#ur testing the limits of ur body to hard lately.

[war-cat770]

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@markiplier can you stop hurting urself.

For.

FIVE MINUTES.

[rcksmith]

Rules — Kaz Brekker

Requests: “Your works is incredibly good, masterpiece. Can you please smut with Kaz Brekker and prompts 34, 37, 47? Using your rules, they are wonderful. I will really wait))”

“could u do #39 with kaz???ignore if ur not comfortable with this!!”

“Hello, just binge read your kaz brekker smuts and they are amazing! Was wondering if you could do something with smut prompts 34,84,&72?”

Smut prompts:

34. “You’d better watch your fucking mouth.”

37. “I’m so sick of your voice. Why don’t you come over here and put your mouth to better use?”

“39. “You keep acting like a little brat and I’ll take you over my knee right here, I don’t care how many people are watching.”

47. “You look so good on your knees like that.”

72. “Fuck you.” 1. “I’m up for it if you are.”

84. “Let me show you what happens to little brats who don’t follow the rules.”

Couple: Kaz Brekker/ Fem!Reader

Warnings: swearing, NSFW,explicit heavy smut, dirty talk, dom!Kaz.

Word count: 2k.

A/N: All smut requests for Kaz must follow these rules.

Thank you so much for the requests and for all affection 💖 I decided to compile these requests, since they were the same central plot. I added all the elements that were asked for individually, and made sure that all ideas were respected and written down. I hope you like it and good reading.

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are closed. Love you❤️

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There were two types of people in the world. The dangerous ones, with whom shouldn't play or challenge, people who are able to see and set your soul on fire with a single look, who exude power and domination with the way they walk. And there were people who loved to play with danger, with fire. People who felt the adrenaline pump in their veins and loved the feeling of being messing with something forbidden. Overcoming limits, challenging people on power.

Kaz Brekker was the first type of person. And you were second.

He was intimidating, dark and dangerous. An aura of mystery adored him like an underworld selvedge, and his caustic and intense gaze could very well be bought from what Lucifer cast around the world after The Fall. It was amazing how he hadn't left a trail of rubble where that gaze passed. People feared him, obeyed him, responded to his orders with astonishing precision. Everyone, but not you.

The surest comparison to define you would be to buy Jesper. Both with social personality, adrenaline addiction and seduction in their eyes. But you were a little more than that. More impulsive, more reckless, and more provocative. While Jesper knew all too well when to step back and keep your mouth shut, you refused to bow to Dirty Hands. Not because it was proud, but because it was fun, thought-provoking. Addictive. Every cell in your body felt extremely alive when you are under Kaz Brekker's dominant, angry, and dangerous gaze. He giving you a clear warning that you were swimming in turbulent water, but you were just plunging deeper into his waves.

You wanted to push him to the edge, the exasperation, to see what was really underneath that cold face and serious. Kaz could very well be the boss of the famous gang you were part of, but his rank wasn't enough to stop you. Never would be.

"Frankly, I just don't care." You told Jesper and Nina in one night, downing a shot of vodka.

"What?!" She looked at you dumbfounded. "Kaz is your boss and you argued with him about his plan!"

Nina looked alarmed, but all you felt was adrenaline and pleasure.

“Because it was a nonsense plan and…”

“What nonsense plan?”

And there was Kaz. With his height and his black underworld clothes, with his Lucifer gaze and mouth made for sin. You wanted him to sin. But you wanted l him sin with you.

Jesper and Nina soon stuttered trying to make up an excuse, but you weren't given to lies.

“Yours, in this morning.” Jesper looked like he wanted to stick his head in the dirt after your comment.

Then, once again, that fervent gaze was upon you, and every pulse in your body frantically pumped blood through your veins.

“Don't think I didn't notice your inability to follow rules, Y/n.” It was a warning.

“Oh I don't have a problem following rules “You rested your chin in your palm, with your elbow on the table, and held his fervent gaze, “,but only when they make sense. So that's the only way I can be very obedient, Sir.”

You heard Nina gasp, but your eyes didn't leave Kaz's. There was much more to that look than met the world could see. There was war for control, battles and ferocity. Kaz Brekker wanted to break you in half in that eye contact, but you wouldn't budge because a look. If he wanted you on your knees, you would be very happy to do it, but it would have to be the right way.

Kaz leaned toward you, closer enough for no one else to hear what he was going to say but far enough away that his mouth wouldn't touch your ear.

"You keep acting like a little brat and I'll take you over my knee right here, I don't care how many people are watching."

After that, the sexual tension between the two of you was suffocating, so thick it could have been cut with a knife. But nobody did anything to placate it, and you two just let it get bigger. Bigger and bigger. Until it's too late.

And in one night, it was too late.

"I won't do this just because you want to!" You crossed your arms over your chest.

Kaz wanted you to kidnap one of a mobster's kids to act as security when making a deal, but you wasn't going to kidnap anyone.

“You work for me.”

“No, I work with you.” It was a lie, but you didn't budge. “Don't think I'm here for lack of choice, Brekker. You need me as a vital member of this team and don't forget we're on an equal footing.”

His blue eyes turned almost black. Kaz Brekker rose from his office desk.

“Do you really think you're going to tell me how to act? Think you're gonna boss me around? Well, I don't think so.” His speech was slow and hot and dangerous, like that of a hunter prowling his prey and contemplating how pathetic you attempts to fight were.

“I don't give a damn what you think.” Your whole body was throbbing with life in that moment, as if fireworks had exploded in your chest. “But I won't do what you're ordering.”

"Fuck you." His voice was a growl.

A spot between your legs vibrated, and you gripped the taunt tightly. "I'm up for it if you are."

That seemed to be the pinnacle. The air crackled, the world shuddered, and Kaz's eyes roared with the flames of hell. He walked towards your with three long, purposeful strides, grabbed your chin in his gloved hand and brought you close to his mouth like you were just a rag doll.

Your breath burned in lungs, your unrestrained heart grew stronger and your entire body shivered. A low moan caught in your throat, but you could feel the warm, pulsing liquid stain your panties.

"You’d better watch your fucking mouth." Kaz's voice was husky, strong and gruff, like a boss. Your boss.

Pleasure invaded your body like waves of electricity, stealing your breath and making your blood burn in veins like scalding lava. Your whole body vibrated, screamed, begged. You wanted to disobey and be dominated. You wanted to fight and be defeated. You wanted to play rebellious and be demoted to a good girl.

And your desires must have been very explicit and pleading in your eyes, because Kaz let his lips curve into a cocky, smug smile. The smile of someone who knows he has power.

"You are such a hypocrite." He brought his body close to your. "Saying you're not easily obedient, likes others to think you're provocative and rebellious, but you're just a needy kid wanting my attention."

You moaned this time. A broken and delivered sound that gave away your entire game.

"I'm not one of the men you can challenge and get along with."

"I didn't think you was." You tried to rescue the last spark of provocation, your last fire of insolence.

“And yet you test me. Because you know what I can do with you.”

His husky words hit your skin, and Kaz pulled your chin more closer, until your lips were able to swallow his words. “Because you know I can break you.”

The moan came loud this time, desperate and needy. Kaz hadn't even touched you properly and you already felt ready to combust.

“Y-yes.” But if you were desperate, Kaz was burning with dangerous fury.

“I'm so sick of your voice. Why don’t you come over here and put your mouth to better use?”

Then his hand slipped from your jaw and stuck to the silky hairs on the back of your neck, closing his fingers there and bringing you with him to the armchair Kaz had been sitting in seconds ago.

They weren't sweet, affectionate, or kind touches, but that wasn't what you were looking for. You wanted roughness, fury, raw and strength. You wanted something wild, wanted had marks on your body the other day to tell a story. You weren't a woman who settled for the basics and wanted someone able to show you what a real fuck was. You wanted to be broken. And Kaz Brekker could give you that.

He sat down in the leather armchair and pulled you to the floor, settling you on your knees on the floor between his long, masculine legs. The awareness of what was to come filled your mouth with water, with desire, with lust, and you found yourself already leaning your mouth closer and... Kaz pulled your hair back, not hard, but firmly, keeping you away from his dick. For a while.

“Are you so eager to get my dick yet?” His free hand, now ungloved, glided to your face, running his thumb across your cheek in a firm, possessive touch. “Of course you are. Greedy slut."

Then came a slap. It wasn't aggressive, but you could feel the heat on your cheek. Your panties have never been so wet as they are now.

“S-Sir f-fuck.”

It was a plea, a whimper or a moan, you didn't know anymore. All you could feel was your pussy throbbing, mouth salivating and the overwhelming desire to put his cock in your mouth. It all hit you so hard that you wanted to cry with the wait.

Kaz lowered his mouth to your, slamming their lips together in a rough, brutal, dictating kiss. He invaded with his tongue and conquered everything you had, rubbing the hot flesh of your tongue in an erotic, maddening dance.

"Let me show you what happens to little brats who don't follow the rules." It was his sentence after back away his lips from your.

Unbuttoning his black pants with one hand and pulling the waistband down along with the boxers, he released the throbbing cock that sprang out with glory and grandeur. Thick, streaked with veins and with a pink head swollen and leaking with pre-cum. Everything about Kaz Brekker was delicious. Your moan at the sight was an opportunity that wasn't passed up. Kaz pulled your head by the back of your neck toward his dick, sinking into the velvety, warm, wet cavity of your mouth.

You accepted it readily, almost in desperation, tasting its taste with his tongue and sucking on his head like your favorite lollipop. Kaz moaned loudly, letting his head fall back and loosening his grip on your hair. Your eyes lifted to him, and the sight made you clench your thighs to ease the arousal.

