#We'll Face Ourselves

[forkanna]

WARNING: NSFW again, including the butt.

This is it, the grand finale to my Persona 4 extended universe! I honestly do believe I'm through and have no more to say, even though I've certainly enjoyed my time here. Hope the little cameos make up for the long waits between chapters. Thanks to all of you for reading this far; it means the world that you came along with me on this journey into a bizarre crackship. To anyone who read my previous work, as well, I appreciate you doubly.

See you all soon! Jessex

PS: Watch for me to start publishing something that isn't this or FTF very soon~

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                                         GOLDEN EPILOGUE

Jetlag had become the enemy. Every time Rise landed anywhere, she felt like she lost an entire precious week of her lifespan — gone into the ether. Loving her life and her work didn't instantly replenish her energy reserves; she still had to take time to breathe and see to her physical and mental health. That was almost another full-time job on top of her actual full-time job.

But this time, she had some excitement to keep her from succumbing to the lack of energy. Yes, she also had a nap on her private jet and the espresso she slammed down at the airport, but those weren't the elements most responsible for her good cheer.

That was waiting for her in the hotel room.

"Ma'am, please don't walk too far ahead," said the beefy American on her lefthand side.

"WHAT?" she said loudly. Then she cleared her throat. "I… sorry, I am… still learning?"

"Please walk slow enough for us to protect you adequately."

"We are slow together," she confirmed with a sigh. "Okay."

The other guard, a Japanese woman who had been part of her team on the road for some time now, answered in their native language, "So your lessons are still at a standstill, Kujikawa-san?"

"Oh, shut up. I can't speak this clunky, round language!"

"It's… 'round'?"

"Nevermind! Just, like, tell him that they aren't getting off the elevator; you know the drill."

"Not very well, ma'am. I can count the number of times you two have had hotel meet-ups on one hand. But yes, I remember how it was handled last time. Don't worry, we'll work on making it a smoother transition and informing the local teams."

"Good, thank you," she sighed. "I'm sorry, I just… we only have two days-"

"I know," she said gently, laying a hand on her shoulder. "Let me just get you checked in so we can move upstairs soon, alright?"

"Thank you. What would I even do without you?"

"Hopefully we don't have to find out. Well… not yet."

"Huh?"

"Nothing. Just wait here."

While her bodyguard moved toward the front desk, she hung back at the elevator with the big jock. He moved to stop a well-dressed woman carrying a garment bag who was approaching — but she quickly shushed him. "Let her to me!"

"What? Let her what to ya?"

"Just…" Frustrated, she turned back to the other woman and asked in Japanese, "Help! How do I tell him who you are or whatever?!" The woman told her, so she turned back to the brute and said, "Yes! This is a woman with my clothes!" He sighed irritably and stepped back from where he had been standing between them. Shaking her head, she stepped closer and whispered, "Thank God, someone else who doesn't speak Yankee!"

"Japanese is still my second language," the tall blonde chuckled with a wide smile as they embraced. "How are you holding up? You look a little tired."

"Good, I'm good. It feels like it's been so long!"

"It has, it has. Almost three years — more than three years? Good God, you look wonderful."

Giggling, she led her over toward the bar — just a natural instinct. Even though she was anxious to get to her room, she couldn't very well miss this rare chance to catch up with an old friend. "You had to have seen me plenty of times on the news."

"It's not the same. But I always love getting your emails." As they sat at the bar, she lowered her voice to whisper, "Everything okay with you and…?"

"Pretty good. I mean, as good as can be expected."

"That sounds serious." When the bartender came over, she said, "Scotch and soda. And…?"

"Soda and cranberry," she said with a slight protrusion of her tongue. Behind her hand, she whispered, "Still not quite twenty-one. Which is silly; I'd be old enough in just about any country besides this one…"

"Don't worry about that so much. Honestly, drinking is a demon that never quite hops off your back for far too many people; just enjoy that it's not an issue for you." Once their drinks had arrived, she handed over a card.

"Just these or are you starting a tab?"

"Just these."

"Good. I'll ring you up right away, Miss McBride."

Nodding to him in thanks, she turned back as she adjusted her square-framed glasses and smiled at Rise. "I won't keep you too long tonight — I know what it's like to want to just fall into bed. But if you have time tomorrow, or after the show…"

"You really missed me, huh?" When the woman only shrugged, she stared down at her knees. "I, u-um… you're so much older and cooler than me. Yeah, yeah, I'm a pop idol, but it's a different thing. So it's hard for me to accept that you even care, even if we have kept in touch; sitting in front of my phone or my laptop, I can kinda forget how badass you are, and it's like you're just another girl I went to high school with."

"I don't know if I'm flattered I seem so young online, or insulted that I seem so old in person."

"Whaaat? NO! Ohmygosh, I didn't mean it like- I'm so sorry!" She covered her face with her hands and said in a much more muffled tone, "Ughhh, I thought being an adult would make me less dumb around you!"

With a casual laugh, the older woman reached out to tuck a lock of hair behind Rise's ear before pulling her wrists gently away until her rosy face came back into view. "You are never dumb. I think I'm just Mommy."

"Huh? You aren't my mom. Trust me, she's terrible." In spite of her best efforts, that situation had not improved much. But at least they were still trying.

"No, no, I meant that y- nevermind. My point is, my age probably subconsciously intimidates you, even though I haven't made any advances since that initial meeting. But if we spent more time together, that might fade. Not that we'll get the opportunity."

Frowning, Rise accepted the non-alcoholic beverage that was set down in front of her. "Yeah… my schedule is pretty tight. But I still wanna try! Okay? A-and I'll see you at the show, at least, right? Or… do you have to go?"

"I'll be there," she promised her with a small smile, not entirely devoid of warmth. "But you got that dress — be careful with it. I'll see you tomorrow night."

"Thanks," she breathed, pulling her in for a tight hug. Trying not to think too much about how nice it felt. For the past few years, she felt like she was getting steadily gayer, even though there had never been anyone who had the power to pull her into a situation she couldn't handle. "See you, Lady K."

"SHHH!" she warned her. "I don't want that getting around. Take care, Risette."

"Rgh. I don't use that anymore."

"And I don't use 'Lady K' out in the real world. Point made?" When Rise nodded as she pulled back, looking like a chagrined kid, the sometimes-dominatrix laughed softly down at her. "Good. Have fun tonight."

"Oh, there's no doubt I will!"

Once she parted company with Lady K, the security team helped her upstairs into the room now that she had a key. Her stomach was doing backflips; she couldn't wait to get in there. She stepped off with her bodyguard as the other security member nodded to them and rode back down; it was his job to stake out the lobby now that he had escorted her this far.

"Secure. Use your card key and let me in first."

"Come on, it's really not that serious… but fine, fine."

The intensely serious woman unlocked the door, drawing her gun at the same time. Rise still felt a thrill of dread every time she saw that; a few stalking scares had made it impossible to completely dispense with this type of precaution. But they only got a few steps into the room before-

"God, you know I'm in here; is this really fucking necessary?"

Before her bodyguard could even fully lower her firearm, Rise was practically leaping out of her sneakers and sprinting across the penthouse to throw herself into Ai's arms, tossing the garment bag containing a dress worth several thousand dollars away like a used paper towel. Her partner looked as flawlessly beautiful as ever — moreso, somehow. Each time they saw each other, she felt like her bold eyes grew bolder, her sweet lips prouder yet softer. Everything about her aged like a fine wine, getting richer and more inviting. Of course, it had only been a few years, but nothing had changed.

"Yes," her guard snapped. "There's an unknown person on premises; we can't be too careful."

There was someone else in the hotel room. Rise hadn't noticed immediately because her tunnel vision for her girlfriend was so bad.

"I was just leaving," laughed the redheaded American as she popped up from the couch. "Catching up with my old CHUM!"

"Wow, Erica, your Japanese is getting better!" Rise observed with a big smile. "That's amazing!"

"Yep! I've been practicing since I heard Ai was hitting town." Then she switched: "How is your English getting? Can you understand me?"

"U-uhhh… yes, I can understand. But I cannot say… good… words? My talking is bad."

"What did you eat today?" her bodyguard asked, more out of habit from all their practice than anything. She was still checking the bedroom and the kitchen, behind curtains.

"Eat delicious banana. Oh — I eat it?" Then she grunted and deflated before lapsing into Japanese again. "Yeah, I'm terrible."

"You also really mangled 'delicious'," Erica giggled as she pulled Rise in for a big hug, lifting her off the ground. Still so tall and strong! "But you did great! Really, you're getting there, and I'm so proud of you, girl!"

"Thank you," she said in a strangled voice until she was put down.

"Let her breathe," Ai chuckled, putting a hand on both their shoulders. "I'll for sure hit you up tomorrow, Erica. I can't believe you came all this way!"

"Well, it wasn't just for you, but yeah, I couldn't miss this chance to see you guys!" She kissed them both on the cheek before skipping toward the door. "And I swear I didn't steal anybody's passport!" she yelled in the bodyguard's general direction.

"Perhaps not. But the guards downstairs will still frisk you."

At that, the boisterous ginger yelped and put her hands on her hips. "No way! They frisk and they GET frisked! Or… something- whatever!" Then she waved with a huge grin at her friends. "You kids have a nice time! Don't do anything I wouldn't do!"

Then they were alone with the guard. Rise knew what she wanted was alone time with her girlfriend — the love of her life. The one who completed her and left her feeling like she was missing a limb every day they spent apart. There was one more thing to take care of first, however.

"Um… do you mind if we have a little privacy? Like we discussed?"

The woman's severe features turned quite weary as she holstered her firearm again. "Very well. You know I don't like this; it makes my job much more difficult. But Ebihara-san and I always have your best interests at heart, so…"

Ai nodded. "Damn right. Looking good, by the way."

"Thank you," she said with a tight smile, reaching to touch her own face and neck briefly — as if she couldn't resist doing so. "It's been nice having a safe space in which to recover and also pursue gainful employment."

"Wow, are you reading off your resume?" Rise giggled.

"However, I still…" She took a deep breath, turning away so her silvery hair hid her face. "I will leave you two to your evening together."

"No, wait. What is it?" When she just shook her head, the pop star's brow furrowed and she moved closer to the bodyguard.

"It's cool," Ai added as she joined them. Their guard was clearly becoming more anxious and claustrophobic, even if she was good at hiding it. "You know we've got your back. So whatever the issue is, like, we'll take care of it. And fuck whoever was the problem."

Shaking her head, she told them both, "No, no one is the problem. It's just… I have come to the difficult decision that I will resign from my commission at the end of this tour."

Rise's face fell. "Oh."

"Don't worry, I'll train my replacement. I wouldn't leave you without adequate protection; that's unacceptable, and I would be failing in my commission if I didn't make sure you'll continue to be kept safe, even after I'm no longer by your s-"

"It's not that! We just… we'll miss you. Wow, it's like the end of an era…"

While Rise was trying not to succumb to her heartbreak and start sniffling, Ai asked her, "This about family shit? I know that was a big part of why you didn't go home right afterward."

"Yes, exactly. I've put off following in my father's footsteps for long enough, and… and I'm worried about my sister, growing up with no one to watch over her. Even if she's typically been very capable and level-headed, she's still young and I am shirking my big sister duty to help guide her future."

The other two women embraced her tightly. After a few seconds spent stiff as a board, she finally relaxed and embraced them back. Rise knew she was probably thinking things like "breach of protocol" and "irrational emotional displays", but was happy that she could push through.

"I appreciate the support," she sighed, voice tight with suppressed tears. "And I will always be grateful that you gave a newly-transitioning woman such important work, but… to everything there is a season, or so they say. Private security has been good to me, but I want to make a bigger difference in law enforcement. For myself and our family."

"They do say that," Ai sighed, pulling her in for another hug. This time she didn't resist nearly as much. "But that doesn't mean we won't miss you. Don't be a stranger."

"We'll see."

"No, no we won't!" Rise pouted. "We're not gonna 'see' if you can get up off your butt and call once in a while! You will! Right? Please?"

With a reluctant smile, the bodyguard pulled out the noise-cancelling earbuds from her jacket pocket and held them close to her ears. "Of course. Remember to tap my left shoulder if you need anything else, so I won't assume you're a threat. Until then… enjoy your time together. I know how precious little of it you have."

"Thanks, Niijima-san. For literally everything."

"Of course, ma'am."

Once her bodyguard had her earbuds in and was sitting in a chair by the front door of the suite, looking like she was ready to stake it out for days if necessary, Rise took a deep breath and turned back to her girlfriend with a big grin. "Okay. Fuck me."

"Calm the hell down," she laughed with a smile just as wide, pulling her closer by her forearms. "We have plenty of time to just hang out. Also, I'd like to not do this right next to the bodyguard. Might get her all hot and bothered."

"Shhh!" she half-cackled as they headed over to the couch. She noticed Erica had been drinking sparkling water; her lipstick stains were all over the mouth of the bottle, and Ai wasn't wearing any. "But this is what I have been dying for like, the last six tour dates… I don't know if I can keep this up."

Ai frowned a little as she reached over to comb her perfectly-buffed fingernails through her lover's hair. "I know. It's rough sometimes, but… at least we can video chat, and text. And then there's days like these."

"The best days."

"Yeah," she breathed before leaning in to kiss her cheek. "So quit your bitching. An international pop star has to make sacrifices."

Rise couldn't help laughing aloud. She also couldn't help glancing over at her security personnel, just to check if she heard the noise, but she acted as if she hadn't, at the very least; that was good enough. They both had to get used to that now, and more or less had already. It was just still weird that it was part of her reality.

"Not 'international', wow. I have one single that made the charts here! ONE!"

"For five weeks."

"Y-yeah, but like, shut up," she wound up giggling as her cheeks turned pink. Anyone else could talk her up about it and she would just blow them off, but when her girlfriend did it, suddenly everything was a big deal.

"Never," she sighed as she pulled Rise into her lap. All the way into it — one movement, fluid and confident. They had grown so used to each other, their ways and habits, that things like that came easy now. A rhythm similar to the songs Rise sang — that she was finally beginning to help compose instead of relying solely on her staff of producers and songwriters — that pervaded her soul and dictated her every move. Ai even seemed to catch the same waves, despite not being in the industry whatsoever.

No, she was in a completely different industry. Which reminded her… "How's it been going here? Did anyone get mad that you moved your show?"

"Ugh," Ai grunted, settling in with her arms around her girlfriend's waist. "You thought the bitches in Japan were divas? They have nothing on these whores out here. I almost got into a fistfight yesterday."

"No!"

"Swear to god. Like, this model said she didn't like my designs and that they seemed last season, and I told her she didn't have to have taste, she just had to wear my shit well. Bitch tried to grab for my hair! It's my fucking show, what the hell was she thinking? I would claw her eyes out and never break a nail."

Throughout most of that story, Rise had been sitting there with her mouth hanging open in shock. "Excuse me? Where is this little twat? I will claw her eyes out myself!"

"Don't worry, I took care of-"

"That's my girlfriend she threatened, she doesn't get to do that!"

With a small, truly happy chuckle, Ai pulled the popstar a little closer so she could kiss the side of her neck. "I love the fuck out of you, slut."

Rise couldn't help pouting a tiny bit. "Not a slut. You know there's nobody but you."

"Me and Lady K." When Rise already began to roll her eyes, she said firmly, "This isn't about you using her company's designs and not mine, either. I understand that you don't want to show favoritism. I'm kidding anyway."

"I use your designs all the time…"

"Which we all appreciate." Her tone had taken on a patient quality that made Rise feel a little bad, but she was committed to the pout now.

"Okay, I'm sorry. Just don't be mean about Lady K. Kay?"

