Safety for Attentive Pet Owners."

Cooking had been one of Liz's few respites, once upon a time, and Phaeophyta had been happy to learn alongside her ward. But, and she would never admit this to Liz, the thought of her floret around sharp knives and hot stoves still occasionally filled her with anxiety. But she could get over that, for Liz's sake. If it would make her little one happy, she would learn. One of her vines brushed at Liz' nose, eliciting a tiny sneeze from inside her chest. Not for the first or last time that day, Phaeophyta smiled. Then she stood, pushed the cilantro and green onions into the soup, grabbed a steaming platter of rice and two bowls from the compiler, and prepared to wake her floret up. Dinner was served.

[juanarc-thethird]

I am proud of my body!

Beacon Academy, Cafeteria

Jaune is in line with his team waiting to be served. While they wait among his team they talk about the classes they recently took.

Jaune: So General Michi lost because he was distracted by a laser pointer?

Pyrrha: Surprisingly, yes.

Jaune: I can't believe that.

Nora: Yeah, me neither.

Ren: But is true.

Jaune: I mean, losing the battle with something so… how do I put it… "unusual" is unbelievable.

They continued their conversation without realizing that Cardin is approaching Jaune with a mischievous smile. And when he had the opportunity he took Jaune's pants and pulled them down fast, underwear included.

Cardin: What nice underwear you have, Jauny boy. Hahahaha!

At that moment everyone turned to see what happened but they remained silent and with their mouths agape. Cardin was the only one still laughing with his eyes close. Jaune on the other hand, decided to be brave. He grabbed his pants from the floor and pulled them back up. He looked at everyone and said.

Jaune: I don't care what you all think. I am proud of my body.

Without ceasing to have his face held high, he made his way to the exit of the cafeteria. People just followed him with their eyes while Cardin was still laughing.

Jaune: *At the door* Good day

He leaves the cafeteria and closes the door behind him. At that moment Nora was the first to speak.

Nora: HOLY SHIT! TH-

Pyrrha: *Interrupts her* THAT'S A HUGE DICK!

And Pyrrha was second.

Then she realizes what she said, and she covers her mouth in shame. Showing only her face all red like a tomato. At the same time Cardin stopped laughing, confused by what he had just heard.

Cardin: Wait what?

[luv-mani3]

Warnings: none

Summary: Choso doesn’t know he’s falling in love

Kamo Choso does not know what love is. He doesn’t know how to love. He’s just learning how to behave like a human🙁

So many complex emotions he often forgets the names.

And you, he definitely can’t tell the difference between a crush and falling in love, much less what they are.

He doesn’t know why he gets this jittery feeling every-time he talks to you. Or why he just can’t seem to stop thinking about you. Why he savors your smiles, your laughs. He just can’t quite figure out why his face turns as red as a tomato when you compliment him.

Goes to Yuji in a panic, literally convinced that he’s coming down with something, only to be a little irritated when his brother laughs???Unbelievable😒.

Stares in confusion as his little brother explains all these emotions he’s feeling, telling him it’s normal.

Choso goes about his day normally until you show up. Whether it be a social gathering or you decided you wanted to hang out with him.

And eventually, when he barely understands what’s going on, acts like a complete mess. Cannot get a single word out without stuttering or blushing. Wtf???

Humans are just so hard😔😔 and human emotions?? Forget it.

[crookedkryptonitebeliever]

Best and Worst of both Worlds (part 1)

Tw: yandere oc guy, but i dont think this chapter shown that yet, but readers a fuckin stalker loser this time, university horrors

Okay guys so this story im literally pitting Yves and Montgomery together, gonna be a little slow burn but we r gonna get 2 da conflict like eventually

Also da settting in university cuase its da most relevant 2 me 💯

Enjouy

PART 2

He's so beautiful and ethereal. The man has been plaguing your mind for the entire week, you're being distracted from your assignments just because of this unbelievably gorgeous man with silky, long hair and dressed to the tens.

You grinded your teeth and scratched your skin, you know where he frequents. The university's library. And you obviously want to get closer to him after he caught you from falling. You slipped on a sheet of paper that you dropped and this mysterious stranger was there to catch you by the waist before your body could make any devastating impact. Unfortunately, your stacks of textbooks and other miscellaneous documents were scattered to the ground.

"Are you alright?" He asked, his voice was smooth and pleasant with a unique, suave accent to it.

You were reduced to a nervous, stuttery mess. He gently brought you back up to your feet, he helped you gather your things and even arranged it by size and weight, so that it would be less likely for it to topple over. The man took a further step to smoothen the frizzles of your hair, fix your collar and sleeves. He even zipped your backpack up, you were unaware that it was open in the first place, adding to your embarrassment. You couldn't really push him away because your arms are occupied with your belongings.

It was hard to look into those stunning emerald eyes without flustering yourself even further, so you looked away while you stammered a "thanks" to him.

"Be careful." He said as he tilted your head by the chin to make direct eye contact. You know that you're as red as a tomato, but he didn't comment on it. The man lets you go before walking away, he fixed the handles of his luxury bag on his shoulder. Luscious curls bouncing with every step.

You felt like you wanted to explode right there and then, it took you a while to regain composure, other university personnel wondering why you're just standing in the middle of the path like that. Aren't you tired of holding all that stuff? It looked heavy.

You were snapped back into your senses when someone who you assumed had a bad day, told you to get out of the way. You scurried along the traffic, having the incident fresh in your mind.

You wonder who that man is, a student? A professor? A staff member?

You came to know that he's in the library for a few hours every weekday afternoons. He doesn't have a particular spot, the mystique spontaneously appears in random but fairly secluded reading spots in the library.

You felt like a stalker, but that's what you are. Too shy and afraid to talk to him, yet content with watching from afar. His ears are covered by his hair, so you don't know if he had any earbuds in. Fuelling your hesitance to make any contact first.

He could be reading a thick novel, handwriting something down on his notebook, or he could be typing away on his sleek, black laptop. In either instances, you have no idea what he's doing, it's either in a foreign language, full of numbers or completely made up of technical jargon.

You don't know why you're doing this instead of studying for your midterms. You're never like this to any of your crushes, not this obsessive over a real person, so why now? What compelled you to become this... creep? It's like you can't stop. You're scared of rejection but you can't get rid of the butterflies in your stomach.