His broad chest covered by the black button-down shirt rose and fell faster, his smooth white neck was exposed, and his firm jaw was clenched with fury. Brekker looked like the god of the underworld. And you loved it.

Your mouth suck to his cock better, increasing the back and forth movements and leaving a trail of hot sage. One hand rested on Kaz's thigh while the other aided the movements, spreading all the saliva down the length of his cock.

“You look so good on your knees like that.” His voice was more of a growl, and his grip on your hair went back to being firm.

You brought your eyes up to his once more, batting your lashes gracefully as you let out a few broken moans, sliding your tongue across every inch of his warm skin you could reach. Kaz gritted his teeth with your puppy dog ​​eyes. Losing all control and letting out a loud growl mixed with an aggressive curse, he thrust your head at him, sinking his entire dick into your hot mouth and hitting the glans at the beginning of your throat.

You gasped and he moaned loudly, increasing the back and forth and building with the movements of his own hips, fucking your mouth like it was the most delicious thing in the world.

"Fucking hell, what a velvet mouth!" He locked his teeth into his lower lip, using his free hand to slide his thumb across your cheek and give you a reward in the form of a small caress. "That's right, good girl."

You moaned, squinting your eyes and relaxing your throat. His compliment has done wonders for your feminine ego and your vanity, you've sunk your mouth down to touch the tip of your nose to his pelvis, and the grip on your hair has become rough as Kaz moaned loudly in a session of swearing and gasping.

He held you in that position, his whole body shaking with pleasure and despair, blood pumping like boiling lava through his saturated veins. With one last moan mixed with growl, he cum in your throat. In hot, strong jets, making sure you take every last drop. He tasted like salt, man and lust. And it was a miracle you didn't cum right away. The best liquid you've ever had.

Kaz released your hair with a hot gasp, and the hand on your cheek gently pulled you back. His dick came out of your mouth with a 'pop', saliva and tears mingled in your chin, your lips swollen and as red as roses at their apex.

You've never been so fucking delicious as you are now.

Brekker pulled you into his lap, settling you on his thigh and locking their mouths in a kiss permeated with lust and desire. You whimpered, body sensitive, pussy throbbing and throbbing. Your hands went to his hair as Brekker pulled the hem of your skirt up.

"Now, you're going to keep showing me how much you regret being insolent."

You smiled with teasing and malice. The night was just beginning.

[misora-msby]

embarrassing moments with inarizaki

inarizaki always looks so cool but you know they’re actually dorks and i am here to provide you the content to show theyre clowns. enjoy the headcanons :)

Kita Shinsuke

firstly. kita shinsuke being embarrased? making a mistake? unheard of.

he’s a perfect man and we all know it.

anyways

you two were having a nice dinner out together. 

it was a pretty fancy place so you decided to dress in a different style today

but you were beginning to wonder if kita liked it or not because he seemed to keep looking past your shoulder instead of at you

he was an observant guy so you were wondering if something had happened behind you

but you couldn’t hear anything weird so you assumed not

you decided to just stay quiet about it at first but now it was beginning to become annoying! 

why wasn’t he looking you in the eye to speak?

midway through your dinner, kita finally spoke up tho

“y/n, your shirt is slipping... yer bra’s showing.”

oh.

right. you were wearing your off-shoulder top.

“o-oh. shin, it’s that kind of shirt, you know?” you had to explain your outfit to ur bf with a pink face.

“oh... that so... well it’s cold these days so if yer feelin’ cold lemme know. i’ll give ya my jacket.”

GOD HES SO PERFECT KITA SHINSUKE I HOPE U MARRY HIM???????

Ojiro Aran

another man with next to no flaws.

but nature says everyone has to make some mistake.

so it was a regular school day, our aran has just come to class from morning practice and there’s still some time left until class starts.

all the girls in class are gathered around a table

he’s not sure why, it’s probably watching an idol video

but ur man wants to be a little romantic!!

plus he just showered so he smells Great uwu

he goes over and hugs you from behind, placing his chin on ur head.

“hey, bb whatcha ya doin”

all the girls gasp.

he doesn’t get whats wrong, it’s not like it’s a secret y’all are dating

pda to this level aint bad either

especially compared to his teammate miya atsumu

“ojiro aran.”

why is your voice behind him

he looks down and nearly faints when he sees he hugged the wrong girl.

to be fair she looked a lot like you from behind, just maybe 1cm shorter.

“i’m so sorry!” he keeps apologising to literally everyone and all the class is giggling bc they never seen their school’s ace so red before.

“didn’t think i’d come back from the toilet and see my bf cheatin”

“IT WAS A MISTAKE! I’M SERIOUS! Y/N U KNOW I LOVE YA!” 

hes so funny i swear

the volleyball team hears of it and it gets even better 

Miya Atsumu

it’s not a secret that miya atsumu, setter of the inarizaki volleyball team and invited to national youth training camp, had a gf

he was very much in love with u 

the whole class knew it because he’d show it off whenever he could too

so here comes valentines day

last year he received like... 50 different gifts from girls and guys aiming to win his love.

you didnt even give him one lmAOOOOO 

but this year, he had been not so subtly trying to hint that “i better not receive any chocolates this year when i’ve got a gf!”

he reaches school and plops into his seat.

there’s an anonymous box of chocolates with “please accept my love, miya-kun! <3″ on it

“the hell’s this?!”

“oh? chocolates?” - osamu who just popped his head into the class to shove into his twin’s face how much chocolate he got.

especially since the blond was off limits, the grey-haired twin had a bigger following now.

“do they not know i have a girlfriend...”

“well, ya might as well eat it. ya dont know who to return it to.”

“that’s like receivin’ their love!”

“no it ain’t. it’s just food.”

atsumu couldn’t argue with that and popped a piece in.

it was very delicious. the chocolate practically melted on his tongue and was the perfect sweetness and was filled with a delicious ganache too.

it was perfect

but he couldn’t accept this!

“it ain’t even good. too sweet and the filling’s sticky.”

“ah. really? is that what you think, tsumu?” you ask from the door where you had been watching the exchange take place.

“y/n! look at this! some weirdo gave me some choco and like... samu said to test it but i’ll toss it out, promise.”

“tsumu, i made that... i wrote it anonymously because i thought you’d know it was me and i wanted to tease you a little.”

“huh.”

osamu: “yeah actually i went over to her place to teach her how to make it.”

atsumu: “you said you went to suna’s place?!”

osamu: “i went there later but i first went to help her.”

you: “anyways if it’s not good i don’t mind if you toss it out...”

tsumu: “NO NO BABE I PROMISE IT���S GOOD”

you: “you just said-”

“BABE I SWEAR IT’S GOOD I JUST DIDN’T WANT TO ACCEPT A STRANGER’S STUFF”

“you’re always so honest though... are you sure?” you were having your fun teasing him now.

“BB PLSSSSSS”

he still cringes at the memory 4 years into ur marriage

Miya Osamu

osamu would DEFINITELY make home made dinner dates a regular thing.

this alone shows he’s the better twin - miya atsumu stan

he loves cooking and eating with you so sometimes when he’s got a day off you guys’ll set aside the afternoon to make a real nice dinner

imagine candlelit dinner with miya dorito body osamu in a suit

of course some fun stuff happens after too ;)))

and today’s your third anniversary!!

so osamu adds lots of ‘natural aphrodisiacs’ to the meal

i’m talkin

garlic bread and soup for an appetiser, a nice juicy steak with garlic and red wine sauce for the main, and chocolate coated strawberries for dessert

mm yummy

you two cleaned your plates completely (it was very delicious) and as you were washing the dishes, osamu comes up behind and wraps his arms around your waist

“yes, ‘samu?” 

“i’ve already prepared us a nice bath with yer favourite scents.” he’s got his head resting on ur chin

“really? thank you~ i’ll be there in a bit”

but he doesn’t let go of you while you’re still scrubbing at the baking sheets.

“osamu, you can let go for now.”

“don’t feel like it.”

“i gotta wash the dishes since you did most of the cooking.”

“mmm, i’ll do it if ya gimme a kiss.”

you roll ur eyes bc what a cutie 

u turn ur head to give him a kiss but suddenly he 

he burps

that garlicy wine smell is just kinda there

“ew! ‘samu!!”

his face is real red but he’s also trying not to laugh because he’s still a dude and this is absolutely hilarious to him

“want another?” he starts teasing

“i’m not getting in the bath with you.”

“wait wait wait i’m sorry, i’ll go brush my teeth and give you a proper kiss”

Suna Rintarou

you two were taking the train home today

it was quite late due to practice going a little longer than usual, so he insisted he walked you back home today.

sunarin can be a good boyf sometimes ok

it was getting a little crowded on the train tho, since people were heading home or going out for dinner

luckily you had already grabbed seats so you were quite comfortable sitting side by side. 

you and suna have the type of relationship were you dont have to talk all the time

silence is v comfy.

he’s just scrolling through twitter on his phone while you’re looking around the car, lost in ur thoughts

suddenly you notice an old lady standing a little bit away from you and you stand up

“baa-san, please take my seat.” you whisper in the crowded carriage

“oh how kind of you. thank you, dearie.” she smiles and takes your seat while you stand in front of her and suna instead.

suna doesn’t realise this exchange has happened tho

(he’s on his phone as usual)

probably starting some fights on twitter

he decides to try to be a little romantic and pretends to stretch his arm around (who he thought was) you.

“rin.” 

why is your voice right in front of him?

“young man, i appreciate it but i’m married.”

suna jumps as he sees someone he did not recognise next to him.

he looks up and notices you had moved.

you’re giggling

the granny’s giggling

atsumu and osamu sitting opposite on the carriage look like they’re going to cry because they’re trying not to laugh

“i was just stretching. really.” he mumbles and crosses his arms, face red as a tomato

he’s so embarrassed.

