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mysticaldeanvoidhorse · 1 year

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Forged in Love

Hephaestus x Aphrodite!reader

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Part 4

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You and Athena dispersed with everyone back to the main decorated room.“Okay, what’s up?” Athena asked you.

“What do you mean?” You responded.

“I saw you looking at Hephaestus”

“I looked at him like everyone did when he walked up, what is your point?”

“Oh please, I have known you too long for that. That wasn’t a ‘I’m a gossip whore, what more drama can this guy bring?’ that was a ‘I am interested in this guy’ look”. Your cheeks grew red.

“No it wasn’t, I don’t know him and I barely saw him, he covered himself up so even if I wanted to see him, not that I do, it wouldn’t matter anyway because he left.” You responded defensively.

“He left the room, but not the party.” You could tell she was trying to bait you and you wouldn’t give her the satisfaction.

“Oh, I didn’t even notice.” You tried to sound casual even though it was the truth.

“I have met him, you know.” She told you. This got your attention.

“What? How have you never told me?”

“I didn’t say anything because it wasn’t relevant and you are always telling me how much you don’t like to gossip.” She gave you a pointed look. You rolled your eyes because she was right.

“Okay, but at least tell me why the rumors depict him as a gruesome figure, when I couldn’t see any. I am no trying to gossip, just set the record straight.” You took a sip from your glass. She gave you a look that said, I don’t believe you for a second.

“He doesn’t meet the Olympic standard of beauty and if you want to know why, you will have to see for yourself.”

“I only would care out of professional curiosity.” You told her.

“Sure.” She took a sip and looked around. “Oh, I need to say hello to Hecate, so while I do that you go find your mystery man.”

“He is not my mystery man, ‘Thena. And even so, he isn’t here.”

“Sure he is, he is right out there on the balcony.” You followed where she motioned and sure enough, there he was, a cloaked figure that you could barely make out.

“How did you even see him? I barely see him and I am looking for him.” You looked at her amazed.

“I see things many don’t.” She responded. And that was the truth, which made sense given she was the goddess of strategic warfare and wisdom. “Now, I must go save Hecate from Apollo, she is much too nice to save herself.” With that she grabbed your glass from your hands and nudged you towards the balcony.

You walked slowly, trying to think of something to say. Usually you didn’t have to start conversations as gods tripped over themselves to win your attention but you knew he was no ordinary god.

“Well, here goes nothing” You thought to yourself, and stepped into the night air.

The figure didn't move so you cleared your throat. He turned slightly, acknowledging your presence.

“Not one for parties?” You asked as lightly as you could. You cringed thinking duh, he never comes to any. You stayed slightly behind him, and far enough way to seem like less of a threat.

“No.” He finally responded. The voice was deep, gruff, and sexier than you expected.

“Honestly, me either.” You told him honestly.

He half turned, and you saw his hair peek out of his hood. You wanted to look but did your best to not stare so you looked out at the beautiful night sky. Nyx really outdid herself, even for a party.

He breathed a short laugh. “I seriously doubt that.”

“Why do you doubt it?” You half turned to him.

“Because you are the goddess of love and beauty, isn’t your whole thing being admired?” It was the most he had said to you yet. But it wasn’t accusatory, merely an observation

“Maybe once upon a time, eons ago. But there is more to me than meets the eye, and I think we should judge others based on their actions and personalities, and not based on rumors or looks.” You now looked at him pointedly. He faced you but you couldn’t see his face given the night and he was in a shadow so any light coming from inside did not shine on him.

“If only everyone thought that.” You weren’t sure if he meant that for you or not so you changed the subject.

“Sounds like you know who I am then.” You continued.

“Who doesn’t? Just because I don’t know everyone in that room doesn’t mean I don’t know of them.” He placed his hand in view on the ledge.

“I suppose that is fair. I guess we are on the same page, then. I only know rumors of you, and you only know the same of me.” You took the slightest step closer. He didn’t miss it and stiffened but didn’t move.

“I suppose. Although my rumors are worse.”

“I don’t know, you just told me you thought I was self obsessed, selfish, and shallow.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“But you thought it.”

“True.” You laughed and the tension eased slightly.

“I appreciate your honesty. It is hard to come by.”

“Lying isn’t productive or helpful.”

“I agree.” You told him. He sighed.

“Am I bothering you?” A pause.

“No.”

“Then I am flattered. Again, since what I know of you is speculation, I would think that I am one of the few who at the least, you don’t hate.”

“What makes you think I don’t hate you?” You detected humor in his deep voice.

“Are you making jokes now?”

“I suppose I am.”

“Then I am even more flattered. But what else would you expect from a shallow goddess?” You said with humor.

“Thank you.”

“For what?” You asked curiously.

“For taking a few moments without trying to discover my secrets. By now someone would have mentioned my appearance.” You could hear the hurt and vulnerability in his voice.

“I will be honest with you Hephaestus,” You began softly. “I am curious about the rumors and your cloak only adds to your mystery, but looks aren’t everything.” He couldn’t see your face, but you hoped he heard the smile in your voice.

“Hmm, of all the gods, it is not from your lips I would have expected to hear the statement.”

“I wonder who you would expect to hear it from?” You gently probed.

“Athena. Or Artemis, one of the abstinent gods.” He responded quickly.

“Athena is my closest friend.” You offered, “She is very wise, but that is unsurprising.”

“She is also kind when she wants to be. She talks about you.” He offered.

“Oh really? No wonder you had the idea of me you did.” You nervously chuckled.

“On the contrary, she had nothing but kind words for her friend. She thinks highly of you and she is wise, so there might be something to it.” You swore you saw a smile.

“I have to say, if I didn’t know better I would think you were smitten with her.” You teased. This was the wrong thing to say you quickly discovered. He tensed and took a step further into the shadows.

“No. She is nothing more than someone I have talked to on no more than a few occasions. I don’t bother with those kinds of feelings.”

“I can’t help but wonder why you wouldn’t consider her a friend if you have talked on more than one occasion. Especially since you both have decided romance is a waste of time.” You wanted to be kind, but the way he said the comment irked you.

“Not to offend the goddess of romance, but yes, it is a waste of time.” He said sarcastically. He clearly could care less if he offended you. This gave you the courage to say,

“I’ll have you know that she doesn’t think it is waste, but something unimportant to herself. She has never once made me feel that my purpose is unimportant. In fact, she can see the beauty in many things including love, and since she is wise maybe there is something to that opinion, as you say.” You let out a sharp breath.

Calmly he stated, “She is wise, but in my experience loving someone never ends well.” You had heard some of his history so you wanted to be careful.

“No, it doesn’t always end well, but does that mean it wasn’t worth it?” You could tell he was thinking.

“In my experience, yes, it is better to not get hurt.”

“Being alone can also hurt, so is there really winning that?” You quietly asked.

“It hurts less.” He stated.

“I am sorry. No one deserves to feel alone. Even if they are alone.”

“You are not at all what I expected.” You could tell he was looking at you and you badly wanted to see his face.

“And neither are you. But you have an unfair advantage.”

“And what advantage is that?” He asked unbelievingly.

“You get to see my face, but I do not get to see yours.” You tried to sound more bold than you felt. He seemed to bristle.

“And you never will.” He said darkly.

“Why not?” You wouldn’t back down now.

“Not all rumors are false.” He stated.

“Not all rumors are true.” You countered. He sighed and rubbed a hand over his face.

“This one is true.”

“Which one is true?” You wanted him to be clear.

“The one where I am a hideous beast.” He said it in such a way that made you think he had heard it many times from others and himself. And it broke your heart.

“Do I get to decide for myself if that is true, or do I just have to believe the rumor?” You asked softly, moving towards him slightly. He didn’t move away and you considered that a small win.

“You really want to see?” He asked softly.

“I do.” You answered kindly.

“I guess it wouldn’t change anything if you were as repulsed as everyone else.” He said so in such a vulnerable brokenness you wanted to cry for him. You didn’t say anything, just let him continue to make his decision. After a pause,

“Hephaestus, you have a choice here. I won’t pressure you, but know I do want to see you, not for fuel to gossip about, but because I am genuinely curious about you now. But you have no reason to trust me and I understand that so if you want me to walk away, I will.” He took a deep breath and stepped close to you out of the shadows. He slowly pulled his hood back and you saw his face for the first time and your breath hitched. Not because he repulsed you but the opposite. He was beautiful. Your first glimpse of him earlier was correct. He had a chiseled jaw, intense stare, hardened features, and his eyes seemed like they bore into your soul. The only difference was that he had stubble on his face, like he didn’t care how he appeared, except it only added to his appeal. Your mouth opened slightly.

“I told you.” He muttered. Before he could back away you took a step closer.

“No, not at all. The opposite. I am trying to understand why you hide your face at all. I see no imperfections.”

“You flatter.”

“I don’t flatter, I am to be flattered, remember?” Any humor vanished quickly given the moment. And how close he was, yet he moved impossibly closer. He was so close you could feel his breath. He pulled some of his hair away to show a scar above his eye. You couldn’t help but reach up and touch it. This caused him to close his eyes.

“This is a scar, not a grotesque imperfection. This is not something to cause such a horrid rumor.” You said so softly you didn’t know if you said it out loud or not. You must have because he opened his eyes and continued his intense stare. You weren’t sure if he knew how to do anything less intense. He reached down to put his hand on your cheek causing your eyes to flutter, but you kept eye contact. He had a way about him that you couldn’t look away, not because it was like a train wreck, but because he commanded that respect. You didn’t think he even knew it.

“Maybe, but you missed the most obvious part.” You frowned, not understanding. He backed away and you missed his warmth. He then showed you his arm. Or rather, where an arm would be. In its place was a metallic arm that radiated power, and it ended at his shoulder. You stared in awe.

“Did you make it?” You asked.

“Yes.”

“It’s beautiful. The craftsmanship is divine.”

“Glad you like it,” He said, a little confused and amused.

“Someday you will have to tell me the story.” You didn’t push for it now, knowing this had to be more than he was ready for, but thankful he complied with your probing.

“Hmm someday.” He said distractedly, still gazing.

You slowly reached for him.

“Can you feel this?” You questioned, lightly putting your hand on his ‘arm’.

“Yes.” He closed his eyes. His arm was cool, as metal would be on a cold night but it didn’t bother you.

“Fascinating. You truly are talented to be able to create such a masterpiece.”

“You don’t have to say things you think I want to hear.” His eyes were once again peering into your soul.

“I thought we were always being honest?” You countered. “I know what beauty is, remember.”

He smirked.

“I suppose you would.” You smiled at him but shivered, as the air was getting much cooler. You took your hand away and wrapped it around yourself, frustrated for the lack of contact with this mysterious man.

“You’re cold.” It was a statement, and he took his cloak off and wrapped it around you. It was warm, and smelled like fire metal, and something so manly, so lovely, so divine; so like him. You liked it.

“Thank you.” You said sincerely. “You must spend a lot of time in your forges, your cloak smells of fire and metal.” You smiled jovially. His smile lessened.

“I am sorry, I wasn't thinking.” He made a move to take it but you sheltered it from his grasp.

“It was not an insult, and you are not taking away my warmth.” He chuckled,

“I am sorry my lady, I meant no harm.”

“Good, otherwise I would have to leave for such insolence” You mocked, throwing your nose in the air.

“My apologies, please don’t leave.” And you knew he meant it.

“Why would I, when I am sincerely enjoying getting to know you?” You answered seriously.

He made a move to put his arm on yours but stopped.

“Why do you hesitate?” You asked.

“My presence, my touch, is not usually wanted, I am not used to such warmth.”

“Well…get used to it.” You answered by looking him straight on. He smiled for real, and you could tell this genuinely meant something to him.

“Aphrodite, there you are!” Zeus interrupted. “I see you have met Hephaestus, He doesn’t like these things but I made him promise to stay for awhile, I am glad you trapped him into staying haha!” he clearly was enjoying the ambrosia a bit too much.

“Yes, my lord, I have kept him here longer than I am sure he wanted to stay.” You said mostly looking at Hephaestus. He just kept looking at you, no expression to be found so you didn’t know what he was feeling.

“Well, come join the party! Have you said hello to Ares?” He wiggled his eyebrows and laughed at what he thought was clever. Ever full of tact.

“I will, my lord, in a moment.”

“No now, we must enjoy the evening otherwise Demeter might not like it.” He said half bitterly. You knew he wanted everyone to enjoy the night that he put on to snub her, and you just weren’t in the mood but meekly nodded. He nodded satisfactorily, and walked back inside.

“I guess I have to go.” You told Hephaestus.

“So it seems.” His voice never revealed how he felt and you wished you could read him better.

“I suppose I will see you at the next gathering?” You asked more hopeful than you meant to betray.

“I suppose you will.” He said.

“Until the next time then” You said, turning to go inside.

He grabbed your hand and kissed it, causing your stomach to flip. You didn’t trust your voice to respond to such tenderness ironically, but halfway back towards the room you thought to say,

“You lied, by the way.”

“I did?” He questioned.

“You said this rumor was true. It is not” You smiled and turned to go back inside. You missed the heartfelt smile he wouldn’t be dropping any time soon.

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free-pool-trash · 3 years

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dancing with our hands tied - peter maximoff

here it is you guys... the ✨very spicy✨ sequel to delicate which can be read here <3 (had to keep the rep song title theme going here)

please for the love of god let me know how this is I’ve never written smut before so please go crazy with the asks/comments/reblogs on this one I’d really appreciate it😩😓

word count: 4k 😳 (it’s not all smut dont get too excited)

warnings: +18 content, sexy times, unprotected wrap it before you tap it, swearing, i tried to keep vulgarity on a low level but i decided to just commit towards the end lmao, insinuation to sex from the beginning , some fluff and a tiny bit of angst sprinkled in there too, wandavision spoilers

You can definitely read this as a stand alone but it’ll make more sense if you read delicate first !! enjoy <3

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The days you spent in WestView had been tiring. Wanda seemed to be losing her composure with each day that passed, you watched how she became more and more skeptical of Peter and found yourself growing all the more anxious with the situation you’d run head first into. But, you were with Peter, your mind and his mind were free of Wanda’s influence and she’d been kind enough to appoint the pair of you your own house in the neighbourhood, a few doors down from her own, so, you couldn’t complain too much.

Today was a relatively quiet day, but you had a feeling that just meant you were in the calm before the storm. Tonight was, apparently, Halloween. Despite the fact that it was nowhere near October, you were more than happy to play along with Wanda’s over the top festivities.

Peter and Tommy had just zoomed into your and Peter’s bedroom, sporting matching outfits and excited expressions as they looked at you expectantly, “Well? What’d ya think?” Peter asked, motioning between himself and Tommy. The littlest speedster awaited your answer with wide, hopeful eyes, wanting validation from his cool uncle’s even cooler ‘friend’.

Yeah, you’d made out on Wanda’s couch but you still hadn’t addressed the question of where exactly your relationship stood. It felt as though the pair of you were both actively avoiding the awkward conversation, opting instead to simply fall into bed together every single night and completely disregard the boundaries of friendship in favour of hearing each other moaning until the early hours of the morning.

With a smile you let out a low whistle, “Looking good boys. I gotta say, Tommy, I think you’re outshining your uncle right now.”

You had to laugh when Tommy smirked triumphantly at Peter, “I told you she liked me more than you.” He boasted proudly and your laughs grew louder when Peter huffed angrily. He crossed his arms over his chest and jutted his bottom lip out childishly.

“Y/n, tell him you like me more.” Peter demanded, again, childishly.

You only grinned, “No comment.” You told him airily, making your way to your closet and hesitantly pulling out the latex costume Wanda created for you off of the rail, holding it by the hanger skeptically.

It was Peter’s turn to let out a whistle when his eyes scanned the skimpy looking leotard suspended by the hanger. The fabric mimicked the design of Peter and Tommy’s outfits although it seemed Wanda had gone out of her way to make yours ever so slightly sexier. The leotard was strapless with a sweetheart neckline and a silver lightning bolt ran through the light blue material. The only saving grace was the silver tights that hung from the hanger as well, at least you’d have some kind coverage. With one last peek into the closet, your eyes landed on a pair of white, knee high gogo boots.

“Christ…” You muttered, eyebrows furrowing at the thought of wearing the ensemble out in public, if it was cold tonight Wanda would be in for an aggressive telling off. With a deep sigh you turned to the two speedsters who were both staring at you, waiting for you to say something. “I guess we’re all gonna be matching tonight.”

“Sweet!” Tommy exclaimed while Peter only smirked. Peter, with a lot of effort, moved his attention from your costume to his nephew.

“Why don’t you go hang out with your brother for a while? I gotta talk to Y/n for a sec.” Tommy welcomed the suggestion, only nodding his head before he had sped out of your house and back to his own.

A gust of wind hit your face as Peter sped himself in front of you, the man didn’t hide his intentions as he gripped your hips and pulled you flush against him. Swaying his body against yours and bringing his lips to the exposed skin of your neck. He trailed his lips up your neck, sucking and nipping, smirking when you let out small noises of approval. When his lips reached the spot behind your ear, he gave a final, harsh suck which had your breath hitching and whining when he pulled away.

To be honest, you’d love to be able to call him your boyfriend and be certain that he thought of you as his girlfriend, but at the moment you were perfectly happy with whatever the fuck the two of you had going on if it meant you could keep feeling him against you like this.

“I cannot wait to see you wearing that.” He all but groaned against your ear, his voice deep and gravelly. The butterflies in your stomach went feral at his words and you had to pull your bottom lip between your teeth to keep from letting out a moan from his tone of voice alone, not to mention the fact that his crotch was pressed up against yours, he was excited to say the least.

Your hands slid up his chest and settled on either side of Peter’s neck, you gently pulled his head out from the crook of your nape and teasingly raised an eyebrow at him, “Maybe later I’ll let you help me get out of it.”

A wicked grin spread across his lips, he squeezed your hips in response, tugging you into him even further for some kind of relief then pressed his lips to yours briefly, murmuring against them, “That’s definitely a plan I can get behind.”

Giving him one last kiss, you pried his hands from your hips and pushed him away, “Alright, get lost I need to get ready.”

“Meet me at Wanda’s?” You nodded at his question, letting out a deep sigh you hadn’t noticed you’d been holding when he finally sped out of the room.

After a second of cooling down, you pulled on the outfit and you’d be the first to admit; Wanda knew what she was doing with this one. You looked incredible, albeit a little stupid in the costume, but still incredible.

When you made your way over to Wanda’s to meet up with the others, you let out a laugh seeing as Wanda was essentially wearing the same outfit as you, only with the added extras of a cape and gloves.

“Hey! Why are you dressed the same as Uncle P and Tommy?” Billy asked you curiously, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he glanced between you and Peter for answers. The speedster in question was smirking proudly, his arm finding a spot wrapped around your shoulder.

“Because she’s totally obsessed with me.” He lied with an over dramatic sigh, causing Tommy to laugh.

You rolled your eyes, elbowing him in the ribs playfully before focusing your attention onto Wanda, “I think it’s safe to say that Wanda and I will be winning best couples costume.” Wanda gave you a knowing grin and a not at all subtle wink in response to your statement.

“Only the best for the best.” She replied, walking forward and linking her arm with yours, stealing you away from Peter who whined in protest, “Oh hush, you can have her back later.”

Telepathy definitely had its perks, one of those perks being you could tell there was more to Wanda than just being an evil puppeteer. The two of you got along extremely well, you were actually growing to see her as a friend. It helped that you knew her story, though. You sympathised with her, knowing full well that if you lost the love of your life you’d probably create a false reality to be with him too. You’d already followed him into a fake reality so you supposed it wasn’t really too much of a stretch to imagine yourself in Wanda’s position.

As the night went on, yourself, Wanda and Peter were sitting around in town square, the twins having run off somewhere. Tensions were high between the interreality siblings at the minute, Peter seemed to be having the time of his life getting on Wanda’s last nerve, poking and prodding at her lifestyle choices.

“Lay off, Pete.” You warned quietly, your stare serious as you felt Wanda becoming impatient with the mutant. Your breathing stopped for a moment and you let put a horrified gasp, your hand clapped over your mouth as you stared at the image in front of you.

Peter’s skin was grey, his eyes were milky and he was littered in what you could only assume to be bullet holes- he was dead- no, you realised as you caught Wanda’s pained expression, he was Pietro.

Wanda regained her composure after a few seconds but the sight of Peter dead was enough to shake you to your very core and you found yourself shaking where you stood.

You didn’t even have a chance to regain your composure before shit had hit the fan. It had happened in a blur, Billy and Tommy were frantic and worried about Vision being in trouble and next thing you knew Wanda was sending Peter flying with a ball of energy after he made a smartass comment about Vision not dying twice.

Quickly, you ran to Peter’s side, he was groaning in pain and looking up at you through squinted eyes, “What the hell was that all about?” He grumbled, hiding his head in your lap when you got down on your knees beside him.

With a sigh you let your body fold against his, wrapping your arms around him and letting your head rest against his shoulder, the image of him bleeding out still too fresh and real in your mind. You could berate him for his brash behaviour another time, for now though; you just needed him close.

“Come on, dumbass. Let’s get you home before you decide to cause more trouble.” You mumbled, pulling him up with you. Ignoring his whining while you led him home, your arm remained firmly around his waist the whole way despite the fact he’d recovered from the blast Wanda dealt him after only a few minutes.

When you got back to the house that Wanda had deemed yours upon your arrival, you finally allowed yourself to breathe. Peter was staring at you with a guilty expression as you released a heavy breath through your nose and shuffled into the kitchen, the heels of your boots scraping on the hardwood as you walked.

Like a lost puppy, Peter followed you. Once he reached you lent against the sink he wrapped his arms around you from behind. He knew you weren’t angry at him by the way your arms immediately moved to grip his and tug them tighter around you.

“You know, her real twin- Pietro… he died,” Peter’s face contorted in confusion when you began to speak, he listened with concern as he could already hear your voice beginning to shake, absentmindedly he caught himself tucking you closer against his chest. “For a second… you must have said something that hit a nerve but for a few seconds…” Your voice hitched and you shook your head in an attempt to knock the image out of your mind, though you had a feeling it would haunt you for as long as you lived. When Peter noticed you’d started chewing at your bottom lip, as you always did when something was causing you anxiety, he gently turned you around in his arms so that he could look at you, his arms remaining firmly around you, yours finding a place resting against his chest.

“What happened, sweetheart?” He cooed, his eyes very much alive and staring into yours.

Swallowing thickly you answered, “You looked like him. You were dead.” You told him quietly and he was sure the look of grief on your face, brought on by the thought of him dying, would haunt him for a lifetime.

Your eyes watered as you took in his face. Scanning every part of it, his brown eyes that made you melt, the dimples that could still be faintly seen even when he wasn’t smiling, the lips that took up the vast majority of your thoughts and that tiny furrow between his brows as he looked down at you with worry.

You loved him.

Of course, you’d known this for years. But you needed him to know, and even though you were already well aware the overwhelming feeling is mutual, you needed to hear him say it.

His thumb running under your eye pulled you from your thoughts, “I’m not going anywhere, baby.” He whispered softly, his hand cupping your cheek as his thumb ran back and forth over your cheek bone. Your stomach flipped at the pet name and you nuzzled against his touch.

“Good. I don’t want to lose you ever again.” You confessed, looking up at him through your lashes fondly as his lips formed an almost sad smile.

Gently, he brought his lips down to meet yours, pouring his heart into the kiss, hoping it would make up for the turmoil he felt responsible for causing you. Too soon, he pulled away.

“Believe me, I’m never leaving your side. I mean come on, I’m without you for like three days and I end up being mind controlled by my sister who isn’t even my sister.” He chuckled out, a grin growing on his face as you began to smile too. He let his eyes close blissfully when you brushed your nose against his, a toothy smile on your face.

“You, Peter Maximoff, are completely hopeless.” You whispered through your smile as he opened his eyes to look at you. His own face sporting an adoring smile.

Your heart skipped a beat the second his next words passed through his smiling lips, “Without you, Y/n L/n, yes I am.” Within a second your arms were around his shoulders and your lips were moving frantically against his. Peter’s hands wasted no time in sliding down to your thighs, gripping them and propping you up onto the kitchen counter.

Your legs automatically wrapped around his waist and your hands got lost in his hair, keeping him as close as humanly possible while his lips migrated to your jaw.

An appreciative hum left your throat as he lapped at the underside of your jaw, leaving a mark before trailing his lips back to your mouth. His tongue licked at your bottom lip as he kissed you, moving it into your mouth the first chance he got. Peter moaned into your mouth when you gave his tongue a light suck.

You grinned at the sound and leaned your weight forward so you were primarily resting against his body, your arms and legs wrapped tightly around his body, your ass barely resting on the counter by that point. Welcoming your movements, Peter’s hands glided up from your thighs to grip your ass and pull you from the counter completely.

He carried you clumsily through the halls of the house, bumping into furniture and pausing to press your body against walls, his eyes closed and lips never separating from yours. You were about a foot away from the stairs when you felt your back make contact with the plaster behind you, your chest heaving when Peter abandoned your lips in favour of littering wet kisses across your chest, no doubt leaving a trail of hickeys in his wake.

You let your head fall back against the wall, enjoying the sensation of Peter nipping and licking at your skin, the man diving back to your neck as soon as he realised that your head thrown back made it entirely exposed to him. You released a breathy moan when his lips ghosted over a sensitive patch of skin, he moved his tongue frantically and you shuddered at the feeling of his hot breath hitting your bruised skin.

“Peter…” You whined when he pushed his crotch up against yours, pressing you further into the wall smirking against your neck when you called his name.

“Yes?” He asked teasingly, rutting his hips against yours once more, deliberately attempting to pull another moan from you, he obviously succeeded. His smirk broadened when you let out a huff and tugged his hair so he’d look at you.