"Kay-kay," Ai teased with a smirk as she caressed up and down Rise's back through her silk blouse. This had factored heavily into her decision to actually wear that particular garment; she just wanted to give Ai immediate access once they were together.

"Shush, jerk."

"Do you want this jerk to carry you into that bedroom so we can get started?"

"Absolutely," she sighed as lips went back to her neck, and her heart fluttered. "You have no idea how bad I'm dying for it… it's been so long…"

As she stood with Rise in her arms, prompting a little squeak, Ai purred, "I might have some idea. Like, I've been just as bad. But unlike you, I at least remember how to use my hand."

Rolling her eyes, she sighed and said, "You really just can't let that one go." The pointed silence prompted her to elaborate, "I don't like it! I don't know, it's weird, I… it's just so much better when it's you, and you know I don't really like to settle for less than the best."

"I know, baby." Ai was so strong now; once upon a time, the thought of building muscle mass had sent her into a dysphoric panic, but being so well accepted by Rise and their friends had helped her accept that she could be a strong woman. That and her hormones doing their job, of course.

"Not that Chie doesn't keep telling me I need to."

"How is Officer Bean-Flicker?"

Rise giggled as she was tossed casually onto the bed, bouncing slightly and windmilling her legs for stability. "She prefers Officer Muff-Diver. But um, she's good; says she and Yukiko are trying to find a house!"

"Whoa, really?" Ai asked as she pulled out a little black bag from within the contents of her floral print suitcase. "I thought they would just keep staying at the Amagi Inn. I mean, it's gonna be theirs and all."

"Yeah, um… her mom is still being kind of weird about that. I think she still believes they'll eventually break up and find husbands. But at least she hasn't said she's not giving it to Yukiko anymore; that's not anything they have to panic about."

Ai grunted as she began to undress. "I can relate. But like, at least your grandma likes me okay, and Dad loves the fuck outta you."

"Your dad is really sweet," Rise agreed with a big grin. Should she take her socks off? Ai hated when she kept them on in bed, but she had been in them all night and all day, on multiple flights. Maybe she was just being silly. Rolling her eyes at herself, she kicked them off. "I think the only thing he doesn't like about me is that I didn't take the name Ebihara."

"Well, why would you? We aren't officially married; we don't really have that in Japan."

"Yeah. I mean, we applied for the partnership license; we haven't been rejected, Chie and Yukiko already have theirs, Kanji-kun and Naoto-kun do too… but I know it's not the same."

Her girlfriend shrugged as she kicked her panties at Rise's head, making the latter giggle again. "It sucks but that's how the world is. For now."

"Well, I heard they're working on it here," Rise replied delicately as she looked respectfully at her lover's body. Or not very respectfully at all; she was ready and chomping at the bit to dive in, but just getting to speak with her and play with her was equally wonderful. "Maybe… we should move?"

That stopped Ai in her tracks as she half-knelt on the bed, blinking at the little pop sensation. "You'd seriously consider moving to America? Like… they speak English here."

"Hey, I'm not THAT bad at it!"

"'Eat delicious banana'?" While Rise pouted much harder than before, she snorted and crawled even closer, her bright hazel eyes glittering with mirth and intent. "Though I guess you would learn a lot faster with immersion."

"Alright, well… this has been fun but now I guess I need to find another hotel room."

"Stop," Ai snorted.

"Well, hey, you're bullying me and here I am trying to be all sexy and-"

Her words got cut off by the way Ai pulled her in for a tight hug and a gentle, "Shhhh. Everything is fine. So you're not the greatest with English; you're still the most amazing woman I have ever known in my entire life, you dumb cunt. So quit your whining."

Shaking her head, she rolled her eyes as she forced herself to focus on the positives. More than anything else, it was the way Ai had slipped that extremely sweet compliment in with that salt and ridicule. Still amazing after all those years. But instead of just taking it lying down, she pounced on her partner and pressed her back down into the bed, straddling her as she pinned her arms down at her sides.

"May I help you?" Ai grunted with a slight smirk.

"I wanna ride you. Is that cool?"

"Mmm, that's not how this works anymore, baby."

"No — no no, that's not what I meant."

It took a moment for the penny to drop. "Oh. I, uh… well, yeah, actually that would be amazing. I need to before the night is over, anyway."

"Of course, yeah. Sooo… I can?"

"Ugh. You look like you're about to get cotton candy, not fuck the shit out of me."

"There's cotton candy?!" Of course, all Rise got for her trouble was being tickled a lot and she wound up flailing all over the place, crying with laughter. When she couldn't take it anymore, she started squealing, "I'LL PEE! STOP, STOP, I'M GONNA PEE ALL OVER!"

Now being the one pinned, Rise looked up when the laughter faded to see an angel grinning down at her… and just looking so beautiful that she couldn't stand it. She leaned up to crash their lips together, ignoring the surprised squeak as they enjoyed this long-delayed moment, letting it wash over them while they lay in each other's arms.

"Somebody feels ready," Rise whispered, sliding her hand slowly down Ai's stomach.

"Mmm, always with these grabby hands. Such a slut." She dug her nails in momentarily, prompting a hiss of pain. "Ooh, is that supposed to be some kind of punishment?"

"Not for you, masochist." Then she hit home…

"Nnhh… careful, that was really expensive…"

Giggling, she set a decent pace as she gently turned their bodies until Ai was on the bottom again. All she had wanted was to make her common law wife feel good, to get her body singing as loudly and strongly as she did at every performance across the globe. "Hey, I know that as well as you do. Mostly because you kind of couldn't make any money while you were recovering; I had to become your sugar mama."

"WOW," Ai burst out, a little breathily as she rolled her hips into the touch. "Y-you don't… mmmhhh… don't be a dick…" Though an instant later, her eyes fluttered open again and she smiled up at her. "You already know… I'm never going to be able to repay you. So stop lording it over me."

"No, I'm teasing you for acting like I wouldn't know. There's a big difference." And as she slipped a finger into her girlfriend's wetness, she leaned down to whisper into her ear, "Money well spent, as far as I'm concerned."

That moment gave way to simply enjoying each other. Rise in particular loved hearing the new noises she could prompt from Ai now that they had reached this later stage of their journey; the fear was gone, the discomfort and the uncertainty had long since faded. Now it was just the woman she loved sounding like the woman she loved, free to be herself without inhibitions. Just as she would have wanted regardless of what steps were necessary to achieve it, or if any were taken at all.

"Can I get you there today, baby?"

Ai chuckled breathlessly, entire face flushed. "Magic eight ball says… signs point to 'yes'!" And that "yes" was definitely one of pure pleasure. Sometimes Ai couldn't quite achieve orgasm; that was the unfortunate trade-off. But that didn't seem to dampen her spirits one bit.

Not to mention they still had so many nights like these. When scheduling didn't keep them apart.

"Mmhhh, fuck, I'm so close! Rise!"

"Do you need something bigger?" she purred without slowing down.

"No, no, just… just you!" Her back arched as that big O inched closer and closer.

Which meant the diva would rise to the challenge. She could count on one hand the number of times she hadn't been able to send her lover into fits of passion — and all of them had followed her procedure. The learning curve presented a unique challenge. Now she was thrusting two fingers in and out of Ai at a near brutal speed, reassured by the moans that she wasn't going too fast, being too rough.

There they were. A few more poundings, a little more attention to that well sculpted clit that she was growing to love dearly, and her supermodel fashionista girlfriend came as hard as she ever had, clutching the sheets for stability despite how futile it was. Rise had come close to climaxing herself just from watching the show a few times. It was her favorite thing.

When Ai was finally through with her aftershocks, she lay there sweating and smiling up at her — the most adorable girl in the world. Her lips twitched as if she were going to say something, but she was too overcome with pleasure and wrung out from exertion.

"Mmm, is that supposed to be 'thank you'?" Rise asked. Ai nodded, and Rise couldn't help but giggle as she reached her free hand up to caress over her warm cheek.

"Uh… huh." Licking her lips, she finally managed to reach up and hold the hand against her face. "You… gimme a few minutes and…"

"You don't have to," she laughed softly. "I just want you to be happy."

"No… just… get me a water? And I'll…"

So Rise started to get up. But on the way, she made sure to take her fingers into her mouth, cleaning them thoroughly in full view. Ai's smile did widen a little, even though she still hadn't recovered her wind enough to do much better than that.

While she fetched a refreshment for her paramour, Rise reflected on everything they had been through. It felt like so much… yet sometimes it still felt as if it had been yesterday when they first started sniping at each other, fighting for supremacy in Yu Narukami's eyes. Not that he ever truly wanted to date either of them; she saw that clearly now. He was a dear friend they all needed at the time and they were all changed for the better because of his impact on their lives. Even though he was the only old friend Rise hadn't kept in touch with…

But she didn't care to feel melancholic and wistful right now. She just wanted Ai.

"Thanks," Ai sighed when she was handed one of the two bottles of Aqua Balance in her girlfriend's hands, immediately chugging half. "Pahh! Whew… that's better."

"Good," she giggled before taking another small sip. She wasn't winded at all; just had a few sore muscles in her shoulder from slamming fingers into Ai over and over.

"I'm very down to fuck you senseless, babe. Now that I have breath back."

Rise grinned. "That's okay. I'm happy making you happy, you know that."

"No, I'm no fucking pillow princess. So do you wanna sit on my face, or should I get…?"

"Oh, Inmo-ko-chan?" Rise's old nickname for one of Ai's pubes had been transferred onto something else. "You sure you're not too worn out from me hitting you in the sweet spot?"

"Nah, I'm good. Just trying to feel out what you need."

"Hmmmm…" Rise thought it over, glancing at the bag her girlfriend had produced earlier and yet remained unused thus far. "Can I think about it while I sit on your face?"

Trying to smirk but grinning in spite of herself, she muttered, "Wow, how am I supposed to give you any input if my mouth is covered?" At Rise's pleading look, she rolled her eyes and let out a long sigh as she motioned for her girlfriend to come closer.

"Yay!"

"Uh huh. 'Yay'. You are such a nerd sometimmmph!"

Having her face sat on did preclude her ability to keep speaking. Not that Rise's teasing ended there. "What was that? I'm a nerd? Which one of us keeps trying to look up Ritsuko Kurosawa to get an autograph?" At the strangled noises from between her thighs, Rise shivered and tried not to pitch forward as she laughed, "Well, you do!"

Not that Ai didn't start eating her out for all she was worth. After a few more rolls of her hips, she decided to do something that would give her lover a little thrill. Taking a breath to stabilise herself, she drew her focus together — this wasn't all that difficult. She just had to put herself into a performance mindset so she could sing in spite of the exertion her girlfriend was causing; she had performed under more challenging circumstances.

"Totsuzen no kissu ya… atsui manazashi de…"

Oh, that prompted the most adorable moan of interest from beneath her. Out of the corner of her eyes, she noticed the movement; Ai's thighs were twitching together with renewed interest, despite having gotten off so recently. That was both hot and adorable. So she kept going, singing while her hips shifted forward and backward, enjoying the attentions of that eager mouth.

"I'm just playing games, I know that's plastic looove! Dance to the plastic beat, another morning cooomes!" What an appropriate word. Right when she reached the end of the song, she climaxed hard all over those flawless features she was seated astride, back arching and face pointed toward the hotel suite ceiling in exultation. It was so good and she couldn't believe the reason — even if it had been her own damn idea.

Once she moved to the side and grabbed her water again, she saw Ai slowly sit up and stare at her with a semi-shocked expression. It was so rare to see her girlfriend caught off guard that she found it incredibly endearing; she almost looked innocent, even if she was far from.

"Wha… did you really just… Mariya all the way to cumming?!"

"I did," she teased with a big grin as she recapped the bottle. "Now, are you turned on again and need me to help, or do you want to help me some more?"

"Mmhh, God, don't give me a choice like that. You are so hot right now."

Rise pouted. "Right now? What about before now?" When Ai just rolled her eyes, she broke and laughed, reaching over to hug her closer. "We have that special harness for Inmo-ko-chan. We could, um… take care of both of us at the same time…"

Oh, the way she bit her lip and squirmed. It was a done deal.

The pop star was clapping her hands excitedly as Ai brought out the slick leather harness and began to pull it up her hips. On the inside of the crotch was a crystal blue contraption that would stay inside Ai and hit all her spots just right — so long as the battery power held out, at any rate. And on the outside of the same area was…

"INMO-KOOO-CHAAAN!" she cried out with joy, leaning down to rub her cheek against the flesh-toned little length of silicone. It moved obediently, since it really didn't have any choice in the matter. Ai looked down at her, definitely more bemused than anything.

"You look dumb."

"I look like a girlfriend who missed you," she reminded her with another pout as she reached up to stroke the shaft. "And this was our deal, right? So don't make fun of me."

Another sigh from the fashionista. Even though she still loved their toy, Rise did understand why Ai wasn't all that thrilled about it; she had to have a mold made of her previous equipment, which was mostly funny to Rise but bizarre for both of them, in all honesty. That meant Rise could keep being serviced by that beautiful cock she had come to adore without Ai having to keep it attached to her person; they both got something they wanted. Sort of.

"I know," she breathed, reaching down to comb her fingers through the pop star's fringe. "And I mean, I used to be more mad about it, but… well… I never told you this."

"Hm?" Rise asked as she took the faux-phallus into her mouth, closing her eyes and wishing it tasted as close to her girlfriend's former anatomy as it looked. But at least they had sprung for the double-silicone, so it felt a lot closer to how she remembered.

"About a week after I told you I was ready to, uh… go under the knife… ugh, this isn't the time for this, I'm sorry."

Pulling off, she demanded, "No, no, spit it out. This sounds important."

"Fine. I, uh, walked in on you sobbing on the phone to Yukiko."

"Sobbing? What about? But it's pretty sneaky of y… you…"

Rise finally remembered. It had been some time, but the incident Ai referenced had been when Rise hit a low she hadn't expected to hit. Even though she had been telling both herself and her girlfriend that the surgery was nothing but positive and she was all for it, and completely in her corner…

"I don't know what you had said before that," Ai went on as she sat next to Rise on the bed. "But like, I heard you say you couldn't stand the idea of never being fucked the way I used to fuck you. That it was… like losing part of us, not just of me."

"I was really stupid. Like, this is about who you are, and I was being a brat. It's really embarrassing to think about that now — can't believe you overheard all that!"

However, Ai had already started shaking her head. "It wasn't stupid, and you weren't a brat. Like, if you tried to say I shouldn't do it, then yeah. But it's… I knew you liked my dick, but I never really appreciated…" Ai took a breath, and it was fairly obvious it was to stop herself from crying. "I had some second thoughts."

"NO! No, no no no, oh honey, I never wa-"

"And eventually put those aside," she pushed ahead as she held Rise closer, petting along her hair. "That was when I started looking into dildos that felt like the real thing. And on some site or other, I found the 'make a copy of your own fuckstick' deal we eventually went with."

Rise turned more fully toward her, reaching up to hold her shoulders. "That meant so much to me. But y-yeah, I'm sorry I was crying at Yuki-chan and you, um, heard all that stupidity."

"NOT stupid. I mean, it's stupid you thought that was stupid, but you're not stupid, Risette. Never."

They shared a kiss, got tangled in it completely. Fell into the bed, wrapped legs around other legs. Hips only picking up speed as their need to comfort each other gradually began to reach fever pitch. Lying on their sides, she felt Ai raise her leg as she began to pound her so well that her mind went blank, filled with nothing but love and pleasure for the time being. A welcome respite from the rigors of a world tour.

"Is… is there anything else you need, babe? Spankings, or…?"

"No… well… mmhh! This is so fucking good!"