Ginjima Hitoshi

sometimes the inarizaki vbc would go for an after practice snack at the nearby family mart

they were really hungry after an intense preparation for nationals which was in two weeks so kita insisted they all get something to fill them up on the way home

but lucky lucky ginjima hhehe

you (his classmate who he had a crush on) were working at the cash register today.

“welcome!” you greet everyone as they enter

he cant help but stiffen up a bit 

why are u so cute and cheery today

the 2nd years already know what to do.

“heyy, i think last week i bought ya that ramen right? ya owe me my konbini snacks today!” - atsumu

“yeah. you lost a bet to me last week so u gotta pay up. a pack of jelly fruit sticks please.” - suna

“forgot my money today, mind payin’ for my snacks too?” - osamu

“like hell i’m paying for all of you. especially you, osamu. you eat too much all the time.” 

aran’s noticed what’s going on,

“hey, if it’s just for today you can do it right? if ‘samu don’t pay ya back tomorrow i’ll nag him ‘til he does.” 

“fine...” his basket is full when he goes to the counter.

he’s trying his best not to have a red face while watching u scan the items, ur hair swaying slightly as u look back and forth between the objects and the screen.

“alright. 4,890 yen please!” GOD he hated how expensive it was, that’s almost all his weekly allowance but bc it’s u and ur voice saying it it’s kinda ok

“mm, ok.” he still has his eyes on you while he takes out his wallet and puts it on the counter.

yes

his wallet, not the money

“...” “...”

“excuse me, sir. this is...”

he almost slaps his face wtf he’s so embarrassed.

“s-sorry. just a little absent minded after practice.” he starts pulling out his cash.

“it’s fine! i know how hard you guys practice!” you smile while performing the rest of the transaction and pass him his big bag of goods. “good luck for nationals, ginjima-kun!”

he almost runs out of the store and is about to fight the rest of the 2nd years for watching and (suna) recording

[peach-pops]

Roommate HC

Request:  hi i love ur account! do u think u could write a HC with kuroo, oikawa, and bokuto on how they would be as roommates! thank you!

Author’s Note: This request had me dying thank u so much! I made this to be platonic but if u guys want a part 2 to make them like each other/you want to see other roommate hc with other characters, let me know!

Warning: mentions of sex, adult language, reader thirsting over iwaizumi cause same 

Pairing: Kuroo || Oikawa || Bokuto 

Part two

-Kuroo-

You can only be roommates if you’re hella close with Kuroo because if you’re living in a closed space together, shit is bound to happen. He’s basically you’re best friend so nothing is off-limits. 

Exhibit A: Shower rants

“ And I told her to mind her own damn business before I kicked her ass!” You said loudly as you sat on the counter of the sink while Kuroo was showering

“ You liar I know you didn’t say all that. Also, can you hand me my toothbrush?”

“ Mm, okay, I didn’t say it but I was thinking it!” You grabbed Kuroo’s toothbrush and opened the curtain to hand it to him,” it’s the thought that counts but then she told me that I was being a bitch! In front of the whole class!” 

Kuroo opened the shower curtain to poke his head out,” She called you a bitch in front of the class? What a fucking bitch.” 

I feel like Kuroo sleeps in a bit and waits until the last second to wake up so you’re basically his alarm clock 

Your favorite way to wake him up is to just bash his head with a pillow until he grabs it from you and hits you back with it ten times harder

“ I think you gave me a concussion.”

“ I- It’s a pillow, you big baby.” 

Getting ready in the morning is always pretty chill since Kuroo practically rolls out of the bed, looks at his hair, and decides yep, this is stylish 

If he has extra time in the morning, he’ll sit on your bed and watch you do your makeup/hair as you tell him your schedule for the day just cause he can 

Can we please remember that Kuroo is a big nerd so that means a lot of all-nighters at the dinner table. If you know he has a big test coming up, you order takeout from his favorite restaurant and you have to physically sit across from him so he actually takes a break to eat dinner

Sometimes he falls asleep at the table while studying so you always grab his phone to set a 15-minute alarm because while he needs to sleep, he also needs the time to study too 

On chill days, Kenma usually comes over and the two play video games until the middle of the night. While they’re always super loud, that’s a lie it’s just Kuroo, but whenever they get too loud you come out of your room and you just glare Kuroo down 

“ What’s wrong with your face?”

“ My face? This face will be the last thing you ever see if you don’t shut the fuck up. Kenma sweetie, ✨you’re doing great✨!”

OH okay this is just a bonus

so your upstairs neighbors are like bunnies if ya know what I mean. Like they go at it 25/8 and you and Kuroo can’t stand it because how are yall supposed to concentrate 

One night while you and Kuroo are watching a movie, you can literally hear your neighbors having crazy-ass sex and Kuroo gets so petty. He grabs a broom from the kitchen and starts hitting it against the ceiling like

 ‘ Shut! The! Hell! Up!” 

“ STOP! What if they get mad?” 

“ Who cares? I haven’t had sex in months. If I can’t get laid than no one can get laid!”

“ I don’t even want to think about you and *gags* sex in the same sentence.” 

So all in all, Kuroo is probably the easiest roommate to have and you two just work so well together

-Oikawa-

Oikawa isn’t as bad as a roommate as people might think. He’s surprisingly clean and not only does he clean up after himself but he always cleans up after you. He will sass you on how messy you are though

“ Y/N-Chan, I can’t even see the floor to your bedroom, you’re disgusting! I can’t even look at you the same way!” 

“ If it’s bothering you then get the hell out of my room!” 

“ Your room is a biohazard, how can you live like this?” 

“ I SAID GET OUT SHITTYKAWA!” 

There’s only one bathroom in your apartment so it’s always a battle to get ready in the morning. His side of the sink has way more stuff than you and you even try out some of his products if they happen to find their way to your side

You can’t even hide it from Oikawa because once you leave the restroom, he notices right away 

“ Are you wearing that SPF moisturizer I bought from that new skincare store the other day?”

“ Wha- how did you know?”

“ I can smell it you rat, stop using my skincare products!” 

He says that but the next day when you wake up to use the restroom, you see that he bought you your own moisturizer and there’s a sticky note on it ‘ because you desperately need some’ 

Oikawa also always manages to lose his glasses in the morning so when he’s late, he always wakes you up to help him find his glasses which are somewhere around the apartment 

“ Bitch, how hard is it to keep it next to your nightstand before you go to bed?” 

“ I forget” 🥺👉🏼👈🏼Oikawa pouts as he squints back at you cause he’s a blind bitch 

If Oikawa is your roommate, that definitely means Iwaizumi, Matsukawa, and Hanamaki are always over. One time in the middle of the night, you went to go get a glass of water and you screamed so loud when you saw a dark figure sleeping on your couch 

Your heart literally dropped to the floor but when you squinted your eyes, you could make out that it was Hanamaki just crashing on your couch 

Thank god, you actually thought there was a stranger-

What you didn’t know was that Matsukawa was sleeping on the floor of the living room and you tripped over his huge, built ass body 

“ Y/N? Is that you? Are you okay?”

“ I’m fine-”

“ Ow! Y/N, that’s my hand!”

“ Shit! Sorry- wait, Hajime? Is that you? What the hell-Who else is sleeping here?”

“ Meeeee!”

“Toru?!?! What are you doing out here?” You asked as you turned on the lights to find all four boys camped out in the living room. TF is this? Summercamp???

“ Duh, it’s a sleepover! Wanna join? You can lay next to me Y/N-Chan!”

“ Fuck no you weirdo. Except for you Hajime😚 my room is always open for you!” 🤩🥰🤪🤰🏻 

Oh speaking of frick fracking, you and Oikawa have a solid rule that if you’re planning on having sex, please let the other roommate know so there’s not a repeat of that one incident you’re not allowed to speak of 

Toru: Can you be out of the house from 8:30-9:30? I’m bringing someone over👉🏼👌🏼

Y/N: You bastard I was going to bring someone over!

Toru: Oh yeah? Who u trying to fuck?👀👀👀

Y/N: Hajime 🤤🤤🤤🤤

Toru: STOP THIRSTING AFTER MY FRIENDS

Y/N: BUT IT’S TRUE LOVE!

Besides all of that mess, Oikawa is such a fun roommate. If yall could live together forever, you definitely would because the banter never stops between the two of you, yall are like an old married couple uwu 

-Bokuto- 

JESUS you two take a while to mesh 

You two are best friends so when he suggested to move in together, you were all for it 

But it just took some getting used to 

Bokuto wakes up sooooo early to go run and this means blasting music in the shower at 5am & him blending the shit out a smoothie in the kitchen 

One time, this dude barged into your room around 5:20 in the morning and had THE AUDACITY to ask if you wanted to go run with him 

“ I feel bad leaving you here in the apartment alone, what if you miss me?”

“ If you ever wake me up this early to go run out of all things, I will shave your head do not test me owl.” 

He never asks you again don’t worry but he does walk in your room to whisper, rather loudly, that he’s leaving to go run just to give you a heads up

On some mornings when he knows you’re going to have a long day at school, he’ll make you breakfast and it’s actually super sweet cause you two will eat together in the kitchen and talk about what the plan for the day is 

If he’s ever too lazy to make breakfast, he’ll grab your favorite pastries during his run and bring it home cause he’s just that type of person 

Bokuto is a bit messy and you find yourself cleaning up after him a lot but he makes up for it by being an absolute sweetheart 

He assembled all the furniture in the apartment because he likes building stuff and he claims it’s manly. Don’t Mind my language but ✨U couldn’t give a shit ✨about building furniture so you were 100% okay with it

Akaashi came over to help put the couch together and that was arguably the most entertaining thing you had ever seen

“ Bokuto-San, I’m pretty sure these pieces don’t fit.”