Peter swore he was in heaven when his eyes met yours again, your face was red and your eyes were half-lidded, pupils blown wide with lust as your chest heaved. He could’ve exploded on the spot when you tugged your bottom lip between your teeth and looked at him innocently, all the while grinding your hips slowly and firmly against his. Peter clenched his jaw and let his eyes fall shut, his hands gripping your hips so tightly that you were pretty certain the area would have bruises come tomorrow. You were struggling to care about that though, focusing your energy on the man who had you pinned against the wall.

You brought your lips to Peter’s neck, repaying the favour, not detaching until you left a dark, albeit small, purple bruise on the underside of his jaw. Deciding to prolong the teasing for a little while longer you moved your lips up and let them hover by his ear and you began to let out soft little moans in response to his grinding, the action caused Peter’s movements to become more frantic and your lips to form in a smirk as you felt him hardening against you.

His breath was laboured when he murmured, “Let’s take this upstairs, yeah?” Before you could even answer he had sped the pair of you to the bedroom and you let your feet return to the floor.

As he stood in front of you, you took him in, swollen lips and Halloween hair completely tossed, not to mention the tent in his trousers that was very visible despite the layers of his costume. When your bodies collided again, it was a frenzy of hands, the both of you practically tearing the fabric off the other until you were in nothing but your underwear, kissing sloppily and stumbling towards the bed.

Peter’s lips attached to your chest again the second your back hit the mattress. He groped at your right breast while his tongue sucked on the other, swapping over before you pulled him back up to you.

The way he slotted between your legs and how his forehead rested on yours felt so perfect, you couldn’t help but grin.

“You’re gorgeous, sweetheart.” He muttered between kisses against your lips, his hands kneading your breasts as he did.

You were practically dripping by the time his hand slid down your stomach and under the band of your underwear. For someone with super speed he was moving agonisingly slow at the moment, his hand rubbing languidly over your wet core while he swallowed your moans.

“Fuck- God, Peter please.” You whined, your hips bucking into his hand, desperate for more friction than he was giving you.

The sound of your voice, so needy for him, was all he needed before he was pulling your underwear off, tossing the thin material over his shoulder haphazardly and shimmying out of his own boxers, clumsily kicking them away from his ankles, earning a giggle from you.

When he kneeled on the bed between your bent and separated knees you sat yourself up, sliding one hand up his bare chest and resting it against his shoulder while the other slid downward, only stopping once it was wrapped around his shaft. Peter sucked in a harsh breath when your began pumping him softly, the man completely losing it when your thumb swiped over his tip collecting the precum that had gathered and using it to wet the length of his dick as you continued to fuck him with your hand.

As much as Peter was loving the image and feeling of you jacking him off, he knew if you carried on he wouldn’t be able to last much longer. Still, he didn’t have the heart to pull your hand away when you were making him feel so good. His head found it’s favourite spot in the crook of your neck and he groaned out against the skin that was littered with little purple and red marks from his earlier work, which he’d be sure to admire later, “Shit, Y/n-“ He croaked through a moan, hands gripping your hips as he fought the urge he had to thrust into your hand, “M’not gonna last much longer if you keep doing that.” He groaned out, almost reluctantly, not truly wanting you to stop while simultaneously craving more.

You stopped your motions at his statement, giggling when he let out a strangled noise of disappointment at the sudden lack of pleasure. Doing the honours, you lined him up with your entrance, letting him take over when his lips connected with yours.

Peter gently pushed you back until your head was resting against your pillow and your back was flush with the mattress. His lips continued to mesh with yours as he pushed into you inch by inch until he bottomed out. The deep groan he released was music to your ears and your hands gripped his biceps when he began to thrust in and out.

A symphony of moans filled the room as Peter had managed to set a steady pace, trying his best not to let his mutation get the best of him, as much as he wanted to just go to town he was determined to make you feel as good as you made him feel and judging by the way your head was thrown back and his name fell from your lips like a prayer; he guessed he was doing an okay job.

In only a few minutes Peter had you gasping and clutching onto him like your life depended on it as he picked up speed, one of his hands reaching down between your bodies to rub your clit, his hips snapping against yours. Soon enough, you felt the pressure in your stomach release, your walls clenching around Peter’s dick as your back arched and you released around him. After only a few more staggered strokes, Peter moaned your name against your lips, finishing inside of you and thrusting lazily, riding out his high and subsequently helping you ride out yours.

You let out a blissful sigh when Peter pulled out and rolled over to lay on his back beside you, his chest heavy and his blonde hair sticking slightly against his forehead.

“That- that was awesome.” He mumbled, intertwining his fingers with yours, holding your hand by his side.

Over the last couple of nights you and Peter had, admittedly, ended up in a similar position but neither of you intended for it to happen. It’d usually start off innocently enough, with cuddling or just talking and then one of you would move in just that little bit closer and things would escalate. But there was something about this time that felt a lot more emotional than the few times before. “It was.” You agreed with an airy giggle, squeezing his hand affectionately.

A gust of air shook you from your haze. Peter had taken it upon himself to clean up the mess the pair of you had left between your legs, a pair of his boxers and one of his t-shirts now adorned your body matching him as he wore the same.

He was on his side facing you, his arms holding you against his chest securely the same way they had the night you’d shown up in WestView and urged him to kiss you. When he took you in, he kicked himself for missing out on so much of you for so long.

He was certain, one of these days he’d actually speak the three words that followed him around whenever he thought about you, but as he watched your eyes flutter closed, he decided the words would be best spoken some other time. He was well aware you already knew, just as he was well aware that you loved him, it needed to be said. Eventually, but not quite yet.

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BnHA Chapter 318: On Your Left

Previously on BnHA: The Hawksquad+Lurkers were all “well this sucks” and sat around a bit talking about how maybe they should actually come up with a new plan that is actually good, but then in the end they were like “nah.” Deku was all, “THERE’S SOMETHING INSIDE ME THAT PULLS BENEATH THE SURFACE!! CONSUMING, CONFUSING!! THIS LACK OF SELF CONTROL I FEAR IS NEVERENDING. IT’S HAUNTING HOW I CANT SEEM TO FIND MYSELF AGAIN. MY WALLS ARE CLOSING IN.” Just, literally that whole entire song. All Might was all “Deku you should take care of yourself, try eating a thing,” and Deku was all “BYE, ALL MIGHT,” and just LEFT. He left!!! What the fuck!!!

Today on BnHA: Endeavor is all, “maybe if Deku didn’t listen to All Might he’ll listen to me instead.” Deku is all, “[doesn’t listen to Endeavor]” because, well, yeah. The Vestiges are all, “surprisingly, even we are a little concerned -- maybe you should get some rest, kid.” Deku is all, “((Ò ‸ Ó)).” The Vestiges are all, “holy shit.” Deku is all, “[wanders the ruined city streets terrifying the populace on account of him looking like Shelob had a baby with one of the Nazgul].” Some shriveled-up puppeteer villain asshole is all, “HORIKOSHI SAID IT’S MY TURN TO ATTACK DEKU TODAY SO I AM GOING TO SUMMON MY FRIGHTENED HELPLESS ATTACK MOB!!” Kacchan is all “WHADDYA MEAN THEY FOUND THE NERD!!! -- oh wait, that’s me, I found him. I found the nerd, you guys.” And just in time, too. I was about to owe a whole lot of people a whole lot of dollars.

so I have been super good about spoilers this week as always, but let me tell you guys, for the past 36 hours my dash filters have basically been nonstop “manga spoilers” this and “bnha 318” that, and so I’m coming in with a fair amount of hype here. your move, Horikoshi

oh, good! they got Endeavor to call Deku to try to talk him out of it. what a great and wonderful plan

“listen up kid, you haven’t slept since March and you are basically a walking biohazard right now, I’m just telling it like it is. didn’t you get shot like three times?? and there was a whole thing about how you urgently needed medical attention?? and supposedly we gave it to you, but I mean you haven’t even changed your clothes and don’t seem to have any fresh bandages or anything, so did we?? did we, really?? and also we all got blown up yesterday, so yeah.” hmm he’s making some reasonable points here you guys, but you sure do go on and on, Endeavor

oh he says foreign aid is finally on its way! I’m sure they’ll be very helpful. I mean in fairness they can hardly be worse than the home-grown heroes at this point

hey Enji, could you maybe try appealing to Deku the sixteen-year-old human boy, as opposed to Deku The World’s Last Hope? he does have value beyond his quirk. I know that’s always been an incredibly difficult concept for you to grasp, but could you maybe TRY, jesus

and also we’re worried about you as a person?? you’re just a kid and you’re pushing yourself way too hard?? you were going to say that part next, right. why the hell didn’t Hawks make this call instead

“don’t worry about me... I’m completely fine” Deku you do understand that saying it over and over again doesn’t actually make it true

and again with the rush!! all the rush rush rush!! we’re running out of time, we can’t let AFO and Tomura keep getting stronger, I have to end this now, there’s no time to rest, etc. etc. etc. just the constant pressure of this whole big countdown on top of everything else

holy shit, you KNOW it’s bad when even the Vestiges are telling him to chill

these guys are basically the walking talking embodiments of self-sacrifice; if even they’re telling him he needs to take five, then he must seriously be like half a step away from death’s door

OH SHIT LMAO

DIDN’T EVEN LET HIM FINISH HIS SENTENCE BEFORE HE SENT HIM INTO THE FUCKING SHADOW REALM WITH THAT FUCKING LOOK. HOLY FUCK. DIDN’T EVEN KNOW IT WAS POSSIBLE TO DIE TWICE. SHIT

(ETA: so I’m pretty sure this was just Danger Sense activating and so he cut them off to go do more hero stuff, but I’m gonna go ahead and stick to my original interpretation anyway lol.)

anyway so how’s everybody doing. we all good? En, you good? Banjou? Shino? I’m imagining you guys all curled up in a little ball on the floor right now lol. can’t say I blame you though, no shame

lmaoooooooooooo

“SHEESH.” sheesh indeed, lmao. “what in the FUCK was that”

see, this is why y’all need Kacchan. you need someone who’s not going to back down from him no matter what. if it’s a matter of out-stubborning Midoriya fucking Izuku, then there’s only one other person on the planet capable of that, and we all know it. don’t pretend like you don’t. I am not going to shut up about this! we’ve had our hurt so now what about SOME COMFORT, DAMMIT

“I’m afraid that he’s becoming influenced by my conscience” nah are you kidding Nana this is all 100% made-in-Japan pure original Deku right here

see, Banjou gets it. “that kid, he’s totally going on his own.” exactly. this was so inevitable it was basically scientific law

“well I for one don’t see the problem with Deku being so obsessed with saving everyone else that he pushes himself until his body and soul literally fall apart” okay, whose speech bubbles are these?? we’re about to have words

lol of course

well you always did prefer the direct route didn’t you. but even you can’t possibly think this is okay lol

dark AU!Kacchan please tell us more about your badass doomed timeline in which everything went to shit and you apparently had the same character arc that Deku is having right now except it somehow made you sexier instead of turning you into a rabid t-rex. I have so many questions

oh so now you want to help??? well -- good, actually. sorry if that sounded offended just now lol

(ETA: so at first when I got to the end of this chapter I was wondering if Katsuki B. had somehow summoned his alternate-universe counterpart through trippy OFA space telepathy lol. but in the original Japanese there’s no reference to “we”, so this appears to be a mistranslation. this line should probably read more like “if there’s something/someone out there that would be able to complement/complete the current Midoriya Izuku [it would be]…” which, oh hello, is that Horikoshi once again reaffirming that Deku and Bakugou complete each other lol. “guess what guys, the Vestiges ship it too" heck yeah. they know what’s up!)

look how admiring his boyfriends are. HORIKOSHI GIVE US THE REST OF THIS BACKSTORY ALREADY GODDAMMIT

“meanwhile somewhere in the depths of the ruined city, Deku was having a dance-off with the villains”

I like how the villains all have this “AHH WHAT THE FUCK” kind of body language to them lol. I mean if it were me, and an eldritch horror suddenly clawed its way from the shadows with its writhing glowy tentacles and pants-shitting nuclear death stare, I would probably just die on the spot. no need to stick around. only pain awaits

lol for a minute I thought this was Can’t Ya See-kun and I was like “WHAT A FASCINATING CROSSING OF PATHS” but it’s just some random girl

he seems genuinely confused lol

Deku it’s because you look like something that crawled out of a sewer drain, sweetheart

lol they just took his word for it?

so trusting. even though they’re immediately hauling ass anyway just to be safe lmao

“my appearance is frightening to others” no shit Deku it’s because you look like a fucking alien exorcism. you look like a Lich that got caught up in an oil spill my dude

NO NOT THE CHOSEN ONE ANGST AGAIN

I RAN OUT OF ESSAY JUICE FOR THIS ALREADY HORIKOSHI!! I’VE BEEN TALKING ABOUT IT FOR MONTHS NOW WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG!! BUT ANYWAYS, GOOD!! I MEAN, BAD, THOUGH, OBVIOUSLY. BUT YES

“ENJOY THIS MONTAGE OF DEKU BATTLING A RANDOM KAIJU AND WANDERING THE WOODS LIKE A DERANGED GREEN BABA YAGA” okay yes but sir, exactly how much longer is this going to go on. if it’s a matter of you wanting to make sure we get it, let me assure you that aside from a few stray chuunis who think that Deku embracing the Darkness is the coolest thing he’s ever done, all of us here in fandom fully comprehend that this is Not Good

-- OH SO IT’S LIKE THAT

really. with the flashbacks to his loved ones’ smiling faces and everything. not even gonna try to aim above the belt, huh

AND NO KACCHAN??! NO CLASSMATES?!?! IS HE PURPOSELY NOT THINKING OF THEM??? OR ARE THEY BEING SAVED FOR THE NEXT PAGE??? SO HELP ME, IF THE NEXT PART OF THIS SENTENCE IS “CAN PROTECT THEM”, OR EVEN WORSE, “CAN SEE THEIR SMILING FACES AGAIN”, I...

WHAT DID I JUST SAY

(ETA: my man did Sero and Kaminari fucking dirty lmao. I miss their smiling faces too omg.)

the sheer, unparalleled irony of him saying this while he stands there looking like the gargoyle demon from Fantasia got crossed with an umbrella that got struck by lightning. Deku :(

oi who the fuck is this clown

is he controlling this mob with his evil hair. “what if I made an exhausted, running-on-fumes Deku battle a brainwashed mob at Ground Zero.” Horikoshi do you just have like a checklist of horrible things you want to do to your protagonist

easy there Sasori

well joke’s on you buddy because he’s apparently “completely fine”, so

“here’s to hoping that you know more about AFO’s location than the others” jesus christ Deku you really have hung your mercy out to dry huh

now he’s forcing his mob of terrified prisoners to attack Deku ahhhh. sucks to be them. at least they’re not being controlled by bees

so Deku is saying that Sasori’s control can be broken with “physical trauma.” similar to Shinsou’s quirk I guess. but so does that mean he’s gonna have to hurt them? ( •﹏•)

NO NOT MORE SAD EYES

“DEATH BY EMPATHY!!!” HORIKOSHI NO

fuck. he looks like he’s on the verge of passing out

this is what happens when you nerf a character’s self-preservation stats in favor of spamming their bone-breaking stats instead. NOW ACCEPTING BRAIN CELL DONATIONS FOR A BOY IN NEED!! with your loving generosity we can hopefully help him live to the ripe old age of seventeen

OMGFGGG

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

[grabs your hands] ლ(*꒪ヮ꒪*)ლ [swings you in a circle] へ(ﾟ◇ﾟへ)

THASSSSSSSS WHATSSSSSSS UPPPPPPPPPP

HORIKOSHI REALLY SAID FUCK THAT MASK (ノ°ο°)ノ YOU FINALLY LEARNED!! IT’S CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT!!!!

JUST FOR YOU KACCHAN, HORIKOSHI LEFT THIS ONE BAD GUY WHO’S STILL WEAK TO FIRE. GOD BLESS

IT’S YOUR COUNTERPART, KATSUKI B!!!! HOW WE DOIN OVER THERE IN THE TRIPPY COSMIC OFA SPACE REALM LOL. DO WE BELIEVE YET, FANDOM???

LIGHTS!!!!

INSTANT RESULTS!!! IT’S SUPER EFFECTIVE!!!

(ETA: imagine what this must look like to Deku though. he’s been caught up in this dark cloud of despair and exhaustion that’s been building up over... I’m gonna go ahead and say “weeks”, because yeah. and now he finds himself here, in the place where All Might’s legacy ended and the torch was passed to him. and the world is in ruins, and he’s surrounded by frightened people who are all trying to hurt him -- because who isn’t trying to hurt him, these days -- and he’s scrambling to figure this all out, but meanwhile the weariness is finally starting to catch up to him, and so he’s basically just standing there in a fog of complete and utter misery.

and then all of a sudden through that haze, he hears the one voice that’s more familiar than any other that he knows. like, I honestly wouldn’t be surprised if he thought he was just imagining it at first. Kacchan showing up to save him right when he’s at his most desperate and feeling the most alone. Kacchan, showing up to save him.

this is the person he always looked up to as a child (to be fair he was quite a strange child lmao). the person who was even closer to him than All Might. the person he always thought was amazing. and bam, here he is now. appearing in the sky out of nowhere to one-shot the bad guy with a single blast (which, btw, that was his armor-piercing attack too lmao dslkjlk take it easy there kiddo). like, that must have felt absolutely surreal to him, especially coming at a time when he’s already half-delirious and barely hanging on to reality. he must have really thought that he was losing it there for a second.

but he’s really there. it really is him. and for this brief moment -- before the rest of the situation catches up to him, and he remembers about all of the fucked-up AFO stuff, and remembers why he was so afraid and why he was pushing everyone away -- for just this one brief moment, he’s too exhausted and stunned to do anything except to just react. just stands there, looking up at him in awe.

and you know, it almost reminds me of...

just. you guys. the character development. the freaking character development. someone who brings reassurance. someone who shows up and makes you think, “oh, it’s all going to be okay now, because [person] is here.” the role reversals. the growth. the payoff!! because who is the one person who always had faith that Kacchan would one day grow up to become an amazing hero like that. WHO IS IT. YOU ALREADY KNOW.

omg. anyways, bless you Horikoshi, my feels which have been on backorder since fucking September have finally arrived lmao. yes, good, thank you. worth the wait. it is always, always worth the wait. fuck yeah.)

“LOWFRIES” SO YOU’RE TELLING ME THE WHOLE GANG IS HERE, AHHHHHHHH (º̩̩́⌣º̩̩̀ )

BEAUTIFUL. WONDERFUL. SENSATIONAL. I DON’T EVEN CARE THAT JUMP IS ON BREAK NEXT WEEK. THIS RIGHT HERE WILL SUSTAIN ME

#bnha 318 #midoriya izuku #BAKUGOU KATSUKI #!!!!#twowy mctwoface #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha meta #bakudeku #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha

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TDDUP 31

AN: Idk who’s still active considering I haven’t uploaded this story in almost 2 years but hopefully someone will enjoy it! :)

Chapter 31

Under the Mistletoe

Natsu grinned to himself as he tacked the decoration just underneath the door frame to the bedroom. With its white berries, beautiful green leaves, and the red ribbon tied around the stems, he was sure it was going to bring a smile to Lucy’s face when she saw it. And if she somehow missed it, then he was more than happy to point it out to her since it meant stealing a kiss from her.

“Natsu? What’s that?” Lucy’s voice called out.

Turning around to face the girl, he gave her a grin. Grabbing her hand, he quickly pulled her close to him.

“Look up,” he said, planting his hands on her hips.

Lucy glanced up, her eyes landing on the mistletoe that hung over them. Her lips curled into a small smile, her cheeks tinted pink having been caught off-guard.

“Mistletoe? Where’d you get that?” she asked with a laugh.

“Borrowed it from Cana,” he answered, peering down at her with a toothy grin. “In her words, it was going to ‘get me laid.’ Figured I would test her theory out. So? Whatcha think?”

Lucy playfully rolled her eyes. “I think that we still have a lot more decorating to do before the others get here. But…” Leaning towards him, she pressed her lips against his in a chaste kiss. Pulling away, she smiled up at him. “It’d be breaking tradition if we didn’t kiss.”

Natsu watched as Lucy headed back to the living room to continue decorating for the Christmas party they were throwing. Lucy, wanting to be festive for the holiday, wore a skimpy Santa suit that Natsu couldn’t tear his eyes away from. Not only did it show a nice amount of cleavage, the dress was so short that it barely covered her bum. Another nice touch that spurred his desire was the white fluff that hemmed the edges, giving it a real Christmas vibe. She also wore white knee-high socks, which always brought his attention to her creamy legs. To top it all off, she wore a Santa hat.

Natsu’s pants felt tight just looking at her.

Following her out into the living room, he wrapped his arms around her from behind. He could tell that she felt him hard against her from the way she jumped.

“Can’t we just take a lil’ break and do something else?” Natsu asked. He brushed Lucy’s hair out of the way and softly nuzzled the shell of her ear. Her body melted into his as he ran his hands up her sides and over her breasts. He was about to slip his hands underneath the cloth when she jumped away from him.

“No, Natsu,” she said, narrowing her eyes at him. Her face was flushed with heat as she continued, “We can do that later but for now, we have to finish decorating. They’ll be here soon.”

Natsu huffed, crossing his arms with a pout. “Why are we celebrating over here anyways? It’d be easier to just meet them there. They already have a bunch of decorations up.”

“I don’t want to intrude during the holidays.”

“What do you mean? You aren’t intruding. You’ve been there tons of times by now!”

“I’ve only been there a few times, for your information. And I just don’t want to make anyone feel uncomfortable.”

“Who would feel uncomfortable with you coming?” Natsu asked, arching a brow.

“Well, Mira for one,” Lucy answered, her lips tugged into a small frown.

Natsu immediately understood, rubbing the back of his head. “Look, don’t take it personally. Mira’s just… different. It doesn’t have to do with you. She can’t really handle bein’ around mortals much. That’s why she’s the only one who turns down her chances of going to the outside world.”

“I know it’s nothing personal,” Lucy replied. “But it doesn’t matter. I’m not offended or anything by it. It’s just that she deserves to feel comfortable in her own home on Christmas. I’m okay with just having you guys over. And I’m okay with you going over there to celebrate too.”

Natsu frowned, uncomfortable with the thought of leaving Lucy alone for even a minute on Christmas. He promised her months ago that he would spend the day with her, how could he just leave?

“You know I don’t hafta go,” he said. “The others can go back without me. I’ll stay here with you.”

Lucy smiled and shook her head. “Thank you, Natsu. I appreciate that you’d do that for me, but you should go back later with them. I’m not the only person who wants to spend Christmas with you, and I’m not going to be that girlfriend who keeps her boyfriend away from his friends. It’ll just be for a couple of hours, so you’re going. And when you get back, we can exchange presents.”

Before he could argue, she grabbed some more decorations from the box, gave him a quick peck on the cheek, and went to hang them up.

About ten minutes later, there was a knock at the door.

“Merry Christmas, Lucy!” the rest of the gang shouted the moment she opened the door.

Lucy beamed at them. “Merry Christmas, you guys! Thanks for coming over!”

As everyone headed inside, Lucy noticed that she wasn’t the only one dressed for the holidays. Juvia adorned a beautiful blue dress covered in snowflakes and sparkles, a little tiara resting on her head.

“Juvia is an ice princess,” the girl said when she noticed Lucy staring.

“You look beautiful, Juvia!” she replied. And it was true. The blue complimented her hair and fair skin perfectly. Her eyes moved over to Gray. He wore a top hat and some black jeans. As usual, he was without a shirt. “What’s up with the hat?”

“The guild always makes me dress as Frosty the Snowman on Christmas,” he replied, crossing his arms over his chest.

“So you wore a hat? Or was there more of the costume that you stripped away?”

“There was more, but they’re long gone by now.”

Lucy nodded, moving her gaze over to Erza and Jellal. While they weren’t fully dressed up like Juvia and herself, they wore cute reindeer headbands.

Levy, on the other hand, wore an adorable elf costume. It was red and green, which although contrasted her hair greatly, still managed to look amazing on her. Her leggings were striped in the same green and red, and her hat had a bell at the tip.

“You look so cute, Levy-chan!” Lucy gushed, wrapping the petite girl in a hug.

“You too, Lu-chan!” the girl replied.

Gajeel pushed past the two girls, allowing Lucy to see his costume. He was dressed in a Santa costume, his hair spray-dyed white. A scowl was plastered to his face as he grumbled, “Damn Shrimp, makin’ me dress up like this.”

As soon as he was out of earshot, Levy cupped her hand around her mouth and whispered to Lucy, “I didn’t make him dress up like that. He woke up hours before everyone else so that he could get ready.”

Lucy covered her mouth with her hands, trying to stifle her laughter. Just the thought of Gajeel happily getting ready to dress up as Santa Claus had her nearly hunched over in laughter.

“Your apartment is so festive, Lucy,” Erza’s voice called out to her.

“Thanks!” she replied, her smile as bright as the lit-up Christmas tree she had Natsu put in the corner of the living room. Lights were strewn across the ceiling, decorations were tacked to the wall, and she even woke up early in the morning to bake Christmas cupcakes. To say she loved Christmas was an understatement. She hadn’t been able to really celebrate the holiday in a long time, so now she was going all out.

“Can we open presents already!?” Natsu asked, bouncing excitedly in his seat.

“We just got here, idiot,” Gray said, rolling his eyes.

Erza chimed in, “I agree with Natsu. We should open presents now.” Even though she kept a straight face and was still in her seat unlike Natsu, the twinkle in her eye made it obvious she was looking forward to presents just as much as he was.

