grim

If he leans in for a quick check and shrugs "ye smell fine, dude." Then chances are you smell fine.

"I told you it's fine." He speaks around a handful of popcorn, only half-focused on the movie playing "what happened, though? You an' soap having a spat already."

"It's...it's not that." That tightness you've been fighting off all week returns, and you have to blink up at the ceiling to stop from crying. "It's uhm...it's a bit more serious. I've been looking for a new apartment."

That has kyle pausing the movie, fully turning to stare at your makeshift bed on the couch, "what? What the hell? Why? Are you okay?"

"It's uh– I don't—" you purse your lips together. It never gets easier admitting this, though you've always talked to Kyle about your struggles "I don't think soaps okay with me being trans."

Silence. Heavy anf oppressive while gaz takes it in. When he speaks, his voice is carefully neutral. "What makes you think that, man?"

"He gets...weird, about it, yknow?" You wave a hand ambiguously, as if that at all explains it "gets cagey if I do my shots in the kitchen even though it has the best lighting."

You begin to tick off on your fingers, "he stays in his room all day if I decide not to wear a shirt in the blazing heat. Hasn't brought a bird home in weeks, probably embarrassed of me. He even makes a big deal about my fucking boxers, staring at them like they'll attack! Even though he wears briefs around the place all the time!"

At the end of your tirade, gaz lets out a long, suffering sigh. He scrubs a hand over his face, "soap...is a fucking dimwit."

"...what?"

Gaz looks at you, seems to mentally debate something before sitting up properly. "Soap doesn't hate you, he has a godsdamned crush on you."

"....what!?" You almost want to laugh.

"Yeah. He never fuckin' shuts up about it, just ask ghost or price." Gaz snorts, seemingly over his initial apprehension "he probably acts weird because he's trying to he respectful and not pop a boner every other minute you're around."

Oh.

Oh shit.

"I uh....I need to go. Talk to him." Your face is burning, grabbing your stuff hurriedly "thanks for the advice!"

He’s so clingy long before you’re even dating, he’s practically on top of you 24/7 after being friends for a few months

He’s always got an arm slung over your shoulder, maybe even pulling you closer

He’s resting his chin on your shoulder to see in front of you instead of just stepping to the side

He’s laying down on your lap the second you sit on the floor

cw ! -- SMUT and SEX . GAY SEX. ,, frat!fuckboy!katsuki x twink!m!reader, slight homophobia, gay awakening, sighhh we love the gays in denial a / n -- no synopsis cuz im lazy and i LOVE THIS SM.

(˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) -- smoke hovered in the air, forming a small thick cloud on the roof of the room. the doors were closed and locked, window slightly cracked. the bong you and Katsuki shared was sitting on the floor right by him, while you laid on his bed.

you both had been spacing out, high, for a while, not even speaking for a while.

"Why are you gay?" he finally spoke, glancing up at you with glazed eyes. his eyes always did that whenever he got high, they got really glossy. it was kinda hot. "Wha?" you weren't sure if it was the weed or just his bullshit.

"Why are you gay? It ain't even all that.." he muttered, taking a long drag of the blunt between his fingers, blowing smoke out his nose. he never seemed to cough whenever he did tricks and shit. you could never do that. "All you do is rub dicks and makeout." your stoned giggles echoed in the room cluttered with dirty clothes and decorated with band posters that only degenerates would listen to.

"Have you ever heard of a prostate, you dick?" he stared at you like you grew a second head. "Oh my god, how'd you get through highschool?" you rolled your eyes, sitting upright. his eyes locked onto your slim waist and trailed up to your face.

he wasn't gay.

definitely.

he just.. appreciated your looks. and liked how you looked and acted and were just feminine in a way. he was not gay for doing that, and he definitely wasn't gay for jerking off to the thought of you a few times.

never gay.

"It's like.. in your butt." you snicker, pinching his neck. he hissed, glaring at you. "How the hell does that even work? Where even is it?" he looked over your thighs and waist again, cursing mentally to himself. not gay.

you shrug, laying back on the bed, stretching. "Iunno.. the dudes I fuck know how to find it real well." you tease, lightly kicking his shoulder. he grabbed your ankle, staring right up at you.

"Then let me find it."

you had to stare at him for a hot minute. it felt like hours went by as the two of you made direct eye contact. you tried to find the joking tone in his words, but it wasn't there. "You... what?" "You heard me."

he stood upright, and you realized just how big he really was. his hand was the size of your face. imagining it inside of you was..

