portable heater
a game of uno, bad puns and hot chocolate.
smut.
“I want you to know, whatever happens after this,” Alex begins, “I love you. And I’ll always love you. No matter how this ends.”
“Alex, you don’t know how honored I am to have my heart broken by you.”
He examines his deck of cards before pulling one from his hand. “Draw four.”
You look down at his chest, the impromptu table you’ve used throughout the game. You’ve got a weapon in your arsenal, too.
“That’s cute,” you pull your draw four from your deck. “Draw eight.”
“No, no, no.” He sits up, the cards falling onto his hips and the floor underneath him. You bite back a moan from the sudden movement, his tip just tickling your sweet spot. “You can’t do that. Can’t put a draw four on a draw four.”
You attempt to sit straight in his lap, your back threatening to arch. “We’re playing house rules. Whose roof are you under?"
Just to tease, you clench around him, your wetness seemingly never-ending with him buried in you deep. He fits almost too perfectly, every inch hot and snug between your tight walls, the stretch burning deliciously. You could stay like this forever, but Alex can’t.
“Yours,” his voice airy, lust coated in every letter. “Teasing should be against the rules.”
“I’ll ask again: whose roof are you under?” You squeeze once more for good measure, your composure almost faltering as you watch him sink to the floor again, his neck arching, veins prominent as he hisses.
“Yours. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” It almost sounds like a plea.
You want to give him what he wants, you do, but you can’t help but be on your highest horse while you’re on his lap. Control looks good on you; keep wearing it. You look down at the scattered cards on the ground, sucking your teeth.
“I should make you clean these up,” your tone commanding, but you quickly flatline, “but I want hot chocolate. Get up.”
He rises slowly, your sweet spot being teased again with his tip. The cards in your hand begin to dent as your grip tightens. His large hands find either side of your legs, preparing to pick you up. You drop the cards and snake your arms around his toned shoulders.
“Ready to get up, cheater?”
“Don’t hate the player. Hate the game.”
With a ‘hup!” he lifts you two off the floor. You clench again, this time for good reason, afraid of losing the heat you’d built up. Alex nearly stumbles on his feet, his hands sure to leave marks on your thighs with his grip.
“You can’t do that and expect me to walk straight.”
You run your hand over the soft fuzz on his head, and you swear he twitches inside you. “M’sorry. Didn’t know the walls were closing in on you.”
Alex doesn’t laugh, but you still hear the rimshot in your head. He begins his descent into the kitchen, “You talk a big game for someone with a cock inside of ‘em.”
You pull back, your fingers tracing over the muscles of his chest, your fingertips “accidentally” grazing his nipple. “Some may even call me… cocky.”
You don’t know how he does it, but his hand comes up to smack your ass. The sting just turns up the building heat in your core. You suppress a moan in his neck, his skin lightly scented with body wash and aftershave.
He pulls open the cupboard with one hand while the other rests underneath you. He grabs the hot chocolate mix and mugs for both of you. Before he can reach for the kettle, you stop him.
“I want mine with milk, please.”
He lets out a sharp breath through his defined nose, his frustration growing more apparent. You love every second of it.
You shudder when the cold air of the refrigerator hits your bare ass, though it does soothe the sting from the smack Alex gave you moments ago. He closes the fridge with his foot, his leg barely reaching the door.
“You should carry me like this all the time. Do housework. Pay bills. Go for a run even.” Your nails lightly scratch the hair on the back of his neck, and goosebumps begin forming on his arms. You feel a familiar twitch in your core again and kiss his flushed cheek. “Just a little longer, baby, okay?”
Alex chuckles, most likely compensating for his shaky handiwork with the milk, some drops missing the mugs completely. “I’m convinced you’re trying to kill me.”
“A lovely way to go out, ain’t it?” You kiss his unmoving lips, pouting at the lack of reaction. “Kiss me, you fool.”
Shuffling to the other side of the kitchen, he places both mugs in the microwave. “Once I start kissing you, I won’t stop.”
You shut the microwave door with your free hand. “You say that like it’s a bad thing. One minute on high.”