“Presents it is then,” Lucy said with a laugh. Everyone sat in the living room, presents sitting in their laps. With how big their group was, they decided to do a secret Santa exchange to save money. “Who goes first?”

“I will!” Erza exclaimed, a bright grin settling over her face. “Whoever got me, step forward!”

Lucy stood from the couch. “That would be me!” Handing Erza the gift, she watched as the redhead tore away the wrapping paper in an instant, revealing a rectangular box. Lucy watched anxiously as Erza removed the tape from the box’s sides. She may not have known Erza long, but she thought she knew her well enough. Though the redhead tried to hide it, there was a girly side to her.

Erza opened the box, pulling out a violet dress. It was made of silk and was long enough to reach the floor. The sides were slit to reveal her legs, giving it a sexier feel.

“This dress is gorgeous, Lucy!” Erza said in awe. She grabbed the tag, her eyes bugging out of her head as she read the label. “HK!? This must’ve cost a fortune!”

“It wasn’t too bad,” Lucy replied, waving her off. Though in truth, that dress alone cost most of her allowance. Still, it was worth it to see her friend smile.

Erza stood from the couch, holding her arms out in front of her for a hug. Lucy winced, knowing how rough the redhead could be. Knowing it was rude to turn it down, Lucy went in for a hug, praying that she wouldn’t bruise from it. Sure enough, Erza smashed her head down on her chest in what only she would call a hug.

“Thank you, Lucy!” Erza said.

“D-Don’t mention it,” she replied. She sat back down on the couch, her head dizzy.

“Her hugs hurt, huh?” Natsu whispered in her ear.

“So badly,” Lucy replied with a nod. She then watched as Erza handed Juvia a small box. The wrapping paper was crinkled, and looking closely, Lucy could see that there were some extra scraps taped on, probably because she ripped the bottom layer.

Gently tearing the wrapping paper away, Juvia opened the box to find four slips of paper. Confused, she picked them up and read the words printed on them. Immediately, a bright smile graced her face.

“Oh, thank you, Erza!” she exclaimed.

“Wait, what is it?” Levy asked, unable to see what they were from where she sat.

Juvia held up the slips of paper. “They’re two train tickets to Crocus and to the Crocus Garden!”

“No way!” Lucy shouted. “I heard that they have a rainbow sakura tree over there! I’ve always wanted to go!”

“Well, the extra ticket was meant for Gray, but I suppose you could bring Lucy instead,” Erza said with a shrug.

Lucy laughed at the panic that washed over Juvia’s face. “Don’t worry, Juvia. You don’t have to bring me. It sounds like a fun date for you and Gray!”

The blue-headed girl heaved a sigh of relief.

Natsu nudged her lightly.

“I didn’t know you wanted to go there,” he said.

Lucy smiled at him. “Yeah. I’ve never been to Crocus before. I would love to see the rainbow sakura tree someday.”

“Then I’ll take ya there!”

“The train ride is over six hours long. I don’t think you’d last, Natsu.”

The boy glared at her, crossing his arms with a huff. “If you wanna go there, then I don’t care how long the train ride is. We’re going!”

Lucy giggled at his pouty face, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Thank you, Natsu. I’m looking forward to it.”

Turning her attention back on Juvia, she watched the girl hand Gajeel his gift. It was kept in a tiny gift bag, small enough to make Lucy wonder what could possibly fit in it. Reaching inside, Gajeel pulled out what looked like a receipt. His eyes scanned the printed words before his eyes grew wide.

“No fucking way,” he said, whipping his head towards Juvia.

The girl nodded quickly, her smile wide. “Yep! Juvia bought you an electric guitar! Juvia left it back home though because it was too hard to wrap.”

Lucy’s jaw dropped on its hinges. An electric guitar? That blew the cost of the designer dress she bought Erza out of the water! How Juvia could afford to even buy it, she didn’t know.

She watched as Gajeel- the boy who was usually a snarky hardass- turned into a weeping mess as he thanked Juvia and showed Levy the receipt.

Lucy was surprised that Juvia would spend so much money for someone that wasn’t Gray, but after hearing from Natsu that the two were best friends since before even joining Fairy Tail, she couldn’t say she was too surprised. They must’ve known each other for decades- hell, depending on how old they were, maybe even centuries. He always stood up for her when people made fun of her for speaking in third person, and she was the one that dragged him from heading down a dark path and into Fairy Tail. Their friendship was strong, and Lucy admired that.

Lucy was brought from her thoughts when she heard Gajeel and Natsu arguing. Apparently Natsu was teasing Gajeel for crying. Before a fight could break out, Lucy and Levy forced their boyfriends to sit down by pulling on their ears.

Gajeel grumbled to himself before handing Jellal his present.

Jellal’s brows rose. “You didn’t have to buy me a Christmas present. You just bought me a birthday present a few weeks ago.”

“Yeah, yeah. You say that every year. You should know by now that people are still gonna get you a Christmas present,” Gajeel replied, rolling his eyes.

Jellal smiled before ripping away the wrapping paper. Inside was a leatherback journal along with a calligraphy set.

“I know Erza retrieved your old research journal from a museum or whatever, but I figured you could use a new one. And Shrimp here told me that you like to do calligraphy too.”

“I do. Thank you, Gajeel. It’s very thoughtful.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

Lucy chuckled. “What a tsundere.”

Gajeel turned red in the face. “Shut up!”

Jellal grabbed a perfectly wrapped gift- much different than the gift his wife had wrapped- and handed it to Natsu. The pink-haired boy lit up like the Christmas tree, snatching it with a quick word of thanks before ripping into it like his life had depended on it. He uncovered a box full of different snacks, hot sauces from all over the world, and gift cards to fast food chains.

“I truly did not know what else to get you besides food,” Jellal admitted. “After you caught the basement on fire with the pyrotechnics kit I bought you, I was prohibited from making that mistake again.”

Natsu grinned, grabbing a bag of chips and tearing into it. “Hey, this works for me!” Grabbing the wrapped gift at his ankle, he tossed it to Levy. “Oi, catch!”

Levy squealed, fumbling as she just barely caught the present. “I’m assuming this isn’t fragile.”

“Nope. But it did cost an arm and a leg to get it, so you better be glad!”

Levy perked a brow before opening the present. Inside the box was a stack of papers, stapled at the top. Her eyes scanned the words, confused as to what it could’ve been.

“What is it?” she asked. It appeared to be a story, though there was no covering to it.

“It’s a Heartfilia original!”

Levy’s eyes nearly burst out of their sockets. She whipped her head between Natsu and Lucy, the latter blushing.

“Lu-chan wrote this?”

The blonde nodded. “It’s the very first story I’ve written. I started that way back during my first lifetime and I recently finished it. When I told Natsu about it, he said that he wanted to give it to you for Christmas. You’ll officially be my first reader, just like I promised!”

Levy burst into a fit of tears before tackling Natsu and Lucy to the ground. “I’ve been waiting for this day for forever! Thanks, you guys!”

Natsu laughed. “Don’t mention it!”

“And don’t show it to people either! It’s embarrassing!” Lucy added.

Levy nodded, eager to read the story when Gajeel reminded her they were still in the process of Secret Santa.

“Oh, right. Here you go, Gray!”

The boy thanked her as he accepted the gift. It was in a small gift bag. Reaching his hand in, he pulled out two slips of paper.

“H-Holy shit!” he shouted. “These are concert tickets to see Lyra! They’re my favorite band!”

Natsu stood up, grabbing a ticket to see it himself. “No way! You gotta give me the extra ticket!”

“Why the hell would I wanna see a concert with you!?”

“Not like I wanna see one with you either, but I love Lyra too!”

“You can give the extra ticket to whoever you want,” Levy said with a shrug. Truthfully she wanted Secret Santa to end as quickly as possible so she could hurry up and read Lucy’s story. “Anyways, you’re next, Gray!”

Gray handed Juvia the tickets for safekeeping- mainly to make sure Natsu didn’t steal one. He stood up and headed towards Lucy, the last person left in Secret Santa.

“I got you, Lucy,” he said, his lips curled into a small smile.

She mirrored his expression, accepting the gift. She assumed he wasn’t good at wrapping since it was in a bag. When she reached inside the bag, she realized that he didn’t even use tissue paper to hide the present.

Her fingers brushed against something smooth. Grabbing the object carefully, she pulled it out of the bag. It was a beautiful wooden box, its edges intricately carved. The top was painted a stunning starry landscape. She went to open the box, only to find a heart-shaped lock keeping it shut.

“The key is in the bag too,” Gray said, noticing her confusion.

She fished inside the gift bag for the key, inserting it into the lock and opening the box. The inside was lined with velvet, and the top had a small mirror glued to it. Lined pads were in the box, clueing Lucy into what the box was.

“It’s a jewelry box,” Gray said, shoving his hands in his pockets. “I made it myself.” Smiling over at his girlfriend, he added, “Juvia painted the top though.”

“Thank you, Gray!” Lucy exclaimed, jumping up from the couch and hugging the boy. “It’s beautiful! I can’t believe you made it yourself!”

“Don’t mention it. I figured it’d be better than leaving your locket in a tampon box. That’s what the lock is for. Now you can keep it somewhere clean and safe.”

Tears pricked Lucy’s eyes. He made it so that she can hide her locket? Throwing her arms around the boy, she thanked him again, all the while wondering how she managed to find such great friends. She also made sure to thank Juvia for the beautiful painting she did on the box.

As the group split up into pairs to gush over their presents, Lucy excused herself to go to the restroom. When she was finished, she was surprised to find Natsu waiting outside the door.

“What are you doing?” the girl asked. She had known him long enough to recognize that mischievous glint in his eyes.

Instead of replying, the boy simply pointed up. Following his finger, Lucy found mistletoe taped in the doorway of the bathroom, hanging above them. Natsu’s hand slid up her thigh below her skirt.

“Are you crazy?” Lucy whispered, peering over his shoulder to make sure nobody was coming. “Everyone is here right now! We could get caught!”

“Good luck being quiet then,” Natsu replied with an evil grin. He slid his hand up to her rear, giving it a squeeze. Pushing her hair out of the way, he sank his lips over her neck.

Lucy gnawed on her lower lip in hopes of staying quiet. “You know, a mistletoe is just for a quick kiss on the lips, not this.”

Natsu shrugged, continuing his exploration of her neck. His hands slowly grazed her curves until brushing against the side of her breasts. Before he could grab them, Lucy reluctantly pulled away from him with a glare.

“Not while our friends are here!” she said, smoothing out her dress. She lightly smacked his hand away when he tried to reach out to her again. Sticking her tongue out at him playfully, she scurried off to join the rest of their friends back in the living room. Natsu chuckled before following after her.

Eventually, the group cleaned up the apartment as it was time to head back to Fairy Tail for the next Christmas party.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna join us, Lucy?” Gray asked.

Lucy nodded, faking a yawn. “Yeah, I’m a bit tired now. But I’ll see you guys tomorrow!” The only person she told about the real reason she didn’t want to go to Fairy Tail was Natsu. She didn’t want the others to worry and try to reassure her. She was fine with them going to celebrate with the rest of the immortals. She was happy enough with the time she got to spend with them.

The group nodded, saying their last goodbyes before heading out the door. Natsu stayed behind.

“Are you really sure about this?” he asked. He still hated the thought of leaving her by herself on Christmas.

Lucy smiled. “Yes, Natsu. I’m fine, I promise.”

“We can just stay in my room the whole time if you’re that worried about Mira!”

“No. I want you to be able to celebrate with everyone. And I’m sure they’re looking forward to celebrating with you too. I’m fine, Natsu. Now shoo.”

Natsu sighed in defeat. “Alright, but I’m coming right back here later tonight, okay? And if you change your mind, let me know and I’ll come walk you to Fairy Tail. Or if you get lonely I can come here.”

“Yeah, yeah, I understand. Now go. You’re already late enough as it is.”

Natsu gave her a quick kiss. “I’ll see you later.”

Before he could change his mind, Lucy waved and quickly shut the door, locking it so he knew she was serious about wanting him to have fun with everyone else. Staring at her empty apartment, admittedly the girl did feel a pinch of loneliness. Regardless, this was the best Christmas she’d had since her first life, she could deal with a couple of hours on her own. Grabbing a cup of hot chocolate, she curled up in a thick blanket and turned on a Christmas movie. The loneliness she felt quickly faded away.

Natsu cheered with the rest of the immortals, clinking his glass of spiked eggnog with everyone else. They had just finished the annual Fairy Tail Secret Santa. For this Secret Santa, he was assigned Cana, who was by far one of the easiest people to shop for. Give the girl a bottle of booze and she’s indebted to you for life.

He had also gotten a gift from Juvia, who was his Secret Santa. It was a hoodie from his favorite band, along with their newest CD. He still had to give Lucy her gifts later, and was eager to see what she got him as well. This year was shaping up to be the best Christmas ever.

When the party died down and people started heading to their rooms, Natsu decided that it was time to head back to Lucy’s. He went to his room to grab the gift he kept stashed away so that she wouldn’t find it.

“You heading over to Lucy’s now?” Gray asked after entering their room.

“Yep. Just had to get her present first.”

“So, what’s the real reason she didn’t want to come over here? She wasn’t really tired, right? Is she still feeling nervous around everyone?”

“Kinda,” Natsu answered, rubbing the back of his head. “Truthfully it’s just Mira.”

Gray winced. “Oh. Yeah, that makes sense.”

Mira was a nice girl, one of the nicest he had ever known. Unfortunately, her past with the mortals was the most traumatizing story he had ever heard. It was one that everyone knew not to ever bring up, for they knew the girl was haunted by it everyday. Nobody could blame her for keeping her guard up around Lucy, nor could they blame her for being the only immortal to turn down a chance at seeing the outside world.

“Yeah. I told Lucy that it wasn’t personal and that Mira was a bit different than the rest of us, but she still decided to stay home. She didn’t want Mira feeling uncomfortable on Christmas.”

Gray smiled. “Lucy’s a really nice girl, huh.”

“Yep,” Natsu replied with a grin of his own. “Anyways, I’m out of here.”

With hurried steps, the boy rushed up the stairs of the basement and out the door. He made sure to lock the doors to the pub behind him since the immortals were free to roam the top floor on Christmas.

Excited to see Lucy and still feeling guilty for leaving her, Natsu wasted no time in unlocking the door and closing it behind him. What he saw when he turned around made his jaw drop to the floor.

There in the living room stood Lucy, practically naked. She still adorned the Santa hat she wore earlier, but she had discarded the dress. Instead, she had a Christmas bow taped to the middle of her collarbone, the ends flowing and covering her nipples. She also wore red underwear with white trimming on the edges.

“Welcome back,” Lucy said, her hands behind her back.

“How long were you waiting there like that?” Natsu asked, nearly choking on his tongue while he ogled her.

“Not too long.” Lucy lifted her arm above her head, revealing a mistletoe in her hand. “Well? Are you going to join me?”

Natsu nodded his head so fast it felt like it was going to fall off. He ripped off his pants and rushed towards her, nearly tripping in his haste. Grabbing her by the hips, he crashed his lips upon hers.

“I take it this is my Christmas present?” he asked with a grin, lightly tugging the end of the bow that was taped to her.

“Yep. Wanna unwrap me?”

Natsu’s hands eagerly ripped the bow off of her before carrying her to the bed. Dropping her on the bed, he quickly tore off his shirt. Lucy squirmed below him, anticipation filling her fingertips as she tugged on his boxers. Without wasting another second, he took them off along with hers.

“You are so hot, Lucy,” Natsu said as he pressed his face between her breasts. He always enjoyed the feeling of being between them.

“Oh yeah?” Lucy replied with a smile. His praise always managed to turn her on.

“Mhmm. I mean, you were practically naked when I got here.”

“Because I’ve been looking forward to this all day. Now, are you going to get me off or am I going to have to do it myself?”

Natsu grinned before grabbing her breast in one hand while nuzzling the other. He could feel Lucy moving below him, trying to guide his cock to her folds. In his haze, he remembered the last time they had sex.

“That’s right, I have to repay you for last time,” Natsu said.

“Hmm?” Lucy absentmindedly hummed out, too focused on the work he was doing on her breasts.

Instead of using his words to explain, Natsu trailed kisses from her breasts down to her navel, then to her thighs. He left feather-light kisses over right thigh, hovering over her folds before moving to her left. He stifled a laugh as he could feel Lucy getting impatient every time he neared her folds. Unable to hold himself back for too long, he pressed his lips against her flesh, slowly sucking on her skin.

Lucy nearly screamed at the sudden pleasure that raked her body the moment Natsu’s lips touched her sensitive skin. Her breaths grew louder as his lips worked over her. When his tongue suddenly grazed her clitoris, she let out a harsh breath.

“Fuck,” she said, covering her mouth with one hand while the other gripped the sheets.

Natsu glanced up at her with a proud grin. Grabbing her wrist, he pinned it to her side.

“I wanna hear you,” he said before returning his lips to her flesh. His tongue circled around her entrance before delving into her. Since he stopped her from covering her mouth, she opted for grabbing his hair instead, finding that she had to do something with her hands. His mouth was driving her crazy.

“N-Natsu,” she breathed out. “I’m not going to last long at this rate.”

“That’s fine,” he replied, his breath warm against her flesh. It sent a shiver down her spine. “I want to make you cum like this anyways.”

Not bothering to wait for her reply, he dragged his tongue over her clitoris before giving it a hard kiss. Lucy screamed out in pleasure, thrusting her hips and grinding his face. Switching from kissing and licking, he knew that Lucy was about to break, judging from her quick breaths and the way her legs shook around his neck. In seconds, she shuddered against him, her grip tightening on his hair as she moaned out his name.

When it was clear she was done, Natsu laid beside her with a grin.

“Well? How was it?” he asked. Though, he could tell from her flushed cheeks that it was more than good.

Lucy tried to regain her breath as she replied, “We’re definitely doing that again sometime.”

“Sounds good to me.”

“Well, it’s your turn now!” Lucy exclaimed, sitting up. She positioned herself between his legs, stroking his hot shaft.

Taking a quick peek at him, she found his eyes squeezed shut as he enjoyed himself. Not wanting to keep him waiting, Lucy dragged her tongue against his cock before shoving it in her mouth. She started slow, still not used to this yet. When she started to feel more comfortable, she pushed herself further, allowing his whole shaft into her mouth.

“Fuck, Lucy,” Natsu ground out.

Knowing that he enjoyed it, Lucy picked up the pace while still going as far as she could. Tears pricked her eyes, but she ignored it in favor of pleasuring him the way he did for her.

Natsu tried to control his breathing, but the way Lucy’s hot mouth tugged on his cock had him nearing sweet release.

“L-Lucy, I’m about to cum,” he warned.

The blonde only nodded. That only made the fire in Natsu burn hotter.

Lucy, feeling adventurous, decided she wanted to try something new. Something that she had read about in a mature book once.

Instead of shoving his cock as far as she could in her mouth, she went halfway down his shaft. Using her hand, she pumped the lower half while sucking the top.

In seconds, Lucy felt something hot shoot into her mouth as Natsu shook beneath her with a groan. She allowed him to ride out his orgasm before eventually withdrawing. Not knowing what to do with the liquid in her mouth, she quickly gulped it down.

Natsu winced. “Sorry, was it gross?”

Lucy shook her head. “Not at all, no need to apologize. I wanted to do it.”

Natsu smiled. The two laid there in a content silence, their bodies tired. When they finally regained their energy, Lucy stood up from the bed and grabbed something from the closet. Turning around, she smiled while holding a neatly wrapped gift.

“You got me a gift?” Natsu asked, his voice laced with childlike excitement.

“Duh! You didn’t really think sex was your only gift, right?” Handing him the gift, she watched as he tore off the wrapping paper and quickly opened the box to reveal a painting of him and Igneel.

Natsu looked up at Lucy with watery eyes. “W-What… How did you do this?”

“I commissioned an artist to paint it for me,” she answered. “I noticed that the picture you have of you and Igneel was old and a little torn, probably because of how much time had passed since it was printed. I didn’t want it to get ruined since it’s your only picture with Igneel, so I had someone recreate it. A canvas is more durable than a picture, so hopefully it’ll-!”

Lucy’s words were cut short as Natsu pulled her in for a tight hug. She could feel the light tremors of his body. Smiling, she wrapped her arms around him and allowed him to cry onto her shoulder.

“Do you like it?” she asked.

Natsu pulled away, wiping his eyes before smiling at her. “I love it. Thanks, Lucy. Oh, I got you a gift too.” Grabbing his previously discarded sweater, he pulled out a long, velvet box from the pocket. “Sorry, I didn’t have time to wrap it. And it’s not as good as the gift you gave me…”

Lucy lifted his chin to meet his gaze. “I’ll love it. Don’t worry. Can I see what it is?”

Natsu nodded, handing her the box and watching as she opened it. Upon doing so, Lucy gasped, one of her hands flying up to her mouth. Inside the box was a beautiful necklace with dangling diamond charms of constellations.

“Natsu, it’s beautiful!” she exclaimed. She gave him a worried look. “This must have cost a fortune!”

The boy shrugged with a laugh. “Don’t worry about that. My housing and tuition is free, so I have a good amount of money saved up. You like it?”

Lucy nodded, wiping a tear from her eye. She had never received a Christmas gift from a boyfriend before, and his knocked it out of the park.

“Of course I do! It’s beautiful! Thank you so much, Natsu!”

“I’m sorry mine isn’t as sentimental as yours. I probably should’ve put more thought into it. I just know you really like stars, so I wanted to get you something related to that.”

Lucy grabbed his hand with a smile. “Do you know why I love the stars?” After he shook his head, she continued, “It’s because of my first mother. We used to stargaze every night, and she taught me about a bunch of constellations, all of them being on this necklace. This necklace is plenty sentimental. Thank you, Natsu. I love it so much.”

They hugged again.

“Merry Christmas, Lucy.”

“Merry Christmas, Natsu.”

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Fandom: Sanders Sides Characters: Logan, Virgil, background Remus & Janus Rating: Teen & up Relationships: Pre-romantic/platonic Analogical (first meeting), romantic Dukeceit (getting together), platonic Dukexiety. Warnings: Language, Remus is somewhat suggestive throughout because he’s Remus, minor injuries Word count: 4541

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Summary: Virgil's friend Remus drags him to the skate park and promptly abandons him in order to flirt with Janus; at least Remus had the grace to introduce Virgil to Janus's attractive friend Logan, who is just as poorly versed in skateboarding techniques as Virgil.

Notes: Day 5 of Analogical Week 2021! @analogicalweek Remus uses he/they pronouns; at this point, Janus uses they/them. Takes place in my Starlight Universe, does not need context to read.

Virgil’s phone began ringing, making him jump. He fished it out of his pocket, planning to hang up until he saw the caller ID. It was Remus—one of his new friends. They’d met at a club Virgil had gone to during orientation, and they’d hit it off and started hanging out.

Virgil picked up the call. “Would it kill you to fucking text me first?”

“You don’t respond fast enough,” Remus said, sounding bored.

“Sometimes I’m in class, Remus!”

“Are you in class now?” Remus asked.

“...No.”

“So it’s all good, see!” Remus cackled. “Anyway,” they went on, steamrollering over Virgil’s objection, “you wanna come to the skatepark with me this weekend?”

That was totally out of the blue. “What?” Virgil asked after a pause. “Why?”

“So, my brother has this roommate, and he’s super nerdy and boring but I think you’d totally get along and he’s coming to the skatepark with me and you should totally come along and meet him!” Remus explained.

His voice was a little too self-satisfied. “What’s the catch?” Virgil asked suspiciously.

Remus gasped dramatically. “Can’t I just want good things for my friend?”

Virgil waited.

“Also he’s friends with Janus and he’s bringing them, which is obviously totally unrelated,” Remus added.

“Aha.” That made more sense; Remus had told Virgil way more information than he wanted to know about their crush on this Janus figure.

“So you’ll come?” Remus asked eagerly.

It wasn’t like Virgil had anything else going on this weekend. “Sure. I’ll come distract your friend so you can flirt.”

“Hey!” Remus yelped, loud enough that Virgil winced and held the phone away from his ear. “Listen, this is a win-win situation for both of us! You’ll love him. Promise. He’s so fucking boring and nerdy, you’re going to talk each other’s ears off. It’ll be great! Trust me!”

“Sure,” Virgil said, amused. “Text me the time and place. Text me,” he repeated for emphasis, and hung up the phone.

On Saturday morning, he met up with Remus and the pair of them walked to the bus stop. Remus had their skateboard with them; Virgil didn’t own one, but Remus had assured him that he could check one out at the park for a small fee if he wanted to.

“You did not say it was fancy,” Virgil accused as the bus pulled away from the stop.

“What?” Remus looked down at himself. “Oh. No, I’m just sexy, nobody’s supposed to be fancy.” He was wearing a gray sports bra—it was the first time Virgil had seen him without a binder on, but even in a public setting he seemed totally unbothered—and faded jeans with huge holes in the knees, as well as platform doc martens and an olive green bomber jacket with “HE/THEY” stencilled on the back in white paint above a pair of skeletal hands giving double birds. His belly button was pierced and he was wearing a chunky black piece with small silver spikes in it; they had fishnet gloves on their hands, a black choker with small studded spikes on it around their neck, chunky black and silver studs in the three piercings he had in each ear, and messily smudged black and silver eyeshadow. His dark green curls were pushed back into a tiny, low ponytail that did absolutely nothing to contain them or make them less messy. “Pretty sure this isn’t what normal people mean when they say fancy, anyway,” they added thoughtfully.