You had no one to talk to about it because university is a very lonely place. At least, for personality types like you. You didn't want to bother your other friends, they have their own problems to worry about.

It reaches a point that you tried following him out of the library, wondering where he will go next. Before you could step past the automatic sliding doors, you looked at the book in your hand.

'Wait a minute, this is fucked up.' You thought to yourself. This isn't like you, exams are in spitting distance and you're subjecting this poor person to this harassment just because of a singular interaction.

You made a 180⁰ turn and marched back to your all-time favourite seat. Which happened to be occupied by the stranger earlier, maybe that made you a little peeved because you "claimed" it first at the start of the year. But he took it for the day.

To your surprise, there lies his notebook on the ground. He must have accidentally left it. You picked it up and looked around to make sure the coast was clear, then you flipped through it.

You were blasted with numericals, diagrams, words you weren't sure if it was written in English or otherwise and even floorplans of a building of some sort. You couldn't understand anything.

"Excuse me."

You whipped your head to the whisper. It was him! Your blood ran cold as he caught you snooping through his item. You opened your mouth, but no sound came out.

You struggled to form a coherent sentence as you pointed at it, you're done for, you're going to be confirmed a creep. But he only watched you with the utmost patience.

There came a point where you gave up, placed the closed book on the table and pushed it towards him.

Luckily though, you didn't have to say another word.

"You found my notebook. How careless of me to have dropped it." He pulled a chair opposite of you and sat down. You watch him place his handbag on another chair.

He elegantly picked the journal up and slid it into his bag. You were sweating at this point, the dread is about to make you vomit on him and that's not great. You wished that he would go away now, but seeing that he's locked onto his seat, it's highly unlikely.

You prayed hard for it though, he finished his business for the day. There shouldn't be any reason for him to linger.

"Thank you for keeping it safe. I hope you found whatever it is you were seeking from me." He continued, crossing his legs and resting his hands on the table.

What.

You asked what he meant by that.

A teasing smile made its way to his rouge lips.

"You were watching me." You grew pale and you scrambled to explain yourself, but he raised his index finger to signal you to let him continue.

"Your tact could be improved upon; I could see you trying to hide behind the shelves, I could hear you mumbling to yourself, and you shouldn't think so lowly of yourself." He propped his head up on one elbow.

Your cheeks felt hot. That is true, you were berating yourself for being too wimpy to go ahead and talk to him. You just didn't think you were that loud.

"I would have enjoyed having a chat with you. I wouldn't have thought that you were-- and in your own words, a 'creepy, loser-freak'."

Oh. He heard that too. You wish that you could disappear this instant.

"I'm flattered that you thought highly of me. However, I was disappointed that you thought that I was intimidating." He pouted playfully. "I won't bite." He twirls a lock of his hair around his fingers.

Your nerves are frazzled as he leans in. You didn't know what to say or what to do. He seemingly picks up on that and continues leading the conversation.

"Let's start with names. Tell me yours and I'll tell you mine." You felt his shoe brush against your leg.

You almost forgot your own name as you watch the bead of sweat drip down your nose in horror. He must think you're a stinky slob.

But all he does is stare straight into your soul while drumming his fingers against the table.

You told him your name, with a severe stutter. Each passing second felt like a serrated knife slicing through your flesh.

He repeated it, syllables rolling through his tongue wonderfully. He pronounced it correctly on the first try despite your cripplingly anxious enunciation.

"Yves." He replied. Finally, you have his name. You're totally not going to use that to dig for more information on him.

"You have a beautiful name." He complimented.

You nervously returned the compliment and let out an awkward laugh. Trying your best to ignore the growing sweat stain between your pits.

"How charming of you, (name)." He stood up and pushed his chair back under the table. Yves collected his bag and turned his attention back to you.

"I'd love to talk longer, but I must go now. I believe you have an exam to prepare for. Best begin your revision now, I hope our brief conversation has helped to quell your worries."

...and you mumbled that part about yourself too. It's pretty safe to assume he heard all your thoughts.

Yves extended a manicured hand to you. Taking this as a clear request for a handshake, you accepted it.

Only for him to bring it up to his lips, tenderly and fleetingly kissing your knuckles. This entire time, his piercing gaze never left your eyes.

You wanted to claw yourself out of your flesh and die out of embarrassment.

"Study well."

He lets your hand down and presses it momentarily with his larger ones.

You watched him saunter away with his back turned against you.

You brought the back of your palm to your sight.

There is a faint, reddish tint on it. It must have been from his lipstick.

You're not sure if you ever want to wash your hand after this.

[seraphinasnapdragon]

Shattered Illusion Chapter 6

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Next Damian's hand, which held Clara, stayed nice and close to his chest as his opposite hand opened the left side of the fridge, the freezer. Clara couldn't help but curl up more, wrapping her arms around herself as the cold air from the freezer touched her skin. The fingers close by, starting to curl closer to her tiny form as he could feel her faint shaking. His hand radiated a lot of warm heat, but with the freezer open, it couldn't keep her warm. Damian quickly plucked a single ice cube between his index finger and thumb and shut the freezer door. With the cube in hand, he slowly approached his kitchen table, ensuring steady steps for Clara. Damian slowly started to move his hand, holding Clara down from his chest until his knuckles touched the table's wooden surface. Once all the movement had stopped, Clara quickly stood up and awkwardly made her way off, her boots landing on the table with the tiniest of thuds. She was relieved to be on solid ground once more as the uneven surface of his fleshy hand made her feel quite weird.

Clara took some steps away from Damian's hand before turning to look at him. Her heart skipped a beat as the tabletop only came up to his waist, and she craned her neck up to meet his gaze. He smiled sheepishly as he gingerly set the ice cube a few feet away from her. The piece was almost as long as her arm, and she glanced at it before focusing back on Damian. "I will grab you a paper towel to wrap around that ice cube so you can use it as a makeshift icepack. While you do that, I'll make us some breakfast. Have you ever had an omelet before? Wait…better question: Do you know what I'm talking about?" Damian watched Clara nod her head as his eyes widened. He didn't expect her to say yes since she said she was a fairy or fae. He decided it would be better not to press her on the matter and get to work. With a nod, Damian turned away from the table and approached his kitchen counter, where his paper towel roll sat. He tore a tiny piece of paper towel off and returned to Clara. He noticed that she was closer to the ice cube, seeming to be examining its size compared to her. It was unbelievable that a small item he could easily hold in his finger and thumb was the same size as her slender, small arm.