“ Akaashi! Are you doubting my ability to read and follow instructions?!?!”

“ I think he’s right, those don’t fit at all.”

*cue emo bokuto ughhhhhhh this bitch*

Whenever Bokuto gets emo at home, you drop everything to help him get out of his funk. Not because what you’re doing isn’t important but if you don’t help, this dude will show up next to your bed full on close to crying

“ Ko, it’s two in the morning, why are you awake?”

“ Are you angry at me that I broke that plate earlier?”

“ Wha- no I’m not mad over a cheap plate. Just go to bed PLEASE!” 

No matter how busy yalls schedule gets, you two always make time to have a movie night at least once a week because he claims it’s good for roommate moral 

It’s just an excuse for him to snack through the pantry but whatever

He’s also the worst at grocery shopping. Like he notices all the snacks and desserts you like so he’ll buy so much of those things but will fail to get actual protein and vegetables 

I know it seems like I’m shitting on Bokuto and I’m not, I feel like Bokuto would also be such a fun roommate. There are some nights where you two will dance around together in your pajamas and camp out on the couch together and those are the moments where you’re thankful he’s your roommate

But he snores so loud I’M SORRY I HAD TO SAY IT 

[honnybunnie]

Mc stuck or getting caught in the rain.

Lucifer:

It was late, he spent most of the day at rad, as he was exiting rad their you were laying in the ground. He was aware of the petrichor in the air, but he hadn’t bought an umbrella to shield himself.

There was no doubt in his mind that you were going to be drenched in rain water soon. The clouds looking more heavy as the seconds passed. Lucifer was not aware that you were welcoming the rain.

Drip, drip, and suddenly a downpour. All he could do was hover over you. With eyes closed you felt droplets, and a sudden weight over you. You unfurled your eye lids, to see Lucifer on top of you. He spoke “I can’t allow to get sick, it will disturb your studies.” You were a blushing mess, “ I Was waiting for you to leave rad, so we could walk together.” There was no change in Lucifer’s stern face, he retorted, “I see shall we rush to the dorm then.” “No we can stay like this until the rain dies down,” you reply not making eye contact. Lucifer Laughed a bit, displaying a small smile, “Yes lets stay like this a while,” he muttered placing a hand on your cheek.

Mammon:

He was out on a beauty errand for Asmo, Drizzle formed in the air. Looking for some shelter he rushed under into a coffee shop. They informed him that if he wanted some shelter he’d have to buy something. Without thinking he used the money for Asmo’s errand. “Oh crap” he thought, he may face the 5th’s temper.

He sat at the window in the coffee shop. He started to play on his D.D.D. to think of his next scam. Both of you not noticing each other for a bit. You took off your hoodie, and extended your arms, letting the precipitation hit your face. Triggering Mammon to look outside at you, “Oi!,” he shouted not knowing that you couldn't hear him. As soon as he was gonna bolt the coffee shop, he felt some warmth wrap around his eyes. One of the witches that he had a pact with Uttering “Guess who?” you spotted him finally, but felt in this situation you should let him be. You don’t want to fathom the thought of what she can do to you and Mammon. Putting your hoodie on and jogging to the house. At the same time Mammon finally removing the witches hand stating to her “your hands are too warm.” You were no where no longer there. He sighed realizing he missed a chance to walk home. 

(Hooray if you knew what Kdrama I was referring to)

Leviathan:

Its like hes cursed or something, though he didn’t dislike getting caught in the rain. But the one time he leave the house to get something to match his otaku self. The thought of his limited edition Ruri-Chan Ur card getting wet terrified him. He felt one drop on his cheek and retreated to a nearby park. He found shelter under one of the seating areas. It looked kinda abandoned, but he saw one person there, skipping, and spinning in the rain. ‘What a normie,’ he thought. Glaring in their direction. The rain was hitting so hard, and the Normie was still embracing the droplets as it hit their surface. It wasn’t, they stopped, that Levi realized ‘Wait that’s my Normie, they’re going to catch a cold.’ “Mc,” Levi shouted, placing the card down, and running over to them. The confidence faded when they finally were face to face. “w-w-what are you doing,” he stuttered, “I-I don’t want to have to cancel any matches or tournaments to take care of you,” he mumbled becoming increasingly drenched by the minutes.

You cupped his cheek, “I don’t think I’ve seen it in anime, but I have in Korean Dramas,” you grazed his hair with your other hand, and leaned in half way hoping he’d meet halfway too. Very reluctantly, he leaned in, finally connecting the lips together. 

You indeed got a cold, none the less, he was at your side for the most part.

Satan:

You watched in horror, the sudden grey skies, and water flooding the air. You weren’t expecting it. Its difficult to know if its going to rain, the sky only illuminated black skies. Sighing at the book in hand, you returned into the building the book recited in. The bookstore, you acquired a book that Satan desired to add into his piling collection. It had been the last one, he was smart enough to always place a order before the release date. However Lucifer had placed you into the care of Satan for exams, so he lost the opportunity to do it on time.

You rested in the area, where others who were also seeking shelter were, reading their books. It seemed appropriate to do the same. Upon placing a finger on the first page, you felt a very forced tap. Responding to the touch and viewing up. Realizing the Demon in front of you now looked embarrassed, He sighed. Meeting eye level, “I’m sorry if I startled you,” he avoided eye contact, “they said the last person to buy the book had h/c hair, and was in store. I should have know it was you.” You relaxed your shoulders, retorting “then lets read it together. He nodded in agreement and sat next to you.

Asmodeus:

The pour down had been passing though for a while, thought maybe going to Majolish, skimming thought the new “fall” collection and testing out outfits would help pass the time. “Devildom doesn’t even have any season,” you snickered, “but I’m a sucker when it comes to autumn colors.” You wanted to view yourself in the bay mirrors. Taking a peek behind the curtain, there was no one in sight. So quickly you took a stance in front of the 3 sided mirror taking a quick spin.

Taking a glance on behind you though the mirror., there was a familiar pink haired demon. You didn’t want to be spotted, right now was the best time to be alone without any of the brothers.

Organizing all the scattered clothing in the dressing room, rushing the process causing you to fumble a bit. “Are any of these dressing rooms opened,” he shouted, “everyone saying except you. He placed himself in front of yours, jigging the handle. The door was neglected to be locked due to your earlier panic. The door was swung opened. Quickly covering what you could, a surprised yet amused Asmo entered the enclosed space. Eyeing you head to toe, toe to head. He hurriedly progressed into the room, and locking the door behind him. “MC, if you wanted me to see you so bad, you should have just said.”

Beelzebub:

He was out for a run being a practically hot day at devildom, he decided to run in the rain without a shirt. He definitely caught the eyes of many admirers. He passed Madam Screams, without the desire to munch out on the pastries. The smell that usually allures him, was washed with the rain. 

Passing the buildings into the forest, he picked up the aroma of someone familiar. Trailing the scent, he spotted you, leaning and sleeping against a tree which. There was enough coverage for you in the rain. The sight of your damp body, lured him closer, ‘Were they okay,’ he thought. Scanning you, he was only able to spot red tint on your cheeks. “Are they sick,” he whispered, connecting the foreheads. You were warm.

He wasn’t as soaked as you, but he didn’t want you to be exposed to the precipitation again. So he positioned you next to his chest, concealing you from rain. Shielding you from the rain with his Sweater.

You woke up when the rain had transformed into drizzle, with mist. blinking you eyes, only now noticing the warmth, and figure cuddling you. “Beel?,” you questioned. He smiled setting his head on top hers, a blush running across your face. “you don’t have a fever no more,” he mumbled. Blanked stared, he laughed at the expression, dragging you close. “Lets stay like this longer,” he stated.

Belphie:

I was in the middle of my afternoon nap, repeating the words that Lucifer Scolded him for. He wasn’t interested in the task that Lucifer was about to pass down to him. 

He groaned at every word, Lucifer spoke. “Belphie, stop,” Lucifer scoffed, “Look Mc is still out in the gloomy weather, Take this umbrella to her. No more complaints. GO!” 

Remembering his task, he smiled a bit, only he was available. He was going to be able to share a umbrella with them.  Reaching the destination, he spotted you making conversation, with Solomon who was offering to share his umbrella with you and to walk you all the way home. Belphie wasn’t having any of it, he bolted forwards, snatching your waist. You were shocked, glancing into his eyes, him glaring you down. “I’m going to take them home, after all we sometimes sleep together,” Belphie sputtered. Solomon was amused by Belphie’s sudden open affection towards you. Smirking at his jealously. Pulling you under the umbrella and laying his arm on your waist. “Mc, if you can’t nap with other men, you can’t share umbrella’s either,” he vocalized. You could only smile, and nodded in agreement.

[lhs3020b]

“Nightfall”, by Asimov and Silverberg

I haven’t picked a book apart in a while, so have some mildly-disjointed thoughts on Asimov & Silverberg’s 1989 novel, mostly focused on the somewhat-ropey astronomy, but looking at a few other things as well...

"Nightfall" is a late-1980s novel-length expansion of the 1950s story of the same name. The basic premise is, "what about a world with no night?"