"But you need more," she prompted, knowing Rise well enough to guess that. Too well. "Spit it out, whore, before… we both cum again!"

Smacking her on the shoulder for calling her a whore, she finally took a breath as they came to a stop. "God… you are… like a dog with a bone! But… um… I guess I do want some attention in, um…"

"It's okay," Ai told her in a whisper as she kissed her flushed cheek. Rise felt her eyes watering, and her heart was pounding, and her lungs felt constricted; anxiety reaction. Even after all this time, she still couldn't just come right out and make this simple request from the one person she trusted the most. "All in on your back? Or all fours and a thumb?"

"God… on my back."

"Really? The full treatment?" When Rise just screwed her eyes shut, she felt lips pressing into them one at a time. "Everything is fine. You're fine. I love you, moron; I would die for you. This is an easy 'yes', baby."

"I know," she breathed softly. "Thank you."

And now she was on her back, Ai reaching into the bag for a little lube. By now, they didn't even need to really work her up to anything; she had enough experience with anal play to take it with ease as long as she was properly lubricated and the pressure was steady and gentle.

"You know, I gotta say," her wife sighed as she listened to Rise's little mewlings and squeals, "I never expected you to be the bigger butt-slut out of the two of us. Like, total reversal."

"St-stoooop! Don't… you can't say things like… mmhhh, oh yeah, I missed this! YES!"

Though much like Ai, she also often wondered why being filled back there was so satisfying for her. She didn't even have a prostate! So why? Really, she had long ago given up on actually figuring it out, but it didn't stop her mind from idly wondering even while she was getting her backdoor kicked in.

"Look at you about to cum again," Ai teased a minute or two later as she kept up a relentless pace, slamming into her cheeks so hard and fast that it made a clapping noise on repeat. How offensive! Just the way they both liked it. "You going to use your fingers or are you edging?"

Rise somehow managed to huff through all that whining and squirming. "No! I! I'm not! Stop! Mmhhh…!"

"I could stop… but you don't want me to. In fact, I think you want me to go harder while you tease those pretty titties, girl. Always seem to have a great time th-NH! SHIT, warn a bitch, WOW!"

Desperate for some kind of slight revenge, Rise had turned on the vibrator already inside her girlfriend. She tended to snatch the remote when her attention was elsewhere so she would be ready to get her off. This time, she was very glad she had taken that precaution, because being teased so mercilessly while she was so embarrassed would have made her pout afterward if she didn't retaliate during.

However, she couldn't pretend Ai wasn't right. She slid one hand down to her clit and the other up to an erect peak as her poor ass was punished and pleased in equal measure. Though she had trouble describing the feeling, she hated that she loved it… but that didn't make it any less true.

"You're… gonna pay for that!"

"Wha… for what? Getting you off?" But she didn't get a direct answer; just teeth clamping down around two of her toes. "NO! Nononono, don't bite my feet, I've been walking around all d— don't BITE! EBI-CHAAAAN!"

Of course, the real rub was that it always worked. Though she didn't mind doing this for Ai, for whatever reason having her own feet nibbled both offended and sensually overwhelmed her if done while they were already in flagrante delicto. Otherwise, she enjoyed a good massage or pedicure, and really felt flattered when Ai kissed her toes tenderly. This made her feel like a baby for squealing and squirming all over from something so small.

But Ai knew that. After so much trial and error, she knew to stop biting after the first instant and move to gentle suction, to hum quietly as she got her the rest of the way to a blinding orgasm. Again. It was even longer and harder than the last, and she couldn't see through the veil of tears shrinkwrapping her vision as the world turned upside down thanks to how good everything felt.

Which she also hated. She hated that just about everything seemed to work on her. How annoying.

As she finally began to dwindle back down to earth, she noticed a panting Ai was still flicking her tongue up and down between two of her toes, the smirk in her eyes more than on her lips. Her hips had stopped moving, which she was grateful for; now that the arousal was beginning to fade, it ached more than anything back there.

"Tha… thank you, I… you really…"

"It's okay," Ai said as she gently removed her foot and let her legs slowly fall back to the bed. "Ready for me to pull out? Or do you need a sec?"

"I… I'm okay, you can if… if you're ready."

Oh, this smirk was truly dark. "Doesn't sound like you want me out. You sure you don't want to revisit the idea of a plug?"

"Shut. Up."

Shot down and not at all the kind of person to beleaguer the point, Ai pulled out — prompting a near-scream of mingling pleasure and discomfort. Rise was nice enough to shut off the vibrations after that, and she gave a slight wave as her girlfriend moved off to the bathroom for cleanup purposes. Then she flopped back, limp as a wet noodle as she let the post-coital euphoria settle in.

Perfect. Everything was perfect and glorious. What more could a tofu-heiress international idol ask for?

"Sorry," Ai said when she reentered the room, equipment gone and looking freshly washed up. "Had to pee like a motherfucker afterward. Need me to carry you to the bathroom for that post-backdoor evacuation?"

Immediately, Rise was covering her face with her arm and groaning, "Stoooop, I told you not to kill the afterglow with stuff like that! SO gross!"

"Well, you know you have to, babe. Every fucking time." When Rise kept glaring, she sighed and rolled her eyes. "I'll try to phrase it more delicately for you, your highness."

"Thank you," she said in an equally snooty tone. Then they both laughed at each other. "I'm, um… I'm just really happy, okay? And I wanted to chill out and enjoy the happiness cloud. But thanks for trying to take care of me; you're always so good at that…"

Face full of the softest affection, she sat down by Rise's head and began to pet gently over her hair. "Listen. All I've ever wanted is for us to be happy. Half of us is you, in case you couldn't do that math. If happiness means getting up on that stage tomorrow night and belting it out with Carly Rae Jepsen, then do that shit — own it! Or if you want to take another little break and work at Marukyu, I am with you all the way, bitch. Just let me know."

"Ohhhhh… aww, you're so sweet!" she began sobbing.

"Ugh, cut that out," she scoffed. But when Rise didn't stop after a few seconds, it seemed to occur to her that these were real tears, not theatrics. "Rise… are you sure you're okay?"

"I j-just- I- I love you so much oh my God I can't stand it I love you!"

Once all those words came tumbling out, they wrapped each other up in a tight hug that lasted minutes longer than either of them realized. Of course, the call of nature finally did make it impossible for Rise to stay in the bedroom, so her partner made good on her promise to carry her where she needed to be. They took care of business, cleaned up and changed into night clothes — silky nightgown for Ai, fluffy cotton PJs for Rise — and let the bodyguard know they were going to sleep, so she could take out her earplugs. Finally, they crawled into bed to bring an end to an eventful day for the two of them.

"Hey."

"Mmmh. Yes?"

"Love you, Ebi-chan."

"Love you, too."

"We're gonna be okay."

"Yeah." She let out a quiet laugh. Rise didn't even have to prompt her to explain; she just sensed it would be her next question, and Ai knew that. "So grateful you didn't listen to me."

"Huh?"

"When I told you to mind your own business and leave me alone. If you had listened… I don't know what kind of life I would have had, but it would have been horrible. I would have been alone, and still angry, and… I… you know I love you, but I can never explain how much I… fuck, you're my world! You bitch!"

Huddling close to her trembling, very quietly sniffling lover — rare as that was — Rise Kujikawa kissed Ai Ebihara's tears away, and kept her voice to a soft whisper. Making sure she would know every word was earnest and heartfelt.

"And you're my world, Senpai. Music and Ebi-chan; that's all I'll ever need."

For the next five minutes as they kissed each other goodnight, all the princess and the minstrel could hear was "Purity".

                                     THE END

#We'll Face Ourselves #Saphir de Lune #persona 4 fanfiction #forkanna writes #Ritsuko Kurosawa #Purity #p4 fanfic #jess the writer

[murderballadeer]

fuck all other love duets tbh i only want to talk about in spite of ourselves by john prine & iris dement

#in spite of ourselves we'll end up swingin' on a rainbow... against all odds honey we're the big door prize! #we're gonna spite the noses right off of our faces... there won't be nothin' but big ol' hearts dancin' in our eyes!! #soapbox #how can i keep from singing

[tanoraqui]

Those bulletpoint fics are some of my favorite crossover fics. The Sabriel girl genius crossover is still excellent. Actually all of the girl genius crossovers are my favorite

honestly the Girl Genius Abhorsen AU is probably to this day my favorite crossover fic I've ever written. The Heterodynes being a lineage of Free Magic sorcerers and necromancers who are functionally, accidentally, a bloodline of the Eighth Bright Shiner is just so perfect. The worldbuilding and multi-generational and mythological drama really came together.

#my fic #random anon asks #other favorite college girl genius aus include: the group-made steven universe au #the au where agatha is somewhat villainous and has a harem #the syberpunk/ai au which constancecomment and i made up ourselves #the travically never shared prohibition era mobsters au which constancecomment and i ALSO made up ourselves #and really thoroughly outlined a longfic of in face #one day we'll break down and either write that or at least share the outline #ft. hte first 1 and a half chaters or so ofc

[not-my-circuss]

Since my ex messaged me I've been having dreams about him again. Night before last I dreamt I was in a hot topic(?) With my current bf and someone else and some random dude handed me his phone with my ex on the other line.

Then last night I dreamt we were drifting back together and staying in the same hotel(different rooms) then I called him to say something I dont remember now, and he mentioned being with the girl he cheated on me with irl. So I was heartbroken all over again and explaining this to him and I told him that I was going to "kiss him just to kiss him" without sexual motives but he'd fucked that up.

Then for some weird dream reasons we were in a band together and I had just joined with a couple of my own original songs so I played their songs first then was trying to flip through my journal to have the lyrics to my songs and he just left in the middle of one of them, leaving us without a drummer.

I dont think I saw his face once.

#Dreams are so straannggggge #I guess I didn't see his face because the message he sent irl was anonymous #In life we were careless because we were too focused on ourselves #In my dreams hes just cruel #Ugh #Personal nonsense #I find the “kiss you just to kiss you” line interesting because of the song We'll Never Have Sex by Leith Ross #I put that song on my boyfriend's sweet playlist so huh? #nessa says

[eff-plays]

There's one convo with Astarion that's one of my favorites that I haven't seen mentioned or discussed yet happens (I assume) if you have high approval with him but play a good-aligned character. (This is at 60+ approval, start of Act 2.) It's probably because it's not a romantic cutscene so it doesn't get mentioned as much as the others (or because he's racist in it and some of y'all don't like to acknowledge that he has character flaws), but I think it's vital to his character and to explain his early relationship with a good-aligned Tav.

I would like to break it down a little, step by step. Because we are all cringe here.

First, he claims to feel a connection between Tav and himself, and the reason for this is because he believes he's identified "ambition" in Tav (and I'll explain why he's wrong later, but that's mostly headcanon territory, so we'll ignore it for now).

But, there's also clearly something holding Tav back from realizing their full potential, which is their naivete.

"Just that you ... have a big heart. You like doing what's right."

(The animations and voice acting here make him look and sound so fucking condescending, 10/10.)

However, Astarion doesn't tell them this is wrong, or that he disagrees. He implies it's a flaw, but doesn't state it outright. That's dangerous territory, see, and might predispose them to get defensive and reject what he has to say next.

No, he tries (and fails in my case, but it's cute that he tries, bless him) to manipulate Tav by appealing to that big heart of theirs.

"So I was thinking, what would be the right thing to do when we get to Moonrise Towers? When we come face-to-face with whoever is controlling the parasites in our heads."

"I'm just saying there's an opportunity here. If we can control the tadpoles, we can keep ourselves safe and liberate the world from this evil."

See what he's doing? You like doing what's right, so what would be the right thing to do? We can keep ourselves safe. Liberate the world from evil.

It's very blatant, but he's trying to appeal to Tav's good nature by framing his questionable ideas as something that will benefit the greater good, something that's morally righteous that they would agree with.

And of course, it's incredibly funny when you ask how he thinks you'll do that, and he fumbles and admits he's not a "details person," but it's also revealing.

He thinks he's found in Tav ambition, when all he's actually found is ability. Tav exercises power proficiently, while Astarion does not. If he had the authority they have, he'd let ambition drive his actions, which is why he assumes that's what drives Tav when they exercise their power. A good-aligned Tav has very little ambition, I'd argue, but they have plenty of opportunity to exercise their power, which they do when their hand is forced.

So what Astarion is saying is, in effect, hey, you have power, I have ambition. Will you please use your authority/ability to do what I want? Here's how it'll totally be for the greater good, I prommy.

This is brilliant writing, and I really applaud Larian for managing to walk that fine line of making Astarion so sympathetic while he's literally trying to manipulate the player character. Because when I first got this convo, my thought was both "wow, I adore how blatant and terrible his manipulation attempts are, it's kind of endearing" and "he's so terrified, it's genuinely quite tragic."

If we control the tadpoles, we can keep ourselves safe. This works only somewhat as an appeal to good-aligned Tav, because it could also potentially sound very selfish, especially if Tav is the self-sacrificing sort. So notice how, when he says "liberate the world from evil", it sounds kinda tacked-on, an afterthought designed to bury his main goal, which is keep "ourselves" (i.e. himself) safe. Like, yes, this will keep us/me safe, but if you're not into that, then it'll totally help the world, too! It doesn't quite work, because he still sounds ironic and like he doesn't believe they'd be liberating anything from any evil (work that 10 Charisma, boy), but that's the intent, I think.

Does he want power for power's sake? Yes. Is he gleefully powerhungry? Absolutely. But he's also fucking terrified, and that slips through just a little bit, even behind the smug and confident facade.

He's trying to get Tav, whom he's seen exercise their power over others, to lend some of it to him, so that he may never fear anything ever again.

All of this from a short, smug convo where he admits he's too stupid to figure out how to fulfill his dreams of world domination.

God tier characterization, 10/10.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #astarion #bg3 spoilers #bg3 meta #video #worsties to lovers

[cametotheshowinsd]

Midnights by Taylor Swift || October 21, 2022

What keeps you up at night?

This is a collection of music written in the middle of the night, a journey through terrors and sweet dreams. The floors we pace and the demons we face. For all of us who have tossed and turned and decided to keep the lanterns lit and go for searching. Hoping that just maybe, when the clock strikes twelve… we'll meet ourselves.

#taylor swift #tswiftedit #tswiftgif #midnights #happy birthday midnights!!! #you sexy edgy and insecure little sister #ilysm <3 #userelena #userleah #mv #eras tour

[urfriendlywriter]

things me and my bestfriends have said to each other that would make a list of heartbreaking prompts:

(found family trope but irl haha, feel free to use <3 tag me when yall writee, 1,9,11,13,24 has a spcl place in my heart)

"i don't feel seen at times." "it's not true. i see you, [name], i always have."

"thank you for listening to me, thank you for being here for me."

"i love the family we've found for ourselves :( "

"i want to hug you.."

"you, you can always come to me when you're happy and when you're sad."

"you make me become the best of me." <333

"i can never forget when you did ___, God i almost fell in love with you then."

"no, i don't want to rant-" "no, no, hey, it's okay. rant. I'm here to listen."

"whenever i ask you, you say I'm ok, but whenever you ask me i bare my heart open to you. i just want you to tell me if you're having a hard time so i can lend you a shoulder in silence!"

"just--just come with me, please ! I'll take care of you, please leave that hell hole you call home !"

"it hurts, [name]." in a weak murmur and they just rest their face on your shoulder, leaning on one another as they whisper, "it's okay to hurt. cry if u have to."

"should we just run away from home and live together?"

"you are a good person, [nickname]." ✯

"rant, love, go ahead."

"i was very proud of you. i still am."