“Shut up, this is fancy. You’re being fancy to impress your crush.” Virgil elbowed them in the side. He was only wearing his typical combination of band tee, skinny jeans, and black hoodie; he felt positively underdressed next to them.

“Yes, I am very very sexy and this is my mating call,” Remus said with an easy shrug. “What can I say?” After a pause, they added, “Do you think it’ll work?”

Virgil snickered. “Sure. Whatever. You look very punk. I’m sure they’ll be very impressed.”

“Good,” Remus said happily. “Here, this is our stop.”

One thing Virgil had learned about Remus was that they had what seemed to be actually boundless energy, and it showed in the way they walked. They practically skipped, moving at a pace so quick Virgil had difficulty keeping up. But Remus was especially energetic today, and it got worse the closer they got to their destination. He was practically vibrating out of his skin by the time the park came in sight.

“There they are!” he exclaimed, pointing to two people standing in the shade of a tree and making conversation. “Jan is the gothy one, the nerd’s all yours.”

Virgil screeched to a dead stop and grabbed Remus’s elbow. “Dude.”

“What?” Remus looked at him with raised eyebrows.

“You didn’t say he was hot!” Virgil snapped.

“What?” Remus looked bewildered, looking back to the people he’d pointed out. His expression cleared. “Oh, right, I forgot you can be attracted to cis people.” He looked back at Virgil. “I dunno. Make out with him about it?”

“Jesus Christ—no! I don’t know anything about him, for starters?”

“Fuck first, ask questions later.” Remus grinned. “Or if you don’t want to, then just get over it. People are hot sometimes. No big deal.”

Virgil spluttered for a moment. “That is such terrible advice, please tell me you don’t actually—”

“No, no, I’m marginally smart sometimes, don’t worry about me. But I don’t know what you want from me, dude.” Remus shrugged. “This really seems like a you problem.”

“I need to mentally prepare myself before I talk to hot people! A warning would have been nice!” Virgil said, hiding in the hood of his hoodie.

“Mentally prepare yourself now, then,” Remus said pragmatically. “This is really not my fault, I simply am sexier than you at all times and it gives me the power to say no thank you to being attracted to cis people. How was I supposed to know you’d think he was hot? Like, if you get all hot and bothered by glasses and the walking personification of a college textbook, be my guest, but I don’t get it.”

Virgil groaned. “Actually, I’ve changed my mind, could you shut up about it forever starting now?”

“Oh, absolutely not, but your complaint is noted,” Remus said. “C’mon, let’s go say hi, some of us actually want to flirt with the people we think are hot.” They grabbed Virgil’s elbow and dragged him over.

“Remus,” Hot Glasses Boy said cordially (and dammit, he was tall, which was another thing Virgil found attractive). “This is your friend, I assume?”

“Yeah!” Remus grinned. “Logan, Virgil, Virgil, Logan. Apparently you’re hot. He’s emo. You’re both nerds, you should get along great.”

“Remus!” Virgil snapped, cheeks going hot with embarrassment.

“What? What?” Remus demanded, then elbowed past Virgil. “Hiiiii, Janus.”

Janus raised a singular eyebrow, looking for some reason amused rather than annoyed. “Hello there.” They eyed him up and down. “I like your jacket,” they added, very obviously staring at his chest in a way that Virgil suspected has nothing to do with the jacket.

Remus grinned and did a little twirl. “Thanks, I decorated it myself,” he said, wiggling his shoulders. “Wanna see me do a sick kickflip?”

“Sure,” Janus agreed, and allowed Remus to link his arm through theirs and drag them eagerly away in the direction of the skating area, already talking a mile a minute and beaming up at them.

Which left Virgil alone with this Logan guy and no idea what to talk about. He coughed, shuffling his feet awkwardly. Now that he was up close like this, Logan actually looked familiar, but Virgil couldn’t quite place him. Shit. Should he know him from something?

“Don’t we have History 104 together?” Logan said, breaking the silence (and saving Virgil from the approximately two dozen different social gaffes he knew he was probably committing by not knowing what to say) all at once.

Virgil breathed out a sigh of relief, because yeah, that was it; this was the guy who sat at the front of the huge lecture hall and always raised his hand (and his voice was unmistakable too, now that he’d spoken; Virgil would have placed him in another minute). “Oh, yeah,” he said. He had no clue how the guy recognized Virgil; it was a big class, and Virgil usually sat by the back. Maybe he noticed Virgil on his way in? Virgil guessed he sat kind of close to the door. It was possible.

“What do you think of the class?” Logan asked, and for some reason he sounded genuinely curious, not like he was just making small talk for the sake of it.

Virgil had absolutely skipped two class sessions and napped through another, but he found himself not wanting to admit it. “It’s alright, I guess. The professor’s kind of dry for me, but the readings are okay.” That was more or less true, although it was maybe the most positive spin on his opinion.

Logan nodded, adjusting his glasses and absorbing Virgil’s words like they were actually important information. “He is a bit long-winded sometimes. I wish he would be clearer about which things he intends to test us on.”

Virgil nodded vigorously. “Right? Like, what’s up with that? Why is he spending twenty minutes out of the hour telling us about, I don’t know farming practices, or whatever, if he’s just going to say ‘oh, but that stuff won’t be on the test, I just think it’s interesting’ at the end?”

“Well, it is interesting,” Logan said. (Virgil disagreed, but held his tongue.) “But I do wish he’d be clearer about what he intends for us to be taking away from his lectures ahead of time.”

Virgil nodded again, and there was a brief silence while he scrambled for something to say.

He glanced over Logan’s shoulder at the skating area; Janus was sitting on the edge with their legs dangling into the area, watching Remus, who was skateboarding back and forth at a speed that couldn’t be safe.

“So,” Virgil said, looking back to Logan because he was pretty sure he’d scream if he watched Remus tempt fate any longer, “you’re friends with Remus?”

Logan made a gesture that wasn’t quite a shrug. “I suppose so. He’s my roommate Roman’s twin, and the two of them spend a lot of time together, so I think I am friends with him by association. I’m much closer with Roman. Not that I don’t enjoy Remus’s company. I simply don’t know them as well yet.”

“Right, right,” Virgil said.

“How are you acquainted with them?” Logan asked.

“Oh, we met at a club during orientation,” Virgil said. “We hang out a lot. He’s pretty chill most of the time.” Well. “Chill” wasn’t really the right word to describe anything Remus did, ever. But it did describe Virgil’s feelings towards him.

“Ah, I see.” Logan nodded. “Do you know Janus at all?”

“Not really—I mean, Remus talks about them a ton, but we haven’t really met or anything,” Virgil said. “You do, though, right?”

“Yes, we were in the same group at orientation, and now we’re friends,” Logan said. “They and I like to deconstruct TV scripts together.”

That sounded incredibly nerdy, and Virgil wasn’t even sure what it meant. “Wow,” he said, not sure how else to react. “Fun?”

Logan smiled, and fuck, Virgil had managed to forget he was cute for a minute there, but it was back in full force now. “It’s lots of fun,” he agreed.

They made some more small talk—majors, hometowns, and so on. Logan actually paid attention to every word Virgil said, and he was surprisingly easy to open up to. He didn’t seem judgemental, instead accepting every word Virgil spoke as important. Virgil was actually starting to feel comfortable talking to him, which was… cool. Remus’s assessment of the way they’d get along evidently hadn’t been too off.

After a while, Logan looked over his shoulder at Remus and Janus; Remus had coaxed Janus onto the skateboard, and was pushing them back and forth, his hands clasped carefully around their waist and a huge grin spread across his face.

“Are you planning to try that?” Logan asked Virgil, gesturing at the little building off to the side that was renting out skateboards and safety gear.

Virgil hesitated. “I don’t know… are you?” he asked.

Logan made a considering face. “I might. I’ve never been on a skateboard before.”

“Wait, really?” Virgil asked. He hadn’t in a long time, but he’d been obsessed when he was twelve. He didn’t think that he’d been very good, but it hadn’t been for a lack of trying.

Logan shook his head. “No, never.”

“Well, we’ve got to change that,” Virgil found himself saying in spite of all the common sense that screams at him to not do something with such a high likelihood of making him look like a fool in front of a cute boy who was also turning out to be surprisingly easy to talk to, and thus a potential friend, which was honestly way more valuable than cuteness.

Logan looked pleased, though, like he’d been hoping Virgil would agree, so Virgil couldn’t find it in himself to regret the decision. “Together, then?” he inquired.

“Sure,” Virgil agreed, and they made their way into the building.

They rented a pair of skateboards and two sets of safety gear for the minimum time—thirty minutes, at $15 apiece, which was definitely higher than Remus had implied but Virgil did luckily have the cash to spare—and made their way out to the skating area.

Remus was now skating in tight, fast circles around Janus, who was holding perfectly still and calm at the lowest point of one of the curves built into the area. Virgil was pretty sure they weren’t supposed to be in the area without a skateboard of their own, but he also wasn’t about to tell them off and bring down the wrath of Remus upon himself. The two seemed engrossed in conversation, anway.

Logan led Virgil to a completely different space from that which Remus and Janus were taking up. Virgil was grateful; he didn’t feel like being made fun of, no matter how good-naturedly, by Remus at this time, and while Janus was likely interesting enough to keep Remus from following them over here, they would never have passed up the opportunity if Logan and Virgil had stayed anywhere nearby.

Logan stared at the skateboard he’d set down before himself on a flat space, looking vaguely perplexed. “You just climb on, right?” he inquired.

“Yeah,” Virgil said. “You can, like, kick off with your foot to move, and stuff. Kind of like riding a bike.” He instantly regretted the comparison, and tacked on a hasty, “Only, not that much.”

Logan made a small “huh” noise. “Interesting.” He cautiously put a foot on the skateboard and tested his weight on it. “Oh, I do not like that.”

Virgil chuckled a little, tugging at the strap of his helmet to make sure it was securely fastened. “Yeah, it’s a pretty weird feeling, huh?”

“The ground should be stable,” Logan said emphatically, staring at the skateboard that he was still barely resting one foot on with an expression on his face like it had personally wronged him.

Virgil snickered. “Can’t say I disagree with you there, buddy. But seriously, it’s not too bad once you get used to it.” He hopped onto his own skateboard as if to prove his point, but he hadn’t realized he’d set it up on the barest incline, and as soon as his second foot left the ground it rolled right out from under him.

“Are you okay?” Logan gasped, reaching to offer him a hand up.

Virgil half laughed, because that was the best option just at this moment, trying his best to ignore the wish to go hide in a hole in the ground until everyone left and then never talk to Logan ever again. “I guess I deserved that,” he said, trying to shrug it off. “Got too cocky.”

“You still shouldn’t get hurt! Are you okay?” Logan insisted, hands fluttering vaguely like he was resisting an instinct to check Virgil for injuries.

Virgil’s tailbone was a little sore, which he was absolutely not going to admit to Logan under any circumstances when he’d only known the guy for half an hour, but aside from that—“I’m fine,” he insisted, brushing himself off. “Uh, thanks for the concern, though. I appreciate it,” he added awkwardly.

“Are you sure? You—” Logan began.

There was a loud cry of “FUCK!” from just out of sight that was undeniably Remus’s voice, followed by a crashing noise.

“Oh, fuck indeed,” Virgil said under his breath, and scooped up his skateboard. “Come on.”

Remus was rolling over as Virgil and Logan came into view of him; Janus was already kneeling by his side, worry plain to see on their face.

“It was a very cool fall, don’t worry,” Remus yelled over at Virgil, pushing themself up on their elbows. “Ow, fuck.”

“That is not the part I’m worried about, idiot!” Virgil called back as Remus gingerly poked at his knees, which were both scraped and bleeding.

“No no, I’m fine, leave me alone, Virge,” Remus insisted hastily, making some complicated hand waving motions and glancing meaningfully at Janus.

Janus looked very put out by this. “No, you know what, I’m inclined to let him scold you! Why would you not wear knee pads?” they demanded, grabbing Remus’s elbow, helping them to their feet, and guiding them to the side of the rink with motions far gentler than their words.

Virgil paused, watching to see if Janus needed help, but now that it seemed they had it under control much more inclined to give into Remus’s wishes and let them handle it.

“Because anarchy,” Remus said, grinning up at Janus and leaning all his weight on them, legs shaking slightly.

Janus pushed him to sit on a bench with a fury that still managed to be gentle. “First of all, that is not what anarchy is, and second of all, even if it were, that’s still an objectively stupid decision to—”

“Oh, no, what a terrible mistake I’ve made,” Remus said with a shit-eating grin that told Virgil he knew the definition of anarchy perfectly well. “If only there were a smart, sexy nonbinary person around who knew all about anarchy, who could tell me what it really is while they tenderly bandage my wounds!” They cast themself back on the bench dramatically, draping the back of their hand across their forehead.

Janus flushed slightly. “You could have just asked,” they said, and though their voice still had an annoyed bite it was softer now. “You didn’t have to get hurt before I gave you more attention.” They sank to their knees on the ground in front of him, examining the scrapes on his knees.

Remus sat back up, reached out, and cupped Janus’s cheek in his hand, leaning far into their personal space. “Trust me, babe,” he said, and then something too low for Virgil to catch that made Janus flush a brilliant shade of red.

Remus grinned and sat back, his fingers slowly dragging against Janus’s skin as he removed his hand from their face. “I have a first aid kit somewhere in here,” he said in a more normal tone, digging in his pockets and procuring a small white plastic box. He hesitated, eyes flicking to Janus. “If you don’t want—”

Janus rolled their eyes and shook their head. “Give me that.” They grabbed the kit and flipped it open, pinning down Remus’s legs with their elbows. “Don’t move.”

Remus only rested his cheek on his fist, gazing down at Janus with a look on his face far softer and fonder than Virgil thought they’d ever admit to, should he call them out on it.

“So,” Logan said in a low voice to Virgil, “please help me out here. Are they dating? I can’t tell.”

“I’m so glad I’m not the only one who’s unclear on that,” Virgil responded in a similar tone, going to go pick up Remus’s abandoned skateboard. “I—I don’t think so? From the way Remus talked about this beforehand, I would have been sure not. But then they—” He gestured vaguely at Remus and Janus.

“Exactly!” Logan agreed. “I wasn’t even sure if Janus liked them back before we got here, from how they talked about him.”

Virgil snorted, watching Janus gently sponging Remus’s knees clean with a shockingly tender expression on their face, which up until now had been haughty. “That must have been a trip.”

“You have no idea.” Logan shook his head. “Alright. I will continue to allow it to be a frustrating mystery, since you don’t seem to have the answer either. Do you wish to attempt skateboarding again before we have to return these?”

Virgil glanced at his watch; there were only seven minutes left. “I dunno. It feels like Remus getting hurt kind of killed the mood for it a little, you know?”

“I can understand that,” Logan agreed.

They checked their skateboards and safety gear back in (Virgil deposited Remus’s skateboard next to the bench he was on as they went), and then made their way back outside. The sun was starting to reach just the sort of angle in the sky where it was annoying no matter which direction you were facing, so Logan and Virgil retreated to the shade of one of the nearby trees.

“Did you know,” Logan began, examining a fallen leaf on the ground, “that you can actually eat magnolia blooms?”

“Wait, oh my god, yeah!” Virgil sat up. “I haven’t done it before, but I really like making preserves.” It was a good activity for days when his anxiety just wouldn’t go away no matter what he did, because it took a long time and a lot of hands-on work that always helped to take himself out of his thoughts for a while.

Logan lit up, adjusting his glasses and peering at Virgil with keen interest in his dark brown eyes. “Really? That’s fascinating! Tell me more!”

That was honestly all it took to get Virgil to start explaining his hobby, and if he’d thought Logan had been paying attention to him when he talked before, that was nothing compared to this eager interest to learn that Logan was now displaying. He asked just the right questions to egg Virgil on and on, and occasionally interjected facts of his own, some of which Virgil knew and some of which he didn’t. It sounded like Logan didn’t have much actual experience with preserving food, but a decent framework of theoretical knowledge.

“I wish I could see what that looks like in practice,” Logan said at one point, as Virgil explained the way fruit jellying worked.

“I mean, I bet there’s videos on YouTube,” Virgil said thoughtfully.

“Yes, but it’s not the same, you know?”

Virgil turned this over. “Tell you what. Jellying is a lot of work, and I don’t think we could really do it in a dorm kitchen, but here. Give me your number. I’m down to show you some kind of preserving method. I’m sure we can figure out a way to make it work with what we’ve got.” He dug his phone out and opened it to a new contact page.

Logan’s eyes widened. “Really?”

“For sure, dude.” Virgil handed him the phone and watched as he punched his number in. “It’s been a while since I did any kitchen work anyway, I could use the destressor.”

“I would love that, thank you!” Logan said with an enthusiasm that was absolutely catching.

Virgil chuckled. “No problem.” As he reaccepted the phone from Logan, he noticed the time at the top of the screen. “Oh, shit, it’s nearly three. Do you have anywhere to be?”

Logan blinked. “Really? It doesn’t feel like it’s been long at all.”

“I know, right?” Virgil agreed with a small laugh. Talking to Logan was surprisingly enjoyable, given how rare it was for Virgil to really like the company of new people.

“I do have a paper due tonight that I haven’t started yet,” Logan said thoughtfully.

“Dude, what? Oh my god.” Virgil felt the onset of deadline panic setting in, even though it wasn’t even his own deadline. “What do you mean, you haven’t started?”

“Oh, it’s fine.” Logan waved his concern away. “It’s only three pages, I can do it no problem by then.”

“But, like, research? Drafts?”

“No, I already know it all. I can find sources to back me up easily. Trust me, I know what I can and can’t get away with when writing a paper. I only need to worry about drafts and research when it’s five pages or more. Anything less than that I can write the day it’s due and still get an A.” Logan spoke with an easy confidence that would be annoying in almost anyone else, but that somehow couldn’t quite manage to put Virgil off. Not after the absolute delight Logan had shown over the last half hour as he learned from Virgil.

“If you say so. I still hate that,” Virgil told him.

“That is what most people say when they learn about my homework methods.” Logan nodded. “Should we gather up our companions—oh.” His eyes widened as he looked over Virgil’s shoulder. “Um.”

Virgil turned to look too. “Wow. Uh.”

Remus and Janus were—well, to put it bluntly, they were making out. Much more extensively than was probably appropriate, given the public setting. Remus had Janus backed against a wall, with their legs around his waist as he held them up and kissed them, sloppy and desperate and gleeful, like he was on a mission to map and memorize the shape of their mouth. Janus was clinging to him tightly and kissing back like they’d never get another chance to.

“Um,” Logan repeated again, frantically looking anywhere but at their friends. “Well. That is. Something.”

Virgil laughed a little, also looking away. “Yeah… I mean. I guess now our question about dating is maybe answered?”

“I hope so,” Logan said fervently. “However, just at this moment, I feel a strong inclination to, ah, pretend I don’t know either of them.” He chuckled, but Virgil got the distinct sense he was only half joking.

Virgil snickered. “I mean, I feel like they’d deserve it at this point if we deserted them. Want to head back to campus together?”

Logan perked up. “Really?”

“Sure, dude. You seem pretty cool.” Virgil offered an awkward fistbump, and after staring wide-eyed at it for a brief second, Logan returned it.

“You seem cool as well,” he said. “Shall we?”

“Let’s do it.” Virgil got to his feet and followed Logan to the bus stop.

Virgil wasn’t normally one to get his hopes up, but he hoped this Logan guy would stick around for a while. He seemed like exactly the sort of person Virgil could have an amazing friendship with.

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misskittysmagicportal · 3 years

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can i request something to do with the thing about vincent having tics while giving oral or just vincent giving oral general i love the way you write things

I Think We're Alone Now

(Vincent Rhodes x Fem!Reader)

Warnings: language, talk of mental health, fem!receiving oral

A/N: With the pandemic keeping you and Vincent apart, he was glad that being alone didn't mean being lonely.

Vincent Rhodes didn't tic as bad or as much in his thirties. He wasn't cured. He didn't take medicine that made them magically go away. He took meds for his anxiety, and the “cure” was still going to therapy with Dr Rose. He didn't go daily or weekly or even monthly anymore. He managed every other month. Sometimes, perhaps, every three to four months. Yet it took twenty-five to finally accept a cliche: Tourette's wasn't Vincent, Vincent simply HAD Tourette's.

Don't worry though, cunt is still his favorite word.

Vincent also did all the things he told Marie he wanted to do. He finished school and went to college online. He found himself rather good at computers and a job that required the bare minimum of human interaction. His Tourette's was under control, but his social anxiety never seemed to be. We digress!

He had a job, and a place to call home that wasn't a treatment facility or a hoarder’s house bogged down by sadness and alcoholism. Vincent didn't find it shameful that his father bought him a condo. He and his roommate had an agreement to pay utilities and work on the re-election campaign.

Vincent finally had a dog. A dog he had to fight for because his roommate had.. Rituals. Rituals that also weren't as bad as they used to be thanks to the same therapy and right medication. Just like you can't get rid of Tourette's, Vincent couldn't get rid of Alex either. That was his first, and really only, friend. As tumultuous as they started out, if you survive a road trip with two neurodivergents, you're pretty much bonded for life. Alex was sometimes more work than their dog.

Vincent and Alex did things in their late twenties and early thirties they never thought they'd do. They went out. They dated around. They had awkward sex and one night stands that the two of them could finally laugh about. Vincent could hide, or save his tics from popping up during his dates. He could even manage to hold them off when he had sex. He was relaxed and focused on the woman beneath or above him.

But then he would spasm, or twist and pop his mouth. He would unintentionally squeal or swear, call her names or flip her off. Instead of understanding Vincent, or talking to him, whoever the girl of the moment was would leave and never come back. Fuck her, Vincent would think. I can't help that I have Tourette’s; she can help being an asshole.

-----

There could not have been a worse time in anyone’s life for you to meet quite possibly the single hottest guy in your neighborhood. At least, you thought he was in your neighborhood. You kept running into each other at various stores to the point you found yourself quoting an old movie from college.

“Are you stalking me?” You boldly questioned him one afternoon as he pondered Mcintosh versus Fiji apples. “Because that would be super.”

The man jumped. Then to your shock, he spasmed almost violently. His neck twisted to the left as his hand held on to his chin and yelled out, “Brown haired cunt! Grass licking big tits.”

You laughed. It wasn't malicious or in jest. You were nervous and stunned. Still you replied, “Normally a guy has to date me for a while before he calls me a cunt. Now as for grass licking? That was only once, but I was high and we were playing truth or dare.”

He stared at you, mouth agape. A violent spasm rocked his body again like an aftershock. It caused him to excessively blow a dark curl back from his forehead several times before his body relaxed and he appeared to sink in on himself. Embarrassed. A pink hue spread along his cheeks and angled jaw as he gazed at the apples again with large green eyes.

“You ok? I wouldn't say I've got big tits. They're more like medium sized. Unless you were talking about the melons.” You held up two cantaloupe in front of your chest. “I’m y/n”

Again with the mouth open staring. Then he came to, “Vincent. I've never had someone react to Arthur that way.”

“I'm from New York. That was a Saturday night in the village. Who’s Arthur?” You looked around. “Are you being held hostage? Scream cunt for yes. Vagina for no.”

Vincent laughed. It was almost a giggle that you weren't sure was a laugh or his thing. “Arthur is my Tourette's. He's the clown who shits in between my thoughts. My tics. You scared the piss out of him.”

“You named your Tourette's? You can't do that, they never go away once you name them.”

Vincent rolled his eyes, “ DAMMIT! I'll take away his bowl of food and dog bed too. Maybe I'll finally be cured!”

You didn't want him to think you felt something was wrong with him. “Mostly with all of this, I meant I keep seeing you around. Thought I'd say hi.”

“How about we exchange phone numbers, and you can say hello more often?” Vincent cocked an eyebrow.

“Bold of you to assume calling me a cunt is flirting! But you got it out of the way now instead of down the line. Give me your phone.”

He obliged and you put your number in. As you handed it back you joked, “Should've told me you had a much sexier friend.” You indicated Alex on the phone’s wallpaper.

“He's gay.”

“Damn! Lucky for men. Anyways, I work most days. Don't know how long with everything happening out there. Call me sometime?”

Vincent twitched and wolf whistled. He shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose, but promised he would nonetheless. But then pandemic happened, so all you had for the next six months was your phone

-----

You met Alex and learned his rituals and empathized with his panic to follow or abide by heath guidance. His OCD aggravated by everything going on. Vincent couldn't even go for a run without his friend completely freaking out, so he just didn't. Their balcony was it for fresh air.

You took tours of each other's apartments. Had dinners and breakfasts together. Shared what books you were reading and watched movies together. Vincent teased you about your fat, lazy cat and you did likewise over his ten pound shih tzu. Although, you admitted, it was because she got to share a bed with him.

Somehow in month 5 you were roped into a three way phone call with his dad. Senator Rhodes and Vincent seemed to have an easy relationship, but you were filled in later that it was anything but for a very long time. So you turned the tables one night, and introduced him to your entire family.

Forgetting about his Tourette's, because you had really grown used to it all. To the tics, the whistles and excessive use of the word cunt (Pandemic drinking game, Vincent’s idea) that his biggest episode since you met stunned not only you but your clan. Vincent had buried his face, you were terrified of your mistake. But you got it from somewhere.

“Sure you ain't from Brooklyn, kid?!” Thank Christ for meathead brothers.

“This is dating right?” Vincent asked after their dinner. “Pandemic, COVID, for now dating. Even though,” he paused to twist his neck, “One of my coworkers has uh, dick appointments all the time?” He snapped a finger several times and shouted something about a whore and syphilis.

“Hey! Tell Arthur to fuck off. Sexual liberation. She's not a whore, she's in her twenties!” Vincent laughed. “Are you nervous about something? Usually the bedtime part of our phone calls are the least tic-ish.”