His trembling hands press the buttons, sweaty fingerprints staining the numbers. You find it adorable. Once the microwave hums, he plops down on the dining chair. He comes down a little too hard, his tip going past your sweet bits, all while you shout profanities in your head. Your clit just grazes the fabric of his sweatpants, your walls becoming more hot and slippery by the second. Your nails sink into his shoulders as he groans, low and guttural.
“How much longer?” He leaves wet kisses along your neck, desperation in each peck. His hands come underneath your sweater with no destination, just wanting your skin against his own. You clear your throat, your cold hands finding warmth underneath his tank top. He thrusts into you at the contact, and you scratch at his stomach.
“When the hot chocolate is ready.” The words barely make it out of your mouth.
As if on cue, the microwave beeps. You’re annoyed he has to get up again, but you’re pleasantly surprised when Alex finally pecks your lips.
“I fucking hate you right now.” In this context, it’s the kindest thing he’s ever said to you.
You smile before kissing his cheek, his stubble tickling your lips. “Love you too.”
As he gets up, his footing is shakier than before, moving painfully slow, both afraid of dropping you and shooting his load. You hope for the latter. Your legs squeeze his hips in a vice grip, allowing him to use both hands to grab the mugs out of the microwave. He holds the cups mere inches from your ass; you don’t worry about him burning you, but in your mind, the more heat, the merrier.
Sitting the both of you down once more, Alex makes sure to move much slower this time. Coming down with a sigh, he hands you your hot chocolate, his smile condescending. The frosty feeling in your hands melts immediately, and you take a sip, the sweet and hot liquid fuzzing your chest. You’re finally warm.
“If you spill any of that…I am going to fuck you into oblivion.”
You smile as you take your next sip. You love him too much to do such a thing. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
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i love ryomina
no but seriously. even when i’m thinking about other things that captivate my interest, i find myself coming back to them and feeling like i fell down three whole flights of staircases every time i do. they are one of my favorite pairs in media and are very special to me.
it’s the way that ryoji and minato’s lives are inevitably intertwined with each other due to the circumstances 10 years ago on the moonlight bridge. without no minato, there is no ryoji. minato as he is today is because of ryoji. they have irreparably affected each other’s lives that you cannot discuss one without bringing up the other one.
ryoji mochizuki, who is death, pharos, thanatos, nyx avatar, the man of many names and identities, is the perfect summation of p3′s messages and themes.
minato arisato, the wildcard and protagonist, who has boundless kindness in his actions despite the unfortunate cards handed to him.
the two of them complement each other and tell a beautiful story from start to finish.
minato’s personas capture this perfectly. he awakens to orpheus, who’s flames burns bright, is snuffed out by thanatos during the encounter against the arcana magician. a visual precursor of the idea that ryoji stole from the life that minato could have had.
it’s the way that over the course of the game as minato interacts with pharos, talking throughout the dark hour, forging a bond that cannot be broken, that allows ryoji to exist. minato humanizes death.
november. the bells toll, calling the appriser. and yet, it’s peaceful... quiet, and full of life. ryoji, who breaks free from death’s chains, refusing his role, is given the chance to live for a month. to make the most of the humanity that minato has given him over those ten years. and what a life he lived. ryoji’s life is a reflection of what minato’s life could have been like in another universe.
it is the way the two of them are reflections of each other. ryoji with his hair down is just like minato. they are both stubbornly committed to choosing to be kind, to love life, yet are chained down by the cards the narrative dealt them with. they finish each other’s sentences, knowing each other intimately in a way no one else does.
how is that, a boy who lived for only one month, profoundly changes the course of the narrative? he is simultaneously relevant and irrelevant. blink, and you miss it, the beautiful life that he led.
ryoji is horrified at the revelations of being the appriser. he who so desperately wished to forget that his existence was meant to bring the end to all life, was unable to escape the inevitability of death. in a non-human way, of course. he becomes remorseful. a shadow of his brief time as a human who was enamored by the small beautiful things that life had to offer.
he is swallowed by grief. grief knowing that his very existence will take away not only minato’s life, but everyone else’s. the very thing that ryoji loved- life, fundamentally went against the role he was born for- to be the harbinger of death. and unable to grapple with this sadness he believes that the best thing for minato to do is to kill him, so that SEES can live in bliss not knowing about their inevitable end.