"you're the positive blueprint/sunshine to my fucked up life, [name]" (ok but they said this to me while we were both in our LOWEST)

"we were enemies before weren't we?" "yeah, haha, if you were a boy we'd have become lovers!!"

^ "[nickname], are you GAY?? YOU ARE GAY- OMG" "stop it lmao" (all in texts lol)

"i wonder what good i did to deserve you " </3

"how lovely of you :)" "ilysm" "shut up, dude, you're so adorable."

"you are devastatingly beautiful, [name]."

"i can never forget what you looked like at your happiest... you glowed. " :((

"hugs, please :/"

"I'd love to nom nom you TT" (we were acting cute and actually melting)

"we'll become the parents we never had."

"we are walking through this life together, aren't we? let's do so till we are together in the paradise, too."

"you mean a lot to me."

"together, in this world and in the here-after too."

#these things are said by my friends to me or vice versa. and this is MY FOUND family guys. these people are my life and my will for survival #writer prompts #otp prompts #dialogue prompts #romance writing #imagine your otp #writeblr #urfriendlywriter #writing prompts #writing inspiration #angsty dialouge prompts #angsty romance prompts #angsty prompts #angst starter #angst prompts #how to write angst #showing love #soft prompts for lovers #soft dialogue prompts #soft prompts #soft gestures #gestures that gets me flushed #gestures that says i love you #romantic dialouge prompts #romantic tropes #imagine your characters #imagine your ocs #otp writing #otp meme #writing inspo

[cntloup]

Fem!Reader angst, hurt/comfort, mention of miscarriage

"I might be pregnant." you mumble nervously to your husband, fidgeting with your fingers and avoiding his gaze. You didn't get your period and you've been sick every morning the past week. "Dove, did you check to make sure?" Simon asks, starting to feel excited but the heavy weight on his chest doesn't let him. "No, we don't have any baby checks." you reply, head still hanging low, "I-I'll g-go to the drugstore now." he stutters, excitement mixed with gloom, not really knowing how to feel, "Are you gonna be ok while I'm gone?" he asks with worry, "Yeah." you reply weakly. He places a kiss on your forehead, nuzzling the soft skin of your cheeks, his touch lingering, "I'll be ok, Si." you reassure him. He leans in to kiss you, eyes filled with concern locked onto yours for a moment before heading out the door.

The moment he walks out, you see the dark clouds looming over you and feel the familiar tingle in the back of your eyes. Soon after, you break into sobs, overwhelmed by all the emotions prancing around and shifting through you. You've been trying to have a baby for a while now, but unfortunately fate had something else in store for you. You've already gone through two miscarriages. You thought that life was playing a sick, twisted game with you. The wish to have a child and not being able to fulfill that, had your mental health in shambles. But he was beside you every step of the way. He held you tightly in his embrace as you sobbed your heart out. He reassured you that it's ok if you can never have children. He was your rock. Always. But you still felt it deep in your heart that there might be something wrong with you. And that led you to always feel this little tingle of guilt inside and blame yourself. But he would always put an end to that thought at the mere mention of it. It was not your fault. You felt guilty about putting him through all of this. And him not being able to grieve properly because he has to stay strong for you. You felt as though you were failing him.

All of a sudden, there's a buzzing in your ear and your vision is blurry and you struggle to breathe. As soon as he walks through the door and sets eyes on you bawling uncontrollably and gasping for air, he rushes to your side. "Hey, hey, it's ok, love. Just breathe. Like this." he tries to get your attention, taking deep breaths for you to imitate. You focus on the movements of his lips and chest, finally able to get some air in your lungs. He wraps his arms around you, holding you tightly against him and sways side to side to soothe you, "Shh, lovie. It's ok. I'm right here. You're ok." he coos softly against your temple, placing loving kisses on your skin.

"Simon..." you call out to him, voice weak and shaky. "Yes, love?" he pulls away slightly, his gaze soft and filled with worry. He tucks your hair behind your ear, placing his hand on your cheek, softly wiping away your tears with the pad of his thumb, "Is there something wrong with me?" you pout, lips quivering and holding back sobs. He's taken aback, "No, lovie. There's nothing wrong with you. It's just something that happens. It's not your fault." he pauses to take a look at you, his beautiful wife, woeful and suffering. His heart aches at this sight of you and tears start to well up in his eyes, "We'll get through this. I promise. If we can't have a child ourselves, we can always adopt." he adds, kind eyes looking into your tear-filled ones. He tries to pick up the pieces of your shattered heart, and when you look up at him with a smile, he knows he succeeded, at least to some extent. There's still sorrow in your eyes. You will always grieve the loss of your children. Nothing can erase that. "Yeah, sure! We'll adopt." your smile begins to get wider as you wipe away the tears. "Yeah?" he grins, gently cupping your face in his hands, "Yeah!" you nod, giggling. He stares into your eyes with pure love, leans in and places his lips on yours, kissing you tenderly. "I love you." he murmurs into the kiss, "I love you too, Si."

comments/reblogs are greatly appreciated ♥ 

#simon riley #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley x you #cod x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost x reader #ghost riley #ghost simon riley #cod fanfic #ghost cod #cod ghost #ghost call of duty #call of duty #cod mw2 #cod #mw2 #cod modern warfare

[changetyre]

Can you feed me a fic?

Reader being Landos/Oscars gf and she wears something w big boobage so the boobs are unmissable and the bf eyes just don’t leave her cleavage for a damn time and he gently touches them and goes oink oink

Or he gets turned on and they have a spicy time in his drivers room

Or both

Stay hydrated love

One each II LN4 x Reader x OP81 ⓈⒽ

SUMMARY: Your boyfriends were so different to each other but when it came to you they were both a menace.

WARNINGS: Suggestive content...18+? First non smut fic here wow!

A/N: I know the request said one or the other but why limit ourselves like that you know I'm a sucker for poly fics anyways ;) This is short but open to making a part 2 if requested 👀

"You're going to dinner in that?" Oscar asked utter shock audible in his voice as he stared unashamedly at your chest.

"Well yeah, I-" You were about to explain when your other boyfriend walked out of the bathroom.

"WOAH!" His eyes opened wide, a smile forming on his face as he stared right at your boobs.

You'd bought yourself what you thought was a nice fancy dress for the end-of-year McLaren dinner they were going to with your boys, yes it was a little more revealing than usual but you didn't expect the boys to be this shocked about it.

"Come to Daddy." Lando giggled as he approached you with his pointer finger before poking one boob and then the other. "oink oink." He poked each one as he said so.

Lando giggled while Oscar simply rolled his eyes at his man's antics unable to hold back the smile. Oscar was often more serious and reserved while Lando was as immature as they came often saying the first thing that came to mind something that frequently got him in trouble.

"Why are you showing everyone our babies?" Oscar asked this time as he cupped your breasts on each side squeezing them together creating even more cleavage between the slit of your dress.

You weren't even surprised with the boys touching you so much often having a hard time with keeping their hands to themselves but you still found their behavior right now hilarious.

"It's a dinner dress you muppets. Now be sensible and keep your hands off...and eyes up here." You stepped back causing Oscar's hands to fall at his sides yet you still saw how both their eyes kept staring straight at your boobs.

"BOYS!" You clapped in front of their faces making them snap out of their trance.

"aww, but baby." Lando pouted at the fact that you wouldn't let him stare.

"Right, I'm gonna change." You sighed defeated as you noticed even Oscar was having a hard time not staring and he was normally the one with a little more self-control.

"NO!" They both shouted at the same time, Oscar grabbing your hand to stop you.

"No, don't...we'll behave." Oscar tried to remain serious but you saw the little smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Can we at least give you a kiss? One each?" Lando asked, a smirk visible in his face which you knew meant he was up to something.

"Yeah..." You replied unsure of what he had planned.

"Kay." He chirped happily leaning forward, you puckered your lips ready for the kiss but jumped slightly when you felt his lips against your left boob and then your right.

"Lando!" you yelled when you felt his teeth on your right boob.

"My turn." Oscar leaned down kissing your right boob and then your left as you also felt his teeth on your left boob this time.

"BOYS!" You pushed Oscar back quickly running to the bathroom to see the quickly forming mark on each of your boobs.

"What is your problem?" You called out to them coming back out to see them both proudly smirking at each other.

"C, mon let's go to dinner we don't wanna be late." Oscar reached his hand out to you.

"I can't go to dinner with a hickie on each boob!" You huffed annoyed.

"Sure you can." Lando shrugged.

"We have to make sure everyone knows what's ours," Oscar replied.

You felt tingles run through your body in between your legs as Oscar said so, suddenly finding yourself speechless.

"C, mon darling." Oscar walked to you placing his hand around your waist before he pulled you to him giving you a quick yet passionate kiss, feeling as his tongue traced your lips before pulling away.

You didn't even have time to catch your breath before you were pulled to your other side where Lando did the same kissing you as if he was trying to collect the spit Oscar had just left on your lips.

"mhm." You moaned/whined as you felt Lando pulling away.

Your lips were glistening with the spit of both your boys as you stood breathless between them.

"Off we go then." Lando took your other hand while Oscar still held your other as they walked you out, their plan of getting you hot and bothered off to a great start.

Part 2

#f1 x reader #f1 #f1 imagine #f1 one shot #f1 smut #f1fic #formula 1 #changetyre #oscar piastri smut #oscar piastri #lando norris smut #lando norris #lando norris x reader x oscar piastri #polyfic #f1polyfic #f1 poly #oscar piastri x lando norris #op81 x reader #ln4

[slyandthefamilybook]

Why do people hate Jews? Simply put, because we're still here. Jews are one of the oldest continuously existing indigenous groups. We've survived persecution from such ancient empires as Assyria, Babylon, Egypt, Greece, and Rome. We've survived while their mighty walls crumbled to dust and their lives were lost to mythology. We've survived expulsions from practically every country in Europe, most of the countries in Central Asia, and even a few in Africa.

Everything we are is in defiance of every nation on Earth.

We pride ourselves on our communal spirit. We care for each other. We're self-sustaining. We ensure our own existence. Against all odds, we're still here, and we will still be here after whatever hardships we're currently facing. Our oppression has hardened our skin, reinforced our bones. You cannot kill us. Every time you try, it only makes us stronger

It's circular reasoning. People hate the Jews because it's been the thing to do for millennia. "109 countries can't be wrong!" They hate us because we've been hated, they oppress us because we've been oppressed. The irony is the more they try to kill us, the harder we'll fight for survival. The more they try to exterminate us, the more they guarantee our longevity. We will outlive them

#atlas entry #jew #jewish #judaism #jumblr

[forkanna]

WARNING: Still quite NSFW, still involving butt stuff.

NOTE: This particular story is just about at its climax! This is it for the main story, and all that's left is a wee epilogue. It's been a long time coming, I know; I really have intended to keep up with regular posting, but life got in the way, over and over. Hopefully I can make up for it in the future.

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                                                     CHAPTER THIRTY

Extricating herself from Ai's backside had been a little trickier than Rise expected. When Ai warned her that she should definitely pick up the towel, she didn't want to think too much about why — but still did as she was told. Not much came out, but she agreed that it was better for it to land there than on their futons.

Once they had both cleaned up and the device had been left on the bathroom sink, they started making out again before they even achieved their beds. Ai's hand found its way between her thighs and she welcomed it, raising one leg up to let her hit all her spots as deeply and effectively as she possibly could. In the process, she could feel her cock getting harder up against her, but she didn't dare ask her to use it for nature's purpose; that was still a conversation they weren't quite finished with.

Didn't stop her from grabbing onto it and letting their motions jerk Ai, of course. There was a slight grunt when she was first touched but after that, her girlfriend returned her focus to both sets of her lips, worshipping her in a way that no one else ever had. She didn't want them to.

By the end of their intimate encounter, Rise had a great deal more of Ai's seed all over her chest and stomach. She supposed the insistence that it felt different made sense; if stroking her was how she sprayed seed, then assaulting her from the rear without stroking her was unlikely to produce the same result. Oh well.

"That was… amazing," she panted as they gazed at the ceiling, catching their breath.

"It was insane!" Swallowing hard, Ai rolled her neck to smile at her widely. "Holy shit, babe… you took care of me. I mean, not that I doubted you, I just… wow."

Rolling onto her side, she grinned at Ai with sparkling eyes. "So much for us not being each other's firsts."

"Fuck off, God. You don't have to keep making me eat my own words. So rude." But the bashful smile gave her away, and they shared a quick kiss.

"So it was really good? In your butt? I mean, it would be okay if it was just new and you liked trying it out. I just wanna make sure I'm listening to your needs and not just doing what I think is interesting or f-"

"GIRL. I came so hard, are you fucking kidding?!" Seeing Rise bite her lip nervously, she reached up and caressed over her cheek and neck, prompting a shiver. "You did amazing. We, uh… we can't do that every time, I think I'd lose my goddamn mind. But I want it again."

Her face lit up so bright. "Really?!"

"Definitely. I never thought…" She shrugged awkwardly. "I mean, like I said, I always knew that would be where Narukami would plant his flag, I just didn't expect to love it like I do. Am I a butt slut now?"

"I… I didn't even know that was a thing," she found herself laughing. "But if any girl is allowed to want it in the ass, it's girls like you, right? It's not even fair to say it's weird for you like it would be for me."

Ai squinted as she thought that over, pulling Rise in closer so they could cuddle. "Mmm, I dunno if I agree with all that logic, but I appreciate it. And I wouldn't judge you for wanting it in the ass, either, just to get that straight."

"Oh, I don't know. I've never really thought about it, but I don't think… it couldn't feel as good as it does up front, so what's the point?"

"Hmm…"

"What?" She saw the sly expression on Ai's face and raised an eyebrow. "You're plotting something."

"Yeah. Plotting how to get into your ass." Then she held up a hand before Rise could even finish the loud gasp she inevitably made. "As an option, don't think I'm married to it. But if you can literally go down on mine, there's no reason I can't at least mess around down there."

Shaking her head, she struggled onto her hands and knees with some effort. She was tired; mostly because it was late, but getting both herself and her girlfriend off certainly didn't help. "Oh yeah? Well, hey, no time like the present!"

"No time like the preMMPH?!"

Honestly, Ai should have expected her to sit on her face; Rise thought so, anyway. "Take your time!" she called back in a sing-song, resisting the temptation to giggle.

She instantly regretted it when she felt a tongue against somewhere she had never anticipated feeling one a few seconds later. No hesitation; she just went for it! People really did this? She now knew that it wasn't as bad as it seemed, of course, but she still didn't have the slightest clue how she should feel about having that licked. It was… kind of nice, in a way, and bizarre, and uncomfortable, all at once. But she couldn't pretend she hated it.

"Well?" asked a very muffled voice from behind her.

"I-it's, um… I dunno? Very strange." She swallowed down her anxiety and said, "You can do it again if you want; I'm completely fine. Just, um, like, you don't have to push yourself to if yWHOA that is so weird! Ebi-chan!"

The longer Ai spent working on her ass, the less she hated it. Not that she would ever prefer this to having her pay attention around the front; far from it. But it was almost relaxing, in a weird way; even though that tongue tip trying to poke in past her defenses caused her anxiety spikes, knowing this wasn't really dangerous made her release the spikes with almost zero hesitation and go back to enjoying the world's most bizarre massage.

Minutes passed. By the time Ai drew back, she had no idea how long it had been exactly; only that she had been into it enough that she didn't care how long they kept going. When she felt the tongue had gone, she giggled a little and looked over her shoulder, "Tired, baby?"

"Mmm, nah. I just didn't know if I was going… too long." She caressed her thigh and cheek tenderly. "I could handle that. Like, it was a little harder than tongue-bathing you up front, but it could be easier if we practiced."