When he stepped closer, Clara felt the table shake slightly to his thundering footfalls. Her attention immediately snapped back to Damian as he slowly lowered his hand towards her. She watched as the tiniest scrap of paper towel was pinched between a finger and thumb and slowly dropped into her lap, his hand lingering above her head, its shadow engulfing her petite form. The massive hand quickly retreated to Damian's side. He smiled at her before returning to the fridge, his steps shaking the table as he left. He opened the right side and grabbed some shredded cheese, mushrooms, a small carton of eggs, a stick of butter, and a few Roma tomatoes. Shutting the fridge, he set the ingredients close by the stove. As quietly as he could, he pulled out a pan and turned on the stove burner closest to him, setting the pan right on top. As the pan started to heat up, he reached up to a cabinet above, pulling out a small bowl and setting it next to the carton of eggs. After that, he grabbed a whisk, cutting board, and knife. Using the knife, he cut off a small piece of butter and placed it in the pan, sliding it around to coat it. Clara was so focused on watching her giant boyfriend make breakfast that she almost forgot about the ice he had given her. She carefully wrapped the paper towel around the cube and lay down on her back. Using both hands to pick up the piece, she carefully pressed it against her head, and a sigh of relief escaped her lips. The cold feeling upon her head was making it feel way better. As she relaxed, she couldn't help but turn her attention back to Damian.

He added his whisked eggs to the pan and cut his tomatoes and mushrooms into smaller pieces. She could smell the egg cooking and licked her lips as it smelled amazing. She continued to watch as he added the cheese, tomatoes, and mushrooms to the omelet before folding up part of the egg on top of the ingredients. With the omelet complete, he transferred it from the pan to a plate and brought it to the table. He made sure to be careful as he set it down, rattling the table slightly. He looked over to Clara to see her with the ice still on her head and smiled, noticing her happy expression. He then turned on his heel and returned to the stove to turn it off and start cleaning up his supplies. Clara couldn't help but sit up as he cleaned, removing the ice from her head. She looked over to the plate and gulped, eyeing the massive omelet on top. It was easily four times her size and smelled so delicious that she stood up and approached it. Checking over her shoulder to see Damian still distracted, she approached the food and reached out to tear off a small piece of egg.

"What ya doing?" A loud voice caught her off guard as she snapped her attention back to Damian, who had his arms crossed and an eyebrow raised. Clara started to feel guilty as she quickly took some big steps away from the plate. "Sorry." That was all Clara managed to say as she looked away from the food. Shaking his head, Damian started to approach the table. He sat in one of the chairs, holding a fork and knife in hand, before cutting off a tiny piece of omelet. He grabbed a napkin from the center of the table and laid it down in front of Clara. Then, using his fork, he brought the piece over and placed it on the napkin. "There ya go. Now, we can both dig in at the same time." He chuckled as his fork retreated to his own plate. Clara looked down at her piece of omelet, which was the size of a dinner plate. She slowly reached forward to grab a piece of egg as she held it in her hand. She doubted she could eat this whole thing but appreciated Damian trying to cut her a small piece. She started to nibble on her piece as she focused on the delicious taste of the egg.

Damian couldn't help but stare as he watched Clara eat. With her small hands clutching the tiny piece of egg, she pulled off the piece he gave her. Her small mouth opened to set the piece inside as she ate it. When her hazel eyes started to shift to look at him, he quickly tore his gaze from her. Using his fork, he cut up a piece for himself to eat as he brought the food to his lips. He opened his mouth to eat the piece as he heard a small gasp. His olive green eyes snapped back to Clara to see her face was as white as a ghost. The piece he had cut up was the same size as her, and he effortlessly lifted it up to consume. Clara quickly turned her back to Damian to give him privacy while he ate and also so she wouldn't have to watch. She focused back on her dinner plate-sized piece as she tore off another piece to eat. The two ate in relative silence, though Clara could easily hear him chewing and swallowing. She managed to get through half the piece before throwing the towel in, her belly filling incredibly full. Damian easily devoured his entire omelet as he carefully got up from the table. He collected up his plate, fork, and knife and went to rinse them off in the sink.

As Damian started loading his dishwasher, Clara carefully used the paper towel to wrap up the remaining piece she couldn't finish. She could save it for later when traveling back home to EverShade. Once it was tied up, she examined her clothes and noticed they were a bit dirty, most likely from her falling earlier that morning. She let out a sigh of frustration as she really missed having access to her washer and dryer. Picking up on her sigh, Damian finished loading the dishwasher as he looked at Clara standing on the table. He watched her examine her clothes, and an idea popped into his head. He carefully walked over to the table and crouched closer to Clara's eye level, his chin resting on the tabletop as he watched Clara quickly turn around to face him. "So, Lily. What's it like being a fairy, I mean fae?" He asked with a curious look on his face. Her heart fluttered as he stared at her so intensely.

"Um…it's not so different from how you humans live. We have jobs we go to and schools where the younglings learn. We fall in love, create families, have kids, etc. I guess the only main difference is that we work closer to nature and possess magic." Clara rubbed the back of her neck as she did her best to explain more about her kind to Damian without being too descriptive. "Don't forget that you're also tiny. That's a pretty big difference to gloss over." Damian chuckled as he emphasized the word big, and his reply sent a gentle gust of wind through Clara's hair. This made her cheeks even more red as she looked away from the human. "Thanks for reminding me," Clara muttered quietly enough that Damian wouldn't hear her. She turned her attention back to her pack since she took her off before she started to eat. She slipped it back on as she looked back to Damian, who hadn't moved at all. "Thank you for the ice and the food, but I should really get going."

Damian's smile started to fade when Clara mentioned leaving once again. He knew he promised her that he'd let her go once he checked out her injury, but he didn't want to. He had already lost his girlfriend, and somehow, this little fae named Lily was filling the empty void in his heart. Sure, he could tell she was still scared of him by how she shook slightly every time he was near or spoke to her, but she just made him feel happy. Her little presence in his big world felt right, and he truly didn't want this to fade into a distant memory.