SEES is left rattled, calling into question what the meaning of life is and what they do when faced against the inevitability of death.
and!!! minato chooses!! for ryoji to live!! even in spite of what ryoji is MEANT to embody, minato still stubbornly chooses to defy death itself! and if that’s not cool i don’t know what is!! minato wants everyone to have the chance to live!!
so he climbs. he ascends tartarus, to meet ryoji, again, who is now the nyx avatar. and i just think there’s something so so beautiful about being able to use messiah, minato’s ultimate persona, against nyx avatar.
messiah, being the fusion of orpheus and thanatos is peak ryomina to me. because ryoji and minato have established an unbreakable bond from having been entwined for 10 years, minato still has a piece of death with him, and by proxy!! ryoji is able to defy and rebel against nyx trying to bring the fall! and i think that’s fucking cool shit if you ask me!
even when all of the arcanas have been gone through, it’s still not enough to stop the fall. and yet. minato knows. in the way that ryoji was sealed in minato 10 years ago by aigis... minato becomes the great seal so that everyone can live. it comes full circle.
march rolls around. he fulfills his promise to SEES on graduation day. minato dies from exhaustion. but goddamn does his sacrifice make me weep- he’s had such, such a tiring journey. he’s been through so many things because he was at the wrong place at the wrong time. but at the end of it all, he’s reunited with ryoji in death.
and i think this is why ryomina continues to evoke so much emotions for me, to this day. the relationship that they have embodies so much of persona 3′s messages and themes that it makes me feel like a microwave with nothing running in it.
p3′s message is very hopeful, for me. my favorite takeaway from it is that even if death is inevitable, appreciating the life that we were given and choosing to live as best as we can with kindness (even if we can’t feasibly do everything), is just? really nice? and you see this manifest in both ryoji and minato’s personalities and what they do for the other characters.
ryomina just feels so distinct to me, the flavor that their relationship ties back to my favorite takeaways from this game and im just!! god!! i love you minato arisato! i love you ryoji mochizuki! im so glad that i could meet them! i’m happy that they changed my life! they made me want to appreciate the connections in life even if they were fleeting! they made me!! want to pay attention to the good moments in life and cherish them!
i love ryomina so much!!! i’m so glad that these two could bring so much joy into my life! and i hope that others can have this joy too! 💛💙
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Bumbleby: Pokémon AU
After a few years of Yang travelling with Blake through Remnant and excelling at being Pokémon trainers, Yang finds a Kubfu while trekking through Mistral. She and Blake find the two towers that will allow Kubfu to evolve and decide to camp out for the night before Yang goes in.
What Blake doesn't know is that Yang woke up in the middle of the night and went to the tower. Her decision resolute.
Yang: (trying to quietly get back into her sleeping bag, but Barkanine is taking up the whole mat) Barkanine, move your fuzzy butt, darn it!
Blake: (wakes up groggily) Yang?
Yang: Oh! Hey, Blake. Sorry, did I wake you?
Blake: No, just had a weird dream. (looks around) Where's Kubfu? I thought he was using Barkanine as a pillow earlier.
Yang: Uh.... Okay, look. You can't be mad at me. I, uh, wanted this to be a surprise.
Blake: (raises an eyebrow) A surprise?
Yang: (brings out Urshifu) Uh...ta-da?
Blake: (furrows brow in disappointment) Yang... I thought you said that you wanted to go into the tower together...
Yang: I did! But... I wanted this to be special...
Blake: ....Elaborate?
Yang: It, uh, might be better if I show you. (looks up at Urshifu) Little help, bud?
Urshifu: (sends Dark Pulse into the treeline)
Blake: (blinks in shock) You...turned him into a dark type?
Yang: Yeah! I... I wanted this to be special. I found Kubfu while we were travelling together, and I've wanted to get a dark type for a while because...
Blake: (sitting up) Because?
Yang: (takes a deep breath) Because I love you and I wanted to show that by having a dark type in my party....
Blake: (shell shocked)
Yang: I know! I know. It's really stupid.
Blake: It really isn't.
Yang: It isn't?
Blake: (shakes head) No, it's really sweet. Actually, I, um, have something to show you too... (pulls out Pokéball and brings out a Houndour).
Yang: (jaw drops) Fire... and a dog....
Blake: (blushes) Great minds think alike.
Yang: Y-You don't...mean...
Blake: I love you too.
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