"Really, it was harder? Why?"

"Well, you were clenching at first."

"I was?!"

Chuckling, she kissed the other ass cheek, and that time Rise felt herself clench; she definitely had been. "Yep. But you relaxed after a while. Then it was just that my tongue started to get tired."

"Ohhh, I see. But I guess you didn't hate it too much."

"Guess not." But when she felt Rise playfully poke her firm length, she sighed. "Again, my fucking red flag waving. I can't catch a break."

"Nope," she giggled. "Does she wanna pick up where your tongue left off?"

"NO. Oh my g- I definitely wouldn't wanna… I mean, you're not ready. I'm not even ready for your pussy! But… maybe, kinda."

Rise felt her shoulders hunch instinctively. "Y-you're right, I'm not ready for any of it, either. Not really. I was just curious how you felt; I really do tease you too much, I guess."

What she did do instead was lean down to take that semi into her mouth. A little hum of interest caressed over her nethers as she started to bob her head up and down. "Rise! Nnhh, don't…!"

"Why not?" she asked when she had pulled off, smacking her lips as she enjoyed her girlfriend's heady flavour. Had she actually started to miss that in the interim?

"It's really sensitive… I…" She cleared her throat, kissing the inside of Rise's thigh. "I think I'm overstimulated. Even though I kinda want it, I don't know…"

"Well…" Rise pushed the very tip of her tongue against the tip of her lover, moving it from side to side to toy with the teensy little slit. The moan was instantaneous. "It's hard to resist when you sound so good back there. But I will resist, if it's what you really want."

Voice full of shame, she bleated, "Goooood, NO! Mmhhh… you make me so hot all the time, you dumb bitch! I cannot stand you!" Yet her hips thrust into the air, trying to chase that playful mouth.

Might as well let her catch.

This time, Ai only lasted a minute or two before she came. Most of the blame lay in how oversensitive she was from the last two climaxes, of course, but Rise's finger playing with her ass at the very end certainly drove her over the edge. She also had to wonder if continuing to stay seated on her face helped things along. Ai certainly wasn't shy about keeping up those attentions; probably just for revenge, but since Rise only found the tongue-bath pleasant rather than overwhelmingly sensual, she didn't mind at all. Just enjoyed the ride.

"Okay, now we really… gotta stop!" Ai panted weakly, unable to move at all.

"Yeah… I… yeah." Rise's clit was burning to be touched again, but she had made a choice to ignore that. Neither of them had a shred of energy left to worry about that, so why bring it up? "Good… I… it was fun, but… mmhhh…"

"You're fun." She managed to move her hand down to grasp Rise's, and she squeezed back gratefully. "Shit… you're going to… ruin me, wow…"

"Me, too… I really… you know how to… w-with your mouth…"

"Eat ass? Yeah… I guess I… learned it from you?" They both shared a laugh.

"Guess so." Licking her lips, which still lingered with the forbidden flavour, she turned aside to kiss the little mole near her girlfriend's hip. "I love you… so much…"

At first, she just heard a quiet hum. She had begun to think for sure that Ai was falling asleep. But then she whispered, "Love you, too, bitch."

They definitely weren't getting up anytime soon.

                                                                   ~ o ~

The rest of the vacation seemed to scream past at lightspeed. Children's Day arrived, and they were heading back to Inaba. Everybody was well-rested and thrilled at having been able to see sights and sounds of somewhere other than that sleepy little town. Yukiko seemed to be most excited about bringing notes on another inn to her parents, but her spirits were as high as anyone else's. Kanji and Chie seemed most excited to get back home. Yosuke was mostly just pouting that he never managed to snag a hot chick's number, but opened himself up to ridicule with that lamentation.

"Guess the girls in Okinawa have the same good taste as the ones back home," Chie laughed as their train bumped along the tracks.

"Wow, jerk," he grumped as he pouted at her. He had been glum most of the trip, or so Rise couldn't help thinking. Maybe it was the lack of female attention; maybe it was something else. Either way, she wished she could do something to help but that definitely did not include actually going out with him. Really, even if she wasn't attached, he was far from her type; she had only flirted with him a few times for sport.

Maybe she was always a bitch and had just been in denial. Should she embrace it?

"It feels like the school year is about to pounce on us," Chie sighed as she redoubled her grip on the overhead strap.

"Mm," Yukiko said. "We are going to have to study harder than ever, and entrance exams will be soon…"

Teddie pouted, looking down at his knees. "Aww, I wanna take exams!"

"Why?" Kanji grunted in annoyance.

"Because everybody else is doing it! I don't want to be the only bear left out!"

Ai leaned over to her girlfriend and whispered, "Why does this dude keep saying 'bear' so often? It's weird." Rise pretended not to hear the question.

"So…"

When Naoto didn't finish that thought, everyone exchanged glances before Yukiko turned back to look at her. "So…?"

"I, um… this is probably not an especially sound venue for this announcement. But I've been giving it a lot of thought; the fortune teller in the Makishi market prompted me toward stating this more firmly. Well, and other recent conversations."

Again, they waited, but Naoto was staring out the window and watching the Japanese countryside flash past with a pensive expression. They all thought they were in the same boat… until Kanji stepped toward her and took her hand, squeezing it gently.

"Hey. You know they're cool; nothin' to worry about."

"Oh!" Rise gasped with a little bounce. "I knew it, I knew it! You are a thing!"

"Huh? No way!" he burst out in embarrassment. It always struck her as especially cute when the hulking tower of a boy blushed that way. "Quit getting ahead of yourself, bitch!"

"Excuse me?!"

"It's alright," Naoto headed Kanji off before he could either apologise or double down on the insult. Instantly, he looked chagrined enough that Rise refocused back on the one making whatever announcement it would turn out to be. "It's a natural guess, Tatsumi. Please keep your mind on the important matters. I…" Another lapse into anxious silence. Even though Naoto wasn't fidgeting much, it was still more than usual — and stood out to her friends.

"They're ready," Ai told her firmly. In a tone that almost suggested she already knew what she was going to say.

"Are they?" She sighed, then nodded resolutely. "They are. These past days have proven they are; thank you."

"Wait, what's this now?!" Chie burst out, glancing between the two of them. "You two been keeping secrets? SO not cool! What are all of us, chopped liver?!"

"Ebihara-senpai didn't need to have foreknowledge. She understands this matter intimately." Naoto didn't waste any more time before blurting out, "I am a detective prince. Not a princess. Please treat me accordingly."

Which didn't clear up enough. "Huh?" Yosuke burst out with a raised eyebrow.

"She's a dude, dude," Ai said bluntly. But her face betrayed she wasn't nearly so cavalier about this situation; there was a sort of fierce pride etched into her noble features as she watched Naoto try not to quail under the stares from their friends. Rise was beginning to get it; her girlfriend felt like she had someone who really could understand her now. That made her wonder if she had ever known any other trans women — or men? That was an interesting notion she just hadn't really considered, that there must be boys out there in the same situation as girls like Ai and Erica. Interesting.

"What are you talking about? That was just like, a stunt to make it onto the police force or whatever."

But Naoto wasn't going to let that slide — not now that she- he had gone through all the trouble of confronting the situation. "It wasn't. I have never really felt comfortable in female clothing, or having female societal conventions expected of me. While I respect women and consider them to be the superior gender in a lot of ways, I… simply don't see myself as one. Never have. So I would appreciate it if you could return to referring to me as 'he' and 'him' as you did when we first met."

As the detective prince took a small bow of appreciation for their listening to him come out, Yukiko and Chie exchanged mystified glances. Yosuke scratched the back of his head. Teddie just looked politely interested but blissfully ignorant, as usual. Rise was much more fascinated by the way Kanji was smiling so softly at Naoto. This was a problem, though, wasn't it?

"So… so you aren't dating?" she asked him very quietly.

"Huh? Oh… nah, not…" He cleared his throat. "I still like him and all, but uh… I dunno. It's weird."

"Kanji, are… you gay after all?" Yukiko asked. Her question may have had all the grace of a baseball bat to the forehead, but her tone was certainly cautious and delicate as it ever was.

"What?! Hey, this ain't about me! Alright? Naoto's tryin' ta tell you guys somethin' important, so fuckin' listen to him! Or I'll pound ya!"

"You lay a finger on Yukiko and you'll have somethin' new to worry about," Chie snapped immediately, putting herself between the two of them. Kanji just growled, and soon they were forehead to forehead, snarling at each other like rabid dogs.

"Down, boy," Ai sighed as she tugged Chie's collar backward. Rise tried to suppress a giggle at which one she had called 'boy'. "And girl." Oh — maybe she was just talking to both of them. "You two are so overprotective you're gonna create fights that don't need to happen. Jesus, it's a miracle this little friend group of yours hasn't already imploded."

"Hey, we're made of tougher stuff than that," Yosuke scoffed. "Like, I still don't get the point of trying to swap genders or whatever, but it doesn't mean you're not friends. Just like those two yelling doesn't make them not friends; just like Yu moving away doesn't mean he's not our friend."

"Huh. Well I guess I'm no expert in friendships, so I'll have to defer to your expertise."

Slinging an arm around her girlfriend's neck, Rise giggled and said, "We'll teach you! I mean, some of us are pretty new to it, too, but we've got a few months of experience on you; might as well show you what we learned."

"I'm not new to it," Chie scoffed.

"Nor am I," Yukiko said reasonably. "But that just means we can help Ebihara-san more, doesn't it?"

Pouting a little, she muttered, "Well… y-yeah, that's true. And I do want to, I… guess."

"You guess, huh?"

"N-no, that's not what I- come on, cut me some slack! All this new stuff is very confusing for me!" Ai chuckled a little at her expense, so Chie shoved her. "SHUT UP!"

"Look, look!" Yosuke interrupted before they could really start slap-fighting. "Inaba's coming up!"

Every single one of them leaned in to press their faces against the window; their car had emptied out just enough that it was possible. Rise couldn't help feeling her heart leap at the familiar sight. Even though at one point, she had wondered whether or not she would ever return to her hometown, her grandmother had drawn her back there. A lot more than family was drawing her this time.

Well, it was family. Some of the members were just newly attained.

"Can't wait to get home and sleep in my own bed," Kanji sighed, stretching and cracking his back.

"Sounds about right, old man," Rise giggled.

"HEY! I'm younger than you!"

"No you're not! We're the same age — except we're not, cuz you're older!"

When she even stuck her tongue out at him, he got so much more steamed — but a single touch from Naoto brought him under control. "Hmph. You get a pass cuz you're a chick. I'd clean your clock if you were a dude."

"I'd like to see you try," she teased. But the threat had passed, regardless.

"I'll be so happy to be home," Yukiko breathed, taking Chie's hand and squeezing tightly as they got closer and closer to the end of the line. "I've missed our room." Nobody called her out on saying 'our room', as conspicuous as that was; they were all a lot more comfortable with how close they had become than they once were. Even if some of them remained blissfully ignorant.

Speaking of which… with a start, Rise leaned closer to Chie so she could whisper, "By the way, before we split up, um… I have a package for you."

"Huh? What kinda package?"

"A package-package. Trust me, it's something you and Yuki-chan are really gonna love. I just don't wanna forget! And you can pay me back whenever."

Completely confounded, Chie just shrugged and smiled, telling her, "Thanks, I guess. I'm sure we'll love whatever it is, totally."

"Anytime."

"Softie," Ai chuckled under her breath as she moved closer to Rise. "But I guess that's what I love about you, so who am I complaining to? Myself?"

"Exactly; don't be mean to yourself. Just… be mine."

"Hmm… I can handle that, I guess. Sap."

As she slipped an arm around Ai's shoulders, Rise tried not to cry. Everything had gone a lot better than she feared. Her phone kept vibrating, and she knew it was her agent, and she absolutely could not care about that in the slightest. Her whole life was ahead of her; she could figure it all out in due time.

They would figure it out. Together — the way they were strongest.

                                                           To Be CONCLUDED…

#We'll Face Ourselves #saphir de lune #rise x ai #forkanna writes #persona 4 fanfiction #p4 fanfic #jess the writer

[angelltheninth]

Can you write jealousy prompt 16 feat. possessive Malleus?

Possessive Malleus you say? Anon, you're speaking my writing language rn.

Pairing: Malleus Draconia x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, kissing, public display of affection, biting, growling, dragon imprinting, possessive!Malleus, jealous!Malleus

Word count: 1.1k

Ao3

A/N: Including Malleus, Zhongli and Dan Heng, I can safely conclude that characters with dragon features are my type.

16. "I'm not one to share what is mine."

What was with Malleus lately? He was usually cagey and stand-offish, but now he was also extra moody about it. Everywhere you went he would either hiss or growl at any student that approached you. It was attractive at first, now you're simply worried about him.

You didn't know how to bring up the topic either. It would seem a little rude to ask him why he was being so possessive lately. And possessiveness was what it was, that much was confirmed when Jade and Leech tried to flirt with you to get on Malleus's nerves and the second they left he pinned you against a tree, kissed you until your lips were bruised and was then back to normal.

So asking him was a no go. Plan B then, you needed to test your theory. What better way to do then to invite him to the weekend party.

"Me? Attending a party? That doesn't seem like the best idea." Malleus was ready to say no, he always said no to any party that wasn't mandatory.

"You're the one who said you were misunderstood by everyone. I know what a sweet guy you can be Malleus, I want everyone else to know it too. And, is it that wrong that I want to party with my boyfriend? You could dance circles around anyone there." You tried to cheer him up, to boost his confidence that was there when he was with you but in a large group was so minuscule he was hardly the same person anymore.

And you knew why, "Yes because there would be no one else dancing."

"I would be. So what if have the dance floor all to ourselves, it just mean everyone else will be the envious of us." And Malleus and you would finally get to show off your relationship. "Look, we can go there dance a couple of dances and if it doesn't work out we'll leave. Deal?"

Malleus leaned back against his couch, his eyes landing on the picture of the two of you hanging on his wall. "Only because you asked."

As you predicted Malleus was indeed the best dancer there, pride of his Dorm, and the envy of many others. "Are you having fun?" You asked, your faces close so you could hear each other over the loud music. You weren't alone on the dance floor like Malleus thought you'd be, there were quite a few other couples and larger groups of people dancing all around you.

You weren't in the spotlight. "Somewhat." He smiled despite the lukewarm response.

"Mind if I have a turn with the pretty lady?" Malleus's eyes shifted to the side where he saw Floyd offering his hand to you. "You've been monopolizing her all night. It's hardly fair, Draconia." His lopsided smile was hard to read. Was he serious or was he just trying to get under Malleus's skin?

"Floyd..." He was a good friend of yours but at times he went too far with his teasing. Judging by how tense Malleus got the moment he was him this was one of those times. "Thanks for the offer but-"

"She's here with me." Malleus stepped in front of you, one hand clenching at his side, the other holding your hand, both of them getting hotter. "I'm not one to share what is mine. You know this, Leech." Floyd wasn't at all fazed by Malleus growling in his face, one of the rare people who could do something like that when faced with his wrath.

"Possessive one aren't you? I was only offering. The offer still stands by the way." Floyd looked past Malleus's arm and winked at you, laughing away as Malleus steeped towards him.

You pulled him back, deciding you've seen all that you needed. "Thanks Floyd but I think I'll take Malleus back to his dorm."

"Oh! A private afterparty, I see, of course, of course." It was as if the earlier hostility was gone, Floyd smacked Malleus's back causing a little green flame to evaporate from his mouth, "Take good care of my bestie."