The planet Kalgash (Lagash in the short story - no relation to Ur or Sumer insofar as I know!) orbits the G-type star Onos, which is in turn one part of a complex multiple system containing six stars in total. With that many stars, there is always one in the sky somewhere. The other five suns are Trey and Patru (a co-orbiting pair of A-type stars), Tanu and Sitha (another co-orbiting pair, this time B stars) and lastly Dovim, a red dwarf. You can see several oddities immediately - note that the stars have neatly sorted themselves by spectral type! And there's only the one red dwarf (Dovim, implied to be an early-M-type object), when you'd expect loads as a) star formation is an efficient machine for making red dwarfs and b) ~75-80% of all stars are red dwarfs.

As for the system architecture, I've struggled to come up with anything sensible. The below scribbling would make (some) sense, but fails the "always a sun in the sky from anywhere on Kalgash" test, as Dovim will often "fall behind" Onos on its orbit around the barycentre:

Presumably Onos has to pass quite regularly between the Patru/Trey and Sitha/Tano pairs - what this implies for Kalgash's climate and thermal balance I'll leave as an exercise for the reader! Also, the formation history of this system must be weird. Kalgash's complex biosphere implies an age of several billion years, but A and B stars have far shorter life expectancies. Is Onos actually a star that formed elsewhere, which was captured into the system later on?

Anyway. Kalgash orbits Onos, supposedly alone, and there is no night - even if it's only reddish inadequate Dovim, there's always a sun in the sky. Always. Forever. And this sentence is 100% certified to contain no lies, evasions or elided truths of any kind. *Ahem.*

The native Kalganians - supposedly some sort of non-terrestrial non-humanoid life, though the book flip-flops this many times - apparently cope very poorly with darkness. Even as little as 15 minutes in complete dark is apparently enough to induce permanent psychosis. This makes it just as well that Kalgash is a loner object, with no moons or nearby planets or other local bodies that could cause eclipses ... ooops.

Basically, the plot of the novel concerns some scientists who discover evidence of Mass Effect-style periodicities in the collapses of historical civilisations on Kalgash. About every 2000 years, *something* happens that seems to cause people to go collectively go mad and burn down any settlement they might be living in at the time. It seems to be sudden - it stops as soon as it starts - but the destruction is near-complete. And guess what? It's almost 2000 years since the last time civilisation toasted itself.

Meanwhile, Kalganian astronomers have recently developed a theory of universal gravitation, based on studying the motions of the suns (plausible; you'd have a lot of data to work with there). Only there's a problem. Kalgash itself is stubbornly not-quite-conforming to the predictions of the models, and in fact the deviations seem to be getting larger. The theory seems to be wrong - what horror! what sadness! gravity fails!

Or does it? In fact some Kalganian theorists notice something odd - you can explain the planet's motion perfectly if you assume the presence of a second planetary-mass object. Once you plug this in, you can figure out where this body would have to be. The results are ... worrying. You see, this hypothetical Kalgash Two is apparently closing in on Kalgash-Prime. It won’t collide with Kalgash Prime, but it will get close enough to block out sunlight.

Now, the book isn't 100% clear whether Kalgash-Two is a moon or another planet. I think it has to be a planet - its orbit apparently takes 2000 years, which would certainly take a moon entirely outside Kalgash's Hill sphere; Onos would have "snatched it away" onto a stellar orbit. Another oddity is that no-one can see Kalgash-Two - even here on Earth you can see the Moon clearly by day, and given what we know of the dynamics of this system, Two would present a large disk when it enters opposition with Kalgash-Proper. In the book it's speculated that Two's surface rock might be bluish in colour, which might "camouflage" it against the sky. I'm dubious about this - yes, Turquoise-The-Mineral Is A Thing, but an entire planet made of it? To me, this feels a bit "off", geologically.

Anyway, the astronomers realise that if it exists, Kalgash-Two is only a matter of weeks away from by-passing Kalgash itself. And when it does, it will arrive when half the planet has a rare "one-sun" day. That sun is, of course, the red runt Dovim itself, and Two will pass between Kalgash and Dovim. Depending on how big Two is, it could entirely block the sun out. Things are about to get dark! The other five suns will all be on the other side of the planet, but Kalgash rotates, so the other hemisphere will apparently get a taste of darkness too.

Now, note how odd the dynamics of this eclipse are. Apparently the umbra - the region of full shadow - is bigger than Kalgash itself, and the eclipse takes an entire Kalganian rotational period to pass. The book never - IIRC - tells us how fast Kalgash spins. It's certainly possible that a Kalganian "day" is far shorter than a terrestrial one, but it's implied to be at least a dozen or so hours. (The suns don't "move" fast enough against the sky for anything less.) So just how big is Kalgash-Two? To create an eclipse lasting multiple hours, it must be large. Honestly I think it would be hard to do this at a size smaller than that of a gas giant. Is something bigger than Jupiter swinging by, just outside the Roche limit? (No-one on Kalgash notes any seismic events - there's no upsurge in tremors, no disruption to tides or odd behaviour from gravimeters, like you would expect if a super-Jovian body was closing in on you, which is an inconsistency.) Anyway, sure enough, Kalgash Two shows up on queue. Suddenly the reddish gloom of a one-sun day starts to darken, and the horrified masses look up to see a massive bite eating into the side of Dovim! Rapidly and with maximum fuss, the sun goes out! Basically what happens next is like "Pitch Black", except with mad people instead of cannibalistic alien monsters. You'll note I haven't said a lot about the characters yet. There's not a lot to say - they're all very much "straight from central casting". They aren't objectionable, but they're not particularly memorable either. The plot itself has two threads - the astronomers' growing concerns about the impending disaster, which in turn puts them into conflict with a politically-influential cult, who claim to be preparing for the imminent return of "the stars". While the book is formulaic and the characters are fairly-average, it is a fun read; the pages turn without too much difficulty!

In case anyone's wondering about where exactly the authorities are in all of this, well, on eclipse night they prove completely useless. If I remember correctly, the government fails to take any warnings seriously and officials dismiss the astronomers as cranks. Basically they’re running on “January to March 2020″ rules - sadly I can no longer dismiss this pattern of behaviour as unrealistic, depressing as that is! When the night itself arrives, IIRC, the staff at the local power company manage to go mad ahead of almost everyone else (apparently there were no bulbs inside the turbine hall, or something) and their rampage plunges Saro City into the worst-timed power outage ever. Also, making matters worse, Saro probably didn't have any municipal lighting (because why would it?) and apparently most people don't have much in the way of torches or candles at home. So the darkness-maddened people react by torching everything that will burn (fire = light = MASS PYROMANIA!). How they're all able to find matches while a) utterly-demented and b) fumbling around in the dark ... yeah, that never gets explained.

Now we arrive at another oddity: on the night itself, people actually are able to see. They can see the stars without any trouble - which makes no sense. Why would their eyes be evolved to function in low-light conditions? But see the stars they do. There are several pages of the astronomers (those who survive the first few hours of the eclipse-chaos) boggling at the sheer scale of the universe they find themselves in. (In fairness, this is quite a cinematic moment ... basically the ~400 years of the Copernican revolution, which wasn't really "complete" here until Hubble demonstrated that the Great Nebula of Andromeda was a physically-separate galaxy in the 1920s? Kalgash's scientists get the entire thing, mainlined into their stunned brains in about 1 hour.

Their disorientation is certainly understandable.

Incidentally, there's another astronomical oddity here. Kalgash Two should be visible - a dark disc blocking out the sky in the direction where Dovim "should" be - but no-one remarks on it. Also, Two seems to have no atmosphere at all, because Kalgash-Proper doesn't experience any total-lunar-eclipse style blood-Moon. (What exactly is Two? It has to be at least as large as a gas giant, but it's also airless? What is this thing? Is it a planet at all?) Anyway, the eclipse does eventually end, after a few hours. While there are survivors, society has essentially collapsed. The damage is roughly the same as a median-scenario Great Powers nuclear exchange would be here on Earth (except minus the craters and radioactivity).

Just think - if the utilities provider for Saro City hadn't pulled an ERCOT, it's quite possible they could have got through the night without a mass casualty event. While people would have been frightened, if they'd had working lights to huddle around while Two passes by overhead, they might have been able to ride it out. But that didn't happen, of course. (If I was a cynic, I might say the real story of "Nightfall" is the cost of inept/crony-coddling infrastructure policies when the once-in-a-century event pays you its rare-but-inevitable visit.) Anyway, the ending of the book, unfortunately, is pure Silverberg. That is to say, it's rushed, lazy and addresses none of the themes, character-development or even some of the earlier plot-events of the book. On the last two pages of the book, the surviving scientists decide to join forces with the menacing theocratic star-cult, because apparently religious totalitarianism is somehow the only way to save the world, post-nightfall. Yeaaaaaaaaaaaah. Incidentally, here we see some of the typical narrative ticks of a certain sort of mid-century SF writer. Note how any sort of change (nightfall! social chaos!) just *has* to be BAD and SCARY, and they instantly seek refuge in anti-democratic authoritarianism. You see this tick a lot in so-called "Golden Age" writers - it's almost a trope of their behaviour. (It's also interesting given the cross-links between people like Heinlein and the military/industrial complex, or Pournelle and the GOP.) So the TL;DR summary ... "Nightfall" is a novel that follows the spirit of hard SF (if not the letter, as seen above) and has some iffy ideological/mimetic moments ... but, it works as a potboiler and (disappointing ending aside) is definitely a fun read. Just don't expect the celestial mechanics to be in any way workable.

Oh, and here comes Kalgash Two...

[softest-cinnamon-roll]

idk if you're still doing smut prompts but I LOVE ur smut it's some of the best in the fandom u really said soft dom richie rights!!! So..... 1, 24 and 54

1.“Don’t make me take you home and punish you.”24. “Behave.”54. “C’mere. You can sit on my lap until I’m done working.”

(notsfw ahead!)