“Wanna have sex?” He was straightforward.

“Right now? Facetime sex?” You scrunch your nose but more to be cute than creeped out.

“Here. Alex is asleep. Come over? We've been isolated for months.”

“God, I love you.”

“What?” Vincent laughed. “Are you sure about that?”

“I'll be there in twenty minutes.”

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Vincent opened the door and implored you to take your shoes off at the door. You expected nothing less as you complied and followed him in the stillness of the apartment to his bedroom.

The moment the door was shut, Vincent was on you before you could even adjust to the dark. Only street lamps from the neighborhood below showed through as his mouth consumed yours.

Your tongues at war with each other as the two of you scrambled to undress. Your lips broke apart long enough to throw shirts over heads and step out of flannel pants or yoga pants. Then they crashed together again as Vincent let his hands splay out the length of your back and shoulders.

Your one hand ensnared by his messy hair. The other under the waistband of his boxers and over his ass. You drew his body to yours to melt into. His erection strained and throbbed against your hip as you hungrily pushed your tongue as far inside him as you could.

The both of you eager like teenagers shot with adrenaline. Anxious and hoping Alex caught you as Vincent twitched and his shoulders shrugged up to his ears. His fingers fumbled with your bra made worse by his tics. Tics that frustrated only him; you reached and undid it for him. Your breasts were free for him to look at.

Vincent attempted to choke back his words but failed. “Tit fucker,” a sour look on his face as his eye involuntarily clamped shut, “huge nipples.” He swallowed his lips, mortified.

“Hey!! They make up for yours being the tiniest nipples I have EVER seen on a dude.” You took Vincent’s hand. “We can slow down if you want. I don't know what's up, do you tic like this every time you have sex?”

The two of you laid side by side on his bed, hands traced over inches of bare skin. Vincent was silent for a while as he let his fingers trail over you, his lips not far behind.

“I don't. I'm usually too focused. The last time I loved someone, it fell apart immediately. It's making me anxious.”

You held his head to your body with a tenderness. “I loved you first, didn't I?”

His mouth made its way amongst your breasts as he gently laid you on your back. His lips warm on your stomach and hips that he exposed by tugging your panties down over your knees and off. Vincent laid down between them and almost nuzzled his nose in your soft pubic hair before his tongue dove inside of you.

Your hips rocketed up into his mouth as you grabbed the back of Vincent's head. He licked and sucked on your sex. Small tics caused him to push his tongue and lips in further than before. They closed in on your clit. His tongue attacked it with a lapping motion that you could only bend to, helpless.

Vincent was insatiable, his mouth in a frenzy. Your fingers caught up in the sheets as the sensation of his mouth on your clit spread along your body. Now your words were a shock as they came screaming out into the quiet of the bedroom.

“Tongue fuck me! Faster!”

Instead Vincent looked up at you with a grin, “I see Arthur came to visit.”

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nachohypno · 3 years

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Pine’s Football Jocks (Rewritten!) - Ch. 4

The delivery guy finished with the boxes, leaving them next to the lobby’s counter. It was okay, I could take it from there. Got a few muscular guys and they could put those muscles to display.

“You really can take it from here? You look small to move all those boxes” The guy that asked me to sign for the delivery asked. It was nice of him.

“Yeah, no. I’m going to have the guys move them to the storage room, and I thought that could serve as motivation for the non-staff people, to be like ‘Woah, I’d like to be strong like that one day’.” I explained, nodding towards coach Mark spotting a twink-ish guy while he bench pressed.

“Uh, whatever you prefer. All the papers are in order, so… Have a nice day, bud.” The delivery guy counted the ten boxes one last time, before writing some stuff on his clipboard and leaving the sports club.

Now, to get all these boxes inside…

“Mark! Peter! A little help, please?” I shouted, trying to catch their attention over the loud music. And after they finished helping their respective trainees, the coaches ran over to my side.

“Yeah, boss? Need help with these boxes?” Mark asked, pointing at the boxes beside me.

Mark and Peter, the football coaches from my old high school and my current university, respectively. Of course, they have been brainwashed after I met them, and I put them to work under my management as personal trainers during their free times, which is… the only time I can open this place.

“Yeah. Just move it to the storage room and I’ll check them there. They’re supposed to be the new uniforms and the club’s merch, so better check they are exactly as I’ve ordered them.”

I was particularly excited about this. I only ordered one delivery of a couple boxes full of different sized unisex shirts, and I plan on leaving them behind the counter and having the coaches wear them as their new uniform.

Once again, I’m using them as a display. I’ve been researching for a while with my frat friend Aiden, who told me I should make the trainers wear them and that would make the clients want them, somehow. “It’s dumb, but it works. And I expect a percentage of the earnings for my advice.” were his exact words.

“Hey, Mikey!” I called my best friend, who was running on a treadmill a few meters away. “Can you look around and make sure nobody dies while I’m back there? Should only take a few minutes”

“I’ve got your back, bro!” He answered, giving me a thumb up with his healthy arm before turning the treadmill a few levels down to be able to pay attention to his surroundings without flying off the machine.

Great, that covers it. It’s only for a minute or two, so I tried to not overthink it. Mikey is perfectly capable of helping someone, even with a casted arm. I hope, I don’t want to get sued.

He came to make me some company during one of my trips to this place, and because he wanted to put a workout in. Only lower body stuff, so he wouldn’t hurt his arm, but he seemed to love it still.

I followed the coaches to the storage room, as they left a pair of boxes each and went to look for the rest. I grabbed a cutter from the toolbox we have there and opened the box lid.

Grabbed a random tee from the box and pulled it up. ‘Neat’ I thought, admiring the work. It was a green tee, an XL size. Might be perfect for the coaches.

“Mark, take off your shirt and put this one instead.” I ordered, throwing the shirt at him and examining the box again.

“Yeah, boss” Answered the coach, before starting to undress beside me. I took a quick glimpse, sighed, then went back to work. I grabbed another pair of shirts, one would be for Peter and the other one for Mikey. I guessed he would like the little present.

Mark had already changed, and the shirt looked awesome on his muscular body. Fitted, which was great, because it showed off his big pecs and bodybuilder abs. How can a high school football coach have such a great build? I don’t know, I don’t care. Me and my old classmates just assumed he was a real psychopath when it came to physical stuff.

“Looking great there. How does it feel?” I asked, patting one of Mark’s pecs.

“Somewhat tight, but still really good. Not tight enough to hinder my movement, boss.” He smiled after his answer, like he was proud to help. It was nice, I liked to see my boys being happy, no matter which one it is.

“Good, that’s good.” I mumbled, checking out the guy to examine the shirt. It was green, just like I asked. It had a little grey pine tree drawn on the left pec.

And in the middle, around the chest area, there was the words ‘Lumberjack Sports Club’ written in big letters. It was supposed to be a rebrand on the whole place and… Really cheesy, right? I know, it was the best I could think of. Wanted to make something with my name and… lumberjacks cut wood, like pines… Yeah, it’s really, really cheesy.

The words become a bit more prominent if the wearer has big pecs, like coach Mark has. They stick out a bit more due to the big chest, which is awesome!

I finished checking that everything was as planned, then patted the man’s pecs once more. “Done here, you can go back to work.”

“Sure thing, boss” Is it weird having my high school coach calling me boss? Of course it is, but can’t do anything about that.

Now I just needed to wait for Peter and do the same thing with him. The sooner I introduce the new uniforms, the more exposed they’d be and a week or two later, I would be able to sell them as club merch on the reception desk. Once I set this place as self-manageable, I can drop it finally and go back to being number #1 of the class.

The original plan was just to save this place because it was Mike’s preferred workout place, but now it turned out to be a huge time vacuum.

Coach Peter entered, carrying the last two boxes. “Great, I was just waiting for you…” I said, grabbing another XL tee from the box I opened previously.

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I took a few minutes examining the other boxes before going back to the main area. I looked around for Mike, hands behind my back trying to hide one of the new t-shirts I wanted to give him. I noticed he already finished with the treadmill.

After he saw me coming out of the storage, the big guy skipped over to my side. “Hey, what’s with the new shirts? They look awesome!” The jock said, admiring how the new uniform looked on the coaches as they went back to work.

“Just a little idea I had! Nice, right? I think I went a bit over the top with it but it’s supposed to increase earnings and… you know, management stuff.” I didn’t like boring Mike with the details of my little hobby/job. It was fun to do, and reminded me of time management games I used to play as a kid. But of course, in a more serious and realistic way.

“They are! Man, they really look good.” He stated, before finally stopping his admiration for the new shirts. Luckily, because I would start feeling weird if he kept admiring those.

“Weeeeeell…” I extended my hands towards him and offered him the tee. “Got one for you!”

“Really?! Awesome!” He snatched it right away, but I didn’t want him changing in the middle of the gym area. It was supposed to be a little secret for now! Just meant to be shown off by the coaches for a few days before they go on sale. Not going to use my best friend for advertising purposes!

“Heyheyhey, wait a second there. I gotta finish with some stuff upstairs before we can go home. Want to come with me and…” Looking around to see that nobody was near to eavesdrop. “Show off a little?”

I tried to wink, but I’m pretty sure it came off awfully. I don’t know how to wink without making a weird face. Luckily for my self-esteem, Mike didn’t point it out. He just nodded, visibly excited to try his gift on.

No more words spoken, we started jogging upstairs quite fast. My ‘office’ was just this room with a couch on the side, a desk with a computer and two chairs around it. One in the front and one way more comfortable behind it.

I barely do stuff there, honestly. I try to not put much thought into the sports club, otherwise I’ll become as invested as I am with the football team and I’d have even less time to breath. Besides keeping my studies up to date, I like to have my time to play videogames.

Also Mike is a veeeery social guy, so he gets bored quite quickly if he doesn’t do stuff with another human being. Anything, let it be working out, play a game, cooking, sex, anything.

While he’s still in contact with his friends and teammates, I’m the guy who’s around him the most, and thus I have the responsibility to make him feel good and loved. It’s not a hard task because he’s naturally loveable, but still quite time consuming!

As soon as we entered, Mikey closed the door with his foot and pulled me in by the shoulder. There, the big guy leaned in and the usual make out session started.

…Yeah, this was another use for the office. That’s why the couch wasn’t out yet. It was pretty inappropriate for an office but very useful for sexy times like this.

I pulled back, though. We could do sexier stuff at our place, rather than risk anyone walking in the manager’s office for any reason. I wanted to head home already too, so I preferred if we were done with it quickly here.

“Wanted to thank you for the gift, bro. Y’know I love surprises.” he said, pointing to the shirt.

“Huh, you won’t love it until you try it! Strip show! Strip show!” I began to encourage him, as he threw the shirt to the couch and reached down to start pulling his sweaty tee up. He tried to do slow movements, and his cast was on the way,

A few seconds later, the old sweaty shirt was off. I wondered if I should tell him to stop and wait until he showered, but he seemed so excited that I decided to keep myself silent.

Mike grabbed the new uniform tee and carefully slid it in, one arm at a time, then the head, and the big guy was ready! “How do I look?” He asked, striking a superhero pose.

“Amazing, I knew it would fit like a glove!” It really looked great on him, and I guess that’s always a granted when you give fitted tees to fit people. The pecs look great; the abs can be admired through the fabric. It was really like he wasn’t wearing anything.

“Hey, once I get this thing off in a week,” he lifted his casted arm “I’m gonna work out like a beast, then we’ll go back home and I’ll give you the best freakin’ show in your life. Got it, bro?”

He had that handsome cocky smile, and I was glad I made him happy. I’m doing a nice job taking care of him, if I dare say so. He barely minded that his arm was broken and just looked forward to having it off. Focusing on his studies (Not intending to brag, but I kind of helped with that…) served as a nice distraction, so the big guy always has something to do.

“Okay, I’ll take your word on it” I answered, offering him my hand to make it seem like a deal. He chuckled and shook my hand, before pulling me in again for another kiss. I wanted to roll my eyes, but this was really nice. I can’t lie and say that I don’t enjoy it, I enjoy when he gets all cheesy and romantic.

“Y’know what we could do? It’s been a while since you’ve read me the… the story…” I think there are very few things that manage to get me from hard to soft, and sadly this was one of them. I’ve been trying to avoid the story for a few weeks, and Mike didn’t seem to notice or he didn’t bring it up.

Until now, of course.

And you know what? I can’t deny it to him, it’s something that happened years ago, and I’m not really upset by it but it’s… kind of uncomfortable to read? I feel like I was such a brat before.

I sighed. “I’ll read you one chapter, if… you cook dinner tonight and, uh…” I’m really bad at coming up with this stuff. It’s funny because I usually have to come up with orders and stuff like that. “Read another chapter for your class? The boring one, so you get over it fast” I’m devilish sometimes.

“Aww, man… Really?”

“Yup, take it or leave it, big guy” I crossed my arms, trying to seem like serious business.

After a bit, Mikey nodded. He didn’t even put up a fight, darn! I lowkey wanted to use mind control to change his mind. It’s okay though, I shouldn’t really try to influence his choices. Only for fun though, hehehe.

“Welp, we’ve got some time here. There’s a couch too, so…” I grabbed my laptop from my bag, feeling a sort of déjà vu as of now. Even when I tried to avoid reading it, it seems like I have to keep going until the end, or Mike won’t be happy.

I sat down on the mentioned couch, and waited for him to lay down beside me, as he rested his head on my lap. I had to leave the laptop beside me to avoid placing it on his head, but whatever.

Let’s see where I left this off…

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Past Pine’s POV

My day was weird. I still felt a bit hurt by what happened at Mike’s house, but the idea of not having one, but two jocks under my control sort of balanced my mood into a normal state. Not happy, nor sad. I was just a blank sheet of paper waiting for the day ahead to fill me.

And that line is too cheesy, I have to erase it later.

[Huh… I didn’t delete that… I could just… Oh, sorry Mike. Where was I?]

But yeah. I couldn’t take last night’s events out of my mind, and the fact that Mike hadn’t sent me a nightly message may speak for itself. The guy is mad at me now, even though he doesn’t really have a reason to be mad.

Whatever. I thought about messaging Gary this time to have him pick me up and drive me to school, but if I wanted to keep my stuff a secret, then I would have to not be as obvious. I mean, having him not beat me up already on sight is a big improvement, but not being actually able to hang out with him was a pain.

Not like I want to hang out with Garrett, but being able to enjoy my new slaves would be nice. I know I got to play with them yesterday, but there’s still a lot of things to do!

Skimming through my day, nothing interesting happened. Again, I didn’t find Gary until after the first classes were over (Nothing of interest ever happened in my classes, the teachers did a good job on punishing troublemakers… As long as they’re inside the classroom, the corridors are another tale).

I saw him walking down the corridor, and Mike was next to him.

“Like, really, thanks a lot for helpin’ with those loooong words…” Mikey was saying, before they both stopped in front of me. “I dunno why, but that book seems like a biiiig pain in the ass now.”

“Hey, it’s okay. That’s what mates are for, right Mikey?”

“Right, bruh!” Huh, pigs might as well start to fly now because this was unnatural. Mike and Gary are getting along! This, uh… It never happened before.

Let’s see. Mikey is nice and gentle, while Gary is rude and… straight up awful. They never managed to even hit that one point where you text the other person and wish them a happy birthday, because both guys really dislike each other.

Something fishy is going on, definitely.

“Uhm… What’s up?” I asked, looking at one, then the other. I was pretty confused.

“Hey man. Been chatting with Mikey here during Literature class. Dunno what happened after I dropped you there last night, but he’s awesome now!” Gary stated, seeming excited.

“Yuh, been feelin’ pretty light headed since last night, bruh. My brah here helped me with some words I couldn’t understand. Been a hard day, huhuhuh…” Mike’s voice sounded deeper, exactly how they sounded last night after I left.

Fuck.

I did do something to him during our fight. I just didn’t notice. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I had to do something.

First, let’s see what I did to him. “Mike, would you mind telling me… the square root of 16?” That was the simplest one I could think of, because it’s the example they taught us when younger.

“Uh… I dunno, I ain’t a calculator bruh. But hey, we good now, right? You talkin’ to me like we good and that’s awesome! Bro hug!”

“No, wait, there’s no time for-“ I got pulled in for a bro hug anyway. Mike is a tight hugger, and this gave me time to think. I guess I can leave it like this for a while, right?

He certainly seems happier, and it could work as a sort of punishment for outing me. Not really enslaving him, because I have no interest in doing that to my best friend, but still doing something with him.

That makes sense, right?

Mike slowly let go of me, and I patted his shoulder. There was a big smile on his face as he looked down at me. That sealed the deal, he was staying like this at least for a few days.

“Yeah. We good, big guy” I told him, returning the nice smile he was giving me.

…And then he pulled me in for another bro hug.

“Okay, that’s enough” I said, once he let go of me again. Fighting back against him was useless, have you seen this guy? He’s way bigger than me! Rivaling Gary in terms of bigness!

“Sorry, got a lil’ bit excited there. So happy to be bruhs again, bruh!” Mike took a step forward, probably to hug me again, but I did a weird wanna-be karate move and he remained still. Gary laughed at our goofiness.

“So, that was heartwarming!” The guy stated. “C’mon big guy, we should head to practice before coach Mark starts to yell.”

“Oww… I don’t like coach Mark. He mean to me, huhuhuh.” Mike said, still in a deep voice. It was weird, seeing him like this. He’s not the brightest bulb on the box, but he isn’t a dumb jock either. He can be pretty smart if the subject interests him, like with biology and… P.E!

Wait… Coach Mark…

Okay, let’s say that I began to like this thing of controlling jocks with my mind control powers. (Except for Mikey, of course. That was an accident and he’s not going to be enslaved). But, if I were to enslave all of them, one by one…

It’s going to take an eternity, fuck.

But, as the big jocks next to me were chatting about going to practice and how mean the coach is, I thought I could maybe… target him this time? I mean, he is a very mean guy, and he also seems to not care that his football team has been bullying a senior student for a month or so. He definitely should be corrected in his ways…

“Hey, do you guys mind if I follow you to the practice?” The chatter stopped.

“Wut?” Mikey was legit confused. He was dumb, but he still recognized that I just had an awful idea, if I didn’t have any powers with me.

“Why’d you wanna do that?” Gary asked too. He seemed a bit less confused than Mike, but still clearly curious.

“Y’know what I mean by having a word with him, right?” And then, it clicked. Gary let out a ‘Ooooh…’ that made my dumbified best friend even more confused. “I figured that, instead of keeping going for the team’s jocks, I could take down the leader of the group?”

“I dunno what you two got in your hands, but lemme know if you need my help, a’ight? Gonna head to the field already…” Mike stated, but didn’t wait for an answer before leaving. I guess he got bored from not being paid attention? I don’t know, I’m not inside his head.

“Pine, bro, while this sounds great, are you really sure you can do that? I worry about you, bruh” Aww, Gary was a softie! But sadly, I had made up my mind already. I’m going to enslave that coach.

Gary and I walked together towards the football field. We talked about how the plan could go as we walked. I wouldn’t be able to enter the football field zone because that would raise suspicion, but I didn’t care much about that at the moment.

“Well, I need to think about all of this… Go to practice in the meantime, I’ll let you know at the end what my plan is, okay?”

“Okay. I’ll do my best to help you,” Gary leaned in and whispered to my ear “My master…” Then he jumped back and jogged down to the locker room.

I remained inside the school, making time while helping around the people with indoors extracurricular activities. It gave me something to do, and I could also think about the plan with barely any interruptions other than myself asking around in the classrooms if they needed an extra hand for anything.

Not going to lie, I was really tempted to go to the football field, climb on the bleachers and stare at all the jocks training. But it would be best if I stuck to the ‘not get voluntarily near any of the jocks’ for now, because I don’t really know if my powers work on masses of people. Like, so far it worked on two people, Gary and Brent.

I have a theory that people’s will power plays a part on whether they obey or not, and so far both Gary, Mike and Brent did as I said without any complaint. Getting the coach would also let me test if age has anything to do with my powers’ efficiency.

[Hmm… Nothing much happens during these bits… I’ll fast-forward a bit]

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An hour or so later, football practice was probably over. It kind of depends, it usually only lasts until 5 pm but it can get extended until 6 pm and I hope it didn’t get extended because I’m bored.

I headed to the school yard. The sky was gray, maybe there would rain tonight. Nice, I like rain. I sped up my pace towards the football grounds though, didn’t want to miss the end of the practice.

My plan so far was telling Gary to get the coach’s attention and ask him for a short reunion. I could maybe lie saying that I’m in the school’s newspaper to justify my presence in that reunion. I don’t know, I’ll figure it out once I’m there.

The football ground was just a large chunk of land, decorated with lines to mark the different spots, yards or whatever. Sorry if I don’t seem interested, but I’ve never managed to understand football. On the sides of the field, there were a good chunk of bleachers for when we host a game and the principal invites the whole school, passing it off as a ‘grand event’ when it’s just another high school football game.

‘Suppose it’s got something to do with school spirit, but I’m not feeling any school spirit when I’m being shoved in a locker, thank you very much.

Enough with the bitterness though, got a plan to carry out!

The team players were sitting on the grass, and they looked really sweaty. Some were panting to catch their breaths; others were drinking water. The only thing in common was that they all were staring at the coach as the man spoke.

The coach was just as Gary described him earlier. A very large man with a face of few friends that scared everyone.

“YES, COACH!” The jocks shouted suddenly, breaking my train of thought. I assumed they were having a motivational speech of sorts. Or a cult reunion. You never know!

“LOUDER!” The man in front of the group shouted back, it gave me goosebumps. I don’t like yelling.

“YES, COACH!!” The jocks repeated, then the coach laughed and started speaking in a lower tone again, so I couldn’t hear anything. I was beside the bleachers, so I had no idea if they could see me or not. I didn’t really mind if they saw me, but I didn’t want to interrupt… whatever that was.

Cult meeting or football practice aside, the group started to walk lazily towards the locker room, probably to have a shower before they all returned home.

I noticed Gary split from the team and was walking towards my direction. I leaned back against the bleachers so the rest of the team couldn’t see me. Not that it would really matter, I think, but maybe being a bit careful wouldn’t hurt?

“Saw you spying. What’s up, bro?” Gary asked once he reached me. He was wearing a football jersey on top of the armor. The armor made his already wide shoulders look even bigger, which was certainly impressive.

I stood there for a moment, admiring the look of the guy in front of me. “Woah…” I mumbled, before shaking my head. “Uh… sorry. I wasn’t sure if practice had finished already so I thought I would come over and… take a look. Yeah. That’s it.”

“You’re so lucky the coach didn’t see you, otherwise he would have yelled at you big time.

“I mean; I could also tell him to shut up. It would sell me out, but it would also feel really good” That man. Yells. A LOT.

“Got a point there. Eh, I gotta go back in and take a shower. I’m really smelly, otherwise I’d give ya a bro hug. You… seemed to enjoy the one Mikey gave you this morning” I almost cracked a laugh in front of him. Never thought Gary would get so observant. So glad he’s enslaved to do as I say, otherwise he would have beaten me up by now.

“Yeah… Yeah, you’re pretty smelly. I’ll wait for you here, still planning to get the coach today.” I said, as he took a few steps back.

“Oh yeah, about that. I came up with an idea to help you out. I’ll wait outside the locker room once I’m done and call you when everyone else finishes, ‘kay? Shouldn’t take longer than 15 minutes, and the coach usually stays in to check some stuff in his office.” It sounded like a nice plan, better than mine I guess. Because there was barely a plan on my end.

Go in, enslave, go out. That’s what I managed to think of all day. I don’t really know the coach other than he’s a dick, and I’d like to change that once I get my grip on him, but if I don’t get him first then the later part would be pretty useless.

“Sure, okay. See you in a while, I think.” Never thought I’d be planning how to enslave a coach with Garrett Basch. But hey, I should get used to this, right? I mean, if I plan on keep doing it after a while, that is…

Yeah, I probably will. I don’t know, I have a feeling I can become really good at this with enough practice!

Gary smiled and ran off. I noticed some players walking towards where I was, which made sense since this is the field’s direct exit. I hid under the bleachers next to me and hoped to not be seen. The guys passed by, luckily not noticing me… standing there like some kind of creep.

Well, I just needed to wait now. And hide, just in case someone else decided to leave.

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It seemed like forever, but after around 15 minutes of waiting, I received a text from Gary.

Finally! I left my little hideout and was about to make a run towards the locker room’s exit of the field, but instead bumped into someone. Way to go on the ‘stay hidden’ part, huh?

“Oh, hey. Sorry, bruh. Didn’t see you… Uh… Where did you come from?” Mikey said, taking a step forward to see if I was alright, and I could tell he didn’t take a shower and just changed into normal clothes. The after-practice odor wasn’t so strong, but it was still noticeable.

I looked at the big guy and tried to shrug the bump off. “Uhm… Just came from school, thought about having a word with the coach before heading home.” I explained. It wouldn’t hurt to update him with my latest plans, right? I mean, I don’t think he could do something bad to me while he’s a dumb jock.

“Ooooh, you don’t wanna do that, brah. Coach is reaaaaaally pissed today, he’s been taking it out on us all evening. I was really thinking about ditchin’ practice and go home, but that’d probably have been worse than hearin’ him yell and stuff, huhuhuh.” That deep laugh was a bit unsettling.

I nodded. “Thanks for the heads up, I’ll be careful. You’re heading home, right?”

“Yuh-uh”

“Good. Take a shower when you get there, okay?” I don’t know if he planned to not shower at all, but he kind of messed his normal clothes by not showering before changing back to them, so I thought I could slip that one little help for him.