You weren't besties but correcting him wasn't what was important right now. Getting to the bottom of this Malleus mystery was. Like for the past few days Malleus glared daggers at anyone you walked by, his body tense with... something. He didn't say a word to you on the way back either, he kept his eyes looking forward.

As you suspected he went in for the kiss again, except this time you pushed him away, your hand on his mouth. His confused mumble was adorable to hear but you wouldn't let that distract you.

"Okay, tell me what's been happening with you for the past few weeks." Malleus blinked, looking down at your hand, "Oh." You lowered it to his shoulder instead.

"What are you talking about?" Huh? Was he joking? No, Malleus never joked.

"This possessiveness and jealousy thing you've been doing Mal!" It was funny and charming at first but now it was becoming odd.

"I've... been doing that? For weeks you say?" Malleus tapped his fingers on his chin. The silence hung thick around you. Was he stalling? Looking for an excuse? "I didn't notice." Didn't he really?! "I should have figured, but I didn't think it would happen after only one time."

"What?"

"A few weeks ago is when we first... slept together remember? I think I may have imprinted on you." He hid his face in his hands, the pointy tips of his ears burning red. "I apologize. I didn't think it would happen that early."

Imprinted. "It happened when we slept together?" Was it when... your hand flew to your neck, on the bite mark that refused to heal. Malleus looked away in guilt, giving a little nod. "So what does that mean? For us?"

"Well, we aren't married exactly but our bond will be stronger. You'll be drawn to me when I'm in rut, and I'll be a little more territorial. Not to the extent I have been but you should expect it on occasion. There are ways to break the bond if it makes you uncomfortable. It's just that, when you said you'll be mine my instincts took over without me even realizing it." You remembered that, you also remembered the sting of pain and overwhelming pleasure that followed it.

"I don't want to break up with you Mal, I was worried about you. You weren't acting like yourself at all." You cupped his cheeks, rubbing your thumbs below his eyes. "I'm glad you told me. It's gonna take some getting used to and I want you to communicate with me when you feel angry or jealous, don't just hold it in and wait for it to blow up in your face."

"Is it really alright? Am I alright?" He pleaded.

"Alright? You're perfect." Those were words he rarely heard, any kind of compliment really. He craved them from you as much as he craved your kisses, well almost as much. Kisses were still better.

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[that-irrelevant-ricecakeaddict]

"Baby we're high on you."

Drug Dealer!Seonghwa x f!reader x Drug Dealer!Hongjoong

Shout-out to @seventhcallisto for helping me with the planning and writing of the smut scene <333 Do check out her writing!

Parts 3/3 of Drug Dealer! Seonghwa

>>Part 1:"She's a regular here..."

>>Part 2:"Use me like a drug!"

CW: threesome, unprotected sex (stay safe guys), switch!matz, drug dealers!matz, mentions of illegal activity, a little bxb action, lmk if I missed out anything!!

< [y/n]’s dms with Seonghwa >

Hwa 💞: sweetheart?

Hwa 💞: I kinda need need your help with something

Hwa 💞: It's a big favour…

you: What is it? You know I'll help however I can

Hwa 💞: Well, Joong and I need a safe place to stay at

Hwa 💞: That big raid on PARADIGM is happening soon, and many dealers are closing shop temporarily to avoid getting caught in the crossfire from the probable gang clash, MATZ included

Hwa 💞: Do you think we could crash at your college dorm for a week or two?

Hwa 💞: It's completely fine if it's too much of an inconvenience, of course!

you: Hwa, I'd love to have you guys stay over! My roommate is actually flying off tomorrow to visit her parents in her home country. She'll be gone for the next month, so you guys are free to stay longer than 2 weeks if you need to <3

Hwa 💞: Thank you so much, my love 🫶

< Present >

Your fuzzy socks swished against the floorboards when you scrambled over to the front door at the sound of the doorbell. Quickly pulling a stray lock of hair aside to make yourself look a little more presentable, you unlocked the door, coming face-to-face with your raven-haired boyfriend.

“Seonghwa!! You're here!”

You practically launched yourself into Seonghwa's arms, earning a chuckle from him. He tilted his head downwards to kiss your hair, wild hair strands tickling the tattooed skin on his neck. You hummed appreciatively in response, and snuggled into his snakeskin blazer. The two of you stayed this way for a moment. An annoyed voice from behind Seonghwa suddenly spoke up.

“If you guys are done making me feel single, I'd like to be able to put down my things.”

You leaned around your boyfriend to see his best friend and partner-in-crime (literally), Hongjoong, standing behind him, the fur from his fluffy winter hat seemingly irritating his eyes. He stumbled slightly under the weight of the heavy duffle bag slung across his shoulder. “Oh, sorry– let me help you with that,” you mumbled. He sighed and shook his head. “No, I'm sorry, you're the one helping us out here. I'm just feeling annoyed because of all the admin work we had to do for a fucking gang clash that we're not even involved in.”

You let him step around you to enter the apartment, while Seonghwa patted his best friend on the shoulder. “It's for safety precautions, Joong. Closing MATZ temporarily is better than possibly losing it, we've talked about this.” Hongjoong huffed in response from the living room, a loud thump indicating that he had plopped himself on the couch there.

Once certain that Hongjoong was out of earshot, Seonghwa leaned downwards, gesturing to you to listen carefully.

“Hongjoong's been more stressed from this whole ordeal. Usually he just has to deal with shipment schedules and arrangements, but the raid on PARADIGM gave him a lot more work to do, what with the postponing of shipments and smuggling tactics. He's also super ticked off about having to close shop, even though it's just temporary. Personally I feel like his current workload is equivalent to what I deal with on a daily basis, but, you know, to each his own.”

You listened attentively to his words, giggling quietly at Seonghwa's sassy remark at the end. He smiled and gave you a peck on the cheek.

“Thanks again for letting us stay over, sweetheart. We'll look after ourselves and do some chores around the place while you're at lectures, hm?”

“That would be so sweet of you. Though I'm honestly not complaining, since it means I get more time with you…”

“Mmm, I thought the same. But we,” Seonghwa's eyes lingered pointedly at the shorter man in your living room, “Won't cause any trouble. Promise.”

“I'll take your word for it, baby.”

Over the next few days, Seonghwa did indeed keep his promise of not causing any trouble. Emphasis on just Seonghwa. His best friend, on the other hand, was the exact opposite.

The living arrangements were as such: Seonghwa would sleep with you in your room, and Hongjoong would sleep on the couch in the living room. However, it wasn't long before you and Seonghwa found out that Hongjoong was secretly still doing deals with clients. And he was hiding his products in the crevices of your sofa. “The grind never stops, I gotta make that bag,” he'd protested when you confronted him about a box of ice that was shoved under a couch cushion. But thanks to Seonghwa's unlikely, but still plausible, argument of getting your dormitory raided under police investigation for illegal activities, he was able to get the younger man to get rid of the goods. Also, it wouldn't have been a very good look on you if Yujin, your roommate, came back to find tiny jars of weed rolling around under the couch.

Eventually, to prevent him from pulling another similar stunt again, Seonghwa and you agreed to let him sleep in Yujin's room, which was right next to yours and would let Seonghwa keep an ear on his best friend's movements. Hongjoong had readily agreed to this. Now both the threat of getting into trouble with the cops and the threat of dealing with Kim “your-couch-gave-me-a-fucking-backache” Hongjoong every morning were out of the way.

A few days passed after the new arrangements were made, and there was a particular morning that Hongjoong started acting weird around you.

It was the morning after the three of you had sat down together for a drink, celebrating you finally submitting a paper that had been torturing you for a week. Having gotten blackout drunk for the first time in a while, you didn't remember what had happened after waking up in the morning. You'd assumed that Seonghwa had just carried you back to bed after you'd fallen asleep from the alcohol (it wasn't the first time your boyfriend's had to deal with your drinking habits).

Yawning and scratching at your neck, you stepped out into the hallway, head aching from the hangover and stomach grumbling for something savoury. The sound of water running in the shared bathroom indicated that Seonghwa was taking his usual morning shower, so you decided to make breakfast for everyone. You stumbled slightly into the kitchen/dining room, surprised to see Hongjoong slumped over a cup of coffee at the kitchen island.

“Joong?”

The man jumped slightly at you calling him. He'd evidently been spacing out before you made your presence known. He dipped his head at you, his unusually jittery eyes avoiding contact with your own.

“Good morning y/n…”

“Why're you up so early? I usually don't see you awake and aware of your surroundings until lunchtime.”

“Ah… I slept earlier than usual after that drink with you and Hwa. So I managed to get up earlier.”

Hongjoong took your hum as an approval. Sure, it was a lie, but you didn't know that. His breath hitched when you stretched your arms back, letting out a quiet moan at the same time.

“You okay, Joong? Did you drink too much last night?”

“A-ah, yeah…uhm, in fact, I really need to go lie down right now.”

“Oh, but I was about to make breakfast for us…”

“There's no need to make a portion for me! I'll join you and Seonghwa later for lunch, maybe.”

You pursed your lips at his hurried response, but shrugged it off. Hongjoong hopped off the elevated kitchen island stool, shuffling back down the hall and into his temporary room.

Once inside, he groaned and bit his lip, nearly drawing blood from how hard his teeth dug into his lip. Memories of the night before flashed through Hongjoong's mind. Lying alone in bed, shamelessly listening to you and his best friend fuck relentlessly on the other side the wall. Turns out you'd forgotten how horny excessive alcohol would make you. And the walls were, evidently, very very thin.

Hongjoong whined pathetically at the raging boner in his shorts, which had formed when you were talking to him in the kitchen. How was he supposed to face you after overhearing you at your most vulnerable state? How could he, after hearing your whimpers and cries of “Seonghwa, harder~”, his best friend's name that slipped out of your mouth like a prayer? How could he, after he had snuck a hand down his shorts, stroking himself to the rhythm of your melodious moans? He swore under his breath, making a promise to himself to just avoid talking to you alone until the gang clash was over, and he could finally leave.

That, however, proved very hard to do, especially with an intuitive man like Park Seonghwa in the premises. Being the observant person he is, he quickly picked up on Hongjoong's closed-off body language and evasive responses to your small talk. He immediately figured out exactly what was bothering Hongjoong, too. After all, on that night, Seonghwa was drunk but still aware enough to know that the younger man had probably overheard him fucking his needy girlfriend into the mattress. The only difference was that while it bothered Hongjoong and made him all flustered and embarrassed, it had actually been a major turn-on for Seonghwa himself. There had been plenty of instances when he had made out with or had sex with you in his office, the premise of possibly getting caught by his business partner always spurring him on. Sadly, Hongjoong had never actually walked in on it happening. However, staying in the same house as the two of you made it bound to happen. And it did nothing but excite Seonghwa. He would surely exploit this.

☆☆☆

Nearly 2 weeks into his and Seonghwa's stay at your dorm, Hongjoong laid across the bed, mindlessly reloading his messages. He groaned. Never would he have known that he'd ever actually miss the usual stream of texts from clients ordering from MATZ’s supply. It was quiet. Too quiet. He hopped up from the bed, opting to go watch a movie in the living room to pass some time. You and Seonghwa had gone out for a late-night convenience store run, and had taken Hongjoong's request for a dessert.

Plopping down on the couch, Hongjoong winced at the memory of sleepless nights on the cramped cushions. Sure, now he was sleeping in an actual bed, but with the things he's overheard next to his temporary room, was it really any better than the lumpy couch? His mind began wandering at this thought again. He bit his lip shamefully when he imagined your muffled moaning and whines from that night. He stared at the growing tent in his sweats, contemplating silently on whether he should do something about it.

Just as he was reaching for the boner between his legs, the familiar clatter and squeak of a key came from the door. Hongjoong quickly shoved a cushion over his lap and pointed the remote at the TV, playing a random movie to look occupied.

“Joong! Hwa and I are back!”

“And we got that rice pudding you asked for~”

You and Seonghwa walked into the living room, shrugging off jackets that were slightly wet from rainwater. Had it been raining? Hongjoong was too preoccupied with his thoughts to notice. He smiled gratefully at Seonghwa when he handed him a plastic bag, no doubt containing his beloved pudding. Hongjoong's eyes momentarily flickered up to the “MATZ” tattoo scrawled across his best friend's neck.

Drops of sweat and rainwater trickled down the blurred black lines and Seonghwa's dewy skin. Seonghwa was panting slightly, a red tinge on his pale face, possibly from running in the rain earlier on. Hongjoong's mind wandered again. Does Seonghwa pant like that and look like that when he fucks you? Would you kiss against his sweaty neck when he has you bent in half?

“Joong? I asked you if you need a spoon…”

Hongjoong snapped out of his thoughts when he heard Seonghwa speaking. He nodded quickly and mumbled a “yeah”, still avoiding eye contact with both Seonghwa and you. What the fuck? Why was he daydreaming about the both of you now? Maybe the lack of activity and work was really driving him mad. He didn't notice you standing at the nearby kitchen island, exchanging mischievous glances with Seonghwa who was leaning against the couch backing.

“Hey Hongjoong, have you been doing alright?”

“H..huh? What? Why are you asking?”

“You've been so closed off lately. Both Hwa and I have noticed it.”

Your voice was laced with sympathy, hiding your intentions. Hongjoong sighed tiredly and scratched at his neck. You made eye contact with your boyfriend, fighting the urge to smile at his knowing glance.

“Uh, yeah, I'm good… probably just getting used to the new sleeping arrangements.”

“No way, you miss sleeping on that crappy, old couch? I didn't take you for a masochist, Joong.”

Walking over to sit next to the younger man, Seonghwa prodded teasingly at him. You slid over and joined the duo on the couch, sitting on Hongjoong's other side. Hongjoong was still oblivious to yours and his best friend's movements, his fists clutched tightly on the cushion covering his rock-hard dick.

“I'm good… Just a little stressed about not being able to work, probably.”

“Ahhh, I see~ You must be really tense.”

“Mhm, look at him, Hwa! His shoulders are so stiff and tight.”

Without warning, you reached out and put your hands on Hongjoong's shoulders, giving an experimental squeeze. What neither you nor Seonghwa expected, however, was for a deep, drawn-out moan to escape from Hongjoong's lips.

Hongjoong's eyes widened and filled with panic at the realisation of what he did. Waving his hands frantically at yours and Seonghwa's blank stares, he jumped up from the couch and started talking at what seemed like a hundred syllables-per-second.

“Oh fuck oh shit I'm so sorry- I don't know why I made that noise, I've just been so tense and like stressed and shit- honestly speaking my shoulders are really sensitive, too, so like-”

The couch cushion slipped off his lap in his frenzy. Unbeknownst to him, this made you and Seonghwa notice the raging boner in his sweats. Hongjoong didn't even clock the knowing glance you and your boyfriend shared, instead continuing to ramble a stream of apologies.

“Hongjoong.”

“--I know, I know, it was extremely inappropriate for me to fucking moan in front of your girlfriend, Hwa!! Please forget what you just–”

“Kim Hongjoong!! I know you heard us fucking the other night!”

Both yours and Hongjoong's eyes grew as wide as saucers.

“Baby, what… what d'you mean?”

Your lips trembled, a deep blush appearing on your face as you hesitated to speak up. Your boyfriend had told you that Hongjoong had been sexually frustrated recently, but he'd conveniently left out the part about him overhearing the two of you having sex. Wait, was that why Hongjoong was horny in the first place?

Seonghwa offered you a soft, reassuring glance in response, the subtle clench of your thighs not going unnoticed by his sharp eyes. He quickly turned his gaze back to the man standing dumbfounded in front of the two of you.

He had never seen his best friend look so taken aback, flustered and embarrassed, all at the same time. Hongjoong's face was paused on an expression that screamed “oh-fuck-oh-fuck-oh-shit”. Seonghwa maintained a stern look, with you shifting uncomfortably behind him. The room suddenly felt very, very warm.