"Ah, right..." Damian sighed softly as he lifted his chin from the tabletop and stood up to his towering height. Looking down at her from this angle, he tugged at his heartstrings as he nervously fidgeted with his hands. "Um, before you go, would you like me to wash your clothes or something? I noticed you were examining them earlier, and when I spooked you, you fell into the dirt."

Clara stood there looking up to meet Damian's gaze as she knew he was stalling. "Typical Damian, not wanting things to end so soon." Clara thought, mentally smiling in her head. As much as her instincts told her to flee, she didn't want this to end. Putting her hands behind her head, she let out a soft sigh herself. "I suppose so. Though, while you're at it, let's throw in a bath, shall we? It would be nice to be fully freshened up." She smiled up to Damian, who returned the gesture with his own toothy grin.  

"Sounds good to me, little Lily." Damian teased with a wink before lowering his hand down to her once again, palm up. Clara couldn't help but roll her eyes as she started to step on the leathery surface of his hand, her hand holding onto his thumb for support. She carefully made her way to the middle as she sat down, crossed her legs, and gave him another thumbs up. "You know, you don't always have to carry that bag around," Damian replied as the nearest fingertip gently brushed across the pack on her back. Clara jumped up to her feet to move away from his touch but ended up losing her footing on his hand, falling over onto her knees. She snapped her head back to glare at Damian, who was holding back a chuckle, his cheeks puffing out a bit. "I can just carry it for you," Damian replied after suppressing the chuckle.

"Thanks, but no thanks. I am more than capable of carrying around my own pack. I'm not totally useless, ya know." Clara sat back on her knees as Damian walked towards the bathroom again, her being held in hand close to his chest. She watched the world somewhat zoom by with every large stride he took and could even hear the thumping of his heart. Once they entered the bathroom again, Damian started to get to work. He knew for sure putting her in the bath would be terrible since it would seem like a lake to her. He used his free hand to plug up the sink and turned the faucet on to let some warm water flow in. With her in hand, he carefully lowered that hand onto the surface of the sink counter. Clara didn't hesitate but quickly got off, stepping down with his thumb. With her safely on the sink, he approached the bathtub/shower and grabbed some supplies. He returned to the sink to carefully set down a sliver of soap and a capful of shampoo and conditioner, which were Clara's.

She tensed up when he set the caps next to her, as they were now knee-level with her small form. Clara watched as Damian moved over to a drawer in the bathroom and pulled out a light pink washcloth. He approached the sink as she sat down and slid off her boots and socks, her pack sitting next to her now. He set the washcloth down next to her sliver of soap as she stood up and undid the belt around her waist. Tearing his gaze from watching Clara, Damian checked the water level. It seemed deep enough, so he turned the faucet to stop the running water. When he looked back at Clara, she was finishing taking off her green tunic and lifting it over her head. Damian gently bit his lower lip as his cheeks turned pink from looking at Clara. She was about to start taking off her pants when she glanced up, and her brown eyes met his green. Her cheeks and ears began to turn extremely red as she grabbed her shirt and covered her back.

"Shit, sorry!" Damian yelled at his normal volume, making Clara flinch back in response. "I should get going. I'll leave the door open a crack so I can hear you. I guess holler if you need any help." With that, he quickly exited the bathroom and left the door open a smidge. He proceeded to his living room couch and crashed onto it, hands buried over his face.

Clara stood on the sink, still a bit shocked by the volume of his voice, as she set her shirt back down. She quickly removed her pants, bra, and underwear and slowly entered the sink. The water immediately started to warm up her tiny form and came up to her chest. She decided to take this moment to lie back and float to enjoy the warmth that was moving across her skin.

"Jeez, I only freaked out about him seeing me undress because of my tattoo. That would've been the biggest giveaway since he was with me when I got it." Clara groaned as she sat up and made her way over to the lip of the sink. She stuck her hand in the shampoo cap and started lathering her hair up, enjoying the wonderful strawberry aroma of her favorite bottle of shampoo. Dunking her hair into the water, she rinsed the shampoo before sticking her hand into her conditioner cap. She started to lather her hair up before grabbing the sliver of soap and scrubbing her body.

Clara felt quite cleansed as she washed away the dirt on her body. As she rinsed the conditioner out of her hair, she thought about the day she got her tattoo. She had just turned 20, and it had been about a month since Damian and her officially dating. She asked him to come with her as she was nervous about this process. It was a tradition back home to get a pair of fairy wings tattooed once a fae turned of age(20), but since she wasn't at home, she wanted to include Damian in the process. He mainly figured she just wanted a tattoo of fairy wings on her back, but to her, it meant coming of age and creating the wings their fae race was never blessed with.

Fifteen minutes had passed, and she was now thoroughly cleaned up as she carefully got out of the sink. She wrapped her body up in the pink washcloth. She chuckled at how big it was on her, almost touching the floor. She probably looked like a burrito at the moment. She looked at her clothes and saw that the bath water was still quite soapy. Since she didn't want Damian to return, she decided to wash her clothes herself. She carefully dipped each item into the water and used her sliver of soap to scrub them down. After five minutes, each item was laid back on the countertop to dry. Damian was watching some TV when he swore he heard a slight noise from the bathroom. He paused the show and listened closely, and then he heard it. A little voice came from the bathroom saying they were done now. He got up off the couch and made his way back. Before he entered, he knocked on the door to indicate he was coming in before he opened it. He looked at the sink counter to see Clara putting her belt back on. She was now wearing a simple, long-sleeve red dress with black leggings and her black boots. Her wet pink hair was pulled into a messy bun to stay out of her face. The washcloth was folded up neatly next to the caps and the sliver of soap.

"Thanks for the bath; I needed that." Clara smiled up at him with her hands on her hips. Damian nodded as he crouched down to get a better look at her. "Heh, you look adorable in that outfit." His green eyes traced her body up and down, taking in her fresh appearance. Her hair, lazily in a messy bun, really reminded him of Clara. The more he thought about it, the more her hazel brown eyes looked the same as hers. Though, he knew that couldn't be right. Clara was a human just like him, not a tiny fairy girl named Lily, right? He pictured the two side by side as the pieces started to fall into place.