* * * * *

As much as Eddie adored the Christmas period, there was one thing in particular he hated and that was how busy his fiancé became at work. Normally, Richie would work at the office from 9-5 Monday to Friday, but when the Christmas period comes around, the business just soars, which makes sense since it is a toy company.

Even though all of Richie’s employees would surely be able to work through the influx on their own, Richie wasn’t that kind of CEO to sit back and let other people do all the hard work. If his workers had to stay late, then so would he. Of course, Eddie understood this, but the late hours meant that they barely got to see each other during the month of December, and when they were alone it was mostly spent sleeping.

Therefore that’s why Eddie found himself standing outside of Tozier Toys & Co Headquarters, debating on whether he was being too clingy for wanting to spend some time with Richie, even if he was working. He must have been standing outside for close to twenty minutes, the cold air blowing down his neck and making him shiver.

His thoughts drifted from just spending time with Richie to something much more dirty as he imagined his fiancé warming him up with his hands, moving under his shirt to brush over his nipples while the other slowly made its way down down down to dip under his pants, making his breathing hitch. Not only had they not spent any time together, they hadn’t actually had sex in over a week and Eddie was becoming a little agitated.

With his mind made up, Eddie walked into the main lobby of the headquarters and waved at Daniel, the receptionist who wasted no time pressing the button to allow the elevator to take Eddie up to Richie’s office. The doors closed behind him and Eddie let his eyes fall shut as the floors raised all the way to floor 69, where Richie’s office was located, something that his fiancé took great pride in.

“Mr Kaspbrak! We weren’t expecting you this afternoon!” One of Richie’s assistants gasped as he stepped out of the elevator and made his way over to Richie’s office door. “Would you like me to get you anything?”

Eddie shook his head, “No, it’s alright. Richie’s not in a meeting is he?” He asked and the girl, Lucy, shook her head with a smile, allowing him to continue his way to the door. He knocked twice before pushing the door open, eyes widening at the state of Richie’s office.

The whole of Richie’s office was covered in Christmas Wrapping paper, glitter and well…toys. Eddie had never seen so much mess in his office in the whole five years they had been together and even though it made the OCD in him cringe a little, he also felt a warmth at how invested Richie was in his job at this time of year.

“Eds! Hey, what are you doing here?” Richie asked and Eddie looked around for the source, finding him at his desk with tiny bits of tinsel stuck in his curls. It made Eddie giggle a little and take a few steps closer, careful not to stand on any toys that may be buried under the Christmas paper mess on the floor.

“Missed you,” Eddie shrugged, finally reaching his desk and he leaned over to peck Richie’s lips. From this close, he could see the specks of glitter on his cheeks. “What’s with all the mess?” He asked.

Richie grinned, “You know the Children’s shelter that’s just a few blocks down from our place?” He asked and Eddie nodded his head. Of course he knew, he and Richie donated there as much as they could and even delivered a turkey there for Christmas every year. “I thought this year we could donate some of the toys to the children, so they have something to open on Christmas Day. Apparently, the news caught wind and it’s turned into this big thing. So here I am. I’m almost done for the day though, I just have a few figures to put in the computer and we can go for dinner. How does that sound?”

The whole thing sounded amazing and Eddie nodded his head, biting his lip a little as he moved to the chairs by the window and took a seat. His thoughts were still rife in his mind from earlier, but Richie was working and he didn’t want to distract him with his…not so innocent thoughts.

Richie, however, could read Eddie like a book and when he turned his head, his fiancé was staring back at him with a raised eyebrow. “What?” Eddie asked, cursing his voice for cracking the way it did. “Why are you staring at me?”

“Did you just miss me, Eds? Or is there something you’re not telling me?” Richie asked, dropping his voice low which made Eddie scrunch his eyes shut tight. Richie was using the voice he only used when they were in bed together and he knew the effect it had on him. “Oh I see, you miss me baby. Don’t you?”

The little gasp that left Eddie’s lips told Richie all he needed to know and he leaned back in his chair, patting his lap. Eddie tiled his head to the side, “What?”

“C’mere. You can sit on my lap until I’m done working.” Richie grinned and Eddie wasted no time in scrambling to his feet and over to where Richie was sitting. He straddled his lap, pressing his face into the crook of Richie’s neck, breathing him in as his fiancé rubbed his hands up and down his back soothingly. The softness lasted all but a second as Richie moved his lips to Eddie’s ear and whispered, “If you behave.”

A shudder made its way down Eddie’s spine and he let out a puff of a breath, settling himself in Richie’s lap and trying to keep as still as possible. Even though they were at Richie’s place of work, if Richie wanted to start a scene, then there was no way Eddie was going to protest. Not when he was so high strung.

His good behaviour lasted for about ten minutes. Eddie had remained as still as he could in Richie’s lap, listening to him tap away on his laptop, putting in whatever figures he needed to put in. After about fifteen minutes of Richie refusing to acknowledge he was even there, Eddie became a little needy, rolling his hips to emphasise his point. He wanted attention.

Richie, the asshole, refused to give it to him. Instead of addressing Eddie and his hip roll, Richie just continued to work away as though he hadn’t moved at all. Eddie narrowed his eyes and moved his hips down once more, this time connecting their crotches and allowing a gasp to leave Eddie’s lips. This time, it did get a response from Richie, who moved one of his hands to Eddie’s hip and squeezed it tight. A warning.

“Baby,” Richie started, his voice much lower than before now. “Don’t make me take you home and punish you.” Eddie closed his eyes as a light whimper left his lips and Richie chuckled. “My you are needy baby. Do you want to be punished?” He asked, but it was clear that Eddie wasn’t to answer the question. “Do you want me to take you home and tease you so much that you’re begging to come? Answer me, baby.”

“Yes,” Eddie gasped, going to move his hips down once more but Richie was faster, gripping his hips and holding him still. “Please- please I need you Richie- please.”

Richie tutted a little and removed one hand from Eddie’s hips to grip his chin tightly, making Eddie look at him. “You know that’s not what you call me, baby. Or are you trying to be bad on purpose?”

Slowly, Eddie nodded his head, his cheeks turning bright red. He was that starved for attention that, yes, he had willingly been bad in order to provoke Richie into doing something. Now though, now he was going to pay for that, if the look in Richie’s eye was anything to go off of. “Sir, I’m sorry sir.”

“Better.” Richie hummed. “But I still need to teach you a lesson. Up.” He patted Eddie’s hip and he slipped off of his lap. Richie pulled on his coat and packed away his laptop, allowing Eddie to pull his own jacket back on before holding out his hand for him. “We’re going home, and you’re going to be good for me. Isn’t that right baby?”

Eddie nodded his head once more, keeping himself close to Richie as they walked out of the office and into the elevator. “Y-Yes sir,” he whispered when they were out of earshot. Richie wrapped an arm around his waist to pull him closer, the protective side in him showing.

It didn’t take long after they arrived back at their apartment for Richie to get Eddie naked and on his back, cheeks flushed and body rocking upwards in a desperate plea for attention. Richie had one of those shit eating grins on his face, the one that made Eddie aware he was right where Richie wanted him. Richie knew that Eddie wanted him to touch him, to take him higher and higher just like he always did, and that was also why Richie wasn’t touching him.

His cock was hard and flush against Eddie’s stomach, leaking a little precum as his hands gripped the sheets on either side of his hips. Richie had warned him before they had even entered the apartment complex that he wasn’t to touch himself at all, and if he did there would be serious consequences. Eddie loved to test Richie’s limited, but he knew when to behave.

Currently, Richie was rummaging in their closet, clearly looking for things to pull Eddie apart with. He had been in there for about five minutes when he finally emerged, a wide grin on his face as he bounced over to the bed, dumping the stuff onto the mattress. “I’m going to make you fall apart, baby. You’ll be screaming at me to let you come by the end of the night. That is…if I don’t gag you.” He winked and Eddie whimpered, moving to pull his legs closed.

Richie shook his head, placing his hands on either one of Eddie’s knees and spread them apart once more, clicking his tongue. “Nope baby. Keep them open.” He took a seat on the edge of the bed and trailed his fingers from Eddie’s calf all the way up to his inner thigh and then back down before repeating the process with the opposite leg. Eddie was practically shaking in anticipation for Richie to just touch him already.

“Sir please,” Eddie whimpered, biting down hard on his lip as he gave Richie is best puppy dog eyes. Richie just ignored him and shook his head, gathering his wrists together in his large hands. That was when Eddie noticed the baby blue rope sitting next to Richie on the bed, alongside the other items he had collected. “Sir…”

“Be good,” Richie muttered, securing Eddie’s wrists together and tapping at his hip. “Roll over, onto your stomach and pull your knees up underneath you. Let me see that pretty needy hole of yours.” Eddie moved quickly, getting into the position that Richie had asked of him as well as spreading his knees, earning him a hum of approval from his fiancé. “Now you’re being a good boy. Why could you have been good earlier hm? I could have been balls deep in you by now if you had just done what I’d asked.”

Eddie swallowed thickly, but didn’t say anything. Instead he tried to control the burning heat in his stomach as Richie secured the end of the rope that held his wrists to the bar around the headboard. A gasp left his lips as he felt a cold metal cuff clip around his right ankle and then another around his left. He looked over his shoulder at Richie, who met his eyes with a teasing smirk before he extended the spreader bar, laughing at the gasp that escaped Eddie’s mouth.