“Seonghwa, look, I….”

Hongjoong finally opened his mouth to speak, but he was cut off almost immediately.

“Do you wanna have sex with us?”

Your mouth dropped open in a silent scream. Hongjoong stared, bewildered, at Seonghwa, wondering if all the weed he did was finally catching up to him.

“I– excuse me?”

“Yeah, Hwa, what the fuck..?”

Seonghwa scoffed at both of you. He arched his neck onto the back of the couch, the tattoo on his neck seemingly dancing seductively against his skin as he did so. He slid a veiny hand down to your exposed thigh, cold rings against your skin earning a shuddering sigh from you. He smirked when he saw Hongjoong's boner twitch in his sweatpants.

“Don't act like you guys haven't thought about it! Hongjoong, I've seen how your eyes linger on my sweetheart's pretty tits when she wears her tank tops around the house. I'm not blind, I always catch you checking out my ass and my neck, too. You want both of us, don't you? And Y/N, right now, I can see you squeezing your thighs.”

Hongjoong watched with bated breath as Seonghwa's finger slid into the opening of your shorts. You jumped a little when his thick fingertip made contact with your soaking-wet panties.

“Fuck, babygirl, you got turned on from knowing that my best friend heard me fucking you into the sheets? You're so wet for us, so dirty, hm?”

You whined at his words, body instinctively leaning closer to him, before dazedly nodding in acknowledgement. Seonghwa smiled at this. He really knew your body and your kinks like the back of his goddamn hand. He then whipped his head at Hongjoong, who was slowly inching away, evidently debating between staying to see what was going to happen, or changing his name and fleeing the country.

“So? What d'you say to a threesome?”

“I…”

Hongjoong's eyes darted uncertainly to you. You were leaning against Seonghwa, eyes glazed over and looking very needy. Seonghwa cooed at you, at the same time reassuring the hesitant man.

“Don't worry. The two of us have talked about having sex together with another person. She's honestly as into it as I am, and who else would be a better candidate than my hot best friend?”

Hongjoong bit his lip in deep thought. Despite his years of friendship with Seonghwa, he did often think of the two of you at the same time, especially on those lonely nights in his bed. Even before he overhead you fucking. After all, you were a very hot couple. He attempted to reason with himself, taking a brief moment to weigh the pros and cons. But his dick was so hard it felt like it was gonna burst. And this could be the opportunity of a lifetime. Heck, it was practically being served to him on a silver-fucking-platter.

“Fuck, man, let's do it.”

♡♡♡

Seonghwa’s tough hands had gently spread your legs apart for Hongjoong. The other waited with bated breath when he finally got a good look at your damp panties. “Fuck” he hissed under his breath, and Seonghwa's lip quirked up into a smirk. Peering back up to look into your dazed eyes, Seonghwa parted one of his hands from your thighs to gently skim his fingers over your slit, causing your thighs to jolt. “Seonghwa~” you whined gently, turning your head into the pillow. “You're so wet babygirl” he murmured, glancing to Hongjoong who had been sitting there, his hands balled into his lap to keep them to himself.

“Go on joong, touch her,” he retreated his hand after skimming your clit through the fabric, another low moan falling from your lips. “And you, baby, don't move an inch” Seonghwa's voice spoke up once more, in a sterner tone this time. Hongjoong didn't have to be told twice, with a single look to confirm, he shifted to laying between your wide hips, guiding your legs over his shoulders.

You were soaked. Evidence lingered on the expansion of your panties, a dark patch of wetness that Hongjoong wanted nothing more than to indulge himself in. Taste and get lost in. His fingers parted your folds through the fabric, thumbing your clit gently as he ran his fingers around your slick. You breathily whimpered, already tired of the teasing - but willing to take it slow for Hongjoong.

“You look so fucking pretty,” Seonghwa groaned by your ear, lying next to you to hold your hips down. He knew you tended to get a little overzealous with your movements. You whimpered at the praise, guiding your hand through your boyfriend's hair to tug him on your mouth, a mess of tongue and teeth, the slight chill of his grillz, even when he pulled away to begin kissing along your neck. Generously pulling your shirt over your chest so he could shove his hands into the warmth of your breasts, kneading the flushed flesh.

“Not even a bra, fuck, wanted to play with these pretty tits as soon as I saw you in this tight ass shirt,” he hummed into your neck. Before you could reply, Hongjoong placed an open kiss on your clit through your panties, making you jolt.

Hongjoong’s tongue swept out to lick up the length of your cunt, humming at the taste of you, his nose ever so gently bumping against your clit every time he swipes through your folds, wetting you with his saliva and collecting all of the slick you've produced so far. A trail of heat building in your core from the foreplay, the rough pads of Seonghwa's expert fingers pinching and twirling your nipples has you clenching around nothing. With a whine, your head falls to the bed. “Hwa- joong- please,” you called out, needing to feel something in your pussy or else you'd go insane.

Or worse, beg for it. Hongjoong’s lashes parted to glance at Seonghwa. Lust, dark and heavy swirled in his eyes as soon as they clashed. Joong couldn't help but grind his hips forward into the bed, his cock catching at the front of his sweats, he swirls his thumb over your clit once again to apply more pressure. Watching Seonghwa squeeze once on your tits, exhorting another distorted sound from your lungs. “Are you gonna let Hongjoong play with that pretty pussy of yours, darling? Put his mouth and fingers all over you?” He murmurs, breath fanning over your ear.

You nodded your head eagerly, whimpering under your breath and shifting your thighs at the thought. The anticipation building up within you. Seonghwa's hand left your breast to grab your chin, pinching it enough so that your eyes popped open to see what he was doing.

Confidence was in every corner of Seonghwa's eyes, a dominance that would eat you alive. “Say it, sweetheart.” He purred, dropping his hand to crane your neck to look at Hongjoong, still rubbing circles into your sensitive bud.

His eyes - equally blown and lustful as Seonghwa's - were trained directly on you, your breath caught. “Hongjoong.. joong will you please touch my pretty pussy? Please.” You spoke with clearness, an eagerness only a person as demanding as Seonghwa would get out of you.

Hongjoong didn't need to be told twice.

He immediately dived in, tugging aside the crotch of your panties before attaching his mouth to your pussy. A loud moan tore from your throat when he began lapping at your already soaking folds. Surely your neighbours would've heard that, and would be complaining to you the next morning, but you could care less. He slurped relentlessly at your wetness, humming happily into your cunt, all while you squirmed and let out little “ah-ah”s for the two men. Music to their ears.

You cried out when Hongjoong's finger prodded the rim of your pussy, helplessly clawing at his hand to stuff his fingers in as far as possible. He scoffed under his breath, taken aback by your urgency.

“She's needy, isn't she, Joong?”

“Y-yeah, fuck…”

Seonghwa smirked at his best friend's reply, opting to tease him further when a mischievous remark came to mind.

“Bet you think about her crying for your cock, huh?”

Hongjoong blushed furiously at Seonghwa's cheeky accusation.

“S-shut up, man!”

He rolled his eyes at Seonghwa before stuffing his index and middle fingers into you. This pulled out a needy moan from you, twisting your fists into the sheets at the sensation of Hongjoong's fingers caressing your pussy walls. He couldn't help but groan at how your body just yearned for more and more of his touch. You clenched around on his fingers, cumming faster than expected. Hongjoong couldn't help but stare at you; breasts rising and falling from your orgasm, a thin layer of sweat that had formed on your dewy skin. He knew he just had to give you more.

Hongjoong looked nervously at Seonghwa, who was still laying leisurely across the bed and caressing your skin.

“Seonghwa… May I….”

“Hm?”

Hongjoong tried to speak up to the older man, but his words trailed off once more. Seonghwa knew what he was going to ask. And he already knew he would allow whatever it was. But was he going to let Hongjoong do it without saying it out aloud? No way in hell.

The prolonged eye contact between the two men made Hongjoong understood what Seonghwa was asking for. Sucking in a deep breath, he finally spoke.

“May I… Can I fuck her?”

Seonghwa's lips curled into a satisfied smile and he nodded, pleased with himself for having gotten Hongjoong to speak up for once.

Hongjoong fumbled with his belt, slipping it off with a click and pulling down his pants and boxers at once. His cock was rock hard and already leaking pre-cum. Even in your dazed state, you still marvelled over how girthy it was. It was not as long as your boyfriend's, but it was plenty thick and would definitely stretch you out. You whimpered when Hongjoong rubbed his tip over your entrance. He groaned at how your slick essentially served as a natural lube for him. Seonghwa cooed at you when you grabbed his hand for support.

“Aww, you wanna be stretched out by my best friend's cock, my love?”

“M-mhm, p-please~”

“It's his dick, not mine, sweetheart. Tell Hongjoong what you want.”

You mewled at Seonghwa's stern tone and turned shyly to the man standing between your legs. Sliding a hand down in between your thighs, you used your digits to stretch open your sopping pussy.

“Please fuck me, Joongie~”

If it was even remotely possible, Hongjoong felt himself grow even harder at your voice. How could someone be so fucking perfect? Who was he to deny you of your desires.

“Since you asked so nicely~”

Hongjoong chuckled and sank his dick into your hole, the wind in his lungs almost being knocked out from how perfectly warm you felt. He grunted and knitted his eyebrows in frustration, hips twitching slightly in place. It was taking everything in him not to just start thrusting into you at an animalistic pace. You sighed breathily when his girthy member pushed into you, whining quietly while trying to get used to his size. The entire time, Seonghwa was peppering kisses on your hand and rubbing his thumb soothingly over your forehead.

“That's it, love, you're doing so good for him, hm? It's almost like you were made for cock, baby, you look so precious right now.”

Your boyfriend hummed sweet nothings into your ear as you took deep breaths, your body slowly accommodating to take Hongjoong's thickness. When you were sufficiently stretched out enough, you nodded at Hongjoong, who gladly obliged to start moving.

The room filled with your whiny moans, mixed with Hongjoong's breathy grunts. Seonghwa watched on with a lustful gaze at the scene taking place before him; his best friend and business partner, rocking in and out of his sweet, beloved girlfriend's dripping pussy. He couldn't have been more turned on. He bit his lip at the sight of your cunt stretching out everytime Hongjoong pushed his dick into it, again and again. Your slick leaked out around his girthy member, giving it a sheen under the dim bedroom lights.

Seonghwa's eyes perked up when he noticed Hongjoong was starting to move faster. His thrusts grew more erratic and uneven, eliciting cries of “J-joongie wait!!” from you. Hongjoong was in the zone, his head thrown back and whines growing louder as his hips did anything but stop. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that he was about to cum.

This didn't sit right with Seonghwa. He could tell you hadn't cum yet, so why was Hongjoong rushing for his own orgasm already? Clearly he needed to be taught a lesson.

Seonghwa quickly got up and got behind Hongjoong, pulling him out of you and tossing him effortlessly onto the bed. You whimpered at the sudden loss of warmth, and Hongjoong let out a yelp of dissatisfaction. But before he could complain, Seonghwa held him down by his thighs and started furiously jerking off his leaky cock with his free hand.

Hongjoong's protests turned to desperate whines, his breathing growing increasingly turbulent, as his best friend twisted and pulled at his twitching cock. When he finally released, cumming all over his stomach and Seonghwa's hand. Seonghwa smiled, clearly pleased with himself. He jeered snarkily at Hongjoong.

“Looks like your stamina for fucking is the same as your stamina for your workload~”

Seonghwa then lifted his slender hand to his mouth, making it a point to slowly lick off Hongjoong's thick cum while making direct eye contact with him. The younger man watched with flickering eyelids, biting his lip so hard that it almost drew blood.

You watched the whole scene unfold with hooded eyes. Despite being upset over not being able to orgasm, you couldn't help but clench your thighs at the fucked-out look on Hongjoong's face.

After getting off Hongjoong, Seonghwa slid over to you, helping you to sit up and kissing you tenderly on your neck. Catching a look at your pouty expression, he murmured a quick apology and winked at you, before turning back to Hongjoong.

He'd finally recovered from his release, and was now looking irritably at Seonghwa.

“What the fuck was that for?”

“My sweetheart was nowhere near cumming, yet you were already chasing your own orgasm. Talk about selfish, Hongjoong.”

“Dude…”

Your boyfriend chuckled at the younger man's defeated body language.

“It's fine. We all make mistakes,” (cue Hongjoong looking offended as fuck) “Let me show you how to actually please an angel like her.”

Seonghwa laid you back onto the sheets, his eyes searching yours for any form of denial. Still such a gentleman even after he'd watched his best friend pound you like there was no tomorrow. You nodded eagerly, eager - heck, desperate - to give him any number of orgasms at this point. “My sweet girl,” he chuckled lightly into your ear, kissing down the valley of your breasts while slipping off his belt and pants.

You drooled at the sight of his cock lying against your thigh. No matter how many times you'd seen it, you could never get over how long and pretty it was. Flushed with beads of precum leaking from the tip, poised at an angle that hit your g-spot everytime without fail.

As Seonghwa lined himself up at your twitching hole, he turned to face Hongjoong, who was sitting on the other end of the bed and watching the two of you intently. His dick was already rock hard again. Seonghwa rubbed his hand up your thigh lovingly, actions clashing with the stern tone he would use to address the other man.

“Watch and learn, Hongjoong.”

He leisurely rolled his hips into yours, lengthy dick already rubbing against that sweet spot in you. You jolted at the sensation, hands immediately flying up to grip at his toned arms.

“Ah- ah, Seonghwa~!”

He grinned at how fast you were reacting for him, before setting a steady pace and leaving love bites all over your chest. He reached up to push your legs over his shoulders, strong grip leaving behind blurry red marks against your thighs. Your mind grew fuzzy within mere minutes. It was amazing how well your boyfriend knew your body. Your hands left his arms to curl into his hair, tugging lightly at his short, cute ponytail for support. His heavenly groans and your rhythmic moans mixed together like the symphony of an orchestra. Hongjoong could only watch and tug lightly at his dick, unsure of whose position he wanted to be in at that moment.

In between his heavy thrusts, Seonghwa made eye contact with you. He smiled radiantly, making your heart skip a beat. That loving, heartfelt look in his sparkly eyes and the expert movement of his hips pushed you over the edge. Your hips canted against his pelvis, orgasm crashing through you like a tidal wave.

“S-seonghwa, I-!”

You let out a high-pitched mewl, body shaking as you creamed around your lover's dick. A white ring quickly formed around the base of his still-hard cock. Seonghwa hummed satisfactorily as he swiped at your dripping release and stuck his coated finger into your mouth. You gladly obliged, sucking on his fingertip, tasting the orgasm you'd given to him. The hazy look in your eyes only steered him on even more.

Seonghwa leaned down, voice barely above a whisper.

“Think you can give me another one, love? Maybe stick Joongie’s cock in your mouth while you're at it? After all, he didn't get to finish in you~”

“Hwaa….but only you can cum in me..?”

Pride bubbled in Seonghwa's chest at your response.

“Mmm, that's right, baby. But we have to give him some sort of consolation prize, especially since he's been so patient.”

Hongjoong's whiny voice suddenly cut him off.

“Fuck, the two of you are so frustratingly hot, but weren't you supposed to help me?? My balls are about to fucking burst, and you having your little moment isn't really helping.”

Seonghwa clicked his tongue, sighing dramatically at the man's impatience. He quickly made eye contact with you, smiling when you nodded, a green light for the night to continue.

“You're so needy, Joong… get your ass over here.”