“Got’cha, bruh” I didn’t notice him going all blank and glassy eyed, but I think it worked fine. “Gonna head back now, see ya bruh.” He was about to step in for another bro hug, but I lifted my hands and he ended up bro-slapping them. Nicer than smelling my friend after a practice? Always.

“Oh, wait!” I heard Mikey and stopped in my tracks. Turned around and noticed him smiling at me “Nice glasses you have. Make you look smarter, bruh.”

“Uh… Thanks? They’re the same ones I’ve been wearing for months” Luckily, my glasses never got broken on Garrett’s jock rampage against me. Which is nice, because my prescription is still working fine and glasses aren’t cheap.

“Yeah, but I noticed that if you compliment people, they feel better and I like making people feel better. Discovered this after I com-pli-men-ted-” He counted the syllables with his hand, which was cute. “-this cheerleader earlier today and she seemed really happy afterwards. So yeah, looking great today, bruh! But, uh… No homo, you get what I mean, huhuhuh.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Well… Thanks Mikey, you look great too. No homo! Heheh.” I figured I had to add that in at the end too, otherwise he might think I was hitting on him. The big guy gave me a big dumb smile, before nodding and walking away.

After that weird event, I went back to making a run towards the locker rooms. I noticed Gary waiting there, with a kind of annoyed look.

“What took so long?” He asked once I arrived. He seemed more nervous than anything, which was understandable. The coach isn’t really a nice man, but he’s really good at his job. Otherwise I guess he wouldn’t be around?

“Bumped into Mike, and he wanted to chat for a bit. Nothing serious, I’m here now!”

“It’s… okay. You’re the leader here, so I can’t get mad at you. Can’t get mad at you even if I wanted, bro!” He said with a sincere smile. It felt weird, but I shrugged it off. “C’mon, let’s talk to the coach.”

As we were about to go in, the door opened and coach Mark was staring at us, apparently in confusion. Did we catch him on his way out? Oh, fuck.

Coach Mark. A man around his thirties, very muscular too (His body size reminded me of Gary, actually! But older and bigger/taller). He was wearing a fitted tee that looked quite professional while also being ‘made for show-off’-ish, some dark gray leggings and running shoes.

He had sunglasses on, which was weird because it was almost night time already, and a little golden chainlink necklace that ended up hid under the t-shirt. I felt like if I kept examining him, I would die, for some reason.

The man had an expression of not liking… I don’t know, the entire planet. But I’ve heard rumors about him laughing sometimes, whenever he takes a person to detention.

“Heeeey, coach…” Gary said, sounding quite nervous. If he was nervous, I was about to pass out then.

“Yo, Garrett…” Then he looked at me “And… uh… Mr… Cartas?” How rude! Uh, I think. I guess he’s not really forced to learn the student’s names and so. I need to try and go a bit easier on people, I guess.

“Carter, sir… My name is Pine Carter…” I corrected him, but tried to sound respectful.

“Yeah, that. What are… you two doing here? Practice’s over, I’m heading home now” The coach stated, sounding surprisingly calm. Maybe he doesn’t need to sound all baddy and mean if his jocks aren’t around?

“Wait, coach. I really need to talk with you, in private. With my buddy here.” The coach seemed to flinch a bit when Gary called me ‘buddy’, but almost instantly regained composure.

“Sure. Head to my office tomorrow during your free time, and we’ll chat there. Going back home now” The coach put a bit more force on that last sentence, like he really wanted us to leave and stop bothering.

I think this would be a nice time to step in!

“Uh, coach. You’re going to let us in and have a reunion with us. You really want to have this thing now” I stated, trying to sound quite commanding.

Mark’s eyes glazed over for a second, but quickly turned back to normal again. He turned around without saying a word and let us in the locker room. “Come on in, let’s go to my office to talk more comfortably.” He said after starting to walk in.

Gary smiled at me, before letting me go in first and follow me closely behind. The office was just across the locker room, so it was just a few steps away. The coach unlocked the door with his key and let us go in first. The plan was working out! I’m so excited!

The office had a brown desk in the middle, with a computer on top of it and a plaque that read ‘Coach Mark’. In front of it, there were three plastic chairs that seemed pretty uncomfortable. Around the walls were shelves with pictures of teams (Probably the school’s football team across the years? I couldn’t tell).

A pennant with the school’s colors (Red and yellow) was right behind the leather desk chair that was for the coach. I was tempted to command him to exchange chairs with me or something, but decided to not be an asshole. It was enough that I was going to make him obedient to me already.

I sat on one of the chairs in front of the desk, and Gary followed suit. The jock smiled at me, and shook my shoulder a bit. “Hey, you’ll do great” He mouthed (I think), as the coach closed the door and walked around the desk to sit on his chair.

The older man was mumbling a sort of happy tune, which would have made me laugh if I weren’t completely terrified.

“So…” The coach grabbed a few papers on top of his desk, set them aside, and stared at Gary. “What brings you two here?”

Since he was looking at Garrett, I didn’t feel like I actually had any permission to speak on this matter. I assumed this had just turned into a ‘team effort’ kind of thing, and decided to let my jock partner play his card and I would continue afterwards.

“Well, sir…” Gary seemed nervous too, but was handling it way better than me. “It would be nice if you apologized to my friend-o here… I know this may come off as out of nowhere but…” then he looked at me. “Pine, I’m sorry for what I’ve done this last month. I’m truly, very sorry.”

My brain was about to split in half, not because of the surprise but because I didn’t know how to react. For one side, there was a little voice that was like ‘fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck you!’ and in the other side, another voice that went like ‘So cuteeeeee!’.

Since I couldn’t really pick a side, I just nodded. “Yeah, thanks. But why does the coach owe me an apology?” The coach in front of us raised an eyebrow, probably as confused as I was? “…You didn’t tell me why we were coming here in the first place, huh.”

“I’m preeetty sure good old Garrett was just pulling a prank on both of us, kiddo-“ The coach started, but was quickly interrupted by Garrett.

“The coach told me, and the team, that he knew our practices were going to get harder lately. And if we needed to steam off a little, we wouldn’t get in trouble for messing with people in the corridors and stuff… Y’know what I mean.”

I remained silent, and heard very calmly Garrett’s explanation as the coach seemed to have lost faith in this conversation. “And to avoid drawing a lot of attention, the best way would be to focus on one person. This happened around when someone spilled the beans about you being… y’know, gay and all…”

So… if I got everything right… It all started as a sort of chain of events that got intertwined with my outing, and the coach being a REAL asshole. Huh, if you think about it, it doesn’t make any sense.

The coach did a Jim face, looking straight ahead, probably realizing he fucked up big time. I could report him, of course, and I may as well do. But hey, at least I won’t feel bad for doing this.

“Well… In view of this new information, coach, I do now believe that you owe me an apology.” I said, maintaining the composure, and doing my best to not yell ‘and now you’ll be naked! And you’ll be naked!’.

The man moved his hands weirdly, and chuckled. “Sure, why not? I’m sorry. My guys needed a way to rest, and I provided it to them. It may have not been the best one, but it worked fine, right?”

“No, that was not a good apology” Now, this was getting tiring! “Apologize sincerely, okay?” It was weird, but this time I could feel how my words came off as more ‘strict’ than before.

And I did notice the coach’s face going blank, as he started droning “I’m sorry for sending my players out to get someone and that you ended up being that someone.”

“Hmm… No, that doesn’t do the trick” I said, while Gary observed the whole scene playing out. “Repeat after me: ‘What I did was very wrong, unforgivable even, and I deserve a punishment’.”

“What I did was very wrong, unforgivable even, and I deserve a punishment” Coach Mark repeated, his face still blank.

“Coach, as punishment for what you’ve done…” Uh, I feel like I’m sounding like a weird movie’s villain. But it’s impossible to make an enslavement thing good! It’s just weird, I dunno. “You are going to do everything I tell you, with no second thoughts. You want to become a good obedient slave for me, your master. Isn’t that right?”

No answer came out. Was he resisting? I’ve never seen anyone do that so far! Ooooh, this is so excitingggg! Wait, no, I’m mad at him. Fuck, it’s difficult to be mad when you’re taking control of the person you’re mad at.

“You really want to become my happy obedient slave, just like Gary is, don’t you coach?” I tried to smooth his path with some chatter. Garrett smiled at me, nodding like a happy puppy. I smiled back at him, before returning to the blank coach.

“Yeah… I-I want t-to…” Another weird thing was seeing this big muscular man stutter after I said a few words. Makes you think about how this mind control stuff affects people, right? “obedient… slave…?” The man finished, pretty confused as he stared at Garrett beside me.

“Yeah. He’s a really good jockboy,” Now, that was weird. I reached out to Gary and ruffled his hair a bit. He didn’t stop smiling, like he was happy to be there with me as he watched the whole scene play out. “And you reeaally want to be a good obedient jockboy too, don’t you?”

This felt pretty great! I mean, I know I sound like some weird villain guy, but payback does apparently feel really good!

“Y-yeaah… W-Want t-to be… a… g-gooood…” Okay, this was getting slow. If I have to wait for this guy to finish each sentence when I tell him something, I’ll graduate already.

Let’s see… Something to stop him from resisting… I examined the guy, he was exactly as Gary described him back at the corridor. He had a thin chainlink necklace around his neck, that seemed to fall nicely on the spot between his pecs. A

“Coach, stand up.” I ordered, and waited as he shakily got up from his seat and stood at attention. His hands seemed to shake like he was very nervous. Huh, I noticed he had his championship rings on. Normal rings but with like big crests and stuff on the upper part.

“Uh… Hey, Gary?” I looked at the enslaved jock beside me and pointed to the coach’s fingers. “Do you know why he’s wearing those? I thought they were supposed to be trophies, not literal rings…” I was pretty confused, but again, I know nothing about football other than Mike’s position being quarterback, and Gary’s is linebacker.

“They are supposed to be trophies, or some sort of collectible. But some coaches like to wear them for good luck or some shit like that. That’s what the guy told me, at least.” Gary answered, eyeing the coach as he did. For not being so involved now that he revealed the coach’s ‘evil plans’, he seemed to be enjoying the show.

Right… so I’m quite nervous here. Like, I have to deal with a guy resisting my mind control powers. Kind of, because so far he’s doing everything I say without any doubt, but it looks like he’s so tense he may break free in any minute. I had to think of something to break that resistance down…

I mean, imagine if this went wrong and coach Mark told everyone I tried to control him somehow. I may be locked up by the government, or worse!

“Uhm… Let’s see… Tell me what’s the most important thing for you, coach” I tried to find a weak point, something that would allow me to get inside his brain or something. I still don’t know entirely how this works, but… I won’t lose by trying, right?

“Dude, whatcha doing? Need some help to make him a good jockboy or somethin’?” Gary asked, almost whispering. He seemed confused, and I don’t blame him. I don’t have any idea what I’m going for here.

“Sort of, yeah. Just wait there, may need you if he wakes up and things get ugly”

The coach opened his mouth to answer, in a slow monotone voice. “Most important thing for me… my career, of course.” His body seemed to come back to life, but he had a nice smile on his face, like he enjoyed talking about this. “I used to play football in the big leagues before, kiddo. Then I decided to move to coaching with my best bud, and here I am. Won a lot of championships, y’know?”

I looked to his hands and saw the championship rings once again, and on top of the desk I saw this whistle. All the stuff I could use around me suddenly seemed highlighted, and I felt like a videogame character trying to come up with a solution for his dilemma. This just got way more fun.

I grabbed the whistle from the desk. “That sounds awesome, coach! And hey, I see you are a bit tense. Why don’t you go back to that blank state you were in a few moments ago, okay? Do it now, feel yourself relaxing more… and more…”

The smile vanished once again, as he stared straight ahead. “Relax… more and more…” He mumbled.

“Good coach. Extend your hands towards me, okay?” He nodded, and did as told. “We’re going to do a relaxation exercise now. I’m going to take one of your rings at a time, and you are going to feel yourself dropping ten times deeper into this nice relaxing state you’re in, okay?”

He didn’t seem so fond of this idea anymore, but I didn’t care. I was getting him this time! He nodded, shakily.

“Nice. And once all the rings are off, you will be so relaxed that you won’t be able to resist anymore. Your desire to give in to my words will just be so strong, so good to just listening me talk, isn’t that right?”

“Yeah… Nice to hear you…” The shaking went down a bit, but he still was visibly nervous about all of this. Hopefully this’ll work…

I reached out and grabbed one of the championship rings. There were 5 in total. Huh, I guess the guy was the real deal as a coach before? I pulled one out. “Hey, you’ve got a handful of these. Are you really that good of a coach?”

The tension went down a bit more after that first ring was off. I left it at the desk as he spoke. “Yeah… Always push my teams… to the fuckin’ limit…” Oh, he likes to swear. Nice to know.

“I could see that, you could go a little easier on them, you know?” I said, reaching out for the second ring.

“Sure… Go a little easier…” He mumbled. This seemed to be working. He seemed pretty calm now, but there were three more to go!

I kept going as I admired the big man in front of me relaxing more and more as I kept taking his championship rings off. There was one left by now, and the shaking had already stopped fully. His face didn’t show any emotion, only the same blank stare from a few moments ago.

“As soon as I take this last ring, you will become my obedient slave. Always ready to follow my orders, but acting like your old self when I’m not around or in public. You got that?” My fingers were ready to slide the last one out of his hand, but I wanted this one to be the most important one, now that he wasn’t resisting anymore.

“Yes… Become your obedient… slave…” He droned once again. It all seemed so easy now, like all the worries that were haunting me a few moments ago suddenly vanished, and the nice feeling of control washed over, putting me in charge.

“Exactly. You will become my obedient slave, addressing me as your ‘Master’. Once this ring comes off, you’ll belong completely to me. Understood?”

[God, this sounds so awful… Was I really so bad before?]

“Yes… Master…” That was my cue, I pulled off the last ring and left it at the desk. Immediately after, I could tell all resistance was definitely gone from the guy. Coach Mark smiled dumbly, looking down at me now. “How may I serve you, master?”

Behind me, Garrett clapped in awe. “That was AMAZING, master!”

Not going to lie, I felt like I was on top of the world. Like I could do anything!

I jumped a bit as celebration, as Gary clapped his hands in awe. It felt like a huge weight off my shoulders knowing I just managed to enslave coach Mark, one of the most (if not THE most) dickhead persons in the entire town.

“Hey, what’s next now?” My partner in crime asked, and that was a good question. I did wonder what I should do now. My original plan, the one I thought about for like two minutes before almost panicking, was getting to the entire football team (minus Mike).

If I did get to them, what would I do? I can’t just make a whole team get naked in the middle of the field or the locker room, someone could walk in out of nowhere and the whole thing would get shut down. Hell, someone could walk in on us right now and wonder what is going on!

I looked at the dazed coach. “Do you have your office’s key?” Mark nodded lazily. “Great, pass them to Gary”. The coach reached out to the desk, grabbed a long cord with a few keys at the end and threw them to my jock partner.

Garrett grabbed them (Luckily, I didn’t intend to hurt him with that order) and headed to the door, locking it from the inside with the key.

Now, we could have some private fun!

“Take off your shirt, coach” I ordered, kind of impatiently. I knew he had a nice body, I could see it in his frame.

“Yes, master” The guy mumbled, not moving his face again as he started carrying my order. He really seemed so peaceful now. He reached out for his shirt and slowly pulled it upwards, as his muscular torso came to view.

“Heeeeey… I wanna play too!” Gary said, pulling my sleeves to get my attention from behind me. I turned around and tried to think. God, all this thinking ‘what to do when you have a pair of guys under control’ is going to drive me nuts in no time.

“Well, you can take off your shirt too and stand beside the coach here. How does that sound?”

He didn’t wait for me to finish, he just tried to take off his own tee as soon as possible (Which probably made him waste a bit more time), before moving to the coach’s side and beating his nice chest for a second like a gorilla. “Done, master!”

Gotta say it, he really seemed excited, maybe more than I was.

While Gary did that, coach Mark finished taking his shirt off and threw it on the floor. Now both controlled guys were standing next to each other, Mark still with a blank expression while Gary shifted his gaze between me and the slave beside him.

“Anything in your mind, Mark?” I asked, wondering why he wasn’t as lively as Gary was.

“Nothing, master. I want to be a good slave for you, waiting to carry out your orders to make you proud.” Woah, he really was a competitive asshole. Even when it comes to being enslaved, he seemed to want to be the best at being enslaved.

“I’d actually prefer if you acted more… alive, if you get what I mean. Like, still obedient and devoted to me, but maybe have a bit of your old personality shining through?”

He remained silent, before a little smile began forming on his face. “Yeah, master. Anything you want.”

While Mark did seem to have a bit more of personality now, he still stood like a soldier, probably still waiting for commands.

“Alriiiight… First order of today then!” The two guys seemed to listen carefully to what I said. “Turn to face each other and give your fellow slave-bro a good, nice make out.”

Gary seemed a bit disgusted at first, but the coach didn’t waste a second and grabbed his best player. Pulling him in for a kiss that the younger jock didn’t seem to enjoy, but still went with it.

Coach Mark was pretty much bigger than Gary. Mostly because of height thought, and muscle size, yeah. But coach Mark seemed a head taller than Gary or so, which made him look quite bigger than his student.

“C’mon guys, put a bit more into it! Oh, I know! Start feeling up each other’s bodies, that’ll do the trick.” I ordered, sounding quite confident. I liked this, I really liked it.

Gary started feeling up the older man’s abs, while his other hand wandered around his back. Meanwhile, coach Mark apparently wanted to touch as much as possible, having his hands roaming Gary with a sudden intent.

Nice thing both Gary and I are over 18, otherwise this would have been veeeery weird and inappropriate.

I walked around the desk in the meantime and sat on the coach’s chair. It was incredibly comfortable, like lying on a pillow while I watched two hunks make out in front of me.

Noticing the coach’s sunglasses on the desk, I reached out to them and checked them out. “Hey coach! Mind if I try these on?” I kind of didn’t care for his permission at this point, but I was curious to see his answer.

“Nah, master. Take whatever you want, everything I own is yours now-” Gary pulled him back into the kiss, interrupting the coach’s speech.

I chuckled, realizing they were actually tongue-wrestling for control of the kiss, and Garrett just tried a dirty trick to win the battle.

“Okay guys,” I started, leaving the glasses folded on the neck of my tee. “Enough making out for now, let’s move on to the next part now.”

They stopped as I walked over to them, before standing at attention again. “Get naked. And, uh… get hard, too?” I didn’t know if that last one was going to work, but judging by their bulges they weren’t really turned on by the action that just happened.

I did notice their bulges got a bit bigger after I gave them that order, and once the clothing was out of the way, I could see that they were fully hard.

The coach’s cock seemed small. (Not that I have a big one, by any means. But the big muscles made it seem quite small.) Although compared to Gary’s, they both seemed quite average, similar sizes. Huh, weird.

He wouldn’t be using it much today, though. “Now coach, get on all fours and lift that ass a bit. Gary, get behind him once he’s done.”

Mumbling the always nice to hear ‘Yes, master’, both guys obeyed the commands I just gave them. I was already fully hard too, the feeling of control I had over them was too much for me!

The coach got down to his hands and knees, looking up at me. “What now, master?” The older man asked, as I noticed Gary spitting on his hand and rubbing his cock with it. The jock knew what was coming now.

“Weeeell…” I didn’t know how to phrase it. How do you phrase ‘You are getting fucked by your best player’? “You are getting fucked by… none other than Garrett.”

The jock behind the coach was rubbing his hard cock, before he noticed what I was saying and bowed down like some kind of actor.

Mark gulped, realizing that this wouldn’t be as easy for him. “Will…” He sighed “Will it hurt, master?”

I didn’t want to be evil or anything. I mean, he totally deserved it, but I’m better than him! Or I wanted to be, at least!

I tried my best to make it sound like an order rather than a simple answer. “Not at all, in fact, you’ll love being fucked in the ass. Got it?”

Eyes glazing for a bit, he droned a short “Got it…”, before looking back at Gary. “Whenever you’re ready, kiddo”

“Should I shove it in, master?” Gary asked, now stroking. I gave him a nod, and just sat on the desk to enjoy the show. Gary didn’t hold back *at all*, the guy literally shoved his cock in one go and started fucking the coach.

Mark didn’t seem to mind at all, he gave one loud moan when the rough thrust, and then he seemed to try to get himself quiet. His face however showed that he was really enjoying the act.

Gary grabbed the coach by the sides and started going faster. I loved the nice sight, it was all so hot!

“Hey, bro!” Gary called me, and motioned with his head to come closer. “Why don’t you step in the action? I love fucking this ass… but maybe you can get your first blowjob or something. Just sayin’, though. Not ordering you around, you’re the master here.”

He had a point though. I didn’t step in during his encounter with Brent, maybe I could do something now.

I patted his back and nodded, before walking over to the coach’s face. Quickly, I dropped my pants and underwear, leaving my own hard cock free. I’m not a big guy, but maybe I’m on the average side? I don’t know.

“Coach, look at me and open your mouth nice and big...” I ordered, stroking my own cock as I watched how Garrett pounded the man’s ass. Coach Mark obeyed, moaning a soft ‘Yes, master’ as he got fucked by his player.

I slowly slid my cock inside of his mouth. “Suck it, and be careful with the teeth” I really hoped he didn’t break free of the mind control and, I don’t know, bite my cock or something. He started wiggling his tongue around, and it felt quite nice. Not outstanding like how he was having it with Garrett, but quite pleasing.

We remained like that, as I tried the hips thrust motion Gary was doing on the coach’s mouth. It really felt like a victory. Not only my former bully was there, doing what I said, but also the asshole coach that everyone hates!

It wasn’t even 10 minutes that I could feel some warm feeling going through my body, focusing on my dick. I was going to cum!

“Okay guys. When I cum, you’re going to cum too. Got it?”

“Yeah, master!” They answered at unison. Such good boys I had!

I kept thrusting, a bit faster this time, before I took it out and came in the coach’s face. He closed his eyes and mouth shut, probably trying to avoid the semen falling in. I knew I could have made him drink it, but as I came, it was like all my kinky energy just went away. I was pretty much out of ideas about what I should order them to do.

Darn, that’s depressing.

The coach and Gary didn’t disappoint though. As I ordered, they came the exact moment they saw cum coming from my cock, but Gary kept fucking the coach’s ass. “You both can stop that now, you did great.” I panted.

“Thanks, master” “I’m honored, master” Gary and Mark answered, respectively.

I sighed, trying to come up with what to do now. I looked at the coach and suddenly had a little idea. Reaching out for his neck, I grabbed his little chainlink necklace and undid the little lock, before putting it on myself. “You don’t mind if I do that, don’t you coach?”

“Not at all, master” Was his answer, he seemed calm and relaxed. It was weird to see coach Mark like that. Kind of nice, though. He was usually an enraged mess who always yelled.

I reached out to the desk and slid two of his championship rings on my fingers. “And if I do this, coach?”

“No, master. Everything I have is yours, because I want to be your good slave, master” It was both weird but kind of hot how he wanted to be the best even at being enslaved, but I don’t mind at all, like before.

“Ooookay,” I started, grabbing the other rings and placing them in my bag. “Let’s all get dressed up again, and get going home. We’ll meet up again. Would you like that guys?”

“Yeah, master” was their answer. I felt proud, already three slaves under? Awesome.

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Leaving the coach’s office and the locker room, Gary and I headed for the parking lot in complete silence. It was nighttime already, which made me wonder how much time we spent there. And how much time did I spend hiding under some bleachers.

“I had a lot of fun,” Gary broke the silence, smiling at me. “And you look nice with that stuff on, kinda cute. You’re like a mini-coach or something.” Not going to lie, it felt good.

But weird, this was still Garrett who was saying that to me, but it felt kind of warm.

“Huh, you really like it? I thought it was a bit dumb before…” I chuckled nervously, trying to strike a pose but it felt very embarrassing.

Gary laughed. “Yeah, I really like it. Gonna call you coach bro from now on!” We reached his car and he unlocked his doors. “So, what now?”

Assuming he was talking about what we were doing lately with the mind control stuff, I decided to answer what I had in mind so far. “I’ve got the coach now, so… Time for the team, I guess?” I really hope I can do some weird voice magic and get them all under control in one go. I will die if I have to go through them one by one, as I mentioned before.

He gave me a thumbs up. “Sounds like fun! It’s funny how the few times we’ve hung out to get a new slave-bro, I always end up fucking someone. It’s awesome!” Huh, he didn’t seem to mind he was fucking guys. Oh well, better for me. Leaves me more time to think about getting the team.

“Want me to take you home, right?” I nodded, before going around the car for the co-driver’s seat. Gary didn’t waste a moment either and got in, closing the door behind him.

Before turning the car on, he grabbed my face and pulled me in for a kiss. Unexpected, kind of nice, I decided to kiss back.

It was quite unexpected, and I decided to pull back after what seemed like forever, but it was actually 15 seconds. Huh, seemed like more.

Gary didn’t say a word, he just smiled at me. I nervously smiled back, not knowing what got into him all of a sudden. But hey, at least he’s not aggressive anymore!

The silence took over the car again as the jock drove me home. I was quite happy already, it had been a productive day.

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Present Pine’s POV

“So, that’s all for today- Oh, no no no. You didn’t fall asleep again, did you?” Mike was resting on my lap, eyes closed and apparently out like a light!

Don’t get me wrong, I would have loved to leave him there and just caress his hair or something to relax him more. But I wanted to go home!

Lucky for him, he opened his eyes before I started tickling him to move. “Not asleep! Just closed my eyes and started imagining the stuff. Man, that was some good stuff. How much do we have left?”