“Now, here’s what’s going to happen. I still have some figures to do, since you couldn’t be patient and let me finish.” Richie pondered out loud, trailing his hand up the back of Eddie’s thighs until it was resting on his ass. He paused before Eddie felt the smack and he lurched forward, a moan spilling from his lips. “So I’m going to open you up, and fill you with one of our vibrators.” Just then a two lubes fingers were pressed against Eddie’s rim as Richie pushed them all the way in. “I’m going to turn it on and you are going to just take it. You’re going to stay quiet, no matter what I do, and each time to complain I’ll just add more time on to when you get to come.” Richie started thrusting the two fingers in and out, stretching Eddie open whilst avoiding his prostate. “Understood?”

“Green,” Eddie breathed in reply. Their word for go ahead when they were in a scene. It made things easier to comprehend when Eddie was in his subspace. Green for go ahead, yellow for slow down and red for stop completely. Luckily, in their five years of being together, Eddie had never once had to utter the word red. Yellow maybe, but never red. Richie seemed to just…get him.

Richie pulled his fingers out and soon after Eddie felt the head of one of their vibrators press against his hole and then push all the way past his rim until it was pressed right against his prostate. The sudden feeling of something against his pleasure spot made Eddie lurch forward, but he couldn’t move very far thanks to how Richie had tied him up. A breath left Eddie’s lips as he felt Richie press a kiss to the base of his spine before he moved off of the bed and over to the desk on the other side of the room, pulling out his laptop once more.

One minute turned to two, which turned to five and then ten. The toy buried inside Eddie was still as still and silent as it had been since Richie pushed it in, and Richie was very focused on his work, tapping away on the keys. Yet, Eddie still kept his mouth shut, refusing to complain and add time onto his punishment. He wanted to be able to come ton-

Fuck.

The toy whirred to life inside him, buzzing directly against his prostate, sending bursts upon bursts of pleasure all through Eddie’s body. He let out a deep moan, pulling at the rope around his wrists and the cuffs around his ankles. Not that it was going to do him any good, Richie had him tied up just perfectly. From across the room, Eddie could only just make out the outline of Richie’s smirk.

The movements of the toy seemed to speed up then, faster and harder, making one moan from Eddie to be swallowed up by the next. He could barely keep up and he was going higher and higher, closer and closer to the edge. “O-Oh f-fuck si-sir, please- please, ngh, sir please.” He was so close, right there, right on the edge of complete and utter ecstasy.

Then nothing. Everything stopped and Eddie’s impending orgasm froze right on the edge of realise, falling back down, down until he was left with nothing but frustration. Tears filled up in his eyes as he watched Richie’s shoulders shake in amusement, fingers playing over the remote that came with the toy. Right then, Eddie knew one thing and one thing only.

It was going to be a long, long fucking night.

* * * * * 

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Em!! I just read you can hear it in the silence and oh my God it's probably one of my favourite fics of all time!! Which it's not surprising considering that I truly love you writing but it's so good!! I don't speak English so this may sound weird but the way they test each other in each repeat like little by little getting closer... Part of me was like give me a thousand repeats of that lol /1

and the actual heartbreak I experienced when Amy balks after their date I truly felt it so hard and then they falling in love and how Jake is always waiting for her... I love that in every universe (and fic) he has always carried a torch for her but never pushes her. And him being so surprised and nervous when she actually asks him out. I don't know I'll send you this and I'll keep remembering things I loved about it /2

I don't know I'll send you this and I'll keep remembering things I loved about it. You covered so well already but if you ever revisit that fic again it would be great to read Jake's POV since the night everything started, personally I'm a sucker for the pining and Jake's mind and I obviously believe you get his voice right. I'm way past the word limit and probably past normal asks etiquette or something lol so again I'll just say I truly loved the fic. Will be rereading later 💛. /3

FHALDSFKAHSDFLKJ okay i am SEVERAL days late responding to this but these made me SO HAPPY i can’t begin to tell u,,,,HFALDKSFASDFL THANK U!!!!

also!!!! u KNOW i gotta shout out @capnperaltiago for coming up with the original idea that sparked that fic!!!!!!! mel’s basically a goddess walking among us can u believe

so i have thought about going back and doing jake’s pov sort of like what i did with on my heart like a tattoo, but i’ve realized that in you can hear it in the silence, jake’s pov is mostly him very patiently waiting for amy to get out of her head and figure things out lmao. so it’s like him buying coffee every morning and mostly goofing around on his computer while being acutely aware every time amy tries to furtively watch him across their desks

BUT

i did have his pov of that date scene kind of planned out in my head and i may or may not have written it below the cut bc ur such an angel,,,,,,,,,,,

It’s the fact that she’s pressed up on the balls of her feet, her arm slung so firmly round the back of his neck he’s almost positive he’ll have a crick in his neck tomorrow (if he ever makes it to tomorrow), and the muffled noises buzzing against his lips that all lend themselves to his staunch belief that he is, in fact, dead and gone to heaven.  There’s no other explanation, he thinks, for the searing heat of her throat beneath the razor’s edge of his teeth or the electricity crackling from the tips of her fingers as she rakes them through his hair; no other explanation for the way her spine arches eagerly as his palms slowly, experimentally drag their way up the natural curve of her waist.  He has died and gone to heaven, officially, because he’s clumsily kicking his front door closed so that he can make out with Amy Santiago away from the prying eyes of his nosy neighbors.

Jake’s halfway through the mental image of dotty Mrs. Carmichael’s scandalized expression if she were to walk past them when Amy’s body suddenly stiffens - it’s the only warning he has before she hisses “shit” in his ear and recoils her head so quickly it bounces off the wall behind her.

(When he managed to back her into said wall is a mystery all its own.)

“Oh, god, Amy -” the alcohol still flowing pleasantly through his system makes him feel slow, sluggish; he reaches up to touch the place her head hit the wall, steadying himself with a grip on her bicep. “What’s wrong?  What happened?”

She’s looking up at him with an unfamiliar expression, something that makes the pit of his stomach stir and churn in a wholly unpleasant way, kiss-swollen lips parted and chest heaving in a way that makes him think she might be struggling to breathe properly.  “I’m - I can’t -” she gasps.

Like a bucket of ice water over his head, dread bursts through his system all at once.  It hadn’t occurred to him, in the haze of kamikaze and longing in the back of that cab, that she wouldn’t want him.  It hadn’t occurred to him to ask.

He tears himself away from her at once, stumbling backwards until his body collides with the wall opposite her.  "Oh, my god, Amy,” he chokes, doing his best to wipe the feeling of her body beneath his hands by rooting his fists in his hair and tugging none too gently. “I’m - I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry, I just - you’re, you’re so pretty and - I’m a little d-drunk, I didn’t mean to - god -”

She’s shaking her head violently before he’s finished speaking, eyes shining with unshed tears, and he’s never wanted to be swallowed whole by the ground more than in this moment. “No, no, no, that’s not what I - you didn’t do anything wrong, Jake, you didn’t do anything wrong at all!”

The words sink in slowly; tentatively, he lets his hands fall back to his sides.  “Okay,” he says slowly, “so...so what just happened? ‘Cause I thought - I mean, it seemed like it - things were going...like, really well -”

She presses her hands over her cheeks, now flaming red, and the tears seem to be defying gravity where they’re clinging to her lower lashes.  “It was,” she mumbles - her voice high and warbling, the way he’s only heard once before, seconds before a break down, and he cannot possibly fathom why because he’s her soulmate and they should be celebrating - “I’m sorry, I’m - I need to go - “

Those words - we’re soulmates! - stick in his throat as she tears out of his apartment, escaping in nothing more than a strangled half-shout as she disappears around the corner.  He’s halfway through the motions of chasing her to the elevator when he stops himself.

You’ve gotta let her come to you, Charles’ voice echoes in his head.  She has to work this out on her own.

Well, I royally screwed that up, he thinks back miserably.

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PORRIM: -another evening spent training with nepeta in the gym. it's one of those routines she's more eager to get used to. maybe it's the activity making her feel more energetic, or maybe it's just the fact that she can see physical, tangible results for her hard work that makes her feel more accomplished... or maybe it's just fun to hang out with nepeta like this. whatever it is, she's happy to be here in the middle of all this uncertainty.- 

PORRIM: -she's in the middle of some stretches, watching nepeta do whatever she's doing with a challenging looking. what is on her mind...-

NEPETA: =Porrim was one of the people she bothered coming out of the vents for. Cramped as they were and limited as of late she'd taken to them since Earth. Her old friends had gained bits and pieces of their former selves, they were still recovering. Still adjusting but there was so much to process and so much of Alternia to get out of their heads.... programming? The two seemed the same for them.  Exercising with Porrim was an outlet for a lot of things she didn't want to deal with. Things she actively sought to not deal with= 

NEPETA: =As of now she's in the middle of working on balance and stretching. One hand and foot supporting her on the beam as she holds the other extremties outward. Porrim's look is met with a tongue poking from between her lips= 

NEPETA: :33 < would mew like me to strike a bettpurr pose fur you to pawgle? :PP

PORRIM: Yes, actually. -smiles- 

PORRIM: Yo+u have a go+o+d thing go+ing o+n no+w, but yo+u can always do+ better.

NEPETA: :33 < hmmmm...... let's s33.....  =Lowering herself a bit she kicks off on that leg and balances on one hand. Her legs curled over her head with the other arm out= 

NEPETA: :33 < there! i'm going to be purr goals! take notes! one day mew might hold purr big butt up on one hand!

PORRIM: -watches this thoughtfully, stroking her chin. assessing.- Hmm. 

PORRIM: Yo+u kno+w, this raises the questio+n... Can yo+u ho+ld my big butt up with o+ne hand?