You'd never seen anyone get up so fast and run over. Seonghwa sat on the edge of the mattress, directing for you to sit on his thighs, your back flush against his chest. Excitement tingled in your core when he lifted you easily, sinking you onto his erect dick. You closed your eyes for a moment, getting used to his lengthy cock resting in you. When you came to, Hongjoong stood in front of you, his own heavy, leaky dick out on display. His expression was a mix of relief and desperation.

“You ready?”

“Yeah, man, fuck, let's just get to it-”

“Shut up! I was talking to Y/n.”

Before you could giggle at the two men's bickering, Hongjoong shoved his dick into your mouth. You could feel it pulsating against the opening of your throat. Taking a deep breath through your nose, you began bobbing your head up and down on him. Hongjoong moaned shakily, hands finding the base of your neck for support.

“She's good at sucking cock, isn't she?”

Your boyfriend sounded proud. Hongjoong could only groan in response, nodding eagerly at the same time. Seonghwa quietly enjoyed the scene for a short while before he started to thrust lightly into you, veiny hands squeezing the plush flesh of your ass. You gasped around Hongjoong's girthy member, your whimpers sending vibrations through him. He couldn't help but shudder at the sight before him; his best friend's cute girlfriend expertly deepthroating him, while said best friend sat below her and grinded into her plush ass. Your plump lips enveloped Hongjoong's cock again and again, allowing him to fully enjoy the view. Watching the furrow of Seonghwa's eyebrows and beads of sweat dripping down his forehead was the cherry on top. Who knew such perfect scenery existed?

It wasn't long before both men's movements began speeding up. You whined pathetically, trying to keep up. Granted, they were both sensitive from the previous rounds, but so were you.

You began bouncing your ass on Seonghwa, while simultaneously gulping on Hongjoong. The three of you let out increasingly loud sounds that echoed around the room; Hongjoong's grunting, Seonghwa's frantic pants, and your desperate sobs. They blended together with the sounds of skin slapping and slurping to form a melody, one so lewd yet so exquisite, merely listening to it would be as good as taking an aphrodisiac.

Soon enough, Hongjoong climaxed, hot cum so thick and copious that some leaked out the sides of your mouth. You hit your third orgasm of the night, body convulsing at the overstimulation. Seonghwa came last, his breath hitching as he jerked his hips one more time into your cunt. Your mouth slipped off Hongjoong's dick, and you let your head fall back onto your boyfriend's shoulder. You dazedly swallowed the remaining cum on your tongue, making sure to make eye contact with Hongjoong in the process. You didn't bother to get off Seonghwa's dick, opting to sit on it and bask in the warmth that was his milky release leaking out of your used cunt.

The 3 of you panted heavily for a few minutes, clearly still processing one of, if not the best orgasm any of you had ever shared with another person. In this case, your first orgasm that you'd shared with 2 other very attractive people. You eventually spoke up, getting the attention of both men.

“Did… Did I do good for both of you?”

Seonghwa and Hongjoong turned your way, with a wobble in your voice you asked - struggling with your throat from the amount of dick you've taken.

“Good? Fuck, baby, we're high on you.”

Hongjoong and Seonghwa unexpectedly spoke at the same time, making you giggle at how in sync they were. Seonghwa glanced up at Hongjoong, who was still coming down from his high.

“You finally relaxed, man?”

“Mm, yeah, Joongie, you were the whole reason we even did this…” you trailed off, pushing your hair out of your face gently.

“You bet I am,” Hongjoong sighed contentedly, before adding on, “Fuck, I don't even feel like going back to work anymore.. “

“Then I'd better not find any more weed in my couch! You have something else to think about, now.”

Hongjoong's eyebrows raised at your remark - disappearing into his sweaty bangs - surprised by your energy level.

“Aren't you exhausted?? You just took 2 dicks, you should be knocked out by now.'' Seonghwa chuckled at Hongjoong's remark, swiping his hand across your sweaty back.

“Oooo, he's got a point, sweetheart…I bet you could go for another round~”

You groaned and pulled off of Seonghwa, throwing yourself onto the other side of the bed. You pulled the sheets tight over your body, but not before shoving a pillow at the two men.

“Forget it!! You guys are mean. I think Joong rubbed off on you, Hwa!” You whined, clenching your thighs tightly- fluids still dripping from your core, despite the urge to roll over from the men - Seonghwa was already tilting towards you. Lightly palming your hip with a grin.

“Come on sweetheart, let's get you washed up."

Author's note:

Omgomg my first ever collab with another writer ahhh 🙌 the two of us worked very hard on this fic!! I hope you enjoyed it <33

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[jeansyvesmoreau]

This is a collection of music written in the middle of the night, a journey through terrors and sweet dreams. The floors we pace and the demons we face. For all of us who have tossed and turned and decided to keep the lanterns lit and go searching—hoping that just maybe, when the clock strikes twelve...we'll meet ourselves.

Happy birthday, Midnights! (October 21, 2022)

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[fiction-is-life]

Congratulations on 500 non-bot followers! I just joined the ranks after reading the angstly little treat you did for @eleanor-bradstreet 🤩

I would like to request a blurb for Anthony from your prompt list. #8 - "Looks like we'll be trapped for a while."

This is so fun!

Trapped and Titillated

Author’s Note: Thank you so much for the follow, love, and for your kind words! I am so glad you liked Touchstone of Our Character!  I had so much fun writing this request; it is quite a bit longer than a blurb, but I hope that makes up for the fact it has taken me so long to write it!  Enjoy!

Summary: You are trapped with the Viscount.

Warnings: Angst, getting locked in a room, verbal fighting, steamy make out session, brotherly teasing

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The door wouldn’t budge.  Oh, I knew when that latch clicked, I was doomed.  Utterly doomed.  And it was all his fault.

“Well, you have done it now, my lord,” I seethed, letting the veneer of polite reserve fall away.  It was always thin around him anyway.

Anthony Bridgerton had the audacity to raise one perfect, dark brow.  “I have done it?” he intoned, his voice cutting through my rising panic, reinforcing who I was angry at.

“Yes,” I hissed.  “You shut the door behind you, and now it is jammed.  It may be hours before someone comes by and finds us, and what then?”

He took a step towards me, matching the one I had subconsciously taken, bringing us closer than society would deem acceptable.  “As far as I am concerned, I have only done what was my right.  This is my library in my home, and I may shut any door I please.”

“Not when an unmarried young lady is in said library - unaccompanied.  Or have you forgotten the rules of the Ton while you were busy raking about the kingdom?” I knew I had struck my mark when I saw the Viscount’s eyes darken, his whole body tensing.

“Miss (Y/L/N), you do not know of what you speak,” he said through clenched teeth, and I shivered from the ice in his tone.  Anthony certainly did not miss it.  “I was raised a gentleman, Miss (Y/L/N), as a member of one of the most respected families in all of England, no less.”  

I scoffed and raised my chin and matched his stance.  We were practically nose-to-nose with each other.  “Well, there must be an exception to every rule, my lord, and I suppose you are it.”

I wanted to take the words back as soon as I said them, terrified at the way his features turned from red-hot anger to a cold, stony silence.  I took a shaky breath.  “M-my lord, I apologize.  I believe I am overwrought from the events of today.  Please forgive me,” I spoke in a rush, not daring to make eye contact with those dark depths again.

A long moment passed before he cleared his throat, his complexion returned to a more normal hue but his posture still stiff.  “It looks like we'll be trapped for a while, Miss (Y/L/N).  We may as well make ourselves comfortable," he spoke in a clipped, quiet tone.  For some odd reason, I wished he would have yelled instead.

He must have noticed the look of panicked confusion on my face as I alternated between staring at him and the couches near the fire.  “Do not fear, Miss (Y/L/N), I shall strive to reign in my more ungentlemanly urges.  Your virtue is safe from me.”

I bit my lip, nodding at his words.  They were what I wanted to hear.  Right?  Oh, dash it!  I had never been prone to hysterics before, but something about being this close to the Viscount was making my thoughts and feelings a muddle.  So, I did the only thing that felt safe.

I pretended to read.

I believed it was working, too.  That is, until the Viscount cleared his throat again.  I wanted to roll my eyes at the realization that the smallest of his gestures still commanded attention.  I was looked over during a one-on-one conversation, but Lord Anthony Bridgerton could simply breathe in a certain way and every head would turn.

“Is there something you need, my lord?”  I asked, my eyes still blindly trained on the pages in front of me so that I missed his growing smirk.

“You must be a great reader, Miss (Y/L/N),” he said.

I raised one perfectly arched eyebrow.  “Yes, I do love a good book,” I returned, turning the page.

“You are most certainly a more avid reader than I.”

That made me look up at him, confusion wrinkling my brow.  “Why do you say that, my lord?” 

He openly smiled now, allowing me to see that little dimple in his one cheek.  “I have never mastered the art of reading words that are upside-down.”

“What?”  I looked down and finally saw what book I had picked up.  It was a tome on new farming practices, and it was indeed upside down.  

Well, I could not let him win that easily.  “I find I absorb the words much better when it is more difficult to read them.”  I looked down my nose as I had seen many women do.  “I believe it is important to challenge oneself, so one does not become ignorant and vain.”

His features twisted into a wry grin.  “Very true, Miss (Y/L/N),” he said in a tight voice.  He crossed over to the sofa I was sitting on and sat down - far too close for comfort.  “What are other pursuits that you find are challenging enough, may I ask?”

I knew he was goading me, but I simply could not back down from his challenge.  “Any activities I find rewarding, I suppose.”  I closed the book and tilted my head, staring him in the eye.  “Making sound investments, helping run the household, volunteering for charities,” I listed, not even trying to mask the smugness in my tone.  “Basically anything that contributes to society, unlike spending every night at gaming hells or with ladies of the night or -”

His lips crashed onto mine, cutting me off.  I felt positively surrounded by him as he crushed me into the back of the sofa, his strong arms encircling my waist and pulling me into him.  He smelled of bay rum and mint, and it was utterly intoxicating.  

At first, I was too shocked to react, but as his lips moved insistently on my own, I started to follow his lead.  He growled when I parted my lips, and my eyes shot open when he darted his tongue into my mouth, but it felt too good to pull away.  So, I pulled him closer.

My hands tangled in his dark locks, and when my fingers caught on a knot, Anthony pulled back slightly, moaning.  I gasped and pulled back.  “Did I hurt you, my lord?” I asked, concerned.

He groaned again, his eyes darkening further.  “Call me that again,” he growled, panting heavily.

My face twisted in confusion.  “My lord?”

“Yes,” he breathed, his lips finding mine again.  His hands wandered this time, sending pings of pleasure straight to my core.  I couldn’t hold back my own noises when his strong hands found my breasts, my nipples pebbling embarrassingly.  

I lost track of time as Anthony peppered wet kisses down my neck and over the swells of my breasts where my dress did not cover them.  He started to work his hand under the skirt of my dress when a crash was heard on the other side of the library.  

“Brother! Are you in here?  I need to get away from all of the matchmaking endeavours mother has concocted,” the voice of Anthony’s brother, Benedict, was heard.  Anthony’s head snapped up, a panicked look in his eyes.  

“Stay here.  I shall get rid of him,” Anthony whispered before rising from the sofa, straightening his jacket where I had mussed it.  “Brother.  You find me at an inopportune time.  I was just leaving,” he called out to his brother, trying to prevent him from seeing me.

“Why?  You already met with the steward this morning.  You have nothing else planned until dinner.”  Even I could hear the skepticism in Benedict’s voice as it grew closer.  

“Well, yes, but I thought I might go for a ride,” Anthony hedged.

“Wonderful!  I shall join you!”

“No!” Anthony shouted.  “I mean, I was wishing to ride out alone this time,” he finished in a more tempered tone.  

There was a long pause where I thought Benedict just may have believed the lie.  “Are you sure you want to be alone?  Because I think Miss (Y/L/N) might disagree.”  I gasped.  “I shall see you at dinner, brother, Miss (Y/L/N),” he said, a door closing behind him shortly after.  

I sat up with a huff, my cheeks flaming a brighter red than they had been before.  “I am sorry; I did not think anyone would follow me here -”

“What door did he come through?” I interrupted what was sure to be a very eloquent apology.

Now, the Viscount’s cheeks turned red and he scratched the back of his neck nervously.  “Well, um, he used the hidden entrance in the south wall.”

“Oh, you cad!” I screamed.  “Open it.  Now, my lord.”

Anthony silently moved toward the south wall, pulling a certain book back to reveal a hidden door.  I gathered my dignity about me as I fixed my skirts.  I caught a whiff of his cologne once more as I passed him, and for a brief moment, I wanted to turn back.  Instead, I held my head high, giving the Viscount one of those superior looks other ladies had mastered.  I wanted him to know I was not to be trifled with.

But I knew this was not the end of my encounters with the Viscount.

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[astraltrickster]

I feel we're at a point where we need to step back and consciously remind ourselves that posting ANYTHING personal online is a risk. It should be a calculated one.

Companies that run major websites HAVE to stay above board with the law, no matter how shit that law is, unless they're small enough to just dissolve and hide and pop up again under a different name later (usually meaning sole proprietorships) or big enough to be granted an unofficial "yeah we'll just look the other way because we want that sweet sweet lobbyist money" exception (in which case it's usually NOT gonna be the shit laws they're breaking). Meaning you should REALLY think twice about posting about anything illegal, and you should NOT be shocked when posts recommending illegal activity get nuked from a semi-major website.

This also means that if you're on a platform that's not DESIGNED for privacy - which, in many cases, includes the implicit purpose of enabling breaking certain laws the platform creators think are stupid, though they can't admit to it (just like how you can sell bongs in states where weed is still illegal but you have to SAY they're "for tobacco use only") - you have to operate under the assumption that ANYTHING you say can be intercepted and monitored. Again - unless the platform is explicitly there for privacy, unless your communication is end-to-end encrypted, unless the cops have reason to understand and believe that the logs don't EXIST, assume ANY platform host will hand over a complete log of everything you've said there and where you said it from to the cops upon request.

In addition, posting publicly about things that are typically protected by certain privacy laws can undermine the protection from those laws. "Reasonable expectation of privacy" is a legal term. You have it with things you say in private in your home. You have it to an extent with quiet conversations you have with a friend at a coffee shop. You DON'T have it with things you scream on a public street - and you DEFINITELY don't have it with things you post online with your legal name and actual human face attached.

I say this, because for the past few years I've noticed a disturbing trend of people assuming this is a uniquely bad EXCEPTION to a general free-for-all, and not...the rule. This is the default! This isn't a uniquely evil thing about Facebook or Twitter or Discord or anywhere else! It's not a "tumblr is secretly betraying us right under our noses" thing! This is just the reality of operating a website under the legal systems that exist! Even if it's a site whose operators' internal values are truly aligned 100% with yours, you STILL have to assume they're going to sing like a canary because, come on, do you really expect them to sacrifice themselves over one (1) user? Maybe a tiny forum of friends would, but no company is going to do that.

And that's not even getting into what happens when it's not a host/operating company or organization, but just some individual asshole other user with an axe to grind.

Tl;dr remember that We Live In A Society, stop expecting people and companies not to cover their asses, be careful about what you share online, and learn to use actual encrypted services. Sure, Facebook and other shitty entities like to pretend the internet is a super cool safe playground where all but doxxing yourself does more good than harm, but they're blatantly fucking lying. Talking about your disabilities is a risk. Talking about being queer is a risk. Talking about anything that might become illegal in your area is a risk. CALCULATE THOSE RISKS BEFORE YOU TAKE THEM instead of doing the shocked Pikachu face when your post of detailed instructions for how to firebomb a police station gets taken down and you get put on a list because you left it perfectly traceable to your real identity.

#internet safety