"You're hard." he pointed out, looking at your thighs. he moved closer to you, palms cold on your legs. "So? Can I, or what?" as much as he was a dickhead, he was big on consent, that was for sure.

words caught in your throat, but you finally let out a faint squeak that sounded remotely like a yes. he rolled his eyes, grabbing your waist and flipping you to your stomach. "Ack! Hey!" you whine, breath hitching as he pulled your legs to the end of the bed, tugging of your shorts. "Those things are like panties, how the fuck do you wear them?"

you could hear the sound of something opening, but one hand remained on your ass. "I.. I just.. tuck well- oh my god!" a cold liquid oozed on your backside, making you jolt and prop yourself up with your arms. "Kats, what is!-"

"Lube. I'm not a dumbass." his fingers grazed over your hole, watching you tremble and hearing your breath shake with every word. "Y-you just keep that stuff in your room!?"

he couldn't help but smirk. "Fuck yeah. I get lucky all the time." he shrugs. "Just first time doin' it with a dude." he realized what he said, and rolled his eyes. "It's not gay."

you huffed, glancing at him. "You have me bent over your bed, lube on my ass, while you fii-- fuck!" one finger slid in, your muscles tightening up. "Damn.." he murmured, looking at the back of your head as it hung low.

you tried to compose yourself, swallowing thickly. "Th-thiss is.. so gay.. " you muttered, trying to speak again only to be cut off by Katsuki inserting another finger. every moan and little gasp made him all the more curious. "Huh..mm.." he muttered to himself, leaning over you.

his fingers moved slow, but they rubbed against every inch of your insides, until he hit a spot that made you act the way he thought you would. your arms shook, unable to support you as you moaned and gasped, legs squeezing shut.

"Kats, Kats, Kats, please-" your begging whispers fell on deaf ears. to him, this was the jackpot. he used his knee to push your legs apart, fingers moving painfully slow while you struggled to speak.

your saliva on the sheets mixed with the hot tears starting to form from pure pleasure. all of your other hookups never felt like this. was it different because he was your best friend? or because you were high? "What's wrong?" he cooed in your ear, looking at your twisting face. it was euphoric.

"Please, please, I-" he pushed harder, going at an unbearable pace just to make it harder for you to talk. he loved being a tease. "Tell me. What's the matter, hmm?"

your adorable whimpering was so cute. he adored watching you like this. "M'gonna- please, please.." "Gonna what? Gonna finish? jus'like that?"

he teased, looking at your pitiful expression. you didn't last another second before shooting ropes all over his sheets, legs trembling and arms giving out. his fingers worked just a bit faster, listening to your moans like it was heaven's harps.

your squirming caught him off guard. you were genuinely trying to escape him. how cute.

"Y'know m'stronger than you, right?" he smirked, watching you still attempt to wriggle your way out of his grip. he adjusted himself behind you again, putting a heavy hand on your back, keeping you down. "This is mine, understand?"

his words felt reassuring in a way, in a possessive, euphoric way. his claimed ownership only made you more aroused, your back arching erotically. "Oh, hit a little nerve did I?"

he smiled ear to ear when you went slack and allowed him to use you. "No one else could make you feel like this, could they?" you couldn't utter a word, just babbling nonsense into the sheets that muffled you. nodding was all you could do.

he pulled your head to the side, just so he could hear you moan. "You like this, huh? Cummin' just from my fingers.. imagine how my dick would feel." your moans got a bit louder as he pressed harder. if his hands were this big, you could only imagine the monster in his pants.

he brushed your hair to the side, away from your mouth, putting his hand right back on the other side of your head. "Belongs to me, right?" you nod again, and he sucks his teeth. "C'mon, lets use those words.."

he presses harder, making you yelp. "Yes!"

"There we go, that's right..good boy.."

you could feel warmth pooling in your stomach, your hips moving on their own to press against his hand. "Ah? Gonna cum all over again?" he slowly removed his fingers, smirking as you whimpered, your hole feeling empty.

"I want you to work for it."

by the time the two of you ended, it was 7am in the next morning and you had passed out about three times.

he stopped talking bad about gay people, that was for sure.

heh.. we love this even tho its ass

I am a PTSD sufferer, and one of the symptoms of PTSD is hypervigilance. Constantly watching your back, constantly aware of any shifts in mood in a room, always paranoid, always looking for the other shoe to drop— its not a fun way to live, and it is not a sign of a healthy mind. You should NOT be constantly checking every single piece of good news you recieve, you are allowed to be happy about things you see in passing, and a lot of the time, they are good things, or maybe you can get good things out of them. Despite the probable side effects of this project it IS going to restore a massive amount of lost media to the web, so we'll get to have that, even if we're not actually going to get a platform safe from AI influence altogether.

And this could still be jumping to the worst case scenario. We haven't seen a TOS. sure, this company does AI training elsewhere, but every tech company in the world does that, so maybe this is unrelated. Do I believe that, no. But it's not stupid to hope for it. Hope is never stupid.

Also, the sources for this aren't actually that easy to find. It's like four pages deep to get from the new diVine company to the sponsor of the company to their other projects to the section of their other projects that mentions AI. It took me a bit, and I KNEW IT WAS THERE.