NEPETA: =lowers herself and crouches on the beam= NEPETA: :33 < i've done it with two one shouldn't be so pawrd! =offers her hand, get UP HERE=

PORRIM: - :eyes: yes good.- We'll see abo+ut that. -not that she doubts this at all, but it's still fun to tease. she wanders over and holds out her hand for nepeta's help to hoist her up onto the beam.-

NEPETA: =And hoist she does. Porrim's definitely made a lot of progress from the beginning. Packing on muscle and toning up but Nepeta uses every moment she can to boast her own strength and try to manhandle Porrim here and there. YOINKS her on up there... and wobbles for good measure= 

NEPETA: :33 < watch purr center :00

PORRIM: -manages to get her balance easily, she was already pretty graceful before training, and settles in place with a smile.- I'm go+o+d to+ go+. Sho+w me what yo+u're made o+f. - just :eyes: :eyes: :eyes:-

NEPETA: :33 < tasty stuff! 

NEPETA: =Also tough stuff, the toughest! Nepeta hums for a moment, then falls back into the position she was holding before away from Porrim. Supporting herself on herself on one arm and leg she gestures at Porrim= :33 < get ofurr here big butt! 

NEPETA: :33 < take a seat! =As if to emphasize her point she kicks her leg out.= i'll boot mew nice and secure!

PORRIM: -laughs a little as she carefully steps towards her.- The mo+ment o+f truth. -it feels a little complicated to approach climbing up on her, but she somehow manages it, albeit a little wobbly.-

NEPETA: =oh no... she tried to make it easy...  holds Porrim's hand and pokes her in the side with her toe= :33 < oops! 

NEPETA: =Though she does YANK Porrim, that foot pressed into her stomach then quickly press the other to Porrim's thighs. Grunts and many wobbles=

PORRIM: -the poking makes her squirm, but no time to lose her balance with her other foot pressing into her.- Haha, everything alright there?

NEPETA: :33 < no purrrrroblem! =Mostly... the thing is holding up Porrim isn't the problem but it's the additional weight to shift and the momentum from pullimg Porrim up that has her shaky on one hand. Nepeta's nails grip the beam and gouge into it as they tip to one side. Her abdominals flexing with the effort to keep them upright, she even shifts Porrim in the other direction to try and counteract that... but too much..= 

NEPETA: =WELP. She tries to let go of Porrim's hand. BYE=

PORRIM: -WHOOP. there's no way this could possibly go well. even with their hands slipping out of grasp, nepeta isn't alone in careening off to the side.- Oh shit!! -most assuredly, a comical crashing noise follows these famous last words.-

NEPETA: :33 < oof! =Hits the mat hard and starts to kick her feet at Porrim= 

NEPETA: =Then turns on her heels then goes to tackle her so they go rolling once more=

PORRIM: -EVERYTHING IS HAPPENING SO FAST.- Wha-- 

PORRIM: -tumbles with this cat, inspiring more startled and confused noises until porrim gets her bearings enough to try and wrestle nepeta into a headlock.- Wo+w, that really was impressive.

NEPETA: =grapples with her and chomps the arm= :33 < it would've b33n meowre impurrressive if purr big butt  didn't wiggle so much!  >:00

PORRIM: Ow-- -responds to chomps by kissing her on the head. MUAH.- 

PORRIM: Yo+u can't blame me. This was a test o+f yo+ur pro+wess.

NEPETA: =Purrs and nuzzles her sweaty face on Porrim's probably sweaty arm= :33 < but mew can't mix purrfection with buttstick pawll the time! 

NEPETA: :33 < mew get mixed results =nibbles the beef=

PORRIM: -pets the kitty with sweaty hands, yes. there's so much sweat and it's disgusting but she's getting used to it.- Still so+unds like an excuse to+ me. 

PORRIM: But maybe it's just time fo+r a break.

NEPETA: =She honestly has more Go Go Juice to do a lot more, being in the vents hardly lets her get out a lot of energy. The ship still has it's amenities but she needs fresh air and actual activity.= 

NEPETA: :33 < bluhhhhh fine if purr so tired we can do that =kicks legs a little and flicks her tail=

PORRIM: Great. -gives the tail gently tugs before releasing her so she can stand.- 

PORRIM: Would it be too much to suggest we hit the showers? Because I'm going to anyway.

NEPETA: =Jumps a bit at the tug to her tail and jumps up as she's released. She thought it would be a water break or something but Porrim seems done for the day= 

NEPETA: :P/ < bluhhh if mew want to be boring =POUTS..... considers... eh. Maybe she can bite her or something while they're in there. Or she could shake her dusty coat on Prrom after she finished..... choices..... but she'll make up her mind on that later and groans dramatically the whole way.=

PORRIM: I'm always bo+ring. -believe her, she isn't EXACTLY done with nepeta... she leads her into the showers connected to the gym and promptly starts undressing once she's inside.-

NEPETA: :33 < meowst of the time! i can give mew that at least! =Just kicks off all her things. She's sweat a fair amount but there's still some dust and little rolls of dirt mixed with sweat that fall off her. There's the lines of plated silver that trail up her spine from her tail. Ports that were given the extensions that were meant for them on the side and of course her multitude of old and newer scars on this dirt naked kitty=

PORRIM: -pulls at face at how dirty she is.- I'm surprised yo+u do+n't have a clo+ud o+f dust emanating aro+und yo+u. 

PORRIM: -but she's an expert at this sort of thing. she brandishes her weapons she drew from her sylladex before she stripped of everything... a scrub brush, body wash, hair care. she's going to smell like a FLOWER by the time porrim is done with her. beckons for her to follow into the stall with her.-

NEPETA: =Hisss.......= 

NEPETA: :33 < what do mew have against purrsonal scents =BATS the body wash out her hand in passing, BLEH=

PORRIM: - :unamused: - 

PORRIM: What do+ yo+u have against perso+nal hygiene? -leans down to pick up the body wash again, tucks all this under her arm and goes to turn on the water.-

NEPETA: =stares up into the water, its cold at first but she's just that hardcore.= :33 < pawrtificial smells are gross that's why i hate a lot of purrfumes and other dumb things it doesn't smell like a spurring breeze! 

NEPETA: :33 < AND the names pawre dumb = pretentious voice= ocean mist .... ppbtbbtbtbbtbtbtbt =raspberries in disapproval=

PORRIM: And I suppo+se Eau de Cat Funk is better. -comes up behind her and dumps that shampoo into nepeta's hair. AGGRESSIVELY MASSAGES SCALP.-

NEPETA: =BBLARRGGHHH, she's shruggs up her shoulders and scrunches away= :33 < its naturally clawppealing!

PORRIM: Ho+ney, the wo+rd is repelling. -scrub scrub- PORRIM: Hm... -hums thoughtfully.- 

PORRIM: Yo+u kno+w, as much as I lo+ve to+ banter abo+ut yo+ur weird sto+nk, we haven't had much o+ppo+rtunity lately fo+r any real co+nversatio+ns, have we? -this is sounding dangerously like she's about to get real.-

NEPETA: =Mnng-ing cat noises, shrinks more.... the door is probably shut but she could try to crawl over the stall=..... 

NEPETA: =Turns to Porrim and lifts arms, drapes on her to also distrupt the scrubs= :33 < i came in here to meowstly bite mew does that count as real pawlk? >:((

PORRIM: That so+unds mo+re like a deflectio+n. -frowns as her scrubs are interrupted, but finds a way to reach around again and scrub some more, albeit awkwardly.- 

PORRIM: I was ho+ping yo+u wo+uld share so+me o+f yo+ur experiences fro+m when we were scattered all o+ver the US. 

PORRIM: Yo+u might no+t have no+ticed... But yo+u've been pretty scarce since then.

NEPETA: :PP < its pawlled being sneaky! but i got some steak furrom a weird horse 

NEPETA: :33 < dirk got hurt but he was ok... um. it was meowstly pawlot of driving

PORRIM: Yeah? That's all? -the most skeptical tone-

NEPETA: =casts a glance up at Porrim though her expression falls to a more neutral one as she speaks again= 

 NEPETA: :33 < if that was pawll and mew knew that was all there was to it mew wouldnt be picking at me like a bad wedgie =Furrows eyebrows= 

NEPETA: :33 < it was dumb what meowre do you want me to say pawbout it? >:/(

PORRIM: Well... I was ho+ping yo+u co+uld tell me that. PORRIM: Yo+u kno+w, in case there are things yo+u wanted o+r needed to+ say, but needed an excuse to+. 

PORRIM: -baps her on the top of the head.- Instead o+f bo+ttling it up like a big dummy.

NEPETA: =Was she bottling? Maybe.... though it was how she handled a lot. It was how she handled a lot of her things. How she handled the general coming back up. Seeing her friends the first time, now them again and Tavros leaving and they did agree Durgah go with them but.... it still wasn't... a good feeling= 

NEPETA: =Is bapped then pouts at Porrim= 

NEPETA: :33 < bluuhh ...my old furriends were depurrogrammed by equihiss 

NEPETA: :33 < but there was anofur me kind of me, shes dead meow but they made me anyway so pawll i did was leave them behind when he purropbably couldve... escaped togefur? 

NEPETA: :33 < a lot of things are dumb right meow so im not pawttling im 

NEPETA: :// < mmm... purrocessing

PORRIM: -nods along as she listens, rubbing her fingertips in nepeta's hair.- 

PORRIM: Just so+ lo+ng as yo+u kno+w yo+u do+n't have to+ pro+cess alo+ne. 

PORRIM: As anno+ying as yo+u are... I'm still here fo+r yo+u in whatever ways yo+u need.

NEPETA: :33 < mnnngmnmgnngm =buries face in her chest and gurgles but nods. She feels weird. Bad weird, the tip of her tail shakes then flicks before she nips at Porrim.= 

NEPETA: =side scritches also=