"Damian, are you all right?" Clara's voice broke through, tearing him away from his thoughts. While he was comparing the two, his eyes glazed over, making Clara speak up to get his attention. Damian decided to push that observation to the back of his head as he smiled at the tiny woman. "I'm all good, Lily. So, you're all cleaned up now, and your clothes have also been washed. What's next?" He asked the little fae. As the comparison scratched at the back of his head, he tried to ignore it, thinking his eyes were playing a trick on him. "Well, as much as I'd like to go home, I did come here to learn more about humans. I hoped to do it in the shadows, but you just had to spot me," Clara said, not entirely lying. The moment she got control of her power, she fled to the human world to learn more about them.

"So, if you're okay with it, and since you've been quite nice to me, can I stay here with you?" she asked, curious to know his answer. Damian's eyes widened at her question as he didn't think she would want to stay. Her eyes shimmered in such a specific way that it made it clear to him who she was. "Sure." He smiled at her, deciding it would be better not to say anything and see how long she'd keep this ruse on.

I'm sorry this took forever to write! I was getting busy with other things and had less time to just write. Also, I still can't believe this is 3.4K words long!?! I hope you like it and will continue reading; thanks for all your support. Sera out!

[tomatoclown]

showed my therapist a picture of me in a Halloween party and she went “oh and what are you dressed as?” and I said “ice pick joe from goncharov :)” to WHICH SHE REPLIED “yeah of course you are” 😭😭😭

[teriuss]

hello, i love ur writing so muchh! do u mind if i request about buster bros with reader that easily flustered? thank you!

thank you, love! that sounds so cute 🥺🥺🩵

Buster Bros!!! x Easily Flustered Reader

cw: slightly suggestive in jiro's part

Ichiro

It's what attracted him to you. He loved how easy it was to turn you red from something as simple as him running his hand through your hair.

Calls you Anpan-chan when you blush, because of how red your cheeks and nose get. (damn otaku)

He loves PDA, but understands it can sometimes be difficult with how embarrassing it is for you. That won't stop him from innocently holding your hand to make you trip over yourself hehe.

He writes music for you. It's always so sappy and cute, it makes you turn into a puddle of emotions.

The time he was as flustered as you was your first kiss. He took you on a date to a small cafe, one that had your favourite pastries. He had called beforehand to ask the staff to draw a heart on your food, and when it was brought out, Ichiro was covering half his face in embarrassment. You sat there in awe, not knowing what to do but stare at him. Your face felt so hot and no words could form.

"I, um, wanted to take you out today to tell you that I love you..."

He reaches over and kisses you softly. You're quietly screaming in the kiss, it was so cute, so romantic. But everyone who was in the cafe was watching!! It felt like a cloud of steam was about to come out of you. You pulled away to see he was the same.

Jiro

Does anything and everything to embarrass you.

Hand holding, sneaky kisses, laying an arm around you. All in public, by the way. You punched him when he brought you home.

"Haha, but you're so cute when you're shy..!"

He's very romantic in private, much to your torture. He kisses the knuckles on your hands with a tenderness you can tell he only reserves for you.

When this happens, it's so hard to look him in the eye. It's almost unbelievable that someone from Buster Bros! holds so much love in his heart for you! You hide your face in your hands.

He's still holding your hands, though. He's able to easily move them away and plant a sweet kiss on your face.

One time, you walked in on him watching an ero anime. You couldn't look him in the eye for days. What is up with that!

He ended up doing things to make you unable to talk to him without stuttering.

Saburo

Oh you think you're easily flustered? Check this out.

Who confessed first? Probably you.

You two barely spoke, so when you left a letter asking to meet after school in his desk, he had no idea it was going to be you.

The confession was an absolute disaster. No one could look each other in the eyes, someone tripped. Lots of uh's and um's. But it was perfect anyways. He accepted.

You two text more than you call, which works for both of you. Everything is new and embarrassing.

The first time he held your hand was when he walked you home for the first time. Your hand was sweaty, his was cold. So, so gross. But it was magical.

He began to hold your hand more often, which had your face a tomato the whole time. You so badly wanted to kiss him, but you were so flustered just having his hand touch yours. What would happen if his lips did? You might die!

Well, you didn't die. It was awkward, though. Your first kiss had too much teeth. But it was so you. You both were identical in redness and stammering madly.

[futurewriter2000]

Nothing but Stares and Glances - pt. 2 - final part

A/N: Just as promised. I had to write it in MS Word because I can constantly save it. My computer loves to die on me and I lose everything I write or do for school. Happened like twice in the past week. I kinda went a bit smutty here but I didn't go t far because I don't know... I usually do angst but hehe, I'm on my period so please understand.

XX

It was an odd night tonight. It wasn't because of the cold weather or the simplicty of the darkness that followed but because fort he first time in all your years of Hogwarts, you had a normal conversation with Fred Weasley, the boy who made your cheeks red just by glancing at you. You didn't even bother to think that you were talking to him as the two of you made your way to the kitchen, you just listened to him, replied with a smile, a laugh or a sentence. It felt as if there was nobody around, the two of you could be yourself without having any pressure or insecurity of your feelings being seen by anybody.

Because that was your fear, an odd one at that; that somebody would obviously see that you were so desperately in love with the famous red-head that roamed the halls of Hogwarts, making everybody turn their heads when he walked by. It wasn't anything but him being himself. His identity and character being the sole reason why he is liked by many. You haven't even noticed how fast your heart was beating beside him, nor the way you haven't felt a single breeze your way to the cousine. His presence was simply that much strong and intense.

One minute you're looking at him from a lower point of view, staring up at him with adoration, the next you are sitting beside him in the kitchen eating raisins covered in chocolate with him.

»It's not disgusting.« you laughed, arguing. »Raisins, yes, obviously disgusting. Chocolate raisins-.« you smiled as you took a bite of another and closed your eyes, humming to the sweetness of the taste. »Delicious.« you opened your eyes to see him grimace.

»That's unbelievable. It's like saying you hate tomatoes but like ketchup.« he looked at you.