“Uh…” I looked at the laptop again, still thinking about what I would have done if he fell asleep. “Just another one, the team’s chapter”

“What?! Already the ending? Nooooo, gimme a second season Pineeeee…” He reached up and gave me a little smooch on the lips, before looking at me with puppy eyes. “Please?”

I snorted, shaking my head. “I can’t just… write more chapters, these are my memories! It’s not like I can make up fanfiction about myself. That’d be weird.”

A weird image of me mind controlling… Captain America came to my mind and made me chuckle.

“Yeah, that’s a good point.” He sat back up and stretched for a bit. I like when Mike realizes what he’s talking about. He calms down almost instantly. “Man, you got me all hard with that chapter. Gonna have to hide it somehow, my gym shorts don’t help at all.”

Oh, yeah. That would be a problem. “Well, uh… Get soft.”

Mike stared straight ahead for a few seconds, before answering a nice “Got it, done bruh. Still quite horny, but at least my buddy isn’t ratting me out, heheheh!”

I ruffled his hair and got up. He started talking about the points that interested him the most this time, but I was barely paying attention. I had another idea in mind.

Coach Mark isn’t going to return to Winston for the week, the school he works at is closed due to maintenance (Lots of old pipes that proved to be a danger, apparently.) so he was going to stay with Peter, his friend.

Maaaaaaybe he could stay over at my place after his shift is over… It would definitely be a nice surprise for Mike. I think. I hope so, because I really liked the idea now.

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Author’s note:

Sorry for the long wait! Darn, I actually wanted to publish this one at the same time I returned with Nate and Dave on Patreon, but didn’t manage to finish the new chapter in time and was so worried about it that I forgot to publish this one. Sorry again for the long wait!

Man, I just love the coaches. I usually pick a guy to give an image to my characters, and I just happened to pic two really big bodybuilders to play the coaches. It may or may have not influenced on how much they appear, but I can’t complain. I just love a big guy 😂

I’ll try to keep the weekly releases coming. Should be okay for this week, I have a new story planned instead of Nate and Dave. Something with superheroes, if everything goes well. Anyway, I’ll stop rambling now. You didn’t see anything 🤫

I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and thanks so much for reading!

Edit: For public demand, I discovered there was a keep reading feature and I’ll start using it from now on for my long chapters. <3

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Check in on my (not very realistic) wish list for episode 141

1. Blooming Grove Clay family reunion! Hugs and tears! Home-cooked meal and tea! Much needed relaxation and downtime after saving the world.

Ay that was a nice meal and a good night’s sleep.

2. Widogast’s Nascent Nein (9!) Sided Tower because Caleb still has a spell slot for that! So many cats and books. Also, rooms for Essek and Molly (9!). Bonus: seeing more rooms on the 8th floor of the tower?

Oof well thanks Trent now we don’t get to see the tower again, ever. I’m 100% sure that Essek will see his room during the Aeorian study fun times and Luc and Yeza will see their rooms in magical summer camp with professor Widogast though, so I’m happy.

3. Check in and visiting Allura to return her staff and Kima’s Holy Avenger (”hey we saved the world killed Lucien stopped the city Allura are you proud of us? You are? Tell us who is on the Tal’Dorei council.”)

They mentioned it, but they didn’t play it out, unfortunately. Alas, the members of the Tal’Dorei council shall forever remain a mystery.

4. Check in and visiting Yussa and Wensforth to apologize for their last visit to the Tidepeak Tower and using his emergency exit plan, but Yussa being too grateful to be saved from a screaming city hivemind to care.

Yep, thank you Caleb for remembering Yussa lol. Should have known that he would want to study the Happy Fun Ball... Wizards sharing knowledge, how nice! Also, Veth’s goodbye to Wensforth was very sweet.

5. Molly getting more and more of his memory back and slowly becoming his old flamboyant self.

I... wow I mean I guess Kingsley? This technically happened? He is going to become someone new, which is always exciting! He got a lot of... interesting memories back too. He is also interested in learning about Molly’s memory too, even though he is somebody else (and just as flamboyant).

6. Caleb says goodbye to Frumpkin and there is either a sweet farewell or Frumpkin just goes “nah fam I choose my wizard you can’t get rid of me”.

Aw Frumpkin didn’t feel ready to leave at first... :( The actual farewell was indeed short and sweet, I loved it.

7. Beau and Yasha moments, conversations, fun times, shameless PDA, or potentially fade to black because they deserve it.

Camping outside at night, aw. Their moment after the Zeenoth trial was very touching as well! “Yes, my love?” and “my Expositor” lol how romantic they are. They are planning to settle down and explore Yasha’s past together! Their honeymoon little trip! Also, “I will have you and then some” was indeed hot.

8. Jester and Fjord being domestic, adorable and sharing kisses/conversations or potentially fade to black because they deserve it.

The sleep snuggle was soo cute and Jester’s love admission was adorable! Also the rain and double confession wow Fjord what a romantic man. Their conversation in Nicodranas was sooo cute guys. They planned boat trips!

9. Caleb and Essek have a long one-on-one conversation about their “it’s complicated” relationship and have some more physical contact (still reeling from the forehead touch last episode).

Caleb attempting to include Essek in the globe of invulnerability and Essek dragging Caleb away from melee combat aw. The kiss on the cheek and the empathetic hug... I will take the time travel conversation as well.

10. Veth, Yeza and Luc’s joyful/tearful family reunion and happy fun times in which Veth and Yeza may or may not celebrate in private.

Aw that was a nice reunion, so very cute. Veth gets to fully return home to her family after saying goodbye! I’m going to assume that she celebrates her return with Yeza in private.

11. Cad’s moments with his family and also with Molly (because it’s fun to watch them on screen together and conversing let’s be real).

Caduceus gets to be with his family now, enjoying life at the blooming grove! He deserves the relaxation!

12. Jester’s reunion with her mother with big hugs and finding out that parent trap TM has succeeded thanks to her genius plans. Also, the gentleman being a super awkward but loving dad.

Yes I knew it would work! The gentleman is a nervous drinker confirmed lol. The mother-daughter talk was very nice and a great reminder!

13. The Mighty Nein plans for the future: getting rid of Cloven Crystal, Fjord visiting Vandran (with Jester probably, who discusses Tusk Love with him) and maybe Sabian? Yasha’s plan to bring flower to Zuala (trip with Beau?). Beau’s plans regarding Zeenoth’s trial (has that happend yet? Does she want to go?) and Caleb’s plans for the assembly (or even further ahead, magical school? Aeorian research with Kryn Colleague? How pissed is Ludinus Da’leth?)

Well, the empire siblings sure started a task force against the assembly huh. Also yeah Caleb you tell him, F**k your vacancy Martinet Ludinus Da’leth! Professor Caleb will teach Luc. Astrid would be more interested in the position anyways. Fjord got to visit Vandran with Jester and got him to join their sailing adventures! Jester also talks about Tusk Love with him wow. Beau testified against Zeenoth with Yasha by her side! Yasha gave flowers to Zuala on a trip with Beau! Caleb and Essek got to do their Aeorian research study! Fjord’s cloven crystal adventure was also addressed! I’m so good at predictions you guys I KID YOU NOT I predicted everything.

14. Getting an update about Astrid and Eadwulf to find out that they are in fact doing fine because Trent is in deep trouble and under heavy investigation by the Augen Trust and Cobalt Soul (bonus: Trent is already starting to get what he deserves. Or even better, Trent has died from liver failure in jail. Like his jaundice really kept getting worse so one can hope I guess?)

F**k you Trent, you just had to show up and ruin everything didn’t you. Well, Astrid and Eadwulf are fne now, and Trent IS in deep trouble and rotting in jail. Still hoping that he will die from liver failure after like, a few years.

15. Fjord officially “meeting the parents” and Gentleman/Marion giving Fjord the shovel talk because that didn’t happen last time.

Aw he didn’t go with! But the gentleman did talk about Fjord anyways lol and gave her some sound advice.

16. Wedding mentions/discussions? Proposals? Anyone? No?

Well Jester proposed to marry... her parents? Lol did not see that one coming. Veth and Yeza renewing vows yes! It was a nice suggestion.

17. Artagan/sprinkle joins in the celebration because why not (bonus: Sprinkle gets to be free! Or whatever an undead weasel could be lmao)

Artagan and Jester’s conversation was very nice development for them. Sprinkle gets to stay forever, unfortunately for Sprinkle lol.

18. Obligatory wish for Essek’s fancy dunamancy or magical items (like I know we will never see dark star probably but I live for spell casting flavours).

Essek’s hold person on Trent was clutch, “stay down”, what a king. The tether essence, lightning bolt and gravity sinkhole were all wonderful. Still sad about the dark star never being seen though.

19. Obligatory wish for the polymorph spell (look, I just love it okay).

Hey, Jester threatened Astrid with it! Polymorph mention wins! Fjord was sad about the potential choice of turning her into a turtle but it would have been funny.

20. Obligatory wish for Caleb to use more fire/customized/dunamantic spells creatively or with nice flair (what’s sexier than wizards NOTHING).

What’s sexier than counterspells and dispel magic NOTHING. Also hey, the manacles of stasis worked!

21. Discussion about Essek’s future because oh boy can he even go back to the Dynasty? Have they found him out yet? If they did, how mad is the Bright Queen? Are Volstruckers too busy to chase him down? We need to know!

Oh man I mean Essek found a way to live freely at least! With a lot of illusions and identities, of course. He also got to stay in contact with the M9! I think he may show up in campaign 3!

22. Group hug! Group feast! Group cheer! I dunno, just do group stuff. They are the Mighty Nein, they are the Mighty Nine, they saved the world!

A lot of group hugs and feasts! I especially loved the hug when they said goodbye to Essek.

23. Visiting/checking in with other NPCs or allies potentially! Like Kiri, Calianna, Twiggy, Keg, Shakasta, Bryce, Dagen oh also the Hag (I’m kidding).

They checked in with Orly! Not these allies but you know, Orly is awesome.

24. Obligatory wish for everyone (the Nein, their friends/families) to get a happy ending that gives me a feeling of satisfaction and fulfillment, and that the episode/campaign ends with a poetically beautiful scene!

Yes, it was a very poetic and very beautiful story indeed

I love the Mighty Nein/Nine, I love the cast. I’m so grateful for their story in my life. Words are not enough to describe my thankfulness for being able to go on this journey with them.

Now excuse me I just need to go sob in a corner.

My score: 19/24

Seriously though check out #13 I’m proud of that one

Other Highlights:

Caleb hit 100 HP OMG I too am proud of him.

Well I didn’t expect the boss fight but I’m glad we are getting one?

Caleb’s produce flame was used by Veth on Fluffernutter, nice!

The Veth + Beau putting collar combo was the coolest thing I’ve ever seen, also there is something poetic about Caleb relying entirely on his friends and Astrid to carry out the collar tactic on Trent.

The forced empathy commands by Cad lmao wow angry Cad is scary, too bad Trent didn’t have any.

Veth’s silent image... Caleb disintegrating and burning everything in the T-dock... Caleb’s book for his parents... Professor Widogast... Excuse me I’m going to cry now.

#cr spoilers #c2e141 #critical role #critical role spoilers #cr liveblog #manifest list #the mighty nein

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helahades · 4 years

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Can’t Give You Love

(Steve Rogers x Black!Fem!Reader)

A/N: ***Important*** This story has strong noncon concepts, and delusional thoughts from Steve, who is the aggressor. None of these things are okay irl, and because of the sensitive nature of these concepts, warnings are below the cut.

This is my entry to @darkficsyouneveraskedfor’s recent challenge. ♥️♥️♥️My prompt: (#21) Character A meets Character B at a nightclub. Character A wants a one night stand but Character B wants more.

Summary: You take Steve home after a night out, celebrating your graduation. You fall asleep. Steve decides he hasn’t had enough.

Warnings: Smut. NSFW. Somnophilia, Delusional Steve. Justification of terrible thoughts via Steve’s POV. Mentions of blood and violence. Steve pretending to be a good guy.

Word Count: about 3.1k

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Steve’s favorite part of the night is the beginning. Club goers come in all shapes and sizes, in all levels of modesty. To be in a world of such varied and unburdened interactions reminds him of the true simplicity at civilian level. Makes him feel almost human. Despite all his moral dilemmas, he is still a man though, and he isn’t just here to be thoughtful. He likes to look, and he’s he’s delighted when his eyes find you.

Watching you from the bar, he couldn’t keep his eyes away from the way you constantly pulled down the skirt of your curve hugging dress, the way you adjusted your “Congrats Grad!” pin like it would spear you to death right there on the dance floor, the way you would go to dance, swinging your hips each way like no one was watching. It excites him watching you, because you keep throwing tells that you’ve never done this before, that this isn’t your scene. For a while, he had been bored with that, but you’re not just a shy lamb, there’s something else.

Your laugh is uninhibited, and there’s a starter spark threatening to flame behind your eyes, dare any man get too touchy with you or your friends. Steve loves a protector.

When you approach the bar, it’s hardly for your first drink, but there are no indicators in your demeanor. He only knows because he’s been watching you all night.

You’re there for a moment, watching the workings behind the bar before turning to him.

“So,” you giggle, flame coming to life, “come here often?”

He’s hooked.

“Not at all actually. This isn’t really my scene.” A lie. He fidgets with his drink as a special touch.

Your eyes soften, empathetically and imperceptibly to anyone who wasn’t analyzing the fine details.

“To be honest… it’s not really mine either. Think I’d rather celebrate graduating by sleeping—But anyway, why’d you come out tonight if it’s… not your scene?”

You’re fully engaged. It seems that you love the game of conversation.

“The truth is… long winded.”

“Well,” you say softly as possible, still wanting to be heard over the pulsing of the bass, “I’m pretty tired of dancing, so you’d be doing me a favor giving me a reason to stay.”

You pull up a stool and prop your head on one arm.

With a soft chuckle, Steve continues.

“I guess…I had been looking for love. For… the one, yknow? And I didn’t realize until tonight that it’s not gonna happen.”

“What changed tonight?”

Your drink arrives.

“It’s nothing about tonight in particular, tonight’s just a night—but I’m sorry. You’re here to have a good time,” he finishes, scooting away just a bit as he does so. A test.

Your brow furrows and you think a bit before closing the gap. Smart girl. But he’s got you.

“I’d have a better time, literally anywhere else,” you giggle again, shifting and sitting up to sip your drink. Seeming to realize what you implied, you gather the boldness to finish it.

“So… do you wanna get out of here?”

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You decide to drive, saying you only had that sip to drink. Steve says he believes you. He doesn't really mind anyway, and he can’t tell you he knows a different truth, lest he reveal himself.

Watching you as you talk as your minidress rides up your thighs, he realizes upon arrival that he can’t remember whether the drive was long. Sloppy of him.

You park the car and shift in your seat.

“I really want to kiss you—what was it?”

“Steve.”

“Steve,” you repeat, sitting back in the driver's seat.

“God I want to kiss you. I can’t show you love,” you taunt gently, in a comfortable way like you’ve known him forever, “but I can make you feel really good,” your voice finishes sweetly.

He feels his cock swell, and in that moment, a large warm hand is cradling your jaw and pulling you close for a sugary, tequila spiked kiss. His lips are plump, warm, now wet as you run your tongue over his bottom one.

From between your legs, heat rises all the way to your chest, and you break away to fumble for your house key.

As Steve sits, collecting air while you fumble with your pineapple keyring, he tries to recall, but he knows he’s never tasted anyone so sweet. You’re warm like muffins fresh out of the oven. You have just enough fight to convince yourself you’re hard to get, and that makes him dizzy.

He tries not to think about the fact that you’re already wet. Because he’s a gentleman. Always a gentleman first. Always the golden boy. Since retiring, he knows his role isn't what it used to be. Sam holds the shield with ease, and honestly, Steve had never pictured life without that shield and moniker before going on the run. When he was on the run, he was living from one moment to the next. Between here and there, he was never really thinking about his own wants, what would make HIM feel alive.

He’s living a different life, though, because now he can. He’s got all the time in the world. After too long of fighting some new cosmic force, of each threat being crazier than the last, he wants the old school life. That sentiment is one he had thought had left, and he wants to taste with you in case it does again.

Seeing your dress ride up your thighs tonight, he thinks of how his flannel might do the same while you cook him breakfast. But he would be right beside you helping, and you wouldn’t look as out of place as you did in that club, because secretly, domesticity with him is what you’re made for.

He’s no fool. He knows you don’t see it yet. But tonight he will bring you to the edge again and again before pulling you into a world of pleasure you’ve never known. And then you’ll know.

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As he curves his hips up to meet yours, the squelching sounds your pussy makes are obscene. The ones from your mouth are even sexier, and it makes this all seem like a lucid dream. You’re riding him, and he’s...encouraging you by taking control from where he lies. You love it. He’s a gentleman, so he won’t be any rougher.

You say you like it rough, but you’ve never had rough from him. That’s a test for a later time. He doesn’t want to scare you.

“Ooh yea—Steve, please! Right there—like that, don’t stop!”

He doesn’t. He won’t. You don’t need to beg, but he loves it when you do.

Your thighs shake, your mouth falls open in that cute way it does, and you fall forward, catching your hands on his chest. You seem to be in love with the hair there, and everywhere on him. Something about that appeals to a monster in him he doesn’t address.

You wince when you finally dismount, pulling yourself off his incredible length, and looking down for the millionth time to check if the condom is still there, before he discards it. He tries not to roll his eyes as he comes back to lie with you. It’s ridiculous, really. You’re his now, there’s no need for this barrier. He holds the monster back that gives him thoughts of you round with his child.

You plop on the bed next to him and shuffle under the sheets.

“That was sooo good. Thank you. I’m so glad you’re not some creep,” and you giggle it like you do.

Scratching softly at his beard, your eyes close sleepily.

“You can let yourself out. I trust you.”

Hm. Of course you do. You’re his and he is yours. It’s already that easy.

He can’t understand why you want him to leave though, and as you drift off, he wonders if you noticed that he hasn’t shifted from his spot.

The crickets are chirping happily with the night, and after a few seconds, your sprinklers turn on. He thinks about kissing you goodnight, eating dinner together, cleaning the pool while you braid your hair.

Cool and light, fan turned air swirls over him as his back moulds into the mattress. It’s too soft, and somehow he's feeling a little too warm, but maybe that’s what new beginnings do.

Scratching his neck, he sighs at the ceiling before trailing his hand lower...lower… under the sheets, and down to squeeze his cock. It’s still damp with the wetness of you, and he gives it one more slow squeeze. There’s excitement there lingering, and he knows he hasn’t had enough yet.

He could jerk off right here next to you. You’re asleep and you would never know. Maybe he could even cum on your naked stomach, rub it in a bit. Maybe he could cum in your mouth. He tries to blink that thought away. But his cum would look so nice on your pretty skin, or even…

Inside you.

He can’t. You’re asleep. He’s already had you once. He should be sated. All of a sudden, he remembers asking about your New York license plate. He remembers you saying you’d lived there for years before coming out here. And it’s easy for him to conclude that he’s saved you. At least once.

For every threat that plagued New York while he was an Avenger, you’re alive and snoring softly next to him, and that has to be fate. He may not be a hero now, but he was once, and that counts for something right? And he saved your life, at least indirectly. And he can’t ignore your soft breaths pushing past your plump lips, and the way you face him in your sleep like he’s your lover. He’d only be taking what he’s owed. It’s the least he can accept in return for your life.

Tentatively, he shifts and lifts an arm and gently strokes your bottom lip with a thumb. Pushing it just past where your mouth is slightly open, and behind your teeth to push gently on your tongue. The wetness of it is arousing enough, but he pushes further back, and feels your throat constrict in a gag, wetness moving around him pushing his finger to the roof of your mouth.

Then, you’re pulling your head back, gentle discomfort clouding your sleeping features. A pause. And with a rolling slow stretch, you’re lying on your back, legs spread. It’s practically an invitation.

Moving over you, he winces at the way the rubbing sound of his skin on the sheets sounds like an earthquake in the quietness of your room. Propping himself up, covering you like shade, he's aware of the shape of your body’s heat pressed up against such a large surface area of him, and it stirs something deep and dormant. He can practically feel the blood rush to his cock again.

He pushes your thighs further apart with his own, and notes the smoothness of your skin against his, which is hairier. (He abandoned shaving entirely once he dropped the life of being an international symbol. It’s the small protests.)

A choked groan escapes him as he rubs the tip of his cock over your clothed clit, and his breath blows a couple hairs against your forehead.

He pauses.

He hears your fan slicing through the high air.

He hears your refrigerator make a shifting sound as the ice machine starts in the distance.

Most importantly, he hears your breath, still coming even. He chances another rub, pleasure shooting through him like lighting.

Something about both being so close to you again, but also the thought of getting caught in this compromising position has his body alive.

It’s the way he would feel in fights as his younger self, when being a hero was new, and he didn’t know where the next attack would come from. Before violence turned to muscle memory.

Steve decides you’re much prettier than violence, and he likes the wetness of your cunt, of your tongue swirling, much better than the feel of blood streaming over his hands. He lives for this, and the chance of having you while you’re sleeping is a new thrill.

He doesn’t want to take too long really, and he’s not proud of it, but he moves slowly, and pulls his knife from his pants on the floor, inches down your body, and slices your panties open with the blade.

The sound of the fabric ripping is new. Taboo. And he’s harder than before, excitement squeezing his chest. He pauses there for a moment, eye level with your cunt, noticing the slight glisten, noticing flower like curves, remembering how you feel inside.

Scooting a pillow out of the way, he straightens up and sits back on his calves, appreciating you fully. Then, he’s closer, quicker, less careful, as his hands land just over the bend of your knees to turn your thighs out, opening you up to him, then pushing your legs further apart.

It’s really not the time, but he thinks about his life before the serum. On the days when all he could do was sit in bed, draw—but most importantly—think, he would think about a wife. His brain would tease him with fantasies about things he thought he could never have. He would think about being stronger, able to make love to his girl the right way.

He won’t waste his chance now. Coming back up and positioning himself over you once more, he grips the base of his cock and bites his lip, tapping it a couple times on your sensitive pussy.

He freezes when you shift your hips.

A moment.

A breath.

Then the head of his cock breaches your walls and the rest of him follows. You’re not as wet as you were when he first had you, but that can be remedied. It makes the squeeze feel tighter, the moment feel longer. He’s kissing on your neck now, slowly pulling all the way out, before pushing deep back in, relishing in this unbearably and oddly pleasurable friction.

Your breathing quickens, somehow still even, and he needs to be closer. Rolling his hips into you, he’s right against you, damn near balls deep, and he doesn’t know if he’ll last, hearing all your sleeping whines.

He’s obsessed with how your breasts bounce. Your nipples are hardened by the cold, and this stimulation, and they draw small circles in the air with each thrust. His eyes flicker to your face one last time, and as a wave of pleasure rolls through him, his monster deciding he’s done being a gentleman.

With another thrust, and a softly choked groan into the silent night, a wave of your slick is rushing around him, and the sounds drive him crazy. Over and over, he thrusts into you. Gentleness gone, along with his cool reservation of the sounds of his pleasure, he’s damn near growling now, hooked on having you this way.

He adjusts himself, wanting to see the exact motions that are moving you up the bed, that have you whining, your sounds losing their softness. Each time he plunges into you he shudders. The wetness of you, the way he’s using you, the way he can take what he pleases, and the thought you’ll maybe only know because of the soreness.

He slows, cock pulsing, for gentler thrusts. Not for you, but for the artists details. He canvases the soft ridges inside you that have him like a vice grip. Takes the time to note the sharp, raw scent of you mixing with him.

Sitting up and back, he pulls you by the hips from where you lie, your ass lifting off the mattress, and your upper body still unresistant to his manipulations. He has a better view of you now, rubbing the head of his cock over your clit, around your entrance, tapping it on your mound to tease himself. He’s rewarded with another gush of wetness, and it runs down his cock, down his balls, into your sheets, and as he pulls you onto his length again, he growls when he catches the scent swirling through the air.

You’re so fucking pretty like this. He can’t believe he’s never had anyone this way. Then, he realizes, it’s special. For just the two of you, as lovers.

He feels a tug. A throb in the base of his cock then upwards as pleasure overtakes him. He chuckles wickedly, and that cuts off in a hedonistic moan as he knows you won’t be able to stop him. He hears you try to tease that he’s not ready for kids, hears the edge of fear in your voice from before. You don’t do this all the time, and it’d be terrible for a stranger to impregnate you.

But Steve is different. He’s not a stranger. He’s the one for you. You just don’t know it yet. He fucks into you angrier, ignoring how he's overstimulated, how your pussy is puffy and raw, remembers how you told him to let himself out. It would be another joke to laugh to had you not meant it. He just has to feel you. Has to see you take his cum like you were meant to. It’s not his fault. It would have been easier, more gentlemanly had you let him while you were awake.

He’s only a man, really, he has to take what he wants. The feeling swells in his balls again, the pressure of coming release running up his shaft, and his cock feels even harder somehow.

Rushing through him as his thrusts get weaker and he leans more weight on you, the bliss of your wetness squeezing and tugging him involuntarily is indescribable.

He gasps, filling the whole of his lungs, curving his hips into you with short, desperate stutters, stronger pressure pushing up the base of his cock, before finally releasing into you with a deep groan. The new loose feeling, this mess, has him seeing stars.

Steve can’t help but to pause, not because you’re waking up, but because he’s feeling his cum take form wherever it can fit around his cock thats pulsing inside your pussy that’s throbbing too. What can’t fit spills out of you, dripping and smearing, and in his post orgasm haze, he slowly fucks it back in. He pushes it in deep with a wicked moan, thighs shaking in pleasure.

It’s done.

And when the clouds leave your eyes, and you’re really awake as he pulls out of you, flinching at your own sensitivity, your eyes widen in horror as a hand flies between your legs, still processing what he’s done.