»If you hate tomatoes, you torture them quite enough until they turn into ketchup. So you let them know you have won.« you laughed and he couldn't keep a straight face as you did.

»I hate how that makes sense.« he crossed his arms over his chest and turned away, grinning.

»C'mon.« you said, offering him the ba gof raisin. »Have a taste.«

He eyes the bag. »No.«

»Come on. It won't bite you.��

»It might as well.«

»Stop being a big baby and take it.«

»Joke's on you, because I am a big baby.« he scrunched his nose and you laughed, throwing  a raisin at him and he laughed as well, looking away, then looking back at you.

Then there it was. That look. The one he always gives you. The look you never know what it means, except that it lights your soul on fire and causes you an apetite loss. You stopped eating the grapes and put them away, just as your eyes from his. Your cheeks inflamed themselves with redness and you felt embarrassed by them.

»We should go.« you tried not to look at him because even if you only took a glance, you could feel him staring at you with those muddy brown eyes of his.

»I don't think we should.« he replied and you looked at him by now, longer and firmer. He gave you a small, adoring smile before continuing. »It's not every day I get a chance to speak with you.«

You furrowed your eyebrows because one part of your brain went one way and another part the opposite direction. »Well, you've got your people and I got mine. It's not like it's universally possible for those two people to mix.« you replied.

»What do you mean?« he laughed, confused as well.

You stared at him for a while, thinking he knows exactly what you mean but as more as you looked into those eyes, the more you understood that he didn't have a clue. So after a long pause, you replied. »You're Fred Weasley. Everybody in school knows who you are. You make a loud boom or a bang, heads turn, smiles drop, laughter echoes. Your friends are either Quidditch players or friends with the famous Harry Potter. You go on adventures that rumor around the school and I'm-.« you stopped and looked at him, finding his smile disappear and watching you intensely.

»You're what?« he asked, almost angry but angry for what?

»I'm that girl that sits quiet in class and listens. The one with the notes and the homework everybody copies of. The reliable Ravenclaw with reliable, good influential friends. I don't go on adventures, I go to the library or for a walk around the lake. I like nature and get inspired by the rain. Nobody knows who I am. I don't make heads turn when I walk into a room. Nobody thinks of me when there is a party or anything fun really. I'm not Marlene.« you let the last one slip from your tongue, not knowing you said it out loud as if the word Marlene was a quality not a name.

He was watching you in silence for a while. It was as if he wanted to build the tension so loud it would break without saying any other word. By now you realised you were saying too much. He could tell all of this to his friends. To be frank with yourself, you don't even know who he is. He could have followed you here as a joke, as a dare, as anything but were you ever that relevant to be anything. You didn't know whether you should speak or run away, maybe even drop into the ground. The silence was so loud by now that you could hear him breathing and feel your heart beat slow but strong in your chest.

»I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said any of that.« you broke the silence first and it was as if you broke him out of a thought process, which you did.

»Do you really think like that?« he asked, furrowing his eyebrows. »Think like there are two sides of the world that cannot work together?«

»That's the law of the universe. There has to be good, for bad to exist and the other way around.« you tried to lighten the mood but it was as you pulled a trigger in him that made him unrecognisable to your eyes.

Did you break him?

»It's silly. C'mon, let's go.« you smiled and got off your chair. You wanted ot end this awkward interaction before it progressed but just as you stepped in front of his chair, he stood up in front of you, blocking your way out and placing his arm on the table. He leaned on it, towering above you and looking down on your sweet, innocent eyes.

You had no idea what was happening but it became hotter. You felt your mouth go dry as soon as you looked up at his eyes that seemed to observe you, serious and seducing. He licked his lips and as he took a step forward, you took a step back. As you did so, his hand placed itself on your lower back and pushed you back to him so your breasts were already touching his torso. You didn't know, you didn't think, all you knew was that your hand placed itself on his strong hip and your fingers cramped up into a tight grip of his shirt.

He had no perfume but he smelled good. He smelled like a man, the smell that would usually disgust you but at this point, his own natural smell made your hips press themselves onto his. It was such a natural movement, it made you feel that somebody else was controling your body… and it was. He was controling it- somehow, some way. Just as your hips touched his, he closed his eyes and let out a low hum. You could feel his arm strain itself. He grew stiff and he knew that at that moment, he couldn't control his body either. It was as if the two of you were playing with each other, unwillingly, unconsciously. You felt something hard against your thighs and by knowing what it was, you pushed him as close as possible and without a word, he took that as a sign to kiss you fiercely on the lips.

It was your first kiss and you had no idea how it went. You didn't expect his tongue to sli pinto your mouth but it did and somehow, you knew exactly what you needed to do. You kissed him back and as you did so, you felt the urge to bring him closer and closer to you. He did the same but as his height seemed to bother him, he lifted you and sat you on the table, grunting as the two of you pressed your hips together, to feel each other down where it was the hottest. For a moment, he pulled away and gasped but as soon as he did that, you took him pulled him back where you knew he belonged.

You have never done anything like this. You've never even held hands with a boy but as much as you thought about these intimate things in the past, there was only one thing in your mind. »I want you closer.« you seemed to whisper and with that he pulled away. He looked at you, gasping for air and smiling.

»Oh, God. You're so beautiful.« he said as he took a chance to look at you again, holding his hand on your cheek, then kissing it repeatedly. He kissed it, then kissed your neck and took a small bit, which made you release a sound you never knew you could. Everything moved so fast that the next thing you knew, your sweater was on the ground and his hands were on your bare breasts.

By now your mind was filled with thoughts again. Thoughts that faught another strong power in your body that you had no idea where it came from. You were just about to speak, when his lips pressed themselves on your breasts and you let a sound much louder than before. Euphoric feeling went over your body and you put your hand over your mouth. He looked up and grinned before moving lower.

Oh, now you knew what he was about to do and you didn't know what to do. You didn't know if you should- but everything seemed to be moving so fast and you were enjoying every minute of it. You couldn't decide whether to stop it or to just let it play out.

Before you could come to the decision, he stood back up and pushed you off the table. He was smiling as he kissed you on the lips again, making your thoughts scramble away from your head as if you had no memory of anything in your life anymore. He pressed his hand between your dressed thighs and touched you with his fingers down below. He pulled away. »I wanted you. I always wanted you.« he whispered and you looked up as he pulled his hand back up and under your underwear. They were cold, so darn cold but as soon as you felt them on your heated area, you lost your breath and gasped, leaning back.

»Shit- stop.« you said and he stopped.

»You want me to stop.«

»No- don't stop.« you threw your head forward and pushed his hand back to where it was. He smiled and kissed you and you kissed him back, spreading your legs a bit wider and pulling him close.

»No, I think you're right. I think we should stop.« he took a step back and ran his hand through his hair, meanwhile you were there, shocked, confused, naked. »Shit.« he murmered and you quickly took your sweater back nad threw it back on you, feeling heartbeats everywhere.

You opened your mouth to say something but before you could, he turned around and walked back to you.

»I'm sorry- you wanted me to finish and I just-.«

»What?« you asked confused. To be honest, you had no idea about any of the things that just happened, never-the-less, what he was about to finish or not.

»I like you. I do. I had fancied you for such a long time.« he started to ramble. It was as if he had a hig dose of drugs, he didn't know how to calm himself down. »You were just speaking some nonesense about how we wouldn't work and I got angry and suddenly you were close and I didn't want you to get away and then the next thing I knew I was kissing you and I should have just kissed you but I want you so badly, I had always wanted you so badly and I had you and I didn't know if you wanted to run away from me and if what if that was all you wanted but my mom raised me to be a gentleman and I want to be a gentleman but at the same time I want you and you are- wow- you're such an amazing kissed and the next thing I knew I was taking off your clothes and you don't deserve to be treated like that- for me to just rip off your clothes but when I did and saw- well, you and you being well- wow and God, you're so soft like silk and so gorgeous- I know! I KNOW! I should at least take you on a date first instead of-.«

»Fred…« you said but he kept on rambling. It was actually quite funny to see him so nervous fort he first time that he made you laugh.

»… and that two different worlds just got to me and I didn't know how else to approach you because I feel like you don't even notice me as-.«

»Fred.« you spoke gently again, taking a hold of his hand and making him shut up.

»You see. That. That makes me nervous as hell.« he said as he was staring at your hands.

You let out a laugh. »You really fancied me all this time?« you asked and it was his turn to turn red as well.

»I thought it was obvious.«

»I though I was the one that was obvious?«

»Obvious of what?« he furrowed his eyebrows.

»Of fancying you.«

He was quiet for a while. »You-.« he pointed at you. »You never- you always ignored me.«

»You always flirted with every female organism on this earth except me.« you argued back.

The two of you stood silent for a while, grasping the truth and processing it in your head. Then you both laughed and he pulled you in for a hug. You embraced him and felt as if you had known him your entire life. As if you had just met an old friend, an old lover that you had loved in all your past lives. Why it felt so natural, so warm and safe with him. All of that seemed to be answered for you in that one hug.

»I've always wanted you.« he whispered, kissing your head and causing you to smile.

»I've always wanted you too.«

[notsocheezy]

Brain Curd #133

Brain Curds are lightly edited flash fiction - practically first drafts - posted daily (haven't missed one yet!) and sometimes written with the express intention of being terrible… but, you know, in an endearing way. Please like and reblog if you enjoy - the notes keep me going!

“Alright candidates, your next challenge is an oldie but a goodie. The situation is this: ‘West Dakota’ has seceded from the Union and you must find some way to bring them back. President Trump, your handicaps from the previous rounds are still in effect.”

Trump stood at his podium wearing a kennel cone on his neck, his left hand tied behind his back. “This is an unbelievable humiliation, folks.”

“And the same is true for you, too, President Biden.”

Joe had a very long dowel attached to a hard hat strapped to his head, precariously balanced on top of which was a bowl of Corn Pops - with milk. “I can take it, Jack. Bring on the fire.”

The host, whose name was not ‘Jack’, but rather Alton Brown, clapped his hands. “Your time starts… now!”

Trump limped to his replica of the Oval Office, trying not to think about the rock in his shoe, and sat at the desk. He immediately picked up the phone. “Get me the governor of West Dakota!”

Biden sat at his own replica - slowly so as not to spill the cereal - and hit the intercom button. “Jill, can you send in my diplomatic advisors?”

“What do you mean he’s not picking up?” Trump fumed. “No, no, that’s an excuse! You’re fired!”

Biden and his advisors discussed options quietly. As a reflex, he nodded at what one of them said, which of course spilled milk on the desk. As per the rules, he had to clean it up before continuing, so Kamala brought him a roll of paper towels.

“Hand it to the other guy then! What do you mean there is no other guy?” Trump looked over at Biden’s Oval Office and saw that they were making progress. He growled and got up from his chair, stumbling around looking for something. “Aha! Take that, Sleepy Joe! I found a sabotage chip!”

Alton addressed the camera. “I will take this opportunity to remind the American people that a sabotage chip can be redeemed for a surprise inconvenience to inflict on his opponent.”

“Host man! Host man! Mr. host man!” Trump waved the chip around in the air. “I want Joe to have to do a crossword puzzle!”

Alton took the chip from Trump’s greasy hand. “Pleasure making a deal with you, sir. President Biden, before you continue, you must complete today’s New York Times crossword.”

A production assistant placed the newspaper and a pencil in front of the octogenarian.

“Oh, hell. I can barely read this…”

“Ha! Take that, grandpa!” Trump said moments before throwing out his back and yelping as he fell to the floor.

Biden put on his reading glasses. “What in God’s name is a six letter word for tomato?”

Alton made an aside to the audience as he washed his hands. “This is actually not the New York Times crossword, but rather a prank puzzle cooked up by our writers. Some questions are so easy, they’re hard not to overthink.”

Trump crawled back into his chair and picked the phone back up. “I want to talk to my war guys. The war guys! You know what I mean! They’re genius at war - those guys! Almost as smart as me. Get them on the phone!”

Biden chewed on the eraser end of his pencil as he looked over all the clues. His head tilted forward a bit and the bowl spilled more milk.

Trump pulled a sheet of paper from his desk and began reading the numbers from it to the person at the other end of the phone. “I’m in charge so don’t argue with me, okay? Okay. What? I can’t hear so good from this ear after a few weeks ago…”

“Candidates, you have two minutes remaining on the clock.”