And because he’s a gentleman, he has to ask.

“What’s wrong, lover?”

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mafia-nct · 4 years

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For _____ Or Worse (Part 1)

Genre: Mafia!AU, Mafia Boss Taeyong, Fluff, Angst Warnings: Suggestive content, Swearing, Mentions of drugs and alcohol, Mentions of illegal racing and fighting. Word Count: 5.5.k Description: Who would’ve thought that a night with, what you thought was, a handsome stranger would change your life forever.

Part 1/ Part 2/ Part 3/ Epilogue

Y/N POV

Flashing lights, loud music and alcohol.

All of the variables needed for a perfect Friday night with your friends. After the week you had, a night to let loose was exactly what you craved. You could’ve settled for any club, as long as there was booze and music, but somehow your friends, and also roommates - Ki and Ru, convinced you that the only club that could fix your mood was the Night Night Club.

Night Night Club was famous for good - and for not so good reasons. It was rumoured to be managed by the country’s biggest mafia. The type that would skin you alive if you made a wrong move. Some said that it was the best club they’ve ever been to. Therefore, ruining every other club for them. Some said there was always something shady happening on the second floor in the VIP rooms. For some, the atmosphere was one of the best. Which is why they recommended Night Night to everyone they met. One of the biggest rumours was that the owner, a man who looked like an innocent child, would beat up random men behind the club for fun.

However, since you’ve entered the club you’ve only experienced the good rumours. The club’s decor looked like it came out of an interior design tv show, the bartenders were diligent and the DJ didn’t suck. You and your friends were dancing like there was no tomorrow. Enjoying yourselves, laughing and drinking, when a tap on your shoulder made you turn around.

A man, around your age, stood there. He had dark red hair styled out of his forehead, big brown child-like eyes that contrasted with his eyebrow slit. He was handsome, stupidly handsome, the kind that belonged in Vogue.

“Sorry to disturb you,” he smirked, “I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful you are and was wondering if you’d want to dance with me.”

He wasn’t the biggest guy. He was, actually, quite skinny. He didn’t look like much, but he had this aura. A powerful aura, like he owned the place.

“I would love to!” You answered with a smile. He offered you his hand and led you to the middle of the dance floor.

It was innocent really. His hands on your waist, yours on his shoulders swaying to the music. However, drinking always made you a little more daring. And as the alcohol kicked in, your hands wandered across his body as your dancing became sexier. Smirking the red haired man spun you around and pressed you against his chest. Your hands now in his hair tugging lightly as his head dipped in the crook of your neck to kiss, suck and bite every part of it. You couldn’t help but moan. You felt him smile as his hands roamed your body. Your thighs, your waist, your breasts: everywhere; his hands were everywhere.

As you grinded on him, you could feel him getting more and more bothered. It was intoxicating. His touch was like fire and you wanted more, so much more.

“Wanna get out of here?” He whispered in your ear before lightly biting your earlobe.

You turned your head and kissed his jaw. “I would love to.”

“Perfect, I’ll wait for you at the door.”

He slapped your butt making you turn fully towards him. He bit his lower lip and winked at you before leaving to, probably, find his friends. Something that you should also be doing.

Looking around, you found your friends exactly where you left them.

“Hey, having fun with red hair guy?” Asked Ki wiggling her eyebrows.

“Yes, and him and I are going to leave the club to have some more fun. So don’t worry about me.”

“Ok,” answered Ru putting her drink down on the table in front of her, “are you sure?”

“Oh yes.” You smiled grabbing your stuff. “A night with a guy as hot as he is happens once in a lifetime.”

Ki laughed. “Alright, have fun. Call us if there’s anything.”

You winked at them before leaving for the front door where tonight’s fun was waiting.

As soon as you entered his apartment, he slammed you against his front door pressing his lips to yours. Everything about him was addicting. His kisses left you wanting more and his touch had your legs feeling like jelly. He left your lips and traveled down your jaw to your neck. And when he found the spot that had you throwing your head back in pleasure, he stayed there sucking and biting while one of his hands raised your leg to his hips to press himself into you.

Once he was done with your neck, he raised his head gaining your attention. “Before we go any further, I need to know if you want this?” His breath was heavy as he whispered. Staring in his eyes, seeing care and honesty, your heart fluttered.

You placed a hand on his cheek. “Yes, I want it.”

His smile reached his eyes. “Alright, well let’s get this started baby girl.” He said before crashing his lips on yours leading you to his bedroom.

Everything was so soft, way softer than what you remembered your bed to be. You slowly opened your eyes only to close them immediately, the sun piercing through the blinds giving you a headache. Did you really drink that much last night? You took a deep breath before opening your eyes again. They landed on the bedside table where a glass of water and a bottle of Advils were placed. You sat up finally getting a good look at your surroundings.

Not recognizing anything, you scratched your head. “Where the hell am I?”

That’s when it hit you, that’s when you remembered everything. You slept with that red haired guy. And from the look of his room not only was he handsome; he was, also, loaded. Silk sheets on a king size bed, a floor to ceiling window. In front of you, a little corridor that led to what looked like an en-suite bathroom and on each side of that corridor - two walk-in closets. Who was he?

Deciding that overthinking the situation was a bad idea, you went on a scavenger hunt for your clothes. Your underwear were next to the bed, your skirt at the entrance of one walk-in and your top by the door. Putting everything on, you felt uncomfortable your outfit was too revealing. It was nice for a night out, but for a walk in broad daylight it was too much. Sadly, the only option available was to steal, no not steal, borrow one of the red haired man’s shirts. Even though you were going to bring his shirt back, you needed something drab. Something he’ll never notice was missing from his wardrobe. Stepping inside one walk-in, your jaw dropped. Gucci, Valentino, Burberry, Versace, Tom Ford and so much more lined the walls. Suits, fancy jackets, shirts, pants, dress shoes and even a drawer full of expensive jewellery; this was definitely not the closet you needed.

“Alright,” you said taking a step back, “maybe the other walk-in.”

This time, you made sure to look inside before stepping in. T-shirts, jeans, cargo pants, hoodies; this was the closet for you. Going through his shirts, you were met with the same exact brands as the other walk-in. You let out a frustrated sigh. Did he not own anything that was under 500$? Crossing your arms over your chest, you looked around. If you were loaded, where would you put your normal people’s clothes? Bottom drawer. That’s where you’d hide them. You crouched down, opened the drawer and saw your saving grace; a grey shirt that, after thorough inspection, had no branding. You put it on, and felt much better.

Now, all you needed to do was leave this place and pray to every Gods that you wouldn’t cross anyone.

You opened the bedroom door, slowly, making sure to not make a single noise and tiptoed out of the room. You had your eyes on your feet to make sure you placed them softly on the mahogany floor. And hoped you were making your way towards, what you thought was, the front door.

“Alright, is everyone here? Stop moving I’ll count you.”

You froze. You knew that voice. You heard it all night long.

You raised your head. The sight in front of you had your breath getting stuck in your throat. In the living room, were at least twelve men. Most of them were standing blocking you from seeing the red haired guy that you were sure had their attention. Most of them had tattoos on: the back of their necks; arms; shoulders; legs - but one of them stood out. He looked younger than the men surrounding him and had a bullet tattooed on the side of his neck. Who gets a tattoo on their neck? Especially a bullet tattoo.

You took a deep breath, none of them were looking in your direction. A small blessing. The front door was right there, a couple of feet away. You could do it. All you needed to do was cross the hallway in a perfect diagonal and you’d be out of there. Placing your feet on the floor slower than before and keeping your eyes on the group of men you made your way towards freedom.

In your mind, keeping your eyes on them was a foolproof idea. It allowed you to make sure their attention wasn’t on you while you escaped. What you failed to realize was, that people who walk without looking in front of them tend to bump into things. And that’s exactly what happened. Missing the threshold of the entryway by a couple of inches, you crashed, face first, into a wall. Instinctively, your hands went to your forehead.

“Are you ok?” Asked the one voice you didn’t want to hear.

Removing your hands from your face, you looked up. The sea of men parted, giving you a perfect view of the red haired man. He had an amused look on his face; obviously trying not to laugh. Peaking out of his shirt’s collar, blossomed the reds and purples of the marks you left behind. Your eyes scanned the room. They were way more than twelve.

“I am.” You answered embarrassment thick in your voice. You hesitated trying to find something somewhat intelligent to say. “I’ll just go” You pointed at the door for emphasis. “It was fun. Have a good life.” You didn’t wait for an answer. As soon as the words left your mouth, you rushed to the entryway to grab your shoes and bag, not even bothering to put them on, before leaving the red haired man’s apartment.

TAEYONG’S POV

The front door closed with a click.

“Hey boss, was she wearing your shirt?” Asked Johnny pointing at the front door where his night fun had just left.

“Yeah she was.” He answered, a smile on his lips.

“Was it expensive?” Continued Kun. “Like the other girl who left with an Yves Saint-Laurent shirt worth six hundred dollars.” Raising his voice to put emphasis on dollars.

Taeyong shook his head. “No, I bought it for ten bucks.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “Alright people, Friday nights are our biggest nights; debrief me.”

Taeil went first. “Races went well. Lucas and I won. The prize money is at the mansion.”

“Same thing for me,” continued Jeno, “the guy was so weak it only took one round and he was out.”

“Haechan and I made double than what we made last week!” Smiled Hendery despite the bags under his eyes. He high-fived Haechan.

Taeyong raised his eyebrows in confusion.

“The guy was an idiot and desperate.” Smirked Haechan. “Getting him to double the money wasn’t hard.”

Taeyong turned his head towards Jaehyun and Jungwoo. Being in charge of the brothel, bar and club, they’re usually the ones bringing the most money on Friday nights.

“Everything went well at the brothel.” Started Jaehyun passing his hand in his hair. Probably trying to fix the result of the two hours of sleep he got. “More people on Friday nights, bodyguards had to break a couple of fights and bouncer caught minors, but other than that normal.”

Taeyong nodded and looked at Jungwoo. He had bloodshot eyes and his hair was all over the place. He was still wearing the same clothes Taeyong remembered seeing him in at the club. It was clear that, contrary to the rest of the room, he didn’t get to sleep yet.

“First of all, I’m convinced that there’s more people when everyone,” he said pointing at the network, “is at the club.” He looked back at his boss. “I blew last week’s numbers last night.” Taeyong smiled. “I left Ten in charge of the bar and we agreed to have Yangyang, Renjun, Chenle and Jisung make drug runs in the bar and the club.”

Ten nodded in agreement. “The bar was full as always. Nothing out of the ordinary.” He looked at Yangyang and Renjun. Taeyong’s eyes followed his.

“We didn’t sell much.” Mumbled Renjun

“Mostly weed.” Completed Yangyang

The boss nodded. “And how did it go for you, Chen and Ji.” He said setting his eyes on the younger members who were sitting on the floor.

“We sold so much!” Exclaimed Jisung.

“Yeah,” continued Chenle, “and we sold everything from weed to ecstasy. People in clubs are desperate.”

“Alright,” Taeyong smiled clapping his hands together, “good job everyone. Keep up the good work and go to sleep. I expect you at the mansion by 2PM!”

Y/N POV

“You said what?!” Laughed Ki

You lowered your head looking at your feet. “I said: ‘Have a good life.’”

Ki feel of the sofa, laughing.

Ru bit her lower lip clearly trying not to laugh herself.

Your awkward escape had Ki crying of laughter since the moment you explained the entire thing to her and Ru.

“Let’s forget that part,” said Ru saving you from the embarrassment of explaining how you: bumped into a wall which ruined your escape only to tell your one-night stand to have a good life - for a third time. “And let’s get to the good details. Number one, was it good? Second, who is he?”

“From what I remember, yes he was good. He definitely knows what he’s doing. For the second point, fun fact, I didn’t ask for his name.”

Ki stopped laughing. She sat up and looked at you with a serious look on her face. “Wait, time out. You’re telling me that you slept with, what looks like, one of Asia’s crazy rich bachelors, took one of his shirts and didn’t even ask for his name!”

You awkwardly smiled at her.

“Did you, at least, leave your number?” Asked Ru.

You shook your head no.

“You’re an idiot!” Laughed Ki

“Hey!” You yelled back.

Climbing the stairs to the entrance of the red haired man’s building, you looked up. The living complex was huge, way bigger than yours. It was so tall it merged with sky. And from what you remembered, it was pretty fancy too. Almost putting to shame the red haired man’s place. Almost. Throwing the glass door of the building open, you made your way towards the front desk.

“Hi, can I help you?” Asked the woman sitting at the front desk.

“Yes, I was wondering if there’s a way for me to give this,” you raised the shirt in front of you, “to a guy who lives here.”

The woman lifted her eyebrows. “Of course, but I’ll need a name. A lot of men live in this building.”

“Ok, well, I don’t know his name, but I can describe him.” You rambled; the woman nodded encouraging you to go on. “He has red hair like dark red. Kind of skinny, but not really. He has tattoos, although I’m not sure you’ve seen them. He kind of looks like he owns the place wherever he goes. Also,-”

“I hope you’re not talking about me.”

You jumped, the voice startling you. “Oh my god, don’t you know not to sneak up on people?” You turned around ready to scold whoever decided to scare you. Looking up at him, your eyes bulged out of your head. “You.”

The red haired man smirked. “Yeah, it’s me. Might I ask, why are you here?”

You handed him the shirt. “I came to give you this back. Sorry I took it without asking.”

He snorted taking the piece of clothing from you, his eyes not leaving it. “You’re not the first girl who leaves with one of my shirts. But, you’re the first one who brings it back. Thank you!”

As he looked back up to stare at you, you tried to avoid his eyes by looking around. This was already awkward; there was no need to make it worse by staring at each other in silence.

The lobby was more luxurious than you remembered. Black marble floors, white walls, leather chairs and sofas and gold accents everywhere.

The red haired man clapped his hands, gaining back your attention. “Are you doing anything for diner?”

“I don’t even know your name and you want to take me out?” You asked smirking back at him.

“Call me T.” He said extending his hand towards you. “And I’m taking out as a thank you for bringing back the shirt.”

You took his hand shaking it. “It’s nice to meet you T, I’m Y/N.”

“Glad to officially meet you Y/N, now where should we go? I’m starving.”

He looked out of place. The atmosphere of the retro diner and his appearance were complete opposites. His black jacket suit contrasted with the colour of the walls and the music with his attitude. The only things that matched were his hair and the seats.

“I know it doesn’t look like much, but their burgers are to die for.” You said your leg trembling to distract your mind. Here you were - with the guy you had a one-night stand two days ago - eating at your favourite diner.

He nodded looking around probably judging the place for their lack of expensive decor.

“It’s different from what I’m used to,” here we go you thought. He was going to point out everything that was wrong with this place. You braced yourself for his judgement, “I like it!”

You looked at him questionably.

The waitress arrived placing the plates in front of you with a smile. You smiled back at her before looking back at T. He dipped a fry in ketchup and shoved it in his mouth.

“Oh this is good!” He exclaimed before taking his burger and biting into it.

“So T,” you started as he moaned from the taste of his burger, “what do you do for a living?”

“I’m a CEO.” He said covering his mouth as he finished chewing. “You?”

“I’m a secretary. I don’t like the company, but I like the paycheck.”

He nodded taking another bite and you did the same with your own burger.

“I’m going to be honest with you,” T started as he wiped his mouth with a napkin, “I’m not taking you out only to thank you for my shirt. I want to make you an offer.”

“That’s a real CEO move.”

He laughed. “What can I say? Once a CEO always a CEO. Anyway, I was wondering if you’ll be willing to have a friends with benefits kind of relationship with me.”

You choked on your fry. “I thought you were going to ask me to invest in your company.”

“Well you can also do that if you want.” He smirked. You leaned back in your seat, arms crossed over your chest. He leaned forward. “In all honesty, the sex we had was, without a doubt, the best sex I’ve had in a long time. I wanted to contact you, but I didn’t know your name and you didn’t leave your number. I thought I’d never see you again, so I got over it. But there you were, in my building’s lobby, right as I came back from work. I’m pretty sure this is a sign we should keep this going. So what do you say?”

T leaned back in his seat as he continued to shove fries in his mouth. You went over to pros and the cons. Pros: great sex, no strings attached, you could set rules, great way to experiment and gaining a new friend. Cons: pregnancy, STDs. The cons could easily be taken care of. So why not agree? You were tired of your boring life. Everything was the same day after day there was no excitement. And right now, what T was proposing was far from boring.

“Yeah,” you nodded, “let’s do this.”

T extended his hand towards you. “It’s not a real deal if you don’t shake on it.” You took his hand in yours without hesitation.

“We need to set rules though.”

“I’m all ears princess.” He smiled eating his last fry.

TAEYONG’S POV

Before it even started, Doyoung told him to get out of this deal. “It will come back to bite you in the ass.” Said Doyoung at the time. But Taeyong didn’t listen. It was his life he could do whatever he wanted. He was the boss, no one could stop him. If he wanted to have a fuck buddy, he was going to have a fuck buddy.

Sometimes it was at his place, and when your roommates weren’t there it was as yours. The relationship was great, maybe even too great. Because Doyoung was right, it came back to bite him in the ass.

Four months. He’d known you for four months and you changed his life. From not caring about anyone other than his crew, to making a special place for you in his heart, his life had changed.

Taeyong doesn’t know when he started falling for you. Maybe it was in the middle of one of your cuddle sessions, because, just like him, you loved to cuddle after sex. Maybe when you were hanging out. You always seemed to laugh at his jokes; your smile making his heart do somersaults. Maybe when, for some reason, you’d know what was going on with him just by looking in his eyes. Maybe when you weren’t afraid to disagree with him. Maybe when you’d trace patterns on his chest, your light touches stopping the storm in his mind. Maybe when he’d call you; your voice calming him down when he was about to go on a rampage. Maybe when you’d look in each other’s eyes when you were snuggling, your stare stealing his breath away every time. Taeyong doesn’t know when he started falling for you, but he knows one thing; he was screwed big time.

He was head over heels. That’s probably why he decided to grab your wrist, as you were about to leave his bed. “Please,” he whispered, “stay.”

You sat back down. The hand he was holding rising to stroke his cheek. “T, what’s wrong?”

He sat up next to you looking at his hands on his lap. He’d been hiding his feelings for too long. It was unlike him. He was an honest man, and was even more honest with his feelings. So he took the first step, breathing heavily. “Ok, I like you. Way more than I planned, you make my days brighter and my nights better. I smile at the mere thought of you. I want to come home to you, take care of you and hold you in my arms until I die. You’re everything I’ve ever dreamed of and you’re downright beautiful.” He took a deep breath. “And it’s fine if you don’t feel the same, but I needed to tell you. I can’t hide how I feel anymore.”

He raised his head trying to read your expression. Although with the beating of his heart ringing in his ears he couldn’t make out anything. The more you looked at him, the more nervous he got.

Finally you grabbed his hand, intertwining your fingers. He stopped breathing.

“You’re not the only one who caught feelings.”

He felt a smile grow on his face as he leaned closer to you. “So,” he took a pause to look in your eyes, “want to try this?”

Foreheads finally touching, you spoke the words he’d been dreaming of hearing for the past four months. “Yes T, let’s try this!”

And this time, instead of shaking hands. You sealed the deal with a kiss.

Y/N POV

Waking up in the familiar silk sheets felt almost normal. The surroundings had become ordinary to you. Contrary to your first night at T’s place, nothing about his apartment impressed you anymore. Not even the fact that he lived in the top floor penthouse.

Remembering T’s confession last night, your whole body felt warm, your heart full and a smile grew on your lips

Falling for him was not an easy road: from denying your feelings - there was no way you liked him that way, to anger - how could you fall for him when you knew this was only sexual, to bargaining with yourself - maybe if you found somebody else you’d forget about T, to sadness - he’ll never like you that way, and finally to acceptance - you liked T way more than you planned.

But the worst part about falling for T, was knowing exactly what made you fall for him. How he cared about you; texting or calling you just to know how you were doing. How he wasn’t afraid to express his feelings. How he held you in his arms. How he’d always make you feel safe. How he made you laugh every time you’d hang out. How he’d look at you. How he’d kiss you. Falling for T was hard, but in the end it was worth it.

Stretching your limbs, you looked around the room and laughed thinking back at your first night in T’s bedroom. Remembering how your mind and heart raced. Quite the opposite to the peace you were feeling right now. You dug around for your clothes and put them on. Once done, you gathered your stuff and left the room; this time walking normally.

“Guys, calm down.” You heard T say as he clapped his hands. “We have a morning debriefing to do!”

You chuckled. The crew of men in T’s living room being the exact same as your first night at his place. Some were standing, others sitting, and some leaning on furniture. T whistled finally gaining the attention he wanted. And while everyone was focused on the CEO, you escaped making sure not to bump in a wall.

TAEYONG’S POV

Taeyong loved to have debriefings in his living room. Everyone was calmer and more relaxed. And after the type of nights they have, it was something everyone needed. Having the debriefings in his living room allowed everyone to go to sleep right after them. Living in the same building as everyone else had its advantages.

He was about to explain how he wanted this debriefing to go, when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He took it out, apologizing to his crew, and was greeted by a text from you.

Y/N💕: Didn’t want to disturb you, have a good day! Call me😘

He didn’t think as he jumped over the sofa, and over Yuta’s head in the process, sprinting to his front door.

“Boss what the hell?!” Screamed Yuta.

But Taeyong didn’t answer, if he was lucky enough, he’d be able to catch you.

He threw his front door open, not even bothering to close it. The elevator doors were in the middle of closing. He took the two steps between his porch and the elevator, grabbed the doors and pried them open.

You jumped, your hand flying to your chest. “God, T!”

“Hey!” He smiled

“Hi!”

“You were going to leave without giving me a kiss?” He asked a faint smile on his lips

You giggled rolling your eyes. “You were in a meeting.”

“Not anymore.”

You approached him placing your hands on his chest and gave Taeyong what he wanted.

“Are you doing anything Wednesday night?”

“No, why?” You answered

“Good, I’m taking you out!”

“Are you asking me out on a date?” You teased

Taeyong took a step back, letting go of the door.“Can’t I take the girl I like on a date?”

You shook your head laughing. “Alright, text me.”

“I will.” He said as the elevator doors started closing again. He waited for them to completely close before turning on his heels.

On his porch, was his crew all piled up on one another.

Taeyong narrowed his eyes. “Don’t say anything.”

A few of his men snickered as they all went back to the living room.

Y/N POV

Walking towards the restaurant where T made reservation - phone in hand following the directions - you were thankful he chose a restaurant close to your apartment. Earlier today, he texted you that he’ll be unable to pick you up. So he sent you the address and the time without forgetting to add that he couldn’t wait to see you.

Raising your head, looking away from your phone, you finally saw the restaurant’s sign. You looked back down ready to text T that you were almost there.

TAEYONG POV

Forty minutes. He had been waiting for forty minutes and still no sign of you. Did you stood him up? No, there was no way. You wouldn’t be all lovey-dovey with him. It didn’t make sense.

He took his phone, clicked your contact name and brought his phone to his ear.

“Come on, answer.” He muttered to himself as the ring tone went on and on.

When he ended up on your voicemail, he called again signalling the waiter to bring him the bill for the bottle of wine.

As he was paying, he ended up on voicemail again. When he was done, he ran out of the restaurant calling you a third time.

He stood outside his heart racing, his throat tightening. He looked both ways before deciding to go in your apartment’s direction.

Voicemail again. He called back.

“Answer princess, please.” He breathed out.

He took big steps walking faster. He needed to get to you, needed to know you were ok, needed to know that he was freaking out for no reason.

Passing an alley, he heard a ringtone. He stopped dead in his tracks. Should he go check or should he continue? He hung up to hear the ringtone better, but it had stopped.

He called you back, the ringtone started again.

“No, no, no, no.” He muttered repeatedly stepping in the alley. “Please be a coincidence.”

He found the phone face down. He hung up, it stopped ringing. He crouched down, shoulders slumping, biting the inside of his cheek. Mentally praying that it wasn’t what he thought. He gently took the phone, flipping it around to press the home button.

A picture of him making a silly face and the notification: “5 missed calls from T💘” greeted him.

“Shit!” He yelled getting up and almost throwing your phone on the ground.

He kicked a trashcan that was nearby. He was sure someone was trying to get back at him and they had to use you. He had no idea where you were or who had you. It enraged him, he hated when people messed with the ones he loved.

His phone rang, no caller ID. Swallowing his anger, he answered.

“Hello.”

“Taeyong, it’s so nice to hear you!” Said the voice on the other end.

Taeyong’s jaw tightened, his fist clenched. He knew that voice all too well. A rival kingpin that went by the name X.

“What do you want?” Taeyong spat.

“That’s not polite of you.” his teasing tone made Taeyong angrier. “You should ask how I’ve been and stuff like that. Although, I understand how you could have no regards for politeness right now.” Taeyong didn’t say anything letting X explain what he meant. “You just lost your girlfriend after all.”

Taeyong hurt himself biting his cheeks and curling his fist so hard his nails started to dig in his skin.

“How the fuck do you know about that?” He barked

“Oh I didn’t tell you?” X laughed. “I’m the one who has her.”

Taeyong was fuming, his whole body tensed.

“So here’s how it’s going to work.” Explained X. “You give me everything I want and I give you your pretty little princess back. I’ll send you my demands soon, have a good night Taeyong.” And just like that X hung up.

Fingers shaking out of anger, Taeyong didn’t hesitate to scroll through his contacts to find the one person he needed right now.

“Johnny,” He said, dryness in his voice, when his underboss answered, “we have an emergency. Gather the crew, I want everyone in meeting room one in thirty minutes. I won’t tolerate anyone being late.”

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