Trump smirked and leaned back in his chair. “I’m done!”

Alton looked at him, puzzled. “But you haven’t even talked to the governor yet.”

“I think he’ll get the message.”

An emergency alert siren played over the studio intercom. “This is not a test. Nuclear arms have been deployed against territory of the United States.”

“What?!?” Alton shook the PA. “Is that real?!?”

“I don’t think that’s one of our recordings…”

“How was he able to do that? He’s not even President right now!”

Trump wore a shit-eating grin. “I’m just that good, Mr. host man.”

Biden was deep in thought. “Tomato… tomato…”

Alton thought of how he might never see his family again. A deep wave of sadness, anger, and confusion crashed over him, eroding everything away but his TV persona. He turned to the camera.

“This has been the first ever - and I suppose, last ever - Cutthroat Debate Stage. Thank you for tuning in. So long, America.”

The feed went black.

Thanks to @charlesoberonn for the, uh, "prompt," and shout-out to @wilty-lettuce-brain for encouraging me.

[luckystar2025]

Konata: "Okay, real talk—if you could get the Severance procedure, would you do it?"

Kagami: "What’s Severance?"

Konata: "It’s this TV show where people can split their consciousness—one part only exists at work, the other part lives your home life. Total separation. Work-you doesn’t know real-you, real-you doesn’t know work-you."

Kagami: "So… you basically turn yourself into two people?"

Konata: "Yup. Your innie does all the boring stuff while you get to live your best life as the outie. It’s genius."

Tsukasa: "But… wouldn’t work-you be sad? Like, they never get to leave."

Konata: "Eh, it’s not like she’d know what she’s missing. Plus, if she’s just sitting at a desk, that’s, like, NPC behavior."

Kagami: "You’re talking about yourself like you’re an expendable side character."

Konata: "I’m optimizing my life, Kagamin. Besides, work-me probably thrives in an office—imagine how efficient I’d be without any pesky thoughts about getting home early to play games."

Miyuki: "I feel like that raises serious ethical concerns… You’d essentially be creating a version of yourself doomed to endless labor."

Konata: "She can unionize if it’s that bad."

Kagami: "You’re unbelievable."

Tsukasa (frowning): "But… if work-you never leaves, wouldn’t she get curious about the outside world?"

Konata: "Nah, she wouldn’t even know it exists. It’s like a goldfish in a bowl—blissfully unaware."

Miyuki (concerned): "But isn’t there value in understanding the full experience of life?"

Konata: "Pfft, full experience of life? I’d rather binge anime and sleep in. Work-me can handle the TPS reports."

Kagami: "You don't get to sleep in, you still need to go to your workplace...Anyway, I wouldn’t do it. It’s creepy. Plus, if work-me got angry enough, she’d probably try to fight back."

Konata: "Ooh, workplace rebellion! That’s season two material right there."

Kagami: "Stop spoiling it!"

Tsukasa (shuddering): "I’d be too scared to split myself… What if my innie didn’t like me?"

Konata: "Impossible. You’re, like, 90% cinnamon roll. But if your work-self made friends, you could have two social lives. Double the friendship!"

Miyuki: "I still think it’s morally questionable."

Konata (grinning): "Morally questionable, but practically genius. Work smarter, not harder."

Kagami: "You mean ‘exploit yourself,’ not ‘smarter.’"

Konata: "Tomato, potato. My outie-self would be thriving."

[ijustreallylikepirates]

DCASE15!!

-uh Ally… wtf are you doing girl

-“I can’t believe I’ve spent a month literally touching grass” LOLL

-bruh see this is why I can’t ship Alec and Riya

-Alec didn’t really want to kiss her then and she just did it to hurt Connor’s feelings

-this is why Connor needs Alec

-I actually feel so bad for Grett she doesn’t deserve any of this at all

-CONNOR YOUR NECK WHYD IT MOVE LIKE THAT LOLLL

-WHY DID AIDEN AND JAKE COME UP FROM THE WATER LIKE THAT LMAO

-BRUH JAKE SLAPPING CONNOR LMAOO

-JAKE FALLING FROM THE FUCKING TREE IM GONE

-THE MUSIC AS CONNOR WAS CLIMBING THE TREE

-“did somebody order a cheeseburger with a side of… totem?” BRUH LOL

-CONNOR IS SO CRINGE HOW OLD CAN HE GET

-AW TREVOR AND EMILY TALKING I LOVE THEIR FRIENDSHIP

-EVIL TREVOR???

-TREVOR WINKING AT DEREK I LOVE YAOI

-DEREK STUMBLING AROUND LMAOO

-Alec’s hair in the helmet 🫣

-GRETT YOU SAID TOMATO WRONG

-TO

-MAY

-TOE

-GOT IT???

-“of course I love my son 😡” *flashes to red* LMAOOO

-WHY TF DID ALEC FALL LIKE THAT LMAO

-Connor you know damn well you too old for this challenge

-ooh Ally vs. Jake showdown this could be interesting

-Jake and Aiden friendship goes so hard

-I thought Jake was going to get voted out before I started the episode guess I was really wrong

-ALLY VILLAIN???

-PLEASE???

-ALECONNOR INTERACTION YEAHHH

-what because of your unbelievable rizz 🙄✋” LMAOOO

-I actually feel so bad for Alec

-I hate Riya so bad I can’t stand her

-I hope Riya’s out she’s causing so much god damn drama

-THE WAY RIYA DRAGGED ALEC LOLL

-YEAH GRETT YOU GO GIRL

-PLEASE RIYA GET OUT

-WHAT AIDEN???

-NO BRING HIM BACK NOW

-HIM AND JAKE WERE FINALLY STARTING TO GET ALONG

-YEAH ALLY VILLAIN

-why they waving so high up like that looking like NPCs fr

-Grett be your own person pls don’t listen to others I love you too much

-LOL THE WAY SHE FLIPPED OFF THE FUCKING TREE

ALECONNOR CANON PLEASE I BEG OF YOU ODD NATION CARTOONS

I WANT RIYA GONE FORGET WHAT I SAID ABOUT CONNALERIYA

ALEC HAS THIS WIN BAGGED GUYS HE GOT THIS LETS GO